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The Time Before, Part 4

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I sat, sopping wet, on the edge of the fountain next to Frank with two very amused policemen standing in front of us. Before gallantly helping me out of the water, Frank had pulled me close and whispered in my ear, “Let me do the talking,” and I was happy to oblige — mostly. He was effortlessly charming the pair of bobbies, neatly working in that he was a very respectable professor who would never truly do anything so shocking, you see, it was just the romance of the moment had made him lose his head a bit, that was all. This, of course, turned the bobbies’ attention to me, and I was sure I looked more like a drowned sewer rat than any reasonably conceivable objet d'affection.

“You said she’s not a whore, but what proof do we have?” one of the policemen practically leered, looking me over with a stern eye.

My head shot up, and I glared at him with the steeliest gaze I could muster. “I beg your pardon?”

“Yes, I believe you owe an apology to the lady,” Frank said, as angrily as he could be while still maintaining a veneer of obsequiousness. “She is the niece and ward of one of the most preeminent archaeologists in the empire, who is about to be honored by the king, and you will show her due respect.”

Our show of defiance seemed to cow the officer a bit, who then conceded, “My apologies, miss, it’s just usually when we’re pulling a bird off someone…” He shrugged, indicating this wasn’t going the usual way.

Frank seized the moment. “If you gentlemen would be so kind as to assist us in finding a cab, we would be most grateful,” he said in his most authoritative, professorial manner. This seemed to sway the one officer, but the other — the one who hadn’t called me a whore — held up his hand to keep us from getting up and scampering off.

“Well, there’s still the matter of you two engaging in indecent conduct where anyone could see,” he said slowly. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”

I sniffed suspiciously. I had watched Uncle Lamb pay countless bribes to slimy government officials who cared more about their pockets than the law so he could to smooth the way for his work — and I smelled a snake. I hopped to my feet, and stared him straight in the eye. “In that case, you’re going to need to take me to the gaol.” I held my hands out in front of me, awaiting handcuffs. I saw Frank’s soul leave his body. “I’d be delighted to make the acquaintance of your sergeant.”

The copper was taken aback, but soon regained his gusto. “I’m sure he’d be pleased to make yours as well, lady, when he’s signing the charge sheet that reads prostitution and indecent exposure.”

“You have no evidence,” I sneered straight into his face.

“I’ve enough to charge you, even if they won’t stick, and it could be hours before you even get a telephone call.” The officer was looking smug and I was ready to smack him. I drew my hand back and just as my arm started to move, Frank grabbed it in motion, stopping me. I groaned in frustration, but he was directing his attention back to the bobbie.

“You are right, sir. I’m sure we can come to some accomodation,” Frank said smoothly.

In the end, it took about 20 pounds and Frank’s very fine watch to convince the police officers not to arrest me. I sullenly fussed with my damp stockings, angrily deciding to forgo them entirely, and then strapped my shoes on my bare feet as Frank bade the coppers a polite farewell. He turned back to me, almost reproachful, but then seemed to think better of scolding me and came over to dress himself. He sat next to me as he put on his own shoes, and nudged my shoulder with his. I looked at him, expecting to see anger, but found an amused tenderness in his eyes that made me respond in kind.

“I’d expect this to happen in India, not London,” I said softly.

“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,” he quoted.

“Oh?” I said. He shrugged, and I kissed him  — gently, to apologize. His lips were warm and comforting, like arriving in a familiar place I’d never been but always wanted to go. “Take me home?”

We finally found a taxi cab near St. James’ Palace, and I directed the driver to my flat in Belgravia as Frank climbed in beside me. “Belgravia? You couldn’t possibly be so posh,” he teased, his arm sliding behind my back and leg pressed into mine.

“I’m not, I assure you. Neither is Uncle Lamb,” I chuckled. “But you’ll have to see for yourself.”

His arm tightened on my back, pulling my body closer to his, and Frank boldly stroked my naked thigh, fingertips brushing under my skirt. My breath quickened, and I suddenly felt as if all the blood had drained from my head. The cab smelled richly of human bodies, but I was focused on the smell of Frank’s almost antiseptically clean skin; the fountain we’d been swimming in had been chlorinated. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “How quiet can you be?” I didn’t answer in words, but glanced significantly at the cabbie — who had clearly chauffeured amorous couples before and was pointedly keeping his eyes on the road — and then bit my lip and nodded, assenting to whatever Frank was asking.

His hand, strong and sure, raced up my thigh to my hip, and then took a turn between my legs. I felt my pulse race again as Frank’s fingers quickly navigated my knickers and began to tease me. I exhaled sharply as the cab turned, the force shifting my hips into Frank’s hand in a delightful way. I looked out the window as we passed Eaton Square Gardens, trying to stay calm as my body electrified, and vaguely registered that we were very close to our destination. The cab was as hot as it still was outside, and my own temperature was rising fast; despite my dress still being damp, I was breaking out all over in a sheen of desire-induced sweat. My leg stiffened in a vain attempt to keep my hips still as Frank buried his face in my neck and I wanted…

The taxi cab stopped and I suddenly came into myself again. Frank took my hand and practically pulled my breathless body out of the vehicle, and I stumbled onto the sidewalk heaving as he paid the cabbie. The neat row of white townhouses, so elegant and yet so foreign to me, seemed an admonition to my disheveled and wanton state. I fumbled for the house key I wore on a long chain tucked into my dress, and pulled it out. Frank, solid and steady, walked me to the door, his hand on my elbow. I leaned into him, finding my proverbial sealegs. “You’re coming up?” I asked, inclining my head suggestively towards to door.

Inside, the chase was on. I nearly ran through the foyer and up the stairs to my bedroom, Frank hot on my heels. I heard him chasing me around the corner, laughing, and I stepped to the side of the door, hiding in plain sight. He stood in the middle of my childhood room looking bewildered, and I took the chance to study him. The fountain had washed the pomade out of his dark hair, and it floated in wisps under his hat. It was boyishly charming, and the look of mischief in his eyes and flush on his cheeks as he slowly turned and spotted me completed the picture. I grinned at him, and he smiled as he came and pinned me properly to the wall.

His kiss was hot and urgent, and I again found myself melting into him. With no dance hall patrons to offend, I stood on my tiptoes to align our hips, and then brought my leg up around his body as we explored with our hands — he took a moment to undo the top buttons of my dress and then grabbed onto my arse and hoisted me up against the wall. I wrapped both legs around him and moaned when he finally came in contact with my core, his lips lavishing my breasts.  

I had my hands around his back, under his jacket and vest, desperately trying to pull his shirt from his trousers. His mouth wandered back up my neck to my ear and then he was kissing me again, hard and fierce. Just when I thought I was going to burst into flame, Frank adjusted his grip on my bum and carried me over to the bed, sitting down hard with me on top of him.

I rose on my knees and looked down at him — remarkably, was was more disheveled now than he had been all night. He was working on more of the buttons on my dress, and I flung off his hat (which was hilariously still on his head) and started in on his tie and vest. With enough of my chest exposed, he pulled down ruthlessly on my brassiere and sucked hard on the nipple; it took everything in me not to scream out in pleasure. He had his hands inside my knickers, working to pull them off when…

“Shit. Damn, damn, dammit.” I muttered.

“Huh? What?”

But I was extracting his hands from under my dress and climbing off him. “Just, um, wait. Won’t be a moment,” I said apologetically, frantically looking around the darkened room for my luggage. Had Firouz unpacked it? I hadn’t asked him to do so, but I hadn’t asked him not to either. If he had found what I was looking for, well, that would be awkward in the least. I was cursing under my breath — it wasn’t on the desk, or piled neatly by the chair, and I was opening and closing dresser drawers, looking to see if my clothes had been replaced.

“Is there something I could assist you in finding?” Frank asked, a little breathlessly, and with just a tinge of impatience.

But, I had flung open my closet door, and found my two suitcases on a luggage stand. “Oh, just my diaphragm.” I was digging in the smaller of the two, and found the case in a hidden pocket I had industrially, if clumsily, sewn into the lining.

“Where would a gently-reared girl like yourself get one of those?”

I stiffened a bit, but answered matter-of-factly. “Amsterdam.”

“You seem a bit young to often have need of it.”

“And you seem a bit old to be trying to snog young ladies in the Reading Room of the British Museum,” I snapped. I took a deep breath, and turned around to face him, the offending object in hand. “I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve done this,” I said, trying for a conciliatory tone. “Don’t think it’s mine, either.”

He looked thoroughly chastened. “Of course I don’t, Claire.” He reached out a hand, and I went to him, only a little reluctantly. I stood between his legs, and he pressed his face into my chest, arms around my back, and gently kissed one breast in apology. My desire sparked, and I pulled his face to mine, kissing him in soft forgiveness. I stepped away again, headed towards the door to the W.C. “I’ll be right back.”

When I returned (diaphragm in proper position), Frank had taken off his tie, vest and jacket, and again stacked them neatly folded with his retrieved hat on top on my desk chair. He leaned against the desk, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, watching me. I knew I looked a fright — my hair was flying in every direction and my dress was open past the waist, hanging off my shoulder. I shimmied, just enough to let it fall, and Frank swallowed hard. I kicked off my shoes, noticing that he had already done the same. “You’re beautiful,” he said, sincerely, and I flushed.

I tilted my head in question, and that’s all it took. He tackled me to the bed. We landed with a crash but it didn’t matter. His weight pushed me into the soft quilt and his hands were on my breasts, caressing the nipples through the brassier, the touch sending sparks through my whole body. The fire was back, and I hitched a leg up, bringing our hips together as he moved his pelvis against mine. I had his shirt off, and then the undershirt, while he fussed with the clasp on my brassier. He reached down and behind me, up my skirt until he had a good hold on my knickers, this time pulling them off completely. I had my hands inside his trousers, where he was hard and warm, and when I grasped him fully he breathed in harshly as if in pain, but moved against me. His fingers reciprocated on my bare, sensitive flesh, and I couldn’t wait anymore. “Please,” I moaned in his ear.

He was off me only moments — long enough to tear off his trousers and to divest me of the remains of my clothes — when he finally lay fully on top of me, opening my thighs and pushing himself into me. We both shuddered, and I was already so close from a whole night of wanting his hands on me that the sensation almost pushed me over the abyss. Frank’s mouth was buried against my neck, and his rhythm, slow at first, was picking up as I urged him on, needing more. The scrape of my breasts against his chest was sending sparks up and down my body, and my lips tingled, longing to be kissed again. I wanted everything at once — his kiss, his hands, his cock — and my hips jerked in frustration at being forced to stay on a precipice I couldn’t quite fall over.

I tilted my pelvis and suddenly — finally — felt the catch my body had been longing for. “Oh, oh, like that,” I breathed. Frank then reached under my back and grasped my shoulder, holding me to him, and used his other hand to tease my nipple, which at my squeal became a hard pinch. I slid one hand low on his back and caressed between his bum and used the other hand to pull his face to mine. I kissed him hard as I careened toward orgasm, my body trembling as intense pleasure radiated from my center to all my extremities.

Frank, compelled by the wave of my own climax, jerked hard into me once, twice, and again, and then collapsed as the wave took him. I ran a soothing hand down his back and he placed a tender kiss on my clavicle that was so pleasurable I nearly wept. He pulled one of my legs over his hip and rolled us to the side; remaining connected from pelvis to chest. He stroked my side, my breast, my arm, and then my face as I slowly came back into my body; every caress was a balm on my hypersensitive nerve endings, which were still going off like firecrackers.

Frank pulled me close to him and whispered, “How can it be that I’ve known you for so short a time and I already can’t imagine life without you?”

I didn’t have an answer, but I kissed him, and let the world fall away.

Wrapped in a silk dressing gown I’d retrieved from my luggage, I stumbled down the hall. It was scandalously early — only the first rays of dawn light were peeking into the windows. I slipped through the kitchen door, and was startled to be greeted by Firouz, who was already making tea. It didn’t escape my notice that he had set out two teacups on a tray — one for me, and the second for my heretofore unseen lover. “Good morning,” I said sheepishly.

“Late night?”

“Quite.“ I hesitated. “Sorry if we disturbed you.”

“It’s not the first time. Although it used to be nightmares about mummies and big holes under puddles of water,” Firouz said rather pointedly, sipping his own tea. I shuddered, recalling my childhood fear of puddles.

“Uncle Lamb isn’t home yet?”

“No, but if you’re looking to evacuate your gentleman caller before he arrives, I suggest you do it quickly.” I glanced at the kitchen clock; it was just before 6 a.m., which was about when Uncle Lamb’s overnight work sessions came to an end.

“He’ll probably find out eventually anyways,” I reasoned.

“Really? He never discovered your affair with Helmut, or the one with John, or the one before that — what was his name? The one with the eyes that looked like goggles?”

“Charlie,” I said, laughing a bit. I looked seriously at Firouz, who had been my teacher for as long as I could remember. “What if I want to tell him?”

He studied me seriously, as if looking at me in a new light. “Are you sure, Claire? Your uncle wants you to find your own way, but you know you can always stay with us.” I expected the ball of ice to return to my stomach, as it had every time the prospect of my future came up in conversation. University, work, marriage — I knew things couldn’t remain as they had been. But as my thoughts drifted to Frank, asleep in my bed upstairs, my insides warmed. It felt right, in a way nothing had felt right before.

I put my hand over his, in silent thanks, and then picked up the prepared tea tray. “Thank you, Firouz,” I said, and left the kitchen to awaken my lover.

Frank, who I had woken with a kiss, gratefully accepted the cup of tea, and was being rather gracious about being kicked out of bed at such an absurd hour. I sat on the bed holding my own teacup, replaying our lovemaking in reverse as he dressed. I was blushing as he straightened his hair, remembering how it felt to caress the silky strands with tingling fingertips.

“You look like you’re far away,” he said to me, tying his tie in a fastidious knot.

“Not far at all,” I said, smilingly, “only a little bit in the past.” I raised my eyebrows suggestively, and he laughed.

“Wish I was there now.”

“Me too.” I scooted off the bed and stood before him, fiddling with the fit of his vest and then with the tilt of his hat. “You look very proper. Not debauched at all.”

He gave me a long once over. I was flushed, barely clad in my dressing gown, and I knew from a glimpse in the mirror the fair skin of my neck was marked and my hair was a positive bird’s nest. “I can’t say the same for you, but I’m sure you clean up well,” he teased. But then he turned serious. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t want you to go,” I said, regretfully. “But it’s better for Uncle Lamb’s sensibilities this way. He’ll be pleased when you call this afternoon to ask if I want to go to the cinema with you.”

“Is that so? And what will your answer be?”

“Is there a new John Wayne playing?” I quipped.

He laughed, and kissed me, with all the promise of new beginnings.

mixtape (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader 

genre: smut, fluff, comedy / college, podcast personality au

word count: 15,610

description: Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

“This week’s topic is—” Sugar started, of course only to be swiftly interrupted by the second half of the two-man show podcast that had sort of gone viral around your college campus.

But regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart with giddiness on its heels.

“—Studying! So sexy, right?” Jay interjected mid-sentence, something that anyone who listened to their weekly episodes would quickly learn is a norm.

However, there were times of course where Sugar was allowed the courtesy of going off on long tangents without his friend’s interruption, and in those moments his voice was hypnotic, if you had to put it simply. It tugged you beneath the current of concentration until you were pressing the volume button on your phone to raise his vocals higher. The small hitch of his breath, or exhale against the mic when he would sigh due to the topic at hand, they made you lean in closer to the invisible man on the other side of the pre-recorded audio that filtered through your headphones.

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You're not going to find your spirituality on the internet

Maybe this’ll be unpopular but it’s been bugging me a lot lately.

Online there’s a lot of “my gods are so silly I gave them fun nicknames and we hang out like buddies lolz”

Online there’s a lot of “[insert religion] sucks! It’s boring and stupid and being pagan is sooooo much cooler! I’m more fulfilled than they’ll ever be!”

Online there’s a lot of trendy fads and expensive magick tools/altars/etc and people who will tell you who you should be even when it goes against your better judgement.

But a lot of baby witches and pagans will cling to the Internet as their only place to learn about their chosen spirituality.

Your spirituality is so much deeper and more meaningful than that. You, reading this now, YOU are capable of so much. If you feel jaded about life like I do right now, please log off for a moment.

Go meditate without any preconceptions or expectations. Just breathe, count your breaths. Feel the energy around you. If you can, light a candle and gaze into the flame. If you have any, hold a crystal and tune into it.

Go out in nature somewhere, anywhere, and feel the wind on your face. Breathe in the primordial earth. Listen to the sounds around you.

Your gods aren’t silly playthings for you to take out of a box and amuse yourself with when you’re bored. They’re powerful beings who deserve respect and shouldn’t be called on frivolously. Talk to them, give them offerings, but don’t degrade them to “spooky toy” status.

You don’t have to spend a dime on an altar. You don’t have to “look” a certain way. You don’t need all the bells and whistles or an impressive magical lineage.

Don’t shit all over other religions, even if you don’t agree with them. Respect them as their own identities. Your spirituality isn’t a trendy accessory to make you look edgy and unique. It’s a deeply felt reality for you, something that drives you from the core of your being. Laughing at someone else’s spiritual path is like pointing at someone’s purse and ridiculing it because it’s not as cool as yours. Spirituality isn’t an accessory, so don’t treat it like one or you risk looking like you aren’t confident in your own.

And finally, don’t try to search for your spiritual path online. Study and learn there, sure. Ask questions. Be curious. But don’t confuse Internet tags and Instagram photos for your own personal spiritual identity. The only way to develop your spiritual identity is by actively practicing, and I mean YOUR way. Don’t want to worship gods? Don’t. Uncomfortable with practicing magick? Don’t.

Please log off every now and then to decompress and turn inward, away from the allure of Internet spirituality. Energy, spirit, deities–these are all purely experiential things that require your full attention and considerable mindfulness. Please don’t shape your spiritual identity around boredom or edginess or nonconformity for its own sake. If you found your spirituality because it’s not mainstream or you thought you could learn some magick to make you interesting, then it’s based mainly on negative traits like guilt, anger, or escapism.

Let your spirituality be a driving force at the core of your being, something powerful and good and absolutely enchanting because it speaks to your soul. Take your spirituality out of its conceptual phase in your mind and put it into real, tangible practice.

And sorry I ranted for five million hours I just have a lot of feelings……

Proven Wrong

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Taehyung X Reader

Words: 3,371

Warnings: Smut

Summary: You call his dick small. He proves that it’s not.

~ Admin L

Loud music blasted throughout your apartment, the deep bass from the speakers vibrated your bedroom walls. The pictures and poster rippling with each vibration, struggling to retain their original place. You sighed in annoyance. All you had wanted was a couple of hours of quietness so that you could study for your upcoming calculus test. He knew how important this exam was to you, and he promised he would give you the silence you requested.

“Oh, yea Y/n. No problem. I can keep it quiet for you.” Taehyung had said with his signature boxy smile planted on his face. You thought that for once he would keep his word, and you could get in some precious studying time, but no. The tiny 2-bedroom shared apartment was full of heavy music and high-pitched shrieking from what sounded like a cat being skinned alive.

You were at your wit’s end. The want to study was now long gone, and in its place, severe irritation and rage began to take root. You slammed your laptop closed and threw it to the end of the bed along with your papers and textbook, hopping out of bed, and stomping your way out of the bedroom.

“Taehyung!” You yelled once your eyes took in the scene that was in front of you. The living room was in shambles, Taehyung’s phone was hooked up to the speaker, the volume on maximum. There were empty soda cans, chip bags, and paper plates littering the floor, and the couch pillows scattered on the floor. You felt your blood pressure rising, and a headache threatening to form, as clenched and unclenched your fists out of anger.

Your eyes scanned the room for Taehyung, and low and behold there he was on the couch, and lying underneath him was the source of the irritating screams. Taehyung was grinding on some random chick with his mouth fiercely attached to her neck, deep purple bruises painting a trail. You rolled your eyes at the pair. You knew damn well Taehyung’s mouth on her neck, and his dry humping didn’t call for all that useless screaming.

You stomped over to the speaker and pulled the cord from the wall, the apartment already halfway quiet except for the banshee that was still screaming her head off.

“Hey! Shut up with all that noise!” You shouted, startling the girl, and bringing their attention to your heated form. Taehyung detached his lips from the girl’s neck with a wet smack and dislodged himself from between her legs.

“Y/n. So nice of you to join us, how is studying going?” Taehyung said with a smirk on his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach out and slap it off. He knew that you couldn’t or anybody for a fact, could study with all the noise that was just previously filling the confines of the apartment, and yet here he was trying to place innocent with that stupid smirk gracing his face.

“All I asked for was you to be silent so that I could study for my upcoming test, and you said that you would. But instead, I am interrupted by your loud ass music, and this bitch here screaming at the top of her lungs.” You growled out between clenched teeth. The female gasped at your words embarrassment transforming her features, while Taehyung sat there with a blank look on his face, seemingly bored of your little rant.

“Come on Mino. Let me walk you to the door.” Taehyung said helping her gather her things and walking her to the front door.

“My name is Mina.” She said trying to correct Taehyung, but you could see it on his face that he could care less about the girl’s name.

“Yea. Mona. Alright.” Taehyung deadpanned pushing her through the front door. Mina huffed at the fact that Taehyung continued to get her name wrong. You watched the pathetic interaction as you began to clean up the mess they made. You could tell from the look in Mina’s eyes that she wanted more with Taehyung, but you knew that would never happen. Taehyung was a manwhore, for lack of a better term. He had a new girl every night, and if he did try the whole relationship thing. It usually didn’t last more than a week, before he was on to the next girl.

“Tae. Why do you do these things to me.” You asked genuinely curious as to why he made it his mission to push your every button.

“Awe is little Y/n jealous?” Taehyung taunted in a voice that would be used to talk to babies.

"Did you wish that was you, I was grinding on.” Taehyung continued to tease, walking into the kitchen to rinse his mouth out with water. That Mina girl had put to much perfume on her neck, and it left Taehyung with an awful taste in his mouth.

If he was sincere with himself, he did wish it was you he was giving all his attention to instead of these random girls. In all actuality Taehyung was smitten with you from the first time he saw when you came to ask about the roommate needed sign he had posted, you had garnered his attention.

He considered you cute and innocent, with an air of sexiness, that you weren’t aware of. You were way different from the usual girls he was used too. There had been a countless amount of times he had tried to gain your attention, but you were too busy holed up in your room with your head stuck in a book to give him the time of day. So instead Taehyung chose to tease and irritating you as a way to receive some reaction from you.

"Jealous? Of what? You know she was faking it right, cause we both know that them thin ass lips, and that speck in your pants that you call a dick can’t make anybody scream.” You declared matter of factly, pride and confidence swelling in your chest at the insult thrown at him.

Taehyung spat out the water he was swishing in his mouth and whipped his head in your direction. Did you just stand there and try to insult his manhood, surely he was hearing things.

"Excuse me, what did you just say? My ears must be failing me.” Taehyung said wiping the stray droplets of water from his mouth, sauntering towards you, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face.

"You heard me. Your micropenis couldn’t pleasure anything but your hand.” You said backing up from an advancing Taehyung, any amusement his face could have held was gone, in its place was a dark, unreadable expression, except the flame burning in his chocolate eyes, portraying anger and lust. His mouth set in a firm line, and the tip of his ears blossomed red.

“My sweet Y/n, nothing about me is little. I can guarantee that.” Taehyung growled out, his low voice deeper in tone. You scoffed trying to portray indifference but continued backing away from his advancing, until your back made contact the wall. Shit.

Taehyung placed his hands beside your head caging you in. His rich cologne encased your senses. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your features before settling on your lips. You self-consciously licked them before tucking them between your teeth. Taehyung leaned his face closer to yours.

You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage and fell your cheeks heat up. Your eyes closed and lips puckered expectantly anticipating the moment his lips would meet yours. But Taehyung had other plans. He shifted his head to the right, placing a gentle kiss on the lobe of your ear, before moving his lips the outer shell of your ear.

You couldn’t help the surprised moan that left your mouth, you unconsciously tilted your head back, offering your neck to his probing lips.

“Would you like me to prove you wrong?” Taehyung questioned, his deep voice sending shocks of pleasure down your spine. Taehyung moved his lips down to your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the surface. You had to choke back the moan that threatened to escape you at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

“No Tae. It would be too hard to find without a magnifying glass.” You said determined to get in one last insult. Taehyung pulled his face away from your neck, growling at your words. He pulled your body away from the wall and hoisted you up over his shoulder, and made his way to his bedroom, kicking the door open before unceremoniously throwing you on his plush king-sized bed.

This was not good you thought. Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed staring at you with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes. His chest heaved up and down, with anger or arousal, you weren’t sure. But based on the sizable tent in his pants, you could guess the latter.

“Tae. I told you I didn’t want to see your baby-.” You started but was cut off by Taehyung grabbing your ankles and pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, pouncing on you. His lips met yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. The kiss was sensual and firm, but he wanted more. Taehyung snaked his hand up your body, and into your hair giving it a sharp tug. You gasped at the slight pain giving Taehyung a clear path to ease his tongue into your mouth wrapped itself around your own, deepening the kiss further. He thoroughly explored your mouth not leaving one surfaced untouched by his tongue, greedily swallowing your needy moans.

Taehyung detached from your mouth to remove his shirt, and to help you remove your tank top, your nipples pebbling from the chilly air and Taehyung’s ministrations. His eyes studied your body. You wanted so badly to shield your self away from his unwavering stare.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve waited so long for this.” Taehyung whispered before attacking your throat with kisses. You whined out in pleasure, your hips bucking up with every love bite he delivered, your body was aching you need more.

“Tae. Please. More.” You moaned breathlessly, your hips grinding in tiny circles as Taehyung trailed his kisses down your neck, to your breast. His tongue gently wrapped around your nipple sucking it into his warm mouth, while his hand teased the other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. Your moans were increasing in volume, at his assault. Your legs widened on their own accord, making more room for Taehyung. Your pussy was weeping, the boyshorts you were wearing were thoroughly drenched, and with each movement of your hips, your arousal perfumed the air.

Taehyung moved his lips across your stomach, kissing you down to where your torso meets your pelvis. He trained his eyes on you wanting to see your reaction as he pulled your boyshorts off from your body with a wet smack.

“Tell me what you want baby. Use your big girl voice.” Taehyung cooed in a teasing tone. You would have told him to fuck off if it wasn’t for his mouth hovering right about your clenching core, his hot breath attacking your pussy lips.

“Cat got your tongue? You sure did have a lot of things to say earlier.” Taehyung teased once more. You moaned with each word he said, your hips thrusting upwards hoping to find his mouth.

“Please Tae. Just touch my pussy, lick it, do something. Stop teasing me.” You begged him, bringing your hands up to stimulate your breast, you didn’t know how much more teasing you could take. You could feel your essence seeping between your ass cheeks and coating the bed, a dull ache in your stomach was intensifying, and he had barely touched you.

“Well since you begged so prettily.” Taehyung said, wasted no time in attacking your pussy. His broad tongue licked deep strips up your pussy, with each pass he would dip his tongue into your clenching hole. Your hands found his soft brown hair as your back arched off the bed pushing your pussy deeper into his face.

Taehyung shifted his probing muscle’s attention to your clit, attacking it with kitten licks. Your thighs were beginning to shake, the coil in your stomach getting ready to burst. Taehyung wrapped his strong arms around your legs, dragging you closer to his face, your knees were hitched higher up almost touching your chest in this position Taehyung had full control. Your upper body thrashed about on the bed. Your hands were no longer able to reach his hair, so you opted for your own instead, pulling harshly on your roots.

“Fuck Taehyung!” You moaned loudly. Taehyung chuckled at the sounds you were making, remembering your words from earlier he couldn’t wait to hear what you sounded like taking his dick.

Taehyung rubbed two thick fingers in the abundance of fluids that your pussy was producing and gently eased them into your tight core.

“Fuck baby. Your so tight I can’t wait to feel you around my dick.” Taehyung moaned sucking your clit into his mouth, delivering hard sucks as his fingers pumped into you at, a moderate speed. The introduction of his fingers was your undoing. Your legs stuck straight in the air as your body arched off the bed and bowed forward. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train knocking the wind from your body. Your eyes were shut tightly, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung had a hard time holding you down but continued his assault on your creaming pussy. He slurped as much of your cream as he could loving the way you tasted.

“T-Tae.” You called out to him pathetically. Your intense orgasm had passed, but he was still thrusting shallowly inside your tight core, lapping at your clit. The oversensitivity was becoming too much, and you tried to wiggle away from him. Taehyung withdrew his fingers and ceased his licking with one last kiss on your clit making you flinched at the contact.

Taehyung observed your fucked out appearance. Your legs splayed open, displaying your spasming cunt, your chest was swiftly rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hair stood up in every direction from your previous pulling. Your body trembled with aftershocks, as your eyes closed, sleep trying to claim you.

“Oh no. I’m not done with you yet.” Taehyung proclaimed flipping you onto your stomach. He was the hardest he had ever been in his life, his pants were now unbearably tight, and a wet spot started to become visible. Taehyung tugged the offending material off hissing as his massive erection made contact with the air, free from being confined. You lifted your self with jelly arms onto your knees, wanting to see what the commotion was behind you.

You almost choked on your spit as your eyes made contact with the angry red monster Taehyung called his dick, not only was he unbelievably thick but he was also long. Did he think that would fit inside of you?

“Fuck that shit!” You cursed trying to scramble to the headboard of the bed, but Taehyung stopped your escape, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back. Taehyung would have laughed at your reaction, but he was too turned on, there was so much blood rushing to his dick he felt lightheaded. Taehyung wasted no time in putting you back in your previous position. He pulled your ass up so that it was sticking in the air and your torso was lying flat on the bed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Tae. You can’t be serious.” You tried pleading with him scared that thing he called his dick was going to tear you apart.

“You can take it I’ll go slow.” Taehyung said his voice strained, his arousal was beginning to take a toll on him. Taehyung grabbed his shaft and brought the bulbous tip of his cock to rub against your clit. You mewled with pleasure, the sensation relaxing and reigniting your body. Taehyung continued to stroke his tip along your clit thoroughly coating it with your thick fluids.

Taehyung placed the thick head at your entrance, your juices helping him to slide in. Your body tensed up at the massive intrusion, your pussy pulsated wildly around his head, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

“Baby relax, you’re squeezing so tight.” Taehyung moaned out affected by your spasming core. He reached his hand underneath your body and strummed at your clit, you immediately relaxed as the pleasure coursed through your veins. Taehyung took your distraction as his cue to shove the rest of his offending length inside your prone pussy.

You screamed at the sudden fullness and intense burning. You bucked your hips to try and dislodge Taehyung. It was too much to take especially at this position, you felt as if your pussy was being ripped in half.

Taehyung gripped your hips harder to stop your bucking. He felt as though he was about to explode you were so damn tight and wet. He didn’t wait this long to end early. Taehyung reached his hand back underneath your body to locate your clit, rubbing it in firm tight circles, to help relax you some, and sure enough, after you adjusted to his massive size, your body was filled with mind-numbing pleasure. Your whimpers turned into loud groans as you threw your hips back on to Taehyung, giving him the okay to start moving.

Taehyung withdrew his length before slamming back in, his dick hitting every spot inside your clenching pussy. He strokes were fast, broad and powerful, never had you felt so full in your life. Your mouth was gaped open, as shrieks of pleasure fell from your mouth, drool dripped from your mouth, and dots blurred your vision. You could feel him in your guts, branding himself inside you. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, ready to release what was no doubt going to be the most intense orgasm your body was about to experience. Taehyung could feel your core tightening up further, your tight little pussy was far better than he could have expected, he wanted to punch himself for waiting this long to indulge in you.

“You’re taking this big dick so well baby. Such a good girl.” Taehyung grunted his end approaching quickly. He locked his fingers in your hair and firmly yanked, lifting you off the mattress, and into his arms, allowing himself even deeper if that was even possible.

You screamed out as the new position broke the levee to your release. First, it started from your toes, spreading to your arms and head before finally spreading throughout your whole body, you were rendered speechless as your orgasm claimed you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as a burst of white light flashed behind your eyes, incoherent sounds of what was supposed to be Taehyung’s name filled the space around you.

Taehyung allowed your cores convulsions to wash over him, his body dripping with sweat as he picked up his speed, his hips beginning to stutter. He held your thrashing body close to his as delivered his last couple of thrust before moaning loudly and exploding his hot seed inside of your twitching core.

You both fell breathlessly on the mattress, sweat polishing your skin, exhaustion quickly making its way to claim you. Taehyung pulled slowly out of your battered and swollen pussy, and on wobbly legs, walked to the restroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess that was between your thighs. You moaned at the gentle touch of the cloth, the coolness of it soothing the hot burn from your pussy.

Your whole body was numb, and you were utterly worn out, so much so, that when Taehyung pulled you into his arms, you didn’t even argue. You let his steady heartbeat lull you to some much-needed sleep.

Not Northside Material - Part 2

Originally posted by always-klaus-forever-kol

A/N: Y’all are amazing and the support for the first part of this was awesome and I love you all so here is part 2! I hope ya still like it, the other parts are already coming together and I tells ya it gets good (I think). 

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Summary: Sweet Pea introduces himself and his friends to the new girl and it puts Jughead on edge… almost as if that was his intention.

Word Count: 2,849

Warnings: Still just Swears and Serpents

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party (m)

Originally posted by chimyoonmin

➾rapline x reader 

➾ impregnation kink, cumplay, sloppy seconds, foursome (duh), infidelity (???) idek anymore

➾ 2.4k

➾ basically the rap line take turns breeding you, inspired by an ask i got this afternoon :”) this is literally the most filthy thing i’ve written to date, children PLEASE GO AWAY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

ps this is not THE yoongi impreg fic ;-)

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Friends with benefits with BTS [NSFW]

I haven’t done something like this in awhile so I thought it’d be something different! This is basically friends with benefits to lovers type of thing. I’m sorry this is so long. I hope you enjoy! ♥

Seokjin [Jin] -

Originally posted by bwiseoks

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maplegh0st  asked:

Not a problem! I really enjoy you're writing! Ok, so this one I'm going to leave a lot up to you: How do you think Taako dies? How old is he when he does? Who greets him afterwards?

There’s a hell of an argument over the honor. It’s a no-holds-barred, all-cards-on-the-table sort of thing. Barry pulls out the long conversations they had on the Starblaster, both about Lup and not; Lup pulls out the fact that she’s his fucking twin sister, c’mon, guys; Kravitz points out that he’s Taako’s husband and, might he remind you neophytes, the Original Grim Reaper, so he has seniority on this for sure.

When Taako’s not around, the argument is loud and flaming. When he is, it’s carried out in quiet whispers and sharp hisses. (They think they’re being subtle. Taako is incredibly amused.) 

Then, one day, it is pulled to an immediate end.

The three of them are out on a bounty for a low-level necromancer. It’s more of a social outing than anything, really, because the thought that this cowering halfling could do them any real harm is laughable. So when the Raven Queen summons them, all three retreat immediately to the Astral Plane. If this has to do with Taako - and there is an excellent chance it will, because there is deep white in his hair and wrinkles lining his forehead - then it is infinitely more important than some pitiful dark magician.

The Raven Queen looks how the Raven Queen looks: sharp wings, taloned limbs, radiating order and benevolence in equal measures. She and Lucretia get along well, in the afterlife, for in what is there more balance than death?

It is almost Taako’s time, says the Queen, wings flaring, and all three of them nod.

Have you come to a consensus? she asks, and they instantly begin squabbling like children. She allows their argument to persist for several moments, amused, before stilling it with a single outstretched hand, fingers hooked like claws on the end.

Good, she says, and smiles, sharp teeth hooked at the edges as her mouth pulls back into a smile too wide for her narrow face. For the Elf has already chosen his chaperone.

All three of them stand straight, equally convinced it’ll be them. They’re his brother his sister his beloved. Of course he’ll pick them.

His chaperone is none of those things.

A small figure steps out from behind the dais and says, “Hello, sirs,” grinning a grin far too smug to be sheepish.


Strictly, they’re not allowed to tell Taako when he’s going to die. That said, Taako is far too perceptive for any of them to keep it from him.

He greets the day with all of his familiar dramatics, dressing himself in all black and draping a veil over his face for the occasion. He insists on holding a party for dinner, and their dining-room table, once filled with dozens, now seats four.

Around midafternoon, he settles down to take a nap from which he will not wake up.

They’re there, of course. Lup and Barry and Kravitz. They’re all so sad, like this is goodbye, like this isn’t really just an opportunity to change up the scenic vista for a couple millenia.

“Bet you were all real pissed when you found out,” he says, and if his voice is as weak as a whisper, well. No one comments.

“Furious,” Lup says, voice cracking.

“She wanted to kill you,” says Barry. “I stopped her.”

“Thanks for that,” says Taako, and pats Barry’s hand, which is on his knee.

Kravitz doesn’t say anything.

“Last words?” Lup says, and she’s crying, of course, but she’s smiling despite it.

Taako shrugs. “Last words are for people who haven’t said enough.” He closes his eyes, and grins. “That one’s a Legato original.”

With trembling hands, he twists his wedding ring off his finger. It’s difficult, both because he’s shaking and because he’s got so much jewelry on already - all transmuted black for the occasion, of course, save this simple golden band. Without opening his eyes, he folds it inside his palm, and moves that hand toward Kravitz, who takes it in his own. After so long, the touch of Kravitz’s chilly fingers is as familiar as his own.

“There better be weeping after I’m gone,” Taako says, and huffs out a tired laugh. He’s the only one, but, hey. Not all of his jokes can be winners.

And, holding in his hand his husband’s wedding ring, Taako dies.


He wakes up in a world of white, a portal open and waiting from him some dozen paces away.

Ring still clutched between his fingers, Taako pats his own chest, then his face, and grins. “Hell yeah,” he says. “Beautiful as fuck again.”

And then there’s a hand on his shoulder. It’s not the hand of the young boy he met on the Rockport Limited, but the worn and calloused hand of a human man, scars ringing his hands through years of fieldwork and successful puzzling. “Hello, sir,” says the voice of Angus McDonald, and Taako’s breath catches for a moment.

He bypasses the arm entirely and pulls Angus tight to him. Angus lets out a small oof as their chests collide. “It’s been too long, bubbeleh,” he says.

“I’m glad you took as long as you did,” says Angus, and pats Taako on the back. He’s always been better than Taako at hugs. He learned from Magnus, after all. Then he pulls back and studies his mentor keenly, and Taako does the same.

During Taako’s visits to the Astral Plane, his family had appeared a bit ghostly, separated from him by a thin spectral sheet. But now Angus appears just as full as he had in life, tooth chipped from his long-ago spill of the Rockport Limited and cheeks flushed with obvious joy. “My beautiful magic boy,” Taako says, and holds out a hand. “You gonna escort me to hell, pumpkin?”

“With pleasure,” Angus grins. He takes Taako’s outstretched hand in his own, and together, they step through the portal.

It leads onto a grassy field atop a hill, and with Angus’s hand still clasped in his own, Taako emerges before a small cabin atop a quiet lake of swirling souls.


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Taako’s last words are a paraphrased version of the quote “Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough” by Karl Marx. 

play pretend || sebastian stan

Summary: What’s more humiliating than bumping into an old frenemy from the past at a grocery store, looking your worst? Luckily, someone comes to your rescue.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I found this laying around in my computer so I added some more to it and decided to post it. Hope you like it! Don’t forget to give me some feedback, much love xoxo

You weren’t pathetic. You were just like any normal adult, going grocery shopping on a Saturday night. It wasn’t like you were going back there just to get a glimpse of the hot guy that you saw roaming around occasionally. Really, if you just happened to see him then that would be a bonus.

That’s what you were trying to tell yourself as you were walking down the deserted cereal aisle. You couldn’t decide what kind of cereal you wanted, currently walking back and forth at a slow pace with a box of Captain Crunch in one hand while running a finger along the Cheerios box. You sighed, wondering why the hell it was so hard in the first place, to just pick a brand and move on with getting the ice cream that you’d been looking forward to all day.

You reached up to pick out the Cheerios, humming while contemplating what your pick would be.

“I’d pick the Captain Crunch if I was you.” An amused voice spoke up from behind, and you whirled around in fright.

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Childish

Originally posted by harold-blossom

Request: For the next bratty!y/n and daddy!harry writing you should do one where y/n is ‘mad’ at him (for a childish reason) and says stuff like ‘i won’t ever have sex with you ever again’ but they end up having really rough sex lol. Idk, i thought this would be funny, i had a dream about this too. Love your writing btw !

(A/N: your overwhelming love for Brat Y/N has FINALLY brought out this piece! It’s crazy how well this idea has grown into over 2-3 pieces so I hope you enjoy this and send me your thoughts!!)

A piece where Y/N gets a tad jealous, and Harry has to show her she’s the only one he wants.

Y/N knew she was being irrational.

She knew that whatever she was feeling right now was being of her blowing things out of proportion.

But she couldn’t help but glare at the waitress every time she would come by at the table. Harry wasn’t returning any of her attempts though. In fact, he was holding Y/N’s hand across the table, rubbing his thumb over and inbetween her knuckles the whole time they were seated at the restaurant. Y/N would see the way her hand would rest over her shoulder, giggling as he asked her for another bottle of wine.

“Oh anything for you, Harry.”

Y/N rolled her eyes huffing out as she turned her head away. Harry looked back at his girlfriend before smiling slightly chuckling.

“Hey…. wha’s the huffin’ and puffin’ all ‘bout sweetheart.” He prodded leaning forwards, tugging her hand towards him a bit.

Y/N only rolled her eyes looking at him.

“You don’t see it? She’s practically all over you! Touching your arm and giggling over something that isn’t funny in the slightest, I’m pretty sure I saw her glare at me when you grabbed my hand.”

Harry chuckled pressing his cheek against the back of her hand. “Y/N.. you know ‘m not paying attention to her in the slightest.. right?” Y/N only shook her head looking at him.

“But she thinks you are! That’s why she’s come over here 5 times to refill your water even though it was already full.” She scoffs trying to move her hand away from his. Harry only tightens his grip on her hand tugging her towards him again.

“You’re the only girl fo’ me… ‘ave to be polite to the person serving us food.. we can go in a minute jus’ relax…” Harry murmured slow pressing his lips against the back of her hand. Y/N watched him softening her gaze and un-tensing her muscles. He smiled to himself seeing her relaxing, squeezing her hand.

Y/N had nothing to be worried about, this was her man. Her Harry. She was getting riled up for nothing. He made it clear that he’s only hers, and that’s more than she could ask for.

But when their check came back with a pink pen scribbed in the waitress’s hand writing saying ‘call me ;)’ along with her phone number, Y/N’s cheeks flamed in jealously. Her eyes flickering up to Harry’s face as his left dimple indented into his cheek, shaking his head to himself. Y/N wanted to just get up and pour the bottle of very expensive wine they had received on the house, all over that girl’s head. Once Harry had paid the bill, handing over the check with a wink at the girl making her flip her hair giggling, Y/N was out of her chair already making her way towards the entrance to get to their car as fast as possible. Unfortunately, Harry’s lanky legs were quick to catch up to Y/N, tugging on her hand as they walked to where they parked.

“Babe slow down will you?” Harry huffed, Y/N letting go of his hand once they stood in front of his car.

“Don’t you wanna head back to her maybe? Take her and show her a good time?” Y/N crossed her arms glancing back into the restaurant. She knew what she was saying was wrong, but she couldn’t help but seethe with jealousy knowing this girl was purposely getting under her skin by flirting with Harry bluntly.

Harry rose his eyebrows pausing his hand in his pocket as he reached into grab the keys. Slowly stalking towards her.

“‘Scuse me?” Y/N stepped back with every step he took forwards towards her, until her back hit the passenger side door. She swallowed thickly placing her hands behind her, looking into his eyes. Only the street light was illuminating on both of them, despite that, Y/N could tell Harry’s eyes were twinkling with amusement, but more than that she could tell his jaw was tensed at the accusation.

“I….. I said maybe you should take her back home, she seems so desperate, I’m sure you’d think she’d be better in bed than I am.” Y/N murmured quietly keeping her eyes down away from his.

Harry grabbed her chin, tugging it up till her eyes met his. He leaned down till they were nose to nose.

“You are so stupid you know that?” Harry growled moving his hand to cup her jaw, pressing his thumb just under her lower lip and tugging it down. “I don’ want anyone else, but you.” His mouth dropped down onto her, his tongue immediately slipping into his mouth. His thumb kept pressed under her bottom lip to make sure his tongue had free reign to dominate every inch of her mouth to show her who she belonged to. Y/N let out a whimper into his mouth when she felt his fingertips pressing against the back of her head, feeling herself feel light headed from the lack of oxygen. Their lips pulled away with a light ‘smack’ sound, Y/N letting out a gasp of air looking up and him through bleary eyes.

“‘M gon’a ruin you when we get home… show you exactly.. who I want in my bed..”

The moment Y/N stepped into their house, Harry had slid his arm under her knees, and the other around her lower back carrying them upstairs. Both their eyes locked together in a tense staredown as he walked them to their bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. Harry walked over to the bed and lied Y/N down right in the middle, looking the neck tie he had worn, never taking his eyes off her. Once he had his tie an jacket tossed off, he pressed his knees down into the bed, slipping off Y/N shoes slowly, tossing them to the floor as well before pressing a kiss to her ankle bone. Y/N head slightly lifted up off the pillows looking at him, biting the corner of her mouth. Pressing his hand son either side of her head, he leaned down pressing his mouth deeply against hers, letting his weight rest comfortably over her body. Y/N’s hands pressed against his taut back over his flimsy t shirt, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as they licked into each other’s mouths. Harry swallowed up each of her moans, feeling them bubble in his chest as his hips moved on their own accord against her center. Layers of denim reducing the touch to feel each other right there. Y/N tugged on his lower lip with her teeth as she pulled her own lips back. Harry looked down at her through hooded eyes before bringing his forehead down to hers.

“‘M the only one kissin’ you silly right now.. not even thinkin’ ‘bout her.. only you.”

Y/N turned her head to the side whining out as she tried to move her hips up against his. Harry hand moved back to her jaw, tugging it towards him so she had no other choice but to look at him.

“I should be punishing you fo’ thinkin’ I would want another girl in bed…” Y/N shook her head quickly looking at him.

“N-no no no no no I’m sorry I didn’t mean any of it…” She quickly rambled before being shushed by Harry’s thumb pressing into her mouth, pressing it against her tongue. He let her tongue loll around his thumb, biting down onto his own plushy lips training his eyes on her mouth. Harry kept his thumb in her mouth before pulling it out and dragging it down her chin and the middle of her throat. Y/N’s head instinctively tilting up as he pressed against a point in her neck dropping her jaw slightly feeling her windpipe close in. Harry’s mouth dropped down under her ear, sinking his teeth down into the skin. Y/N’s hand quickly gripped over his shoulders tightly whining out trying to squirm away from him.

Petal….. quit movin’ will you?” Harry murmured in her ear, sitting up and slipping off his shirt. Y/N’s eyes greedily moved over his upper half, her mouth watering as his warm skin was on full display for her. Harry smirked more to himself seeing the way Y/N was driving herself mental just with his shirt off. His hands moved to pop open the button of her jeans, glancing up at her as he tugged them down. Her legs moving a bit to make the process of getting these jeans off a whole lot easier for him. Once he got them off, he leaned down on his stomach to sink his teeth into the plushy flesh of her inner thigh. Y/N’s thigh jerked, slightly giggling once his teeth made contact with her sensitive spot. Harry couldn’t help a huge smile slip through, and she could feel it against her skin.

He couldn’t help himself, she was just too damn cute.

Her giggles immediately melted into her moans once Harry’s mouth pressed over her clit over her panties. He just moved them to the side, letting his tongue slip out to just get a taste of her. She was properly soaking for him, bucking her hips up slightly as his tongue moved away quicker than she wanted him to move. Harry looked up at Y/N licking over his lips, seeing her chest move up and down shakily. He hooked his fingers into the waistband before tugging them down her legs and wasting no time into latching his mouth back on her. Y/N let out a yelp, dropping her hands down to tangle in his hair, feeling his tongue work her nerves into overdrive. Her eyes were squeezed shut tugging at his hair to move his head faster against her. Harry’s nails were digging into Y/N’s thighs, making sure she didn’t move one inch as he suckled on her clit. His tongue showing no mercy on the bundle of nerve, making her back arch and writhe under him, wanting to pull away but keep him there till she came. She lifted her head up to look down at him, already seeing his bright eyes looking up at her.

He was the epitome of sex right now in her eyes.

His button nose just barely peaking out as his tongue delved its way deeper into her entrance. His lower half of his face completely hidden from her sight, based on the noises he was making, she was sure she was all over his jaw and mouth. His hair flopped into his forehead and eyes, making Y/N writhe even more at the sight. Her head was thrown back and a loud moan escaped her every time his nose bumped against her clit. Her release getting so close she could feel her body burn and warm. Harry abruptly pulled back making Y/N look at him quickly nearly sobbing out.

Harry moves to quickly slip off his jeans and boxers, just as eager as she was to cum. Y/N took off her shirt and bra at the same time so nothing would be inbetween them two, Harry glanced between her chest and eyes before leaning down and wrapping his wet mouth against one of her nipples. Y/N looked down at him holding the sides of his jaw, arching her back up to his mouth. Harry’s large hand covered over her other breast as his eyes were shut, letting his teeth just barely tug at the nipple between his teeth. Y/N winced slightly, whimpering out pleads as she tugged his head up to meet their mouths together. Harry blindly slipped one of his hands between their two bodies, wrapping it around the base of his shaft. Y/N parted her lips from his once she felt the tip of his cock brush against her swollen clit. Harry’s eyes opened to look down at her biting the corner of his mouth.

Beg fo’ it…

Y/N looked at him blinking a few times to get her thoughts into order before shaking her head. Harry rose his eyebrows just slipping the tip into her, seeing her eyes flutter shut. He pulled out just as quick, making Y/N’s jaw clench looking up at him.

Harry-

He moved his free hand to wrap around her throat, pressing his thumb just under her chin.

“Beg.”

Y/N took a shaky breath shutting her eyes before looking back at him. “You know how much I want you cock H… just give it to me.. show me ‘m yours.. show me that girl is nothing to you.. I’m the only one you want..” Y/N murmured looking at him, seeing his lips press together to hide his smirk.

“Say you’re sorry.”

Y/N whined flopping her hands back on the bed. “Sorry for what!?”

“Fo’ thinkin’ I would want to fuck a girl other tha’ you…. fo’ thinkin’ I would wanna make love to a girl other tha’ you.. say you’re sorry.” Harry spoke firm, but slow as he slowly pressed his cock into her heat, making Y/N eyes widen looking up at him. Her choked breaths as she held the side of his jaw.

“I…… I’m sorry…”

Harry presses himself all the way in, his hips grinding down against her clit making her cry out. “Sorry fo’ what.” Harry spoke through clenched teeth as she tried squirming under his. “‘M not movin’ till you say the whole thing baby….”

Y/N huffed, her eyes welling up with frustrated tears swallowing thickly. “I-I’m sorry for thinking you’d wanna be with any girl other than me…” She shook her head looking up at him with pleading eyes. He brought his head down, pressing their noses together, pulling his hips back and slamming them back in making Y/N cry out.

“Apology accepted.”

Harry’s hand held Y/N’s jaw the whole time his hips pounded into hers. Making sure she kept contact with him the whole time, making sure to nudge the tip of his cock against the spongy part of her walls that made her tummy coil. Her hand gripped his wrist tightly with one hand while the other was held down by Harry’s hand. Her mouth turned to pant hotly against his thumb, making Harry lean down and press his lips repeatedly over her cheek and down to her ear.

“You are the only girl I want, no other person will ever amount to how much I fucking love you…” He whispered keeping his mouth pressed against her ear. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut feeling more that just the tears of wanting to cum in her eyes, but the utter love she has for him

God I love you too…” Y/N mewled out turning her head to look at him, her tears slipping down her temple into her head. Harry looked at her clenching his jaw as his hips slowed to steady slow pace, making his own eyes well up with tears. Y/N looked up at him, moving her wrist from his hands to cup over his cheeks rubbing under his eyes. He dropped his forehead to hers. Turning his head to hold her hand against his cheek, pressing his lips to the palm of her hand. Y/N smiled through the pleasure flopping her head back and shutting her eyes, feeling her tummy ready to explode. Her thighs tightened around his hips, showing Harry that she was just as close as he was.

His hands slipped down to hold the bottoms of her thighs around his hips, pressing his forehead tightly against her own, both their choked up whimpered getting caught in each other’s throats. Harry’s mouth pressed down into hers, their noses smooshing together as Y/N’s body shuddered as she came. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck to hug him to her, letting out mewls into his mouth. Harry let his forearms rest on either side of her head, framing them in as he felt himself cum. Thick spurts coated her walls making Harry quiver as the aftershocks went through his body. Both their mouths lazily slotting together, completely locked into their own world at this moment. Y/N was the first to pull back, licking over her lips as she looked up at him. Harry’s cheeks were flushed pink, lips swollen from their kisses, his eyes were shut trying to catch his breath. She was stuck in a moment of awe just looking at him.

Harry’s eyes peaked up, smirking lazily dropping his mouth down to hers in a soft peck.

“Got somethin’ on my face?”

Y/N giggles shaking her head as she looked at him, running her fingers through his hair.

“Just… love you and all…” Harry looked at her tucking her hair behind her ear, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too pet….”

wedding!reddie hc’s

aka….

THE REDDING

this turned out waaaaaay longer than i expected and its longer than any hc i’ve ever written but i mean cOME ON its a wedding?!?!?!? how does one write shortly about a WEDDING that would be a pretty boring wedding right

this contains some stenbrough too btw!

(planned together with the amazing @remushlupin again, she made the playlist also! 
and my bby @babyeds came up w/ something too <3)

ANYWAY!!! 

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[M] Learning Curve

Paring: Jungkook x reader

Count: 8482

Warning(s): Smut, Sub!Kook but also Dom!Kook hashtag best of both worlds, spanking, two dirty mouths, and a touch of orgasm control for good measure.

A/N: This is re-posted from my old blog, boys and girls, keep that in mind.

Originally posted by hoshiimochi

If you had to guess Jungkook’s least favorite thing to do, you would say that renouncing his power was likely it. In bed, anyway. He always made sure to remind you that he was in charge of your pleasure, no matter what the situation. He administered it as generously or as sparingly as he saw fit. It hadn’t always been so, but Jungkook settled into his role as the dominant one quite naturally.

Evidently, though, your leniency had taken its toll on his once obedient nature. You allowed him to grow confident in his ability to disarm you fully with just one brush of his hands over the right parts of your body, or dirty, whispered words against your neck, or the heat of his body pressing against yours. You had become forbearing, allowing him to push the limits of your control until he had effectively slipped it from your grasp entirely.

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Idiot (Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader)

Originally posted by chiennsis

Summary: Steve Harrington is an idiot. You know this. Your friends know this. Even your dad knows this. But that doesn’t make him any less cute.

Based on @myteenwolf-world Request:  You’re Hopper’s daughter and everytime Steve tries to talk to you he manages to embarrass himself. You think he’s cute and when he comes over to your house one afternoon, he is greeted by your dad and it’s really awkward. 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 2,752

Author’s Note: Ok, so I got *WAY* too into researching Hopper and his family for this, and I’m definitely coming back to write another Hopper!Reader because I love that character. Thank you so much for putting me on that train. 

Warnings: Language. Underage drinking.


Steve Harrington was a bit of an idiot.

You had known this for years; it was a constant source of amusement for you and your friends since eighth grade. But for some reason, senior year, the boy decided to really pull out all the stops. Whenever you saw him, he was either tripping or running into something or answering the completely wrong question. If you had to guess, it had something to do with the fact that Nancy Wheeler was no longer around to help him. And that boy needed some help. Two months later, and it was all he could do just to keep himself together. And he wasn’t doing that good of a job at it. Especially if this basketball game was any indication.

“This is just sad,” Ally remarked from where she leaned forward on her knees. “It’s more like a massacre than a basketball game.” She shook her head.

You snorted, looking back down at the game. During your break, you and your friends often found yourself down in the gym, watching the boys play sports. “We should know what we’re cheering for,” Cathy had argued with the gym teacher. Whether or not he bought into her argument or the fact that whenever the three of you were in the bleachers, the boys went just a little bit harder, he allowed you to continue to come down to the gym.

“You don’t actually watch the games, do you?” Cathy asked, shooting a look at Ally. “We’re here because it’s Shirts vs. Skins, not to become avid Tigers fans.”

“I can enjoy the game and the view,” Ally defended. “All I’m saying is I’d rather watch Jason Danvers move his ass than fall on it.”

Cathy scoffed and rolled her eyes. You just smiled and shook your head, watching as Billy Hargrove fouled yet another Shirt on his way to yet another lay-up. His team cheered as he looked up and pointed at Cathy. Cathy wiggled her fingers at him. Out of habit, your glance moved over to Steve Harrington. He was bending over, holding onto his knees and breathing deeply but looking up at you. You shot him a smile and rolled your eyes, shooting a glance at Billy. You looked back over at Steve, and he grinned at you. There were shouts and moments later, Steve got pegged in the side of the shoulder with a basketball, the ball bouncing up into his head and knocking him over a couple of steps. You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggle. Ally and Cathy didn’t bother with the hand as they roared with laughter. Steve picked up the basketball and threw it back at a teammate, who caught it in his stomach, laughing. Steve didn’t look back up at the stands, but focused back on the game, his face bright red. You removed your hand from your mouth, and put it back down at your side, a smile still on your lips.

Yeah, Steve Harrington was an idiot.

But at least he was a damn cute one.


People assumed that since your dad was Chief of Police, you didn’t party.

People didn’t know your dad.

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Unfair

Bucky Barnes x Reader

request by @negcns “could u maybe do one where the reader and bucky have been keeping like a lowkey relationship/fwb type thing and then there’s a huge christmas party and bucky has a date and reader is super distraught so she gets super drunk and flirts w other guys that she’s always found attractive (like maybe steve) and bucky gets super SUPER jealous and then they both wind up blowing up and having an argument which then leads to smutty time which is super passionate and where they say they luv each other?? idk” 

fck jealous bucky DOE S THINGS T O ME!!! also ok this isn’t like…super smutty?? idk im sorry about that but here ya go


Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag


Bucky was uncharacteristically late for this party. 

From your seat at the open bar, you watched the doors like a hawk, pretending to be more interested in your drink, swirling it around disinterestedly whenever anyone came over to talk to you.

You tried to tell yourself that you just wanted him there because he was good company, but you also knew this was a flat out lie.

Finally, Bucky came through the doors. You stood, planning on going over to talk to him, but you froze and the smile slipped off of your face when you saw the unfamiliar woman coming in behind him. 

In a clingy red dress that hugged her curves with her blonde hair in a perfect braid down her back, she was stunning. 

What wasn’t stunning was the fact that her arm was looped through your-

No. He’s not mine. You thought bitterly.

As soon as the pair walked through the doors, you were pounding back shot after shot. In hindsight, that was probably the worst thing you could have done, but you just didn’t want to think about Bucky and the beautiful blonde that was currently draping herself all over him. 

Your eyes surveyed the girl, but you had to look away when she rested her perfectly manicured hand against Bucky’s broad chest.

The burn of the alcohol couldn’t wipe the sight from your mind.  

You had been sleeping with Bucky for about two months now, and now that he was actually here with someone, you had realized that maybe your…arrangement with him was incredibly stupid of you. 

To think that you wouldn’t fall for him-

Shaking your head, you tried to make eye contact with the bartender, but he ignored you. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you leaned to your right to try and get the guy sitting next to you to order you a drink. 

Instead, a familiar figure leaned up against the bar to the left of you. He gently touched the small of your back and reached over to whisper in your ear. “I’m cutting you off for the night darlin’.” 

“Tony, I’m fine.” You whined, pouting a little bit in his direction. 

“Y/N, you’re drunk.”

“Everyone is drunk.” You retorted, rolling your eyes.

“Ah yes,” He brought a glass of amber liquid to his lips, “But you are drunk for all the wrong reasons, and it can’t be that fun chasing your feelings away with all of that.” Tony said, motioning to the several empty glasses in front of you. 

Sliding off of the bar stool, you tried to walk away.

“I’m not that dru-” You stumbled a bit, not noticing how the walls were starting to spin around you. Closing your eyes, you anticipated the impact of the floor, but instead you found a warm pair of arms holding you up. 

Opening your eyes, you slowly blinked when you realized that Tony had caught you. Your arms were currently clutching his biceps, while an amused smirk found its way on his face. 

“Thank me later.” He whispered, his eyes flicking behind you before resting back on your gaze. Leaning forwards, he pressed his lips to yours, catching you off guard.

It had been so long since someone kissed you, and you leaned into it, relishing the feeling of warmth spreading through your cheeks. Everyone had to have been staring at this point, but you didn’t care. Reaching up, your hands found themselves behind Tony’s head, pulling him closer to you. 

After a few minutes of intense kissing, Tony pulled away. He gave a quick wink, and waltzed off, humming an unfamiliar tune. 

Dazed, you turned, your eyes instantly drifting towards Bucky. He stared back at you, an angry look on his face. The look he gave you immediately sobered you up. He tore out of the room, ignoring the girl that he had brought. 

“Wait!” You called. Bucky slammed the door, and you raced after him, needing to explain what just occured. 


“Go away.” He growled out, from ahead, still barreling forwards. 

“No!” You called, still chasing after him down the empty hallway. He stopped finally, giving you a chance to catch your breath. Bending over, you put your hands on your knees and panted. Although you were friends with the Avengers, that did not mean you were as physically fit as any of them. “You…you cannot get mad at me.”

“Well too late.” He grunted, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Bucky, are you fucking serious?”

His dark gaze flicked towards yours. “I’m…angry.” He said softly, clenching his fists. 

“Well you don’t get to be angry with me.”

“And why is that?”

Blinking up at him, you felt anger rise in your chest.  “Because you brought someone! Because y-you said you didn’t want anything more than someone to…to fuck. And then you get mad when Tony kisses me? I just-I don’t see how that’s fair.”

Bucky just huffed. 

“You aren’t going to say anything?” You growled out, throwing your hands into the air. “God, Bucky, you-you are so goddamn frustrating!” 

He shrugged and took a step closer to you.

“I-I didn’t like him kissing you. I didn’t realize it until it happened, and…” He trailed off.

“And what?”

Bucky suddenly had your back against the wall, his arms on either side of your face. Leaning in, he whispered, “I don’t want anyone else to kiss you but me.”

Dipping his head down, he began kissing your neck. Tilting your head, you automatically gave him better access to your sweet spot, moaning when he found it right away. 

Bucky knew you like the back of his hand.

He suddenly scooped you up, pushing open the door to his room and throwing you on the bed. Nothing with Bucky had ever been this rushed, but you were not complaining one bit. 

Soon, you both were stripped of all of your clothing, touching each other like this was the last time.

“Bucky I-” He cut you off with a kiss and placed himself at your entrance. Before he rolled his hips into you, he placed a soft kiss under your ear. 

“Y/N I…I love you. I think I always have.” 


You found him lounging on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, a GQ magazine (with his face on it) sitting open on his lap. 

“Hey Y/N.” Tony said cheerily, not even looking to see who had padded into the room. You balked, astounded at the fact that he seemed to know everything. 

“Uh, what you said earlier, I…came to thank you.”

Tony laughed, “Anytime sweetheart. Barnes needed a push in the right direction. I was getting sick of you two shooting love struck looks at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking. It was disgusting.”

“Thanks,” you said dryly, rolling your eyes.

Figures.

Only With You

Request: Hello! Can we have some soft Pea, warm Pea, little ball of fluff. Like he’s a hard ass around others but when he is with Reader he is a puppy. I’m such a sucker for Sweet Pea being a total gentleman when he’s with his love.

A/N: YAYAYAYAY my first request everrrr!! I already love you @southsidenoodle

+ I also added more to the ending, just cause I felt it was wayyy too rushed, so I hope you guys like it better!

Synopsis: It’s impossible not to know the name ‘Sweet Pea’ down in the Southside of Riverdale. But despite the name sounding so innocent, so good even, the person behind that name is nothing like that. He’s the boy known to all young Serpents as their ferocious leader, capable of breaking jaws and beating anyone’s ass up. Everyone knows not to piss him off. Except for one little thing: he really is that good, innocent Sweet Pea. At least, he shows it to only to one person. You.


Originally posted by veronicadvalle

Originally posted by want-your-kisses


In the midst of the grimy halls of Southside High, many students were skipping class; either taking drugs in the dark corners of the halls, or just lazing about with friends. But despite the amount of students out of class, no one was getting in trouble. The teachers had stopped caring, or rather, they were too scared to tell off some insane and dangerous thieves and gangs. The Serpents were one of these groups, skipping class and hanging out at their spot.

Their laughs echoed around the empty cafeteria as they joked around. The Serpents were telling their newest member, James Lakewood, stories about their own initiations, how one passed out for a few seconds at the final task, and how one almost lost Hot Dog. One such Serpent began to mention Sweet Pea’s initiation before he was interrupted by the new member.

“Sweet Pea?” He chuckled. “Oh, I’ve heard about him. Apparently, he’s the toughest out of all us. But let’s be real, is he really? Like, no way you can be with the name Sweet Pea.”

Immediately, all eyes looked towards him. Some chuckled, but you could see in their eyes that they were thinking the same thing. What the fuck man? Shut up!

“You might want to take that back,” Toni said, looking around nervously for her best friend. If Sweet Pea had heard him, he wouldn’t hesitate to beat him up and show him how tough he really was.

James scoffed. “C'mon guys, relax! He doesn’t scare me. How could you, with a name like that?” He burst out laughing, clutching at his stomach. “Sweet Pea, cook me some dinner. Sweet Pea go clean the house. Fucking hell, how is he even a Serpent?” He said in a mocking tone. The few Serpents who were chuckling with him suddenly stopped. No one questions a Serpent, especially not their leader. This guy was so dead meat.

But no one had the chance to put him in his place. The doors of the cafeteria slammed open, shocking all the Serpents into silence. Sweet Pea strolled in. His face was reddening, his eyes narrowed, cold, hard, and definitely set on James. Oh this guy was so, so dead meat.


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Seek And Reform

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Words: 1514
Warnings: Mention of abuse, sexual content (teasing), angst
A/N: Part three is here! Thank you for your support and nice comments! The two remaining parts should be up in the following days! Enjoy! 

Series Summary: Billy shows up in your bedroom in the middle of the night in a desperate attempt to forget about his demons.

Chapter Summary: You try to keep it together after the fight following Billy’s confession while he’s ready to push his boundaries just to win you back.

PART ONE // PART TWO //  PART THREE // PART FOUR // PART FIVE 


The bell rang and broke your reverie. Startled, you looked down at the blank pages of your notebook and frowned in annoyance. Your thoughts were fixated on something else completely and you spent the entire class on worrying instead of taking notes. You got up and shoved your things into the bag, mad at this asshole for having such a strong impact on your behaviour and emotional state. You rushed to your locker, hurriedly grabbing the things you would need at home and closed it a little bit too loud for your liking. You left the building in hopes of getting away before anyone else would have a chance to join you.

It was drizzling as if the weather decided to play a joke on you, knowing that you were already on verge of tears. You were cursing under your breath, wishing you’d brought a warmer jacket or an umbrella but some many things had been occupying your mind before leaving the home. You pressed the notebooks against your chest, securing your grip on them and desperately trying to hide the shakiness of your hands, a harsh aftermath of morning’s fight.

As soon as you left the school area, the sound of a familiar car engine reached your ears. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm your heart rate and made sure your voice was firm.

The car caught up with you and slowed down, matching your pace. Billy rolled down the window and motioned at you to get in.

“It’s freezing, I’ll take you home,” he shouted over the sound of rain. The concern was thick in his voice and you couldn’t help but feel bad again, knowing that a lot of things could have been handled better.

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a little something called courage

Hi friends! :) This is a request and a very romantic and fluffy-christmas-best-friend-type story.

Summary: At a christmas after party, Y/N gets drunk and flirts with H.

Picture aint my own.

Outside thousands of tiny snowflakes danced from the cloudy sky and met the already white and frozen ground, bringing white light into the cloudy and grey evening. In times like this it was especially nice to have a warm and cozy flat, one that smelled of sweet biscuits and was filled with the soft sound of various classic christmas songs. Harry agreed. 

“You’re flat is so much nicer than m’house,” he’d replied to me asking why he hung out at my place ever since coming back from tour, “So homey and feels like christmas, too.”

Of course I didn’t mind that my best friend refused to leave my side, on the contrary, Harry was what made my home feel as comfortable to me as it already did to him. 
He was here now, too, watching amused as I turned left and right in front of the mirror in my room, brushed through my hair and I blushed when he chuckled at the sight of me checking out my bum in the black jeans hugging my legs.

“You’re a vain one,” he commented lowly from where he sat on the edge of my bed.

He was already dressed for the occasion, a black, thin silk shirt that wore his last name where he carried his heart, and skinny jeans covered his body, proving once more that he didn’t need much in order to look attractive. He’d surely manage to make all of my coworkers swoon the moment him and I would arrive at my work’s christmas party. For some reason my heart skipped a beat at the thought of other women lusting after him, but I brushed it off and 
glance at his reflection behind me, just in time to catch the smile and wink he sent my way, before he turned his attention back on his phone. 
To be fair I had spent the past 15 minutes deciding what to wear, only to then change my mind and look for something else, and Harry’s patience impressively hadn’t wavered once. He didn’t seem too bothered by it, and really I didn’t have any other choice anyway. 
Tonight I wanted my coworkers to think I looked nice next to Harry, who’d spontaneously decided to tag along, and that was a challenge since he was simply the most gorgeous human being in the world and made anyone by his side fade into the background. Usually that was fine with me, but tonight I cared to be seen as well, maybe a little bit also so that the people drooling over him would hold themselves back.
My fingers pulled at the hem of my silver top and I scrunched up my nose in disapproval.

“Harry?” 

“Hm?”

My eyes wandered over my appearance. Over all it was a great outfit and suited the occasion, but I didn’t feel right.

“Do I look nice?” I asked my fashion expert of a best friend, “Be honest.”

Harry’s eyes found mine in the mirror and I watched with growing insecurity how they moved from my face to my chest, stomach and then legs. He sat up straighter, tilted his head and frowned. 

“Turn around.” 

I followed his request, feeling a little silly and his chest rumbled with a laugh when I ended my little twirl with a curtsy.

He nodded in approval. “I think you look lovely, darling.”

The honesty in his tone made me blush and I turned to look away quickly, though of course he could see my flustered expression in my reflection.

“Thanks, H.”

“Those jeans give you a great arse,” he continued to comment, humor in his voice, and though I sent him a glare, the confirmation that I looked hot to him had my heart flutter, “And I love the shiny top. Suits your pretty eyes. However, may I make a suggestion?”

I nodded, slightly confused, and looked at him expectantly. “Sure.”

Harry got to his feet and made his way over to my closet with bouncing steps. A cheeky smile was flashed my way and I arched my brows, wondering what he had in mind.
I watched him rummage through my clothes, giggled at how some items earned a nod and even small whistle of approval while others he tossed to the side with a head shake and a “What the hell did you think when buying this shit?” or a “Tell me you got this for a joke.”
Finally his fingers pulled out a hanger from the rack and held it out to me with a delighted expression on his face, indicating he’d found what he’d searched.

“In my humble opinion,” Harry said, “I think you should wear this.”

The hanger carried a dress, one I’d bought months ago and never dared to put on before. It was a navy blue velvet fabric with tiny stars of silver embroidered along the neckline. I knew that it suited me well and loved how it felt against my skin, but it was a little… out there.

“The neckline is a little lower than what I would normally wear,” I began slowly, “Meaning it just covers my boobs and that I can’t wear a bra under it ‘cause it would be visible. I agree and really like the dress as well, but it’s too much, Harry.”

“Look,” Harry handed me the hanger and turned back to my closet, where he crouched down and began to look for shoes that would match the outfit, “I think you look beautiful right now, I genuinely do. However: it’s tame and safe. Which is good, but I think you could, if not should, look fucking hot tonight, sweetheart. A) rub it into all of your coworkers faces and b), we’re going out after anyway and the dress isn’t too revealing for a club, is it?”

“Well, I’m flattered,” I laughed and raised the dress to look at it more closely. 

It really was a pretty dress and both the colour as well as the cut was very flattering, but wouldn’t my coworkers think that I’d overdressed? My nose scrunched up and with a final glance at Harry, who always wore outfits that were more than just a little out there and didn’t care what anybody thought as long as he himself liked them, I walked back into the bathroom. 

“I’m going to slip it on!” I declared. 

“Good girl,” Harry called after me, “Just found shoes that go with it as well.” 

….

Harry’s hand was a constant pressure at my lower back and whenever my eyes met his, however brief, he smiled. We’d earned quite the looks from the people gathered in the venue, some diverted straight to Harry but I did notice a couple eyes checking me out as well, making me smile with confidence.

“I told you,” Harry hushed into my ear, a response to somebody complimenting my appearance and I blushed heavily, “You look beautiful.” 

“So say Harry,” my colleague, Gina, a tall and pretty woman with dark hair, said, before casually resting her palm on Harry’s arm, “Are you and Y/N coming to the after party?” 

“You mean the club some of you’re going to?” 

She nodded, red painted lips stretched into a smile. My eyes glared at the hand she refused to take off his arm.

“Sure,” Harry replied politely, shrugging her hold off by casually reaching out to pull me closer, “S’always great fun to go out with m’bestie, isn’t it?”

“As long as you don’t puke on me again,” I giggled with a nudge to his stomach.

It was his cheek’s turn to flush and I waved off the girl’s request to tell the story behind my comment. There wasn’t much behind it, but I remembered Harry, hunched over the toilet and as pale as a sheet asking me to please never tell anybody about his state, something I agreed to while washing out the stains his vomit had left on the shirt I’d taken off a minute earlier. 

“Thanks for not spilling ‘bout that low of my life,” Harry murmured the moment we were left alone again.

We stood by the table, picking out different snacks from the finger food section for the other to try, since all of them looked pretty much the same amount of gross and Harry had come up with a game he called ‘let’s see who’s the worst at pretending this doesn’t taste like shit’.

I took a sip of champagne and nodded. “You’re welcome. I’m not too keen on people knowing the details of that night myself anyway.”

“Right,” Harry grinned and I kicked his shin, but of course he went on regardless, “Saw you damn close to naked that night.” 

The christmas music playing and the people chatting was loud enough for my annoyed groan of “Harry!!” to be overheard. He grinned, proud that he’d hit a nerve.

“How you noticed my almost nudity while throwing up your guts is still beyond me,” I added, quieter this time, “Here, try this.”

His face grimaced when he tasted the weird looking pastry I’d held out for him (my heart made an unfamiliar jump when his lips wrapped around my fingertips to take the food into his mouth) and he shushed me when I giggled at him casually spitting all of it out and onto a napkin.

“Attractive,” I mumbled.

Harry’s eyes narrowed and his brows arched. I knew he wasn’t going to let our earlier conversation go.

“I’d notice you taking off your shirt no matter what m’doing.”

I sent him a glare. “Stop that or I’ll shove the rest of that pastry thing down your throat.”

The giggle that followed my words had Harry’s heart drop and he found himself itch to reach out and hug me to his chest. Not only did the dress flatter my body in every way possible, he thought, but there was something else as well, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but it sure made it hard not to kiss me. He bit his lip. Why was he thinking about kissing his best friend?

We chatted some more, sometimes with other people and sometimes only with each other and slowly dusk turned into a pitch black night before the big windows. I admired the golden stars, how lovely the snow looked and sighed to myself when Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his chest.
With my back pressed to his front he hummed lowly, happiness warming his stomach.

“We don’t have to go out with them,” he murmured into my ear, “Can just go home.” 

It was a wish he only voice because I wasn’t facing him. Otherwise he wouldn’t have had the courage to admit that he didn’t really want to go get drunk with people he didn’t care about, not when there was a couch and movie player in my flat where it’d be just us.

“Wouldn’t that be a waste?” I argued, “Since I put on this dress and all.” 

He chuckled behind me. “True, that it would be for sure. So you’re down?”

Please say no, his head begged me.

“Yes,” I turned to face him, slowly moving out of his hold. 

He did look incredibly handsome. His green eyes reflected the many colourful christmas lights that decorated the room and his skin seemingly glowed, perhaps partly due to the makeup he’d let me apply to his face in the afternoon. Well, maybe just because he was that pretty to look at.

“What are you staring at me for?” he asked, lips quirked up into a smile.

I shrugged. “Nothing. So… can we go?”

“Sure. I think your friends, Gina and Amy, are ready to leave as well.”

….

The club Gina and Amy dragged Harry and I to was one he’d been to before and the moment we stepped inside the dark venue that had loud music jumping from the walls, he warned me that there was a barkeeper he’d want to say hello to and have a quick chat with since he knew him for some reason I couldn’t quite hear over all of the noise and wanted to catch up.
I could tell Harry didn’t like the idea of leaving me in the middle of a club, but I reassured him that since I wasn’t completely on my own but with two friends, it would be fine.

“M’not gonna be long, anyway,” he repeated, eyes full with worry, “Promise.”

“Sure, no, it’s fine, H. You just come find me later alright?”

He nodded and with a quick, warm, kiss to my cheek left my side for the first time all week. It felt kinda weird and I watched him walk away with the wish to call him back right on the tip of my tongue.

“Where is he going?” Gina asked, faint disappointment in her voice. 

Her brown eyes stared after his figure pushing its way through the crowd, a look in her orbs I couldn’t quite place. Maybe she fancied him, I thought, who didn’t, right? If I were a nicer person I would set them up and play matchmaker. I knew Harry wouldn’t mind a girlfriend these days. 

“Sucks to be alone at christmas,” he’d complained on a daily basis ever since late november, at first via texts and now every day in person. 

I knew what he meant, as I was very single myself. It would’ve been nice to have a body to cuddle up to in the middle of these cold nights, to have someone help put up a christmas tree and I longed for the stress and pressure of having to find the perfect present for my significant other.
Harry felt the same. And Gina was pretty and from my limited experiences with her I knew she was quite nice so maybe… no, not gonna happen. I wasn’t going to set my Harry up with anybody. 

“He’s saying hi to a friend who works here,” I explained briefly, distracting myself form having just thought of Harry as my Harry.

Amy returned from the bar with drinks for us and handed me the cranberry flavored one. We clinked our glasses together, cheered on our short christmas break that was starting today and the moment I swallowed the first sip I knew the amount of alcohol in there would make me tipsy. And that was just drink number one. I shuddered, then raised the glass for another sip.

“So you and Harry,” Amy began after we chatted about this and that for a while, “What’s going on between you two?”

It had been a question both her and Gina had been burning to ask me ever since I’d arrived at the office party with the handsome male by my side. 
They’d noticed how close our bodies stayed throughout the small gathering, as if there was an invisible thread binding them together and keeping them from moving apart. I knew it was easy to mistake our friendship for a lover’s relationship, since Harry and I were as close and loving with each other as other couples who actually were with each other romantically, and I had had my fair share of awkward conversations about it before, so I didn’t mind them mentioning it now too much. Especially since I had been right and was in fact already a little tipsy. I found myself minding a lot less when there was alcohol involved.

I shrugged. “Nothing. We’re best friends, why?”

In sync, Gina and Amy’s heads tilted and their eyebrows arched. I took another sip and shrugged once more. 

“What?”

“Well, I mean,” Gina smiled, “I figured guys weren’t a couple but I thought you guys were dating…”

“…or at least hooking up,” Amy finished with a laugh.

“Nope,” I shook my head, giggling myself, “We don’t think of each other like that.” 

“That’s not exactly true,” Amy argued, her voice slightly raised over the loud music, some dubstep version of ‘All I Want For Christmas’, “I see the way his eyes rest on your face, like, all the time. How he pulls you into his side or compliments you every minute or so. If that isn’t a guy who fancies a girl I don’t know what is.” 

“No, no, no, that’s not what he’s like everyday,” I explained quickly, “he’s the one who convinced me to wear this dress since he likes it a lot and now… well he’s just a bit clingy lately, I guess. We were separated for a long time while he was away working and when he’s back we’re always a bit more attached to the other than usually. But there’s nothing more behind it. I swear.”

I thought they would let it go after that elaboration, but being the nosy girls they were the subject of me and Harry kept being brought up.
They asked about the origin of our friendship, tried to dig and get more details about the night he puked on me and finally repeatedly asked if I had feelings for him, to which of course I’d said no every time.

But did I really not have feelings for him, my drunk head suddenly began to question. He was attractive, obviously, and my type. But besides that he was also the easily smartest man I’d ever met, the most thoughtful and genuinely good person in my life and, well, I cared about him more than I did anyone else I considered a best friend of mine.
I swallowed hard. Shit.

All the while I was slowly realizing things I had tried not to before, I was handed drink after drink, all of them different and payed by either Amy or Gina. Part of me knew that their generosity wasn’t just them being nice, but them trying to get me drunk enough to spill the secrets about Harry and my feelings I was trying to hide from them. 
I was lucky they didn’t give a shit about him being famous or how wealthy he was, or else I would’ve drunkly admitted way too much had they bothered to ask, because two shots later, I was positiv that I was very drunk. 

“Listen,” Amy sighed, not quite sober herself, “We think that you and Harry are meant to be.”

“Wonderful,” I laughed, “You got to that conclusion after meeting him for the first time just three hours ago?”

Gina nodded and giggled. “I wouldn’t mind getting with him myself, believe me.”

I knew it! Forget it Gina!

“But I think he’s into you and I know when there’s no changing a guy’s mind. So, Amy and I think you should go over to him and finally, do yourself a favor, and jump his bones.”

“Though the jumping and boning should maybe happen when you’re alone with him,” Amy added.

I rolled my eyes and turned to find his face in the crowd. Harry hadn’t been out of my sight for more than five minutes since he left my side. The friend he was speaking to had his back to us, so Harry’s eyes could find mine and watch over me at all times. 
He’s so cute, my drunk brain sighed, always making sure I’m okay.
Fuck. I’m really drunk.
The cloud my head was stuck in slowed my thoughts and made them all romantic the moment Harry was involved. Fucking hell.

“Oi!” Gina called out, “She’s not saying no!”

Both of them clapped their hands in excitement, bearing wide smiles. 

“I can’t!” I groaned and hid my eyes behind my shaking palm, “He’s my best friend.”

Amy shoved another drink into my free hand. “That’s exactly why you’re going to go for it.”

I glanced at the yellow-ish drink. “Now what even is this?”

Amy smiled, raising her own cocktail. “A little something called courage.”

After emptying that drink number I-didn’t-know-anymore as well, my eyes found his face.
Okay. This was the dumbest idea ever and something I would for sure regret the moment my brain sobered up. In this moment however…
Harry did look great. And inviting.
As always, drawn to him and longing to be closer, my feet carried me towards him without my head consenting to it. 
Harry’s hands reached out for my arms the moment I got closer, steading me. I’d been tumbling, apparently, and looked as if I might trip over my own feet, worrying him the second I got closer. 
His fingers touched my bare skin and I felt my heart squeeze itself so tightly it hurt in my chest. 

“Ow.”

“How much did you have?” Harry asked, brows furrowed and no humor in his tone. 

When he spoke the music around us seemed to quieten, all of my senses only there to pay attention to him.

“S’this the girl?” his friend wondered behind me and Harry gave a short nod, all of his thoughts on me. 

“Y/N, you alright?” 

“Sure!” I cheered and leaned my head against his shoulder as I embraced him awkwardly, “Missed you, that’s all. Promised you’d be right back.”

He smiled at my pouted lips. “M’sorry, love. But, really, how much did you drink?”

I shrugged. “A bit. A lot. Don’t know, but probably slightly too much.”

“Slightly,” he agreed. 

Harry’s arm sneaked around my waist and his fingers fisted the velvet material. He was glad I was with him and cursed himself for not having noticed the many different glasses of alcohol I’d been drinking from in his absence. It wasn’t that he minded me consuming alcohol, it wasn’t his place to anyway, but something about my current state made him uneasy and ache to get me out of the situation as fast as possible.
My hand absently drew patterns over his chest and I followed my own finger with attentive eyes. His skin was warm under the thin material and my tongue had to hold back the small moan rolling off it at the thought of the warmth being revealed to my eyes. If only that damn silk wasn’t there. 

“Is it your turn to throw up on me tonight?” Harry joked when I hiccuped and the tiniest bit of bile tickled my throat. 

I shook my head, then grinned up at him and poked his cheek. “Only if that means it’s your turn to take off your shirt. Remember? Like I did that night.”

“I’m gonna leave you two to it,” the guy Harry had met up with excused himself and Harry quickly apologized to him, promised to reach out another time and then turned to me. 

His hands held me at an arms reach from him and I blushed when his eyes stared into mine intensely. “What’s gotten into you, Y/N? Don’t think I’ve seen you quite this tipsy before. If not dare I say, wasted.”

“I’m fine,” I groaned and slapped his shoulder, “Fun-police.”

My hands reached for him again, gentler this time, and Harry’s lips parted in surprise when I shrugged off his hold and instead slung my arms around his neck. I nuzzled his collarbones and giggled at how funny it felt to press my breasts, which were as I’d warned him earlier today, not supported by a bra, to his chest.
Harry loosely held me to him. 

“Jeez, Y/N,” he sighed, “M’gonna take you home, alright? Think you’re unwell.”

“Because I want to be close to you?” I gasped, pushing him back. 

Sudden hurt cursed through my middle, making my tummy turn and eyes water. He was rejecting me, he didn’t want me to touch him or be as clingy with him as he’d been with me all week. If that wasn’t beyond unfair!
Harry frowned at my upset expression. 

“Hey,” he caressed my cheek gently, “Don’t give me that look, baby. M’just worried about you, s’all. Appreciate how much you like me all of a sudden, believe me. S’nice to have you attached like that.”

“M’not being clingy,” I whined, though of course I was. 

“You are,” he smiled and soothed my pout with a kiss to my forehead, “but I like it, so it’s fine. Please let me get you home now, though, alright?”

“I’d much rather dance with you!” I giggled, letting him take my hands only to move them and force them up so he was sort of twirling me around, “Show off my dress and my hot, handsome and oh so sweet Harry.”

At that he laughed and when I looked up at him, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes wide. His heart hammered in his chest and never before had he felt himself long to lean in and kiss me as strongly as he did now.

“Babe,” he warned, “You’re drunk off your arse. C’mon.”

His fingers interlocked with one of my hands and he pulled me with slow but certain steps towards my two giggling friends. He wore a stern look, though I knew him well enough to know that there was a smile right under the surface and that he wasn’t really mad at me or them. 

“Don’t care which one of you is responsible for this,” he nodded at me giggling behind him, amused with how his shirt looked when I pulled at the hem, “but m’gonna have to take care of her now. So thank you very much.”

“As if you mind,” Gina grinned. 

Harry glanced at her before turning to Amy, the arguably most sober one from all of us, “Will you two be alright without us?”

“Of course,” she assured him, “Go get Y/N home.”

….

It was a funny drive home.
Harry spent the whole twenty minutes apologizing profoundly to the cab driver who had to endure me singing christmas songs (baldy), me shouting at Harry that I was serious and sure that I would throw up right now (I didn’t), me crying because I was embarrassing Harry and finally, me complimenting a helpless Harry every five seconds. 

“I love your hair,” I’d sighed, one fist holding on to it tightly, “So fucking soft.”

“Thanks, love,” Harry sighed, by this point just letting me say and touch whatever I wanted since trying to shut me up had proven itself to be pointless. 

I leaned in closer, my lips ghosted over the shell of his ear and Harry’s toes curled when I moaned faintly and my warm breath hit his skin. “Tell you a secret. I wish I knew what it was like to hold on to it during sex.”

“And on that note,” the cab driver interrupted, “M’glad to say that we have reached your destination.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever tipped somebody as much as I did that poor man,” Harry groaned as he carried me down the hallway and into my bedroom. 

I giggled against his neck and kicked my legs back and forth. “You’re such a good guy, H.”

Once there, he dropped me on my mattress and began to remove my shoes with quick fingers, freeing my aching feet.

“Want me to help with your dress as well?” he asked, genuinely trying to help and with no erotic thoughts behind his suggestion at all. Well, perhaps some.

I gave a lazy nod and stretched out my arms. “Yes please.”

A shirt was dropped on my chest and I giggled when Harry accidentally tickled me by touching my sides briefly. He fumbled to find the zipper, pulled it down and slowly began to push the material off my shoulders and then down my stomach, all the while trying to adjust the shirt he’d thrown over me like a blanket so it kept certain areas covered from his eyes. 

“You’re so sweet,” I cooed once I lay technically naked, except for the shirt, before him, “A real gentleman.” 

“Thanks,” he hummed, “Now put the shirt on while I’ll find you a pair of shorts, alright?”

With numb fingers I somehow managed to push my body up and into a sitting position and then pull the shirt over my head. It fell over my thighs and it was then that I realized the shirt wasn’t mine, but the silky fabric he’d been wearing all night. I diverted my eyes to the Styles resting right over my left breast, and blushed. 

“Suits you,” he hummed and smiled when my eyes found his where he stood by the edge of my bed. Topless. 

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” I sighed, a small grin pulling at my lips, “Didn’t even have to throw up on you first.”

He laughed and shrugged at that, then tossed me a pair of shorts, though when I groaned and complained that I couldn’t put them on myself, he complied and helped me pull them up my legs. 

“Do you think we can skip brushing my teeth?” I whimpered, the thought of getting up saddening me somehow. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighed and sat down beside me, and his heart aching at how adorably uncertain I looked, “Please don’t drink like this again, alright?” 

“Alright, “ I nodded and he smiled softly when my fingers found his. 

For a moment we stayed silent, my eyes were set on his hand while his didn’t leave my face. My head wasn’t too cloudy anymore, maybe because the water he’d forced me to drink before carrying me to bed, was working wonders already, and slowly I started to realize what I’d done. Oh, shit.

“I kinda flirted with you tonight,” I murmured, hot embarrassment burning my cheeks.

Harry giggled adorably and I moved to make room for him so he could slip under the blanket and cover me with it as well. My head found his shoulder to rest on and his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me further into his chest. 

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and dropped a kiss to my temple, “Don’t be. S’fine.”

We fell silent once more, our eyes focused on different spots in my room and slowly we both felt sleep creep up on us. 
I scratched his bare tummy with my fingers and sighed against his skin. This felt incredible. The silk material warmed against my skin as it lay pressed to his naked chest, a fact I under other circumstances would have swooned over.
He held on to me tighter. 

“M’only saying this because you’re my best friend,” he sighed against my forehead and moaned lowly when my leg pushed between his so we lay wound together, “And because I think the alcohol s’gonna delete the memory off your brain by tomorrow anyway, but I kinda fancy you, Y/N.”

The words were rushed and his chest rumbled under my ear when he spoke. I cuddled myself further against him, joy and love warming my heart.

“Good,” I murmured and placed a soft kiss to the warmth of his jaw, “Kinda fancy you as well, H.”

The white pillow our heads were resting on dipped when he turned his head and upon looking up our eyes met, curiosity and surprise reflecting in the other’s orbs.

“Huh,” he hummed and a finger found my cheek to caress it tenderly, “Okay. Maybe try not to forget this bit of the night then.”

“I’ll give it my best.” 

We didn’t kiss that night, though I burned to do so. But Harry already hadn’t imagined to admit how he felt while I was intoxicated, the truth had just spilled out of him at the sight of me comfortable and pressed to his chest and because it felt so good to be cuddled up to me in my bed, but he at least he wanted our first kiss to be when we were both sober and, well, when it was perfect.
And turned out perfect came the next morning, when both of our mouths smelled of morning breath and they met each other smiling, after I’d sleepily hushed into his ear that my memory was very much in tact and that I still very much and head over heels, adored my best friend.


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Petname Babygirl II pt. 7

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genre: ANGST, smut, sugardaddy!yoongi with a twisted mind and his brother..

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And I wanna make a list of all the Nier Automata machines’ namesakes, because I love trivia, I love philosophy, and I love this game.

Marx and Engels

As you probably guessed, they’re named after Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, best known for their collaborative work, the Communist Manifesto. I don’t really have any solid theories on why a bucket buzzsaw and an oil rig transformer got names like that, maybe because industry/industrial things are important to communism according to the book? I dunno, it’s been a while.


Beauvoir

Most seem to call her “the opera boss.” She seems to be named after Simone de Beauvoir, a French philosopher who delved into existentialism as well as gender and feminism. 

Interestingly, the machine who Beauvoir is infatuated with, Jean-Paul, is named after Jean-Paul Sartre, a fellow existentialist and lifelong lover of the real-life Beauvoir. Machine Jean-Paul even quotes his namesake when you first speak to him: “Existence precedes essence.”


Pascal

Most likely named after Blaise Pascal, French mathematician and theological writer. Dude didn’t even live to 40 but he still managed to leave his mark with a couple theorems, early functioning calculators, and the famous Wager about how believing in God is logically less risky and more potentially rewarding than doing otherwise. As a Christian, it’s pretty likely the human Pascal would have dismissed Nietzsche as a guy “skipping profound and jumping straight to crazy” as well. 

Interestingly, Pascal’s Wager comes from  the Pensées, a book left unfinished due to Pascal’s death. You’re given this very book to take to machine Pascal, but never end up delivering it since his village is slaughtered soon after. 

In addition to all that, Pascal is also a form of programming language as well as a unit for the measurement of internal stress or pressure. Could be references to how Pascal the machine is exceptionally eloquent and intelligent, and suffice to say, he’s under quite a lot of stress by route C.


Ernst

The Forest King is probably named after Ernst Bloch, another Marxist philosopher. He was best known for writing “The Principle of Hope,” which explores the idea of utopia, a concept that this machine tried to create by forming a kingdom as a “utopia for machines.”


Immanuel 

The baby Forest King, probably named after Immanuel Kant, the guy responsible for Kantian ethics. Given how frustrating that set of ethics can be, and how convoluted Kant is when it comes to explaining himself, I’d wanna skewer his machine representation too. 

On a side note, the image of a swaddled baby in a crib sort of reminds me of the typical depiction of baby Jesus, another king of sorts who was also called Immanuel.


Grün

After going nuts and attacking everything, including ally machines, this dark colossus was exiled deep into the ocean. In similar fashion, radical socialist philosopher/activist Karl Grün was exiled for his shenanigans. Twice actually. 


Kierkegaard

The robo cult leader is probably named after Danish philosopher and theologian  Søren Kierkegaard, one of the first to delve into existentialism. Human Kierkegaard, to sum it up, wrote a metric fuckton about everything Christian. Interestingly, he became disgusted with the Church as a government institution, believing that mixing in politics caused the religion to deteriorate into nothing more than a casual trend full of hypocrites. 

Kierkegaard apparently emphasized use of one’s consciousness, and the term “leap of faith” is commonly attributed to him. Though I doubt he’d approve of leaping into vats of molten metal…


So-Shi and Boku-Shi

(Boku-Shi looks identical except he’s got cannons instead of blade arms lol)

Named after the Japanese pronunciations of Chinese philosophers Zhuangzi and Mozi. 

Zhuangzi is credited for writing the manuscript that bears his name. It’s mostly a collection of fables and poetry that dismiss human perception of things like good and evil or life and death, emphasizing a sort of carefree wandering approach to existence. 

Mozi is known for opposing the philosophy of Confucianism, advocating self-restraint and reflection over obedience to established order. 

Honestly I have no clue why they would have these names because all they did was attack me in a factory and electrify a pond in the most not-carefree and unrestrained fashion possible.


Hegel

Fun fact: while researching, this guy’s name kept coming up either as influence or inspiration for a bunch of different people. He had a firm-held belief in the freedom of mankind and their self-determination and influenced the likes of Nietzsche, Marx, and made way for psychoanalysis and existentialism. … this guy seems important but it’s 3am and I’m trying to do a brief analysis here…


Auguste and Friedrich

Big brother and a buncha little brothers, the former named after Auguste Comte, a guy who was seriously put off by the French Revolution and tried to introduce positivism to help. He’s credited with coining the term “altruism.”

The latter is probably named after Friedrich Nietzsche. Nihilism, God is dead, etc, tbh I’m still not sure what the heck was going on with this whole sequence in the game to say anything about this, other than that I’m sort of amused that Nietzsche makes his cameo with a bucket on his head.


  Ko-Shi and Ro-Shi

Named after the Japanese pronunciations for Confucius and the Taoist Laozi respectively. 

tl;dr: you get to beat up Confucianism and Taoism at the same time! 

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, teasing and punishing you against the Impala and in return you let him know about your kinks and what you fantasize with him.

Related to these: Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous when he sees a guy leave your house in the morning when your parents are gone on a trip.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, implying there are more things he can to you than the boy you had over a few days ago. And going into detail.

Imagine changing in your room while your neighbor, Dean Winchester, is watching from his own window.

Imagine going for a swim in a bikini to tease your neighbor, Dean Winchester, who has been doing the same all day.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, suggesting all the things he can do to you in return to you implying the things you want him to do when your parents are gone.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, teasing you with his scruff and lips when he knows you fantasize about him and in return you show him how dirty you can and have been for him.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous to see you with another man in a bar and shows him who you belong to and you who can please you the right way, giving you what you really need.

Well, here we are, princess.”

Wh-what do you mean?” you felt all air get caught in your lungs, your eyes widening visibly as your mouth went dry. Could he really mean it? You weren’t prepared for this, sure you immediately took the opportunity when you saw him at the bar to play the jealousy card, but you never thought his reaction would be this… no matter how much you actually wanted it anyway.

What do you think, sweetheart?” he asked in a husky voice, towering over you as he placed his hands on the Impala on either side of your head.

I don’t- I-” you blinked, finding it impossible to form words when he was looking down at you with such a predatory look, his eyes dark and hungry. You almost shrunk in your place, your heart was hammering your chest and as much as you had imagined this moment so many times but now that he was finally saying this you were frozen in your place.

What?” he asked, fighting an almost satisfied grin; especially when a squeak left your lips as he pressed his body to yours and his hips rubbed against yours “I didn’t hear you. How ‘bout you say it again baby girl?” he added with a smirk and an inhuman sound left your lips at the nickname he used for the first time on you.

What-” it came out very low and squeaky “What are you going to do?” you surprised yourself how you were able to form a whole sentence.

To you, you mean?” he raised an eyebrow effortlessly, smirking as you gave him a weak nod, and licking his lips he proceeded to bite his lower one as he looked down at you with a skeptic frown.

There are far too many things I want, at this moment.” his breath fanned over your face “You have no idea just how many, sweetheart.” he almost growled the words and you felt a shiver run down your spine “Oh it will take you by surprise. See, you’ve been really naughty for me to let it slip, tonight, don’t you think I have every right to?”

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