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Come here, Captain Levi Ackermann x Reader

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary: Getting kidnapped by the Scout Regiment was not on today’s agenda. Levi Ackermann being the one to watch you was an unexpected turn of events. However, don’t be fooled, You’re still in charge.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Oral (M. receiving) Fem!Dom!Reader, Sub!Levi, Corruption Kink (if you squint). 

18+ ONLY

A/N: This was originally just supposed to be fun and then I decided to add some spice.

Word Count: 2 070

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The streets of Trost were quickly filling up with people. The crowds were letting loose a series of cheers and shouts, all jeering in excitement for the King’s generosity. His decision to open up the royal food supplies to Trost was like a saving grace to the starving. 

Or rather, it’s excellent bribery. The king has been desperately trying to garner support from the lower class. This is most definitely due to the rising conflict within the government. Erwin Smith, Commander of the Scout Regiment, has been placed behind bars and will most definitely be executed. Whether or not that would be today or tomorrow, I’m sure they wouldn’t let me know.

Two days ago You approached the higher ups about the arrest of the Scout Regiment. They were uninterested in what You had to say, fully believing that the anomaly known as Eren Jaeger would be the end of humanity. Their fear is driving them forward and the Scouts were apparently plotting to harbour this secret titan power for themselves. You pointed out that that was ridiculous and was immediately slapped for my ‘insubordination’. 

Whatever the case. You’re now patrolling around the Trost district. The watchful eyes of a few of your subordinates are keeping you in check as many apparently believe that you’re a step away from chasing after the scouts and pledging my loyalty. All information regarding the situation has been kept away from you, you feel as though you’re being locked up in a cell despite your freedom to walk down a street.

This is ridiculous. A General shouldn’t be monitored by a bunch of recruits. They’ve even confiscated your gun, leaving you vulnerable with nothing but a knife. 

You adjust your jacket, the military police insignia sewn proudly onto the back. The Unicorn, the perfect creature for the biggest joke in the military. 

Glancing behind your back, you notice that one of your ‘babysitters’ is currently occupying themselves with a lost child. A young boy was tugging on his pants while he awkwardly tried to pull him off.

Perfect.

You duck behind the nearest corner and dart into the alleyway. Your boots thudding gently on the pavement. The thrill of finally dodging the watchdogs was like a fresh breath of air. And then.

“Don’t move”

Of course you would run into the only dumbass in the world willing to rob an MP. A knife’s sharp edge presses at your throat. The hand that grasps it connects to a young boy with blond hair and sharp eyes. Although, despite the fiery look in his eyes your instincts tell you that he wouldn’t follow through with his threat. He quickly grabs a ball of fabric from his pocket and stuffs it into your mouth. You let out an indignant shout but it’s muffled by the cloth, however before You can grab the brat You hear another voice, this time from behind you.

“Lift up your arms.”

Behind you, a heavy metallic object nudges you slightly forward. A Rifle, no doubt.

You slowly raise your arms as you feel the presence shift forward and grab them. You expect him to tie them together but instead he hesitates. It feels as though he is unsure of himself. Instead he brings your arms behind your back and simply holds them.

Well this is certainly awkward.

“You’re coming with us.”, says the blonde in front of me. 

You raise your eyebrows at this. Robbing an MP is certainly a bold move but kidnapping is a whole other ball game. Whoever these guys are, they’ve certainly got guts.

About an hour later You’re sitting in a remote part of Town in a stuffy warehouse. Luckily, you’re gagless as it appears no one here has anything to tie my hands together with. After the long faced asshole with a stupid hair cut tossed me into the corner you pulled out the gag and threw it at him. It smacked his head with a wet thud before rolling away. He let out a high pitched wail before vigorously rubbing at the spot, tossing insults at you like they were going out of fashion.

“Oi, Brat!” shouts a rather familiar voice. “Quiet down.”

In walks Captain Levi of the Survey Corps. The pieces begin to click together as you realize what’s going on. Despite the missing Wings of Freedom sigil on everyone’s back, you can tell that you’re looking at the Scout Regiment or more specifically, the Levi Squad.

Humanity’s strongest soldier is currently staring down at you, completely uninterested. You, on the other hand, are very interested to see him. Despite being a relatively strong soldier and Erwin’s right hand, he’s generally rarely seen around the Capital. His appearance has been described as plain but I disagree. His features are sharp and he’s incredibly lean and muscular. His dark eyes never miss a thing, an air of constant alertness surrounds him. He’s certainly the most attractive man you’ve seen by far.

You shift backwards a bit, your back now resting on the table. Two Glasses sit atop the wooden surface, completely empty. Levi notices the slight movement and turns to the two boys. 

“Why isn’t she tied up?” he says, face remaining stoic.

“Because I’m not into rope”, You respond dryly.

He sends you a glare before ordering them away to find something suitable to keep you still. You roll your eyes at this before fixing them on Levi. He leans on the locked door, the only other exit besides a window barely small enough to crawl out of three meters above you. His eyes feigning disinterest but any soldier with a brain can tell that he’s watching very closely. 

“So-”, You begin to say.

“Shut up.”

Excuse me?

“I thought I was here to answer questions?” you say instead. Why else would they go through all the trouble of kidnapping you?

His eyes study me and you can see he’s contemplating something.

“I figured Daddy’s little girl might have other uses.”

Ohhhh, You get it now, somehow Levi has figured out that one of the King’s dear advisors is your father. Little does he know, that man will likely rather leave me for dead. You couldn’t be a worse leverage. Although the phrase “Daddy’s little girl” coming from those lips have you smirking up at him. How very kinky, Captain.

“Well you know-”

“Quiet”

Oi. Let me speak.

“Captain”, You say with warning.

“General”, he retorts. His voice is surprisingly rough and low.

Who do you think is in charge here Captain? Despite what it may look like, You don’t think he has as much power in this situation as he thinks he does.

You shift forward preparing to stand up. You’re done being stuck in this stuffy place, you need to escape before everyone else comes back. Levi immediately straightens up in front of you. Despite his size, the amount of danger radiating off of him is immense and you don’t have a weapon on hand. The slow sinking feeling that maybe you’ve underestimated him begins to settle in. 

“Sit back down. You’re not leaving.”

Reluctantly, you shift back into place. Maybe escaping right now isn’t the best option.

He begins again, this time his voice drops considerably deeper, "If you move one more time, I swear I’ll choke you until you pass out”

His eyes have turned to slits. Suddenly you feel as though you’ve made some kind of mistake. However, despite his pretty face staring angrily into your soul, you feel incredibly excited. 

Leaning your head back, your eyes spot the two glasses sitting on the table. You tip your head to make eye contact with him. You hold his gaze. Warning signs flashing in his eyes as you turn your body to face the table. Eyes still locked on his own. You raise your right hand and sweep it across the table, knocking them onto the floor. The glass shatters instantly upon hitting the ground.

The look of surprise on his face sends your heart racing. Eyes widening as his face flushes red. You turn back to face him

“Alright”, You say.

You tilt your head back, looking down your nose at him. You brush your hair away from your neck and continue to stare intently at him.

“Come here, Captain”

He backs away a step. Excellent, you’ve caught him off guard.

“What’s wrong, Captain?” You taunt, “Are you not going to keep your word?”

He straightens up quickly and presses his lips together. 

Good. Let him put his mask back on so You can rip it off again. You quickly straighten up and hop onto your feet. Slowly, step by step, you make your way forward, until you stop right in front of him. His eyes burn into yours.

You lift up one hand and bring it to his chin. He exhales sharply. You bring your lips to his ear. Gently breathing in his sweet musky scent.

“Are you not the one in charge here, Captain? Or have you finally remembered that I outrank you?” You breathe against him before moving your head back. His face has completely reddened.

With the hand still on his chin you gently tilt it upwards and apply pressure, effectively pushing him back into the wall. 

“As a General, I don’t particularly like taking orders”, You say moving both hands to his shoulders before beginning an achingly slow descent. “I’d rather be the one giving them. Now stand still and be a good boy.”

Both hands finally reach the top of his pants and with a single finger begin to slowly trace the inside, moving across the inside until you reach his pants button. He jerks his hips towards you. He releases a sharp breath as you begin to unbutton each one before opening them. You run your hands back around to his waist and tug them downwards. They softly thump against the floor. You look into his eyes as you drop to your knees, he still hasn’t said or done anything to stop you. Excitement flares within you. The idea of having humanities strongest wrapped around your finger has heat flooding downwards.

You pull away the last layer of clothing separating you from his dick. His hand flies to the back of your head. Fingers tangling into your hair. You stare up at him. He doesn’t make a move to push you forward or away. The ball remains in your court as he simply stares down at you, licking his lips, breaths short and heavy. 

“Levi”, You say gently, breath brushing against his member as he begins to squirm. You smirk, “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” 

You place a kiss to the inside of his thigh. Another slightly higher, and higher again. His hips buck forward.

“Stop moving”

He stills beneath your hands as you decide to finally grab onto his hardened member, dripping with precum. Slowly but surely, you pump him up and down as he sighs out. you lean forward and place another kiss at the base of his cock. You run your tongue from the base, to the underside and all the way to the top where you twirl your tongue around the head. The grunt that accompanies this action urges you on as you begin to suck deeply.

He Whines out, “Y/N” 

You pause and he squirms some more. Hands gripping your hair harder. 

“Yes?”

“Please”, he blurts out. “More”

“Do you want to cum?”

He nods vigorously. Good, let Y/N break him. You do your best to relax your throat and breathe deeply through your nose. With a slow push You push forward all the way to the hilt. He Gasps. He’s panting now.

“Please”, he breathes out. Mumbling over and over again. You pull back slightly and let your tongue swirl around the head again. You look up and make eye contact. Mouth hanging open, eyes wound shut. His lips let out moans and whines.  

“Oh God!” He lets out before releasing in your mouth. You swallow everything before standing up again. You run your tongue over your lips before looking at him.

Pants pooled around his ankles, eyes glossy, mouth slightly open as his breathing begins to slow. His face is of pure ecstasy. 

“So are you willing to listen to me now?” You smile at him gently. “Or do you want to take a minute?” 

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warnings: smutty smut smut

pairings: jj maybank x reader

word count: 3,821

You were absolutely fuming. Your face was beat red and you were pretty sure if someone looked close enough, there would be steam coming out of your ears. Your boot clad feet pounded against the dirt, the chateau coming closer with every determined step you took. JJ Maybank was going to die, and you were going to kill him.

The chateau appeared to be empty as you approached it, but you knew better than that. John B wasn’t home, as you had seen him out on his boat earlier, but you had noted that JJ wasn’t with him. Kie and Pope had been at The Wreck when you appeared looking for the blonde haired boy, but again, he wasn’t there. You knew he wouldn’t be at his actual home, so that left one more place. You didn’t bother knocking as you yanked the flimsy door open, your eyes scanning the empty living room. With every step you took, the fire in your stomach seemed to burn hotter, the intensity of your anger almost nauseating. 

Your small fingers wrapped around the doorknob to the guest room, pulling it open and slamming it into the wall; you reminded yourself to apologize to John B for the new dent in the wall the doorknob had made.

JJ’s sleepy figure drowsily turned towards the loud noise, his blue eyes shining with sleep as he took in your figure. For a moment, you forgot why you were so angry at the boy as you looked at his shirtless and tired figure, his blue eyes pure and confused. But then you remembered.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Maybank,” you spit through your teeth as you dragged your body across the room, crawling on top of the still confused boy as you wrapped your hand around his neck, squeezing. It wasn’t hard enough to actually kill him, but it was definitely enough for him to widen his eyes as his hands moved to cover yours, a knowing smirk growing on his chapped lips.

“Always knew you were kinky,” he rasped, causing you to tighten your grip on his thick neck, taking a mental note that your hand was almost too small to fit around the entirety of it.

Rafe Cameron was hands down the worst person on the island. Sure, you and JJ argued often and poked fun at each other, but he was overall an okay dude, he just got on your nerves, and you got on his. Sometimes, you’d even consider him a friend, just... a really annoying friend. You had been bantering with him for years, but recently JJ had decided to take it upon himself to up the banter. It started with you finding your car full of balloons, or your bike being locked up against a street pole and only JJ had the key, but nothing prepared you for this. Nothing prepared you for Rafe fucking Cameron knocking on your front door at 10am this morning, his hands grabbing onto your waist and his lips crashing into yours the second you opened it. Of course, you had immediately pushed him off, your palm colliding with his cheek as you yelled at him. He yelled back, revealing that apparently, you had texted him this morning asking if he’d be “down to fuck. just between you two.” When you assured him you hadn’t sent that, he called you a crazy bitch, and a fight began between the two of you. It ended with you pinned against the wall of your house, his hands wrapped around your neck as he screamed in your face as you began to see black. Luckily, your neighbor saw the commotion and he had rushed over, yanking Rafe off of you as he threatened to call the cops.

It would’ve been funny, and you admitted that to yourself. JJ had no idea Rafe was going to react the way he did, but the forming bruise on your neck was a reminder of how wrong it had went. And you were pissed.

“He almost killed me,” you snapped, finally releasing his neck as your own started to sting. While he 100% deserved to sport the same bruise as you, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, flashes of Rafe clouding your thoughts. JJ’s eyes scanned your face after the words left your mouth before finally landing on your neck, causing him to sit up even more. You slid down his lap slightly and his arm shot out to catch you.

“Did he do that?” JJ’s jaw was clenched as his hand reached up, his fingers tracing over the skin of your neck, “I swear that isn’t... this isn’t what I wanted. If I even thought for one second he would hurt you I wouldn’t have done it.”

“I know,” you sighed, the anger slowly dissipating from your body. The anger you felt had mainly been directed at Rafe, but because you were scared to confront him after the fact, your anger had turned onto JJ. Now though, as you sat in his lap and his fingertips gently caressed the skin of your neck, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him.

“I’ll kill him, I swear to god. I’ll go down there and I’ll beat him to a fucking pulp,” it seemed that the anger that had left your body had been transferred to JJ, who’s hand was slightly shaking now as he moved you off his lap and he got out of the bed.

“No you will not,” you rushed out, standing up for them the bed and grabbing the shirt JJ was about to slip on from his hands, “It was a prank gone wrong. You’ve fought Rafe enough, and you usually end up just as beat up as him,” Your hand wrapped around his bicep as you spoke, latching onto him in pleading, “I was angry at you for a bit and... maybe thought about killing you myself, but I don’t want Rafe to be the one to actually finish the job.”

JJ let out a chuckle at the end, turning to face you as he nodded his head.

“Fine,” he agreed, letting out a sigh, “But if he comes to the Boneyard party tomorrow night looking to start a fight, I can’t make any promises.”

“Fine,” you echoed, “If he comes to the Boneyard party and starts something, all bets are off. You can have at it. Just... don’t bring the fucking gun.”

“But..”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

***

Rafe had showed up. Of course he did. You were sat next to JJ on the sand surrounding the bonfire, the other Pogues keeping an eye on the party. You hadn’t noticed him at first, not until JJ’s hand had slipped onto your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin. When you had looked over at him, his stance was tense and his eyes were locked on something in the distance: it was Rafe, who was looking over at the two of them, his fists clenched shut.

“Don’t,” you muttered, leaning closer into JJ’s side, your hand moving over his on your thigh. His grip was tight enough to leave marks, and the thought of having his fingerprints bruised onto your skin wasn’t an unappealing one. JJ’s eyes darted over your face before landing on the bruise on your neck which was now a deep black and blue, the shape of Rafe’s hand imprinted on your tan skin.

The other Pogues could sense the tension radiating off of JJ, and they all prepared themselves for the inevitable. John B and Pope had been almost as mad as JJ, wanting to go jump Rafe the second they found out what he did, and you knew if it came down to it, they’d both be fighting right alongside JJ. Kiara even threatened to go after Rafe, but the boys had yelled at her, pointing at what had happened to you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw Rafe and his friends making their way over to the bonfire, your body tensing up. You were scared of Rafe, and it was clear as you shrunk into JJ’s side, almost hiding behind him.

“Well well well,” Rafe chanted as he approached your group, his eyes landing on you and flickering to JJ for a moment, “Was a funny prank, Maybank. Your girls lips felt really fucking nice against mine, but you know what felt better? My hands wrapped around her throat.”

The events that took place next were a blur. One second, you were latched onto JJ, and the next, he was up and his fist was flying into Rafe’s nose. John B and Pope were quick to join as JJ took him down into the sand, his fists repeatedly colliding with Rafe’s face. He had been caught off guard, not expecting JJ to react as fast as he had, which gave JJ the upper hand.

Eventually, Rafe’s friends heard the commotion and jumped in, all of the boys swinging at each other and trying to pull the others off one another. It was absolute madness, but all you could focus on was how Rafe currently had JJ pinned. Your feet were moving before your mind even made the decision, and you threw your body weight into Rafe, trying to knock him off of JJ. He barely budged, just pushed at you with his hand before turning back to knocking it into JJ’s face. Kiara saw you, both of you making eye contact and nodding as she approached where you were standing, both of you ramming into Rafe at the same time, causing the boy to fly off of JJ. 

Your hands quickly flew to JJ, grabbing his arms and yanking him off the sand.

“Get him out of here!” Kiara hissed quietly and you tugged on JJ’s arm, signaling it was time to run. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to Rafe who was wiping sand out of his eyes, blood seeping out of his nose, but you fixed him with a hard glare and took off. 

***

Your home was empty as you pushed through the front door, your parents having left for a weekend getaway. It was quiet as you lead JJ to your bedroom, pointing at the door that lead to your bathroom. He nodded, heading towards it as you grabbed a small towel from your towel rack and followed him. He had pulled himself up onto your bathroom counter, his eyes watching you intently as you grabbed the first aid kit and settled in-between his open legs. His eyebrow was busted open, and his cheek was sporting a cut from one of Rafe’s rings, but other than that, his face looked okay.

“This is gonna hurt,” you muttered as you poured disinfect onto a cotton pad and slowly swiped it over the cut on his eyebrow, a small smile gracing your lips as JJ hissed and tried to shrink away, “Suck it up, Maybank. You threw the first punch.”

“He deserved it!” His voice raised in defense, his hand knocking yours away from his cheek, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him in warning. His shoulders sunk and he put his hands on his thighs, letting you go back to dabbing the cotton onto the cuts.

“He did,” you mused, tossing the cotton ball into the trash beside you, your fingers sliding under the fabric of his shirt and pulling it up so you could inspect his stomach.

“Buy me dinner first,” he joked, sending you a wink and you rolled your eyes at him, letting his shirt fall back down.

“I’ve bought you dinner plenty of times, annoying ass,” you laughed, patting his knees and pushing away from him, going back into your bedroom. You heard his feet hit the bathroom floor and soon he was standing in front of you.

“You know I am really sorry though, right?” The sincerity in his voice surprised you, your eyes looking up to meet his baby blues as he stared at you.

“Of course, JJ. Even I didn’t think Rafe was that unhinged.” JJ nodded shortly, and you could tell he was looking at the bruises surrounding your neck, “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just a few bruises, if it’ll make you feel better you can kiss them to make them all better,” you teased, but JJ’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.

“Really?” He was like a little kid in a candy store as he stepped closer to you, and your mouth went dry at the thought of JJ’s lips on your neck.

“I mean.. I was.. I was kidding, but if you want to...” you trailed off, JJ now standing toe to toe with you, his hand reaching up and resting on the back of your neck, his thumb placed under your chin as he tilted your head.

“I’ve been told kisses heal bruises,” he was looking down at you through his eyelashes, his pupils blown wide, your breath catching in your throat as he leaned down and slowly traced his lips over your skin. Goosebumps erupted on the flesh he was trailing over. Your hands reached out and gripped onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you as he finally placed an open-mouthed kiss at the edge of your neck, right under your ear. You knew there wasn’t a bruise on that specific spot, but as his tongue traced over your salty skin and he began to suck, you knew why he chose it.

“Thought you wanted to make the bruises go away,” you muttered breathlessly, and you could feel a smile against your neck. He ignored you, now trailing his lips across the span of your neck until he was on the other side, his lips finding that sweet spot right beneath your jaw. A whimper escaped your lips as he began to suck on the skin, the hand holding the back of your neck tightening as his free hand wrapped around your waist.

He continued his assault on your neck, making sure to suck on parts of your skin that Rafe hadn’t touched, his eyes rolling back into his head as you accidentally let a moan of his name slip through. He wouldn’t mind hearing you moan his name forever.

Eventually, much to your dismay, he pulled away. Your vision was hazy as you opened your eyes and looked at him, his signature smirk back on his lips as his eyes darted to your lips. You had been biting down on your bottom lip the entire time his lips were on your neck, and the skin was red and plump from your teeth.

“He kissed you?” JJ’s voice was almost a whisper as he spoke, and you looked at him confused.

“What?”

“Rafe. He made a comment about how your lips felt. He kissed you?” His hand was still behind your neck, his thumb now running against your bottom lip slowly, pulling at the delicate skin every now and then. All you could do was nod, the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his other hand trailing under the fabric of your shirt, his hand gripping onto the flesh of your hip, his fingertips digging in, causing you to arch your back slightly, your chest pushing into his, “Think I should kiss you now then, hm?” He was teasing you. You were nothing but putty in his large hands and he knew it. Before you could question him, or respond in any manner, his lips were on yours.

Both of his hands were now gripping your cheeks as you deepened the kiss, sighing into his mouth as his tongue ran across your bottom lip, allowing him entrance. You had thought about kissing JJ many times, and it had almost happened a handful of those times. Whether it was at a boneyard party and you two had had too much to drink, the lines between you becoming blurry, or you two had been bickering back and forth all day and the overwhelming urge to kiss him to get him to shut up, you somehow always refrained. As he pushed you back onto your bed, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you up to your pillows, you were completely and utterly confused as to why it had taken you both so long to give in. 

Somewhere between the floor and the bed, JJ had ripped your shirt off, tossing his own off right after. His lips were now trailing over your chest, his teeth biting at the flesh as his hands slipped behind your back and unhooked your red bra. You were grateful you had decided to wear the cute red lace set this morning as JJ’s eyes drank you in. Your bra was tossed across the room in one swift motion, JJ’s eyes memorized by your chest.

“Best tits I’ve ever fucking seen,” he muttered, his eyes moving to yours for only a moment before he was leaning down and sucking your nipple into his mouth, his other hand reaching up and cupping your other one.

You were in a daze with every feather light touch of his skin against yours, and you wanted more. Eventually, you both were rid of all clothing, his fingers buried deep inside your soaking hole.

“Jesus Christ, JJ,” your hips were grinding down into his hand, craving even more friction. His fingers were buried to the hilt, his rings hitting the sensitive skin, and you knew in that moment your own would never bring you to the edge the way they had prior to knowing what JJ’s felt like, “Need you inside me, JJ. Please,” your voice came out as a whimper, your hand reaching down and catching his wrist to stop his movements. 

“Are you sure you want this?” His wording was careful as he watched you lean over your bed, throwing your bedside table open as you rummaged around for a condom. 

“Yes,” you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him off of you and onto his back. He looked at you, his eyebrows raised in confusion as you crawled on-top of him, your teeth ripping the packet open.

“What are you- fuck,” before he could finish his sentence, you had rolled the condom down his large length, giving it a soft squeeze.

Generally, JJ liked being on top. He liked being in control and he hated giving up that control, but as he stared up at you and watched as you lined himself up with your entrance, he decided maybe, just maybe, he was okay with you taking control.

As you sunk down his length, both of you let out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling. You had always known he was big, but he was bigger than you imagined, and felt so much better than any of your dreams had lead you to believe he would feel. You sat for a moment, looking at him through your eyelashes as you adjusted to his size, your hips grinding down slowly to create a delicious friction between the two of you. His hands were firmly planted on your hips, and without warning he suddenly pulled you up slightly and rammed up inside of you. A loud cry escaped your lips as your body fell forward, your hands resting on his chest as you both began to move together, your hips falling down onto his roughly.

“Feel so good,” he moaned out, his head leaning back into the pillow as you clenched around him at the words, “So fucking tight.”

He was pounding up into you, and all you could do was drop your mouth open in pleasure, unable to make any noise you were so blissed out. The pleasure was coursing through your veins and gripping onto you in a way you’d never felt before, tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure built up, almost too much to handle. 

“Was like you were made for me, fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth, and the words caused your stomach to drop, the pleasure finally slithering its way to the surface as you cried out his name. Your body had dropped, your chest pressed against his as you buried your face in his neck, your hips grinding down as he continued his pace, riding out your high. Soon after, he exploded into the condom as he chanted your name under his breath, the constant clenching of your walls around him bringing him to his end. His arms wrapped around your waist as you rested against him, struggling to catch your breath for a moment before pulling yourself off of him and collapsing onto the bed next to his body. He ripped the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the bin next to your bed. Both of you were quiet, far too fucked out to speak, but when you turned your head to look at him, you found he was already looking at you, a dopey smile on his face.

“What?” You laughed at him, your hand reaching up to slap at his chest as his smile grew. He caught it with his, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what this means for us and all that cliche stuff?” He was still smiling as he spoke and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you turned onto your side to face him.

“I know you don’t do relationships. I’m not gonna get my hopes up and ask a question I have the answer to already,” he squeezed your hand, turning to face you as he propped his head up on his free hand, his elbow digging into your pillow.

“It’s not that I don’t do relationships,” he spoke softly, his eyes catching your gaze, “It’s that I’ve been waiting for you to realize I want one with you.” Your mouth dropped open slightly at the admission, your heart seeming to stutter in your chest as you took in what he said. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You had moved your body closer to his, pulling your blankets over the two of you as the cold air spread across your bare bodies.

“Don’t know. Kinda convinced myself you weren’t into me like that. Thought I had blown that chance with all the pranks and teasing, but. I don’t know. Something changed tonight I guess. Didn’t like the fact that Rafe fucking Cameron had kissed you, and I hadn’t.” 

“I would much rather you kiss me,” you laughed, cringing at the thought of Rafe Cameron kissing you ever again. JJ let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his body.

“Well then. You gonna let me kiss you whenever I want to?” His lips were now hovering over yours, a smile teasing its way onto your lips.

“Absolutely.”

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Headcanon #11

Yes! YES!!! I live for this! Thank you @nomnomcupcakesworld for this wonderful ask!

This can be a continuation of the Headcanon where MC is...

A Dancer~!

So MC has been O B S E S S E D with WAP for a while and he decided to learn the choreography, learn the steps, and dance to the song. The music is bumping on repeat in his room, so naturally, the brothers have to investigate exactly where is this music coming from. And they get to see MC in his element, and in his high-heeled glory. (This might be PG-13, so viewer descretion is advised)

Lucifer: “There’s some hoes in this house. There’s some hoes in this house!” Was all Lucifer kept hearing as he was doing paperwork. He decided to take a break, if only to find out what that racket was. He expected it to be coming from Asmo’s room, but stopped and grew a bit scared as he found that it was coming from your room. After knocking, he opened the door and his eyes widened and his face flushed as he saw you, wearing high heel kinky boots, and a flashy, showy outfit dancing to this song. He finally got to hear the lyrics a lot clearer, and he was surprised. He was surprised that you had the ability to dance like this, so provocative... made him think such impure thoughts... especially when you had your back to the floor, legs raised up, and your pelvis thrust up and down and back up. You then did a split and finally noticed Lucifer watching half terrified, half impressed. Terrified cause he had never seen this side of you. He then tries to play it off and say, “That split was done in sloppy form, but keep it up, and you’ll get there.” Before closing the door. But the truth was that he was already there himself~.

Mammon: Had just got home from causing a ruckus as usual. He was about to go to his room, when he heard the music, he has heard this song multiple times at the club, and he began to step rhythmically toward the source of the sound, but then stopped in front of your room. Now he’s thinking there’s a party going on in your room, and how dare you not invite The Great Mammon to a party. He opens the door frantically when he sees you dancing the WAP choreography. He was already in a booty shakin mood with the song itself, but he saw you dancing and he was in awe. He saw how well you shook your butt, swung your hips, he was in love. But he called to you over the music, making you stop. “Hey! You’re learning new choreography but you didn’t invite me?!” You chuckle and apologize to him, and then you both basically have a bit of a impromptu date, spending the rest of the night, dancing together, eating together, and just having a good time.

Leviathan: He has been watching anime all day and he can’t hear what’s going on cause of WAP blasting in your room. He struts angrily up the stairs to tell you to keep it down, and as he walks into your room, he is instantly overwhelmed by the volume of the music, the sight of you giving a performance, and then by the feelings he gets from the everything as a whole. He got more blushy and flustered as he kept watching you dance, but it wasn’t until you had finished with the split, and gave him eye contact that he retreated back to his room. He didn’t come out for the rest of the night because his heart kept on pumping faster, but he did manage to text you, asking if you could turn the music down a bit, cause he couldn’t hear what was going on in the anime he was watching. You turned it down of course, but Levi couldn’t focus on the anime anymore that night.

Satan: Same as Levi, couldn’t get any reading done because the song was so loud. He went over to your room, and reluctantly opened the door. He was as surprised as Lucifer, watching you dance with such precision, such fluidity, and such control. He was having his own provoking thoughts, only he wasn’t flustered, he was bitin his lip with desire. And when you finished in a split and gave him eye contact, he gave a blush and smiled at you. “You are a masterful dancer, but I would much rather you dance like that for me... I wouldn’t want to share your talent with anyone, especially not my brothers.” You want to do a duet with Satan, but Satan doesn’t think that high heeled kinky boots would suit him. You insist that he at least try them on. Satan does, and he acts over it, but truth is, he has never felt like a badder bitch ever in his life.

Asmodeus: As soon as he heard “There’s some goes in this house,” he screams in his room and runs out of the room and into MC’s. He is living for the outfit, living for the boots, and for the moves. He snaps and claps at the end of your number, and he is in absolute awe with you and dancing to this song. He wants to learn the song with you so you two can own the club again. Nightly training started tomorrow night, and by that time, Asmo had gotten a matching outfit and kinky boots but in pink. You both worked hard and Asmo tried different make up looks every night to make sure you both would be ready for both of your re-debuts. You even help Asmo stretch and have him be ready to do a split. Although you did have to teach Asmo how to twerk...

Beelzebub: He heard it coming from your room, and wasn’t until he heard the “Macaroni in a pot” line when he decided to check it out. By that time, the song had restarted, and you were taking it from the top. Beel was mesmerized as he watched you do your thing, he was eating while he watched you, and watching your butt jiggle reminded him of jello a bit. But he was captivated, and clapped when you did the split and gave him eye contact. He said that he was glad you were having fun, and had a suggestion: that for a full body workout, that you both try out a WAP pole dancing routine. You were all for it, as it was also a good opportunity to try out a new dance style. You both learned pole dancing together and got even closer.

Belphegor: Couldn’t get to nap because of your music. You had always made sure that he was sleeping before you started, because he was hard to wake up once he was asleep. But you had forgotten, and he was on his way to tell you off. But, he was as mesmerized as Beel was when you danced to this song. When you hit the split and gave eye contact to Belphie, you were scared because you realized you didn’t check to see if Belphie was asleep, and started apologizing profusely. Belphie said he would consider accepting your apology if you were willing to try out a bit of contemporary ballet duet choreography with this song. Of course Belphie wanted any and all excuses to be close to you, and you loved to give him the opportunity to be closer.

Flavor: Vanilla

Quarantine gives me a lot of time to write. Played around with this sexy little idea because I cannot get enough of this adorable pair.

I’ll be working on the requests and prompts you sent me. I’m still accepting requests. Has to be Tim/Rae though, so we can populate this fandom more. Please expect more in the coming days! 

I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this! 

Some smutness up ahead.

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“Dude that looks nasty.”

Tim hissed as he tried taking off his uniform. He sent a Jason the best withering glare he could muster through the haze of pain. Killer Croc had gotten him good in the fight earlier, taking a large swipe along the left hip. He gingerly tried to peel his uniform away from the wound. He stumbled towards the med bay where Alfred was already waiting to help treat his wounds.

Dropping cowl, gloves, and utility belt on the table, Tim walked towards the med table. He tried his best to hoist himself on the table without aggravating the wounds too much. What little movement he did though still had blood oozing out of the claw marks. Tim groaned.

“Those are quite a few, Master Tim.” Alfred inspected the wounds worriedly before pulling all medical supplies closer.

Tim groaned as Alfred tried to tug some of his uniform out of the way. He didn’t bother pulling off the rest of his top, Tim didn’t see the need to. “Yeah. That fight was nasty.”

“You have such bad shape, Drake.” Damian commented from the entrance of the med bay. He crossed his arms and gave his older brother an annoyed look.

Tim craned his neck to glare at the little monster of a 10 year-old. “Says the kid that got throw into the sewer.”

“You should go take a shower, Master Damian,” commented Alfred while prepping some of the gauzes.

“Yeah, buddy.” Jason sauntered into the med bay, patting Damian on the head as he passed him. “You stink.”

Damian growled. “Shut up, Todd.”

Tim sighed and leaned back on the table with his elbows to give Alfred better access to the wound. He looked between Jason and Damian, and gave them both a withering glare. “Don’t you to two have anything better to do than stand around here? Like maybe help Bruce with the report?”

“Nah, I hate filing reports,” Jason shrugged and noisily plunked down in one of the steel med chairs. “You’re more entertaining.”

“I like seeing you in pain.” Damian replied, not bothering to move from the entrance of the med bay.

Tim winced as Alfred began cleaning out the wound. “Geez, I feel loved.”

Alfred struggled with cleaning out the claw mark that extended towards Tim’s back. He tried to push the other half of Tim’s uniform away. “Master Tim, perhaps it’s best you remove your uniform completely. I can’t clean this out properly.”

“Uh, fine.” Tim winced and sat up, struggling to get the other half of his uniform off. Unceremoniously dropping it on the floor next to the med table, he gave Alfred an apologetic look. “I’ll pick it up later.”

“Hm,” Alfred did not seem very impressed. Studying his charge’s abdomen one more time, the old man paused, hummed, and continued with his work.

Jason absently fiddled with his phone. Ignoring Tim’s wince, he looked at the younger man curiously. “You up for some pizza and beer? I know this one place that makes a mean thin crust pizza and that fancy black garlic,”

Damian crossed his arms. “Alfred makes better pizza. Don’t go out and eat trash.”

Briefly looking at the young boy, Alfred his eyes softened slightly and he tilted his head just a little bit. “Thank you, Master Damian,”

Tim inhaled sharply when Alfred stitched one of the claw marks closed. Wincing through the pain, he tried to look at Jason. “Nah, man. I don’t think painkillers and beer is such a good idea tonight. I’m heading home after this,”

“Pfft. Pain meds never stopped me,” Jason swung his feet up on one of the extra med tables, much to Alfred’s annoyance. “Nothing happened to me, see?”

“Hah!” Tim laughed through a rather painful stitch. “Beg to differ.”

“Master Jason, could you be so kind and get one of the bigger gauzes in that medical cabinet next to you?” Alfred did not even bother looking up from tending to Tim’s wound.

“Sure,” Jason stood up and rummaged through the cabinet. Pulling out a couple of gauzes, he walked up to Tim and Alfred and placed them on the medical tray. Looking over Alfred’s shoulder he looked at the wounds and whistled. “That’s gonna scar,” Jason straightened and placed his hands behind his back as he continued to talk to Tim. “Imma give you my scarring cream. It works wonders, like I can walk around shirtless at the beach without having to worry about a shitton of scars. It doesn’t work on all of them, but, hey, the ladies always like some battle scars, so that’s okay. You just got to make sure you rub it in properly into the scar, and –”

Jason paused and blinked at his new discovery. A wide grin grew on his face and he switched his gaze between Tim’s pained face and his pelvis. “You kinky little shit.”

“Your mouth Master Jason!”

“What the?” Blue eyes flew open and Tim gave Jason an incredulous look. “What?”

Jason looked like the cat that ate all the cream and walked around the med table, much to Tim’s complete annoyance. Alfred being above all the petty teasing that would unfold in a few minutes, ignored the two brothers and continued with his work. Jason stopped on the other side of the med table and cast Tim a sly grin.

“Never thought you had a kinky bone in you,” crossing his arms, Jason grinned at Tim’s bewildered expression. He bounced on his heels lightly and cocked his head teasingly. “Always assumed you’d be a vanilla sex kind of guy, but this, you make me proud, baby bird.”

Tim looked beyond bewildered and tried to glare at Jason through the haze of pain. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Jason smirked and easily pointed down at Tim’s exposed hip bone on his uninjured side.

Tim frowned and looked down at what Jason was pointing at. His eyes widened and he immediately turned bright red. “Err,”

Jason tutted softly and gave Tim an amused look. “I didn’t know you were sleeping with someone – or seeing somebody for that matter.”

Still incredibly fluster, Tim leaned heavily on his arms and tried he best not to pitch forward and punch the shit eating grin off Jason’s face. He winced when Alfred silently continued patching him up. How long did this take?! “That’s none of your business, Jason.”

Jason looked delighted. “So there is someone!” He clapped his hands in glee once and bounced on his heels, his white tuft of hair falling into his eyes. “Who?”

“What’s going on?” An unmasked Batman stepped into the med bay and skeptically watched Jason patronize Tim.

Damian crossed his arms and threw an uninterested look at his father. “Jason is interrogating Tim about his sex life.”

Bruce threw his 10-year old son a bewildered look while trying to listen in on what Jason was saying. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes in exasperation, Bruce was sure he needed a Tylenol to fight off the migraine that was slowly starting to build. Looking down at his son, he basically told him to scram. “Go to bed, Damian.”

“But –”

“Take a shower and go to bed. You reek,”

Damian frowned and turned on his heels, marching out of the med bay. Satisfied that at least his minor son was out of the room for whatever sex talk Jason was shouting to high heavens, Bruce sighed. Sometimes it was hard being a father.

“It’s none of your business, Jason.” Tim frowned, his blush still wild and red on his face.

“I make it my business!”

“No you –” Tim paused as Bruce appeared next to Jason. Jason also stopped teasing but continued to give Tim a wide grin.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked looking at his son.

Tim shrugged. “Yeah. We’re almost done anyway. It’s not too bad after all,”

“Hmm,” Bruce nodded. Surveying Tim’s body for any other injuries, his eyes stopped at Tim’s hip. He felt his jaw tighten just a fraction of an inch and he stared at the little red marks on his son’s pelvis. Bite marks. Jesus Christ, he respected his son’s private life but – Bruce tried not to roll his eyes in exasperation. Ignoring Jason’s snickering, Bruce looked back up into the eyes of a highly embarrassed Tim, and he raised an eyebrow. “Make sure to invite your girlfriend to dinner with us one of these days.”

And with that, Bruce turned and left his two sons. He badly needed a Tylenol. Parenting grown men was hard. He could hear Jason howl with laughter.

“Ha!” Jason grinned, taking extreme pleasure out of the embarrassing situation.

Tim groaned loudly in embarrassment and threw himself back on the table, slightly wincing at the impact. Alfred sent him an amused look before finishing up his work.

~

It was close to midnight once Tim finally, finally, made it back to his apartment. He was still in substantial amount of pain, and embarrassment, once he pulled himself into his apartment. All he wanted was to crawl into bed, down a couple more painkillers, and sleep through tomorrow. Adult or not, it was mortifying to have your parent discover how active your sex life could be.

The hallway lights were on when he stepped into his apartment. He was sure that he had switched off all lights remotely. He was also sure that his security system would have detected an intruder. Surveying the hallway for any signs of an intruder, he visibly relaxed when he spotted a pair of familiar boots neatly stacked against his running shoes. Tim smiled.

Sighing softly, Tim pulled off his shoes and placed them next to the boots. Dropping off his keys in the little bowl in the foyer, he padded silently into his huge living room. Walking quietly towards his huge black sofa, he quirked his lips at the sight of long, pale legs and soft swell of a butt with black lace panties sticking out of a bundle of grey throw blanket. Smiling softly at the familiar sight, his gaze lingered at the tempting ass that peeked out of the blanket.

Walking around the sofa, Tim faintly wondered if he should wake her. Thinking it would be best to wake her so she could move into the bedroom with him (since he was in no capacity to pick her up, lest potentially bust his stitches), Tim slowly crouched down and gently touched the bundle of blanket where he could see a bunch of hair poking out.

“Hey,” Tim whispered softly, smiling when the blankets stirred.

Sleepy purple eyes popped out of the blankets. They blinked sleepily at him before a hand underneath the blankets pulled the blanket away and her face came into view. “Hey,”

Tim reached out and pushed some errand purple hair away from her face. “I didn’t know you’d be coming over tonight,”

Her lips quirked a fraction of an inch and she sat up, allowing the blanket to pool around her bare legs. She watched him crouched by the sofa and she eyed him carefully. “Dick mentioned Killer Croc’s attack tonight and I heard what happened.” Her gaze dropped to his torso. She placed her hand on his arm propped on the sofa and gently tugged him onto the sofa. “I slipped out of the tower as soon as I could.”

Tim grunted softly and sat down next to her, wincing slightly at the movement. Smiling at her, he dropped his hand on her bare thigh and squeezed. “Thanks, Rae.” He eyed her curiously.

Raven pushed her purple hair out of her eyes and stared at him. “Do you want something to eat?”

Tim tilted his head and sent her an amused look. “You’re gonna cook?”

“Hmm,” Raven stood up and smirked when Tim eyed her bare legs appreciatively. She nudged his hand away with her knee when it creeped up her leg and under the oversized shirt she was wearing. “I’ll go make us something to drink.”

Tim chuckled and watched her disappear into his kitchen. He heard her pull out their mugs from cupboards and other items she’d need for making coffee and tea. “You didn’t have to sneak out tonight, Rae,” he called into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I know. But I know you,” there was a soft clatter in the kitchen followed by the familiar aroma of coffee. “You’re going to pull your stitches and I’d rather you don’t bleed all over the bed. We just changed the sheets.”

Tim watched Raven reappear into his living with two steaming mugs. A small, playful smile was dancing on her lips as she handed him his coffee and she carefully sat down next to him. “I am touched over your concern of our bedsheets,” he teased and squeezed her thigh.

Raven hid her smile behind her mug and took a small sip. Carefully draping one of her legs over his left leg, she settled comfortably into the couch. Tim’s hand absently stroked her leg and they settled back comfortably.

Tim ran over the evening’s events to her, detailing parts of the fight and Killer Croc’s motive that evening. Raven did not look pleased for the most part of Tim’s storytelling.

“That was a reckless move,” Raven frowned.

Tim shrugged. “He would have gotten away with the kryptonite,”

“Still reckless.” She rolled her eyes when Tim chuckled. Pulling her leg away from his lap, she grabbed Tim’s empty coffee mug and placed their mugs on the coffee table in front of them.  Sitting up next to him, she raised an eyebrow. “Take your shirt off.”

Tim grinned at her and his left hand slid up her bare thigh teasingly. “If you want me naked all you have to do is ask.”

Her lips twitched at his playfulness. “I want to save our bedsheets. Those are my favorite,”

Tim chuckled and slowly tried to remove his white t-shirt. Wincing when he raised his arms, Raven leaned forward and helped him remove the shirt. Sighing, he leaned back to get more comfortable on the sofa with his both of his arms draped over the back of the couch and watched Raven inspect his upper body carefully. His eyes softened. “You don’t have to heal me you know,”

Raven’s expression softened and she offered him a smile. “I want to.” Gently placing her hand on his chest, she leaned forward and offered him a soft kiss on the lips.

Pulling back, Raven started pulling the bloody bandages away from Tim’s body. She paid rapt attention for any discomfort and her frown deepened when she saw the four claw marks that ran across his side. She recognized Alfred’s handiwork easily with the neat stitching but she frowned at how red and bloody the wound remained. She gently touched the side of the wound making Tim inhale sharply and his stomach contract. A little blood slowly oozed out of the stitched wound.

“Sorry,” Raven whispered, she cast an apologetic look at Tim. She sat up straighter and concentrated on the wound. Her hands began to softly flash white and they hovered over the wound as she slowly began the process of healing Tim.

Over the months they had been together, Tim discovered that he enjoyed the feeling of Raven’s powers slipping into and over his body. Despite how people would describe her as cold and deadly, her powers were warm and gentle when they could be. He quickly learned how giving and warm Raven could be, a side which only a very few knew about.

Tim felt the pain of his wound slowly ebb away and his body warmed as Raven’s healing process slowly finished. He felt the familiar tingle of skin restoring. He stared at Raven as she kept an intent eye on his wound. When the soft glow of her hands slowly faded away, he watched her sigh softly and gently ran her left hand along his now injury-free side. His muscles contracted at the warm touch and his body felt infinitely better than it had moments ago.

“There,” whispered Raven. She blinked, feeling a bit woozy from using her healing powers. She cast Tim a small satisfied smile. “Not even a scar.” Her fingers danced over his now healed side and watched the muscle contract under her touch.

Tim grinned and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side. His left hand slid down her back and rested on the dip of her hips. “I have the best and most beautiful doctor to heal me.” Tim kissed the crown of her head.

Raven chuckled into his neck. “You don’t think Alfred will be jealous?” She absently allowed her fingers to dance across his chest, tracing faint scars and moving along defined muscle.

“Al can tend wounds just fine. But he’s not as beautiful as you,” Tim grinned at Raven, who rolled her eyes in response. He absently stroked her hip and made himself more comfortable on the sofa just holding her.

Tucking her head under Tim’s chin, she relaxed hearing his steady breathing and heartbeat. Her fingers absently danced across his chest, tracing scars, and muscle lines and watching as his muscle contracted under her fingertips. Her hand stopped however along Tim’s abs (one of her favorite body parts on him, really), when she caught sight of something embarrassingly familiar.

“Is that?” Raven pushed herself into an upright position and stared Tim’s pelvis, exposed by his low hanging sweatpants.

“Oh,” Tim laughed sheepishly and watched as Raven stared at the love bite on the lower right side of his abdomen, just where his sharp v-line began. Her handiwork from the other night. “I forgot that was there.”

Raven blinked. “And everyone saw this?” To her horror Tim nodded.

“Bruce said to bring my girlfriend over for dinner,”

“Bruce saw?” Raven sighed loudly and dropped her head on Tim’s chest. She listened to Tim’s heartbeat, feeling totally mortified. She felt Tim soothingly rub her back.

“So, would you?”

She lifted her head and gave him a confused look. “Would I what?”

“Come over to the manor for dinner?”

They’ve been together for close to a year already but kept their relationship mostly to themselves. Tim respected that Raven was a very private person. Mainly because they wanted to stay out of the prying eyes of the media. And he knew she worried over Bruce’s reaction over them being in a relationship. Bruce was after all part of the Justice League that once shunned Raven for her demon heritage, that was a wound that Tim knew Raven still carried out around with her. He watched as a look of worry crossed her face.

“They’ll love you.”

Tim gave her an assuring smile and squeezed her hip. He felt his insides warm when she offered him a small smile. He knew that he was lucky to catch these quiet moments with Raven.

“Okay,” she breathed softly and smiled when Tim’s smile widened. Leaning forward, she offered him a long kiss and leaned into him. Pulling away, she tapped his chest with her fingertips and eyed him seriously. “But only after a couple of weeks. I don’t want Batman’s first impression of me being the secret girlfriend that gave his son a hickey next to his penis. My history with him isn’t all too great to begin with.”

Tim laughed and tucked her into his side. His hand slid down her back and sneakily slipped over her lace clad ass. Tim was always very touchy and he grinned when Raven wiggled her ass a little. Absently playing with the edge her underwear, he cleared this throat. “Well, fat chance,” he began. “Jason was there and I doubt he’ll ever let us live this down.”

“Ugh,” Raven dropped her head against his chest.

Tim chuckled. “Jason is an asshole sometimes.”

“All of the time,” Raven mumbled into his chest.

Tim squeezed her hip and nudged her gently. “He said he was surprised that I was into kinky stuff,”

“Oh?” Raven looked up at him and threw him a bewildered look.

Tim grinned playfully when he realized he caught her attention. Cupping her ass, he gave her butt cheek a gentle squeeze. “He said he thought I was only into vanilla sex.”

Raven propped herself up on his chest and raised an eyebrow at a highly amused Tim. “Vanilla sex?”

Tim gave her a cheeky grin and gave her butt another hearty squeeze. “Right?”

Raven pressed her body against his and kissed the underside of his chin. She tutted and sent him a playful grin before casting her eyes down his body and allowing her hand to trail down his chest and abs. Her fingertips ghosted over the dips of his abs and she watched in satisfaction as his muscles contracted. Sliding her palm further down she, smiled when Tim shifted and her hand lay dangerously low on his lower abdomen and she teasingly slid her fingers along the love bite by the sharp v-cut of his hips. “Jason has no idea what he’s talking about,” hummed Raven lowly and smirked when Tim inhaled sharply.

Raven’s fingers teasingly slipped over his low hung sweatpants and she watched in satisfaction at the growing bulge in front of her. She felt him shift and inhale deeply. Raven hummed softly when Tim pulled her closer, relishing the warm press of her body against his.

Nipping his chin playfully, Raven sat up and pressed her hands on his chest. With one fluid motion, she straddled him and rolled her hips into his. Sighing softly at the movement, Tim gripped her the swell of her hips tightly, knowing she’d enjoy the pressure.

Raven rolled her hips and felt his hard cock press against her core. She felt her body burn with desire as she relished the warm contact of their bodies. She felt the Tim’s strong emotions possessively lap against her, she practically purred as her own emotions tangled with his. Gripping his broad shoulders for support, she pitched forward and kissed Tim.

Long, callused fingers gripped her hips roughly, pushing her hips sharply into his. Tim groaned at the contact and allowed one of his hands to slip under her shirt and travel up her bare back. He caught her lips in a heady, desperate kiss. Each kiss was dragging out something primal within them and his fingers dug into her hips, earning him a satisfying roll of her hips and a soft moan.

Raven pulled back slightly, trying to desperately catch her breath. Shifting under her, Tim sat up and made swift work to rid her of her t-shirt. Relishing the feel of skin to skin contact, he sighed softy and kissed her neck. He felt his cock twitch painfully as Raven continued her dangerous rhythm against him. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders as his hand teasingly ghosted over her left breast before sliding behind her head and tangling into her purple hair. Tugging her hair gently, he angled her head and stole a searing kiss, tongue sliding over hers, and drinking a throaty moan greedily.

“Please,”

Only Raven could ignite such a delicious, delirious fire within him. Groaning softly, he easily picked her up and laid her onto their oversized couch. One of the main reasons why they bought this ridiculously big couch was for couch sex, if they were being honest. Easily tugging off his sweatpants and underwear and her lacy panties, he pressed himself on top of her and hiked her left leg around his hip.

“Fuck,” Tim breathed into her neck at the sensation of her wet, hot heat brush against his cock. Groping her breast, he kissed her neck softly before nibbling on the tender flesh. Pulling away, he kissed her soundly on the lips and nipped her lower lip earning a soft groan and a tantalizing roll of her hips.

“Tim,”

Humming softly, Tim lowered his head and captured one of Raven’s nipples in between his lips. Suckling and nibbling at the perk peak, Tim felt his cock throb painfully at the intoxicating keening noises Raven was making. He palmed her other breast and rolled the other nipple in between his finger.

“I need you,”

It was like a mad scramble of limbs, as Raven became desperate for release. Releasing her nipple, Tim quickly came to his knees in between her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance. Holding her writhing hips and greedily drinking in her disheveled hair and hooded eyes, Tim felt a mad rush of emotions for the intoxicating woman below him. Squeezing her hip, he quickly entered her hot heat in one fluid motion and pressed his whole body over her. Filling her to the hilt, both of them groaned loudly.

“Yes!”

Their movements were loud, wet, and frantic. With what limited space they had left on the couch, Raven wrapped both of her legs around Tim’s hips and frantically met each of his thrusts with her hips, moaning at the delicious friction. She felt full and hot, and so dangerously close of toppling over the edge.

Raven’s fingers dug into hard biceps as Tim continued to fill her to the hilt, his movements more frantic and his groans hot against her ear. Hiking up her right leg just a little higher, Raven clenched around his cock and she let out a throaty moan as he continued to hit just the right spot. She arched her back and pressed herself into his hard body.

“Raven. Fuck,”

“Tim – Oh!” Raven closed her eyes, dangerously close to her own orgasm.

Tim whispered her name like a prayer and pistoned into her, their hips meeting in a frantic haze. The wet sound of sex and moans filled the living room. Groaning loudly, he felt stars explode behind his eyes and felt his release explode just as Raven clenched around him and moaned his name. Collapsing on top of her, they frantically they rode out their orgasms. Tim nibbled her neck, making her moan and clench around his cock.

After a few more strokes, they collapsed against each other in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Raven felt herself slowly come down from the delirious high, and she wrapped her sweaty arms around Tim’s shoulders. Relishing the close contact, she softly squeezed him.

“I love you,” She whispered into his sweaty neck.

Breathing unsteadily against her neck, Tim lifted his head and gave her a languid smile. “I love you too,” he whispered. Leaning down, he tenderly kissed her.

Raven groaned softly as Tim pulled out of her, the sensation sending delicious shivers down her spine. She sighed tiredly when he adjusted their position on the sofa and rolled her on top of him. Gathering her in his arms, Tim kissed her softly once more and pulled her closer. Raven sighed contently as he gently ran his hands up and down her spine. Tim loved to cuddle.

“That was amazing,” he whispered hoarsely into her hair.

Raven chuckled sleepily and snuggled into his embrace further. “So insatiable,”

Tim laughed and squeezed her. “Jason knows shit.”

F is for... (A to Z part 6)

A/N: I think this is the longest part of this series that I’ve written so far. So enjoy ;)

Warnings: sub luke, boot licking (they’re clean tho dw), strict dom, flogging, some cbt, exhibitionism, some tears, sex club, collars and leashes, bondage 

Flogging

“And what if I hit him too hard? I don’t want to traumatize him!” 

“Sophie.” 

“I know he likes pain but there’s usually pleasure involved!” 

“Sophie! Shut up!” Sierra stands up and grabs her shoulders, shaking them. “You’re worrying too much. We both know damn well you’re a good dom. Luke has a safeword and so do you. You’re not going to traumatize him.” Sierra sits back down and rests her head on the back of the couch. “You can always give him a nice reward after for taking the flogging so well.” Sophie finally sits back down. 

“I’m just really nervous.” 

“If you want you could take him to The Ring and I’d watch to make sure everything goes well.” Sophie shakes her head. 

“I can’t show my face there again. Not after what Jane did.” Sierra drags Sophie towards her, holding her tightly. 

“Jane was a biphobic bitch.” Her lips press against Sophie’s shoulder. “She wanted a relationship and you didn’t, which you told her.” She squeezes Sophie lightly. “Plus, you ended it with her when you figured out you had feelings for Luke.” 

“And she destroyed my social life for it.” Her eyes are wet and she rubs them as hard as she can. “What if she’s still there?” 

“I have a shoot there in a week. I’ll ask around.” Sierra kisses Sophie’s cheek. 

The two women get comfortable on the couch and cuddle against each other. Sophie fits herself into the curves of Sierra’s body. She wants to feel small. The front door opens, Luke dropping his gym bag to the floor as he steps in. “Hey Sierra,” his skin is shining with sweat, curls flat against his forehead. 

“Do you want me to go Soph? Your boyfriend is hot and sweaty.” She disguises the concern with a joke. Sophie nods, hugging Sierra tightly. “Talk to him,” She whispers before getting up. As she walks out the door she squeezes Luke’s arm. The look the two of them share lets Luke know all he needs to. 

After the door closes Luke walks over to the back of the couch. “Hey Soph,” he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Come take a shower with me?” Sophie nods mutely. When she rounds the couch Luke takes her hand. He strips in the bathroom, throwing his clothes in the hamper. Sophie doesn’t do her usual routine of trying to start shower sex that Luke’s too clumsy for. The lack of a teasing smile worries him. Luke lets the water heat up, taking Sophie’s shirt off for her. He steps into the water, pulling Sophie in. The warm water eases the tension between her shoulders. She presses her body against Luke’s, resting her head against his chest. Luke runs his fingers through her hair. “Soph, you okay?” Their eyes meet, Sophie’s glistening until she looks away. 

Luke leans against the tile wall, his arms wrapped around her. Sophie is flush against him, content to just rest against Luke. He wants to move but knows Sophie wants to stay where she is. “I’ve gotta wash up Sophie, can you rest against the wall?” She moves with a heavy sigh and lets Luke rid himself of the gym grime. Luke steps forward, tipping Sophie’s chin up with a gentle nudge of his fingers before kissing her. “I don’t know what’s wrong, and you don’t have to tell me, but just know that I’m here no matter what.” Sophie tips her head into his hand and closes her eyes. He strokes her skin with his thumb. “Do you want to get out?” 

“Sure,” at least she’s said something. Luke tips his head back for a second and then blindly reaches behind him to shut the water off. He pulls her out of the shower and wraps her in a towel. Sophie smiles weakly when Luke ruffles her hair with another towel so its going everywhere. He wraps a towel around his waist after drying his own hair. 

After Sophie’s dry he takes the towel from her, putting her fluffy robe around her and tying it shut. Despite his aching muscles Luke picks Sophie up. Her head rests against his shoulder while he walks them to the bedroom. “Pajamas and then snuggles yeah?” Sophie nods as she’s set back down. She’s quiet while she changes. As soon as Luke drops the towel a hand smacks against his ass. He yelps and turns around to fake a glare at Sophie. She smiles back at him, her smile so strong one breaks out on his face. “Menace,” Sophie laughs at him while she sits on the bed. Only in boxers and a shirt he walks back over to the bed. He gets in and pulls her to his chest. 

“I love you,” she whispers as she kisses his jaw. “Do you have to go to the station later?” 

“I’m all yours,” he presses a kiss to her forehead. Luke lets her rest against him, trying not to pry. She’ll open up when she wants. 

It takes a few moments of silence but Sophie finally speaks up. “I’m nervous about flogging you.” Luke startles a little but remains quiet. “I don’t want to hurt you. And Sierra suggested going to this bdsm club so she could watch without feeling invasive. But um, that’s where Jane and I-

“Oh,” Luke breathes out. He just barely remembers Jane. “She’s who you were with before me.” 

“I wasn’t dating her,” Sophie snaps. “We had sex but I was not interested in her romantically. At all.” Luke squeezes her tightly. 

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Sophie sits up and straddles his waist. 

“Sierra’s going to check if she still goes there for me.” 

“I think we should go no matter what.” Sophie looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “I mean like as a ‘fuck you’ to her. You could wear your super tall boots and the most domme clothes you own. You could make me wear a leash and pull me around. And make me scream so loud no one has a doubt it’s you doing whatever you want to me.” Sophie feels his dick twitch under her. “You could do whatever you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind.” Luke squeezes her thighs. 

“You’re hard just from thinking about this.” He nods, cheeks pink as his hips buck. 

“I didn’t know how much I wanted it until I got the idea.” Luke groans as Sophie grinds down on him. “We don’t even have to do it at that club, we could go somewhere else. Fuck Sophie,” she smirks at him. There’s a dark look in her eyes. 

“I think for such a great idea you need a reward. Get undressed.” She climbs out of bed and opens a drawer, pulling out a hitachi wand. She turns it on, the loud buzz filling the air. 

“Yes Miss.” 

Sophie is beaming at him when she walks through the door a week later. She climbs over the couch and presses a hard kiss to his lips. “I just got off the phone with Sierra. Jane got banned for being biphobic towards other women. And that everyone there is very excited to see me again.” Luke beams back at her. “So I do have to let you know that people can walk into where we’re playing at any time. It’s against the rules to take pictures of club members in a scene.” Luke nods, eager to hear more. “I’m going to start gathering up stuff to bring but we’re not going until I know your work schedule. I’m not going to flog you and then let you go to work the next day.” 

“I get my hours tomorrow.” 

“Perfect.” Sophie starts walking towards the bathroom to shower but stops and turns around. “You didn’t say anything about people watching.” Luke’s cheeks turn red, his fingers fumble over the joysticks of his PlayStation controller. “You kinky fucker.” 

Luke is sitting on a rolling chair stark naked while he watches Sophie get dressed. She is adjusting herself in the bodysuit, staring at her reflection. Luke’s eyes are on her ass and she knows they are, shaking it while he stares. “You’re not playing fair.” 

“What did I say about being quiet.” It’s not a question, Luke says nothing. She grabs her leather pants and wiggles into them, buckling her belt as well. Sophie sits down and puts on white tennis shoes, not wanting to get her boots dirty. 

She grabs his shirt, sliding it up his arms. Only two buttons of his black and white shirt are done, leaving most of his chest exposed. Luke puts on his pants and shoes, only standing up again when he hears Sophie grab his collar. She fastens it around his neck, staring at the o-ring. “I’ll leash you up when we get inside okay?” 

“Yes Miss.” Sophie sits him back down in the chair. 

“Gonna let me put pretty makeup on you?” Luke nods, closing his eyes. The brush is soft against his eyelids as Sophie pats golden eyeshadow on them. One hand holds his chin to keep his face steady. He hears her shuffling through makeup until she finds the eyeliner she wants. She only lines his lower lids and smudges it. His eyes open again for the mascara, blinking up at Sophie. The highlight brush tickles his cheeks and he scrunches his nose when she brushes over it. “There we go all done. Wait setting spray,” Luke closes his eyes again. “Okay now perfect. Grab my bag and get in the car.” He scrambles up to go get it while Sophie pulls a leather jacket over her shoulders. 

Luke fidgets in his seat while Sophie drives to The Ring. Her dark cherry red lips have twitched into a smile while her eyes dart between the road and Luke. She reaches over and squeezes his hand. He smiles and squeezes back. “Be a good boy for me okay?” 

“I will,” there’s no landmark for the club that Luke notices but Sophie turns into a parking lot. She parks the car and steps out. Luke follows. She guides him inside and she’s immediately wrapped into a hug. 

“Sophie!” She’s lifted off the ground by a man that Luke has to look up to. Sophie giggles as she’s set back on the ground. “It’s been too long.” She nods, still smiling widely. “Gonna introduce me to your boyfriend?”

“Yes of course, Luke this is Henry. He owns The Ring.” Luke reaches his hand out to shake his hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” A flash of recognition crosses Henry’s face as they shake hands. 

“Your voice sounds familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” Luke shoots Sophie a worried look as his hand falls to his side. “I know, you’re that radio host who does those movie reviews! My husband loves your show!” Luke’s cheeks turn scarlet and he looks down. Sophie grabs his hand and squeezes it. 

“Henry, don’t embarrass him, it’s his first time doing this. Luke,” her hand moves to turn his face towards her, “you have nothing to worry about. Privacy is really important here. We’re not allowed to talk about other club members outside of these walls.” Sophie shoots Henry a glare and unzips her bag, pulling out a black leash. Luke bares his neck for her as she clips the leash around his collar. “I’m taking one of the rooms on the first floor.” She calls as she pulls Luke towards the big black doors. As they open Luke’s eyes widen. The club name fits perfectly, the two floors open up in a perfect circle for viewing the main area. “This is usually for clinics,” Sophie explains as she tugs him towards a room under the balcony the second floor provides. 

She opens the door, pulling Luke inside. “Get undressed,” she drops the leash and puts her bag on the table at the back of the room. Luke unbuttons the rest of his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. “Don’t make a mess.” Sophie doesn’t turn around. He removes his shoes and slides his pants and boxers off in one go. Luke folds his clothes up and holds them in his arms, shoes balanced on top.

“Miss, where should I put my clothes?” Sophie turns around and takes his clothes from him. Luke kneels back on the ground and puts hands behind his back. The door opens and a hand runs through Luke’s curls. He looks up and Sierra smiles down at him. Luke’s cheeks turn a faint shade of pink. She continues to pet his hair while she watches Sophie get her heels out. 

“Your boy is being very good for you.” Sophie jumps a little and turns around. She looks down at Luke and smiles at him lightly. The door opens again and Luke’s cheeks go redder, hiding his face against Sierra’s thigh. Sierra looks at Sophie before she moves away from Luke. 

Sophie carries over her boots, setting them down before squatting to Luke’s height. “No need to be shy Lu. Just keep being my good boy.” She presses a kiss to his forehead and stands back up. Luke can already feel the need to be touched by her growing in his tummy. He stares at Sophie as she puts her boots on. “Keep your eyes on me.” Luke nods, fighting the urge to look behind him when the door opens again. Sophie puts her hand on his head as she faces the people watching them. “House rules; no pictures, no touching, no talking. Luke what’s your safeword?” 

“Red,” he quietly tells her. Sophie picks his leash up and tugs him forward. The pressure against his neck feels amazing. She grabs a toy from the counter and faces Luke. “Stay still,” she walks behind Luke and unscrews the humbler. Luke groans as his balls are clamped between them and the humbler is screwed closed. Sophie got it specially made because the last one they got he was too tall for and could maneuver out of. 

He’s stuck on all fours until Sophie decides to release him. Luke loves it. Sophie puts the end of his leash on a small hook and picks up her flogger. “Beg for me to hit you.” Luke moans and looks up at Sophie. 

“Please Miss, I want it so much. Please hit me. I want my ass to hurt so bad I can’t sit for days. Miss I-” Luke yelps as Sophie’s hand smacks against his ass. Sophie walks over to his head and pulls Luke’s head up by his curls. 

“If you knew the first thing about flogging you’d know that this,” she dangles the flogger in front of his face, “isn’t going to hit your ass tonight.” Luke’s cheeks burn red while Sophie lets go of his hair. “Such a shame, I thought you’d earned this.” The sound of the flogger clattering against the table makes Luke’s head pop up. 

“Miss please I can be good. Please hit me Miss. I want you to hit me Miss.” 

“Stop begging, you sound pathetic.” Luke’s blush trails down his neck and covers his ears. “If you really wanted me to flog you you’d prove you were good enough to be flogged.” She walks back over, crouching down and grabbing his chin so he meets her gaze. “And so far darling, I’m not impressed.” 

“I can be good enough Miss.” Sophie’s lips twitch into a smirk and she stands up. Luke whines while she walks away. “I can be good.” 

“Then prove it.” Luke wants to whine out and ask how he should do that but decides its not good boy behavior. Sophie taps her foot impatiently and Luke understands what she wants. He moves forward and winces, the humbler tugging on his balls. 

It’s a slow crawl over to Sophie, the humbler preventing him from going too fast. When he finally reaches Sophie her foot stops tapping. Luke looks up at Sophie for a second before bending lower to the ground and licking at her boot. He drags his tongue over the side of her boot, parallel to the zipper. “Do I have to remind you again that I have two boots?” Luke’s cheeks flame in embarrassment. He lets out a small apology and kisses the toe of her other boot. Sophie shoves the toe into his mouth and Luke drags his tongue over the bottom of the boot. “Going to actually listen to me now?” Luke nods and hums around the boot.  Sophie removes her foot from his mouth and pulls Luke’s head back so he’s staring up at her. “Do you know why I can’t hit your ass with a flogger?” 

“No Miss.” 

“If I miss your ass with the flogger I could hit those trapped balls and that would be very bad.” Luke’s eyes widen in shock. “So, why can’t I hit your ass with the flogger?” 

“Because if you miss you’ll hit my balls Miss.” Sophie lets go of his hair and picks up a spreader bar.

“Get ass up face down,” she waits for Luke to get into position before cuffing his ankles. Sophie grabs his wrists and pulls them under his body, locking them into the spreader. Admiring the sight before her, Sophie lightly squeezes his balls. Luke jerks and moans. 

The tails of the flogger drag over his back as Sophie walks around him, her heels clicking against the floor. His head turns to the side and Luke remembers that they have an audience. Luke’s cheeks burn red and his cock twitches against his stomach. The thud of the flogger hitting his back causes a startled moan to escape his mouth. Sophie hits the same spot again, relishing in the redness that blooms on Luke’s back. She switches to the other side, striking right next to the first spot. Luke responds each time with a moan or a whine. As she goes back to the other side her eyes meet Sierra’s. She nods at Sophie and continues to watch Luke. Feeling more at ease, Sophie strikes harder. 

The reaction she gets is wonderful. Luke’s back arches up while he curses in pleasure-pain. She hits the same spot until his skin is quickly reddening. “Miss, more please,” Luke begs. Sophie quickly brings the flogger down and he screams. 

“Did I say you could speak?” 

“No Miss,” Sophie hits him with the flogger again. He lets out a strangled groan. 

“That’s right, I didn’t. So what makes you think you can speak out of turn?” Luke doesn’t answer and Sophie lets out a disappointed sigh. She takes his trapped balls in her hand and pulls. “Answer me.” Luke yelps and whimpers, Sophie doesn’t let go until he answers. 

“I wanted you to hit me more Miss.” Sophie scoffs as she walks around him. 

“You wanted me to. Luke, Luke, Luke, when will you learn that this is not about what you want.” She swings her wrist and the tails of the flogger smack against his shoulder blade. “It’s about what I want.” Sophie continues to walk around him, dragging the tails of the flogger on his red skin. “And do you know what I want Luke?” He shakes his head the best he can. “No you don’t know what I want so I’ll tell you.” Sophie bends down and pulls Luke’s curls so his head is forced up. Her eyes are filled with so much dominance it makes him shiver. “I want you to shut up and take this like a good whore. And then maybe I’ll give you some pleasure.” Luke dips his head down and Sophie lays it back on the ground. For a short second her hand runs through his curls, grounding him. As Sophie walks back around him to face their audience he relaxes into the cuffs, holding onto the comforting touch. “How many times should I flog this slut?” 

Their small crowd rattles off numbers but Sierra’s reply catches Sophie’s attention. “Think you can take twenty more lashes slut?” Luke gulps before falling into his role. 

“It doesn’t matter what I think Miss. You decide what happens to my body.” Sophie grins wickedly at him. 

“I think you’re finally learning.” She slaps his back with the flogger and Luke yelps. “Oh how disappointing. That wasn’t taking it quietly now was it?” 

“No Miss it wasn’t.” 

“So now we have to start over.” Luke shuffles around and makes a small noise in his throat when Sophie hits him again. As she hits him Luke’s head goes fuzzy. Everything seems to fade away except the rhythmic slap of the flogger against his skin. When Luke makes a noise Sophie is about to chastise him but she realizes he’s not fully in his head. Her nails lightly drag over his red back to hear him whimper and whine. “Are you being a good boy Luke?” He babbles a response as Sophie turns his head so she can look at him. She hadn't realized he'd been softly crying until she sees the black mascara stains trailing down his cheeks. Sophie gets onto her knees and brushes her fingers through his curls. “Of course you are, being such a good boy for me.” A whimper tumbles from his lips as Sophie continues to pet his curls. “Only two more and then you can get a nice reward for being so good for me.” 

Luke’s eyes flutter closed as Sophie stands again. She makes the two hits quick and then sets the flogger down. Sophie makes quick work of unlocking his hands and ankles before removing the humbler. Luke shudders, every nerve ending in his body alight. He doesn’t move as Sophie kneels back by his side. Her hand lightly massages his balls and Luke lets out a high pitched whimper. “You sore bub?” Sophie’s voice is softer but there’s still a hint of dominance. “Let’s get you up so I can give you a reward for being my good little slut.” Luke hears his leash get unclipped but it feels far away. Sophie guides him up onto his knees and holds his chin between her fingers. Glazed over blue eyes look at her but Sophie knows Luke’s having trouble focusing. “What do you want me to do to you Luke?” 

The question seems to confuse him as he stares up at Sophie. “It doesn’t matter what I want Miss. You can use me as much as you want to.” Part of Sophie beams with pride, the other part worries about just how far Luke has sunk into submission. 

“Need you to stand up Luke.” Unlike last time she’s ready for Luke to tip forward when he stands. Sophie catches him with ease and his arms wrap around her shoulders while his head digs into the crook of her neck. He mumbles apologies into her skin and small tears trek down his cheeks. “Shh, shh it’s okay baby boy, nothing to apologize for. Being so good for me.” Sophie wants to kick everyone out of the room so she can solely focus on Luke. He’s so vulnerable as he leans against her and Sophie has no doubt it's from the intensity of it all. She blindly grabs for her hitachi wand, thanking past her for putting fresh batteries in. Luke stiffens as the wand turns on before relaxing against Sophie’s body. A moan rips from his throat, his body shivering in pleasure. “There’s my good boy,” Luke keens at the praise. 

“Miss I’m so close. May I cum? Please may I cum?” 

“Go ahead baby,” Luke’s hips stutter a few times before he’s cumming. He chants his thanks as Sophie strokes his hip. She’s so focused on Luke that she doesn’t notice their small crowd leaving except for Sierra and Henry. Sophie turns the wand off and places it back on the table. 

“You got him Soph?” Sierra’s voice makes her head pop up. She stumbles a little as Luke rests more of his weight against her. 

“Yeah, I got him.” Sophie slowly walks Luke towards the bed on the other side of the room. Once he’s situated on his stomach Henry hands her a wet washcloth. “Thanks,” Sophie lightly presses it to the red welts before laying it over his back to cool the heated skin. “Will you bring me my bag?” Luke’s hand curls into the fabric of her pants. Henry brings it over and Sophie digs through it. One of her hands stays on Luke while she looks for her aftercare stuff. She pulls out some hard candy and unwraps it. “Suck on this.” Luke takes it into his mouth and suckles on the candy. “Good boy,” she runs her hand through Luke’s hair. There are still small tears trickling down his cheeks. “You did so well for me today. I’m so proud of you Lu,” Sophie kisses the top of his head. 

“Thank you Miss.” Sophie checks Luke’s back, his skin isn’t as hot as before. She grabs her soothing lotion and rubs it into his skin. Luke whines slightly at the sting. 

Sierra and Henry excuse themselves after ensuring Sophie has a handle on Luke. When the door closes Sophie relaxes. “Luke, you don’t have to call me Miss anymore.” He sits up slowly and grabs another candy. “Drink this,” Sophie hands him a bottle of water. As Luke drinks he starts to shiver. Sophie pulls a blanket out of her bag and wraps it around Luke’s shoulders. 

“I’m tired.” 

“Drink your water and then we can go home.” Sophie grabs a pair of pajamas out of Luke’s bag and sets them down. She gets off the bed and slides the fuzziest socks they own on his feet. “Arms up,” Luke sets the water down and lifts his arms in the air. As Sophie pulls the sweater over his head she presses a kiss to Luke’s lips. He grins at her widely. She gets a makeup wipe and gently wipes away the streaks of mascara on his cheeks. “Alright let me take your collar off.” Luke bats her hands away and pouts at her. 

“It stays.” 

“Luke I gotta take it off.” 

“No,” he whines. “Please Sophie, I need it on.” Luke’s eyes water and tears spill down his cheeks. Sophie wipes them away. 

“Okay, okay bub I’ll keep it on. But we’re changing it for a different one when we get home.” He nods at her and continues to drink his water. 

There’s a knock on the door a few minutes later and Luke jumps. “Come in,” Sophie pulls the blanket over Luke’s bare torso. Sierra walks in and smiles at them. 

“I’m driving you two home.” When Sophie goes to protest Sierra holds up a finger. “You really want to not be able to hold him for a whole thirty minutes after this scene?” Sophie shuts her mouth. “Also I Ubered here so you don’t have much of a choice.” She saunters over to Sophie’s bag and fishes her keys out. “Take your time, I’ll just be listening to podcasts.” Luke lets out a small laugh when she leaves. He rests his head on Sophie’s shoulder. 

“You ready to go?” Luke holds his empty water bottle up at her. “Alright then up we go, Sophie pulls him off the bed. “Now step in,” she shimmies Luke’s bottoms up his legs. “Give me a second to take off my boots and then we can go.” He leans against the wall with his shoulder despite the small sting. “Okay now we can go.” They double check the room and leave The Ring hand in hand. 

Luke falls into bed almost as soon as they get home. Sophie shakes her head at him and unbuckles his collar. She makes quick work of grabbing the softest collar they own. Luke hums in satisfaction when Sophie snaps the baby blue collar into place. He’s still cold and shuffles under the blankets. Sophie changes into her own pajamas and climbs into bed. Luke clings to Sophie once she gets in. She makes sure to not touch the welts on his back while he rests on her chest. His cheeks are a light pink and his eyes still shimmer with gold eyeshadow. Sophie feels him fall asleep and presses another kiss to his forehead before closing her eyes as well. 

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Just One Date? ~ Part 2

A/N: hi loves! Here’s part 2! not much to say about it. It’s really dialogue heavy compared to the last one. Not nearly as long as the last one but I guess it’s kinda close. lol oops enjoy!

“Hi gorgeous.” the low voice said walking past me quickly. I turned to look up and saw him wink at me as he left the room following my boss. I was doing some editing stuff while Tuch was in the studio doing an interview. Most likely one that I would be editing the next day. I tried my best to focus on my work but it was really distracting knowing that he was just one room away and that in less than an hour I would be leaving with him to go on date number two. It had been about a week since the first one and I was once again nervous. Not that surprising to anyone really. We had been talking pretty much non-stop though since the date which was really nice but I couldn’t help but still feel a little bit nervous to see him like that again. I’d seen him since but it wasn’t as big of a deal as another date was.

Again he decided not to tell me where he was taking me on this date which was annoying but kind of fun too. All he told me was to dress comfy in pants and not too loose clothes with boots. Some weird instructions let me tell you what but I did as I was told and just wore it to work. He didn’t want to wait for me to go home and get changed because it would be ‘burning daylight’ so we were just going to leave from here. I was completely wrapped in my thoughts when my boss and Alex came back into the room breaking me from them.

“Alright (y/n), I’m out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Lindsay have a good one. I’ll make sure to lock everything up before I go.”

“Okay cool. Alex are you ready to go?”

“Actually I’m giving (y/n) a ride home so I’m just going to wait for her if that’s alright?”

“Yeah of course. I’ll see you guys later.” she sounded kind of bitter about it and I scoffed when she left.

“What was that?” he asked laughing.

“My boss has a thing for you.” I said turning to him half laughing too.

“Oh really? Maybe I can get her number.” he said with a playful look in his eye. I rolled mine and spun my chair to face away from him again.

“Rude ass.”

“Beautiful, no. I was just kidding.” he said coming up behind me and hugging around my shoulders. “Your number is the only girl’s number I care to have. Besides my mom and sister of course.”

“Sure, sure Tuchy whatever you say.” I said with a sarcastic smile.

“Hey.” he pulled my chair around to face him again and we were definitely face to face. “That was a bad joke. I shouldn’t have said it and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I mean it gorgeous.” he leaned forward and gave me a chaste kiss. “Are you ready to go yet?”

“Just about. Just let me do this one last thing and then I’ll send it to Lindsay for feedback then we can get out of here.”

“Okay sounds good.”

“But you have to stop distracting me first.” I said kissing him again before spinning my chair back to the desk. I worked pretty quickly and got everything done. Alex slowed down the process by asking me a million questions about what I was doing and how to do it but eventually I finished and sent it to Lindsay for review.

“You’re so smart and talented. It’s so interesting watching you work.” he said as we left the building.

“Alex it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes it is.”

“Maybe sometime we could make a video and I could edit it together and teach you a bit of stuff.” I paused for a second thinking about what I had just said before continuing. “Okay I just realized it sounded like I was offering to make a sex tape with you and I just want to clarify that that is not at all what I was trying to suggest.”

“Do you need something for when I’m on the road?” he asked laughing at me.

“Noooo.”

“You could’ve just asked.”

“Noooo.” I said covering my face this time.

“Who knew quiet little (y/n) wanted to star in a sex tape with yours truly.”

“Alex shut up.” I groaned smacking his arm while still trying to hide my blushing face behind one hand.

“Didn’t want to have sex on a boat but wants to make a sex tape. Who knew you were like this? Little bit kinky don’t you think?” he asked with laughter still dancing in his eyes.

“You don’t even know yet.” I exclaimed before my face went even redder, my brain catching up to what I said. I slouched down in the seat of his car to try and disappear while Alex died of laughter. “Fuck off Tuch.”

“Babe, come on. How am I supposed to just leave that alone?” he asked still laughing.

“I’m sorry just please stop.” I begged. He looked at me and his face softened when he saw my face.

“I’m sorry for laughing and making jokes (y/n). I just wasn’t expecting you to say any of that. Didn’t think I’d ever get any kind of information like that, let alone find out that I don’t even know yet how kinky you are. I was just surprised. Forgive me?” he asked taking my hand and kissing the back of it while he continued driving.

“Yeah, yeah I forgive you.” I said rolling my eyes at him. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised though. I’m a grown woman and I know what I like.”

“I think I just forget since you’re just a little baby.”

“Alex I’m literally only 2 years younger than you.”

“Yes. A baby.”

“This baby’s gonna fight you if you’re not careful.”

“Are we gonna film it?” he asked with a smirk winking at me. I groaned loudly.

“You’re the worst.” I yelled out into the car making him laugh.

“You love it.”

“Yeah well if someone could help me find out why that would be greatly appreciated.”

“Gotta get some scans done for sure.”

“See a brain specialist. ‘Dr. why do I subject myself to and enjoy the company of Alex Tuch?’”

“He’d probably say because I’m fantastic company to keep.” he said with a dopey smile.

“This doctor has not been in your company like I have then.”

“Ouch! You wound me.” he said grabbing his chest.

“Someone has to.” I said laughing. “Can’t let that ego get too big.”

“I did always need some help keeping that in check. Good thing I’ve got you to do it now huh?”

“I guess it is.” I said smiling softly at my hands. “Do I get to know what we’re doing today or what?”

“Or what.” he said smirking.

“Come on Alex please?” I begged, giving him my best puppy dog pout.

“Come on don’t give me that shit. (y/n) stop you’re so cute.”

“I will not.”

“Fine you little pain in the ass. I’m taking you horseback riding.”

“Yay! Wait really? We’re going to ride horses?” I asked getting excited and grabbing his arm which made him smile big too.

“Yes we’re going to ride horses. I thought it would be fun and I’ve heard you mention a few times that you like horses so..”

“I only mentioned that like once or twice, how did you remember that?”

“Oh uh it doesn’t matter really. I just remember a lot of things when it comes to you.” he said rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, his cheeks blushing a light shade of pink at the confession. I reached over and gave him a kiss on the cheek which had him blushing more.

“That’s so fucking cute.”

“Yeah well..”

“You’re so fucking cute. Look at that, I’ve got you blushing now.”

“You could stop any time.”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Brat.” he said with a big grin.

“What are you gonna do about it Tuch?”

“You better watch it or you’ll find out.”

“Pfft no I won’t.”

“You’re not the only one who’s kinkier than originally expected (y/n).” he said in a low voice that had me swallowing whatever snappy remark I had waiting.

“Oh?” 

“You’d probably be just as surprised as I will be.”

“Bold of you to assume we’ll get past this second date to find out.”

“Hey, we had that really good first date and if I remember correctly you’ve been blowing up my phone ever since so I’m pretty confident I’ll get a third one and maybe a fourth.” he said smirking.

“You’re so cocky. And I’d like to point up you blow up my phone just as much if not more than I do. I just have a lot of random things to say and no one to send them to.” I said looking at my hands.

“Hey no, don’t get all quiet on me.”

“I’ll stop if you want?”

“No (y/n) I don’t want you to stop. I was just joking around. I love hearing from you out of nowhere that someone is doing something weird on the bus or that you saw something cool to show me later. I think it’s really sweet that whenever things happen to you and around you, you want to tell someone. And the fact that the someone is me? Amazing. Don’t stop doing it.”

“I’m at a loss for words.” I said quietly.

“Well finally.” he said sarcastically making me hit his arm with a smile.

“You’re the worst.”

“You right. But come on we’re here so I can be the worst on a horse now.”

“Great.” I said jumping out of his truck.

“At least when you say yeehaw it’ll make sense here.” he said coming around to my side and taking my hand.

“Hey, yeehaw is an appropriate thing to say in any situation I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah sure, if you say so.”

“I do say so.”

We walked up to the registration building and signed in. The man working was super nice and very helpful pairing us with the perfect horses. I had a beautiful light brown horse with a black tail and mane. Her name was Sunny and she was gorgeous. She kind of looked like the horse from the movie Spirit. Tuch had a black one that was equally as beautiful. Alex took a couple pictures of me with Sunny before we left on the trail because in his words ‘this is just too cute not to capture’. He wouldn’t show me the pictures though which was annoying but oh well. It was so nice and relaxing to spend time with a horse again. It had been so long since I had ridden a horse but it was still awesome. I guess it was also nice to spend time with Alex too but. Horse.

Alex had a little more difficulty with riding his horse. She was a little more energetic than my horse, for lack of a better word. She just wanted to go fast but the guy who was leading the way held her by a leash so she wouldn’t run away. It was kind of funny.

We went uphill for quite a while through a really nice forest trail. I couldn’t believe the sights that we saw on the trip. Once we got to the top there was a beautiful mountain on the other side of a canyon with a small river running right through the middle of the land. It was like looking at a painting, something someone created in their mind, instead of real life scenery in front of me. We were back at the beginning way too soon for my liking. I pet the horse some more while Alex was signing out and fed her some treats.

“Come on beautiful, we gotta go.”

“Do we have to? I don’t wanna.” I said pouting slightly but still smiling.

“Yes (y/n) we do. We can come back again if you want to, I had fun.” he said grabbing my hand and leading me out.

“Even though you were a shit cowboy?”

“Excuse me? I was not a shit cowboy!” he exclaimed loudly.

“You had to be held on a leash Tuch! I was the better cowboy.”

“I will never admit that in my life.”

“You don’t have to. I know it’s true. The boys will believe me. It’s all good.”

“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?” he asked when we got to the car. I leaned against the door of the truck and just smiled at him sweetly.

“Yes, yes I do.”

“Don’t you smile all sweet at me. Cute-ass bitch.” he said, making me let out a burst of laughter.

“You.” I said smiling more. He surged forward and connected his lips to mine in a way that left me breathless when he broke away.

“Sorry..” he said, pulling away. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Pfft okay. It’s fine.”

“Get in the car you little pain.” he said smirking giving me another quick kiss.

“Can’t get in the car if you keep kissing me.”

“Smart-ass.” he laughed and went to his side of the car getting in. I got in too and we started the drive back to my place. “Do you want to stop and get some food somewhere before I bring you back home?”

“Yeah sure. Where were you thinking?”

“I don’t know, it’s a cheat day so I thought maybe fast food if you don’t mind that?”

“Alex look at us. We’re full of hay and smell like horse. I don’t think any fancy places will be itching to let us come in. Besides I don’t want you to spend a lot of money on me.” I said getting quiet.

“I don’t mind spending money on you, (y/n).” he said snorting. “I have enough to spare.”

“I know I just..sorry nevermind I don’t know..”

“Hey, no tell me. You do know.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m going on dates with you because you’re spending a lot of money on me or something.. I’m not like that and I don’t want it to come across as that or anything.”

“I know that you aren’t like that, gorgeous. Don’t worry about that at all. I just want to have fun with you and maybe spoil you sometimes. You deserve that.”

“Just don’t go too crazy Tuch, I don’t need expensive things or dates.”

“I know I just wanted to.”

“Okay. The next date I’m planning.”

“See I told you I was confident about getting a third date out of you.” he said with a wink.

“Oh fuck off. As if anyone is surprised by this information.” I said rolling my eyes. “Well hopefully after the one I plan you’ll want a fourth.”

“I definitely will.”

“Wow the confidence you have in me is amazing.”

“I like you, why wouldn’t I be confident that I’d want to see you again?”

“I dunno.”

“Give yourself a little credit cutie.” he said putting his hand on my thigh and squeezing in a comforting way. “Is Mcdonald’s okay?”

“Uh yeah that works for me.”

“Okay cool.” he said pulling into the drive thru. “What do you want?”

“Large fry and a small M&M mcflurry.”

“Are you sure that’s all you want?”

“Yes.”

“And not because you’re worried about me spending money?”

“No that’s just all I want.”

“Okay if you’re sure.”

“I am Alex.” He ordered the food and sat it all in my lap as we drove out. “Why do I have everything?”

“I don’t want to drop it.”

“Do you want to come back and eat it at my place?”

“Yeah sure we can do that if you want.”

“I’m asking what you want Tuch.”

“Okay fine then yeah let’s go back to your place.” we drove back in pretty much silence since I was eating my mcflurry. When we got there I unlocked the door and let him lead the way in. He dropped the food on the table and laid across my whole couch making me roll my eyes.

“Just make yourself right at home.”

“I will thanks.” he said, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes again getting my food out of the bag and pushing his legs back so I could sit. “Hey this was my comfy spot.”

“Bite me.” I told him with my mouth full of french fries.

“I will if that’s what you’re into.” he said raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Calm your hormones Tuchy.”

“They’re calm.” he said wrapping an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. He reached past me and grabbed his food but kept one hand around me.

“You’d probably have more luck if you just let go of me for a second.” I said as he struggled with the takeout containers.

“I don’t want to though.” he said squeezing my waist. “Just help me?”

“Stop pouting you baby.” I said opening his food for him. “Happy you ween?”

“Um I am not a ween but yes I’m happy.” 

We ate pretty much in silence, just a random episode of spongebob on in the background. Once we were done I went and threw out the garbage before coming back in and sitting back against him.

“Come here.” he said quietly.

“Why?”

“I want to cuddle you duh.” he said rolling his eyes making me blush. 

“Fine.”

“Come here cutie.” he pulled me down to him so we were spooning but he had his head lifted a little bit so we could both still watch cartoons. “There that’s better.”

“Good I’m glad you big baby.” I said pulling his arm across my chest and laced my fingers with his.

Barren: Chapter 16

Words: 2,645

Ship: Platonic Kai/Elliot, Established Moralogince, eventual LAMP 

Warnings: Crying, dear Lord, so much crying, sex jokes (specifically BDSM), have I mentioned crying yet?, food mention, caps lock, police mention

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“So, uh, Virgil,” Patton said as the five of them sat in the living room together for movie night with Elliot sitting separately while the other four of them were crammed together in a cuddle pile, “I have some good news.”

“Hmm?” Virgil hummed, melting into sleep as Logan’s fingers ran through and twisted his hair.

“Emile’s coming back tomorrow.”

“WHAT?!” the other four shouted in unison.

“Patton, why didn’t you tell us?” Logan asked with a small smile. Roman and Virgil seemed to share the same bright grin; Elliot only seemed to be confused.

Patton shrugged, running a hand over Roman’s thigh. “I thought it would be a nice surprise,” he said in a half-truth.

“Surprise? You mean ‘a nice not giving Logan enough time to clean.’”

“Babe, you’re still using the cane,” Roman said. “I’m banning my boyfriends from cleaning. If any of you breathe near a feather duster you’re getting punished.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“VIRGIL!” Roman yelled as Logan and Patton tried to hide their laughter.

“What?” Virgil asked with a laugh. “Are you going to punish me with Cinderella-style BDSM?”

“VIRGIL!” Roman yelled again, his face bright red with a blush.

“Virgil, please do not break our boyfriend,” Logan said with a laugh. For a quick moment, Virgil questioned his choice of words but when he saw Logan squeeze Patton’s hand so lovingly and comfortingly he went against asking. He had his answer.

“It’s getting late,” he said as he forced a yawn. “I should be getting to bed.”

“You don’t want to stick around a little longer?” Patton asked. His warm smile was sunshine and Virgil wanted nothing more than to bask in it all day. Roman’s eyes shined like the ocean he wanted to swim in. Logan’s arms were the home he wanted to return to. His heart aches and that /word/ echoed through his thoughts once again on loop. Soulmate. Soulmate. /Soulmates./ He took a deep breath and looked at their smiling faces and open arms one last time as a different word came to mind.

Family.

“I should really get going,” Virgil said. “Don’t want to be half asleep when Emile comes back.”

“Virgil, wait,” Roman said. “I lo-uh. I wanted to say goodnight.”

Virgil let out a small laugh as he headed to his room. “Goodnight, Nerd.”

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The last time Virgil had woken up this early was when he had gone to save Elliot, but he strangely didn’t care. He was wide awake and bouncing on the balls of his feet with every step as energy ran through his body.

He hopped into the shower, enjoying how hot the water was before anyone else got a chance to use it. He fished around in the cabinets, trying to find Logan’s hair gel, but accidentally stumbled upon Roman’s eyeshadow. He pulled out a brush and tried to apply some black eyeshadow.

“Shit,” he murmured as he accidentally smudged some under his eyes. He tried to wipe it away only to find the black pigment spreading. “C’est la fucking vie,” he whispered under his breath as he applied the eyeshadow completely under his eyes.

By the time he was completely dressed, everyone else had only begun to wake up. Everyone except for Logan, who was starting to make breakfast. “You look sharp,” he said with a smile, eyes scanning Virgil up and down. Virgil was wearing his father’s jacket with a ripped purple shirt and black skinny jeans with combat boots. Logan was still in pajamas and a bathrobe.

“So do you,” Virgil teased, “need some help?”

“That depends. Do you mind making me a cup of coffee?”

“Let me guess. No cream, two sugars?”

“Marry me,” Logan said under his breath as he flipped the scrambled eggs he was making.

“What was that?” Virgil asked, grabbing a coffee mug.

“I, uh, said that would be satisfactory, thank you, Virgil.”

Virgil smirked to himself, trying to hold back a laugh. “Sure thing, Pocket Protector.” He took a sip from the mug before handing it to Logan.

“Excuse you,” Logan laughed in feign offense.

“I had to check for poison.”

“Check the coffee you made for poison?”

“Yep,” Virgil said, stealing another sip.

“You little thief,” he teased, pulling the cup away as Virgil reached out for it. They found themselves caught with Virgil pressed between Logan and the counter as their hips pressed together and their torsos fit together like puzzle pieces in an awkward curve. Virgil’s fingers brushed against Logan’s tattoo and as they made eye contact he could feel their noses brush together. For the first time, he realized how easily Logan could lean down and kiss him. And he really wanted Logan to kiss him.

Both of them blushed for a moment, now fully aware of their proximity. Virgil slowly brought his hand back to his side of Logan stepped away. Logan’s wide eyes and the way his mouth hung the slightest bit open as his cheeks grew rosy silently answered all of Virgil’s unasked questions.

“Logan! There you are!” Patton said. Virgil quickly moved away from Logan, his face turning red as he wondered how long Patton had been watching. “I’ve been looking for you all morning!”

“My apologies, Darling,” Logan said. “I’ve been making breakfast.”

“Breakfast is my duty,” Patton said, shooing him out of the kitchen. “Now go get dressed. We have a big day ahead of us.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one getting all dressed up for Emile’s homecoming,” Virgil teased.

“Well,” Patton said, tying an apron around his neck and waist, “he’s very special to us. I’d like to make sure everything goes as perfectly as possible.”

“He’ll finally be back home,” Virgil replied, never once questioning if he and Patton had been talking about the same person.

After a few minutes, all four of them were chatting over breakfast. Elliot silently poured themself a cup of coffee and went back to the living room just as quickly as they had arrived. “He has the fob still, right?” Roman asked between bites of food.

“Don’t talk while you’re eating, it’s disgusting,” Logan said. “But yes, Emile is in possession of a- uh- fob, as you so elegantly put it.”

“Listen, you can think I’m a dumbass all you want, Lo. But at the end of the day, you’re the dumbass who decided to date me.”

“Oh, please, I only have so many options.”

“Fine,” Roman said with a smirk, “date Virgil then.”

Roman and Patton exchanged a glance hidden behind sips of coffee as both Logan and Virgil blushed. The moment, however, was quickly interrupted by the sound of the hydraulic press lowering towards the ground. “HE’S HERE!” Virgil yelled, standing up from the table.

“Virgil, slowdown,” Roman said. Yet his words meant nothing as Virgil sped down the hall into the garage.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw them, all three of them. His heart was racing as tears began to well in his eyes. “Mom?”

“My son,” Nicole said with a smile, walking forward as Virgil ran into her arms. They held onto each other like a lifeline exchanging tears of overdue “I love you”s.

Patton stood in the background with Roman and Logan slowly joining him by his sides. They had their own greetings to exchange, but this moment was only for the Bianchi family and they had to respect that.

“You embellished your father’s jacket,” Nicole said, tracing her hands over the fabric.

“I hope you’re not mad,” Virgil quickly apologized. “I, uh, got the fabric from one of Logan’s old shirts.”

“Very resourceful,” she said with a laugh. Her hand cupped the side of Virgil’s face as she inspected every freckle she had missed. “You look so much like him, you know, your father when we first met. Oh, Virgil, how you’ve grown.”

“I’ve missed you, Mom.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she said, pulling him in for another hug. “Thank you, Mr. Hart. I could never have done this without you.”

“Patton?” Virgil asked. “You knew about this?”

“Family is family, Mrs. Bianchi.”

“ELLIOT!”

“KAI!”

The two friends ran towards each other, meeting in an embrace similar to the one shared between mother and son. “And, well,” Patton said, “family takes many forms.”

“Mom, I have so much to tell you,” Virgil said. “And, Emile, I’m so sorry. Remy, he gave up everything for me and that’s cost you so much. It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry.”

“Virgil, don’t say another word,” Emile said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re no more at fault than Elliot or Roman. The only person to blame is the guard that shot him. No one else.”

“Thanks, Emile. We’ve really missed you.”

“I’m glad to be back,” he said with a smile.

“OH! MOM!” Virgil bounces on the balls of his feet as he spoke. “I have to show you everything! Okay, there’s an indoor gym and- and- Patton has an entire hospital wing! I’m not allowed in there though.”

“And probably for good reason,” Nicole said with a laugh.

“OH!” Virgil ran towards Logan and Roman.

“Has he ever been this excited?” Logan whispered under his breath.

“Not in a long, long time,” Patton murmured, smiling though his heart hurt.

“Logan’s the one who saved me,” Virgil said proudly, wrapping his arms around Logan’s shoulders. “He’s always been there for me.”

“I, uh, thank you, Virgil,” Logan said awkwardly. “Although, it’s not like you haven’t been there to support us.”

“Shush, you know what I mean,” Virgil said. Logan did not know what he meant. “And this handsome devil,” he teased as he grabbed Roman’s arm, “is my dear friend Roman.”

“I see someone’s busy singing Logan’s high praises,” Roman teased.

“Oh shush.”

“It’s very nice to meet you both,” Nicole said as she shook their hands. “And it’s nice to see you again, Mr. Hart.”

“Oh, please, Mrs. Bianchi, you can call me Patton.”

Nicole smiled and took Patton’s hand. “With all due respect, Mr. Hart, I cannot do that.”

Patton laughed. “Fair enough. I hope you enjoy our humble abode.”

“This place is awesome,” Kai said. Their hand was interlocked tightly with Elliot’s. “Can I stay here forever?”

Roman laughed, light-hearted and full of pain. “You have a life to go back to, Kai. And with the police constantly on our asses, we can’t risk you staying here for more than a few hours.”

“But, Elliot-”

“Is leaving,” they whispered. “I have all my things packed already.” Kai buried his face in Elliot’s shoulder, mumbling something only they could hear. “We have each other right now,” they whispered comfortingly, “we’ll figure the next steps out later, but now we just have to... enjoy each other’s company while we still can.” They stood there in silence, pressed together by future goodbyes and longing.

“We should give them some space,” Virgil said, grabbing his mother’s hand and Patton’s and leading them back into the kitchen. He let go of one hand.

“I apologize for the clutter,” Logan said. “If someone had told me we were having guests I would have cleaned.”

“No, he wouldn’t have. I banned him from cleaning.”

“Banning Logan from cleaning is like banning you from Disney,” Patton said, earning a loud gasp from Roman.

Virgil shook his head with a smile, unable to help the small quirk of his lips. “Men, am I right?” he asked teasingly.

Nicole saw the light in her son’s eyes, unmistakable and bright. Her stomach twisted in knots. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

“Patton, we have a situation,” Emile said, his arms around Elliot and Kai.

“Oh, yeah?”

“These kids need ice cream stat!” he yelled with a laugh. Patton rolled his eyes. “We have some mint chip in the freezer, Doc.”

“Thanks, Nurse Pat,” he teased.

“Nurse,” Nicole repeated. “I didn’t know you went to medical school.”

“I, uh, didn’t,” Patton said with a laugh. “Hard to study when you’re on the run.”

“Has anyone here actually finished high school?” Virgil teased. “That’s Barren, anyway.”

“Logan did,” Roman said. “He has a bachelor's degree.”

“That’s the least surprising thing you could say,” Virgil said. “Logan’s job is to be a nerd.”

“Hey!” Logan said with a pout.

“We still love you,” Virgil said with a smile, sticking his tongue out.

Roman laughed as Logan tried to hide a blush. “Our favorite poindexter,” he said, pressing a kiss to Logan’s cheek. Logan let out a whine of embarrassment and hid his face in Roman’s neck, muttering something as he did so. “You gotta speak up, Dear.”

“You guys are assholes.”

“Logan!” Patton gasped. “That’s rude!”

Virgil laughed, louder and more clearly than Nicole had ever heard him laugh before. She smiled, a bittersweet feeling tugging at her heart. She had come here to ask her son a question, but deep down she knew the answer was right in front of her.

The “tour” had lasted a few more hours. Eventually, all eight of them were crowded around a four-person table laughing over spaghetti and meatballs (with Elliot, of course, being an exception). Nicole wiped her face with a napkin and gently tapped her son’s knee. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” she asked. “Privately?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, following her into the garage. “What’s up?”

“I was talking to a great aunt of mine,” Nicole explained. “She lives in Italy, where the laws on Barrens are... a lot more sympathetic. She knows a man who can get both of us out of here, safely. We can start over.”

“Go to Italy?”

“It’s... it’s your choice, Virgil,” she said. “You can either stay here-” she gestured to the kitchen- “with them. Or you can run away to Italy with me.”

“I- This is so sudden,” he said, trying desperately to fight the urge to look back at the kitchen- at everyone he’d be leaving behind. Could he leave behind Patton’s hugs? The late-night talks with Roman that always made him feel like part of something? Could he be okay with never seeing Logan’s smile again?

Could he leave behind his family?

“Mom, I- I’m so glad to see you again. I’ve missed you so much and spent so many days wishing I could have said goodbye.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “But they’ve become my family just as much as you and Dad. I can’t leave them behind, I- I love them.”

Nicole sighed and forced a small grin as she put her hand against his cheek. “I know you do. And I’m... happy for you. I hope they continue to make you happy.” Virgil smiled as another tear rolled down his cheek.

“Is it time to go?” Kai asked.

“Indeed it is.”

“But I- Elliot and I- I need more time!”

Elliot put their hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be gone in a few days anyway. But I want you to have this.” They took a faux leather bracelet off of their wrist and onto Kai’s. “So you’ll always remember me.”

Kai reached forward and pulled them into a hug. “I love you,” he said as tears welled in his eyes and began to fall onto Elliot’s clothes.

Elliot pulled him closer. “I love you too. I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll write to you. Everyday. Even if I can never send anything, I’ll never stop writing.”

Elliot pulled away from the hug but tenderly held onto his hand for a few more lingering moments. “One day, I’ll read them all.”

“Goodbye, Virgil.”

He smiled, blinking away the last of his tears as one final truth planted itself in the minds of Nicole and himself. He wasn’t a child in need of taking care of, not anymore. He was an adult, forced to grow up much too quickly but now capable of making his own choices and designing his fate.

“Bye, Mom.”

Unearthly Delights Part Nineteen (M)

Preview, One, Two (M), Three, Four (M), Five, Six (M), Seven (M), Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven(M), Twelve (M) , Thirteen (M), Fourteen (M), Fifteen, Sixteen (M), Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty (Coming soon!)

Genre: Drama, Smut, Action, Romance, Supernatural Creatures and Monsters AU

Pairing: JunmyeonxCharacter

Word Count: 6.9K

AN: We’re almost at the end of this one, y’all! Been a long ride! hope you enjoy this part! Warnings for violence, death, guns, hints of torture, chains, Werewolves shifting? Some people hate stuff with descriptions of werewolf shifts...

The moment of peace, Junmyeon and I on the couch, just being there for each other… it didn’t last long. Though, I suppose peace when you’re pretty much at war. Jaehwa escaped somehow, and is probably back with Aisir. I could tell that Junmyeon is conflicted, hearing that. We didn’t have time to dwell on it. We rarely have time to dwell on anything anymore, really. Soon we were with the others, looking over the official plan to kill my father. Well, and all his underlings, but mostly him.

“Sehun went in looking like one of their higher ups and planted an anchor point,” Yixing says, pointing at the map of the house. “It’s right here, just down the hall. It also has a spell that makes it so no noise leaves that room, so that the sound of us transporting there will not raise alarm.” He looks up, “Queen Hyuna’s army is going to be fighting the Unseelie King’s army in the fae realm. Formal fight on specific hollow grounds. She had the things to lock him away and will do so after we kill Aisir, as I will message her.”

Yixing points to a room from down the hall from our entry point, “This is where Aisir will be, as will be his fiancee. She will likely have the death curse blade with her, so be cautious. I don’t think I need to explain how that is probably the biggest threat to us all.” He points, “Sehun, Junmyeon, Ava and Kyungsoo will all be the ones to face them in the room. The rest of us are running guard. This house has a lot of personnel in it at one time and they will come once word gets out, and it will.”

He looks at Sehun, “Archangel power is the strongest we have, so it should face Aisir. Second is myself and my magic, which is why we’re splitting the two of us up.”

“Chanyeol, Minseok, Jongin, and myself will all be placed on the balcony that overlooks the pain entrance way right outside the office. I will be at the stairs. Chanyeol will be at the door, and Minseok and Jongin, you two will between the two of us. Some will jump up and stop trying the stairs, be prepared.”

He looks at Chanyeol and Kyungsoo, “I will give you potions of silver resistance.” Yixing gestures to the two bottles, the liquid thick and a metallic blue color. “It will stop the silver from doing massive harm to you for a few hours. If you get to me, and I get the bullets out or heal the wounds, other than slight stinging you both will be fine.” Yixing points at them, “They are made with extremely rare ingredients. I don’t have enough for another. Be careful and take it when we teleport in.”

“Got it,” Kyungsoo says, looking at Chanyeol.

Chanyeol smirks, “Time to show these Ventrue assholes not to mess with us anymore.”

Yixing looks at me, “You have Junmyeon’s dagger, so all I have to give you for now is a gun that’s been enchanted. For a powerful vampire like him, it will greatly hurt him, but for vampires who are not head of clans but are younger than fifty years from becoming a newborn, it will kill them instantly.”

I nod, feeling almost hollow at all of this. The knife in my boot feels even heavier at his mention.

“Same gun for you, Junmyeon,” Yixing explains, “Your close combat weapon is a shortsword, though. Enchanted to cause blindness to whomever is cut by it.” Yixing shrugs, “If we had another month I could have had the time to make it with sunlight like your dagger, but we don’t have that time anymore. You also have your powers, so there is that.”

Yixing sighs, taking a moment to take a small breath before looking back at the group.

“Jongin and Minseok both have similar guns, but instead of pistols they have assault rifles,” Yixing looks at them, “Be careful, the bullets could harm you as well, but not to the extent like it does a Ventrue. Same to you, Ava.” He looks at everyone, “I also will give you all small necklaces with a charm. It’ll block out any magic trying to control you, like a siren’s call.” He says, sighing, “After all, Baekhyun is with them.”

“Asshole,” Chanyeol mutters, glaring at the floor in disgust at the mention of him.

Sehun frowns, “If it’s any consolation… I think he’s being used. Blackmailed. I saw him there and they were threatening someone. I… I’ve never heard him cry like that.”

Chanyeol doesn’t say anything at that. Anyone who knows him knows he takes betrayal very personally.

Yixing nods, “Well, now that that’s all done… Tomorrow is it. We will meet at Junmyeon’s place since it’s the safest. Until then… do whatever you want to do. These could be the last moments for some of us.”

Soon, we were all scattering. Sehun was off, walking but Jongin caught up with him quickly. Yixing smiled at us, though it didn’t reach his eyes before teleporting who knows where. Chanyeol and Kyungsoo were going to have a large meal, as apparently transforming into a werewolf burns a lot of calories and they would need the energy. Minseok just smiled, patting my shoulder and kissing my forehead before leaving, his form disappearing into the sunset and the crowd of people.

Junmyeon’s hand takes mine, lacing his fingers. “I already had dinner. Want to head to my place?”

“Yeah,” I say, nodding.

The ride went by fast as I was mindlessly looking out the window, thinking about my mother. About Taemin and Jongdae. All the people we are going to get vengeance for. When the doors open, I noticed a lack of people. Knowing him, he must have given them the next few days off just in case.

“I’m scared,” I mutter, stopping in the middle of the hall. “I’ve… I’ve never really been scared like this.”

“You’ll be fine,” Junmyeon says, placing a hand on my cheek and making me look at him.

I laugh, “It’s not me I’m really scared for.”

His eyes soften, before he presses his forehead to mine. “Whatever happens to me, Avelyna, I want you to make sure you survive,” He mutters quietly, looking me in the eyes, “Even if it means leaving me to die. Even if it means I have to die for you, I will do anything to keep you safe. I promise.”

“I’m not just going to leave you,” I say, shaking my head.

He laughs, though it was more sad than anything else, “I knew you were going to say that.”

“I love you, you idiot,” I mutter, pressing my lips to his softly.

He kisses back with equal softness. It was sweet, as he pulled away. He looks at me, “I want this one night with you,” He whispers, “We could die tomorrow, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to show you the true extent of my love.”

I look in his eyes, before nodding. “Yes. Though, you don’t have to show me though sex.” I smile, “I already know. You treat me like an absolute treasure in your life. I’ve never been treated like this and I just…” I look down, feeling my face heat up, “I feel your love for me in everything you do. I just want you to know that.”

Junmyeon laughs, “After ages of trying to get me to have sex, you say this.”

“I mean… I still WANT the sex, I just thought you should know that really cheesy sentiment, because it’s true.”

The second my sentence ended, I feel myself being picked up. I smile, looking at him before pressing my lips to his. “If this is happening… I want it to be… like… um…”

“I fully intend to make love to you, Avelyna Vass,” He says against my lips. “I want to show you exactly how good it feels to take it softer and slower. No kinky fucking, no Daddy, none of that. The only name I want you screaming tonight is Junmyeon.”

“Sounds perfect,” I mutter, kissing him again just as he presses me into the mattress of his above ground master bedroom. His lips on my neck, licking and sucking as he pulls at the hem of my shirt. I lean forward, taking it off and quickly my bra along with it. His hands softly caressing the newly revealed skin. His lips covering every inch of skin in kisses, making me feel so vulnerable. More than I really ever have.

I don’t have to be strong and collected for him constantly like I have in the past with Aiden. He accepts me for me, vulnerabilities, faults and all. It felt oddly relaxing to be able to just let go of the need to be collected and strong. The few moments Aiden saw me like that, he called me weak. But not Junmyeon. This he doesn’t see as weakness, he doesn’t shame me for wanting to be open. And it just felt so fucking good.

His tongue on my breast as I feel one fingers slowly enter me was pure bliss. Junmyeon’s eyes looking at me, watching with a gaze that wasn’t predatory, but loving. It was as if by letting myself be like this I was giving him a gift and he was cherishing it. Cherishing me.

Another finger as his lips moved further down my body. His other hand pushing one leg apart, pressing a kiss quickly to the knee and down my thigh. Eyes glued to mine, the passion igniting his eyes. I kept my legs open as his tongue dragged slowly over my center. I let out a small whine of his name, closing my eyes and letting my head rest back on the pillows.

His fingers curled, tongue moving a bit faster as I could feel the pressure building. One of my hands finds his, lacing our fingers together over my thigh. My other hand clutching the comforter, my calls of his name getting louder. I was smiling, toes curling as the pleasure kept building and building until finally let go. My body shivered in ecstasy, before feeling Junmyeon is up, taking off his clothes quickly. My eyes couldn’t help but to watch in awe. I’ve seen his body, but never in this sort of lens. Making love means something, and seeing him like this, wanting to give me all of him just made me want him more and more. When he joins me back on the bed, I maneuver him so that I was over him.

He looked shocked, “Darling-”

“It’s only fair,” I say, smiling as I pressed my sexes together for a small amount of friction. “Just you know… to get you going.”

His groan was all I needed to know as I move, looking at his hard cock. I smile, holding it in my hand before licking the very tip. Junmyeon looks at me, eyes on mine as started to suck, my hand moving along with my mouth. It wasn’t fast or desperate, just a steady pace as I listen to him call out my name, one hand reaching out and holding onto my arm. I feel him get as hard as he could, before I let myself take him deeper just once, swallowing the best I could around him.

“Fuck, Ava,” He says, head back. The view of him completely lost to passion is breathtaking. He looks, moving us so I was under him once again. His lips press into mine, overflowing with passion and love as he slowly pressed himself into me. It felt different in a way I can’t describe. The emotion feels almost as good as the actual physical movements of sex. I pull away from the kiss, throwing my head back with a moan as I feel him litter my neck with kisses.

His arms keeping my legs in just the right position as I grip onto his back. I could smell his blood, hear it pumping fast, making my feel almost intoxicated.

“Bite me,” He says quickly, noting me probably take a large smell of his neck.

“Are you sure,” I ask nervously, letting out a moan at a particular hard thrust of his hips.

“I trust you,” He says, smiling, offering his neck. “Please.”

I lean up, my hands at the back of his neck and tangled in his hair. My teeth, already sharp at the mere mention of biting, pierce his neck. I bite down, trying not to cause too much pain but Junmyeon jolts from the feeling. “Fuck,” He says in my ear. The blood was different. It still tasted of Junmyeon, but something about it just seemed so perfect. It was warm as I let go, sucking and drinking, getting lost in all that was him. The pleasure felt heightened, causing me to yell into his neck. I could feel Junmyeon felt it too, his groans of pleasure were longer and louder now as his hips moved faster, almost as if unable to control himself under the feeling of the bite. As I was drinking the last bit I needed, I felt one of his arms move, fingers brushing my clit making me cry. I’ve never felt this intense of a feeling in my life as I licked the wounds closed. The second I let go, I was screaming his name, falling completely apart at his whim. My eyes on his the whole time as I see him finally climax as well with one last thrust, still within me.

We both were trying to catch our breath, feeling him slowly slide out of me. Junmyeon fell against the bed, panting before pulling me towards him. My head on his chest, hearing the fast pace of his heart.

No words needed. Nothing said. Just the two of us drifting off to sleep with one another, knowing what was said within our lovemaking. Our souls laid bare to one another, and the other accepting completely. They words were left unsaid that night as we drifted off.

I don’t want to lose you. I couldn’t take another loss. Stay safe. I love you.

My eyes open, the warmth beside me gone. I open my eyes, seeing Junmyeon sitting on the edge of the bed. I sit up, drawing his attention to me.

He was dressed in dark blue and black, his family’s colors I suppose. In his hand was a photobook, open on a page of his family, happily smiling. Junmyeon nods, “I was just about to wake you. You still have time to shower and get ready.”

I nod, “Um… whatever happens today… I just want you to know that I love you. And that if I die, don’t feel bad about moving on-”

He lets out a small laugh, setting the book down on his pillow. “Avelyna, the way I feel for you can never be replicated in this or any other lifetime. There is no moving on.”

I smile, “Well then, consider it permission to you know… fuck people still at least. Even if you still think of me.”

“That’s dark.”

“Well you could show a shapeshifter my pictu-”

“That’s even darker.”

I just shrug, “It’s not my fault my pussy game is so strong you won’t get over it.”

“It’s you I can’t get over. All of you,” He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at me. “Not just how you look, but the person that you are inside. That can’t be replicated.” He then points to a door past him. “Now go get showered.”

“I’m joking,” I muttered quietly, feeling like I needed to explain.

“I know,” He nods, “Coping.”

“If we survive this, I want a celebratory threesome,” I call, getting up completely nude and walking towards the bathroom. “I was thinking Yixing. I wanna know what magic BDSM is like.”

“You’re insatiable,” I hear him say as I close the door.

I see a small folded pile of dark clothes. I smile to myself, before turning to the massive shower that still was a bit wet from Junmyeon when he used it. The shower was divine. So large and with so many shower heads, it was like any germs would just be blasted off of me after I turned them all on.

I towel dried, getting dressed and putting my hair into one long braid. I take a deep breath, trying not to let my nerves get to me as I open the door. I see Junmyeon looking nervous, a box in his hands.

“I know you destroyed your other one,” He says, looking a bit embarrassed. “I think you look great in leather jackets, so I though I would replace that one with one from me. A better one.”

I smile, feeling my heart actually get that ‘flutter’ feeling I’ve read about. I flick the top off, seeing a leather jacket there. I smile, seeing it was a dark blue, almost identical to the one I had before. I look at him, seeing him look nervous.

“I know it’s not black,” He starts, “But I just thought that would have been too close to your old one. So I-”

I get on the tips of my toes and press our lips together. “It’s fucking perfect,” I mutter, looking at him. “You’re the only person I’d wear something other than black for.”

The biggest smile spilled onto his face after the shock of my statement made me so incredibly happy. I take it, quickly putting it one before I look at him. He hands me the knife, and I put it in the inner pocket of my jacket. “How do I look,” I ask.

“Like you’re ready to ride a motorcycle and crush the balls of any man who touches you without permission,” Junmyeon says, “So… pretty standardly beautifully you.”

“You’re damn right,” I say, hugging him close to me. “Thank you. This means a lot to me, actually.”

“Let’s go kill these assholes so you can at the very least own it for more than a day,” He says.

“I’m a bit scared,” I admit, after sitting down to pull on my boots.

“I’d seriously worry about you if you weren’t,” He remarks. “Not every day to try to take out a Vampire clan leader who’s been amassing an army, after all,” He says. After I stand up, boots on completely did he just pull me to him, my face in his hands. “No matter what happens, you have to live.”

I roll my eyes, “Jun-”

“I mean it,” He says, and I could sense the emotion that he was holding back. His eyes were a little misty, “I can’t… I’ve lost everyone, I can’t watch them take you too.”

“That’s assuming you’ll survive longer than I do,” I point out quietly.

“Aisir hates me,” He mutters, “I don’t know why, but he does. And he’ll make me suffer. The only way to make me truly suffer is to hurt you.”  Tears fall from his eyes now, “My sister is gone. You’re all I have. So it doesn’t matter to me if I live or not so long as you do.”

“But it matters to me, you fucking idiot,” I mutter back quietly, my eyes now shinning with tears.

“About time you two showed up,” Chanyeol says, looking at us. He wore dark clothes, a coffee in his hand as he drops a cigarette on the ground. He stamps it out with his food, before motioning us to follow. “Come on. Let’s get every armed and charmed up.”

The bar is now closed for ‘renovations’ for a while. He opens the employees entrance, Junmyeon and I following. In the middle of what would be the dance floor is a large table. Potions and charmed weapons all around. I see Yixing talking to Jongin, Sehun lazing about next to them on a chair, flipping the angel blade in his hand. Next to him was Kyungsoo, eating from a blow of what looks like noodles. Still carbing up, apparently. Minseok’s eyes were on me, looking at me with worry. The three of us walk up to the table just in time to see Yixing press his lips to Jongin’s.

“Fae magic is more powerful when transferred with a kiss,” Minseok explains, “Though, you’ve experienced that already, I hear.” I nod, seeing in his hand a wine glass with blood in it. He picks up one from the table, passing it to me. “Best to have a pick me up.”

I take it, tapping it against his, “Cheers.”

He nods, taking a sip as I quickly downed mine. It really says a lot about our personalities. Minseok is the type to take the time and enjoy the little things in life. I’m not. I like going fast and trying to experience as much as I can. I could see the worry in his eyes as I just pat him on the shoulder, nodding.

Yixing glances over, Jongin pulling away from him and moving towards the table. “You two,” He says, “Come get charmed. You first, Junmyeon. I don’t want to kiss Ava with blood in her mouth.”

He moves and I watch as Yixing explains to him what he was doing. Protections from other spells, charms and charming effects like Baekhyun’s voice, should we need it. He told Junmyeon about having a canteen full of holy water for him to manipulate just in case. I let out a whistle seeing them kiss. Just like mine with Queen Hyuna, this one is fiery and passionate as ever.

When he pulls away, Yixing sighs, “After this I’m not kissing anyone else for at least a week.”

I get some water, swirling it around in my mouth before swallowing to try and make this better for Yixing. I walk over, now that I knew it was my turn, “Well damn, I had plans for celebrating after all this…”

Yixing just shakes his head, and I realized for the first time he wasn’t wearing any green or brown, but all black. “Give me a week after and maybe,” He says, before going down the list. “Protection from angel… shit, protection fire, protection from holy water, and protection from all other types of spells.” Yixing looks at me, “Alright, come on. Last one and then my lips can take a vacation,” He says, holding my face and kissing me deeply. There was a playfulness to it that was just inherently Yixing that I remember. No chaste kisses here, it was all sloppy and I couldn’t help but love it. The kind of kiss that would lead to losing yourself into that person for the night usually. It was awesome.

I could feel a tingle within my bones I didn’t notice last kiss, though. The spells having a feeling that I couldn’t feel with muted senses last time. He went to pull away and I sneakily bit his bottom lip with my blunt, non fanged teeth.

When he pulled away he just shakes his head, a small smile on his face. He passed me a pistol, “Sunlight spells on the bullets. You have one clip already in the gun and this is an extra, just in case,” He says, spilling it into my jacket pocket. He looks at the jacket, a small smile on his face before just patting my shoulder and pretty much dismissing me. He points to the potions on the table. “All those affected by silver, take one of those before we leave,” He says, “Everyone is protected and charmed up, myself included.”

“How to you charm yourself,” I ask.

“It just happens,” He says, “No kiss required.”

“I mean,” Sehun says, looking at us before his form shifts into Yixing, “If you want the experience…”

“I’ll pass on kissing myself, thanks,” Yixing says, shaking his head. “That’s weird.”

“I can’t tell you how many people have asked for it,” Sehun says as he changed back. “People are super freaks. Just too ashamed to admit it.”

“This is going to sound cliche, but we have to hold hands,” Yixing says, moving next to us. I grab Junmyeon’s and Minseok’s hands, squeezing them a bit. Everyone gets into a circle, with Yixing standing almost directly in front of me.

“No matter what happens, we have to kill him,” Yixing says, looking at us all. “We may lose some of us. We may all die. But win or loss we are doing this as one.”

“I know that this is partly because of me,” Junmyeon says, “I’m sorry you all are dragged into it. I will never recover from the guilt of losing Jongdae all because of how much I hate this man. If any of us… I will never forgive myself. But I also know there is no talking any of you out of this.”

“Damn right,” Kyungsoo says. “We’re with you. You have us a family here. We can’t just let someone kill one of our own and let them get away with it.”

“If we live, I owe you all my life,” Junmyeon says, “If we lose, we die together. Either way, our found family stays united.”

“We’re going to kill them all or die trying,” Sehun says, looking up.

“Alright,” Yixing says, before I feel a light force hit us. Different to the last time, with using. Seems like last time it took him more energy to do this.

I blink and we’re in a bedroom. It looked extravagant, the bed untouched and the floor a polished white marble. A small desk with a laptop and a waste bin full of coffee cups. The door was glimmering and in the middle of the room there was a long spike made of rock. It was jammed into the ground, cracking the floor around it. Runes covered every inch, a faint sound of whispers around it. It was scary what magic can do. I see Chanyeol and Kyungsoo open small glass bottles, drinking the blue liquid quickly. They drop the bottles and I watch as they silently shatter against the floor, the shards just disappearing. I take my gun, looking and turning the safety off as I see most others doing the same. I could feel the crawl of fear up my back, scared of what will happen. We all here, ready to die in order to make this asshole pay.

It’s worth it.

The smaller of the two closes his eyes, and I see his skin start to… crawl. Hair growing and the sound of bones snapping violently. His nails scratch into the marble flooring, cutting it like butter. The small, calm young man was turning into a large wolfman. The fun was black as he looked up, snarling as he got on all fours.

Chanyeol does the same, his world a light brown color. I see Yixing take things out of his pockets, before I see Chanyeol sitting, putting his hands up. Yixing attaches small steel bits to his claws, seen them enchanted. He does the same for Kyungsoo, before nodding towards the door.

Junmyeon pulls me to him quickly, pressing our lips together. The fear, the adrenaline, the care… all there in what could be the last kiss. “I love you,” He says, quietly. I could feel his hands shaking a bit as he held me.

“I love you too,” I mutter back, quietly. My voice uneven, a tear falling that I wipe away quickly. This love is special and we both could very well be throwing it away, our chance together, over revenge. We could be happy. Maybe even a family if we wanted. A picture perfect city life. A life Taemin told me I deserved over and over again.

Maybe it isn’t completely worth it after all.

The door opens and we all bolt. My feet moving quicker than my brain did. It was trying to be rational, telling me to run and hide. But I can’t. This is too personal. Kyungsoo, Sehun, Junmyeon and myself down the hall while the others move to the stairs. Someone comes out of a room on this hall, about to speak before I see Sehun stab his blade into the bottom of his chin. The man’s mouth opens, black smoke pouring from it as he turns to dust before him.

We get to the door right as someone noticed the  people on the balcony and stairs. Gunfire starts as Junmyeon kicks open the door. I hold my gun up, aiming it directly at Aisir.

He looked shocked, as the woman beside him looked up. Kyungsoo moves beside me, snarling at another person in the room.

Over to the side of them was Jaehwa. An empty glass of blood by her, dressed in a pair of slacks and a button up shirt. Next to her, chained directly to the ground was Baekhyun. He looked awful. Cuts on his face, bruises everywhere. Hands and feet connected to chains and his neck looking like it was bitten multiple times and not healed. Over his mouth was a muzzle, stopping from from talking.

This is what I imagine a villians office would look like if you mixed it with the ultra rich lifestyle. The marble floor here was black. A fireplace to our right with a large painting with Aisir. The desk looked like it was made purely of wood, some books and a glass of blood on its surface. The with the door was lined with bookshelves, completely covered in books, statues and little odds and ends. The chair he sat in like a throne, and over his head behind him was multiple skulls, names under them. One talking about the former leader, one of the once head of a werewolf clan, likely Kyungsoo and Chanyeol’s, another from the leader of the Gangrel clan. But it was the last one that really stood out. Jaehyeon Kim. Merman.

I shake my head in disgust, looking and seeing Aisir pick up his glass, drinking the rest of the blood. I glance at Baekhyun, face stained with tears as she watches on with fear. Aisir shakes his head, tisking. “If I knew I was having guests I would have been polite,” He says, glancing at Junmyeon with a look of anger. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I’m pretty sure you know why,” Junmyeon says, glaring at him, a quick glance over his head tells me he noticed his father’s skull up there.

He rolls his eyes, “Still hung up over your family?”

“No shit, asshole,” Sehun says.

The woman laughs, “And you think this is enough? Even if most of our people are helping with the fae war, we have enough to crush eight people.”

“You lack some critical information,” Sehun says, shaking his head.

“Like what,” Aisir asks, standing now.

There was a bright flash, the shattering sound as I winced. I could hear a hiss from him as Sehun holds a bow and arrow towards them.

“An archangel blade,” Jaehwa says, shocked. I glance at her, and see fear across her face. “I… I didn’t know… I thought you knew…”

“And you think those four can hold their own out there,” She asks,  covering her eyes from the light Sehun was giving off.

“Only one way to know,” Junmyeon says, glaring. He opens the bottle of holy water, the water flowing in the air to his hand like a glove.

Aisir laughs, “So, this is how you all wish to die then?”

“Big talk,” I say, before firing at the woman quickly. She screams, holding her stomach where I shot her. She glares at me, snarling. “That’s for when you tried to kill me, bitch.”

Aisir looked over, eyes open wide in rage at her as she looks at him in fear. “You? You’re the reason why she’s one of those lesser vampires?”

She went from anger to immediate fear, looking over at him.

I shoot again, hitting him in the arm causing him to yell out, looking back.

“She’s mine,” I growl, feeling a rumble in my chest as my fangs grow.

In a blink, everyone moved. Some of Junmyeon’s water hit Aisir as he moved towards us, he grabbed Junmyeon, tossing him so he hit the bookcases.

Sehun aimed, but didn’t hit after Jaehwa moved, kicking him and sending his arrow flying wide. The blade shifted as he looked at her, eyes glowing bright. “I won’t kill you for your brother if you stop now. Try again and I will not hesitate,” He says, voice louder, echoing with a power not on this Earth. The voices of angels swirling, making him sound like thousands of angels said his words too. Books falling from the shelves from the power alone.

I blinked and saw the woman change. Her form turned into Junmyeon as he smirked as him. I fire again, “Fuck you,” I yell, hitting her in the chest as she finally falls. “That’s not going to work, you dumb bitch!”

I turn, seeing Aisir picking up Junmyeon again, fist hitting him in the face before Junmyeon punched him, fist covered in holy water. The head vampire hisses in pain.

I try to fire and missed just barely, but something went wrong. I look, seeing a casing sticking out. Jammed. I reached for my knife, but was grabbed. I see Kyungsoo leap, going to the woman as she was trying to get up again. His teeth on her throat and all I saw was blood.

Aisir pushes me to the other side of the room, by Baekhyun. I see him look, pointing as I see Jaehwa grab me, the death curse blade in her hand.

She was stronger than I was as she held me with the blade to my neck. Just as she did that, I see Junmyeon kick Aisir’s knee, making him yelp in pain. Kyungsoo runs, teeth sinking into his calf as Sehun takes the blade, sinking it into his chest. In a way, it was anticlimactic. Watching him die so quickly. This big bad asshole who’s been tormenting us for months, losing so quickly. But that’s because of the brilliant plan. And he could have only lasted so long with Sehun after him, in all honesty.

“No,” Jaehwa screams, as we see the smoke coming from his mouth. Aisir’s body took longer to turn to ash, but it did. Jaehwa cried, her forehead resting on my back as I try to struggle free, but she kept me in her iron grasp.

“Jaehwa,” Junmyeon says, as I look at him, eyes full of fear as he sees what kind of predicament we were in.

“He was EVERYTHING TO ME,” She screams, holding the blade close to my neck. I try to reach for my knife slowly, “NO! GRAB THAT KNIFE AND I WILL KILL YOU!”

Sehun looks at Junmyeon, the fury in the part archangel growing more and more. Kyungsoo growling loudly, glaring intensely.

“He wasn’t everything to you,” Junmyeon says, trying to reason with her. “I’m your brother… your family!”

“You’re nothing to me,” She says, sobbing, “He gave me life again! He made me stronger! Better than I ever was!”

Seeing Junmyeon’s heartbreak hearing her say that was soul crushing. His eyes misty, hands shaking a little as he just looks at her in pain.

She presses the blade to my neck, “Sehun and that mutt leaves or I kill her.”

“What the fuck,” Sehun says, glaring.

“Go,” Junmyeon says, “Take Baekhyun with you.”

“I can’t just leave you all like this,” Sehun says as I hear a thundering growl. I look, seeing Kyungsoo glaring, blood dripping from his claws and teeth.

“Go,” He says, “Just… trust me.”

Kyungsoo takes the chains in his teeth, ripping them out of the floor. Sehun grabs Baekhyun, looking at Junmyeon. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” Junmyeon says, looking strong while tears threaten to fall.

Soon, it was just us three and the sound of a fight still raging outside, though not as loud as you would think.

I look at Junmyeon as he looks at us.

“You have a choice to make, brother,” Jaehwa says, voice cold and cruel.

Junmyeon’s face falls apart, “Don’t do this.”

“It’s the only way I know how to hurt you as much as you’ve hurt me tonight,” She screams, her hand yanking my hair so hard my head was practically resting on her shoulder. “You have a gun. You either fire it or don’t.”

Tears fall from his eyes, as he falls to his knees, “Please. I’m begging you not to do this!”

“You killed the only person who cared about me,” She screams.

“I love you,” He says back, voice cracking. “I’m your family! Your real family!”

She scoffs, “And yet it was him to brought me back and not you. He made it so I could still go on. You chalked me up as dead and NEVER TRIED ANYTHING!”

“I’m not a vampire, I can’t bring you back,” He yells.

“But you could have found someone,” She says, glaring. “Choose quick. Me, your sister whom you call family. Or this whore,” She says. “This disgusting mutt that you say to love. Am I actually your family you say and she just a bed warmer? Or is she really the love of your life and I am not a part of the family anymore?” She lets out a laugh, sending chills up my spine of dread. “Do it. Choose. Now.”

“How could you ask this of me,” Junmyeon yells, the gun in his hands shaking.

“Jun,” I say, tears falling from the corners of my eyes, “It’s ok.”

“What,” He asks, looking at me with wide eyes. He looked astonished I would ever say that.

“It’s ok,” I mutter, trying to put on a brave face. I smile, though tears come to my eyes, “If you want her back after all this time.”

“Avelyna,” He says softly, “Don’t…”

“I’d forgive you,” I mutter calmly. “I love you. If this is what will make you happy, then let her. It’s ok.” I say, nodding a little. My heart shattering seeing him like this. He shouldn’t have to choose this. This is a burden that will weigh on him for the rest of his life unless I take the reigns. Save him from that pain. “Choose her, Junmyeon. Have your family back after all this time.”

“You can’t ask this of me,” He says, to both of us, I think.

“Five,” She says calmly.

“Don’t Jaehwa,” He screams, looking terrified. I close my eyes, picturing my mother. Seeing her smiling face.

“Four.”

“Stop!”

I see Taemin, smirking at me as he would pour me another shot. The one I could always count on to listen and tell me his real and true thoughts no matter what.

“I’m begging you, stop!”

“Three.”

“Jaehwa, don’t do this!”

I see the rowdy crew that I work with at the bar, all of them. Yixing and his magic drugs and smiles as he heals us. Minseok at the bar, listening to people's stories. I see Jongdae and Baekhyun singing, captivating the entire audience. I see Sehun and Jongin, smiling and flirting at they lead people into the vip sections. I see Chanyeol and Kyungsoo betting on two drunk idiots they kicked out to see who would win the fight. I see Ariel, Shannon and Jes working, smiling and gossiping after hours counting the money they earn.

“Two.”

“PLEASE!”

I see Junmyeon, looking at me with all the love in the world. The person who somehow unlocked a side of me I’ve hidden away for years. The one who loves me for me, not just my looks or body like so many before him. The man who understands me more than I do, more than anyone does. The person I would give up everything, even a chance at a wonderful life with him, to make him happy and ease his burden. I remember the way he holds me the most. How precious he thinks I am, how he makes me want to believe that I am a better person.

“One.”

I hear the bang. I flinch, but the pain never comes. I smell the mist of blood in the air. I jump, before seeing the knife fall. I look back, seeing a shot right through her forehead, the life gone from her as the enchanted silver bullet does it’s job.

My hands were shaking as I see Junmyeon on his knees in front of me, shoulders shaking as he sobbed, the gun on the ground. I move closer, reaching for him as he just pulls away.

“I can’t,” He says, looking at me. He looked so… broken. Shattered into pieces so tiny. He move, standing and I see the door open, Sehun rushing in. He looked, seeing Jaehwa dead, looking relieved before seeing Junmyeon and I.

Junmyeon walks past him as Sehun is left stunned in silence for a moment.

Sehun moves to me, looking and trying to piece together what happened. I just shake my head. “We have to take her,” I say, my throat feeling tight with emotions as I start to cry more. “She… she should be put to rest with the rest of her family.”

Sehun says, nothing, but he picks her body up, holding her in his arms.

“Chanyeol and Kyungsoo are getting the few that tried to run but… it’s over,” He says as I nod.

The second he leaves the room I see Minseok rush in. Blood speckled on his face and arms, as he looked at me for answers. “Something’s wrong… I felt pain from our connection.”

I rush to him, hugging him close and sobbing into his shoulder. I said nothing. All I could bring myself to do in that moment was cry.

No More Games (M)

Requested by @5secondsofbtsandphan:  Haii I'd like to make a request if its not too much to ask 😊, can you do a oneshot about the reader getting jealous when a girl flirts with Hoseok, so she decides to make him jealous by flirting with Jimin. Hoseok gets jealous and angry as planned, and they both have a argument but have angry sex afterwards. Can you make it really rough and kinky and lots of dirty talk, maybe a lot of daddy kink if you're comfortable with it, and maybe aftercare after it (I love your writings so much btw 💜) (Ahhh, thank you love!)

Contains: Jung Hoseok x (f) reader, adult language, smut, sexual themes, jealous Hoseok, degradation, angry/rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink.

Synopsis: So Hoseok thinks he can flirt with some girl right in front of you and get away with it?

AN: HOSEOK IS PRECIOUS AND HE WOULD NEVER SAY THE THINGS HE SAYS IN THIS FIC AND I AM SORRRRRYYYYY, BUT DADDY HOSEOK NEEDED TO MAKE AN APPEARANCE.

The nerve of some people. Well, not some people, one specific person. That specific person being your loving, endearing, caring boyfriend who thinks it’s perfectly fine to be chatting up with one of the interns in Bighit. Sometimes you question if Hoseok is even aware of what he’s doing, or if he is completely aware of it and is doing it just to piss you off that much more. Both of you were very fond of getting the other riled up, but you learned your lesson last time. The bruises on your hips and the hickies on your breasts wouldn’t go down for a solid week, and don’t even mention the soreness in between your legs every time you took a step.

But still, even though this was a kind of game that Hoseok liked to play regularly just to see what you would do, you didn’t find it very fun. You sighed to yourself as you struggled to keep your hands at your side, not wanting to run over to the front desk and bash Hoseok’s skull in. As you were trying to contain yourself, your longtime friend Park Jimin showed up beside you, poking tenderly at your shoulder in order to pull your attention away from the sole subject of your rage. “Y/N, are you okay?” Jimin asked sheepishly, worried that if he asked the wrong questions that it would surely send you over the edge and would result in you punching Jimin in the chest... again. 

“I’m just so fucking annoyed at Hoseok right now. He knows how much I hate it when he flirts with another girl, even if I inadvertently started it when we were out one night. But god forbid I flirt with a guy in front of him,” You confided into Jimin as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing his fingertips over the soft fabric of your shoulder. Jimin mimicked your sigh from earlier as he watched Hobi laugh at the girl’s joke, ultimately feeling your pain. Until he turned to face you with a shit eating grin, “So, I have an idea, feel free to punch me for it, but what if you came over for movie night tomorrow and flirted with me? I’m his good friend and if he sees you flirting with me, and me flirting back, maybe he’ll realize that this isn’t a game anymore. It’s one thing if you’re flirting with some random dude at a bar, it’s another thing if you’re flirting with his bandmate.” That just might work.

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Tonight was the night of going along with Jimin’s master plan. It was movie night and everyone would be around to witness how angry Hoseok would get with you, much to your benefit because he might get too angry with you and you would enjoy the company of witnesses. You had to think to yourself at just how you would pull this off, but you had a feeling you could do it since you were determined enough. This whole flirting game Hoseok was playing with you is really starting to put a damper on your feelings towards him, seeing him so comfortable with flirting with anyone that isn’t you.

“Y/N! Come on! The movie’s about to start!” You heard Jeongguk whine from the common area as you had to help Jin with the snacks. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile, shaking your head at the youngest as you walked into the common area with armfuls of snacks, Yoongi immediately rushing over to you to grab his favorites. As everyone was done getting their respective snacks from you, you looked around and saw that there really wasn’t any space except for right in between Jimin and Hoseok. Jimin was pretty invested in this plan as he looked up at you with a specific kind of look, acknowledging that he had your back in this whole endeavor. You smiled at Jimin as you walked over to him, plopping down in between him and Hoseok as Hoseok leaned over to give you a small peck on your cheek and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, sighing in content with you in his arms. That feeling of contentedness surely won’t last long.

As the movie was approaching some boring parts, you decided to jump into the plan by giving Jimin a small succession of squeezes to his thigh in order to go along with the plan you had in mind. Jimin took up on your cue immediately as he put on the act that he was tired, reaching his arms to the ceiling and letting out a huge yawn that seemed so incredibly fake by the sheer volume of it. You bit your tongue to contain your giggles as Jimin wrapped his arm around your shoulder, playfully knocking Hoseok’s off of yours and taking his place. Hoseok immediately leaned forward and gave Jimin a look that would surely have him shaking in his boots, but he didn’t care. He was far too tired of you feeling down in the dumps from Hoseok’s unorthodox way of teasing. 

Jimin got a little bit more comfortable as he pulled you closer to him, you chuckling lightly as you went along with it and rested your head on his shoulder for comfort. Luckily Hoseok’s hand was underneath the blanket that the three of you shared as he gripped tightly on your thigh, silently ordering you to stop this at once. You simply smirked at him as you nuzzled your head into the crook of Jimin’s neck, sighing softly as you kept your eyes trained on Hoseok’s face of anger. To make it that much worse, you turned to Jimin and gave him a pearly white smile as you began, “Jiminie-oppa.” 

Jimin looked down at you and gave you a weird look considering you rarely ever call him, or anyone else really, oppa. Regardless, he continued to play along, “Yes, Y/N-ah?” “I need to go to the bathroom, let me up?” You questioned as you batted your eyelashes at him, Hoseok’s figure next to you shifting uncomfortably. Jimin nodded with a smile as he released you from his grasp to let you stand, making your way to where you wanted, but totally unaware that Hoseok had stood up as well.

You hadn’t even made it halfway down the hallway before you felt a pair of hands grab at your hips harshly, shoving you into the nearest room that had a bed. Glancing around at the decor that lined the bed, you assumed it was Namjoon’s since he had a few Ryan figurines lining the walls. Cute. But what was happening now wasn’t exactly cute as you were shoved onto the bed forcefully, ruining the stuffed animal display as Hoseok loomed over you, eyes dark and face reddened. He was slightly terrifying as you looked up at him, a small feeling of fear creeping its way up your spine as you felt incredibly small. Hoseok chuckled maliciously at your seemingly feigned innocence, tilting his head at you as he glared into your eyes, “You think that’s funny, huh? Cuddling up to Jimin right in front of me? You want Jimin to fuck you, huh? Is Daddy not good enough for you? Are you finally tired of Daddy’s cock? Answer me you filthy whore or I’ll fuck the answer out of you.”

“H-Hoseok I-,” You began, trying to answer him to the best of your abilities only to earn a harsh slap to your bare thigh, causing you to yelp at the burning sensation. “Say it right,” Hoseok threatened as he inched closer to you, grabbing each of your ankles and yanking you over to him. “Daddy, I’m sorry,” You whimpered, struggling to get out of Hoseok’s hellish grip on your ankles. Hoseok dug his nails into your flesh as he pulled you closer, letting up when your core met with his hardening cock as he stood in front of you, glowering into your eyes. Once he looked into your eyes and saw the genuine concern you had, his eyes seemed to soften as he leaned forward to caress your cheek lightly, “It’s okay princess. You’re just going to have to make it up to me.”

Within seconds, Hoseok yanked you off of the mattress and shoved you to your knees, looking down at you with a deep smirk as he unbuckled his belt quickly. Once the leather belt was ripped out of his belt loops, he held out the fabric expectantly as he gave you yet another order, “Wrists, now.” Keeping your eyes trained on the cotton socks he had on and refusing to look into his cold eyes, you held your wrists together and presented them to Hoseok, him taking the belt and wrapping it tightly around your wrists that you were sure it was going to leave a mark. With one final tug, Hoseok let you relax your wrists as he pulled his boxers down to reveal his hardened cock, tip oozing precum as he pressed the wet tip to your lips. Smirking down at you with devilish intentions, he smeared the bead of precum that slid out of his tip onto your plump lips, coating your lips in a thick sheen before he spoke down at you, “Open up for Daddy.” 

Being the good girl you are, you listened to Hoseok and opened your lips slightly to allow Hoseok to shove his whole entire length into your moistened throat. The feeling of his cock running along the inside of your cheeks caused him to throw his head back in pleasure, moaning out to the ceiling as his hands flew to the back of your head and rested on your hair. You weren’t allowed to touch Hoseok due to the fact that your wrists were tightly bound at your abdomen, so all you could do was let Hoseok abuse your mouth as much as he wanted. Hopefully your gag reflex wouldn’t be too sensitive this time around.

Tresses of your hair were wrapped tightly around Hoseok’s knuckles as he thrust himself down your throat, picking up the pace once he felt your jaw go lax to allow more of him to enter. “You like it when I fuck your throat, huh baby? You love taking Daddy’s cock like this?” Hoseok questioned rhetorically as his grip on your hair got tighter, his hands grabbing the back of your head harshly and pulling you forward in time with his thrusts. He was so far down your throat that every time you were forced to absorb his abusive thrusts, your nose would dig into the front of his pelvis, the tip of his cock piercing the back of your throat unforgivingly. Tears were starting to prick your eyes as you looked up at him with pleading eyes, moaning out around his length to beg him to let you breathe.

But because you were so naughty, Hoseok refused to let up. He was determined to have you choking on his cock as he throatfucked you into next week. Any time you choked or gagged around his length, he would repeat his motions until the hot tears were rolling down your face and your breathing was becoming erratic. Hoseok looked down at you with a look of annoyance as he grabbed tightly on your jaw, opening your mouth wider to accommodate for more of his length being shoved down your throat as he sighed apathetically, “Pathetic. Can’t take anymore of me, huh? Maybe it’s because you’re wanting Jimin to shove his cock down your pretty little throat, is that it? Fine, but that pussy is mine and always will be.” Hoseok then pulled his cock out from the depths of your throat, allowing you to lean forward on your knees and catch your breath, you panting and crying from the sting in your throat. But if you thought Hoseok was going to let you breathe for as much as you wanted, you were wrong.

Hoseok’s hands reached down and grabbed your wrists, making sure to squeeze down on the leather that encased both of your wrists. A small yelp came from you as Hoseok lifted you to your feet by the end of the tight fabric, unintentionally having the leather dig into your skin. Hoseok made quick work of your panties as he held you in front of him, slipping his fingertips into the waistband of your shorts and your sultry panties at the same time, forcibly yanking the flimsy fabric down to the floor. You watched as Hoseok’s tongue darted out and swiped a thin layer of moisture over his bottom lip, him staring at your dripping sex and drinking in every single tremble of your thighs. Even though Hoseok had thoroughly abused your throat moments ago and called you horrible names throughout the night, you couldn’t help but take a liking to this persona every time it showed. It was one of the many things that kept you drawn to him.

“Ahh, Daddy!” You cried out as Hoseok pounded into you from behind, his grip on your hips getting so tight that his fingernails were digging deeper and deeper into your flesh. The sound of Hoseok’s chuckling filled the air as his hips snapped against your ass, pushing himself deeper inside of you to the point that you were a blubbering mess underneath him, “Oh come on baby. You know you can take more than that!” You bit your lip in response in order to keep your cries to a minimum, turning on the opposite side of your face as you were being pressed into the pillows below from Hoseok’s hand resting on the side of your head in order to keep you contained. Hoseok took your lack of answer as a sign that you could indeed take even more from him as the hand that was pressing down on your head moved slightly, his fingertips entangling into your hair yet again as he yanked you towards him.

A carnal need filled Hoseok as he held you firmly by your hair, pulling you back so that you arched against his torso as his lips danced across the shell of your ear. Whenever he wasn’t grunting into your ear to edge you closer and closer, he was whispering the most crude and sexual things into your ear, moaning out at the extremely descriptive ways he would destroy your pussy. “Jimin can never fuck you this good, baby. His cock doesn’t satisfy someone as needy as you. My cock is the only one that’s going to ruin that tight pussy of yours, you understand me?” Hoseok questioned after his most recent description of what he was going to do to you, tightening his grip on your scalp as he awaited an answer.  You struggled to choke down the guttural moan that was pushed to the back of your throat, managing to respond with one worded answers at his questions, “Y-Yes!” Even though Hoseok was brutally pounding into you from behind and you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was smirking at your response, proud of how well trained you were for him.

The sound of skin slapping harshly together, the muffled moans from you being shoved into the pillows, Hoseok’s animalistic moans, and the smell of sweaty bodies was becoming too much for your senses as you could feel the coil in your stomach threatening to snap. Hoseok’s cock was hitting you deep as he let go of your hair and pulled your hips back in time to meet his harsh strokes, causing you to throw yourself back on his cock to accept the back breaking strokes of his cock plowing into you. “F-Fuck,” You cried out as your back arched to the full range of motion, taking Hoseok’s cock deep inside of you as you clenched tightly around him, enveloping his talented muscle with your slick walls that were drenched in the liquid of your own arousal. Hoseok was getting so lost in the feeling of you clenching around him that he had no other choice but to chase your high with his own, his hot and sticky cum shooting out in velvety ropes that covered you entirely. 

You could’ve sworn you blacked out from all the sensations as you found yourself laying on your back, arm draped lazily over a familiar figure that lay to your left. Feeling absolutely drained, you barely managed to pick your head up to stare at the person next to you, taking in their features. He had a beautiful face with eyes that seemed to sparkle as he stared down at you, a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and an adorable button nose. You returned the smile that was offered to you and cuddled into Hoseok’s still warm chest, sighing deeply. Hoseok looked down at you with fond eyes as he leaned down to place a kiss on your head before muttering into your scalp, “We really need to stop playing this little game, don’t we?” Nodding slowly, you kept your eyes trained on one of the posters that lined Namjoon’s room, “We really do. I mean, the angry sex is amazing, but getting to that point kind isn’t exactly the greatest.” Hoseok shifted to look down at you with a cocked eyebrow that went unnoticed by you, “Oh so you do like angry sex? Interesting.”

So sorry if I've been acting lazy, I'm just a little blue from this month. But hey, have another insight of the Celebration of Grima's mayor!

I actually wrote this years ago, but won't get away with using this song if I published paperback. So yeah, I love this song very much.

Tagging: @birdgirl69 @clevermentalitybeliever @dhalia111

The celebration in Rabbit Hole was usually at night, all the monsters take torches and place them all over the town, putting straw all over the streets, and once the full moon is out, Grima's mother would run around town gently singing "Go tell Aunt Rhody" but since she no longer performed for the town, another woman did.

Once they heard her singing echo through the streets, they'd runs out of their house behind her and into the street singing. All sang and chanted in the middle of the town where Aunt Rhody waits for us, sitting high in their chair in the town hall. "Go tell Aunt Rhody" they sang, looking at them "Go tell Aunt Rhody" they sang again. The performer stood in front of the other monster citizens, they surrounded her, circling her "Go tell Aunt Rhody, that everybody's. . . Dead" she sings. The monsters slowly walked around her shifting their gaze onto Aunt Rhody and the performer. The performer wore a long black dress with dead purple flowers in her hair, she was a brunette, and her hair was tied in a bun. Her face was painted like skeleton; just like mom did before her lost her beautiful head.

"I was raised in a deep dark hole" the sound of a door creaked open to close "a prisoner, with no parole" the performer sang, her body rolled under her hand on her hip, her body movements made the little monstress want to be like her as well. Her swaying had the spider plant hypnotized, "They locked me up and took my soul" she sang, pressing her hands on her throat "Ashamed of what they made" we whispered, the performer spun on her tip toes.

The circle broke as they spun away from the performer who's name was Molly, she was a witch. Molly raised her arms in the air as the monsters held hands and slowly walked around her some more. "Go tell Aunt Rhody" she sang pointing at a zombie "Go tell Aunt Rhody" she sang again pointing at a skeleton, both the zombie and skeleton danced towards the witch, Groma didn't take her eyes off of them until she had to face away from them. Moving their upper bodies in circles "Go tell Aunt Rhody, that everybody's dead." The witch sang, the many eyed monstress could hear violins being played, the monsters turned around to see her being hoisted up by the zombie and skeleton's shoulders.

Grima prayed she didn't fall.

pointed towards Aunt Rhody before looking at the sky. Another time of walking around them in a cirlce, it was never a square, or a triangle. But then again, circles have no points, and neither did this dance. It was like they all knew what they were doing.

They never practiced! They just knew!

"I call for him and he will come" she sang before putting a hand on her hip again, she continued to point "She'll answer him like he's the one" she sang while leaning back, we flickered  our hands towards our face as we looked at the sky, making 'Ooo' sound as she sang "His arms outstretched but when she's done, he'll be torn apart" some of us broke the circle, we ran and spun and chanted "Go, tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody" jus then, those who broke out of the circle, got on their hands and knees. The sound of a piano replicated the words 'that every-body's'. A sound of drums took over, the other citizen's who were standing up, ran towards those who were on the ground and jumped over their heads only to get on their hands and knees "Go tell Aunt Rhody" they sang, those who were already on their hands and knees would get up and roll on those on the ground "Go tell Aunt Rhody" they sang as well, adding a clap. "Go tell Aunt Rhody, that everybody's" they sang, standing up, looking at Aunt Rhody.

"Every-body's, every-body's" all the citizen's except for me and the zombies knelt down, not looking at Aunt Rhody, I pulled down my mask, just then you hear,  the most hoarse "dead" come out of our mouths. We were breathing heavily.

A few seconds later, two little voices began to sing "Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody,that everybody's" it was from small children who're holding hands and dancing around in little circles. Everyone stood up and faced Mayor Aunt Rhody as they clapped their hands  "Bravo" they said, continuing to clap "Bravo, that was a lovely  performance!" they shouted, walking towards their citizens. Aunt Rhody was split person down the middle. One side of them was a woman that had kinky curly hair that was tied up, some of the hair was all over the place. The other side was a man, he had a faint cut next to his mouth, his hair was blonde and he had blue eyes while the woman had cinnamon colored eyes, her name was Aunt while his name was Rhody. They wore a long black trench coat with a crisp white, button up shirt. Their pants were black and so was their dress shoes.

They were the nicest mayor you'd ever see or hear about.

"We loved it, such grace and love, we could feel it from up here!" They announced pointing at their chair. Grima pulled up her mask, not taking her eyes off them.

The citizen's do not know who Grima was or who she belonged to. Not even the Mayor.

They knew that Alexandra had Dante, but they didn't know that she had Grima.

She was kind of a secret, because no one asked.

Grima didn't want to stay to hear Aunt Rhody's speech, for it had absolutely nothing to do with her. She held herself as she went home, it was a beautiful night, and the little monstress was enjoying her walk.

Once she got to her street, she looked at the street sign "Somewhere between psychotic and iconic street" Grima read before walking down the street until she reached her home. Grima opened the picket fence door and closed it. She noticed some of the lights were off as she walked onto the porch, the sounds of the wood creaking under her booties reminded her of a house she didn't want to remember. Grima knocked on the door before waiting for someone to open it.

"Who?" A stern voice said behind the door, she knew who it was; Dante.

The little monstress pressed a hand onto the door before looking down at the porch "Dante, it's Grima..." She said in a low voice, the door unlocked and opened, Grima squinted before putting a hand over her eyes. The light from the inside the house almost blinded the young monstress. "Hey Grimms, how was the celebration?" Dante said putting his arms around his little sister, Grima placed her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. "It was... Nice." She replied as her brother released her from his grasp, Grima bowed before going up to her room which was in the attic. She walked up the stairs while looking around the house, it was always warm. Grima slowly walked down the hall before aproaching her ladder and climbing up.

Grima Li's room wasn't that special, she had a twin sized bed that was up against the wall when you first climb up. Basically it's the first thing you see when you entered her room. It even had a huge sun roof that had Christmas lights around the edges, her mother always turned them on at night. On the left side of the room was a book shelf filled with books such as;

-Paradise Lost

-Moby Dick

-Gulliver's Travels

- Pride and Prejudice

-Chicken Soup for the Soul

-Lord of the Flies

-South Beach Diet

-Hunt for Red October

-To kill a Mockingbird

- Zen of the art of Motorcycle Maintenance

-Cask of Amontillado

-Call of the Wild

-War of the Worlds

-The Adventures of Huck Finn

-Myth of Sisyphus

-Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

- Clan of the Cave Bear

-Prince and the Pauper

-Waiting for Godoth

-Bridget Jones Diary

-Antony and Cleopatra

-Oliver Twist

-Titus Andronicus

-Hamlet

-Macbeth

She read all of them.

On the right, was her night stand that holds all of my mouth masks, she also had a TV attached to her wall infront of her bed, and had many classic horror movies! She had merchandise from the strange game called Five Nights at Freddy's that her dad bought her while he was away on his businesstrips. There's nothing else to say other than she had a wardrobe filled with clothes and a dresser that holds all of her unused perfumes and scented lotions. That's it!

Grima removed her dress and boots to put on her black pajama pants, she quickly removed her small bra and put on a white spaghetti strapped shirt. The many eyed monstress kicked her clothes across the room before climbing into the bed.

She decided to wash up tomorrow. 

The many eyed monstress looked at the sun roof before removing her mask and placing it onto the night stand. The stars were twinkling, Grima closed her eyes, scrunched up her nose, and crossed her fingers, making a wish; to get out of that town! Grima slowly opened her many eyes, she then clapped her hands as the Christmas lights turned off.

Another awesome night she had with the town.

The Acquisition- Chapter 7

Parings: Business owner!Bucky x Reader (AU)

Summary: You are part of a business merger. Can you make it through with your heart still intact, or will The Winter Soldier tear you apart?

Warnings: None

A/N: Yay! Next chapter! I wanted to release this today in honor of my book coming out tomorrow!! Enjoy this chapter and as always, love is always appreciated!

Word Count: 2070

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The wedding designer, Natasha, comes to visit and she is a flurry of activity. She drops a few large bags on the kitchen floor and looks around, wide eyed and bushy tailed. “Wow, this place is huge!” She seems to then notice me and extends her hand. “Hi, I’m Natasha. You must be the bride-to-be.”

I take hers and she gives me a firm shake. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Mr. Barnes has told me money’s no object and whatever you want you can have. Have you found a dress yet? Do you have any color schemes in mind? What about flowers?”

I chuckle. “No to all. It’s a sudden engagement and I figure whatever you want to do will be good enough.”

She apprases me. “Pregnant?”

I wave my hands in front of me. “No, definitely not. There’s a family issue and this is what’s going to work best for us.”

I hear Steve and Bucky coming down the stairs, the two of them in the middle of a discussion. They come into view and Natasha straightens her back. “Sirs.”

“Hi Nat. Thanks for agreeing to plan this on such short notice. I promise you, whatever you need I’ll make sure you get. Steve is going to stay here. I have a few things I need to take care of and then I’ll be back.” He places his hand on the small of my back. When I turn my head to the side, offering him my cheek, he leans down and plants a delicate kiss on it. “I’ll see you all later.” He drops his hand and turns to Nat. “Make sure she’s happy, Nat. I’m trusting you.”

“I’ve got her. She’s in good hands with me.”

He keeps his lips pressed together and nods once. He looks at Steve and the two of them have a silent conversation. What is that about?

He leaves and Natasha jumps right in talking about arrangements, flowers, centerpieces, and invitations. My head spins with all the dizzying details she’s throwing my way. What color do I want the napkins to be? What about the centerpieces? Do I want floral or something more contemporary. Where is the wedding going to take place? The last one is what really get me. I have no idea where I want to get married. Most girls dream up their perfect wedding from a young age. I won’t be able to do anything I want, not with such short notice anyway.

“Would I even be able to find something nice with such short notice?”

“Maybe. It all depends on what you want though.”

I bite my thumbnail, my face scrunched, then sigh. “I don’t know what I want. Do you have any suggestions?”

“We could always look at a function hall type of place, or even a hotel. They might have a ballroom empty. I’m sure if we let them know it’s for James Barnes they will find a way to make it work.”

“What about at Asset?” I want to look around the place again, now that I know what to expect, and this would be a good excuse to do so without letting anyone know my real intentions.

Nat’s eyes light up and she nods. “That would be perfect. They have the big open area, we just need to move the spanking bench out of there and the floggers. I’m sure there is a spot it can be stored for the time being. We also have the ballroom area down there that could double as the dance floor. We just need to move the cages out. I love it! Steve what do you think?”

He eyes my suspiciously. “I’m not sure. We would have to run it by Bucky.”

“You’re half owner, Steve. Plus Bucky said whatever makes me happy. This would make me happy.” I bounce in my seat a little. “When is he going to be home?”

“He’s in a meeting this morning, he said he would be home around three.”

“Well I can’t wait that long. Let’s go.”

“Go where?” he asks.

“Asset. I want to check it out and see if it would work for the wedding. It would be cheaper because he already owns it, we wouldn’t have to rent the space. It’s just a matter of a caterer, and rentals for the tables, chairs and linens. Overall, that wouldn’t be so bad.

“I think we should wait for him to get back.”

Now’s the time to pull out the big guns, and see how much pull I have. “Steve. Bucky said to keep me happy, and this is what I want. You’re coming with us, it’s not like we’re leaving you here. Nat can show me around, let me get a sense of the place and I can decide if it’s right for me.” In more ways than one.

“Steve, she’ll be safe with us. Come on, I think it’s a great idea, and the place means a lot to him,” Nat persists.

Through gritted teeth he responds. “Fine. I’ll let him know where we’re headed and he can meet us there.”

~~

The driver is weaving his way through traffic, heading toward Brooklyn. “So, Nat. How do you know Steve and Bucky?”

She looks at Steve before answering. “I’m a member of the club. I also help plan the socials they host once a month.” Hesitantly she asks, “How much do you know about the club?”

“Bucky brought her there yesterday and she ran out after Tony scared her.” He turns to look at me and tilts his head a fraction. “Which is why I find it interesting that you want to go back.” He raises his eyebrow in question and crosses his arms over his wide chest.

“Are you part of the scene?” Nat interjects.

I small giggle bubbles up. “No. I, um, yesterday was my first time in that type of situation.”

Her eyes light up and she licks her lips. “A virgin? Let me show you around. There are places only subs and enter. There are also a lot of rules when you enter that must be followed. I’ll help you blend in today.”

I look down at my summer dress and wedges. “Is this not good enough?”

“No. There is a strict code that must be followed. I’m sure we can find a corset and skirt that will fit you. James’ favorite is black, and I’m sure we can find something appropriate.”

“Nat,” Steve warns through clenched teeth.

I place my hand on his arm. “No, Steve, it’s fine. I want to see and if this is how it’s supposed to be done, I want to do it. It’s fine. You’ll be there to keep me safe. I trust you.”

“Yeah, well I don’t trust half the men in there,” he mumbles. I ignore it and look at Nat who’s beaming.

~~

“I’ll be right outside the locker room. Nat, if she’s not out in ten minutes, I’m coming in after her.”

“So protective. You’d think she was made of gold the way you are with her.”

“Bucky has his reasons for wanting to keep her safe.”

She links arms with mine and pulls me into the locker room. It’s a bit of a let down. I was expecting there to be all sorts of black lights and kinky stuff. This looks like the locker room at the gym. Lockers, showers, toilets.

“You were expecting more?” Nat quirks her eyebrow.

I chuckle and shake my head. “Yeah, I guess so. I thought it would be… kinky or something.”

“Not everything has to be that way. Sometimes you need to pull back to get in the right frame of mind.” She opens a locker and pulls out a corset with a bunch of belts along the front and a flared black mini skirt and black thigh high socks. She seems to have no shame and waits for me to take my dress off and I fidget, not wanting to get naked in front of her. “Oh. Go behind the curtain and get changed. I’ll help you get the corset tightened.”

I do as she asks and come out with the corset pulled up around my boobs, skirt and socks. My panties are still on too. She fastens the corset and pulls my hair back out of my face and looks at her handy work. “Lose the panties. It throws everything off.”

“No. Someone might see my butt, this thing is way too short.” I put my hands over my butt trying to make sure it’s covered.”

“It’s been ten minutes, Nat.” Steve says pushing the door open. He stops in the doorframe and blinks at me a few times.

“How do I look, Steve?” I spin in a slow circle and stop when I’m facing him again.

He clears his throat. “Good. You’ll, um, you’ll fit right in here.” I smile and clasps my hands in front of me, looking toward the ground. He sticks his finger under my chin and tilts my head up. “You don’t belong to anyone and you have not given submission to anyone. Don’t look down when you’re talking with Dom’s here. Some are like vultures, and you’re fresh meat. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You hold all the power.”

Nat joins us wearing something similar to me, but she has on thigh high boots with a small red hourglass design on the side. “Come on, let’s show you around and plan your wedding.”

We take our time walking through the various locations as Nat paints a picture of the whole set up for the wedding. She truly has a talent for designing and making me understand her vision.

“Nat, I think this is going to be amazing. You’re sure you can pull it off?”

“I’m sure I can figure it out. There are a few vendors that owe me, I’ll make sure they pay up.

The air around us seems to electrify and shivers run down my body. I turn to see the reason for my unease. Bucky is standing a few feet behind us. Watching. Waiting. I shift my weight from one leg to the other and jut my hip out, crossing my arms over my chest. The extra pressure pushing my already restrained breasts closer together. The look on his face is one of raw lust and he licks his lips, never breaking eye contact.

“Y/N, why are you wearing that?”

I look down, suddenly insecure in my appearance. Don’t look down. I repeat the words Steve said earlier and look back up at him. “Nat thought it would be best for me to fit in while she gave me a tour of the place and hatched out our entire wedding. Do I not look good? She said you like black.”

He takes a few steps toward me and stops when the toes of his shoes touch mine. “Give me a few minutes alone with my fiancée.” He grabs my elbow and gently leads me toward one of the rooms, closing the door behind us.

“You don’t have to do this. We don’t have to have the wedding here, and you don’t have to dress like that.”

“Nat said there is special protocol I have to follow when I’m here. I thought you’d appreciate that I’m trying to follow the rules you have in place.”

He runs his fingers through his hair and a lock falls over his eyebrow. I push it back in place, waiting for him to continue. “You’re the exception. This isn’t your scene. This isn’t what you’re in to, and that’s fine. I won’t force you.”

“What if there are some things I wouldn’t mind… trying?”

His lips raise in a half smirk. “Are there?”

“Maybe,” I squeak.

He takes his hand in mine. “This world is all about trust. You would have to trust me to not let harm come to you. You would have to trust I know what’s best for you in a scene. I would never push you into anything you’re not comfortable with. That includes anything in regards to me. I will push you to limits, but I won’t break them.” He appraises me. “You really need to get some clothes on, because I may have a lot of willpower, but even I have a breaking point. And that outfit is it.”

Next Chapter

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➳ part: 3/?

➳ pairing: taehyung x yoongi

➳ genre: angst (with a happy ending), hanahaki au

➳ warnings: mention of death, non-kinky choking

➳ word count: 8.2k

Read on AO3 or below the cut.  

yoongi was letting sunflowers overtake his lungs, and taehyung had a hard enough time watching him slowly die instead of telling hoseok his true feelings. but taehyung’s own crush was getting the best of him, and life managed to complicate itself even further when he began coughing up flowers, too. and not just any flowers, either. they had to be cherry blossoms, yoongi’s favorite.

“Oh my god,” Taehyung gasped. Jeongguk unlocked the door, and the dorm swirled around Taehyung as he stumbled in after him. With his hands on his frozen cheeks, he squeezed his eyes shut and repeated, “Oh my god.”

He felt numb, partially from the cold air they just spent fifteen minutes running in, but mostly from the panic stabbing its way through him. His chest was tightening by the second, and the flowers weren’t helping any.

“Hey,” Jeongguk turned to face him, placing a hand on his arm and giving it a squeeze through his winter coat. But all Taehyung could focus on was the gym bag hanging off of Jeongguk’s shoulder. “It’s okay. We did a good thing, right? It’ll help him.”

Taehyung nodded and looked away from him, down at his own gloved hands. He tried to hold them still, but they wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Uh…Gguk?” Jimin asked. Jeongguk spun around and immediately turned sheepish.

Jeongguk and Jimin had pushed both of their beds together to make one full-sized bed, fairy lights strung around the headboard, and Jimin was sitting with his legs crossed in the middle of it. He sat up straight as soon as they burst in and was watching them closely.

“I thought you went to the dance studio on Wednesdays.”

“I do,” Jimin said. “But I had to study for the math final. It’s tomorrow, remember?”

The words of Jeongguk’s response blended together, and Taehyung’s heart was still hammering in his chest. He used the opportunity to try to even his breathing while the attention was off of him, tapping his fingers on his thigh and counting back from 20.

Everything was fine, they didn’t get caught, and he was going to help Yoongi live longer.

“Seriously, what’s going on?” he thought he heard Jimin whisper, and he opened his eyes. Jimin was tiptoeing over to them, his concerned eyes set on Taehyung before they flitted back to Jeongguk. “You stole the oxygen tank, didn’t you?”

Taehyung’s heart rate picked back up. It was that obvious?  

“No, of course not,” Jeongguk said.

“So, if I looked in that gym bag, I wouldn’t find an oxygen tank?”

“Okay, fine. Listen, babe,” Jeongguk said, and Jimin lifted his eyebrows, “you guys said doing the surgery would be a bad idea, which, you know, fair. But Tae said he was down for this, so,” he slipped his hands into his coat pockets and shrugged, “yeah, there’s a stolen oxygen tank in my bag, along with a regulator and a few cannulas.”

“Jeon Jeongguk,” Jimin said, reaching behind Taehyung to slam the door shut. The sound made Taehyung jump, and he sucked in another breath and covered his face with his hands again as if breathing into his gloves would make it easier. “You might want to stop talking so loud.”

“Park Jimin,” Jeongguk said. “You said it first.”

Their voices still sounded like faint echoes, and Jimin’s arm wrapping around Taehyung’s shoulders only made him startle again.

“I whispered it,” he said. “Also, you’re an idiot. Tae, everything’s okay. Alright? You’re safe.”

Taehyung nodded into his hands, but the panic was disrupting the cherry blossoms in his lungs, and he had to lift his head to start coughing. At the very least, the room was beginning to stop swirling as he alternated between the gasps of a panic attack and the coughs of yet another episode of his disease.

“I’ll get him water,” Jeongguk said, dropping the gym bag onto the bed before slipping out into the hallway. Jimin led Taehyung to sit down at his desk chair and gave him a garbage can to start spitting blood-stained pink petals into.

“Were you really down for it?” Jimin asked. “Or did he talk you into it like he usually does?”

“It was—” Taehyung cleared his throat, coughing once more and producing three more petals. He shook his head. “I wa-wanted to do it. I had the idea before he even brought it up.”

He sighed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He was starting to sweat through his jacket, but he hardly had the time to talk before he started coughing again, let alone unzip and shrug off his winter coat.

“I just didn’t—I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Did an alarm go off or anything?” Taehyung shook his head. “Try not to worry, then. Everything you got can’t cost more than thirty thousand won.”

“Mm,” Taehyung mumbled with his head in the trash can. “I guess.”

He felt Jimin poke him in his shoulder, “And at least invite me next time, especially if the next step is grand theft auto.”

Taehyung lifted his head to see Jimin giving him a playful grin, the one he always used to try to make Taehyung laugh. And he tried to laugh, he really did, but it ended up sounding more like another sigh.

“I just want Yoongi—” More coughs, more petals. “I want him to be okay. Why doesn’t he get to be happy? Why don’t I—”    

And he was cut off yet again by the floral arrangement in his lungs. There was the click of the door opening and closing and Jeongguk tossed a water bottle over to Jimin, who placed it delicately on the desk beside Taehyung.

“Have you thought any more about telling him?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

He understood now why Yoongi got so annoyed with him. It really was pointless to let yourself get rejected when you knew that’s what the outcome would be, and having others try to get your hopes up about it only made it worse.

Maybe resigning himself to death without doing anything about it seemed stupid or pessimistic from the outside, but if that was the only possible end to all of this, why would he even bother?

He let himself be sent into another fit of coughs, rough and tortured enough to hopefully make Jimin forget his question.

Once his lungs finally stopped seizing some 20 minutes later, he uncapped the water bottle and let the cold water burn the back of its throat on its way down. It was best he got back to his dorm before, well, before the whole theft was rendered pointless.

The thought made him choke again, and another flower petal found its way into his lap. He tried to stand but found himself falling right into Jimin, who hadn’t left his side. Jimin gripped his shoulders tightly as he staggered backward.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and Taehyung nodded with his eyes closed. Even so, he felt Jimin’s worried gaze on him. “You should stay a while and relax. We could catch up on One Piece since we’re like five seasons behind.”

“No, I…I should get going,” Taehyung opened his eyes and tried to stand up straight. “Yoongi’s been really depressed since everything with Hoseok. I don’t want to leave him much longer.”

Jimin watched him for another moment before letting out a sigh. “I’ll walk you, then.”

He bundled up in his bomber jacket and sat beside Jeongguk on their bed to pull his boots on, and Jeongguk leaned back on his hands to frown at Taehyung. “If anything happens, I’ll take the blame. We don’t want you dying in prison.”

He let out an ‘oof’ as Jimin smacked him in the chest with the back of his hand, but Taehyung cracked a small smile. “Thanks, Gguk,” he said, holding out his palm. Jeongguk glanced at it and up at Taehyung before, for the first time in a year, they did their secret handshake.

“I’ll text you when I’m on my way back,” Jimin pulled the gym bag up on his shoulder and gave Jeongguk a quick kiss on the cheek. Jeongguk leaned into it and looked up at Jimin with a soft fondness that Taehyung couldn’t help but feel bitter about. Even with his feelings for Jimin gone forever, his longing for love remained, and it was a wish that was going to die with him. “Be ready to be quizzed on statistics formulas.”

“Aye aye,” Jeongguk saluted playfully, but even he had worry in his eyes as he watched them leave.

The walk to Taehyung and Yoongi’s dorm was quiet, save for Taehyung clearing his throat every so often. It was perpetually sore at this point, but he mostly did it as an awkward way of filling the silence.

As he leaned against Jimin, arm hooked in his, he knew Jimin wanted to press the matter further. Tell Yoongi, he could hear him thinking. You never know what could happen.

But he didn’t say a word until they stopped outside of the dorm and he passed the bag to Taehyung, who bowed under its weight. Jimin brought his hands up to warm Taehyung’s cheeks, his own cheeks flushed under his fluffy white hat, and Taehyung looked down at his feet.

“You’re my best friend, Tae,” he said, and everything Taehyung knew he was thinking was behind those five words. Do something. Don’t make me miss you, was among them most of all.

The light was on when Taehyung unlocked the door to his dorm, and Yoongi was surprisingly awake. He sat up in his bed with a comic book in his lap, and his tired eyes followed Taehyung as he shook his boots off in the doorway.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked, voice hoarse. It was dark out, and the twenty minutes Taehyung was coughing up flowers may have been more like 45, now that he’s looking at the clock.

“Art studio,” he lied. “My portrait for painting and drawing is due Friday.”

He didn’t know why he said it. He was about to pull out the very oxygen tank he and Jeongguk stole and present it to Yoongi like a gift, anyway. But he looked at Yoongi, at his pale skin and dark circles, at his thin frame beneath the sheets, and he wondered if maybe he could pass it off as something they got by more honest means. He didn’t want to stress him out any more than he already was.

“Did, um,” he started, setting the bag down gently on his bed. His entire body, still weak from before, sighed in relief once the weight was lifted. “Has Hobi talked to you yet?”

“Not since I told him,” Yoongi said, and he groaned a bit as he shifted in his bed. “Joonie said Hoseok thinks if he keeps his distance, I have more of a chance of getting better.”

“Is he right?”

“Does it look like it?”

In the past couple of weeks, Yoongi had only gotten worse. He’d longed for Hoseok to break the distance and talk to him again, the sudden radio silence from his best friend keeping him awake at night. He choked up whole sunflower after whole sunflower into the trash, and his throat was too raw to eat much more than beef broth. Some days, it was a wonder how he was still alive.

Taehyung averted his eyes, and Yoongi quickly changed the subject.

“Since when do you go to the gym, Taehyungie?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s,” Taehyung glanced at the bag on the bed behind him, “it’s Jeongguk’s. He let me borrow it.”

“You’re only starting to make sense,” Yoongi said, a small playful grin on his face despite his condition, despite the entire situation at large.

Taehyung met his expectant gaze and was out of time to come up with a lie. The question about Hoseok was a way to gauge Yoongi’s mood and to see how he might react to more stress, but the difference in the way he responded to that and the way he was teasing Taehyung now only made it harder for Taehyung to think. He had no clue where else he could have gotten an oxygen tank without going to the doctor.

So, he stammered, “I got you something,” and turned around to unzip the bag. The zipper snagged, and he let out a heavy sigh, tapping his foot on the tile floor. It was stupid to break the law to get this, especially when he had no clue how to use it. Yoongi was going to think he was so stupid.

“You…got me something?”  

When Taehyung faced Yoongi again, he was sitting up at the edge of his bed and leaning forward to look. “It’s, ah, well,” Taehyung rung his hands and decided to just bite the bullet. Maybe Yoongi wouldn’t ask how he got it. He slid the tank from the bag and set it at his feet. “Since you refuse to go to the doctor.”

He had to physically force himself to look at Yoongi, and when he did, Yoongi was giving the oxygen tank a once-over with that playful grin still on his face.

“Did you steal this?”

Taehyung opened his mouth to deny it but was rendered absolutely speechless. “Wh—Why would you—”

“First of all, I know you, Taehyungie. Better than you think,” Yoongi said, and Taehyung shut his mouth. He did? “Every time we finish arguing about the doctor, you have this look on your face like you’re determined to find alternatives.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean—”

“Second, I know Jeongguk,” he said. “And he tweeted ‘007 time baby, do do dodo, do do dodo,’ two hours ago. I’m just connecting the dots.”

Taehyung blinked. He should have known Jeongguk would tweet that, with the way he was singing it the entire walk to the nursing building.

“I know it was stupid, but—“ he started, just so he could say it before Yoongi.

Yoongi cut him off, though, voice still light and teasing. “You know you can buy them on Amazon, right? For like 50 thousand won.”

“What?”

“They ship empty, but if Jeongguk is friends with those nursing majors, they’d probably find a way to fill it for him.”

“Okay Detective Min,” Taehyung started to relax. Yoongi wasn’t mad or stressed; he was more resigned if anything, as if this wasn’t actually happening and was one big joke. Taehyung would have liked it to be, so he played along. “If you’re so smart, help me connect the dots on how this thing works.”

“Suddenly the sunflowers have eaten my brain matter,” Yoongi gave a wide, gummy smile this time. He fell backwards into his bed with his legs still hanging off the edge, and he let out a groan that was somewhere in between real and exaggerated.

Taehyung watched the way Yoongi’s shirt rode up and revealed just an inch of his torso, but Yoongi pulled his hand away from his face too quickly. Panicked, Taehyung took the regulator and a cannula from the bag and knelt on the ground beside the oxygen tank.

He did all he knew to do, pulling up YouTube and searching ‘how to use an oxygen tank.’ Somewhere within the course of the 6-minute video, Yoongi ended up on the floor too, hunched over with his chin in his palm, watching Taehyung try to figure it out.

“So, he says this goes--” Taehyung mumbled, sliding the regulator onto the tank. “Wait.” He leaned back over his phone and restarted the video, biting down on his bottom lip and trying to put all his focus into what he was doing and not on the way Yoongi was watching him.

“At this rate,” Yoongi said, shifting his chin into his other hand, “I’m going to die before you get it set up.”

“Don’t say that,” Taehyung breathed out, but Yoongi was laughing at him. “You know random facts about everything. Don’t you know anything about this?”

“Oh, I do,” Yoongi said. “It’s just fun watching you try to figure it out.”

Taehyung cleared his throat, his cheeks burning, and he forced a grin as he shook his head. Yoongi did end up helping him eventually, once he spent ten minutes trying to figure out how to unscrew the tank’s valve. But he mostly did it himself, and as he took the nasal cannula out of its packaging, he made a hasty decision to keep doing it all for Yoongi.

He hooked the tubing up to the tank and fumbled with it, turning it over in his hands. And there, on the tile floor of their tiny dorm room, he scooted over and reached out to put it on Yoongi.

“Ah, so if it’s--um, if it’s anything like the dramas…” he said, pulling his arms back for just a second. “I think it just…”

Yoongi’s shoulders sagged, and he let out an awkward chuckle.  “I can--I mean, you don’t have to--”

He put a light hand on Taehyung’s arm but immediately went still as Taehyung pressed the cannula into his nose. Taehyung brushed his hands over Yoongi’s cheeks and hooked the tubing over his ears, holding his breath the whole way through.

The thing was, Yoongi wasn’t the touching type. He and Taehyung had never hugged or even been this close to each other in the year and a half that they’d known each other. With each second that passed, he fully expected Yoongi to push away and finish putting it on himself.

But he didn’t. He let Taehyung touch him, and for the briefest of moments, Taehyung thought he saw a glimmer of what wasn’t there. They looked at eachother, Yoongi’s eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion and Taehyung’s hands still on either side of his face, and he thought he saw a glimmer of hope.

But as soon as it was there, it was gone. So fast that Taehyung knew it was his own illness clouding his vision.

He pulled his hands back and jumped up before he could give himself away. He could practically feel the flowers growing in his lungs, his chest getting heavy.

“So, that should be good!” He said, his voice a pitch higher than it should be. “I hope it’s okay. The guy in the video said too much oxygen could be really bad, so I set it on one of the lower flow rates. But, uh, I don’t know. You really should see a doc—“

“It’s fine, Tae,” Yoongi said, gazing up at him from the floor. Even now, with the cannula draping his face and the sickness taking over every inch of his body, he looked so handsome. So cool, like the first day they met. “If I have to die, it’d be kind of cool to die at the hands of the thing meant to keep me alive.”

“Would you stop talking like that?” Taehyung whined. Yoongi held out his hand for him to help him up, and although he winced the entire time it took him to stand, he still chuckled.

“I’m just joking.”

“Well, it’s not funny.”

Yoongi’s smile fell and what looked like confusion overcame his features. He started to pout, and they met eyes, his searching Taehyung’s for some reason. Taehyung could feel him getting ready to ask why it upset him so damn much, and he instantly thought of what Jimin said.

He could easily lean in and kiss Yoongi right then, explain all of the times he had seemingly overreacted or cared far too much. He could take his chances before it was too late, and see if the odds of Yoongi reciprocating before he inevitably died were in his favor.

He just had to work up the nerve.

Before he could make any decision at all, though, Yoongi’s features softened. He shifted his weight and cleared his throat, wincing again. “Agh, sorry,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Hey, um...you don’t usually go home for winter break, do you?”

Taehyung snapped himself back to reality. “No,” he said. His family had stopped celebrating Christmas after his grandma died, and his parents started taking a long vacation during the holidays when he went to college. “No, I stay here. It’s kind of nice.”

Yoongi glanced down at the oxygen tank and then back up at Taehyung, taking a deep breath. It sent him into another fit of coughs before he could speak again.

“Would you, ah,” he started, voice rough now, “would you mind coming home with me? To Daegu?”

“Oh,” Taehyung let out involuntarily, taking a step back. He was so distracted by his thoughts, he didn’t even consider where Yoongi was going with that.

“It’s just that, well,” Yoongi sighed before he began to stammer, “I have to tell my parents, and it’s stressing me out. Joonie usually stays here too, but he’s going home with Seokjin this year, since they’re apparently dating now. And I’m not even sure I can make it to the train station by myself, if I’m being honest.”

“They’re dating?” Taehyung asked. He could have seen that outcome to Namjoon and Jin’s 7-year-long friendship from a mile away. When he first met them, he thought they were already dating. The question was only to give him more time to process Yoongi’s request.

Jimin asked him to come home with him for Christmas a few days ago, just like he did last year. And just like last year, Taehyung insisted that he’d be fine on campus by himself. He didn’t want to impose, and he needed time alone to process everything that was happening.

But this was...this was Yoongi. And the last time he declined the offer from the person he was growing flowers for, Jimin came back to their dorm with the news that he had a crush on Jeongguk. That they spent the entirety of winter break texting and he thought Jeongguk might have been flirting with him and Wasn’t he just so cute, Taehyungie? He shouldn’t make that mistake again, no matter how slim his chances are.

“Yeah. Namjoon coughed up like two daisy petals before Jin hyung found out and kissed him or whatever,” Yoongi said, and he laughed humorlessly to himself. “I guess I’m the one who drew the short straw in this friend group.”

His weak smile fell again, quickly, before Taehyung could even say anything.

“Well, I guess you did too...with Jimin and everything,” Yoongi shifted again. He plopped down onto his bed and shook his head. “You have a second chance though, you know? A guy in your one of your art classes or something. I’m happy that you get that at least.”

“Hyung…” Taehyung started. This was his opening, as clear as day, to just say it and see what happened. It couldn’t be any worse than what was bound to happen anyway.

Hyung, you are my second chance.

But he couldn’t get himself to speak, not before Yoongi continued, and the opening that was there disappeared in an instant.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Yoongi said. “I know. I’m being depressing again. Uh...so, will you? Come to Daegu with me?”

Taehyung took a breath, shaking the possibilities out of his mind, and he felt the petals of another cherry blossom creeping their way up his throat.

His own interests aside, this was the only time throughout this whole thing that Yoongi had asked anything of him. He’d been so stubborn, so himself, and now here he was stumbling over his words, asking Taehyung for the support he’d already been trying to give him. So what was he supposed to do, say no?

“Of course, Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung choked out. There was a petal in his mouth now, accompanied by the metallic taste of blood, and he bit down and tried to swallow it back down. “Anything you need. Of course I will.”

“Thanks, Taehyung-ah.”

Taehyung gave a curt nod and side-stepped toward the door. His chest was getting more and more congested, and if he waited any longer, he’d cough a flower up onto Yoongi’s feet.

“I have to pee,” he said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll be right back.”

-

For the rest of finals week, Yoongi continued to crack jokes from his bed, some hilarious but most of them tasteless, while Taehyung studied or worked on projects. Despite being too out of it to take any of his own exams, Yoongi kept a brave face.

The vulnerability that made itself known on his face when asking about Daegu didn’t show up again until the day they were supposed to leave.

Yoongi tapped his foot on their dorm floor, his suitcase and oxygen tank on either side of him. “I have to sit down,” he said, taking a few steps to fall onto his mattress. His breathing was loud and heavy as the oxygen flowed through the cannula.

He spent all of his limited energy on making his bed, protesting every time Taehyung offered to do it for him, and spent a whole twenty minutes straightening his comforter. Now that the guys were on their way over, he could barely stand.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s--I’m fine,” Yoongi waved him off, but he was struggling to catch his breath. “Everyone is--” he swallowed, before letting out a few dry coughs. “Everyone is still coming over?”

“Yeah.”

“And you didn’t tell them I’m practically on my deathbed, right? Namjoonie is the only one who knows?”

Taehyung hesitated. “Yes, but hyung, I think it’s pretty obvio--”

“This is going to be like any other goodbye before break, okay?” Yoongi said, voice rising. It was still quiet, his throat too destroyed to even speak normally, but he was getting as loud as he could. “I’m not attending my own fucking funeral, Tae.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung nodded and pulled out his phone. “I said, and I quote. ‘Me and Yoongi hyung are leaving for Daegu soon, please come by the dorm if you can! We want to see all your pretty faces before break.’ And everyone said they’d be on their way soon like a half hour ago.”

Well, everyone except Hoseok. But Taehyung wasn’t going to say it unless Yoongi asked.

While he had his phone out, Taehyung opened up his group chat with Jeongguk and Jimin.

From: Taehyung

In: two soulmates and their child

Sent: 14:34, Dec. 13

please please please please act like you don’t know Yoongi hyung is dying please I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone

He never got a reply, and a light tapping on their dorm door less than a minute later told him exactly why. His eyes fluttered closed as he pulled it open. Great. He was going to upset Yoongi even more.

“Hyung-ah!” Jimin’s voice rang through their room as he bounced inside, Jeongguk trailing in after him.

“Jiminie,” Yoongi pressed his lips into a smile, and Taehyung could tell he was trying not to wince. “How did your finals go?”

“Good, good,” Jimin said. “I think I failed statistics, but that’s for future Jimin to worry about. Did your Ethics exam go okay?”

Jimin sat down beside Yoongi, and when he and Taehyung met eyes, Taehyung was able to let out a breath of relief. He read his text after all.

“I, uh, I think I failed that too,” Yoongi lied, chuckling lowly. “But who needs ethics? Everyone knows anarchy would be superior.”  

“That’s a debate we’ll save for another time, hyung,” Jimin patted Yoongi’s leg, and damn, he was good at this. He paid no mind to the oxygen tank on the floor or the tubing snaking its way up and around Yoongi’s face. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t there.

Jeongguk, however, was the complete opposite. He pushed his long hair out of his face to reveal bloodshot eyes, hopefully only to Taehyung. His gaze kept flitting to the oxygen tank he stole, and he wasn’t saying a word.

“Gguk,” Taehyung said, and it only served to startle him.

“Huh?”

“Did Namjoon hyung tell you if they were--”

Another knock at their door cut him off before he could finish his question, this one heavy and rhythmic. Taehyung opened it again, hoping Hoseok was accompanying them, but it was just Jin and Namjoon in their winter coats.

Yoongi seemed to have been thinking the same thing, face brightening at the knocking only to darken when he counted two instead of three.

“Is Hobi coming?” he asked, which to be fair, would have been a normal question a few months ago.

“He, uh,” Namjoon was in the middle of taking his coat off, and he looked to Seokjin for help, eyes wide.

“He had to say goodbye to...someone else first,” Jin supplied, and Taehyung could see him squeeze Namjoon’s arm from behind. “But he should be here soon.”

The hush that fell over the room was proof enough that everyone knew what Yoongi desperately didn’t want them to, and they knew enough to guess what it all meant. Hoseok had stopped growing cherry blossoms, while sunflowers continued to take over Yoongi’s lungs.

Namjoon took his phone out and sent a text, hopefully to Hoseok.

“I can’t believe you got Taehyung-ah to come home with you for Christmas!” Jimin was the first to break the silence. “He always tells me he’d rather stay here. Alone. Instead of coming with me. It’s so annoying.”

Yoongi shook off whatever thoughts he had running through his head, and he looked at Taehyung. His expression turned foolish, the way it had been all week every time he’d tease him.

“Yeah, I had to practically beg him,” he said. “He’s so stubborn.”

“What are you talking about?” Taehyung whined. “I said yes right away.”

“Oh,” Jimin leaned back, mocking disdain. “So you’ll say yes right away to him but not me, your platonic soulmate? Okay.”

“I thought I was your platonic soulmate,” Yoongi said, despite Jimin never having said that to him in his life.

“You know what, Yoongi?” Jimin said. “At this point, you just might be.”

“As long as the word platonic is in front of it, I’m cool with whoever,” Jeongguk added despite the frown he was still wearing.

“You guys are so mean.”

Everything started to fall back into normalcy, or at least as normal as it could get with everyone but Hoseok there and the hint of death lingering over them like a shadow.

Jin ended up beside Yoongi, telling him about some American recipe he found on Naver the day before, and how Yoongi will ‘have to help him make it when they get back from break.’ Meanwhile, Namjoon was showing Taehyung photos from a Surrealist art exhibit he went to for his Humanities class and expressively telling him the stories behind each painting and its artist.

Every so often, Yoongi would butt in to say Namjoon was ruining the post-finals vibe with his academic art history talk, which made it easier for Taehyung to focus on Namjoon’s words. If Yoongi was still teasing, that meant he wasn’t folding into himself, and Taehyung didn’t have to keep checking on him.

Jeongguk had his face buried in Jimin’s shoulder, leaning forward so much that they both wavered and stumbled around. Taehyung could hear him sniffling and mumbling sad words, but every third sentence, he’d lift his head and kiss Jimin’s neck or jaw. Jimin was rubbing Jeongguk’s back under his shirt, and to the untrained eye, it would appear to be the same type of PDA they always did when Jeongguk was stressed about grades or petty family drama.

It was normal. As normal as it could be. Until there was another knock at the door.

Hoseok was flushed, with swollen cherry-red lips and a fleece headband over his ears. Yoongi instantly brightened upon seeing him, as though all of his energy was replenished by the mere sight, and Taehyung realized he didn’t stand a chance.

“Sorry I’m so late,” he said, pulling his headband off as he took a step through the door. He managed to look everywhere but Yoongi, from Jimin and Jeongguk’s connected bodies, to Namjoon’s phone, to Taehyung’s heavily rising and falling chest.

“You’re here!” Jimin exclaimed, still playing the nothing-is-wrong part well. He was now hanging off of Jeongguk, who kept his hair in his face and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

But the greeting came a moment too late, just as Hoseok let himself look at Yoongi. He took everything in, seeing what Taehyung saw every day for the first time, and it was like something shattered in him. All brightness left him upon seeing the oxygen tank and Yoongi’s frail body slumped over.

“Hobi,” Yoongi whispered, starting to cough, “I’m--Thanks for--”

“You told me you thought he was getting better,” Hoseok broke his distraught gaze to snap at Namjoon. The thin cloak of normalcy was now gone. “What the hell, Joon-ah? He’s fucking dying.”

“I’m right here,” Yoongi bit out. “I told him to say that. I didn’t want you to--I didn’t want you to w--”

His coughing became more violent, and Hoseok took a step back. As Hoseok’s eyes filled with tears, Yoongi spit out three yellow petals onto his bedspread.

“I-I can’t,” Hoseok took another step back, widened eyes set on the petals. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

The coughs turned into choking, and Hoseok escaped out the door. With four boys rushing to help Yoongi, Taehyung took after him. He was quick, nearly out of Taehyung’s sight already, and it wasn’t until they reached the stairwell that Taehyung caught up to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked. Their footsteps echoed over the walls as he took two steps at a time to keep up.

“My best friend is dying because of me, Taehyung,” Hoseok finally stopped when they reached the ground floor. “I can’t just watch that happen and pretend like it’s not my fault, or-or like it’s not happening. He’s dying because of me.”

“So you’re just going to leave?” he asked. “You’re just going to keep avoiding him like a coward? Like you’ve been doing for the last week and a half, and let him die without doing anything?”

“What am I supposed to do?” Hoseok asked. “If I could force myself to see him that way, I would. He’s like a brother to me, and I’d do anything for him, but there’s nothing I can do to stop any of this. I can’t handle it.”

A group of girls came cascading down the stairs, talking loudly amongst themselves in their peacoats and earmuffs. Taehyung was getting so frustrated that he hardly noticed the odd looks they gave him as he side-stepped out of their way.

“So you pretend,” Taehyung desperately spat out. “The disease thrives off of your perception. If he thought you loved him like that, it would at least slow the growth, wouldn’t it? You have to do something.”

“It doesn’t work like that, Taehyung, and you know it.”

“You could at least try.”

“I can’t lie to him, and as soon as he realized the flowers weren’t clearing up, he’d know it wasn’t real.” Everything he said made sense, but Taehyung couldn’t help but see it as one excuse after the other. “It would just hurt him more. And besides, I...I’m dating Jackson now.”

Taehyung clenched his fists, and red hot anger started swelling in his gut. His head was spinning.

He had a million feelings: anger toward Hoseok, love for Yoongi, worry for Yoongi, and fear for his own life. Usually, they all swirled around inside of him and he couldn’t pick one out to focus on if he tried.

But now, he threw himself into his anger. It was the one thing that his love and worry and fear came together to be, so he raised his voice and used it as a catharsis.  

“Jackson? Like Jackson Wang?” he asked. “So you’ve been right across the hall this whole time? All week? While he was dying behind our door and waiting for you to text him back.”

Hoseok pulled his head back, eyebrows coming together.

“He could have heard you! He probably did!” The back of Taehyung’s throat began to tickle, but he went on, unable to stop himself. “No wonder he’s been getting so much worse. You care more about getting laid than doing anything to help him.”

“Wh--no, Taehyung. No, I wouldn’t do that.”

Taehyung crossed his arms and his breathing started to get heavier as he seethed. “Well, I wouldn’t put it past you at this point.”

“What the hell is your problem?” Hoseok asked. “I know you and him are close, but I’m your friend too, and you’re doing nothing but make me feel worse for something completely out of my control.”

Hoseok’s question and the flower petals coming up Taehyung’s throat brought him back down to Earth. He covered his mouth with his arm and tried to hold back, but he started coughing before he got the chance to give Hoseok an excuse for his outburst. And while he turned away from Hobi, so many petals spilled into his hands that he couldn’t possibly hide them.

“Wait,” Hoseok said with caution while Taehyung gagged. “Tae, do you…”

Taehyung shook his head and pushed past him into the dorm lobby to find a trash can. Multiple petals fell out of his cupped hands and onto the carpet behind him, and Hoseok trailed after him.

If he could breathe, he’d be panicking about someone that wasn’t Jimin or Jeongguk knowing about this. But all he could focus on was getting all of the petals out of his lungs before he fainted.

Luckily, or unluckily depending on how he looked at it, he’d already spit up flowers just a few hours earlier. Most of what he had left in him came up in the first few coughs, and he was standing up straight with a clear esophagus in mere minutes.

“Taehyung-ah, were those cherry blossoms?” Hoseok asked. When Taehyung didn’t answer, trying to catch his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, Hoseok reworded his question. “Taehyung-ah, are you...are you in love with Yoongi hyung?”

Taehyung opened his eyes, a blush surely dusting his cheeks and his stomach turning. His secret was exposed, and it was going to be passed along to Namjoon and Seokjin, and eventually to Yoongi himself. He felt like he may actually throw up.

“Just leave it, hyung,” his voice cracked as he muttered. He tried to push past Hoseok again to get back to the stairwell, but he stumbled and Hoseok grabbed his arm. Against his wishes, Taehyung’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Tae, I’m really sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Taehyung said. He pulled his arm from Hoseok’s grip, but lost his balance again and Hoseok placed his hands on either of Taehyung’s shoulders to steady him. “You can’t do anything to stop any of this, remember? So just go invite Jackson to your apartment or whatever you’ve been doing.”

He finally successfully removed himself and took sweeping steps toward the stairs, but Hoseok stayed on his tail.

“I stopped talking to Yoongi because I thought it was the only way to fix it,” Hoseok said. “I thought not seeing me or hearing from me would, I don’t know, help him get over me.”

Taehyung’s feet dragged with each step he took, throat burning from the strain of coughing up petals and holding back his tears, and he squeezed his hand around the railing to start climbing the stairs.

“Ghosting my best friend was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. You have to understand.”

Taehyung sighed, stopping with one foot on the first step. He needed someone to blame, but he knew, even still, that none of this was really Hoseok’s fault. That if put in the same position, he’d probably do the same.

So he turned halfway to face him and said, “So talk to him.”

When they returned to the dorm after Hoseok’s reluctant agreement, the pre-break farewell had turned into exactly what Yoongi didn’t want it to be. The room was overwhelmed with a depressing aroma cocktail of pungent blood, sweet sunflowers, and the stale heat coming from their radiator, and Yoongi lay in his bed with everyone surrounding him.

Jin was propping up his head with another pillow, while Namjoon held his hand and begged him in a high-pitched whisper to make it back for spring semester so that they could write that song they always talked about.

“No shit, Joonie,” Yoongi rasped. “You think I’d die before we wrote the biggest rap song in Korea?”

Jeongguk was completely open with his crying now, and Jimin being the sympathy cryer that he was, was right alongside him. Namjoon forced out a laugh, and his eyes were welling up too.

“Right,” he said. “That was the goal, wasn’t it?”

“You could do it without me, though,” Yoongi said. “I hope--I hope you know that.”

“Don’t say that,” Namjoon said, and tears started to streak his face. “Please.”

Taehyung stayed in the doorway with Hoseok, who watched the whole scene with a faraway expression. He crossed his arms over his chest, shoulders tense, and looked like he was ready to bolt again any second.

“Stop crying,” Yoongi whined at him, then glanced between Jimin and Jeongguk. “All of you. You’ll all be fine...you’ll all be fine.”

“Hyung--” Jeongguk started, but Yoongi cut him off.

“Don’t you all have trains to catch? Have you finished packing?” he asked, clearing his throat. “Hyung will be--I’ll be back, okay? So stop crying unless you want to look--look foolish in January.”

Seokjin frowned and put a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “We do need to get going, Joon-ah. My parents are meeting us at the station.”

“Right. Um, right.” Namjoon said, and he gave Yoongi’s hand a squeeze, using his free arm to wipe under his nose. “I’ll see you in January, then?”

“Of course.”

But he, Namjoon, and everyone else knew that wasn’t true.

Seokjin ruffled Yoongi’s hair, and at least he still groaned like always. “Have a good Christmas, Yoongi.”

“Nnnh, yeah, you too.”

On their way out the door, Namjoon took slow steps, and Seokjin stopped in front of Taehyung. “Will you let us know when you guys get to Daegu?”

“Sure,” Taehyung said, but Yoongi groaned again.

“I’ll let you know,” he said. “My fingers still work.”

“Okay, Yoon-ah,” Jin laughed, staring down at his feet. “Have a safe trip, then.”

Jeongguk and Jimin were saying goodbye shortly after, Jimin mumbling something about still having to pack and Jeongguk nodding solemnly in agreement.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk said, pulling an Iron Man comic book from the shelf over Yoongi’s desk. “Can I take this to Busan to read over break?”

“Anything you want, Gguk,” Yoongi said, which only made Jeongguk start sniffling again. He nodded, shoving the book inside his coat to protect it from the snow.

Taehyung didn’t know what he would have done had this been the last time he was going to see Yoongi. There was comfort, at least, in the knowledge that he got him all to himself for a month, and he wouldn’t have to say his goodbyes for a while.

And any thought of how painful that would be was pushed from his mind.

Jimin crawled onto the bed and gave Yoongi the gentlest of hugs, as though worried he might break him. “I love you, hyung-ah.”

Yoongi hesitated. He was never a fan of displays of affection, much less such an open one. But his face softened as he looked at Jimin, and he pulled his lips into a tiny smile.

“Love you too, Jiminie,” he said. “Try not to eat so much at the buffet this year. I don’t need to see another selfie of you and your food baby.”

It made Jimin giggle as he stood back up, blotchy face brightening. “Well, I need more pictures of Holly. So do try to cuddle him as much as last year.”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi’s rough voice teased. “I’ll have Taehyung to cuddle this year.”

Taehyung’s stomach plummeted, and immediately he felt Jimin and Hoseok’s eyes on him. Jimin laughed it off, his eyebrows coming together in some kind of concern that Taehyung could only begin to unravel.

It may have been easier to understand if his brain wasn’t now stuck on the thoughts of spooning Yoongi, their legs intertwined under the thick comforter of his bed that he’d only seen in photos up until this point.

“Photos of Taehyung are good too,” Jimin said.

As he and Jeongguk left, Jimin stopped in front of Taehyung just as Seokjin had. But instead of asking to be informed of when they got to Daegu, he took Taehyung’s face in his hands and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

“You’re my best friend,” he repeated his words from the other day.

“I know,” Taehyung said, and again he knew what Jimin was asking of him. He was going to have to tell Yoongi how he felt before break ended. Even though it was so obviously pointless, he’d try to have hope for Jimin’s sake. “You’re my best friend, too.”

And then it was just Yoongi, Taehyung, and Hoseok. Taehyung shut the door before Hoseok could bolt again, and Yoongi did his best to sit up. He seemed to jump at the sight of Hoseok in front of him, too caught up in everyone’s goodbyes to have seen him return.

“Oh,” he said. “You--you came back.”

Hoseok nodded, gesturing to the spot beside Yoongi. “Can I?”

“Sure,” Yoongi said. “I won’t die just from sitting near you.”

“Oh, um,” Hoseok said, and he left a few inches between him and Yoongi when he sat, “I know.”

Yoongi looked at him, watching his expression change from discomfort to grief to a mix of the two, and he looked as though he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. He clasped his hands in his lap and broke his gaze to stare down at them.

Taehyung knew that he should leave them alone, but Yoongi could start choking again any second, and he knew Hoseok would panic again. He had to be there, just in case. So he resigned himself to being a fly on the wall, to letting himself see this and get hurt.

“Sorry,” Yoongi sighed. “I think I’m using humor as a coping mechanism, but most of what I say is just stupid. I’ve...I’ve missed you, Hobi.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Hoseok said, mostly to the ground. “You must hate me.”

“Are you kidding?” Yoongi said. “The whole reason this is happening is because I’m in fucking love with you. I love you, Jung Hoseok, and if that’s going to kill me, then so fucking be it.”

Taehyung took a step back and thanked his lucky stars that he just coughed up what was in his lungs.

Hoseok finally met Yoongi’s eyes. “I wish I could--”

“So you don’t love me,” Yoongi said. “I wouldn’t either.”

Taehyung and Hoseok both frowned in time with each other.

“I do love you.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Hyung, I’m sorry,” Hoseok’s voice broke, and tears spilled from his eyes like a dam suddenly burst.

From that point on, that was all he knew how to say.

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling Yoongi into a tight hug that looked like it could break him. “I’m so, so sorry.”

XI // CheckMate

[Element by Kendrick Lamar plays]   

    It was the day after Sierra Mona’s service and Maxine wanted off with Carlos and his goons. She stood in a room full of about fifty people under Rodney’s house. Everyone wore black hoodies, cargo pants and combat boots with their undivided attention on her and Donnie. Maxine done enough crying and now it was time for blood. Rodney stood to her right and Donnie to her left; Maxine finally spoke. “Good morning, everyone. I know it’s a tad bit early but we got a lot of shit to cover. With the lost of a woman who was family to me, I’m a little hungry for vengeance. I hope y’all don’t mind.”; silence fellthe room. She raised a brow and nodded with a smirk. “Good. Because we move out in about, I’ll say, about two days. I know I’m new to this but I’m ready for any fuckin’ thing. It was one thing to get his boys to take me out with their bare hands BUT it’s another thing to gun down my impregnated friend.” 

    She began pacing the floor with her arms folded. “So, Rod mentioned to me that no one in here is the rat which is good, for y’all. He also mentioned to Big Dawg and myself that Carlos ships out shit from New York and Texas but he is in the A Town, Big Peach.. Atlanta, Georgia. His hometown, rumor has it. So we will be splitting into teams with cargo and ammunition provided by Jean.” She nodded towards him and he returned it. “Two teams will all be in a variety of transportation dressed normal workers to avoid any unwanted attention. Jean will stay back home to care for his family and so will Tariq since he is injured. Babe, you split the teams.” She stood behind him as he stood in front of her. He lifted his arms and split them inches  away from one another. He looked to his right and said “Beta, you will be heading to Houston, Texas. Rodney will be giving you your “care packages” and anything else you’ll may need.” He looked to his left then said “You’ll be the omega team and heading to New York. We already took care of everyone’s ticket for your group and your flight leaves tonight at eight. Jean’s brother has all the shit you need.” He put his arms down and looked down at the middle. “You will be Alpha team and you’ll have me, Baby Girl and Rod right along with you. I wanna take out that muthafucka myself.” 

    He looked around the room then at Rod. “Follow me to the dining room to get all you need as in more information. Transportation will be ready tomorrow morning at five. Meeting dismissed.” Rodney lead the groups upstairs to get everything leaving Maxine and Donnie alone sitting at the conference table. “We will be staying at the Marriott in downtown ATL. The Presidential Suite with concierge lounge access, 1 bedroom suite, a king sized bed, and 1.5 bath. Nothing but the best for my queen” he kissed her hand as she smiled. “We need to get someone to watch Abel. I don’t want him alone”, she said. “We’ll find someone. Don’t worry. Let’s get on out of here and pack our shit for our flight. We roll out tomorrow afternoon.” He grabbed her hand as they walked out.

[ELEMENT by Kendrick Lamar fades; LOVE by Kendrick Lamar starts]   

    They went back home and started packing. The ammunition was on their way to their pinpoints and the troops were all saying goodbye to their families and heading out. Maxine packed everything into their shared suitcase as Don got their carry on bags ready; both had a black leather mock croc quilted nylon backpack. As he packed the bags on the bed where we sat, he watched Maxine in the closet packing. She paid him no mind as he slipped a secretive velvet box into his bag. Maxine came out with their shared suit case with two crowns painted on them. She placed the bags by the front door and made a phone call. “Hey, Justin”, she said as she sat on the bed beside Donnie. “So, Don and I are going out of town for a while and we was wondering if you can watch our place and Abel?” She nodded and said “yeah our flight is tomorrow at noon but we gonna get their way earlier because we packed a lot of stuff.” She laughed and replied “yeah, a whole lot. Can you get here at eight so we can run through somethings?” She smiled and said “thanks, babes. We’ll see you tomorrow.” She hung up and saw Donnie looking at her. 

   “You got something to say”, she said as he smiled. He shook his head and held her close to him. “Baby, you know there is no turning back now, right?” She looked at him and kissed his lips. “I know. We gotta end this all or we’ll both be next.” He nodded as he rubbed her back and kissed her neck. She straddled his lap and held his face in her hands while kissing him. “This might be our last time making love, Donnie.” He looked up into her worried eyes and said “baby, kings and queens don’t die. We got each other, okay? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I got you.” He held her face to his and began kissing her on the lips softly while pulling her hoodie off. She did the same for him, never breaking the kiss. He unhooked her bra with one hand and threw it to the side; placing her right nipple in his mouth. She ran her fingers through his kinky curls and moaned softly while smelling his hair; the scent of black castor oil filled her nostrils. He held the small of her back as he placed the other in his mouth. He lied her on her back and stood while looking at her. He thought about the first time they met at the club on his 30th birthday. The fire in her eyes, her tempting skin and the way her aura was the reason they got here, together. He always kind of knew she could be the one, he just knew that it had to be her.

    Maxine rested on her elbows and looked up to him. She thought about their first kiss. The one they shared when Don asked her to be his lady. The way his lips felt all over her. The way he held her so close in those arms. He always made her feel protected, like she was secured even when he wasn’t around. He stripped out of his clothes and gently took her cargos off. He started to kiss her from her head and down to her stomach with soft kisses. He took her lace panties off and kissed her inner thighs with his eyes closed. She let out soft moans and felt tears streaming down her cheeks. He placed her legs on each of his shoulders and began pleasing her slowly, mouth and fingers being used; he wanted to make ever second count. He wanted to make love to her like never before because this might be the last time they had the chance to do so. Her body began shaking indicating she was close and as she did, he kissed her body again starting at her vagina and to her lips. He scoot her body to the middle of the bed and hovered over her. He saw the little tears she had and he used his finger to wipe them away. “Pas de larmes ce soir, mon amour.” She nodded and held him close to her chest as he inserted inside of her. She would miss the way he filled her. The way he pleased her, mentally and physically. The way he looked at her in the eyes. 

    As he was thrusting into her slowly, he looked into her eyes as she moaned. He could see so much love and care in them. She was the ONLY woman who made all the stress disappear with one touch. He thought of being with her for a life time. Now, he might be right or wrong but for now he tried to not think about it. “Je t'aime, Maxine Piers”, he groaned. She smiled at how he loved showing how good she made him feel. She moaned “Je t'aime aussi, Donnie Wilkerson.” He began to speed up just a little and held her close. He loved the way her hands feel. He placed his head in the crook of her neck and smelled a mixture of their scents intertwining with one another. He could feel Maxine getting close as she clenched around him like a glove. She had moans spilling from her mouth and finally came. He kept going until he can feel himself doing the same. “Shiiiiit.” He finally did so, looked down at her and placed a kiss on her forehead.

The Next Morning; 7:45 am

     Maxine and Donnie had just gotten out the shower together and started getting dressed; of course in all black with plain v-necks, jeans with rips and comfortable shoes for the long ride. Maxine put her jewelry and grill in a safe baggy and placing it her bag. Donnie put his chain on and did the same for Maxine; they looked inside of the mirror and saw their reflections. They saw determination, ambition and anger. Donnie kissed the top of her head and took her  hand as the door bell rung. It was Justin in a sweatsuit and a overnight bag. “Good morning, guys”, he said not sounding like himself. “How you holdin’ up, babe” Maxine asked. Justin shook his head and said “I can’t be there. It’s just not the same anymore without her”; he couple nodded in agreement and Maxine rubbed his hand into her hers. Donnie spoke “so, uh, you’ll be in the guest room. There are some fresh towels and everything you need in there. Abel is in the back sleep.” Justin nodded and looked around. “You can trust me, guys.” Maxine held Justin and kissed his cheek while rubbing his back. “It’s okay, Justin. It’ll be okay.” They let go of each other when they got a text from Rodney. ”I’m here in the UberXL.”  They looked at each other, grabbed their bags and left out the door as Justin watched. 

     They drove off in the truck and everyone sat in complete silence until the UBER driver started to talk. “So, you guys going to LAX, uh? Where you heading?” Maxine rolled her eyes and said “Occupe-toi de tes affaires,imbécile.” They all smiled at her reaction. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know y’all spoke French”, the driver replied before driving silent. Donnie looked at her and smiled before saying “Tellement impoli, mon amour.” Rodney added “Eh bien, merde. Cela a fonctionné cependant” with a chuckle. Donnie held her hand and kissed it as she smiled at him. They soon arrived to LAX and checked in. They all walked through with the terminal looking for their destination. They went by Starbucks first to get coffee first and went to sit and wait for their flight for 11:45 am. 

[GOD by Kendrick Lamar plays] 

    Rodney, Donnie and Maxine sat next to one another. Maxine leaned over to Rodney. “Rod, is the shipment there?” He nodded. “Jean has his boys guarding it at their location Downtown.” She nodded and looked at Donnie as she sat back. She sipped her Mocha Frappuccino® made with almond milk and no whip cream with her headphones on looking at the files on each of Carlos’ men. Donnie leaned in to whisper something in Rodney’s ear; Rodney nodded and shook his hand. Donnie looked at Maxine then at his phone to check on every team. The Texas team was already an hour away from their location and New York were already at their hotel getting ready for orders. The Alpha team wanted to ride in the van with shipment so they were on their way to Atlanta for the hit tomorrow evening; they started their trip yesterday afternoon and were about eight hours away taking turns driving. 

1:00 pm pst

     They were finally on their American Airline flight and the plane took off. Donnie moved his arm rest from between Maxine and himself to hold her close. She looked up at him and smiled. “You okay, babe”, she asked. He nodded and said “I’m just proud of you, Maxine”. “Why?” He shrugged. “Because you planned this shit all by yourself. You make a great Queen.” He pulled her in closer and she rested her head in his chest. The flight was long as heck but he enjoyed every minute; Maxine was fell asleep and he played with the tip of her locks. They were together at the end of all of this. In each other’s arms after the war. Happy in there bed again but then she looked up and he was gone. She tried calling his name but no sound came out. She looked everywhere but he was no where in sight. She went to the backyard and saw Abel howling and crying. She looked to the pool and saw nothing but red liquid. She got closer and saw Donnie’s body floating to the top, lifeless. She tried pulling him out the pool but her grip kept slipping. She let out silent screams and felt a pair of strong hands on her. Maxine’s eyes flew open to Donnie and he smiled at her. She looked around and saw people leaving the plan. “Welcome to the Big Peach.” 

[GOD by Kendrick Lamar ends and YAH plays]

6:40 pm est

   They stood at baggage claim to retrieve their bags and made it outside waiting for their ride. The sky was already dark with a purple sunset. Maxine looked up at the sky and smiled. “It’s amazing.” He looked at her and said “yeah, it is.” Their ride pulled up and they drove off to the I-85 North in Fulton County from the South Terminal Pkwy, followed the I-85 N to Atlanta, took the exit for 248C from I-75 N/I-85 North and continued on Andrew Young International Blvd NE and finally arrived to the hotel. Rodney grabbed his duffel bag and backpack before holding the door open for Don and Maxine. Maxine wore her bag in while Donnie rolled their huge huge suitcase in. The bell boys came to them with their keys, helped them to their room and said “your shipment is inside your rooms. enjoy your stay”; they winked and left. Rodney went to his room next door and the couple went into theirs. Maxine looked around and was amazed. The room itself was like a lavish apartment. Maxine took her bag off and placed it on the couch before taking her shoes off. She sat down and took everything in. “Is it nice, baby?” She nodded and bit her lip. He sat the luggage by the door and sat beside her, holding her. 

    His phone started to vibrate and it was a call from one of the Los Angeles troops’ he put it on speaker phone and placed on the table. “Hey, boss. We see that you made it safe. We all ready for the attack tomorrow. Jean is here with us now.” Maxine poured some white wine that sat in the ice bucket into a glass and sipped. “Put us on speaker”, said Don in as serious tone. Jean began speaking. “Hello, Big Dawg. Hello, Lady Dawg.” Maxine smiled and said “hi, Jean. So, have the New York team been told their plan?” “Yes. Apparently, Carlos is located near Trump Towers right around the corner. We have cameras on them that my brother put in himself this morning.” Donnie nodded “good thing them muthafuckas needed camera work done.” Jean replied “exactly, boss. They didn’t expect a thing. Dumb fuckers.” Maxine sipped from her glass with a smile before speaking. “So, you can see everything, correct?” “Yes, ma’am.” We also found away to tap into the cameras systems for Houston and the ATL as well. Wasn’t easy but we did. Also, I’ll have you rides ready tomorrow. Y’all be riding in style.” Donnie said “good job, man. Just stay home and keep us updated. You’ll be safe there and you can take care of your family.” Jean replied “yes, Sir. I’ll send the footage to all the vans computers and do everything to make this easy. And by the way, I got a little gift for you two in your glove compartments. Get some sleep, man.” He hung up and looked to Maxine who smiled at him. “You ready, baby girl?” She smiled “I’m ready, Big Don.”

The Next Morning; 10:50 am

[YAH ends and BOSS by The Carters play]

      The Alpha team all met in their room which held all of them on the couch; thirty members. Rodney stood on one end them while Maxine and Don stood at the other beside her. “Good morning, men”, said Donnie. “So, I take it that everyone has what they need, yes?” Everyone nodded and Donnie looked at Maxine as began to speak to the men. “Okay, here is the deal, men. Jean sent us all footage to all of our vans of the warehouses.” She looked at the conference phone on the coffee table and began. “Apparently, neither of our locations know where we are. Which is good. So this can be an easy attack. According to Jean, we all have bulletproof suits that will protect us all from shots being fired. Omega team, you’ll be posing as ambulance and firefighters. We have an actor out there to pretend to be hurt in front of the building and that’s when you come in, ambulance will take the supplies while firefighters take them bitches out.” The Omegas, who were on the conference call, replied. “Yes, ma’am.” 

    She spoke again. “Betas, you will be posing as waiters and staff since they do their work at a motel. We paid the owner good money to keep his mouth shut. Staff get supplies and waiters gun them down, got it?” Betas responded and her attention went to the men the room. “Alphas, you’ll all be just in all black. If we roll up there, we rollin’ in style, men. Cargos, hoodies, leather jackets and combat boots. In your bags, you all received ski masks and full bulletproof suits. There is about thirty of you so fifteen will go with Rodney to get all supplies and money while the rest will be guarding us and taking everyone except for Carlos.” She looked at Donnie and said “that’s the king’s job.” Donnie finally spoke. “We move out in transportation in five hours.” Everyone set their timers and looked at one another while rising. Donnie said “what do you guys have to say to Max? On the count of three. One. Two. Three.” “Welcome to the Team, Queen Maxine.” She smiled as she thought about her old team at her past job and thanked them all. “Meeting dismissed.” Everyone hung up and the men in the room left. 

 Three Hours Later  

    Donnie and Maxine held each other in a warm embrace. “No going back now”, she said looking up at him and he shook his head. “Nope.” They began to get ready. Donnie placed their suitcase that Jean gave them and opened. Inside, there were two of each for both of them, glocks,  HK USP Tacticals, and UZI Pistols. In suit bags, they both had tailored suits and dress shirts. Maxine looked at him confused and he smiled; he loved when she made that face. “These are bulletproof suits. Everyone else have the basic ones but I want my queen to be in style.” She smiled and started to unpack everything so they can both be prepare. She wore a black lace set, her dreads in a ponytail, the outfit Jean provided and a pair of black heels. Donnie got dressed and wore black dress shoes. They both grabbed their holsters and packed their guns in. They threw their coats on, buttoned them and looked in the mirror before adding on the finishing touches. He put on his chains, diamonds studs, grill and rings while she did the same. 

     She noticed a note from Jean.  "Hola, Maxine. En caso de que las cosas vayan hacia el sur, he proporcionado cierta protección adicional en tu bota derecha. Solo da un puntapié en la dirección y estarás bien".  She smiled and nodded. Donnie asked “what does the note say?” She looked at him with smirk and said “we will see”. They locked up the room and left as Donnie spoke to Rodney through the mic on his earpiece. “Aight, Rod. We are on way down. Is our ride here?” “Um, Big Dawg. You gotta see this.” They hurried down stairs to the lot and saw Rodney with the cars. They were all matte black with gold accents to them; a Chrysler 300, Jeep Wrangler and BMW i8. “These are nice”, Maxine said with a big smile. Jean spoke to them through their ear pieces. “Okay, team. Carlos and his boys just arrived to the warehouse. It’s an unmarked brown building on Luckie Street. You should find it because it’s the only brown building. Don’t let the look fool you, it’s nice as hell on the inside. Now, Maxine you got the i8, Don has the Jeep and Rod got the 300. Don’t worry, they are all bullet proof. ” They all got in and got comfortable with hands on their steering wheels and starting their cars. 

[APE SHIT by THE CARTERS play with intense bass]     

    Don said “betas ready?” The Beta team replied dressed in the transportation. “Ready.” Rodney said “omega, we good?” Omega replied “we in this muthafucka.” Maxine then said ‘What about you, Alphas? Are we ready?” Alpha announced “yes, Queen.” She smiled as they all pulled off. Maxine drove ahead of the pack with Donnie behind to her right and Rodney to her left. The matte black vans drove in front making the group of cars in the shape of an ‘X’. Jean talked into the leader’s earpiece. “Ok, guys in twenty five minutes I will be knocking out all cameras and that will give y’all time to get in with out being detected. Now, Rod in your backseat, you have bulletproof head gear.” He saw the swat team looking mask that had gold trimming and the name ROD written on it and put it on. He replied. “Thanks, man.” Jean told Donnie and Maxine “you two have bullet proof masks but not just ordinary masks. Open your glove compartments.” They both did; Maxine saw a matte black mask with gold studs on it and grabbed it to put it on. “Got it, Jean. Thank you”, she said. Don saw a white and gold skull mask and was impressed. He moved his twists to the back to put his masks on.

     Back in Los Angeles, Justin was in the guest room looking at Netflix when he heard a big knock at the door. It startled him and he instantly called Maxine; she answered with it on speaker phone. “What’s wrong, Justin?” “There is someone knocking on the door”, he said still shook. Donnie could hear them and said “shit, they know where we stay. Babe, tell him to grab the pistol I placed under the bed!” Maxine had a scrunched up face and said “Don said grab the gun under the bed.” Justin looked under and, sure enough, there was a silver handgun under the bed. He grabbed it and his hand couldn’t stop shaking. “I got it. N-now what?” Maxine said “go to the door and look through the peep hole. Control your breathing.” He did what he was told and then a voice belted through. “Max, open the door. It’s Candy and Ricky JR.” Maxine heard the voice and told Don “it’s Candace.” Don said “he can open it”. Max told Justin to open the door. He did so and she had a worried look on her face. “Who are you”, she asked. “I’m Justin. I’m house sitting.” “Can I come in?” He stood to the side as they walked in. He locked the door and stood by her. “I need to talk to her. Give her phone”, Maxine said. He handed the phone to her and Maxine started talking. “Candy, what’s wrong?” “TARIQ IS MISSING!” Maxine was worried. “Ricky is missing?!” Don and Rod heard her and were also grew worried but still focus. 

   That was until Rodney saw six motorcycles rolling behind them. “Don, we got visitors, blood.” Don looked back and saw the bikes. Maxine looked in her rear view mirror and saw them, too. “Candy, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. Just stay with Justin and you’ll be safe.” She hung up and looked towards Don. “ALPHA! We got visitors. Assume the positions” he said. The vans pulled back and Rod, Max and Don were now in front speeding, the vans swerved to block the first four bikes but two sped up and eight more came out of nowhere. “Jean, we got bikes on us”, Rod said. Jean said in a calm voice “you have AK47 under  the  passenger seats! ” Maxine let off shots at the two that rode in front of them and watching them fall. Rod aimed for the two on his right and they fell hard to the concrete ground; he had to congratulate himself with a howl. Don set off rounds in the men on his left and they flew off their bikes and crashed into street poles. They all continued driving and then all of sudden a bike stopped in front of Maxine’s car and held out a machine gun. She steered with her left hand and set off a clip into his skull with her right. Don swerved into the biker and got back in place. 

     “Thanks, my king.” “Don’t mention it, Queen.” More bikes came out and had names written on their jackets. Christian, Mario, Navo, Enrique and Tico Jr. “We got more”, Maxine said. Rodney said “fuck, Tico had a baby boy.” Donnie chuckled and said “they’ll be together soon.” Jean said “Rod you gotta leave them and get to the warehouse with the vans. We need them now!” Rod yelled out “FUCK! good luck”; he drove off with the Alphas leaving Maxine and Donnie to take care of the bikers. “Babe, take out Navo and Tico. I got Christian, Mario and Enrique”, Don said. Maxine reloaded her gun and aimed for Nav and Jr.; she got both easily. “Sorry, fellas. No hard feelings?” Donnie chuckled at her. Donnie aimed for the other biker gas line and saw each one blow except for Enrique who drove off in between the smoke and fire. They lost him but that was until the masked driver appeared on the left of Maxine’s car and said “Bienvenido a Atlanta, hijos de puta” while pointing his gun. All of sudden, she felt like she was yanked from the car and placed into the passenger side of Don’s. She looked to Donnie who crashed Maxine’s car into the rider; Maxine shut her door and buckled up. “Sorry, Jean.”, Donnie said. Jean laughed “I’m used to it by now, man. The cameras are out so make your way, now.” They turned onto Luckie Street and Maxine saw the building.

    They pulled up to the corner and sat there as they watched each camera of all of Carlos buildings. She saw the teams ready to take orders; Maxine began to speak to the teams. “Everyone in place?” Everyone said yes. “On my count, Beta and Omega move on in. Trois. Deux. Un!!” They did what the were told. She heard gun shots go off and it pleased her as she watched them go off. She looked to Donnie and said “ready?” Donnie nodded as he said “Rod, move in.” They got out with guns ready. “We are right behind you.” The Alpha team stood in front of them and started to take out guards and watched them fall like dominos. Don and Max ran behind them and went to the elevator. “Rod, take your team downstairs. The supply is down there and take all of that my money”, Donnie yelled and Rod ran with his team. “Alpha, take the stairs and let us now when you up there on the fourth floor. Be generous with they the clips and light they ass up.” Maxine said and then she spoke again. “You five, get on. We will need you.” They all went their ways and Max pressed the fifth floor. Don lifted his mask over his hair and looked at Max; she did the same. “Maxine, before we get off. I just wanna say that I am very proud of you and that I am in love with you. You’re my everything. You're my lady. I love you so much. I am very lucky to have someone like you by my side.” She felt tears come down and he wiped them off. “Thugs don’t cry, baby.” He kissed her and put her mask back on then he did the same for herself. They loaded their guns as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

[Left, Right by YG plays]  

  The five Alpha members began shooting at incoming guards and henchmen. Donnie and Maxine were also setting off rounds into bodies and reloading at the same time. One guy came from the corner to Maxine and she had to show what was up. She was giving him blow after blow with her new gold brass knuckles. She watched him fall then set a bullet off between his eyes. Two more came up and she ducked every punch coming her way; she started to them with a right, left. She caught up with the team and started shooting again. Both Omega and Beta were about done and heading back to the vans. “Queen we got everything. Wer are out.” Max spoke. “Good job guys. Roll out.” More men came out and soon fell to the ground. All of a sudden, the lights flickered on and off. “What’s going on? Rod, what the fuck?!”, yelled Donnie.”We got everything but...the Rat is...” Rodney said before the earpieces went out followed by a woman’s scream hit Donnie’s ear along with some gunshots. The lights went on and his men were lied on the ground and Maxine was missing. He screwed up his face and yelled “MAX?!?!?!? Baby?!?!?!” ; he got hit in the side of his head. 

  He woke up lying on hard cold floor with his mask & jacket off, along with no weapons and tried to get up but felt the barrel of a gun to the back of his head. He looked up in front of him and saw a man crouched down in front of him. “Hey, man. Long time no see”, the Latin man gave him a smile. Don looked him in the eye and said “Carlos?” Carlos patted his cheek and said “my, my. You getting big on me man. I remembered when you were a young fool.” He walked around is desk and said “and now you a old fool.” He lit his cigar and Donnie looked around the room that was full of about fifteen Hispanic men surrounding him. The room was dark and the air was dry and humid. He felt defeated and can only think about Maxine and her smile. He began to speak “where is my lady, Carlos?” Carlos smirked at him and snapped his fingers.

   Donnie looked up and saw Maxine come out of a dark corner with a mystery figure who had a mask on and an all green biker suit like the man Enrique did. He threw Maxine on the ground next to Carlos desk and looked at Donnie. Her head had dry blood, along with her nose and she didn’t have her suit jacket or shirt on. Donnie’s eyes grew wide as he saw the woman he loved like this. He promised to protect her and he failed. Carlos looked over nonchalant. “Tsk. Tsk. You didn’t learn from the last bitch, huh?” Donnie looked up and met Carlos, eye to eye. “How the fuck did you know we were out here, man?” Carlos looked at Enrique and nodded to him. Enrique slowly walked up to Donnie and crouched down to him. He took off his mask and Donnie’s face was scrunched up with disgust. “TARIQ?!?!?!?!?!” Maxine looked up from the ground and felt her blood boil.

  Tariq looked at him and said “that ain’t my name, Donald. The name’s Enrique Munoz, the right hand man and business partner of this corporation.” Maxine looked at Carlos who paid her no mind and noticed he had a handgun in his belt buckle. Tariq circled around Donnie and began speaking again. “You see, I was supposed to end your life a long time ago after you birthday actually but then Maxine came in the picture. When I saw how you looked at her, I thought to be nice and let you get some pussy before but then I was told not to. Carlos and I had a lot shit to get done. Then, Maxine moved in and ruined the whole fucking thing. Then, her ratchet ass gang came around and made things more complicated.” Maxine looked at him and asked “what about you getting shot?” Enrique laughed and said while still looking at Donnie. “Maxine, that was my plan. Do you really think I would look that bad from a shoulder wound? I was only grazed.” “Does Candy know?” He said with a eye roll. “Candace is a fuckin’ idiot. She thinks my real name is Tariq and that I’m actually black.” He looked at Maxine with a smirk across his face and said “how is Sierra Mona doing btw”, turned back around, Maxine felt her adrenaline pump again and her fists balled up. 

   “And then, Max took out Tico, my cousin and that’s when I knew I had to take her out, too but you two were always together.” He pulled a gun out and aimed it at the top of Don’s right shoulder and shot into it. Maxine’s cried and then remembered what Jean said in the note. She looked at her heels and got on her left knee to Carlos causing Tariq to point his gun at her. Carlos said “what the hell is she doing!?” Maxine hung her head and said “we surrender, Carlos. You won.” He looked at the men and clapped. “Wooow. A beautiful black submissive kneeling before me. Is today my birthday?” Everyone laughed except Donnie, who shook his head in confusion. Once everyone stopped, Carlos stood in front and she looked up at him with a smile on her face, remembering what Sierra Mona said to her on her death bed. “I almost forgot. Queens don’t kneel down for anyone, ever.” 

   With she pushed him against the table and before he reached for his gun, she gave him a nice Mawashi geri kick to his through with back of her heel and a long knife came out. She froze as he watched the blood gush all over the table. She ripped the knife from is neck while everyone in the room stood still and then Tariq aimed the gun. She picked up Carlos’ body using it as a shield, grabbed his gun and aimed it at Tariq then said “ Ven a mí, puto!!!” She let off multiple rounds in his chest, his head hit the table, Rodney and the men busted through the doors and let off rounds at Carlos’ men who had their guns on Maxine. She dodged under the table, peeked over to Donnie and pulled his body underneath. Maxine used the knife from her boot to cut fabric from Carlos’ shirt to tie up around Donnie’s wound to stop bleeding. She wrapped it up and continued the fight; grabbing Tariq and Carlo’s hand gun. She got back unfer to tend to Donnie. “Baby Girl, you saved me.” She looked at him in his eyes and kissed him. “That’s because I’m in love with you too, baby. And you damn sure not leaving me with these crazy muthafuckas.” They laughed and she helped him up as the shots stop.

[LOYALTY by Kendrick Lamar plays]

Two Days Later

     Donnie was out the hospital and Maxine was right there the whole time. She helped him get dressed in the same outfit she had on; white tee, jeans and Air Max 90. The men were all on their way back to California but unfortunately ten didn’t survive. Rodney was in front of the hospital in their rented car, well, van with all their belongings while the alpha team drove the goods to the LA. He held the door open for Donnie who had an arm sling with a cast and Maxine who was just glad Donnie survived the surgery. She lied her head on his left shoulder and held him close. “You did great, baby. Especially with the Bruce Lee kick.” They all laughed until Donnie asked “does Candy know?” She nodded “yeah but I told her he tried to join in the battle but got shot in the process by Carlos and that ‘Tariq’s’ body will be transferred to Cali today for the funeral next week.” He nodded and said “damn, he was my boy. But rats gonna be rats.” Rod added “sorry, man. I’ve should’ve looked harder at his file.” Donnie shook his head. “Don’t be. His real name wasn’t on file.”

   Soon, Maxine fell asleep because she was watching Don in the hospital and he found that this was the perfect opportunity to dig in his bag. They finally reached the airport and were on their way to their terminal. Maxine was in line for a strawberry acai from Starbucks when Don and Rod waited for her across the way. “So, when you gonna do it? You know if you don’t do it soon, Sierra said she was gonna haunt that ass”, Rodney said with a smile. Donnie looked at Rodney with a grin and said “very soon.” They all began walking to their location until Don “felt” a pain shoot up is arm and he got on both knees. Maxine gave Rod her drink who had his phone out towards them, worried as she tended to Donnie while crouching to him and looking in his face. “Baby, are you okay?!”, she asked. Donnie said, “Max, you know I love you right?” She nodded. “And that you’re my everything?” She nodded again, confused with smile. “And that you’re my lady.” He got off his left knee and looked at her as she tried to help him up but he declined. He dug in his arm brace and pulled out a blue velvet box and revealed a 14k white gold pave halo and shank diamond engagement ring; she stood there speechless. Donnie smiled up at her and said “well, I want you as my wife and the beautiful mother of my children. Maxine Piers, will you marry me?” She just stood there...

TRANSLATIONS

Pas de larmes ce soir, mon amour. -No tears tonight, my love.

Attention à vos affaires, imbécile - Mind your business, dumbass.

Tellement impoli, mon amour. -  So rude, my love.

Eh bien, merde. Cela a fonctionné cependant  - Well, shit. It worked

Hola, Maxine. En caso de que las cosas vayan hacia el sur, he proporcionado cierta protección adicional en tu bota derecha. Solo da un puntapié en la dirección y estarás bien" - Hello, Maxine. In case things go south, I have provided some additional protection in your right boot. Just kick in the direction and you'll be fine

Bienvenido a Atlanta, hijos de puta - Welcome to Atlanta, motherfuckers

Kinky Boots

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Hell yes! || Maybe u could write like Brendon where he and reader play together in a musical and they are really good friends but Bren doesn't want to admit that he likes her and maybe they could play each other love interest in musical and make it fluffy and sweet and smutty || U could write where reader and Bren are in musical together and fans and everyone ships them together but Bren refuse to say he likes her but eventually he does?

Warnings: SFW || No Warnings. 

Masterlist: Here

Okay so I had been planning on writing something about him being in Kinky Boots, but I never got around to it, so when TWO people requested it, I knew that there was no way I could avoid it. I also know the first request said smutty, but I just can’t picture smut in this part. Maybe I’ll write a part two and make that smutty, but this one is gonna be really fluffy and cute. Anyway, enjoy. xx

Taylor Louderman was in the hospital with a broken leg. Which meant she couldn't dance. Which meant that you were taking over her role as Lauren. You, the understudy, were taking over Charlie’s love interest. Which meant you had to kiss Brendon Urie. THE Brendon Urie. Which meant that your teenage dream of kissing your idol, was becoming real. Which also meant, that you had to continue to act professionally.

Sure, you had bonded with the cast while rehearsing and stuff, but to have to actually step in... It was crazy to you. You were just an extra in the cast with the understudy role for Lauren. But now, you were on stage, rehearsing for your opening night. You had received a text from Taylor, and she had told you she was ‘So flipping excited for you! Wish I could have seen your big night, but I know you’ll do great! Break a leg, Y/N!’

Since it was such an out of nowhere spot, you never got to rehearse any scenes with specific actors to get your scenes correct. And now here you were, waiting for the curtain to open and the show to begin. You had your makeup and costume done and were waiting backstage. Brendon was laughing with the cast and warming up, and you were about to have a panic attack. Everyone else seemed so... use to it. And you were stressed out of your mind. ‘What if I sing the wrong words? What if I mess up my stage presence? What if I say an actor’s name instead of a character? What if what if what if?’ kept running through your head. 

You couldn't help the nerves. But suddenly, you bit your lip as the crowd started clapping and you heard someone announcing the beginning of the show. How it would start in a few minutes so please find your seats. You bit your lip and nervously tapped your feet in the wings of the stage as you waited. that was when you felt a hand on your shoulder and jumped about a mile high. Turning around, you were met with the face of Brendon Urie. “You okay, Y/N?” He chuckled quietly, trying to calm you down a little. You looked back at him and nodded. 

“Y-Yeah, just a bit nervous I guess. Opening night for me... Stage fright, ya know? I mean like, you’ve all performed together before... I haven’t.” You blushed, shrugging slightly. 

“Look, I’m not saying this because I’m your friend. I’m saying it because it’s true. One, you’ll be fine. It’s just a show. Two, you’re an amazing actress. Don’t worry. You’ll do wonderful. I believe in you.” He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Besides, in the end of this every night, you get to kiss me.” He winked and patted your shoulder, obviously trying top lighten the mood, while still referring to one of the scenes at the end of the show. “C’mon. Let’s do this.” He smiled and left to finish getting ready.

The show went splendidly. Every night for weeks. Once Taylor was finally out of the hospital and cleared to come back to the show, you resumed your first role as an extra, but on the final night of you playing Lauren, Brendon was a little more into your stage kiss than usual.

A few hours later, after your final performance as Lauren, you were sitting in your New York apartment, chilling on your couch, scrolling through Instagram and saw all the mentions and tags you had. There were pictures of yours and Brendon’s kiss, and multiple of you hanging out backstage with the cast and crew. People were shipping you and Brendon hardcore, and he had even liked a bunch of the photos.

You couldn’t help but like a bunch of them as well, blushing slightly to yourself because, well, you shipped it. You had liked Brendon for quite some time. You were a Panic! fan and being on Broadway with him was more than a dream come true. You were pretty happy to say that you had actually become pretty decent friends with him. And that you had gotten to kiss him a bunch of times, even though they were 

After a while of scrolling, it was really late. You probably should have been sleeping, but you already missed performing. And you got a text from Brendon too, so you had to reply. 

From: Brendon

Hey. You did really well in the musical. I’m really glad that we got to work together, for the time being. I’m glad you’re still part of the cast, and we’ll continue to see each other. I was just wondering if maybe we could talk before you return to being an extra tomorrow? I can meet you somewhere or you could come to my apartment or I could come to yours. Whatever works best for you. 

read at 11:24pm

To: Brendon

I can meet you at your apartment. Just let me grab some shoes and put on some real clothes. I’m in PJs lol. 

read at 11:26pm

From: Brendon

Okay. Text me when you get here. I’ll buzz you in.

read at 11:27pm

You smiled at the simple text and nodded, going to your bedroom from where you were seated on the couch. You entered your room and changed out of your PJs and into a pair of black jeans, a random t-shirt, a red sweatshirt. You slipped on some shoes and grabbed your phone and wallet and keys before heading to your door and locking the apartment, leaving and heading to Brendon’s apartment. You smiled on the ride over there and paid the cabbie to drop you off a block away, just so there was no confusion and no risk of anyone finding Brendon’s apartment. 

You pulled your phone from your pocket and sent a quick, “on my way up” text to Brendon before you got buzzed inside the building and headed to the elevator. Once on his floor, you headed to his door and knocked. After standing in the hall for a few minutes, you knocked again and heard shuffling. Then the door opened and you saw Brendon standing shirtless in front of you, wearing only black jeans. He had water running down his chest, and his hair was wet. Most likely, he had just gotten out of the shower. 

“Hey, sorry. I was hoping it would take you a little longer. I showered and buzzed you in literally seconds after I got out. I was drying off as fast as possible and getting dressed. Come on in, I’m gonna throw a shirt on, and I’ll meet you in the living room.” He smiled, stepping aside so you could enter the apartment. 

You did as told and took a seat on his couch, smiling and looking around. His loft had a homey feel to it, but at the same time looked like it belonged in a magazine. A minute or so later, Brendon came back out, tugging on a black t-shirt. He flopped onto the couch and sat next to you, letting out an exhausted sounding sigh. 

“So... Bren, you wanted to talk?” You shrugged, folding your hands over your lap. He nodded.

“Yeah uh. Okay. Well, there isn’t really a way to say this without just coming out and saying it, so I’ll start in the beginning.” He nodded and bit his lip before sitting up a bit more straight. He cleared his throat and smiled at you. “Y/N, you joined the crew before I did. As an extra, you didn’t feel important. I heard you talking to a lot of different members of the cast, and a few times when we talked, you kinda mentioned that you didn’t feel important. But you are. You’re one of the members of the cast that keeps everyone in high spirits. It makes us all pretty happy. You tend to help us all a lot. And we thank you for that. But I don’t think anyone appreciates your friendship as much as I do. You kept me in check, and then when you were Lauren, we bonded even more. And I was extremely happy that you and I got to spend some time together, and we had a pretty strong friendship on stage and off. But the best part is that once this is all over, we’ll still be friends. And I really like that idea, but I’d like to be more than that. The kiss at the end of the show each night was more than just a stage kiss to me, Y/N. I was really happy about it because I really like you and I was just kind of hoping that you liked me back. If you don’t it’s not a problem, because I am totally fine with just being friends but I wanted to know if maybe you’d go on a date with me and would maybe be possibly willing to try a relationship with me? Cause I-” He rambled, but you cut him off with a kiss. After a moment, you both pulled away from each other. He looked at you. 

“Does that answer, Brendon?”

“Yeah. Yeah I think so...” He chuckled. 

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him and hugged him. “So, date on Saturday?” You suggested, and he chuckled and nodded. 

“Perfect.”

18th Birthday

“No, this isn’t supposed to happen! Why now?! Why to me?! This is the worst luck I’ve ever had in my entire life!”   Naruto saw the old, wrinkled hands grab the package from the table. His heart was pounding in his chest and sweat appeared on his forehead. “Hey, are you alright?” Izuna’s voice was supposed to straddle the blond, but as it turned out, even the sudden hand on the blond’s shoulder didn’t allow any more stress to go through his veins. He had reached the maximum. “Oh, fuck me…dattebayo…” Naruto muttered, seeing how the aunt gave the wrapped package to Sasuke who put it on his lap. The blond closed his eyes. How did he ever get in this situation? Oxoxoxo “Hey beautiful, what brings you here?” Naruto leaned against the door frame and winked when he saw Sasuke. The Uchiha looked behind him, as if he was trying to make sure the blond was talking to him. “Therapy?” He answered with a rather clueless expression on his face. “Itaaiiii~” Naruto grabbed his heart in a dramatic way, sliding his back against the door frame, pretending to fall down. “I am deeply hurt that you're choosing my father over me” “It is really not my choice” “Forced by your family!” Naruto suddenly jumped up again, “Let’s run away then!” “Did you take your medication or are you by any means drunk?” Sasuke asked as he allowed himself in and proceeded to take his shoes off. “Yes and no…but...I am not saying the order” Naruto made a finger gun gesture. “...so this is just your afternoon of boredom?” “I have nothing to do, dattebayo!” Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke, almost hanging around him.   “Find a hobby, usuratonkachi” Sasuke said. “Stay with meee~ you don’t know the agony it is to be an only child” Naruto leaned his chin on Sasuke’s shoulder. The Uchiha didn’t even need to turn his head around to see the puppy eyes. “You don’t know how troublesome it is to have five brothers”  Sasuke sighed. “It is better than-where is my mom-?” Naruto suddenly let go of Sasuke. “My concern lies with your father, where is your father?” The Uchiha asked as he followed the blond to the living room. “Uhm dad...dad is with…” Naruto suddenly fell silent as his eyes were glued on the paused video game. “Have you ever played GTA? I am playing GTA5 right now” “I am not really into gaming, but I asked you where your father is” Sasuke reminded the blond who sat indian style in front of the TV. He grabbed the controller from the ground again. “Uhm dad...yeah...uhm-” He seem to be too occupied with his game again to remember the question. “Naruto!” “Yeah, he is still busy with another patient” Naruto muttered, “Geez, you don’t need to scream, you start to sound like my mother, dattebayo~” He suddenly paused the game. “Oh yeah...I was looking for mom” Sasuke felt a sweatdrop appear on his forehead. He wondered how long this was going on. “Hey Sasuke, wanna play?” Naruto asked, his eyes suddenly went from Sasuke to the door opening where Minato stood. “Son, I went to five different furniture shops with your mother to get that couch, you better use it” “Eeehh? Mom always says you dragged her to hundreds of furniture shops because you wanted ‘eggshell’ and not ‘snow flake white’, dattebayo” Naruto stood up and sat on the couch. “Pff-” Sasuke had to cover his mouth to not laugh. He cleared his throat feeling the look he received, “My brother is like that too” “Yeah right, get to my office” Minato said. “Where is mom?” Naruto asked. “She went shopping, she told you three times” Minato said. “Oh yeah, aaaah~” Naruto suddenly dropped the control and put his hands in his air, “I forgot to ask her to get the beef flavoured ramen cups!” “Believe me, son, she bought them” Minato shook his head slightly. The cupboards are always filled with ramen cups when you have two ramen lovers in the family. “Hey Sasuke, wanna play after you’re done with my dad?” Naruto grabbed the controller back up and looked questionably ahead of him. “That...sounded...kinda...wrong...” He said, tapping his index finger on his chin. “I can’t-” Sasuke couldn’t even give an explanation before Naruto whiningly demanded one. “But wwwhhyyyyyyy~ ?” He whined. “Because I have to catch the train to the Valley-” “Eeeeehhh! The Valley of the End? But why?” Naruto looked almost sad. “I have to do some preparations for my birthday” Sasuke said and he could see Naruto’s eyes suddenly realizing that the Uchiha’s birthday was the day after tomorrow.   “Oh right, you are going to be eighteen!” Naruto said excitedly. “Hey, you wanna come? I mean, to my birthday” Sasuke asked. “Hell yeah I wanna, who else is coming? Like...from school?” Naruto asked.   The Uchiha smiled kindly. “Just you” Sasuke said, “I will text you the address” “Yeah, sure thing” Naruto said. Seeing his father and Sasuke disappear behind the office door. “Why even go to another city though?” The blond muttered. Oxoxoxo “I can’t even say it is my fault, dattebayo! He invited me two days before! I have nothing!” Naruto sat down on a bench and sighed in exhaustion. “Why is life so haaarrrdd~” “It isn’t life, it is because you wanna get in this dude’s pants” Naruto’s eyes widened and he quickly had to move his hand before his cousin would stand on it with his boot. “Eh! That is not it at all!” Naruto stood back up, not risking breaking a finger with his impatient cousin. “He is turning eighteen, it is sort of a big deal, dattebayo~” He put his hands in his pockets before turning his head around seeing the display of a jewelry store. “Oh, that is nice” Naruto stared at the silver necklace with a small star. “Thank you, destiny” The blond put his hands together like he was praying. “Oi!” His cousin woke Naruto up from his thoughts. Naruto hissed feeling his cousin slap him on the back of the head. “Are you going to waste fifty bucks on the fag? Dude...must be some ass then” “Shut up, Menma!” Naruto punched his cousin in the shoulder as he stared at the necklace.  “You think he would actually wear it?” “Fuck man, I don’t even know this dude, but from what you told me...hmm” Menma didn’t finish his sentence as he turned around to walk away from the display. “What? What? Tell me, dattebayo!” Naruto followed him. “Nar-idiot, all I know is that this guy is celebrating his birthday in whole other city with nobody knowing about it but you” Menma walked towards a smoothie stance, ordering two smoothies. “Menma?!” Naruto tried to catch his attention. “All I am saying that it is sketchy, you feel me?’ Menma handed his cousin one of the smoothies. “What do you mean sketchy? Sasuke isn’t a bad kid...boy...man?” Naruto looked confused. “Dude turns eighteen, he needs therapy and you don’t even know why, he celebrates his birthday in a different town and nobody you know is invited and besides that...you did get a last minute invitation” Menma raised his shoulder in a not caring way, “Maybe it is some weird kinky sex party” Naruto spit the smoothie out, bursting out laughing. “Sasuke’s a virgin! He told me himself”  Naruto said, wiping an escaped tear from the corner of his eye. “Why would he even tell you? Even if it is true, what better way to start your adult life than becoming an adult...and give away your innocence” “...to me?” Naruto raised a confused eyebrow. “To you and 4 manwhores and perhapst 2 hookers” Menma commented. “No, he is not like that at all...is he?”   “Didn’t he give you an address?” Menma asked and Naruto grabbed his phone and showed the address. “Holy fuck, that is Sasuke! Fuck, he is hot”  Menma commented, grabbing his cousin’s phone and enlarging the profile picture. “No, that is Itachi, his brother, that next to him is Sasuke” Naruto pointed out. “Mwah” Menma suddenly did not seem interested anymore as he looked at the conversation. “That is a BDSM club...told ya”   Naruto’s eyes widened, not believing what his cousin said. “Yes…I just know...don’t...question me…” Menma looked away awkwardly as he handed Naruto’s phone back. For a moment, all Naruto could imagine was a dungeon only lit by candle lights and filled with all types of people. Some hanging from ropes and getting whipped while others were chained against the wall with some sort of electrical shock devices around their nipples. He could see Sasuke sit on a throne, wearing some dominatrix outfit while people licked his boots clean. He was holding this whip, playing with it as Naruto approached him to give his present and wish him a happy birthday. Sasuke would laugh and throw it towards him before telling him to get the hell away from his amazing party. As two beautiful, but very scary women would drag him away he could see Nardo appear on Sasuke’s lap, making out with the raven. “Naruto, Naruto, Naruto!” Menma bitch slapped his cousin’s face, who took a step back and looked almost desperate. “God, I need to come with a better gift!” He panicked before narrowing his eyes, “Fucking Nardo!” Naruto hissed clenching a fist. “Dude, I know what you should get him during his crazy kinky sex party!” Menma wrapped his arm around his cousin and pointed at a small, almost hidden shop, “Sex shop!” Oxoxoxox Naruto took a deep breath as he looked at the screen of his phone, following the navigation to the address Sasuke had given him. It is supposed to be around the corner. Naruto looked around him, seeing a few adults walking from that direction. “Damn, I was stuffed! I don’t think anymore would have fit!” He heard the woman say. Naruto felt his heart beat faster and he hesitated for a second. Maybe he wasn’t ready to see such a side of Sasuke’s .Was he even allowed to judge? It was just not in his comfort zone...he could run back to the train station...just make up some lie as to why he never could make it.   Suddenly an image of Sasuke on the phone appeared in his head. Naruto had called him to cancel and Sasuke told him it was alright. The raven would put the phone away, but what he probably didn’t know that he never ended the call and so Naruto could hear Utakata and Sasuke moan on the other side of the line…then he would suddenly heard Nardo’s voice making some fucking pun. The blond shook his head to wake himself up. He had a determined look in his eyes before he swallowed and just kept walking while curing Nardo and Utakata in his head.   “You reached your destination” Naruto looked at his phone, seeing a smiling face. He turned the navigation off before looking around him. You would think a BDSM club would be pretty notable between all these...restaurants. The blond turned his face to the building next to him. “Big Belly café...eat till you are stuffed…” Naruto read the sign outloud. It became clear why Sasuke used to live in this city. “Hey” Naruto screamed before jumping around and holding his hand like some sort of ninja. He could see Sasuke laugh at his reaction. “I am glad you came” The Uchiha said. Naruto looked at Sasuke from head to toe before doing it all one more time. “You look…handsome…” Naruto surprise wasn’t well hidden. How many times did he see Sasuke dress kinda fancy? Maybe three times. “Ah yeah, I don’t usually wear suits, my aunt really insisted” “Aunt?” Naruto asked. “Yeah, her house is five minutes away from here, it is kinda hard to find, so I figured I would meet you here”   “Big...Belly...Café...Aha…” Naruto scratched the back of his head. Had Menma been lying to him when he mentioned the BDSM club?   “Ah, I know what you are thinking, on google maps there is still a image of some weird kinky club, it closed about three years ago, you must have been freaked out” Suddenly the entire café seemed unsanitary. “Nevermind that...uhm...we are going to your aunt’s house?” “Yes, she made so much food, be ready to get stuffed” “Oh, I was ready to get stuffed…in a different sense” Naruto swallowed, “Uhm...so...your aunt?” “Yes, she is so nice, she is like those stereotypical grandmothers that over-feeds their grandchildren” “So it kinda equals to...meeting...your...grandparents?” The panic started the rise. Not only did he wear quite the sexy and uncomfortable underwear at this moment...he had also  bought a remote control butt plug sex toy 30 speed vibration G spot prostate massager for adult men for Sasuke’s 18th Birthday. “Yeah, kinda...am I freaking you out?” Sasuke asked. “No! No!” Naruto said, “Lead the way!” At this moment all Naruto wanted was to get hit by a truck...and fast. It was a quick walk to a small house that seemed to be pretty comfy for a bunch of old people. He walked behind Sasuke inside the house. The moment the door opened...Naruto wished a plane would crash on him or a zombie attack would happen right now because not only were all 5 brothers present for the first time in 18 years of birthdays, there were a bunch of old people that seem to be old family friends. “I am back” Sasuke said, taking his shoes off and putting them aside, “This is Naruto, he is a good friend of mine” “Nice to meet you all” The smile couldn’t be any faker than that particular moment. “Oh, so this is Naruto, I have heard so many great things about you!” An old rather big woman approached him before hugging him. “Look at you, I can break your spine in two!” “Aunty” Sasuke said slightly embarrassed. “Oh yes, yes, no more taunting, boy, do you even lift?” Her hand was wrapped around Naruto’s bicep. “I lift…crisps bag, dattebayo” Naruto jokes, causing her to laugh. “Oh, I like you already! Sit down dear, oh no, eat first!” She first pulled Naruto towards the couch, but then changed directions towards the dining table that was filled with all kinds of food. It seems she went out of her way to make this a good day. “Oh, you can put our gift with the others” She said things...but she did it herself. She grabbed Naruto’s gift bag and took the gift out of it and put it on the table with the other gifts, but not before she looked at the wrapping paper and noted how their tastes were similar because she used the exact same one. Naruto couldn’t bring himself to tell the old lady that it wasn’t him that had wrapped the gift. It was the shady sex shop downtown Konoha that did. “You are not allergic to anything are you?” She talked loudly, but she wasn’t waiting for an answer when she grabbed a big plate and filled it with all types of food. Naruto swore the plate was heavier than five kilos and it was physically impossible to put any more food on it. “Nuts...I am allergic to nuts…” “Oh, you grow some nuts!” Another old lady commented as she walked passed them. Her steps were so tiny...Naruto saw turtles walk faster than that. “Oh, don’t eat the cake” The aunt said. Well...there were three types of cake on that very same table. “Aunty” Sasuke sat on the couch, apparently getting asked a bunch of questions by these old relatives.    “Yes, sugar bun, I am coming” “Aunty~!” Sasuke said slightly annoyed, it made Naruto chuckle. “Speaking of lifting, can you lift that plate?” Shisui asked. “Please hold the plate my arms are trembling” Naruto talked fast before pushing the plate in Shisui’s arms. “I am so sorry! I...I forgot to call my mother! Haha, yeah, worried mother, y’know!” Naruto said walking towards the garden. He quickly grabbed his phone and called his cousin. “Ey, how is your sex-party?” He could hear his cousin ask on the other end of the line. “It is filled with elderly relatives which will all have a heart attack once they see what I got Sasuke! You said the address was some sex club, but it was a café! You screwed me!” “Okay, firstly...I am pretty sure it was a bdsm club and secondly, you know the guy! I don’t! You said he was a virgin, what did you expect!?” Menma asked. Just before Naruto could imagine his third weird scenario of the outcome. He shook his head. “The fuck am I supposed to do now?! I don’t want to be responsible for the death of 5 elderly people and an old aunt and uncle! Besides…all his brothers are here too and I did mention the smart one not liking me so much!” Naruto hissed. “What do you want me to do? Just get the fuck out of there” Menma suggested. “I can’t just take the gift with me!...can I?” “Naruto...Naruto...Naruto...you used to steal cars, unlock every lock and shoplift liquor, if you can’t steal a fucking box in some party filled with old people...you should hang yourself” “...you got a point there…I just have to make it disappear before excusing myself because of some ‘family emergency’ and then nobody would be suspicious” Naruto said. “Bye Nar-idiot” “Tch” Naruto hissed, looking at the screen before putting his phone away.  He cursed under his breath before walking back inside. “Izuna” Naruto looked relieved seeing his friend eating a cupcake. Izuna turned his head to Naruto and almost choked on the cake because he wanted to say something. He coughed a few times before grabbing a can of soda and drinking it. “You almost killed me!” Izuna said...Owh if he only knew Naruto was about to murder a lot more tonight. “I need your help” Naruto grabbed Izuna’s arm and pulled him towards the corner of the room. “You can’t ask me why...but I need you to distract everyone near that gift table so I can grab my gift back!” “Why do you wanna steal your gift back?” “I just…I have regrets, alright?” Naruto sighed. “You owe me though” Izuna said, grabbing a glass,  “Attention! Please! I would like to make a toast!” Izuna said loudly in the room, catching everyone’s attention. “What!? You want toast?!” “No...a toast like...a speech!” Izuna shook his head in disbelief. “I remember when Sasuke was…well this happened last weekend, so~” Izuna continued his story as Naruto sneaked towards the table. His hand near his gift, he just had to grab it really fast and nobody would even know...that was the plan at least. He suddenly felt an arm wrapped around his and the blond looked shocked. “Ah, they grow up so fast don’t they” Sasuke’s aunt whispered. “Ha...ha...yeah…” Naruto looked at his arm. Why did old people love him so much?! Damn the Uzumaki charm! “I am glad to meet you, Sasuke always talks so fondly about you” “He does?” For a moment Naruto forgot about his mission. He looked at Sasuke, who looked so beautiful today. He could see the dark eyes look directly into his, followed by a small smile. Naruto returned the smile, seeing Sasuke chuckle once he noticed his aunt. Apparently it pleased him to see his aunt liked Naruto. “...anyway! The point of my toast is...no matter how old this faggot gets, he will always be fucking dumb, cheers!” Izuna raised his glass, but most of the guests just gave him a questionable look. The toast was a trainwreck, it couldn’t be helped. “Oh, I should probably fill the bowl of crisps” The aunt finally let go of Naruto’s arm. “Dude, I was running out of stories, did you get it? Where is it?” Izuna whispered. “It is the box wrapped in pink wrapping paper, on the table…your aunt ambushed me...so... ” Naruto said. “Change of plans, you distract them and I will get your gift and throw it in the trash can” “No, I can’t show up empty handed...I was gonna change the present with…with…” Naruto hand reached in his pockets, but he didn’t have anything on him. “Your necklace?” Izuna suggested. Naruto looked at his necklace. “I can’t...my Godmother passed it down to me…” The blond turned his head to Sasuke, seeing him play scrabble with Itachi. He seemed so happy. “It is worth it...right?” “Dude, this ain’t a fucking disney movie, give him your jacket instead or something” Izuna rolled his eyes. “Tell you this...you fall down in the living room and while everybody is gasping and acting so shocked, I will grab your gift and put it in the garden” “...fine” Naruto said,  “But, uhm...how will I make it look realis-” The blond couldn't finish his sentence. He got pushed towards the coffee table, falling on the scrabble game before rolling off it on the ground. “Fuck!” Naruto cursed. How he wished to strangle Izuna...but it did work. “Are you alright?” Sasuke rushed to his side. Naruto rubbed his head, seeing some blood in his hand. “Niisan, he is bleeding” “Let him bleed” Itachi answered harshly. Shisui punched him in the shoulder, causing Itachi to roll his eyes and get up. “How did you even...ugh, you are so stupid you can’t even walk” Itachi knelt down, grabbing his face with both hands and looking at the scrape on Naruto’s forehead. “Niisan, be nicer” Sasuke had an annoyed expression on his face. “It is just a scrape, no worries” Itachi said, “Chances of concussion is small anyway...he has no brain to begin with it” “Naruto...how are you feeling?” Sasuke asked, still holding him. “My head feels a bit heavy…” Naruto rubbed the back of his head, before seeing Izuna make a sign with his fingers. “Oohh, it is gone! Wow, I am healed, dattebayo!” Naruto jumped up. “Random” Madara muttered. An awkward silence filled the room. “Shall we open presents?” Shisui suggested. “Yeah, great idea” Everybody seemed to agree. Naruto ran to the backyard, seeing Izuna point under the tree. “You gotta hurry, they are unwrapping gifts” Izuna said, looking through the window. “Yeah, yeah...you go inside, I will follow soon, dattebayo” Naruto said, Taking his jacket off before unwrapping the gift carefully, it felt like he was defusing a bomb. Well, he had to wrap it back in neatly. He pulled the box out, frowning when he couldn’t recall it being made of wood. He opened it and his eyes widened seeing some old gun inside it. He suddenly recalled that Sasuke’s aunt had used the exact same wrapping paper as the sex- shop had. But… That means the gift… IS STILL IN THE HOUSE! Naruto ran like the wind, causing him almost to slip. He saw the aunt give Sasuke Naruto’s present. “Please Sasuke, read my face, have a telepathic conversation with me, hear me...please just...put that present away! Don’t open it!”  Naruto thought, seeing the Uchiha look at him. “OMG it works!” “Sasuke, I am looking at the gift,t hen at you and I am shaking my head...please...please...understand!” Sasuke nodded and whispered something to Itachi, who rolled his eyes. He grabbed something from his bag and got up. He walked to Naruto and put something in the blond’s hand. “Sasuke said you were constipated…put it in water and drink it” Itachi whispered before walking back to his seat. “I am fucked” Naruto sighed. “This is from me” The aunt said. Sasuke looked at the gift on his lap, wanting to open it, but his aunt stopped him. “There is actually a bit of history behind this gift I give you today” She held Sasuke’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “See, your great grandfather had used this during the first shinobi war, he had kept it close to him every night during the war, and every night since, he passed it onto your grandfather, who has used it during the second great shinobi war, my father…” She took a deep breath, “He told me, how he used to practice with it...day in...day out, it wasn’t his favourite, but it had history, he ended up teaching your father...he had given me this to one day...give to you, I wished he was still around to see how wonderful and beautiful you have turned to be, I hope he can watch you use this from heaven”  She smiled, “Open it, dear” Sasuke had this childish glimpse in his eyes. He opened the gift and his eyes widened when he had opened the gift. He looked shocked at his aunt, before looking back down. He did that for a total of three times. “...they had these in the first shinobi war?” Sasuke looked shocked. “Yes…” His aunt looked confused, almost hurt even. “I can’t take it anymore!” Naruto shouted, getting everyone’s attention, “That gift wasn’t your aunt’s...it was mine” He sighed. “...what the fuck is it?” Madara asked Sasuke grabbed the present, holding it up for his brothers to see. “A remote control butt plug sex toy 30 speed vibration G spot prostate massager for adult men!” The all suddenly said together, causing both Naruto and Sasuke to give them weird looks. “I am...so sorry, it was meant as a joke...that was before I knew this…is how you celebrated your 18th birthday” “Just when I thought I couldn’t hate you more” Itachi shook his head. “...I know I should be happy that my aunt didn’t gave me a three generation used sex-toy…but...somehow it was nice to think they had these in the first shinobi war” Sasuke laughed. “Thank you, Naruto” Even in a room filled with judgemental eyes...it suddenly seemed the entire room was empty except for the Uchiha laughing. “But I would like my Browning Hi-Power now” Sasuke said. “You knew?’ The aunt asked. “Yes, he taught me how to shoot with it the very first time, he told me I could have that very gun, when the time was right, since I didn’t get it on my 13th birthday, I figured he would have given it to me on my 18th...but he isn’t here anymore, so...I am glad you kept it all these years” His aunt suddenly hugged him very tightly, almost suffocating the Uchiha in her chest. “You are so precious!” She said. “Tell me about it…”Naruto muttered. Oxoxoxox “Hey, I am so sorry about…the gift, I let my cousin get to me when I was shopping for the perfect gift”  Naruto said, leaning against the door frame. He was getting a ride from Shisui back to Konoha. “I am used to it through the years, don’t worry about it, it is gonna be a funny story to tell one day” Sasuke said. “Uhm...I could return it though? Get you something good?” “Oh no, you don’t have to...it is thought that counts” Sasuke said, way too fast. Naruto narrowed his eyes. “Oh you dirty Uchiha, dattebayo” He laughed. “Pfff, you bought it, right?” Sasuke shook his head. “Y’know what, Sasuke, close your eyes” “...fine” The Uchiha did as Naruto asked, he felt the blond put something around his neck before kissing Sasuke’s cheek. “Happy birthday, Sasuke” Naruto whispered. Sasuke opened his eyes, looking down at the necklace he had seen Naruto wearing for three years now. He smiled down at it before looking at Naruto waving eagerly at him as he stepped inside his car. “Thank you, Naruto” Sasuke said, feeling his heart beat faster. How much can you love one troublesome guy…a lot it turns out. ===special thanks to @failureoftheyear for editing===