#not even stepbrothers like just straight up incest????

[neonsbian]

been watching love by chance but that annoying ass rich boy who hates poor ppl is pissing me off so bad so i stopped watching -_-

#also the acting is kinda bad lmao... #i think perth is the only one i didnt have complaints abt #these misunderstandings and conflicts are so stupid to me too like pete my guy HE WANTS YOU #like i get it but it still pissed me off #also i dont give a fuck abt a single side couple #and the fact that one of them is INCEST??? #not even stepbrothers like just straight up incest???? #i do rlly like pete and ae but i feel like i have to wade thro a sea of bullshit to see their story #idk if ill keep watching..might just read like a love by chance wiki and call it a day lol #vinnie talks

[star-suh]

Don't Chew More Than You Can Swallow

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny, pseudo-incest, underwear kink, musk kink, degradation, praising, breeding, hickeys, blowjob, deepthroat, manhandling, implied size kink, snowballing, age gap (yn is 20 and johnny is 25).

an: this is the other idea from @ldrei

also i was lazy to think about names for the mom and the stepfather so yuh.

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“ok yn, i want you to put on a smile on that face we're almost near the house” yn's mom said while driving towards their new home.

some years ago yn was part of a loving and happy family until one day his father, an honorable police officer, died during a raid against a gang. yn and his mother were devastated, mourning his death for the next couple of months. but life goes on and we have to let go and move on, right? after like a year yn's mother started dating another police officer, months later they made their relationship official and decided to get married, which brings us to the beginning of the story, yn and his mother would move to their new home, where yn's new father and new brother, a 25 years old guy, live already.

“hello we're home” yn's mom greeted, “hey honey” yn's stepdad appeared and kissed her, “hey yn, how are you?”; “i'm good.. thanks” he replied, “glad to know that” the older man said with a smile on his face.

yn walked towards the kitchen searching for a glass to drink some water, “the cups are up there” someone said, yn turned around and there he was his new stepbrother “the name's johnny” he extended his hand and yn grabbed it to shake it, his hand was way bigger than yn's, “i'm yn.. n-nice to meet you” he laughed nervously, “i say the same, see you later then” johnny said winking at him and waving a goodbye.

a couple of months have passed, everything was going good for everyone except for yn. he was thirsting over johnny 24/7, when he walked around the house with just a short on and no underwear because he can clearly see his bulge swing around everytime he walks, his body is to die for ‘god i wish i could lick those abs right now’ thought yn. it was even more harder for yn to not think about johnny fucking him when he was on the room next to him rearranging some woman's insides, the banging sounds going straight to yn's ears, ‘i wish that was me’ he thought. and that's the only thing yn can do, fantasize about him because well… his stepbrother is straight.

johnny sent yn to search something in his room, he did as he was told but something catches his attention, a pair of underwears resting on a pile of clothes. driven by his impulses, he grabbed one and began to sniff it, his face immediately turning red and a bulge growing in his pants "johnny~" he moaned softly.

he went quickly to his room, locked the door and began to jerk off, wrapping the underwear around his cock sliding it up and down while biting a pillow to suppress the moans.

the weeks passed and yn's desire for johnny only increased. every time johnny brought someone home to fuck, while his parents were away, yn always masturbated listening to their moans.

one day yn was masturbating again with his the underwear until a voice interrupted him, "hey yn!" a shirtless johnny called opening the door with a bang "what the hell were you doing? i've been calling you for a while" he asked with a somewhat angry tone. "sorry johnny, what do you want?" yn questioned, "these last few months you have been the one picking the dirty clothes to take them to the laundry room, have you by any chance seen my underwear? they have been missing” he scratches his head. “i have no idea johnny” yn replied with a nervous laugh. “hmm… it's okay” and just like that, johnny left.

worried that johnny would find out, he grabbed all the dirty clothes and ran down to the laundry room. there he turned on the washing machine and placed the underwear there and just when he was going to press the button to start the washing cycle a big hand stopped him, a low and very deep voice whispered in his ear "i thought you didn't know where my fucking underwear was" the warm breath sending shivers down his spine, “you're such a dirty pervert yn” he laugh was deep and sexy.

“j-johnny i-i” yn didn't know what to do, “you thought you were slick with it but no, did you think i didn't notice how you stared at me every time i walked around the house shirtless, how your eyes went from my abs to my bulge, shit i even could feel how you fucked me with your eyes”. johnny positioned himself behind yn, his huge bulge rubbing against yn's ass, "even every night i fucked someone i could hear your slutty moans on the other side of the wall, how you moaned my name was… so sexy... now i kinda want to hear them again" the taller was leaving small kisses on yn's neck, he then took out his huge cock from his shorts and rubbed it on yn's clothed ass “do you want to taste my cock, yn?", his sexy low voice doing things down there on yn's crotch area.

“j-johnny” yn stuttered “i-i'm sorry” a little moan escaping his mouth. “if you want to apologize you have to take responsibility about this” he slams his thick heavy cock against yn's ass again. “y-yes” yn fell to his knees and started kissing the tip, using one hand to stroke the rest of the shaft while the other was stroking his own.

“you're so nasty yn, look at you sucking at your brother's cock. aren't you such a nasty slut huh?” johnny grabs his head and starts to mouthfuck him, forcing yn to deepthroat him, “come on you can do more than that, it's barely halfway in”, little by little yn swallowed it all, johnny locked his head with his arms. the gagging sounds being like music to his ears. “there you go, you're doing so good for me”.

johnny lifted yn and fold him against the washing machine, rubbing the tip of his cock in the other's hole “want me to destroy you, cockwhore?” he says once again using that sexy low voice that drives yn crazy “p-please~ do it”.

johnny was slamming so hard that the washing machine was moving too, yn's legs were shaking due to how good johnny was fucking him, "how does my little fucktoy feel.. is this what you wanted? my thick, heavy cock opening your ass?"; “yes johnny please wreck me” yn replied withiut thinking, “so desperate”.

johnny lifted yn and carried him from the laundry room to his bedroom but without stopping fucking him. the thrusts were slow but as powerful as the harsh ones because he always manages to brush yn's prostate with the tip of his cock, drawing whimpers out of his mouth that made johnny chuckle, ‘so cute’ he thinks.

they're finally on the bedroom, johnny throw yn towards his bed, attacking his neck with kisses and leaving some bruises here and there. his big, tall body towering over yn's. “i have a deal for you” the taller comments, “if you can take me without cumming you'll be my little fucktoy boyfriend. what do you think?” he keeps on kissing yn's body until he reaches the nipples and suck on them. “hngh i really w-want that” the bottom squirmed.

the fat cock went in and out, going in even harder than the last time, johnny's balls slapping against yn's ass “who's being a good cockwhore?” the top asks, “m-... me” yn struggles to answer due to the harsh thrusts “i'm johnny's g-good cockwhore”.

“but you're only mine right?”.

“yeah i'm only yours…”.

both sealed the deal with a gentle kiss, contrasting with the rough thrusts. “fuck i'm gonna cum” johnny growls, he took advantage of the fact that his cock reached so deep inside yn to make him cum, however he let himself be carried away by the moment and filled yn's ass up with that warm sperm.

yn barely managed to hold off his cumming so johnny now has to fulfill the deal they just made. "it seems like i'm your little fucktoy boyfriend now"; "i think so," johnny adds, “and a cute one”.

“you took me so well pretty boy, i think you deserve a threat” and as he said that he went down and started to suck yn's cock “j-johnny you don't have to~”; “mmm mmm, i want to, prince” the sweet name embarrasing yn so much that he covered his face with his arms, feeling the little chuckle the taller let out. with a few more strokes yn came inside johnny's mouth, “shit that's some good blowjob johnny” yn rode his high while johnny crawls up until he is face to face with yn, with one hand he opens the bottom's mouth and spits the sperm in there, then kisses and plays with it between their mouths.

johnny carries yn to the bathroom where they both take a bath, then get dressed and fall asleep in the bed.

“look at them, aren't they cute” yn's mom said watching them both sleeping while hugging, “yeah i think they're gonna be good brothers” the stepdad adds with a huge smile in his face.

#johnny suh x male reader #johnny seo x male reader #johnny x male reader #johnny suh x male reader smut #johnny seo x male reader smut #seo youngho x male reader #seo youngho x male reader smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #nct x male reader #nct smut #nct 127 x male reader #nct 127 smut #nct u x male reader #nct u smut

[zaritarazi]

WAIT back up people are rebranding the omegaverse to be less nasty? THAT'S THE SECRET SAUCE OF OMEGAVERSE. IT'S THE HORNY WET AND WILD WEIRD MONSTERUCKING FANTASY TROPE BUCKET what on EARTH needs rebranding

alright. for the sake of integrity i am downloading this app to investigate. this will be in my app store history forever, by the way

i'm gonna level with you i started doing a deep dive and came up here to add a read more because i've just gotten to the point of this whole thing and we're not even in the deep end yet

so first the app is asking to allow notifications. immediate deny. next, it would like me to set up a profile. i can pick from the Three Genders (female, male, other) and my age.

it would like me to choose up to 3 of my favorite genres. the genres offered to me are:

romance

billionaire

mystery

erotica

werewolf

fantasy

thriller

paranormal

now of course, my immediate concern is that erotica seems to be its own category, where i'm assuming all of these books have fucking in them and i'm going to be really upset if they aren't all smut

additionally, i don't think the billionaire category is about becoming an agent of the proletariat, infiltrating the bourgeoisie, killing the billionaire, and redistributing the wealth. in minecraft. red son superman would never stand for this

okay now my cat (tarazi) is loafing on my phone. i think she's trying to protect me.

here is the photo for the "werewolf" category, which i think raises more questions than it answers

okay so that's not what a werewolf looks like, to my knowledge

top stories in werewolf. we have "alpha knows best" and we have "mated to my alpha stepbrother" which- i looked at the summary and he's not her stepbrother yet, they're college seniors and he's the son of her mom's new boyfriend who i guess is going to be her mate? but any time you have to say "it's not technically incest" it's not great, ryan!

okay here's a top story called "alpha max." no this one is in high school, backing out immediately.

also want to mention the stepbrother one just updated an hour ago. so this is like wattpad but i think the writers get paid? it has 54 fucking chapters

so these aren't finished, published works. i mean they're published in a way, but they're not whole stories, which i guess explains why the site advertises itself as "romance & fanfiction books" when all of the content is original sort of technically? it updates like a fic site.

so! here's what we're looking for. these stories have microspecific tags, but where there is "alpha" there is "luna." i have seen this a few times- okay wait! here's something interesting. i have found a story listed in popular werewolf that is lgbtq+. This alpha has a straight mate? Okay steven whatever helps you sleep at night. now HERE is something interesting. this has "alpha" as a tag, but no "luna," but ALSO no "omega." INTERESTING.

okay, let's go into the lgbtq+ tag on here and. see if that gives us more insight

OKAY! OKAY! this DOES have stories with omegas in it! is the second one listed bts fic? yes! okay but the FIRST one that comes up is called "my omega" bills itself as having a "female" alpha and "male" omega, although this description is so incredibly, beautifully problematic that it really defies common conventions of thought

okay i skimmed the first 50 words and the "female" alpha is... gross. like misogynist gross. so we're back at square fucking one here folks

okay here's a different one where they use Omega specifically as like... an Evil Luna? which is like- there is ALMOST something here by accident. like YES! make a lilith complex! i know that's not what you're doing, but you should! there's a hint of an idea here! you're so close to doing something almost maybe a little bit interesting!

to circle back to the original question of our study, "are they making omegaverse less nasty?" i think it's a complicated answer. the people who write for this app would probably balk at being called less nasty or not smutty enough, but at the same time, they've taken conventional romance and just put a slightly furry skin on it. and i know when you criticize the romance genre people are like "so you don't think women can read?" and i'm like you know what? maybe i fucking don't. maybe none of us should read and we can all run directly back into the sea. if one fucking amoeba millions and millions of years ago hadn't gotten above its station and crawled out of the ocean, we could all be jellyfish right now, and this wouldn't be in my downloads history. forever. again. i am stuck with this in my history forever

like the omegaverse has a very storied history but it's kind of wild to restyle it in a way that makes it more misogynist. like this was invented by people watching supernatural. and somehow this crop of "writers" is worse to women

i honestly hesitate to call this omegaverse at all. i know there were articles a few years ago about legal battles in the world of omegaverse and plagiarism and all that jazz, but this is not omegaverse. this is barely werewolf. this is soulmates with some growling. and so really, what's the fucking point?

okay wait this one is 2 alphas sharing an omega. now we're back to fucking literature

#omegaverse tag #i think this app requires a deep dive but i don't have the mental defenses prepared for it #asks #swashbucklery #long post

[hemera989]

billymax | gloryhole | canon

explicit - 713 words

cw : stepsibling incest, implied age gap / underage, implied dubcon.

Billy has no fucking idea that it’s her.

This is something she realizes the second that she hears his voice in the bathroom. She didn’t even think he was coming to this party—he’s always seemed the house-party, cheap-beer type, not the dirty-club, hard-drug type, but he’s fucking here. He’s here, and the bathroom is pulsing with heavy bass and flashing lights, but the sound of his voice is utterly unmistakable.

She sees the flash of his rings when money slips through, and it’s when she’s looking at a folded stack of twenties that she realizes she has a choice to make: chicken out and hide until he leaves, or go through with it and walk away with enough cash to cover the electricity bill for the month.

She shouldn’t. It’s wrong, it’s gross, it should disgust her—Billy is her stepbrother, and blood related or not, she shouldn’t. She shouldn’t, but in a haze of alcohol and enough weed to help her zone out during nights like these, all she can think of is finally getting to see the dick that has Hawkins’ girls going crazy, and she’s so fucking wet that it starts to seep into her panties.

It’s mortifying. She’s never once admitted how attractive she finds him, but it’s like she can't stop thinking about it now. He’ll never know, she tells herself. He’ll never know, she thinks, as she tugs her panties down and presses her cunt up to the hole. Nobody will ever know; it’ll be her dirty little secret, and what Billy doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?

She can hear his husky chuckle from the other side. “Eager, much?”

Max doesn’t speak, can’t risk giving herself away so obviously, and she prays that there are enough redheads in Hawkins that he won’t think anything of the swath of red hair that she never bothers to shave. He must not, because she feels his fingers sliding across the wet slit of her pussy. She shivers, clenching down on the experimental finger he eases into her heat, and he laughs again. 

“Be still, crazy girl,” he mutters, crooking his finger. “I’ll give it to you good, promise.”

Max can’t be faulted for assuming that he’d get straight to business, but apparently Billy is more patient than she’s given him credit for. A second passes, and then she feels his breath ghost across his cunt, followed by the wet, hot slide of his tongue against her hole. She has to muffle a squeak into her palm, biting down on her skin when he wriggles his tongue into her, and fuck, it’s not fucking fair how good his mouth is. He kisses her cunt, leaving it behind to lick a trail down to her clit. He kisses and licks and sucks, and Max’s legs start to tremble violently beneath her with every passing moment, barely muffling her moans beneath the pounding music of the club.

If he heard her, he’d know—he’d know in seconds. It’s the excitement and fear, the rush of being caught, the rush of the taboo, that has her so slick she’s practically dripping, grinding back into his teasing mouth and sinful tongue. He tucks his finger back into her cunt, adding a second to brush up against the ridged path of her g-spot. His tongue eases the penetration, and then it’s licking up to her clit again, and then- and then, his teeth tease along the nub, biting down so gently that it doesn’t hurt, just sends electricity zipping up her spine. She’s so close, so fucking close to cumming that it almost hurts.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Cum for me.”

And as terrible as it is, she does. She cums so hard around his fingers that her legs almost give out. Her legs buckle, and she has to catch herself on the wall, squeezing her eyes shut when the shocks of pleasure rip through her. He fingers her through it, kissing her clit so gently, until she’s panting but catching her breath. Once she can stand on her own, he pulls his fingers out, and she feels something almost like disappointment when she realizes it’s over.

And then… she feels the wet head of his cock sliding against the wetness of her cunt.

“My turn now, pretty girl.”

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #kinktober #billy x max #nyx writes drabbles #nyx writes fic #dead dove do not eat

[taechaos]

Freaky Idea

Pt. 2 of New Idea

pairing: Stepbrother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, pseudo-incest, smut

synopsis: The last guaranteed day you have with Taehyung is spent with his choice of adventure. You learn a lot of things about the history of freakshows, and how much of a freak your brother is as well.

warnings: mention of murder and somnophilia, riding, manipulation

word count: 3.8k

When Taehyung agreed to being your slave for a month, he wasn’t lying. He was attached to your hip throughout the whole time span, obeying your every command without complaint. You didn’t deem him forgiven, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy his company and compliance. The whole month was a bliss for you.

The first week, the morning after the… event, you had him prepare breakfast for you and your mother walked in on him cooking an omelette for you. She was perplexed, and with her morning drowsiness asked, “You’re home?” before smothering him with a hug. Your father gave him the minimum acknowledgement, and it went by quickly with your mother being surprised every time she saw him in the morning.

The second week, he drove you around and paid for your every need. You don’t know how he has so much money, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he sells drugs or had robbed a bank. You decided to reward him by kissing his cheek every time he bought you clothes and jewelries per your request. He realized he enjoyed spoiling you, and took you shopping in different malls for 7 days straight.

The third week, you met his friend. You had insisted, and he gave in after a short while of you begging because it was difficult to say no to you and rules are rules. His terms were: 1. You're going to act like his girlfriend, and 2. You sit on his lap. Maybe you didn't get it, but his friend Namjoon didn't seem dangerous enough for you to be behaving the way you were forced to. Sitting in front of a burning barrel in the middle of nowhere, Taehyung and Namjoon smoked weed together while you watched them. The conversation was fun, and you wanted to see him again. Taehyung didn’t allow you to question the ordeal. Rest of the week went by a breeze.

Fourth week was relatively calm as well, and now Taehyung is on his final day of slavery. It’s somewhat melancholic for you because you don’t know if he’ll vanish once the clock hits 12. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your dangling legs while your step-brother inspects the fridge to find you something for lunch. The two of you woke up late this morning, well, afternoon, and you don’t know why you feel so exhausted and sore. You’ve been feeling this way for a whole month now, but you’re growing somewhat used to it. 

“This bitch is empty,” Taehyung grumbles before closing the fridge and standing up straight. When he notices your soft pout, he slithers his way between your legs. “What’s wrong princess? Are you tired?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” you blurt without beating around the bush and peek at him under your lashes.

His brow ticks as he tilts his head. “Did you want to do something?”

“Well, no,” you drawl, “I just wish… you were here more often.”

"You know I can't stay away from you for long," he counters your worries, "especially if you allowed me to…"

"Stop." You distance yourself by pushing him away; you don't want to think about what he was implying. You made it explicitly clear that anything remotely sexual wasn't allowed to be brought up when you were around, and he’s been sticking to that rule until now - to your knowledge, at least. 

“Stop teasing your sister, Taehyung.” your mother enters the kitchen while tying the knot of her robe, now checking the fridge herself. 

He rolls his eyes before turning to her and retaliating, “I didn’t even do anything.” You giggle to yourself and bite your fist. “Did I tease you?” he asks innocently with his neck craned in your direction.

“Yes, he doesn’t even make me breakfast,” you joke with a grin. 

“The fridge is fucking empty!”

“Language,” your mother warns strictly before taking out a box of frozen pizza. “And it isn’t empty. Could you turn on the oven for me, love?” You nod and arrange the heat to 200 degrees while Taehyung scoffs, “I can’t survive in a house with women.”

“Man up,” your step-father butts in monotonously. “You have to rely on your mother to cook to this day. When will you move out? Act your age Taehyung, you’re 21.”

The light-hearted atmosphere dims with the presence of Taehyung’s father. There’s a distinct contrast between your two parents, and you can understand why your step-brother is so rebellious around them. The only thing holding them together is their dedication to religion. 

He only huffs and crosses his arms in response as his dad grabs a carton of juice and a glass from the cupboard. It’s tense in the room until Taehyung leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m only here because of you.”

A light blush tints your cheeks at his sweet confession, although it also makes you guilty. He later convinces you to eat with him in your room, and it’s comfortable in your bed as you chomp on the slices hungrily. 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” Taehyung asks as he chews on his pizza.

“Let’s do something you want for a change,” you answer after swallowing. 

Though he hasn’t been showing any lack of interest around you, you are aware that you haven’t been doing anything fun by his definition. You’re worried that you’ve bored him throughout this whole timespan of being together.

A smirk grows on his face and there’s that glint of mischief in his eyes that you’ve missed. Fair, the last time you saw it was before he traumatized you, but you try not to think about it much like you ignore the constant ache between your legs. 

“There’s this circus,” he begins slowly, “I hear it’s interesting. Would you want to come with?”

You know he’s leaving something out, his cautious tone and aura implicit he knows something you don’t. But you nod anyway, because you still stupidly trust him.

Taehyung’s car is old and retro, but he must have upgraded the engines for how fast he is driving. You like admiring his side profile as he holds the steering wheel, but the view is much more interesting when he catches you looking. It’s a far location, and you’re out of the city by the time he parks his car in the woods. How did he memorize the directions when it took an hour to get there?

“We’re here,” he announces before shifting the manual stick gear with a screech. You exit the car and he is not gentle with the way he slams the door closed, so you do the same. You can see hints of red colors between the cracks of the thin trees. 

“Is it open?” you question apprehensively. The sun hasn’t set yet, but it should be getting dark soon in the evening. 

“Hasn’t been open for a century. You wouldn’t believe the amount of history this place has.”

He takes the lead in his steps, and you follow behind though your gut doesn’t approve. The path isn’t long, and only then do you see the circus when Taehyung moves aside. It’s run down, worn out colors in the curtains, broken glasses on the ground and the circus barely holding itself up. There’s a huge cannon in the middle of the stage, the tip balancing itself on the ground. It’s kind of creepy, but Taehyung doesn’t leave you in the dark for long.

“A lot of crazy shit happened here, you know,” he piques your curiosity, “the clowns were fucking freaks. Any type of physical disorder landed you in here, whether you liked it or not. Even for babies,” he picks up an idle shard of glass, “these were jars. They had deformed fetuses on display on a stand, but the wind must have fucked it up.”

“Deformed fetuses?”

“Yeah, like, conjoined and some other stuff.” You grimace at his description, although it stirs empathy in you. The 20th century sounds inhumane. 

“Are these real stories?” 

“Yeah. And the cannon: they rocketed people from this very bad boy,” he points at it before standing under.

Your stomach sinks as you panic, “It could fall on you!” You pull at his hand and the force makes your chests meet. He smiles down at you before pecking your lips. You stammer, a little mad as he chuckles before walking to a wooden wheel. He makes a star pose after stepping on the metal stand, stretching out his limbs to fit the whole circle. 

“This was the Wheel of Death; they threw knives at targets on this. I think they only targeted females actually...” He nods at you to replace him as he hops off. You go along with his idea and climb on the stand, though it creaks weakly. He takes out a pocket knife from his pocket and you’re about to yell before he hurls it at you. It lands above your shoulder and you immediately scold, “What the fuck, Tae?! Why would you do that! I could’ve died.”

He shrugs with a bright grin, clearly unbothered by your stressing. “My aim isn’t too bad.” He walks over to you and collects his floating knife. “Besides, when have I ever hurt you?”

You bite your tongue and purse your lips with a glare. 

“See?” he whispers. “You can’t even name one time…”

He’s teasing your silence, how you can’t even dare to voice the specific night. You haven’t even told your parents and slept with him right after, and he finds that so interesting: that you trust him with your life. 

“You actually can’t? Wow, I didn’t realize I was such a good brother,” he grins lopsidedly before snapping his fingers. “On with the tour.” He is enthusiastic as he struts past the circus. You shake your head with a sigh but follow him regardless. “So there were sword swallowers, acrobats, strongmen, anything that drew attention. They had a shit ton of accidents and deaths, but you would die if you got boring as well.” Taehyung holds back a bush to let you pass; the place he’s leading you to is a lot more crowded with sages and trees than the previous path. “Once the initial attraction wears off, you’re a goner. They couldn’t survive in that society with those deformities, so it was suicide either way.”

“That is so cruel,” you mumble sympathetically. “This place was like a fractured fantasy.”

“At least they lived for a bit… up until someone ended it.” When he pushes away the woodruffs, you’re met with another rundown site with a few… cages? “This is the trailer. Where they stayed and got ready for their shows. Some were held against their will, and slept with the animals in those cages.”

You gape at your surroundings in shock. The trailer is missing one side of the wall, and the rest have been vandalized with random phrases written in spray paint. You don’t give much attention to the torture cages, because the trailer has a lot more to show. It still has couches on the incomplete hardwood flooring, and Taehyung plops on one. The fabric is torn and dust rises the moment he’s on the seat. “That’s so dirty, Tae,” you pull a displeased face.

“Don’t be rude to the past occupants. Their ghosts might still be around.” He wiggles his fingers as if imitating a monster. He then pats his thighs, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You begrudgingly do so, and he wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you flush against him. “Any theories on how this shitshow ended?”

“Police intervention?”

“Something like that, I guess. One of the acrobats went nuts and shot everyone, so the place was shut down.”

“What?” you widen your eyes at him. “Why did they do that?”

“He was going to be replaced, so he got rid of the competition. Very chilling,” he casually states. “There must be some bullet holes in the walls, but we can check that out later.” His head snuggles into your neck while you’re still processing his words, but you go blank when he starts leaving feather light kisses on your neck. “Right now,” he murmurs, “I just want you to ride me.”

“Ride you?”

“Don’t act innocent, you know what I mean. You said I could choose what we did today… and I want to fuck here.”

“Taehyung… I specifically told you we aren’t allowed to do anything sexual. You hurt me last time as well,” you frown at the mention. 

“I asked you if I ever hurt you earlier. Did you say anything?” he asks condescendingly.

“No…”

“Why are you saying I hurt you now? Don’t tell lies, baby. Besides,” his hand slides down to your thigh as he speaks in a low, sultry voice, “I’ve been loosening up your cunt. You don’t even wake up at night anymore. It won’t hurt this time, I promise.”

You had an inkling, the stupid inkling that you tried so damn hard to brush aside. “You fucked me in my sleep?” you force out, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “And you brought me here just to–”

“Christ, no,” he cuts you off offendedly, “I’m not that sick in the head. I didn’t plan it, but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.”

“You did it once!”

“I was on a lot of drugs then! I’m clean now,” he huffs in irritation. “I’m sorry about that, and I know my apology is long overdue or whatever, but give me a break. I’ve been into you since I was like 16.”

You turn to look at him - really look at him. There’s not a trace of guilt on his face; the roots of his messy teal hair have grown out; the beauty of his naturally downward lip corners; you don’t know what to think. Your mind is a mess because you don’t know what to make of his confession. He has manipulated you countless times, coerced you into doing things you would never do, and for once you reflect on his personality. This could be one of his schemes in order to get you to do what he wants, and ironically, he was supposed to be doing that for you. Through all of your scrambled thoughts, you only muster a meek “really?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “that’s why I want to be intimate with you.”

Lies, lies, lies, you think before gently pressing your lips against his. Despite your attempt at kissing him softly, he doesn’t cooperate by instantly sucking on your nether lip with vigor, his hands immediately meeting at your hips to gently rock them against his crotch. He bites your lip before swiping his tongue against it, coaxing, “Suck on my tongue.” The awkward angle from where you’re kissing him makes him turn your body to completely face him, your knees landing on either side of him on the uncomfortable chair. It doesn’t matter, because you’re starting to forget the whole setting, just about everything except for him as arousal begins to seep in. Heat pools in your stomach at the switch in mood, and he’s enjoying your compliance as he quietly moans into your mouth. 

While you’re busy relishing in his swirling tongue, he starts tugging down your pants and you help him without looking. You sit up to push it down your ankles and throw it on the floor along with your panties. “What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles breathlessly before leaving wet kisses on your lips and pulling away to take off his wrinkled shirt. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, equally breathless.

“I don’t know, you’re just… so hot when you’re horny.” His boyish smile grows on your flustered face as he says, “Take off your shirt. Wanna see those pretty tits again.”

You bite your lip to suppress your insecurities, but it doesn’t help when you’re left in your bra as you cover your chest. “Don’t be shy now,” he teases knowingly and removes your arms before unclasping the garment. “Take out my cock now.” His tone is gentle with encouragement. You unzip his jeans timidly, but your eyes grow in wonder at the outline of his erection. “I’m so hard for you,” he assures you in a whisper and takes your hand in his to rub himself. “You’re so pretty, and sexy. I fucked you every night because you’re just so irresistible. You understand, don’t you, baby?” 

“I… Yes,” you agree and finally push down his briefs. His throbbing cock stands proudly and you’re intimidated by the size until he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you.” He lightly touches your bare pussy, slick with your arousal as you shudder. He coats your vulva with all of it, giving special attention to your clenching hole as he inserts a single finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, and you’re confused by the lack of pain and the desire for more. It feels good and that is a surprise for you as you sink down lower on his finger. He curls it, adds another finger and stretches your walls, emitting a moan out of you. You’re liking it, and you don’t know why; he was so cruel the last time that you were convinced something would go wrong now. Nothing does, and if anything, his fingers make you feel the best you have ever felt though it is not enough. “More,” you beg and he replaces his fingers by pulling you to the head of his cock. He’s staring right at you with hooded lids as he rubs it up and down, making you release a needy whimper. “Please, Taehyung.”

And like the slave he was meant to be, he shoves it in with a grunt. Your scream catches in your throat at the initial sting, but it’s worth it when he screws his eyes shut in pleasure and bites his lip to hold back a groan. He looks angelic under you, although he is anything but. You realize he is waiting for your cue to move, and it flutters your hearts because he is more attentive to you this time. Rather than letting him take the lead, you act on your instincts as you roll your hips. It’s unsteady at first, the foreign position making it difficult for you to adapt to so fast. His audible quick breaths encourage you to take your time in angling your pelvis comfortably, and when an involuntary moan leaves you, you place your hands on his shoulders before sticking to the current stance and going up and down on him. 

“Oh shit, you’re doing so well,” he praises you between gasps, supporting your body with his hands, “feels so fucking good. My good girl.”

It gets to your head, how much he’s enjoying your motions. He meets them with thrusts of his own, perfectly hitting your cervix and blinding you with pleasure. What is it that makes you feel so wonderful in this situation? Is it the touch, or the complimentary fact that you’re the only person Taehyung wouldn’t get bored of? 

Could it be that you’re two of the same?

Maybe he’s the one desperate to please you, you think as he massages your breasts, flicking your hard nipples with his thumbs so graciously. The eerie silence is broken by both of your loud moans, ecstasy sensually building up in knots in your stomachs. Sweat accumulates on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face but not hiding the sight of his erotic expression. You arch your back and grind down on him, and he’s limp on the loveseat as he takes all that you give him so submissively.

It’s your turn to use him, and you actually start understanding what makes him so rash and impulsive in hopes of receiving this amount of serotonin. It’s worth it, the release of control and morals to be with him. “Taehyung, h-how did you do it?” you moan. “Every night, what did you do?”

“I,” he tries to catch his breath, “I used my fingers to stretch you out. One finger, then two, then three.” He groans and thrusts into you fast and hard, “I fisted you at some point, and you came in your sleep, and then on my cock. Moaning and whining every fucking night, like some filthy whore.” You mewl at his crude words. He’s so obscene with you, and you clench your walls in response. “You like being my whore, hm? Little freak.”

“Yes, yes,” you confirm in a whimper, nodding your head as you pass the dominance onto him. He’s fucking into you while you stand on your knees, eyes rolled back with drool about to drip from the corner of your mouth. He starts to rub your clit and kisses your neck for you to tighten around him over and over again; it’s heaven in an empty graveyard. It’s so fucked up, yet he can’t stop. You’re panting as he manipulates your body to mold with his. “I’m close.”

His hands fall on your ass, greedily kneading it as your hips begin to stutter, your orgasm climbing up just as your energy is falling down. It hits you like a truck: the peak of pleasure, accompanied by a silent scream, nails digging into his skin as your muscles tense. “Fuck,” you breathe once his thrusts begin overstimulating you, but it’s not for long as he shoots his load inside you with a groan. He’s twitching as his erection becomes flaccid, and you feel it as he pulls out. 

“Bet it didn’t hurt,” he jokes while you recover from your climax. You’re leaking with his cum and he uses his shirt to wipe you clean, making you shake from how sensitive you are. “I’ll buy you the pill on the way home.”

“Thanks,” you plainly say and stand up to pick up your clothes. You’re trembling slightly and a little achy, but it’s nothing compared to losing your virginity. 

“What? You gonna give me the cold shoulder now?” He’s only in his loose pants and has his shirt thrown over his shoulder. He buckles his belt while you put on your bra. 

“Why did you make us act like a couple in front of Namjoon?” After hearing his confession, the interaction before bugs you.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it because you didn’t want him to think I was single? Because you like me?”

“No, he’s a convicted felon. Crazy motherfucker killed his ex’s new boyfriend,” he reveals with a scoff. “Besides, if you like me, you’d like him as well.”

Putting your shock aside, you realize one thing: Taehyung doesn’t want to be replaced. Does that mean you hold power over him? Or will he do anything at any cost to be in your life?  Regardless of your internal monologue, you only reply with, “who says I like you?”

It’s a joke, and he knows it. As promised, he buys you an emergency pill and another shirt for himself on the way home. His days of slavery are over, and you wonder: where will he be tomorrow? Maybe take his father’s advice… 

#bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts smut #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #bts fic #taehyung fic #kth smut #bts #thekpopnetwork

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— You’re an avid listener to NSFW ASMR artist Hawks. It’s just your luck that he’s offered to have phone sex with you.

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pairing: takami keigo (hawks) x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, slight abuse of power/influence, phone sex, masturbation, degradation, praise, nsfw asmr artist!hawks

word count: 5,018

a/n: my keyboard is broken and i could actually cry. but hey, hawks do be sexy even tho I would never trust him with my life. also LOL this might be a call out to a lot of us, do not be offended or I will cry.

kinktober day 14 main kink: phone sex | kinktober masterlist

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Fantasizing about being in relationships with fictional characters was entirely healthy and normal.

That was something you believed to the core. It was fictional; thus, no one but you were to be hurt at the end of the day. The character, being fake, could never have an opinion because you must be real in order to have an opinion. So when you were between boyfriends, you discovered a new anime, and before you could stop yourself, you fell hard for a character.

It started as a mild obsession.

You had looked up fanart via google images, your heart warming when you saw the plethora of different fanart. The anime itself had been in circulation for a few years now, the manga for much longer, so the content was endless. Then google images wasn’t enough, and you began crossing into Twitter and Tumblr.

The fanart became better, more engrossing, and definitely much more NSFW. And then, one night during your endless rabbit hole down Tumblr after your daily search on Twitter, you stilled when seeing a new type of content.

⇒ grey fullbuster x reader

The obsession grew worse.

So much so that you had followed nearly five hundred self insert writers and artists on Tumblr, and maybe seven hundred artists, meta writers, and thread makers on twitter. But three months into consuming all the content you could find, you came across a new name that made you tilt your head.

Hawks Fierce Wings

It was a name that was being repeated and heavily talked about on both sites. It was an ASMR artist, apparently, and you frowned at the thought. You didn’t have anything against ASMR videos, but you weren’t exactly sure how to handle an anime ASMR artist. Were they cosplaying while making all those weird ASMR sounds? You really didn’t have any idea, but due to the immense boredom of your lazy day in, you decided to hell with it and tried out his most popular video.

It was simply entitled: Hawks is Jealous.

Did you have any idea as to who Hawks was? God, no, you didn’t. But if it was just some random cosplay he was going to do, you didn’t think it was going to matter. So as the only slightly educated ASMR listener, you never truly became invested when it was a thing; you slipped on your earbuds and pressed play.

The introduction screen faded into an illustrated picture of a slightly handsome man, and some calming yet tense music played in the background. You shifted, eyebrows drew as you waited for the ASMR session to begin, and when it did, you were not ready.

“I saw you walking around with that asshole today,” a voice practically growled in your ear, and you froze.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

For almost an entire hour, you sat glued to your sofa, your fingers digging into your lap as the jealous, spiteful words of this man named Hawks poured bitterly in your ear. His words were a near aggravated assault on you and definitely something you were beyond uncomfortable hearing from a stranger, but there was something about his voice that kept you there. Maybe it was the tenor of his tone or the way there was this sly, cunning scent to his words that he seemed to hide deep within his throat, but there was something that kept you there.

The second the passionate, heated kissing noises and heavy moans began to spill from his lips, you screeched, slamming your laptop closed as your cheeks pounded heavily.

Oh my god?!

It took a bit, but eventually, you were able to finish the audio and quickly figured out why he was an NSFW artist. You had never, ever heard a man eat a pussy fake or real as eagerly or vigorously as he did. Your hands were gripping the pants of your leggings, and your chest heaved.

Oh, motherfucking shit.

Finding out there were almost seventy other videos for you to still experience sent you scrambling for more, and eventually, you had to confess you were obsessed. Despite the anime fandoms you had discovered him for, Hawks seemed to be more famous for the content he created as himself. His real name was unknown by the looks of it, and he was only addressed as Hawks by his audience, something you caught on to quickly. So only after creating a new profile for his Youtube account, you made quick work of liking and commenting on every single of his already published seventy-eight nearly one hour and thirty-minute videos. 

Each one was different.

Each one filled with various roadmaps on how Hawks' scenarios would play out for you — the listener. When he used his own persona, he called the listener his little dove or his chicken nugget, sometimes his KFC thigh, or his shish kabob. 

You were glad at the very least he didn’t call you by any of those nicknames when pretending to fuck you at a speed only a “porn-is-my-only-education-on-porn” virgin teenage boy. You knew it wasn’t ideal, usually, but for some reason, it just worked. You commented on everything, read his summaries and thoughts on each video. Eventually, when you found yourself on his final, most recent video, you were ready to go a step further.

The Patreon app on your phone seemed jarringly out of place as you opened the app and subscribed yourself to Hawks' highest tiered option for the price of twenty USD.

And when you got your access to his page, you were immersed in more heavier, better content.

It was a goldmine in a sea of fools gold, and you absolutely went insane.

You weren’t sure if you were insane, needy, or just straight-up idiotic for scrolling to the very first Patreon post and indulging in the content Hawks created. 

There was a stark difference between the warnings alone between the Youtube videos and the Patreon posts. While the porn was readily accessible on Youtube, the kinkiest thing that ever happened in a video was a slight implication that Hawks had left the listener on a vibrator and fuckmachine as he went to go talk to the visiting neighbors.

It was a slight, tiny zone out and miss a detail, but one you had clung onto like an obsessed psycho and even commented on in your comment on the post. Of course, Hawks hadn’t responded, not that you had ever expected him to because all things considered, a video that was eight months old and hadn’t done that well, to begin with, didn’t seem like anything he would remember: notifications and all. 

But Patreon? Oh good, sweet, ravishing Patreon.

The very first video was of the following:

Stepbrother!Hawks fucks Stepsister!Listener in the stairwell during Christmas Dinner.

After praying and swearing to all the deities of the world that you were merely a person with a voice kink for this man and not, in fact, a perverted pseudo-incest worshiper, you clicked on it and began. It was downright sinful.

There were active voices whispered in the background as Hawks laughed about how fucking slutty you were for letting your brother fuck you like this. In the hallway, like a dog, where anyone in your joint family could walk out into. He laughed that you probably wanted it, how your wet ass pussy was greedily sucking him in, so how could you even begin to deny your lust for your brother.

You had to take a break five times during that audio.

Eventually, you do end up catching up.

Each video he had ever posted to your disposal, and most likely due to the different tier levels, you always commented on the videos. Even if it made you feel awkward for lusting over things months old, even if there were no other comments on the videos, which was much more common than you thought, you always commented and liked. It wasn’t anything ever crazy, you had seen the rarest comments bring a whole essay of analysis on why they loved it or the hating words, but you kept it simple.

Just something to keep Hawks spirits high without draining you even further of energy.

A simple: holy shit, that was hot as fucking hell!!!! you never disappoint me!!!

You never expected anything out of it; as a matter of fact, you had merely thought that you were doing the least by merely appreciating his creations when, one night, a few hours after you had gotten home. Your phone chimed with an alert.

Your mouth formed an ‘o’ in surprise; you hadn’t realized there was going to be a new release after he had just updated four days ago. Still, you popped in your earbuds and began the audio with a simple title.

i fuk ur stupid lil pus until u cri

He wasn’t precisely putting much effort into his titles these days, but his tags were definitely accurate and entirely explicit in what was to come. And in this newest video, the prominent tag was degradation.

You weren’t entirely into degradation, but still, you did what you had to do because you weren’t turned off by it. With the beginning sounds of the music playing in the background, you warped into the situation Hawks carefully carved.

But, oh?

Your face simmered with heat as Hawks dirty words dripped from the earbuds, the wet, squelching noise of your cunt and throat being fucked like some inanimate object made you soak through your panties as his disparaging words burned against your spine like a hot brand. After the thirty-minute audio was finished. Your body trembling with the aftershocks of an orgasm that had come despite the lack of actual stimulation of your clit, and you panted on your bed.

Opening your phone once again, you quickly liked the new audio and typed out your comment.

listen, i know i always comment about how fucking hot this shit is, but i have /never/ fucking soaked through my panties… you just did that and i expect a full refund for these panties 💦

You pressed send and, without so much of a second thought, continued your night. You had dinner, talked with friends, and ended the night curled back on the couch with a wine glass in your hand and a simple sit-com playing on the TV. The familiar sound of the Patreon alert rang in your ear, and you frowned, confused.

Grabbing your phone, you opened up the device and nearly shrieked at the sight of the information the notification that said:

Hawks F.W.: lets see those panties before i refund anything

A chill ran down your spine as you quickly put together the indications of this message, and you smirked, despite your quivering hands. 

Me: I have a seven inch dick requirement before seeing any of the goods — yes, that includes my panties

And from that very moment, you began a strange arrangement between you and the NSFW ASMR artist Hawks.

.

..

.

Working was the worst part of your life, you would say.

At work, you would sit in your small 4x4 cubicle, your shelves stacked with plenty of papers and items you needed, not to mention the computer that took up the majority of your desk. You weren’t quite sure what your job here was, you sort of sat at your desk and did meaningless assignments when assigned, but you did nothing for the most part. 

Before becoming an active Hawks stan, you would spend your time doing nothing playing video games. You had somehow managed to install a VPN onto your hard drive so that your employers wouldn’t be able to see what was on your screen outside of the home screen. They couldn’t trace what you did all day, but they could care less, given you got all your work completed on time and done in an over exceptional way.

But lately, since you had dropped into this… engrossed whore like relationship with Hawks, things changed. 

To be honest, it still shocks you to no end when he tells you that he had always been aware of you. Well, with your consistent, ever appearing comments on his posts and overall enthusiasm for everything he posted, it was hard to not be aware. The mental image of your soaked through panties after a long day at his own work had sent him over the edge, and he finally messaged you.

Through the DM’s in Patreon, the two of you grew to become quite the friends with benefits. He would send you countless personalized audio files because you had quickly confessed to your voice kink and how his voice sent your stomach into hormonal knots. In return, you’d send the picture of an occasional soaked panty, and if he was lucky, an audio clip of your pathetic whines back to his audios.

You couldn’t complain about this arrangement.

But as the number of his patrons doubled, and he wanted to entice his subscribers with paying him even more money, Hawks began to offer a bimonthly personalized five minute audios for his $20 tier. The fans poured into that spot, and Hawks and proudly sent you the new number of adoring fans he was getting. On account of growing platforms such as Tiktok, the number of new listeners he got was nearly exponential, as he currently passed one million followers last week. 

The cheeky bastard was also making enough money to stop working his regular work hours anymore. Choosing to transition slowly into his Patreon career while recording.

Hawks, however, seemed to have other ideas for your eventual personalized voice audio.

Hawks had simply asked if, by any chance, you were going to be working tomorrow the night before. Groaning loudly in recognition of your work schedule, you had texted him back that you were going to be working. Snidely including the fact that you weren’t rich like him, you needed the tedious old nine to five job.

Hawks: how utterly boring anyway u can b free around 2?

Me: Eh… probably not. Busy girl w busy schedule, ill be back from lunch so no break Why?

Hawks: well, u knw tht uve been amzing & th bst follower so i wanted 2 give u smthing better then the personalized audio

Me: Oh? Well, what is it?’

Hawks: pick up tmrw n find out

He had changed the subject immediately afterward by dodging all of your questions with ease. So you dropped it, and the two of you resumed a night of flirting. But now, sitting in your small cubicle, your eyes flashing to the clock that read 1:57 p.m., sweat began to build on your palm.

You peered down to your phone as you waited for something, anything from Hawks to show up. The fucker was too cheeky, evasive, and quick for his own good. You felt like pouting as you glared at the phone, waiting for the screen to light up.

And you stilled when finally, at precisely 1:59 p.m., your phone gleamed with light. You couldn’t abandon your computer mouse quicker than you did as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it, and reading the message from Hawks.

Hawks: do u have earbuds?

Me: Yes?

Hawks: good put them on n pick up

The moment you had read the first message, you were already pulling out your earbuds, synching them up to your phone, and placing them into your ear. But your jaw dropped when, for the first time, the call feature highlighted onto the screen, the time immediately changing to that of 2:00 p.m. The decline or accept button had never looked as daunting as it did right now.

Despite the call trying to go through, you still saw his follow up.

Hawks: if u dont pick up u wont get shit

[Accept]

You felt your heart hammering in your chest as both fear, apprehension, and excitement boiled through your veins, the hammering blood pounding in your ears as you waited for some sort of noise on the opposite side of the line.

“Little dove?” Hawks' voices filled your ears, and despite yourself, you smiled softly. The naturalness of his voice sends warm thumps down your spine.

“Hi, Hawks,” you whisper breathlessly, your head already checking to make sure your neighboring cubicle mates didn’t try to look over the divisions to stare at you. For the most part, the office building was quiet except for the phone calls, the clanking of computer keys, and the monotonous music playing softly on the speaker's head. 

“Whatcha doing?” he drawled, and you felt your skin heat up when you heard the all too familiar sound of his shoes hitting the top of his desk, the soft whine of his chair as he leaned back onto it. “Are you really at work?”

“What do you mean, am I really at work?” you squeaked, half horrified at the way the lazy, warm heat of lust was infiltrating your body at the sound of his voice, and the annoyance that he thought you had been lying? “Of course I am; it’s two p.m. on a Wednesday!”

“Ah, so little dove-chan is a raging pervert who engages in phone sex to bypass her long hours at work?” Hawks sighed his tone that of understanding and dismissal. You splutter. “You never fail to surprise me.”

“I do not do… that!” you stammer, your face feeling like hot cinders, your fingers and eyes double-checking to make sure that the audio was going to your earbuds and your earbuds only. You also couldn’t help the way your eyes swept around you, trying to make sure you hadn’t accidentally invited unwanted attention. “I said I was busy!”

“But, you picked up my call?”

“You said, or else!”

“Mmm, okay, I think I see,” Hawks tutted, and although you had never seen what you supposed to be his handsome face, you could imagine a lazy, toothy smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind using your little cubicle to talk you into fucking yourself good for me.”

Your jaw drops.

It hits the desk, and the muffled shriek of utter humiliation is only silenced because you bit onto your tongue like a rabid animal.

“Aw, you sound so excited for me already, little dove. I bet you want to know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you? I just know that I’m going to make you feel so... good…”

“Hawks!” you plea in a hushed whisper, your heart hammering where you sat frozen like a deer in headlights. Sure, you had definitely played his audios before to pass the time, but never before in your existence had you had actual phone sex. This was riskier than just listening to his audios; his audios always had a pattern, a way to escape from the madness of his voice when people were closer than you’d like. But this? No, there was no escape. “I’m at work! I c-can’t!”

“But, fuck, I want you so bad,” Hawks' voice dipped into a gravely tone, his voice just perfectly scratchy enough that your shoulders trembled in unspoken, untouched want. “I want to feel your cunt around my cock, baby, your pussy is so hot and I want to be the fucking lucky bastard that gets to fuck you through your bed.”

“O-Oh my god…”

“I’ve been thinking of what your tits look like,” Hawks continues on, his voice continuing in the style you liked the most. It was raw, heavy, and deep. No character impersonations, just him, pure Hawks. “I hope they bounce the way they do when I imagine you riding me. I want to see you moan when I kiss the underside of your tit, I want to see your face when you realize that you’re my girl, nobody's else's, but mine.”

Heat floods your panties at his words, your shallow breaths making him chuckle on the other end. 

“You’d be so lucky to be just mine, wouldn’t you, little dove?” Hawks snaps, his voice demanding a response, and you heave.

You look around, no one is near, and you croak out: “I’d be so lucky.”

“Louder.”

“I’d be so lucky.”

“Mm, there we go,” Hawks laughs, and your ears prickle for any noise that may indicate that someone was listening in. “What? Are you getting nervous that your needy ass will be heard by your coworkers right now? Answer me.”

“Mhmm,” you hum loudly, your cunt pulsing with more incredible heat and your hands shaking with a slight fear of being caught.

“Aww, don’t worry, little dove. I’m sure your boss will understand that you’re my newest fucktoy and will let me continue. Maybe they’ll want to join in?”

You whimper softly, shifting in your seat at that thought. You didn’t really want your boss coming anywhere near you, he was old and gross for one, and nothing could take the place of this beautiful man's voice in your ear right now.

“Oh, was that a no? You don’t want other people fucking you, do you, y/n? I bet you only want to have my cock in your tight little pussy, bet you want to watch the way that greedy little thing sucks me in, begging for my seed. Would you want me to cum deep inside you? You would like that little dove; you’d like to be full of my cum.”

“H-Hawks,” you keen as quietly as you can, your hips shifting uncomfortably in your seat, your heart hammering in your throat. The pressing heat in your cunt is growing, your panties growing with wet slick as Hawks' voice whispers down your ear, filling every empty and void space in your brain until you were having trouble focusing on the very much public spot you were in.

Hawks let out a soft, guttural moan, and you froze, face entirely combusting into an inferno as the familiar slick slapping of his fapping cock filled your ear. Immediately, you forgot everything.

“A-Are you—?!” you splutter, unable to find the words or the energy to come up with a way to ask if he was masturbating right now. Your eyes spun, your mind in a complete haze as soft, raunchy moans spilled from his lips, striking against your nerves and soul with each successive sound.

“I’m only trying to help you out here, dove,” Hawks growled, undoubtedly in effect to a rather loud smack of his fist colliding with his thrusting hip. “You’re the little office slut who picked up a phone call to entice in phone sex. I bet you knew exactly what I was going to do, and your pathetic, needy whore self caved to my instructions.”

Your fingers curled into the armrest of your chair.

“I bet this makes your boring ass job tolerable, the perfect distraction to a shit job, then imagining a few minutes of fucking yourself against my hard cock.”

“That’s not true!”

“No?” Hawks laughed, not believing you any more than you did. “So you wouldn’t hate it if I showed up and fucked you into the wall of your cubicle? You wouldn’t mind if I claimed your sweet-smelling pussy against your desk for everyone to hear? I know you can scream like a bitch in heat. I know that pretty little cunt of yours would milk my cock dry. Oh, I just know you would look so fucking sexy with your back arched, eyes closed, and you begging for hours just to cum. You wouldn’t cum without my permission, right?”

You gasped, heart fluttering, hammering in your chest as you shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

“I need a verbal answer, little dove.”

The heat in your core was blistering, your thighs shaking with your unadulterated lust and need as you ground into the cushion of your chair. All logic and moral long gone as he snarled and moaned your name in your ear, the slick of his fapping cock echoing like a great bell in your ear. You wanted to hear him cum, wanted to listen to the pithering sound of his echoing moans as he spilled the contents of his balls onto his hand — and how you wished it was your womb.

“I won’t cum w-without your permission!” you whispered, your skin shivering with your fear of being caught. 

“God, you sound like such a dirty fucking bitch. I bet your pussy is fucking soaked already. Bet you really want to run that slutty embarrassed finger against your clit but don’t want to be caught by your perverted coworkers,” Hawks hissed, his breaths turning into steady, heavy hot pants. You mewl softly, confirming his spoken thoughts, and he huffs out a laugh. “How many fingers do you normally shove up that pretty cunt of yours, little dove?”

“T-Three!” you gasp, your forehead pressing to the cool of your desk, your eyes glazed over and looking at the entrance of your cubicle, fervently wishing that no one tries to check on you as you grind against your stable chair. “O-Only three fit.”

“Fuck, you really do have a tight cunt, don’t you,” Hawks snaps, the wet sounds of his fisting hand around his cock a beautiful melody in your ear that makes you whine at the back of your throat. “Bet you can’t even fit cocks up your cunt without lube, huh. You gotta stay on top, or else you’ll get hurt with how thick and long my cock will be up that baby pussy of yours.”

“H-Hawks!” you grit out, the friction of grinding on the seat no longer working.

“Go to the bathroom, now,” Hawks commands, the small gasps on his voice from his approaching orgasm more than enough ammo for you to do as told.

You sprint to the bathroom, the slick of your cunt hot, and evident to you as you sped to the bathroom. Your phone clenched in your hand as you locked the door behind you, glad the room was empty. Barely managing to get yourself into the stall, the toilet paper placed on the seat as you raised your legs up, already prepared. The skirt you wore was bunched above your ass, and the panties you wore, stretching out around your knees.

“Sounds like you’re ready to start fucking that pussy for me,” Hawks laughs, but there's no humor, just bite. “Put in three fingers, now.”

Without even arguing or caring, three fingers slip into your cunt, and you cry at the feeling of your fingers completely stretching you out. The smell of sex and slick filling your nose as your fingers slick up, fucking your tight cunt as you moan louder and louder for Hawks. 

“God, your fucking pussy is so fucking wet, I can hear it from here!” Hawks moans, the frantic sound of his drilling hips gaining speed and momentum. 

“I want it to be you!” you moan, your face burning in your humiliation. “I want it to be you fucking my pussy, claiming me in this bathroom. I need you, Hawks, I want your cock so badly!”

“Fuck,” Hawks gasps, something tumbling in the background. “Such sweet words for a fucking dirty ass cumslut,” he growls, and your legs shake, your clit and cunt thrumming with your increasing arousal and pit of tightness in your core. 

“HAWKS, FUCK!” you sob as your hips try to start a merciless speed against your fingers, your body trying to match the speed in which Hawks was fucking his own hand.

“Keep screaming my name, whore.” Hawks gasps, his noises of pleasure beginning to grow louder and louder, your eyes crossing in satisfaction. “Screaming my name like the fucking slutty mess you are. All this shit just to get me to fuck you? God, you’re so fucking pathetic y/n. Begging for me, begging for more? I think you’re my favorite little dove ever, gonna make you mine whenever I get to fuck that pussy.”

“Hawks!” you wail his name again, your arms and pussy throbbing with the energy it takes to keep up with his inhumane speeds. Your vision seeing stars as you tremble more and more, your legs slipping from the toilet seat, yet. “I am your whore, your little dove. Please let me come, please! You fuck me so well, fucking hell, please, I needa cum, I needa cum!”

“Cum with me,” he snaps, his voice so deep, so dangerously smooth. It was precisely what you needed, the voice kink you had for his tenor exactly fulfilled entirely with that simple, last command. And just like that, your jaw slackens, head slamming backward, and pleasurable waves crash through you.

Your fingers still rock at your clit, and your vice gripped walls, your toes curling within your shoes as you soundlessly scream. Hawks, on the other end, is practically snarling, voice deep and altogether dangerous as grunt after grunt leaves him, and you can imagine the milk-white cum splattered all over his chest and hand. A beautiful, perfect sight that you wish you could see for yourself.

Exhaustion settles in your bones as you sit on the toilet, still entirely exhausted as you heave for air. 

“I think that was the best fucking orgasm I ever had,” you mumble, your eyes closed, not ready to stand up and move. “Thank you.”

“I’m good at what I… at what I do,” Hawks stumbles, husky exhaustion ringing in his own voice. “Now, little dove, finish up work, and I promise there’ll be a surprise waiting for you when you’re done.”

Not entirely agreeing, but not disagreeing with his command to go finish you last… two and a half hours at work, you begrudgingly said goodbye to Hawks before washing your hands and exiting the bathroom.

When five o’clock came, you watched as your phone screen lit up, and your face flushed as you read the DM from Hawks.

Hawks: this is my fav audio now ↳ hawks_littledove.mp3 but you surprised me today, so in case u ever want to have more fun sometime  call me 03-9183-2495 ;)

#hawks smut #hawks x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

[absolutebl]

Why does every relationship in the HIStory series have to be a bit weird?? I just want to watch my BL and be happy that Taiwan has legalised gay marriage. I don’t want to think about the 12-year-age-gap, stepbrothers, VERY DUBIOUS consent relationship that is happening. How hard is it to write an at least semi-healthy relationship? 😭😭 Like, come on, if UWMA can get 90% of the way there without even trying, you can do a little bit of work.

Oh that’s an easy one. 

1. Country Connections

Taiwanese BL owes its narrative heritage to EXACTLY what you would expect: a combination of early Japanese live action yaoi and Chinese BL pre 2016. Dark troubling narratives full of dubious consent (well, rape) and obsession (to the point of kidnapping), also forget stepbrothers, they went straight into incest. Well, not straight. 

You know what I mean. It could be A LOT worse given the history of BL in the two countries most culturally impacting Taiwan. 

Thailand doesn’t have the same heritage. It’s BL comes from its own Y-novels (which were informed by yaoi but not as much as you’d think). It’s actually one of the BL industries most removed from the yaoi roots - and associated tropes. Also it’s produced so many BLs for so long now, it’s shifted away from what weak connections it did have even further. It’s had time and bandwidth to do so. 

Frankly I’m really grateful Taiwan gives us happy endings at all. We could be in for A LOT more HIStory 3: The BL That Shall Not Be Named. By rights we should still be getting darker stuff from them, given how young and small their BL industry is. 

They pretty much did a primitive streak on their BL evolution, and are way ahead of anything we’ve any right to expect. I certainly didn’t anticipate gems like We Best Love and Be Love In House: I Do, not to mention Papa & Daddy in one year. I mean I HOPED for them. But I thought it’d be a couple more years of HIStory 4′esk mindfucks first. 

2. Size & Writer Pool 

Of all the BL industries we talk about, Taiwan is the smallest. They have 22 BLs total. TOTAL. Thailand produced that number LAST YEAR alone. So give ‘em a chance to grow up a bit, they’ll get there. 

Also Taiwan doesn’t adapt from novels or mangas, not much anyway. Because they are TINY, they don’t have a yaoi or y-novel industry to pull from, and they don’t have the money to option from Japan’s vast array of offerings (sadly). So it means story is always going to be their weakest element. An industry low on writer talent falls quickly back into old-fashioned tropes. 

3. Taste 

Taiwan has a queer axe to grind and we love that but they combine it with a very specific story taste that is pretty old school so far as certain tropes are concerned, even as they let go of others under the weight of queer reality and at least our boys end up together 70% of the time.

Japan is likely to go a little dark and a little kinky with their romances (or really dark and/or really kinky). 

Korea is likely to go the purity root with slow burn low heat. 

Thailand is likely to beat the dead horse of strongly heterosexualized seme/uke even into something as enlightened as Lovely Writer. 

It’s many things, but also taste. Like popular music. Or what’s considered fashionable. 

Romance is about taste. Het or BL or truly queer. Cultural taste on screen is a reflection of what we find socially acceptable as masculine and feminine, as gay and straight, as romantic and sexy. In a drama we push those boundaries to make the narrative more exciting and edgy. There’s always going to be a slight test to see “what can we get away with?” Thailand likes to do this with trans characters, evil female archetypes, and punching down humor. Taiwan likes to push taboo (so does Japan), it’s their thing. 

As watchers sometimes we react better or worse to certain tropes, or categories of tropes. I happen to be deeply mad at Devil Judge right now because Korea is doing the pre-Feminist classic “strong & powerful women must be either hyper sexualized seductresses or bad mothers” and in both cases = evil. On the other hand, I don’t mind age gaps or stepbrothers. Age gaps I find kinda hot, to be honest, it’s the only het romance I regularly consume. 

All of which is to say, yeah the HIStory franchise is whackadoddle but ho boy is it hot about it. Or at the very least... to my taste. 

#taiwanese BL #asianbl #asian bl #thaibl #thai bl #History 3: make our days count #History 4: Close to You #HIStory 3: Trapped #the HIStory franchise

[ditttiii]

Brothers Conflict || 01.

Thrust into an already established family, you struggle to find your footing while dodging the advances of seven, incredibly good looking stepbrothers.

Your father marrying, and you suddenly having to live under the same roof with seven step brothers was a royal mess or so you had thought, Because them falling in love with you was so much worse. Or was it?

◈ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humour, Smut and maybe a little angst. (PG-18) (step brother AU) (They are all adopted, I do NOT support incest, this work is inspired by the popular anime/manga Brothers Conflict)

◈ Pairings: OT7 x Reader (final pairing: will be decided by readers, could also be ot7) (reverse harem)

◈ CHAPTER ONE

WC: 2585

Warnings: Curse Words (sfw) 

Masterlist (all available chapter links are here)

Taglist

Your eyes take in the humongous structure in front of you, and you try your best to not look too awestruck. You aren't sure how well that works out, considering you can hear your best friend muffling her laugh beside you, but you don't bother to turn and check.

'Pretty sure this isn't the last time this is going to happen either.' You think, as you bite your lower lip and wipe your sweaty hands over the denim of your jeans.  

"Girl, you scored a jackpot." Sunmi teases, her angelic yet somehow demonic at the same time, giggle following close after. 

You, in response side eye her and choose not to reply. What would you even say? Depending on who answers, the reply would differ anyways. 

Though you still aren't sure what your answer would be.

Till a week ago you were just a 20-year-old university student, who while technically was said to be living with her father, at the end of the day virtually lived alone. 

Your father is a famous adventurer. You don't know what that term entails precisely, but too scared of the possible connotations that it might bring forth, you avoid letting your curiosity run too deep. 

You think some part of it involves climbing and hiking mountains though. 

Has to be.

"Are we seriously going to stand here like a bunch of creepy fangirls all day? Woman, that is your home now. Move it before I do it for you!" Sunmi grumbles before she locks her arm with yours and then proceeds to forcibly, drag you across the driveway.

"Wait! Sun stop! Ohmygod, Will you stop you crazy banshee?" 

Sunmi, in all her eccentric glory, does not. Instead, she turns, gives you a non-pulsed look and then continues to drag you over against your will, her silky,  long, black hair billowing behind her like a cape and hitting you in the face. 

Of course. 

You try to dig the heels of your converse into the pavement below, but it's smooth and cemented, and you almost trip and break your jaw, before you decide that it is simply not worth it and allow her to drag you against your will. 

"This is an insanely long driveway, for fucks' sake, why would anyone need such a long driveway anyway?" 

You let out a snort when you hear her say that and let your eyes take in the view as you reply, "It's a rich people thing, you peasant."

The answering elbow that digs deep into your ribs is totally worth it, you decide.  

The cool breeze feels heavenly, and you sigh as you feel it between your strands and over your heated scalp. The area that surrounds the large sprawling five-storey mansion in front of you is lined with trees. Tall hills coloured green by vegetation, with their tips shrouded between clouds, form the backdrop. 

There is also a fancy, intricate water fountain that you think is made of white marble? Or some sort of white stone maybe? In the middle of the driveway. 

‘Expensive,’ You decide and glance around.

The driveway itself spreads all across the front of the mansion, forking and getting divided into two separate pathways a little further away from the building. Between the divided paths is where the fountain is, it's base surrounded by a kaleidoscope of pretty, bright flowers.

At the call of a bird, your gaze snaps up, and you see as a couple of graceful, little, birds fly over and pass you by. Their chirping fills the quietness of the atmosphere, with a pleasant, dulcet ring. 

If nothing else, at least the place is beautiful. 

You stop when Sunmi rings the doorbell and scoot a few inches behind her. 

'I am not trying to hide, I'm just strategically camouflaging.' You think to yourself, but you know you're lying.

Sunmi apparently does too, as no sooner had you scooted back, that she yanks you ahead of her. You wince when you feel your muscles protest, and aim a glare at her. 

"I hope you realise that if you dislocate my shoulder, you will have to assist me until it heals back." 

Sunmi gives you a look before she quips back, "Why would I? I hope you realise that you now have seven ridiculously good looking brothers to take care of you instead." 

At your disgusted expression, she wiggles her eyebrows and of course because the world is never at your side you hear someone clear their throat behind you. 

A part of you dies inside when you realise that someone probably overheard what your stupid, loudmouth of a best friend had just said. 

Add a mental note to punch Sunmi at the earliest. 

You are snapped back out of your thoughts when you feel her pinch your stomach and you yelp as you twist back to face the door, only to stop dead in your tracks. 

There holding the door open and standing at the threshold looking like a Greek god, was Kim Seokjin, who if you remember your information right was the oldest brother. Now your stepbrother. 

He smiles when he sees your startled expression and bows. 

"Ah, yes we have been waiting for you Y/N. I am Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin-oppa if you'd prefer that." 

Startled, your face breaks out into colour when you hear that, and your voice comes out broken as you say, "O-op-Oppa?"

You don't know if he doesn't hear you or if he's just ignoring you, but the next second he's bowing and introducing himself to your best friend. Sunmi, of course, preens under the attention as she does the same and somewhere in the back of your mind, you snort at how much of an attention whore your best friend is. 

Once they are both done, he turns to you and his smile widens as he holds the door open, as if indicating for you to move in. Your eyes fall to his smile and thus to his lips, and all you can think about is how his lips are better than yours.

‘Why does he need such full lips anyway?’ You think jealous, and more than a little self conscious.

Sunmi, however, takes the hint and tugs on your hand again, stepping in first. 

You trail a few inches behind her taking in the interior of the house, only to jump when you feel someones’ hand at the back of your waist. 

You spin on your heels and pause as you realise that you are now an inch, away from Seokjins very wide, very built chest. The smooth, pale skin of his torso, glimpses back at you from in between the deep V-neck of his button-down shirt, and you feel a blush rising from deep above your own chest, as you realise the close proximity. 

The feel of his hand that is still, on your waist doesn't help either. 

However, before you can ponder on too much, over the utter perfection that are your eldest step brothers shoulders, and then promptly be horrified at that following train of thought, you are walking again. 

Sunmi apparently had not caught onto your little pause, as she continues to tug you across the room.  

Stumbling, you try not to trip face-first onto the floor. Your eyes widen, and your face burns when you feel the hand that was till now placed lightly over your waist, grip your side, before twisting you forward and then moving away. 

A second later, your brother lightly brushes your shoulder with his as he moves forward and directs you and Sunmi to where everyone else is apparently waiting for you. 

You blink as you try to wrap your head around what had just transpired.

You think he was just trying to help you but is gripping your stepsister's waist seconds after meeting her for the first time an acceptable form of action?  

Out of your depth, and baffled at his actions, you just follow along behind Sunmi, as you try to get your thoughts straight and your raging blush under control. 

Deep breaths Y/N, in and out, there we go.  

Once your cheeks no longer feel like they are trying to light themselves on fire, you raise your head and glance around. 

The interior was just as grand as you had expected it to be. The walls tall and glassed, let in the sunshine from outside and created a bright, warm ambience. There were potted plants, placed around every few steps, and you wonder if they are real or fake. There's an undertone fragrance of jasmine in the air that makes you think that maybe the plants are real. 

The ceiling is high and most of the interior white, or metallic. Lights hung from the ceiling in designer, metal frames and there were white leather couches spread around along with a few showpieces. 

The uniformity of the interior is only interrupted by the vast array of paintings around you.  There were paintings scattered all across the walls, some hung higher than the others,. You try to see if there is a pattern or not as you pass a few by and look closer, but quickly give up when you realise they are pieces of modern art.

Yep, too dumb for that. 

You let that train of thought go as you force yourself to stop suddenly to avoid smashing headfirst into your best friends back. Looking ahead, you realise that you are now standing in front of an elevator. You clench your jaw to prevent it from unhinging to the ground and instead glance at Sunmi, to see if she is as gobsmacked as you are.

Your best friend, apparently somewhere on the way had taken her cellphone out and was now aggressively hitting the screen as she tries to text back with one hand, the other one still firmly locked with yours. 

Apparently not then. 

Your jaw still clenched, you look up to see the capsule-like glass-walled lift come down to your floor. It stops with a soft 'ding', and you follow behind Seokjin, for once tugging Sunmi instead of the other way around.

It's when you are inside the lift ascending to some floor above, that you realise your predicament. Sandwiched between Seokjin on one side and Sunmi on the other, you try not to fidget as you feel your stepbrothers shoulder brush with yours, as he leans back against the wall beside you. The lift is spacious, and you don’t understand why you all are standing so close, but you don’t say anything or move.

Trying your best to not seem rude, you just bite your lips and look down at your feet, rocking back on your heels, as you tug the lace of one of your converse with the other. 

The ride up is quiet with only the low, generic elevator music ringing in the background. 

'This is awkward, should I say something? I should probably say something.' 

That's when you realise that you hadn't introduced yourself, nor said a single coherent word since Seokjin had opened the door for you. 

The thought sends you tumbling down another self-induced shame spiral. 

As if that wasn't bad enough, you think back to just what, he had heard when he had opened the door, and you decide maybe not saying anything would be a wiser course of action. Least you open your mouth and embarrass yourself further. 

Realising the potential harm of using your vocal cords, you stay quiet and instead take the time to really look at your eldest stepbrother. Or is it just brother now?

Would it be rude if I referred to them as my stepbrothers? Is the thought that your mind brings forward and you bite your lip as you think of how you should proceed ahead. 

As you look at your brother from the corner of your eyes, your breath hitches when you realise just how good looking he is. The picture that your father had shown you clearly did not do him justice. 

His luscious, black hair, is gelled back to keep it off his forehead and his ridiculously thick eyelashes are long and slightly curled at the end, framing his almond-like eyes.

As your gaze trails down his side profile, you gulp when you realise that while he looks like a classic movie-star with his thick, high arched eyebrows, you probably look like a haggard, homeless woman in contrast.

The thought doesn't quite sit well with you, and you let out a quiet huff in annoyance. 

Apparently, you huff wasn't as quiet though because not a second later, you feel Seokjin nudge your side and your gaze snaps up to look at him—his brows raised and a look of concern plastered over his face. 

Your lips part, as you think to reply but when no words come out, you snap them shut, pulling on a tight smile instead and just shake your head to assure him that you are fine. 

The unconvinced, concerned look on his face stays, but thankfully he doesn't pry and leaves you to your own devices, with a soft reassuring, squeeze to your hand. 

You, however, because are socially awkward and love to embarrass yourself, proceed to let out a yelp as you flinch away from his touch and crash into Sunmi's side.

"Jesus ouch! Y/N are you okay? Did you see a spider or something?" Sunmi asks concerned, as she slips her phone back into her pocket and pulls you to her side, wrapping an arm around your waist. Beyond mortified, you just shake your head and curl yourself around her body, seeking the familiar warmth and comfort of your best friend. 

You don’t turn to look what the expression on Seokjins’ face is.

'This day couldn't get any worse.' You think now utterly embarrassed and push your head into the side of Sunmi's neck, and hope that the world crashes so that you don't have to look into your stepbrother's eyes again.

'He probably thinks you're a psycho.' Your brain adds, and you internally groan and snuggle into your best friend more, the increasingly familiar blush overtaking your face again. 

Earlier, you think you might have jinxed yourself. Because no sooner, had the doors of the lift opened, and you had stepped out, that you tripped and fell face-first onto the floor. 

Smooth.

Thankfully the floor was covered with a soft plush carpet, and soon your best friend was by your side, her concerned voice ringing in your ears, which was then followed by Seokjins’ as his crouched figure comes into your peripheral vision. 

You would be more embarrassed, but you are pretty sure he already thinks you are deranged, so you just take this one in stride and raise your face to look up and reassure them both that you are alright. 

However, the scene that greets your eyes is a little different. 

Standing there in front of your fallen form, faces ranging from curious to concerned are six more men. 

Six more men that you realise, are the rest of your stepbrothers.

The realisation hits you like a bucket full of ice water being poured down your back, and you hold back a frustrated scream, as the absolute ridiculousness of the day catches up with you. 

But instead of shrieking, you just groan and let your raised face fall back onto the carpet.

Carpet fur in your mouth and mushed against your face, you realise that no, your day could and just did get a lot worse. 

A/N: ETMY is still my priority, but I write wayy too much angst so here’s a light hearted, fluffy, crack fic to balance my masterlist. Lemme know your thoughts, and remember the final pairing will be decided by you, there won’t be any vote but I’ll keep a track of who is being favoured. OT7 can also be the future pairing, if you guys so choose.

Thanks for reading and have a pleasant day ahead!

#networkbangtan #btswritingcafe #btsghostie #bangtanidx #ficswithluv #bangtanscenery #btsgoldnet #goldenclosetnet #btswriterscollective #btsbookclub #bangtanhq #thebtswritersclub #vantaenet #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #btsfanfic #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts fluff #bts poly au #bts poly fic #bts poly relationships #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #jimin fanfic #hoseok fanfic #namjoon fanfic #ditttiii writes

[tobeornottotc]

I think people don’t understand why the shipper is so problematic for some people. Yes it’s written well and it’s a good show apart from the problematic themes, yes there are other shows that are just as problematic. I agree with all of this. I don’t even want to say the ending of the shipper is bad. It’s not it’s not rushed, it’s told properly and done well at some parts, the mysteries and plot twist did keep us intrigued and interested unlike some bl shows it felt refreshing and unique except if I have to hear one more time that it’s reality that people die and never explore what they have with others that people prefer this to a cliche happy ending found in Bl shows. I’m goanna lose it! In fact I’ve already lost it, I’m already pissed of. I have been watching BLS for a long time, I have seen how it started how because being gay is seen as problematic to some of these countries writers who were secretly homophobic and straight and did not understand anything about LGBT would make sure that in order for the show to air it had to associated with taboo topics and have a bad ending. Characters died when they didn’t have to, there’s an actual name for this in all types of shows called bury the gay trope, or bury the bi trope. It’s exhausting it’s not a cliche happy ending when a bl ends well with characters having a relationship and being happy. Why don’t they get a chance to do so? Why is it cliched to all you straight people who don’t understand that lgbt find bls as close to representation of tv shows they can get that are fluffy and happy. Why can’t they’ll be able to idealise and dream about happy endings. Why are people making money of people being gay whilst showing a message all the time that it’s not natural for them to have a good ending. GMMTV seriously does this all the time with its shows either the shows are too censored and the gay couples don’t act like actual couples I’m not talking about sex I’m talking holding hands, cuddling etc see together and sotus, or they die or are villains. Other shows being gay Is equates to having feelings for brothers or stepbrothers which is connected to incest, others is predatory old men hitting on students like together with me. It’s just so fucking frustrating to keep watching BLS and hoping that something changes and we get a happy ending, a plot twist where a good produced show actually just focuses on the BL characters but treat them as normal couples that deserve happy ending this has happened with Dark blue kiss and theory of love these are the kind of shows we should have, we shouldn’t be baited into coming to watch a show because of the idea of holding out hope that we get a good story with the two bl characters of the show, we shouldn’t always have to be frustrated at the lack of potential of shows. We shouldn’t have to scream to be heard for just a good produced show to actually respect LGBT representation and just write a story without forcing a sad ending that makes no sense. I hate the shipper because I don’t understand even if the ending tried to explain why. I don’t understand why we had to learn so much about Kim only for him to be dead the whole time what was the point yes it has a good educational message about life or whatever but why is it okay that we get a bl kiss from two brothers rather than the actual two people who have feelings and have an actual strong narrative about their love. Why is such a good narrative ending with the bl characters beings separated by the dreaded death trope. It’s annoying. So yes shipper episode 12 was not bad. It’s frustrating and I’m tired of having to go into shows and seeing the same shit over and over again. I thought GMMTV finally passed that with theory of love and dbk and he’s coming to me. But no they still keep on doing this bullshit like with 2gether with the directors ruining the couples growth because of their need to force two guys to act like bros instead of two people in love and honestly I’m just tired and disappointed.

I really like a clown hoped for WAYKIM their love seems precious and actually strong and had a good narrative behind it. There was so much potential and it hurts. Because instead we got to watch them just be confirmed and never fully getting to be together. Like a good plot, good directing, good actors and a good love story apart from the problematic stuff- this show would have become one of the best bls just by actually telling a different story. I don’t care if it wasn’t realistic that Kim could come back from the dead with all that’s already going on this show nothing is realistic. And now we might have a season 2 hinting he could come back in even more pissed because they could have just done it here instead of trying to make more money by luring fans into begging for season 2. This is my final opinions on the shipper and why I’m allowed to be angry that another bl character ended up dying whilst the heterosexual characters had a good ending. Miss me with hetero bullshit. It’s annoying, baity and just plain stupid. End of.

#the shipper #thai bl #waykim #bl series #analysis #lgbt representation #reviews

[jcmorrigan]

001 - Danganronpa

Favorite character: KAZUICHI SODA IS MY BABY BRO!!! Look, I know he's problematic but he's also a kind soul, a wayward outcast, a heartbroken man, anxiety incarnate, and just a very relatable everyman lens through which to view DR or any fanwork you put him in. He has far too much energy and I'm here for it. After him, JUNKO ENOSHIMA. She's glam, she's spontaneous, she's sadistic, she's just here to fuck up some shit, she'll keep rotating personalities and accents for as long as it takes to keep it fresh in her own mind while everyone's just like "What the hell, lady?" She broke the planet and I'm glad. Just an engaging villain. After that, my love goes out to Shuichi Saihara, Kaito Momota, and Tsumugi Shirogane.

Least Favorite character: TERUTERU HANAMURA. So you show me how he can't respect women (or hot men) for two hours, then try to claim that he loves his mom? Did his poor sick mom approve of him womanizing (and man-izing)? No wonder Kazuichi picked up some horrible habits hanging around this fuckwit. Also shout-out to all five of the Warriors of Hope for having bomb designs and then failing to impress me across the board.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Kazuichi Soda x Weiss Schnee (RWBY), Junko Enoshima x Jerome Valeska (Gotham), Tsumugi Shirogane x Mr. Sparkles (Big Hero 6: The Series), Shuichi Saihara x Naminé (Kingdom Hearts), aaaaand Sondam

Character I find most attractive: Kaito Momota

Character I would marry: Ehhhhhh I'm not sure. I'd like my husband material to be a bit older than all of them.

Character I would be best friends with: See, while logically I know that a RL Kazuichi would be too much to handle, I still really want to be his pal. (H...hey...Junko and Tsumugi? Can I hang? Can we invite Mukuro?)

a random thought: You know that whole revelation in SDR2 that the Remnants of Despair replaced their body parts with Junko's salvaged from her corpse? In a world where DR3 is nonexistent, do you ever wonder what the ones who weren't Nagito, Mikan, or Fuyuhiko had? (I do like the idea of Fuyuhiko losing his eye in Neo World because it was gone IRL and replaced with Junko's. Junko WOULD be that cheeky to arrange such a thing.) I personally like to think Kazuichi had one of Junko's legs. Walked with a limp for a loooooong time.

An unpopular opinion: I actually like Korekiyo Shinguji. I like fucked-up villains, and it's not like they ever endorsed what he did as a good thing. I think you were supposed to feel disgust upon him disclosing his true nature, because Shuichi sure was disgusted and worked hard to bring him down for it. I don't really feel "betrayed" by the writing either because the whole series, as the mystery genre, revolves around there being horrible twists to uncover at every turn, and the previous two games also had characters they let you get attached to only to reveal a darker side later (Celeste stands out big-time). Also, it just strikes me as frickin funny that his whole motivation was incest and the others cringed, and then Tsumugi's love hotel scene has her revealing she has a stepbrother kink, and Tsumugi is the one who created Kiyo as an entity, so basically she was like "FINALLY I GET TO FANSERVICE MYSELF WITH MY KINK"

my canon OTP: I don't even know how you'd consider a DR couple "canon" because I feel like a lot of the subtext gets far but it's never explicitly said. I'm gonna take the Word of God statement to say Ishimondo is in fact canon, and I love it. The chill delinquent tol loves his high-strung smol.

Non-canon OTP: Kazuichi/Weiss is becoming more of a joy the longer I have it

most badass character: Going by what we hear in her case file, Mukuro Ikusaba. Oh, man, what I would give to see gameverse Mukuro kicking some ass. I mean the "IF" short story did give us the text version of that mental image, which I appreciate a lot.

pairing I am not a fan of: Kazuichi/Sonia; he needs to learn to let her go and be better to the next girl. SaiOuma, Kiibouma, and Oumota all feel like they require Kokichi to be too nice and vanilla and functional in the relationship, and Oumeno is that but also straight which Kokichi is not. Nagito/Mikan; he gay and she into a completely different type of villain.

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): They never let Taka grow out of his grief before he simply died. Hiro was just a joke and the longer he went on, the more of a jerkass he became. Kaito is a WONDERFUL character but I don't like that there's a random bit of homophobia hidden in an optional scene in the English translation (if this is gonna be a flaw of his, at least have it out in the open), and even less the transphobia in the Japanese translation. Angie was just one long racist joke, Nagito's motivation was really roundabout to explain, and then...DR3. Just DR3. Junko Enoshima converted her Remnants through hard work and persuasion, not a magic hypnotism video!

favourite friendship: Shuichi, Kaito, and Maki. Otherwise known as "the positivity beam and his two anxious misfits."

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: KAZUICHI IS BABY BRO

#danganronpa #incest cw #horror cw

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Keep It In the Family

Characters: Billy Hargrove x Reader (AU)

Summary: Billy is beginning to think this family is seriously messed up. Not only do you, his stepsister, have the hots for him, but...well, he has the hots for you, too.

Words: 5,364k

Warnings: 18+, incest (stepbrother & stepsister), Billy being his snarky self, cursing, female and male masturbation, smut, p in v, fingering, male oral receiving, unprotected sex, underage sex (both still in high school), rough sex. 

A/N - This is a trope I’ve been dying to give a whirl. Billy was the first to come to mind. Shoutout to @sidehowriting for all the encouragement. Half of this is pure filth. If that’s your thing, hope you enjoy! Unbetaed, all mistakes are my own.

"What the hell are you doing? It's like the perfume department here."

Billy turned around from his reflection, smirking wickedly as he looked you up and down. "Going on a date. You may not have heard of that before."

"Fuck you, asshole," you sneered, walking away from the door.

"Potty mouth! Don't make me tell Susan!"

Billy couldn't help but laugh from his spot. A date isn't what he would name tonight. It was just another night with another girl. They would probably go to the movies and fuck in the backseat of his car afterwards. But still, taking any jab he could at his stepsister was also too fun to resist.

It had only been just a year that Billy's dad married your mom. Their love moved everyone across the country to butt fuck Indiana, not caring what you or your new stepbrother thought of it. Billy thought this town was mediocre at best. Y/N couldn't say she disagreed.

This was probably the only thing you both had in common, besides being in the same grade. You would often make fun of this empty, boring town together and laugh at the comments you made about other desperate people.

Well, of course, that was when Billy wasn't in one of his moods.

Otherwise, you two were polar opposites. Billy smoked cigarettes, partied often, and went on multiple escapades with his female classmates. Meanwhile, Y/N was on the cheerleading team, had straight A's in everything, and stayed up on the phone all night talking about or to other boys. You were a Nancy Wheeler type of chick; the type that annoyed Billy to no end.

So when he came home that night and walked past your door, cracked open just the slightest, he didn't expect to stop dead in his tracks.

Just to make sure he wasn't hearing things, he peaked his ear and evened his breathing. And there it was, just the quietest whimper of pleasure he'd ever heard.

No, he definitely didn't expect that.

Taking a deep, quiet breath, he stepped a few steps back. His vision lined up with the crack of the door open. And damn, he could swear his breath caught in his throat.

No, he definitely didn't expect to see his step sister naked. And touching herself.

Immediately, his head whipped away. He widened his eyes in horror, whispering, "What. The. Fuck?"

Great. Now, he just caught his stepsister masturbating. Now, he can't get this image or sound out of his head. He'd probably have to stab his eyes out now.

Willing his legs to move forward, he wanted to walk back to his room. He wanted to drink the small bit of vodka he had left under his bed. Hopefully that was enough to get him drunk and straight to bed, forgetting he ever saw you touching yourself.

The only thing was that he couldn't. No matter what, his legs wouldn't move forward. He was frozen in place, as if in a lucid dream.

And then, he moved his head back to the crack of the door. Looking at you.

Billy's eyes were glued to you like no other sight he'd ever seen before.

Everything about you in that moment was mesmerizing. The rise and fall of your breasts as your breathing became shorter; your legs spread wide as your small hand rubbed over your clit, up and down, left and right; your hand traveling to your breast to massage it, to pluck your nipple between your fingers. Everything was making Billy's hand travel down to the front of jeans, confirming the obvious.

Yes, he was definitely that hard watching his stepsister mastubate.

But then two fingers traveled down to your cunt, sliding inside with ease. And he could've sworn he almost came at the sight of it.

"God damn," he mouthed.

Without even meaning to, his hand was palming the front of his jeans. He needed some sort of friction, anything to get rid of this feeling. The tightening of his balls and the hardness of his cock needed to settle the fuck down. He couldn't continue watching his step sister touch herself, thinking you were doing it in private.

This was wrong on so, so many levels.

Billy knew he was going to hell, but after this, there was no question about it.

And then he heard your slick echo in your bedroom. Your fingers fucked into you so fast that your hand slapped against your skin. Your head fell back against the pillows. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned a little louder than you meant to. And that's when he heard it.

"Fuck, Billy! You feel so good."

What?

His hand stopped just before he squeezed his dick through the denim. That's when he went straight to his room and tossed in the bed for the rest of the night. 

Sleep wouldn't stay with Billy for long, especially when all he could think about was Y/N masturbating. And you were touching yourself talking about him. Your stepbrother. Of all people. 

You were masturbating, moaning his name. Squeezing your breast, flicking your bundle of nerves, probably imagining it was his touch instead. 

Lord have fucking mercy.

Maybe this family was seriously fucked up.

He just had to know...did you cum? Did you grow frustrated not being able to get yourself off without his help? He had to assume that. It's exactly how he felt that night, when sweat broke out across his forehead.

In feverish motions, he tried pumping his fist up and down his cock to the thought of his stepsister and your sexy little body sprawled across the sheets, with your small hand rubbing against your dripping folds. But then he would huff and turn, giving up, cursing at himself for even being in this predicament. For all of a sudden thinking about how his stepsister would look underneath him as he would plow you into the mattress. 

Billy just knew his hand didn't, couldn't even compare to the real thing. 

The next morning went on without a hitch. Neil and Susan left for the day, probably to run the usual Saturday errands. Y/N was probably over a friend's house. And this left Billy more relieved than he should've been. Now, he could workout in peace without any distractions. Pumping iron, blaring Metallica, and smoking a cigarette in the living room would be the cure to his sinful thoughts.

"What, did Melissa tell you your arms weren't big enough?"

Billy stopped mid bicep curl, shutting his eyes and cursing under his breath. Of course he wasn't alone. 

Turning his head to look at you, he couldn't help but be annoyed. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?"

"Like where?"

He continued his set, huffing through the motion. "Fucking off."

"Jeez, louise. What's got your panties in a bunch?"

Giving up, he laid the weight on the floor and let his arms fall to his sides. "You being up my ass, that's what."

You shrugged, flipping your hair over your shoulder. "What of it?"

Billy was about to make a comeback until he noticed your attire. You were in sweatpants and a form fitting tank top, making your nipples poke through the fabric. You crossed your arms and made your cleavage pop more, and it took everything for Billy not to stare and bite his lip.

Fuck, he definitely should not be having these thoughts. Not anymore. Not ever. 

Instead of saying anything, Billy took a cigarette from his pack laying on the coffee table. He lit up and inhaled quickly before exhaling, walking away from you.

But you just couldn't take the hint. 

You followed him through the living room to the kitchen. "What is wrong with you? You can't even look at me."

"Because I don't want to," he said, exasperated with the cigarette between his teeth. "My eyes don't need anymore trauma."

"Oh, please," you said, popping out your hip and leaning against the counter. "You probably masturbate to me every night."

"What the fuck?" he gagged in disgust, the cigarette almost dropping from his mouth before his fingers pinched it. "Now I need to bleach my ears."

"Well, if it isn't that, then what's up with you?" You pressed, crossing your arms.

Putting the cigarette out against the marble counter, Billy stepped forward. He was menacing and the expression he wore wasn't a happy one, but you were used to seeing it. It was the one he took on right before yelling or going psycho. Kind of like now.

"You are nothing to me," he stated, taking a step closer. Each word was clenched through his teeth, coming out tightly. "We aren't family. We aren't friends. We are nothing to each other. So whatever is up doesn't concern you. Stay the hell out of my way and fuck. Off."

He expected more of a rise, more fear. Maybe confusion. But all you did was narrow your eyes and match his stare. His façade almost broke, questioning how none of this could affect you at all. 

Then again, you had seen what Neil can do. Even if it was never spoken about.

Finally, you broke the silence and walked away, but what you said didn't make Billy feel any better.

"Coward."

That word was the only thing filling his mind as the day progressed.

Coward.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Was he supposed to mention how he overheard you pleasuring yourself? How he wished it was his hand sliding through your folds instead? How he knew you wanted a rise out of him, in more ways than one?

How in the hell did pushing you away, his stepsister, make him a coward?

Even though time inched by agonizingly slow, it was soon nighttime. Billy talked with Susan on the phone earlier, as she told him that her and Neil would be out of town for the night. For what reason, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to complain about a night away from his father. The only thing he wasn't feeling hot about was occupying the same house as his stepsister.

Pacing his bedroom, he just didn't understand why this had to happen to him. Him. Of all the people in this weird ass town Hawkins, he was the lucky winner.

Just as his hand began to roughly run through his curls, he stopped in his tracks. Cutting off the sound of his breath. Listening intently.

There it was; the softest of moans.

Without even thinking, he barged out of his room. The door probably slapped against the wall from the strength he used to whip it open. He wasn't too sure. All he focused on was walking right in front of your door. Noticing it was still open just a crack.

What a fucking tease.

There you were. On top of his lap. Anchoring your hands on his shoulders as you kissed him deeply. His hands ran up and down your back and into your hair, caressing you. 

Hot rage flowed through Billy instantly. He didn't even realize he was throwing the door open and dragging you off of him by the inside of your elbow. None of the yelling or cursing from both you or your point of interest even registered. He didn't even notice he yanked the guy up from his hair and pushed him out of the room until he was at the top of the steps. 

Pushing the asshole down would've been gratifying, but then there would be a mess to clean up. Billy didn't have the patience for that.

Finally getting to the front door, Billy threatened, "You come back and you'll leave again with broken bones."

"What the-"

He slammed the door and locked it in place, the cursing of the random boy being cut off completely. 

Making sure he drove away from the house, Billy made his way upstairs. It was as fast as he could get up there, since his nerves were still tingling with adrenaline. The veins in his biceps popped as if he just deadlifted twice his weight. He had no idea what came over him. How he could react so fast in such a short amount of time.

He didn't have any moment to think about it, because once he returned to your room to curse you out, you shut him up with your lips.

Any anger Billy had dissolved. It disintegrated into the supple skin of your lips. Any anger was replaced with hunger, and it activated his hands and mouth quickly.

You moaned into his lips, pulling him closer to you as you fisted your hands in his shirt. You bit his bottom lip a little too roughly, but it was all Billy could do but to moan into your mouth. Nibbling and nurturing the pain your teeth left behind with another long, wet kiss made it even more difficult for him not to growl and lose control. How you could piss him off but make him drown and float all at the same time was beyond him.

Reclaiming dominance, his hands gripped your hips and pulled them flush against his, where he was already stirring for more stimulation. His blunt nails dug into your flesh and you whimpered, your tongue sliding against his as you savored the taste of him. Of your stepbrother.

“You’re such a fucking psychopath,” you muttered against him.

He chuckled, walking you backward towards the bed. Lips never seeming to fully disconnect. “So are you.”

“How?”

At that moment, the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell down to sit. Your back pressed against the soft comforter as his body lowered over yours. Your lips finally disconnected, fully, as his eyes finally roamed over you. He needed to take this moment in, for the first time. 

The top few buttons of your shirt were undone, your bra absent. Your neck a little red from previous teeth marks visiting across. His eyes eventually found yours, and he was speechless at what he found. Desire, lust, excitement, surprise; everything he was feeling about being this close with his stepsister.

Yeah, you both really were fucked up.

His hand traveled along. First, he squeezed your breast through the cotton, making you gasp and arch into his palm. He teased your nipple with the pad of his thumb. It grew erect, aching to be sucked between his soft lips. Then, it slid down across your ribcage, grabbing just a bit and appreciating the curve of your body. And lastly, it stopped just above the button of your jeans, readying to expertly pop it open and slide underneath the cotton of your panties. But not without roughly spreading your legs apart, making sure he had enough room to drive you crazy.

Your eyes found his, anticipation causing your pussy to clench and ache around nothing. It made you whimper as you involuntarily rose your hips to his hand. He laughed and shook his head.

“You’ve been fantasizing about your own stepbrother being inside of you,” he said huskily, his fingers snaking under the waistband of your panties. They found your slick folds, and fuck he almost came right then and there. “And you’re so fucking wet thinking about it.”

“I always have been,” you gasped, your hips rolling up again. “Please, Billy.”

He groaned, your clit rolling between his fingers. Immediately, they became coated in your arousal, easily traveling through your slit. He had to explore and cup your pussy, the most sensitive part of you being rubbed along the bottom of his palm. In seconds, you were writhing and singing below him. Riding against his palm and clutching his arms like a lifeline, you knew you would cum soon. Just the thought alone of your stepbrother finally touching you in ways you always fantasized about was more than enough for your body to bare.

With his whole hand wet from your pussy, he finally let the tips of his two fingers tease your opening. To test the waters, he slowly slid them in just half an inch. You were already clenching around him, inviting him to rub against your most sensitive wall. You needed his touch. You’ve needed it since you first laid eyes on him, damnit.

Once his fingers fully sank inside of you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head with a loud moan. “Oh fuck!”

He couldn’t help but smirk down at you. You were so beautiful with your eyes shut tight, with your neck extended, with your mouth agape and letting out sounds only pure bliss was capable of. He craved more of it, all of it, so he slid his fingers in and out of you over and over. He worked you and watched your hips ride against his hand to meet his rhythm. You were so desperate, needy for his touch and he loved every fucking second of it. 

Soon, his hand scissored against you, the sound of his hand meeting the skin of your inner thighs as he fingerfucked you at an unforgiving pace. The sound of your arousal echoed and wrapped around his ears. They tightened around his senses so much that tiny grunts of his own escaped, uncaring of how hungry he sounded.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he said, admiring. “You’re so fucking tight around my fingers.”

By the way your hips ground against the bed and your teeth bit your bottom lip, he knew you were nearing the edge. He was mesmerized by the way your eyes intently focused on his hand fucking into you. Then, they would flicker back up to his, reeling him in and making him lose his resolve.

All Billy wanted to do was let you take control and do whatever the hell you want with him, but he needed this first. He needed to make his stepsister cum. He needed to take care of you. He needed to make sure you never came harder again from anyone else besides him. 

With just the pad of his thumb rolling your bud around and his fingers rubbing along your sweet spot, he noticed the arch in your back. It was different this time; the way your breasts heaved with your breathing. He knew at this angle, with this added stimulation, that you would fall off the edge. With just a few more thrusts of his fingers curling inside, your pussy clamped around him as your orgasm ripped through you.

Your throat let out a screaming moan you weren’t sure you were ever capable of. Your toes curled into the mattress as your legs instinctively closed around his hand. But still, somehow, he fucked his fingers into you and made sure to apply a little more pressure than before to your walls, to make sure you came the hardest you could.

“That’s right, baby,” he growled, his fingers causing your arousal to sound more as your juices coated him. “Cum for me.”

"Oh my god," you cried, eyes shut tight.

Watching your body convulse underneath him was such a distracting, beautiful sight. So beautiful that he didn't even realize he was still making you ache. It took stopping his motions by gripping his wrist for you to finally get in a few deep breaths. You stared up at him, smirking.

"You're so good at that."

He laughed softly. "That's not the only thing I'm good at."

Before you could roll your eyes, you brought his hand up to your face. His eyebrows knitted together before rising in surprise.

You were just full of surprises. You never allowed him to expect anything new out of you.

You ran your tongue up along his palm. The pleasure flowing out of you was coated all along his skin. Admittedly, it was a welcomed taste on your tongue. Just tasting yourself on the hand your stepbrother touched you with was enough to send you reeling all over again. 

Humming in pleasure, you closed your eyes before capturing the fingers that fucked you between your lips. Billy growled, instantly shoving his fingers slightly into your inviting mouth. Rubbing against your tongue, you hollow your cheeks and watched his him disappear into your mouth. The taste of yourself and his skin had you bobbing your head along, imagining his cock between your lips instead.

Reading your mind, he withdrew his hand and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. "While watching you suck my fingers is fucking hot, I'd rather you suck my cock."

Devilishly, you smiled. "Yes, please."

With a spring in your step, you stood up and started unbuttoning your shirt. He sat there with his palms flat on the bed. His smirk stretched his lips further as he watched your fingers release the buttons. They were a little shaky, yes. But something about stripping in front of your incredibly hot stepbrother made you impatient to be all over him. 

In record time, your shirt fell with a soft thud to the floor. Your breasts came into view, and Billy instantly licked his lips in anticipation. God, you were fucking beautiful. His eyes never left your hands as you stepped out of your jeans and ruined panties. They never strayed as your hands went to his belt buckle, undoing the loop and button of his jeans and pulling them down hastily until he kicked them to the side.

You sank to your knees, your hand grabbing the base of his cock as the other laid flat on the bed beside his thigh. He hissed at the sudden contact. The tip of his cock was already leaking, aching for some relief. You made him so hard he wasn't sure how he was processing anything right now.

When your lips wrapped around the tip and suckled before lowering down, he swore he almost came again.

"God damn, Y/N," he hissed.

You smiled around him, feeling each ridge and vein as you did so. He was bigger than you expected, but you didn't want to miss any part of him. So while you slowly bobbed your head up and down, sucking him as much as you could, you made sure to put his hands on your head. He took the hint and threaded his fingers through your Y/H/C strands, allowing you to set the pace and for him to make sure you didn't stop.

Billy was unrelenting as you made his cock pulse in your mouth. You would run your tongue flat against his velvety skin, tasting the saltiness your stomach craved. You would return to the top and kiss the tip, suckling and running your tongue around in circles. You made sure to tease him slightly and drive him wild, just like he did to you moments ago.

But never did your mouth rest for long. His hands would make you lower on him, over and over and over. You sucked and swallowed and tighten your lips around him, making him curse and buck his hips forward.

Fucking your mouth was a sight for sore eyes. Especially when you kept contact with him. It was especially sexy when he was inside of your mouth to the hilt. You sputtered around him and shook your head slightly, moaning and humming against him. After watching tears stream down your cheeks and spit trickle down your throat, he continued fucking into your mouth.

Your mouth was incredibly sore and you were sure your throat was too, but it didn't matter. The look of pure lust in your stepbrother's eyes was enough to keep you going forward, sucking him into oblivion.

Once Billy felt the tightening of his balls become near unbearable, he pulled your head off of him entirely. You gasped and heaved, letting your head fall back to look up at him. He was a breathing mess, his chest rising and falling while he took in the sight of you. Smirking and breathing heavily and dirty all over.

"You liked that, babygirl?"

You giggled, rising to your feet and wiping the spit from your mouth with the back of your hand. "I'd like it better if you were inside of me."

Those words activated something new in him. It was faster than he could even see, but immediately, he was at his feet. His lips captured yours, uncaring if the taste of him was slightly mixed in with yours. It didn't matter when your lips were so soft and full and warm, slightly shaking from much repetitive motions. You were perfect, phenomenal, nonetheless.

In an instant, you were tossed onto the bed, giggling as you moved up backwards. Your head sunk into your pillows as you watched your stepbrother rip the shirt off his body. Your tongue automatically swept out to lick your lips. How his abs were so defined and perfect, you would never know. He was sculpted and beautiful. Too damn beautiful. 

In a few motions, he crawled on top of you and crashed his lips onto yours again. You made a sound of wicked pleasure into him, fingers threading into his soft curls. The moment you rose your hips to encourage him to fuck you, the tip softly rubbed against your clit. You hummed against him, tightening your hold in his hair. 

"Please, Billy," you whined against his lips.

He laughed, looking down at you and licking his lips. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me. I need you to make me cum."

“How bad do you need your stepbrother inside of you?”

“Fucking fuck me now!” You practically yelled, making the head of his cock touch against your clit again. 

Without any words, he grabbed his cock and ran it up and down your slick with a chuckle. You whined again, rubbing against him in hopes he would slip inside. But he knew how badly you wanted him, how badly you needed him to fill you whole. So to wind you up, he coated himself with your arousal, watching his dick glisten and easily move up and down your folds. He watched in awe as you became wetter and needier, practically grinding against him in frustration.

After growing desperate himself, he lined up with your entrance. He poked it and teased, watching your legs spread wide to accommodate him. The heels of your feet dug into the top of his back thighs, and the delicious contact was enough for him to slam into you.

Watching your face contort with pleasure as you moaned to the ceiling was a look he'll never forget. You clenched around him perfectly. So perfectly a moan of his own ripped out in unison. 

"God damn, Y/N. You feel so fucking good."

Coming back out and slamming into you again, you tighten your hold on his hair. He clenched his teeth and growled, another thrust sending you further into the pillows. This continued for a few more times, and each time, Billy had to get used to the feeling of your pussy wrapping around his cock.

He knew you weren’t a virgin, but shit, you sure felt like it. No girl he had ever messed around with ever felt as sensational as you did wrapped around him. The way you pulsed around him and thrust up against him was enough to risk cuming into you entirely.

Your hands slid down the nape of his neck to clutch onto his arms, nails digging into his damp skin. “Fuck me harder.”

Complying right away, Billy fell onto his elbows. His hands gripped the pillows on either side of your head as he said, “Like this?”

Any words you could or were about to say were knocked out of you. Another new wave of arousal came over Billy faster than he could let out his next breath. He started pounding into you feverishly, rolling his hips against yours again and again. Relentlessly and starved. Sweat formed along the top of his brow, and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. It was the only sense of control he could practice as he memorized every contour of your face.

You tried keeping in any questionable sound to slip past your lips, but self control was far from reach. It definitely was when Billy was pumping into you faster than anyone had ever fucked you before.

Every thrust sent into you had the coil in your belly tighten more and more, yet you kept chasing it. You kept chasing the feeling of being filled to the hilt. You kept chasing the feeling of the pit of your stomach being filled with pleasure and hunger. You kept wanting more of his cock sliding against your most sensitive wall. All of this was easy to have when his sweaty chest was pressing into yours, keeping you from moving away.

But of course, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

The slap of your flesh meeting filled your ears, along with the moans falling from your lips. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

“You’re so beautiful,” he grunted, face nuzzling into the curve of your neck.

His lips pressed a wet kiss against the underside of your jaw before nibbling down with his teeth. He growled as he teased your skin and fucked into you with an uneven rhythm. At this point, with him stimulating you from all ends, you were left a mess beneath him, chasing your high with him.

You could tell he was getting close, with his thrusts growing erratic and groans getting louder each time his pelvis met yours. Sometimes, he hit your cervix just a bit, but you welcomed the delicious pain licking up your spine. And getting the hint from your gripping hands, his pace didn’t slow down. He kept fucking into you even harder, finally making the headboard bounce against the wall.

Without needing to say anything more, Billy snaked a hand between your bodies, where he kept slamming and throbbing inside of you. It definitely felt like your arousal was dripping down his balls, and with that fact, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Being inside of his stepsister was already enough to have his balls tighten more than he could handle.

Needing his stepsister to cum, the pads of two of his fingers rubbed tight circles around your bundle of nerves. They continued to be coated in your slick and made it easy for the tips of his fingers to squeeze and work you with just the right amount of pressure. Your back arched and your hips danced against his hand. This was the touch you didn’t know you needed to send you over the edge, screaming to the ceiling.

“Fuck, Billy, I’m cuming!”

“There you go, babygirl,” he hummed, smiling. “Cum all over my dick.”

Despite your pelvis spasming against his from overstimulation, he didn’t let up. He kept rolling your clit around and slamming into you until he stilled, groaning and closing his eyes in bliss. Billy never knew it was possible to cum this hard. Spurts of his cum kept shooting into you, his hips snapping forward with each shot of his seed. Until finally, he collapsed on top of you, unable to move and breathe evenly.

Fuck, you took everything out of him. He was truly spent.

Your fingertips ghosting over his back stirred him from his haze. Drawing lazy patterns made him sigh and feel content. No girl he had ever fucked felt this good. Ever. Hell, no girl he had ever been with ever made him feel the things you made him feel.

His stepsister really was something else.

“That was fucking amazing,” you sighed, smiling.

Raising his head to look you in the eyes, he smirked. “God damn, it was.”

Billy wanted to dirty talk you into another round, but instead, he pressed his lips against yours and sighed. The kiss held all the ambitions finally being released, all the sinful thoughts he ever had finally unfolding. He never knew fucking his stepsister was something he needed, but damnit, he needed this at least three more times.

As soon as his lips pulled away, so did his thoughts as he heard the three knocks on your bedroom door before it opened.

"Honey, it's mom, I'm home."

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Crossing The Line - Chapter 1

Crossing The Line

A Taekook& Yoonmin Story.

Genere: highschool!au, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary: Former volleyball player and now trainer of the schools volleayball team Taehyung feels drawn to freshman and trouble maker Jungkook. What will  happen when such different characters collide? Can Taehyung get past the wall of agression and hate Jungkook has build around his heart for all the years?

Yoongi and Jimin are stepbrothers. Jimin however developed feelings which are stronger than brotherly love. Can he keep this a secret?

Warning: step-sibling incest

Part: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

01 - Meeting

He was studying his shoes. Trying to avoid eye contact with the man who was walking up and down in front of him.

He really should clean his shoes again. And oh, was that earth on top of his right foot?

He didn’t even bother listening to the barrage of words the principal was throwing at him. He knew what the old man was babbling on about.

“just transferred here… he was being such a trouble maker…his parents should be ashamed of him..”.

But Jeon Jungkook didn’t care. He never gave a fuck about what others thought about him. Nobody besides his friends cared about him anyway, so why should he care? Experience showed: just keep calm and nod from time to time and the principal would stop his lecture eventually. This worked every time. It definitely had, at least until last school year. At that time Jungkook hat gotten himself in trouble so big, that he got kicked out of the school.

But shit things happen sometimes, right?

So, he had transferred to another school this year. His best friend Park Jimin had been kicked out as well. Jimin was two years older than Jungkook but in the same grade anyway. They had been friends since middle school and Jimin was the one person Jungkook new he could always count on. In their last year of middle school, the little duo got an additional member: Jimin’s dad had remarried and his new wife already had a son. Said son was Park Yoongi, a quite guy with platinum blonde hair and dark eyes. Jimin and Yoongi seemed to get along fine with Yoongi naturally warming up to his new step-brother. Even though their little group consisted of three members now, it was more like Yoongi was sticking around for Jimin, merely tolerating Jungkook. Their relationship had not improved when Jimin and Jungkook had been kicked out of school. Yoongi was impossible protective about the one-year younger Jimin and had followed the two of them to the new school. Jungkook was pretty sure that he did so, in order to make sure Jimin did not get himself in trouble again. Or more likely to watch Jungkook, who tended to get the two of them into trouble.

Snapping back to reality, Jungkook glanced sideways at Jimin. The blond male had his head hanging low and returned the gaze, grinning at him secretively. Jimin’s eyes where shining with mischief and Jungkook knew that he would make a run for it sooner or later. Jimin would hold back the director, giving Jungkook enough time to round a few corners. It was an old and tried tactic. In the end it was himself who had caused trouble, not Jimin or Yoongi. Those two just happened to be around at the time, being his backup. The director wouldn’t stop talking. It annoyed the crap out of Jungkook. He would do nearly anything to shut the elderly man up…

 Notebook in his hands, Kim Taehyung, trainer of the volleyball team of Seoul High School was walking alongside his best friend and co-trainer Kim Namjoon. Enjoying the midday sun, they strolled along the path around the school, lined with big old trees. They were deeply engaged in a conversation about volleyball training tactics for the school year, that had just started.  Their team had good chances to win the city-wide competition this year.

Being so absorbed in the conversation, Taehyung nearly dropped his book when someone bumped hard into his shoulder. Annoyed he looked up and his eyes were met by the dark brown ones of a raven-haired boy. For a second his face looked concerned, like he was worried that he could have hurt Taeyhungs.

But that impression vanished as soon as the boy shouted a short breathed “Sorry!”. A wide cocky grin spread on his face and he turned around to leap across the fence, that was surrounding the school, in a single jump. Amazed, Taehyung’s and Namjoon’s eyes followed the young man.

“YAH! STOP RIGHT THERE JEON JUNGKOOK!!”, a loud yell came from behind the stunned senior students. Spinning around they saw their red headed school director coming around a corner.

“Aish this guy! Got away again...” the directory muttered, looking at the spot were a second ago Jungkook had landed across the fence. Now his eyes fell on Namjoon and Taehyung.

“You two. Can’t you even bind your ties correctly?!”, the directory snapped at them before turning around on his heels stomping back into the direction he came from. The two guys looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

“Jeon Jungkook, huh?”, Taehyung said quietly while fixing his round glasses.

This guy had some strong arms and the way he had jumped across the fence was remarkable.

“Did you see that?!”, Namjoon exclaimed with amazement written all over his face.

“We need that guy on our team! He is a freshman right? Let’s get more information about him!”, the short haired guy went on without waiting for an answer form Taehyung. Taehyung just nodded quietly writing down Jungkook’s name in his notebook. When Kim Namjoon wanted something, nobody could hold him back anyway.

Jungkook was sitting on a bench in the spacious break hall, playing a game on his phone. Yoongi and Jimin were sitting at each side of him doing the same. The three of them where quietly talking about the game, when suddenly two big strong hands wrapped around Jungkook’s toned chest. Without thinking twice Jungkook grabbed one of the grabby hands, twisting it in a painful way while turning around hastily to get out of the unwelcome embrace. He came face to face with a very pained looking blonde. Jungkook was pretty sure that the guy was a lot older than him, but that didn’t stop him from tightening his grip on his wrist.

“Please stop... It hurts!”, he whined trying to get his hand out of Jungkook’s.

“Enough Junior!”

Just now, Jungkook noticed the other man, watching him with wide eyes. The disappointment and obvious shock in them made Jungkook feel like and total idiot. Looking back and forth between the two older men, Jungkook let go of Namjoon’s wrist reluctantly. However, he was still watching Namjoon carefully, looking out for any other sudden movement.

“You know those guys?”, Jimin asked while eying Namjoon suspiciously. He was still leaning towards Jungkook, over the backrest of the bench they had been sitting on.

“No?!”, Jungkook shoot right back, even though he did remember the brown-haired guy with the glasses.

Having recovered from the shock, a grin reappeared on Namjoons face. And as if Jungkook did not just nearly broke his wrist, he opened his arms and asked still grinning from ear to ear:

“Don’t you want to lend us your body?”

Taehyung was seriously worried for his tall best friend’s wellbeing. The raven-haired boy looked as if he wouldn’t hesitate to punch Namjoon square in the face, should he try anything else. Sometimes it was oblivious to Taehyung how Namjoon could be so intelligent and ignore aggressive tensions like this at the same time.

“Lunatic.” Jungkook scoffed, walking away without looking back. Jimin and Yoongi followed him quietly.

Namjoon however had a look of utter confusion on his face as he asked Taehyung:

“Hey! Was he talking about me? What did I do?”

“Well he was definitely not talking about me.” Taehyung laughed while staring after Jungkook.

This guy had some bad temper.

 As the day progressed, Namjoon tried again and again to convince Jungkook to join the volleyball club. However, that came with moderate success, since Jungkook’s only reaction was, to tell the co-trainer to get lost.

Therefore, it made for a great surprise, when a very smug looking Jungkook, accompanied by his friend Jimin and his brother Yoongi turned up at the afternoon volleyball practice in the schools sport complex. Taehyung was pretty sure Jungkook was just here to make trouble, since his whole posture screamed mockery. Jimin didn’t look much more open to the idea of playing volleyball either, having his hands stuffed in his pockets while Yoongi was just looking around in the sport hall without paying attention to anything going on in front of him, just looking bored and tired.

Namjoon however didn’t seem to notice anything or just simply choose to ignore it as he was brightly chatting away: “So you decided to join our club in the end? That is wonderful! It’s a wonderful sport! And it is so much fun! If you guys are free after school, you can come here and play!”

Holding out the volleyball to Jungkook, Namjoon repeated smiling from ear to ear: “Its really fun!”. Jungkook however, having no intention of playing volleyball, lunged forward “What’s so fun…”, trying to push the ball out of Namjoons hand “ ’bout that!”.

Before he could reach the ball, Taehyung hurried a step forward, blocking Jungkooks arm successfully with his own. Instantly all the other members of the volleyball team rushed forward to help their trainers. One of them, a petit looking man with black straight hair, looked especially alarmed: “Senior!” he cried out worried.

Jungkook seemed to realize that they were highly outnumbered and pulled his arm back. “It's you who has been bugging me to come here.” he defended himself with a shrug. Taehyung crossed his arms and watched Jungkook with cold eyes.

“I’m sorry it’s my fault. I had the wrong impression about you.”

“There is nothing you consider important right?”, Taehyung continued in his cold voice.

“What?”

“You don’t even know what the word ‘cherish’ means, right? You never had to fight for anything, I’m sure.”

“Cherish a ball?” Jungkook now shot back. “12 people running around on a filed like idiots?”, he added with raised eyebrows.

Now the petit looking guy came forward looking mad as hell: “What did you say, asshole?!” Two other guys had to hold him back from jumping at Jungkook who looked entirely unfazed at the other man’s outburst. Jimin took the opportunity to step in between Jungkook and the three team members, shoving them back harshly. At that Yoongi came forward as well, taking his place on his step-brothers right side. His dark eyes were focused on his opponents, narrowed to catch any sudden movement they might be making.

Before the conflict could escalate even more, Taehyung went in between the two groups. “Enough Jin.”, he commanded looking at the still struggling team member.

Still being his calm self Taehyung now addressed Jungkook in a flat tone: “Please leave here.”      

Jungkook however didn’t even think of leaving just yet, it was way too much fun mocking everyone. So instead of leaving the hall, he threw himself forward, snatched the ball out of Namjoons hand, ducked under the net and ran to the other side of the field with Jimin, Yoongi and a surprised Namjoon at his heels.

“Hit the ball to the other side of the field.” Jungkook stated while throwing the ball up in the air. Without thinking much, he hit the ball just perfectly so that it landed at the other side of the field with a loud bang.

“Even pigs know how to do that.”, he concluded with a smug grin.

Taehyung seemed to be the only person that was not shaken by the display of skill Jungkook had just showed.

Walking forward slowly he ducked under the net and took another ball from the floor.

“Right, but pigs don’t know the rules.”, he responded calmly. He walked past Jungkook, so he could stand at the backline without looking at him.

“This is called the end line.”, Taehyung announced. Then he threw the ball up in the air, “This a serve.”, hitting it across the net without much effort.

Behind the net one of the guys took the ball passing it to Jin. Jin himself jumped high, hitting the ball so that it missed Jungkooks face just by a few centimeters as it swished past him.

“Good.”, Taehyung praised. Walking towards Jungkook he added: “This is how people play volleyball. Do you still want to play pig?”

Jungkook stood frozen for a moment. The humiliation burned at his cheeks as he closed the distance between him and Taehyung with one big step, grabbing his shirt.

“Your mother is a pig!”, he hissed.

Again, everyone was rushing forward trying to help their trainer. This time Yoongi and Jimin where faster, successfully blocking the others form getting close to Jungkook and Taehyung.

Taehyungs heart was beating hard in his chest. If from the possibility of getting punched or the proximity he was in with the other male, he could not tell. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t help himself asking: “You can only solve problems with your fists?”

To his surprise Jungkook just shoved him back while letting go of his shirt. No petty remark at his lips. Then without any other words Jungkook turned around and walked towards the door at the backside of the hall. And within a blink of an eye he was gone as well as his friends Jimin and Yoongi.

Taehyung took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and then loudly advised everyone to resume training while he was going to have a talk with Namjoon and the team’s manager Victoria Song.

He was very sure that now, that Namjoon had seen Jungkooks skill in volleyball he would be even more determined to get him on the team.

  Jungkook stormed down the school corridor. Jimin tried to grab his wrist in order to slow him down.

“What?!”, Jungkook yelled.

“Why did we leave?”, blond Jimin asked with a pout.

“I wasn’t in the mood..”, the black haired answered avoiding Jimin’s round eyes.

“That brown haired guy with the glasses was so annoying right? I could get some friends to beat him up if you want?”, Jimin suggested.

“We just got transferred here Jimin! You can’t get in trouble just now!” Yoongi exclaimed placing one hand on Jimins shoulder. He tugged slightly to get Jimin to look at his face. But Jimin turned away instead, trying to hide the blush that was spreading on his cheeks. Pushing Yoongi away lightly Jimin announced in a quite voice: “ This is none of your business.” The elder just looked at him confused with hurt in his eyes.

Jungkook himself was still so emerged in his own thoughts about the glasses guy, that he didn’t notice any of the step-brothers strange behavior.

“Did you know, that this Taehyung guy was a top player before he became a trainer?”, Yoongi resumed the conversation in order to bridge the uncomfortable silence that had stretched out between him and Jimin.

That information got Jungkooks attention. “As far as I know he then suffered an injury so bad that it is impossible for him to continue playing.”, Yoongi added with a sad edge to his voice.

“He will never be able to play again...”

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I support ppl’s decisions in their art and I respect them knowing fiction from reality but sometimes I gotta look at some of these choices and think why

Of all things you didn’t have to do that

And yet you did for some reason

Like,,,,,,I don’t care if you like that ship, not st all that’s not the problem. (Even if you primarily posted a rival ship that most ppl prob follow you for). I actually don’t mind one sided crush things w a different endgame—which I’m hoping for. But you hinted that might not be the case and I’m. :/ hm. You can do that I’ll be disappointed but you’re not making art just to please me so u do u friend

But like.

The show says “you’re like a brother to me” and the brother au is very popular,

But the brother au isn’t typically supported by ppl who ship them ya dig

Ppl who ship them probably don’t appreciate them being shipped as brothers

Like I was in the o//so//ma//tsu fandom so like I got used to seeing incest shit. I didn’t have to like it but I saw it so when it’s with adult characters in a *~shippy~* way and not a fetishy way then I’m ok.

But like

They’re

They’re NOT brothers in canon

So you DIDNT have to do that. You straight up DID NOT have to make them brothers why did you make that choice

I don’t care if they’re stepbrothers dude if they grew up together as stepbrothers they’re real brothers I have stepbrothers that’s how socialization works

If you wanted them to have known each other from a young age you could’ve made them childhood friends it would’ve been so fucking easy I’m just so fucking confused as to why you made them brothers

And tbh the ppl who ship them already get enough unwarranted shit about false pedophilia claims and whatnot for you to go and add MORE. They also prob got incest claims for a brotherhood that isn’t canon they don’t need a prominent artist adding ACTUAL incest to the fire wtf

#vague not abt followers or mutuals #incest ment #pedphilia ment #blmatsu ment #long post #creo talks #if you can guess what I’m talking abt I’ll give u a cookie

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Crossing The Line - Chapter 2

Crossing The Line

A Taekook& Yoonmin Story.

Genere: highschool!au, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary: Former volleyball player and now trainer of the schools volleayball team Taehyung feels drawn to freshman and trouble maker Jungkook. What will  happen when such different characters collide? Can Taehyung get past the wall of agression and hate Jungkook has build around his heart for all the years?

Yoongi and Jimin are stepbrothers. Jimin however developed feelings which are stronger than brotherly love. Can he keep this a secret?

Warning: step-sibling incest, violence

Part: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

02 - Trouble

The following days Namjoon tried again and again to convince Jungkook to join the volleyball team, despise Taehyung telling him that having a troublemaker on the team would affect the discipline. Namjoon even managed to get Jungkooks number, constantly texting him to join the volleyball club.

All those efforts to convince him made the younger guy despise the idea of going to play even more, since it meant giving in to the constant nagging. And loosing was something Jeon Jungkook did not do!

One fated day, Jungkook forgot to switch his phone to silent mode, which normally would have been no problem, but this time he was in class and everybody was supposed to work silently for themselves. The ringtone cut through the silence like a blade. Being used to checking his messages instantly Jungkook didn’t even think twice when he grabbed the phone, unlocking it directly. However, he didn’t take the teacher Ms. Kim into account who snatched the phone out of his hands before he had a chance to even look at the message.

“Texting in class again, are we Mister Jeon?”, she hissed.

“Yah! This is private!”, Jungkook yelled jumping up from his chair.

“I don’t think so. You write messages in my class? They become part of my class; hence they are not private anymore.”, she stated like it made complete sense.

“Maybe this will teach you to not text in my class ever again.”, she continued while looking at the phone. A grin way to evil for the petit teacher with short hair, appeared on her face. On the screen were a dozen unanswered messages from Namjoon telling Jungkook to join the team.

“So, you want to join the volleyball team Mr. Jeon?”, she mused now looking at him.

“No way! Some senior student kept bugging me for days already, but I told him I have no interest in doing so.”, Jungkook replied hastily. Maybe too hastily since the grin on Ms. Kim spread even wider.

“I see. So that’s how it is. Well Mr. Jeon then you will join the volleyball team starting today.”, she decided handing the cellphone back to Jungkook.

“And why would I do that?”, he shot back way louder than it was appropriate while talking to a teacher.

“Because as far as I am concerned, your grades are not so great this year, right? And you can’t afford failing another class? For example, my class?”, Ms. Kim suggested while her face made entirely sure that Jungkook could grasp the situation he was in right now.

“That’s not fair!”, Jungkook exclaimed feeling betrayed.

“Live is not fair Mr. Jeon. The faster you learn that, the better. And now everyone please return to your exercise.”

And with that the discussion was over.

 Somehow Namjoon must have heard about the class incident, since he was waiting for Jungkook as he finished his last term before the lunch break. He was standing there smiling from ear to ear, waving happily at an annoyed looking Jungkook. Knowing that he had no other choice he followed Namjoon to the practice hall where everyone was gathered already, passing the ball between them.

“Attention please!”, Namjoon called cheerfully.

“We have a new team member called Jeon Jungkook starting today!”

Surprised everyone turned around.

“Why are you here?”, Taehyung asked all his confusion showing on his face.

Jungkook didn’t answer. What should he say? Admit that his teacher outplayed him? Hell no! Especially not to glasses guy!

“What’s going on?” Taehyung tried again, this time looking at Namjoon for help. When Namjoon didn’t reply, Taehyung forcefully pushed him to the side getting slowly annoyed. He wanted to talk without being overheard.

Seokjin took this opportunity to step in front of Jungkook, crossing his arms: “Nobody wants you here loser boy! You should leave already.”

 “You don’t even know how to serve, idiot!”, Seokjin taunted again.

Being annoyed already Jungkook jumped at the opportunity to fight instantly.

“This is none of your fucking business, dumbass! You know how to fight with your broad shoulders, huh?!”, the raven-haired boy shot back loosening his shoulders as if ready to throw a punch.

Before any of the two could lunge at the other Vic came forward.

“You can’t do that!”, she exclaimed worried, pointing her notebook pen at Seokjin.

Hearing Victoria, Taehyung and Namjoon had quickly come back to the little group gathered around Jungkook. Looking at the younger boy’s mocking expression Taehyung realized what he had been up too: The school rules clearly stated that those who started a fight among the team would be expelled from the club immediately. And It was obvious that Jungkook was not here on his free will.

Taking a quick glance at his best friend Taehyung knew that he was thinking the same thing.

“All right Jungkook, if you are able to catch one ball out of three serves you can leave. Agreed?”, Namjoon grinned.

Great Namjoon, Taehyung thought shaking his head in disbelieve. Why was the blond guy so obsessed with getting the trouble maker on this team?

“One ball? Fine I can do that. No problem!”, Jungkook grinned.

“I will teach you a lesson! Just wait, you will be so dead!”, Seokjin jumped forward.

“No, I will save his ball.”, Jungkook announced pointing directly at a wide-eyed Taehyung.

Recovering from the shock quite fast he looked at Jungkook with contemp.           

“And what if you lose?”

“Whatever you want.”, replied Jungkook quickly.

Hearing that, Taehyungs mouth corner shortly twitched upward into a grin.

A shudder went down Jungkooks spine. Unsure of himself for the first time, the younger smiled sheepishly.

“Ready?” Taehyung asked, getting into position at the other side of the field.

Jungkook just gave a thumbs up jumping on his spot. Seokjin handed Taehyung one of the volleyballs, making a small bow. Like the first time Taehyung played the ball perfectly leaving Jungkook barley any time to react. However, the young male was quick; realizing in which corner Taehyung would hit the ball. Missing the ball just by a few steps he failed the first chance.

“Wow he is good.” “Guessing the trainers moves so easy.” The team members whispered among themselves.

Taehyung served the second ball a lot faster and this time Jungkook even touched it, but still failed to grab it. He was pretty sure, that he would be able to get the last one.

Later the brown-haired trainer couldn’t understand what had gotten into him in this moment, but he took the last ball from Seokjin staring at Jungkook. He was aware that Jungkook had a good perception and was able to adjust to different playstyles quickly. There was a high chance that he would be able to catch the last ball. He could let Jungkook get the ball and he could rid himself of the troublemaker. But, something inside him did want the younger to stay on the team.

He took a few steps back, handing his glasses to Namjoon. He took a deep breath, punched the ball in the air and jumped. It was as if he was flying, hands falling back as he winded up to hit the ball hard. Jungkooks eyes were following him, wide in amazement. Jungkook tried to jump but had no real chance of catching that jump-serve. He was sliding along the floor in vain. Taehyung had landed lightly but was limping, Jungkook noticed. Why did the elder jump when it caused him pain?

Namjoon rushed forward supporting his friend, who had a hard time standing straight.

“Well what will you do know, huh?”, Taehyung mused Jungkook, trying to sound lightly. But his pained face betrayed him.

“AISH!”, Jungkook yelled hitting the floor.

He knew that he had lost. And oh, he hated losing so much! He pushed himself up and glared at Taehyung. Fine if he had to, he would join the damn team: Showing everyone how good Jeon Jungkook could be! They would see what he was really made of.

 Not being very gentle, Namjoon pushed Taehyung down on the wooden bench. They were in the changing room, while the other team members where still practicing. Stretching out his leg, Namjoon placed a heat-pack on Taehyungs injured knee.

“Why the hell did you do that you idiot? You know you shouldn’t put that much pressure on your knee!”, he scolded the other male.

“I don’t know.. I just wanted to jump..”, Taehyung replied while his face was still full of pain.

“Are you sure you want to bring him on the team?” he continued after a short silence.

At that Namjoon furrowed his brows. “Well the thing is Tae, we don’t really have a choice right now. We need a spiker badly and that boy has some real potential!”

“But what good will he do with that attitude?”

“We will just do it like before, all right? I will handle the attitude and you the training okay?” Namjoon beamed, having found a solution he was happy with. Taehyung however didn’t seem convinced.

Instead of replying anything, he just sighed in defeat. This caused Namjoons smile to spread even further, making his cute dimples show.

  Yoongi and Jimin had waited outside of the sport complex after Jungkook had texted them about what had happened. They were now walking down the path that lead to the school’s main cafeteria, trying to get Jungkook to tell them what exactly had happened.

The youngest had quickly summed up what had happened, leaving out the small part were Taehyung had beaten him in the little volleyball game.

“So, you will really join the volleyball team?”, Jimin inquired.

“Yea well, they pressure me with my grades so what much can I do?” Jungkook shrugged.

“Your right..” Yoongi trailed off. He was turning a small package of cookies around in his hands. Now he looked at Jimin who was walking at the other side of Jungkook.

“Here, you take this to eat until we have lunch. You haven’t eating anything today yet.” he offered to his younger step-brother.

Jimin just raised an eyebrow at him. Not making any attempt of taking the package out of Yoongi’s hands.

“Are you my mum now?” he scoffed.

Yoongi, being too taken aback by his step-brothers reaction, was still holding out the little package. What was going on with Jimin? Why was his little brother being so defensive and mean to him lately? Had he done something wrong?

Being annoyed by the two brother’s awkwardness, Jungkook yanked the package out of Yoongi’s hands. “Yah! And what about me?”, he yelled.

Before Yoongi could reply, someone step in front of the two guys, blocking their way.

Looking straight Jungkook came face to face with a guy. He had a round face, brown hair and a broad smile on his features.

“Hey! Do you remember me still, hyung?” the boy now beamed barley able to contain his excitement.

“Should I remember you?” Jungkook asked crossing his arms.

“But of couuuurse huyng!! I’m Hoseok! You saved me from those bad guys..” he whined.

“And you also got kicked out because of me.” Hoseok added, now looking at his feet.

“Well yea. No problem. So, can you excuse us now? I had a long day and want to get something to eat..” Jungkook sighed not having the patience to deal with an excited middle-school boy. He started walking past the younger boy.

“Can I come with you and pay the meal? To make up for the help?”, Hoseok called after him.

“If you stop bothering me after that...” Jungkook muttered without looking back.

“Yeees! Thanks’ Hyung!!!” the younger exclaimed.

  It was evening and everyone was at the volleyball field again, practicing hard for their afterschool club activities. Taehyung was standing at the side observing the younger boys. He had wondered already where Jungkook was. Even though the raven-haired boy was a trouble maker. he didn’t seem like someone who would not keep his word.

As if to confirm that something was up, Victoria tugged at his sleeve.

“Tae, I can’t find Jungkook anywhere. I already checked his classroom and called his phone. He is not answering. What should we do? He still needs so much practice.” She sounded worried.

That boy was his responsibility now Taehyung decided. He needed to find him and get him to train. Also, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“You will be overseeing training here Vic. I will go and find Jungkook.”

 Taehyung had managed to get ahold of Jimin, before he had left school and was now questioning him on the whereabouts of his friend.

“Where is he?” Taehyung demanded to know.

“Somewhere, were a good student like you won’t have the guts to go!” Jimin taunted.

Just as Taehyung was about to say something Yoongi stepped in front of his younger brother protectively. “Is there any problem here?” he asked in in a calm tone but with eyes cold as ice.

“No thank you, Hyung.”, Jimin snarled.

“Come with me glasses boy.” He added pushing past his bewildered looking brother.

Jimin felt a pang of guild as he saw the hurt flashing through Yoongi’s eyes. But he continued walking past him anyway.

Taehyung looked between the two brothers, trying to make sense of their behavior. He felt like saying something reassuring, seeing Yoongi’s sad face but didn’t know what. So, he remained silent and hurried after Jimin.

Jimin had led him into a shady looking district quite a few blogs away from the school. Taehyung had asked him a few times, where he would take him but just got an unfriendly “follow me and be quite” as an answer.

When Jimin finally stopped, they were standing in front of an dark alley. Trashcans and stacks of boxed indicated, that they were behind some kind of club or a bar.

“This is as far as I go. If you want to find him, go find him yourself now.” Jimin stated pointing at the building. With that he turned around and left, leaving Taehyung standing there unsure of what to do.

There where barley any streetlights in the ally but he could make out some men sitting on the floor seeming dead drunk. One of them was standing under the single streetlight the ally had to offer, holding a syringe. Something inside Taehyung told to him to run as fast as he could but he still needed to find Jungkook.

Carefully he made one step forward, trying not to make himself known to the other men. At the same moment the backdoor of the building flew open revealing Jungkook, dressed in the attire of a bartender. He was carrying two huge bags of trash, as he was walking down the stairs leading down into the allay.

“Hey! What are you doing?”, Jungkook yelled, as his eyes fell on the men in front of him.

But the men just shrugged, paying more attention to his syringe than to the young boy.

“You can’t take drugs here!” Jungkook repeated, as he tossed the bags of trash he was carrying to the side.

“None of your fucking business!” the male now hissed turning around to face Jungkook.

Feeling frustrated at the lack of respect Jungkook kicked at the closest trashcan. It fell over with a loud bang that was way too loud in the narrow allay.

That, seemed to have caught the attention of the two other guys who had been lingering on the opposite side of the ally. They were righting themselves, stepping closer from each side surrounding Jungkook.        

“Please leave here!”, Jungkook said calm. He had noticed the other two guys and knew that he probably had no chance fighting three grown up man at the same time. But something inside of him didn’t care. Something inside of him wanted to fight.

The other guy seemed way to pissed at this point to just leave, as he hurled forward throwing a punch at Jungkooks shoulder. The younger boy however was faster, avoiding the punch by leaning to the right. That made the man even more furious. His face was a grimace of rage as he threw himself at Jungkook slamming the raven-haired boy into the nearest wall.

Gasping for air, Jungkook tried to push the male off him. His lungs were burning.

“Jungkook!”, Taehyung screamed.

He had been watching until that moment, too shocked by the events unfolding in front of him.

He ran forward just knowing that he had to help the younger boy, throwing any caution to the wind.

He was no fighter and he knew that, but he couldn’t bear hearing the younger boy groan in pain as the man landed a successful punch at Jungkooks stomach.

The man turned around as he heard Taehyung running up to him, temporarily letting his grip on Jungkook loosen. Jungkook however used the diversion to break free. He grabbed some boxes, lying nearby and threw them at the other man in the allay, who had started to advance onto Jungkook as well.

“What are you doing here you idiot? Leave!” Jungkook exclaimed, his eyes flickering to look at Taehyung briefly.

That little shift in Jungkooks awareness was punished directly by one of the men, as he hit him square in the face, making the boy sink to his knees clenching his yaw in pain. Taehyung tried to pull the guy of Jungkook before he could attack again. Stumbling backwards the man looked at Taehyung, surprised.

Taehyung rushed forward grabbing Jungkooks hand. He pulled the younger boy up ignoring his pained whine. Jungkook looked up at him with wide eyes. Fury and pain were battling inside them.

“Let’s run!”, Taehyung pleaded.

But before they could make one step, one of the guys was at them again this time kicking at Jungkooks hip. The black-haired boy managed to doge that attack by pressing himself back at the wall. Taehyung pushed himself in front of Jungkook trying to shield the younger with his own body.

Without being able to do anything Jungkook saw another kick coming, this time aiming at Taehyungs left knee. Taehyungs scream echoed through the night. He went down holding his knee, face a grimace of pure agony. Seeing that they landed a successful blow, the other two men rushed forward ready to help their mate finish the two boys.

Without thinking Jungkook grabbed Taehyung around his waist so that his own back was shielding Taehyungs. He groaned as he felt the fists crashing down on his back. It was so painful that he felt like he would lose consciousness soon but refused to let go of his protecting grip on Taehyung. 

“Hey! What is going on here?!” Jungkook barley heard the male voice ringing down the alley.

“Stop this at once or I will call the police!” the voice came again this time sounding with more urgency.

Jungkook noticed that the strikes had stopped. He raised his head, feeling faint.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that the three attackers were retreating down the alley, disappearing in the darkness. He let go of Taehyung slowly. When he tried straightening up, Jungkook realized that maybe that had not been such a good idea. He felt darkness rushing on to him. The last thing he felt, where strong arms catching him before everything went pitch black.

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