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sinfulcries · 3 years

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reader filming him and kenma fucking without his consent and black mailing him the next day, telling kenma that he won't leak the video if kenma becomes his slave. despite reader being toxic, kenma catches feelings for him and when he confesses, reader says he feels the same way and fucks kenma only to crush kenma's hopes by saying he was just joking & that he would never like him hehe.

tokyo afternoons . kenma x male reader

authors notes. holy shit this was really long and it took me a few weeks to write. i was planning on writing 2 smuts for this but i lost inspiration at the end </3 anyways, virgin kenma hits differently

word count. 3.1k

tw. blackmail, non consensual filming, manipulation, toxic && douche-y reader, sadistic reader, virginity loss, corruption, size difference, unprotected sex, ignorant kuroo, obsession, spitting, noncon at the end.

The air was hot. Tokyo has always been so warm but it was never this hot. Kenma’s pale skin started to sweat, cheeks flushed as golden eyes peered at the man who was sitting beside him. You always left a warm feeling in his chest-- always left his heart drumming loudly whilst his cheeks were flushed a bright red. You were addictive, one of the people who managed to effortlessly bring a smile on to Kenma’s face.

“You’re staring at me.” You broke the comfortable silence with a chuckle, Kenma snapping out of his trance as he turned away to avoid your hot gaze. “Sorry,” Muttering a half hearted response in reply, the blonde averted his gaze to the sky-- watching the harsh sunlight spread over tokyo’s vast horizon. “You know, You look really pretty when you were staring at me earlier.” Another sentence that came out of your mouth broke the comfortable silence once again, and Kenma eyed you cautiously, not wanting to believe the compliment.

“Do you say that to every person you hook up with?” Furrowing your eyebrows at his response, you planted your arms on top of your thighs, resting your head in the comfort of your palms as you looked at the shorter blonde seated beside you. “Believe it or not, I’ve only said that to you.”

A sweet-talker. That’s what you were. Trying to lure Kenma in with your velvety voice and your captivating stare. Again, you were addicting. And Kenma was bewildered that he managed to hook up with you, the most popular and well loved guy in his university. “You seem like the type of person to call your partner a slut in public.”

“I do call my partner’s ‘slut’ in public. Not with you though.” You snorted, grinning as you faced the sky, taking occasional glances at the male. “And why is that?” Confusion laced in his voice, and eyes narrowed at your taller figure, you only smiled softly in response, lashes fluttering against soft skin as you whispered faintly, “You’re just different.”

Kenma could barely form a response with how his skin turned hot quickly-- The heat of the sun accompanied by your words only making him more of a mess than he already was. Hearing the speakerphone play the familiar tone signalling that their break was over, you grabbed the back of the smaller boy’s neck before pulling his head in to connect your lips with his. You took the opportunity to tug on his bottom lip between your teeth before pulling away.

“I’ll see you at my place, Kozume.” You sing-songed whilst simultaneously standing up to catch your next class. Kenma was left to stare at your retreating form, cheeks dusted with red as he felt the warmth in his chest spread every time he thought of your lips on his own once more.

Time seemed to tick slowly-- and Kenma had to begrudgingly go through the whole day without thinking of you or the intimate little moment that you had with him a few hours ago. It was pure torture-- not having you by his side or seeing your smile or hearing your shameless attempts at flirting. It was embarrassing, but he knew that he was getting used to you and your presence. Running a hand through his coarse hair, he spotted you leaning against the wall outside of his classroom, a greasy smile plastered on your face as you diverted your attention from the ladies beside you to the small blonde.

Kenma’s heart dropped. He knew you were popular and that he didn’t have the right to get jealous because you were never his to begin with, but did that intimate moment mean nothing to you? Did that kiss mean nothing to you? He was snapped out of his thoughts when you tapped his shoulder once again-- your deep voice ringing in his ears as you cupped his cheek tenderly. “-ma, Kenma hey?”

“Sorry I zoned out again.” He apologised, forgetting about what upset him for a moment before removing your calloused hand that rested on his cheek. You frowned at the action but soon relaxed, taking his small hand in your own. “Don’t worry about it. Should we get going?” You asked, and Kenma tensed, heaving a sigh as he mustered the courage to remove his hand from your hold.

“I don’t think i can go to your place today. Just choose one of those girls to go instead.” he murmured, bowing dejectedly. Tilting your head in confusion, you slowly grabbed his chin, tilting his head softly so that his golden orbs could meet yours. “Are you jealous, Ken?” you cooed, pressing another kiss onto his lips as he could only hear the whispers of his classmates in the background.

Kenma started shaking, instinctively moving closer towards you, turning his head so that he could bury his face into your chest. Noticing Kenma’s change of behaviour, you glared at the group of girls gossiping, instantly shutting them up. “Mind your own business.” Your loud voice was heard throughout the semi-crowded hallway and the people who had witnessed the sight of you kissing kenma nodded frantically, scrambling away to leave you and kenma to your own devices.

“They’re gone now baby. You can stop hiding.” Grabbing his hips gently, the blonde slowly scanned his surroundings before hugging you again, a soft whimper leaving his lips as you stroked his hair soothingly, “T-Thank you.”

Smiling fondly you replied, “No problem. Let’s go, baby.”

As the two of you made your way towards your apartment, Kenma couldn’t help but stare at your taller figure, huddling closer to your side once he felt the chilly afternoon air hitting his skin. “We’re almost there, kitten. Sorry I didn’t bring my jacket.” You apologised, instead removing your blazer and placing it on top of his shoulders. “You’ll get cold, y/n.” Kenma murmured worriedly, “I’ll be fine baby, don’t worry.”

His chest rose and fell quietly. The faint sounds of footsteps and your occasional humming were the only sounds that he could hear in the empty street. You both arrived at your place quite quickly. You politely opened the door for the setter, leaving your backpacks at the doorstep and discarding your shoes before making your way towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to eat, Ken?” You called out, opening your fridge to scan over the snacks you had.

“No thank you.” Kenma declined from the couch, unbuttoning the first top buttons of his dress shirt and tossing his tie to the side. “Suit yourself.”

Making your way towards Kenma’s hunched form-- a grin wormed its way onto your lips, ruffling his hair once you crept up behind him. “Wanna go to my room instead? You can lay down more comfortably over there.”

Kenma gratefully accepted your offer, taking small and reluctant steps towards the mattress. “A-Are you sure I can lay down here?” The blonde shyly inquired, unable to focus once your scent hit his nose. You smelt so good-- fresh and clean, just the way Kenma liked it. You laughed at his flustered expression once more, jumping onto your mattress before pulling him in so that he was on top of you. “You’re light.”

“A-And you’re really warm....” His voice was so faint that you could barely hear it. Kenma looked to face you, cheeks dusted with red as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip thoughtfully. “What’s on your mind?”

“I was wondering i-if you c-could…” Kenma tried his best not to stutter.

“If I could, what, kitten?”

Closing his eyes, Kenma took a deep breath before murmuring, “If you could kiss me again....”

Not giving the setter a chance to repeat himself, you leaned in to kiss him-- snaking an arm around his slim waist possessively as you started to jerk your hips against his clothed cock. Kenma whimpered into the kiss, eyes shut tightly as he failed to notice your free hand propping your phone on the nightstand-- giving the camera a perfect view of what you were doing to the poor boy.

“Ruin me, y/n-kun~” Kenma didn't have to tell you twice before a dark smirk made its way onto your lips-- hitting the ‘record’ button before trailing your kisses downwards, kissing and sucking on the skin of his jawline and neck.

“Mm,” Kenma whimpered, grounding his ass against your growing erection, earning him a deep growl of his name. “Yeah baby keep grinding against my cock like that,” you praised, only making the smaller male comply.

A whine left the blonde’s lips as he started humping his ass against your thick cock-- his head fuzzy and vision clouded with lust. He loved this so much-- feeling your bulge against his ass. If the tent in your slacks was already big enough to prod at his clothed entrance, he couldn’t imagine how big you would feel deep inside of him, rearranging his guts and fucking him like the useless cock sleeve he was.

Feeling your big hands caressing the soft skin that hid beneath his dress shirt, he yelped as your thumbs pressed against the flesh of his hip before moving upwards to roll his nipples between your thumb and index finger. “You’re so sensitive, kitty. Such a cute little boy…” you cooed, tugging on the hardened bud.

Kenma keened at your touch, leaning against your chest as you moved to unzip both his and your trousers, making both of your hard cocks spring free from its confinements. Kenma’s intense and love-struck gaze was trained on your hard cock, the sight making him subconsciously lick his lips. “Don’t just stare at it, Kitty. Put it in your mouth.”

He gulped. His pupils shaking and his hands sweating as he struggled to even touch your length. “I-I don’t think i-it would fi--!” You were getting impatient and soon you grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to take your fat cock in all at once. “Stop making excuses and take it like a good boy.”

You started fucking his warm throat-- a low groan leaving your lips once you felt the tip hitting the back of his throat. Kenma was inexperienced and you could tell by the way he was sobbing, frantically tapping your thighs signalling that he couldn’t breathe. You rolled your eyes, lifting his head up so that he could gasp for air only to fuck him a second after. “Breathe through your nose baby.”

Kenma’s tear filled eyes met yours and eventually, he started getting used to the feeling of your cock wrecking his pretty little mouth. His face was ridden with drool, the sound of gurgling, your deep groans and his frantic whimpers around your cock the only noise filling the room.

“I’m about to cum, doll--!” You rasped, thrusting into his mouth a few more times before holding his head in place, spilling your hot cum down his throat. Your free hand came to cup his cheek, spreading the cum that dripped down his chin onto his cheeks, mixing it with his drool and his tears. “So fucking pretty.” you grinned, making him smile weakly in response.

You effectively flipped Kenma so that you were on top of him, Your fingers teasing the rim of his puckered hole as he squirmed beneath your bigger figure. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” You mused, grabbing the bottle of lube from your night stand before coating your fingers generously with the cold gel.

Kenma blushed, turning his head to avoid your gaze as he felt his heart thumping loudly in his chest. “Y-Yeah..” He murmured.

Your gaze on the blonde softened, wanting to at least prep him properly before fucking him senseless. “Okay. I’m going to stretch you out first, Is that fine with you darling?” A curt nod was Kenma’s only response and You wasted no time in stretching his hole out. You started with one finger, thrusting it in and out of him until he got used to the feeling before moving onto two fingers. You took your time with him, making sure that he felt good before he told you that he was ready to take you in.

Glancing at the camera once more you grinned darkly before snapping your hips forward, burying every inch of your cock inside of Kenma’s ass. The smaller male mewled helplessly, arching his back as he felt full from your cock.

“Mmm, Your cunt’s so nice and tight f’me” You moaned against his taut skin, snapping your hips forward to meet Kenma’s. The smaller male jolted forward, attempting to meet up with your pace only to rake his nails helplessly against your back.

Kenma felt your lips clasping around his hardened nipple, Your warm and wet tongue swirling around the swollen bud. The blonde cried out in bliss, toes curling as he came without warning, an amused chuckle leaving your lips. “You’re so sensitive, Kenma. You came so easily.”

“S’Cause you’re too big…” Kenma laughed breathlessly, feeling the bulge in his stomach as you moved inside of him. A fond smile replaced your hot expression and soon enough, you were peppering kisses all over his sensitive body, a string of whimpers leaving Kenma’s mouth as he begged for more.

As much as Kenma enjoyed the hot afternoon in your embrace with your cock buried inside of him. He failed to notice the beeping sound of your camera once the two of you were done with your little session.

The next day seemed like a blur to the man. After you approached him, Showing the video you took with a shit-eating grin on your face, He instantly begged you not to show anyone-- Even getting on his knees to suck you off in the senior’s empty classroom. Your smile was different-- it wasn't genuine and soft just like the one you had flashed him yesterday-- your smile was wicked, condescending. And it only made his heart break much more, seeing how mean and ruthless you actually were. Your actions were undeniably fucked up however Kenma still couldn't bring himself to despise you, And he hated how much you still made his flutter even if you were hurting his feelings without a care in the world.

“Kuroo can I tell you something?” Kenma asked timidly, asking the chemistry major, making him nod attentively. “Yeah go ahead man.”

“You know Y/n L/n right..?” The blonde’s voice was slowly becoming softer and Kuroo only hummed, “Yeah the attractive senior what about him?” Kenma gulped before continuing, “I-I… we had sex and he b-black mailed me..”

Kuroo scoffed, laughing loudly at the words that left Kenma’s mouth. “Y/n? Fucking someone like you? I'm sorry Ken but fantasies are waaay different than reality. Have the video games been getting to your head? He’s way too out of your league.” Kuroo shook his head, trying to stop himself from laughing more and Kenma sighed exasperatedly, trying not to cry.

“You’re really not helping, Kuroo.” He murmured as the rooster head only raised his hands up in defense, “I'm just saying! He would more likely go for me you know,” The older male cooed teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows. “Well I have a class to catch, Ken! Let’s hang when you’re less busy and also, get lots of rest.”

Kenma sighed at the man’s words as he was left alone to ponder. If his best friend didn’t believe him then, no one would. However as much as the thought consumed him, He soon craved to have you touch him lewdly once more. He craved you, Confusing infatuation with love. Kenma wasn’t in love with you, No, He was obsessed with you. And to think that he would have such feelings for, you, out of all people, made his situation much more pitiful.

Before the blonde could think of anything to make his situation less worse, He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, a text message that had been sent from you illuminating brightly on the screen.

Y/n-Senpai: Come over after class.

Although the text was simple and straightforward, Kenma couldn’t help but think about it for the rest of the day. Why did you want him to come over? Were you gonna delete the video? Several thoughts spiralled in his head but none of them seemed to answer any of his questions.

“Relax, Kenma, I’m not going to do anything.” You laughed heartily, making the blonde seated in front of you shuffle nervously. Your words were not exactly the most convincing, especially paired with the mischievous glint in your eyes. But he decided to keep shut, letting you speak first.

“Do you like me?” You spoke bluntly, And Kenma tensed at the question, hanging his head down low to avoid your gaze. You soon frowned at the action, grabbing the smaller male’s chin, forcing him to look you in the eye. “C’mon, Ken. Answer me.”

It was now or never. You were giving Kenma the chance to confess! He wouldn’t just throw this opportunity away, No! He was going to tell you how he felt right here, right now. “Y-Yes.” He mumbled embarrassedly, only to blush once he saw you smiling at him softly.

He was too innocent! You almost felt bad for playing with his precious little feelings, however, as much as you loved making the naive boy smile, You would much rather see him crying and wailing for you to reciprocate his feelings.

“Are you gonna say anything else…?” Kenma piqued anxiously, and you hummed in response, inching your face closer to his, “Do you want me to say anything?”. God-- How could he form a proper reply when your lips were merely inches away? The younger only nodded before you leaned in to kiss him.

“I wanna fuck you.” Were the words that came out of your mouth. “I- Don’t think I want to-”

Giving him no time to protest, you pinned him onto your couch, pressing your body closely against his as he let out a silent mewl. “Don’t be such a killjoy. I thought you liked me?”

Your change of personality only caused Kenma to sniffle, tears forming in his eyes as he clutched onto the couch’s fabric tightly.-- “I do but, I don’t want to--!”

He looked so pathetic! And it almost made you cum, seeing him look so pitiful and helpless. Your touch on his skin was hot-- Blazing and painful; It almost reminded Kenma of the hot tokyo afternoon he spent with you a few days ago, except this time, you were torturing him and taking advantage of how weak he was, especially when it came to you.

You effectively shut the male up by spitting into his mouth, forcing him to swallow your saliva as your predatory gaze landed on his shivering body. “You don’t want to? Well then you’ll leave me no other choice but to force my cock inside of you, Kenma.”

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jemmo · 2 years

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Hey have you ever watched We Best Love?

have i watched we best love???? me????? oh anon you have well and truly opened a can of worms.

we best love was the second BL i ever watched and the first one i fell HARD for. and when i say fell hard, i mean i used to rewatch the entire show, both seasons, weekly for a solid month. i was obsessed. and still to this day it has to be in my top 5 BLs ever.

and the thing is… i kinda feel like it’s a perfect precursor to bad buddy in so many ways???? especially the first season. bc yes they’re both enemies to lovers (even tho pat and pran technically were never enemies), but what i mostly mean is that, like bad buddy, we best love to me is a simple plot done excellently and that’s what i love. don’t get me wrong, i love my fair share or wackiness and drama and we defo get drama in s2, but s1 is just this simple love story, of 2 boys getting to know each other, of one trying to peruse a long held crush despite years of holding back, despite years of telling himself it won’t happen, despite years of saying friendship would suffice, and of the other having this revelation, that maybe what he’s wanted has always been there right in front of him and he just didn’t see it before. thinking about it, it really is very bad buddy-ish in that way too.

and then s2 hits you like a 10 ton truck. bc the separation????? omg it really broke me. and it’s so over the top it could’ve come off cheesy or way too dramatic but somehow it didn’t???? somehow i believe all of it, i believe that, even after getting together, shide still had this insecurity that it was too good to be true, that he wasn’t good enough, and when given the opportunity to be apart, he took it thinking shuyi would move on and find someone better. and shuyi, god shuyi, he opens up his heart once and it truly gets trampled on, broken apart. he comes from this empty home where things are handed to him and decisions are made for him and he has all these expectations on his shoulders, and for once he does something for himself and it falls apart. so i so so see why shuyi would break, and i just remember so vividly what he said to shide after he argued with his father and told him to leave, how he talked about how all he wanted was for shide to stick by his side, to not take on his father by himself but do it together, to listen to him and let him decide what to do, what’s important. in that moment, shuyi feels like shide doesn’t trust him to fight or to choose him over his father, when he would’ve done that in a heartbeat and god ughhhhh the conflict is perfect in my opinion.

just thinking about this show already has me teary. there’s so many lines and scenes that stab at my heart and get to me like nothing else. both leads are phenomenal actors and have incredible chemistry. and the ost is full of emo bops, I think at least 2 of the songs are in my top 5 most listened to songs of the year. so yeah… there you have it anon. i don’t know if you expected such an innocent question to spark all this ranting and believe me i could go on way way way more but I won’t for your sake. just know this show is v v special to me and I adore it.

#wbl #we best love #man I’ve been so in my bad buddy brain rot that it’s kinda weird thinking about this other hyperfixation #bc it really got me guys #this was my no.1 for so long #seriously iconic for me #ok I’ll stop now before the second tidal wave of ranting comes #made by jemmo

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cognitivefunk · 3 years

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Title: Say My Name Rating: E/Explicit 18+ Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: M/M Solomon/Leviathan (sub-Levi) Warnings: Smut, Plot? What Plot? Noncon fantasy, consensual but also implied nonconsensual fantasy, light bdsm, one slap to the face, orgasm denial, dirty talk, degradation, light bondage, struggling, stalker fantasy, crying, sobbing, blowjob, anal fingering, anal sex, toys, dildo, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sub-Levi, dom/sub vibes, Solomon uses Magic, unprotected sex Summary: Leviathan has a very specific kink he wants to try out, where he is able to let loose and be a perfect victim and Solomon plays along. Word Count: 9575

It was just another night in Devildom, as Levi sighed in content, setting his headset down onto the desk before heading over to the other side of his room to pick up one of the drinks he had saved for later. The liquid was still cool as it reached his tongue and he smiled into the can, humming to himself as he shuffled around his room. It was a week ago he had shared a fantasy of his with Solomon, and every night before bed he secretly hoped that the man would finally act on it. He specifically told him he didn’t want to be warned beforehand, because it would only make the fantasy feel more real.

He let out another small sigh and decided to turn in early, not wanting to get too worked up. He brushed his teeth dutifully before climbing into his tub, feeling more comfortable on there than on the other bed they had recently set up in his room. That bed wasn’t really for sleeping; he flushed as the thought crossed his mind.

It wasn’t long before Levi drifted off to sleep. In his dream he was being held down by an unseen force, and it filled him with an exhilarating fear. A strange energy started to wrap around his body, giving an almost suffocating sensation as he felt himself grow weaker. His eyes fluttered open, blearily focusing on a shadowy figure in front of him. When he moved to resist, the man put a finger up to his lips, quietly shushing him as he closed the book in his hands with a gentle puff of air. “Don’t need you shifting into your demon form on me,” he purrs quietly.

It takes him a moment to realize that he wasn’t dreaming before he tries to move, tugging his arms only to realize that the glowing disks around his wrists and ankles were holding him firm. Panic set into his chest as he struggled against the bonds with more enthusiasm, “Mmph!” he muffled a scream as the tape over his lips stopped him from yelling out.

“Hey…” his eyes flickered back to the white haired man beside him, eyeing him warily. He was only a little surprised how seriously Solomon was taking his request, and he felt a flutter in his stomach as Solomon brushed a hand through his hair gently. “I’ve watched you from afar for so long…Left you unclaimed for far too long too,” he spoke in a low voice, leaning forward to run his tongue across Levi’s cheek.

The sensation left him feeling weak, and he fought back the moan that wanted to bubble in his throat at the feeling. Instead, he chose to continue to thrash his body around, trying to loosen the magical bonds that held his limbs firmly in place. He could only twist his torso in turn. Solomon let an unnerving grin spread across his face as he watched the show in front of him. “Struggle all you want, you’re at my complete mercy…” he whispered his hot breath against Levi’s cheek, rubbing his face against his briefly before pulling away. “It doesn’t matter either way, even if you escape…” he moved his mouth to the struggling man’s ear to delicately run his teeth over the outer shell, “I’ll always find you.”

Levi breathed in sharply, visibly shaking at both the wizard’s words and the way he ran his tongue along the curve of his ear. He let a pathetic whine escape his throat as Solomon sat back on his feet, chuckling. “My name is Solomon, it’s nice to finally talk face to face with my property,” he smirked. “Sorry about the binds, but you like that sort of thing, don’t you?”

Levi’s face flushed slightly at the implication but he stared back defiantly. He was completely immersed in the part of the captive and he was actively trying to figure out a way to break free of the binds and bolt for the door. He pushed himself up with his legs to the best of his ability, arching up in the tub, trying to work his way loose by sheer force.

Solomon whistled, eyes trailing over his body as he watched him struggle. He had to stifle a laugh at the sight, since Levi must have known he wouldn’t be able to actually break out of them. It was delightful to see actual panic cross his eyes as he fell back into the tub with an exasperated look on his face. “Oh, you’ll make such a fine pet,” he cooed, trailing his fingers over the edges of the tape before ripping it off. It didn’t actually hurt since he had used bondage tape but that didn’t stop Levi from wincing.

“Why are you doing this!?” he cried out, needing answers from the man. “Who are you? How did you get in my house?” he continued, slipping further into the part, letting himself feel the fear that simmered in his chest.

“I told you, I’ve been watching you for a long time,” he smiled cryptically, petting the side of Levi’s face as he watched the emotions swirl in his eyes. He was enjoying this far too much, lips twisting into a smirk as the man floundered beside him.

“W-What do you mean? N-nobody would want to watch me…” he breathed out, visibly shivering as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes but never fell.

“Sssh, it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you,” Solomon whispered, trying to console Levi with a comforting tone. He ran his finger under Levi’s chin, tilting his head to force him to make eye contact with him, seeing how his eyes kept flitting around the room.

“H-How can I trust you? You broke into my fucking house!” he retorted, his voice quivering as he tried to sound tough. He twisted away from Solomon’s touch, craning his head toward the other side of the tub as he pulled his eyes away from his heated gaze.

The man only continued to smirk, running a cold hand over his face, tracing his fingers down his neck, slowly and deliberately. “For such a cutie like you living alone, I thought you would’ve had more security. Ah…well I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” he continued, “Nothing could have kept me from you tonight.”

“Stop it…” Levi breathed out a whine, his eyes starting to cloud over as the words started getting to him. He shouldn’t trust Solomon, he should keep his defenses up at all times. The look on his face was as inviting as it was enigmatic, and Levi couldn’t be one hundred percent he wouldn’t completely fall into his role either.

“Stop what?” he pressed on, feigning innocence. Levi’s eye twitched and he had to bite down on his tongue not to yell out in frustration. How could he feign innocence with a face like that?

He glared at him, twisting his body to try to worm his wrists out of the glowing circles, only for the magic to constrict around his wrists more firmly, nearly biting into his skin.

“Ah yes, struggle away!” Solomon laughed, clearly enjoying the role he was in, his eyes held a shine to them that set off Levi’s fight or flight warning as alarm bells started to go off in his head. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an opportunity to do this,” he carried on.

“Why are you doing this? What did I do to you?” Levi continued on as well, shouting at the shady wizard. ‘Been a while?’ he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but wonder if the real Solomon had done something like this before as well. The man had lived many years, and the magic he was able to wield was as impressive as it was unnerving.

He avoids the question, leaning forward so that his face was mere centimeters in front of Levi’s face, “You’re scared aren’t you?” he asked, the smile twisting into a cruel expression. It made Levi’s heart skip a beat as he swallowed, beginning to visibly shake again, “N-no, you don’t scare me.”

“You’re a liar. I bet you’ve been lying to everyone since you were little, haven’t you? That’s why you don’t have any friends.”

The words cut deeper than Levi could have imagined them to when he drafted this up in his head. He lurched forward, gritting his teeth as he glared daggers into the man. “Fuck you!” he spat, but his voice quivered toward the end.

Solomon let out a hearty laugh and shook his head, slipping into a confident smile. “I don’t understand you. You’re tied up, completely at my mercy, and yet here you are, trying to threaten me?”

Levi’s frown deepened as he shifted uncomfortably, an embarrassed expression contorting his face as the blush tinted his cheeks a light rose color.

“Tell me…how many men have you let fuck that pretty little face of yours?” he turned the situation around with one sentence, watching as Levi’s face took on a different form of embarrassment.

“T-That’s none of your business!” he cried out defensively, looking away in shame at the thought. He didn’t want to make the man angry, but this ‘stranger’ had no right asking him such personal questions. He huffed as he his face against one of his arms.

“Oh? I think it’s very much my business,” the man purred, sliding his hands down Levi’s arms as he looked away from him, drinking in the sight of how he was trembling beneath his gentle touches. “Or do you pleasure yourself to all that hentai you watch?” he breathed against his ear again, voice low as he took Levi’s sensitive ear into his mouth.

The otaku shuddered and gasped at the sensation, struggling to keep his face from contorting into something embarrassing. “Levi,” he breathed his name, tilting his head to make the other man look him in the eye again. “Answer my question…”

The blue haired demons lips twisted into a quaking frown as he was forced to look Solomon in the eye. He couldn’t work the words out of his mouth, instead, choosing to nod at the implication of the question. Solomon breathed out a tiresome sigh as he frowned at the other man.

“No, I need to hear you say it. You touch yourself to the thought of strangers doing this to you, don’t you?” he trailed his hand down Levi’s clothed stomach, ghosting his fingers as he pressed just hard enough to tickle the skin underneath. Levi let out a garbled whine as he turned his head away again.

“Yes! I….I touch m-myself to hentai,” he admitted. It sounded more humiliating saying it out loud than he would have anticipated, but it only sparked his arousal further. He hummed in response, carefully watching his expression. “And…do you have a significant other to help you with that? Hmm?” he pressed on, tilting Levi’s face back toward his. He loved the back and forth game of Levi getting too flustered to look at him, but he wanted to see his golden eyes fixated on him.

He had leaned down waving a hand and muttering something against Levi’s neck, breaking the bonds on the lower circles, letting Levi move his legs freely. He stretched them out with a swell of relief, feeling a rush of blood running back through them as the pins and needles set in. “Um…n-no, I’m single,” he replied timidly, feeling the pressure from Solomon’s intense stare.

“Hmm, I see. No boyfriend. No girlfriend. You live all alone…you poor thing,” he grabbed his shoulders in his hands, rubbing circles around them with his thumbs as he let another smile spread across his face. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Levi gulped as Solomon started to lift him out of the tub, holding the magic circles high in the air to keep his hands bound together as he brought him over to the proper bed and threw him down unceremoniously onto the deep blue sheets.

“Now then,” he started, his shadow looming over the man sprawled out onto the bed. “I’m going to untie you, but do not get up without my permission. Do you understand?” he asked, crossing his arms and tapping his chin with a mischievous look in his eyes. His smile never once faltered.

“Wha—yes…” Levi’s voice came out as a question at first but soon settled into compliance as he nodded his head at the man looming over him.

“Good. Very good,” Solomon replied. The bed shifted as Solomon crawled onto it, kneeling beside Levi to press his lips against his ear yet again. Levi squirmed as he felt the hot breath across his heated skin but he didn’t move away from him, choosing to close his eyes instead.

“I’m going to ask you some questions, and you will answer me truthfully. Do you understand?” he whispered, before moving his hand to squeeze Levi’s shoulder again, this time with more emphasis. The blue haired demon nodded, but kept his eyes closed.

“Answer me,” he warned, gripping his hand tighter.

“Y-yes…I understand,” he squeaked quietly in reply, taking in a shaky breath at the sensation of his grip on his shoulder. He wasn’t used to feeling quite so weak, with whatever spell Solomon had placed on him to repress his demonic abilities. It made him feel much smaller than usual.

He felt the squeeze of his shoulder release and he whimpered out but stayed put as Solomon placed a hand under his chin again. “Do you enjoy being tied up, darling? Completely at my mercy…” he asked quietly, his voice had an edge to it that made Levi’s stomach flutter.

“I…I don’t…” he started to respond but Solomon cupped his cheek with his other hand, narrowing his eyes as the smile on his face never once leaves. Levi swallowed hard, not knowing how to answer the question. He didn’t know how to get the words out, so he nodded hesitantly in return.

Solomon took it as an answer this time and reached up to pet his hair affectionately, “Good boy…” his voice was almost patronizing as he pressed his lips against Levi’s forehead, who in turn, breathed out a sigh of relief as his answer was accepted. He found himself leaning into his touch out of familiar reflex.

“Now then, I’m going to untie you. Do you promise me that you won’t run away?” he asked, eyes starting to drift over Levi’s body as he drank in the sight of him. He licked his lips in anticipation as Levi gave him a shaky reply. “I-I promise…” he was nodding vigorously

"I-I'll be good. I don't have anywhere to run...this is my house," he explained, giving him insight as to why he was agreeing with him. His eyelashes fluttered a little, out of nervousness, as he looked up at him as non-threateningly as possible.

He could have sworn he saw Solomon gulp for a moment before he continued. He tilted his head to the side, as though lost in thought for a moment, but he spoke once more, “If you’re good, I’ll reward you, but if you defy me, you will pay for it dearly. Now sit up for me,” he motioned with his hands, guiding Levi to sit as the binds circled above his head.

“Yes sir,” he replied, adding the formality hoping to earn more of Solomon’s good favor. He heard him take a sharp breath of air before he hummed to himself quietly. He waved a hand after murmuring another spell under his breath. Levi sat patiently, letting the man unbind him gratefully. He rubbed at his wrists gingerly once they were free, trying to loosen the stiffness from them by shaking them out.

“Now…where were we?” he murmured, pulling Levi’s arms around him as he held him in a close embrace, and Levi leaned into his touch willingly. He didn’t realize how touch starved he had been feeling up to this point and he tilted his head against Solomon’s hands as they cupped his cheeks.

“Are you trying to seduce me little one?” he asked, voice taking on a dangerous edge as another smirk twisted his lips upward. “How naughty of you…warming up to me so quickly when you were acting like I was your worst nightmare,” he feigned offense, letting himself frown as Levi floundered.

He bit his lip and swallowed thickly, looking away in shame. He felt his stomach flutter as the sensation of butterflies came back and he pulled his arms away to cross them over his chest in a protective stance. “I wasn’t trying….to se..to seduce you,” he stammered in his embarrassment.

“Liar,” Solomon cooed, winking at the man as his face started to light back up. He never got bored of Levi’s exaggerated expressions, and grabbed his chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb over Levi’s quivering lower lip. “Don’t worry darling, I know the truth. I know what’s going on in that filthy head of yours,” he laughed cruelly.

“Wh-what do you mean?” he stammered again, finally meeting his gaze. He wished he hadn’t as now he couldn’t look away again as Solomon locked eyes with him, holding him in place with the intensity of his stare.

“You’re attracted to me,” he replied simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, earning a huff from Levi who shut his eyes, since he was unable to turn his head away. He couldn’t deny that statement, and he brought his hands over his face, brushing past Solomon’s hand that still rested on his chin. He brought his knees up toward his face, trying to curl into a ball.

“How long have you been feeling this way?”

He kept his head down and stayed silent.

“How long have you wanted to see me naked?”

Still no response.

He was the man who ‘broke into his house’ after all. He was just feeling this way because he was scared. At least, that’s what Levi was telling himself. He didn’t want to admit how much the situation was turning him on. He buried his head further into his legs, hiding from the wizard.

“How long darling” he pressed on, demanding an answer from him. Levi shifted uncomfortably and answered from behind his hands, his voice coming out muffled, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” he laughed mockingly, and Levi snuck a peek out from behind his legs only for his stomach to do another flip as Solomon’s face was right in front of his once more. He gasped, trying to scurry away further onto the bed.

Solomon grabbed his hands away from his face, forcing him to look at him once again. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. You can’t even deny it, look at you. Admit that you desire me,” he breathed against his lips, not quite touching but close enough Levi could feel the heat from his breath.

“I…I’m scared,” he replied in a barely audible whisper, falling back into his role as he squirmed under Solomon’s touch. He knew he found the man attractive, but even under normal circumstances it was far too embarrassing for him to just admit out of the blue. Solomon knew this all too well, and liked to see how much he could push Levi before he broke.

"I know."

Levi started to scoot back, fear starting to win the battle in his head as he tried to work out why he was starting to get aroused by the man who was ‘holding him captive’ in his own room. Solomon took a deep breath, trailing his teeth over Levi’s ear once again, knowing it was one of his sweet spots. “You know what I’m going to do?”

Levi whimpered in response, unable to work out the words that were catching in his throat. “I’m going to help you…” he continued.

“H-help me?” he repeated, dumbfounded. His heart was pounding in his chest so hard he thought it was going to break out of his ribcage. He shuddered as Solomon bit down on his earlobe, letting out a small moan before closing his mouth again.

He chuckled at the adorable sound he made and smiled against his neck, “I’m going to help you become everything you were meant to be…” Levi shuddered at the implications, but was confused by the statement. The sound of Solomon’s chuckle made his stomach flutter again and he finally trailed his head up toward his again, snaking his hand up the back of his head to press his lips against Levi’s.

Levi froze for a moment, tilting his head to meet him halfway, his eyelids fluttering shut as he puckered his lips, moving them slowly against Solomon’s. The other man decided this pace was far too slow, however, and gripped the back of Levi’s hair, causing him to gasp as he delved his tongue into his mouth, kissing him so roughly he left the demon breathless.

He let his instincts guide him as he flailed for a moment before placing his hands on the back of Solomon’s head as well, threading his fingers through his hair as he pressed his tongue against Solomon’s. The wizard groaned into the kiss, his other hand trailing down Levi’s body until he was able to cup his ass, squeezing it as he pulled him closer into his lap.

His body was trembling from the adrenaline coursing through his body and he let out another moan in response to the almost animalistic noise that came from Solomon as the kiss deepened. He clutched the fabric of his sweater, pulling him closer as he kissed the man back passionately.

The kiss eventually broke off after a few moments, giving him a few seconds to process just what had just happened. Solomon’s eyes were still closed as his head was tilted back. Levi’s gaze softened for a moment as he took in the man’s expression. He looked blissful, and didn’t look as cryptic as he usually did.

The hand he had on his back moved up to the back of Levi’s head as his thumb stroked at his scalp. He shuddered a little, realizing that he was enjoying this. Levi swooned gently as Solomon scratched his nails against his scalp and shivered delightfully, relaxing into his touch.

"You shouldn't do that."

His eyes opened slowly and they bore into his soul.

“Why? Huh? Do what?” he asked, pulled out of the moment as he flickered his eyes back open to meet Solomon’s serious expression.

He frowned, "You shouldn't be enjoying my touch. It's dangerous, don’t you think?" he looked at him with a question in his eyes, watching carefully to see how Levi would react. The man responded by stuttering, “No..I mean, I was just,” he wrung his hands in his lap, balling up the fabric of his sleep shirt in his hands, feeling the need to fidget with anything to release some of the tension in his body. “I’m sorry…it just felt nice…that’s all,” his voice became quieter as he continued to speak until it was barely a whisper.

“Nice?” he responded, the smirk on his face returning as he shook his head, “Is that what you class it as?”

Levi moved his lips to speak as he croaked out an awkward sound, but before he had a chance to respond, Solomon had pressed his lips against his once more, silencing any thought he might have had. Levi was starting to feel more flustered as the kiss continued.

Solomon used the same trick twice, and it seemed to work a second time as well as he yanked on Levi’s hair, causing him to open his mouth in protest so he could slip his tongue back inside. Levi winced as his hair was tugged, but it sent an intense wave of arousal down toward his groin and he pulled his night shirt down to cover his lower half.

Solomon pulled away, and Levi could barely tell he was breathing a little faster than usual. “You’re overdressed,” he stated directly, and narrowed his eyes as Levi shook his head, unable to correctly form words as he made a whining noise at the man before taking a moment to collect himself. “No-no, I’m fine..” he managed to work out a small sentence, hiding his boner by bunching the cloth from his shirt into his lap. His pajama bottoms did little to hide the outline of his dick, and he was feeling self-conscious about it.

Solomon crawled over Leviathan’s lap, a playful glint in his eyes as he ran an index finger down Levi’s nose, across his lips, and down his neck, “Don’t argue with me. You’re not fine.” He watched as Levi shivered, his eyes crossing as he followed the trail of his finger down his face. The whimper that left his parted lips made Solomon’s pants tighten and he closed his eyes for a moment to reel himself back in.

“Aren’t you hot?” he asked, running his hands down Levi’s arms, playing with the hem at the bottom of his night shirt. Levi looked down at his hands, trembling as he placed his own hands over Solomon’s to stop him. “No! No, it’s cold in here,” he breathed, not wanting him to take off his shirt. He was afraid he was going to like it too much or do something he would regret.

He gave Levi a devious smile, leaning forward to blow his hot breath over Levi’s neck, watching as his body trembled and flushed. It was far too easy to get him worked up. He nuzzled his face against Levi before nipping at the crook of his neck, earning a loud moan from the other. He couldn’t hold back his chuckle as Levi’s hands flew to cover his mouth, turning his head away yet again. The heat from his face was radiating, and his breath had begun to quicken.

“You smell good, Levi…and you taste even better,” he hummed against his neck before moving to the other side to repeat his actions. He wouldn’t want him to feel neglected after all. His knuckles were turning white with how tight he was holding the hem of his shirt down. He fought back another groan, “N-no I don’t!” He wasn’t able to stop his body from reacting to the lewd, wet noises Solomon’s mouth was making as he sucked on his neck, leaving behind small marks of his affection behind.

Without warning, his hand shot down to grab Levi’s wrists in his own, catching the demon off guard. “What--??” he startled, staring wide eyed at his wrists. He was surprised that both of his wrists were able to fit in Solomon’s grasp, though if he weren’t under his magical influence he would normally be able to get out of his grip quite easily.

“You like this?” his voice was a mix between playful and mocking as he purred against Levi’s ear, watching as he writhed and struggled to get his hands free.

“Y-you won’t…you c-can’t…” he panted, finding it difficult to catch his breath as he continued to weakly pull his arms in Solomon’s grasp.

He bit his lip hard, leaving it swollen and red where he abused it. He tried to cross his legs together to hid himself further from Solomon’s knowing gaze, twisting his torso away from him. “Can’t what?” he asked in a low, guttural voice as his free hand moved up the demon’s thigh.

“W-wait!” Levi called out, fighting back another pitiful groan. “I don’t—aaah—not there…” he twisted again, trying to get away from Solomon. He was feeling exceptionally sensitive as the wizard pulled his thighs apart, revealing the tent that had formed in his pajama pants he had so miserably been trying to hide. Albeit it was glaringly obvious he was aroused in the first place, he had simply hoped it wasn’t as apparent to him as it was.

“So that’s what you’ve been hiding,” he tilted his head; his calm demeanor was beginning to infuriate Levi. He froze as a hand wrapped around his bulge, squeezing tightly. His eyes went wide again and he squirmed in his grasp. “AAAaaahhahhhhhhhhhh…” his voice was loud as the moan escaped from his mouth, tapering off into a pleasurable whimper as Solomon continued to squeeze the bulge in his hand. Levi panted harshly, twisting but with less fervor. He wanted to hide his face but he was unable to move his hands to cover up.

“Ngh…aghh…” he moaned again, tugging his arms only to find that Solomon would not let him move an inch.

“Mmmm, you like this, don’t you?” he mused. It was perhaps too obvious he was enjoying himself. But Levi wasn’t able to pick up on it as much, lost in his own rampantly growing arousal.

“I…I….aaah,” he moaned again, pitifully shutting his eyes to hide his shame. He couldn’t bear to look at him when he looked like he was going to swallow him whole like a damn predator. He trembled against his touch, shaking as he tried twisting away again.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to let go,” he explained, though his voice sounded more like a threat than a reassurance.

“I don’t …aah..it…it feels…mmmnng,” he panted out, trying to form a coherent sentence as Solomon continued to grope him through his pants. The thin material of the pj bottoms was both a blessing as a curse as he felt his thumb rubbing against the underside of his shaft. A small wet patch was forming on his bottoms as he began to weep precum.

“Oh, you’re going to enjoy this,” he groaned as he quickly pulled his pants around his thighs, slipping a hand underneath his underwear to squeeze at his supple ass.

Levi didn’t realize he was starting to drool as he started to move again. Solomon let go of his wrists to continue squeezing his ass and Levi nearly fell forward into him as he cupped his rear end in his large hands. “Hhh…I’m…wh..whaaa---“ he tried to question what was happening between the little mewls that fell from his lips. His mind was hazy with lust.

“Shut up and enjoy it,” Solomon ordered, giving another squeeze to Levi’s ass. “Ngh…” was the only reply he got, Levi having lost temporary ability to even attempt to fight back. Solomon took it as an opportunity to prod his finger against his exposed asshole.

“N-not there!” he cried out, face burning as his hands found Solomon’s chest, weakly pushing against him in effort to stop his actions. He shook against him, his head falling against Solomon’s shoulder as the man prodded his asshole with his finger. “Nnngg!” his cock twitched as Solomon continued to prod his vulnerable entrance and he couldn’t help but moan again as he wriggled his way in, muttering something against his neck as a wet sensation covered his finger.

Levi was going to question it but Solomon hooked his finger upward, pressing forward until he managed to get a second finger in. “Aaah…aahh..nng,” he moaned again, drool pooling around his lips as he held onto Solomon’s shirt while the man pumped his fingers in and out of him. He angled his fingers inside him, reaching for Levi’s prostate, and when he finally found it he was rewarded with a half yell, half moan as Levi shook against him.

“You think you can handle more?” he whispered, running his tongue along the nape of Levi’s neck. “I’m going to stretch you out so much, you’ll beg for it.”

Levi didn’t think he could shudder any more than he already was, but he couldn’t stop from trembling in Solomon’s lap. He was like putty, completely malleable to the wizard’s whims. He found himself biting the fabric of Solomon’s shirt to silence his mouth as he involuntarily began to rock against him, a high pitched whine sneaking out of his throat.

“Ah…ah…fuck,” he panted, but was cut off with a broken whine as Solomon pulled his hand away, guiding Levi off the bed before pushing him down onto his knees.

“I think I need some encouragement to continue~” he cooed, petting Levi’s hair affectionately as the man blushed under his touch. He quickly got to work at pulling down the man’s pants, but just enough to bring his dick out, pumping it a few times in his hand as he glowered down at Levi.

Levi poked his tongue out, tasting the tip of Solomon’s cock before bringing the head into his mouth. He could taste the salt from the precum that had been beading on the surface of his cock, and he moaned through his nose as he carefully swirled his tongue around the tip.

Solomon grabbed the back of his head, pushing him forward as he used both hands to hold Levi’s head in place. “That’s it…just like that,” he encouraged the demon, panting slightly as he looked down at the man.

“Mmph!” he had jolted forward as his mouth was suddenly filled, mindful of his teeth as Solomon’s cock pushed into his mouth. His jaw cried out at the sudden intrusion, but he took another shaky breath in, trying to will himself to relax and to stop tensing up so much. He moaned again, around the cock in his mouth as the man threaded his fingers through his hair, petting him tenderly.

Levi responded by sloppily moving his tongue around Solomon’s throbbing erection, teasing him with his mouth and earning a groan from the white haired wizard. “Suck it like a good little cocksucker,” he grunted before thrusting his hips in and out of Levi’s mouth.

The demon was starting to feel overwhelmed as Solomon started to degrade him. His breath quickened once more, through his nose, and he started to suck enthusiastically, finding the rhythm difficult as he kept thrusting into his mouth. He was using his face like his own personal fuck hole and that made Levi ache with need.

“I knew you were a little slut. I saw it in your eyes the moment I met you,” he continued to dirty talk Levi, who in turn, became more determined as he flattened his tongue along the underside of Solomon’s cock, gasping around him when he called him a little slut. Solomon thrust a few more times before pulling out, lifting Levi off of his cock by his pulling on his hair again.

Levi’s tongue was still out as Solomon looked down at him, though he was quick to pull it back into his mouth muttering, “I’m not a slut,” weakly as he blushed and looked away.

“Mm-hmmm,” he hummed, hooking his hands under Leviathan’s shoulders and helping him to his feet. “I see a different side of you though. I want to see more of that side of you,” he murmured against his face, pressing a chaste kiss onto Levi’s cheek.

He tossed Levi onto the bed again, who bounced as he hit the soft cushion, disoriented for a moment as he tried to regain his bearings. Solomon was quick to climb back over him, pulling at his pajama bottoms to completely rid the offending fabric alongside the man’s underwear. Solomon was growing impatient.

He pulled Levi back down into a passionate kiss, his lips were still swollen from his nervous biting from before, and he winced slightly as Solomon bit down playfully on his lower lip. He slid his tongue into his mouth and was surprised when Levi sucked on his tongue, a surprisingly forward approach. Solomon was the one moaning this time, as he ground his hips against Levi’s letting him feel just how worked up he was making him.

Levi pulled away with a wet pop at the feeling of Solomon’s cock rubbing against his own, and his mind felt muddy again. He gripped at Levi’s shirt, pulling it up over his head, and he willingly complied, wanting the fabric off his overheated body as well. Solomon smirked as Levi struggled to break free from his shirt for a moment, stifling back a laugh at his clumsiness before leaning forward to capture a pert nipple between his lips. Levi arched his chest toward Solomon’s mouth, while his words protested, “Aah..that’s..d-don’t,” he stammered, despite his body reacting positively to the attention.

“Don’t what?” Solomon feigned ignorance again, smiling sweetly as Levi struggled to speak coherently.

“Don’t do that..”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmured against his chest, biting down on the nipple between his teeth just so he could hear Levi cry out for him. He wanted to hear him call out his name as well.

“K-keep..I mean..don’t do that…agh!” he wrenched at the sheets with his fists as Solomon continued to torture his chest with his tongue. He chuckled against him, the sound low and reverberating as it vibrated against his chest. “What do you want from me, little one?” he asked, stroking the side of Levi’s face.

He fell silent for a moment, his mind hazy from the sensations coursing through his body. Solomon spoke again, waiting for him to speak, “Tell me what you want.”

“I…I…” he floundered again, looking up into Solomon’s mysterious, stormy eyes. They were clouded over with lust and he found himself shrinking back from the intensity of his gaze. Levi trailed his eyes down Solomon’s body, still half clothed, as he timidly reached up to tug at his shirt. “I want to see you too..” he requested with a breathy voice.

Solomon chuckled once more, a sound of satisfaction, as he pulled his sweater off of his body, revealing his body for Levi to admire. It did not go unnoticed when Levi’s eyes trailed over him, his blush deepening as his eyes fell on his cock. It had only been a few moments since it had been in his mouth and he absentmindedly salivated at the recent memory.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice growing slightly husky as he smirked at the way Leviathan reacted by skirting his gaze to the side and covering his mouth with his hand. Levi felt Solomon’s hand on his face again as he tilted his head toward him for another kiss. This time, much sweeter than the last. He was gentle as me moved his lips against Levi’s, taking his time with the man.

“Tell me, my little otaku, where did you learn to suck cock like that?” the words left his lips far too easily for how filthy they were to Leviathan’s ears. Levi let out a squeaking groan as he shut his eyes, lips trembling as he fought himself over whether he should answer that question honestly or not. “I..I..practice on a um…a dildo,” he replied meekly, turning his head to the side, remembering all those nights he would watch hentai and then try to recreate the act on himself with the few toys he had in his room.

Solomon let out another small chuckle, laying down next to Levi and propping his head in his hand, looking at the man pointedly. “I see…”

“I-it’s not weird!” he was quick to defend himself, feeling mortified at the sound of Solomon’s laughter in response to such an intimate question.

“Oho, no…it’s not weird at all,” he says, stroking Levi’s cheek softly in with his hand. “I find it quite…arousing.”

Levi opens his mouth to retort, but quickly closes it, squirming a little before Solomon asked his next question. “Do you….have any toys here now?” he asked, eyes flitting around the room to see if he could figure out where he could possibly have hidden them. Levi covered his face in his hands, shaking his head back and forth, wanting to deny their very existence.

“Can I see, Levi?” he asked patiently. He pulled his hands away from his face again, leaning forward to give him a peck on the cheek before meeting him with his intense gaze. Levi felt like he was pinning him down with his eyes alone, and he nervously responded, eyes scanning over Solomon’s face warily. “U-under the bed…there’s a box,” he admitted, shame creeping into his voice.

“Open it,” he ordered, moving so that Levi would be able to lean over the bed to retrieve the item. Levi did just that, rolling onto his side and feeling around until his fingers brushed the familiar box, and he brought it up onto the bed. He paused for a few beats before opening the lid.

Levi couldn’t meet Solomon’s eyes as he revealed a rather large dildo that was not in the shape of a human cock. He had bought it from a site Asmo had given him a couple years back because he liked the way it looked primarily. Next to it was a much smaller by comparison, normal appearing dildo that had a vibrator attachment alongside a small bullet vibrator and a bottle of lubricant.

Solomon reached out to touch the largest of the toys, fingers running gently along it as he seemed lost in thought. It was ridged and had several bumps along the sides. He admired the iridescent purple color, finally glancing back over to Levi. “I want you to fuck yourself with this.”

“Wh—huh?” he replied with natural confusion, thinking he might’ve wanted to see how he practiced blowjobs, but not for him to watch him…his mind trailed off and he flushed brightly. Of course he had picked the larger of the two dildos in the box. He had only ever actually put it in his mouth, however, finding that it was more intimidating in person than when he had bought it impulsively after masturbating to a particularly erotic hentai. He balked slightly at the idea and shook his head.

“I want to see you fuck yourself with this,” Solomon repeated, the look in his eyes not wavering as he commanded him a second time, his eyes taking on a serious expression.

Levi’s hands shook as he stared at the familiar toy, mind racing as he tried to reach for the much smaller one beside it. Solomon clamped his hand down on Levi’s wrist, pulling his arm back as he pinned him against the bed. “I said, this one,” he replied sternly, taking the larger dildo and placing it in Levi’s hand, not breaking eye contact with him as he reached for the lube in the box and popped the lid open. His smirk was growing as he took in the panicked look in Leviathan’s eyes as he swallowed thickly, taking the heavy demon dildo in his hand nervously.

“Please…I want to try the other one,” he pleaded, his lower lip was trembling as he was cut off again.

“No.”

The statement was so final. Solomon poured a generous portion of lube onto the tip of the toy, urging it toward Leviathan with an excited look in his eyes. Levi sighed in defeat, sizing up the dildo in his hand before leaning back against the headboard, not able to make eye contact with the man as he slowly rubbed the toy against his entrance, warming himself up.

Solomon sat back, watching Levi intently as he placed his hand on his own cock, stroking lazily as he watched as Levi spread his legs wide, lifting himself up before slowly working the tip inside of him. The demon managed to press the head of the toy in before his hips jutted forward, having a difficult time adjusting to the size. He paused, taking in a sharp breath as he felt his hole stretch, much farther than when Solomon had been using his fingers.

Levi’s fingers clutched the sheets with his free hand as he slowly slid down the shaft, biting his lip as he screwed his eyes shut.

“Yes…” Solomon sighed pleasantly, watching the sight unfold before him as he continued to languidly stroke himself. Levi didn’t move just yet, letting the toy fill him to the brim. He panted out harshly, feeling hot as he felt Solomon’s eyes all over his body. It was similar to the time he had jerked off on cam with some demon from across Devildom online. Only this time, it was far more intimate.

“Yes, continue,” Solomon urged him on.

“Nngh,” Levi let out a noise of sexual frustration as he spread his legs open as far as they would go, biting his lip as he realized he was giving Solomon an incredibly erotic view. He grabbed the dildo in his hands, slowly pushing it inside of him, the ridges sliding against his insides, making his head fall back against the headboard.

“Fuck, I want to be inside of you,” Solomon whispered as he began to breath heavily, and Levi’s eyes snapped open to stare at the man who had gotten close enough to sit between his legs. He was on his knees, with his hand on his cock, drinking in the sight of the demon trying to pleasure himself on the toy. “Do you want that? Hm? Do you want to feel the real thing?” his voice was thick as he locked his eyes with Levi’s, and Levi couldn’t look away. His hands froze around the toy inside of him, and he opened his mouth to speak.

“Yes…I want it…so bad,” he eventually panted out, watching as Solomon continued to stroke himself.

“Then beg for it,” he demanded, his voice almost cold.

Levi stopped pushing the toy against his tight entrance, feeling far too overwhelmed to continue in the moment as he whined needily, “I want…please…I want you,” he choked out, choosing less lewd words than he knew Solomon wanted to hear.

“Keep still, you,” he suddenly grabbed Levi’s wrist, causing him to yelp as he forced his hand over Levi’s guiding it with his own. He moved his hand around the toy, making Levi push it in and out of himself more roughly, causing him to cry out loudly as his toes started to curl. “AAAAH! I want y-you! P-p-please!” he called out, arching his hips as Solomon continued to move Levi’s hand in his, the toy making squelching noises as it moved in and out of him.

“That’s right, squeeze it tight,” he breathed against Levi’s ear, and the man let out a pained whimper as the toy was twisted and turned in his hands, making him rut against the intrusion erratically.

He made a string of incoherent cries as it twisted inside of him, and his body began to shake uncontrollably. “I need it, I need you inside of me. Please, please, I can’t take it, please. I need you inside of me,” he started to beg more enthusiastically, rocking his hips against the toy inside of him.

“Do you want my cock? Hm? Do you want me to fill you up? Claim you as my own?” he breathed against Levi’s ear once more.

“Yes! Yes! I want your cock, pleasepleaseplease,” he struggled to keep his eyes open. His body was swirling with need as he begged Solomon, unable to stop himself from trying to fuck himself on the toy in his hands, needing more stimulation.

“Such a dirty boy,” he mocked as he placed a hand on his hip to stop him from being able to rut against the toy. When Levi tried to disobey him anyway, he gave him a quick slap across the face.

“Aah!” his eyes flew back open at the sting on his face and he opened his mouth to speak, choking on a moan as Solomon stilled his hand, not moving the toy at all. He wanted to continue to rock his hips, but Solomon held him firmly.

“Keep it there,” he ordered, his hand holding Levi’s hip firmly as he slowly started to aim the toy to directly brush against his prostate, earning a wordless cry from the demon.

“Aaahnnnngng,” his moan turned into a garbled mess of frustration as Solomon rubbed the tip of the toy against his insides, not allowing him to buck his hips as tears started to well up in his eyes.

“I don’t think you really want it yet,” he teased, continuing to rub it against that sweet spot inside of Levi with intent, watching his face as it twisted into pleasure and agony mixed as one.

“I think you want me to stop?” he continued as if Levi had protested, “Or if you beg sweetly…I’ll know you really want it,”

“No-NO!---I want it!” his words were dripping with both panic, and unbridled lust, as Solomon threatened to stop. “Please, please, I need you, please put your cock inside me, I—I can’t take it…” The tears in his eyes were starting to overflow as Solomon continued to grind the toy against his prostate, and he could feel the pressure building deep within his body.

“I want to see you lose control,” Solomon whispered, “I want to see you submit to me. But not yet..”

Leviathan whined more defiantly this time frustration starting to take over his self-awareness. “I-if you keep doing that…I’ll cum,” he warned, still trying to buck his hips as he was held firmly in place with Solomon’s freehand.

“Not yet, you’ve been a very bad boy,” he taunted, “when I say so, you won’t be able to hold back. So just hold on a little longer.”

“N-no..I’m telling you, I-I really can’t hold it m-much longer,” Levi explained pitifully. His face felt like it was on fire as Solomon continued to slowly torture him with intense pleasure. Levi snuck his hand over to Solomon’s thigh, trailing his hand up his leg, leaning closer to touch his cock.

Solomon froze for a moment, his breath hitching before he grabbed Levi’s hand away from him. “I want to hear you beg for it,” he insisted, “I want to hear you call my name, I want to hear you curse me.”

“P-please!” his voice broke as he pitched another crying wail, “I’m already begging you, please!” he felt the tears in his eyes start to stream down his cheeks as he trembled under the man’s actions. “I need you inside of me, please just fuck me already! Solomon! Please,” he sobbed, turning his head back and forth.

“Please what?” he asked sweetly, nuzzling into Levi’s neck, as his hand ran through his hair gently.

Levi screamed. His throat felt raw, completely frustrated as he started to sob openly. “It hurts so much, please, fuck me, I can’t handle this, I need you, I-aahng…” he trailed off into another half moan half sob as Solomon moved to rotate the toy inside of him.

“I believe I asked you to scream my name,” he whispered into Levi’s ear.

“SOLOMON!” he yelled out, ignoring the hoarseness in his voice. He chanted his name over and over, mixed with pleas and sobs as the man continued to slowly torture him with his sweet caresses.

“Please, Solomon, Please… Solomon. Solomon. Please. I need you, Solomon. Please, I want you, I want you SOLOMON!!!”

The man next to him chuckled, pulling the toy out of Leviathan’s body, which earned him another sob as he immediately regretted the loss of being filled.

“No darling, not yet…Soon,” he whispered soothingly.

Levi screamed again, his frustration unbearable, his voice breaking up as he continued to ignore his pleas for mercy. He balled his hands into fists and shouted at Solomon between sobs, “I want your hard cock inside of me so much it hurts, please, fuck me until I can’t see straight, until I can’t walk for a week, I don’t fucking care just arrgghhhhh----“ he growled out in frustration, “Just fuck me already!”

“What a naughty boy,” was his only response.

Levi let out a whimper, not sure what else to do.

“Tell me who you are then,” Solomon replied, as though reading his thoughts.

He gritted his teeth together, “I’m a filthy, disgusting otaku! Please! Solomon…I’m your little slut,” he panted out, too lost in the haze of his own arousal to care about the words that were falling past his lips.

“Good boy.”

With that Solomon finally pushed Leviathan back down onto the bed, away from the headboard, and lined himself at his entrance. He forced Levi to look him in the eyes as he slowly pushed into him, his hand firmly holding Levi’s jaw in place. He wanted to see every moment as Levi’s face twisted into an absolutely debauched expression.

“Solomo---ooh fuck,” he moaned, arching his back as he felt the man pushing into him. “Aaah, yes! Fuck me!” he begged, rolling his hips against Solomon to bring him further into his waiting body. He didn’t want to care about anything else in the world, other than him filling his body until he couldn’t think about anything ever again.

Solomon’s lips brushed Levi’s cheek as he continued to thrust into him. “That’s it darling, let it all out,” he whispered against him, sending a chill down Levi’s spine. He was sobbing again, tears staining his cheeks as he rutted against Solomon sloppily. He was too far gone to hold any sort of rhythm. His hands trailed down his body, desperate for release.

Solomon took Levi’s hands in his own, bringing one of them up to press a gentle kiss against as he chided, “No, no no.”

Levi threw his head back against the pillow, tossing his head from side to side as he was denied yet again. His cock twitched painfully against his abdomen and he knew he wouldn’t last long either way. Solomon was thrusting into him too hard for him not be able to lose himself in him. “Please, let me cum, Solomon, please,” he pled in his sweetest voice.

Solomon laughed in return, giving Levi a cruel smile as he teased him just a while longer.

“Solomon! I’m begging you!”

He pressed a kiss against Levi’s open lips, hushing his protests. “Please, darling. You have my permission. Cum on my cock my cute little slut…”

That was all it took to push him over the edge. He didn’t even have to touch himself as the words allowed his orgasm to bubble over. He clutched onto Solomon’s shoulders, digging his nails into them as he cried out hoarsely, shaking as his orgasm swept through his body. His toes curled and his abdomen clenched as his inner walls clamped down around him, causing the man to groan out as Levi rode through his orgasm.

He didn’t let him ride it out for long however, as he continued to thrust into him so roughly he left him gasping for breath. He felt lightheaded as he struggled to keep up with the man.

“Aah! Sol-aaahah,” he moaned out, trying to get his name out hif his mouth but he couldn’t think straight. His thoughts were scrambled as Solomon continued to thrust into him with abandon.

“I love this view,” he groaned as he thrust his hips back and forth, drinking in the sight of Leviathan, completely undone and debauched beneath him. His mouth was swollen from the rough kisses he had placed on them, Levi’s eyes were puffy from crying, his hair a mess both from sweat and from Solomon tugging on it and threading his fingers through it. He continued to moan as Solomon started to thrust more erratically, kissing Leviathan with passion as he chased his own high.

He pulled back just enough to look at his face again, noticing the string of saliva that broke apart as he leaned back and how Levi’s eyes were completely glazed over. Solomon shuddered, “So hot…” was all he could murmur out, breathing heavily as his hips stuttered. He moaned low as his orgasm eventually washed over him.

Leviathan mewled at the sensation of warmth as Solomon’s seed painted his insides, leaving him with a lingering sensation of bliss. Solomon thrust shallowly a few more times, reaching his hand down to the base of his cock, milking himself to finish pumping his seed deep within Leviathan’s body, making him blush in turn. “That’s right…take it all,” he whispered, his chest heaving as he stopped to catch his own breath.

After he had finished inside of him, he pulled out carefully to lie beside Levi, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close to his chest before placing a loving kiss on his forehead. He ran his hand through Levi’s bangs, brushing them from his eyes. “I love you…” he whispered.

Levi snuggled close to Solomon’s chest in return pressing a kiss against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around the man. “I love you so much, thank you for doing this for me,” he thanked him with his crackly voice, hoarse from all the screaming he had done. He was certain his brothers had heard him, burying his face further into Solomon’s chest.

Solomon hummed and stroked Levi’s hair as they lay together. They laid in silence, enjoying each other’s company before Solomon eventually moved them to the bathroom to get ready for the night. Levi was going to be tired the next day, but it had been worth it.

#usagiwrites #obey me #smut #obey me smut #solomon/leviathan #m/m fiction #I've never written Solomon and tbh I'm not 100% happy #but I did my best T^T

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yellowocaballero · 3 years

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Opening Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Tagged by @actualbird, who did not mean to bait me with the opportunity of director’s cut, but he absolutely did. I’ll just go through my last 15, which are all for The Magnus Archives.

Opening Lines:

1. Most people who were unlucky enough to meet Jonathan Sims assumed he had no friends. This was true, up to a point two months after Jon became a researcher at the Magnus Institute: afterwards Jon had no friends, except for Sasha James. (Fahrenheit 101)

2. Jon had one final dream, then. (Hope, Etc. (Dickenson et al.))

3. It was a perfect day for his wife’s funeral. (Sucker’s Bet)

4. Monday morning, two hours into their brainstorming session into how to rescue Daisy from administrative labor, the Archives received a package. (Solitaire, part 3 of Roleswap AU)

5. The act of object reacquisition was a subtle and refined technique. (The Crow’s Funeral)

6. Jon was reasonably sure that his History teacher was a time traveller. (The Monster at the End of This Book)

7. “I don’t care what Elias says,” Melanie said, watching Basira uncap her dry erase marker with a vengeance, “we aren’t letting that pig Stoker into the polycule.” (Minesweeper, part 2 of the Roleswap AU)

8. In Melanie’s defense, she wouldn’t have had to do it if working at the Magnus Institute wasn’t so freaking boring. (Space Cadet, part 1 of Roleswap AU)

9. “Our boss is an immortal psychic vampire and I can prove it,” Tim told Sasha two weeks after the worm incident, barging inside her office after hours. (Human Relations)

10. If asked, Martin would say that he became the shadow director of the Magnus Institute by accident. (Feste)

11. Martin dreamed that night of opening the door to the Archives and walking down slimy cement steps, stopping in front of a wood oak door. (Martin and the Dream Boy)

12. [My Chemical Romance lyric but I’m not counting that] Ah, Jon thought, unlocking the door to his house. Just what any thirty three year old man loves to hear upon returning home from a long day at work: the sweet, dulcet sounds of My Chemical Romance peeling the paint off the walls. (No Sin But Ignorance)

13. Jon was reading out sections of Georgie’s battered copy of Encyclopedia on Ghosts out loud just to bask in the sound of his own voice when he heard a knock on the door, quickly followed by a choked scream, and a thump. (Bell, Book, and Candle)

14. Daisy woke up to Jon standing over her with a knife. (Attempted Assasinations)

15. Jon woke up at 5:45 AM Monday morning with what, at the time, he assumed to be a head splitting hangover, despite the fact that he was not a known heavy drinker and could not recall partaking last night. (theatre of the absurd)

Thoughts:

If you want advice on writing opening lines, Zak “Actual Writing Major” Bird gave good advice. I find writing opening lines to be really similar to writing summaries, and you kind of have to play the same game with all of them.

I’m going to agree with basically everything he said, as I do the same thing - especially with the orientation, and then the cliffhanger. As Zak said, opening lines especially have to play many different roles. I tend to apply that ‘triple time’ rule to scenes, because I want every scene to play a plot/thematic/suspenseful/character-building role, but if you’re a better writer you can get it down to the lines. Here’s what I was typically trying to do with my opening lines:

1. Orient you in space and time. Where in the canon am I? Who is the point of view character? What’s going to be the problem we’re facing? This is doubly important because I tend to pretty much exclusively write AUs, so the first thing I want to establish is that it’s an AU. The BBC line establishes that Jon’s living at Georgie’s place pre-S3, and that something exciting’s about to happen that didn’t happen in canon. The NSBI opening line establishes that Jon is...living a happy domestic life, presumably with a teenager?. In Space Cadet, you get that this is when Melanie’s working at the Institute but...it’s boring? What’s going on?

(For a non-fanfic story, this kind of orientation would establish setting and character. I also tend to do that, but it’s more important in fic that you’re grounded in where we are)

2. Establish that SOMETHING WEIRD IS HAPPENING??? My stories have a lot of ‘weird’ factor, or so I’m told, and I want the opening line to establish that. I often pull that ‘what the fuck is going on’ further into the story into the entire first scene, so I’m always hitting the ground running and waiting for the reader to catch up. Why is Jon standing over Daisy with a knife? What do you mean Martin’s the shadow director of the Institute? What does arson have to do with anything?! It’s a cliffhanger, and you’re already presented with this ‘question’ in the first line of the story. Evilcon’s a good example of a line that does 1 + 2: you understand immediately that this story is about Jon, who is probably a child in school, and that he’s having a very canon non-typical encounter with the supernatural. Same with Sucker’s Bet - the opening line brings up so many questions: we understand that we’re at a graveyard and probably not in canon, but Jon has a wife? His wife is dead? Why would it be a perfect day for a funeral?

3. Set tone. You can pretty much tell instantly from these lines which are comedy and which are not. The (relatively) serious ones start out with some kind of action or engagement - Martin’s walking down stairs, Jon’s waking up with a hangover, Jon’s standing over Daisy with a knife. In contrast, the more comedic ones kick off with a joke, some dialogue, or a relatively whacky moment. Crow’s Funeral is more thoughtful and atmospheric. My style of comedy is very machine gun and incessant, so when the story starts off with a joke and just doesn’t stop, then you know what you’re getting into.

4. Just punchy. Don’t get too long, or too fancy, but make it sound good. I do typically try to get them to stand on their own in an interesting way. Maybe only half of them have particularly snazzy opening lines (which tend to get used in the synopsis), but typically I either open up the document with a snazzy line or a snazzy scene in my head. A lot of the time that’s all I got.

Actually, I’d say that it’s super similar to writing synopses. A lot of these rules also apply to first scenes. I do remember a writing teacher when I was 20 telling me about a bunch of rules for opening lines but I don’t remember them. As usual I’m vibe based. Anyway, uh...Hannah get your butt over here I know you like talking about this too @lazuliquetzal.

#my writing #wow did I really misspell the first line of evilcon? wow!#really makes you think.

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wonderlustlucas · 4 years

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jack pot ; part 1 - hwang hyunjin

⇢ prompt You know it’s bad when you’re high as a kite and he’s still on your mind. ⇢ pairing hwang hyunjin x female reader, seo changbin x female reader for like 2 minutes ⇢ word count 7.5k ⇢ genre fluff, angst (not heavy, just in a slow burn kind of way), slight smut ⇢ warnings drug use!!! & lots of it (marijuana), grinding, implied smut ⇢ summary College is a matter of working hard and playing hard. It’s an opportunity to start fresh, to grow as an individual and to blossom with those you befriend. People come and people go, leaving their mark on your life and showing you all the parts of becoming an adult. Some, however, do more than leave their mark. Some take just as much as they give. Things become complicated once they take the entirety of your love because you outright offered it to them.—college!au ; stoner!au ; friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n yo!!! disclaimer: this initially was going to just be a long one shot but i decided to split it up into 3 parts, so just to let u all know part 1 & 2 does not have a ton of hyunjin interaction, they’re more character/plot building. part 3 is when things will get spicy ♥︎ i hope u enjoy! if u rb make sure to let me know what u thought in the tags mwah also i finally switched from ___ to yn are u guys proud of me :)

prelude.

Sometimes you really, truly, honestly think you could go right ahead and kill Han Jisung.

You say it all the time. Sometimes it’s a simple, “I will literally kill you,” or when you are feeling extra spicy, “Sleep with one eye open tonight.” He, of course, laughs it off like you aren’t vibrating with the urge to kick his kneecaps in. You seriously have lost count of all the times he has brought you to the brink of insanity.

And honestly, you have watched enough murder documentaries on Netflix that you probably could do it, but, you know, spending the rest of your life in prison does not sound that appealing. Plus, there’s the ever-troubling detail that Han Jisung is the closest thing you have to a best friend. So, it sort of goes against your basic human morals to backstab—literally—the most important human in your life.

But he really makes you crazy. Why you agreed to share an apartment with him in the first place is a mystery, but the fact that you leased it again for junior year is what really makes you lose sleep at night. Because, while he may be your best friend, Jisung is the epitome of a little shit. If such a compound word was in the dictionary, it simply would say ‘Han Jisung.’ Somehow, though, it makes you love him even more. Maybe it’s true that ‘opposites attract,’ or, perhaps, maybe it’s because no matter how much embarrassment and general self-loathing he may have caused you in the past, it has benefitted you in the end.

For example, his constant teasing about your lack of friends eventually led to you befriending a group of girls you always admired from afar. His snarky comments concerning your nonexistent social life finally got to you and now you can proudly wear the title of one of the best beer pong players in your class. His presence in general has taught you to stand up for yourself and what you believe in, whether it’s against him, your parents, a toxic friend, hell, even a professor. Proving people wrong, especially Jisung, is your favorite pastime.

Sometimes, though, it’s not that easy.

There’s one area in your life where you have accepted defeat. One area in your life where Jisung has his most fun. One area, or, perhaps one person, where you simply cannot step beyond your comfort zone.

Hwang Hyunjin is your Achilles tendon and Jisung is the arrow. There are times, along with all the times you’ve considered strangling Jisung in his sleep, where you have sat and actually prayed to the gods to send someone else. Someone not nearly as perfect as Hyunjin and someone not nearly as unattainable. Alas, these prayers, hook-ups, Tinder dates, anything to get him off your mind has proved futile; because here you are three years later, stuck with this stupid, absolutely infuriating crush on the only boy who has ever owned your heart because you outright gave it to him.

one.

You are beginning to think the two bubbly junior girls who led the campus tour you attended last year lied about the dining hall.

Correction: they one hundred percent lied.

Because even though the newly renovated food court looks nice—unscratched linoleum floors, shiny marble countertops and all sorts of seating to choose from—there must be something fishy going on with the cooks. Literally. Just last week, an upperclassman had a breakdown when she forked into her tuna (why anyone would want college seafood is another story) to find a worm right there in the middle of it. You have found little shards of glass in the yogurt and bugs even at You-Cook, but that’s all a part of the college experience, right?

“Are you sure there’s no spiders or anything? Did you check?” Beside you, Maddie watches with furrowed brows as you spoon a hefty serving of scrambled eggs onto your plate. Chuckling, you move down to grab a few sausages and a chocolate chip muffin before they are gone for the rest of the day; Lord knows, you are only a month in and carbohydrates have quickly become your emotional support, just like everyone else. “Yes, I checked,” you assure her, hiding a laugh with your hand as she leans over to further scrutinize the eggs, “I didn’t see any arachnids.”

“Good,” she hums, satisfied with your answer, “can you grab a banana muffin for me? They’re usually at the bottom.”

Nodding, you turn back to the blessed muffin basket, pushing away blueberry, corn, double chocolate, all because Maddie has to be different and go for the macadamia nut banana.

“Are those the dinosaur socks they were selling on move-in day?” In front of you, someone asks, and your first instinct is to look down at your feet just to confirm. 8:30 calculus simply turns your brain to mush and remembering how you dressed for the day is near impossible. “Yes!” Laughing, you lift your leg to get a closer look at the cute green t-rexes on skates. “I was sold once I heard they were a dollar.”

Tearing your gaze away from said socks, you look up and suddenly feel as if you have bumped into an angel. Maybe there were spiders in the eggs, deadly poisonous spiders that crawled up the spoon while you weren’t paying attention and bit your hand and now you are dead and this is the angel leading you to the heavens. That, or this simply is the most beautiful human you have ever seen up close and your brain does not know how to process it. Well, maybe that’s a little extreme, but you definitely have never been so starstruck in your life.

The boy in front of you says something but you don’t hear it, senses and thoughts momentarily Off™ as you gawk at him. Aside from the deep undereye bags you all have claimed the past few weeks, this stranger is as close to perfect as you can get. Sure, Seungmin and his roommates are pretty cute—but what the fuck?

Something tells you that you have been silently staring at him, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open for far too long when his brows raise in a mix of confusion and expectation. Shit. What did he say? Synapses suddenly shooting like fireworks in your brain, you desperately try to remember his reply but instead, all you had focused on was the plumpness of his lips as he spoke and not the words themselves.

Clearing your throat, you blink once, twice, hoping you were hallucinating the whole time and the boy in front of you is not Hercules incarnate.

Lucky for you or him, you can’t tell, but he is still as attractive as he was two seconds ago. “Sorry, what?” You blurt, loud, too loud, flinching at the sound of your own voice. Instead of recognizing that you are totally off your rocker, he smiles, a soft, toothy smile that has your muscles turning to goo.

“I said I bought them, too,” cutest-boy-in-the-universe repeats, looking down and you follow his gaze, “my roommates were making fun of me, so I’m glad I finally found someone who bought them.” Alas, as he tugs at the fabric of his jeans to slightly lift the cuff you see that he, too, wears the same socks. You think you’re in love.

“Well, your roommates clearly have no taste,” you deadpan, shakily meeting his eyes once he looks back up. He laughs softly, eyes scrunching at the action and you positively swoon until silence settles over you and he takes the opportunity to regard you, gaze sweeping down your frame and up again. You hold your breath because, 1) holy shit, you would get on your knees for him right now and 2) you suddenly wish you were wearing more than the ‘just-woke-up-to-get-pegged-by-calc’ fit.

“I’m Hyunjin,” he finally says and you release all the air trapped in your lungs. “YN,” you return, grasping his outreached hand and thanking the heavens it is as sweaty as yours. “Well, it was nice to meet you, YN,” Hyunjin proceeds, releasing your hand and offering a gentle smile.

“You too, Mr. Sock Man,” you grin, rocking on your heels and realizing with a pang of disappointment that your breakfast has probably gone cold. Well, that’s okay, because right now you are totally content standing here in the middle of the dining hall, silently staring at this Hyunjin with a stupid smile plastered on your face. And the best part? He apparently is just fine doing that, too.

“YN!” Somewhere behind you, Maddie calls your name and it thrusts you head-first back into reality. “Did you find a banana muffin? I can’t find— oh. Who’s this?” Appearing beside you, visibly shocked having found you in a staring contest with a very tall, very cute boy. “Oh, uh,” you huff out a laugh, scrambling to get yourself together, “Hyunjin, this is Maddie, my roommate. Maddie, this is Hyunjin. We have the same socks.”

Brows shooting up at the puzzling introduction, Maddie bites back a laugh and looks back and forth between you and Hyunjin. “Well, you don’t hear that every day,” smiling to hide her confusion, she offers him a small wave with her hand full of muffin packs, “nice to meet you.”

Hyunjin smiles in return, gaze quickly returning to you. “I’ll be off, then. Gotta get the waffles while they’re still warm. I’ll see you around.”

And before you know it, he’s off toward the other end of the breakfast counter.

“Um, what the fuck?” Maddie whispers excitedly as you make your way toward your usual table, elbow repeatedly jabbing into your side. “I have no idea what just happened. I think I’m dreaming,” you sigh blissfully, relieved to find that Jisung and Seungmin were able to claim your favorite booth. “No, definitely not dreaming. He’s totally into you. You have to hang out.”

“What?” You sputter, nearly tripping over your own two feet. Then, lowering your voice as you near the two boys, “I – no, he isn’t. How can you tell? That was like, the cutest guy I’ve ever talked to, and you think he’s into me?”

“Who’s the cutest guy ever?” Jisung pipes up, eyes lighting up and you curse him and his fucking bat hearing.

“No one,” you grumble, smiling softly at Seungmin when he gets up so you don’t have to sit on the end, leaving Maddie to sit next to the other one. “Is it me?” Jisung grins with a flutter of his eyelashes. He’s convinced the only reason you dislike him is because you’ve actually fallen in love with him, but that’s far from the truth. You don’t even dislike him—he’s just one of the first guys you’ve met who meets your sarcasm with as much ferocity, and that is a hard pill to swallow.

“In your dreams, Han,” you sneer, gracing him with a dramatic eye roll before tearing open the bag of your muffin. Comfortable conversation quickly falls into place as you eat, complaints about your classes, Seungmin trying to convince you to join them at the first party they will be attending while Jisung mocks you for wanting to stay home, Maddie asking where Felix is and Seungmin explaining that he got so high last night he ended up staying up past four playing Overwatch and is currently sleeping past all his classes.

Then, in the midst of guzzling your apple juice, Jisung leans out of his seat to call down the aisle. “Hwang! Come pull a chair over!”

Curiosity peaked, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and crane your neck to see over Seungmin’s fat head for who this ‘Hwang’ could be until, like the universe is really trying to kill you, the Hyunjin you met not even ten minutes ago has reached your table. “Hey,” he grins brightly, dabbing up the two boys before he glances to you, mouth promptly falling open. Certain you mirror the same expression, you struggle to find your words as Jisung and Seungmin look between you in shared confusion. “First we share socks, now it’s these dumpheads?”

Ignoring the way they scowl, Hyunjin giggles shamelessly and grabs a chair from an adjacent table to sit at the head of your booth. “It would seem that way.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. You guys know each other?” Jisung scoffs in disbelief, pointedly looking at you as if you’ve gone and disproved everything he pegged of you. “We just met,” Hyunjin replies with a shy smile, sparing you a quick glance before cutting into his waffle. Jisung looks to you and you offer an affirmative nod.

“And how are you guys friends?” Maddie asks, sensing your panic. “He’s Changbin and Minho’s roommate,” Seungmin answers.

You choke on a mouthful of juice.

“Christ, you good?” Seungmin snickers, offering a few slaps to your back. With a muffled yes, you look to Hyunjin with pleading eyes. “Please don’t tell them I said they have no taste.”

He laughs, arching a brow at you. “No way. They’ll get a kick out of that.”

“Oh, Christ,” faking a cry, you bury your face into your palms, “so much for making friends.”

“It’s okay, YN,” Jisung soothes with faux sympathy, “no one wants to be your friend anyway.”

Scoffing, the table quickly falls silent when you look up with rage in your eyes. “I bet when someone asks your parents about you, they change the subject,” you spit, shooting daggers at him before stabbing your fork into an innocent chunk of egg. To your utmost surprise but total delight, the other three burst into a fit of laughter, leaving you smirking smugly and Jisung sulking.

“Anyway,” Maddie promptly changes the subject back to her chemistry professor who has started every class playing Britney Spears. Tucked away in your corner finishing the last of your sausage and stifling the urge to get up for more, it isn’t until Hyunjin begins to speak do you realize that you have been quietly watching him the entire time. You would blame the soft morning sunshine shining through the windows and illuminating the right side of his face for making him look so ethereal, but you know that isn’t the case; from short, messy black hair, silver hoop earrings, thick, defined brows, the soft curves of his nose and the pouty fullness of his lips, you are totally, completely mesmerized.

And then, the sole of a sneaker is slammed right into your shin. “OW!” You yelp, loud, and for a moment you forget the pain in favor of the embarrassment that comes with the number of heads that turn to look at you. “Sorry. Bit my tongue,” you lie, earning an unconvinced look from Maddie. “Go on,” you nod toward Hyunjin to continue whatever he was saying before directing a furious glare to Jisung, who fails to hide his triumphant smirk as he enthusiastically types on his phone.

Just as you have bent down to rub at your throbbing leg, your phone vibrates twice against the table.

han jisung [now] stop staring, ur lucky hwang is as dense as a rock or he would have left a long time ago bc of you

han jisung [now] so THAT’S the ‘cutest guy ever’ huh? so ur straight after all

Squeezing your hands into fists, you prepare to fire back a reply that will have him crying. But he has different plans.

“Oh, Hyunjin, did YN tell you she’s a dancer, too?” He exaggerates your previous mention of dancing and has the audacity to wink at you. Thanks, Mr. Match Maker.

“Really?” Hyunjin gasps excitedly, eyes lighting up and totally missing the flabbergasted what? that sputters from your lips.

“I – well, no,” you hiss, scowling at Jisung, “I used to do ballet when I was younger but that’s it. Why, though? Do you dance?”

“He’s here on a scholarship,” Seungmin explains, “and minors in creative writing.”

“Oh,” you squeak, glancing to Hyunjin who is all but smiling like a cherub, completely oblivious, “that’s amazing. You must have a crazy schedule.” Chewing the last of his waffle, he hums in agreement. “Yeah, it gets really stressful at times. But it’s worth it,” Hyunjin chuckles. Then fucking winks.

Unable to hold his gaze, you whip your head back around in a panic and reach for the mere sip left of your juice. “Speaking of crazy schedules,” he hums, slapping both Jisung and Seungmin on the shoulders, “I must head out. This was fun. I may start crashing the party more now.” Rising from his seat, Hyunjin swings his bag over a shoulder and grins brightly. Realizing it would be rude to not say goodbye, you force yourself to look back to him and offer a feeble wave.

“And YN, don’t bite your tongue when you eat, yeah?”

You’re going to pass out.

two.

Felix likes to think of you as his corrupted child when it comes to smoking weed.

A few weeks before you would all be returning home for winter break, he came knocking on your door with a proposition. “No one wants to smoke with me. Do you want to?”

This, for sure, was not what you were expecting on a cold Tuesday night in December. Despite the general curiosity and always wanting to ‘try it’ simply to feel like a teenager breaking the rules, you told him you never smoked before. “I know,” he said with a smile, “that’s why I’m asking.”

So, you agreed. Reaching for your hand, Felix snuck you out the window and led you halfway across campus to the junior parking lot, giving you ample opportunities to back out when he felt how badly you were shaking. “Whose car is this?” You laughed in disbelief when he unlocked a beaten-up Nissan near the outskirts of the lot.

“Kim Woojin. The junior?” He replied once you settled in the passenger seat next to him. “Oh.” You blinked, confused. “He lets you smoke in his car?”

“He gets me weed, too,” Felix giggled, reaching into the pockets of his sweatshirt and coming out with two tightly wrapped blunts, each about two inches long, “I’ll turn the heat on a little so we don’t freeze but we have to keep the windows open. I’m not going to have you hotbox for your first time.” You had no idea what that meant, but you agreed nonetheless.

With a brief lesson on what to do that truly made no sense until you tried it for yourself, Felix lit the blunt, took a few small hits to get it started, and then passed it to you. Holding it gingerly between your thumb and index finger, you brought the unlit end to your lips and sucked as he instructed ‘like a straw,’ breathing it into your lungs and ignoring the faint taste of smoke. Unsure of when to stop, it wasn’t until your throat felt as if it was on fire did you realize just how much you had inhaled.

“Shit,” you wheezed, coughing and choking and watching with wide eyes at the amount of cloudy white smoke that left your mouth and nostrils. Passing it back to Felix, you scrambled for the cold water bottle he brought along, downing half of it in one go to soothe the burn. “Good?” He asked, blowing out the window and turning back to you with eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” you huffed, “give me a few, though.”

Humming in agreement, Felix connected his phone to the car’s Bluetooth and began playing what he calls his ‘getting high playlist,’ and before long, you fell in love with the feeling.

When break was over, you were dying to try it again. Felix was more than happy to be of service.

For all of March, it turned into a daily thing.

Now, you try to smoke only once a week for the sake of not dying, or something.

australian felix kjellberg❤️ [now] come hang at 201?

When the text notification pops up in the corner of your laptop screen amid your YouTube binge, your bones jitter with a mix of dread and excitement.

Dread, because that’s Hyunjin’s room. Excitement, because that’s Hyunjin’s room.

Maddie must hear your sigh. “What’s wrong?” She asks from her cozied position in bed, hand deep in a bag of popcorn.

“It’s Felix,” you start, “but he said to go to Hyunjin’s room.”

She blinks, unfazed. “And? I don’t see the problem here.”

“Well, I don’t know,” you count on your fingers, “first, I don’t know how to act around Hyunjin sober. Second, I don’t know how to act around Hyunjin high. Third, I am very touchy when high. Fourth, Hyunjin is always touchy.”

Maddie scoffs. “That’s a pretty lame argument, YN,” she laughs, “isn’t that what you want to happen?”

“Well,” she’s got a point, “yes, but it still makes me nervous. He makes me nervous.” Closing your laptop, you shimmy out of bed and debate changing out of your cotton shorts and tee shirt. Nah. You’ll probably end up going back to Felix’s and sleeping there. You put a sports bra and deodorant on and call it a day.

Maddie finds this hilarious. “You know what should make you nervous? The fact that you’re usually the only girl getting high with, what? Six guys? You know they all want to fuck you.”

“I try not to think about that, actually,” cringing, you try to erase Felix’s voice when he’s high as a kite or Changbin’s arms from your mind, “and you don’t know that. Sometimes Ryujin and Lia are there. Or, you know, you could always come. You don’t have to smoke, just come hang out. I know you want to give Minho a fat smooch.”

Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “I love you, and I appreciate the invite, but I don’t feel like babysitting a bunch of stoners, even if Minho is there.”

Laughing, all you can offer her is a shrug. “I don’t blame you,” grabbing your phone, wallet, and charger, you make your way over to her and bend over to press a goodnight kiss to her forehead, “if you need me, don’t. I’ll probably be dead.”

“Oh Lord,” Maddie cackles, watching you struggle to open the window, “don’t die. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“I’ll try,” you grin, military saluting once you’ve managed to flop over the ledge. With one last wave, you close the window behind you and thank admissions for giving you a room on the first floor.

[9:34 PM] YN: omw now, gather your forces to help me in :)

Nights in 201 are always interesting. First, their room is on the second floor, so climbing through the window is an experience. Things would be a hell of a lot easier if you could just walk in and out of residence halls as you please, but with the officer at the front desk documenting who comes in and who goes out, there would be a knock at the door at midnight asking you to leave. Second: as Maddie said, 201 means the whole squad is showing up. And when the whole squad shows up, you’re bound to feel a mix of anxiety and desire deep within your bones no matter how hard set you are on Mr. Hwang. And third: you know you’re in for one fucked up night.

[9:42 PM] YN: hereee

Standing awkwardly behind their building, you try and calm the nerves that always come when you know you will be with Hyunjin. Considering how close the two of you have become over the past few months, one would think you would have gotten a grip on those pesky feelings.

Yet again, it’s kind of hard to do that when he looks and acts like that all the time.

When the window slides open, you are expecting Changbin to hang halfway out for you to grab on to with the rest of them holding onto his legs. Instead, a tall, metal ladder of sorts is pushed out until it lands with a thud! at your feet, granting you a perfect staircase into the room.

Well, you certainly don’t see that every day.

Blinking in confusion, you do not know whether to focus on the crowd of boys waving at you from above or this abomination of a stepstool that was practically thrown out a window for you. Accepting the chain of events as just another fever dream of an experience in 201, you shake your head and begin to ascend on shaky legs, graciously taking Jisung’s hand and clinging to both him and Seungmin as they help you into the room. “Thanks,” you huff, giving them both a hug in return to their chivalry. And they dare say it’s dead!

Behind you, Changbin and Hyunjin lift the ladder-stepstool mutation back into the room and it isn’t until they have folded it into a more compact piece and set it against the wall do you speak up.

“Did you… buy a ladder?”

“Yes!” Minho bellows, thrilled by your successful entrance. “Isn’t it great?” After pulling back from a hug, he keeps his hands on your shoulders just to shake you like a bobble-head.

“Yes,” you grunt once he’s released you, head swimming, “a lot easier than hauling both me and Changbin through the window, right?” Looking to said boy, you can’t help but melt into his side when he pulls you close. “No worries,” Changbin beams, rubbing your arm, “at least we have some funny memories now.” When he moves to flop onto his bed, you realize with a shudder that you are alone with Hyunjin.

Well, technically not alone since they are all right there, but alone in the sense that they are not paying attention to you nor him.

“Hey, YN. I missed you,” he singsongs, engulfing you in one of his monster bear hugs. Disregarding the heart palpitations they may cause, Hyunjin’s hugs are truly the best and you wish you would initiate them more if it didn’t seem like such a big deal in that smooth brain of yours. “I missed you, too,” you mutter into his chest, squeezing your arms around him as if to engrave this feeling into your mind forever. “We saw each other, like, five hours ago,” he reminds you, finally pulling back and taking your will to live with him. God, he has no idea.

“And? You’re the only one here who doesn’t make me suicidal,” you lie because, in reality, he actually does. Just in a different way. “Aw,” he coos, large hand squeezing your side and you think you could orgasm on command, “good thing we have tonight, then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you squeak, finally remembering to breathe when he steps away to sit beside Seungmin on his bed. Suddenly, you are feeling incredibly grateful no one is next to Changbin because, well, 1) he is closer to Felix and 2), you need a distraction.

“Hello, Felix,” you greet the boy sunk deep in a bean bag chair, busy grinding leaves and packing them into the bowl of a bong. “How are you this fine evening, YN?” He asks once you have settled beside Changbin, brows knitting together when the older boy drapes his arm around your waist.

“Good. Tired, though. How ‘bout you?”

“You didn’t have to come if you’re tired! We all know you work your ass off, no one’s gonna judge if you chose to stay home and sleep,” Felix expresses, giving you a look that screams ‘mom.’

“No! I’m not that tired,” you assure him, reaching for his hand and squeezing for extra effect, “you know I wouldn’t miss this. You’ve made me a pothead.”

With a proud smile, he returns to his designated job and begins working on the second, smaller bong. “So,” stretching to set your things on the desk beside Changbin’s bed, you turn to him with a knowing smile, “how’s the album coming?”

“Great!” He beams, eyes lighting up at the topic. “Jisung is a great addition. Did I tell you we started meeting with someone else, too?”

“No, who?”

“He’s a sophomore, Bang Chan?” Somewhere behind you, Felix passes a bong to Jisung for the first hit. “Bang Chan? Holy shit, Binnie,” repeatedly punching his arm to express your excitement, “that’s amazing! I didn’t know he was into music production. Not that I’ve ever talked to him, but.”

“No, I get you,” he hums, giving your side a firm squeeze, “he’s really awesome making beats. I hope we’re successful.” Then, reaching past you, he takes the second bong and a lighter from Felix. When he resituates himself, he’s considerably closer than before. You don’t mind.

“Ladies first?” Changbin offers with a crooked grin, handing them to you. Then, on second thought, he holds onto the lighter to do the honors. “Sure. Thanks,” you laugh, glancing across the room to find everyone arguing over which color to set the lights to as they wait for their high. Bringing the tube to your lips, you offer a miniscule nod to him and then he is setting flame to the bowl. Sucking strong enough to generate bubbles, you unplug the bowl once he stops and breathe in as much as your lungs can handle in one go. Then, once you have exhaled, you quickly finish what’s left in the tube before passing it to Changbin with a pleased smile.

“That was a lot,” he points out once you have handed the bong back to him. “Hey, you’re the one who kept lighting it for thirty seconds. Mother would be proud,” you joke, reciprocating the same service and lighting the bowl until he glares at you beneath his bangs.

The best part about being high is the fact that you are constantly laughing. Things won’t even be that funny, but once someone starts laughing—you’re done for. You laugh so hard it hurts, and then once it’s all over, you realize it wasn’t funny at all. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like a squirrel?” Minho asks Jisung at some point. You absolutely loose it. It quite possibly is the funniest thing you have ever heard.

Pouting, Squirrel Boy leaves Minho alone on his bed to come crash beside you. “How are you, my tender oozing blossom?”

Squinting at him past the way your eyes burn, you make grabby hands and pull him close to wrap your arms around his teeny waist. Changbin grumbles in protest, but he’s too transfixed on the light’s soft in and out fade of different colors to say anything else. “Please, don’t ever call me that again,” you mumble into Jisung’s mop of brown hair.

“What?” He gasps, tilting to look up at you with puppy eyes. “You didn’t like it?”

“Nope,” smiling lazily, you rest your head atop his, “I love you, but I’m not ready for pet names yet.” His face morphs from a frown to one lit with excitement. “Holy shit, did you just say you love me? Do my eyes deceive me?”

“That would be your ‘ears,’ but yes,” you hum, brain simply not capable of denying it the way your sober self would. “More than Changbin?” Jisung whispers.

“Yes, but don’t tell him,” you return quietly, biting back a laugh.

“More than Hyunjin?” He counters. At this, you look up to find said boy sat with his legs to his chest across the room. Next to Seungmin, he looks like a giant; but a happy, pouty giant that keeps talking about how much he could go for a winter melon tea right now.

“Never.”

One and a half (half because it was just the rest of Minho’s terribly big hit that left tears streaming down his cheeks) and an unfinished game of Cards Against Humanity later, you find yourself in a blissful headspace. The song playing quietly through Felix’s speaker makes it feel like you are bouncing down stairs and then going up again, and the lights are oh so pretty, pink fading to red, yellow to green, blue to purple and so on. Things are fuzzy but crystal clear at the same time, the popcorn you’ve been shoveling into your mouth tastes heavenly, and your body feels like it is engulfed in a warm, comforting hug.

Or, that could just be Changbin.

Somewhere in between trying to get more comfortable and him yanking you to stay next to him when you attempted to get up and hug Seungmin for something sweet he said, you now find yourself on your back with a clinging Changbin on your side. You are so comfortable, but also insanely hot, and as you begin to slowly come down from your high as the hours tick by, you begin to realize it’s for another reason.

What started as an innocent hand on your side turned into his thumb rubbing meaningless patterns against your shirt, which then turned into his hand slipping beneath to splay against the warmth of your skin. Growing increasingly needy as the minutes go by, you turn to look at everyone around you. Jisung, who found himself returning to Minho, appears to be passed out with him on the far end of the room. Seungmin, curled up on the floor with a pillow and a heap of blankets. Felix, who finished off the rest of his weed, scrolls aimlessly on his phone still at the peak of his high.

And Hyunjin, who you assume has been fast asleep on his bed for a while now if the arm flung over his face tells you anything. For a moment, you feel sick with sadness. So close, but so far he lies, always a step out of reach. But you can’t deny how Changbin makes you feel—for right now, at least. And it would be a shame to miss out on an opportunity with someone else because the one you want is unattainable.

Right?

Changbin must sense the way your breathing increases, must feel the way your body reacts to the slightest of touches, yet he takes his time. He is soft in the way his hand travels up your arm, rough fingertips grazing over your collarbones before smoothing down over your chest and abdomen. It isn’t until you are about to burst at the seams does he give your ass a strong squeeze and urge your leg over his hips.

“Changbin,” you sigh, biting your lip to keep from whimpering when he begins pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the length of your throat. “Please touch me.”

He only makes a sound of agreement, savoring the way you squirm and grip onto his arm for dear life. When he offers an experimental roll of his hips to grind against you, you practically go feral. The last time you were touched in such a way was at a party in the beginning of the semester Jisung and co. physically forced you to go to, and Changbin has barely even touched you and it’s already better than the rushed sex you had that night.

“Wait,” he huffs, pausing his ministrations no matter how difficult it is to do so, “we can’t.”

“What?” You hiss, trying to keep your voice quiet, “why?”

“Because you’re high, and I’m high, and I’m not going to do anything unless you really want me to,” Changbin explains, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips when you frown in response. “But I do want you to,” you huff, chasing his mouth for another, “I trust you one hundred percent.”

“Are you sure, YN?” What about Hyunjin? is what he really means and you know he’s right. You should have never told Felix.

Trying to ignore the wetness of your underwear, you turn to lie on your back. “Whatever. Never mind,” you mumble, and when you glance back to him, you can’t help the way your heart soars with him still pressed closely to your side, blinking tiredly at you. But like he said, it’s not Hyunjin. “Just get some sleep, Binnie. Forget it happened,” smiling past the tears that threaten to spill, you ruffle his hair and press a softer kiss to his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” Changbin whispers, returning the affection with a kiss to your shoulder. In minutes, he is snoring softly beside you.

You can’t fall asleep to save your life.

Reaching for your phone to check the time, you grit your teeth once you realize it’s almost four and you definitely have been staring at the ceiling for more than an hour. For starters, you are freezing now; unlike these passed out hooligans, you are showing a lot more skin and not being under the blankets is not doing you well. And secondly, it’s hard to fall asleep when your thoughts are flying miles a minute.

Is this how it’s going to be, then? Whenever you see someone, will the little guy on your shoulder whisper in your ear that it’s not Hyunjin? Or will people deem you off limits because they know of your infatuation? People who know, at least—Changbin is the first, apparently.

Just need to get comfy, you decide, trying to ignore such thoughts and turning to lie on your stomach. Bless Felix for leaving the lights on, too—you may be coming down from your high, but the vibe is simply immaculate. Tucking a hand under your cheek and following the ropes of light on the ceiling and up the walls, you find this to be enough to calm your nerves. Enough to make your eyelids heavy. Finally.

Someone lets out a monster train snore. Seungmin, you think, biting your lip to keep from laughing. Or, it could be Hyunjin. The thought is so amusing you can’t help but squint at the boy across from you to better see his outline, hoping he will do it again just to confirm.

No, not Hyunjin.

Because he’s facing you, eyes open, a soft smile plastered on his face. Well, fuck.

No reason to panic, you console yourself, returning a gentle smile in the assumption he can even see you. And you stay like that for a while, simply watching one another for an infinite amount of time. It’s not much, but it means something, you think, lost in the way the contours and highlights of his face change with each color the lights fade to. Just as you remember the whole point of getting on your stomach was to fall asleep, Hyunjin moves. Reaching for his phone, you watch in confusion as he brings it close to his face and starts typing.

hwang hyunjin👁👄👁 [now] Come sleep w me?

You almost throw up in your mouth. You must be dreaming. Surely.

Blinking against the harsh light of your phone, you cannot help your smile as you reread the text.

[4:02 am] YN: wont that b a little sus for bin

[4:02 am] hwang hyunjin👁👄👁: If anyone asks just say he kept kicking u or something

You don’t need to be told twice. Now that he has turned onto his side facing the other direction, Changbin does not stir once you slowly move to sit up and stand, nor when you reach for the quilt crumbled at the foot of the bed to pull over him. It’s not much, but hopefully it will keep him from waking in a few hours freezing to death. Then, as you tiptoe your way over to Hyunjin’s bed, avoiding Felix now that he’s sprawled half way off the bean bag, you cannot tell if you are still shivering from the cold or if the fact you are going to be sleepingwith Hyunjin in one, tiny single bed is finally clicking in your brain. Like Maddie said, this is something you want, right?

As you draw closer, Hyunjin shifts to make room and lifts the covers for you to quietly slip beneath. “Thank you,” you whisper, pulling the blanket up to your chin and trying to ignore the feeling of being so close to him. “Of course. You looked real cold over there,” he smiles tiredly. Then, his arm cautiously curls around you to rest by your head, fingers swiping stray hairs away from your face.

“I was,” you admit. Eyes level to his lips, you strain to look him in the eyes to resist the temptation now that he’s pulled you so close. “Changbin fell asleep and I felt bad waking him.”

Hyunjin doesn’t reply. He seems momentarily lost in thought, brows slightly furrowed as he chews on the inside of his lip.

“Do you like him?” He finally asks, voice shaky with hesitation.

“What?” You sputter, shocked at such a presumption. Yet again…

“No, no I don’t. I mean—as a friend, yes, but, you know,” you trail off, squeezing your eyes shut. You desperately wish you were not having this conversation right now. “He was touching you, though. And it looked like you liked it,” Hyunjin whispers, thumb swiping against your cheekbone.

“I mean, well yeah, I did. But I’m not close enough to like him like that. It’s just a physical attraction,” realizing you are discussing what went down with Changbin to Hyunjin, you suddenly pull back and lean up on an elbow to get a better look at him, heat now spreading up your limbs like fire. “Were you watching us, Hwang?”

“Yes,” he admits, “it’s kind of hard not to.” Your heart stops beating.

“I – what?” You manage once you have remembered how to breathe. “I didn’t know you were awake, we wouldn’t have… what do you mean, ‘it’s kind of hard not to?’”

“You know what I mean, YN,” Hyunjin mutters, arm slipping around your waist and pulling you to lie down with him again, this time, your chest pressed to his. “I like looking at you. You’re very pretty.”

You definitely must still be high, because you are seriously having a hard time wrapping your mind around Hyunjin calling you pretty, as well as being so close, and somewhere deep in your mind wonders if he knows. If he knows how your heart is on the line here. Knows that with him moving closer, you are taking a huge risk.

When Hyunjin kisses you, you forget that this could be the worst mistake you’ve made in a long time. Wrapped around his fingers, you pray this is his way of saying he feels the same.

“YN!” You wake to Seungmin gently shaking your shoulder. “YN, wake up. Your phone has been vibrating for twenty minutes now. It’s Maddie.”

The wave of panic washing over you dispels the grogginess you feel from suddenly being yanked from sleep, as well as the recognition of where you are and who you’re with. Frantic, you sit up and nod in thanks to him before taking the call. “Hello?”

“Oh, thank God you answered,” Maddie cries, voice choked, “I’m sorry, I know you’re still out, but I just threw up and I feel so terrible and when I get up I feel so nauseous. Can you come home?”

“Shit, Maddie, don’t apologize,” you whisper, rushing to grab your things as Seungmin unfolds The Ladder as quietly as possible, “I’m leaving now. Don’t move, you don’t want it to get worse. I’ll be there as fast as I can, okay?”

“Okay,” she whimpers before hanging up.

“Thank you, Minnie,” pressing a kiss to his cheek, you begin to climb down. “Is everything okay?” He asks, watching as you go with a worried frown. “Yes, it’s fine. Just a little emergency, don’t worry,” praying no one is out and about watching as you climb from the back of their building, you rush back to help Maddie as fast as you can.

You stay back in your dorm with Maddie for the rest of the weekend, fetching her water and ginger ale and food she can handle, helping her to the restroom, and binging all sorts of shows and movies with her. Seungmin, Jisung, and Minho visit Sunday evening, joining you for a few hours to watch Pokémon. You think it’s just because Minho knew it would be a good opportunity to snuggle with Maddie.

You can’t help but feel disappointed when Hyunjin isn’t with them. You refrained from telling Maddie what happened in 201, too caught up wanting to make sure she was alright, and by now you are starting to feel as if it wasn’t even real. Maybe you made the whole night up in your marijuana-infused brain. And snuggled up with Jisung, you can’t help but wish it was this annoying shit you were falling in love with.

On Monday morning, Hyunjin doesn’t show up for breakfast. On Tuesday, you find out he has been hanging out with a girl he met at his favorite boba joint and apparently won’t shut up about. First, you run back to your dorm to cry to Maddie, having to explain all of Friday night to her. When she leaves for her lab, you call Felix for an emergency smoke session. When Maddie texts that she is going to be out late working on a project, you call Changbin to tell him that you really do want him to.

Like you said, it’s just a physical attraction, right?

⇢ part 2

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I might be opening up a can of worms here, but this has been bugging me for a long time. So in defense of disfavored statues, of historical documents, of books, and of Western civilization itself:

These things don't need you to swoop in and save the day on a 2000s Moral Piety Crusade with the sides reversed.

They were made by human beings, ranging everything from "mildly flawed but otherwise honorable" to what in less formal English might be called "fucked up", who were in most cases ordinary. They laughed, cried, made music, were, and did everything under the shadow of the human condition.

Adolf Hitler (yes, that Hitler) loved animals, and was a man of culture, yet look at the horrors he brought on the Jews.

The Romans did so much good for the world, but how many people do you think Julius Caesar enslaved?

Do you think Stonewall Jackson didn't love his daughters and send them off to bed with a kiss every night?

James Watson was highly intelligent and without him we wouldn't understand DNA as it exists today. He was a net benefit to the scientific profession, and he was also a staunch racist.

And everyone here knows who H.P. Lovecraft was because of a cat that didn't belong to him or even exist!

I think Tumblr really needs to hear this, since the idea of "not humanizing" unfavorable people was something I never ran into before signing up for this one-hundred-percent Grade A straight out of Dante's Inferno hellsite: Whether or not you choose to imbue them or anyone else with humanity is not your right: you CANNOT decide who is and is not worth that like some kind of deranged ADHD poster child at the Build-A-Bear workshop, like Chucky playing Hide The Fucking Soul! You're not God and I assure you you're not shining little Mr./Mrs. Perfect.

None of us are.

Everyone has within themselves the ability to be, and honestly the opportunity to be given different choices taken in life, shitty human beings. The moment you start acting as though you're above it all, the moment you pick and choose who is and isn't human - no matter how entitled you feel to do it! - the moment you try to set Thomas Thistlewood or Joseph Stalin or Jeffrey Dahmer apart from anything you can recognize, you deny that truth in a desperate bid to ignore your own imperfections.

Does that mean some of them didn't have some bad ideas? Of course not.

And does that mean in and of itself they are to be idolized? Hell no. But statues and books and carvings and paintings, any art form which is subjective, will never serve only that or any single other purpose. The purpose of reminders that these people existed, how they looked and who they were, isn't to set them on a pedestal. The ability to appreciate music created by Communists, films made by Harvey Weinstein, or even the artistic production of a straight-up Leni Riefenstahl propaganda film, isn't to say that what any of them did was right.

It's to see yourself in them.

The hardest and longest journey, as Dag Hammarskjold said, is the journey inward. If you can't handle that, and if you're so convinced you're morally pure and righteous that you can't ever have anything in common with the Bad People™, don't make it anyone else's problem. Don't sit there and threaten to blow up Stone Mountain or Mount Rushmore like Mohammed Omar on a crack cocaine bender. That will never make you the good guy here.

#confederate statues #political correctness #discourse #as for hp lovecraft's 'cat'#it was actually in a story called the rats in the walls #in reprints from 1954 onward his name became Black Tom instead #but the point remains #if we chose to only 'honor' perfect and pure and righteous people there'd be no one left. ever. because we are the monsters.

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Heyo! This is my first ask! I'm just really curious how different type of writers interpret our favorite slashers! My ask! How would Michael Myers (other slashers) be with a cute and innocent S/O IF IT'S OKAY can we get a REAL SERIOUS and scary Verizon of our babies!! Again no rush, do what you loveeeeee

Sometimes you just need a big murder man to sling you over their shoulder and drag you into the woods :/

Brahms

Absolutely going to abuse your goodwill for his own needs. You’re kind, helpful and almost naive, and all of these things will make it that much easier for him to worm his way into your affections, through whatever means necessary. He is not concerned with you actually loving him and staying to care for him out of that love - he’s perfectly happy to play pretend, keeping you in line with a combination of threats and petulant whining.

He wants affection. He’ll crawl into your bed at night, quietly insisting that you pet his hair and hold him until he falls asleep. Over time you start to do these things without him asking, knowing just from the way he approaches you that he’s come looking for your gentle touch.

He knows how easy it is for you to befriend someone, which is why he limits your time away from home as much as he can. Whatever needs to be done can be accomplished with phone calls and home deliveries, where he can pull the cord if he thinks you’re enjoying yourself too much. Any unfortunate visitors that so much as say hello in too friendly of a tone run the risk of not making it off the property.

Because he’s very much aware that you’re staying there against your will, attempts at escape are almost expected. He’s still going to be furious, but he will have plans ready ahead of time to make sure that you don’t make it too far.

The most effective thing he can use against you is any hope you might have of helping him. He’ll push you to the end of your rope, when you’re ready to give up and make a break for it, then lure you back in with a not so heartfelt plea for you to stay.

Michael

He keeps an eye on you for a long time before making a move. Maybe he’s just tired of waiting or maybe you’re getting too close to someone else, but he goes pretty quickly from ‘peeking through your windows’ to ‘in your house, waiting at the end of your bed for you to wake up and scream’.

But just because he has some sort of twisted interest in you doesn’t mean you can get out of it unscathed. He treats you like any other hunt at first, which means you have a good few hours of being chased down before you realize that his intentions aren’t to murder you.

You can scream and kick all you like, but once he’s decided that he owns you, that’s pretty much the end of it. He expects you to fall in line quickly though, and he’ll be as mean as he needs to for you to realize that you’re not getting away.

Even once he’s got you firmly under his control, he doesn’t stop reminding you of it. He watches you from a distance when you leave the house, a looming reminder that one small misstep will have everyone around you killed in retaliation.

He can show some affection, though it’s usually more than a little brutal. Things taken from the homes, or bodies, of his victims, are common gifts presented to you after a kill.

Bubba

You start out as a sort of pet, something he’s allowed to keep only because no one thinks he’ll manage to keep you alive for more than a few weeks. He’s a sucker for the timid way you look at him, interpreting your fear as a cute, but shy, demeanor.

He isn’t allowed to care for you until the rest of his chores are completed, but sometimes when the house is empty, he’ll sneak into your room. It’s more of a treat for him to feed and dress you than a task.

You aren’t allowed out of your room, but that’s another rule that he’ll break if given the opportunity. He’ll sneak you downstairs to eat in the kitchen or outside to sit in the sun, always happy to see how grateful you are to be allowed these small freedoms. He loves having you rely on him to provide the things that make you happy.

If you use these excursions as an escape route, though, they’ll end immediately. He’s more worried than anything when he discovers that you’re gone, but once you’re back where you belong, he’ll be angry. Tighter restraints and a closer watch kept on you during the day will prevent you from trying it again.

He likes to spoil you, giving you extra food when no ones around to notice, and dressing you up in the pretty clothes he finds on victims. A lot of time is spent being dressed up, hair brushed out and face smudged with sloppy makeup, and you always get a little treat for behaving well.

Thomas

Thomas craves kindness from others, but he isn’t used to actually receiving it, which will instantly upgrade you from dinner to potential family member. He doesn’t trust it at first, but so long as you continue to provide soft, kind words and shaky smiles, he’ll keep you separated from the less fortunate catches as long he can.

When it comes down to it, he’ll make an effort to keep you off the dinner table, and to your surprise the family is very happy about his sudden interest in you. You find yourself being made to choose between being killed or becoming Tommy’s responsibility, and it’s not as easy a choice as it seems.

He doesn’t like it when you’re obviously frightened, trembling and crying even after the saw has cut off, and he’ll do his best to comfort you. He treats you almost like a skittish animal at first, approaching you slowly and sliding a dirty hand through your hair. He never seems to catch on to the fact that he is the thing that frightens you, not the noise.

He spends most of his time downstairs, so that’s where you end up as well. Occasionally you stay upstairs, helping with other housework, but most often you get carried downstairs right after meals, set up on a little makeshift bed where he can keep an eye on you. He sits with you between his chores, pulling you up against his side with one big arm and keeping you in place against him.

You might not warm up to the cooking right away, but he isn’t going to let you skip meals. If you don’t eat on your own, he’ll insist, forcing small bites of meat into your mouth until you successfully keep them down. He brings you food as often as he can, usually letting you eat whatever you want from his plate before he eats himself and he’s careful to make sure that you actually swallow all the food you take.

Jason

He has a big protective instinct anyways and with someone who plays up to the urge to care for and protect them, he’ll be unstoppable. But what might start out as a desire to keep you safe will quickly become an overwhelming need to just keep you. He sees how soft you are, how gentle, and he wants it all for himself.

He isn’t mean on purpose, but he isn’t used to caring for anyone else, let alone a normal human who is more delicate than he is. His hands are rough when they touch you and leave bruises even when he tries to be gentle. You flinch away from him sometimes and even though he understands why, he can’t help but be angry when it happens.

Right from the beginning, it’s established that you have to ask for what you want. He does his best to allow you as much freedom as he can, letting you out onto the porch to sit in the sun or following behind as you walk a short path around the cabin. But he can’t always let you do as you please, often denying you access to anything out of a certain distance from the cabin, and never when he isn’t with you.

Any attempt to leave is met with a frightening amount of rage. He doesn’t hurt you, but you can’t help but be afraid that he might when you get caught sliding open an unlocked window. He’ll lock the bedroom door if he has to and you don’t get another chance to sneak out of a window after he nails them all shut.

He’s very affectionate, pulling you into his lap and just sitting with you, on the couch or outside in the grass. He’s content to do all the work, petting your hair and pressing the mask against your cheek in a half kiss, but he’ll be overjoyed if you so much as settle against his chest or sigh while he strokes your hair.

Vincent

Someone who’s too polite/nervous/naive to tell him he’s being creepy? Perfect match. He’s a romantic, or what he thinks is romantic, which really just comes across as passive aggressive and unsettling. Any sort of rejection will make him cold and angry, so you’ve got to play along if you want to keep him happy.

He sort of just skips over the whole beginning portion of the relationship and jumps straight to ‘we’re a couple and you’re mine’, even though it’s only been a week. He likes to stay close to you as much as he can, keeping you in the room while he works and curling up in the same bed when he sleeps.

Very jealous of anything that manages to catch your attention for any amount of time. You rely on him to bring you things, mainly books, to keep yourself entertained in the house, but he’ll refuse to if he’d rather you spent the time with him. He’ll whittle down your options until you have to pay attention to him - ideally, you’ll sit around all day waiting for him to show up and keep you company.

He might give up eventually if you were loud and angry, fighting him every step of the way, but your quiet, resigned attitude keeps him hoping that you’re not as disinterested as it sometimes seems. He does his best to keep you happy, to show you how well he can care for you, and he knows that one day his efforts will be rewarded.

He takes any attempt to leave very personally. It’s one of the only times you’ll see him truly angry, a firm grip on your arm as he drags you back into the house. The anger only lasts as long as it takes for him to wear himself out, breaking things in the basement and throwing supplies around the room, but afterwards he’s very depressed. He’ll crawl over to you, forcing his head into your lap and begging you to tell him what he’s done wrong.

#Slashers #Brahms Heelshire #Michael Myers #Bubba Sawyer #Thomas Hewitt #Jason Voorhees #Vincent Sinclair #Slasher x Reader #Gender Neutral Reader #xxravenxx

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Imagining The Future: Bastille's New Era Analysis

Hello all! The following is taken from the first of my new era update posts on r/Bastillecult. I highly reccomend reading all the posts on there!

Last time I had a few solid guesses with the whole Goosebumps EP transition period, so I figured I would try my luck with this new era. I've broken everything down into a few categories that should hopefully flesh out a sketch of possibilities

Aesthetic: The new logo has a very sleek design. This complete change in aesthetics is very noticable. Bad Blood was filled with literature references, a cozy and nerdy looking dan, and more earthy looking tones. Wild World focused on nihilism, movie references, and an all too realistic dystopian city aesthetic. Doom Days focused on escapism, partying, fucking, and a red and home-y vibes. The lack of color and the clean and sleek look points towards it being a more future oriented era.

Triangle: For a deeper background, I highly recommend reading u/casperwyomingrex 'spost.

The WW era triangle and this new triangle are technically called deltas. While I am by no means a geometry person, I’ve been told by a few math nerds that these triangles are technically not possible in certain plains and spaces, making them impossible. While it is likely that Bastille just needed to explore just slightly outside the normal definition of a triangle to match this aesthetic, the impossible triangle t-shirts hint that there is significance to having “impossible” triangles. This hints that there may be more in common between the WW Era and the Future Era, ie. a dystopian society.

Dystopia: Bastille created an entire dystopian corporation for WW. I remember them saying somewhere they hated the promo and touring process for this album, leading them to switch up the process for DD and the Goosebumps EP. With the record label change and covid shaking up the world, this opens up the opportunity for them to have a redo with this era, especially considering it is a fan favorite era. Many people have pointed out that hint has a vibe similar to black mirror, a sci-fi dystopian show, which would fully support a sci-fi dystopian aesthetic era.

Sound: Though the clip is only 8 seconds long, it gives us some hints about the new era. Bastille once again uses synths for sound, creating a reference to Sci Fi sound effects. The clip mirrors the effect of oscillators to create things like laser sound effects, teleportation, warping, and other “space” noises. I find the juxtaposition of Sci-fi interesting; it was most popular in the early 1900s, meaning Bastille is referencing the past, yet it focuses on the future, which in the lense of Sci-fi, would mean the 2000s and beyond.

In the lens of broadcasting, short interludes are used throughout advertising to the point where many people don’t even think about this. A lot of them are used to hook us in and signify a certain company or thing. In advertisements they are used to signify the company’s presence and to worm the product into our brain. In casinos they are used as a dopamine reward. News stations use them to signify the station. This especially could be relevant in a dystopian society. I’m mentioning this because the clip doesn’t sound full enough to be a song, rather an intro to a news station segment. I find this especially notable considering WW had a news anchor. Looking back, a few videos from wild world could hold significance. This video

has a sci-fi esc clip in the intro.

In Previous Context: In the context of ReOrchestrated, Bastille is no longer letting imposter syndrome or shitty opinions stop them from what they want to do. Meaning they are going full force into the future. There's one specific time during the ReOrch doc where the boys talk about how ReOrch made them realize they could try new shit, even if management thinks it will fail. Dan has spoken in a few interviews now about being excited about collabing (and mentioning relinquishing control to others in the ReOrch doc), a few artists have come forward about working with Dan. While it’s unlikely that every collab we’ve theorized about will go through, Dan Wilson and Ryan Tedder seem to be confirmed in the roster based off of their interviews

When considering the past, a lot of previous songs focus on nostalgia; for example, in Fake it “We can never go back / We can only do our best to recreate.” Post ReOrch and DD, Bastille has worked up enough confidence to push into making their own future, one unlimited by nostalgia and fear.

In the Context of the Goosebumps EP, Inception and Vanilla Sky are both referenced. Both of these movies mark the first time* (to my knowledge

) that futuristic sci-fi has been referenced in Bastille. There is significant overlap with dreaming and time travel, something that could definitely be applied to this era. While it could be coincidental, Bastille has been quite purposeful with using references to add to the era’s aesthetic (see Aesthetic section). Referencing them during a transition period points towards both the literal future (new era) and a new aesthetic.

*Cosmos: War of the Planets and twilight zone have both been referenced but fall into a different category of sci-fi than Vanilla Sky and Inception

In Regards to Distraction Tactics Space Week and WW, alot of it holds very similar aesthetics. This video

from WW also holds a similar aesthetic. Considering DT is linked through space and WW is linked through dystopian this might MIGHT be related.

Hints: It wouldn’t be a new Era without Dan “Soon” Smith teasing us a bit, so here are a few highlights. In this interview

, Dan says “I want to tell you but I can’t! We just want to reflect on the future…” The No Bad Days tweet and the #ToTheSky post likely plays a part in the new era, but the 8 second clip does not have any immediate hints. The art installation in the #ToTheSky post originally caught my interest when it was posted. James Turrel, the artist that created the installation, uses light as a medium to create art. The installation, called the Space That Sees, is described as an “allegory of light that we generate from inside and light that comes from outside: the emergence into space where light comes forth as in a dream." While I have no fucking clue how to interprete this allegory, I imagine space, light, and dreaming will become key players in the new era. A few other notable works of his are the Raethro Pink and Alta Pink, both of which are pinkish purplish white triangles light projections surrounded by inky blackness. The use of Bastille’s triangle logo and a flash of light purple light means there are likely deep ties between the new era and James Turrel’s creations; furthermore, he also acquired a dormant cinder cone volcano to turn into an a museum/observatory using light apertures to observe the solar system, adding further ties to the space and light themes.

Meaning: "You Don't Predict The Future. You Imagine It" I have purposely not used predict in this analysis so I don’t jinx this era. I’ve found a few variations of this saying (You Can’t Predict The Future. But You Can Create It), but all of them seem to point towards creating the future instead of guessing. I imagine not many of my predictions of this era will not be accurate because I am not the one imagining it. I feel like this might also point towards being conscious about what you want out of the future instead of merely guessing where the tides will take you. This could also be like that one story of a kid's drawings turning into real creatures because of the kid imagining it. I feel like “future” and “imagine” point deeply towards sci-fi because of the creative inventions that will take us there. This could also connect to the theory that the survivin’ coin is linked to A.A., and this statement being a motto to help someone escape addiction. Personally, I feel like this clip is the beginning of some sci-fi choose your own adventure video game, but that's my own opinion.

My Personal Crazy Conclusion: It wouldn’t be a post from me without me shooting out some crazy theories. A Light Cult Utopia. That's right. It would be the opposite of WW, meaning it would be new territory for Bastille and it would break a mold (ReOrch doc). It would also give Dan the ability to be more positive then he has been in the past, while also allowing for his normal cynical undertones. Bastille is purposeful with their references, meaning the Jonestown reference in DD might have a bit more purpose behind it. The lighter colors used in the clip would point to happiness. Considering utopias are “imagined” it would fit the phrase in the clip. Sci-fi would also fit into this as being imagined. Considering there are a few space references, I imagine that humans have imagined perfect spacecraft, further fitting sci-fi and a utopian society. Also, Dan collabed with Future Utopia on the track “What’s In A Name?” That's right, what’s in a name? The name being Future Utopia? An entire new era being the name? That right cultists, Dan ”Soon” Smith snuck this under our noses the entire time that bastard.

Summary Statement: This new era will likely bring collabs from an entirely new approach. A Sci-fi dystopian (or utopian) world, one focused on dreaming, light, and space will likely be the aesthetic for this era.

Loose ends: I am only one human, meaning I physically could not rewatch Inception and Vanilla Sky while also researching James Turrel, so there might be a few things I missed in my brief look at them. If anyone would like to read 1984 by George Orwell through the whole dystopian thing, there might be a few connections there.

Based on some things I’ve heard from a little birdy, expect some big non-album projects that tie in with this era and other things….

Special thanks to u/0verjoyed and @ ja9zimm on twitter

#bastille band #bastille #bastillecult #dan smith #kyle simmons #chris woody wood #will farquarson #long post

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wrap me in sunset and sleep [fic]

Wilde hasn’t been fine in a long time. But it’s okay; Zolf can bear the load. (Not to me. Not if it’s you.)

Word Count: 1,776 | Also on Ao3

Nights in the North are cold.

Zolf is used to the cold. Days aboard a ship, soaked in salt water and bitter air, and hours spent in the chill below ground of the mines, have both prepared him for this atmosphere.

Wilde, however, is not. The last couple of years have hardened him, yes- but they haven't changed his love of the finer things. Of the small comforts - a warm bed, a good drink, an arm around him as he sleeps.

It is this argument that convinced Zolf. "I'll be so lonely, Zolf," Wilde had grinned, with a flicker of that old, familiar spark in his eye that has always made Zolf ache. "I just can't get warm, after all that being dead nonsense."

Zolf had rolled his eyes. Grabbed one of Wilde's gesturing hands out of the air, held it close between his own. "Feels plenty warm to me."

Maybe it's his own bias. To him, Wilde is an ever-flickering flame in a world increasingly plunged into dark. Those moments, between a bloody body sprawled across snow, and the sudden gasp of breath in frozen lungs- those were darker than he ever dreamed the world could be.

And he's been living in twilight longer than he can remember.

"Then let me keep you warm," Wilde had whispered, pulling Zolf's hands to cup his face. The touch of skin on skin had felt like an open flame, and a gentle breeze, all at once.

"Okay," Zolf had said, voice barely more than a whisper.

He couldn't have dared to imagine, when they first met, how this man, this insufferably annoying bard, would change him. Worm his way under every steel guard Zolf has ever erected, and find a nook to nestle in, at home in his heart.

It takes them a while to find the opportunity. The news of the seed, the infection, the garden, parade through as cruel distractions, as if fate is counting down the extra days it can keep the two of them apart.

Finally, they return to the ship, newly fixed and gleaming. The garden has left everyone- off, a little. Distracted, and distant, drifting in a sea of memories and what-ifs and heartache.

Zolf isn't unaffected, but he learnt to live with his ghosts a long time ago. Hears their calls every night in his dreams, their sneers at every choice he makes and doesn't make. Just because they were corporeal for a little while, doesn't change things.

It's Wilde he's worried about.The garden definitely hit him worse than the others. His eyes are unfocused, stuck towards the horizon. Head cocked slightly, as if the whispers of spirits haven't left him behind. The tremor in his hands is back, his fingers cold to the touch.

He's quiet, but not in a Wilde-like way - not the stern reservation Zolf has grown accustomed to. It's lost, and vacant. As if the world is merely a stream passing him by.

Zolf links his fingers into Wilde's as they approach the ship. The gesture is accepted without complaint, without any registration. Wilde lets himself be led up onto the deck.

"Get some rest, you lot," Earhart yells down by way of greeting, from up in the rigging. "You can debrief in the morning."

"Not now?" Zolf asks, frowning.

"You look like you're all about to drop dead," she sniffs. "It won't do any good to report in this state."

"Are you being nice, Earhart?"

"Just practical. Go below before I change my mind."

Zolf tips a salute in her direction, and doesn't ask twice.

He turns to Wilde. In the dying light of the evening, the sun unfiltered by clouds, Wilde is haloed in a soft warm glow, not unlike the aura of magic he used to protect everyone in the garden. His shock-white hair almost dances in the breeze, brushing against his jaw, his slightly-parted lips, his distant blue eyes.

Zolf isn't a religious man anymore, but for Wilde he could make an exception.

"Wilde?" he asks softly. "You with me?"

For a moment, the words seem to vanish into smoke, and Zolf is more scared than he wants to admit that, maybe, the void that has gaped beneath Wilde's feet for years has finally claimed him.

Then the clouds seem to part. Wilde's eyes find his, his fingers curl to squeeze Zolf's. Something like a smile, still a little dreamy and disconnected, tugs at the corners of his lips.

"I'm here, Zolf," he says. "Thank you."

"Let's get you into bed."

"At least buy me dinner first," Wilde's smile splits into that familiar, teasing grin.

"Maybe tomorrow," Zolf says gruffly, glad that his beard hides the heat rising in his cheeks, somewhat. "If you can get a full night's sleep, I'll buy you the best dinner money can buy aboard a flying airship in the middle of the aurora."

"Is that a promise?"

Zolf takes a breath, letting the cold air sober the moment. "Yes, it is."

Wilde nods, satisfied. And maybe- a little nervous? Relieved? It's hidden under several layers of bravado, but Zolf has learnt to read every line of that face, every spark in those eyes.

"Come on," Zolf finally breaks their eye contact, feeling sure his blush has crawled to places it definitely can't hide. "Earhart wasn't wrong when she said we need sleep. You look like a strong gust of wind would knock you over."

"I bend with the wind, Zolf. Like a tree. Resilient and tall, and an absolutely stunning view."

"Yeah, yeah. And I'm the boulder that is dragging you downhill to bed."

"Lead on, good rock."

And Zolf does, not daring to let go of Wilde's hand even as they descend into the narrow, warren-like corridors of the ship.

He leads them to Wilde's room, and Wilde does nothing but smile, small and almost-hidden, when Zolf closes the door behind him.

"I'll stay," Zolf offers, as Wilde sits heavily on the bed and begins to unlace his shoes. "If you want, that is. I can stay."

"It would be pretty hard to sleep together, if you were in a different room."

"Well, yeah..."

"And it's not as if we can sleep in your room, half my legs would hang off the end."

"True," Zolf concedes, feeling half a step behind. He has never been sure, exactly, what this thing between them is. Isn't used to people wanting him, choosing him, when there are any other options to go with.

"And it does get dreadfully cold in this room, being so close to the outer hull-"

"Okay, Wilde, I'll stay. Just wanted to check you hadn't..."

"What?" Wilde's face grows serious, and Zolf's gut squirms with guilt at instantly killing the mood. "Forgotten? Changed my mind?"

Zolf nods wordlessly, unable to look him in the eye.

"Zolf." Wilde doesn't stand, but beckons him over with a hand. Hesitant, nervous, Zolf sits beside him on the bed, not quite touching.

Wilde reaches out, cups his hands on either side of Zolf's jaw. "I'm not going to change my mind," he says, slowly, watching to make sure each word lands where it's supposed to. "Whatever this is, I need you to know that. I need you to know that I need you."

"Really?" There's a lump in his throat, chewing up any thoughts of words, until they scratch and ache.

"Really." Wilde takes a careful, shivering breath. "You know I worry the same thing, about you? That you'll wake up one day and see the cracks, see that I'm this- shackle, around your ankles, dragging you down. And you'll leave me, and I wouldn't blame you even a little bit."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere." Zolf rests a hand against Wilde's, revels in the warmth, in the contact, in the quiet peace of this moment- something neither of them has known in a long time.

"That's good," Wilde breathes. His eyes have drifted downwards, but he says nothing.

"Wilde?"

"Can I-" He's hesitating, unsure. "I don't know, if you- I know you- that is to say-"

"Just kiss me, Wilde."

He doesn't need telling twice. He closes the gap in a moment, magnets drawing the two of them together.

For all that Zolf has, maybe, perhaps, in private moments, imagined what kind of a kisser Oscar Wilde might be, nothing compares to the reality. His lips are warm, and soft - gentle, but insistent. His fingers curl into his hair, resting comfortably there.

A single moment leaves Zolf breathless. Ten seconds, and he thinks he might never come down from that buzzing, lightheaded feeling.

Eventually, Wilde pulls away. Zolf follows his lips for a moment, before the world returns, the chill of the evening air, the wind outside the window, the perpetual ache in his bones.

Everything feels a little distant, in the aftermath. This night, this moment, is just the two of them, just the warmth clasped between their hands and the shiver of their breaths as their lungs try to remember oxygen.

"That was..." The words have scattered, just out of reach.

"Show-stopping? Stunning? Perhaps a little magical?" Wilde grins, preening under Zolf's gaze.

"All of the above," Zolf smiles, softly, carefully. "Definitely worth repeating."

"Maybe in the morning. After all, I need to get that solid eight hour sleep if I want to be treated to dinner, right?"

"Right."

"And before you ask-" Wilde flourishes his hands, face drawn down in an exaggerated frown, "I am the big spoon."

Zolf can't help the laugh that bursts out of him, rough and explosive, startlingly loud. "Whatever pleases you," he manages to say. "Although I have it on good authority I am very good at hugs."

"Oh, the best," Wilde nods knowingly. "But for now, I do the holding. I need... I need to know you're safe."

Zolf throws his arms around him, before Wilde can do so much as process his movements. That fracturing, spiralling look on his face is one Zolf would do anything to fold away in a drawer to be forgotten.

"I'm here," he whispers. "I'm safe, and so are you. We're going to fix the world, and go on holiday, and settle down somewhere beautiful and peaceful, with a theatre for your plays, and a bookshop with all the latest Campbell novels for me. Does that sound good to you?"

Wilde returns the hug, squeezing him as if Zolf might vanish at any moment. "You know what? I think that sounds perfect."

When they sleep, finally, rocked by the gentle drift of the ship, and the steady rhythm of each others' hearts, it's the best either of them has slept in years.

#rusty quill gaming #rqg #fanfiction #zolf smith #oscar wilde rqg #zolf/wilde #own work #morgan writes #fluff #hurt/comfort #rqg spoilers

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thesevenseraphs · 3 years

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DESTINY 2 DEV UPDATE - REWARDS

Hey everybody,

My name is Joe Blackburn, and I’m the Assistant Game Director on Destiny 2. If your free time looks anything like mine, you’ve been spending a lot of it on Europa over the past few weeks. Some of you may know me from my previous Bungie life when I worked with the raid team and on Season of Opulence. I'm back thanks to a revive from Luke and team as we work together to create a Destiny 2 future that we’re all excited about. Today I want to spend some time with you on a subject that is near and dear to every Destiny 2 player’s heart: rewards.

There’s a thing I ask a lot around the virtual office, “How are we making every Season the best time to jump back into Destiny?” Destiny is a very large and complex game, and while this is what also makes it a game we love, we want Destiny 2 to continue to evolve, to be a world with momentum.

Introducing Infusion Caps is part of addressing this, a way to make sure that the overall number of rewards Guardians need to care about in order to be competitive in Destiny isn’t prohibitive. It is also a way to continue evolving each season’s meta, while at the same time making sure players still have a ton of options when choosing what they want to bring into the next challenge. Our goal from the beginning with Infusion Caps is to improve and keep Destiny 2 fresh over time - what we’re most looking forward to is how this system will introduce innovation to the season-over-season meta, how creative builds from the community will shine, and how we can continue to deliver more unique hand-crafted gear that aligns with the world narrative and where the universe is going.

While we still are hard at work on improvements to how we rotate gear out of the Destiny Power ecosystem (what gear you can infuse to max Power), there were a few clear-cut misses with our first rollout.

The initial reward pool with this release was just too small.

It's frustrating to be playing Destiny and see another player use a weapon that is no longer obtainable in game.

I’m going to spend a lot of time talking rewards, but before we deep dive, let's get the TL;DR out there. These are the big commitments we’re making today.

With each season in Year 4, Destiny 2 will grow the overall Power ecosystem for weapons.

With very few exceptions, all weapons you can take to the Power cap should still be earnable in game.

Future annual releases will contain more new weapons to collect than Beyond Light or Shadowkeep.

GROWING THE POWER ECOSYSTEM

With Beyond Light we took on the huge challenge of rebuilding our technology from the ground up. One of the benefits of this was improving the speeds with which we could make and update Destiny. You’ve already seen some of those gains since launch, with updates such as buffing the Legendary engram coming in much faster than we’ve been able to do in the past. But Season 13 will be here in just a couple of months (very soon in the world of Destiny development), so let's talk about how we are continuing to leverage our technology to act with agility.

Season 13 is the first chance for us to prove our commitment to growing the overall Power ecosystem with each release in Year 4. We want to make sure that, with each new season, there are more weapons to take with you to tackle that Nightfall Ordeal or Master Bunker E15 than there were before.

While I won’t be spoiling what new stuff you’ll be able to chase in our next season, I did want to touch on a few changes we’ve made to the reward offering specifically based on what we’ve seen in Beyond Light.

In Season 13, we’re adding six new Legendary weapons to our ritual activities, two each for strikes, Gambit, and Crucible.

In addition to the weapons above, Nightfall strikes are getting three unique weapons, with The Palindrome, The Swarm, and Shadow Price all making their Destiny 2 debuts. If you’re brave enough to take on Grandmaster Nightfalls, you will be also able to earn Adept versions of these weapons.

KEEPING CURRENT

Season 13 not only represents the start of our commitment to growing the Power ecosystem, but it also is an opportunity for us to improve how we can keep Destiny accessible to new players. New Guardians are essential to the health of our community and, as with our investment in features like the “New Light” introduction on the Cosmodrome, we must also invest in making sure the reward structure of Destiny is approachable to everyone.

In a recent patch, we added the Season 10 and 11 weapons to the world drop pool and we removed the Season 9 weapons. This was important for a few reasons.

We want to make sure that players have a way to earn all Power-relevant weaponry in the live game. If a group of new Guardians is just getting into Grandmaster Nightfalls and they see guides on YouTube involving Warmind Cells, we need to provide a path for them to participate.

At the same time, we don’t want to be clogging up the reward streams with weapons that are about to exit the Power ecosystem. So anything that’s only going to be around for a few more months shouldn’t be something a player can accidentally obtain.

In Season 13 we will continue to allow all players to gain Season 11 and Season 12 weapons in the world drop pool while Season 10 weapons will be obtainable through a more prescriptive source. This means that Legendary engrams will no longer reward these soon-to-expire weapons. If you want to chase a specific piece of soon-to-be-capped loot, you’ll find it with the Gunsmith. This is all part of our larger commitment to making sure that players can always earn anything they might need to take on challenging activities. That said, this will require a few exceptions and some updates to the live game.

As far as exceptions, we don’t plan on adding methods for players to acquire holiday weapons like the Braytech Werewolf outside of participating in those yearly celebrations. For updates, this does mean in Season 13 we will be adding limited time quest weapons like Felwinter’s Lie, Whisper of the Worm, and Outbreak Perfected to the Exotic Kiosk in the Tower.

QUALITY AND QUANTITY

After covering things we’d like to change, I want to spend some time talking about what must stay the same. Destiny is a game built on exciting rewards. From Bastion to IKELOS_SMG_V1.0.2 to Falling Guillotine, the rewards over the last twelve months have continued to evolve the way Guardians play the game. In Beyond Light, I believe the Rewards Team nailed it again with incredible new Legendary perks like Recombination, Thresh, Chain Reaction, and Reconstruction. Alongside these perks came what I believe is one of the best lineups of Exotic weapons and armor in Destiny history.

But where we succeeded in quality, we failed in quantity. Even as Season 12, the Deep Stone Crypt, and the full breadth of Europa weapons came online, the total count of weapons in Beyond Light is lower than we want. So, we’re making the commitment now that our future annual releases will have more weapon rewards than Beyond Light or Shadowkeep.

There’s no way for us to make more rewards at Destiny’s standards and still maintain the health of our current team, therefore we’re going to reinforce the Rewards Team with more talent that will allow us to deliver quality and quantity in the future. Molding someone new into a master Destiny gunsmith takes time. This isn’t going to be a change that the community will feel next week, but it does put our best foot forward as we step towards The Witch Queen and Lightfall.

PREHEATING THE OVEN

Increasing the Reward Team’s size is one of our long-term initiatives, but it is not the only upgrade to our gear rotation plan that we want to get into the oven. We envision a better solution for how armor intersects with Infusion Caps. The personality of armor comes from mods right now, so gaining a new piece of armor often means just trying to find a piece of armor that replicates the stat allocation you already have on a piece in your vault. While we are not ready to talk concretely about armor plans right now, we do want to get more gameplay novelty on armor itself so that looting a piece of armor in a new season has the potential to change the way you play.

Expect to hear more about armor and other holistic upgrades to the way gear rotates in and out of the Power ecosystem as we harden plans in the new year.

And that new year will be here before you know it. A big chunk of the team will be taking some hard-earned time off to rest and relax ahead of coming back to the studio and diving into 2021. We have a lot of work to do and, while I’m looking forward to the break, I also can’t wait to get to work on some of the huge stuff we’ve got coming in the new year. Without spoiling too much, here’s a brief teaser of some of the things that are on their way in Destiny 2, Year 4:

Transmog will be coming with Season 14. More details to come. (See work-in-progress screen captures, below. Not final, may change!)

DDOS protection for Destiny 2 players on all consoles will be coming in Season 13.

The Vault of Glass raid returns.

Crossplay is coming in 2021.

Two strikes (Fallen S.A.B.E.R. and Devil’s Lair) are coming to Destiny 2 in Season 13.

Legendary and Master Lost Sector rotation will be expanded to include the Lost Sectors on the Moon in Season 13, and there will be new three new pieces of Exotic armor to chase.

RETURNING TO ORBIT

Now that I’ve ranted longer than a raid leader on Val Ca'uor, let’s wrap this thing up. 2020 has been a hard year for so many folks out there, and I hope that Beyond Light has been able to be a bright spot over the past couple of weeks. Playing Destiny 2 alongside you helps keep us going. We’re going to keep our ears and eyes open for more feedback as we continue towards 2021. I hope your holiday treats you well and can’t wait to share more Destiny with you in the new year.

Thanks for your time,

Joe

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hiii are your requests open? I just wanted to request a imagine where harry is jealous y/n was hanging out with some of her male friends and he call her and pick her up from the club she is and they fight in the car, a little angst and then it end up smutty 🥴

because i managed to delete my first response im sorry if this is shitty sigh...............

so the way i’m imagining this is ...

You and Harry had made plans with your friend group to go out this weekend. It had been a long week for everybody so this was your perfect getaway to let loose and forget the responsibilities of adult hood for just one night.

So that Friday night you were anticipating the night, and you couldn’t wait to feel the familiar burn of alcohol trickle down your throat. When time was ticking down to finally head out, Harry had walked through the door of your shared home, giving you the news that he wasn’t feeling the best and it would be best if he stayed home to get some proper rest.

You wanted to stay home with him because going out without him just didn’t feel right but he insisted you go and have a good time because just like him, you deserved to have a night out. After a lot of convincing, you made your out with your friends, promising to text him throughout the night, keeping him updated on your whereabouts.

It was when you stopped texting periodically that Harry grew worried and frustrated because minutes before, you were posting videos on your Instagram – and most predominantly, the men that attended the night with you – yet you hadn’t responded to his latest message from fifteen minutes ago. He knows he shouldn’t be going crazy because you were allowed to not have to check in with him because you are a grown adult, but he still wishes you wouldn’t ignore him.

Then when thirty minutes passed and it seemed you had no intention on texting him any time soon, he called you. You hadn’t posted on your story either in some time, so really he was just seeing if you were okay at this point. Not for any other reason or anything.

You answered on the last ring, scurrying off to the bathroom to accept the call and so you could hear Harry properly. “Hey!”

“Y/N, why haven’t you been answering my messages?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his question, quickly scrolling through your phone to see that you accidentally clicked on his message from before but forgot to respond. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see your text, but yes, it’s going great! Wish you could be here, Tom and Nick are heading up next for karaoke. They went before and it was absolutely atrocious, thought they could give it another try.”

Silence loomed over the other end of the phone, making you quickly wonder if you had accidentally hung up the call. You tended to do that sometimes and you needed to learn how to not click away so fast.

“I’m coming to get you,” you finally heard from Harry, and you made a face as if he could see your confused expression.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem drunk, I’m gonna come get you. You’re at Jake’s 58 right?” He questioned and in the distance you could hear the faint shut of a door, and you could tell he was already on his way.

“Harry I had one drink an hour ago–”

“I’ll see you soon, stay there.”

Then he hung up the line and left you in a pit of complete and utter confusion. You looked to your phone as if it held the magical answer as to what crawled up your boyfriend’s ass, because from what you could tell from his monotonous voice, he wasn’t in a chipper mood. If this was all over you missing a simple text from thirty minutes ago, he sure had some explaining to do. He wasn’t your father, he didn’t have the right to rain on your parade like this.

Storming out of the bathroom, you quickly walked over to where the rest of your friends are, ushering a small apology for your early departure, blaming it on not feeling well anymore. No one suspected a thing even though you were sure it was obvious you were angry.

Bidding your goodbye, you marched your way outside and into the cooler night air. Even though you were angry to be outside, you were somewhat grateful because it felt refreshing to feel the chill of the night wash over your skin, contradicting the hot air from inside because of the overcrowded space.

Keeping yourself busy on your phone, you thought of all the ways you were going to put Harry in his place when he arrives. It was just so hard for you to believe that he could act like this without any justification. When you saw the familiar car park against the curb, you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the sight of Harry’s face. Normally, you wanted to see his face every second of every day, but in this moment, he was the last person you wanted to lay your eyes on.

Walking up to the passenger door, you opened it and slammed it behind you as you settled yourself on the cool leather seat. Locking your seatbelt into place, you let out a very obvious huff, letting him know that you weren’t happy with him.

When Harry opened his mouth to speak after a few moments of awkward and tense silence, you were quick to talk over him, just the way he hated.

“Care to explain your hypocracy? You were so insistent that I go out, yet here we are now as you are insistent to get me home.”

“Y/N–”

“You’re not my fucking father, Harry. I’m allowed to go out and have fun and drink if I so choose to.”

By this point, you turned your body fully towards him, using your hands now as you talked, and whenever your hands came involved, you were deadly serious. Harry knew this, he knew you would be angry, but that didn’t stop him from acting like a fool.

Choosing to ignore your statement, Harry brought up another matter that still tied into you leaving early. “Don’t you have work in the morning anyway? Can’t be out too late, love.”

Your eye twitched.

It legitimately twitched.

“No. I got someone to cover my shift since I thought I would be out late,” you enunciated your last syllables, making it clear that you knew what the fuck you were doing with your life this night.

You weren’t some rebellious and irresponsible teenager, you know how to take care of yourself, and when you should be home if you have fucking work in the morning. He was acting more and more like your miserable father and you were growing more and more impatient with him.

He hummed in response, silence now falling over the two of you. The soft melody of the radio didn’t help to ease the uncomfortable atmosphere in the car and you were sure nothing at this point would. And when he finally pulled into the driveway of your home, you hardly even let him put the car in park before you were hopping out and striding up the steps to your front door. Taking your keys out of your purse, you inserted the small gold object, and hastily pushed the wooden door open. You hear Harry sigh behind you as you made your way into the kitchen, looking to get some water to see if that could calm you down at all.

You just didn’t understand why he was acting this way. It made no sense because he knew what you were doing and he knew where you were going and he knew who you were going with because he was originally involved in these plans! There was nothing he had to worry about, yet here he was, worried about you all because you didn’t answer a small text within two seconds?

You just couldn’t wrap your head around what made him this way, because the last time he was like this, he was–

Oh. My. Gosh.

When you heard him situate himself in the living room, flicking the TV on to some late night show, you rushed over to him, standing in front of the screen with your hands on your hips.

“Are you seriously jealous right now?”

Harry was quick to shake his head, which automatically meant that, yes, he was. His eyes flickered behind you, trying to avoid your stern gaze because he was feeling awfully nervous under this spotlight.

“Harry! How many times do I have to tell you you’re the only one I want?” You chided, tapping your sandal clad foot against the floor.

Harry pursed his lips, furrowing his eyebrows together and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you with those familiar pouty eyes.

“Harry,” you whined, knocking your head back in disbelief that he was seriously jealous.

“And how many times do I ‘ave to tell you Jack’s had his eyes on you since the moment you two met! Saw the way he was looking at you on Nick’s story, if he could, he would’ve fucked you right there on that table,” Harry snarled, the corner of his mouth turning up just slightly in irritation.

You let out a laugh at that one, not able to hold this back any longer. It’s true that Harry has told you countless times Jack has some sort of feelings for you, but that in no way meant you reciprocated them. Jack was a know-it-all who liked to think he was funny when in reality, he was just being a misogynistic idiot.

You stepped over to Harry, sitting down in the spot next to him on the couch, draping your one leg over his lap while your other bent at your chest. “Jack is a jerk who would never get the opportunity to touch me like you do. The only person I want fucking my brains out is you. So stop being a li’l bitch and accept that,” you patted his cheek sweetly, earning an eye roll in return from him.

Looking down to his lap briefly, Harry looked back up to your eyes while taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his mouth to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles. “‘M sorry for ruining your night. Just hate seeing him around you when I’m not there. Never know what can happen to you.”

“Just try and talk to me next time, yeah?”

Harry nodded his head in agreement, leaning forward and connecting your lips in a small kiss. A small kiss that led you to now want more. Harry was back in your good graces, and since you didn’t work tomorrow, better make the most of this night.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

“Can you fuck my brains out now?”

He looked back to look at your properly, eyebrows shooting up on his forehead as his eyes widened at shock at your crass words. But, then that infamous smirk wormed it’s way on his lips, and his pupils dilated as he responded, “Do you even have to ask, darling?”

Then his lips connected to yours in a feverish manner, sending your mind into a frenzy as he laid your body down on the soft cushions of the couch, his body leaning over yours. There was nothing slow about the kiss as his tongue wasted no time in pushing into your mouth, running over yours. He enjoyed the remnant taste of the fruity drink you consumed earlier on in the night, basking in the sweet flavor.

Your one arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling his torso closer to yours, your nails scraping over his back through the material of his sweatshirt. Your other hand traveled down his abdomen, quickly ducking under the sweatshirt and grazing his warm skin before you pushed past the waistband of his basketball shorts and cupped his growing erection in your hand. Harry wasted no time in rutting his hips into your hand, softly moaning at the pressure of your palm pressing down on him.

Removing his lips from yours, he trailed hot kisses down your jaw and your throat, leaving wet patches across your skin that felt cool as air continued to flow over them. Soon Harry nestled over your sweet spot, taking his time over the area, enjoying you squirming a bit under him as he bit softly into skin before sucking on it and running his tongue over the damaged skin.

At this point, you officially tucked your hand into his briefs now, wrapping your fingers around his girth, pumping him slowly and grazing your thumb over his leaking tip, earning a hiss from him. But, when he moved to fasten your movements, you removed your hand, very much wanting to be a tease, because when you tease, he really fucks you up, and since you didn’t have work in the morning you didn’t have to worry about hobbling the rest of the day. It would be completely worth it in the end.

Lifting his head from the crook of your neck, his darkened eyes bore into your own, a scowl resting over his sharp features. “Baby. . . you know I don’t like when you’re a tease.”

You loosely smiled at him, running your tongue over your swollen lips in your best seductive manner. Lacing your fingers in his hair, you pulled him closer so the shell of his ear was pressed to your mouth, your breath fanning over his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

“What’re you gonna do about it. . . Daddy?”

And before you knew it, Harry departed from being on top of you. He all but ripped your jeans off your legs, along with your favorite pair of blue panties, leaving your bottom half completely naked and all bare to him.

All clothes were removed within seconds from both of you, and next Harry was flipping your body over so your chest was pressed to the cushion, and he lifted your hips up so your ass was now in the air. Giggling at his sudden assertiveness, you wiggled your butt at him to which he then smacked down hard on you, and you’re positive your skin was bright red now. You let out a yelp as he delivered another blow to your behind, then wrapping your hair around his fist and tugging your head back.

With his free hand, he dipped his fingers into your slick folds, gathering up your moisture and you could hear him put his digits in his mouth and suck on your juices. He moaned around the taste, bringing his fingers about to your center, slowly trailing from your dripping hole and to your throbbing clit.

“So, so wet for me, baby.”

You wanted to response vocally, but the only sounds that could come out of your mouth at this moment were breathless whimpers as Harry rubbed fast circles on your sensitive bud, but then would stop all of a sudden, taking a break for a few seconds before he would continue again.

Talk about being a tease.

When he didn’t hear words leave your lips, he leaned over your body, his mouth now pressing against your ear as he continued to attack your bundle of nerves. “Isn’t that right, Y/N? All wet and all for me, right?”

When you went to speak, he thrusted his fingers into your cunt, abrupting your train of thought, causing you to let out a guttural groan as his fingers caressed against your walls. He knew what he was doing, because you knew he hated when you didn’t speak up to voice your thoughts with him, and that would only encourage him to put you in your place; but since he was doing all of these things to your body that left you speechless, he knew you wouldn’t be able to respond like he wants.

You’re fully convinced he’s the devil in disguise.

“Words, love, need to hear ‘em. Who’s making you feel this good? Who has you dripping down your thighs, your walls clenching, your clit throbbing? Who, Y/N?” He growled in your ear, pumping his fingers in and out of you at much faster pace now.

Soon enough that familiar knot in your belly was growing tighter, and your legs were growing weaker as they began to shake and convulse at your impending orgasm. But, in order to reach your climax, you had to say something so he wouldn’t stop. So again, you went to talk but then Harry stopped all of his movements completely, pulling his fingers out of you, causing you to whine and push your hips back to get back the attention.

What you didn’t expect though, was Harry to replace his fingers with his cock so soon, thrusting into you quickly, hardly giving you time to adjust to his size before he was snapping his hips against yours in a hasty pace. His balls slapped against your clit at the speed, his tip hitting that special spot inside of you over and over again. You were a mess to say the least as you instinctively pushed yourself back to meet his thrusts, needing him to go rougher.

Placing his hands on your hips to stop your movements, he got the memo and pounded himself harder into your wet pussy, and pretty soon you would be seeing stars.

“C’mon, baby, use your words. Scream it– who’s doing this to you?” He murmured this time in a gentler tone, which was completely contradictory to his current actions.

That pressure in your stomach grew more intense and Harry could feel it too as your walls clenched around him, practically trying to push him out at the tight squeeze. And when you felt him twitch inside of you, you knew he was moments away too.

“Yo–” you started to say, but Harry yanked your body upwards so your back was fully flushed against your chest. He wrapped his large hand around your throat, applying slight pressure because he knew this is what would send you over the edge in due time.

“My name, Y/N, say my name,” he groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. His one hand that wasn’t wrapped around throat came up to your breasts, squeezing each one under his palm, finger tips tugging on your hard nipples, the sensitive sensation working as a push to let go of that knot.

With one final hit of your g-spot, you were seeing stars and didn’t even hesitate to scream out his name. You screamed his name as best as you could with his hand around your throat, a string of curses following and long drawn out moans. Soon, Harry followed in your steps, his own groans leaving his mouth as he released inside of you, coaxing your walls in load after load of cum.

You were both breathless, and when he let go of your body, you couldn’t help but collapse forward, gulping down as much air as you could, as if you had been suffocating this entire time.

Deciding to get someone to cover you in the morning definitely may have been your best decision as of lately, teasing Harry following close behind. You were at content with your night now, but you had a strong feeling Harry wasn’t planning on giving up any time soon.

You were proven correct when he spoke up, “Need you to clean me, love. Want your lips wrapped around my cock now.”

He wasn’t going to give you any sort of recovery period any time soon, and honestly, you were okay with that.

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