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celestial-fucking-weeb · 5 years ago

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Anonymity be Damned

Hi, everyone! This is my first ever fic, and it’s a part of the Citrus Server collab! I’m so excited about it, and I know it’s super self indulgent, but I worked really hard on it and I hope you like it. Please give me feedback and tell me what you like and what I can improve on; also, please be nice to me, I’m a baby.

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Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, AGED UP (mid twenties), fluff, brief angst, insecurities, smut, body worship, chubby kink, marking (hickies), Papi kink

Pairing: Sero Hanta x chubby!female reader

Taglist: @reinawritesbnha

Prompt: "Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow partygoers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits started to flow.

The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist.

So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…"

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Of course, not thinking twice about accepting came back to bite you as soon as the realization set in that you would, in fact, have to go. Suddenly hyper-aware of your need to buy a dress, and knowing how little you enjoy shopping, you call your best girls for the job. A quick text to the groupchat had Mina and Yaomomo screaming with excitement that you were actually asking to go shopping. Jirou and Ochako sharing your apprehension, and Hagakure and Froppy bowing out due to their schedules, but wishing you luck with sweet emojis.

Yaomomo chose the dress shop, under the enthusiastic offer that she’d pay to ensure everyone would receive something from her favorite designers. You knew this was a place only Yaomomo could frequent- beautiful gowns lined every wall, display mannequins donning the most gorgeous dresses, made of the best fabrics with jewels perfectly beaded in, none of which had price tags so as to not “ruin the material” as she had told all of you. Whisking you all into dressing rooms bigger than your entire apartment, the staff practically fawned over each of you, offering assistance, refreshments, recommendations, and- oh fuck- measurements. Nerves shot through your entire body and made you nauseous, ready to make a stupid excuse to leave before your insecurities were announced to your girlfriends. You’ve always been...bigger.

The word tasted bitter on your tongue. The consultant made barely a sound as she pulled out her tape, but you heard it. That little “hm” noise, indicating judgement, knowing that most of their stock isn’t going to fit you properly, what with your plump thighs, soft tummy, squishy arms, the rolls that seemed to stay no matter how many workouts you do..

“We don’t carry plus size gowns, but I’m sure I can find something for you.”

All is confirmed when she says those stupid fucking words with that Joker-esqe smile and that hint of disgust in her tone. ‘I shouldn’t be here, I never should’ve accepted that invitation, why did I even think this was a good idea, the whole thing is for beautiful skinny girls like your friends, this is all a mistake,’ you think to yourself, insecurities and anxiety flooding your brain. Mina’s voice snaps you out of your spiral.

“Excuse me, I don’t believe we asked for your personal opinion on her body. In fact, I believe we only asked for you to do your job, but if you can’t complete such a daunting task, I’m sure there are 20 other people who’d love to take your place.” she grinned, in a tone too perky for her threatening choice of words.

“Also, as I happen to frequent this shop, I know your entire inventory. As such, I know that you do, in fact, carry gowns for each of our sizes. If you can find one to fit my chest, I know you have a variety of gowns to fit my beautiful friend, y/n. I suggest you begin pulling them, as I’m sure you’ve gotten the measurements you need. Now.” This time it’s Yaomomo, handling the situation with dignitary-level finality, before gracefully walking to you with a comforting smile. Ochako wipes a tear you weren’t aware had fallen, attempting to comfort you with false empathy, saying how you two are “practically the same size”, but you know you’re not. It’s comforting nonetheless, having the support of your friend group. Jirou cracks self deprecating jokes to lighten the mood, complaining, “If I have to wear a frilly gown to this bullshit, so do you, y/n. You’re not getting out of this that easy,” and you absolutely know she means it.

With your spirit slightly renewed and the consultants carrying in a multitude of dresses, you all end up having a blast laughing about how the pink ballgown does not fit Jirou’s aesthetic and the skintight green satin number Ochako tried on would quite literally have Deku passed out on the floor. You giggled with Yaomomo about how certain dresses looked risqué and nearly pornographic on your respective figures. Mina whined about how each dress didn’t have enough glitter, her complaints falling on deaf ears. Over the course of two and a half hours, each of the girls had secured a dress. Mina, in a teal mermaid-style dress with enough sparkle woven into the tulle to blind. Jirou, in a simple deep purple velvet gown that gracefully fell off her shoulders. Ochako, deciding, after much peer pressure, to opt for the green satin to make Deku drool. Yaomomo, in a red gown with beautiful beading, and a deep V neckline. You, on the other hand, were struggling to find something that doesn’t have you hyperfixating on one aspect of your body or another, limiting your breathing and movement so as to not further sink into the mean thoughts swirling around inside your head. The girls have gone into full support staff-mode, bringing you dresses of every cut known to man, offering more champagne to dull the anxieties, Yaomomo even offering to make you a custom dress with her quirk. Jirou sheepishly comes into the room, head down, hoping no one brings attention to the fact that she just sifted through dresses for a good 15 minutes and didn’t hate it, before nudging your soft side. You turn to her, defeated, and ready to give up, when you realize what she’s holding. She’s picked a dress for you, even though she hates shopping anywhere that isn’t blaring music through the speakers and dimly lit. You smile sweetly at her shy offering, reaching out to take it before she pulls back.

“No, I have an idea… I know it’s easy to look at your insecurities before the dress is all the way on, and I think you should let us help you into it with your eyes closed… Then, when you turn around to the mirror, you can see all the beautiful parts, like we do!” She looks down at the floor as she mutters the words, as though she’s embarrassed to be so soft and sweet.

“THAT’S A GREAT IDEA, JIROU! OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU HAVE TO LET US DRESS YOU, IT’LL BE JUST LIKE CINDERELLA WITH THE BIRDS AND THE MICE, COME ONNN…” Mina bounces up and down, grabbing your hands and pleading, knowing you never say no when she gives you such excited eyes.

“Uh… fine… Yeah, I guess it couldn’t hurt. It’s not like I have anything to lose.” You shyly whisper, looking away.

If it were anyone else, you’d never want them to see you getting dressed, soft tummy and extra squish uncovered, leaving you vulnerable to their judgement. But these are your best friends, you’d known them for years. They’d held your hair on your 21st birthday, and cuddled into bed with you when you were crying over unrequited love. They’ve had your back, they’d never make fun of you, and Jirou chose this dress all special for you, you couldn’t say no. With that, you turned around and closed your eyes, arms out and waiting for them to help you into whatever Jirou had deemed right for you.

“Okay, y/n, almost done, just have to zip this last part up and… DONE!” Mina and Yaomomo stepped back from their positions holding the sides and pulling the zipper, respectively. Finally admiring the you in the dress, there was a moment of absolute silence. You started shifting uncomfortably, wondering just how horrible you looked if they didn’t even have words to describe it. Ochako was the first to break the quiet and a teary-sounding “You’re so beautiful, y/n.”, followed by Mina’s signature squeals of excitement. Yaomomo clasped her hands together and began ranting about “how gorgeous you looked” and “how perfect the dress was” and “how she didn’t even know they had this one yet”. Jirou, sensing your anxious shifting, finally told you to open your eyes and turn around with a hand on your shoulder, the satisfied smirk on her face audible in her now assured voice.

“Oh… wow…” was all you could manage to say, eyes wide as you saw yourself in the full length mirror. This was, in all honesty, the first time you felt beautiful in years. The dress did nothing to hide your body- no- it somehow managed to accentuate every single curve in the most beautiful way possible. The gown was black, made from silk and taffeta, with some built in structure, and oh so soft. Simultaneously comfortable, secure, and elegant, the strapless gown mimicked a one shoulder, right side jutting up in an asymmetrical style and the left dipping just low enough to show your cleavage before cascading down your curves, hugging each roll of your body gently, showing off your figure and flowing down to the floor with a slit up your thigh, only visible when you walked and showing the ample flesh of your hip and thigh. God, it was perfect. You felt strong and classy and sexy and beautiful. Turning to Jirou, you pull her into your chest and hug her, thanking her a thousand times for finding it.

“Whoa, hey, okay… I’m glad you like it, you look absolutely beautiful. But- um- hey, can you let go? I’m suffocating in titties here.” Jirou laughed, genuinely struggling to breathe in your embrace.

“Oh shit, sorry, Jirou! I’m just so happy, I love it so much! I kinda forgot you can’t breathe when I do that…” You chuckle nervously, releasing her from your embrace.

“Yay! Okay, now that everyone has a dress, let’s go purchase them and get some food. I’m starving!” Yaomomo pitches the idea, and everyone agrees, excited to hurry out of the shop for a meal.

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The day had finally come, and your nerves felt fried. The other girls all had dates; Momo and Jirou deciding to go together, Ochako with Deku, even Mina was going with Kaminari. But here you were, riding in the car service alone, makeup absolutely flawless, complete with falsies and red lipstick that was the perfect shade to stand out against your skin. Such a shame no one was going to be benefiting from your efforts tonight, although the thought that your longtime crush, Sero Hanta, would be in attendance was enough to urge you to adjust your carefully placed mask, ensuring your anonymity and polishing your confidence. Sero had been in your friend group since high school, and was the first person you truly warmed up to upon your acceptance into the group. You quickly became the “shy little sister” to the loud ones in the group: Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina. Jirou and Sero were more your speed; quieter, more laid back and chill, with great senses of humor that not everyone was privy to. With Jirou as your designated best friend, Sero was proclaimed the unrequited love interest. You friendzoned yourself almost immediately, assuming Sero wouldn’t go for a girl like you, not when he was tall, dark, handsome, and muscular. A budding pro hero wouldn’t want you, not with your shy insecurities and soft body…

Little did you know, Sero had been pining after you since the beginning, flirting with you subtly in hopes that you’d express your interest. Eyes wandering down your curves during movie nights, taking in your too-small shorts and how your oversized shirt would raise just enough to see your little tummy pouch, wishing his face was buried between your plump thighs, praying he would be able to leave hickeys on every delicious roll, pleading he could see those cute chubby cheeks covered with tears while your plush lips wrapped around his cock… No- he couldn’t think of you like that. After all, you never returned his flirting, and there’s no way you’d like him when you could crush on manlier guys like Kirishima and Bakugou. ‘He was just a “dollar store Spiderman”, as Bakugou liked to call him, just a guy… Nothing special…’ he thought to himself as he adjusted his own mask in the bathroom mirror at the gala. His friends had all confirmed that you were coming, and that you were coming alone (said by Kaminari while wiggling his eyebrows). Every other person in the group had a date, including Bakugou and Kirishima, who had to practically drag the former to the event in the first place. He was the only one “stagging it”, aside from you, who would no doubt attract attention and end up going home with some flashy hero higher ranked than he was. He sighed, adjusting his tux jacket and cufflinks, and exited into the main ballroom to get a drink.

You walked into the venue, checked in, and stood frozen outside the ballroom entrance. You adjusted your mask, steeled your nerves, and squared your shoulders, reminding yourself how absolutely gorgeous you looked and donning your best “bad bitch” aura. You strut into the place like you own it, suddenly very aware of how many people there are, scanning for familiar faces as you sway your luscious hips to maintain your balance in your heels.

“Holy fuck... “ Sero utters, jaw slack and eyes locked on you. You’re so perfect, breasts bouncing with every step, thighs and tummy jiggling, soft smile gracing your face. He’s staring, and Kaminari has to elbow him to wipe the drool from the side of his mouth before you get there. You’re equally as enchanted, seeing Sero in his black fitted tuxedo, crushed velvet lapels, tapered pants making his quads look positively biteable, crisp white shirt tailored over his pecs, black bowtie (slightly crooked, very fitting of his personality) and mask obscuring his face, leaving him as nothing more than a handsome stranger. A yellow pocket square catches your attention, reminding you of your favorite hero in his costume. You smirk to yourself, knowing you chose yellow gold heels specifically because they reminded you of him.

“See something you like, Sero-buddy? You’re staring so hard, you’d think she was God.” Kaminari punches Sero in the ribs, trying to break the spell. “Maybe you should talk to her, finally get over your crush on y/n by getting under someone else.” he winks, completely unaware that he’s talking about you in both respects.

“Uh… I don’t know, man. I think I’ll give it a minute, maybe grab another drink and enjoy the party for a while. I’m not trying to start hitting on some random chick just yet, though hot she may be.” Sero laughs, rubbing the back of his neck like he always does when he’s nervous. He diverts his eyes down to his drink, downs the rest of the liquid, then focuses back on you. You wait at the bar for your drink of choice, aware of that beautiful stranger still staring and leaning against the counter just enough to push your ass out. You hear him nearly choke on his drink, and move around the party satisfied with yourself.

A few drinks later, you find yourself on the dance floor, watching from the edge and lightly swaying to the music. A masked man with shaggy black hair, who you can only assume to be pro hero Grand, given his mask barely covered a fourth of his face probably only worn to fit the theme, approached you for a dance, hand extended and bowing at the waist.

“A lady as beautiful as yourself shouldn’t be a wallflower. Care to dance?” he asks, voice low and alluring, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes.

“I might…” you smile shyly, taking his hand and letting him lead you.

Once out on the dance floor, he pulls you into his chest with a hand on your lower back. It’s nice to be wanted, to dance so close to a man who finds you beautiful, especially one as chiseled as Grand. ‘Wait- is he…? Are you fucking kidding?’ Your fight or flight response kicks in as soon as you feel his hand drift lower and lower onto your ass. You pull away, ready to ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but before you can get a word out, he puts a hand over your jaw, fingers tightly snapping your mouth closed. Unable to speak and too shocked to move, you feel helpless as he whispers in your ear.

“God, I love fat girls. Your self esteem is so low, I can do whatever I want and you’ll fall for it. So stupid, so fun.” His laugh is so dark, and you start to panic before a large, strong hand reaches between the two of you and wraps around Grand’s throat, yanking him back and off of you.

“Listen, this is a classy place, so I’ll give you a choice. Either you apologize to this absolutely gorgeous woman and get the fuck out of here, or I beat you to a bloody pulp right here and ruin both your suit and your face.” The handsome stranger who had originally caught your eye growls, voice so low and intimidating you didn’t doubt for a second he meant every word. ‘His voice sounds so familiar, but I can’t quite place it. He’s so angry, and he’s speaking so low, I can’t figure out where I’ve heard that before.’ Thankful for his saving assistance, and trying to calm yourself from hyperventilating, you watch Grand’s retreating form before turning to the man who is quite literally your Prince Charming of the evening.

Voice still low and angry, “Listen, I need you to distract me. Calm me down so I don’t turn around and kill that guy.” he seethes. “You are stunning, absolutely gorgeous. He was so wrong. He’s an asshole, absolutely vile, and he never should’ve even had the nerve to approach you, much less touch you. God fucking damn it, I should-”

You cut him off by pulling him close, placing your hands on his chest and letting them roam up to fix his still crooked bowtie.

“Thank you…” you whisper, tearing up as you put your head on his chest. His cologne is so calming, his scent enveloping you as his arms instinctively wrap around you and his hand finds the back of your head, holding you to his chest.

The two of you slow dance in silence, his head resting on top of yours, the scent of your shampoo and hairspray comforting him and taking him to a dream where he was dancing with the y/n he knew, feeling your soft body pressed against him, imagining how you’d look in the dress on the girl he was actually dancing with. ‘Oh fuck, y/n would look so fucking perfect in this. Her curves- fuck, this dress is soft- I would absolutely love to run my hands along her body in this dress, press her up against me like this, fuck her thighs- wait… SHIT-FUCK-NO’ Snapped out of his thoughts by the increasing tightness of his tux pants, he prays to god the sexy girl pressed against him doesn’t notice.

You notice something nudging against your thigh, breaking you out of your daydreams about the mystery man being Sero Hanta, opening your eyes before you realize exactly what you’re feeling. ‘Oh… OH. Holy fuck, did I make him hard just dancing? He- uh- feels… big… Maybe if I just-’ you subtly shift your hips, thigh brushing up against him and slotting between his legs just enough. A deep groan rises from his chest, and he leans down to your ear.

“Babygirl, if you keep doing what I think you’re doing, I’m going to have to return the favor~” His voice sounds so familiar, but the lust clouding the low rumble has it taking on an entirely new timbre. You lean in, feeling emboldened by his words, swiping your tongue along the shell of his ear with a simple “Oh really?~ And what if that’s the goal?”

With that, he crooks his finger under your chin and presses his lips to yours. What starts as a sweet and simple kiss quickly evolves into a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless. His fingers gently resting on your neck, just above your collarbone, and tongue swiping at your bottom lip. You sigh into him, granting him access and letting his tongue explore your mouth, relishing in his deep rumbles and pressing impossibly closer, hoping he’d get the message and take you somewhere more private. Luckily, it seems he seems to read your body language and leads you to a side hallway by pressing his hand on the small of your back, possessively guiding you. Pushing you up against the wall, he leans back in to resume kissing you, with an arm steadying himself above your head. In a simply embarrassing display of clumsiness, your hand reaching for his cheek goes slightly off course, accidentally knocking off his mask and causing you to fumble to the floor to retrieve it. Upon looking up, you see Sero standing with a flushed face and his hand reaching up to the back of his neck, the endearing nervous tic you’d learned from him over the years. Oh God, if your heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it sure as fuck was now… The man you had yearned after for years not only swooping in to save you from some low-life creep, but also having you in a kabedon against the wall of the fanciest place you’ve ever been in. He laughs, nervous now without his anonymity, and reaches down to help you up.

“I- uh- sorry, I might’ve gotten carried away. I hope you’re okay, I know I’m probably not the hero you wanted. I really do think you’re beautiful, you actually remind me of someone I know and- wow- I’m rambling…” He goes on like this, panicking that he’s somehow ruined your fantasy and disappointed you by existing. He only shuts up when you stand back upright and kiss him softly.

“You’re exactly the hero I want… The hero I’ve always wanted.” You blush, staring up at him with the most loving doe eyes you can manage.

‘Wait… Her voice… Is that- ?’ Sero came to quite possibly the best and utterly terrifying realization; that the girl he’d been lusting after all night and the girl he’d been wanting for years could be the same girl. He hesitantly brought a hand to your face, lightly grazing your mask as though asking for permission. You nod, never breaking your gaze on his concentrated expression, and parted your lips. He gingerly lifts the mask from your features, damning your anonymity, and each of you hold your breath in anticipation. The way he looks at you is like something out of a movie, or one of those shōjo manga you love to obsess over: pure relief, adoration, lust, love. Oh, you want him to look at you like that forever.

“Y/n, I-... You have no idea how happy I am that it’s you. I have been wanting to kiss you for years, and to finally do it, and with you looking… Wow- you are so fucking stunning, I have never seen anything as beautiful in my life. Fuck, I just- I wish I could tell you how perfect you are, express in words how flawless I’ve always thought you were- still do… “ Sero breathed all of this as though he had to get every word out before you disappeared. He held your face in both hands, lightly squishing your cheeks and stroking his thumb over your lips, taking in your hopelessly enthralled expression. “You know what? Fuck this. No- I mean- not ‘fuck this’, I just… I want to do this right. I want you, I need you. I want to express how important you are, I need to show you that you’re everything to me. I want to worship you, kiss every inch of your body and make you feel so incredibly complete and full and whole and appreciated. Do you understand?”

“Hanta… I- Yes. Yes. Please take me home, I need you. I want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You lean into his touch, wanting to be ever closer to his warmth.

You yelp as he suddenly picks you up, bridal style, as though you don’t even provide a struggle.

“HANTA, you can’t be carrying me, I weigh more than you, no no no, I’m too heavy, you can’t-”

“Y/n. I’m a pro hero, are you seriously telling me I can’t carry you? I can carry 3 people at once while hanging from a strip of tape in midair. I’ll hold you up forever if you’d let me.” He squeezes you in his hold, emphasizing his point.

His cocky attitude was majorly driven by how good you felt, soft tummy and jiggling tits against his torso, the perfect squish of your thighs in his powerful arms, chubby hands and cheeks tucked into his chest and the crook of his neck. He swore he could die happy right there. In the elevator, he took a moment to take in your entire figure, but upon reaching your feet, something turned him absolutely feral. Your shoes. You were wearing his colors. Every single piece of clothing matched his hero costume. ‘Holy shit… You knew. You wanted him before this even happened. You were his.’ The possessive growl that tore from his chest startled you as he adjusted you in his hold. He had your legs wrapped around his waist, hands unapologetically on the ample crux of your thighs and ass, lips on yours in a desperate kiss that was all tongue and teeth, grinding his hard cock against you. You whimpered against his lips, shocked by his sudden change of demeanor.

“Fuck, you’re wearing my colors, aren’t you? You want me to claim you? You want to be mine? I’ll give you anything you want, babygirl. I just need you to ask for it.~” He growled against your neck, nose tracing the column of your throat.

“Hanta, please, yes- ah~. I want to be yours. I only want to be yours. I need you. Please, please, please.” Normally, you’d be way too shy to beg this much, embarrassed about how desperate you sound, but fuck he’s making you so needy. The gasp that escapes you when Sero licks a stripe up your neck turns into a moan when he starts sucking a hickey over your pulsepoint. He feels so good, the heat between your thighs steadily building with every nip of his teeth and roll of his hips. You thread your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and pull gently, earning a groan and a buck of his hips. He works his way up to your jaw, leaving pretty little marks in his wake, and returns to your lips like a safe haven. He strokes your tongue with his own, committing your taste to memory. He never wants to forget this moment, especially not when you lightly suck his tongue and pull him in further with those perfect fucking thighs. You’re so soft, being wrapped in your plushness with his fingers digging into the pliable flesh of your ass is too much. Sero’s sinful thoughts are interrupted by your fucked-out voice, so small and innocent, as though you’re afraid of his answer.

“Um… Can I- can I touch you? I mean- I- can I mark you, too?” You sound so unsure, not used to someone wanting to show you off. You’re so breathless, and he’d be lying if the pleading in your voice didn’t make his dick twitch in his pants.

“Awwww~ is my babygirl shy now? You want to mark me, too? Go ahead, mi amor, sí se puede. I’m all yours, just like you’re mine.” Sero cranes his head to the side, baring his neck to you, waiting for you to bless him with those full lips, waiting for you to make a show of him finally having the most perfect girl he’s ever known.

If he could’ve taken a picture of your face in that moment, he’d look at it every day. Squishy cheeks blushing, eyes wide with surprise and excitement, gaze clouded with lust. You were so pretty, he couldn’t wait to ruin you. Sero moaned as you sucked a small dark mark onto his skin and happily carried you from the elevator to his room. You tighten your arms around him when he reaches for his key card, involuntarily pushing your chest together and pressing up into him.

“Oh, mi corazón, if you keep pressing into me like that, voy a tener que lamer cada parte de ti y puede que no te deje ir…” His threats sound more like promises when he’s carrying you through the threshold and placing you down gently, though his hands never leave your body. Tracing your sides, memorizing your curves, squeezing any part he can get his hands on. His right hand inches down your torso, resting on the pouch of your tummy and making you flinch. Sero notices and worries he’s hurt you, or that you don’t want him to touch you. The hurt in his eyes is obvious when he takes in your tense muscles and eyes squeezed shut, realizing it’s your own insecurities holding you back. He wishes you could see how beautiful you are, see yourself through his eyes. He was going to make you feel so fucking loved, he just had to show you what he couldn’t express in words. You stripped him of his jacket as he unknotted his tie. With nervous hands, you unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it past his broad shoulders, fingers trailing down his sculpted chest and lean abs, admiring the enticing adonis belt and pretty trail of coarse black hair disappearing into his pants. Sero, with his ego now boosted by the lustful look in your eyes as you took him in, returned your gaze to his face with an intensity that made you shiver. He kept eye contact while sweeping your hair to one side, and slowly unzipping your gown. Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans down to place open mouthed kisses along your shoulders as he pushes your dress down your body, kissing down your arms as it falls, and places a sweet kiss to your hands. Pushing you onto the bed with a soft thud and climbing over top of you, he moves the hands that raise to cover yourself , grasping your wrists in one hand and cupping your cheek with the other, as he softly reassures you.

“Princesa, please don’t hide from me. I’ve waited for you for so long, and I want to worship every inch of you. I’m going to make you cry out my name, and show you just how perfect you are while you cum on my tongue. You will not say a single bad thing about mi amor, you understand?” he says lowly, so loving yet commanding.

“Yes, Hanta… I- I’ll be good for you, I promise.” you whine, praying your submission would please him.

The sound of his given name in that pleading tone has him painfully hard, but he’s too focused on hearing his name from your sweet lips again to care. You pull him down into a passionate kiss and roll your hips against his clothed cock when he laves down your neck and leaves love bites across your chest. He sucks your nipple into his warm mouth and rolls the other between his forefinger and thumb, earning a high pitched keen from you. He switches to give the same attention to the other side, tongue swirling around the peaked bud and relishing the way your chest heaves just from his mouth on your tits. ‘So needy… Fuck, how did I ever wait this long to see y/n like this and hear her sounds?’ Sero thinks to himself, so ready to watch your eyes roll back in your skull the minute you feel his cock fill you. The thought of you bouncing on his dick, watching you jiggle with his thrusts, letting him grip the fat on your hips and help you fuck yourself on him, feeling your lovely thighs straddle him, has him impatiently rutting into the mattress. He needs to taste you, leave marks all over your delicious tummy and thighs, and feel you coming undone beneath him. His large hands slide down your sides, rubbing back up under your breasts, gripping the extra flesh over your ribcage, the soft love handles on your sides, caressing the perfect pouch of your belly and settling on your hips. His mouth follows the path of his hands, kissing and licking every place you had deemed undesirable like they were the sexiest pieces of you, leaving dark hickeys on the front of your hips to remind you that all of these parts were now his to love.

“Lo siento, babygirl, pero no puedo esperar más, necesito mi lengua en ese bonita coño jodidamente ahora. Estas necesitan estar en el suelo ahora.” If his panting growl of Spanish didn’t already have your pussy gushing, his strong fingers ripping your panties and hoes off your body had you dripping onto the bed. Your shocked squeak turning into a moan when he parted your legs and nipped at the soft skin of your inner thigh, Sero is beyond delighted by feeling your beautiful thighs squishing against his face. If he could choose his end, it would undoubtedly be suffocating between this plush heaven. He snaked his arms under your parted thighs to hold your hips, squeezing and marveling at the feeling of your warm body protruding between his spread fingers, trying to fit as much of you in his grasp as he could and never getting enough. You’re just about to plead for him to touch you where you need him most when you lock eyes and hear the teasing lilt in his voice when he groans “Itadakimasu~” and flattens his tongue, licking a long, slow stripe up your slit.

“So wet for me, princesa, is this all for me? You’re so thoughtful to give me a meal so sweet.”

“Hantaaa, please. I want you, please don’t tease me, please touch me. I need- ah~”

Your begging is interrupted by his tongue diving into your sex, lapping at your slick like a man starved. The moans coming from the man between your thighs were sinful; in this moment, Sero Hanta was no longer the friend you’d watched superhero movies with and silently crushed on for years- he was a man, a lover, all you’d ever wanted. Wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking the sensitive pearl into his mouth, he pulled one hand from your hip and slowly slipped two long fingers into your sopping heat. The callused pads from years of hero training now rubbing perfectly against your walls have you crying out for him and grasping his hair, begging him to go faster. He suddenly props himself up, bringing his palm up to grind against your clit and slowing his thrusts, wanting to hear you beg for him and watch your desperate facial expression.

“What is it you want, babygirl? C’mon, you’re going to have to use that pretty little mouth of yours. Tell me what you want, baby, use your words. I wanna hear you beg for me.” That normally dopey smile was replaced with a lewd smirk, hungry and covered in your juices.

“H-Hanta, please please please. I need you, need your mouth. Please I wanna cum, please let me cum, I want you to fuck me! Please please pleaseeeee~” Hips bucking forward, sweat lightly covering your skin, hair splayed out, body covered in his marks, begging for him… Shit, he’d give you anything you asked for. Oh, he’ll give you what you need- don’t you worry.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. I’ll make this pretty pussy cum. Hold onto me and just relax, princess.”

His lips returned to your clit, flicking his tongue and sucking lightly, and increased his pace. He curled his fingers just right, finding the spongy underside of your clit and he chuckles darkly to himself when your back arches, head falling back onto the pillows.

“There it is~, there we go, babygirl. Cum for me, just like this. I’ve got you, let go, cum on my fingers.”

It doesn’t take long after his mouth goes back to nursing on your clit and his fingers continuously hitting your g-spot for the coil in your belly to finally snap. You climax hard, eyes screwed shut and screaming out his name as his tongue works you through your high. Once you’ve come down, you open your eyes and see Sero sucking his fingers clean of your release and unbuckling his belt with the other hand. You sit up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue, and unbuttoning his pants. He grows impatient with your pace, shoving his pants and tight boxers down at once. ‘Fuck, his dick is pretty’ you think to yourself, marveling at the masterpiece before you. He’s long, maybe 8.5-9 inches, thick enough to stretch your walls so deliciously but not too thick to fit in your mouth, prominent vein running along the underside and leading from the neat crop of black hair to the leaking tip, begging for your tongue. You start to rise to your knees before being pushed back into the duvet, looking up at him in confusion.

“No, no, mi amor. As much as I want to see your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, that’s gonna have to wait. I want to be inside you, I need to fuck you until all you can think about is me and how fucking beautiful I think you are.” His eyes are so sincere. He looks down at you with the most loving stare you’ve ever felt, so calm and safe in his presence. You’re lulled into submission, every doubtful argument you had died on your tongue, and a soft moan escaped your lips. He leans over you, bracing himself on an elbow with his hand on your jaw to keep your eyes fixated on him. The other hand wraps around the base of his cock and teases the head along your slit, pressing on your clit just enough to have you squirming, trying to impale yourself.

“So needy for me, so wet. You’re so perfect, babygirl, I wouldn’t want to go too fast now. I want to savor every inch, feel you stretch around me while I watch those e/c eyes roll back in pleasure.” He holds back from thrusting into you when you whine in response, breathing heavy and struggling to get him inside. “Damn, baby, if you’re that desperate, why don’t you tell me exactly what you want? Beg for my cock, mi amor.”

“PLEASE, I need you inside me, please! I need your cock. Please fuck me, Papi~” You gasp out in succession, trying out the name you had once heard Kaminari teasing him about. It was a desperate attempt to get him to move, one your fucked-out brain decided was your best shot at getting him feral. And holy shit were you right. Sero fills you in an instant, hard length thrust to the hilt in your tight hole, causing you to cry out, eyes rolling back just as he promised.

“FUCK!” He’s losing restraint, driven mad by the filthy name coming from your angelic lips. The squeezing and fluttering of your walls is the only thing grounding him to Earth as he smirks down at you, baring his teeth while his other hand comes to wrap around your throat and apply light pressure to the sides. “Oh you know what you’re doing, don’t you? You have no idea how many times I imagined you calling me like that with these soft thighs wrapped around me; trust me, it’s nothing close to how sexy the real thing is. If you want to play dirty, princesa, don’t blame me when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

He backed up his statement with a few deep strokes that had your mouth falling open and eyes unfocusing, still unable to look away from the man about to wreck you. In a weak attempt to ground yourself, you reach up and place your hands on his back to feel the flexing of his muscles as he gave you slow, deep thrusts. Running your hands along his shoulders had your pussy clenching, and the groan pulled from his chest accompanying a harsh increase in his pace had your nails clawing at the corded muscles, causing him to put more force into fucking you into the mattress. A cycle of reactions, spurring the other on to continue and escalate.

“You feel so good, babygirl. S-So tight, you feel like you’re fucking made for me. I love you so much. I love everything about you. God, I fucking love your body- I love your curves, I love your legs wrapped around me, I love your sexy fucking thighs, I love your cute tummy- love how you feel pressed against me, I love running my fingers up your arms and kissing back down, I love gripping your hips when I hold you, I love watching you jiggle when you walk and bounce when I fuck you like this. You’re so fucking beautiful, so perfect for me.” Sero babbles out praises like he’ll die if he doesn’t get them out. You’re a blushing mess, knowing these words are completely true, tumbling out of his mouth unconsciously as he thinks them. “I love that expression, angel. Still so shy at my praises, even though I can feel you trying to milk my cock at every word. Such a good girl for me. Why don’t you tell me who makes this pretty pussy feel so good, huh? Say it, angel.”

“Hantaaa~ you feel so good. Please don’t stop!! I’m so close, please. I wanna cum, I wanna cum on your cock, please Papiiii~. You make me feel so good. I love you, I love you, I’m all yours. Please, I’m yours-ah~, I wanna be yours. I need you, I love you so much. Only you could make me feel like this-fuck- it’s only you. Please make me cum, Papi~” Your moans and pleas are getting louder and louder, chasing your impending climax. Every emotion flowing out of you, combined with the wonderful overstimulation, had tears rolling down your pudgy cheeks. You hadn’t yet realized you were crying when Sero leaned down to kiss and lick away the salty streams.

“Okay, princesa, I’ll give you what you need. How can I say no when you're being so good for me? Such a beautiful mess, all for me. So perfect. My good girl~” His right hand smoothes down your torso and settles between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Come on, babygirl. Papi’s got you, I’ll take good care of you. Cum for Papi. Cum on my cock.”

Your final orgasm has your back arched off the bed, eyes crossed, tongue lolling out, screaming out a string of “Hanta”, “Papi”, and “I love you”. Sero keeps his pace steady, fucking you through your climax and trying to prolong it as long as he can. The feeling of your doughy pussy clamping down around his cock like a vice, the gloriously wrecked ahegao face, and the sound of your cries as you creamed on his dick had him right on the edge of his own high. He started to pull out, not wanting to cross any boundaries, when he felt your legs pull him in even further. He looks back to your face; hazy, loving eyes drawing him in with that innocent look.

“Please cum inside me Papi, I want it! I’m yours, I want you. I want you to fill me up.” The permission to claim his longtime love and the aftershocks of your orgasm having you still pulsing around him finally push him over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting in a feeble attempt to muffle his moans of your name as his hips stuttered, thick ropes of cum warming your insides and painting your walls white. You feel so full and so content. Staying inside you, Sero rolls the two of you over to lay on his back, still holding your sweaty bodies together as he kisses your forehead and strokes your hair, telling you how good you did, how happy he was, how proud he was of you.

No one has ever made you feel so good, so wanted. Normally, your post-sex thoughts are plagued with insecurities, but instead all yoou can think about is Sero and how perfect this was. How beautiful he made you feel… and how you didn’t want it to end.

“H-Hey… Um… Sero?” you timidly get his attention.

“Y/n, I’m gonna need you to start calling me Hanta if we’re gonna be together. It’s a little weird to call your boyfriend by their family name, isn’t it?… Unless you wanna call me Papi, of course~” He says, his normal goofy grin and teasing tone returned.

“Wait… You- you really want to be with me? You don’t want me to keep it a secret? I will if you tell me to… I don’t want to embarrass you, I know I’m not exactly the ‘trophy wife’ the other heroes go for… I just really like you- um- actually, I’ve been in love with you for years now, and I just got really excited that you wanted me and-” Your nervous muttering is cut off with his lips softly pressed against yours, his hand moving to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Mi amor, I’ve been in love with you for just as long. You are my trophy, the greatest part of me. Every single thing I said is true, and I’ve thought those things for our entire friendship. If you think for a second that I won’t be walking around shirtless, showing off all of these marks to Kirishima and Kaminari, you don’t know me at all.” He winks at you and brings your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss there. “Princesa, babygirl, mi corazón… Nunca te dejaré, yo nunca te dejaré salir, yo prometo. I am yours, and you are mine.”

“I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you, too, y/n.”

You fall asleep on his chest to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat and steady breathing. Upon waking up, you assume you had just dreamed the entire affair, chalking it up to your vivid imagination and drinks at the ball. That is, until you realize you’re trapped in a tangle of limbs with Hanta, leg hiked over his body and arms encompassing each other. You try to shift slightly to see his sleeping face, but he stirs and rolls over on top of you with a groan. The jolt of his muscles jerking awake told you he also thought he had dreamed the entire thing, believing that the prospect of your mutual pining actually coming to fruition was too good to be true.

“Good morning, angel. I’m so glad you’re real… And that you’re all mine.” Sero softly sighs, voice rough from sleep, nuzzling his face into your chest and squeezing your soft midsection to hold you closer.

“Good morning, love. I’m so so happy, but there’s one thing…” You say, trying to hold back your giggles.

“What is it, baby? Is something wrong? What did I do?” Sero starts thinking of every possible scenario as you soothe his thoughts with a cheeky smile.

“I- um… I think I need you to carry me to the shower, you weren’t lying when you said I wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning.” Both of you erupt in a fit of laughter. He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the shower, so content in finally having his girl.

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A/N: WHEW okay… I’m actually really proud of this, and I hope you guys like it. The Latin Sero headcanon hits me so hard and I just absolutely simp for this sweet tape boy. Huge thank you to @reinawritesbnha for inspiring me to write this matchup, @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten for encouraging me and giving me the courage to post, and my dear, sweet Sage for reading it to make sure I don’t embarrass myself and inspiring me to write in the first place. <3

#sero x reader #sero hanta #hanta sero #sero hanta smut #bnha #mha #mha sero

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elecx86 · 4 years ago

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Vines and Mushrooms part 1

I know I should work on my other AUs (mainly the one for No Face) but take this

Tw: mention of vore (barely mentioned), panic attack's, dehumanization

word count: 2099

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It had been a normal day; George woke up ate breakfast and headed to the village market to get some more food and supplies. Everything was going fine he chatted with some of the merchants having a few laughs but other than that everything seemed fine.

There was suddenly a huge boom and the sound of trees snapping like twigs. George dropped the basket that had his goods in it. He knew only one thing that could make a noise like that, a giant. he snapped his head up to see the giant, it had smashed a few buildings clearly having the intention to destroy the village. the giant had a green hoodie on, and black fingerless gloves, with a white smiling mask covering its face.

“Run!” George heard multiple people yell, however, he was frozen he stared at the Giant as it destroyed buildings and used vines to keep the guards away from itself. George froze as the giant white mask turned to him. He couldn’t breathe the Giant took a step in his direction he was screaming inside to run but his legs betrayed him. He collapsed to the ground in a ball hoping the giant wouldn’t hurt him. A shadow overtook him, he peeked through his hands seeing a giant gloved hand coming to grab him, he quickly closed his eyes again covering his face with his arms. This was it; this was how he would die, at the hands of a giant that didn’t care about his little life. He felt fingers wrap around his body he was cupped in the giant’s hand. He let out a small whimper as the warm flesh and fabric wrapped around him. He slowly opened his eyes looking at the Giant mask in front of him, wondering why he wasn’t dead yet. He opened his mouth wanting to speak but no words came out. An arrow then whizzed through the air clinking against the giant’s mask. The giant looked down at the person who had shot the arrow before George could blink an arm made of vines came out of the giant’s back slammed down on the ground. His blood went cold as the vines were covered in blood; he knew he was next. Just a stain on the giant’s fist. The giant looked back at him, it’s going to kill me or eat me, or- before George could think any more on what the giant would do, he was cupped to the giant’s chest. He could hear the whoosh of lungs and the beating heart and, fuck, the growling of its stomach. He could feel the giant run, he hoped away from the village. He hoped that the giant would at least not hurt anyone else.

Dream had initially come to the village to destroy it and maybe get a snack or two. He was in the process of smashing a few buildings when he saw a person who wasn’t running, he assumed out of fear. He started walking toward them as soon as he got close, they collapsed curling into a ball. This made him smile knowing how scared this one was. They’re just making my job easy. He picked them up with a slightly rough grip having them in the palm of his hand, pulling them up, so they were eye level. That’s when he noticed the red and white cap on the little mushroom person, he frowned knowing he wouldn’t be able to eat this one. He then felt a small tick on his mask, quickly looking down to see a person with a bow he used one of his vine arms to smash them to a pulp. He looked back to the little person in his hand who was cowering and shaking. Dream rolled his eyes through a small part of him felt bad. he looked to the edge of the village; he saw an army of mushroom people in the distance. Even with his size and magic advantage, he knew he wouldn’t win. He cupped the small person to his chest and started running back to his cave. He put a wall of vines between him and the army, Taking the long route so they wouldn’t be able to find his home.

George panicked the longer the giant ran, he knew the giant was taking him back to its layer. The giant then slowed to a walking pace making George’s heart raced, he didn’t know what it would do to him.

Dream walked quickly into the cave seeing Sapnap on the couch playing with his fire magic, seemingly bored. As Dream walked in a smile spread across Sapnap’s face.

“Oh good, your back. Was starting to think that they got you.” Sapnap said as he walked over to Dream. Dream didn’t respond he looked down at the little person in his hand before looking back at Sapnap. The fire user raised a brow at Dream’s lack of a witty response, he then noticed Dream had his hand cupped to his chest.

“Whatcha got there?” Dream sighed as he cupped his hand holding the person out to Sapnap. Sapnap let out a laugh making the little person whimper.

“y-you brought one home. A poisonous on at that!” Sapnap continued to laugh. Dream glared at him through his mask, as he noticed the little person who was now crying.

George shivered in fear as he stared at the other giant, who was laughing now, making his body shake. he began to feel tears stream down his face. They’re going to kill me or keep me as a pet, he couldn’t think straight only feel terror fill his chest. He peaked out. From between his fingers seeing the masked giant staring at him, he was then pulled close to its face as it lifted the mask off its face. He had green eyes with freckles coving its face, it looked like the giant had sympathy toward him. George felt like the giant was tricking him like he was appearing kind just to hurt him. George then spoke up.

“p-please don’t kill me” was all he could say, he knew anything else could get him killed faster, he was lucky he was even still alive. The giant smiled at him and the other stopped laughing.

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already” the giant had a malevolent look in its eyes despite the smile. George felt his blood go cold as he saw the giant’s teeth, it had fangs, longer than his arm. Those teeth could crush him an instant. He couldn’t stop staring at the giant’s teeth, it seemed to notice as it frowned. Making George look up at its eyes.

Dream frowned at the little person, as they stared at his teeth, they quickly looked back to his face. Sapnap walked back over recovering from his laughing fit.

“So, Dream why’d you bring this one back? You know we can’t eat it right?” Dream felt the little person go rigid in his hand.

“y-you were going to eat me?” the little person said in the shakiest voice.

“well yeah, we usually d-“ Dream glared at Sapnap, he quickly closed his mouth now noticing how scared the little person was. Sapnap then smiled.

“Oh, does Dream want to keep this one? Is he going soft?” Sapnap said in a mocking tone. If looks could kill Sapnap would be dead. Sapnap took a step back at the look Dream gave him but also because of the vines that were ready to lash at him.

“Okay man, god, you don’t have to get so aggressive about it if you want to keep them then do, I’m not stopping you.” Sapnap walked further into the cave out of sight. Dream lets the vines fall to the floor relaxing.

George calmed down a bit as the fiery Giant disappeared. He looked to the other giant- Dream, he still had a bit of fear at the thought of being kept as a pet.

“y-you’re not going to put me in a cage, are you?” Dream chuckled making George shiver.

“No, as long as you don’t try and escape, if you do, I might change my mind” Dream smiled at him with malicious intent behind it. George had to swallow the lump in his throat, feeling terror as Dream cupped him to his chest again and walked further into the cave to what George assumed was Dreams room.

Dream walked into his room closing the door behind him. He looked down at the person in his hand, he knew if they were going to stay here, they would need a bed. He walked over to his desk, setting them down. They stood still seemingly too scared to try and run. He took his mask off, setting it on the desk. He then sat down before getting out a small old box, and some sheep wool, he then got some old fabric. he used one of his vine arms to cut the fabric to size, he started doing a rather bad sewing job. He grumbled curses under his breath, as he poked himself with the needle multiple times.

“d-do you need help?” he looked to the little person, who was visibly shaking. He sighed knowing that they probably knew more about sewing than he did.

“yeah,” he set it on the desk letting the person, walk over to it. They kept a close eye on Dream flinching every time Dream so much as twitched. They grabbed the fabric and undid the sewing Dream had done before threading the needle that was bigger than his arm. The little guy somehow was doing a great job at sewing despite the huge needle. After a while of silence, Dream spoke up.

“so, uh, what’s your name?” the little person looked up from his work and hesitantly answered.

“George.” He then went back to sewing. Dream smiled feeling a bit better now that he knew the person’s name.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you George” George huffed.

“Well, if I’m honest. It’s not so nice to meet you.” Dream Frowned making George shiver he seemed to immediately regret his word, as he seemed to backpedal from his statement.

“I-I mean it was just scary is all! Your just, you know, a giant. It’s scary…” George trailed off. Dream looked away he knew he had scared them, but he didn’t know he scared them that much. Dream used his thumb to rub George’s back he felt him go stiff at his touch, He quickly pulled his hand away.

“Sorry that I scared you so much, I didn’t mean to” Dream rubbed the back of his neck.

“it’s okay.” That was all George said, as he continued to sew. Dream then got up from his desk making George shiver.

“I’m gonna go check on Sapnap you’re free to keep making the bed.” George just nodded in response. Dream then walked out of the room.

George knew he could use this to try and get out, but there was no way to get off the desk, and he knew he would get caught. So, he just continued to make the bed trying to ignore the sinking feeling of dread that settled in his stomach.

After a few minutes, Dream came back, looking a little pissed. George knew he shouldn’t ask but his curiosity got the better of him.

“w-what happened?”

“nothing” Dream said pissed off. George chose to drop the topic and finished sewing the bed.

“Oh, you’re done” George nodded holding up the mattress as best he could. Dream took it out of his hands and set it in the mattress in the small box it fit perfectly. Dream then cut another piece of fabric George assumed to be a blanket. Dream set it over the mattress, smiling at George.

Dream gestured for George to get in the bed, George hesitantly obeyed. Dream carefully picked up the bed and setting it on his nightstand. George hid under the blanket and peeked out looking at Dream. Dream smiled at him, seeming to be calming down.

“So, do you wanna go to bed?” Dream said, George nodded. Dream got in his bed turning the lantern off. George stayed up until he heard light snoring coming from Dream. Before trying to go to sleep himself. It took a long time because he didn’t fully trust Dream, maybe he’s just pretending to be kind so it will hurt more when he kills me. he tried his best to distract himself, after a while falling asleep just from stress and fear.

#dream smp #dream smp g/t #mcyt g/t #mcyt #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #mushrooms #vines #giant tiny #g/t #panic attack #dehumanisation tw #panic attack tw #fanfic #dream smp fanfiction

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bethchapelsbonnet · 4 years ago

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Hournite + 46 👁👄👁

"Your skin is so soft."

The weather had not been kind to her body. Her skin and her hair were suffering. Nobody seemed to notice, but SHE noticed and had to be diligent.

She never looked like her mom and that troubled her sometimes. The beautiful doctor. Sure, she knew she was beautiful too, but she had always looked at her mother's chiseled face and sharp features and thought, "That's it. That's the pinnacle of beauty. Queens are molding in this image. Kings bow at the feet of such beauty." Never a blemish on her, and her health was peak goals.

Beth, on the other hand, could barely keep up with her classmates when running in a straight line in gym class. And even though she had a healthy skin regimen… sometimes it just wouldn't work. Sometimes, she just had dry skin. Sometimes pimples would appear. Sometimes, her scalp would itch uncontrollably, and most of the time, this was when the weather was acting up.

Darn you, Eclipso!

It wasn't just about feeling pretty either, but feeling healthy. Skin health was extremely important, despite how many people overlooked it, and she cared much more about living in quality skin than she did being as beautiful as her mother. (But, she cared about both).

She had to cut back on exfoliating and change her hot showers to lukewarm… she basically had to go into "winter mode" this summer. Which lowkey also made her feel like she was getting a dosage of seasonal depression.

One thing that would definitely cheer her up was a milkshake. They were meeting at Yolanda's job to do some research and as much as Beth loved research, all she could think about were the milkshakes. She'd had them from that place before and they were delicious.

Whenever they all met, Courtney was talking with them while Beth ordered her milkshake, "Chocolate milkshake, no whipped cream,"

"Oooh… when was the last time I had a milkshake?" Rick wondered.

"Do you want one?" Yolanda asked, looking at him as she wrote down Beth's and Courtney continued speaking.

"Yeah, but make mine strawberry." Beth giggled a little bit. "What? That's the best kind. If Dante can eat strawberry sundaes, I can have a milkshake!" By that time, Courtney and Yolanda were having a different conversation than Beth and Rick.

"Dante… from the Divine Comedy?" Beth asked, confused.

"Lame. No. Devil May Cry… though the Divine Comedy has some pretty sick artwork images…"

"Focus!" Courtney said, like she hadn't just been having an entire conversation without them.

By the time it was just she and Rick at the table, she just wanted to enjoy her milkshake and think about anything but work. "So, what kinda dog did you get?"

"A big one."

… You know what? She didn't care. She smiled and offered her glass to him for cheers and indulged in the deliciousness that was this milkshake. She had been waiting on it all day. Rick watched with a certain amount of interest as she seemed to be having a much more deep experience with hers than he was having with his own. There were moans and whimpers and whispered utterances of "So, so good…"

She got to the bottom and only had the whipped cream left. She slid the glass across the table and Rick smiled, "I feel like I just witnessed something super private."

"Hey. I really needed that, Rick," she said, covering her face with both hands thinking about how she must've sounded.

"I believe you," he chuckled. "Didn't even let me get the whipped cream first."

She peeked at him through her fingers, "Worried about my germs?" He laughed and answered that by sucking up her whipped cream, through the straw she'd used. She smiled shyly, but let her hands fall back to her lap.

"What was with the whipped cream, though? I've definitely seen you eat it before?"

"Oh, the stuff that Eclipso has been doing with the weather has me tuning my skincare routine so I don't wind up looking like some unmoisturized troll. Cutting back on dairy a little bit to help with this flurry of acne, but I needed the milkshake, so I decided… limits."

"Your skin is so soft." Rick mused, staring at her face. She smiled and it was like sunshine. There was no visible lack of moisture from where he was sitting. He never noticed any flaw in her skin at all, in fact it was something he thought about frequently, because most of the teenagers surrounding them DID have breakouts and a pimple or two here and there. He'd even seen a few on Courtney and Yolanda in the past (though he'd NEVER mention it), but Beth? Not a chance. And he definitely paid a lot of attention to her face.

"I mean.. I'm no skin expert. Mine is often in shambles, but yours is always perfect.. It's one of your more noticeable physical traits, I think. Excellent skin." He twiddled with his thumbs and she looked like she was in awe of the commentary before she replaced the wander with a warm smile. "Good! That means my plan is working."

#prompts #hournite prompts #Nesha prompts #hournite #stargirl cw #stargirl fanfiction #beth chapel #rick tyler #Your Skin is So Soft #Milkshake Date

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 4 years ago

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part 12

ink was getting nervous. Error was coming by at night, and since every other vampire was sleeping, he couldn’t do anything but wait in his garden-

Something wasn’t quite normal with error. He looked pretty anxious, wary even-

Ink sighed. Life was so empty- not even death could fix that

He discovered that over time, most vampires could get used to the sunlight after being exposed to it very lightly. He also noticed that vampires couldn’t be murdered unless they were shot or stabbed in the soul

He not only wasn’t affected by the sunlight in the first place, but he had no soul to begin with-

Death wasn’t an option.

Boredom was the only thing that was “killing” him

Ever since he could remember, life was always so boring

Empty

Without any goal to achieve or get going with

He clenched his fists

The only thing that was following him around and that let him stay alive was…

Guilt

For something he could never forgive himself for

Maybe he could fix it?

He didn’t want to think about it now-

He traveled inside his garden, wandering around his maze, then sat down near some bushes

He was an immortal being with barely no will to live, but he did have a passion to stay sane

And it ended up being art.

Painting, sewing, designing, sculpting-

Creating was a nice compensation for destroying everyone’s lives…

Now that he was thinking about it…

…….

Wait, who was that?!

Ink noticed a shadow fly away from his garden. ‘Right when he had some inspiration to draw’. He ran to them, but he realized they already left.

It was probably another vampire, but the vast majority preferred to go out at night since they won’t be so visible to the mortals. Though it was unusual for a one to fly off so fast and early in the morning. The sun was bright, and even he felt pretty nauseous staying on spot without anything to shield himself from the heat of it.

Even so, he stared at his surroundings, curious to see if the person left something, when he noticed a crispy letter on the grass.

Ink sighed, who could it beee?

He painfully leaned down to catch the letter, and opened it.

Right, it was him.

Just when he thought he’ll get to talk to him personally-

He sat down and read the long paragraph that decorated its paper.

…

“…oh-“

He got up and dusted off his clothes from the remaining dirt and leaves that stuck to him, then trailed off to his castle-

“Looks like the meeting is still ongoing”

******

His steps were heavy,

And he was getting weaker-

He collapsed on the ground

It was so painful to be alive

And he hated it

He HATED ink for what he did!

He-

He…

….

Well, the forest wasn’t a good place to fall unconscious in, so he painfully got himself up.

He could hate ink all he wanted, but the mortals were even worse

If only he could just KILL THEM ALL

ALL OF THEM

Ugh-

“…”

Huh

Crying?

Him?

Out of character, right?

He wiped away the tears that were slowly forming themselves in his sockets. He had to- he had to go and ask for help like the idiot that he is! He…he didn’t want him to-

…

Die? Who? What the flip was he even doing in that forest anyways?!

Oh yeah, heal himself

Obviously

He sat by a tree and painfully tightened the holes and scars with bandages after carefully removing the bullets and disinfecting the injuries with his magic. He really didn’t want to see him again,

But he didn’t have a choice anymore

********

*tap*

He sat on his sofa, slowly waiting for his guest’s arrival in front of his large window.

He closed his eyes patiently, then sighed calmly

“nice seeing you again, error”

His silhouette slowly appeared in front of him, threatening as always.

“…”

He looked away, a frown still in place.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to see me, but god can you be stubborn!” ink pouted. They knew each other for years, but one thing that didn’t change was the fact that error was never happy to see him

Nor to spend time with him

Actually, the times where he’ll be “happy” is when he almost “kills” him, or when he leaves-

Yeah, a nice “friendship”

“I swear if it wasn’t for an important reason I would’ve never stepped a toe in your hell of a castle!”

“but you still came here. And I’m sorry if I am worried about this reason that’s so important it actually made you sit here, and talk to me for once.”

Error flinched at his sarcastic tone, and he thought about giving a spiteful remark back, but he sat on the sofa in front of him, directly facing the window, choosing to ignore his off handed retorts to leave that place as soon as possible.

“… well-“ error tried to collect his words, obviously tired of what had happened to him this past weeks.

“there is a small town very far away from here who sent a…detective? Spy? Whatever, A trained mortal to hunt down the vampires while being hidden amongst the normal villagers, and he’s been very wary of YOU especially.”

“He had been giving some “ideas” to the mortals, and if he manages to convince them to overthrow your rules and influence, he’ll quickly discover your intentions and the hidden place of multiple thousands of vampire, causing the extinction of the race in a second. And while I flipping hate your guts and I despise you all so much, vampires and mortals alike, I can’t really be all that powerful and safe when the humans can win over me; the amount of vampires decreasing giving them “courage” to kill the remaining.”

He stated the last sentence with disgust. He didn’t give two cents about vampires, even less monsters or even humans, which he hates even more, but ink’s motives were vastly different

ink loved vampires, because he had to; Being the original vampire who first existed. He was the reason so many mortals turned into those people, feared by the pitiful society called the living. And just like that he and the other vampires that followed began growing stronger in number and power.

You could say that he didn’t have a choice- that it was in his nature; he’s a vampire! He can’t help but drink blood, in the case of monsters, magic-

But

Not only can vampires resist the urge to drink blood, by simply eating meat, but in ink’s case

He doesn’t even like drinking blood nor magic

He was more into literal ink

The only reason he drank blood in the first place was to get feelings

The first vampire didn’t have a chance to get a soul, so he discovered he could get feelings another way.

And he despised doing that

Because

Of how he discovered

That-

“INK!”

Ink looked at error, realizing he must’ve been daydreaming for too long

“…”

Ink got up, then undressed himself from his coat.

��Huh? What the he- what are you doing???”

“Well, suffice to say we’re going to catch that little comedian and eliminate him as soon as we can”

Error didn’t expect such bluntness from ink, but he couldn’t care less about that, more like, he was caught off guard by the “we”

“Hey, hey, hey- this is YOUR job, mister! It is not my business to attend”

Ink looked back at him, and gave him a warm smile

“Didn’t you say earlier it affected you if all the race disappeared? Wouldn’t you want to stop that from happening? I might add that you wouldn’t come here unless you really had to, so is it just for a message or did you need my help?”

He hated it when ink gets smart

But at the same time he was right

Though there was still another reason on top of it all, but he kept his mouth sealed

That bastard didn’t need to know

“…fine. What to do now”

Ink’s smirk became predatory

“What makes you think we’ll need to do anything?”

Error flinched

“What?”

Ink giggled-

“Well, it’s getting quite late don’t you think?”

Error looked back at the window, the moon shining bright in a cold, dark night

“Ink! I need answers!”

Ink paused his laughing, then smiled

“I’ll tell you more about it if you’ll be my guest.”

He bowed slightly, still keeping eye contact with the other

Error tensed- he didn’t know what to do now

“…is this a trap?”

Ink looked surprised at that statement, but quickly rectified

“Not at all!”

“Then what makes me believe that you’re not going to kill me in my sleep!”

Ink paused a second, kind of offended by the other’s skepticism when he just wanted to welcome him

Well, guess it can’t be helped

“I promise you that I will answer your questions tomorrow, It’s just that you might be exhausted from the constant travelling- the bruises and scars look like they just need a bit of attention, and you-“

He trailed off, citing multiple reasons why he needed a shelter from him, and error quickly cut him off

“Okay- okay- I get it”

It did make him feel a bit better though, considering ink takes his promises very seriously, so he might as well stay for a night

“Just ONE night”

He crossed his arms, and ink chuckled

“Sure, sure-“

He smiled

“Goodnight then, error”

*******

“well, how about we talk more about it in a more...private environment, yes?”

**********

ink belongs to @comyet/ @myebi

error belongs to @loverofpiggies

dark cream belongs to @zu-is-here

well, it took a while to update you guys, but i’m really happy about it!

error holds a huge grudge against ink- what is it? still haven’t finished that part yet guys ;D

also, the illustration is a spoiler for the next part focusing about ink, but as they say- it’s not a real spoiler if you have no context right ;)?

((remind me not to paint an illustration for a writing i haven’t updated in a while it just makes it worse))

also, the reason i haven’t drawn error once is because i can’t decide on a design he often hides his face with a very dark cape. i will give you guys a sheet with everyone’s faces (protagonists only) their mouths (the difference between their fangs) and their markings/eyelights

very exited to write more about ink though- it’s going to get interesting very soon ;)

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oriigami · 5 years ago

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we slept on the ocean last night

(My gift for @cozza for the @setsailexchange! Strawhat feel-good fluff, feat. nightmares, love, and platonic intimacy. Also on ao3 here!)

It starts like this: Luffy can’t sleep alone.

Zoro discovers this about six hours after they set out to sea from Shells Town, just the two of them in Luffy’s little dinghy and no destination to speak of. The sun has sunk past the horizon, and the water all around their tiny boat is pitch black, scattered with the shimmering reflections of stars.

Luffy yawns, stretching his jaw open wider than a human’s should rightly be able to go (and maybe the rubber thing still freaks Zoro out just a little bit, okay, he’s working on it) and then, without a word of warning, crawls over to where Zoro’s sitting and drops bonelessly into his lap, sprawling against his chest with his head pillowed over Zoro’s heart.

Zoro goes tense immediately, only barely resisting the instinct to shove him away immediately; in a boat this size, that would definitely send Luffy over the edge, and his new dumbshit captain can’t swim. “What. Are you doing.”

Luffy yawns again, and snuggles closer. “Mm. Sleepin’.”

“Okay,” Zoro says, with what he decides is a truly admirable degree of forced calm. “Why on me.”

“Comfy,” Luffy mumbles into his shirt. “‘nd warm.”

“Well, get off,” Zoro says, and then, when there’s absolutely no response, “Luffy? Hey-”

He looks down at Luffy’s face, already slack with sleep and dead to the world, and the rest of the sentence dissolves into a sigh. “...Nevermind.”

Because- see, Zoro’s not a touchy kind of person. It’s probably been more than a year since he was last hugged, and even that was just because Johnny tended to get kind of over-affectionate when he was drunk. Sometimes he shakes hands when handing over a captured pirate for the bounty, and that’s about it. And that’s fine.

Luffy’s whole weight is on top of him, warm and heavy and snoring softly against his chest, and Zoro’s pretty sure he can’t even remember the last time he was in this much contact with another person for this long. Luffy’s hair is unwashed and salt-encrusted, and it tickles his chin.

But. Well. It’s not bad. It’s definitely weird, and something about it makes Zoro feel oddly warm, but it’s not bad. So he just sighs again, and leans back to look up at the stars, and absently reaches up to rest an arm around Luffy’s shoulders.

He falls asleep a lot faster than usual, that night.

It goes like this: Nami has nightmares.

She’s good at hiding them. Her sobs are nearly silent, muffled into her pillow and rendered all but inaudible by the doors between her room and the boys’. But Usopp is nothing if not observant- and besides, he doesn’t sleep all that well either. When he closes his eyes he’ll see his mother’s face, too still and too pale with a cloth draped over her kind, sightless eyes. More recently, there have been fresher terrors filling up the inside of his head when he tries to sleep; chief among them Kaya, carved to pieces by Kuro’s claws.

The point is this- when Nami slips out of her room in the middle of the night, her breaths uneven and stuttery from crying, and pads almost soundlessly up to the deck on unsteady feet, Usopp is already awake. He lies still for a minute or two, worrying his lower lip and deliberating on whether to follow her. It’s obvious she’s trying to keep to herself. If it’s something secret, he doesn’t want to bother her. It’s not like he knows that much about her, or about any of them, really.

But at the same time- they’re crew now, right? Even if they’re only been sailing together for a few days. And crew look after each other. Usopp might not have much experience with being a pirate yet, but he has spent years crying into his pillow, so that makes him qualified to deal with this, maybe. He cautiously maneuvers his way out from under Luffy’s arm and tiptoes to the door, careful not to wake his other two crewmates up.

He finds her at the bow, sitting with her back against the railing and her head resting on her knees, shoulders shaking. She startles a little when he steps up onto the deck, jerking her head up and glaring over at him, but her shoulders slump again after a moment.

After another moment of indecision, he sits down next to her. He’s never been good at staying quiet- his mouth has a tendency to open up on its own whenever he’s nervous- but he manages it this time, and just sits there with his arm pressed against hers as she cries.

Once she’s worked herself down to what seems like relative calm again, he offers, “Do you, um. Wanna… talk about it?”

“No,” she says immediately, and then, quieter, “I… no. It’s fine. There’s nothing to talk about.”

It’s one of the most blatant lies he’s ever heard, and he’s been responsible for some real whoppers, but he’d be a hypocrite to point it out. Instead, he says, “Okay, um… do you wanna hear about the time a giant eagle carried me away to its nest, and I had to climb all the way down a tree that was so tall it touched the clouds?”

Nami chokes on a laugh, and it’s an ugly, wet sound, half a sob, but she leans her head against his shoulder, all the remaining tension running out of her body. “Y’know what? Sure. Tell me.”

Usopp’s just reached the part of the story where he finds a whole village of people living in the tree’s roots when he realizes she’s fallen asleep, and he trails off. The ends of her short orange hair poke at his skin, and her cheek is pillowed against his shoulder.

He guesses he’s not moving for the rest of the night, so he carefully wraps an arm around her narrow shoulders and lets his head tip against hers, and closes his eyes.

For once, he doesn’t have any nightmares.

It goes like this: Sanji doesn’t sleep.

“Oi, dumbass,” Zoro says, leaning against the kitchen doorframe and folding his arms across his chest. “Why are you still awake?”

It’s well into the dead silent hours of night, and even varying as bedtime tends to be on the Going Merry, everyone else is already long since asleep, aside from Usopp, on the lookout in the crow’s nest. It had been a long and tiring day, and most of them had hit the sack immediately after dinner- except for Sanji, who’s still mindlessly moving around the kitchen, like he’s killing time until daybreak.

It’s a measure of how exhausted Sanji must be that he barely even bristles at the insult, only blinks a little and glances over at Zoro. Even with his stupid bangs hiding his face, the sleeplessness is still plain to see in his visible eye. “Hm?” He blinks again, then says, “Oh. It’s you.”

“Why are you still awake?” Zoro asks again, because he still hasn’t got an answer.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Sanji says, and it’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth, either. “So I came up here to…” he trails off, makes a vague gesture at the pot bubbling on the stove. “It’s fine. I’m not even tired. I’m used to waking up early, for the breakfast crowd, so.”

There’s a lot of retorts hovering on Zoro’s tongue, but he bites them all back and just says, “Fuck that,” and reaches out and grabs Sanji by the wrist and drags him out of the kitchen without a backwards glance.

“Jackass, what are you- let go of me- what the fuck, I said I’m fine- at least let me turn off the stove-” (Zoro does grant that one. Wouldn’t do for the kitchen to burn down.)

He’s probably lucky Sanji is so out of it, he muses as he hauls the cook belowdecks to the sleeping quarters- if not, he probably would have taken at least one bone-shattering kick to the skull by now. But then again, if Sanji wasn’t dead on his feet (and wasn’t a fucking idiot), Zoro wouldn’t be having to do this in the first place. They’ve just entered the most dangerous sea in the world. They need to get their sleep when they can get it so they’ll be ready for trouble when it comes.

As usual, the shared bedroom is piled with pillows and slightly ragged blankets, transforming it into a comfortable little nest. Luffy is sleeping half-propped up against one of the walls, Nami napping with her head on his lap, and Sanji’s cursing goes quiet so as to not wake her up as soon as Zoro tows him inside, which Zoro is grateful for. It was starting to get kind of repetitive.

He drops Sanji down directly next to Luffy, half on top of him, and nods to himself when a rubber arm almost immediately tightens around the cook’s chest, gently but firmly trapping him in place, and the captain snuggles up against Sanji’s side in his sleep.

Sanji glares up at him and hisses, “I hate you,” or tries to, but he interrupts himself in the middle of the sentence with a yawn, which diminishes the impact considerably.

“Yeah, yeah.” Zoro rolls his eyes and then drops down on Sanji’s other side, letting his head flop onto Sanji’s shoulder and letting his eyes slide shut. “Just go to sleep.”

It goes like this: Robin doesn’t touch people.

It takes a couple days for Chopper to notice, because she does tickle his sides and ruffle his ears, but… she only ever does that with the false hands she creates with her devil fruit, the ones that dissolve into cherry blossoms that tickle his nose. She keeps her real hands close, only touches out of necessity, never when she doesn’t need to, and even then it’s always fleeting.

And she sleeps apart from everyone else, too.

Theoretically, Chopper knows, there’s a boys’ room and a girls’ room. In practice, though, there’s really one room for everybody, and another room where Robin sleeps and Nami changes and keeps her things.

(He asks Zoro, one of the first nights, why Nami often doesn’t sleep in the girls’ room, why the crew instead sleeps all piled up and tangled together when he hasn’t ever heard of humans doing that before. Zoro just shrugs in response. “It’s a comfort,” he says simply. “Won’t air out secrets that aren’t mine, but people don’t become pirates just for fun. Most of us have trouble sleeping.”)

Chopper finds Zoro is right. He likes sleeping together with the others. It’s just easier, when he’s got Luffy’s fingers tangled in his fur and Usopp’s head pillowed on his side, to stop the Doctor’s last words from echoing in his head.

(Luffy also declares him the second-best pillow on the crew, after only Zoro, which absolutely doesn’t make him happy at all.)

It happens just after Skypiea, when they’re all still just beginning to recover, sheltered in the sky while they heal from the battle against the mad god. Robin easily concedes when Chopper asks her to come to the sickbay so he can check for lasting damage from the lightning bolt, and lies down on the cot to let him check her ears, her eyes, her heartbeat.

He’s finished his checkup (no apparent lasting problems, miraculously) and is noting down her baselines in his notebook for future reference when he glances up and realizes she’s slipped into slumber, her eyes closed and her breaths slow. It’s not a surprise; they’re all exhausted.

But… maybe it’s because Chopper still doesn’t have that much real experience with humans, but he can’t help but think the way Robin is sleeping doesn’t look all that restful. She’s kind of curled up, her arms folded up against her chest, fingers digging into her forearms tight enough to bruise.

Zoro’s voice rings in his ears. It’s a comfort. People don’t become pirates just for fun.

He slips down from his stool and shifts into his full reindeer form, and carefully climbs up onto the narrow cot beside her, folding his legs up underneath him and letting his side press against her back. He can feel the miniscule trembles running through her body, tight with tension.

He rests his head on the pillow next to hers and closes his eyes, and slowly, slowly, she stills, relaxing into his side, her tremors calming little by little.

He thinks he hears her murmur something that might be, “Thank you, Doctor-san,” just before he drifts off to sleep, too.

It goes like this: It’s a comfort.

They’re all hurting after Enies Lobby, all aching and grieving and above all tired, a bone-deep weariness borne of running and fighting and crying and nearly dying over and over again. They can barely stay on their feet for the boat ride back to Water Seven. Robin can’t seem to stop smiling, even through the painful abrasions around her wrists and the tear tracks drying on her cheeks and the ache that digs down to her bones.

Iceberg gives them a whole suite of rooms to use in Galley-La’s temporary headquarters, all comfortable, all with their own big soft beds to sleep in. He means well, she’s certain, but he just doesn’t know how the Strawhat Pirates do things. But, then, there’s nobody else who does things quite like them.

Iceberg is barely out the door before Robin is folding her arms across her chest, ferrying mattresses and bedding and pillows and comforters into the main lounge, gathering them into a piled-up nest of comfort. The shared bedroom on the Going Merry had been outfitted much the same, she remembers, and the warmth of familiarity is the least she can offer them after all they’ve given her.

(Later, Franky will see this, and make a bed big enough to hold all of them, soft and comfortable and warm; but for now, they’re all safe and all alive, and so pillows on the floor are plenty.)

They don’t lie down so much as they all fall together at once in a tangle of limbs and pillows, now that the adrenaline has long since faded away, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. Robin finds herself with her head on Nami’s chest and one of Luffy’s arms slung across her shoulders, and Chopper cuddled against her stomach.

It shouldn’t be as easy as it is to melt into the embrace, to let go of the constant vigilant caution that’s kept her alive for so long, but she trusts these people, like she’s never trusted anyone in her life. She was ready to die for them, and they responded by telling her to live for them instead, and remembering that fills her heart with such soft fondness it nearly hurts.

But they’re not quite all together. Not yet.

She shifts to cross her arms again, careful not to disturb any of the crewmates already fast asleep around and on top of her, and lets an arm blossom from a doorframe in the hall outside to catch Usopp by the collar before he can slip away. She hears his yelp of surprise from just outside the door, quickly muffled, and smiles to herself.

A moment later, he peers inside, hiding behind the mostly-closed door. She meets his eyes and smiles with all the gratitude she can’t begin to put into words, and nods towards an unused mattress and pillow at her side. He hesitates for a moment, clearly uncertain, caught between anxiety and hope, so she takes his hand in a succession of hers and tugs him over. He stumbles, but doesn’t resist, and she can see the exhaustion in him when he practically topples over onto the mattress.

Within minutes, he’s asleep too, face buried in the pillow, snoring softly, one warm hand still clasped in Robin’s. She knows he still has things to work out with Luffy, with the rest of the crew, and there’ll be time for that later. Right now, though, they’re alive, and she’s free, and it’s time to rest.

She falls asleep smiling for the first time in years.

It goes like this: Luffy can’t sleep alone.

So Rusukaina is… it’s hard. He’s not alone, Rayleigh’s there, and sometimes Hancock and the others visit and let him hug them as long as he wants, and that’s nice, but it’s not the same, not really. He misses his crew, misses Zoro’s solid warmth and the fluffy cushion of Usopp’s hair and the fleecy softness of Chopper’s fur and Robin’s low, rhythmic breathing.

(He’s never slept better than when he was seven, piled together with Ace and Sabo and some ratty stolen blankets on the rough-hewn floor of their treehouse, with the crickets singing outside and the stars shining bright through the window.)

(But now there’s no Ace and Sabo, not ever again, and no crew to keep him warm and chase away the nightmares in their absence, and so he doesn’t sleep well.)

He fights through it, because that’s what he always does, what he’s always done- press through. He has to get stronger for the people he has left.

Going back to the Sunny is nothing less than going home.

When night comes, they’re deep underwater, en route to Fishman Island, the sunlit waters of the surface long since gone. Past the railings of the Sunny, the world is nearly pitch black, lit only by the occasional bioluminescent creature wriggling past.

Luffy couldn’t care less, because right here and right now, the Sunny is the world, and nothing past their bubble of light and warmth and safety matters at all. He grins, and throws his arms out to drag his whole crew together into a messy pile in the middle of the deck- Sanji swears and Chopper shrieks and so does Nami, but not one of them tries to dodge- before flopping into the midst of the chaos himself.

He winds up sprawled half on Brook and half on Sanji, who complains but doesn’t kick him off, his head on Robin’s thigh and his arms tangled through all of them, holding on tight to every member of his crew, the most important treasures in the world, the touch promising him they’re there, really there.

He’s not letting go of any of them, not again, not ever.

He’s reaching the crown with all of them or not at all.

Someone runs a hand through his hair, and it feels nice. Someone says, “Get some sleep, captain. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

He knows they will be.

#opfic #my writing #one piece #opfanfic #luffy #roronoa zoro #sanji #nami #usopp #nico robin #chopper #strawhat pirates

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leossmoonn · 4 years ago

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mind games [part nine]

masterlist | part eight | part ten

zuko x fem!reader fluff, angst smau (it has the social media elements, but not as much as the last series)

avatar: the last airbender

summary - being zuko’s best friend is the easiest thing in the world. until he gets a girlfriend and you realize you’re in love with him

warnings / includes (this counts for any/all chapters) - fighting, suggestive, language, crying, alcohol, cheating, talk about injuries, making out, alluding to sex, talks about sex. you are sokka and katara’s older sister. you, mai, and zuko are seniors in college, sokka and suki are juniors, katara, aang, and toph are sophomores.

————

“hi, what can i get for you today?” you smiled.

“i’d like a sticky bun and green tea, please,” your customer, who was a middle-aged woman, ordered.

you wrote down on your notepad, reaching down to grab her menu. “alright, coming right up.”

you walked back to behind the counter, getting out a sticky bun from the display case and warming up some water. as you waited, the doors to the JD opened. a familiar smell wafted through the restaurant and you couldn’t help but turn you head. a smile coming onto your face as you saw jet standing in the entrance, carrying a bouquet of flowers.

“jet! what’re you doing here?” you asked, pouring hot water into a cup and placing tea leaves.

“a boyfriend can’t come and surprise his girlfriend with flowers at her job?” jet grinned, holding the flowers out to you.

“i gotta get this order out, then i’ll be with you, okay?” you said. you picked up the cup and plate, but katara snatched them out of your hand.

“i got this, y/n. you go say hi to your boyfriend,” she grinned, taking over the food.

you chuckled and went over to jet. “let’s go and sit down.”

he followed you to a corner booth, sitting very close to you once you got settled.

“so, what brings you here today?” you asked.

“today is our 3 month anniversary, so i just wanted to surprise you,” jet explained.

your eyes widened, “oh, god… is today our 3 months?”

jet furrowed his brows. “yeah… i-”

you started to laugh, cutting him off. he frowned, more confusion written on his face.

“what-why are you laughing?” he asked. you smirked, putting your hand on his.

“because your face was priceless!” you giggled. “oh, so you didn’t forget?” he asked.

you shook your head and leaned into him. “of course not. i would never forget, baby.”

“oh, good. i mean, it would be fine if you did, i know you’re busy,” jet shrugged.

“i’m never too busy for you,” you grinned, closing the gap between you two.

you kissed him with desire and passion, your hand dropping down from his hand to his thigh. he smiled into the kiss, snaking his hand on your hip, gripping you through your apron and jeans.

“mmm, we have to stop,” you breathed out as you pulled away.

“we’ll do more tonight,” jet grinned. “ooh, what’s the plan?” you asked.

“i am taking you out,” he said. “wow, what a man,” you poked his arm teasingly.

“you know me. i like to treat you,” he winked.

“mhm, and you do it well,” you giggled, leaning in to give him another kiss.

“y/n, you have to get back to work,” zuko’s voice sounded in front of you.

you pulled away immediately, your face going red.

“sorry,” you chuckled. “when shall i get ready?” you turned back to jet.

“whenever your shift is done. i’ll be picking you up at 6,” he answered.

“sounds good. thank you so much for the flowers and the visit. i can’t wait to see you tonight,” you smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“you, too,” he smiled, getting up out of the seat. “nice seeing you, zuko,” jet said as he walked past.

“yeah, you, too,” zuko nodded, still looking at you.

you stood up, adjusting your clothes and grabbing the bouquet.

“what’s got your undies in a twist?” you asked zuko. “nothing,” he shrugged.

“oh, c’mon, we just made up a week ago. don’t shut me out now,” you pouted.

zuko couldn’t help but smile at your puppy dog face. “it’s just that mai has never visited me at work or anything.”

you frowned. “oh… well, do you want a flower?” you asked and plucked one out from your bouquet.

“ah, no thanks. these are yours.” zuko said. “go ahead and take it. you deserve something nice, even if it’s not from your girlfriend,” you smiled.

you held out the flower and zuko took it slowly.

“thanks, y/n. mai could learn a thing or two from you,” zuko joked.

“well, she doesn’t really seem like the affectionate type,” you snorted.

“yeah,” zuko sighed. “well, don’t fear. just keep giving her love and eventually, hopefully, she’ll give you it back,” you smiled.

“hopefully,” zuko gave you a small smile.

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“where you two going?” toph asked.

“i have no idea. somewhere nice, i assume,” you shrugged, putting in hoop earrings.

“are you two gonna have sex?” suki asked. you scoffed, “i’m not answering that.”

“so, yes?” she giggled. “no-maybe? i don’t know,” you shrugged.

“have you two slept with each other yet?” katara asked.

“no,” you shook your head. “not even oral? damn, you two are missing out,” toph laughed.

your eyes widened. “we have done oral! just not like, intercourse. ugh, this is such a weird conversation.”

“it’s not! we’re your girlfriends, you’re supposed to tell us everything,” katara said.

“not everything,” you muttered. you stepped away fro the mirror, checking yourself out before you left.

“he’s definitely gonna wanna smash you in that,” suki smirked.

“i hate you all,” you grumbled.

“we love you, too,” toph grinned.

you couldn’t help but smile. you heard a knock at the door and you went to walk out of your room.

“have fun!” katara called out. “will do. thanks, guys,” you smiled back at them before walking down the stairs.

you opened the door, grinning brightly as you saw jet at the door with a polar dog plushie and a red, velvet box. he was wearing a purple dress shirt with black slacks, a dark purple bow tie around his neck. he looked very different than usual. Still handsome, just more classy.

“hello, sexy,” you smirked. “i should be saying that to you. you look gorgeous,” he eyed your body that was in a tight-fitting, blue dress and black heels.

“thank you. i try,” you shrugged shamelessly. “and you never fail to impress. are you ready to go?” he asked.

“yep,” you nodded, stepping out of the house and locking the door behind you.

you walked to his car, jet opening the door for you. you stepped in, thanking him as he shut the door. he then went over to his side and once he got settled in, he went to give you your gifts.

“thank you for the plushie,” you smiled as you hugged it.

“you’re welcome. it’s not just a regular stuffed animal, though. you can heat it up or freeze it to help with muscle aches or your period cramps,” jet explained.

your eyes widened, “woah, wait. seriously? oh, my god. this is so cool! i love you so much.”

jet’s eyes flew wide open. “w-what did you say?”

you furrowed your brows, “i said it’s really cool and… oh. i-i said i love you.”

jet gulped visibly. “d-do you mean it?” you smiled at him, intertwining your fingers with his.

“of course i do,” you cooed. “i’ve just never said it until now. you don’t have to say back if you’re not ready, though. it just kinda came to me naturally, i guess.”

jet shook his head furiously. “no, no. i-i am ready. i was actually planning on saying it after the home-cooked meal i made.”

“you cooked for me?” you awed. “well, yeah, i know how much you love my meals,” he smiled.

“hm, i do. you know me so well,” you poked.

jet chuckled, “of course i do. and i love you. so, so much.”

“hm, i’m glad,” you giggled. “here’s my gift to you.” you pulled out a few boxes from your purse.

“oh, you shouldn’t have,” jet said. “oh, please. you would have definitely cried if i didn't give you a gift,” you scoffed, handing the boxes to him.

jet chuckled as he opened the bigger one. he held up a jersey that you had gotten custom-made for him.

“i-is this…. my number?” he asked, looking at the back and seeing his basketball number and last name.

“yep,” you smiled. “i know a few of your friends have their jersey’s still and you don’t have yours anymore, so i decided to make one for you. i know how much you loved playing basketball in high school and i know how much you loved the jersey.”

“i do. thank you so much. this is definitely going up on my wall,” he smiled big, leaning into kiss you on the cheek.

“you’re welcome. open the other one. this one is more of like an our-gift thing,” you explained. “be careful, it’s fragile, too.”

he nodded, opening the package gently. he smiled as he saw a collage of photos from your first date to your last date a few weeks ago.

“this is really cute,” he gushed, looking at the 20 photos of you.

“i think so, too. i made myself one also. it’s hanging up in my room,” you chuckled.

“i’ll make sure to hang these up on my wall high and proud,” he said.

“good. so, i saw you have a box for me, too?” you asked.

“yes, yes,” he smiled. he handed you it.

you opened it excitedly, seeing that he had bought you charm bracelet and matching anklet.

“these are so cute, thank you,” you smiled. “help me put these on?”

jet nodded and took out the bracelet, clipping it to your wrist. he then took the anklet, reaching down. his fingers skimmed the bare skin on your legs, making your whole body light on fire. you eyed him carefully as he clipped the piece of jewellery around your ankle. after he clipped the anklet, he stayed in this position, his eyes snaking up to you.

butterflies overwhelmed your stomach as he licked his lips seductively. the action caused you to have a full-body shiver.

“jet, we should go to your apartment,” you suggested.

“we should. are you hungry?” he asked, sitting back again.

“very,” you said. “me, too,” his eyes went dark.

you smiled bashfully and turned your head away, looking to your feet. jet drove you to his place, his hand resting on your thigh the whole ride, slowly going up with each passing second.

you wiggled in your seat. feeling the warmth grow under your dress. you felt like you knew what was going to happen to night. your heart started to race with just thinking about it. it wasn’t like it was your first time, but it would be your first time with jet. despite all the nerves you were feeling, you were excited to see where this night would take you. you trusted jet immensely and was ready to consent to whatever was going to happen.

the sexual tension in the car grew so thick, by the time you got your foot in his house, jet smashed his lips onto yours. you moaned quietly in surprise, your arms wrapping around his neck. you entangled your fingers into his hair, kissing him roughly.

jet kicked the door closed and locked in quickly, then walking you backwards inside.

“do you want to eat real food or go upstairs?” jet pulled away.

you looked into his eyes, your pupils wide and full of lust. “upstairs.”

jet smirked and put his hands under your thighs, lifting you up quickly. you yelped and giggled, pressing your lips to his in a slow, but eager kiss. he walked you two upstairs, going into his room. he threw you on the bed smoothly, looking down at you with hungry eyes and wet lips. he started to unbutton his shirt and you took your heels off.

you laid on your back, ready for jet to climb on the bed. he took his shirt off, your eyes roaming around his chiseled chest. he climbed on the bed, approaching you like a predator. you couldn’t help but smile as he went in between your legs, his left hand setting next to your head to support himself and his right hand setting on your waist.

he lowered himself down and kissed you sweetly, his lips peppering kisses down from your lips to your neck.

“jet,” you hummed, your hands pulling at his hair on the nape of his neck.

he sucked on your sweet spot, smelling your perfume. the hand that was on your waist trailed down to your thigh, his fingers slipping up your dress.

“is this okay?” he muttered into your neck.

“mmhm, keep going,” you moaned, moving your hips so he would be able to touch you quicker.

“eager,” he smirked, trailing down to your collar bone.

you hummed in reply, your hands leaving his neck and going down to the back of your dress, unzipping it. jet went to help you, his eyes admiring your body as you slipped off your dress. you smiled and unclipped your bra, dropping it to the ground.

“before we uh, continue. i wasn't sure if you picked up on this, but i was hoping, well, wondering if you wanted to take the next step. not just emotionally, but physically, too,” he suggested, looking deep into your eyes.

you smiled at him, your fingernails running up and down against his back.

“i know, i picked up on some of the clues. and i was thinking on the drive a lot and i want to advance this, too. so i’m ready if you are,” you answered.

jet smiled widely. “i love you.”

you smirked, “why don’t you show me instead of telling?”

jet’s smile turned into a teasing smirk. “say no more.”

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The Sinners

This Is Day 12 Of Roleplay May

Words: 3155

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Rough Sex, Spanking Teasing, Blow Job Under A Desk, Sex On A Desk, Edging, Orgasm Control, Roleplay, So much dirty talk..... Think that’s it.

Characters: Priest Dean, Priest Sam, Nun Reader, Unnamed Priest, Friend Of John’s (George).

Parings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Winchesters and the reader are called to investigate murders at a church, but when Sam solves the case before Dean and the reader leave. What will they do? Now that they finally have a little alone time, will they take advantage of the situation?

This was some of the hardest and most strange acting you’d ever had to do since you’d started living with the Winchester brothers, maybe even since you’d first started hunting. But here you were, walking around this massive beautiful church, taking in every one of the locals who looked on respectfully.

Sam had quickly found out that this particular church had recently been remodelled, although if you would’ve shown up before checking, that would’ve been immediately obvious. Which is what had led the three of you to to easily conclude what had probably angered the spirit after such a long time.

You were dressed as one of the sisters, blending in surprisingly well, trying to remember everything you could from the film sister act, since that was the only form of reference you could call to mind. The brothers had sent you in a day ahead of them, they were due to turn up at any time now, joining as two new priests.

Turning the corner and you take another set of steps down, heading down to the dungeon where people were known to have seen the ghost. Dean was certain that the ghost was most likely to have been a bishop, who had died here in the late nineteen hundreds and whose body had been discovered in the basement. Things had become increasingly serious lately, ending up with two nuns and a priest being murdered in the basement, which is why the three of you had been called by an old contact of John’s, George, since he had known something was seriously wrong. He was someone who’d assured you that this wasn’t just some made up ghost sighting.

Your hand hovers over the iron blade, which is hidden just under your skirt, with the gun holster that you have fastened to your thigh. The door slams closed behind you and your heart starts beating wildly in your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you carefully pull the knife free and you whirl on the closed door. But there’s nothing there, you can’t be sure but there’s every chance it’s the ghost. Adjusting your grip on the knife, you slowly walk a little further inside.

The musty smell hits your nose stronger the deeper that you go, holding your arm over your mouth and nose as you walk while keeping a tight grip on the blade. Then you reach the final chamber of the basement, proof that way back in the day this place had been a torture chamber of some kind. There were thick chains and shackles hanging from the walls, thick and dark blood still visible on the surface. There were also signs of blood on the floor still, from the bodies that had recently been found.

Beside you was a large sturdy table, with a few dusty books and piles of papers on top. There were a few old and broken windows on the floor, that were leaning against the wall. Your distraction is short lived, when you hear something that makes you stop in your tracks.

You hear heavy footsteps behind you, echoing off of the basement walls, causing that shiver to roll through your body all over again. When you turn this time your knife is poised to attack, however the person behind you is faster and catches your wrist in his hand and tuts.

“I think you need to work on your aim there, sister”

There’s no mistaking that voice, hearing it every morning you wake up and every night you go to sleep. Grabbing your knife from your hand, he flips it skilfully before handing the handle back to you and you can almost hear the smirk on those plump lips. His torch shines in your face so you have to squint a little, but the light quickly moves away shining on your body.

“Glad to see you could finally make it, father Winchester.” you smirk up at him, licking your lips when he leans in closer and your back hits the cold stone wall behind you.

He looks fucking amazing, you had no idea this was a kink of yours, not until Dean was stood in front of you dressed in it.

“I was doing a little research last night and I found out a very interesting little fact about the murders that have happened down here in the last month.” Dean reveals keeping his voice low.

“Oh yeah, what’s that then?” you ask quietly, feeling him press his body closer to your own.

“So get this, turns out the priests and nuns around have been getting a little too familiar. Sexually,” he grins wiggling his eyebrows, you can’t help but laugh at the massive dork in front of you.

You have your own idea of where this is going but you play along anyway.

“Really? Well I can’t say I blame them father.” you practically purr, slipping your hands inside his jacket, letting your fingers glide slowly down the thin black fabric covering his firm chest.

Dean’s smirk grows as he bites into his bottom lip, “Is something on your mind my child?” he asks with a slight change in his voice and his free hand not holding the torch gently grips your hip.

Licking your lips you nod slowly, looking up into those gorgeous green eyes.

“Yes, there is. All of last night I had some very impure thoughts about you. I may have even let my fingers wander.” you answer seductively, feeling his grip tighten as he growls your name in warning.

“Such a bad little girl. I thought we had this conversation last week, you don’t touch what’s mine, especially when I’m not there. Did you come?”

His question takes you by surprise, even though you probably should’ve expected it.

“Yeah, I did. Made sure I moaned your name though, just like I do every time, even if I did have to be really quiet about it.” You smile cheekily, knowing that you’re pushing all of the right buttons when he drops the torch on that large table beside you and his hand pushes under your skirt.

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me here sweetheart, you wait until I get you home.” Dean groans, brushing his fingers over your wet but covered slit. You roll your hips against his hand as his lips just barely brush yours, “it’ll take a little more than a few hail Mary’s to save you here, safe to say you’ve earned your spanking today, don’t you think sister?”

“Whatever you think is best. You are the boss.”

“It’s a shame you didn’t think about that last night really sweetheart.”

Feeling his phone vibrating you slip your hand inside his jacket and pull out his phone from the pocket, unlocking his phone you smile, humming under your breath. You look back up at him and show him the message from Sam. “Looks like we have some free time baby, perhaps you should just punish me right now,”

Gripping your jaw roughly he presses a firm kiss to your lips, your hands fist in his jacket when he pushes your panties aside and two of his thick fingers slip inside your opening.

“I want you to meet me upstairs, in that empty office. But first, I’m gonna get you close and you're not gonna come, are you?”

“No father, I'll do whatever you want,” you gasp as he curls his fingers inside you and drags your bottom lip between his teeth.

He chuckles in the back of his throat releasing your lip, “of course you will my dirty little sinner. Maybe you’ll finally learn to do as you’re told.” Dean grunts when you move your hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. Kicking your feet apart. his fingers speed up and he adds a third, causing your begging whimpers to fill the echoing space around the pair of you, you cling to Dean tighter when the heel of his hand rubs perfectly against your clit.

Your chest is heaving and your blood is pumping hard in your ears, “Dean, please stop.” you whine desperately, feeling your pussy starting to clamp down around his insistent fingers.

“Pretty sure you can do better than that, can’t you sweetheart? I dare you. Give me even more reason to spank that ass red.” he growls as your head falls back against the wall, fighting every single part of you that’s desperate for release.

You cry out loudly when he finally removes his fingers and you slump against his chest, hearing the lewd sounds he makes sucking his fingers between his lips, licking and sucking your slick from the thick digits.

“You’re lucky you’re so fuckin’ sexy. Now, be a good girl and meet me upstairs and I might let you finish.”

You lean back against the wall to support yourself, when he finally releases you and grabs the torch, throwing you a quick wink he leaves the basement. Your head is spinning, only Dean had been able to wind you up this way. His voice always drove you almost as mad as those skilled fingers of his, not to mention his perfect thick cock which always had you begging him. You were nervous about doing this, but the excitement by far outweighed your nerves.

The minutes tick by and you regain your breath and readjust yourself, quickly exiting the basement. You slowly make your way towards the office Dean had told you about, smiling politely and nodding your head at the other sisters who pass you, doing your best not to show that you were rushing.

You see him sitting at the desk when you start making your way towards the room, he looks up as you walk in and you meet his eyes.

“Father, I heard you wanted to see me,” your voice is so innocent and quiet, Dean has to suppress the groan that’s threatening to leave his chest.

“Yes I did. Please, come in sister. Close the door behind you,” that filthy smirk on his lips is the polar opposite to how his voice sounds. Bowing your head you do as he asks and lock the door behind you. “Skirt up. Spread your legs and bend over my desk for your punishment.” he instructs you, keeping his tone even and his voice quiet.

You can’t help but smile, when you see the pile of stuff he’d quite clearly swept off of the desk as soon as he’d got inside the room. You watch him as you pull the skirt up your legs slowly, until you have to ease it over your ass and up around your waist. Seeing him stand from the chair and walk around the desk, you bend over the cold wood and spread your legs, hands gripping the other side when you feel his large warm hands smoothing over your ass cheeks.

“Forgive me father,” you whimper, hearing him groan behind you when he squeezes your ass cheeks roughly.

“Oh baby girl, this will help. How many do you think? Is ten enough?” he rasps voice much rougher than before, all you can do is moan into the table, feeling the arousal shooting straight to your core. “Answer me, you know the rules!” Dean demands, as a hard smack connects with your skin.

You manage to muffle the scream of surprise behind your hand, not missing the chuckle that it pulls from the man behind you. “S-Sorry father,” you whimper as your grip on the table tightens, “Whatever you say is right. I trust you,” you breathe out shakily, dropping your forehead onto the table as the second slap comes down just as hard on the other cheek, pulling a shaky moan from your already parted lips.

Dean quickly rips your thin panties from your body and tucks them into his back pocket.

You cry out against the wood, rolling your hips back into his hands, the next three slaps are against the same cheek, just as hard as the first. Your whimpering his name as his hand smoothes over the tender skin. You can feel yourself sweating against the table, stomach clenching and your pussy fluttering around nothing. He quickly evens out the slaps on your other cheek, three hard slaps coming down in quick succession on the other side. You have to stop yourself from clamping your legs together, when his fingers slip easily between your dripping folds.

“Such a good girl for me baby, look at that sexy ass. So fuckin’ pretty, all red for me baby.” he groans loudly. Your ass feels like it’s on fire in the best way possible, every nerve ending in your entire body is at attention. You’re so close already, with the way that he’s been edging you and you know he knows it. “You doin’ okay baby?” Dean asks gently, bending down to press his lips to your ass.

“So good, so good Dean” you whimper breathlessly.

Your entire body clenches and your eyes squeeze shut when he slaps your pussy, nowhere near as hard as the ones on your ass but it feels amazing nonetheless. Quickly followed by another sharp slap, which almost makes your legs collapse beneath you.

“You did so good baby, so fuckin’ perfect.” he praises you, pressing gentle kisses to your skin, his tongue running through your sensitive folds.

There’s a knock at the door as Dean helps you up from the desk and presses his lips to yours, “Under the desk, i promise we will finish up as soon as I get rid of them,”

Sighing you lower your dress and slip beneath his desk, whimpering when the heels of your feet press into your tender ass. Hearing the door unlock as you get as comfortable as possible.

Dean takes his seat at the desk, careful that when he pulls the chair in he doesn’t hurt you.

“Come in,” he calls just as you get an idea, sliding your hands up his thick thighs and you quickly unbuckle his belt as the door opens.

Dean’s legs fall open and his muscles tense when you unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper.

“Father Winchester, I’m sorry to interrupt. I was told you might know, I was just wondering if you’d seen sister Y/N, she seems to be missing,” the young priest asks nervously, as one of Dean’s hands slips beneath the desk and pushes into your hair.

You tug his pants and boxers down just enough to release his thick length, holding back the moan when you seal your lips around the head of his cock.

“As far as I’m aware she had to leave. Family emergency,” Dean explains quickly, biting his lip when you take him as deep as you can.

Dean’s fingers tighten in your hair when you start to bob your head over him, sliding easily up and down his length, enjoying the way that his free hand is clenched around the arm of the chair. “Oh, my apologies sir. Sorry for bothering you, I’ll leave you to your work.”

Dean realises that he suddenly doesn’t trust his voice, with a stiff nod of his head, he holds up his hand and the young man leaves.

The second the door closes, Dean pulls you up from the floor and presses a rough but chaste kiss to your lips, “Fuck I love you,” he groans standing from the chair.

“Love you too baby, we should do this more often,” you grin, pulling your skirt back up around your waist, loving the way he licks his lips watching every bit of new skin that’s revealed to him.

When Dean pushes you back, he lifts you, dropping your ass carefully onto the desk. Pulling you right to the edge, he lines his cock up with your entrance and slides right inside your wet heat. Your legs hook over his hips as you lean back on your hands.

“Just might have to take you up on that sweetheart,” he groans watching his cock slip inside you and back out with every slow thrust of his hips.

You throw your head back as your climax starts to build all over again, “Fuck, so close” you whine, as your lips part, “Have I been a good girl father?” you question behind your moan, as Dean slams back inside you.

“Oh you’ve been such a good girl for me sister, let it go when you're ready. Come all over my cock,” Dean growls, feeling your pussy clench around him, your whimpers slowly getting louder.

“Look at me,” he finally demands, as he picks up a more brutal pace and his hand presses over your mouth. You look at him breathing hard and fast behind his hand. Your entire body shivers, your eyes start rolling as your body aches and arches.

You scream his name behind his hand, sweat covering your clothed bodies. Your entire body shaking as you fall apart around him.

Dean pulls your shaking body against him and your arms wrap around his neck, your forehead drops against his shoulder, clinging to his back tightly. Dean pulls your legs higher, those strong fingers digging into your thighs and you know he’s getting close, hips are stuttering and his grip on you is unyielding.

“Fuck, you feel so good, my dirty girl. Gonna make me come.” Dean moans loudly against your shoulder, teeth dragging across your skin.

You press your lips to his ear, “You make me so wet Dean, come on baby do it, fill me up.” you pant breathlessly, as your knees dig into his ribs. Dean whimpers, his grip on your thighs tightening when he finally lets go and his orgasm hits him hard, his hips slow down.

Neither of you wanted to let go.

Then Dean’s phone starts ringing again. Finally Dean pulls his softening cock from inside you, a whimper falling past your lips as you sort out your clothes, already missing his touch.

“Sammy, calm down!” Dean laughs quietly, nodding although the younger man can’t see him, tucking his cock back in his pants, you help him do them up as he continues to talk. “Yeah, we’re on our way. Okay, yeah. We’ll see you soon,” Dean replies, before hanging up the phone.

“He’s panicking isn’t he?” you ask with a smile, your breathing finally returning to normal.

“Oh yeah, big time. I am the big brother right?” he chuckles, watching the way your smile only grows, “Filthy fucking mind, you have.” Dean grins, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Right, I’ve got the dirty mind father.” you smirk, sliding off the desk with a pained whimper. “You’ve got a lot of ass kissing to do when we get home Winchester, literally.” you warn him playfully, straightening his collar and brushing down his jacket.

“Oh with pleasure sweetheart, now let’s get out of here.” Dean winks, unlocking the door, with you following dutifully behind him.

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i-cant-handle-change · 4 years ago

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I'm eager to talk about my Au’s instead of drawing them again-

’The Wired’ Au

Gotta love twisting reality to make up this Au.

This is a depressing Au ngl, besides all the mind fucks it has within it has a lot of desperation in it.

Izuku is trying to find his mother who has been lost within The Wired and there are people out there to get him.

More preferably The Knights and Nine and his gang. Gotta include Nine in too, loved his character in the movie and if you watched Serial Experiments Lain you might know who he’ll play as.

Oh, and Izuku’s dad wants to vault him

Nothing like good old DFO to add on to the already depressing Au am I right?

I’ll write and draw snippets of the Au soon enough but it’ll come off as strange and convoluted. But thats like the norm in the anime I based it on so once again mind fucks all around.

Bakugo is going to get ✨paranoid✨ in this Au. One moment he sees Izuku as a villain, the other as a cutesy extrovert wearing pastels, and the other as what he was after the fatal ’swan dive’. It's going to mess with him a lot and the fact that Izuku flat out told him he was the cause of all of this isn't helping him at all.

Does Inko ever get found by Izuku in The Wired?

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This Au is like a pinata, I bash on it and possibilities pour out of it like candy. There are too many and some look the same yet are very different, I don't know, that's the Au in a nutshell.

Also white-haired Izuku. That's it just white-haired Izuku.

’Itch’ Au

Oh yeah, this one is my favorite, and all I can think about-

Izuku has the All for One quirk and he doesn't know that yet the quirk is sentient and slowly starts to take over Izuku’s life.

Some DFO sprinkled in because of angst.

I just love the idea of sentient quirks and by far the AFO quirk just radiates chaotic evil energy and I’m living it. Once it awakens, (it was kept at bay until Izuku finally activated it at the sludge monster incident where All Might and many people saw the event with their own eyes) it’s just dead set on causing so much chaos.

But with how adorable Izuku is the quirk can't just help but groom him into his ideals and make him his new vessel. This is middle school Izuku who just got his quirk and he's still young so the quirk has all the time he needs to shape him how he wants to be.

Izuku is scared, no kidding, he still doesn't understand his quirk very well and why it's sentient in the first place. All he knows is that when it’s near he gets chills down his spine and has the unfortunate hunger of taking more quirks. He's learning to control it though and the more he does the more he spends in this so-called ’landscape’ with his quirk.

It's strange, scary sure, but he feels compelled to know more about this quirk he’s acquired. It claims that it’ll help Izuku when he's at his lowest point and by the looks of it he is at his lowest point. Izuku could deny it but the quirk knows Izuku, it’s been with Izuku for so long that it might as well know more about the teenager than the teenager knows about himself.

It knows about his life. The unfairness and treatment he’s been through for nearly a decade because of his ’quirklessness’. The pain, the bullying, the mistreatment, the scowls, the pity, the unspeakable acts acted onto this child because he did not have a quirk.

”I can help you, little one.”

It said with that trademark toothy smile.

”I can help you make those who have harmed you bow and cower at your very feet!” It exclaimed, raising its arms for effect.

”You have the power to make them quirkless! You have the power to make them weak, pathetic, completely worthless to a society dependent on quirks for survival! You have the power to overcome all those heroes and villains that reign this small world!”

Izuku’s only fourteen, he can't handle all this pressure alone, let alone handle the guilt of taking away quirks from other people. Even if they hurt him in his past he could never forgive himself for committing such an act.

Izuku was too busy thinking to himself that he flinches when he's brought into a suffocating hug, two long arms wrapping around his body like snakes. He acts fast, bringing his now visible arms up to push the quirk away but it was too strong.

Its laughter rang through the landscape.

”You can make anyone follow your orders with the power you hold, little one. You have the power to make them all pay for what they all did to you. Don't you think it’s time that they get a taste of their own medicine?”

’No!’ Izuku wanted to say, still struggling within he tightening hold. ’I don’t want to hurt anyone!’

”But you’ve already had.”

Izuku paused.

”How many quirks have you taken so far because of your hunger? Two? Five? Ten?! All of them taken and it's barely been a few months, little one, and the consequences were just tragic!”

Izuku struggled some more.

’I didn't mean to! I didn't know how to use my quirk properly! I want to give them back but I don't know how to do it right!’

”All those delinquents sent to the hospital, I can't say that isn't normal for children like them but the others... People will start turning heads! They’ll start to look around, rumors will spread, people will talk, they will start to get scared, and soon all those heads will turn towards you...”

’NO!’

”Think about it, everyone will now call you a villain! It doesn't matter what you’ll say they’ll all just point fingers at you and screech out ’VILLAIN’ and run away in fear of your presence! Children will think of you as a monster, children your age will start to avoid you like the plague, parents will take their children and run away from you, heroes will arrest you for illegal quirk usage, and your mother...”

Its grip tightened around Izuku, if Izuku could he would be screaming by now.

”What would your poor dear stressful mother think of you? Oh, she would start to blame herself, she’ll start to think that she gave birth to a demon that only spreads bad luck wherever it goes! All because of your quirk...”

It losses its grip on Izuku who was opening crying by this point, he raises his hands to his face, trying to cover his reddening face.

The quirk before Izuku simply crouched down to the teenager’s height, its smile still hadn't gone away. It raised its broad hands to Izuku’s face, carefully moving his hands away to brush away his tears. It waits a few minutes for Izuku to calm down, its hands on the teenager’s shoulders so that he wouldn't run away. As for Izuku could run away, his feet still hadn't been formed yet and all he could do was either stand up or lay down for anything to happen.

”But you don't have to go through all of that, little one, you’re still too young and your future is still too bright. It only makes sense to tie loose ends that could damage your future so that it won't worry you anymore. For instance, that boy, Naito Susumu, he was the first student that you’ve taken their quirk away, right?”

Izuku nodded his head, the memory still haunts him.

”Well, I can tell he would want it back, for all anyone knows he’s having a fit much like all teenagers do as they grow. Not using their quirk is one of them and he is a delinquent so I can tell that his quirk is what earned him his place to be different from the others. He’ll want it back, of course, but standing around and waiting for something to happen won't do.”

”You have to come up to him yourself, Izuku, leave a note in his desk, make sure he gets it, meet him somewhere private and where you two are the only ones there. Look at him and I mean look at him straight into his eyes into his very soul and make him know that you’re not to be messed with. Because you are not to be messed with, Izuku Midoriya, you are stronger than anyone else in that hopeless school.”

”Make him feel worthless, make him know that you have the power to take and give away quirks with your bare hands. And when he begs, let him beg, let him drop to his very knees, hear his cries and shuttered apologies that are directed to you and only you, Izuku. Make him know you are better than him and after his little session, you make a deal with him, make him know that if you ever need help that he’ll always be there to benefit you in your troubles.”

”Then and only then is where you finally give him his quirk back and I know what you’re thinking ’how could I do such a thing if I don't know how?’ and I’ll tell you how. You have to place your hand, only one, on his forehead like this.”

It placed its large hand onto Izuku’s forehead, from his obscure blurry vision, Izuku could see the hole in the middle of his palm.

”Keep your hand open wide and your fingers separated, make sure you do this right, or else you’ll send him back to the hospital again. You focus, you calm down and look within yourself for his quirk and you’ll know the quirk when you see it, it’s like a shining star in the vast emptiness that is this plane of existence.”

“You breathe slowly and steadily and you grab onto that quirk and give it back to its original owner. You’ll know when the quirk is gone when the light fades and once it fades away you let go of his forehead and step back.”

It let go of Izuku’s forehead, its smile was thin yet thrilled.

”You’ll need to calm yourself down, you’ll feel a part of yourself feel empty, but you need to know how to get used to that feeling. That feeling will eventually fade away and once it does you’ll feel nothing but the satisfaction that someone else is put on your growing pile of supporters.”

”Did you get that?”

’Yes.’

”Good, that's very good, Izuku.”

Something stirred inside of Izuku, the air shifted as he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline course through him. It smiled even wider even when its form started to fade away alongside the landscape it resided in.

”Let us meet again, Izuku Midoriya, I wish you the best of luck.”

It reached out its hand and ruffled Izuku’s unkempt hair but before Izuku could swat his hand away he was already on his bed. Sweating from head to toe the young teenager quickly went off to write down what he could remember in the landscape and from his quirk. He went over the technique, his palms opening and closing for the extra effect he could feel the hunger of his quirk course through his veins.

Izuku had already gotten ready for school faster than he’d done before, he startled his mother by cooking breakfast for himself so that he could get ready faster. He apologized for not cooking for her and hurried to put his shoes on by the doorway and before his mother could ask why he was so giddy he turned and gave a gleaming smile.

”I’m going to make a friend today!”

Izuku left with a skip in his step leaving his still shocked mother beside the doorway.

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Sleepover [oneshot]

⏤𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; Jungkook is your best friend’s little brother who invites you to have a sleepover at his place. Nothing can happen, right?

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: oral sex [female receiving], strong language, light spanking, penetrative sex, protected sex

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, smut

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 10.4k

request: “Would it be ok for it to be smut? And oc is going over to jk house to have a sleepover with his older sister, only that his sister is working late and will be home later on in the night so it’s just oc and jk?”

A/N: This one is inspired by one of mine requests. I made a little twist to it I hope you’ll like it x

You don’t think you’ve ever seen so many boxes in one room. The room is already filled with so many boxes and you put another one on top of it.

How can one person have so much stuff?

You turn back to repeat the same process of putting boxes from the huge van to inside. You’ve been doing it for the past thirty minutes and even if you’re holding boxes which aren’t that heavy, you still feel the little ache in your arms. You should probably start working out but you’re too lazy for doing any of it. Plus, being an adult while trying to survive in this awful world — nah, you don’t have time for that.

“Jungkook, why the hell have you so much stuff?!” you hear your best friend’s — Jina’s — loud voice, seeing her already wiping the sweat off her forehead.

You chuckle at her furrowed eyebrows, probably mentally cursing at her younger brother. You come up to the van he rented for today seeing your best friend fuming with her hands on her hips. He hops out of the vehicle, his boots hitting the floor while wiping his own forehead. His hair is curly and raven and even though he is probably the most tired person here, he still looks effortlessly beautiful and you’re trying not to stare too much. He smiles at his sister in teasing manner while his eyes crinkles at the end.

“I’m an adult, I’ve a lot of stuff.” he explains but his sister only scoffs loudly.

“Just because you’re twenty doesn’t mean you’re suddenly an adult. You’ve to take care of yourself now, no mom’s homemade food.” Jina says but not in rude tone.

She talks to him softly thinking her younger brother doesn’t realize what it takes to live on your own. Moving out from your parents’ house — your home — is a new and big step. You and Jina have been already through that and it was way harder than it seems.

“I know, I can perfectly take care of myself,” Jungkook states confidently, while taking one of the lightest box in his hands. He looks up at you, those big doe eyes looking at you softly.

It’s your best friend’s brother, Y/N. Don’t be so effected by him. And what? You can still think he’s attractive because well... he is and there’s that. It doesn’t mean you’ll jump on him. You’ve some self control and besides, it’s like best friend’s code — no dating with each others’ siblings. As much as you and Jina get along, since high school, you know she wouldn’t be able to get through it if you and Jungkook would be somehow involved. Also, he’s five year younger than you starting with a college. You both are completely at different places.

Not that you’re thinking how it’d be dating him.

“Can you please take this, Noona? It’s one of the last ones,” he asks you kindly and you quickly scurry to him taking the box from him. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem.” you nod with a smile, taking the box to his new home. His new apartment looks like some storage space but it’s understandable when he’s just moving in. There’s no personal touches to his new home yet — the apartment isn’t that big but still looks amazing. The bathroom and kitchen looks modern and even the walls he got painted look amazing. It looks like he’s got a great taste.

You put the last one box down turning around to see Jina and Jungkook coming in.

“Thank you so much for helping.” he says to his sister as soon as he closes the front door.

“Of course, I told you I’d help you. I’m your big sister,” she says slinging her arm around his frame but it looks rather funny.

Even though he’s younger — he’s obviously a man now. He’s taller than her at least for good thirty centimeters and his whole body is perfectly fit and manly. The dark khaki long sleeve T-shirt he’s wearing shows his broad shoulders and chest perfectly. Jina getting emotional for her brother who’s not affected by it that much like she is, she quickly gasps wiping her eyes which got watery.

“I’m thirsty, I’ll be right back.” she says trying to get to the kitchen through boxes.

After she’s out of your sight, Jungkook looks at you with his soft brown eyes. You almost visibly gulp but you stand there simply staring back at him. What is this kid doing?

“Thank you Noona for helping me. I really appreciate it.” he thanks you with a soft smile playing on his small plump lips revealing his bunny teeth.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to thank me. I’m glad I could help. Moving out is a huge step for you,” you tell him sitting down on the side of his sofa still covered in huge plastic cover. He leans against the wall next to him ruffling his hair which got into his eyes.

“I know, my mom is freaking out since I told her I’m thinking about moving out,” he chuckles. “She thinks I’ll die from hunger but I can cook something. Besides the convenience store is just around the corner.” he shrugs.

You simply stare at him seeing him differently. He’s not a little kid anymore like he used to be with his ball cut wearing extremely edgy clothes for his age trying to look tough. His skin acne free now, looking smoothly and velvety which you’re secretly jealous of.

“I live just a few blocks away. If you ever feel hungry I’ve got enough food for you,” you laugh but you’re serious.

He’s like a little brother to you as well. Whenever the Jeon’s family went camping, organized some family gathering — you’ve always been there. You’ve known their family well for about six years know. You’ve met him when he was only sixteen, remembering the first time he shyly greeted you with a bow. You’re a part of their family — as they like to claim.

“Good to know,” he laughs while pulling his sleeves up to his elbow. His gold skin almost blinding you, the little veins decorating his skin. He definitely grew up real fast. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks suddenly cocking his head to the side.

“You just... grew up. You’re not that sixteen year old kid I met anymore,” you let out a laugh watching his eyes staring at you.

“I can assure that I’m definitely not,” he says lowly and your eyes widen a little bit at his tone. You cough smiling at him awkwardly.

“I think I know how Jina feels now,” you tell him and his brows scrunch is confusion. “You’ve been like a little brother to me and now you’re living on your own. It’s just emotional a little bit.” you laugh in amusement but he doesn’t laugh with you.

His jaw clenches while he watches you darkly. Your laugh freezes and you think you’ve somehow crossed the line. Maybe he doesn’t feel like you’re that close for you to call him your little brother. But you’ve been there. Since his rebellious period to now.

“Yeah, it kind of is.” he mumbles smiling at you but it doesn’t look real.

Thankfully, your best friend comes to the room with smudged mascara under her eyes sighing dramatically. “I wasn’t crying!” she quickly says, putting her hand in front of her like in defence when both of you look at her with raised brows.

Checking yourself in the mirror for the last time you make sure that you look decent. Satisfied with your look you lock your car walking inside trying to find Jina. Once you spot her pink sweater you walk up to them.

Jina, Jungkook and his friends invited you to hang out with them. What is better way than spending your Saturday playing bowling? Even though you’re absolutely awful at playing it but you don’t mind.

Everyone greeted you with cheerful greetings, Jina hugging you so hard you could barely breathe. But one particular pair of doe eyes looking at you while he sits on a leather couch.

“Hi, Noona.” he greets you with little wave and you smile at him greeting him back. When you said you’re awful at playing bowling — you were right.

Your name being the last one on the big board with the lowest score is the proof of it. Even Taehyung and Jimin are better at it and they were fooling around the whole time.

“We’re going to order some drinks, do you guys want any?” Taehyung asks when the game ends, everyone ready for another one but decided on taking a break.

Jungkook reserved the bowling alley for the whole night. Everyone says their order when Jina’s phone starts to beeping ending up with her going outside for a while to talk with her boyfriend. It’s just you and Jungkook — and it feels awkward. You haven’t seen him since he moved in and it’s already been two months. It wouldn’t be even that awkward but the silence between you two is. The sounds of a bowling ball hitting pins, music and people talking could be only heard. Jungkook feels the weird and awkward atmosphere so he coughs loudly catching your attention.

“So,” he starts giving you a soft smile. “How have you been?”

His body is slouched on the leather couch, arm stretched around the couch’s seatback. He wears an oversized khaki hoodie with matching pants and those favorite black boots of his. He looks stunning. He looks completely different from the all men with suit and ties in your work, maybe that’s why you always find his fashion sense interesting. His forehead could be seen making him look somehow different than with his usual fringe covering it.

“Noona,” he speaks when you don’t give him any answer and you quickly gave him your awkward smile. You hope he doesn’t catch you checking him out — that would be too embarrassing.

“O-oh, I’ve been great. Just too busy with my job and everything... but besides that I’m great. How’s living on your own?” he smiles at your question looking happy.

��It’s been great. I definitely miss my mom’s homemade food but other than that, it’s been great.” he answers while you nod at him making sure he knows you’re listening. “I haven’t seen you for awhile.” he adds reaching for a bottle glass of cola and drinking from the straw.

You eye the movement of his lips puckering around the thin yellow straw seeing him sucking and drinking from it.

“Yeah...” you mumble just watching him simply drinking his cola like some lunatic. Get yourself together, Y/N! “So why bowling? Other than you’re perfect at it.”

He chuckles while shaking his head. “Perfect? Barely.” he scoffs while smiling putting the cola back on the little table.

“Come on, you’ve won for third time with biggest score. We weren’t even close to your score,” you laugh pointing to the big screen above your bowling alley which shows the old score.

“Okay, I’m good at it. I’ll admit that,” he puts his hands in surrender and you tsk at him. “And why bowling? I guess I wanted to thank all of you who helped me with moving out. I already payed for everyone’s dinner but you couldn’t come so...”

It’s true.

After a week or so Jungkook moved in, he invited everyone who helped him — which included you and Jina helping him the first day and Taehyung and Jimin the next day — but unfortunately you couldn’t come due to your work schedule.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I wish I could’ve come,” you apologized with small pout and he finds you adorable. Adorable even though you’re five years older than him.

“Oh, no don’t apologize. I get it. I’m just glad you’ve made it this time,” he smiles looking at you deeply in the eyes.

You could see the honesty and spark in his big doe eyes and you feel your heart beating faster. You’re not supposed to feel like this about him. The attraction towards him is pulling you to him but you’ve to stop yourself. Wanting nothing more than to sit on his lap and— no you can’t think about that. It’s Jina’s younger brother. He’s simply just a... kid. Even if he definitely doesn’t look like one with his toned body.

“So do you want to learn how to play bowling?” he asks suddenly and you blink couple of time quickly nodding before processing his words properly. This is what an handsome boy does to you.

He walks to the bowling alley before turning around to finding you sitting there watching him. He quirks a brow at you chuckling to himself. “You’ve to come here, Noona.”

Idiot! You want to slap yourself for making this even more awkward than it already was. You just hope he doesn’t find you weird. You never thought you’d ever care what a twenty year old thinks about you. But now it’s like the only thing you’re thinking about. Does he think I’m weird? Does he find me awkward and annoying?

“Alright, but I suck at this.” you announce hand in surrender while walking up to him. Maybe coming to the bowling in your work attire which consist of pencil skirt and high heels wasn’t the best choice, but you’d come even later if you would go home just to change yourself to better and more appropriate clothes. Thankfully they insist on wearing a bowling shoes which they borrow for everyone at the counter.

“I know,” he shrugs and you slap his shoulder with offended ‘hey’. “That’s why I’m helping you with this.” he adds with cheeky smile and you shake your head at him while laughing.

He clicks something on the little side board setting up the pins before choosing from the bowling balls.

“This is the lightest one and best for you,” he says handing you the neon green ball. “Put your fingers here,” he says showing you while he puts his fingers into the little holes on the ball and you gulp. This is rather awkward seeing his long fingers disappearing in the hole.

“Okay, your go,” he says and you do exactly what he done. “Perfect.” he muses.

He walks to the balls arranged in the line choosing the black one. It seems way heavier than yours, the way his biceps bulge out. “Now watch me.” he says walking back to the front of the lane.

I am, you don’t have to worry about that.

He shoots the ball giving you a good view of his ass. You watch him intensely as he releases the ball. It glides smoothly in the middle of the lane. He hits all the pins, the sound echoing loudly. He turns around a proud smirk on his lips when he hits the strike. He walks to you proudly with cocky grin. “And this is how you do it.” he points out and you roll your eyes.

“Okay, Mr. Jeon. Enough with the bragging,” you tease him trying to mimic the posture he showed you just a few seconds ago.

You’re focusing scrunching your brows in concentration when you hear his loud laugh. You turn around seeing him holding his stomach while laughing at you.

“What the hell are you doing, Noona?” he asks through his laugh and you frown at him.

“I’m bowling, obviously.” you mumble watching him calm down from his laughter. “And stop laughing at me, I’m older than you.” you huff at him while pouting without realizing it. He bites his lips while looking at you.

“Let me help you,” he says walking towards you, standing behind you.

You can feel his presence behind you, the masculine smell mixed with his cologne filled your scents and you hold yourself from humming. He smells nice. You always had a weak spot for men who smells nice. He places his hand over yours, which is way larger than yours.

“Don’t throw the ball, simply just let it glide.” he explains quietly his lips too close to your right ear.

You can feel the little breaths from his lips on your skin and it tickles. Closing your eyes you try to control your beating. Jungkook continues talking about your posture and more professional stuff about bowling but you’re not really paying any attention. You just nod like you do but you could care less about it now. He steps away from you gesturing to the lane.

“Try it.” he says while you blink at him for awhile. He raises a brow in confusion before you quickly smile.

“Yeah, I got it.” you say trying to glide the ball — just like Jungguk advised to you — trying to hit all the pins. It’s not that easy as it looks, the ball sliding towards more left side but you still manage to hit four pins. You squeal happily clapping to yourself even though you weren’t so good as Jungkook.

“Great job, Noona.” he comments you with cute smile while scrunching his nose a little bit.

“Hey, did you start without us?” Jimin asks as he and Taehyung walks to you with hands full of your drinks. You quickly walk to them and help them placing the drinks onto the table.

“No, I was just showing to Noona how to play a bowling.” he answers while Taehyung arches a brow at him but you don’t see that.

“Okay, can we start? I’m ready to kick your ass, Jeon.” Jimin teases Jungkook pretending to stretching up.

“We still have to wait for Jina.” Jungkook says still slight smile playing on his lips at Jimin’s little show.

“I’m here!” Jina yells little bit louder causing to some people look at her with annoyed expressions but she could care less.

She runs to your lane with grin plastered on her face. The similarity between her and Jungguk can be seen when they’re doing similar mimics.

“Guys, we have to kick Jungkook’s ass.” she says causing everyone in the group laugh including Jungkook who stares at you with sparks in his eyes. Maybe it’s the lighting or he really has those sparks in his eyes.

As expected, Jungkook beats all of your asses without even trying. You all go return the shoes they borrowed to you, standing at the counter where young male is standing. He looks very young he’s probably still in college.

“Did you have fun?” he asks everyone seeing the good mood between all of you. You spent at least three hours here playing bowling.

“We did, this place is amazing.” Taehyung, the social butterfly, answers with his boxy smile already telling Jimin how better he was than him at playing bowling. They both were miserable so you don’t see any difference in that, but you still find them funny.

“And what about you? Did you have fun?” The guy asks with little cockiness in his voice. You’re surprised when you look up at him finding him looking straight at you, grinning at you like some teenager. He probably still is. He takes the shoes away from you touching your hand slightly before pulling away.

“Yeah, she did have fun. Can you take my shoes?” Jungkook interfers all of a sudden, tossing his shoes on the counter leaving everyone speechless. The guy visibly gulps before quickly taking all of yours shoes before saying goodbye and rehearsed ‘thank you for coming to our place’.

“Damn, girl that boy was after you.” Jina says teasingly, slouching her hand around your shoulder grinning at you widely while Jimin walks next to you laughing at your sour expression.

“He is too young.” you scrunch your nose leaving the building with Jina teasing your ass off about how you should go back and take his number.

Jungkook pays for everyone, Taehyung waiting for him with his arched brows. Jungguk puts hit wallet into the back pocket of his pants before looking at Taehyung in confusion. “What?” he asks.

“What was that?” Taehyung asks looking at Jungguk with his big knowing eyes. He narrows his eyes at him while Jungkook looks even more confused.

“What was what?” he asks before walking towards the direction all of you went. Taehyung catches up to him quickly walking beside his friend.

“Come on, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” he says seriously causing Jungkook to stop, an annoyed expression visible on his face.

“No, actually I don’t.” he says somehow bitterly. But Taehyung knows better — Jungguk knows exactly what Taehyung’s aiming at.

“Y/N is too old for you. What are you trying to do, Jungkook?” he asks straight ahead. Jungguk isn’t really a type to play around, although girls are practically falling for him everywhere. It’s just — he’s too picky with girls. And Taehyung knows his friend really well and he’s sure Jungguk is somehow interested in you. But you’re unavailable. He doesn’t want him to start something which may hurt everyone including his sister.

Jungguk bites the inside of his cheek in annoyance. “I’m not doing anything, hyung.” he shrugs before walking away from his friend who only sighs following him.

Ramen. Do you need it? Yes, you do! You toss it into your little shopping basket grabbing couple of packages of chicken, vegetable and shrimp ramen. It’s necessary to have these at home plus they’re quick to cook.

Coming to home from your work to finding out that your fridge is indeed empty wasn’t a good end of your day. There was nothing in it expect one bottle of soju — you won’t probably eat that for your very late dinner. The most annoying is, that you took a shower and changed yourself into pajamas excited for some food. But then you had to dress up to come to the nearest convenience store. Putting the most ugly sweatpants you have with nasty oil stain that even your wash machine can’t wash out anymore. You don’t care, it’s late and you’re in convenience store. Not on fashion show.

“Noona?” Soft voice calls at you and your eyes widen when you turn around to look at Jungkook.

The same shopping basket in his hands, he scans your figure and you want to freaking dig yourself into the floor. Why the hell did I have to meet him? You nervously smile at him feeling your cheeks red. When you said you don’t care wearing this, well you do now. And it annoys you that he has such an impact over you. You shouldn’t care that your face is makeup free and he can see that one spot on your forehead you desperately trying to hide for the third day. Even the hoodie you’re wearing is massive and it’s hiding your whole figure. How did he even recognize you? You look like a piece of shit.

“Hi, Jungkook.” you greet him brightly acting confident while he walks up to you looking like some model.

All he's wearing are sweatpants with a baggy T-shirt, his outfit similar to yours, but he can definitely pull it off. You look like som beggar compare to him. He probably thinks that as well but he just doesn’t say anything.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asks with his bright smile, fingers gently moving the fringe which covers his eyes.

“I was hungry when I came home and had nothing in the fridge, so...” you trail off awkwardly pointing at your basket. His eyes follows your movement looking at the ramen packages in it.

“That’s not very healthy, Noona.” he scrunches his nose disapprovingly. You look at his basket — vegetables, fruit and some pasta in it.

“I know, but I’m really craving ramen, okay?” you exclaim jokingly and he laughs with you. “And it’s quick to cook.” you mumble.

“You’re right about that.” he agrees moving the vegetables revealing two packages of ramen and you gasp.

“You hid it really well,” you laugh looking down for a moment before looking back at him seeing him staring at you. You stop laughing nervously shifting. “I know, I look like a piece of shit.” Wait, did you just say it out loud? Yes you did.

He scans your outfit before looking back at you.

“What are you talking about? You look beautiful, Noona.” he says, the spark in his eyes once again and you gulp. Biting the inside of your cheek you awkwardly stand there while gripping the handle of the basket.

“You’re right, I do. With these ugliest sweatpants I own with a stain on it.” you roll your eyes hiding the embarrassment.

“Really? I thought it’s suppose to be there,” he says lightly touching his chin gesturing that he’s thinking. You stare at him when he looks at you with cheeky grin and you lightly slap his shoulder. He was just messing with you. “No, but really. You look fine.” he says his eyes serious although friendly smile on his face.

“Thanks.” you mumble still thinking he’s bluffing. There’s no way you look fine. You kind of thought you wouldn’t meet anyone you know and you don’t care about strangers’ opinions about you. But then you had to meet Jungguk just like that. It’s okay, Y/N. Just think about his awful fashion sense when he was sixteen.

“So... I’m planning this sleepover with Jina and you’re more than welcome to come. I told her to invite you as well since you’re hanging out more often, but I guess she still didn’t ask you.”

“No, she didn’t.” you confirm his thoughts while thinking about it. “Will Jimin And Taehyung be there?” you ask slowly walking to the next aisle while he trails after you.

“Hell, no. We already had our gaming night while Jimin spilled beer all over my new couch and Taehyung vomited all over my bathroom,” he says with horrific face at the memory.

He had to scrub and wash all Taehyung’s vomits all by himself because Taehyung wasn’t able to — even the next day. And Jimin? Jimin simply ran away as soon as he woke up not wanting to smell those vomits any longer.

“So, what are you saying? Will you come?” he asks with hopeful eyes. You’re ready to decline since your attraction towards Jungkook has been all over the place and you don’t like how much he attracts you. But he does that cute thing with his eyes — or it’s simply just his doe eyes — when he looks at you with hope and hopeful smile.

“When is it?” you ask and you swear you can see him grin in your peripheral sight.

“This Friday.” he answers. It’s tomorrow. You stop in your track turning around while biting your lip. You don’t know what posses you, but the next words in your mouth are much quicker than they should be.

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

Jungkook smiles or smirks — something in between you can’t exactly define it but it makes your heart beat faster — and says; “Okay. See you tomorrow, Noona. I can’t wait.” And just like that he walks away from you while you’re standing there dumbfounded.

Jungkook walks to his home with two bags full of food finding his dearest and only sister slouched on his couch — clean from the beer Jimin spilled there.

“Don’t you have to go, I don’t know... home?” he asks her as he puts the bags on his kitchen counter. She averts her eyes from the big television their parents gave him as a welcoming gift, before scrunching her brows in response.

“Yah! I’m older than you!” she exclaims threateningly but he only rolls his eyes off.

Since he moved in, she’s been more at his place than at hers. At first, he thought she’s just being the protective and caring older sister, but now it seems like she’s using benefits of his new home. New home which he got rented, but it’s still his home.

“Doesn’t seem lIke it sometimes,” he mumbles under his breath knowing if she’d heard him she’d probably throw her slipper at him — it wouldn’t be the first time. He puts all the groceries to the fridge and cabinets — where it belongs. He sits next to her exhaling but even then she doesn’t pay much attention to him. “I met Y/N at the convenience store.” he speaks.

“Oh, really?” Is all she says, her eyes still stucked to the television. He sighs looking at James Franco on the screen while his sister has literal heart eyes. Is this what women like?

“I invited her to our sleepover since you forgot.” he tells her little bit annoyed that she forgot. She looks up at him for a moment before continuing watching the movie.

“Yeah, sorry. I completely forgot,” she apologizes. “Did you buy a popcorn?”

“I did. I also bought some nachos and snacks. I thought about cooking a kimchi stew for dinner.” He says watching how James Franco appears shirtless. Jina looks at her younger brother with scrunched brows.

“You barely cook for me,” she remarks suspiciously looking at her brother. “Are you doing this for Y/N?” she asks with louder tone and it causes Jungguk to flinch.

“What? No? I can’t really invite someone for sleepover without any food.” he justifies but she doesn’t believe him.

“Jungkook,” He looks up at her curiously not liking the way she looks at him. She looks intimidating. “Do you like Y/N?”

“Of course, she’s a part of our family.” he answers diplomatically hoping she’d just let it go. But knowing his stubborn sister, she won’t. And that’s exactly what happens.

“I don’t mean it that way.” she almost snaps at him knowing he’s playing his little game right now. Jungkook is completely smart and sly at the same time.

“And what way do you mean it?” he asks her with fire in his eyes. The staring contest between Jeon siblings starts. Nobody says even a word before Jina groans leaving Jungkook smirking little bit.

“The bowling night... when that guy was flirting with her. You snapped at him. Why did you do that?” she asks with her jaw locked. But Jungguk doesn’t seem phased. He simply chuckles at that not letting that memory annoy him.

“I found it disrespectful for him to flirting with her. He was way too young and Y/N is like a second sister to me. I was just protecting her.” he explains and Jina’s eyes soften.

She knows how protective Jungkook is. Once he and Jina went for a family dinner with their parents at this nice Korean restaurant in the center of Busan. There was this one waiter who was shamelessly flirting with her. Jungkook ignored it with his balls fisted under the table but when he tried to sneakily sneak his phone number to Jina that’s when he bursted. Let’s just say... that guy stopped working there. Probably too embarrassed and scared of Jungkook.

“Good, because she’s my best friend, Jungkook. I can’t imagine if something happens between you two. She’s like my sister as well, I hope you know that and respect that.” she says already vomiting at the thought of you and Jungkook.

She hasn’t seen anything suspicious between you two but the way he reacted at the bowling made her wonder if he likes you somehow... different. Plus, she has never seen anyone with Jungkook recently and she doesn’t really get that. She’s pretty aware of her brother’s looks and the way all girls are drooling over him. But now she sees he doesn’t see you like that.

“I know, I won’t touch her.” he says and she pats his head which he annoyingly flinches away from her touch.

“Promise?” she raises her brow and he sighs while rolling his eyes.

“Promise.” he mumbles with a fake smile while those words leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

You knock on the door shifting your weight. Was this a good idea? Well, why not? They’re like siblings to you. Yeah, siblings. Exactly that. The door opens and Jungguk stands there with bunny smile.

“Noona, you came.” he says happily letting you in.

“I told you I would, remember?” you laugh, taking your shoes off while he closes the door after you.

“Come in,” he says leading you into his living room and you gasp at the amazing interior.

There’s a no sign of boxes and everything looks so good. This apartment has Jungguk’s personality in it. You can see his three cameras on the shelf, one of them you bought him for his eighteenth’s birthday. You like he kept it, you were scared you bought some bad camera even thought the price wasn’t that low. But you’ve no knowledge about cameras so you had to go with seller’s opinion.

“Jina is still not here. I guess she’s late as usual.” he explains when he leads you to his kitchen, which is combined with colors of white and beige. You love the kitchen the most — you can imagine yourself cooking in that pretty kitchen. You put your bags on the table already showing what you brought.

“I bought some strawberries and whip cream, me and Jina loves it as a snack.” You explain when you see his surprised look. “I bought some soju, I didn’t know if you’d like to drink but I still bought it because I know Jina will.”

“You didn’t have to bother with buying anything. I already bought a lot of stuff.”

“Did you buy a strawberries with whip cream?” you ask with raised brow. Silence. He stays silent looking at you dumbfounded. “Exactly.”

He only sighs feeling like he messed up. He should’ve ask you what would you like. Maybe he should’ve bought more ramen since you obviously love it.

“Do you want to try it?” you ask pointing to the strawberries. “It’s really good.” It’s not exactly healthy with the whip cream but you don’t care and neither should he, because it’s delicious.

“I’m not sure...” he mumbles not really convinced by you.

“Let’s try it, you’ll love it.” you say happily clapping while he smiles already pulling out some bowl you can put the strawberries in it.

You hand him strawberries and he washes them with cold water before putting them in a bowl. He leads you to his living room when his phone rings. He puts the bowl on the coffee table while he reaches for his phone. Jina’s name is flashing on his screen and he accepts the call.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ll be late a little bit I have to work a overtime. I should be at yours by ten.” Jina says, the disappointment clear in her voice.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jungkook says kindly giving you a look. You look at him with puzzled look wondering who’s calling and he mouths ‘Jina’ at you. You only nod reaching for one of the strawberries quickly putting it into your mouth.

“Is Y/N already there?” she asks.

“Yeah, she just came.”

“Okay, wait up for me. Shit, my boss is coming I’ve to go. Don’t watch that movie with Chris Hemsworth without me, bye!” And just like that she hangs up leaving Jungguk chuckle at his sister’s behavior.

“What was she saying? Is she on her way?” you ask when he puts his phone back to its place.

“She’ll be late. She has to work overtime.” he answers and you only nod.

“Okay, let’s try this.” you say almost too happily causing Jungkook chuckle at you. You’re cute. “This is the way we do it.” you explain, shaking the whip cream before spraying it at the big plump and red strawberry.

He stares at every motion you do with your lips — sucking the whip cream before gently biting into it. But that’s not all. On top of it all you moan at the amazing taste while rolling your eyes off. You don’t think about it too much, simply eating and enjoying the strawberry. But he quickly covers his crotch while biting his lip. He can’t believe such a stupid thing just turned him on.

“Do you want to try it?” you turn to him when you swallow.

“Huh?” he asks and you chuckle at him.

“The strawberry... do you want to try it?” you look at him seeing him acting weird.

“Yeah, sure.” he says quickly popping a strawberry to his mouth without the whip cream.

“You forgot the whip cream.” you comment and he rolls his eyes before spraying it right into his mouth.

His neck stretched you eye the glowing skin there as his Adam apple bobs as he swallows. You want nothing more than to kiss it. Wait what?! You quickly advert your eyes away from the pleasuring sight.

“Noona,” he speaks and you shut your eyes for a moment.

His soft voice calling you like that makes your heart tumble. You look at him before spotting some of the whip cream in the corner of his lips. You reach out for him wiping it off with your thumb. You put your thumb to your mouth cleaning it while swallowing the whip cream. You haven’t realized how bad and inappropriate this looked as Jungkook’s eyes widen. He reaches out for you, pulling a strand of hair behind you hair. You sit there frozen feeling the light touch on your cheek. He bites his lip before leaning in. His lips are becoming too close and you put a hand on his chest stopping him.

“Jungkook...” you murmur softly but he only puts his hand over yours pulling you in and kissing you.

He holds you in place kissing you softly like he’s afraid he’d break you. The little kiss is innocent as he pulls away while biting his lip. You breathe out opening your eyes.

“What...” you trail off shocked from what has just happened.

“God, I wanted to do that for so long.” he admits shamelessly and you open your mouth in shock.

“Why would you do that?” you somehow manage to say as he chuckles. It’s not that you didn’t like it, you did. And you’re scared of that feeling because you want more.

“You didn’t like it?” he asks innocently but his eyes sparkles with cockiness. He enjoys this and you scoff.

“No,” you cross your arms over your chest making your breasts peek out from your top. Jungkook’s eyes follows the movement and he shamelessly stares at them. “Yah!” you scold him covering your chest.

“Oh, come on! We just kissed!” he exclaims laughing at you. You can’t believe you kissed him. Well, you can’t believe he kissed you. Whatever, you both kissed each other.

“You kissed me!” you exclaim this time frowning at him.

“And you liked it!”

“No, I didn’t—“ You’re cut off by his lips being pressed roughly on yours. He moves his lips skillfully and damn, this boy can kiss so good. He rummages your mouth with his tongue pulling you more to him. His hand gripping your neck as he hold you in your place. You move your lips against his enjoying the sweet taste of his lips. He stops leaning his forehead against yourself trying to calm down his breathing.

“Did you like it, Noona? Hm?” he whispers and you almost whimper at the seductive tone he has. You push him away slightly with a scowl on your lips and he almost pouts wanting to pull you closer to him.

“Jungguk, stop playing around.” you scold him feeling embarrassed you just kissed with Jungkook. The same Jungkook you watched growing up into an adult.

“Do you think I’m playing around?” he asks serious, any sign of playfulness long gone. “Oh, I’m serious, Noona.” he smirks at you.

You visibly gulp sitting there frozen while your lips are tingling. He grabs your hips putting you onto his hip while you screech.

“I like this much better,” he says looking up at you while you’re peering at him surprisingly.

But you don’t pull away simply enjoying how good it feels to sit on his lap. You shamelessly feel the slight bulge above your entrance. He burrows his face into your breasts inhaling your scent while you’re sitting on him all dumbfounded.

“Umm, Jungguk—“ you try to speak but he cuts you off.

“Shhh, let’s enjoy this.” he says his voice muffled by your skin.

You feel his hot breath on your skin and you hold his figure closer to you. You feel the little smirk on his lips against your skin before he starts pecking it making his way from your breasts to your neck. Blushing, you bit your lip when you feel him getting harder in his pants. He feels getting harder but he doesn’t do anything even though he needs to feel some friction between your bodies — he wants you to do the next move and luckily enough, you do. Without too much thinking you buckle your hips, brushing against his bulge and both of you moan immediately.

“Oh, shit I didn’t—“ you whimper as he thrust his hips upwards, your crotches colliding together. “Oh my god,” you moan out throwing you head back at the amazing feeling.

He starts moving your body so your crotches brushes against each other. But it’s not enough — the slight pleasure you’re feeling is not enough.

“I need more.” you breathe out and Jungguk slightly pulls away to look at your face.

“Are you sure?” he asks scanning your face but you quickly nod.

He chuckles at you massaging your hips. You feel your arousal between your legs, the way it’s slowly dripping damping your underwear.

“What do you want, Noona?” he asks looking at you innocently before cocky grin makes appearance on his face.

“I want you to touch me,” you answer quietly and he hums in acknowledgment. He grabs your T-shirt silently asking for your permission. You nod and in one swift movement he takes off your T-shirt leaving you in your bra and leggings covering your legs.

“Jungkook,” you whine in anticipation and he chuckles.

“You’re not very patient, Noona.” he comments with cocky tone and you roll your eyes. He slaps your ass making you jerk away gaping at him. “Stop rolling your eyes at me.”

It’s your turn to chuckle at him in amusement. “I think you’re forgetting that I’m older than you.” you say with authoritative tone. His hands caressing your naked skin on your hips stops.

“Who cares about the age? I certainly don’t.” he remarks bitterly kissing one of your breasts.

You feel your nipples hard against the material of your bra and you want nothing more than to take it off. So you do. You reach back slowly taking it off surprising Jungguk. His eyes immediately spots your naked breasts and he doesn’t wait a second, simply dipping his head taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp at the way his tongue swirles against it before he starts sucking your nipples.

“Should I continue?” he asks breathlessly and you’re quick to nod.

“Tell me.” he insists and you obey.

“Yes, please continue.” he smiles putting you on his couch as you lay down.

He takes off your leggings leaving you only in your panties. You look down, your eyes widening at sight. Your unmatching underwear is nowhere attractive and you blush in embarrassment.

“I didn’t know this would happened, so my underwear—“ Jungkook laughs pulling your feet up, bringing his lips to kiss your knee.

“I don’t care about your underwear,” he speaks glancing at your for a moment.

You can’t believe this is happening.

You, almost all naked at front of Jungkook.

But you’ve no regrets simply anticipating his next move. “Can I take these off?” he says pulling your panties before letting it go. It slaps against your wet entrance and you bite into your lip.

“Yes,” you breathe out and that’s all he needs for him to start pulling it against your legs slowly revealing your wet entrance.

“Beautiful,” he says looking between your legs before giving you a quick glance. You freaking blush at his words wanting to close your legs but he holds them in place before you could. “So pink,” he mumbles kissing your ankle. “Can I taste you, Noona? Will you allow me to?” God, this boy is playing with you and you’re so up for it.

“Fuck,” you shiver at the feeling of his fingers tracing random patterns on your ankle. “Yes, taste me.”

But he stands up and you immediately lean against your elbows to look at him. He takes off his T-shirt revealing his abs and you drool at the sight. This boy keeps working out and it definitely pays off.

“It’s fucking hot in here,” he grumbles annoyed and you giggle.

It’s true, it was really warm when you came in and now it’s definitely getting hotter in here. You watch him as he shifts the hem of his sweatpants. You can see the outline of his hard length and you clench your legs together. He smirks and you embarrassingly look away. This kid will kill you, that’s for sure. He reaches for something on the table and your curious self can’t hold yourself, watching what he’s doing. He grabs the whip cream shaking it wilth little smirk on his lips.

“What are you doing?” you ask unsurely watching him as he comes back to his place. In one hand holding the whip cream, he uses the other one to pull your legs apart. He watches your entrance glisten and he feels himself twitch in his boxers.

“You’re driving me crazy, fuck.” he rasps out as he shakes the whip cream. “Do you trust me?” he suddenly asks and you widen your eyes.

“Huh?” you lay there dumbfounded looking as Jungguk sits on his knees in front of you.

“Do you trust me, Noona?” you gulp as he caress your ankles with light touch.

His eyes glisten in the light — those same eyes which looked shy when you first met him. He barely looked at you. That shy kid who was avoiding you to that point you thought he’s scared of you. You were there — his first heartbreak when he locked himself in the room not letting in anyone. You knocked on his door as he yelled ‘I don’t want to talk’ without knowing who’s behind the door. Not that he’d opened the door because you’re there — he was angry at everyone but mostly hurt from his first heartbreak. That day, you’ve talked to him through the door trying to take his mind off by talking nonsense. Both of you sitting against the door with your backs.

“I do.” you answer confidently and he smiles at you.

Not a smirk in the hottest way like he's able to do, he just genuinely smiles at you. Happy by your words. He sprays the whip cream on your heat as you squirm when you feel the cold substance on your most sensitive part. He lays down between your legs quickly dipping his head and latching his lips on you. You gasp out loudly rolling your eyes back when you feel him sucking the whip cream. He eats it like he’s been hungry for days while you’re gasping for air. You clutch your hands around Jungkook’s expensive couch. Thrusting into his mouth he moans at the feeling. His whole nose and chin stained by your wetness and whip cream but he doesn’t care. The heat pooling in your stomach is enough for you to star clenching uncomfortably.

“Come on, Noona. Cum for me.” he says with raspy voice and that’s all it takes for you to let go.

Your thighs shake while Jungkook tries to swallow all of your cum. He moans at the taste of you on his tastebuds. He gives your clit small kiss causing you to flinch at the overstimulate feeling. He rises to his knees simply watching you fucked out state looking so vulnerable and sexy at the same time — laying there naked just for him to see.

“Where did you learn that?” you pant out breathlessly slowly sitting up covering your naked breasts which causes Jungkook to frown. He doesn’t like that you’re hiding from him. “That was... amazing.” you admit which he smirks at.

“I told you, Noona. I’m not a little boy anymore,” he smirks at you standing up revealing his huge bulge in his sweatpants.

You bit your lip at the sight. You don’t even see him exposed and you’re already drooling. You’re surprised when he lays beside you cuddling you to his side. He grabs one of your breasts holding it in his big palm.

“What are you doing?” you ask quietly feeling his breath on the back of your neck. It tickles but you don’t move away. Enjoying his naked chest on your back.

“Let’s cuddle.” he mumbles into your hair and you scowl.

That’s what he wants to do? To... cuddle?

You can feel his length digging into your lower back waiting for attention. But he doesn’t say nor do anything, simply holding you in his arms while inhaling your scent.

“But you’re—“ you try to say, not feeling like it’s fair. You’ve reached your orgasm while Jungguk is painfully hard.

“Shhh, forget it. I’m fine.” he shushes you but you don’t let it go. You pull away from him sitting up ignoring his mischievous eyes on your breasts.

“At least let me...” you trail off not really knowing what to propose. ‘Let me blow you?’ he smirks at you seeing you struggling. “Or we could just...” His eyes snap to yours eyes widening little bit at your suggestion.

“Are you sure? Because... there’s no turning back once we’ve sex.” he tells you waiting for your final answer. He lays there watching you with curious eyes half naked. You should take this opportunity because damn, this guy is a piece of art.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Fuck me, Jungkook.” you tell him loudly and he growls at how sexy you sound. He sits up pulling you onto his lap.

He leans against the seat back kissing your breasts.

“You really love them, right?” you chuckle humorously but quickly groan when he bites your nipple.

“They’re fucking amazing.” he says amazed and it warms your heart.

You’ve always been little bit self conscious about your breasts. It’s not like you are not comfortable with their size or anything, more like what would other guys think about them. It’s stupid thing to even think about this, but you can’t help it. You stand up on your knees ready to pull his sweatpants down when he grips your wrist stopping you. Thinking he’s stopping all of this you’re ready to feel embarrassed. But he quickly searches your face before smiling.

“Are you sure?” he asks one last time and you nod not ready to wait any longer.

He leans back slowly caressing your thighs letting you know you can continue. You pull down his sweatpants just enough to let his length spring free.

“You aren’t wearing your boxers?” you question him and he laughs at you shaking his head.

“No, I forgot to put them on. You came little bit earlier.”

Really? You didn’t realize you’ve come earlier.

You chuckle averting your gaze to his length. It’s slightly curled making it a perfect angle. His size isn’t that huge like you can find on porn sites staring with men with abnormally huge cocks. But it’s still big and thick in width. He lets you to curiously look at him almost like you’ve never seen one in your life.

“You aren’t virgin, right?” he asks just to be sure, since you’re looking at him that way.

You look at him bewildered by his question and he awkwardly scratches himself on the back of his head.

“It’s not a problem, if you’re. I just don’t know if I’d like to take your virginity, it should be someone you love and...” you actually laugh at his little ramble while his blushed cheeks contrasts with his creamy tan skin.

“Jungkook,” you say making him hum. “Shut up. I’m not a virgin.” Laughing you shake your head at him.

It’s not that you should be ashamed even if you were one. You’re twenty five but that doesn’t mean you necessarily had to have your virginity taken. He breathes out almost like he’d be afraid you are. Even if he wanted to be the one to take your possible but not existing virginity, he’s much more of a man than that. He’d stop even if he doesn’t want you because he never really craved for someone like you.

“So why’re you looking at it like you have never seen one?” he asks with his mouth open eyes adverting to his length wondering if something’s wrong with it. No one ever complained about it so...

“I did,” you shrug. “I just have never seen one like yours.” you answer shamelessly and he blushes. Jeon Jungkook blushes at you hating the feel of his red cheeks.

“Are you?”

”Am I what?” he asks confused and kind of tired of this conversation.

He’s too needy for you and he wants to feel you warmth wrapped around him. There’s already pre-cum on his cock, that’s how desperate he is for you.

“Are you a virgin?” you ask feeling the same thing like Jungkook.

You wouldn’t want to take something like that from him, even if it isn’t that precious to men. You feel like they don’t care for that kind of stuff. But the way Jungkook ate you out — using the whip cream and you can’t help but blush at the memory — you’re sure he has to have some experience at least.

“Hell no.” he scoffs at you and you slap his chest.

“I just wanted to be sure.” you mumble and he puts away some hair strands from your face.

“Can I fuck you now?” he asks and this time you’re the one who scoffs.

“Wow, such a gentleman.”

“I can be,” he shrugs. “But I just want to really fuck you.” he says honestly and you chuckle at him.

“Then fuck me.” His eyes sparks at your words already lining himself against your entrance but you stop him.

“Wait,” he almost rolls his eyes at you. He was so close to finally feel you. You’re annoyingly cute, he’ll admit that. “Condom?” he almost whines at you throwing his head back.

But he doesn’t move he looks at you with hopeful eyes and you shake your head.

Even though you want nothing more than to feel him bare — just like Jungkook wants you to — you don’t want to risk anything. And it’s not like you don’t trust him, because stupidly to say, you do. You just want to be careful and he gets that. He groans setting you on the couch before awkwardly scurrying away in his sweatpants. He doesn’t pull them down nor he pulls them up; quickly heading to his bedroom. He comes back with a condom in his hand showing it to you with raised brow and you give him thumbs up. He puts it on and you don’t waste one single second, quickly sitting on his lap. You raise yourself as he slowly guides his tip to your entrance. You both moan as he coats himself with your arousal and previous cum. You slowly slide down on him taking his entire length in one go making you gasp out. He entwines his fingers into your soft hair pulling you to his lips. He kisses you in praise how good you take him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans as you slowly lift yourself before dropping onto his length.

He can’t believe he’s fucking inside of you, feeling your velvet walls welcoming him in warmth. You’re balancing yourself while holding his broad shoulders which you’re digging your nails into but you don’t care. You pick up your pace — the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs echoes through the room. It turns you on even more and you clench around him making him gasp into your mouth. He’s fiddling with your clit causing you to see starts. You lean your forehead against his feeling his cock hitting all the right places.

“Oh my god,” you moan out when he pinches your clit. He chuckles darkly looking up at you.

“You like that, hmm? Your cunt wrapped around my cock?” You never thought you’re a fan of dirty talk but the way he says it with his dark voice and lust filled eyes cuases you to clench around him tight.

“Yes!” you pant shutting your eyes off suddenly feeling as he tucks his fingers under your chin.

“Look at me, Noona. Look at me while you’re fucking yourself on me.” he pleads and you slowly open your eyes, looking at him with hooded eyes.

He freaking smile at you with his bunny boyish grin. That similar grin. The one your best friend has.

Jina.

You suddenly stop, the guilt slowly creeping its way out. She’s going to fucking kill you — the both of you if she ever founds out. You can’t believe you’re fucking her little brother. The one she helped to raise and here you’re, having him inside of you.

“Y/N?” you hear him say but you’re too deep in your thought.

“Noona? Are you okay? Why would you stop?” he asks a hurt flashing through his eyes wondering if he hurt you somehow.

“Jina...” you mumble and his eyes widen at hearing his sister’s name. “We can’t do this.” you mumble but not moving away from him.

He can feel how much you want him, your arousal slowly dripping down Jungkook’s balls. He scoffs thrusting up causing you to jerk and moan out loud.

“We can,” he says sternly thrusting his hips slowly at you. You grip his shoulder thighly while enjoying the feel of his cock slowly hitting your g-spot. “We both want this.” he picks up his pace and you become a moaning mess.

“But Jina—“ you try to talk but he thrusts harshly into you. You’re hot and cute, but he really wants to tape your mouth right now.

“Fuck Jina, I don’t care about her.” he says breathlessly feeling his balls tighten. You clench around him uncontrollably feeling your second orgasm approaching you.

“But—“

“You. Talk. Too. Fucking. Much.” he says with each thrust pinching your clit and that’s all it takes for you to come down.

You clench around him cumming while he keeps thrusting into you. He chases his climax grunting through gritted teeth gripping your hips so hard you’re sure it’s going to bruise later on. You flinch from the overstimulation quietly begging Jungguk to stop, but he doesn’t listen. He’s hitting your g-spot again and just like that, you’re cumming again. He groans his thrusts getting sloppy. Jungguk let’s out low moan emptying himself into the condom and you wish you could feel him bare, but it had to be like this. He thrusts one last time before throwing his head back breathing heavily.

“You’re fucking amazing.” he praises you with his closed eyes and you smile.

You lift yourself, his now soft cock sliding off of you. He removes the condom with scrunched nose quickly tying it down while you chuckle at him. He stands up pulling his sweatpants up before throwing out the condom in the nearest bin. When he comes back, you’re putting your clothes back on and he pouts.

“I can’t believe I just fucked you.” he mumbles in realization but cocky grin making its appearance on his lips.

You glare at him. “Have some manners, boy.”

This time he glares at you with a cocky scoff. “Boy, I think I showed you I’m not a boy anymore.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you wave him off with teasing grin and he growls.

“I can show you again. Just give me a few minutes, baby.”

“I’m older than you!” you exclaim with a laugh. His eyes crinkles at the end laughing with you.

“I’m aware, Noona.” he says with soft smile and you blush masking it with a laugh. He comes closer kissing you once last time before there’s a loud knock on the door.

“Is that...?” You question out quietly causing him to pull away slightly.

“Jungkook?”

Jina.

You can hear her rustling with a keys and Jungkook’s eyes widen before throwing your pants at you. “You gave her keys?” you whisper shout at him quickly putting your pants off.

“I didn’t think she would ever use them!” he whispers at you quickly putting his T-shirt.

“Fuck!” you whisper in anger when you can’t seem to get the little button into the little hole on your pants.

Your fingers are fidgeting nervously and Jungkook kneels in front of you quickly doing it for you. He stands up giving you a quick kiss before you hear the front door open. You both jump onto the couch, the both of you on each side of it.

“Hey, you didn’t hear me knock?” Jina says coming into the living room, still wearing her working attire.

She looks at you the both of you when none of you answer her and you glance at Jungkook in panic. Luckily, he gets the message right away.

“Oh sorry, we’re watching movie.” he smiles at his sister innocently and you almost want to laugh at his great act.

“What’s whip cream doing here?” she asks pointing to the can of whipped cream thrown on his coffee table. The color of your face drains and you gulp but Jungkook’s already got you.

“Y/N brought it here, she claimed it’s really good so I had to try it.” he tells his sister and she nods in approval.

“It’s really good, right? It tastes like heaven!” she exclaims remembering all the times you both ate only strawberries with whip cream.

Jungkook looks at you with mischievous grin before saying to his sister; “It really does, indeed.” You gulp looking at him with wide eyes, his sister and your best friend completely obvious to your stares.

But Jungkook isn’t done. He stares at you deadly looking into your eyes as he smirks at you.

“I wouldn’t mind trying it again.”

#bts #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #방탄소년단 #bts smut #bts au #jungkook x reader #bts requests #jungguk x reader

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Halfway There || Choi Soobin

➳ When feelings you thought have changed do a complete 180 in the midst of a total disaster.

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 4.2k

↳ genre: fluff, angst?, medical au

↳ trigger warnings: mass shooting (NOT DESCRIBED BUT MENTIONED A LOT), mentions of suicide, panic attacks, multiple gunshot casualties, minor character deaths

↳Trigger warning note: PLEASE BE CAREFUL IN READING THIS FIC. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE THINGS LISTED ABOVE--PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED UNDER THE KEEP READING SIGN. this is in no way romanticizing a shooting or anything mentioned in the warnings above--but this is a medical fic that takes place in an emergency room in the midst of a disaster, and i found that this situation is usually dealt with in the medical field would be plausible for the emergencies they would be able to respond to but still be able to interact with.

↳ a/n: With regards to the general plot between Soobin and Y/N,,,, i had no idea what i was writing man i did this on a spur at 3am. Please be careful in reading, and please tread lightly. otherwise, enjoy this weird soobin fic i wrote because there are no soobin fics for me to read anymore hAHA pls send me some.

Screams, wheels on linoleum floors, beeping.

All those noises are tuned out by Y/N as she panted, two defibrillators in her hands.

“Charge again. 600 this time. You, move.” Y/N commanded, pushing the patient’s brother away. “No one near the patient. We ready?”

Beomgyu, Y/N’s best friend and co-doctor, nodded firmly.

“Alright. Three, two, one.” Y/N said, voice alert. “Charge.”

The patient’s body lurched.

Y/N’s head turned to the heart monitor, cursing at the unmoving flat line.

“Shit, again. 800. Ready?”

“Yep.”

“3, 2, 1. Charge.” Y/N commanded, defibrillators firmly planted on the patient’s chest.

The patient lurched once more, and a slow beeping started.

Y/N and Beomgyu looked up at the heart monitor which now projected varying sizes of spikes—the patient’s heart was beeping again.

“Alright, he’s stable for now. Wheel him in, OR-5.” Y/N sighed, handing the defibrillator to a nearby nurse.

“Dr. Jeon is in, we’ll page him.” Beomgyu smiled, already on his pager.

As soon as the patient was rolled out of the emergency room and into the operating room, Y/N crashed into the spare bed.

“When will this end?”

“When your shift ends 4 hours from now.” Beomgyu chuckled, ruffling Y/N’s hair.

Y/N raised her head, pouting at him. “I just wanna go get some sleep, babe.”

Beomgyu laughed and pulled her up. “I don’t think we could, but what we can do is get some coffee at the Starbucks across the street.”

“You’re treating me?”

“You’re such a freeloader, but fine.”

“You have got to be kidding me right now.” Y/N groaned as she pushed the cafe’s door open.

There sat Huening Kai, her cousin and resident doctor, happily sipping on an iced americano next to Taehyun, his best friend from college.

Across them sat Yeonjun, one of the senior doctors of the hospital and next to him is Yeonjun’s best friend, Soobin.

Soobin.

Choi Soobin—she dreaded his entire existence.

Soobin, peacefully munching on a donut, heard the loud complaint from his seat and his eyes immediately darted over to the girl at the door.

“Y/N-ie!” Yeonjun greeted.

“Hey, Junie.” Y/N smiled politely, frowning at Soobin as she approached their table.

“Hey, troublemakers.” Y/N greeted, her hand landing on Hueningkai and Taehyun’s heads.

“Your mentor teaching you how to slack, huh?” Beomgyu teased, walking towards the line.

“Actually,” Yeonjun raised his finger. “I am not their mentor.”

“All the more. Besides, you’re still teaching them to slack.” Y/N chirped.

“You’re one to talk, you’re here too!” Yeonjun whined.

Soobin chuckled, causing Y/N to shoot him a glare. “Can I help you?”

Soobin stopped abruptly, shaking his head softly.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu exchanged glances as Y/N started doting on Hyuka.

Soobin quietly stood up, excusing himself for the comfort room.

Yeonjun turned to Y/N and whined. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem is that you’re a fully-grown adult, a medicine graduate and a practicing doctor and yet you still act like such a child.” Y/N shrugged.

“Boo.” Yeonjun huffed.

“Yeonjun,” Beomgyu sighed. “He meant what’s your problem with Soobin?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“They used to date!” Hyuka chirped from his seat, causing Y/N to turn over to him.

“Oh, yeah. They got it on all the time at their house, Soobin was there almost everyday then.” Taehyun giggled, silencing immediately at Y/N’s sharped glare.

“You what?” Yeonjun asked, his eyes wide. “Oh my god.”

“Still finding out your name is Daniel was a bigger surprise, Daniel.”

“My name is also Yeonjun. Both are my names.” Yeonjun groaned.

“Bad break-up?”

“No, kind of?” Y/N sighed, eyes locking with Soobin who just sat down. “Soobin just gave me a good wake-up call.”

Soobin frowned. “Look, can you get over it? It was almost six years ago.”

“Seeing my ex make out with my best friend the day after we broke up was seems kind of like a hate-you-for-the-rest-of-my-life material, doesn’t it, Binnie?” Y/N said, voice emotionless and smile empty.

As Soobin opened his mouth to answer his defense, six simultaneous beeps sounded out.

The six doctors exchanged glances before checking their respective pagers.

Code brown. Shooter at Seoul Community College. First patients ETA 10 min.

Years ago...

Y/N’s eyes watered as Soobin bit his lip, his head bowed down low.

“No, no.” Y/N whispered, her eyes leaking tears—but she didn’t sob.

She was quiet, and Soobin thought that hurt more than anything else.

“W-Why?” Y/N asked. “You told me you wouldn’t give up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Soobin, you said you loved me.” Y/N looked up, locking eyes with him. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me.”

Soobin gulped, looking at the side.

Of course, he loved her.

Soobin actually thinks he’s never loved anyone more than he loves Y/N.

But he can’t.

Soobin loved Y/N—a bit too much.

Too much that he was willing to throw everything away, that he was willing to just drop everything to be at Y/N’s beck and call.

Too much that he thought that he might suffer for it.

He might stop paying attention to class.

Too much that he thought of proposing, dropping is course and getting married, getting her pregnant and starting a family and a business.

That wasn’t in his plan.

When he said he wanted to be a doctor, his family made a lot of adjustments—budget cuts, his older brother going to a less prestigious college to save money, his parents taking on multiple jobs—just to give him his dream.

And now, he was here and thinking of dropping it all for a girl.

So, yes.

He did love Y/N, but he had to choose.

“I can’t, because I do love you, Y/N.” Soobin smiled sadly. “I have to love myself and my family more.”

“Soobin, I don’t understand. I don’t—just—tell me.”

Soobin only shook his head, any explanation he would offer would be useless.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

Y/N, red-eyed and face swollen, finally found the courage to haul herself out of bed to get some food from a nearby cafe.

After a few hours of crying, Y/N fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning to an empty bed when she usually woke up on Soobin’s bare chest made another fresh wave of tears flow out of her body until she was out and had to reload—eat and drink.

As soon as she turned to the corner, her eyes fixed on her best friend.

Seo Yeon sat on the lap of a tall, brown-haired man practically sucking his face off.

What made Y/N stop was when they pulled away, Soobin’s face becoming visible.

Seo Yeon giggled before pressing a few kisses to his neck as Y/N walked over to them slowly.

“I thought you were busy Seo Yeon.” Y/N said, causing Seo Yeon to fumble off of Soobin.

“I-I was, Y/N-ie.” Seo Yeon mumbled as she stood awkwardly next to Soobin in his chair.

Soobin only sighed.

“Busy sucking the face off of the love of my life?” Y/N growled, out of character from her usualy calm demeanor.

Soobin’s head shot up, gaze soft but shocked at Y/N.

Seo Yeon pursed her lips. “Didn’t you guys break up?”

“You didn’t know that,” Y/N smiled dangerously. “I would’ve told you if you picked up the phone, but you didn’t. Did Soobin tell you?”

“No.” Soobin hummed, his gaze set on Y/N.

“Fucking snake.” Y/N chuckled, picking up Soobin’s cold brew and pouring it over Seo Yeon’s head.

Seo Yeon’s high pitched-screech sounded out as the beverage spilled over her head and stained her clothes.

Y/N turned her head over to Soobin, a menacing glare on her face as she hissed. “I thought you fucking loved me.”

“I did,” Soobin said, settling in his chair. “I always will.”

“Bullshit.” Y/N hissed before turning, pulling her hair in a high ponytail as she angrily stepped over to the cafe counter to order.

Soobin only sighed as the cafe’s door closed. “This was the only way to make you believe I don’t anymore.”

On a totally random Wednesday, Y/N found herself breathing heavily as she rushed from patient to patient.

She, Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Hyuka all pulled on their coats as soon as they read the pager’s message and bolted back to the emergency room to prepare for the incoming patients.

The last she saw, a running Hyuka was fixing the IV of a patient being wheeled to the operating room, with Taehyun pushing the bed and rambling about Dr. Kim.

Yeonjun was screaming earlier about joules—probably using a defibrillator.

Beomgyu crashed in on her cot earlier as she was giving chest compressions to a gunshot victim, stealing gauzes before bolting to the neighboring cot.

Y/N panted as she opened the next cot, empty.

Soobin entered right after her, sighing as he collapsed on the empty bed.

“That’s for the patient.” Y/N panted, readying herself to stand and move to the next cot before Soobin groaned, pulling out his phone to narrate the situation.

“The shooter’s daughter was bullied and killed herself. So, he came to the university and killed everyone he thought was responsible.” Soobin narrated, sitting up and breathing slowly. “He’s still shooting.”

“Shit, so more patients incoming.” Y/N cursed.

“Definitely.” Soobin sighed as he stood and pulled the curtain open, only to be greeted with another patient—a gunshot wound on his chest, abdomen and leg.

“Oh my god.” Y/N gasped, waving the responders in.

Soobin immediately set to action, pulling out IVs and preparing the heart monitor.

“Dr. Choi, get a nurse.”

“There’s no time, and they’re all busy.” Soobin refused. “I’ll be your nurse for now.”

Y/N cursed before springing into action, taking the cords for the heart monitor to help him set it up.

“He’s got a weak heart beat and were losing a lot of blood.” Y/N hissed.

“Fuck, what’s your blood type?” Soobin asked, looking up at the patient whose gaze was hazy. “Sir? Sir!”

The patient muttered incoherently, causing Y/N to face him as his eyes closed. “Hey, hey. Stay with us.”

The patient breathed heavily before forcing his eyes open to let out another incoherent murmur. “Sir! Wake up!”

“Fuck,” Soobin said, turning to pull out a fresh batch of gauzes to press to the wounds. “Sir!”

Y/N cursed. “Fuck this.”

Soobin’s eyes widened as Y/N grabbed the man and shook him away. “Hey, buddy! Don’t sleep!”

The man blinked before softly muttering out. “Blood…O…Blood…Type of… O…”

Soobin grinned, turning over to Y/N and smiling softly. “Thanks, sir.”

“You gotta stay awake with us. Okay, buddy? We’ll get you out.” Y/N faced him. “Get the blood, doofus. We need at least 3 pints.”

“Roger.”

After Soobin and Y/N wheeled their patient into an operating room, leaving him to the care of Dr. Moon before running back to the emergency room.

At least 10 more patients were rolled in while they were occupied.

Y/N immediately bolted over to Hyuka, who looked panicked as he straddled a victim.

“Kai, get off, I’ll do it!”

Kai pulled himself off of the patient, and Y/N immediately plopped herself over the body.

“Count for me, a hundred a minute. Ready?”

Soobin’s eyes fixated on Y/N as he dashed to another cot with a ma and a stab wound.

She never looked more beautiful to him than she did a while ago, saving a life right in front of him.

Several cardiac arrests and chest compressions later, Y/N found herself at a loss in the middle of the emergency room as patients were wheeled in continuously.

“Is it still on-going?” Y/N asked as Beomgyu rushed past.

“It’s an open fire now,” Yeonjun answered for Beomgyu.

“Fuck,” Y/N cursed as a patient was pushed to a cot next to her, a black ribbon tied to the bed.

“Doc, we need someone to call it in so we can use the cot for other patients.” The head nurse rushed, causing Y/N to purse her lips and enter the cot.

The patient was a young woman, seemingly in her mid-20s, and her soft face made her look like she was just asleep—but Y/N knew better, she knew what the ribbon meant.

Y/N raised her watch, glancing at the dark lines forming numbers that would ultimately mark the last minutes of this girl.

“Time of death, 6:53 P.M.”

The nurse thanked Y/N, setting a blanket over the patient’s face before a quick transfer from the bed to a gurney was done and the nurses started to change the bedsheets for the next patient.

Soobin’s groan and Hyuka’s voice sounded from the cot across Y/N causing her to peek over.

Hyuka panted as he fluttered around the patient’s bedside.

“Hey, Hey! Minho, stay with me!” Hyuka hissed as he shook the body.

“Min Ho?” Y/N asked, walking forward. “Son Min Ho?”

Y/N looked down at her and Hyuka’s childhood best friend on the cot, Soobin working tirelessly as he tried to do chest compressions.

“Y/N, can you press on the wound?”

Y/N’s gasped, her eyes watering once more as she grabbed gauze pads and started pressing down on the multiple gun shot wounds on Minho’s body.

At the back of her mind, she knew that there was nothing they could do—he was gone as soon as she heard the flatline.

She didn’t know why her body reacted when Soobin pulled a black ribbon out of his pocket.

“No, No!”

Hyuka was silent, sitting down with a blank expression as Y/N shook her head.

“Choi, no, stop.” Y/N shook her head. “I can save him—I can save him!”

“Y/N.” Hyuka said softly, looking up at Y/N. “It’s over.”

“No, no.” Y/N gasped. “Not until I say so.”

“Y/N!”

“We’re not losing Minho, okay!” Y/N muttered, pulling the black ribbon out of Soobin’s hands and throwing it to the side. “No.”

“Y/N.” Beomgyu said as he entered the cot.

“No!”

Y/N climbed the bed, straddling Minho. “I can do this, fuck the heart monitor. Beomgyu, a hundred compressions a minute.”

“Y/N, stop it.” Beomgyu said, trying to pull her off.

“No? Fine. I’ll do it myself. Fuck you.” Y/N cursed at Beomgyu, her chest heaving fast as he pressed her palms on her friend’s body.

He was cold, but she paid no attention to it.

No, he’ll be fine.

“One, Two, Three—”

“Y/N!” Soobin’s deep voice boomed as he forcefully lifted Y/N off Minho’s body and plopped her on the floor where she unceremoniously dropped.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu helped several nurses transfer Minho to a gurney for the morgue as Taehyun consoled a silent Hyuka.

“I didn’t—I could’ve saved him—I could’ve…” Y/N muttered, rambling over and over.

“Y/N?” Beomgyu asked as he stepped forward.

“Panic attack.” Hyuka suddenly said.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Soobin said, his fingers snapping in front of her. “Look at me. Count with me.”

“I c-could’ve saved h-him.” Y/N continued, ignoring Soobin. “He c-can still live, b-bring him b-back. I can s-save h-him.”

“Think about family, think about friends. Your house in the country, your relatives there, your neighbors—“ Soobin abruptly stopped at Y/N’s glare.

“No, okay. Don’t think about it. Hold your breath.” Soobin said, causing Y/N to breathe heavier.

“I c-can’t.”

“You have to.”

“I r-really c-can’t, C-Choi!”

“Fine.” Soobin hissed before leaning in and pressing his lips on hers.

Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Hyuka all froze, eyes trained on Y/N and Soobin.

Y/N slowly responded to the kiss before pulling away.

Soobin breathed heavily, leaning his forehead on hers as he closed his eyes.

“Wait—what?” Yeonjun muttered.

“What was that for?” Y/N asked silently.

“You had to hold your breath, and you weren’t.” Soobin said softly as Beomgyu started to usher the others (mainly Yeonjun, who stillw anted to peek) out of the cot. “When I kissed you, you held your breath.”

“Y-You can’t do that.” Y/N breathed out.

Soobin only shook his head before leaning back in, swiftly pressing his lips on hers.

Y/N let out a soft breath, leaning back and running her hand through Soobin’s hair as their lips moved in sync.

Soobin raised his hands to grasp her waist, pushing deeper and angling his head.

Y/N groaned and wrapped her leg around his torso, pulling him closer.

Soobin moved his lips down, kissing from her lips, to her jaw and proceeding to suck a mark on her neck.

“Soobin,” Y/N grunted, sighing.

Soobin hummed, pressing his lips to hers once more.

It was then that Y/N suddenly opened her eyes and pushed him away.

“No, No. This can’t be happening again, not after I just got over this.” Y/N said, groaning as she scooted away.

“Y/N, wait—“

“You hurt me.” Y/N said, turning over to him. “You broke up with me.”

“I thought it was best at the time.” Soobin whispered.

“I loved you.”

“So did I,” Soobin said, taking her hand and pressing a soft kiss on it. “and I still do. I never stopped.”

“Bullshit,” Y/N hissed, ripping her hand away from Soobin’s grasp and running it through her hair. “Stop saying shit you don’t mean.”

“How do you know I don’t mean it?” Soobin challenged, irritated.

“Maybe because I saw you making out with my so-called best friend the day after you left.” Y/N hissed.

“It was the only way to get you to believe that I didn’t love you anymore!” Soobin argued, standing up. “All these years, I never stopped thinking about you.”

“Bullshit, why’d you break up with me?”

“Because I was ready to drop everything to marry you!” Soobin said, his hands flinging around in anger.

Y/N froze, speechless.

“I loved you too much, I thought maybe that’s bad for me. I was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” Soobin whispered.

“Then-Then, why?” Y/N asked as Soobin walked forward and pulled her in once more, leaning his forehead on hers.

Soobin sighed and pressed another kiss on her lips.

Y/N pulled away, breathing heavily. “Soobin, why?”

“Y/N, I never wanted to let you go, but the hardest decisions always seem like the good ones.” Soobin explained, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Y/N’s head.

“Oh,” Y/N replied, swallowing a lump on her throat. “Was i never a good decision to you?”

Soobin shook his head. “I don’t know. It was so easy to love you, maybe that’s why I thought you were bad for me.”

Y/N sighed and pushed him away gently. “No.”

“Y/N?”

Y/N stopped, opening the curtain to the cot and turning to face Soobin with pursed lips.

“You know, I wouldve done all that I could to hold on to you, but when I saw you with her, I thought you wanted me to go. It’s nice to know you didn’t.”

“I never wanted you to go, I still dont.” Soobin said, reaching out to grasp Y/N’s hand.

“I don’t believe you anymore.”

Y/N gave a sad smile, placing a soft kiss on Soobin’s hand before turning and leaving him alone.

Next to them was the distinct sound of a heart monitor flatlining.

Y/N heaved, inserting a tube in the patient’s chest after making a fast incision.

Y/N waited for a while until the patient stabilized.

“Keep him in observation. Once Dr. Seo clears up wheel him in and say he had tension pneumothorax.” Y/N yawned and patted the nurse at the back. “He’ll be alright for now.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll take over now.” Taehyun says, ruffling Y/N’s hair as Hyuka enters the cot.

“Y/N, you look horrible.” Hyuka gasps, causing Taehyun to snort in laughter.

“Thanks, cousin. Nice to hear.” Y/N replied, voice laced heavily with sarcasm.

Hyuka held his hands up. “I’m just saying.”

“He’s not wrong,” Beomgyu sighed, entering the cots and leaning on the bed. “You should get some sleep.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, I’m serious.” Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’ll drop dead any minute. I’d rather you get a nap before you become an extra patient here.”

Y/N pursed her lips as she peeked out the cot, running her eyes through the emergency room.

It was a little bit calmer now, a stark difference from the chaotic messy room it was earlier.

“You guys will be fine?”

“We got it,” Hyuka smiled.

“Go to the break room, get some sleep.” Beomgyu pushed Y/N lightly. “We’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay, sheesh. Will do.” Y/N shook her head and started to trek her way to the second floor.

It was now silent, the break room situated between patient’s private rooms for peace and quiet while doctors take their rests.

Y/N entered the room silently, her eyes locking over a lone figure laying down on one of the bunk beds—an arm covering his eyes.

As she closed the door, Soobin sat up slowly.

“I was waiting for you.”

“Did Beomgyu and the others put you up to this?” Y/N sighed.

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “But Yeonjun sent me up to get some rest, and I knew it was a matter of time before Beomgyu sent you up, too. So, I waited.”

“So, you waited.” Y/N hummed. “Soobin, what exactly do you want from me?”

Soobin stayed silent as he stood up and walked closer. “I want you.”

Y/N turned abruptly, lips pursed. “You had me, you let me go.”

“Yeah, well I’m not making the same mistake again.” Soobin said, pulling her closer. “Y/N, I know I still have you.”

“Soobin.”

“Down there, in the ER,” Soobin asked. “You kissed me back. Was that real?”

“That was real.” Y/N replied curtly.

“And you wanted to kiss me, right?”

“Right?”

“And you still love me, right?” Soobin asked desperately.

“I do,” Y/N closed her eyes, feeling Soobin lean closer.

“Y/N, I want you back.”

Soobin swooped down to plant a kiss on Y/N’s lips, but she only sighed and turned her head.

She walked over to a nearby bunk, shrugging her coat off. “It’s not that easy to forget everything, Soobin.”

“I never stopped loving you. It was always you.” Soobin said, following her and laying a hand on her waist. “Please, let me prove it to you.”

Y/N turned in his arms and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m scared of you—I’m scared you’ll turn around and go once you realize I’m not something you want.”

“No, not anymore. I know it’s you.” Soobin shook his head and placed his hands on her cheeks. “The greatest mistake of my life taught me that sometimes, the best decisions are the easiest things to do—and it’s so easy for me to say I’m in love with you.”

Y/N smiled softly at Soobin before leaning up to kiss him.

Soobin laid Y/N down on the bed, not breaking the kiss as he crawled on top of her.

Y/N pulled away and ran a finger across his cheeks.

“I’m supposed to get some rest, Dr. Choi.”

“So was I,” Soobin smiled, satisfied and happy as he plopped his body down next to Y/N and pulling her close.

Y/N lifted her head to place it on his chest, laying her hand above his heart.

Y/N smiled at the rapid beat of Soobin’s heart as he tightened his grip on her waist, burying his face in her hair.

“Soobin, what happens tomorrow?” Y/N asked, starting to trace abstract lines on his chest.

“I don’t know, baby.” Soobin smiled in her hair. “All I know is that it’s still you and me.”

Y/N smiled burying her head in his chest. “I still don’t forgive you.”

Soobin smiled, the pout in Y/N’s voice and the way she snuggled in his chest was a clear indication that somehow—even just a little—she did.

“I know,” Soobin hummed. “but I’m halfway there.”

BONUS:

The morning after the emergency, Soobin drove Y/N home.

He absolutely refused to let her go without at least one goodbye kiss—or three—demanding that she free up her night for a date.

He won her over by more kisses.

After seeing Y/N practically make out with Dr. Choi Soobin, the tallest bachelor doctor you can find in Seoul Medical Center, her roommates were shocked.

To say the least, various questions was thrown left and right about Soobin.

(“Does he kiss nice?” “Yeah, his lips are soft.” “How tall is he?” “6”2, but you can literally just ask him this.” “I thought you were dating Choi Beomgyu?” “I never was, but I guess I’m dating Choi Soobin now.” “Is his dick big?” “if it’s just like I remember, then it’s huge, yes, but I don’t see why you have to ask me this.”)

At exactly 5 in the afternoon, Y/N shot awake from the alarm she set.

“7pm. See you, babe. ;)” was the short text waiting for her—sent at exactly 3:30 PM.

Immediately, she dashed into the shower.

Afterwards, she took the best outfit she could find.

At exactly 6:48, she settled into her couch and waited.

As 7:00 sharp rolled in, there were three knocks on the door.

When Y/N opened the door, she was greeted with a bouquet of roses and a smiling Soobin.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” Y/N smiled brightly, leaning forward and kissing him gently. “These are beautiful.”

“I know, just like you.”

“Cheesy.” Y/N hummed with a smile, placing another kiss on his lips before setting it on a nearby coffee table.

“I know you love it,” Soobin grinned as he intertwined their hands. “Am I forgiven yet, baby?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and biting her lip. “but you’re halfway there.”

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yzafre · 4 years ago

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when you find me free-falling (out of the sky) Ch 3

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Sora woke up to a dog in his face and feathers at his feet.

He laid in a dingy alley beneath a pitch-black sky. All around him, soft white feathers carpeted the flagstone flooring. He was outside, but the air was still and dull in a way he’d never felt before. He was also completely, entirely alone. Where was Riku, where was Kairi, and –

“Where am I,” he wondered, as he emerged from the alley to find an open courtyard beneath a pitch black sky, “Oh, boy…”

He spent a long time wandering around the area, meeting the scattering of people who inhabited the square. That included a set of young, talking ducks that tried to sell him their merchandise. They were uncannily convincing, and they probably would’ve succeeded if his pockets weren’t completely empty.

In another shop he stopped to talk with an old man, Cid, who informed him this strange world was called Traverse Town. He also encouraged him to walk the nearby districts to see if his friends may have landed there. It seemed like solid advice, so Sora headed back out to head through the nearest gate.

The first thing he noticed in the next district was that it was far more open, but also far darker. He was peering suspiciously at the shadowed corners when he heard the pounding of feet coming towards him.

A man barreled around the corner, eyes wide in fright. He was going fast, but evidently not fast enough as a dark blur shot from below and slammed into him.

The man fell to the ground with a cry. He went deathly pale, and two things happened at once: A gleaming heart floated out of his chest, and bright light burst out of his back in the shape of wings. For a moment Sora thought he saw them solidify before they exploded into a shower of sparks, his body following soon afterwards. The heart fluttered to the ground amidst the ashes, before darkening and morphing into a second monstrous shadow.

He didn’t know what he just watched, Sora thought as he summoned his mysterious weapon to hand, but he knew he wanted to puke.

Once the shadows were defeated, further exploration of the area failed to reveal his friends. Dejected, Sora headed back to Cid to see if he has any other suggestions.

Cid turned out to be singularly unhelpful. Dejected, he shuffled out to sit at the top of the near-by stairs, staring listlessly out over the plaza. He was a couple minutes into his sulk when a shadow fell over him and a voice spoke up threateningly from the side.

Sora was getting really tired of fighting without knowing the reason.

Consciousness returned slowly. Sora blinked awake to Kairi’s voice in his ear, eyes blurry and a cloying heat spreading out from his chest. She was there, in front of him, just visible past the wavering of the world.

“Kairi,” he murmured, sitting up, “I’m so glad you’re okay. Where’s-“

“Who’s Kairi?” she cut in, voice warping in his ears, “I’m the great ninja Yuffie!”

With a pop his vision cleared, heat draining out his body and leaving him cold. Kairi wasn’t here, was never here, and – where was here?

He didn’t recognize the room, but he did recognize the man standing behind Yuffie. It was the jerk he was fighting earlier.

The jerk’s name was Leon, and he was here to finally give Sora an explanation for everything – the storm, the shadows, why this guy attacked him out of nowhere, and his new magic weapon: the Keyblade.

The worlds were dying, being consumed by the heartless. The Keyblade was important – the most powerful weapon against them, and the only way to seal the keyholes that protected the heart of each world. He contemplated all of this, dizzy again for an entirely new reason. After a moment his stomach lurched in realization, and he sprung to his feet.

“Wait, then what happened to my friends? Riku, Kairi….”

“You know what, kid? I just don’t know.”

Sora didn’t like this. He’d never been alone, was never meant to be alone. No matter how many plans were made to leave the island they always planned to leave together, the three of them. They never once imagined any of them on their own; it always seemed like an impossibility.

But here he was, on his own, with impossible expectations suddenly weighing down on him from judgmental and sympathetic eyes.

Leon insisted that they stay where they were and wait for – someone, but Sora found himself pacing the room with a growing restlessness. The frantic energy paid off, and when a Heartless appeared in the room, he was ready.

There was a frantic burst of movement, a window broke, and then he found himself fighting through the alleyways with Leon. The more they fought the more he understood Leon’s dismay. Next to the man’s efficient fighting, Sora felt clumsy and childish. It was only the greater effectiveness of the Keyblade against these enemies that allowed him to keep up.

Eventually they found themselves in the fountain square, guided by the increasing number of enemies. Sora barely made it down the stairs to look for the “boss” Leon mentioned when his breath was knocked out of him by an impact from above.

He blinked the stars from his eyes and wheezed out a breath. He was pinned to the ground by weights on top of him – two people, judging by the cry that came after, “The key!”

Something rattled ahead of them, and they all glanced up to find darkness swirling into a new, large form ahead of them. They all scrambled to detangle themselves as the shadow solidified into some kind of giant robot monster. It loomed over them for a moment, then reared back to send a floating limb flying towards them with a resounding crash.

The battle restarted in earnest, this time with the new strangers at Sora’s side. They seemed to have strange, unfamiliar powers. The taller one careened across the battlefield, sending enemies flying stunned to the side, while the other generated crackling flashes of lightning and sparks of fire. Sora was so distracted by the show that he almost missed when the robot focuses on him.

He barely managed a dodge, wheeling dangerously on one foot. While his arms spun desperately in the air he pulled his ghost-wings from within, aiming for the quick burst of stability he always used, and -

The tug punched the breath from him, leaving him gasping at the feeling of stretching and splitting, something wrong wrong wrong pushing through. His vision cleared to something heavy and solid weighing him down from behind. Instead of stabilizing him, it sent him hurtling to the ground.

A shadow covered him, and he looked up to find the heartless bearing down on him, taking advantage of his sudden vulnerability. He cringed away, hiding his face from death baring down on him. Kairi, Riku, I’m sorry – a shout and a thunderous crash echoed around him.

He looked back up to find the duck standing above him, the robot reeling away from the lingering sparks of lightning flickering around him.

“Get up, hurry!”

Sora shook his head, stumbling to his feet. A few rolls of his shoulders seemed to shake off the weight behind him and he threw himself back into the fray.

By the time the robot was defeated, all three of them were exhausted and breathing heavily. Leon and Yuffie approached from the side.

It turned out his new allies were also engaged in fighting the Heartless, and at a much larger scale. His destiny urged him towards the stars, and they were his best chance to find Riku and Kairi. His friends had to be out there somewhere.

They had to.

“But you can’t come along looking like that,” Donald cut in, “No frowning, no sad faces, okay?”

They were right, of course. Sitting and sulking wouldn’t solve anything. It was time to take action, to plunge into the unknown and find his friends. He bowed his head, reaching down past the loss and the fear for the memories of happier days. With a deep breath, he threw his head back up and hit them with the best, silliest grin he had.

For a moment there was silence, and he thought maybe it wasn’t enough; but then they both broke down in a fit of giggles, and he couldn’t help the grin that cracked across his face.

Yeah, this would work.

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#kh #kingdom hearts #sora #donald #goofy #fanfiction #wingfic #wrap your wings AU #Yza writes a thing

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villainwaifu · 5 years ago

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Jason finds his s/os sketchbook FULL of drawings of him. Some before they met and some after they met.

Hello, hello! Thank you for being my very first fic ask, horrorstreet! I hope you like this! ^^ It, ah...gets a little NSFW at the bottom. ><

It is also gender neutral, and...I apologize if a couple of the paragraphs are a light gray? Couldn't figure out what I did or how to fix it...

2,242 words (This is a small drabble for me…>>;; )

Jason x Reader

Happy Accidents

Jason knew he shouldn't...but...it was just lying there. Open. Tempting him. Maybe just a peek...you were out getting some more pencils and things from town…you'd never know. He reached out...but just before his fingers could skim across the textured page, he hesitated. Your disappointed face came to mind...and so did his mother's. She would never condone going through someone else's belongings without their permission. Or, at least, someone he actually cared about. The horny campers he killed didn't count- that was foraging.

With a heavy sigh from behind his hockey mask, Jason's hand dropped down to the bed. But...when it did...he caught the edge of that pesky drawing journal of yours, sending it to the floor with a clatter and a rustle of paper. Oh no… Oh no, oh no, oh no! All the loose pages dispersed all across the cabin floor! Curse his big, clumsy hands! At the very least, though...he was glad it happened here. This was the first cabin they had started to remodel...the roof was fixed, and so were the floors. They weren't splintered or rotten from mold and mildew, so there was nothing to ruin those precious drawings of yours… Now if only he could avoid stepping on them with his damp shoes to pick them up…

Jason bent and grabbed the drawing nearest to his shoes...and he nearly dropped it again. Was that...him? ...Yeah...there was no mistaking it. It was him...as a child. Smiling and splashing in the water on the bank of the lake. How did you know what he looked like as a kid? And when did you draw this? When he was out foraging? You'd asked if you could draw him before...but you always showed him your beautiful sketch when you were finished... He'd never seen this before, though...

Curious, he picked up the next nearest sheet to find a picture of him as a kid with his mother. A really pretty one done up like a fancy painting. How you could make him look...less like a monster and more human was beyond him… Jason gingerly ran his thick finger over his mother's face in the picture, eyes softening. You really did a good job on the details...she looked just like he remembered her to. A melancholic smile pulled at his lips as he gently set it aside after a moment and plucked another off the floor, finding a more recent picture he actually knew about. It was a side-facing picture of him at the edge of the lake with his mask on and bloody machete in hand. He carefully lifted another up, finding a more modern picture of him asleep at the base of his favorite tree...but, again, he'd had no idea you'd drawn this. How many more of those did you have..?

Twenty-seven. That was the total number of sheets scattered across the floor...and, of those, he'd only known about eight. Eight. The rest…were different renditions of him as a child, a teenager, and as he was now. Even more puzzling than your different drawings of him...were the dates he'd found scrawled on the backs of them. Most were drawn after you'd become his prisoner...then his friend...and lover. But some…were dated way back before they'd met. How long did you know about him before you became his? Was this something you had planned? Uncertainty and wariness gnawed at him as he stared at the paper-filled book in his hands. Surely...you weren't using him. Were you..? His chest hurt just thinking about it…

"Jason," you called, a big smile on your face as you slipped in the cracked door with a few bags in hand. That smile and excitement died down after you spotted him on the bed, shoulders hunched in and head bowed. He barely lifted his head your way in acknowledgement. "Hey...what's wrong..?" You dropped off the bags at the end of the bed and immediately went to his side, plopping down so close to him on the bed that your legs touched. There was a time he would have flinched away from you...but that time was long passed. He was cradling something sapphire blue in his large hands. "Oh...my drawing book?" The loose pages weren't stacked in as neatly as they were before, some sticking out at odd angles. "Did it fall?" He nodded once. Silly man. Getting all out of sorts over a little accident… "Thank you for picking it up for me." You gave him a bright smile, trying to cheer him up a bit...but his spirits didn't seem to lift. He was still hunched into himself. "Jason...what's wrong? You know you can talk to me about anything…" Okay, maybe not talking, exactly...their conversations mostly consisted of him pointing and grunting, while you played charades trying to figure out what he was trying to say. But you knew him now...and you knew him well. So...it couldn't be too hard to figure out…

"Nnnhh," Jason grunted, opening the drawing book and pointing to one that was dated months before they had met. Then at another a year before that. What does this mean? He cocked his head at you with a frustrated sigh.

"Oh...the dates...you saw that…," you visibly hesitated. How to explain it without sounding...crazy. And to do it relatively quickly. He was already shifting with impatience… "I...I'm afraid you won't believe me even if I explained it…"

"Hrrr," he growled. Even if you explained it? So you had no intentions of explaining yourself to him. What this meant. For the first time in years, Jason felt sick. He shoved the book into your hands and stood with another rumbling growl. He'd decide what to do about you later...right now...right now he needed to go kill something.

"Wait!" You caught his hand as he started to stalk off, your heart beating wildly in your chest. Jason stopped...but you could feel the tension stiffening his hand and wrist. Why did it feel like everything was crashing down around you..? Like this was it if he walked through that door? Panic made the words come tumbling from your lips. "The first time I drew you I was five years old." You felt your cheeks heating as his head tilted slightly to the side. Slowly, achingly so, he turned back to you. And you could just barely see his furrowed brow as he looked down at you, clearly confused and wanting answers. You let out a breath, anxiety building up in your chest as your fingers curled around Jason's much larger hand. There was no more hiding it now…

"I...I had dreams when I was little," you started, then paused. "Well, actually, I've had them most of my life. That's just when they started...and I didn't know until I was older that they were about you." You felt like you were rambling, cheeks burning hotter as you released his hand, glad he wasn't making a beeline for the door now. "I, uh...I started drawing you when I had the dreams...some were pleasant...and others...nightmarish." You shook your head, trying to shake off old feelings and fears. "But I was never afraid of you." You looked back up at him, locking eyes with his to try and show him you were being honest. "I saw all of the cruelty...I watched you drown...and I watched the lake bring you back." Heat started to build in the back of your eyes and the bridge of your nose. No! You were not going to cry right now!

Sniffling and looking down at your lap, where your fingers tightened around the drawing book, you continued. It was too much to think of all he'd been through… "I watched it all over and over in dreams over the years...and even the after times, when people disturbed you. It always made me angry. Why couldn't they just leave you alone..?" You gave a heavy sigh, wiping at the traitorous wet edges of your eyes. "For a long time, I thought you weren't real. Just someone I'd made up… I've probably drawn you hundreds...maybe even thousands of times. Most of them are in storage boxes in a unit that's most likely been sold by now." Your lips curved downwards. Some of your best works were in those boxes...but it's been months since you paid on the storage unit. It was inevitable. You chose this life after a couple of months of being his captive, leaving everything else behind. Living with the real Jason was so much better than anything you could ever draw...and you could always make more drawings...

"But I found out you were real when I was fifteen," you continued. "And I looked up everything that was left of newspapers and police reports...so much of it was vague. And there were hardly any pictures besides bodies being carried off and before pictures. They never put your picture in the papers…and that made me mad. You were the one who was victimized, you were the one who suffered...but it was always the instigators who got their faces plastered all over the papers." Your hands were gripping your book so tight your knuckles were white, fingers hurting a bit from straining them against the book. "I watched the news for this area for years while I learned how to hike and forage...and finished school. I'd worked and saved back some money, so I was able to get into an apartment after I got kicked out of the orphanage at eighteen." Nobody wanted a kid drawing and obsessing over a big bloody man...

"I worked...but I prepared to come here. This was my goal...to come here and meet you. The man I've dreamed about all of my life. The man I've drawn since I knew how to draw. The man I've fallen in love with over and over again in my dreams and in reality." Your cheeks were red hot by the end, your gaze a tad shy as you peered up at Jason. Sure, you'd confessed your love before...but never quite like this. With everything bare and raw, laid out before him. He knew everything now...and it was terrifying…

For a long moment, Jason just stared down at you. That wasn't the answer he'd expected. Far from it. And it was a lot to process all at once… You had dreamed of him..? Since you were little? It was strange...but no stranger than a lake reviving a drowned boy. Hm... If he learned anything over the years, it was that water holds and carries memories…it remembered when he couldn't anymore. And it brought back memories of his mother's face to soothe him and keep him going… Did it carry those memories to you? Did it bring you here because of his loneliness? Because it knew you would be good for him..?

He really didn't have much time to think on it. You looked so fraile and terrified...like you would crumble if he so much as touched you. And you...you said you loved him. You fell in love with him in your dreams...and reality. His heart felt warm as it jumped in his chest. He still didn't understand how someone as beautiful as you could love something like him...but...he loved you, too. So much it hurt. Jason knelt down in front of you, cupping your face in his large hands. A smile found its way onto his covered face as you closed your eyes with that little sigh of yours, leaning into his touch. He pressed his forehead to yours with a gentle hum, smile widening as your eyes fluttered open and you pressed your forehead back against his, rubbing your nose against the mask. Eskimo kiss. Jason chuckled. Your way of kissing him with his mask on was still amusing...and endearing.

"I love you so much my heart hurts," you whispered, feeling his hands slide down to your waist. He picked you up with ease and laid you back on the bed, crawling up over you. You raised your arm up, intending to push your drawing book up on the side table. Jason grabbed the book, helping you push it securely onto the table, his fingers dragging down the length of your uncovered arm after. You gasped, goosebumps erupting all down your arm. His hand kept on down until it was at your chest, groping and pinching at your nipple. Your back arched as you unclasped his mask and set it aside, his lips on yours just as soon as he was free. Hands gripping, pulling, grasping, pinching, his hard length grinding against your core. He didn't wait very much longer before sheathing himself deep inside of you. Your foreheads were pressed together, eyes locked as you shared the intimacy of that moment, that very first thrust in and pause, breaths intermingled, while your body stretched to accommodate his girth. You marvelled at how this all came of one tiny little accident as he pulled out and thrusted back in, taking his time and making love to you. One happy little accident that brought a hidden topic to light and brought you two so much closer...

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xxcorndogxx · 5 years ago

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Sandor Clegane x Reader||Chapter Twenty Five

The ice has surely frozen over by now. Sandor bends down. He picks up a rock. He looks at the walkers. He winds up and tosses it. The rock knocks off one's jaw.

"Well, shit," I mumble.

It doesn't even move.

"Dumb cunt," Sandor grumbles.

He picks up another and tosses it to. This one's bigger and doesn't go as far. It slides across the ice and stops at the walker's feet. It looks down.

"Oh fuck," Sandor grumbles.

I start walking towards us. We all stand ready. More and more approach. This is it.

"Fuck it." Sandor walks up and bashes the walker.

At first, it's easy pickings. They're all spread out pretty well. Sandor pulls me by my arm into his chest before one I didn't see can hack my head off. I nod at him and cut through it. This steel is magic. Soon enough they start coming in like groups. Sandor stops his hammer and pulls out an ax. He watches my back and I watch his.

"Fall back!" Jon calls after a while of fighting. "Fall back!"

"Come on!" Tormund calls.

As soon as he does he is overrun by white walkers. I move to save him but Sandor pushes me back and gets him instead. As swing down hacking one's head off, one moves to stab right through Sandor. My blade meets his and I swing it away and kick the walker back knocking him and a few others behind him over. One grabs my leg and pulls me to my back. I twist to my front trying to crawl away. More and more claw at my legs.

"Sandor!" I call to him as he hacks through a walker.

He turns to me, a panicked look on his face. He rushes over, he pulls me off the ground with one hand and chops off their arms with the other. He lifts me up and holds me. He sets me behind him and takes out three more. They close in from all sides. We fight our hardest. We all look at each other as we fight. We know this is the end. They roar of a dragon is heard. I look up and duck as a dragon swoops over and rains fire on all the white walkers. We watch as the dragons come to our rescue. The dragon queen riding one. She lands it. Sandor lifts the white walker over his shoulder once more. After Sandor climbs up he pulls me on. Jon still fighting. Suddenly one of the dragons comes crashing down. It sinks down into the icy water. That was one of her children. I subconsciously place my hand on my stomach.

"Go! Now! Leave!" Jon cries out.

I feel Sandor's hand over mine on my stomach. We take off. Sandor catches Jorah. I look down at how high we are. I close my eyes tight. My fingers clutching Sandor's hand hard.

"Little dove?"

"You fear fire, love. I fear heights, more so falling from them."

He holds me tight against him.

"I won't let you fall, little dove." He kisses my head.

I follow behind Sandor to the boat. Sandor plops him down. I can barely stand. I grab onto Sandor's arm before I stumble over. He nods to Tormund.

"We'll meet again, Clegane," Beric says.

"Fucking hope not." Sandor jokes.

Sandor lifts me up. He carries me as we walk away.

"Come on, little dove. You need to rest."

"Sandor."

I place my hand on his cheek.

"We're alive, you can relax now. I'm alright, you're alright. We're okay."

He sighs.

"But we still need to tend to your wounds." He says in a more relaxed voice.

I stand on the deck. My eyes closed, my hand resting on my stomach. The hair weaving through my hair as well as the fabric of my dress. Yes, my dress. Coming so close to death makes me appreciate being alive. The soft thudding of footsteps behind me. Sandor voice in my ears.

"Little dove." He coos. He places his hand over mine on my stomach. "You look so beautiful here in the sun. The wind grazing your pretty skin."

He then kisses all over my cheek. I laugh and playfully try to push him off. He wraps his arms around the back of my legs and lifts me up. I place my hands on his shoulders looking down at him. A smile on his face. For once, his eyes... they aren't sad. He looks happy. I smile. Tears pricking my eyes. His face turns to worry.

"Are you alright?"

He sets me down.

"Yes, love." I place a hand on his face. "I'm just so happy." I pull his forehead to meet mine. I bite my lip. "Let's just leave, Sandor. Runaway from everything. Go live out our lives peacefully. Forget all this."

"You know I want to, little dove. We can't, you know that."

"I know." I sigh.

I press my lips to his. His fingers lightly curled in the fabric of my dress. The kiss is tender and loving. He places his hand against my stomach.

That night we lay in bed. He sets down his cup of ale and groans. He comes to lay with me. He rests his head next to my stomach. He lifts my dress and places light kisses to the growing bump.

"Hello, little one." Since Sandor heard that the child can hear voices from inside, he's talked to my stomach. "I want to hold you in my arms as soon as I can but I'm also glad that you aren't here yet. This world is so messy." His fingers lightly draw circles on my skin. "We're doing all we can to make this place better for you." He kisses my stomach. "I promise, my child. I'll do my best to give you anything you want." He mumbles against my stomach.

I don't realize I'm crying until Sandor does. He climbs up me. He doesn't wipe my tears. He simply presses his lips softly to mine. He brushes my hair from my face as he does.

"Sandor." I pant into the kiss.

"Yes, my angel."

"I love you, with all my heart and all my soul."

"As do I, I love you with all my being. You are mine and I am yours." He whispers. I smile against his lips. I clench my teeth grunting. There's a strange feeling in my stomach. Like a painless squeezing in my lower abdomen. "Are you alright?" He asks. "Yes, it didn't hurt. It just felt strange."

The next day we reach King's Landing. I wear a thin dress, it flows, not much fabric. Easy to pee in. Others would be cold but I am used to the cold. The cool breeze on my skin feels lovely. Sandor carries me. His arm hooked under me and my legs around him. I rest my head on his should and my hand on my stomach. The queens' men come to meet us. I see Brienne. That oaf. If I get the chance I'll kill her. Her eyes roll over Sandor but graze across my visible stomach. Her eyes meet mine. We continue on. Sandor pulling the horse along with the hand not holding me.

"What's in there?" The guard asks.

"Fuck off," I grumble.

We walk alongside Brienne and my fingers clutch the fabric on my stomach.

"I thought you were dead." She speaks.

"Not yet. You came pretty close." Sandor grumbles.

"I was only trying to protect them. Arya, and you Lady Y/n."

"You and me both." He agrees.

"I can see Lady Y/n didn't need protection from you."

"Aye."

"She's alive, Arya."

"Where?" I ask looking at her.

"Winterfell."

I nod.

"Who's protecting her if you're here?" Sandor asks.

"The only one that needs protecting is the one that gets in her way."

"It won't be me," Sandor says.

You know. I don't really hate Brienne. I understand why she did what she did. She thought we were prisoners. She wanted to save us, protect us. I get it.

"Sandor," I whisper.

"What?"

"I have to pee." I pout.

"Nows not the time, love."

He kisses my forehead. Sandor hand off the horse to a guard.

"Anyone touches it, I'll kill you first." He threatens.

We walk to the meeting area. Sandor sets me down. I keep my hand on my stomach as we walk. The other holding Sandor's hand. Sandor looks around. We walk over to Tyrion.

"I left this shit city because I didn't want to die in it," Sandor confesses. "Am I gonna die in this shit city?" He asks.

"You might." He admits.

His hand mindlessly circling my stomach.

"And this is all your idea. Seems every bad idea has some Lannister cunt behind it." He grumbles.

"And some Clegane cunt to help them see it through."

Cleaver comeback. Sandor pulls me to stand with him as the queen approaches. Her eyes fall on me and my stomach. Her face was unreadable. Sandor's eyes, however, watch his brother. He starts to walk forward. I move to follow and he stops me.

"Stay, little dove."

He approaches his brother.

"Remember me?" He asks. "Yeah, you do." He grumbles. "You're even fucking uglier than I am now. What did they do to you? It doesn't matter. That's not how it ends for you, brother." Sandor. Is he trying to reach out to his brother? An attempt at making amends? "You know who's coming for you. You've always known." He turns and walks away.

Probably to get the walker. Cersi asks where Daenerys is. She then looks at me.

"Lady Y/n." She smiles. "It's been a long time, come here. I can hardly see you all the way over there."

I approach.

"Ah, still as beautiful as always."

"Thank you, your grace."

"Look at you. Pregnant with The Hounds pup."

There's poison in her words. Gregory's eyes meet mine and it sends chills through my soul.

"Aye, I am with his child."

I place my hand on my stomach. Not breaking his eye contact.

"Well, I wish you the best. I hope he makes you happy." She smiles.

"He does. Thank you, your grace."

I bow walking back to my place. We wait for our queen to arrive. Daenerys rides in on her dragon. She comes to join us. I excuse myself to pee when no one's paying attention to me. Sweet, sweet release. I take my time coming back. I keep my hand over my stomach as I walk.

"Hello, I haven't spoken to you yet. You'll probably favor your father after hearing his voice so much. But this is your mother." My hand rubbing small circles. "Your father hopes you're a girl. But I ensure you, boy or girl he will love you just the same. He will always love you. As will I."

I feel weird talking with my stomach. But I want my child to hear my voice if he can hear. My feet hurt so bad. I stop walking and lean against the entrance to where the meeting is.

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sombreboy · 5 years ago

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Love Maze »11

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 6.9k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, angst, crying/arguing, JK has the worst temper and is such a dramatic boy, Taehyung is dumb and can’t keep his mouth shut. They’re just dumb to and for each other.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

When Tae opened the door, he was met by the familiar smile.

“Hey! Uhm, I hope I’m not intruding..?” Jisoo waved, antsy as she rocked on her feet, hands clasped together in front of her.

The elder shook his head, and the girl’s smile widened even further.

“Well, since you guys are my neighbors and all.. also, the only people I know here,” Jisoo began, “I was wondering.. would you like to eat with me? At my place. It’s not looking the best but— it’ll get there!” She chuckled, looking between Taehyung and Jungkook, “I ordered a pizza and long story short, it’s a lot bigger than I expected.”

Jungkook had quickly followed suit behind Taehyung, surprised by the timing of his new neighbour to offer them food. and pizza! Jungkook loves anything greasy, cheesy and unhealthy, it's something he'd rarely indulge in, because one--he's the epitome of a healthy body, two, money, and three... well, that's about it.

He didn't hesitate to nod, a wide genuine smile on his face that displays his bunny-like features,

''We'd love to!'' He answered for the both of them, there's no way he'd pass on this. He grabbed Taehyung's shoulder excitedly, unable to contain his joy as he almost bounced in place. It only added to the bunny-statements, ''We'll be right over!''

The corner of Jisoo’s eyes crinkled fondly at Jungkook’s excitement, finding the boy’s child-like actions endearing; and his happiness contagious.

“Great! Follow me.”

And with that being said, the girl flashed the pair one last smile before leading them into her apartment, which.. barely looked like an apartment, more like an attic full of furniture stacked on top of another, but she had a couple chairs laid out.

Also a table, (which was really just the desk she was struggling to push in a few hours ago) the big box of pizza placed in the middle.

“I’ll be right back with the plates, pizza can get a little messy.” Jisoo skipped into her kitchen, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung alone with a babbling Yuna in her playpen whilst she fished for paper plates, “The fanciest.” She waved the paper plates in the air, giving one to each of them.

Jisoo took a seat across from the boys, leaning in for a slice before placing her first bite, leaning back into her somewhat comfortable chair.

“So.. are you guys together?”

Jungkook eagerly grabbed the plate and a piece of pizza, not even bothering to put the pizza down on the paper material, instead immediately directing the food into his mouth, a happy smile on his face as he chews. He wasn't even considering whether or not he should answer, his mind too blissed with the fact that the insides of his mouth was covered in cheese, so there was no hesitation nor awkwardness about his reply,

''Yeah,'' He chewed, continuing the conversation as if there was nothing more about the topic at hand, ''This pizza is delicious!''

To Kook, any pizza was delicious, honestly.

The moment that question was bluntly laid out on the table, Taehyung nearly dropped his pizza, about to let a lie slip out from his mouth when his boyfriend beat him to it.

His gaze was on Jungkook, eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe the younger had little to no thought about admitting that to a stranger.

What if she was homophobic?

“Wha..” Tae sealed his lips, deciding it was best to not say anything, shoving back the words on the tip of his tongue with a bite of the cheesy goodness.

“Awe, that’s cute!” Jisoo genuinely meant it, happy that Jungkook seemed so confident with his relationship.

Taehyung, on the other hand, forced a smile. Taking another bite so as to not say anything he would later on regret.

“You should be proud, your love is just as valid as everyone else’s!”

God, Tae wanted to puke.

Eager to change the topic, Taehyung finally spoke up.

“Noona.. do you live by yourself? I mean, do you have a boyfriend or..?”

If she was blunt with her question, why couldn’t Taehyung do the same.

Jisoo waved a hand in the air as she took another bite off her pizza, chewing it furiously before swallowing,

''Nope! My last one was the father, and he was nothing but a total /tool/.'' She laughed at it though, her affectionate eyes landing on her daughter, ''I have the only one I need right there... If I ever find someone, though, it has to be someone that the little lady approves of.''

Jungkook felt his heart tighten at her words, a heartfelt sigh escaping his lips,

''Doesn't it get hard by yourself?'' The question slipped, he had to ask-- because no one ever asked him.

Jisoo shrugged, a smile that never seemed to waver from her lips plastered on her face,

''Sometimes, but there's nothing you can't do if you're stubborn, right?''

Kook thought for a long moment, finishing off his piece of the pizza before nodding in agreement

''Yeah...''

Taehyung had nothing else to say or do but nod, chewing on his pizza without another word.

She was strong, without a doubt. The comfortable silence was soon broken by a loud squeal, coming from Yuna as she stood up on her wobbly legs, small hands gripping at the edge of her playpen to help her balance.

The little girl’s face was scrunched up, and to Taehyung it looked like she was unhappy about something.

But once again, he didn’t know shit about babies.

“Oh! she wants out.” Jisoo quickly sat her plate down, picking up Yuna and carrying her on her hip.

She seemed awfully intrigued by the unfamiliar faces, doe eyes continuously flickering between Taehyung and Jungkook, wondering who they were.

“Would you like to hold her?”

Tae didn’t hesitate before answering a curt, “No. I’m fine.”

Just the thought made him nervous. What if she fell on her head and got permanent brain damage because of him?

“Oh, come on!” Jisoo playfully urged, walking closer to Taehyung anyways.

“She doesn’t bite, I promise.” The woman giggled, knowing part of it was a lie. Yuna was teething, so maybe that wasn’t the complete truth..

But, she wanted Tae to get over his fear of babies. The look he had on his face earlier was engraved in her memories, and quite frankly, it amused her.

“Noona, really— I’m good.” Before he had time to protest any further, Yuna was placed on his lap. Almost as if on instinct, Tae’s bigger hands settled on the little girl’s back. Once again, worried that she might fall.

“Uhm..” The elder was awful with babies, he knew that.

She was so tiny.. just one squeeze and she’d surely be done for.

“What do I do? I-Is she happy?” He gently bounced her on his lap, piercing eyes staring right into hers, before nervously looking over at Jungkook.

Fuck, he officially looked like an idiot.

Jungkook held his laughter to an internal level, but it was obvious in his smiley expression that he found the entire scene both funny and adorable. His eyes met Taehyung's, giving him a reassuring nod,

''You're doing great.''

Kook looked at the little one, noting that she was already staring at him in awe, her small, chubby hands suddenly reaching for him as she tried to squirm out of Tae's grasp, and this visibly made Taehyung nervous.

''Ah, she's a charmer!'' Jungkook smiled widely, his strong hands reaching out to carefully grab her below her armpits to lift her from a grateful Taehyung only to place the little girl in his lap, facing him.

''Hello,'' He cooed, leaning in closer to get a proper look at the cutie, who giggled and grasped at Kook's longer, black curls.

''She really likes you already!'' Jisoo smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest at the scene. Jungkook surely seemed to be comfortable with children, as opposed to Taehyung-- who still did a great job at actually holding her.

Taehyung stared at his boyfriend in awe, wondering just how the hell Jungkook already managed to have the little girl wrapped around his finger.

Well, his boy oozed with positive energy, of course babies were bound to be attracted to him as well..

Quietly, Tae enjoyed the show from the sidelines, occasionally smiling at the silly voices Kook would use, proving to be quite funny when Yuna’s gums would show with every cheeky grin she flashed his way.

Okay, she was cute. That the elder couldn’t deny.

A fit of giggles and a lot of slices of pizza later, the baby fell asleep in Jisoo’s arms, exhausted from squirming around so much.

Not wanting to disturb them, Taehyung took that as their cue to leave, bowing at the older girl before thanking her for the food, exiting with Jungkook at his side.

As they bid their goodbyes for the night, leaving her apartment only to walk back next door into Jungkook's home, he closed and locked the door behind them, combing his fingers through the tangled locks. That kid surely liked to play with his hair,

''That pizza was so good, I'm so full..'' He sighed in content, turning to Taehyung, ''And the baby might be obsessed with me.'' He showed off his tangled curls, ''She refused to let my hair out of her fist''

Taehyung’s only response was a vague hum, visibly distressed about something the second they stepped foot into Jungkook’s apartment, taking off his shoes before falling back on the couch.

The couch that reeked of sex and sweat..

“Hey, Kook?” The elder hesitantly looked up at the boy, his mind urging him to just say it. To just spill what was building up in his chest in the form of an uncomfortable knot.

“Next time you, uh, tell people that we’re together. Can you just..” He drifted off, chuckling sourly. “Not?”

The elder sat up on the couch, his words sounding a little harsher than he initially intended.

“I mean, I just.. I wanna be on the same page, you know? If one of us isn’t ready then.. why say anything?”

Jungkook's expression fell at the elders words, still standing in the living room with his arms crossing over his chest,

''I didn't think it was a big deal, she doesn't know us. it's not like she's gonna tell the entire school?''

He grew annoyed, one could easily tell, and he was really trying to keep calm about the stuffed away feelings that are now bubbling up inside of him. He never actually wanted to keep their relationship a secret, but he did, for Taehyung. Now he couldn't be honest about them even to a stranger? He felt suffocated, and it was annoying.

“Kook, that’s not—“ Taehyung exhaled, trying to gather how he really felt to voice it out in the most effective, clear way.

He wanted to be honest with Jungkook. He fucking wanted the younger to understand that he was scared, of anyone. It was hard to admit, but for his boyfriend, he’d do it.

“That’s not what I mean. I just, I don’t want anyone to know.” A pang of guilt rushed through Taehyung’s veins, who felt it in the tightness accumulating in his chest.

“Doesn’t matter if they’re from our school or not, I’m just not ready.”

He ran a hand through his hair, sensing the other’s annoyance from where he sat.

“Plus, I already told you this shit hours ago. Did you already forget? I’m not ready to go public.”

Tae repeated himself, hoping it would get through Jungkook’s thick skull.

The familiar ritual of Jungkook prodding the inside of his cheek with his tongue in a continuous motion was a sign of how he felt, the grasp around his chest tightening as he stared at Taehyung without a word for a long moment,

"Why? What are you afraid of?" His voice was low, his quick head tilt only serves as another sign of his frustration,

"Are you embarrassed to be with me?"

“For fucks sake..” Taehyung muttered under his breath, rubbing at his temples to stop a headache from coming.

“I never even said that!” He finally looked up, more worked up than before.

“This is just new for me— these feelings and come on, you know the world’s not all shits and rainbows, Jungkook! We have to be careful about who we tell this kind of stuff to.” Taehyung sank back into the couch, mirroring his boyfriend as he crossed his arms, “But before we can do that, I need time. I need time to be comfortable with who I am.. It’s not that I’m embarrassed to be with you.” Tae clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, staring off at anywhere else other than Jungkook. “Why are you so dramatic?”

Jungkook groaned in annoyance, he hated being called out as dramatic. Was Taehyung being serious right now? Kook's the one who's been pushed and pulled emotionally for this man--- and given the time they've had together, he's still hung up others' opinions on them!?

''Why do you care what people think?! You never do otherwise!'' He gestured with his hands in the air, ''Kim Taehyung could openly fuck women and talk proudly of it, but god forbid he dated a guy?'' He let his hands fall to his sides, curling his fingers into fists before he felt his frustration mix into both anger and sadness-- He just wanted to be openly loved.

Taehyung stood up from the couch, having grown tired of listening to Jungkook’s shit.

“It’s not that fucking easy!” The elder yelled, stepping closer to where the younger stood, nostrils flared and jaw locked in place. “The issue here is that I told you I wasn’t goddamn ready, but you still went and admitted that shit anyways!”

His chest heaved, obvious he was pissed off by the sudden turn of events.

The younger was dramatic as hell, if it wasn’t for him, none of this would’ve blown out of proportion.

“Me fucking a woman is— it’s expected, Jungkook. It’s normal.” His deep voice dripped with venom, not fully aware of the hurtful words coming out of his mouth.

Jungkook's face distorted in pain for a mere second, as if he was just punched in the gut by Taehyung's words. Not normal? Loving him was not the same as loving anybody else?

''What the fuck?'' His words merely came out as a whisper, but as quickly as gasoline would be lit aflame by a simple spark, in this case-- Taehyung's words being the trigger that sets off the last piece of self control that Kook possesses.

''What gives you the fucking right to say that?!'' Jungkook turns on his heels towards the front door, hands tugging at his hair to keep them occupied from punching a fucking dent into that guys face for being able to say such a thing to the one person he's supposed to care for. But instead, he cares more about what strangers think about him.

“Jungkook..” Taehyung defeatedly muttered out, brain finally processing what he’s said.

“I didn’t mean it, okay? I was just..” The elder gulped, his lungs working towards getting the oxygen they needed, chest still heaving from the tension in the room. “It was in the heat of the moment.”

Tae hated admitting he was wrong, so a simple ‘sorry’ was too much for him.

It wouldn’t make a single fucking difference anyway..

The damage has been done.

“Come on, don’t go walking around the room like a fuckin’ madman.”

Taehyung’s hand reached out to his boyfriend’s tense shoulder, wanting to talk about their problems face to face, “Fucking look at me!”

''Don't touch me!'' He withdrew with a step back away from Taehyung,

''Do you know how many times you've told me that?!'' Jungkook growled out his words, ''I didn't mean it, Jungkook... It was just in the heat of the moment, Kook!'' His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was clenching them to his sides, ''Don't say things you don't mean, Taehyung! You don't understand how much shit you've put me through because of you can't be fucking honest with yourself!'' His breathing was heavy, voice strained, his eyes even glassing over with how it felt like all his suppressed emotions were welling up.

The boy’s eyes darkened with rage; pure and utter resentment for Jungkook.

“It’s not my fault that your parents kicked you out of the damn house.” He lowly spat, glaring right at the younger, harshly poking the tip of his index finger against Kook’s chest.

“It’s not my fucking fault that you decided to tell them about me!”

He raised his tone, voice breaking in the midst of it.

Taehyung knew it was wrong— to play with Jungkook’s emotions in such a way, but right at the moment, all he saw was red.

“Don’t blame your fucking mistakes on me!”

Tears were on the brink of forcing their way from the corners of Jungkook’s eyes, filled with hurt, but his expression was nothing but deadly calm as soon as he felt the low blow of Taehyung's words. In a millisecond, Jungkook's fist cracked into the wall right next to Tae's head, a dent several inches deep broken into the material due to Kook's raw strength. His knuckles were most definitely bloody from the impact, but he couldn't feel it, nor did he care at this point.

He wanted to bury his fist in the elder's nose bridge so badly, but at the last moment, he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. So the wall fell victim.

His tears finally fell from his cheeks, although his face remained just as blank as it was. It could be seen as eerie compared to the emotion he was showing just seconds earlier,

''I never did....''

Kook withdrew his hand, letting it fall limp once more as he didn't even bother to check whether it was okay or not, but simply took a few steps back to lean against the wall on the other side. He was too tired. He can't take it.

''Get out.''

Taehyung flinched at the vibrations of the younger’s fist breaking through the wall, the ear-splitting sound being enough to send him into a state of deep regret.

Fuck.. what did he just do?

“I..” The boy’s lip trembled, his chin quivered.

What the fuck did he just do..?

“J-Jungkook.. fuck— I’m..”

Sorry.

The elder tried blinking away his tears, but it was no use. They were already streaming down his face, making Tae’s vision blurry from the sadness and the remains of the trance he was in.

The one that was filled with anger and so much hatred— the one that made him bring up Jungkook’s parents into the conversation, knowing it was a touchy subject for the latter.

He had yet to fully recover, still not believing that he’d be that needy to be in the right, to not let Kook win during their argument.

At the end, Taehyung was the one who lost. He had to see Jungkook cry for fucks sake, the painful sight luring more tears to his blood shot eyes.

The worst part was.. Taehyung couldn’t do anything about it.

Kook wanted him gone.

Without mumbling another word, Tae briskly turned on the doorknob, not sparing Jungkook a glance before slamming the door on his way out.

Jungkooks vision was blurred with his tears, a shaky sigh pushing through his lips as he slowly slid down the wall until he hit the floor with a thud,

"Fuck.... Tae..." he choked out quietly, screwing his eyes shut until it forces the tears in his eyes to dribble down his cheeks, "FUCK!" He repeated with a growl, slamming his fists against the floor, followed with banging the back of his head into the wall.

The only way he knew how to let out his frustrations was physically, whether it was working out, crying or even just slamming his body against things. It was all he knew.

What the fuck does he do with all these emotions in his chest?

He wishes at this very moment, that he didn't have a heart to love Taehyung with.

Maybe that would be better.

Come to think of it, he might as well not have one anymore.

Taehyung brought it with him when he left.

Jungkook sat this way for a while, eyes closed, letting his pain ooze out of his body in the form of tears-- and as he slowly calmed down, the stinging pain in his hand would numb the one in his chest.

He raised his hand to check it, blue and purple bruises adorning his fingers and knuckles, beautifully decorated with the broken skin and dried blood.

If only he had somebody to clean his wounds for once.

The second Taehyung slammed that door, he was broken down to a crying mess.

A river of never ending tears cascaded from his eyes, trickling down his face and wetting the fabric of his shirt, staining it momentarily.

The boy cursed himself out for being so emotional, roughly wiping at his eyes as he pushed on the door of the building, the night’s breeze flowing through his hair.

All the while, Tae couldn’t help but think.. ‘this is it, huh?’

Their relationship was over..

It had to be, he fucked up big time. He shouldn’t have opened his mouth!

Once Taehyung got in his car, his shaky hand tried fishing for his phone, attempting to see through the big blur.

He pressed call, his thumb and index finger pinching at the bridge of his nose, that feeling of remorse sneaking up on him again.

“Hello?”

“Hyung..” His voice wavered, causing him to bite down on his lip, eyes screwed tightly shut.

“I— uhm.. are you b-busy?”

“What? I was studying but.. no— no! Taehyung, what’s wrong?”

“I just, I need som-someone to talk to..”

“Come over.”

Jisoo had been cleaning around, about to go dump the empty box of pizza into the trash when a series of yelling garnered her attention.

She brushed it off at first, trying to make the big ass box fit, but then more yelling occurred.

Jisoo would’ve been less nosy if it didn’t sound like it was coming from Jungkook and Taehyung’s apartment..

They literally just left her place, what was going on?

The woman hesitated whether or not to intrude— to make sure that everything was alright. But as more time went on, it was obvious that things weren’t fine.

She couldn’t help but panic, was it something she did? Worse.

Something she said?

Jisoo knew she tended to ramble a lot.

A sudden bang in the wall made her jump in her spot, eyes instinctively going back to Yuna’s nursery room.

She was lucky her baby was a heavy sleeper.

It was at that moment that Jisoo decided she’d intervene, she would’ve blamed herself if she didn’t.

Just when she opened the door of her apartment, Taehyung slammed his.

She reached out a hand to him, but it was too late.

Growing even more worried, Jisoo didn’t bother knocking on the door, eyes widening when they fell on Jungkook’s figure.

His back was laying against the wall, face streaked with dry tears and knuckles bloodied.

It might’ve been the maternal instincts in her, but Jisoo’s tender heart hurt at the sight.

“Jungkook!” She called out, kneeling down next to the younger, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Are you okay?! What happened? Wait here, I have some stuff for your hand.”

Whatever happened, Jisoo was going to listen.

Jungkook's blank eyes flickered over to Jisoo's worried face-- she was a blur through his glassy layer adorning his eyes. For a split second, he almost thought it was his own mother. It just felt too similar-- sounded too similar to things she'd say.

Jisoo got up to sprint over to her apartment to pick up what she needed before coming back, only to find Kook looking slightly less out of it, his eyes finally flickering around the room until they landed on her.

''Noona?''

''Yes, Jungkook, it's me! Don't worry, okay?'' Jisoo was concerned, kneeling by his side as he reaches for his hand, ''Let me take a look at this and then we can talk about what happened?''

Jungkook's eyes never wavered from her form as she inspected the destroyed skin on his knuckles, making it easier for her by just placing his hand on his lap, hissing a little at the sight. It didn't look great. That's what he gets for bottling up his emotions.

''Okay..'' He weakly whispered back. Honestly, somebody to talk to was probably the one thing he did need.

Jisoo took the younger boy into her apartment, wanting him to get out of that suffocating room while she cared for his injured hand, carefully disinfecting the open wounds.

“Okay.. it should be good now. If it continues to bleed, let me know.”

The woman ushered in a soft tone, reassuringly squeezing Jungkook’s bandaged hand before setting it back down on his lap.

Jisoo was nosy, she wanted to know what happened— what made Kook so angry that he’d punch a hole in the wall..

But, she didn’t want to pry into the other’s personal life or overstep past an invisible yet obviously there line.

At last, Jisoo sat the medkit to the side, scooting closer to Jungkook before silently urging him to use her as a shoulder to cry on, fingers combing through the latter’s curled locks; tangled from her daughter’s messy grabbing.

“Hey.. it’s okay.” The older girl whispered, one arm wrapped around Kook’s shoulders, the other hand smoothing over his hair.

In this solemn moment, Jisoo felt like she had another kid. Jungkook seemed extremely hurt, she wanted to take his pain away.

Jungkook looked down at his bandaged hand for a moment, partially tensing up from her touch. But he didn't move away..

"Thank you..." his voice was hoarse from all the previous yelling, feeling guilty for the fact that she possibly heard the yelling. Even worse, it might've scared the baby.

He leaned into her touch, letting his weight melt into her shoulder as he sighs deeply when the wave of emotions slowly started to come back as Taehyung's words replayed in his head.

'Its not normal'

'It's not my fault your parents threw you out.'

Kooks eyes were glassy once more, his chest heaving with a shaky breath,

"I think Taehyung and I broke up."

At the younger’s weakened words, Jisoo’s light brown eyes enlarged, her hold around Jungkook’s shoulders tightening out of empathy.

Breakups are hard, she’d know. But sometimes.. it was for the best.

However, Jisoo had no idea what happened between the two, so it was too early to make a judgement. Not that Jungkook would care, but she oftentimes imposed her unwanted opinions on certain matters..

“I’m sorry to hear that,” She said, one hand reassuringly smoothing over the boy’s upper arm.

“But.. you think? Is it official..? Jungkook, what happened?”

Jisoo immediately regretted laying out one question after the other, knowing that the younger probably wasn’t in the right mindset to answer.

Jungkook thought about her words for a moment, responding with a shrug, however not giving a verbal answer. Instead, he focused his attention on how comforting this was-- Jisoo was.

How could she so easily give her shoulder to Jungkook? Help him, and make him feel cared for?

Honestly, it did help ease his pain, even if it was just a little bit.

Kook leaned his head on her shoulder, exhausted by it all,

''He said some fucked up things..'' His eyes widened, withdrawing to hold his mouth with wide eyes, ''Oh, I'm sorry noona--'' He got worried, not wanting the little one to hear his foul words.

A delighted smile lit up Jisoo’s face, who waved off the boy’s silly yet thoughtful concerns.

“Jungkook-ah, she’s asleep.”

Growing more amused by the second, she hid her face in her palms, the sound of her quiet laughter echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room.

Jisoo comfortably leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.

“It’s alright, I also curse. Maybe a little too much..”

She instinctively looked back at Yuna’s nursery room, a sigh leaving past her parted lips, arms crossed over her chest.

“But.. some men will bring that out of you— the cursing, amongst other things..”

Jisoo unglued her gaze from the room, now sparing a glance over at Jungkook once again.

“Hey, things will turn out for the better. Just let time do its magic..”

Jungkook smiles at how cute Jisoo's laugh is, a bunny-like smile on his own contrasting his previous sombre expression,

''You think so?'' He sighs softly, he can't help but wonder what Taehyung is up to..How he's doing. Did this even hurt him at all? Does he miss him?

Because, even if Jungkook is incredibly hurt, and incredibly angry.... One does not just stop giving a fuck about the other.

Even if he wishes he could. Maybe this was for the best..

After all, loving Kook apparently wasn't normal.

“Do I think so?” She playfully nudged Jungkook’s shoulder with her own, a teasing smirk on her lips.

“I know so.”

Jisoo stood up from the chair, smoothing out her cardigan before stretching her arms over her head.

“Come on, quit moping! I’ll make you some tea.”

“Hyung, I just don’t know why I said those things.. I-I didn’t mean them!”

Taehyung wiped at his eyes, nose stuffy and red.

He tried to let it all out before he got to Namjoon’s house but.. the second Joon asked him if he was okay, the tears came rolling down once again.

God.. he felt like such a pussy. Tae’s never cried in front of anyone before /about/ anyone.

But he knew that if he wanted the elder to listen to him, he’d have to open up despite his conscience telling him not to.

So there he was, in Namjoon’s living room spilling his heart out about Jungkook, not giving a shit that he’d just outed their relationship to the latter.

After all, he was the one who didn’t want anyone to know.

And at this moment, if Taehyung wanted things to make sense, he’d have to be truthful to Namjoon.

“I told him that what we had wasn’t normal— not in those exact words but.. fuck. I really fucked it up, didn’t I?” He glanced over at Joon, expecting his hyung to scold him for saying such a thing.

Namjoon sat in silence, occasionally giving a nod to reassure Taehyung that he was listening intently to every word.

fuck, that was a lot to take in.

But was he surprised about their relationship? Not really.

Did he expect Taehyung to be the one running to him crying about the younger? No fucking way.

But here they were, Taehyung being the broken man he is, the first time ever seeing him cry like this. And all because of his own doing.

''Taehyung...'' Namjoon begun, placing a comforting hand on the youngers shoulder, ''Sometimes you say things during fights, it's not... sometimes people fight.'' He pauses to gather himself before saying what he's about to say,

''Did you apologise?''

“Apologize?” Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms before looking off elsewhere, facial expression stiff, “Even if I wanted to, Kook would never let me.” Tae stared down at his thigh, noting how anxious he was by the way it didn’t seem to sit still.

“Hell, you know how stubborn he can be.”

Namjoon nods, daring to put more weight on his comforting hand, letting it slide down Tae's back,

''Oh, I know. You both are.'' he sighs with a small smile, remembering always trying to make them get along, then having them constantly glued together, and now this... It kind of hurt namjoon too, seeing them go through this.

''It's never too late, you know? Maybe he just needs to cool off...'' His mind wanders, eyebrows furrowing, not sure if he dares to ask-- but he was also concerned for kook, ''Is he alone?''

What if Jungkook had nobody to talk to ?

“Maybe,” the younger boy breathed out, sinking back into the couch with dimmed, puffy eyes staring off into nothingness; his mind numb.

He chanted Namjoon’s words to himself, enough times so he wouldn’t forget.

‘It’s never too late.’

He anxiously began nibbling on his lips at Joon’s following question, worried that it might be the harsh reality.

Jungkook being alone, with no one to take care of him.

More guilty tears rushed to the brim of Taehyung’s eyes, memories flickering back to the vivid image of Kook’s bleeding hand, blood gushing from the damaged skin.

But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t allow himself to cry anymore.

A few more minutes passed by, and Taehyung stood up from the couch, thanking Namjoon for his time before insisting that he had to leave.

“Taehyung..!” Joon hollered out, stopping the latter before he reached his car.

“Be careful, alright?”

With one stiff nod from the younger, Namjoon watched him drive away.

Namjoon couldn’t stop himself— he wanted to see how Jungkook was doing.

He tried calling, but there wasn’t an answer.

And truthfully, that nearly gave the Captain a heart attack.

What if Kook did something stupid? Like drowning his sorrows with alcohol..

The elder arrived at the boy’s apartment building, trying to remember the correct number of the room.

When he was sure that he had arrived at the right one, Joon knocked on the door, a little louder than he normally would have knocked.

He knocked again, and again, taking a few steps back to take a peek at the number once again. It was the right one..

“Jungkook! It’s Joon.” The latter leaned closer to the door, knuckles hitting the wooden surface.

“How is your tea?” Jisoo smiled, rubbing Jungkook’s shoulder.

She was glad he seemed a little more relaxed; less distressed.

However, a series of loud knocks caught her attention, followed by the other’s name.

“I’ll get it.” She insisted, getting up from her seat before unlocking her own door, poking her head out.

“Hello? Uhm.. are you looking for Jungkook?”

Jisoo spoke to the strange man, soft eyes scanning down his figure.

Was he a friend of Kook’s?

He seemed young.

Namjoon's attention quickly shifted towards the voice coming from the door next to Kook's, his breath almost taken away by her beauty. He swears that if he wasn't so caught up and worried, his heart would have skipped at least two beats.

''Y-yeah, I am, do you know where he is?''

Jisoo didn't reply right away, a little concerned as to whether or not this was true, ''What's your name?''

''Uh,'' Joon felt a little confused, ''Namjoon.''

Jisoos head popped back inside, glancing over towards Jungkook,

''Do you know a Namjoon? He's looking for you. Do I need to beat him?''

Jungkook's eyes widen a bit, hand waving in the air, ''I know him, hes my friend.''

Jisoo nods, popping her head back out before opening the door wider,

''He's in here..I'm Jisoo, by the way.''

Namjoon quickly jogged over to her apartment, bowing deeply to her before practically running to Jungkook's side,

''Kook, are you okay? I was worried when you didn't answer your phone and tae--..'' He stopped himself, clamping down at his lower lip. This wasn't any of his business-- Only to make sure he's okay.

Jungkook deliberately ignored the mention of Taehyung, nodding as he subtly tried to hide the bandaged hand,

''Yeah, I'm good.''

Namjoon had a hard time believing that.

“Are you really, though?” He glanced over at Jisoo, as if asking for permission to drag a chair closer to Jungkook’s side.

The girl simply extended out a hand, taking a seat before bringing the cup of tea up to her lips, sitting across from the pair of friends.

“Jungkook..”

He didn’t know what to say. For one, Joon didn’t want to throw in Taehyung’s name, afraid that it was still too.. recent.

And secondly, he knew Kook wasn’t good.

Namjoon wanted to tell him how deeply affected Taehyung was by all of this; showing up to his doorstep with tears in his tired eyes. Hoping that’d make him see that it was okay to be ‘not okay’ by what happened..

Fuck, he wanted them to work through this, but he didn’t know where to start.

A big part of him was aware that it wasn’t up to him to fix, but up to them.

Joon’s eyes widened once they shifted over to Jungkook’s bandaged hand,

“Dude, what happened?!”

Jungkook pressed his lips together tightly when his hand was caught by Namjoon’s eye, internally trying to figure out an excuse.

But excuses were exhausting…

So he opted for, well, some truth. He was a terrible liar anyway,

"Well, uh..." he lifted his hand to observe the bandage himself, twisting his wrist to look at it at different angles, "I punched my wall."

Namjoon blinked once, twice...

He punched a wall? Jungkook?

"Why?"

Kook shrugged, as if it was no big deal, even though he knew it was,

"I got angry....he.." a sigh left jungkook between his words, his voice growing frustrated again, "he made me so angry that I didn't know what to do with myself--" his eyes were fixed on his knuckles, clenching his fist, "I wanted to punch him for it... but I couldn't."

Joon sank back in his seat with a deep exhale; Taehyung left that part out of the story...

He wondered; on a scale of one to ten, how bad was it? If Jungkook punched a wall, it had to be pretty high up there.

“Does it hurt? Are you hurting anywhere else?”

Sensing that Kook didn’t want to be bombarded with so many questions, Jisoo stepped in on his behalf.

“It’s fine now.” She spoke, looking at a worried Namjoon, hoping to ease his nerves with her signature smile.

“I patched him up. He actually took it pretty well, didn’t wince once.”

Jungkooks shoulders visibly relaxed when Jisoo stepped in, he wasn't up for too many questions. He smiled vaguely at the praise, shrugging,

"It's not that bad."

It was kind of bad. But he knows namjoon would worry his ass off even more than necessary.

Namjoon's eyes fell on Jisoo, her smile causing his breath to once again get stuck in his throat. What is with this girl? Where did she come from? That raises new questions in joons head, figuring he'd give kook a break,

"That reminds me, how do you two know each other? Well-- obviously you're neighbours.. but, one does not go hang out with their neighbours out of the blue?" He was rambling.

Jisoo smiled wider, "Coincidence. We became friends after they helped me--- well.. I suppose kook and I became friends." She shrugged too.

Jungkook nods, leaning back into his seat. He was getting tired.

"Uh, noona, what time is it?" He had completely forgotten. Its fucking school tomorrow.

Jisoo reached over for her phone, met by a picture of Yuna as her lock screen, “Close to ten.”

Her eyes slightly widened in surprise, time didn’t drag out as long with Jungkook keeping her company.

It’s been a while since she’s actually sat down with someone and.. talked/

. It was nice— more than, actually.

Jisoo didn’t know how much she craved quality human interaction— for the lack of a better word— until now.

“You have school tomorrow, hm? Go on, you need sleep!”

The woman playfully shooed Jungkook out of her apartment, taking the cup of tea from his hand before following behind him and Namjoon.

“Jungkook-ah, if you ever need to talk, you know where I’ll be.”

Jisoo reminded, hoping that the younger wouldn’t hesitate to come to her whenever he needed, or wanted to.

“And.. Namjoon..?”

“Yes, t-that’s my name.”

Dumbass..

She chuckled, amused with his shy demeanor.

“It was nice meeting you, as well. Promise me you’ll look out for him?”

Namjoon nods, as if he wasn't already doing that for as long as he's known the younger guy. But there he was, presuming her to soothe her nerves.

The two boys bid their goodbyes and head out the door, only to stroll over to Jungkooks.

Namjoon places a hand on the youngers shoulder before he steps inside,

"Hey, kook?.."

Jungkook turns to meet eyes with his hyung, the obvious concern in the elders face was soothing. He really does have people who care about him so much, huh,

"I'm okay, really," Jungkook smiles, pushing the door open, "dont worry about it," he waves his bandaged hand.

Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest with a sigh,

"It isn't the hand I'm concerned about... well, a bit-- but..." he was truly concerned for what's gonna happen between kook and tae... were they gonna talk tomorrow? Figure it out? Fight again?

Shit.. and Joon really just wants to help.

"It's not your problem to fix, hyung." Jungkook's voice grew serious, which surprised the elder. He sounded so grown up.

Honestly, what more can he say? Kook is right, supposedly. It was their problem.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Kook continued before shutting the door behind him, not bothering to even undress before he lays down in the bed, feeling his chest tighten at the mere thought of tomorrow.

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