#I don't know how I feel about jumping in a tub full of them

[teaboot]

I've received asks on the topic a few times so I think I'd like to address the subject as clearly as I can

Okay, so like. You're on vacation, right? And you decide you want to go swimming. And you could go to a pool, or a lake, or the ocean, or the river. Wherever you want. And you see on the map that there's this one place called The Alligator Hole.

So you go there, and there's a sign on the shore that says "WARNING: ALLIGATORS", right? And you decide to go in. And when you get there, there's alligators. So you get out!

But then you go back in, with a stick, and you start hitting the alligators.

Because you don't want alligators where you're swimming!

And the impulse is understandable, because lots of people don't like swimming with alligators. Alligators are scary. Being in the water with alligators can be very stressful and damaging for people who aren't prepared to deal with alligators.

But at the same time, you must understand- there will probably always *be* alligators. Hitting a few with a stick probably won't eradicate them from the planet. There are SO MANY alligators! All over the world! And the vast majority of them will never ever hurt any swimmers!

And at the end of the day, nobody pushed you into The Alligator Hole, right? You saw a place literally called The Alligator Hole and decided that you wanted to go in there, and then you made life miserable for all the alligators.

Sure, there are places you like to swim where alligators probably shouldn't be- like suddenly, in your bathtub, uninvited and unwelcome, in the middle of the night- but alligators have to go *somewhere*, you know?

So if there are going to be alligators, no matter what, and we don't want to be surprised by them, then isn't it nice that we have places like The Alligator Hole

[en-dazedafterdark]

PAIRINGS: established relationship!jake x reader

GENRE: smut, fluff?

SYNOPSIS: In which you help your boyfriend relieve his stress after his schedule

WARNINGS: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), bath tub sex, shower sex, mentions of multiple rounds, oral sex (f receiving), handjob, creampie

WORD COUNT: 4k

A/N: wish this was me </3

The interviewer was asking him a question - something about how preparations for their world tour are going - and he nodded, smiling as if he was paying attention to her. He was answering the questions she was asking, but that was all; his mind wasn't on the interview. The last few weeks of preparation for this tour had been stressful and he'd had a hell of a time keeping up his happy, energetic, cheerful persona.

The only thing on his mind at the moment was going back home to his gorgeous girlfriend. His schedule had kept them apart for way too long and it was all he could do to not just run from the interview, jump in a car, and get the hell home so he could be with her.

"So, Jake," the interviewer asked. "Is there anything you would like to say before we go?"

Jake looked up. They were done? Finally. It had felt like forever, and now he could finally get some rest. "Uh," he said. "Yeah. I guess. Um, I wanna thank everyone who has supported us. And to all our fans, I'm looking forward to seeing you all again."

And to his girlfriend, he thought. I'm gonna give you the best fucking night of your life.

The interviewer smiled and gave the closing remarks, and the cameras were turned off.

The time passed by in a blur, he was so desperate to get home that even his group mates could sense his energy.

"Dude, chill," said Jay. "You're acting like you haven't seen her in years."

"It feels like it," Jake muttered.

"Oh, leave him alone, guys," said Sunghoon. "I'd act the same if my girl was waiting at home."

Jake gave his friend a grateful smile, and they both laughed as Jay and Heeseung made exaggerated gagging sounds.

Mercifully, there was little to no traffic, and they were back home within the hour.

"I'm gonna go see my girlfriend," Jake announced, ignoring his groupmates' good-natured teasing.

"Don't you want to eat first?" Jay asked, opening the fridge and poking around inside.

"I'll order in. See you guys tomorrow," Jake called, already heading towards the door.

The apartment complex wasn't far from the company building, and soon Jake was pushing open the door and stepping into his shared home.

He was met with an immediate wave of exhaustion, and he sighed heavily. It had been a long day.

"Y/N?" he called. There was no answer, but the door to their bedroom was closed.

Jake walked over to the door and opened it, smiling softly. You were sleeping, curled up on top of the sheets, the light from the lamp on the bedside table illuminating your soft skin.

"Jake..." you murmured, not even opening your eyes.

Jake couldn't help the smile that came over his face. "How'd you know I was here?"

"I'd know your footsteps anywhere," you replied sleepily.

Jake laughed. "Of course you would.”

You sat up and stretched, blinking owlishly as your eyes adjusted to the light. "Hey, babe. Did everything go well today?"

"Mmhmm," Jake hummed, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. "How was your day?"

"Uneventful. But it's better now."

"Mm, I'll bet," Jake teased, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “I had a long day and I still need to wash up and eat something. Would you like to join me, or are you too tired?"

"I'm never too tired for you," you replied. "Let me go run you a bath."

Jake let out a contented sigh, watching as you slipped off his lap and padded into the bathroom, the door shutting softly behind you.

Jake was exhausted, but he was also incredibly stressed. His schedule had been packed full the past week, and he'd barely had time to sleep. He'd been trying to be strong and keep up his cheery demeanor, but it was wearing him down, and he was getting more and more frustrated and tired as the days went by.

And you could tell.

You knew Jake better than anyone, and you could see the strain in his shoulders, the tightness in his voice. You could see how hard he was working, and you wanted to make sure he knew how much you appreciated it.

You turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, waiting until the bath was filled with steaming hot water before adding a generous amount of the lavender-scented bubble bath. The scent filled the air and you breathed deeply, inhaling the calming aroma.

The water was just right, and you shut it off, smiling. You turned around, planning to call for Jake, only to see him standing in the doorway, a towel around his waist and his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.

"Babe?" you said, concerned.

Jake opened his eyes, looking over at you. "Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Just spacing out a little."

You nodded, giving him a small smile. "Your bath is ready. Come on, get in."

Jake followed your instructions, sighing as he sank into the water. He was tired, but he wasn't relaxed yet.

"Are you alright?" you asked, kneeling beside the tub and stroking his hair.

"Yeah," Jake mumbled, closing his eyes again. "Just tired."

"I know," you whispered, gently cupping his face in your hand. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Jake said, leaning into your touch.

"Still," you said. "You've been working so hard. And you're so stressed."

"I'm alright," Jake insisted, smiling at you. "Don't worry."

You weren't convinced, and you knew that if you didn't help him relax, he'd never be able to get a good night's sleep.

You leaned in and kissed him gently, your hands resting on his chest. He responded immediately, kissing you back and pulling you closer.

You smiled against his lips, feeling the tension melt away from him as he wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss.

"Mmm," he murmured, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours. "Join me.”

"Hmm?"

"Join me," he repeated, smiling.

You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Please. I wanna hold you."

You couldn't say no to that.

You stood up, and Jake's eyes followed your movements as you stripped off your clothes. His gaze was hungry, and you felt a tingle run down your spine as you slipped out of your pants and panties. You felt a bit shy as you removed the last piece of your clothing, his eyes washing over every bit of your exposed skin.

"Come here," he murmured, and you stepped into the tub.

The water was hot, and the bubbles were thick, covering your body as you settled into his lap. Jake's hands ran down your back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You sighed, and he smiled.

"That feel good, baby?" he murmured, kissing the side of your neck.

"Yeah," you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access.

His hands continued to explore your body, his fingers skimming over your breasts and down your sides. His touch was light, and you squirmed, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Jake murmured, his voice husky.

"Shut up," you mumbled, blushing.

"I mean it," he insisted. "I've never seen a more gorgeous woman."

"Stop it," you whined, embarrassed.

"Never," Jake whispered, his voice low and gravelly. "Not when you're like this."

He leaned in and kissed you, his hands squeezing your ass. You gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

The feeling of his body against yours, his hands on your skin, his tongue in your mouth, his fingers squeezing your ass - it was too much. You felt your arousal pooling between your legs, and you pressed yourself against him, desperate for friction.

“Jakey… let me wash you off."

Jake groaned. "You're killing me, baby."

"Please," you said, kissing his jaw. "You've had a long day."

"Fine," Jake relented, his eyes dark with desire. He turned around, somewhat awkwardly in the small bath tub.

You picked up the bar of soap, lathering it up and running your hands over his back, massaging his sore muscles. He moaned, the sound sending another shiver of desire through you.

"Oh, fuck," he murmured. "That feels so good."

You continued to massage his back, taking your time and making sure you got every part of him. When you were satisfied, you moved onto his chest, and then his stomach, working your way down his body.

His erection was standing tall and proud, and you couldn't resist.

You reached out, taking him in your hand and stroking him gently.

Jake let out a gasp. "Oh, fuck, Y/N..."

"Shh," you murmured, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder. "Just relax."

You stroked him slowly, your grip firm. He moaned, his hips thrusting forward into your hand.

"That's it," you whispered. "Just let go."

"I...I can't," he panted, his hips moving in time with your movements.

"Yes, you can," you cooed, speeding up your pace.

He was so close, and you could tell he was on the edge. You kept stroking him, and he threw his head back, a groan escaping his lips as he came, his seed splashing into the water.

You held him in your hand, feeling him pulse. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, and you could feel him trembling.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

You smiled, letting go of his softening member and wrapping your arms around him.

"You okay, baby?" you whispered, nuzzling his neck.

"More than okay," he murmured. "Thank you, Y/N."

"You're welcome," you replied, kissing his temple.

He stayed like that for a few moments, his breath tickling your skin, his body relaxed against yours. Finally, he sat up, looking at you.

"Now it's your turn," he said, his eyes full of mischief.

You giggled. "Jake, I'm fine."

"No, no," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I insist. Let me take care of you."

He took the soap, lathering it up in his hands and then placing them on your breasts, massaging the suds into your skin. You gasped, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure through you.

He took his time, massaging your breasts and teasing your nipples. His touch was gentle but insistent, and you could feel your arousal growing.

"Jake..." you murmured, closing your eyes and enjoying his ministrations.

"Feel good?" he whispered, his voice husky.

"Mmm," was all you could manage.

His hands traveled down your body, caressing your skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He slipped one hand between your legs, his fingers brushing against your folds.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily.

"That's it," he murmured, his fingers moving against you, circling your clit. Your chest was heaving and if it had been any other time you would’ve been embarrassed at the way your hips were desperately moving against his hand, but at this point all you could think about was him.

"Fuck, Jake, please," you whimpered, your body aching for him. You felt warm all over, heat rising from your legs and spreading to the rest of your body.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he purred, his fingers teasing your entrance.

"I need you," you moaned, unable to contain yourself any longer. "Please, Jake, I need you inside me."

Jake groaned at the sound of you whining his name, and his hands stilled. You opened your eyes, and he was staring at you, his eyes dark with lust.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered, and you felt a wave of heat wash over you.

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading, and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and dominating, and you couldn't help but moan.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, needing him. He broke the kiss, his breath hot on your lips, and looked down at you, his gaze full of hunger and desire.

“Come closer baby. Straddle me," he growled, his voice low and gravelly.

You did as he said, straddling his hips and positioning yourself above him.

He reached down, his hands gripping your ass, and pulled you down, sheathing himself inside of you.

You cried out, the sudden sensation of him filling you sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. He groaned, his grip on you tightening as he began to move his hips, fucking you slowly.

You were a whimpering mess, the feeling of him inside you, filling you completely, driving you insane. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, as you tried to keep up with his pace.

“Jake Jake Jake Jake..." you moaned, the sound of his name on your lips a symphony to his ears.

He was relentless, his movements fast and powerful, his hips thrusting upward as he fucked you hard and deep. His mind had gone blank as soon as he had felt your walls grip his cock, the only thing on his mind was making you fall apart.

"Look at me, baby," he murmured, and you looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of hunger and passion, and you felt your orgasm approaching, the intensity of his gaze sending you over the edge.

"Fuck," he gasped, feeling you clench around him.

He continued to thrust into you, his pace unrelenting. You were barely coherent, the sensations too much for you to handle. Your legs were shaking, your toes curled, and you were moaning his name.

"Jake, fuck, Jake..."

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening. “Come around my cock."

You did as he said, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast. Your body trembled and shook, waves of pleasure washing over you.

He continued to fuck you, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into your skin, and you felt him stiffen, his release coming seconds after yours.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he muttered, his cock twitching inside of you.

The two of you were still for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before Jake pulled out of you, his softening member sliding from inside you.

"Are you alright, babe?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah," you breathed, your body still tingling.

He smiled, the expression on his face almost boyish. "Good. You're incredible, you know that?"

"You're not so bad yourself," you teased, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too," you whispered, cuddling against him.

You stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. Finally, Jake spoke up.

"We should get out. We're going to prune. And we should probably wash up some more. We’re sitting in cum water now.”

“Gross! I don't wanna get up," you whined, snuggling closer to him.

"Come on, baby," he said, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Let's get out and shower. And then we can cuddle in bed."

"Fine," you sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him.

You stood up, the water cascading down your body, and stepped out of the tub. Jake followed suit, and you watched as the water dripped off of his chiseled body.

"What are you looking at?" he teased, noticing the way you were ogling him.

"Nothing," you said, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

He grinned, stepping closer and kissing your cheek. "Don't worry, I'll let you stare all you want later. Right now, we need to wash up."

"Okay," you mumbled, feeling silly.

Jake turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before ushering you in. You sighed, the hot water hitting your skin and relaxing your muscles.

"Feel good?" he asked, his hands resting on your hips.

"Yeah," you murmured, leaning back against him.

He smiled, and reached for the body wash, squirting some into his hands and beginning to massage it into your skin.

"Hmmm," you hummed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you.

"Like that, huh?" he whispered, his voice low.

"Yeah," you replied, the sensation of his hands on your body making you shiver.

His hands slid from your shoulder to your back, slowly reaching to the front and cupping your breasts.

"Mmmm," you moaned, closing your eyes and letting him work his magic.

"Feels good?" he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.

"So good," you breathed, your body beginning to heat up again. “I don’t think you want to just shower right now.”

"No," he whispered, his hands moving lower, ghosting over your belly. "I want to fuck you again. Right here. In the shower."

You moaned, the thought of his hands on you, his cock inside of you, his mouth on your skin making your head spin.

“Can I taste you baby?”

His voice was thick with desire, and you could feel the tension between you.

You nodded, your words failing you, and he wasted no time. He pushed you up against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touched. You couldn't get enough of him, the feeling of his skin against yours intoxicating.

He kissed his way down your body, his lips ghosting over your sensitive nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through you. His hands cupped your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them.

"Oh, god," you moaned, the sensation making your head spin.

"Like that, baby?" he murmured, his mouth trailing lower, leaving a path of kisses down your stomach.

"Yes," you breathed, your head falling back as his hands traveled lower, his fingers teasing your folds.

"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice husky. "So ready for me."

"Please," you begged, desperate for him to touch you, to fuck you, to make you come.

"Patience, baby," he purred, his fingers continuing to tease you, sending waves of pleasure through you.

You were a whimpering mess, the anticipation nearly unbearable. His mouth found your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"Jake, please," you moaned, your body trembling with need.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he said, his tongue darting out to lick a trail up your thigh.

"I want you to eat me out," you breathed, the words leaving your lips in a rush. "I want your tongue inside me."

"As you wish, princess," he murmured, his voice low and sexy.

His mouth found your pussy immediately, his tongue lapping at your folds. The sensation was intense, and you cried out, the feeling of his tongue against your sensitive flesh almost too much.

He explored your most intimate parts, his tongue dancing over your clit and making you see stars. You were a writhing mess, the feeling of his mouth on you pushing you to the edge.

"Jake, fuck, Jake..." you moaned, your hands desperately trying to grasp at the wet tile behind you.

He increased the pressure, his tongue circling your clit and his fingers teasing your entrance.

You were lost in the pleasure, your body overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Please," you begged, your body aching for release. "Please, Jake."

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. He gave your clit a hard flick with his tongue, sending you hurtling over the edge. You came hard, your body convulsing, the pleasure overwhelming you.

"Oh, god," you whimpered, your body trembling as the aftershocks rippled through you.

But Jake didn’t stop. His tongue continued to lap at you, his fingers pushing into you, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you. You were barely able to stand, your legs shaking and threatening to give out.

"Jake, please, I can't take it," you panted, your voice barely a whisper.

"One more," he demanded, his tone commanding. "You can do it baby. Give me one more."

You couldn't deny him, and you knew your body was already responding, the pleasure building again. His mouth worked its magic, his tongue finding all the right spots, his fingers curling inside of you. You were helpless against the onslaught, and before long, you were coming again, the intensity taking your breath away.

"Fuck," you cried, your body shuddering as you came.

He slowed his movements, his tongue languidly licking you, easing you down from your high. When you finally caught your breath, he looked up at you, his face glistening with your arousal.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice rough and husky. You could barely hold yourself up, but you managed a nod.

"Good," he purred, getting to his feet. He kissed you, his tongue parting your lips, tasting you. You moaned, the taste of yourself on his tongue turning you on.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he groaned, his erection pressing against your leg.

"I want you," you breathed, your voice trembling.

"Then have me," he murmured, his hands cupping your ass and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock brushing against your entrance.

He pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours. He entered you in one swift motion, the feeling of him stretching you making you gasp.

"Fuck," he moaned, his hips thrusting into you, burying himself deep inside of you. “Pussy so good, you were made for me weren’t you? So perfect. All mine."

"Yes," you cried, the sensation of him filling you driving you wild. "All yours."

"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hips pounding into you. You clung to him, your nails raking down his back, urging him on.

He was relentless, his hips pistoning into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You were lost in the pleasure, your mind foggy, only the sensation of his body against yours and his cock inside of you registering.

You were moaning incoherently, the feeling of him fucking you taking over. He buried his face in your neck, his lips and teeth teasing your skin. You were on the edge, the pleasure building, the pressure increasing.

"I'm close," you whimpered, the words leaving your lips involuntarily.

"Me, too," he grunted, his hips slamming into you, his pace quickening.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt him stiffen, his cock twitching inside of you as he came.

You were right behind him, the sensation of him coming inside of you sending you over the edge.

You came together, your bodies shuddering, the pleasure taking over. You were a panting, moaning, trembling mess, and the world faded away, the only thing that existed was the two of you and the intense pleasure.

"Holy shit," you finally breathed, when you had finally come down from your high.

"Yeah," Jake murmured, his breath warm against your neck.

You leaned against him, your body still shaking, unable to move.

He held you for a few moments, before carefully setting you down. Your legs were weak, but you managed to stand.

"I think we need another shower," he chuckled, gesturing to the mess the two of you had made.

"I don't think I can handle another round," you said, the thought of him fucking you again making your legs weak.

“Oh we’re not done, baby. I want you in my bed. All night long. But first, we have to actually shower. Then maybe dinner and drinks. And then more fun. You game?"

You nodded, the thought of spending the night with him making you giddy.

"Good. Now let's wash up and get out of here. I'm starving." And a loud grumble echoed throughout the bathroom, which could only be Jake's stomach.

You laughed, and pulled him in for a kiss. "Sounds like a plan."

"Perfect. Because there's so much more I want to do to you," he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Then let's get started," you whispered, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

It would take an hour and three more orgasms for the two of you to leave the bathroom. And that was only the beginning.

[urlocaldesertdweller]

Beach Episode (Venture X GN! Reader)

went to the beach, brain cooking up ideas yknow how it is. (im coming for Space Ranger after that nasty kick)

Slight suggestive, kissin',

Planning for the trip at the beach is something more of your kind of thing meanwhile Sloan packs and carries mostly everything into your vehicle of choice as well as unloading everything while looking for a spot. You'd of course appreciate the effort but you worry for their arms considering they always hold that heavy-duty drill of their nearly every hour of work...but also you can't help but take a peak of their flexing muscles withholding all of the weight not to mention how good they look in their swim shorts and skin tight top.

"...Me? Nah i'm okay baby! I promise everything you see is lighter than anything I'd have to move back at work."

Sloan would try their hardest not to immediately run into the crashing waves after finding the perfect spot. But they huff before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek with a small jump of excitement as they drop the cooler into the golden sand as you smooth out the chosen sheet, kicking both your shoes and letting your feet rest into the sand with a sigh. Until the sun's heat radiating off the sand makes you hop on top of the sheet and finally take out the umbrella making it dig into the sand with ease.

After taking in the beautiful sight of the beach you turn to Sloan noticing their grin which quickly fades away as you pull out the sunblock. It's not that Sloan hates sunblock nor wants to get any sunburnt, they just REALLY want to get into the waves as soon as possible.

"I don't want you to get sunburnt then have you complained about being sunburnt and needing aloe!"

"Alright alright! I hear ya. And..."

They draw off averting their eyes. You know that look, they want something...

"What.? Sloan...if it's about me coming in with you I will soon okay.?"

They perk up with their iconic smile pulling you into a tight hug under the cool shade and giving you a small shake when they pull away offering their hand out allowing you to put a dollop of sunscreen on their hand to which they quickly get to work with their arms and face letting you cover their back. You don't know it but they of course smile with feeling your hands message and smooth out the sunscreen into all of their poking muscles and exposed skin, they can't help but tease when you pull back their top just to be extra safe from the ever-burning sun.

"Oh.? Not here baby there's family here..."

"Shut up I just don't want my partner to cry and whine when they get beaten up by the sun...again."

With a scoff, you turn them around most likely knowing they left some unrubbed spots on their face. To which your thumbs gently press into the missed spots, while focused on their eyebrows and cheeks you notice Sloan's cheeky smirk with their chipped tooth peaking out. With this, you finish up on their face giving them a light playful slap on the cheek and with a nod they rush out from the protecting shade of the umbrella and soon join the screaming round of kids and teens jumping into the water with a whoop...until a wave comes from behind and knocks them into the water. You can't help but break into laughter as you lather on sunscreen yourself.

Eventually, soon enough Sloan comes over back to your spot dripping wet, their hair flopped over their face like wet dog with a giggle they shake all of the water off grinning at you.

"Whoo! Man there are some real breakers out there.! You should come with me soon."

"Alright, I will! But how about we do it after lunch, mkay baby.?"

You both agree to go to the water after lunch which is packed in a comically romantic picnic basket full of the choice of both Sloan's and your favorite foods, in the cooler Sloan also stuffed a tub of vanilla ice cream which they save around sunset. But back to finishing off lunch, Sloan tugs on your hand with puppy eyes begging for you to swim with them.

"Come on! We need to go before the water settles again.!"

To which you of course don't want to disappoint your lover you follow them letting the grip on your hand turn into a simple hand-holding as the cold but refreshing water hits your toes but Sloan keeps on walking as the wave pulls back which overlaps into a bigger wave. Soon enough the water becomes cool as it reaches up your highs.

"Ugh isn't this the best day ever.?!"

Sloan yells letting go of your hand then flopping into the water, and before you think they pull you into the water with a yelp crashing into their body surrounded by the saltwater. This takes you by surprise but you can never be made with your lover as they hold you tight by your waist, they hold a smirk with how close they are holding you, you could swear they saw them leaning in for a kiss until they say this.

"Mi diamante, you are burning up..."

It takes a moment to realize that you haven't put on not even a pennyworth of sunblock on your skin as you slap a hand to you cheek feeling it's unnatural warmth as you snap out of you thoughts with Sloan clicking their tongue disappointed.

"Aye aye baby, and here I thought I was going to burn!"

They break out of their flirty tone with a cheeky smile soaking in the fact that you are going to be sore and red for the next few days. Having to rely on them for the time being but we are only at the beach. You huff letting yourself take in the shame as you think of a lil something to get back.

"Yknow what Sloan.? It'll be fine because I'll be doing this..."

You tightly wrap your arms around them pulling them back in the water as a wave washes over you, quickly pulling up to slam your lips into theirs, their eyes widen but they don't resist it pushing themselves even closer letting the mix of your lips mesh into one. The kiss only lasts as long as the wave covers the two of you which is a decent amount of time. Eventually, the prolonged time kissing leaves Sloan having to pull away flushed and breathless for a moment their eyes trained on your lips desperate for more but the wave is long gone for more kissing so they look at into yours.

"How about that my lovely Sloan.?"

"Oh god... Golly- I mean gosh... Your kisses are making more heaved than the actual beach.."

"We can always do, more. Yknow...Back at home."

Without a moment to think they grab your hand again pulling you out of the water, dragging you back to the spot. Your suggestion seems to inspire your lover as they quickly gather up everything you set out. Of course, you help them out but they stay quiet keeping their eyes on you eventually moving back into the vehicle the drive home is also just as silent with you trying to make some conversations to which Sloan gives quick answers It is clear they are focused on getting home to fully love you and your lips.

When they finally pull out into the driveway they don't even bother taking out the stuff into your shared home, they wait for you grabbing your wrist pulling you in rushing you into the bedroom to which they pin and tower over you with flushed cheeks.

"My god... The things you do to me mi amor."

They press their lips into your hard to which you grab the sides of Sloan's cheeks, a leg wraps around their waist pulling them closer to you, you chuckle with the kiss as they muffle a gasp. They groan with a newfound growing pressure in their tummy as they rest their hips onto you making you pull away to breathe, they are ruthless as they take advantage of your exposed neck laying hot long kisses on every spot they can see.

"Sloan! I didn't know you could be that riled up..."

You let your hand sift through their hair before getting a fist full and giving it a good tug, they pull back from your neck huffing and lips swollen from the kisses.

"Its your fault you know that.?"

You groan as Sloan pushes you further into the bed, the sunburns add a sudden wave of pain which makes Sloan draw back worried. They pull you up realizing how much of a haze they were amidst jumping from the beach straight into the bedroom. They hold your hands falling back into their goofy state with a smile.

"Geez I didn't realize how burnt you've gotten... Maybe we should take care of that before we do anything else."

Their cheeks flush with slight shame and embarrassment to which you ease them with a chuckle holding them and letting them rest on your thighs.

"I'll be fine! Just will need you to rub some aloe into me.."

You say with a wink giving them a small kiss on the lips before groaning feeling the tightness and heat of the many sunburns which makes Sloan jump from the bed into the kitchen. What a goofball they can truly be.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Destiny

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia X Reader

Word count: 1.6 K

Summary: You had to give up on some things when you decided you wanted a life with Geralt, but life has a way of turning things around.

{The Witcher Masterlist}

The nights are starting to grow colder as fall starts to fade, ready to turn into winter. Your small garden in front of the house is still flourishing, even though only a few flowers are strong enough to give you their beauty. So, kneeling on the ground, you pluck some weeds and clean off the dead leaves. The place will be less colorful for some months, but if you keep taking care of them, they'll come back at full power next spring.

You hear horses coming, and a wain. Not many people come this way but some residents of the nearest town since they know this route. Taking the small basket with the weeds and dead leaves to dispose of, you get up. The two horses come into sight and the wain soon after. The couple on it are familiar to you. You buy their carrots, potatoes, and broccoli.

“Good morning.” The man says, not smiling, but with the same respectful expression he always gives you.

“Don't talk to her.” The woman says. She's too young to be his wife, you see it now. His daughter then, but you don't know which one. “She's the wife of that –”

“Hush.” The man says.

“Good morning.” You reply, waving. “Safe journey back home.” Then, you give them your back and head inside.

You throw the weed and leaves on the fire before heading to the kitchen and starting to cut some vegetables for soup, trying not to let the loneliness bother you too much. You knew this was how things would be, but even so, even though you'll have to deal with the cold nights by yourself, it's all worth it. You'd do it all over again.

Passing the sweet potatoes to the pan, you're about to reach for the carrots when you hear it. A low, faint sound of a step on the wooden floor right next to you. Your body moves almost by itself, the grip on the knife getting tighter, but even before you can turn around and give hell to whoever was bold enough to invade your house, a strong arm surrounds your waist at the same time a hand grabs your wrist.

“I was expecting a much warmer welcome, my love.” His voice is what makes your body relax, but your heart, which was already beating fast, starts pounding.

“Geralt?!” You breathe out, dropping the knife and turning around.

Seeing Geralt after two months makes your body almost melt. Immediately, you throw your arms around his neck, your lips chasing his. Only seven months into the marriage, you only had Geralt with you for three. But you don't mind. You love him, and you knew things would be like this. It's the price of marrying a Witcher. A price you're more than willing to pay.

Geralt kisses you tenderly, and you can feel all of his love in it, the warmth, the thirst from all this time away. So you just hold him tight, even when you're both out of breath and have to break the kiss.

“I thought you'd take longer to find that monster.” You whisper, your foreheads touching.

“Ouch.”

“It doesn't mean I'm not happy. I'm... Delighted. Euphoric.” You give a little jump, kissing him again, then placing kisses all over his face as you stand on your toes. “You just scared the living hell out of me.”

“Just wanted to make a surprise. And I hurried with the hunt because the nights are cold and I made a vow to keep you warm.”

“Hm... So let's start by drawing you a very warm bath.” Smirking, you start to walk away, but Geralt grabs your arm.

“Draw us a bath. And let me get the water.”

“I can do it.”

“I know. But I'm your man. Let me do the hard part.”

You don't really enjoy bringing the water inside, so you don't complain.

Minutes later, the bath is ready, and the tub is set in the bedroom as usual. First, you washed with hair and body, and after, Geralt insisted on changing the water so you could get in. And you didn't say anything after the short explanation about how exactly he killed the monster and how some of its guts got on him. So when the new, hot water is ready, you join him in the tub. The temperature is perfect, and you rest your back against his chest.

“I never thought I'd have a real home to spend the winter.”

“Oh, you're supposed to go to that place for the winter. Kar Mare? Kor More?”

He giggles. “Kaer Morhen.”

“Kaer Morhen, yes. I don't mind if you have to go there, I can take the journey.”

“We could make a short trip while the winter hasn't kicked in yet, just so they know I'm still alive but... I have a home now. A real one. And I rather spend my winter with you than with those ugly men.” His embrace grows tighter around your waist, and your smile. “But tell me about you. Anything exciting happened while I was away?”

“Yes! I delivered a baby all by myself.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Marlën was with another mother in difficult labor. So when Alyn started feeling the contractions, I had to go.”

“And how was it?” Geralt always asks about your things, even though they're nothing compared to the amazing adventures he lives.

“A bit of a mess, I was so nervous.” You chuckle, turning around to look at him. “The husband passed out. He was holding a bowl with water and then he just fell, got the floor all wet.”

“Hm.” He mutters, looking down.

“What is it, my love?”

“You love this. And you love babies and children, and you'd be an amazing mother but I–”

To cut him off, you place a kiss on his lips. “Geralt, I knew of this limitation when I married you. And yet, here I am. And I wouldn't change a thing. I love you.”

He takes a deep breath, a small, sad smile on his lips. “I love you too. But it breaks my heart that I can't give you children.”

“Just give me all your love. That's everything I want.” And with another kiss, you both leave the tub and head into bed.

•••

When you start to stir, you feel Geralt moving. He always wakes up first, and then, he just lies there, holding you, looking at you.

“It's so good to wake up next to you.” It's the first thing you say, moving to climb on top of him. “I missed this. I missed you.”

Geralt smiles, softly grabbing your hips. “I dreamed about you almost every night.”

“Well, I'm right here now.” With a smirk, you lower yourself on him, your lips already chasing his.

Loud, obnoxious knocks make you sit back up. “I'll see who's there. Dress up.” Geralt says as he gets up, searching around for his clothes.

You put on the first gown you find, a white one, that you use to sleep, before following Geralt.

“I'm sorry...” You hear a woman's voice, low and anxious. “...died... Has no one...”

When you get to the door, you see Marlën, with a bundle of fabric in her arms. She passes the bundle to Geralt, who takes it as if it's the most fragile thing. You're about to reach the door when she turns around to leave, walking fast. She didn't even see you.

“Geralt, what's going on?” You ask, walking over to him, staring at Marlën's back. “She seemed so distressed...”

Then, a low, soft whimper gets your attention. Looking up at Geralt, you find his eyes locked on something in his arms. It's unbelievable how long it takes you, you, a midwife in training, to realize the sound came from a baby.

“Geralt, what...”

“She said the mother died... That he has nobody left... That a wet nurse will come twice a day with bottles of milk. I don't...” His voice fades when the baby opens his eyes, moving a tiny little hand up.

“Geralt, I think... I think she meant us to raise this baby.”

He looks at you, and you meet his eyes. Geralt's eyebrows are pinched together and... You've never seen him so emotional. Only when you confessed your love for him. “Raise him? As if–”

“As if he's our own.” Stepping closer, you take the baby's hand. “She knows I always wanted a child... And that I gave up that dream because of my love for you. So...”

“Do you think I can do it, (Y/N)? Do you think someone like me can be a father? A good one?”

Smiling, you take your free hand to caress his cheek. “Remember when you asked the same thing about being a husband? I told you you'd be a good husband.” Your smile grows wider. “And you proved me wrong by being an amazing husband.” The baby moans, and it sounds a little like a giggle. “If you agree to do this, my love... It'll mean a commitment for life.”

“A family.” He says, and then a smile breaks through his lips. “A family of our own.”

“Yeah... A family of our own.” Tiptoeing, you kiss him before caressing the baby's forehead. “Seems like destiny is on our side.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Geralt moves the baby up a little, so he can place a kiss on his forehead. And the scene brings tears to your eyes.

“You deserve it.” Moving to stand next to him, you exchange a look with him before focusing on the baby.

“Guess we'll have to leave Kaer Morhen for next year.”

“And next year, we'll introduce them to a tiny Geralt.” You add, as your heart is filled with bliss. Life has a way of turning things upside down for everyone. But this time, it just was putting things into their places. And you're excited to see where it leads you and this perfect little family you have.

[gemini-sensei]

I had this idea a while ago, but never posted it. However, @sensei-venus has inspired and encouraged me to do this 💖💖 so here we go

CW: a/b/o au, alpha!Hawk, omega!Reader, nsfw smut, breeding/mating, talks of pregnancy, biting. (unedited)

Hawk finds himself single as his rut approaches and looking for ways to relieve all of those feelings for that whole week. He doesn't want to spend the next rut at home jacking off with no one there to help him. So he checks out some ideas and discovers a clinic that accepts alphas in ruts to help omegas in heat, especially one's looking to start families.

He goes up to the clinic to look into what all he needs to do to sign up. He brings his health records and ensures he's safe to have sex with random omegas. They put him through and he's filling out the paperwork. As he's filling it all out, he sees the question asking him if he'd be willing to mate with an omega looking to have a pup or two. He doesn't think much of it, other than that it would be pretty cool, so he checks the box and finishes up. He turns in his paperwork and they give him a card to go to an alternate location for the services when he needs them.

So when the time comes, he goes up to this other location and discovers its a whole "mating hotel." They put him up in a room with a key and everything; room service and nice bathrooms with big tubs and a big ass bed for doing the deed. He's lead up to the room and told the omega is already inside, so he'll need to enter gently so as to not frighten her. Before he's let in, he's also told that she's looking to get pregnant. The attendant unlocks the door, hands him the key, then leaves.

Hawk enters the room and smells just how close to heat she is. She's on the bed, wrapped up in a silky robe to keep cool. It's a little small wrapped around her curvy, plump body; her thick thighs are on display and her tits are ready to spill out of it. She's curled up on the sheets, keeping her legs together.

When Reader sees him, she chirps and sits up. She was just trying to relax, watching the TV, but she turns it off when he comes in. She checks him out, a little taken aback by him and his appearance. She didn't know what she was expecting, but she's definitely happy. Her cheeks warm and she scoots close to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Hi."

Hawk drops his overnight bag that he was told to bring and smiles ofat her. She's so pretty and they're there to have a good time l. "Hey. I'm Hawk."

There's no immediate need to jump straight into things. She's right on the edge of starting her heat and he's on the cusp of his rut, so he sits with her and they talk. She introduces herself and they talk about things they like and don't like. He makes her laugh and it's rather pretty. He's enchanted.

However it doesn't take long before Reader is getting overheated. She becomes uncomfortable and it's obvious to Hawk as they sit there. She's fanning herself and changing positions often, so he suggests he take that robe off.

"Are you sure?" she asks softly, a little shy.

He chuckles. "What're we here for, babe?"

She giggles and stands up, shrugging the robe off. She's standing there in nothing more than her bra and panties, and Hawk's eyes roam over her body. Her pudgy sides, her thick thighs, pretty and fat tits, her soft belly. His hands flex as all he wants to do is grab ahold of her and squeeze her soft spots. He feels his cock stirring in his pant.

Reader smells the arousal sneaking out with his natural scent and she comes close. He puts his hands on her hips and pulls her close. She squeals, but ducks down to kiss him. It's hard and needy. Next thing they know, they're in their full blown heat and rut, tearing the rest of their clothes off.

He throws her onto the bed and ravages her, kissing her up and down her body while he stuffs her cunt with three fingers. She's moaning and chirping loudly, happy that the walls are sound proof so they aren't overheard by anyone who may be in the rooms nearest to them. He's telling her about how pretty she looks and what an amazing view he has from where he's at. Then he says the magic words.

"You're gonna look so fucking pretty when you're all round and pregnant with a pup or two."

Her walls clench hard around his fingers and she's so close to coming. He starts playing with her clit, her nipple in his mouth, and she's screaming as it tears through her. She squirts all over his hand, making a mess of the sheets. He watches her, using what she's gotten all over him to wet his cock, which is leaky with pre cum and bright red with need.

As soon as she calms down, she spreads her legs as much as possible, begging him for his cock. "Please, please, alpha! I need you! I need you so much! Need your fat cock!"

He can't say no to her, so he slots himself between her legs and lines up his cock with her needy, slickened hole. He pushes into her, intent on watching her face as he sinks into her; he revels in how her eyes roll back while her cunt squeezes him. He groans and fists the sheets beside her head, feeding her hungry pussy her cock until he bottoms out. Once that happens, he adjusts a little bit to sit up and rub her hips. He wants her to get everything out of this, the alpha instinct telling him to treat her with care and tenderness so he'll leave her with a pretty pup or two.

She moans his name while he massages her hips, which only riles him up some more. When she's comfortable, he hooks his hands under her knees and pulls them up, lifting her plump ass off of the mattress just a bit. It pulls a gasp from her lips and she is reaching out for him as his cock pushes into her that much more, touching depths she didn't know was possible. Under him, she wiggles and writhes, begging for friction with her body instead of her words.

Once he settles her in that tilted position, he lets her thighs rest over his hips and he takes and of her hands, interlacing their fingers. She wraps her legs around him and locks her ankles behind his back. He pulls back and snaps his hips forward, rocking her wolrd as the bedframe smacks into the wall. She throws her head back and he bites his lip, then continues to give her each thrust like that.

They're both so needy, so lustful, so hot all over and riddled with natural instinct. It doesn't take long for them to reach their tipping points, coming with hollering groans and yelps of pleasure. He makes sure to push his knot into her before it fully swells, ensuring his cum is locked into her greedy, velvet pussy. He drops on top of her panting hard as she milks his thick cock for every drop. She feels so secure and warm under him, just playing with his hair.

They lay like that for a while, no words spoken, even after his knot goes down. It's peaceful and nice, but not long before they're ready to go again.

As soon as she whines and squirms under him, he's getting hard and starts humping into her.

That's only part of what the next few days hold.

Sure, they're there to get it on, but they also need other things, such as food and clean sheets. Hawk orders room service for them, paid for in advance when they sign up for the whole thing, and he feeds it to her in bed. He makes sure she's fed and hydrated properly because even though he isn't her alpha, he's the alpha there with her and it's his responsibility to ensure that the omega is taken care of.

That also includes bathing. He runs her a nice bath in the large tub that's big enough for the both fo them to sit in - and fuck in. He carries he into the bathroom and sets her down when the water is ready. All sorts of things are provided by the clinic staff to keep the pair happy; bath salts, bubbles, candles, any and everything. Hawk sets it up how she likes, gets her in, then sits himself behind her and washes her up. She leans back into him and let's him massage her tits as he lathers the soap onto them, gets excited when he helps wash other areas too. They at least fuck once in the tub, with her on top bouncing and sloshing water everywhere. They needed extra towels after that.

Staff come by to redress the bed ever so often, or leave bundles of clean linen for the pair to make up the bed themselves. Whatever they may prefer. Hawk finds himself fairly protective of the omega right away, so he just asks for clean sheets to be delivered to the room and he does all the work to make the bed all nice again after he makes her come all over the sheets.

It's an eventful week, one spent so intimately together. It feels unreal, just being able to get away from life just to have heat and rut fueled sex in a clinical hotel. Hawk doesn't want it to end, but knows that it's inevitable.

As soon as it's over, he'll return to his life, return to his job, return to his friends. Only a few of them knew he was coming out to this place, knew he would be having sex with a stranger just to get through his rut and call it a day. He didn't know how he was supposed to just go back to the way things were after a romp like this though, after meeting Reader.

It's their final night in the hotel before check out in the morning and they're going at it wildly. The bedfeame beats in the wall repeatedly, leaving small intentions where there weren't ones before and Reader is crying out in pure, unfiltered pleasure. Hawk can only watch her as he thrashes and tears at the sheets, moaning his name like it's the only thing she knows. He's spouting off about how she's probably already pregnant after all the mating they've done, how he's likely just knocking her up even more in that moment. It's driving her up the wall.

Her cunt is gushing, her wetness splattering all over her thighs, his thighs, her bells, his abs, everywhere. It's sloppily and audible and gorgeous. She's beautiful.

Then a vague memory breaks through his mind, of the website for the clinic where it said some people even found their forever mates at these sorts of things. He read over one couples experience of how they were just meeting at the hotel to hookup but kept coming back to see each other until they finally made it official. They were so happy with a house full of pups supposedly. That thought alone just puts into his mind how much he wants that, but not with just anybody.

What he says next slips out before he can think about it.

"Can't let you go, omega! Never wanna leave you!" he grunts, continuing to fuck her on her fat cock.

Reader looks up at him, mouth already agape with pleasure but now with a little shock. Her walls squeeze him hard and she claws at his shoulders, eventually pulling him close. "Want that! Want you! Hawk! Hawk!"

By the way she desperately tries pushing her hips back up at him, he knows she's close. He groans, eyes threatening to roll back as his knot starts to throb. So he starts nudging it against her stretched out pussy lips until it pops into her. He starts rapidly humping her cunt at his knot swells and she's squeals. She can feel the tip of his cock rubbing at her cervix, ready to unload a hot, heavy load of cream into her womb. She wants it more than anything.

"Bite me," she asks, voice nothing more than a soft whimper.

And he doesn't hesitate.

He sinks his canines into her bond spot and she screams, coming on his cock and knot hard. The coaxing of her walls around his cock is enough to send him over the edge and he pumps her full of cum as he makes her his fully and thoroughly. She's shaking under him, a mix of high pleasure and low pain. It's amazing.

When he pulls away, he laps at the bond mark he sucked onto her skin, soothing it before pulling away to look at her. Her tired eyes stare up at him with admiration and sweetness, no regrets.

"Hawk..."

"Call me Eli..."

She smiles and he exposes his neck to her. She carefully leans up on her elbow to return the bond. She bites him and he wraps his arms around her to hold her closez so she doesn't have to hold herself up while she marks him as hers. He groans lowly, the intense feeling pushing another round of shots from his cock, stuffing her well fucked and surely well bred pussy.

When it all calms down, his knot still locked in, they cuddle in the bedsheets. He's turned over so she's laying on top of him, her head on his chest. He kisses her head as she falls asleep, promising her that she can come to his place and that it's hers too now.

The next morning, after a quickie, a shower, and gathering all their things, the newly mated pair head down to check out of the hotel. The staff, though not matchmakers, are happy to see they had a good time and congratulate them on their bond. Hawk is more than proud to show off Reader as his mate to anyone, so their attitudes are greatly appreciated. The staff remind them to give them a review of their services and, since Reader came looking to get pregnant, if things go well for them; they like success rates after all.

The couple walk out of there with big smiles on their faces, doused in each other's scents and ready to figure out what lies ahead. Reader can't help but touch her soft, pudgy belly as they do, having a good feeling about the outcome they'll get.

And even if she isn't pregnant after that week, at least she doesn't have to pay for a special hotel experience to get it next time.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Hi, I love your writing, could I request fluff hcs for Riddler, Penguin, Scarecrow, and Two Face with an S/O who loves stroking their hair?

"Hair Stroking" Riddler, Penguin, Scarecrow, Two-Face x Reader

Absolutely, love! Let's see what we can cook up for you today. I relate to this on either side, I love having my hair stroked by someone I trust and I like doing it.

TW: None

Riddler

Oh. Oh. The very first time you do it, he's melting. Full on in his seat, sinking into whatever chair he's doing. If he was speaking, it slowly fades out to a comfortable hum. A love-struck smile on his face.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" He's almost singing your praises. It's been stated on this blog before, but Edward is affection and touch starved. Something small and intimate like that would be such an emotional reward for him. Kissing whatever parts of you he can reach depending on position, the mellowed out sigh on contact.

He's almost catlike in the way he'll enter a room on a bad day and insist on laying with his head in your lap or even sitting on the floor in front of you (despite his bad knee). Then practically grabbing your hand to put in his hair. Stroke now, please.

Penguin

Insists he doesn't need all that. At first he makes the assumption that you're doing it for him rather than you. Wanting to show him you don't mind touching him, past self esteem issues, etc etc. He'll feel... rather embarrassed finding out that you just like to do that. What narcissism- Who is he, Nygma?

Once he knows it's something you genuinely enjoy, he'll give you plenty of opportunities in private to do that. Perhaps even during meetings as a power-play. You in a slinky outfit, one arm over his shoulder and the other playing with the back of his hair as he talks down to some bit player in the city.

One way he really likes it is if the two of you are in the tub- He'll move over to sit in front of you, careful to not put his full weight on you- eyes closing as you massage in shampoo with the hair stroking. Makes him feel like royalty.

Scarecrow

Tells himself at first he allows you to do it because you obviously like it. Man can be prickly, whether he intends to be or not. The first time he may have even jumped a little at the contact. Not out of fear, no, he insists to himself. A majority of his life this sort of affection has been missing. It's strange to get used to now.

It's when he leans against you while the two of you are on the couch and you just sort of... absentmindedly do it. It's so soft and genuine he can't help but enjoy it. He doesn't notice he's putting his dead weight on you unless you say something. Then he's quickly sitting up as if he's forgotten himself.

It'll take time for him to fully relax into the hair-stroking. He ends up really enjoying it when he's reading and you're either watching something or reading over his shoulder. The two of you laying together. Every once in a while he'll gaze up for a kiss.

Two-Face

Harv will say it's goofy and he doesn't think it's necessary. If you want to, sure, but don't expect him to fawn over like some people. This is before Harvey realizes how much he likes it and gets enjoyment from it. Winding down after a rough day of running things in Gotham and here you both are, a glass of wine in his hand and your hands in his hair. It's pampering that he deserves.

Once Harv has seen this a couple times, he feels irritated. No, he doesn't care, if Harvey likes it and he doesn't that's fine- Yet he pushes himself to the front of speaking while you're doing it to Harvey at some point. He growls low out of the scarred side of his face. Don't say it. Don't say a fucking word about him being jealous. Just... keep doing what you're doing and kiss him already.

Between the two of them, Harvey still enjoys it much more it's true. It's very affectionate and puts him in a fantastic headspace. Fuzzy and warm. Harv wants it when he's feeling more vulnerable and needs a bit of reassurance. There are times when the two of them sit "side by side" within their mind and bask in the love. Watching Columbo reruns or Matlock.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Then and Now

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4500+

Rating: Fluff mostly, except for one minor scene, but I'm leaving my regular blog warning here…Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: thanks to @marvelousmermaid for the prompt and photo inspo! I've been dying to write Tommy and fluff sounds perfect!

Please excuse any typos as I'm writing this from my phone, which I hate doing. 

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This had been the work week from hell. Anything that could go wrong or take the most time possible, did. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement. 

I jam the keys in the ignition to my car, flipping off my place of work, immensely grateful I have the next few days in a row off. My cell rings and I groan, assuming it would be work trying to drag me back in because apparently I'm the only one who knows anything. A quick glance at the screen shows me I'm right. 

"Look, I'm off the clock. I'm taking my HR approved time off so figure it out or I'll see you in 3 days."

I hang up the phone, putting the car into drive and pulling out to the main road. I must have blanked out because the next thing I know, I'm parked in front of my boyfriend Tommy's house. 

I sit there for a couple minutes, completely puzzled by my arrival here before a soft knock at my window causes me to jump. 

"Sorry, honey! I was just checkin' on you."

My head turns and I meet his eyes, deep brown and full of concern and love. My entire body relaxes when I see his face and, embarrassingly, I feel tears start to make their way down my cheeks. I hadn't seen him in nearly 2 weeks, a work trip for him butted right up against a week from hell for me. 

I open my door and he's there, kneeling in front of me, his large hands on my thighs, slowly rubbing them up and down in a comforting manner. 

"Honey, what's wrong?" His eyes are wide and worried. 

I shake my head, willing the tears to stop as I wipe at the ones already fallen. "Nothing. Just a hard week."

"You wanna talk about it?"

I shake my head. "Not really."

He nods, rubbing his thumbs into my thighs. "Well let me know if you change your mind."

"Yeah. Ok."

We sit like that for a few more seconds before he speaks again. 

"You're staying for dinner."

It's not a question but also not a strict command. It's then I realize how bizarre this must seem to him, my showing up unannounced at his house in tears. 

"Shit, Tommy I'm sorry. I just.. I had a really long week and I blanked out and ended up here. I can g-"

"Don't you dare say go. Come on, honey. Let's get you inside."

One look into his eyes and he has me, those puppy eyes overriding any feeling I have where I don't want to be a burden. I nod and he smiles wide, standing with a groan as he extends his hand to me. I take it, allowing myself to be pulled up and out of the car. Pure instinct takes over and I nuzzle right into his large chest, feeling his arms close around me, hands rubbing my back. 

"How's a bath sound?"

"Yes please." Tommy has one of those giant soaking tubs where I can fit my entire body and my boobs under the water at the same time. I told him once if he ever broke up with me, I was taking the tub.

A quick kiss to the top of my head and Tommy leads me inside, tossing my bag on the entryway table as he guides me to his room. He sits me on the edge of the bed, cupping my face with his large, warm hands. 

"I'll be right back, honey. Just gonna pour you that bath, ok?"

"Ok."

I hear the water turn on and Tommy returns, kneeling in front of me again, helping me take off my clothes. It's not sexual but tender, Tommy taking great care to make sure I know this is for me and he expects nothing. 

He helps me into the tub, a nice warm bubble bath with the special soap I had left there. He helps me settle and stands there a moment, a stray curl falling forward towards his eyes. 

"I'm gonna whip us up a couple of steaks. Please don't drown."

I smile up at him. "With the promise of a world famous Tommy Miller steak? Not a chance I'd miss that."

He flashes me that smile, lighting up the bathroom. "I'll come back and check on you."

The bath helps to calm me, all the aches slowly leaching out of my body, the tension headache I'd been nursing all week with pain meds completely disappears. Once the water starts to cool, I get out, wrapping myself in one of his towels. It smells like him, wood and cologne and something distinctly him. I pull the towel a little tighter and head into the bedroom, pausing when I remember I have no clean clothes. Then I see them on the bed, one of his shirts and a pair of boxers laid out for me. Smiling, I pull them on, tossing the towel into the hamper before heading downstairs. 

He's standing just outside on the deck, his back to the sliding door as he concentrates on grilling. I slide open the door and walk up behind him. Without turning, he addresses me. 

"How was the bath?"

"Relaxing. Thank you. And thanks for the clothes."

"As much as I'd love to see you walk around naked, I thought you'd appreciate something to cover up with."

He glances towards me and does a double take, his eyes roaming across my body, or what he can see of it under his shirt. His pupils get wider and his eyes darker, swallowing hard. 

"You-you look good in my clothes."

"You should see yourself in them." I run my hand down his back, holding it at his lower back. He shivers for a moment and then shakes his head. 

"As much as I'd love to get in them with you, I want you to relax. This is about you, not me."

"Well what if I want you to?"

He lets out a dark chuckle. "Raincheck? I can see how hard you've been workin' and I know you're hungry."

I've never had a man turn down sex before. But it's not rejection - he's trying to take care of me how he can. 

Before I can reply, he's taking the steaks off the grill, setting one each on a plate where vegetable skewers already sit. Everything looks mouth wateringly delicious. 

"I may not be able to cook much of anything, but I can grill up a steak and veggies."

"Fuck yes you can."

Idle chatter while we eat, Tommy telling me about this asshole contractor him and Joel are forced to work with.

"It's only until the end of the month, right?" I ask. 

"We're hoping we can drop him come October, yeah. September is going to drag on though. I don't know how Joel will make it another 2 weeks."

"Isn't his birthday soon?"

He nods. "Yeah. Sarah's got something planned I'm sure."

—----

The next morning, I wake to the smell of coffee and bacon, faint sounds of Tommy in the kitchen gently bringing me awake. I'm pleasantly sore, Tommy having spent some time between my thighs after I nearly begged him to, saying it would help me relax. And it did. 

I stretch, feeling the soreness and remembering the night when a quiet knock raps on the door. 

"You awake, honey?"

"I aaaammm," I yawn.

I hear him chuckle and when he opens the door, I see that smile I love so much. 

"Mornin' honey." Tommy enters the room carrying a tray of food, eggs and bacon with a mug of coffee and a flower set on the side. 

I sit up. "What's all this?"

Tommy walks over and sets the tray down over my lap, that smile stretching wider as he takes my face in. "I made you breakfast in bed. Bacon, extra crispy, scrambled eggs with Pico de Gallo, and coffee the way you like."

I pick up the flower, smiling. "Is this from outside?"

He laughs nervously. "It…is. It's a weed I'm sorry."

I laugh, touching his hand that was leaning on the bed. "I love it, Tommy. All of this smells amazing. You're joining me, right?"

"If you want me to."

"I always do."

Tommy sits on the bed next to me, eyes bright and wide as he watches me take a few bites. 

"Is it good?"

"Delicious," I say with my mouth full of food. 

There's my favorite smile again as he slaps his thigh. "Good. I wanted to make sure you had a good breakfast in you."

I cock my head to the side. "You sound like you're preparing me for something. Do we have plans for the day?"

He tries to hide his smile, instantly looking guilty. "Maybe."

"Tommy Miller, what do you have planned?" I can't hide the smile from my voice so I shove more food in my mouth to compensate. 

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"I have no clean clothes."

A large hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. "Actually…." He gets up and walks to his closet, disappearing inside. I hear some rummaging and he remerges with a bag, handing it out to me. I take it and Tommy removes the finished tray of food so I have room. Opening the bag, I pull out a beautiful sundress, a floral leafy pattern embroidered onto the outside.

"Oh Tommy! This is…" I'm speechless. 

"Do you like it? I wasn't sure but I know you like plants and I thought that color would look good on you." 

His eyes are wide and round, like a puppy seeking approval. I set the dress down and cup his face, making sure he looks at me. 

"It's beautiful, Tommy. Absolutely perfect. Thank you." 

I pull him to me and kiss him, deepening it the longer it lasts. Soft moans between us,, Tommy pushing me onto my back, his body hovering over mine. I wrap my legs around his hips and he grunts, grinding into me once before breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. 

"As much as I want to take you right now, we're on a schedule."

I raise an eyebrow as he pulls his head from mine. "Tommy Miller following a schedule? This must be serious."

He smiles gently, tucking hair behind my ear. "I just want things to be perfect for you. I know I'm not the easiest at times."

I brush a stray curl from his forehead. "You are perfect to me. I wish you wouldn't doubt yourself so much." 

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself that same question every day."

—----

An hour later and we're on the road, mysterious bags loaded up into the back of his truck. I ask him repeatedly where we're going but he just gives me that same impish smile and says it's a surprise.

We pulled into the parking lot for the Blanton Art Museum, which I had been dying to check out but never made the time in the 10 years since I moved to Austin. 

"You remembered?"

Tommy parks the truck and shifts in his seat to look at me. "Of course, honey. Ready to go in?"

"Absolutely."

We spent the next few hours roaming the museum, Tommy not paying the slightest attention to any of the actual artwork as he was too busy taking in my face. When I asked him what he was looking at, he said "The most beautiful piece in this place." I rolled my eyes but smiled, continuing on our way. 

Lunch was street tacos from a food truck, one of Tommy's favorite spots that he'd constantly talk about. And for good reason - they were delicious.

We get back in his truck, starting to drive out of the city. 

"We got a couple hours ahead of us, honey. You need a stop?"

"Not now. Where are we going?"

His lips curve up at the edges ever so slightly. "It's a surprise."

"It's a good thing I trust you, Tommy Miller, or a girl might get worried."

He laughs, chest and shoulders shaking with it. "Oh you should always be worried about me."

A couple hours later, he turns off onto a nearly hidden dirt drive, winding its way through trees and bramble. And then it clears, opening up to a beautiful cabin style house with a lake that I can see through the trees lining the back yard. 

The house was exactly what Tommy had been talking about with me for months on end, asking my opinions on everything from architecture to the paint on the walls. It's like he reached in my brain and made it real. 

"Tommy, this is…beautiful! Do the clients love it?"

His eyebrows pinch together. "Clients?"

"Yeah. Didn't you build this for someone?"

He's quiet a moment, studying me. "I did."

"And they're just letting you use it?"

"They won't mind. Come on! Time for a tour." 

He offers me his hand getting out of the truck and I take it, loving the way his skin immediately warms mine. He doesn't drop my hand, using it instead to pull me to him and giving me a gentle kiss. 

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too."

He leads me inside, his hand never leaving mine as he starts the tour. The house has 4 bedrooms and bathrooms, 2 offices, a large garage, beautiful windows that open to the outside all along the back wall of the open kitchen and living room, with a dining area. The entire place is furnished and absolutely breathing taking. 

"Tommy, this is… you've really outdone yourself!"

He walks up behind me, having dropped my hand to let me explore the house. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek. 

"You like it?" 

"Uh, yeah! You sure the owners won't mind we're here?"

"They're good. I promise. Now wait here a moment while I unload the truck."

I nod, eyes still sweeping over the beautiful brick fireplace in the living room. Tommy takes a few trips to bring in the mysterious bags, setting some at the edge of the hallway that leads to some bedrooms and the rest in the kitchen. He closes the front door behind him when he's done and starts to take things out of the bags in the kitchen. Lots of food, fresh veggies and meats, and..a picnic basket. He puts the food away and turns back to me, grabbing the basket. 

"Hungry? I have a place I wanna show you out back. And I.. I made us a…well, a picnic." He holds up the basket, a slight pink settling on his cheeks like he's embarrassed about it. 

"You made me a picnic?"

"It's… not much but I thought it would be nice. If you don't want to, that's fine-"

I grab his shirt and pull him down to me, my lips pressed against his as I squeeze his shirt tighter. "It's perfect."

"Ok well you better stop with that or we'll never eat."

"Well if that's the case-"

He puts his finger over my lips to prevent me from kissing him, mock shock on his face. 

"Are you trying to take advantage of me, miss?"

"I most certainly am."

His demeanor shifts, a dark lust settling in his already dark eyes. "Save it for later." 

That voice was commanding and it send a shiver of anticipation through me. 

He leads me out back where a nice patio and firepit sit, past the small in ground pool and through the trees at the back. You can see the lake clearly once you pass the trees, a little dock jutting out into the quiet lake. 

He spreads out a flannel blanket and sets the basket down, offering me his hand to help me sit. Once I do, he sets up the picnic, which turns out to be a beautiful board of meats and cheeses, grapes and crackers. A bottle of wine and 2 glasses are unloaded as well, the cork popping when Tommy opens it and pours a glass each. 

We talk about the house and he tells me it was important to the owners that it was self sufficient. They have generators that use the power of the river a quarter mile away, a greenhouse, and 2 cellars, one specification for growing root vegetables. I perk up at that as I've always wanted my own garden and to be self sufficient. 

He explains they're waiting on chickens and such and that a barn will be built on the property to house all of the animals. 

"They appreciated my point of view as a veteran too. Said I would know what is really needed for survival."

"Were they preppers or something?"

Tommy shakes his head. "Not exactly. Just wanted some place where they didn't have to worry about an electric bill I suppose."

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

"You'd live out here?"

I look around, sighing slightly. "I think I would. Especially if I had the right people with me." 

The more we chat, the more nervous Tommy becomes, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans and stuttering a lot, which is not like him. 

"Tommy… you ok?"

"What? Oh. Yeah I'm… great. More than great really."

"Are you sure? Because you look like you might throw up."

He chuckles, slightly nervous. "I love you, so much, honey. You know that, right?"

"I do…"

"Then that will make this a little easier."

He sits up, shifting his weight to his good knee as he kneels in front of me. Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out a small, black box. 

"I have loved you since the moment I met you. You never judge me for anythin' and always let me be me. You've stuck with me through the nightmares and the good times. You're always there for me. And I hope you'll always let me be there for you too."

He opens the box where a beautiful ring sits, exactly my style.

"Will you marry me?"

Tears cloud my vision as I nod instantly, eyes shifting from his to the ring and back.

"I need a verbal confirmation, honey."

"Oh sorry, YES!"

The widest smile I've ever seen spreads across his face, and yet his eyes still contain doubt, as if he wasn't worthy of love. "You will?"

"You've had me since the moment I saw you, Tommy. I love you."

He takes my hand and slides the ring on gently. I pull him to me, laying back as my fingers pick at the edge of his shirt, finding skin there. He grunts, holding himself above me, kissing me deeply as if I would change my mind if he didn't. 

"Oh there's one more thing, honey."

"There's more??"

"Remember how I told you the owners of the house wouldn't mind if we used it?"

"Yeah…"

"Well…that's because I..well we, are the owners. If you'd like?"

"You mean…we would own this place?"

"Only if you want to."

I plant my hands on either side of his face, bringing him down to kiss me. "What did I do to deserve you, Tommy Miller?"

"Must have been something bad."

He smirks as I smack him playfully. "I would love this house."

"Then it's ours."

—----

We had planned for a spring wedding here at our house, only wanting family and a handful of close friends to attend. 

Of course that all changed just a couple weeks after Tommy had proposed. When the world went to shit.

I was at the cabin, bringing some boxes of stuff and more foods. I had the brilliant idea to start canning, so I brought along what I had made so far, along with other odds and ends. We had decided I would move in with Tommy at his place in the city and we would come to the cabin when we had time off.

It's very remote, so I didn't think anything of it when I couldn't find a TV station broadcasting anything. I just grabbed my book and headed off to bed. 

A few hours later, I hear the door downstairs fly open and voices float up to me. Instantly I recognize Tommy's voice, but that's not the one I'm listening to. 

It's Joel. The sounds he's making are unrecognizable, virtually inhuman. I have never heard someone make those sounds before then. They dug into me, pulling at every fiber of my being and I lunged from the bed, practically running downstairs, taking them 2 at a time. 

Joel and Tommy are in the living room, both on the ground, crumbled into each other. Tommy is holding Joel, rocking back and forth and saying things to him that I can't discern. Tears are streaming down both their faces and I realize they're both covered in blood, Joel bleeding more from his side as if he'd been shot and it had missed.

It's then I realize Sarah is missing. 

—----

20 years has passed since that day. We've been through so much shit, but so has everyone. Joel eventually left us to do his own thing, and Tommy and I eventually found a place called Jackson in Wyoming and settled down. We did get married there, with mountains as our backdrop instead of our lake house.

It had been a long week, the crops were being harvested and we were behind on preparing for the winter ahead. Tommy and I both had been working our hands raw to get Jackson ready for the season, barely having time for each other due to exhaustion. 

A couple more weeks pass in this manner before a day off. Maria, who ran Jackson, insisted I take a day, as I was always the first to show up and the last to leave. And, as she lovingly said, "You're not getting any younger." 

Light shines in through the window, the curtains blowing in the cool, early fall breeze let in by the propped window. Yawning, I stretch, hand automatically moving to Tommy, except my hand lands on an empty bed. 

Sitting up, I rub my eyes, looking down at the empty space. Just then I hear clanging in the kitchen, followed by swearing. I hear his footsteps on the hard floors, our bedroom door being pushed open with a gentle nudge of his hip. 

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry honey."

"You didn't. Everything ok?"

"All good. Although we may be down a pan."

I chuckle and he moves towards the bed, a tray full of food in his hands.

"What's all this?" I ask, mouth watering slightly.

"You've been workin' so hard and I know your shoulder has been acting up. I wanted you to relax today."

"Tommy. You didn't need to do this."

"I know. And yet, here I am."

He smiles, curls falling forward as he sets the tray across my lap. It's got bacon and eggs, little tomatoes and onions cut up and added in. 

"This looks delicious, Tommy. Thank you."

"Welcome, honey." He leans forward to kiss me, mustache tickling my lips. 

"You're joining me?" I ask and he nods. 

"If that's ok?"

I pull him closer, fingers clutching at his shirt. He chuckles as he scoots closer to me. 

"Ok ok I get the hint."

We finish breakfast and lay in bed, tray put aside, and check in with each other. It's something we try to do at least weekly, wanting to be involved in each other's lives but also to make sure we have time for each other. You'd think there would be a ton of time in the apocalypse, but it's hard when survival is on the line. 

"Ok time to get dressed, honey."

"Well that's a first - trying to get me in clothes and not out of them."

He smiles like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "I'd love to have you out of them but we're expected somewhere."

I cuddle further into his chest. "Can't we just stay here instead?"

A rumble vibrates his chest and he hugs me tighter. "I want to, honey, but we're on a schedule."

"Isn't it our day off?"

He kisses the top of my head. "Just come on."

Groaning, I get up and dressed, Tommy dressing as well. He offers me his arm as we walk out of our home, walking me down several streets until we arrive at the school.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. 

He pulls me inside and I gasp. The entire school had been transformed into an art gallery, pictures painted and drawn by the students of Jackson. Little messages to us both are pinned next to each of them, explaining what the pictures were about. I'm absolutely speechless. 

"Did…did you do this, Tommy?"

He nods. "I did. I know you miss the art galleries and now we have one."

"I… I don't know what to say."

"I love you, honey." He kisses me and we spend more time looking at the pictures before heading out. But he turns away from our home and heads towards the barns on the top of the main hill. 

We arrive at the stables and he hitches a horse to a cart, extending a hand to help me up. He loads a couple of baskets into the back before jumping up himself, grabbing the reigns and leading the horse out of the barn. 

"It's pointless to ask where we're going, isn't it?" 

He nods. "You'll see soon."

An hour or so later, we appear at the lake, a secluded area that we've been to before. It's always gorgeous here and even more so now that some of the trees have decided to start fall a little early.

He helps me down from the cart and grabs the baskets, spreading out the picnic before motioning to me to sit. It's simple sandwiches and veggies, but he's also somehow managed to get a piece of chocolate and my eyes grow wide.

"Where did you score that?"

"Traded with the last caravan that came through." 

"Tommy, this…this was a perfect day. Thank you." 

We eat in silence for a few moments. 

"Do you know why I chose today?"

I wrack my brain. "Honestly I've been going non stop, I couldn't even tell you the date."

He cups my face with one of his large, warm hands. "You have been. Which is part of the reason for this day. But also… I proposed to you on this day, so many years ago, before…" He gestures around. 

"Oh, Tommy." I can't help the tears forming in my eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize what day it was-"

He puts a finger to my lips. "None of that. I just wanted to do somethin' special. I love you, honey. I'm so grateful that we've made it together and I love spending my life with you."

The tears fall now and he uses his thumbs to brush them from my cheeks. Pulling me to him, he kisses me before gently pushing me back into the blanket. I nuzzle into his chest and he holds me to him as we watch the sunset, somehow together after the end of the world.

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'Tis a bit silly this one, just Asmo being a little shit. You need to be 18+ to ride read.

Each brother knows when you are feeling their particular sin. Most of the time it can be nice to have them help you through it, but sometimes its just plain annoying!

The avatar of Lust knowing when you are turned on is straight up annoying. Especially when he's so vocal about it. What makes it even worse is that he is always close by when your freak starts to fly.

The first time it happened you were looking for Beel to ask what he wanted for dinner that night as it was your turn to cook. Seeing as he always eats most of it why not make it something he enjoyes?

You found him in the gym, mid squat. That thick ass on full display has you stopping dead in your tracks. Fuck his pants are tight, or maybe his ass is just too big for them? He pushes back up to a standing position and racks the weight. Your gaze leaves his perfectly toned buttocks to slide up his glistening back. Of fucking course he's shirtless, your salivating as his muscles contract.

Sweat turns the hair at the nape of his neck a darker shade of orange. What you wouldn't give to lick the sweat from his chest. Desperate for some friction, you clench your thighs.

You almost jump at the loud obnoxious voice coming from beside you. Amidst your perving you hadn't seen Asmo sneak in.

"Oh so naughty of you MC! Lusting over Beel like that while the poor boy is working out."

He's smirking at you with one eyebrow raised.

"N-no! I swear I wasn-"

You start stammering, but he cuts you off with an unsavoury retort.

"uhh uh uh, I can tell what you're feeling my little horny darling."

You flush deeply at being caught out, your eyes meet Beel's for a second before you're almost sprinting out of there. You can still hear Asmo laughing when you make your way back to the kitchen.

The second time, you at least thought you were safe from his rising brow, seeing as how you were in Levi's room and it was just you and the third born.

Cuddled up together in his bathtub playing games. You were both about to start the next level when Levi pauses to talk strategy.

He grabs your waist and turns you around to face him, he's super excited. Gesturing wildly and ecstatically yelling, he's going into detail about how to attempt this next level.

Fuck he's cute like this, purple hair brushed to the side so it doesn't hinder his vision. Cheeks slightly pink from how excited he is.

You want to kiss him, you let your mind wonder about how soft his lips might be. It would be easy, he's so close, and your already straddling his thighs.

Your soul almost leaves your body when out of the corner of your eye you see Asmo's head raise up beside the tub. Where the fuck did he come from! You don't remember hearing the door open.

He pops his eyebrow, eyes wide with mock shock.

"Really MC, right now! With Levi of all demons?"

His words have you standing up so fast you nearly fall out!

You are so embarrassed, unable to meet Levi's eyes you squeak out an apology before dashing out of his room.

Asmo's voice chases you down the hall to your room.

"Oh MC, I'm only teasing! I'm sure Levi would be an adequate lover."

The last one, before you lost count, involed Lucifer.

He was berating you one morning for being tardy. You would like to have pointed out that is was Mammon's fault but there was no way you were snitching on him.

Standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his big chest, tall and foreboding.

"Do you ever think of anyone other then yourself MC?"

What a low blow as right now you were covering for the second born!

Huffing angrily you turn away from him.

That pisses him off even more, grabbing your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks, he forces your head back so you have to meet his gaze.

You weren't expecting the heat to pool between your legs. Shit!

You look away from him quickly, oh fuck, you see Asmo's head pop up outside the window of the empty classroom you and Lucifer were using. That cursed eyebrow raised again, he's mouthing something to you.

You make out the words "uh oh" and "horny jail" you think? Fucking arsehole!

You blush deeply. This confuses Lucifer, his grip on your jaw loosens, you take the opportunity to bow your head so you're staring at the ground.

You swallow your pride and apologise so you can get out of there.

"I'm so sorry Lucifer, I swear I'll do you.... Uh I m-mean I'll to better FOR you!"

You look up at him as you miss-speak, eyes wide with shock, is he blushing? No he can't be.

You quickly side step past him and race out the door. Asmo is to busy laughing at what you said to see the filthy look you shoot him before you stomp away.

After numerous more encounters like this, you soon find yourself turned on everytime that little fucker lifts his eyebrow.

You're sure that was his plan from the start but you're now to horny to care.

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Diapered With No Way Home

NSFW 18+ Only

Contains ABDL Content

"I heard Daredevil shows up at the end!" Tristan exclaimed.

His friend Noah covered his ears. "Agh," he responded. "Don't tell me that. I haven't been on Twitter in weeks just so that I don't read any spoilers."

The two walked through the theater with tubs of popcorns in their arms and tickets for the newest Marvel movie Spider-Man: No Way Home in their pockets. The pair of lifelong Marvel fans had returned home from their respective colleges just in time to continue their tradition of seeing the newest Marvel release together.

And this wasn't just any ordinary Marvel film. No Way Home was going to open up the Marvel multiverse. Characters from outside the MCU timeline like Doc Ock or Venom could show up and Tristan and Noah had watched the trailer reveal close to a hundred times, theorizing on what possibilities the multiverse could unfold for future films.

However, the one thing that the two friends could have never predicted was about to unfold tonight. A real-life ripple in the multiverse was about to open up in their very theater.

It happened all in a flash. They both felt the ripple affect their surroundings as they were unwittingly transported to another dimension. They collectively did a double take, only noticing a slight uncanny difference in the first moment. The theater looked almost exactly the same at a glance; however, Tristan quickly realized that everything had gotten bigger! Or... they had gotten smaller. The ticket-taker, who was now looking down at them, had grown in proportion with everything else. Tristan and Noah spilled their popcorn in shock.

"Do you need help finding your Mommy?" the ticket-taker asked, bending down to one knee in order to meet their eye level.

"Oh boys," said a voice. Tristan and Noah were immediately swept up by the arms of a ten-foot-tall woman! "You know better than to run away from Mommy, now don't you?"

Despite their cries and screams for help, Tristan and Noah were taken to the cinema's bathroom (the woman's restroom, mortifyingly) by the giant woman they only knew as "Mommy."

Although they didn't understand how they had arrived in this new dimension, their brains quickly raced to understand its rules. People from this dimension ranged from ten to twelve feet in height and the world's objects were obviously designed to accommodate them. People of Tristan's and Noah's height, around five and a half feet, were treated as children.

So, Mommy began removing their adult clothes: graphic tees, ripped jeans, and boxer briefs, leaving the two men to hide their naked shame with their hands. One of the other women in the bathroom giggled at that, causing the two to blush even more.

Tristan was changed first into a pair of training pants covered in designs of different characters from Paw Patrol. He did as he was told when Mommy asked him to raise his arms, fearing retaliation. She dressed him in an green-and-white striped shirt and snapped a pair of shortalls in place, making feel and look the part of a toddler. But, it wasn't complete until Mommy shoved a bulbous baby blue pacifier into his mouth.

Unfortunately, Noah, who had been waiting to pee just before the start of Spider-Man as to avoid leaving during the middle of the action film, had unfortunately released his full bladder into his pants at his initial sight of the giantess. So, his eyes went wide as Mommy pulled an oversized diaper out of her bag.

Noah eyed the jump from the changing table to the bathroom floor, which was actually quite far relative to him, and took the leap. There was no way this woman could put him in a diaper! Tristan watched intensely as his friend ran his way across the bathroom floor. However, Mommy's leg length was much longer and so she simply had to idle behind a fully sprinting Noah and was able to reach him in only a matter of steps.

For Noah's disobedience, he was placed ass-up on the changing table as Mommy delivered a few light smacks to his poor exposed bum. Tristan noticed that Mommy barely put any energy into what could be described as "taps," but Noah's reaction to each one was that of an absolute beating. The grown man was left red-faced, sobbing, and snotty by the tenth one. Knowing better than to question Mommy now, Noah laid as silent as possible as his crotch was wiped, powdered, and taped inside the diaper.

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St. Philomena's (Choose Your Own Adventure)

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Note: Something special I made to thank all of you for 1000 followers! Enjoy your time at St. Philomena's Reform School. Comment to let me know which ending you get and, if you're really feeling up to it, see if you can unlock every single ending!

You get home from another long week at work. You throw down all the mail from the mail on your dining room table, sitting down to sort through it all. Gas bill, electric bill, insurance, bill, bill, bill. Had your life really become this dull and mundane?

It was at this moment you got to the last package in the pile. It gave you pause. The return address read, "St. Philomena's Reform School for Misbehaving Adults." You thought that there must be some kind of mistake, but the address matched your name.

You tore the package open. Inside was a plaid gold and turquoise schoolkid's uniform. But, unlike a child's uniform, it was made to just your size. Puzzled, you read the letter that came alongside it.

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From Chad to Charge

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Nicole blushed. She wanted to listen to what her date was saying, but she got lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

Nicole had matched with Zeke on a dating app and they had hit it off straight away. Ok, so Zeke wasn't Nicole's usual type - she usually went after tough guys. But, she had been burned in the past and she thought Zeke was cute. Plus, straight off the bat it was clear he was INFATUATED with her. His first messages skipped the usual flirts and pickup lines; he jumped straight to wanting to take her to dinner, offering to pay for it all, etc. It honestly came off a bit desperate, but Nicole had to admit that seeing the cute boy practically beg to take her out was pretty hot.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Zeke asked with a boyish smile.

"I'm a front-end developer," Nicole responded.

"Oh..." Zeke said. "Is that with, like... computers?"

Ok so he doesn't seem all that smart, Nicole thought to herself. But, maybe she liked that for once. She could tell this guy was eager to make her happy and it was only the first date! She could use a bit of a Labrador boyfriend. In fact - it was a bit rude to notice - but Nicole could see the bulge in the man's pants he was so excited.

Nicole took a sip of her drink before she began to dumb down her explanation. Before she got a chance to explain, however, Nicole was interrupted as a couple walked up next to their table. Zeke's goofy smile disappeared as the woman appeared to be upset with him.

"Tr- Trish?" Zeke asked nervously, clearly recognized the woman. "Wh- What are you doing here?"

The woman who Zeke had called Trish placed her hands on her hips. "That's Mommy to you, young man," Trish responded. "And I should be asking you the same thing."

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The Hypnotist

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"You are about to fall into a deep sleep"

Rachel nodded with her eyes closed.

"Now... sleep!" the hypnotist commanded, swinging a pendulum in front of her.

Rachel's head dropped as the hypnosis took control and she entered her trance. Her hand continued to hold on to that of her husband, Evan.

The hypnotist James turned to his friend Evan. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asked. "Once I alter her mind, it can't be changed."

Evan nodded. He had put a lot of thought into this. It was the last chance to save their marriage. The pair had moved in together after their wedding ceremony to disastrous effects. Evan worked an eight-hour job in banking and it was too stressful coming home after a long day of work to a messy house and no dinner made. He knew he shouldn't expect that from Rachel, who also worked eight hours albeit in teaching, but with both of them working, there was no way their shared house would be habitable.

He had asked Rachel to quit before, but she had taken it as quite the insult. She found it unfair that she should be the stay-at-home partner and she only got angrier when Evan reminded her that he made significantly more banking.

So, he turned to his friend James. Evan hadn't believed hypnotism could actually work. But watching James help people break their bad habits or forget about former loves, Evan had realized the effectiveness of James' profession. So, he asked him if he would help the couple with their situation.

Of course, Rachel would have never had made herself a willing participant. Evan made a small white lie that she would be hypnotized to quit smoking, and under those circumstances, she had excitedly agreed. He did feel bad for lying, but it was to help both of them. And so, Evan prodded James to finish altering Rachel's mind.

James sighed. "When I snap my fingers, you will awake," he instructed. "And your main priority will be taking care of Evan and your house."

James snapped and Rachel woke from the trance.

Evan and Rachel returned home while Evan patiently waited for the hypnotic spell to take effect.

It wasn't long until it did. The next morning, Rachel sat down with Evan and explained to him that after some thought she had decided to quit her teaching job so that she could look after him and keep the house clean. Evan applauded her decision, internally hyping himself up for a clean house and fresh dinner for when he returned from work.

And for the next week of work, that's exactly what he got. His clothes were picked up off the floor and washed, the carpets were vacuumed and spotless, and the dishwasher was empty each day. Better than all that, Evan got to sit down as soon as he got home to a cooked dinner: chicken, scallops, pasta, stroganoff, you name it! All the guilt Evan had from his manipulation had washed away. This was the life.

The second week, however, things began to noticeably change. Yes, the house was still clean upon getting home. But, his wife's dinners started to change. Chicken was replaced by chicken nuggets; pasta by mac and cheese. Instead of getting a beer with dinner, Rachel would pour him a tall glass of milk.

"Do you think you could make that mushroom stroganoff again?" Evan finally asked on Wednesday in front of a plate of pizza bagels.

"Silly boy," Rachel condescended. "You wouldn't like mushrooms. They're icky." She stuck out her tongue as she tied a napkin around her husband's neck in case he clumsily dropped any of his dinner on himself.

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Rage Quit

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Dodge. Dodge. Heal. Slash. Special Attack. SHIT!

Melanie punched the armrest of her couch. "Fuck!" she shouted. Those advertisements weren't kidding. Blood Legends VI: Underworld had just come out today and supposedly it was the hardest game in the series.

Melanie was a self-proclaimed pro at Blood Legends, but she was not a gracious loser. She mostly resorted to playing campaign-driven video games now since her bad attitude when losing had caused most of her friends to avoid playing competitive multiplayer her at all costs. She had even been disqualified from local tournaments for poor conduct. A grown woman throwing game equipment in rage was frowned upon.

And the new game had proven itself to be a challenge so far. Despite her proficiency at the other entries in the series, Melanie had found herself stuck at the game's second boss for an hour and a half. If she lost to the Necromancer one more time, she would have to return to Nabonidus Castle and farm more healing potions.

The game may have been hard, but not everything in the advertising had been true. Melanie had heard that supposedly the game would punish poor gameplay by affecting the player's real life. She had scoffed. How would that even be possible? Besides, she had lost to this boss long enough and the only way her life had been affected had been the enormous loss of time.

Melanie walked up to the Necromancer once more.

Slash. Slash. Combo. Dodge. Slash.

"WHAT?!" Melanie screamed, standing up and stomping as the necromancer killed her character with a blast of dark magic. "Bullshit! I hit fucking dodge! This game fucking blows!" Melanie threw her controller across the room in an absolute tantrum. Though the controller left a crack in her wall, her outburst didn't end there. She flipped over her coffee table before laying face down on her couch and screeching into her couch.

"Looks like somebody isn't MATURE enough for this stage," the Necromancer cackled as "GAME OVER" appeared on the screen. "Try again."

Mel sighed and sat back up. Odd, she thought. She hadn't heard that dialogue response so far. No matter, she acknowledge that she may have overreacted. I mean, how hard could this be? If she really focused and gave it her all, she could beat this. She grabbed her stuffed unicorn Princess from the other end of the couch and cuddled it for good luck.

After a brief moment, she went to return to the game before realizing that her controller had landed on the other side of the room where she had thrown it. With Princess in one hand and her other hand firmly planting her thumb in her mouth for sucking, Mel toddled over to where the hole in her wall was in her adorable unicorn skirt and pink-and-purple striped fluffy socks.

She grabbed the Fischer-Price controller from the floor and sat her butt on the floor in front of the TV, not having the energy to jump up onto the couch itself. Her eyes locked and her thumb removed from her mouth, she was ready to tackle the challenge and pressed "Resume" on Necromancer's Math Adventure.

She only needed five correct answers to defeat the Necromancer's magic with the power of math. "13+9" appeared on the screen. Mel placed her babyish controller on her lap and held up her fingers to count. Wait, she only had ten fingers. Mel frowned. After a moment of thought, she remembered! She could start with three fingers and pretend it's thirteen.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9!" the grown woman counted out loud as she held up an extra finger for each number. She had two fingers up at the end. So, the answer was... twenty-two!

"Blast!" the onscreen Necromancer cried. "Your math is too powerful!"

"Yes!" Mel cheered following what seemed like an incredible victory. Only four more questions.

"4 x 7" followed. Mel let out a high pitched whine. Multiplication?! No fair! She was no good at times tables! She used all the power in her brain to focus. 20, she guessed. Wrong. 26. Wrong again. Her final guess was 32.

"Looks like your math skills weren't good enough to defeat me," shouted the Necromancer. "Better luck next time!"

"Poopy!" Mel yelled as the "GAME OVER" text reappeared. "That's no fair! Multiplication's too hard! No fair! No fair!"

Mel continued to shout as she kicked her arms and legs against the floor, causing her beloved stuffie Princess to take a beating against the ground. Once her fit ended, she threw Princess at the couch and crossed her arms letting out an audible "hmph."

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11: New Sun, New People

Eddie's pov

Stepping into the light feels so good. I'm able to pull down my bandana for the first time in god knows how long.

"This is the sun! This is light!" I exclaim. No response. I swivel around, looking for Otto.

I can't find her, but there is a clearly trampled through path through the woods.

"Fuck!" I smooth back my hair and roll my eyes, but follow the trail nonetheless.

Otto's pov

"WHO ARE YOU?" Someone yells to me. I cling to who knows what, swimming in a large tub of water.

"Otto! Otto!" I say, but the person keeps yelling.

"DID YOU TAKE EDDIE?" The person yells again, but I can says something else now.

"Know Eddie! I know Eddie!" I shout.

"OTTO!" Eddie comes run in, and the first person stops yelling. I paddle fast out of the tub and hide behind Eddie.

"Dustin?" Eddie asks. I struggle out of the big tub, and hide behind Eddie.

"Eddie? You know this little- this little person?" Dustin asks.

Eddie's pov

"Eddie, don't let person hurt me," Otto whispers. She looks at me, and I almost jump at how different her eyes look. The sudden brightness has caused them to constrict, and her once large pupils are now small as a pinprick.

"Dustin!" I shout, grabbing him and pulling him into a hug. "Oh man, I missed you so much dude!"

"Eddie, holy shit, I thought you were gone!" Dustin says. "But, uh... what's up with the girl?" He whispers.

I turn around, and Otto is  crouched on the ground, arms wrapped around her head. She's bent over something, I just can't tell what. I walk over, and bend down next to her.

"Otto, are you okay?"  I ask cautiously. She turns to me, and shakes her head weakly. Her mouth opens, and inky black liquid flows out.

"Holy shit!" Dustin shouts. Immediately, I scoop her into my arms.

"Dustin, we need to get her somewhere dark and out of the sun right now!" I shout.

"Uh, okay, so we need to go north! Forward!" Dustin shouts. I start running, and follow every one of his directions until we break through the treeline.

Steve's pov

Dad left an hour ago for his business trip. Thank god. He'll be gone for a few days, Mom is staying with Grammy, so I have the house to myself.

I'm watching a movie in my room when the door bursts open.

"STEVE WE'RE BORROWING YOUR HOUSE IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" Dustin screams from downstairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask, running down the stairs. The bathroom door is open with the light is off, and a filthy looking Dustin is standing over an even grimier-

"Munson?" I ask.

"Shut up Harrington, we're trying to save a life here!" Eddie says, splashing water over something lying in the bathtub.

"What the hell does he have there?" I ask Dustin.

"A kid." Dustin replies with such nonchalance about this that you'd almost think he was joking.

"Did he like... get a girlfriend?" I ask nervously.

"No. He just, like, appeared out of nowhere with her?" Dustin explains. "She's super weird. She's very small and looks like she's younger than me? Also her eyes are crazy looking and she started throwing up this weird, black stuff. Eddie's insisting she needs darkness and to cool down, so that's what's happening."

I sweep the curtain aside, and observe what's going on. The tap is on, and Eddie scoops handfuls of water onto the small girl. The dress thing she's wearing is stained with black, and the water is muddled and full of debris and dirt. Despite Eddie's attempts, the girl's eyes stay closed and black stuff continues to dribble out her mouth.

"Uh, Munson, you want me to help?" I offer.

"I got it!" Eddie insists. He douses her face one more time, and her eyes open.

I jump back. Her eyes are HUGE.

"You know what? I think maybe I'll go turn off the lights and draw the blinds," I say. I grab Dustin and pull him out the door with me.

"Dustin. What the fuck is going on, man? You said this girl was weird, you didn't say she was like supernatural weird!"

"You couldn't figure that out when I said crazy eyes and hurling black stuff?" Dustin asks. "Look. How about you go cook something up? This new person will be hungry. Okay? And I'm going to gather some members of the party and some other people, so we can brainstorm ideas on what the everloving fuck is going on. Okay?"

"Okay," I say shakily. "Thank you."

"Okay. You're welcome." Dustin runs out the front door. I walk into the kitchen slowly, and begin trying to find something I can cook.

About an hour later, Dustin shows back up, with a few Party members (excluding Max and Lucas, of course), Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan with his friend. All I've managed to do in that time is slice up a watermelon and get a tray of frozen fries in the oven.

"Alright everybody, I've gathered you here today to-" Dustin starts.

"Uh, why is it all dark in here?" Robin asks.

"Excellent question. Today's presentation requires darkness, or bad things will happen. Eddie, you can come out now!" Dustin calls.

Eddie walks out, by himself.

"So, ah, hey! Everybody!"

The room erupts into shouts and exclamations at my arrival.

"Thank you, thank you everybody," I start. "But, my returning is not what Dustin got you all for. You see, while I was gone, I may or may not have found something in the Upside Down that is now here. And I thought I'd just say this preface, because she can be, uh, unpredictable." I smile weakly at everybody, they return the favor with confused looks. "Otto, you can come out now if you'd like."

The bathroom door creaks open, and the sound of quick footsteps fills the silence.

"Eddie, who is this 'Otto'? And where is she?" Nancy interjects.

"Here," Otto says. As everyone's eyes adjust, they can make out her small silhouette next to me. The red glint of her glasses are the only thing noting she's there.

"Otto, I'm going to turn on a very dim light. It would be like my cigarette and your firework punk being lit at the same time, okay?" I explain. Otto nods. I nod at Dustin, who throws a blanket over a lamp and switches it on. Soft light fills the room, and everyone stares at Otto. The water in her hair has turned into mud, and since her sun exposure, her skin is a flushed shade of red. Her dress is even more torn and ratty, if that's even possible. A small, spider-esque creature crawls through her hair.

"Hi Otto!" Someone pipes up from the back. Otto waves a little bit. I can tell Otto isn't interested in transforming or talking or doing any of that, and everyone else can tell she isn't going to do anything, and they all get up to talk in small groups. In all the bustle, the person who said hi wanders over. She's a small girl, who looks very similar to Otto. Her head is shaved, and she's dressed in an oversized flannel.

"Otto, this is-"

"El! El, short for Eleven," El smiles. "Hi Otto!"

"Hello. As Eddie said, I is Otto." Otto runs her hand through one of her twintails nervously, and chunks of mud and other debris crumbles to the floor.

"You talk like me!" El says excitedly. "Mike says I am getting better at my grammar, but I think that to sound like this is okay!"

"Mike?" Otto asks.

"Mike is my boyfriend. He is over there!" El motions to a little but away, where Mike gathers another boy and Dustin. He looks nervous, awkwardly waving his hands as the second boy talks to him. Hm.

"Boyfriend?" Otto asks. "Is that like when Eddie talked in his sleep about-"

"Well Otto, you've scattered one too many bugs across this lovely living room carpet, who about we get you back into the bathtub and taking a shower?"

[ophelia-jones]

"I should slit your throat in your sleep, you bastard," Kate murmured against Negan's mouth. She parted her lips and he slid his tongue over hers. She trembled at the feeling of his hand cupping her between her legs, gently, soothing the tenderness by drawing out a low hum of arousal.

"But you won't," he murmured back and grinned.

"You don't know that," She said breathlessly as he bent to tease her already abused nipples with his tongue. The sensation was intense.

"Who would fuck you as well as I do?" He asked, licking up from her nipple along her neck and nibbling her earlobe.

*No one* she thought - he was right, no many had ever made her feel this way. But she still wanted to get her point across.

"I've killed men," she told him with a moan.

"Mmm-hmm. With a gun, not up close," he continued exploring her body with his mouth.

"That's not true, I killed a man with a knife," she told him, trying to remember how this conversation even started. He was very distracting as he flipped her over onto her stomach and slid down to bite her on her ass.

"Why is this the first I'm hearing about this? You've bragged about the gunfights enough," he teased, kissing up along her spine.

"It's why I can never go back to Ireland," she told him honestly. Negan's interest was piqued. He lay on his side next to her, running just the tips of his fingers along the smooth skin on her back in random patterns.

"You never told me that," he said in that intense, deep tone of voice. He was intrigued and was no longer playful.

"It's not the kind of conversation you have in the middle of a game," she laughed lightly. "Besides, I wouldn't have expected you to be interested."

"Why wouldn't I be interested? Kate, you have me fucking enthralled! I can't get e-fucking-nough of you!" Negan told her emphatically.

"Such shite!" She rolled her eyes. "You just wanted the chance to fuck me like you did just now. You'll grow bored of me soon enough."

"I find that pretty fucking difficult to believe," he told her, gazing at her with sleepy hazel eyes. "Humor me."

"He was a priest. The fecker dared call himself a man of God while he sent girl after girl away to the Magdalene laundries. It was just a series of hushed stories to me, our mum, and our father. But not to me sister Mary Elaine. I didn't know what he was doing to her until she fell pregnant. Much to the shame of our parents, they sided with the bastard priest and they sent her to the fecking nunnery so she could give birth to the bastard child without their facing the shame of it all." Kate huffed and rolled over onto her back, and Negan continued his soothing touches.

"They take their babies away from them, you know? They say they're being adopted by established families. They're simply aren't enough families that can adopt that many babies. It's said there is a mass grave behind the place, full of tiny bodies. My niece or nephew likely breathed it's first and last breath within minutes of each other. And as for the girls? They are put to work, slaving over hot tubs of water and lye that burns the skin from their hands." She sighed and turned away from Negan, not wanting him to see the tears.

"I couldn't stop what they were doing, but I could get vengeance on the man who put my sister through it."

"How'd you do it? I mean, get the jump on him with a knife?" Negan asked, like a little kid being read a book before bed.

"I made him think I'd spread my legs for him, and when he came in close enough to touch, I gutted him," she said this part as if she were giving directions or speaking about the weather. Flat, emotionless.

"What happens if you go back to Ireland?" he asked leaning over to make her look him in the eye.

"I'll be hanged, most likely, or shot, perhaps." same flat tone, as if she didn't even care about her death.

"I'm so sorry, Kate. That's terrible," Negan said, brushing the hair out of her face gently.

"Yeah well, it is what it is. What's done is done. Why do you act like you care, Negan? You can get away with anything. You own the whole god-damned county. You don't have to pretend to be nice now, after the stunt you just pulled," Kate sighed.

"Did I misread the situation?" Negan asked, looking at Kate seriously. "I thought I got your consent the other night. Multiple times, first at the tables and then in your room when you wanted me to stay."

"I did say I wanted to fuck you, and Jaysus it was nice and all - but why do you have to play your fucking games! Did making me feel vulnerable make you feel more powerful somehow?" Kate sat up, clutching the quilt to her chest.

"Kate, I didn't want to hurt you, I'm sorry if I did. I don't want anything to hurt you. That's why I do what I do here, to keep good people, like you, safe. From one another, from themselves - look at the counties all around us at the violence, the cattle theft, all fucking sorts of fucked up travesties. What I'm doing here may seem cruel sometimes, but it's always a means to an end." Kate looked into Negan's eye for a long time, thinking. She believed him. But she wanted to make him as vulnerable as she had felt; he wasn't exactly emotionally available, but maybe in this moment she could push him to tell him more about who he was and how he'd come to be that.

"No, lucky for you, you didn't hurt me - but if I'm angry, I'm angry. When I want to fuck, I want to fuck," she told him. "Now, I want you to tell me why you think you have to protect everybody," Kate demanded he explain himself. Negan sighed deeply and ran a hand over his face.

"This place - the fucking Western Territories? They aren't part of the civilized world. It's survival of the cruelest here. It doesn't fucking matter if you're a good fucking person here. No one cares that you have a beautiful fucking spirit or a kind heart. Those things will get you killed real fucking quick." he told her in earnest. "I was shown early on that the only language spoken here is cruelty- the only law that worked was swift and targeted brutality. Because I can provide that, good people are safer here."

"Who did you fail, Negan? Who are you trying to save by making yourself responsible for every vulnerable person in Wyoming?" Kate wondered. Negan was uncomfortable, but perhaps he felt he owed her penance.

"Her name was Lucille. She was my wife, and she didn't want to come West with me. She was afraid, but I insisted. I fucking insisted, and she died out here, like so many goddamned people. She was indomitable in spirit but fragile in body," Negan reached over to grab the photo of Lucille. Kate looked at the woman. She was beautiful.

"You think by controlling people, you're somehow saving them?" she asked.

"Fear motivates. Nothing else can work so quickly in convincing someone to do - or not to do -something. It works much fucking better than asking nicely. Being the good guy in this world gets you nowhere," Negan told her vehemently. It was Kate who reached out to Negan now. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"I don't know what to think anymore. Maybe you're right. But Negan? Let me in on your game next time," she told him as she closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling ironically safe in his arms.

"I promise," he said, kissing her on top of her head.

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Mayor Gregory wanted to be sure every citizen came to New Hope to vote in the election. The surest way to make that happen was to arrange a spectacle. Something worth coming into town to see.

"Cowboy Contest," Willow read in the newspaper. "Bull riding, calf roping, steer wrestling, bareback bronco riding, and barrel racing."

"That's supposed to be for fun? That's the sort of shit we do every damn day!" Daryl scoffed as he ate the last of the biscuits and gravy. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and narrowed his eyes at her. "You ain't thinking about signing up for that." it wasn't so much a question as it was an order.

Willow was not fond of being told what to do, even by Daryl. He sure as hell did what he wanted, without listening much to her input.

"I could beat just about every damned cowboy in that competition, so why wouldn't I? That prize would sure be with it," she replied, her eyes on the newspaper rather than looking at Daryl.

"Seems stupid to me, risking injury more than you have to, and for what? To show off?" he grumbled under his breath. Willow stole a glance at him, sitting there under the morning sun. His shirt fit him well everywhere except on those shoulders and arms. He'd taken to wearing a shirt she'd cut the sleeve right off of for him because he ripped so many sleeves while working. His range of motion was limited in the full sleeves, and that was dangerous. She admired those arms now, still wondering what it would be like to spend the night in them.

Daryl, in typical Daryl fashion, was taking things at a snail's pace. Willow loved the extra time they got to spend together and the occasional tender kiss - but she was ready for more.

If she had learned anything by getting to know Miss Lena, it was that touching and being touched was not something a woman tolerated for the sake of attending to their husband's needs. It was something to take pleasure in herself, and from seeing the way Carol and Ezekial looked at one another, she suspected there was something profound that could be discovered in one another through that sort of love.

Daryl stirred up all kinds of new feelings and desires, and she wanted to explore them. She was not suited to marriage and children, she'd known that long ago, but that didn't mean she couldn't know that kind of connection.

"Seems like fun, to see how hands show off their skills. Might even learn a thing or two by watching how they do it. Just because I do alright at my work doesn't mean I can't learn other ways - maybe even better ways." Willow didn't know why she was trying to convince him, Daryl was more stubborn than any of the bulls she'd ever dealt with.

"I'm going into New Hope that day anyway, to vote against Negan," she told him.

"Yeah. Do you think Shane is any better, though? He's under Negan's thumb." Daryl scoffed.

"I know, I saw it. But he's trying to do better, and he's the only other option," she said.

"He made it illegal to carry guns in town, did you know that? Gotta check them in at the hotel or jail or you'll be arrested. Man's gonna get himself shot before the election." Daryl informed her in his usual deep, throaty way.

"Well, I hope not, because if he does, you're going to have to run for the position. I can't live under Negan's authority, and I don't want to leave." she teased, but she was half serious.

"Yeah, right. I can't see that happening," He told her somewhat sarcastically as he rinsed the tin plate he'd eaten his breakfast on and returned it to the camp cooks' supplies.

"You'd be surprised what people would do. You have more friends than enemies, Daryl Dixon." she stepped up close and looked up into those blue eyes of his, hoping for a kiss. He wrapped those arms of his around her and squeezed, lifting her feet off the ground. He put her back down and began heading for the stables to get Hoss saddled up for the day. Willow huffed a little but knew there was no sense in pushing for more, because Daryl would act on his own time and not one second sooner.

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"So, are you and Shane going to get married?" Carl asked after breakfast as Izzy and Judith got out the slate and chalk to practice letters and numbers.

"What makes you think that?" Izzy asked, not looking at the young man. She didn't care for the hopeful tone in his voice.

"Shane said you were," he told her with a shrug.

"Oh did he?" She asked, still pretending to be focusing on Judith's learning.

"Yeah," Carl said, putting on the old battered Stetson hat which had once been Rick's. He'd taken to wearing it to the jail when he went to work with Shane.

"Well that's news to me," she told the boy, putting on a calm, disinterested tone and expression. Inside she was a storm of emotion. "what else does Shane have to say?"

"When he wins the election he's going to make me a deputy. Officially," Carl informed her, his voice full of pride. Izzy did look up at this, she knew how dangerous it was and how desperate Rick had been to protect his only son.

"What, you don't think I can do it?" He challenged her. Izzy stood and looked Carl in the eye.

"I believe you will be every bit as good of a lawman as your father," she told him sincerely. He looked a bit shocked; he'd been braced for a fight. There was a knock at the door, and Carl answered it, expecting Shane; but it was Daryl.

"Hey, kid. Are you busy today? Thought you might want to do some rabbit hunting with me," he said. Judith jumped up from her seat to run out and throw her arms around 'Uncle' Daryl's legs.

"Hey, Judith, c'mere!" He smiled brightly at the little girl; this was a smile that seemed to be reserved for Judith. Izzy had never seen him smile in such a way for anyone else. He picked her up by the hands and spun her in circles as she giggled with delight.

"Well, I was going to the jail to help Shane," Carl said, sounding conflicted. Hunting rabbits with Daryl was a rare and precious invitation.

"Hey, are you talking about me, young man?" Shane asked lightly as he approached. "Cause I swear I just heard my name."

Judith reached up to Daryl asking to be picked up, and the man obliged without a second thought. His eyes were on Shane distrustfully.

"Morning, Daryl." Somehow Shane made what was, on the surface, a polite greeting sound more like a threat.

"Shane," Daryl grunted, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

"I was just saying I was going to the jail with you today. To help clean the shotguns." Carl explained. "Daryl asked if I'd go shooting rabbit with him."

"Well hell, that sounds a lot more fun than sitting at the jail with me!" Shane told Carl, placing a hand on the young man's shoulder. "Go get some, and we'll have rabbit stew tonight. All four of us."

Carl thanked Shane for excusing him from his duties and went to collect his fathers .22. Daryl put Judith down and withdrew a carving from his pocket, a toy horse he'd whittled.

"Come play animals with me!" Judith demanded, taking Daryl by the hand and leading him to the breakfast table where there were several other such carvings he had made for her.

"Good morning," Shane said quietly, leaning in toward Izzy in an intimate gesture. She returned his smile shyly, that strange tangle of emotions in her belly returning as it always did when he was nearby. The way he looked at her made her excited and nervous all at once. What had started as humoring her father had taken on a life of its own? She was starting to think her father was right - the man who was here, actively trying to woo her was the one she should be with. There were no guarantees Rick would choose her if he remarried, he'd never set his intentions, although she had felt a profound connection. What she felt for Shane was different, but not unpleasant.

"Good Morning," she greeted him with a soft smile. "Are you hungry? I have more flap jacks than we needed."

"How could I say no to a pretty lady cooking me breakfast?" he grinned and sat at the table. While Izzy prepared him a plate, Shane picked up one of the animals to play with Judith. He made funny noises for each of the animals and had Judith giggling madly.

"Would you like some as well, Daryl?" Izzy offered.

"Naw, I already ate," he replied, rising from the table as Carl returned with the small caliber rifle.

Izzy wished them luck with their hunt as they left the house. Shane ate his breakfast quickly, complimenting it when he was done. Judith yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"Are you tired?" Izzy asked her.

"No."

"Well, why don't you go get your dolly and rock her? I know she's tired," Izzy suggested. Within moments the girl was asleep in the rocking chair, and Shane carried her to her bed for a nap as Izzy finished cleaning the kitchen.

Her heart began to race as she anticipated what Shane would do once they were alone. The stolen kisses between then had become dangerous; he'd started making advances that she knew she was supposed to rebuff - but how could anything as nice as that be bad?

She didn't have to wait long. As soon as Judith was tucked in, Shane stepped up behind Izzy and wrapped an arm around her waist. His other hand moved her dark hair away from her neck and he kissed her there, on the spot he knew made her tremble.

"Marry me, Izzy. Your father said yes already. All you gotta do is say yes," he told her, whispering it in her ear. She closed her eyes. So it was already decided. She knew with her father's determination to see her married and Shane's intensity she would not be able to resist for long. As he kissed her neck, reaching up to cup her breast with one hand while holding her fast around her waist with the other arm, her will to hold out vanished.

"Yes," she whispered breathlessly. "I will marry you, Shane. Si." Shane smiled against her neck before turning her to face him.

"Yeah?" he asked, an excited gleam in his eye. "Yeah?" he asked again when she nodded. He beamed with joy.

"Yes!" she laughed at his excitement. She'd never felt so important to anyone before, it was a heady feeling. Shane buried his hands in her long, loose hair and kissed her in a way he had not often kissed her. He left her breathless as he ran his hands over her whole body, down her back, and cupped her under her butt. She felt a warmth and hunger she was entirely unfamiliar with.

"Izzy, I don't want to wait… I want to be with you. Like man and wife. Now, today," he told her breathlessly.

"Here? Now? We will be man and wife soon," she said, though her voice was not nearly as determined as his. As he unbuttoned the top of her dress and slid a warm, calloused hand inside to brush up against her nipple she felt that hunger grow. She knew she was meant to wait, but the intensity of Shane's passion was overwhelming.

When she did not object further, he scooped her off her feet and carried her back to Rick's bedroom where she allowed him to undress her.

"You are the most beautiful creature God has ever created," Shane told her as he took her in with his eyes. He stood before her shirtless, his muscles were well-defined and her heart pounded in anticipation.

Shane pulled back the quilt and Izzy sat on the bed, watching curiously as he finished disrobing. Though she had seen baby boys born, she had never seen a man naked before. Once again came that mix of excitement and fear.

Her heart fluttered in her chest as Shane slid into Rick's bed beside her, taking her hand in his own and guiding it down to touch him, guiding her fingers to grasp his manhood as it grew harder with her touch. Her breath came too fast now, her pulse no longer racing with excitement but instead nervousness. She looked at Shane's face, and the intensity in his eyes told her it was too late to change her mind. As he ran his hand up along the inside of her smooth thigh, she closed her eyes and tried to think of things that made her feel safe. She shuffled through happy memories, but none seemed appropriate - until she thought of Rick's smile.

"I'm gonna take care of you. I'm going to be a good husband. A good father, I promise." Shane whispered in her ear as he slid his middle finger into her and she tensed against his touch. "I'm not going to hurt you, princess," he assured her as he bowed his head to suck on one dark nipple. Her skin was like silk under his touch. As he added a second finger and delved deeper she bit her lip and closed her eyes again.

Now it was Rick's hand touching her. Rick's beard she felt against her skin. When Shane settled his weight between her legs, it was Ricks's blue eyes she looked up into rather than keeping her eyes closest tight. Shane took her hand in his, interlacing their fingers on one side of the bed, their arms resting above her head. With his other hand, he eased himself into her until he met resistance.

He took her other hand in his now, holding her hands pinned above her head and squeezing gently as he pushed further. She bit her lip at the burning feeling of being entered for the first time.

"You're ok, it hurts some the first time but it'll get better," Shane assured her as he continued to push against the resistance. She imagined Rick's voice - that sweet, slow Georgia drawl, as Shane continued, "You feel so good, girl. You feel like heaven."

As she replaced Shane completely in her mind and it became Rick spreading her legs and begging for entry she relaxed and she felt a warm, wet gush between her legs and a burst of sensation unlike any she'd known before.

"Oh.." she breathed as her body yielded and she was filled with him.

"That's it," Shane breathed heavily into her ear as he began to move, sliding almost out and then back in with long, slow strokes. She thought of Ricks narrow hips as she opened her legs further and Shane sighed and slid deeper into her.

As he picked up his pace, she saw Rick's face when it was full of intensity, the way he clenched his jaw when he worked hard on a problem in his mind. As Shane neared his finish she thought of those clear blue eyes and the pain and discomfort dissipated and she knew what it could be like, this intimate act between man and wife. Shane grunted loudly, the noise becoming a long, low moan and she felt a pulsing throb inside of her. He stopped moving entirely, breathed unevenly for a moment, and then pushed himself up to look down at her.

"I didn't hurt you too much?" he asked, his eyes full of genuine concern. Tears sprang to Izzy's eyes but she blinked them away. She couldn't define the mix of feelings overwhelming her. She felt happy to be so wanted, but guilty now about how she had imagined another man, and deeper down there was a feeling akin to grief. Grief for the loss of hope she had held out that it might have been another way.

"No, you didn't hurt me," she assured him, and he kissed her softly.

"I love you, Isadora Walsh," he murmured against her mouth and she smiled slightly too.

"I love you, Shane," she told him, hoping she could make it true, one day.

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They rape the skull so we can't think.

-And are held down by noise.

They rape the outer vagina so we can't breathe on our own.

-And have to sit with their man at the time of choice while being held down.

They torture the heart so we can't see clear.

-So they can dominate their realms and living dreams of life.

They rape the ass with men.

-So we don't respect them at all.

They rape the eyes with souls of dead nasty tattooed girls.

-Because they conquer their money and withdrawal symptoms.

You know how I know it's wrong? You know how I know they're wrong? I was bisexual. I would admire women so distantly from myself. Clear in my body to make physical decisions. To love a man and slowly learn love for a woman... Shower is to be expressed with women. We find a sense of bitter quietness and alone time. Something we'd only ever share with other women like us, like something far from a locker room? When are they gonna make up their minds and do something worth meaning something. Something not to be shared with men? The way the soap would hold my body and the way it holds the body of another. The way the water talks from God and establishes a sense of security in being watched blindly. You know how I learned I was leaning hard into bisexuality? When men started sharing. When they started seeing eachother. When they would place a woman or women in the middle of their conversations. When my only sense of safeness in my body was in the arms of a woman. When the only way I could express myself was in the heart of a doctor. It hardens my heart to feel like men and women will bully my idea of security. When women and men scold me and tell me to share my supposed to be silent sexuality. Like I'll never be bisexual again. I'll never experience true sex again? 😪 I'm tired. Exhausted. My means are exhausted. This is to be the body. And this is to be the flesh. I'm a child now for my beliefs. I am just insecure. I'm frightened by the sex of others because it is not the sex of myself. At 28 you shouldn't be having to prove your bisexual vagina. Your straight vagina. If you are feeling extra lesbian today why would you share that with a complete stranger? A stranger at all? It's hypocritical. To feel offended in the way these people envision life. Why would I get comfortable here? Why would I force myself security that isn't mine? To retrain myself over and over. Hey over here, our CLASS IS FULL were walking vaginas. Tomorrow our kids are gonna be learning to hang from jungle gyms from their skull. How neat. 🤔

child sex. Adult child sex. Almost 30 and my only classification till I get my teeth handled or fixed is adult child? I'm cryinScreamin... my ex is 40 somethin. Like we don't share a home together? I'm supposed to climb up the mountain time and time again to my child and his house. 👋 hey I'm still here. Bitching about personal freedom.

Adult Kids these days are off chains in their back yards dreaming about any possible thing that comes to mind. A fence is a fence. A bike is a bike. A tree is a tree. They really just have such peculiar things to envision about what lies in front of them. They're allowed to use it for an hour. In our time thats 3 days. After they get a new water bowl it's onto punishment for the 45 seconds they thought of jumping off their dog house. 62 seconds about how they jumped up for a ball that almost hit the sky. 45 minutes about the food trashed in the yard. Another 45 minutes for the sex with the neighborhood Colly... 'They were just talking about last week when they strolled the block with their plastic machetes and fake cigars. 😒 like it wasn't sex at all...... 2 seconds for an eye glare from a fuzzy in their eye. Now onto the plushed pillow in the house. Scattered with invisible feathers from the cat on the line. But still these parents insist its the adult dogs fault. Why are those peddles all over my tub? Did you do this? Like cmon no one else was in the house. Why did you peddle my tub? Because I had a sense of security. I was envisioning smoother skin. Someone told me do it. Lol. This life.

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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Hey so um if req are open can you do Hannibal Lecter with a age regressing s/o and they start throwing a tantrum like they threw their drawing on the floor after ripping it up saying it’s ugly and then they maybe refuse to clean up their toys and stuffies I’m just curious how he’d react to that.

Please and thank you in advance

PAIRING: Hannibal x Age Regressed Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 619

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

Trigger Warning(s): Age Regression | Tantrum | Punishment - spanking | Aftercare | Amused/Unamused Hannibal | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love! You didn't specify gender, so I went with female I hope you don't mind, it's a little easier for me to write for unless requested otherwise.

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It's been brewing all day. With a stomp of your foot on your ripped into a million-piece drawing, you begin to pace, walking over the pieces of paper, stomping, and growling. Little did you know Hannibal was behind you, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe. 

"What are you doing? You've ripped up your picture? Why?" He asked.

"It was ugly! It was hidious! It was all wrong!" You yell.

"Well, that was no reason to rip it up."

"Yes, it was!"

"No, now you've made a mess."

"So!" You proceed to stomp on it, staring at him, using the ball of your foot; you twist it left and right as if smashing it into the floor.

"Now, now, Y/N, none of that." He shakes his head.

You look at him dead in the face, and you begin to jump on the ripped pieces. You pick up another drawing you hated and start ripping it up, snarling, growling, and ripping it into even smaller pieces throwing them to the ground. Shaking his head, he walks over to you, trying to not laugh, and tilts his head. 

"And how does that make you feel, Love?" 

"Don't get funny with me! It is ugly! And I don't care I made a mess!"

"You should be a good girl and clean it up."

"NO!"

"No? Really?"

"Yes! Really! I. Said. No! No! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!" 

"Well then..." He rolls up his sleeves and begins to walk over to you. Gripping your arm, he pulls you to the couch, bends you over his knee and begins to tell you why he's about to punish you. "You don't yell, you clean up your messes, and tantrums are not going to get you very far. You're going to count to five." 

Angry, you try and fight, but you know that will make things worse. Growling, he gives you a hard whack. Muttering, you begin to count, but he asks you to be clear in your words. Because "Good girls don't mumble." You hear in your head. You begin to cry after clearly speaking the number three. And full-blown tears by the number five. 

When he is finished, he stands you up, fixes your dress and looks over your face. "Now, pick up your mess, and meet me in the bathroom." He tells you, cupping your face and kissing your tears. He smiles walking away. Looking over at him as he walks away, you let out a soft breath, wipe your nose with the back of your hand and begin to pick up your ripped papers, throwing them in the trash can by the door on your way to the bathroom. 

On your way up the stairs, you hear the bathtub running, and you hear him humming. Walking in, you see he got it all set for you, with bubbles, and your favorite rubber ducky sitting on the edge of the tub. Looking over him, you step in, close the door, and he helps you undress to get in the tub. Letting out a small sigh, you look over his face, and he helps you into the tub. Once settled, he helps you wash, and with special care to your hair he smiles. Sitting there he quickly towel dries your hair, braiding it and moves to sit on the small chair across from you as you relax in the tub. 

"And how are you feeling now, Love?"

"I feel... okay." 

"Well, to be expected. When you're done how about we make dinner?" 

You give a small nod and let out a soft breath, sinking down in to the tub with your rubber ducky in hands, letting everything sink in.

"Good girl." He kisses your forehead.

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Knowing Better

Fanfic • Agere • Steven Universe • hurt/comfort • light warning - depiction of bad mental health period, bath • reluctant regressor!Steven, supportive mom! Garnet • AO3

《 Sudden Inspo!! The introduction may be inspired by an existing fic but I don't remember which one, if it rings any bells lmk!! 》

"Steven, you can come out now."

He should have known Garnet would catch him. All Steven wanted to do was hide until this awful feeling went away, until he could just stop crying and act his age, but he should've known that wasn't going to happen. He knew Garnet, but something about her felt so unfamiliar right now. Everything felt unfamiliar.

"Steven, I'm not going to be mad at you."

He should've known that too. There was no way Garnet would ever judge him, but his mixed up brain was so scared she would. He couldn't stop picturing it - get it together Steven! You're a crystal gem, act like it!

He felt the tears continue to stream down his face as he tried to stifle his whimpers. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Somehow he was only making it worse. He rocked himself back and forth in the closet, feeling trapped by the mountains of laundry he hadn't gotten the energy to wash. This stupid feeling had stopped him from getting anything done for days. How could the gems not be upset with him? He was upset with himself.

He heard a light rustle as Garnet knelt in front of the door. He could feel her presence there, and despite it all it was comforting.

"It's okay, Steven. I'm here, it's okay."

He felt her hand on the door, and he desperately wanted to push it open and jump into her arms.

What was he, 2? He shouldn't need his mom-gem-whatever to rock him back to sleep, to take care of him. He was grown, he could handle it (despite the evidence to the contrary all around him). He shouldn't be bothering her with this.

"We want to be here for you Steven. I know I do."

Garnet must've rested her head on the door, she felt closer and he felt warmer. He could hear the smile in her voice.

"Please, Steven?"

...

He couldn't help it any longer. He pushed open the door and fell into Garnet's arms. She scooped him up immediately, hugging him tight in her lap. They stayed there for a while, Garnet rocking Steven back and forth, letting him cry into her shoulder. It was silent in the room except Steven's sniffles, and Garnet's gentle hums.

Before he could realize, Steven was up. Garnet hoisted him onto her hip, carrying him down the stairs to the kitchen where she gently placed him on the counter.

"When was the last time you had water?"

Steven racked his brain and could not for the life of him find an answer. The last few days all blended together into mush, he wasn't sure if he'd gotten up at all. Garnet hadn't waited for a response, a sippy cup full of ice water placed in his hands. His sippy. It was old, but his favorite. It had lions on it.

"Ln..."

He babbled, face pressed up against Garnet's shoulder as she held him again.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're so smart,"

He smiled, closing his eyes and sipping the water, now fully realizing how long it had been since he'd had any.

Now they were in the bathroom. Garnet leaned down to the tub and drew a bath, with some calming bubble stuff Connie had gifted them. Steven sighed as the aroma filled the air, feeling his muscles untense for the first time in days.

Before he knew it he was surrounded by warm water and bubbles, enjoying the feeling of comfort surrounding him. He really needed a bath, yet another thing he had unknowingly neglected. They were one of his favorite things, especially when small, evidenced by the small fleet of bath toys Garnet placed among the bubbles. He smiled and laughed, batting them around as Garnet washed and combed his matted hair.

Once he was dry Garnet set Steven on the bed in his towel to find some pajamas. Pearl would probably have a set ready, but Garnet didn't keep a walk in closet in her gem. She rifled through Steven's clothes and breathed a sigh of relief - at least his pajamas were clean. Steven had a favorite pair, his soft star bottoms and his dad's old shirt. They were the only thing he didn't refuse to wear while regressed, and it was nice to see they were waiting for him.

Now that he was bundled up, Garnet made quick work of changing the sheets. It was probably for the best, there were enough crumbs for a small colony to subsist on. The only ones clean were some older sheets of Steven's, they had Cookie Cat on them, which he was very happy about. He played in the sheets as Garnet gathered every spare blanket and comforter in the house, building a little nest for Steven to rest in.

For the final touches, Garnet looked around for Steven's little comfort things. His pacifier, his bear, his music box. While she was setting up she noticed Steven's eyes wander to the window - where lion was patting his paws against the glass.

"You can come in you know," Garnet laughed, opening the window and immediately feeling the avalanche of cat.

Steven giggled and clapped, and lion took his place as the biggest pillow in the bunch. Garnet cuddled up too, laying next to Steven and petting his hair.

"All better, Steven?"

He snuggled into her, eyes closed and content. That was all the answer she needed.

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you can do a fem Pyrokinesis reader x mirabel

I hope you like it my dude, sorry if it's not the best I just got back from camping and it's midnight, not saying I don't post most of my stuff at midnight but still, hope you enjoy.

It was supposed to be a dark and cool night, with a cold breeze running through the streets, a new moon in the sky and a clouds covering the stars but the raging flames that surrounded you ruined it, almost every house was lit up with a dark red glow and if the villagers couldn’t see your light they could certainly feel your heat. After a year of having your family in Encanto everyone learnt that the best thing to do when they felt a sudden and intense heat with unusual colours covering everything was to stay away.

You were sat in a field with a scowl covering your face and surrounded by five metal tubs that were filled with wild red and black flames, you were about to let out another eruption when you hear her, “hey guapísima,” looking to your right you saw the extravagant girl, who was so stubborn and full of love, she was somehow able to become your best friend and your girlfriend, standing behind the flames waving at you, burying your face into your arms you waved back, “hi,”

“What happened?”

“...”

“Alright come on, let’s go play cinco huecos,” huffing you stood up and grabbed ahold of Mirabel’s mitted hand, “that’s my sweet girl,” after pressing a kiss to your nose she began leading you back to Casita with her swinging your connected arms back and forth. A huge smile growing on her face as she saw the almost instantaneous change in colours and temperature, everything now bathed in a beautiful blue and a soft red and the cool breeze returning, chilling everything that once burned with rage, “was it your mamá again?”

“hrrr,”

“She really expects too much of you,”

“I know, she constantly tells me that my emotions are a danger and that I need to keep them ‘under control’, how am I supposed to do that!?”

“It’s not like your fire even hurts, unless it’s negative or purposeful,”

“All she has to do is not piss me off!” a nearby bush erupted into black flames as you screeched, Mirabel came to your side, wrapping you in a tight hug and whispering reassuring words to you, waiting for the burning bush to be extinguished. As she whispered to you, you found yourself sinking deeper into her touch until your head was laid against her hair, “thank you, I didn’t burn you did I?”

“Nope you’re just warm, a good warm too, keep this up and I’m keeping you tonight,” pulling one of your arms out of her grip you nicked her glasses and placed them on yourself, “well then come on princesa, I want you to at least get one win before we go to bed,”

“Oh you're on,” she ran off with you right behind her, a trial of bright yellow flames acting as your footsteps.

“Will you two shut up- my marmalades! (Y/N)!” there was the once senorita princesa perfecta, jumping down to the bottom floor of Casita with a vine and rushing to the orange flowered bush, “I swear I will beat you into the ground if you burnt them,” grabbing Mirabel’s wrist you pulled her up the stairs with Casita carrying your coins behind you, “you singed them!” pushing Mirabel into her room you created a wall of fire in front of her door, ensuring it didn’t touch any of the nearby wood but there wasn’t any way for Isabela to get inside, “you can’t keep this wall up forever you inferno,”

“Try me princesa,” you heard her groan from behind the door and then the harsh steps of her feet, the house fading into eerie silence after a slammed door, “is she gone?”

“I think so but just incase stay behind me princesa, I can’t have you hurt,” turning around you grabbed her hand, giving her a twirl before pulling her into your arms, “mi héroe,” she wrapped her arms around her your neck, pressing her forehead to yours, “feeling better guapísima?”

“Mhmm,” smiling she pulled you towards her bed, the two of you flopping onto it side by side, as you nuzzled into her chest Mirable saw her room light up with beautifully pink flames that filled her room, holding you close she planted a final kiss on your hair “goodnight,”

“Nighty nighty,”