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jmstoesblog · 3 months

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It’s not over

Pairing: possessive! Ex-boyfriend! Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: Seems like the story with your ex was not over yet.

Warnings: smut, makeout, humping, fingering, dirty talk, little degradation, public sex, sex in the restroom, somebody hearing you two, he calls oc a bitch,

Wc: 2,200+

Note: this is my first time writing smut, let me know if I could do anything better. I wanna improve myself. Also the character “sehun” is not supposed to represent anybody. He’s just an imaginary character. I left the ending open cause I don’t know how to end it 😭 not proofread!!

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“Thank you.” You smile at the boy, sehun, as he pulls out the chair for you.

You’re on a date with him. He’s your work friend who’s had a crush on you for a looongg time.

When he got to know you broke up with your ex- boyfriend—Jungkook— he could finally ask you out but you rejected him because you weren’t ready to be in a new relationship yet. After a few months— 3 exactly— you decided to give in and have one date with sehun.

He’s not really your type but you’re giving it a chance because, why not? Jungkook wasn’t your type either and you two dated for two and a half year.

Jungkook knows what he wants, he’s bold, can be a asshole sometimes, is a pervert, only thinks with his dick… and the list goes on.

But on the other hand he is very sweet, caring, funny and cute!

But dating him was…. different.

He is really possessive and gets jealous easily which results in you two having angry sex.

But you still loved him…… until he got too much and you decided you two are better off alone.

Jungkook was heartbroken and tried getting back with you but you stood your ground. He would buy you gifts and flowers. Come to your work at lunchtime and try to take you out. You remember one time it was raining like crazy and he was outside of your house on his knees, begging you to take him back, and promised to be better.

You were stubborn and didn’t give in because you knew he wouldn’t change.

A month ago he stopped all of this and finally left you alone. You’re not going to lie you do miss him but it’s better this way.

“So, what do you want to order?” Sehun sweetly smiles at you and holds your hand which is on the table.

You smile back and hope he doesn’t notice you’re uncomfortable with him touching you like that, “The steak sounds good. I think I’ll order that.”

“I heard the steak here is the best!” He smiles, you smile back. He has a cute smile!

After he placed both orders, he tried to start a conversation with you as you were not trying to bother to start one.

It hurt him because he knows you’re not like that. You talk a lot but he just assumed you were in a bad mood.

“I’m sorry, I just feel weird.” You apologize noticing his uneasy state.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He’s so sweet, you feel bad for behaving like that.

“It’s nothing, just a weird feeling.” He nods, not questioning you further.

After the drinks arrived, you gulped down the water and almost spit it all out.

Jungkook was here.

He was smirking when you looked at him with shock and fear in your eyes. He was sitting a few tables away from you.

He head skinny jeans on, hugging his thick thighs. He is wearing his usual combat boots, a black shirt with a leather jacket. He is wearing many jewelry’s like rings, chains, bracelets and not to forget his piercings. Silver hoops adorn his ear on both sides, his hair is parted in the middle and don’t hide his eyebrow piercing. Looking down you notice two lip rings. Oh god.

His smirks widens at you checking him out like that. He still has that effect on you.

“I-I need to use the bathroom.” You cut him off and leave, not waiting for a response.

You enter the bathroom and enter a stall.

“Shit! What do I do!? Why is he here?? Ugh!” You groan in frustration.

After a month of leaving you and giving you hope he’s leaving you alone, he comes back?!

The bathroom door gets opened and from under the stall you see…. black combat boots….. he whistles noticing the restroom is completely empty, except you hiding somewhere.

He whistles louder and opens the first stall door. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty again. He slams it shut. He keeps going until he is in front of the stall in which you are in.

He whistles even louder.

“Oh, baby.” He laughs. “Open the door. Wanna talk to you.”

“No, are you crazy? You can’t just come into the ladies room like that!”

“Calm down, nobody’s here… except us, so open the door while I’m asking nicely.”

You take a deep breath and open the door, “Look, you have to go, we’re over.” You try to make him understand.

“You decided that! You didn’t give me any chance to prove myself! You just told me that right of the bat and left without hearing me out first!”

He takes a step closer, standing in the doorway now.

“You just gave up on our relationship— our love— like that! You didn’t give us a chance. You didn’t give me a chance to prove myself, I’ve changed!”

He takes another step.

“Why don’t we give us another chance?” He now speaks in a softer voice, trying to convince you. “I will forget about that little boy waiting outside, yeah baby?”

“If you choose to come with me now, all is forgotten baby. I’ll treat you dinner after that we go to my place and I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, yeah?”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re only thinking with your dick right now, Jungkook!” You push him back. “I have had enough! I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you understand!?” You yell at him.

He clicks his tongue, “i have had enough too, you know? You’re acting like a bitch right now, you know that? I’m trying to save our relationship and you’re acting like some stupid bitch.” He takes a step closer and closes the stall door with his foot.

He pulls you closer by your waist. “Why can’t you understand? It’s simple, I want you, you want me.”

“It’s not that simple. You act like a possessive controlling freak. And I’ve had enough of it.”

“I don’t want to be with yo—“

He slams you against the wall and smashes his lips against yours, kissing the life out of you. You try pushing him but he’s too strong.

“What do you even see in him, huh?” Jungkook mumbles against your lips, “bet he can’t even satisfy you,” he chuckles darkly, “can’t even protect you, like I do.” He kisses you again, “can’t make you laugh like I do.”

Your lips and his lips are swollen from all the kissing, he smirks at the sight, “you look so pretty,” he smiles, “you even dressed up…. for him.” His smile drops.

“It’s a date, did you expect me to come in sweatpants and a torn shirt?” You state the obvious, in a duh tone.

“No, I expected you to not come to this date at all. We’re not finished, how can you start dating after 4 months? Did the two and a half years mean nothing to you?” You can tell he’s hurt by your actions.

You feel……guilty?

You do love him, but it was getting too much for you.

“I changed. I really did, baby. Give me a chance and I’ll prove myself to you.” He sounds sincere.

He closes the space between you two and gently kisses you, holding your head in his large hands. This time you kiss back, lost in the pleasure.

He moves his head down and starts sucking on your neck. Soon his gentle sucking turns into harsh biting, you moan at the feeling. He makes sure to mark your whole neck, so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially sehun.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, “you smell so good.” Jungkook come back up and pecks your lips before telling you to jump which you do. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a squeeze, “want you.” You whine, Jungkook clicks his tongue, “oh? Now you want me?”

“You wanted me to beg, baby? Is that it?”

Your core is right above his hard cock. You start humping and moan in delight, “feels good, baby?” He chuckles into your ear.

He presses his hand firmly on your clothed pussy, “I can already feel you drippin’ for me.”

He slaps your count making you wince. He torns your panties, you gasp, “they were expensive!”

“Don’t worry I’ll buy you hundreds of them.” He mumbles before leaning in to kiss you. In the kiss he slaps your bare pussy causing you to gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, your arousal is on his hand.

He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth and explore it. He sucks on your tongue and moans.

He circles your hole and abruptly pushes a finger in. He knows you like being fingered while he is wearing rings, sometimes it hurts but that adds to the pleasure. The mix of pain and pleasure is just too good.

You hide your face in his neck, “s- so good!” You moan, “yeah? You like that?” He says in a husky voice.

“You like it hard, don’t you? You filthy slut.” You whine at his words, getting more turned on. He sinks another finger in.

His wrist flicks up, fingers going in and out of you at a fast pace, “want more,” you bite his neck to quieten your moans, “more?” He asks you, you nod, “please.” You beg.

Jungkook likes being in control and having you beg for him, turns him on and boosts his ego.

“Please, what baby? What do you want?”

“Want you in me,” he leaves little kisses on the side of your face, “Yeah? want my cock in you?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod, your mouth parting from the pleasure. Jungkook chuckles at your state.

Just as you’re about to come, he pulls away, “I was about to,” you don’t finish your sentence as you whine. Jungkook lazily smiles, “I’m gonna give you something better.”

You unwrap your legs around him and stand on your own legs. He pushes his pants down along with his underwear after unzipping his pants. You drool at the sight of his hard, thick, veiny cock.

You drop to your knees, ready to suck him off. But Jungkook stops you, “As much as I would like to have my cock in your mouth, I don’t have the patience to wait anymore.”

He pulls you up by your shoulder and slams his cock into you, he swallows your moans and screams by kissing you. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his size.

“Fuck, baby! You’re so tight.”

He starts moving slow, letting you feel all of him. “Faster,” you plead.

He starts going faster and smacks your asscheek before groping it and giving it a good squeeze.

Meanwhile, sehun is sitting at the table wondering why you’re taking so long. He decides to look for you, “maybe she needs help? or something happened!?” He gasps, standing up and making his way to the restroom.

“Should I go in? No, I can’t.” He talks with himself.

Meanwhile you’re having one of the best fucks ever, Jungkook grips your chin and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Did she leave? No, no, her purse is still here.” Sehun talks with himself, earning glances from people but he doesn’t care, “is she taking a poop? That long?”

“Jungkook im sorry,” you apologize and he starts laughing, he throws his head back, “now you’re sorry? Once you get this cock your brain starts thinking? Aren’t you a pathetic little slut?”

You whine loud at his words. You know he doesn’t intend to hurt you with his words.

“Will you come back to me now?”

Tears start rolling down your tears, you nod. He smirks, “all it took was a fuck?” He laughs at you, mocking you.

“Y/n?” A gentle knock is heard.

You widen your eyes and jungkook doesn’t stop thrusting into you. He slowed down his pace tho.

“Y/n , are you in there? Are you okay? Did something happen?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and you shoot him a glare, before you’re able to speak Jungkook starts thrusting into you fast, skin clapping sounds resonating of the walls.

You moan loudly and sehun widens his eyes and quickly leaves. Not just the door but the restaurant.

He saw Jungkook earlier but thought it’s coincidence that your ex boyfriend is also here. But seeing him follow you after you went to the restroom was weird. He had a feeling something was fishy and he was right. Guess your story with your ex boyfriend didn’t end yet.

“That’s right, baby. Let him know who you belong to.” You moan louder, “good girl.” He praises you.

“Just like that. Good.” He grunts.

You’re too lost in all the pleasure, forgetting your ‘date’.

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justmeinadaze · 3 months

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Little Girl Gone Part 4 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Officer Steve harrington/ Gangster Eddie munson & Doctor fem submissive Y/N, SMUT, degrading, some spanking, LOTS of dirty talk, handcuffs, slight overstimulation, after care of course.

ANGST, Jason causing problems before the meeting with his dad. Mentions of explosions and shooting. Eddie being sexily intimidating <3, Steve's dad makes a cameo and undermines the readers profession like a dick. Slight cliffhanger ending...I guess. Idk lol

Word Count: 5993

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“Last chance, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your hold on Eddie’s arm tightens as you exhale out your nerves. This entire week had been rough not just on you but them as well. You were ready for it all to be over so you could just enjoy being with the new men in your life. If this is what you needed to do for that to be done so be it.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

As you smile up at him, he leans down to kiss your lips making you laugh as you quickly wipe away the lipstick that lingered on his mouth.

Both your demeanors hardened as the door to the venue was opened and Eddie led you inside.

***

The gangster ran into the hospital room with you trailing behind, glancing at the chart that was attached to the wall as Steve stood by Chrissy’s bed side.

“What happened?!”

“Witnesses say they don’t know. Just, suddenly, her store was fire.”, the officer relayed with a sigh. “It’s all gone, Ed.”

“It says here she should be fine…physically at least.”, you add as your sad eyes shift towards the unconsciously girl in front of them.

“We-we can rebuild her store. That won’t be an issue—”

“EMS found a note pinned to her sweater.”

Steve handed him the slightly charred piece of paper that Eddie read aloud.

“No, Kiddo, this moment…this is me at my most masochistic.

Three.”

“The fuck does that even mean?”

“It’s a quote from Kill Bill. Everything but the three. I don’t know what that means.”, you answered, trying to hide the fear and worry.

Placing his hands on his hips, Eddie begins to pace.

“I really think you two should stay in my apartment until we get this resolved.”

“You and I both know I can’t do that.”, Steve murmurs as his face scrunches in thought. “And we both know she’s not because of her patients.”

A knowing smirk flashes along your features as you shrug.

“I don’t like this. I still think—”

“I know what you think, Ed, and I’m telling you no.”, the officer cut him off. “You already went and attacked him once and look what’s happening.”

“I feel weak, Steve. Like I’m letting him get away with this bullshit.”

“You’re not weak. If anything, he’s weak for reacting this way.”, you respond as you wrap your arm around his waist and in response he kisses your forehead.

“I just… I’m still going to have some of my guys watching over you two. Y/N, Gareth will be in the clinic with you and Steve, Jeff can linger out of the way so he isn’t seen.”

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“Jesus, ALL of Hawkins High Society is here.”, you murmur as you two enter the garish ballroom style area where extremely well-dressed people had gathered.

Eddie had taken you shopping and bought you a beautiful (expensive) red evening dress that flowed to your ankles but had a slit up to just below your hip. He had bought you some equally expensive jewelry to match except for the bracelet around your wrist.

“I know it’s not as lavish as what Tony Montana here got you but I saw it in the store and it made me think of you.”, Steve blushed as he hooked the bracelet to you and spun it around. It was a simple silver chain but in the middle was what looked like a heartbeat reading you see on ECG machines at work. “Since you, ya know, stole the other half of my heart.”

“Wow, Steve Harrington. That was smooth.”, Eddie chuckled. “Um, here. Here’s MY other half as well.”, he grinned softly as he slides one of his rings onto your finger.

“Yeah like you said before, ‘rich people trying to make themselves feel better.’.”

Eddie insisted you both should stand out so not only would people see you together and know you’re his but it would draw the eye of Mr. Carver so he’d hopefully come talk to you two. His suit matched your outfit with a red button up but every other piece on him was a crisp black that made him seem even more handsome.

While your hair was down around your shoulders, his was up and pulled back so you could see his face a bit more. Occasionally during the car ride, you would lean over and kiss his cheek just because you could making him beam over at you as he squeezed your hand.

Leading you to the bar, he ordered you both a glass of champagne making you giggle as you watch him chug it down and ask for another.

“Nervous?”

“Uh a little but not for the reason you might think. I’ve never met Steve’s parents. I’ve heard stories and of course they don’t know about us but for some reason I still want them to kind of like me.”, he playfully winces making you laugh harder.

“That’s normal, baby. You love him so you want them to like you; to approve.”

Grinning in your direction, Eddie leans down to kiss your cheek while you were taking a sip from your glass.

“What was that for?”

“I’m just so glad we met you. I wish it was under different circumstances but—”

“One bourbon, straight, please and thank you.”, Steve sighs heavily as he leans over the counter waiting for his drink. “My parents are on their bullshit tonight.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”, you whisper with a smile as he thanks the bartender again and knocks back his drink.

“Steven, I thought you were bringing everyone back something.”, a man practically whined as he came up behind him.

“I was. Dad, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N and—”

“Edward Munson, sir. Nice to meet you.”, Eddie greeted as he enthusiastically extended his hand for him to shake.

As the officer turns to grab the drinks and hide his smirk, you subtly bumped him with your hip.

“Hm. I’ve heard your name around town. Very prominent young man. What do you do exactly?”

“Management you could say sir.”

“And you young lady? Are you a real doctor or just one of those professor types?”

“Um, I own my own clinic and treat patients.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

“It’s Hawkins Virtue Clinic on the lower west side.”

“Ah on the crime riddled side of town where people can’t even afford napkins from a restaurant let alone healthcare.”

Your gaze shifts to Steve who tilts his glass towards you in a cheer gesture with a little smile as he knocks back its contents.

“I guess you could say that. That’s why I don’t charge them more than they can afford.”

“How do you make money then?”

“It’s not always about money. For me, all that matters is people can live long healthy lives.”

“Not in Hawkins, honey, but it’s a cute dream. Come on, Steve, your mother is waiting.”

“I’ll see you peasants later.”, he teases as he winks and follows his father.

“Well, that was a good test run.”, you joke as you turn to face Eddie.

“Yeah, hopefully George isn’t that cynical.”

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“Thank you for keeping an eye on me these past few days.”, you beam at Gareth as you both walk to your car.

“Of course. It’s actually been oddly exciting. I learned that green is never really a good color especially on or IN your skin unless its vegetables, obviously.” He grins when you laugh. “I also learned that sick kids are VERY loud and nurses deal with way too much.

“They really do. I try to give them raises as much as I can to show my appreciation but it’s hard with my lack of funds.”

“I’m sure Eddie could help if you asked.”

“Oh, no. I couldn’t impose.”

Your guard paused, holding his arm out to stop you as well.

“Stay here.” Drawing his gun, he slowly walked forward towards your car, scanning the interior and around the side. Noticing a note tapped to the door handle, he carefully pulls it off and reads the contents before his wide eyes meet yours.

“Y/N RUN!”

As he starts sprinting your way, you suddenly feel heat and a strong wind that knocks you off your feet as your car explodes.

***

Eddie’s tires skid as he slams on his breaks when he arrives at your clinic. Bypassing all the fire fighters and EMS, he entered the building hunting for you.

“What happened?! Baby, are you alright?”

Silently, Steve grabbed his partner’s arm and dragged him off to the side. Digging into his pocket, he handed Eddie the note that was taped to your car.

“I'm not gonna kill you. Your job will be to tell the rest of them that death is coming for them, tonight. Two.”

“I looked it up, it’s a quote from another movie involving revenge. And I’m assuming—”

“He’s counting down.”, Eddie interrupts. “I’m going to fucking kill that son of a bitch.”

“No, hey. We have a plan, remember? Right now, she needs you.”

After coming back around the corner, Steve shoos the EMS people away as he sits beside you in your waiting area with his pencil and pad pretending to take your statement while the gangster takes a seat on your other side.

“Princess, look at me. Are you ok? Did you get hurt?”

“Uh, no. Gareth, he, um, he did though.”, you respond as your tear-filled eyes meet his. “I tried to do what I could, Eddie. H-He was badly burned. I-I-I don’t have stuff here for those kinds of burns.”

Tilting you against him, he presses your head to his chest as you sob.

“EMS said that he will most likely be ok and if you hadn’t been there he would have died. Honey, you saved him.”

“H-He saved me, Steve.”

“You’re both staying with me. No arguments.”, Eddie announced as you nodded.

“I have to go in and fill out my report—”

“Steven…”

“I know, I know. I’m probably next but there’s nothing I can do, Eddie. I have to go in and do this. Plus, I have Jeff and a station full of cops. I’ll be ok.”

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“I’m going to go smoke a cigarette, sweetheart, ok? Don’t go far.”

You nod as you watch him reach into his pocket and pull out his pack as he disappears out on the nearby patio. Glancing at all the people around you, you suddenly feel extremely isolated completely unsure of what you should be doing.

“Don’t let them see you crumble.”, an older man chuckles as he steps closer to you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I know what it’s like to walk into this sea of rich people and feel completely out of place. When my father and I moved here, we had nothing but a few pennies in our pocket but he knew how to finagle. Networked his way to his first 100K and used that to start an empire.”

“That’s amazing. My, uh, my grandparents were the same. They said personality goes a long way in any business. My grandma opened a tutoring center on the east side and helped so many underprivileged kids go on to college. My dad thought she was ridiculous. ‘You’re barely making ends meet, ma!’”, you roll your eyes.

“Ah, one of those.”, the man smiles. “I inherited my father’s company and then gave it to my son. Did your grandmother do the same?”

“Oh, no. She got sick pretty early on in her life and I moved in with them to help take care of her. It’s what actually sparked my interest in medicine. I’m a doctor and I run my own clinic, Hawkins Virtue.”

“Oh! I’ve heard of that place. You help a lot of people who are struggling.”

“I try.”, you grin, happy to meet someone who seems to genuinely find interest.

“Do you need funding? I’d love to come by and see what you do.”

Shifting your gaze, you notice Steve watching you intensely from beside his parents.

“I would like that very much. I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.”, you introduce as you offer him your hand that he takes and kisses the back off.

“George. George Carver.”

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Steve sighs as he heads out of the police station to go home. Placing the ear bud in his ear, he taped his phone to immediately call Eddie.

“What’s going on?? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m fine. I’m on my way now.”

“Ok, stay on the phone with me till you’re almost here.”

“Heh. I love when you get protective.”

Eddie listens to every footstep with anticipation as the officer heads towards his car.

“You’re my Paladin, babe, but I’m the Master. I can take care of you to.”

“You’re such a nerd.”, he chuckles, pausing at the sight of the note on his windshield.

Trying not to startle his boyfriend, he carefully removed it as he backed away from his car.

“Killing's got to be accepted. Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. One.”

Something suddenly whizzed passed him, shattering his driver’s side window.

“Fuck me.” As soon as he hit the ground, multiple rounds of gunfire went off around him. Steve could barely hear Eddie in his ear as he crawled behind a nearby vehicle and waited.

“STEVEN! ANSWER ME GODDAMN IT!”

“I’m ok! I’m ok!”

Pointing his gun towards the car, he fired a few rounds before it disappeared around the corner.

***

Eddie paced as you cleaned the cuts on Steve’s hand he had received from all the glass on concrete. The gangster was on edge since he had to wait for police to scope the scene and take the officer’s statement.

“Fucking asshole. Steve, I’m sorry but I can’t let this slide. Two of my friends are in the hospital and he almost killed you two.”

“No. He wants to kill us in front of you remember. This was just to toy with you and us.”

“I don’t like the casual way you said that.”, Steve teased as he pokes your nose with his free hand.

“Excuse me. Not a joke here!”

“You’re right, baby. Talking with his father won’t be enough. He crossed a line but we need to focus on this first to keep Y/N safe. After we handle that, then we can handle him.”

“I may have an idea that won’t upset his father IF we get that approval and will get your message across.”, you announce as they give you their attention.

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“Mr. Carver.”

“Ah, Mr. Munson or should I saw Edward. We don’t want to confuse you with your father now do we?”, the man laughs light-heartedly as your gangster circles a protective arm around you. “Do you know Dr. Y/L/N here?”

“Oh, please, sir. You can call me Y/N.”, you beam trying to remain as calm as possible.

“Yes, sir. I met Y/N when she saved me from a nasty wound I got. I had heard of all the things she’s done for the community so, of course, I had to get to know her better.”, he grins as he pulls you closer.

“That ‘nasty wound’ wouldn’t have been inflicted by my son per chance?” Eddie stiffened a bit beside you as the man gave him a once over. “Yeah, I know you and Jason don’t get along but that doesn’t give you the right to invade his turf and kill his best friend.”

“If I may, Mr. Carver, is there a private place we can talk?”

“No, you may not. Whatever is going on between you and him doesn’t involve me. You two are in charge now. Handle it.”

As he starts to walk away, you reach out to grab the man’s bicep.

“Please, sir. So many innocent people have gotten hurt just in this week alone. Your son is throwing a tantrum over something he started and is upset because Eddie didn’t let it go like his father used to. Please, just listen to what he has to say. We don’t want anything in return or anything like that. Just…listen.”

Jason’s father sighs as he glances you over.

“You would even decline the generous donation I was thinking of giving to your clinic? That’s a lot of funds that could help a lot of people.”

“This will help more.”

At your sentence, he blinked and stood up straighter.

“Ok. Ok, Mr. Munson. Let’s talk.”

***

Jason exhaled as he took off his tie and laid his gun on the kitchen counter with his keys as he headed towards his living room.

“Long night?”

“Jesus Christ, dad!”, the man jumped as he clutched his chest. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were going to the fundraiser event tonight.”

“I was busy.”

“I hope you weren’t busy with anything involving the Munson crew.”

As his father rose to his feet, Jason stood up straighter.

“I told you. That asshole killed Andrew—”

“After you broke into his girlfriend’s house and pulled a gun on him?”

“He killed Patrick and my friends!”

“AFTER you kidnapped his friend WHO IS A COP and beat him up! You stupid idiot!”, his dad growls as his son flinches. “What’s this I hear about you starting fires, blowing up cars, and doing shootings outside of a police station?! And leaving these moronic notes like this is some gangster movie!”, George shouts as he grumbles the papers he was given and tossed them his way. “This is not how we run our business, Jason.”

“Edward Munson needs to be taken out.”, he seethes.

“Edward Munson will be left alone and so will his crew. That includes Steve Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N. Do you understand me, son?”

“Are you kidding!? He just gets away with killing my friends?!”

“BE GLAD I DON’T KILL YOU! Sit down!” Jason cowers at his father’s anger as he sits on the couch. “If you weren’t my son, I’d have gotten rid of you for how sloppy you’ve been. That being said you still need to understand that there are consequences to your actions.” Looking past him, George addresses the darkness behind his son’s ear. “He’s all yours.��

Something sharp stings the gangster’s neck as his world begins to spin.

“I trust whatever you come up with, Mr. Munson, the punishment will fit the crime.”

As you and Eddie come into view, Jason’s world goes dark.

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“Good morning, sunshine.”, Eddie jests as Jason’s eyes flutter open. “I wouldn’t wiggle too much if I were you. The view up here is pretty great but not when you’re falling down eight stories.”

The rival gangster’s eyes finally adjust to see the other man in front of him with you and Steve on either side. He tried to move but soon realized he was bound to a chair with duct tape over his mouth, completely at your mercy as he was perched near the edge of a tall building.

“You know, I’m a fan of movies myself. The one thing my father and I could connect on was The Godfather trilogy. Did you ever see those, Jason?” The man’s only response is trying to tug at his restraints. “No? That’s ok. The third one is utter garbage but that second one. Oof…so good. There’s one line in there that always stood out to me. ‘Chiedi di me ai tuoi amici del quartiere. Ti diranno che so come ricambiare un favore.’”

Stepping forward with his hands in his pockets he continues.

“It’s Italian. ‘Ask your friends in the neighborhood about me. They'll tell you I know how to return a favor.’”

The rival gangster’s eyes widen as Eddie kneels to his level, balancing on his heels as he speaks to him again is a soft tone laced subtle venom.

“You crossed a line, Carver. If it were up to me I would have killed you and your entire enterprise after hurting Steve and threatening Y/N. After the stunts you pulled this week, I almost did. You can thank this young lady here for talking me out of it.”

Jason’s eyes flick to your angry ones before looking at the other man again.

“She also suggested we talk to your father which was a brilliant idea. He’s very levelheaded and kind of funny. Right, guys?”

“Hysterical. He thought what you did at the police station was so amusing he recommended I take you in and throw you in a cell with Allen since you miss him so much.”, Steve quipped with a smirk.

“After blowing up my car and breaking into my apartment, he thought I should use some of things I learned at medical school as a punishment. Oddly enough, castration was the first thing to came to his mind. I told him I didn’t think you had any balls to remove since you were acting like a five-year-old.”, you add making Eddie’s smile widen.

“He also suggested we make the punishment fit the crime thus you’re ours for the next week, buddy!” As the gangster lightly taps his face, Jason starts to cry. “But, Carver, I’m not going to do that. Do you know why? I’m not my father and I’m not like you. I don’t kill for pleasure and I don’t like hurting people. I want this to stop. But make no mistake…” Eddie reaches for Jason’s throat and squeezes it between his ringed fingers. “If you ever threaten or hurt these two again or even fucking think of coming on to my side of Hawkins, I will burn your side to the ground and make you regret ever being born let alone taking your father’s mantle. Am I being clear?”

Ripping away the tape his lips, the gangster squeaks as he continues to cry.

“Yes! I understand. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Eddie.” After tapping his cheek again, Eddie turns taking your hand in his as you three head for the door to leave the roof of the building. “Hey! What about me?!”

“Oh, we’ll call the building super in the morning. Just…don’t lean back.”, Steve answers with a sarcastic thumbs up as the door closes behind him.

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You giggled in Eddie’s arms as he held you to him, kissing your lips with vigor as he carried you up the stairs with Steve trailing right behind.

“You…are…amazing.”, he cooed between each breath as he fell with you onto the bed.

“You really are.” Steve added as he threw himself beside you and began sucking on your neck.

Ringed fingers glided hastily up the slit in your dress, moving the silk blocking your core, and effortlessly pushed into your entrance, pumping in and out so quickly the sound of your arousal filled the room.

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“You got me so hard, sweetheart, watching the way you took control talking to George. Jesus and in that beautiful fucking dress.” Your hand floated down to cling to his as his digits inside of you moved at a relentless pace. “I had to keep telling myself to focus because all I wanted to do was push you against that wall and fuck you till you couldn’t walk straight.”

Steve gripped your chin turning you so your lips could meet his as the gangster’s head fell into the nook between your head and shoulder.

“You’re a bad girl now, baby. OUR bad girl.”

“Tr-treat me like one.”

The officer chuckled at your needy tone as you panted into his mouth.

“Yeah? You want us to show you how bad girls get treated?”

“P-Please…please. Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“Ask nicely, Y/N.”

Leaning your head against the gangster’s, you murmured consistent pleas, begging for relief that he granted as the coil snapped and you practically screamed his name. Offering his fingers to his partner, Steve licked them clean before leaning over you so their lips could mingle together.

After digging in one of his drawers, Eddie produced some handcuffs and passed them over to Steve who took hold of your wrists restraining you to the headboard.

“These are my own set so they should feel more comfortable on your skin than his steel ones.”, Eddie grinned as he kissed your lips.

“Babe, you forgot to take off her dress.”

“Fuck, silly me.” Grabbing the slit in the fabric, he yanked it apart tearing it up the middle till it split in half and fell away. “There we go.”

“No bra, honey? Definitely bad girl behavior.”

“Eddie told me not to wear one.”, you whine as Steve’s gaze shifts his way.

“What? I like her tits. Sue me.”

While Eddie removed his suit, the officer yanked down your panties and tossed them onto the floor while he kissed your lips.

“I bet you want to suck my cock, don’t you dirty girl?”

“I do. Please.”

“I like that. Keep beginning me like that.”

Jumping back into bed, the gangster took hold of one of your legs and lifted it over his shoulder before guiding his cock into your entrance.”

“Oh my god.”

Fingers circled tightly around your neck as your eyes met Steve’s anger filled ones.

“I said beg me for my dick, little girl.”

“P-Please, Steve. I wanna—fuck, Eddie—I wanna choke on your cock. Please! I need it!”

Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and shimmied down his pants enough to free his length, allowing it to hover over your lips.

“Tap three times loudly if you need to stop, ok?”

“Yes, yes sir.”

“Oh, look at that, Eds. Little girl found her manners.”

Eddie smirked as he continued to slam his hips into yours at a rough pace, his thick fingers digging into your thigh as he used it for leverage.

Opening your mouth, you prepared for some the things they had been teaching you. Flattening your tongue you waited, mewling when he finally gave you what you were begging for. As his cock slid down your throat, his fingers tangled in your hair and you focused on the feeling as he slowly thrust his hips.

“Good…good girl. That’s it. Shit, baby. That’s it. You’re almost taking all of me.” Feeling your body tremble, Steve holds you still, allowing you choke and gag around him as you cum. “Yes! You’re ok, baby. Just a couple more seconds.”

Tapping once, you signal you need air and he immediately pulls out to pet your head, murmuring praises as Eddie slows his rhythm to almost a complete stop as he caresses your leg comfortingly.

“Good girl, honey. You did so fucking good. It took all my energy not to cum to but I want to cum inside your tight pussy, pretty girl. So beautiful. What color are we at, Y/N?”

“Green, baby. Green.”

At the word, the gangster lifts your other leg, pushing them together as he slowly thrusts his cock deep inside you.

As your eyes roll back and you moan, Steve kisses away your tears before murmuring against your lips, “Do you still want my dick, baby girl? Do you want me to fuck your pretty little throat? Feel us both deep inside you. I wonder if I can feel myself here.”, he coos as he gently places his hand on your neck. “I know I can feel Eddie fucking you so good. Right, honey?”

His large palm trails down your skin till you feel him press on your lower belly making you whimper louder as your back arches and you tug on your restraints.

“Yeah, he’s right here, nice and deep.”

Eddie grunts as his pace hastens, his partners words amping him up as Steve smiles. Lifting up on his knees once more, the officer holds his tip just above your lips, chuckling as your tongue needily reaches for him.

“Don’t forget what we talked about. Tap if you need to breathe or stop, baby. I’m gonna fuck your throat hard, ok?”

“Y-Yes. Please—fuck—please.”

Sliding his dick into your mouth, your eyes squeezed shut as he did what he said, constantly hitting the back of your throat over and over as the obscene sound of you gagging and drooling filled their ears. Both men became almost feral at the noise, Eddie shaking the bed as he pounded into you and Steve tugging harshly on your hair while mumbling under his breath.

“That’s it, little girl. Jesus. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Atta girl. Choke on my cock, you dirty little whore making a fucking mess. Mmm!”

Your legs abruptly hit the mattress as Eddie fell on top of you, wrapping his arms around your back as he rolled his hips into yours. The officer pulled back, stroking himself with his hand as he watched you both cum together. The gangster laid still trying to catch his breath as Steve reached down to play his hair.

“Fuck me. This pussy is too good.”, Eddie groaned as he sat up and lightly spanked your behind. “I’m glad it’s ours.”

After pulling out of you, both men shared a passionate filled kiss as they switched places, Steve wiggling underneath you so your back was on his chest. While the officer ran his palms over your breasts and along your sides, Eddie took hold of his partners cock, spitting over the tip before running it between your folds, teasing you both as it grazed your clit.

“Please.”, you whine.

Smirking, he did what you asked as the two of you groaned. Steve’s hands gripped your thighs, holding your legs open as he planted his feet into the mattress and thrust up into you.

“Fuck.”

“God, sweetheart, I wish you could see you both from my angle.”, the gangster moaned as he watched his boyfriend’s cock disappear inside you as he stretched you open. “Fuck me. Stevie didn’t even have the patience to take off the rest of his clothes.”, he chuckles, faltering the man’s rhythm as Eddie tugs his pants that had been pooled at his ankles the rest of the way.

Dropping your legs, one of Steve’s hands pulled your hair back as his other roughly kneaded your breast.

“Move your hips.”, he growled as you mewled, trying your best to bounce and roll your waist. “Harder, little girl. Make yourself cum again.” He continued to grumble with a rough tone in your ear, commanding you to move faster repeatedly while smacking your tits with his palm. Screaming his name, you stopped moving as your body shook against him and you pulled hard on the cuffs above you. “Atta girl. Fuck, I can feel your pussy quivering around me. You’re gonna give me one more and I’m gonna cum with you.”

“I…I can’t.”

“Color, princess?”, Eddie whispers as he presses his nose to your cheek.

“Green.”, you mumble as the tears stream down your face.

“Yeah? Fuck you look so beautiful like this with your make up running down like this. Fuck, baby. You can do it. You can give us one more.”

Steve starts moving again with purpose knowing he won’t last long and you most likely will spent after this. After licking his fingers, the long-haired man places them on your clit, rubbing circles into your nub as your sweaty head leans back while the other man clings to your waist.

“There you go, Y/N. Come on, baby! One more. You can do it!”, Eddie encourages, both men moving so fast you don’t even realize it’s coming till your orgasm hits you like a freight train. “Good girl! Good fucking girl.”

Circling his arms around you, Steve’s pace becomes sloppy till you feel him warm your insides as he grunts in your ear.

“Please…please…no…no more. I can’t.”

“No, sweetheart. You did so good. I’m going to uncuff you ok?” You nod as the gangster releases you from your binds and you wince at your sore muscles as you slowly bring your arms down. Steve carefully turns you both onto your side before pulling out of you, mumbling soft apologies as he tries not to hurt you. “Whenever you’re ready, we’re going to take a bath, ok? It will feel good on your body.”

After a few minutes of them smiling tenderly at you as they caressed and kissed parts of your skin, you signaled you were ready and Eddie lifted you into his arms as Steve ran the water. Doing what had become the norm, the gangster lit a cigarette as he sat behind you on the edge of the tub with his feet in the water as he began to clean you. What was new was when the officer pulled a wet wipe from a bag and kneeled beside you to clean your face.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, um, makeup remover. I bought it a while ago before all the bullshit happened for when you spend the night with us. Chrissy said this was a good brand for girl’s skin but if you have another just let me know.” It took him a moment to realize you two were staring at him with small smiles on your lips. “What? Hey, I’m a nice guy!”

“Yes, you are, pretty boy.”, Eddie coos sassily as he leans over to give him a peck as the man rolls his eyes.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

His eyes remain downcast as he throws it away and places the bag on the counter.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. WE want to…want you to be comfortable…and happy. Are you? Happy I mean.”

Tilting his chin, you kiss his lips as well making his smile grow.

“I am happy. Thank you for everything. It means a lot to me.”

Eddie’s already prepared when you lean your head back to kiss his lips as well making you giggle when he lingers making a loud mwah sound.

“Just because we settled the stuff with Jason doesn’t mean I’m out of danger does it?”

Both men freeze in place as they blink before Steve climbs into the bath in front of you and Eddie slides in behind you.

“No, it doesn’t. There’s always going to be people that want to challenge me and just because we scared Carver doesn’t mean he won’t fuck up again.”

“And like I told you before, now that people know you’re with Eddie, it may cause some ears to perk up with the police which may put more eyes on you than you’re used to.”

“But, sweetheart, we promise you we will do everything we can to keep you safe. I’d hurt or kill to protect you just like with Steve.”

“And, honey, I would hide evidence or lie to anyone in the department to protect you. Not just from people but any kind of jail time.”

“You’re ours, Y/N, and we will take care of you no matter what.”

You can feel their eyes penetrate you as your own remain off to the side as you absorb what they are saying.

Gently, fingers grip your chin, turning you to meet Steve’s soft honey hues.

“You can still leave if you want to. We can come up with a story to explain the party if you still want to have some…semblance of normalcy.”

“Whoa. Steve Harrington is breaking out the big words.”

You laughed at Eddie’s joke as the officer narrowed his eyes in playful annoyance.

“I don’t want to leave. I…”

You want to say it so bad. You want to tell them that you love them. But it’s only been a couple of months and they’ve been together for almost a year. No. You don’t want to scare them away after everything they just did to keep you safe. No…

“I…I trust you both.”

When you flash them a smile both men grin back as Eddie hugs you against his chest and Steve kisses your forehead.

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sonny-bunny!! i would luv to hear some of ur gojo headcannons hehe!! [also hiiii i absolutely luv your work nd youre super adorable *kisses* (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)]

WAAH ME??! no!! you’re the cutest!!!! thank you so much sweetpea!! mwuahh!! <33 side note: wrote a whole lot n then tumblr crashed): mso upset):

even though i kiiinda give this trait to all my favs cause i think they’re so cute-hegehshs go has dimples!! right in the middle of his cheeks, deep when he smiles n he often pokes them when he’s thinkin. he won’t admit it but he really likes gettin kissed there!!

he’s real into jewelry!! watches, rings, bracelets— but he especially likes chains! the thinner ones, but plated with real silver/gold. s’a settle flex on his part, specially cause he only really wears the chains. the rest are occasional! plus he likes when they dangle in your face. speakin of!! his ears are pierced. he’s got glimmerin rocks in each ear, subtle but a nice touch!!

he moves a lot in his sleep. starts off cuddlin you, then ends up on his tummy, then his back, then the opposite end of the bed.. he takes the blankets with him too. if he’s fightin in his sleep he’s fightin in bed, kickin around n probably accidentally punchin you on several different occasions):<

gets all soft n mushy for nicknames. he could be mad at you— real mad even, but toss in a ‘honey’ or ‘baby’ n he can’t stay mad for long… least not at you.

go has long fingers, n his cock is equally as long (duuuhh how else d’you think he got them that way? all that practice wrappin em around his dick!!), but not painfully so. the perfect size! n he curves upward. most japanese men are uncircumcised but i feel like gojo isnt!! his cock is pretty n pink (though his nipples are dusted pinkish-brown), n his balls are symmetrical. you could even say they’re pretty. wanna say he has breeder balls (hehe that’s so silly) but mgonna give that one t’toji—

nyway! he has a happy trail too! he keeps it trimmed around the edges n shaved clean, not a hair out of place or overgrown! go’s a real pretty boy, in a way!

he has it bad for pouty lips. somethin about em— maybe it’s cause that’s where he looks when someone’s talkin? he’s not sure, but he loves em. specially after kissin em or bitin em or havin em wrapped around his dick— theyre so pretty. s’probably why he keeps his own lookin so shiny— he wants pretty boys with pouty lips t’ask him what he uses. may or may not have used that one on you

prefers sloppy sex. tha’s it. the messier the better. unrelated but since he works a lot he keeps a bunch of… homevideos of the two of you on his phone. n a screenshot from one is probably his lockscreen. you’ve caught him smilin at it of all things!! smilin!!!

secretly bakes as a hobby!! his treats are kinda hit or miss, but he eats em all up anyway! whenever he’s makin somethin you have to sit on the counter n watch (cause he “said so”), but he’ll eventually feed you the ingredients once he’s decided they taste good himself!

#ALSO THATS THE CUTEST NICKNAME V’EVER HESRD?!#ahhh i love him));#𐂯 ! ⊹ 𝓉𝑜𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓍 — ᵎᵎ ₊˚

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dionysus x, m | jjk x ♂wiyllt x myg

pairing(s): jungkook x male wiyllt x yoongi — important: contains m/m pairing— male OC is male whatifyoulivelikethat aka me, the author ;)

summary: Not saying they are in love. It's possible. Jeon Jungkook is certainly feeling something. Somehow it's become strangely domestic between him and the man named Dionysus on social media. Min Yoongi wants to be sure about something. And the only way to be sure is to try and dom his lover, who so happens to be the same man Jungkook is into. Ah.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; important! male OC and Yoongi are pansexual and Jungkook is bisexual; this whole thing is extremely gay; discussions about ♂wiyllt's sexuality; D/s smut (hyung kink, handjob, praise kink, cumming on each other's dicks, unprotected anal sex using cum as lube, spanking, m-receiving oral, voyeurism); non-idol!BTS - dom!male OC x sub!Jungkook, dom!Yoongi x sub?male OC; Jungkook's POV to Yoongi’s POV; I hesitated posting this because I'm basically telling you how I would have sex if I had a dick and, well, this is wiyllt, yup

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“I hate you, Jungkook.”

“I told you not to make it a competition, hyung.”

Those dark, dark eyes narrowed, sending a delighted shiver down his spine. Jeon Jungkook found himself smiling, half from amusement, half from knowing he shouldn’t be smiling so earnestly at someone who was so clearly annoyed with him.

But that’s what made it fun.

“Fuck you, man.”

Jungkook bit his lip, desire crawling all over his skin.

Please.

“I’m so fuckin’ sweaty, shit.”

The hand Jungkook knew well raised, long fingers gripping the back of the white t-shirt. A rare moment where he was wearing absolutely no jewelry. No sterling silver rings, no heavy chain bracelet, just flexed knuckles that were slightly red from use, yanking up and pulling the shirt over his head in one swift swoop. Heavy, hot exhale, turning slightly, shaking his lightly sweaty hair out. Long black strands now in thick waves, insistent fingers pushing the majority to the left side.

Broad back on display, displaying black ink along the left side of his spine.

what if you live like that

The words glistened, rivets of sweat along the contours of muscle, slightly interrupted as the man named Dionysus on social media slapped a towel over his shoulder, wiping his face out of Jungkook’s sight.

Not that it mattered because Jungkook was too busy staring at that tattoo and that back.

Those words were the lyrics of a song made by someone else, and Jungkook wanted to jack off onto that tattoo, wanted to shoot his white cum all over those words, turning them milky and hard to read, and then he wanted to lean down and lick it off, sweat and all, whispering against that skin, I want me on you too.

The thoughts made the insides of his mouth dry, craving the taste.

He turned away quickly, deliberately facing the locker, realizing he had been staring too long and thinking too much, struggling to catch his breath all of a sudden.

“I don’t think I can do this every day,” the deep husky voice muttered beside him, flexing his back to roll out his shoulders again. “I’ll leave the good-looking body to you.”

Right. As if you aren’t hot enough already.

Jungkook finally allowed himself to turn his head and sneak a peek at that profile. The line of collarbone, neck, jaw, recognizable mauve lips twisted into a grimace, the shadow of awkwardness trying to avoid his gaze.

“You did really well, though. I think you would be good at boxing if you kept up with it,” Jungkook encouraged him. After all, watching his hyung working out was different side of him he hadn’t seen before. A very attractive side, especially with his attentive fierceness. Almost as sexy as…

“Eh… I don’t really like doing things I know I’m not good at right away. It discourages me.” A husky chuckle, deep in his chest. “But I’ll try it again, maybe. Since you like it.”

“Don’t push yourself so hard next time.”

The other male frowned, wiping his neck. “I don’t want to feel like I’m holding you down.”

Jungkook dropped his voice, keeping a bright smile on his face.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

Those sharp dark eyes swiveled to him, eyebrow raising.

Jungkook grinned.

“Uh huh,” the other man said slowly, smirking. “Then maybe try solving the puzzles instead of spearing everything in sight, my Bandana Waddle Dee.”

He was referring to the cute Kirby game he had picked up a few weeks ago and had invited Jungkook to play. Well. Invited was a strong word. His exact words were, uh, there’s a co-op mode if you want to stop staring over my shoulder like that, it’s a little awkward...

“But it’s fun killing the monsters, they look so cute–”

Jungkook froze.

My.

The other male resumed wiping off his torso, reaching into the locker to grab a long-sleeved black shirt.

“I’m just going to shower at home, because right after I’m probably going to lay in bed and contemplate why I thought I could ever keep up with you when it comes to a real workout.”

“H… Hyung.”

Now the other man stilled, slowly pulling down his shirt, turning his head to look at Jungkook.

Those dark, dark eyes said, don’t.

Jungkook pressed his tongue to his lip ring, toying with it nervously.

Dropped his voice low so only he could hear, shaking his head lightly. “Don’t. Not here. You wanna get banned from your favorite gym?” he chided gently, tucking his hands into his black sweatpants even though Jungkook knew he wanted to stoke his cheek to console him. “You wanna come with me? I can make you breakfast since you helped me out today, teaching a newbie like me.”

Those mauve lips curved into an open-mouthed smirk and it was endearing.

Jungkook wanted to melt.

“I’ll teach you anything you want to know, hyung. Anything. If I don’t know, I’ll learn so I can teach you.”

He chuckled and pulled one hand out.

Rested it on Jungkook’s head, ruffling his hair fondly.

A nearly inaudible sigh, something in the darkness that was those eyes, and Jungkook realized the raised right hand shadowed his face a little, shielding them from any outside curious gazes even though the public locker room was mostly empty in the early morning.

“Part of it is the world,” those mauve lips breathed, so quiet, words only for Jungkook. “But most of it is my own faults, and I am sorry.”

Jungkook tried to shake his head but those fingers planted onto his scalp, not letting him turn his head. His breath caught in his throat, feeling those long fingers tangling in his hair, damp from sweat.

The man named Dionysus to everyone else gave him a sly smile.

“Maybe I’ll let you do what you want today.”

He dropped his hand, shrugging.

“Probably not, though.”

To Jungkook, he was by name, and Jungkook breathed it now, barely moving his lips, soft and breathless and needy, savoring the shadow that ghosted the other man’s features, a little bit of surprise, irritation at his own desire, peeved that he didn’t have the last word.

“You’re the worst,” he muttered, reaching into the locker to zip up his duffel bag, yanking it out along with a black metal water bottle. “I’ll see you in the car. Don’t take too long.”

The dark eyebrow raised, and it was clear what that calm, neutral expression meant.

I’ll punish you.

“I’ll leave without you.”

“Okay…”

Jungkook stared into those dark, dark eyes, letting the next word fall from his lips innocently. Honorifics for someone he honored. Of course.

“Hyung.”

The other man half-rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue and turning away from him.

“Punk…”

“Hyung?”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

Jungkook sat in the passenger’s seat, nervously chewing on the straw of his banana smoothie that had been gifted to him when he got into the car. It was from the drinks bar of the gym, so it had protein in it. An after-workout snack from his hyung with dark, dark eyes and plush mauve lips.

He was driving with one hand, the other resting on his thigh, fingers curled against the inside of loose black sweats.

“How did you know you… you know…” Jungkook mumbled, unsure how to phrase it. “That you were how you are?”

“What?” came the confused reply.

Yeah, obviously what. “Ah… who you like… and stuff like that.”

“Eh…? Oh. Oh, I see,” and then a husky laugh, glancing at the intersection before turning, nodding. “I think I always knew. But knowing is a little different than doing.” He winced, as if he was recalling something unpleasant. “The original meaning behind it… hah, you will just think I’m an asshole for thinking it.”

He took another sip, furrowing his brows. “Thinking what?”

A heavy silence and suddenly the world felt very real and very sad, as if a great weight had tumbled down and was crushing them. Those dark, dark eyes shifted and they stayed on the road, thumb resting on the curve of the wheel. four fingers tight, knuckles white. No silver rings to hide behind.

“I just hated everybody, so I didn’t care who it was.”

Jungkook could feel it too. The residual resentment, understood but not forgotten, let go but not untraceable, and he saw the older male was not proud of what he was about to say.

“I touched them just to do it. The societal concept of wrong meant nothing to me. It was only encouragement. I know now that for a lot of people, those moments with me meant something important but, for me, they were nothing. Something like… little flecks of dust I brushed away. Even if I could go back now… well, he wouldn’t have listened to me, that idiot teenager back then.” He smirked but it was a fraction of his usual cheerfulness, rueful. “At least I still had the sense to not say anything. You see enough scared faces, hear enough please don’t tell anyone, tell yourself enough times that you don’t care about them, and you lose the will to be malicious about revealing secrets.”

“Why…” Jungkook spoke quietly, indicating that he was listening. “Why did you hate everyone, hyung?”

He sighed and there was a small apologetic smile.

“Because they were happy knowing I existed, but I couldn’t be happy knowing I existed.”

There was something very deliberately vague about it, as if he was asking not to delve into it anymore, so Jungkook nodded, sensing this was not the time for that. He wondered what it would have been like, if he met those dark, dark eyes back then, but Jungkook realized his teenage self would have been too close-minded to consider it, unless.

“There weren’t any rumors?”

A slow hum. “People said things, but I was lucky. I was always surrounded by women, so even in the unlikely event that someone tried to start a rumor about me, it quickly got quashed. Nobody believed it because I look and act like what society conventionally considers a man. Also, I like fucking women. And I did. A lot. It was very easy in high school.”

He grimaced.

“Ack… I was going to say it isn’t what it sounds like, but it was exactly what it sounds like. I don’t have a defense for past me.”

His hyung cleared his throat, tapping his thumb against the wheel as he waited for a red light.

“I’m not like that anymore.”

It sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than anyone else.

“I know, hyung.”

He didn’t look at him, but Jungkook could see the faint smile. “What made you want to ask me this, anyway?”

Now Jungkook felt his own ears burn.

“Um…”

He saw the car was turning into the apartment complex now, hunting for his residential parking spot.

“I was thinking the other night… I still don’t really know, but I know I’m attracted to you.”

“I think I deduced that from the boners you try to shove into my mouth or hands, yeah.”

Jungkook squinted, feeling a flare of annoyance that quietly dissipated the second the other man turned and smirked at him, agile tongue between teeth. Okay. He wouldn’t be angry. For now.

“I was wondering if I was ever gonna know,” he sighed as the car was parked.

“Do you need to know right now?”

Jungkook scratched his head, taking another long sip of banana protein smoothie. “Hm, I guess not...”

The car turned off and Jungkook turned his head, finding his safe darkness and mauve lips in a gentle smile, long black hair curling over the left cheekbone.

“This kind of thing can change at any time, you know, depending on who you meet,” that voice purred, deep and husky, ticking his head. “Or who you ask to teach sucking dick to your girlfriend at the time.”

The memory Jungkook so often reminisced about rose to the surface of his thoughts. The first time, watching, the arousal fluttering within, thinking it was only the surrealness of the moment, only the action itself, only how pretty his now ex-girlfriend looked sucking dick, only the dominant nature of how the commands were being given, the Jungkook of the time refusing to believe that the reason for his lust was those dark, dark eyes and hands full of silver rings.

Past him was a dumbass.

“I won’t be offended if you change your mind, Jungkook.”

Those dark, dark orbs, his safe darkness, looked at him now and told him it was okay, told him that he shouldn’t worry about hurting the feelings of someone with such dark eyes, for that blackness held an ocean of monsters deep down.

Currently, his hyung was being a dumbass.

“What do you think your tits would look like if you were a girl, hyung?”

The other man rolled his eyes and started getting out of the car.

“Wait, you didn’t answer the ques–”

“Jungkook, get off me.”

He closed the distance, leaving his breath against familiar skin. Copying what he liked, nuzzling his nose against the cheek that held those secretive dimples he had seen earlier.

“Don’t wanna,” he murmured, pushing the other man against the bathroom wall.

“It’ll take me less than ten minutes to rinse off.”

“We can get in together.”

Long fingers worked into his hair, grasping at the roots, and Jungkook let a low gasp escape his lips, savoring the swift tug that sent sparks of pain down his scalp and all over his body, pain that morphed into pleasure as he opened his eyes and found the other male glaring at him.

It was unfair, Jungkook knew. He shouldn’t prey on the other man’s preferences to get what he wanted.

“H-Hyung…”

He let his tongue peek out, licking his lip ring.

Those dark, dark eyes narrowed.

“You…”

He pushed those pesky sweatpants down, tugging insistently at the boxer briefs, the hand in his hair keeping his head in place witnessing the change right before his eyes, exasperation to amusement to slyness, stop feeding my bad habits, whispers between their bodies, don’t wanna, the naked body before him, their shirts already off before he came into the bathroom, whining as his hair was pulled again, the base of the other man’s palm pushing his head forward, towards those mauve lips.

Those dark, dark eyes gazing down at him.

“Tell me what you want then,” that deep, husky voice murmured. “Want to hear it when that pretty mouth of yours, Jungkook.”

This was the feeling, the command that penetrated all of his thoughts, safe in long fingers tangled into his hair, the kiss he craved centimeters away, denying him now, but Jungkook stared into those eyes and he saw it was his, all of it was his, he just had to be patient and wait.

“Want to touch you, hyung.”

Dragged his fingertips down the line of his hip, wrapping his fingers around that hard length, trying to remember all the little things the other man did to him because he still wasn’t good at it yet, and it was so hard to remember, he was just so busy watching the calm expression crack a little, plush mauve lips parting, quiet murmur of pleasure at his touch. His.

No one else’s.

“Want to make you feel good.”

He could feel the cock in his hand twitch, weighted in his palm, and slowly he began to move his hand, keeping a firm but not too tight hold, shuddering at the strange sensation of soft velvet skin and solid stiffness, letting the other male tilt his head back by tugging at his hair, his lips parting, the name falling from his lips.

The name he whispered to himself when he was alone, running his fingers over his cock, imagining it was a hand full of silver rings.

The name he murmured when he was alone, tracing the space beside him in his bed, wondering where the other man was.

The name Jungkook gasped when he was with him, closing his eyes as the kiss met him, lush lips against his, insistent desire and undeniable dominance, nimble tongue coaxing his into a frenzy, trapping the embarrassing whimpers in his chest as he moved his inexperienced hand back and forth, trying to be good, trying to do what he remembered, but it was so hard, he couldn’t focus, the kiss alone was so intense and that tongue thrust into his mouth over and over, making him cry out, his pleas smothered by the palm pressing into the back of his head, deepening the kiss, so hard to think.

“Faster. Tighter.” The purr drifting into his panting mouth. “That’s it.”

He could feel it, the slickness of pre-cum dripping onto his wrist, and Jungkook backed up for a half-second, releasing his hold and slathering his fingers and palm with his saliva, reaching back down and resuming the pace.

A sharp inhale, right against his lip ring. “Mmm, fuck, so dirty.”

Jungkook looked up.

Dark orbs shadowed by lashes, glittering with amusement as he was caught searching for approval.

“A little higher. Closer to the head.”

Jungkook adjusted his grip, keeping the fast and hard pace.

The shadows appeared between them, faces close together once more, lips pressing to the underside of his lower lip, right at the center.

“Good boy.”

If only Jungkook could describe the absolute high he got from such simple praise, fuck, it was insane, it was otherworldly, it was just so, so fucking perfect, feeling the other man’s hand slide down out of his hair and cradle his jaw, airy moan floating directly into his mouth, slick grip and hot pulse right in his hands, knowing he was doing it right because his lips were captured once more, teeth nipping at his lower lip and tongue toying with his lip ring, it’s you, those eyes and those lips and this touch, all him, unbreakable heaven, the one who called himself Dionysus to everyone else but to Jungkook he was by name.

His lips formed it, gasping and needy.

He could feel the smile, devious and fond.

Jungkook looked down, at his own right hand wrapped around another cock that wasn’t his, something he thought would never happen, something he thought he would never want, but he needed it, needed him, and he needed the other man to know that he was serious, that this was not an experimental phase, that this was him who wanted–

With a start, he realized that somehow his own pants were pushed down and falling to his knees, his embarrassingly erect cock poking out and swaying in the air from his furious movement.

“H-Hyung–”

“Shh.”

He gasped as he felt nails digging into his hips, strong fingers kneading his muscle.

“I want to cum on your dick.”

The image immediately planted into his head.

Jungkook choked, so turned on that he couldn’t breathe.

“I want to cum all over your cock so you know who you belong to,” the heavy, husky whisper purred against his shaking lips, tongue flicking against his lip ring. Teeth sinking into his lower lip, sucking on it and his eyes shifted, shaking, staring into dark, dark ones.

Jungkook could feel him grinning with his lip in between those teeth.

“You’re mine.”

He couldn’t help it.

Jungkook whimpered, a little pathetic, but mostly in desperate agreement because he couldn’t talk.

Those teeth let him go and he could see the devilish smirk now, deep dimple and all.

Then that head snapped down, long black hair falling down his left cheek, casting shadows over his clenched jaw and hiss of release.

The cock in his hand jerked and Jungkook moaned, looking down too, shuddering as he felt a hand grip his cock and another wrap around his pumping hand, stilling it as sharp jerks sprayed streams of white up his throbbing length, warm and thick, dripping all over him, sliding down to his balls, sticking to the insides of his thighs. A picture of absolute obscenity. Milky cum onto taut skin, even onto the dark red head of his cock.

“O-oh, fuuuck…!”

His eyes widened as his hand was directed, the slick contact of both tips sliding against each other, white-hot fire burning through his body, so turned on he thought he was going to pass out.

The hand holding his cock began to move.

Using the cum of the other male as lube.

“W-What…!”

But Jungkook had no desire to stop it, using all of his energy to stand as the head of the other cock pressed into his balls, his own length being jacked off firmly and fiercely, so turned on that he wanted the roughness and somehow the other male could tell – perhaps it was the pleading, mortifyingly loud moans that he was making – rubbing the head of his cock against Jungkook’s balls as he got him off.

Unlike him, the man who named himself Dionysus was an expert at getting men off.

It didn’t matter though, because Jungkook was so far gone that he could barely blurt out his release.

“I’m cu–”

He gasped and pitched forward, groaning as he stared, shooting white all over the base of the cock that his hand was still wrapped around, feeling the viscous thick liquid seep in between his fingers, the scent of sex twice as strong now, salty and heavy, trickling down their legs.

Oh my God.

The other male hummed, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and casually smearing the younger male’s release all over his balls, satisfied sighing above Jungkook’s head.

Holy fuck.

He just didn’t care.

Those long fingers mixed their orgasms together, spreading it over his cock and sighing in triumph.

Jungkook lifted his head.

The smirk greeted him, plush mauve lips and deep dimple.

“Fuck me,” Jungkook breathed.

Dark eyebrows raised.

“Fuck me… with your cum-covered cock, hyung.”

He saw the faint hesitation, and then panic overcame him, what if he doesn’t want me, then Jungkook heard the under-breath murmur, eh, whatever, we’re going to shower right after anyway, a wash of relief in realizing it wasn’t him, jumping as the other male kicked his discarded clothes aside, pushing down on Jungkook’s back.

“Bend over.”

Jungkook found himself colliding into the sink counter, gasping as he stared at his face in the mirror. Messy black hair, swollen lips from kisses, ass in the air as he was shifted into place, glancing up and seeing a curtain of black over that face, a single dark orb gazing at him, small smile on those lips.

“I’ll go slow.”

Jungkook shook his head.

“Just fuck me.”

He heard the sound of wet hand on cock.

“You are crazy, Jungkook.”

And he cried out as the sudden feeling of fullness sank into him, a little painful at first, and yet he was getting used to it. Fuck, he even liked it, the feeling of being taken like this, the combination of erotic high, slick cum, and the knowledge that it was his orgasm and his hyung’s mixed together, the perfect cocktail to throw all caution into the wind and ride on pure endorphins alone, moaning as the hips smacked into his ass, hitting him deep. A pause, simply to throb inside him, oh fuck, he could feel it all, again, just as steady and just as hard, yes, hyung, yes, heavy pants above him, looking up and seeing that disheveled state, pleasure all over that face, sweat glistening on his chest, fuck, Jungkook, stop using the honorific like that, damn you, and he grinned, seeing those dark, dark eyes flicker down and the scowl upon seeing his expression in the mirror.

“Bad boy.”

Smack!

Jungkook moaned as he felt the sting of pain flare over his ass, hard cock pumping into him, his own cock swinging in the air, harder and harder.

“Hyung.”

Smack!

“Hyung…”

Another slap, switching sides of his ass, making his hips bounce on that stiff length and his eyes roll back in his head.

“I told you, stop it.”

“N-No, hyung…”

He whined as he felt their tense thighs collide, his muscles burning at the overexertion, the previous morning workout on top of this making his knees weak, but that would have happened anyway because Jungkook was high on the pain, acting childish to persuade those long fingers to dig into his hips and fuck his ass with vicious strength, pushing back against it to get it deeper, craving that full, electric feeling that he got from being directed and used.

Jungkook looked up, seeing sweat clinging to collarbones and defined arms.

God, I hope I look even half that sexy when I fuck.

“F… Fuck!”

The hips rammed into his ass and Jungkook yelped, smacking his palms into the counter and throwing his head back as he felt the cock inside him twitch and pump into him, hearing the low moan of his name, their sounds mixing together with another roll of their hips, feeling another throb. It didn’t feel as much as the first orgasm but Jungkook could still feel it, the head squishing against his inner walls.

“Hah… hah…”

He felt hands slide up his sides, spreading over his chest. Nails running over his nipples and making him whine as he was dragged up.

“Come on, Jungkook… I need to shower… Come.”

Together.

“You’re going to have to make your own breakfast, I’m going to be late at this rate,” the gruff voice grunted behind him as he yanked on the handle and showered ice-cold water down on them.

“Ah!”

“Hold on, it’ll get warm. I’m so fucking sweaty and my legs hurt. Fuck you.”

They finally detached, and Jungkook turned around, water causing his black hair to plaster to his head, grinning at that raised eyebrow, trying to muster an expression of annoyance but failing, the hint of a dimple appearing as a smile appeared.

“You did, hyung,” Jungkook chirped, water clogging his ears.

A playful grimace.

“You’re the worst.”

“You look so different.”

A frown. “Thanks?”

It really was different. Crisp button-down shirt, ink black, adjusting the sleeve to button it over his bracelets. It had an intricate open collar than framed his clavicle and necklaces, the black guitar pick standing out. Black slacks that seemed to be tailored to his legs with how well they fit. His black hair pushed back and tied, a spare lock over his forehead. He smelled like his cologne now, green tea and toasted marshmallow. He must had added a little something to his eyebrows because they looked more defined and sharper than usual.

“I clean up well, I know,” the deep husky voice chuckled, slipping his wallet and phone in his pockets.

“You always look handsome, hyung.”

The man who named himself Dionysus turned his head and gave him a strange look.

Jungkook grinned back, holding a large set of chopsticks and a tub of kimchi.

“Can you not do that?”

“Do what?”

Those dark, dark eyes narrowed. He sighed, picking up the leather jacket on the chair and the bag next to it. A plain black leather briefcase with simple clean lines and silver hardware.

“Oh, hyung, I’m almost done, I can pack you some–”

“Jungkook, if I stay in my own home for one more second, I will have to explain to my boss that I’m late because my dick was down your throat and I’m trying to stay employed so my dick can be down your throat in the future, so please.”

He shrugged on the jacket and cocked an eyebrow.

“Stop being perfect and I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Jungkook nearly dropped the glass jar of kimchi.

“I… I’m perfect?” he squeaked.

Those mauve lips quirked into a smirk, dimple on display.

“Don’t break anything.”

His eggs were surely burning but Jungkook watched the other man go as if he was in a trance, waving with the chopsticks, he said, suddenly warm all over even though the door was closing, he really did say, remembering all those other mornings when his hyung had poked him on the head, wake up, eat breakfast, and Jungkook had been eager to repay the favor but even in this refusal, he didn’t feel slighted at all.

“Ow!”

Oil spat out and hit his bare back, not having bothered to put a shirt on – or even pants – after the shower, and Jungkook panicked as his egg, pork, and kimchi mixture turned black-brown in the pan that was not his, so he spent the next ten minutes trying to salvage his meal and remove all traces of the burn in the sink, wincing as the hot pan burned him a little, but inside he was warm and fluttery from the praise.

It was different this time.

He could tell.

Jungkook furrowed his brows. Come it think of it, it reminded him of someone.

Don’t be that guy.

Min Yoongi rubbed his face and sighed, his phone face down on his desk.

Just don’t.

He began to pick at his cuticles and then stopped, not wanting to mess with them. A shiver slid through him. He remembered long fingers around his, massaging his hands, don’t be like that, and he remembered trying to pull his hands away but these fingers remained, closing around his, index fingertip tracing his inner wrist, involuntary gasp slipping from his lips.

“Yoongi.”

He looked up now but no dark, dark eyes greeted him.

He swallowed, trying to swallow the memory too, tasting the kiss that had followed, treat your hands better, they’re your tools for music and, the second word swallowed between their lips, holding that hand that held his tightly, his thumb running over silver rings, and Yoongi believed in them, those hands and that word swallowed between their lips, believed so strongly that it was hard for him to accept it, so he was sitting here trying to convince himself that he didn’t want it.

It was not working.

Who would have guessed?

Yoongi found that he could be brave in front of those dark, dark eyes but, without them, reality sucked – society being one thing and himself being the other – and while he knew he shouldn’t compare, he did, glancing at that photo of his friends. To the smile of the bright white teeth accented by an underlip mole and a lip piercing, their complicated thing getting more complicated.

Yoongi closed his eyes.

He needed him.

Silver rings, plush mauve lips, the familiar darkness.

He thought of the question.

Then Yoongi opened his eyes, turned his phone over, and sent a text.

“I want to try this time.”

A curve of mauve lips, amused and sly.

“Try what?”

It was pretty obvious what, but then again that was part of the game. A kind of chess, the pieces being more than just words. Facial expressions. Bodies. The strict grip of Min Yoongi’s hands on those shoulders, forcing him down to his knees. And those dark, dark eyes would look up at him, amused, looking so deliciously sexy in his notched, open-collared, crisp black dress shirt, not even flinching as Yoongi removed the hair tie. A cascade of black down the left side of his face. Messy, unprofessional, framing the dimple that appeared with that smirk.

Yoongi knew the other male could turn the tables at any time, but he wasn’t doing it.

He was simply watching, curious of Yoongi’s actions. Never not himself, so assured and unbreakable, but Yoongi found that this was better, that he liked it like this.

Because there was no point in fucking someone that wasn’t him.

There were some things that Yoongi was afraid of, yes. Some he suspected the other was afraid of too, but their lips were sealed when it came to things like that. But there was action that could speak louder than words, and they relied on that, perhaps a little too much.

Yoongi wondered, does he not trust me?

He decided to test it.

He was fine being the one controlled. Liked it. But most importantly it was the other man’s safe space, his ruling realm and Yoongi wasn’t one to object to the ruler of that sexually charged realm. He liked it, for he felt free in the loss of control, free to succumb to his emotions and thrive in them, free to want without a hint of repercussion. That was not easy to achieve for most and even harder to find someone that you actually wanted to fuck.

And yet.

That was their respective safe spaces.

So, Yoongi wondered.

Do you trust me?

Those mauve lips opened, glistening tongue sliding out.

Yoongi bit his lip and slid his hard cock down that throat.

Reached down and gripped a thick fistful of that black hair and rolled his hips into that face, the face of the man who called himself Dionysus on social media, but to Yoongi he was by name, by voice, by moan, those dark, dark orbs looking up at him through lashes, so dark they were almost black, a little quirk of his eyebrows and then…

The darkness clouded, painting naughty submissiveness in them.

Not real, no, but effective.

Oh, so very effective.

Yoongi clenched his jaw but it was too late, it could feel the power of that shift in gaze, feel the rush from seeing someone who was usually in control suddenly giving it up to him, and it was euphoric, raw, real, no matter how fake the moment was because even as that expert tongue coiled around his cock and rubbed against the underside of his length, manipulating the pressure, adding to the sensation, driving him insane, even so, Yoongi could feel the power of being the one who was doing the face-fucking.

It was being handed to him and that irked him a little but Yoongi couldn’t deny the pleasure.

Even below, you’re still on top.

Those plush lips closed in around his girth, cheeks sucking in a little. Dark, dark eyes gleaming with comprehension. Yoongi slowed, driving his hips in a little more roughly instead, and felt that head tip back, sliding him deeper into the back of the throat.

“Fuck…”

It was infuriating how hard this was making him.

He heard a zipper sliding down.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he growled under his breath, pulling at that black hair and those eyes glittered, tongue sliding to the underside of the head, to that thin skin under the slit, rubbing, teasing, melting him, and Yoongi grimaced, his hold loosening. He meant to cause pain but it was being turned on him, the soft lips circling around the underside of the head, igniting his nerves, and he was losing this battle.

He felt a finger tap his thigh.

Yoongi looked down, past the open chest with the black guitar pick necklace surrounded by purple bite marks, down to the unzipped slacks and pushed down boxer briefs, down to the hand wrapping around that hard cock with the dripping dark red tip and, fuck, a small part of him wanted to be fucked with it, right now, forget this being-in-control-bullshit, but that insistent mouth swallowed his entire length again and the right hand underneath gripped that cock, the fingers of the left hand circling around the balls and squeezing them as he jacked himself off under Yoongi.

Holy… fuck…!

In his nice work clothes, on his knees, gripping his cock and brutally stroking it, massaging his balls with those long powerful fingers, the other man shoved Yoongi’s cock into his throat and indicated Yoongi to fuck his face.

Dark, dark eyes challenging him.

Yoongi knew he had the power and he also knew he was being pushed to use it against his will, but who cared about that when the image was so undeniably, overpoweringly, obscenely arousing?

No, Yoongi did not give a fuck.

He grabbed the other man’s head and fucked those plush mauve lips with fierce controlled force, down that tight throat, oh, fuck, the sound so lewd and wet, the moan vibrating his cock, the despairingly fast sound of hand on flesh, and he could glance down and watch it, no expense spared for him, punishing pace and glassy dark, dark eyes that knew what they were doing, knew this was insane and excessive and so, so fucking hot that Yoongi could not resist, could not look away, that body, that mind, the utter depravity, and he found himself growling, low and dangerous.

“Cum on those nice pants.”

He let his open-mouthed smirk show, knowing the other couldn’t smirk back.

Actually.

Yoongi felt a hot, tingling shiver slide up his spine as he spied the flash of dimple on one cheek despite stuffing that mouth with cock.

Fucking shit.

But, once again, actions speak louder than words, and so they did, in the closing of those eyes, in the furrow of those dark eyebrows, in the sharp shallow breath and the sudden tightness around his throbbing cock, tongue rubbing harder and faster, and Yoongi felt himself fall apart a little bit, not the plan but nothing he could do now, mustering up all his strength to drive his hips forward while avoiding causing any pain, on a tightrope and the line getting thinner, so warm, so wet, so loud, looking down, so close, Yoongi could see it in how fast that hand was moving, that thick head purple-red and shiny, so close, his jaw loosening, the name slipping from Yoongi’s lips in a wanton moan, clutching fistfuls of long black hair, his own hanging down and covering the sides of his face, blinders to everything except the man under him.

Pleasure.

So much pleasure.

How could it be wrong?

He felt the groan radiate from the other man’s chest and Yoongi stuffed it back down with his cock, savoring the sound, image, and scent, all of it, the distressed noise and squish of saliva, the tension rippling down that torso to jerking hips, stream of white dripping down between long fingers and onto black fabric, dark stains that Yoongi vainly hoped stayed there, perhaps simply for his own fantasies. He could smell the orgasm, so strong, so heady, right under him, and that was it.

Yoongi jammed his cock all the way down that tight throat and moaned as he came into that tight wet warmth, his fingers curling down, dragging black hair over those dark brows, shudder after shudder, his hips flinching, letting the pleasure consume and invigorate him.

No one else.

He could fuck other people but no one mattered like this one.

He felt the other man swallow and he shivered, sparks of sensitivity swarming through him. Running his fingers through that thick hair, messing it up, pushing it back, looking down, his picture, his, lidded darkness surveying him as that agile tongue circled his length, licking him off, devouring his cum hungrily, erratic breath wisping over Yoongi’s trembling crotch.

The other male smiled at him, the corners of those mauve lips around his still-hard cock.

Yoongi heard a whimper behind him.

He turned his head, slowly, from dark, dark eyes to over his shoulder, past his curtain of black hair.

Turning.

Large, inquisitive, dark brown orbs watching them, taking in every detail, his tongue toying with his silver lip ring and sitting on a chair with his thighs pressed together, his hands obediently behind his back. Yoongi saw the sides of the baggy gray shirt were bunched up, trapped between tattooed fingers and un-inked ones, gripping the sides of his shirt so he was not tempted to touch himself.

Jeon Jungkook whimpered again, giving Yoongi his best pleading eyes.

Yoongi shrugged.

“You said you wanted to watch.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, gazing up and down. All over. Pleading with those deep, dark eyes that shimmered with lust and longing. There was an innocence about it despite the very clearly dirty nature of the want, a pureness in the absolute need, pulling tighter at the sides of his shirt, the tent in his pants rising as Jungkook licked his lips, looking down and keeping his gaze there, small sounds in his throat begging for a taste.

He was a good boy, always doing as he was told.

Yoongi understood how the man named Dionysus couldn’t resist Jungkook.

“Come here then,” he purred to the younger man.

The power, so real and raw, his pulse thundering as he watched Jungkook fall from the chair, tentative on his hands and knees, not looking at Yoongi but at his destination, and there was no disappointment there, only a strange kind of satisfaction as Jungkook dipped his hand down and licked those long fingers covered in cum, moaning as he placed his moan over that spent cock.

The man who named himself Dionysus sucked in a breath, head shivering in Yoongi’s hands, and he turned back to those dark, dark eyes. A quick glance. A slow, open-mouthed smirk, Yoongi’s own, seeing the weakness in those eyes for those desperate, gentle licks below them, needy whines from the youngest, and Yoongi pressed his cock into that mouth a little deeper, hard again, savoring the wet warmth, trapping the other man between his cock and Jungkook’s serving mouth.

There was a time that Yoongi worried that he would be replaced by Jungkook.

It ashamed him that he had thought that way, back then and recalling it now.

A moan vibrated from his cock to his core, to his spine, to his chest, all the way to his head, buzzing him with pleasure and satisfaction.

Yoongi looked down.

Dark, dark eyes gazed back up at him.

He trusted that darkness and Yoongi could see that the darkness trusted him too.

dionysus xi

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CHARACTER INTRO:

NAME: Ryat Forrest Navarro

AGE: 35

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male. He/Him.

SEXUALITY/STATUS: Bisexual | Single.

OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist. Owner of Sinful Ink

BIRTHDAY: July 3rd, 1988

HOMETOWN: Wilmington, North Carolina

NEIGHBORHOOD: South Hills

FACECLAIM: Shiloh Fernandez

PINTEREST | BIOGRAPHY

BACKGROUND:

TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE, DEATH, OVERDOSE, CHILD NEGLECT

The second oldest of 7.

Has 3 sisters, and 3 brothers. Michaela "Mikey" at 38, Abigail "Abby" at 30, Atlas "AJ" at 29, Levi at 27, Maddison "Maddi" at 17, and Alexander "Alex" who would be 34, but died in a car accident at 20.

Has a 14 year old nephew, named Noah Alexander, through Abigail, in which she had when she was 16, finding out sometime after the death of their brother.

Both parents are trash, Kelly and Richard, rightfully nicknamed 'Dick' by his kids, never lived life like they had kids. Therefore, this left the oldest kids to raise the younger, more so, Mikey.

Before Ryat was 8, there were already 6 Navarro children.

Their mother, Kelly, would serve time in prison, for ten years. Once she was out, she and her husband would go on to produce another child. This one being the last and final kid.

At 19, just a year after the birth of this baby sister, Maddi, Ryat would find his mom OD-ing, with a screaming infant next to her. Instead of calling for help, Ryat stood over his mother as he held his baby sister, and watched her die.

Their father was sadden by this, while all the kids had differences in opinions.

From the time he could work, to 27, Ryat would bounce from dead end job to dead end job. Finding no passion in any of them. He'd eventually come to find a career in art, but more then that, tattooing.

Falling under the wing of Jonah King, the owner of Sinful Ink, Ryat would go onto find a place he belonged. When Jonah stepped back for family reasons, he knew Ryat was the next best thing to take over for him.

His family are a tough group to handle, especially when they're all together. They have bit of a rep that perceives them.

But there is no mistaking that this family is tight knit, and they ride for their own hard.

SOME HEADCANONS:

Loves to play guitar. Can sing, and can also write music, but not many are aware of that.

Has had multiple piercings through out his life. Currently has his tongue and nose pierced. Has had his nipples pierced at one point, as well as his lip.

Loves cars. Knows how to work on cars. Will sometimes do so just for fun.

Covered in tattoos.

Will sometimes paint his nails. Black is a popular color for him.

Owns a motorcycle. Also loves to do races. Live big, or go home.

Despite being rougher around the edges, is rather loyal. And good with kids, and animals.

Likes to wear jewelry. A chain, bracelets, rings, have be it.

Likes to draw and paint.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

FRIENDS: He's easy enough to be around. Can be a little rough around the edges, and insane, but most find they have a good time with him.

ENEMIES/I DON’T REALLY LIKE YOU: Not everyone likes everyone.

COWORKERS: Tattoo artists, other piercers, people he's worked for/with in the past.

CLIENTS: Anyone with tattoos.

EXES: I'm not sure how many committed relationships he'd have. As he's rather hard to get to settle down. So, this could be a lucky one, or this could be many that failed miserably and likely cause of him.

FWBS: He's not really great with commitment, but you know, he loves sex, so -- no brainer.

CONNECTED THROUGH SIBLINGS: He had siblings from ages 38 all the way down to 17, so this could be an array of options, truly.

I KNEW YOUR BROTHER: His one brother died in a car accident at 20, and he would've been 34 now. So, maybe someone who was close to him.

TRULY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, FOR REAL. I JUST WANNA LOVE ON Y’ALL AND BE LOVED. OK THANK YOU

#( about. )#( intro. )

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n30nwrites · 2 years

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My Pretty Boy

Bottom! David x Amab! Reader? (Doesn't use name nor does this use he/him pronouns but has a penis)

THIS IS MATURE. MINORS DNI, 18+

Tw: not full sex but it's dirty, bj, praise kink, Bottom!David, slight teasing I think?

Not my first smut but first time posting it. Sex isn't a subject I know a lot about because I get uncomfortable about it but I tried. Also when this posts I'll be asleep so-

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"You look so pretty on your knees."

He knew he did, but that still didn't stop David preening at the compliment. Thanks to being a vampire, his energy had never disappeared. Sweat didn't appear, nor did his cheeks flush. But hickeys formed, laying everywhere on his body, where ever you put them.

Marked up, a form of ownership from you. That no matter how big and bad David appeared, he actually wasn't. A facade put on in front of others, frankly David was just as soft as your other boys. He just wouldn't show it, not unless it was moments like these.

Moments like there where he was begging to be fucked by you. His hips lifting and rolling slightly to get some friction in his jeans. Shifting his body just to get some touch.

"Such a good boy. All for me." You bent down to his height, taking his jaw in one of your hands and trailing it on his face. Going from his jawline to his neck, to his bare chest, before going back up again. Veins appearing on his face, along with his eyes flashing and a growl rumbling from his chest. "My impatient baby" you teased, and the small whimper that came from him almost made you lose you resolve. Almost made you yank your clothes off and just pound into him, just to hear how loud he could get, and how he could scream your name.

But patience was a virtue, despite the fact that it was two sinners doing it. And David was such a good boy, all for you.

"Use your words. Tell me what you want." You went down to kiss at his throat, nipping at it, your fangs almost breaking his skin. One hand slowly gripping his thigh whilst the other goes to his chest, playing with his nipples.

"Please, do something." He whimpered out, and some more fell from his wet lips when you stopped your movement. You tsked.

"Be specific."

"Anything-" He cried out, "anything as long as it's with you. Please touch me."

Now he wasn't specific, but David was a good boy. Your good boy, who deserved something. And he was so pretty right now, so your hand on his thigh unzipped his pants, rubbing gently on his crouch. Before you unbuttoned them, gently commanding the male to sit on the bed, not only making it easier for you to take off his pants, but also for the blowjob you were about to give him.

His cock was red at the top, precum surrounding it. Standing proudly but begging for attention. Just like David was.

Now David had no clothes on. The only thing he bared was jewelry, his chains and earrings, along with his rings. He looked down, watching your every move was you just stared. No matter how many times you've done this, you would always Marvel at him.

Because this beautiful man, loved you.

"God, look at what you do to me darling." You blew just a bit on the tip of his dick, before standing away and yanking off your own shirt and pants, just leaving yourself in your boxers. You made him watch, as you took off your necklaces, and most of your bracelets. And then you turned to him ruffled your long hair behind your shoulder, knowing that it was about to be ruined. You adjusted your erection before getting on your knees, and separating David's thighs, bringing him closer to the edge of the bed.

Your head was eye level with his balls, and if he laid back a little, you could see his hole. Instead of having him lay though, you wanted his eyes on you the whole time.

"Look at me. Don't move your head away."

David always followed your command, just like the good boy that he was. You grabbed David's hands, one of them interlocking with each other and your other hand dragged it to your hair, where you knew he would tug. He loved messing up your hair, and you hated it.

"Pretty boy gets a treat today, doesn't he?" You teased, and before David could say anything, your tongue shot from your mouth and onto his cock.

Starting from his balls, you trailed your tongue up, licking the precum from the top of his dick, your only free hand left nail marks on his thighs whilst David gripped your other hand, and only slightly tugging on your hair.

You went back to his balls, sucking gently on them while also moving to his thighs to leave hickeys on.

Heavy breathing came from him, and he gripped your hair once your mouth hovered over his tip, and then let out a loud moan when you covered it.

So desperate for you, that a simple touch set him off. You hummed around his cock, your tongue circling the tip before you went to take more of it. David's free hand gripped your hair some more, his eyes never leaving yours, watching as you took him in your mouth.

You sped up, your tongue circling around him as you hummed, and his noises got louder which honestly encouraged you. Then you gripped his thigh tightly, leaving nail marks, and he pulled harder.

And then you took your mouth away, leaving him panting and whining for some more, not being able to cum.

"Sorry sweetheart, but we got the whole night."

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #tlb david #david the lost boys #david x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb x reader

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pengiesama · 3 years

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A Ring for a Ring, a Sweet for the Sweet (Fic, TGCF, HC/XL)

Title: A Ring for a Ring, a Sweet for the Sweet Series: Heavenly Official’s Blessing (Tian Guan Ci Fu) Pairing: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian

Summary:

Just as Hua Cheng once gave him a ring to pledge him his life, Xie Lian gives Hua Cheng a ring to pledge him his hole.

Link: AO3

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Xie Lian was going into this birthday prepared. He had a plan in his head, a wish in his heart, and many thoughts cursing his dick.

This plan, this wish, this curse; it all started one fateful morning about a month ago. You see, the married life came with innumerable pleasures, and one of these was the comfort of a regular morning routine. Summarized, and truncated for length, it went a little like this:

Step 1: Wake up.

Step 2, Scenario A: San Lang pretending to be asleep, and refusing to break character until Xie Lian provided anywhere between seven to ten morning kisses.

Step 2, Scenario B: San Lang already awake, and distributing morning kisses to Xie Lian’s lips, neck, cock, and other such body parts that would benefit from the application of his tongue.

Step 3: The irrepressible cosmic consequence of either scenario outlined above.

Step 4, Scenario A: San Lang big spoon.

Step 4, Scenario B: Xie Lian big spoon.

Step 5: Helping each other wash, dress, and get ready for the day.

With Step 1 through Step 4, Scenario B completed, Xie Lian was helping his husband get ready before he had to scurry off to do a few errands. Check on the vegetable garden at the shrine, draw up a few new charms, pop over to the village’s market to see if there were any deals on, put an end to the demon who’d taken up residence in the hills two towns over and who was demanding maiden sacrifices…Xie Lian of course would answer the cries of those in need, but he did wonder, at times, why people were calling upon the God of Scrap-Collecting to slay evil (or at least rough up evil, followed by a stern talking-to). Shouldn’t they be calling upon him for blessings in happening upon excellent and thrifty finds? Ah, well. Always in service of the people.

The lacquered black comb sank thickly into Hua Cheng’s hair, and slid through like a ship through water. Silver chimed with the motions of Xie Lian’s arm. Lately, he’d taken to warming up Hua Cheng’s silver accessories before helping his husband put them on…underneath his sleeping robe, against his bare skin, he was currently sporting one of Hua Cheng’s heavy necklaces and silver belts. Xie Lian never liked the initial cold shock of jewelry against his skin when he was young; brief as the feeling was before his body heat warmed the metal, it was a petty annoyance he always dreaded each morning while still cranky and disoriented from sleep. His poor San Lang had no such respite, with his body’s ghostly chill. Thus, Xie Lian wanted to save his husband such an unpleasantness before a long day of managing his city.

There was, of course, the minor matter that Hua Cheng tended to wear quite a lot of accessories. (And he seemed to only be expanding this tendency after Xie Lian took up the warming habit.) After the necklace and belt were taken care of, he still needed to warm up the bracelets and rings (unthinkable to wear those while tending to San Lang’s beautiful hair), then the earrings and hair accessories, and then the vambraces; these were tricky, and required one-on-one attention. The silver butterflies nesting within the vambraces got excited very easily when Xie Lian touched their home, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d have an armful of butterflies and no vambrace to warm up.

Xie Lian could very easily spend the whole day at this, though his schedule didn’t allow it. Distracted by the movement of the comb through Hua Cheng’s hair, distracted by the low sounds of pleasure Hua Cheng made when Xie Lian absently ran his fingers through the strands, Xie Lian reached out to fumble for one of the many nearby jewelry boxes. Rings, San Lang did need rings to wear with his choice of ensemble today…

Xie Lian’s questing hand came back with a ring; that it was a ring was no question. But…Xie Lian’s brow furrowed as he examined it, turning it this way and that, the silver glinting in the bedroom light. Beautiful, with delicate engravings of blooming flowers across its surface, the quality silver thick and heavy in his palm. But this ring was much too large for his San Lang’s elegant, slender fingers, was it not? Though Xie Lian’s hands were smaller, they weren’t that much smaller, and he could fit both his thumbs inside it easily…

“Gege,” Hua Cheng purred, allowing his hair to fall over his shoulder in an alluring and altogether deliberate manner. “Did you find something you’d particularly like to see me in today?”

Hua Cheng’s gaze fell on the ring that Xie Lian was examining, and his confident, sly expression dropped all at once. His hand twitched, then fisted in his robes; as if he wanted to snatch away the ring but didn’t dare do so. Xie Lian blinked, confused.

“Is this a ring that San Lang wears while in a different skin?” Xie Lian asked. “It’s lovely, but seems much too big for San Lang’s…fing…er…”

Xie Lian trailed off, and the truth of the matter took root in his mind as his cheeks began to burn with a familiar heat. And oh, did those roots find eager and fertile soil.

Now, Xie Lian was inexperienced in bedroom matters, this much was true. But he was not stupid, and he also knew what his husband’s dick looked like at this point. This ring was indeed too large for Hua Cheng’s slender and elegant fingers. But it was just the right size to fit around the base of Hua Cheng’s thick, heavy cock.

“Your Highness,” Hua Cheng croaked. “This one apologizes for leaving such an item in—”

“This is a cock ring,” Xie Lian murmured, as if in a trance state, approaching a level of enlightenment not yet seen.

Hua Cheng’s physical form briefly flickered; hearing His Highness say such words so bluntly, with such an irresistibly flushed face, was very much like being struck by a divine force, staggering in its power. He took a deep breath to regain control of himself, and nodded.

“Yes,” Hua Cheng admitted. “This one is much ashamed to not be able to please His Highness as he deserves, on some nights. I crafted such a crude instrument in hopes that it would help with control, but it still is not up to the task, nor is it worthy of the honor of being used in His Highness’ bed…”

Xie Lian was brought back to reality long enough to refute such a self-abasing statement.

“San Lang always pleases me!” Xie Lian stated firmly. It wasn’t always about lasting for hours! It was about both of them enjoying the experience! First off, his San Lang lasted a perfect amount of time; secondly, even when he did come too fast, it just meant that Xie Lian had that much more come in him, and one of Xie Lian’s primary goals in his immortal life now was to be filled with as much of Hua Cheng’s come as physically possible. And if Xie Lian had to wait hours each time before Hua Cheng would finally come inside…

…but perhaps it was about the challenge. This was something a (formerly) martial god could understand. This was something that could overcome Xie Lian’s shyness, could reach deep within him and seize him by the heart and make him rise to the occasion. The buildup of his husband’s frustration and need, the challenge of overcoming the restriction of the ring, of riding Hua Cheng and filling him with so much pleasure that he would burst forth and break through – just as Hua Cheng had once done to free him from the bonds of his cursed shackles. (But like, with less dying afterwards. And with waaaaaay more come filling up Xie Lian’s insides.) Yes. Yes, this was a challenge Xie Lian was ready to help his San Lang face. They would do it together.

“I’m going to borrow this,” Xie Lian said. “Is that okay?”

“…as it pleases His Highness,” Hua Cheng replied, with no little confusion.

He’d find out soon enough.

Xie Lian worked tirelessly, during every free moment, to perfect this most important of spiritual relics: the Incorruptible Chastity Cock Ring. Although last year’s birthday present proved that his sewing skills left something to be desired (and his dear, sweet husband still insisted on wearing that ridiculous belt any chance he got), his metalworking skills, again, proved much more polished. Polished enough to make this ring even more of a sight to behold.

He’d amassed enough followers, and enough donations, to permit him to spend on sourcing quality metal for the project – he of course would not dip into Hua Cheng’s own art supplies, nor his purse. Though both were open to him at all times, that was hardly the spirit meant for a birthday gift! And thus, with silver that was not dug up out of his own grave this time, he’d set to work.

The expertly engraved ring now sported four fine silver chains, from which many chiming seed-shaped silver beads dangled. These silver chains were meant to drape alluringly across Hua Cheng’s muscular thighs and lean hips, and chime with every movement. The chains could be attached to any of Hua Cheng’s silver belts, which Xie Lian considered a very clever foresight on his own behalf. It would be very convenient, this way. (Though it would, of course, mean that a bit of warming up would be needed before he could dress San Lang for the occasion.)

The day of Hua Cheng’s birthday came, and the rush of adrenaline that was warding off Xie Lian’s shyness was beginning to wear off. What was he doing, presenting his husband with such a gift!? My darling, my one and only, my San Lang, here’s a cock ring that you made yourself because you come too fast in bed. Happy birthday! But Xie Lian tried to remember the goal here, the challenge, the pursuit of excellence. Those who ascended were ones who were capable of seeing beyond the limits of what was thought impossible. And Xie Lian so loved dressing Hua Cheng up before a hard day of work.

The moment the midnight hour struck, Ghost City was bright with cheers and fireworks. When Hua Cheng next stepped out of his residence, he would be greeted with a thousand congratulations and well-wishes: Lord Chengzhu, happy birthday!

Great Lord Mayor, happy eight-hundred-twenty-third! If’n I could count that high, I’d lop off the hands of eight hunn’erd twenny third sinners and deck these streets with ‘em!

What a waste of hands! Ya know you can fry those up, doncha!? Or sell them to tourists!

And an occasion such as this calls fer decadence! Like scattering hands all over the streets!! But, for now, Xie Lian had Hua Cheng all to himself.

“San Lang,” Xie Lian whispered into his ear, before kissing it. “Happy birthday. Would you like to open your present?”

Such an offer was a surefire way to get Hua Cheng to stop pretending to be asleep. In an instant, Xie Lian was tackled onto his back on the bed, and pinned in place by the press of Hua Cheng’s lean body and the insistent lips against his own.

“Gege is too kind,” Hua Cheng sighed between kisses. “Too generous. For days I’ve been thinking of nothing but the birthday dinner you promised me, and now gege is telling me that he’s got more gifts up his sleeves?”

Seizing upon the opportunity provided by the wording, Hua Cheng’s greedy hands snuck up the sleeves of Xie Lian’s sleeping robes, squeezing and groping at his arms as he went. The right idea, but the wrong direction…

“It’s…um…” Xie Lian trailed off, his cheeks flaring red. He had a planned script for this. Something about a ring for a ring, sweets for the sweet. The lines were lost to him now. But the intent certainly was not.

Slowly, shyly, Xie Lian slid a hand down the front of his own robes. Hua Cheng’s eye followed the movement raptly, and his touch grew heavier on Xie Lian’s bicep. Taking a moment to steel his courage, Xie Lian ran his fingers along the tie of his robe once, twice, before tugging at it to loosen it and let his robes slip open.

“I wanted to make sure it was warm enough for San Lang to wear comfortably,” Xie Lian explained softly.

Silver glinted through the part of his robe. One of Hua Cheng’s silver belts hung around Xie Lian’s hips, flush against his bare skin. Chiming silver chains dangled from it, leading the eye downward to where they joined at that thick, heavy engraved silver ring. It really was much too big for one’s finger, and still a bit too big for Xie Lian’s own cock. He feared it looked a bit silly – even half-hard as he was, it was clear that there was no way he’d fill it out. Of course, Hua Cheng would have no trouble.

Hua Cheng stared openly, blatantly; hungrily and open-mouthed. His grip on Xie Lian’s bicep was bruising.

“…Your Highness,” he eventually managed to say. His voice was low and raw enough to send a shiver through Xie Lian’s limbs, to make those silver beads chime with the motion of his bare legs sliding against the silk sheets. “Your graciousness knows no bounds. This humble follower doesn’t deserve such a magnificent gift.”

Xie Lian took Hua Cheng’s face in his hands, cradled his cheeks between his palms. He leaned in to press a kiss between Hua Cheng’s brows.

“My husband,” he murmured against Hua Cheng’s skin, his breath warm. “Deserves many such magnificent things.”

The kiss that followed was deep and slow, and full of a wet heat that took Xie Lian from half-hard to fully rigid. The ring still slid off with ease, though Hua Cheng’s fingers were so careful and gentle and slow in their ministrations to remove it that Xie Lian could have cried (or laughed, really) in frustration. Hua Cheng was equally slow and deliberate while undoing the belt tied around Xie Lian’s waist, taking his time, dipping his fingers underneath the belt while he worked to feel the heat radiating off Xie Lian’s abdominals.

“San Lang,” groaned Xie Lian.

Hua Cheng chuckled weakly, and kissed Xie Lian’s throat in recompense. “Gege’s patience is appreciated. I have to wait for my blood to cool before I can wield his gift.”

Xie Lian blinked, curious. “Oh? Is that how it works? Much ashamed, I’ve not much experience. But that does make sense, considering the intent…”

It was Hua Cheng’s turn to groan, and he punctuated it with a dramatic collapse into the pillows next to Xie Lian’s head.

“Gege is not helping with the blood cooling,” Hua Cheng grumbled, with affection clear in the accusation.

“My sincerest apologies,” Xie Lian replied, not sorry at all.

It took some long, painfully and deliciously slow minutes – drawn out by their refusal to stop kissing for the duration – before Hua Cheng’s cock softened enough to slide the ring on. Xie Lian, too, went slowly, carefully, guided by Hua Cheng’s slightly-trembling fingers and the glide of oil to ease any discomfort. When the work was done, Xie Lian squirmed out from under Hua Cheng to survey his handiwork.

His San Lang looked so lovely. The sheen of the oil on his cock, the glinting silver decorating the thick base and draping artfully across his strong thighs. The delicate chimes looked ticklish against his balls; Xie Lian reached out a hand to brush his knuckles against the velvety soft skin there and was rewarded by a delicious groan and squirm.

Oh, before he forgot…there was indeed one more surprise that Xie Lian had for the birthday boy. When he’d set to work on this precious spiritual tool, he’d added some features...

Xie Lian traced both hands along the silver chains, and they shivered with spiritual energy. Hua Cheng wore a priceless expression of shock on his face for a brief moment as he felt the pulse of energy, but had no further opportunity to react before the cock ring itself pulsed once, twice, thrice, more. It continued to pulse around Hua Cheng’s cock in time with the racing beat of Xie Lian’s heart. With each pulse, Hua Cheng’s hips jerked upward involuntarily; with each jerk, those silver chimes rang melodiously. Hua Cheng’s mouth hung open wordlessly, his eye glazed with pleasure that stole his sight and sense.

Very convenient, indeed. Xie Lian could probably just leave him like this and go about his daily errands, secure in the thought that his husband would be waiting for him in bed at home, desperate for relief after hours of tension that threatened to snap him in two. But that wouldn’t be particularly kind to do to him today. The birthday boy would have his release in due time, with only as much teasing as Xie Lian could bear.

“Did I warm it up well enough for San Lang’s comfort?” Xie Lian asked, stretching himself out along Hua Cheng’s side as he jerked and twitched. He stroked his palm along Hua Cheng’s lovely pectorals, down his stomach. He pressed the back of his hand to the silver belt to test its temperature. Xie Lian hmmed thoughtfully and moved to toy with one of the silver chains. “I suppose it’s still a bit chilly. Will you ever forgive me?”

“H…Hhh-highne…ssss…” Hua Cheng managed to slur out, then let out an animalistic moan as the pulses around his cock grew in intensity. Xie Lian made a comforting noise, and kissed Hua Cheng’s temple soothingly. His poor San Lang. It couldn’t be helped; the cock ring’s pulses were tied to Xie Lian’s heartbeat, and there was no controlling that when he was with Hua Cheng.

Xie Lian decided, there and then, that it was time to test the integrity (and the Incorruptible Chastity) of this spiritual artifact. He’d prepared himself before waking Hua Cheng; he thanked himself profusely for this foresight, as he doubted he had the patience to do it now and could hardly ask Hua Cheng to do all the work today. He already had enough to deal with right now.

Hua Cheng’s hands, previously fisted in the silk bedsheets in a vain attempt at controlling himself, flew to seize Xie Lian’s waist as Xie Lian moved to straddle him. Any protests died in his throat as the tip of his cock pressed into Xie Lian’s entrance, already warm and willing and ready. Xie Lian sighed in relief at the stretch and the fullness, and bounced and wriggled his hips until Hua Cheng’s cock was in him fully. He could feel the slight coolness of the silver ring against the rim of his hole, could feel the pulsations of the ring inside and out. Xie Lian gave a full-body shiver, and almost absentmindedly lifted the crystal ring around his neck up to his lips to kiss. The gesture grounded him, it soothed him, it—

“Your Highness…”

The warning growl of that title came too little, too late. Driven mad by the beat of Xie Lian’s heart and the burning heat of his body, Hua Cheng’s grip on Xie Lian’s waist became completely ungentle. His fingers gripped with bruising force, and he bounced Xie Lian on his cock with harsh, fast motions; endlessly chasing a release that would not come, to the tune of chiming silver chains. He pounded as deep into him as he could reach, and seemed as if he could hardly stand having even an inch of him not inside. It was all Xie Lian could do to hold onto Hua Cheng’s shoulders, to hold himself steady even as his thigh muscles began to burn with the strain, to let Hua Cheng fuck into him and use his body as a tool for his pleasure.

The first time Xie Lian came, it only left him hungry for more. The fifth time left him lying limp and slack, sprawled on his back as Hua Cheng’s cock continued to relentlessly fuck him, in and out, with no signs of stopping or slowing. Xie Lian’s insides ached to be soothed by the rush of Hua Cheng’s come. After the eighth time, with his face now pressed into a pillow and Hua Cheng’s cock still tirelessly pumping his prone body, chimes still jingling as brightly and eagerly as they had at the start, Xie Lian himself began to beg for that as well.

“S-s-sssan Lang…” Xie Lian could hardly get the words out, his tongue felt thick and heavy and useless in his mouth. “S-san Lang, need…need it…”

Hua Cheng moaned against Xie Lian’s neck, and briefly paused in his efforts to cover every inch of it with bite marks and hickies. His mouth moved to Xie Lian’s ear; biting it once before he spoke into it, sounding rich and low and just as wrecked as Xie Lian.

“Anything His Highness needs, anything, anything, I’ll give it – mnnnhh, mmm – oh, Your Highness, Your Highness is so good to me, so good to this San Lang…mmh, feels so perfect inside, does it feel as good for gege? Is he ready to come again for me?”

Xie Lian let out a desperate moan as Hua Cheng expertly adjusted his angle to aim his thrusts against that spot inside of him. He wouldn’t last much longer, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, and he didn’t think he’d be able to stay conscious for round ten. And Hua Cheng still hadn’t come even once inside of him – Xie Lian could endure many hardships, but this was too much, too much!

“San Lang! I want it, I want that!” Xie Lian wailed with the desperation of a dying man. “Ah-ahhhh, I need it, I need you to give it all to me, please, please, won’t you please – ohh! Please, please have mercy, San Lang-gege, please have mercy and fill me up…”

Xie Lian’s heart was racing like a parade drum. He could only imagine the mayhem being wrought upon his husband’s dick by the cock ring’s enchantment. But he trusted his husband – he trusted him to break through, break through with him and see the limits of the highest heavens –

Hua Cheng let out a shout and a shockwave of spiritual energy strong enough to blow back the curtains on the bed, and released into Xie Lian enough come that Xie Lian felt his stomach grow taut with it. He felt his eyes roll back into his head, and let himself pass out midway through his ninth orgasm.

His conscious mind swam back after some time, and he found himself bundled against Hua Cheng’s strong chest. Morning was just breaking outside the window, but today was a day for sleeping in. Xie Lian breathed in his husband’s scent and let himself be lulled back to sleep. He still had to make that birthday dinner today, and needed to regain his strength.

“Oh? Did something happen out here?”

While things were stewing, Xie Lian needed to make a quick run to the market to pick up some supplies he’d forgotten. Outside of Paradise Manor, he found Yin Yu with a broom, sweeping a path through the severed hands that had been scattered on the road outside. If Xie Lian were to make a rough estimate, there were approximately eleven hundred sixty-seven of them. There was also a crudely written banner hung in the blossoming trees on the roadside, that read: HAPPAY BARTH DAY LARD CHENGZHU.

“They do try, don’t they?” Xie Lian said to Yin Yu, fondly. “Once I’m back from the market, I’ll help you clean up out here.”

“They do try,” Yin Yu agreed. “And no, no, Your Highness has business to attend to.”

Xie Lian smiled and gave a grateful bow. “Your Highness Yin Yu is welcome to join us for dinner. I’ll save some stew for him! Please don’t hesitate to drop by later.”

Yin Yu watched as Xie Lian expertly stepped around the hands littering the streets, then disappeared into the bustle of the Ghost City market. He gave a deep, resigned sigh and returned to sweeping.

#天官赐福 #tgcf #heavenly official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #hualian #a tenderly crafted fanfiction

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animeboycorner · 4 years

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Could I request some NSFW and fluff headcannons for kirishima and denki maybe ??! I absolutely loved the ones you did for bakugo and tendo 💕💕

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Pairings: Kirishima Eijirou x f! reader / Denki Kaminari x f! reader

Warnings: it´s a healthy mix between NSFW and fluff

Word count: 1.6 K

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Kirishima Eijirou x Chubby F! reader

o He´s a surfer

- I remember seeing this picture (inserted above) on Pinterest without context and it makes total sense. This man loves weekend road trips to the beach with you. You can catch a tan or sleep peacefully under an umbrella while he goes surfing. If you know how to surf you can totally join him or he´ll teach you but watching him surf is just great too. He looks really happy and really toned too under the sun. I feel like he´d catch a nice tan easily.

- There´s a lot of stuff to do at the beach with Kiri like buying matching jewelry made of shells from local artisans, buying snow cones, going scuba diving, crab spotting on the rocks, going fishing. You can go for long walks together barefoot on the sand and spot a sunset together. Just the two of you sharing the intimacy of a holiday together. At night you guys could join a bonfire, you know park the car in front of the beach and using the headlights for extra light, he could play an ukelele to entertain people and sing some Forrest songs or maybe add in a little Khai Dreams.

o You guys usually have people over

- I just know he invites Fatgum over for dinner, sometimes he might bring along shy Tamaki. They both eat a lot so you guys team up for cooking outrageous things like a giant pizza the size of the table or a 30 pound burger just for the sake of a challenge and something fun to do together. Your home is very cozy and you guys are such a happy couple your friends can´t help but to visit often. You host dinners, parties and just casual get together with whoever wants to join, expect mina coming over with her famous Chilly or Sero bringing artisan beers to try.

- It´s a genuinely happy atmosphere always at home and imagine all the random stuff you find in your fridge always from leftovers to foreign candy you can´t even identify.

o He´s a human sleeping aid

- To start off he loves it when you sleep on his chest, you listen to his breathing, feel his warmth and it´s honestly your safe place. He´s so gentle to you, he runs his fingers through your hair when you have trouble falling asleep and he keeps you warm and cozy all night in his arms.

o He´s obsessed with your softness

- Because of his hardening quirk his skins grows callous over time and he´s also very lean himself so your softness is just wonderful to him. When he´s the big spoon holds your belly with his big callous hands and it feels so nice. He is also constantly touching your thighs, when cuddling he loves to rest his head on your thighs or belly, he slides his hand in between your thighs for comfort or when you sit next to him. When he´s driving he always rests his hand on your leg. He adores your skin.

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o Even rough sex is safe with him

- Don´t get me wrong he´s fucking you good and leaving you fast asleep after. When he´s in between your thighs with his whole dick deep inside your guts he leans on top of you and protects the crown of your head with either his hand or a pillow to avoid you hitting your head against the bed frame or a wall or anything near.

- He is also extra careful with his quirk to avoid leaving you any scars on that precious skin he loves so much. He might use it to harden his dick even more though. A little more stiffness never hurt anybody. This is also very useful for the daring poses he enjoys so much putting you into.

o Bite marks

- He loves your skin a lot but he´s still going to bite you and leave his shark marks on you because he enjoys you so much. He bites you everywhere specially on your upper arms and your thighs.

o Hair pulling

- He likes having his hair pulled when he eats you out, he likes pulling your hair during sex and also grabs your face and slides a finger in your mouth to keep it open and force you to moan out loud for him.

o He loves anal

- His favorite position is when you have your face pressed against a pillow, your ass up and your back really arched and if he´s feeling extra naughty he´ll pull your thighs together for extra tightness. He spreads your ass with his hands to put his dick in and pulls you from your hips so that you take it all in like a good girl.

- His second fav is having you lay down on your side and penetrating you slowly. This way he can cup your breast in his hand and massage you. It´s very intimate and very gentle you guys love it

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Denki Kaminari x F! reader

o He sleeps late

- Your boo sleeps really late every night, his sleeping schedule is basically messed up because he stays up playing games. Actually he´s exceptionally good at video games because since he has ADHD he is only able to accomplish simple consecutive tasks and this is really useful for video games but on the other hand it keeps him hooked so you can listen to him talking on his headset from the living with Sero most nights. You don´t mind him playing most of the time unless he skips meals so you usually leave him healthy snacks like fruit slices.

- Because of this he takes naps during the day sometimes if he becomes too tired and you join him from time to time.

o Hugs

- He grew taller, his hands grew bigger and now his hugs are superior. He loves it when you hug him from behind like when he´s cooking or doing whatever it is that he´s doing. Your attention is always great he will always open his arms for you and it´s really comforting. His long quiet hugs always calm you down when you´re upset. He can cheer you up easily just being himself you know; sometimes he says dumb funny stuff without realizing.

o Deep conversations

- You guys like to talk to each other a lot, just like best friends do and it isn´t always sentimental or smart, most of the time you´re talking about whatever and it´s great because he´s a really talkative guy with lots of ideas. He comes up with interesting stuff on the spot and debates are common also. Just debates about random stuff like what´s the right way to eat a bowl of spaghetti.

- He used to be really self-conscious about his intellect because he was always teased a lot about this but when you met him you didn´t notice anything off, to you he´s just a spontaneous guy, he´s great, really funny and really attractive. You just rolled with the stuff he said naturally and he got comfortable fairly quickly because you just accept him for him no questions asked. (aw)

- He asks really interesting questions, he is actively investigating and looking things up on google. He is asking all the entertaining questions no one else seems to ask like how they calculate the amount of calories it says on the back of his cookies or how do those noise canceling headsets they give you on the plane work. His mind is all over the place it´s amazing.

o His personal style

- We know he loves hats and accessories to the point of hoarding them. He has all sorts of stuff from that one hideous fedora that he has never worn to mismatched earrings he keeps in a drawer because he lost the other. He is just really colorful, you´ll catch him wearing leather bracelets with color beads, handmade necklaces and lots of rings.

- He is actually really crafty but no one addresses it. He rips his jeans, adds chains, he has painted on shoes before out of curiosity but it came out cool, he likes to make stuff so he gave you a necklace with your name on it but he spelled it with those letter beads, he added his initials on it too. Also when you buy fruit loops he makes necklaces of cereal to eat while playing games or just to carry a snack with him around the house.

- He grew his hair out a bit more and now he ca put it in a ponytail or a bun and you find it really attractive.

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o Big Ole freak

I will now list some of the stuff he is into:

· Chocking

· Electro stimulation (he is going to use his quirk.)

· You sitting on his face

· Bondage or being restrained somehow

· He wants to be suffocated between your thighs

· Having sex in moderately public places for example parking the car on the side of the highway and getting it on and expect random quickies in public restrooms, changing rooms or even the pool.

· He´s into butt stuff

· He likes sex toys and he powers them himself with his quirk to control the intensity.

· He likes pain (nothing insane but little things like you stimulating his dick with no breaks until it starts to hurt)

· He´s a fucking switch.

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**BONUS**

I will elaborate more on his kinks (denki) in a future blog because this one became too long. I have a lot of things to say about Denki especially let´s talk about him more : )

#denki headcanons #denki kaminari #mha #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima #mha headcanons #denki smut #kirishima smut #mha smut #kirishima headcanon #mhansfw

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jasthelazyelf · 3 years

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hey! I read your phobia post and admittedly I Hadn’t heard of it either and I actually have a few questions if you don’t mind! I understand of course it’ll often be a case by case basis with everyone feeling different but I really am interested!

•You mentioned metal jewellery, but where is the boundary between what constitutes as jewellery, or is it all metallic items? For example broaches and hair clips, both of which have metal varieties. And how do these compare to things like perhaps enamel badges or zippers?

•Does this also include things like piercings? Do you have/ would you ever have piercings and do the different kinds effect you differently? Perhaps the difference between a stud earring and a hanging one? Does seeing people with them make you uneasy or is it easy to cope with?

•Does the constriction of the jewellery have anything to do with it? For example the weight of necklaces eg, so would other constricting accessories such as hairbands, belts or glasses chains fall into it? Or is it case by case?

•You mentioned simple material clothes, does that mean you have an aversion to heavily decorated clothes? As in perhaps diamanté’d clothes or tassels or bodices of dresses etc

•You mentioned non metallic jewellery, so does that include things like for example, velvet chokers or plastic beaded bracelets? Is there a different between wearing a hair tie an elasticated bracelet?

Hope this isn’t overwhelming or too intrusive, I genuinely have no intention of being pushy, please don’t feel obligated to talk about anything you don’t want to. None of this is intended to sound demeaning or condescending so please excuse me if it’s written wrong. It’s very interesting by the way, Thankyou for sharing!!

Hello anon!

I am glad the headcanons made you curious, so I will gladly answer the questions. Since there aren’t that many people with this phobia, it’s hard to say how much differences can be there. So I will speak from my own experience and if I read about a different experience, I will try to mention it :)

1) Here it is where it probably varies a lot. Metallic stuff seems to be the biggest issue for kosmemophobic people in general, but it still varies. For me personally it’s obviously jewelry and outside of that it changed a bit for me overtime. I never had problems with cutlery, we use it at home and I never had an issue with it. If it were however made out of brass and it already aged, like here

I would already ask if it were possible to give me a different set. (But I never met anyone who uses brass cutlery, so the situation would be minimal) What is also pretty common is touching small change. I guess here it is a bit justified to have the feel to wash your hands, especially if you work with food, since coins tend to have a lot of germs. Since I do work in a café, it got a bit better, but it can still be uncomfortable, especially if the coins are also otherwise dirty, or for me personally, wet.

Then we have for example nails, screws, screw nuts and all different tools. These I was uncomfortable with when I was a small child, but somehow managed to get over it, so now they don’t really bother me.

As for what classifies as jewelry and what belongs to it for me. Brooches also fall under this category. With hair pins or hair accesories in general it depends. If it’s coated with something, which tends to be the case especially with coloured pins, then it’s fine. I don’t wear them anyway, but my mom does and sometimes wants me to bring it to her or I have to clean dust under it and I don’t mind that.

I don’t really have experience with enamel pins, but it’s also true that I never got any, because it looks like the base is made out of metal and it irked me the wrong way. Zippers, however, are fine with me.

It’s a mess, I know ;u;

2) Piercings are definitely another thing that classifies for me as jewelry, and I think others classify them as such too. So no, I would willingly never have it done.

That being said, my parents pierced my ears when I was few days old. I remember very clearly though, that once I got actively concious and had memories (around the age of 3 or 4), I always tugged at my ear rings, but it was seen as one of the identifying symbols that I was a girl. When I broke my ankle at 12 though, I had to take them off because I had to have an x-ray done and since then I never put them on again. Even if the holes are long closed now, the “scar” is still there and I had a friend specifically ask me if I wear ear rings or not, since I “have” the holes. Fortunately she respects that I do not and have no desire to.

On others, if they want to wear them, I can’t stop them and I wouldn’t even if I had the chance. When interacting with me, the general rule is the smaller, the better. Hanging and moving ear rings are obviously worse and trigger the phobia much more than a simple bead pearl. However, I can’t deny a stranger a service in the café even if they had more jewelry on their face than their actual face. In the “wild”, though, it would be extremely difficult for me to look at them. I will definitely not think of you any less if you have a lot of piercings as a human being. I will just try not to trigger myself.

3) The feeling of constriction is also very common and goes for me as well. Any heavy jewelry and chains on other people are going to make me uneasy and as in the previous question, I would rather not look at that person and would rather not touch them. Also heavy rings. With rings it is also the fear of not being able to take them off and being stuck with them. It’s a nightmare just thinking about it. Hairbands are not triggering for me, especially if they’re plastic. If they’re metallic, it would be best if it were at least coated with paint.

With heavy necklaces, the problem is that they’re cold and even if they heat up and then it moves due to movement, it’s cold again and that’s just a no from me. The fear of someone choking me always plays a role, but not that big.

As for bracelets, they make me feel like in shackles. Even if I can easily take it off, and metallic bracelet is not going on me

Belts personally do not count for me at all and I have literally no problem with them. It may be because belts usually do not directly touch your skin. But yes, touching the metallic part may trigger it, but it’s the same as with cutlery.

4) With this I mainly thought that the MC and Asmo put together outfits that work completely fine even in his eyes without any additional jewelry. If the clothes have something sewn onto them, it generally goes again with the question, if it’s metallic or not. Anything with chains goes automatically out of question. beads and the sparkly diamantes are non-triggering and can be very pretty. c:

My mom actually compromised with me on my prom dress with this. I strictly said I wouldn’t wear any jewelry AT ALL and that was final on my part. She at least suggested sewing on beads on the dress to at least decorate it like that. No problems there.

5) The problem with non metallic jewelry is, that they usually have some metal pieces anyway (like the clip for example). That’s why I would never personally wear it anyway. However, for me at least, seeing it on other people is the most comfortable option there is, outside of the person not wearing any jewelry, that is. Plastic beads are also fine.

I’ve tried wearing elasticated bracelet, even if just to see what it’d do to me. It does not trigger the need to wash my hands at all, which is at least something, but it is still not comfortable for me. Hairbands are with me as long as I really don’t think of them as a bracelet. Which wouldn’t happen, because when I wear my hair ties on my wrist, it’s only because I don’t want to lose them.

Thank you for asking! It feels good to share my experience, I hope my explanations were understandable. The questions were definitely okay! :)

For anyone reading it: this really is not an attack on people for wearing jewelry, if you like it, good for you and you should definitely wear it! If you happen to meet a friend who happens to have this phobia and decides to be open about it, please don’t be a dick about it. Someone may be more comfortable with different amount of jewelry on others than someone else with the same phobia, and I would advise their stance on it. If they’re not comfortable with touching it directly, just respect their personal space. Under no circumstances try to aggresively make them wear it. You wouldn’t help them.

#kosmemophobia #ask #thank you so much 💕

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nightwingwhatdidisay · 5 years

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“On lessons of Trust and Choosing Jewelry”

RobStar Week Day 7: Jewels

A/N: ahhhh last day! The prompts were really fun and I can't believe how alive and supportive the community is on Tumblr, like, what the heck guys this show finished more than a decade ago this is awesome.

By the way, I've been getting some really nice comments throughout RobStar Week. Thank you! Seriously. It really does mean a lot. Sometimes I feel like I'm publishing things into a big black void and it's just comforting to know someone's actually on board and having fun with me. Glad to have found this community!

[also shoutout to @robstartrash and @samdraws715 because I piggy-backed off the photobooth scene in their Collab for Blush. Thanks for the inspo guys :3]

ao3 version

ff.net version

Summary:

Robin gains perspective on things at the Jump City Mall.

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...

It all started in the morning at Santangelo's Jewelers inside Jump City Mall after a personal invite from Antonio Santangelo himself, who had offered each team member a complimentary choice of jewelry as a token of thanks; the Titans had stopped a diamond heist for the sixth time that year (like, really, HIVE?). There was a budget, of course, but still Robin couldn't shake off the feeling that the generosity was too much.

"You sure you can afford Beast Boy's style?" Robin joked to Santangelo as they watched the green team member gawk into a glass case.

"Well, what's his style?"

"Whatever it is, he's gonna walk out of here top-heavy."

The store owner laughed as Beast Boy's eyes lit up at a massive gold chain.

Robin had been practical with his choice; he adjusted the silver diver's watch on his wrist, waiting for the rest of his team to make their decisions. At the back of the store, Raven was turning the onyx ring around her finger, bored out of her mind, but resting a hand on Cyborg's shoulder in moral support as an employee hovered over his ear with a cocked piercing gun. Near the front, Starfire had a jade bracelet in her hand, staring at a collection of ruby necklaces in a mild state of dismay.

"Star? Are you okay?"

"I am fine! It's just that these jewels remind me of the great firefalls of Tyrus Three. They're beautiful."

"So get them."

"But is it not customary on earth for your jewelry to match the color of your eyes?"

From where they were scattered throughout the store, all four Titans turned to look at their alien teammate.

"Who told you that?"

She stammered. "I-I assumed? Because of what my sister had told me? And because of the romance movies where the love interest tells the protagonist 'I got these for you my love because they match your eyes' and—"

Starfire looked around to see an array of different expressions on her friends' faces.

"...I thought it was proper decorum."

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...

It was a running joke by the time all the Titans were finished and their gifts were being secured in their appropriate boxes. Beast Boy and Cyborg didn't waste any time to throw it in Starfire's face.

"A'ight, it's time for it to go down at the food court. I'm starving."

"But remember, Cy. You can only eat foods that are made of metal and have cybernetic controls."

"Man, it looks like it's gonna be all salads for you."

"The joke is not that funny, friends," Starfire said in frustration.

It actually was, but Robin felt the responsibility as the team leader (and the boyfriend) to speak up and warn the guys about ending it there. Raven remained neutral throughout the whole exchange, but as they all stepped out of Santangelo's and into the rest of the mall, Raven turned to Robin with a look, and pointed at a watch showcased behind the glass.

It was the exact same model as the one he had just picked out, except for it's gleaming blue face and the single insets of sapphires at the 12, 3, 6, and 9.

"You sure you don't want this one?" She said quietly.

Tokyo had just been a few months ago. There were changes in the horizon, and he had every intention to tell them soon, but Robin had still not shared his identity to the rest of the team. And he didn't really know why—probably trust issues, or control issues; for some reason Robin was taking his time.

Only Raven had met "Dick Grayson," (kind of), courtesy of the night she jumped into his mind. It meant she knew a lot more than the two of them let on. Raven was sworn to secrecy about Bruce Wayne and Barbara Gordon and Donna Troy and everything about the things he left behind. She knew Dick Grayson at great lengths and with acute detail. Even the seemingly meaningless stuff.

Say, for instance, the color of his eyes.

The upward turn of Raven's mouth was subtle, and Robin cracked a grin at her: Haha, very funny. Beast Boy and Cyborg were already ahead of them, making a beeline to their favorite taco station, completely unaware of Raven's contribution to their joke.

But when Robin turned to grab Starfire's hand, he was surprised to see she had been watching them intently.

…

Starfire pulled Robin out of the seat the moment he was finished with his cheese fries and tossed back a very bland please excuse us, friends to the table before leading him out of the food court.

"Uh, Star? What's going on?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing is going on. I am simply interested in taking a gentle stroll with my boyfriend," she said as she pushed him violently through crowds of people like a bulldozer. Starfire had the subtleties of a tornado, which was even more apparent with her very poor performance of someone who had just happened to notice a photo booth at the East Wing of the mall (the same photo booth she had been pointing out to the team for months).

"Three or four shots?" He asked her when they slid inside.

"Four."

The countdown between each flash of light was fast, and it was all victory signs and silly faces and easy smiles, but somewhere between the third shot and the fourth, Starfire leaned in to kiss his cheek as the last pose, her hand cupping his chin towards her.

Three—

Two—

"Robin."

She tugged on the domino mask just in time.

…

Robin scrambled to get his mask back on, speechless, wading through a dozen emotions, not really knowing how he felt about what Starfire had just done. Was he angry at her? Was he frightened? This was a breach of trust, wasn't it? Did he find it endearing or funny?

Starfire had already exited the booth, ready to catch the photo as it was being dispensed. And Robin stepped out to see his girlfriend staring at the bottom of the printed strip in wonder:

Starfire with a look of determination. And Robin, mouth parted in protest and wide sapphire eyes.

"Apologies," she said quietly, still staring at the photo. "Sometimes it is a task to be dating someone you know so little about. And it is not about a lack of feelings, or because I do not trust you. It is because I fear you do not trust me."

Starfire looked up, locking her discernible eyes with Robin's hidden ones. "That kind of fear can eat at a person over time."

She seemed to say the magic words that made it all click in his mind. Trust goes both ways, doesn't it?

There was a booming voice crescendoing from the East wing, and over her shoulder Robin saw their three friends approaching quickly from the distance, shopping bags in tow. He watched as Starfire took a glance back at them before carefully ripping off the last photo on its perforated line and tucking it into her gauntlet. She looked at him with a knowing smile and saw something he had never witnessed before—a Starfire wink.

"Did I do that correctly?"

The rest of the Titans poured into both of their spaces and Cyborg draped his arm over Starfire's shoulders while Beast Boy came around to elbow at Robin’s side.

"We knew we were gonna find you two here. Alright, now let's see those official couple photos—"

She handed Cyborg the strip with nothing to hide. Maybe Starfire could do subtle after all.

Robin smiled back.

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weasleyswizarding-wheezes · 5 years

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tonight i’m a baller baby.

these are some blurbs i’ve written. they are based on me but some of them, different me’s. i’m a very firm believer in alternate dimensions, and i get if you don’t believe in that kind of stuff but don’t be a dick and say stuff against it. i like to imagine other dimensions and other possibilities.

think of each of these blurbs as a different dimension. i believe that each person is the same inside in every dimension, even if everything else is different.

go ahead and leave feedback! although i have to warn you that this is barely edited, so it's not perfect.

enjoy. :)

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1. in which she dreams

(this blurb is a real-life event)

she’s drunk and currently loving life. her curls are loose, brushing her shoulders as she twists her body to the music. her hips sway dangerously to the beat and her arms languidly sway in the air as she closes her eyes. she can feel several pairs of eyes in the room, male and female alike, on the golden stretch of exposed skin on her waist but she doesn’t care.

let them look, she thinks. she’s not ashamed. why should she? she doesn’t know them and they don’t know her. she doesn’t care. in her mind, she’s got her ideal body. not the one she has right now. so let them look. it doesn’t matter.

she wants to stay like this forever, feeling nothing but the music ebb in her ears and moving like water, all mysterious and familiar, dangerous and graceful.

but the night is over all too soon. everything must end at some point and so must this tiny slice of paradise. tomorrow she’ll go back to reality. back to the daydreaming, the insecurities, the wishing, the stifling comfort tomorrow.

but tonight, she is Anastasia Laleh. not the girl whose name means pure and white and pretty and innocent.

she is

Anastasia. the breaker of chains, princess of resurrection; a sunflower, blossoming into something fierce.

she is

Laleh. لاله, a tulip blooming in the dawn light.

and even though she’ll deflower back, she’s not worried or sad. one day, she’ll become Anastasia Laleh forever.

she’s just waiting for the perfect moment.

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2) in which she is everything in between.

yellow converse whose soles and shoelaces are splashed with a myriad of colors. high waisted ripped jeans that are too loose so they are held together with a shoestring instead of a belt, the folds hugging her curves. sunflowers in her back pocket. supple chains of diamonds adorning protruding hip bones. handmade bracelets wrapped around ankles and wrists. gleaming gold jewelry shining from necks and fingers. sunflower yellow on nails. halter neck tops that expose glowing collarbones. the slope of necks. brown ocean- breeze curls with gold streaks that sweeps across the tops of shoulders. her hair and golden skin in the sunlight. pink lips. light freckles. dark, arching eyebrows and long lashes that cover huge, chocolate eyes with gold specks that tell the existence of an ocean of stories.

in other words, Laleh.

but she’s also messy curls spilling out of her bun. glasses that look like dwight schrute’s. hoodies that swallow her form. barefoot every chance she gets. red eyes and eye bags from late nights working and insomnia. vanilla ice cream. strawberry milkshakes. various scars on her body that tell stories of adventure and excitement. piercings covering her ears and stomach. hand-done tattoos with needles and india ink. bones cracking with every step. bruises and grease t from working on cars and planes. smirks instead of smiles. glares that haunt the dreams of others. elbows made of steel. a voice that makes her heard in a crowd of thousands. scrunchies on her wrists. tender spots in her mouth that can bleed with a single touch from constant biting. rose or champagne in one hand, a middle finger stuck up in the other.

in other words, Anastasia.

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3) in which she rips your heart out

“we’re pregnant”, tommy smiles at them and whoops and cheers fill the classroom. everyone applauds him, everyone except for the two scowling girls in the front row.

Anastasia stands up the second the applause dies down and marches to the front drawing everyone’s attention to her. there’s a calm, peaceful look on her face giving no hint of what she is about to do. but everyone knows that it's simply the calm before the storm. the quiet before the mighty bear roars.

tommy quickly moves out of her way, stumbling over the wire cords on the floor. its almost amusing to see a grown, 6’2 army lieutenant skitter away from a 5’10 serene-smiled girl but its necessary for survival. for no one wants to be burned by her fire.

she takes her spot in front of the podium and looks up, her eyes still not betraying what secrets they hold.

“hello ladies and gentlemen” she smiles sweetly at the crowd, but again, no one is fooled.

they’ve seen it before battle: a serene sweet smile that no offers no hint of her capabilities, then a flash of her trademark smirk before she becomes a striking viper, hair flying and dagger flashing. “well actually just gentlemen because lovely hallie here knows what i’m talking about,” she blows a kiss towards hallie who just smirks in acknowledgment.”

“i’m here to ask some questions and talk about a serious matter,” she folds her arms. “first, do you sons of bitches have ovaries?” a chorus of confused ‘no’s answer her. “do you have periods?” she waits for them to answer again. “do you go through the pain of pushing a 8-pound baby out of your vagina?” tommy realizes where she’s going with this and a look of mortification comes across his face.

“do you have to go through morning sickness and cravings and hormonal changes?” Anastasia asks again, her sweet smile long gone. everyone answers again and braces for the impact.

“then how the flying fuck can you be pregnant?” she slams her hands down and glares at everyone, her eyes flashing with fire and her voice significantly louder. everyone jumps back in fear and even tommy is cowering behind his desk. “we’re the ones that have to suffer because y’all depend on your weak pull-out game instead of using condoms.” hallie lets out a muffled snort and tries desperately not to laugh at the faces of the boys around them.

“so, what do y’all say when your wife or whatever girl has the misfortune of coming across you is pregnant?” she taps her foot and crosses her arms, daring them to say the wrong thing.

“she’s pregnant,” they all mumble ashamedly. Anastasia’s face breaks out into a sweet smile.

“thank you,” she mock-curtsies and skips back to her seat, leaving everyone else except for hallie who was grinning ear to ear, shell-shocked and downright even more terrified of her.

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4) in which she is done

(in other words, to those who can suck my dick :). you’re not taking anything else from me.)

she’s an illusion. but she’s real. she is a mirage; one step closer, one touch, and she might disappear.

she’s truly in her element now swaying to the beat as stevie nicks croons the song made for her in the background

she is like a cat in the dark and then

she is the darkness

she rules her life like a fine skylark and when

the sky is starless

she’s tipsy, her feet stumbling her movements fluid and smooth due to the alcohol coursing in her system. but the spotlight that isn’t there is on her. because this is her song.

as stevie nicks belts out the famous name in the chorus, she imagines it as hers.

rhiannon……

because this is her song. and no one can take this moment from her. they can take her happiness, her peace. they can take everything that defines her and make it their own, every talent she has, every word, every other song, every other characteristic.

but this song is hers.

she rings like a bell through the night

and wouldn’t you love to love her?

she rules her life like a bird in flight and

who will be her lover?

she doesn’t care for their opinion. it doesn’t matter. soon it will be all buried in the past and she will rise as the princess of resurrection, as the dawn tulip she’s named for, stretching over the skies in her fiery haze.

all your life you’ve never seen a woman

taken by the wind

would you stay if she promised you heaven

will you ever win?

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