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reidrum · 1 year ago

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wine or wine not | s.r

spencer reid x bau!reader

a/n: i think i love writing buildup to smut than actual smut, but i hope you guys like this lmk what you think. this was requested with the prompts "look at me when you come on my fingers" and "muttering compliments kissing down their body" and it was so much fun to write aaaaahh, my requests are open so please send more!!! guidelines in pinned <3

summary: you're hopelessly pining after spencer at a rossi party, and when you run into him in the kitchen when you're getting a refill and he asks if you want to explore the mansion with him, who are you to say no?

cw: 18+ minors dni pls, fingering, p in v, nipple play, soft!dom!spence, spencer being ridiculously hot its criminal, ooc penelope but it was for the plot, pining idiots, wine cellar sex wine cellar sex wine cellar sex, public sex, morgan and prentiss being dumb, rossi being a smug lil shit, a dumb ass title sorry i didn't know what else to name it lol

wc: 4.1k

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these days rossi was always finding some reason to throw a party at his mansion. you’re not exactly sure what it was tonight, a birthday? an anniversary? regardless, you and the team appreciated the excuse to unwind, dress up, and have non murder related fun.

the sun is setting over the rolling hills the mansion is perched on, and you’re sat at a table with the girls— penelope, jj, and emily discussing penelope’s latest dating escapade. you’re trying hard to pay attention, you really are, but it proves to be difficult when you’re focused on the man showing magic tricks to the kids across the room.

you look on yearnfully as spencer pulls a coin from jack’s ear, all the kids are laughing and cheering and he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“hellooo?” penelope waves a hand in front of you dramatically, “i’m getting to the good part and you’re off in space!”

you jolt back to the present, “sorry pen, i’m listening i promise. so he shows up to your door with maple syrup and feathers?”

“YES, anyways so then he’s like i have a proposition for you…” penelope continues her story but you can’t help but zone out again. your eyes drift back to boy genius as he finishes another trick for little henry before rising up to his full height. it’s in that moment his eyes meet yours and softens as he offers you a small wave.

you return the gesture back which causes the girls at your table to look in the same direction and they come to a glaring conclusion too quickly.

“ah, that’s why you’re not paying attention. too busy ogling mr. houdini over there.” jj remarks.

“i am not!” you scoff.

“oh you so are,” emily says, “when are you going to let yourself feel your heart’s full content.”

“first of all, i can’t stand you. second of all, it’s not worth it. he would never feel the same about me.” you say as emily rolls her eyes.

this time penelope interjected, “oh don’t be so cynical. you haven’t even tried how could you even know?”

but you did know. it’s not that spencer didn’t like you, he treated you the same as any team member, but that was just it. you wanted him to see you as more. during cases you would try to impress him or make breakthroughs in the hopes he would tell you ‘good job’. a couple times you brought him coffee when you got yours, just to hear him say your name and thanks. work conversations rarely seemed to move past small talk, but you’re a little sure that’s on your part because he just made you so nervous. and like, he’s a profiler. so you’re sure to some degree he knows how you feel, and it just makes you regress into your safe hole even further because you think he’s being nice by not acknowledging it and saving you the embarrassment.

the girls knew about your harbored crush for a month now, since the last bau drinks night you got a little too truthful during truth or dare. you were much younger in comparison to your colleagues, so they offered their sympathies at your unrequited love and tried to get you to come out more and let loose.

which is one of the reasons you’re sitting in rossi’s living room, wine glass in hand, as morgan recounts the craziest date hes ever been on. the other reason, which you wouldn’t admit to anyone, was so you could admire your (not) lover from an acceptable distance and not risk embarrassing yourself.

so here you are, two glasses deep, rising up from your spot on the floor telling everyone you’re going to get a refill. your heels click against the hardwood floors all the way to the kitchen where you just so luckily run into the (your) man of the hour.

“hi.”

you were looking down at your feet as you walked to the kitchen, your head snapping up to meet the voice, “hi spencer.” you said softly.

“if you’re looking for more wine, i think emily just grabbed the last bottle,” you must have outwardly deflated as he continued, “that bad out there?”

“only so much wine can get me through penelope’s sexcapades and derek’s crazy one night stands.” you joke.

he chuckles back, “oh i know, why do you think i’m hiding out in here?”

you laugh again before an uncomfortable yet strangely comfortable silence falls between you both. unknowingly you both take turns gazing at each other, indexing the others features as if this moment would be the only chance you got.

you’re about to take your loss and leave when spencer speaks up again, “you know, i wouldn’t put it past rossi to have a secret wine cellar somewhere.”

“honestly, you’re probably right. what kind of italian just runs out of wine.”

spencer pauses slightly before saying, “do you want to see if we can find it?”

you look at his eyes again and catch a glint of mischief? concern that you’re wine-less? whatever it is, you take the bait.

“i’m game.”

—

rossi’s mansion was humongous. it was well known that he was loaded from his years in the bureau and multiple book deals, but holy shit, the rooms just seemed never ending, and none of them were a wine cellar.

“i don’t know spence, i'm starting to lose hope, and debating to revoke rossi’s italian card.”

you’re both in one of the many studies and are about to leave to find another room, when spencer notices a smaller door next to the study. he slowly opens it and peaks inside to find a descending wooden staircase. he looks at you with a smirk, “i think we just found it.”

he holds the door open and gestures you to enter first, following shortly behind you as he shuts the door. he makes sure to check that it’ll still open even after it’s shut, and you both relax a little seeing it still unlock. you move down the stairs, gripping the handrail and praying you don’t trip over your heels and fall to an embarrassing demise.

spencer descends a step behind you, trying so hard not to let his eyes wander down your bare back to the curve of your hips. once he steps off you both go in opposite directions to explore. you take in the vast amount of shelves and wine racks, taking note of how it seems to be separated by year and by type. running your fingers over the labels, you’re intrigued by a shelf with the year you were born, and pause in front of it. you reach up to a shelf that is just a smidge taller than you, hoping to grab the neck of an old wine bottle.

even in your heels you’re struggling, attempting little hops to try and reach. you’re about to give up when you feel a warm hand on your right hip, while an outstretched arm on your left seamlessly grabs the bottle and brings it down to you, “careful sweetheart, don’t wanna break that pretty head of yours.” spencer says lowly.

excuse me, what the fuck did he just say.

you inspect the bottle he so kindly brought down for you, but it’s a futile effort. you can’t even remember why you wanted to see it. all you can think about is your hands clamming up, sending threats to the wine bottle it’s holding. your mind is fogging up fast, and you’re trying to order your brain to say something instead of going mute while he’s still an inch behind you. with his hand on your hip still.

“oh god,” you start shakily, “you scared me spence.” you angle your body to the left so you can attempt to show how unbothered you are and look at his face.

good save (not).

he’s staring down at you with a hint of a smirk on his lips, like he’s keeping a secret from you. his eyes are intently focused on you when he speaks again, “just didn’t want you to get hurt. s’all.”

with his close proximity, you’re sure he can hear your heart beating through both of your chests, hell it was so loud they could probably hear it upstairs. he’s still got you caged in front of him when he continues, “any particular reason for this bottle?”

“yeah no, i just, wanted to see what bottles of wine he had from the year i was born.” you answer, watching as spencer moves back to give you space when you turn to face him.

he nods, “did you know that wine is associated with the greek god dionysus?”

“no i didn’t, actually.”

“it’s really interesting,” he moves forward a tiny inch, “they call him the patron god of wine, but a lot of people often forget that he’s also the god of fertility and ecstasy.”

oh. “ecstasy?” you whisper confusingly.

“yes, he believes when you drink wine it gives you emotional and physical pleasure.”

“how does that even work?” you nervously laugh.

spencer reaches his arm above your head, never breaking eye contact, and grabs two wine glasses by their stems, “you wanna find out?”

with only so many words, you give another nod. he uncorks the bottle with ease and pours out two glasses, with his having a little less than yours, most likely due to his slow but steady return to drinking casually. clinking your glasses, you take a big gulp hoping it’ll satiate the building nerves. but you’re watching the way his fingers wrap around the glass, his veiny hand showing prominently and you’re unable to focus on anything else.

“you know, i’ve been running something of an observation the last few months.”

you take another small sip, starting to feel less nervous, “oh yeah, what about?”

“you.”

it took everything in you not to spit your drink out all over his suit.

“me?”

he nods after another sip, “i’ve been watching you, and not in a creepy way i swear. but i’ve been keeping track of your habits; how you take your coffee, your tells when a case gets too much, things like that,”

that didn’t seem overtly terrible to you, you knew spencer was an observer of his environment, always seeking out patterns to aid his predictions. you’re about to speak when he cuts you off.

“i’ve also been noticing how you seem to change, when i’m in your presence.”

you feel like the sweat and nerves are just oozing out of you at this point, and he continues his verbal taunt.

“i’ve seen your breathing rate get faster,” he moves a step forward, “how your cheeks rise with the faintest red, kind of like right now,” another step forward, “and how you try to avoid looking directly at me because you think i’ll find out everything if you do.”

the room has to be at least a thousand degrees at this point, heart beating so fast it’s probably gone to the moon, and your brain just unable to have any coherent thoughts at the realization that maybe you weren’t as subtle as you thought.

he takes one final step to close the gap between you and delicately places two fingers on the pulse point of your neck, “i couldn’t figure out your heart rate from afar,” he pauses to count, “but now that i know it, i can come to my conclusion.”

the air in your lungs has all but escaped, nowhere to be found. “and wh- what is your conclusion d- doctor reid?” your voice betraying you by dripping with anticipation.

“that i make you nervous. do you agree? do i make you nervous?” he says while you feel the hot breath of his whispers ghosting on your lips.

your mouth opens to say something and then shuts, because what the hell are you supposed to say? any and all logic has left the room, but the last working neuron works to make an unthinkable conclusion of your own. there is no way.

spencer moves his fingers to grip your chin between them, guiding your face to look directly into his copper eyes, “i asked you a question angel, do i make you nervous?”

you’re cornered, “y- yes.”

“why’s that?”

“spencer..”

“is it because you’re thinking of me the same way i think i about you?” his thumb starts tracing the outline of your lower jaw. he’s pressed right up against your chest, his other arm covertly moving to snake around your waist. the way you lean in subconsciously towards him, paired with your silence is all the confirmation he needs.

the pad of his thumb traces your lower lip, dragging it downwards a little. there’s a hitch in his breath when his eyes flicker from your lips back up to meet your eyes again. he quietly mumbles, “can i?”

your eyes widen slightly, relishing in the way his arms are holding you firm and steady. this was about to really happen. you’d been pining after him all this time, believing you were destined for unrequited love. but as spencer stands in front of you, looking at you as if he’d been poisoned and the only antidote is your lips, you can’t help but wonder if there’s been a similar weight on his side that’s been holding him back too.

so you nod once again, and trust your voice this time,

“yes.”

you’re fully expecting him to go into it full force, and kiss you like a man starved. but he lets the premonition bubble for a little longer as he so agonizingly leans down and closes the gap, teasing you with the ghost of his lips on yours without making contact. he waits a moment, and just as he predicted your subconscious betrays you again and you impatiently lean up in an attempt to meet your lips together. spencer can’t help but smile before he softly pressed himself against you.

the feeling of his mouth on yours is something you can only describe as cosmic, like a star exploding into a supernova, emitting a powerful and luminous show of energy. it’s all consuming, the light reaching every neuronal end of your body and electrifying it ten times over. your hands reach up to tangle in his curly hair and he lets out the faintest whimper, spurring you on to grab it more earnestly.

spencer loses all restraint. his hands begin furiously mapping out your body, running up and down your back, reaching down to grasp a handful of your ass. he moves his hands down further to grip your thighs, effortlessly lifting you to sit on the counter behind you. spencer slots himself between your legs and continues kissing you, his mouth marking a hot trail to your neck as he mutters between, “is this okay?”

“please don’t stop.” you moan softly.

his fingers move to deftly slide the straps of your dress off your shoulder, mirroring the movement on the other side while continuing to work his down your neck. he slides the dress far enough down to expose your chest, immediately taking the swollen nub into mouth and running circles around it with his tongue. you let out a sharp gasp at the sudden warmth, whimpers leaving your throat. he repeats the motion to the other one as you cradle his head closer in an attempt to keep him there, as if spencer had any plans of leaving.

he moves his mouth back up to meet yours again, in a lust filled attack sending shock waves straight to your core. you move your fingers to work the buttons of his dress shirt and spencer moves his hand further south and under the hem of your dress, something you don’t notice until his thumbs are rubbing circles onto the plush of your inner thighs. it makes you falter on his last button as he pushes your legs farther apart, inches closer to where you desperately need him.

spencer looks directly into your eyes as his thumbs reach up to hook onto the side of your panties and slowly move them down your legs. he groans outwardly at the resistance caused by your slickness, “all this for me, baby?”

you’re rendered speechless watching spencer and his ministrations but he continues, “you are so goddamn beautiful, you know that?” his fingers are less than an inch away from your cunt, “i see you walk around the office in those tight pants, your hair and makeup all done, and those blouses jesus,” he reaches your entrance and dives in to collect your wetness, you brokenly moan as he begins to spread it all over. “couldn’t tell if you hated me for the longest time.”

“c- could never hate you.” you whine.

“i know baby,” he slides his middle finger into your hole, “just imagine the fun we could’ve had if we figured this out earlier. but it’s okay, we have all the time now.” he sets a steady rhythm before inserting his ring finger, actively working you towards a barreling orgasm.

“spencer, fuck, oh god.”

“you’re so fucking wet, bet you’re gonna come soon, right? gonna make a mess on my hand?” he baited.

you’re in shambles, one hand deathly squeezing onto one shoulder the other turning white from the grip you held on the counter. the moans won’t stop falling out of you, he works his fingers so skillfully within you it’s impossible to hold any resolve when he curves upwards and hits that spot.

your head tilts back, reeling from the intense pressure coil building inside you, the peak about to hit you any moment now. spencer uses his free hand to move your head back down, “look at me when you come on my fingers.”

that was all it took for the white hot to ravage through you, engulfing every sense and leaving you breathless. he continues moving his fingers through your orgasm, watching as you come back down to him. you don’t waste a second reaching for his belt to unfasten it, slipping your hand down to palm him through his boxers. he moans in your ear as he feels you slip inside, your small hand moving up and down, and getting impossibly harder when you take your hand back up to spit on it to then return to your movements.

you take the moment to lean into his neck and leave bites of your own, finding his sweet spot right behind his ear and sucking hard. spencer’s hands have taken a spot on your lower back beneath your dress, pressing so hard with his fingertips you know there’ll be evidence of this night tomorrow.

“spence..” you mutter in the crook in the neck.

“yeah baby?” he whispers back.

“can you fuck me now?”

he preens at your boldness, and wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers down enough to fully free himself. he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter before pulling his length out and giving it a few strokes. he lets it glide between your folds, gathering your wetness as lubricant as it hits your clit. both of you are panting hard realizing the anticipation has led to this moment. spencer positions himself at your entrance, never breaking eye contact with you, and watches your face drop into a perfect ‘oh’ as he pushes in.

spencer is absolutely wrecked as he hears your breathing pick up, reveling in the vice grip your cunt has on him. you’re no better above him as you’ve broken eye contact to stare at where the two of you connect, watching as he disappears into you and the feeling of being so full overtakes you and you’re letting out soft expletives. he bottoms out and stalls for a minute, waiting for you to signal that you’re okay for him to move. in the time he’s waiting, he takes a moment to really look at your face, how absolutely ruined you look, your cheeks are deeply flushed, hair flying in every direction, and he can’t help but tell you, “you look so pretty.”

your eyes soften as you gaze back at him and nod slightly, and he pulls back all the way to ease in again experimentally. once he hears you moan out loud at the movement, and feels you tighten even more around his cock, he loses any and all restraint he’d been holding onto this entire night.

his hips pick up the pace in harsh snaps to your core, sending ripples of pleasure all over you. your arms are wrapped around his neck attempting to pull him impossibly closer to you, “spencer…fuck…” you drawl with a whine.

“i got you baby, gonna take good care of you, promise,” he says back in between grunts. the sentiment causes you to squeeze on his cock again as he attempts to continue, “if you keep…fuck…keep squeezing me like that i’m n- not gonna last long.”

one hand in his hair and the other leaving dark red scratches on his back, you feel your second orgasm of the night hastily creep up on you. he can tell you’re close and quickens his pace as he thumbs your clit. you moan his name out once more before reaching your peak, feeling like your body is on fire as he continues to fuck you through it.

spencer feels his own release building up, “wh- where should i..?”

“inside, i’m on the pill just please come inside me.”

it was more than enough for spencer’s movements to stutter as he released his hot load in you, groaning out loud as he finished.

he slows to a half, still hilted inside of you but softening post orgasm. you’re both breathing heavily as you look up at each other and take in the other’s fucked out faces. spencer presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before resting his own on it, “that was..”

“intense,” he quirks his eyebrows at you, “in a really really good way.” you add quickly.

he smiles down at you, “i wasn’t kidding, what i said earlier. i think about you an embarrassingly high amount each day. i’d love to take you out and make this a real thing.”

“yeah?” you gape incredulously, “thought i was the one embarrassing myself if you were able to notice all those things i did when you were near me.”

he laughs, “no, no it was endearing, definitely made it easier to be as forward as i was tonight knowing you wouldn’t freak out.”

you’re about to respond when you hear the door to the cellar open, you’re both hidden from view but know it’s only a matter of seconds before someone catches you. you both look at each other in panic as spencer pulls out of you, tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants. you grab your panties from the floor and begin to pull them up your legs when he notices his come dripping down your thighs. he swiftly gathers the release on his fingers and shoves it back inside you, causing you to let out a near pornographic moan as he pulls up your underwear all the way.

“did you guys hear that?” a voice sounding like emily said.

“see this is why i don’t do big houses like this, too many creepy ass noises.” morgan.

“mansion,” rossi corrects, “and for a couple of profilers, you both are stupid if you don’t know what that sound was.”

your eyes widen to match spencer’s, you’ve been caught.

“was it a mouse or something?”

“no more like, bunnies,” he joked with an innuendo, “come on, i found the bottle i was looking for, let the bunnies do their thing so they can leave and go home to do whatever it is bunnies do.”

“you’re a weird old man david…” emily muttered.

the door closes and you both let out a big breath, and burst into a fit of laughter, “how the hell are we gonna show our faces to him on monday?” you whine.

“that is a monday us problem,” he starts, “but right now, i think it’s time for me to take you home.” he winks.

two stuffed bunnies show up on yours and spencer’s desk on monday. you’re both redder than a tomato as rossi chuckles when he walks by. prentiss and morgan are still confused.

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aajjks · 4 months ago

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The Boy (II)

synopsis. All he ever wanted was someone to love.

pairing: yandere!brahms doll jungkook x fem!nanny reader. ft. Cha eunwoo.

genre: 18+ horror, smut, angst and yandere.

warnings. 18+ YÁNDÈRÈ, dàrk thèmès, dïstúrbíng thèmès, mèntïóns ôf à dàrk pàst, yn ïs só dàmn hórny, dóll, erríe thèmès, únsèttlíng thèmès, híghly sèxúàl thèmès, nèèdy, shàmlèss ýn, tsúndèrè èúnwòò.

wc: idek it’s long tho

fic note. Please keep in mind that this fanfiction is the exact copy of the movie from the same name “the boy” (2016) so if you find any similarities, that’s on purpose. Also viewer discretion is highly advised.

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••••

The house is too quiet.

You didn’t notice it as much yesterday— not with Ji-seon’s perfectly manicured presence keeping you distracted or Jeong-hwan’s piercing gaze making sure you didn’t fuck up your answers.

Even though it had been a day, but you still got used to their presence and now that you’re all alone in this house…

You’re having some trouble

Especially now that they’re gone, it’s just you and this massive, eerily pristine house. You, a lifeless doll, and the suffocating silence pressing in on you like a weighted blanket.

Your second day begins with an unavoidable routine—the one they so kindly outlined in the rules. Rules that, frankly, feel absurd.

1. Wake JK up.

2. Get him dressed.

3. Prepare his meals.

4. Read to him.

5. Put him to bed.

You stare at the list on the old, slightly crinkled paper and sigh. “Jesus Christ.” You rub your temple, the lack of sleep from last night making your head feel like it’s stuffed with cotton.

I should be getting paid double for this shit.

And honestly, when you think about it, it’s kind of triggering because… of your history that you don’t really like to think about anymore.

But you’re getting paid a lot of ridiculous amount of money for this so you’re willing to play along even if it triggers the fuck out of you.

With an exhausted groan, you shuffle towards the grand living room, where JK sits in his usual spot on the couch, his dark beady eyes fixed on you in a way that feels entirely too alive.

“Alright, little prince,” you mutter, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Time to start our day of make-believe.”

Nothing happens. Obviously. Because it’s a fucking doll.

Still, the weight of its stare makes you hesitate for a second too long before reaching for it.

The porcelain skin is cold under your fingers, smooth and unyielding.

You lift the doll carefully— half because you don’t want to break the weird rich people’s prized possession, and half because some irrational part of you thinks it might move on its own.

You carry him upstairs to the bedroom they set up for him, which looks far too elegant for a toy.

The furniture is handcrafted, the bed is neatly made with expensive silk sheets, and the air smells faintly of lavender.

This is insane.

Still, you press on.

Dressing JK is an experience you never thought you’d have. Buttoning up a tiny sweater on a lifeless doll is humiliating in ways you can’t fully articulate.

Fuck your life, even a doll has a better life than you.

“You know, I don’t even do this much for an actual man,” you scoff. “You should be grateful, JK.”

The doll, of course, says nothing. But as you move to fix his collar, you swear the corners of his lips seem… slightly upturned.

Your hands freeze. No. That’s ridiculous. I’m just sleep-deprived.

You shake the thought off and place him back in the chair by the window, as instructed.

This is your life now. Taking care of a doll.

It’s laughable.

The rules are just guidelines, anyways, and rules are always meant to be broken.

•••

By noon, you’re already getting restless.

You’ve done everything technically required— dressed the doll, made him breakfast (which was a complete waste of food), and even read a chapter from a dusty old children’s book you found on the shelf.

Now you’re sprawled on the couch, scrolling through your phone, but there’s no service.

No Wi-Fi. No contact with the outside world.

Frustration bubbles up in your chest. You sit up, stretching your sore muscles, and glance at JK, who sits stiffly in his chair.

“I doubt they’ll know if I take a little break.”

The doll stares.

You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’re lucky I even got up today.”

The doll should remain motionless. It should stay exactly where you left it.

But when you look back at it after getting up, something feels… different.

The head is tilted ever so slightly to the left.

Your breath catches in your throat. Was it like that before?

Slowly, you approach the chair, fingers curling into fists. “You’re really fucking with me now,” you whisper.

JK doesn’t respond.

You hesitate for a moment before reaching out and adjusting the head back into its original position. “There.”

Then you turn around—

clunk.

Your heart stops.

You whip back around.

JK’s head is tilted again.

Further this time.

A shiver runs down your spine.

No. No fucking way.

Your pulse thunders in your ears as you back away, refusing to take your eyes off him.

Your entire body is screaming at you to leave the room, to run, but you force yourself to breathe.

“This is just my imagination,” you whisper. “That’s it. I’m sleep-deprived, this house is fucking with me, and I need to get out of here for a bit.”

You don’t even bother “putting him down for a nap” like the rules say. Instead, you decide to explore.

•••

The house is massive.

You wander through the hallways, your footsteps echoing against the marble floors.

The architecture is grand, intricate details carved into the moldings, chandeliers hanging like ghosts in every room.

But it’s the paintings that unsettle you the most.

There are so many of them. And they’re all of the same little boy—dark-haired, round-cheeked, with a bright bunny smile. He looks… sweet. Innocent, even.

And yet, the more you stare at them, the more something feels off.

Some of the paintings have his eyes looking straight ahead. Others have them slightly to the side. And a few—you swear to God—have his gaze locked directly onto you.

A cold shudder runs through you.

Nope. Nope, we’re not doing this.

You turn to leave the room when—

“Pretty… stay.”

Your stomach drops.

You freeze, hands trembling as you whip around.

JK is nowhere in sight.

You left him upstairs.

Right?

You feel sick. Your hands grip the fabric of your sweater, the walls of the house suddenly feeling too close.

Something is wrong.

•••

You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a firm knock on the front door.

You don’t even hesitate to answer it.

When you swing it open, Eunwoo is standing there, his hands in his coat pockets, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Your stomach clenches—but not just from fear.

Because of course even when you’re scared out of your mind, your body decides now is the perfect time to get turned on.

Eunwoo’s eyes sweep over you, taking in your disheveled appearance. “You look…” His gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up. “…tired.”

You lick your lips. “Tired isn’t the word I’d use.”

He steps inside, his presence commanding the space effortlessly. “Have you been following the rules?”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Why does it matter? It’s just a doll.”

Eunwoo’s jaw tenses. “It’s not just a doll.” His voice is low, cold. “You don’t understand what’s at stake.”

You raise a brow, shamelessly letting your eyes trail down his chest. God, he’s so fucking hot. “You really care about this thing, huh?” You take a step closer.

“Maybe you should care more about me.”

Eunwoo doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even react.

That pisses you off.

You tilt your head, voice dropping into something sultry. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little distraction.”

Eunwoo stares, his expression unreadable—until his eyes darken.

For a second, you think he might actually give in.

Then—

“Yn…”

Your body freezes.

That voice. That mechanical, eerie fucking voice.

You whip your head around.

JK is sitting on the couch.

You did not put him there.

Eunwoo doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he just exhales through his nose and adjusts his coat. “Follow the rules.”

And then— just like that— he turns to leave.

You’re left alone.

With him.

With JK.

And the second the door closes, you hear it again.

“Pretty… stay.”

A chill runs through your spine.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

“Fuck this shit I’m hungry, let’s go check out the kitchen.”

•••

You are never eating in this kitchen again.

The ramen was fine. Actually, it was good, especially considering how you barely ate today. But the problem isn’t the food. The problem is the audience.

Because across the room, perched on the goddamn counter, watching you, sits JK.

You drop your chopsticks. “Nope.”

The word echoes in the quiet kitchen. You didn’t put him there. You didn’t put him there.

He was on the couch earlier. You remember because you kept side-eyeing him while eating your sad little meal, feeling his beady little stare drilling into your soul.

And now he’s here.

Perched. Looking. Waiting.

Your throat tightens, a nervous laugh bubbling up before you can stop it. “So this is it, huh? This is how I die? Starved, single, and haunted by a fucking toy?”

Silence.

Your stomach does an uncomfortable flip as the air shifts. It’s subtle, but you feel it—like the whole house just took a breath. The walls seem taller. The shadows stretch just a bit longer.

And then, soft and eerie, comes the whisper.

“Don’t forget…”

Your body locks up. A cold chill rolls down your spine, your skin breaking out in goosebumps.

Okay. That was new.

Your gaze snaps to JK, your heart hammering against your ribs. You heard it. Someone said that.

It wasn’t your imagination. It wasn’t your tired brain playing tricks. It was a fucking voice.

And yet, the doll remains the same—blank, expressionless, his tiny porcelain lips forever pressed into that neutral, unsettling almost-smile.

Fuck this.

You’re about to throw him in the oven. Maybe deep fry him. Maybe start a religion based on setting creepy dolls on fire.

But then, your eyes flicker to the list of rules pinned to the fridge.

6. Give JK a goodnight kiss.

7. Make sure JK is comfortable before bed.

Your entire body rejects the idea. Your soul leaves the chat.

Absolutely not.

A loud, frustrated groan leaves your lips. “Oh my God.”

This is beyond humiliating. This isn’t even a job anymore—it’s a prank. It’s gotta be. A weird, rich-people, fucked-up social experiment.

First the rules, then the mechanical voice, and now this?

You want to scream. You want to walk straight out of this house and never look back.

But the money.

The fucking money.

It’s ridiculous, the amount they’re paying you. It’s life-changing. And if all you have to do is follow some creepy-ass instructions to get it, then fine.

Fine.

You slam your hands on the counter, glaring at JK. “You win, you little shit.”

And then, you pick him up.

Instant regret.

His body is solid, heavier than it looks, and the second his cold porcelain presses against your fingers, your entire body reacts.

A strange heat pools in your stomach.

Your breath catches. Your thighs clench.

You freeze. Oh no.

Not this. Not now.

This job is already ruining your sanity—you can’t let it ruin your self-respect, too.

But your body doesn’t get the memo.

The feeling spreads, slow and insidious, like a slow-burning fever. It’s not because of JK, obviously.

But it’s him being here, the eerie tension in the house, the fact that you’ve been alone all day, untouched, unstimulated.

The thoughts you had earlier about Eunwoo don’t help.

His sharp eyes, his broad frame, the way he completely ignored your flirting like an unbothered, frustratingly hot statue.

I need to get laid.

Or at least, you need to do something about this overwhelming heat crawling under your skin.

But not now. Not while holding the fucking doll.

You shake yourself off, gripping JK tighter, storming upstairs like you’re on a personal mission.

Put him to bed. Get this over with.

But the whole time, the feeling of being watched doesn’t leave you. If anything, it gets worse.

•••

somehow, you have managed to convince yourself that you just need a shower to make yourself feel right

And by the time you make it to the bathroom, you’re two seconds away from losing your mind.

Not just because of the creepy ass doll or the fact that your entire body is covered in goosebumps that won’t go away—no, no. That would be normal.

The real problem?

You’re fucking horny.

It makes no sense.

You just had the most unsettling dinner of your life, spent way too much time arguing with a porcelain freak, and still—your body refuses to cooperate.

Your nerves are shot, your thighs press together every time you move, and worst of all—Eunwoo.

Eunwoo being an asshole should not make him hotter.

But goddamn, did he look good tonight.

That stupid cold expression, the way his jaw clenched whenever you spoke, the way his voice dropped when he scolded you like some strict, brooding villain straight out of a fantasy novel—

Ugh.

Maybe you should just throw yourself into the nearest well and be done with it.

With a deep breath, you rip off your clothes and step into the shower.

The second the water hits your skin, a soft sigh slips past your lips.

Oh, that’s nice.

Heat runs down your spine, melting every tense muscle. Steam curls around your body, thick and intoxicating.

You tilt your head back, letting the warmth sink into you, washing away everything from today— the exhaustion, the unease, the sheer insanity of this house.

It’s just you in here.

Alone.

Finally.

Your fingers drag slowly down your neck, your collarbone, heat pooling low in your stomach.

It’s fine. You deserve this.

It’s not like there’s a fucking ghost watching you, right?

You exhale, the steam making your skin tingle.

Your mind drifts immediately—

Eunwoo’s voice. Low, commanding.

“Follow the rules, yn.”

A shiver rolls down your spine.

You don’t want to follow the rules.

You want to break them.

You can practically see him, standing outside the shower, fully clothed, watching. That blank expression, that disapproving look. His lips parting just slightly as he takes you in, dark eyes flicking lower—

God.

Your fingers twitch, a slow press against your hipbone.

He’d be so strict with you. He wouldn’t just let you do whatever you wanted—no, he’d make you follow the rules. Wouldn’t even touch you unless you begged for it.

Your breath hitches.

You bite your lip, hand sliding lower, heat growing—

Click.

Your entire body freezes.

That— That sounded like the fucking door.

No. No, no, no.

Your breath stops. Your skin prickles.

Water pounds against the tiles, drowning everything else out.

You can’t even turn around.

Click.

Your stomach drops.

That wasn’t just the wind. That was—

That was inside the bathroom. A violent shudder rips down your spine.

Your hands shake as you peel the shower curtain back—

And your breath dies.

The bathroom door is open.

Just a few inches.

A sliver of darkness beyond it.

The air is too cold.

Your pulse pounds against your skin, your legs trembling under the hot water.

You swear you locked it.

Didn’t you?

Your heart is in your throat. Your body still aches, heat thrumming through your veins—but now, it’s laced with something else.

Something primal.

Fear.

You clutch the shower curtain, your mouth dry.

You are not alone.

You feel it.

Someone is watching.

And then—

“Pretty, pretty, stay… stay.”

The whisper is right there.

Behind the curtain. Inside the fucking bathroom.

Your body jerks. A choked gasp rips from your throat.

You don’t think. You don’t breathe.

You just grab a towel—

And run.

You don’t stop.

Your feet pound against the cold floor, water dripping from your skin as you clutch the towel around you. Your breath comes out in ragged gasps, your heart slamming against your ribs.

That voice. That fucking voice.

You don’t look back. You don’t even blink until you crash into your bedroom door.

Shit—

Your hand shakes as you grab the knob, your entire body screaming at you to move, to lock yourself inside.

And then—

Knock.

Your stomach drops.

The knock is slow, deliberate.

Right on the other side.

A violent shiver rips down your spine.

It’s not the wind. It’s not your imagination.

Something is there.

Your fingers clench around the towel, water still trickling down your thighs. Every inch of you is tense, skin burning with leftover heat—

Knock.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

You can’t just stand here like a fucking idiot.

You squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down your fear.

And then, with a deep breath—

You open the door. Your entire body jerks.

It’s not a ghost.

It’s Eunwoo.

Holy shit.

He stands right there, dark eyes flickering over you, his expression unreadable. His face is blank—cold, unimpressed.

And you?

You completely forget about everything.

The fear? Gone.

The horror? What horror?

The fact that you were seconds away from pissing yourself? Irrelevant.

Because Eunwoo is here.

And you are barely wearing anything.

A wicked heat pools low in your stomach.

He looks good tonight. So good.

That stupid expensive coat, those broad shoulders, the way his jaw tenses as he looks down at you—

God.

If he wanted to take advantage of this moment, you would gladly let him.

Your lips part, your entire body still buzzing with adrenaline and… something else.

Use it.

You let out a slow breath, tilting your head just slightly, making sure the damp towel hugs every inch of you perfectly.

“Eunwoo,” you murmur, your voice just soft enough. “Did you come to check on me?”

His jaw tightens.

“No,” he says flatly.

Cold. Rude. Unfazed.

And you love it.

Your stomach twists, heat flaring in your chest.

He is so fun to mess with.

You take a slow step closer, just enough for the towel to shift over your thighs.

“Well,” you breathe, voice smooth, “I appreciate the concern.”

“I’m not concerned.”

He says it so fast, so deadpan, that you actually giggle.

The audacity of this man.

“Mm. If you say so,” you hum. “But you did show up at my door.”

Eunwoo just stares.

Like he’s debating whether to entertain this or just walk away.

His gaze flickers—just for a second.

And you see it.

The way his throat bobs, the way his fingers twitch at his sides.

Oh, he’s trying so hard to act like he’s not affected.

You almost feel bad for him.

But mostly?

You just want to see how far you can push.

Your hand loosens on the towel, your skin still damp, heat rolling off your body.

“You should come in,” you murmur.

Eunwoo exhales through his nose.

“No.”

“No?” You pout. “Not even for a drink?”

“No.”

You bite your lip.

“You’re really no fun.”

His eyes darken, but his face remains blank.

“I’m staying the night,” he says.

Your stomach flips.

Oh.

Oh, that’s interesting.

You blink up at him, trying so hard not to smirk.

“Staying?” you echo.

Eunwoo nods, still completely expressionless.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jeon asked me to.”

Right.

The Jeons. Your actual employers. The whole reason you’re here.

You totally forgot about them.

But honestly?

That’s not your problem.

Because now—

Now, Eunwoo is here.

And he is going to be so much fun.

•••

Eunwoo doesn’t wait. He just walks in.

No hello. No Can I come in? Just boom—he’s inside, like he pays rent.

Which he doesn’t.

You watch, still clutching your towel, as he scans the room with sharp eyes, looking for—what? A hidden crime scene? Your black-market organ-harvesting operation?

“Where’s JK?” His voice is flat, uninterested in anything that isn’t made of porcelain.

…Are you serious?

You blink. “I—I don’t know? Where he always is?”

Eunwoo finally looks at you.

Well, not at you. Past you. Through you.* Not even sparing you a glance below the neck, as if you aren’t standing there, soaking wet, in nothing but a towel.

Your jaw drops.

You just had the most terrifying, borderline supernatural shower experience of your life, you’re practically naked, and all this man can think about is—

“The doll is in his room?” He cuts through your internal crisis like a knife.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Did you follow the routine?”

…The routine.

The routine that consists of treating a doll like a human child.

You squint at him. “Why are you asking like it’s life or death?”

Eunwoo doesn’t even blink. “Because it is.”

You snort. “Right, of course. If I don’t brush his teeth, he’ll develop cavities.”

Eunwoo looks exhausted already. He pinches the bridge of his nose. ��Did you or did you not follow the rules?”

You shift on your feet, trying to suppress the absolutely ungodly urge to eye this man like a piece of prime steak.

Focus, yn. Focus.

“Listen,” you sigh dramatically, stepping closer—closer than necessary, really. “I tucked him in. I read him a nice bedtime story. I kissed his forehead.” You place a hand on your heart. “I’m the picture of maternal instinct.”

Eunwoo gives you the flattest look you’ve ever seen. “You forgot to change his clothes, didn’t you?”

You pause.

“…He has outfits?”

Eunwoo exhales through his nose like he’s regretting every life choice that led him here. “Yes. He has outfits.”

You resist the urge to laugh.

Barely.

“Wait, wait, let me get this straight,” you say, grinning. “You’re seriously telling me you came all the way here, in the middle of the night, to check if I changed the doll’s clothes?”

Eunwoo looks you dead in the eye.

“Yes.”

And that’s it. No hesitation. No shame. No realization that this is, in fact, a batshit insane thing to say out loud.

God, he’s so serious about this.

And it’s so hot.

You step even closer, tilting your head. “You know, for a guy who looks like he should be modeling for luxury cologne ads, you sure do care a lot about—” you gesture vaguely “—porcelain toddlers.”

Eunwoo doesn’t move. “Are you following the rules or not?”

You lick your lips. His gaze doesn’t drop once.

How rude.

“How about,” you say sweetly, “we stop talking about the doll and start talking about you staying the night?”

He raises a brow. “And why would I do that?”

You smirk. “Because I might be scared?”

“No, you’re not.”

Your smirk falters.

Okay, rude and perceptive.

You try again, biting your lip. “Maybe I just want some company?”

Eunwoo gives you the most deadpan look of all time.

And then—without a shred of hesitation—

“The doll is company enough.”

You gasp.

“Did you just compare me to a fucking doll?”

“Considering you’re both brainless? Yes.”

Your jaw drops.

Eunwoo just turns away, completely unbothered. “I’m staying the night to make sure you don’t mess up again. Go put on some actual clothes.”

You stand there, towel-clad, seething.

And so fucking turned on.

•••

I can smell you.

The damp heat of your skin. The soft, lingering scent of your shampoo. The faint traces of sweat where your body burns beneath that useless towel.

You’re flushed— your cheeks, your chest, your thighs. I see all of it.

And you don’t even realize what you’re doing to me.

How fucking obscene you look, standing there in front of him, teasing, tempting, like you’re offering yourself.

Like you’re waiting for someone to grab you, press you against the cold walls of this house, and take you apart.

But not him.

Never him.

He doesn’t deserve to look at you, to hear your breath hitch when he steps closer.

He doesn’t deserve the way your lips part, the way your fingers clutch that towel like you know what you’re doing.

But I do.

I deserve it. I deserve you.

And I will have you.

You’ve already given yourself to me, in ways you don’t even understand.

Every time you touch the doll, every time your fingers linger on his cheek, every time your voice dips into something soft, something affectionate..

You’re touching me. You’re speaking to me.

And you don’t even know it.

But you will.

I watch you now, legs shifting, thighs pressing together as if that will help. As if anything but me could ever give you what you need.

Your body is betraying you, isn’t it?

I know what you want. I know how badly you want it.

The frustration in your movements, the way your fingers tremble when you adjust your towel, the way your breath comes out in soft, shallow little pants.

You’re aching.

Dripping.

Begging.

You just don’t know who you’re begging for.

But soon.

Soon, you’ll understand.

And when you finally do, when you finally look at me, see me for what I am—

There will be no more teasing. No more waiting.

No more towels.

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Now, he has dealings with a spoilt lover, take his husband for example. You however - were on another level when it came to just how spoilt rotten you were. Jìngyí came from a wealthy family. He’d assumed there wouldn’t be much change. . . you were something else.

For the most part he finds you amusing. When you huff at him for not getting something you want. Or poke and plead when he won’t give it to you anyway. There is one thing you will learn over time — he’s immune to your whining and huffiness. He’s always loved a brat — if anything, you are merely indulging him.

But that’s not the only thing. Your poor little self is innocent on top of everything too. What a wonderful thing to dangle over your head and whip you back into place with. Jìngyí’s eyes practically shine whenever he’s yanking you over his knee and tearing your bottoms down with that deep, crooning voice of yours questioning - “Oh, does my darling want attention? Is that why you are acting out? Poor, poor sweetheart.”

Jìngyí will never give you what you want. Especially when you’re clinging onto his clothes and jerking his office chair with your needy little bounces on his cock. He’ll simply continue his paperwork as you cry into his ear all needy. Only good darlings get what they want.

He’s definitely not making your spoilt nature any better. Why should he? He loves his sweet brat. So he’ll spoil you just as much, with clothes and trinkets and all of your heart’s desires. All so that he can have you down on your knees and choking on his dick with your pretty, teary eyes. All so he can cream your throat and watch your splutter. Grip your jaw when you inevitably waste. “Come now. Is that how you repay me, sweetheart? Tsk tsk, try again.”

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Birthday Boy Pop-Up Masterlist

Another fun event has ended here at @corrodedcoffinfest! Thanks again to everyone who participates in any way to make these a success!

This event had 11 total entries from 10 unique participants: 11 Fics, 0 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works were submitted.

I've updated the spreadsheet with these newest entries, bringing our current total from all events to 348!

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Stay tuned, the next event is happening in February, and the guidelines for it will drop today!

Fic Submissions:

a birthday halfway forgotten by @steddieas-shegoes | Prompt: Birthday, 30 | Rating: E | WC: 3132 | CW: none | Tags: famous corroded coffin, band manager steve, established relationship, fucking on a motorcycle is ill-advised but they do it anyway, hand jobs, anal sex, domestic fluff

I'm sorry, I lied by @keaganz | Prompt: Birthday, 25, 30, ‘Seriously, age is just a number | Word Count: 5747 | Rating: M | CW: alluding to Domestic Violence | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth Emmerson/OFC | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Eddie is a menace, age difference, Musician Steve Harrington, accidental baby acquisition, meet cute, speed running starting a family, Steve has hearing loss, Steve needs a hug and gets it, Original Child character

Certified Freak by @thisapplepielife | Prompt: 25 | Word Count: 18,235 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Established Steddie, Gareth/Eddie/Steve, Gareth/OCs | Tags: Omegaverse, Modern AU, Late Bloomer Omega Gareth, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Heat Sex, Knotting, Omega/Alpha/Omega Threesome, Accidental Bonding, Dinguses x 3, Eddie And Steve Are Trying To Help, But Make Everything Worse

I Missed You by @punkrockmlchael | Prompt: Birthday | Word Count: 3100 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Starting a Family | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Corroded Coffin, Life on the Road, Pre-Established Relationship, Birthday Boy, Celebrating Gareth's Birthday on Tour, Soft and Sweet Sex

Just Another Day by @theold-ultraviolence | Prompt: “Seriously? Age is just a number.”, 40 | Word Count: 3k | Rating: G | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x reader/female!reader | CW: Eddie is hospitalized but there’s nothing tragic or graphic going on, it’s described that he has a heart condition, 40 year old!Eddie, nurse!reader, she/her pronouns used to describe the reader, reader is in her late thirties, friends to lovers, mutual pining, sorta meet-cute, meeting again after high school, mentions of Eddie drinking and doing drugs, mentions of his childhood

Over the Hill by @the-unforgivenn | Prompt: 30, 40 & "Seriously? Age is Just a Number." | Rating: E | WC: 11k | Pairings: Rockstar!Gareth x Drumtech!Fem!Reader | CW: Pining, unrequited feelings (but not really), age-gap romance (reader is 30 and Gareth turns 40), food mentions/eating (reader steals Gareth's fries), feelings - all the feelings, soft!Gareth, snarky!Gareth, smut (thigh riding, oral f!receiving, unprotected semi-public back-of-the-limo p in v sex) | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Fem!Reader, Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson, Jeff Richards, Goodie (this name for him just fit in this lil fic), Roadies Jimmie and Richie, Driver Rob

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Fics for Gaza 🍉

heya! I'll be participating in the @ficsforgaza fundraising initiative through sponsoring wips and taking requests. further rules and all my personal request guidelines will be listed below read more! my writing samples can be found in my writing masterlist (linked below) or snippets of my sponsoring wips below :)

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Pushing Up Daisies, that's what you call thaumaturgy sequel — persona 5 royal, akechi & sumire, bg one-sided joker/akechi (that ends)

synopsis: wrapped in the suffocating vines of a perfect reality, akechi goro, without fail, calls yoshizawa kasumi every monday at 9am, never any earlier or later. he won't stop asking her what her name is.

tags: post-royal bad ending, two ppl who lost themselves clawing their way to a bittersweet ending

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a long and bountiful life — mob psycho 100, dimple & mob

synopsis: “This is the first and only time I’ll use my hypnosis on you,” he says to a swaying Shigeo, and he knows this is it. (Well, he always did have grand ambitions.)

tags: canon compliant, ending of divine tree arc, angst (ig), regret

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fun little excerpt: So, he failed. He loves that kid. He loves that kid and he’s screwed up everything for him, digging from the roots and all: the brainwashing, the mocking, the insincerity, everything he stands for was everything he threw against Shigeo, and the inkling sensation of guilt was easy enough to ignore when Shigeo had gotten full of it and denied his very existence. Easy enough when Hanazawa had stormed in and carelessly flung energy around, easy enough when he just kept proving everyone right about him, perfectly fulfilling their lack of trust and unsavory impressions, their scowls and hatred. He’s used to it! He drank it up! Of course he could take Shigeo like this! Yeah, right.

things older and murker than love [holder title] — mob psycho 100, reigen & mob & hanazawa

synopsis: sometime post-canon, hanazawa walks into s&s with an unusual request: his apartment is haunted. that isn't quite right, but shigeo doesn't know how to tell him that the walls themselves are reaching out to haunt him. (he thinks hanazawa knows, anyway.)

tags: post-canon, in which the haunting is not a person but a place, found family, hopeful ending

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fun little excerpt: "You would?" Hanazawa mumbles. The weakened awestruck tone sounds wrong in the office, rejected from every surface and bouncing around with nebulous intent. "I mean—thanks, Kageyama." To Reigen: "No, not like something's in them. It's like—ah, you wouldn't believe me." Reigen raises an eyebrow, the way he would to a particular difficult customer. Except Hanazawa isn't a customer and Reigen's gaze is softer, fond concern shaving away the rigidity of his confidence like a whetstone.

by the cliffside, left wanting — disco elysium, cuno & harry & kim

synopsis: EMPATHY [Godly: Success] — He doesn't have anyone in the world. (The boat not having room for three doesn't stop two detectives and a fledgling hope for change.) aka: cuno goes along with harry and kim for the ending sequence

tags: canon divergence, canon-typical violence, implied/referenced child abuse, slurs (cuno), found family

note: as this is cuno pov, this means there are swears/slurs in like every sentence. oh my beloved awful 13 year old son

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fun little excerpt (literally a swear word in every sentence): "What if I do join the pigs, huh?!" he screams, balling his hands into fists like a goddamn street fighter, and C's face turns three shades of purple like the people in those fucking snuff films she forces him to watch. "Cuno can do whatever the fuck he wants! If you're gonna hold the Cuno back, C, then Cuno's gonna ditch your sorry ass!" He can see the moment she processes each syllable and shoves that catacomb dream out of his old-ass creaky apartment window. Yeah. Cuno's not a stupid fuck. He knows he's in deep shit. He knows C will fucking shank him in his sleep, that type of shit. Then his fucking pig sets a dinky fucker alight and the old world's gone up in smoke.

an old world's haunts — your turn to die, joe &/ sara (one-sided most likely)

synopsis: in every world but this world, sara doesn't lose joe. she can't lose joe. she can't lose joe. (in which sara's utter ruthlessness in the simulations is explored)

tags: major character death (undone, but happens in every 'world' iteration), canon-typical violence (often enacted by sara), emotional manipulation, just. absolute cruelty to survive, the ai simulations.

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untitled canon-divergent au — mob psycho 100, reigen & mogami

synopsis: the world's greatest psychic of the 20th century meets the world's greatest psychic of the 21st century earlier than expected. Somehow, this makes all the difference. aka, in which 12 yo reigen forces mogami to take him in as an 'apprentice'

tags: for want of a nail, nobody is dead, being kind to ppl for fun and profit (it is not fun and there is minimal profit), redemption sort of, found family, non-linear narrative

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fun little snippet: But the kid's face reminds him of his own teenage self on the reruns he's unfortunate enough to catch, far-removed from the skin of the drained, lying has-been he's currently wearing. The desire to be someone, to go out of his way to be better is altogether too familiar. Denying this kid now, no matter how pragmatic, feels like betraying the sense of self Keiji perhaps liked best. So he asks, "What's your name?" And makes a mistake.

some sort of remaking — persona 4, kanji/naoto/rise

synopsis: as valentine's day approaches, rise gets hit with the bright idea to teach naoto how to flirt so that they and kanji could finally get it together. that is... not exactly what happens

tags: developing relationship, getting together

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fun little excerpt: "No, Naoto-kun, your line delivery's a bit—here, say it a bit slower and try smiling at the end, 'kay?" Naoto-kun, ever the fast learner, follows her instructions to the letter. Which is great, of course! Makes her job easier! Her heart's having a hard time in the face of their sincere smile, though. She didn't think a smile could shine outside of sets.

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May 5th, wishes/rules a/n: wrote most of this at work. Arbeitszeitbetrug, I love you <3 WC: 5.7k

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Don't kiss your coworker

May 5th, wishes/rules

wrote the outline for this at work. Arbeitszeitbetrug, I love you <3

There was a very definitive set of rules in place that the Avengers lived by. Or at least tried to follow. Very loosely at times. Most of them were self-explanatory, like don't give the spider-boy anything sugary after midnight or don't allow Nat to cook alone. If you heard anything weird in the vents - no you didn't. Put a dollar in the swear jar. Don't make any bets with Steve. He's developed a bit of a problem after losing that one bet to Fury years ago.

All in all they were rather guidelines more than actual rules to adhere to. Most of them they'd come up with on a very, very drunk game night. The crumpled piece of paper, stained with greasy fingerprints and various splotches of liquor - and an imprint of Nat's lips - was displayed on a cream colourd wall in the living room of the compound. Steve's unsurprisingly neat handwriting miraculously still decipherable. Right next to it a picture of them all together at Tony's birthday two years ago. They hadn't been any less drunk for that one.

Bucky, like everyone else, had in some way or other broken, or at the very least carefully bent, most of said guidelines. All except for one, which seemed so ridiculous he' thought no one would break it. Although for an awkwardly long time they were all convinced Steve and Natasha had a thing going on.

Don't fall in love with a teammate. Seemed easy enough. Until it wasn't.

It was easy until your sunshine-and-rainbows attitude stopped annoying the shit out of him. It was easy until he stopped tensing beneath your light, careful touches and started hoping your hand would accidentally brush against his or you would sit next to him on movie nights. It was so easy until that one time he fell asleep on you on the way back home from a mission and woke up with your hands threaded in his hair.

Ever since he could feel himself fall faster and harder with every crinkle of your eyes at something he said, every toothy smile directed at him. He craved your closeness, yearned to hear the bright sound of your laugh, loved how you were always so patient and gentle with him without making him feel pitied. Yes, it had all been so damn easy. Until they were sent on a mission together. Just the of them. Nat and Tony's doing, no doubt. Those two thrived on meddling with people's love lives.

"I think we're almost there," you pointed out cheerfully. And thank God for that. For the past hours Bucky had been tortured by the angelic lilt of your voice as you hummed along to all the songs he hated blaring through the radio. Every now and then you'd tell him some random fact when they passed something noteworthy enough to have a big ass sign by the side of the highway or you would just feed him apple slices without his consent. He didn't complain. Not that you would have let his protests slide anyway. Something about healthy snacks and vitamins and all that crap.

He didn't catch whatever sign you were pointing out now but he did notice how the sunlight was letting the colour of your eyes pop. Hopefully, once they'd reached the hotel, he could put some space between you before he went insane. Or, well, more insane. He'd tried so hard to ignore his feelings for the longest time, for various reasons. One of them being that he could not for the life of him figure out how you felt about him. The problem was that you were just a genuinely nice person and he could never quite gauge if it was you being yourself or if there was more to your actions and words when they were directed at him. Another reason being that he wholeheartedly believed he didn't deserve you and you deserved someone that wasn't an utter mental trainwreck.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you rifling through the backpack at your feet and pull a file into your lap. "Do you want to go over the intel again?" The hem of your sundress had ridden up, exposing just a sliver more skin of your thighs and suddenly the green SUV trying to overtake one lane over was the most interesting thing he's seen all day. "No, I think I'm good," he managed to say without sounding like a bumbling fool.

As if having to pretend to be your boyfriend wasn't agonising enough, you also just had to wear that damned dress. It would be a miracle if he didn't spontaneously combust during the mission.

The car ride from hell was finally over when he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and cut the engine. You wasted no time hopping out of the passenger's seat to get some fresh air and stretch your weary muscles while Bucky leaned his head back against the headrest with a heavy sigh. He could totally pull this off. He would pull this off. And then he'd go home, quit being an Avenger and move back to Wakanda and his stupid goats until this absurd crush had passed.

A knock against his window startled him out of his plan making for the future. "Sorry," he mumbled under his breath, the car door slamming closed behind him with a little too much force. "Just a little out of it."

"Don't worry." You gave him one of those smiles that could stop the world in its tracks. "Are you okay, though? You know we can still dip and get someone else on the case. I'm sure the team would understand."

Oh God, he could kiss you stupid. Heaven knows he wanted to.

" 's fine." He just needed a moment alone and it would be alright. Probably. The mid summer heat was starting to become unbearable and he envied you for your choice in clothing. He was itching to roll up the sleeves of his henley but one look at the smooth black metal of his left hand stopped him. It's not like you would judge, he wasn't even sure you knew how to do that. And he didn't give two shits about what other people might think. It was just that he felt oddly self-conscious about his appearance in your presence.

He was fine until you slipped one delicate hand in his and for a moment he was sure he stopped breathing. "Is this okay?" Your voice pulled him back to reality. "I'll try not to be too touchy but we do have to look like we're in love, you know." Yeah, he wouldn't have to try too hard on that one.

He swallowed his heart back down his throat and gave your hand a gentle squeeze to let you know it was okay. More than okay, actually. He wished this wasn't all pretend.

"What's it we're looking for again?" He knew exactly what the file said, he just needed a distraction from the question if the rest of you felt as soft as your hand did.

You chuckled, bumping into his shoulder playfully. "Told you to look at the intel again." You waited until you'd had passed a family coming from the hotel, their children trying to trip each other over as they ran across the parking lot. "There's this guy that's rumoured to have blueprints for Chitauri weapons - and the material too. He's a cocky bastard and flaunts them around in a briefcase everywhere he goes. That's what we're supposed to get."

"But why the pretend couple thing? We could've just stolen it." That part just hadn't made a lot of sense to him, even during their mission brief. "The case is biometrically sealed. It only opens to him and if anyone else tried, the documents within get destroyed. I need him to open that thing willingly for me." You cleared your throat a bit awkwardly. "And he's supposedly super into taken women. That's how I can get his attention. Hence the…you know." You held your joined hands up between you for emphasis. A muscle jumped in his jaw at the thought of what you might have to do to get to these stupid prints. He could just pick out an eyeball or chop of a hand instead.

The lobby was bustling and Bucky instantly felt uncomfortable. Even the safety knife he kept on him everywhere he went failed to soothe his nerves. He just didn't do well in crowds. Your thumb stroking little circles on the back of his hand was helping a little though. He liked imagining you were doing it because you knew. "Hi. We'd like to check in please." Bucky didn't like the way the guy at the counter looked at his fake-girlfriend and before his head could catch up to his heart, he snaked an arm around your waist, glowering at the man over your head. You didn't even seem surprised, just melted right into him.

Oh, what he wouldn't give to see you lose your shit over him like he was over you. Just once.

Up until the one singular key to their room (also singular) was handed over it somehow hadn't occurred to Bucky that couples usually shared one. And given the fact that Tony had booked the room, he could make an educated guess on the amounts of beds in it.

Fuck.

As he'd feared there was exactly one bed in the room. Not even one that could be pushed apart. Just one queen-sized bed. Otherwise the room was actually quite pretty. A large set of windows flooded it with the last rays of sunlight and the view from the balcony was amazing. Almost romantic, dare he say. The floor was laid with a soft carpet, so sleeping on it was probably fine. He could, of course, also just not sleep at all. Or in the car. Or literally anywhere you weren't. Neither of you had addressed the bed-situation yet and he sure as hell wasn't about to bring it up first.

"Come look at that!" While he had been busy unpacking your stuff, you had hacked your way through the hotel's security system and gotten access to every camera surveying a public space. "That's our guy I think." He leaned over your shoulder to get a better look as you pointed a slender finger to the screen currently displaying the hotel bar, more specifically to an older guy with a bit of a belly and severely patchy hair leaning heavily against the counter. He was talking animatedly with another man, looking equally as sketchy. At their feet a silver metal briefcase. "You wanna bet that's the blueprints in there as well?" "Absolutely. Good job, doll."

He was a fool. Oh he was a fool and he could've slapped himself to next Sunday.

You turned in your chair, tilting your head back to look up at him. He could've sworn there was a pink tint to your cheeks. "Thanks." A sheepish smile turned the corners of your lips upward and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth in that way he found so unbearably cute. Without his permission his gaze dipped to your mouth. Bucky was pretty sure he imagined the hitch in your breath. He tended to imagine a lot where you were concerned.

Somehow he did manage to tear his eyes away from your face and redirect his focus to the image on screen. He could feel the heat creep up his neck, your eyes boring into the side of his head. "Guess I'm taking you out for dinner then."

How long could it possibly take to put a dress on? You'd been hauled up in the bathroom for the better part of an hour and he was starting to get worried you'd lose the target. He'd take you out regardless, but still. He was just texting Steve back that everything was going fine so far and answered Nat's question if they'd kissed yet with a middle finger emoji - he was eternally grateful to Peter for showing him that one - when the bathroom door finally cracked open. If there really was a heaven above, Bucky was sure he just saw an angel.

There weren't words good enough in any of the languages he knew to describe how distressingly gorgeous you looked. Your hair perfectly framed your face in thick locks, your kind eyes had a sultry touch to them and the dress - goddamn that dress. His mouth had gone very dry and he almost didn't hear you speaking to him.

"Bucky?" you sounded amused when he didn't immediately react. He was too busy remembering how words worked. "Yeah, Yes. Excuse me. What?" He stumbled over every thought racing through his head but somehow managed to get a hold of himself. "I was asking if you could maybe help with the dress, please? I can't get the zipper."

Oh.

"I…uh…sure." He was up and had crossed the room without realising it. "Let me." You turned your back to him and he took a deep breath. There was the tiniest tremble in his hands as he reached out, holding the dress taut with his metal one, the other pulling the zipper up. Skin brushed against skin and his breathing stuttered. You were so close, so warm, so unbelievably soft. The scent of your perfume was intoxicating. Vanilla and something earthy.

You smelled like his own personal salvation and he'd bet you tasted like paradise. He stopped halfway up to get your hair out of the way. He felt you shiver beneath his touch when his fingers brushed the nape of your neck. If he just leaned down a bit he could place a kiss there. He quickly pulled the zipper up the rest of the way, dizzy from the closeness.

"Thank you, Bucky." Your voice came out a little breathy and if you said his name like this again, he was pretty sure he'd die on the spot.

You turned around and he swallowed thickly.

Then, you gently took one of his arms and started rolling up the sleeve of his white button down, repeating the process on the other side. Bucky was beyond words. If you stayed this close he would crack. "You look good like that," you offered as explanation. "Ready?" Absolutely not. He'd rather stay here and take that dress right off. "Yes."

By some miracle their guy was still where you last saw him on the camera and you strategically placed yourself by the counter, in direct line of sight. You were ordering drinks, chest puffed out, purposefully letting part of your thigh show through he slit on the side of your dress. When you came strutting back with all the grace of a cat, he had to remind himself this was still a mission, still an act. And he had his part as well. "You think he noticed?" He took the glass of whisky you held out to him and chanced a quick glance in the direction of their guy. He was practically foaming at the mouth, the disgusting piece of shit. "Oh, he noticed alright."

"Great." You were decidedly too happy about that, while he miserably failed to keep the bitterness from his voice. It became increasingly hard to keep his thoughts in appropriate places when you sat down opposite him, lips wrapping around the straw in your cocktail glass. "What do couples even talk about?" you wondered out loud. "How should I know?" He grumbled in response, drawing a little laugh from you. He never knew what you found so funny about him. Or maybe you were just pretending. "Come on, you've been on dates." Not with anyone that mattered, he wanted to say. "If this were a real date, what would you do with me?"

He almost choked on his drink. Now that he definitely shouldn't say out loud. He'd hand you the world on a silver platter, gift you the moon as a necklace if you wanted it and put the sun back in your eyes where it must've originated from. He'd worship the ground you walked on and pray to the air you breathed. Helen of Troy didn't hold a candle to your beauty. He wouldn't only start a war for you, he would obliterate whole universes. "Just…dinner. Would've taken you dancing maybe." And then he would've made you scream his name until everyone of your neighbours knew his name and how good he was making you feel. "Then accompanied you back home." "Liar," you accused, but your grin was playful. He arched a brow in question, taking a sip of his drink. Your eyes followed the movement of his adam's apple, the bend of his fingers around the glass. He couldn't help the cocky smirk splitting his lips. "Liar, huh? Did Steve blab?"

"Maybe." There was a playful twinkle in your eyes and he decided it was his second favourite look on you. "What did he tell you?" Boldly he leaned forward, elbows propped up on the table and chin resting on his folded hands. To say he enjoyed your attention to his arms was a vast understatement. "Just something different." You avoided his eyes and took a deep drink from your glass.

It had been so easy to cut out their surroundings but of course his little bubble had to burst sooner or later. He really didn't want to but those fucking blueprints seemed very important. "Target's moving," he informed you, who discreetly took a look, then sighed, face turning into a displeased grimace. "Well, that's my turn to go flirt with the disgusting creep." He really would rather kill the guy. "I'm sorry in advance." "For wha-" A moment later he had the rest of your drink dripping from his face. "And that's why we never go out! Asshole!" You yelled at him before angrily storming off.

So far so good. Bucky hung back to make sure the man took the bait, which he was more than happy to, apparently. Then came the part he dreaded most about this evening, leaving you alone with that creep. Sure he could still watch you via the cameras, but if you needed his help and he wasn't in the immediate vicinity… He forced himself to brush that particular thought to the back of his mind. You were capable of taking care of yourself just fine. There was a reason you were on the team after all.

Their hotel room seemed entirely too big and too silent and every minute that went by felt like twenty. He still hadn't changed out of his shirt and the smell of vodka and juice was heavy in the air. Watching the live security footage of the guy being entirely too handsy with you was a very particular kind of torture and he had been ready to march down there on more than one occasion. If he clenched his jaw any tighter he'd break his own teeth. When the man finally grabbed the metal case with one hand, your waist with the other, Bucky had seen enough.

He didn't care if this was exactly what they'd planned for, didn't care he could potentially ruin the whole mission with his rash decisions. All he knew was the white-hot rage lighting his veins on fire and that he would, under no circumstances, tolerate you in the presence of this sleazebag for one more second. One more 'accidental' brush of his hand over your ass and he'd find himself lacking a few appendages.

He met you two floors down, right in front of his room. You looked something between relieved, confused and a bit nervous. You had every right to be, he was about to fuck up their. mission. "Where do you think you're going with my girl?" Bucky's voice was a low growl in the back of his throat as he drew himself up to his full height. Beside their target, you mouthed the words 'what are you doing'. "I believe the lady has decided to stay with me for the night." He put one meaty hand to the small of your back. "Isn't that right, honey?" You tensed. Bucky was seconds short of bashing his brains out.

"We'll see about that." Bucky's hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, a sign you recognised and knew to take seriously. "Maybe I should-" The hand on your back slithered to hold you in place at your waist. "I thought we've already come to an agreement. Now if you'll excuse us." He tried to slide past Bucky but he stood firm, unimpressed. Menacing.

"She's mine." There was a possessiveness in the rumble of his voice that you weren't entirely sure could be faked. The look in his eyes turned downright murderous. The other man was ready to argue back, even though he was visibly shaken by Bucky's intensity. Rightfully so. He was the perfect epitome of intimidating. He didn't leave their target time to utter a single word, instead he plucked you right out of his grip and slammed his lips to yours like he had something to prove.

You made half a surprised sound, the other half drowned in Bucky's mouth. He held you close with one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your waist. For one earth-shattering moment you didn't move, then your incredibly soft lips moved against his, matching his desperate hunger. Your hands pulled him in by the collar of his shirt, dragged over his shoulders, pulled at his hair.

He was lost and he didn't ever want to be found.

Bucky was on fire, melting beneath your touch, burning up like a dying star. They stumbled, your back hit the opposite wall, a door slammed shut behind them. You gasped and his tongue slipped between your lips. His hands wandered over your waist, your thighs, your nails lightly scratched along the base of his neck and he was gone, falling and falling and falling until you'd unravelled the very fabric of his soul.

Breathing seemed obsolete if he had to detach himself from you to do it.

Reluctantly he broke away. You blinked up at him through half lidded eyes. Stormy, ravenous, wanting. Your plump lips were red and slightly parted, chest heaving. Now that was definitely his favourite look on you. If he could get you this breathless from kissing he couldn't wait to see you-

"I'm sorry," he blurted, taking a wobbly step backwards, eyes wide. Without him to hold on to you slumped against the wall behind you, knees too weak to hold you upright. "I didn't…I just…" His stuttering seemed to bring you back down to earth as well. You touched two fingers to your lips as if you couldn't quite believe what had happened either. "It's fine," you breathed. "I…I mean don't apologise." You cleared your throat, smoothed down your dress, avoided eye contact.

"We should probably…" "Yeah."

To say the walk up to their room was awkward was an outrageous understatement. Neither said a word, nor acknowledged the simmering tension still lingering in the air around them. While you got ready for bed, Bucky heavily considered throwing himself off the balcony. By the time you left the bathroom he had taken a blanket and a pillow to the floor and did a poor job of pretending to sleep.

"Bucky?" you asked quietly. "What are you doing on the floor?" He felt your presence behind him like an approaching storm and for a moment he contemplated continuing to pretend but realistically there was no way he could fool you. If you'd just give him…something. Any indication that he hadn't grossly overstepped. That you had been hurled into a different dimension and been wholly remade, like he was. But you were either dead set on pretending it never happened or simply felt very differently about that kiss.

"Sleeping," he finally answered gruffly. "Why aren't you sleeping in bed? It's big enough to share."

Because he wanted to kiss you again, he wanted to touch you again and adding a bed into the mix was probably the worst possible thing he could do right now. He didn't answer, he was pretty sure anything he said to that would come out wrong and he didn't want to make the situation worse than it already was. "Hey." You affectionately kicked him with your foot. "Please come to bed, Bucky. I don't want you to sleep on the floor. Please?" He had never been able to deny you anything, especially not when you asked so sweetly. Especially not when he remembered the taste of your lips and the press of your body against his.

Oh, he was irretrievable.

So he got up wordlessly, gathered his things and slid in under the sheets with you. "I didn't mind, you know," you said after a long while of them both pretending to not be awake. "I was just…caught off guard." Some things were easier to say in the dark, he supposed. "I was jealous," he confessed. "And I didn't do it as part of our cover."

"Oh." Yes, oh.

You didn't speak again, and neither did he.

Bucky didn't think it possible to fall asleep, not then his body was thrumming with energy and his mind was full of unspoken words, until he opened his eyes again and it was morning. Sunlight flooded their hotel room, the thin curtains barely dimming any of it. He was glad to have chosen the mattress instead of the floor, it was warm and soft and You were peacefully asleep in his arms.

You were peacefully asleep in his arms.

His breath caught in his throat. You must've scooted closer in the night somehow. Your back was cuddled to his bare chest, his arms around your waist, legs tangled. Maybe he was still dreaming. He prayed he'd never wake up if that was the case.

You fit against him perfectly, chest rising and falling evenly. Your top had ridden up a bit and before he could think better of his hand moved to the exposed sliver of skin, tracing patterns over the delicate flesh of your hip. An approving hum sounded deep in your chest and you moved closer like you wanted to morph into him.

Your hair was in his face, his nose buried in the crook of your neck, lips inches from touching skin. He could. He could kiss you there. See if you made any more of those lovely sounds from yesterday.

Just one more moment, he wanted to enjoy your warmth for one more moment and then he'd let you go like he should've the moment he realised the position they were in. Bucky breathed you in deeply, vanilla, earth, home, exhaled slowly. Carefully, as not to wake you, he disentangled their legs first, then his arms.

You made a little displeased sound when he moved away, your body blindly following his, wanting to melt back into his touch. He barely suppressed a groan when you pressed back against him. His hands shot out instinctively to stop your hips from wriggling against his. Bucky pushed a harsh breath from his lips.

Shit.

You turned in his grasp, face smushed against his chest now. You were adorable. And he was very turned on. You threw one leg over his waist and his brain short-circuited.

"Y/N?" He hated that his voice came out so obviously hoarse. You didn't respond, just pulled him closer. Everywhere his skin touched yours he felt goosebumps rise. Heat pooled low in his stomach. "Y/N." There was a quiet plea in his voice.

You made a sound dangerously close to a moan.

"Y/N!"

You startled awake, placing a hand on his chest to prop herself upright. Sleepily you blinked down on him. "Morning," Bucky said helplessly. The hand that had been on his chest flew up to cover your mouth. Eyes wide you scrambled away from him.

"Oh my…I'm so…I didn't mean…" You were wildly throwing around half sentences, it was kind of cute actually. He only noticed he was grinning like an idiot when you threw a pillow at his face. "Stop it."

He couldn't wipe that stupidly happy expression off his face even if he tried. You sat on the other side of the bed, the space between them decidedly too large. The covers pooled around your waist, hair a wild, tangly mess and cheeks that resembled ripe tomatoes. He caught your eyes dipping to his lips, biting your own and he almost thought, maybe, you wanted him just as badly.

But the moment didn't last and you didn't pull him in again. Slowly, almost imperceptibly you shook your head. Bucky shattered. "We should…uh talk about what we're going to do now." You offered him a tight smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, your fingers fiddling with the seams of the blanket. "I mean about that briefcase."

"Right." He totally messed that up. Both the mission and any real chance he might've had with you. Nice going, Barnes. What had he been thinking? Kissing you like that. Stupid. He was stupid and dumb and foolish. "We could always still steal it."

"But then we're not going to be able to open it."

"Wouldn't we destroy those plans anyway?"

"But we gotta make sure they're the right plans and not just a decoy."

"How is it sealed?" Bucky asked, raking a hand through his hair. "I mean how does he open it? Eye scan? Finger print? Does he ask nicely?"

"Fingerprint I think." You tried to but you couldn't keep the amused giggle from bubbling out of your throat any less than Bucky could stop feeling pleased about it. "Why?"

"Which fingers?"

"Bucky."

But he was already up and gathering his clothes and you were trying entirely too hard to not look at the defined, hard lines of his body that rippled beneath his skin with every movement and he was pretending not to notice. "Which fingers?" he repeated.

Oh it would be just his pleasure to rip any and all digits from that pig's hand for daring to lay even one finger on you. He didn't wait for a response as he rushed out of their room. He'd just get the entire hand. One of them had to work, right?

"Bucky!" You came bolting down the hall behind him, hadn't even bothered to change out of the clothes you slept in. "You can't!" Attempting to stop him was futile.

"I can," he disagreed. "And I will."

"But…but…that's not the plan and you…"

He made the mistake of stopping. Just two more doors down that fat asshole was probably still peacefully sleeping, both hands attached to his body. For now. He whirled around, you was standing entirely too close, glaring up at him, hands on you hips like you was about to scold an unruly child. "We're partners for Christ's sake!" you hissed at him. "You can't just up and leave and make this a one man mission because you're..." Because I'm horribly and madly in love with you, he mentally finished your sentence.

The sound of a door creaking open stopped you in your rant, Bucky tensed. Before he could think better of it he pulled you with him through the door with an employees only sign. The space was laughably small, just big enough for them to stand chest to chest. A supply closet for cleaning stuff. Just his luck.

There was just enough light in the small room to see your lips were parted in a silent gasp, eyes wide. "I'm s-"

"If you apologise again I will kick you in the nuts."

"Huh?"

"You have some nerve."

"I-"

"First of all, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. Sure, you're acting a little bit crazy right now," you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, their faces inches apart. Your eyes blazed fiercely. Bucky swallowed, "But how dare you. How dare you kiss me like that and then apologise!"

Your breath was hot against his lips, his heart beating so fast he was sure you could feel it hammering against your palms.

"And how dare you sleep next to me and say all these things and then not kiss me again." Your voice had dropped to a whisper.

"I wasn't sure you'd want me to."

"Did I give you the impression I didn't?"

He didn't leave him time to think on an answer. Your lips brushed his, just the ghost of a touch. Barely there but his mind still blanked. You breathed the tiniest pleased sound into his mouth and Bucky fell apart.

He ignited and exploded and burst into a million tiny pieces and you put him carefully back together with your tongue and your teeth and your nails.

Oh, he's never felt more alive.

A broom cluttered to the floor, you stumbled over a bucket as he backed you up against a shelf but your legs were wrapped around his hips and you were making these sounds - Oh God, he wanted to put them in a locket and wear them around his neck - so he didn't really care about anything but how your skin felt beneath his fingers.

You were a banquet decked with everything he's ever wanted to taste and he had never had a meal in his life. Bucky kissed you like he'd die if he didn't.

"You drive me crayz." He was breathless, disoriented, never happier in all his life. "You drive completely and wholly insane." His forehead leaned against yours.

"We should go on missions together more often," you panted, finger tracing the line of his jaw. "We should do this all the time. And never stopp." A nip at his bottom lip coaxed a low groan from deep in chest. "Never," he agreed, half delirious.

He let you down again, let you pull your clothes back where they belonged. He wanted to mess you up. Oh, he wanted to do such unspeakable things to you.

"I believe you have a couple fingers to chop off." It took him a couple moments to figure out what you were on about. Right. Briefcase. Mission.

"I know a thing or two I'd rather do." "I'd like that demonstrated."

Before he could cave and make this closet the most unholy place in the world, you pushed open the door, pausing just as you were about to take the first step.

"Oh." He looked past you to the silver metal briefcase at your feet. "Oh." One singular piece of paper laid withing, on it in the neatest fucking handwriting Bucky had ever seen 'you kiss her yet?'

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HAHAHAHAHA NOT ATEEZ COMING TO EUROPE WHEN I WILL BE IN KOREA, I CAN NEVER FUCKING WIN???? I'm honestly so mad, and they announced the tickets in DECEMBER?! When most people are broke... and the tour starts in February already 🔫I couldn't go before and now this fucking shit... tbh I expected it 🤡 I'll never be able to see them again. Bet they'll go somewhere else while I'm in Korea...

I love the 🥑that's so random? But booooo for people doing the nasty there

Speaking of THOSE fans, this girl is the one who had all the cute Star Wars roleplays with Hwa on fan calls. But she seems like a bitch, deleting comments who call her out, not sending shit because she needs to follow Atz everywhere. Karma

Anime I hate... there are so many lol, definitely Diabolik Lovers, Wolf Girl and My Little Prince - wasted my time on them, there's also anime called Pupa - AWFUL, I also don't get the hype about My Teen Romantic Comedy is SNAFU, maybe I don't hate it but I gave it so many chances... the characters are just annoying imo. Uhm and Vampire Knight, Guilty Crown 💀

Yesss, go read everything. Some webtoons are behind the pass, but most aren't. I'll catch up on the Harem this weekend, though I'm suffering from bad headaches so maybe not </3

I bet BBC will gatekeep the name Loona :/ hopefully they can succeed.

The WC is a mess, Germany lol, Belgium is out, Uruguayas well, Morocco is 1st, crazy times.

Soohyuk is old enough to be my husband actually 🤭 Seongyuk brothers is an agenda I can always get behind

Good luck on your finals! Lmao Chris Pratt what didn't he do... the worst Chris out there truly I only liked him in The Office, but then he believed he could act and yeah. Voicing Mario???

Hwa deserves a better AU than Twilight, come on. But he's serving so much vampirism it's insane. The JP albums are money grabs and that's it

Literally Seonghwa had black hair for the majority of his career, LET IT GO FOR A MOMENT. I only miss black Hwa when I look at his DV era

Your dream is like an anime scene I'm pretty sure I saw a chasing scene like that somewhere lmao. Were you running like Minho in his promo photos for Chase? Hdygsysbshaishsgas

Ooof Lookass enjoyers won't like it, also I don't believe anything SM says, but maybe I'll start liking SuperM's music now lol.

The snow omgggg are you all ok?!

I had a strong Draco era... can't lie to you, it's the bleach blonde hair

Yeah Hyudawn's break up hurt, also Dawn is suing someone?! People need to leave them alone though instead of analysing their whole lives. And some bitches dare to say "now them getting kicked out of Cube was pointless"???

Pls junior Hwa tutor me, idc what, I'll be starting at YOU anyways

Our wrapped aaaand relatable

Ok?

My birthday is coming indeed 🔫 old age era

That guy Wooyoung, is his forehead empty as well?

Literally maybe it's for the best I'm not going. But I won't experience Cyberpunk Hwa... I hate everyone - DV 💖

hello hi!!

NO FUCKING WAY, GET OUT OF HERE, NO WAY 😭😭😭😭 HOW, OUT OF ALL CHANCES ITS JUST THEN NAURRR 😭😭😭 STOP IT IS THERE ANY CHANCE U CAN POSTPONE IT BY A MONTH OR SOMETHING,,, 70 DAYS TILL THE NEXT TOUR BESTIE 😭😭😭 stop bc what if they announce the cb + seatiny tour when ur in kr 😭😭😭 makes the two of us then! 😭😭

I love the 🥑that's so random? But booooo for people doing the nasty there

IT REALLY IS SO RANDOM AND IT SHINES AND LIGHTS UP TOO! yeah bc 💀💀 there’s a whole doing the deed position guideline on a reddit community of my uni 😭😭

wait and they own ppl money??? scamming them and all??? now hold on… 🤚🏼 & yunho?? 😶😶 oop.

BDNDBDHD THERES SO MANY INDEED, quite questionable,,, ive never watched my little prince and will not watch it fbfb,,, tbh isnt school days bad too 😭😭 I AGREE, I HAVE THIS IMMENSE HATE FOR DIABOLIK LOVERS,,, SNAFU looks like k!on the poster is so nice but nOW 🔫 oMG do u rmr negima 😭😭

Yesss, go read everything. Some webtoons are behind the pass, but most aren't. I'll catch up on the Harem this weekend, though I'm suffering from bad headaches so maybe not </3

i read harem and SIR SONNAUGHT IS SO RBMWBDWKHDKW HES SO JEALOUS RKQKEKFHWKDHWK I NEED THEM TOGETHER 😭😭😭 klein is still vv wholesome cinnamon roll <3 I HOPE UR HEADACHES GET BETTER !!!!

I bet BBC will gatekeep the name Loona :/ hopefully they can succeed. //// The WC is a mess, Germany lol, Belgium is out, Uruguayas well, Morocco is 1st, crazy times.

i hope if they do gatekeeper it, they can get the name luna or like a smarter abbreviation of it tbh bc it’ll be such a miss,, IT REALLY IS but the sk??? im so surprised and this??? LMFAOOOO HE HIT RONALDO’S EGO BAD DBDB ITS SO FUNNY FBFBFB AND DESERVED,, the wc is so unpredictable crazy 😭😭 and?? 😭😭

Soohyuk is old enough to be my husband actually 🤭 Seongyuk brothers is an agenda I can always get behind

LMFAOOOO ANON DVWKHDJWHDJW WHEN IS THE WEDDING PLS SEND AN INVITE I NEED A REASON TO COME TO EUROPE PLS

Good luck on your finals! Lmao Chris Pratt what didn't he do... the worst Chris out there truly I only liked him in The Office, but then he believed he could act and yeah. Voicing Mario???

thank you <3 hopefully i make it fbfbf 😭😭 …..omg???? WHAT THE HELL???? what a heinously right wing guy 😭😭?? AND HE’S NOT BANNED YET? JEEZ

Hwa deserves a better AU than Twilight, come on. But he's serving so much vampirism it's insane. The JP albums are money grabs and that's it

if not twilight then vampire diaries au 👀 but stefan is a mingi or a san and damon is mr park itself <3 AND BESTIE THIS ? THIS??? i got some real hd videos and photos from the concert and i had a very spiritual experience seeing them they live photos ,,,, how did u survive this man irl,, my friends got the seats right in front of the stage and they screamed so loud their throats have 📉📉📉 & the cyberpunk live haha ha…ha

Literally Seonghwa had black hair for the majority of his career, LET IT GO FOR A MOMENT. I only miss black Hwa when I look at his DV era

EXACTLY 😭😭 LET HIM DO WHAT HE WANNA ITS HIS HAIR PLS ITS NICE TO SEE COLOURS EVEN IF ONE DOESNT LIKE THEM !!! hair makes kpop ✊🏼

Your dream is like an anime scene I'm pretty sure I saw a chasing scene like that somewhere lmao. Were you running like Minho in his promo photos for Chase? Hdygsysbshaishsgas

BRKWHDKSHDKW the dream was so dramatic and the first ive dreamt in a whole that i have not had any since then <33 LNFQDJWKJDSK I WAS RUNNING LIKE MINHO BACK IN 2010 AT ISAC JDSJSJ

Ooof Lookass enjoyers won't like it, also I don't believe anything SM says, but maybe I'll start liking SuperM's music now lol.

UR CORRECT I DONT BELIEVE ANYTHING SM SAYS UNTIL ITS CONFIRMED AND POSTED ON THEIR TWT no tbh superm was never bad 😭😭 they had some great songs as their bsides too, OH ANON U BETTER BC U KNOW SUPERM WOULD COME TO LONDON FBDB begging they come to van

The snow omgggg are you all ok?!

the snow! made my campus close! a bridge closed! my dad was asked to return back bc the bridge to his work was flooded w snow,, ppl who went to places in the morning came hole after 8-11 hours,,, someone’s kid went to school at 4 and came at 11 😭😭 15mm snow and its going down hill <33

I had a strong Draco era... can't lie to you, it's the bleach blonde hair

i STILL am into my draco era,, hermoine and draco? ult enemies to lovers, they started it all for me fbfb ITS THE BEACH BLOND RIGHTTT SOMETHING ABOUT THAT COLOUR maybe thats why we like it on hwa

HES WHAT?? 😭😭😭 NOO ur right,, the amount of videos and theories on my youtube tl on them analyzing every bit of their relationship is crazy,,, ???? WDYM ITS NOT LIKE THEYD KNOW THIS WOULD HAPPEN HELLO 😭😭😭

Pls junior Hwa tutor me, idc what, I'll be starting at YOU anyways //// Our wrapped aaaand relatable

i meaaan if u keep getting bad grades he’d be stuck with you 🥰🥰 DBWMDBWK EXACTLY EXACTLY !!!! but my wrapped was fearless as the most listened song 😭😭 something happened on june 5 that i played it 56 times 😭😭😭 and then followed by invu love dive tell me what is love and identity dbdb HWLP THE I WANT HIM TO SIT ON ME DBDB

HOW WAS UR WRAPPED

Ok? ///// My birthday is coming indeed 🔫 old age era

he acknowledged his furry roots PROUDLY <3 OLD AGE ERA 😭😭😭 NAURRR

That guy Wooyoung, is his forehead empty as well?

i think it is! its the way he’s touching it makes me think it is!

Literally maybe it's for the best I'm not going. But I won't experience Cyberpunk Hwa... I hate everyone - DV 💖

cyberpunk hwa…..ha ha. san’s hips…. mingi…ur absolutely not prepared

heres some of the photos my friends got! like one 😭

TELL ME THIS ISNT THE FRAT BOY LINE

AND UHHH THOUGHTS ON HOCKEY PLAYER SAN

???? 😭😭😭 i had the zoomed in video of theM AND SEONGHWA CRYING WAS MY LAST REASON heres some more pics! mingi is SO fine. DAMNIT. break the wall fanchant was so loud, hopefully they come back! in a better location!

sass!

😭😭 san was trying really hard not to cry 😭😭

AND A QUIZ IM SURE YOULL LOVE

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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