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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You don’t hate us, right, Phi? You love us,” Macau said.
It was the sincerity, the casualty of how Macau said those words that made Pete relent. He let out a big sigh. It was so easy - too easy - for them to get him where they wanted him.
“I do,” Pete said with a big sigh.
Pete found more than love with Vegas and Pete.
He found his home.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Stop. It,” Pete warned. “I should leave you like this for another hour. Let you steam and wonder what I’m doing. Let you wonder who’d be the lucky person who got to fuck me open, who made me scream and whine and feel ‘oh so good’. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”
“No,” Vegas snarled.
“No,” Pete repeated with a soothing voice. “Because you think that I’m yours. That I belong to you. And you know what?” Pete bent forward, his lips nearly brushing against Vegas’. “I’m my own person and I belong to no one. You may call me your pet, your whore, but at the end of the day, I only belong to myself. You may fuck me, you may leave your marks all over me. But in the end, it’s all because I allow it.” Pete moved his head and left a bite-mark low on Vegas’ neck. “You are nothing but my slave,” he whispered into Vegas’ ear. “And tonight I’ll take what I want from you.”
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"Mr Vegas?" Tankhun stopped him in his train of thoughts. "I'd have my precious puppy available for your service?"
Vegas raised an eyebrow. Noone had been allowed to get close to Tankhun's precious pup ever. Most clients thought it was a myth, that the person behind that nickname didn't even exist and Vegas had been one of them. And now he was offered a night with him? Vegas would have been stupid to say no.
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Vegas had been ruined for anyone else and so had been Pete.
But they had been made for each other.
The fun thing about having a Tumblr is that I don't have to go through the very taxing exercise of choosing the perfect series to hyperfixate on. Tumblr will just continuously show me gifset of two gays like it's a sign from God saying "here, these are your new support gays, cherish them" and that's that yk. It really saves me a lot of trouble
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Vegas had never kissed someone.
His friends dared him to kiss the next person entering the room.
To his dismay, it's his bodyguard, Pete.
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Pete vowed to keep Vegas safe from any harm.
Even his own father.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Dying wasn't that hard.
Being killed wasn't that bad either. Especially when you had it coming for ages. Pete should have been dead months ago. He was supposed to be killed by Vegas after his father had told him so.
But things went differently.
Pete survived.
Pete fell in love.
With Vegas.
They had been happy, at least as long as it had lasted.
TW: MCD
in defense of RPF
If you’ve watched TV on any network or heard of any Oscar-nominated movies ever in your life, then you’ve seen RPF. It’s just not called RPF. It’s often called a “biopic” or “historical fiction” or “based on real life events.”
The Crown? RPF.
Bohemian Rhapsody and Rocket Man? RPF.
The Social Network? RPF.
A fairly large number of Doctor Who episodes? RPF.
Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter? RPF.
Just look at the actors who have won Oscars. In the last two decades, 22 out of 40 leads won for playing biographical roles (55%). And this isn’t a recent trend, either. We’ve been writing books and movies and TV shows about real people for as long as humans have been able to write.
So why do people hate RPF so much in fanfiction form? I think an argument can be made that it’s not the RPF that’s the problem. It’s the sex. Somehow, writing a story about a real person and including a sex scene in it is worse than just writing a story about them that doesn’t include sex.
So is the problem RPF? Mainstream awards shows would have me believe that it’s not. Entire genres of literature and film make me think that writing fictional stories about real people isn’t an issue at all. It’s writing stories about those real people having sex with other people that causes the problem. Which means that the problem isn’t RPF at all, it’s sex.
The F in RPF stands for Fiction. People who post it on AO3 are posting it on a website that is specifically dedicated to fiction. Anyone reading a story on AO3 and thinking that it’s an accurate portrayal of reality probably doesn’t even know what AO3 is. Which makes me wonder how they found the story to begin with.
Pick your genre of fanfiction and someone out there has a problem with it, and a lot of the time that problem comes down to the wrong people having the wrong kind of sex. Or the right people having sex, but the wrong people are writing it.
RPF exists in the world. It’s written about the famous and the nameless. It’s written about the dead and the living. It’s written about adults and about children.
If you don’t enjoy RPF, don’t read it. But leave the people who like it alone. A fantasy is still just a fantasy, even if you write it down.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Baekhyun looked up at Taeyong with a grin on his face and a devilish glint in his eyes. "About the collaborations with the others. You don't have to stop them. Not because of me. I enjoy it to watch. To be honest, I might have a tiny voyeurism kink, so that's not a problem at all. If it should ever become a problem, for me or you, we will talk about it like the responsible adults we are, okay?" Taeyong nodded. "Good. And to answer your last question: I would love to join you, Taeyong-ah, but people know my face, they know where I work and who I am. So I can't join you, at least not visibly. But I could sit out of view, tell you what you could do, maybe add some toys, make you come from my voice alone. Maybe one of your friends could join you, you two being good boys for me, listening to every single one of my orders. Would you like that, babe?"
Taeyong was breathing hard now, his cock hard in his pants. To hear all the things Baekhyun wanted to do with him was such a turn on.
"Yes, hyung. I think I would like that very much."
"Good, me too."
They smiled at each other bashfully, even when they had just discussed their future sex life. Taeyong picked up his cup and sipped on his coffee.
"So, you watched all my streams. With all of my friends having their ways with me, in one way or another." Taeyong inclined his head, resting his cheek against his palm. "Tell me hyung, which one did you enjoy the most?"
Baekhyun's eyes glinted dangerously.
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Taeyong wandered off to the kitchen to pour them a glass of water each while Baekhyung went to his bedroom, getting pyjamas and a toothbrush for Taeyong. When he returned he placed them on the back of the couch.
“I … you can have the bed, Taeyong. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Taeyong furrowed his brows, pouting at Baekhyun. “Why would you sleep on the couch, hyung. Isn’t your bed big enough for both of us? I am sure when we cuddle we will both fit in. I won’t have you sleeping on the couch in your own flat, hyung!”
“It is big enough for both of us,” Baekhyun said slowly.
“Then I don’t see a problem why you should stay on the couch. Come on, Baekhyunnie. Let’s go to bed.”
Taeyong placed his cup in the sink and took Baekhyun’s hand, leading him to his bedroom, grabbing his pyjamas on the way there.
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"It's all black," Taeyong stated the obvious.
"No shit, Sherlock,” Ten deadpanned. “This will make you look all hot and sexy with a bit of makeup and jewellery. Shall I chose your panties too or …"
"NO," Taeyong yelled. "No, I can choose my underwear myself, thank you very much."
Ten laughed into his fist and the other two on his bed giggled like the children they were.
"Wear the red panties. The lace ones," Lucas said. "They hug your ass nicely."
Taeyong sent him another death glare. "You are all far too familiar with my ass," he grumbled under his breath as he fetched the suggested panties from the drawer.
"And what a nice ass that is. Not to forget the legs attached to said ass," Mark said dreamily which made Ten and Lucas laugh even harder.
