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tripleyeeet · 8 months

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IN MY VEINS

SUMMARY: After disobeying Astarion's request, you find yourself in an interesting position.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,501

WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, shameless knife kink, blood drinking, finger sucking, fingering, orgasm denial, begging, basically just the most depraved thing my mind could think of apparently. Also big ascended Astarion vibes??? But not actually because I cannot ascend him, sorry.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, I guess I'll see y'all in hell for this one. Also in case you've missed it, this is definitely NOT apart of the Lover's Folly universe.

MASTERLIST

All at once you feel a cold blade and a hot hand, both of them targeting your throat with quickened calculation. Slightly lower than the blade, the hand shifts tightly against your skin, prompting a low groan of surprise to push through your lips, causing the voice behind you to speak.

“What do you think you're doing here?”

Lightly it flutters against your ear. Sounding like a mixture of whiskey and honey, it piques an interest within your mind that almost immediately forces you to do a double take, attempting to look at Astarion’s face, wondering if that usual scowl of his is on full display.

“Just came to say hi.”

He quietly snorts before moving his torso against your back, pulling you closer. “Hi.”

Swallowing hard, you force your teeth to hit your bottom lip, suppressing the urge to groan again when he pushes the blade closer.

“What no hi back?”

In response, you let out a plume of air and try to angle your neck away from the knife, only to be met with rough hands that pull you back in, pricking your skin ever so slightly. As it happens, you close your eyes, releasing your lips from your teeth to let out a soft hi Astarion. One that has him chuckling in your ear without warning.

“Hello, darling.” Gently, he places a quick kiss to your temple then loosens his hold ever so slightly, allowing you to breathe and remember the small slice now present across your neck.

“I’m sure the gang will love to see your handiwork in the morning,” you joke, but Astarion doesn’t laugh. Instead, he just continues to kiss your temple, gently dragging his teeth across your skin as he lowers his mouth, moving to the edge of your jaw.

It leaves you breathless where you stand —frozen from the feeling of different temperatures exploring your outsides. On one end, his hands feel surprisingly warm; big and soft but rough in their ministrations as he clutches the front of your throat. However, on the other, there’s the threatening reminder of the knife. How one wrong move could result in the laceration of your poor esophagus.

You have to force yourself not to protest at the position you find yourself in. Stuck beneath his hold; your back pressed firmly against his front with little room for movement, all you can do is stare forward and hope he’s quick. That his hunger for flesh can be sated before the lust kicks in.

Having been on the road together for so long, you’ve experienced both sides of such a spectrum. Happily feeding his fill, you’ve offered over blood and sex in various ways and combinations. And if you’re honest you’re favourite is when he eats and then fucks you.

“I thought I told you to stay put while I’m hunting.”

His teeth move to nibble at your ear, an action that has you rearing slightly back, remembering his command. The way he cupped your chin as you sat inside his tent, frowning at the prospect of having to wait. Back then, you had every intention of listening. Of patiently waiting with bated breath as he hunted for dinner before returning to you to claim desert. But then you grew bored. Restless at the hands of time itself and decided quickly that defiance was the proper answer.

“You were taking too long.”

It comes out like a whine, making you slightly cringe, hearing the desperation in your voice. Realizing just how sickly hopeless he makes you feel over the simplest things.

“And now I’m going to take even longer, aren’t I?”

You can practically feel the grin that graces his lips. The way it pulls up on either end, revealing two pointed canines ready to strike. You can’t see them but you know they’re itching for flesh, his tongue moving along their points as he stares down at your pulsing neck, wondering if he should drink you now or later or perhaps at all.

Deep down, you know he doesn’t have much restraint for the latter. On more than one occasion he’s expressed that the taste of you is infectious. A delight so utterly consuming he often thinks about keeping you even after this is all over.

You’ve never admitted it but there’s a part of you that wants that too. To allow him the comfort of always feeling fed. As the days go on, you tend to dwell on the idea more often than not, imagining a life where you'd be bound by his hand, forever forced to serve his hunger and lust.

It’s a tempting future. One that has you standing with anticipation, feeling Astarion lightly kick the base of your calves, motioning for you to move.

Slowly, you step through the clearing, straining your eyes to look at the ground below for signs of obstruction. Considering one misstep could mean your end, you try your best not to move while simultaneously showing no signs of struggling —wanting to look brave.

“You’re lucky I wasn’t in the middle of something.”

His voice is distracting. The way it hits your face in heavy, angered puffs makes you blink and step a little far, resulting in the buckling of your leg, prompting him to humorously hum and steady your frame.

“Be careful, my dear. Wouldn’t want you slipping on my blade, now would we?”

Immediately, you let out a nervous laugh and continue as if nothing happened, moving until you’re in the middle of a grouping of trees that seclude you from the rest of the world.

Once there, Astarion’s grasp slips away, your throat feeling instantly soothed by the amount of air you’re suddenly able to pull in, even if with the knife still present.

“Sorry for bothering you —just missed you is all,” you tell him, hearing him chuckle under his breath, telling you he knows.

“You always miss me,” he teases then, circling around to finally face you at the same time his blade trails up your skin, nicking your chin with a quick flick of his wrist, resulting in the tiniest cut.

For a moment it stings but then it’s soothed by the pressing of his thumb, reaching forward to swipe away the bit of blood that collects before forcing it towards your closed mouth. “Open.”

Your stomach twists with reluctance but regardless you do as he says, feeling the pad move to the back of your throat and slowly slide down, pulling your bottom lip down in the process.

“Ah, so you are still capable of obedience, my mistake.” Raising his brow, his thumb continues its descent, your lip bouncing back into place as his other fingers move to grip your chin, pulling you in —feeling his blade slip between your torsos without warning, the tip pressing against your ribcage. “Or perhaps your mistake?”

A short gasp falls between you as you struggle not to move further. Against your skin, the blade sits snugly at your centre, threatening to sink if you so much as shiver.

Across his face, Astarion adorns a wicked grin that has you secretly cursing his name for denying you his touch, especially when you know he wants it just as much.

“Now, are you going to be good or are we going to continue to have this little—“ he stops to clench his jaw, poking through the leathers of your vest so that you can taste a bit of pain that may or may not come, “—problem.”

Without hesitation you give him a nod, signalling your immediate obedience just as he pulls back the knife, and yanks you forward by your belt loops.

“Good. Cause I rather like you, despite the attitude.”

You’re tempted to laugh but refuse to so much as breathe as you move your hands cautiously to his chest, testing out the waters.

Thankfully they’re not as choppy as before. Instead, they’re slow and steady, allowing you to grip the collar of his shirt and grin, carefully pulling him down to press your outstretched neck against his teeth.

“I’m sorry for leaving.”

His tongue laps at your flesh almost instantly. Then, following behind, his lips suction themselves into the crook, making you inhale deeply, tightening the hold you have on his head. Feeling that bloom of contentment resurface once you hear the dropping of his knife and feel the softness of his touch start to roam.

It lasts only for a couple of seconds before you’re led towards the ground, back shoved forcibly against the dirt. It knocks the wind right out of you, prompting a choked-out gasp to sound just before he drags his teeth along the outside of your artery, but you hardly care. Every sensation after that comes and goes in quick succession, sending you into that familiar space of servitude that has you clutching the roots of his hair, trying to coast.

At first, the pain of his teeth descending into your veins takes over. Two pinpricks that remind you of the knives he often uses to keep you in line. Every inch of their movement makes you choke on your own spit, the sudden force of it pushing through each layer making you cry. Then you feel his tongue again. The way it ebbs and flows across the freshly made wound, sucking down every drop that’s presented.

At that point, the pain begins to subside a little. Replacing it, a newfound euphoria floats around your head with an almost cold emptiness, resulting in a slackness that has you barely holding onto Astarion’s hair as you softly moan.

Which makes him laugh against your throat. The reverb of his verbal torment only making things worse when you feel that final lick, watching as he comes back up for air. Your eyes are barely open then as you sleepily reach up and brush away a bit of blood from his cheek, feeling it collect at the tips before he’s fully popping your finger into his mouth. Then all you can focus on is the movement of his tongue again, how it swirls along your skin, teasing your mind with thoughts of it moving elsewhere.

After that, it’s all you can think about. Even after he’s relinquished your hand to rest against his cheek. Your thoughts fill with visions of him pressed between your thighs, sinking his tongue into your cunt. Drinking you up like the starving man you know him to be. Allowing his greed to take over in the form of a pleasure you know you don’t deserve.

That doesn’t stop you from trying to earn it though.

“Astarion.” Your hand drags him gently down again, focusing on the blood that still coats his lips. Smelling the iron tang of your life’s liquid tainted across his skin. “Can you—“

He already knows what you’re asking before you can finish. In the time you’ve been together, he’s tended to your every need just as you’ve done to him, so he’s already well aware of your desires. Of the desperation that coats your features when he begins to slip down carefully, already making work of his hands.

Before you know it you’re naked from the hips down, the cool air wafting along your skin before he settles in, laying on the forest floor with your thighs atop his shoulders. Then the warmth of his breath coasts along your cunt, causing you to twitch.

“So pretty,” he coos, a small laugh following suit once he feels the tightness of your thighs, wrapping around the sides of his head. Gently, he then readjusts his hand to the press against your entrance, ever so gently swiping up and down with two of his fingers. “And wet.”

You snort, quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed despite how many times you’ve done this. “Only for you, love.”

“Of course. No other man could render you so useless.” His fingers curl so that it’s his knuckles that are grazing you, pushing you slightly apart as he moves them up and down. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already—“

His fingers twist, his thumb pressing against your clit, sending your back upwards.

Your reaction makes him chuckle and return to his previous ministrations, this time even slower than before, forcing you to groan, knowing it’s your own fault. If you had just listened you wouldn’t have to deal with the teasing. The endless game you know is just beginning, feeling the way he languidly moves, grinning all the while.

“Is something the matter, darling?”

His breath is ghosting the spot you want him to fuck. His fingers are moving but not at all at the pace you need them to be, and frankly, you’re desperate. A mess of regret and lust all mixed together, rising throughout your chest.

“Astarion, please.”

You’re not above begging. You’ve done it loads of times before but considering your current lack patience, it’s hard not to think about the barely there veil of composure he knows he’s able to exploit in the most delicious of ways.

“I’m sorry, I can’t quite hear you, love. It’s a bit noisy down here with all the… wetness.”

You resist the urge to groan at his terrible joke, feeling a finger dip between your folds for just a moment before it’s gone again. “Please.”

“Please? Oh, my darling, whatever could you be pleasing me about?” He raises his head to grin, causing you to notice that your blood is still very much coated on his lips, drying as the seconds pass.

“I swear to g—“

Before you can defy further, he tuts menacingly, staring you down, forcing your mouth to close. “Don’t make me grab the knife.”

Immediately, you swallow your words and just nod your head, allowing yourself a moment to recuperate just as he chuckles and, without warning, presses his mouth to your clit, sending you closer to the edge.

It only lasts a second but it’s enough to have you fully committing, your voice loud and proud, verbally repeating your wants and needs without breath. Telling him how much you want him to touch you. To draw his tongue up and down your folds as he buries his face deep inside.

By the end of your spiel, you’re almost breathless and staring, your chest heaving up and down at the prospect of him finally giving in. Quickly, your eyes wander, exploring his features as his tongue pokes out to lick his bottom lip, forcing you to bite your own, wondering if he’ll do it. If he’ll finally grant you the release you so desperately need.

Looking between you and the one place you want him to focus his attention on, you see him smirk and sink three fingers in, pushing with little regard for the force that works against him.

“Do you truly think you’ve earned such a gift?” he asks, allowing his lips to split to reveal his bloodied teeth before they plunge themselves into the plush of your inner thigh, forcing you to cry as he denies you of your pleasure time and time again.

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imnotjaesblog · 5 months

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Part 7: The Nerd

Starring: Kim Doyoung

Summary: Doyoung is the smartest guy in school. He scores the highest on every exam every semester and is involved in almost every advanced class he can take. However, his smarts along with his past are unable to save him when he comes face to face with Y/n. It didn't take much to convince her to get what she wanted from him. With a secret video being held against her buying her silence would eventually lead the Doyoung to realize it is one expensive secret to keep.

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Angst, Cursing, Manipulation and Mentions of a Sex Tape.

Words: 10K

(This is a long one)

MINORS DO NOT READ!!!

Enjoy :)

You currently sat in a lecture with the professor a few rows below you discussing with the class the difference between making a good investment and a bad one. You bored tapped your pen on your notebook feeling yourself doze off. It had only been fifteen minutes and you already wanted to get up and walk out of the class.

You yawned again covering your mouth. You tried to blink a few times waking yourself up. You turned back to your notebook trying to scribble down any of the professor's words you could hear.

Your note-taking paused when you heard someone pull out the chair beside you. No one ever sat beside you in this class. People were too hesitant to, scared they'd be judged for even trying to sit next to you.

You turned to see who sat beside you. You were welcome with a sight no other than Johnny.

Besides you, Johnny was the only person on campus people were hesitant to talk to. They may not have wanted the same attention they wanted from him but both of you held a high power of the school. But ever since your little plot of revenge his crown started to tilt. Johnny had to make sure the balance between you both remained.

You smirked one leg crossing over the other as you placed your pen down. You turned your body back to the professor below you.

"Johnny this is a surprise. You know this isn't your class," you said softly. You could feel his intense stare at you. Johnny's presence made most people uncomfortable. They tip-toed around him being sure to not anger him. But to you, Johnny was no different than any other man who existed.

"I'm not here to learn," he said softly just above a whisper. A few people turned around to look at the two of you. Some were annoyed with the sounds and others were interested in what the two of you were saying.

"Although there is something I came here to ask," he said softly sitting closer to you. You didn't move. You placed your chin on one hand your index finger gently tapping it. The other was placed on the table in front of you.

"What is that?" you asked.

"Have you been playing my boys?" he asked with a cock in his eyebrow. You let out a sigh a smug look on your lips. You finally turned your neck to him. "Depends. What do you mean by playing?" you asked a smirk on your lips. He smiled looking deep into your eyes. He leaned closer to you. You pursed your lips taking your finger gently and pushing him back.

"You know I know when you're lying to me," he said implying he knew you very well thanks to your history together. "Jaehyun does too," he teased. You scoffed, sneering, and turned away from him tongue licking your teeth. "You know I love it when you play with me, baby. Just I need you to leave my boys alone. Their weak, they can't handle themselves," he softly protested.

You rolled your eyes shaking your head. "You only worried about 'your boys' because you know if I take them down you and Si Cheng go too," you bit back.

"So this about Si Cheng?" he asked catching you. You felt your heart skip a quick beat but you didn't show it. "Tell me Y/n what he did and I'll take care of it," he said turning more to get a better angle of you.

You turned away again your chair moving over slightly.

"All you need to worry about is yourself," you said back. Johnny nodded sitting back an O on his lips. His leg crossed over the other. He placed his elbow on his thigh leaning his chin on his hand.

"This isn't just about Si Cheng. This is about you finally getting your big moment," he said raising his voice. Not loud enough to yell but it still caused some people to turn back at the two of you. Eventually, once the two of you died down they turned back.

"You are ridiculous Johnny. If I wanted to take Si Cheng down I would have done it already," you said annoyance in your tone. Johnny chuckled raising a brow.

"Don't you think you would have done it by now?" he asked. He stood up collecting his bag. He kneeled down to your left turning your chair to face him. He moved closer inches from your face.

"I know you are up to something Y/n and trust me when I find out"

"What? What will you do? I'm not scared of you," you said. He stood back up bag in hand.

"You should be," he warned before he walked out.

A few days had passed since Johnny’s warning. You decided that day in class you remain quiet for a couple of days. You’d avoid all contact with anyone from the house and that included Jisung.

Waiting would prove to be difficult for you. After all your entire life was handed to you. You took the time off to put more focus on life after school. The business in which your father ran. It distracted you from the drama at school. During that time you were able to convince your father about potentially letting you move forward. He took his chair once he stepped down.

You’d just have to take care of the rest of the boys by January if you really wanted to secure your spot.

A knock on your door could be heard from your bedroom. You stepped out your dog at your toes as you walked down your long hall. Your maid had stepped into the living space motioning her hand to Wendy, Jungwoo, and Ten.

She left the three of you alone heading back into the kitchen where she had the chef prepare tonight’s dinner.

You all greeted each other. Each of them removes their shoes and follows you to the living room.

You all sat on your couch another maid coming to you placing a charcuterie board down along with a few glasses of wine. Your friends all looked at one another awkwardly taking in your current state. You were dressed in a slick black dress with a tight bun. They all stared each looking away from you eyed them. You ignored their weirdness picking up your wine.

“Y/n how has everything been since you’ve taken a few days off?” Wendy asked picking up her wine and taking a sip. Jungwoo raised his brow. “Days? More like weeks. Where have you been?” He asked you unable to contain himself. You sighed placing your arm over your crossed leg wine glass still dangling in your grasp.

“I was away on business,” you responded.

“Business? You left the country!” He shouted frustrated with your short answers. He was concerned, scared even. You had left the country without a word. You told no one where you were going or who you were meeting. They were all worried sick. Afraid something had happened to you. However when you finally texted Wendy back their fears boiled into anger. Jungwoo was unable to contain himself. Ten placed a gentle hand on his calming the boy down.

“Business? What business?” asked Ten.

You sighed looking at all of them. They all kept their eyes on you waiting for your answer.

“I went to see my father. We spoke of my future,” you said. Wendy widened her eyes sitting closer to you.

“What did he say?” She asked.

“He’s thinking about handing the company over to me. Being that I won’t be getting married anytime soon,” you said slightly annoyed at his old ways. While there was no one you wanted to marry, if there was someone this would have changed everything for you.

They all nodded containing the many more questions they had. Getting answers out of you right now was like pulling teeth. They figured they’d let you settle into both they asked anything else about your secret trip.

“Well,” Ten began. “Did you all hear what happened to Haechan?” He asked the room. They all shook their heads you remained silent. Wendy perked up facing him. “What?” She asked.

“He got expelled,” he said accepting a reaction that he received. Jungwoo gasped and Wendy sat back covering her mouth with her hand. “No way,” Jungwoo said with raised brows. Ten nodded. “I found out today after he didn’t come to practice,” he said his eyes turning to you.

“You wouldn’t have anything to do with this right Y/n?” He asked with a smirk. You sighed unable to hold back your smirk. Wendy sat up lightly slapping your knee. She was both proud and upset at you. Proud because you got him expelled. Upset because you didn’t tell her. You nodded your head.

“I may have,” you said placing your glass down.

“He was just talking too much. He needed to be silenced,” you said. “Yeah but won’t he still talk?” Jungwoo asked. You shook your head. “He was sent away to some boarding school for young adolescents. You’re not allowed any technology over there,” you said.

“How did you even pull that off?” Ten asked interested in the details. “My dad knows the headmaster of the school and he owes him many favors,” you said.

“Yeah but how did you get him kicked out of school?” asked Wendy. You shrugged sipping your wine. “I told my dad he was spreading rumors about me. Rumors that could hurt me and trace all the way back to the company,” you said. Ten scoffed. “So basically Si Cheng’s story,” he retorted.

You nodded. “Yeah pretty much,”

“So what about the rest?” Wendy asked.

“Well Johnny tried to warn me a few weeks back,” you said placing your glass down and eating from the charcuterie board. “Jeno also tried to contact me but I ghosted him,” you said.

“Won’t he just try to expose you for that?” Jungwoo asked. You shook your head. “Not if he wants to be the perfect golden child in front of his and my family,” you said back dusting your hands off. You stood up walking to your room. The trio on the couch followed. You opened your bedroom door, and your dog slipped past your legs and jumped on your bed. She spun around before she found a good spot.

“So what about Johnny?” Asked Ten who sat down on your bedroom sofa. Jungwoo sat on your vanity chair checking out all your cosmetics products. Wendy sat on your bed next to your relaxed dog. She gently petted her head. You walked off into your closet only returning to let Jungwoo unzip your dress. Once you were unzipped you walked back into your pink closet.

“Well because of my silence and lack of attention to his boys, he thinks I’ve probably backed down. Which I haven’t! The time away has given me all the time I’ve needed to collect my thoughts and go over my plan again,” you said stepping out this time fully dressed in olive green silk bottoms and a tank top, paired with a pair of greenhouse slippers, a slight heel at the bottom and emerald at the top. You paired it with a nice green slip wrapping it around your body.

“Much better,” you said feeling refreshed. Wendy smiled as you walked in.

“It makes reaching Doyoung easier,” you said with a proud smile.

“But isn’t he like stalking you?” Jungwoo asked holding up one of your pink lip glosses. You walked over to him making him scout over. You picked up a makeup wipe removing the heavy brown lipstick on your lips.

“That’s how. He hasn’t really seen or heard anything. Just theories that he made everyone in that house believe were true. Trust me that boy thinks he knows everything but he doesn’t,” you said confidently.

“And Jisung? Have you spoken to him about any of this? Did he even know you left? Can we still trust him?” Ten asked sitting up. You felt your body straighten. “We haven’t spoken at all. If he knows anything is because one of you told him,” you said flatly returning back to your station.

“We can still trust him, trust me,” Wendy said standing up and sitting beside Ten. She rolled her eyes seeing you side-eye Ten. “Jisung and her are in this stupid fight,” she said annoyed.

“About what?” Jungwoo asked.

“About which one cares more about the other,” Wendy said making you slam your makeup wipe on your vanity. The bang caught everyone’s attention. Wendy just huffed unbothered by your little outburst. She loved you, she really does but you have had this issue in the past with boys you liked. You had always pushed them away afraid they’d be just like your past lovers, just like Jaehyun.

“Am I wrong?” She asked in response to your silence. She stood up to both the boys in the room taking it as their cue to leave. They ran out, your dog following behind them. Jungwoo shut the door following Ten to the living room.

You kept your eyes on the dirty makeup in your hand. You squeezed on it tightly knuckles turning red. Your lips form a tight line. Wendy scoffed rolling her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I tried to be nice before. Understanding why you left even though I’m pissed off at you for just leaving us, me and not saying a word. But I can’t ignore the fact that you’ve been gone for months now,” she paused collecting her next thoughts.” “These past couple of months you’ve changed. You’ve let this consume you,” she said with a shake of her head. “Jisung was right,” she said.

You turned to her confused eyes burning.

“Right about what exactly ?” You asked walking over to her. “That I’m some sort of slut? An Easy A? That boy means nothing to me and nor do his useless words,” you bit back. Wendy huffed frustrated all over again with you.

“When will you see that you are trying to look for an excuse to push him away? You did it to Ten in the past and now you’re doing it to him. Soon you’ll probably do it to me and Jungwoo. I can’t keep being the one to fix the aftermath of your giant messes,” she said a crack in her voice. Tears streamed down her face as she spoke to you. Her face was hot and red.

“Jisung isn’t useless. He is my friend and he is the man you care for, the man you like. You just have to admit it to yourself then all of this can go away then you’ll be able to successfully move on with your plan,” she said her throat beginning to hurt from her shouting. She looked away from you her eyes meeting you again puffy and full of fresh burning tears.

You felt the same feeling in your eyes.

“He doesn’t care for me that way,” you fought back feeling a pain in your chest at your confession of your dark truths. Wendy shook her head.

“So? Even if that were true he has been a great friend to you. He has been there for you every step of the way. He is risking everything to help you and a month ago you didn’t even know this boy's name. But you gave him what you gave us, hope. Hope that justice will be served. I still believe you can do it, but I know you can’t do it alone,” she said letting the tense air settle then fade before she spoke again. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. You picked up a tissue handing it to her. She accepted it wiping her tears.

“I invited him over for dinner. Talk to him,” she said, glancing at you before leaving your room. Not giving you enough time to be upset.

When you finally left your room you found everyone was gone from the living room. Reading the confused expression on your face one of the maids walked up to you. "They are in the dining room," she said. You nodded thanking her and headed down the left hallway.

One of the servants opened the door for you. They all grew quiet when you walked into the room. All their heads turned to you standing at the end of the table where they all sat. Ten sat on the left of the table next to Jungwoo and on the right sat Wendy, next to Jisung. The head of the table was left empty except for a white plate. They all watched you as you walked in. Jisung eye's followed you but he turned away when you looked in his direction.

A servant appeared from his spot just outside the kitchen door to pull out your chair. Jungwoo decided to break the tense moment by standing to pull out your chair himself. Once you sat down he pushed it in sending you a warm smile. You all looked at each other awkwardly before Jungwoo spoke again.

"Well I'm not one to enjoy a spoiled dinner so why don't we talk about everything hm?" he suggested motioning to the rest of the table. You sighed and Wendy rolled her eyes when she saw you play with the napkin instead.

"I have nothing to say," she said sitting back in her chair crossing her arms over her chest. "It's them who need to act like adults," she said. You huffed slamming your hand on the table, causing the silverware to jump. Everyone looked at you including Jisung.

"I'm not going to talk about this right now at the dinner table. We're here to enjoy a dinner between friends right?" you formed your words into a question. You felt your body grow warm from frustration. "I agree. Wendy maybe we should let them handle it," Ten said defending you.

She scoffed shaking her head. "Of you'd say that," she threw back.

"And why is that?" you asked her face getting red. She sat up eyeing you.

"Because he's in love with you!" she shouted slamming her hands down. The minute she said it she covered her mouth, eyes widening. Everyone gasped including you. Ten's heart dropped. His eyes widened and his pulse picked up. He felt the room begin to spin seeing everyone's eyes on him all at once. In a moment of panic, he stood up making an exit for the room. Wendy stood up running after him.

"Ten wait!" she called but he didn't stop. Jungwoo looked over at you and Jisung awkwardly. "Uh," he began placing his cloth on the table. He pushed his chair back. "I'll be right back," he said following the pair out of the room.

The dining room door closed leaving just you and Jisung. The two of you awkwardly looked around the room. You rested on your eyes on your empty plate putting your focus there. You thought Ten had given up on you. All those years ago when he confessed to you but you turned him down because you simply didn't feel the same you thought he had moved on, but clearly he hadn't.

What could you even do? You couldn't run after him, he'd get the wrong idea. You would just wait for him to come to you. You didn't have time for a confession from Ten or Wendy. You needed to handle business and handling business means talking to Jisung.

You looked up at him. He was already looking at you. Confused, worried, and scared.

"Jisung I…I apologize for how I've acted during these last couple of months. I have taken advantage of your kindness and willingness to help me. I tried to kiss you and that was wrong. It's also wrong of me to ask you to go behind the backs of your friends when we both know there are some you care about like Mark," you said sincerely.

"Y/n I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed you away. I should have been there for you during the time we spent apart instead of ignoring you," he said a pleading look in his eyes.

"No, you've been nothing but good to me. Which is why I'm letting you go," you said the sadness in your voice had been masked by your sternness.

Jisung's eyes widened his heart skipping a beat. He shook his head confused and hurt. "Why?" he asked. "I never wanted to leave. Y/n I want to help you," he said more sternly, you could still hear the hurt in his voice.

"Jisung don't make it difficult. Mark is more than happy to help me. As matter a of fact he's been helping me while I've been away-"

"Mark? Are you kidding me? After what he did to you," he asked.

You huffed. "All he did was spy. It's bad but I can handle it-"

"No Y/n they did more than that," he said.

You paused your brows furrowing. "What do you mean?" you asked a hint of fear in your words. Wendy slowly entered the room with Jungwoo behind her. They quietly stepped in not wanting to interrupt the sparking debate between you two.

"They showed it to everyone in that house," he said. Your eye twitched shaking your head. You eyed him as you spoke. "So what?" you asked him your voice shaking. Jungwoo stepped forward seeing you upset.

"What the hell happened?" he asked coming further into view anger in his voice.

You sneered looking away from Jisung. You crossed your arms over your chest pushing out your chair. You went to leave but Jisung was quick on your tail.

"Why are you even surprised? I thought you would figure that part out," he said back following behind you past Wendy and Jungwoo. You walked down the hallway entering your living room Ten sitting alone on your couch and in the dark. The servants caught a whiff of the argument and rushed out of the room.

Wendy and Jungwoo walked through the door behind you.

"So that makes it okay?" you asked your question catching Ten's attention. He turned around seeing everyone in the dark living space their features only shown off from the open window where the moon shined through. He stood up seeing you upset.

"That's not what I'm saying," Jisung said now frustrated. "I'm just trying to tell you Mark isn't who he claims to be. He's terrified of what you'll do to him he thinks for a second he knows that you know what he and Doyoung did. So right now he'll do anything to get your back off his, even if that means rating out his friends," he said a rise of his chest. He exhaled a sigh leaving his lips.

You shook your head feeling tears brim in the corner of your eyes.

"That video. That video could destroy me. And if they had it this whole time you should have told me," you said a crack in your throat. You choked up as you spoke. This whole time you knew the game you were playing was dangerous especially when Johnny got involved. But now they had something that would kill everything you've worked for. Not only this revenge plot but your future could be destroyed.

"Y/n I'm sorry. I didn't know how-"

"Did you see it?" you asked head down.

"Y/n I-"

"Did you see it?" you asked more sternly picking up your head. Your red eyes look into his.

His lips formed a thin line. "Only the beginning. I left before things got too graphic,"

"You didn't stop them?" you asked tears threatening to spill.

He shook his head shoulders falling along with his head in shame.

"There is no excuse," he said.

"You damn right there isn't," Ten said walking over to Jisung. He gritted his teeth. His face is angry and red as he stomps around the couch coming into Jisung's line of sight. His fist came from the back and flew across Jisung's face. Jisung fell hard to the floor You stunned fell next to Jisung seeing if he was okay. Your dog barked at the thud running around your living room.

Worried you helped him up but Ten pushed you away. You fell to the side groaning in pain hitting your tailbone hard on your wooden floor.

Jungwoo and Wendy ran over. Wendy ran to you to see if you were okay. Your dog as well sniffing you to make sure you weren't hurt.

"I'm fine," you said assuring Wendy. You turned back to the Chaos. Ten was on top of Jisung hitting him repeatedly in the face and body. Jungwoo above tried to pull Ten off him. His brows furrowed and gritted his teeth as he tried to lift him off. Ten yanked him off returning back to Jisung. Jungwoo launched forward again ripping him off Jisung.

Jisung stood up his lip busted and eye blood red. He huffed spitting to the side blood hitting the ground. Ten stood up as well in Jungwoo's arms being held back. His chest was like Jisung's heaving up and down. This wasn't the first time Jisung had gotten beaten up. He had gotten beaten up all throughout high school. Getting involved with the frat later on became his protection.

This time he'd fight back on his own.

He furrowed his brows charging at Ten. Ten put up a fight but Jisung held him down punching him hard in his neck and jaw. You screamed for Jisung to stop running over to stop the two from killing each other. Jisung's fist rose from above repeatedly coming down to meet Ten's face. You saw when Jisung's fist made contact with his nose. Wendy had too. And you all saw when it bent the other way Ten yelling in pain.

Wendy gagged throwing up on the ground. Jungwoo ran to her helping her up and holding her hair back.

You held onto Jisung trying to pry him off. He yanked you off sending you to the ground again but you got back up pulling. This time Jungwoo stepped in again making you both successful in spitting the two. Ten went to hit Jisung again but Jungwoo ran holding him back. Your dog barked at Ten's foot trying to get him to leave you alone believing you were the one in danger.

"Fuck you I'll kill you for what you did to her!" Ten shouted at Jiusng. You held Jisung back pushing him down the hallway towards your room. "I didn't do shit asshole. You're just pissed because she's not in love with you dickhead!" he spat back at Ten who tried to break free from Jungwoo. A few of your servants entered the room helping Jungwoo in removing Ten.

The others tended to Wendy on the ground. Cleaning up her mess as she walked out helping Jungwoo.

"Fuck you. You're probably only helping her to get your dick wet prick!" Ten shout from the door. You pushed Jisung into your room only letting go to shut the door stopping Jisung from exiting. Jisung huffed once the door slapped letting his bruised forehead hit your bedroom door leaning on it.

"Jisung," you said quietly dried tears mixed with blood on your face. Jisung barely turned to you. A big part of him is ashamed and embarrassed for fighting in your house and pushing you. He didn't want to look at you. Opting to look at your door instead.

"Jisung let me just help you. Let's forget about-"

"I can't forget what they did to you. And I can't forget what I didn't do," he said with a sigh holding onto your doorknob. You held onto his hand that covered the door. "Spend the night," you said with a soft smile. He turned the knob. "I'll clean up and stay in the guest bedroom," he said knowing that even if you couldn't help him, his just being here made you feel better. "Then tomorrow we can discuss Doyoung," he said opening the door. You saw him slightly limp down your hallway as the door began to close. Your dog slipped through just as it began to close.

You sat down on your bed. Your dog followed behind jumping up and laying in your lap as you cried. So many things were running through your mind. You thought sending Haechan away you taking. A temporary break would help solve things. Turns out you may have just given Johnny exactly the kind of ammunition he was searching for. You continued to cry until you finally got off your bed to take a shower.

Once the warm water hit you, you realized you were just going to have to be more careful about how you approached things. Mark may be grim but you could still use him to your advantage. You just had to play your cards right.

The next morning felt dull. The sun was shining brightly in your room. Your maid had pulled all your curtains back letting into the morning sun. You squinted checking the clock beside you and seeing the time. seven O'clock. You yawned sitting up and feeling a warm spot beside you. Your dog is asleep by your side. You smiled petting her. Normally you don't let her sleep in your bed. But this time it seemed like you both needed it.

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You pulled the covers back heading into the bathroom. You felt less motivated than you had in the last couple of months. You step out of the bathroom walk into your closet and pick out a simple outfit, jeans, and a cute top. You didn't even feel like doing your makeup. Your maid offered to do it for you seeing visibly how unmotivated you were. You decided to let her, she enjoyed doing hair and makeup so you let her style your hair as well.

When you leave your room you walk down the hall making your way to the kitchen seeing no sign of Jisung. You looked around seeing no sign of a fight either. Everything had been cleaned up and fixed. Everything was placed back where it was. Like nothing had happened. You sat on the island of your kitchen where your chief placed a plate in front of you.

"Your favorite," he said in an attempt to cheer you up. You smiled sending him a small nod and a thank you. You weren't feeling that hungry but you'd eat. He was being kind and you also needed your strength. He walked off heading home for the rest of the day only needed to be around for the mornings most days.

You chewed on your food quietly hearing footsteps behind you. You turned around and saw Jisung walking towards the kitchen a plate set aside for him. He grabbed it pulling out the chair beside you and sitting next to you. You both remained silent chewing on the food. Jisung groaned in pain holding his stomach. You turned to ask if he was okay but he stopped you with a shake of his hand.

You nodded turning away.

"Doyoung won't be too difficult," he said he's probably the last one until things start to get hard. You nodded letting him explain everything to you.

"While you were gone they had stopped as well. Jeno got exposed for faking your relationship after he was seen at the party with another girl while you were dealing with Mark," he said taking a moment to sip his water. You nodded taking another bite of your breakfast.

"The worst damage you caused was when you got Haechan removed. How did you do that anyway?" he asked. You swallowed your food. "I called my dad," you said. Jisung nodded returning back to his explanation.

"Haechan was pissed but there was nothing he could do. They asked me if I knew anything but I said no. Yangyang and Mark are but for two different reasons paranoid. Mark things you know about the video and Yangyang is scared Si Cheng is gonna find out what the two of them did. He was so scared he left," he said nonchalantly. You widened your eyes a small smirk on your lips. "He left?" you asked.

He nodded. "He doesn't handle conflict well so he went back home. Johnny didn't even have a chance to question him about it," he said.

"What about Jaemin?" you asked. Jisung shrugged. "He could care in my opinion. He went back to his regular job although lately if someone mentions you he gets upset. I even overheard him defend you," he says honestly. You nodded taking in all his information feeling grateful to have him. "And Si Cheng?" you asked.

"He's still trying to keep up his lie. Some people are starting to disbelieve him but he's not giving up. He told everyone you fake-dated Jeno to make him jealous. They seemed to believe it," he said chewing his food. You huffed rolling your eyes annoyed at the boy. This all sparked because of his stupid lie.

"Is that all?" you asked. Jisung nodded. "Yuta doesn't really get involved and neither does Taeyong. To be honest, if I had to say there was someone higher in that house than Jaehyun it would be him," He said a clench in his jaw as he chewed his food. "Taeyong?" you asked.

He shook his head. "No Yuta," he said. "How come?" you asked.

"He's got nothing to lose. He's really cool to talk to, a real charmer but that makes him dangerous. Beside you he's really good at manipulating," he said finishing his plate. He stood up took it to the sink and washed it. After he took yours too seeing you no longer were eating. He washed it placing it to the side. "Jisung," you called as he began walking away.

He stopped but didn't turn to you. "Jisung. We have to talk about it," you said slowly approaching him. He sighed shoulders falling. "Your right I'm sorry," he said turning to your eyes and finally meeting yours. "I'm sorry," is all he said walking back to you. "Let's get you ready for Doyoung," he said.

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You walked onto campus passing by other students. The weather had shifted again the cool late autumn air nipping at your nose. You pulled up your scarf covering your lips. You stuffed your hand in your pocket pulling out a crumbled piece of loose-leaf paper. You opened it checking the information Jisung provided you.

Doyoung is the smartest of his group in all advanced classes. You walked down the hall to one of the advanced math classes Doyoung was taking.

You saw when he entered the room. You exhaled remembering your plan in your head. You had to play dumb. Stroke his ego. Doyoung truly believed he was the smartest man in the world. You needed him to believe that someone like you could never come up with a plan to ruin an entire friend group.

Most students here took at least two of the advanced classes, some took three, and fewer took four. There were only a selected few who had been accepted to ten of the many advanced classes available. Getting into these classes was hard, like you did many had to buy their way through. However, the more difficult part came when the students had to actually take the classes. Most dropped out their first week.

There were only three students in the entire university that took five.

Michelle Garica

Huang Renjun and

Kim Doyoung who had just signed up for his sixth class.

He gloated about how he never went to parties and used the time throughout his entire school career to study. How his parents could afford to put him in amazing AP classes back in High School and how he had the opportunity to graduate at sixteen but turned it down due to personal family issues. Whatever happened during that time seemed to have humbled him, slightly.

You walked into the classroom among a small group who also was entering. You felt the students stare at you as you entered the lecture. The professor hadn't started yet. He had just stepped in taking off his coat. He eyed you from his glasses watching as you walked into one of the many rows of his class. He turned away when he saw you sit behind Doyoung.

Doyoung was held in a deep thought as he scribbled away in his notebook. The people who sat next to you tried to look at what you were looking at. You shooed them away with your hand quietly so as to not draw attention to Doyoung. They stood up and moved a few seats down.

You could hear whispers in the classroom. "Why is Y/n here?" they asked their peers. "Can't she just afford someone to take the class for her?" you heard someone ask their friends. "Maybe she just wants us to feel bad about ourselves since our parents can't buy our way in," one girl said behind you. You chose to ignore it not letting their words get to you when you had so many more important things to attend to. And besides their parents did pay their way in. You paid for yourself.

The lecture had started and Doyoung had stopped writing in his book pushing up his glasses. He took out his phone, opened it, and then placed it on the side face up. He was recording. You at first thought he was onto you but you quickly realized he was recording the professor when he pushed his phone forward to ensure he'd hear every word clearly.

You doodled in your notebook not really needing to be here for the learning part. You pouted and checked the time on your phone getting bored of the class. You didn't understand what made this class so hard until the class ended and he assigned homework.

"Okay, tonight I'm uploading a discussion that you will all respond to. Based on your response you will have to write a ten-page essay. Afterward, you will read chapters eight through eleven of the book we've been reading and write a summary all due tonight at eleven fifty-nine,”

“Oh! you also have to respond to two other people in two paragraphs or more," he said. The class had no reaction most used to the work. Everyone around started packing up and leaving. The professor stepped out of the room as well.

Doyoung had picked up his phone ending the record and that was your time to make your move. You approached him quietly and gently as more people left the classroom soon became empty.

"Doyoung," you called his name softly. He turned to you surprised. His eyes were wide, causing him to jump back. "Y/n?" he questioned. You smiled stepping closer to him holding your notebook close to your chest. You shyly looked away and then back at him. "I'm sorry I startled you I just wanted to ask you something," you said but he stood back.

"Oh no, I know what this is. You can't trick me-"

"Doyoung what trick? I don't even know you that well. I just wanted your help-" you tried to say.

"Yea sure," he said placing his hand on his hip. "I'm sure you being in the same class as me is a coincidence and you want me to help you what? Study? Just so you can manipulate me," he said with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest standing tall.

You sighed with a disappointed shake of your head. "Not exactly. I really was going to ask you for your help. I've always struggled in literature and assumed you would help me," you said.

"Why would I do that?" he asked. "Because I don't know," You began looking away. Your hand met your head embarrassed expression on your face. You shook your head. "I guess I heard wrong I'm sorry," you said turning to walk away.

"What did you hear?" he asked. You stopped in your tracks a smirk on your lips. You turned to Doyoung wiping it away.

“I heard a rumor you liked me. I mean if I'm being honest I don't know you very well and was a little startled at first but I figured if I asked you to help me with this assignment we would get to know each other better. You get what I'm saying?" you asked somehow managing to get closer to him. Your infamous scent touched his nose. He hummed, breath hitching in his throat.

"Where did you hear this rumor?" he asked. You stepped closer to him. He stepped back legs hitting his chair. "Girl talk," you said as his bottom hit the chair. He just nodded not uttering a word to you. You got closer this time placing your book on the side on top of the desk. He gulped as you sat on his lap legs hanging over his. He didn't push you away instead his veiny hand reached up and held your side. You took his other hand and held it in your placing it on your waist. You felt him exhale heavily breath fanning your neck.

"So will you help me?" you asked with pleading eyes. He knew it was wrong. Everything in his mind was screaming at him that it would be wrong. You were number one on Johnny's list of people he hated. If Johnny found out he'd kill him for sure. He couldn't do it. Part of him knew it wasn't real. He knew it was fake that you were lying for whatever reasons you had. He wanted to trust his friend was telling him the truth about you.

But the other part of him had been dreaming of this since the moment he met you at that party. He became obsessed with you. He never stalked you or made you uncomfortable. He never went near you. He always acted like you were no one. But his fantasies like his friends were always filled with you. So he stole the video. He stole it for himself so he could watch it. He didn't mean for Mark to see, but he had and he threatened to tell. Then Haechan found it and used it. But you could never know.

You still didn't know right?

There is no way you could know and that's why you approached him. You had to have been telling the truth he thought. Maybe it was just girl talk. Maybe one of his friends told one of your friends about how he liked you. How he always stared at you when he saw you and pictured being your husband taking over your father's company. If you were with him now, he could have both. His mind ran a thousand miles before he gave you your answer. He held you tighter and felt his throat and lips become dry.

"How about tonight?" he asked.

"Tonight is perfect. I'll rent us a study room," you responded with a smile pushing up his glasses for him. You placed a kiss on his cheek then stood up grabbing your notebook as you left. He remained in the seat face hot and the tip of his ears red. You stepped out of the classroom the professor standing just outside. You handed him the notebook as you walked away. When he opened it briefly he saw the cash laid out for him. He smirked closed the book and stepped back into the classroom.

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You had rented out a private room in the very large library of the school. You had rented a smaller room, made for about four people to fit. You sat inside the room waiting for Doyoung to arrive. You laid out your laptop with your

unwritten essay on it. You sat at the table In front of it waiting. A few minutes had passed and he still hadn't arrived. You looked out the window of the study room seeing students walk around the library with their friends some alone studying. You sighed head falling on your chin thankfully the tinted windows could cover the pathetic look on your face.

You were ready to give up. Sending Jisung a text asking if he knew where Doyoung was. He responded with a simple 'I don't know'. Frustrated you packed up your things. As you packed away your laptop you heard a knock on the door. You placed your bag down and walked over. You opened it exposing Doyoung. You huffed going to shut the door but he placed his hand on top of it.

"Wait," he said. "What?" you asked looking away from him, your arms crossed over your chest. He sighed "I didn't mean to come late. I was stuck in a lecture. The professor went on like he usually does for more than he should have," he said. You nodded understanding.

You stepped aside allowing him inside closing the door behind him. He walked further into the room seeing your bag fully packed. You quickly locked the door without him noticing.

"Good thing I got you before you left," he said bringing a chair beside the one with the bag placed on it. You smiled walking over to your chair and taking out your computer. "I'm glad too," you said leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I wanted to see you," you whispered to him seeing a light shade of pink dust on his cheeks.

"Did you?" he asked turning his face to yours. You nodded lips inches from his pulling his glasses down his nose and placing them on the table behind you. Your hands moved to his hair pulling back his black locks exposing his forehead to you.

This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for, dreaming of. He finally had what no one could ever touch. He had you right here lips inches away from his. He wasted no time in living out his fantasy. His lips met yours his hands reaching up and pulling you deeper into the kiss.

An airy moan escaped your lips and slipped past his. He felt his body heat up at the sound of your voice. The blood rushed from his head and to his cock as you kissed him.

You climbed onto his lap straddling his waist. The pleated skirt you were wearing rode up your plush thighs and hugged his waist. Doyoung's veiny hands reached grabbing and kneading your flesh making sure his hands touched every part of your body and as he touched you he begged God that this was real. His kiss became more passionate teeth sinking into your bottom lip and pulling you closer to him.

With lips and eyes full of hunger he released you kissing his way down your neck and grabbing hold of your waist. You could feel how hard he was in his slacks. The thin martial barely concealed the length of his cock. You felt him rub against your panties your wetness seeping through the silk cloth getting a stain on his dark pants. He could feel you. He cursed under his breath muttering words for only you to hear.

"Y/n I can feel how wet you are," he said to you hands gliding down and holding onto your waist. One of his hands moving and pulling the skin that inch closer to your pussy. He pulled back gently and you could feel your folds spread apart the stickiness of your core feeling the cool air in the room. He let the skin fall back causing it to flick your clit. You gasped both falling slightly open. He brought up a finger placing it in your mouth you sucked on his fingers.

"That's it," he said as he watched your eyes water the further he went back. "Take it all," he said. He pulled his soaked fingers out of your mouth. Bringing them down past the hem of your skirt. He slipped them through your panties. His index and middle finger spread your folds tracing the outlines of your pussy. He brought his curious index finger to your clit rubbing it in small circles.

"Please," you begged eyes half open, dazed. He smirked placing a kiss on your lips. "Okay baby," he said placing another kiss on your lips as he slipped his finger past your entrance. You moaned quietly being cautious of the fact that even though people couldn't see you but could still hear you.

"Shhh baby we don't want them to hear," he whispered eyeing the door. He took your chin in his hands pointing it in the direction of the window showing you the students that past nearby some eyeing the window as they passed by.

He fucked his fingers into you increasing his past once he added his second finger bringing your attention back to him. You thrust your hips forward head falling back as his fingers curled inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut feeling his other hand come up from the small of your back and undo your navy blue cardigan. He unbuttoned every button letting it fall to the ground exposing your baby pink bra. His mouth attached the hills of your breast kissing and biting the soft skin.

He successfully unclasped your bra which surprised you considering he is a virgin. The truth was he had seen your video too many times and knew exactly what you liked.

His hand brought itself up to your neck squeezing tightly you bit back your moan grinding onto his longer fingers. "Fuck Y/n cum all over my fingers," he said letting out his own groan from how tight you felt. He could watch you like this for hours. Sweaty, on top of him and lips spread apart creating sounds only for him to hear. He tried to hold back his own groans but a few slipped out into your ear making you rock hard against him.

You felt in your stomach burst releasing all over his fingers. He breathed with you as you came down from your high helping you to ride it out. Once your body relaxed he lifted you up placing your laptop to the side and laid you flat on the table. He took off his own shirt throwing it to the side. Undoing his pants he whipped them away with his shirt pulling down his underwear and stroking his cock.

"I have condoms in my purse," you said. He walked over to your purse opening it not even paying attention to the crumbled loose leaf paper that fell out. He pulled out a condom from your beauty bag and ripped the package open. He threw the golden package away sliding it on his angry hard cock. He came to you spreading your legs apart watching as your pussy glistened in the study room.

He let out an earthy groan at the sight seeing you clenching around nothing. You sat up on your elbows pressing your hand against his lower stomach. His dazed expression faded and changed to worry. "Are you okay?" he asked. You nodded, "Is this your first time?" you asked and he nodded. "How did you know?" he asked. You shrugged. "I've never seen you with a girl. I figured you were a virgin," you said back nonchalantly.

"Oh. Is that okay?" he asked feeling a little insecure. You nodded, "It's okay Doyoung. I'm glad I'm your first," you said back causing the biggest grin to form on his lips. He leaned down and placed a soft and passionate kiss on your lips. You laid back down allowing his dick to aline at your entrance. You moan and bit back moans as his cock slowly slides threw your hole.

You clenched around him. Doyoung wasn't supper thick but he was long, you knew he'd go far into you. He launched forward holding onto the table to break his fall. The added tightness made him feel so close to cumming but he held it in. He couldn't cum yet, not now. That would be too quick.

When finally pushed himself all the way in he moved slowly. By the look on his face, you could tell he was enjoying it, unfortunately, you weren't. You started to feel bored by how slow he was going. This is when you truly remember he was a virgin. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but he was just going to slow. He finally opened his eyes seeing the look on your face. He saw the bored expression on your face and quickly tried to think of something.

He pulled you forward spinning you around and laying your stomach flat on the table. He held onto your hips and slid himself back in. This time he exhaled hard before he pludged inside you rutting his hips quickly into yours. That's when you felt it click for you Doyoung's quickly snapped into yours causing you to let out low moans hiding your face in the table. You held onto the sides of the table as Doyoung fucked into you fast and hard. You were finally getting what you wanted.

You felt the sweat drip down your body and his heat raiding off of him to you. Your eyes rolled back as his hand reached back and smacked your ass watching the skin jiggle. He grunted as he moved fast bringing his hand to circle your clit. He spread your ass cheeks apart spitting on the skin. Everything was so messy and you loved it. You loved having your hair and makeup get fucked up. You loved the salvia that fell from your lips and pooled onto the table.

"Fuck baby you like that?" he asked gritting his teeth as he watched his dick disappear inside you. You nodded feeling his hand reach down and grab onto your hair pulling it back tightly. You ignored the stretch you felt in your back. Closing your eyes and enjoying the delicious burn he created throughout every muscle in your body.

Doyoung's long fingers reach down to circle your clit bringing you closer to your high. You even loved the fact that he was fucking you in a library with hundreds of students. Everything about it is so dirty and messy. Too bad it was about to end.

You squeezed around his cock as you felt your climax approach your cum dripped down his cock coaxing his length and the rest of it dripping onto the carpet. Doyoung groaned out loud spilling his cum into the condom.

He slowly pulled out tying a knot on the condom. He threw it away and watched as you got dressed. He walked over to you putting on his boxers and slacks. "Running away so soon?" he asked in the form of a question as he went to place a kiss on your lips.

You stopped him placing your finger on his mouth. He froze widening his eyes. He pulled back confused.

"Did you really think I liked you?" you asked. He stood back stunned a scoff leaving his lips. "I knew it," he stated barely even shocked. You raised a brow crossing your arms over your chest. You were now fully dressed and standing in front of him. "Did you? Tell me what is it exactly that you know. Because I'll tell you what I know," you said pressing your hands on the table and propping yourself up.

"I know you aren't going to tell a single person what happened here today. I also know you're going to get Johnny off my back and turn a blind eye to what you think I'm doing," you said confidently your chin held high.

"And why is that?" he asked a known smirk on his cocky lips.

"Because I know your little secret video of me that you took," you said a purse of your lips and arms crossed over your chest. You watched his eyes wide for a moment, you even heard his heart skip a beat. He tried to play it off with a scoff. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "Really? That's the best you can do?" you asked annoyance in your tone. You jumped off the table walking over to him. He remained silent.

"I'm giving you a chance here Doyoung to do the right thing," you said. "By what blackmailing me?" he asked with an annoyed scoff.

"Who's fault is that?" you asked. "What good have you done to me?" you asked him seeing his gaze turn. You started to see the worry in his eyes and you hoped that you could convince him to listen to you. He sighed with a shake of his head. "Give me the video and get him off my back. You know it's the right thing to do," you pleaded.

"But they're my friends," he began but you didn't let him continue.

"Are they? They were all willing to give something up. Break the bond you all have when they all thought they had a chance with me. They all thought at one point I'd choose them and they'd get the seat at the table they all so desperately want," you said silently begging him to cooperate. He sighed his chest was now red along with his ears. He shook his head in disbelief. He knew a part of you was playing on his emotions but he wasn't angry because he knew deep down you were right.

"Doyoung, please. Help me and all is forgiven. You know what will happen if my father is involved," you said the last part more stern than how you spoke before. He hesitated but ultimately he caved pulling his shirt over his head. He reached for his phone handing it to you. "Put your number in. I'll send you the video and delete it after. I'll make sure it's deleted everywhere no one will ever see it. Not even Jaehyun," he said the last part catching your attention.

"Jaehyun didn't watch it?" you asked.

"He doesn't even know it exists," he said. You felt your heart squeeze in your chest. All this time you thought he knew. Apart from you was happy he had no clue, the other part ashamed that the lie had lived on for so long.

"Don't worry about my number. Have Mark deliver the video to me," you said turning away from his phone. You grabbed your coat and put it on. "Mark is working with you?" he asked surprised. "Sort of. Unlike you he has no choice," you said placing your purse around your shoulder and stepping out of the library. You ignored the stares and left heading home.

When you arrived home you waited for Mark to deliver your package. You didn't bother dressing up or getting ready at all. You just waited for your package. When you finally heard the ring of your doorbell you ran straight to the door. Not even bothering to check you opened it exposing it to Yuta.

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You sat inside your living room Jungwoo, Wendy, and Jisung were present.

"No word from Ten?" Wendy asked you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo shook his head. You nodded, "Only an apology in text. I told him we'd talk when we're both ready too," you said. Everyone nodded Jisung sitting closer to you. A few beats of silence past before Jungwoo spoke.

"What's in the box?" he asked. You picked up the small brown box moving it around in your hand. "It's the video," you said. "It's the only copy," you said. Wendy stood up coming to your side. She wrapped her arms around you holding you tightly. "You tell us when you ready," she said placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You held onto her arm tears slipping past your eyes.

"You know," you began feeling Wendy's grip loosen. She sat beside you on the floor leaning her back on the couch. "Mark didn't even bring this to me like I asked Doyoung to have him do. Yuta did," you said causing Jisung to perk up. Wendy and Jungwoo were both stunned and raised their brows confused. "Yuta? Yuta Nakamoto?" Jungwoo asked shocked. You nodded confirming what they heard was real.

"But he doesn't even go to school here anymore," he said.

"Yeah, I thought he left. Traveled the world blowing his father's money," Wendy said. You shook your head Jisung as well. "He did that during the summer," Jisung began. You all turned to him. "He dropped out after expressing how the parties were getting too boring for him. He said he wanted to live a little, even travel. So he did. He took all the money his dad gave him for school, even asked for more, and set off to Japan. And then Brazil, followed by Greece, Mexico, Los Angeles, South Korea, and more. He just came back a few weeks ago," he said.

You nodded. "He delivered the box to me and asked me on a date," you said. Wendy stunned raised a brow. "A date? The man who is notorious for sleeping with every girl asked you out on a date?" she asked surprised. "I mean don't get me wrong Y/n your beautiful it's just he's a player, like a big-time player," she said concerned for you. You chuckled. "I'm not in it for love remember? Besides he's making my job easy," you said with a satisfied sigh.

"Honestly I thought he'd be harder," Jisung said. "Maybe Taeyong will be your hardest," he said jokingly. Jungwoo squinted confused. "Who's that?" he asked.

"Who Taeyong?" he asked back. You nodded in agreement. "Yeah not for nothing I don't know too much about him," you said honestly. Jisung shrugged leaning his arm over his leg. "There isn't much to know about him. He's just the oldest. He just looks after us in a different way than Johnny does," he said.

"How so?" Wendy asked. "He takes care of our food and keeps track of our grades. He makes sure our laundry he clean and the house is kept. He does everything around the house, well he hires people who but still," he said.

"So he's like your mom?" Wendy asked. He nodded from side to side. "Kind of if you want to see it that way," you said. "I'd say he's a loser," Jungwoo said.

"That way too," said Jisung.

Jungwoo and Wendy had taken off for the night leaving just you and Jisung on your couch, alone.

"Y/n remember Yuta is very charismatic. Don't fall under his spell," he warned you again. You nodded with a smile. "I won't," you swear eyes moving from Jisung's and back to the brown box on your coffee table. Your smile fell as you looked at the box.

"Y/n do you want to talk about it?" he asked eyes watching as you picked up the box.

"Why didn't you tell me Jaehyun didn't see this?" you asked his eyes on the sealed box. Jisung shrugged unknowingly. "I thought it didn't matter," he said honestly. You sighed how could he have known? You had only become his friend a few months ago. "Do you want to know what happened?" you asked him. He nodded, "Only if you want to tell me," he said.

"I didn't know they were recording. He told Mark he was taking me upstairs. Mark told Doyoung, so he had left his phone hidden in his room with the camera on and recording. I had just started school and me and Jaehyun were trying again,” you paused.

“I thought we would be better but I saw with laughing and dancing with another girl at that part and I got angry and jealous so I did something so stupid," you said pausing for a moment to think. Jisung patted your shoulder rubbing it gently letting you know he was there for you.

"You said you only saw the beginning. How much did you see?" you asked him.

"The part when you walk in. I could see your face but not Jaehyun's" he said.

"It's not Jaehyun in the video Jisung," you said a lump in your throat as the truth started to spill out of you. Jisung confused asked. "Then who is it?"

"It's Johnny," you said a tear streaming down your face.

"Johnny?" he asked.

"That's why it was so important I get this. With this, he could have ruined everything," you said holding the box in your hands as you spoke. "He could have destroyed me," you said your lips forming a smile full of hope. "But now he has nothing," you said. "All he can hope for is luck being on his side," you said. Jisung as much as you worried him was proud of you in this moment.

"What are you gonna do with the video?" he asked.

You sighed with a shrug. "I'll watch it. Then burn it. Tomorrow is a new day," you said with a smile.

To Be Continued...

I hope you all enjoyed part 7 of my 10-part series. I'm so grateful that you have read my twisted series lol and have stuck along for the ride. I can't believe the series is almost over. It's been so much fun writing this so far but it's not over yet! Stay tuned for Part 8 where he finally gets to see some Yuta!

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ch0lwrld · 7 months

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10:04 PM (pt. 1)

pairing: soobin x f!reader

genre: f2l, idol au, pure fluff

summary: soobin and you have been friends since predebut. his busy schedule often clashed with yours but you guys always made time for your monthly dates. though.. they have been feeling a little more.. different.

a/n: had this idea for a little bit and thought it was cute! at first when i was writing it i didnt hit save so i almost $&@“ but we’re okay now i tried to scavenge as much as i could of what i wrote but i still wish i had what i put before 😭😭 I'll probably continue to edit this after it's published but let me know what you think!

☆ read pt.2 here!

“hold it like this…. yeah exactly!” he says as he positions your hands to the angle he wants. he's always been peculiar about his photos but it made this moment all the more endearing.

“i know how to take photos, binnie” you say with a chuckle. soobin had stopped you both in the middle of your walk to the gelato shop you bugged him about before you both went to dinner. you had saw it scrolling through your feed and immediately begged him to come with you. of course, he couldn’t deny you. you guys had already been past due on your monthly hangouts. so you didn’t mind the little detour and if being behind the camera meant spending more time with him, then you’d take it.

“yeah but these ones need to be instagram worthy. how else will moa fully appreciate my charms?” he looks at you expectantly.

“just sit down.” you say playfully, “i’m sure moa will cherish any photo you post.” it was true, he had a strong fanbase and you always entertained yourself with the various emotions the comment section would go through.

soobin takes your advice and begins to strike a few poses on the cement bench while you crouch to take his best angles… which is all of them. seriously, how can a guy be so… hot and cute at the same time. you’d never tell him that though, his ego is already through the roof.

although you acknowledge he is quite attractive your friends say otherwise. no matter what you say, they have convinced themselves you're smitten, but you deny it. I mean, how could you like soobin? sure, maybe it’s cause you’ve been friends for so long, knowing soobin before his debut. you had always appreciated supporting him from the sidelines and don't want it any other way... he’d always tell you about his day like how work went from the lengthy practices he'd power through to meetings with producers and you’d always be there to listen. being the good friend that you are you can confidently say you're a fan of his group. you’ve even watched his performances and admired just how he could do all that.. how you had someone as amazing as him and to call him your friend. you wanted to support him in any way you could even if it meant just moments like these hearing about all of his accomplishments and what he’s working on next.

after what seems like forever he asks to see the photos you took, jogging up to your now standing position. you can feel the slight ache in your ankles, buckling at the knees a bit but you ignore it. turning his phone slightly to face him. he chooses, against your weak heart, to hover just above your shoulder. you can feel his breath fan aross the expanse of ur neck and it sends involuntary shivers down ur spine. the warmth mixed with the cold weather only adding to the feeling.

“what do you think?” you ask softly, still affected by the ever closing distance.

“that i need a new personal photographer” he says in a dull tone.

you take a step back to look at him, jaw slacked and in awe of his blatant response.

“hey! i never said i was good plus its free labor”

“yeah not the best service i have to give it a 4 out of 10” he says. he continues to berate your less than average photography skills. but yet, the photos you take of him always end up on his #monthlysoobin updates.

“if i wanna be nice… maybe ill boost you up to a 4.5 who knows”

“you're such an ass”, a pout growing on your lips as you face away from him. you don’t see it from your new position, but his grin only grows wider.

cute.

“come on,” he says. “let’s go get that gelato you wanted, i need my sugar fix” and he takes your hand in his, tugging you towards the direction of the gelato shop. you only stare at your now intertwined hands, cheeks flushing at the feeling.

oh, if only you knew.

#fluff #kpop #txt #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #soobin #soobin fluff #soobin x reader #soobin x y/n #txt fluff #idol au #txt imagines #txt x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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Hi, Miss Raven! What're your thoughts on the new characters' designs and the new cards we're getting?

[You can see the designs for the Halloween 2023 cards and other related TWST news here!]

I'll post my general thoughts below! I unfortunately don't know enough about Pinocchio myself to point out all the little easter eggs in their outfits, so I'll leave that to those who are more knowledgeable than me.

***Spoilers below the cut!!***

Regarding the NRC boys' looks overall, I think it's a very fun theme and very fitting for the location of the event. I like that they all still wear masks, just in a different context than in Glorious Masquerade. One thing I did notice is that the masks seem... same-y? Like they all resemble thick tree roots or something like that. So maybe they aren't masks at all, but they're associated with whatever the conflict in the story is. (I previously suggested mind control or the loss of consciousness, so maybe the "roots" play into that???) You can see the marionette theme Yana was going for, as well as some design elements from Black Butler's circus arc, very clearly. The poses for each of the boys, even the R cards, are extremely dynamic and imply a strong sense of movement. The ribbons are such a simple detail that contributes a lot to this sense of whimsy and flow.

Some comments I have on specific designs and poses:

Suspenders are so... Trey 💀 THERE'S REALLY NOTHING ELSE FOR ME TO ADD HERE, THEY JUST SUIT HIM

I like it when Trey makes these kind of slightly sus but plausibly deniable faces... He should make more of them...

I can't see the front of Jack's outfit that well, so I don't know if I can fully comment on it??? But I can see his. Like. Physique... coming through... That chest to waist ratio/j

Seeing Jack's tail like that kinda weirds me out. I think that's the first time we've gotten a "full" view of how the tails look coming out of the pants??? So maybe I'll get more used to it with time...

J WORD MY BELOVED dghgqwktvwukdviu1vdutw1513FR7vuofOTVUofvfaafvfyivs.,bk;mobsdb;ibuafetvuqoffSEythTOTqebivfguovqnafCUtuiUIEtt please ignore my bias 🤡 The way his top hat is angled and how there's a dark blue ribbon around him... It vaguely looks like he's trying to pass as Crowley, LOL

I like how his undershirt is frilled and how he has that sash at his waist it reminds me of the genderbent design for my TWST OC! The fact that both he and Floyd have the eel emblem that resembles a heart is also really cute~

Lilis is my favorite design of the R cards!! There's a very good distribution of ruffles throughout the look, and his knotted skirts fit well with his personal flair.

I'm not a huge fan of the style of hat Cater's wearing (sorry to all the Cay-kun stans out there), but I can appreciate his look. His dress appears more militant than Trey's, and his posing is certainly more aggressive--it's nice to see him in this new light.

FHIBBAILAIBASIADIHBLBUDB EVERY TIME I SEE L*ONA NOW I'M GOING TO THINK OF THE ONE REBLOG I SAW THAT SAID "of course leona has his tits out again" BECAUSE THEY'RE RIGHT, HE'S LITERALLY THE GIRLIE THAT DRESSES SLUTTY ON HALLOWEEN AND SOMEHOW NEVER GETS COLD 😭 You go, king... Live your best life!!

Love L*ona-san’s new hairstyle here!! 👀

The way Floyd is posed reminds me of those people that walk around on stilts. I think I much prefer the coloration on Floyd's outfit than on Jade's, but I prefer Floyd's jacket to Jade's. I think Floyd's the best of the SR designs!

Shockingly, Vil's look doesn't stand out to me that much??? I enjoy his sash, but I don't immediately pick up on anything in his illustration that catches my eye.

His pose resembles that of a ballerina, which just makes me think about the time he assigned Epel and Deuce extra (ballet) dance lessons in book 5 ajdbhasivldsadued

Of the SSRs, Ace is definitely my favorite one. He just looks so dramatic soaking up that spotlight and trying to look cool while doing it... Bro's 100% thinking, "heheheheh, I'm SO awesome :))" in his head.

Ace's design also reminds me a lot of Jack Hearts (from Disney Villain Recruiters). Not sure if it was intentional or not, but I'm definitely super into it!

HHNNNNNGNGHGHHGHGNGNGHHGHGHGHGHHHHH I WANNA BITE HIS HEAD OFF AND BULLY HIM SO BAD, I WANNA WIPE THAT SMIRK OF FHIS DUMB FACEe Am I seriously about to revert back to my Brat Loving era for Trappola... Maybe so...

I was pretty much expecting a SSR Ace (because he's a trickster with a brother that works in an amusement park) and Ortho (literally a robot that became a real boy), but Kalim took me by surprise. In hindsight, I guess it makes sense though...? Kalim has a similar immature vibe as the other two (plus I do remember there being this one scene in Aladdin where the Sultan was dressed like a jester that was being maneuvered on puppet strings).

It's great that Kalim gets to be a little out of his usual element and make darker, more mysterious expressions like what we see in his new illustration. I'm not sure if I entirely agree with how he's dressed (the yellow jacket is WAY too bright), but I love his his coattails (???) trail behind him in waves.

OR-KUN MY SON 😭😭😭 As is the case with all of his gears, I adore how the devs creatively adapted clothing into metal parts for Ortho! The half-caplet is easily the best part of the whole look for me (the pattern on it reminds me of stars falling down)--and because Ortho has a smaller stature, the type of hat he's wearing isn't as offputting; it actually looks very cute on him.

ANYWAY, VERY HAPPY THAT ORTHO GETS TO HAVE A HALLOWEEN SSR TO MATCH HIS BROTHER'S HALLOWEEN SSR FROM LAST YEAR... They match!!!

... Is that the fucking cricket on Ortho’s cape... and the goldfish on Kalim’s scarf… AND THE CAT ON ACE’S WAIST… What does this meeeean 🤡

And now for my thoughts on the two new boys!! Honestly?? I don't actually have much to comment on in this regard because I try to reserve my judgment of characters until I've actually seen them in action. I haven't seen Pinocchio either, so I don't have a strong basis for what their personalities would be like based on their original Disney counterpart. I only vaguely understand that Honest John and Gideon trick children into visiting Pleasure Island... That's it, that's the full extent of my knowledge on that pair. I don't have any other expectations going in other than "yeah, these two are going to swindle me".

Gidel looks like a mix of Cheka and Ruggie to me (because of the hair and the eye shape). He seems like he’ll be the other guy’s goon, similar to how Jade and Floyd/Ruggie follow Azul/Leona. Nothing else for me to add, Gidel seems alright… Just a silly lil’ guy!

I have more… mixed thoughts on Ferro. One one hand, he looks like the exact kind of shady bitch I’d love. (You know, the ones that smile and lie and manipulate and drive a knife into your back and—LOOK, HE’S VERY J WORD CORE) On the other hand, I’m beating back the “you like cat/dog boys” allegations from my friends, so 💀 I can’t give in so easily/j

Looks-wise, Ferro’s iteration of the rat tail hair is not as ugly to me as Malleus’s is. (I think it’s because it looks more windswept!) I also really like how he dresses—very dapper 😌 and he can pull off green eyeshadow well!

I’m wondering how they’ll make Ferro different than the other con artists we’ve seen so far *eyes Octavinelle* but I’m keeping my hopes up since the devs did a good job remixing the “I have a dead brother and I feel immense guilt about it” backstory for Rollo (when Idia had a similar one). Looking forward to that~

I’m sure my thoughts will chance once I actually get to see them in the event! ^^ I’ll keep you posted. For now, I’ll keep cautious. (Actually, this fan art basically summarizes my current feelings on the two! I’m Rollo/j)

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charliesgoodboy · 8 months

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2010 B. KAULITZ☆

Ai, ai, ai, você me dá muito calor

É tesão ou é amor?

BILL KAULITZ that was almost jumping out of his seat hearing he got a proposition to model with you. he's modeled before of course, but with you was almost a dream come true for anyone, so good that if you quit and went to a different modeling agency then that whole agency would quit there lives at that point. he has at least a few photos of you and it's not much of a secret.

BILL KAULITZ felt like fainting when you first shook his hand. the words of you being a fan of his kept repeating over and over again. you? and fan of him? if he was aloud to he'd scream and hug your body tight telling you how excited he was to be here. he did do it, but he had to keep it 'professional'. "i'm so glad to be working here with you."

BILL KAULITZ who unfortunately only read the parts on the paper where he could model with you. when the photographer stated there would be no clothing involved and only a silk cloth covering obvious bits and parts of your body, he wanted to speak out about it and you obviously noticed. "oh, are you uncomfortable with this? if so it's alright.." he saw the disappointed and mostly sad look on your face making his heart churn. "i'll switch you out if you'd like." "no– i'd love to do this, i just forgot.." thank gosh that smile came back to your face.

BILL KAULITZ that would shiver feeling the cold air on his skin as he walked out of the studio and saw how the artist would put your hair in small different sections even thought the soft fan might ruin it back anyway. he saw you shirtless and would probably see the rest of you to, you were so beautiful and you were simply sitting there waiting for him.

BILL KAULITZ whose hands would be positioned on your waist and chest from behind as he'd feel your arms wrap around his neck from, his heart speeding up as you were told to look in his eyes. you sitting almost in his lap, mostly between his legs the silk covering half of your bodies as the camera would flash getting just the right angle.

BILL KAULITZ hearing the photographer say change into the next position, showing the page of it as he nodded his hands still on your waist, it was never on purpose though. you were in between his legs once again, only standing up this time the cloth only being on him but not you. your hands cradling his face in a way, your thumbs on his cheek and the rest of your fingers on his jawline and he was told to put his hands below your ass right on your thighs having to squeeze them in a way, trying to keep himself from looking down and keep that pleading look as he looked up at you.

BILL KAULITZ who would hold you as you were on your knees up on the surface atop of him, your hips so close to his the feeling of your length against his which the both of you were at least a little bit hard about it, wasn't a secret to the both of you either. as you'd change positions the photographer was definitely doing this on purpose, modeling sure but still felt like it. your body heat sharing as your lips would only slightly touch from time to time.

BILL KAULITZ at this point at the end of the modeling would ask himself what the two of you were now in the first place.

THE WAY MY FEET WHERE SWINGINF BACK ANFD FORTHHHH @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @kitsune-yuhhh @bloodyfennec @esthxio @vyloy @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male reader insert #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x male reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x male reader

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thatprettybunny · 1 year

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Mr. Jeager

This idea is from this post by @mediocrecherry !

I've never actually written for Eren before, but I hope you like how it turned out.

Your phone buzzes. A text from Mr. Yeager pumps up on the screen.

'Mine or Yours?'

You ponder it for a second before responding with a simple 'yours'. After all, his classroom was warmer.

The bell rings, and you breathe a heavy sigh of relief. Quickly, you dismiss your class, vowing to correct their labs by tonight so they can make their corrections next class. Once every student had left the classroom, you grabbed your pretty, designer handbag, a gift very special to you, before locking up the classroom door behind you. You had to stop at the staffroom briefly to collect the two lunches, but in no time you were in front of the acclaimed History teacher's door.

As any other teacher would, you gave a small rasp to the door before pushing into Mr. Yeager's classroom. The room was beautiful, covered in magnificent maps of battlefields and statues and other artifacts that Mr. Yeager collected during his time as a historian.

Eren Yeager was truly an interesting man.

You were slightly stunned to see students still in the classroom; after all the lunch bell had rung over fifteen minutes ago. "Are they on punishment Eren?" You asked, a small laugh to your eyes. Eren gives an amused look. " Kind of. They're here for extra credit."

You gave him a look, one with a silent question, 'Should I stay?'.

Luckily, Eren understood, giving you a reassuring nod, before signaling you to come to his desk. He pulled one of the chairs from an unoccupied seat right next to his desk chair, tilting it at an angle so you could still look at each other. You studied his movements, the way his shirt bulged as he reached for the chair, god alone knows where he discarded the blazer he wore this morning. Before you could plop into the seat, however, Eren planted himself on it, patting at the teacher's seat, another silent gesture.

You sat at Eren's desk, in his seat. It was a different experience. Normally, when you two are alone, you sat on the desk, your legs between his as he man spreads slightly beneath the table. You smiled, watching as Eren struggled to sit ergonomically in the chair that certainly wasn't built for someone of his height. You chuckled, resting your bag on the desk into the bottom drawer of his desk and taking out the two lunches. You scanned them, handing Eren the one with more meat and keeping the one with more sauce for yourself.

"How was class?" he asked, quietly and contentedly listening to you drawl about certain problem-making students and any other concerns between bites of your food. You both used code names for students and other teachers, aware of your small audience's presence.

Without warning, Eren reached across from where he was sitting, and grabbed your chin with his hand so you'd look at him; then he used his thumb to wipe the small stain of brown gravy off the corner of your lips where it was pooling. A red blush peeked up your neck till it presented itself in a dash over your nose and on your ears.

So much for no PDA at work.

You two ate lunch in comfortable chatter until the bell rang to end lunch. You could sense his student's eyes staring at you both now and again, but you tried not to let it bother you too much.

"Thanks for lunch," he said, "It tasted like heaven." He helped you tidy up all of the food utensiles, before he reached into the drawer to pass it back to you. You studied it, debating your options. "Actually, can you keep it? I only have a lab to do next period an then I'll come back for it?"

Sure, Eren said, walking you out the door; after you left, he took the handbag, the pretty black and pink one he'd got you for your birthday and placed it back into the bottom drawer of his desk. Your drawer. He just hoped he remembered to take it out before going home.

The next day, the rumors were everywhere.

"OMG did you see the picture of Mr. Yeager and that one Science teacher?"

"Yes! I totally ship it!"

"They're so cute together!"

"Nooo! Don't say that, you know I have a huge crush on them!"

And so on went the gossip, only this time you and Eren were the hot topic of convrsation.

Your phone lit up again; the words 'BABE' plastered across the screen. 'Mine or Yours?' the text came in. You thought about this for a second.

'With all the rumors, are you sure this is a good idea? People will talk' you replied

'Fuck them. I miss you. Come over here." Short, needy and blunt, traits you've come to expect from Eren.

You sighed, what would you do with this pesky husband of yours?

#thatprettybunny #fluff #eren x reader #eren yeager #Eren Jaeger?#i imagine teacher Eren is built for like absolutely no reason #attack on titan #teacher au #modern au #aot fandom

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adaptacy · 8 months

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Hello! I absolutely adore your Leland and Johnny fics (they keep their respective tags afloat imo). I was wondering if you could do a Leland McKinney x Reader (gn or fem preferably) where the two meet at one of his wrestling meets. Maybe the reader is working for the yearbook at a different school and takes pictures during each match. I don't have much to this other than that. Or, maybe you could even do a Leland McKinney x Sawyer!Reader. Reader takes a liking to Leland and keeps him alive while the others are being hunted by the rest of the family. That, or Reader has been dating Leland and brings them down to the Sawyer house, get the reactions or something. (I have even less ideas on this little blurb cause I came up with it while writing the other idea).

Hii! I love lov lov lov writing for leland so any fluff i will absolutely pump out <3

hes such a pretty boy disclaimer: im not a sports girlie i was a theatre girlie so i have no clue how wrestling works LMAO

(GN)reader kinda got the rizz ngl

Highschool!Leland but all characters depicted are 18+!

Holding up the camera to your eye, you squinted, kneeling down as a brunette rolled off of his back, tangled up with a slightly smaller blonde, sweat building on both of their bodies despite the gymnasium being well-conditioned. You snapped a picture, and the brunette glanced in your direction to shoot a cheesy grin, but his moment of cockiness resulted in the blonde beneath him rolling him back onto his back.

"One... two... three!" The coach called, and a sharp whistle rang in your ears.

You stepped back, watching as the two boys on the mat panted, and the blonde released the brunette and stood up. The brunette frowned, but eased up and pulled himself to his feet as well, dusting himself off and wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

"Take five, you guys go get some water. Next rounds will start soon," the coach directed, and both teams nodded, returning to their huddles as they discussed the outcome of the rounds so far. The school you were visiting was currently in the lead, but your school had been steadily catching up.

Truth be told, you were beginning to believe the just-beaten brunette was unbeatable, he'd been doing spectacularly so far, but it seems his confidence was getting to him. Not that you were all that into sports, but you were responsible for taking and putting the photos into context for the yearbook, so you tried your best to pay attention to what exactly was going on.

For the time being, though, you needed to get a second roll of film, as you were running out. You'd left your things out in the hallway, so you turned, letting your camera go slack against your chest from the band it hung from, and headed out of the gym.

"Gonna go, uh- get some water, I'll be right back," you heard a boy say, and it wasn't long before there was a familiar face by your side as you pushed open the gymnasium doors.

"You lost your streak," you remarked, and the brunette wore a small, almost hurt smile, giving a scoff.

"You were distracting," he replied, following you to where your bag sat on a small bench. "You don't go here, do you?"

"No, I don't, I'm visiting with the team. Yearbook duty. How'd you guess?" You chuckled, picking up your camera and fidgeting with it until you opened a slot for the film.

"Definitely would've remembered your face if you did go here. Guess that means we're rivals, huh?" He smirked, reaching out a hand. "Leland."

You looked at his hand and reached forward, shaking it before returning your attention to your camera. "Don't group me in with the guys in tights. I'm not your rival, just a spectator," you laughed softly, inserting the new roll of film into your camera.

"Awh, but rivals is so much more interesting than strangers," he responded, soon motioning towards your cameras. "Did you get some good angles?"

"Of you, or of the matches?"

"Both."

"You're hard to get bad angles of, so, I'd say so. I sure hope I got some good angles of the matches," you flirted, and Leland gained a small blush over his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck. "You gonna go get your water, or did you step out just to get me alone?"

"To get you alone," he confessed, shrugging. "You're cute. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about wrestling," he offered, and then when you blushed, he realized how that could be interpreted, and he immediately waved his hands and laughed nervously, shaking his head. "Not- not like that, I mean, unless- No, sorry, not in that way, I just meant-"

"It's alright, I know what you meant," you giggled, dropping your camera against your torso again. "I could use the help. Gotta write captions for the pictures, after all. Plus..." You glanced him up and down, a small smirk forming. "I wouldn't be complaining if I got some more in-depth tutoring done."

Leland smiled, and then his eyes widened, and he laughed nervously again, biting the inside of his cheek. "Sure, I can... definitely make that work. Wouldn't mind helping you out, even if you are a rival," he teased. You could hear a whistle from inside the gymnasium, and both of you glanced over.

"I'll give you my number after the matches, yeah? Don't want you getting too distracted," you chuckled, and Leland rolled his eyes, pushing open the gymnasium doors.

"Little late for that, sweetheart. You just keep takin' those pictures. I'll win for you, yeah?" He smiled, and you gave a small smile.

"Yeah, right. We'll see about that. Get in there, tiger."

He shot you a wink before turning and heading back over to where both teams and the coach were waiting for him, and he offered a half-genuine apology. You chuckled to yourself, finishing up your film change before heading back inside to keep taking pictures.

#tcm game #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #leland mckinney #leland tcm #leland mckinney x reader #leland mckinney fluff #leland mckinney x reader fluff

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nostalgia-tblr · 5 months

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Okay actually I do have a proper thought on the "sylki is incest" wank. which is that the "anti" take seems to be that Loki/Sylvie is obviously, glaringly, an incestuous pairing but its shippers deliberately ignore that because they like the pairing otherwise (yet also the accusation involves them liking the incest element... honestly it's a bit of a muddle, but let's move on). But. Well, here's the thing that is obvious, at least to me...

Go to AO3 and have a look to find the most popular (in terms of number of works) Loki pairing in the Marvel Cinematic Universe fandom as a whole. Actually, i'll save you the effort:

(These numbers are slightly out-of-date but the ratios remain accurate. I checked.)

Now, that. That is an incest pairing, isn't it? There is some fic which specifies an AU of some sort in which Thor and Loki are not related to each other but most of it is about brothers who are also lovers.

"But they're not really related," you say? Sorry, but in the important ways, they are. Every one of those films, and the Loki series, frames them as siblings-with-issues, and yes one of those issues is whether or not they agree that they are siblings, but I'd say the MCU comes down pretty firmly on the side of "they totally are."

And the point I'm making here is that the actual incest pairing is treated as such by its fans. If you don't feel up to reading any thorki fic I'll save you again and say that it overall leans into the "forbidden love" angle, and the shame and internal conflict of an incestuous attraction or relationship. So shippers of a given pairing do indeed know what incest is and they rarely try to avoid that aspect of such pairings.

Whereas. If you read the Loki/Sylvie stuff, that whole "thorki vibe" is entirely absent. Fans vary on variants, in terms of in what ways these two are or are not "the same person" but they agree on one thing: fucking some other version of yourself is not incest. This is pretty much a unanimous belief, and here I'll mention something else I think is relevant: there are a few sylki twincest AUs (many of which seem to have been written out of spite - LOL, fandom!) and in all of those the AU also features another crucial change - they are not both Loki variants in those fics.

Yeah, that's right! To make Loki and Sylvie siblings you have to remove the selfcest element entirely. Because - this may shock some of you, so sit down before you read this next part - you are not your own sibling. Even identical twins are obviously different people. A clone of yourself might get us into more philosophical territory but that's not what multiversal variants are either. Allow me to illustrate with another informative image:

You get me? Yeah, you get me.

So, to meander towards an actual conclusion here. The MCU!Loki fandom does not, in general, refuse to accept that romantic/sexual pairings that would be incestuous actually are incestuous. In fact if anything it embraces that element of such pairings. It is usually seen as the defining feature of them. If they think siblings are fucking then they will write about those siblings fucking, and they will not be shy about it!

And aside from that mentioned handful of AU fics, sylki is not written as incest. Because it just isn't incest. Look, if you personally see Loki and Sylvie as siblings to the point where the pairing squicks you out, then fair enough there's not much either of us can do about that. Do your best to avoid that content and don't be a wanker about it and I wish you well in your endeavours. But that isn't what most of the complaints stem from, is it? As usual in recent years fans who didn't like a pairing (which, btw, is allowed) wanted to have the moral high ground and some bright spark hit upon "this pairing is INCEST" via some slightly odd logic and it spread from there. Because we can't just not like something, can we? (Actually, that's also allowed!) No, we have to be better than those fans over there, who are all terrible people in some way. They are problematic.

And this is a lot of words for me to essentially say "no, the sylki fic and the thorki fic have very different vibes actually" but... well, they do. The sylki shippers are not denying the incest, because there is no incest there, and even if we for a moment pretend that "siblings" is a reasonable and indeed expected interpretation of the variants concept, it is clear from their content that the people who ship Loki/Sylvie do not see them that way. And that has nothing to do with DNA or otherwise, which I can prove with this very quick question: in one word (or less, if you can), what is the relationship between Loki and Thor?

You said "brothers" or "siblings," didn't you? No, you did. I know for a fact that you did, don't play coy with me on this. We all understand that these two characters who definitely share no DNA are, in every way that matters, brothers. This is not a difficult concept, it's not somehow confusing large numbers of fans either way.

tl;dr - Sylki isn't incest but if it was we'd all know that because the fans of it would not be constantly denying what would, almost certainly, be the main appeal of that pairing for them if that was the case. You can deny that all you want but 11,731 thorki fics (as of 10th December 2023) back me up on this one.

So there.

#sylki #thorki #loki series #cw: incest #like actually incest WHICH WE ALL RECOGNISE WHEN WE SEE IT DON'T WE JAN???#fandom wank #wow that was a lot of words to state the completely obvious #if anyone's wondering yes i have read and written both sylki and thorki fic. PLEASE be sure to cancel me for the right one.

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lilunaire · 1 month

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How's twbos coming along? Any teasers maybe :b? No pressure 🙏

TEASER 9 - CH.10 TIL WE BURN OUR SKINS

It's going quite well actually ! But as I said in last chapter note, chapters are getting bigger and bigger so it takes wayyyy more time than before. I think i'm currently at 40% and hopes i'll reach 70% by the end of this week, and post it in two weeks (max 3 weeks).

Here, get two teasers :) They are respectfully from the two most voted propositions.

Enjoy ♡

(teasers below the line)

Teaser 1 🕯️🩰

Still without looking, closing her eyes, she turns back to Miles. She can feel him approaching her but still jumps a little when he grabs both of her hands. She feels him guide her to the center of the room before he stops her. She hears his footsteps fading away, before classical music plays in the room. A waltz, to be precise. And not just any waltz.

“That wouldn't be a good night without music, right?"

She finally opens her eyes and he is back in front of her, his left hand extended forward. “May I have this dance?" It's her turn to smile and laugh like an idiot as she grabs his hand, and places the other on the back of his neck.

His hand rests on the hollow of her waist, he murmurs the tempo and they leave.

When she thinks about it, salsa isn't that different from waltzing. It's more rhythmic, with more freedom in the movements, but she feels the same things. The biggest change is that here they take their time. He twirls her, and the skirt of her dress does the same.

“You remembered it, she pointed out as he pulled her back towards him. — How could I forgot that?"

Her smile goes ear-to-ear, and her heart warms when she hears it. He can only melt when he sees her beautiful smile once again.

Teaser 2 🛏️💋 CW : very slightly implied """sexual""" content

So there she is, squeezing her thighs and rubbing them, trying to get rid of the heat in her lower abdomen, and to comfort herself by clinging to him. She could go to the bathroom and take care of her problem, but it was like her body couldn't do without the young man. She knew it was useless, so why get even more frustrated?

His face is turned towards her, and he looks so serene when he sleeps. She becomes sad knowing that this was not always the case, feeling guilty for not coming to sleep with him more often. Her right hand approaches him and gently traces his features. He sniffles and a small grin instinctively forms, but he still doesn't wake up.

She slides her finger over the bridge of his nose and she feels fuzzy inside when she hears him whisper her name in his sleep. She stops for a few seconds, by fear of breaking his well-deserved rest, but resumes when his face relaxes again.

After several minutes of observing him from all angles, she still doesn't feel tired, but rather bored. She decides to continue some household chores, as silently as possible. It would be better than doing nothing, right?

She leaves the embrace gently, and he groans at the loss of contact and warmth. She leaves their bedroom silently, on tiptoe, and goes to the living room, where a large quantity of clothes, now dry, is waiting to be folded. She also thinks about the other part of clean laundry that she hadn't even been able to hang out because of lack of space.

She empties the dryer and collects the second half, still wet, in the washing machine, and begins to hang it out in the greatest silence. Well, if you exclude Gwanda who considered she was not receiving enough attention at more than two in the morning, meowing in agony.

Gwen is forced to scratch her back and the underside of her chin while hanging the wet cloth with one hand. Not an easy task… Fortunately, this ends up calming the kitten who leaves and curls up on the table for yet another nap. She can finally move on to folding laundry. She's not sure how long she takes, maybe forty-five minutes? But just after she finished folding the laundry, when she had started to dry some wet dishes, she hears Miles shouting her name and hurried footsteps heading towards the main room.

#ghostflower #lilu's writing #til we burn our skins #teaser #gwen x miles #miles x gwen

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searihart · 4 months

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Hello!! I've been working out a new phone case design and realized I've been picturing making a collage like the ones you posted (I have some milgram and miku stickers I want to make look nice under a clear case). I was just wondering if you had any tips on making them, they're so beautiful! ✨️

I- woah- thank you, that was so sweet (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

Tips... I'm not sure if I can really give tips, it has been a bunch of trial and error, of seeing what I like and what I don't, but I'll give you what I've learnt, and walk you through my process!

For example, the orange one is cute, but to me it felt like it had too much white, the same happened with the yellow one, I tried to fill both backgrounds with little doodles, the orange with black pen didn't convince me, and the yellow with marker, which made it look better and that became my go to

The next problem I faced was wanting to use everything I had, making it looked cluttered. From here I also learnt that I don't want everything filled and having a bit of background show and irregular edges does wonders for the final thing (but that depends on where you are doing it tho, since yours is a phone case, it'd probably look good if you slightly go past the edges and cut away the excess)

I also found appealing using many different shapes and tones! While some things are on top of others, layering them (like the Luigi, he is above everything except the "important" tag) gives them a nice vibe.

Also, sometimes less is more! This are some of the most simple pages I have, but I love how they look. They make the main focus of something stand out, and applied the irregular edges with little doodles on the background. And even so, in here I did use the full post it's, but since they aren't all lined up, it still gives off that asymmetrical look!

And lastly, I always plan it out! I first get out all the materials I think I will use or fit the theme I'm going for, I usually get more than I'm going to use, and then start to lay them out one by one. Usually the biggest that will work as background first and then start to see where I'll put the little ones. moving slightly, checking if changing the angle will look better, putting parts of a same piece above and under others, tweaking little by little. Once I arrive at something I like, I take a picture and take it apart to then start working on it.

Another thing is playing with the textures! On that last one one post it has flowers washi tape and the other one doesn't and is all crumbled up! And making little handmade parts like the doodles, marker background, the EKG on Shidou's, or the stars on the second to last, all that gives it a unique vibe, a little extra sparkle, at least for me

I'm not sure if this is of any help, I'm sorry heh, but this are the things I've learnt that worked for me! I hope they work for you as well!

#it was fun to explain tho. I really hope its useful!#seari answers #scrapbook #art advice

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grandaddy-of-all-liars · 7 months

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for the reader folks, a one shot inspired by the fantastic art of none other than @snailgam, dedicated to @snailgam & @rensnumberonefan for well, you guys know ❤️

(CW: some expletives/harsh language only)

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" 'B'! Bleeker Ave!"

"You can't do that, you used eet for thee 'A' already."

"Nuh-Uh, that's a different word, 'Avenue', so it's not cheating! Your turn."

"Aghhh ... fine, whatayver, I don't care."

"Come on now, your turn!"

" 'C'. Closer. Ya happy? Go."

"Wait a minute, where's 'Closer'?"

"Een thee mirr- eet's etched een the side mirror, okay!?"

"Nowww that's cheating, it's on the car!"

"Eet's outside, OUTSIDE THEE CAR. And you want to double-use words!?"

"That's different, though!"

"Give me thee strength ... makeeng up your own damn rules ... "

"I don't SEEEE a 'C'! Try again!"

"Okay, 'C' for thee Crap I'm goeeng to beat of your, 'C', Carcass, later!"

"Jeez, what a spoil sport."

"THERE! Kowalski EleCtreeC, 'C'! Now you go twice!"

"Wh- how come?"

"Because there's an 'E' too, you EEEmbecile!"

"Now now, you know that's cheating. Same word."

"Just play by your dadgom saylf and geeve us a rest, ah?"

"You're such a party pooper. Play wittthhh meee ... I bet we get to 'Z!' "

"We already deed twice! Now lay off, I need to theenk."

"Okay, on to 'D' it is ... "

"I'll geeve ya a 'D', pain een my ass ... "

"What Ren?"

"Huh what nothing. I deed'nt say a theeng."

A Frank Comstock & His Orchestra cassette spooled along, ticking at every rotation. Everything in this car was at least slightly well-loved. Okay, so there were in fact worse things he could conjur up than being stuck on the road with Stimpy for, what, thirty-seven minutes now? Bearing in mind, this was supposed to be a two-stop, forty-five minute errand, tops. At least they had snuck in a fast lunch of eggs and refried beans and almost too-stale-to-eat toast before flying out of their apartment. But for what? To sit on the crosstown overpass for half an hour? Because Stimpy just had to insist on coming along for the ride, and just had to insist Ren take the bridge so he could look down at the sailboats in the bay and wave at the cranky gulls on what should have been a smooth jog across the waterway. And, as Ren had decided, the universe of course hated him especially. Just for him, it had plotted the lifting of the bridge gate for a marvelously timed passing barge, as well as the lout who had started turning just as traffic halted and was now delightfully stalled out across both narrow lanes. What a freaking terrific plan, Ren callously applauded. He sunk deeper into the bucket seat, pressing his angry hide against the blazing black backrest. Oh how he now lamented having not fixed the air conditioner. But it wasn't his fault. How was he to know he'd get stranded on sun-baked tarmac hovering over the glaring brown waterway's blindingly reflective waves microwaving fire air back into his little sedan? Why him, why always him?

Stimpy seemed content with the windows down, angling about to look for all the letters in the alphabet. Again. Ignoring that their car and everyone adjacent had maybe traveled four feet in the last half hour. Ignoring that the big box truck offering a canopy of shade had of course been held back by a pushy little shit in a compact that just had to get one vehicle ahead, forcing them into raw sun without any shielding reprieve. At least Stimpy was seemingly spared of the cosmic torture doled out just for Ren. If only he'd taken the tunnel. If only they skipped their meal. If only the budget for his department wasn't axed two-thirds through the fiscal year to offset a horrible company investment that had fallen through. If only he wasn't relegated to treating their few precious possessions as collateral until he got a new job. If only he'd never woken up this morning. Why did he ever bother waking up at all anymore? He leaned forward, pressing weary brow hard into the steering wheel, pressing sweat-soaked hat rim up against his ears. He closed his eyes too tight, so tight they hurt, so tight he swore he could see solar flares vacuuming his body inward to a flaming abyss.

"Ren?"

Stimpy sounded worried.

"It's gonna be ok."

"Steempy, I don't even know eef we're gonna have enough gas to get home at thees point. Maybe thees ees a sign."

"How's that?"

"Maybe we're not supposed to make eet today. Maybe there's another way."

"What way is that then?"

"I don't freaking know, ok? What's weeth all the questions weeth you always! How about an answer for once in your brainless life!? Do you not get thee sheer pressure to be me all de time!?"

Ren motioned toward the glove box. Stimpy reminded him he'd smoked the last cigarette in that box about twenty minutes ago. Ren rubbed rigid hand over his scowl, pulling his eye sockets tight as palm dragged across his weathered face. As last resort, he pawed beneath his seat, knuckling greasy crumbs and loose change and straw wrappers until he heard that sweet telltale cellophane crinkle.

"C'mon C'mon C'mon, for Daddy ... "

Two white tips rolled in the corner of the carton.

"Sweet baby Bee-ayzul-bub!"

Maybe not every stellar installment fixed above loathed his existence. He lit up and savored the distraction from their predicament.

"So how much ya think we're gonna get for this stuff?" Stimpy quizzed, shaking a small dirty envelope.

"I told you to stop asking me questions, for fuck's sake. And poot that down, you'll drop sometheeng."

Stimpy returned it to the console compartment dejectedly.

"Hey. Don't be so moody, I'll buy ya a new one some day, huh?" Ren quipped.

"I know you will, it's not that."

"Well what then?"

"Do you really care, Ren?"

"WHAT DEED YOU JUST SAY?" he ripped the cigarette from his lips and held it out the open window, panting hot nicotine breath through his mouth into the cabin.

Stimpy flinched only marginally, turning his unperturbed frown to look Ren dead in the eyes.

"I asked if you really cared. About me."

"What's your goddamn problem!? You gonna start weeth me now?!"

Stimpy huffed through his nose, "It's a simple question, Ren."

"You got sooome nerve, ya know that, and for what!? Where do you get off ... you theenk I'm haveeng thee time of my life right now? Stuck weeth all these bastards in thees stewpid old jalopy weeth you? No job, no plan, selleeng our sheet for a few bucks? And you have the fuckeeng right!?"

Stimpy finally relented and peered back out his window, tracing his finger along the door paneling. Ren threw his elbow into his seat and pushed his hat down low over his eyes. He pulled the last drag off his smoke in one long slow suck and flicked the filter toward the murky waters below. He expended his smoky exhale purposefully in Stimpy's direction, sending tiny faint ribbons whirling around his kitty ears and nose. Stimpy didn't react. Only continued to stare blankly at a sky that was neither cloudy nor blue. Just an undefined, opaque hot white. Ren's shoulders relaxed down his back. He sneered at the envelope. Might as well take one final inventory while they were stuck motionless, suspended. Nowhere important. He needed a derision from Stimpy's attitude regardless.

Lip peeled and folded back, Ren beheld the contents of the meager package. A few gold fillings that supposedly came from his grandfather's muzzle. His silver Communion bracelet. A 14kt hoop he'd been lucky to find on the boardwalk earlier that summer. A couple old coins of questionable value. His platinum chain with saint medallion his mother had gotten for him as a pup. And then their wedding rings. An odd collection of somewhat precious items spanning his entire lifetime, reduced to the contents of one battered envelope. Their destiny now felt cheap, hollow, meaningless. He would exchange these relics for a few nondescript bucks and their individual meanings would be forever lost on civilization. He examined each of the personal items more carefully. The St. Michael medallion on delicate chain that had adorned his neck throughout gradeschool, a special gift his mother gave him as a symbol of protection from the world she had just yanked him into. The words 'Protección y Devoción' along with his initials etched into its back. The bracelet his aunt gave him, which had not fit around even his weak little wrist for years, not that he'd worn it more than a few weeks after he recieved Communion. Or to gatherings for which his mother reminded him his aunt would be in attendance. He found it difficult to believe he'd somehow been even smaller than he was today. And finally, the only adult jewelry he'd ever worn until last night, the two artifacts of their union tied together with a snip of fishing line. Disbelief gnawed over him. How he'd picked these out with such pride and candor, such deliberation when he finally accepted his life would have and never would again be as full as it was without Stimpy in it. Perhaps the only time in his life he'd felt so ecstatic and terrified at once, assured Stimpy would agree to become his for good, yet, simultaneously gripped with the threat of rejection that had cast its plague over every other step in his journey. How such a small earthly metal object could carry with it such incredible power and history. Memories filled his senses, the smell of the store where he'd purchased the rings, the carefully planned but ultimately scrapped proposal in favor of a more organic approach, Stimpy's lovely green eyes looking at him and nothing and no one else in that gorgeous moment just before and just after he said his "Yes", no wait, how he'd told Ren nothing would make him happier and if only Ren knew how much his heart had wished for this, the weekend of bliss that followed their engagement, right up to their municipality wedding set between small claims and traffic court, Stimpy dressed to the nines on the courthouse steps beaming after the judge had announced them officially documented family. It wasn't painful last night, when he was mixed up in the mania of instant gratification and fast-cash scheming. But now, cradling the rings in his fingers, feeling their figurative and literal weight in his grip, a sadness crept through his spine.

"I know it doesn't mean we're not together, ya know. I'm not that dumb, Ren."

Stimpy had caught him poring over their marital bands.

"I know you know that," rolled Ren's eyes with some poorly hidden embarrassment.

What Stimpy didn't know, or maybe he did by now, was how petty and careless Ren could be about pretty careful things. Stimpy knew Ren had collected these items to take the the dank and derelict pawn shop they'd visited with curbside finds many times before. Stimpy knew the sedan needed a new alternator and battery. Stimpy knew this was yet another lean yet temporary period in their timeline, bookended by Ren's gainful employment and his supplemental stints as seamstress, cook, or courier to make ends meet until their refrigerator and wallets could fatten up. What Stimpy didn't know was that Ren planned to ignore their car's mechanical needs, and was actually going to march those dollars right into the seedy betting parlor next door while Stimpy remained transfixed on shelves of abandoned memories in the pawn shop. Stimpy didn't know any of that as he looked over at Ren from across the cabin, understanding and love in his eyes overtaking his gloomy countenance. Ren felt rotten to the core, wondered if Stimpy could see the slime leaking from his orifices or smell the decay emanating from his soul. He was reminded why, as he clutched the rings, why he had been so apprehensive to ask Stimpy to be his, in the first place. Stimpy was pure. Stimpy was whole. Dumb as paint, but the truest he would ever meet and have the privilege to be loved by. Ren always contended he himself was deep down no good, nowhere near decent enough, and it was only a matter of time before the cat figured that out for himself. But no matter how many times Ren spoonfed him the sour fodder that was his true self, Stimpy never balked. Only wrapped his arms and tenderness more tightly around the broken dog, mending his heart with unconditional uninhibited adoration. It was beyond anything Ren could convince himself he deserved. Ren's eyes lowered to his knees as he sank back in his seat, envelope of trinkets tinkling in his lap.

The still moment was broken by some distant hollers and honks, which dominoed toward their little red car stuck on the bridge. It must have started up ahead at the stalled vehicle, one irate commuter finally snapping the herd into heated frenzy, concentrated frustration no longer containable for the hoarde of lives delayed by a singular disruptive variable blocking natural order. Reframed in Ren's mind at least, had this traffic dalliance not thwarted his path, he would at this very moment very likely be in no better financial shape. A betting voucher wealthier maybe, but spiritually poorer for certain. Horns blared around them, for no purpose other than for motorists to vent their disgust. The noisy exchange layered rage on rage fruitlessly in the concrete and iron colony. Ren threw back his head and rubbed his face with both hands, then returned all shiny treasures to envelope with a defeated chuckle.

"Too bad we can't turn around now, huh?" he shook his ears.

"Ren."

"Yeah."

"Ren, we ... I don't think we can go back."

"I know that, I just said eet."

"I mean ... Ren ..."

"You're een some kinda mood today."

Just then flashing DOT lights beaconing from the front of the jam caught Ren's glance, the heroes of disabled vehicles had arrived!

"Yeah now wee're talkeen!"

"Ren, you're going to be a dad," blurted his passenger.

The heart can only beat so hard and so fast. As long as it's attached to its host. In Ren's case, it fell through his ass past the leather and steel and machinery and asphalt and rebar, plopping heavily into the brown water and sunk straight to the planet's center. He froze. He repressed urges to vomit and cry and scream. Stimpy panted as quietly as he could, he himself looked ill for having just dropped such a revelation. Ren tried to make some sounds with his parched mouth but tongue and vocal chords were petrified in place. Stimpy's ears lowered and nose dropped. He couldn't quite gage Ren's reaction or his own for that matter.

Ren could only emit a confused whining sigh, inflected for confirmation. Stimpy gave a single assuring nod. Their mouths hung open. Time meant nothing. The chorus of horns and yells ceased for them alone. Nothing else mattered.

"Like right, right now?" Ren finally squeaked, grabbing at his own gut, pointing to Stimpy's belly with his eyes.

"Uh huh," Stimpy delicately placed his gloved paw over his own tummy, which looked very much the way it always had, though it was very much not the way it always had been.

Ren had forgotten to breathe until his lungs autonomously forced a choke of fresh oxygen back into his body. The exhale pinkened his sclera and flared his nostrils and yielded the ugliest sob from his rattling chest. Fat hot teardrops rolled from his eyes. His nose leaked down his upper lip. His hands grabbed at the air aimlessly. The weight of a strange and fraught lifetime pressed upon his temples, rendering him absolutely bewildered in body and mind.

"So, you're really upset, huh Ren? I'll understand if you'll wanna move on and-"

"HUH?" Ren's bloodshot eyes shot upward.

"Well it's just that, I know this is a lot to put on you and all, I just, I wasn't ready to say goodbye is all," Stimpy whispered holding back his own tears.

"Jesus Christ, ees that really what you theenk of me?!" Ren wailed unabashedly, his voice breaking between gags.

Maybe Stimpy really had sized him up for who he was, afterall. Maybe Stimpy had always known. But the notion that Stimpy did not see his own worth beyond convenience broke something in Ren he didn't know was there. It pierced Ren. He clutched his chest, feeling as if applying pressure was the only thing that would stave off implosion.

"Well you're crying Ren!"

"So are you!"

Gates finally broken, Stimpy began sobbing freely, flooding the passenger seat.

"You're sure?" Ren's hands wrung.

"Uh-huh. I went to the doctor three days ago. You're, uh, you're gonna get a bill. I'm sorry, Ren."

"NO!"

Ren ripped off his seatbelt and climbed over the middle console, wriggling himself between Stimpy's thighs on his knees.

"Whoa hey hey! Get a room!" shouted the car beside them.

"Mind your own business pal, thees is an emergency!" Ren returned, trying not to scream into Stimpy's face as he cupped it in his palms.

Ren ran his hands down Stimpy's cheeks, wiping his tears away. He coasted them down Stimpy's shoulders to his breast and over the sweet little pudge of his belly, caressing it gingerly as if the most exquisite treasure in the world. He pressed his forehead against Stimpy's and continued crying until he'd wept himself dry.

"Steempy, I've nayver, I've nayver wanted anybodies as badly as I want you right now, een every way."

"So you're happy?"

"I don't theenk there's words, Steempy baby."

It was so infrequent Ren called him that. Stimpy swooned. If ever he so desperately needed Ren to reveal his affectionate side, it was right here and now. They embraced and held each other tight, not wanting the moment to end.

"Steempson?"

"Yes?"

"I loave you. I've ... always loaved you."

Ren picked up the envelope and pulled out the rings, freeing them from the cordage. He put his band back on, then took Stimpy's hand to replace the ring to its rightful home.

"Are you sure, Ren?"

"Everytheeng's deefferent now, Steempson."

A horn blared behind them. They'd not noticed traffic had begun breaking up, the disabled car was now off to the side, and vehicles began pressing forward to bottleneck past the obstruction.

"Let's go scumbag!" someone yelled.

"Eat my deeck!" Ren screeched back at no one in particular, stretching back over to the driver's seat.

The car lurched forward, in line for a one-lane merge ahead.

"Take thees," Ren gestured, holding out the St. Michael medallion to Stimpy.

"What's that for?"

"To keep you and the baby safe," Ren pronounced.

"But you don't follow all that religious stuff?"

"It's seemboleec. Plus, eet's thee one thing I can pass on, ya know, besides my dasheeng good looks."

As they inched past the stalled vehicle now pulled over, Ren leaned out his window and addressed the driver who was sitting against the guardrail.

"Thanks a meellion, buddy, I owe ya one!"

"Hey fuck you asshole!" retorted the distressed mororist.

"I mean it! Fuck you vayry much too!" Ren laughed, speeding free of the auto tangle at last.

The gold teeth and bracelet and coins didn't fetch much, just enough to minimally feed the gas tank for job-searching the next day and procure for Stimpy a great big porgie from the fish market as a celebratory dinner. Ren even purchased some dill and lemons and garlic and herbed butter to fashion a savory sauce for the panfried delicacy he served Stimpy that evening. He waited on Stimpy hand-and-foot, brimming with a newfound exhilaration he wished he could bottle and dose every day for the rest of his life. Stimpy was not one to shirk his contributions to the home, and helped Ren scrub the pans and dry the plates after they'd picked every bit of meat from the fishbones together. They spent the evening talking of cribs and formula and parenting styles and potential colleges and bibs and names that would suit either a girl or boy manx-chihuahua hybrid. They were inseparable through the wee hours, cuddled close in bed, staring through their ceiling together upward to the stars above, excitedly imagining and planning every milestone ahead.

"Are you scared too?" Ren would nudge ever so often.

"Not as long as you're here," Stimpy would reassure.

"Let's play ag-ayn."

"Okay Renny. 'A', for ... Alton or Alina."

"Hmmm, Alina Höek, ok, that could grow on me. Now 'B', 'B' for Balthazar or Belsita?"

"Always with the classical names huh?" Stimpy teased. "Ya know they might call him Balls for short, or ta' tease 'em, you know how kids are."

"Don't I though! Ah, when you're right, you're right."

This continued on until it was Ren's turn to pick 'R' names.

"Dont even suggest that, I don't like eet!"

"Oh come now, if he's a he and you're his daddy, he'll be Ren Junior!"

"Keed's gotta have hees own indenteety. We can geeve him my meeddle name, but that's eet."

"You're gonna be such a good father, ya know that, Renny?"

Ren buried his face into Stimpy's belly, hiding his big idiot grin from view of his beloved moron. He sure hoped Stimpy was right. He pressed ear to abdomen, hearing the sounds of dinner but pretending he heard the teensiest little heartbeat behind the digestion. So much of his identity, within the last twelve hours, was now primed on slashing fear from his quintessence and burning bravery into its place. Even if it took some pretending to achieve mastery, something had ignited in him today. Perhaps the flirtation of chance with destiny had reformed him. He would do everything he could to be the better version of himself from here on, no matter how hard he had to fight his demons. With his cheek snug against Stimpy's belly, he talked to the little life inside telepathically, convincing it that it was in good hands so long as Ren Höek walked this world. He would bet every last material good he owned that the baby answered him back, forging a lifelong connection. He was finally holding on to letting go. He felt like the baby was already in his arms, looking up at him as the great protector he knew himself to be. It was bliss. Pure unequivocal bliss.

"I can't wait to meet you, Reecardo."

"I like that, Ren. I like that a lot."

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