#10:58pm

[biblicallycorrectangelvenom]

Today feels awkward after everything that was said last night, we hugged but I need something more

I need tears

We need tears

[via-fm]

NIGHT

[dimlightprincess]

I will allow myself to mourn something that doesn't even started yet. Talaga naman buhay. Pero sige okay lang yan. Tutal dipa naman kasi talaga ako ready. Huehue

[autisticalex14]

Every just lay on the cold floor? Like you wake up sweaty and hot and just lay on the floor. One time I fell asleep on the floor and woke up at like 4am

[awrkive]

summary: where you and jungkook love to play the push and pull game

w/c: 4.7k

warnings/misc: idol!jk x (fem)producer!reader. the usual. mean words being exchanged to each other in the name of banter 😕 they dk how to be nice to e/o and i enjoy writing that way too much methinks. explicit sexual content (penetrative s*x, unprotected s*x, c*wgirl position, d*ggy, shower s*x, cre*mpie, dirty talk) idk what happened but there is angst here

note: due to popular demand here is pt 2 🤩🤩 i actually kinda have more ideas for this universe tbh and would love to go thru with it but it def depends so dont expect anything!! anywho. hope u enjoy!!!!! its unedited tho will fix later

index: part 1 | pt. 2

jeon jk. (bighit) [10:25pm]: im stressed i need to eat you out  jeon jk. (bighit) [10:50pm]: whats taking u so long to answer?  jeon jk. (bighit) [10:58pm]: will it kill you to reply

you [11:31pm]: shut up i just got off class 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:32pm]: who gets off class at 12 fucking midnight  jeon jk. (bighit) [11:33pm]: are you fucking ur professor again jeon jk. (bighit) [11:36pm]: who was that. kim namjin. the lame ass linguistics prpfessor

you [11:40pm]: kim namjoon* and if im fucking him again whats it to you?  you [11:40pm]: hes not lame and hes got a bigger dick than you 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:41pm]: yeah by like 0.05 inch. 

you [11:43pm]: if thats what makes you sleep at night ig 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:44pm]: funny bcs who did you come back to after all that? def not namjan

you [11:46pm]: only bcs u send me stupid shit like “im stressed need to eat u out” when u dont get to fuck me 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:46pm]: youre infuriating as hell

you [11:46pm]: I literally do not care. 

Your doorbell rings for the second time. Rolling your eyes, you let out a loud sigh and drop your highlighter on your book, dragging your feet to the doorway and opening it against your will. 

“What the fuck took so long?” Is what Jungkook welcomes you with, taking off his black mask aggressively and stepping inside the threshold without you even inviting him inside.

You lock the door again, watching as Jungkook expertly navigates the space of your apartment, used to the way he heads to the kitchen with ease where he places the – you noticed it just now – bags of take-out on the counter. 

“I told you, I can’t get into anything right now. I have to study for a test.” You cross your arms under your chest, following him. You stop by the counter across Jungkook, looking at him as he opens your fridge to get a bottle of water. 

He’s worn all black from head to toe for obvious reasons because you live downtown and near Gangnam, and there’s no way nobody would recognize him if he didn’t get into any disguise. 

Jungkook turns to you once he’s chugged the rest of the drink, leaning onto the counter, brow raised as he says, “Who said we have to get into anything right now?” 

You shoot him a mirrored look.

“We only see each other for sex. And we can’t have sex tonight. I need to spell it out for you?” 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gestures to the food on the counter and begins shrugging off his leather jacket and cap. 

“Eat. You look pale.” 

“Jungkook—”

He furrows his brows. “Is it that time of the month? Why are you so mouthy more than usual?” 

“Fuck off.” You flip him off which makes him chuckle. It takes you aback a little. 

“See. You��re irritable because you haven’t eaten yet. So what if you have to study? Eat first. I’ll help you with your flashcards later, then we’ll have sex. Easy.” 

“Who are you and why are you telling me what to do?” You bite back.

“Because you’ll probably die at 27 if I wasn’t constantly reminding you of eating your meals,” Jungkook shrugs and starts tearing off the tapes on the take-out food. “And you like having sex with me. So.” You purse your lips, making a small scoffing sound, prompting Jungkook to glance at you. “Yeah?” He quirks a brow with a hint of a smile on his lips.

You frown. “You’re cocky.” 

“You get me hard when we argue. Save it for later.” He says, as if chastising you and redirecting your attention again to the food. 

You roll your eyes again, annoyed that there’s a weird feeling in your stomach about the whole exchange and your mouth muscles are itching to curl up a little at his… stupidity. It irritates you, the way Jungkook goes through life in an easy-going way because he knows exactly who he is. 

You almost let out a moan as you start digging in the chicken he bought, feeling relieved to finally have something. Jungkook was only half-exaggerating when he said he had to tell you to eat, because most of the time you really forget all about it.

Today was one of those days… you didn’t have to clock in at the company on Fridays but your classes go from 5 to 9pm which drains the hell out of you. Waking up midday means not bothering to eat… and aside from the bagel and coffee you grabbed at the cafe earlier, you haven’t consumed real food. 

“I don’t like this.” you suddenly say. 

“What?”

You look up at him. He still looks weird. 

“That.” you point at his general direction. He raises a brow, growing confused. “You look happy. I’m not sure if I like that.”

“Ouch.” 

You can’t help yourself. You laugh at his completely blank face. Cutting yourself off completely, you clear your throat.

“It’s weird. Why?” 

“I smile and it just… what? Ruins your day?” 

“Yeah.” 

Jungkook laughs out loud. “You’re infuriating.” 

You hum, weirdly satisfied with that.

Jungkook has been over your apartment many times because as much as his place is way nicer, you don’t like going there. Too risky, too many eyes. Too… scary. You know Jungkook improves his security every three months, as sad as it sounds, but still. You don’t feel comfortable going there, probably why you refused to use the keycard he’s given you. You do fuck a lot in your studio, though, or in the empty rooms over at the company, but when you’re not, Jungkook and you drive here. It’s almost safe to assume that Jungkook knows this place already like the back of his hand.

Probably because whatever the hell this is between you has been going on for eight months now.

After Jungkook and you inhaled every last bit of the food (because he was apparently starving as well), true to his words, he actually did help you study a bit. But that didn’t really last when Jungkook suddenly had his fingers in you thirty minutes later. 

One moment you were talking about phonological change and sound laws, the next thing you know, you’re cumming on his fingers, while Jungkook sits on the edge of your bed frantically helping you straddle him. Meanwhile, half of your clothes are forming a heap on the floor as you heavily make out with each other. 

“F-fuck,”

Jungkook sighs when the tip of his cock finally enters your pussy as you slowly push down on him, thighs clenching at the way he’s stretching you out. 

You gasp when you fully sit on him, open mouths breathing against each other. 

“Oh, fuck, you’re so b-big–”

And you might never really get used to it, no matter how many times you do it.

You let out a shaky moan when you feel Jungkook’s dick twitching inside you, opening your eyes only to see him already staring right at you. 

“You okay to move?” He rasps, the veins in his arms telling you he’s trying to hold back. 

You nod eagerly, placing your palms on his shoulders and preparing yourself to go up. Your slick from the foreplay doesn’t make the stretch of his cock fully burn, making it a little easier for you to slide out and bounce back down on him until you’re repeating the movement faster, with Jungkook taking a hold of of your breasts, squeezing the flesh tightly in his huge palms. He groans, leaning down to capture your nipples, biting the pearls a little too rough you whimper a little too loud. 

“O-oh—! Not too rough, Jeon.” You whine, grabbing the back of his head. Jungkook looks at you with brows raised, rightfully confused ‘cause you usually like it when he’s rough with you. You bite your lip, continuing to ride him. “Just a little sensitive. My period’s next week.” 

Jungkook nods understandingly, squeezing your chest again, quite apologetically might you say so. He licks over a nipple, this time considerably more gentle with it. 

“How’s this for a studying session?” 

“N-not bad,” You bite your lip when you feel your thighs quivering, already starting to run out of breath, digging your nails in Jungkook’s shoulders. His hands travel down to your hips, where he grips it tight and starts guiding your ministration, literally bouncing you up and down on him. “Ahh– fuck.” you moan, shutting your eyes close at the delicious sensation of his engorged cock touching every part of your pussy. 

You’re dripping on him, both of your bated breaths filling your room as he picks up your own pace. 

“You – fuck – enjoy riding my cock like this?” He suddenly cups your jaw, making you look at him. The sides of your eyes sting with unshed tears, whimpering when his dick slips out of you when you try to go down again. Both of you look at it, with Jungkook quickly helping you put it back in, moaning in unison when it enters you again. You tighten your grip on him, soft sighs falling out of your mouth. But Jungkook suddenly lets out a quiet tsk, looking at you with furrowed brows as he says, “Answer me.” 

“Y-you know.” you say, mirroring his look. You start rocking back and forth instead, heightening the pleasure. 

With the way Jungkook’s face contorts, you know the new movement feels just as good for him. 

But he suddenly thrusts from under you, grabbing the back of your hair – the stretch on your scalp didn’t hurt, but it’s enough to make you gasp.

“Why do you gotta be such a fuckin’ brat, huh?” Jungkook groans, guiding your face closer to his. “You act like this around— who’s that guy again? Professor Kim?” 

You bite your lip to prevent yourself from smiling at that. You knew he was gonna bring that up one way or another. You and Professor Kim fucked that one time — okay maybe two times when Jungkook and you had this weird cool-off thing going on four months ago, and he made sure to remind you of it every singe chance he got. 

“No,” you firmly say, leveling him with a look, still keeping your pace on his cock. “He likes it when I’m a good girl.” 

Jungkook’s expression darkens, and you moan when his grip on your hair tightens. 

“You’re far from a good girl, sweetheart. But he wouldn’t know that ‘cause he only got to fuck you twice.”

“Y-yeah? You sure it’s not more tha—” 

Jungkook cuts you off with a hot, angry kiss. Your teeth cling together, and with the aggressive way he inserts his tongue into you unprompted, you know he’s getting a little heated. 

It’s juvenile, but you take a little pride in how much it's so easy for you to piss him off. 

But one second you’re sharing a searing kiss, the next moment you feel a sting on your bottom lip. 

“Oh—! What the fuck!” You push Jungkook away so hard he unceremoniously plops down on the mattress, bringing you down with him. You manage to support yourself with his hard chest, looking at him with bewildered eyes, touching your bottom lip. The fucker just bit it. 

Jungkook lets himself rest against the mattress, gripping your thighs instead. 

“He’s fucking weird for fucking his student, by the way.” he says, apparently still not done talking about Kim Namjoon. His hands have made their way from your legs to your breasts, but you whisk them away, shooting him a glare.

“You’re a dick,” you jab at his chest, making him let out a slightly pained “Oh!”, soon exchanged with a grunt of pleasure when you reach for his cock behind you to sit on it again, grinding against it. You lean on his chest, keeping your daggers on him. “You can say whatever you want but you can’t blame Prof Kim for fucking his student.” 

Jungkook immediately scoffs. Because you refuse to have anything to do with his hands, he crosses them under his head, eyes casting a glance down where you meet, darkening when you roll your hips against him deliciously.

“He’s a person in power. That gotta be unethical.” 

You roll your eyes almost automatically. 

“So you wouldn’t fuck me if I was your student, then?” you raise your brow, taking note of the obvious surprise coloring Jungkook’s face. 

But he quickly shuts it down with a smug response.

“I would just have to look at other professors to fuck. Especially at SNU? Have you seen the women professors there?” There’s a bite to it, and the smirk on his lips heighten that. Like he’s telling you he has way more options than you – and those options can come easy for him. If he wants to. 

“See how you’re not fucking any one of them? Exactly.” you retort. 

Jungkook snorts. “I don’t have to,” He removes his hands from his head. “Besides, I fucked Hana before in a professor outfit. Does that count?” 

You grit your teeth together at the mention of Hana. She’s a friend of yours, also an idol like Jungkook. You actually do have a lot of friends in the industry, and coincidentally, Jungkook has fucked most of them. 

“What’s the matter? Don't like the reminder that much?” Jungkook grins. “I remember Jiyeon being in the same position as you now. She really loves riding my dick. Kind of like you. You two really are friends, huh?” 

Kim Jiyeon, a member of a famous group in the country. Another one of your friends and one of Jungkook’s on and off hook-ups too. You don’t know if they still do it from time to time – as far as you know, they ended just as you two began. But you don’t ask either, don’t really care at all. 

But it’s funny since you remember him saying awhile ago he hasn’t fucked anybody other than you in a long time. Was that a lie? 

“Sure. Don’t feel special though, I rode Jaehyun exactly this way. Went at it for hours because my pussy just gets so wet for him.” 

You relish the fact that Jungkook’s smile immediately falls off his face when you say that. But that victory only lasted for a brief moment when he spoke his next words. 

“You have a dirty mouth on you, I’ll give you that. Shin’s was dirtier, though. Gives crazy head too.” 

You don’t really know why he’s mentioning all your idol friends, but fine. If he wants to play that game, you’ll give it to him. 

“Don’t you just love a crazy head? Mingyu gave me one when we finally went out on a date, and I still think about it,” You made sure to grind against his cock painfully slowly, making a show of moaning out loud. “Oh god,”

Thankfully, that shuts Jungkook up. 

“So he did ask you out.” Jungkook says, and it sounds so… firm. You can’t even recognize the look on his face. 

“Yes.” 

He goes quiet after that, but his hands on your waist are tight. 

Like nothing happened, you continue riding him – and maybe because you talked too much that the momentum got killed, but suddenly, you stop your ministration.

Jungkook’s brows furrow, about to say something. Just as when he opens his mouth to speak, you get off him, leaving him astounded on your bed with his dick still stiff and hard against his abdomen.

“What the hell?” 

“I’m going to take a shower.” you say nonchalantly, already heading to your bathroom. 

“Seriously?” Jungkook says, the disbelief in his tone palpable. “I’m still hard and I haven’t even cum yet.” 

You look back at him. “You can take care of that.” 

Jungkook gestures with his hand. “Are you fucking kidding– you’re serious?”

You turn away and go straight to the bathroom, locking the door and immediately turning the shower on – aggressively so.

You’re not mad, is what you tell yourself. You know you started it when you goaded Jungkook about Namjoon. But you also shouldn’t have taken the bait, because Jungkook is competitive in all areas that affects his huge, dumb ego. 

Well, fuck him. Figuratively this time. You can’t believe you let him in your place tonight. You can’t even fucking remember what you were reading earlier, because his stupid horny brain decided it was okay to finger you when you were memorizing the mor—

“What the—!” 

You look at Jungkook in shock when he suddenly barges in the shower, all naked just like you and goes under the stream too, looking just as pissed as you left him.

“I know where you keep your keys and you can’t just walk out on me like that,” He turns off the shower and you’re about to complain when he suddenly looks at you again, brows furrowing and tone a little dark when he says, “So what? You play this little I’m-fucking-other-people-and-not-just-you games on me every fucking time and expect me to just take it? When I decide to ride along you get a little pissy and act like a child?” 

Your jaw slacks, not expecting the call-out. Jungkook steps closer to you, heavy footsteps sounding like a ticking clock above your head. You’ve always known he’s muscly, and much much taller and bigger than you, but his presence especially looms over you when he’s obviously heated like this.

Your backward steps are futile when he only takes steps forward, until you feel the glass wall on your back. 

Jungkook follows, and even though his hands are wet from the water, warmth spread through your body when he takes you roughly by the waist.

“Now you have nothing to say because you know I’m right,” he rasps. You whimper when he presses his body to you, his dick flatly rigid against your stomach, the tip aching red when you glance down to look at it. Jungkook clicks his tongue against his cheek, cupping your cheek to redirect your face to him. “Turn around.” 

He doesn’t even bother hearing you out, just manhandles you around himself. You suppress a moan when he rests his dick against the cleft of your ass, his body heat spreading within you when he leans down to whisper in your ear, “You know what’s funny? Your mouth looks adorably small when it’s stuffed with my cock, but it sure is big enough when you run it just to piss me off.” 

Your thighs clench at his words. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you look back at him. “S-so what are you gonna do about it?” 

Jungkook raises a brow. “The best option is to put my dick in it but you’d be way too happy with that.” 

You roll your eyes. “You’re so full of yourself—” 

“God, can you shut up for even just a minute?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes again.

“Can you just fuck me and get this whole thing over with?” 

You don’t expect the slap in your ass that comes after that. Looking back at Jungkook with a gasp, you’re about to voice out a complaint when he suddenly inserts a finger in you, cutting your train of thought. 

He slowly eases out of your pussy, but shoves his digit back in, settling with a steady pace in and out. 

“Look at you, you’re a cockslut. You like when I’m mean to you, that’s why you piss me off, right?” He says, nibbling on your ear. 

You whimper when he adds another finger, moaning at the sensation. Jungkook picks up his pace, and your lewd sounds bounce off the shower stall as you start feeling the hot coil in your stomach. 

“J-jungkook,” 

“Hm?” 

“I want– more.” You say, looking at him with your mouth agape, tears forming in the sides of your eyes. Your thighs feel like giving out, and you feel so empty even though he’s two fingers in it’s almost criminal. 

“Say it. What do you want?” 

You fight the urge to flip him off, but your tone is still snarky when you simply say, “Dick.”

He chuckles, sending shivers down your spine. “Whose dick? And what’s the magic word?” 

You shut your eyes close, grinding your teeth in quiet anger.

“Your dick and please.” You say in the most monotonous voice you could ever muster. 

You fully expectd Jungkook to prolong the moment a little longer, but fucking finally, you see him stroking his dick a few moments later, shaking his head and chuckling lowly when he adjusts your position against his crotch. 

“You whine and I give you what you want. Aren’t you too spoiled, princess?” He says, aligning the head to your oussy until you feel the tip slowly entering you. 

You inhale, relief of having his cock back inside you washing over you. 

“Y-you love giving me what I want.” You retort back, pushing yourself on him, careful to keep a tight balance on the glass before you even though Jungkook’s got a tight hold on your waist with his other hand. 

He only hums, and soon he thrusts inside with no warning – but it’s a pleasant stretch when it happens, a loud moan escaping your mouth from the sudden movement. 

“O-oh god!” you yelp when he begins sliding in out of you at a fast pace, gushing as he kept on giving it to you.

You try to keep your voice low but Jungkook’s stretching you out so well, his thrusts so precise and forceful, dick growing impossibly bigger every passing second. 

Soon, the cramped shower stall is fogged, with nothing but your heavy breaths and moans and groans filling the air, Jungkook beating your pussy with speedy trusts your breasts are starting to hurt from the jiggling – thank god that Jungkook decided to fondle them with his palms, squeezing and holding, flicking your nipples every now and then. 

“It’s–shit–it’s only me who gets to see you like this, begging for my cock because you fucking love it so much,” Jungkook says against your neck. “So fucking wet, such greedy pussy – and it’s mine, right?” You only whimper, but that obviously does not make Jungkook happy. With a forceful tug on your hair, he makes you look at him. “Answer me when I talk to you, baby, or you’re not gonna cum.” 

“Y-yes!” 

He hums, slowing down to give you a slow, purposeful trust. 

“I don’t care who else you fuck, __. Because at the end of the day, it’s me you come back to.” 

You could almost cry by the way he’s going so slow that you feel almost every ridge of his cock, but it feels so good. He’s so big and hits all the right spots, even when he talks shit.  

“Shit.” he hisses before speeding up again, and you can feel fhe tell tale sign of his orgasm when his rhythym becomes uncoordinated for a bit of a moment, groaning a little loider than usual, until one of his hands on your waist let go to squeeze his dick in your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook says with heavy breaths, staggering a little. “Where can I cum?”

“Inside.” you say, “Please cum inside. I need it, Kook. Cum inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Please. Need it. Need it so bad.” you bite your lip, feeling a little delirious. 

When Jungkook moans a little louder, that’s when you feel the hot liquid running down your legs. It makes your pussy flutter, whimpering when Jungkook inserts his cock in you to push his cum back again, stuffing you with his cum. 

“So damn pretty… fuck,” Jungkook whispers, rubbig the base of his cock against your lips. 

“Kook–”

He doesn’t let you say any more, just creeps his finger in your pussy, thumb rubbing your clit in eights. And because you’ve been basically edged as well, it doesn’t take too long for you to follow him, cumming down hard. 

Jungkook helps you get up, lets you rest your back against him as you try to regain your mobility, chest heaving up and down.

It’s weirdly calming when he runs his hands over your body, caressing your stomach and squeezing your tits as you both come down from your high. 

“You okay?” Jungkook whispers against your head. You nod. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.” 

You’re about to ask if he plans on showering as well, but you stop yourself before you can even say it out loud, looking at his disappearing figure when he walks out of the shower box and the bathroom altogether. 

It takes you a moment to start the shower again. 

But it was only a quick one, and you didn’t exactly think about where Jungkook would’ve gone by the time you're finished, but once you’ve emerged in your bedroom again, you see him pulling up his pants, buckling his belt. 

“You’re leaving?” You say, pausing. Then you realize it came out kind of weird, so you try to scratch that. Glancing at your alarm clock by the bedside table, you clear your throat. “I mean, it’s 3 am.” 

Jungkook looks up at you. “Yeah. I have practice at 6.” 

“Ah.” you nod, blinking at him. You head to your closet, picking out your clothes for the night. “You have three hours left. Tough.” 

Jungkook snorts. You can hear him shuffling behind you while you wore another clean camisole and shorts. When you turn around, Jungkook’s dressed now in his black shirt and jeans. His cap and jacket are in the living room, so he'll probably just grab them when he heads out. 

When you plop down on the bed, you watch as Jungkook picks up his wallet and his phone, stuffing them in his pockets. You thought he’d leave by then, but he suddenly speaks. 

“Hey.” He calls. You raise your brow at him to continue. Jungkook pauses for a moment, looking a bit unsure. Before you can ask, he finally says something. “You can fuck Kim Namjoon or whoever you like,” he starts, staring intently at you. “Just tell me beforehand so we can sort it out.” 

A few beats. 

Jungkook doesn’t follow it up with anything, and nor do you say anything quickly to that. 

The silence sounds way too loud. 

“Okay.” Is what you settle with. Jungkook stares at you a little longer than necessary, so you arch your brow. “What? Anything else before you leave?” 

It takes Jungkook awhile to say, “Nothing.” 

“Okay… and uh, thanks for bringing food.” 

He arches a brow, lips curling up a little. You squint your eyes, rolling it when he gives you a knowing smile. 

“Good night, I guess?” Jungkook lamely offers. 

You nod. “It’s 3 am but okay.”

“You can’t tell me good night, too?” Jungkook says. 

“Uh, have a good sleep and sweet dreams?” you say with the flattest tone and face. 

He scoffs, but he looks amused. “You can be a little more sincere than that.” 

You wave him off. Jungkook shakes his head, turning on his heels to head out the door. 

“Jungkook.” 

His hands around the door handle pauses mid-air to look at you. 

You look away. 

“Mingyu did ask me out,” you start. 

Jungkook���s face is unreadable when he says, “I didn’t ask.”

You shake your head. “No, I know you didn't, I just–” you sigh. “That was a week ago. I just want to say that… nothing happened.” 

It takes awhile for Jungkook to understand. 

“So…”

You lied. About the head or whatever the hell you said about Mingyu and you together. Mingyu was a nice guy, and the date was also really nice. But it just… didn’t work out. 

“Yeah.” is what you settled with. 

You don’t really know what you expected from him, but he just nods. 

“Alright.” 

That was the last thing he said when he walked out of your door. 

You look away, grabbing your phone to check some notification. There’s something on instagram, and there’s a message from Yoongi. Some mp3 file. Music stuff, you guess. And there’s one from Yena too, a member of a rookie female group over at the company who’s getting into songwriting. 

When you lie down to sleep, you feel empty.

[joshujihan23]

Take a break

☆ pairing: bf!wonwoo x reader

☆ genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, gruelling finals season

☆ synopsis: wonwoo, the guy that would always be there to provide to your needs, even if you didn’t ask for it

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[10:58pm]

the clock ticked. your eyelids fluttering shut every few seconds. your handwriting turned more and more illegible as you scribbled in your notebook.

finals seasons this year seemed to be even more tougher than usual. the previous papers played with your heartstrings more than you wanted them to, and that made you even more anxious for the next.

sipping on the final drops of the hazelnut latte right at the corner of your desk, you groaned softly at the finish of your drink, the only thing that seemed to keep you awake this entire day.

and the chemistry question right in front of you? it was almost as if it was speaking to you in another language.

don’t do it y/n, don’t rip it apart. you kept repeating to yourself as you erased your workings.

you sighed in defeat, your pencil scratching against the paper as you attempt the question yet again, for the fourth time.

the music blasting into your ears, your mind fixated on the equations and explanations in front of you, you didn’t even realise that someone had entered your room.

until from the corner of your eye, you see a glass of water and a bowl of grapes clinked onto the table.

from his hands, you knew who it was from.

wonwoo.

you took off your headphones, your eyes glued onto his.

“you’re home early.” you mumbled under your breath, which he heard.

“11:17 isn’t early, my dear. i told you to sleep early, didn’t i?” he placed his hands on your shoulders, massaging them gently, making you groan softly.

“i can’t solve this question, it doesn’t even make sense.” you tapped on the paper with your pencil, your eyebrows furrowing at the words.

wonwoo took one look at the question, scanning at the chemical formulas and the information given. he took the pencil from your hand, leaning forward until his chest was brushing against the back of your shoulders.

“you’re lucky i take the same major as you and graduated last year. alright so..”

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the both of you took 10 minutes to debunk that question, with you asking about every single detail, while wonwoo was there to answer each and every question.

finally, you both came to a conclusion, with the entire page being done. you sighed in relief, throwing your arms around wonwoo’s neck.

“i don’t know what i’ll do without you, my smartie~” you spoke in a soft tone, your head resting on his chest.

wonwoo chuckled softly, his chest rumbling slightly. he placed a hand on your head, rubbing it gently.

“so can my princess finally accompany her prince on the bed now?” his gaze scanning your face, noticing your chapped lips. he glanced at your table, seeing the finished cup of coffee. he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing it gently.

“but you’re so dehydrated now. when was your last time you drank water? you know coffee isn’t good for your health.. here, drink this cup of water and eat these bowl of grapes. after that you may sleep.” he said, in a sweet yet serious voice.

you grumbled softly, your lips pouting slightly.

“but..”

“no buts. come on, i’ll even feed you the grapes, if that helps you to eat them.”

your eyes immediately lit up at those words, your arms tightening around his neck.

“i’ll eat them, only in that condition~”

wonwoo chuckled, placing a kiss on your lips gently.

“then c’mon, let’s have a feast on the bed.” he grabbed the glass of water and the bowl of grapes, guiding you to the bed.

you giggled, following behind him.

well, that is one way to make you forget about your exam stress.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

I love your writing and have a request

14.. "What are you doing here? It's so late."

Something about Quinn getting hurt at a game and reader comes over afterwards to see how he is doing without telling him she would come. Because she’s worried about him. Something cute and heartwarming:)

You're so sweet, babe. Again, I hope this is to your standards. 🩷

CW | blood and injury descriptions, mild adult content

The hit had been severe. 

The amount of blood that dotted the ice looked like scarlet paint across a virgin canvas. You had wanted to go to that game, but a migraine had kept you at home in bed for most of the day. Watching the high-sticking on TV had been just as hard to handle as you could imagine seeing it in person would have been. The replay made you gasp each time you were forced to rewatch it, and seeing Quinn laid out on the ice like he was made your stomach tighten. 

He looked so little while the cameras captured him trying to realize what had happened in real-time. The way the blood dripped from his mouth and covered his bare fingertips was frightening. Finally, he got to his feet and held the hem of his jersey to his mouth as he skated off the ice and disappeared down the tunnel. It had happened so fast. 

Your heart raced the entire time he was gone, mind wondering what he was feeling. You had no memory of the first period or what had happened after the hit until Quinn returned wearing the bubble. It was hard to see how bad everything really was through the face shield, but it was obvious he had a series of stitches. The first goal --his goal-- was textbook Quinn, and it was stunning. However, it wouldn't be enough.

You had fallen asleep after the second intermission, still exhausted after fighting such a terrible headache all day. There were a series of messages from Quinn when you'd awake, and it would be late by the time you saw them.

Quinn: I'm okay, babe. In case you saw what happened. No need to worry, okay? (10:42pm)

Quinn: I love you. Hope you're alright. I haven't heard from you much today. (10:58pm)

Quinn: Maybe you fell asleep. If so, good night. I love you. I'll talk to you in the morning. (11:07pm) 

It made you feel terrible, like you had ignored him when he was dealing with so much. You wouldn't text him. Instead, you'd throw on some sneakers and your coat and leave your house in a hurry, wearing your pajamas. How could you have fallen asleep? This was one of the worst injuries you'd see him inflicted with and you felt like you had completely disregarded him. It would be a quarter to midnight before you arrived at his apartment door. 

Hoping he'd hear your knocking, you had to keep it fairly quiet so to not scare him or wake the other neighbors on the floor. 

"Come on, Quinny. Please don't be asleep yet," you whispered under your breath. 

After a few more raps on the door, you'd hear the lock flip on the other side. When Quinn opened the door, the sight of his face shocked you. His upper lip was swollen and faint bruising could be seen beneath his facial hair. 

"What are you doing here? It's so late?" He asked, though talking seemed to be difficult for him. His words came off as rude, but you hoped it was just because he hadn't expected you. 

"I'm sorry, honey! I was asleep when your messages came in. I've had a migraine all day, and it's screwed everything up. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"You didn't have to do that. It's too late for you to be driving, especially if you have a migraine, but it's alright, come in." He opened the door wider, letting you slip past him into the apartment. "How are you feeling?"

Removing your coat, you turned back towards him, "I was about to ask you the same thing. I saw the game, well, some of it." 

Quinn sighed, running a hand through his freshly-washed hair, "I've been better."

"Am I...bothering you?" You asked, unsure of how to read his mood at the moment, but getting cues that he wasn't happy for the company. 

His expression changed slightly, "Sorry, no, you're fine. I'm tired, my face hurts, and I'm just-- down."

Without another word, you walked the few steps back to him and embraced him in a loving hug. Quinn melted into your arms almost instantly, the weight of all of his troubles being dropped on you, but you didn't mind. He stayed so strong through much more than any person should have to carry. 

"Can I do anything for you?" You asked, your head laying against his as you both stayed standing by the door. 

"This..for just a little longer?"

Smiling, you would oblige his request until he finally decided to break it. Quinn's hugs were the best: they were tight, warm, and always left you wanting them to never end. 

"You're staying the night, aren't you?" He asked, still staying close to you.

"If you want me to," you said, holding his injured face between your hands. 

"Always."

"Okay, baby, to bed then." You placed a kiss to his cheek, careful to avoid his swollen upper lip. It looked so painful; your heart ached for him. Quinn was the sweetest guy, so humble, and a clean player on the ice. You found it unfair that such things happened to him, but you'd remind yourself that that was just the nature of the sport. This had been an accident --you guessed-- still it pissed you off that it had been so bad. 

"Are you off tomorrow?" He mumbled as the two of you got into the bedroom. The light was off, but you had been there plenty of enough times to get around without it. 

"Yeah," you answered, crawling into the bed before Quinn. "Why?"

"I just wanted to know if you could sleep in with me." His voice sounded so small, likely a product of the constant conversation aggravating the injury. 

"Always," you replied like he had moments ago. Laying on your back, you'd wait for him to find you in the bed. Whenever he was down, it was a given that he would want some gentle cuddles to help him get to sleep, and tonight it was proving no different. 

"I'm not too much, am I?" He asked, his hand slipping beneath your shirt. 

"You could never be too much, Quinn." 

He wanted to smile, but he would restrain himself. Being right up against you, he'd give hints that you were right where he wanted you to be. His fingers would dance slowly over your skin, his thumb rolling over your right nipple so softly. You'd bite your lip in response to the sensation as your fingers got lost in his hair. Quinn was very skilled with his hands, but this wasn't one of those moments; he just wanted you to know he loved you, that he appreciated you. How dare he be injured, or this evening could have gone a very different direction. 

"Good night, babe," he whispered, hand finally coming to rest against your ribcage. "I love you. Thanks for coming over."

"I love you, Quinn. Sleep well."

"I always sleep well with you beside me."

[starlinggirll]

i ADOREEE ur writings very much, im looking forward for ur new work i.e. young dad!art nd young mom!reader 🤩🤩, keep going!!!!

a day with young dad!art and young mom!reader . . .

(they have a little girl in this!!)

9:00AM: your head was comfortably resting against art's bicep, hand gently clutching at his as you both slept soundly. then tiny knocks interrupted his sleep, you continued sleeping like a log, as always. "mama?" the high pitched voice made art sigh, rubbing his eyes while sitting up. "what are you doing here so early sweetheart?" he cooed, gently kissing your cheek so you could wake up. and all you replied was with a "mm, let me sleep." that was muffled against his skin. he smiled before scooping the little girl up, placing her ontop of your chest. "she wants you this morning.

10:30AM: after waking up, brushing yours and your daughters teeth, you both walked to the kitchen. to be greeted with a shirtless art cooking breakfast. you set your daughter in the booster seat before going to art so you can get your mom hugs. "you want eggs or cereal?" he would ask while resting his cheek ontop of your head. "mm cereal. i think she wants eggs." you mumbled back, glancing at the little girl gazing at both of you with curiosity.

12:00PM: "what time do we need to be at your parents house?" art asks while letting his daughter tug at his curls. "like in an hour?" you hum, resting your head on art's lap, taking advantage of the position to tickle you daughter's tiny toes. "shouldnt we start getting ready?"

1:30PM: after an hour and a half of getting ready, both of you are finally in the car. your daughter sleeping in the booster seat in the backseat while art drives. "remember, big smile, okay? and if my dad says anything unpleasant to you just tell me and i'll-" "calm down, baby." he interrupts, his hand going to your thigh. "its okay. i know how to handle myself."

1:55PM: "c'mon sweetie," you purr while taking your daughter out of the seat. "lets go see grandma and grandpa!" the little girl squeals, hugging you tightly while you carry her to the house. art following shortly after getting the diaper bag and your purse, which you had forgotten at the car.

4:58PM: "well that went..." art sighed, helping you put the little girl back into the booster seat. "better than i imagined?" he laughs softly, kissing his daughter's forehead. "see?" your hand gently rubbed his arm. "i told you they would soften up to you," he leaned into you, burying his face into your neck with a soft nod. "if you're lucky you might even be my dad's favorite son in law." you teased, wrapping your arms around art's shoulders. "i need to put a ring in that finger if yours to earn that title." he hummed, kissing your neck softly, still clutching you tightly. "yeah?" both of you looked at eachother, almost as if reading eachothers minds. "not right tho." but of you said at the same time before bursting out laughing. "yeah, not right now. but you're getting a big chunky ring when the time comes."

8:00PM: "its bed time for you, young girl." you announced while picking up the whiny little girl. "but mamaaa-" was the only thing she said, mostly because that was all the words she really knew to say properly at the moment. "uh uh, no whining or we wont go to the movies tomorrow." that shuts her up real quick. you tuck the little girl in, smiling softly before kissing her forehead. "mommy and daddy love you, soooo much." you whispering, brushing hair out of her face. "okay! good night." you walked to the door, "dont let the bed bugs bite." which was accompanied by a high pitched giggle from your daughter.

8:12PM: "did you put her to sleep?" asks art, walking out of the bathroom, hair soaked, chest glistening with water and with a towel wrapped around her waist. you nodded, laying on your stomach while watching tv. "yuppp." he sat beside you, leaning down to kiss your jaw, which resulted in his hair getting you all wet. "oh my god go away!" you whined. "you're getting everything wet!" "and not you?" he teased, cupping your thighs to pull you to him. "cant a guy not want to get his girlfriend wet anymore?" he shook his head like a dog, causing water to sprinkle everywhere, including you. "art donaldson." you muttered, glaring at him. "go dry your hair or i swear you wont be getting any action toni-" "yes ma'am." he kissed your cheek before scurrying off to the restroom.

8:20PM: he walks out of the restroom, finding your almost sleeping form in the bed. he huffs, walking to you, crawling ontop of you. "sleeping already? you promised me some 'action', dont you remember?" he whined, finding the crook of your neck to nestle his face there. "please? just one round i swear." he's totally lying. with how much you turn him on with just the slightest look his way, he knows there'll be more than just one round.

9:30PM: "a-art stop!" you whined, head resting against his shoulder, nails leaving red claw marks on his back as he fucked you missionary. "shh. you're gonna wake our daughter up," he purred, covering your mouth with his mouth while picking up his face. "you blabbered against his palm, eyes rolling back while your back arched, "m'coming!" you cried against his palm.

10:30PM: "good girl, up and down." he whispered, hands cupping your hips to guide your movements, he leaned in, your boobs suffocating his face but he didnt care, he loved this position. "faster," he whimpered against your chest, his fingers leaving red fingerprints against your flesh.

11:26PM: you layed on his chest, completely spent. you fell asleep the moment your head touched his chest. he cradled you softly, hand rubbing your lower back while his fingers brushed sweaty pieces of hair off your forehead. "goodnight." he mumbled, closing his eyes while pulling the covers up to your shoulders.

[gunwoo-bh]

The Night Shift [Min Yoongi x f!reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Min Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus's 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. Warnings: some swearing, it'll be fluff, maybe some angst, but mostly fluff, no smut for now but still MDNI A/N: Hi there. This is my first attempt at writing some Yoongi stuff. I'm just writing this for fun, I'm learning all the fanfic lingo and I want to improve. I don't know if I'll write more but I'd like to. English is my second language, pardon any mistakes.

THE NIGHT SHIFT

You walk into your campus’s 24-hour library five minutes before eleven on Friday. Just as most leave to attend a party to celebrate the end of the week, you head into work in hopes of avoiding the craziness of it all. Admittedly, you also want to escape your best friends’ and roommates’ attempts to get you to join them. You have never envied the meticulous process of getting ready for a party. Time and again, you've seen your friends spend hours primping and prepping. Showering, shaving, moisturizing, applying makeup, blow-drying, straightening or curling their hair, and planning outfits– you can’t help but sigh at what most likely awaits you when you return home in the morning. But pretend all you want; their excitement about parties does make you crave and wish to be more like them. So, instead, you enjoy making them hangover stew and listening to whatever stories they remember from their night, watching them fondly as you live vicariously through their adventures. 

Waving to the librarian preparing to leave her shift for the day, a buzzing in your pocket startles you. After placing your bag at the main desk, you dig into your cardigan pocket and fish out your phone, grinning at the string of texts already lined up for you.

Eunji [10:58PM]: Here’s a pin to our location, ‘kay? If you don’t hear from us, send in the cavalry (salute emoji)

Hwayoung [10:58PM]: Yah! WTF. Unnie, don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine, mhm? Call if you need anything~~

Eunji [10:59PM]: I’m kidding~ I’m kidding~ We’ll be safe, most likely drunk but we’ll try not to be too loud when we get home (wink emoji)

Hwayoung [11:00PM]: Sorry if one of us ends up in your bed (blushing emoji)

Snorting, you type.

You [11:02PM]: You know how to apologize to me, I’m easy. Bribes are welcomed. (wink emoji)

Sliding your phone on the desk, shaking your head at Eunji and Hwayoung’s shenanigans, you get settled for the night. Mrs. Kang leaves you a list of tasks to get done for the night, all of it achievable, and bids you goodnight, leaving you at your post. 

You suspect the library will be mostly empty, if not deserted, by midnight. Hiding your bag under the desk and grabbing your phone, you slip one wireless earbud in your ear and set off for your usual beginning-of-shift lap around the main, second, and third floors. Twenty minutes later, a dozen stray books gathered and a headcount of thirteen people total in the library, you return to your desk for the night, settling in to start writing your essay. 

As the hours begin to pass, you only ever glance up from your laptop to note when someone leaves the building. This means that at nearly 2 AM your previous count of thirteen is brought down to seven when you watch Seungmin, a regular second-year student, exit with a shy wave and bow. You push the chair back and stretch, yawning as your eyes peek at the notifications on your phone. Most are from Hwayoung, usually the least tipsy one, who sends you photos of them at the off-campus party, looking great as always and having fun. You press on the most recent photos and heart it, lips curling up softly.

Closer to 3 AM, you’re up stretching your legs and gathering some more books, placing them back on the shelves where they belong. You still have music in your ear, humming as you walk back down to the main floor. Right when your foot leaves the final step, you’re startled by a person standing at the main desk. Dashing to it, jittery hands taking your earbud out and bowing apologetically as you approach. 

“Ohh, I’m so sorry, have you been waiting long?” not giving him the time to answer, “how can I help you?”

When your eyes meet the cat-like ones of the young man in front of you, you startle a little. You’ve seen him across campus a few times, usually hanging with his group of rambunctious friends. Most of them you’ve spoken to here or there, even sharing a class with one of them, but the one standing in front of you has always been elusive. Quieter. 

“Mhm,” he nods, barely making eye contact as he slides a paper over to you. 

Looking quickly between the paper and him, you pick it up and read the name of the book. You recognize it right away. Most third-year psychology students end up at some point looking for it you find. 

“Oh,” you chew your lower lip, “second floor, back left corner near the water fountain. Here…” you grab a pen and scribble down the area for him, handing it to him. “If it’s not there, please come back, and I’ll help you find it…” 

He finally locks eyes with you for a few seconds, mumbling the quietest thank you ever heard and bowing. And just as quickly as he appeared, he is gone up the stairs. You glance over your shoulder to his retreating figure. 

While you may be immune to the desire to party, you certainly are not immune to attractive guys. He was very handsome with his slightly long black hair, bangs long enough to fall in his eyes when leaning forward. His powerful gaze is what struck you when face to face, but you were also struck by the way he nervously licked his lips when waiting for your help. He was handsome is all you can think of as you sit back down, unable to let go of the interaction.

You pick up your phone, wondering if you should ask your friends if they know his name. Eunji is the social butterfly you wish you were and seems to know everyone in Seoul, not just the school but the city as well. You decide against it; the odds of getting an answer out of her at this time are extremely low before settling back into school work with one final glance to the stairs. 

When 5 AM comes around, you’re just about done with your essay when footsteps catch your attention as your body snaps towards the stairs. You slouch back in your chair when you realize it’s the campus security guard, bowing when he passes your desk and sighing. Damn it, YN, why are you this way…Shaking your head in disappointment, you grab the sandwich you bought yourself before coming into work, snacking on that with your water while manifesting this next hour to be over and done with. 

The sound of the turnstiles is the next thing catching your attention briefly away from your food, glancing up to see a student smiling brightly at you and bowing before rushing up the stairs like a man on a mission, making you chuckle. Right as you get up from your seat, two sets of footsteps catch your attention, but you continue moving around your desk to begin your final lap to clean up before Mr. Song’s arrival. As you reach the bottom steps, you’re met with the student who just entered the library, leaving with the handsome guy from earlier, stopping to let them pass, and bowing to each other quickly. Standing still, you watch them leave the library, but not before mystery guy takes a quick peek behind him to you, prompting his friend to do the same. 

His friend begins grinning and laughing, his friend tugging him with force out of the library, which simply confuses you more. You decide not to dwell on that interaction, instead, you begin your final check and clean up before the clock finally strikes 6 AM. You hand off your list of completed tasks to Mr. Song and wish him a good day once you’ve gathered your things.

The crisp morning spring air is a welcome sensation against your face when you leave the building, yawning and walking back to your apartment. 

Entering the apartment, it’s quiet and still, making you wonder if your friends are even home yet. But one glance at the slippers still present at the entrance is enough to let you know that they haven’t returned home yet. You smile warmly, dragging your feet to your bedroom and getting changed into some pajamas, sliding into bed to get as much sleep as possible.

It’s just past noon when you hear the rousing of your friends. You’re already up, freshened up, and cooking them some hangover stew. The post-Friday night routine for all of you. Glancing over your shoulder, you spot Hwayoung, followed by Eunji slowly coming to sit in the living room. 

“Food is ready~!” You sing-song, grabbing the tray of food you’ve readied and bringing it over.

You’re all happily enjoying your breakfast, listening to them share the stories of what they remember of their night. Eunji remembers dancing with a guy and nearly going home with him, while Hwayoung remembers watching some drama unfold between two girls and a guy. 

“So, you were eavesdropping?” You quirk your eyebrow. 

She grunts. “Do we call it that if I was stuck in the bathroom while they were gossiping?”

You all laugh, serving each other more food as Eunji turns to you. “How was work?” 

You still right away, pretending the question didn’t immediately bring your mind right back to handsome library guy. “It was good, quiet as usual but you guys know me, I like my boring Friday nights.”

Your friends stare at you, and you know they can tell you’re itching to say something, to share too. They wait you out as you take a few bites of food, chewing quietly before swallowing that bite. You’re silent for barely two minutes before you open your mouth, shutting it right away. You don’t know why you’re hesitating, your friends would never judge you for anything you already know that. 

“So,” you pause, watching the way their eyes are already glued to you, “do you know Kim Namjoon? We have the same Cultural Theory class?”

They both nod right away, urging you to go on. “You guys know his friends by any chance?”

They both lean back, glancing at each other for a few seconds before Hwayoung asks, “Why are you asking?” 

Your face contorts in something the girls have never seen out of you before, like it physically pains you to have to explain it to them, “Well,” you trail off, “this guy came into the library like at 3 in the frickin’ morning…and I’ve just seen him around Namjoon and his friends, I just…I never…I don’t think I’ve ever heard his name before. I was…just cu–curious, you know?” 

You shut your eyes, wincing at how awful that sounded, “Okay, I know you guys wanna freak out, can you just do it now…” you sigh, and right on cue both Hwayoung and Eunji start kicking their feet, giggling like high school girls who have just heard the juciest gossip. Then a series of questions begin overlapping at unheard speeds, you’d think they were a Formula 1 car with how fast they were going. 

It’s only five minutes later that they finally quiet as Eunji gently smacks Hwayoung on the knee, urging her to ask you the question they want an answer to: “Why are you asking?”

The silence is deafening when she’s done speaking, and you’re playing with the hem of your hoodie, “Because he was cute.”

You swear you’ve never seen your friends hold in their excitement this much before you add, “Can you just tell me if you know his friends?” You whine before letting your body fall back on the ground. 

You’re staring at the ceiling, questioning your life choices and wondering if you should have even brought this up as Hwayoung crawls closer to you, lying next to you, “Well, yes. Eunji has classes with–who is it?”

“Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. Was he one of them?” Eunji asks, joining you two on the floor.

You shake your head. “Isn’t Taehyung the guy you have a crush on?” 

“No, that’s Jeon Jungkook. He’s the smart second-year who skipped a year, he has a class with Hwayoung.”

“Ah…”

Hwayoung hums, “So, not Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, or Jungkook.” She turns to Eunji, “That leaves Yoongi, Seokjin, or Hoseok.”

“What did he look like, Unnie?” Eunji asks you, intent on giving you an answer.

You go on to describe him as best as you can, until suddenly one detail pops into your head, “Oh my god, I’m an idiot. He was looking for a book, he was looking for a psychology textbook!  Do any of them major in that?” 

Hwayoung snaps her fingers, looking at Eunji, “That would be…Min Yoongi, no?” 

“Yep. Min Yoongi.” Eunji says the name, and then they both look at you. 

You’re mouthing the name softly, looking up to your expectant friends, “What…what do you guys know about him?” 

Hwayoung shrugs, “He’s nice. Quiet. Picks and chooses his people. Studies psychology. Shy. He’s not as…’out there’ as the other guys but a classmate of mine said he did a project with him their freshman year and was a hard worker, and just nice overall.” 

You listen to her, nodding along, suddenly feeling like you let the curiosity get the best of you and that you’re getting hopeful over something that hasn’t even happened. You’ve had crushes. You’ve never seriously dated anybody, but you’re still young, so no rush, right? Min Yoongi was just a cute guy you had seen at school, that’s all. 

“Mhm, he’s just cute…” You explain to no one in particular, maybe to yourself, and your best friends notice right away how you suddenly get lost in your head. “Well, thank you for clearing up that mystery.” You laugh, sitting up.

Hwayoung rubs your back from her lying position, “You know, you’re allowed to think a guy is cute and wonder who he is.”

“I know…” Sighing, you lie back down with your friends. “But I’m not you guys. I’m not the girl that attracts attention everywhere I go. I’m the quiet one. I am the one who flies under the radar. I mean, I did that to myself.” 

Eunji holds your hand, “Come on, any guy would be lucky to be with you. Rest assured, we will remind whoever you end up with of that very detail.” She says with certainty, making you giggle. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You sigh, staring at the ceiling once more. 

A few minutes of silence pass when Hwayoung speaks up, “Let’s order food, buy alcohol and snacks, and watch a bunch of rom-coms to remind us how single we all are.” 

This makes all of you burst out in laughter but also agreement. With that plan in mind, each of you do your apartment chores. And nothing heals you more than an afternoon with your best friends listening to music. You can’t deny that your thoughts sometimes veer back towards Min Yoongi. 

You were never the girl who was boy-obsessed or focused in high school. You never minded when it happened because to each their own, but you kept your crushes very close to your chest. Objectively? You can look at guys and just think they’re handsome, and could you say this about him? Of course. But he struck you differently with that tiny interaction. A crush at first sight of sorts. You tell yourself it’s more than okay to think that Min Yoongi is a good-looking guy and that you're likely going to keep thinking so. With that in mind, you make a list of movies to watch until the wee hours of the morning or until you fall asleep. Come evening, Hwayoung calls her favorite local restaurant and places an order for pickup, which has become your job to pick up.

With that in mind, you make a list of movies to watch until the wee hours of the morning or until you fall asleep. Come the evening, Hwayoung has called her favourite local restaurant and placed an order for pick up, which has become your job to pick up.

“Remind me why I’m picking this up and not you? You placed the order, no?” You ask, slipping your shoes on with a small grin. 

“Because I am very specific about what alcohol girls’ night must have, and Eunji is very specific about the kind of snacks she likes, and we both know what you like so…” she trails off, “makes sense to us to do this.” 

You playfully glare at both, placing your purse around you, “You just want to buy the fancy shit…”

Hwayoung snaps her fingers, “Ding ding! We have a winner!”

You burst out laughing. “Alright then, I’m going to pick up the food. Please, let's all get back here quick so we can start our sappy rom-com night.”

After a messy three-way high five, you manage to begin your fifteen-minute walk to the restaurant, looking down to the order confirmation Hwayoung had sent to you. Your walk goes faster than you ever expected it to go as you reach the beautiful traditional building that houses the restaurant. None of you have ever physically come here, but a pamphlet had been left at your apartment when you moved in at first. And somehow, this had become your go-to place for a treat. Except this time, instead of delivery, because of the size of your order (Hwayoung had probably gone overboard this time), you had to go pick it up. 

You open the door and announce yourself, saying hello as you walk up to the counter to the nice middle-aged woman there. You show her your phone with the order confirmation, “I am here for a pick up, here’s the reference number.” 

She looks at it and smiles, “Mhm, yes, your order is just about ready if you wouldn’t mind waiting here for a moment.” 

You nod and bow to her, waiting in the lobby as you look around the restaurant. You take your phone out to update your friends.

You [8:41PM]: Arrived! Food is ready at any moment. Will be back home soon~! How’s the booze and snack search?

“Miss, your food is ready.” You hear the owner speak, shoving your phone back in your pocket and turning to face her. She points towards the curtain that separates the front and the kitchen. “My son will have it out.”

You’re paying when she fusses over her son and how he’s trying to carry both heavy bags at once, helping him, and only when you look up do you feel your body freeze. You clock her placing the first bag on the counter in front of you, but where your focus is, is different. Your eyes are trained on her son bringing the second bag out, making eye contact with cat-like eyes when he finally lifts his head. You can’t believe your luck (or bad luck?) when you’re face to face with the owner’s son. And you can’t wait to go back and tell your friends exactly who that is. 

Min Yoongi.

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She Looks Like the Real Thing (She Tastes Like the Real Thing)

->Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: The day after the Void Incident is quieter than one would expect. While you spent the past night stitching up your boyfriend's wounds, and finally (finally) opening up to him about what happened, the next morning is filled with repairing hearts that were once broken. The night...well, it shows what comes after kissing and making up.

Part 2 of 2 (Masterlist)

Warning(s): P in V Sex, Oral Sex (m and f receiving), Face-Sitting, Breeding Kink, Past Trauma, Implications to Past SA [including CSA], Abusive Parent, Canon Typical Violence, Past Coercion, Mention of Abortion, Past Torture, (Come on guys, it’s the chapter where everyone trauma dumps).

Yes, I am using the Phoebe Bridgers cover because I love her (and I am also biased and heard it before the original). This is a bit heavier of a chapter, and I did my best to be both gentle with the subject matters, without sanitizing anything. Dialogue is also something I try to capture to its realism, adding in the strange filler words and pauses. Again, I hope this gives a more realistic POV to civilian life in the MCU (Feat. Some inspiration from "The Pitt"; as in, showing stressful situations happening to regular people :))

Word Count: 7.8k

You didn’t remember what your nightmare was when you woke up. All you knew was that Clementine was no longer beside you.

For a moment, you forgot where you were. Then, as your eyes adjusted thanks to the princess night light in the corner of the small bedroom, your heart stopped beating so fast when you saw that you were in your daughter’s bedroom.  Alpine was still asleep at your feet. Damn cat. Rubbing your eyes, you looked down at the pink alarm clock on the nightstand.

10:58pm

You were only asleep for four hours. It wasn’t that late, but it was still the same, horrible day.

It was then you saw a glass of liquid beside the clock along with a note.

“For Mommy”

You brought the cup to your lips and closed your eyes at the taste.

Juice. She poured your favorite juice.

The sentiment made your heart full, and you finished the glass. Bringing yourself out of your daughter’s bedroom, you glanced into yours. Sure enough, Clementine was comfortably laid in your bed. It was only then you noticed you hadn’t changed out of your dance clothes, so as quietly as you could, you changed into a set of your favorite pajamas.

You wandered back out to the kitchen, remembering the dreadful mess you made earlier. That had been taken care of too. Clem cleaned the floor and moved the soup into a Tupperware and placed the dirty pot into the sink.

A light ‘thump’ came from outside.

Your heart stammered for a moment before jumping into action. As quietly as you could, you took a frying pan out of the cabinet, and tiptoed to the front door. Nothing else came from outside of it, but taking a quick breath, you pulled the door open, raising the pan above you.

Bucky fell on his back into the room.

Once he hit the floor, his eyes snapped open and he was on his feet.

“Jesus!” You both whispered.

Then you spoke first. “What the hell?!”

He placed a hand over his heart, calming his own breathing. “Good evening.”

“Were you outside there the whole time?” You prodded, relaxing.

 “I would’ve stayed until you came out.”

“Why?”

He looked at you as if you’d grown another head. “I don’t know. I mean, well, you didn’t answer any of my calls after a collective trauma, you lied about experiencing that trauma, you lied about Clementine experiencing it, you-.”

“-Okay, I get it.” You sighed. “Look, we’re tired can we just-?”

Bucky made another face, and you weren’t having it. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“I just want to sleep.” You borderline begged.

He nodded, and clenched his jaw. This was strange. You’d never seen him make that face before; it wasn’t the one he’d make if he was annoyed. It was then your eyes traveled to his chest, and you saw a wet spot on his black shirt.

“Shit.” Left your lips, immediately knowing.

Bucky said your name when you set the pan down and took his hand, dragging him into the bathroom. Flipping on the lights and shutting the door, you looked back at him.

“Take off your shirt.”

He didn’t resist. Sighing, he slipped it off, his dog tags catching onto the collar before falling back against what hair he had on his chest. Sure enough, a new wound was added to his body; a few of them, actually. While most were deep bruises and minor abrasions, the worst was a laceration the length of the top of your thumb to your wrist, blood still seeping out.

“I’ve had worse.” Was the first thing he said.

“Oh,” you mocked him. “I guess you’re good to sleep outside then. Sit down.”

He chuckled. “What, you gonna stitch it up?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t take you for a secret nurse.”

You took a cloth off the towel rod by the shower, bunching it up and placing it over his wound. “Hold it.”

He listened. You kneeled in front of the cabinet sink, opening it and immediately finding a needle and surgical thread. Bucky made a face.

“Why do you have that?”

“Has the bleeding stopped?”

“Doll-.”

“-Has it stopped?”

He removed the cloth. “Yeah.”

You took another clean cloth and ran it under warm water and soap. “This will sting.”

You placed it over the wound, cleaning it. He sucked in a breath from the temperature but remained still. He said your name.

“Why do you have the professional stuff?”

You stopped cleaning, avoiding his gaze. “I…I didn’t know when you were going to go back to fighting but…I don’t know, I wanted to be prepared.”

He frowned. “I didn’t even know I was going to have to do all of this.”

“Call it hyper vigilance.” You sighed, taking out the needle and putting the surgical thread through the eye. “This is really going to sting.”

“Not my first time.” He offered a teasing smile. “You practiced stitching too?”

“No, I’ve only watched movies and sewed on hundreds of ribbons for pointe shoes.” You were serious.

He hummed, and you began to stitch him up. You wondered if his pain tolerance was enhanced by the serum; he barely flinched. He brought his right hand to your cheek, whispering.

“What happened today?”

Your stitching stopped momentarily as the reminder plagued your mind. Still, before you could disappear into the memories, the feel of Bucky’s thumb caressing your chin kept you anchored.

Perhaps…now you should tell him.

“It felt like Narnia.” Were the first words you said, continuing your stitches. “I don’t know how long I was in…whatever hell it was, but when I was out of it, I was still in the dance studio, holding Clem. She-she couldn’t talk. She had this look in her eyes I…”

You swallowed thickly. “There were forty children there. As young as kindergarten, as old as high school…and just three adults. Bucky it…I had to rush from one room to comfort a girl who threw up after crying, only to then be pulled to a little boy whose nose started bleeding because he was sobbing so hard.”

It all came out as you treated him.

If they wanted to, the kids could talk to a teacher about what they saw within their ‘nightmare’ (that was what they were calling it. For once, there wasn’t any news or information on exactly what had happened).

And you heard everything.

“The best thing would be if their dog died.” You couldn’t look at him. “Hell, even if it was a family member. I just…I never knew that-I mean, I did know…” You swallowed the oncoming tears. “Is it bad that I wish I never knew so many of them were…were…”

“No.” He kissed your cheek. “It’s not bad at all.”

“I wish…”

One of the teachers, Leslie, called your name. You shut your eyes tightly as you held a sobbing, ten-year-old Hannah. You looked over your shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Can…can I talk to you? Alone?”

You pulled away from the little girl, wiping her tears. “I’m gonna talk to Miss Leslie, okay?”

She only nodded, lying down on the floor and staring up at the ceiling. You walked to the corner of the green room out of range (hopefully) from the kids.

Leslie’s voice shook. “I…what I saw-.”

“-You told me you needed a hand with the kids in here, and I’m already helping you.” You didn’t snap but spoke blatantly. “I left Sammy in charge of the blue room. She’s not a teacher, she’s a student. I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to talk about what either of us saw.”

Tears began to fall from her eyes. “I’m sorry. I-I don’t know if, I can’t…”

You bit your tongue, taking a deep breath. “Just give me ten minutes, okay? I’ll go check on my room, then the pink room and-.”

The sound of a mirror shattering in the blue room caused a few screams to erupt from the younger children in the room you were in.

You shushed them and left quickly. Racing into the blue room, you saw nearly all of the kids huddled on the other side of the room. Over on the mirror side, you saw a high school girl hunched over the broken glass on the floor.

“Sammy.” You called, worry written upon your face.

She looked at you, rage seeping from her eyes as well as tears. “I still feel his hands on me.”

“Jesus.” Bucky sighed.

You shook your head, nearing the end of suturing. “All of that was thirty minutes after the fact. A lot of parents came a little later. So, we went from forty kids to nineteen.”

Clementine hadn’t said a word to you ever since everything came crashing down. It wasn’t her fault; you barely had time to check up on her, and that was all on you. Sammy’s mom came to pick her up, so that lessened some of the anxiety; only some of it.

“Hi baby.” You cooed, sitting beside Clem, who had her math notebook open. She hummed, looking up to glance at her opened textbook but not at you. You forced a smile. “You’re doing homework?”

“It’s due tomorrow.” Was her response.

“You’re not going to school tomorrow.” You rested your head against the wall.

“I wanna go.”

You furrowed your brow. “Don’t-don’t you want to skip?”

“No, I wanna see my friends.”

“Sweetie,” you sighed. “no one’s going tomorrow.”

She didn’t say anything.

“Clem?”

It was like you weren’t there.

Biting your lip, you placed your hand on her shoulder. “Do you wanna talk about what you saw?”

She shook her head.

“It might help.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Alright.” You agreed, feeling your eyes water. Standing, you fixed your skirt. “I’m gonna go take care of something, but I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

You walked over to the teachers in the front of the room, both in a circle with a few of the elementary kids.

“Hey, I need to take a break; just three minutes tops.”

Leslie nodded. “Yeah go, we got this.”

“Can I take mine after?” Suzie, the other teacher, asked.

“Of course.” You answered. “Thanks guys.”

You finished with the stitches. Still, you didn’t move. Bucky took the materials from your hands.

“What happened?” He asked.

Instinctively, you held your side. His hands wandered to the bottom of your shirt. “Okay?”

You nodded. Gently, he pulled the shirt over your head, leaving the top half of your body completely bare to him. You looked down and saw a nasty bruise forming along your side. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be, but it was still there, and it ached.

“Okay?” Bucky hovered his lips over it, and you nodded. “I need to hear you, honey.”

“It’s okay.” You whispered. He kissed the darkness along your side with a softness you don’t think you’d ever felt before. You sighed into his touch you had missed for months, your hands disappearing into his hair.

“What happened?” He asked again, but even just from his tone, you knew the hidden question: ‘Who did this to you?’

You were in the stairwell on the second floor when you saw her. A woman who reeked of cigarettes and wore a rattled look in her eyes. You stopped on the stairs, standing above her.

“Are you one of the parents?” You questioned.

She stopped where she was, nodding. “Yeah. Sorry I’m so late I just…everything today-.”

“-No, I understand.” You nodded. “What’s your child’s name?”

“Hannah. Hannah Wylie.”

You had been at the studio in Manhattan for less than a day, and yet you already knew that was not Hannah’s last name. The previous conversation you had with the small girl hit you.

Her birth mother was…unstable. She would hold and praise Hannah for doing her schoolwork one day, then break a dish the next day just because Hannah forgot to put it in the sink. There’d be no outside reason anyone, even her father, could see her change in behavior.

It had gotten physical one night, Hannah’s mother punching her after she said she was being mean. That was enough for her father to divorce her mother and miraculously gain full custody.

“We don’t have a Hannah Wylie.” Was all you said. It was possible this woman was the mother, or that she was at the wrong place. “I know there’s another studio a few blocks away-.”

“-No.” She took a step up. “You have her.”

“What’s your name, ma’am?”

“You have my daughter, and I’m taking her home.” She harshened her tone. “I’ve been through hell today.”

“We all have.”

With no warning she dashed up the stairs past you. You turned on your heel, calling after her as you ran. She was on the fourth flight, one more away from the dance studio, when you caught onto her hoodie. She immediately started thrashing, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Get the fuck off of me!” She yelled over and over.

“Ma’am-!”

She turned in your hold and kicked you in the stomach, sending you backwards onto the stairs, landing on your side. With the wind knocked out of you, you moaned, watching as she ran.

Gritting your teeth, you forced yourself onto your feet and grabbed the railing, pulling yourself up each step. Regaining your strength, you sprinted up the last set of stairs the moment you saw her just about to touch the steel door leading to the studio.

You grabbed the back of her hair, yanking her behind you before throwing the door open and closed once you were inside. The steel door rattled as you locked it, and the most guttural scream you had ever heard followed behind it.

All the teachers and students flooded out of the rooms, some coddling you as you bent over yourself to catch your breath. Hannah hid herself in the back of the group as the unmistakable voice penetrated through the walls, and the door kept shaking.

“She can’t get in, right?” Leslie questioned.

“There’s no way.” Suzie shook her head.

Your chest constricted with each breath you took, and the world was turning darker and lighter at the same time as you hunched over yourself, your breathing becoming erratic.

You didn’t remember when the screaming or the rattling of the door stopped. All you could feel was several little arms wrapped around your body.

For once…it was strangely comforting.

“When did she leave?” Bucky asked as you both laid in the bathtub. It was a peculiar sight; the water wasn’t on, and you both were topless as you leaned against his chest. You were hesitant of course, not wanting to cause more pain than he was already in. He said his pain tolerance was high enough, and it would be nothing more than some tenderness.

Tenderness he wouldn’t mind dealing with for your own comfort.

“I think a few minutes after?” You replied. “We got the kids back into one room so we could keep an eye on them, and it all just stopped. Everything that happened took place in an hour, and after thirty minutes, all the kids were finally sent home.”

He pressed his lips to the back of your head. “Longest hour of your life?”

“One of them.”

You remained in a comfortable silence. That was one of the things you missed; how you could be quiet together.

His name left your lips. “I’m sorry about what I said before I went to DC-.”

“-Not tonight.” You looked up at him. “Please I…I’m tired.”

He gave a watery smile, but nodded. “Okay.”

“Tomorrow.” You kissed his jaw. “I promise.”

“I’ll make breakfast.”

“Clem would love that.”

Neither of you got out of the bathtub right away, still just content in being in each other’s arms again. When Bucky’s right arm started to fall asleep, that was when you finally put your clothes back on and left. He took the couch without any complaints, even though you jokingly offered Clementine’s unoccupied child bed.

Surprisingly, Alpine snuggled onto his chest the moment he laid down, and you wished each other goodnight. You fell asleep before your head hit the pillow.

Clementine awoke before you, but stayed in bed until you woke up. Despite how big she was getting, you still took her into your arms and carried her on your hip out of your bedroom and into the living room. She quickly forced herself out of them once she saw Bucky sleeping on the couch. She crawled onto his chest, promptly waking him up.

You’d never say it aloud, but you were terrified for a moment. Aware that you yourself would panic if suddenly awoken by someone on your chest, you didn’t even want to imagine how Bucky would react with everything he’d been through.

Yet, he grinned first before opening his eyes and then taking her into his arms. She squealed as he tickled her sides, and that was the first time you felt warmth in your chest in the last twenty-four hours.

It was the first time she smiled too.

“Alright,” he grunted, standing. “what have we got for breakfast?”

“Mama said we’d make chocolate chip waffles on Friday.” Clem followed him into the kitchen.

“It’s close enough.” He smiled.

You wrapped your arm around Clem. “Do you want me to-?”

“-No, no.” He opened the pantry door. “I got it. You two just sit pretty.”

“I prefer to stand.” Clementine sassed.

“Suit yourself.” You flopped on the couch, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV. “Bucky, you want me to help with anything?”

“You just made yourself comfortable.” He smirked, taking out the flour and baking powder.

Sure enough, Clementine shoved her way onto the couch beside you. She’d glue her eyes to the television as you and Bucky chatted. It was almost frightening how easy it was to fall back into conversation as if all of yesterday hadn’t happened. There’d be times you’d look back at your daughter and see how her eyes would glaze over, and all you would have to do is brush her hair with your fingers and she’d come back to you.

Breakfast was served, and the lightheartedness returned. Thankfully, Clementine hadn’t said anything about school, and you texted your boss in Brooklyn that you weren’t coming in that day; to which she immediately replied with “No one is. Take care of yourself.”

Bucky would sometimes glance at his phone when a text or call came through but wouldn’t answer. After breakfast, Bucky took a shower as you and Clem had decided the three of you would take a trip to Sunset Park.

“You can take that if you need to.” You reminded Bucky as you were getting ready to leave and he got a call for the second time that morning.

“It’s not serious.” He reassured, tying your shoes after you tried to yourself but hissed from the pain in your side. “It’s just Alexie freaking out that Ava and Walker are fighting.”

“Are they gonna kill each other?” Clementine asked, holding her foot out for Bucky to tie her shoe.

He snorted. “You’re a big girl and can tie your own. And no, they’re just bickering.”

“Like how we all do?”

“Exactly, pumpkin.”

The streets seemed to be much deader that day. Not like how it was after the Blip, but like how it was after the 2012 attacks. Not as crowded as usual, but not to the point where you were the only ones outside. Even if the Void event (that’s what you read they were calling it on the news) only happened in Manhattan, it still took a toll on New York as a whole.

Damn…maybe you should move to DC. No, if it weren’t for the Hydra attack a decade ago, then it would be for the former president turning into a Red Hulk merely months ago…

…Was anywhere in the world safe?

The three of you made it to the park safely, and Clementine made a beeline for the playground. You and Bucky sat on a bench nearby and felt a sigh of relief that Clem managed to make friends with the few kids also there.

Bucky spoke first. “Do you wanna talk now?”

“There’s a lot.” You answered.

“I know.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, let’s start there.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Bringing a bunch of strangers home unannounced, not going to your work to-.”

“-I didn’t tell you to come over,” you shook your head. “and I didn’t answer any of your calls. That’s not your fault.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He looked at you. “I should’ve found a way to find you.”

You slipped your hand into his. “I’m an adult, so please stop trying to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

He took a deep breath, relaxing from your touch. “And I’m sorry for all the shit I said before leaving.”

You swallowed thickly, breaking your gaze. Biting your tongue, you did everything within you to keep tears at bay, and you succeeded; even when Bucky wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

“Clementine’s father was my teacher at the Ballet.” Was the first thing you confessed, and you didn’t know why.

You felt Bucky tense. You had barely said anything about Clementine’s birth father, and Bucky had never asked; always wanted you to speak first.

“I…I saw him in the Void,” you said next. “I saw myself in his office and…God, I was twenty-two again. We’d been together for a month or two at that point, it was going to be my first principal role, and…I was good, I was really good. We were celebrating, and he just asked me out of the blue to…you know.”

Bucky hid his face in your hair, nodding. You could practically feel the blood boil under his skin.

“I didn’t want to, but he just kept begging and begging and I wanted him to stop…” You sighed. “I just wanted him to leave me alone.”

You felt Bucky’s lips caress your scalp.

“The next room I walked into was when I found out I was pregnant with Clem.” You swallowed, leaning into him more. “I told him, and we talked about getting an abortion. I thought about it; I really did…but when I’d ever bring up maybe, just maybe, not getting it, he’d say I shouldn’t sacrifice everything I worked for. When I told him it was my choice at the end of the day, he said that it wasn’t serious, and I was overreacting when I called him out.”

You tried to whisper it, so Bucky wouldn’t hear a familiar word. But he heard it.

‘Overreact’.

“I saw us a few months ago when I went to the last place.” You still didn’t look at him. “It was just another loop. ‘You’re leaving, and you’d sacrifice us all for a shitty run at being a politician’, I kept saying, ‘You’re overreacting’. You said…”

He shook his head. “I shouldn’t have said that-.”

“-You didn’t know.”

“You were right, you were angry-.”

“-But I didn’t say it right.” You admitted. “I could’ve told you how I felt without insulting you.”

“I should’ve never left.”

You pulled away, cupping his cheeks. “I never should’ve brought the argument home, where Clem heard it all.”

His face fell upon the realization. You nodded. “Yes, I was incredibly hurt by what you said, but I’m more ashamed of what I said to you, and what Clem heard. I’m sorry.”

He rested his forehead against yours, and you felt complete peace for the first time in a while. The birds were singing, and the chatter of people helped ground you as well as the love of your life’s skin against yours.

“I…” he cleared his throat, trying to mask emotion. “I can’t tell you what I saw-.”

You shushed him, kissing the corner of his lips.

He still kept going. “Not now. I’ll tell you tonight.”

“You don’t have to give me a deadline.”

“I need to tell you…I want to tell you.”

Opening your eyes, you saw everything in his. The fear he had for what he would say, the shame for things he said in the past, but above all, there was the love that he had for you and for your little girl.

You smiled. “So, is Alpine ours now, or do you want her back?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “We’ll see who she likes more by the end of the day.”

You spent another hour and a half at the park, just simply walking and taking breaks to sit and people watch. When all was quiet as you sat upon a hill before lunchtime, Clementine spoke up.

“A lot of kids were laughing at me in my nightmare.”

She confessed all that she’d seen the day prior; including memories you hadn’t even known existed. How a nasty group of kids in her grade, and even a grade above, would constantly belittle her. Whether it was talking about plans in front of her or teasing her for every little movement and action she made. Those were what most of her memories were.

The final one was the argument between you and Bucky. She said that he yelled until his face turned red, and you did until your voice was hoarse. It wasn’t how you remembered it happening…but it’s how she did.

“Are you gonna leave?” She asked, voice breaking as she looked at Bucky.

Immediately, several ‘No’s left both of your lips as you both wrapped your arms around her, uttering reassurances.

“We’re both sorry.” you told her. “We said things we shouldn’t have said, and we’re going to be better about talking.”

“Promise?” She prodded.

Bucky kissed her cheek. “Promise. I love you and Mama so so much.”

Even though you knew that, just to hear him openly and effortlessly say that to your daughter…it triggered something within you; a feeling that made you so whole, you felt like you would burst.

The three of you went to a nearby diner for lunch, and all was well. There was more laughing there than there had been in the last few hours. After being stuffed completely, you walked back to your apartment and laid on the floor. For the next hour the three of you simply talked about the most important topics known to mankind.

“Mama, why do you bake cookies but cook bacon?”

You and Bucky lifted your heads up when your daughter asked. Bucky snickered.

“Clem, I think you’re going to get a doctorate when you grow up.”

“I don’t wanna be a doctor.” She whined.

“Too bad, you shouldn’t have been so smart.”

She sighed dramatically. “I’m gonna flunk every class, quit school, and join the army.”

“No!” You both sat up at that.

“That’s what you did!” She pointed out to Bucky.

“You want a metal arm when you grow up?”

“Yes!”

And you laughed until you couldn’t breathe.

Dinner was just box macaroni and cheese and sitting on the floor while watching a movie.

“I still think this takes five years off your life.” Bucky said but still ate.

“Then you can starve.” Clem didn’t take her eyes off the television.

“Woah,” you playfully shoved her. “none of that. But she’s right, we’re here for a good time not a long time.”

You even let Clementine stay up thirty minutes past her bedtime. If not just as a mini reward for surviving yesterday, it was to tire her out more; and it did. As she could barely keep her eyes open, Bucky put her to bed, giving you time to do your night routine.

After washing your face, it was while you were brushing your teeth that you overheard them while the bathroom door was cracked open.

“Someone hurt mama yesterday,” Clementine said from her room. “really bad.”

“I know.” Bucky’s voice was laced with guilt. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you or her ever again.”

“You can’t promise that.”

He was quiet for a moment. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”

A smile spread upon your lips, as well as a flutter in your heart. Once you were finished, you kissed your daughter goodnight, turned on the nightlight, and shut her door. You were slipping on an oversized shirt in your bedroom when you heard Bucky’s voice behind you.

“I didn’t mean to scare you yesterday.”

You turned over your shoulder. He leaned against the doorframe, wearing his boxers and a white tank top, his dog tags still around his neck, and his arms crossed. You couldn’t quite tell what the look he was wearing.

“I can’t even imagine what was going on.” You approached him, taking his metal hand into yours. “Come on, when was the last time you slept in an actual bed?”

He snorted. “Not that long.”

After shutting and locking the door (it was always a habit, welcome to being a woman in New York), you pulled him under the covers with you, snuggling into his side and resting your head on his chest. “But…we’re safe, right? From Valentina?”

“That was the first thing I talked to her about after she knighted us as the New Avengers.” He scoffed at the name. “She’s in no position to make threats if she wanted to, but she can make promises. No one’s touching you or Clem.”

You nodded, feeling more at ease even though the thought hadn’t occurred until after he spoke of it. Unprompted, you tossed your leg over his thighs, bringing yourself up to straddle him. He smiled, his hands holding your hips.

“Have I ever told you you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen?” You ran your fingers over his face.

He hummed. “Maybe once.”

You giggled, leaning into him, your hands going into his hair and your lips onto his forehead. “It’s not just because of how you look.”

“Yeah? What is it then?”

“Well, since you’re fishing for compliments, you’re a good man.” Your lips hovered over his ear. “I don’t see many of those anymore.”

He tensed under you, and you brought your face away to look at him. He wasn’t uncomfortable, at least where it was obvious. Still, you saw a look in his eyes and were about to get off him, but his hands held you firmly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

Bucky sat up, still looking at you. He wrapped his arms around the small of your back to avoid hurting your side, and pressed his face into the crook of your neck. You held him, running one hand up and down his spine, and the other cupping the back of his head.

He leaned against the headboard. “I’ve hurt so many people.”

You brushed your lips where the skin and the metal met on his left shoulder yet let him continue.

“I’ve tried to forgive myself.” He sucked in a breath. “I’m better where I am now then a year ago, hell, ten years…God, has it been that long since I’ve woken up? I don’t…”

You tried to lift your head to look at him, but he brought his hand up to keep your face pressed into him. “No please, just listen.”

And you did.

“I still get nightmares.” He admitted. “Not many anymore and not as bad but…what I saw yesterday…I never…it was happening again. I was back in the forties, and it was the first time Hydra captured me and my unit. I kept saying my name, my number, where I lived, hell, even my baby sister’s name just so I wouldn’t forget anything. The next thing I know, it’s when…after I fell from the train and…”

You gently combed your fingers through the knots in his hair.

“It hurt…I forgot how much it hurt. The machines they hooked me up to, how it took so many tries for them to wipe my memory I was running out of things to say to try and keep myself afloat until…I forgot everything. I went into another room, and I wasn’t just watching the missions I did; I was the mission. It was…I was being chased by myself but I…I don’t know.”

 You didn’t speak, knowing he had more to say. All you could do was keep running your fingers on his skin to let him know you weren’t asleep and remind him that he was there with you.

“It-it doesn’t seem that bad after but I…” You felt warm tears on your skin, and you held him tighter. “Steve left. He left over and over again and I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him that I loved him, that I didn’t want him to go, that I hated him, that he…” He pulled you closer as if trying to make you sink into him.

“I don’t know why that one got me.” He pressed his lips to your shoulder. “Then I saw you. I thought I was out of the woods until I couldn’t see myself, but I heard all the things I said before I left for DC. You looked so scared-.”

“-I wasn’t.” You finally interrupted. “I was of losing you, but never justyou.”

“That’s what it looked like to me.” He professed as if there was something rotten inside of him. “She looked just like you. I thought you were really there, and I tried to open my mouth to say I didn’t mean it, but I couldn’t.”

He fell silent, pressing his face into your shoulder. Slowly, you pulled away just enough to look at him. You moved hair out of his eyes to reveal even more tears. You swallowed thickly, feeling your own emotions bubble.

“If you think I’m going to take back what I said about you being a good man, I’ll throw you off the roof.”

Bucky shook his head, saying your name.

“No, you listen to me now, James Barnes.” You held his face and attempted to speak firmly. “I didn’t know you in the forties, or even ten years ago when you stopped being the Winter Soldier. There are questions I can’t ask, and some things I might never know about you. But I know enough to feel safe; I know enough to let Clementine be safe around you. If any part of me thought you’d relapse, or you would do anything to hurt us, I wouldn’t be here with you right now. I love you; do you hear me? I love you.”

He released a shuttering breath, pressing his face against yours. You don’t know how long you stayed there until-.

“I wasn’t really religious, even back then.” He confessed against your lips. “But God, you’re making me think He’s real.”

You smiled, softly kissing him. “Why?”

“I don’t know how else you’d be here with me.”

“Oh God.” You scoffed, playfully of course. “I gave you a whole monologue about why I tolerate you, and you think God’s the reason?”

He laughed. “‘Tolerate?’”

“Well, it’s going to be that if you-!”

Usually, you hated in romantic comedies how the guy would kiss the girl to shut her up. Now though, you realize it only works when you’re both being playful. You weren’t telling him something serious, so him putting his lips on yours was the best thing to do.

There was a passion that you only had gotten a taste of from him before. Now, it was all consuming as he wrapped you in the safeness of his arms. You moved your hips experimentally, slowly. This was a similar song and dance you both had performed before, yet there was something strikingly different.

He bit your lip lightly before pulling away just enough to speak softly.

“I wanna try something.”

You arched your brow. “How long has it been?”

His eyes shifted for a moment, and you already knew. There were questions you could not ask, but from past nightmares, and what little he had alluded to from them…you already knew.

“A while.” Was what he said.

You nodded. “Me too. Not exactly, but…”

He kissed the bridge of your nose. “We don’t have to do anything. I can just hold you.”

Smiling, you brushed some of his hair behind his ear. “What do you want to try?”

Bucky pressed his lips back to yours. Gentler this time, he bunched the bottom of your shirt up until his fingers rested on your panties. Cautiously, he pulled them down your legs and you separated to toss them off the bed. With that, you also slipped your shirt off.

It was only as you watched his pupils grow while they traveled down your body, did you realize that this was the first time he had ever seen you naked; and that you had never seen him like that either.

He must have shared a mind with you, because he soon took off his shirt. You’d seen his bare chest countless of times over the years, even when you hadn’t been dating, but the wetness between your legs only intensified. Bucky laid flat on the bed.

“Come here.”

You leaned forward to kiss him.

“No,” his grinned widened. “come here.”

“What?” You giggled.

“Come here.”

“What do you-?” Your words drifted as they settled in. “Oh…oh!”

He caressed your cheek, laughing. “You okay with that?”

“I mean…” You suddenly felt self-conscious yet tried to mask it. “I haven’t tried it either, and I haven’t even shaved in-.”

“-You think it bothers me if there’s hair in my food?” He nuzzles his face into your neck, his hands kneading your ass.

Your breath hitched before sighing in pleasure. Kissing his chin, you grunted. “If you insist.”

Still, even as you crawled over him, your knees on both sides of his head, you felt a shiver chill your body; both from the intimacy, but also the unknown. Bucky lightly gripped your thighs, leading you closer to his mouth.

“It’s okay,” he said into your cunt. “it’s just me.”

His tongue entered your lips, and you released a choked sound. Eyes fluttering shut, you put your entire weight on the headboard, resting your head on top of it. Bucky urged you down farther until he was pressing kisses to every inch of your core. He moved his right hand to part your folds before diving his tongue deeper.

You rocked against his mouth by accident, apologies spilling from your lips as you bit your tongue to keep quiet. Your stomach clenched both from the growing pleasure and the repression of sound. Once his lips found your bud, a strangled moan finally escaped, and he didn’t let up.

Your hand traveled into his hair, gripping the top of his head. Unconsciously, each strand you tugged only caused Bucky to move against you; his groans resonating throughout your entire body.

His nose bumped against your clitoris and that was what sent you over the edge. High pitched babbling of his name left your lips as you rode his face and the rest of your pleasure out.

It was after the burning in your stomach settled that you realized your thighs were shaking. Pulling yourself away, you landed beside Bucky, breath still quivering. Both your chests rose and fell, and in the pale lamplight of your bedroom, you saw your own slick upon his chin. You placed your lips on his gently only to pull away, needing even more air.

“How was that?” He asked in between breaths.

You didn’t answer him vocally. Kissing his jaw, your hand traveled down his chest and over his boxers.

Damp.

Eyes flying open, you looked down and saw that there was indeed a wet spot over his flaccid cock. He sighed, hand over his eyes

“Nuts.”

You furrowed your brow. “What?”

“I didn’t mean to…to…”

“Finish from making me cum?” You smiled. “Bucky, it’s sweet.”

“It means if I was normal, I couldn’t do anything for the rest of the night.”

It had been a conversation in passing, a funny one when you were both tipsy at a friend’s wedding in your early days of dating, where he openly stated that the serum ‘heightened’ his stamina in more ways than one.

“It means,” you trailed your hands down to his waistband. “you like me.”

Tenderly, you slipped off his boxers, his now sweltering cock falling between his thighs. Bucky sighed, resting his head against the pillows. Kissing down his stomach, you licked a long strip from the base to the head of his dick.

He sucked in a breath, humming. “You’re trying to kill me.”

You didn’t bother saying something witty back; he was expecting it. You kissed his tip before slipping it into your mouth. Bucky gasped, his left hand gripping the sheets, and his right tangling into your hair. It wasn’t to push you down or even guide you; just to feel you.

Every sound you pulled out of him only grew the deeper you took him. Whatever you couldn’t take, you used your hands, caressing and fondling his balls. You’d glance up every so often, and he only looked at you once. The first and only time he did, he tossed his head back, releasing a strangled moan.

“Honey,” he sighed. “I-I don’t think I’ll-.”

You shushed him before taking him again, bobbing your head up and down. He called your name like a little prayer, pulling you off of him the second you felt little spurts of precum. You wish you could’ve seen what you looked like, because as soon as he pulled you away, you saw him visibly shiver as his eyes grew.

“I-I need you.” Was all he could manage.

“Okay.” You wiped your mouth.

He sat up, grunting from how red and sensitive his cock had grown. He took your face in his hands, chastely kissing you.

“If your side starts hurting-.”

“-I took Tylenol,” you soothed. “I’ll be fine. I’ll tell you though, just in case. How do you want me?”

He laid you down onto the bed as if you were something precious. “I need to see you.”

You lightly grazed your nails over his skin, being more mindful of the scars, past and present. Bucky placed a kiss onto your right nipple, suckling on it as he lightly massaged the other.

“Please.” It didn’t sound like a whisper from you, more like an escape of air.

“Please what?” He asked against your breast.

“James…” You gritted your teeth. He said your name, glancing up and you bit your tongue to not groan. “Please fuck me.”

He grinned against your skin, kissing up to your lips. He shifted to be above you, clutching a pillow then holding the back of your hips with his metal arm. The coolness pleasantly surprised you, a sharp mewl following. He lifted you up, sliding the pillow under your hips before gently placing you back down. He kissed your forehead.

“I remember this.”

Your breath shuttered as you felt the weight of his cock against your fold. Slowly, he entered you, not taking his eyes off yours for a second. The stretch was almost too much to bear from the dry spell, your face tightening.

“I’m okay.” You said when he gave you the look of ‘Should I stop?’.

He kissed the apples of your cheeks. “Just tell me when.”

You adjusted, running your hand up and down his neck. When you felt him fully within you, you began to move your hips. He moved with you, taking your left hand in his right and pressing it above you. With his metal hand, he guided your legs around his waist, angling you deeper.

His name left your lips as he rolled himself into you further, kissing your moans. Your heels pressed into his backside, urging him closer.

And closer.

And closer.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He said against your mouth.

“Love you.” Left yours.

“I love you.”

His cock kissed your cervix, and it was history from there. Strangled, staccato whimpers escaped your throat as he rutted into you, your name falling from his lips so many times it didn’t even sound like a word anymore.

“Come on, baby.” He breathed, hot breath on your sweltering skin. “Come on, give it to me, I know you can.”

You tried to form words but only syllables came out as you clutched his hair, trying to meet his thrusts. His dog tags dangled between you, hitting the space between your breasts with a light ‘cling!’ each time.

“In me.” You whimpered.

“What?” He didn’t stop, but moved some stray hair out of your face.

You didn’t know you said it aloud until he asked. Still, the desire to feel every bit of him flooded your senses enough to beg for it again.

“In me, please, please!”

Bucky shook his head, groaning against your lips. “No, no, we’ll make babies another time.”

That was it. Your euphoria burst like wildfire within you, leaving you a shuttering, whining mess. Bucky’s arms encircled your thighs to hold them apart and let him dig in impossibly deeper. You muffled your moans into the pillow beside you, only for him to capture your lips so that every little noise you made could reverberate through him.

Bucky soon followed behind, pulling away just as spurts of white cum painted your thighs.

There you both lay beside one another, panting messes. He laid his head against yours, breathing with you until the air in our lungs intertwined with each heavy inhale and exhale. He took the box of tissues by your bedside, cleaning himself before slipping on his boxers, kissing your stomach and taking you into his arms.

He took you into the bathroom and placed you on the toilet, cleaning you as you relieved yourself. Quickly, you both sneaked back into your room, and you collapsed on the bed. Still, Bucky slipped your oversized shirt back on, and you both crawled back under the covers, shutting off the light.

“You’re one of the reasons I get up every morning.” He whispered into your shoulder as he held you from behind. “I hope you know that.”

Your hand held his, shifting your head to kiss whatever part of his face you could reach. “They don’t make men like you anymore.”

He chuckled into your skin, and you fell into silence. There was something so intimate about whispering confessions to each other in the dark.

“Did you mean it?” You asked. “That you wanted to have babies with me?”

Bucky didn’t say anything right away. It worried you for only a second before he turned you over onto your back. You could faintly make out his figure from the light of the streetlamps outside your window.

“I’m getting you a ring first.” He vowed. “If you want that.”

You didn’t know if he could see the tears in the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t care. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him down to you, kissing him.

And kissing him.

And kissing him.

And everything was well in that apartment in Brooklyn.

[soobnny]

ex!seungmin who thinks about you when he receives his diploma during his graduation in law school because he couldn’t have done it without you, and it breaks his heart that while he’d reached his dreams, you couldn’t be there to see him make it.

he’d remember the countless sleepless nights you’d stayed up with him to review for his tests

or when you’d urge him to get some rest or eat his meals when he’d forget sometimes

you were there to help him realize he could do it, coming with him to apply for numerous universities

you were there from the beginning, so why couldn’t you be there to see him reach the end?

and it was a mutual decision—the breakup. but he finds that, as he reaps the rewards of his efforts, it doesn’t feel right that you aren’t in the crowd

that night, seungmin ponders over whether to call you or not

instead, he sends a few text messages

he doesn’t think he could talk to you without crying, doesn’t think he’s ready to hear your voice again

seungmin (9:57pm): i graduated today haha

seungmin (9:58pm): i just wanted to say thank you. i know that things are over between us, but it’s undeniable the influence you had on me while i was in law school. i don’t know if i’d be able to make it this far if you hadn’t believed in me the way you did. thank you. i can’t say it enough.

seungmin (10:01pm): there’s so much i want to tell you, but i guess i don’t really have the right to do that anymore. still, i hope you realize how much you’ve changed the way i looked at life (for the better, i can hear you complaining already)

seungmin (10:03pm): oh, and i found this letter i’d written back when i was still in my 1st year. it’s addressed to you, and i vividly remember telling myself to give it to you on the day i graduate. haha, somehow i’d thought we’d still be together when today would come. lmk if you still want it or if it’s too awkward then that’s okay too

seungmin (10:06pm): alright that’s it. sorry if these messages freaked you out a little. i’m not even sure this is still your number

seungmin (10:07pm): thanks again, (name). you are the one person who made me believe i could make it and i did :) thank you

[zznblr]

exes and ohs 𐙚 c.yj

chapter eighteen: glad you’re here

written • 706 words

july 25th 2025, 7:58pm

yeonjun had gone a lot farther than you expected.

shortly after he left the hall, you followed him, but by the time you got out, he was nowhere to be seen. you scan the space and you see him, beyond the wide windows of the lobby, slumped near the edge of the pool deck.

he is sitting on a lounge chair, hunched in on himself. “hey,” you say, as you walk over to him. you stop beside him, just close enough to offer comfort but far enough to give him room to breathe. but he doesn’t look up when he feels you next to him.

“are you okay,” you ask, crouching a little to catch a glimpse of his face. he lifts his head slowly. his eyes are red and the skin around them is puffy and flushed. his lashes cling together in wet little clusters. “sorry,” you mutter, retracting a little. you shake your head. “that was a stupid question.”

yeonjun lets out a short, dry laugh. “i’m sorry for leaving you there.” he murmurs.

you sit down on the lounge chair opposite him. “do you want to talk about it?”

“i just had to get out of there.”

“is this because of…” you start, then falter.

he nods before you finish. his chest rises and falls. “it’s less about my dad,” he says. his eyes flicking away from yours. “and more about soobin.” he adds, “i know you think he’s nice and everything, but he is seriously an asshole.”

you nod. “we don’t have to go to the wedding.”

his mouth opens slightly, then closes. “i know,” he swallows. “i just keep thinking, ‘what would people say?’”

“who cares?”

he hesitates. “my parents.”

you frown. “who cares what your parents think?”

“i mean, i don’t but at the same time, i do?” he shakes his head. “i don’t know. i shouldn’t have come.” his voice cracks at the end and he looks away again.

you shoot up from your seat. “okay, up.” you direct him.

he blinks. “what?”

“get up.” you repeat. “we’re leaving.” you reach out your hand and he stares at it for a moment before placing his own in yours.

you pull him up gently to his feet. “where are we going?”

you start leading him off the pool deck. “well, you left before the entrees even came out, and i’m starving,” you say, glancing back at him with a teasing smile. “and we can’t go back in there, so let’s find something to eat.”

“where do you want to go?”

“i think that egg tart place is calling my name.” you grin, and he rolls his eyes.

july 25th 2025, 10:45pm

you walk back to the hotel, stomach full. yeonjun is by your side, his steps are slower and more relaxed now. his fingers are intertwined with yours as you walk to the elevator. inside, you both stand in comfortable silence.

the elevator stops with a gentle jolt and you both step out. when you get to the door of your room, yeonjun halts. he looks down at the keycard in his hand. for a moment, he doesn’t move. his thumb lightly brushes against the edge of the card.

he looks up at you and smiles. “thank you,” he says.

“for?”

“for tonight,” he answers. “for being here with me… for having my back this week.”

you smile. “of course,” you reply softly. you slightly sway in your step.

his eyes shift to your lips, and your breath catches instinctively. you match him as well, your eyes dropping to his teeth grazing over the plump skin of his lips. when your eyes meet again, the air around you seems to shift.

yeonjun angles his body slightly towards you, slowly closing the gap between your bodies. it seems like time is slowing down and you are desperately trying to think of something other than your heart rate rapidly increasing as he moves closer and closer to you.

you can feel the heat from his body, and the weight of his attention focused entirely on you. you open your mouth to say something, but yeonjun leans closer to you and the words catch in your throat.

previous masterlist next ʚ♡⃛ɞ his ex is getting married to his brother. he’s totally okay with it. he’s very happy for them. of course, he’s going to the wedding. and he definitely did not pay his next door neighbor five hundred dollars to be his plus one at their destination wedding.

taglist [closed]: @beomgyusluver @yeovnjin @mari-18s-world @usuallyunlikelyfox @jellyyjn @boba-beom @beaabz @yezznn @lovesickchoi @taysfairies @kagtobis @ohmahgods @bunniwords @tkooooop @20-cms

[ironskyfinder]

Bounce/drop

Goonettes are one of god’s gifts to man.

Naive, doe-eyed, innocent girls who get exposure to the right kinds of filth at the right time end up as self-addicted pleasure dolls, chasing the next edge, the next rush. The only problem - for them, not for anyone else - is that often they rub themselves so dumb they can’t be trusted to edge without making mistakes and giving into pleasure, and they get to be so brainless that they need instructions on how best to corrupt themselves. 

As I said, not a problem for anyone else.

Emily had still been a feminist, when she started following me - not much of one, but she still had moments where she'd go back to thinking she was equal, that she should go to college and have a career and make something of her life outside the kitchen and bedroom - and she hated it.

She mentioned, in one of her messages, that she had always wished she could make her breasts more sensitive - at a 38GG, I liked to remind her she had 'udders' - so, one of the times she asked for me to make her brain worse, I took her on an edge she still thanks me for even today.

ironskymaker [10:58PM] I wrote instructions for an edge for you, but this is a much more directed edge than just sending you gooning fuel and some degrading messages, so you’ll need to be able to narrow your attention to this so that you can respond when prompted. Understood?

ironskymaker [10:58PM] I'm not going to ask you to focus, I know you can't do that, not really.

goonette4everr [11:00PM] yes

ironskymaker [11:02PM] You’ll need to follow along closely, okay? I’m going to have you hump a pillow - I think you should use the pillow you sleep on - over and over and over, and I’m going to try and break your brain even more than usual. Ready?

goonette4everr [11:03PM] yessir

ironskymaker [11:04PM] As always, you should be naked when you edge. Take a selfie, once you are - think of it as the ‘before’ photo, so we can compare how you look once I’m done with you.

goonette4everr [11:05PM] you assume right. selfie taken.

ironskymaker [11:05PM] Face the mirror and start humping, nice and slow. Be gentle enough it’s frustrating, like I’m teasing you by holding your hips, slowing you down - just enough pressure that your clit begs for more, not enough to start you grinding mindlessly.

goonette4everr [11:07PM] ok...ok thas gonna drive me nuts

ironskymaker [11:08PM] That’s exactly the point. Light, little motions at first, enough to make you want to grumble and moan and swear because it's such a teasing sensation.

goonette4everr [11:08PM] fuck

ironskymaker [11:10PM] Good goonette, keep going. Little by little, faster and harder. Hips rocking back and forth, little by little pressing more against the pillow with those little motions. Watch yourself in the mirror, teased and frustrated but still grinding away like you’re told.

goonette4everr [11:10PM] hmmmnnn

ironskymaker [11:11PM] You’ve been craving this all week. Let yourself relax into it. You need this, turning your brain off and letting your clit think for you, edging for hours and hours until it’s all a blur. Keep humping, a little faster, a little harder  - you should be starting to feel it now. 

ironskymaker [11:13PM] How does your edge taste?

goonette4everr [11:13PM] goood, so wet

ironskymaker [11:14PM] Start grinding and humping faster, little by little. Every time you hump your pillow, you grind the littlest bit faster. 

goonette4everr [11:15PM] hunh...feelin it now

goonette4everr [11:15PM] fuck!

ironskymaker [11:16PM] Less and less gently, keep your hips moving, faster and faster. Let the motions grow, the harder the edge gets the more you move.

ironskymaker [11:17PM] Keep going, a little harder every time you hump. Make the motions bigger, gradually starting to grind with a little more pressure each time. Harder, faster, keep grinding on your pillow. Look at yourself in the mirror and make an ahegao face, grinding extra hard and extra slow while you let your tongue hang out until the drool hits your tits. 

goonette4everr [11:19PM] hnnnnnn oh ffuuuuuck

ironskymaker [11:19PM] Don’t forget to tug on your nipples a little to make them hard, if they weren’t already; don’t stop humping. 

goonette4everr [11:20PM] theyr hard, mmmm god

ironskymaker [11:21PM] Pinch and pull on your teats, grind on your pillow more. Reach back and tease your asshole a little.

ironskymaker [11:21PM] Remember, all your useful parts deserve to be part of your edge - speaking of your mouth, test your gag reflex as you start humping faster and harder.

goonette4everr [11:22PM] hkkkkkkkkk

ironskymaker [11:22PM] How are you feeling, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [11:23PM] goodsogood! fukkk

goonette4everr [11:23PM] i look so dum so horni

goonette4everr [11:24PM] fuck!!

ironskymaker [11:25PM] Good! But I want you extra desperate and broken, so I’m giving you a break.

ironskymaker [11:25PM] Sit up off your pillow, so your drippy clit is nowhere near anything that might stimulate it - then hump the air, bouncing a little.

ironskymaker [11:27PM] Understood?

goonette4everr [11:27PM] whait noo 

goonette4everr [11:28PM] nnnnnooo oh ok, ok, i will i will

ironskymaker [11:28PM] I know, it's hard to have self-control - but you don't need to! I'll have your self-control instead, just relax and obey.

goonette4everr [11:30PM] obeyying...is...goood....thanku sir

ironskymaker [11:30PM] Keep humping. Feel your tits swing as you bounce, feel how they want to pull you down, back onto the pillow. Grab one, suck on your nipple. Hump and grind and bounce. Grab the other and suck on both your nipples at once, then let them drop from your mouth. Hump the air a little more, bounce and let your udders drop, feel them pulling all the thoughts out of your brain.

goonette4everr [11:32PM] hnnnnnn

ironskymaker [11:32PM] Bounce and hump the air until your tits pull all the thoughts from your brain, until they pull you back down to humping your pillow.

ironskymaker [11:33PM] Doesn’t your edge feel better already?

goonette4everr [11:33PM] yyyyeesss

ironskymaker [11:34PM] Again, humping and grinding like a good girl, faster and harder. Grind your clit into your pillow as you reduce yourself to obedient holes for a stranger on the internet, like a real feminist traitor. 

goonette4everr [11:35PM] i feel so slutty an stupid

goonette4everr [11:36PM] itsh shooo gooood!!!

ironskymaker [11:37PM] Look in the mirror - do you like the slut you see?

ironskymaker [11:37PM] Hump and bounce and whisper to yourself that your holes and tits are all that matter, they give you value and purpose and a reason for men to find you useful. 

goonette4everr [11:39PM] i lov bein a traitor!! i luv lookin at myshelf bein a whoooore

goonette4everr [11:39PM] yessss hnnnn

ironskymaker [11:41PM] Grind even faster, even harder. You can really feel it now - you’re pressing harder, humping faster, hips moving more so you bounce - and when you bounce, your udders swing. When your udders swing, you feel your brain drain and you’re closer to just being tits and holes. Holes keep being drippy, tits keep bouncing.

ironskymaker [11:42PM] Now how does your edge taste, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [11:42PM] tassts like dspration

ironskymaker [11:43PM] Good. Keep going. Hump and bounce, letting the haze of the edge and the pull of your tits wash your mind away. 

ironskymaker [11:44PM] Harder, faster, humping and grinding, leaking all over your pillow - pause for a moment, to bury your face in the wet spot you’re making, take a deep breath. Then get back on your pillow and keep humping. The smell and taste of your edge everywhere, rewiring your brain to tie that to the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling.

goonette4everr [11:45PM] hhhnnnnn

goonette4everr [11:45PM] so dirrty

ironskymaker [11:46PM] You liked that too much not to do it again. Put your face into the pillow, rub it into the wet spot. You love how the sensation corrupts you, how it makes your edge so much stronger. Don’t you?

goonette4everr [11:48PM] fuck pleas yess

ironskymaker [11:49PM] Edging makes you feel so good, your brain can barely take it - but that’s fine, you don’t need it anyway, you don’t need to think.

ironskymaker [11:49PM] The instructions become your actions.

ironskymaker [11:50PM] Your clit isn’t there to handle big thoughts, your udders aren’t made for thinking, but you were made to obey. Keep humping and grinding, edging and bouncing, faster and harder. 

goonette4everr [11:52PM] hmmm...yesh yeh no thnk...jus...edge

ironskymaker [11:53PM] The more you edge, the more you’re just drooling holes and bouncing udders. Wipe the slick juices running down your thighs all over your face and imagine tasting it on a thick cock filling your throat. Don’t stop grinding, don’t stop bouncing, keep your hips moving.

goonette4everr [11:54PM] bounc

ironskymaker [11:54PM] Wipe the slick mess from your cunt onto your nipples, pinch and pull on your teats. Keep one of your teats in your mouth, massage and milk the other. Hump and bounce and grind, let your brain go blank, then let your udder drop and suck your other nipple clean. Are you enjoying yourself?

goonette4everr [11:56PM] iy am...iam!!!

goonette4everr [11:57PM] i tayst so gud

ironskymaker [11:57PM] Does the girl looking back at you from the mirror seem like she’s having fun too?

goonette4everr [11:59PM] she dos, she looks sho happi, so blank

ironskymaker [11:59PM] I bet she looks like a porndoll. Her eyes all unfocused, sweaty, shaking, needy, her desperate clit soaking her pillow. 

goonette4everr [12:00AM] mmmhmmm...such a needyslut

goonette4everr [12:00AM] shooo dum

ironskymaker [12:01AM] Time for another break.

goonette4everr [12:01AM] hnnnnnnnn!!!!

ironskymaker [12:02AM] I know you don’t want to, but - stop edging, sit up so you can hump the air like the desperate fuckmeat you are.

goonette4everr [12:03AM] yeshyesytes!

ironskymaker [12:04AM] I know you’re horny, I know you’re needy, just let your hips move against the nothing and let the ache drain your thoughts away.

ironskymaker [12:04AM] And, while you do - pick up your tits, play with them, squeeze and massage them, hold them out and then drop them.

goonette4everr [12:05AM] mmm...

ironskymaker [12:05AM] Feel that pull make you dumber. Let the things you used to call ‘important’ wash away as you start bouncing in the air, as your udders pull your thoughts out of your mind

ironskymaker [12:06AM] Did you have work today, did you have plans after, were there errands that need doing? Pick up your tits, play with them, then drop them as you bounce, and all of it is gone.

goonette4everr [12:07AM] hmmm...gone. 

goonette4everr [12:07AM] allgone

ironskymaker [12:09AM] Bounce, drop. Take another selfie, see what you look like after I’ve played with your brain for less than an hour, and imagine how much more I’ll do.

goonette4everr [12:09AM] hheeehee she looksh crazi

goonette4everr [12:10AM] sush a mess!

ironskymaker [12:10AM] Hump, grind, bounce, drop. Tits don’t have plans. Holes don’t run errands.

goonette4everr [12:11AM] mmmmmm

ironskymaker [12:11AM] There’s only obedience, only edging and doing what you’re told. Bounce, drop, hump, grind.

goonette4everr [12:12AM] only

goonette4everr [12:12AM] please 

ironskymaker [12:12AM] How does your edge taste now?

goonette4everr [12:14AM] sssssgud

goonette4everr [12:14AM] ssssssnice

goonette4everr [12:14AM] fuckk

ironskymaker [12:15AM] Bounce, drop. More thoughts gone, brain all drained. Hump, grind, bounce, drop. 

ironskymaker [12:16AM] Bounce, drop. Take another selfie, see what you look like after I’ve played with your brain for less than an hour, and imagine how much more I’ll do tomorrow.

ironskymaker [12:17AM] The girl in the mirror just wants to keep edging and bouncing and dropping forever, and so do you. Bounce, drop.

goonette4everr [12:17AM] please ruinmy brain mroe

goonette4everr [12:18AM] hheeehee she looksh crazi

goonette4everr [12:18AM] sush a mess!

ironskymaker [12:19AM] And how are you feeling now, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [12:21AM] alll edged out, reallly hazy

ironskymaker [12:22AM] Good goonette. Bedtime, then, and no touching until the morning.

goonette4everr [12:23AM] ohh fuck  yessir please tomorrow 

goonette4everr [12:23AM] i can’t wait

@goonedoutdropout

[sm64mario]

I'mma sitting in a zoom meeting at'a 10:58pm with'a the head of Game Freak, the head of'a The Pokémon Company, the head of'a The Pokémon Company International, Seventeen different'a stockholders from'a Nintendo, and Pikachu. There have been several instances of shouting. We're all just sitting here watching everything come out in'a real time, same as'a the rest of you.

[moopiter]

Rest Easy

It was supposed to be a nice night at home, curled up on the couch with the chilly fall wind blowing just outside the window. But instead of flying to your balcony and diving into your arms, Homelander slumps against your front door, powerless. Homelander X GN Reader 2.8K

Ao3

Little authors note: I'm having so much fun posting all my little snippets! I also finally have a use for the 1.4 TB of Homelander reaction images I have for no reason.

You casually pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket. 9:58pm. No new messages.

The chilly fall air ruffled your hair as you sunk farther into your coat.

He always let you know if he couldn’t make it, or if he’d be late. This... this wasn’t like him at all.

You sat out on the balcony waiting patiently, tapping the metal railing and humming songs to help yourself pass the time.

It’d been a little over six months since your little relationship with the strongest supe started.

Somehow, he’d picked you out of all the other nobodies at Vought. One little conversation between coworkers he’d eavesdropped on had been his own undoing. It was something along the lines of... “If we were together, I’d take care of him and give him forehead kisses" or something of the like.

It was so silly, it made you smile. You’d kept that promise.

But where was he? It was Saturday night, and he was supposed to be cuddled up on the couch with you watching scary movies. Cozy, warm, and safe.

Instead, you were freezing your ass off, worried to death.

Granted, you never really had to worry about him, but you still did.

There was the occasional bad day, when the world was too much for him, but he always came to you like a deranged moth to a flame. Those days when he couldn’t grit and bear it anymore, you’d remind him you were there and that he was never alone. Sometimes you got paranoid he’d have one of those episodes, the bad thoughts would win, and he’d cut you out of his life.

If you weren’t around, who’d take care of him?

From what he’d shared with you, nobody.

*Thump*

The sudden thud against your front door was loud enough for you to hear it from the balcony. Whatever it was made a horrific, slow metallic scarping noise as it slid down your door, and another thump as it hit the ground.

You walked through your apartment hesitantly. It almost sounded like a person.

A really heavy person, with—oh.

Oh no.

Homelander.

You practically ripped the front door open, caution thrown to the wind.

It was Homelander. Slumped over on the ground, barely propped up against the doorframe with his chest absolutely heaving. He looked up at you with uncharacteristic, pleading blue eyes. Thank God no one had been around to see or follow him up here.

Something was terribly wrong.

Once the initial moment of shock subsided, you hurriedly reached down to drag him in, hooking your arms underneath his.

It took a lot to pull him past the doorframe.

He was deadweight.

“Are you okay? What happened?” You practically wheezed, straining to hold him up and shut the door at the same time.

His brows were bunched together, and his face twisted in pain. He was pale, not to mention he felt like he was a thousand degrees. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

You hoisted him up just a little further with what little strength you had compared to him. Supporting him the best you could, he shakily found his footing again. “It’s alright. I’m gonna help you. Come on, you’ve just gotta make it to the couch.”

He whimpered as he stood, bearing almost all of his weight on you.

It was a battle getting him to the couch 10 feet away. You grimaced as you practically dragged him the last few steps. “Did you walk all the way here from the tower?”

He staggered, obviously unable to multitask between speaking and hobbling to the couch.

“I flew, but then I... I fell."

You laid him down on the couch about as gently as you could, finally getting a good first look at him.

His breathing was shallow and labored, his entire body shaking, and he was sweating.

Homelander never broke a sweat. Ever.

There was a helplessness in his eyes you’d never seen before. Dark circles underneath them like a deathly shadow. His entire expression was twisted in pain, as if each subtle movement was almost unbearable.

You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead gently, your face contorted in worry.

He leaned into your touch like it was a lifeline as your skin graced his brow.

The sun was probably colder.

He laughed between ragged breaths. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”  

But his lies didn’t soothe either of you.

You huffed as you sat down beside him, hands moving to the sides of his neck. “You’re not. We’re past that, okay?”

He closed his weary eyes, too weak to put up much of a fight.

“You’re sick. How did you get sick?” Your heart was pattering now, feeling his swollen lymph nodes under your fingers. You weren’t a supe expert, but supes didn’t get sick.

The couch creaked as he tossed his head back, letting out a pained whimper. “I don’t know... I...”

It hurt just watching him.

Your hands moved to his jaw again, holding his head to keep his eyes on you. “Did you eat something? Did someone-“

He tried to shake his head, gritting his teeth. “N-no. It was just a normal day. I started feeling dizzy a couple hours ago. I took off to fly here, and it hit me like a fucking train.”

“Okay. It’s okay. Shh.” You moved your hand to gently brush his damp hair back to keep him from getting too worked up. “It’s going to be okay. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to take care of you.”

You stood up to grab some supplies.

Homelander suddenly tried to sit up and grab your wrist, his fingers just barely ghosting over your skin. He was too weak to grab you, even if he wanted to.

“D-Don’t go.” He sniffled.

It made your heart throb.

You leaned back down, taking his hand in yours and grasping it gently as you rubbed your thumb across the back. A hand that was once unyielding and powerful was weak and fragile in your grasp. “I’ll be right back, it’s okay. Do you think medicine would help?”

“No medicine. Please.” He whined, laying the back of his hand across his forehead like a Victorian child dying of scarlet fever.

But for all you knew, maybe he was dying.

You gave his hand one last reassuring squeeze before leaving his side.

☆

You rung the washcloth out in the sink, the cold water dripping through your fingers and running down the drain.

Something terribly wrong, but you didn’t want to make him more nervous than he already was. You just couldn't shake the feeling no matter how heard you tried.

Grabbing what you could, you made your way back to the couch

Sitting back down at his side, you gently took his hand that covered his eyes. You eased it back down to his chest, replacing it with the cold washcloth. “Should we call someone back at Vought?”

“I don’t want them finding out about this. Do you have any idea what they’d do to me?” He grit his teeth as he clenched his clammy hands, chest heaving. “That’s why I came here... I just need a minute.”

You gently reach out to grasp his hand again to calm him down, and he whimpers as he presses the washcloth against his forehead with the other. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”

The glass of water you’d grabbed sloshes as you grab it from the table with your free hand. “Here. Drink. You need water.”

Gingerly, you hold it up to his lips.

He lets out a pathetic noise of protest, trying to take the glass from you and save what tiny bit of his dignity he has left, but that was gone the second he hit the floor in the hallway. His fingers wrap around yours holding the glass, tipping it ever so slightly as it meets his lips.

It’s like his neck won't even bend.

You look over him while he makes pained noises trying to scarf the stuff down, trying not to notice the glass fogging just from how hot his breath and skin is.

There’s a heat rash creeping up from underneath his collar.

You dip your fingers under the red and gold leather to pull it down and get a better look at the red splotches. They only seem to get worse under his suit. “Does this hurt?”

“Everything hurts… My whole body hurts.” He groaned, the words so unfamiliar.

Your hand gripped around his a little tighter out of instinct.

“I think you should rest; you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

He nodded weakly, pulling the washcloth over his eyes. “Will you stay with me?”

“Of course silly.” You answered in a heartbeat, moving to lay your body next to his. “I’m right here.”

Homelander let out a painful noise as he pushed himself onto his side to lay his head against your chest.

Laying your arms across his shoulders, you tangled your hands in his damp hair, pressing your lips to his forehead, trying your best to be reassuring.

“Rest easy, sweetheart.”

He was out almost instantly, his labored breathing the only noise in the room.

You held him tightly with one arm as you grabbed your phone from the side table behind you, never letting him go. Usually, he would’ve put up some fuss, but all he did was make a tiny, painful noise from having to shift the slightest.

Mindlessly scrolling wasn’t helping.

You set your phone down and held onto him tighter, listening to every raggedy breath.

Much to your horror, his body shook as he coughed.

You rubbed his back, unable to hide the concern on your face as you looked down at him hesitantly. “You alright?”

He groaned as he lifted his head, the slightest tinge of red on his lips.

Blood.

You shakily brought your hands to his jaw, scooting yourself backwards to get a better look at him.

His half-lidded eyes followed yours, obviously he was too out of it to taste the metallic tinge.

“I’m fine.” He slurred.

You gently rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs soothingly. “You can stop trying to tell yourself that. I’m here to take care of you, not hurt you. You’re not fine.”

He whimpered and huffed, drawing in a deep breath as he put the words together. “I’m not sure what death feels like, but I bet it feels better than this. My lungs burn.”

He tried to smirk and laugh sarcastically, but it gave way to another coughing fit.

Now it’s your turn to try and lie to yourself.

Your voice dips low, sweet and soothing as you press another kiss to his forehead. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re just sick. It’ll… pass.”

His expression twisted as he swallowed hard, bringing a weak hand to his lips.

He ran his thumb against the corner of his mouth, pulling it back and staring at the diluted red liquid filling the ridges of his fingerprint.

Your hands moved to gently guide his hand back down, his terrified, shaky eyes meeting yours.

“Are you sure you don’t want to call Vought?”

Homelander’s labored breathing picked up, fear gripping his heart. “N-no. They… I want to stay here with you. Please.” He whimpered as he laid back down, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck to try and stop his head from spinning. “I-I’m scared. They'll.... they'll want to do bad things, worse things.”

Painful memories flood your consciousness. He’s obviously not in his usual state of mind.

“It’s gonna be okay. Just rest. I’ll protect you.”

 His overheating body and sweat were anything but comfortable, but you held him tighter against you than you ever had, hoping and praying he wouldn’t die in your arms tonight.

The night passed in bits and pieces.

Every time he stirred, you woke up from your light slumber to hold him closer or rub soothing circles into his back. Hushing his pained whimpers. He’d had a couple fever dreams, mumbling and crying against you, but never opening his eyes.

You kissed the top of his head and held him tighter, wishing you could do more.

It was more and more reassuring every hour that passed, but all you could do was hold on and wait.

☆

His whining was what woke you up first, then the lack of heat and pressure on top of you.

Your eyes fluttered open to Homelander groaning as he tried to prop himself up above your body, his arms framing you. The longer hair on top of his head fell down in front of his face, his brows furrowed in pain as his chest heaved.

You gently moved your hands to his shoulders to support him as you scooted out from underneath him, blinking yourself awake.

“Hey, take it easy.”

You eased him to the side to shift some of his weight off you, and onto the couch instead.

Gently, you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead despite the tiniest bits of protest—warm but not hot. Moving both hands to just under his jaw, you moved his collar to the side; the rash was getting better.

He made little noises of defiance as you felt around his neck. His lymph nodes weren’t as swollen, but still tender. He let you move his neck around just a bit more, almost like a wounded bird.

You breathed a sigh of relief, reaching to brush back the strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “Are you feeling better, sweetheart?”

His eyes were still half-lidded and groggy as he looked into yours, but they followed you a lot better as you gently touched him. Less disoriented.

Red eyes flashed momentarily but fizzled out.

He blinked and knitted his brows together, huffing as his head fell forward. “Getting there.”

“Aw. It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay. You’re doing a lot better.” You smiled sweetly, stroking his cheek. “You had me worried.”

Last night wasn’t worrying, it was absolutely terrifying.

He leaned into your touch and sighed. “I don’t feel as bad. I don’t know what happened.”

“Well, all that matters is you’re not a sickly little potato sack coughing up blood anymore.” You laughed, pulling him into a hug. “I thought you were going to die on me.”

“I’m Homelander, I don’t just die- especially not from whatever the fuck that was.” You could feel him scowling against your shoulder, the littlest it of bite back in his voice.

You half pulled away from him, half pushed him back as your hands gripped his shoulders and held him in front of you like a puppy. “Aw! You’re doing so much better!”

Homelander winced from the sudden movement, clenching his jaw and screwing his eyes shut.

Okay, maybe not all the way better.

“I’m gonna get you more water. You stay here.” You gave his shoulders a little reassuring squeeze as you went to stand, but his needy hands followed you as he moved to get up too.

You giggled. “Are you coming with me?”

He mumbled as he put his arms around your shoulders and leaned his weight against you again.

You sighed with a smile, turning to let him lean against your back with his arms over your shoulders as you stood and walked to the kitchen. “Okay, okay.”

He made little needy, grumpy noises as he held on tighter, his feet just barely floating off the ground as you trudged forward. “When I figure out whoever the fuck is responsible for this-“

“Do you need soup too? Are you hungry?” You smiled, cutting him off.

Another thought suddenly dawned in his mind.

He could have even more of your attention if he was sick. Finally experience was it was like to be looked after and taken care of. He was blowing one of the best opportunities he’d ever been handed.

He shut his mouth and nodded fervently against your shoulder, putting more and more of his weight on you before giving in to a fake coughing fit.

"I just… Oh I feel awful again… I’m… oh no..”

You laughed, of course he would do that.

He’d have every bit of your undivided care and attention, at least until you were sure he was 100% better.

You weren’t sure what happened, but you were sure you wouldn’t stop taking care of him until he was content.

A sweet smile spread across your face as you carried him with newfound determination.

“Poor thing. I’ll make you soup.”

☆

Ty for reading! I like to think somewhere in the countryside Butcher is bashing his rotting head against the steering wheel of his Cadillac for the duration of this fic. Imagine going through all the effort to infect Homelander without him noticing and he just coughs up the tiniest bit of blood and basically gets mono.

Homelander was also originally supposed to just straight up die, but I couldn't bear to write it. I'm what they call diabolical (ba dum tss) but i hold back for all the real homie lovers.

[skzdust]

Bloody First Kisses

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

I've been meaning to write Changbin smut for the LONGEST time and I finally did it hehehe. And vampire smut too! The best kind of smut!

Summary: Vampire!Changbin knows he can come to you when he goes into heat every month, and both of you are staring to catch feelings.

Pairing: Sub!Vampire!Changbin x dom!reader

Includes: vampire bites, unprotected vaginal sex (USE CONDOMS!!), riding, pegging, "needy", "slut", first kisses, smut with feelings, but mostly smut

Word Count: 1.8k

Taglist: @weirdowithaphone @caught-in-the-afterglow @palindrome969 @skzstan12345 @katsukis1wife @hyunjinsjeans @somethingkindazainy @silverstarburst

AU: Vampire

Network: @mirohs-aurora-society

Comments, reblogs, likes appreciated!!

Masterlist

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Your text conversations with Changbin were sparse. But at least they were consistent.

10:12pm, June 21

Changbin 🧛‍♂️: hey… so You: Hm? Changbin🧛‍♂️: you know why I’m texting you You: What? Changbin🧛‍♂️: c’mon You: You’re perfectly aware of what you’ve gotta say if you’re pulling up to me with a ‘hey… so’ Changbin🧛‍♂️: you’re gonna make me say it aren’t you You: Yeah I am lol Changbin🧛‍♂️: i’m just gonna come over Changbin🧛‍♂️: and we can talk then You: Oh didn’t I tell you? I moved Changbin🧛‍♂️: you didn’t actually did you? You: No Changbin. Changbin🧛‍♂️: ok then i’m omw Changbin🧛‍♂️: here

12:32am, July 19

Changbin🧛‍♂️: heyyy You: Damn, a whole month, and you didn’t even so much as text You: Not even a ‘made it home safe, y/n!’ after last time You: You’re gonna break my heart You: 😢 Changbin🧛‍♂️: wasn’t aware we were at the stage where you were looking for a ‘made it home safe, y/n!’ text Changbin🧛‍♂️: lmao You: Just come over Changbin🧛‍♂️: 🫡🫡 Changbin🧛‍♂️: here

3:34pm, July 19

Changbin🧛‍♂️: made it home safe, y/n! You: Good boy! Changbin🧛‍♂️: don’t condescend to me You: Aww but you liked it so much last night Changbin🧛‍♂️: … Changbin🧛‍♂️: no comment You: Yeah I’m sure you’ll have no comment in a month, too Changbin🧛‍♂️: NO COMMENT.

This time was a bit irregular, though.

10:58pm, August 20

Changbin🧛‍♂️: you up? You: Yeah lol Changbin🧛‍♂️: can i come over You: Yeah lol? You: All good? Changbin🧛‍♂️: i have a comment now

You’d barely looked at the text when there was a knock at your door. You hummed as you stood up. He was standing there, staring into the peephole of the door with bright red eyes.

You unlocked the door and swung it open.

He stood there, his eyelids heavy, his mouth half-open, his fangs peeking out from behind his lip. “Please let me in.” He practically whined.

You caressed his cheek, and his whine grew more desperate.

“Come inside, baby.”

He stepped into your apartment, and you locked the door behind him.

“Needy little vampire.” You whispered, brushing a piece of hair back from his face.

He didn’t need air, but a breath caught in his open mouth anyway, His eyes, still so red, gazed up into yours.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

“Bedroom.” You patted his face. “Clothes off.”

He shut his mouth, his eyes still impossibly wide. “Can I—”

“I’ll think about it.” You raised your eyebrows. “I told you bedroom, and I told you clothes off.”

He nodded, obediently taking his shirt off as he walked towards the bedroom, exposing his muscled back and quite frankly unfairly big arms. You hummed in appreciation.

He lay facedown on the bed and wiggled off his pants, pushing his ass in the air.

“Fuck, baby, so good for me, such a little slut.” You crooned, reaching for your strap on in the drawer.

He looked over his shoulder. “Are you—” He cut himself off with a whimper.

“Aww.” You said as you tighten the straps around your waist. “Stopping yourself, such a good boy.” You could’ve punished him for his slip up, but it’s so much fun to reward him, to fuck him senseless and then ride him till he’s begging to bite you.

He swallowed audibly, and you knew his fangs were out. He was turned on, he was painfully turned on, and he wanted not only to cum but to drink.

You were gonna let him, but not before some fun.

You reached for your lube, dripping some directly over his hole. You carefully slid one finger in. He clenched around you, whining.

“Does my slut like that?”

“Mhm.” He managed to get out.

You moved your finger a bit before removing it and going back with two. “You’re just sucking me in, aren’t you, baby?”

You added a third finger, and Changbin starts practically shaking, his arms strong enough to hold him but the sensation so powerful it overrode all that.

Changbin was submissive, but you’d never guess it from how he looked. He was big, strong; he looked every bit someone who’d manhandle you in bed, throw you around and fuck you. A vampire who’d bite you with a hard control.

But since that first time Changbin had asked you to fuck him, you hadn’t been able to see him as anything other than a needy mess. And he bit you with the desperation and fervor of a disciple worshipping their god.

You loved fucking him.

You didn’t love him. You just fucked him through his heats, let him bite you. That’s as far as it went.

Never mind that you’d begun hanging out with your mutual friends more just to see him. Or that you’d showed up at his place one night drunk out of your mind to fall asleep on his couch, because you felt safe there. Or that he’d showed up at your place drunk out of his mind to sleep on your couch because his friends had ditched him and your address was the only one he could remember.

You loved fucking him. You didn’t love him.

A confused, pathetic moan interrupted your thoughts. He was looking over his shoulder, whining as your fingers idly circled his rim.

“Oh.” You simpered. “You want me to fuck you.”

“Yeah.” He whined.

“Can’t just leave my little vampire needy like this.” You lubed up your strap, holding it to his hole. “Can I?”

You slowly began to push into him, stopping after a few seconds to let him adjust. “Should I stop here?”

“No, no!” He cried, pushing his face into the pillow, trying to quiet himself.

“Aww, don’t muffle yourself, baby. I want to hear you.” You pushed another inch inside him, wrenching a noise out of his throat.

“Okay.” He whispered.

“That’s a good boy.” You thrust the entire remaining length deep inside him, and he groaned, his back arching as he pushed up onto you.

“Fuck, fuck… fuck.” He panted as you readjusted.

You waited.

He whined. “Can you…”

“Can I…” You mocked, jerking your hips just a bit. “Use your words.”

“Can you fuck me?”

“You’re gonna have to ask prettier than that, baby. I know you can do it.”

“Please?” He said breathily.

You moved your hips a little. “More.”

“Please. Please, please fuck me.” He pushed his hips back, trying to get deeper on your cock. “Please, need it, need— ngh!”

You began to fuck him hard and fast, pushing your hips into his at a few different angles before a strangled cry informed you you’d hit what you were looking for.

You throbbed as you fucked him, the stimulation on your clit and pussy turning you on, but not as much as the sounds you got out of Changbin.

He was perfect, your perfect good boy.

Your hand found his back, tacky from sweat, and pushed it into the sheets. He moaned, arching even further into you.

“Fuck, good boy, good boy.” You pulled out of his ass, ignoring the wiggle of his hips as he chased you, and took off the strap-on. You rolled him onto his back and pushed it back inside him, not even bothering to detach the straps.

He moaned obscenely. “Need you to— need you on my— need your—”

“So fucking needy.” You groaned as you positioned yourself over his cock. “You’re gonna stay there, stuffed full, while I ride you, and then you’re gonna bite me.”

His pupils were huge in his red irises as he nodded. “Yes, yes, yes, please.”

You sank down on his cock, letting out a small noise of pleasure. He really did have a nice cock.

And a nice face, and a nice personality…

You were not catching feelings for him. No fucking way.

You started bouncing up and down on his cock, ignoring both the dull ache in your legs and your racing thoughts.

It didn’t take long for that strategy to work. You were the dominant in this situation, and both of you knew that, but you began to beg. “Changbin, God, need to cum on your cock.”

“Please cum.” His hands found your hips, gently holding them. “Please cum, I wanna cum, too, in you, while I bite you, while I drink—”

You leaned over him, tilting your head to expose your neck, your artery, your rushing pulse.

“Bite me when I cum.”

“Yes.” He whispered.

You rode him a little harder, watching his abs tighten as both of you came closer to your release.

“Changbin… now, bite me now!” You moaned, your hole clenching around him as you came.

His fangs dug into your neck, and you moaned even louder, rode him even harder, your eyes fluttering shut as your hands searched for anything to hold onto, settling on Changbin’s huge arms.

It hurt, but it felt so good, so intimate, so close, the two of you joined in multiple ways.

He came, too, his warmth filling you up, his jaw closing harder on your neck, pushing his fangs still deeper, drinking still harder.

You gave yourself completely over to him, moaning as he drank his fill from your neck. You felt lightheaded, and you couldn’t tell if it was from your release or the blood loss. Probably a bit of both.

He carefully pulled away from your neck, the motion jostling his cock inside you. One of his thumbs brushed over the twin holes he’d made on your neck, and he leaned forward again to lick a thick stripe over them.

You could get used to the feeling of his tongue, you thought.

You leaned in to kiss him.

That wasn’t something you’d done before. In all your hooking up, you’d never kissed Changbin.

But here he was, full up with a strap on, you wrapped around his cock, his mouth full of your blood, kissing you.

Kissing you.

This was a bad, bad idea. You shouldn’t fall for one of your friends, much less if he’s a vampire. Much less when you’ve been hooking up with him through his heats for the past few months.

But for as wrong as it was, his lips felt so good.

You pulled away. “Can we try this?”

Changbin blinked, his eyes gone more brown now. “Hm?”

“Can we try, uh, us. Can we go on a date or something?”

He blushed, your blood filling his cheeks. Somehow, knowing that made it more attractive. “Yeah, I’d really like that, y/n.”

You gave a small laugh. “Good… are you still….”

He nodded, looking away. “As you, um, as you know, the heats last… some time.”

“I do.” You kissed him again, hard. “And I’m always happy to help, no matter how long that may be.”