#lotsa snippets

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🛞🫦🩴🎶🔥🎀 please !!!!!!!!! —@evanbuckleymylove

Aww! YOU ARE MY HERO. What a lovely ask to get. I needed an excuse to work on some WIPs, or at least dust them off and look at them again. So this came at the perfect time, just what I needed! Here's what we've got:

🛞: ("5 Times Eddie Offered Stability and Support, and 1 Time He Was Just the Third Wheel")

Tommy puts his face in his hands and lets out another whine. He says something, so muffled that Eddie can't understand him.

"What was that, buddy?" Eddie asks, comforting him not unlike how he'd comfort Chris. He rubs a firm hand down Tommy's spine. "Couldn't quite make that out."

He lifts his head a little. "Eddie," he says, voice trembly and tear-clogged, roughened with the flash of shitty, overpriced beer Eddie'd bought just for him. He is both very drunk and very sad. "I miss him."

"I know, man." He gives his back another rub.

"His eyes."

"Sure, those are great."

"How he'd... he always talked 'bout really interesting things, you know? That he'd learned?"

"Yeah, I'm glad you think so."

"I miss..." He sniffed. "I-I miss..."

"Hey." Eddie gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Go ahead, get it out. What'd you miss?"

Tommy's face crumples and he sobs into his hands. "Eddie," he says, strained. "Eddie his dick was so big."

"Wha---oh, for fuck's sake, man, I told you already! I don't need to hear about his dick!"

"But it's--"

"If you give me a number in inches I swear to God, for your next beer you're shotgunning a Miller Lite."

Tommy makes a sound like a dying bird.

~

🫦: (filthy buddie smut, gratuitous appreciation of buck's tits) This one is actually complete and posted to ao3! (I need to take it off the list.) (...should I post this fic on its own? I haven't posted/promoted it here.)

work them out at the gym, dive in and take a swim

~

🩴: (post-BT break-up, Karen and Tommy developing friendship)

Karen was already regretting this, and she hadn't even spoken yet. She grabbed her wine glass and cleared her throat. "I'm not saying you're wrong, Buck," she said, looking at him across the table. He wore the same hangdog look he'd been wearing--since the break-up, really, his hands in his lap and his shoulders slumped and the lines on his face wearing in. "I just..." She shrugged and lifted her glass, readying a sip as soon as she'd said her peace. "I get it."

"You... you get it?" Buck asked. He sounded confused, maybe a little hurt, and he shifted his big body in the chair. "What do you mean?"

"I'd kind of like to know that, too," Chimney said, though unlike Buck he kept his voice carefully neutral.

They'd talked about it a lot, and there were things Tommy had told her in confidence that she would never tell. This, though, his side of the story? She had no compunctions being honest about how she felt. "I just mean." She paused and then sighed. "If I had been in his place, I'm not sure I would have made a very different decision."

"Wait." Hen turned in her seat, leaning back to take a long, dismayed look at her wife. She tilted her head, and Karen wasn't sure exactly what emotion was registering there, but it had to be something close to disbelief. She shook her head, things clicking into place. "Tommy is your new pottery friend."

"Yep." Karen nodded. "Tommy is the new pottery friend."

~

🎶: (toxic Buddie hook-up, Buck still pining Tommy, inspo: SZA's "F2F")

“Eddie,” he says, and his voice is pitched into a whine.  “I’m fine.  Okay?  I’m great.”

“You’re not fine, Buck.  You’re anything but fine.”  Buck’s hands, settled at his waist, grab fistfuls of his shirt.  “Hey.”  He shrugs his shoulder.  “Hey.”  Buck finally looks up at him, his face wet and his eyes red-rimmed.  Eddie feels a knot high in his chest.  “No one expects you to be fine, okay?  You’re hurting.  You lost something–someone you cared about.  You’re allowed to grieve.”

"I don't want to... to grieve," Buck says, and Eddie feels like sirens are going off inside him. Buck sniffs. He tilts his head down and lifts to shoulder to wipe his snotty nose on the sleeve of his shirt. Eddie knows he'll regret that later. "I want to forget. Fuck. Eddie." He grits his teeth and looks up until their eyes meet. "I want to forget."

~

🔥: When Buck had first gotten together with Tommy - when he’d first seen him, with his no-nonsense haircut and his Carhartt jacket and years-old work boots, he had… made some assumptions. And sure, yeah, he knew that wasn’t fair, but he also really didn’t expect to be wrong.

He’d taken one look at Tommy and - after figuring out that his admiration was as much about wanting to sleep with him as it was befriending him - he’d drawn from a wealth of experiences from all over the country (the world even) and had concluded that Tommy was probably strong, solid, and really boring in bed.

Or not boring, that wasn’t fair. And he didn’t know Tommy’s experiences with his other partners obviously, but he’d met a lot of guys with that specific look before. He’d slept with a lot of their dissatisfied ex-girlfriends before. He figured that Tommy, as considerate as he was, knew how to take care of a partner, had all the basics down, but wouldn’t venture into any new territory. So Buck figured he’d let Tommy take the lead and guide him through his first gay sex experience, let Tommy feel good and strong and competent (which he was, and Jesus Christ was that hot) - and then Buck could put his many years and many partners worth of experience to good use and take the reins. He would lead them into uncharted territory as things got a little more adventurous.

Turns out, his assumptions were very, very wrong.

Because that was not what happened. Tommy was a considerate partner, yes, and he was also responsive, an active listener, curious, flexible, and willing and eager to try things out. He was way more experienced with a lot of things that Buck hadn’t expected, too, because oh wait—

Tommy was also an absolute freak.

~

🎀: (established BuddieTommy, focus on T/E, Eddie princess treatment, exploring lingerie)

The next gift Tommy doesn’t warn him about.  He and Buck are both at Eddie’s, about to leave for their own afternoon date.  Buck and Eddie are talking in the living room, when Tommy excuses himself to go out to his truck.  Eddie doesn’t think anything of it, and neither does Buck apparently–or at least he doesn’t give anything away.  Tommy comes back in without drawing any attention to himself, and goes to the back of the house.

Buck’s wrapped up in whatever he’s talking about–and Eddie’s trying to pay attention, he really is–when Tommy clears his throat.

“Time to go,” he says, cocking his head towards the door.  “You can finish talking about spinner sharks later, Evan.”

“Oh!  Yeah, sorry, Eddie, we have to go.”  He starts to dart off and then, almost stumbling over himself, comes back to press a big, messy kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth.  “Bye!  See you!”  And then he’s off.

Tommy chuckles warmly, hands in his pockets as he makes his way over to Eddie with a slow, quiet stride.  “He’s adorable, huh?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, giving Tommy a shrug and a quick grin.  “No idea what the hell he was talking about, though.

“Spinner sharks.”  Tommy tells him, indulgent and fond.  “They corkscrew out of the water through a school of fish when they feed.”  He laughs at the expression on Eddie’s face and then leans in close.  “Don’t worry about it, baby.”  He grabs Eddie’s chin and presses his mouth in a firm, spine-tingling kiss against Eddie’s cheek.  “We’ll see you later,” he says, breath a warm gust against Eddie’s skin.  “Be good while we’re gone, okay? And.”  Tommy straightens up and his eyes go dark.  There’s an expression on his face that Eddie can’t quite read.  “Have fun.”

“Uh yeah,” he says, nodding as Tommy shoots him dual finger guns and then wanders out after Buck.  “I will.  Bye!”

He listens as the truck starts up.  Before they pull out of his driveway, though, his phone vibrates in his pocket.  He pulls it out and to his surprise he sees a message from Tommy.  

T:Go check out what’s in the bedroom.  I left you something special, Princess.

~

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perhaps I will start guitarposting. one day . for funsies

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↳ Index [Snippet #37 - Pierced]

“When Jungkook’s lip ring finally healed and you can’t resist each other anymore.”

Genre: Smut, married life!AU

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, switch!Reader, it goes from Dom!Kook to sub!Kook to Dom!Kook, tattooed & pierced!JK, he’s got his lip & nipples pierced, he ties his long hair together nfdnf, muscle & strength kink, lil bit of thigh riding, sex outside on a sun bed, messy oral (f.receiving), some biting, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, she rides him to an orgasm, body hair kink aye, she smothers him with her tits, nipple sucking, lotsa drool, subby boy tears, dirty talk, praise, a lil bit of degradation, he has such a lose tongue, they are very horny & needy & just wanna fuck, cuddly aftercare, they are in love!!

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: there is no thought behind this drabble. it’s a crime that i never wrote about his lip ring until now. enjoy besties, this was created from the depths of my pussy 🧡

You are in the little greenhouse in your garden when Jungkook comes home. Your tomato plants, which you and Jungkook have carefully raised from infant seedlings to healthy six foot plants, are finally starting to flower and you are currently making sure that no bugs or other insects nibble on them. Yes, you are very protective over your tomato plants. 

After reading an article about self-sustaining living, you developed an obsession with growing as much of your food as possible. You asked Hoseok for help – given how he is already a complete expert at it – and Seokjin gave you some tips as well. Jungkook called it way too time consuming at first, but soon gave in with a fond smile. He even helped you build the greenhouse and soon after, the plant growing fever took a hold of him as well. 

It was when the first of your tomato seed experiments grew a little sprout. You can still remember how Jungkook called you in the middle of your shift with the great news of “babe, you won’t believe what just happened but tomato number ten just grew a sprout.” It was a truly exciting day in your marriage. 

Now come early summer and all your vegetable and fruit plants are thriving, ready to be pollinated and later carry fruit. 

The glass door opens and Jungkook steps inside. 

“Hey there.”

You turn, placing the sheers down on your working table. 

“And?” you ask him, eyeing it. 

There was something else new in your relationship. It was on Jungkook’s body, his lower lip to be more exact. A small metal ring close to the right corner of his mouth. A lip piercing. 

It was a well-thought-through decision of his’, one you completely support. Not only because it is his body and he can decorate it with whatever he wants, but also because you always had a gist that he would look amazing with a lip piercing. And you were correct. He looks so handsome with it. Truly, each day you fall more and more in love with this man. 

The only downside came with the healing. No touching except for when he has to clean it. That is what the piercer told Jungkook. Which meant no kissing and truly, it left you feeling unbearably needy for him. Eight long and grueling weeks of not being able to kiss your husband. It sounds like torture and it truly was. Especially because you and he were so used to kissing all the time. Soft little morning pecks, sweet goodbye kisses, the relieved smooch of comfort after a long work day, sleepy kisses, desperate making out or the loving surprise kiss throughout the day. You and your husband love kissing. So to be unable to feel each other’s lips for eight long weeks felt like torture. You tried to kiss him one time, but that ended in Jungkook yelping up in pain and bleeding a little. You apologised a million times with tears in your eyes whilst he assured you that it wasn’t your fault and after that, you never tried to kiss again.

Today however, you hope that he comes bearing good news. 

“And? What did he say? Has it healed?”

Jungkook steps closer, but stays silent. 

“Talk to me, I can’t take the silence” you whine, shrugging off your gloves. 

He takes another step. 

“Come on, tell me. I wanna know”, you stress, stomping your foot. Truth was, you have been sitting on needles the entire day, wishing for his quick return. All you did today was take care of your garden and think of Jungkook’s kiss. If he doesn’t answer you soon – or take your face to kiss you stupid – you will burst. You can’t bear the longing anymore.

“Kookie, please tell me”, you plead, staring at his lips. 

Jungkook breaks the last of the distance between the two of you, cups your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. 

Your knees buckle, a moan slips past your lips. Everything that was wrong is right again. The world finally starts turning and colour returns to your universe. You are kissing your husband! You tilt your body back as Jungkook presses himself into you, your arms hook behind his head. Holy fuck. Yes.

You grab a bundle of his long hair, twisting it to the point where Jungkook moans into your mouth. Or perhaps he is moaning because all he has been craving was your kiss. Driving home from the piercer with news of finally having healed sitting heavily on his heart was torture. All he wanted to be was to be home with you and have you in his arms. Eight weeks without your kiss and Jungkook had reached his breaking point. If he had to live without your kiss for even one second longer, he would have actually combusted.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, breathing just as heavily as you. He didn’t want to break it, but air was sparse in his lungs. Fuck, if he could live on only your kiss, he would. But alas, he has to breathe, running his hands over your face as if it was the first time he ever touches you.

“I missed you”, he whispers, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“Me too, Kook. More, kiss me please.”

Jungkook obeys gladly, kissing you so deeply that nothing could separate the two of you. His strong arm slings around your waist, pressing you into his body. His long fingers close around you, reminding you why it is so nice to be touched by him. He does it with so much tenderness, but also with just enough strength to let you know that he was there. That you were his' and that he intends on never letting you go. 

You run your hand down his torso until you can touch his waist. He shivers and pushes you until the back of your legs hit the edge of the work table. Like this, he can cage you in and keep you right there with him. Not that he needs to do anything for that. You want to be with him. This is all you crave. 

You gasp for air again. Your faces are barely apart. His cock is hard. Well, not completely but still swollen enough that you can feel it poke your tummy. You grind yourself against it, feasting on the desperate whimper he lets out. You are so turned on yourself. Your desperation is soaking your panties. His kiss and loving touch does that to you.

“Fuck”, he chuckles breathily, “you’re messing with me.”

“I can feel it”, you sigh, “I’m so wet too.”

“It’s been too long.”

“Kook, just fucking take me.”

“Jump.”

You follow instantly. Jungkook catches you safely, tensing his muscles just for you. You fucking love to be in his arms and feel him tense. It gets you so fucking wet. Moaning his name, you cup his face and pull him into a kiss.

The walk back to the house gets difficult, but Jungkook wouldn’t want it any other way. These few seconds without your kiss where you talked felt like torture. He needs your faces to literally melt with each other. He missed you so goddamn much.

Jungkook manages as far as the terrace and then he has to drop you. Not because you grew too heavy for him, but because he needed you so bad that it got impossible to walk. So he sets you down gently, massaging your hips. He breaks the kiss, holding your hips to grind you against him. He makes sure to lift his leg so your pussy was grinding on his thigh. You whimper because of it, looking up at him with glassy, droopy eyes.

“Koo…”

“I need you to lie down, baby”, he rasps, “I fucking can’t wait any longer.”

“The sun bed?”

“Yeah, please. If you want.”

“I want to. You?”

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about you the whole drive home ‘course I fucking want you”, he says and pushes his thigh against your pussy, making you moan, “please. Please lie down for me.”

“You’re so hot, fuck”, you say and step back. You waste no time getting naked. You would have to fumble with your clothes later either way. It’s better to get it over with now and safe yourself the trouble.

“Fuck, sweetheart”, Jungkook moans, watching you with heavy eyes. He tongues his lip ring, driving you mad with it.

You step out of your sundress and panties and finally lie down on the sun bed. You give him a sensual writhe, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

“And now?” you ask him.

Jungkook takes off his shirt and shorts. He knows that he won’t be needing them anymore. His cock is completely hard, slapping against his toned stomach and leaking the prettiest droplets of excitement.

“So pretty”, you whine, “Koo, I want you.”

Jungkook takes his heavy cock and jerks it twice, “you can”, he lulls, falling to his knees in front of you. He grabs you by your ankles and tugs you to the edge even if that makes you squeak and later giggle.

“This was so much fun”, you squeal.

He chuckles, eyes glued to your glistening pussy and hands running along your inner thighs, “you’re so cute”, he says and pushes gently, nudging your legs open so he can lower himself to your pussy.

“Oh?” you squeak, tensing up, “o-oh”, you relax in a shudder, arching your back seconds later, “holy fuck.”

Jungkook growls against you, gripping your waist to give it a needy squeeze.

“I missed you”, he moans, “holy fuck, you’re heaven”, he adds and buries his face back in your leaking cunt. He doesn’t think about cleanliness right now. He is messy and sloppy and fucking dirty in the way he eats your pussy and he wouldn’t want it any other way. He can finally have you again, taste you, feel you, experience you and make you moan so fucking sweetly. Eight long weeks without your taste. Jungkook never wants to experience such agonies again. He felt like an addict denied of his favourite drug. And now he needs to be covered in you. It is all he needs.

“Slow please”, you beg with trembling thighs, “Koo, you’re too fast oh god.”

Eight long weeks without feeling his tongue. Bear in mind, you weren’t abstinent from each other. You still touched each other, made the other cum and found yourselves lost in deep rolls of your hips. It never felt truly fulfilling of course because you weren’t able to kiss, but you weren’t completely abstinent from each other. So you shouldn’t be that sensitive right now. But you are. His tongue feels like paradise. A paradise which is currently making your legs shake like there is no tomorrow.

He is so sloppy in the way he eats you out. His tongue can’t seem to stay at one place for too long as greed for more of you always keeps it busy. His lips are sucking and kissing every inch of your pussy until she feels all puffy and sensitive. You can feel his lip ring whenever he closes his lips around you. Hard, thin metal, hot from his body and your pussy and incredibly maddening to experience. There is this little grinding sensation whenever he uses his lips on you. You can’t get enough of it, reaching down to twist his hair.

You mess it up the point where it hangs into his face and gets stuck between his lips and your pussy.

“Baby”, he breaks away, “stop tugging so much, you’re messing up my hair.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so good. Don’t stop, please”, you whine, tugging him closer. More of his hair falls into his face. Jungkook chuckles and with a gentle shake of his head, shakes off your hands.

“No, please”, you beg, trying and failing to reach for him.

He leans back. You look at him with a big pout. It gets washed away instantly as you watch him use his teeth to take off the black hair tie from his wrist. He keeps it tangling between them, staring at you with half-lidded eyes. His lips glisten in your juices, his lip ring is wet from your sex. He reaches behind his own head and combs his hair back. His tattooed, sculpted arms flex and tense as he works, making you whimper because all you need is him. All of him. You need him so bad.

Once he is happy with the style, he holds up the ponytail with one hand and uses the other to get the hair tie. His arms pulsate and flex as he secures it, his chest stretches in the position, his nipple piercings practically beg for your attention.

Jungkook finally finishes the ponytail, giving you a taunting smirk. He is aware how into the little show you were.

“Kook please”, you beg, opening your legs for him.

“I’m obsessed with you”, he growls and grabs your hips. He spits on your pussy only to smother himself with you a second later and slurp up the mess he just made. He uses his entire head for the movements, changing between sucking your pussy and grinding the flat of his tongue against it.

“Kook”, you mewl, reaching for his hands. You know that you can’t hold his hair anymore. He made sure of that when he tied it back. But you still need to hold something of him. He makes you shake so much that you need to hold him for encouragement. He allows you to intertwine your fingers with him, running his thumbs over your skin in a soothing manner. It almost feels like mockery, how gently he soothes you while his mouth makes you shake so uncontrollably. A mockery you enjoy to the fullest because you get to hold Jungkook’s hands and that’s the best thing ever!

“You have no idea how much I needed this”, he rasps, letting his voice vibrate against your clit, “I want you to cum like this, baby. It’s all I need.”

“Soon”, you keen, squeezing his hands.

“Mhhm, baby”, his deep voice makes your thighs shake, “you make me the happiest man.”

And with that he disappears in your warmth again, giving your hands a squeeze and growling into your pussy. 

You fall apart on his tongue mere moments later. Everything felt way too good. It is all you needed to be fulfilled. 

You sob his name as you climax while Jungkook licks your clit through the fire and squeezes your hands. 

Seven times you convulse and tense. Seven times you lose control over your limbs. Seven times and then his tongue feels like too much.

“Break”, you beg him and Jungkook listens. 

“Good girl”, he praises, kissing your clit as a reward. You are still pulsating. Jungkook wants more, but knows not to overstep. 

Instead, he kisses his way up your recovering body, sucking on your nipples when he reaches them. His big hands cup your softness, massaging you gently. It feels so good to be touched this way.

“Kook”, you mewl softly, tangling your fingers in the hair he left outside. He has so much of it that it still easily hides your hand. The softness of it soothes you like nothing else. Jungkook contrasts it by giving your left nipple a soft bite. It stings, making you keen in pleasure.

He purrs, letting your sensitive bud slip from his teeth just so he can drag his lips up to your face. His lip ring tickles wherever it touches you, leaving you to writhe and whine.

“Look at me”, he says once he is eye to eye with you.

You follow instantly, cupping his cheeks because all you needed was to hold him.

“You did so well for me”, he praises, smiling softly, “but I’m not done with you.”

You whimper, arching your back.

“You made me hard and you gotta be my good girl and take care of it. Yeah?”

You nod your head vigorously.

“That’s my good girl, I knew you wouldn’t deny me”, he says and brushes his thumb over your cheek, “can I get comfy and then you ride my cock? Mhm baby? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Koo”, you say, trembling in anticipation.

“Thank you, baby. You have no idea how happy this makes me”, he says and rewards you with a kiss.

You moan deeply, hooking your arms behind his head just to make sure he can’t escape. He tastes like your orgasm. Sweet and intense. You want to lick it off of him. He tastes so good. Holy fuck, you need this kiss to never stop.

Jungkook is halfway on the sun bed this way. With one foot he is standing on the ground, while he has the other pulled up on the sun bed, resting his knee between your legs and grinding you against his skin. You’ve got him all sticky and wet like this. Jungkook gets off on the feeling like an addict.

“Koo”, you whimper and wiggle away, “Koo, it hurts. Too sensitive.”

“Hurts?” he lessens the pressure, “I’m sorry, baby. How’s that?”

“Good. Doesn’t….Kook, please fuck me.”

“So needy”, he teases and smiles cockily, “fine, let’s switch places.”

Your places are swapped within seconds. The sun bed is big enough that it can house Jungkook and you comfortably. Your knees have enough space to rest beside his hips and you could even spread them wider if you wanted to. Soft cushioning gives you enough knee support as well. The black fabric has been warmed up by the sun, but it feels comfortable on your skin. 

Jungkook falls back and yelps up.

“What’s wrong?” you gasp.

“Ponytail. Uncomfy. It’s poking my literal brain”, he says and sits up. You have to be honest, all you did was stare at his toned abs as he did. They were bulging and shifting like crazy. They still do, because Jungkook opens his ponytail with both hands, using his abs to keep himself lifted.

He is the sexiest man alive.

You reach out and run your fingers over the ridges of his abs. The scorching sun and your body made his skin burn up. The faintest layer of sweat has collected in the valleys of his abs, now sticking to your fingertips and getting spread all over his silken skin.

Jungkook watches you with hungry eyes, lifting himself just a little bit more to make his abs bulge even harder. You gulp, grinding your pussy down on his thick thigh. You are so wet, Jungkook can feel it. Adorable, he thinks, you aren’t even aware of how much you stare.

You dance your fingers down his abs until you reach his happy trail. Jungkook has never been a hairy man. He has his healthy amount of leg and arm hair, can grow out his pits and always keeps his bush well taken care of. But other than that, he has never been one particularly hairy fellow. So his happy trail is faint and you like to call it pretty, but it’s there. Even if just a little bit, it’s there and you are currently dragging your nails through it and Jungkook feels himself shiver at the sensation. You add more fingers once you reach his pubes, burying them deep in them just so you can scratch along his skin. His cock throbs because of you, leaking desperately.

Your eyes finally flit up. They are burning in fiery hunger for him. Your fingers still play with his hair, scratching him just above his cock. He smirks cockily.

“I wanna bounce on your cock till you’re begging me to stop”, you rasp and grab the base of his cock.

His smirk drops as his lips part in a gasp. Jungkook writhes because of how harshly you hold him. The pressure goes straight to his balls, keeping them from leaking any more precum for you.

“Fuck. Sweetheart”, he moans and throws the hair tie to the side. He finally drops down, gripping your thighs to the point where his fingertips dimple your flesh. His hair spreads on the cushion messily. Strands of it fall into his face.

You lift yourself and position your pussy over his cock. You give your clit a soft spank with it, sending a jolt through Jungkook’s legs.

“Ready?”

“Uh...yeah? What a ques-”

You sink down on him in one go.

Jungkook throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut.

“-fuck!”

“Mhhm Kookie baby….you’re filling me up so well”, you moan and begin bouncing on him. You don’t need to get used to him. He fits you like no other. All you need is to fuck yourself senseless on him and steal his sanity while you’re at it.

Jungkook moans loudly, his hands slip to your waist to hold it. He doesn’t guide you. He doesn’t need to because you know what you are fucking doing, but also because he has no strength in him to tell you what you should do. Once he’s on his back and got you on his cock, he is your fucking slave. If you want it fast and rough? Jungkook is happy to get wet and sensitive in your perfect cunt. If you want it slow and deep? Jungkook is more than happy to grow as big as he can and whimper your name. You want his orgasm quick? Jungkook just hopes that he can breathe between all the moaning he has to do. You want to drag it out? Fuck, he’s going to suffer but he’s not going to complain for even a second. He’s your little sexdoll and you can get yourself off as you desire.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck”, he chants, feeling his brain pound behind his skull.

“You’re so big Kookie baby, I can’t get enough of you”, you moan, leaning your weight on his tummy. You know that he can take it. His abs are rock hard under your palms, convulsing each time your cunt meets the base of his cock and your ass slams down on his thighs. “it’s like you’re made for me. My pussy can’t get enough of being drilled by you, baby.”

“Don’t please”, he begs, “either fuck me or talk, don’t do both”, he whines.

“Why?” you chuckle.

“Cause together is too hot”, he mewls, rolling his head to the side and squeezing your waist, “I’m getting fucked so good”, he keens with his voice pitched in utter pleasure.

“You’re adorable”, you say, sliding your hands up his torso until you can rest them next to his head. Like this your tits bounce all into his face, “open your eyes, Kook.”

Jungkook obeys and sobs your name, reaching for your tits instantly just to press them together and bury his face in them. He sucks and licks and kisses, using way too much spit for it which makes it all the more addicting. You know that once he is done, your skin will be covered in sensitive spots where he sucked for too long and your nipples will be throbbing. Just how you like it. You arch your back to smother him even further and stick out your ass. His cock curves in this position, grinding over your favourite spots inside with each movement.

“That’s it, suck my tits. You’re such a hungry little baby”, you taunt him as you wiggle your hips on him in a skilled rhythm. The kind which makes his toes curl and forces him to make the neediest little sounds into your tits, “so good baby, you’ve got the best fucking cock.”

He is stuck on your right nipple. You know that he has no control over it. You are scrambling his brain. He can’t think. Nor move. Sucking on your nipple is an instinctive, dumb reaction to getting his cock bounced on. This isn’t something he does willingly, it’s the only way he can take what you give him. And it’s starting to hurt. Jungkook sucks with such vigour that it’s getting uncomfortable.

You tug him away with a harsh grip on his hair. His spit drips all over his lower face, his eyes open. There are tears sitting on his pretty, dark lashes. His cheeks are flushed pink, his gaze just that little bit droopy.

“I have another nipple too, you know?” you say, “use your brain to think.”

His cock throbs inside you and leaks angrily. He squeezes your waist, curling his toes.

“You’re so mean”, he presses out and arches his back.

“I am? Oh baby, I’m sorry”, you coo, “you know that I don’t mean it.”

Jungkook whimpers and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue. You know that he is asking for your nipple. But you are in a teasing mood.

You lean down and lick his tongue before you wrap your lips around it to suck on it to the point where he moans into your mouth and scratches up your back. The sensation leaves a slight burn behind and forces you to growl into him like a needy animal. 

Jungkook swears that he is going to pass out. You are messing with him way too much. He expected anything but this. Maybe he should have expected it. He is married to the nastiest, most amazing sex goddess after all.

You release his tongue with a purr, claiming his lips next. The kiss is deep and messy. Tongues dance with each other in an unidentifiable rhythm, teeth manage to clash together every so often which results in you giggling and moaning into the other and your lips can’t seem to get enough of feeling the other’s. His cock feels a million times better now that you are kissing him. You don’t feel the need to give him ruthless bounces anymore. Just deep grinding. The kind which shifts his cock inside you and always keeps it pressed to your favourite spot. Your clit grinds against his tummy this way as well. The pressure and his warmth are enough to send a constant stream of electricity through your veins.

Air is sparse in your lungs. You gotta breathe. You break the kiss. Both of you pant for air. Just ten seconds of distance. He uses the time to hold onto your shoulders, you use the time to twist his hair. His lips call you back. You kiss him, concentrating your attention on his lip ring area. Your tongue traces the metal ring, your lips kiss and suck it and you even dare to tug on it with your teeth as carefully as possible.

“Holy fuck”, his talking forces the piercing to slip from your lips.

“What’s wrong? Hurts?” you ask.

“That feels incredible”, he says.

“Mhm. Yeah?” you flick your tongue over it, “not gonna lie, kinda obsessed with it.”

“Just kiss me, mommy”, he whines and hooks his fingers behind your head.

“Did you just call me-”

“Shut up”, he interrupts you and pulls you down into the kiss. He keeps you close with his nails scratching over your scalp and his puffy lips chasing your kiss. He props his feet up on the sun bed and thrusts up into you.

You squeak, falling to your elbows this way. Your tits squish against his chest, rubbing against his nipple piercings and making him whimper. Your sweaty skins melt together. He took over, now slamming his cock into you in a deep and hasty rhythm. You convulse on top of him and break the kiss just to hide away in the crook of his neck and wail his name.

He hugs you against his chest, burying his nose in your hair.

“I love you”, he growls, “holy fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, you squeak, “Kook, Kookie, Jungkookie oh god baby.”

“I fucking love this pussy”, he grips your ass and uses the leverage to move your hips on his cock, “shit, you feel so good.”

“Oh god”, you sob, “Kook, this making me cum.”

“Yeah? Good”, he spits and moans squeakily. Despite his rough fucking and harsh grip, he moans cutely. His voice is all pitched and breathy, barely wanting to come out from how messed up you got him. The contrast is making your head pound.

“Holy fuck, I’m close”, you get out, “fuck, your cock’s so good. Fuck baby, fuck.”

“Same, fucking same”, he growls, “don’t hold back, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Deeper.”

Jungkook tenses his thighs and fucks his cock as deep as he can go.

“Yes!” you wail, starting to convulse on top of him as your body prepares for the messiest high, “yes! Yes! Yes!”

“That’s it baby, take my cock. Take my fucking cock, you’re doing so good. Oh fuck, I’m gonna nut so hard”, he is rambling. He always does that when he gets too lost in you and his mind is running on nothing but you, “gonna fucking cream your sweet little pussy, god I want you so bad. Fuck baby, you drive me insane.”

“Koo, I’m cumming”, you mewl and break apart, clutching him for dear life as your veins fill with fiery ecstasy.

“Yes baby, fuck holy fuck”, Jungkook’s voice changes in pitch, he barely gets the words out, “oh fuck, you’re squeezing my cock like crazy. God, I love you. My princess, keep cumming, that’s it.”

You have to be honest, you barely take in what he says. You know that he is talking and it’s making you so wet that he barely manages to stay inside, but his words don’t really stay in your brain. You are so far gone in the blissful embrace of your orgasm. He makes you feel just way too good.

“Oh god, baby I can’t hold back anymore”, he mewls and squeezes you tightly, “___!”

His hips drop and still, his cock throbs inside you and the loudest squeaks leave him. You can feel how his hot cum shoots up your pussy and how it’s leaking out of you because you’re milking him like crazy.

Still delirious from your own orgasm, you grind on him messily and without any sort of rhythm. You just want to make him feel good and be with him for as long as possible.

Your bodies naturally slow down. You know each other so well that it is your bodies’ instinct to stop once it turns from pleasurable to uncomfortable. Messy grinds turn into barely there rocks of your hips, these turn into the occasional clench of your walls until even that stops and you are resting atop his chest while both of you are panting for air.

You don’t need to talk – hell, neither of you could – as recovering with each other is already enough to comfort you.

Once those seconds turned into minutes and Jungkook’s softened cock naturally slipped out of you, you are the one to finally break the comfortable silence.

“So that just happened.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing his palm up and down your back, “fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck”, you agree, “that was amazing.”

“It was fucking incredible”, he says and laughs again.

You join him because it feels good to laugh with him. Especially after sex.

“So uhm”, you say, nudging his neck with your nose, “wanna talk about the M-bomb you just dropped?”

“Shut up”, he whines, “I had your tits in my face and you were so sexy, it slipped outta me.”

“No don’t apologise, it was hot as fuck. You just never said that before”, you say and giggle, “you’re cute, baby.”

“Mhhm, it’s ‘cause you messin’ wit’ me”, he lulls and hugs you tightly, “always makin’ me feel so good.”

“Yeah same. You make me feel so good too”, you say and lift your head just so you can finally look at his face. He looks as ruined as you feel. It’s the sexiest look on him, “I’m already obsessed with the lip ring.”

“Yeah same”, Jungkook says, licking over it, “now I gotta think of techniques to use it on you when I eat you out.”

“Mhhm that sounds like fun”, you say, tracing it with your finger, “I can’t wait to explore it with you.”

He smiles, scrunching his nose up. He is so happy when he’s with you. You feel the same. He’s the best thing in your life.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - Little Sister - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Here comes a new challenger...

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

The Black Cat, equidistant between the Rumbler's Den and the Nymph, was a stewpot of blue lightningfire.

Jinx's hair just about stood on end; her first entrance past the doors and a peculiar sense of homecoming—or maybe its inverse?—zigzagged down her spine.

The place was a constellation of doppelgangers. Jinxettes and Jinxos, baptized-blue and crooked-fanged, all massed in under one roof. Nameless and legion: they cherished only one thing.

A heartful of chaos, and an eye on the horizon.

The music was pure champagne: spilling over in a foam of techno and crystal-cool vocals. Bassline like a sonic boom. Bodies swaying in sync. The conversation crosscutting through the cacophony was less small-talk than shout-out-loud. Words didn't travel at these decibels; the syllables got lost en route from lips to earlobe.

It was just noise. Mouths moving faster than the speed of light, punctuated by solar flares of laughter.

"...lovesdakiddelicious..."

"...gotanycigs..."

"...ILOVEUPPERS!."

And at the heart of the delirium:

Jinx.

No longer the lost girl longing to fly away, but a queen come home.

She cadged a fizzing bottle of Powerade off a crowded table—bubble-spicy and flame-blue. The swigs scalded, but in a good way, like chugging liquified marshmallows straight off the campfire. Most of the crowd were already three sheets to Shurima. Others were glowy-eyed, touchy-feely: aphrodisiacal strains of Shimmer infusing their veins.

One of them, a trippingly tall Vastayan made even taller by a coif of bright-azure braids, slunk within shouting distance.

"Your hair's soooooooo rad!"

"Thanks!"

"Wish my fur got that sheen..." With a flourish of nails like mirror shards, the Vastayan carded a hand through her tuft. Pink roots peeped through the blue. "...what dye d'ya use?"

"No dye. Just lotsa gunpowder!"

"Hah. That's a hoot."

The Vastayan, mistaking veracity for wisecrack, chortled. Jinx got a packet of wasabi crisps for her trouble; plus a little plastic square of fairydust. White with pink dots, promising a jolt of euphoria so potent it'd shame a thunderclap. Jinx palmed both, though she quickly doled out the latter to the next rando who crossed her path.

She couldn't stand nose candy; set her sinuses afire and makes her sweat bullets.

Last thing Jinx needed was for her firepower to get soggy.

At an indoor shooting-range set up in honor of Zaun's Blue Baddie, Jinx flexed her trigger-finger. The dummies, spray-painted with ultraviolet death's heads, were designed to spring backwards once hit. As Jinx squeezed shot after shot, they became her puppets: each one potted one-two-three in precise sequence, before pinwheeling into splinters.

Her marksmanship won hoots, cheers, and finally applause.

"WOOOH YEAH!"

"ALLLRIGHT, GIRLFRIEND!"

"GOT AN EYE ON YA!"

Jinx met each whoop with a fey curtsy; each toast with an extra shot; each whistle with a flying kiss. When the real crackshots, muscling their way into range, challenged her to a rematch, Jinx called for a whole fucking keg as tribute. Then proceeded to trounce each punter with a quickdraw that'd give the great Zilean himself a double-dose of vertigo.

"You," groused a man twice her age with biceps like meat melons and a gold-tipped canine tooth, "ain't human."

In reply, Jinx flipped him two birdies. He just laughed, clapping her on the shoulder.

"Eh, no hard feelings. Better a pro beatin' me than some rookie sludge-punk. Buy a round for ya?"

"Got my eye on somebody else!"

"An' is he worth waitin' on?"

"You bet my... well, Jinx's... bottom bullet!"

A hearty guffaw, and the meathead slapped her ass en route to the bar. Jinx riposted by snatching the air-gun from another player's holster and zipping off a smart ping that sent him diving for cover, while his friends at the bar erupted into laughter.

Jinx's own smile, tucked between her teeth, split wide open.

They weren't strangers, this lot. They were her own.

In the surreal glow of a back-alley gumball machine spewing rock candy, cherry cordial and gobstoppers, Jinx fed coin after coin, treating herself to the sugar-boost and deep drags of the smoky night air.

The leftovers, she divvied up among a passel of sumpsnipes loitering nearby. Her sweets vanished in seconds, crushed between sharp young jaws. As Jinx taught them how to string lollipops into a garland for a hat, she spied Billy swooping overhead, wingtips cutting black crescents over the smokestacks.

One bell to go, Jinx thought.

The sumpsnipes, cheering, scuttled off. Their little leader waved farewell before scaling a drainpipe to follow his posse up the rooftops, where refrains of Get Jinxed floated in ebbing waves. None of them had a clue their anthem's namesake was the one who'd stuffed their pockets seconds prior with loot.

And it didn't matter.

What counted was the glint in their eyes— the knowledge that tonight was theirs to keep.

A good run was shaping up. Jinx, idling back against the gritty brick wall, let the bloom of light sweat and heat radiate off her skin. She was reaching the sweet horizon of buzzdom: where inhibitions loosened and nerves jived. She needed it; nervousness had a way of curling her toes in their boots.

Soon, she thought.

From the shadowed corner, a voice drawled, "I don’t know if I should get the camera or the cuffs."

Jinx pivoted.

The speaker was a girl, roughly her own age, lounging sideways across a few crates. Her posture, languid, nearly liquid, made Jinx feel as though she'd been poured out of some abstractly sensual honeypot. Like the rest of tonight's jet-blue set, her hair and brows were tinted cobalt: tribute to the Lady of the Hour. She had a pierced lip, a hoop dangling from her right nostril, and lots of tinkly bangles around each wrist. The standard-fare Zaunite duds—tight black baby-T, patched denim hot pants, patent leather thigh-highs—completed the ensemble.

Yet something about her eyes sent a tiny chill skittering up Jinx's spine.

"Cuffs, huh?" Jinx cocked a hip, popping the last gobstopper into her mouth. "Sorry, toots. Never pegged myself for bondage gear. Pun oh-so-intended."

"No?" Those too-old eyes gave Jinx a slow once-over. "Too bad. It'd look good on you."

"Or better off me."

The tart rejoinder earned a sly smile. It was hard to look away from the girl's eyes, though Jinx couldn’t tell what it was about them that set her sonar pinging. Maybe it was the color. Dark sclera, golden irises. Her trivializing face-paint—two hearts inked under each peeper—didn't undercut their intensity.

A predator's eyes.

Jinx stared. She'd never met this broad before. Yet there was a queer familiarity, like déjà vu in reverse.

She'd felt it once before. For another broad, whose eyes were also gold, and yet not really golden at all—they just seemed to attract and reflect all the bright rays flitting through the airwaves.

Except Mel Medarda had never made Jinx's hackles rise.

This girl? A split-second under her scrutiny, and the urge to shoot was building, insuppressible.

Jinx's instinct, failsafe, whispered:

Aim straight for the skull.

Jinx kept her exterior frothy as foam. "You from around these parts? You look new."

"Far from." Another sly-lipped smile. "Maybe our paths haven't crossed because we move in different circles."

"Circles, huh? We talkin' crops? Or circuits?"

"Whichever you fancy."

"I fancy a straight answer," snapped Jinx. "And a lot less mysterio schlock."

"And I'd love to give you less of one, and more of the other." The girl unseated herself from the crates, doing a slinking side-to-side towards Jinx. "But I doubt your father would approve."

"My father?"

"The Eye." Those golden eyes danced, slitwise. "Right now, he has you running in circles. Doesn't want you coming near my particular circuit."

Jinx said nothing. The girl came forward, with steps so small, so measured, that each boot-tip barely stirred a sound. Yet her proximity was overwhelming. The not-right feeling in Jinx's spine escalated from funny to downright wrong.

Whoever this stranger was, she was a big leaguer; and not in the way of chem-royalty or cartel matriarchs: steeped in swagger and studded in bling.

This was a different breed: sharper, sleeker, deadlier.

"I think," Jinx said, dropping her smile, "that I don't much care for circus clowns clowning me for kicks."

"That's why I'm here. To get the air nice and clear between us. Because soon, you'll set your sights on horizons beyond your father's reach. And spread your wings wider than even I can gamble on."

"The only wings are the ones riding your batty ass ragged," Jinx said, flatly. "And what d'ya mean 'soon.' What's 'soon'? Couple days from now? Couple decades?"

The golden eyes shone again, full of cruel knowledge. "Oh, it's already happened."

"Yep. Batty as the belfry."

"And you're late, little sister." That sidling sway stopped just shy of intimacy. "At least... in this thread of time."

The chill in Jinx's bones spiked. It was offset by a jolt of adrenaline tracing her spine, down to the coldness of the pistol tucked into the belt at her lower-back, its shape hidden in sheaves of fabric. The pistol she carried everywhere. The pistol that went warm now. Empty chamber; live bullets. She hadn't fired it in a while.

She had no qualms firing it tonight.

"I ain't your damn sister." Puffpuff materialized in her palm; the safety disengaged with a lethally soft click. "Back up a smidge, sweetcheeks, and drop the riddle-me-this routine. Got somewhere I gotta be, so make it snappy: who're you and what're you after?"

Those odd eyes zeroed in on the pistol; the languid bearing shifted. No shock, but a secret respect. Just enough to turn that predatory prowl benign, dial down the tension from ten to five. She even added a tiny twist of smile, meant to beguile.

Jinx stood her ground.

"They know me by many names, Little Sister," the girl murmured. "Same as you. But you may call me the Wishing Star. A deal-maker. One who grants desires and paves paths."

"Neat-o manifesto," Jinx said, "for a cathouse. Zaun's got plenty, hon. Market's a mite oversaturated."

The smile twisted: amusement turned inward. "Your father would know a thing or two about that, too. Though, as a rule, it's not the sort of talk a man passes down to his daughter's ear. Or past her lips. At least not lips this pretty..."

Cool as ice, Jinx jammed the muzzle against the girl's throat. She fell still. Jinx could practically see the flutterbeats at the jugular.

"Since you've been payin' such close attention to my lips, dollface..." Jinx drawled, "take the extra trouble to read 'em in full. Keep up this charade, and it's one big boom, and a short hard splat. Our ginnels are no strangers to gunfire."

"True." The smile held. "Zaun is a city steeped in blood. Since time immemorial. Or is it time forward? I lose track sometimes."

"Yeah, well. Your time's up. Either spit out what you gotta say, or scram. Fast."

The muzzle dug deeper into flesh. Still those eyes held Jinx fast. The girl didn't flinch; didn't even blink.

"Who do you seek tonight, Little Sister?" she whispered. "And who, left to Fate's design, will you choose?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." The gun held steady. "On second thought? Who gives a rat's ass what you'd like. I've had enough of this yakkety-yak. Get to stepping, Scotch Brite. Otherwise I'll be blowing more'n birthday candles when the fireworks go off."

The girl's smile, at last, flattened. But she didn't seem afraid. More resigned.

"As you wish, Spiderweaver." The girl stepped back; the threat abated. "Our kind do nothing by halves, do they? Including keeping promises."

"Name's not Spiderweaver, and you're just about thiiiiiiiiis far—" Jinx held the forefinger and thumb of her free hand a millimeter apart, "from gettin' your brains spattered across the walls."

"It doesn't matter what I name you. What matters is that I warned you."

"Warned me of what, exactly? Besides the time-honored adage, 'Don't stick your gun in crazies'?"

"Time." Again the smile came. Just enough to send a prickle along Jinx's skin. "It is the favorite string of Fate. And it is winding itself around you, Spiderweaver. A web of webs. I advise you to watch your step. Lest the threads come tangled."

"Ugh!"

Disgust trumped Jinx's disquiet. Even the deja vu pancaked into the same sense of anti-climax as when Jinx, reeling from one too many cocktail-induced all-nighters, woke up in Viktor's workshop in the middle of a particularly steamy daydream about Ekko, only to find her guts skewered by nausea and her body propelled against its will straight into the nearest wastebin.

This whole exchange felt exactly like that. Deceptively promising on the surface; just crap underneath.

Jinx aimed: point-blank.

"See. This is the kind of tripe that comes with hanging with cultists too long. Loopy hokum, bogus prophecy and general lack of brain cells. I should know. Vik's cult of creepos get this way every Tuesday!" Her eyes slitted; blisteringly bright. "Now listen up, crazypants. One, don't ever call me that stupid name again. Two, stop pretending that fate, destiny and all that crap means anything between Jack and Squat in the grand scheme of my spare time. Three? If I catch you anywhere between my crosshairs again, your noggin gets blown to fine pink confetti. Ya get me?"

"I do." There was the barest tenor of disappointment in the girl's tone. It humanized her. Made her easier to dismiss. "I understand. Be well, Little Spider."

"Get bent, Space Cadet."

The shadows swallowed the strange girl's receding silhouette. Jinx's unease lingered.

She pushed past it. Hootenannies this hopped-up attracted all sorts: some cracked in the head, others just plain cracked. This gal had both sides of the coin covered, no question.

Jinx wondered if she was here alone, or on the clock for someone bigger. A messenger, maybe. Some shadowy threat looming behind the scenes.

Better keep on high alert tonight. If that meeting was a prelude, then trouble was sure to follow. Good thing trouble and Jinx's trigger-finger were intimately acquainted. In a city where chaos was currency, staying ahead of the game was a nonnegotiable.

And Jinx, pockets heavy with heat, kept her reflexes primed.

Distantly, the Old Hungry tolled eight o' clock. Jinx let each resonant gong dispel her funk. Tonight was not a night for carnage, however tempting the targets.

She had a different hunt in mind.

Over the rooftops, Billy spun dizzying circles. His dark wings folded sharp and sleek: he issued a single eye-splitting caw, then swooped away.

Coast Clear, he signaled.

Proceed to next stage of Operation Name-Day-Dicking-Down.

Jinx's lips curled into a smile.

[syckubota]

illustrated some comic pages based off some writing i have. sketches and flat ink process (alongside a long-winded info-dump) below :)

I'm a little shy about it, but I've been getting into fun self-insert stuff lately. Fallout 4 is truly a dating sim game...

The character in this comic is supposed to be fairly reflective of real-life me, but there's sort of an alternate-universe catch to them; They're like a time capsule of the me in October, 2024. So, there's certain bits of wisdom and knowledge, of which I that have now, that they don't. Essentially, they're prone to making blunders, and still have personal developments to make. I've been having lotsa fun exploring this concept!

The premise of my writing/story is that in another universe, on October 23, 2024, they wake up in Sanctuary Hills, October 23, 2287. This version of me is from our world, so they are heavily under-prepared for surviving the wasteland, and their only advantage is the fact that they have decent knowledge about the Fallout world (due to their fixation on it). They have to navigate this much more brutal environment, coupled with their personal vices and difficulties, including but not limited to the horror of being mysteriously ripped out of their own world. Their social-psychological struggles inadvertently leads to them deciding that lying about their origins was the best course of action. This alternate me initially white-lies about being a psychic, until it spirals out of control and they end up having to break the truth to everyone they've lied to. Nate is also released from Vault 111, and this alternate me has the honors of spoiling the Institute's grand looming scheme, after a bit of convincing.

The specific context behind this scene/snippet depicted in the comic, is that this alternate me hired MacCready, to not only have an experienced wastelander backing them up, but to also, hopefully begin assisting him with his struggles. They let it be known that they have (an unspecified amount of) knowledge about his life, but they still lied to him about where they were coming from, just how much they knew--and--their plans to help him. This me was also strongly in denial about their fascination and affection for him, so they were actively fighting a crush the whole time. They were hoping to help him and get on with their life elsewhere, and hopefully with someone else.

This alternate me planned to clear out the warehouses and to collect scrap for land development, with MacCready's help. They end up explaining a bit about their Minuteman-aligned land development goals, and unintentionally let on that they knew about MacCready's tragedy. When MacCready realizes this, there comes an awkward tension, because he is left blind-sided trying to process everything, and this me is extremely worried he took the information poorly, and may refuse their offer to help. This alternate me feels the need to be avoidant with him, and decides to get the job over with, the sooner the better.

However, since this alternate me was distracted with being evasive to their hired help, they had gotten careless, resulting in a heavily bleeding wound.

For further context, and before I continue, MacCready already sort of felt like he could resign his social-emotional walls to this alternate me. This was due to the fact that they already knew quite a bit about him, but didn't do anything to betray/exploit him. This alternate me also invited him to ask for whatever information he wanted back from them, to keep things fair and square. So, as a result, over the day he'd gotten to know them, he already felt some sense of kinship with them.

This leads back to this scene. MacCready simply offers to check and wrap up the wound (thus the vodka, rag, and bandages). This alternate me is already confused as to why he's being so friendly already, and they have some conversation, but it inadvertently leads back to the awkward tension they were feeling earlier; this alternate me comes clean about how much they actually knew about his life, and their intentions to turn things around for him, but they still hide the exact details of where they truly came from, unsure if it was the right time to do so.

MacCready understands. Taking their word, he truly believes this me was a person from his world, blessed with 'the sight', who was going out of their way to find the solutions to the near hopeless issues that had been eating away at him. Instead of feeling scorn or disturbance, he's glad to be understood, and have a way out of the hole he's in--it is an insanely cathartic thing for him, and he expresses his relief and gratitude accordingly. But this me knows that they were still lying to his face about their own past, and feels that their acts aren't deserving of such high praise. Instead of being able to fully appreciate his gratitude, they carry an immense guilt for their disingenuity, alongside deep humility about themself. There's nothing like being the cause of your own problems.

Anyways, TLDR: I turned myself into an original character and I'm torturing them here! 😁

to further explain why this alternate me didn't just stick a stimpak in themself so they wouldn't have needed help checking their wound:

stims are expensive. YES i know Boston is a stimpak trove but bro just got here...

stims were originally intended as healing aids, and this alternate me realistically needed stitches first. It was also the only wound they got; nor was it severe enough to call for one right away. YES i know that's not how the game treats stimpaks, though.

[tiredtriedfailures]

what are your favorite images/videos of kendrick? i mean obviously he’s always gorgeous but what pictures have you kicking your feet and blushing and twirling your hair ykwim

I WAS JUST LOOKING UP REF PICS WHEN I REMEMBERED I PLANNED TO ANSWER THIS BUT DIDNT IM SORRYYYYYY HERE WE GO

THIGHS. the way the clothes drape over him, this hairstyle, which will be shown more in more pics, and the lighting makes this pic a very good reference. dynamic.

love man-bun kennys man FUCK i miss long hair kenny like a motherfucker. lovely angle of his face, the pose is nice, the subtle bisexual lighting is always welcome, 10/10 no notes

damn i might be obsessed with man-bun kenny more than i knew my whole folder has lotsa these. he looked so good in LOYALTY tho didnt he. the romantic tension of that video really did grew on me with time.

2017 mtv kendrick i have feelings for you. mostly awe and envy but theyre still feelings come on

the layers the Neckerchief the braids he looks like the genius archeologist traveling to ancient ruins to solve a world ending problem in a movie

WOAH THIS IS ONE OF THE RARE ONES. SMALL BUN WITH SOME OF THE HAIR LET DOWN. damn does he look extra pretty here or am i just too kenpilled

does he look majestic or am i really too kenpilled. theres such royalty in him in this pic damn

cant lie this one is on here cuz beyonce adds such aura to this holy shit. im not even a beyhiver but this duo, damn. they ruled empires in the past

looks cute, dramatic lighting is nice, chest looks bomb

OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH THIS ONE. the shiny lips the pearls the scarf on the cap the earringgggg. AUGH AUGHHH

LOVE THIS ONE TOO. WHY DONT WE HAVE A PHOTOSHOOT OF THE MR MORALE HAIR WHY WHY WHYYYY

This fit and performance was so fire and IT was the reason i was knee deep in getty images btw. trying to gather all hq kendrick pics i could get my hands on for my Projects. the accessories, the clean suit...call this pic the YAWK YAWK YAWK YAWK the way im down

oh i have a few screenshots from the Jay Rock WOW cuz he was so gorgeous there. this time im not asking for confirmation, not doubting it, GORGEOUS. actually felt grief when i realized the looks from this video are not photographed, nor does he fuckin sit still in the video for a single sec for me to grab some good pics. if you wanna see my favorite kendrick videos just go to that one WOW edit hes. lord

i saved this twice cuz i like it so much. lil pirate. OH also i never mentioned but when hes adjusting his chain in N95 (? im p sure its it, black and white. idk) and he smiles kinda mischeviously, he reminds me of Jack Sparrow. just that 2 second snippet. just in there. its probably the close up beard and the air of playfulness idk

i told you i have more of these. and i still do im gatekeeping them. this one is so drawable tho god im getting the shakes the tingles. i just cant do em justice

this is from one of the silliest kendrick collabs, i talked about it before its Thats Me Right There where hes begging to hit like the worlds thirstiest man to a girl who sings all song about how ride or die she is to her guy. tragic, hilarious, i just paused IMMEDIATELY when this shot passed because of how beautiful his lips good. look. i mean how good they look. maybe i gotta go to sleep lamo am i yapping too much?

LMAO just WHAT are you wearing my guyyyy. the face and head are clear and the angle is interesting but what is that ATROCITY hes wearing lmaoooo. why did i save this. probably cuz of the expression, somewhere between a smile and curious look idk

okay okay thats all, i yapped long and hard, gave away most of my best pics. oh hey btw i hope tumblr doesnt mess with the quality cuz theyre all nice professional pics, from getty as mentioned lmao. sad we dont have the pics im constantly whining about, interesting clothes and angles, all sorts of facial expressions, showing off his face showing off his figure. so yeah. these are my faves, lemme know yours! dont gatekeep good pics from me what do you know i might actually draw kenny fanart if im inspired more than im scared

[the-gateway-to-madness]

WIP GAME WIP GAME WHEEEEEE

rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thanks for tagging me, @big4girl :D

i have like... 2 wips, which is great cause i don't know a ton of writers on here :'D

For The Good of All (current project)

One Equal Temper of Heroic Hearts (in progress, fully planned, but not actively being written atm)

i'm gonna say @goldenslumbersketchbook cause they do lotsa comics, and @writerqueenofjewels

if you have any specific questions about either of my wips please please ask i want to talk about them

Open invite to anyone who sees this to play the wip game too, of course :3

[avida-heidia-5]

AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!!! Thank you @kaossbells for the tag!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

WIP Title Game!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

This includes WIPs and too many "works I'm not ready to consider abandoned yet" from across various fandoms.

“For The Sake Of Nature - GL”

“Fine Fettle Vettel - GL”

“Absolute Honesty (aka The one with the bird!) - GL”

“As Drunk As A Finnish Brown Bear (Ch. 2) - GL”

“A Smooth Operator and His Kid (Potential ongoing series - NOT EVEN STARTED, ya lazy goon!) - GL”

“Some non-sexual yet horny Martian fic, I dunno! I’ll think of something soon! - GL”

“Brownies! (Lotsa brownies! And chocolate…and wine…etc etc) - GL”

The ones highlighted in bold are all works that are nearly complete.

I label all my files as GL as they are my initials. This is a habit I’ve held on to since I was in secondary school, and I still do it even when I’m not in school or at college. These files are all saved privately in my Google Drive…just sitting there…waiting for the day they are released into the AO3 plains.

I tag @wanderingblindly, @toastedtardis, @hurricane-heatt, and anyone else who sees this who wants to participate!

[wild-karrde]

For the WIP ask, blue?

An In Command snippet for you, dear friend (lotsa blue in there hehe):

The blue Jaig eyes from her dreams were staring back at her from the helmet that had landed on her foot.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

Send me an ask with a word guess, and I'll let you know if it's in any of my WIPs and post the snippet.

[redvelvetreel]

Still on the Griddle:

The prince threw his arms around the box, pressing his face against the plastic, “What’s in it? What’s in it?”

“Office supplies.” Edge knelt down next to Asriel, unlocking the box with that warm, fond smile he reserved for children. The child threw the lid open with obvious glee, grabbing fistfuls of materials he thrust at Edge’s face expectantly.

Edge didn’t seem particularly bothered, listing every item off as he pointed at it, “Paper, scissor, pens, folder, stickers, sticky notes, tape, ruler...”

Sneaking a picture with his camera, Stretch turned to the Queen with a big smile, “Oh, and Miss Mitt the Receptionist wanted to remind you that your meeting with the PICs representatives is...” He tapped at his wrist as though he had a clock, “Very soon.”

[reidsaurora]

"Dopamine" ~ S. Reid

GIF by teenwolf-theoriginals

Summary: Just some snippets of what the author thinks it would be like to take care of Spencer when he got shot in the leg (and didn't get any cookies)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Wife!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 2,152

Content Warning: based around Spencer's leg injury in S5, one scene takes place in a hospital, mentions of Spencer getting shot, sexual humor/references (sorta implied smut), mentions of alcohol and food, a light mention of painkillers, pretty sure that's it?

Genre: lotsa lovey-dovey Fluff... and a lil implied smut 😶

Extra Notes: AU where JJ became a profiler sooner than S7 lol // this started out with Y/N being Spencer's girlfriend but i changed it to wife since they probably wouldn't give Y/N FMLA time if they weren't married so if it says girlfriend anywhere, i apologize!

Based On: these headcanons by @radiant-reid

Takes Place: during Spencer's medical leave between 5x01 and 5x02

Originally Written: 04/18/2022

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

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"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬." - 𝐁𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐜

"Spencer!" Y/N shouted upon entering Spencer's hospital room. "What are you doing walking around?"

"I needed to use the bathroom," he answered, hobbling back toward the bed.

She placed her hands on her hips, knowing he was lying.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "OK, maybe I just wanted to stretch my legs."

Y/N sighed annoyedly. "Spence, you know you aren't supposed to be up on your leg without crutches."

"Well, maybe if that stupid doctor would stop taking all day to bring them in here," he grumbled under his breath.

"He's not stupid."

"He told me that 300 people in America get shot daily."

"And?"

"It's specifically 321," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh, well, sorry, Mr. Statistics," she chuckled.

"It's not funny!" he argued. "If you're gonna give your patients statistics, at least make sure they're correct."

Y/N held in a laugh as she sat down on the bed beside him. "Well, statistics aside, as soon as they bring your crutches, you're free to go."

"Yes!" he rejoiced, "The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I get the best medicine in the whole world."

"Which would be?"

He leaned in, placing a delicate peck on Y/N's lips. "Cuddles. But not just any cuddles, your cuddles."

"Can't argue with that," she smiled back as she ruffled his hair, silently praying for the doctor to walk in right then.

☆☆☆

"Did you know cuddles actually play a big part in not only your mental health, but in your physical health as well?" Spencer asked, looking up at Y/N.

Though she'd already heard this spill multiple times before (generally when he was sick), Y/N happily obliged anyway. "How's that?" she replied, continuing to play with his somewhat tangled, curly hair.

"Well, the first and most well-known benefit is oxytocin, known as the -"

"'Cuddle hormone'," she finished his statement.

"Correct. It's actually been known to help in many healing processes, and in times of stress, it's been known to balance out cortisol levels," he gladly informed her. "Cuddling also releases serotonin, which affects anything from your mood to your gut to your circadian rhythm. Having a balanced circadian rhythm is an essential part of the healing process since your body needs extra rest when you're sick or when you're healing."

"Mhm," she hummed, leaving a small kiss on the top of his head.

"Next is dopamine, which affects pretty much everything across the board. Now, in this case, it's good to release dopamine since it plays a big role in pain processing. Dopamine is sometimes called the 'pleasure hormone' since it plays such a big part in our brain's reward system. Now, one of the most commonly known ways to produce dopamine is-"

"Through sex," she answered, knowing exactly where this was about to go.

"Bingo," he snickered, looking up at Y/N with raised eyebrows and a suggestive smirk.

"Nice try, lover boy," she kidded. "I liked your serotonin fact better. You could use some rest."

"That'll work one day," he told his wife, almost matter-of-factly.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Not when you're sick, it won't."

"Well, anyway," Spencer commented, changing back to the previous subject, "It's good to make sure your dopamine levels are balanced and not too high, seeing as high levels of dopamine have been suspected to cause schizophrenia."

Y/N noticed a small frown appear on his lips as the room went silent for a moment. Quickly, she pecked his temple before mentioning, "Don't you wanna tell me about that last happy hormone?"

Spencer nodded, the frown slowly shrinking away. "As you mentioned, there's one last happy hormone. This one is endorphins. Endorphins are actually the molecules in the body that function as painkillers. Endorphins are most well-known for being produced through exercise, like running. The phrase 'runner's high' actually comes from the fact that running releases so many endorphins in the body that it starts to feel euphoric," he explained. "Now, another way of exercising that releases endorphins is…" his voice trailed off as his eyebrows raised once more.

"Spencer Walter Reid, you just got shot in the leg less than twelve hours ago. You need rest," she rebutted.

"We don't have to…" he stopped himself, opting instead for a hand signal instead of saying the words.

Y/N face-palmed, rubbing the stress lines on her forehead. "Thanks, Spence, I really needed the visual."

"Well, we don't," he argued. "We could always…" The reason was unbeknownst to Y/N, but he once again chose to not say the words. Instead, he opted for holding up two fingers with a grin.

Laughing out of sheer embarrassment, she replied, "Not after those visuals, we can't."

"But-"

"Come on," she pouted, patting the bed beside her, "My circadian rhythm is off and it's all because you won't let me get some sleep."

"Fair point," he replied, finishing his statement with a yawn. Spencer moved from between Y/N's legs to his own side of the bed, careful not to hurt his leg.

"Good night, dopamine," she giggled, giving him a short kiss.

"Good night, oxytocin," he smiled back, leaving another, longer good-night kiss on her lips.

☆☆☆

"Oh, you guys should probably bring clothes for all types of weather," Y/N informed all the team members present on the conference call. "Alabama weather is crazy this time of year. Highs in the mid-80s, lows in the lower-60s. Rain or shine. The heat index has been known to get up to over 90 degrees this time of year."

"Will do, Y/N," she heard Emily reply on the other end. Though Y/N couldn't see it, Emily's eyebrows furrowed as she asked, "Was that water splashing?"

"Uh-"

"Hey, make sure you get my scalp," Spencer's voice could be heard faintly over the BAU's end of the phone.

Not even bothering to move the phone which was wedged in-between her ear and her shoulder, Y/N sarcastically commented, "Thanks, Spence, I can always count on you to keep a secret."

"What's so secretive about washing your significant other's hair?" he rebutted. "By the way, you forgot to tell them about the humidity."

Blinking her embarrassment away, she mentioned, "Oh, yeah, Spencer wanted me to tell you guys that the average humidity this time of year in that part of Alabama is 72 percent," she informed the team, internally chuckling at what she must look like right now.

"Remind me to bring a raincoat," Rossi joked.

"Wheels up, guys," Y/N heard Emily say as she also heard the sound of her straightening her papers. "Thanks, Y/N."

"Hey, pretty boy! Don't have too much fun or you might strain that leg even worse," Derek giggled.

"She won't let me," Spencer pouted jokingly.

"Why are we having this conversation?" Y/N asked sarcastically, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Besides, shouldn't you be getting ready for the flight?"

"Ah, yes, gonna get me some of that southern hospitality." Y/N was sure Derek had a stupid grin on his face.

"I'm hanging up."

"B-" was all he could get out before Y/N actually hung up on him.

Spencer looked up at Y/N with an almost suggestive smile.

"What?" she asked, confused by his expression.

"Will you do that thing after we dry it where you massage my scalp while you braid my hair?"

She giggled, knowing how much he loved that part of their new routine. "I'll humor you since it always makes your curls look pretty," she commented, leaving a small kiss on his damp head.

☆☆☆

"OK, so they were out of those granola bars you like, but-" Y/N stopped mid-sentence after turning around to face the rest of the apartment. She nearly dropped her keys at the sight of their apartment.

It was then that Spencer came around the corner, carrying himself on his crutches.

"Spencer, you know you're supposed to stay off that leg as much as possible."

"I did. I used my wheelchair," he smiled hesitantly.

Y/N once again stopped to take in the scene: their apartment lit by dimmed lights and candles, champagne and pasta on the kitchen table, old music playing softly on Spencer's most-prized vintage record player, and finally, Spencer, who was dressed in Y/N's favorite button-down and his favorite tie.

"What's the occasion?" she blurted out.

"Nothing. I just figured it had been a little while since we had a proper date night that wasn't Chinese take-out or a drive around the city," he answered.

Y/N marched over to him, giving him a delicate but long kiss. "Spencer Reid, I don't know how I did it, but I ended up with the best man in the whole wide world."

"Really? Where is he?" he joked, pretending to look around the apartment.

She rolled her eyes as she bit the inside of her mouth. "If I wasn't afraid of somehow accidentally hurting you, I'd slap you right across the butt."

He pouted. "Come on, don't tease me like that!"

She giggled before changing the subject. "So, what's on the menu?"

"What I could salvage of the breadsticks because I got a little carried away, and chicken alfredo."

"You're gonna lie and say you made it when it's really that stuff I had in the freezer, aren't you?" she kidded, her hands on her hips.

He looked to the floor, hiding the red tinge that had just appeared on his cheeks.

"And somehow, you're the profiler," she laughed.

"JJ always said liaising required just as many profiling skills as being an actual profiler," he pointed out.

"Just means I'm good at my job," Y/N grinned, kissing him once more. "I'm starved."

"Me too."

And with that, the two walked off toward the kitchen, ready for a delicious dinner and a much-needed date night.

☆☆☆

As Y/N exited the bathroom, she found herself looking over to the bed. Sprawled out in a starfish position was Spencer, who appeared to be already asleep.

Y/N silently laughed to herself as she finished pat-drying her hair, tossing the towel back in the bathroom before finally climbing into what was left of the bed. "Spence," she whispered.

"Mmm?" he mumbled, looking somewhat in her direction.

She giggled quietly before asking, "Can you scoot over?"

He obliged, scooting over as quickly as he could without hurting his leg. "Thank you," he mumbled, still in his half-asleep state.

"What for?" Y/N chuckled.

Spencer rolled over to face her, a smirk plastered on his face and his eyes still shut. "For finally giving in," he grinned.

"Well, I figured I might as well. Think of it as a reward for your medical leave ending tomorrow, which by the way, I'm really sad about because I didn't ever want this month to end," she told him, placing a kiss on his lips. As she changed the subject, her eyebrows creased. "Hey, how come you're the tired one? I was the one that did all the hard work."

"Hey, my fingers got tired after a while," he answered, earning him a slap on the chest from Y/N.

"On second thought, maybe I'm ready for you to go back to work," she kidded.

Spencer reached up, leaving a lazy kiss on Y/N's jaw. "Good night, my love."

Y/N sighed contently, leaving a soft kiss on Spencer's head. "Good night, beautiful boy."

☆☆☆

"Welcome back, pretty boy," Derek smiled as Y/N and Spencer walked into the round table room. "And pretty girl."

Y/N smiled as she placed her things down. "It feels great to be back," she laughed, "You know, I never thought I'd get tired of our apartment until I looked at it for a month straight."

"How's your leg?" Derek nodded toward Spencer.

"I'm OK. Definitely wouldn't be as good as I am if I hadn't had this beautiful woman taking care of me," he said, kissing the top of Y/N's head before sitting down.

As Y/N moved Spencer's crutches, she turned to Derek to jokingly ask, "So, how was that southern hospitality?"

Derek smirked with a chuckle. "Got plenty of it, that's for sure." He looked over to Spencer with raised eyebrows, as if he were implying something.

"What?" Spencer inquired.

"You get any of that southern hospitality while you were gone, pretty Ricky?"

Y/N hid her face in her hands, afraid of where Spencer and Derek were going to take this conversation.

"Well, unlike Garcia, Y/N did bake me plenty of cookies and she took really good care of me so I'd say yes, I received plenty of hospitality while I was away," Spencer explained.

"Uh-huh," Derek replied, still smirking.

"However, I believe the answer to the question you're looking for is…" Spencer hesitated, just to annoy Y/N, "No, no southern hospitality. Though, I did get very acquainted with dopamine."

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞?" - 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚

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As always, small lil shoutout to @bfunsolvedboys for beta-reading and giving me all her input 🤗❤️

Also, I give full credit to Cate for this idea! This is based fully around her headcanons and I take no credit for that. This is just my fun lil twist on things but the credit goes fully to Cate!

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“When a thunderstorm forces you and Jungkook to take shelter in an abandoned barn and things soon turn very enjoyable for you and him.”

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Jungkook reads her a love letter, love making, lotsa fumbling and kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), grinding, sex in an abandoned barn, they may both be a little tipsy, they are just so in love

Wordcount: 9.9k

a/n: This was supposed to come out on Valentine’s Day, but then I had ideas for other drabbles and had to add them first lmao I am a mess. I hope you guys enjoy this warm, fluffy goodness with my comfort couple 🥺💕

"Come on quick!" Jungkook yells over the howling of the storm. 

"I'm trying!" you answer him, struggling against the slippery ground. 

The rain is soaking you to your bones, you are shivering. It is so loud. The trees surrounding you are close to breaking. 

Lighting strikes. Loud thunder follows. 

He disappears inside the barn. 

"Jungkook!" you scream, already feeling panic settle in your chest. 

The bike is so heavy. You don’t know if you can do it alone. Oh the rain is so cold. The storm is so strong. 

"Jungkook where are you?" 

Then like your knight in black leather he appears in the doorframe. He runs, shielding his face against the merciless rain. 

"Let me", he says, wrapping his fingers around your handlebars. 

"It's so heavy", you answer him, "Jungkook I'm scared."

"Don't be, go inside I'll take it from here", he tells you, pushing your bike up the hill with little struggle. 

Lighting strikes, from the sound of thunder it must have struck close by. 

"No I won't leave you!" you yell, clasping his tense arm.

Your eyes meet. 

"Then help me!" he yells back. 

You help him push, squinting your eyes against the cold rain. 

You and him had been on the bike ever since the morning, driving up the coast until taking a sharp turn to the scorching middle of the country. Straight roads, endless fields and the grey mountains were your backdrop for hours. You were on your way to his parents. It would be the first time he would see them again since he left home. He had been nervous the entire drive. You could tell from the restless fidgeting he had been doing at every rest stop or gas station you stayed at. You were nervous too, after all it would be your first time meeting them. 

You had been planning to arrive at their place this night but then this terrible storm ruined your plans. 

It was Jungkook, who found your shelter for the night.

"And one, two, three", the little step is finally conquered. Your bike rolls over the dry ground easily. You park it next to Jungkook’s.

Jungkook closes and secures the barn door in the meantime. He turns to you with a grin. He is soaked, so are you. 

"High five, that was perfect teamwork", he says. 

You high five each other. A laugh of relief leaves you. You feel so much more at ease already. Jungkook intertwines his fingers with yours after the high five and pulls you into his chest. He wraps his arms around you.

"That was something wasn’t it?" he says, rocking your bodies from side to side. 

"Yeah, it was really scary", you say, squeezing the life out of Jungkook’s waist. 

"You're still scared?" he asks and as if on command lighting strikes, making you flinch and yelp in surprise. You are sure you just broke all of his ribs by squeezing him.

Jungkook cackles and hugs you tighter. 

"Don't be scared sweetheart, I’m here to protect you", he coos. 

"I'm not scared", you whine, "it's just that the barn is really dark." 

Jungkook looks left and right. 

"Oh right, I haven’t even noticed", he mumbles, "well then", he slaps your ass playfully, "let's get to exploring."

Jungkook and you always have flashlights stored in your bike bags. You never had to use them before, but right now you are beyond grateful for them.

You and him split up. Jungkook takes the left side of the barn and you take the right side of the barn. It is obviously abandoned. The tools are rotting away and the stables which once housed animals, only sport an impressive collection of cogwebs these days. 

"My side's clear! How's it looking with you?" you call out. 

"Seems fine to me! No wait, holy shit no-" his voice cuts off. 

"Jungkook?"

Silence. You don’t dare to move. Fear had frozen you. The darkness creeps its fingers up your spine. 

"Jungkook?!" 

"-that bucket is missing its bottom, that's so sad", he finally says and you can practically hear the stupid smirk in his voice. 

You whip around. 

"Jeon Jungkook! Don’t scare me like that! I was ready to cry!" you bark, making him cackle like the little shit he is. 

"Sorry I couldn’t resist", he says, laughing like crazy. 

You stomp over to him and give his arm a gentle punch. 

"I will end you", you huff out. 

Jungkook simply cackles and drapes his arm around your shoulder. He pulls you into his side, kissing your temple in the process. 

"I like to see you try", he rasps, making you pout.

"Fuck you", you mumble, pinching his side. 

He squeaks and giggles, before he basically smother’s you in a big bear hug. It's his apology and it’s working. Oh how infuriating. 

"Don't worry darling, the barn's clean. Well, it's definitely not clean but it's safe", he says.

"Whatever", you mumble, "I'm still mad at you."

"Sowwy", he coos cutely, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck. 

"Mhm", you grunt, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

He presses a big smooch to your neck and straightens up afterwards.

Your eyes meet. You aren’t actually mad. You scoff before you chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. Jungkook grins boyishly.

"On another note, let's hope our blankets stayed dry. Come on, let's check", he says, leading you back to your bikes. 

As if it is a miracle, your blankets stayed dry. You lay them out hidden slightly from view in a corner. A big pile of hay and straw is surrounding you on three sides, your bikes shield you from the rest of the barn. It is your own little nook of comfort. Jungkook manages to strap your flashlights to a post. One next to you and the other facing slightly up to illuminate the ceiling. Like this your little nook is lit up so nicely.

"And what do you think?" Jungkook asks, turning to you with a proud grin. 

"It's kinda really romantic isn’t it?" you say, gazing up at the ceiling. The dust and cobwebs look like stars because of the light. Your own little galaxy. 

"Agreed", he steps closer, placing his hands on your hips, "you look so pretty right now", he says fondly. 

You send him a glance and snort. 

"Yeah sure I look like a soaked dog."

"You don’t, you are beautiful", he insists. 

"Mhm", you cuddle into his chest, "so are you." 

Jungkook kisses the crown of your head, looking up at the ceiling afterwards. 

"I'm freezing", he says. 

"Same", you answer him, cuddling closer. 

"We could strip out of our wet clothes. I have two shirts in my bag."

"We could do that." 

"Then start stripping. I’ll get them real quick."

You are already buttnaked when Jungkook returns. He stops in his steps, lets his eyes race over your body and smirks. 

"Nice", he says, grinning cockily. 

"Oh for fucks sake Kook. Give me that damn shirt and stop gawking", you hiss, making him cackle. 

He throws the shirt at you, you catch it in the air. 

"They're even warm from the motor", he says, stripping out of his clothes. 

You do what he had done before, gawking at him unapologetically.

"Nice", you say, smirking. 

He simply rolls his eyes at you and pulls the shirt over his head. 

You and him look at each other. 

"So now we are dry with our asses out", you say. 

"Sounds like the perfect night to me", Jungkook says, "get under the blanket baby I'll join you soon."

You do what he told you, leaning back against the straw. It is surprisingly warm against your skin, the sweltering heat of the day must have warmed it up. It is a welcome warmth, even if it pinches you occasionally. 

Jungkook hangs up your wet clothes before he gets the bag from his bike. It's his favourite bag. His snack bag. 

Looking at the ground to make sure he won't step into something, he finally makes his way over to you. 

"Com'ere baby", you open the blanket for him and Jungkook instantly takes the spot next to you. His legs are pressed against yours. Like this you are sharing warmth. It is so lovely.

"I got snacks in case you're hungry", he says and pulls a few bags of different savoury snacks free. Potato crisps, cheese crackers, shrimp flips, tortilla chips and...

"Oooh seaweed crisps. I literally craved them for so long", you say, opening the package. 

"They're the wasabi ones so be warned", he mumbles mindlessly, still rummaging around in his bag. 

"I like those the most", you say and take an entire piece into your mouth. 

"They always make you cry though cause you take too big bites", he mumbles. 

You groan and fan air to your face. It happened. You took a bite too big and now you are tearing up. 

"I told you so." 

"I told you so", you mimic his voice teasingly and roll your eyes.

He grins a lopsided smile, but stays unbothered otherwise.

"What are you looking for anyways?" you ask, hugging his arm and resting your cheek against it.

"This", he pulls a silver flask free. 

"Okay why is this the first time I am seeing this?" you gasp. 

"Cause I never use it. But tonight we are caught in this storm and it's cold so why not warm our bodies with a little booze?" he says, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

"What's in there?" 

"Tequila", he says, opening it, "want a sip?" 

You eye it. 

"You do know what tequila does to us?" 

"Yep", he smirks, "we are stuck in a storm after all. Why not have some tipsy fun?"

He is right. Your stomach tingles in excitement. You and him always have the most amazing drunk sex. 

"Alright I'm down", you say and accept the flask. 

The first sip burns. 

"Woohoo that shit hits", you grunt, shuddering. 

You hand him the flask and Jungkook takes a big sip. 

"Argh, fuck", he pulls a grimace of disgust, body shivering, "that's the shit."

You and him both take another sip and then you settle back on the straw. So, now to waiting for the alcohol to hit you. It's your favourite part. You are sharing the seaweed wasabi crisps while you wait, you still have his arm in your grasp tightly.

"You think it will take long for us to get drunk?" Jungkook asks. 

"I don't know. It's not like we're in a rush though", you answer him, munching on a piece of seaweed afterwards. 

"True", he says and sighs contently, "the storm sounds kinda nice now that we're inside."

You stay silent to listen. The wind howls. On the wood tiled roof the rain dances quickly. A plank of the barn squeaks and croaks every now and then whenever an especially strong burst of wind swirled over the earth. 

"It's scary, but also kinda nice yeah", you agree.

"You scared of thunderstorms?" he asks

"No, but you know how they make me feel. All jittery, especially when we aren’t home."

"Mhm", he agrees. 

Jungkook takes a sip of the flask, handing it to you afterwards. A sip then a piece of snack. 

"But home is when you and I are together. So in theory we are home", he says. 

You equal parts laugh and melt at his words. 

"I mean...yeah", you give his arm a squeeze, "my sappy romantic", you add and kiss his arm.

Jungkook cranes his neck to smile at you. 

"Gimme kiss", he says and buckers his lips. 

You lean in with a chuckle, smooching his lips. He tastes so good. 

You settle back after the kiss, taking another sip of the tequila before offering it to Jungkook. He takes a healthy sip, grunting afterwards. It must have been a little above healthy already. You shove a piece of seaweed into your mouth and chew on it happily.

"Who do you think this barn belonged to once?" you ask, sneaking a glance at Jungkook. 

"I don't know, probably a farmer", he says and shoves some seaweed down his throat afterwards.

"Yeah, but what's their story?" 

Jungkook chews and swallows.

"Their story?" he locks eyes with you. 

"Yeah like. When did they leave this place and why? What kinda animals did they have? That story." 

"Ah I see", Jungkook looks back at the ceiling. 

You and him share a sip of the tequila. 

"I would say it's been a few years. Maybe they moved to a better piece of land. After all you saw how the fields basically turn into swamps in the rain." 

"Mhm that could be it", you sigh, "I think they had sheep."

"Sheep? Why?" 

"I don't know. This barn gives me sheep vibes. Also I may have seen a pair of shears in one of the stalls.'

"Sheeps", Jungkook repeats. 

He opens the cheese crackers and munches on one. 

"I like sheeps. They're really cute", he says. 

"Yeah", you look at him all goofily, "they are." 

Jungkook sneaks a glance your way. 

"What?" he smiles fondly. 

"Nothing I just like you", you say, grinning goofily. 

"Darling is the tequila hitting you already?" he teases. 

"Let me live", you pout, "my stomach's really empty. You know how easily I get drunk like that." 

"Mhm yeah", he kisses the tip of your nose, "you're so cute." 

"Stop", you whine, hiding your face in his arm. 

He smiles and kisses the crown of your head. He takes another sip of the tequila, closing the flask afterwards. He doesn’t want you to overdrink, you always get a really bad stomach ache if you do and he knows that. 

Jungkook listens to the rain for a moment, snacks on two pieces of cheese cracker and kisses you one more time. 

"I'm really scared", he confesses then. 

You raise your head.

"Cause of your parents?" 

He nods his head, furrowing his brows. 

"What if they don't want me anymore?"

"I get your fear, but I don’t think they would have invited us over otherwise." 

"I guess….", he lowers his eyes, "it's just-", he sighs.

"Tell me sweetheart", you encourage him, rubbing his belly. 

"I don't even know what to tell them. What if they ask me why?" 

He looks at you for answers. 

"What if they ask me why I left them? What should I even say?"

"Well, what do you want to say to them?" 

"I don't know", he looks up at the ceiling. 

You and him share some tequila. 

"I guess", he begins, "that I felt suffocated, not from too much attention but from feeling so goddamn unwanted." 

"So? That’s good. Tell them." 

He shakes his head. 

"But they were so nice to me too. They weren’t abusive or bad parents all the time. And I-", he inhales shakily, "-don’t wanna hurt them."

"Mhm I get you. But sweetheart, this is why you left. The truth. They made you feel like you were unworthy of love and that's why you left." 

"It's so harsh though."

"It's not harsh. It's the truth. Shit, I can see how their behaviour affected you Kook. I can still remember how scared of opening up and letting people in you were when I first met you. Or how, despite that fear you so desperately clung to affection cause you wanted to experience it so badly." 

Jungkook looks at you with a pout. 

"The least you can give yourself is the opportunity to tell your parents the truth. Maybe it will hurt them, but fuck their feelings. They hurt you too and they need to know. Do it for yourself Kook, so you can heal."

Jungkook lowers his eyes and sighs. 

"You have a point", he mumbles, "it's just-" 

He looks up at the ceiling. 

"It's just so scary."

"I know, but Kookie?", you squeeze his arm, "you have me by your side and guess what? I'll hold your hand through the entire thing if you want me to." 

Jungkook takes a shaky intake of breath. 

"Fuck ___ I love you so much." 

"I love you too darling."

"Seriously I mean it, I don't think I would go through life so easily if it wasn't for you", he says. 

"Kookie…" you murmur, "...gosh, I don't know what to say."

"Mhm it’s alright, seeing your smile is enough", he says and looks at you. His eyes light up when he sees your smile, his features soften in adoration. 

"What?" you ask, feeling a little giddy inside. 

"Nothing, I just like you", he answers you. 

You scrunch your nose up and giggle. "Is the tequila finally hitting you too baby?" you tease.

 "I think it is. I feel really warm all over, also my fingers are all tingly", he says, wiggling his fingers for you and him to see.

"Mhm", you cuddle closer, pulling your legs to you and resting your knees on top of his lap, "can I have another sip?" 

"Sure", he hands you the flask, "don't drink too much though. I don’t want you throwing up when I rearrange your guts." 

You snort, almost choking on the booze. You cough, laughing at the same time. 

"Don't say that oh my god", you cackle. 

Jungkook smirks cockily. He connects his lips with the nuzzle of the flask and takes a sip. 

"It's the truth", he says nonchalantly, closing the flask again. 

"Geez you are so cocky", you mumble, feeling up his stomach almost unapologetically needily.

 "I like to call it overly confident", he says. His abs are flexing under your fingertips every time you grace your fingers over them. 

"Mhm Kookie, your stomach feels so nice. You’re so sexy", you coo, walking two of your fingers down the ridges of his abs.

He arches into your touch for the briefest of moments. 

"Is that your not so subtle way of telling me it’s horny time?" he says, sneaking a glance your way. 

"Yeah, maybe", you gaze at him, "only if you wanna start too, of course." 

"Yes, I'd love to", he says, hungry eyes flitting to your lips. 

"Then kiss me", you tell him. 

Not even a second passes and Jungkook is already kissing you. He tastes like tequila. It's nice, especially because his lips are so incredibly soft. You are halfway on top of his lap, feeling up and down his torso hungrily. His own hands are exploring every inch of your upper body. His fingers know which paths to take, they have felt your skin a million times before and yet it feels like the first time each time they start exploring again. He will never get tired of this feeling and neither will you. 

The kiss breaks so you and him can catch your breath. Oh, how lightheaded you feel. Gazing. His eyes look so pretty in this light. 

"Can I lay you down? I wanna be close to you tonight" he asks, voice slightly shaky in arousal. 

"That sounds nice, I want that too", you say, doing the work for him. 

Jungkook keeps one of his arms under your head. Like this he is so much closer, towering over you in the best way possible. His chest is brushing against yours, his warmth engulfs you. You feel so tiny in his embrace and yet as Jungkook lets his sparkling eyes travel over your face you feel like the biggest treasure on earth. 

"Shit you are so beautiful", he whispers, cupping your cheek, "I am so lucky."

You touch his chest, pulse speeding up. He shivers at the touch, breath hitching in his throat. 

"I'm lucky too, you’re the most beautiful man ever", you whisper, outlining his pecs with slow fingers. His heart is racing under your fingertips.

Jungkook smiles, dragging his thumb over your cheekbone gently. It elicits shivers on your skin.

"Can I touch you?" he asks. 

"Of course, you don’t need to ask", you assure him.

"You know that I always will", he says. 

"I know", you touch his lips. He gasps and shivers, letting you drag your thumb over them, "can I touch you too?" you ask. 

"Of course, you don’t need to ask", he tells you the same thing you told him. 

And in return you answer him the same thing, "you know that I always will." 

"I know."

Jungkook abandons your cheek to touch your neck instead. He moves closer. You hold your breath and close your eyes. You like being surprised by his kisses. They feel so much better when they do. 

His fingers explore your exposed collarbone. You can feel his hot breath against your lips. Your fingers travel all the way over his neck to his hair. It is still wet from the rain, soaking your skin as you run your fingers through it. 

You gasp. Finally. He kissed you. His lips dance with yours slowly. His hand is exploring your chest. His touch is so warm and yet your nipples harden instantly at the sensation. It is so good. He flicks his pointer finger over your left one, deepening the kiss. 

You whimper into his lips, allowing his tongue access in the process. He plays with your tongue just as slowly as he kissed you, making sure that you get lost in him. 

His hand abandons your chest far too soon for your taste. You would have broken the kiss to complain if he hadn’t started feeling up and down your stomach and sides instead. Soft and tender, his big hand explores every inch of you. Goosebumps rise all over your skin. His touch is so nice. So familiar and intimate. It's so nice. 

"I like that so much", you broke the kiss just to tell him this. 

"Yeah? Does it feel nice?" he asks, dragging the tip of his nose up the slope of your own. His fingers massage your side tenderly. 

"Feels really good", you sigh, arching your back. 

Jungkook purrs, kissing your forehead. His hand dances down your lower back, travelling to the front once it has reached your hips. Up your side it goes again, leaving goosebumps in its way. 

"Can you touch my nipples baby?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. 

"Like this?" you ask, rolling your fingers over his clothed nipples slowly. 

His chest rumbles in a moan, a shaky inhale follows. His nipples are hard under your touch. He whimpers. They are so incredibly sensitive. Especially when you touch them. 

You pinch them softly, watching how Jungkook’s brows furrow for the briefest of moments. Then a soft moan at the back of his throat. 

"Does that feel nice?" you ask, rolling his sensitive nubs between your fingers. 

"Feels so g-good", he answers you quietly. 

"Wanna taste your moans Kookie", you rasp, pinching his nipples once again. 

Jungkook shudders and squeezes your hip. He kisses you immediately, letting you taste every single one of his moans just like you wanted to. How delicious indeed, they taste like the sweetest chocolate on your tongue. While your fingers continue stimulating his nipples, his hand lingers on your hip, massaging it needily. Just below where his hand rests, his shirt ends and every so often you can feel his fingertips graze over your skin. 

It drives you mad. You want more. You know that he only hesitates because he waits for your silent permission to go further. And so you part your legs, giving him all the permission he needs. His swelling cock is rubbing against the side of your leg now. He groans into the kiss, bucking his hips up to chase the sensation. You whimper, twisting his nipple piercings and forcing a whimper out of him in the process. The reminder how hard you get him sends heat to your core. 

The kiss breaks again. You are panting for air, your lips are swollen. Jungkook’s face is heated, chest heaving up and down quickly. 

"Touch me", you whisper, parting your legs even more. 

"Tell me what you want", he says, eyes racing over your face. 

"Touch my pussy", you answer him.

"Yeah? Like this?" he rasps, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thigh. There is a certain boyish sparkle in his eyes. You know that sparkle. It's the one he always gets when he is in the mood to tease.

Your hips roll, your breath hitches. Excitement. Every inch of your skin prickles in anticipation. Slow touches, made to explore you and in the process rile you up.

Jungkook watches how your lips open and close with your little gasps. Your pupils are dilated. Your fingers stopped touching him, but he doesn’t mind. You look too tempting to care about his own pleasure. 

"Oh", your eyes widen, your lips part. 

Jungkook dances his fingers up the side of your core, teasing you. 

"Jungkook", you whisper, twisting his shirt needily. 

He smirks lazily, playing with your pubic hair. He pulls at it softly, watching how it makes your back arch slightly.

You mewl, bucking your hips up. You need more.

"I love the new look you're sporting darling. It looks so sexy on you", he rasps, dancing his finger down the other side of your core. 

You can literally feel the air on your skin, he made you that sensitive. 

"Makes me wanna devour you whole", he says, dragging his finger up the middle of your core. 

His touch is barely there. If your nerve endings weren’t so hyper aware of everything you wouldn't even feel it. But you do and it makes you moan quietly. 

It disappears just as quickly as it came. Jungkook plays with your pubic hair again. 

"Baby", you sigh, digging your nails into his pecs. 

"What you want?" he asks, the cockiness in his voice makes you shiver. 

"Your touch."

"But I'm touching you baby", he teases. 

"Touch me more", you hook your fingers behind his neck and pull him closer, "I'm so wet for you, feel it", you rasp against his lips before you kiss him deeply. 

Jungkook moans into the kiss, pressing himself closer. You suck his lower lip between your teeth and bite down. He groans, cock twitching against your leg. 

He breaks the kiss just to tease you, "say it."

"Kook come on", you whine, bucking your hips up. 

"Say it", he rasps, ghosting his fingertips down your folds.  

"P-please", you choke out, shivering in anticipation. Oh how easily he gets you to break. It would annoy you if the reward wasn’t so worth it.

"I love that out of your mouth", he rasps, finally touching you properly. 

"Fuck Kook", you moan, shaking from the bolt of electricity coursing through you. 

Jungkook rolls circles on your clit, using your juices as lube. Slow without little pressure. It is the type of pleasure which is almost not enough and yet feels like fire with every roll. Jungkook perfected that technique. He knows you go crazy for it. 

"Is that good?" he asks, letting his hungry eyes race over your face. You have your eyes closed, letting out little sighs of pleasure every now and then. 

"Feels so good", you sigh. 

Jungkook abandons your clit for the briefest of moments to part your folds. He feels how it makes your body shake. Slow circles on your entrance, your hips buck up in answer.

"You're so wet baby", he observes, picking up your juices to spread it all over your clit. 

"F-feels so good", you moan, twisting his hair, "kiss my neck please." 

"Fuck", he groans, letting you pull him on your neck. 

Your moans grow in volume. Your body quakes. His lips are so soft and wet, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Jungkook can feel the effect his kisses have on you, new arousal slickening his fingers. They are feeling up and down your entrance again, teasing you ever so often by slipping inside just till where his first knuckles end. 

"Feels so good", you moan, floating on cloud nine.

Your head rolls to the side, you sigh his name. Your pulse is racing under his lips, it makes him want to bite down just so he could hear you squeal. 

"Kook!" you squeal, back arching off the ground, "fuck Kook", you pant, almost going crazy at the way his teeth sting.

"Wanna devour you baby", he rasps, biting down again afterwards. 

You mewl, nose scrunching up. It stings so good. He begins sucking on the spot, forcing a guttural moan out of you. 

"Baby, oh fuck baby. You’re incr-credibly."

Jungkook slips a finger inside of you. Your entire body convulses at the sensation. You hadn’t expected it, now you are feeling yourself falling. The stretch feels amazing. 

"Fuck, oh sweetheart, wow", you groan, squeezing around him to make sure he stays inside. 

"Baby you're so wet", he rasps against the shell of your ear, "I bet you can take another finger easily." 

"Yeah, please yeah", you moan, nodding vigorously. 

Jungkook slips his ring finger inside all the way down to his knuckle. He can feel how your walls pulsate at the sensation. 

"Oh god", you hide your face in his chest, "feels so good. Feels so fucking good."

"I can't get enough of you", he rasps, rolling his thumb over your clit as he finally starts moving his fingers. He curls them every time they grace over your g-spot. It makes you convulse each time. 

"Your pussy feels so nice around my fingers", he says, voice deep and sultry, "so wet and soft, fuck baby I wanna get lost in you."

His lips are kissing up and down your neck, lingering on the spots most sensitive. You sometimes wonder if Jungkook is even fully aware of how amazing he actually is. Those touches are otherworldly. 

"Kookie, oh god Kookie", you moan, face hidden in his chest. He smells like Jungkook. Peaches and honey with the faint hint of fuel from all the driving you and him did. You really like it when that very distinct smell joins his usual scent. It means that you and him are on an adventure again. 

Jungkook drags the tip of his nose up and down the side of your face, keeping his fingers buried deep inside of you as he curls them repeatedly. Your moans pitch, your body drawing closer. 

"Does that feel nice sweetie?" he asks softly. 

"Yes, so nice. Baby you're so good", you answer him, barely managing to keep your voice from breaking. 

He will make you climax. You know he will. Just a few more minutes of dancing on the thin line between your pleasure and your orgasm. Those are your favourite moments. When every touch makes your pussy clench and your stomach tighten. When every new curl feels like the one, which finally pushes you over the edge. When the warmth turns to heat and your hips begin rolling against him because otherwise the pleasure would be unbearable to take. 

"Your pussy's so nice baby", Jungkook rasps, "you're close aren’t you?"

"Yes", you squeak, twisting his shirt in your hand.

"Want me to continue? Or should I stop?"

"No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop." 

Jungkook growls your name playfully, kissing the side of your head. He doesn’t change even the slightest bit in the way he is fingering you. His wrist is cramping, for the sake of it he should change something, but he won’t. Your moans and the way you are grasping his body are enough to keep him going. 

"Jungkook, baby, J-Jungk-", a squeak interrupts you. 

"Don't hold back", he rasps, circling his thumb on your clit one last time. 

"Ye-" you squeak then silent moans interrupt you as your body spasms in your high. 

It is the type of high which is so incredibly hot, sweat runs down your face and every muscle in your body feels like millions of ants are crawling on them. It is the type of high which makes you twist your fingers in his shirt and dampen it with your hot breath. And it is the type of high which makes you cuddle into him to escape it and yet at the same time chase it with desperate jerks of your hips. 

You grow limp in his arms, feeling terribly exhausted. You couldn’t open your eyes even if you tried to. You purr with every breath you take, grinning tiredly. Jungkook keeps touching you gently, wanting you to ride out those perfect warm jolts of soft overstimulation. He knows how much you like that feeling, it always makes you whimper so cutely. 

A gasp then a jolt of your hips.

"Stop", you mewl and Jungkook knows. 

He pulls his fingers free, caressing your hip instead. Neither you nor him care that he is staining your skin with your juices. 

"Was that nice darling?" he asks in a whisper, playing with your hair. 

You nod your head, humming a tired "yes".

"Yeah?" he kisses your ear softly, "you felt really nice around my fingers."

"Was so nice", you sigh, voice slightly pitched. You cuddle into him, enjoying the warmth he gives you. Jungkook thinks you are adorable, his heart is fluttering like crazy because of you. 

"You're so cute baby", he says, closing his arm around you to hug you. 

You raise your head and Jungkook can’t help but feel lightheaded at the sight of you. A drunkenly grin has sprawled itself over your face, your eyes are sparkling in adoration. You flip to your side, touching his nipples again. 

Jungkook gasps in surprise, arching into your touch. He sometimes wonders if he needs to get his chest checked out. Nipples are not supposed to be that sensitive to the point that he wants to orgasm, there must be something wrong with him. 

"Shit baby", he chokes out, feeling short of breath. Or perhaps he just likes your touches a little too much. Maybe he is even a little addicted to them. 

"Wanna have the favour returned?" you ask, dancing your fingers down his side. 

Jungkook licks over his lips and swallows heavily. His shirt had slipped up high enough to reveal his hard cock to your fingers. You drag your nails down his shaft gently, making him twitch. 

"___", he moans, eyes closing. 

"Is that a yes?" you coo, massaging his tight balls slowly. 

He shakes his head. You stop your movements in an instant. 

"Wanna make love to you", he confesses shakily, "I don't wanna cum in your hand, I wanna be buried inside of you."

"Shit Kook." 

He opens his eyes, gripping your hips to pull them closer. You drape your leg around him, middle connecting with his.

"Wanna do it like that, so I can look into your eyes", he tells you, moving his hips back and forth slowly.

You are moaning softly, his cock is grinding against your pussy. Your clit is still so sensitive, not in a way that it hurts but in a way that every grind feels like fire. You could cum just from this and you are pretty sure Jungkook feels the same. 

"I want that t-too", you whisper, gripping his side to distract yourself from the feeling of his grinds. Not that this helps, on the contrary you have always had a weak spot for his waist. Feeling it in your fingers turns you on so good. 

"Yeah?" his voice is pitched, his lips parted in bliss. He presses you closer, moaning your name in the process. 

"Yes, wanna stay like this", you sigh, "Kook, those grinds feel so nice." 

"Agreed, oh sweetie", he whispers and draws closer, "it's so good to feel you like this." 

You agree with him by kissing his lips. You both moan and shiver, fingers holding more of the other. Jungkook could easily slip in and you in return could easily let him slip in and yet neither of you takes the next step. 

Sometimes the best sex you and him have is the unplanned kind. The one where you let your bodies do the talking and let the sensations guide you. 

"Seriously ___ that feels really good, you’re so wet and warm", Jungkook sighs, warm hand resting on your hip, "is it good for you too?" 

"Yes", you answer him, grinding your hips back and forth, "it's so good." 

His eyes are so pretty up close, sparkling under the lights. Sometimes you wonder if Jungkook actually has an entire galaxy hidden in his eyes. Well, if he does you never want to stop looking at them until you can memorise every little sparkle. Thankfully, this will take you your whole eternity to achieve.

"I'm so in love with you Kook", you sigh, watching how the galaxy in his eyes grows. 

"I'm in love with you too", he answers you before he groans softly, "slow down a little please." 

Your hips still their movements, rolling gentle circles on his length. 

"Are you close?" 

"Yes", he takes a deep breath, "you, you can’t just tell me you love me in a situation like that. Imma cum if you do." 

You giggle and boop his nose, "you softie." 

He chuckles breathlessly and agrees with you by raising his brows. He draws closer and claims your lips in a kiss, making you sigh. Perhaps he is a softie, but he doesn’t care. He is your softie and he loves it. 

You feel up and down his spine, basking in the warmth of his length. He is rocking back and forth again, keeping his middle so close to yours. It elicits soft moans from both of you. Yes close. So close. You are actually going to cum again.

The kiss breaks, a shudder runs through you.

"Jungkook, sweetheart", you whimper, "I'm gonna cum again."

"Really?" he sounds surprised.

"Mhm, it feels so good, can’t help it."

He pulls you closer, rolling his hips so his cock glides up and down your clit. He wants nothing more than to give you your high.

"Kookie…" you mewl. 

"Don't hold back", he cups your cheek, "I'll catch you." 

"Kookie, feels good. God Kookie", you whimper, pressing your eyes closed. 

"I'll catch you baby, I'll catch you", he whispers, "let go and I'll catch you."

That is all you needed. Sobbing his name, you stumble over the edge a second time. As if you were sinking into a warm bath slowly. You are falling into his chest and Jungkook catches you, holding you in his arms until even the last of your shakes courses through your body. 

"Well damn", you croak.

There is no place on earth where you feel safer than Jungkook’s arms. You realised that once again as you are lying in them and bask in your afterglow. 

"That was so spontaneous, I didn’t think I'd get you to orgasm like that", he says and you can feel his voice vibrate in his chest. 

"It felt so nice, couldn’t help it", you answer him tiredly. 

"Mhm", he squeezes you close, "it felt nice for me too, your pussy's so soft and wet", he cuddles closer, "I like being spontaneous with you", he says, making you chuckle quietly.

"Me too baby, it's nice."

You keep cuddling for some time. At one point your shirts left your bodies. You wanted nothing more than to feel the other’s skin. Your leg is thrown over his hips again. You have scooted up a little by now so Jungkook was now in perfect eye height with your chest. Not that he has a lot of time to bask in the view of it, not when you have him in a deep kiss. You've been kissing him for so long already that his lips feel even softer than they did in the beginning. All that sucking and biting softened them.

His nails are travelling up and down your back, making you shiver in the best way possible. Closer. Just a little down. Jungkook breaks the kiss to moan. His sensitive cock finally brushed over your pussy. 

"Please", he whispers, hands stilling on your back. 

"Tell me what you want sweetheart", you encourage him, rubbing your wet pussy over his shaft. 

"Fuck me please", he begs, touching your hips, "please I need to feel your pussy on my cock."

"But my pussy's on your cock baby" you tease, grinding down on his tip. 

"No baby, no. Please more", he pleads, hands desperately trying to get you to sink down on him. 

You start playing with his right nipple lazily, soaking up his reaction. He lets out a squeaky gasp, eyes widening in surprise before his lids flutter. 

"Please d-don’t tease me. I just wanna feel your pussy, please I wanna feel your pussy", he begs. 

"Your begs are so cute", you rasp, reaching between your bodies. 

Jungkook hates that you stopped stimulating his nipple but he loves that you are touching his cock instead. You drag it through your folds, picking up your juices and mixing them with his'. 

"You're so wet, oh god", he sobs in desperation just once, "please baby, please fuck me." 

His begging is too good to resist. As much fun as teasing him is, grinding against him made you terribly needy as well. You don’t want to wait any longer. 

"Wanna stay in this position?"

Your eyes meet. He pulls your hips closer. 

"Yes please. Wanna look up at you", he pleads quietly. 

You cup his cheek, caressing his skin. 

"Okay", you say and then you are reaching down between your bodies again to finally take him in.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh g-god, ah", Jungkook can’t stop moaning, eyes threatening to roll back. He is gripping your hips in desperation, his nails will most definitely leave bruises. You made him so sensitive that he feels like bursting. 

The stretch feels amazing. You hadn’t even noticed how empty you felt, until you are finally reminded again how perfectly he completes you. 

Once bottomed out, you begin with slow grinds, drawing figures of eight with your hips. 

Jungkook moans quietly, breathing ragged and fingers desperately grasping your back. His eyes are squeezed shut, making his skin crease. His swollen lips are parted, they are still glistening in your spit. 

"It's so nice", you say, toes curling every time your clit rubs over his stomach. 

"Yes", he whimpers, pulling you closer "baby…"

"Yes baby?" 

"Feels so nice." 

"Mhm, yeah", you feel the sudden urge to hug him, "fuck Kook I love being so close to you." 

He whimpers, hiding his face in your chest. 

"I love it t-too", he murmurs, voice pitched in pleasure. 

There is no urgency in your movements. No ruthless rutting or hard thrusts. Just slow grinds to make sure he reaches depths he normally doesn’t. 

The hug breaks, Jungkook needed to breathe. He is panting oh so much. His eyes are glassy when he looks up at you. 

"I can't get enough of you", he whispers, "I-I w-wanna - fuck", he whimpers, brows furrowing, "I forgot what I wanted to say." 

You giggle, making him moan when the laughter makes your walls clench around him.

"That's alright. Do you like it?" 

"Yeah, so much. Oh darling so much", he doesn’t hesitate with his answer, moaning shakily afterwards.

"Kiss me baby", you breathe, tilting his head up. 

Jungkook tries to be the first to kiss you, but you are too impatient to wait, pulling him onto your lips before he can. His entire body quivers in reaction, cock swelling inside of you and his chest vibrating in desperate moans.

Your kisses are sloppy. One second you are panting into the other’s mouth and the other your tongues are tangled together. There is no coordination in them and yet somehow in the chaos of them all, you still find a rhythm that works for both of you. Skin against skin, bodies so close nothing could separate them, he fills you up and you hug him tight. The sensations are stealing your breath away and Jungkook’s as well.

"I'm gonna cum", he confesses in a whisper, "baby c-can we cum together?" 

"Yes Kookie so close, I’m almost there." 

Your eyes meet. His lips are so red and swollen, his cheeks tinted pink. He looks so beautiful that your stomach tightens at the sight of him.

"I can barely handle it", he squeaks out. 

"Almost there, flex your stomach baby." 

Jungkook flexes his abs as good as possible, eliciting a deep moan from you. 

"Kookie, oh baby", you kiss him, "oh Kookie", another kiss, your tongue is licking into him. 

He is whimpering, voice pitching more and more the closer he gets to his high. 

He had just wanted to break the kiss to tell you that he can’t hold back anymore when your orgasm finally overtakes you. Your kisses turn into unapologetic licking. He didn’t even need one clench and he is climaxing deep inside of you, sharing the warmth and shaking in your arms as much as you shake in his. 

You share silence after your shared high. Listening to each other’s breathing and feeling the other’s heartbeat as it slows down gradually. Jungkook is kissing your chest as he calms down. You are playing with his hair. 

"That was incredible", you are the one to break the silence.

Jungkook agrees with a hum. 

"I love you so much", you whisper, hugging him closer. 

"I love you too", he answers you, squeezing your middle, "wanna fall asleep like this."

"Mhm, me too", you agree, closing your eyes.

"Can I stay inside?" 

"Yeah you can, feels really nice", you assure him, pulling him closer with your leg. 

He inhales shakily, raising his head. The goofy grin on his face is almost too much. You reciprocate it, caressing his cheek.

"The tequila made me all sappy today", he says. 

"Yeah same", you giggle. Jungkook joins your giggles, scrunching his nose up cutely. 

You somehow end up kissing in between your giggles. Soft little pecks and little licks. It's so nice and relaxing. 

At one point Jungkook stopped kissing you back, you know that he is this close to falling asleep. 

"You sleepy?" you ask against his lips. 

He hums, nodding his head slowly. He tries to kiss you again, but fails miserably.

"Wanna sleep?" 

"Yeah, sleep", his voice is barely there. 

"Alright sleep tight baby", you breathe, pulling him into your chest. 

"Night", is all he can bring out. Just seconds later and he has already fallen asleep.

You get woken up by rays of sunlight on your face. They are warm even if it is still early. Today is going to be a hot day again. You roll onto your side. Jungkook is propped up on his elbow, watching you with sparkling eyes. 

“Mornin’”, you mumble, smiling tiredly. 

“Good morning”, he says, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. 

“You’ve been awake for long?” 

“Mhm, yeah. A little over an hour”, he answers you, tugging a strand of your disheveled hair behind your ear. 

“Why?” you have your eyes closed, enjoying the soft touches he gives you. If he keeps doing them, you will most definitely fall asleep again. 

“Couldn’t sleep anymore”, he answers you, outlining the slope of your nose over and over again. It tickles. 

“Bad dream?” 

“No, uhm”, his touch stops, “I was thinking.” 

You open your eyes. He is resting against the straw, hands folded on his stomach and lower lip between his teeth. He hasn’t noticed your eyes on him, too busy getting lost in his thoughts. 

“Care to share?” you offer, reaching over to touch his hip softly. 

“Uhm”, he clears his throat, “y-yeah I-I guess”, he stutters, muscles beginning to shake under your fingers. 

That’s weird. He seems so scared all of a sudden. 

"Jungkook what's wrong?" you ask worriedly upon seeing his nervous eyes. 

"Uhm I-", he looks to the side, "-I prepared something", he says, reaching for his snack bag. 

"What is it?" you ask, sitting up to watch him. 

"It's, it's uhm, it's a letter", he says, pulling out a sheet of paper, "I, I wanna tell you something so, uhm, I wrote it down", he explains, unfolding the paper with shaking fingers, “I-I actually wanted to tell you at a different p-place but I-I can’t wait anymore”, he adds, licking over his lips repeatedly. 

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" you joke. 

Jungkook sneaks a glance your way, gnawing on his lower lip. 

"No, uhm just listen please", he says, almost ripping the paper in his hands in nervousness. 

"Oh? Okay…" you say, feeling weirdly scared all of a sudden. 

He locks eyes with you to make sure that he has your attention, nodding his head once he is sure that he does. 

"Okay so", he clears his throat and straightens up. His hands are shaking like crazy, his chest is heaving up and down in quick pants. He begins reading. 

"Hello ___ how-", he couldn't even finish the greeting and then he is already crying, hiding his face behind the paper. 

"Oh my god Kookie. Are you alright?" you gasp, scooting closer, "hey, don’t cry”, you say softly, rubbing little circles on his knee. 

"I'm fine, it's just so-", he sniffles and sobs quietly, "I'm fine, just-", he clears his throat and tries again, "H-hello ___ how are you? This is a weird way to start a letter which I'm gonna read to you anyways, but I hope you are fine." 

He sneaks a glance your way. 

"I'm a little nervous if I'm being honest. Should I be sad or happy?" you ask, smoothing his hair out.  

"Happy", he whispers, nibbling on his lower lip. 

"Okay, well then I'm happy", you say with a smile and scoot away a little to be able to look at him.

"Uhm…", he looks back into the letter and continues, "I thought about what I wanted to say for a really long time. I have so much to tell you and yet now that I have sat down to finally start this letter I can't think of anything", he sniffles, "I just love you so much", he reads, having to sob afterwards. 

"Aww sweetheart I love you too", you say, feeling your heart melt in your chest. 

He sobs and grunts, "oh god that's not how I wanted to read this letter, I wanted to be all cool and collected and now I’m crying", he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. 

"That's fine, you can cry as much as you want to", you assure him, caressing his arm. 

He swallows his snot very gracefully and looks back into the letter. 

"You are the love of my life. I think that is how I am going to start this. You are the love of my life, yes really you are."

He looks at you. You have become teary eyed as well. He told you this so many times before and yet each time you hear it, it feels like the first time. He makes you so happy.

"You've shown me what happiness feels like. When we cuddle and you tell me about your day, I feel so happy. When I wake up before you do and then watch you sleep, I feel so happy. When you hold me when I fall asleep and in return I hold you, I feel so happy. Simply being with you makes me so happy", he has to stop to blink quickly. 

"Don't cry Jungkook", he tells himself, hitting his cheek repeatedly. 

It makes you chuckle. 

“You’re so cute”, you say, wiping the tears off his cheeks for him. 

He blushes slightly, nose scrunching up for the briefest of moments. You think that he might break out in tears again, but Jungkook manages to stay all cool and collected. 

"I, I wasn’t happy for a long time. Well, I thought that I was, but thinking back I wasn’t. Being with you is happiness, I realised that in those past five years together and just imagining having to let you go makes me want to cry", there he goes again, having to pause to cry into the letter. 

"You make me happy too Kookie", you whisper, intertwining your fingers with his, "I'll never let go", you promise. 

“I’ll never let go either”, he sobs. He puts the letter down for a moment so he could lean closer and kiss your lips. It is such a sweet kiss, feeling so incredibly good. 

Once he had sat down again he continues reading the letter, thumb caressing your knuckles. 

"You are my safe haven. The world could literally beat me down and break every bone in my body but the moment I am with you again all that pain is forgotten. You are my medicine. And in return I hope that I can be your shield against the world…." 

He sniffles, rubbing at his eyes. He continues reading even though his voice is quivering like crazy. 

"I know I'm not always the best boyfriend. I can be annoying and difficult and sometimes I don’t listen. And I know that I often give you a really hard time with me." 

"No Kookie you don’t", you assure him, "don't think like this. It's nothing but lies." 

It is your turn to kiss him, cleaning the tears off his cheeks. 

He sniffles, leaning into you with his eyes closed. 

"I love you so much. Don’t forget that", you whisper. 

"I love you too", he answers you, rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek. 

"Continue please", you tell him. 

And so he does, straightening up and looking back into the letter.

"But even if I am annoying I hope I can make you just as happy as you make me. I would fight the world to keep you happy and safe. I mean it, I’m only working out so I am ready if I ever need to fight the world for you." 

You chuckle, feeling your cheeks blush.

"And at this part of the letter I kinda had a mental breakdown so please excuse the weird ramble", he tells you before he continues reading, "you are so amazing and beautiful and lovely and you smell so good and also your hugs are literally the best thing in the entire world and holy shit you are so hardworking too. I don’t know how you are doing all of those amazing things you do on a daily. Lead a restaurant, help me with the tattoo studio, be there for your friends, breathe."

You laugh. 

Jungkook sneaks a glance your way. 

"Yeah I was going through it, sorry", he mumbles.

"It's cute, don't apologize."

He nods and continues. 

"You are my role model. In so many ways than one. You are so strong and I look up to you. You've gone through so much shit. First the thing with the loan at that one place, then the water leak at the other place. Then the thing with your grannie’s house." 

You have to sob at that, hiding your trembling lips behind your mouth. Jungkook squeezes your hand soothingly. 

"I would have broken under all of it and yet you continued fighting. Even through your tears you continued fighting. And that is why you are my role model. The world can break you and yet at the end of the day you continue on." 

He squeezes your hand. 

"But there are other reasons why you are my hero. You are so nice." 

You snort. What a funny choice of words. 

"You carry so much good inside of you. And it infuriates me because you don’t even see it. You don’t even see how the vibes in a room instantly change for the better when you enter it. You don’t even notice how people practically seek to be close to you because just your presence makes them feel so much brighter. You don’t even notice how much love you give and how much more love the people around you have for you."

He sniffles, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. 

"And it makes me so mad because you so often put yourself below others. Holy shit, people would break their backs to lift you up and yet you so often like to break yours without even complaining just because you are so wonderful." 

"Kookie…" you choke out, full on crying by now. 

"Don't put yourself below other’s anymore please. You deserve the world and you are my shining hero and my biggest role model", he says, locking eyes with you. 

"I-I will try", you sob, nodding your head. 

Jungkook reaches out and brushes your tears away. 

"Good", he whispers, "I'll help you with it", he promises and shit in this moment you love him so much. 

You want to fall around his neck and hold him until the sun rises in the west and the moon sets in the east. But Jungkook isn’t finished yet, continuing his letter before you can hug him. 

"I wanna be a better person because of you. I wanna improve myself each and every day so I can live up to your standards. I wanna do better and make you proud. I wanna be good for you. Seriously ___ you make me want to work on myself each and every day. Fuck, you are so perfect and I sometimes feel so unworthy of your love."

"I'm not perfect, come on don’t say that." 

He puts the letter down. 

"Well I know your imperfections and flaws and annoying traits, but I still think you're perfect even with them so shut up", he says and it makes you snort. 

"Okay, okay I'll shut up", you cackle.

"Good", he nods his head in content and looks back into the letter. 

"Thank you ___ for coming into my life. You are my best friend, my lover, my greatest weakness, my biggest strength and my favourite person. Shit, you changed me so much and I am so happy that you did. You make me a better, happier person and being with you is well…" he hides his face behind the letter, sobbing like crazy, "it's like we always say, it's like coming home", he chokes out before loud sobs interrupt him. 

"Kookie darling…" your lips are trembling, "can I p-please finally hug you?"

"No, not yet I-I need to", he puts the letter away and turns back to his bag. 

He sobs, fumbling with the inner pocket. 

"Kookie what are you doing?" you ask him, "please just let me hug you. This is the sweetest letter someone ever wrote to me. I just wanna hug you", you say under your happy tears.

"Just, just a moment", he hiccups, turning back to you. 

His hands are balled to fists, he presses his forehead against them and cries. 

"___", he starts before he has to stop and sob. 

"Yes Kookie? What is it?" 

He sobs and squeaks, trying his hardest to control himself. He pulls his fists away so you could look at them. First his left hand opens and pulls away. He sobs your name, cupping your cheek. 

"What are you doing?" you ask him shakily. 

Then. His right hand finally opens. A delicate golden necklace is resting on his palm, it has a little ferries wheel as a pendant. 

"Marry me", he whispers and you could have sworn your world lit up in colours you have never even seen before. 

"Jungkook", you choke out and then sobs interrupt you. You fall around his neck, staining his naked shoulder with your tears. 

"Yes, holy shit, yes!"​

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TW: Addiction / Recovery / Medical Injuries / Medical Trauma 

Massive thank you for the tag, @enchantedlandcoffee and @allwaswell16! I’m in love with your fics and I can’t wait for more. Here’s a little preview - snippet from my FAITH fic! I’ve decided to make it into a three part series, as it seems to be a hit. So, on that note it will consist of: the cause > the addiction > the recovery.

Please be gentle as this piece is written both from first and second hand experiences. Lotsa love. xxx

The blood has congregated to his head, resulting in a thunderous pulsation. Louis can hear it in his ears, blocking out the specialist’s conjunction explanation. His clammy palms reside over his face, blocking out the view. Darkness. There’s a broken cry of distress and it even takes Louis by surprise with the sheer volume. He’s not even sure he made that sound, nor does he understand when the tears suddenly began to sodden his hands or spill over his cheeks. Louis can’t control them, even with sharp inhales of breath. His injuries are heightened with the anguish, yet there’s little evidence of the riverbed of tears faltering anytime soon.

‘I understand it’s a lot to absorb,’ he hears.

The blackness remains and the doctor’s words cut through it; a painful signal that none of this is a dream in which he can just magically awaken from. It’s reality. A harsh one at that.

‘Would you like a few moments before I proceed with the recuperation alternatives?’

Louis manages to shake his head. Words fail to materialise to supplement his reassurance for the benefit of the specialist. He feels the bed beside his feet sink a little. Tentatively, his hands lower, eyes fixated on the gentleman’s flushed complexion. A ball-point pen is unevenly hooked to the pocket of his white overcoat and the top button is undone. 

Tagging, but of course, no pressure: @thebreadvansstuff @beelou @greeneyesfriedrice @hellolovers13 @imogenleefic @justahappycloud @nouies @paranormalbabydoll @always-in-love-x @lunarheslwt @babyhoneyheslt

[morningsound15]

Hi! Really love your works! Do you plan any new fuffy fics?

Hi! Yes, always, I have about 8,000 words of a Fuffy pregnancy/kid!fic AU written that I may or may not complete before Christmas time, I have been extremely bad about fic writing recently.

but here's a little snippet/sneak peak if you'd like one

it's tentatively called Prophecy, Baby and rated either M or E I will decide after i've written the sexy stuff lol

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Buffy shows up on Faith’s doorstep in Cleveland, five years after Sunny-D went crater-up, looking ragged and all-in-all worse for the wear. Faith’s eyes linger on the swelling beneath her t-shirt, and she blinks a few times, not knowing what to say. They haven’t seen each other in half a year, but Buffy’s got that look in her eye, the one that always seems to spell trouble for Faith and her bleeding heart.

“Hey,” Buffy finally says, her throat raspy, dark bruises under her eyes from exhaustion. “Got room for a couple of fugitives?”

Faith blinks, and can’t think of a single thing to say. Wordlessly she steps to the side, and opens her door, feeling a bit like she’s just hung a “Vamps, Demons, and All Manner of World-Ending Baddies Welcome!” sign above the knocker.

They don’t speak for several weird, stressful minutes, wherein Faith, on autopilot, goes about her hosting duties: she takes Buffy’s coat, leads her to the couch, and gets her a glass of water. Only then, once properly settled, does she think to speak.

“What the hell are you doing here, B?”

“Warm welcome,” Buffy says between hefty sips, rolling her eyes.

“I think I can stand to be a little testy. Wasn’t expectin’ company tonight.”

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting a hot date with you and your bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos?”

Faith spies the opened bag where she’d knocked it off the couch in her haste to get to the insistent knocking on her front door. She kicks it out of sight, embarrassed and huffy. “If you don’t wanna start explainin’, you know where the door is.”

Buffy looks like she might be in the mood to quip a bit longer, except something in her stomach must twitch (kick? Is the little gremlin at the kicking stage already?) and she winces. The fight leaves her at once, and she takes a breath and grits out, whether because of the pain in her abdomen or the pain of admitting it: “I needed a friend.”

Faith chokes down her knee jerk response, Are we friends?, and instead says, “Last I checked, you had lotsa friends. A whole castle full of them, actually.”

“I needed a friend who wasn’t going to send me back to the Organization. Someone I could… keep a low profile with. At least for a little while.” She glances down at her expansive stomach. “About three and a half months, actually.”

Faith nods. It makes sense, in a perverse sort of way. “So you came here. Last place on earth anyone would look for ya.” Buffy’s face performs an intricate dance disguised as a wince. She opens her mouth, maybe to apologize, but Faith waves her off. “No sweat. I get it. It was smart. And you know me, always looking to help a couple of good-for-nothings hide out from the law. Or the witches, or whatever it is you guys have got going on over there.”

“To be honest, I didn’t really think this through. I just knew I couldn’t stay there. And I hoped you wouldn’t turn me away.”

That’s something Buffy can always count on. It’s the part of Faith’s personality that she hates the most about herself. Her inability to turn Buffy away, even when she knows it’s no good for her to invite her in.

“They know?” Faith looks pointedly at Buffy’s rather large belly. “About… Buffy Junior in there?”

“They know,” Buffy says with a grimace. Faith is still staring. She can’t take her eyes off of Buffy. The swell of her belly, the heavy way she sits even now. Faith’s trying, as carefully and subtly as possible, to think through the timeline. It doesn’t do her much good, she basically doesn’t know anything about Buffy and what she gets up to outside of the two days they see each other every six months. They both prefer it that way. They get along like a forest fire — all burning destruction, crackling heat, explosive violence, etcetera etcetera. It’s easier to keep them apart, to minimize the damage.

Faith doesn’t have a very good knowledge of the reproductive cycle. She never finished high school, what with being a wanted fugitive and the whole coma and all, but if she had to guess she’d say Buffy’s probably somewhere in the second trimester. Five, six months along, maybe? Which would put the date of conception right around… right around…

Faith blinks, her eyes flicking up to Buffy’s face.

Buffy doesn’t seem to be paying her any attention. She groans as she stretches her feet out, her muddy boots making a mess of Faith’s coffee table. Faith doesn’t care about the mud or the boots. Buffy kicks her shoes off slowly, tries to bend to rub at her swollen ankles, grimaces when she can’t reach before flopping heavily down onto the couch again. After a few moments she notices Faith hovering, frozen in place, and she must clock the panic in Faith’s expression.

“It’s not yours,” Buffy says, not unkindly. Faith flushes, because she feels stupid for even thinking… of course the kid isn’t hers. That isn’t even possible. She doesn’t know much about the reproductive cycle, but she knows enough to know that their combination of downstairs equipment can’t, strictly speaking, do something like that. But she couldn’t help the initial thought. Unfortunately the thought of Buffy bouncing from her bed one night to some nameless, faceless, hunk of masculine musculature the next stings more than she’d like to admit. She can’t pause on that thought, or else she’s liable to put her fist through the wall. Or walk right off her balcony. Whichever one seems like it’ll cause more pain.

 “I see you trying to do the math over there,” Buffy says, ignorant of the thousand-yard-leaps Faith’s mind has been making three feet to her left, “but it’s not yours.”

“Yeah,” Faith scoffs, and it rings hollow even to her. “Of course not. I’m not, like… I know how it works. Not like I coulda gotten you pregnant even if I wanted—I mean…” She clears her throat, her cheeks flaming hot (not unlike the bag of Cheetos currently attracting ants next to her TV). “So… the dad is—?”

“Not in the picture,” Buffy says shortly.

“Gotcha.”

“I didn’t come here for an interrogation.”

“Hey, I gotcha, B. If you wanted the third degree you woulda stayed in Scotland. I can be discreet. What goes into or comes outta your body ain’t any of my business.”

“Gross. But thank you, I guess.”

[desomniis]

"my dear, is it all we’ve ever been?" !!!! what a good title <3 i wanna know more!

omgg glad you like it, its from the song called Anchor by Novo Amor. I was listening to it one day and I thought that line was really nice. So the idea is that it's just gonna be a collection of love letters Charles wrote to Carlos. It's set at the height of World War II and Carlos was drafted to fight in the war. Charles wanted to be enlisted to, with him, but because of his ailment (asthma), he couldn't pass the physical exams. So all he could do was just pray, and hope that one day Carlos will come back from the war alive.

It's going to give pining, forbidden love, lotsa fluff but also angst (bc they're illegal gays).

Now this one is really just more an idea on top of my head but I created a document for it already which means I'll probably go ahead with it. The doc is just a few lines that are not even connected to each other, basically just noting down really good lines that my brain gives me that I could use for this. So no snippet for this one, unfortunately. Thanks for the Ask though luna <3