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444rockstargf · 5 months

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hey there! just wanted to request a lil smut with female reader and clyde when kinda experienced reader takes clydes v card and hes like super shy n stuff and its just really cute :)

aww i like this one! :))

"kissing you hard, got my lipstick on your face." | clyde

roses. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist @auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly

female!reader x virgin!clyde

word count: 1.8k

contents: unprotected p in v

the night was still young, and the fun was just about to begin. from raging parties to slow makeout sessions in the back of clyde’s van, there was never a dull moment when you were with him.

tonight’s activity wasn’t anything special, but it held much potential for moving to the next level in your relationship. he was sprawled across the couch with you lying face down on top of him. he tangled complicated swirls into your hair and he used his other hand to draw mindless patterns onto your soft skin with his fingertips.

your eyes momentarily flickered to the movie that was playing on the television, your mind travelling to something that has strangely never occurred in you and his agenda. you had been through it all together: through the best and worst times of your life, he had always been there. you two had a palpable connection that took years to build and would only grow stronger. but you couldn’t shake the thought that you and him weren’t fully united.

he had never touched you. and it was mutual. the most heated you’d ever gotten with him was lying down on top of him as his boner pressed into your stomach, and even then, he insisted that you could have the bed to yourself for the night, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with the awkward occurrence of his erection.

but that had been your plan all along. you wanted to lead him on so that you could finally take that deeper step into your relationship. but as usual, he found a convenient way to turn you down. the first few times he avoided getting intimate with you, you paid no mind to it. but as the years passed, you got the impression that it wasn’t as much of a coincidence as you thought.

you snapped back into reality as he gently caressed your hips, his heavy-lidded eyes shutting as exhaustion spread through his body. your heart warmed at the sight, but the raging question still burned in your mind. you had pushed it back for as long as you could remember, but there was no better time than now.

you shook him a little. once, then twice before tickling him a little. you whispered gently in his ear. “clyde, wake up…” your lips just barely brushed against his ear lobe making his eyes spring open. his gaze met your bug, dolly eyes looking right back at him, causing a smile to tug at his lips. he pulls you into a tender kiss, holding it for a few seconds before speaking.

“what’s up, doll..?” god. his voice alone was enough to send blood rushing down to your sensitive bud. you cleared your throat slightly, deciding how to approach this. you could either ease him into the topic, slowly undressing yourself until he took charge, or you could just rip the bandaid off and get straight to it. considering all your past failed attempts, you decided to go with the latter.

you caressed his cheek with your thumb, his cold skin warming up with your touch. his breathing was barely audible over yours, the tension becoming stronger by the second. he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you into him even more before slowly connecting his lips with yours once again, drinking you in as your hearts raced in unison.

short gasps slipped from his lips as you caressed his jawline. the movie droned on in the background but you had managed to get him to tune that out. his hands ran up and down your back as your hand slowly slipped down to his throbbing manhood. as soon as he caught onto what you were getting at, he pulled away from the kiss, his once pale skin now flushed brick-red.

he laughed nervously, putting some distance between the two of you. he looked at you, struggling to get his words out as his mind rushed. “w-we almost forgot about this movie, huh?” his eyes bounced around the room, displaying clear discomfort. you frown, beginning to see the bigger picture.

he notices your change in mood. he pats you on the head, smiling sheepishly before turning his attention back to the screen. with a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the remote out of his grip, turning off the tv. he looks at you with confusion painted all over his face. “baby..?” you toss the remote to the side, sitting up and pulling him with you.

you take a deep breath. it was now or never, and at this point you were just dying to know the answer to your question. “why won’t you have sex with me..?” as soon as you spoke, you cursed yourself for being so forward. your cheeks burned as you caught a glimpse of his flushed expression.

he chokes on his words, unable to give you any sort of response. this only fills your heart with even more dread. “am i the problem, clyde? is it me?” that dumb, stunned expression remains on his face. your patience snaps like a thread. “answer me! is it because im to-” your negative words are cut off but yet another embrace, his lips locking with yours with more passion than ever.

he holds this kiss for a long time, allowing your tongues to mesh together and explore each other more than ever before. his hands travel up your shirt, lifting it up and disconnecting your lips for just a second to pull it over your head. he takes a moment to stare at your body for a moment. you sat bare in front of him, your nipples hardening from the cool air.

his hands were wrapped around your waist as he took in your body for the first time. this was the closest to nude that he’d ever seen you. “s-so perfect…” his gaze travelled down your figure, stopping at your black panties. he went to go pull down the fabric, but you stopped him, placing a hand on his heart. “you haven't answered my question…”

he too a deep shaky breath, realizing that the truth would come out eventually. “ive been pushing back on doing it with you b-because… im a virgin…” his voice got quiet at the end, but suddenly you understood. you placed your hands in his hair, running your fingers through his brown locks as he continued to speak.

“dont get me wrong. ive thought about it, like a lot. like whenever we kiss or sleep together or you sit on my lap or-” he begins to ramble, getting turned on just by the thought of you in this state. his eyes meet your breasts once more before they move up to your eyes. he sighs deeply, speaking more solemnly this time. “y-your perfect, and i just don’t wanna mess up or hurt you or anything, y’know?” you scoot onto his lap a little more, feeling his hard-on pressing right against your wet, clothed pussy.

his ears started to tingle as his body begged for you. he made eye contact with you, exchanging a thousand words that didn’t even need to be said. he started pulling up his shirt, tossing it to where yours was before wrapping his arms around you. after a few moments, he finally says the words you’ve been dying to hear. “im ready for you, baby…”

in a flash, your wet panties along with his baggy sweatpants were discarded, leaving both on your bare as you hungrily embraced eachother. your mouths reconnected, the kisses becoming sloppier as each second passed. you lifted your hips, getting a light grip on his painful erection. he hisses sharply at the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock, but he just watches, allowing you to take the lead.

you use his tip to tease the entrance of your dripping cunt, slurred moans slipping from your parted lips. clyde places his gentle hands onto your hips, helping you sink down onto his length. he fills you up pretty easily, but you gasp at the feeling of his length in your hole. he gets a stab of worry.

“are you ok? does this hurt?” you can sense the worry in his voice, but you start rocking your hips against him slowly. he takes your hands in his for support as the overwhelming feeling turns to one of pleasure. he exhales deeply, allowing his body to submit to the sensation. he watched as you slowly rode him, his precum making the perfect lube.

clyde quickly gets into the feeling, getting a better sense of what he’s doing. he slips a hand to your throbbing clit, starting to rub slow circles onto it. louder moans emerge from your throat, giving the signal that he’s doing the right thing. “t-this is ok..?” he still sounds unsure, but when you nod shakily, he speeds up his motions, hearing the wet sounds your sweet little pussy makes.

time begins to go elastic as you quicken up your pace, the sounds of breathless moans and skin slapping filling the room. clyde’s mouth is on one of your tits, swirling his tongue around your hard nipple as he uses his hand to work on the other one. your tight cunt squeezes against his length, causing his occasional groans to become more frequent.

your eyes travelled down his toned, muscular body, making you wonder why you hadn’t down this sooner. his dilated pupils swallowed his baby blue irises, making him look much more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. the moment comes when he feels that bundle of heat forming in the depths of his gut, signalling his first orgasm.

the sensation is completely unfamiliar to him, and his body gets overwhelmed with the feeling once more, but before he can get a word out, he’s shooting his ropes of cum into your core. you throw your head back, riding him at a rapid pace and making both your bodies jump, your tits bouncing right in front of his face.

you milk him completely dry, not stopping until you sense his overstimulation. you pull yourself off of him, letting his cum drip out of your hole and back onto his girth. you collapsed on top of him, panting as you recollected yourself from being filled up so much. if he hadn’t told you that this was his first time, you never would’ve guessed.

clyde gently caresses your cheek, looking at you as the realization finally sinks in. you had taken his virginity. you allowed him to take that major step into manhood. silence filled the room as you closed your eyes, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. the silence was broken by a question that you never would’ve expected. “so… round 2?”

author's note: im back from my unannounced break yall :)) i got two requests this morning plus one from last week that im going to try to get out this weekend. hope you all enjoyed!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #clyde electrick children #electrick children clyde #electrick children #smut #rory culkin x reader #i ❤ rory culkin #444rockstargf #lana del rey

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hawnks · 3 years

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Party Attire

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

r18 (mdni)

wordcount: 1,600

my drabble for the valentines day exchange uwu. for @some-kindofgnome hope i did your wants justice. smooch.

warnings: dom/sub undertones, oral s** (giving & receiving), edging, spit, size kink

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He’d warned you about that skirt.

In the hall outside the bathroom of the four star restaurant his parents invited you to. Crowding you against the posh wallpaper. Fingers digging into the skin just below your hemline. Admittedly, it was pushing the boundary between business chic and let me get railed on my five break and then meet you back here to talk about the budget requests. A cute, pink pleated number you’d thrifted a few months back. The weather had just turned right to wear it with some knee socks. It was fun and flirty, you thought. A little daring, sure, but not enough to draw any attention that was too salacious.

Katsuki had other opinions.

“We get home, I’m fucking you so hard you won’t be able to form a coherent thought for days.”

He made good on his word. And after pampering you a little bit (no thinking required with your boyfriend literally carrying you wherever you needed to go), Katsuki passed his final judgement on your dinner attire.

“No.”

You put on your best pout, waggling the (now very stained) skirt at him. He slapped your hands out of his face, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes followed the swish of the fabric, or how they fell to the marks he left on your thighs.

“Throw that shit out,” he groused.

You know he would never actually dare to tell you what you can and can’t wear. You also know he had a soft (and inexplicable) spot for that particular outfit. So you don’t feel bad about tucking it away for a rainy day -- after a very thorough washing, at least.

Now seems like the perfect occasion to break it out again.

Your boyfriend hasn’t been home in three days. The two of you keep up a constant back and forth over text, but you could tell the stress is beginning to wear on him, his responses getting pricklier and shorter the longer he’s away.

Finally, you get the message you’ve been waiting for. Home in ten.

Just enough time to get ready.

You hear Katsuki pull into the garage. He likes his cars fast and loud, which has never bothered you -- but the sound of the motor cutting out has your heart thundering in your chest. You’re seated on the plush couch in the den. You’re not sure if you should arrange yourself pleasingly or just plant yourself. You try several poses before you hear the front door open and shut, and Katsuki appears in the doorway, peering at you through the dimmed lighting as you struggle with one leg on the floor and one off.

It’s an uncomfortable position, and you can’t extract yourself without doing a bit of an awkward shimmy, which you suspect is endearing but not exactly seductive. Finally you end up with your legs hugged against your chest, your eyes trailing over to your boyfriend as he watches you, not moved from his spot by the entrance.

He’s in civilian clothing, sweats and a dark t-shirt, both perfectly fitted. It’s the first time he’d changed from his hero uniform in days, and the loungewear feels strange on his skin. Unnatural.

He leaves his coat on the floor in a heap, forgotten as he finally starts stalking toward you. His expression is bland, impassive -- but you catch a glimpse of interest in his eyes before your gaze darts, landing on his thighs. They’re massive, just like the rest of him. Sometimes you catch yourself watching him on slow days, as he leans over the stove, or grabs something from the top shelf from you, just marveling at the sheer size, the strength of him. It’s like he was designed with you in mind. Like he was made to make you feel small.

You can feel the divine heat of him as he stops before you, knuckles brushing your chin up until you meet his gaze. “Cute.”

You lean into his touch, and he cups your cheek, thumb petting the soft skin. “Missed you,” you say.

“Oh, yeah?” He stares at you for a second, the arches and slopes of your face. His thumb continues stoking, moving ever so slightly until he’s rubbing your bottom lip, dragging it down until he can see the dark color of the delicate inner skin. His forefinger creeps in, prodding against the soft point of your canine before finding your tongue. He presses down, a gentle pressure, but one that won’t let you ignore it. “Prove it.”

Your tongue presses back against his finger, licking around it, sucking. You do all of this without modesty, groaning when he presses back, gagging when his finger sinks deeper, edging toward your throat.

Katuski has big hands. You know that -- how could you ever forget that every part of him is a mountain -- but it’s moments like these that remind you just how big. How much bigger than you. How well he can fill you, in any way he chooses.

Your teeth are held open against his knuckle, and strings of drool begin to trail down your cheeks, land on your chest. Katsuki takes all of this, you, in with red eyes hooded, his other hand clenched at his side until he can’t hold himself back any longer.

With one arm he picks you up by the waist and repositions you, laying on your back beneath him as he straddles your midriff. He wipes the spit from his index finger off on your cheek, peering down at you as you let out another low whine.

“Impatient, huh?” he murmurs. At your eager nod, he grins, all teeth. “Guess I gotta show you who’s in charge here.”

One hand on the arm of the couch, the other cradling your chin, he crawls up your body until his hips are hovering over your face.

He lets go of you for just long enough to rip down his sweats, cock hard enough to tap his stomach, just from playing with your tongue, then his fingers are back on you, teasing open your mouth. He grits his teeth as you so willingly let him tap himself against your tongue, a dab of precum already budding at the tip.

You’re caged in by him from all directions, his thick thighs framing your temples, his hand stroking his cock in slow jerks just above your face. You should feel smothered—instead you feel intoxicated, drowned in his and his domination, and your lips continue to part further and further as he teases you, until you’re gaping and he’s grinning down at you.

“That’s it baby,” he hisses, nudging his cock in (finally in) to the warm cavern of your mouth.

He’s too big for you to take all of him like this, laying down, his legs splayed over you, but he continues to prod at the back of your tongue, his hips rolling in a firm, shallow rhythm. He edges himself in your mouth, pulling out and letting his cock smack gently against your cheek, smearing precum and your own spit across your skin.

“Yeah,” he says, voice worn thin, self control fraying. “So goddamn cute.”

Twice more pulls out just before cumming, smearing your face with your combined slick, groaning as his hips jerk against your jaw.

With a hiss he crawls off you, goes to his knees on the floor. In less than a second he’s manhandled you into the position he wants, hips hung off the couch, your whole body supported by his strong arms. With a wicked growl he flicks your skirt up, then he lowers his face.

Nothing Katsuki does could ever be considered sloppy. He’s perfect, sometimes maddeningly so. When he’s between your thighs he does things with a brutal finesse, one that you appreciate to the fullest extent. But what’s happening right now can only be described as messy.

He still knows how to treat you right, the exact pressure to make you buck, the spot inside to stroke with his index and middle finger while his other hand squeezes the meat of your thigh just this side of painful. But all of that is interspersed with split seconds of ravenous mindlessness. There are moments you don’t know what’s happening because it’s all so much, before he pulls you back in with a perfectly timed tweak of your clit, a particularly firm thrust.

And when he pulls back, just before you reach your peak, once, twice, three times, his praise is gravely and soft, his eyes have that mean glint that you hate love.

“Too soon, princess?” he says.

Or, “I told you to be fucking patient.”

Or, “Look at you, so fucking fucked. Just let me take care of things baby, I got you. Fuck that look on your face. So good for me—“

And when he finally (finally) let’s you cum on his tongue, he’s quick to follow after. You didn’t even know he’d been jerking off while he was eating you out, but you watch him rise up onto his feet, keeled over as he spends right on your pretty pink skirt.

He takes a moment to just look at it, you, all fucked out, a loopy smile on your face. He doesn’t think about what does it for him, how he likes how delicate you are compared to him, or how sometimes he just wants to fuck you up a little, how the urge lives closer to the surface when he’s stressed. Like today.

He runs an index finger through the cooling puddle caught in a pleat of your skirt, brings his wet finger up to paint your swollen bottom lip.

He says, “Was thinking about Italian for dinner tonight.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou katuski x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x y/n #im sorry i know we said like 500-800 words but i like talking abt messy stuff aklalkgjaerlkgj;aefgkllaadfg

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Begin Again (Marcus Pike x f!Reader)

Inspo: Begin Again by Adam Melchor

Summary: Dating apps never pair you with the right people. Until you come across the profile of a handsome, pancake loving FBI agent named Marcus.

W/C: 4.8k

Warnings: lots of talk of food, language, late night deep conversations, some sadness at the end but nothing intense? reader has a pet cat, is that worth a warning? idk

A/N: HI GUYS this is my first full length Marcus Pike fic! I really hope you like it!! thank you so much to @theteddylupinexperience and @sanchosammy for being my best editors and proofreaders and idea givers!!!

note: PLS listen to the song before/after/while reading! it’s one of my favs and it really goes along with the story

Over the course of your adult years, you’ve become convinced that dating apps are complete and utter bullshit. The algorithms never work right, never pair you or any of your friends with anyone worth seeing in person. Maybe that’s just the problem; maybe it’s not the apps but the people. Whatever the answer is, whatever reason you’ve never found success in the endless swiping, you’re through with it.

That was before last week. The rainy Tuesday night left you in your apartment, alone, to succumb to the cold spring dreariness. Over a cup of hot tea, you’d downloaded the app again. Might as well try, right? You have nothing to lose. If worst comes to worst, catfishing an annoying guy is always a blast. The good news is that this app requires you as the woman to make the first move. That’s kind of a downside- you never know how to start conversations- but at least you can’t get unsolicited dick pics right off the bats. Life is full of tradeoffs, you suppose.

You begin again. The app becomes your favorite pastime. Bored at work or home? Dating app it is. Left. Left. Left. Boring man after boring man. One labeled himself super-straight: absolutely fucking not. One holding a fish: nope. A man who describes himself as a gym rat: not your type. It’s a boring way to spend your lunch break, you’re aware, but the entertainment value is fun if nothing else. There are a lot of strange men out there.

After a few days, your luck seems to turn around as the photo of a man with brown hair and warm brown eyes pops up on your screen. He has a scruffy beard and wavy hair, and the way his smile tugs at the corner of his lips makes your heart flutter. He’s really cute, you have to admit. You read the bio next.

Marcus, 35

❗️ Washington, D.C.

Got forced into making this, but optimistic. Lover of art, dogs, and time to relax. Always down for breakfast for dinner and cuddling. Looking for someone with a sense of independence, love of travel, and a sleep schedule equally fucked up as mine. Must love pancakes.

Must love pancakes. That’s absolutely adorable. You immediately think of your cat, named Pancake, and you laugh and swipe right, hoping the man already thought the same of you. Your eyes widen with excitement and you almost laugh out loud from your giddy state when you see the little logo indicating it’s a match.

The first message you send him has to be perfect. You ponder your options for a minute, frowning and furrowing your brow as you think. You don’t want to come on too strong; you’re not trying to sound like you want a hookup. A simple one-word greeting wouldn’t be enough.

You could comment on something from his bio, you realize as you read it again and again. Maybe ask him about his dog? No, that’s too awkward. You want it to be about him, something that can draw him in. Talk about traveling? No, you don’t want to sound like you’re bragging about the places you’ve gone in your life.

Pancakes. Pancakes are good. You love pancakes. You think for a second more, debating what to say, before inspiration strikes and you send off the message before you can stop yourself.

Marcus Pike has essentially felt the same as you. He’s a somewhat charming man. He’s had his fair share of relationships, but they never quite work out. His ex-wife, now long gone and blocked from his phone, was an absolute failure of a relationship. He’d gotten close to what felt like true love with Teresa, another FBI agent, but she flaked at the last second.

Maybe the constant here was that he met them in person. When Marcus falls, he falls hard and fast, down an endless spiral of emotions with no escape. Maybe if he met someone online, it would be different. His best friends had all encouraged it, and on a night out not long after Teresa left him, Pike set up his own profile. He liked that the app didn’t require him to make the first move. It’s refreshing.

Marcus had seen your profile hours ago, on a mindless phone break from his work. He’d swiped right too, stunned by your smile and the lovelines you radiated even through the phone. He crossed his fingers for a good part of the day, hoping you’d swipe right on him too.

His day is busy, leaving him no time to fiddle with his phone and distract himself. He eats in the cafeteria, checking up on his phone. After lunch, he’s walking back to his office when his heart flutters as he sees the dating app indicates he’s had a match. He looks at it and swallows hard before stopping, moving to the side of the hallway to allow others to pass. He’s breathing hard, and his heart speeds up when he sees that you are the one that matched with him.

He knows how this app works. He has to wait now, to let you make the first move. He can’t even write a message until you send one. So he pockets his phone again and continues on his walk.

He’s determined on his walk, rushing back to his desk so he can sit and be thoroughly enthralled in waiting for or receiving your response. His phone buzzes several times with notifications, one of which he prays is you. When he finally sits, he opens the app ceremoniously and has to hold back a genuine laugh when he sees your first message.

Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus shoots back a text nearly immediately. Sorry, what?

Your bio. “Must love pancakes”. Blueberry or chocolate chip?

Marcus is absolutely beaming as he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. Blueberry. Always. I hope that’s the right answer :)

Unfortunately, it’s not, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide

You called him cute. It makes Marcus’s heart flutter. Come on. There’s nothing like the warm blueberry popping in your mouth.

There is. It’s when the chocolate chips are all melty and creamy.

God, Marcus is already painfully into you. You know what… at least you love pancakes. I’ll let it slide. You got a favorite place?

Anywhere I can get ‘em. You seem like quite the connoisseur, do you have one place in mind?

Jane slams down a stack of files on Marcus’s desk. “Paperwork overflow, Pike. Can you get these done tonight?”

Marcus is the fastest in the office with paperwork, which often leads to him being the one that flies through the files in the place of the people who actually filed it. He nods. What else is there to do? “Sure.”

Jane claps him on the shoulder and wanders off. Marcus watches him in slight annoyance. The best place in D.C. is definitely Sandy’s. Hey I gotta go, text ya later?

I’d love that :)

It didn’t take long for your texting to move from the dating app to actual texting. It happened within the same day, in fact.

Marcus messaged you some hours after the initial conversation. Your phone buzzed while you were doing yoga in your apartment, your cat curled into a ball beneath your stomach as you held a downward dog. You nearly collapsed on top of Pancake as you fumbled to sit cross-legged on the end of your yoga mat.

The message from Marcus is bright on the top of your screen. Hi. Sorry that took so long. Work stuff.

Smiling, you take a swig from your water bottle and lean back against your couch. Not a problem. Understandable. What do you do for a living? It’s a loaded question in D.C.; they could range anywhere from politicians to their rich sons to artists and athletes.

I work for the FBI, actually.

Your eyes light up in excitement. That’s the coolest shit I’ve heard. What do you do? Are you an agent?

The man’s responses don’t take long at all. He must be waiting in the chat to respond. The idea makes your heart flutter. Yep, I’m an agent. I work in international art crimes.

You certainly didn’t expect that for an answer. Wow, okay, that’s even cooler than I thought. I was about to call you Agent Pancake but I think my girl would be disheartened...

Snapping a photo of the way Pancake is nuzzling into your side, meowing for snuggles, you have to laugh as you send the photo his way. Funny you love pancakes so much. This little muppet is named Pancake.

Marcus responds with a barrage of heart-eyes emojis, which makes you laugh aloud and scoop Pancake into your lap, stroking her strawberry-blonde fluff. She’s an absolute angel. Like her mother, I’m presuming.

Your cheeks flood with warmth and you can feel the tips of your ears turning hot too. You’ve never even met me, Agent…? You trail off the text, asking for his last name.

Pike.

Agent Marcus Pike. What a nice sounding name. It sounds official and strong and you really like it. Cute last name. Might steal it from ya someday ;)

You don’t normally flirt this shamelessly, but he’s so goddamn cute and funny. You cross your fingers behind your back that this isn’t just a facade, that this is Marcus himself texting like he would to anyone else. You got a phone number?

As you laugh, Pancake paws at your chest to grab your attention, nails nearly digging into the stretchy fabric of your yoga tank top. “Watch it,” you scold her softly and remove her paw from your chest, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the head. Sure do. You want it?

Yes please.

You send your number his way and moments later, your phone pings with a text from an unlabeled number.

Maybe: Pike: hey, it’s Pike :)

You: hey… dammit, I really want to call you Agent Pancakes, but I think my fluffy little heathen would be offended. I don’t know what to save you in my phone as...

Agent Pancakes: Save me as whatever, I suppose. Not my problem, right?

The texts became more frequent. Over the course of three weeks, you’d stay up late talking like teenagers, knowing you need to go to bed but unable to bring yourself to do it.

You learned that his middle name was Mauricio, that his mother wanted him to have at least something a little more Latino in his name. You told him the story of how you’d adopted Pancake as a kitten from a shelter and she woke you up one morning with her claws entwined in a snarl of your hair. He told you about his ex-wife and ex-fiancée, Teresa, and you responded that he deserved something better than that. You can already tell that he’s a good man.

At the end of three weeks, you shot Marcus a text. Things seemed to be going pretty well.

You: Hey, you want to do a video call sometime soon?

Agent Pancakes: I’d love that! I’m free tonight if you are.

You: Always free. Shouldn’t you know that?? Doesn’t the FBI spy on us through our phones and whatever?

Agent Pancakes: well, I do work in art crimes. Even if we did, it would be a totally different thing

You: Good.

An hour later, you fidget with your hands as you sit on your couch, the laptop propped up across from you and ringing for a video chat. Marcus’s profile picture bobs on the screen as you wait for him to pick up.

Marcus’s face and apartment fills your screen, and you automatically grin. “Hi,” you giggle and wave, absolutely enraptured by how cute his real smile is, not the forced one in the photos.

“Hey. Nice to kind of-finally meet you,” he tells you and waves back. The wall of his apartment is nothing exciting, but his facial expressions already have you falling. Those big brown eyes compliment natural but ridiculously pink lips, and his brown hair is neatly done. It looks like he’s wearing a tie and a dress shirt; probably his work gear, you suppose.

“You too!” You tell him, unable to stop smiling. “You shaved.”

Marcus’s heart jumps out of his chest when he sees you ringing him. He barely has time to flop on the couch and turn it on, propping up the camera across from him.

God, you’re so gorgeous. Your giggle is infectious, making Marcus laugh softly at god knows what. Your grin is equally as contagious, making him smile back. He rubs his jaw in response. “Yeah, yeah. I tend to keep it clean there. Stubble takes too much maintenance, and I have this little patch where it never quite grows,” he tells you as he juts his chin to the camera, touching the spot where his beard can’t grow.

“I like it either way,” you assure him, shrugging a little. “How was your day, Agent Pancakes?” Your voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, even with the granulated audio over this shitty app. Agent Pancakes makes his heart flutter. “No, not you!” You groan as Pancake climbs onto your lap. “Hi. Your twin wants to say hi.”

Marcus’s smile widens. “Oh my god, hello cutie pie,” he chuckles, launching into baby talk. “What a pretty girl. You make a good Pancake.”

You smile and rub her fur, grinning. “She’s my baby,” you chuckle and set her aside. “Yeah. I’m busy. Leave me alone.” Pancake meows in protest. “Shut up, I’m on a date,” you whine.

Marcus’s ears perk up. “This is a date?”

Your eyes widen as you turn back to him. “I… yeah?” You ask, wincing a little.

He grins back at you. “I like it. And I’m really in love with the idea of seeing your face when you talk.”

“I like your voice,” you flirt back, but you mean it. “It’s so pretty. Do you sing?” You ask mindlessly, studying the way his brow furrows and his eyes convey exactly what he’s thinking.

He chuckles softly. “I used to. I haven’t in a long long time.”

“You’ll have to sing for me sometime.”

When he shakes his head, his neatly gelled hair tries to break free. A strand does, falling in his face. “You don’t wanna hear it, I promise.” He removes his tie, and you can’t help but watch the movement. It’s incredibly sexy.

A mischievous smile makes you bite the inside of your cheek. “No, I really do, I really think I do.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Only if you try the pancakes at Sandy’s sometime. I promise you, they’re the best pancakes in the District. I’ve never had the chocolate chip pancakes, but if they’re anywhere near as good as the blueberry, they’re fantastic. And they’re open 24 hours. I go there a lot for late night case work.”

You smile at that, getting cozy on your couch and hugging your blanket. “That does sound nice. I love a good all day breakfast,” you say with raised eyebrows, the teasing in your voice. “Okay, human Pancakes. How was your day?” You ask him again, intent on hearing his answer. Not only is his job fascinating, but he’s adorable when he explains things.

Marcus frowns, and that makes you instinctively frown too. “Well, it’s been good. We’re tracking a huge smuggling ring right now, but since we’ve pinpointed a stock house for them, I might have to travel for a while.”

You frown. You’d been hoping you could have a real date soon, at least. “How long is a while?” You ask him curiously, sipping from your water bottle that sits next to you.

“Couple weeks. No less than a month, probably. I’d… well, I might have to go undercover, which means we couldn’t talk for a while.” His eyes are apologetic, showing that he hates this news as much as you do. “And… I’d leave maybe tomorrow or the day after.”

Your heart sinks. “So soon,” you say with a sad smile, a desperate and lonely chuckle. “Well, if you want to come home to me, I’ll be here.”

Marcus’s smile perks up just slightly. “You would be the best thing in the world to come home to. And I’ll have the scruff back by then.”

“Yes!” You exclaim and laugh, pumping a fist in the air. “I think you’re really cute anyway, but I really love the scruff,” you shrug shyly.

“Maybe I’ll grow it out just for you.”

The adrenaline from his first technical-date with you prevents Marcus from sleeping. The call lasted hours, the two of you covering almost everything important in your lives. You talked about your favorite television programs and politics, your parents and your favorite pizza toppings. Talking with him was like nothing you’d ever experience, a connection you’d never thought a dating app could offer.

After several hours, during a lull in the conversation, Marcus suggested the two of you log off. It was around 11 P.M. now, and, even though Marcus has a sleep schedule like a raccoon, he figured you should sleep. He blew you a kiss through the camera, which you pretended to hold to your chest and grin at him.

But now it’s an hour later, just past midnight, and Marcus is antsy. He doesn’t sleep much anyway, but your face is running through his mind like it owns the place, and at this point, maybe you do. Marcus sits up in bed and sighs. He knows the proper remedy for this: Sandy’s. Throwing on a rare pair of jeans and a leather jacket over the white v-neck he wears, he slips on his shoes and makes his way to the tiny, 24-hour diner.

The adrenaline is coursing through your veins too. You text any of your friends that will listen, rambling about how beautiful Marcus’s face is and how wonderful it was to finally hear his voice. You pace your apartment, petting Pancake as you pass her perch on the arm of your couch. You try to do a little yoga to calm down but you can’t stop smiling. Marcus occupies too much room in your brain to try to think about anything else.

When it’s just after midnight, hunger strikes. You realize you never ate dinner, too preoccupied with talking to the handsome man to even consider microwaving something from your fridge. Talking with Marcus has instilled you with a love for pancakes, and you think to yourself that maybe Sandy’s would be worth a shot. It’s open late.

So you toss on a jacket and pick up your purse, slinging it over your shoulder and leaving your apartment. You toss the book you’ve been reading into your bag, planning to read it while you sit and eat. Pancake gives a sleepy meow of protest but you just smile and lock the door behind you.

The diner is just as small as Marcus described it to you: just a short line of booths along the windows and a smattering of tables in the middle. There’s a colorful, warm-toned tile floor that juxtaposes the warm green of the walls and the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting through the air. Quiet classic swing music filling the atmosphere. You can see why he likes it: it automatically makes you smile.

You sit in one of the booths, facing away from the door, and the kind waitress takes your order: chocolate chip pancakes and an English breakfast tea. The air conditioning is blasting, making you chilly. You tighten your jacket around yourself and sip the tea when it arrives, adding cream and sugar.

Cracking open the book, you cross your legs and lose yourself in the book. The restaurant has a calming aura, and you can feel the tea warming you from the inside. It’s fitting that Marcus loves this place, you think to yourself.

When the pancakes come not long after, you take a bite and almost groan in happiness. It’s absolutely delicious: Marcus was most definitely right. Disappointingly, you have to go to the bathroom about three bites in.

Even the bathrooms are cute, you discover. When you return, someone else sits a booth away, another lone diner at this godforsaken hour of night, facing the door. You can see the back of what appears to be a man’s head, neatly trimmed brown hair and a brown leather jacket over their neck and shoulders. Sitting back down, your back to the other customer’s, you return to your book and continue to eat your chocolate chip pancakes.

The customer and waitress are talking, but you don’t pay much attention, too enraptured by your book. It’s quiet again after the man puts in his order, and you enjoy the soft jazz music that makes you tap your foot in time against the tile.

There’s a buzzing and the melodic sound of a phone’s ringtone; one of the defaults that a phone provides. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the man pick up. “Agent Pike.”

That can’t be your Agent Pike, can it? You turn and listen and realize it’s definitely him, from his voice and the way he holds himself and the stack of- of course, blueberry pancakes and a hot coffee set in front of him.

“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Let me write that down.” Marcus types something into his phone. “See you then. At the office? Good. Alright, see you.” He hangs up.

Standing, you tuck your book back in your purse and put the bag over your shoulder. With one hand, you grab your plate of pancakes, and the other grabs your tea. You set them down across from him and slide into the booth, grinning. “Huh. Agent Pancakes, here, in the middle of the night. How unusual.”

Marcus’s tired face lights up in excitement. “What?” He laughs, his eyes scanning your face. “Why are you here?”

You shrug and take a bite of his pancakes, sighing. “Had to see if they were worth the hype. I couldn’t sleep, you got me so excited.” The blueberry pancakes are absolutely fantastic, just as good if not better than the chocolate chip ones on your plate. “Damn, you were right.”

“Hey,” he laughs and pulls his plate closer to his chest. “Don’t touch my pancakes.”

You make pleading pouty eyes, frowning a little. “Can’t we share?” You tease. It already feels like you’ve known him for years, even though this is your first time seeing him in person.

Marcus sighs. “I suppose,” he says and rolls his eyes in sarcasm, pushing his plate back out so you can access it.

Marcus is beyond stunned, absolutely enraptured in how beautiful you are in person. If he thought he fell on that video call earlier, he’s now reached the very bottom of that cliff, the impact of your everything stealing the air from his lungs. God, he wants nothing more than to kiss you right now, on those lips coated in blueberry juice and maple syrup.

The two of you spend quite some time so there, just talking and continuing the conversation where it left off before. The waitress refills Marcus’s coffee twice and your tea once. “So who called you when you were sitting alone?” You ask him as you bring the white porcelain mug to your lips, sipping at the creamy tea.

He sighs. “Guy I work with, his name’s Patrick. He’s a douchebag, I can’t lie,” he says with a chuckle, and his heart flutters at the way you give a soft laugh back. “Just telling me the details. I leave in about 6 hours. I’ll be in Singapore for a couple of weeks.”

“Singapore?” You exclaim, eyes wide as your fork clanks against your plate. “You better be able to contact me.”

He shakes his head. “I told you, I’m going undercover. I can’t.” He sighs, and he dares to reach out and touch you, to reassure you that he’s there and himself that you’re real, that you’re right there. “Will you wait for me?”

Your heart melts, from an already slush-covered river to a rushing rapids. “Of course, Marcus.” It makes his heart skip a beat. You’ve called him lots of nicknames, but never his real name. Something is painfully intimate about it. “I like you a lot; why wouldn’t I?” You ask, shrugging as if it’s the simplest thing. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

When you finish your meals, Marcus picks up both tabs, despite your protesting. “Can I walk you to your place?” He asks as you both stand and adjust your jackets.

You nod and take his hand. The lights of the city are seemingly extra dim tonight, leaving the street lights to illuminate your beautiful face as the two of you stroll along. You have all the time in the world, don’t you? It’s 1:30 in the morning. You’re both already evading sleep desperately. A little more time together can’t hurt.

His hand never leaves yours, his fingers lacing through your knuckles. You chat quietly, as if you could wake the sleeping city from the peaceful blue drone of a weeknight morning into its daily splendor of horns and hordes of speedy pedestrians.

Marcus bumps your shoulder with his, making you stumble a little to the side and laugh as you look up at his gorgeous face. His face reflects the love you’re both feeling, almost giving the city around you a pink glaze of warmth from the rose-colored glasses you must have placed over his eyes.

The walk draws to an end, as you stand at the entrance to your apartment building. Marcus’s body looks so soft and inviting, and you dare to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him to your chest. “I don’t want you to go, Agent Pancakes,” you murmur into the soft skin of his neck, which is starting to get a shadow of stubble.

Marcus kisses the top of your head. He doesn’t move either, prolonging this time you have together before he can’t see you. “I don’t want to go. I’ve never wanted to stay here more than I do now, but I have to.” His arms wrap around your waist, strong and safe.

Lifting your head, you look up at him, your noses practically touching from the proximity you share. The world feels like a bubble around you two, like some impenetrable one-way material that makes it so if Marcus leaves now, he can never come back. “Well, it’s gonna be a long time, a month or two,” you say with a sad smile. “We’ll have to begin again.”

Marcus shakes his head, his brown eyes almost welling with tears. “There’s no one else I’d want to begin again with.” With that, he looks in your eyes, the question hanging there. Wait for me?

Always, you respond silently by pressing your lips to his, kissing him slowly in the orange glow of your apartment building’s entrance. He kisses back, his lips tasting of coffee and maple and blueberry, yours tasting like chocolate and tea.

You squeeze your arms tighter around him, getting on your tiptoes to be as physically close as you can to him. He has one hand on either side of your rib cage, holding you there as he kisses back with all of the passion and love he has.

It can’t last too long or he’ll never leave. He won’t be able to. He breaks away after a few moments, his lips close to yours. He presses your foreheads together, arms encircling you again. “I have to go. I have to be at the office in an hour.”

You lift your head and your brow furrows in confusion. “Then why did you take so long to walk and eat with me?” You laugh quietly.

Marcus shrugs. “Didn’t want to leave you yet,” he admits, his eyes trained on yours. He gives you one last painfully gentle kiss. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you say with a sad smile. “You’ve been my distraction lately. Whenever I’m bored, I text you.”

He sighs, the confession increasing his frown. “I’ll be in an entirely new place, without you.”

“But I’ll be here, in my same old life without you in it.”

The words punch a hole through Marcus’s heart. It’s true; he’ll have new distractions, new things to do. You’ll be here with a Marcus Pike-shaped hole in your heart. He kisses your forehead, the wheels turning in his head. “If you get a call in the next few weeks from an unknown number, be sure to answer it, okay?”

You nod and smile softly. “You need to go. Go.”

He nods and his hand squeezes yours. “I can’t wait to begin again with you.” With that, Marcus Pike, Agent Pancakes, whatever you want to call him, the man you’re highly suspecting might be your soulmate, walks off into the slightly chilly D.C. night.

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Melted Ice Cream

TW: Internalized Acephobia, brief mentions of gender dysphoria and blood.

All Vincent wanted to do was cuddle on the couch with his boyfriends and watch a movie, but they had different plans. Them having sex without him leads Vincent to question his place in the relationship.

Fandom: Boyfriends (webcomic)

Use of Cannon Names: Prep-Vincent

Jock-Kevin

Nerd-Adrian

Goth-Felix

AO3

Words: 3K

The movie that Adrian had picked out was surprisingly really good. It was some cute slice-of-life anime movie that Vincent was sure would be a bit boring, not that he’d ever complain when he got to be in the arms of his boyfriends, but the characters were compelling and the storyline was phenomenal. Vincent was cuddled up next to Kevin, who held an arm around Vincent, drawing mindless circles against him as the four paid attention to the movie. This, Vincent decided, was the most perfect moment he had ever lived: watching a good movie and basking in the love of his boyfriends.

That didn’t last long.

It started off subtly enough, the couch moving slightly under Vincent as someone shifted their position, the quiet sound of a peck on a cheek. They were things that were so often just the background noise to Vincent’s life, that he could easily tune them out in favor of seeing if the girls in the movie would confess or not. Kevin’s arm slowly moved away from Vincent’s shoulder, he shuddered at the loss of warmth and finally looked up to see what was happening beyond the movie. Kevin’s retreated hand found its way to Vincent’s thigh, squeezing it firmly as he nibbled on Adrian’s ear. Adrian, who was currently making out with Felix, subtle moans already starting to form in his throat.

As appealing as the scene before him was, Vincent knew already that tonight was not the night he wanted to do this. All he wanted to do was cuddle up with his boyfriends and finish the movie, but they had other plans. Not wanting to impede their pleasure, Vincent resisted as Kevin tried to pull him off of the couch. “Not tonight guys,” He said, laying down on the couch, looking up at the men currently standing up, about to move to the bedroom, “I’m gonna finish the movie, you guys have fun.”

Kevin knelt down, his warm hand brushing the hair out of Vincent’s face, “Are you sure?” he asked, “‘Cuz if you’d rather, we can all finish the movie and-”

“No,” Vincent interrupted, he could already see the hard-on blooming in Kevin’s pants as he knelt down beside him, and Adrian’s face was already his signature shade of beet red as he gazed at Vincent too, they wouldn’t enjoy the movie now anyways, “go have fun, really.” Kevin gave Vincent’s face a good look for another few seconds before pressing a kiss to his forehead and disappearing into the bedroom with Felix and Adrian.

Vincent grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair, laying down on the couch. The heat from where the other three had been sitting moments ago was still there, but it was quickly fading. Vincent could finish movie night by himself, maybe get some cleaning done around the apartment, then, when his boyfriends were finished, he could cuddle up with them and fall asleep. That would be nice. The movie was getting better and better by the second, the girls having finally confessed, went on a date, which was currently being interrupted by one of their ex’s.

A loud moan of pleasure ripped through the apartment, covering up the audio to the pivotal scene. No one was louder than Adrian, that’s for sure, and while it was hot when he was participating, Vincent felt more like an annoyed neighbor than a loving boyfriend. He didn’t dare turn up the TV, though, he wouldn’t want even more noise complaints. The moans showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, so Vincent paused the movie, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door, locking it behind him. There was no way he’d be able to concentrate, let alone hear the rest of the movie, and with his relaxing night interrupted, he didn’t have the heart to clean. A nice drive would do him good. The blonde moved down the stairs of the apartment complex, into the parking garage, and clicked his key to remember just where he had parked. His car gave a satisfying beep that echoed through the enclosed space.

Vincent climbed into his convertible, whose roof was currently up, turned it on, and quickly made his way out of the garage and onto one of the main roads. Vincent rolled down his window, letting the wind fall softly across his face. None of the stations were playing anything that interested him, and Vincent didn’t feel like hooking up his own phone, so he turned it off, basking in the silence.

Silence rarely brings good things to a mind in crisis.

Bored, Vincent’s mind began to wander to his boyfriends. He hoped they were having a good time together, but it was hard to imagine any of those three could leave the others unsatisfied, so there wasn’t too much to worry about there. Did they miss him?

A sudden red light had Vincent slamming on the break, stopping his car, but not his thoughts. Did they miss him? Of course they did, the logical side of Vincent’s head said, but the more he thought about it, the more unsure he grew. They were probably having mind-blowing sex over at home, he probably handn’t appeared in their thoughts since the second they closed the bedroom door. Why would they? He wasn’t there providing them pleasure, he almost never was. For some reason, Vincent’s sex drive was just never as high as the others, he was always turning them down, day after day. It was only a matter of time before they stopped trying to include him, it was only a matter of time before they-

“MOVE IT ASSHOLE!” A scream accompanied by a cluster of honks brought Vincent back to; the light was green. Vincent slammed on the accelerator, taking off once again. He really shouldn’t be driving if he was going to keep getting distracted, so he signaled and turned into a parking lot, rolling his window back up. He leaned back in his seat, eyes gazing up at nothing in particular. Maybe he was broken. That had to be it. There was asexuality, but Vincent was sure that didn’t describe him. He liked sex, he wanted to have sex, at least every once in a while, and he thought his boyfriends were incredibly sexy, so what was the problem?

Tears began to sting in his eyes. The problem must lie within himself. They’d see that soon, wouldn’t they? He hoped to whatever gods were out there in the universe that they’d never see the problem, but Felix, Adrian, and Kevin were smart. They’d realize it eventually, and he… where would he fit in once they realized?

Tears free-flowed down his face now. Vincent didn’t bother trying to stop them, just letting himself silently cry. Thoughts swirled around his head, too frantically for Vincent to stop them. They clouded his mind as his tears clouded his vision. A sudden buzz of his phone pulled him out of his thoughts for a moment. He picked it up and was greeted by a picture of Felix flipping the camera off. Why was Felix calling him so soon? It was only...Vincent had been in the car much longer than he thought he had. Taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to compose himself, Vincent picked up the phone.

“Vince, where are you?” Felix’s voice sounded in his ear with that slightly groggily tone his voice always got right after sex. Vincent could tell he was on speaker “Your keys are gone.”

“Yeah, I…” Vincent looked out the window, looking for an excuse that wouldn’t expose his hurt, “The movie got boring so I thought I’d get us some ice cream.”

“Ooh!” Adrian interrupted before Vincent could say more, secretly he was grateful as he could feel his throat beginning to tighten again. “Get me cotton candy please!” Kevin and Felix called out their orders, cookies and cream and mint chocolate chip respectively, after Adrian. Vincent hummed in acknowledgment, before letting out a quick “love you” and hanging up the phone. Something about their cheery attitudes made him want to start crying again, but he forcefully held the tears in, hoping his eyes wouldn’t look too blotchy when he got home.

Vincent quickly made his way through the drive-through, ordering the three ice creams, not bothering to order one for himself. His stomach was in knots, and the thought of eating made him more nauseous than anything. He turned the radio up, not particularly caring what blasted through his speakers, only wanting something to keep his mind away from dark thoughts. When he arrived back at the parking garage Vincent thanked his past self for putting concealer in his glove compartment. He quickly touched up his under eyes, masking the remnants of red that remained on his face, then finally left the car to take the elevator upstairs.

The living room to the apartment was still empty when Vincent finally unlocked the door, stepping inside. Vincent let out a slight shiver as a blast of cold air from the apartment hit him. He made his way to the bedroom. There he found Felix, Adrian, and Kevin cuddled against each other. Felix was dressed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt, Adrian in Kevin’s shirt, and Kevin in nothing but his underwear. Vincent was glad that they at least dressed before he came home, but the room, which still smelt strongly of sex with a bottle of lube haphazardly strung onto the floor, still gave away what activities they had been partaking in. Vincent handed out the ice creams, flopping into bed next to Felix when he was finally done.

Kevin reached over and stroked Vincent’s arm, “Didn’t you get yourself any, baby?” He asked through a spoonful of his treat.

Vincent hesitated for a moment before nodding, “Already ate it,” he lied.

“God,” Adrian called out from beside Kevin, “Cotton candy ice cream is the best.” He moaned in delight, savoring the sweet taste of his ice cream. Vincent slightly tensed at the moan, broken, his mind called out.

Vincent leaped out of bed, “I’m gonna go do the dishes,” he said, not facing his boyfriends. If he got one look at them he knew he’d cry again.

“What?” Adrian whined, “But cuddles? Dishes can wait.”

“I won’t be able to relax knowing the dishes aren’t done, I-” He tried to get more words out, but his breath hitched slightly. Praying his boyfriends didn’t notice, he quickly escaped the room for the kitchen. There really weren’t many dishes in the sink, just a few plates, cups, and silverware lay. It could have waited till morning, Adrian was right, Vincent knew that, but he turned on the sink anyways. The rush of water from the faucet did nothing to cover up his returning bad thoughts. Why couldn’t he be more normal? He couldn’t even eat ice cream with his boyfriends, couldn’t even cuddle up with them, and relax because his brain just wouldn’t stop thinking. His throat began closing in on itself as his hands shook from the exertion of keeping the tears inside. He wouldn’t cry, he wouldn’t place that burden on his boyfriends. They were already burdened enough to have him in their lives, right?

CRASH

The glass that Vincent had been washing slipped from his hands unceremoniously and fell to the ground, smashing into hundreds of pieces. A piece ground horribly into his calf, leaving an angry red mark that began to bleed, but the pain of the scratch was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. The broken cup, as broken as him, would be yet another burden on Felix, Adrian, and Kevin. Ignoring the blood, ignoring the loud sobs that had finally begun racking his body, Vincent kneeled on the ground, trying to pick up the mess with shaking hands.

Before he could satisfyingly clean up his mess, a pair of hands grabbed his, forcing the glass back onto the floor. Vincent tried to pull away, the only thing on his mind was cleaning up the mess, not being a burden on his boyfriends, maybe they’d keep him around longer if he did this. “Vincent,” A voice called out, stern and full of concern. The blonde refused to turn towards the voice, just struggling to get to the glass, “Vincent,” the voice called out again, “You’re bleeding.”

Those words caused Vincent to snap back. He looked down through still misty eyes at his own hands, which were still being held still by the wrists. Blood was leaking out of his palms from the shards of glass that had embedded themselves into his skin, the blood dripped onto the floor and onto the hands of the hands holding his. “We’re gonna get you cleaned up, okay.” The voice from earlier, that Vincent finally recognized as Kevin’s, said softly into his ear. Vincent nodded, allowing Kevin to help him up and walk towards the couch. Kevin supported Vincent as he slowly sat down, then sat next to the blonde, keeping him close. Soon enough, Adrian came running in with the first aid kit, his glasses slightly foggy from the exertion of running around looking for it.

Felix grabbed the first aid kit from the nerd, kneeling down in front of Vincent and grabbing the worst injured hand. They all sat in silence for a while as Felix fished out the glass shards from Vincent’s hands with a pair of tweezers. Vincent whimpered from the pain, hiding his face in Kevin’s neck, reveling in the warmth of his presence. Tears continued to leisurely roll down Vincent’s face; tears from the pain and because of the lingering smell of sex that permeated around him. Adrian sat opposite of Kevin, rubbing the prep’s shoulder supportively. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Kevin was the first to speak, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. Vincent’s tears leaked out of his eyes with renewed vigor at the simple, loving action.

When his hands and leg were properly cleaned and bandaged, Felix placed gentle kisses against his hands. “This isn’t just about the cup, is it?” Adrian asked, cuddling closer to the crying figure, “You…you were acting off for a bit there. If you wanna talk about it, we’re here for you, Vince.”

Vincent really didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want the burden of his own brokenness, his own feelings, to be dropped on his boyfriends, but sitting there being held by the three men he loves more than anything or anyone in the universe, he couldn’t help it. “I-” Vincent choked on a sob, “Why do you guys keep me around?”

There was silence for only a brief second before Felix bolted up grasping Vincent’s face in his shaking hands, “Why would you say that Vince?” His slightly calloused fingers wiped tears away from the prep’s face.

“I mean, I’m broken.” Vincent averted his eyes from Felix’s, looking down at his own empty palms, “Who’d want a boyfriend who never wants to have sex?” The three other boys opened their mouths to speak at the same time, but Vincent only continued, “I mean, tonight, you guys were...were together and...and I could only think about how jealous I was. About how much I just wanted to cuddle on the couch with you guys, but...but if I told you to stay, you’d find out how broken I really am. Can’t have sex, can’t communicate, hell, I can’t even wash the dishes right.”

Felix’s hand slowed to a stop on Vincent’s face, “Look at me, sweetheart,” he said softly, gently encouraging Vincent’s face to move upwards, but he refused. “Vincent, please look at me, please.” His voice cracked slightly. At that sound, Vincent finally looked back up at Felix, whose eyes were now flooded with tears to match his. “You are not broken,” he said firmly, “and I will not sit here and let you talk about yourself like that.”

“But it’s-”

“You have always been there for me when I’m feeling dysphoric. When I look in the mirror and all I see is a girl, you’re there to help me find myself again. You shut me down when I insult myself, so like hell am I’m gonna sit here and let you do that to yourself.” Felix’s forehead met Vincent’s, whispering against it, “please let me, let us, help you see the you we see.”

Two more heads made their way towards Felix and Vincent’s, tears rolling down their faces as well, “We’ll keep you around forever,” Kevin murmured into Vincent’s collarbone, “You’ve done so much for us, you’re so good.”

“I’d never have sex again if it meant keeping you by our side,” Adrian sobbed, grasping Vincent’s shirt that had long grown damp from the four men’s tears.

Vincent wanted to insist that he didn’t have to do that, but his tears stopped his words. They were no longer tears of sadness, or fear, or self-hatred. They were tears of happiness. His boyfriends, the men he loves more than anyone else in the world, were there by his side. Vincent’s eyes may only see the bad in himself, but their eyes? They saw an amazing man whom they love, who may not be perfect, but who is? The flaws Vincent saw were perfections to them, and Vincent felt all that love at that moment. So much love, it was almost too much to bear.

After a while of crying together, Vincent finally spoke again, laughing slightly through tears, “your guy’s ice cream is probably melted.”

“Who cares,” Kevin said, “Who needs ice cream when we have you?” And so the boys stayed, enjoying each other's embrace, wiping each other’s tears, while the three melted ice creams and the broken cup lay forgotten until morning.

#boyfriends webcomic #boyfriends webtoon #boyfriends webcomic fanfic #Jock x nerd x prep x goth #TW acephobia #tw gender dysphoria #tw bl00d #hurt/comfort

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some-days-we-get-sundays · 3 years

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It’s A Wildmoore holiday wish list🍂🍎🎃🦃❄️🎄

Picture this:

Wildmoore going to a pumpkin farm and picking apples and getting pumpkins and drinking warm cozy drinks together and snuggling under a blanket. They’re just friends at this point but the flirting and closeness has amped up. Mary suggested that her Luke, Ryan and Sophie all go out for some pg-rated fun to get to know each other better since they will all be part of The Bat Team. There are new dynamics now with Sophie having quit the crows and looking to work with The Bat Team officially. Ryan is in her second year of being The Bat and feeling like she finally isn’t flying in Kate’s shadow, and Luke is now Batwing. Mary says it’s like a professional development meeting. So they go to the pumpkin farm and cute autumn shenanigans ensue. Cue Ryan trying to show off by grabbing a huge pumpkin, only for the stem to come off of it as she is carrying it and for the pumpkin to fall onto the ground and burst. Sophie can’t stop laughing. Cue Ryan and Sophie finding a bench and sitting on it, huddling together under a flannel blanket sipping hot ciders and hot chocolates. Even though Luke and Mary tell them it’s not that cold. Sophie and Ryan roll their eyes at Luke and Mary. They all go back to Ryan and Mary’s shared place and they bake pumpkin seeds and make apple pie.

Deeper into the month of October they all go to a haunted house. Ryan is terrified of haunted houses, she claims that Black folks and horror don’t mix. Both Sophie and Luke try to lecture her about Black folks and horror and how they do mix until she says FINE I WILL GO IF YOU BOTH SHUT UP! They go to the haunted house and there is also a maze. Ryan see’s the maze and says there is absolutely no freakin’ way she is going in a maze. Sophie whispers into her ear that she’ll protect her and Ryan gets goosebumps along her entire body. They go through the haunted house and Ryan jumps into Sophie’s arms at every single sound. Even the times when there was no sound Ryan grabs Sophie’s hand or her arm because the lack of sound is also scary. Sophie pretends to be annoyed but she secretly loves protecting Ryan and she thinks Ryan being Batwoman but also being a scaredy cat is just plain adorable. They all go through the maze next and Ryan in the crisp and biting October air and eerie full moon night discreetly never lets go of Sophie’s hand. Sophie runs her thumb over Ryan’s thumb and she thinks that their hands fit perfectly together.

Thanksgiving rolls around and they all decide to have a Bat Team feast. On account of none of them having good relationships with their parents, and half of them not having parents who are alive and well, they decide to start their own tradition. Sophie invites Jordan and Jordan takes every chance she gets to elbow Sophie or wiggle her eyebrows at Sophie any time that Ryan is mentioned or any time Ryan comes over to Sophie to speak to her or any time the group laughs at something mindless and Ryan and Sophie glance at each other while laughing. Jordan regards the situation with a smirk. Sophie constantly kicks Jordan under the table. Luke and Sophie are the ones who make most of the food. Turns out Luke is a very good cook and Sophie while she doesn’t like to cook she decides to help out with most of the food. Ryan makes vegan mac and cheese that she found an amazing recipe for on youtube. Mary says she doesn’t trust herself to make food that won’t get them all sick. They thank her for not risking their lives. They all watch football even though none of them know much about football. Sophie and Ryan snuggle into each other and everyone but Jordan pretends not to notice. They all share what they are thankful for and they are all thankful for a lot of different things but one of the most important things that they are all thankful for is each other.

It’s December and Ryan loves the holidays. Nobody else is as into it as she is so she has to beg everyone to come look at Christmas lights. She begs them to put lights and a tree up in the bat cave. They all go sledding a couple of times and Joran tags along. Mostly because she loves her big sister and is happy that they are spending more time together, but also so that she can watch Ryan and Sophie pretend they don’t have feelings for each other. Jordan thinks Ryan is sexy and she’s never seen Sophie more happy than when she is around Ryan and The Bat Team. Jordan thinks about trying to get them to kiss by hanging mistletoe. They go to a ski lodge even though Luke and Mary are the only decent skiers in the group. Ryan wants to go for the ambiance. Jordan wants to learn to ski so Mary and Luke take her out for lessons while Sophie and Ryan chill in the loft near the fire place. They snuggle under the same flannel blanket that they shared in the fall. They lean against each other and share inside jokes and hushed conversation. They sip hot tea and soul soothing warm coffee. Ryan gets sleepy and she puts her head on Sophie. Sophie sees Jordan, Luke, and Mary all come back from skiing. Jordan is about to say something about how Ryan is asleep on Sophie’s shoulder but Mary puts her hand theatrically across Jordan's mouth and drags her away from Ryan and Sophie and back to their rooms.

Christmas is getting closer and Ryan tries to get them all to do Secret Santa. That is where they draw the line and Ryan pouts. Sophie later on texts Ryan and tells her that they can just get gifts for each other and not tell the others. Ryan likes this idea. Everyone is out and about and Ryan asks Sophie to come to the loft so that they can do their gift exchange. Ryan gets Sophie a beautiful gold necklace with a bat symbol on it. Sophie eyes it curiously with a twinkle in her eye. She asks Ryan if this is to remember her by. Ryan laughs and says maybe but it is also a gift to welcome her to the Bat team. Ryan tells Sophie that she is happy to have her here. Sophie asks Ryan to help her put it on and when Ryan stands behind Sophie to put the necklace around her neck her hands linger on Sophie’s collarbones and breathing from both women hitches. Sophie pulls out a small book from the large red bag she has. It’s a book about the symbolism of plants. Ryan smiles wide when she reads the cover of it. Then Sophie reaches into the bag and pulls out a small succulent plant. She tells Ryan that the succulent represents loyalty and endurance. She tells Ryan that it represents someone who is trustworthy and always there for you. She tells Ryan that she sees her in that way and that she hopes one day Ryan can see her as trustworthy and always there for her. Ryan tells her she always sees Sophie in that way. Next Sophie pulls out a small cactus plant. She tells Ryan that the cactus represents protection and endurance, it’s good for someone who is going through a hard time but is a determined person. Sophie tells Ryan that she sees her as a protector but that she always will also do her best to protect Ryan as well. Lastly she takes out a ficus plant. She tells Ryan that the ficus represents abundance and peace. It is a great plant for someone who is a leader and symbolizes unity and success. Ryan has tears in her eyes and she walks over to Sophie. She places her hand out for Sophie to take it. Sophie does and now Sophie is standing too. Ryan wraps her arms around Sophie holding her in a deep and meaningful embrace. They chat and have tea, hot chocolate and cookies and then Ryan walks Sophie to the door.

It is only a week before Christmas and the Bat team are holed up at Mary and Ryan’s loft. It’s a snow day across Gotham and thankfully Batwoman is off tonight and so is Batwing. They figure if something major goes down they will hear about it. They just want a few days where they don’t have to be superheroes. It is the holiday’s after all. Ryan has made them all watch tons of Christmas movies. They all groan about it but secretly they enjoy feeling like a family. Ryan says they should all get matching Christmas pajamas and someone throws a pillow at her. Ryan squeezes onto the couch between Sophie and Mary so that she can be close to Sophie; she is practically in her lap. Everyone regards each other with knowing looks that Ryan and Sophie don’t seem to notice. Jordan decides this is a good moment to sneak up behind them on the couch and dangle mistletoe above Ryan and Sophie’s heads. Everyone laughs nervously but Ryan leans over just the few inches and places a soft kiss on Sophie’s lips. Sophie deepens the kiss and then Jordan shouts HAPPY HOLIDAYS GOD BLESS US EVERYONE! Everyone laughs and gets into their own conversations or back into the movie playing on screen. Ryan snuggles into Sophie once again. Sophie whispers in Ryan’s ear; never failing to send shivers down Ryan’s spine, and she tells Ryan that she can’t wait for what the New Year is going to bring.

#i just wrote this so randomly yall just literally typed it up now #wildmoore #ryan wilder #cw batwoman #sophie moore #i just really love the holidays and they are almost here #i had to write a little sum for these two #it's not really a fic more like a snapshot #idk #enjoy it tho #havent written wildmoore anything in a minute #the new wildmoore ao3s inspired me

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pretendrocketships · 4 years

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Think About Me

About: Shawn fucking you after your bachelorette party, reminding you who you belong to. Forever. (SMUT)

A/N: 3K THIS REQUEST WAS EVERYTHING. IF YOU HAVE A FIRE REQUEST LIKE THIS YOU BETTER SEND IT. I went from Dom!Shawn to cute and giggly mid sex Shawn.Idk how this ended up being so cute. Lmao I hope y’all can see I’m indecisive. Actually had fun with this, I’m back babbieesss. I would love love love some feedback.

Song: Think About Me by DVSN

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“Baby! Have you seen my keys? I’m going to be so late and the girls are going to kill me.” Shawn sat on the couch and continued starring at whatever was so captivating on his phone,

“Nope, haven’t seen them.” You rolled your eyes and took his phone out of his hand.

“Shawn, you didn’t even look up from your phone, let alone help me look!”

“One, you’re cute when you yell, and two, you asked if I had seen them which I truthfully answered no.” He snatched his phone back and planted a quick kiss on your lips before plopping himself back onto the couch. “Any other questions?”

“What is wrong with you?” you asked more to the wind than to him.

“Nothing. Fine. Why wouldn’t I love sparkly pink balloons and confetti around our house, reminding me that over-sexualized men are going to be rubbing their junk all around your face,” he said drawing air circles around your head, “for the entire night!” You threw your head back in a laugh.

“Baby, don’t be like this, you had your fun last month,” you reminded him. All the boys flooded out of hiding to surprise Shawn with the “dream bachelor party”, as they called it. You remember the pictures on Brian’s Facebook of Shawn’s goofy drunk smile and all of his closest friends finally in the same place at the same time. Clicking through the album you were cracking up until you saw a picture of Shawn with his hands covering his eyes and the boys laughing or wide-eyed around him. You were ready to click to the next picture to see what all the fuss was about until suddenly everything disappeared. The album disappeared before your eyes, baffling you until your computer pinged, signaling a private message from Brian: “Sorry love, what happens in Vegas and all that.” You snapped yourself out of the memory when you felt Shawn pouting around you.

“Ok yes, buttt it was all Brian! I had no choice; I was kidnapped!” he whined, sinking further into your plushy couch.

“You’re lucky you’re cute Mendes,” you said, straddling him and kissing his temple to attempt to stop his whining.

“So you’re staying?” he said perking up, sliding his hands around your waist, towing with the hem of your dress. It was your turn to laugh.

“Oh hell no, I’m going to have a great time, baby.” You leaned close and kissed up his neck, ending just under his ear when you felt him shiver. “And you’re just going to have to get over it,” you remarked kissing him slowly while he pulled you impossibly closer. “My needy boy,” you chuckled lowly.

“You actually cannot leave me here right now,” he groaned thrusting his hips up.

“Watch me,” you whispered. You felt a little evil, but mainly powerful. Getting off his lap, you were excessive with sliding off him and shaking your ass once you were back on your feet. “Don’t wait up.”

“You know what, I will. I’ll take care of myself tonight you have fun. You smiled at him, that dazzling smile that initially made his heartache.

“You do that, baby,” you cooed squeezing his cheeks, “give your right hand a break after a while.” He groaned. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, far from it, he just hates how hot you are. That was confusing, and he admits it, but having a fiance so attractive means looks. He was no stranger to them. No matter how many times you reassured him all the stares were for him, but he wasn’t stupid. The fact that not one, not two, but several hot men with glistening abs and better dance moves than him were getting paid to put a smile on your face. Fuck he needs to stop thinking. He may be slightly freaking out, but he would never let you know that. He removed your hand from his cheek quickly and interlocked your fingers, stretching his hand out above the top of the couch.

“You can do whatever you want, honey,” he said whispering while holding an intense stare. “These guys can grind on you, touch you,” he muttered while trailing his other hand down your curves, “try their best to put on a show, but we both know I’m the one that has you begging, screaming,” his hand how ghosts over your neck,” cumming until you’re shaking. So, have fun, honey, I’ll be here when you need me.” Your breath hitched in your throat as goosebumps appeared all over your skin. He kissed your temple and pulled himself up from the couch. “Gotta get going, (Y/N), you’ll be late.” He was full-on smirking on, glad he took back control of the situation. You straightened up and fixed your top and your hair.

“Don’t wait up.” With one final kiss, you grabbed your keys, which were where you left them, you were out the door, leaving Shawn to ease his mind alone. Now, what was he going to do all this time? He didn’t even come back from his own bachelor party, spending the night at Brian’s because he was so far from gone by the end of the night. You got a picture from one of his friends with him curled up shirtless, in black jeans that were way too tight, with a teddy bear in his arms. No one was really sure how Shawn got to bed, but the picture was cute enough for you to not be mad at him for not coming home after a night of strippers.

Shaking the thoughts of his bachelor party away, he got up and looked around the house for something to do, but everything in your home reminded him of you. Like everyone normal person, his mind went to Instagram to hope some mindless scrolling would take his mind off everything. Several questionable Tasty videos and dog pictures later, he found himself clicking through everyone’s stories, not paying much attention until his phone let out a scream. He almost dropped his phone before seeing your face flash across his screen. He sat up straighter on the couch and clicked back to start the story front he beginning. He saw you and your friends screaming on a party bus, he saw all the alcohol and the pink glitter sash that settled nicely between your boobs, so he thought. You and your friends were dancing and laughing about whatever you managed to hear over the loud music. The next story was a solo picture of you with the caption “LAST NIGHT OF FREEDOM DONE RIGHT!!” The next story, he wished he didn’t click on. The front of the strip club was familiar. He might have looked up all the best clubs in the city just in case he needed to come to rescue you, and this one was at the top of the list. He saw several more stories that were to follow, and he locked his phone. He considered throwing it, but he already heard the lecture you would’ve given him if you found out why. He decided to lay back and force himself to sleep, aka torture himself thinking about how was getting to rub their junk all over his almost wife.

“Bye! Thank you again!” you whispered as waved goodbye to your friends, silently thanking them for making sure you got home safe. Shawn shot up from the couch as if his dick told him it was time to wake up.

“Honey!”

“Shawn!,” you screamed. “Don’t scare me like that, and I told you not to wait up!” He laughed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into him.”

“(Y/N)!” he mocked you, “you know I always do. So how was it?” he said waiting no time. You chuckled and pushed his chest, moving past him towards your bedroom.

“Not much to tell.” He wrinkled his eyebrows at that, quick on your heels.

“What do you mean ‘not much to tell’?” You steadied yourself on the wall to take off one of your heels.

“I mean you don’t really wanna know, baby.”

“Ok, now I need to fucking know exactly what happened.” He bent down to grab your legs and threw you over his shoulder.

“Shawn! Put me down you fucking animal!” He came around to the couch and sat down, forcing you to straddle him.

“There, you’re down. Now, what happened?” You rolled your eyes and cupped the back of his neck.

“Do you really wanna know?” He rolled his eyes.

“Obviously.” You hit him in the chest.

“Don’t be an asshole or I won’t tell you anything.” He held his hands up in surrender and stayed quiet. You took a second to admire him. He looks so good when he wasn’t talking and letting you be in control. That gave you an idea. You leaned in, impossibly close to him. “Do you want me to tell you? Or show you?” His head jerked back in confusion for the second time on the night.

“Show me?”

“Show you.” And something clicked in Shawn.

“Show me.” You grinned and started to get off him and shake your hips in front of him. You were swaying side to side, to the beat of some song from the club that would not get out of your head. He was about to teach his hands out before you moved further. You whipped your head around.

“Look, don’t touch.” After giving him enough of a show, you got back on top of him, letting his hands finally begin kneading your nearly bare ass.

“No. This?” he said, squeezing particularly hard, “is all mine. And I will touch as I please? Got it?” You laughed and started unbuckling his pants.

“You can’t go one night without giving up control huh?”

“You never let me. I let you go out all night with your friends, let you have God knows how many guys dry fuck the air around you, let you post all over social media about how much fun you were having, yet the whole night I know you were thinking about how much better I could do. Had to shell out ones for those guys when I could having you moaning into the sheets. I let you have your freedom because I know at the end of the day you’re mine, and I’m yours,” he growls.

“W-was not thinking that,” you whimper, slowly feeling the rough pads of his finger paw at your clit.

“Then why are you so wet right now, honey?” You groaned. You wonder why you continually choose to lie to the person who knows you the best on this earth.

“Fuck you,” you spit out, unable to focus because he’s just tapping your clit and not doing anything.

“Aw, honey, is that any way to speak to your future husband?”

“Shawn, if you don’t do something right now you’re not going to be a husband.” He laughing and smiled while sliding your thong and underwear off in one swift motion.

“What do they say? Happy wife happy life?” he continues giggling to himself. “Yeah, I’m funny.”

“For the love of, God,” you begin to sit up and take your shirt off.

“Leave the sash on.” From giggling to stern, that was your Shawn. As you undressed, he went to work. His fingers were sinfully skillful. His thumb was rubbing slow circles into your clit. You leaned back into the couch cushions, the feeling washing over you.

“Fuck, Shawn, your mouth.”

“So needy, could your little strippers make you feel this good?” Those were the last words he said before attaching his lips to your soon to be swollen bud. The sounds he was making were obscene and bouncing off the walls and amplifying in your ears. He was sucking your clit with the force of a vacuum, and you felt like he was trying to pull the orgasm straight from your core. He was lapping at your folds, it was messy and crude, just how you liked it. He spread your lips and spit directly on your clit.

“Fuck!” you cried out squirming. He drove back in, drawing patterns, letters, music notes. Whatever the fuck he was doing, you just didn’t want it to stop.

“F-fingers,” you moaned out, reaching down to pull on his locks. Without warning, two of his fingers slipped inside of you, searching around and making themselves are home. Your hips were jerking and with one forearm, he held you down and made you take it. His fingers were grazing your gspot, rubbing softly like he was trying to build you up for as long as possible for your release.

“Close?” he said muffled against your core, asking as if he didn’t know your body better than you did.

“Please, Shawn! I’ve been thinking about you all night, please, please just me cum.” You tried to stroke his ego to get him to be nice, but as soon as you said that, he let up and wiped his lips with a dirty grin while you were gasping, trying to catch your breath. “Shawn! What the actual fuck!”

“No way you’re not cumming on me, honey.” He pressed what he thought was going to be a quick kiss to your lips when you pulled him closer by the neck to be fully on top of you. A soft chuckle was let out by Shawn until you glared at him. “Sorry! Sorry!” he said with his hands up, “the sash tickled.”

“My husband’s an idiot.” He smiled wide at that.

“Wondering if you’re going to be able to keep insulting me with my cock stuffed halfway down your throat?” You whined and squeezed your legs together.

“Shawn! He laughed and started stroking himself.

“Fine fine, I’ll stop teasing, but only because I love you.” He leaned over you, tip angry red. He spent a minute raking in your body, wondering how he got to be so damn lucky. He left sloppy kisses starting from your belly button all way down to your clit. “Ok, now I’m actually done teasing.” You opened your mouth to scold him until it turned into a scream.

“Fuck, Shawn!”

“Your wish is my command.” After he bottomed out, he took a second to savor the moment. Your eyes were squeezed shut, a light layer of sweat was covering your chest, and the glittery pink sash, your breasts looked like pillows just waiting for him to suck.

“S-shawn, you can move.” His hips jutted forward, almost as if he were on autopilot. The sound of his hips slapping against you consumed the room.

“God, you feel so good,” he moaned into the air as you clawed at his back, pushing him closer. He was exactly where you wanted him, attacking your favorite spots that he knew like the back of your hand.

“No no no, Shawn, right there!” you whined as he started to slow down.

“Oh, I know.” Even with that purely fucked out look on his face, he still managed to be cocky. He pulled out completely, slapping his tip right against your clit, repeatedly. “Wanna hear you say I’m better than the strippers. You wanted to scream, actually, you might of, it was hard to think with your mind so hazy. All you could think about was the orgasm that was just ripped from you.

‘Shaw-”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, just move!” Now he fucking with you, pushing only the tip in before pulling back out, laughing to himself about how frustrated you were.

“You’re in no position to make demands here, honey,” he reminded. You would truly hate him if you didn’t love him so much.

“Fine! I was thinking about you making me cum all fucking night. No one can fuck me like you so please, please just let me cum.” The desperation in your voice made his dick twitch.

“God, I want that as my ringtone,” he groaned while pushing fully back into you, filling you beyond belief. He was done teasing now, coming to terms with the fact that he couldn’t make you wait any longer because he couldn’t handle much more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he grabbed your right leg and threw it over his shoulder. His other hand snuck around your left to rub you fervently.

“(Y/N),” he commanded in the tone that let you know he wanted your attention. You forced your eyes open to see Shawn staring straight at you. He held eye contact, watching your every move while he felt you flutter around him, letting him know you were close. “Come on, I know you’re close. Let go, baby.” His hips and hand sped up, forcing your orgasm to wash over you.

“F-f-cuk,” you broken cries were swallowed by Shawn’s lips. He snapped up into your forcefully, spilling inside you. You felt ribbons of his cum inside you, intensifying your orgasm. You were grabbing onto the arm of the couch, onto his back, anything to stabilize you, and bring you back down to earth.

“I’ve got you, honey. You’re okay.” You were still breathing hard when Shawn pulled you into his arms, squishing you both onto the couch. He snatched the throw hanging on the edge of the couch and pulled it sloppily over both of your bottom halves.

“I love you, you know that? More than every stripper in the world” He grinned and pulled you impossibly closer. Fuck. He was in love. Your breathing finally evened out as he played with your hair. He looked around the house that became his home because of you. He looked down at your sleeping figure and felt his heart swell. Seeing the glitter sticking to your chest, due to the sweat, he looked down and saw the sash still on you.

“Bach that ass up,” Shawn read and rolled his eyes. “Fucking incredible.”

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1oserjk · 4 years

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— full stop | still good without luck

when life was becoming a bit steadier

+ here is a clearer puzzle piece of oc n jk’s backstory :D

word count: 2.4k

x full stop masterlist | x masterlist

Three years after he finally landed a solid grip on the shop and enough money came in to pay back the bills including the newly bought house and his studio, is when he came barreling in your shared bedroom door with a complicated-looking bouquet in his hand.

Your first instinctive reaction was to recoil and question the cheesy gesture.

“Oh god. What’s this?” You stupidly pointed—poked towards the obvious. They were very living, giving them a long appreciative look knowing in a matter of days they would wither and fall off if you didn’t snip the stems and soak them in water soon enough.

“Flowers, obviously. For you.”

You reluctantly took them into your arms, listening intently to the way the thin plastic rubbed against your bare skin.

You wondered if he would be okay with you picking off the petals of some of the white flowers to set out in the sun for a day, before soaking them in oil to preserve the fragrance.

Stupid crafts like that always made you happy. He knew that.

“It’s a pretty pairing,” you honestly said, staring at the stark contrast between the white and the slightly familiar dirty orange. You think you’ve seen it in one of the pages of your A-Z Of Perennials book your mother gifted you last summer.

“They’re your favorite,” he explained as if it was a fact you never knew about yourself.

You nodded. “They are.”

He took a slight breath in before fully releasing to say, “And this lily is my birth flower.” He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks to stop himself from anxiously fidgeting. You thought it was cute. “I’m personally fond of the meaning of them.”

You smiled. “And what exactly could that meaning be?”

“Please—“ his eyes set out for yours when he finished, “—love me.”

The message you received through each petal achingly clear: that Jeon Jungkook was a man made solely for you and nobody else. Somebody so incredibly needy in only the best ways possible, eager to hand you the world — that was your husband and the father of your child.

“Corny, huh,” he attempted to brush off, but you saw right through his prideful facade, the tint to his cheeks lacking in help for the man standing right in front of you.

Jungkook was always the type to go soft at the romanticization of things, as if you were watching a Studio Ghibli film right at the center of his dark-colored orbs, the projection of the simplicity of all things beautiful. It was a solid contrast to your realist characteristic you held, but being with Jungkook all those years only made it easier to fall back and dream for a bit with him.

You carefully set the flowers down on the dresser beside you to wrap your arms around him, his eyes being the easiest thing to fully immerse yourself into.

“Not at all,” you said, shaking your head, “I think they fit you well.”

He hummed, hands easily finding the curve of your hips and landing them firmly atop the thin layer of your dress. He was automatically up to no good when his lips had quirked to one side and his eyes flashed a gleam for a millisecond. “Being pretty?”

You hit at his arm, leaning your head closer to his until your noses met and intuitively slotted at just the right angle. “No,” you lead, lips brushing at the single syllable, “being needy.”

He scrunched his and pulled away from your lips as a form of punishment. Eyes set on the prize, so driven for the one thing you find yourself craving the past week, standing on the tips of your toes and eagerly reaching for a kiss.

He scoffed quietly, putting up a false front. He gave it to you easily and without even a fight, “I’m the needy one? Look who’s kissing me.”

“Please,” you reasoned and puckered up for another, “This is me showing my appreciation and affection for the flowers. Really, thank you.”

He dug his face into your neck and traced the bare skin of your back with the tip of each of his slender fingers. He said something quietly about liking that particular dress on you, his fingers playing along with the open slit to emphasize his appreciation. You shivered slightly from the contact and leaned most of your weight against him to compensate for your legs suddenly weakening.

“I’m glad you liked them,” he murmured into your skin, leaving goosebumps against the rest. “I thought it would be a nice addition to our date night.”

“Speaking of,” you began to mutter at the reminder, “It’s been so long since we’ve had a decent amount of time alone. I was surprised you were free this weekend.”

“Sorry,” he sheepishly said, “As much as I trust those two back at the shop — I don’t. But, they told me I at least needed a small break and that they would take care of interviewing for our receptionist position over the weekend.”

Your head tilted curiously to ponder, “You’re still looking for someone?”

He solemnly nodded.

“Then I might just quit and apply at yours,” you teasingly smirked, “Sounds kind of fun.”

He groans. “As much as that would go appreciated..” His hands suddenly drift down to roam your ass and hips, giving it a solid pinch to make you yelp out loud. The corner of his lips quirked. “I don’t think your mother will appreciate you wasting a degree like that. And to be honest? I don’t think I’d get much work done if you were working under me either.”

“Why not?” You didn’t exactly have the opportunity to be as creative as he was, to interact with new people, and share art the way he did. You were organized and clean though. “I’ve had to take a leave at work to focus on Yeona while you were kept busy with the shop, I want to get back to working again. Want to spend more time with you..”

He landed a solid kiss on the edge of your temple and sighed. “Baby, I promise that once business gains momentum without me having to be there, I’ll take some more time off. I feel better that you’re with our daughter for now.”

Your mouth formed to a downturn. “What about you? Jungkook, she needs her own father.”

There’s a moment of silence between the both of you, a thousand of unspoken words floated in between. Yours surrounded him with question marks.

“Do you really want to start that tonight?” He asked, tiredness stirring in his eyes.

You blinked in slight pain before erasing it completely away from his view to read it as anything more and mustered a weak smile. Your hands fidgetted but stick to simply smoothing out the lines of his dress coat.

The bite on your tongue is harsh and punishing.

“Okay,” you answered, a mustered smile easily stretched out, “Fine.”

You wondered how much longer you both would suppress the looming subject until the next argument would find its way back into conversation again.

You stepped out of his hold and observed him from a distance. His expression is given with the way he held back the same as you.

You didn’t push it for the sake of that night.

With your back turned, you grabbed for your purse and handed him a smile before offering your hand. “Let’s go before it gets too late.”

You’ve encased his hand into your hold at the beginning of the drive, probably slightly dangerous to do but a foolish and selfish habit you had when it came to him. He doesn’t mind when they folded in between the warmth of your thighs, anyway. His driving skills were well off enough to stay stable and to occasionally run his thumb against your skin whenever he pleased.

Just feeling the span of where your short dress had risen had him stirring in his pants and already questioning, “When was the last time we had sex?”

You didn’t flinch at the abrupt question, humming to think. “Maybe about—a week ago?”

His eyes widened. “Fuck, really?”

You nodded. “Your perception of time has always been fucked..” Sitting up, you pinned him a stare, “Come on, you really don’t remember?”

Mindless sex was one of the many ways he would vow out his apology after all. He spelled out his sorry by drawing out an orgasm after orgasm.

“No, no, I do,” he answered, “I just—didn’t expect it to be that long ago.”

Your mind begged to comment out that it was his fault for always being so damn busy.

“Okay,” he said, arm extended out, having it be enough of your fidgeting and sudden silence, “Come here and hold my hand again.”

It’s his cluelessness to note the way you felt that frustrated you the most — maybe it was just your fault for not properly voicing it out.

“Let’s not think about the last time and look forward to tonight, yeah?” You bit at a remark, reluctantly obliging, only quickly regretting it when his long fingers flexed, unattainable to let go of the raw thoughts that clumped into your head right after. Cheeky bastard. You gripped them tightly to make him hiss out, rubbing the stupid initials of yours on the back of his hand a second later.

He went on with the conversation about some big time client who was willing to spend a fuck ton of money for him to ink his whole entire back. You weren’t too surprised to hear him say that he was informed it would be free game, a general idea and vibe but overall letting Jungkook’s creativity roam free. There was a fond smile stretched upon your lips when he got giddy over it, sprouting out all of the sketch ideas he planned for his work to splay out on the man’s bare skin, eyes twinkling like a fucking kid and it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.

The car turned to an unfamiliar road and it’s only then your eyebrows furrowed. Your mind perked at the fact you’ve been clueless for that long, not even recognizing the route to your unannounced destination. “I don’t even know where we’re going.”

He turned the wheel again. “Somewhere nicer.” That was the theme for that night, nicer—better—greater than usual.

You eagerly started to look around, like the GPS in front of you didn’t indicate you would be there in the next ten minutes. “Where? What’s the name of the place?”

He chuckled. “Sit back and wait for it, alright? I promise you’ll like it.”

Of course, you took his word for it.

The tower sat at a painstakingly high height.

“Jungkook,” you deadpanned, “What are we doing here?”

He smiled widely. “Do you remember this place?”

The breeze blew through you and you could only hug yourself tighter with a meager nod. “You took me here for my birthday that one year?”

He nodded, hands in his pockets. “And I only had enough money to pay for the admission fee and nothing else. Not even enough to get a decent souvenir from the gift shop.”

“Hey, no,” you denied with a pout, clearly offended, “You got me a small magnet that’s still hanging on top of our fridge. It’s cute and I love it.”

His tongue ticked against the roof of his mouth and he reluctantly agreed. “Alright, fine. But—”

You gaped at the tower, mindlessly sputtering when you realize, “Is this where we’re having dinner?”

Finally, he confirmed with a solid nod and a sheepish smile. “We have a reservation.”

Blinking, you repeated, “Reservation? Why would we even need one—”

His arm suddenly swooped down and curled your body next to his as soon as you began walking up the intimidating structure. “Because I have the money to do so now, can’t you see? I can finally spoil the fuck out of my wife the way I’ve been wanting to this whole time.” Nicer—better—greater than usual

“Gguk—”

“I know that it might be a few years too late to make up for it, but I want you to realize how much I love you,” he said sincerely. “That I’m doing all of this for reason.”

You tugged his hand and called for him again.

Ignoring your pleas, he continued, “I’m shitty for not doing this sooner, and I know some nights get lonely without me, but I want to pay you back with everything I can possibly afford — I’m working hard. For you. For Yeona. Only for the both of you.”

Impulsively, your heel stomped against the pavement until his attention finally shifted towards you. The action immediately turned regrettable when the impact vibrated and bounced off of your ankle. You winced.

“Jungkook,” you pathetically mumbled, reaching out towards him.

Mid-talk, and it was your eyes that glossed over to throw him off, putting him on high alert. He had no choice but to stare down nervously at you with a bitten lip.

You exhaled slowly and eventually circled your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You were still just outside of the front doors to climb in a beautifully long elevator ride, the gift shop beside the admission booths light blinking brightly to let visitors know it was wide open for them to waste money on overpriced, useless trinkets and tiny magnets.

Your fingers softly pulled at the hairs of his nape, urging him to give you a kiss right then and there. “I appreciate and love everything you’ve bought and done for me tonight.” Just for even allowing some time for the both of you that weekend — it was way more than enough. Your fingers softly ran over the edge of his jaw and went a bit further up to cup his cheek. His hands slid up to your wrist in return and squeezed, angling his head to put a few kisses on the center of your palm. “But you know I love you regardless, right? I don’t need you to pay back my love I’ll always have for you. Always, Gguk. We maintained a shitty apartment together for so many years, still got married when the circumstances weren’t always the nicest, and continue to raise a beautiful little girl together. Nothing changes when I’m with you.”

He eagerly bent down to encase your lips with his own. “I love you,” he said with utter sincerity, his silent ode to you he would carry along for the rest of his life hung somewhere within the tone of it. Always.

#mine #full stop #jungkook

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Pine’s Football Jocks (Rewritten!) - Ch. 6

Our team won! I saw it all, I’ve never been really interested in football but it felt kind of amazing this time!

I was mostly focusing on Mike, to check out how he played. And if the practice I saw a few weeks ago worked as a comparison, the ‘get very focused’ order did a little bit of help. He seemed pretty excited once the time was over. I couldn’t stick around much there, though. I had to go to the locker room.

This part is kind of decisive. Coach Mark is going to make the whole team go to the locker room for a little pep talk. But in reality, I’m going to be here and try to enslave them all in one go, just like I did an hour ago with the rival team.

The rival team would be here in any second now, so I had to be quick.

Slowly, the local team started entering the locker room, and I was behind some of the middle lockers, to avoid being seen so easily.

After they were all in, the coach came in and stood by the exit. I came out of my hideout, trying to avoid freaking out. I did it great last time, now it had to be the same, right?

I mean, I already caught what seemed to be the hardest fish of the tank. The rest were mostly easy-going, I think.

“Very great work, guys. As a little reward, I asked a special guest of ours to come and say a few words. You may start now, kiddo.” The coach started, and all the faces turned to me. I looked at Mike on the back, and he seemed to be the most confused of them all. My three current slaves: Garrett, Brent and Mark, all seemed to have small smiles, like they knew what was coming.

“So… I think you guys know me already. Pine here, and…” I really didn’t want to enslave Mike. Should I tell him to ignore me until I leave?

That would be weird. Guess I can take him and have him, I dunno, play around the coach’s house. “Ehem, this may sound weird, but here it goes… You all want to do everything I tell you to do. That is because you realize I’m your master, and you have to do everything your master tells you to do”

‘Damn, I’m a kinky weirdo’ came to mind, as I watched the fruit of my work. Slowly, all the jocks in the room (Including my best friend) showed dumb smiles and glassy eyes.

“Yeees, master Pine…” They answered, like mindless drones. It felt good, like I finally achieved something really great. I mean, yeah! The whole team seemed to be under my control! That was big, right?

At that moment, Mark seemed to notice something and turned around. The other coach was behind him! The man, a guy around his late thirties, I would say around Mark’s size, but my guy is pretty much bigger. He still seemed fit though, wearing a simple t-shirt and some jeans, a cap on his head and a whistle around his neck.

“Yo, man. My guys wanted to pass by and congratulate your team on the victory.” Then he noticed me, still on top of the bench. “You guys were in the middle of something? We can leave and come back in a few minutes… We got a lot of time, honestly.”

“Actually, you should stay. Our guy here was giving out an amazing speech, you should stay and listen” Coach Mark pulled him in and made him face me, trying to seem as unsuspicious as possible.

“You’re the coach, right? May I ask your name?” I asked, as the last members from the rival team entered the room. They seemed to know what was going on too, and the little smiles returned to their faces too.

“Uh… Darren. Why do you ask?” The man asked, really confused at what the hell was going on.

“Well, Darren. You just gotta catch up with the rest, okay? Everyone around you just wants to give up control for tonight, and you really want to do the same. You really want to do what I tell you, isn’t that right?” I tried to ease him up for a bit. I mean, I already had all the pieces of the game in place, and he was just the only one left!

“Whut…? Uh…” Was the only answer I received from Darren. His eyes were glassy already, but he just didn’t answer. May be a good time to push my orders even further, I thought.

“Don’t worry, coach. Your team is quite happy tonight, my team is quite happy tonight. They just want to celebrate today’s game like good obedient boys for me. And you want to be a good obedient boy too, okay?”

A slow nod, as his mouth twisted into a dumb little smile.

“And for that, you have to realize that I am your master, and you are my good obedient slave. Isn’t that right, coach?” Honestly, I loved this. The sensation of being in control, of ‘nothing can possibly go wrong, I’m leading this!’ is addictive.

“Yeah, master… That’s right…” He sighed, like he felt pleasure by just letting those words out. And thus, my plan was almost complete.

I patted his head, like he was a dog. “Very good boy! And for the next part…” I walked back to the bench and stepped up.

“Okay! So… First things first, lift your hands up if you have to return home after the game. We’re going to throw a little party and it may take a good while…” No hands went up, surprisingly. That was better, it meant I could have the 24 guys at the last phase! “Awesome! Let’s head to the school guys these guys came on, shall we?”

A loud “Yeah, master!” resonated through the locker room, and the rival team left first.

There was actually a small plan to avoid drawing suspicion. First, the new guys would have to go to the bus, me going with them. And as soon as they were all in, the coach included…

I climbed the stairs and looked at the bus driver. “Hey there! My name’s Pine.” He looked at me from the corner of his eyes, while he read a book in silence. I would think that was rude, but the guy just wanted to read. It was understandable.

“Not going to bother you for a long bit, I just need you to zone out for now and do exactly as I tell you to do…”

After that, I ordered him to draw a few streets away, where the local football team would be waiting.

Some of the guys would have to stay standing, because there weren’t that many seats. But after a few minutes, the bus was filled and we settled our way to coach Mark’s house.

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I was excited. We arrived finally, and the jocks were already marching in towards the backyard. I still needed some time to get ready, but everything would come perfectly in time. My plan was going great!

I headed inside the house, Garrett following me closely. It was nice to have a sidekick when it comes to carrying out a plan and all, someone to talk to about all that’s going on.

“What’cha got in there?” Gary asked, after I took my bag off and started taking off stuff. A school tank top, the coach’s championship rings, sunglasses and the necklace I took from him.

“I was thinking I should wear the part; you know? Just hoping I don’t look ridiculous…” I mumbled, as I took my tee off and put on the tank top. It looked awful on me, no muscles to display nor anything. ‘Whatever,’ I thought ‘I’ll just roll with it’.

After dressing up like a mini-coach Mark, I went outside to the backyard and nervously walked up the deck. Making sure I could see everyone, I clapped my hands and the enslaved jocks turned to me.

“Alright, guys!” I started, trying to think ahead of something to say and reduce the ‘uh… ah…’ to the bare minimum, which was none. “You know who I am?”

“Master Pine!” They droned, sounding quite proud.

“Good boys! I want you to listen very carefully now. You will start recognizing me as your coach, besides being your master. As your coach, obeying and making me happy is one of your top priorities as my good slaves!” I stated, hoping that it would stick in their heads and that they wouldn’t start resisting now. Something can always go wrong, you know?

“You are all my loyal football players. Always ready to obey what I, your coach, orders you.”

“Yeah, master! Huzzah!” Huh, I like that little celebration. They were getting all excited, apparently!

“Great work! For the next part, I want you to strip while you listen to my words. You can get started now.” I resumed my speech, as I watched the twenty-two football players, and the two coaches, getting naked at my command. “A little rule though. You won’t tell anyone about this. Under any circumstance, you CAN’T talk about me being your master or coach and you being my obedient jocks. Is that clear?”

“Yeah, master coach!” They shouted back, their clothes already at the floor. It was amazing how in shape these guys were! Is football really that good? I don’t think so, they may hit the gym frequently or something like that because dear lord.

“Now guys, you can feel yourselves getting really horny. Just pair up in groups or couples and have fun! You won’t mind at all that you’re doing it with other guys, it’s just as good as doing it with a girl. Isn’t that right?” This is it. All the jocks were under my complete control, and they were walking around, pairing up to form a good orgy.

I managed to see the blond guy pulling this other teammate of his into a nice make out session, but they were quickly lost into the small crowd of guys trying to get in the action.

I was ultimately really proud. I had achieved it. Finally! Not only I had one, but two football teams under my control and they were all about to have a big nice orgy. I was so excited; I couldn’t think of where to start.

Should I search for a group of hot guys and honor them with their master’s attention? That sounded weird. I’ll delete it later.

So many options, twenty-four to be exact, and I couldn’t decide!

“Hey, master!” I heard a familiar voice over all the noise around me. Gary, in his naked glory, walked up to me. “Great job with the party! Lots of people here, though. Mind if we go somewhere more… special?” He winked at me, and I kind of didn’t want to seem like he had some kind of favoritism with me. But hey, I kinda appreciated being asked out. Saved me from having to search for a group myself.

It could also mean the jocks would probably freak out a bit if I disappeared out of nowhere and didn’t give them instructions of how to continue, so better not be gone for long.

I noticed Mike was looking around without a group, also naked, and I found myself taking a bit to examine him. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t because he’s my friend. But… a little peek wouldn’t hurt.

“Mikey! Come here!” I called him, and he seemed startled to hear my voice. When he located me around the small groups, he jogged over to me and I must admit that his cock going ‘boing boing boing’ didn’t help with my ‘look away’ approach.

“Yo, master! Wanna make a group? My teammates seem to have one already and I’m afraid that the new guys may be mad after we kicked their butts” He chuckled at his little joke, and Gary behind me offered him a high five. The jocks slapped their hands, as I tried to think about something.

I didn’t want to have sex with Mike. I used to take baths with him as kids, it would be weird if now we started doing other stuff naked.

So, maybe I could put him in for a treat. I know he’s not gay, but I knew he would like this. “Go get the coaches and come back here. We’ll wait for you.” I ordered my childhood friend, and he gave me an exaggerated nod before jogging away.

Gary went behind me and started kissing my neck, which felt pretty awesome. I was the only one wearing clothes at the time, having the whole coach attire and all. It felt good, honestly. Made me feel powerful or fitting for the role of ‘coach master’.

Mikey returned, with coaches Mark and Darren behind him. I had almost forgotten how nice Mark’s naked body is and the reminder was greatly appreciated. After that, I told the four guys behind me to follow me and we made our way to the master bedroom.

Jumping on one side of the bed, Gary followed me and sat right beside me.

Mike and the coaches on the other hand, decided to stay by the bed and wait for more orders, apparently.

“Mikey, the coaches are yours. Feel free to do whatever you’d like with them. They’re yours to command and enjoy, got it?” Yuuuup. I wanted to make things right with him. I knew he wasn’t actually in his best mind right now, being my ‘slave’ and all, but I’m sure he would still enjoy this. I’ll see what I do with Mike later on.

“Yeah, master! Thanks a lot!” The big guy mumbled, and hugged the coaches beside him. The pair just had dumb small grins on their faces, as Mike led them to the other side of the bed I was laying on.

I looked at Gary, and patted the spot beside me on the bed, motioning him to lay down too. He did as I asked, and soon we were just five guys on the same bed. And I kind of wanted to die because four of them were huge and were about to crush me.

I got on top of Garrett, using his body as a mattress to leave more space for the other three guys. “You really got into this plan, huh?” He asked, a little smile on his face.

“Hey, it all worked out in the end and I’m quite pleased now. I think it’s safe to say that my plan is over” I hugged the muscular jock beneath me and he hugged me back, before pulling me in for a nice kiss.

Just like the guys beside us were doing. Mike made the coaches make out beside his cock, so they were in-between blowing him off or making out. It was actually quite pleasing to see.

I looked at Gary, before turning around and positioning myself to face his cock. “Sixty-nine with a guy? New stuff for me, bro. Sorry if I’m bad at it.” The jock said, before taking my cock in his mouth.

I did the same, and started sucking with a slow rhythm. Gary, on the other hand, started picking up the pace quite fast, while he wiggled his tongue around my head at any chance he would get.

It felt really good, not going to lie…

We kept going at it for a good while, not paying attention to the threesome right beside us. A few moments passed, before I let go of Gary’s cock and ordered him to get up from the bed.

He did so without a second thought, and I took the chance to lay down again, my ass in full display.

Nicely enough, Garrett knew exactly what I wanted to do and he climbed the bed again to lube me up with his saliva.

This was going to be quite awesome, I could tell.

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After the sex was over, Gary and I just laid down for a while. Mike and the coaches seemed to last a bit longer, and I felt like telling them to move to another room for the time, but I could handle them having fun.

It had been an hour or so since the jock party started, so better try and finish it off so everyone returns to their proper home.

I got up from the bed, passing over Gary as the jock just stared at me, and started getting dressed up again. “C’mon guys, we gotta get going” I said, before leaving the room.

Heading out for the backyard, I noticed some of the guys were still going, while others just sat down and remained either making out or feeling their fellow jock’s muscular bodies. Their cocks seemed soft, so I guessed they may have cummed.

I guess that ‘Don’t cum until I say so’ order is actually really useful. I’ll have to implement it more for future parties, if I ever repeat this.

“Okay, guys! I want you to listen to me very closely…” I was ready to call this a night. I just had to go over the orders I gave them before to make sure they all got them right (You never know with twenty-four people, and I didn’t want to make any mistakes).

After that was done, we could all go home.

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[Epilogue]

It’s been a week or so since I finished my little rampage, and my life was nice.

I grabbed Mike’s arm, as we wandered around the school. I was trying to look for a private place, and he was just sticking along. “Where are we going, master?” He asked. I noticed the corridors were empty, so that must be why he referred to me like that.

I should take note of that, corridors get empty during lunch time, apparently. Not sure why would that be useful, but hey, maybe someday I want to summon all my obedient guys and it would be weird if they marched out of a class or something like that. (Not that I would do that, classes are important!)

First place that came to view: The janitor’s closet. I knocked on the door, no answer. ‘Nice’ I thought, as I pushed Mike inside and closed the door behind me.

“So… How are you doing today?” I asked him, trying to make room for myself, but the big guy occupied most of the available space. ‘Darn, these closets are small’.

“Oh, doing great, master!” The jock answered, cheerfully. In reality, he seemed to be the same old Mike he was before the outing, just a bit more open to do what I say and referring to me as ‘Master’ when alone, rather than ‘Piney’.

And the truth is, I didn’t want him as my slave. He’s nice and handsome, don’t get me wrong. But I already had a… it wasn’t really a revenge if it happened accidentally, right? Whatever, he got some consequences, and it almost went too far for him, and I’d like to keep him out of all of this.

He’s my best friend, after all. Even after being mad at him for a good while, I still feel like he’s the guy I want to have around for a good laugh and play videogames together until bedtime.

That, and I feel like having every guy in my life agreeing to whatever I say is going to drive me crazy. I can be throwing incorrect statements or fake information that these guys will just believe it and repeat it around like parrots. It’s awful.

One thing I managed to notice is that the guys I turn into my ‘slaves’ kind of become sociopathic when it comes to carrying out my orders, and that’s awful. I have to be really careful because I don’t want to make anyone do something they may regret. They just don’t care about the consequences; they want to get it done for their Master.

And I’d like my best friend to retain his normal self. I thought about this already, and I was sure about what I wanted. And I wanted Mike to be back to normal, no toying with his mind after this point.

“Well, you know how I had the whole team… both football teams, ‘realize’ that I’m their master and that they have to obey me?” I asked.

“Yeah, master! That was awesome! Really don’t know how I didn’t notice-“

“Okay, but in reality you weren’t supposed to realize anything,” I interrupted him, not really wanting to hear the usual worship scene. “because I’m not your master and you don’t really have to obey me. In fact, you realize that any order I gave you that night wasn’t actually an order, more like… nothing at all. It was supposed to be for the other guys.”

Mike’s eyes were glassy, and the smile he had on his face slowly vanished until his face was blankly staring at me. I was kind of erasing his whole ‘mind goal’ or whatever gets in their heads when I enslave these guys, so I gave him some time before actually speaking up again.

“So, you’re not really my slave and don’t have to call me master, nor do anything that I tell you to do unless you really want to do it.” I didn’t know if it was working, but his face seemed zonked out, so it had to be working. Just had to wait and see the results.

It took him a while. Like, around 5 minutes. Maybe it had been a bit less, but it seemed like forever for the big guy to become ‘alive’ again.

“I mean, I know you’re not my master, bro. That would be weird” He laughed. Then he looked around, probably noticing we are in a small space and he’s taking up almost the whole thing for himself. “Actually, I don’t even get why… a few nights ago… Oh god…” Mike started to mumble, his face going from really confused to almost terrified.

“Uh, I kind of wanted to tell you something else, actually…” I tried to make a direct move, the sooner I’d say it, the sooner it would all be over. And I hoped Mikey wouldn’t take it too bad, but that was probably impossible. “I may or may not have mind control powers… And I may have used them on the football team, you included…”

I looked at my shoes, as confused Mikey slowly shifted his gaze at me. I looked up at him again, and to my surprise, he didn’t look terrified anymore. In fact, he didn’t even look confused, but totally excited.

“YOU HAVE WHAT?!” He asked, raising his voice maybe a bit too much.

“Keep your voice down!” I whispered, tapping his arm.

“Sorry! But you have like… Real mind control powers? You’re not messing with me?” I was pretty surprised myself as he kept asking. He didn’t seem mad at all, nor scared. He seemed quite excited that I had told him about it. And Mikey isn’t a dumb guy, he would have called me out on my shit if he thought I was fooling him.

“Noooope. We can go outside and try them out, if you’d like? But wait, no. Someone may see us and it was already hard enough to wait for this conveniently neat situation to happen so I could get the football team under and the coach. Let’s better not.” I explained, hoping that he would still believe me after that excuse.

Mike shrugged. “Okay, you don’t have to prove it. I believe you, bro. Would love to see it someday, though!”

“Wait, you really do? Like, without any proof or so?”

“It actually answers a few questions I had, like why Garrett started being so nice to you all of a sudden, and how he started ordering the team to stop picking on you. Saw what you want, but I don’t think someone would do that for their tutor” He seemed quite proud of his realization, and I was happy for him.

“Did I really do… it… with the coach and so?” He seemed a bit embarrassed, like he really wasn’t supposed to talk about it or he didn’t want to remember it entirely.

“Yeah, you did. But I left you in charge of the pair, so you were the one in control of that whole thing, if that brings you some relief.”

“I mean… I can’t really get mad at you for that, since I’m the one who started this mess anyway…” He sighed “So, if I get this right… Not only one but two football teams, plus their coaches, are under your control and think you are their ‘master’?”

“Yuuup, that’s a nice way to summarize it all. I don’t know what I’m going to do with them, but I had a lot of fun after the game.” I tried to sound a bit smug and all, but it sounded pretty weird and Mike snorted at me.

“Okay, I’ve got the whole thing now, I think. We should head out before the janitor tries to enter this place.” I nodded to his request, and we left the janitor’s closet as discreetly as possible. Because two male best friends leaving a small closet together leaves a bad image, I think. “Can’t believe you made me do gay stuff. Gotta admit though, I remember it like an awesome time.”

Luckily, nobody was really near us to hear him talk. I couldn’t help but laugh though. “You really seemed to enjoy having coach Mark not yelling and being all lovey-dovey there. Want me to set up a playdate with him?” I mocked him, poking him in the ribs as the big guy smiled.

“Oh yeah, I could even invite him to prom afterwards! Wouldn’t be weird at all!” And now I had an image in my mind of the coach’s muscular body in a tuxedo, slow dancing with my best friend in the middle of the gym. This conversation just kept getting better and better!

“Actually, you reminded me!” Mikey started. His voice seemed to get deeper, like he was trying to make an impression. “About prom…” But he got cut off by a loud ‘Piney!’ over the corridor.

We turned around, and noticed Gary was jogging over to us, coming from the cafeteria. “What’s up?” I asked him once he arrived. He didn’t seem tired, but his cheeks seemed a bit red. I don’t know if it was from the jog or he was nervous.

“Nothing, just wanted to check in how my favorite nerd was doing, and… Uh, hey bro.” Garrett greeted Mikey, before shifting his gaze back to me quickly.

“Sup, bro?” Mike greeted him, but he didn’t seem too fond of Gary’s sudden appearance. Or Gary’s existence at all. I guess now that Mike isn’t dumbed down nor enslaved with the rest of the team, he doesn’t have to like Gary anymore, which is fine by me. Big guy can have his own opinions, he’s a free man again.

“Wanted to ask, do you have a prom date?” His cheeks turned a bit redder as he asked that, and I could feel my own face blushing at the sudden question.

“Not really? I wasn’t thinking about going, to be honest…”

“You should go! Maybe I could be your date, if you don’t have one already!” Garrett’s tone was commanding, but it kind of sounded like a plea. One thing’s for certain, Mike seemed weirded out of how my former bully was acting.

“You really got to him, huh?” He mocked me, before patting my shoulder a few times. “Gonna… give you guys some space… Hey, Esther!” Aaaand, he was gone. Mike headed towards one of the school’s cheerleaders, Esther. But as curious as I was about them, my attention went back to Gary.

“So… What do you say?” The jock was clearly excited, and I honestly didn’t know what to answer.

“Well… All right, I think. Gonna have to look for my suit and check if it still fits, but other than that I think there’s nothing holding me back.”

“Don’t worry about that, I can lend you one of mine. Actually no, I’ll get you a new suit. You’re a Small size, right? Anything for my date, bro. Gonna get you some flowers, too. Or do you prefer chocolates?”

Not going to lie, he was kind of cloying me. I found it really cute, but maybe a little too cute. I preferred this way over the old awful Garrett though, so I preferred to not change anything in his mind.

Everything seemed to be getting better and better, right?

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It was already the big night. And I was dying.

Not literally, of course. But as I buttoned up the white shirt, I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down.

I looked at myself in the mirror, not entirely believing what was going on right now. Or more exactly, what was going to happen.

It’s been some really fun months, after the bullying part was over of course, and school was almost over. Yaaaay.

I finished buttoning up my shirt and grabbed the bowtie. I saw the same tutorial a hundred times on how to tie this thing and now it was time to put my skills to test!

Honestly going to college sounds both like a blessing and a nightmare. Because I like studying, but new places terrify me. At least now I have my mind control powers, right?

Luckily, those haven’t faded away with the months nor the use, so I’m mostly certain that they’ve come to stay, and I’m happy to think that.

“Pine! Your friend is here!” Mom called me from the front door. I figured I should speed up a little bit.

I grabbed the blue suit jacket and put it on, buttoning up a few of the lower buttons. After that, I was ready.

In the mirror, a nerdy looking guy with brown hair and glasses looked back at me. I looked good! I kind of felt bad, because Gary bought me this suit out of nowhere.

I mean, it’s nice, but I may have looked it up and the thing is really expensive. When I asked him about it, his answer was ‘Don’t worry, bro. Money’s not a problem when it comes to my master’, which wasn’t really what I was going for, but decided to drop the subject. I knew Gary’s family was loaded anyway.

I debated if I should tidy up my hair a bit, but only passed a hand through it and walked out of the bathroom. I was ready!

Walking to the front door, Garrett was already waiting for me. He was grabbing his forearm, looking a bit nervous. The bigger guy was wearing a similar suit to mine, but he was all black and had a tie instead of a bowtie. He knew how to wear it too, because suddenly I felt like I wasn’t as ready as I could have been.

“Hey,” He greeted me, as I stopped in front of him. “You look… really amazing.” I couldn’t help but blush, and I really hoped my parents didn’t hear that.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, looking up at him. Gary was smiling. Am I really going to have Garrett Basch as my date? I remember hating him a few months ago, not going to lie. Still a vivid memory. “You look… awesome, too.” I didn’t put much effort in the compliment.

Gary chuckled at my vague answer. “Thanks, bro. Wanna get going? I’d like to be fashionably late.”

Before we could leave though, mom prepared a whole photo session for Gary and I. Luckily, not literally, and after a while of her snapping pics of us smiling at the camera (I swear my face hurts now.) and Gary placing his arm around me, we finally managed to leave the house.

My jockboy drove us to school, and we just… entered together. It was a lot less dramatic than I expected. And that was perfect.

Honestly, I didn’t want to dance. Like, I didn’t want to say no to Gary because being able to go to prom was already out of my plans, but going to prom and having a very hot date would be a nice way of closing my time at this school? I don’t even know what I was thinking.

At one point, after I single handedly attacked the snack table, Garrett snuck up on me and kissed my cheek. “Wanna dance, my date?” He whispered. I felt like it was sort of an obligation, part of the ‘Go to prom together’ deal, even though I’m the one who gives the orders and he wouldn’t be mad if I told him no.

But yeah, better try and enjoy things for a while.

I saw what his deal was, actually. The music just went from loud rock to a way slower song. And it kind of felt good, because now I knew no-one would run over me while dancing or something.

As we swayed along with the music, his hands on my hips while mine were draped on his shoulders, I figured I could do some small chitchat, to lighten the mood a bit.

“So… How’s your night going?” I asked him, like we were in the corridor any other Friday.

“Amazing so far, and growing more amazing now that we’re together” He smiled at me, it was a weird cocky smile, but at the same time he was clearly nervous. “Thanks for coming as my date, bro.”

“No problem at all, wasn’t really going to come but I’m having fun. I think.” And then we were in silence again.

I opened my mouth, but closed it again. I had a question on the tip of my tongue, but couldn’t choose if it was good or bad to ask. After a bit of reformulation, I threw him a “Question. Are you doing all of this because I enslaved you or what? Like, I don’t remember telling you to be nicer, and yet here you are being an amazing date”

I felt like I was a bit blunt, and Gary bit his lip for a bit as he looked around. “I was an awful person before, Pine. Everything just seems so easier after you got to me. I like this new me, and people like me more, too!” He answered, excitedly.

I nodded. “Glad I could help.” It may have sounded like I didn’t care, but I was really glad. Not only did I get him off my back, but I potentially saved more people from the ‘king of the corridors’? Hell, give me a prize.

“I’m glad you could help too.” He pulled me in for a hug, as we continued to dance. Garrett whispered in my ear “I like you, Pine. Thanks again, for everything.”

I smiled, and rested my head on his shoulder. “You’re welcome, jockboy.”

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Present Pine’s POV

So, I fell asleep after the story ended. Mike apparently was giving me his impressions when suddenly I started snoring, and he woke me up asap to get ready.

He was really, really excited to get the cast off his arm. If everything went right, he would be able to play football in a few weeks and then it would be all back to normal.

Nothing really interesting happened at the hospital. Mike got his cast off, and got told that he should wait a bit more before putting real effort into his arm. But that for now, he could participate in the less-effort practices (Like cardio and so).

It wasn’t a perfect plan for now, but at least he could now move his arm freely again. That was nice!

“Sorry for falling asleep, but I wanted to ask. How was the story? Was the ending good?” I ask the big guy, as we walk back to our place.

Coach Mark should still be up there and I wanted to ask him to prepare dinner. I was hungry!

“Yeah! Really liked it! You were really that nervous before?” Mikey answered, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer.

I shrugged. “I still am, but I manage that a bit better, I guess.” Honestly, I didn’t feel as nervous as once I started with my mind control powers, but it was still a bit weird when I had to use them and so.

Probably still not entirely used to the idea that people will just do whatever I tell them if I want to, but not really a big deal. I mean, I’m having a perfect time lately, checking on everything I achieved with my powers.

“Well, I still think that was a neat story, and I’m glad I could hear the whole version! Should I now start thinking of my boyfriend as a superhero with your own origin story and all, bruh?” He mocked me, tickling me a bit while still holding me close to make sure I wouldn’t escape.

“Nah, if I have to take in another thing to do, I’ll explode. Let’s leave the superhero thing for after I’m done with either college or the club.”

Mike shot a confused look at me. “Wait, you really wanna become a-“

“No, Mikey. I’m not going to become a superhero. If anything, a villain would sound funny with the whole mind control thing going on. Hehe.” It seemed like a dumb conversation to have. Obviously it was just imagination talk, but it gave me a throwback to those nice nights sleeping in my or Mike’s room, where we stayed late at night and just played games or talked about stuff like this.

‘Which power would you have if you were a superhero?’ was one of my favorite questions in the world.

“So... Speaking about villain stuff…” I started, breaking the small silence time we had going on.

“Huh?”

But I wasn’t going to wait for Mike’s question. “Took care of you for a few months. Now it’s payback time, big guy.” Were my last words before I flipped Mike’s mind switch.

I could feel how his thoughts drifted away as his eyes became glassy, a dreamy smile forming on his face as his mind became empty. Like a puppet, I could send him commands as if he were a videogame character.

‘Walk along with me while we head home’ Was the first command I had to send him to ensure he wouldn’t suddenly stop and look dumb in the middle of the sidewalk.

I would make him carry me for the rest of the way, and I was really tempted to do that. But he couldn’t do much effort on his arm, so better not push it. Just a few more weeks though, and the big guy would be at full power again.

For now, he had two hands available again…

We stopped in front of the building we lived at. I faced him, as he stood there, smiling like a dummy.

I tiptoed and leaned in for a kiss, while sending him another command. ‘Kiss me back’. Had to do it, he won’t even do simple actions if I don’t tell him to.

We engaged in a nice make out session, and he was as good as always (Even if a bit slow due to the trance). I really enjoyed this, and being outdoors actually gave it a bit more of hotness to the situation.

Once I pulled back, I mumbled a quick “Love you, Mikey”.

“Love you too, master…” I made him answer, but in some way it also felt quite honest.

Something was clear as we walked in, we would have a looooot of fun once we got back to our room, and Mikey would put his freed hand at use, to celebrate.

This was going to be an amazing night. I could maybe have him wear his football armor, so he can start getting used to that again!

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Author note:

Last chapter’s here!

Thank you all so much for reading this rewritten version, and I hope you enjoyed it very much.

I really didn’t know if I should have done it because who would like to read an old story with a few scenes added up? But I got really nice feedback and I’m glad you liked Pine’s new original story. I have a soft spot for this cast of characters <3

My next story is about superheroes. Or rather, supervillains...

Chapter 1 should go up during next week, but if you feel like it, consider supporting me on Patreon! You’ll get access to the published chapters earlier, before they go public in other platforms.

Again, thanks so much for reading, and I hope you catch your interest with some other work of mine again :3.

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The golden couple

Just a soft drabble about y/n and Junwoo being cute together

As you open the door to your apartment you hear the faint sound of the tv coming from the living room and smile. Jungwoo is here and waiting up for you. It was girl’s night for you and Jungwoo and the guys were having a guy’s night. You had told him that if he wanted to just stay at the dorms instead of coming back to your place you understood. You would be out late and didn’t want him to feel like he had to wait around at your place for you to return. He had told you that he would hang out with the guys for a bit but, that he would be at your place when you returned. You again told him it was fine if he wasn’t but were secretly glad that he was here. You liked having him all to yourself and knowing that he wanted to end his day with you.

Making your way into the living room you find Jungwoo spread out across your couch, one arm behind his head the other holding the remote over his stomach. He tilts his head towards you and give you a smile as you head straight for him and lay yourself across him. Jungwoo wraps an arm around you and kisses the top of your head before returning his attention to the tv. His hand starts to trace patterns on your back, and you start to slowly unwind.

“How was your girls’ night?” He asks as he continue to watch his show.

“Fun, everyone says hi and Taeil’s girlfriend wants to know when we can all go out together on a double date,” you tell him.

“Whenever you want to go, we can go out with them.” Jungwoo promises.

The two of you fall silent again as you both watch the tv without really paying attention to what is on. It’s moment like this that you love with Jungwoo. He doesn’t make you feel like you need to fill the silence or that you need to be having this deep meaningful conversation to be connected to one another. You are both fine with just being in each other’s presence. And Jungwoo for his part seems to be the most content when you’re giving him physical contact. It was something that at the start of your relationship that seemed weird to you. Him always wanting to hold your hand. Touch your hip, give you a kiss on the cheek. He was always seeking some form of a physical connection with you. Now, you got it and loved it. It was Jungwoo’s way showing that he cared and how he expressed himself.

“The guys were talking about you tonight,” Jungwoo suddenly tells you, your head shoots up and you widen your eyes at him. “Don’t worry it wasn’t anything bad. They were just talking about how much they like you and how they think that we are good together.”

“Oh,” you relax at that and slump back down onto Jungwoo. “that’s good cause I like them too and of course we are good together. We are what people call the golden couple.”

Jungwoo laughs at that. You smile as his laughter causes your head to bob up and down on his chest. When his laughter finally settles, he gives you a squeeze before rolling the two of you so you are face to face on the couch. You tangle your legs together before nuzzling Jungwoo’s neck.

“I don’t know if we are the golden couple. We might be beat by some of the other guys and their partners.” You scoff at that. There is no way any of the guys and their partners are better then you two.

“Like who? Name one couple that is cuter, funnier, prettier, and betterer than us.”

“I don’t think betterer is a word,” Jungwoo informs you. You ignore him and continue to press on.

“Seriously tell me which couple would be the golden couple if it’s not us. Johnny and his girlfriend? No way if we give them that title Johnny’s head will get so big that it will explode, and we’ll have his gross brain matter all over the walls. And Taeyong and his partner nope don’t think so. They can have cutest couple cause let’s be honest they are adorable, but they are not golden. Taeil and his girlfriend? Again, no they can have best get together story. But you and I we get golden couple.”

“Alright tiger calm down. We can be the golden couple,” Jungwoo laughs, “I didn’t realize that you were so concerned with what title we would be given as a couple. If you want, we can hold a vote the next time see everyone to make it official.

You know that Jungwoo is teasing you but a part of you kind of want to hold a vote to see what type of title everyone would give the couples. You also figure it would be fun to watch everyone vote against Johnny and refuse to give him the golden couple title, just because they all know that he would want it.

“Jungwoo you have to believe it too! I can’t be the only one in the relationship who thinks we’re the golden couple you have to believe it!” You stress.

“How about I believe that we are right for one another and that’s what makes us golden?”

“Fine,” you grumble as you lay back down into the couch and cuddle into Jungwoo. Jungwoo goes back to drawing mindless patterns on your back and the two of you fall silent once again.

“Jungwoo,” you call to him, he gives you a hum in response. “I agree with you I think that we’re right for one another too. Even if at first I thought you were interested in my friend instead of me.”

“For the life I me I will never understand how you thought me spending my whole evening talking to you and flirting with you, made you think that I wanted your friend.”

It was true when you and Jungwoo had met for the first time at a club you had spent the night with Jungwoo by your side. You had found him attractive right away and the more you had talked to him the more you liked him. But back then you didn’t have much confidence in yourself and you couldn’t believe that someone like Jungwoo would want to date someone like you. Looking back at it now you had to laugh because Jungwoo was being very obvious that night how he felt about you and you didn’t take notice of any of the clues he was giving you.

“We all have our moments of stupidity.” You chuckle and Jungwoo joins you.

“You weren’t stupid Y/n. You just didn’t realize how wonderful you were back then and how easy it was and is for someone to fall for you. You know it now though so it’s all good.”

“Thanks to you,” you tell him while pressing a kiss to his chest.

“For what?” Junwoo tucks his chin into his chest to look down at you.

“For not giving up on me. For still pursuing me even though I was oblivious to you wanting to date me. For just being you and,” you smirk at you lean up and in towards your boyfriend and placing a quick peck to his lips, “for making us the golden couple! Even if you won’t say it out loud, I know we are.”

Jungwoo laughs at you and pulls you in closer to him. He kisses the top of your head before rearranging the two of you again on the couch you are both facing the tv. Jungwoo now has he back to the couch and you are tucked into your boyfriend, his legs slotted between yours his one arm wrapped around your waist while the other you are using as your own personal pillow. You smile loving that you have this with Jungwoo.

“I’ll deny it if you tell any of the guys,” Jungwoo whispers into your ear, right as you are drifting off to sleep, “but I agree we are the golden couple.” You smile before falling asleep in Jungwoo’s arms. You totally were the golden couple.

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wr1ter-reader-dreamer · 4 years

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The Worst Surprise (Pt. 3)

Joker x Reader

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Their faces haunted every moment of my life, looming over me and stealing away my sleep. During the day every fiber of my being longed for J. At night, the memory of his betrayal plagued me with nightmares. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get any respite from the torture.

Since becoming his, I hadn’t spent a single day away from J. We both got antsy when we didn’t see each other, so J made sure that he never had to be away for a full twenty four hours. No matter what, he would always come home to me. However, now I had spent a full two weeks away, and my body was not having it. When I laid down for bed, I couldn’t get comfortable. I found myself craving the feeling of his strong arms around me and the relaxing smell of his scent. On the rare occasion that I did manage to fall asleep, Harley’s ridiculously perfect face crept into my mind. The exact details of the nightmares were different, but the endings were always the same. They ended with J harshly rejecting me, choosing to be with her instead, and me jolting awake, tears in my eyes.

Despite how much I hated the nightmares, the time I spent awake was worse. I missed J with every piece of my heart, and I hated it. The asshole had cheated on me, but I still loved him and wanted to be with him. In an attempt to get away from the pain and self hate, I got a job, anything to get me out of the small apartment I was renting. The job was at Barnes & Noble, a place that would have normally brought me comfort, but now did nothing to numb the pain. Still, it gave me something to do and money to live off of. I still had plenty from my Jeep stash, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. Nothing ever did, apparently not even love.

This morning my alarm woke me up from another nightmare. My head was pounding and my cheeks were stained with tears, but by now I was used to it. Sighing, I rolled over and turned off my alarm. My body protested when I tried to sit up, still exhausted from my fitful sleep. With a large yawn, I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. The tile floor was cold against my bare feet, causing me to shiver. Blindly reaching into the shower, I turned the nob all the way to the left, making the water as hot as it could be. While I was waiting for the water to warm up, I scrutinized my appearance in the mirror.

I had changed since I left J, and I didn’t like it. My once bright blue eyes had lost some of their color, and now appeared dull. My long blonde hair fell around me in a tangled mess caused by tossing and turning all night long. I had lost weight because I had a hard time forcing myself to eat. Up until this moment, I had forgotten how self destructive I tended to be. It had been a long time since I didn’t have J making sure that I was taking care of myself.

Absentmindedly wondering how I had survived before him, I bent down to pull a towel out from under the sink. After placing it on a hook next to the shower, I stripped off my clothes and checked the temperature of the water. The water burned my hand, but I didn’t care because that was how I liked it. Stepping into the shower, I positioned myself under the stream of water. I allowed my muscles to relax as the water ran over them.

I stayed in the shower until the water got cold, then stepped out and wrapped the towel around me. Walking out of the bathroom, I headed for my closet. Shifting through my meager amount of clothes, I pulled out one of my work shirts and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Humming softly to myself, I set the clothes on my bed and stepped over to my dresser. I pulled out a black lacy bra and a matching pair of panties. After drying myself off, I slipped my clothes on.

Once I was dressed, I made my way back into the bathroom where I started to apply my makeup. I applied only a light layer of foundation and mascara, wanting to keep it mostly natural as not to draw attention to myself. I then brushed through my hair, which took at least ten minutes. Making a mental note to braid it before I tried to go to sleep tonight, I began pinning my hair up as well as I could. When I had got it to lay as flat as possible, I turned to the wig sitting on the edge of the counter. Sighing, I picked it up and slipped it over my hair. The wig was short and black, the opposite of my natural hair. I had needed to change it, knowing that J would easily recognize me if he ever got close enough, but I hadn’t been able to make myself dye and cut it. So I bought a wig instead and forced myself to go through the long process of securing it every morning.

It was interesting to see how changing something as simple as a person’s hair changed their entire appearance. When I was done securing the wig in place, I was unrecognizable. Nobody who had known me before would be able to tell that it was me if they saw me. I was no longer Azrael. Now I was Evangeline Montgomery, a young woman who moved here looking for an escape from her overbearing family.

When I was done getting ready, I checked my phone for the time. I found that I had just enough time to eat breakfast before I had to leave. Walking to the kitchen, I made a bowl of cereal and sat down on a bar stool at the counter to eat it. The cereal was bland, but I forced myself to finish it, knowing that I needed to eat something. As soon as I was done, I rinsed out my bowl and placed it in the sink. Grabbing my purse and making sure to lock the door on my way out, I left my apartment.

Barnes & Noble was only about a twenty minute walk from my apartment. On the way there, I let the noise of the bustling city distract me from my thoughts. Although I didn’t really like large crowds, I had chosen a big city because they were easier to disappear in. If I had chosen a small town in the middle of nowhere like I would’ve preferred, it would have been easier for J to find me. Plus people tended to like to meddle in each other’s business in small towns which was something I didn’t need.

Arriving at work, I found Kara, one of my coworkers and my only friend in this city, opening up the store.

“Hey Kara,” I said, causing the girl to jump and drop the keys. I laughed lightly as she turned around and stuck her tongue out at me.

“Thanks for the scare, Eva, I’ll remember that the next time you’re wondering around the shelves,” she said, smiling at me and bending down to pick up the keys. She then preceded to unlock the doors and make her way inside.

Kara was the only bright spot in my days. She was a kind but sarcastic girl, and the only one of my coworkers who bothered to try to get to know me. We had become friends after our first conversation, bonding over our mutual love of Eddie Redmayne. She was the only person, besides my boss of course, who I had given my number to, and I was honestly grateful to have met her.

“So, did you get anymore sleep last night?” she asked, beginning to prep the store for customers.

I slid my hands into my pockets as I followed her, “No, I had another nightmare.”

She looked up at me and frowned, “Honey, that’s every night this week.”

I just shrugged. Kara had managed to pull some of the truth about my situation out of me when we were at lunch one day. I had reluctantly spilled that I missed an ex boyfriend who cheated on me and that it was causing me to loose sleep. Since then, she had fretted over me like a concerned mom.

“I know what you need,” she said suddenly, looking up from the cash register that she had been in the process of turning on.

I raised an eyebrow, “And what’s that?”

“You need a night out at the club with me and some of my friends,’ she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I immediately shook my head, “No, Kara, I don’t have the energy to go out.”

Kara just rolled her eyes, “Mark my words, Evangeline, I will convince you to come, and you will enjoy yourself.”

Smiling at my friend, I shook my head again and made my way to the back of the store. After placing my purse in the break room, I began pulling new books out of their boxes and putting them on the shelves. Before too long, I had lost myself in the mindless labor of stocking shelves.

I spent the rest of the day organizing books and helping customers. Every time Kara and would pass by me, she would add another reason to why I should go out with her tonight. After about an hour of hearing her plead and bargain, I decided that I would go. It would be nice to get to dance again, and I didn’t really have a reason not to go. It’s not like I had anything waiting for me at the apartment.

Even though I had decided to go, I didn’t tell Kara. It was funny to watch her get frustrated with me and walk off muttering to herself, so I continued to make her think that I wouldn’t go. Sometimes I was a little cruel, but I knew that she wouldn’t hold it against me. At the end of both of our shifts, I found her in the break room.

I grabbed my purse and turned to my friend, smiling at her, “Ok, Kara, I’ll go with you tonight.”

She immediately turned to face me, squealing and grabbing my hands, “Yay! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Kara dragged me back to her apartment, saying that we could hang out there before it was time to go to the club. We spent the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies that we both loved. For the first time in weeks, I laughed so hard that my sides hurt. It felt good to just hang out and have a girls’ day, something that I hadn’t had in over a year.

At about nine, Kara decided that it was time to get ready. She dragged me to her room, pushing me towards her bed as she went to her closet. I watched as she flitted through her clothes, trying to find something she deemed worthy for me to wear.

“Here, this is perfect,” she finally said, shoving some clothes in my arms and pushing me towards her bathroom.

After stripping out of my work clothes, I slipped the outfit on and looked in the mirror. I smiled at what I saw, immediately deciding that I loved what I was wearing. The outfit consisted of a pair of high waisted shorts and a shirt. The shorts were a glittery gold with silver zippers on the pockets. They fit me perfectly, showing off my legs nicely. Kara had paired the shorts with a simple black, long-sleeved crop top. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit that I looked good.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I found that Kara had slipped into a sexy red dress that looked amazing on her. She grinned when she saw me, holding out a pair of black thigh high heels for me to put on. I clumsily put them on as she slipped into a pair of black stilettos. Taking a look at myself in her full body mirror, I decided that my makeup needed to be more dramatic.

Kara instantly agreed when I suggested it, leading me into her bathroom where she kept her makeup. She handed me some gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner, saying, “The more dramatic, the better.”

As I applied my makeup and she curled her hair, we continued to talk and laugh. I found that it was super easy to be around Kara, and I was starting to believe that I could make it without J. He wasn’t the only person in the world who could lift my spirits.

We were about to walk out the door, both all dressed up and ready to go, when Kara stopped me. She told me to wait at the front door as she scurried back to her room to get something. Shaking my head at her forgetfulness, I grabbed my purse off her couch and went to stand by the front door. She was grinning when she came back, hiding something behind her back.

“This is for you, to complete your outfit,” she said, bringing her hand to the front and revealing a beautiful gold necklace.

I smiled at her gratefully, taking it and fastening it around my neck. With that we were finally ready to leave, and we made our way downstairs and out of her building. Once on the street, Kara hailed a cab.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked as one pulled up in front of us.

“We’re going to meet a few of my friends at The King,” she answered, opening the door and sliding into the cab.

My mind immediately went to J, my King. I thought about how this outfit would have made him purr, and God I loved it when he purred. This is the kind of outfit that would’ve made him keep me close to his side, not wanting anyone to have the chance to get too handsy. It was definitely the kind of outfit that he wouldn’t let me leave the house alone in.

It didn’t take long to get to the club. The building was packed, a long line spilling out of the large black doors and around the corner. As Kara paid the cabbie, I took a chance to look up at the club. It wasn’t as nice as J’s, but it was definitely a nice place. ‘The King’ was lit up in large glittery-gold letters above the doors. The building looked new, and I had a feeling that the interior would be quite modern.

I followed Kara to the door when she was done with the cabbie. The bouncer seemed to recognize her and immediately let us both in, much to the chagrin of the couple at the front of the line. Making a mental note to ask her about it later, I followed her through the club. The music was pounding, the bass pounding through me and helping me to relax. I was right about the interior being modern, but I was surprised to see how simplistic it was. With a name like ‘The King’, I had expected it to be overly lavish.

Kara and I pushed our way through the crowd, making our way to the back of the club. We made it to a wall lined with leather booths and high topped tables. Kara stopped for a moment, seeming to be looking for someone, before heading towards a booth in the corner of the room. Sitting at the booth were two men and a woman.

“Kara!” the woman squealed above the music, standing up and pulling my friend into a hug.

“Amara,” Kara said when she pulled away, “I’d like you to meet Eva.”

I smiled at the stunning platinum blonde, giving her a small wave.

Amara smiled at me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eva. I’m Amara and this is my boyfriend, Nico.”

She slid back into the booth, wrapping her arm around the man who had been sitting next to her. Her boyfriend, Nico, nodded at me, and I gave him a small wave. Nico was a massive block of pure muscle, dwarfing the petite woman who was nuzzled up against him. Despite his huge size, he was handsome with his black hair and brown eyes.

“Hey Kara, aren’t you gonna introduce your friend to me?” a voice called, instantly pulling my attention towards the man sitting next to Nico. He smirked and winked at me, causing a light blush to bloom across my cheeks.

Kara rolled her eyes, “Eva, this is Amara’s obnoxious brother, James.”

James grinned at me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eva.”

I gave him a small smile, “It’s nice to meet you too. It’s nice to meet all of you.”

Seeing that we all seemed to be getting along, Kara smiled and slid into the booth next to Amara. This left me to slide in next to James, who seemed all to happy to have me next to him. We all talked for a while, laughing and getting along like we had known each other for years. I found myself enjoying all of their company, so when James asked me to dance, I agreed.

Standing up from the booth, I allowed James to take my hand and lead me to the dance floor. It was extremely crowded, but we managed to find enough space on the edge for the two of us. My back pressed up against James’ front, I began to move my hips to the music. It took only moments for me to completely loose myself in the heavy bass. Forgetting all of my troubles, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me as I swayed and grinded against James to the beat. Here, dancing at the club, it was easy to forget what had happened just a few weeks ago.

After hours of alternating dancing with James and dancing with the girls, I decided that it was time for me to go home. Saying my goodbyes, I gave Kara a hug and promised Amara that we would hang out again. As I left the club, I noticed that the line outside had disappeared, everyone either getting inside or moving on to another club. It was easy enough to hail a cab, and I gratefully slid into the seat. I gave the driver my address and closed my eyes as he pulled out onto the street.

It took about twenty minutes to get from The King back to my apartment. I had to fight to stay awake as we bumped along the road, my body absolutely exhausted. Grinning, I realized that tonight I would finally be able sleep without nightmares.

The cab pulled to a stop outside my apartment building, and I slowly got out. I paid the driver, then blindly made my way upstairs. Yawning as I approached my door, I dug around in my purse for my keys. I finally found them and pulled them out, slipping them into the door only to realize that it wasn’t locked. Frowning, my body immediately went on high alert. I never forgot to lock my door and this morning was not the exception.

Pulling my gun out of my purse, I slowly pushed open my door. I cautiously entered my apartment, finding the lights already on. After finding nothing out of place in the living room and kitchen, I made my way down the short hallway to my bedroom. I kept the gun raised in front of me as I slowly walked to my room, listening carefully to see if I could hear anyone.

When I reached my bedroom door, I found that it was only partially open. I slowly pushed it open the rest of the way, but paused before entering. Taking a deep breath and steeling myself against whatever I might find, I swung into the doorway. Aiming my gun straight at the figure sitting on my bed, I almost screamed.

The figure on my bed grinned, “Azrael, so nice of you to finally come home.”

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Chapter 11

“But she’s let you in.”

And she’d already shown hints of how possessive she could be about that connection. I accepted that because it was a flaw I shared, but still…

“You’re analyzing this to death, Camila,” Cary said. “You’re thinking the way she feels about you has to be a fluke or a mistake. Someone like her couldn’t really be into you for your big heart and sharp mind, right?”

“My self-esteem isn’t that bad,” I protested.

He took a sip of his champagne. “Isn’t it? So tell me something you think she likes about you that doesn’t have to do with sex or codependency.”

I thought about it and came up empty, which made me scowl.

“Right,” he went on with a nod. “And if Jauregui is anywhere near as messed up as we are, she’s thinking the same thing in reverse, wondering what a hot babe like you sees in a girl like her. You’ve got money, so what has she got going for her besides being a stud who keeps screwing up?”

Sitting back in my chair, I absorbed everything he’d said. “Cary, I love you madly.”

He grinned. “Back atcha, sweets. My advice, for what it’s worth? Couples therapy. It’s always been my plan to get into it when I find the one I want to settle down with. And try to have fun with her. You’ve got to have as many good times as bad or it all becomes too painful and too much work.”

I reached over and squeezed his hand. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He shrugged off my gratitude with an elegant wave of his hand. “It’s easy to pick apart someone else’s life. You know I couldn’t get through my rough spots without you.”

“Which you don’t have any of now,” I pointed out, shifting the focus to him. “You’re about to be splashed across a Times Square billboard. You won’t be my secret any longer. Should we upgrade dinner from pizza to something more worthy of the occasion? How about we haul out that case of Cristal Stanton gave us?”

“Now you’re talking.”

“Movies? Anything in particular you want to watch?”

“Whatever you want. I wouldn’t want to screw with your big-dumb-blow-’em-up movie genius.”

I grinned, feeling better as I’d known I would after an hour with Cary. “You’ll let me know if I’m too dense to figure out when you and Trey want to be alone.”

“Ha! Don’t worry about that. Your tempestuous love life is making me feel dull and boring. I could use a hot, sweaty bang with my own stud.”

“You just had a maintenance closet romp a couple days ago!”

He sighed. “I’d nearly forgotten. How sad is that?”

“It isn’t when your eyes are laughing.”

I’d just gotten back to my desk when I checked my smartphone and found a text from Lauren letting me know she had fifteen minutes to spare at quarter to three. I nursed a secret rush of anticipation for the next hour and a half, having decided to take Cary’s advice and have a little fun. Lauren’s and I would have to wade through the ugliness of my past soon enough, but for now, I could give us both something to smile about.

I texted her just before I left, letting her know I was on my way. Considering the time constraints, we couldn’t waste a minute. Lauren must have felt the same way, because I found Scott waiting for me at reception when I reached the Cross Industries waiting area. He walked me back after the receptionist buzzed me in.

“How’s your day been?” I asked him.

He smiled. “Great so far. Yours?”

I smiled back. “I’ve had worse.”

Lauren was on the phone when I entered her office. Her tone was clipped and impatient as she told the person on the other end of the line that they should be able to manage the job without her having to oversee it personally.

she held up one finger to me to tell me she’d be another minute. I responded by blowing a big bubble with the gum I was chewing and popping it loudly.

Her brows shot up, and she hit the buttons to close the doors and frost the glass wall.

Grinning, I sauntered over to her desk and hopped onto it, curling my fingers around the lip and swinging my legs. she popped the next bubble I blew with a quick jab of her finger. I pouted prettily.

“Deal with it,” she said with quiet authority to whoever was on the phone. “It’ll be next week before I can get out there and waiting will set us back further. Stop talking. I have something time-sensitive on my desk and you’re keeping me away from it. I guarantee that’s not improving my disposition. Fix what needs fixing and report back to me tomorrow.”

she returned the phone to its cradle with suppressed violence. “Camila—”

I held up one hand to cut her off and wrapped my gum in a Post-it I took from a dispenser on her desk. “Before you reprimand me, Miss. Jauregui, I want to say that when we reached an impasse in our merger discussions at the hotel yesterday I shouldn’t have walked out. It didn’t help to resolve the situation. And I know I didn’t react very well to the PR issue with the photo. But still…Even though I’ve been a naughty secretary, I think I should be given another chance to excel.”

Her gaze narrowed as she studied me, assessing and reevaluating the situation on the fly. “Did I ask for your opinion on the appropriate action to take, Miss Cabello?”

I shook my head and looked up at her from beneath my lashes. I could see the lingering frustration from her phone call falling away from her, replaced by her growing interest and arousal.

Hopping down from the desk, I sidled closer and smoothed her immaculate tie with both hands. “Can’t we work something out? I do possess a wide variety of useful skills.”

she caught me by the hips. “Which is one of the many reasons you’re the only woman I’ve ever considered for the position.”

Warmth flowed through me at her words. Boldly cupping her cock in my hand, I fondled her through her slacks. “Maybe I should reapply myself to my duties? I could demonstrate some of the ways I’m uniquely qualified to assist you.”

Lauren hardened with delectable swiftness. “Such initiative, Miss Cabello. But my next meeting is less than ten minutes away. Also, I’m not accustomed to exploring job enrichment opportunities in my office.”

I freed the button of her fly and lowered her zipper. With my lips to her jaw, I whispered, “If you think there’s anywhere I won’t make you come, you’ll have to revisit and revise.”

“Camila,” she breathed, her eyes hot and tender. she cupped my throat, her thumbs brushing over my jaw. “You’re unraveling me. Do you know that? Are you doing it on purpose?”

I reached inside her boxer briefs and wrapped my hands around her, offering up my lips for a kiss. she obliged me, taking my mouth with a fierceness that left me breathless.

“I want you,” she growled.

I sank to my knees on the carpeted floor, pulling her pants down enough to give me the access I needed.

she exhaled harshly. “Camila, what are you—”

My lips flowed over the wide crown. she reached back for the edge of her desk, her hands curling around the lip with white-knuckled force. I held her with both hands and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of her skin and her uniquely appealing scent made me moan. I felt the vibration ripple through her entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in her chest.

Lauren touched my cheek. “Lick it.”

Aroused by the command, I fluttered my tongue across the underside and shivered with delight when she rewarded me with a hot burst of pre-cum. Fisting the root of her with one hand, I hollowed my cheeks and drew rhythmically, hoping for more.

I wished I had the time to make it last. Drive her crazy…

she made a sound filled with the sweetest agony. “God, Camila…your mouth. Keep sucking. Like that…hard and deep.”

I was so turned on by her pleasure I squirmed. Her hands pushed into my bound hair, pulling and tugging at the roots. I loved how she started out with tenderness, then grew rougher as the lust she felt for me overwhelmed her control.

The soft bite of pain made me hungrier, greedier. My head bobbed as I pleasured her, jacking her with one hand while I sucked and stroked the crest with my mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of her cock, and I slid the flat of my tongue along them, tilting my head to find and caress each one.

she swelled, growing thicker and longer. My knees were uncomfortable, but I didn’t care; my gaze was riveted to Lauren as her head fell back and she fought for breath.

“Camila, you suck me so good.” she held my head still and took over. Thrusting her hips. Fucking my mouth. Stripped to a level of base need where only the race to orgasm mattered.

The thought made me crazed, the image in my mind of how we must look: Lauren in all her urbane sophistication, standing at the desk where she ruled an empire, stroking her big cock in and out of my greedy mouth.

I gripped her straining thighs in both hands, frantically working my lips and tongue, desperate for her climax. Her balls were heavy and big, an audacious display of her powerful virility. I cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up.

“Ah, Camila.” Her voice was a guttural rasp. Her grip tightened in my hair. “You’re making me come.”

The first spurt of semen was so thick, I struggled to swallow. Mindless in her pleasure, Lauren was thrusting against the back of my throat, her cock throbbing with every wrenching pulse into my mouth. My eyes watered and my lungs burned, but still I pumped my fists, milking her. Her entire body shuddered as I took everything she had. The sounds she made and the muttered, breathless praise were the most gratifying I’d ever heard.

I licked her clean, marveling at how she didn’t fully soften even after an explosive orgasm. she was still capable of fucking me senseless and more than willing to, I knew. But there was no time and I was happy about that. I wanted to do this for her. For us. For me, really, because I needed to know I could indulge in a selfless sexual act without feeling taken advantage of.

“I have to go,” I murmured, standing and pressing my lips to her. “I hope the rest of your day is awesome, and your business dinner tonight, too.”

I started to move away, but she caught my wrist, her gaze on the clock readout on her desk phone. I noticed my picture then, sitting in a place of prominence where she’d see it all day.

“Camila…Damn it. Wait.”

I frowned at her tone, which sounded anxious. Frustrated.

she quickly restored her appearance, tucking herself back into her boxer briefs and straightening the tail of her shirt so she could fasten her pants. There was something sweet in watching her pull himself back together, restoring the façade she wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

Tugging me close, Lauren pressed her lips to my brow. Her hands moved through my hair to unclip my tortoise barrette. “I didn’t get you off.”

“No need.” I loved the feel of her hands on my scalp. “That rocked just the way it was.”

she was overly focused on fixing my hair, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm. “I know you need an even exchange,” she argued gruffly. “I can’t let you leave feeling like I used you.”

A bittersweet tenderness pierced me. she’d listened. she cared.

I cupped her face in my hands. “You did use me, with my permission, and it was seriously hot. I wanted to give you this, Lauren. Remember? I warned you. I wanted you to have this memory of me.”

Her eyes widened with alarm. “Why the fuck do I need memories when I have you? Camila, if this is about the photo—”

“Shut up and enjoy the high.” We didn’t have the time to get into the photo issue now and I didn’t want to. It was going to ruin everything. “If we’d had an hour, I still wouldn’t let you get me off. I’m not keeping score with you, ace. And honestly, you’re the first person I can say that to. Now, I have to go. You have to go.”

I started away again, but she caught me back.

Scott’s voice came through the speaker. “Excuse me, Miss. Jauregui. But your three o’clock is here.”

“It’s okay, Lauren,” I assured her. “You’re coming over tonight, right?”

“Nothing could keep me away.”

I shoved up onto my tiptoes and kissed her cheek. “We’ll talk then.”

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After work, I took the stairs down to the ground floor to feel less guilty about skipping the gym and seriously regretted it by the time I reached the lobby. Lack of sleep from the night before had left me wiped out. I was contemplating taking the subway rather than walking when I saw Lauren’s Bentley at the curb. When the driver got out and greeted me by name, I halted abruptly, surprised.

“Miss. Jauregui asked that I take you home,” he said, looking smart in his black suit and chauffeur hat. He was an older gentleman with graying red hair, pale blue eyes, and the softest of cultured accents.

As much as my legs ached, I was grateful for the offer. “Thank you…? I’m sorry—what was your name?”

“Angus, Miss Cabello.”

How had I not remembered that? The name was so cool, it made me smile. “Thank you, Angus.”

He tipped his hat. “My pleasure.”

I slid through the back door he opened for me and as I settled into the seat, I caught a glimpse of the handgun he wore in a shoulder holster beneath his jacket. It appeared that Angus, like Clancy, was both bodyguard and driver.

We pulled away from the curb and I asked, “How long have you been working for Miss Jauregui, Angus?”

“Eight years now.”

“Quite a while.”

“I’ve known her longer than that,” he volunteered, catching my gaze in the rearview mirror. “I drove her to school when she was a young girl. she hired me away from Mr. Vidal when the time came.”

Once again, I tried to picture Lauren as a child. No doubt she’d been beautiful and charismatic even then.

Had she enjoyed “normal” sexual relationships when she was a teenager? I couldn’t imagine that women weren’t throwing themselves at her even then. And as innately sexual as she was, I imagined she’d been a horny teen.

Digging in my purse, I pulled out my keys and leaned forward to set them on the front passenger seat. “Can you see that Lauren gets those? she’s supposed to come over after whatever it is she’s doing tonight and depending on how late that is, I might not hear her knock.”

“Of course.”

Paul opened the door for me when we arrived at my apartment and he greeted Angus by name, reminding me that Lauren owned the building. I waved to both men, told the front desk Lauren would be coming over later, and then took myself upstairs. Cary’s raised brows when he opened the door to me made me laugh.

“Lauren’s coming over later,” I explained, “but I’m feeling so hammered right now I may not stay up long. So I gave her my keys to let herself in. Did you order already?”

“I did. And I tossed a few bottles of Cristal in the wine fridge.”

“You’re the best.” I shoved my bag at him.

I showered and called my mom from the phone in my room, wincing at her strident, “I have been trying to reach you for days!”

“Mom, if it’s about Lauren Jauregui—”

“Well, of course, it’s partly about her! For goodness’ sake, Camila. You’re being called the significant woman in her life. How could I not want to talk about that?”

“Mom—”

“But there’s also the appointment you asked me to make with Dr. Petersen.” The note of smug amusement in her voice made me smile. “We’re scheduled to meet with him Thursday at six o’clock in the evening. I hope that works for you. He doesn’t do many evening appointments.”

I plopped backward onto my bed with a sigh. I’d been so distracted by work and Lauren that the appointment had slipped my mind. “Thursday at six will be fine. Thank you.”

“Now, then. Tell me about jauregui…”

When I emerged from my bedroom dressed in jersey pants and a San Diego State University sweatshirt, I found Trey seated with Cary in the living room. Both men stood when I came in and Trey gifted me with an open, friendly smile.

“I’m sorry I look so ragged,” I said sheepishly, running my fingers through my damp ponytail. “Taking the stairs at work almost killed me today.”

“Elevator take the day off?” he asked.

“Nope. My brain did. What the hell was I thinking?” Spending the night with Lauren was enough of a workout.

The doorbell rang and Cary went to get it while I headed into the kitchen for the Cristal. I joined him at the breakfast bar as he signed the credit card receipt and the look in his eyes when he glanced at Trey had me hiding a smile.

There were a lot of those looks going back and forth between the two men as the evening progressed. And I had to agree with Cary that Trey was a hottie. Dressed in distressed jeans, matching vest, and a long-sleeved shirt, the aspiring veterinarian looked casual but well put together. He was very different personality-wise from the type of guy Cary usually dated. Trey seemed more grounded; not quite somber, but definitely not flighty. I thought he’d be a good influence on Cary, if they stayed together long enough.

The three of us made it through two bottles of Cristal and two pizzas between us, plus all of Demolition Man before I called it a night. I urged Trey to stay for Drivento round out the Stallone mini-marathon; then I went to my room and changed into a sexy black baby doll I’d been given as part of a bridesmaid gift bag—sans the matching panties.

Leaving a candle burning for Lauren, I crashed.

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I woke to darkness and the scent of Lauren’s skin, the lights and sounds of the city shut out by soundproofed windows and blackout drapes.

Lauren slid over me, a moving shadow, her bare skin cool to the touch. Her mouth slanted over mine, kissing me slow and deeply, tasting of mint and her own unique flavor. My hands slid down her sleekly muscular back, my legs parting so she could settle comfortably between them. The weight of her against me made my heart sigh and my blood warm with desire.

“Well, hello to you, too,” I said breathlessly when she let me up for air.

“You’ll come with me next time,” she murmured in that sexy and decadent voice, nibbling at my throat.

“Will I?” I teased.

she reached down and cupped my butt in her hand, squeezing and lifting me into a deft roll of her hips. “Yes. I missed you, Camila.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, wishing I could see her. “You haven’t known me long enough to miss me.”

“Shows how much you know,” Lauren scoffed, sliding downward and nuzzling between my breasts.

I gasped as her mouth covered my nipple and sucked through the satin, deep pulls that echoed in the clenching of my core. she moved to my other breast, her hand pushing up the hem of my baby doll. I arched into her, lost to the magic of her mouth as it moved over my body, her tongue dipping into my navel, then sliding lower.

“And you missed me, too,” she purred with masculine satisfaction, the tip of her middle finger rimming my cleft. “You’re swollen and wet for me.”

she pulled my legs over her shoulders and licked between my folds, soft and provocative laps of hot velvet against my sensitive flesh. My hands fisted in the sheet, my chest heaving as she circled my clit with the tip of her tongue, then nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves. I keened, my hips moving restlessly into the devious torment, my muscles tightening with the clawing need to come.

The light, teasing flutters were driving me insane, giving me just enough to make me writhe but not enough to get me off. “Lauren, please.”

“Not yet.”

she tortured me, coaxing my body to the brink of orgasm, and then letting me slide back down. Over and over. Until sweat misted my skin and my heart felt like it would burst. Her tongue was tireless and diabolical, cleverly focusing on my clit until a single stroke would set me off, then moving lower to thrust into me. The soft, shallow plunges were maddening, the flickering against the nerve-laden tissues making me desperate enough to beg shamelessly.

“Please, Lauren…let me come…I need to come, please.”

“Shh, angel…I’ll take care of you.”

she finished me with a tenderness that made the orgasm roll through me like a crashing wave, building and swelling and spreading through me in a warm rush of pleasure.

she threaded her fingers with mine when she came over me again, restraining my arms. The head of her cock aligned with the slick entrance of my body and she pushed inexorably into me. I moaned, shifting to accommodate the heavy surge of her penis.

Lauren’s breath gusted hard and humid against my throat, her big frame trembling as she slid carefully inside me. “You’re so soft and warm. Mine, Camila. You’re mine.”

I wrapped my legs around her hips, welcoming her deeper, feeling her buttocks flex and release against my calves as she demonstrated to my body that it would indeed take her thick length all the way to the root.

With our hands linked, she took my mouth and began to move, gliding in and out with languid skill, the tempo precise and relentless yet smooth and easy. I felt every rock-hard inch of her, felt the unmistakable reiteration that every inch of me was her to possess. she drove the message home repeatedly until I was gasping against her mouth, thrashing restlessly beneath her, my hands bloodless from the strength of my grip on her.

she spoke heated praise and encouragement, telling me how beautiful I was…how perfect I felt to her…how she’d never stop…couldn’t stop. I came with a sharp cry of relief, vibrating with the ecstasy of it, and she was right there with me. Her pace quickened for several slamming thrusts; then she climaxed with a hiss of my name, spilling into me.

I sank lax into the mattress, sweaty and boneless and replete.

“I’m not done,” she whispered darkly, adjusting her knees to increase the force of her thrusts. The pace remained expertly measured, each plunge staking a claim—your body exists to serve me.

Biting my lip, I fought back the sounds of helpless pleasure that might’ve broken the tranquility of the night…and betrayed the frightening depths of emotion I was beginning to feel for Lauren Jauregui.

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Can you do a oneus reaction to you Being cuddly when you are tired ?? Thank you

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[Oneus] Reaction to you being cuddly when you’re tired

Ravn:

He already thinks you’re adorable as you are, but when you sleepily crawl into bed with him and wrap your arms around his body tightly to put your head on his chest he won’t know what to do with you for a few moments. He can’t exactly coo over you here and freak out, so he’ll try to stay calm on the outside and hug you back while his fast heartbeat is killing him from the inside. Even as your relationship progresses and you keep being super cuddly whenever it’s time to sleep he’ll never quite get used to you acting like that, but he will become calm enough to fall asleep with you (unlike the first time when he couldn’t sleep for a good three hours because you’re so close to him omg). Only on days when you’re especially affectionate you can see in his expression just how much you affect him, and you giggle because his heart just won’t beat at a normal pace. “Well, it’s your fault for making me this weak…” he’ll complain at your amusement, and you’ll take it as a motivation to get even closer to him.

Seoho:

It hasn’t been long since you two started dating, but you’re trying to spend as much time together as possible due to his busy schedule. He’s watching something on his phone late at night, sitting on the couch, when you walk up to him, barely able to keep your eyes open. You let your body slump down next to him and fling your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “Huh? What’s this, Y/N? Huh???” he’ll be super perplexed at first but will soon put his phone away. “Are you cold? Or do you just wanna be close to me?” he’ll ask, smiling at how cute you are. You’ll just yawn and nod your head, so Seoho takes off his sweater and lets you put it on. With sweater paws you’ll continue clinging to him, until he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. “Seems like it’s time to sleep for someone,” he’ll remark, setting you down on your side of the bed and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, before crawling under the blankets together with you and hugging you tightly from behind to put you to sleep with gentle kisses on your neck and shoulders.

Leedo:

The first time you two stay up late together and you’re gradually starting to get tired and at some point put your arms around him and your head on his chest he’d get super flustered. Stuttering he’d ask what you’re doing, awkward because he wouldn’t know where to put his hands, or what to do in general. But over time he’ll get used to you being super cuddly the more tired you get, and he’ll even appreciate being your personal pillow, because it makes him feel like he can protect you. By then he’ll willingly embrace you as you snuggle up to him, brushing through your hair mindlessly and holding you close, allowing you to fall asleep while listening to his soothing heartbeat and his deep voice that will talk and sometimes sing you to sleep. He’ll always make sure to stay up longer than you, because your face as you drift off to dreamland is just too cute to him, and looking at you like that, his heart swells and he will ask himself what he ever did to deserve having someone like you so close to him.

Keonhee:

He loves cuddles and affection and any kind of attention, so the nights when you come home exhausted and crash right into his arms are secretly his favorite. Whenever he knows you’ll have a long day, he’ll make sure to have food and a fun movie ready by the time you arrive at home. So you can share dinner, then he’ll send you off to take a shower (or you’ll even take it together uwu) and then you can let the day end in front of the TV, where he’ll let you sprawl out on top of him however you like. He loves having you so close to him, holding you tightly. He’ll start drawing mindless patterns on your skin or placing chaste kisses all over your face, receiving sleepy giggles from your side. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable and can relax, and if the tiredness takes the better of you and you fall asleep on top of him, somehow you’ll always wake up in your bed the next morning, still snuggled up closely to Keonhee.

Hwanwoong:

He’ll be absolutely smug about you letting your guard down as you’re very obviously trying far too hard to keep your eyes open during a late night conversation with him. “If you’re so tired we can keep talking tomorrow, baby,” he’ll tease you and pinch your cheek, to which you pout and slap away his hand with very little energy. You yawn and shake your head, then tug at his sleeve to signal that he should follow you, despite you being slightly annoyed with him. But honestly, you’re so tired that you couldn’t care less at the moment. He’ll chuckle and explain that he has to stay up a few more hours and practice, but you’re having none of it. “But cuddles…” you protest silently, and with a kiss on your cheek he’ll try to send you off to bed. However, you really want to fall asleep with him tonight, so you surprise him with a backhug, and surprised he is. There’s a visible blush on his cheeks, and he can’t stop his heart from suddenly racing because of your actions. Taking a deep breath, he’ll turn around in your embrace and return the hug. “Okay… then just for today, let’s go to sleep together.”

Xion:

He’d be just as cuddly when he’s tired and with a person who makes him feel at ease as you are, so cuddling each other to sleep is a frequent occurrence between the two of you. He loves holding you close when you’re both wrapped into a fluffy blanket in winter, warming each other. And even in summer he’ll love cuddling with you (unless you’re both dying from the heat, but even then he’ll at least want to hold your hand before falling asleep). He likes switching between being the big and the little spoon, depending on his mood. For example if he feels especially protective of you, he will hold you closely from behind and place gentle kisses in your nape and he can’t keep himself from smiling because you’re just that precious to him. But if he’s stressed or uneasy about something, he’ll appreciate you holding him, putting him to ease. He’ll whisper to you, just before drifting off to sleep, “Thank you, for being there for me.”

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complcatedfreak · 4 years

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we’re soulmates.

in which y/n and peter's class go to MOMA and they discover a big secret.

part one part two

A/N: this is a soulmate au series, which will contain both endgame and infinity war spoilers. however, this part is when they begin. Parts after this will ignore the canon.

Mj: ice cream date tonight??

Ned: I’ll ask but I don’t think it’ll be a problem

Peter: what time? it depends bc of the stark internship

Y/N: i can go :)

Peter’s smile faltered a bit when Y/N said she could go. Something inside of Peter just wanted to be around her. For the first time since he’d discovered his powers, he considered taking a day off. It was only for a brief moment before he remembered the entire city of New York is probably more important than getting ice cream with a girl he met two days ago. Just probably. Plus, he still got to see her in school and would be able to text all weekend without it being weird, you know, because of the whole groupchat thing. Peter had come to really enjoy texting Y/N. She was funny and always had an appropriate meme for whatever they were discussing. She fit right in with himself, Ned and Mj. It was nice to have her around.

Y/N was happy when Mj sent the ice cream date text to the entire groupchat, rather than the individual message Y/N had woken up to. It was originally supposed to be a ‘get to know you’ hangout session so that the girls of the group could bond, but both ladies quickly agreed it would be more fun if everyone was there. It’d be a nice way for all four of them to relax into a dynamic that worked outside of school. Plus, it would allow for Y/N to get comfortable enough for her to ask to join their group for the class field trip to MOMA that was coming up in a next week. It had only been about a week since she met them, but there was something interesting about each one of them, and it only made Y/N want to continue being around them.

The school day was about as easy as it gets for Peter. It being a Friday meant the teachers wanted to relax just as much as the students did. Maybe even more, considering it was a long weekend. Most of his day was spent trying to catch up on the novel they were reading in English and trying to keep up with the mass flood of text messages from the groupchat. Peter kept thinking about how well Y/N seemed to easily filter into their little nerd group. He was happy to have her there, but something seemed off. A pretty girl like her who’s also funny would never usually pick the three least cool kids in school to hang out with, but here she was. He was grateful she chose them. “What’cha thinking about?” Mj cheerfully interrupted his thought process, while also pulling his eyes away from the pages of the book he was supposed to be reading. “I don’t know how to explain it,” Peter answered, shocking himself. He has never been this open with Mj. “Well, Parker, I’ll listen to whatever first-world problem you have going on for a little bit,” Mj said with a fake smile plastered on her face. Honestly, Peter wanted to tell someone about it, even if it was Mj’s ridiculously sarcastic self. “Mj,” Peter started, wondering how to approach this subject, “my initials match someone’s name, they even had a line through them.” Mj’s face lit up, “PETER WHAT?” She exclaimed, drawing the eyes of everyone in his last period class. “Shut up!” Peter shushed, “It’s not a definite thing, I don’t know her middle name, but the first and last names work out and I’m scared because I kinda like her already, but I’m scared.” Peter was talking way too fast, but it seemed as though Mj understood. “Is it Y/N?” she whispered. Peter’s face immediately went red, “n-no,” Mj smirked as the bell rang, “Whatever, Parker.” “This is the last time I’m telling you anything!” Peter called as she disappeared out of the classroom door.

MJ: y/n you’re joining our MOMA group right

Y/N: is that okay? i don’t wanna intrude

MJ: i mean ur name is already on the sign-up list with is

MJ: *us

Ned: I did that :)

MJ: oh okay im excited for you to join

Why wasn’t Peter answering? After waiting for two hours after MJ’s last text, Y/N began to get insecure about joining the group because she didn’t have his approval. What if he didn’t want her around? What if he didn’t like her? Suddenly feeling very small, Y/n tossed her phone to the other side of her bed, deciding to catch up on her reading for English. She had been lost for the rest of the last unit with the whole transferring schools thing, so she didn’t want to fall behind this time. A few hours passed and she hopped between reading her novel and digging through food in the fridge. She knew she was eating out of nerves and boredom, but hey, what’s a few calories when your potential soulmate may hate you?

Peter quietly closed his bedroom window and quickly pulled off his mask. He didn’t necessarily have to be secretive anymore but walking through the front door in his spidey suit wasn’t something he wanted to risk. Stripping out of the rest of the suit, he made his way to the bathroom. He pulled out his phone to connect to the speaker in the bathroom and noticed the missed texts from the “peter “i drop chemicals because i cant do math” parker” groupchat. Y/N’s joining their MOMA group. Y/N’s joining their MOMA group! Y/N’S JOINING THEIR MOMA GROUP! He fist bumped the air, instantly feeling ten times more excited for the field trip next week. Maybe this would be his chance to find out if her middle name started with the second letter on his wrist. Peter hopes it does. Truthfully, Peter really hopes Y/N is his soulmate. He really likes her.

The weekend flew by for Y/N. Peter finally answered in the groupchat and was equally as excited that she was joining as everyone else. Besides that, it was full of homework and studying. The group did meet up for ice cream on Monday, since they were off, but Peter had to leave early, due to an internship he had with Tony Stark. Y/N liked that he was dedicated to things, as well as the fact that he was intelligent enough to be working for THE Tony Stark. Y/N has decided she really, really likes him. He’s funny, cute and smart? How could she not? He’s also really kind, which Y/N learned while they were out getting ice cream and she dropped hers. Peter instantly offered her his, as well as offered to pay for a new for her. Y/N was too shy to ever let either of those things happen, so she bought herself a new one, but even just the small gesture had her heart fluttering. So, once they got back in school on Tuesday, Y/N felt very comfortable with Peter. They hung out during homeroom, walked to classes together, and hung out at lunch. Y/N thinks Peter even tried to hold her hand because she felt his hand brush hers when they were standing together in the lunch line. She wasn’t sure, though.

To say Peter was distracted when he went out as Spider-Man after school would be an understatement. Of course, he still did his job and did it right, he just did it while recalling every moment he spent with Y/N. He knew it was becoming redundant, but he couldn’t help but to give Happy the run-down about his new updates with his potential soulmate. Happy was annoyed, but Peter thought he detected a small hint of fondness behind his tone. When he got home, Peter had the best sleep of his life. The next morning, he got up, got dressed and ran to Del-Mar’s to make sure he had something to eat on the trip. Then, he made his way to the school to check-in and find his group.

“PARKERRRR,” Ned yelled down the hallway, making both Y/N and Mj jump. Mj turned towards Peter, waved and then flipped him off. Y/N laughed, shooting him a little wave with a smile. “Aren’t you two gonna get hot?” Mj asked, gesturing to Peter’s jacket and the flannel Y/N had thrown over her shirt. “No!” Peter said very defensively. “It makes my outfit cuter,” Y/N pouted. Ned laughed, rolling his eyes at his friends.

Soon, they were all sat in their seats on the bus. Y/N and Mj were across the aisle from Peter and Ned, due to the ‘boys can’t sit with girls’ the bus-driver had instilled. Y/N happily shared her headphones with Mj, showing her new songs as her head rested against the bus window. It was a very short, comfortable bus ride and before they knew it, they were inside of New York’s Museum of Modern Art. Each group broke off, allowing the teenagers to see what they wanted to. Mj and Ned were very adamant about Elle Pérez’s Diablo exhibit, so the group headed there first. Due to their enthusiasm, Ned and Mj strayed ahead of Y/N and Peter, giving them a chance to chat. It was mindless chatter; pointing out pieces they liked along the way, pointing at some creature in the works and saying “it’s you” to each other, things like that. Nothing important.

Until they got to their final exhibit. Peter mindlessly rolled up his sleeve. Mj was right, he was getting hot, and he was too comfortable to remember he was supposed to be hiding his wrist. It was fine for about five minutes, before Y/N let out a gasp. Mj, Ned and Peter turned around to face her. Peter cocked his head, “Are you okay?” Y/N answered quickly: “Can I talk to you?”. Before Peter could even answer she was grabbing the wrist that had her initials across them and dragging him away from their friends, leaving Ned and Mj with confused stares.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked once Y/N freed him from her grip. “Peter,” Y/N’s eyes were wide, as if she was putting on a puppy-face, “my initials are on your wrist. I think yours are on mine.” She tugged the sleeve of her flannel up, showing Peter the crossed-off “PBP” that went across it. Peter broke out into a huge smile, reaching up to run his fingers across the letters. He stared at her wrist for a second before looking her in her eyes, “We’re soulmates.” Y/N nodded at his statement, pulling him in for a hug.

It was time for the ride home. Peter let go of Y/N’s hand for the first time since they had their revelation when it was time to get on the bus. They texted through most of the ride, until Y/N’s phone died. Peter sat and played games on his for a while.

Peter felt the hairs on his arm stand up (the one with Y/N’s initials on it), and immediately looked away from his phone. His eyes landed on the spiral ship behind the bus. He was immediately grateful that he brought his suit, scanning over the bus full of his classmates. His eyes lingered on his soulmate, who met his gaze. She flashed him a smile of reassurance before turning to look back out of the window. Peter tapped Ned, “I need you to cause a distraction.” Ned was panicked before his eyes landed on the ship, “oh shit. WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!” Everyone on the bus began to panic, causing the chaos Peter needed to escape. He waited until Y/N had moved from the seat across the aisle to join the crowd in the back of the bus to web out of it, prepared to help the city, and the avengers, with whatever it needed.

#not edited!!!!!#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker au #peter imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #spider-man #spiderman #spider-man imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #Marvel x Y/N

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callowed · 4 years

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If you're still doing the memory one, how about 🕯and 🌱?

Memories- Closed

🕯- A sad memory they would rather forget

A sideshow attraction.

That’s all he was to these people. A freakshow oddity to ogle and gawk at. He was told to smile and put on a good show, and he’d gotten awfully good at faking it. It’s not as if he would no longer feel their burning gaze bore into him if he were to avert his eyes from them. He’d tried.

To liven up the spectacle, part of his job was to perform actions with his tail. Lifting himself off the ground with it, wrapping it around objects, otherwise drawing attention to it with big movements. On particularly popular nights, the ringleader would even bring in small animals for him to poison as part of the act. It brought him some small satisfaction, but not nearly enough to offset the oppressive atmosphere. He would not be doing that part of the show tonight, anyways.

Tyrian’s tail was already getting sore from overuse, hours of lifting with it and swinging it around were starting to wear on him. He’d hoped that after doing this routine nearly every single day, he would have gotten used to it, but he found himself having to fight through the pain regardless. A particularly unsavory patron, presumably drunk and looking for trouble, threw what remained of his beverage at Tyrian for no particular reason. The ambient chatter of the crowd was too loud for him to pick up the sound of the object approaching, so he wasn’t able to avoid the impact.

He snapped his head towards the direction the offending drink had come from, his tail flicking upwards into a threatening curve over his shoulder. For a moment, his violet eyes screamed of death. But not for long, as he caught sight of the ringleader standing nearby, seemingly waiting for Tyrian to retaliate so he could chastise him.

Grin and bear it. Keep smiling.

🌱- WILDCARD!!!

In the years he had been indulging in his little guilty pleasure, he had grown deadlier. Once he’d learned how to tap into his own aura, the average person simply couldn’t put up much of a fight against him anymore. Not that he didn’t like a good clean, easy kill, but from time to time he would treat himself to more... worthy prey.

This was one such night, as he stalked the girl through the woods, waiting for his chance to strike. She was rather young, but he had an unshakeable feeling that she had also learned to use aura. Perhaps she was training to be a huntress. He didn’t know, and frankly didn’t much care. All he cared about was that it would take him a little longer to finish her off, so he could really take the time to enjoy the experience. He had to wait for her to be far enough away from other people, in case she called for help, but Tyrian’s hands twitched as he grew impatient.

Once he had decided that she was far enough away, or simply that he was tired of waiting, he lunged from his hidden spot in the thicket and pounced at the girl. If this were to be quick, he would have approached from behind, but he wanted her to see him so she would have the chance to activate her aura before he struck her. And just as he had expected, she did exactly that; a cool teal coating her form before his blade clashed against it. Tyrian grinned at the resistance, his eyes wide with excitement as he pressed the attack.

The girl, to her credit, was putting up a good fight. She was armed, further crediting his running theory that she was a huntress-in-training. However, her experience was clearly geared more towards mindless training dummies and Grimm, her movements were predictable and she was losing ground quickly. He had managed to corner her before her aura was broken, but she was being surprisingly brave given her situation. She only glared at him as he held her in place there, intending to cut at her aura in a way she would feel, before it cracked under the pressure, opening up and allowing Tyrian to start the real fun.

He relished in the thought of killing her slowly, it had been too long since he’d treated himself to something so drawn out. His tongue peeked out of his mouth the tiniest bit, swiping across his thin lips as he became distracted by all the possibilities that laid before him.

He was snapped out of his fantasies when he noticed the girl’s glare suddenly twist into an expression of discomfort, then distress, before melting into agony. Odd, he hadn’t done anything to her yet. Or at least he thought, until he noticed the dim purple glow radiating from his hands as they held the girl in place. Where they dug into her wrists, he noticed the glow eat away at her aura, as though he were making it dissolve. It was noticeably different from the aura breaking entirely, and it fascinated him.

It must be a deeply invasive feeling, to have your very soul ripped into, if the girl’s anguished face was anything to go off of. It took a moment of him staring intently at where his aura seemed to cut into hers before it clicked with him what this meant. A dark chuckle rumbled within him, intensifying to a cackle as the pain apparently became too much for the girl to take silently. She let out a scream, and Tyrian’s eager hands gripped at her throat to silence her, cutting into the aura at her neck and giving him an idea. He gripped his blade once more, and drove it into her exposed throat. Sure enough, the aura did not protect it.

Although, it was a bit of a shame that he chose a spot so vital. He had meant for this to last longer.

After wiping the blood off his hands, he stared down at them, willing them to glow with that energy once more. He continued that for a while, activating and de-activating this newfound power. He contemplated what it meant. This had to be a semblance, no doubt. He’d finally discovered the ability he had that was unique to him, a reflection of his soul.

And its sole use....... was to harm his fellow man.

There was no other way to employ it. If it cut through aura, it would be useless against Grimm, and has no other utility or creative applications. It was simply a tool to make it easier to kill. That was the power he was blessed with.

He had the feeling that he was designed to hurt people for a long time now; it was why his parents were so afraid of him, it was why killing came so naturally, felt so right to him. This new development was irrefutable proof. He was born to be a killer. It was his destiny. To fool himself into thinking the circus would grow on him if he just stuck with it longer was to deny his true calling and his true potential. He would delude himself no longer.

When his troupe woke the next morning, they wouldn’t find a single trace of him, nor any clue to where he’d gone.

#;take a hammer and fix the canon [headcanon]#death cw #//im in a circus tyrian mood today ig #Anonymous

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mosaicofdreamsanddragons · 4 years

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Born of Denial (A Clone’s Tale)

Link on to this on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27074746

His first memories was of the leftover destruction that had once been some sort of threat. The original, his creator, was talking fast to a girl beside him. Mei supplied memories that were not his. Something about a new training regimen which would take a while, and not to expect him back. Then he’d hopped off. To go train under the black monkey whispered his not-memories.

Hmm, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but he had a bit of a problem with that. Something niggled at his memories. No, that was an understatement. This jarring feeling of unease was only dwarfed by the all-consuming need to chill that he was sure he’d been created from. Against his inborn nature to let things play out of their own accord, he grabbed his retreating original’s arm and opened his mouth and struggle for a bit to get language down. “Danger,” he finally managed to get out.

“I’ve never seen one do that before!” said Mei. “Is that normal?”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” said his creator to him. “But the danger’s gone.”

The time it took his creator to say that did such wonder for his vocal cords that he suspected magic was behind it. It did not, however, grant him eloquence or persuasion and further discussion on the matter proved to be futile. Actions also failed to sway his creator, who just shrugged off his newly born clones incessant tugging and bounced off to train with the suspicious monkey. Leaving said clone alone struggling with how to handle this leftover unease, which was clearly not his because he’d been born from the desire to chill. Clearly.

As per his not-memories instructions, he goes about the original’s day. And those wiggling anxieties don’t bother him at all because he’s the master of calm nonchalance, if he does say so himself. For evidence of his mastery over baseless fears, look no further than the reactions of the others… Mei takes him to an arcade and he manages to smile in the crowded place where there is nowhere to hide…from how cool he looks! Yep! That’s it. That’s all that’s going on.

And he’s not relieved at all when Mei decides they should head home after only one round of their game or that she walks him home to his apartment. They play video games on his couch while she texts something on her phone to… Sandy he thinks, given the cat emojis. He can’t make out anything else. He’s too busy checking the window and doors to make sure they are secure because it might be cold tonight.

The next day Pigsy greets him with a, “My kitchen is a mess. You’re on dishes.” He gets to work, periodically glancing up to watch those who come in. He would have merely listened for entries but he can barely make out what Pigsy and Mr. Tang are saying and they’re barely on the other side of the room.

“….bit of mindless work all he needs.” Says Pigsy.

Mr. Tang reply is nearly unintelligible. “something-something- Sandy.”

He watches as Pigsy moves off. Is he making the deliveries today? Mr. Tang takes the opportunity to swoop over to the counter and regale him with a Monkey King story. Mr. Tang does this sometimes, his not-memories whisper. He ignores them because he doesn’t want to have the story spoiled for him. He still watches the door but now its for Mr. Tang’s sake (and his own if Pigsy caches him).

Sandy shows up next. Mo in tow. Mr. Tang waves him and his tea pot (how was that boiling he was literally carrying it) over and proceeds to tell another story while Sandy placed Mo down. Immediately the cat jumped on the counter and started nudging at the clone doing the dishes.

He stared at Mo. Mo stared at him. Slowly he reaches one hand out and rubs it down Mo’s back. Mo purrs. Red Son does not burst in. The mysterious monkey does not come in. Even Pigsy does not come in. The boy feels himself smile. Everything was fine.

He doesn’t notice Mr. Tang’s story drop off, or see the look that passes between the two older men.

He does hear Mei and Pigsy burst in. He’s on his feet in an instant but Pigsy doesn’t even scold him for slacking off. All he says is, “We’ve got trouble.”

Upon seeing the bull demon minions he wants to scream, “I WAS RIGHT!” to the stars above. The only reason he didn’t was he knew that wouldn’t be very chill of him. Still he can’t contain the elation that comes with being proven right. He knew something was wrong, he knew it. Even the original didn’t see it but he did!!! Mei takes his elation as battle confidence and laughs. Together they lunge at the approaching demon bull minions.

It doesn’t work.

He wracks his not-memories for answers and tries again.

It doesn’t work.

He doesn’t understand. These are small fry. He takes these out all the time.

It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work. It doesn’t work.

Its Pigsy who drags him away from the battle. Mr. Tang is already driving the truck. Sandy had Mei.

It didn’t work. He threw everything he had at it and it wasn’t enough. There is nothing he can do.

Except wait for the original.

He suddenly becomes aware of his breathing. It was fast. He’s squished into Pigsy’s truck, between the door and Pigsy himself. He can just make out the demon bull minions as they pull away. They have a light blue afterglow.

Pretty.

He reaches deep into himself and pulls out the emotion he was built on, drawing it over himself like a shield. There was fear there, always had been. But he was made to relax in the face of danger. He could do this. It’s like looking thought a veil at the world.

He blinks into reality. Pigsy is upset. But his words don’t really reach him. They are thrown from side to side by Mr. Tang’s bad driving. He lets himself move with the car. It’s just like a ride at an amusement park.

The practically slam into the docks and catch air as they move onto Sandy’s boat. Neat.

He feels Pigsy pull him out of the car and half stumbles after him. He hears Mr. Tang rev the engine again and pull the truck behind some crates. He sees Sandy cradling an unconscious Mei in front of him. Pigsy’s incessant pulling draws him into the elevator and the smell of five sweaty bodies choke him until they are finally able to exit into the secret base.

The secret base is cool. Colorful gadgets he’s only really seen used in not-memories cover the walls. He really wants to explore, but he’s guided to the tv area. Mei is placed on the couch by Sandy before he runs off to find something. Pigsy place the boy at the edge and holds up his fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up kid?”

There are three. “Three,” he replies.

Pigsy lets his fingers drop and starts checking him over for something. Sandy materializes next to them and starts bandaging Mei. Huh. He hadn’t noticed she was bleeding. Pigsy starts adding bandages to him too.

The three adults are talking over him. “The kids will need time to recover…”

“Someone should stay with them. The other two might be able to do something with the tech in here.”

“Maybe we should wait for the kids to wake up….we’ll have time to rest and plan and we can go in as a team…”

Mei stirred. Good. She’d be able to show him around. That would be fun.

She does not get to show him around the base. When she’s able to move she’s mainly talking to the others about the plan of attack. He wanders the base by himself until one of them corrals him back to the main team.

They end up going out again. And again. And again. Each time they bring out some of the tech from their hide out, and every time it fails. He wonders if they are supposed to be learning something from all of this. But when he voices his musing, Mr. Tang only sighs.

“I don’t know what to tell you. It’s the only plan we’ve got.”

Its Pigsy who insists on going out again and again. Every time they get out there he tries to get to the shop. They never make it. And every time the return he shrugs off whatever injury he has and goes to grab the next weapon on the wall. And every time its Sandy who stops him with a nod to the rest of the group.

Every time, they are a sorry sight. Mei is almost always injured; always the first to throw herself into battle. Mr. Tang fares poorly as well, often a result of covering for someone. Sandy takes the most damage from carrying one or more of their unconscious bodies to safety.

Pigsy takes more damage than any of them, save Mei, but that doesn’t stop him. Nothing stops him. Nothing but the sight of his injured companions and Sandy’s quite “I don’t know what to tell you, but we need to rest.”

There is exhaustion in Pigsy’s eyes.

The boy, on the other hand, is fine. He doesn’t do well in fights but, since he’s mastered the art of chill, it’s not like it bothers him anymore. And yeah, the headband and jacket attract trouble but Mr. Tang always pulls him out. And sure, Mr. Tang sarcasm output is directly proportional to the times he’s pulled the boy from death’s door but it’s not like he can solve that problem. Things he cannot control he doesn’t worry about. Not a bit.

After the same old song and dance with Sandy talking Pigsy down from running off on “Patrol” again, they settle into their down time activities. For the boy this means chilling on the couch and pretending the tv works. Or wandering around the base for the umpteenth time. Or trying to make a tower out of all the discarded and broken weapons. Today he sits on the couch next to Mei and tries to pretend the game system is running. It would be a survival game. One of those post apocalypse ones.

Sandy heads up to fish once he’s sure no one needs medical attention and Pigsy isn’t going to run off again. They are low on food. Which may sound bad but how big of a problem is it really if none of them are in the mood for food? Sandy never heeds this logic and instead risks daily visits to the surface for fish with only Mo to stand watch. The cat, at least, enjoys the daily fish surplus.

Mei spends her down time as she always does, staring at her phone. It’s a pointless endeavor, he knows, the bull demon minions were careful to get any transmitter and effectively downed the internet and cell service. They even went after old fashioned phone lines and radio transmitters. But Mei doesn’t stop hitting redial and a recording plays the line “I’m sorry we were unable to reach the number you dialed” over and over again.

Mr. Tang stands before the monitor, watching the destruction. Buildings destroyed, people screaming they couldn’t make it in time to help, movements of bull demon minions they can’t stop all broadcasted to the rest of the hideout. The boy had learned to tune it out, same as with Mei’s redials.

When unable to go back out on “patrol,” Pigsy often sorts through the weapons in the area for something they can use next time. He used to cook but they ran out of noodles two days ago. Used the last spices the day before that. Yesterday they ate the last of their vegetables. So today all cooking waits until Sandy brings ingredients up from the ocean. Without any food to prepare, Pigsy can only sort though the pile of broken weapons for something that might have survived their last encounter with the enemy.

Each sound from the monitor makes Pigsy tense. The screams make him flinch. The destruction makes him drop whatever he’s holding roughly back onto the ground. His shoulders are hunched and his hands are shaking.

A sudden explosion from the monitor makes them all jump. Or rather it makes the boy jump, Mei just glance up from her phone before dropping her head again to hit redial. Pigsy rises from what he’s doing and stocks over to Mr. Tang. “Stop it or let me go out again,” he almost growls.

Instead of snapping back with a sarcastic quip Mr. Tang just glances up from the monitor and says quietly, “We are going to have to leave.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve been saying…” begins Pigsy but Tang cuts him off.

“I mean we are going to have to relocate our base.”

“Why?” says Sandy, stepping out of the elevator, smelling of fish. “We are doing pretty good here, as far as supplies go.” He holds up his catch of the day. Which they will eat without vegetables or spices or noodles. They are even down to their last teabag.

Mr. Tang doesn’t answer. Instead turns from the group and pulls up images on the monitor. Videos of demon bull king minion attacks in their area spring up. There is nothing unusual about that.

“Over the past few days,” says Mr. Tang. “They have been more and more sightings around our area. And those sightings almost all happen mere moments after we have left. I don’t think that’s a coincidence. They are hunting us, and they are getting closer.”

There is silence in response only to be broken by “The number you are trying to reach…” from Mei’s phone. She isn’t looking at it but the sound echoes over the room.

“We could try my parent’s house,” she whispers, but they all hear her fine. “Just until things cool down.”

No one replies for a moment.

“That’s an option,” Mr. Tang begins carefully. “And could be really helpful for a while but…”

“…but we’ll need a way to get there that’s undetectable,” says Pigsy quickly. “Something they won’t recognize. Like my truck.”

“How is your truck unrecognizable?” snaps Mr. Tang. Pigsy looks at him and flicks his eyes to Mei who has turned her attention back to her phone.

“We could paint it!” says Sandy quickly. “A fresh coat of paint would do the old girl some good!”

Mei perks up at that, glancing up from her phone again. “Let’s paint it green!”

Pigsy raises his hands up to ward off imaginary painters. “Now hold up,” he says. “This is my truck, and I say if we are going to do this, we are going to do this in colors that I like.”

“I have a can of orange?” said Sandy. He pulls his fingers up and ticks off imaginary paint buckets. “And black and blue, and maybe a bit of yellow.”

“Green!” says Mei, her phone dropping from her hand onto the couch.

“How about a design?” say Mr. Tang turning to her and the boy. “Something out of one of your video games, the ones with the spiky outfits.”

“Why don’t we wait until we see what Sandy has?” says Pigsy and motions for the others to follow him and Sandy. As they troop towards the elevator Pigsy leans over and loudly whispers, “Please, for the love of everything, tell me you don’t have that much yellow.”

Sandy, it turns out, does not have a lot of yellow. He barely has any at all. Undeterred, Mei tears apart Sandy’s arts and crafts supplies to see if she can find more. The rest of them find themselves staring at the truck contemplating its future makeover.

“What’s the most inconspicuous design we have?” says Mr. Tang fiddling with his glasses. “Should we draw a bull demon minion on it and let them think it’s one of theirs?”

“This is my truck,” mutters Pigsy, “And I’m not putting an enemy logo on it!”

“What if we tried subtly expressing our anger through signs that they might not be familiar with?” Sandy says. He runs his fingers through his beard. “I took a few art classes for therapy and I know a thing or two about symbols with hidden meaning.”

“Well then make something to do with noodles and down with the demon bull king,” Pigsy says with a wave of his hand. He moves closer to the truck as if surveying a design. “And I’m not all that great with art so you make the lines and I’ll fill in.”

Sandy gets to work. Pigsy joined in and Mr. Tang follows. But not before placing a brush in the hand of the watching boy.

He slowly joined in. It’s more fun than fake video games.

He didn’t notice how Mr. Tang took the opportunity to slip away once the boy was immersed in his craft. Didn’t notice how he started loading food, water, and blankets into the back of the truck. He was too busy following the lines Sandy drew and trying not to (not) splash paint on Pigsy.

Mei burst out of the boat with a shout that made them all flinch. Paint got everywhere, seagulls flew off, and Mr. Tang dropped the pillows he’d been loading into the truck. Mei seemed to realize what she’d done and covered her mouth. There were a few moments of tense silence.

The seagulls settled back on the ship.

Mei pulled her hand from her mouth and whispered loudly, “I’ve got the best idea!” And she held up her hands, which, he now realized, were full of spikes. “We can get outfits to match the truck!”

The adults exchanged glances. New clothes would be nice, but none of them had any on the boat. Except for Sandy of course. “With what?” said Mr. Tang, side eyeing Sandy.

“With this!” said Mei. “A little work on these old spiked armor and we could get it to fit us! It’ll be an apocalypse makeover! And the best part is we get to feel like we’re in new clothes without actually having to be in new clothes!”

She handed the spikes, which the boy could now see were attached to shoulder pads, over to Pigsy. Then she went running back in to return with belts and goggles.

They ended up leaving later than planned. No one cared. Mei was laughing again, excitedly trying to get their costumes to mimic her favorite video game characters.

And he would be lying if he didn’t say he joined in. He wandered next to her and provided second opinions on the costumes. And first opinions. This was his apocalypse game too. Pigsy let them put the smidge of yellow paint onto his face. Mr. Tang accepted an ammunition belt. Sandy didn’t even argue when they gave him a shirt.

But when it was his turn to get dolled up he took one look at the red headband Mei was wearing and said, “No thanks, I’m good.”

“C’mon!” she said. “You can’t just dress everybody up and then not dress up yourself!”

He looked at the red headband she had tied around her head.

In the game that was done to honor the dead.

“No,” he said. “I’ll pass.” And he stomps into the truck. He can hear Pigsy telling Mei not to press him but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. The original isn’t dead. He can’t be.

When the others crowd in the good mood from moments before has evaporated. Pigsy drives.

In hindsight they should have seen this coming.

“Pigsy this is the way back to the shop,” says Mr. Tang.

Pigsy’s shoulders rise up. “So what?”

“So the point is to avoid suspicion!” snaps Mr. Tang.

“I’m driving and it’s my shop, we’re going to pass by it!”

“We’ll just draw more attention to ourselves!!!”

“How about some tea?” says Sandy producing a teapot from nowhere.

“Stay out of this!” they both growl. Sandy’s teapot vanishes.

The boy fights the urge to stick his hands over his ears. It’s fine. He can handle this. He’s chill. Everything is chill. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Mei gripping her phone. She hits a familiar button again.

He takes a breath and counts the seconds for the familiar message. One to dial. Two to dial. Three to dial.

The phone clicks.

The car is so still they can all hear the voice of two worried people through the phone. Mei drops it, and fumbles around. Tang finds it and wordlessly hands it over, fight forgotten. Mei grabs it and holds it up to her ear.

“Hi Mom, Dad.” Mei says in a happy voice, but the tears in her eyes make it come out thickly.

Pigsy keeps driving in the direction of the shop. No one comments on it.

Mei is done talking by the time they reach a familiar street. Bull demon minions crawl all over Pigsy’s pride and joy, and some poor kid is standing right int front of them. Some poor kid with an orange jacket and red headband…

Mei, Pigsy, and Sandy are out of the car in a flash. He’s to stunned to move so he waits inside with Mr. Tang.

The others explain the situation to his baffled creator. When he turns his attention to him wondering why he couldn’t prevent all this he just shrugs. There really is only one thing to say: “I don’t know what to tell you guy.”

MK feels the rush of memories flood in him, but they are blurred. His boy hadn’t really been paying attention to the details. So instead he asks for clarification. “What happened?”

Mr. Tang tells a tale that gives meaning to the images that his boy left in his brain. Also the deep aching fear leaking through shields of denial. Well no need to fear. The Monkie kid was here to save the day. For the sake of everyone. And for the sake of his boy.

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