#my fingers are already numb from typing this under the ac

[silvercrystalwhump]

Their Not so Different Are They?

Here’s some during the time when Vince and Dmitri were just friends

Vincent Shield belongs to @ashintheairlikesnow

TW: references to sex, implied dubcon (being drunk), alcohol reference,

The warm embrace of drowning ichor.

It’s been awhile!

Lights dancing against air

Can you keep a secret?

The way hands brush against skin.

Just for tonight, got it?

Ice cold breath.

You’re absolutely gorgeous.

Poison across sheets.

You’re just perfect.

Boney, empty void.

Vincent wakes up, eyes ripping open to meet the pale tiles of a ceiling. A fan spins above him. Like an omen, it looms over him. His fingers wrap around the fibers of the bed spread. Slowly, he sits up, eyes focusing around the mirror across the room.

He’s in a hotel room.

Why am I in a hotel?

He rubs his temples and leans forward. Vincent, trying to pull together a story around him, glances to his left. The covers of the blankets were tossed off to the side.

Shit.

Vincent looks down at himself, piercing his lips. He is starkly naked.

Fuck.

Vincent glances down at the floor and sees most of yesterday's clothes scattered across the floor. He feels a wave of unease cross over him.

Why the fuck do I even so this?

He throws his legs over the side and scoops up some of his clothes. Vincent can smell the reek of alcohol, regret and something else. Pretending to ignore his mistakes, Vincent throws the clothes on as if this was a normal morning.

No one is in the room with him.

Vincent peeks just about everywhere as he bottoms up his shirt. He's tired, the kind of tired that makes you weary rather than drowsy. Everything feels slightly out of reach, his fingertips too sensitive.

He finds his phone tossed onto the small couch. Vincent sighs and plops down, grabbing his phone, and pulling up his messages.

Vincent rolls through the handful of messages he sent during his haze the night prior and one stands out.

Don't worry about picking me up, I'll have a ride in the morning.

Vincent puts his head back in his hands, dread blooming in his chest.

Looking across the hotel room, he tries to find any clue as to who he decided in his drunken stupor to sleep with. The faint ghosting of hands trailing down his spine forces him to pause ever so often.

Nothing.

The only sign being the discarded bed sheets and the soreness in his gut.

He collapses against a wall and lets himself slide to the floor. A hangover to trump all Hangovers eats as his temples.

Then his phone pings next to him.

Wanna hear something funny?

The text is from Dmitri, which is both a relief and a jab to the gut.

Sure, Vincent responds, rubbing his temples.

Have you ever seen someone fall into four dozen Boston Cream donuts before?

No.

Well yesterday night some guy, drunk off his ass, came in and demanded four dozen Boston cream donuts. He takes them and gets three steps from the door before stumbling over and falling on his donuts. There was just cream EVERYWHERE. Had to help Yasmin scrub it off. Hilarious in hindsight thou.

Vincent tisks at the mental image, cream filling covering tiles and windows. He remembers walking into Yasmin’s bakery before with Dmitri. The place smelled of warm honey.

Staring at his phone scream, he slowly types out a message. His finger hesitates over the send button. He, slowly and tentatively, presses down and the soft ping nearly sends him up a wall.

Can you do me a favor?

Vincent stares blankly down at the phone screen. Anxiety eats at his already pounding skull. His body, a quivering leaf in a hurricane of regret, feels cold even through the heater next to him.

Sure whats up

Can you pick me up?

Vincent’s mouth dries.

…

Sure. Where are you?

Before Vincent realizes it, he’s sliding into the passenger seat of Dmitri’s truck. Looking like an absolute mess of a human, he lets himself sink into the chair.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Vincent says as he messes with his pants. The slacks are so wrinkled that the place where he digs in his nails changes nothing. He can feel the fabric crinkle under his fingers, knowing how much Marie is going to have him for ruined pants.

Especially these ones, they were not cheap.

“I know,” Dmitri responds as his eyes twitch between street signs, “But I wanted to.” Something about how nonchalant Dmitri seems and how disheveled Vincent just feels off. Nobody Vincent knew would be this… uncaring for appearances. Yet, Dmitri, in an almost invisible way, takes no notice.

Vincent leans back, the muscles in his shoulder twisting into coils. He tries to fade into the soft music barely playing through the speakers. “You didn’t---” “You want some coffee?” Dmitri interrupts, as he pulls into an exit.

“You don’t have to get me anything.”

Dmitri blinks as he turns the car into a drive-through, “I know but do you want coffee?”

Vincent pauses, “I- Yeah but I’ll pay.” Vincent reaches for his wallet, vision blurring with every sudden movement.

Dmitri reaches out and stops his hand. He gives him a soft smile and shakes his head, “My treat.”

“I shouldn’t-”

Dmitri pulls into the drive-through and chuckles, “Nope, too late, I’m paying.”

Vincent tries to open his mouth but Dmitri is already ordering. He finds himself sitting tentatively under his own skin as they get coffee. He prayed silently that the cashier does not recognize him, or anyone outside of Dmitri’s truck.

I really don't want to be seen.

Vincent feels himself coil back behind his eyes again. The weight of air on his skin is just too much to bear. Each roll of the air conditioning across his skin feels too much like breath. Everything, even the hair rising on the back of his neck, just adds to the couplings of soft teeth barely grazing his mind.

Then, the air conditioning stops.

“If you were cold you could’ve just asked to turn the AC down,” Dmitri says, ripping Vincent from the flood of sensations.

“I wasn’t cold,” Vincent responds, noticing the coffee sitting in the cup holder next to him. He takes it and brings the cup to his lips, the smell of hazelnut letting him anchor.

Dmitri raises an eyebrow, “You kinda shut off and started shivering.”

Vincent looks up and blinks. They are in a completely different place, driving through winding hills in the middle of nowhere. “No no I’m just a bit hungover.”

“Oh,” Dmitri chirps as he leans back and grabs something from the seat behind Vincent, “Here, drink this.” He hands Vincent a Gatorade and returns to driving, “I have just water if you don’t do gatorade.”

“Why gatorade?”

Dmitri shrugs, “Hangovers are caused by dehydration, the brain doesn’t have enough water and usually other things too so if you drink a lot of liquids the hangover fades faster.”

Vincent reluctantly takes it and opens the cap, “You keep this stuff in your car?”

“Yeah, Samantha, one of my employees, sometimes comes in hungover so I give her one when she needs it. It kinda became a habit so I just keep them in my car. She’s a good kid so I try not to harp her too much about it,” Dmitri says as he drinks his own coffee.

After taking a sip, Vincent realizes actually how thirsty he is.

I haven’t drunk anything other than liquor since yesterday morning… and that was coffee.

“Have you ever gotten so drunk you only remember flashes of what you did the night before?” Vincent asks as he drinks all of the Gatorade.

Dmitri nods, “I did that alot in my twenties, losing yourself in the lights and all that. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve woken up in either a field, a motel 6, or in the ice box.”

Vincent looks down at the now empty bottle of Gatorade, I drank all of that? He places the bottle at his feet and makes a mental note to throw it out when he gets home. A part of him burns slightly with soured memories of liquor, scotch cologne, and envy. He rests his head back on the chair and lets out a sigh.

His thoughts, taking the wheel of his lips, just spill from his lips, “I really shouldn’t be doing shit like this, since now I have to go off of foggy memories of who I even went back there with.” Vince you’re rambling. “I don’t even remember this guy's name.” Vince, shut up. “And I wake up the next morning, knowing that I slept with him.” Shut the fuck up Vincent! “He’s not even there in the morning too, and now I have to figure out who i have to get to keep his mouth shut about me being gay and I just-”

Great, fucking great Vincent Shield, you’ve dug this grave. Now die in it.

Vincent pales, vision whitening around the edges, “I should've said that- I should’ve please don’t tell anyone. I’ll pay you but please---”

“Vee,” Dmitri says calmly, “I get it, your secrets safe with me. I remember when I was far back in the closet.”

“Wait you’re-”

“Gay, yup. I know I don’t exactly scream fruity but I am.”

Vincent feels himself relax just enough to breathe, “I- thank you, I can’t say how-”

“I get it,” Dmitri reassures, “I’ve accidentally outed myself before too. I did it to my Dad. I know the feeling and I would make a peep.”

Vincent crumples under the weight of his words. Like a cord snapping back, the whiplash of emotions feels like a beheading. “Thank you.”

Silence floods the truck. It gnaws at the ends of Vincent's fingers until they go numb. Vincent shakily reaches out and takes the coffee cup. Hoping the heat loosens the sinue of his fingers.

“So am I just dropping you off at your house or…”

“Yeah yeah, at my house.”

[oftenderweapons]

Love Talk - Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 8.3k words

Genre: mild angst, smut, fluff, romance

Rating: 18+

Hello! I’m definitively back! It’s still complicated because of my presentation, but we’ll see!

I have extra updates, which I’ll share on a separate post, but now let’s focus on part 7/7 of Love Talk! It’s Jeonggukkie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, quick recap: Jeongguk and Candy have been dating/messing around for a couple months before he left for tour (he describes his situation with Candy on his Conversation with Yoongi and Joon), as soon as he comes back, he tries to meet up with his girlfriend to clear things up. They both have a lot of things to say. 

Descriptions and Trigger warnings: THIS IS SMUT, MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE. There’s a bit of angst, mostly because of their previous relationships and miscommunication. Also fluff. This man is really romantic and he literally deserves the most loving girl in the universe. About smut and filth: there’s oral, both male and female receiving, boobjob (and it has nothing to do with plastic surgery), unprotected sex within a committed relationship (PLEASE STAY SAFE Y’ALL.), cockwarming; sweet, fluffy pillowtalk. 

Wordcount: 8.3k words

Here is my masterlist! Also, check the link in my bio if you want to vote for the next prompt :)

Enjoy 💜😘

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Yoongi was laying comfortably in his seat, a light blanket protecting his body from the AC currently turning the airplane into a fridge. The only visible part of his body were his puffy cheeks, and his closed cat eyes.

Beside him, Jeongguk hesitated, pondering whether it would be a good idea to wake him up. Maybe he could ask Namjoon?

No. He knew he needed Yoongi.

"What is it, boy?" The sleepy figure rumbled.

"Oh, you're awake, hyung."

He clicked his tongue. "I was waiting for you to speak."

"I didn't mean to disturb you."

"I could kind of tell you had something on your mind. I was waiting for you to spit it out."

"It's Candy." Gguk replied.

"I see." Yoongi yawned and tried to open his eyes, rubbing them.

"I think I want to see her as soon as I'm back but I don't know how to handle all of what happened and actually talk about stuff without it degenerating." Jeongguk seemed to deflate as soon as all the words got out.

Yoongi nodded and balled up even more under the sheets. "If you want to see her, you should. And if you want her, you should tell her. You should tell her all you've been feeling and then ask her how she's been feeling too. How she feels about what you told her." Yoongi rolled onto his back, stretching his arms. "The seven of us have been together for many many years. We are telepathic by now, but it doesn't work like that with Candy. She cannot read your mind yet, so you should teach her how."

Jeongguk shook his head. "I suck as a teacher. Even I don't know what's going on there half of the time. And I don't know how I've been feeling."

Yoongi shook his head, tutting. "You've been missing her, right?"

Gguk nodded and hummed.

"And you want her, right? You want this to work?"

"Yes, if she wants it, too." The younger man confirmed.

"That's already something, isn't it?" Yoongi encouraged him.

Again Jeongguk nodded.

"I suggest that you reflect on it a little. We have a few more hours before we reach Seoul. You can write a note on your phone about how you felt when you were with her, when you took a pause, when you were without her. And you can write a list of improvements you want to do. Things that you want to change or that you can change to make her stay. Be realistic. Make them small things, just two or three. Show her that you care. That's all it takes to make a conversation work. Show the other party that you're doing your best to meet them in the middle. I'm sure she will appreciate the effort." An arm moved heavily under the blanket, timidly emerging and patting Jeongguk's hand. "And remember to ask her what she doesn't like. Be empathetic. Suggest improvements. That's what women appreciate: empathy."

Jeongguk blinked at that, quickly grabbing his phone to furiously type everything down. As soon as the clicking stopped he raised his head. "Thank you, hyung."

Yoongi closed his eyes and smiled. "That's okay, bunny." He turned around and fell asleep, ignoring the slower but fluent typing happening on the seat beside his.

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"Hi, it's me." Jeongguk's voice said sweetly on the other side of the phone.

"Hello Gguk." You replied soberly. You still didn't know where this whole thing was headed.

"I'm in Seoul." He said, with a slightly insecure, though happy tone.

"I'm glad you're back." You said politely.

"I would like to see you, if you want to." He murmured tentatively.

This is it, you thought. This is the part where I lose him because I was so eager and harsh. Because I didn't respect his bounderies. "Where and when?"

He smiled. "Even now. I'm sort of… Outside your door? I was hoping you would say you were free." He confessed, embarrassed.

This is the shy, but eager and genuine boy you had fallen for. Waiting outside your door, being impatient and frolicking his way back to you anytime he felt unsafe, like a labrador puppy.

"My apartment is a mess right now." You apologised in advance.

"If I'm being honest, I was just trying to pick you up and take you back to my apartment." He explained, his voice betraying his flustered state.

You smiled but still you felt insecure, still fearing the definitive break up.

"Let me grab my things." You said, quickly gathering your bag and keys.

"I'll wait for you." He said, disconnecting the call.

You galloped down the stairs and reached him in record time as he waited for you in the parking lot, a baseball cap on and his mouth covered in a mask.

You neared him with an easy step.

"Hi." You chirped.

He turned to you and smiled with his eyes. "Hello. It's so good to see you." He greeted, hesitating before patting your shoulder. "Let's just get in the car, yeah?"

Again, you realised how stressful it was to have eyes on you all the time.

In the car he patted your knee and caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry, you know. About that." He said, his chin pointing out, referring to his previous behaviour. "Let's just go home so I can kiss you like you deserve." He said, now more confident. "I missed you a lot." He said and his words felt so pure, so sincere.

You put your hand on his. "Let's go home."

Again he smiled and started the car.

The drive wasn't long, his arm coming around your middle as soon as you were both out of the car in the underground parking lot of his block. "How has it been?" He asked, making light conversation as you went into the lift.

"The usual. I've been away for a week for an upgrading course in Busan. The rest was pretty much the same."

He beamed. "Did you like it there? Was it nice? How was the weather? Did you go to that restaurant —? “

He seemed ecstatic about the news until he stopped and frowned. "I wish I'd been there too. With you." He huffed out a breath, his head sinking between his shoulders.

You caressed his back and cheered him up. "We can go together next time." If there will be a next time.

"Yeah, sure." He looked happy again. He liked the idea of you mentioning a next time. It made him feel like he still stood a chance with you.

You entered the apartment still tied together by his arm. "God, your place is always so neat." You said, looking around.

But your looking around lasted only a couple seconds, his hand connecting with your cheek as he placed his lips on yours, delicate, pure and gentle.

Your heart fluttered. This was good. This was everything. He tugged at the heel of his shoe with the tip of his other foot, taking both sneakers off in the process, which you realised only because of him getting an inch shorter. He then parted from your lips, looking you in the eye. "You have no idea how much I missed you." He dove for the crook of your neck, propping his forehead on your collarbone.

He knelt to the floor and something in you caved in at the meaning of the gesture, his hands reaching for your shoelaces and undoing them, your hands going for his shoulders as he took off one of your shoes, then the other, placing them beside his.

Your heart sobbed. Too much. You loved him too much. And he wasn't ready for that. It was way easier to hide your feelings behind excuses and fussing.

He stood up, beaming at you and you closed your eyes, looked away.

He somehow felt it like a punch to the nose.

"Are you hungry? Did you eat?" He worried, walking away.

"Yeah, I ate." When are you leaving me?

Still you tried to pretend it wasn't going there.

"Would you please come here?" He asked, patting the pillows of his sofa.

Here it comes.

Still you moved closer, every step feeling like you were willingly heading for your execution block.

"Sit?" He asked his eyes glittering at you.

When he looked at you like this — and he did so a lot — you felt like you were his whole universe. It was the stare he only had for his hyungs. And for his mother, who you had met accidentally.

You simply sat down, tired of waiting for your impending doom.

"I have something to tell you." He said softly, taking his phone out of his pocket.

He held your hand, crisscrossing your fingers together.

You couldn't hold back anymore. "Gguk."

"Me first." He said, stopping you.

You shook your head, staring at your lap.

"How are you feeling? How have you been feeling since I left?"

Broken. Numb. "I won't lie. It's been hard. I missed you." You confesses.

"I'm sorry." Jeongguk whispered. "I'm sorry we fought before I left."

"It's okay." You replied, squeezing his hand.

"It was hard for me too. Of course I missed you. Sorry if I didn't show. And sorry if I hardly ever called you." He closed his eyes, gulping.

"I am not okay that you disappeared. We dated for like… Three months? Before you left for the tour. And for one month of those three you were touring here and in Japan." You remembered. "Why didn't you call?"

He bit his lip. "It hurt." He put down his phone.

"Why, Jeongguk?"

"Because I missed you. Because I was dumb when I let you go, before I left. When you smashed the door on your way out that night, so enraged that you didn't even put on your shoes in your rush out, I thought I would never see you again. It feels like a miracle to see you in my house again." He was speaking through a lump in his throat. "And it hurt even more because every time I heard your voice, I was reminded of how much of a dick I had been. And in all of that I ignored that I hadn't been fair to you because I was too busy wanting you."

You frowned.

"I missed you. Not only your soul. Your body too." He blushed. "I had a hard time accepting that."

You exhaled. "I was angry, but I realised I had overreacted."

Jeongguk looked up at you. "You had every right to be angry. And overreacting is not a thing. It was important to you but I didn't get that. I'm sorry." He apologised again. He was ready to say sorry one million times more if that meant that he could have you.

"And then I didn't call because it felt like you were busy. You were so stressed before you left and I figured you didn't want me distracting you and reminding you of all our problems."

He tried to put himself together. He felt he was going to cry. "We both didn't call." He paused. "I must say Yoongi helped me when he saw I was struggling. That was the first time I called. He helped me understand a lot of things." He changed the hand holding yours and wrapped his free arm around you, bringing you closer to him, tugging you into his side."You know I'm shy. And inexperienced. I only had one person before you and it was toxic." Once more he shrinked and hid into you.

"Do you feel like talking about it?" You asked gently.

"No. We talked about her plenty." He said, exhausted. "You know my limits. And I want to improve. But I need you to help me out with this." He sobbed. He was crying. "I don't know how to do this alone."

It was a mess. You started crying too.

"I know my mind is fucked up, and I don't speak much. When I do, I say dumb things and most time they don't make sense—"

"Don't berate yourself like this. You're a sensitive young man. Kind and smart and very private about your emotions. Of course I can't understand you like your friends do, but I want to." You tried rubbing his tears away with the palm of your hand, but he hid even more into you, sobbing into your T-shirt. "I think I'll learn to ask you how you feel. I can ask you more often, if you want to. And I'll keep nagging until you elaborate." You laughed at that, even though your cheeks felt wet. "How do you feel right now, Googie?"

He hugged you to himself, wrapping you tighter in his arms. His words came out smothered against your bosom. "I feel cared for. Thankful." Pause. "Loved."

You bit your lip at that. You had managed to show even though you had desperately tried not to. Your fear of him not loving you intensified. He said he had missed you, your body, and that he didn't want you to leave. That he wanted to improve this relationship. But did he love you?

"What would happen if I fell in love with you, Jeongguk?" You asked, terrified. It was worth a shot. If it went wrong, he would ask you to leave and both of you would nurse your broken hearts separately. But if it went right? It was a leap of faith.

He parted from your chest. "Are you in love with me?" He asked, wide bambi eyes shining in marvel.

All you did was nod.

He started sobbing again, crying rivers, suffocating himself against the crook of your neck.

You smiled, shaking your head in confusion. "Googie. How are you feeling, baby?"

"Happy. Very grateful." He hid into you. "I prayed so much for this." He stared at you. "I'm young. I don't know if what I feel is love. It's a messed up concept for me. But I want to hold on to you. Take care of you. I hope this is enough until you teach me what love is like."

You nodded, stars sparkling in your heart. You didn't expect him to say it back. It was good for now. All your fears had to do with him sending you away, leaving you. You didn't care if he didn't love you back as long as he kept you. It might speak poorly of you, but for now it was enough. You would show him, teach him. And maybe someday he'd understand what he feels for you.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked meekly.

You nodded with a smile.

This time, he kissed you slowly, deliberately, cupping your cheeks and stopping with his nose pressed to yours. "Why are you crying?"

You shook your head, giving him Eskimo kisses in the process. "I was afraid you were leaving me. And you were crying, so I cried too."

He smiled and joined your lips, gently asking for you to open your mouth.

It wasn't a tangle of tongues. Not straight away, at least. It was more of a series of kitten licks to the tip of your tongue, deepening with long sweeps to your palate. The experience turned out to be wildly erotic. Jeongguk might be a demure man, but he's a keen student and a quick learner. Ever since your first few make out sessions, he had learnt what he liked and he had learnt to deliver it flawlessly, making you completely forget whatever your preferences were. You didn't care as long as he put his dedication and passion into it. He managed to make everything feel good and you didn't even know why.

It must be the virgo energy, you wondered. Perfectionist.

"I still have things to say, Candy." He spelled on your lips.

You whined. "Later." And you captured his lower lip between yours.

Still he pulled away. "Candy. Please."

You pouted and sat back. "Okay, I'm listening."

"When I was on tour I often felt guilty. And it's not just that. I somehow felt it back then, before the fight." His fingers intertwined. "It was… Lust."

You remained neutral, listening.

"I felt guilty, for wanting you even though you were angry at me. And before, it was guilt too, when I wanted you all the time, without being sure that you were right for me. When I only wanted you for your body." He confessed, unsure. "I want you a lot and I'm not sure I love you but I care about you so much, like family, like friends."

You exhaled and laughed. "I know how lust feels. And it's okay to want someone without being sure about your feelings. We feel attraction. And it's right. It's good." You grabbed his hands and brought them to your lips. "I wanted you too. I was scared and then angry, then you were gone and I missed you. I missed your body too." You replied.

"Why were you scared?" He asked, titubant.

You didn't manage to make eye-contact. "I realised I have feelings for you. I was afraid that you weren't ready and that you would not see me anymore."

He stood very still, eyes barren. "I am sorry you felt like that." He tried to make you look at him. "I'm sorry I didn't make you feel safe enough to talk about that." As he saw another tear roll down your cheek, he hugged you to his chest lifting you and placing you on his lap. "I'll make it better. I promise I'll learn to talk to you." He said. "With small steps. I'll need encouragement and support, constant nagging. I don't know if we'll manage, but I want to try."

You let his wide chest engulf you.

"I'll make it up to you, Candy. Anything, baby." He kissed the top of your head. "I have feelings for you too, you know, right?"

You sobbed harder and he cooed. "Don't cry, honey, or I'll start crying too." He spoke gently, rocking you back and forth. "You're my precious Candy." He crooned at your ear. "They're not taking my candy from me." He sing-sang again, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

You calmed down at his gentle ways, safe in the port of his arms.

"What would you say if we went to bed?" He asked, waiting for your feedback.

"It's five pm." You replied.

"I'm jetlagged." He volleyed back.

You didn't have much strength to argue back. "Carry me?"

He snickered and picked you up bridal-style. "Your majesty, we respectfully announce to you that your royal carriage is about to depart. Destination: the bedroom. We recommend you keep a firm hold on the safety devices." He proclaimed, making you laugh, but also making sure that your fingers were firmly laced behind his neck.

With a few long strides he reached his room, taking smaller steps to the bed to make sure that he wouldn't hit the frame with his calves, like the first time you had sex here. He had twin bruises a few inches below his knees the following day. It was hilarious.

He got ready to get on the bed, but you stopped him.

"Can I rinse my face?" You asked. He raised his eyebrows and carried you to the bathroom, dropping you only for you to wash your face quickly. He did too, passing you some soap and then offering you his moisturiser. Once your faces felt brand new, he insisted on picking you up again, only to carry you for a few steps before climbing the bed. He knelt in the middle of the mattress, lowering you to your side of the bed. "That's your place. I hope you learn to stay there." He whispered, and you weren't quite sure this was your Gguk. This looked like his dark, demanding personality, whose appetite for you never seemed to quiver or die down, who only took on his terms, according to his tastes — and just like with making out, oh boy, did he deliver.

"Cuddles?" You asked, pouting.

He threw his body down, beside yours, tucking you under his chin. "Yup. Let's just nap a little."

You nodded. The weather outside was right, with the slight bite of cold due to the rain supposed to come in the evening and a gloomy greyness coming from the cloudy sky.

He slid out from beneath you, and sat up, taking off his t-shirt. "There you go." He said, offering you the garment at the same as you slipped your sweater off, exchanging it with the shirt. As he laid back down and took off his sweats, you unhooked your bra and threw it to the floor beside your sweater.

Shaking his head he snickered, rolling on top of you and smirking as he gathered your clothes and folded the sweater, his fingers getting caught on the frilly straps of your nice bra. "This is that one?" He asked, blushing slightly with a raised eyebrow as he folded that too. "Off with your jeans too."

"The one from our date, yeah."

"From our microwave date." He reminisced, catching the jeans you'd just taken off and folding them too.

"From our ramen date." You reminisced, rolling on your side to look at him as he moved the neat pile to his empty bedside.

He moved back, laying on his side facing you.

"Best ramen of my life." He whispered, his fingers wrapping around your hipbone and pushing you on your back, then shifting you around until he was spooning you, his hand climbing up underneath your shirt. His shirt.

Well.

"It's just cuddles, really." He said, cupping your breast lovingly.

"Gguk."

"Sweet dreams, Candy." He said, shushing you and settling in for sleep.

His big hand tucked between his mattress and the side of your boob, his chin resting atop your head.

Somehow you both found yourself falling asleep. You slept peacefully, Jeongguk progressively expanding over you. In his sleep he always grew clingy but you didn't bother, normally you would wake up sweaty and let him take you against the shower wall, getting dirty before cleaning yourself up.

You didn't know what time it was when you woke up, just that there was almost no light coming in, the sky opening up in downpour.

And someone was nipping at your belly.

With a groan you opened your eyes. "Gguk," you murmured, your arms stretching above your head, back arching as your body woke up.

"You awake?" He asked.

You nodded with a lazy smile. "Not like you woke me, uh?"

He giggled with mischief. "Me? Why? How?"

You shook your head. "What do you want?"

Jeongguk kissed a path from your belly to the waistband of your panties. "Can't you guess?" His eyes closed as he nuzzled his nose to your pubis. "I just woke up. I want a snack."

You hesitated. "You don't have to…"

He immediately lifted his head and looked away, his expression absolutely transparent with emotion. "You don't want me to?" He said, worrying his lower lip.

You blinked, at a loss. "It's… I don't know. Why?"

"I want you." He said bluntly, his face and neck blushing. "You always make it so good. I want to taste you." He brushed his lips against your thigh, hiding from your incredulous stare. He took your hesitation for reluctance. "But if you don't want to it's okay." He parted from your crotch, climbing upwards and laying his head on your chest.

He never pushed you into this. He was always so delicate in terms of what you wanted. And he had never asked for more than what you had already offered him. It's not like he's never offered to go down on you. He has, very subtly, but you had somehow slalomed your way through his hints. You knew he would be patient, he would listen to your feedback and stop if you asked him to, but you had been there before with other people and you had no intention of undermining his confidence with your insecurities and limits. You didn’t want to fake it with him because first, probably he would know and second, that would mean undermining his confidence too. Plus you wouldn't want to spark his competitive side, setting him off on an impossible quest. No orgasm from oral sex in your life. It was good like that. You could live through it.

"I just think we should talk about this." He said shyly, slightly confused — or maybe sad? You couldn't properly interpret his tone without seeing his expression. "You do it all the time for me. It feels unfair." He explained, feeling extremely sorry for what he perceived as one of his many shortcomings. "I just want to please you." He said, his voice begging.

"Googie." You called simply. "It's just that I don't need you to do that to please me."

"I've never done it before." He said, quietly.

You froze midtrack. You were both beginners at this. So maybe… Maybe you could both figure it out. "See, I've always sidestepped the topic because, well… I've tried this before and I’ve never liked it much. It was frustrating and they always kept going even though I asked them to stop. They always said 'oh, I'm gonna change your mind' and stuff. And in the end I always got tired and angry and I always faked it." You combed his hair with your fingers. "I don't want to disappoint you. Or make you waste your time."

He raised his head, propping his chin on your breastbone. "It’s not a waste of time. I want to do this because I want to kiss you there. Taste you. Show you I want to please you. It has nothing to do with making you cum. Sure it’s a nice optional, but that’s it.” He rambled bluntly. “Anyone who does it so that they are just proud of their skill are missing out on the intimacy of it. You should do it to show that you care, not to show that you’re good at it.” He said, getting quite upset over the selfishness of your exes. “I… I think we could give it a try. Just once. Whenever you're ready." He offered as calmly and kindly as his enthusiasm allowed.

Seeing him so excited had you doubtful but optimistic. "Just promise me that you won't get upset if I don't…"

He pouted, his expression melting at your vulnerability. “I won’t get upset. I will stop and make love to you, if you want to. Or I’ll just go grab a snack and we can watch something on the tv or play games, whatever...” He reassured you, holding your hand.

You curled your lips and looked up, away from him as you sweetened your voice. “Can we try?”

He cocked his head to the side. “I didn’t mean we have to try now, but if you’re ready then I’m ready.”

“I want to.” You said definitively.

He stretched to kiss your lips. “Just tell me when it feels good.”

You smiled and bent your legs at the knees, opening them for him. "I promise I will.”

“Perfect.” He started kissing down your torso, still covered by his shirt. You didn’t make to remove it, and he ignored it, his attention focused elsewhere. A chill ran down our spine as you felt the heat of his naked torso leave your upper half, your nipples hardening in the process. "We're only doing this so you feel good." He lifted the t-shirt with his pinkie finger, kissing and nibbling the tender skin of your belly. "If you change your mind, just tell me." He said, gently pressing his lips to your hipbones, first your left, then your right one. "It's an experiment.” He pouted against your belly button. "I’m only trying to show you how much I want to make you feel good. And maybe I'll have beginner’s luck." He shrugged smiling demurely to himself before placing his mouth on your mound.

He teased it delicately, just bringing his lips side to side over the fabric of your panties. His shoulders and arms moved below your bent legs, hooking around your thighs, his hands meeting yours on your navel. "I just want your taste. The rest is useless. I don't need you to cum." He said, as reassuring as possible while his ears blushed.

"You're sharing your feelings with me, Gguk. You're doing amazing, baby." You cheered him on, trying to encourage him. "Are you happy, love?" You tested the nickname on your tongue for the first time.

His reaction was impeccable. "I am ecstatic." He kissed your clit chastely through the fabric. "Also, starving."

You moaned in delight. His naked torso between your spread legs was a vision to behold, especially as you observed the muscles of his back fluttering. "And who am I to deny my boy a snack?"

He lowered his head, licking the gusset of your panties, now almost soaked through. "Oh, I'm your boy?" He asked you cutely.

"You are, Googie." You said, one hand leaving his to stroke his long bangs away from his face.

"Your boy." He teased. "Boy." He snarled. "As if I haven't fucked your brains a hundred times already."

You grinned and pushed your hips up against his face. "I can't wait for that."

With a bunny smile he dragged your hand down to the waistband of your panties. "Do you want to touch yourself?” He asked, this time without a blush.

The shift was always fascinating. One moment he couldn’t even say the word “cunt” and the second he was calling you his pretty fuckdoll, grabbing your waist and making you bounce on his cock as you rode him.

“Mmh…” You thought about it. “What if…” You took the lead over your joined hands, dragging both yours and his to the gusset, hooking your digit into the fabric and slipping it to the side, baring yourself.

“Smell so good…” He said, looking in your eyes as his tongue lolled out and slipped up along your slit.

A long moan escaped your mouth. “Gguk.”

He ended his swipe with a kiss, parting from you. “Yes, honey?”

“Take ‘em off.” You whispered. “Please.”

He grinned and left your hands, his fingers gripping the fabric on your hips, and tugging downwards.

You both fumbled a little until your panties reached your ankles and he aggressively took them off and away. He regained his position, this time with much more gentleness.

“Direct me.” He asked, his thumb grazing your clit.

You closed your eyes, biting your lip and focusing on the feeling between your legs, “More to… there.” You huffed, your legs parting even further.

His mouth stretched into a smile as he kissed the warm, moist skin of your labia. Humming, he opened his lips just barely, using the velvety inner side of them to encompass first your left side, his tongue teasing the skin as he sucked it gently.

You were getting wet, and it wasn’t because of his drool. You were liking it, a lot.

It wasn’t just someone placing their o-shaped mouth against your crotch and humming. He wasn’t drawing the alphabet on your clit or doing fancy business with his tongue in your hole. He was making out with your cunt. It felt amazing.

"I like what you're doing, Gguk." You reminded yourself to lead him.

He nodded and moved to the other side, doing just the same, his lips trapping your flesh and sucking on it gently, his tongue lashing at it. You pushed your hips against him, trying to gain some pressure on your clit, currently under his thumb.

Noticing that your wetness had started oozing from your core, mixing with his drool, he licked it like a dripping ice cream, the motion producing a loud slurping sound. The upward flick of his tongue had you squeaming. "That's very very—" You stopped mid-sentence to release a skittish moan. "More, Jeongguk, please." You begged, his hand leaving your clit to wrap around your wrists and bring your palms to the crown of his head.

Now happy with the new position he started licking you, using the hard flat of his tongue to push your clit up, exposing the tender nerves which rarely received such an intense stimulation.

And then you felt it. The tightening of your core, the sudden need to hold your breath and tense your legs.

"Gguk, baby, you're doing incredible." You didn't know the exact ingredient that made his technique work on you, probably the mix of pressure and motion, which to your memory you had never experienced before.

His tongue almost cramping, Jeongguk took a pause, sucking on the apex of your labia. You whined.

"Sorry, sweetie. I need a second." He muttered apologetically. "Any feedback for me?" He asked.

You shook your head, a whine escaping when he unhooked one of his arms from your hips and slid two fingers between your thighs, into your cunt, crooking them in that way that always had your legs shaking. You moaned and threw your head back.

"Feedback, darling?" He reminded you with a teasing smile.

"Keep doing that licking thing." You whined.

He smirked. "This?" He asked, sucking your labium and teasing it with the tip of the tongue.

"No Gguk!" You cried out.

He released your left fold. "Oh! You mean the other side?" He said, before mirroring the gesture there.

You shook your head, gripping his hair and pulling, trying to move his mouth upwards. His fingers inside you were bringing you closer and closer. "Make me cum, Gguk. I want your tongue on my clit, please."

He let go of your skin with a pop. "That's what you want, baby?" He asked, looking into your eyes. "Are you really that close?"

You nodded with fervour before pushing his lips to your bundle of nerves.

With the perfect flick and swipe he found the right spot once more, the motion so natural and easy to him that with a couple strokes he had you on the verge of your high.

"Gguk, baby… So good. I'm… I can't believe it, baby. There…" You babbled until you felt your hips snap, his tattooed forearm pinning you down while your body abandoned itself to the throes of ecstasy. You didn't realise your grip on him was becoming painful, and neither did he, being so focused on your reaction.

His fingers kept stretching your inner walls, making you forget that sense of emptiness that always had you dissatisfied with your orgasms while he was away.

When your body went limp and released all the tension, melting on the bed, he let go of you, gently removing his fingers to suck at your wetness with a moan. "You look so pretty." He murmured simply while you were still recovering.

Slowly, he climbed up your body, laying down at your side. "Are you okay, Candy?"

You nodded unconsciously, curling onto your side and hiding against him. "That was insane." You whispered, still panting, a phantom touch making you quiver.

He too huffed a heavy breath of exertion, smiling with his eyes closed. "I'm glad I broke the spell." He spoke quietly with a giggle.

"I wanna blow you." You said neutrally.

He wrapped his arms around you. "Before we do that, I must tell you that I thought about what you said. About me not looking at you."

You opened your eyes and tried to focus. "You know I said that but it's not a big deal? I totally overreacted and said that just to pick a fight—"

"The point is that you said that." He objected, dragging his fingertips up and down your spine. "So it must mean something." He kicked his lips nervously. "You know that most times I don't look at you only because I get shy. And then because I find it hot." He explained, hiding from your gaze. "I know that if I looked at you, I would make a fool of myself. I would just come apart straight away like a boy."

You tutted, confused. "And what's wrong with that?"

He shook his head and laughed. "You always say I'm your boy." He got really quiet, his voice soft and delicate. "I just wish I were your man."

You exhaled. "How much you last has nothing to do with that. Honestly, I do see you as a man. However I love your delicate, emotional, more innocent side, just as much as I love your demanding, strong and mature one." You kissed his chest. "I feel a lot of fondness for you, and it makes me want to protect you, and call you my boy, because this feels so sweet all the time and you're so romantic." You caressed his face and made him look at you. "But I don't want you to perceive that as a threat to your manhood. I don't see it like that." You brought his palm to your lips and then laid it on your breast, leading his hand into squeezing your flesh. "I know when you're my boy and when you're my man. Sometimes they mingle and it's nice, you get playful and domineering at the same time and it's amazing. Sometimes it's just delicate and emotional, other times it's raw and crude. I love it." You laughed as you thought about it. "I've never had all this variety in my whole life. This feels new." You let go of his hand as he started moving to his own taste and pattern.

He lifted his gaze from your chest to your face, blinking slowly. "So it's okay? We're okay?" He checked.

"We are." You replied warmly.

"So it worked… Down there?" He questioned, biting his lip. "I mean, I kinda get you liked it, just…"

You laughed again. "I liked it, yeah. Hell, I came so fast." You blushed, surprised. "And yeah. You definitely did the right moves." You combed his damp hair back. "Let me thank you properly.” You grinned, laying on top of him and straddling his waist, sitting back on your knees and taking off your shirt.

Jeongguk blushed and chuckled, his eyes going to your perky nipples while you were busy removing your garment. As you re-emerged, you noticed his gaze move upwards, acting as if he hadn’t been staring at your tits.

"Keep looking, come on." You spurred him on as he smirked at you. Slowly you backed from his lap to his knees, dragging your nails along the V-shaped indentation at his waist, capturing the waistband of his boxers in the process and pushing it all the way down his thighs and kneecaps; finally he removed the garment completely with small kicks of his legs. Right in front of you, you spotted his erection. He looked so magnificent with a slight upward curve that replaced the thickness and length that some of your exes had. And god, he was dripping already.

You bent over him, giving a slow lick from base to tip. You looked up, expecting to see his head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted gently as he moaned for you. Instead he was propped up against the pillow, wide bambi eyes glued to you, staring.

"Choose. Either I stare and cum in a minute or I look away and we take our time." He said and you barely understood how he switched from your cute boyfriend to a sexy, dark dom.

"Eyes on me."

"Then make the show worthy, Honeybun." He smirked.

You went straight for it, gripping the base hard and wrapping your mouth around the spongy tip, sucking.

"Oh God. More, Candy. Your mouth is a miracle, ____."

You felt proud. He always lost his mind with the way you sucked him.

"Are you proud of yourself?" He asked, looking at the way his length disappeared in your mouth.

Releasing him, you licked his slit, capturing his taste and nodding.

“My dirty, dirty girl.” He muttered as you scratched his thighs, your head working a few inches of his length before sinking down. “Fuck, Candy. Yes.”

You sucked harder, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“You look so good, honey.” He praised you, “You’re gonna ruin me, ____. Look at me.” He whined, placing his hands in your hair and pushing your head up, making you look at him.

You let him slip out of your mouth. “Does it feel good?” You asked, devilish.

He nodded, caressing your face.

“Then why aren’t you cumming yet?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

His mouth opened in shock before he gripped himself with one hand and brought his tip to the seam of your lips. “Open up.”

You let your tongue slip out, taking a kittenish lick before whispering, “Then keep your eyes on me.”

His eyes locked with yours. “Open up.” He repeated.

You smiled and took him in.

His moan was divine, his eyelids fluttering as he tried not to close his eyes. “Take it all. Candy.”

You moaned and his hips jumped slightly, making you focus on your throat, trying not to gag. Your drool dripped all over him as you released his cock, twin tears running down your cheeks after his intrusion.

“Was that too much, honey?” He cupped your jaw and dried the stain. “Did I move too fast?”

You denied, eyes still on him as you started pumping his shaft, repeatedly hollowing your cheeks with a pulsating pattern.

“Oh fuck! Keep doing that, Candy!” His voice was rumbly, his accent thicker with the gentle lisp of his dialect, his brow furrowed and his beautiful, expressive eyes were on you, taking in every single one of your moves. His pupils were dilated, darkness and desire swirling there with repressed intensity, his jaw locked tight as he tried not to snap his hips upward. “Candy I’m gonna—”

You swallowed him, your nose reaching an inch from the base, your gaze still focused on him.

This time he couldn’t control himself: he thrusted in, his hands gripping your hair but leaving you free to move, in case he went too deep. What truly amazed you was the way he moaned out your name, his chest deflating, his eyebrows lowering and his eyes narrowing, but staying as open as he could muster. He looked sex-addled and blissed-out.

He looked beautiful. He looked as beatific as he could ever possibly get. His bare chest was flushed, his nipples hard, his biceps bulging with the way he was tightening his fists. “Candy, honey?”

His voice was so sweet and tender compared to the way he had growled your name almost a minute ago.

You gently let him slip out, his cock laying half-hard on his stomach. "Yeah?"

"Come here." He whispered, inviting you up towards him.

You climbed his body.

He was breathing heavily. He looked at your stomach, trying to think how to say this properly. He exhaled. And then spoke. "I know you might want to venture in more kinky stuff." He explained. "And I want to do that too. It's just that I'm still pretty new to the basic stuff, so I think I'd like to get good at that before we explore the kinky stuff."

You raised your eyebrows, quite unsure where all of this was coming from. As you got ready to say 'okay' he started speaking again.

"However, there's a thing I'd like to try…" His sentence ended with an upward intonation, making it sound like a question.

"What is it, love?" You asked, worried and curious.

He blushed and hid his face behind his hands. "I don't think I'll ever get used to you calling me that." He goofed.

You pouted, absolutely endeared, laying down on top of him and placing your head on his chest, kissing his breastbone. "Tell me what you want, Googie." You gave him another kiss. "You know I won't deny you."

You felt his chest inflate before his breath fanned over your hair. "I want you to use your breasts… There."

You licked your lips. "Holy fuck, Gguk." You took a few seconds. Slowly, you started kissing down his chest, stopping every now and then to suck at his bronzed, taut skin.

He moaned as you bit gently at his abs. "Is this really happening?"

You nodded, giggling. "Yes, baby." You brushed the tip of your nose on the ridge of his upper abs.

He whined. "I want the other nickname."

You laid your chest on top of his lap, making your breasts rock from side to side. "Oh, you're getting picky, love."

His gentle moan stopped at his throat, changing in a raspy groan as you gripped the sides of your boobs and squished them together, engulfing the top of his hard-on.

"Like this?" You asked, starting to slide on him. Next time you intended to do this, you'd better have him slippery, but for this time you'd make it work.

"Yes, Candy." This time he did let his head tip back and his eyelids roll close. He was a vision to behold. You felt him get harder and harder, already pulsating. When you felt him starting to twitch you looked up.

He was staring and he looked ravenous. Keeping eye contact, you licked your lips and stretched your tongue out, teasing his tip.

"Fuck me, Candy. Fuck. Get on that dick, baby. Ride me." He ordered.

Smiling to yourself you straddled his hips and grabbed his cock, using your slickness to rub his head over your slit, pushing him in and sliding down slowly. He groaned at that while you hummed, focusing on taking him a bit at a time. "Please, Candy." He growled, biting his lip and looking at your face. "Touch yourself. Wanna feel you cum." He said as soon as you sat on top of him.

Bringing your middle and ring finger to your lips, you soaked them in your saliva, a string of it connecting your tongue to your digits as you extracted them and moved them south. You immediately found your clit and started drawing slow circles.

"Cum, Candy." He whispered.

"Give me a couple minutes." You reprimanded embarrassedly. "I need to–" You moaned as he gave the smallest push of his hips.

"Stay there. Keep touching yourself." He ordered, circling his hips gently. You started moving yourself, trying to slide up but he blocked your hips. "No. Want to feel all of it. Don't move."

He was filling you, his shaft moving with small motions. However the fullness turned out to be particularly effective, somehow making your inner nerve endings more sensitive to the movements of your fingers. "Gguk."

"Keep quiet unless you're cummin, honey."

You simply bit your lower lip and obeyed, focusing on your task. As your breathing grew erratic, you felt Jeongguk's lips meet your left nipple, sucking it until your hips snapped and your climax dawned over you. You screamed his name, loud and proud while he pounced on you, throwing you with your back to the mattress, hammering into you with a speed no man had ever fucked you to before.

"Say it, Candy." He growled.

You panicked. What could he possibly want? You went for the classic. "You're the fucking best." You murmured.

He snickered, hitting you with a punishing thrust. "Try again."

Your brain felt like a juggler losing control of his trick, too fucked out to actually find the right words. "You're my perfect man."

He tutted and gave you an harsh glance. "Don't make me ask you again."

"I don't know Jeongguk, please. I'm sorry." You cried out, your body going haywire with overstimulation. "Please, slow down, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't want to leave you." You babbled, reminding yourself of the hard time you had given both of you with your separation. "Please, it was a mistake. I was dumb. I love you, Gguk, please." You kept begging.

"Again." He groaned through his laboured breath.

"I made a mistake. Please, forgive me. I love you." You begged.

"That's it." He huffed out. "You love me." He repeated himself, his thrusts growing sloppy.

That’s it. "I love you." You repeated. "I love you," You kissed his bicep and stretched to his lips. "I love you."

He groaned your name and collapsed on top of you. "You love me." He whispered.

You simply nodded. "I do." You shivered as he gave the last few pushes.

"I do." He repeated.

Your heart did a somersault at that. You would unravel those two words later, since you knew he was probably just fucked out and incoherent, absolutely unconscious of what he was actually saying. You caressed his hair tenderly. 

"I want to stay inside." He whispered, getting sleepy. "You feel so good." He got comfortable, rolling both of you on your side so he wouldn’t smash you with his weight. "I don’t ever want to give this up."

This was the moment when his tongue grew loose, when he would just let himself confess all those things that worried him, that buzzed through his mind but that he didn’t want to validate by speaking them out loud. 

"I missed feeling this free with you." His eyes were closed, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other laying on your hip as his palm gripped your ass. "You have no idea how happy I am when I’m with you like this. I lost my mind thinking that last time would be our last time forever."

You tutted at him, touching his face. 

"I kept thinking you were doing it with someone else. I was furious. And before I went to bed I always thought of you. How difficult it feels to fall asleep without you by my side."

"I’m not your ex, Googie. I don’t solve problems between us by going to someone else." You ran your palm down his spine, playfully patting his behind. "And I’m in love with you. That means I can’t think of anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. And no one else can give me what I have with you."

He kissed the top of your head. "I will take care of you." He promised. "I will keep going. Until there’s no doubt left. Until I can love you like you deserve." He yawned.

"We’ll be alright."         

[catnaples]

TOXIC CRUSH, PART 2

 This is not my best story. I’ve been working hard on it, but after a certain point I just get bored and frustrated, It’s why I don’t normally do 2 part stories. I hope you like though! Give me some feedback so I can improve!

TW: Spitting, slapping, attempted non-con, mentions of bullying, implied murder, implied kidnapping

PT 1

 Moving to Seijoh for the first week was hard. Half of the students took it upon themselves to giggle at you for your thick thighs or your soft belly, while the other half was welcoming but kept their distance. You had come from Karasuno after all, and everyone knew how much the volleyball team hated the crows. 

 You stayed away from the gym all week, fighting your urge to ask to be their manager. Instead, you chose to work on forming friendships with your classmates and good impressions with your teachers.

 You remembered Seijoh’s team very clearly from the last time you had seen them, which was after Karasuno’s loss to them. You had felt them watching you the entire time as you moved from teammate to teammate, giving out comforting hugs and cold bottles of water. Their eyes bore into you everywhere you went in the gym, and it made you incredibly self-conscious. 

Oikawa seemed like the kind of guy to bully someone for appearance only, and the last thing you wanted was to get on his bad side...well, anymore than you probably already were since you came from Karasuno. You could take a lot of things, but bullying you for your body type always hits home the hardest.

 By the time summer came around, Seijoh had become more welcoming to you. You had a new group of friends, and you hadn’t really encountered the volleyball team. A Few words of encouragement from your best friend and a can of caffeine boosted your courage, and the day before vacation you finally faced your fears and entered Seijoh’s gym.

 At first, no one seemed to notice you. You crept your way to the coach, and gave him a quick bow. After a brief introduction, you quietly asked about possibly managing for the team. Of course he didn’t pay attention to you. He barely recognized you from their rival school. He responded with a flick of the wrist. “Oikawa is the captain, you can ask him.” 

 As your courage drained from your body, he called Oikawa over, catching the attention of the third years who all stared at your shaking form. “This young lady wants to speak to you.” He said plainly before turning his attention back to the team. 

 Oikawa came sauntering over, the flirtatious grin on his lips melting off as he began to recognize who you were. “Well well, if it isn’t Karasuno’s prized manager...what are you doing here in my school’s uniform?” He sneered, irritation flashing in his eyes.

 It took you a moment to find your voice as you fidgeted with the hem of your untucked shirt. “W-well...I’m no longer a part of Karasuno’s volleyball team. I left a little bit ago. I...I was just wondering if...maybe you needed a manager?” You asked, staring at him with hopeful eyes. “I’ve got the experience.” You tried to joke.

 He stared at you with his burning brown eyes, and you looked away, the stare too intense. “And why did you leave?” He asked, hooking his finger under your chin so you would look at him again. 

 You could still feel the other third years eyes on you as they continued to practice, and your face burned with shame. He was going to say no, no matter what you said to convince him. You were sure of it. You simply came here to embarrass yourself. 

 You concentrated on the wall behind him as you spoke, willing yourself not to cry. “One of the team members asked me out, and I said no to maintain our friendship. I guess it hurt him a lot, because by the next week the entire school turned on me.” You said, your voice quiet. 

 Oikawa released your chin and stared down at you, a different look now placed on his face. “They...bullied you out? Because you turned someone down?” He asked, his voice low. You nodded, staring down at his shoes. 

 There was a long pause, and then he chuckled. “Fine then, you can manage our team. I’d like to see the looks on Karasuno’s faces when they see their cute little manager running around tending to us instead.” He smirked, before bending over to look you in the eyes. 

 “We practice during the summer too. Come to the gym tomorrow morning at eight. We’ll provide a manager's uniform for you.” He said, before cuffing you lightly on the shoulder. You stared, almost numb with shock, as he ran back to his waiting teammates.

 Iwaizumi was looking from you to Oikawa and back, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. You stiffly walked from the gym, unsure whether or not you even wanted to manage anymore.

 You didn’t bother texting your friend about it, instead choosing to block the thought of the entire situation out with music and other mundane activities. The next morning, you trudged back to the gym, making sure to arrive five minutes early to try and maintain a good impression. 

 You were in the gym for maybe two seconds before Matsukawa and Hanamaki were towering over you, lazy grins plastered on their faces. “Well, Oikawa was telling the truth. He caught a little mouse from Karasuno.” Hanamaki said, examining your face. 

 You felt your cheeks heat up at the intense stare, and looked away. “Uh, yes...my name is Y/N, I’ll be managing the team now.” You said quietly. “Aw, she’s shy too. Cute.” Matsukawa laughed lazily. 

 “Alright, leave her alone. It’s time to warm up.” You heard a gruff voice say. Hanamaki and Matsukawa parted to reveal Iwaizumi standing behind them, his arms crossed. The tall boys in front of you shrugged and moved away, beginning a conversation on something you couldn’t quite make out. 

 Iwaizumi handed you a square package. “This is your uniform. Go into the girls locker room and change, then meet us back here. Oikawa is going to go through everything he expects you to do for the team.” He said, before turning and beginning to move away. 

 You breathed a sigh of relief at the absence of his intense stare, before he turned again. “Oh, and by the way. We won’t treat you the way Karasuno did. With us...you’ll be fine.” He mumbled. Before you could respond, he was striding away, yelling commands out at the rest of the team. 

 Stunned, you slowly made your way back to the locker rooms to change. Although the entire situation was turning you into a nervous wreck, and you still weren’t sure if you trusted the team, that simple comment made you feel a little warm inside. 

 Karasuno’s treatment of you was cruel, especially from the volleyball team. They constantly painted Seijoh out as the villains, as if they were the main protagonists. Yet here you were, joining their volleyball team with their ace himself telling you not to feel scared.

 You hurried to change into the white and blue tracksuit, internally admiring how well it fit you. Part of being a bigger girl was that not everything fit you just right. However, in this you felt semi-confident. 

 After changing you made your way back to the gym, praying for an easy day. You entered just in time to watch Oikawa set a ball to Iwaizumi, who spiked it, narrowly missing a first year's face. You couldn’t remember the name, but he looked very familiar. 

 You stood in the corner for a solid ten minutes, watching the sheer talent of the team in amazement. Their teamwork, along with the drive to win no matter what, was very apparent in the way they played. No wonder they beat Karasuno.

 As they all took a quick breather, Oikawa’s brown eyes landed on you. You subconsciously shrank back as he began to make his way towards you. Then Iwaizumi’s words flashed in your head, filling you with a little bit of comfort. 

 Oikawa’s attitude had seemed to change completely as he approached you, the flirtatious smile back on his face. “Well, you really did decide to show up.” He said, grabbing his water bottle from the bench next to you. “Now, what exactly did you take care of while you were at Karasuno.” He asked. 

 He was closer than he needed to be, his tall frame towering over you. You fought the blush that rose to your cheeks as you tried to focus. You began to list everything that you had taken care of, from washing uniforms to cleaning the gym and locking up when the others were too lazy to do so. 

 Oikawa’s stare never left your face as you spoke. When you finished with your explanation, he nodded thoughtfully. “Right, so to start with, you won't have to wash our sweaty jerseys. Unlike Karasuno, we actually do know how to do our own laundry. We still expect you to help us clean up, but you’ll never be left alone in the gym to do it all by yourself. We still want you taking notes and what not.” He explained. 

 The more he spoke, the more comfortable you felt around him. You could tell in his mannerisms, excluding how unnecessarily close he was to you, that he was trying to help you feel more comfortable.

 Throughout the rest of the summer you continued to get close to your new team. The protective attitude you developed for Karasuno’s first years transferred to Seijoh. Instead of Karasuno’s third years keeping an eye on you, you found Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki all around you at almost all points of the day.

 You began to form a friendship with Yahaba, and a mutual understanding of boundaries with Kyotani. There were more touches to the small of your back, fingers lingering for a second longer than usual. There was more texting and possessive words being used. 

 Whenever someone from another sport came to practice at the school, they were pulling you away from whatever conversation you were having with them. All of these signs, you ignored. You were just grateful to the team for not bullying you for everything. 

 Besides, what was wrong with four attractive third years being so protective over you? You, who had always felt insecure in her body, who felt inferior to people like them? You were relishing in every drop of attention they were giving you, just as much as they loved doting on you.

 By the time the spring preliminaries rolled around, you felt completely confident beside your new team. Walking into the gym standing in between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, you felt powerful. The way people parted for your new school when they wouldn’t do the same for Karasuno made you feel like a celebrity. And for once, you got to sit on the benches right in front of the court instead of up in the stands, like you used to have to do with Yachi. You were full of excitement...until Karasuno arrived. 

 All confidence drained from you when you saw the familiar black uniforms appear through the door. Matsukawa noticed the sudden rigidness of your body at the sight of your former team, and he came to stand beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder lazily. “They aren’t gonna say shit. We’re gonna kick their asses today.” He said, smiling lightly. 

 You allowed yourself a few seconds of comfort before pulling away and nodding. “Right. You got this!” You smiled back, throwing fists lightly up. “Beat them so that you can defeat Shiratorizawa next.”

 Matsukawa’s grin grew, and he cuffed you lightly on the shoulder. Then he turned to Hanamaki, who gave you a thumbs up. “Alright, warm up guys.” Oikawa called, gesturing for the others to start moving. He shot you a quick wink and a smile before turning and staring Kageyama down. 

 You had caught Kageyama’s attention, and the look of rage on his face as he realized exactly where you had run off to finally sunk in. One by one, the other members saw you, their reactions varying. 

 Hinata’s was the most terrifying. Even from a distance you could see how deranged his eyes looked. His body was squared and shaking, and for the first time ever you actually felt fearful of him. You found yourself inching towards Iwaizumi for comfort. 

 He caught on fast and moved his body slightly in front of you, before Hanamaki called out, “You guys should probably start doing your warm-ups instead of looking at our cute manager.” 

 Hinata looked like he wanted to charge, but Daichi stood in front with his hand blocking him. You had never seen so much contempt in his eyes before. The way he was looking at you made you want to crawl into a hole and hide until he was long gone. You were thankful that you had Seijoh backing you up. 

 Karasuno gathered around Hinata, for what you assumed was a pep talk about ignoring the big evil Y/N, while Oikawa came up on the other side of Iwaizumi and looked down at you. “So, you never told us who it was that got you bullied out of Karasuno. By the looks of it, I’m assuming it was that little tangerine?” He asked, his eyes burning. 

 You felt yourself shrink back. “Y-yeah.” You stuttered out. “That’s good, you had us thinking he was big and mighty. He’ll be easy.” He grinned, before rubbing your arm. The gentleness of his hands greatly contrasted with the fierceness of his face. “Go to the bench with the coach. We’re about to start.”

 You immediately nodded and briskly walked over to the sidelines, sitting down nervously as the referee took his place. Both teams shook hands and returned to their positions, the room falling deathly silent. Then, the game began. Watching them play against a different team instead of amongst themselves was intense, and you found yourself unable to look away for even a second. 

 Karasuno performed their quick attack a few times, managing to get a couple of points from Seijoh, but Seijoh returned with a couple of nasty jump serves and intense spikes. You were in awe at how both teams managed to play so well. But you knew Karasuno was in the dark about one thing; all of the moves and plans Hinata had told you about, you told Seijoh. 

 Karasuno had a few unknown tricks up their sleeves, but the main moves that Hinata and Kageyama tried to pull off were thwarted by Oikawa and the others. In the end, Karasuno lost by one set, and one point.

 Karasuno was dramatic as ever by throwing themselves down on the ground, or by holding each other with tears in their eyes. Meanwhile, your team was jumping around the gym, whooping and hugging each other. Then, they were coming for you. They were picking you up and spinning you around, planting giant kisses on your plump cheeks as you laughed and congratulated them. 

 As they continued to celebrate, you excused yourself to grab fresh water for their bottles. You slipped from the gym, a giant smile stuck to your lips. The look of pure joy on their faces filled you with an insane amount of happiness. You knew how hard they worked, and you knew they deserved a reward. It was a good thing you were just recently paid, you wanted to buy them dinner tonight before going home. 

 Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the orange haired boy creeping up behind you until it was too late. Even though Hinata was small, he was strong. Terror coursed through your veins as he shoved you to the ground and pinned your wrists about your head. Up close you could truly see just how deranged he looked. 

 His pupils were dilated, eyes wide, there was a sickening smile on his face that just screamed “ill-intent”. “H-Hinata, what-” You tried to ask. He cut you off by spitting on you. “Stupid. You’re so stupid! I tried to give you my love and what do you do?” He growled, his face an inch or so away from yours. “You run to the one team that we’re rivals with, and you let them win.” He spat. 

 He raised his hand and slapped you across the face, bringing a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. Panicked, you couldn’t find your voice to scream. “Let me guess, you told them everything that I had told you in secrecy.” He asked, gathering both of your wrists into one hand. 

 Frozen with shock, you didn’t bother struggling. Hinata had never been this aggressive before. He had never laid his hands on you in an aggressive manner. You could barely bring yourself to breathe properly with his face so close to yours. 

 Then, his free hand unzipped your jacket. “H-hinata, stop it!” You gasped. You wanted to scream, but a part of you still didn’t want Hinata to be hurt. You still cared for him, even though he was scaring you. Even though he hurt you. 

 “Shut up!” He spat, before roughly shoving his hand up your shirt. Finally your instincts kicked in, and you began to violently struggle. In the next second, he was ripped off of you and you were being pulled up. Oikawa was holding you, his thumb wiping away Hinata’s spit. He examined the red spot on your cheek from where you were struck, while Iwaizumi held Hinata against the wall by the jacket collar. 

 You tried to tune him out while he threatened Hinata with something worse than death, instead choosing to focus on Oikawa’s soothing voice. You let him push your head against his chest as he hummed to you. “It’s alright Y/n. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you when you’re with us.” He cooed. 

 You almost completely relaxed, but then he said something that truly alarmed you. “Hinata won't be here much longer, so you can focus on us from now on. He’ll never hurt you again.” 

 You ripped your head away and looked to where Iwaizumi and Hinata were a few seconds ago, but they were gone. Panic surged through your veins again, but Oikawa pushed you against the wall. He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes dark. 

 “We’d do just about anything for you, Y/N. Keep that in mind.” He whispered, before planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Now be a good girl, and keep this entire thing a secret for us, alright? We know you like your freedom but...we’ll store you away safely if we have to. Try not to worry about anything, it’ll make everything easier, yeah?” He smiled. 

 As you stared into his eyes, you could hear a faint scream from what seemed like outside. You shut your eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks as you realized what you had just gotten yourself into. 

 You thought back to all of the power they now had over you, and how they managed to obtain it by gaining your trust. They had your address, a strong relationship with your parents, access to your phone...you realized that you could never even really leave your house without them being there, waiting. You felt horrified. You would just have to find another way out...before you were locked away. Or worse.

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Luck of the Draw

Summary: Anti’s up to his old tricks, it’s up to the Septics to stop him.

A/N: Saint Paddy’s Day is my excuse to have all the Septics in one story. Enjoy.

KA-THUD!

Anti awoke to the sound of a lightning bolt ringing in his ears. He had just reformed after running into Dark. In his defense, if he’d known Dark was more red than blue he would have kept a 40-foot pole in-between them.

There was a thunderstorm out now. Something that both thrilled and unnerved him. Thrilled because he partially fed off of electricity since he was a glitch demon, but it also unnerved because he . . . he had . . . he was . . .

It was probably unimportant anyways. If it was important he would have remembered it.

He buried the uncomfortable churning in his soul by tracking down Henrik. He always felt better after pissing off Henrik.

By the time he found them there was a lull in the storm and Henrik was with the other Septics. All six of them were seated around an outside café table. A couple of them had sandwiches, but everyone had various types of coffee.

Anti was moving before he was even sure what he was going to do to piss off Henrik. But he saw that Henrik was right under the edge of the mental awning of the café. There was still some water.

Marvin got the warning that Anti was nearby right before Henrik got a bucket’s worth of water right on top of him.

There was a glitchy cackle and Anti was leaning over the edge. Henrik wiped the water out of his face, turning in absolute fury to Anti and starting to shout at him in a mix of English, but mostly German.

Chase and Marvin looked a bit worried and upset, mostly because they’d been also hit by the water, but J.J and Séan were just watching them with different levels of amusement. J.J in particular calmly sipping on his tea in his chair. Unlike Marvin who got some water on him, J.J was in a perfectly shielded spot, which Séan could only stare in suspicion at since J.J had been very eager to go for that seat first. Robbie was just looking between everyone, clearly looking for some social cue. Usually he was good at it, but today he’d been having some problems and the two drastically different reactions from his teammates were not helping.

Anti was just cackling, grinning at Henrik as he leaned on the edge of the awning.

Then . . . something struck him in the side of the head. It was a high caliber round but it struck Anti in the head and neck and if he’d been possessing a body the shot would have killed it. Since he wasn’t, his aura just devoured the bullet and Anti’s whole body glitched.

Immediately he froze and started looking around for the assailant. Someone had pissed on his fun and he wasn’t going to let that slide.

Eventually his eyes landed on a shooter standing in black and Anti recognized him instantly, “Brody, yer kid’s gettin’ a new face.”[1]

The glitch demon shot off towards the rooftop and Paddy, Chase’s eldest son, dropped his rifle for a handgun and once Anti was close enough shot him point-blank in the chest.

This round however wasn’t a bullet, it was an EMP dart that jolted through Anti’s body and he was out. The round wasn’t enough to discorporate the demon, only stun him.

Paddy looked inordinately pleased with himself and was about to stomp on the demon’s face when a dart hit him in the arm and he froze, confused. His arm was already feeling numb.

The confusion caught the young sniper off guard at exactly the wrong moment when gas was shot in his face and dropped him. A magical barrier drawn around Anti and shielding him from magical or human eyes.

Paddy woke up while he was being dangled off the edge of a building, Anti holding him by the collar of his shirt, magic keeping him from dropping . . . for now.

The young teen let out a farther undignified, terrified squeak.

“Yeh[2] awake?” Anti cackled. “Good. This’ll teach yah ta mess with me.”[3]

“Give him here Anti!” Marvin flew over, magic at his fingertips. Jackie zipping up behind the demon, J.J and Chase following behind the speedster. Robbie and Henrik who were at the foot of the building braced to catch Paddy or intercept Anti.

“Give me back my kid!” Chase ordered.

“He shot me in the face!” Anti spat.

“Why do yeh care? Yeh can’t get any fookin’ uglier.”[4] Marvin dared.

Anti hissed at Marvin.

Chase took a step closer and Anti threw Paddy over at the sharpshooter. “I fookin’ see him again, an’ he’s dead.”[5]

“Yah[2] okay?” Chase asked his son as Anti disappeared in a flash of pixels.

Paddy pushed himself away in anger, “I had him!”

“Why were yeh goin’ after him?” Chase demanded as Paddy collected his things and started putting them away. J.J was standing off to the side of the roof, close to the corner and just watched the group as everyone left the roof and Paddy stomped off to get away from Chase.

Back up at the roof the Septics had been on Anti was still lying where he’d been dropped. It didn’t take him long to get back up but by then the storm was rolling back into the area.

Anti was pissed, he was going to find that kid and take his fingers.

When he got up, there was someone on the roof with him. It was dark but Anti could still see and he was out for blood.

He moved forward and suddenly the other person was right in front of him and punched Anti in the face.

The glitch demon hissed at his assailant. The figure stood against him, rain falling off the sleek black suit, a silvery-brass spade symbol on the front.

Anti couldn’t detect a scent, he couldn’t see an aura, but something in him absolutely hated this individual. The glitch demon was letting out a low growl, accented by the lightning around them.

There was a stray bolt of lightning that crashed down dangerously close and when the blinding light cleared there were four almost identical people standing against Anti. The only difference between the suits was that a different card suit sat on their chests. Spade, Hearts, Diamond, and . . .

“Hello Anti,” Clubs greeted, the distorted voice covering up anything that could be used to identify the individual.

Anti summoned his knife, “I want fook all ta do with yeh so back off.”[6]

“No one needs to get hurt today,” Clubs reminded. He motioned to Spade. “My friend here is an expert on both tech and glitch demons. We could have killed you at any time.”

“I don’t like yeh[2] freaks,” Anti snarled. “An’ I don’t like bein’ told what ta do.”[7]

Spade pressed something on his arm panel and something in Anti’s form felt like it was being twisted. He screamed and his form started floating.

Clubs magically shuffled the deck, cards floating in the air until the whole deck disappeared to six cards. The aces of spade and diamond, the jacks of clubs and heart, and two jokers. Each had faces on them. Each face in order was Logan, J.J, Chase, and Ethan. With Marvin and Nate on the jokers. “All we need is for you to keep your eyes on them and tell us where they are. If you want to fight them or ignore them otherwise, we don’t care.”

“I think yah all should just go fook yerselves,”[8] Anti dared.

“You either assist us or this is the last conversation we have,” Spade threatened.

Anti let out another violent hiss, glitching even more than before in his anger.

“Now, now,” Diamond chuckled, the tone a little lighter than the other two, a slight grainy tone to the distortion. “There’s no need for threats.”

“You know there is,” Spade retorted. “He will answer to nothing else.”

“Why don’t yah go an’ fook a band ‘a needles, then?”[9] Anti flipped him off.

Spade took a step, his hands turning into long spikes. “You’re all bluster and no substance.”

“Spade,” Diamond warned.

“Yeah Spade,” Anti baited, “why don’t yah listen ta the bastard holdin’ yer leash?”[10]

That electrical jolt passed through Anti’s form, feeling like it was trying to rearrange his insides. Anti collapsed to the ground, trying to fight the screams and Spade walked over to slam one of his spikes into Anti’s shoulder, the pain ripping through the glitch’s soul, making him scream.

Right before the pain could discorporate Anti’s form, Spade backed off and it stopped, the aftershocks rippling through the glitch demon.

Something was thrown in front of Anti’s face and spade commented, “Well leave you some time to think on it.”

When Anti picked his head up the four figures were gone. The object was Henrik’s hospital ID and something in Anti absolutely boiled with fury.

Threatening him was one thing he couldn’t tolerate.

Threatening Henrik was another. Henrik had nothing to do with them.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do to make them pay but he did know that it wasn’t going to be quick. Anti was going to make them bleed.

And he certainly wasn’t going to help them find anything.

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Accessibility Translations

1. Brody, your kid’s getting a new face.

2. You

3. Good. This will teach you to mess with me.

4. Why do you care? You can’t get any fooking uglier.

5. I fucking see him again, and he’s dead.

6. I want fuck all to do with you so back off.

7. And I don’t like being told what to do

8. I think you all should just go fuck yourselves

9. Why don’t you go and fook a band of needles, then?

10. why don’t you listen to the bastard holding your leash?

[reminiscing-writer]

Off The Deep End

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Warnings: kidnapping, violence, pregnancy, sadness

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“Isn’t she a beauty, Griffin?” Ace licks his chapped lips, running a thumb over his knuckles.

“She looks like- what do they say, Boss? A lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets.” He cackles with his whole belly.

Spencer sat facing the two men, completely helpless. His one arm bound to the chair, and other arm lying limp on his lap. His hand was covered with a dirty rag which was now stained red. His eyes were bloodshot, and still streaming fresh tears every time his wife’s name was mentioned by his kidnappers. His mouth had been gagged for so long, his tongue had gone numb.

Worst of all, the two men never allowed Spencer to get sight of the screen they were watching.  A screen that was playing live surveillance of Amelia. 

After the little scenario with Spencer’s finger being forcefully amputated, and his ring being stolen from him, Ace had revealed that he had a man watching the dear doctors apartment from a secondary location. He’d had a man watching Spencer and Amelia for nearly three months now.

Just the thought of that had brought bile up to the back of Spencer’s throat (which he quickly regretted, due to the gag in his mouth causing the bile to sting his throat).

“She’s clever.” Ace raises an eyebrow. “But, scared.” Spencer sniffles his snot-leaking nose, and looks up under his tired brows, “She’s kept her curtains drawn this entire time. She has your entire Geek Squad sitting front and center in your living room, and yet, she’s still pacing back and forth between the kitchen and back.” Griffin walks towards Spencer after receiving a nudge from Ace, “It’s almost as if she feels... unsafe in her own home.” Ace smirks.

Griffin takes out Spencer’s rag-gag, causing him to gasp at the sudden intake of oxygen. A dry cough later and Spencer speaks quietly, “Quite the profiler, aren’t you.” 

“I don’t blame her, Spencer.” Ace takes a step towards his captive, emphasizing his name, “She has a literal sniper on her head.” Spencer holds his breath. “And, whether she gets her fucking brain blown out within the next 48 hours, is all up to you.” 

“You’re a liar.” Spencer replies with a coarse voice, not wanting to believe him. Ace’s eyes darken within seconds, and he clenches his jaw hard. Noticing a slight change in the large mans behavior, Spencer antagonizes him further, “You have no control over anyone or anything in your life, so you’ve turned to blackmailing him,” Spencer tilts his head slightly towards Griffin, wincing to his fresh bruised cheek, “ and kidnapping me. You won't hurt her, Ace." he spits his name like venom in his mouth. "Because, you need this password. And, even you know, that if you hurt a hair on her head-" Spencer's threat is cut short by a punch swinging at his already battered and bruised face.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A FUCKING LIAR!!" Ace’s voice booms throughout the empty building. Spencer’s mouth is drooling crimson red. Spencer receives another jab, this time at his left eye directly, causing a scream to come out of his mouth. “I have so much power that I can hurt her without ever touching her, you fool! Do not underestimate me,” Ace growls, pointing an accusing finger at his bleeding victim, “because, I swear to you Spencer, by the time I’m done with the two of you, you’ll be giving me the password willingly.” Ace growls grabbing a fistful of the half conscious doctor.

“Do whatever you will with me, please,” Spencer’s voice grows weaker with each word. His eyes can barely stay open as he pleads his captor, “please, don’t hurt her.”

Ace lets go of Spencer. leaving his weak body slump in the chair. “Please, don’t hurt her. Not my Amelia. Please.” Nonsense pleads ramble out of his mouth until a darkness succumbs him.

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Back at the apartment, it was early in the day. Although, it didn’t matter much for the team and Amelia, because no one could eat, or sleep, or for that matter, do much of anything. 

To be precise, it was three in the morning. JJ and Morgan were in the kitchen trying to fix up something light for the team to eat. Garcia was getting in a quick nap before any new information needed internet seeking. Hotch had gone out to get the team coffee from any café that would be open at the bleak time of night.

Amelia, however was bent over the toilet puking whatever little food she’d eaten earlier that night. Unbeknownst to her, Emily was standing on the other side of the door. 

Morning sickness was getting the best of Amelia, and although this should’ve been the happiest of feelings for Amelia, because of the three years it had taken the couple to finally conceive, she couldn’t help but hate every moment of it. She had never gotten to tell Spence the big news. She didn’t get to share this happiness with anyone. She-

“You okay in there?” A knock at the door startled Amelia. 

She cleared her throat before speaking, “Yeah, I’m fine.” She sniffled, wiping the tears that had taken place on her cheeks. “Bad Chinese food, that’s all.” She forced a half smile as Emily entered the bathroom.

“You were throwing up before you ate, so it can’t be that.” She tucked her hair behind her ears, and sat on  the bathroom floor, beside her friends wife. Amelia lowered her gaze onto her hands in her lap. “JJ’s done this twice already, Amelia. She knew from the moment saw you.”

Amelia looked up, for some reason an odd guilt taking over. “I didn’t want to tell anyone.” She spoke timidly.

Emily watched her softly. She placed a kind hand on her new found friends knee. “I understand, and that’s okay. You don’t owe it to us to tell us everything-” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Amelia’s shoulders shake as she started bawling.

“No- I, I wanted to, and he would be so happy to tell all of you. You’re his family. And, he’s been waiting for this moment for so long. But,” She hiccupped through a cry, “I can’t tell anyone if he didn’t even get to know.” She started sobbing even harder. 

The young lady’s cry attracted JJ into the bathroom, and when she saw her fellow colleague wrap Amelia into a hug, she knelt down on her knees. Emily and JJ spoke no words, but communicated all they needed to through their eyes.

As Amelia calmed down a bit, she took in a shaky deep breath, wiping her tears. Tucking a loose strand of her short brown hair behind her ear, she looked at JJ with watery eyes. “He didn’t know, JJ. I was going to tell him, but I never got a chance.” 

 The blonde gave her a sympathetic look, almost motherly, “And, that’s alright. He’ll be home before you know it. For now, the best thing to do, is try and take it easy, both for you and the baby. When Spencer gets back home,” JJ holds Amelia’s face in her hands softly, “Emily and I will pretend we don’t know, and you and him can announce it to us. Sound like a plan?” She earns a tiny smile from Amelia.

The three woman fix themselves up slightly, and head into the living room to be greeted by a very frustrated Penelope. Morgan stood behind her, peering over her shoulder, snacking on some crackers.

“Sugar, I don’t by any means mean to sound rude, and you know I love you and Spencer, but, Love,” Penelope starts typing furiously, just to stop and glare at Amelia from the tops of her glasses, “your internet is so slow. How do you get any work done? I can’t even get my laptop connected to a hotspot, nothing is working!” She exclaims, placing her computer next to her on the couch she sat upon.

Amelia apologizes, “Yeah, I know, sorry. It’s been bothering us for a few months now. Spencer never really uses the internet, so he wasn’t seeing the problem. I, however, do.” She sits on the floor next to Garcia’s feet, and takes the computer off the couch and onto her lap. ”For some reason, the hotspot on my phone connects pretty well, so I think that might work.” With a few clicks and clacks, she hands the laptop back to the eccentric woman who was once frustrated, now just confused.

“I- I just tried, I tried that- but-,” She stammers, but a very humorous Morgan hushes her as he pats her head and walks away.

On cue, Aaron walks in with two trays of 5 hot, and one cold (Amelia’s), coffees. Hotch passes everyone’s designated drinks around, and as the team slowly starts to ingest the heavenly caffeine, Derek starts pacing the floor, speaking aloud. “So, just a refresher. Spencer is gone, and all we have right now is the it’s a two or more person job,” he takes a loud slurp of his coffee, “he’s down one finger,” Amelia winces at the mere mention of the previous memory, “and…?” 

The team stares at each other blankly. They had no other information. He was kidnapped, he was hurt, but that’s all the information they had. They didn’t know who was doing this, they didn’t know where he was being held captive. And, although Aaron had a slight idea as to why he might have been taken, he wasn’t about to disclose this information until he had further proof that that was exactly why this was happening. 

Derek walks to the windows and starts to mess with curtain. Opening and closing and just peering over the city lights. Amelia watched him with slight gloom in her eyes. 

She fell back into a daydream of the couple sitting by the window one warm July evening. Fireworks were taking upon the Summer sky, and it was just about to get dark. “You know, my parents anniversary is on July fourth.” Amelia had said. “On independence day?” Spencer sipped at his cold drink.

She hummed in agreeance, “It was always a fun day for the family. We would a have a small barbeque, and my siblings and would gift them something, and then a then, as the night took over, we would go for a drive to the beach and watch the fireworks from there.” Amelia reminisced with her husband. 

Spencer watched her eyes glisten as she watched outside. The perfect golden hour sun hit her skin beautifully and he smiled as she gave him her classic toothy child-like grin. “Do you think we’ll have any family traditions like that?” He asked, tucking a hair behind her ear and giving a soft kiss on her cheek.

 “I would like to,” she smiled leaning into him, “you know, something the kids can grow up looking forward to every year. But,” she gave him a nudge, “I think we have some time before we start thinking of family traditions.” She laughed.

 “Well, you never know, Buttercup.” He stood, taking her hand in his as he got up. She giggled at her favorite nickname, “Our little one could enter our lives at any moment.” He tapped her nose, her scrunching it in response. He pulled her close by the waist and twirled her. 

The couples laughter and giggles filled the apartment. Amelia and Spencer spent the rest of the night dancing to music only the two could hear. They started making up more silly family things, like going out to get breakfast together every Sunday. Or, how if they had a girl, Spencer could teach her how to her hair and Amelia could teach their son how to play basketball (just for the laughs).

 Amelia’s daydream was called to a halt as Garcia started bickering with Morgan because his messing with the blinds was messing with the internet she barely had a hold of. She was cruelly reminded that her once lively home was now a silent hell. 

She zoned out all the team members in her living room as she pulled her knees up to her chest. She buried her head in her knees, and went back to her thoughts. Letting silent tears roll down her cheeks, she went back to thinking of her husband. At least, in her daydream Spencer was safe. He was smiling, and laughing, and the two were happy. 

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Spencer was awoken abruptly by water splashing on his face. He panicked for a split second, forgetting the circumstances he was tied up in (quite literally).

“It’s show time, Dr. Reid.” Ace grinned ear to ear.

Spencer was disoriented for a moment. His body ached, and his left eye was swollen shut. Hair was sweaty and matted to his forehead, and his hand which was minus a finger was beginning to show (or rather feel, because it was still wrapped in a dirty rag) signs of an infection.

Breathing labored, he managed to croak out when he noticed Griffin set up a camera a few feet in front of him. “Another picture already?” He swallowed dryly.

“Something of the sort.” Griffin snickered from behind the camera. “We’re ready, Boss.”

Ace grabbed Spencer roughly by the jaw and forced him to look up at him. “This is a chance to give us what we want, Spencer.”

Spencer jerked his chin hard but failed to be free of Ace’s steel grip. “Go to hell.” He spat.

Ace squeezed his finger tight, pursing Spencer’s lips. Getting close to the doctors face, he growled in a low voice, “This, Spencer, is how I am going to hurt your dear Amelia, without even touching her.” He smirked. “And, best of all, you’ll be the cause of it all.”

“You are going to say what ever heartfelt bullshit you have for your little lady, anything you want,” Ace explained, letting go of Spencer, and stepping behind the camera with Griffin. “But, the minute you mention anything regarding the two of us, I will slit your throat and have your wife watch you bleed to death.” Spencer stared at the two men in front of him silently. He sees Griffin press a button, and a small green light starts flashing. “Whenever your ready, Spencie.” Ace chuckles the nickname.

Spencer swallowed hard, trying his best to think clearly. “Amelia,” he starts, trying to play strong. He fails, the mere mention of her name causing his bottom lip to quiver. “I am so sorry, Sweetheart. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, and I would never have hoped you would be involved in this also.” He tried looking straight at the camera, but his swollen eye stung, causing him to look down onto his lap. “We’ll figure this out, Buttercup.” He says her nickname with all the love he has for her. “Just you and me, against the world.” He smiles small to himself imagining her.

“And, Amelia, I promise you,” he swallowed hard, looking back up once again, “once I get out of here, you and me, we’ll go on that date to Griffith Park observatory you’ve always wanted to go to. But, maybe we’ll skip the ending, I don’t like the end of the observatory.” Spencer began rambling, hoping he was making some sense without putting off his captors. “And, then, maybe we could watch a movie. Like, that one Jim Carrey film. What was it? Something, Ventura? It was top class acting, I know you said that.” Spencer held desperate eye contact with the lens in front of him.

“Please, Amelia.” He didn’t even know what he was pleading her for. “I love you.”

“Hey, Lover Boy!” Ace’s voice snaps Spencer’s attention. He walks slightly closer to him, keeping his back to the camera, “Would you like to give us the password now?”

Spencer knew what the game plan was now. He either give up the password or get beaten to a pulp on camera. That footage would be sent to Amelia, and Spencer couldn’t put her through that. The password was top secret. But, the girl never killed a fly. She cries at every Disney movie. She has a heart of gold and-

A punch straight to the gut knocks the wind out of Spencer, “Couldn’t hear you, dear,” Ace chuckles, cracking his knuckles, “speak up for me.” When Spencer doesn’t reply, Ace delivers another punch to the chest.

“Please stop.” Spencer pleaded, spitting blood.

“You know what I want. Give it to me, and I’ll stop.” Ace watched Spencer. When Spencer turned away, Ace walks back towards Griffin grabbing a metal rod. 

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut. He was trusted with the password by all of the BAU. He couldn’t just break trust like that. But, at the same time, pictures of Amelia flood through Spencer’s mind. Spencer and Amelia laughing, and kissing and dancing. Future imaginations of Amelia pregnant and the two growing a family and a future.

He opens his eyes to see Ace swinging the metal rod back, ready to swing. Just in time, Spencer musters up the last of his strength to scream out, “I’ll tell you!” Just something to keep me alive for my Amelia. My team will find you soon. he thinks to himself.

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[hoseoksactualass]

Anything with Namjoon please. I’ve been dreaming and drooling for his cock far more than necessary lately so pleeeeease something sensual and possessive and uuuuuuuuuugh ejwijwwjxi

sensual and possessive? yes. namjoon. also,, he’s been rEALLY REALLY dashingly handsome lately??? 

“Namjoon,” you drag out the way you say his name before you feel him laugh right up your bare torso, and your body’s still deciding whether his breath felt hot or cold. “Please,” you finger through his hair, sweltering near his scalp, but he still hums as you do so, another wet kiss on your breast. 

[[MORE]]

And it wasn’t helping how his skin mirrored honey, and the thin chain necklace around his neck looked like it was meant to be there, topless and indolent under summer’s heat. Your sun dress is somewhere in the room, turning into a cold, damp disarray where the AC’s full blast air touches. “Love you,” another kiss goes on your nipple. 

“Namjoon,” you inhale, arching your back as if to push yourself up on him, and he only laughs again. 

“Say it back,” he teases, raining pecks on your boob, the most in love smile on his lips. 

You softy wrench at his hair, trying to bring him to your lips, sticky where your skins meet. A small nibble on your chest is what he gives you. “I love you,” you whisper, a little whinier than you intended, but it’s enough to him. 

He giggles, tracing the tip of his nose on the seemings of your skin. “Stop squirming,” you hear him pulling his waistbands down.

“I will when you stop teasing,” it’s like routine—how you open your legs to him and he brings them higher around his waist for you. 

“I like getting you worked up,” he sniffs up your neck. You feel his arousal teasing at your inner thigh. 

“Clearly I’m not the only one worked up,” you tease, but he's only more urged to rub himself against your inner thigh. He likes how you sear for it, how your skin flowers fire, and how in deep he was even just like this.

"Guilty," he chuckles. You have none of it, not when he's been edging you for a near hour, playing at the strings he knew would rile you up. "Don't cry, baby, I'll give it to you."

"Shut up," you chaff, slapping his bicep.

"Ask for it," he whispers. It's hot against your ear, where he knows your skin is lit up.

You don't hesitate. "Please fuck me."

"That's my good girl," he says before pressing a wet kiss to your neck. That's not what you feel, though, when the size of him prods at your entrance, splits you open if you will. "That's my good—fucking girl."

"Y-Yeah?," you stutter, flinching against him until he bottoms out. He holds a tight breath before exhaling it to your skin like he fucks you with that, too. If there's one thing you know, it's that it's never hard for him to hit the right spot, what with how big he is and how he instantly finds his way with you. "Ugh, fuck," you sound like you're complaining, tearing up in the corner of your vision.

You hear his breath stammer, feel his fists bunch at the sheets next to you. "Feel good?"

"So good," you squeak, turn your head away as if the pillows would absorb the heat in your face.

"You like taking it like this?," he says before another half chuckle at the way you curl under him. Like a fire was under you.

"I fucking—love it," you groan. You hear him bring his thumb to his lips, wets it, and lets it go with a pop. He brings it to your clit as if to wake your love up. "Ohfuckohfuck—“

"Like that?," his voice is pulled tight, hips snapping faster; it makes a sound he revels in against the skin of your ass.

You let him fuck you like this, your knees almost knocking at your shoulders. So he can feel you where you quiver, where your gut twists. People wouldn't know him to love the way your fucked out face looks, but he does. He's buzzed out, in some type of high; each time you squint harder is like another hit to his chest. He fucks his desire into you until everything you know is pillows, sheets, your tears, and his dick. Hyperbolic in thought, but in the heat of the second, you could say it's all you'll ever ask for in life.

"You should look at your face, love," and he still has it in him to tease. It almost aches in your face when you try to laugh. "So pretty for me."

"God—fuckfuckfuck," if you don't stop yourself from cursing, you wouldn't be able to the next second.

"Say my name."

You hear him, but it takes more than trying to focus to process it. It feels too tight in your gut, and you feel the space inside you growing hollow. "J-Joon—"

"Hm?," he makes you want to scream for it. You start to pull at the pillows, but you know you're not the only one losing your composure when you hear his breath go tight, his thrusts fast and chasing.

"God, fuck, Joon," you stumble over your words, letting your high take over. He watches your body tremble, watches your hips roll until the feeling turns you numb. "Joon—Joon," his name becomes every exhale of your breath, and it doesn't take a minute before he cums across your stomach, to your chest with a few finishing strokes.

"Shit. Wow," he lays next to you, chest rising and falling, and the pattern of it almost already puts you to sleep.

"Love you," you kiss his cheek, sitting up to get a cool down in the shower. He only breathes heavy. "Say it back, dick."

He laughs, a cheery crescent in his eyes when he giggles. "I love you. Wait up."

[silverlightqueen]

All 3

fratboy!Jungkook (bc I guess I’m a slut for fratboy!BTS) and player!reader - smut, slight fluff

Word Count - 8.4k+

Summary - Jungkook teaches you a lesson and you get more than you bargained for after a party at his frat house...

Warnings - smut, smut and more smut! dom!Kook, oral, dirty talk, intercourse, thigh riding, fingering, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism

a/n: so I’ve been writing this for a while. I think I might do a part 2, just to wrap it up a bit, bc I don’t see this really turning into a series, but I’ll see how I feel lol. Please tell me what you think, I’d love feedback, and check out my other work in my masterlist 💕

One thing I get asked on a daily basis is how I maintain the lifestyle I live. And it’s a simple answer. It’s my lifestyle, and it has been for as long as I can remember. It’s not hard to maintain when it’s all I’ve ever known. It might seem like a lot of effort, but I enjoy it. It’s fun, carefree and easy. It’s a simple escape from the stresses of everyday life. And what is my lifestyle you ask? The easiest way to describe it, I guess, is the female version of a fuckboy. A fucklady, if you will. I lead boys on, sleep with them, and then don’t text them back, to put it simply. And you might think from that sentence that I’m a shitty person, right? Just like that fuckboy that broke your heart a couple years ago, yeah? But I’m actually a decent person, if I say so myself. I just… I get a kick out of the power I hold over all these attractive boys, knowing they’ll fuck with me regardless of what they’ve heard. And I guess it’s affected me watching my friends and sisters get their hearts broken by toxic fuckboys. So I want revenge, and revenge is a dish best served cold. But, one day, I got played at my own game, and got my ass handed to me, by the last person I ever would’ve expected. Jeon fucking Jungkook. 

‘Hey, Jeon, right?’ I ask the boy awkwardly stood in the corner, holding a half empty beer bottle in his hand. ‘Um, yeah. Can I, uh, help you, y/n?’ he asks, stumbling over his words, and I supress a smile at his flustered state. His eyes trawl over my body, taking in my black lace up bodysuit under a pair of nude tie-waist tailored shorts, black velvet heels on my feet and my hair cascading down my back in big, bouncy curls. When his eyes meet mine, a light blush tinges his cheeks out of embarrassment of being caught checking me out. ‘You’re one of the brothers, right? Of this frat?’ I ask, and he nods, blinking rapidly. He’s cute, I guess, in a ’15-year-old school anime club member’ kinda way. But definitely not the type of boy I’d fuck with. I like a challenge; the boys I go for are more like ‘hot guy who I met at his yacht party and drives a Rolls Royce’ or ‘college student that lives off Cheetos and red bull’. Definitely not boys like Jeon Jungkook. I’d chew him up, spit him out, and walk over the crumbs. It’s a shame, but it’s true. ‘Do you mind showing me to the bedroom at the end of the first floor corridor? Park Jimin asked me to meet him in there,’ I ask, showing him my phone screen, the text from Jimin clear as day. ‘Oh, uh, yeah, sure,’ he stutters, pulling away from the wall and leading me towards the stairs.

‘So, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. What course do you take?’ I ask him over the music as we head up the stairs, the volume considerably lower here than down on the bottom floor. ‘I, uh, do the same course as you do. I’m, um, in the same, uh, class as you,’ he says, and I wince out of embarrassment. ‘God, I’m so sorry. You probably know what I’m like, though. So caught up in my own world, and my friends, and gossip,’ I say, and I see him nodding, his back turned to me. I realise that he’s quite well-built, his shoulders broad and his arms straining against his white t-shirt, thighs thick in his blue ripped jeans. ‘Have you prepared your presentation for next week’s seminar, Jungkook?’ I ask, following him down the corridor now, impossibly long. ‘Uh, yeah. Have you?’ he asks, over his shoulder. ‘Yeah. I decided to do it on animal cruelty. I mean, it’s totally gross that loads of designers still use animal fur in their clothes. It’s disgusting. I had to stop shopping at Balmain when I found out they use real fur. It’s, like, totally disgusting,’ I say as we reach the door. ‘Make sure you say hi in our next lecture. I’m always looking to make new friends,’ I say, and he nods again. I turn and open the door, Jungkook still hovering behind me. Jimin lies across the bed, another girl sprawled over the top of him, both of them looking up when I walk in. I smile amusedly as Jimin pushes the girl off him, staring up at me in embarrassment. ‘y/n, I-’ he begins, but I cut him off with a smile, ‘Having fun, Jimin?’ ‘y/n, I’m sorry. I got bored. I’ve been waiting for you for, like, two hours,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Two and a half, actually. Two hours and 33 minutes, if we’re being precise,’ I smile. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeats, the girl collecting up her clothes in a huff, barging past me in just her underwear. ‘Oh, don’t apologise, babe. You can make it up to me another time, right?’ I say, closing the door with a grin.

I turn around to see Jungkook still stood there. ‘Oh, sorry, I’ll just…’ he says awkwardly, turning to go. ‘No, wait, Jungkook!’ I call, watching him turn back around to look at me shyly. ‘Are you hungry?’ I ask. ‘I guess I could, uh, eat,’ he replies, and I smile. ‘How about we go get some food?’ I offer, intrigued by this boy who hasn’t tried to make a move on me yet. ‘Don’t you wanna stay here?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘With the stoners and drunkards and horny bastards downstairs? No, thanks. I’d rather get food,’ I reply, walking past him down the corridor, hearing him follow behind me. ‘Where from?’ he asks. ‘Wherever you want, babe. You choose,’ I say. ‘We could go to, uh, McDonald’s? There’s one just around the corner,’ he offers, and I smile back at him. ‘Perfect. Shall I get an Uber?’ I ask. ‘I’ll drive,’ he offers as we reach the top of the stairs, and I turn to eye the beer bottle in his hand. ‘This is my first one,’ he says, and I grin, heading down the stairs. I can feel eyes on me and I take Jungkook’s hand in mine, leading him through the throng into the kitchen. ‘Hey, y/n,’ I hear a familiar voice call when I step into the room, and I turn to smile at the boy. ‘Hey, Hoseok,’ I say, Jungkook following me in, the older boy’s eyes landing first on his dongsaeng, and then on his hand in mine. ‘Hey, Kook. You guys, uh, busy?’ he asks, eyeing my figure. I give him a small grin and brush a piece of hair back from my face. ‘We’re just going to get some food, but I’ll make time for you soon,’ I say, and he nods with a small smile. I’ve hooked up with Hoseok a few times, and he’s one of the only boys I’ve been willing to see more than once, Jimin being another of those boys. Poor guy. ‘See you soon, babe,’ I say, walking past him without another glance, pulling Jungkook behind me.

We head out of the kitchen and into the garden, walking past a group of boys smoking weed and a couple making out against the fence. ‘Jihyo!’ I call, my roommate looking up from where she’s playing cards at a garden table. ‘I’m going to get food with Jungkook, I’ll see you back at the apartment, okay?’ I call, and she nods, going back to her game without another glance, used to me heading back early with different boys. We head back up towards the house and the couple making out against the fence break apart. ‘Hey, y/n!’ the boy calls, the girl looking up at Seokjin in annoyance. ‘Oh, hey, Jin. How are you?’ I ask, memories of some of our previous nights flooding into my mind. ‘I’m good. You two going home together?’ he asks, eyeing us. ‘Oh, no, we’re just going to get food,’ I reply, Jungkook silent behind me, his hand still in my firm grip. ‘Well, hit me up if you want to,’ he says, the girl in his arms moving from his grip in anger, stomping away. ‘Aww, you’re sweet, Jin. Thanks,’ I reply, turning on my heel and pulling Jungkook behind me. ‘y/n! You want a hit, babe?’ a voice calls as I walk past the boys smoking weed. My eyes lock with Taehyung’s, and I smile at the stoner boy I’ve messed around with a few times. ‘Hey, Tae,’ I reply, holding my empty hand out for the joint in his hand. I take a hit, feeling Tae’s eyes travel from me to Jungkook. ‘Kook, huh? I’m surprised. I thought you were gonna hit me up tonight,’ he says honestly, and I grin at him. ‘You’re cute, Tae. I’ll hit you up when I feel like it, though, alright?’ I say, and he grins as I hand him back the joint, already feeling a hint of the numb tranquillity that the weed brings on. ‘You got it, babe,’ he calls after me as I walk away, dragging Jungkook along behind me.

As we head out the gate, I walk head first into Namjoon. ‘y/n, where have you been hiding away all night? I was looking for you,’ he says with a grin. Namjoon is basically the king here, adored and loved by students and teachers alike, head of the frat, acing his classes and leading the football team to victory every match. He’s even managed to charm me into bed with him a few times. ‘You couldn’t have been looking hard enough,’ I reply with a smile, noticing the girl stood behind him. ‘You look like you’ve been busy,’ he says, eyeing Jungkook, and I laugh. ‘We’re going for food. You on the other hand…’ I trail off, smiling at the girl behind him who hides behind her hair, obviously a naïve freshman that’s fallen for Joon’s charms. ‘You caught me. Maybe we’ll spend some time together at the next party?’ he offers, and I nod with a grin, brushing past him. ‘Where’s your car?’ I ask Jungkook. ‘It’s the black Mercedes there, next to the Audi,’ he says, someone stepping out of the Audi as the words leave his mouth. ‘Well. If it isn’t the princess herself,’ Yoongi says, grinning at me as a girl climbs out of the backseat of his car, embarrassed. ‘Long time no see, Yoongi,’ I reply with a smile. ‘You and Jungkook, huh?’ he asks, speaking as if the boy isn’t even there. ‘Don’t get jealous. You know there’s always a special place in my heart for you,’ I reply. ‘I would’ve thought my special place in your body was somewhere else,’ he replies, and I laugh. ‘Not today, Yoongi. Soon though, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten you, babe,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Have fun, you two,’ he says as Jungkook pulls open the passenger side door for me. ‘We will,’ I reply, climbing in. Jungkook gets into the driver’s seat beside me, starting up the car wordlessly.

‘Do you have a girlfriend, Jungkook?’ I ask, and he coughs in surprise at my sudden question, driving down the driveway. ‘Um, no, I don’t,’ he replies. ‘Why not?’ I ask. ‘I just haven’t found the right, uh, girl, I guess,’ he replies, and I nod at his reply. ‘What about you? Do you, uh, have a boyfriend?’ he asks, and I grin. ‘Well, I thought you would’ve noticed, but no, I don’t,’ I say, and he cracks a small smile. ‘I didn’t want to be rude and assume,’ he says. ‘You didn’t want to assume that I’d been cheating on said hypothetical boyfriend?’ I ask, and he nods with a light laugh. ‘I might come across as trash, but I would never cheat on a boy. That’s why I haven’t committed to anyone. That, and the sex isn’t good enough,’ I say. ‘So, my hyungs…?’ he trails off, and I laugh. ‘They’re good, don’t get me wrong, but not mind-numbingly good. Not good enough for me to give it all up. Not to mention Jimin being scared of me outside of the bedroom, Hoseok probably being a walking STD, Jin being the male version of myself, Tae being permanently too high to see straight, let alone fuck me well enough, Namjoon being the most desired boy to walk the corridors of your frat, and Yoongi being a certified criminal,’ I say, and Jungkook laughs. ‘That’s the best way to sum them up, I guess,’ he says as we pull up at McDonald’s. ‘So,’ he asks, ‘drive-through or eat-in?’

-

‘God, I’m so full, Kook,’ I groan as we pull up outside my apartment block, the engine idling. ‘I’m not surprised. You ate a lot,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘You ate more,’ I retort, and he rolls his eyes. We spent an hour in McDonald’s, eating and chatting. Jungkook opened up after a while, and I realised he’s actually a really nice guy, witty and sweet. But, unfortunately, the nice guy just isn’t my thing. But, still, he intrigues me, and I get the sudden urge to invite him in. So I do. ‘Um, why?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Why not? The night’s still young. We could watch a film, or something,’ I say, and he hesitates. ‘I don’t bite, Kook,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘Okay,’ he gives in and we climb out of the car, heading into the building. We take the lift in a comfortable silence, heading into our darkened apartment. I slip off my heels, Jungkook slipping off his black velvet Puma x Fenty Creepers as he shuts the door behind him. ‘Make yourself comfortable, get yourself a drink from the kitchen, watch the TV. Help yourself to whatever, I’m just going to the toilet,’ I say, heading into the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet, contemplating why I’ve invited him back to my apartment despite him having absolutely no kind of interest in me in any sort. Friendship wise, maybe, but definitely not sexually. I’m surprised he even agreed to get food with me after seeing the way I treated his hyungs, let alone come back to my apartment. He’s definitely a confusing guy. When I go back into the living room, he’s watching a football match on the TV. ‘Football? Really? You’re just as bad as Jihyo,’ I joke, taking a seat beside him. ‘We can watch something else if you like,’ he offers, handing me the remote, and I sigh. ‘God, Jeon Jungkook, stop being such a pushover. Have a backbone, will you?’ I complain, and then the tables turn completely.

He pushes me down onto the sofa, his body hovering over me and his face a few inches from mine. ‘A pushover, huh? Is that what you think I am? God, y/n, I’d heard you were sly and cunning and clever, that you could read people easily, but you disproved that with me. I think you need to be taken down a few pegs, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and confident, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. My mouth moves but no words come out, seeing as I’m in complete shock. ‘Speechless now, are we, darling? You’ve had an awful lot to say all evening, why not now?’ he asks, one hand holding himself up, the other ghosting down the side of my body. ‘Kook, I’m confused,’ I whisper. ‘You thought you’d walk all over me, right? You thought I was scared and intimidated by you, huh? You thought wrong, babe. I’m not wrapped around your finger like my hyungs are,’ he says before moving off me, standing up beside the sofa. ‘Bedroom. Now,’ he instructs, and I practically jump up off the sofa, heading towards the bedroom. Jungkook follows behind, shutting the door behind us, turning on the lamp that sits on my desk, setting a dim warm glow over the room. ‘You’re such a bad girl, y/n. Prancing around in these tight and skimpy clothes, being unsure of my name, making me take you up to Jimin hyung so you could hook up with him, not even knowing I was in your class. So rude to my hyungs, playing them like fools. They can’t see through you like I can, darling. You need someone to teach you a lesson, need to be punished, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and his appearance completely transformed, no longer a timid and stuttering boy, but a formidable and intimidating man. ‘Answer me when I ask you a question, y/n,’ he demands. ‘Yes, Kook, yes,’ I reply shakily, our eyes locked over the small gap between us.

‘On your knees, baby girl,’ he instructs, and I drop to my knees instantly. I admire him from my position on the floor, the white t-shirt tucked into the blue jeans, the designer belt holding them up around his tiny waist, dark chocolate locks spilling out onto his forehead, flawless vanilla skin. He walks over to me, the bulge in his jeans right in front of my face. I lick my lips in anticipation, and he chuckles. ‘Look at you, excited to have me in your mouth. Such a dirty girl,’ he growls, unzipping his jeans and pushing them midway down his thighs along with his boxers, his hardening length springing free against his t-shirt. He’s long and thick, his head swollen and red, already leaking precum. He takes his length into his vascular hand, pumping himself a few times, and I feel my mouth watering at the sight. He lets out a low groan as he pleases himself, his head tilting back, and I can feel the wetness pooling in my pants. ‘You ready, babe?’ he says, glancing down at me, and I nod, my lip caught between my mouth. I part my lips, ready, and he chuckles. ‘Go ahead, y/n. Show me why my hyungs love you so much,’ he says, his hand moving away, and I lick my lips with a grin.

I spit onto my hands and run them up and down his length before taking his head into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, his salty precum tasting much better than the McDonald’s I’d just scoffed down, before pulling him back out with a pop. I place my tongue at the base of his length, licking up the vein until I reach his head again, the shaky breaths from him heavenly. ‘Stop teasing me, y/n,’ he growls, and I listen to him, taking him as far into my mouth as I can. He groans, head thrown back as he knots his hands into my hair, my head slowly bobbing up and down on his length. ‘Fuck, y/n, god,’ he groans as I increase my pace, my hands playing with his balls, saliva beginning to drip down my chin. ‘Your mouth’s so good, babe. No wonder my hyungs are so whipped for such a dirty, naughty girl. You don’t even call them your oppas, don’t call me your oppa. So naughty,’ he groans, his words only spurring me on further, my pace increasing. I hollow out my cheeks to try and fit more of him in but still, my lips are nowhere near his base. ‘Take me all the way in, y/n,’ he demands. ‘I can’t,’ I reply, my voice muffled, the vibrations of my words causing his abdomen to contract. ‘You can, and you will,’ he spits, deciding to take control. He begins thrusting into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my mouth, and I try to supress the gags that are forcing their way up my throat. I grip onto his strong thighs as he relentlessly thrusts into my mouth, trying to keep my head still as he makes a mess of me. His groans and grunts go straight to my core, and one of my hands travels down to between my legs, rubbing through the material of my shorts and bodysuit to try to find some kind of release. ‘Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum,’ he groans, his thrusts increasing in speed and force, my eyes beginning to water. I try to stop from moaning around his length, knowing it’ll only get me into trouble, as he twitches in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and his eyes lock with mine. ‘Fuck, baby, you look so good choking on my cock,’ he says, his vulgar words making my moan, and then I feel his cum spurting against the back of my throat, our eyes still locked. He moans as he thrusts into my mouth, more of his release spilling into my mouth with each one, until he’s done. ‘Swallow it all, y/n,’ he instructs, my hands still rubbing at my core, and I swallow around him. He pulls out of my mouth and I part my lips, showing him my now empty mouth. He nods as he pulls up his boxers and jeans again, taking in the tears and saliva dripping down my mouth, before his eyes land on the hand between my legs.

‘Are you touching yourself, darling?’ he asks, and I nod with a moan. ‘Up,’ he demands, and I get up instantly. He takes a seat on my bed, his back against the headboard, and pats his thigh. I sit on his thigh and he shakes his head. ‘Face the other way,’ he says, so I turn, my reflection in my floor to ceiling wall staring back at me in the dim light. ‘Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, y/n? Touching yourself while you’re supposed to be pleasing me? That desperate, are you, baby? Well, you can please yourself now,’ he says, his mouth at my neck, eyes locked with mine in the mirror. ‘Go ahead, babe, ride my thigh,’ he prompts, the dirty words going straight to my core, and I don’t think twice, instantly beginning to grind down on his strong thigh. I lean one hand on the bed for support, Jungkook’s vascular hands on my waist, our eyes still locked in the mirror. ‘Faster, baby girl. I wanna hear how good you feel,’ he says, and I let out a moan as I grind down on his thigh, my head thrown back. He flexes his thigh suddenly, the feeling having me moaning out his name, and then I hear the front door being unlocked, knowing it must be Jihyo. I stop moving, ready to do what I always do when Jihyo gets back, which is kick the boy out, but I hesitate with Jungkook.

‘Did I tell you to stop, babe?’ the boy asks, his low voice sending shivers through me, and I begin grinding down on his thigh again, still able to feel him through my shorts, bodysuit and pants, and when his mouth begins pulling at the skin of my neck, my head falls back onto his shoulder. ‘Fuck, Kook, feels so good,’ I moan quietly, and he chuckles at my neck. ‘Louder, babe, I don’t care if your roommate hears,’ he growls, his hands beginning to guide me, flexing his thigh every few seconds. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout out, and he grins. ‘That’s more like it, baby,’ he says, pleasure coursing through my veins. ‘I want you to cum, y/n,’ he growls into my neck, and I moan at his words, his hands moving my waist back and forth. ‘Look at yourself,’ he says, and I do as he says, seeing the way my lips are parted and swollen, my face glowing with perspiration, my hair a curly mess around my face. ‘Look at you, babe, so fucked out, and all you’ve had is my thigh. So fucking beautiful. God, the thought of your roommate hearing you moan for me turns me on so much, fuck,’ he groans, my head falling back against his shoulder. Jungkook begins bouncing his thigh, the feeling pushing me over the edge, and I feel myself coming undone. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout as my orgasm washes over me, my head still against his shoulder, and he moves me against his thigh slowly, waiting until I’ve come down from my high.

‘Such a good girl, so beautiful,’ he says as I climb off his thigh and off the bed. ‘Come here, baby girl,’ he says, pulling me closer towards him so I stand with my legs pressed up against the bed. His long fingers skilfully untie my shorts and I wonder how many times he’s done this before, seemingly experienced. He pushes them down my legs and I step out of them. ‘Wait. What’s this?’ he asks, pulling at my bodysuit, and I laugh, undoing the buttons between my legs. He grins up at me as he pulls it up over my head, leaving me in just my black lace underwear. ‘Look at this pretty underwear. Who was this for, huh, y/n? Jimin?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘Namjoon,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘You planned to fuck Namjoon, but you couldn’t find him, so you settled for Jimin?’ he asks. ‘No, it’s not like that. It was… Namjoon’s turn,’ I say, already knowing he’ll take the piss. ‘His turn? You keep track of who’s next?’ he asks, chuckling, and I have the graciousness to look embarrassed. ‘Well, I promise you, I’ll definitely be fucking up that schedule,’ he says, pulling me back down onto the bed. He pulls me in between his legs, my back against his chiselled torso, the two of us looking at each other in the mirror. ‘You’re so beautiful, baby. You shouldn’t give yourself to all these different boys, they don’t deserve you,’ he whispers, fingers lightly gliding up my legs and to my stomach, lips moving against the side of my neck, eyes still on mine in the mirror.

Without warning, one of his hands delves into my pants, one long finger sliding up my slit. I moan out, head back and eyes fluttering closed as he takes his hand back out. ‘Look at me, baby,’ he says, and I watch as he slips his finger into his mouth. The sight has my stomach tightening and I bite at my lip as he takes his finger back out of his mouth. He holds it up in front of my mouth and, obligingly, I part my lips, taking his finger in. He tastes amazing, something sweet with the aftertaste of beer and the caramel frappe we’d just shared. ‘You taste so good, babe, I wanna taste you,’ he says, watching as he takes his finger back out of my mouth. ‘Please, Kook,’ I moan, and he chuckles. ‘So needy, babe. Are you this needy for my hyungs, huh?’ he asks. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I reply, and he grins at me. He turns my chin to face him and presses his lips to mine, our mouths instantly moving against each other, tongues sliding together. His hand travels down into my pants again and he plunges a finger between my folds. I moan into the kiss as he slowly pumps the finger in and out of me, curling it against my walls. He adds another finger a moment later, his thumb slowly beginning to circle my clit, the feeling numbing my mind. ‘Jungkook, more,’ I moan out against his lips, and he adds another finger, chuckling lowly into my mouth. He slowly builds his pace, breaking apart from me to watch me in the mirror, and my feet curl into the bedsheets, my hands gripping onto his strong thighs. His thumb presses down on my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, taking small intervals to spread my slick around my folds before delving straight back in again. After one particularly satisfying curl of his fingers, my head falls into the curve of his neck, my mouth open in a loud moan of his name, my nails digging into the flesh of his thighs through his jeans, and he hisses, his movements stopping.

‘Ah, babe, your nails,’ he says breathlessly. ‘Sorry,’ I say, my hands relaxing instantly, and he laughs. ‘Don’t be, I like it,’ he replies against my ear, his fingers beginning again. All too soon, I feel myself hurtling towards my orgasm once more, my legs twitching as I continue clutching onto his thighs. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he stops his movements. ‘You wanna cum, babe?’ he asks, and I nod at him in the mirror, putting on my most innocent face. ‘Words, baby girl,’ he prompts with a sly grin, and I discard my pride. ‘Yes, Jungkook, please, your fingers feel so good,’ I reply, and he lets out a low moan beside my ear at my words. ‘Then fuck yourself on my hand until you do, babe,’ he growls shamelessly, his words rushing straight to my core, and without even thinking about it, I begin grinding down onto his hand, the pads of his fingers scraping against my walls, his thumb being pushed against my clit. ‘Fuck, y/n, you look so hot fucking yourself on my fingers. Shit, I’ll cum in my pants at this rate,’ he groans, eyes darting up and down my body in the mirror, my head tilted back against his shoulder as I grind down against him. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I nearly scream, my exclamation punctuated by a shout from Jihyo, ‘Can you two keep it down in there?’ I fall still on his hand, and he chuckles. ‘I didn’t fucking tell you stop, y/n. If you don’t start fucking yourself on my hand again, I’ll have you hump your fucking pillow instead,’ he growls into my ear, his crude words making me resume my movements. Only seconds later, I can feel myself coming undone, shouting out his name uncontrollably. ‘Fuck you, y/n, you freaky bitch!’ I hear Jihyo shout followed by the slamming of the front door, indicating she’s gone out, the two of us laughing lightly. ‘Good girl, y/n. Fuck, my hand’s soaked,’ he says, pulling his hand out from my saturated pants and licking his fingers clean. ‘God, you taste so fucking good,’ he groans, eyes closed, and head tilted back.

He looks so beautiful, and I can’t believe I doubted his appearance earlier. His silky hair is now pasted down with perspiration, his dark eyes dilated and sparkling, his skin glowing in the dim light. He’s completely transformed into a new person, someone that definitely coincides with my type of guy. ‘Think you’re ready for me, babe?’ he asks, less of a question than a challenge, and I nod at him in the mirror, the feral grin that appears on his face doing unimaginable things to me. ‘How do you want me, Kook?’ I ask, and he ponders this for a moment, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, the sight making my stomach clench in lust. ‘Are you up for something… different?’ he asks with a smile, my eyebrow raising in amusement. ‘What kind of different?’ I ask, and his smile widens. ‘Have you tried standing up before?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Obviously,’ I reply, and his smile grows even more, if that’s possible. ‘Then this shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ he says, both of us climbing up from the bed. He pulls his t-shirt up over his head as I unzip his jeans, pushing them down his legs, watching as he steps out of them, pulling off his socks in the process too. His body is a masterpiece, all flawlessly tanned skin and hard muscles, tiny waist and broad chest, strong thighs and built arms. ‘Okay, how have I not noticed you before? You’re, like, the best-looking guy I’ve seen in my life,’ I say, and he chuckles, becoming slightly embarrassed. ‘Honestly, Kook, I’m not kidding. You’re so goddamn good-looking, and your body is fantastic. And you’re actually a great person too, not a superficial walking dick like most of the boys here,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m nothing compared to you,’ he says, motioning to my body, and my jaw drops open. ‘Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous. I’m literally fucking swooning over you,’ I say, and he laughs embarrassedly, scratching the back of his neck. ‘Stop, you flatter me too much. And besides, every guy on campus would kill to get into your pants, y/n. You’re like some sort of goddess around here,’ he says, and I roll my eyes with a small smile. ‘Okay, as much as I’d like to convince you that you’re an otherworldly looking guy, I really don’t want to get stuck in a compliment battle when we’re literally about to fuck,’ I say, and he lets out a laugh.

I step towards him, getting up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his, feeling him smiling against my mouth as his hands appear at the clasp of my bra. He expertly flicks it open, pulling it off me, and his large, calloused hands appear at my breasts, rolling my nipples in his fingers. I moan out against his mouth and he grins before pulling away. ‘Best noise I’ve ever heard. You’re gonna have to send me a voice note of you moaning, baby girl, because I really don’t think there’s anything I’d rather listen to,’ he says, and I laugh at his words. ‘Have you got condoms?’ he asks, and I nod, pulling one out of my bedside table. I pull his boxers down to his ankles, ripping open the package as he steps out of the material. I roll the condom down onto his hard length, his breathing hitching in his throat at the contact, and he pumps himself as I pull my pants off. He turns me around so I face the mirror, the tall boy stood behind me, and we lock eyes in the mirror. ‘If this hurts or it’s uncomfortable, tell me straight away, okay?’ he says, and I nod as he moves as close as he possibly can. ‘Bend your leg up to your chest, babe,’ he says, and I do so, one of his arms snaking around me to hold it in place from under the knee. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod, heat pulsating in anticipation. We both watch hungrily in the mirror as he slowly slides his length all the way in to me, the feeling of being more full than ever before having me moaning out. ‘Fuck, y/n, stop clenching, I’m gonna fucking cum straight away,’ he says, and I try to relax my muscles, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. ‘Can I move?’ he asks, and I nod eagerly. He slowly begins thrusting in and out of me, one hand digging into my waist and the other holding my leg up. We both let out low moans and groans, watching the lewd actions in the mirror with keen eyes, but it’s not long before I’m impatient and wanting him to speed up. ‘Faster, Jungkook,’ I urge, and he chuckles. ‘So much for me thinking I’ll be a gentlemanly and start slowly,’ he says, not giving me a chance to reply before he pulls almost the entire way out. With a rough thrust, he slams all the way back into me, and I let out a loud cry of his name, head falling back onto his shoulder. Again and again, he fucks me from behind, his thrusts hard and fast, his hips snapping up against my back. Moans and whimpers of his name repeatedly fall from between my lips, tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes at the intense pleasure.

‘Look at you, screaming my name like a desperate slut when you didn’t even know it a couple hours ago. Letting me fuck this tight pussy after choking on my cock like a good little girl. You’re such a good girl for me, y/n. Not like this for other boys, are you?’ he asks, his words mixed with his cock filling me up repeatedly having my slick dripping down my leg, the image clear as day in the mirror. ‘Answer my fucking question, y/n,’ he growls, not letting up with the furious pace, and I can feel myself already nearing my third orgasm of the night. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I moan out, the pornographic images in the mirror having me nearly at the edge. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I cry out after a particularly hard thrust, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening considerably. ‘Not until I say you can,’ he says, his voice strained from the effort of holding me and himself up, but unfortunately, I’m unable to exercise any kind of self-control. I hit my orgasm with a scream of his name, shaking in his arms, and he continues to relentlessly thrust into me, even after I’ve come down from my high. ‘Only a minute ago, I was saying how good you were, and now you go and disobey me?’ he says, his words interrupted by low groans, our eyes locked in the mirror as he slows down slightly. ‘Sorry, Kook,’ I say shakily, my breathing laboured, and he grins. ‘I’ll make you sorry,’ he says before his pace increases again, even faster than it was before.

The overstimulation kicks in, my sensitivity having tears pouring down my face. ‘Jungkook, I can’t,’ I cry out, my weakening body falling back against his. ‘You wanted to be a greedy slut and cum before I let you, so this is your punishment. Take it like a good girl, and I might be nice,’ he growls, his head of his cock repeatedly hitting the soft spongy part inside me. ‘Rub yourself,’ he prompts, watching me in the mirror, and I know he’s revelling in my wrecked appearance, knowing he’s the cause of the tears falling down my flushed face. ‘I can’t,’ I breathe out, and his grip on my waist tightens. ‘I’m not gonna fucking tell you again, y/n. Rub your fucking clit like the slut you are,’ he spits out and one of my hands begins rubbing slowly at my clit, not daring to disobey him again. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he says with a smile, and I can feel myself nearing my orgasm already, surprised he doesn’t seem close as well. His pace is relentless, hips repeatedly snapping up to my back, filling me up to bursting point. The only sound in the room is our moans and skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex stronger than I’ve ever encountered before. The mixed sensations of him fucking me and my hand rubbing slowly at my clit have me moaning every few seconds, sounding more like a porn star than ever. ‘I’m close, y/n,’ he says, the hand that’s on my waist slapping my hand away and taking its spot, only his pace and much faster than mine, hand furiously rubbing at my clit. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I scream out, head falling back onto his shoulder, his mouth right beside my ear so I can hear all of his moans and grunts at full volume, the sounds only pushing me closer to the edge. ‘Cum for me, y/n,’ he prompts, and almost as though my body is hanging on his every word, my orgasm washes over me. I scream out his name at top volume, body convulsing against him, and he reaches his orgasm then, moaning out my name, continuing to thrust into me as his hand rubs at my clit. Once he’s come down from his high, he pulls out of me slowly, the feeling of emptiness having me shivering as he puts down my leg. He pulls off his now full condom and throws it away as I lay down on the bed, breathing heavily after having four orgasms.

‘Hold on, babe, don’t get comfortable. I’m not done with you yet,’ he says from where he stands beside the bed, grinning down at me. ‘What?’ I breathe out, confused as he settles himself on the bed between my legs, lying on his front. ‘I’m a perfectionist, and it physically pains me to leave your orgasms at such an… odd number,’ he says with a smirk. ‘Four’s even,’ I say pointedly, wondering if he has memory loss. ‘I know, but five is just so much better, don’t you think?’ he says, looking up at me with a grin as he pulls my legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of my glistening core, soaked with my multiple releases. ‘Jungkook. I can’t take anymore,’ I sigh as he leaves open mouthed kisses up my thighs. ‘But you’ve been handling it so well, you’ve been so good for me,’ he says, slowly pushing a finger between my folds. ‘Please, Jungkook, I can’t,’ I whine out, the overstimulation all too much as he pumps in and out of me slowly. ‘Listen to me, y/n. I am gonna eat your sweet little pussy until I’ve had enough, and you are gonna cum on my tongue like the good little slut you are. Understand?’ he growls, looking up at me in the dim light, and I nod, his words persuading me instantly. ‘Yes, Jungkook,’ I reply, and he grins. He doesn’t waste any time, licking a stripe up my slit as his finger continues pumping in and out of me. ‘Ah, Jungkook,’ I breathe out, the weakness of the overstimulation beginning to ebb away, replaced by waves of pleasure washing over me. His finger disappears, replaces by his tongue dipping between my folds, lapping up my slick. ‘You taste so fucking good, y/n, better than any other girl I’ve tasted,’ he praises, the vibrations of his words against my pussy having me moaning. He laps at my core like he hasn’t eaten for days, moans and whimpers falling from between my lips every few seconds. My fingers tangle into his dark silky locks, pulling him as close as possible, head thrown back into the pillow, feet digging in to the mattress. I can feel his eyes scanning me as his mouth works wonders at my core, my orgasm drawing ever closer. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, more,’ I moan, and I feel him grin against me. ‘Complaining that you couldn’t handle anymore a minute ago, and now look at you. Begging for more, like a greedy little slut,’ he chuckles before three of his fingers push into me, curling inside me deliciously. ‘Yes, Jungkook, feels so good,’ I cry out, tears streaming down my face now, and he begins sucking at my clit, fingers pumping in and out of me rapidly. ‘Fuck, Kook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan out, and he speeds up even more. ‘Come on, y/n, cum for me,’ he says, his fingers disappearing, replaced by his mouth, tongue furiously lapping at me, lips tugging at my folds. His fingers and tongue dip in and out of my folds, my moans loud and frequent, and when his nose begins nudging against my clit, I feel myself coming undone. ‘Cum for me, baby girl,’ he urges, and my orgasm washes over me as I scream out his name.

Once I’ve come down from my high, I look down at Jungkook to see him licking off his fingers appreciatively. ‘You did so well, babe,’ he praises, getting up from between my legs and pulling his boxers back on. ‘Where do you keep your towels?’ he asks, and I take a few deep breath before answering, weak and exhausted. ‘In the cupboard under the sink in my en suite,’ I reply, pointing to the door. He disappears for a moment, coming back with a towel. He wipes my face clean of the sweat first, then my chest, before cleaning between my legs. I smile at him weakly, too tired to speak. ‘Go to the toilet now, babe, then you can sleep,’ he says, and I shakily climb out of the bed, knees weak. I go for a quick wee before washing my hands and splashing some water over my face. When I go back into the bedroom, Jungkook is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. ‘You’re staying, right?’ I ask, throat hoarse, and he passes me the bottle of water sat atop my nightstand. ‘If you want me to,’ he says as I take a gulp from the bottle, handing it back appreciatively. ‘I do want you to. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. That was the best dick I’ve had in my life. I don’t want us to be a one-time thing,’ I say honestly, and he grins. ‘God, this is not how I thought tonight would go but it couldn’t have gone any better,’ he says, and I smile as he gets comfortable in my bed, leaning against the headboard with his eyes on me. I take a pair of clean pants out of my drawer, pulling them on, before picking up Jungkook’s white t-shirt from the floor. ‘Mind if I wear this?’ I ask, and he shakes his head with a lazy grin. I pull it over my head and climb into the bed with him.

‘Are you gonna leave in the morning? Like, early?’ I ask as we lie down, both on our sides, face to face. ‘Well, we have a lecture at 11 so we need to be up for that, and I want to shower and put on clean clothes,’ he says. ‘You can shower here. And Jihyo’s boyfriend leaves his clothes here all the time, I washed some of them yesterday. You can take some of his,’ I say, and laughs. ‘That eager to be with me, huh?’ he jokes, and I realise how desperate I sound. I don’t feel embarrassed by it, though. I’m actually relieved if I’m honest. Yes, I enjoy what I do, I get a kick out of it. But there was always that part of me that worried about myself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have some kind of dark backstory. No cheating ex or anything. I just grew up in a loveless household. My parents hated each other, my siblings hated them, my parents didn’t show us much love, my siblings were in toxic relationships. I was the youngest, and growing up in a household that was empty of all love wasn’t weird for me because it was all I’d ever known. Not until I reached my last year of high school, and all my friends were in relationships, compared to me who’d never even had a crush, did I worry that it’d had some kind of psychological affect on me. But I supressed my worries and, when I started university, I acted on the only kind of impulses I’d ever felt; sexual ones. I’ve always tried to ignore the internal worries that I’m unable to love, but sometimes it gets too much. So to feel this way towards Jungkook, an attraction that isn’t purely physical, it excites me. Maybe I’m not so fucked up after all. ‘I am. I’ve never met anyone like you,’ I say again, and he smiles. ‘Same for you,’ he replies, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. ‘Okay, you really need to go to sleep now because we’ve got to wake up early and you must be tired,’ he says concernedly, and I laugh gently. ‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I joke, and he chuckles. ‘I don’t have to, you did it for me,’ he replies, and I grin. ‘Touché,’ I laugh. ‘How do you sleep?’ he asks. ‘I’m a cuddler,’ I reply, and he grins. ‘Same,’ he says, pulling me towards him. I rest my head on his toned chest, my arm thrown over his torso, and his arms are around me. ‘Goodnight, y/n,’ he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smile contentedly before replying, ‘goodnight, Jungkook.’

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‘Shall I tell you something?’ I say before spraying my face with setting spray, eyes and mouth closed. ‘I mean, it depends on what it is you want to tell me. A compliment or something, sure. You wanting me to get out of the house, no, no thank you,’ Jungkook says from where he’s lying across my bed in his jeans from last night and a Thrasher hoodie of Jihyo’s boyfriend’s. His hair is fluffy and soft after his brief shower this morning and he’s wearing his glasses that he went and got from his car ten minutes ago. ‘Shut up and just say yes,’ I say, inspecting my appearance in the mirror. I’m quite impressed with myself; Jungkook woke me up an hour ago and I’ve already showered and done a full face, as well as being dressed. I’m virtually ready to leave, and it’s only 10.14. ‘Yes,’ he says with a grin, watching me in the mirror. ‘When I saw you at the party yesterday, I thought you looked like a 15-year-old anime-club kid,’ I admit, and he lets out a loud surprised laugh, almost as though my words caught him off-guard. ‘I was thinking, that you were cute, but not really my type,’ I say. ‘What is your type?’ he asks intrigued. ‘Rich guy I met at his yacht party who drives a Rolls Royce, or college student that lives off Cheetos and Red Bull. But then, last night, when we… you know, I thought that you looked like the rich-yacht-Rolls Royce kinda guy. And now, you look like the college-Cheetos-Red Bull kinda guy. Like, you’re so versatile,’ I say, and he laughs again. ‘Get you a guy that can do all 3,’ Jungkook says, and I laugh before getting up from my vanity table. ‘Do you wanna grab a Starbucks or something before our lecture starts?’ I ask Jungkook, who nods, climbing up from the bed. And then I spot it.

My calendar, hanging on the wall beside my mirror. Today’s date having a note on it, written in black. Lecture’s at 10, not 11. ‘Jungkook,’ I say, pointing at the note. I watch him read it before his eyes meet mine. Both of us utter a word at the same time, the perfect word, one could say, for the ridiculously stupid situation we are stuck in, which is showing up late (to a course that is 30% attendance/punctuality) together (which will leave people wondering why infamous y/n and shy frat boy Jeon Jungkook are showing up to a lecture together, late no less); ‘shit.’

[realtransfacts]

hi, do you have a post about binding safely? I want to show my mom so she can see that it's not unsafe if you do it right. thanks!

I did try my best to make a comprehensive but not too long Binding 101 post here - and one that can hopefully be read and understood by people who don’t bind & have no desire to bind themselves, at that!

Of course this post won’t include everything, but it should hopefully cover most of the basics. It may not be exactly what you were looking for though, because even when done safely, binding is not ever completely danger-free.

Why do people bind their chest?

There’s more than one reason to bind, of course, but the most common one among trans people is physical gender dysphoria.

The feeling of disconnect or dislike towards a part of your body can be hard to explain in word sometimes, especially since many people experience it in very different ways. But it is a feeling that is draining, that is painful, and that can do tremendous harm to a person’s mental well-being.

So, binding one’s chest in order to hide these parts of our bodies, both from ourselves and from others, can be a hugely relieving and freeing thing. And something that makes life so much more bearable and enjoyable.

How do people bind their chest?

There are many different ways to bind your chest, some more dangerous than others.

Ace bandages (and any other brand of similar bandages) and tape are a no-go if you want to keep yourself safe while binding. They are capable of messing you up pretty seriously even if you only bind with them for a very short time.

Some safer DIY options could be [sewing your own binder from scratch], [making one out of a camisole], [making one out of a pair of tights] or making one of out shapewear underwear [link 1] + [link 2].

However, the best option is to get a binder that is professionally made. [gc2b] is a company that makes binders specifically for trans people and it is where I have got my binders from, but [Underworks] is another popular place that a lot of people buy from. And of course there are many more aside from those two.

Wearing one (1) high compression sports bra in your right size can also be one way to bind you chest. Although keep in mind that they are not designed to be work for longer periods of time and that the lower band of it will put a lot of focused preassure on your ribs (while a binder will distibute it more evenly). Wearing multiple sports bras on top of each other, or wearing ones that are too small for you, is not safe.

When should you not bind your chest?

There are numerous medical conditions that could make binding very unsafe, so if you worry binding may trouble you for those reasons, it could be a good idea to talk to your doctor about it.

I personally have asthma and that makes binding a bit more dangerous for me than for non-asthmatic people, as my breathing is already a bit worse than it should be. So further restricting it by binding is something I would like to avoid doing, which is part of the reason I am working towards getting top surgery to have my breasts removed. Still, the possible dangers of binding are still worth it for me when I weigh them against the certain mental suffering that comes from not binding.

Even for people without medical issues though, there are times when you should not be wearing your binder:

When you sleep.

When you exercise*.

When you have already worn it for 8 hours**.

If you’re new to binding: when you are alone***.

*Some companies like Underworks sell [binders specifically made for swimming] and [gc2b have said that their binders are ok to swim in too]. You should still be very careful when swimming in a binder though, as it does restrict your breathing and movment a bit. And be sure to wash the binder you swim in regularly, as having chlorine left in it can irritate your skin.

**The given maximum of binding hours per day in one go is 8. But everybody’s body is different, so not everyone can safely bind for that long. Personally I can usually only manage 6 hours before my ribs start to hurt pretty bad. And it’s best to not start with trying to go for the 8 hours limit right away when you get your first binder; it’s better to start binding for a smaller amount of time in the beginning and the gradually increase it over time, to allow your body time to adapt to it.

***Binders can be difficult to get out of on your own sometimes, especially in the beginning when you haven’t yet figured out the best way to do it. So in the beginning, it is best to only bind when you have other people around that can help you out of your binder in case you would need help getting it off.

How do you take care of your binder?

Binders will get worn out over time, just like any other piece of clothing. However, it may be more noticable in binders than in regular clothes, as their compression ability will visibly get worse and worse the more worn out it gets. Getting a new binder about once a year is usually recommended, but it really depends on how much you wear it.

You should wash your binder regularly. Doing this might actually help it last longer, depending on the style of it.

Some have tags that say they are machine-wash safe, in which case you could absolutely wash them that way. But personally I always handwash mine, just to make sure they’re not unnecessarilydamaged.

I use a small amount of mild detergent and cold water. Spend a lot of time rinsing it out afterwards with just water, to make sure there is no, or at least no big amount of, detergent left in it. Then I carefully scrunch it up into a ball to get as much water out as possible (don’t twist, because you don’t want to stretch the fabric) and then hang it on a hanger over the bathtub to let it drip and dry completely overnight.

For the style of binder I have (the gc2b ones), washing it regularly in cold water helps the fabric retain some of its elasticity. Which is something that can help it bind better for longer.

It may be ideal to wash it after everytime you’ve worn it and sweated in it, to prevent it from irritating your skin, but washing it just once a week is enough if you can’t do it more often than that.

What are the dangers of binding your chest?

Binding will inevetably wear out the elasticity of your skin and the breast tissue in your chest area after a while. How long it takes varies from person to person, as everybody’s body is different. But you will likely notice some difference within the first year if you bind a lot. This has little to no known actual dangerous side-effects in itself, but it will make your chest sag more and may affect how the result of top surgery looks if you plan on getting that in the future, as well as affect what types of surgeries you can get.

Even safe binding will likely give you some aches in your ribs, back and shoulders. But it is still best to take your binder off and give your body a break once you start feeling pain.

Excessive and unsafe binding comes with a lot of dangers:

Difficulty breathing, which can lead to fainting and, if binder is not removed, suffocating.

Extremely irritated skin.

Damaged (bruised, sprained, brokwn) ribs.

Damaged ribcage.

Damaged lungs (if punctured by a broken rib).

Damaged spine.

These things can usually be avoided as long as you bind safely, however.

How do you know if the pain/side-effects you get from binding is normal or not? When should you be worried?

Listen to your body and learn to interpret its signals. Everyone has different pain thresholds and everybody’s body has different limits, after all. So you will need to learn your own.

But some general signs and side-effects, normal and not, are as follows:

Normal:

Sore arms, shoulders, neck and/or back. This soreness may linger for a a couple of hours after you take the binder off, or not show up until the day after. It should go away completely after 2 days without binding.

Getting a bit out of breathe after having climbed a set of stairs or similar. Although you should still be able to catch your breathe again without too much difficulty.

Some chafting under your arms.

Increased chest and back acne.

Slight anxiety caused by feeling restricted.

Not normal, take the binder off as soon as you can and see a doctor if the symptoms don’t go away within a couple of days:

Difficulty breathing, especially if even after you’ve taken the binder off.

Not able to take deep breathes, cough or sneeze.

Sharp pain in chest or ribs.

Lightheadedness, feeling like you’re about to faint.

Losing vision, having your ears ringing or getting a tingling sensation in your fingers, even if just for a moment. (Often signs that you are about to faint.)

Feeling too sore/too restricted/too tired to do everyday activities that you could do without problems before you started binding.

Numbness in arms.

Bruising.

Skin rashes.

Nausea during or after binding.

Not normal, go see a doctor as soon as you can, could be signs of a serious injury:

Any of the symptoms from the list above, if you are feeling very worried about them. Better safe than sorry.

Not able to breathe at all.

Blueness in your libs or fingertips.

Fainting.

Sudden intense bursts of claustrophobia and/or panick attacks, especially if you do no get those when not binding.

Noticable change in ribcage shape.

Wow, that’s a lot of dangers. Is it really worth it?

For many people, including me: yes.

Like I said in the beginning, there are many reasons for why people bind. But mine is dysphoria, so that is the only thing I can talk about here.

Dysphoria is not a joking matter. It is often a very intense and painful kind of suffering. And taking these risks is often still better than having to deal with the dysphoria that we have when we are not binding.

This may be difficult to understand if you are not dysphoric yourself. But please try to understand that people would not knowingly be taking these risks if we didn’t feel like we needed to.

[youngster-monster]

i don’t want to be here (if i can’t be with you)

There are a lot of flowers on Cayde’s grave. Other things, too. Bullets, glimmers, cards. But mostly flowers. They’re piled over the casket, cascading down the sides, spilling onto the floor in a sea of colors.

Razel runs his hand through them. Watches the petals brush over his skin more than he feels them. The colors are dull to his eyes. The entire world is, now. Sunlight streams through the tall windows of the cemetery and can’t manage to warm him. Even now darkness crawls at the edge of his sight.

The room is empty. Silent. Too vast, yet too crowded. Hard to breathe in, from grief and the dust that can’t help but gather around graves.

“I got Ace back,” he says, a desperate bid to fill the emptiness. His voice is quiet, raspy from disuse. He hasn’t had the strength to face people, talk to people, for a while.

Strong silent type, Cayde had called him. A joke on how quiet he used to be, in the first months; how loud he became, later on.

He takes his hand out of the flowers, drums his fingers on his knee. Cayde always waited for him to get his words in order when he’d ramble too fast, jumble them together. It’s weird that now, when Cayde can’t cut him off, is when he’d start to think before he talks.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be using it for much longer, though,” he settles on. Kind of guilty for admitting it, kind of relieved for the same reason. It hangs in the air between them — the grave and him. Heavy with unspoken meaning. I don’t think I’m gonna be there for much longer, he doesn’t say, because Cayde would already know, if he was there. And if he isn’t then it doesn’t matter what he says or doesn’t say. “I’m glad it’s fixed, though. It’s wouldn’t have been right to leave it the way it was.”

Doesn’t feel right to have it now, held loose in his other hand. It has too much Cayde in it. He brushes his thumb against the spade painted on the side, thoughtful. He has half a mind to turn it on himself, if only to put and end to the stifling silence, but he refrains. Not that it would be effective, anyway, but it wouldn’t do anyone any good to get blood all over the place. And this isn’t the gun for the job. This is a gun for killing bad guy. For protecting people. For justice, and doing good, and kicking ass that isn’t his own.

He thinks maybe Awokens are bad at mourning, or maybe he is. First Uldren, then him, going half-mad with grief instead of moving forward. There’s too much Darkness in them to let it go, maybe. Or maybe it's a 'them' kind of problem. Too much time halfway into the Ascendant realm, or getting their mind twisted by the Vex. They get weird, and obsessed with resurrection, and when it doesn’t work—

When it’s not possible—

Well. Bad stuff happens. It always does.

But then again Uldren didn’t kill his sister.. And she wasn’t really dead, now, was she? Just… lost. Or maybe just too busy being incorporeal to bother telling him so. Maybe he’d have been fine, eventually, if the Black Garden hadn’t turned his brain inside-out. If he’d known.

Razel, now… Razel didn’t have a chance, and he didn’t have a choice. He killed Cayde — let him die — couldn’t save him. Same thing. He kind of thought he could repay a life for a life. Kill Uldren and wipe his slate clean. That didn’t work, so he focused on the Ace of Spade. A part of Cayde, brought back to life with new parts and old recordings.

He strokes the painted spade again, wondering—

(Could he have done better? Done more? Guns kill. He doesn’t think he can bring someone back to life with one. But maybe if he’d tried harder—)

“It’s weird how you sounded like you were ready for me to kill you. Like I could kill you, even if I wanted to. Though I guess I kinda did, in the end,” he says. “You liked to be ready for everything. I remember that. But I never thought we’d end up there, you dead and me… not. It’s weird that you thought about it. Even just in case.”

That kind of weird is typical, for Cayde. Unnerving, but he came to expect the paranoia. It was justified, in the end. Cayde really didn’t have anyone to watch his back but himself; the Vanguard gig really ended up being the death of him.

Kind of cursed, that position.

“I don’t want this story to end,” he admits after some time, really quiet. Letting the silence swallows it whole, spit it back out muted and broken. “I’m sorry. I know you’d want us all to move on, but-” he swallows past the lump in his throat, past the prickling in his eyes. “I still wake up every night, wishing Uldren had gotten me instead.”

I still wake up every night with the weight of your body in my arms, he doesn’t say, because Cayde would know. He always knew, when it came to Razel.

Back then, under the Prison of Elders, he hadn’t felt anything. The grief had been like a tidal wave, crashing into him, drowning everything until there was nothing left. It had been awful, that all-consuming void opening in him, the static in his ears as he put one foot after the other, one foot after the other. Now he misses it. Longs for the quiet, the numbness, when he wakes up gasping — sobbing — shaking all over, nightmares a tangible mass lodged in his throat, weighing down on his chest, choking him.

Razel has never lost anyone before. Never loved anyone before, not the way he loved Cayde — fiercely, wholeheartedly.

He clears his throat, wipes the tears off his cheeks. Puts on a brave front, for old time’s sake. “Ikora and Zavala are worried about me. Lek, too. Holliday, I think. Like if they stop watching me one second I’m gonna off myself?”

He thinks, again, about the gun in his lap. How easy it would be, to turn it on himself, turn it on Cubix. It only takes a bullet.

“I’d promise I won’t do it, but you taught me not to take losing bets.” He chuckles. It rings hollow. Cayde would hate it, he thinks. He wouldn’t see the point in Razel dying, not when it wouldn’t help anyone. But he’s not there. Why should it matter?

He rises to his feet. Rests his hand on Cayde’s casket, like he could feel a heartbeat if only he pressed hard enough. “I’ll try, though,” he says, and it’s not a lie. Not quite.

He leaves the Ace of Spade on top of the casket as he leaves. It’s not his gun to wield. It’s never been anyone’s but Cayde.

And who is he going to pass it on to, when he’s killed by a Vex? By a Fallen?

(By himself?)

[farareusis]

i wasn’t even a little bit ready for what i was getting into when i had this idea but here we are i guess. piper’s a Bad Person and i’m uncomfortable

Listen. I’m not somebody with a habit of second-guessing herself. But on days like today, it’s hard not to ask, “You gave up a cushy career as an attorney-at-law for this?”

I sigh heavily through my nose. It turns into a hoarse cough. Too usual a thing, even these days, for me to take much notice. The clock above the door tells me another cup of coffee would do me a hell of a lot of good, so I emerge from my room for the first time all day and head for the kitchen. Ace is nowhere to be seen. Good. I don’t need her coming at me for “working such ridiculous hours” and “mixing stimulants and alcohol before noon”.

The worst part about coffee is that nobody’s found a way to brew it straight into a gal’s mouth. So, as I’m waiting, I wear a groove into the curled linoleum of the kitchen floor. I never pace anywhere except the kitchen, and only while waiting for coffee. Something about the rhythm of boiling, dripping water. The apartment fills with the acid smell of roasted caffeine. The beans were five bucks a pound. I’m no connoisseur.

Slick’s got me on call today. Her, and about a thousand other crooks. Got three consultations in a row this afternoon, all different parts of the metro. Don’t know what I was thinking when I scheduled that. Friend of a friend wants to meet up for a “favor”, specifics unspecified, although I know every other thing about him short of his shoe size. Kyrie needs me to show some kid the ropes, as if I’m the closest thing she’s got to a proper debt collector - which I suppose just goes to show how lean things are getting out there.

Supposed to meet up with Ben later to hunt down a couple of supers for interviews. A dozen irons in the fire, and somehow that’s the thing I keep coming back to — a completely nuts, dead-end puzzle box case that might not even have a solution, and which I’m definitely not getting paid for. But I can’t shake it. The coffee machine beeps quietly as the water stops dripping. The heat of the pot through my gloves makes my numbed fingers itch. This case is a bad love affair; takes all my headspace without giving back, but something’s there that’s too good to give up.

I’ve got the half-empty pot to my lips when I hear the floor outside my front door creak. I know who it is even before the three-second pause, just enough hesitation to mean something, followed by a brisk knock.

“Come in, Al,” I say. The door opens, and the man on the other side has to duck to enter my apartment.

We haven’t been acquainted for long, but there are a few things I know about Alastair Sergei. One: his picture’s in the dictionary under “Tall, Dark, and Handsome”. Like if a menswear model had a change of heart, became a librarian, and succumbed to a slightly unhealthy love of pasta and cheap wine. Two: no matter what Aisha thinks, he’s only slightly less harmless than he seems. He’s got too many streaks of bad character to be faking his overall good nature. Just how I like ‘em. And, three: the serene, charming, and entirely self-controlled smile he’s got on his face when he says hello is so boring that I consider telling him to turn right back around and leave me alone with my work.

His greeting stops halfway out of his mouth when he sees me drinking coffee right from the pot. I think about smirking at him, but decide it would be more effective to just maintain eye contact as I take another few gulps. He doesn’t even know about the whiskey.

“Rough morning?” he finally says, confusion adding a hint of interest to his bland smile.

“Can’t tell, yet,” I answer, setting the pot down on the countertop. “Long one, for sure.”

“When’d you get up?”

“Implies I’ve recently been anything other than up.”

Alastair winces in sympathy. “I should probably leave you to - uh - rest, maybe? I just thought I’d drop by, since—“

I grunt a couple of shapeless negatives, waving his words away. “Sit down. I’m already, you know… taking a break, or whatever.”

Alastair’s polite smile returns. It’s got an edge of mischief to it, this time. Slightly better. “Sorry, what was that? That word?”

“I dunno what you’re talking about.”

He leans against the back of the couch, his hands in his pockets. “To hear Ben tell it, the word ‘break’ isn’t supposed to be in your vocabulary.”

“Yeah, well,” I say with a shrug. I let him have this one, because he’s sounding too much like Ace for my taste, right now.

Alastair watches me for a minute. I’m looking down at my gloves as I pull at the hems, but I can feel his eyes. I deal with my own glare in the mirror every day. His feels like a summer breeze, compared. “What’s keeping you up all night, then?” he says.

“Mm. Jealous?”

I think that’s a new record for “smallest amount of words needed to reduce a man to momentary speechlessness”. Then he laughs easily, and a dark flush spreads inward from his ears. The slightest pang of adrenaline quickens my pulse in something similar to pride — satisfaction — like when I managed to pick a lock for the first time in sixth grade.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” I say before Alastair has a chance to get smart with me. “Figured I might as well use the time to get some work done.”

“Oh, I know that feeling.”

My eyes suddenly lock on to his hands. “Stop that.”

He pulls back, leaving a small spot on a nearby table cleared, the clutter and trinkets arranged into the beginnings of order. “Sorry,” he says reflexively, before crossing his arms. “Habit. I mean, I’m actually kind of impressed at how fast you managed to…. unpack.”

“When a room’s too clean, it don’t feel right,” I say.

His mouth twitches, but he lets it go. I suppose this means we’re even. His tone returns to banter. “I doubt anything in this building could even charitably be referred to as ‘too clean’, though.”

“That’s part of the charm,” I say, finally cracking a smile. He returns it, just as crooked but with his lips closed over his teeth, like he’s trying to pretend it’s not a completely different expression from the one he walked in with. There it is. That’s the stuff. I consider telling him he looks better when his face isn’t faked, but then again, that’d take all the fun out of making him slip.

“Since you obviously got nothing better to do,” I say, turning to the sink, “I’ll make some more coffee.”

“Thank you,” Alastair says with genuine warmth. He doesn’t mention the cup and a half still in the pitcher on the counter. Maybe he does know about the whiskey.

I set out the stuff he’ll need. I’m not gonna mix it for him. A girl’s gotta have some standards. He comes into the kitchen, his dark red curls nearly brushing the plaster ceiling tiles, and I remember — four: he takes so much cream and sugar in his coffee that I could be brewing ground-up triple-A batteries and he’d drop dead before he noticed a difference.

There is a small piece of paper on the kitchen window.

I freeze, staring at it. I can see, backlit by the city sun, a few symbols printed on the other side. It wasn’t there when I came in to make my own coffee. I’m almost certain. Ninety-nine percent. But… I can’t be sure. I didn’t make a specific note in my brain, The kitchen window is clear, nothing out of place — I reach out to it. The note is on the outside of the window. I live on the third floor.

Alastair says something. My ears filter it out before it even reaches my brain. When I stick my arm through the open window, I can just barely reach the paper, and it comes off with the faint sucking noise of weak adhesive.

A heart and a winking face. It’s handwritten, but it uses keyboard characters to form the symbols as if it had been typed up. I turn it over in my hands. There’s nothing else. My mind flips through everything I’m working on, every bit of information pertinent to all the plates I’ve got spinning on sticks, but I’ve never seen this kind of thing before. It could just be some kind of joke, I suppose, but—

“Piper, what is it?” Alastair says, insistently enough that it gets through.

I turn from the kitchen and head for my room. There isn’t a single surface in this place thick enough to keep out more than a whisper, but I figure it’ll be good enough to give me a moment to think.

I stopped believing in coincidences about the same time I first got jumped for sticking my nose in the wrong place, and this was just strange enough to fit. I could write it off as a prank, except that dumb teenagers would have a hard time scaling three stories of apartment complex just to leave a note. Unless they were supers, in which case the note may have something to do with my investigation into the superflu. I wonder if Ben would know anything about this. He and Ace are both more into the text thing than I am. Maybe it means something?

“Piper.”

I never made it into my room. I’m standing with my forehead pressed to the door. “Shut your mouth for a damn minute, would you?” I snap, holding a hand up without turning to him.

Alastair leaving my apartment in a huff registers in my brain on roughly the same level as the housefly shifting its position on the floor near my feet. The note is a signature. That much seems obvious. But it’s a signature I’m not familiar with, which makes me wonder why the owner cares about who I am or what I’m doing. Not much of a message. Maybe it’s just meant to confuse me, make me ask more questions. If that’s it, then it’s sure as hell working.

I can’t shake the feeling that I should know what this is.

The paper crumples in my hand, slowly, absently. Even worse, I feel like if the person who put it there could see me right now, they’d be laughing.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ronnie, Bronson, Charlie & Bea

Ronnie: I'm going on a run Ronnie: who wants? Bronson: My stash is depleted for some unknown reason 🤔 please stock me up Charlie: Ooh, new year new you babe? Charlie: couch to 5k is it aspirational af 😍 Bea: ✋ me Ronnie: fuck off i just dont need you pussies crying when you can't scav my gear Ronnie: what'll it be princess? the usual Charlie: c'mon, we've always shared everything, nothing is your own #carekidlife Bronson: Ha! That'll be why the lock on my door never sticks Bea: yep, not decided to get heavily into crack since we last spoke, just lots of amphetamines in any form you find 'em, tah, got exams coming up Ronnie: Shame Ronnie: reckon I'd like you more on the hard shit Charlie: just in case you missed the old place, man, giving you that nostalgia for when you had to padlock anything that wasn't bolted to the floor 😜 Bronson: Good times! 😀 Bea: Shame I'm not trying to be your type then, I guess Bea: soz darling, spoken for 💋 Charlie: Truly, missing that tenner a week pocket money, LUXURY! Ronnie: fucking am Ronnie: pissing jobcentre Bronson: I'll add it to your tab if you're desperate as Charlie: gotta learn to play their game, babe Charlie: not throw the board in a hissy Ronnie: 🖕 doss cunts Bea: catch me here fanning myself with sweet, sweet debt for future me to give a shit about Bronson: I'll wipe it out if you use some to keep me sweet Bea: sweet enough sugar 😘 Bea: but forreal, if you could manage that I would be your sugar mama for LIFE 🙏 Bronson: It's student loans not the feds Bronson: Easy peasy Bea: true, like all branches of the gov, pretty fucking useless Bea: but I'm an immigrant as far as they concerned so they treat me SO good 😋 Bronson: Same, but we can always stretch our hands out a little further Ronnie: To jack it and pat yourself on the back at the same time, yeah? Ronnie: calm it down Bronson: New year, new look too! Green looks ace with black 😄 Bea: Clearly do not have natural rhythm Ronnie, that's really not that difficult Bea: You're not a drummer, are you? 😕 Ronnie: get off my tits all of yous Ronnie: do you want gear or nah? Bronson: 🤐 Bea: I thought you'd already gone tbh Ronnie: not trying to score that weak gay shit Ronnie: hitting up a more reliable source like Charlie: rude, i'm RIGHT here Ronnie: are you even gay fitzy? always in my pussy lad Bronson: 😷 Bea: 🤢 Charlie: idk, ask ur man 💖 Ronnie: that'll be why me and Bron's dads did a bunk Bronson: Get yourself locked up at the same time just for the d, did you? Romantic Charlie: if the porn n the stereotypes n the rate of STIs are anything to go by...love is in the air always in cell block h Ronnie: princess'll have some handcuffs to get you on your way to that good loving Bea: 🚿🧠 anyone got any bleach? Bea: Charlie isn't worth the 💰 use cable ties, more authentic Bronson: 99 🚔 My fingers are on the button....Stop for the love of god Ronnie: Bron can help you out there Fitz Ronnie: 🤓 Bronson: Take that over a thicko label Charlie: Look, babe, know you wanna tie me down forever but do it yourself, don't involve the kid Charlie: 💍 diamond or no D, soz Ronnie: Bring a needle I'll snag a gem Bronson: Don't go there, C, I'm still riding the ear infection wave Bronson: It's been 84 years Ronnie: yeah cause you're a mong that can't turn an earring Bronson: In my defense I was a legit child Bea: nothing screams low-class like stabbing your friends for the bants Charlie: and i already scream homo loudly enough, don't need another reason to be hate crime-d, a thank you Bronson: If I didn't know you I'd guess bisexual Bronson: You can have that for free Charlie: what a smooth-talker! thanks babe 💖 Charlie: and if i didn't know you, i'd guess you were trying to see my dongle Bronson: Been there, repressed the trauma o that Ronnie: get a fucking room benders Charlie: why you being so homophobic when we all know how bad you want on princess? cliche stuck in the closet much Bea: shut up Ronnie: in your wet dreams Charles Ronnie: fuck off Charlie: oh the delicious tension Charlie: too much for either to bear Ronnie: I know where she's been Ronnie: fuck that Ronnie: like you wish you could gayboy Bronson: Wait, you fancy Fraze, Charlie? Ha Bea: Bron can you not encourage either of them Bea: thanks Bronson: Sorry my mind's just blown I thought he was out of his straight boy phase Charlie: What? Its a compliment for you, he's adorable, why else would you be with him? Ronnie: they're both annoying cunts Ronnie: match made Charlie: and never out of that phase, bro 😍 #daddyissues Bea: get his name out of your mouth bitch Ronnie: oi get your mouth off his dick Fitzgerald you heard her Ronnie: princess is raging like Ronnie: when your mans a slag and youre a prude Bea: As if Bea: Only one McKenna fucked up to go near you Bea: #singletear Charlie: Children, enough Ronnie: Bron do that final 9 she's going off 😂 Bronson: Walking away Bea: know you're hard up but as per we're all funding you getting your rocks off so run along and do it, no need to bore me trying to get your kicks Ronnie: know youre a snobby cunt but I don't work for you Bea: you don't work for anyone, not even JC gonna fund your lack of a life Ronnie: 🖕 mad cause I don't need reddies to fund myself Bea: yeah fuming Bea: if only I'd have thought of selling my body, wouldn't even NEED to be at cambs rn omg Ronnie: nailed it Bea: 😂 Bea: whodathunkit Bea: talking to the cure for cancer stuck inside a waster here Bea: and I'm the snob, okay Ronnie: fucking hell Ronnie: devvo like Bea: We can tell Bea: you don't need to shout about it, you've got the energy of a walking wasteland Ronnie: can't wait until you take some more speed and get more smug Bea: Right? Bea: Must sting, better only getting better Bea: why don't you get something to numb the pain- Ronnie: let you know how it feels when the lads come up Bronson: A rare compliment, you hitting it already? Ronnie: you'll have your share calm the fuck down Charlie: i don't want any, i'm busy Charlie: glad you all noted my silence, feel so listened to usually! hmpf Ronnie: so now you're a little bitch too Ronnie: fuck's sake Bronson: PARTY TIME, am I right? Really in the mood now thanks everyone Charlie: who's in who's pussy, dollface? Charlie: keep your shirt on, Bro 😂 got enough with the two angry feminists here Charlie: I've got previous plans, if you're really so hurt, you can save me some, no? Whaddya mean that'd hurt more? 😏 Bea: you're alright, I personally rather you weren't there, suits me 😘 Bronson: Shirts already off, too late 😜 Bea: Standard 👌 Charlie: you big man whore Charlie: when i'm not around to be predatory, too, tuttut Bronson: I'd wilt under your stare, you know you aren't missing out Charlie: our beautiful wallflower Charlie: I bagsy being a red rose, lil trashy but iconic Bronson: Thorn in our sides Bronson: accepted Bea: Nice one, babe Bea: i'll be an orchid, because i'm beautiful, ornamental and high-maintenance Bea: getting in there before any of you fucks can Charlie: though your silence IS noted, wonwon Charlie: don't be cross at me 😘 Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: you're not the only one who's busy Ronnie: got a dick in my mouth too like Charlie: such a skilled multitasker Charlie: teach me your ways Bronson: in private please Bronson: not a lesson I want to learn Bea: we're not living in that teen movie Ronnie: On my way Bea: 👍 getting cash out, meet you there Bronson: Doors on the latch

Bea: Morning sweetness 😴 Bea: manage to recover your good vibe/night? Bronson: is it? 😪 Bronson: Until now it wasn't too bad Bronson: Do you get to say the same or is it pure suffering? Bea: Wow, when you hit bae up with that morning text and he's like day=ruined 😰 thought we was forever 😉 Bea: Decided to get off with someone around the same time I lost track of yous, so it was fucking awful, don't tell me you coulda told me that Bronson: It's only the comedown I wanna dump you're welcome to come and nap 💗 Bronson: Not to be that know it all Bea: Molly's such a cruel, cruel mistress, she wants you to miss her when she's gone 💁 Bea: Poor bubba, better than waking up next to that pushy bitch from last night though, Jesus, what was her damage? Bea: I reckon he'd actually gone out and had his drunken kebab and THEN PAID TO GET BACK IN Bea: No sir, not alright Bea: Why do I bother? Bronson: But I'm shamelessly smitten, only girl for besides present company like Bronson: Whatever it is she's not the first or last sufferer Bronson: Thanks for the bail out and sorry I wasn't there to do the same with kebab Kev Bea: N'awwh 💞 glad I hold more appeal than Tina, don't need to be going down that route Bea: It's an epidemic! Basic bitches who can't get a man willing, yeah take that out on innocent onlookers who ain't buying and talk about how your ex ain't shit for being a creepy letch Bea: We see you sweets 💅 Bea: Any time, even if you weren't there to take that donner breath bullet Bea: I'd never ask that of anyone, even Ronnie, though she'd brag about not being arsed, I'm sure 😂 Bronson: Next time I'll carry gum and throw it at whoever you deem worthy Bronson: Give me the nod Bronson: It was all over her socials like we had a good night together until I got there first Bronson: Rather take out Tina and all her mates Bea: as if you don't already Bea: if only little miss would-be-rapist knew that strong jawline was from gurning up a storm 😉 Bea: not so sexy now Bronson: there's nothing in my pockets I'm just pleased to see you Bronson: Seriously though, some of those selfies had to go for that unflattering reason alone taking into account none of her other antics Bronson: I looked a state Bea: 😂 not fallen for that one before but i'll make an exception for you boo Bea: catch me in my duvet cocoon, please don't look at me 'cos same Bea: I dread to think Bea: kept off my accounts for that reason and many more, some of us have reputations to uphold, skank Bronson: want me to check Bronson: clean up the carnage Bronson: Then brunch, your treat Bea: please Bea: roleplay my IT bitch and I'll be feeling my boss best in time for a liquid lunch Bea: will have to damage control my face first, enjoy watching me lovingly whilst I turn a -2 to an 11 Bronson: Never get bored of staring at you, you know that Bronson: Make my hair great again Bronson: Thanks Bea: when you shoulda been Trump's campaign manager 😕 Bea: sort the weave, clean up that twitter Bea: what a wonderful world it coulda been Bronson: Last night proves I can't stop him pussy grabbing Bronson: Need you for that one Bea: This pussy bites back 😼 Bea: its not your fault, girls like that, if you tell her to fuck off, and rightly so, it'd be made like YOU were being a prick to her Bea: gotta bullshit these hoes sometimes, tis the only way Bronson: Or playing hard to get...they fire that one at me loads Bronson: 😦 Bea: 🤢 gross Bea: got that one myself a fair few times, when I'm not being accused of being a prude by Ronaldo, hilariously Bea: People are the worst Bea: 'cept us Bronson: It's only because she likes you Bronson: Flattering, isn't it? Bronson: Being called broken is my fave Bronson: "Who hurt you?" You are right now, fuck off before you get a slap yourself to feel the pain of Bea: Wouldn't that just be the perfect solution in their simplistic little world? If only Bea: Save myself the feelings of disgust not brought on by kebab breath Bea: Though, if you think that that's love coming from Ron, then you do have an answer to their riddle right there, not real but the masses'll take one look at her and buy it 😜 Bronson: No arguments here Bronson: Your socials are sparkling now so that's real comfort to take Bea: 💖 yay Bea: the world never need know Bea: as long as I didn't drunk dial or text Fraze, this day is looking up, tah babes Bronson: Not to be a know it all again so quick Bronson: but I'm going to go ahead and guess the answer to that one Bea: BITCH DON'T KILL MY VIBE Bea: I'm sure I'd have angry ranting in my inbox if I had Bea: or a passive indirect on the socials, come across one perchance smartiepants? Bronson: Might've Bronson: I'll spare you Bea: Noooooooooooooooooooo Bea: Coulda had it all Bea: Really sours my Bloody Mary Bea: Fuck sake, now he's going to think I FUCKED kebab kev and enjoyed it meanwhile I sit here virginal and scrubbing my mouth out with soap Bea: How's this game fair again, please remind me Bronson: It isn't Bronson: But I can't tell you to stop playing Bronson: All yours Bea: you're meant to be a superwhizkid Bea: can't you think up a strategy so I win Bronson: Thinking cap is on Bronson: Because my hair still looks shit as much as Bea: I'll fix your barnet Bea: Between you and Charlie, honestly Bea: Never known boys like it 😂 Bea: blatant lie, have you seen how particular Fraze is but he doesn't really have much hair to be stylin' so Bronson: 👴 awkward Bea: you fool Bea: not like that 😂 Bea: though I'll keep it in my backpocket for when we inevitably row later Bea: #malepatternbaldnessBITCH Bronson: Freebie to kick your day off right again Bea: if you refuse to tell me what to do, could you use your skillz for good at least and fucking disable my phone when i'm fucked Bronson: Last time I tried you tried to fight me like Bea: Look, I didn't say it was a task for the fainthearted 😉 Bea: and yes, you would be the first to succeed too Bea: but if anyone can, its my man 😘 Bronson: Ego boost before eggs Bronson: Whoa Bronson: Today is looking up Bea: Gotta keep you sweet with all the bitching I'll no doubt do at brunch Bea: such a Carrie move, like no one cares bitch, write it in your column or books or...what did she even write? Or was she just monologuing at her computer, like all been there babe but don't act like its buying you all that designer Bronson: Her real true love was that laptop Bronson: Solved it Bea: 😲 Bea: but Mr. Big Bea: clue in the name Bronson: Could be his wallet Bronson: explain the designer gear Bea: Exactly Bea: Just my type Bronson: I'd go in for it if I can spend and send him the receipts Bea: you must be aware there are websites for that Bea: get on it boy Bronson: It all gets too sexual for my tastes Bea: set out boundaries Bea: different strokes for different folks Bea: i'm SURE there's a millionaire out there that just wants to chat Bronson: 🤔 There's enough fighting off advances in the club Bronson: Shelving that until millionaires become good people Bea: not bad people by default Bea: just a bad system they profit from more than you Bronson: Getting deep in here Bronson: Truth though Bea: real talk take #2 Bea: where do you think charlie was last night? and who or what was he doing? Bronson: Good questions that I have no answer to Bronson: If he had a job we'd all know Bea: I need to know, suspense is killing me Bea: I didn't think anything beat drugs in his book Bea: somewhat encouraging? Bronson: You could ask but I doubt you'd get far enough into the real Bronson: It is Bronson: Boy's growing up? Bea: Full of the #bants them two Bronson: Since day 1 Bronson: I'm coming to get you, Barbara Bronson: Ready yourself Bea: *falls over gravestones like a dumb bitch* Bea: i'm good to go and looking fly Bronson: I'll do the coded knock Bronson: Made up rn Bea: Helpful Bronson: That's my thing Bronson: Soon, my love, soon

[katzuyas]

FIC MASTERLIST 2016

I did one last year so why not do one this year as well, here it is: the complete list of what my bloody fingers typed up in 2016, enjoy!

total number of fics published: 110

word count: around 225k

last year it was 73 fics and 160k words written, so seemed to have written a crapton more this past year so ayyy congrats to me uwu

the list below follows a pattern like this:

title[*]

fandom: pairing: words: summary:

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the asterisk [*] after the title means it’s one of my personal fav fics, so if you haven’t read those, pls do!

J A N U A R Y

happy new year

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 1231 summary: It was way past 6am on New Year's Eve and Shouyou was walking down the empty streets, his fingers curled into fists in his too big mittens, his cheeks cold-bitten red and already numb. 

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one step closer

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 734 summary: Eijun lost a bet and now has to confess his love.

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let’s play

fandom: haikyuu!!  pairing: teruhina words: 942 summary: Shouyou bumps into Terushima years later, which is a beautiful start of something new for them both.

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extraordinary you[*]

fandom: haikyuu!!  pairing: oihina words: 808 summary: Shouyou is extraordinary and Oikawa wastes no time to tell him that. 

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fill my lungs with sweetness

fandom: haikyuu!!  pairing: tsukihina words: 1328 summary: There were rumours about the janitor's closet on the second floor. Rumours, that Kei didn't believe one bit. 

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heart as loud as lions

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 721 summary: Miyuki never tells the truth, but Eijun has learned to listen to his heart instead of his mouth. 

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [2/15]

fandom: haikyuu!!  pairing: oihina words: 1227 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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F E B R U A R Y

mosaic of your name

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 656 summary: Kuroo says the three words that make Hinata cry.  

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clusterfuck[*]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 9226 summary: 

"Hey, Hinata?" Kuroo asked conversationally. "Mm?" Shouyou rolled his head to the side, closing his eyes briefly as the world pulsed with colour, blurring his vision. "Exactly how flexible are you?"

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smith the sun for me[*]

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 1272 summary: He was the son of the cursed starry night. The child of the bloody moon and shadows. Forever bound to the flesh of a beast.

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miss you more

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 816 summary: Long distance relationships are hard, but if you have someone to joke around with, it somehow gets easier.  

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damsel in distress[*]

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 1502 summary: Miyuki doesn’t need a knight in shining armour to protect his honour, but when he does, he’s happy it’s Sawamura.   

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miyumiyu

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 814 summary: Miyuki, the cat Eijun owns, turns into a human catboy.    

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [3/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1218 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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M A R C H

unstoppable

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 1021 summary: They've been at it for years. Kazuya didn't even remember what his baseball life used to revolve around before they'd met. He vaguely knew there had to be something that drew him in, but now when he thought about baseball all he could see behind his closed eyelids was the bright gaze of golden eyes burning into him from the mound.

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one day[*]

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 821 summary: "Do you maybe, I don't know, want to get married or something?"

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feel love run through my blood

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 7550 summary: When the rising star of the movie world meets the incredibly handsome singer, all hell breaks lose.  

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [4/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1233 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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hideaway

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 1672 summary: It’s hard to live alone, but it’s even harder to live with parents who don’t accept your choice of studies. Luckily, Kuroo has Hinata to make it just a little bit easier. 

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [5/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1429 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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the words you’ve not spoken

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 883 summary: "Should we break up?" Kazuya asked.

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the prince and the frog

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 2054 summary: Kuroo gets turned into a frog and it’s Shouyou’s job to turn him back.

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A P R I L

let me love you

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: iwaoi words: 526 summary: Oikawa has trouble loving himself, so Iwaizumi does it for him. 

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get a taste of heaven

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 729 summary: Graduation is no time for regrets.

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [6/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1047 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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M A Y

surrender[*]

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 1066 summary: He was a prisoner, a slave. Trash that no one cared about. Trash that even he had stopped caring about.

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till the sun dies

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 601 summary: Kazuya was seventeen when he realized he had a crush.

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the heart wants what it wants

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 1234 summary: Eijun never wanted presents for his birthday.

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oops I did it again

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 518 summary: “Stop smiling so much, stupid," Kazuya said, but the curl of his own lips betrayed his affection for the idiot he was holding close to his heart. "I keep hitting your teeth-"

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The Matchmaker 

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 73700 summary: It's hard to be alone and happy, so when an opportunity presents itself in the form of his cousin's best friend, Shouyou says fuck it and goes along with it, except... he doesn't really know what he's signing himself up for. Or how much it'll cost.

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lalalu

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 866 summary: Miyuki sings to their child, and Eijun can’t help but tease him a little about it.  

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [7/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1215 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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J U N E

The Matchmaker

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 73700 summary: It's hard to be alone and happy, so when an opportunity presents itself in the form of his cousin's best friend, Shouyou says fuck it and goes along with it, except... he doesn't really know what he's signing himself up for. Or how much it'll cost.

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [8/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1073 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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writing meme: send me a sentence and I’ll write you five more

words: 2768

kurohina  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 

oihina  1 | 2 | 3 

miyusawa 1 | 2 

miyumei

iwahina  1 | 2 

tsukihina

akahina

iwaoihina 

under your skin

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 630 summary: White dress shirt hanging open, chest swelling with ragged breaths, skin flushed underneath the touch of burning hot hands... Kazuya leaned his head back against the wall.

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [9/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1192 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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J U L Y

The Matchmaker

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 73700 summary: It's hard to be alone and happy, so when an opportunity presents itself in the form of his cousin's best friend, Shouyou says fuck it and goes along with it, except... he doesn't really know what he's signing himself up for. Or how much it'll cost.

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [10/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1450 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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writing meme: send me a sentence and I’ll write you five more

fandom: haikyuu!! words: 760

kurohina 1 | 2

oikuro 1 | 2

A U G U S T

writing meme: send me a song lyric that reminds you of me and I’ll write you a small fic

fandom: haikyuu!! words: 1311

iwaoi

oihina 1 | 2 

kurohina 

made just for me

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 594 summary: Miyuki’s hand was made just to hold Sawamura’s.  

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just kiss your beast, dude

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: iwaoi, side kurohina words: 2797 summary: Oikawa gets turned into a bear and only a True Love’s kiss can bring him back to his human form. 

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The Matchmaker

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: kurohina words: 73700 summary: It's hard to be alone and happy, so when an opportunity presents itself in the form of his cousin's best friend, Shouyou says fuck it and goes along with it, except... he doesn't really know what he's signing himself up for. Or how much it'll cost.

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minutes spent with you

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 668 summary: After two years of living together in the dorms, being apart is not something they enjoy.  

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red heels

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 2270 summary: Miyuki has a high heel fetish.  

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [11/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1235 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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S E P T E M B E R

that simple kind of love you can’t deny [12/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1126 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [13/15] 

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 2265 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen. 

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oh ye of so little faith[*]

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 32713 summary: Kazuya is only eight years old when he is cursed. His touch bruises skin, breaks bones, and even kills. For his and everyone else's good he is locked away in the Lonely Tower by the word of his father, the king, and Kazuya spends his days suffering in solitude. Until one day, ten years later, a knight bursts through his door.

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [14/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1096 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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good boy

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 3161 summary: "I'm here to suck your dick."

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that simple kind of love you can’t deny [15/15]

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: oihina words: 1314 summary: Hinata transfers to Seijou and things happen.

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put your hand on the glass (I’ll pull you through)[*]

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 6978 summary: 

His. Eijun was his. His soulmate.

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O C T O B E R

high on loving you: 30 days writing challenge

fandoms: ace of diamond, haikyuu!!, prince of tennis, kuroko no basket words: 12058 

bokuaka

oihina  1 | 2 | 3 | 4

iwahina

kurohina  1 | 2 | 3

tsukihina  1 | 2 | 3

miyusawa  1 | 2 | 3

sugahina

kousawa

meisawa 

aohina

iwaoi

matsuhana 1 | 2

alpha pair

shirasemi

super rookies pair

sanasawa

ushihina

aokaga

bokuhina

chrisawa

this night ain’t for the holy men

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 4071 summary: Eijun confessed. Miyuki accepted. Halloween, it seems, is good for romance too.

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N O V E M B E R

writing meme

fandom: ace of diamond words: 2680

kurohina  1 | 2 | 3 | 4

tsukihina

miyusawa

D E C E M B E R

rare and sweet as cherry wine

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 1124 summary: Miyuki’s lips are irresistible. 

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carry on, darling, we were built to last[*]

fandom: yuri on ice pairing: victuri, otayuri, jj/seung-gil words: 16135

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life and love   tumblr | ao3

seduce me   tumblr | ao3

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your peacock   tumblr | ao3

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golden   tumblr | ao3

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let me love the lonely out of you

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 1082 summary: Chilly winter walks are a perfect opportunity for a little bit of honestly.

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kiss me under the light of a thousand stars[*]

fandom: ace of diamond pairing: miyusawa words: 1531 summary: Eijun loves Christmas. Especially, Christmas with Kazuya.  

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[penxandxpaper-blog]

Meeting Hisoka

The shower is ice-cold, sending shivers down my spin. But despite my skin turning pale and the numbed extremities of my limbes, I'm seething. I just lost my first fight since I reached the 200th floor of the Heavens Arena. 

It was my third match. After two easy victories, I was expecting a little more challenge. Well, I got my share !  The moment I set foot on the arena, the very moment I laid my eyes on my opponent, I knew I wasn't dealing with anything I had previously encounter. 

Hisoka had done nothing but stand under the spotlight, yet everything about him set off alarm bells in my mind. I gritted my teeth while I was stepping forward. To have a chance of winning against him, I should have fought to kill. As if he could follow my thoughts, Hisoka smiled with contempt. 

That was all it took to upset me. 

"You show up this time, I observed, referring to his two defeats by forfeit. - Why wouldn't I ? This fight might be of some entertainment", he purred in response.

Everything that happened after that is a kind of blur. I couldn't hear the squawks of the fight commentator, nor the exclamations of the crowd. My world was narrowed to the arena, to Hisoka and his Nen, to attack and parry and survival. At first, Hisoka was just playing, testing my reactivity. The injuries he inflicted on me were not even critical. It didn't take long before I realized I will ineluctably lose against him. At that point, I wasn't thinking straight anymore. I was no more aware that my defeat would mean death. I could hardly feel the pain, barely feel the fear. My fists and legs were trembling with excitation. Every nerve, every cell of my body aimed to one goal. A decision I had made before the first drop of my blood hit the ground : if I could not win this fight, at least I will get my own victory.  

Hit him ! Roared a voice in my head. Three points.  Just hold on until you score three points !  It doesn't matter if you lose. As long as you can hit him three times, it'll be enough.

I raise my hand at eye level. Blood and water run down my harm, hot and cold. I kicked Hisoka in the stomach so hard I split my knuckles. Now the pain is pulsing under my grazed skin. The punch left a mark at the moment, but I'm sure he has already recovered by now. I don't even remember how I managed to hit him.

I do know I materialized one of my fire tigers at some point. When Hisoka saw him, huge and wild and shining with bright red flames, his smile swiched from condescending to predatory. Bloodlust begun to emanate from him, a deadly glow lighted up in his eyes. 

That's when everything melted into rush of adrenaline, racing heart and blood spurting. More of mine than his. Hence the cold shower. His goddamned cards cut deep ! My wounds are still bleeding. I'm going to need stitches. 

And yet...

I'm alive. 

Hisoka killed his five previous opponents, and spared me. He just knocked me out. 

I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I'm still shaking, but I'm perfectly calm now. No sens of relief come over me. Instead I'm overwhelmed with profound satisfaction. Truth is : I loved fighting Hisoka. It's been a long time since I felt so alive. He made me face my limits, he showed me the gulf between us and reminded me what it was like to struggle for my life. 

I suddenly freeze, wrapped in my towel, as a detail strike me. Just before I collapsed, Hisoka said something. But I was already half in the darkness, so I could only see his lips move behind the Aces of Spades he held between his two finger, and I didn't understood what he was saying. 

I shrug. It seems like him and I are gonna stay at the Heavens Arena for a while. I'll have the opportunity to ask him if I cross path with him. I doubt it was of any importance, though. 

                                                            - - -

Two weeks have past. I haven't register to any fight yet. I went to the reception many times, but I had always return to my room without filling in the registration form. Since my encounter with Hisoka, I couldn't help but raise the bar. Easy wins were already annoying before, now they dishearten me. So I have decided to wait for powerfull competitors to sign up. This is why I came here after all. Not for money, nor for fame, but to improve my skills. And nothing motivate more than challenges. 

I get up at crack of dawn to check the registered list, but the level for the next day isn't any better. Since I have time to kill, I settle for going for a look around town. Streets are still quiet in the greyness of the early morning. Bakeries are just opening, releasing puffs of hot air that smell of freashly baked breads. I enter a pub that serve twenty-four hours a day. Some customers of the night before are slumped on the tables, sleeping of  the alcohol. Other early birds like me sip their thea and coffee. I take a place in a cornice and order a fruit juice with some toasts. Now all I have to do is wait. People will wake-up, they are going to start chattering, rumors will spread, and if anyone knows anything about a future talented competitor, I'll know it too.

Three glassful and a hard boiled egg later, all I have learned is that two interesting kids have arrived at the tower. Some even say they'll reach the 200th floor in no time. One of them is already known to gumblers, as he gained the 199th floor a few years ago.

Somewhat disappointed, I have just decide to leave and head back for the tower, intending to do some practice, when a sudden presence make me stop dead in my tracks. I sit right back on my chair, so tense I can almost feel my hair rising.  As Hisoka appears on the doorstep, I remain perfectly still and vigilant. Any idea of asking him what he was saying the other day vanished from my mind when I noticed his frustrated look. Now is not a good time to talk to that guy. His murderous urges are so dense it fill the air like a lid. I feel like any move I could make would put me in mortal danger. 

I could have get out of here without him noticing. Problem is, my Ren automatically activate itself in response to Hisoka's aura. His eyes fall on my like those of an eagle. 

"Well, if it isn't the tiger girl. - Gum guy," I retort as a greeting.

He takes the opposite chair without asking. I let him and return to the state of Ten, knowing that the large pool of aura around me would have been perceived as a dare. Hisoka doesn't seem to calm down not yet but at least his murder desires are not specifically focused on me.

"Healed already ? He wonders. I didn't take your for the Enhancement type. - I'm not. I'm a Conjurer. - I'm pretty sure I did some severe damages back then, he hums. Care to explain, then ? - If you tell me what's up with the I'll-end-you-all aura, I answer. - Deal", he smirks. 

In order to illustrate my explanations, I conjure a tiger. Smaller than the red one, with a gentle muzzle.

"Green ? Hisoka notes. - Each of my tiger is imbued with a special ability and a condition. The green one can heal any wounds, as long as I have enough stamina left to conjure him, but he has no offensive capacity. - How many of them do you have ? - It's your turn to answer."

Hisoka narrows his eyes in annoyance, but the density of his deadly aura remains steady.

" I haven't killed anyone since my fifth match. It's been too long", he declares bluntly.

There is a groan in his voice, almost like he is in pain. 

"Then why didn't you killed me when you could ? I ask. - Uh, uh. Your turn", he reprimands me like a child.

I sigh and dispel the green tiger.

"Five, I grumble in exasperation. Why didn't you kill me ?

- I have decided to keep you within reach.  In case I'd need another fight to kill time. - Kill time until wha... ? Dammit !" I exlaimed face to the reminder he addresses me through his glance. "Ask your question. - What is your most restricting Condition?"

I have understood the true meaning of his words as soon as he speaks them. He is actually suggesting that a more restrictive Condition would increase the strentgh of my ability. Which I'm aware of.

"I'm not telling you. Ask me something else."

The waitress chooses this moment to approach us.

"What can I..."

She stops mid sentence, cut off by Hisoka's swift and precise motion. I react just as fast and intercept a few hinches from her face the card he just throws.

"Seriously", I mutter as the waitress moves away in shock, forgetting about our orders.

Hisoka takes back the card from me and simply continues the discussion as if nothing happened.

"Another question, then, he says with a fake thoughtful look. How many tigers do you have ?"

Slightly perplexed, I raise my eyebrows.

"I already told you. - No, you lied, he retorts nonchalantly.

I stiffen. My nails bite into the soft skin of my palms. When I finally speak again, I work my mouth as if the words were bitter.

" There is a sixth one, but I'll never use him again."

Hisoka tilt his head, eyes dilating a bit with interest.

"Oooh ? - So it wasn't a lie. I use five tigers. No more. " I said curtly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go. - Didn't you have something to ask me ? Hisoka reminds me archly as I stand up. - Forget it. I'm not that interested. - Sit", he demands in a commanding tone.

I don't pay any attention to his sudden shift in attitude.

"I'm done with this interrogation" I simply retort, my voice flat but firm.

Before I could make one single step, Hisoka's hand shoots up and grips my wrist.

"Well, I'm not. - Tss !"

I wrench my arm away from his hold, but his Bungee Gum is now fixed on me. As I raise my arm, it tugs my sleeve and reveals the bracelet previously hidden under the cloth.  Hisoka freezes in place. His murderous aura suddenly vanishes as pure chock stiffen his features.

"Where did you get that ? He asks in a blank voice.

Oddly enough, I feel far more threaten by this lifeless glare. Maybe because Hisoka always demonstrates unwavering personal-control until that very moment. Now... it's as if he just loses his temper. And it's terrifying. 

"It was my mother's", I say, tensed all over.

Realization settles like a flash in his eyes, then he slowly closes them, dispelling his Nen. Dumbfounded by his reaction, I frown, then grumble a "later", before turning away. 

Thoughts race through my mind but none of them focuse on competitors anymore. There is something about Hisoka. Something I can't quite pinpoint. It isn't the fact that he beat me, nor that he spared me, not even that he is so much stronger than me. I can't ignore it no longer. As dangerous as it might be, I need to know. I fled today, but I swear to myself : at the next opportunity, I will face it.