i got feels all over the place man

You’re Mine (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Pairing: Yoongi x Reaader

Genre: CEO!Yoongi, smutty smut smut with a hint of angst and fluff

Warnings: Spanking, rough sex(?), dirty talk (a lot of it), slight cum play

Summary: “The Jeon’s are going to be there and I can already see their father gloating about how his son, Jeon-fucking-ladies-man-Jungkook, is the youngest of his kids and become an owner of his own business even though all he does is go and fuck girls behind his father’s back.” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he spoke, getting angrier by the second.

Word Count: 2,946 words

A/N: I feel like this is all over the place. I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted anon :((( feedback is always appreciated though!

“Don’t forget we’ve got that banquet with the CEO’s tonight,” you glanced down at the iPad in your hands, looking at the schedule for your boss, boyfriend and CEO, Min Yoongi.

“Six hours of being stuck with selfless assholes does sound like fun, doesn’t it?” He questioned, picking up his coat from the back of his chair, getting ready to head home.

“I’m going to be coming with you too Yoongi, besides, it can’t be that bad.”

“The Jeon’s are going to be there and I can already see their father gloating about how his son, Jeon-fucking-ladies-man-Jungkook, is the youngest of his kids and become an owner of his own business even though all he does is go and fuck girls behind his father’s back.” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he spoke, getting angrier by the second.

“Yoongi,” you spoke up, walking towards him and placing your hands around his neck, giving his nose a small kiss, “Calm down babe.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just-”

“I know you’re stressed, but it’s going to be fine. You haven’t had any problems with CEO’s like Mr Jeon before and I know that it’ll go smoothly this time. You’ve sweet talked your way through agreements before and I know it’s going to be fine.”

“How do you know that princess?”

“Mm, maybe because you’re Min Yoongi, and my extremely talented and good looking boyfriend.”

“Great answer baby,” Yoongi let out a small laugh before giving you a kiss. “Let’s go home and get ready for the next few hours of torture coming our way.”

You know Yoongi was holding back. It had been ages since the last time you two had…for more of a crude term, fucked because of how busy the company was with the changes it was going through with. He’d had to stay late nights and have early mornings for the past few weeks and he was clearly stressed. You had bought him food of course, and reminded him how to sleep but the company was thinking about merging with the Park’s and it created a whole lot of stress.

“Tell again why you think it’s a good idea to wear that dress to this? You know rich bastards will be looking at you.” Yoongi didn’t understand what was going through your mind at that time.

“Well, for one, I know you like it, a lot,” You glanced up, sending a flirty wink to Yoongi, “And also,because it is formal and suited for this occasion.”

The idea of wearing one of the tightest dressed that fitted you but still made you look formal and presentable and tease Yoongi for the night, was one that made you smile to yourself that night. Throughout the entire drive to the the event, Yoongi’s eyes couldn’t be averted from you, but mostly he kept on staring at your curves.

As you two walked into the elegantly decorated mansion, he kept an arm draped around your waist at all times, clouded eyes looking down into yours at some times. You could tell he was turned on and a little mad due to what you were wearing, but that didn’t keep you from pressing yourself up against him at times.

“Ah, Yoongi! How lovely to see you,” Mr Jeon came up to the both of you with a glass of champagne in his hand, a wide smile overtaking his face but both you and Yoongi knew it was all for show. Everyone who was anyone knew The Min’s and the Jeon’s were enemies, more so because of the Jeon’s always wanting to outdo the Min’s in everything.

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Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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BTS Reaction 2 Calling Out Your Insecurities In A Heated Argument

Requested by anon: “Can you do that argument isecurety thing you did for monstax but for bangtan boys??? Thank you!! Love the reactions you’ve done so far!!”            

You sure can and I’m glad you like my reactions and so sorry this was like reeeeeeeaaaaallllly late…

*gifs are not mine*

Jin: Lately Jin would just snap at the littlest things. Currently you were arguing about the dishes not being cleaned since he left the house earlier. “Okay I forgot. Sorry.” He glared. “Sorry? You’ve been sitting here like some fat man all day. If you actually lost some weight have some energy!” You gasped. “Wow…” He instantly apologized but at the moment you just wanted to be left alone.

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants

Yoongi: You were feeling down about your decision to switch careers Yoongi knew how insecure you felt about not being able to succeed. When he called it out in an argument you had, you ended up leaving your little place you two got together. He called you over and over and left messages apologizing for what he said. He felt super bad because he was the one to build up your confidence, not bring it down.

Originally posted by beui

Hoseok: In a past relationship, your s/o often commented on your weight and how you needed to lose weight. You’ve told Hobi all of this and he’s been nothing but good to you. You still felt some doubt, but you tried to push it aside. Hobi and you were arguing over something stupid. It got too heated, and words were exchanged. He yelled, “If you would just mind your own business and focus on your weight then we wouldn’t be arguing!” Instant regret flashed across his face. “Y/N I’m so sorry. I-I,” he couldn’t even finish his sentence.

Originally posted by junghoshikie

Namjoon: You had a problem with one of your arms. One arm was longer than the other and that really bugged you. When you both argue, it never got too far. One day the argument got too heated and Namjoon made a hurtful comment about your arms. Complete silence. You were more hurt than anything. He just stood there. not knowing what to say. His heart sank when he saw your hurt face. He knew he messed up big time.

Originally posted by jimintensify

Jimin: When you two argue, you both say things that are mean but it’s never about how you physically look. You two got into an argument and for some reason Jimin wanted to make you really angry. He bashed on your age, because you were older than him (and if you’re younger, he bashed on you being younger than him). “Oh my gosh! I’m-” “Save it!” You stormed out, not really letting him say anything to you. Tears began falling down his face. He was shocked that he even said what he did.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Taehyung: His hand covered his mouth and his eyes widened. He couldn’t believe what just came out his mouth. How could he hurt you. He hurried and took your face into his hands. He began kissing your eyelids, trying to stop your tears from falling. He just kept saying sorry, I’m so sorry over and over and over again.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook: He backed away as soon as he hurt you with what he said. He couldn’t get the way you looked out of his mind. The pure hurt he saw in your eyes hurt him deeply. He’d beat himself up over it. He just hurt the person he loved the most. He would keep to himself for awhile, not knowing how to approach you.

Originally posted by sugutie

Take a Little Time

So this a request that I’ve been meaning to fulfill for too long and I’m sorry it’s taken so long. @ambrosegirlforever messaged me a few months ago asking for this fic to be written and I started it, then walked away from it, then edited it, then started it again. Now here it is, and I really hope you enjoy it, love.

Summary: Reader gets wasted one night in a bar dealing with all the frustrating emotions that come from dating Finn Balor. Her loving boyfriend comes to her aid, then fluff and smut ensues.
Warnings: Fluff, smut, 
Word Count:3191

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The King Is Back

Title: The King Is Back

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, and a few others

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warning: We got some angst and we got some smut

A/N: This is my submission for @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps #Stephs 500+ Followers and Birthday Challenge. My song was Devil In Disguise by Elvis Presley, lyrics are italic and bold. Enjoy!!!

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Slamming another shot, she looked around the bar, her eyes landing on a man staggering between pool tables. Signaling the bartender, she ordered another round before walking over to him.

“Hey handsome, need a partner?”

Dean spun, staggering back a little into the pool table behind him, dragging his eyes up and down her body. “Mmm, I bet you’d make one hell of a partner sweetheart.”

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Punctured Love

A/N: Drabble request for anon​. Imagine in which the reader is terrified of needles, and Jax knows it, so tells her it’s okay that she not get his crow tattooed on her. Enjoy, anony!

You sat in the waiting room, bouncing your leg as you waited for the nurse to call you in.
“It’s alright, I’ll be there the whole time.” Jax reassured you, his hand sliding down your thigh, squeezing it.
You didn’t reply, forcing yourself to stop bouncing your leg for all of a minute before starting up again.
It was only a blood test, but as much as you psyched yourself up, telling yourself it would be fine, just like every other time, you still sat in that chair as though you were waiting for the electric chair.
“Y/N?” The nurse called.
Your head snapped up, but you were frozen in your chair.
“Come on, babe, it’s okay.” Jax said, helping you up.
Walking into the nurse’s office, you sat on the bed, Jax next to you.
The nurse began the process, placing the band around your arm and tightening it. She began to feel around for the vein and you began to shake.
“You okay, sweetheart? If you feel like you’re gonna pass out, you tell me.”
You nodded and Jax squeezed your hand.
“Breathe, baby, in through the nose, out through the mouth, that’s it.”
“I promise, I won’t put the needle in until I’ve found a vein. Just relax and it’ll be over in a minute.” The nurse added.
You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, but you kept your gaze locked on Jax’s, following him along in his breathing technique. Sweat formed on your brow, and your cheeks flushed red as you felt the slight pinch of the needle.
“You’re doing great, Y/N, nurse is nearly done.”
You nodded, still breathing heavily, wincing slightly as you felt the needle being pulled out.
“All finished. Now sit there a moment, drink this cup of water, you’re a bit pale and I don’t want you getting up straight away.” The nurse said, handing her a paper cup.
You sipped at it while the nurse placed a cotton ball and tape over the area she’d drawn blood from. The nurse let you leave once she was happy with your breathing and colouring of your face.
Jax lead you out to the car, and the minute you were buckled in, you relaxed completely.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah, thanks for that. Sorry I got freaked out.”
“All good darlin’.” He smiled at you. 
“How about we get burgers and ice cream, spend the night watching your favourite movies?”
You agreed, looking forward to a quiet evening in with your man.


Settling into bed for the evening, you lay with your head on Jax’s head, listening to the rain pouring outside. You felt so lucky to have him. Jax was so kind and caring, protective, and he loved you so deeply. 
He shifted underneath you, rolling towards you. He lay there, stroking your hair and smiling at you for a short while.
“I’m so glad I found you.” He said.
Blush rose in your cheeks. “I’m glad I found you, too.”
“I’ve been thinkin’. I really love you, and there’s no one else I want to do life with. Will you marry me? Be my Old Lady?”
It took a moment for the idea to register in. Jax wanted to marry you. You’d be his Old Lady, his wife. Pure joy was quickly replaced with a nauseating squeeze in your stomach.
Being an Old Lady meant getting your Old Man’s crow. Which meant a whole lot of needles. Which you hated.
“I haven’t even got pierced ears!” You exclaimed, sitting up.
“Huh?” Jax asked.
“I can’t get a crow tattoo! I can’t get any tattoos! Sooooo many needles!”
You felt the panic rising within you. You felt awful. Jax wanted to spend his life with you, and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. But even the idea of being the wife of an outlaw biker club was less terrifying that a bunch of needles pricking your skin at once.
You heard Jax chuckle and turned to look at him laying on his back, staring up at you.
What caught your sight next was the diamond ring he was holding out to you.
“You don’t have to get my crow, babe. I’m not gonna force you to get a tattoo. I already know you’re mine, and that ring will tell anyone who doesn’t know. Or anyone who needs reminding.”
Your hand covered your mouth, the other reaching out, holding the delicate piece of jewellery between your fingers.
Jax sat up, cupping your cheek in his hand, wiping a stray tear you hadn’t noticed had fallen.
“So, is that a yes?”
“Yeah!” You said, and Jax pulled you in for a deep, slow kiss.
He slid the ring on your finger and you studied it, loving the feel of it.
“Now, I still would like you to have my crow.” Jax said, shuffling over on the bed towards the edge.
“You what?” You asked, wondering how on Earth you were going to pull that off.
Jax leant over the side of the bed, pulling up a long, flat box, handing it to you.
You opened it, pulling out what was inside.
A black t-shirt, “Jax’s Old Lady” printed on it in white, looking like a kutte patch.
You grinned, clutching the fabric like it was precious.
“Turn it over.”
Doing as you were told, you were met with an intricate crow design covering much of the back of the shirt. It was beautifully detailed, in the same white ink as the writing on the front.
“Wow, Jax.” You breathed out, rendered speechless. It was such a kind gesture, and you didn’t think you could love Jax anymore than you did until that moment.
“I got Happy to design it for me and got it printed on the shirt. I still have the design, so if anything happens to the shirt, we’ll go get another printed.”
You giggled, shaking your head.
“I love it so much. And I love you, Jax Teller.
“I love you too, future Mrs Teller.”

Savage is going DOWN!

Hi! How are you, my darling little wings? We’ve reached the 70+ little wings!!! I’m sooo happy!!!

Thank you @talesfromthecreed​  for requesting again! I happy you liked the other one and I’m sorry for the waiting, and I hope you like this one too!!!

Serie: Part1  Part2 (here you are!) Part3 

Promp: Yasss I love it!! OOO JUST GOT ANOTHER IDEA! this same reader, who everyone is so protective of, gets kidnapped by Vandal Savage. Ooo rip savage

After the last stunt you pulled, let’s say the team wasn’t very happy with you.

They won’t let you go on missions, or go with Len and Mick to “investigate” the bars on the time you were.

“Please! I want to go with you please, Captain.”

“No, (y/n).” Rip said. You pouted.

“pwease” You pulled your secret weapon.


Rip stern face melted slowly….

“Argh, alright-“


“BUT! If you do something than threatens the mission, or your health. You will be going straight home, you understand missy?”

“Aye aye captain!” You saluted him and then ran towards your room to gather your weapon.

As he saw you ran toward your room he sighed.

“I got a bad feeling about this”


The mission was “easy”.

As easy as trying to stop an immortal man who wants to kill you.


You got separated from your time for a moment.

A moment that Vandal Savage took advantage of.

“What the Fumdfj-“suddenly your world went black

“You will have to do.”


“(y/n)? (y/n) where are you? “ Rip yelled.

“She was behind me a minute ago!” Sara said. “She can’t be very far”

Rip looked all over the place, when he saw a piece of paper on the grown that said:

“You did it again, Rip Hunter.”

The scream Rip let escape was so agonic and broken that broke all the hearts of the people reading this.

Yes, even yours.


“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT SAVAGE “THE COLD HEARTER KILLER” HAS HER?” Len screamed at Rip, Sara and Kendra had to leave the room as the news brought an anxiety attack. Fear clutched the heart of your fellow legends.

“I won’t stay here meanwhile my little sister is in danger because YOU “captain” weren’t able of looking after her.” Leonard said.

“I won’t stay here, too.  I suggest we attack him now and then we set everything on fire with him in there”

“If he as much as touches her-“Carter said.

“I’m going to kill him. But this time, permanently” Kendra entered the room, Sara not far behind and both with their suits on.

“It’s better if you stay here, Captain. As it seems you really only care for you mission” Len said being as hurtful as he could. Everyone followed Kendra and Len toward the exit, mind set on killing Vandal Savage.

Letting their captain alone, blaming himself.

He had lost his son once, and now

He lost you.

His dear daughter.

(Even though he didn’t tell you he felt that way)







You waked up, being tied up in a chair in a dark room. Your mouth was gagged.

Where the hell were you?!


Ohhhhohoh when you get your hands on that asshole….

“Sleep well, princess?”


“Oh, it’s true. You can’t talk.”

You glared at him, your insults muffled by the gag.

“And when you aren’t of use for me, you won’t be able to breath.” He smirked.

Your eyes widened in fear, hot tears contrasting with the cold feeling traveled all over your body.


Please, Len, Mick, Sara, Kendra, Carter, Jax, Martin, Ray, Rip, anyone!



The team was hidden in the bushes outside the building were he got you held.

“Let’s get inside! Right now!” Said Jax, getting up from his position.

“NO,” Said Len. “We have to have a plan.”

Mick grabbed Jax by his shirt and pulled him to the ground again.

“Snart is right, we need a plan. We can’t fail.” Sara said.

“This is what we are going to do…”


Vandal was sitting in front of you, amused.

Your glaring was so …


“I got to say, I see what Hunter sees in you. You and his son have the same defiance in your eyes. I tried to save the kid, you know. I gave him the option but he chose to spit me in my face. That was the last thing he did.” His smirk widened.

A loud noise halted Savage on his next words. Your eyes beamed with hopefulness.

“mgh teanmgh iz goingf tu krul yu.” You said Snartilly.

“What did you said?!” Said the man, removing your gag.

“My team is going to kill you” You smirked like a Snart.

Like brother like sister, eh (y/n)??

Savage angrily shoved the gag in your mouth and leaved you there, he grabbed his gun and went in search for your team.


Meanwhile Rip had his own plan. His team mates were going to be the bait and he was going to enter by a secret back door.

And if there is no secret back door

He will make that secret back door with his bare hands.

Nobody steals his baby from him twice.










The team separated in two different teams, Len, Mick, Ray and Kendra, Carter, Sara, Martin and Jax.

Kendra and Carter went the first with Sara and Firestorm close behind. They separated from Len’s team so they would be able to find you sooner.

They turned a corner when Kendra made them stop.

“What’s wrong, Ken-“Sara started until she was shushed by Kendra.

“Somebody is following us.”

“What the h-“  Firestorm turned toward the noise.

“GET DOWN!” Sara screamed


You heard the guns and the scrams of rage of your teammates and tried to get free of your bounds. Your scrams were muffled by your gag.

Suddenly a faint voiced greeted your ears.


“Ripuh” Your eyes beamed at him. “Ripu halp mu.”

“Shush now, darling. We don’t want attention draw toward us.” Rip smiled at you. He untied you and removed the gag. You bolted out of the chair and hugged Rip tight, he smiled in the embrace and hugged you back. His face hided in your hair, smelling your sweet perfume. A few tears picked at his eyes. Your eyes flooded with tears as you sobbed in Rip’s neck meanwhile Rip hand softly caressed your hair.

“Shush, darling. You’re safe, now. We’re going home.”


In your way out you found Kendra, Sara, Carter and Firestorm who upon seeing you ran towards you and tackled you like football players. Crying their eyes out as they hugged you tightly.

So tightly, that your face turned blue.

“Guys you’re choking her!” Rip said and the other stopped and separated from you and you could breathe again.

“You had us worried sick! Don’t you dare do that again!” Firestorm said.

“ Wow, Jax, Dr Martin, you were right, you look awesome as Firestorm!”

That made them soften their glaring at you.

Your charm still worked.




“We should go search for the others” Sara said.

“Yes, let’s go. (y/n) stay behind me, I will protect you.” Rip said, caressing your cheek lovingly.

The team looked at their captain with a half touched half jealous.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Said Carter.

Your team made their way, until you fond the other part of your family having a gun fight/ laser tag with Vandal Savage. Upon seeing him, a snarl made its way to Kendra’s face who tacked Savage and beating him to a pulp. Carter soon joined her in her fight.

Len and Mick tock of their glasses off and looked at you in the eye. You smiled sweetly.

“uhh Hi!” You waved.

Mick ran towards you and scoped you in his arms, hugging you hard meanwhile twirling you around.

“(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)! you’re safe! Don’t you dare get kidnaped again, comprende?”

“Alright” you hugged him back.

Len snatched you from Mick’s arms and kissed your face several times while hugging you.

“You had me so worried, (y/n). You should have stayed in Central with Lisa.”

You kissed his cheek and smiled at him. “I’m sorry, big brother.”

All your team returned towards the ship

Having to tear Kendra and Carter from Vandal Savage’s unconscious bleeding body.


The team drowned you in hugs and kisses. When you got to the Waverider:

Jax and Martin hugged you and forced you to see Gideon in the med bay.

Sara waited for you in your room and keep you company (Aka tell you how the team acted when they saw you weren’t there) and Ray came with your weapon that he had improved.

Then in came Kendra and Carter, who kissed your forehead and brought you dinner.

After them Len and Mick came and stayed caressing your hair and telling how much you mean to them and how they love you until you fell asleep.

Lastly Rip entered and sat next to you in the bed, caressing your hair and kissing your eyelids.

“You mean so much to me, (y/n). I don’t know how, but you broke the ice in my heart. You are my baby girl”

“I love you, Darling.”

“I love you to, daddy Rip” You smiled at him sleepily. He smiled as tears leaked from his eyes.

You made a spot in the bed for Rip and he lied down next to you and you hugged him, your head leaning on his chest, falling sleep immediately. Rip smiled and kissed your head.

“Sleep well, my darling princess”

The end.

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Reaction #27: Obliviate Part II

Obliviate Reaction: Part I | Part II 

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion



He watched as you held hands with your new boyfriend in the cafe. Your love for him not gone, he knew just erased. The danger was still around, yet he could do nothing to stop it.  He looked away as Minseok who he brought with him kicked him under the chair.

“Your muttering spells again.”  He whispered as Baekhyun nodded. Both getting up to leave.  When he looked back he made eye contact with you and took in a deep breath unable to hide his emotions. Yours of confusion walked across yours as you wondered why did this beautiful man look so pained in front of you.

Originally posted by dearbyun



As you were walking out of the coffee shop you, saw the back of someone.  Someone you knew you loved and missed dearly but couldn’t figure out who.  Running you grabbed his arm as he paused, turning wide-eyed to one he realized it was you.  

“Ah, I’m sorry.”  You whispered  realizing you pulled over someone else that wasn’t him.  “I thought that you were someone else.”   You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion as you let go and quickly walked away.  Sehun gripped Chanyeol’s arm stopping him from following you as his eyes filled with tears.  

“Not yet.” He whispered as you turned the corner.  

“She’s looking for me but she doesn’t even remember me.”  Sehun pulled Chanyeol into the alley as he pulled out his wand.

“Apparition.”  Sehun muttered with his hand on his arm.  

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol



He looked in your window.  Sitting on the roof of the opposite building. You had just woken up from another nightmare.

“Why do you do this to yourself Baekhyun asked as he stood. Behind his friend. 

“Why do you?”  Baekhyun remained quiet as Jongdae stood trying to wish you calm once more. “She gets panic attacks in her sleep. I used to calm her down but now.”  He watched as you paced back and forth frightened and breathing out of control.  “I feel helpless.”  He spoke as he Baekhyun placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We all do.”  

Originally posted by royaldyo


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Assist Me Part 9 (Epilogue)

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger

Word Count:2054

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Last part! Thank you for reading this series!

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Originally posted by spockvarietyhour

Aladdin was Bucky’s favorite movie. The colors, the plot, the characters – he loved it all. And deep down, he even though wouldn’t admit it, Aladdin reminded him a lot of himself, because he too had lied to impress a girl he liked. But you loved the movie as well, and after several movie nights with you in which he insisted on seeing the movie, he could easily quote some of the scenes and sing some of the songs.

For security reasons, most of your dates with Bucky were spent in the tower, and if not, at your place. Most of your dates were movie nights, and Tony would occasionally help you two illegally watch a movie that was out in the theaters at the time. While movie nights were fun, you despised being constrained to only spending time together indoors. Your adventurous nature made you desire to go places, not solely talk and watch movies in a room.

Today though, Bucky had other plans. When you arrived at the tower, F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted Bucky you were there. He checked himself in the mirror, sprayed himself with cologne he stole from Sam, and rushed out of his room. Tonight’s date night wasn’t going to be a movie night or game night, he had something bigger and better in mind, and he prayed it would all go well.

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Let me go..

This is Part IV to the Seth Rollins series. You can find the Masterlist here: Masterlist

Seth x Reader
Fluff, Angst, Smut
Y/N = Your Name
Word Count: 2,799

Tagging some awesome readers: @alexahood21 @little-miss-naill @reigning-in-manhattan @blondekel77 @ridingmoxley @rainbow-unicorn-pony @panic-angel3314 @m-a-t-91 @wweshield-imagines @1dluver13xx @thehardestbuttontobotton

Seth woke up to the sunlight shining through the curtains. Slowly he opened his eyes, still dizzy from sleep. He needed time to adjust his vision, wondering where he was. It was sometimes confusing being on the road, every morning you wake up somewhere else. He remembered memorizing Y/N’s face before falling asleep last night. He caressed her face, softly touching every inch of her, as if he was never going to let her go. He felt funny thinking like that about a one night stand. After all, that is all she was, wasn’t she? He is not sure anymore. He buried his face into the pillow, smelling her scent on it. Everything smelled of her. 

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In your hands

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: Swearing, masturbation, no actual penetration, dirty talk, bit of hair pulling, not a lot is going on right now

Word Count: 1630

i’m a sucker for the thought of bucky beating his meat. also i’m kinda down for anything that doesn’t contain *actual* penetration?? so enjoy if you’re one and the same (plus if you have any smut about bucky jerking it, send it to me thanks)

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

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The Joker x Reader - “Forgive and Forget”

You are 8 months pregnant. The Joker didn’t want the baby at all and you had a terrible fight. Again. In the heat of the moment, he pushed you down the stairs, wanting to get rid of both of you once and for all. This is something you can never forgive…or forget.

Best friends saga: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153980061476/the-joker-x-reader-best-friends




You scream in pain while the doctor is cutting and snipping at your body under the bloody sheets. After that terrible fall you started feeling worse and worse and by the end of the day your bleeding won’t stop. The Joker brought you the doctor you usually use at your hideout and he is trying the best to help, but the situation doesn’t look too good.

“Would you give her something for the pain so she will shut up?” the Joker sighs, annoyed, watching you squirm from his chair.

“You…you son a bitch, you pushed me…” you utter through your clenched teeth, panting, feeling dizzy from the pain.

“I didn’t mean to,” he bitterly replies.

“Yes, yes you did, you never do anything you don’t mean…” you whisper, wanting him dead for what happened.

“Busted,” he smirks. “I don’t want you or your stupid kid, why didn’t you just die, hmmm? It would have been easier on everybody.”
Normally words like this wouldn’t hurt you, but now the circumstances are different.

“Shut up, don’t say that!” you beg him, holding tight to your sheets while the doctor injects you with a mild pain killer. He can’t give you something stronger because you’re pregnant. It doesn’t help too much but it’s better than nothing.

“I say whatever the hell I wanna say. And stop whining, you’re a hit woman, one of the best, so just tough it out, God dammit!” he scoffs, his eyes burning holes through you.

“I’m going to kill you for trying to get rid of my baby, I swear!” you scream, taking deep breaths, trying not to push. The doctor told you it’s not a good idea so you are trying to do just that.

“Well, fuck, just do it then,” he mutters, getting up from his chair. He takes the gun from his holster and comes to your bed, places it in your hand, then points it at his forehead. “Do it! Free shot! Come on! Do it!” J snickers, looking you in the eyes. Your hand is shaky from the agony you’re going through but you really want to pull the trigger. After a few seconds you just lower your hand, then you press it on the Joker’s chest, giving the gun back to him.

“Get out! I never want to see you again, you monster,” you whisper, feeling another wave of contractions will hit you soon. “Get out, NOW!!!” you shout as loud as you can.
“Gladly,” he smiles, placing his gun back in his holster. “I don’t need you, I don’t need anybody.”

You watch him getting out of the room and you hate yourself for that little part inside of you wanting him to stay.

“Come on, Frost, let’s go!” the Joker urges his henchman that was waiting at the door for him.

“Sir, how is she doing?” Jonny asks, starting to walk besides his boss.

Frost suddenly hears you scream and stops in his tracks. J continues to walk.

“Move it, I don’t have all night!” J growls at his henchman.

“Why…why are you leaving, sir?”

“Because I don’t want to be here, I don’t care,” he shakes his head, amazed Jonny didn’t get it yet.

“With all due respect, boss, I am going in there and I am going to stay with her, she shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“Wh-what?! I told you to come with me,” he licks his silver teeth, getting mad.

“She’s my best friend, sir, and you know it. I am going to stay with her.”

Frost turns his back on the Joker and starts walking to the room where you are kept.

Suddenly, J pushes him against the wall, getting in his face, irritated as hell.

“You dare defying me???!!!”

They stare at each other for a while until Frost slowly unclenches the Joker’s fists from his shirt.

“Sir, she shouldn’t be alone, both of them could die, do you realize that?…”
The Joker takes a deep breath, releasing his hold.

“I fucked up,” he slowly says, stepping back. “But then again I always do so it doesn’t matter.”

He passes his fingers through his hair and begins to walk towards the exit. In a moment of weakness, you scream his name when your pain reaches unbearable heights again.

J stops for a few moments, biting his lips, then covers his ears and runs out.

Frost pulls himself together and steps inside, trying to hide his grimace when he sees so much blood.

Jesus Christ, he thinks, scared for your life. In the meantime the doctor hooked you up to an IV and he’s trying to keep you conscious for as long as possible.

“Jonny, come here,” you faintly smile, exhausted, signaling him to come by you.

“How are you holding up, Y/N?” he frowns, taking your hand and kissing it.

“Not too good…He left?” you ask, feeling tears building up in your eyes.

Frost nods a yes and he squeezes your hand tighter, trying to comfort you.

“Promise me something, Jonny,” you plead with shaky voice.

“Anything, you know that…”

“If I die and my daughter survives, please don’t let him kill her. Please! Please take care of her and don’t give her away ! Would you do that for me?”

“He’s not going to kill her and you are not going to die, ok? Everything will be fine.”

“Oh, Jonny, you are such a bad liar,” you try to joke, bringing his fingers to your red, sweaty face. He caresses your cheek, not liking the fact that it’s so hot. You close your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N, do you remember when we were 14 and I asked you to marry me?”

You open your eyes again and look at him. You giggle a little bit.

“How could I forget?” you place your right palm against his, looking at your tattooed wedding rings. “We were so stupid we got these tattooed on the wrong hand.”

“My old man kicked my ass for this ink,” he laughs, trying to cheer you up.

“Mine too, I was grounded for 3 months,” you wink, but the discomfort you feel building up again all over your body makes you wince.

“I never told anybody what this means, do you know that?” he confesses, kissing your hand again.

“Me neither. I’ll never tell, it’s our little secret, right?”


“I should have married you at one point…” it’s the last thing you manage to tell him before letting out a loud scream.

“You should have,” Frost mumbles while the doctor starts moving around the bed frantically.

“She’s bleeding too much; I really have to stop the bleeding. Y/N, don’t push, please!”
“I…I…can’t…I’m trying…” you answer, loudly breathing. You let your head slip back on the pillow, all of the sudden feeling very tired.

“Y/N, don’t fall asleep,” Jonny sighs, struggling to keep you awake.

You didn’t fall asleep; you actually fainted from the blood loss.

As soon as your eyes closed, The Joker rushed inside the room, screaming at the doctor with the gun in his hand:

“If she dies, you die and everybody that you ever loved and cared for will die too, got it???!!!!”

There’s no way for you to know, but he came back after Frost got inside and waited at the door, listening. J actually almost made it to his car when something weird took place: he suddenly felt a strange pain in his chest and he thought his heart stopped for a few seconds. He stood there, trying to breathe, not understanding what is happening to him. He took another step and then all he was able to do was not to move, stunned, realizing that what he was feeling was probably remorse and regret. But he wasn’t too sure since he always told himself he really has no feelings.

The doctor was able to save you and the baby and when you woke up the only one still with you was Frost. The Joker didn’t want you to know he came back but Frost told you anyway. You didn’t care; all you cared about was to run away into safety, as far away from Gotham and HIM as possible.


You covered your tracks very well, jumping from one identity to another in the following year, moving from LA to Boston, New Jersey to Washington, and now New York for the next month or so. You barely keep in touch with Jonny too, afraid the Joker might sniff you out.

You are heading back to the house on the lonely alley that leads to your fence, holding your daughter in your arms. She keeps on talking gibberish, pulling your earring with her tiny hand.

“Auchie, Evie, that hurts, baby girl. Stop doing this to mommy, will you?” you bounce her into your other hand, starting to look for the keys in your purse.

“Need help with that, Baby Doll?”

Your hand freezes on your handbag and you slowly lift your eyes to see J right in front of you. You gulp, panicked, holding your daughter tighter and turning sideways so you can protect her better in case he tries something.

“How…how did you find me?” you wince, wishing you had at least a knife on you.

“I…ummm, persuaded good ol’ Jonny to tell me. You know I can be very convincing,” he tries to joke but it freaks you out. “Don’t look so scared…Mrs. Frost. I took the liberty of looking through your mail box. Now, that was a shock!” he dramatically gestures with his shoulders. “I didn’t know that was one of your identities, Princess. Now, are you coming back and work for me again? I have a huggeee black list for you to take care of.”

“Go to hell!” You gather your courage and start walking, passing him by as fast as you can. His grin freezes on his lips when he notices how upset you are. You lift Evie higher on your hip and she keeps on waving at her dad, happily smiling for some reason, probably liking his green hair. As the distance between you two grows, you hear him say:

“She looks just like you.”

You keep walking, trying to get to the door when you realize the porch is full of flowers so you can’t even get there. You start kicking the flowers, annoyed and the frustration building up inside you makes the tears rolls on your face without you even noticing. Why did he have to find you? Now you have to move again, and fast.

“Can I see her?” The Joker’s voice is right behind you and you turn towards him, holding Evie so tight she starts whimpering, uncomfortable. You fastly wipe your tears with one hand, backing out.

“If you touch my daughter I WILL kill you, mark my words! Why are you here? Leave us alone, you didn’t want us!” you yell so loud it makes you tremble.

Evie starts crying, scared; she doesn’t know what’s going on. You try to soothe her, rocking her in your arms while staring at the Joker’s blue eyes, completely ready to do something crazy if you have to.

“I’m dying…” he whispers, looking away, hoping you will feel sorry for him.

“We all die!” you shout, kissing Evie’s head and stepping back again when he comes towards you.

“I don’t have much left so I guess you could say karma is a bitch, hmmm? Cancer is going to kill me soon so I just wanted to see you one more time.”

“Please go away,” you whisper. You are so distracted and tense you barely hear what he’s saying.

“Don’t you feel sorry for me?”

“No, I know you’re lying, you bastard, I can always tell when you lie!” you huff, trying to find your keys again.

“Yeah, you could always tell when I bluff, one of your special talents…” the Joker sadly smiles, taking another step towards you.

“Stay right there, I mean it!” you threaten him, aggravated, wiping more tears from your face. Evie buries her little head with ponytails in your chest, cooing.

“Can I hold her?”
“You must be shitting me! Try to touch her and you’ll see what happens to you!!!” you start bowling, finally getting the keys out of your purse and trying to open the door.

“Here, let me help you,” he tries to reach around you and you push him away, crying so hard you can’t even see the lock.

“I said go away!!”

His hands grab you from behind, stretching to reach Evie too.

You struggle to escape and he presses himself against you, making you unable to move since you are holding your daughter too.

“Don’t touch my kid,” you beg him through tears, afraid he will hurt her. “Don’t you dare…”

“I am not doing anything, Princess, I just wanted to hug you both,” the Joker mutters in your ear before letting go, lifting his hands in surrender when you turn towards him. “Can I please hold her?” That’s a word he’s not too familiar with.

“No, never…” you shake your head in denial, forgetting to cry.

“Can you forgive me?”
You give him such a look he feels that weird pain in his chest again.

“N-never,” you cut him off. “I will never forgive or forget what you did.”

“And I don’t want you too,” he is fast in agreeing. “…Can I see her at least?”

“No, she’s upset,” you caress her back, leaning against the door, sniffling.

“Can I just sit here and look at you two?”

You close your eyes and slowly turn Evie towards him even if she fights it.

“Here she is, now leave,” you command, moving her back in the safety of your embrace after a few seconds.

“She really looks like you, baby Doll. And I like the name; but you could have asked me too when you chose it… Sorry, bad joke,” J sighs, seeing the sour expression on your face.

“Go away, J, I don’t want you here.”

“You know, it’s not a good feeling…not being wanted I mean.  Must have been worse for you, after what I did.”

“Don’t you dare playing your mind games with me!” you frown, rocking Evie again because she’s getting impatient.

“I’m not, I swear,” he reassures you, watching you unlock the door and getting inside your house. “Can I come in?”

“NO!” you slam the door in his face, locking it behind you.


You keep on watching him patrolling up and down your porch all night until you fall asleep with Evie on the couch.

When you open your eyes in the morning, it takes you a few seconds to realize she’s not there. Did she crawl down the couch? Sometimes she does that.

“Sweetie, where are you?” you ask, worried, starting to look around the living room, then head towards the kitchen when your heart stops: the Joker has Evie on the kitchen table, holding her waist while sitting on a chair in front of her.

“You are cute, you know that? You look like me too,” he smiles and her eyes get big, no doubt mesmerized by his silver teeth. “I can’t believe I almost killed you,” he talks in a low voice, stroking her cheek and she giggles. “Your dad is a jerk, did you know that?”

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing? How’d you get in here?” you shriek, darting to get her.

“Back door,” J points towards it, and you snitch Evie away. “It was opened.”

Dammit, with everything going on you forgot about the stupid back door.

“Out of my house, now!” you snarl, unhappy J touched Evie.

“I didn’t do anything to her, we just…caught up,” he cracks his fingers, yawning. “I’m so tired, didn’t sleep all night. Can I crush here?”
“No, get out!!!”
Evie is starting to reach her little hands for the Joker when he waves at her.

“See? She knows I’m her dad, lemme hold her, I think she likes my hair,” he snickers, happy at his little victory.

Evie keeps on reaching for him while you struggle to keep her calm.

“No, baby, he’s a bad man,” you tell her and she starts whimpering because she can’t get to him.

The Joker rises up and walks towards you with his arms reaching for his daughter.

“Come on, I want to hold her!”
She squirms really badly and whines until you finally let him have her.

“See? I’m not doing anything,” he emphasis, reaching for the back of his jacket with one hand. He takes out his gun and gives it to you:

“Here, it’s loaded; you can shoot me at any time. But I’m not going to hurt her.”

He then starts walking around the kitchen, lifting her up while she laughs and screams, delighted. It makes your skin crawl.

“I’ll never forgive you,” you remind him, aggravated.

“I don’t want you to,” he stops for a moment, looking your way, wanting to hug you but you will probably pull the trigger so he gives up on the idea. He starts playing with Evie again. “Can you please change your identity? Mrs. Frost sends shivers down my spine.”

“Don’t care,” you grouchily reply.

“Fair enough, hmm?” he addresses Evie while she bounces in his arms, excited. “Mom can keep it for a while.”



Heartlines - Part 5A

aka what happened to bucky at the end of part 5! this was so fun to write, hopefully you guys like it :) no reader, but a lot of bucky and tony antics featuring a special guest

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6Part 7, and  Part 8

Stark’s grand idea is to blast open the front door and start shooting shit up until Bucky explains that might loose them the element of surprise. So instead they knock twice, rather politely, and wait out in the hall of a five-story walk up in Queens for the door to open. Iron Man and the Winter Soldier. There’s probably a joke somewhere in here, but he’s too worked up to think about it.

“Great plan, Bucknasty,” Stark snaps, and Bucky rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “Now we’re just a couple of idiots hanging out on the doorstep, like Jehovah’s Witnesses or something.”

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Downfall [11]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 5,080

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18

The first thought that crosses Taehyung’s mind when he regains consciousness is if the child ever found his mother.

As his eyelids flutter open, he soon realizes that Dohyun’s trickery is the least of his worries. The last thing Taehyung can remember clearly is escorting the little boy to the parking lot after having no luck in the amusement park, hoping to find his mother by their family van. He only stood by the unassuming vehicle for a couple seconds before the door abruptly slid open behind him and a powerful strike landed on the back of his head, stunning him.

Now here he is, face down on the cold, dusty concrete, with his limbs tied and restrained behind his back.

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@carryon-countdown day nine: music

(guys i literally spent so long trying to find these songs pls like this)

“read my mind” by the killers: the teenage queen / the loaded gun / the drop dead dream / the chosen one

agatha wellbelove, the teenage queen:

penny bunce, the loaded gun:

baz pitch, the drop dead dream: 

simon snow, the chosen one:

Happy Birthday, librarian-amy!

May 22 - Thor and Steve friendship, something humorous involving IKEA or some other potentially frustrating building/repair project, please! for @librarian-amy

Written by @celiaequus

“This store, I like it,” Thor said, beaming as he looked around.  His voice was a bit loud, and Steve ducked his head, hoping the glasses would be enough disguise.  A few people looked their way, but most of them were too distracted to notice that there were Avengers in their midst.

“Yeah,” Steve said.  “It’s just a pity we have to follow the arrows.”

“But these ones bear our faces.”  Thor pointed to one of the arrows they were following.

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Pairing: onjongho

Rating: nc-17

A special thank you to taketaemtoyourleader because they are the bees knees and infinitely patient.

“Is everything ok in there?” Came a soft, gentle voice from behind the curtain in the doorway. Jinki pushed the curtain aside, barely glancing at the sales associate who had come to assist him after Jinki had pushed the call button on the side of the fitting room.

 "May I have this in a larger size?“ Jinki asked, gesturing toward the slacks he was holding, which felt like they were cutting off circulation to his thighs when he had tried them on. “They fit everywhere except my thighs, so I might just need one size up.”


 Jinki looked up, wondering if the man who had come to check on him had already left in search of the slacks Jinki needed, but he was still there. The sales associate had one hand against the doorframe to the fitting room, his eyes scrunched shut and his cheeks flushed a lovely deep red that reminded Jinki of the color of Jonghyun’s ass when they got done with a round of play, the color it had been this morning after Jonghyun had nearly caused Jinki to be late to a meeting for the second time this week.

 "Excuse me?” Was he ill? He didn’t look ill, he looked… Oh. Oh. Jinki let his eyes travel down the sales associate’s body. Cute face, beautiful tan skin, lips that looked like they belonged stretched around a cock but we’re currently parted slightly as the man’s chest moved quickly with his breathing. Jinki stopped briefly at the man’s chest to read his name tag before moving lower. Minho; his name was Minho, and, as his eyes travelled lower, Jinki could see Minho’s dick pushing against the front seam of his pants, stretching the fabric in a way that Jinki knew mustn’t be very comfortable. Dress pants didn’t often have a lot of give in the fabric. What had gotten this man so riled up, and so quickly? Jinki looked down at himself. He had remembered to rezip himself into his slacks, hadn’t he? Regardless, I know I’m big, but surely that wouldn’t send anybody into that state.

 "Are you ok?“

 Minho whimpered at the sound of the man’s voice. Smooth like honey, rough like a tongue running over his skin in all the right places. He could feel the customer’s eyes on him, traveling down his body, and he knew how obvious the man’s effect on him was, his slacks straining in the front. Minho knew how certain voices affected him; he wasn’t sure if it was a specific tone or pitch that got to him, and it didn’t happen often, but man was it happening now. He thought briefly that he should feel ashamed that he was acting like this in public with a man he had never spoken to before this moment, but Minho wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch himself. Or, better yet, ask the man with the siren’s voice to touch him.

 As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Minho’s eyes snapped open, the arousal in his brain dying as panic set in. How could he be so unprofessional? They had hundreds of people coming in and out of the department store every day, and never once had he behaved like this. But that voice. Minho felt like his nerves were on fire, and all he really wanted was to hear that voice again.

 "I-I’m sorry, sir,” Minho said, his voice rough and his eyes cast down. He brought his hands to his front, knowing that the customer was watching as he held his hands together in front of his body, hoping to shield his erection in the least obvious way possible. “May I ask what size those are so I can get you a larger pair?” Minho’s body was already anticipating the customer’s answer. He needed to hear that voice again, but he also wanted him to answer so that he could help him already and stop embarrassing himself.

 He looked up as he felt the customer moving toward him, his own large eyes meeting the dark ones in front of him. The face was smiling and Minho frowned. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted this man to open his mouth again and tell Minho exactly what he wanted. The thought crossed Minho’s mind that he would do anything that voice told him to, and his eyes dropped down again as he attempted to swallow past the dryness in his mouth.

 Jinki heard the gulp, smiling larger as Minho’s eyes fell to the ground again. Was he naturally this submissive? Or had something triggered it? Jinki was honestly puzzled as to why the sales associate had reacted to him like this in the first place, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. He liked how turned on he had made this man without trying, and he loved the reaction he received. Eyes turned to the floor, cheeks flushed, even the way the man had called Jinki “sir” in a professional context made him wonder what it might be like to hear it in another setting. Namely, Jinki’s bedroom, though he wouldn’t mind grabbing the sales associate and dragging him into the fitting room, closing the curtain, and seeing just how far he could push him. The thought had him smirking, wondering what Jonghyun would think.

 "Minho.“ He called the man’s name softly, watching as his head shot up to stare at Jinki with eyes that were dark and wet looking.

 "I’ll go get the pants myself; no need to trouble yourself.” He watched in satisfaction as Minho’s hands, still in front of his crotch, pressed down, whether in an effort to hide his arousal or to relieve it, Jinki wasn’t sure, but he listened to the panted breaths that fell from those beautiful lips. Ah. Maybe that was it.

 Minho could feel his breathing getting heavier, warm weight pooling low in his stomach. He fought it, pressing his hand to his erection in hopes that he could postpone the inevitable. Stop talking. No, keep talking. He couldn’t decide. He focused his eyes on the customer’s lips, watching as each sound came out, biting his own in order to keep back his sounds. This man probably thought he was a freak. Not only had he scared off a customer, which he would undoubtedly get in trouble for, but the customer would likely never return, leaving Minho without the pleasure that crashed in waves through his body from the sound of his voice.

 "My name is Jinki.“

 Minho’s eyes widened impossibly, filled with shame and so much arousal that Jinki’s eyes darkened. A whimper fell past his bitten lips, his hand now rubbing at the crotch of his pants, and Jinki chuckled lightly. He wouldn’t touch. He needed permission first, and this man was not mentally in a place where he could give it.

 "I’m going to leave now, but I’ll be back.” Jinki felt strangely like reassuring the man. He would be back. There was no way he would let someone like Minho slip from his grasp. Not when he could be trained, when Jinki had so much to teach him.

“Do you understand?”

 Minho nodded, automatically responding to the owner of that voice. The voice that now had him touching himself through his slacks, aching for him to just say one more word. He needed to come so bad. He ran his fingers over the head of his cock, sensitive even through the material of his dress pants and underwear, moaning. He forced his legs to move, walking into the fitting room and pushing himself against the wall, giving the customer, Jinki, room to get out. He couldn’t go out into the department store right now, not with how far gone he was, so he knew the safest plan of action was to wait it out until Jinki left and he had control of his body again.

 Jinki laid the too-tight slacks on the bench against the wall Minho was leaning on. He wanted to wait, to talk Minho to his orgasm, but he needed to leave. Minho seemed like he was already embarrassed, and Jinki couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if he had to worry about actually coming for a complete stranger. Jinki gathered his jacket up, slipping it on as he left silently, laughing quietly as he heard the other man’s frustrated groan.  

 When Jinki got home, Jonghyun was already asleep, sprawled out in the middle of the bed, as he tended to do when Jinki wasn’t sleeping with him. Either napping or out for the night, Jinki couldn’t tell; Jonghyun’s sleep schedule was somewhat erratic. Bending over the bed and shaking him awake gently, Jinki gave him a kiss on his sleep-swollen lips, telling him that they had something to talk about. Groggily, Jonghun turned over to face Jinki as Jinki seated himself on the edge of the bed, his hands reaching. Jonghyun’s fingers automatically grasped for Jinki’s shirt, clinging lightly as he turned and maneuvered himself to lay his head on Jinki’s thigh, huffing sleepily as the sheets tangled around his legs.

 "What is it?“ He asked, his jaw clicking as he yawned, trying to wrap his body around Jinki’s seated one.

 "I met someone.”

 At this, Jonghyun froze, his eyes opening fully with interest. “And?”

 Jinki relayed the whole story to him, running his hands through Jonghyun’s blond hair soothingly. He didn’t think that Jonghyun would be jealous, they’d invited others into their bedroom before, and Jonghyun had enjoyed it thoroughly each time, but Jinki already knew he wanted to try to make this more than a one-time thing with this Minho. If Jonghyun wasn’t ok with it, Jinki would drop it. He might like being the one in charge, but he never wanted Jonghyun to feel uncomfortable. Though, needy little thing that he was, Jonghyun was probably aching for more attention than Jinki was currently giving him. It had been a while since they’d invited someone else in.

 Jonghyun laughed when Jinki told him the story. “A voice kink, you think? I mean, you do have a nice voice, but that seems a bit odd.”

 Jinki swatted him lightly on the ass, liking the way Jonghyun’s hands tightened in the fabric of his shirt and his breath hitched a little. He’d barely touched him. “It’s no weirder than some of the shit you’re into,” Jinki reminded him.

 "I guess that’s true,“ Jonghyun nodded, his hands clenching and unclenching, wrinkling Jinki’s shirt. His ass felt warm where Jinki had swatted him, even though it had been a playful touch, not meant to arouse. He pushed his head closer to Jinki’s crotch, inhaling, feeling himself growing hard.

 "Again?” Jinki said, his voice lower.

 Jonghyun nodded. “Please?” His hands inched away from Jinki’s shirt, falling to the button at the top of his slacks.

 Jinki grabbed hold of Jonghyun’s wrists tightly, making Jonghyun whine. “Please what?”

 "Please, sir.“

 Jonghyun’s cheeks were flushed, and he pressed himself closer to Jinki’s thigh, but Jinki moved, rolling Jonghyun from his side to his back, pinning his wrists above his head as Jinki’s body arched over top. Jonghyun lay still as Jinki’s body hovered over his own. He’d already received one punishment today, and while he wouldn’t have minded another one, he figured he should at least try to be good for a little while.

 "Before we start, I have a few questions. First, would you like to meet Minho?”

 Jonghyun nodded, and he watched Jinki’s eyes narrow. Shit. Maybe he’d be getting a punishment sooner than he thought.

 "Yes, I’d like that very much, sir.“

 "Would you be ok with me inviting him to play with us?”

 "Yes, sir.“

 "If you’re uncomfortable at any time with him or what we do, I expect you to tell me. Do you understand?”

 "I understand, sir.“

 Jonghyun was starting to get anxious. His skin felt hot, and he wanted nothing more than Jinki balls-deep inside him. He struggled lightly against Jinki’s hands, watching as Jinki’s nostrils flared.

 "Good. Center of the bed, baby. You know how I want you.”


 Minho wasn’t counting, at least that’s what he told himself, but it had been two days. Two days and Minho was left stewing in his own doubts. What if he doesn’t come back? What if I embarrassed myself too much? What does he even want from me? Do I want him to come back? Minho’s face flushed. I do. He needed this man to come back, to use his beautiful voice to make Minho’s body do whatever he wanted. Minho wanted him. What if he comes in on a day I’m not working?

When Jinki came in to the department store, Minho was manning the dressing rooms again, and the poor man nearly jumped out of his skin when Jinki touched him on the shoulder, a soft sound of alarm leaving his lips. He must’ve been more wound up than I thought.

 Jinki smiled disarmingly and Minho’s eyes immediately focused on his lips, waiting for the words he was sure would come. When none came, Minho swallowed, his throat dry, before attempting to pull himself together.

“How can I help you, sir?”

 Jinki stepped closer, and Minho could feel his warmth. Would his body feel as good as his voice sounded?

 "I wanted to invited you out.“

 Minho’s eyes fluttered shut, fire spreading through his veins once more. The words that the man had just said hit him several moments later, and his eyes shot open again as he very articulately said, "Huh?”

 The man in front of him chuckled, and Minho swore the sound was pure sin. His slacks were tightening, and he shifted on his feet, trying to hide it. He knew it was no use, the man obviously knew what he did to Minho, but he tried anyway.

 "Come to dinner with me. With us. My boyfriend and me.  We wanted to talk with you, get to know you.“

 Boyfriend? If he has a boyfriend, then why is he here?

 "Yes,” Minho said, his voice strained. He was shocked by his own answer, but perhaps his thoughts hadn’t quite caught up with his mouth. Stupid. He has a boyfriend, so what could he possibly want from you?

 Jinki’s shoulders slumped a little, relieved. “When do you get off tonight?”

 Whenever you want me to. Or right now. The tightness in Minho’s slacks was becoming uncomfortable, and as much as he wanted to come, he really didn’t want to embarrass himself in that way quite yet. Jinki had barely spoken to him, and he was already like this.

 Minho glanced at his watch, struggling to read the hands when his brain was clouded and trying not to focus on the way Jinki said “get off.”

 "In-“ Minho cleared his throat. "In an hour or so.”

 "Do you like Thai food?“

 Minho nodded sharply, clenching his hands in an effort not to let them move to the front of his pants this time. He actually did like Thai food, very much.

 "Great!” Jinki smiled, and Minho felt some of the tension leak from his body. Jinki had a lovely smile, one that made his eyes crinkle up. “Why don’t you meet us at Thai Jasmine when you’re finished this evening? Do you need directions?”

 "No, I’ve been there before.“ Minho really liked the little Thai restaurant, and he felt relieved that they would be eating in a familiar place.

 "I’ll see you in a while, then,” Jinki said, flashing another smile before turning to head out of the store. When he reached the entrance, he turned, only to find Minho in the same spot he left him, his hands clutched tightly in his slacks, wrinkling the fabric. Chuckling to himself, he waved, waiting until Minho’s wide eyes met his and he waved shyly back before making his way out.

 Grabbing his phone, Jinki dialed Jonghyun’s number, beginning to talk as soon he heard the click of connection on the other end.

 "He said yes.“

"What? I don’t even get a hello anymore? You find a new guy and suddenly all phone courtesy flies from your mind.”

 Jinki laughed. He knew Jonghyun wasn’t angry. After their time together two nights ago, Jonghyun had been able to see how excited Jinki truly was for this, and how nervous. Jonghyun had to admit, he was beginning to build this up a little in his mind, and he hoped that Jinki was right about this guy.

 "I’m coming to pick you up. You’re still at the apartment, right?“

 "Yeah, I’m here…” Jonghyun hummed absently, sounding as though he was focused on something else. “Working. Wait. We’re meeting him now?”

 "In an hour. He’s meeting us for dinner after work.“

 "Jinki…” Jonghyun whined. “I look like shit. I’ve been working all day, so I haven’t taken a shower.”

 "Well, take one now.“ Jinki was at his car, and he unlocked the door, sliding into the front seat. "I’m leaving now, so you should have enough time.”

 He heard Jonghyun sigh and the click of a door that he could only imagine belonged to the office; Jonghyun liked to write in there, said it had the most breathing room.

 "Ok. Where are we going? How should I dress?“

 "Just Thai Jasmine. Nothing fancy. But Minho will probably be coming in his work clothes, so he’s dressed nicely, so…”

“Alright. I can work with that. What about that white sweater you like so much? And… Hm. Dark jeans?”

 A rush of pleasure shot through Jinki at the idea of Jonghyun wearing something because he liked it, and he smiled, starting his car.

 "That sounds perfect, baby. I’m leaving now, so I’ll be home soon, ok?“

 Jonghyun hummed his understanding. "I love you.”

 "I love you, too. Go shower.“


 When Minho got to the restaurant, the woman at the front, who, from previous visits, Minho knew was called Ploy, looked at him and smiled.

 "Just you today?”

 "Ah, no. I’m actually meeting someone. I mean, a couple friends.“

 "You can go look for them, if you think they’re here,” she said, grabbing two menus as a couple came in behind Minho. Minho nodded, moving past the entrance and further into the small restaurant. Most of the seating was in a large, wide-open space, but Minho knew if he turned the corner at the end of the restaurant, there was a smaller wing with a few tables and a small, gold and blue statue of an elephant.

 It was there that he found Jinki, and he was glad the restaurant wasn’t crowded, because it seemed like Jinki and his… Boyfriend… Were the only people in this wing.

 They were engaged in a quiet conversation, and Minho shivered in anticipation before gathering his courage and approaching the table.

 Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Jonghyun was the first to look up as Minho approached.

 "Cute,“ Jonghyun whispered to Jinki, whose head turned to watch as Minho made his way to their table.

 "He is,” Jinki confirmed, standing up as Minho reached them, his eyes looking focused on Jonghyun as he cleared his throat.

 "It’s nice to meet you,“ Minho said to the other man, Jinki’s boyfriend. "And thank you for inviting me.” His eyes traveled to where Jinki was standing, smiling at him comfortably.

 "Go ahead and sit down,“ Jinki said, gesturing to the other side of the table. Minho shivered and chose the chair across from Jinki rather than Jonghyun, eyeing the white-haired man nervously.

 Jonghyun took in everything about Minho, watching him appreciatively. He’s tall. Jonghyun sighed to himself. As much as he liked to bitch and complain to Jinki about being so short, he really did like taller men. They made him feel comfortable and snuggly. Dark hair, big eyes… Eyes that would look really nice blissed out as he was being fucked or maybe fucking Jonghyun. Jonghyun shook his head, trying to do away with his already-dirty thoughts as he smiled at Minho from across the table, watching the way the man was watching him.  

 "My name is Jonghyun,” he said softly, hoping for the calm, soothing tone that Jinki often adopted. It seemed to work, because Minho smiled a small smile before raising his head a bit and answering, “I’m Minho.”

 "Oh, I know,“ Jonghyun laughed, loving the blush that spread across Minho’s cheeks. "After Jinki met you that first day, he wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

 Jinki, who had returned to his seat, watching his boyfriend and Minho interact, grinned a bit at this. “It’s true,” he confessed. “I was a bit smitten.”

 Minho choked on air. Smitten. This man with the voice that was currently doing sinful things to his body was smitten with him? What does that even mean? He already has a boyfriend. A very pretty, sexy boyfriend who looked really nice in the white sweater he was wearing.

 Jonghyun and Jinki watched in amusement as Minho collected himself, stealing glances at each other long enough for Jonghyun to nod at Jinki, permission given, at least on a trial basis. He was cute, and Jonghyun definitely wouldn’t mind trying him out. He saw the shivers that wracked Minho’s body when Jinki spoke, could bet that underneath the table Minho was already hard, and he wondered if Jinki would wait, or if they’d bring Minho home with them tonight. Provided Minho was willing, of course.

 Their waitress came by to drop off menus and take their drink orders rather quickly, which Minho was thankful for. He still wasn’t quite sure why he was here, and both Jinki and Jonghyun were being frustratingly silent on the whole issue. What exactly do they want from me?

 They spent some time deciding what they wanted to eat, Jinki’s quiet voice causing Minho to flush and bring a hand to his lap in order to relieve some pressure. He could feel both Jinki and Jonghyun’s eyes on him, but strangely, he felt little embarrassment, and what he did feel had more to do with the fact that they were in a public setting than how he was reacting. They weren’t judging him, just watching, eyes more hungry than Minho cared to take notice of.

 They decided on several dishes, determining that they would eat family style because “Jonghyun really likes to eat a little bit of everything, rather than settling for one dish.”

 While they waited for their food, Jonghyun attempted to fill the space with chatter. Jinki, noticing how squirmy Minho had become after Jinki had ordered for them, resolved to stay quiet for the most part, letting his boyfriend  ask the questions while they both got to know Minho.

 It started out with mundane questions. “Where do you work?” “What part of town do you live in?” “How old are you?” Jonghyun wasn’t all that surprised to find that Minho was younger than both Jinki and himself, though perhaps it was Minho’s nerves that we’re giving that impression.

 "Do you live alone?“ Jonghyun asked. Jinki continued stirring his water with his straw, his attention focused on Minho’s answers. All of this would be for nothing if Minho was attached to someone else, though Jonghyun supposed he wouldn’t mind adding in two people, at least for a night. "I mean, are you seeing anyone right now.”

 "Ah… Yes. I mean- No. “ Minho’s eyes flitted over to Jinki, assessing the blank look on the other’s face. "I live by myself. I… Haven’t dated anyone in a while.”

 Jonghyun didn’t look at Jinki, but he felt the small puff of air he let out in relief. Jinki must’ve really been excited about this. It’s strange how a man who’s so demanding in the bedroom can be so vulnerable when it comes to the actual dating part. Jonghyun reflected fondly on how nervous Jinki had been when they had started seeing each other, nervousness that quickly vanished as soon as Jinki got Jonghyun in bed for the first time.

 Their waitress came by with their food, creating a sufficient distraction that allowed near-silence to descend upon the table, the only sound being Jonghyun’s happy little noises as he scooped up noodles and his hiss as he burned his tongue on the soup.

 Jinki chuckled at Jonghyun’s antics, and Minho could feel his body heating up again. He had been grateful that Jinki had let Jonghyun take over the conversation, not wanting to embarrass himself, but he had to admit that he was already craving Jinki’s voice and the things it did to his body.  

 Looking up from his food, Minho cleared his throat, causing both Jinki and Jonghyun to look at him.

 "I… Um. I’m really happy that you invited me out to dinner. But… I guess I’m a little confused.“

 Jinki and Jonghyun shared a look before turning back to Minho, whose wide eyes were locked on Jinki.

 "We…” Jinki began.

 "We want to date you,“ Jonghyun blurted out. He could feel Jinki’s gaze burning him, but he continued. He had a feeling Minho wasn’t just going to go for a roll in the hay. He was too cautious, too embarrassed about his reaction to Jinki’s voice. "I mean, we want to do other things, too. Definitely,” Jonghyun was nodding to himself. “We definitely want to do other things. But, dating would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

 Minho looked like someone had just punched him in the stomach. “We? As in both of you?”

 "I would like that, yes,“ Jonghyun replied, reaching across the table to run his fingers across Minho’s. "It would be ok if you just dated Jinki, but at this point in our relationship, Jinki and I are sort of a package deal. I also don’t want to get jealous because of how attractive you are.” Jonghyun looked down at that, a light blush settling across his cheeks. “So, I’d like to date you, too.”

 Minho looked away from Jonghyun to Jinki, who was nodding slightly, his hand coming up to rub Jonghyun’s back in soothing movements.

 "And… The other things?“

 Jinki’s blood rushed as he thought of what he wanted to do to Minho. His eyes dark, he turned to meet Minho’s gaze. Minho licked his lips, waiting for the answer.

 "We want to play with you.”

 Jinki’s voice was low, deeper than Minho had remembered it, and he shuddered, feeling arousal course through him again. Play with me?

 Jonghyun’s fingers ran soothingly over the back of Minho’s hand again, but Minho’s eyes were locked with Jinki’s, allowing the man to see how much his voice affected him.

 "We don’t have to start tonight,“ Jonghyun said. "We can give you time to think about it. Give you time to think about what we’re offering.”

 Minho never broke eye contact with Jinki, and the elder smiled, more comfortable with the conversation once it turned to his area of expertise. I want this. Minho wasn’t sure if he wanted it with both of them, but he knew he wanted to try.

 "No…“ Minho finally looked away, his eyes falling back on Jonghyun. "I’d like to try dating you. Both of you.” The smile on Jonghyun’s face had Minho looking down at his food, and he took his hand out of Jonghyun’s grasp to put his hands together in his lap. “And, I’d like to try the… The other things, too.”

 What am I getting myself into?

 "You should finish eating, then.“ Jinki’s voice was firm, and Minho closed his eyes, his breathing coming faster from the sound and the images he had formed in his head about what Jinki and Jonghyun planned to do to him. "You’ll want the energy if you’re coming home with us.”


Minho learned a lot that first night. The first was that he had no self control. One whispered word from Jinki’s mouth, one deep moan, had Minho coming before he was even touched.

 The second was that Jinki liked to be called “sir” in the bedroom, but it wasn’t necessary anywhere else. “Only when we play,” Jinki said. “And you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable. It’s just what Jonghyun and I prefer.” Minho had nodded. He promised he would try, and it had earned him a smile from Jonghyun and a rough kiss from Jinki. He enjoyed Jinki’s way of taking control, giving himself willingly to Jinki’s gentle orders and firm commands.

 The third was that when Jinki said “game,” he meant it. Jonghyun apparently loved games, especially when they ended in rewards, and this one was going to be for the benefit of all involved. It was something designed to test them all, but mostly Minho, and Jinki had promised Jonghyun that if Minho could win the game, he could be the one to administer the reward, something that seemed to excite Jonghyun immensely.

 The game was simple, Minho thought. Jinki would fuck Jonghyun while Minho listened and sometimes watched. Other times Jinki would blindfold him, adding a whole different level of stimulation to Minho’s senses. Minho was never allowed to touch himself, and there were times when Jinki would tie his hands either to the bed, behind his back, or to his thighs in order to prevent him from touching at all. Minho needed to learn self-control, and Jinki was going to teach him. If he came untouched just because of Jinki’s voice, he lost, the unknown reward figuratively hanging in front of him, teasing him, tempting him.

 Minho had yet to win this game.

 The first time had been an embarrassment. Minho had come untouched 6 times before he was too sensitive, too tired, too upset with himself to continue and had asked to be untied. Jinki had immediately undone the ropes, promising Jonghyun that they would continue their fun some other night, but right then they needed to focus on Minho, wipe away his tears and make sure he was ok, that he knew that there was nothing wrong with him and that both Jinki and Jonghyun loved how sensitive he was, how turned on he could get only by Jinki’s voice. Jinki had nuzzled him almost silently while Jonghyun kissed his tears away, attempting to make Minho laugh to make him feel better. It was all strangely comforting to Minho.

 They were both scared that Minho would be frightened away, but he stayed. He stayed, and here they were again.

 It often started this way. Minho would join the two for dinner or just a movie and cuddles, coming over after work or from the apartment he rarely stayed at anymore. There had been talk of Minho moving in, but even after several months, Minho still felt almost uncomfortable with the idea, and both Jinki and Jonghyun let the subject drop, leaving the choice up to Minho. Jonghyun often let Minho know that the offer still stood, telling him how much easier it’d be for all of them if they were always together and besides “our place is closer to work for you.” Minho often thought about it, but he was content for now with their arrangement, even if he knew that he slept at their place more than he did his own.

 That evening, Jonghyun was in some sort of mood, latching onto Minho as soon as he walked in the door, kissing him roughly and nuzzling him needily, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spots on Minho’s neck as the taller man wrapped his arms around the shorter’s frame.

 He trembled a little as he felt Jonghyun run his tongue across a spot he’d just bitten and Jinki’s voice came from beside him, at the entrance to the living room.

 "We may not get to watch a movie tonight.“

 Jinki smiled, noting how Jonghyun curled a hand around Minho’s hip, inching its way toward the bulge in Minho’s pants.

 "He’s been like this all day.”

 Jonghyun whined into Minho’s neck and Minho smiled back at Jinki.

 "I know. He was texting me all day at work.“

 Minho was proud of the way he could talk to Jinki more normally now, able to resist the urge to curl into himself and sneak a hand down his pants as Jinki talked to him.

 Jinki’s eyebrows rose a little, stepping closer to the pair as Jonghyun froze in Minho’s embrace, his breathing shallow.

 "Oh, really?”

 Jonghyun moved his head from Minho’s neck, giving it a sharp bite in retaliation that had Minho yelping. “Now I’m in trouble.”

 "You’re both in trouble. Bedroom, now.“

 Well, that escalated quickly. Jonghyun grabbed Minho’s hand, pulling him down the hallway, barely waiting for him to take off his shoes, as they made their way to the bedroom. Minho grinned at Jonghyun, amazed at the way he could get Jinki to do exactly what he wanted, and Jonghyun spared a glance behind them, making sure Jinki wasn’t watching before winking at Minho.

 Jinki came into the bedroom as Minho was stripping, his cock already hard, curving upward toward his stomach. Jonghyun was gathering things from the trunk at the end of the bed, placing restraints on the bed and the box of various lubricants onto the bedside table. He gathered several paddles in his arms, looking at Jinki for guidance.

 "No, we don’t need those tonight. You’ll be fine with just my hands, right, baby?”

 Jonghyun shivered but nodded, dropping the paddles back into the trunk before running his hands over them longingly. As much as he wanted them, the idea of feeling skin on skin as Jinki spanked him had him hard already. He knew he would be getting spanked, knew that Jinki didn’t even have to read the texts to know what they were about, and he knew he would be punished even more when Jinki found out what else he did today.

 "Grab the blindfold.“

 Minho, already finished removing his clothes, sat on the edge of the bed.

 "How do you want me?”

 Jinki didn’t answer for a minute.

 "How do you want me, sir?“ Minho tried again, earning him a dark look from Jinki, one that made him bite his lip. It was so worth it to call him sir.

 "On your back. Knees up, hands at your sides.”

 Minho whimpered, Jinki’s authoritative voice running over his body, making his cock throb and his brain turn to mush. He quickly got into the desired position, moving so that he was in the center of the bed.

 Jinki grabbed the restraints, tying one wrist first, then securing it to Minho’s thigh.

 "I won’t tie your thighs to your calves in case you need to move a little.“

 Minho nodded, watching Jinki as he repeated the process with the other wrist, his neck straining as he savored the last thing he would see for a while. The blindfold was placed over his eyes, tied off to the side so the knot wouldn’t hurt his head, and Minho’s world descended into darkness, Jinki giving him a lingering kiss before moving away.

 "Why aren’t you undressed?”

 Jinki’s voice wasn’t angry, but Jinki rarely got angry, and never in the bedroom. Regardless, Minho could hear a whispered “sorry, sir” as the rustling of clothes being removed filled his ears. He figured both Jonghyun and Jinki were undressing from the amount of time it took, and then came the slightly wet sounds of their kisses. Minho loved this. Every sound was amplified by his lack of sight, and he allowed Jonghyun and Jinki’s voices to wash over him.

 Jonghyun couldn’t help the sounds that he made as Jinki kissed him. His lips were gentle, but his hands were anything but, grabbing roughly, pinching and massaging Jonghyun just the way he liked it. Jinki brought his hands up to Jonghyun’s nipples, pinching slightly, rolling them between his fingers, delighting in the gasp Jonghyun released into their kiss and the way Jonghyun’s fingers dug into his shoulders.

 Jonghyun pulled away from their kiss, panting. “Can I touch you?”

 Jinki’s eyes gleamed and he looked thoughtful for a moment.

 "Do you think you deserve to touch me? From what I’ve heard, you haven’t behaved very well today.“

 "I-” The fingers on Jonghyun’s nipples tightened slightly, and he whined, the pain going straight to his cock. He could hear rustling from the bed, and he looked over to see Minho straining against the restraints, his dick swollen and bouncing against his stomach. Jonghyun licked his lips.

 "Ah ah.“ Jinki gently took Jonghyun’s jaw in one hand, the other pinching even harder on Jonghyun’s swollen nipple. "Look at me.”

 Jonghyun’s eyes met Jinki’s again, wet with pain and arousal.

 "Do you want to touch me?“

 "Yes, sir.”

 Jinki’s nod was Jonghyun’s signal, and his hands immediately traced his shoulders, traveling down muscled arms. Jonghyun briefly entangled his fingers with Jinki’s, squeezing lightly before bringing his hands to rest on Jinki’s hips. He pressed his thumb gently into the indention on Jinki’s hip, reveling in the low sound Jinki made. Over on the bed, Minho moaned, too. Jinki’s moans were heaven.

 Over and around Jinki’s body Jonghyun drew his hands, trailing over the small patch of hair leading down from his bellybutton to his cock. Jinki lead their mouths back together as Jonghyun’s hand wrapped around his erection, stroking it slowly.

 Jinki’s hands swept down Jonghyun’s body, coming to rest on his ass, grabbing the cheeks roughly until Jonghyun whimpered. I’m in trouble now.

 Jinki frowned into their kiss as Jonghyun’s hand stopped, but he continued, the fingers of one hand prodding at Jonghyun’s hole, only to find it wet. Jinki pulled back and looked at Jonghyun incredulously.

 Minho could hear nothing but silence in between labored breaths. Silence wasn’t usually good. What the hell has Jonghyun done?

 He hears a sharp crack and Jonghyun crying out. And then a moan.

 "Did I say you could touch yourself?“

 Oh. That.

 Minho’s body felt hot. His cock was leaking precum; he could feel the drops pooling on his stomach.

 Another sharp crack, and Jonghyun sobbed, "No, sir.”

 "That makes sense. I didn’t think I could have forgotten something like that.“

 Jinki’s voice was darker, thicker now, and Minho whined. He wanted to come, but he needed to last.

 "Over to the stool.”

 Jonghyun nodded, walking over to the giant footstool next to the dresser and standing beside it, anticipating his punishment.

 Jinki sat down on the stool and Jonghyun immediately sank to his knees, arching himself over Jinki’s lap. It was always strange to do this when Jinki was also naked. More care had to be taken not to crush more delicate parts. Finding a position that worked for both of them, Jinki set to work, his hand coming down hard on Jonghyun’s ass until Jonghyun was moaning, sobbing that he was “sorry, sir,” as his cock rubbed against Jinki’s leg.

 Jinki nodded in satisfaction. He loved when Jonghyun was like this. Needy, helpless to do anything except what Jinki wanted of him. Jonghyun’s ass was flushed a nice red, as were Jinki’s hands, but he gave it a couple more smacks, watching in amusement as Jonghyun tried to rut his hips down for some friction.

 "Ah… But you’ve been bad, Jonghyun. I don’t think you should get to come yet.“

 He heard Minho moan from over on the bed, and he looked up, smirking. He loved that they both gave up control to him so easily, that they wanted him this much.

 Jinki’s fingers prodded gently at Jonghyun’s slick hole, one slipping in easily and another without too much work. He’d been home with Jonghyun for a while, so he’d guessed it’d been a little while since he stretched himself. With a second finger inside, Jinki began moving his fingers in and out, stretching the two apart to stretch Jonghyun further and make room for more.

 Two fingers soon turned to three, Jonghyun whimpering and curling around Jinki’s lap as Jinki’s fingers pressed downwards, grazing his prostate gently. Jinki focused his fingers there, rubbing with gentle, but firm, motions. It usually took Jonghyun a little while to adjust to the feeling, his body sensitive, and Jinki took his time, waiting until Jonghyun was crying out before pressing more firmly.

 "Is this enough, or do you want one more finger?”

 Jinki knew he was big, thick at least, and he always wanted to make sure that Jonghyun wouldn’t be hurt. But Jonghyun often enjoyed the burn of the stretch, sometimes opting for Jinki to enter him with less preparation than even this.

 "Please,“ Jonghyun whimpered. "I want you inside of me, sir.” His hips rolled down, trying once more to get some relief, but Jinki only pushed his fingers in and out a few times more before removing them, reaching for a tissue on the dresser to wipe off his fingers.

 "Up.“ Jinki ordered, and Jonghyun scrambled to obey, his legs shaky. Grabbing one of the many small bottles of lube that they liked to keep there, he trickled some onto his cock, putting the bottle back before crooking a finger at Jonghyun.

Jinki leaned back onto his arms, adjusting himself on the large footstool so that Jonghyun would have enough room. "Ride me.”

 Swinging his legs around Jinki’s hips, Jonghyun settled himself over the elder. Knowing that Jinki wasn’t going to help him, probably as part of his punishment, Jonghyun reached back, steadying Jinki’s dick as he pushed himself down on it, his muscles stretching to accommodate.

 Jinki threw his head back, biting his lip as he felt Jonghyun’s heat surrounding him, swallowing him inch by inch. Unable to take the teasing, Jinki opened his eyes to meet Jonghyun’s, gripping his hips before pulling him all the way down onto his cock. Both of them cried out, the pleasure overwhelming their senses for a moment until Jinki heard the whimpers coming from the bed. Chuckling, he looked over and watched Minho for a moment as he curled and uncurled his legs before looking back up at the boyfriend on top of him.

 Quickly, Jonghyun lifted himself before taking Jinki all the way again. And again and again, his pace speeding up as Jinki lifted his hips, thrusting into Jonghyun hard.

 Every thrust brushed that bundle of nerves inside of him, and Jonghyun swiveled his hips, aiming for more contact. Jinki choked out a groan, his hands running up Jonghyun’s chest to pinch at his nipples again. Jonghyun wishes this could last forever, but he also wants wants to come, the need building in his body until he’s keening, forcing his body up and slamming down hard, trying to keep his pace steady.

 Jinki could tell that Jonghyun’s legs were getting tired, moving his hands to Jonghyun’s hips to assist in his movements. Jonghyun looks beautiful, hair wild and sweat coating his body.

 "Do you want to come baby?“

 Simultaneous moans left the lips of both his lovers and Jinki has to fight the urge to laugh.

 "Yes, sir,” Jonghyun breathed. “Please.”

 The last word ends on a drawn out moan as Jinki reached between them, grasping Jonghyun’s cock. He ran his thumb over the head, precum spreading with every movement, before moving down to the base to jerk Jonghyun off.

 He could tell Jonghyun is close by the way his hips stutter and he stiffens, and Jinki is close, too, his breathing quickening as a flush settles across his cheeks and all the way down his chest. Moving his hand back up to the head of Jonghyun’s cock, Jinki digs his thumb roughly into the slit, creating a pressure he knows Jonghyun can’t resist as Jonghyun comes, making a mess between them.

 Thrusting into Jonghyun one, two, three more times, Jinki comes, too, his head thrown back, his eyes scrunched shut, and his mouth open as he comes silently, his hand gripping Jonghyun’s hip harshly. Jonghyun slumps against him, breathing erratic, as he comes down from his high. Jinki nuzzles into Jonghyun’s neck, causing the smaller man to shiver, a small noise making its way out of Jinki’s throat as Jonghyun clenches around his oversensitive cock.

 Minho holds his breath. I did it. His thoughts were nearly delirious. I did it.

 Soon enough he hears the sounds of shifting from across the room, flesh sliding on flesh as Jinki and Jonghyun separate themselves. He hears Jonghyun’s whine at the loss of contact and Jinki’s concerned tone asking if he was ok. Minho waits patiently, focusing on his body and trying not to let excitement get the better of him at the thought of what could possibly lie ahead. He made it this far, he can’t lose now.

 Jinki and Jonghyun stay caught in their afterglow for a few minutes until Jinki glances over to the bed where Minho’s tense body was still tied.

 "Minho,“ Jonghyun breathes, legs shaky as they both make their way to the bed. Jinki takes a seat on the edge, allowing Jonghyun to crawl onto the bed on Minho’s other side, his eyes fixated on Minho’s flushed, aroused body. Curling himself into the taller man, he runs a soothing hand across Minho’s cheekbone, causing the man to turn his head toward Jonghyun.


 Jonghyun smiles, laying a kiss on Minho’s plush lips, his own swollen ones tingling at the contact. “You did it,” he says against Minho’s mouth. Minho smiles, feeling giddy.

 Feeling another hand on his body, stroking his chest, Minho jolts, his head turning away from Jonghyun toward the other side of the bed.


 Minho receives no response, but the hand continues stroking his chest, making its way until the tip of one finger brushes the bud of Minho’s nipple. Minho’s hands clench against his thighs, pulling at his restraints gently.


 "So pretty,“ Jinki whispers in his ear, leaning down so his lips brush it gently, and Minho whines, his senses on overdrive. "Do you know how perfect you look all tied up for me?”

 "I’m a little-“ Minho swallows, his mouth dry. "Blind. So, no.”

 He feels the sharp sting of a swat against one of his thighs, the warmth going straight to his already straining erection.

 "Back talk will get you nowhere.“

 Minho swallows again. He knows this. He knows how Jonghyun gets punished for talking back in the bedroom, and he’d much rather have his reward thank you all the same.

 Jinki’s hands move away from Minho’s chest as he takes in the sight of his boyfriend, naked, sweaty, and tied down for all of their pleasure. Jonghyun looks up and meets Jinki’s eyes, awaiting his next instruction   Feelings of pride tinged with arousal course through him, and Jinki moves his hands down to where Minho’s wrists are tied to his thighs. He slips a finger in between one of the restraints and Minho’s skin, checking for any signs that Minho has been fighting too hard or that he had tied them too tight.

 "Are these uncomfortable?”

 "No, sir.“

 Over the course of the past few months, Minho had learned to love the restraints, actually. He didn’t fight against them nearly as often, and he loved the peaceful feeling they gave him.

 "Are you ready for your reward?”

 Minho gritted his teeth, nodding, and Jonghyun chuckled, his breath warm against Minho’s neck. If I don’t come first.

 "I’m going to untie you. Keep the blindfold on. I’ll be tying you again once you’re where I want you.“

 The words flowed across Minho’s skin, burning him with pleasure, and he nodded again. He felt Jonghyun’s hands on his left thigh, moving to the restraint to undo it as Jinki did the same on his right. They both took a minute to rub Minho’s wrists, Jinki bringing one up to his mouth for a gentle kiss.

 Minho felt his world spin as he was flipped onto his stomach, landing with a soft "umph.”

 "Hands and knees.“

 Minho obeyed, Jinki’s words sending a rush of heat through his body. Would Jinki fuck him tonight? Or maybe Jonghyun? The whole time that Minho had been with the them, the two had never fucked Minho, nor asked to be fucked by him. Is tonight the night?

 He felt Jonghyun’s hands on him, one at his shoulder and the other on his ass, urging him up the bed. When he reached the place that the two obviously wanted him, the hand on his shoulder pressed down gently, making Minho press his chest into the bed, his ass in the air. He could feel the heat of embarrassment washing through him. He couldn’t see anything, but he was open for both of his lovers.

 "So pretty,” Jonghyun said softly, and Minho stiffened, and then relaxed. Jonghyun looked up at Jinki from his place next to Minho, only to see the eldest looking hungrily at them both, his eyes dark and his cock half hard again.

 Tearing his eyes away from the sight before him, Jinki moved to the head of the bed, taking one of Minho’s wrists and leading it up to the headboard. Getting the message, Minho brought his other wrist up to meet it, sighing contentedly as he felt the restraints being strapped back on. Looping the restraints through the slats in the headboard, Jinki tied Minho’s wrists together, tying them tight enough that Minho had limited movement.

 "What’s going to happen?“

 Minho’s voice was muffled by the pillow his head was turned into, and Jinki chuckled, watching the shiver run through Minho, goosebumps appearing all over his skin.

 "I’m going to sit here and watch, maybe help a little, if it’s needed. Talk to you, just to drive you crazy.” Jinki pressed a kiss to Minho’s shoulder blade, returning to his seat at the edge of the bed. “And Jonghyun is going to eat your ass.”

 Minho squeaked, and Jonghyun felt blood rush both to his face and his cock.

 "I really…“ Jonghyun breathed in, moving down a little toward the center of the bed so he could get a better look at Minho’s ass. "I really like it. But, Jinki doesn’t really get much from it, so he only lets me do it when I’ve been really good. Since we were both good tonight…” One of Jonghyun’s hands made its way to the crack of Minho’s ass, sliding down the crease as he paused to swallow and collect his thoughts. Minho clenched his cheeks together, the sensation of even a finger there overwhelming him. What am I going to do when he sticks his tongue there?

 "He thought it would be a good reward,“ Jonghyun said as he took notice of Minho’s stiff body. "But we can do something different if you’re uncomfortable.” He couldn’t help the slight disappointment that tinged his voice, his fingers still running along the crack of Minho’s bum, slow and gentle motions designed to relax.

 "I… Um. No one has ever done that for me.“ Minho’s voice was breathless, and he could feel his cock straining at the thought of someone’s tongue there. He struggled to relax his body, his mind overwhelmed with sensations and thoughts of what these two men did to him.

 "Really?” Jonghyun sounded surprised, and Jinki chuckled. “Not everyone has a thing for it like you do, baby.”

 Jonghyun just shrugged, his fingers moving so that his hands could grip the cheeks of Minho’s ass, spreading them gently to get a look at his entrance. “Is that a yes, Minho?”

 Minho breathed deeply, almost accidentally inhaling part of the pillow case, before answering.


 Jonghyun didn’t dive right in. He folded his legs underneath him, scooting closer so that he could reach, his head kneading and massaging Minho’s ass and the lower part of his back until he felt him relax, his spine curving his body into the mattress.

 The first kiss to the curve of Minho’s bum had him moaning softly, encouraging Jonghyun to continue. Jinki watched as Jonghyun ran his teeth across Minho’s skin, listened as Minho whimpered, his hips jumping slightly. He moved to lay on his side on the bed, using up some of the plentiful space the bed provided. Comfortably on his side, Jinki used one arm to prop himself up, his other hand moving to run his fingers through Minho’s dark hair. Minho hissed as he felt those fingers tightening, loving the sparks of pain that shot straight to his groin, and he pushed his hips back toward Jonghyun, the restraints on his wrists preventing him from moving very far.

 Jonghyun took this opportunity to lean in, his fingers spreading Minho once more so that he was left exposed. Minho shivered again, whining as Jinki crushed his lips with his own right as Jonghyun swiped his tongue against his entrance, Jinki drinking down the sound.

 It felt good, way better than Minho expected, and he opened his mouth to Jinki’s kiss, letting the eldest invade his mouth as Jonghyun did the same to his ass.

 Jonghyun is so so good with his tongue, Minho decides as the next few firm licks against his hole cause him to shudder. Who knew it’d feel this good?

 Jonghyun prods his tongue at Minho’s entrance, feeling proud when Minho sobs into the pillow at the feeling. He’s glad that Minho is so sensitive to this. It makes an already-enjoyable task even more so, and Jonghyun gets lost in the heady pleasure of giving pleasure to someone else.

 His tongue slips into Minho’s puckered hole, and he moans at the feeling of it contracting around his tongue. Pushing in further, Jonghyun places both hands on Minho’s ass, bracing himself for balance before pulling away to lick at the rim once again, Minho shuddering from the loss.

 "Do we have anything flavored” Jonghyun asks, lifting his head to find Jinki.

 Jinki laughs, moving away from Minho’s squirming body and looking in the small box on the bedside table. “What? Don’t like the taste?”

 Minho keens. The way Jinki says “taste” has the feeling in his balls building up until it’s almost unbearable. No. I can’t ruin this now. I finally did it.

 Jinki tosses something small to Jonghyun, who reaches up one hand to catch it, fumbling a bit before finally getting a good grasp on the bottle, mumbling under his breath about how he liked the way Minho tasted but he had an idea and if Jinki would just wait he would see.

 "Cherry? Is this the sample we got from the shop last time?“

 Jinki nods, and Jonghyun huffs, "I hope this one doesn’t taste like cough medicine. You know I hate artificial cherry-flavored things.”

 Minho hears the lid of the bottle being cracked open, and Jonghyun’s “Shit, I hate these stupid paper seals they put on these. They’re a little difficult to get off in the heat of the moment.” almost makes him laugh, but he waits patiently, hoping for Jinki to take his place next to him again while he receives his reward. He feels pressure on the bed, and he whines softly, hoping to gain a touch, just anything.

 "Hush,“ comes Jinki’s voice, and Minho immediately obeys, the power in that voice too compelling, casting a spell over Minho’s body. Holding himself still, Minho feels the blood rushing through his body, waiting for the next word or movement or touch.

 Jonghyun drizzles the lube onto the tip of one finger, tasting it gingerly before shrugging at Jinki and covering his fingers and Minho’s clenching hole completely, his mind focused on making Minho feel good.

 Jonghyun slowly inserts a finger, listening for any sounds of discomfort from Minho, but none come, only the muffled sound of a low moan and a small push of his hips back onto Jonghyun’s hand. Slowly, Jonghyun works his other finger in beside the first, enjoying the slick warmth of Minho around his fingers.

 Jinki, having moved to lay back where he was beside Minho, moves his hand down Minho’s back, stopping between his hips to press down gently.

 "Spread a bit more,” he whispers, his voice throaty as he watches one of his boyfriends fuck the other with his fingers.

 Minho whines, he already feels so close to coming, but he does as he’s ordered, the sound of Jinki’s voice coating his body in a heat that he never wants to escape. His legs spread slightly, changing the angle at which Jonghyun’s fingers are entering him, and he cries out as Jonghyun’s fingers venture deeper, scissoring apart to stretch him.

 Satisfied that he’s made enough room, Jonghyun moves his face back to Minho’s ass, his tongue licking around where Minho was stretched around his fingers.

 "Fuck,“ he heard Minho whisper, and he blushed. He loved when he could make people swear like that. Pushing his tongue against Minho’s rim, he pushed roughly, stretching him further as his fingers rubbed.

 Soon enough, Minho is rocking back onto Jonghyun’s fingers and tongue, and Jinki watches as Jonghyun removes his fingers before placing his tongue right back where it had been, able to fit more in now that he had stretched Minho on his fingers.

 Jinki smirked, looking down once more to find that Minho had shifted himself so that his face was to the side, his lip between his teeth while he whimpered. He couldn’t see anything, but he was looking for Jinki.

 Leaning down, Jinki licked around the shell of Minho’s ear, loving the sounds he made and the way his body trembled.

 "Do you want to come?”

 "Yes, oh, yes.“ The words leaving Minho’s mouth are mostly gibberish, and Jinki brings his hand up again to wrap his fingers in Minho’s hair.

 "What do you say when you want to come?”

 "Please,“ Minho sobs. "Fuck- please, sir.”

 Jinki’s voice is creating waves of pleasure in Minho’s body along with Jonghyun’s tongue, and he’s not sure how long he can hold back anymore, regardless of how much Jinki wants him to wait.

 "You’ve been such a good boy,“ Jinki croons. His hand leaves Minho’s hair, watching in amusement as Minho’s head falls limply back to the pillows as his hand works its way underneath Minho’s body to grasp his cock.

 Minho wails as Jinki works his hand around his cock, his hands tugging at his restraints.

 "You’re so close, aren’t you? Come on, come for us.”

 And Minho comes, semen dripping down onto the sheets beneath him and covering Jinki’s hand, hips jumping back to fuck himself onto Jonghyun’s tongue one final time before collapsing, his legs stretched to the sides, creating an uncomfortable pressure on his hamstrings.

 "You did so good,“ Jinki praises him as he removes the blindfold, pushing back sweaty hair and taking in blissed-out eyes as he kisses Minho gently. Minho shivers, an aftershock caused by Jinki’s voice running through him.

 He can feel Jonghyun leave the bed and walk away, probably headed to wash up, as Jinki undoes the restraints around Minho’s wrists, rubbing the marks where he pulled too tight in those final moments.

 "I’m ok,” Minho says dazedly. He slowly stretches his legs out now that Jonghyun isn’t in the way, and relaxes into Jinki’s touch as he makes sure Minho hasn’t hurt himself.

 Moments later, Jonghyun comes back with a towel and a wet washcloth.

 "I already cleaned myself up, but we’re going to need to get you clean and put this down on the bed so we can sleep.“ He waves the towel cheerily at them. "I don’t feel like washing the sheets tonight.”

 Jinki laughs, taking the towel. Jonghyun hops back on the bed, and Minho feels the warm wetness run between his ass cheeks, cleaning up the mess of lube and saliva. He sighs softly, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of.

 Once he’s clean, Jonghyun pushes him gently so that he’ll roll over, and Minho sleepily complies. Jonghyun moves up toward the headboard, kissing Minho deeply before working on the mess on his stomach.

 "Thank you for cleaning me,“ Minho says drowsily, glancing over at Jinki as he lays the towel on the bed over the spot where Minho came.

 "Thank you for letting me lick your ass,” Jonghyun replies, his tone caught between sarcastic and genuine, and both Jinki and Minho smile at him. “I won’t do that every time, you know.”

 Jinki leaves briefly, his only explanation being “lights.”

 "I know,“ Minho replies, watching as Jonghyun tries and fails to make a basket with the washcloth into the laundry basket across the room, though he knows that Jonghyun would likely love the opportunity to have Minho in that position again.

 "I’ll pick it up tomorrow,” Jonghyun says when Minho protests. “You can be middle tonight.”

 Minho smiles, grabbing Jonghyun’s wrist and pulling him down to kiss him before letting the smaller man wrap himself around Minho’s larger frame.  Jinki comes back quickly, turning out the lights to the bedroom before making his way into bed as well. Oh. Lights.

 Once in bed, Jinki reaches over to gather Minho and Jonghyun’s naked bodies close to his.

 "No more sexting each other if I’m not in on it,“ Jinki orders, yawning before throwing his legs over Minho’s, ready to sleep.

The younger two laugh, knowing that, if it does happen again, it’s well worth the punishment.

after I saw Book of Mormon, I was kind of upset, because I realized I could never be a part of that production because there is literally no place for white females; there are white men, black men, and black women. I was upset because I loved the musical and its message so much that I wanted to be able to perform in such a production. But then I got over it, because I realized that this is how black women feel all the time. Until recently, Annie had always been a little white, red headed girl. Elle Woods is a preppy blonde, white girl. Grease takes place in the 1950s, a time of racial segregation, so there’s no way any of the main characters would have been black, and the same goes for Little Shop of Horrors. You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown is based off of the original Peanuts characters, none of whom were black. Many female characters are written for white women, and those that aren’t specified are often played by white women: the cast of 13, The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, Into the Woods, Beauty and the Beast, The Wizard of Oz, Dear Edwina, the list is endless. Is there any reason why Patrice in 13 shouldn’t be black? No. It’s just not how it has been done. So when a musical comes along with parts written specifically for black women, I will not whine about my inability to play that part. Instead, I will stand behind the scenes and be a part of the tech crew, supporting a wonderful cast. I do have privilege being white, privilege that I never saw before. Even in an environment that is more accepting that most, the theatre does still cater to this privilege. And I refuse to be ignorant to it anymore.