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kookieswan · 2 years

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Biker!Jungkook x Receptionist!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Biker!AU and Gang!AU based on Action Taker JK, E2L, Smut, Fluffy end lol

Warnings: NSFW/18+ content! (BigDick!JK, Dirty talk, pussy eating, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, biting, light choking/breathplay, riding, marking/hickeys, degradation by JK, use of the words slut/whore and daddy)

Summary: Of course Jungkook would show up at the shop at closing time for his bike. It seems that’s not all he showed up for though…

Notes: Requested by @jungkooksbroski and oh my god was it fun to write lolol ❤️✨ I hope you like it lovely.

Series Masterlist found here!

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“Back again so soon Jeon?” Back for the millionth time it seems, and of course he’s come at closing time. It’s like you’re seeing more and more of him every week, like the tattooed man comes here for fun or some shit. He must be such a fucking klutz, constantly breaking this or that on his bike to have to be here all the time. You’re surprised he isn’t embarrassed about it, instead he seems almost proud.

“You bet baby. Can’t get enough of that pretty face.” Jungkook swaggers up to the front of your desk, decked out in all black, a tight leather jacket and dark wash jeans sticking to his body. His piercings glint in the light as he towers over you, the metal drawing attention to both his eyes and lips. Unsurprisingly, he has a few cuts on his face, probably from a brawl with a different gang or something. You scoff slightly, trying to busy yourself with some of the papers around you. It’s been a long day, and honestly you’d love nothing more than to relax.

“Mhm, we’ll I’ve certainly seen enough of yours. Try not to wreck your bike every other week and we can fix that issue.” You turn away as he bristled in his spot, the sound of him shifting echoing through the quiet room before he retorts.

“Aww, the cute little receptionist doesn’t like me? Sounds like some bullshit baby.” Pausing, you turn to him from your seat, eyebrow raised as high as it’ll go. Bullshit? As if, you can barely stand the man... Okay, that’s a lie. But just because he’s hot doesn’t mean you like his cocky attitude. He’d almost be endearing if he wasn’t such a smartass.

“Oh yeah, what makes you think that biker boy?” Moving forward a bit, you lean your arms against the front of your desk as he does the same, once again looming over your form completely. He looks smug, a smirk pulling up at the corners of his thin lips.

“I see you looking when you think I’m not paying any attention. I caught you staring at my ass last time even. I don’t blame you, I’m pretty fucking hot.” Your immediate reaction is to roll your eyes, a disbelieved chuckle leaving your mouth. You’re not completely surprised though, with looks like that you be calling yourself hot too. He leans in a bit to get even closer, bringing his hand up to poke your cheek quickly.

“Don’t be that way, it’s not like I don’t look at you baby. How could I not when it’s like your asking me to rip those tights off when you lean over the desk.” Glancing down, you take in the sight of your denim skirt, thin black tights underneath to proved some cover as you wander the shop. Flashing somone on accident isn’t on your list of plans.

“Oh yeah, I totally wear them for you Jungkook. I want nothing more than for you to rip them off with your big strong manly hands.” Sarcasm drips from your tone, but some of the words ring true. He does have nice hands, and he is good looking… and you have the tiniest of crushes on him… Nope. Nope. No. You stand up, going around the counter and past him to grab his keys from one of the lockers.

“You can joke all you want, but you would like that, would you? Huh princess?” Glancing back at him, his eyes are on you, gaze fixed in your face with such an intensity that you can’t keep contact. You glance away quickly, only to hear a small huff of air leave him, something akin to a satisfied chuckle.

“I could fuck you right here. Would you like that baby? I bet you’d fucking love it.” He’s behind you now, looking over your form with a deliciously dangerous aura. You turn slowly, eyes meeting his again as he looks at you expectedly. He’s made his move, and now he’s waiting for you to.

There’s a lot of pros and cons to fucking right here right now, but it is closing time… The likeness of someone actually catching you is slim. All of the mechanics have already left for the day, right…? He’s hot and you have nothing to lose, so why the fuck not.

Grabbing his hand, you guide him over to one of the few couches in the lobby. He raises his brows, surprised by your boldness, but doesn’t question it. If anything, it only spurs him on more. Jungkook runs his hands up and down your body slowly, taking his time to feel at your curves. He cups your ass first, and in turn you push yourself flush against his crotch. Deciding to be a bit of a tease, you unbutton a few of the top buttons of your blouse, giving the man a proper view of your cleavage. He hums in appreciation, tongue poking out to run across his lip ring.

“Such a dirty girl, wanting to me to fuck you in the lobby knowing anyone could walk in and see you taking my cock. Heh, you’re already acting like such a filthy slut for me and I’ve barely even touched you.” He pushes you down on the couch and slides down between your legs, hiking your skirt up all the way as he does so. Without so much as a warning, he grips at your tights and pulls hard, effectively ripping them open to expose your lace covered cunt.

“Shit, Kook…” Choosing to wear one of the tiniest things you own this morning was the right choice. He moves the thin fabric to the side, thumb running up and down your wet slit as his other hand rests on your thigh with a tight grip.

“Open you legs wider, that’s a good girl…” Deciding to listen instead of being coy, you spread your legs out wide, bringing your feet up onto the couch, heels dangling before being pushed off. He appraises your pussy for a bit before leaning in and leaving a long lick from your cunt to your clit, tongue dipping in slightly to run against it. You hum, cocking your head to the side to question him.

“How do I taste daddy?” Jungkook’s eyes cut up to you sharply, most of his face still buried inside of your sopping folds. He slaps one of your thighs lightly, his head turning so he can bite the other one quickly. You whine as he leaves a long lick over the mark before trailing his tongue back to your center.

“Like a fucking dream princess, shit...” One of his hands come to join in, a slim finger prodding at your opening before slipping in easily. You can feel his rings, the cold metal meeting the hot flesh of your folds making you cry out. With how wet you already are, he could probably fit at least three fingers if he wanted to. He doesn’t though, he’s taking his time instead, slender finger slowly thrusting in and out as his tongue lashes against your swollen clit.

Testing your luck, you grab at his long strands, pulling at them slightly as he confirms to eat you out. He doesn’t stop, but something akin to a growl leaves his throat. You tug a few more times before pulling him up harshly, his eyes narrowed at you.

“What if I want to take control? Bet I could have you crumbling under my fingers Jeon.” You’re lying through your teeth, but nothing makes you hotter than the idea of him taking control. Jungkook raises a perfect brow as he pulls his fingers out of you. He stands up, your wetness still clinging to the corner of his lips, and promptly places his fingers to your lips. Like an unspoken command, you open up, sucking his slender digits in to clean them up. You make sure to lap at the rings, running your tongue along them teasingly. He has such nice hands, fuck…

“Don’t make me regret this baby. I’m in control right now, maybe you can have a turn some other time, hm?” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and finally starts to remove his clothing, losing the jacket first, and then the tight shirt underneath. You try not to drool at the sight of all his tattoos, the intricate lines running up his arms and across his defined chest. He chuckles as this, content to have you thirsting after him so hard after playing hard to get for so long.

“Look at you, absolutely fucking drenched for me. Ask my nicely and I might help you out, make ya cum so hard you’re seeing stars.” Kook continues to pull his clothing off, unbuckling his pants and unzipping them. He pulls them down just enough to let his cock spring out, and you try not to gasp and how strangely pretty it is. You’ve seen some fuck in your lifetime, but not one that’s drawn your attention like this.

It’s thick and long, probably the biggest dick you’ve ever seen in person, with prominent veins running up the length of it. The idea of having it inside of you makes you shutter, and you know he wants it to be how red it is, precum already dripping from his tip. You’ll have to suck him off at some point, there’s no way you’d miss that chance. Maybe you can’t have complete control, but you want some…

“Please let me ride your cock baby, want it so fucking bad…” You stand from your spot, running your hands up and down his abs and chest, leaving a kiss against his peck. Jungkook leans in then, slipping his tongue into your mouth easily, languidly licking into it for a minute or two before pulling away, commenting that your lips taste just as sweet as your cunt. A bridge of drool connects the two of you momentarily before falling away as he pulls back.

“Come on then, ride my cock like the good little slut I know you are.” Jungkook switches your positions and settles back on the couch, legs spread out slightly for you. You climb over him and straddle his thighs, grabbing his thick length to guide into yourself slowly. He grips at your hips tightly before thrusting up, cock burying itself deep inside your cunt. A high pitched squeak leaves you lips as he groans out lowly.

“Fuuuuck, so damn tight around my cock. You have such a slutty little pussy. My laps going to be fucking soaked by the time we’re done.” He sets a brutal pace from the get go, holding you in place as he drives his hips upwards to meet yours. You can’t any do much else but hold on to his shoulders, desperately trying to keep yourself upright as he fucks into you wildly. He’s leering up at you, a satisfied smirk on his face as he peers up between his long hair.

“You’re a needy whore, aren’t ya baby? Whinin for my cock so damn loud, someone’s gonna hear ya.” Someone would probably hear what’s going on anyway, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the office. You dig your nails into his shoulder harshly, and he starts to slow his pace slightly.

“Come on, ride me properly and I might let you cum, slut.” Jungkook rolls his hips, but drops his hands from your waist, and instead raises one up to wrap loosely around your neck. He waits until you nod, squeaking out a small ‘yes’ as he tightens his hold around the base. It’s not enough to cut off your air completely, but it’s definitely enough to make you hot and bothered.

You raise your hips up and down, trying to keep a steady pace as he holds into you. His other hand comes to rest at your hip, building you up and down as you impale yourself on his thick length. Loud moans are leaving you now, slightly breathy from the hand wrapped around your throat.

“Ah fuck, I can feel you throbbing inside of me daddy. Do I feel good?” With every stroke you swear you can feel him brushing against your g-spot, it would be impossible for him not to with how well he’s stretching you. Jungkook’s starting to look a bit unhinged, sweat rolling down the side of his face, hair sticking to his forehead as wild eyes bore into yours.

“So fucking good princess. Such a good whore for me. You like taking my cock where anyone can see huh? You gonna get off like this?” You maintain eye contact with him as his hand finally slips away from your throat, instead coming around to slap your ass in quick succession. You clench around him as you rise and fall, trying your best to milk his cock.

“You gonna cum for me daddy?” Giving him the most innocent eyes you can muster, you lean down and kiss his nose, continuing to roll your hips against his harshly. A disbelieved laugh leaves hips reddened lips, his tongue coming out to run across them.

“You’re such a fucking brat. How bout this, I’ll cum if you cum with me on the count of three. Think you can do that for me beautiful?” You nod excitedly, gripping his shoulder again with one hand as you bring the other to your slit.

“One…” Jungkook quickens his pace one again, hips bucking up off the couch to meet yours as you hold yourself up to him. You finger at your folds desperately, trying to rub at your clit as your jostled around.

“Two…” A particularly harsh thrush makes you lose balance, and you lean heavily on his body as he wraps his arms around you fully. You’re flush to him now, his warmth radiating off of his body and onto yours. You try and meet his thrusts, you fingers rubbing quickly at your clit.

“Three..!” Jungkook burrows his face in your neck as he holds you down, cock snuggly fit inside of you before he starts to cum. He sucks at your neck harshly, surely to leave a dark mark on top of the few hes already left. A few more strokes of your clit and your cumming with him, loud whines meeting his breathy moans. You lightly move your hips back and forth, trying to draw out the orgasm the best you can.

Silence overtakes the lobby of the shop not long after, the occasional sound of your deep breathing breaking it. Jungkook runs a hand up and down your back a few times before patting your ass, and you draw back to look at him. He looks absolutely wrecked, hair a mess and still sweaty, but also very satisfied.

“So… Would this be a good time to ask if this could be a regular thing…? I come in all the time to see you, after all. And you’re a really good fuck.” You gape at him, blinking owlishly at the idea. You knew he was into you somewhat, but it makes a bit more sense now…

“Well, I wouldn’t mind it being a regular thing considering how hard I just came… Even through you’re an insufferable asswipe.” You lean in and give him a few pecks, his lips chasing after yours every time you pull away. Leaving a final kiss agains your jaw, he pats your ass again, a tiny smirk on his face.

“It’s decided then. Come on baby, let’s get cleaned up so I can take you for a ride on my bike.”

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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 2 years

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Season 4, Episode 6: An Extremely Chaotic and Incoherent Review

My favorite episode!!! GET READY FOR HEAD FULL MANY THOUGHTS

The Good:

"Kicks Get Chicks" *is the gayest episode in the entire season* Kicks get DICKS more like

"Sure, we're good for the occasional inspirational moment, but we're not exactly center mat material" HA, love that this fucker is self aware

He knows he's the Comic Relief Guy and he embraces it fully

"He who shall not be named" absolutely LOVE how Demetri just fucking despises Robby now but is trying to be lowkey about it so as not to stir the pot

If he could I'm pretty sure Demetri would pummel this man six ways to Sunday

Once again reminding everyone that Robby paralyzed and nearly killed Demetri's best friend, betrayed his and Demetri's dojo, and then held down and forcefully shaved Demetri's other best friend

Yeah he wants to like...murder Robby at this point honestly

I can't blame him, either--if someone fucked over my bestie, my dojo, AND my crush??? I would indeed be out for blood, yes

The way Demetri looks CRUSHED when Daniel's like "I know you're missing your friends but we have to put the past behind us" :( :( :(

He just wants his boyfriend back god bless

Wow no wonder Tory's fucked up, with an aunt like THAT

GOOD LORD

This season is kinda making me love Tory, I'll admit

I never thought I'd see the day but here we are

SIAHDZUIYVDX JOHNNY TRAINING IN A PLACE WITH BLACK MOLD

Could this man BE any more delightfully unhinged

Johnny Lawrence's dojo marketing will never NOT be hysterical

"Smack-dab between the pipe supply and the burned-down Chuck E. Cheese" SIR

"I'm asexual" WELL at least we exist on television, right???

I guess this is the queer rep we get for Season 4, RIP

YOOOOO IT'S MY GIRL MOON

"I can't do the whole physical aggression thing" Remind me again why she and ELI FREAKING MOSKOWITZ are meant to be compatible at all??? Literally what even would they talk about??? Well REGARDLESS, can't help but admire her staunch determination to be a pacifist in a high school singlehandedly spearheading the local karate wars

"She's the best athlete in school and she's not afraid to get into a fight" Okay don't get me wrong, I'm still seething over Moon and Piper breaking up, BUT I do find it absolutely HYSTERICAL that Moon apparently has a type

Even funnier that Yasmine lowkey fits her type too, which is apparently mean, cocky bitches who don't take shit from anyone

Oh SHIT, Sam catching Amanda talking to Tory??? This boutta get JUICY

OKAY HERE WE GO HERE WE GO

BASEMENT SCENE LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

I've got a lot to say here but I'll try to organize my thoughts somewhat

FIRST OF ALL, I am absolutely delighted that my headcanon that these two have been friends since kindergarten and can easily let themselves into each other's houses is correct!!!

Also Demetri's gay ass is obsessed--I have a lot of long-time childhood friends, and I don't have the location of their spare house keys memorized XD

"You should really think about increasing your security given, you know, THE KARATE WAR???" Not Demetri still being the most overprotective goddamn boyfriend I've ever SEEN

He gets pissy at his friends whenever they do (or suggest) something dangerous that could get them hurt, and it's kind of hilarious but also adorable

He cares so much but has like 0 tact in showing it, bless his soul

The overprotective pissiness is turned up to eleven with Eli though, which is pretty gay

I knew so many dudes in high school who were obsessed with and idolized Batman to a weird extent so like

A very confident "YOU'RE BATMAN!!!" from a guy who seems to be one of those Batman-obsessed boys is uh

Basically a love confession

"Oh, I forget, you're not a DC guy" losing my MIND, I can't believe absolute edgelord Eli Moskowitz isn't into the kind of dark, gritty shit DC is constantly putting out XD

Plot twist of the century honestly

"Forget Batman, you're The Hawk!!!" Hey um check and fucking MATE, haters who threw shade at Demetri for being a bad friend because he never fully accepted the "Hawk" persona

He wouldn't use that as a means of trying to build back Eli's confidence if he hadn't learned to embrace "Hawk" at least somewhat????

And like even if he's still not the biggest fan of "Hawk," he thinks talking about that is what'll make Eli happy and help cheer him up and feel better about himself

He just wants Eli to be his best, happiest self ;__;

"I just proved I was an asshole. To Moon, to Miguel...especially you." Gonna point out that he listed what I think are the 3 most important people to him and he emphasized Demetri

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM AFTER HE SAYS THAT OH GOD THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM

And I could swear his voice cracks a little, like he's legit getting choked up just thinking about all the fuckery he subjected Dem to

This dude still has so much guilt festering in him about what he did to Demetri, fucker loves Demetri so much ;_;

"I forgave you, remember?" Dem of course we remember you giving in to Eli's puppy dog eyes in all of 2 seconds because you're deeply in love with him

OPE my homebody Demetri literally says he doesn't give a fuck how Eli does his hair, he still thinks he's the shit regardless

Sorry "Demetri only accepts Eli and not Hawk" truthers, y'all are wrong again

He loves all versions of Eli Moskowitz, he just doesn't want him to be an asshole actually

Which seems reasonable to me

Tfw when you say "Miyagi-Do needs you" but what you really mean is "I need you"

Gay gay homosexual gay

Okay I read some steaming hot takes about Demetri coming to emotionally blackmail Eli to join Miyagi Do or whatever, but...no??? The dude is clearly just panicking and venting and also has no filter at all when he's stressed

Like everything here just seems like panicked word vomit to me, he doesn't seem nearly controlled enough to come in with some devious plan to trick Eli into joining his dojo :/

The whole ramble when Demetri first comes down into the basement reads like he's having an anxiety attack tbh

Can't really blame him, since he's dealing with the stress of worrying Cobra Kai is gonna wipe the floor with him AND his recently-traumatized best friend going totally fucking AWOL

And Demetri seems like the type who snaps and lashes out when he's worried and/or stressed, and like I said, that could account for the absolute lack of any filter he has here

Hence "WHO CARES WHAT THEY THINK??? IT'LL GROW BACK!" Certainly not the most tactful thing to say, but Demetri is way too anxious to think before he blabs, it seems

Ah, so it's the "That's just great, you're choosing Eagle Fang over your best friend" line that everyone's getting hot and bothered about

Honestly I chock this one up to anxiety-induced word vomit, too...like Demetri is kinda just rambling and speaking his mind and his panicky thoughts are going BRRRRRRR so fast that he's definitely not stopping to consider if he's coming across as an ass

And anyways, like...considering Johnny DID help mold Eli into a dude who fully embraced toxic masculinity and bullied the shit out of Demetri, I...don't think it's that unreasonable for him to have reservations about Eli going back to Eagle Fang :/ Like I don't blame him for not wanting Eli to go back to a situation that brought out some of the worst in him

And also like??? Eli fucken dragged Demetri through the ringer and Demetri only just got Eli back in his life a few months ago, of course he would panic if he thought Eli was gonna leave him behind again!

And maybe even lash out and be a bit of a dick, cuz ya know. Homeboy's not perfect

So Eli saying "I'm not going BACK to Miyagi-Do" instead of "I'm not JOINING Miyagi-Do" implies they've discussed Eli joining MD before. I do feel like this needs to be its own scene to clarify, but it's still important to note

So no, he's not tryna guilt trip Eli into joining MD out of nowhere, he's following up on something he and Eli seem to have previously talked about

The "OH SHIT" look on Demetri's face when Eli says he quits KILLS me. Like that's his wakeup call that oh fuck, this is THAT serious and he looks absolutely horrified that Eli has hit rock bottom so hard he's resorted to quitting that has essentially become his favorite thing in the world ;___;

"Yes I will be awake" "NO SENSEI BE WOKE" Johnny Lawrence you are literally always going to make me just lose it

"What about nonbinary and genderfluid?" "Yes fluids are CRUCIAL, if you don't hydrate, it affects performance" He a little confused, but he got the spirit!!!

Also headcanon that Moon is genderfluid but isn't publicly out yet--Piper was one of the only people Moon came out to

Hence why Piper is so quick to make sure Johnny is including genderfluid people! You dun best believe she’ll still defend her ex-girlfriend’s honor

My main reasoning here is that Moon is the most transgender name I have ever heard in my entire life

Highkey love seeing Miguel and Johnny's relationship at its best again. I missed them so much!!!

Honestly good on Sam for standing up for herself!!! She's highkey right that her parents haven't really been listening to her or trying to properly address her trauma

Like for FUCK'S sake, the girl has PTSD!!! Put her in therapy!!!

Oh HELL yes, Amanda backstory!!! Let's fuckin GOOOO!!!

Oh shit, she got arrested??? PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY

I mean given that she married someone as chaotic and hotheaded as Daniel this shouldn't actually come as a surprise but STILL

Oh damn, I was wrong!!! I thought Amanda took pity on Tory because she saw some of young Daniel in her, but she actually sees a lot of her younger self in her ;___; Okay okay okay okay I need a minute

Lowkey they're right that "bad kids" just get told the same thing over and over and it's never gonna help course-correct

"She's not the only one who needs a wake-up call" *cuts to Eli in a depressive funk fully believing he can never do karate again* CIMENA

"You put me in a situation where I had to join the dojo" this is probably the kindest possible way to put it, considering said "situation" was "threatening me and then attempting to beat me up over a Yelp review" XD

Ah, so I see Demetri has regained some semblance of tact! Guess the worst of the anxiety attack finally passed, now that he's had the chance to take in that Eli is in fact safe (if having quite the Sadboi Hours) and not kidnapped and beat up by Kyler and co.

Uhhhhh not Demetri telling Eli that him getting Dem into Eli's special interest was the best thing that ever happened to him

Like you telling anyone that them getting you into something they liked is the best thing that ever happened to you is just so Extra and over-the-top that it's extremely difficult not to read as romantic because like

I've had a lot of friends get me into stuff over the years, and I never looked them dead in the eye like "YOU INTRODUCING ME TO THIS THING WAS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME"

Anyways tl;dr Demetri is in love

Duh

ALSO Eli's wide-eyed, pleasantly surprised look when Dem says karate is the best thing that ever happened to him, MY HEART

Oh god oh why oh no Eli looks SO FUCKING SAD when Demetri starts talking about Yasmine

Thanks I hate it

I know that look, that's the EXACT expression I make when my crush starts talking about their crush

*Bart Simpson voice* "You can pinpoint the exact moment his heart rips in half!"

"It's not gonna be as exciting if you're not there" I stg this fucker Demetri just sees the world through this sad, destitute, mopey lens when Eli isn't around and then Eli shows up and suddenly everyone upped the color saturation by like 500% and everything is all vibrant and fantastic

Again, this dude is in love

Also the way he looks at Eli when he says it, MY GOD

YOOO THERE WE FUCKIN GO THERE'S THAT SHOULDER SQUEEZE

"Scuse me" *Eli proceeds to have 0 issues with Demetri getting all up in his personal space and practically cuddling with him* Yeah, these dudes are GAY

Like Demetri is LEANING on this man like a giant cat and Eli is just like "I have no problem with this"

"I say a lot of things" God you sure do

THERE'S THE SQUEEZE THERE'S THE SQUEEZE THERE'S THE PRECIOUS SHOULDER SQUEEZE

I'm going feral actually

You tellin me this dumb video has 15k views??? I'm betting this is a viral meme in certain niche circles

And there's definitely some YouTube community who ships them

THESE IDIOTS CAN'T SING

Also are you telling me Demetri made his codename "zer0" and Eli's codename "the 1" and he's NOT in love with Eli???? Uh HUH

Like it's the perfect manifestation of Demetri's cripplingly low self-esteem (wouldn't be surprised if the dude really did consider himself a "zero" of sorts) and him fully indeed believing Eli is in fact The One (romantic)

And he's right!

Also can we appreciate just how INTO IT Eli is getting in the video??? Like this dude has literally always had a hammy, overdramatic side, it's just that prior to them meeting Miguel, Demetri was the only person who could bring it out ;__;

Absolutely HYSTERICAL that Eli is still so deeply and personally offended at the mere idea of being a "loser" XD

The utter HORROR on his face when he says it, I can't with him

"Because this is who you are" "A loser?" "My BEST FRIEND" *sobs*

Also I'm very certain that Demetri could potentially have made other friends and wasn't actually "stuck" with Eli before Miguel showed up, but he just straight up never wanted anyone but Eli as his best friend

"I know you think that mohawk defined who you are, but it didn't. Not to me. Eli, Hawk, hell, call yourself Cornelius for all I care. None of that changes the fact that you're my Binary Brother." ONCE AGAIN CHECK-MATING YOU FUCKERS WHO THOUGHT DEMETRI NEVER ACCEPTED THE HAWK PERSONA AND ONLY WANTS TIMID SADBOI ELI

He LITERALLY just said "I don't give a shit what you go by or how you wear your hair, nothing can ever change what you mean to me"

ALSO "Eli, Hawk, hell, call yourself Cornelius for all I care." basically confirms that Demetri would be down to call Eli Hawk if that's what he really wanted!!! And the hopeful look Eli gives Dem when he says "Hawk"!!!! Like I think this is the first time Eli truly realizes that Demetri fully accepts him no matter what he goes by and how he chooses to present himself and he's so euphoric about it and I think that's beautiful

Also they deadass did the "I'll take care of you." "It's rotten work." "Not to me. Not if it's you." convo with Demetri and Eli I am SCREAMING

Also ALSO my headcanon is that Demetri actually started calling Eli Cornelius as a joke and then it turned into a legitimate pet name when they started dating

"Whether you're number one...or zero" My homeboy Demetri really just said "I will take you at your best AND your worst" in Nerd

The way he looks at Eli during this entire exchange kills me, this man is so in love I'm getting secondhand pining just from looking at his big sad eyes

Actually kind of loved the Daniel-Robby interaction here because like. Daniel isn't trying to make excuses for Robby here or be like "it's okay, I know you still have a good heart!!!" Like he's done trying to be a "savior" guy and he's basically saying "do what you want, it's your life" but at the same time, he still cares enough to give Robby a warning

"I heard what you did to Eli" (threatening)

Hell yeah, Scary Daniel has entered the chat! EXCEPT

"I'm not here to judge you." Okay, well I am. Get over here Robby, I'm going to beat your ass

OH HELL FUCKING YES, AISHA ROBINSON MY LOVE

I know she's only going to be here for like 2 minutes but her presence fills me with an overpowering calmness and serenity that somehow convinces me that everything will be all right

"I broke a kid's nose" Legit forgot what an incredibly badass queen this woman is. I stan

Okay I've seen some people complaining that the writers seemed to forget that Tory and Aisha were friends too BUT I raise you that after Tory tried to basically murder Sam in the school fight I feel like it's not that whack to think Aisha would side with Sam

Like Tory went after Aisha's childhood best friend with lethal-seeming intent TWICE, it's not all that unreasonable to assume Aisha would cut ties with Tory after that

"But Tory was a better friend to Aisha!!!" Okay but Aisha and Tory were friends for like...a couple months at most, and Sam and Aisha had been friends for years and just happened to be going through a rough patch when Cobra Kai came to town. I feel like a few months of on-and-off falling out aren't really enough to cancel out a lifelong friendship, or make you suddenly not be concerned about your estranged friend's actual safety. Or side with the girl relentlessly attacking said estranged friend.

Like this coming from someone who does indeed enjoy Tory x Aisha, yes, but I do think it's important to keep things in perspective yn

"These are the same overprotective LaRussos who made me wear a helmet on your trampoline" OKAY THEY WOULD

"She's my bestie. My new school bestie, you'll always be the OG" SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING

GOOD GOD I'VE MISSED THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH

We were ROBBED I tell you ;___;

Okay I fuckin love that Aisha went "I'm gonna take all this karate bullshit I learned and use it for the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP"

And she's right!

When will Aisha return from the war??? I need her

Pretty sure she has one of the only brain cells in the valley and they desperately need it right now

I want Sam and Aisha to keep in touch and bond over their appreciation for Johnny's chaotic yet proactive life advice

PLEASE I need it

Also this fucker Johnny Lawrence really wanted to crossdress Mitch and thought no one would be fooled

As of last scene I NEED to see Sam and Aisha's reaction to this

All of Miyagi-Do chanting "MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT" is so funny because we know damn well none of these guys are the ones who truly want Demetri's meat

If you catch my drift

"DAMN IT" I’ll bet Demetri's more anxious and high-strung than usual because he feels bad about having to leave Eli to wallow in his sorrows in his basement and go to karate practice ;__;

OH so Eli decides to join Miyagi-Do to be with Demetri, despite literally all his other close friends being in Eagle Fang??? Fellas, is it gay to join your Totally Platonic Bro's dojo full of people who are still kind of mad at you because you want to help your Totally Platonic Bro out in the AVT that bad????

Not Demetri looking at him with huge doe eyes in the background ;___;

"Is it Eli or Hawk?" "Doesn't matter, I'm just here to do what I can to help out the team" Nice to get an official confirmation that basically throughout S4 Eli has never fucking minded when Demetri called him Eli instead of Hawk

Legit have seen people upset he's cool with going by Eli again, and like??? I'm pretty sure him not feeling like he has to have a cool nickname to kick ass at karate is a good thing actually???

Like ffs let him embrace softboi Eli!!! Let him be gentle and vulnerable and true to himself, even the parts that aren't all hardcore and macho!!! He can cry at sad movies with his boyfriend Demetri and still pound your whiney toxic masculinity-obsessed ass into the ground, actually!

I SWEAR I heard Demetri's voice crack at "it's good to have you back, man"

Do I see tears in his eyes??? Is he HAPPY CRYING???

Demetri stop being so in love and so painfully unaware of it, it's making me embarrassed for you

HOLY SHIT SAM TELLING TORY OFF WAS LOWKEY TERRIFYING

But in the BEST possible way

Still feel bad for Tory, but like...SAM. QUEEN. Taking 0 shit from Tory and I am HERE FOR IT

"I'm coming for you, bitch" *evil smirk* YOU ABSOLUTE SAVAGE

Aisha was like "respond to your problems with love!" and Sam actively chose violence instead, kind of love that for her

The Bad:

Damn, these fuckers really dedicated 3 whole minutes of screentime to an AVT board meeting instead of. You know. Hawk's trauma. Or why the fuck Moon and Piper broke up. Or what Yasmine actually does with her time aside from being thirsty for Demetri. Or Daniel tryna deal with some recent manifestation of his Terry Silver trauma. Or Demetri hunting down and beating the shit out of/attempting to beat the shit out of Kyler and Gang. Or Carmen getting to do something independent of her son-and-boyfriend-related storylines. Or literally anything else

Can you tell I'm a little pressed

Also I stg they're just using the separate gender division thing as an excuse to milk even more drama out of the AVT

Like the stakes are already high enough, y'all don't need to kick them up even HIGHER and complicate the plot even more, like

We already have like 7 arcs going so let's introduce a new conflict/arc instead of working on resolving the ones we already have going

Also it's like

"What hamfisted excuse can we use to introduce more badass female characters for Woke Points so we don't have to give the ones we already have any depth whatsoever?" (Yes I'm talking about Moon and Yasmine)

Literally would not even be hard to flesh them out A TINY BIT but the show just said "no thank you, they don't properly exist as people outside of their relationship to these two gay nerd boys"

Also they’re depriving me of a Demetri-Tory fight and this is an unforgivable crime

Demetri was literally so ready to throw hands with her when she threatened Eli last season, and now we shall never perceive it

Disgusting

I just want overprotective boyfriend Demetri to fight everyone who threatens his mans

ALSO Sam deserves to beat the shit out of Kyler. As A Treat

Yeah I sure do remember that shit he pulled in S1

You try to feel up my girl and slut-shame her??? She deserves to beat yo ass like never before

And anyways we’ve seen multiple times that Sam and Tory can and do hold their own in fights against boys

So what gives, Cobra Kai???

I definitely feel Robby hatred emanating from Demetri but I would like to feel even more

This man has grievously wronged Demetri thrice now, as discussed above, and I think it would be fun if Demetri got on a warpath to absolutely destroying Robby Keene

Is it OOC, considering that Demetri is often rather violence-averse? Perhaps, but consider: I want him to find his inner darkness and become very scary

Speaking of which, why is Sam the only one who is super pissed and vindictive??? As if Demetri WOULDN'T be

Listen, being fight-averse doesn't extend to when your best friend who you're in love with gets pinned down and shaved

Ah, so the LGBT rep this season is acknowledging that asexuals, nonbinary people, and genderfluid people...exist???

Wow, such great rep, I'm shaking and clapping and cheering

Very convenient for the writers that their rep didn't include actually writing any LGBT characters

Also we still haven't gotten any fucking reason or explanation as to why Moon and Piper broke up

Like if they're gonna split up the only LGBT couple in the show, the very fucking LEAST they could do is tell us why :/

Was Piper becoming too much of a jerk for Moon to be okay with??? Did they clash because of Moon's staunch pacifism and refusal to get in a physical brawl ever??? Who the hell knows??? Definitely not us

Probably not the showrunners either

They just needed to set up the stupid Hawk x Moon plot that they're dragging out of the grave like a horrible gross heteronormative zombie

Okay as much as I love the basement scene I 1000% feel like there was a scene missing between the hair-shaving reveal and the basement scene

Like are you really telling me that Demetri didn't check in on Eli once until after he'd already been AWOL for a cool minute??? I simply do not buy it

And like it doesn't even have to be an Eli-Demetri scene, it could be something as simple as Demetri talking to Chris and being like "hey have you seen Eli? He hasn't been at school and he's not answering his phone. And he hasn't been to a single practice since...well, you know." And Chris is kinda confused like "No, I haven't see him at school, but wouldn't he be going to Eagle Fang practice???"

Cue Demetri explaining that he and Eli had previously discussed Eli potentially joining Miyagi-Do if the dojos split, so Demetri expecting Eli to join Miyagi-Do doesn't lowkey come out of nowhere

THEN Demetri asks Miguel if Eli's been at Eagle Fang practice, and Miguel is like "No, actually...I'm starting to get really worried tbh" and reveals Eli hasn't been answering Miguel's texts and calls either

And THEN Demetri busts into Eli's basement like "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN"

They seriously could have replaced that AVT board meeting scene with this bit and it would have made everything 4000x better

ALSO like. Why is Miguel not concerned at all about Eli regularly bailing on practice??? They're buddies--I'd expect ONE line of worried dialogue being like "Where's Hawk at?" at the very LEAST

Anyways like I mentioned before I feel like there needs to be some kind of explicit confirmation that Eli and Demetri previously talked about Eli joining Miyagi-Do if/when the dojos split, because otherwise Demetri being fully under the impression Eli's going to come back to MD instead of EF seems a little out of left field

Okay, wow. WOW. They seriously could not let Demetri and Eli have ONE scene

ONE GODDAMN SCENE

Without having Demetri bring up Yasmine to very insistently remind us that he's straight -___-

How even is Yasmine "the girl of your dreams" dude, her only personality traits are "hot" and "makes a sassy comment once every 7 years"

"None of that changes the fact that you're my binary brother" Damn they're seriously trying so damn hard to convince us these dudes have a "brotherly" relationship and simply will not accept it's never, ever going to work

Also did they seriously No Homo Demetri and Eli twice in one scene

Of course they fucking did

They know damn well there's gay tension but still deny it at every turn to appease the creepy homophobic conservative fanbase

For shame, homophobes! You've messed up a perfectly good queer-coded karate show is what you've done!

Look at it, it's got heteronormativity!!!

Regardless I can't help but get some amusement out of the fact that the writers are constantly trying so desperately hard to convince us Eli and Dem aren't gay because their interactions are just that inherently fruity

Y'all fighting a losing battle, we all know damn well they're gay

Hey Daniel I know Robby is your ex karate son but you absolutely should judge him for the shit he pulled with Hawk actually

Forceably shaving someone's head in an attempt to destroy their self-esteem is not very punk-rock at all

Also they really be treating Daniel's Terry Silver trauma like Trauma Lite

Like they're barely doing anything with it at all :/

If it's meant to be the reason he's being kind of a self-righteous jerk this season, then like??? They could talk about that??? They could explore it more and what the long-term effects Silver had were???

But nah, just one uncomfortable convenience store confrontation and that's all we need I guess

They GAVE me my Aisha Robinson??? Only to take her away again??? This is unspeakable cruelty and I am going to scream

Okay so like. Devon seems cool, don't get me wrong. But also can this show fucking CHILL with introducing new characters???

Like we are on SEASON FUCKING FOUR we have PLENTY of characters and arcs to work with already!!!

Also Cobra Kai Writers Stop Introducing New Female Characters Because You Don't Know How To Write Your Existing Ones Challenge

WHAT is this weak-ass bro-hug shit, I know my boy Demetri and he would absolutely CRUSH Eli in a hug, sorry

Maybe he doesn't wanna be TOO gay in front of all his MD friends but boy it is FAR too late for that

Damn the gayest episode is behind me now, idk what to do with myself :O

Guess I’ll have to create some Elimetri and YasMoon content

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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My Kind

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warning: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having been chosen by the gang to be a guest streamer on today’s stream of Among Us, it’s safe to say Y/N’s super excited but also a bit nervous. The whole of her anxiety gets lifted off her when she meets someone with the exact same vibe as hers - yeah you guessed it.

Requested by @monizzle96 Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so terribly sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is! I hope you come across it and read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

This has to be the fiftieth time I’ve checked my setup in the past twenty four hours. But no, I’m definitely not nervous, what are you talking about. Pshhh. Nah, being nervous isn’t in my brand. Plus, what do I have to make me nervous - a group of famous streamers inviting me onto their stream to play Among Us with them because they enjoyed my own streams? Ok yeah, that’s a pretty good reason. Not gonna lie, I almost chucked my phone out of excitement when I received that DM from Toast, telling me they’d picked me to be their guest streamer for today’s date. My stomach was doing somersaults for a good forty-eight hours following that text and then the anxiety slowly started setting in fueled by the expectations they probably have of me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not inexperienced in the streaming field, I’ve been a streamer longer than some of the members of Toast’s streamer gang actually. But I never managed to garner that big of a following which I’m honestly quite ok with. I have a modest - ok, maybe larger than modest - following consisting of incredibly loyal fans which I will never stop being grateful for. They are all so respectable of me, my privacy and my boundaries. They know the main rules: no shit-talking in the chat or in any of my comment sections, no bashing other YouTubers in my comments/chat, and most definitely not asking for a face reveal. Fun fact: I didn’t even set up that last rule, they all just collectively know not to ask for it.

I’ve been keeping my brand pretty low-key to avoid garnering some unwanted attention - some of which I’ve already experienced on certain social media platforms following the full body pictures I posted on there - face not visible of course. I tend to also have my webcam on, facing towards my hands working away on the keyboard sometimes when I stream. I don’t know why people obsess over faceless content creators’ hands, but I appreciate the enthusiasm - it also drives me to do a manicure every now and then which ain’t so bad, self-care and all that you know.

Now, back to the subject of my ridiculous nervousness.

You see, it has layers.

I’m nervous of ‘preforming’ underwhelmingly and I’m nervous of what my own fans will think of the person I will become during this stream. They know me as a super chill and laid-back person, which I am by the way, but they might think I’m putting on a show if I exhibit any nervous gestures/vocabulary. I highly doubt they would, but the possibility is not letting my mind rest. And now that it’s about ten minutes till the stream starts, I’m getting doing my best to calm my nerves.

They are all just people. You know they are super chill too. Just be yourself, that’s why they invited you, because you are yourself on all your streams. They liked you for your personality, humor, maybe even your gaming skills. So chill the hell out and be yourself, damn it!

Easier thought than put into action that’s for sure.

I start my stream five minutes early just so I can vibe with my viewers for a little while before I have to meet the gang. My fans always have a way of injecting me with confidence, they remind me of where I was when I started and how far I’ve come. How much I achieved when I thought I’d be nothing and no one, someone the algorithm would simply overlook. But then they entered my life and I entered theirs and it all became much better than I ever thought it would get to be. I rarely tell myself ‘good job’ for the milestones I’ve reached or the hard work I’ve put into my content, but that’s probably cause I orient myself based on that quote from the movie Whiplash: ‘There are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job’ - simply put, I’m never satisfied with what I do and I always strive to do better. My fans, however, make sure I don’t go overboard with it - always serving as a reminder that I’ve done plenty for myself and others. And that’s what makes an amazing fandom, one I consider family.

Whoa, when did those five minutes fly by?!

Ah shit, here we go. Deep breaths, Y/N you got this.

“Hello!“ I say as I enter the Discord call, subconsciously biting my lower lip, grateful the camera isn’t capturing it. However, I make a mental note to keep my hands steady cause that’s the one part of me people can actually see and the last thing I want is for them to see how much my fingers are trembling.

“Oh hi, Y/N!“ Toast is the first one to greet me, “Welcome to the stream! Thank you so much for accepting our invitation.“

“Thank you for having me and inviting me, Toast. This is a huge deal for me. You guys are basically YouTube legends, this is unreal to me.“ I reply, cringing immediately afterwards because of my fangirl rambling. Great way to make first impressions, Y/N. Bravo.

To be fair, they already have an impression of you. Quit stressing.

Aright, you’ve got a point, me.

“Oh please, we owe all that to our fans. We’re really nothing special. All streamers are almost completely alike, we all owe where we are to the people who helped us make it there - our fans. We’re no legends.“ Toast says, bringing a small smile to my face as well as a light pink blush to my cheeks, “And from what I’ve seen, you yourself have quite the following. And your fans seem to adore you.“

“And I absolutely adore them.“ I chuckle, “They mean the world to me. They are the reason I’m here today.”

“Then we have to give them a special thank you, don’t you think?“ The teasing, familiar giggle, widens my smile - it’s Rae, “Nice to meet you, Y/N! I’m Rae, and, no cap, I’m quite a fan of your content. No joke, I binged your entire series of Resident Evil 7 as soon as I found your channel when Toast said he’d invite you.“

This rattles me a bit. I can hardly believe it - am I really receiving a compliment from an A-list name in the streaming world? My fans must be hella proud of me right now. A quick glance at my chat confirms that they indeed are. That in and of itself fills me with joy and newfound confidence.

“Oh Gosh, thank you so much Rae! That means the world to me. You’re all so sweet.“ I reply, lifting my ice cold hands to cool down my burning cheeks, my lips spread into a grin, my stomach filled with butterflies.

“Oh please, we have some real savages around here.“ A male voice, seemingly Charlie’s scoffs, “Don’t overlook us please.“

“Wait, we do?“ A deep voice, one I immediately know the owner of speaks up, “Who? How come I don’t know about that?“

I can’t help bust snort, “Nice to meet you, Corpse. Sarcasm central, I see.”

He laughs, “Just returning it to where it’s due. Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Sick Outlast series, by the way.“

Ok, wait, I have two A-list streamers complimenting my content. Ok, I’m bound to crack open a few beers to celebrate later cause OH MY GOD.

“Thanks! I’m a horror junkie so I’d be lying if I said I haven’t binge watched all your story-times. Personal favorites are the deep web ones, they fascinate me.“

“Oh, you’re one of my kind even more than I expected, huh?“ He replies, the tone of his voice changing, raising a bit due to what I can only describe as excitement and enthusiasm. “I’ve had people tell me it’s twisted, but I really like seeing the lengths to which the fucked up human mind can go to. Like, the shit I’ve read is insane! Some stories I didn’t narrate cause I would’ve probably had my video taken down, it was that messed up.“

My eyes widen, sharing the same excitement at the thought of digging deeper into this phenomenon, “Careful, Corpse, you’re walking a dangerous line of tempting me to deep-dive on Reddit in search of those exact stories.”

“No need.“ Corpse says, his tone now taking up a bit of a cocky note, “I still got them all saved, I can send them to you no problem.“

“Please do! I seriously gotta read them now. If I can’t sleep afterwards, I’m blaming you, Corpse. Just FYI.“ I say, giggling slightly, finding myself all but completely comfortable now. I wonder where all that anxiety went?

“Blame fully taken. Given that I’m not much of a sleeper, I’ll keep you company whenever you think there’s a killer hiding in your closet or fear a red room pop-up will appear on your computer screen.“ He replies, chuckling.

“Um, that’s oddly specific.“ Charlie comments, “Been there yourself, buddy?”

“Perhaps.“ Corpse wheezes, getting a laugh out of me too, “I will neither confirm nor deny.“

“You know what, I’ll just private message you my number so if you see it call you at some ungodly hour, you don’t freak the fuck out. Sounds good?“ I ask, already prepping to type it out and send it to him.

“Perfect. Wait...“ he pauses for a second, sounding puzzled for a second, “You don’t have mine.“

“Oh, do I not?“ I reply with a sinister tone - thought to answer the question, I of course don’t have his number.

“Oh, do you?“ He sasses me right back. “If so then you don’t need me to send it to you. Cool.“

Ah, shit

“Wait, no! I-I need to confirm it’s the correct one!“

Damn, never did I think I’d be complimented by some of the most important streamers on this platform, but to get a number of theirs too? That’s a whole another level that will take me time to process. But I’ll do that another time, right now, I have to kick these people’s butts in Among Us and later I have some deep web stories to read.

Turns out, all it takes to get comfortable in a new surrounding is someone of your kind. And Corpse is definitely one of my kind.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Doctor Who(re)

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, Charlie being ridiculously awk, hospital parking lot fuck Word Count: ~900 Emoji Prompt: 🧠🫀👩‍⚕️ (key words are in bold)

On this fine morning for a perfectly routine appointment Charlie Hunnam struts his cocky little (not so little) ass into his local hospital… only to catch a glimpse of something—someone stunning—in a white coat down the hall.

Practically bumps into the nearest wall and suddenly he doesn’t feel so damn cocky at all.

The poor boy literally has to psych himself up like a kid who sees the schoolgirl of his dreams across the playground. You’re the prettiest damn thing around. C’mon, don’t be a pussy motherfucker. Just go talk to her…

And so he does, as bashful and as bumbling as he ever was. “H-hi, I’m looking for—uh, Dr. …”

You turn to look into the most brilliant eyes of blinding blue. This handsome stranger’s voice has trailed off and he’s speechless as he stares at you; you manage to say something though you’re rendered breathless too. “… for Dr. Who?”

His big mouth blurts out a response that’s just as filthy as it is cheesy. “Oh now is this the BBC? All I’ve got is a BWC, apologies.”

… Jesus no you did not just say that Charlie. Honestly? His brain is broken and he probably needs a whole fucking lobotomy. Not from you preferably, as you’re the one who’s ruined him irreparably. Hopefully you practice some other kind of -ology.

You know exactly what his innuendo means, but you’re at work and don’t quite want your cunt to sploosh across the floor and cause a scene. “Do you have an appointment, sir?”

Well fuck if ‘sir’ off of your lips didn’t just raise the poor guy’s blood pressure. He’s suddenly imagining all sorts of dom/sub shit and wondering if that’s your pleasure. “Y-yes, though I’m afraid I’m running rather tardy.”

“You mean TARDIS?” you flash him a smile and curse yourself for being such an imbecile but then again he started this. You really can’t be blamed. “God that was lame—I’m sorry…”

He’s just glad that you’re a little dorky too so that he doesn’t have to worry. “Don’t be—I’m the one who started talking nerdy.”

Aroused to death, you mutter out these next few words under your breath. It’s not like you to be so flirty. “Bet you’re good at talking dirty.”

Charlie can’t believe his luck that you’re apparently just as horny as he is and that you find him hot, too. His mind runs wild with smutty thoughts of all the shit he wants to do. “This isn’t proper, Dr. Who. You’re giving me a heart attack which isn’t fair after I had to calm my nerves just to come talk to you.”

This cheeky bastard is so cute you just cannot. Now that his confidence is back a little bit he’s smirking at you and it’s super fucking hot.

You have some doctor shit to take care of, but once you’ve gotten off… you’re gonna get off even harder when you meet him for a quick fuck in the parking lot.

***************

You were supposed to do this in your car—but you just couldn’t wait to fling the car door open so now here you fucking are.

Your body spread across the bonnet, with this tall blonde sex god towering above you grinding his enormous bulge against your crotch and asking how badly you want it.

Fuck the fact you haven’t even seen his BWC yet but already know you definitely want to live and die on it.

His pearly whites gleam bright, here in the parking lot’s dim light, now as he reaches in his jeans and sets to work. He’s playing into all your pleasures with that pussy-slaying smirk.

And when he whips it out—a goddamn gorgeous monster of a cock—he brings the ‘B’ in ‘BWC’ without a doubt… you gape your jaw in shock, and groan out fucking loud.

He knows the power that he has over you now and damn he’s proud. Not long ago he was a mess of nerves and fumbling like a fool. It feels so good to have you under him and drowning in a pool of your own pussy juice and drool.

“You better keep that pretty mouth shut,” he taunts, tearing off your panties as he slides two of his thick fingers inside your swollen cunt. “You wouldn’t want this whole damn hospital to know that you’re my little Dr. Slut.”

Oh holy fuck but that’s exactly what you are?! He has his sleeves rolled up so you can grab his firm muscular forearms as he fingers you to pieces on your car.

In a few seconds you’re about to cum undone but he pulls out, sticking both digits in his mouth, pink lips locked tight around the slick shine of his knuckles. Savoring the flavor of you with a filthy little chuckle.

His other fist is wrapped around his rock hard dick which is now even bigger than it was before. Go fucking figure given that your wet hot pussy is the sweetest thing he’s seen or felt or tasted and he’s never wanted any woman more. He lines himself up at your entrance now that he’s made sure your soaking slit is ready for the absolute wreckage he has in store.

You want him just as much as he wants you—couldn’t be happier that Charlie Fucking Hunnam summoned up the nerve to talk to you. You went from saying Doctor Who… to serving as his little Doctor Whore.

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hadesisqueer · 4 years

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The thing about people saying that Bumbleby is a forced couple with no build up is that sometimes I wonder if they have eyes or something.

First of all, the storyline is clearly heading that way, but they're not a couple yet, as many antis love to remind the shippers. Therefore, how can they be a forced couple if, as you say, they're not dating yet??? They're STILL developing the couple lmao.

Second, it does have build up. The thing is, you dismissed many of those interactions as friendship, saying that there are a lot of ways of love, not only romantic and all that.

And you're right, there are many ways to love someone, and platonic relationships are just as important as romantic ones. But then again, you are missing a very important detail: the context of the scenes.

You can interpret Yang saying “I love it when you're feisty” and “If you feel like coming out tomorrow, I'll save you a dance *wink*” as friendship considering “Yang tends to be kind of flirty and affectionate with everyone”. It's not entirely true but yeah okay, I get that. There's also the fact that females are more allowed to be affectionate with their other female friends. So when you see a woman being flirty with each other you'll interpret it as friendship when it's actually not. That doesn't happen to straight couples (they will smile to each other once and they will already be in love and the audience will never hace doubts), or mlm ships, because males aren't seen to be as affectionate with each other as females, and when they are, it's seen as romantic (even if they're platonic, and people will call it queerbaiting).

Examples (and no shitting on the other ships. I fucking love Renora):

Renora holds hands after a really emotional moment, or to reassure one another: Totally romantic.

Bumbleby holds hands MULTIPLE TIMES after a really emotional moment, or to reassure one another: Gal pals.

Clover winks at Qrow in a cocky way and says a “lucky you huh”: Damn he's sooo gay.

Yang winks at Blake in a cocky way and literally tells her that she's saving her a dance after a clear joke with the “coming out” thing: A great straight girl!

See what I mean? Honestly I don't blame people for this, because I myself dismissed the whole flirty Yang thing in the first few volumes as just friendship and teasing for the fans. It's just heteronormativity that we all have inside.

However, there are some things that, if you interpret them as friendship... Well.

One of the most obvious ones, and which confirmed to me that Bumbleby was, indeed, romantically coded: THAT scene at Heroes and Monsters. How blind do you have to be to deny that it was meant to be romantic?

You can say “Oh but there are many ways to love not just romantic it could be sisterly love” and as I said, you're right. If you had put Ruby instead of Blake in that situation, it's clear that it would mean sisterly love. But that scene is not meant to be “sisterly”, no matter what you say. Because, the scene is: Exboyfriend threatens Girl to destroy everything she loves and then Other Girl (who was directly compared to Exboyfriend earlier) appears looking for Girl, and Girl looks at her terrified, Exboyfriend notices. You know the rest.

This is, as I call it, the classic “summon love interest” card. If you changed Blake and Yang there and you put Ren and Nora (who, until their backstory in vol 4, didn't even have that much development nor confirmation of being really romantic, just teasing and a song -you know, like Blake and Yang-) in that situation, there's no way people would have thought that it was friendship lol. Damn, if they just made Yang a male, with all the interactions they'd had and that scene, people would have been chanting CANON in that moment.

Also, vol 5 chapter 8. Yeah, that talk in which Yang admits to Weiss that she is really hurt by Blake leaving and that she wished she hadn't because she wanted to be there for her and needed Blake to be there for her as well could be friendship... Except it isn't. Because, considering the past scenes, the ENTIRE conversation and the fact that it took place in the same episode other girl confesses to have romantic feelings for Blake... Well. Oh, and basically the whole reunion scene when all Blake could say was “Yang?” and Yang.exe stopped working. And don't get me started with the songs (come at me with a straight face and tell me that bmblb is about a bike, I fucking dare you). All That Matters just...

And of course, the entirety of their interactions in volume 6.

Oh, and let's ignore the fact that these two characters that pretty much are a retelling of the Beauty and the Beast, because it was a last minute decision pushed by the fans; it's not as if Red like Roses pt 1, the first song that we hear in the series and which lyrics are foreshadow for the characters, literally said that they are “Black the Beast” and “Yellow Beauty”.

“But, Sun”.

Look, I was a Blacksun shipper when I started watching the show; I still am, actually, I just like Bumbleby more. And I understand why people want them together. However, saying that they had better development than Bumbleby as a couple is just not true. Because they have barely any development: the first volumes was just Sun crushing hard on Blake the moment he sees her, and Blake kind of returning the crush but never at the same level or with the same enthusiasm. They barely have any interactions in vol 3. In vol 4 Sun can't understand Blake and she could barely stand him. And in vol 5, Sun has finally given up on Blake romantically speaking and now they get to develop, but as friends.

Also, have this in mind: when Adam fought Sun, he didn't see him as anything else than Blake's classmate, and even called him that. Because he never saw them as a “rival” when it came to Blake. Now, Yang? He tries to kill her out of jealousy the first time he sees her because he noticed the way Blake was looking at her. He tries to kill her again multiple times in that fight in volume 6; again, out of jealousy, because he sees how they're looking at each other. Damn, he even screams “What does she even see in you?” when they fight. So yeah, the fact that Adam, Blake's exboyfriend, is jealous of Yang and sees her as the romantic rival instead of Sun should have told you something back in vol 5.

Look, you don't have to like Bumbleby, and I'm not saying it's perfect, because it isn't; there are things that could definitely have been done better. But saying that it's forced (when, again, they're not dating yet), that they have no build up because you never saw it coming... Watch the show again, man.

#yang xiao long #blake belladonna #bumbleby #bmblb #look i'm just tired #bmblb analysis

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binunus · 3 years

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college bf!rocky

a/n next is our rock and aegyo king sorry sanha park minhyuk !! also I was going to post this yesterday :( but me and my roommates got a little too lit for valentine’s and I literally sat for 7 hours straight in zoom so I couldn’t finish it until now but !! I hope you loves enjoy!!

→ genre: fluff, smut

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alright aright alrightttt

we’re gonna switch it up a little bit

add a little flavor

because as much as I would love to say that college bf!astro all got their partners in a cute and smooth sailing way

we all know relationships aren’t that easy

but before we get into how you and rocky met

major: dance

are we surprised? no

rocky is a prodigy in dance

he’s been dancing since he could walk

he started choreographing at age 6

it just made sense for him, like even his parents were like go pursue dance, you’re not a law or business type of kid

he can master any type of dance from jazz, to ballet, to street, to contemporary, to tango, whatever you can think of

he’s roommates with music tech!jinjin

jin literally takes care of him all the time bc rocky??? when he comes back to the apt after dance practice?? dead weight

only passes his gen ed classes bc eunwoo tutors him

if it weren’t for the boys, rocky would literally live in the dance studio

they make sure to drag him out for fun and food at least once a week

or they join and keep him company while he’s practicing

have they gotten noise complaints before while messing around in the dance studio? yes

rocky is loud alright, especially when he’s with astro

he’s a perfectionist, literally will not leave the studio until he’s 100% satisfied with his progress

oh the amount of times myungjun and jin nag at him to take care of his health

now now

you’re also a dance major

people could say that you and rocky are the top two dancers of your year

gasp a rivals to lovers au??? you betcha baby

granted you switched into a dancer major your second year so rocky technically had seniority

but boom baby as soon as you made your appearance, it rocked his world

now im not saying rocky’s cocky bc obviously he’s a cute hardworking humble boy

but was he used to always being placed first in evaluations or getting the highest marks??? yeah

so the first time you placed first and he placed second??? it lit a bit of a fire in him

he’s seen a ton of good dancers in his time, but no one has ever matched his capabilities better than you

there was an unspoken rivalry between you two, everyone knew about it

you both always wanted to upstage the other

there was always a tension whenever you two were in the same room

but like...have either of you ever really talked to each other besides side remarks in class?

and it didn’t really help that the whole dance department basically pit you up against each other to see who was really the best dancer of your year

so you and rocky never had the proper introduction to a friendship, it just went straight to rivalry

and then came the announcements for the end of the year showcase

and instead of putting on a solo, the department chairs decided to have you and rocky perform a duet

and you’ve never worked with him before so you were dreading the first time you met up

you to your roommate: ugh i can’t believe im partnered up with rocky, that arrogant rude–

your roommate: have you ever even talked to him, y/n? he’s actually very nice

you: no...but that’s what he wants you to believe!

your ego sorta just went along with the whole thing

and rocky was 15 min late to your meeting bc he was out eating food with the guys so your patience?? very thin

literally as soon as he stepped into the dance studio, the air turned stuffy

rocky could feel you glaring at him and he just smirks??

rocky: did I make you wait long y/n?

you: yeah you did

he liked pushing your buttons?? idk he just felt satisfaction knowing that any small of action of his affected you that much

it made him feel like he was winning or whatever

and god it took literally forever for you two to decide on a song and genre of performance for the showcase

you wanted contemporary, he wanted ballet

you were literally disagreeing so much on it that you had to ask Siri to flip a coin

and then you fought and said that Siri was rigged when it chose tails (contemporary)

so you decided on a happy? mix of both

rocky at the end of your first meeting: i get that we’re not exactly friends, y/n, but we have to work together so let’s at least be professional

you: i can if you can

rocky: fine

you two literally bicker like five year olds on a playground

even the guys are like ???? why are you being so childish ???

you have 2 months of preparation until the showcase and you start meeting once a week for choreography and practice since given the assignment

you two are pretty civil for the most part, you make the contemporary parts and he makes the ballet parts and then you combine it when you meet up and see how it can incorporate and complement each other

there’s not much joking around ?? like you know how rocky’s a clown when he’s teaching astro choreography?? it’s not like that at all

and honestly you two are too caught up in your rivalry and tension to notice that your styles really match and highlight each other well??

there’s definitely a lot of “i could do this better than you” from both sides

i repeat: you are children

and then there’s this one practice where you and rocky are trying a pas de deux for the first time

(i literally looked this term up, it’s basically what jungkook and jimin from bts did during the 2020 mma black swan intro...if you haven’t seen it, watch it bc it is perfection mmm chefs kiss)

and you don’t know if it’s because you didn’t have enough momentum or rocky didn’t prep himself enough for the lift but he ends up dropping you and you both fall

and you both immediately start blaming each other for the mishap

until you lift your hand to point at him and it just hurts

it’s like a switch goes off, rocky’s immediately concerned and he’s like gently taking your hand like: holy shit are you okay??

you shake your head and you’re wincing whenever you try to move it

you: ow fuck rocky, I think it’s sprained

and he suddenly feels so guilty, like he goes silent

you: can we stop for today? I’m gonna go get this checked out, make sure it’s not broken

rocky: do you want me to go with you?

you: no. I’ll see you next week.

boy he feels so bad, he texts you throughout the course of the following week asking if you’re okay, asking your roommate if you’re okay, telling you he’s sorry that he dropped you

you didn’t respond much, not bc you felt weird texting him–well, you did a little bit shhh–but bc you were beating yourself up for getting injured a month before the showcase

you show up to practice the next week with your wrist in a compression bandage

and he doesn’t greet you with a quip like he usually does, he immediately grabs your wrist (gently) and he’s like inspecting the bandage

you: uh...the doctor said I should be careful with it for a week or two if i want it to heal faster. so don’t bitch at me if i’m not going all out

rocky: y/n...i’m so sorry...I didn’t mean to injure you, it was my fault that we didn’t execute the pas de deux

you just shrug: it was both our faults...if I didn’t fall on my wrist maybe we could have avoided this little obstacle

rocky: if I caught you correctly, you wouldn’t have even fallen

you: are we really arguing right now about this??

and then the two of you just laugh???

this is the first real pleasant interaction you’ve had with him

and you notice like wow rocky had a nice smile

you: i should be back to normal before the showcase so we should be fine

rocky: don’t push it though while we’re practicing alright? if your wrist starts hurting then stop, and don’t even think about doing any floor choreo

the atmosphere between you and rocky change after that

he becomes pretty concerned about your recovery–and maybe it’s bc he still blames himself for the cause of it

each night before your set practice days, he always shoots you a text asking how you’re feeling and how your wrist is doing

he brings ice packs, painkillers, and extra bandages during your practices just in case you need it

and you’re actually pretty touched by his concern

about two weeks before the showcase, your wrist is back to full movement and you’re like excited to actually practice to your best ability

from now on you see each other twice a week, just to get that detail and fine-tuning perfected

rocky’s still a bit hesitant to have you go full out but you reassure him that you’re fine

you both try the pas de deux again the day you take your bandage off

and you can see that he’s nervous to try it

you: rocky, i’m fully healed now. we haven’t practiced this move since the first time and we need it in our routine

rocky: but...y/n, what if I drop you again??

you: you won’t...i trust you

and you really did, that move requires a lot of trust between partners and you know? maybe it didn’t work out the first time because of the lack of trust between you two

and so you go through the full routine and rocky was holding his breath when that part of the choreography came up but you both successfully did it!! and it was a beautiful move

he was so excited at the end of the run through that he hugged you

and you were smiling too bc this was the first time you did a full run through without any stops in between

you both don’t even notice that all the hostility is gone??

and the tension suddenly changed from hatred to...dare I say it...sexual

oo baby the day of the showcase you two were hella nervous

but c’mon you and rocky were the best of the best so ofc you absolutely killed the performance

your energies literally merged as soon as the music started

every move was flawless

and you both had to face each other during your ending pose and you were just like looking at him like ??? wtf ??? did you maybe wanna kiss him??

and you know the look that rocky has in his eyes when he’s dancing

imagine that literally piercing into your soul

you got the shivers waiting for the lights to dim

you both received a standing ovation after your duet obviously

astro watching it bc they always support rocky: they’re gonna fuck 100%

fast forward to the next term bc you both didn’t really have a reason to contact each other during summer break now that the showcase was done

you and rocky had two classes together, dance research and advanced modern technique

it was then that you started to see his actual personality and how goofy of a person he was

you still had a rivalry of course, but now it was healthy

instead of trying to bring each other down, you both started motivating each other to do better

and yes you’ve always been impressed with how good of a dancer rocky was (and vice versa), but now whenever you saw him practice you start to feel a little bit of stir in your stomach and shit are you blushing??

and then you two get paired up again for your midterm evaluation

your teacher: i saw the chemistry you had for the showcase last term, i think you two would work well together for this project

and god is your teacher trying to murder you??? the theme of this midterm was “couple dance” to encourage collaboration or whatever

you were just thankful that the song choice she gave you was more upbeat and not sensual bc you know for a fact that you would not survive doing a sexy dance routine with rocky

but that didn’t stop the way your skin felt like it was on fire whenever he touched you for partner-dependent moves

this time around, you did the choreography process together and it was actually pretty fun??

you and him would bounce back ideas and joke around whenever something looked stupid

you and rocky did this by the way for reference

and then there was one late night when you two were practicing

it was around 2 am, no one else was in the music building and you both didn’t have class the next day so you two were just like fuck it let’s just practice until campus security kicks us out or whatever

you both were literally dancing for four hours, not just this new routine but old ones and freestyles as well

and then you were doing your new routine and during the part where he had to twirl and dip you, you both fall again

but no one got injured this time luckily

and you both just burst out laughing, maybe you were a little delirious at this point in the night

you: i can’t believe you dropped me again

rocky’s laughing and you both just look at each other, and he’s hovering above you right???

and your heart is beating so loudly in your chest you’re positive he can hear it

and you’re thankful that your face was already hot from dancing so that he couldn’t tell that you were in fact blushing

rocky’s like looking at you for a good minute or so and he’s just like thinking in his head: have you always been this cute?

and maybe it’s bc you guys have been getting along so well lately and the vibes are??? immaculate

but the atmosphere suddenly gets super thick and he !! just !! leans down !! and !! kisses !! you !!

and phew baby you bet that you immediately respond to it

you’re literally making out on the floor for like five minutes

and mind you, five minutes is a long time

until rocky’s phone rings loudly through the speaker and you both suddenly separate

he scurries to his phone and you sit up trying to compose yourself

jinjin: park minhyuk where are you?! it’s 3 am!!

you literally hear jinjin scolding rocky through the phone and you laugh a little bc it’s so cute how he’s getting nagged right now

rocky: hyung...im practicing...

jinjin: do i need to drag you out of there?! i’ll literally call bin to carry your ass to our apartment! how long have you been practicing huh?? have you eaten dinner at all??

rocky: okay okay I’ll come back home

he turns to you after ending the call and he’s so !! shy !!

rocky: I guess that’s the end of our practice haha...do you want me to walk you back to your place?? it’s pretty late out

you: yeah that’d be nice...hm you sure your hyung’s not gonna call a search party for you??

you’re teasing him and he just pouts

rocky: i’ll be fine

rocky walks you back to your apartment and it’s a little?? awkward??

but before you bid him goodbye he’s like: uh...the kiss earlier...sorry if I surprised you

your cheeks are hot again: it’s um...it’s okay, I didn’t mind it...it was actually pretty nice...I guess...

and rocky’s heart skips a beat and now he’s blushing: yeah...it was...i’ll see you in class then??

you: yeah, i’ll see you. text me when you get home okay?

he nods and waits until you’re safely inside and then he just starts grumbling to himself

rocky: i’ll see you in class?? could i say anything more stupid???

rocky’s adorable okay

him texting you when he gets back: im home :)

you: that’s good! good night rocky :)

he goes to the guys the day after like: i have a predicament !! me and y/n kissed !!

jinjin: that’s why you were late last night??

eunwoo: you dirty dog, doing it in the dance studio??

rocky: we didn’t do anything else hyung !!

bin: so did you ask them out??

rocky: no...i said...i’ll see you in class

myungjun: i’ll see you in class?!?! are you an idiot??

sanha: hyung even I’d ask y/n out after that

rocky: i know !! im dumb okay!! help me

sanha: you’re a lost case sorry

jinjin: why don’t you start with, hey y/n do you wanna get some food with me??

rocky: AHHHH

yes he does want to ask you out, yes he does want to kiss you again more than he’d like to admit, but he’s shy

you’re not faring any better, you and roommate were literally talking about it all weekend

the next time you see rocky (in class), you two are awkward as fuck

you both keep stealing glances at each other and then if one of you get caught, you both immediately look away

those 50 minutes of class could not go by any slower

and you were so ready to book it after the professor dismissed you but then you hear rocky call your name

rocky: hey y/n, are you free right now?

you: uh yeah! why what’s up

rocky: do you...um...wanna get some coffee with me?? or food or something??

you: do you mean like just to hang out or...uh like a date?

rocky: a date...if you want it to be

and cue the blushies again

you and rocky end up going to this cute cafe and get smoothies bc neither of you were feeling caffeine at the moment

and the whole time you two are just ??? so cute and shy and awkward with each other ???

which is such a contrast from how you two would dance together

rocky’s so sweet, really the cutest boy

gives you so many butterflies

the two of you end up going on little cafe dates before practice

and you’re all cute and wholesome

and then he turns all passionate and dominant when you start dancing

like wow alright rocky giving you whiplash or whatever

when you show the routine for your midterm, the teacher and other students give you both high praises

and he’s all giddy after class and he goes up to you: i think its safe to say that we have really good chemistry when we work together, don’t you think?

you’re smiling hehe but you wanna mess with him a little: hmm i think we’re alright, but who knows, i might mesh well with someone else

and then he’s all frowny, a little jealous: what do you mean someone else? do you make out with someone who just has alright chemistry with you??

your eyes go wide and you put your hand over his mouth: im kidding!!

rocky just smirks at your embarrassed reaction and he like tickles your sides

and then he just grabs your hand like: don’t find another dance partner y/n, just be mine

how could you say no to that??? especially when rocky’s just looking all handsome and charming and shit??? exactly. you can’t and why would you ever say no in the first place??

you and rocky dating?? biiiig news in the dance department

and even outside of it

bc lowkey rocky had a bit of a fanclub bc of how good he is at dancing, are we shocked? no

the boys are so happy for him !!

you meet his friends literally the day the two of you start dating

and you’re a bit nervous meeting them bc ofc you want them to like you, they’re his friends

but they’re so sweet...and headass

when rocky brings you to their dinner, the five of them literally start applauding at your entrance

you were so confused and rocky’s just out here with second hand embarrassment

he’s the cutest boyfriend

shy with pda in public (unless you’re dancing), most he’ll do is hold your hand

but in private he’s very clingy

loves backhugging you

he also tickles you when he wants to be a little shit

which is 50% of the time

very playful bf, will tease you at least once every day

if you two are just practicing dancing, he’ll make any sort of excuse to hold you or kiss you

asddfadsjf he’s so cute

gets very soft at night especially when you two are worn out from practice

just wants to go back to your (or his) apartment and cuddle and sleep

imagine just you two cuddling in bed after hours of dancing and he’s just spooning you and he mumbles tiredly into your shoulder: you’re amazing y/n...you’re one of the best dancers i’ve ever seen

and before, his pride would have never allowed him to say that, but now it can

not really one for pet names in my opinion, but he does call you “my y/n”

after you two start dating, you begin to call him by his real name, minhyuk

or you say hyukie

he lowkey loves it when you call him that, it’s so endearing

the guys teasing him, cooing at rocky all gross like : heyyy hyukkie

then rocky just like crosses his arms: only y/n can call me hyukie

he didn’t realize he loves couple dances so much until you and him are dating

well he only loves it because you’re his partner ofc

alright hear me out !! slow dancing with rocky

slow !! dancing !! with !! rocky !!

he dims the lights in the dance studio until it’s just a single spotlight and some slow romantic music comes on and he just grabs you by the hand and twirls you once before pulling you close and you’re just swaying side to side

and then he presses your foreheads together and he’s just looking into your eyes and gives you the softest smile

!!! im freaking out!! i want this so bad !!

that’s how the first i love you comes out

surprise, you say it first

okay but like in the moment, the atmosphere is literally so perfect, and you can just see how much he treasures you and you always feel butterflies whenever he does this, but there was just something that night that made you say it

like your chest was constricting so hard and you were thinking to yourself, i love this man

and so you just said it

and omg the smile on rocky’s face just widens and he kisses you so sweetly before he says it back

loves kissing you, your lips are like a drug to him

can literally make out with you for hours

has pushed you against the walls of the practice room just for a little make out session

ahhh here we go ladies and gents

sex !! with !! rocky !!

first and foremost, dance studio sex??? yes

especially if it’s just you two late night practicing like the first time you kissed?

mirror kink? maybe so

and bc y’all are ~flexible~, you bet he likes bending your back like a pretzel

he’s a very passionate lover, your pleasure is his #1 priority

loves foreplay just as much as the main event

but oof his hips?? grrrrr bark bark ram me over with a truck

his stroke game is so good

literally knows how to fuck you in all the right places

and his stamina??? god tier, can go at it for hours on end

into edging and overstimulation, oof you bet you’re cumming at least twice during every session

i cannot stress this enough!! thigh riding

you know he has thighs of steel

will make you cum just from riding his thigh

most of the time you guys start off slow and sweet, and then just boom it turns it hard sex

will definitely get turned on from doing a sexy dance routine

the amount of times he’s wanted to just fuck you in the middle of class bc you turned him on?? but ofc he has public decency he won’t do that

he knows you get turned on from his fingers oops

anal or vaginal fingering?? he’s all for it baby

he’s loud during sex, all the grunting, huffing, growling, oo im getting chills

not afraid to tell you how good you’re making him feel

not really into spanking, but he grips a lot, like his fingernails have definitely left some deep imprints in your hips or your ass

hair pulling?? yes, both sides receiving

okay but if you call him rocky during sex? big turn on

i can’t explain why, it just is

favorite position?? cowgirl

he loves when you’re on top of him

yes he likes seeing you try to fuck yourself on him

and then when he can’t take it anymore and just grabs your hips and thrusts up into you until your body literally collapses on him

he always tries to make you cum first but oops sometimes baby just busts a nut

yes you will probably tease him about it and then he’ll just shut you up by kissing you

on another note, no way to turn rocky on faster than sucking on his bottom lip when you’re kissing

will cuddle you after cumming, like he doesn’t care if either of you are sweaty or messy, he’s hugging you for at least five minutes

honestly becomes a baby after sex so it’s more like you’re giving him after care sksksk

the switch he makes from being a sex fiend to a clingy cuddly boy? whiplash

like you need to go to the bathroom to pee or something and he’s like: but...i wanna hug u

i would risk it all for rocky yes

anyway after graduating, rocky becomes a choreographer for this really famous dance studio and get recruited to join a highly-competitive dance troupe

you both do long distance for a little bit bc obviously he’s back home but you have to travel with your group for competitions, sometimes even internationally

and so that caused some strain in your relationship bc distance sucks, but you would always make sure to call him every night before going to bed and despite any time zone difference, he would always answer

your biggest supporter !! literally flew out to surprise you during a big dance competition in london or whatever and you cried happy tears bc was he really there right now??

that’s when you knew that he was the one :’)

you spent the night w him in his hotel room and after a good couple rounds of reunion sex, you were like trying to test the waters a little bit: i missed you hyukie

rocky: i missed you too, but now that you’re here with me, nothing else matters

you: what do you really think about this long distance thing??

rocky: it sucks...but i know it made us stronger. i feel like we can get through anything now

you: yeah, i agree

rocky getting paranoid: omg why? are you thinking of living abroad?? y/n, do i need to start looking at dance studios out here??

you have to hold in your laughter bc he’s so cute: why? would you move out of the county for me if i wanted to??

rocky: i mean...if you’re thinking of leaving for good...then yeah.

he gets so shy and quiet and you’re just !! wow you love him !! he’s yours !!

you kiss him shortly and you smile: no, i’m not gonna live abroad. I miss being home and I miss seeing you all the time. I told you before, I’m thinking of leaving the troupe in two months and then gonna find a job back home for good.

he lets out a sigh of relief: you scared me a little

you just laugh: I only wanted to confirm something and hmm I was right

rocky: what did you wanna confirm??

you being a confident baddie: that I wanna be with you for the rest of my life

rocky feeling his heart implode: you mean it??

you scoffing: why would I be lying about this?

he just laughs and kisses you: I wanna be with you too...I’ve been thinking it since the last time you visited. How much I love you and how much I hated seeing you leave for who knows how long, but I didn’t wanna say anything bc you’re still living your life and I didn’t want a promise like this to influence you to come back if you didn’t want to yet.

two months later you’re back for good and move in with rocky

you end up becoming a choreographer at his dance studio too

you and rocky: the couple™

and you live happily ever after

somewhere down the line...

sanha: hey remember when you two hated each other?

eunwoo: remember when you injured y/n??

bin: remember when you freaked out to us about your first kiss together

myungjun: and you said i’LL sEe yOu iN cLaSs

jinjin: those were fun times, right hyukie?

rocky: i hate you all

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gayfictory · 3 years

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I got inspired by a prompt from @drarrypromptoftheday, it was already filled yet I couldn't sleep and decided to wirte it regardless. Enjoy!

On the quidditch field, there is a kiss cam that is enchanted to land on people with the most chemistry. It lands on Draco and Harry and everyone is shocked.

Draco was actually about to explode.

For the past months he’s been really trying to redeem himself. Merlin knows he’s left most of his beliefs behind and if it wasn’t for some impulsive, gitty comments Potter still can get out of him he could compare to, well - Potter himself.

When he returned to Hogwarts to find out that Muggle Studies are a mandatory subject now (something about Ministry wanting to learn from their mistakes and soften up blood purists a little - Draco approved of the idea more than he let it be known) he decided to tolerate it.Then he found out that some of the things are actually very impressive and he started doing his own research outside of class. He got hooked. As rich as the Hogwarts’ library seemed, there was a very small collection of muggle books. At first he thought he was too proud to ask Granger for help but eventually the curiosity about microbiology won over him. That’s how she introduced him to something called the internet - needless to say he got even more hooked. That's also how she bribed him to stop calling Granger and became Hermione (and to think that a Griffindor actually managed to bribe him. If that didn’t impress him enough to start calling her by her first name the usefulness of his new tool definitely did).

What he didn't know was how he went from having discussions about muggle inventions with Hermione to joining the golden trio on their Hogsmade outing. Potter included. It was awful (it actually wasn't. He enjoyed it a lot. They did it again. And again. And then again with his slytherin friends joining them). So, yeah.

Suddenly wizards seemed to follow Draco's footsteps, because obviosly he's influential like that (he should stop with the narcissistic sarcasm. Some of his new friends still hadn't caught on to what sarcasm is.) started exploring more and more muggle stuff because it was smart and useful, and all that unity shit Draco supported but couldn’t really get past how cheesy those kinds of statements sound. But now a quidditch match was interrupted because he was supposed to kiss Potter. Not smart at all.

He wanted to punch someone actually. He didn’t care that there was a kiss cam or whatever that bloody device was pointed at him right now. But of course he couldn’t do that because he’s a nice boy now or at least that’s what he wanted the people gathered here to think. Oh, and also the Daily Prophet reporter who was aggressively taking notes.

The speaker said something about chemistry, not that Draco paid much attention. Ron’s mouth literally flew wide open. Hermione had her thinking face on for a few seconds before it suddenly beamed with realisation. Ginnevra Wesley looked like she also wanted to punch someone. Or cry. Or actually - both. Draco couldn’t help but feel the corners of his mouth move up a little at the sight. What the fuck. Pansy giggled because of course she did, she heard Draco go on about Harry’s ass enough times to catch on to his crush. It was a nightmare. And Harry. Harry’s face got incredibly red, almost in a raspberry-like shade.

Draco’s only seen this expression once before - there was an incident a few weeks back when Harry burst into his room without knocking to go on his regular rant about how coupley Ron and Hermione are. It wouldn't be anything irregular accept for there may or may not have been wanking involved on Draco’s side. Well.

“You guys should kiss” said Hermione just to break the uncomfortable silence that has fallen between them. “ You’ve heard what they said, the thing is charmed. It picks up on chemistry and won't let go until you kiss like it wants you to” She way way too amsued than a good friend should've been. Suddenly he came to regret all of the decisions he made in the last year. He was completely okay with admiring from afar.

Okay, so there’s no getting out of this. He certainly didn’t imagine his first kiss with Potter to go like this. Not like he was imagining it at all. Of course.

“Well a smooch on the mouth should do” said Draco, trying to hold himself togheter, finally properly turning to Harry. “Can I smooch you on the mouth, Harry?” He asked. Normally he would’ve smirked or just expressed his cockiness in any way possible. This was no normal situation though. His mouth was about to touch Harry Potter’s mouth with a bunch of people watching. Oh, this was definitely no normal situation.

Potter's face went into an even deeper shade of red as mumbled something between a “mhm”, “yes” and “please”. Draco couldn’t tell which one. Potter did not seem very content with his words right now.

He quickly leaned over and brushed Harry’s lips with his. There was a lot of thoughts going trough head right now, the surprise about how soft boy’s lips are stood out first. HOLLY SHIT I JUST KISSED HARRY POTTER took over right after.

He looked around. Everyone was quiet. That bloody machine was still pointed at them.

“Seems like our kiss cam believes you owe us more than a smooch” a voice came from the speakers. “ We can’t really blame it, honestly” like the situation was in any way amusing “The Saviour and the former Death Eater” Draco only pretended not to shrug at that. “ Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, known rivals for years, only recently growing more and more friendly with each other. There sure must be a lot of unresolved tension left after all these years?” The speaker was trying to build up the suspense and Malfoy sure wasn’t gonna give in and give them what they wanted. “Unless, it’s already been resolved?” Draco thought back to the wanking incident and the way Harry has been acting ever since. No it wasn't.

Okay, so it seemed like he was gonna give in after all. You can't blame him.

And suddenly his hands were grabbing Potter’s face, his tongue was burning his way down his mouth. It was hot and filled with excitement, they could feel the magic sparkling between them. There was no one around them, it was just them and their tongue trying to establish who’s the winner here. They didn’t know how long it was before Harry gave in, almost moaning into his mouth, and Draco smiled because 1. He won 2. HE JUST KISSED HARRY POTTER HELLO?? And to think that all those years all he had to do was kiss him.

Well, if Harry let’s him he certainly would like to do a lot of making up for that in the future.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry prompt #draco malfoy #harry potter #8th year #hogwarts #idk how to tag posts #drarry kiss #first kiss #okay bye

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gagmebucky · 3 years

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Hi, I just really wanted to rant about something and I don’t really want to talk about it with anyone I know irl so…

My dad is just a normal guy in every sense of the word, good and bad. One thing that’s bothered me for a while now is how I recognized he talks to my mom and while it’s not degrading, it’s just entitled and annoying.

Since my brother and I were born, she quit her job to take care of us so he’s been the one primarily earning money. This arrangement hasn’t put our family in any type of financial jeopardy at all, we live in a nice house in a nice area and his job combined with the money he makes from his previous service in the military makes him around 150k a year. One thing I’d like to note is that he works a normal 8 to 5 job. But for a year or so the majority of his company has switched to a12 hours day so they get a three day weekend every week.

Now I know you may be wondering what money has to do with any of this and I promise that I’ll get to that part I’m just really angry and need to get this all off of my chest.

Anyways, my mom started working again 2-3 years ago at his request and now she works AND does all the stereotypical motherly things (cooks dinner, cleans, any other odd jobs that need to be done around the house)

All the while my mom has been doing this, my dad does his 12 hour days (including lunch in those 12 hours) and he’s allowed to take 10 minute breaks and most often times watch tv in the background while he’s working (he’s been working from home since COVID and doesn’t have any plans to go back since his job is mostly on the computer anyways other than a couple in-person meetings a month)

After my dad is done with work, he basically retires for the night and just watches tv while waiting for mom to serve him whatever food or leftovers she’s put on a plate for him.

Now, I get to the current issue.

My mom doesn’t ask for much or even anything from him in terms of helping her. But there are just some things that make me angry when he says them.

In the past couple of weeks for pretty much the 1st consistent time since March, my dad started walking and exercising again which he does outside or in the garage. My father has naturally oily skin, and even if he didn’t, he is exercising so his skin will be sticky and sweaty! RIGHT!?!?!

However when my mom brought it up a couple days ago she didn’t even say what we both were thinking which was YOU STINK AND ARE THEREFORE MAKING THE HOUSE STINK!!!

Instead, she politely asked if he would take a shower since he worked out and specificied that she was telling him this out of love without even mentioning him stinking up the house or more specifically the kitchen that he was in.

Instead of understanding that exercise makes you sweat and sweat makes you smell, he snarkelly shot back, that he had something to tell her out of love too. And although he trailed off with a cocky laugh, the context of the situation and his numerous past suggestions obviously implied that he was talking about my mom’s weight.

I would like to specify that my mother is not obese or unhealthy, in fact she eats considerably less junk food than he does. And even if she was, it did not prompt my dad making that “joke”.

Now fast forward a few minutes, my mom and I left to go grocery shopping for the food she would make for him without him even having to lift a finger. She ranted to me that him needing to take a shower had nothing to do with her weight. From what she was saying I could tell that she wasn’t that angry about what he said about her weight, but more so about him deflecting the conversation from his smellyness to her (which is something he does often so he doesn’t look like the “bad guy”)

Now to today, my father once again “joked” with my mom when asked if he would honestly like to help her blow dry her hair (I say honestly because she wanted his honest opinion on whether he would like to do it or not, and it was something she never really needs help with but she wanted to spend time with him) he said that he needs to consult the “guy’s handbook” to figure out if that was a trick question. (My father is 55 years old and they’ve been married for 30 something years)

I’m sure there’s a psychological reason why I got so angry at him but I’m not going to settle that I was once again tired that he treated my mom like crap despite her doing everything for him. So I told him that my mom was being serious and it wasn’t a trick question.

I (kinda) knew that he knew this, and was trying to make a joke. But explaining it was my version of the whole “I don’t understand your ‘joke’ please explain it to me” in an attempt to discourage him from making it again.

But in an event that I would have seen coming if I wasn’t so angry, it didn’t work and he instead got mad at me. Recognizing that I could have handled the situation better, I just apologized however I was crying because of his rant that I wasn’t a part of the conversation and shouldn’t have stepped in . (I normally wouldn’t be so sensitive but for some reason it’s like everytime I have a family argument it’s that time of the month so I’m emotionally sensitive)

I retreated back into my room and apparently I wasn’t crying as quietly as I thought I was because be he then knocked on my door, then demanded that I come out and “spend time with him” so he could know what was wrong.

Now, I thought this was code for I’m going to apologize, but no… he literally didn’t understand that his words hurt my feelings and demanded that I tell him what was “really” wrong as if him yelling at me wasn’t a good enough reason to be crying.

After curtly telling him what was wrong in so many words as to not offend him further. He dryly apologized before defending himself and saying that it wasn’t his fault that I got angry and he was just trying to make a joke that he insisted would apparently be funny if I didn’t cut in. Then he dryly promised that he would try to treat my mother nicer and not make as many “jokes” because he can tell how much it affects me.

There is probably more to the story that I forgot to leave out. And I kinda want to know if I’m in the wrong in the situation or not. And reading back over this i am definitely biased but if you can manage to remove the emotion from my words then those are honestly the facts about what happened.

I recognize that I am selfish, he actually told me that one, but looking back over my life I know that I have been rude when “defending” my mom. I put it in quotations because my mom doesn’t need defending and she is more than capable to speaking up when there’s a big problem.

But I just get annoyed at people when they rudely deny her some of the smaller things she requests like help blow drying her hair and things she won’t insist on them helping on. I’d understand if kindly said no thanks or I can’t do it right now, but he just had to joke about it and be curt in his response for no reason.

All in all I’m just so angry that it is impossible for him to acknowledge what he did wrong without defending that actions that make someone sad or angry in the first place.

But anyways, I am extremely sorry for the rant and writing so much and I honestly don’t blame you if you didn’t even read all of this. I just wanted to tell someone and I love how your blog is so open and judgement free and you don’t act like you have all the answers of what is right or wrong but you just give your opinion and help when you can. Thanks so much for listening (reading, really) and I appreciate you so much!

baby, you didn’t do ANYTHING wrong. you are the opposite of selfish — your dad was being a fucking dick to your mom and you stood up for her. you had every right to be angry, and if i were you, i would’ve said some low blow, disrespectful, kick-me-out-of-the-house ass shit.

i think (respectfully) you’re over analyzing yourself to find fault in yourself when it isn’t really there in my opinion. he’s complaining that you’re rude when he was the rude one and you literally just defending your mom. being rude is like “you stinky piece of shit, im gonna fucking drown you in bleach and lets see you make another fuckin comment BITCH”

but you did not do that therefore his argument is invalid. i can only say so much because it’s you in the thick of it but it definitely seems like your dad’s arrogant and entitled personality is so overbearing that it makes you be harder on yourself than you should be. i think, legally, you should get hit him once with a bat, non lethally of course (unless….. haha…?). i just know personally dealing with that personality type can create a LOT of contained anger.

anyway, im rly sorry you have to deal w him. i feel like you have a lot of weight on your shoulders and you seem so sweet and nice and you do not deserve to have to give your energy to that :(

#i would’ve said some vile things i wouldve said things that would make him disown me #i would poured a little rat posion in his drink just enough to make him sick not to like kill yknow #if it isn’t clear I… I have a lot of violent feelings and am a little… insane #ILU AND IM SORRY U HAD TO DEAL W THAT #q answers

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Golden Cage - Prologue

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She’s a spoiled little princess — at least that’s what people say. Her father is the King of all Kings, the man who everyone fears. Then, along comes Dean Winchester, the one guy who manages to see into her soul, but — — is Dean really who he says he is?

WC: 3165

A/N: This is the start of the series. If you want to read ahead, please check out my patreon. This is also written for @spnaubingo but I can not reveal the square yet as it would give a lot away.

Beta’d by: @deanwanddamons <3

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Y/N screws the coffee piston into the machine and pushes a button. The loud rumbling sound of the machine coming to life can be heard above the chatter of the people in the restaurant as brown liquid spills into two espresso cups she placed underneath.

While she waits for the coffee to finish dripping out, she takes a look around the restaurant. They don’t own a fancy one, because that wouldn’t be the family tradition. It’s a restaurant that opens for the breakfast crowd and stays open for the night owls, so there’s always a crowd gathered around here from morning till night. This means that she has plenty to do and organize and the workdays keep her occupied.

The morning faces are mostly the same. People stopping for breakfast before work, but mostly they are people who have some kind of connection to her father or they respect his organization enough to come here. There are a lot of people who avoid it, though, and she can’t blame them. Y/N nods at them as they lift their hands, telling them with her eyes that she’ll be right with them to take their orders. She has employed some waitresses and cooks, but she’s involved here as much as they are. Working here is something that gives her meaning. She’d probably die if she can’t work and get her mind off the stupid life she lives.

Placing the espressos on the tray, she turns around to grab the waffles which her cook, Garth, had laid out on the counter for her to take.

Balancing the tray, she moves to the table of the people who were waiting for their orders, and brings them the breakfast they’ve been asking for. They are regulars, and they usually leave a good tip, so she smiles some more.

When Y/N’s about to walk back, the bell above the door chimes, which prompts her to look.

A tall man in a dark suit walks in, brown hair, his face slightly scruffy. She always checks out suspicious looking guys. It’s mandatory for survival. But guys in suits are nothing unusual in this place, since her dad operates from the basement of this restaurant and sometimes they would come in through the front instead of the back. The only unusual thing is, that she’s never seen this man before.

His shoulders are broad and the smile sits brightly on his face when he notices her staring, the crinkles around his eyes running deep. He nods at her as he takes a seat close to the register.

She feels blood rushing to her head and immediately looks away.

Oh god, he looks so good. Maybe a little mysterious. That’s probably why she’s all flustered. It doesn’t happen often that a good looking guy finds his way in here. Mainly because people around here know what kind of restaurant it is, people know who the restaurant belongs to. And they certainly know that she works here, the only daughter of Azazel Lehne. This part of the city belongs to her father. No, who’s she even kidding? The whole fucking city belongs to her dad. But it’s especially this part of the city that people are more aware of him, because it’s where their HQ is based.

Besides working in the restaurant and being at home, there’s not a lot of places she’s allowed to go and that’s really absurd since the city belongs to her dad, but there are still enough enemies around, she guesses. She’s not allowed to a lot of places, and especially not on her own. Dating is only allowed when the guy she wants to go out with undergoes a thorough background check or is a son of one of her dad’s business associates, and honestly, they all are the same macho men who disrespect women. She doesn’t want anything to do with them.

She’s gnawing on her bottom lip and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she makes her way back to the counter, the tray hugged tightly to her body. When she’s back there, she has to face him, and she’s trying to breathe evenly to calm herself down.

Placing the tray back behind the coffee machine, she clears her throat before she speaks, “Hi,”

Wow, great, Y/N. That’s a good start. Fabulous.

“Hey,” The man greets her and he smiles a really cute smile. She notices that he smiles with his eyes too. That’s not something a lot of people do.

She can flirt with him, right? There’s no harm in flirting. Her dad’s not here anyway. Yeah, she can flirt, but how does it work again? It feels like it has been ages!

“What can I get you?”

He’s still smiling, like he knows something she doesn’t and she wonders if she has some breakfast leftover around her mouth? Maybe there’s something in between her teeth? She pushes the irritation out of her head and channels her inner Aphrodite, not that it probably would matter.

“A coffee, please.”

Y/N raises her eyebrow at him as she stares him down.

The man’s smirking, “What? You do serve coffee, right?”

“We serve espressos, yeah. It’s probably not like the regular coffee you’re used to. It’s much stronger.” She braces her hands on the counter and leans forward, her lips curve into a cocky grin, “I hope that’s going to be okay? Or do you want me to weaken it and make you a cappuccino…” She stares at him some more, grins too, a little cocky maybe, and he takes the hint.

His grin replicates hers. Probably as cocky, and she can’t say that it doesn’t suit him, “Dean, you can call me Dean.”

“Okay, Dean, can you handle it? Or do you want for me to pour some milk into it?”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I can handle.” He laughs and fucking winks.

Dean’s good at flirting. She has to give him that. She hopes she wasn’t that bad either. And now her cheeks feel hot as she nods and begins to work on the coffee machine.

Her dad loves coffee and he always hated the pot coffees they used to have, so he bought this real fancy machine where it’s actually more work but she enjoys it. Enjoys the whole process and it really does taste better than a pot that’s been sitting warmly on its stove for hours.

Just when she sets the coffee in front of Dean, she hears the bell chime again. She tears her eyes away from the man to see her dad walking in.

He nods at her and she abandons Dean quickly, walks over to the place where he always sits. Her dad hates to be kept waiting.

“Breakfast, Dad?” She asks when she’s standing before him and watches him sitting down.

“Please, Y/N. Only coffee. I just ate at Bobby’s place. Can you bring it, and one for yourself too? And please come sit down, I need to talk to you.”

She nods but her heart thumps in her chest. Was it the flirting? Did he watch her? But again, if he did, Dean wouldn’t be sitting here, would he? Her dad would make sure to bring him down to the office and beat the shit out of him probably.

As she walks back behind the counter to make two espressos, she feels Dean’s eyes on her. He’s still sitting there, sipping on his espresso. She wonders if she’s made it too strong, because she actually did, just to throw him off and rile him up, but when she looks up again, Dean’s downing it and smiles at her after.

She snorts. Show off.

When the two espressos are ready, she carries it over to her dad and sits down on the chair across from him, feeling a little nervous because he rarely wants her to join him. Also, he’s rarely alone and she’s glad that he is now. She hates his little soldiers, if she’s honest. They’re all spineless dicks.

They drink their coffee in silence and when he finishes, he leans back into the booth seat he’s sitting in, his fingers playing with the little mug.

“How are you?” He asks and Y/N raises her eyebrows with irritation. Her dad doesn’t even look at her, still staring at his own fingers that are toying with the mug.

They see each other a lot since they’re living under the same roof, so she doesn’t know why he’s asking, really.

“Good.”

“Is the restaurant keeping you busy, dear?”

“Dad, what is it?” She blurts out. Mainly because she wants him to cut the chase. Dad can always go on and on around the fucking point.

He takes a deep breath and exhales loudly, “It’s Bobby.”

She frowns. Bobby is the consigliere in the family. As far as she can remember, Bobby was always there. She grew up calling him Uncle, even if they’re not blood related.

“What’s with Uncle Bobby?” She can’t hide the concern in her voice.

“Eh,” Her father says, “He’s old, you know that. He wants to retire.”

Oh, there’s an exhale of breath she didn’t know she had been holding. She was worried something else had happened.

“And you let him?”

Bobby’s not old old. There are people working for her dad who are much older.

“I respect the wishes of my people, Y/N.” Her father says and she almost snorted out loudly. Yeah, just not mine, she thinks.

“And you’re telling me that because?”

“I was wondering how happy you are here. I think it’s time I get you into the business too, since Bobby will be gone and I need to have someone around whom I can trust.”

You had Mom, she wanted to say, see where that got her. Her mom worked for him, or with him. She was the one he would trust the most, but her mom got killed while she was standing in the way of someone who was out to get her father. Y/N’s sure that it isn’t the life her mom wanted her child to grow up in.

It’s really the moment she dreaded the most in her life. Her dad always let her live her life the way he thinks is suitable for her. After what happened with her mom, he actually never wanted her to join, too heartbroken with the loss. She never wanted to either, and she doesn’t think she ever will.

“But Dad—”

“—Think about it, okay? Right now, I need you by my side and it would be good if you would join us.”

Good if you would join us is translated into her language to You have no choice but to join us.

This is it, right? This is the day she’s been dreading all her life. Dad wants her to join his organization. Dad wants her to become a fucking criminal along with him.

She looks around the restaurant. It would mean that she has to give up the place she came to love. And while her eyes are scanning the room, she notices that Dean’s not sitting there anymore. She wonders when he left, thinks about asking Jo, her other waitress if she’s seen him leave. Y/N must have been so wrapped up in her conversation with her dad that she didn’t even hear the doorbell going off.

No, is what she wants to say. I’m happy the way things are. But instead, she trains her gaze down to the table and sighs before she speaks, “I’ll think about it.”

Right, we’ll have a party at our house tomorrow to say goodbye to Bobby. I want you to take the day off and help prepare the catering at the house.

“Okay,”

“I’ll do some announcements then. There will be some changes within the organization. I hope you will have your mind made up by then.”

Her father leaves to walk to the back of the restaurant without saying goodbye.

***

On the day of the party, there’s a knock at her door. Y/N’s about to change into something more presentable after having helped with catering and setting up the party the whole day through. She just came out of the shower and her hair’s still dripping wet. Quickly she wraps a bathrobe around her body.

“Y/N?” There’s a knock again and she knows that it’s Nick.

Ugh, she has no patience whatsoever for Nick. The biggest of dicks is what he is. Bobby once took Nick under his wing and he’s been making a move on her since he set foot into the organization. Nick’s a complete sleazeball and he probably thinks that she’s super into him. She bet he’s already planning on asking her dad if he could marry her. Ew. Oh my god, she hopes that Nick won’t become the new consigliere because that would mean that he has to live here for some time, because her father wants his consigliere close, and she doesn’t want that. Bobby used to live here himself, up until about two years ago. She guesses that he was already planning for his retirement then.

“I’m coming!” She yells as the knocking won’t stop.

Nick’s such a pain in the ass, she swears! Y/N opens up to Nick’s smug smile but she doesn’t return it. Instead, she rolls her eyes.

“What is it?”

“You didn’t need to cover yourself up for me, honey.” Nick grins.

She doesn’t say anything to it. Instead, she stares him down until the grin is wiped out of his face.

Nick clears his throat, “Your dad wants to see you. In his office.”

He eyes her up and down afterward and there’s that fucking grin again. She feels a strong urge to slap it out off his face.

“I’ll be right there.” She mumbles and is about to close the door when Nick stops her.

“No, he wants to see you now.”

“Ugh, fine!” She pushes past Nick and stomps away and down the stairs, walks along the hall into the east wing where her father has his office. Nick scrambles to catch up.

When she opens the door to her father’s office, she bumps right into something firm and that something smells good too. It’s not a smell she’s used to around here. She could pick out the cologne of the people who worked for her dad from a police lineup, and most of the time, they don’t smell that nice.

“Oh, sorry,” She says out of habit, even though she knows that she’s the princess daughter and she technically doesn’t need to say sorry to anyone but her own father around here. It’s just, she’s never been that kind of girl. She always treats people like she wants to be treated. Dad always said that she got it from her Mom.

There’s a deep chuckle as she takes a step to the side and she remembers that voice. Remembers the deep sound of a bass. It’s smooth and light. It sounds super nice.

Looking up, she almost has to clasp her hand over her mouth.

Dean.

He smirks at her then, but he doesn’t say anything. Because why should he, they all only speak when they are spoken to. Little cowards who read her dad’s mind and do what he says, no fucking questions asked.

Y/N’s a little sad that Dean’s in here, though. A little sad that he’s one of dad’s little soldiers.

Her dad sees her and clears his throat before he speaks, “Is everything ready for tonight, Y/N?”

“Yes,” She answers and looks around the room. Bobby’s here, and so are a couple of other men. She knows them all. The only new face is Dean.

“Good, I want you to wear something nice, can you do that?”

“I’ll see.”

Her father laughs and it sounds uneasy. He hates it when she undermines his authority. But that’s just how she is. He can bet she’s going to find some ugly thing to wear, for sure.

“Kids, huh?” Her dad says to one of his capos, she knows as Crowley, the weasel.

The man nods with a chuckle.

The only people in the room who aren’t laughing are Dean and Bobby.

“You can go now.” Her father says.

“Okay,” She turns around and stomps away, but not without slamming the door shut, for fucking good measure.

While she walks back to her room, she can’t help to think what that was all about? He called her in just to say that she should wear something nice? What the fuck? What happens to phones or texts? She had to walk half a mile to tell him that his party is set up? God, her dad can be such a fucking dick, too. She thinks he’s the biggest dick of them all.

Also what the fuck is Dean doing here? What part does he play?

“Hey,” She hears the voice now as she takes the first step on the stairs that leads up to the bedrooms.

Y/N freezes mid-walk. She knows exactly who the voice belongs to.

“What?” She turns her head to snap at Dean.

“Just wanted to see if you’re okay,”

She turns around to see him clutching at the railing looking up at her with a frown on his face.

“Yeah, I am.”

It’s a lie but it feels like this whole damn life is a lie. She doesn’t belong here in this fucking golden cage, but she doesn’t need to pour her heart out to someone she barely knows, so she bites on her tongue.

Dean snorts, “Yeah, you sound just peachy,”

She snorts, “I’m sorry, why are you here again? Shouldn’t you be in the room with the big boys? My father will notice you missing and I don’t think he’d like for you to talk with his daughter unsupervised.”

“Eh,” He shrugs and there’s that cocky grin again, “‘M not afraid of your father, and besides, I like taking risks.”

There’s something about the man that stands before her. Something… defiant. He’s like her. They are similar, she realizes. There’s also something else… something she can’t quite put her finger on. He looks absolutely gorgeous in his suit, and his eyes — they are so green, but also dark as they stare at her. There’s a cloud of mystery surrounding him and she knows that she should be alerted, should maybe be careful, but instead, there’s something that draws her to him.

After she notices that she’s probably been staring at him for too long, she clears her throat, “Right,” Y/N says, “I’m okay, and you can return to your stupid meeting.”

Dean doesn’t answer and she turns around to walk up the stairs. Y/N feels his eyes on her all along the way up, but when she turns around on the landing, he’s gone.

Chapter.01

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hisunshiine · 3 years

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

♡ 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬

♡ 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴

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♡ 𝘸𝘤: 3343

an: commissioned story

Walking up the stairs to your best friends’ apartment, you hang your cape over your shoulder, defeated. Waiting patiently as Namjoon unlocked the front door, Jungkook shuffled side to side, just as upset as you, the evidence written across his face. His signature bunny smile, nowhere to be found, was replaced with a pout fixed on his face as he followed you into the apartment while Namjoon struggled to get the key back out of the golden deadbolt lock.

The sound of shoes being slipped off filled the silence along with jangling keys and the low murmur of curses followed by a soft exclamation of joy as Namjoon shut the door.

“I’m sorry babe. I didn’t know it was cancelled. I didn’t check my email before we left...”

You tossed your purple cape over the couch and got comfy in your favorite spot. Tucked into the left corner of the couch, your sheer pantyhose legs crossed, you dropped your head onto the back rest of the couch and attempted to look at Namjoon still in the entryway. Dressed up as Thor, his arms flexed nicely as you watched him put his shoes on the rack by the door, grown out blond hair falling in his face.

“Joonie, it’s fine. I don’t blame you. I’m just sad we didn’t get to show off our hard work.” You gesture at your outfit, Raven from Teen Titans, and shrugged. Left in just the black long sleeved leotard and hosiery, you sigh.

“Poor Kookie here has been doing pushups and crunches for the past two weeks so that he could pull off a gladiator from 300.” You turned your gaze to Jungkook, perched on the barstool next to the kitchen counter, elbow braced on the table to hold his head up as he sulked. “Nice job by the way, you got a lot of looks when we were walking up to the convention center.”

He laughed, shameless as always when showing off his beautifully built frame.

“Hey, I think the woman with the baby stroller really enjoyed the view.”

“I would hope so, she damn near tripped over her own child breaking her neck to stare.”

You lean up as Namjoon makes his way over to the couch, your eyes following the way his well-built body moves in the ludicrously tight Thor outfit.

“What can we do to make it up to you? We rarely get a day off like this, all together.”

He was right. Adulting had made the time spent with your best friends almost nonexistent. Attempts to hang out, all three of you, rarely went off without a hitch; with Namjoon receiving calls from the office about accounts in progress, or Jungkook having to go in to work with the local sports team as their trainer during both on and off seasons, and you working your 9 to 5. It was stressful.

“Honestly, just spending time with you guys is all I need.”

Namjoon lifted your legs to sit next to you, placing them in his lap as Jungkook jumped up and grabbed a dusty, small box off the living room bookshelf. An old deck of Uno cards that you all used to stay up late and play in college is tossed onto the coffee table while Jungkook’s feet carried him to the kitchen, where he grabbed a few beers.

“For old time’s sake?”

——————

Uno had turned into Strip Uno quickly, once you all were a few beers deep. The opaque green glass bottles were set off to the side of the coffee table as the three of you sat around, tipsy and half naked, laughing at each other.

Jungkook had been the first one to lose an article of clothing, his Leonidas style crown tossed on the other side of the couch with Namjoon’s discarded cape. Namjoon followed suit with his costume shirt being next to disappear from his body. The males’ losing streak ended when you were the unlucky one to lose a large item, your black leotard. It wasn’t long before Jungkook, who had already been shirtless, had lost his roman gladiator skort, and Namjoon’s pants made it onto the clothing pile, leaving the three of you sitting comfortably in half-nakedness.

“God, I can’t believe we used to really trade girls back and forth, hyung.” Jungkook was laughing as he remembered some of their crazier antics, which you knew all about as their best friend. You’d even walked into some compromising situations once or twice, and saw exactly what each of them was working with below the belt.

“I can, man, we were insatiable. Fuck, we still are Kook, don’t act like just because we’re working now crazy shit still doesn’t happen.”

Namjoon’s eyes were low, the alcohol in his system making him feel nice.

“You’re right,” Jungkook giggled, face red from intoxication, “just way less often. It’s been what? 4 months or so? We need to throw a party or something.”

“You guys are just as bad as you were in college.” You say, leaning back into the couch behind you. None of you had moved from the floor where you had sat around the table to play Uno.

“Oh, right. I forgot that you were our ‘goody two shoes’ girl. Never did anything wrong...” Namjoon tried to roll his eyes, but the half-moon shape barely showed the whites of his eyes.

“That’s not true… I was just way better at being discreet. It wasn’t the campus’ business who I let between my legs.”

“We played ‘never have I ever’ so many times, though… You never did anything bad.” Jungkook pouted at you, thinking you were lying to him. In reality, you lied back then. It wasn’t anyone’s business and you weren’t going to expose others’ sex lives just for some drinking game.

“I did, I just didn’t put a finger down,” you laughed. “I still drank what I was supposed to, I just didn’t want to be questioned about my threesomes and shit.”

Namjoon couldn’t believe what he heard. You, his precious best female friend, had a threesome before. The air in the room shifts, the tension palpable in the room.

“No, not my YN. You’re the good one.” Namjoon stated jokingly, though you could sense he was still serious.

“I need the details, YN.” Jungkook stared at you, eyes steady as he pinned you with his gaze.

His look is full of desire, and you can see him move ever so slightly as if he was uncomfortable. Jungkook’s hand moves to cover his hardening cock, but not before you can see that it was exactly what was making him so uncomfortable in his boxer briefs.

“It was nothing wild, Koo. We were drunk, it was college, one of them, the girl, said that getting eaten out feels better by a woman, the other said no way and said he was the best ever to do it, so I volunteered to test out their theory and draw an end to the pissing contest.”

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered how much fun it was. The memory turned you on slightly; you can feel your arousal drip onto your thong.

“So who was better?”

“She was, definitely.”

Namjoon shakes his head and Jungkook leans back, incredulous. Both had leaned in towards you as you told the short story, falling on every word that you said.

“Pfft! No way, I could totally out-do the chick.”

“Same. He didn’t know what he was doing, clearly.”

You shifted your body to get more comfortable, sitting with your knees bent and spread open in an L shape as you leaned back against the seat of the couch. You may have been curvy, but you were comfortable around Jungkook and Namjoon as they had known you for so long and seen you in various stages of undress, sobriety, and moods.

“I mean, we can always test it out.” You gesture your arm out at the 2 of them, resting your forearm on the knee that is bent up to the sky.

It’s silent, deadly, as they stare at you. Jungkook’s eyes roam your body that is on display for him, instinctively licking his lips. Namjoon, who was still leaned towards you, gives a smirk that has you… excited.

“Baby, you couldn’t handle me.”

“Awe, Joonie, it’s cute that you think so.”

“I’d be better at it anyways.” Jungkook chimed in. That cocky confidence oozing over him as he mimics your pose, though leaning back on his palm, arm extended to share part of his weight.

“Mmm.. I don’t know Kookie, I think Namjoon has been at it a little longer than you, plus, no offense, but he has fuller lips...” You turn away from Jungkook’s pout toward Namjoon, who’s still got that damn smirk on his face.

He moved forward, practically stalking on his hands and knees as he brings himself into your personal space. You watch the way his chest and arms flex, mouth practically drooling at the sight.

“You've been sizing me up, baby?” His voice is low, deeper as he let his hunger for you show. His hand slides along your hip, fingers curling gently around you. “You think about how good it would feel, my tongue between your legs?”

He’s surprised that you didn’t pull away. When you reached up and grabbed a handful of his blond locks and tugged, you reveled in the low groan he let out, eyes fixated on his quivering Adam’s apple as the sinful sound reverberated throughout the apartment.

“Damn—” your eyes snapped to Jungkook, whose pupils had dilated as he watched the interaction between you and his hyung. His mouth hung open; he hadn’t realized he had verbalized his thoughts.

“Everything okay, bun?” you asked, using Jungkook’s pet name that you loved to use when teasing him.

He cleared his throat, his hand stroking gently at his clothed cock, trying to ease the ache.

“Yeah—please, continue.”

You realized he was addressing Namjoon when you felt his parted lips skim across your neck, soft and wet as his tongue joined. Latching on gently, you rolled your head back allowing him more access as you yourself were now the one affected, moaning breathily as his solid frame hovered over you, pressing you back into the couch. You tightened your grip on his hair, and he bit your neck a little harder in response.

Eyes fluttered closed, you felt a second set of hands on you, palms sliding along the pantyhose that still covered your legs.

“I know you’ve thought about this...” Jungkook’s lips moved along your tummy as he talked, small kisses along the waistband of your hosiery. “Can practically feel how badly you want this.”

His fingers dipped into your band and began to tug them down, freeing your thighs from their confines. You arched your back, unable to not react as he mouthed loudly at your clothed core, his tongue flicking against the cotton to trace the outline of your needy clit as he groaned with the inhale of your arousal.

Namjoon on the other hand was quieter, mouth busy sucking light bruises to your skin as his large hands palmed your ample breasts. As he kissed down your neck and collar bone, he pulled one mound from your bra, laving his tongue around your aroused nipple to pull sounds out of you.

So enthralled in the feel of Namjoon, you don’t notice that Jungkook has you stripped bare, not until he’s nudged your thighs apart and settled himself between, a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh almost unnoticed due to the amount of pleasure you’re feeling—that is until his lips latched onto your clit, a combined sucking motion with a flicking tongue, made your free hand dive into his mess of dark strands, directing his ministrations.

“Fuck, Jungkook, d-don’t stop.”

Namjoon moved to be behind you, replacing the couch as your backing as Jungkook circled his arms around your thighs and pulled you down closer to his feasting mouth. Namjoon began to kiss at your neck, hands resumed their massaging of your chest, nipples rolling between his fingers as you held Jungkook’s head so you could roll your hips, fucking yourself on his tongue.

Feeling it build, the delightful coiling in your abdomen snaps when Jungkook enters you with a thrust of his two fingers and strokes roughly along your walls, brushing the rough patch of bundled nerves. You cry out, head thrown back onto Namjoon’s shoulder as you buck, hips rolling as you ride out your high on Jungkook’s face.

“Definitely think that I was better than that girl, huh, angel?”

You nod, never one to lie about how good or bad someone is sexually.

“You let me have the control to fuck your face, it was amazing.” You tell him, your chest rapidly moving as you attempted to regulate your breathing.

“My turn.”

You feel more than see Namjoon switch places with Jungkook, maneuvering your body to a more comfortable position. Jungkook’s cock, hard and erect, is now pressed between your back and his abs when you leaned back onto him.

“Oh, he left you such a mess, baby.” Namjoon licks a stripe along your swollen clit, lapping at the juices. You’re still sensitive, but he pushed your thighs apart so his large hands could hold you in place as he slowly teased at your folds until you felt yourself leaning into it, wanting more instead of squirming away.

“Right there Joonie—shit, that feels—oh!”

Namjoon’s thumb rubbed wet circles on your swollen nub as his tongue explored every inch of you, teasing and tasting. Jungkook held you tight in his embrace, preventing you from running now that you could feel your second orgasm building.

To make your judgement fair, Jungkook’s lips and hands touched your body where he could reach, knowing that Namjoon’s ministrations had added to your heightened senses when it had been him gracing the spot between your thighs.

Namjoon’s nose pressed against your clit as he open-mouth kissed your heat, devouring as much as he could of your release before you replaced what he had cleaned up. You could feel the growing orgasm spreading through your veins, the thrum of your beating heart loud in your ears until Namjoon inserted his fingers. The squelching sound as your walls sucked his first two fingers into you caused both men to groan, the vibrations of the one feasting leading you to arch your back into Jungkook’s chest. Toes curling, your mouth is open as you try and catch your breath, but Namjoon did the same move as Jungkook and you squirmed as it consumed you, a crackling of electricity taking over your senses.

Sitting up, Namjoon grinned over your shoulder, knowing that the move his younger roommate taught him all those years ago never fails.

“I would say that makes it 1 for Jungkook, 1 for Namjoon, as we now hold the title ‘better than the girl who rocked your world’, right JK? Our good girl is finally enjoying being bad.”

Namjoon’s chin and lips were slicked with your cum, and you nodded, still a little fucked out as you came down.

“Damn, I wonder what prize we should get?”

Lifting an eyebrow, you sat up off Jungkook's chest, propelling yourself forward until you were on your hands and knees, eye level with Namjoon’s obvious hard-on. Licking your lips, his eyes followed the movement. He watched your every move as you leaned down, opened your mouth slowly, and lowered your tongue to the fabric covering his erection. You hear Jungkook inhale at the view you provide, sopping cunt on display.

“Mmph.. shit, baby.” Namjoon’s cock twitches as your mouth, hot and wet, teases his most sensitive area, and when he lifts his hips slightly, chasing as you pull away, you decide to show him exactly how much you enjoy being bad.

Your hands have pulled his boxer briefs down and the bulbous tip has entered your mouth before he was able to see the glint in your eye. Taking him into your mouth fully, he let out a sound you never thought you’d hear from him, a loud moan higher than his usual tone and accompanied with movement from his hips as he thrust up. Spit from your mouth dripped down his shaft as you pulled back.

You heard Jungkook mutter a curse as your hips swayed seductively in his face, and you removed your lips off of Namjoon with a wet pop sound, replacing your mouth with your hand as you stroked his length. Turning your head to peek over your shoulder, you follow Jungkook’s gaze, smirking.

“Hey Bun, you gonna stare at it all night, or are you going to fill me up?”

You giggled as he scrambled up onto his knees, his hands tugging at his underwear to free himself from the restraining fabric. You grasp Namjoon’s thighs before you lower yourself again, the thrust of Jungkook entering you from behind pushing you farther onto Namjoon’s cock. The moan vibrates along his shaft, and Namjoon’s toes curl as you swallow around him, tongue tracing the thick vein.

“Fuck, you’re so wet...” Jungkook’s voice, melodious as he vocalizes with each thrust, causes you to clench involuntarily as he splits you. The burn from the stretch feels good, so good, and you push back onto him, fucking yourself as his hands hold onto your curves.

“Her mouth… Jungkook, her mouth is—” you hollow your cheeks as you vacillate up and down, and Namjoon can no longer form words. His hands cup your face as he watches you worship him, oblivious to the words of praise Jungkook is saying.

“YN, fuck baby, your pussy is squeezing me so tight… You take my cock so well, better than I dreamed of.”

The spit that had gathered in your mouth dripped down and as you massaged Namjoon’s balls, the spit added to his pleasure. You felt them constrict in your hands, his cock twitching as your first warning.

“Baby, I—” you nod, knowing what he wants to say, and the action made him squeeze his whiskey colored eyes shut before he came, ropes of hot cum filling your mouth. Once he opened his eyes again, you made eye contact, pulling off of him and opening your mouth so Namjoon could see the translucent coating on your tongue before you swallowed it.

“Shit.”

His dilated pupils watched as you continued to use Jungkook to massage your g-spot, impaling yourself on him while you used a free hand to massage at your clit. Your third orgasm was a little harder to come by, not without a little help, so you told Jungkook what you needed.

“Choke me.”

You couldn’t see the way his doe eyes grew unimaginably wider as he maneuvered his right hand to grip your throat and apply just the right amount of pressure, allowing you to ascend towards climax. You fucked him harder, ass slapping against his thighs harshly. He released your throat, both hands firmly grasping your hips. A slap to your ass from Jungkook’s hand spurred your words.

“Cum in me Kookie, fill me like Joon did—”

“Ah, fuck, I’m cumm—”

When your walls fluttered, Jungkook groaned and immersed himself as deep into your dripping core as he could so he could fill you as you gushed your arousal around him, juices mingling as you collapsed onto the carpet, Jungkook’s softening dick slipping from inside you as he moved to lay next to you.

Panting, you rolled onto your back, head on Namjoon’s thigh as you waited for your breathing to settle. Jungkook was already smiling and looking none the worse for wear, physically. He moved to lay his head on your tummy, an arm thrown over your body while Namjoon’s hand smoothed the hair away from your face.

“I think that’s… 2 for me,” you say, “and 1 for each of you.”

Both men look at you in awe as you finish speaking, “...so what were you saying earlier about me being your ‘good girl’?”

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korianelise · 3 years

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Of Protective Big Brothers and Asshole Friends

People should be more like flowers.

Flowers were simple, easy to please beings that were just along for the ride. All they needed was Sun, Soil, and water, and they were happy.

Flowers were beautiful in their simplicity. They were independent, quiet, and everything Purpled wishes he could be.

Humans, though, were ugly in their greed. Always needing more for themselves, hoarding as many riches and resources they can. It was never the necessities they craved, it was how much junk they could buy to show off. In Purpled’s opinion, he’d rather be a lonely flower.

Or maybe a weed? While flowers stuck out for their beauty, weeds blended in for the opposite. Yeah, that’s right, he’d rather be a weed sitting atop an abandoned hill, overlooking the sea, flowing in the breeze, then what he was right now.

It’s not that he was the problem, the boy actually prided himself on staying out of the countless wars going on in the server, it was everyone else. It seemed like they had all been blinded by their own need for power.

The once beautiful SMP now represents something dark, ugly, and twisted.

But what could he do about it? He was one of the most irrelevant inhabitants on the server. It hadn’t always been that way, but as he said, humans were greedy.

So, what the hell was he supposed to do when Dream all but breaks his door down in a haste to get inside?

It was a surprise to see the man, so much so that he startled so bad he drops the sword he was holding, distantly aware of how the blade barely missed his socked foot.

Watching the older man clumsily make his way to his feet, out of breath and face split into one of the biggest grins Purpled had ever seen, he merely raises an eyebrow when he exclaims, “Oh man, I can’t believe that worked! ”

Huffing a bit, still unsure of how he felt about the intruder in his home, Purple catches eye of all the potions and weapons strapped to the Admin’s body. “Care to explain?”

God, what was he supposed to do? He hasn’t seen Dream in so long, the elder being busy trying to take Wilbur and Tommy down. Why? He couldn’t tell you, but word on the street says the blonde wasn’t happy with the revolution against his rule.

It was, what, 5? 6? Citizens in total? Purpled didn’t understand the big deal, but honestly? That’s probably for the best, something tells him trying to wrap his head around the conflict will give him one hell of a migraine.

“Annual manhunt,” Swiping a hand through his now damp hair, Dream starts to look a bit sheepish, “I-I didn’t think you’d be home?”

Scrunching his brow even further, Purpled is a bit puzzled by the statement. If he wasn’t home, Dream wouldn’t have been able to get it. It’s a blatant lie, but Purpled is too exasperated to call the blonde out on it. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“It sure as hell would have made me feel better.” Flopping down on the bed next to him, Dream sighs in content at finally being able to sit down.

Purpled, on the other hand, squawks in protest at this, the man is soaking wet, and he was kinda planning on sleeping in his bed tonight, so he’d rather it not get soaked.

Stifling a sigh, the boy trudges his way over to his bed. All but throwing his body onto it, Purpled starts poking the older blonde on the cheek repeatedly, “Get up you big oaf.”

Slapping the smaller boy’s hand away, Dream turns his head to the boy, unclipping his porcelain mask from his face. “What did you just call me?”

Chuckling nervously, Purpled inches his way off the bed bit by bit, “Nothing.”

“No, no” Pouncing before Purpled could even comprehend what was going on, Dream has the boy tackled to the bed, hands waving playfully over him, “You called me an oaf, I think that warrants an apology.”

A cocky grin suddenly fills the smaller boy’s face as he looks up, mischief shining in his violet eyes, “Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m sooo sorry that you’re just so lazy, and boring and-”

“That’s it!” The young boy is cut off by a giggle forcing its way out of his throat as Dream’s hands suddenly scribble at his side.

“W-Wait! Dream-” Hands flying down to fight off the ones scratching at his ribs, Purpled can’t stop the relentless laughter that comes out of him. It takes the boy a few minutes, but eventually, he is able to wriggle himself out from under Dream, propping himself on his elbows to catch his breath. “God, you asshole.”

Laughing to himself, Dream lightly smacks the boy on the shoulder, “Don’t say that.” Waiting for the teen to compose himself a bit more, Dream watches in mild curiosity as the boy reaches into the chest next to his bed, pulling out a golden apple.

Throwing it at the older man’s head, Purpled scoffed as he almost dropped it, “Thought you might be hungry.”

Taking a bite of the sweet treat, Dream doesn’t even attempt to keep good manners as he mutters a quick, “Thanks,” with a mouth full of food.

Scrunching his brow in disgust, Purpled looks at the blonde critically, “You’re so gross, god,” Laughing at the shove that follows the remark.

The two sit in content silence for a bit after that, both waiting for Dream to finish his food before striking up conversation again.

Purpled had begun to fiddle with the sleeves of his jacket waiting for the older man to finish, a nervous habit he picked up once the wars started.

You can only be shoved to the side so many times before you start to get anxious every time you talk to someone.

Dream must have picked up on the dip in his mood though, carelessly tossing the apple core behind him and shifting so he’s sitting more in front of Purpled than off to the side of him. “So, what have you been up to, kid? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

It took all of Purpled’s self-control not to snap at the man. “Maybe because you haven’t. I’ve been...busy. Super duper, have no time to hang out with anyone, busy.”

The wince he receives from the statement is satisfactory enough.

Because it has been forever since he’s seen Dream--well, scratch that. He sees Dream all the time, but the man is always busy fighting off that little rebellion. What did they call themselves again? L’Manburg, right?

But, before Dream could even utter a word of apology, a shrill yell cuts him off.

“It’s the only place we haven’t looked, man! He has to be up there!”

Exchanging a glance with Dream, both boys make their way over to the stained glass lining his UFO’s walls. Upon looking down, Purpled can make out both Bad and Sapnap making their way up his water elevator, and George keeping watch on the ground.

“ Shit!” Flying away from the window and into the middle of the circle room, Dream quickly clips his mask back on as he tugs anxiously on his blonde hair, “They’re here.”

Returning his gaze to the window, Purpled’s eyes widen upon seeing the two hunters about halfway up. “You gotta go, man. Like right now.”

Dropping his head, like he’s about to regret the decision he’s about to make, Dream turns to Purpled one last time, stature rigid and jittery, before saying, “I’m sorry kid, I’ll pay for the damages. Go hide.”

And with that he crashes through the window, glass shattering everywhere as Dream pulls out a water bucket to stop the would-have-been fatal landing.

The second Dream hits the ground, Sapnap, and Bad break the hatch to his UFO open, wasting no time in composing themselves and scouring the room.

It wasn’t until Sapnap’s gaze snapped onto him that Purpled felt the terror he was feeling truly sink in.

Now, he wasn’t an easy kid to spook, he played bed wars for fun for god’s sake! But, this wasn’t the arena where everything was just fun and games, no, this was Dream's server where you only get three respawns, three , before you’re dead. Permanently.

So can he really be blamed if he countered every step Sapnap took towards him with his own step back?

The tactic seemed to be working fine for him until his back finally hit the wall he knew he inevitably would.

It seemed like that had been the cue Sapnap was waiting for. Surging forward, the brunet swings out his sword and presses it gently against his neck faster than Purpled’s brain could keep up with.

Sucking in a harsh breath, Purpled can’t help the tremors that wrack his body as Sapnap snarls in his face, “Where is he?”

This wasn’t the Sapnap he knew, wasn’t the man he usually hung out with. No, this was a tired, agitated, and not thinking straight Sapnap. A Sapnap that was known to make reckless and poor decisions, a very “act now, think later” typa guy.

God, why can’t his brain just shut up for once?

“Sap, wait, he’s not in here.” Sagging in relief as the blade was pulled away from him, Purpled looks over to see who just saved his neck. Standing over the broken glass of the window Dream jumped out of was Bad, looking down at the duel between the blonde and George that was currently happening, “The muffin jumped.”

In a moment of bravery Purpled sure as hell didn’t really possess, the boy scrambled over to where Bad was standing. Looking down, he can’t help the proud smile that creeps its way onto his face. Dream is kicking George’s ass.

Maybe if he had been paying better attention he would have heard the muttered, “Green bastard,” from Sapnap, or the “Language” exclaimed by Bad, or the look the two men changed before two large hands clamped down on his shoulders.

His whole body tensed under the touch, an involuntary shiver running down his spine. This wasn’t a brotherly clap on the shoulders from Dream, or a playful swat from Tommy, this was a “You’re not getting away” grip.

“I’m sorry, kid” And before Purpled even knew what was happening, the arms on his shoulders were forcing his body out of the window, the alarmed cries of Bad falling on two pairs of deaf ears, “But we really need a distraction.”

Purpled, in his panicked state, had just enough time to remember that he didn't have any water buckets in his inventory before he was pushed off the ledge, a blood-curdling scream ripping through his throat as he plummeted towards the unforgiving ground.

He almost missed the way Dream's head snapped up at the shout before the world went black.

He was entirely out of options.

Manhunts usually don’t go this poorly for him, not to brag or anything, but Dream usually kicked ass during them. This year? Not so much.

He couldn’t even tell you why he was doing so bad, he had plenty of armor, food, and weapons. Yet here he was, almost completely out of breath, running like a madman to his little brother’s humble little home.

Okay, maybe a giant UFO in the sky wasn’t exactly too humble of a home, but you get what he means.

Reaching the door of the water elevator, Dream hesitates. His friends aren’t that far behind him, and he knows how desperate they’re getting to disarm him, to win their first manhunt. All in all, a version of his friends he doesn’t really want around his little brother.

But, he was out of breath, his legs were aching, and he hasn’t seen Purpled in so long .

With that thought in mind, the blonde wrenches open the door, taking a deep breath before stepping into the water and letting it pull him up to the trap door leading into the younger’s house.

Swinging the small hatch open, Dream throws himself out of the water, not even caring to try and do so gracefully. “Oh, man,” He breathes, a wheezy laugh bubbling out of him, “I can’t believe that worked! ”

Because he really hadn’t, today has been a mess and he didn’t expect anything to go his way. He truly thought his friends would have caught up to him before he was able to make his escape.

Somewhere in the room, Dream hears a surprised yelp cut its way through his laughter. Looking up, the blonde is just quick enough to catch the blade of a diamond sword barely missing Purpled’s socked foot, though it seemed as though the boy was too shocked to notice the close call.

Jesus, he didn’t come up here just to suffer a heart attack.

But, before he could berate the boy for being so careless, Purpled’s voice cuts him off. “Care to explain?” The remark comes off playful and sassy, but Dream could hear the slight concern and confusion behind it.

Climbing to his feet, Dream takes a moment to collect himself. “Annual manhunt, “ he sighs, swiping a calloused hand through his sandy hair, “I-I didn’t think you’d be home?”

He hates how it comes off more like a question. It’s clear to see in the younger blonde’s expression that he doesn’t believe him a single bit. But, it seems like the kid was willing to humor him if his next statement was anything to go by.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“It sure as hell would have made me feel better.” Which wasn’t a lie, Dream doesn’t think he’d be able to live with himself if Purpled got hurt because of him.

Deciding that he was done standing, Dream flops onto the purple bed next to him, relishing in the relief it brings his aching bones, and smiling at the squawk of protest it gets out of Purpled.

Closing his eyes, Dream hadn’t noticed the boy had begun to make his way over to the bed as well until he felt a hand sneak under his mask to poke his face. Again, and again, and again.

“Get up you big oaf.”

Finally having enough of the childish antics, Dream unclips his porcelain mask and turns to face the younger beside him, mock anger taking over his face. “What did you just call me?”

It takes everything in him to not burst out laughing at the panic blossoming on the blonde’s face. “Nothing.”

“No, no” Tackling Purpled to the bed, Dream wiggles his fingers above the boy’s rids threateningly, an evil grin splitting onto his face, “You called me an oaf, I think that warrants an apology.”

He can’t help but raise an eyebrow at the cocky smile that takes over the younger’s face. “Okay, okay, you’re right. I’m sooo sorry that you’re just so lazy, and boring, and-”

“That’s it!” Digging his hands into the teen’s ribs, Dream can’t help but laugh a bit along with him. It’s been so long since he’s heard his little brother laugh, he hadn’t even realized how much he missed the sound until now.

With a gasp, he feels smaller hands fly down to his own and try to fight them off, “W-Wait! Dream-” but Purpled couldn’t seem to complete a sentence through his relentless stream of giggles.

Finally taking pity on the boy, Dream lets up on his attack, moving away from the smaller body to let the blonde compose himself.

“God, you asshole.”

Chuckling a bit at the snark, Dream lands a light slap onto the boy’s shoulder. “Don’t say that.” Sure, it was a bit hypocritical, he had quite the potty mouth himself, but it made him feel like more of a big brother to say things like that.

Watching with mild curiosity as Purpled leans over the side of his bed, reaching into the chest there, Dream is most definitely not prepared for the golden apple that comes flying at his head, scrambling back to try and catch it clumsily.

“Thought you might be hungry.”

Taking a bite into the small treat, Dream can’t help but sigh in content at the taste. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he was until now, “Thanks” he mumbled, having no regard for the fact that his mouth was full of half-chewed up food.

With a fake gag and a look of utter disgust, he hears Purpled say, “You’re so gross, god.”

Scowling at the statement, Dream leans over enough to shove the boy away from him, slumping in his own mock self-pity.

Taking another bite of the apple Dream contemplates a thought over each bite. How could he have gone this long without checking in on his little brother? Sure, he was older than both Tommy and Tubbo but he was still his baby brother .

He was supposed to be there for him, hang out with him, and make him feel loved. But, he can’t help but feel as though he’s failed Purpled.

How do you just forget about the most important person in the world to you?

Moving his gaze back to the blonde boy in front of him, Dream notices the way his face has fallen, and how he’d started to fiddle with the sleeves of his cotton sweater.

Huh, last he checked the boy didn’t have any nervous quirks to him.

Tossing the apple core behind him, not even caring to try and aim it at the trash can, Dream’s face softens as he focuses on trying to fix the mistakes he’s made. “So, what have you been up to, kid? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Maybe because you haven’t. I’ve been...busy. Super duper, have no time to hang out with anyone, busy.”

Okay, that one stung.

Because he knows it's a lie. Dream doesn’t even want to count how many times he’s seen Purpled warily watching him from afar. Watching him fight in a stupid war that didn’t seem so worth it anymore. Not if it hurt his relationship with Purpled this deeply.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and tell the boy in front of him how sorry he was, and how much he truly meant to him, a shrill yell from outside cuts him off.

“It’s the only place we haven’t looked, man! He has to be up there!”

He had really hoped he would have more time before they found him.

Glancing at Purpled, both boys warily make their way across the room to look outside. Upon reaching the window, Dream’s heart almost beats out of his chest. They were coming up here.

“Shit!” Launching himself into the center of the room, panic starts to creep into Dream’s chest.

They were going to come up here, into his little brother’s home, and trash it in search of him. His poor, innocent, little brother’s house that he spent weeks building from the ground up.

God, he was so stupid.

“You gotta go, man. Like right now.”

Snapped out of his trance, Dream hadn’t even realized Purpled had taken another peek out the window.

Stifling a long, exasperated sigh, Dream hangs his head low. He needed to get out now . Not being here would put Purpled in less danger, and give him a better chance at getting to the End. He could easily fight off George.

But he really didn’t want to leave Purpeld alone.

Clipping the white mask to his face, not wanting the other blonde to see the regret for his future actions painting it, Dream lets the emotionless smile settle on the violet eyes boring into him.

“I’m sorry, kid, I’ll pay for the damages. Go hide.”

Not giving himself another second to think about what the hell he was doing, Dream sprints as fast as he could towards the glass in front of him, making an effort to ignore the surprised gasp Purpled had let out.

Drawing a water bucket from his inventory, Dream uses it to turn the would-have-been-fatal fall into the exact opposite. Upon landing, he whips around to see George charging him, sword out and ready to come down on him.

Pushing away the panic about the boy he left behind down, Dream smiles under his mask. George was just too easy.

Ducking under the swing, Dream kicks his leg out, sending the older man flying back with a grunt of pain.

Not giving his opponent the chance to retaliate the blow, Dream is on him in a second.

He wants to end this as soon as possible. He left his baby brother alone with Bad and Sapnap--someone who was known to make brash and dumb decisions. But, his pride wouldn’t let him just stand down. The sooner he could win, the sooner he could-

White-hot pain exploding on his face him cut off the blonde’s thoughts.

Stumbling back, Dream registers that George had clocked him in the jaw, a cheap shot taken in a moment of vulnerability.

Shoving down his agitation, Dream pulls his focus back to the fight. Getting his ass beat isn’t going to help anybody.

Taking out his own sword, Dream starts taking slash after slash at George, forcing the britt onto the defensive as he takes step after step back to avoid getting cut.

None were fatal blows, but ones that would sure as hell hurt.

Raising his sword backward, so the hilt of the blade was above George’s temple, Dream can’t help the smirk that plasters itself onto his face as he’s about to drop his arm and knock the older out, but a sudden noise makes his whole body freeze.

That….sounded familiar.

The scream was too high-pitched and youthful to be from either Sapnap or Bad, which only left one other person as to who it could be- no.

Dropping his sword, Dream's mind goes blank as he starts running as fast as his body will allow him to Purpled's rapidly falling form. The boy had gone silent, no long flailing in the air, or screaming, or sobbing, or giving him any indication that he was still awake.

And if he had passed out, there was no way for him to land safely.

That thought seemed to do what Dream thought was impossible, and made his body move even faster. The boy's body was too close to the ground now for him to catch him gently.

In a last-ditch effort to reach his baby brother's body, Dream takes a leap of faith and all but football tackles the small, limp, fragile body not 5-feet in front of him.

Tumbling to the ground, the force of the impact forcing Dream to roll head over heels multiple times, he looks down once he stops and is more than relieved to see a small body cradled to his chest, not ashes from what would have been his first death.

Ignoring the throbbing in his own body, or the 3 forms making their way over to him, Dream looks over Purpled, noticing that he was right, the boy had passed out. There were tear tracks on his face, red, and blotchy, and just wrong looking on him, and he had a sluggishly bleeding cut on the crown of his head.

Overall okay--but far from it at the same time.

This was the boy's first close encounter with death, and if Dream had any say in it, will be the closest Purpled ever gets to dying again.

Pulling the vulnerable form closer to his chest, Dream buries his head in the soft curls of the boy's hair. Nothing else mattered right now, just his little brother secured to his chest and the fact that he almost died .

"-Ream, is he alright? You're gonna have to move buddy, I need to look him over."

Snapping his head up at the voice, Dream is met with the face of an all-too calm Bad. But, upon closer inspection of the man's face, he could tell he was pale, seemingly shaken up from the past events as well.

To his right was George, the Britt's hand slapped over his mouth, eyes bulging out of his head as he stared at the two huddled on the floor, as if he couldn't believe what just happened.

And that means to his left was Sapnap.

Eyes narrowing in the deadliest glare he could muster, the only thing keeping Dream from attacking the man right now was the little body cradled in his arms. " I’ll kill you ."

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Long Distance Blues

Commission for someone who does not want to be tagged.

Summary: Reader/Mirage with Mirage out in the games and becoming champion and getting a nude as a ‘congrats’ and ending with video chat sex. Cause that’s long distance babey. First part to my other fic ‘Sleepyhead’.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Reader/Mirage

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, PWP, Reader is gender neutral but has a vulva, mutual masturbation, sexting, video sex, long distance relationship, aaaaand toy usage!

Words: 2.3k

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The Apex Games made it hard for someone like you, who was in a relationship with one of the infamous legends, to be able to really have alone time anytime soon with them. Elliott ‘Mirage’ Witt was the apple of your eye, and many others who were fans. He was beautiful in the arena and in interviews, cocky and full of smiles and dimples and all over was a nice person to watch and interact with. He had his insecurities, he had his faults, and yet still smiled every day.

Yet, on days like this, you miss him more and more.

The season had started about a month or so ago, and he wouldn’t be coming back to you for another day or two, depending on how long they keep them for a meeting to schedule the next season and new rules. You severely missed waking up to him in the morning to find him cooking breakfast, or seeing him pull the blanket higher when you gently tried to shake him awake.

You missed the little things already like pushing his curls back from his face and kissing his forehead, or him blushing and laughing at you when you called him cute.

~Rest under the cut~

You sigh on the couch, fresh out of your shower and rolled onto your side. Your TV shows the live streams of the Apex games while you tune out the announcers. That is, until they’re beginning to announce the legends coming into the battle.

Mirage’s team consists of Bangalore and Wraith, and you already know he’s going to be acting a fool with the two love birds.

He’s as big of a show off for the cameras as ever on the drop ship, winking before snapping his goggles into place and posing dramatically as Wraith shoves him playfully and Anita rolls her eyes big and hard dramatically. They all make a killer squad, that much you know. All of them together were deadly, but with all their skills combined?

You smile at the screen when the camera pans back to him and he blows a kiss at the camera before making a heart with his fingers and jumping off the ship with Bangalore and Wraith in tow. You sigh a bit like a newly in love teen, snuggling deeper into your pillows and hugging the hoodie around you. It was one of his, warm and soft with the Apex logo on the back.

The games aren’t really your thing. You just don’t get excited about the blood and warfare they commit against each other. You’re much more into it for the banter when the cameras can pick up the audio or tap into the comms that they all have. Of course, you watch it to support your partner as well, but honestly it’s quite funny to hear them all during the beginning portions of the matches. Or towards the middle where they’re all trying to find each other.

Down to ten squads and it changes camera focus a few times to how the teams are so split off in different areas. With the ring approaching, it makes for a smaller field, smushing them closer together. The camera pans to your partner’s squad, the squad kill count being ‘five’ on the screen as voices are picked up. “Yeah but can you really blame me?” Comes your partner’s voice, zooming in closer to him leaning back against a wall as Bangalore leans around the corner to check for any movement.

“When it comes to jokes,” Comes Wraith’s voice on the other end, the camera watching her lying prone on the rooftop and eye focused on her scope. “You really are terrible with them. Get better material.” Her lips quirking up as she finishes her playful statement.

The camera flicks back to Elliott, who holds a hand dramatically over his heart and points up at the ceiling with his gun approximately where she’s at. “Hey! Take that back! I’m funny- Bangalore?”

Only for him to get a look from the woman and a one shouldered shrug. “On a stage full of clowns you’d look right at home.”

“Yeah!” Elliott chimes in as they begin to move, only to pause, a funny look on his face as he processes her insult. “Hey!!!”

You smile big at the screen as it flips to the next set of legends. Leave it to your Elliott to be the crowd favorite in tense times like this.

They end up winning as champions. Anita takes the kill count to the highest of six people in grand total, Elliott comes close with five, but Wraith takes last with three kills under her belt but more hits and accuracy. All three of them look proud, with Elliott’s arms around his favorite ladies and beaming brightly before the broadcast is cut out and the next channel pulls up. You immediately turn off the TV, grabbing your phone to text him.

You debate on just letting him know he did a good job and what you found were highlights, but your texts from this morning catch your eye. Elliott mentioning how horny he was and how he missed you. You bite your bottom lip as you consider your options.

Tell him he did a good job and you’re going to bed, ooooor reward him with a job well done?

A sly smile catches your lips as you immediately begin to pose, lying out on the couch and catching the bottom of the hoodie between your teeth as you bring it up. Showing off your chest as you grab one of your breasts and pose the camera so it can view your body from lips down to about your knees. Showing off soft curves and the softness around your middle, your little short pajama shorts hiding everything else.

You send it with the caption ‘Good job out there, baby! Want a sneak peek before you come home? <3’

He must still be out at the ceremony because when he does check his phone, the message pops up as ‘read!’ but then nothing else. You laugh as you try to picture his face, startled and open as he scrambles to shut the message.

You take the time to take a few more with varying poses and angles, always making sure to make it blatantly obvious you were in his hoodie. Ending up migrating to the bedroom so you could get comfier on your shared bed- and take pictures using the mirrors spanning the closet doors.

You take one you’re really proud of. Stripping out of your shorts and underwear, dragging the hoodie’s bottom down to between your thighs as you sit on your knees and splay out your bare legs. You bite your bottom lip, peeking up and at the mirror as you take the picture.

As you hit send is when the rest start reading as read. He replies back to you, saying that he just made it to his room, lots of him going ‘holy shit’ and then soon enough, you got a picture back.

It’s of him, lying on his bed with a hand pulling his sweatpants down to show the dark curls between his thighs and a tent in his pants. He captions it ‘Look how hard you’ve gotten me’ with a crying emoji and you can’t help laughing a bit but eyeing him up.

He looked so good with the warm light of the lamp illuminating his warm flesh. His shirt is pulled up just enough to show off his mid-riff and you can see the bit of a wet spot on the front of his pants juuuuust enough. He was always so sensitive, seemed to be even now without your touch he was already so willing and wanting.

After a few more heated exchanges is when you finally turn on your computer and pull up the video chat. Calling him and watching him immediately pick up on his own laptop. Elliott’s curls are a mess, his sweatpants are tugged down to mid-thigh and his hand is around his cock as he strokes languidly. Watching your eyes follow his hand as he laughs softly, “Hey there yourself.”

You, who was lying on your side, lower half off camera but one arm disappeared below the screen to show you were obviously touching yourself. You hum instead at him, smiling idly and bringing your hand up to make a show of licking your fingers off just to hear him hiss.

“Fuck- babe. Look at you. Come on, spread your legs, let me see.” He all but whines at you and you almost raise a brow. Taking control? That wasn’t normally his way of things. But, Elliott was also riding the high of being champion. You’ll indulge him.

For now.

You push back the laptop to show off your whole body, watching as his eyes greedily drink you in and his hand squeezes a bit harder at the base of his cock. Elliott was putting on quite a show as you slide up onto your knees. Letting your body chest down be seen as you spread your thighs open slowly, letting him get a good look at how wet you were. Glistening and flushed as you use two fingers to spread open your cunt to show him even more of you.

“Shit,” He hisses out, eyes hungrier than ever as you watch his tongue flick out over his lips. You just know he wants to taste you, you know damn well what that mouth can do. Your clit jerks at the motion and he all but whines at you. “I can’t wait to be home.”

You make a show of sliding two of your fingers down, catching your clit in the crook of them and rubbing until you’re perked and ready. Soon lowering and curling two fingers in yourself, your other hand grabbing at your breast and toying with your nipple just to watch his eyes flutter. But, before he can come up with another cocky thing, tell you what to do, you coo at him, “What a good boy. Do you like watching me?”

Just those few words ‘good boy’, that makes his entire facial features change. Elliott goes from hungry predator to flustered immediately, cheeks and ears red as his head falls back briefly to stroke himself a little faster. With the upper hand now on your side, you coo again to him.

“Don’t you want to watch me, baby boy?” You murmur softly, worried it doesn’t catch on the mic at first until his head near immediately zips back up to watch you. His hand is stuttering on his cock, as if he doesn’t want to cum too early as he squeezes at the base. His cock is shiny from lube, you assume, or saliva. Flushed and hard and bobbing back against his abdomen when he lets go to adjust his laptop a bit.

“Fuck yourself? Please?” Elliott all but sobs for you as you tease your own cunt with your fingers. You eye the toy you’d set on the bed beside you anyway, a rabbit vibrator you dearly loved. You think about putting on a strap on too, stroking it like he is his cock and telling him how you’d fuck him raw if he was here.

You’ll let him have this much.

When you go off screen briefly, you can hear him whine your name. But, you’re back quick enough, crawling back onto your knees and leaning back to give him a better angle. You use your own slick to lube up the head of the pink vibrator, carefully easing it into you with a bit of a huff from yourself at the tight fit. But, once snugly inside, you crank it up halfway and press the rabbit’s ears just right to frame your clit.

From there, it’s watching each other. With his hand moving in sync to how you thrust the toy inside of you. It didn’t matter if you sped up or slowed down, he was right in beat with you. No matter how hard he shook when you slowed down just to grind on your toy and moan lowly for him.

Eventually you can’t watch him, having to lie down on your back as you thrust the toy into you. Covering your mouth and tossing your head back to muffle noises. You hear him beside you, moaning and whining for you like the good boy he is. You hear him murmur about how beautiful you are, how he couldn’t wait to taste you again.

You cry out as you cum, shaking and the hand covering your mouth now grabbing at your own hair. You must look a mess, despite thrusting the toy still readily into your throbbing, twitching cunt. You can hear his breath quickening, hear him whine, “I want to fuck you s-so bad- badly- want to cum all over your fu- fucki- fucking face-”

He’s a stuttering, shaky mess when you peek over. Just to see his head thrown back and biting into his fist as his cock beautifully jerks and twitches in his grasp. Streaking white ribbons across his abdomen and the bottom of his shirt that reaches up too high. Elliott’s flushed, red in the cheeks and his hand stopping its stroking, loosening his fist as his eyes, glassy and wet turn to look at you.

You smile at him, lying on your side with your cheeks equally flushed. “Just a few more days, baby.” You promise him.

Tiredly, he nods back, laughing softly before groaning. “Ugh, I need a shower- you headed to bed?”

Sleepily, you offer a ‘mmhm’ as your eyes get heavy. Just in time to hear him say that he loves you as the world goes dark.

You’ll deal with your cum soaked toy in the morning.

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Eighty Three.

I should maybe get out of bed, I swear I have been so spoilt staying with Mel, she does so much for Rylee. Every morning she is there, and she even says it to me, you relax in bed, and I can take the morning feeds and stuff with her, that is the kindest thing from Mel. She knows I am stressed the hell out; I hide it so well away from everything, but I am stressed, I always hate to be unsure of the future, I hate that it’s uncertain and that I am unsure of us, but I have begun to stop caring and start living. I think the more people are figuring it out, the less I am starting to care. And that is very much down to Chris, he did what he wanted, and he went on that tour with Drake, he’s done the video with him, and he is so cocky. His groupie ass was all on Instagram posting, he has posted more than he has ever before. I mean he expects me to care, I don’t though. Chris and I shared out our time with Rylee for Christmas, I decided to let him have her for Christmas and then I had her for the New Year because I wanted her for my anniversary, I needed that. Not like he cared, he bought her back the next day. Mel sees him, I don’t. I stay away, I am at the studio most of the time now anyways. I entered the new year unsure of my marriage, I didn’t predict this at all, but now that Chris is pictured constantly out, looks like people are starting to know about us. He doesn’t text me about anything besides when he says I will be getting Rylee on this day, that is it. He is being stubborn and honestly the ball is in his court. I did lowkey thought he may have done something for our first anniversary like I don’t know, send flowers to me. It makes me think, was I that bad with him. Or is it because he finally got some fame and he wants to go out there and try that, I think it’s the second option but I am just going to have to do me, do what is best for my daughter because I can’t continue in taking his shit, his nasty mouth too and for him to feel I trapped him, that does hurt me a lot to know he feels that but my year has started way different then what I assumed it to be, I was looking for a good family Christmas and New Year, it was far from that but I rather have stayed here then go Barbados and cried.

Yusuf is here, I wanted to change my hair “morning, oh wow. Rylee went to you!?” I spat, I am so shocked seeing that Rylee went to Yusuf like that, she isn’t the type to go to everyone “bitch what is wrong with me!? Why wouldn’t she” I shrugged “I don’t know, I barely like you nigga!” waving him off, my daughter is content so I can go and make something “has Rorrey arrived?” I asked looking around “Rorrey?” Mel questioned “mhmm yeah” Mel is looking at me gone off “you all looking around like you lowkey scared” looking back at Mel “not scared just explaining you know, he text me. He said why is nobody answering at your home, I said I am at Mel’ so he is coming here. But he doesn’t know, he did say I am hearing things so yeah. I just don’t want to explain to him, you know? They got on so well so I am trying to make it not as bad but to him he will not like it, so he is coming” Mel cringed “maybe lay it to him lightly about it I guess” nodding my head “Yusuf please don’t ask” I know he is going too “oh and I messaged Chris, I mean you have been going to the door and stuff. Personally I haven’t seen him so I text him saying Rylee is going to the doctors today, do you want to come with me because she is having like four or five injections, she will need some snuggles and soothing, I think it’s good if we go together, for her. He messaged me back, I am in Canada. And I then messaged him back saying there is planes, this was last night. Then I just told him to fuck off, pretty much so yeah. That happened, I just felt like Chris should be there, but he is having a tantrum. He said to me, when he called me. Last time I will pick up his calls, he said that I am being a bitch towards him and that I have always disrespected him, never made him feel like a man, I am like the fuck? This isn’t my fault you didn’t make the money; he didn’t want to be in the house I paid for, then leave. He is the one that is away from his daughter, not me. So you can come with me for her injections please Mel” Mel nodded her head “one of you need to cave in” I laughed “not going to be me!” I spat as I walked off.

Rylee is exhausted to say the least, she really cried her heart out about the needles, and I don’t blame her. They tried to hurry the process as much as they could, but it was going to hurt her, she just fell asleep in the SUV and still is as we got back to the apartment “this is why I hate apartments” I said to Mel, paparazzi be on my ass outside these places “sorry” she apologised “don’t be” opening the SUV door “shall I carry her?” Mel asked, shaking my head walking around the car “move out of the way” this SUV driver be having the base of Rylee seat in his car, I told him pretty much you are the only person to pick me up. The company swaps around the drivers but I said that he has to remain, no way am I going to be taking the base of the car seat in and out. These things are heavy as shit too, stepping onto the step and reaching to the sides to unclick the car seat “I got the bags” Mel said, placing the blanket over the seat. Lifting the car seat as I stepped down “you want me to carry her?” my driver asked, “no thank you, I have her now” the paparazzi did move to the side when I walked back around with Rylee “you are looking beautiful Rihanna, is the family ok?” that question is sly, they want to know what is happening with Chris and I of course. I mean a lot of people want to know but it’s just a break, that is what I will put it down too and will continue to just say that. Fuck what anyone else says and thinks, and if he does decide that I rather fuck other bitches then he is gone from my life forever.

I took in a deep breath; my brother is here. Yusuf let him in, I said we wasn’t going to be long “sister, how is the niece?” he has come here with that Barbadian tan, I miss my home so much “eh! You say my name first” he laughed hugging me “I missed you so so much at Christmas and New Year, I missed my niece too. I just missed you a lot, we all did. The gifts to us were beautiful” I smiled at him “she is in the car seat but asleep, please don’t wake her. She has been so stressed out, Melissa please can you just put her in the crib, I need to get Yusuf to do my hair for me. He has been waiting for a while now” I know he doesn’t mind but it’s unfair “I am used to you now, being a mother is first” I laughed, I laughed because Yusuf doesn’t know my plan was for him to babysit “Rorrey, can you babysit for me?” he is here now “I mean Yusuf was going to be my victim but now you’re here, uncle Rorrey” Yusuf yelped out “you sly bitch! I didn’t even know I was a victim of this” he cackled “well now you know” I am such a bitch, I do not want someone I don’t know taking care of her, I will see how she is when she wakes up before I decide “hey, Robyn. I know you dodging me, but we need to talk” I sighed out “I am setting up anyways” Yusuf said.

Rorrey is obviously not going to let me not say anything, he knows me so well too “I mean you have moved in here; I can tell because of all your stuff being around” playing with my hands putting my head down “I see rumours and stuff and I don’t like it, Rajad asking me and I say if Robyn was in trouble she would say so what is happening?” looking up at him “we are just having a little break away from each other, it is something we both need. It just stemmed from Chris feeling like I don’t treat him right and he feels I am holding him back, Chris just is very hot headed and stubborn which I know and feel I can handle, you know? But I couldn’t, he got angry that I mentioned to him about Drake wanting me more then a friend, he said that I am sabotaging his friendship, so the argument grew. Then Rakim, I am in contact with him still, jut friends. But Drake and him made a joke, you saw right?” Rorrey nodded his head “and Rakim said, I still speak to your wife. He then felt stupid, but I couldn’t take it anymore, the way he spoke to me. Couples have arguments but it wasn’t just that time, it’s like he doesn’t learn so I came here, and I said to him do what you like. If he cheats then we over but as you can see he is having fun” Rorrey nodded his head “I thought he was a good guy, I sensed he was a little temperamental, a little stupid at times. I did think why is he friends with Drake that close” he said, “that is my fault, I didn’t say it because it wasn’t anything serious but it seems like Drake is now in my marriage, but I want you to stay out of it, this is my issue and I can handle it, ok?” Rorrey nodded his head “if he lays a finger on you I will beat him” I chuckled “I know, he just all mouth, but we shall see” I sighed out “you really hurting” waving Rorrey off “don’t” I am going now, I need my hair done.

I have been very much hiding, like I haven’t been posting much or going out, like I am hiding for what. I mean besides the studio, so I decided that I am going out. I have tickets to the Clippers game, so I thought why not, I haven’t seen a basketball game in a while “you think Rylee is going to like your wig?” I snorted laughing, she might dislike me actually looking like this “well we shall see, I am feeling it though” turning to Yusuf “it suits you, it really does” pouting my lips out “oh wow, ok. I see you” I giggled at Mel; I got a pixie pink wig on. Like hell would I do it to my own hair, but I just wanted to do the most I guess, I am feeling a little crazy “I like it” Mel wouldn’t lie to me “let me go and see Rylee, she is awake” I can hear her crying, she may just cry with me but I hope not. I really want to go to this game, making my way to my bedroom. I have literally moved into this home “sis, I was thinking. It’s a little busy here, can I just stay at your home? He ain’t even there anyways” Rorrey said but he does have a point “of course you can but as long as you don’t argue and fight with him, I don’t want that, it’s my issue” he put his hands up “I won’t” do I trust him “nice hair though” I smiled as I walked off, I need to get my daughter. Walking over to the crib slowly “mamcita! Baby, calm down” looking down into the crib, I mean either she’s going to hate it or love it. Reaching into the crib and picking her out “ssshhh, it’s ok” he cries quietened down and that is when she kind of opened her eyes to take notice, she is really a mini me and I love that for her “hey” I smiled, her hazel eyes just staring at me “you know your momma don’t you, awwww. I love you, you like my hair baby? It will be off soon, but yeah. I need a change” making my way out of the bedroom, I am going to see what she is like with Rorrey but she seems content.

Rorrey looks so happy to Rylee “let me have her then” he opened his arms “what you been doing when you go to the studio then? I know you been there?” Rorrey asked “erm, I have had Rylee with me at the studio some days, ear defenders on but late night Mel is home and when I come home like five then Rylee wakes up I been staying up with her and Mel caught on, she has now taken over with that but I been working and being a mother, as I do. I also have a personal photographer now, Dennis. He is with me for like most of the time just taking pictures. I want to document my journey with it all so yeah, it’s work” Rorrey took my daughter from me “you are working hard, I will be here for her. Don’t be having to push yourself” smiling lightly “I know, I need too. I have the business venture I need to do so yeah. I am busy” walking off “you got my box of jewellery” I said to Mel “I do baby” making my way to the kitchen counter “keeping the ring on” Mel asked, she wasn’t even holding back “damn, like that?” I said laughing “yeah, just annoyed me. I hate that he is being that way, fame getting to your head type shit, he is so cocky too. You seen he has a gold grill? Like, who do you think you are, my sister made you” I shrugged “he hasn’t taken his off so yeah” what else can I say “well he needs the jewellery, that’s all he got” I chuckled, Mel is just funny.

I couldn’t help myself but post some picture of my new look while in the SUV going to the game, it feels so good to be out and just be me I guess “they going crazy saying Rihanna raiding Nicki’ closet now, what? I told you it suits you” I cooed out “thank you, I feel so good to be just me. Also smoke a blunt, I miss it. I am a little sad that feeding my daughter has been affected, like nothing is coming out now. And it’s because of me stressing, I told the doctor. She said stress can cause it, the stop of milk. Also I can go braless under this top, Chris wouldn’t have let me wear this. He disliked me ever not wearing a bra, I had to wear one always, he said only he can see my body but fuck you nigga, look at me now” I stuck my tongue “that’s my bitch, you go girl. You know what, it’s been a long time coming. But in a way, I didn’t know Chris was like that with you. I always saw the good but also I kind of saw his shit side at times, but we stick with he plan and we have fun yeah?” nodding my head, holding onto Mel’ hand.

My phone pinged again, third time now but she is posting constantly of herself in that hair. Looking at the photo anyways, the picture loaded up. She looks good but it’s whatever, they don’t know what Robyn is like. Locking my phone “ayyyeeee” Drake made his way over to me, getting my hand out as he dapped it “I been here for two days, you come now?” I said, he told me to just come and he will be back soon. I am supposed to be going on tour with him “busy, I thought why you need to come to the UK when I can come to you” that is annoying to be honest, he lied. He said he was here when he wasn’t and I could have been with Rylee for her injections “I am here now though” he patted my leg, nodding my head “yeah, yeah. Free weed though, thanks” I laughed “always, so she gave in?” rolling my eyes “gave in? Nigga, she just. Yeah, she makes me want to just I don’t know, I love her, I do. That is my twin always, but she didn’t ever let me live. A nigga just got out of jail; I want to live. I didn’t think she was ever insecure, but she seems it to me, even though she said she isn’t. Apparently you tried it with her?” I asked, I am asking because I want to know if it’s true because Drake always been one hundred with me “she gave me wrong signals, like when we were in the studio. No disrespect to your wife, she seemed to like me. But if she is not making you happy, then you know” nodding my head “the thing is yeah, I don’t want to lose her, but she needs to learn that I need space too, she is there telling that she can get other men, like to me that is disrespectful. You know, I don’t care though” laughing to myself “you both split?” he asked “erm, I don’t know. She said do what you like, you know. I had India hooting in my messages, I blocked her for Robyn, and I was like huh yeah, but she been hitting me up but nah, I am not down to cheat. I just want to annoy Robyn” Drake is laughing, I would laugh too “I can make that happen for you” I am sure he can, but I am missing her.

My timeline is full of Rihanna in that wig, she seems extra happy, and I am not even bitter. I liked her picture that is how much I don’t care for that, but she is so vibrant and happy, very happy. She is laughing and giggling, she has every man in that court struck from her vibe. And I dislike the braless shit, why can’t you just wear a fucking bra, it’s not hard. Also why is she holding her boob in front of the crowd like that, she really got them men under a spell. I haven’t seen her since, this is the first time since and it’s bittersweet “we going to party now” Chubbs said, nodding my head as I got up, I feel a little deflated, I don’t want to party actually but I rather do that then just look at pictures of her. I am literally refusing to see my daughter because Robyn doesn’t come to the door, it’s Mel constantly and I am like what the fuck, she is petty for this little break. This didn’t need to happen if she was just truthful to me. My phone pinged again, she posted again. Tapping on the notification, licking my lips staring down at the picture. She looks good.

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