#she insists hes not doing anything wrong and she supports him!! but he can TASTE it. in there. in her words.

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lemongrab (Starts vibrating so hard i explode)

i do think pb is calm now but i dont think she likes wizards. i dont know. i dont know. and i saw how she treated lemongrab, she didn't really like him either. like. you all saw that. peps didnt want to see that he didnt want to think about it at the time, how they were treating the actual literal heir to the throne and also just how they were treating this man, he didn't realize. he didn't. and now. and . dont .get me talking about lemongrab. or i will talk. for ever

pep: you ate your brother lg: lg: you won't have that problem pep: i could eat you lg: try it

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 25

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Elvis is determined not to give up on Honey

Warning: Swearing(?)

Song: Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley

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I spend the next hours getting Charles and I ready for the show tonight. It was the first time we were going to be making an official public appearance, so I had no doubt reporters would be there, ready to snap a picture for whatever controversy they wanted to spread for the night.

I dust eye shadow onto my lids while regretting every decision I’ve made today and still pretending not to miss it. I really didn’t want to go, but the least I can do is support Elvis. We were still friends after all, not to mention he’s my only ride back to Memphis.

I arrive late, maybe on purpose, but mostly to avoid the crowd. Jerry meets us at the door and sneaks us in, sliding us past guests to an open table. A chill runs through my body. The theater is huge and filled to the brim with people. Beautiful lights decorate the walls, illuminating the room in a majestic kind of way. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and a giant golden curtain from the stage. I’ve never seen anything like it before. The atmosphere has such an intense energy, it’s enough to leave me feeling giddy despite all the thoughts that have been circulating my head.

I catch a glimpse of Elvis on stage, already halfway through his performance, while I hold Charles' hand behind me. Elvis says something to his large band behind him, before turning back around towards the audience with a smile.

I find Marcella seated in the center of the theater, adorned in a beautiful dress. She side eyes me as we walk past her table, trying to intimidate me with her glare but it does little to bring me down. I’m done fighting her for a lost cause. She can win all she wants.

“We're caught in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much, baby”

Cheering intensifies as Elvis begins a new song. He dances around center stage in a white suit. He makes a few jokes, getting a kick out of making the audience laugh, but then, he catches me walking through the crowd and an unsettling look replaces his smile.

“Why can't you see

What you're doing to me

When you don't believe a word I say?”

Jerry places us at a table off to the side. I nervously take my seat next to Charles in the red booth. A waitress stops by, setting down two waters, lemon wedges on the side, in front of the small yellow lantern on the table. Charles immediately takes the glass and guzzles it down, droplets of water spilling down his face and onto the new button up his dad just bought him.

“Charles, baby, slow down. You’re gonna choke.” I say trying to coax the glass from him before he hurts himself.

He sets it down empty, letting out a loud ‘AHH’, before taking the lemon off to taste it. His face instantly scrunches at the sour flavor and spits it out, the fruit tumbling across the table. He then reaches for my water to wash away the taste, and turns back to watch his father with my glass still in his hands.

Lord. Why do these two boys insist on keeping me so stressed? At least he keeps me sane through all this. I smirk, shaking my head at him, before looking to the stage.

When I look back up, I make eye contact with Elvis. He gulps loud enough that I hear it come through the speakers. His voice goes quieter, slowly spilling out the lyrics off beat to the music. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, almost anxious for him. What is he doing? Is something wrong?

“So if an old friend I know

Drops by to say hello

Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

You can't see the tears are real

I'm crying” 

His face contorts into that of sadness, seeming choked up and authentically mimicking the words he’s singing. He attempts to look around at his audience, but with each line he sings, his eyes seem to drift back to me.

I give him a worried look, as if to ask if he’s okay. He only gives a hesitant half nod, before closing his eyes and trying to concentrate on the song. His voice grows in volume once more, finally finding his rhythm again.

“We can't go on together

With suspicious minds 

And we can't build our dreams

On suspicious minds”

He swings his arm in the air, dropping onto his knees, shouting passionately, but breathlessly into the microphone.

Oh, let our love survive

I'll dry the tears from your eyes

Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know I've never lied to you”

He looks me directly in my eyes. We were so many feet apart, yet I still couldn’t help but feel so small and targeted under his gaze. He sings me the lyrics, reassuring me of their every word while begging for my understanding. On that stage, I see the boy I knew 10 years ago singing to me. The world against us, our lives at odds, while he painfully fought for our love, fought for my trust in the best way he knew how, through song.

The crowd uproars, standing to cheer for him. He walks towards the side of the stage, happily greeting fans by the stairs. He then disappears behind the now standing table in front of me. I rise to my feet to try and glance over their heads to find him again. After seconds of searching, eventually I catch a glimpse of that sweat, black swoop in his hair towering above the crowd.

Women throw themselves at him, screaming, touching him, grabbing him. He reaches down, planting quick kisses on their cheeks to satisfy them, making a feeling bubble in the pit of my stomach that I didn’t like. He scans the crowd, desperately looking for something before landing on me and stalking in my direction. In a room full of hundreds, he could only see me, and I him.

My stomach then drops, unsure what his next move could be. I twiddle with my fingers in my spot, my heart beat quickening with every foot closer he gets. He sneaks past the audience, pushing past the crowd to the best of his ability until he’s standing directly in front of me, out of breath and sweat pouring from his skin.

The entire room now has their eyes on us, but mine couldn’t leave his. As I’m about to reach out and ask if he’s alright, he lifts a hand to cup my cheek, the other grasping onto my hand. In that moment, life seemed to freeze around me, passing by slowly while my mind stayed in a bubble of just him and I. His voice echoes above all the rest of the other noise, being the only thing I could hear. “I love you, Bumble.” One camera flash. Then, he reaches down to capture my lips. Two camera flashes. Three. Four. I place my hands on his chest, fighting between pushing him away or pulling him closer, settling on the idea of doing absolutely nothing.

He leans away, leaving my lips to the cold air and my cheeks to the cool metal of his rings. He gives me a smirk, before being pulled into the mob of people by his manager. The Colonel gives me an evil eye, pushing Elvis back towards the stage. 

I’m equally embarrassed as I am madly in love. Elvis can make some dumb decisions sometimes, but, boy, does he make his apologies grand.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and twist my head to see Jerry waving us to follow him. While the crowd is distracted, we weave through the tables and out the door before the photographers take notice of my absence. Jerry then escorts me backstage where I find Colonel, Marcella, and Vernon, who I haven’t seen since the day Elvis left. 

Vernon looks at me with cautious eyes, while Charles walks over to him. “Hey, grandpa!”

“Hey, kid.” He greets back. I see Elvis has already introduced the two of them. Marcella snaps back at their voices, taking note that I’ve now joined them in the room.

The second the curtains come down and Elvis gets off stage, Charles is running up to him. “That was great, Dad! I liked that one move you did when you went-” He begins throwing his body around, making swooshing noises, mimicking the dance moves he saw. Elvis laughs, distractedly watching him, still trying to take peeks at me.

Marcella is next to run over, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You were amazing out there, baby!” She says through her teeth, grasping on to every last drop of hope she could. She kisses him, but Elvis tries to pry himself away, only looking at me in the process.

I sigh. I have so many different emotions swarming in my head right now, I don’t know what to make of anything anymore. I take what’s left of my dignity and turn around towards the exit.  “Come on, Charles. We need to get back to our room.” I say reaching for his hand.

I manage to escape the backstage without running into any of Elvis’ fans or being followed by any particular someones. Once upstairs, Charles plops on the bed like he always does, but this time he doesn’t bother to turn on the TV. He sits with a thoughtful face, staring into the patterns of the carpet. I drag my worn out body into the bathroom to remove my jewelry and step into my comfortable pajamas. “Why are you so sad, Ma?” He ponders, swinging his legs off the edge.

I sigh, grabbing a wet rag, turning off the light, and sitting next to him on the bed, he bounces from my newly added weight. “There’s a lot been going on between Daddy and I, that’s all.” Is that already more than I should be saying to him? I gulp, nervously waiting for his reaction, while I slowly scrub eyeshadow from my lids.

“Like what?”

Aw, shit. “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.” I try to reassure him, but he ponders on.

“Do you still love him?”

I go quiet. “Well…yeah, of course…”

“What about Marcella?” He asks with furrowed brows.

I stare off into the distance with a sigh. “I don’t know, baby. I do not know.”

He hums, unsatisfied with the answer, but knowing to drop it. He then lies his head down in my lap, hands on his stomach, while he looks up at me. “Can you tell me how you and dad met?”

A light chuckle escapes my lips, not expecting such a question after everything. “We knew each other since kids, you know that.”

“No, the story. The exact day.” He demands with a large smile.

Damn, I don’t even think I remember. “Well, Grandma Loretta and Grandma Gladys were good friends before I was born. Grandma Gladys would bring your daddy over to our house all the time. I was a baby when I first met him.” I get an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I don’t think I’ve lived a single day without knowing Elvis and it pains me to even think about having another day without him again, but I guess what needs to be done will be done.

I look up from my target on the ground, jumping when I find Elvis in the doorway. I got so lost in thought, I didn’t even notice the door open. Charles snaps up from my lap, confused as to why I was so startled. “Did you just notice he’s here??” He asks astoundedly.

I smile, turning away in embarrassment. Elvis chuckles, stepping in and closing the door behind him. He carefully joins us on the bed, sitting down slowly to wait for me to protest, but I don’t. Charles lays down between the two of us, looking up at the ceiling. “When did you know you loved each other?”

My eyebrows raise. “What do you mean, baby?” I ask him, hoping to prolong the time I have to answer.

He shrugs. “Well, people can’t make a baby without love, so what’s the day you knew you wanted to have me?

How do I get myself out of this one? I really hope that’s all he knows about how babies are made. A few incoherent noises escape my mouth before I find words. “I was too young to remember the day I fell in love.”

Elvis smacks his lips at my phony answer. “Don’t give me that. When’s the day you knew?” He asks, suddenly very involved and intrigued in our conversation now.

I cross my arms. “Well, when’s the day you knew?” I challenge right back.

He turns away in thought. “The day I was tryna teach you how to sing at Club Handy. You were still talkin to Michael, still scared about us and it drove me crazy, but I tried to give you the space you needed cause I didn’t want you to not trust me. But, my God, you looked so beautiful that night. It was the first time I felt like I truly had you to myself, like I saw a part of you no one else was allowed to see.” He takes a deep breath, pleased with his answer, before turning to me, waiting for mine.

I got so caught up in his words, I didn’t even bother to think up my answer yet. I had no idea he loved me that soon. “Well,” I start, still thinking. “Honestly, I think the same day.” He smacks his lips again, rolling his eyes and groaning. “I’m serious!” I laugh, smacking him on the arm. “That’s why I panicked and tried to run off that day, because I knew I felt something serious for you. The day that I finally acknowledged it was the day of the charity concert. Before the champagne by the way.” I reassure him, earning a chuckle. “When you walked away after our fight, I felt such a deep emptiness in me that I couldn’t run from even if I tried. I knew that if I left for Chicago, that I’d never forgive myself and would spend the rest of my life searching for someone like you.” And I was right.

I swallow, sheepishly looking up to meet his eyes. His cheeks lift into a tender smile, while he reaches out to place his hand over mine, carefully snaking his thumb under my palm so he can lift it into his grasp.

Just then, a snore interrupts our sentimental moment. Somewhere in the middle of our conversation, Charles had fallen asleep. I would have laughed had I not felt so incredibly vulnerable in front of Elvis just now.

I take my hand from him, dropping my voice into a whisper to not wake our sleeping child. “What did you come here for? I told you we shouldn’t-” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me in for a deep kiss to shut me up. Oh…well, guess I can’t stay mad at this.

“I ain’t given up on you that easily, baby. Done wasted over half my life doin nothin but wishin I had you. I’m done with that.” His whispers graze along my lips, his thumb across my cheek. “I’m done.” He assures once more.

I close my eyes, resting my forehead against his. “How do I know this is real? That this is the last time we stop putzin around and finally be together.”

His eyes meet mine, lonely and longing, but ever so determined. “I can’t promise you perfection. I ain’t no saint. Never been.”

“I know that.” I giggle.

He smiles, licking his bottom lips. “But I can promise that you are the only one, mama. Don’t know how many times I gotta tell ya, but I’ll keep doin it til you believe me. After all these long, long years, I’m still in love with you. Always have been, always will be. You and me against the world, Bumble.”

He knows just those 6 words were enough to repeatedly put my heart at ease. I smile, stealing another kiss from him.

“Are you two together now?”

I jump away from Elvis, holding my heart at our son's sudden voice. I spin around, seeing him up and awake with a dubious eyebrow raised.

Elvis reaches for my hand once more. “Mama and I have always been together in our hearts.” I roll my eyes with a smile. He’s so cheesy.

“Good. I didn’t like having two moms.” He states, falling back into the pillows.

Elvis guiltily chuckles, stretching out and standing from his spot. “Guess I should get back. Make sure she’s signin them divorce papers and not tearin ‘em to shreds.”

I scoff, standing up with him to follow him to the door. As he’s about to say goodbye, something at the end of the hall catches his eyes. He stands up straight, nervously sterning up his face. Confused, I poke my head outside the room, seeing The Colonel marching towards us, angry as ever.

“You!” He points. “Your wife is very upset, boy. Now, I think it’s in your best interest you keep that girl happy whether it be diamonds or not kissing other women, you better do it. In case you have forgotten, her daddy is the reason you have this show in the first place.”

“I’m divorcin Marcella.” He flatly lays out.

Colonel stumbles over his words, looking between us with a mix of various different emotions. “You’re not going to take a second to think about this?”

Elvis scoffs. “I been thinkin bout this my whole life. I only want one girl and it sure as hell ain’t her. You’ve known that from the beginning.”

Colonel's eye twitches and I swear I see hell shine across them, the lost look in his eyes now replaced with something sinister. “Elvis, I have been with you since you were nothing but a scared little boy doing lewd gyrations on stage. You are making a big mistake.”

Elvis’ fist turns white against the red walls. “I made up my mind, Colonel. Honey and I been through hell and back and I’m done making excuses for other people’s opinions. We’re together and ain’t nothin you can do about it.”

“I’ve worked too hard to keep her away, I’m not letting you throw your career away because of one foolish girl again.” He angrily taps his cane on the ground.

Elvis pauses. “What do you mean ‘worked too hard to keep her away’?”

‘We’re lookin for Elvis Presley and Honey James. Be you they?’

“I tried to reason with you, but you were an immature boy, you would ignore my every call. So I did the only thing I could do to get you to listen.”

‘I promise you I didn’t call the cops that day!’

“Colonel, what the hell are you talkin about?!” Elvis shouts.

‘Another colored woman locked up will have little effect on your reputation.’

My heart beats so strongly, I can feel it through my entire body. That night. The night that felt like the end of everything. “You called the cops.”

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For steve when the reader is sick not like a cold sick but more of s long term sick and hes all fluffy and caring and loving and supportive

I'm extremely nervous about this one, but I tried. I promise, I really tried.

Warnings for hurt/comfort sorta, angst sorta, no specific mentions of what is wrong, oof--no editing, and then I just ran with some fluff...my version of fluff, I should say... ~1.3k

In Sickness and In Health

“Steve, stop fussing.”

“I’m not fussing. I’m making you food.”

“In that way. You are making food in that way that says you’re treating me like an invalid.”

“Everyone eats, sweetheart.”

“But everyone isn’t—“

“So you’ll be wanting a lemonade with this, I think,” he practically yells over you before you can name it again.

He can’t stop. He’s too proud or too petrified or something, but he hasn’t stopped for an instant. Not in weeks. No missions. Maybe two meetings. He helps you—unnecessarily—get ready for work and wind down when you get back. Every damn day.

It’s very cute and sweet and completely infuriating because he knows. You’re annoyed and feeling so overwhelmingly cared for, simultaneously flattered and exhausted by the idea that you maybe haven’t earned this level of care. All you did was fall ill. All your body did was fail you. The whole thing has been a tough pill to swallow.

You want to be grateful for Steve and all his…Steveness, but damn it, you also just want to feel like the same person you were before, the same person you might be again. Maybe. Except nothing is guaranteed, so it feels like you need to earn getting better even though there’s nothing that you did to lose the privilege of being alive. How do you make something right when you never did anything wrong?

“Don’t give me that face,” he grumps, sautéing something that should smell yummy but only makes you frown harder.

You lean against the kitchen counter and stare—pout really—arms crossed over your chest. No matter how much he feeds you, you’ll start losing weight soon. It’ll be obvious. You’re sure you’ll see that tell-tale change in the way he looks at you. You’re trying to prepare for that day, and it’s too hard to savor these moments when it should feel supportive and loving and normal.

“What face?” Obviously, you fucking know what face you’re making.

“If you’re going to stand there and look like that, at least pour me a drink, too.”

He’s gonna do that thing. That super annoying thing where he makes a satisfied ‘ahh’ sound after tasting a refreshing beverage. You know it’s coming, but you fill the glass with the lemonade that Steve made yesterday (during nearly this exact same conversation) and hand it over.

“Ahh,” he sips and smacks his lips dramatically.

You land halfway between punching him and smiling, so it’s a smirk and a gentle fist-bump to his arm.

“There she is,” he croons. “Now grab a plate.”

“You’re not eating?” Way to make you feel more like an invalid, Steve.

“No,” he argues, tilting some extra liquid off into the sink before transferring the dish, “we are sharing. In bed.”

Well. You’ll be damned. Steve Rogers loathes food in the bed.

He’s cute. That little shit is cute as he insists you tuck yourself between his legs and prop up against his chest. He takes turns with you: him feeding himself, him offering you a bite, you forking your own delicious mouthfuls in, and him asking for a bite without lifting a finger to do it himself.

He insists—as he’s done every night so far—that you two watch your favorite show, or listen to that book on tape you’ve been meaning to start, or play that new album from one of your most beloved artists. Steve just…adores you as if it’s no big deal.

You should love that the world centers around you, right? But it feels weird. It feels wrong in some way.

“I can’t take this anymore,” you finally break to him. “Seriously, you’re either acting like nothing’s wrong or that I’m fragile or both…which is just—“ you toss the plate onto his bedside table and wave your hands about, already tired (but you won’t admit it) “—how are you doing both of those things at once?!”

Steve’s eyes soften as if frowning, but his lips still turn up. He’s made of juxtapositions in every way: old and new, tender and strong, smart but naïve, a rock-hard teddybear.

“Sweetheart, I had an actually laundry list of things wrong with me for my entire life…up until I didn’t. And I may have been sick but it was still my life for a long, long time. I couldn’t just…do nothing. Buck and I were kids, ya know, teenage boys, so he made me do everything he did, exactly as much as he did. He wouldn’t coddle me—hell, he put me in way more danger than my ma ever knew about—and I still got in—“ his eyes go wide “—a lot of fights. A lot of fights which I had no business surviving, honestly.”

“Did all of it anyway.” Steve shrugs. “I’m just doing things with you that I love doing. I want you to live right now as much as I want you every day after this. Please don’t take your time away from me, too.”

Steve cups your face in his hands. “And yeah, I expect you to fight me on this. I fought Bucky tooth and nail for years. I know it feels like you have no control. I know it’s easy to lose sight of the point to anything, to everything.” He releases your face only to sweep his arms around your waist and pull you close, chin tucked over your shoulder so your cheek rests on his soft hair. “I also know that it’s incredibly hard to deny the good stuff when someone follows you around with it and shoves it in your face whenever possible.”

Steve showers your neck with kisses that tickle ferociously, sending you leaning back into him with your full weight, giggling and sighing until he’s had his flirtatious fill.

“A lesson from Bucky?” When your body stops weakly flailing, you feel boneless in a good way for once.

“You know it. That jerk,” he mumbles. “We can do different things. Whatever you want. Just let me still be here, please.” 

It’s serious. You know he’s being so serious, but he has to understand. He says he understands. Everything outside your front door is about treating, coping, adjusting, accepting. In here, Steve is pushing normalcy, one thing you want but that feels so out of reach.

“So…by your example,” you tease, dipping your eyes to where he holds you firm, “I should keep picking fights.”

He purses his lips and clears his throat. “I’d prefer you didn’t.” He lightens when that gets another smile out of you. “You should let me love you.”

Steve rolls a finger down your face. “My whole life with you is on borrowed time. I should have been dead for years by now, but everyday I get this—“ he reaches down to thread his fingers through yours “—with you. And yes, sometimes I feel like I’m cheating time, and sometimes I wonder…what would happen if I weren’t here. The only thing those thoughts ever remind me of is that I am here though.”

He leans forward to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

“And you’re really cute when you’re grumpy.”

“Oh, I see,” you mutter into his lips, “you think you can keep being noble about this until I give in to you?”

He’s deliberate and languid in his physical reply, taking his time to adore every failing muscle in your fatigued body, but recovery or not, Steve never wavers. 

“Yes, dear,” he whispers softly. “All day. Everyday. Over and over again.”

It’s the same love he showed you before. It’s the same love he’ll show you forever, however long that may be. For either of you. For both of you. Together.

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Lone Blue Egg (Pt. 3)

Header and lines by the talented @awrkives

Summary: Jungkook is a simple man. He goes to work, he hangs out with friends, he worries about finding a mate to take home for his hometown breeding season. Maybe he spends a little more money on cam girls than is fiscally responsible but he has niche tastes. Maybe he feels a bit adrift, but he’s a young penguin hybrid, supposedly in his prime, far from his crèche. At least he’s good at one thing: taking care of his precious egg. A comfort egg, not a real egg, he’s not a real penguin, just a man with penguin DNA and behavioral tendencies. Just like Yoongi isn’t actually an owl, even if he does stay up all night and sometimes hoot to fuck with their roommates. But this is a real love story, even if a slightly odd one.

Penguin Hybrid Jungkook x Bird Female OC Book 1 in the Birdtan Series

CW/TAGS: humor, drama, angst, cringe, explicit sex, toy play/toy uh obsession?, ice cubes, porn, cam girls and masturbation, oviposition, oral (both), edging, semi-public shenanigans, mammoth condoms, specism, language, theft

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“And it’s bullshit, just because he’s a seagull doesn’t mean he can blame it on that,” Jungkook ranted, left hand gesturing while his right held the gyro half a foot from his mouth. “Yoongi just talked to him about it and he said he’d do better –because it’s not even about the money, it’s about the time and the energy I put in to cooking– but then he just fucking did it again!”

He took a massive bite of his gyro and chewed angrily and turned to Rana, eager to hear her chime in with her easy supportive “fuck that guy!” The way she said it always both fanned and soothed the flames of Jungkook’s outrage. Not that he was usually a very outrage-y guy; honestly he was hard to rankle and usually just enjoyed listening to her talk about weird, random things going on in her head. But when he did get rankled, he’d experienced a couple times now the way Rana could take hold of that anger, spin it around a few times, and shoot it off into the stratosphere with her “fuck that guy!” She didn’t even do anything but something about the sincere energy in the way she said it was just what he needed –whether it was grumbling about the new engineer who’d been hired for his company but did shit-all and then kept asking Jungkook to bail him out at the last second, or Steven who couldn’t stop scarfing down the food Jungkook made, or Chad going into his room while he wasn’t home because he wanted to borrow his barbells and felt like because he paid the most (for the biggest room!), the whole apartment was his territory. Rana was easy to talk to about basically anything, if he felt the need to.

Though there was one thing he never brought up with her during their workday lunch dates or occasionally shared commute (she took the same bus he did, just got off a few stops after him, if they happened to leave at the same time.) Well, two things: Yoongi’s suggestion of the egg sex thing for obvious reasons, and his dating life in general because the one time he had admitted he was trying to meet a penguin woman to take home for the holiday season, she’d rolled her eyes so dramatically he’d briefly thought she was having a seizure.

Taehyung and Yoongi both found these off-limits topics stupid. They had told him so bluntly. After Jungkook’s drunk and desperate tirade about the state of dating apps while stretched over the foot of Taehyung’s bed recently because he was positive he’d sent a message to every penguin girl within a two-hour drive and no one wanted to even respond, Taehyung had divebombed across his stomach, knocked the wind out of him, and then scolded, “Ask that girl at work. Your new best friend.” When Jungkook had adamantly insisted there was nothing romantic between them –and quickly added “or sexual!” in case Yoongi had said something– Taehyung had simply rolled his eyes, “Yeah, but she’s still a woman. Maybe she can figure out what’s wrong with you. I mean with your profile.” And he’d given that cheeky shit-eating grin, revealing the slip of his words had been on purpose. 

But no. Jungkook was definitely not going to bring that up. Rana wasn’t a penguin woman! She couldn’t speak for the tastes of penguin women. She’d flat out criticized penguin women multiple times, to his face, laughing with that toothy smile that they sounded boring and dull. He wasn’t even bringing it up! Just in relation to a penguin actress in a movie or a new girl in the office who was a penguin (yes, Jungkook had asked her out via the app twice before and she’d ghosted him… awk.) 

He paused his complaints to take another bite, slowing down only because he almost choked trying to eat and talk too quickly –which was unlike him. Rana usually did most of the talking at lunch, which was fine with him, but he realized in the ensuing silence now that maybe the reason he was talking so much was because she wasn’t. She didn’t even talk now, in the silence. Only then did he realize she’d barely responded at all, and was mostly staring at the ground as she quietly ate her loaded potato fries with a little wooden fork. They didn’t sell those in the atrium so he didn’t even know where she got that food.

“Hey,” he said. He kicked her ankle to get her attention, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Huh? Nothing.”

“You’re quiet.”

At least it was easy to break her open. At just that gentle poke, she sighed loud like a cartoon character and blurted out,

“Ok, there’s this competition for a public works commission and I really want it because it’s like big, you know?.”

“What’s a public works commission? What is that?”

“It’s like a big artwork that someone commissioned that’s just like out there. Like… statues in the park, or a big mural on the side of a building or something. It’s a big deal, it’s like a real thing, you know? So I really want to apply to this one but the domain is blocked on my work computer and my computer at home is eating shit-fizzles.”

“Uh…. what?” He cocked his head at her, not sure what the fuck she’d just said.

“Eating shit-fizzles.”

“That’s not language, what are you saying?”

“It is language! It’s words I’m saying to you!”

“Yeah but I don’t know what that means, so it’s not language.”

“That’s like saying if I speak Spanish to you but you don’t understand it, it’s not a language.”

He huffed, “Does anyone in the world know what it means for a computer to eat shit-fizzles?”

“You can guess.”

“If I have to guess, it’s not successful communication!”

“Ok, Mr. Expert Communicator!”

“Fucking hell, just use normal words. Your computer at home isn’t working?”

“Yeah, it’s not working,” she shrugged, the volume replaced with an intense stare at her food. She stabbed a fry with her wooden fork repeatedly. “So I can’t download or submit the application, and I can’t make my proposal because my inventory stuff is all on my computer and my design software…”

“You use design software?” he asked, face screwing up. “I thought you’d just wing it–”

Her outrage was instant.

“No, Jungkook, I work really hard on my art and there’s a lot of thought I put into it!” she said and promptly stood. He’d never seen her this kind of pissed before. He recoiled from it. Why was she mad at him?! He hadn’t done anything wrong except argue with her about some dumb term she made up!

“Ok, geez, I don’t know anything about your process– hey! Wait!” He leapt up and ran after her; she was so fucking fast but he caught up and grabbed her arm. “I was going to say, I do know about computers though.”

She clutched her potato fries to her chest and glared at him. Glared. Her mouth pouted out and her brow furrowed and she simultaneously looked furious and adorable, like she’d rip out your intestines if she could but it would also probably tickle. 

“Look, uh… do you know why your computer is um… eating shit-fizzles?”

“No,��� she said. Short and suspicious, but she didn’t turn away. “I just need it to work. I’m not great with computers I guess, I don’t know. I turn it on and it just goes pew pew poof poof,” she said, making the fingers of her free hand open and shut like little explosions.

“It’s literally on fire?!”

“No, on the screen!”

“Ok ok, look… I can take a look at your computer if you want and see if I can fix it–”

She gasped and grabbed his arm, like she hadn’t expected this was what he was leading up to, “Wait, really?!”

“Yeah… I don’t know if I can fix the shit-fizzles but I can look–”

“Fuck! Thank you! OK…. um… yeah, when can you come over? Because you know about computers! You do computer stuff for work!”

“I tell you about it all the time,” he pointed out, offended to learn she apparently had forgotten him completely in her hour of need.

“Yeah but there are lots of things you can do on computers. I don’t need a website or a– wait, a database could be cool. I keep my supplies hidden in caches all around the city–”

“What? That seems weird and inefficient–”

“You’re weird and inefficient,” she scoffed, giving him that glare again, but there was playfulness behind it this time. Just like that, her bad mood was gone, because apparently she wholly trusted he could fix her shit-fizzles. 

“I am… very efficient,” he scowled.

“And I like that you’re weird,” she beamed at him. “It’s cute. Ok, you can come over to my place today? Or do you have to go to the gym? Boring.”

“I can do it tonight after the gym. It’s not boring. It’s healthy.”

“I just run a lot and I look pretty good,” she beamed, and shoved a fry in her mouth. 

“It’s… not about looking… it’s…”

“If it’s not about looking, why do you flex your chest and arms when a pretty girl walks by–”

“I do not!” he cried.

“Ok.”

“My muscles just get stiff sometimes–”

“Because a pretty girl walks by? Yikes, you need to have a conversation with your dad about–”

“Rana,” he sighed, exasperated. It earned him more giggles. “I’m not talking about that. Do you want me to fix your computer tonight or not?”

“Yeah! You can come over whenever. Thanks!” She turned to go, only for him to point out,

“I don’t know where you live.”

“Yes you do, I told you I live in the Rooks Roost apartment building.”

“So what, I just walk in and shout your name?”

“That would work actually,” she admitted. “I’m the only Rana. Everyone is nosy and you’re handsome so I bet you’ll have girls flocking to you ready to help as soon as you walk in– so many broken hearts when you ask for me–”

“Just give me your phone number,” he grumbled, because she looked too amused by this fictitious scenario. He would not have a flock and he didn’t want a flock of corvids and he did not flex his muscles anytime a woman walked by… Sometimes he just hunched over too much when he ate and it made his neck and shoulders hurt but he sure wasn’t going to tell her that! She clearly wouldn’t believe him anyway. She seemed like one of those people who just made up a truth and stuck to it, whether it was actually true or not. 

She’d pulled out her phone, grinning, “I can’t believe you asked me for my number.”

“Shut up, not like that.”

“God you’re so grumpy, getting a pretty girl’s number. You should be honored about this! I never give my number out!”

“I’m so honored you’re giving me your phone number so I can come to your house and fix your computer for free.”

“Oh, you’ll do it for free?! Even better!”

“Wait–”

“Don’t cry, I’ll give you food and a string. A corvid always pays her debts,” she rolled her eyes at him, then held out her phone for him to type his number into. Her phone was old and scratched and chipped. The case was a cheap one covered with blue and yellow flowers where the paint hadn’t chipped. Not sparkly, and also not covered in doodles of her own, which he kind of had expected with the way she did artsy things. 

“What?”

“What flowers are these?”

“Pretty ones. I don’t know. Just type in your number, I have to get back to work.” It was weird to say that because he knew she didn’t, that usually she was down here for another fourteen minutes before she clapped her hands and announced, “back to it!” Just like he knew she’d be in the atrium every day at 12:30, either with food or ready to beg some off him.They hadn’t scheduled a standing lunch date or anything, it just happened. She was always there now so he was too.

His phone buzzed with a message from her a moment later so he’d have her number too. It struck him as strange suddenly that they’d traded numbers now; it added legitimacy to their standing lunch dates. She wasn’t a stranger anymore, even though she’d already not been a stranger, even though she still pretty much was a stranger. His phone gave a reminder buzz to let him know he had a message, but when he reached into his pocket, it was to clutch his blue egg instead of retrieve his phone. Was this really a good idea? To go to her place? For her to have his number now? Just because she found his egg?

Well, whatever. She waved and hurried away, fries still half-full. Maybe she had an oddly timed meeting or something? He wasn’t in a rush to get back, so he went to sit alone for a little longer and finish his food. It was kind of lonely just eating by himself though. Had he always chewed this loud? It seemed to echo around him, even in the crowded atrium. Everyone’s conversations around him were louder and he couldn’t stop overhearing boring, annoying snippets because everyone talked so fucking loud.

To look like less of a loser, he pulled his phone out to see what idiotic thing she had texted him.

[Unknown]: noot noot

[Jungkook]: ok that’s not funny that’s specist

[Rana]: what1!!! Pingu is a national British Treasure!!! GLOBAL treasure!

[Jungkook]: let me think of a famous jackdaw to harass you with

[Jungkook]: oh wait

[Jungkook]: google search says there are none

[Rana]: did it hurt? When no one thought you were funny?

[Jungkook]: caw caw

[Rana]: now THAT was derogatory

[Rana]: you don’t even know what you said

[Jungkook]: wait jackdaws sound like pewpew guns??

[Rana]: yeah I know it’s cool

[Jungkook]: pew pew pew

[Rana]: aw thanks you’re cute too ;) 

[Jungkook]: I’m corrupting your harddrive tonight

[Rana]: 😳

[Jungkook]: don’t blush at me why are you blushing????

[Rana]: that was…. Forward

[Jungkook]: no it wasn’t!

[Jungkook]: was it?

[Jungkook]: was it a good pickup line really or are you fucking with me? Should I use that sometime?

[Rana]: isn’t that the same result

[Jungkook]: stpo texting me or I’m blocking you

[Rana]: see you tonight 😘

Jungkook looked up when someone walked too close, but they didn’t need anything from him and gave him a strange look. He was grinning like an idiot, he realized. At nothing.

Embarrassed by her stupid emojis, he grabbed his things and slid through the late lunch crowd in the atrium to get back to it. Work. Back to work. He had nothing else to say to Rana in text.

**

The snow crunched beneath Jungkook’s boots as he walked down the block from the bus stop. The Rook’s Roost was a massive apartment building, one of the largest in the city, even put his own to shame in terms of size. Not nice, but not not nice. Crowded, though, even more crowded than his, which wasn’t really crowded so much as just full of people he didn’t care for. The Rook’s Roost, by contrast, was actually crowded. Smokers clustered under an awning on the corner, creating a cloud so thick it was nauseating to walk through. People shouted at each other down the block in front of the massive building, and Jungkook hated the noise of it so much he couldn’t even comprehend what they were saying, just pulled his head down into his coat and pushed his way through to the central open courtyard, which was open-air so just as cold and crowded as outside. People hung out on the balconies in front of their apartments, socializing like it was just a big party place. Maybe if he actually knew these people, maybe if he was into that kind of hanging out, the open concept would be kind of cool. It was so social. 

But he didn’t know these people, and people were looking at him funny as if a penguin really had no business being here at all. He was the only penguin, to be fair. He didn’t know for sure but suspected everyone here was a member of the corvid family. Why didn’t Chad fucking move here instead of bothering him and Yoongi in their place? God, corvids were the worst. That wasn’t true but right now he felt like it was true, as he felt their judgemental stares follow him through the noisy chatter to the elevator. He kept his hands shoved into his pocket, squeezing his glass egg tightly like it was the gas pedal to keep him moving.

“Who you here for?” someone asked, followed by a bubble of silence from everyone nearby. 

“Rana,” Jungkook said, cursing quietly as he realized he didn’t know her last name. 

The chatter this caused concerned him, but the woman just pointed to the elevator, as if he didn’t already know that.

“Yeah, she told me– I know where I’m going.”

“Then go.”

He edged his way past, head pulled down and chest puffed up in displeasure. As he passed, he realized part of the obnoxious noise was that the group nearest the elevator, some eight people circling a space heater, were listening to a podcast through a shitty speaker.

“.... the body was found a little after seven in the morning when station owner Sebastian van Zandt arrived to open. The carnage–”

Of course. A murder of crows listening to a true crime podcast for fun, how… typical. Jungkook didn’t look back as he got on the elevator and pulled his phone out again to check the number. Basement. He grimaced again, like he had when he saw that earlier. Not that there was any particular reason but Rana just didn’t strike him as a basement dweller…

He stepped off into a very different sort of hallway. It was quiet here but also smelled close and overly warm and moist and stale. He wrinkled his nose as he walked down the hall, only to jump with surprise as a door opened. The smell that ushered out around the apartment made him gag and leap away from the tall, stringy man who stepped out, long dark hair in greasy locks from beneath a top hat. He might as well have been a corpse from a hundred years ago; Jungkook stared at him and wondered if that was possible. The man’s face didn’t show any change, even though he clearly saw Jungkook’s stare as he locked his door and headed down the hall.

Jungkook turned only to audibly gasp to find Rana standing in her doorway, arms crossed.

She snorted, then called down the hall, “Have a good night, Yannick!”

“Be wise, Rana,” the corpse man called back.

They stood there until the elevator doors closed behind Yannick, at which point Jungkook demanded, “Who is that guy?”

“Yannick. He’s an embalmer. He works the night shift. Weirdo guy but cool neighbor,” she said, motioning Jungkook into her nest. He stepped just inside the door, looking around the studio space.

“This is… where you live?”

“Ok, be a little less judgmental if you can–”

“No, it’s… cozy,” Jungkook tried to clarify. “It smells really good.” There, was that good enough? It was true, at least. “Isn’t it kind of dark for you though?”

“It has windows!” Rana defended and pointed.

She was technically correct, there were two little rectangle windows at ground level, though they barely glowed with the streetlights outside through the snow piled over. The kitchenette beneath them looked clean except for the mound of dishes in the sink and a very full trashcan of takeout containers. The bed was just a mound of blankets and pillows all twisted up, unmade. The dresser next to it was absolutely buried beneath overflowing jewelry boxes and necklace trees, looking like a tiny glittery treasure horde. Cardboard boxes, some torn open, made towers around the horde.

Two desks took up an entire wall together –one buried beneath the supplies she used to make her stuff. There were about five strings laid out right now, and several bowls of dried fruit. He walked closer to look, confirming that was the source of the good smell. Sweet and spicy, like he’d buried his nose into the nicest holiday pie.

“Special ones for the holiday next week,” she said, coming close to lift a string. He realized the jingle bells on the string in between the apples and oranges and cranberries were full of cloves and spices. His nose crinkled as he leaned in to sniff. “Too much?”

“It’s really good.”

“I wish I’d thought of it early enough to test out how long the scent will actually last. I’ll sell them assuming only for a few days, and hopefully people are still shopping for Christmas…”

“Do you celebrate it?” he asked, realizing the holiday next week hadn’t come up yet. 

“I’ll get drunk with some friends upstairs, that’s all. You?”

“Oh. Yeah, uh, me neither. My roommate is a musician and has a concert on Christmas Eve so I’ll go to that and then… yeah, just drink and play video games or something…”

“Hm, that’s cool. What kind of music?”

“Oh, the roommate you met, Yoongi. He plays a lot of instruments –it’s a symphony–” He started to fumble his sentence as he realized he might have given her the expectation he was going to take her to it. Should he? Shit… “Do you like that kind of thing?”

“The symphony? I’ve never been but I like classical music. I listen to it while I work sometimes.”

“Oh.” Shit. Should he invite her now? But that would be like a date, which would be pretty confusing, he thought, since he did not want to date her. So, to move past it, he pointed at the only computer in the apartment and asked, “Is that your computer?”

At least she didn’t seem bothered by the subject change and confirmed, “Yeah, that’s the fucker.”

“This thing is as old as you are.”

“It’s not! It’s just old reliable…”

“Not that reliable if it’s not working,” he pointed out. “Sort of the opposite of reliable.”

“Come on, it’s not that old and bad. I’ve only had it a couple of years.”

“That’s ancient for technology and this wasn’t top of the line to begin with.” He flopped down in the only desk chair and rolled himself closer. The computer desk surprised him by how neat and orderly everything here was, an usually large amount of office supplies organized into little bins and baskets, mail stacked into neat piles in an actual inbox and outbox. 

“What?” she asked, hesitation clear in her voice.

“How long have you lived in here?”

“I just moved into this room like a month ago,” she said, crossing her arms. “Why?”

“Oh. That explains the boxes then–”

“You’re judging me!” she cried, hitting his shoulder. “Look, I had a room in another apartment higher up but I didn't get along with the girls I lived with so when this opened up, I moved down here to be by myself. But now I have to fit everything into this little place so I just haven’t finished organizing and unpacking and– what, is your room all perfect or something?”

“No,” he shrugged as he pushed the power button on the tower. “I’m not judging you. I’m just… learning about you.”

“Well stop it. I don’t always live like this, I just haven’t finished nesting yet. Maybe I won’t even be here very long.”

“It’s kind of moist.”

“Yeah, but it’s better than living with those bitches…” She trailed off as the computer hummed to live. Slowly. Very fucking slowly. Jungkook pulled up the task list manager and sighed at the dozens of things the computer was trying to log into at start up –problem number one. 

“Can you fix it?” she asked, pulling a piece of fishing line tight and chewing on it.

“What are you doing?”

“Fidgeting nervously about you being on my personal computer.”

“Trust me, I’m not going to go digging through your personal files,” he said. Although it did make him curious, what she was nervous about. “Why don’t you make me some tea or something while I work. Beer? Coffee? I don’t know.”

“Fine.” She left to go clunk and clank around the kitchenette. He was surprised to see she had an actual kettle for the two-burner stove, bright and shiny and cleaner than anything around it. Apparently not much used by the basement dweller who’d inhabited this space before her.

In the meantime, he set to work. At first it was just the typical: turning off the things she didn’t need running in the background all the goddamn time. Then it was letting the operating system actually update, which she’d apparently been putting off letting it do for “I don’t know how long, for a while… I thought that’s what everyone did?” 

But as he worked through the basics, it became increasingly obvious she had malware. By the time she brought the tea over, he was digging through the harddrive.

“Oh my god, you’re like a hacker.”

“It’s just a command–”

“That’s so cool,” she grinned, setting a white and green mug covered in flowers and birds in front of him. 

“You have some viruses,” he said. “It looks like you don’t have any protection at all on this… is that true?”

“What kind of protection?”

“Did you turn Harddrive Defender off?” he realized, continuing to click through things.

“I don’t know… I think that was the thing maybe that was blocking some stuff I was trying to see?”

“What kind of stuff? It was probably blocking it because it was full of viruses, which is the whole point,” he scolded, turning it on now, downloading an update –probably a year’s worth of updates, in fact. 

She sat on the desk, watching between him and the screen, her mug cooling beside his as she fiddled with some strings again. 

“Just don’t delete any of my files,” she suddenly said. 

“The only files getting deleted are corrupted ones.”

“You’re sure? So if I notice things are missing, that means they are corrupted and not just accidentally deleted? There were some things I thought might be bad so I put them in the recycling bin.”

“Did you clear out the bin?” he asked, pulling it open. Only to freeze. 

Porn. Not just a little. A lot of porn, dozens and dozens of short videos.

“Uh…”

“Yeah, some of those,” she said. “Is that what could have done it? I didn’t think all of those were dangerous, some of them just weren’t good content.”

“You have to empty the recycling bin or it’s still on your computer,” he said, hands fumbling as he scrolled down to see just to see how much content they were talking about here… 

“You can just delete that,” she said, reaching forward to push the mouse.

Her hand on his was a shock as he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the thumbnail previews of the videos. Of the porn Rana had downloaded. Explicit porn. So much skin and genitalia and poses and –ok, he knew porn, but it was shocking to him to see porn on Rana’s computer. It had never once occurred to him Rana was someone who watched porn. And… and for what purpose…well, obviously for… but… 

Her hand guided his and the mouse to the ‘Empty Recycling’ button and then all the images disappeared.

“Ok, that takes care of the problem, right?” she asked. “I just need to empty the recycling bin?”

But the process was slow and the updated anti-virus software was still popping up new alerts.

“Is there more porn on here?”

“Well yeah, but only the stuff I want to keep.”

There was more. There was so much more that it stopped being weird to Jungkook for the time being because it was basically no different than browsing pornhub. She’d saved so many videos to the harddrive but never long ones, from what he could see; the file sizes were reasonable. She even had things organized into folders, which he learned when he had to start removing whole questionable folders.

“Noooo,” she frowned. “Do you know how long I’ve been collecting these–”

“Well that’s a relief at least.”

“Are you judging my porn collection?!”

He actually choked on his nervous laughter, “I’m judging your methods! Look at these file names –you’re clearly getting this stuff from junk sites full of viruses. You’re lucky your whole harddrive isn’t fucked. Either get your videos from reputable sources or just stream it online like a normal person.”

“Like a normal person!” she cried. “What the fuck? That’s how you get viruses! I just carefully select the stuff I want and I keep it so I can watch it forever instead of always digging around porn sites for new stuff like a horny raccoon.”

“I’m not a horny raccoon!”

Rana crumpled back against the wall laughing, “I didn’t say you were but I guess you felt called out! Good! How dare you judge–”

“I’m your IT guy. Of course I’m judging this,” he said, pointing to the folders. One was even labeled: ‘?? Where did I even get these videos??’

But she got all huffy and said, “How dare you judge my interests! Sorry we don’t all like khaki sex with beige lady penguins, front to front with your eyes on Jesus.”

“What?!”

“Some of us have more exotic tastes and I’m not ashamed of that or my video collection. I’m a young woman who lives alone. I have needs too, Jungkook, and sometimes I’m too tired to use my imagination because I pour everything into my art. I don’t believe for a second you don’t have your own massive porn stash.”

“Not from suspicious sources so that viruses can tag along!”

“Well fine, tell me the suspicious sources so I can avoid those.”

“I can’t tell you every suspicious porn source on the internet.”

“Don’t act like I’m an idiot. I don’t go anywhere that requires a credit card so nothing can steal my numbers.”

“Ok but how fucking niche are your sex interests if the major sites aren’t going to work for you? These are all small files, just browse there…” He trailed off, realizing that not only was he lecturing a woman on her porn consumption –a woman who had several gigs of porn on her harddrive– but he was prescribing a new method for her to find her niche sex interests. His tongue twisted up as he rushed out to finish, “Besides, you– um, I mean they have categories for everything there.”

“Everything? You’re sure?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. Making fun of him, he decided. “You’ve looked, huh? At everything?”

He scowled, “I’m fixing your computer!”

“You are so flushed right now,” she laughed, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. Her knees were right beside his arm.

Shit.

He swallowed and focused hard on the screen, blurring his eyes against the thumbnails, focused on the virus defender screen as it tallied up the content it had found that needed to be removed. 

“I am not,” he belatedly answered. “It’s just porn, I just didn’t expect you to have a collection like this.”

“I like to collect things.”

“Like viruses,” he retorted, pulling up the command window to run some additional checks of his own. Already the processing speed had improved.

“I should have known you’d be judgy.”

“I’m not judgy– I mean, I’m judgy of your irresponsibility.”

“The sites I download from all looked safe to me!”

“But you turned off the software telling you that some of them weren’t.”

“They block everything they don’t understand!”

“Rana,” he said, and dropped his face briefly into his hand, not sure whether to laugh or cry. Talk about an IT person’s worst nightmare. But she was giggling, swinging her legs even though it rattled the desk, happily perched with her mug of tea and a big smile on her face.

“It’s ok, it’s funny! I mean, all the really good videos I’m losing isn’t funny. But how sad you’re so shocked by a woman who likes porn!”

“I’m not shocked, I just… wasn’t expecting you to be such an idiot about it, I guess–”

“Jungkook!” she laughed and lifted her knees to her chest and kicked her feet, her socks padding against the edge of the desk right beside him. He shifted in the seat, and grabbed the mug for something to drink as he continued to delete-delete-delete and not look at her just wearing little tight leggings. At least they were yellow, which was weird and bright and made the way they hugged her body bearably sexy. Not that he was sitting there finding her sexy or anything in her subterranean dwelling next to the embalmer, but he was dealing with a lot of porn and he was tired, he decided. He’d been nice to do this on a weekday night, but he was tired after a long day of work and gym and it was getting really late now.

“Can I put remote help on this?” he asked her.

“What’s that?”

“It’s getting late. I think a restart will fix this but there might be more things that need to get repaired or installed. With remote help, I can log into your computer from mine and fix it from home.”

“That sounds serious. I just like give you control of my computer?”

“Yeah, but you can break the connection at any time and what am I going to do?”

“Dig around my porn, I guess.”

“That’s– I–”

“Oh, did you see something you liked? I can email you–”

“I didn’t look at any of it,” he sputtered. “I don’t want to know what you’re into!”

Her crestfallen look completely confused him. She quickly frowned deeper and leaned back against the wall in a sulk,

“Geez, fine, ok, message received. Sure, put the thing on there, whatever.”

He waited while it downloaded and installed, feeling suddenly like he’d done something wrong. By respecting her privacy? He could see her being embarrassed already by the way he’d scolded her, even if she’d tried to make jokes about it all. He would be mortified –far more than she seemed to be– if someone looked at his porn history. It wasn’t like he wasn’t curious to know what kind of stuff she watched, but anyway, the file names didn’t make sense to him, they were just colors and descriptions. But not sexual descriptions, just: Red. Crinkle. Bright. Dulled. He didn’t see what the videos in the folder, from their thumbnails, had anything to do with any of those words. You’d open a folder called Black and he thought that would have obvious contents but the explicit thumbnails weren’t what he expected so he didn’t get it.

What he did know was that she was swinging her legs again so that her thighs pillowed and clenched on the desk right beside him, and she had her mug right in her lap and sometimes clicked her nail against the porcelain, and her earrings jingled when she moved, and her sweater was not as loose as he’d thought and he’d obviously never had her chest in his periphery from this angle before. What he knew was that it was a little too dark and warm in her apartment and it was making him sleepy and alert in all the wrong places. What he realized, as he stood, was that she had a lot of wide desk space and it was at just the right height to–

“I’m done,” he said. “It’s restarting now, but it should be faster now. I’m going to buy you an external harddrive and from now on you should save all your porn to that.”

“Ah, to keep it safe?”

“NO, so your entire fucking harddrive isn’t just full of porn. Save it for the pictures of your art,” he suggested. That was the other big disk-space burden, from what he could tell. It looked like she’d photographed every art she’d ever done –including art that wasn’t the dangly strings, and he found himself as curious to poke around that as to know what she considered her niche porn interests. 

But he asked for none of it because it was getting late and he was tired and overly warm and ready to be home. 

She slid from the desk, bumping into him. In trying to put more space between them, he raised his arm and accidentally brushed against her tit. He took a step back, tripped on a box, and promptly fell onto his ass, sending a stack of books toppling down on top of him.

“Shit!”

“Are you ok!” Rana gasped and dove forward –to clutch her books.

“What are you asking the books for?! Those things are heavy as shit and tried to kill me–”

“These are expensive books!” she defended, showing him the cover of some Art book –which he only knew because it literally said ART in big letters, above of the Sub-Suharan. They were all like that, all ART of the followed by a geographical or cultural region. He could see that as she scrambled around, re-stacking them.

“You need bookshelves.”

“I need a lot of things,” she sighed, then laughed. “Like someone who doesn’t flee in terror just because they nudge my tit.”

“I didn’t– it wasn’t–” He broke off coughing, then sighed and pushed up to his feet. “I’m leaving now.”

“Wait, I’m just teasing you. You don’t have to be weird about it. You didn’t even grope it.”

“Yeah, ok–”

“Hey, relax. You know porn is normal, right?”

“Yes, I know porn is normal, Rana,” he mimicked, glaring at her.

“But you have a smaller stash? It’s ok, you don’t have to be embarrassed yours is less impressive–”

“Maybe I just don’t need it as much as you do.”

“Oh come on–”

“300 gigs is a crazy amount of porn.”

“They’re video files,” she said, but then went silent and blinked at him, like he’d said something that had actually hurt. He blinked back at her, not sure what it was or if he was even right that’s what her suddenly silence meant. She could be so fucking confusing sometimes. Most of the time, actually.

She cleared her throat, then asked calmly, “Can I give you tea to take with you or something? It’s really cold out there.”

“I like the cold, it’s fine.”

“Ok, well, uh… oh, here’s another string as payment,” she said, grabbing a paper envelope off the desk and thrusting it against his chest. “Thanks for your help. See ya around.”

“Oh. Uh…” Now he felt like he was getting kicked out and it changed his haste to go. He didn’t know why. He just suddenly wanted to be contrary. He didn’t like when she blinked at him like that –she’d done it before, but he couldn’t remember what he’d done to cause it the other times. Like she was suddenly closed off from him. Like it wasn’t fun and funny between them anymore. Like he’d broken something again.

“I’ll walk you out,” she offered, opening the door and slipping her shoes on. 

But he brushed past her now, pulling his coat back on, “No, it’s fine, I remember the way out.”

“Ok, are you sure you want to–”

“Night,” he called over his shoulder.

“Ok. Um, goodnight.”

He made it a few steps before realizing she sounded disappointed; when he looked back though, she was just closing her door, leaving him alone in the long, dark, creepy hallway. Actually he didn’t think it was very safe for a woman who lived alone to be in this kind of hall at night, so he was glad he hadn’t had her walk him out. It was lonely. Even Yannick’s presence would have been welcome. At least she was near the elevators. He retraced his steps, ignoring the corvids hanging out in the first floor hall and courtyard, trying to believe the loud laughter in his wake was a coincidence and didn’t have to do with him.

Once to the bus stop, he tucked himself into the corner of the overhang to wait. The cold gave his cheeks and ears a better reason to flush, the tingles from before replaced now with something more comfortable. He’d never understand why so many people hated the cold. Sure, cold took over things, but why was that automatically bad? If you embraced it, you could be as strong as the cold too. He pulled his egg out of his pocket to let it feel the cold too, so the glass could release the body heat he’d given it. It would stay cold once he was on the bus, which would likely be stuffy; sometimes he’d tuck the cold egg down into the collar of his shirt to cool his neck where he tended to get sweaty first.

Fuck, why did Rana have so much porn? It raised other questions for him he’d tried not to think of as he worked on her computer. Was she a cam girl?! Or a porn addict? Ok, maybe it wasn’t that wild a volume if you really downloaded instead of streaming. If you added up all the gigs he’d streamed it probably dwarfed her number… It was amusing to learn Rana downloaded and saved porn like an old person and it was amusing to learn she was so organized about her porn, even if her organization method made no fucking sense to him. What was in the Caffeine folder? What about the one called Birthday? 

He really had tried not to look closely or click through folders unless he had to, but the truth was he’d made excuses a few times. That was how he’d looked at the Black folder and Crinkle and not been able to understand. He’d done it again later with her sitting right there, but she hadn’t been able to see as she leaned back against the wall, bored by the long wait, her knees bent like she was practically displaying herself to him with those tight leggings on. It was understandable he’d distractedly, curiously clicked into a few even if he didn’t really need to.

‘Shiver’ was the name of the folder he’d peeped, drawn by the word. Inside, the thumbnails told him little but the file names seemed like ones she had entered and they made more sense than the long strings of characters in other folders: icecube.mov; ice2long.mov; ice3GOODSTUFF.mov; pengo.mov; pengo2.mov; pengo3.mov –He hadn’t read any further. He’d closed out of the folder as she’d leaned forward to check the progress, because he didn’t want her to know that he knew she had penguin porn on her computer. Her, a jackdaw. Her, who talked so much shit about penguins and their vanilla missionary. A folder called Shiver. It was literal. It was just literal. It wasn’t like penguins were the only thing she had, it wasn’t like she had a specific penguin fetish or anything. It just made sense there were some penguins involved if you had a folder of ‘Shiver’ porn.

“It’s just literal,” he told himself. It didn’t mean anything. The fact he was a penguin was irrelevant. In fact, it was even stereotypical, those poor sex worker penguins who’d been pigeon-holed into making porn with ice. Which was apparently a thing for Rana. Apparently she had a lot of things.

He pulled out his phone to call Taehyung. He needed to tell someone about this, someone who would reassure him or laugh with him or tell him that he should get away from this sexual deviant who hoarded porn like she hoarded shiny object. This strange woman who made pretty things out of garbage and– and kept videos of penguin porn stars–

Was that why she was friends with him? Did she have a thing for penguins? She must not, right? Because she had not seemed afraid he’d actually stumble into anything specific. He didn’t understand why she’d been nervous when he’d first arrived only to then be so casual once he was actually scraping through her computer. It didn’t make sense. Nothing about Rana every made any fucking sense. 

 Besides, if she was into penguin pornstars, he looked nothing like the ideal penguin male so… Was she really into a small dick? Did she like big men? Bald men? Really loud, aggressive dudes who pushed and shoved to get you where they wanted you? Usually only penguin women were into penguin men, leaving Jungkook caught in that tepid middle space of not being penguin enough for a penguin-woman, and too penguin for not a penguin woman.

Now, phone out in his hand, he almost wanted to call her instead and demand What is it about a penguin guy that makes you save their porn on your computer to watch over and over again? Tell me! 

Also, what exactly did she want done with ice cubes?

Now shivering plenty himself, his ears tingling with the prickles of a blush, Jungkook decided to walk for a few stops instead of waiting at this one. He needed to walk. He needed to not think about her sitting on that desk, knees to her chest, at perfect height to–

The strangled noise he made as he pushed past the people on the sidewalk earned him looks. Had he really just scolded Rana about the porn on her computer to avoid thinking about the fact Rana sat at this computer and watched porn and… what… touched herself in the very chair he’d sat in? Like… just with her hands? Or did she have toys in one of those boxes she hadn’t unpacked yet? Did she have a box she’d shoved under her bed to hide before he showed up? Were they in the freezer?!

He walked half the way home before he cooled off enough to catch a bus for the final stretch. Taehyung was on the couch in the common area when he got in, and called over his shoulder, “Hey! Did you get Rana’s computer fixed?”

“Porn!” Jungkook shouted, words bubbling out with no further prompting. “It was full of viruses and she was out of memory because of porn!”

“Seriously?”

“Porn!”

“What kind of porn!”

“I don’t know! I tried not to look! Who has that much porn? She’s a girl!”

“A horny girl,” Taehyung laughed. “Down to fuck, do you think?”

“Not you!”

“I’m not talking about me.”

“Not me either! I don’t think! I don’t know!”

“Well… why don’t you ask? Do you want to fuck her?”

“I don’t know!” Jungkook shouted and slammed his door. Why would Taehyung ask that? Just because she had a lot of porn didn’t mean she wanted to have sex with Jungkook, and just because he was flustered that she had so much porn didn’t mean he wanted to have sex with her and just because he was still horny even after his cold walk home didn’t mean it had anything to do with her or those fucking ugly yellow leggings. 

Jungkook avoided Rana for three days. They’d never planned their meetings before, they were always the product of routine –largely, Jungkook thought, Rana matching her routine to his because he hadn’t changed a thing. It made it easy to evade her now simply by changing his commute times and eating lunch at his desk. It made the days feel long and lonely and boring, but he made up for it with daily visits to the cafe and longer gym sessions and cooking dinner with Taehyung –and inevitably Chad and Steven.

Then she texted him.

[Rana]: hey are you sick?? What’s up? I told you not to be so careless about the cold, you may be a penguin but youre just a guy!

Jungkook didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. So he put off responding and instead went out to meet the guys at the bar that night with a heavy frown. He thought he’d gotten away with it when nobody immediately demanded anything from him as they buried themselves in beers and potato skins and talk of Namjoon finally successfully getting a girl home and how many days he should wait after texting her as a follow up before he assumed she was ghosting him. Taehyung had seen a woman he thought was very hot but she’d brazenly ignored him and gone home with someone else. And Yoongi was getting stressed about giving the gift to flute woman next week after their Christmas Eve concert…

Needless to say, they were all getting pretty drunk pretty quick.

“What are you sulking about?” Namjoon finally asked, pointing in his face. “You’ve been quiet while we all vent but you’re the sulkiest one here.”

“I’m not sulky.”

“He wants to ask that girl friend of his to fuck but he’s scared,” Taehyung answered.

“Wha- I– no! It was just a long day at work– she’s not my girlfriend!”

“Yeah, so just ask!”

“I’m just thinking about something at work–”

“We can tell when you’re lying,” Yoongi snorted. “It’s about Rana.”

“Did you tell them about the porn– no?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook tried to shush him but Taehyung was all too happy to tell them about the volume Jungkook had found on her virus-riddled computer. He didn’t know the details, but now Jungkook felt bad they even knew this much, and were laughing. Rana hadn’t asked him for secrecy or anything, and hadn’t even seemed that defensive about it but, still… maybe that should have just been a private thing…

He took a deep gulp of his beer before insisting, “It was just a lot of porn. I mean, ok, so she watches a lot of porn, but who doesn’t? She just happens to save it all on her harddrive from unreliable sources.”

“Is she watching like… movie-length–”

“No, short videos,” Jungkook corrected, belatedly not sure that was better to correct or he should have left it. “Ok, no more questions!”

“Dude. Just ask her to fuck. There’s no reason to be bent out of shape about it,” Taehyung said again. “You said you don’t want to date her yet, so what’s the problem?”

“Uh, she might say no?” Jungkook said. “Just because she collects porn doesn’t mean she wants to fuck her lunch work buddy.”

“Oh,” Namjoon said, voice going soft. “Oh, you have feelings for her.”

Jungkook’s reaction was to thrash so abruptly that he splashed beer everywhere as he violently argued, “No! I do not! I barely know the weirdo!”

“But you know what porn she likes.”

“I know what kind of porn you all like! And I wasn’t looking–”

“Did she have penguin porn?” Yoongi asked, calm amidst the chaos. He raised his eyebrows over his beer and despite Jungkook’s intentionally neutral face and headshake, he laughed, “Damn, she does!”

“I don’t– that doesn’t–”

“Ok ok no wonder you’re all knotted up,” Taehyung laughed. “It’s not that you’re scared, it’s that you’re nervous. You don’t need to be nervous, dude. Women tend to know porn isn’t real, and you’re not inexperienced, so I’m sure she won’t be disappointed just because you’ve got a bigger rock than the average–”

“It’s not like that either!” Jungkook sighed, and dropped his head into his hands. Although it was. It was all those things they’d said and more. He didn’t want to fess up to them that he couldn’t stop thinking about Yoongi’s suggestion now that he knew she was maybe adventurous in her interests. He didn’t want to tell them that he’d lain awake in his bed, thinking that if she had some kind of ice cube fetish, he didn’t mind the cold, so maybe they could… you know… mutually benefit each other. He didn’t want to tell them that even if he wasn’t going to date Rana, she was a fun person to have around and he’d grown accustomed to her presence at lunch and the occasional run-ins on his commute and the thought of fucking that up just to ask a question that she probably wasn’t even into and might be offended by wasn’t hugely appealing. He didn’t want to admit that Rana was smart and funny and cool and that her rejection, if he brought up something like that and she wasn’t interested, would destroy him, which he knew, because he’d had several dreams about it now. He didn’t need the words he’d heard from penguin women fired at him from Rana’s mouth.

“Then what’s it like?” Yoongi asked. “Just too much to risk for the potential–”

“What, do you ask all your friends to fuck?”

“Ah!”

“Ah ah!”

“She’s a friend,” Taehyung said, all three of them looking at each other and laughing and hitting shoulders, like they’d argued about this already. 

“What? Why are you saying it like that?!” He was sweating now and couldn’t figure out if it was their teasing or because he was on his third beer or because he’d forgotten to put a t shirt on under his sweater and couldn’t take it off in the crowded bar so he was really fucking hot. 

“You just keep saying she’s not your friend when we ask you to bring her around,” Namjoon pointed out.

“I’m not bringing her around! Tae will swoop in!”

“Yeah? So? What do you care? She’s pretty, right?”

“She’s pretty,” Yoongi agreed. “Great smile. Nice eyes. Sexy hands.”

“What about her hands?” Jungkook asked. He tossed back the last of his beer, not sure he wanted to hear Yoongi talk about her any more than this. 

“Just nice hands,” Yoongi shrugged. “Long fingers. That’s good for–”

“Playing piano,” Jungkook suggested. “But she’s not a musician.”

Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi all burst out laughing. 

“Yeah, I know what he meant!” Jungkook cried, waving his hand at them. He was drunk enough that the laughter made him mad. “I’m not an idiot! I just don’t want you talking about my friend like that, none of us are fucking her, she’s strictly off limits!”

“But why? If you aren’t going to date her, why can’t we?” Taehyung asked, tilting his head. His earrings jostled and Jungkook thought that Rana would like his earrings a lot, the big snowdrop pearls on them. It gave him the sudden impulse to shove Taehyung off his stool.

“Shit,” Yoongi laughed. “Rana! Hey!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, which made the whole room roll a little, and scoffed, “Very funny.” His hand, gripping his blue egg beneath the table, squeezed and rolled it, nervous about the teasing, about the topic, restless with the buzz of several beers and a warm bar. He reached forward for another potato skin, realizing he ought to get more in his stomach or he risked an actual hangover tomorrow, when–

“So… not sick.” He spun on his stool, dropping the egg –Rana was fast and caught it before it hit the ground. One hand on his knee, she held it up to him, above her head, and only pushed up using his knee as leverage once he’d taken it from her hand. 

“You’re Rana?” Namjoon asked. 

“I am,” she said, smiling brightly and wiggling her fingers in hello. Not a real wave. A weird little finger wiggle. “You’re not Chad or Steven, are you?”

All the guys laughed at that as Taehyung quickly slid around Jungkook to introduce, “I’m Taehyung. That’s Namjoon. You’ve met Yoongi. Want to join us? We were just talking about–”

“No,” Jungkook said. Short and sharp. What the fuck, Taehyung about to tell her they were talking about her?! It was bad enough they’d known who she was, making it obvious he’d talked about her at least a little bit. What if those fuckers tried to help him along? Or shove in front? He did not put it past either Taehyung or Namjoon to ask her to fuck on his behalf. 

Rana’s eyes went wide and she looked only mock-offended as she laughed, “Well that’s a no. I’ll see you boys around. Don’t want to catch whatever has kept this one away from me for three days. Thanks so much for not wanting to give me whatever virus you caught.” She wiggled her fingers at him and smiled and was gone in an instant.

“From your computer!” he called after her. Shit, that didn’t really make sense. His face heated up from the shame of it all; he ducked his head as Namjoon and Yoongi snickered at him.

But Taehyung pinched his ear hard and said, “Go after her, you fucking idiot.”

“That was bad, right?”

“That was bad, you should go talk to her. But keep it short, just apologize, you’re drunk.”

“I’m not.”

But when he stood, he definitely was. Still, he tucked his egg in his pocket to hold it there and stumbled through the bar, bumping into multiple people and mumbling apologies before he stepped outside. If she’d actually gone outside though, she’d already disappeared.

“Fuck,” he huffed and turned to go back inside, just as she came out the door.

“Hey drunky, are you looking for me?” she asked, crossing her arms and cocking her eyebrow. She looked very pretty when she was mad at him.

“Sorry,” he said.

“For avoiding me? Or for telling me to fuck off in front of your friends?”

“I didn’t, uh–” He shoved both hands into his pockets. She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, pulling him out of the doorway as two other people tried to get back in. The yank pulled him closer to her though and he wondered now how he hadn’t picked up her scent inside the bar; cinnamon and cloves, from working on those holiday garlands. She smelled fantastic. He wanted to bury his face in her hair. It looked soft and warm to be in.

“What do you do with the ice cubes?” he blurted out.

“Huh?”

“The ice cubes in um, the porn you like… what do they uh– what do they do with them?”

The look she gave him revealed how crazy he sounded, but then she laughed, “Shit, are you avoiding me because you’re weird about the porn on my computer? What exactly did you see? I have a wide range of interests, it’s whatever. I’m a curious person!”

“Yeah, but I can do that.”

“Do what?”

“With the ice cubes. If you want. I mean, I can, I don’t mind the cold– but I don’t look like penguin men at all…” Her face was doing something funny he couldn’t quite follow. “I have a thing,” he said, trying to change.

“A… dick? I guessed that.”

“No. I mean, yes! But um, I mean, I have a thing I like and uh… maybe you can do that too…”

“What’s your uh… what’s your thing?” Her eyebrow was arched again, a dark line against her brown skin, and he wanted to smooth along it with her thumb. It was nice, her thick eyebrows.

“Egg.”

“...Egg.”

“Yeah, I want to, um… put it in…”

“That big-ass blue egg you have?”

“No! Not that egg! A… a different thing…”

“You’re asking to put an egg in my pussy. That’s what’s happening right now? And what, just look at it, or then we fuck?”

Jungkook had blue-screened, that was for sure. His processor speed was lagging far behind Rana’s porn computer. He blinked at her for a moment, brain torn between trying to participate in this very important conversation and trying to conjure to view the things she had just said to him. The combination of but only if you want to and yes resulted in him barfing out,

“Bless.”

“Uh huh.” She laughed. She laughed and looked away and shook her head, curls bouncing. He wanted to reach out and touch them but held himself back, squeezing his egg instead, so hard the glass fought against his fingerbones. “Ok, whatever, I’m game. Why don’t you text me tomorrow if you still want to when you’re not smashed?”

“I will.”

She giggled and shoved his arm, “Ok, good, go back inside, it’s cold and you left your coat.”

“I will.” He’d already said that. I’m game. Not quite an enthusiastic response but… but she was really willing to– maybe she didn’t understand what he was actually asking… but she’d fucking narrated it to him! You’re asking to put an egg in my pussy… then we fuck? Ok, I’m game.

She shoved him again and repeated, “Seriously, go inside. You offered dick, so don’t freeze it off.”

“You really want to? I’m not like the penguins in your porn.”

“You don’t know what’s in my porn, now go inside,” she said, and shoved him again, harder. He stumbled towards the door, but turned back in time to see the way she tugged her own curls and bit her lip. Cute. 

“Really? You want to?”

“Go!” she laughed. “I want to, all right? Now go!” 

He stumbled inside, back to his table, back to his friends, who only laughed at his expression and didn’t even ask him any questions.

[Rana]: noot

[Jungkook]: bye

[Rana]: nooooo come back I’m sorry

[Rana]: ok ok I won’t noot at you again

[Jungkook]: pew pew pew

[Rana]: so this egg you want to put in my pussy how big is it? I realize I should have asked that 

[Jungkook]: it’ll fit

[Jungkook]: I don’t want to hurt you it’s not that kind of thing

[Rana]: ok that’s a relief because you know there are guys who get off on like watching women delivering a baby

[Jungkook]: no

[Jungkook]: fuck

[Jungkook]: gross

[Jungkook]: not that

[Rana]: ok ok so when are we doing this?

[Jungkook]: whenever

[Rana]: tomorrow?

[Jungkook]: yeah ok

He appreciated that she didn’t bring it up at lunch on Friday, which they ate together again. Nothing seemed at all unusual. But it was good she had texted that morning or he probably wouldn’t have been ballsy enough to meet her for lunch after his drunken behavior last night. Instead they had a perfectly normal, innocuous lunch eating spicy noodles until their noses ran and they kept coughing until they cried. He thought she might be able to handle spicy food better than he did, which he wouldn’t admit to but respected.

But they’d already talked, so what was her excuse to text him again later that night, while he was at the gym?

[Rana]: so are you looking for shaved or natural?

[Jungkook]: what?

[Rana]: pussy

[Jungkook]: I don’t care

[Rana]: really? 

[Jungkook]: really

[Rana]: okk

The anticipation of whether she’d show up shaved or natural kept him up all night. The anticipation of seeing what she looked like under all her clothes. The anticipation of finally getting to see in real life what he’d failed to have any cam girls follow through on. The anticipation of–

No, that was it, he was just excited about his kink. He filled the ice cube tray in the freezer so he could make good on his end of the deal, and went back to cleaning his room.

Four days before Christmas, Rana showed up at his apartment at exactly the time he’d told her. Nine PM. Late enough he didn’t have to worry about what to feed her, early enough it wasn’t a weird time to have sex. Well, to have someone over for nothing but sex. 

“So this is your place, huh?” she grinned at him when he opened the front door. Yoongi was at a final late rehearsal or something. Chad and Steven were upstairs getting smashed with a couple other seagulls Steven knew from college. Taehyung was out on something he had said was not a date as he flew past and out the door a couple hours ago. “No one’s home?” she asked, eying the open and closed doors that splintered off from the disorganized living room.

“The mess is Steven’s fault,” Jungkook hurried to explain. “I don’t spend much time here.”

“At home?”

“In the living room –do you need water or anything?”

“Water would be nice,” she said, which he had not expected. He hurried to draw her a glass but in the meantime she’d wandered further and identified his room on her own. He didn’t want her in there without him, but realized he’d nervously drunk the water himself, and had to draw a second glass before scuttling after her.

Fortunately she had not immediately begun digging through the things on his shelf like he’d expected. Instead she just stood in the middle of the room, looking around.

“This is amazing,” she murmured. He’d already turned the lights on earlier, the blue soothing ones. Now he considered he might not be able to see well enough, when the whole point was seeing. He’d need to turn the bedside lamp on too… but was distracted from doing it just yet as she stood in the middle of the room, looking around the ceiling and walls as the waving blue lights cast waves on her face. “Fuck, it’s like we’re in a whole different place. I want lights like this!”

“Ah, it’s… um… easy to do…” he mumbled, as he closed the bedroom door, partly so no one would wander in and partly so she could get the full closed-off effect. Her dark eyes caught the light, like stars reflected on a black sea. For a moment time suspended. It felt like they’d jumped into a pool together, that’s the strange feeling Jungkook suddenly had, he found himself even holding his breath.

She stepped towards him and he stood taller, but she broke the moment by taking the water glass and stepping around him to his computer desk.

“Your egg has its own place! Of course,” she grinned, lifting it from its box. His stomach flipped and he stepped forward, certain she was going to toss it into the air she’d been respectful before. That’s what people always did when they held it. He understood it was a nice weight, and thwacked against your palm nicely when caught, but it was rude to just toss someone’s egg. 

Instead she turned and held it up, instantly noticing the similarities between the blown glass pattern and the lights.

“You’ve got a theme,” she mused. 

“It wouldn’t be the same if I used red lights or something,” he pointed out.

She laughed, “I suspect you’d get a lot less pussy if it looked like hell in here.”

“Ah…”

“Still relieved this isn’t what you’re asking me to stick in my vag. I think I could take it but…” She looked at the egg, lips pursed.

He grabbed it out of her hand, disoriented by her comment and not wanting her to look at that egg like that, and reminded, “It’s not that one. It’s not like a… like a weird– I’m not attracted to this egg.”

“It’s a comfort object,” she said. “You don’t have to make it weird. People are allowed to have good luck charms. I don’t think it’s even that weird for there to be some wiggle room between heart comfort and sex comfort.”

“Yeah, like that I guess…” He passed it between his hands, enjoying the weight of it. Obviously he was allowed to do that because he knew he wouldn’t drop it. He realized she was watching his hands though and since he couldn’t read her mind, it made him nervous, so he turned around to return it to its box.

“Besides, I agreed to this kink of yours, so if I thought it was weird, I wouldn’t be here, huh? So you’ve got a toy kink. Who cares?” she said as he carefully put the glass egg back in its box, and then nudged it behind a framed photo of him and Taehyung taken years ago. He pursed his lips but didn’t say anything to that, not sure what to say. He didn’t think it was some weird thing! But did she think so and was just trying to reassure him? But then why was she here? Agreeing to this? It wasn’t so weird!

“So which egg is it?” she asked. 

He gestured behind him, “On the nightstand,” and only belatedly realized he’d set everything there –the toy in its bag, a bottle of lube, two water bottles, and a box of condoms. He’d cleaned the stack of unread manga, bottle caps, empty bottles of lotion and tubes of chapstick, mysterious cables, and soda cans earlier, and laid a hand towel down in case the lube leaked again. But now he looked at the nightstand through her eyes and saw the evidence of all his preparations for this. That was weird, right, that he’d prepared so much? 

She picked up the box of condoms and mused, “Hopeful, huh? You never said yes about fucking. All I agreed to was pulling an egg out of my pussy–”

“Ah! I was just restocking!”

“--And Mammoth Size, huh?”

“I…” The blood rushing in his ears drowned his thoughts. Obviously that was going to come up if at some point his own clothes came off, which wasn’t a guarantee, obviously. He didn’t really know what she wanted the end result of the ice cubes to be, so he’d wanted to be prepared, just in case. And she had mentioned fucking, she had! So… maybe he was hopeful… even if he didn’t have expectations… 

“Don’t look so sad about it. Are you?”

“Ah, it’s… I told you I’m not normal for a penguin…” He plucked at the fuzz on his flushed cheek.

“Well unlike your frail little penguin females, I can handle Mammoth…” She winked at him. 

“So, wait, you uh…” She did expect to have sex? Or, at least, handle it? His cheeks were no longer the only place his blood rushed, his body confused about whether to be embarrassed or anticipate this going further than he had hoped– not that he’d been hoping for sex with Rana but… but sex was great and it wasn’t like Rana was bad looking or anything and– She wasn’t wearing those ugly yellow leggings again but she had on bright orange ones that were still… distracting where they hugged her ass…

He was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t process what her hands were doing, even though he was staring right at her, until she shimmied her leggings down and stepped out of them. Her shirt caught on her hair as she pulled it over her head. She had on a purple bra and matching lacy panties that clung tight to every curve of her body. Her texts came back to him quite suddenly: shaved or natural? He was frozen to the spot, speechless. In five seconds, Rana had completely taken over the scene.

“We ready to get started?” she asked, picking up the little velvet bag with the toy in it. The back of the panties were sheer and he could see the whole curve of her ass through the gauzy fabric. Soft, round, firm, he didn’t really know the right words other than nice and he couldn’t tear his gaze away until she turned around. The bra was transparent too, he realized; big dark nipples showed between the lace. Jungkook swallowed and stood very still, but inside his heart pounded. Her smile didn’t help; she’d taken charge pulling her clothes off, and while he worried this was going to mean another disappointed when she didn’t do exactly what he was hoping for, fuck anything that tried to stop this moment. Whatever. He’d be happy with whatever happened here anyway because Rana was just…. Hot. In a good way. 

She sat on the edge of his bed, crossing her legs as she emptied the velvet bag into her hand and he had the urge to collapse by her knees and bury his face against the soft folds of her stomach. He’d kiss his way up and kiss his way down and–

“This hasn’t been used before, right?” she asked, looking up from the pink egg nestled in her palm, the black string curving down her wrist. 

“No!” he cried. “That’s… gross, no, I bought this just for you…”

“How sweet,” she smiled, teasing him. “Oh, and it vibrates too? Damn, you’re thoughtful!” She’d found the button on the bottom flat side; when pushed, the buzzing noise sounded impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet room. She discovered on her own there were other settings and cycled through them as he patted his pockets to find his phone to turn music on. She smiled at that too. “Ah, setting the mood.”

“The walls are, uh… the guy next door isn’t home– Yoongi, you met him. He’s not home tonight… but–”

“I’ll try not to be loud,” she winked.

“You can be as loud as you want,” he quickly corrected. “I mean, um… it’s fine. I put on music.”

“Well since this is a performance for you, do you like loud? Or quiet?”

“Um… whatever you’re…” He trailed off as she slid back on the bed, leaning back against his pillows and parting her legs. Just like that! She took the egg –buzz barely audible now– and slid it slowly across the fabric of her panties. And let out the softest moan.

Jungkook’s skin tingled. Realizing he was staring, he looked quickly away and licked his lips.

“What are you looking away for?” she laughed. “I’m doing this for you.” Fuck, even hearing her say that made his blood rush.

He looked again; she’d begun to stroke the egg back and forth. From halfway across the room, he couldn’t know whether she was wet or not yet. Was she nervous? She didn’t seem nervous. He was fucking nervous.

“I have lube,” he said, pointing to the nightstand.

“I saw,” she said. One of her hands lifted, thumbing her nipple through her bra. Her lips parted. “But I don’t think I’ll need it.”

“Oh, ok… just… don’t hurt yourself…” She bit her lip harder, like she was trying not to laugh. It briefly disrupted what he’d thought was a sensual look, to see her laughter peek through. Just as quickly she licked her lips and hummed over the buzz. Direct eye contact.

Spooked, he stepped back, standing in the middle of the room. This had moved so quickly. Fuck. He felt like she’d just gotten here but already she was on his bed, legs spread. One of her bra straps slid from her shoulder but she left it. 

“This is a strong little egg,” she sighed. “Don’t you want to sit?” He turned to grab his desk chair and she laughed, “Jungkook. On the bed. So you can see.”

“I can look?” he asked, stupid right now because his brain was going crazy. He wanted things to slow down so he could enjoy it but he also wanted to hurry it up because this was intolerably erotic. He wasn’t inexperienced! She wasn’t even totally naked! Why did he suddenly feel like he’d never been near a half-naked woman before?

“That’s why I’m here.”

“Ah, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I want you to look, Jungkook,” she said. “That’s why I’m here. I want to know you’re enjoying the show.”

“I am,” he said. He narrowly avoided his voice cracking. He decided she was right though, it was awkward to stand, so he sat on the foot of the bed.

He’d just settled when her fingers dipped beneath the elastic and pulled her panties to the side so the egg could press into the lips of her pussy –bare there, but with dark curls at the top. So she’d done both. Mystery solved. He knew the answer now, no more wondering. He wanted to fall into her pussy, wanted to just shove the egg out of the way and bury his face there. Her moans were doing that to him; he couldn’t stand the little chirpy sighs as the egg slid through her folds, pressing deeper.

He’d missed her pressing a finger into herself, blinded momentarily by the desire to devour her. But there it was, as her other hand held her panties to the side and the egg away. It buzzed more loudly, angry sounding, like it too wanted to be close to her again.

“I’ll cum too quick,” she said, her smile briefly softer than the sultry way she’d been since she arrived. “The way you’re looking at me…”

“Sorry…”

“I’m glad you like this,” she said. “Otherwise I’d feel silly–”

“Don’t feel silly,” he insisted. “It’s… good.”

“Hm. Just good, huh?” A second finger joined the first and he desperately wanted to replace them with his own. But he’d fingered women before, he’d seen them stretch themselves like this, this was all build up to the thing he’d been dreaming of for so long, and he couldn’t let his own runaway desire ruin that for himself. He might never find someone like Rana again, willing to do something like this for him. 

“Feels better than good to me,” she said, eyes closing as her fingers curled. He bit his tongue so as not to offer: want me to do that? It would ruin everything, he was sure of that. Rana was beyond him right now, so beautiful like this, untouchable. 

She shuffled the egg back into place, pressing slowly for a moment, letting out a low hum. She roamed it up and down. Pushing harder as slowly, slowly the egg disappeared until the thickest part was inside her. And then her pussy swallowed the rest of the egg, just pulled it right in as she sighed. One moment it was there and then there was only the black string dangling from her pussy lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed. His cock throbbed at how quickly she’d taken it, the whole egg. Or had minutes passed? Time was meaningless right now, measured only by his erratic heartbeat.

“Told you I wouldn’t need lube,” she grinned. 

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“It’s not that big,” she said. “Bet you’re bigger than the egg.” She arched her eyebrow and his hand pressed to his crotch, worried she could see his hardon and would be bothered by it. Instead she ran her hands up her body, pushing her hair back from her collarbones, then up on top of his pillows. “Feels good in there…” She rocked her hips a couple times, working the egg around inside her, obliterating Jungkook’s brain. “This is the thing now, huh? You want me to slowly pull it out?”

“Um… yeah… or… whatever you want…” His mouth was so fucking dry right now. His balls were stealing every bit of moisture from his body as she tugged her panties aside again. She curled the black string around her index finger and tugged. It required more effort than he’d expected; her pussy didn’t just let it slip out, but gradually her lips parted and the curved bottom of the egg emerged. She went slow, taking her time, stroking her clit at the same time. He stole a glance at her face, only to see she was watching him. That embarrassed him, so that he almost missed the final tug. The egg swung away, then slapped back against her. 

“Again?” she asked.

He hesitated. That was good. It was really good to watch and it made his body ache with want but also… was that it? He felt like there was supposed to be something more to it. She hadn’t seemed particularly to enjoy pulling it out, which he hadn’t thought of as an important part of it until right now. 

“Does it feel good?” he asked her. 

“Yeah.”

“Can you cum?” The word fell like lead to the ground; he couldn’t believe he’d just said that to Rana. All of this was weird, doing this with Rana. But it wasn’t Rana, was it? Whoever she’d become once she entered his bedroom and took off her clothes, she was– this was ok with her. She locked smug but so far not like she was laughing at him.

Her straight-forward answer put him at ease, “If I fuck myself with it, sure.”

He choked. Now she laughed, but it didn’t sound cruel.

“You want to watch me cum with this?”

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you going to like, jerk off while I do this? Or just watch?”

“Just watch,” he said quickly, then, “Is that ok?”

“Yeah yeah, it’s ok.” She changed the vibration pattern and pressed it against herself, then let her panties go so she could push her hair back again. The fabric held the egg snug in place, a little bump nestled against what must be such a wet, warm place right now. Again Jungkook felt that desperate urge to reach forward, to touch, to taste, to take.

“Just… promise this is sexy to you?” she said suddenly. “I’m all in if it is, but you’re not like… having me on or… Nevermind.” He hadn’t even said anything, but his expression seemed to have convinced her. Fuck, was his face doing something weird? Was he enjoying this too much? He leaned away, but couldn’t keep his gaze away from the egg in her panties. Fuck, that was good, just knowing it was there. 

“Does that feel good like that?” he asked, gesturing to the egg. 

“Hm… Yeah, it’s nice. Not like I’m going to cum from it there, it’s not near my clit. It’s just… soothing. You ever just sit with your hand down your pants?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess…”

She grinned at his answer, body curling forward as she undid her bra. He cleared his throat and moved on the bed, sitting cross-legged so his aching boner could have more space. He was glad for the dark fabric, so she wouldn’t be able to see the wet spot where his dick leaked, desperate for even a little pressure relief. He did not give it. 

Her tits swung free of the bra, larger than he’d expected, and again he had to stop himself from diving forward to touch, to catch them like they were fragile and would break on impact after that fall. She tossed her bra to the side and cupped them herself, fingers rolling the flesh, brushing across the dark nipples. 

“Sorry,” she said. “The lace was kind of scratchy…”

“Are you apologizing for taking your bra off?”

“You right, nevermind. Enjoy the view.” She rocked her hips again, nudging the egg in her panties. He wanted to do that for her. He wondered what she’d do if he just reached forward and pressed on the bump, if he would have to press hard to push it back into her or if it would slide right in. 

“Yeah, you too,” he mumbled, because she’d said something and he couldn’t quite remember what.

“Huh?” At his blank stare, she laughed, “Baby, you’re really into this, huh?” The shame hit him like a flash, but she just bit her lip and admitted, “I’ve never felt this sexy before. This is cool.” Her thumbs hooked into her panties and she lifted her hips to pull them down. Ok. Ok, she wasn’t laughing at him.

“You’re very sexy,” he said, trying to push past the moment.

“You think so?”

“You’re beautiful.”

She froze, panties down to her knees, and he worked to recall what he’d just said that would make her stop like that. Her soft smile quickly shifted into that teasing one he knew so well.

“You’re just saying that because I’m naked with my legs open in your bed.”

“That helps.”

“Jungkook!” she laughed. The panties came the rest of the way off and joined her other clothes on the ground. There was something sexy about seeing her clothes strewn across his rug like that, but he didn’t linger long on the thought. The egg had fallen onto his comforter but she picked it up and changed the pattern again. 

“Ok, you want me to fuck myself with this? Or cum with it inside me and then pull it out? Or what?”

“Uh, whatever you want–”

“No, I’m putting on a show for you. What do you want? I can’t do what you want if you don’t tell me.”

“Cum with it inside you,” he blurted out. “Then pull it out. I want to see that.”

She nodded and pressed it to her clit again, but startled and gasped, “Ouch! Too strong…” She clicked through a few settings until she found the one she wanted. Jungkook leaned his elbows on his knees, becoming less embarrassed to watch now as she stroked it up and down her slit. He thought she must be getting the dark curls wet and recalled now that she hadn’t used lube. The slick was all hers, shiny when the light hit it as she rolled her hips.

The egg disappeared into her again, accompanied by that high sigh. Her finger pushed it in, then wrapped in the cord and pulled it out again, less slowly than before. The egg was shiny too, and probably warm. Jungkook clasped his hands to keep from grabbing his own cock, trying to enjoy the painful ache because he was getting to see this for real. 

“Oh,” she sighed, swirling the egg up to her clit and then back down and in. One of her hands lifted to her chest, rubbing her own skin, squeezing her tit, thumb brushing across her wide nipple. Jungkook’s hips jerked instinctively as the egg went back inside and out again. Did he really prefer this to fucking her? Would she let him? If he crawled forward and pushed the egg away could he just slide into– but the sight of the egg sliding into and out of her pussy, the grip of her lips around its thick curves, was so fucking good that he also never wanted to move. The ache of want was euphoric. Wanting, apparently, was part of the thrill; he hadn’t known that until right now, when he felt such strong want but didn’t let himself move. He wanted to suck at her tit, and pull the curls between her legs, and push her down and fuck her and kiss her and watch that egg sliding in and out of her and listen to that moan of hers until he died from not cumming. 

“Oh shit,” she gasped, voice sounding lighter and higher. “I’m going to cum soon. You really aren’t going to fuck me instead?”

“Keep going,” he said, barely noting that his voice sounded just as strained. 

“You won’t touch me at all?”

“Please just cum,” he said. 

“You’re so goddamn polite,” she laughed, eyes closed and head rolling back, exposing her neck to him, begging to be kissed and sucked on. He knew that. He knew it and knew too that she was close and never had anything been so important as watching her orgasm on display for him like this, this incredible moment, he couldn’t miss it for anything, not even to finally grab his own cock, begging for release in his boxers. 

In and out and up and around the egg went, the slick, lewd noises of her pussy audible over the low music. She switched her hands and her fingers lifted juice to smear across her chest as she rubbed; he wanted to lick it off. 

“Oh fuck,” she whined, and pushed the egg deep and pushed her chest out and grabbed the blanket and pressed a hand to her clit like it was the button to make her cum. Her knees shook as she cried out, mouth open and head tossed back. Jungkook had never seen anything like it, the way her pussy pulsed around that black string. Jungkook’s hand slid quickly into his pants, clenching tight around the base of his cock to keep from spilling everywhere; he squeezed and held his breath and tried so fucking hard not to cum as she grabbed the string and pulled. She hadn’t waited long and flinched as the bulk of the egg pulled out past muscles that must be tender after orgasm. Fuck, that was hot, so that was so fucking hot, and the egg, he realized, was not just shiny but streaked with cream too.

“Let me see it,” he stammered out, finally crawling forward and taking the egg from her. Her breath was short, chest lifting quickly, hair sticking to her neck and around her ears. She watched him with curiosity. He’d only meant to take the egg and feel the weight and warmth, but when her cream touched his hand, he couldn’t help but lick it. Her taste on the egg was better than he’d expected, so he swirled his tongue around the silicone surface more before realizing the source was right there in front of him. He gripped the egg in his hand and leaned forward, pressing his mouth between her legs, and licked.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, and took hold of his head but just held as he did it, devoured her like he’d held off doing, licked every drop from her folds and curls and down into her hole. She gasped and whined, a little light noise that had him automatically rocking his hips against the mattress. He stopped as soon as he realized what he was doing, but it was too late. With his face buried in her pussy, he came right in his pants, cock emptying of all she’d teased into him with this little egg performance of hers. 

For a brief moment he hoped she hadn’t realized what just happened. But then her fingers began to stroke in his hair.

“There, feel better?” she asked quietly. “You must have been rock hard worked up, huh?”

He pulled sheepishly away from her, but her hands just tugged his head to her belly, as if she had read his mind earlier. And for one, brief moment, he let his head rest there, his chest soaking up the warmth from her body, his face wet with the wonderful taste of her. 

But the discomfort in his pants quickly pulled him to his senses, and he yanked away.

“Um…”

“Hm?” She grinned at him and sat up, bringing her legs together coyly. 

“I, um… sorry I just…”

“Liked it? A lot?” Her smile scared him though, that she was having him on. That she found him pathetic. That she was laughing at him.  

Quickly he pushed up from the bed, mumbling, “I’ll get the uh, ice and be right back…”

He needed to change his pants and get the ice cubes and cool off for a minute because his head was spinning and he didn’t want her to think he was a total idiot anymore than she probably already did. Fuck, that had been weird, right? Jesus, she definitely thought he was a freak right now, and the only thing he knew was to really go big for her kink and make sure she also felt this blend of euphoria and embarrassment afterwards. Because ice cubes were weird, right? That was definitely as weird or weirder than his thing. Like who wanted ice cubes near their junk?

He waddled uncomfortably to the bathroom and cleaned up, balling his ruined boxers  to toss into his laundry hamper. Chad was in the kitchen, unfortunately, and eyed him skeptically as he pulled the ice cube tray out of the freezer. The rush of cold air felt good against his flushed face and chest right now, and if Chad hadn’t been there, he probably would have stuck his whole head to get the blood back into his brain. 

“You got a girl in your room?” Chad asked, eyes narrowed.

Jungkook just looked at Chad as he closed the freezer door and turned away.

“Who is she? You’ve never brought a girl here before.”

“Because I have annoying roommates,” Jungkook said, and slid into his room and closed the door before Chad could peck at him further.

Rana still sat naked on the bed, though curled up now against the headboard with his blanket tugged around her. 

“Everything ok?” she asked, like he’d just slipped out to take a call or something. 

“I got the ice.”

“Oh. The ice?”

He frowned, bothered to realize she thought that of him, and insisted, “Yeah… we’re not done just because I, um... I thought we had an agreement?”

“An agreement,” she repeated with a smile. “If that’s what you want to call it… so formal, do you need to get your tux and tails on?”

“Huh?”

He twisted the plastic tray to pop the ice cubes free and took two in his hands. A few of the others shattered into clumps of ice dust and shards and impulsively he scooped some of them into his mouth.

“Wait, I want some too,” Rana said, reaching forward and doing the same. “I love when it gets all crackly like that.”

“Oh.” He froze. “You have, um… ice preferences?” He glanced at the cubes sitting in his palm, slowly melting. He hadn’t thought of that. The porn he found during his research just always showed ice cubes.

“For eating? Yeah.”

“Oh, ok, for eating.” He sat on the bed, mouth open as he crunched the ice. She did the same, but with added giggles. It was pretty funny, the ice crunching after… all that had just happened. But when she shivered, the blanket falling away, he thought it was a little less funny.

“Ok if there’s anything specific you want, you can tell me,” he said, shifting on his knees and pressing the cubes between his palms. They melted quickly, sharp corners pressing into his warm palms and fingers as water trailed down his wrist. “Or if you don’t like something, tell me.”

Her eyes went very big, but her lips curled into a smile that made her look more excited than fearful, which was good.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. Her lips pouted and briefly looked so kissable that he almost forgot himself. Instead he hurried to cover the way he’d begun to lean for it in by lifting his hands. She instinctively leaned back against the pillows, head tilting curiously as he held his hands over her chest. The water that had been dribbling down his wrist now fell like rain drops on her chest. He opened his palms more and the pooled water escaped, beading on her skin and sliding down between her tits. 

The sight was so mesmerizing that Jungkook forgot to look at her face to see how she felt about it. He squeezed the ice harder, willing it to melt faster, unbothered by the cold burn against his own skin. He lifted his hands higher, letting droplets fall into the hollows of her collarbones. He glanced at her face then, noting her parted lips and hooded eyes. 

Alarmed by that urge to kiss her again, he fished out two more ice cubes to melt. Her skin goosebumped under the water droplets, nipples pebbling. He tried to drip water directly on them and watched with delight as it beaded and slid down. Her stomach twitched when he moved further down, until water created rivulets down her sides, into her navel, and finally into the hair between her legs. He’d never felt so powerful, [painting goosebumps on her skin like that.

It was way, way hotter than Jungkook had been prepared for. She hadn’t said a word but watched him as he grabbed two more ice cubes. This time though, she grabbed his hands before they melted and pressed his hands to her tits, ice cubes directly to her nipples.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “It’s so cold…” His hands on her skin made his own tingle, made his mouth run dry, made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. Her skin was warm around the ice, soft around the hard edges of the cubes, pillowed in his hands as he leaned closer, pressing harder. She let out a gasping breath and sat up, opening her knees so that Jungkook had to move and settle between them. The ice melted quickly against her skin, so the next two he moved more quickly, sliding the cubes up and down her chest, around her navel, further down– 

“Don’t you dare,” she grinned, laughing, biting her lip. Her lip was so soft looking. He pressed an ice cube to it and groaned when she closed her mouth around the ice, catching his finger too until he pulled it away. 

“You’re thinking about it,” she mused as he swirled the remaining ice cube lower on her belly. 

“I want to,” he admitted.

She pushed his hand lower herself, slipping the ice cube right down across her slit. The cold made her hiss and then cry out and arch her back and bite down on the ice cube between her teeth. He started to pull it away, apologetic, but she grabbed his hand and held it there, twisting and gasping.

“Isn’t it too cold?” he asked, mesmerized by her response.

“It’s so fucking cold,” she laughed. Then spit a chunk of ice into her hand and pressed it to his stomach. He hissed at the cold, at the sharp sting of it against his otherwise flushed skin. The shock of it traveled up his spin. He wanted to kiss her. He leaned forward again, almost doing it, instead pressing her back into the pillows. Now she joined him in the exploration, taking ice from the tray, sliding it over his skin as he’d done to her. And fuck it if it wasn’t one of the sexiest things a woman had ever done to him… maybe the sexiest? Yes, yes definitely the sexiest, as she traced the cubes in her hands over his chest and around each nipple and along his collarbones and around to his back and down his spine. The cold felt good, a welcome relief to the heat between their bodies, and yet the pins where it touched stung. The combination made his head spin.

“Take your pants off,” she said and he did, wriggling out of them only for her to slide an ice cube down beneath his balls.

“Fuck!” he cried out, met with her warm smile. Her other hand stroked his length and he jumped, prepared for ice, but it was just the wet cold left on her skin that transferred. Cold enough to confuse his cock, but not enough to dampen it. “Fuck,” he said again, more quietly, trapped now in her dark gaze and the stroke of her hand and how desperate he was to–

She kissed him, lifting up to claim his mouth, but he followed her down, head swimming as his arms slid around her to hold her close to his chest as she finally let the ice fall away from his balls. Her mouth was sweet like a fruit, he wasn’t sure what kind but he was hungry for it. He grunted against her lip as her hand continued to stroke his cock between their bodies, strong fingers with a light touch fondling every bump just right. He didn’t feel like he could hold her close enough, he wanted to be inside her, he didn’t want her hand to stop, he couldn’t believe this was Rana kissing him like this. Had anyone ever even kissed him before? Had no woman in his past actually wanted to kiss him? This felt so different…

She pushed against his chest suddenly and he immediately leaned back, but she just followed, rolling over him so that now he was on his back and she sat on his stomach, warm wet pussy pressed beneath his naval. His eyes went wide with surprise as her hands planted on his chest, pressing her tits together, showing off the whole curve of her body perched on him. Her lips were swollen but smiling. She was so fucking beautiful and he wanted to fuck her so badly he couldn’t even see straight. Boldly he lifted his hands to her chest, cupping and squeezing. He wasn’t sure if he pulled her forward or she leaned forward but her nipples were as delicious beneath his tongue as he’d hoped, every bit as good as the moans that poured from her lips over his head.

“Jungkook,” she gasped. “Jungkook, is it time yet? I want you in me now–”

He promptly rolled her over again so he could grab the condom box from his nightstand. He would never make a beautiful woman ask twice. His body buzzed with anticipation as he sat back on his heels to tear the condom from the foil, trying not to notice the way she stared. She’d said the size of him wasn’t unappealing… When she reached out to touch him again, fingers curling around to grip him, he nearly dropped the condom. She took it from his hand and rolled it down his length herself.

“Be sure to pinch the–”

“I know how to use a condom,” she assured him, mouth reaching for his again, knee lifting. He didn’t realize what she was doing until she sank down onto him, perched right there on his lap, her arms twisting around his shoulders. 

“Oh fuck you’re big,” she gasped against his mouth.

“Sorry. Sorry, I–”

“No, it’s good, it’s good,” she murmured, still kissing him, never stopping with the kisses. Her tits were so soft and warm against his chest as his cock reached deeper and deeper, her whole body rocking to pull him in. He could grip her ass this way, and found himself pulling her, dragging her along his length. The deep groans that vibrated in her chest were so perfectly matched with his own and the hint that this felt as good to her as it did to him was mind-blowing. 

They rocked together until he couldn’t take it a moment longer and pushed her onto her back, hiking her leg up so he could try and keep the depth. She laughed, which threw him off at first, even though she was beautiful like that, head back, head fanned across his pillow, all teeth. It threw his pace off, trying to figure out if she was laughing at him; that was going to quickly steal his boner.

“Tired, baby?” she teased, and pushed him again, rolling him over again, sitting on top of him again except this time planted on his dick. Her whole body rolled as she rode, something he had never experienced with a woman. He was mesmerized. Sweat beaded along her hairline, shimmered across her chest. He wanted more ice for her but the pleasure was too much to move through, he could only curl forward, holding his breath as lights flashed on the insides of his eyeballs. She grabbed his face and kissed him and bucked on him. There was no point in resisting. He grabbed her hips, making her do that again as the muscles in his abdomen wound tighter and tighter and then release, beautiful release as he cried out and flooded the condom to the sound of her high gasps. Instinct took over again and he rolled over with her tight in his arms and pressed deep, holding himself deep in her through the last of his release. Her kicking legs startled him until he realized she’d gone silent and then let out a long, sliding cry and went limp. 

“Yes,” she gasped, chest heaving, sticky skin grabbing at sticking skin. “Yes, yes, yes.” She pulled him down on her, kissing him again, and he was too obliterated to do anything else except kiss her back, lazier by the second. 

At long last they melted down into the mattress, sweaty sides pressed together. He could still hear his own breathing over the music, but hers settled until he thought she was asleep. 

Instead she suddenly pushed him and said, “I have to pee or I’m just going to pass out. Fuck, you fuck good.” She leaned down, kissing him aggressively, then hopped over him and was gone from the room in a blink. He lay there a moment before realizing he didn’t know if she was naked or not, just wandering around his apartment.

“Fuck, Chad!” he gasped, and leapt out of bed too. He had a condom to deal with anyway, and clutched a shirt against his crotch to hold everything there as he rushed from the room–

To find Rana casually standing by the bathroom in his fluffy black bathrobe, arms crossed, chatting easily with Taehyung. He didn’t get to hear what they had been saying because she broke off when she saw him, grinning that mischievous smile again before she simply slid into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving him standing there ass-naked.

Taehyung just gave him a smug smile and an actual thumb’s up and swerved into his room, door shut.

Rana took a long time in the bathroom. She was smiling still when she came out, eyes sparkling even though it was just the hallway light, not some movie set or whatever, but she just looked like that. She giggled at his lack of attire and maybe at his playfully impatient sigh and dragged her hand along his chest.

“All yours, big boy.”

“It’s already my bathroom,” he grumbled, flustered at such a stupid nickname. Big boy, like that was a good thing. How many times had a date –if he even got that far– recoiled and grimaced why is it that big? or gasped I thought you were a penguin?! As if he didn’t know he was weird for a penguin, all the way down to his dick! 

His sulk left him unprepared for the smack on his ass, or Rana’s titter, “Ooh, that was nice. Clean up and I’ll do it again…”

Flustered, he slid into the bathroom and slammed the door.

By the time he returned to his bedroom, Rana had made an absolute nest of his bed. The blanket and sheet were completely untucked and shuffled around, the pillows turned, and she’d bunkered down in the middle of it.

He paused, because he hadn’t expected her to spend the night, and because she’d pulled on his shirt. She peeked up at him from the blankets.

“Don’t worry, there’s room for you! I’m cold now, so hurry up.”

Well he wasn’t going to tell her to leave after she’d just done all that for him, and maybe sleeping next to her would be nice anyway. So he said nothing as he joined, smiling at her laugh when they wrestled over how to get the blankets to lay so that his feet were covered and she had a double layer over her body.

“You need more blankets,” she said.

“No, I get hot when I sleep.”

“Well I get cold.”

“Not with me.” He’d just meant because his body heat would obviously heat the bed, but he felt like she’d maybe heard something else by the way she smiled and curled closer to him, tucking herself in right under his arm. So she wasn’t going to just spend the night she wanted to snuggle. He felt that panicky feeling in his gut, like he’d had the first time a naked woman had slept with him. He’d been twenty-one and she certainly hadn’t snuggled like this. Rana wasn’t even naked! She was wearing his shirt. It looked better on her. Her hair was everywhere and kind of tickly but soft and nice too.

“You’re right, you’re so warm,” she whispered. He was thinking the same thing about her though, and how nice her hair smelled, and how strangely comforting it was to have someone nestled in his arm like that. 

“Hey,” she whispered again. “Do you sleep with those blue lights on?”

“You want them off?”

“No, it’s cool. I just want to make sure you aren’t going to move again; I’m very comfortable now.”

“I won’t move.” As soon as he said it, he realized he hadn’t plugged his phone in. He didn’t even know where it was in the room. But he wasn’t going to move after he’d just said he wouldn’t, and her hand curled on his chest was enough to hold him down.

“Did I do ok at that thing you liked?”

His snort made her head bounce on his chest, in utter disbelief she would even ask that. It was so far beyond anything he had imagined. He realized now how stupid he had been to ever think a cam girl could fulfill this fantasy for him. Through a screen? No. No, seeing the woman enjoying herself for him alone was so important to it. Hearing the lewd sounds of her enjoyment, feeling the warmth of her pussy lingering in the egg afterwards, licking the results of her release from it… Shit, he was going to get hard again. Impossible, but it was going to happen if he thought of this. Wasn’t it obvious he’d been overwhelmed by how quickly he’d cum, and how eager he’d been for more? The egg play had led to the best sex of his life, by far.

“Better than I imagined it,” he admitted, blushing to his ears as he admitted it. But the quiet and dark and exhaustion felt like a safe place to admit that.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “All of this was better than I imagined it.”

That pleased him, that he’d done well with the ice cubes even though he wasn’t quite sure about it. He couldn’t find the words though because his body was wrung out now after two brain-draining orgasms. So he just nodded. She giggled against his chest, warm breath against his skin. She curled closer.

“So you imagined it a lot, huh?”

“Go to sleep, Rana.”

“Ok ok…” Her giggles weaving through the low music still playing were the warm sounds that put him to sleep. 

Around two, he woke up in a blind panic, realizing he’d fallen asleep without his egg within easy reach. Rana had woven herself so tightly around him that it was work to disentangle himself. He wound up getting a glass of water too, absolutely parched, before collecting his egg. He hesitated beside the bed though… Would Rana laugh at him if she realized he slept with the egg like a teddy bear? She would. She definitely would.

But the thing about Rana’s laugh is that it never felt cruel, even when she was directly laughing at something you said or did.  

So he slid it under the pillow and hunkered back down with her. Almost immediately though her arm swept under the pillow, lips smacking in her sleep. He tried to push her hair out of her face but it bounced back. He wanted to kiss her again, maybe just a little one on the forehead. Which startled him, because that wasn’t part of the deal they’d made, to kiss, or to keep kissing, or even to spend the night. Rana, he thought, was one of those people who’d take until you told her to stop. She was, after all, a thief. Maybe not just for items, but for things like time and familiarity too. Maybe this had been a mistake, he suddenly worried. Was she just casual and comfortable? Or was she… you know… getting attached.

To him? The idea was insane even in his own mind. He didn’t know what kind of guys Rana liked but he doubted he was it. 

She’d managed to scoop the egg down to rest against her tit, so that when Jungkook lay beside her, it was pressed between them. It was a fantasy he’d never have told her or anyone else, but there it was. He was so soft for it, he couldn’t do anything rash in the moment, like wake her up and tell her to go. That would be an asshole thing to do anyway. Especially after she’d cum on an egg for him and ridden him like that –yet another thing no self-respecting penguin would allow, much less enjoy. And yet…

He draped his arm over her waist and tugged the blanket up to make sure she was warm, and fell back asleep as their shared body heat warmed his blue egg.

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[ssahotstuff]

Can you do one where you and hotch are expecting and the reader goes into labour and he is an amazing birthing partner and is so supportive during the labour please.

Ughhh I love this and I just finished writing a birth scene for home so I’m 2 for 2 on baby fics today 🥹 this is only like 700 words but I just finished it and I hope you like it 💕

No warnings except childbirth, all sweet and cute 💕

You hadn't eaten in ten hours when he came back in the room, his hands shoved deeply in his pockets. He waited patiently for the doctor to leave the room, and as sure as he knew the coast was clear, began to unload packs of lifesavers from his pockets.

"Something's wrong with the vending machine, but I got you six packs of lifesavers," he said proudly, opening them up for you and handing you a pack. You were grateful for anything he could get, sucking on the cherry flavored candy, savoring the taste.

"You have no idea how good this is," you sipped your water, making space so he could sit next to you on the bed. The monitor strapped to your stomach was timing contractions, how long they lasted, how strong they were. They'd been steady and painful for hours now, but your water had yet to break on its own. You were in active labor, but after nearly half a day of waiting, you were growing tired and ill.

"I know you're in pain, sweetheart. I wish I could do more to help," his hands massaged at your shoulders from behind you on the bed, helping to distract you some from the pain you were feeling. He had been there for you every step of the way; it had been a long, hot 9 months, but soon enough your sweet baby would be here, and all of the pain would be worth it.

“I’m just so tired, but I can’t sleep,” you’d already tried to get Aaron to get some rest, but he insisted on staying awake with you so he didn’t miss a second of anything.

“I know, baby. Lean back, I’ve got you,” you leaned back against him as your little one tossed and turned inside of you, Aaron’s hands placed firmly on your stomach. It had been like this for nearly ten months now; Aaron had been your biggest comfort and support during your first pregnancy, and you were grateful to have such a selfless partner to take care of you.

You were nervous, scared even to deliver a baby, but your worries had eased exponentially when you got to the hospital and saw what an attentive partner Aaron could be; you already knew he paid special attention to you and the things that made you happy, but you hadn’t realized what a solid comfort he would be to have around. It wasn’t long until the doctor decided to break your water, which meant you’d get to see your baby in a few short hours.

The contractions got worse after your water had broken, causing you to double over in pain every time you had one. Aaron was right there at your side, reminding you to breathe and letting you squeeze his hand as tightly as you needed to distract yourself from the pain.

“Not much longer,” he reminded you, and he was right. In an hour, you were pushing, letting Aaron cheer you on as the tears of frustration streamed down your face. He was quick to wipe them away and tell you that you were doing great, and that he loved you more than anything.

“One more push,” the doctor confirmed, and after what seemed like an eternity, you watched Aaron cut the umbilical cord, starstruck the entire time. You could see the dark head of hair attached to a perfect face, and within seconds Aaron was handing her to you, and telling you that she was, in fact, a girl.

“Beautiful just like her mama,” you didn’t miss the tears of joy on his face as he placed her in your arms, all of the love in the world radiating from his sweet smile as he sat down next to you so he could admire her with you.

“We did it,” you said proudly, but he shook his head before kissing you on the cheek.

“You did all the hard work, sweetheart. You did it.”

Ugh this was so much fun to write, Hotch in the delivery room is a thought that makes me smile so big 🥹 thank you so much for the request 💕

[undertaleheadcannonsfromagremlin]

Hello! Can I get a matchup? I’m 5’6 trans guy, ace/biromantic. I like horror themed things but only at certain moods as I can get yucked out at certain themes. Really like Halloween and bats, I dress really dark but I’m not afraid to show my more feminine side. I have bipolar so I end up switching around my moods and interests. One moment I’m interested in dolls, dresses and cute music boxes and the next I want to see gore and play in the dirt while mcr is in the background. (Sorry this was long

Aye, I'm proud of you for having diverse interest, and figuring out your romantic (I wasn't too sure if I can sexual identity cause, well, I didn't want to use that term wrong, haha) identity and gender identity!

Boyfriend: Dream

You could say that you made his DREAMS come true? Sorry, but this skeleton absolutely loves you! You're so full of life, having so many vast interest, for striving to truly be yourself, with no fear, with confidence. He loves that you are loving towards yourself (not denying yourself of your identity). He loves that you have a variety of interest (even if he does get faint seeing gore), he loves how you don't limit yourself with one type of interest. And you better believe he watches Halloween movies with you (though his favorite is The Nightmare Before Christmas).

Romantic Interest: Undyne

You are her favorite human, officially! I mean, someone that doesn't mind showing their feminine side, that also loves horror, and the darker side of things, of course it got her excited! She truly enjoys hanging out with you, because you make everything so much more fun! She respects that you are transitioning, and will ask Alphys for help with your transition (despite Alphys insisting that it wasn't something she had a lot of experience with, though she is willing to learn to try to help!) She supports you, and wants you to know that you're doing what you need to. She loves seeing you enjoy yourself, and see your confidence soar, because honestly, you are the definition of beautiful in her books ;) (sorry if that's too flirty for your taste, I was trying to think of something that wasn't as flirty but couldn't think of anything rip)

Best Friend: Romeo (Underlust Papyrus)

Oh boy, your best friend is 100% supportive of you transitioning/embracing your identity! He also heavily supports the fact that you're ace/biromantic, having multiple lgbtq+ patches on a favorite jacket of his, he just platonically loves you so much! He shares so much with you, and you can do the same with him! He loves your style, and the fact that you embrace who you are, and that you allow yourself to be just who you are, no matter what. He will defend and support you, always. Also, matching halloween costumes are a must. You're his best friend after all.

[oh-holy-slut]

Bloodlust

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, blood sharing, mentions of death, oral sex

Word Count: 2,6k

Summary: Stefan forced Damon to try his animal diet. Damon hated it, but didn't had a choice... until Reader makes a suggestion. Suddenly things get steamy.

Being with Damon was complicated. Him and Y/N have seen each other a lot in the past weeks. The two of them had a lot of fun; saw a lot of movies. Actually, Y/N was sure Damon secretly hated many of those. However, anytime Y/N suggested another dramatic, romantic cliché movie like "Last Song" - the vampire groaned, put his arm around her shoulder, let her head rest on his chest and endured every single second of the movie of her choice.

Damon even flirted and teased Y/N here and there, but didn't lead to anything more intimate so far.

Today was another of those days. Y/N stuck around at the Salvatore boarding house, brought a few of Damon's favorite groceries and a bunch of movies, of which she thought that they will suit his taste. Even if they were a little to bloody and brutal in her opinion.

"Pick one!", she demanded, holding all three Blu-ray sleeves in front of him. Damon just shrugged, not bothering to even look.

"Don't be a killjoy, Damon Salvatore!" Y/N sighed.

"Tell me what's wrong or pick a movie. You've got no choice. And besides that... Which number of drink is this?" Y/N frowned, pointing at the liquor in her friends hand. Damon usually consumed his beloved bourbon with pleasure.

But the man on the couch didn't seem pleasured at all. His facial features totally hardened and a look in his eyes like he was ready to rip someone's heart out.

You put the disc's back in your handbag, closing the zipper and put the bag on the floor.

"Fine. No movie night today. Who are we going to kill?"

A small smirk appeared on Damon's lips, finally looking towards Y/N.

"Stefan and his hero hair. He made me go vegetarian... well, for a vampire... and I can't get myself to eat one of those chipmunks, bunnies or bambis." He shook himself with disgust.

"And why did he count you in? You clearly aren't excited about the changing... So, why did you agree?"

"He said, he would kill me, which is kinda funny. But-" Damon made a wide gesture "he stole my daylight ring. And he wouldn't give it back until I stop feeding on innocent people - and kill them."

"So, you truly let your younger brother blackmail you like that?! Wow... I don't know how to feel about your dieting or your new path. Or whatever this is supposed to be."

"You don't like me killing people either", Damon maintained, while taking another sip of bourbon.

"Well, I don't", Y/N agreed, took a step forward, stole the glass from the vampires hand and put it on a small table nearby. "But I don't believe in forcing as a method to get people to change their minds. I believe that change for the better must be an intrinsic motivation," she added quickly, giving the vampire an innocent smile.

Damon's lineaments suddenly turned from annoyed to curious. "Any suggestions, little one?" The vampire raised an eyebrow and a little smirk showed up on his lips. On the one hand, Y/N blushed over the nickname, Damon called her.  On the other hand she felt skittish looking forward to making a deal with him. Not only a deal. It's far more than a simple agreement.

It's Y/N, actually giving Damon a part of her. The red elixir of life. She was about to give him total control of her body and she not even for a heartbeat doubt that Damon will use it against her.

"Actually... Yeah. There's something on my mind." Y/N said chewing on your lip. "I could open up a vein for you. I mean, you could feed on me. And since you have my permission, there's nothing for anybody to have objection about."

Damon frowned and gave her an incredulous look. "You would do that for me?" The vampire couldn't believe, he understood correctly. Why would Y/N want to get involved with him feeding on her? What's in it for her? Damon tried hard to connect the dots, but he wasn't able to. It all seemed to make no sense. Y/N wouldn't have an advantage of that. The vampire hesitated, pinning his dangerously blue eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Is it so suspicious of me, that I'm trying to help my closest friend?" It pierced Y/N's heart, realizing, Damon's trust in her was rather fragile. "Never mind", she waved the pain away and forced herself to keep her composure. "I only had a hasty idea; you really don't need to fee-"

Suddenly Damon appeared behind Y/N, using his vampirism. "Shhhh", he whispered softly. "I never said, that I don't want your blood. I'm thinking about if we are going to cross a line? Blood sharing can be very personal..."

"It can be? It is personal already. Believe it or not - I'm not gonna offer my veins to all the vampires of Mystic Falls." Y/N rolled her eyes, her arms folded on her chest to point out the indignation she felt right now.

"Kinda sensitive today, huh?" Damon gently stroke a strand of hair behind her ear, Y/N could hear this smug smirk through his words. It was a true 'Damon thing' to do. "I didn't mean it like that, princess." He sighed; unsure if he should agree or not. Damon didn't want to act selfish towards Y/N. He compelled a lot of girls for the purpose of drinking blood in the past. He literally used them as long as they weren't too annoying - and then he acted like they have never met. Damon Salvatore couldn't imagine this scenario with Y/N. They've been so close, the vampire couldn't stand loosing her. The offer was risky, but it also could bring each other even closer.

Damon tried hard to avoid any serious attraction between Y/N and him, afraid of messing up. Indeed, he found himself thinking, and even dreaming, about Y/N more than he wanted to admit. She was smart and had this special sense of humor, the vampire adored so much. She was the only one, who could make him feel good no matter what. Needless to say she had that glimmer in her eyes, when she did something she truly loved. In these moments she was even more pretty. Y/N was hard to resist.

And maybe now he could have her like nobody else. At least the vampire gave in. He wanted her blood. He wanted her.

Y/N flinched by the feeling of Damon brushing her neck with his lips.  "Oh, Damon", she gasped. "Bite me." Y/N almost begged for the vampire's teeth breaking through her skin. Damon loved the sound of her husky voice. In less than a heartbeat he turned into his vampire shape. "If you insist", he grinned devilishly, ready to place his teeth on to her skin.

Suddenly Y/N made a slight move forward with the intention to interrupt her friend. "Did you change your mind?" Damon was close to switching back to human, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Mostly a lack of understanding, but also a little of disappointment and even anger. Was Y/N playing games on him? While Damon Salvatore was sorting feelings, Y/N turned around, standing now in front of him.

She was so close, not even a piece of paper would fit between them.

Y/N slightly exhaled breath, her eyes darting between the vampires eyes and lips. It was the first time Y/N saw him like this. The icy blue of his eyes, she loved so much, has turned darker. Purple veins appeared under his eyes; Y/N couldn't help herself. Damon's appearance fully intoxicated every fibre of her being. Her fingertips found their way gently brushing over his dark purple veins. She felt heat and softness, while tracing one of them.  It took her a few seconds to get out of trance, realizing what she had done. "Sorry", she murmured with a voice barely audible. "Don't apologize, little one." Damon tilted his head, his lips curled up in a self-assured grin, exposing a perfectly white vampire fang. "I never saw you like this before, you loo-"

"... look like a monster?"

Y/N shook her head. It was nothing like that. Yes, he did look unfamiliar. And she should be scared under normal conditions. Instead, his look hit her in an unexpected way. He looked hotter as a vampire, if it was even possible. 

Y/N cleared her throat, looking up at Damon. "I feel... attracted to you."

"So nothing's changed", Damon teased, raising his eyebrows. The girl in front of him softly slapped him on his shoulder; which was only possible because the vampire permitted. "You are always so full of yourself." She smirked, feeling more confident being to something, they have had been so many times before. Granted, he was terrifying accurate, but she wouldn't serve her feelings on a silver platter.

"I'm still into it. You can bite me; feed on me. I only needed to see you before..." 

A shockwave of electricity flowed through her body the second Damon took her hand and pulled her close.

"I'll be careful", he promised, nuzzling his head into the nap of her neck. Damon once again placed his lips on her soft skin. 

Suddenly a harsh pain made Y/N feel like in a kind of haze. She flinched and let out a groan at the same time, unintentionally biting her lower lip. 

During Damon embedded his fang deeper and deeper, she started feeling dizzy. Her hands searched for the vampires upper body, finally wrapped around his neck. She needed him to lean on. A narrow trickle of blood flowed down her neck. Let Damon feed on her felt like flames licking up every fiber of her body. 

With every passing second Y/N could feel her control slip away. Her body was now firmly pressed against Damon's, like she would want to merge them into one.

Damon noticed her staggering, wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her.

Bloodlust already messed up the vampires mind, so he continued feeding on Y/N.

A tempting moan escaped her lips, but she didn't care to cover up. Y/N's heart was racing, her eyes flattering. It was almost as if he was about to push her over the edge, but in a different way. "Mmm, this...this… feels soo weird... and so good...", she whispered under a shallow breath.

As soon as Damon heard her fading voice, he abruptly

quitted drinking from her.

"Fuck!" He rapidly laid her on his lap and checked Y/N's vital signs, to make sure she was okay. Instinctively he bit his wrist, pressed it against Y/N's mouth. He knew his blood would heal her, but it wasn't going fast enough. A few seconds passed through, to him they felt like centuries. Y/N finally blinked and Damon was relieved. He cupped her cheeks, his gaze never leaving hers. "I thought, I'd gone-" Damon cleaned his throat. "I'm so glad, you are doing well", he whispered, while trailing her lips with his fingertips. "So, fuckin' glad..." The vampire exhaled a deep breath. 

"It... You made me feel good. Strange, but good", Y/N appeased and flushed over the memory. "Maybe you got a little carried away, but I don't mind. I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything."

Y/N quickly interrupted herself, before she could reveal too much.

However, Damon used his vampire skills, noticing that Y/N was hiding something from him. "Isn't there anything else you want me to know?", Damon asked without taking his eyes off her. Y/N shifted and flushed even more. "It's unfair. You use your vampirism to get everything out of me."

"Well, if that were the case, I could easily compel you." Damon shrugged and found back to his smugly self. "Tell me, what you are hiding". He said in a seductive voice.

"I wanted to get lost in you."

Her confession sent shivers all over the vampires body. At first he could not decide, how to handle this. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you..." Y/N hummed.

In the next split second, Damon pinned Y/N against a wall, smashing his lips on hers, kissing her with all the passion he had to give. The vampire devoured Y/N with a new kind of hunger. He didn't know he could crave someone so much.

"Fuck me, Damon..."

The vampire felt him getting hard, only by hearing those little three words out of her mouth.

"Say it louder. Tell me, what you want me to do."

Y/N pulled him closer, gently biting his earlobe.

"Fuck... me, Damon." It took her a second to focus and forming the words again. After she was near to climax earlier, it wasn't a long way getting to the edge once more. "Make me cum... You almost had me there..."

A deep moan got over the vampires lips, once he understood, what Y/N was trying to tell him.

With the next blink Y/N found herself in Damon's bedroom, lying on his bed.

From now on there weren't many words needed. Damon's hand's found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts and make her moan over and over again.

He closely listened to the rhythm of her heart, making sure he would be able to delay her climax to the point he needed her to.

"Don't cum yet... I want to taste your little pussy first."

Y/N grabbed the vampires head, running her fingers through his dark hair - pushing him down, since she was unable to form a single word.

As Damon got down, he didn't take his eyes off Y/N.

He used a hand pushing up her skirt and lightly stroking over her panties with his fingertips.

"My girl is so wet", he praised in a low husky voice."-and I barely touched you."

His dirty words in combination with his touch lead to another moan, almost turned into a scream.

Damon pushed the fabric aside, leaving sloppy kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Y/N's eyes fluttered, when his soft lips reached her middle.

Damon's tongue licking around her entrance was driving her nuts.

"...so delicious..." were the only words she was able to catch up. Damon knew, he couldn't thrill her forever, so he got back to her. He spit on his palms, stroking his hand over his crotch. In under a second Y/N finally felt this releasing pressure of his cock. It was like a switch went off in her brain and she braced herself for the hard thrusts that would follow.

Damon dimmed the whining noises Y/N made with a passionate, hungry kiss.

He cheated with his vampirism to give it to her deeper and faster, knocking out all the air of her lungs while Y/N screamed out Damon's name. Her walls clenched around him and made him twitch. It was like her pussy massaged his dick the best way possible.

Every time he hit her harder and rougher he was making sure he hit her spot with every thrust.

Damon gathered speed one last time and pushed her over the edge until she was a moaning whimpering mess.

With her last contraction around his shaft, Damon was cumming inside her.

"You are so tight, little one", he whispered under his breath. "We should make arrangements more often."

Please like or/and reblog if you enjoyed reading or/and want me to write more stories about Damon.

Thanks guys ❤️

[thebadgerclan]

Not Weak

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader x Inej Ghafa

Requested by Purple Heart Anon

Summary: It’s not weakness to know when to stop...

Kaz was struggling, both of you could see it.  He was limping, and his face was set in a grimace.  At your side, Inej kept looking at your lover, concern plain on her face.  The job you were on required disguises, meaning Kaz had to leave his cane behind.  Seeing him in pain hurt you, when he grunted in pain, your heart twisted, and in your peripheral vision, you saw Inej clutch her icon of Sankta Alina, no doubt praying for relief for him.

As you wound through the canals, Kaz’s breathing grew labored, expletives and gasps of pain becoming more frequent.  “Kaz, love, stop,” Inej said, stopping in her tracks.  Kaz, thinking something was wrong, did so immediately, turning to face the two of you. His mind was immediately whirring, who’d hurt his girls?  But you and Inej were perfectly fine, aside from the worry painted on your faces.  

“What’s wrong?” he asked, voice a bit gruff.  “Kaz, you need to stop,” you said, stepping forward and taking his gloved hand.  He stiffened for the barest part of a second before relaxing, your touch relaxing rather than revolting.  “You’re going to hurt yourself.”  “Y/N, we have a job to do.  We can’t just stop because I…” he trailed off.  “We’ve done our part, love,” Inej said, stepping forward as well, her voice gentle.  “But you’re hurting, and we hate to see you in pain.”

“I’m not weak,” Kaz insisted, and both you and Inej nodded.  “No, you’re not, Kaz.  But slowing down when you’re in pain isn’t weakness, it’s strength.  Knowing when you need to slow down is strength, sweetheart.”  Inej took his other hand, pressing her lips to the leather of Kaz’s glove.  Even through the fabric, he felt the warmth of her lips, and he shuddered.  “Don’t think we won’t carry you if we have to,” you said, and Kaz laughed.

“I know you will,” he said, and a moment later he held up his hands in mock surrender.  “Alright, I’ll go back.  But will you…”  “Will we what, Kaz?” Inej prompted, her brown eyes warm and kind.  “Will you help me?”  Your face softened, as did Inej’s, and without words, you both came to either side of him, supporting the brunt of his weight as you made your way back to the Slat.

***

An hour later, Kaz was lying in your arms, his head on your chest, your arms around his chest, smoothing his hair from his forehead.  Your disguises were discarded for sweatpants and t-shirts, Kaz’s gloves abandoned.  His bad leg was propped up on a few pillows, and a few moments later, Inej entered the bedroom, a hot water bottle and a vial in her hands.  “Here we are, ove,” she said, settling the hot water bottle over Kaz’s right thigh, and he moaned at the relief, his head lolling against your shoulder.

Inej uncorked the vial and held it to Kaz’s lips, and he drank, grimacing at the taste.  He’d been paying an Alkemi to make him a pain-relief tonic, and while he only took it on nights like this, it was well worth the money.  “Can I get you anything?”  Kaz shook his head, but held his hand out to Inej.  “No, I just want you both with me.”  “Well, I think we can manage that.”  She slid into bed at your side, pressing a kiss to yours and Kaz’s foreheads.  “I love you both so much.  The Saints have truly blessed me.”  You kissed her temple, and Kaz hummed.  “I love you both too,” he said.  “My girls.”

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 15 - Liar Liar [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Dishonesty requires practice.

Series Masterlist

Every spy knew things could go downhill on a mission. Considering how your last mission had ended with your ex, you weren’t exactly unfamiliar with the idea of your cover being blown but—

None of the targets were as dangerous as this one.

For a moment, you thought about pushing that button on your wristwatch and calling your whole team here because there was no way you could take down the legendary Winter Soldier in a fight, but through the haze of panic, a voice in your head told you not to.

It was just a mission.

As long as you kept your calm, you could fix this.

“Bucky,” you heard yourself say, “I can explain.”

He stared at you and the gun in his hand, then raised his brows.

“Okay,” he said, “Yeah, please explain why you have a gun.”

God damn it.

Okay, you had to think. Your cover was the naïve sweet civilian girl so any sentence you formed had to fit the description. The spy in you was already trying to come up with something, you had been taught to lie without even blinking but somehow it felt almost—

Wrong.

You tried to pull yourself together, shaking your head.

“I—it’s—“ you took a deep breath, “Yeah I have a gun.”

“I can see that,” he said drily, “Why?”

Good question.

Why would the small town sweetheart have a gun?

The cover story didn’t have anything like that, so you had to come up with a believable lie based on—

Oh. Bingo.

“I was going to tell you,” you said. “I’ve actually—I’ve had it for weeks.”

“For weeks?” he repeated, “Why?”

You ran a hand over your eyes, then crossed your arms and shrugged.

“I’m going to need more than that, Y/N.”

You gritted your teeth and raised your glances to look up at him. “After I got mugged,” you started, “I told one of my friends back home about what happened and she’s—she came up with this idea that I should maybe buy a gun because I—I don’t know. I don’t know why I bought it, I just bought it.”

“You bought a gun because your friend told you to?”

You tilted your head, “No Bucky, I bought a gun because I got mugged and got shot within the first month of moving here.”

His gaze on you was fixed, as if he was trying to see whether you were lying or not but now that panic wasn’t taking over you, you could think straight.

Bucky was a legend among the espionage world and he was unstoppable and you probably didn’t stand a chance against him yes, but you had one advantage.

Bucky was a soldier, not a spy.

Spies were different. Bucky had the physical training to go after a target, but he never, ever had to manipulate them emotionally. You were one step ahead on that and if there was anything that could get you out of this mess, that was it.

“Listen I know that you’re concerned, but you have nothing to worry about,” you waved a dismissive hand, “The guy at the shop was very helpful, he even gave me his number—”

His head shot up, “What?”

“Yeah in case I needed anything with the gun. Or if I had any questions.”

A shadow crossed his eyes and he scoffed, shaking his head.

“Did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “And besides, I watched a bunch of tutorials so I think I got it. I’m a very quick learner.”  

“Tutorials?”

“Yeah, videos.”

He blinked a couple of times, and looked down at the gun before looking up at you.

“You watched videos.”

“Mm hm. One of the guys even had a deer head mounted on the wall behind him, it’s very clear he knows what he’s talking about.”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered to himself and you had to remind yourself not to smile.

“And I know how to take the safety off,” you added, “After that point it’s basically point and pull the trigger, that’s what the video said.”

“I don’t even know where to begin— sweetheart,” he turned to you, “Forget what the video said, I can teach you if you want, but for what it’s worth, I think it’s a terrible idea.”

Hook, line and sinker.

“I hate guns,” you insisted, “It’s just that—Stacey said it’s a big city and after I got shot… I don’t know. I know I should’ve told you, I just didn’t want you to think I’m some kind of a paranoid person.”

He heaved a sigh and reached out to tug you by the hand so that he could pull you closer.

“I don’t think you’re paranoid,” he said. “I just think that you could hurt yourself or someone if you don’t have any training.”

“The guy made it sound pretty easy.”

“Yeah, I don’t think selling it was the only thing he wanted.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Now who’s being paranoid?”

“I’m just being observant.”

“Jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he said and you scrunched up your nose

“Right,” you said, “Of course you’re not.”

“So is there anything I should know about?” he changed the subject, “Anything at all? I won’t judge, I swear.”

You pressed your lips together as you looked up at him. What could you say to that?

I’ve been manipulating you all along.

I’m working for the same government that is looking for you to slip and make a mistake.

When this is over, I’m probably going to hate myself much more than you hate me.

Yeah. There was absolutely nothing you could say.

“Nothing I can think of right now,” you shrugged your shoulders, “So, can we go now?”

                                    ***

You could barely remember the last time you had been to a funfair. It didn’t even matter that you already knew where you were going, you were still quite excited despite the earlier panic you had gone through. Thankfully, Bucky seemed to have bought into your story but it didn’t mean you weren’t taking mental notes about what to do by the time the date was over.

Or when you were out of his sight, whichever.

“Thank you!” you said what it felt for the hundredth time as you put a piece of cotton candy into your mouth, enjoying the sweet taste melting in your mouth and Bucky smiled at you fondly.

“No problem darling.”

“No seriously, I haven’t been to a funfair in…I don’t know, forever!” you said, “Wait, so it was a thing back then?”

“Hm?”

“Bringing your date to a funfair?”

He nodded, walking beside you, “Yeah. There wasn’t much to do and you know, lots of people.”

“So no gossip?”

“Lots of gossip,” he corrected you, “But at least—“

“No one’s virtue got damaged.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Nope,” you grinned at him and gasped when something caught your eye, making him turn his head.

“What?”

“Oh my God!” you pointed at the huge neon sign and he followed your gaze, then scoffed a laughter.

“Seriously?”

“I want to try it.”

“Shoot The Ducks.” He read out loud, “You know what, let’s see how good you are if you watched that many videos.”

“I’m going to get that teddy bear,” you pointed at the biggest teddy bear sitting on the top shelf while he looked like he was fighting a laugh.

“Are you sure you can carry that?”

“You’re going to carry it for me,” you said as you handed him the cotton candy, your nose in the air and tugged him by the wrist to lead him to the shooting range. You took a look at the paper ducks with bullseye on them, then turned to the man behind the counter.

“Excuse me, how many of those should I shoot to get that?” you asked, motioning at the teddy bear and the man looked up.

“3 sets, all bullseye.”

“Okay,” you said and reached for your purse but Bucky had already paid the man by the time you could get your wallet out. He gave you the toy rifle and you had to remind yourself you were supposed to be terrible at it no matter how much you wanted that goddamn plushie.

The good thing about being an expert sniper was that you knew exactly how to miss and look like an amateur. So you pointed the rifle slightly to the right and took your shot, and as expected you missed.

“No!” you whined and Bucky stifled a chuckle, but adapted a look of seriousness as soon as you turned around to look at him with your eyes narrowed.

“I said nothing.”

“That was just bad luck,” you insisted, then took your shot again, deliberately missing once more. You lowered the rifle, pouting.

“I’m pretty sure this is rigged.”

“Or maybe the guy with the deer head on his wall had no idea what he was talking about,” Bucky pointed out, “Almost like watching videos isn’t enough to figure out how to shoot, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”

“On the contrary, I am a little terrified now that I know you have a gun," he taunted you, “And seeing this…”

You glared at him and took your shot, missing again and you heaved a sigh, lowering the rifle again.

“Better luck next time miss,” the man said and you offered him a small smile. Bucky heaved a sigh as if he was fighting himself.

“Which one did you say you wanted again?” he asked and you pulled your brows together, then pointed at the huge teddy bear. He nodded at the guy and handed him some cash after giving you your cotton candy back, then grabbed the toy rifle from the man and in only a couple of seconds, he had hit every single bullseye, making your jaw drop.

Okay.

You were so screwed.

You knew that he was a great super soldier but seeing it was something else. A shiver ran down your spine as what you had read on his file flashed before your eyes. You were right earlier, you had to make sure to avoid any kind of combat with him by the time this whole mission was over.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up and you tried to pull yourself together, letting out a breath.

“Wow,” you managed to say and the man behind the counter gawked between you two.

“Um— that one please?” you said and he blinked a couple of times, then reached out to take the teddy bear down to put it into your arms. You let out a small squeal of glee, then beamed at Bucky.

“Thank you!” you said, trying to keep your nervousness hidden and he smiled.

“No problem,” he motioned at you and you gave the teddy to him so that you could hold your cotton candy better. You shook your head slightly, distracting yourself with the sweetness on your tongue but a small laughter escaped from your lips when you took a look at the sight beside you.

The scary Winter Soldier holding a huge teddy bear in his arms.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you managed to say, “I’m going to name him Bucky.”

“No you’re not.”

“Fine, I’m going to name him Grumpy,” you said, “Same deal.”

“Hey!” he protested and you giggled, then looked around.

“Come on,” you said, grabbing his hand, “Let’s go to the Ring Toss!”

                                ***

It was as if the time was going faster on your every single date with Bucky. Even after spending hours in that funfair until midnight, you were still quite giddy when you and Bucky reached your building. You let out a giggle as you turned around and took the huge teddy bear from him, hugging it tight.

“Thank you,” you said, looking up at him, “Really. I…I think it was the best that I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” you said, “And now I have to find something equally amazing for a modern date, so no pressure.”

He chuckled, “You don’t have to find anything,” he said, “I’d be happy just being with you, not doing anything.”

Warmth filled your insides and you smiled.

“Really?”

“Really,” he nodded and you put the teddy bear down, then stood on your tiptoes to pull him down to a kiss.

His arm wrapped around your waist and you found yourself sighing as his other hand cupped your cheek. A fire – a very, very familiar fire started burning at the pit of your stomach as you felt yourself melt at his touch, every single doubt about the mission and the strategies and everything else wiping out of your mind until desire was the only thing left. He brushed your hair behind your ear as you pulled back and looked up at him, the same fire burning in his eyes but he was better than you at hiding it so a gentle smile pulled at his lips.

Fuck what the strategy report says.

“Um—“ you took a deep breath, “Would you want to come upstairs for...a cup of coffee or something?”

He looked almost surprised at the suggestion but for what it was worth, he overcame that quite fast. His gaze stopped on you for a moment before he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, “Yeah I’d love to.”

A nervous laughter escaped from you and you nodded,

“Okay—“ you started but before you could say anything, his phone started ringing. He closed his eyes for a moment and took it out of his pocket to answer it.

“This is not a good time man,” he said, but his frown deepened as he listened to the other line, “Right now? Are you serious?”

You tilted your head and he heaved a deep sigh while the person told him something you couldn’t hear.

“Fine,” he muttered, “I’ll be there.”

Oh God damn it.

“Let me guess,” you said when he hung up, “Change of plans?”

He ran a hand over his eyes and nodded.

“Sam says there’s this group of people in need of help…” he grumbled, putting the phone into his pocket, “But somebody better be dying because if not, I can fix that really fast.”

You let out a laugh, “Don’t be like that,” you said, “It’s fine. I told you, I’m not going anywhere. Go save lives.”

“I’m really sorry darling.”

“It’s fine,” you repeated with a smile and pecked him on the lips before picking up the huge teddy bear. “But be careful, you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am,” he saluted and you blew him a kiss before walking into the building. You took the elevator, still holding the teddy tight and as soon as you got to your floor you stepped out.

“What the hell is that?” Keith’s voice reached you and you tilted your head to look around the teddy’s arm to see him by his door, as if he was just leaving.

“It’s a teddy bear,” you said, walking to your door to open it, Keith following you into the apartment.

“What’s in it?” he asked, “Weapons? Guns? Knives?”

“…Fiber.”

“Y/N—” he started but you put it on the floor and took a step back.

“Where are you going?”

“General gave me a mission,” he said, “You seriously want me to believe you just got a teddy bear just because?”

“I was on a date.”

“Oh,” he said, “Romantic. It would be a great way to hide weapons though, even you have to admit—”

“Bucky found my gun.”

Keith stopped talking and stared at you for a couple of seconds, “I beg your pardon?”

You rubbed at your eyes, “You heard me. He found my gun.”

“Why the hell did you not alert me?”

“There was no need.”

Keith threw his head back, “Are you serious right now?” he asked you, “This is the freaking Winter Soldier we’re talking about, you’re not supposed to take any chances! For God’s sake, I live next door for a reason!”

“My cover wasn’t blown,” you insisted, “If you or the team got here, all this would’ve been for nothing. I handled it.”

He crossed his arms, “Still an unnecessary risk to take,” he insisted, “Anything could’ve happened, Y/N. You’ve read his file.”

You nodded, “I handled it,” you said, “You should go by the way. You’re going to be late, the General hates that.”

“Do you want me to say anything to him?”

You thought for a moment and shook your head.

“No,” you said, “Good luck.”

“We will talk about this when I came back.” he pointed at you and left your apartment. You took a look at the teddy bear, then grabbed your phone to touch Chloe’s name.

“Hey there!” she answered on the first ring, “How was the funfair?”

“It was good,” you said, “Listen, I need you to make sure my background is solid.”

“What?” she asked, “It is, I made sure of that—“

“Bucky found my gun,” you said, “Earlier.”

She took in a sharp breath, “God damn it.”

“No it’s fine, I came up with this story of buying it from a shop after the mugging, but…”

“You need a document just in case,” she completed your sentence, “Got it. Do you think he would check?”

“No,” you said, “But Wilson might, he and Bucky are pretty close. It would be much harder to trick him.”

“Got it,” she said, “I’ll get the document ready, maybe some footage… And I’ll go over your social media just in case.”

“Great.”

“But are you okay?”

You paused only for a moment,

“Sure,” you said, “I’m fine, I handled it. It’s all going according to plan.”

“Alright,” she said, “I’d better get to it. Be careful!”

“You too,” you said and hung up, then went to the kitchen to grab a couple of knives before going back to the living room.

“Sorry about this Bucky number two,” you murmured as you turned it around, stuck the knife into it and started ripping it, “But you really would make a good place to hide weapons.”

Chapter 16

[iwadori]

Why you break up with the haikyu boys part 2 (Osamu, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Ushijima.)

Part 1 (Atsumu, Oikawa, Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Genre: angst

masterlist

Osamu: “For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know that you...”

You and Osamu were basically arranged to be together, you were best friends from when you were little and your parents thought you were a match made in heaven.

Did you love Osamu? Of course, you pretty much worshipped the ground he walked on.

But there was always a strange look he gave you whenever he mentioned his brother. You never really focused on it, but that was something you took note of.

When you came back home, after a long day of work. You see Osamu sitting in the kitchen alone, with some paper in front of him and a drink in his hand.

“‘Samu Babe!” You exclaim sauntering over to him “How are yo-“

“Don’t.” He said simply, taking a sipping some of his drink (to which you could only assume was some form of hard liquor.)

“Why ‘Samu, what’s wro-“

“You bought tickets to his game.”

“Who’s game?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Y/N, you bought tickets to my idiot of a brothers game in an attempt to slut around under my nose..”

“Samu, that’s not what it was I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Y/N!” He yelled slamming his drink down making you flinch.

“Gosh Samu whats wrong with you. I know that I had a teeny crush on Atsumu when we were kids but it was just a childhood crush. An innocent childhood crush.”

“For fuck sake Y/N, don’t deny it I know yo-“

“You know what? That I’ve spent majority of my life, trying to ease your own insecurities and jealousy of your own goddamn brother. How childish can you be Osamu ?”

Osamu eyes opened a bit in realisation, and his lips slightly parted. “But Y/N, you-“

“I what? Brought us tickets to your TWIN brothers final volleyball game, because I wanted him to see the support from his family and friends.”

“I’m sorry Y/N I really a-“

“Don’t.” you say picking up the tickets and turning around “I just thought maybe, just maybe for at least a day you could put your weird feelings towards your brother aside... but I guess you can’t.”

You left the apartment, and got your stuff another day (one where you knew Osamu was at work.)

No you did not end up dating Atsumu, you were most certainly friends and only friends. You did end up going to the game on your own, to cheer on Atsumu who most definitely appreciated it.

You thought you saw a certain Miya twins sitting in the stands at of the game, hiding his face with a baseball cap. Which made you smile a bit...

Well at least he ended up coming to the game.

Iwaizumi: “I just don’t want you Y/N, I never did”

In your second year of Seijoh Highschool, you were approached by a rough looking boy who had a ‘resting bitch face,’ and looked like they were coming to pick a fight with you.

But no, it was just “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

He was very popular throughout your school, as he was vice captain of the schools volleyball team and he was Oikawa Toorus best friend.

So when he approached you that Friday afternoon at your locker, you definitely didn’t know why.

“Y/N..” he said nervously scratching the back of his neck “umm this is for you..”

In his hands was a bar of chocolate and a scrunched up note that read

AN: DID I WRITE THAT NOTE MYSELF, yes yes I did anyways...

You were very surprised at this sudden confession as you and Iwaizumi weren’t in the same social circles and you were definitely not the type of girl that would be on his ‘radar.’

You had a quite unsettling feeling, which made you subconsciously squint your eyes at him. But they soon soften as you saw the nervousness that Iwaizumi was showcasing to you as you were contemplating on you answer.

You got out a pen, shaking the unsettling feeling you had out of your head. And ticked the box “Yes” giving it back to Iwaizumi.

He smiled widely and rushed towards you in an attempts in giving you a hug which went awkwardly wrong leaving you both laughing.

Dating Hajime, wasn’t bad nor good... it’s just what you wouldn’t expect it to be.

There wasn’t much of a change to what your usual school routine was which consisted of: going to lessons and spending break and lunch on your own reading a book.

And technically you were still doing that, but you were now just always with Hajime. Wether it was at lunch or at practice (which he always insisted you go to, also hinting that he would like for you to bring him bentos to practice.) which you did end up doing.

One day, whilst doing your daily “bento delivery,” to your boyfriend, you overhear him talking to his friends; Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

“God I can’t stand her, always running behind me like a lost puppy giving me bentos that I didn’t even fucking as for” he complained, making you gasp.

“Really?” Exclaimed Hanamaki “I know you said she confessed to you one time, but I didn’t know it was that bad?”

“Yeah she’s a stalking bitch, it’s getting annoying.”

“Gosh it’s seems someones getting a taste of the ‘Oikawa Experience’” Matsun said making them all laugh.

You entered the room, furious. “What the fuck Hajime?”

“Woah woah woah, it’s seems your stalkers about iwa, we’ll leave you too it” said Hanamaki, with Matsun following behind him as they leave.

“What do they mean I’m a stalker?”

“Well aren’t you?” He responded with a smirk

“Gosh y/n you’ve been following me about for a while now, dont you think it’s time to stop”

“Bu-But you confessed, with your note and w-“

“Are you sure about that Y/N, cause I don’t really recall ...?”

“Hajime don’t lie, we were dating.. we ARE DATING.”

“Okay Y/N let me fill you in on a little secret,” he said leaning down next to your ear “I don’t want you Y/N, I never did.”

“ but why m-“

“Why you? Because nobody knows Y/N L/N and nobody cares, I can tarnish your name and nobody will give a shit.. and that’s why your an easy target” he said still smiling “ I just wanted to rub it into Shittykawas face that I had my own little “fan club”

You were stunned, frozen in shock as Iwaizumi walks past you to leave the gym, making sure to grab the bento you made him.

“Thanks again for the help, I’m definitely going to miss these bentos!”

You should have listened to your gut feeling from before.

Daichi: “you’re just not marriage material”

Daichi was “the perfect guy,” he was nice to strangers and was helpful to the community and just an all round great guy.

So it was a massive question as to why he went for you, since you were definitely not the girl for Daichi.

“I don’t care what anyone says, your the perfect girl for me” was what he always said.

Even though those statements went out the window whenever his mother got involved.

Daichi’s mum was a strict traditional woman, who believed in family values that went back thousands of years ago.

And she most certainly didn’t like you.

She wanted you to be Daichi’s doting wife, who cooked and cleaned for him. Whilst he works and was the breadwinner of the house.

Although you found no problem with the women that did do this, but this was not for you.

When it comes to meet ups with you, Daichi and his mother. He never told her to stop when it came to the rude comments she made about you, or the times she suggested Daichi go for a more “prim and proper” girl named “Misaki Ayuzawa.”

After the meetings, when his mother was gone, he always tried to reassure that she was wrong and her words didn’t matter.

But you knew they did, that daichi was actually considering some of the things she said about you wether they were true or not.

The tension in your household was strong, since you barely talked to each other anymore. But you had hope for better things...

Until one day, you get a message from Daichi’s mother saying. “It seems Daichi made the right choice, as we all know ‘Mother Knows best.’” With a video attached of Daichi proposing to the one and only “Mikasa Ayuzawa” surrounded by all their high class business friends.

When Daichi got home he yelled, “Y/N, where are you I was at this business party at this fancy restaurant and I got some nice things for you to try!”

“Business party?” You say rolling your eyes “Or Engagement party.”

The shocked look on his face made you smile, as you both knew now that he was caught.

“Fuck you daichi! Why would you do this without even tell me !” You yelled, tearing up a bit.

“Y/N, it wasn’t meant to go down like that it was just I was talking to my mu-“

“Fuck your mum! And you!”

“I’m sorry Y/N you’re just not marriage material an-“

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say, you’ve done it and it’s over with”you said leaving.

“I’ll come back to get my stuff later,” you say “oh and congratulations on the engagement Sawamura-San”

After you said that, Daichi’s heart broke.

He did end up marrying her, and he regretted every day of it. Since she was great and all, but she just wasn’t you...

But he knows now you’re long gone, definitely not going to forgive him for marrying another girl whilst being with him.

Ushijima : stop being so emotional

You and Ushijima were very much opposite In every aspect, and at first it wasn’t really a problem.

Especially since you always excused it as “opposite attracts.”

But recently all you and Ushijima do is argue, left and right always arguing.

You complained about Ushijimas lack of emotion when it came to you, you don’t think he cared about you or about anything.

Whenever you brought up something that was wrong he would reply with “Y/N this is something you need to be acting all upset about.”

And that would definitely upset you even more, you just wanted him to notice you or shout “Y/N I care about you and I love you.”

But Of course he didn’t.

One night he came back late (again) after promising to be home early to have a meal together.

“What’s taken you so long Ushi?” You asked

“I was at practice. I told you this.” He said simply, remaining as stoic as ever.

“But you said- you promised that we can have dinner together.” You said

“ oh well I’m sorry. We can have dinner now if you like.”

“I’m not hungry anymore” you mumbled past him, going to your bedroom.

“Y/N, what’s your problem” he said following after you.

“It’s nothing...”you said tears filling your eyes.

“Okay I’m going to go eat now.” He said leaving you alone in the room going to the kitchen, making you sigh.

After you calm yourself and collect your faults, you go into the kitchen where Ushijima is at the table eating.

“Ushijima, we need to talk.” You said taking a deep breath.

“Okay.”

“We should break up.”

“Okay.”

“Is that all you have to say?” You say tearing up again.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking that for a while now.” He said bluntly “since Y/N, you’re just too emotional.”

“Oh I see.” You say now full on crying.

Ushijima looks up to see you all teared-eye, and he is kind of suprised because ‘why were you upset.’ He got up and tried to console you, but you flinched away and said “Don’t, just don’t Ushijima.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...”

“Why are you sorry? Do you even know what you’re apologising for?”

“No.”

“Well then, just seems to prove my point further...” you go to leave before saying “thanks for the wonderful time... I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”

AN: can someone appreciate what I did with Iwaizumis....no? Okay 😃 I feel this one way way more angsty then part one but oh well. What did you think.

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Badass & Chill MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: This one is for @sam-gad, although Tumblr won’t let me tag them for some reason!! They were very helpful in determining where I would take this prompt! The premise is fairly self explanatory— MC who is chill for the most part, but can absolutely kick anyone’s butt if necessary! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open! And thank you everyone who has continued to send in support over this past week, it means the world to me!

❤️Julian❤️

Oh, this man is more than excited to find out that you can destroy anyone in a fight

When he first met you, and saw how relaxed you seemed to be, he was worried that you wouldn’t fit well with his more… dangerous lifestyle

But the moment the two of you had ended up in danger, with seemingly no way out, you practically changed into a different person

He had been ready to defend the both of you, but clearly there was no need

From then on, it was usually you who would do most of the fighting (Julian would do his best to help, but let’s be real, you could probably take down two or three people in the time it took him to take down one)

Julian would likely find himself getting injured or arrested significantly less than before, which he would only be mildly disappointed about

When you weren’t helping him out in a fight, your relatively chill demeanour would certainly help keep him from doing anything more reckless than necessary

In personality, you seemed to be opposites, but your lifestyles complimented each other perfectly

Where you will calm, he was dramatic, and where he was clumsy, you were infallible

🧡Portia🧡

Admittedly, Portia isn’t exactly the kind of woman to need much help in a fight

She more than makes up for her lack of combat training with enthusiasm, and, honestly, most people would flee after she tries to bite them

However, having someone as skilled as you around for when some stubborn jerks refuse to back down is always a good idea

Portia is super excited to see how awesome you are in a fight, and absolutely wants to learn some of your cooler moves

(You might have to break her heart a little by telling her it takes a very long time to learn, but she’s nothing if not determined)

Your relaxed personality is a big help to her in day to day life, seeing as she’s so excitable

That’s not to say her enthusiasm is a bad thing, it’s just good to have someone around who can keep a level head and work through things calmly when she tries to charge ahead with nothing but her emotions

You two balance each other out perfectly— she makes sure your day to day life is exciting, and you make sure the adventures you take her on are as safe as possible

💛Lucio💛

As we all know, Lucio is absolutely one to talk about his past battles; or, more specifically, one to tell grand tales about his many glorious victories

With that being said, you would likely allow him to ramble on about himself, not too concerned about comparing your own skills to his

So when the moment to fight comes, and Lucio tries to step in front of you in an attempt to protect you, and you absolutely demolish the enemy within moments, suffice to say, he was shocked (and maybe a bit disappointed he didn’t get to show off)

He shakes off his initial surprise easily enough, and immediately starts declaring that “of course you’re one of the strongest warriors to walk the Earth, I have impeccable taste in romantic partners”

(And let’s be honest, he’s only all the more attracted to you after he finds out how amazing you are in battle)

He brags to everyone he meets that his partner is an undefeated champion of combat, even if you may be significantly more humble

Admittedly, he is slightly insecure about the fact that you could beat even him in a fight— he always prided himself on his combat ability, and thought it would be one of his more charming aspects that he could bring to the relationship

If you agree to spar with him, it might be in your relationship’s best interest to let him win a round or two, if only to motivate him into practicing harder until he really can defeat you

You having a more calm approach to life definitely helps keep Lucio grounded; he sometimes struggles with his temper and pride, and having you with him helps him to keep himself from flying off the handle at whoever dared breathe wrong in his direction

💚Muriel💚

You never lose a fight? Thank goodness, then he can let you handle yourself

Muriel doesn’t enjoy fighting, and generally prefers to not be involved at all, but he knew that if it really came down to it, he would protect you however necessary

But when he found out that you were more than capable of looking after yourself, his relief was monumental

He was still somewhat irrationally nervous about you going to dangerous locations alone, and insisted on accompanying you, but every time he witnessed you knocking someone out it only served to reassure him that you genuinely would be fine without him

Furthermore, your calm personality helped reduce his anxieties greatly

Spending time with you, enjoying the simple pleasures of life, and seeing how you were supposedly never really worried about anything brought him great amounts of comfort

You were like a rock he could always rely on for support: unshakable, strong, and dependable

Honestly, not a lot of people picked fights with the two of you

Between your completely relaxed demeanour in even the most threatening of circumstances, and Muriel’s sheer size and intimidating presence, most people did their best to stay out of your way

💙Asra💙

Asra is, perhaps, the only person who could rival your calmness on a day to day basis

The two of you seem to be completely in sync with your emotions (even without the help of your shared heart), and constantly exist in a state of relaxation

Even when you journey to the far ends of the Earth, the two of you seem to be completely comfortable with whatever situation you find yourselves in

You could be kidnapped and tied up in the back of a wagon, and you’d be joking with each other, seemingly not at all concerned with the circumstances

Of course, this is largely in part of the fact that both you and Asra now you could destroy anyone you really wanted to

Not that you would, but you absolutely could

Asra feels very reassured by the fact that he doesn’t have to protect you, even if he wants to do so anyway (although, the exception is anytime you appear to be sick, at which time he panics and refuses to allow you to do anything that may make it worse)

In all honesty, despite your skill, Asra doesn’t particularly want to encourage fighting

He would much prefer the two of you to cuddle up in the shop, drinking tea, and discussing what you did in the few parts of the day you weren’t together

💜Nadia💜

Admittedly, she’s a bit worried when she first witnesses your prowess on the battlefield

As incredible as your skills are, she worries about what you will do with him (her past with Lucio still makes her anxious, no matter how irrational the thought may be)

However, she’s greatly reassured when she sees how calm you are otherwise

She’s grateful to have someone relaxed in her life, to remind her to slow down and process what’s happening in her life, if even for a moment

Nadia enjoys hearing about your perspective on topics that are often emotionally charged— you seem to be able to remain level-headed when her couriers cannot

She also enjoys sparring with you when she has some time off

It’s a great way to relieve stress, and, since you’re a much more impressive fighter than she is (as outlandish as that may seem), she feels as though she’s actively improving for each moment longer she manages to stand against you

Please don’t go easy on her, she doesn’t appreciate being condescended to, and she’s eager to learn

Nadia appreciates that the two of you have so much to offer each other; learning and growing together is one of Nadia’s favourite parts of your relationship

[wwilloww]

the bodyguard | ksj

pairing: bodyguard!jin x reader

genre: smut, fluff

rating: explicit

wc: 5k

summary: As your bodyguard, keeping you safe from the world comes with rules for Kim Seokjin. But you’re used to getting what you want, and you want him. 

warnings: nudity. pining. makeout. YN always gets what they want. no pronouns used to address reader. public sex. exhibitionism.  unprotected sex (pls be smarter than these fictional characters). creampie. fingering. oral sex. multiple orgasms. fluff. oh my god so much fluff.

AN: The first part of this fic was written entirely wined up with the INTENTION OF IT BEING A DRABBLE. The second part of this fic was written with the intention of showing all the love to Jin, but then came the idea of smut and bam here we are. 1 million thank yous to @jin-fizz​, who beta’d this at the very last moment and helped me rearrange some things. SMOOCHES to you, you lovely!

The Bodyguard

“Help! Someone, please, Help!”

The cry rings through the rooms, splitting through walls, through the heavy wooden doors of the almost-empty city manor. 

Jin’s footsteps echo from what sound like too far away, climbing the stairs, sprinting down the creaking wooden boards. He bursts through the door to find you, crouched and hunched over your leg on the floor.

“What! What’s wrong?” he almost yells.

His gaze flicks around the room, taking in every detail possible. The unmade bed, the open perfume bottle on your vanity, the doors open to the balcony, curtains fluttering in the late-night breeze.

“My leg!”

In a split second the man your father has hired to be your bodyguard is on his hands and knees next to you, large hands reaching for your palm, gripping it tight.

She had shown you exactly how to do it. Mixing the expression of pain and beauty so expertly on your face. Your mother, despite all the awards and golden trophies she had won for her Hollywood success, had always been the best kind of actress at home.

His eyes light with the slightest amount of relief as he scans your face.

Alright. She’s alright.

“Where?”

Before you can even say anything, he’s gripping your ankles, pulling you to him, looking for any sign of injury.

“Higher.” You lace the pain so particularly into your voice.

His deft fingers kneed into the flesh of your calf, searching for the cause of your cries.

“I don’t see-”

“Higher,” you insist.

His fingers trace so delicately, so carefully, over your knee, pressing into your thigh, higher, higher, until he’s brushing back the silken fabric of your nightgown.

And then, breath drawn so quickly through his nose, fingers digging into you, holding you tight.

“Oops,” you breath. “I must have completely forgotten.”

“To put panties on?”

“Mhmm. Exactly.”

With a quick movement, he’s wrapped both of his hands around your calves and tugs you forward to him.

“You’re a liar,” he drones, your legs nearly wrapped around his waist.

“I am.”

“And a cheat.”

“Of course.” You grin. “You know more than anyone that I don’t like to play these kinds of games by other people’s rules. And I know that you love it.”

He doesn’t respond. Just closes his eyes, takes a long controlled breath. When he exhales it brushes so teasingly across your face.

“I might be a liar, but I know you’re not.” You reach for his cheek, and you think you see his eyelids flutter at the touch. His hands are still wrapped around your leg, the warmth of his palms seeping through into you. “So tell me you haven’t been thinking about this,” you whisper.  

He growls softly, his eyes flashing bright and conscious towards you.

“You know I can’t.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me?” You draw on your prettiest of pouts.

“I can’t.”

You just blink back at him, letting your eyelashes brush against the warming rise of your cheeks.

“That’s not a no.”

“Your father would kill me.”

“Father’s not home.”

“He’ll be back by morning. And he’ll take pleasure in killing me if he were to know,” Jin asserts, running a hand through the falling wave of his sky-dark hair.  

“You’re avoiding the question. Why do you always avoid my questions?” You push yourself closer to him, coming to wrap your hands around his neck and tug on the fresh pressed angle of his white dress shirt collar. He looks away from you.

“Because you always ask all the wrong questions.”

“I do not. In fact, I’d argue I’m asking all the right ones.” You glance up at him. The look in his eyes is unmistakable. Desire. Mixed with restraint. You know which one he’ll let win out over the other, and within a second he’s proving you right.

“I should go.”

He begins to pull away from you.

“You should stay.” You push yourself forward, wrapping your legs around his torso and slinging your arms around his neck. Impulsively, his hands press against your lower back, supporting you. So when he stands, you’re face to face. He blinks, taking a second to realize your position.

“Stay. Please,” you whisper.

He continues to stare at you, eyes tracing the shadow of your brow, the press of your lips, the mound of your warm cheeks. Your confidence crumbles in his silence.

“At least tell me you want this. Tell me I’m not making it up. Tell me I’m not alone in this.”

Finally, his eyes flick up to yours. It’s there. The answer. But he remains silent, his breath moving through his chest, and then through you. The stillness of the moment — being held by the man you can’t get out of your mind — mixed with the bitter taste of a lingering question. You can’t. You can’t hold it all, not in one body: the tenderness of his being and the acrid promise of his rejection.

And so you release your arms from around his neck. Unhook your legs. When your body drops softly to the floor he lets you go.

“It’s okay,” you say. “If you want to go, you can go.”

Without looking at him, you pad silently to the cracked open french doors. With a light push, they swing open before you and the crisp of the night air ruffles through your hair and the thin fabric of the night gown you’re wearing.

Silly. Silly. Silly.

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the breeze swirl around you and prickle with ice against your skin. If only you might lose yourself in it. If you could lift yourself up off the stone balcony to fly through the city streets, feeling nothing but the brush of strangers against you.

Had you mistaken it all? The lingering gazes. The tightened grip on your waist when your father introduced you to potential suitors — all of whom you’d quickly turned away in front of Jin, by the way. Did you misread the way that his gaze had begun to latch onto you to trace not just your safety, but your sense of being in a way that surpassed his usual loyalty? And most important to you, the way he’d begun smiling around you for the first time. Letting cracks show in his usually pristine professional behavior.

You wait for the sound of the doors to your bedroom slamming shut and Jin leaving, but you must be so lost in yourself that the sound never comes. It’s just the wind, howling. The beating of your heart in your chest. The bite of something that tastes like regret nibbling at your throat.

“How could you think I didn’t want you?” It’s so soft you can barely hear it. But you do.

Spin back towards the room.

Jin stands between the doors, his broad frame flickering gold in the soft light behind him. His face is shadowed in blue  as he faces out into the night, out towards you, but his eyes shine with a warm light.

“How dare you?” he says softly with a smile playing against his lips. He steps towards you. Before the smile can fully take position on your lips, he’s so close to you you can feel the warmth of his large body radiating out towards you. “How dare you think I don’t want you.” A long pause. And then, as softly as if the words might break him: “You’re all I can think about.” Tentatively, he reaches out towards you.

And then he stops, just as his hand is about to touch your burning cheek.

You do the rest, stepping back into your usual tradition of goading him on. With a soft movement, you reach for him, interlacing your fingers with his and letting his touch fall across your face. You sigh into it. His thumb strokes slowly over your cheek bone.

“How dare I?” you say. “How dare you make me wait this long.”

He just smiles back, his dark eyes reflecting the streetlights back to you.

“Will you let me kiss you, now? Finally?”

“Finally, yes,” he says.

You reach up, pressing your fingers to the back of his neck where his hair has grown long in the past months, tangling your fingers into them before his lips have even reached yours.

None of your other first kisses have been like this. Sure, you’ve kissed other people. Other men. But you’ve never kissed Kim Seokjin before.

Your lips meet like wings brushing against each other: soft and fluttering, finding a path through the air with ten thousand questions etched into each feather. He wraps one of his long arms around your back, spreading his fingers wide and pressing you lightly into his chest, all the while his opposite hand brushes so lightly and tenderly against your cheek, guiding you ever closer, ever deeper into his affections.

“You,” he whispers against your lips, “are an absolute gift.”

“I don’t know how you did it,” you whisper back.

“What?”

“Resisted me for so long.” He snorts against you and you can’t help but giggle. “I swear to god I’ve been trying for so long to let you know how I’ve felt,” you explain, leaning your forehead against his.

“I’m a dumbass, baby.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

“Please,” you look up at him. “Kiss me again.”

For a split second he hesitates.

“What?” you ask. The silence that opens between you two opens up something else inside of you.

“If…” He wets his lips. “If I kiss you again, I won’t want to let go.”

“Then don’t.”

The smile that spreads across his pretty face is wide and splitting, but it is only a half second before he is recapturing you in his hold, pushing you back against the stone railing of the balcony as his lips meet yours a second time.

Whereas his first kiss was like a ring of petals opening slowly to the dawning sun, this kiss is midday heat. It is searing, pressing through you like a flash, lighting every nerve within you on fire. It is red and pink and all the warm colors on the spectrum of life. It burns you tender with its quickness, but all you want is more.

As if he is feeling exactly as you, his kiss quickens. He bites your lower lip and greedily swallows the moan that slips out of your mouth. When you tangle your fingers in his long hair, he hisses back at you and you can feel the curl of his smile against you.

“You like that,” you note quietly when he moves to nip at the cut of your jaw.

“I like you.”

With a graceful move, Jin twirls you around, slamming your back against the open door, effectively slamming it shut and leaving you in privacy on the balcony. Your breath rushes out of your lungs in a gasp.

“Jin?”

“Darling?”

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to get as close to you as possible.”

“Then, goddamnit, get closer.”

He grins, takes your begging, and runs with it.

With the kind of grace and speed you were so used to seeing abound in him while he was working, he dives for your neck, intertwining the pillowed press of his lips with sharp nibbles against the sensitive skin.

“Closer.”

He chuckles and does as you bid. With his awkward strength, he lifts you, balancing your weight on his hips as you wrap your hands around his neck for balance. An unfortunate time to remember your current situation: entirely unclothed except the thin slip you donned just at Jin was sprinting up the stairs.

He adjusts you and your bare cunt brushes against the silky smooth fabric of his dress pants. But that’s not what makes you gasp. It’s the bulge that nestles hard and hot against you as he dives back in for your neck.

One hand tangled in his thick locks, you can’t help but grind your hips down on him. The sound that spills from his lips is needy, desperate, and it reverberates straight through you.

“I want you,” you whine as his hand graces up your torso. He pulls back. Cocks his head to the side ever so slightly.

“You want me?”

“As if having me half naked and wrapped around you isn’t enough to convince you of that?”

“Isn’t that a little… fast?”

“Is waiting four years a little too fast for you?”

“Good point.”

And he’s diving back in, nipping at the already blossoming marks on your neck. Throw your head back, relishing in his every touch and the even more divine gift: his entire attention focused on you.

“Please, Jin, I don’t want to wait anymore. I mean it.”

“What do you wan—”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh.”

“Here.”

“Here?”

“Mhmm.”

“On the balcony? Where everyone can see?”

You kiss him then, taking his lower lip between your teeth and relishing in the gasp that you pull from him.

“No one will see. And if they do, then they’ll know.”

“Know what?”

“That I’m yours.”

He grins back at you. “Mine?”

“If you want me.”

“Of course I want you. Don’t you know what you do to me?”

“You could tell me about it.”

“I could, but then I’d miss out all on this.”  

Gently he lets you down, but his lips never leave yours as his hands come to meet your hips and guide you where he wants. You let one of your hands drift down from where you’ve kept them locked around his neck. Kissing him still, you pluck open the first two buttons of his dress shirt and trace your hands down the burning skin.

If you’re known for anything, you’re known for your impatience. So you don’t linger long on the smooth planes of his chest, and instead glide your hand down his torso until you reach his belt buckle. You make as if to dip underneath his pants, but at the last moment you pull away and cup the impressive bulge he’s already sporting.

“Shit,” he hisses as you trace a manicured nail around the shape of his cock. But all sound chokes in his throat as you grip his erection through the fabric of his pants and begin to stroke him. “Need you. Now.”

“Good.”

You begin to turn, to pull your nightgown up over your bottom, but he’s tugging you back towards him and spinning you around so you’re pressed to his chest.

“I want to see your face.”

It’s hasty work, him pulling himself out of his pants, wrapping his veiny hand around his throbbing cock and notching the head of it against your dripping folds. But you’re no more patient, hopping up so you’re seated precariously on the balcony railing and kissing at his neck steadily and reaching down to part your lips just for him.

He only teases you for a moment, stepping between your legs and dragging the head of his cock against your clit. He wraps one hand around your waist, securing you tightly to him.

“Please,” you breathe against his chest and he pushes into you in one swift thrust. The sensation of him filling you is everything. It clouds your vision. It resets your senses till all you can think of, can feel is this man’s existence, beating so close to yours.

“Fuck—” he hisses as his cock settles inside you, as you adjust around his thick girth.

“You’re so—” you pant against him.

“Is it too much?”

“Big. Just give me a moment.”

He does, reaching to cup the back of your neck and press a kiss to your forehead. It’s almost too intimate, the way he holds you so softly, so tenderly, all while his cock throbs within you. It’s in that moment that the discomfort of the stretch shifts to pleasure. Warmth, spreading from your abdomen outwards. You relax in his hold, hands falling from his neck to the strong muscles of his arms.

“Please,” you murmur. “Need you.”

His hips rut against yours as if he’s never had anything as good as you before.

“Want you to feel good,” he tells you. “Tell me—”

“Just need you—closer.”

You weren’t sure that he could get closer but it’s what your body craves and it’s what he serves. He wraps his arms around you, hands spreading wide and pressing you impossibly close. In the moment, you wish you two were bare as your bodies move against each other as if they’d known the shared rhythm all along.

He fucks you like that, like you’re suspended in air. The warmth of his body keeps you grounded as the height that hangs behind you reels through you, adding a giddy, heady feeling to it all. Or maybe the giddiness comes from the way you relish in the quick pants and desperate grunts that fall from his lips and to your shoulder. Or the way he gasps your name like a monk’s chant into your ear, the sound of it like nothing you’ve ever heard before. You don’t want to hear it any other way either.

When he comes, spilling deep inside you, it’s your name on his lips. When you come, it’s his name splitting through the silent sky.

Jin holds you there, pressed still against his chest for a long moment as you both catch your breath. It’s only when he feels the slight shiver of your body that he pulls back.

“You’re cold?” You nod. “Let’s get you inside.”

He helps you down carefully from the balcony banister before tucking himself away and grabbing your hands in one of his large ones.

“Come, I’ll take care of you.”

You can’t help but let the joy show on your face as he leads you forward.

He reaches behind him, opening the balcony doors. The light curtains wash out into the room with the cold air, brushing around Jin like some kind of ethereal welcome.

Welcome back to my world, you think. But the thought of reality, of the conversations, the negotiations, the reality that will await you in the morning slips out of your mind as Jin twirls you into his arms and suddenly your whole world is warm again. Suddenly your world is Jin again.

He peppers your whole face with kisses as he walks you backwards, loud smooching sounds echoing through the large room coupled with your giggles that turn into full blown laughter.

“Hey hey hey!” you chide, grabbing onto the loose collar that now teases the delicious arch of his collar bones and neck. “You can’t do that!”

“What!” he snaps between kisses. “I can’t kiss you!”

“Not if you’re going to be that ridiculous!”

At that moment you feel the soft edge of the bed hit the back of your knees and you are tumbling backwards, eyes widening with shock. At the last second he’s reaching behind you, catching you and lowering you slowly to the soft mattress. You reach for him, but he kneels at the edge of the bed, just far enough that your grabbing hands only find empty air.

“So then tell me, if I can’t drown you in kisses, can I at least do this?” His hand teases the hem of your slip, tracing circles on your upper thigh. The touch is simple, but it raises goosebumps all over your body. He slaps away your reaching hands.

“Or this?” His fingers dip beneath the fabric, tracing up your thigh to dance around your hip. “What about this?” He pulls the fabric all the way up to your waist. With the quickness of a fox, he’s bending down and licking one long line up the slick folds of your cunt.

“Fuck!”

His tongue swirls around your clit, still bathing in soft sensitivity from your most recent orgasm. He seems to sense this as he blows lightly against your lips, forcing your back to arch into the mattress, your hand reaching out instinctively to tangle in his hair.

“Okay, okay, I get it!”

“What, you act like it’s some kind of punishment.”

“It is, when it means you’re not up here, fucking me.” He blinks, still not quite used to your explicit language. “And anyways,” you pant, “doesn’t this kind of foreplay usually come before the mindblowing sex?”

“And who’s rules are you playing by now?”

You grin, giddy at the cleverness of your own words turned back on you.

“No one’s.” You push up to your elbows, taking in the beautiful man above you. “But if I’m making the rules, then I need you inside me, now.”

“Patience, darling,” Jin smiles, sitting up.

“No,” you say, reaching for him. “I will not be patient. Not for you, anyways.”

“No?”

“No.” You’re moving to unbutton his shirt, and he lets you, but doesn’t do much else to help you along. “Off, off, off,” you grumble, tugging on the collar of his now wrinkled shirt, but he stands there like a limp fish. You sigh, sitting back on your heels. “Please?”

Jin throws his head back and laughs that full-belly laugh. “Will I ever be able to say no to you? To this?”

“No,” you smile. “You won’t. And I won’t have it any other way.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your lips, one that lingers long and sweet. Sweet enough that when he pulls back, you miss the taste of him. But he’s doing as you’ve asked and quickly tugs his shirt over his head and drops his pants to the floor.

You don’t know if you’ve ever seen something as beautiful.

Jin had always had the power to command a room with his large but quiet presence, but seeing him like this, bare and breathing hard for you is something entirely different. There is both something soft and sweet about the tenderness of him, and something sharp about the desire he lets swirl through his body. You want it all.

“Your turn?” he asks softly, reaching for the slip that pools around your hips. “I want to see you.”

You nod and he pulls the light fabric up over your head with an unspoken gentleness.

“Look at you,” he breathes, but his gaze doesn’t linger long on your body. Instead, it’s latched onto your gaze, watching for every thought that will flicker across your expression.

“Come here.” You open your arms wide and he is tumbling into your embrace, pushing you back into the bed. You’re both giggling in the sensation of falling, giggling at each other's laughter, giggling because, really, what else is there to do when you’re finally wrapped up in the person you adore?

And then you take a breath. Let the silence of the room, the old, ticking clock in the hallway, the sweeping sounds off the streets filter through both of you. For a moment both of you become everything around you. For a moment, both of you are only the sensation of looking at another and wondering.

It doesn’t last.

It’s too difficult to resist reaching up for him, pressing your fingers lightly against the arc of his neck and drawing his lips back to where they belong: against yours. You’re not sure how, but each time he kisses you it’s a whole new world. This time, it’s spring. Ice melting against the promise of warmth. He melts against your touch and you wrap your legs around his waist.

He pushes into you without resistance. This time, your body welcomes him with ease, wrapping warmly around his throbbing length. He reaches so far into you.

When he begins to move, it’s too much. The spear of pleasure shoots through your abdomen and you arch your back. He stills immediately.

“Look at me,” Jin says. “I want to see your eyes when you come around my cock.”

You smile. Nip at whatever skin is accessible to you. Press yourself as close to him as you possibly can and chase the pleasure of having him, finally, in your bed.

When you grind your hips against his, he grunts and thrusts deeper.

When he lowers his weight down on you, he does it at an angle, one hand near your chest, the other one coming down on your hips. His fingers wrap around your waist and he begins to move you in time to his thrusts. It’s with even more power that he enters you now, but his pace has slowed just enough that your own orgasm dangles in front of you like he’s teasing you with sweetness.

He’s always teasing you, isn’t he.

Pleasure ripples across his face, marking his brow, dancing across his lips like a fleeting ghost. You want to memorize the way his delight radiates out into the world, want to return to it everyday like a favorite book.

He holds you like he has so many times before, but this time there’s a new edge to his gaze. Trust. He knows you’re his. Knows that the blossoming purple on your neck and the breath coming quickly from your lungs are marks of him. That even if the red blessing of dawn tears him from your bed and your arms that this moment is marked, is held, by him.

For now that will be enough.

He has you wrapped up in his arms, your gaze fluttering between pleasure and weariness.

“You’re a gift.”

You don’t know what it is about that phrasing. If it’s the way the words take shape on his pink lips, if it’s the deep sound of his voice flooding through you. If it’s the devotion swimming in his eyes. Either way, your cheeks flood with warmth and you cut back: “You said that already.”

“And I meant it both times.”

He notices your flickering gaze and the heat painting your cheeks and reaches for you, stroking his thumb against the burning flesh.

“You’re so warm.”

“I’m embarrassed,” you say softly.

“What?” He leans in. “The crown jewel of the city embarrassed? By a measly little affection?”

“You’d be surprised at the list of things you do that can bring a blush to my cheeks,” you cut back too quickly — only to realize it’s not as much of a cut as you thought it was.

“Oh?” He rolls closer. So his chest is once more pressed to yours. He lets his hand drift up to tug on a loose strand of hair that falls into your face. “Tell me more.”

“Really?”

“Give me the juicy details.”

“No!”

“Give them to me,” he grins. “I want to know exactly why the hell you’ve fallen for me, me of all people.”

“Fine — that, uh—” Suddenly you are overwhelmed with all of the moments and instances that this dear man inspired you with. Where to begin? “I can’t get you out of my head.”

“I know. You’ve made that quite clear.” He punctuates his meaning by flicking his gaze towards the discarded nightgown at the foot of the bed. “But why?”

Moment after moment flies through your brain and before you can think of censoring yourself, you’re grabbing on to the first one that sparks your attention. “That thing you do when you throw me over your shoulder and run. It’s a little excessive but I promise you it gives me plenty of time to admire your broad shoulders.”

That crinkling scrutiny in his eye glimmers again.

“It’s just my body. Hm.”

“No! No…” You correct him, bringing your hands up to his cheeks and tugging his face closer to you to make sure he is listening.

“Your kindness.”

“Sure. My job is to beat people up for you and you fell for my kindness?” You see the flash of shyness in his expression and suddenly you’re devoted to making him understand. He doesn’t see it.

“Really.”

“Really?”

“Really. You know… when you aren’t out there performing you’re actually quite riddled with kindness and… intricacies.”

He laughs. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Like… that one time you woke me up at 3am because it was our only night at the beach and you weren’t going to pass up the chance to go fishing — and refused to leave me alone just to do something you loved — and how you sat there with your little frown and waited for hours only to realize that we were in the completely wrong spot to be fishing in the first place. You love it. And you’re horrible at it. And in this stupid world where everything either has to be for perfection or for money — that’s so fucking refreshing.”

His laughter echoes through the room, bouncing off of the cold stone and landing warmly in your chest. “That-that’s it? My horrible fishing skills. What about the time-”

“At the gallery?”

“Where I literally-”

“Took a bullet-”

“To my shoulder!”

“Your prized possessions,” you wink.

“Yes, the time I saved your life. That’s not it?”

“Sure, sure,” you flap your hand. “I can find a man to take a bullet for me on any street corner, any day of the week.”

“Sure, sure!” Jin scoffs back at you, but he’s smiling. Watching the way his plump lips stretch towards his cheeks, you realize you could list the reasons you can’t let him go until the sun bridges her gaze over the horizon of city buildings — and still not be finished. And yet, you continue.

“Here’s one: The way you listen. You take things in and notice — but, no, it’s not just noticing. You process them and turn them quietly into something deep and beautiful and meaningful and it never fails to surprise me. And! And the way that sometimes when you laugh it sounds like something horribly squeaky and delightful.”

His jaw drops.

“Something squeaky!”

“Like windshield wipers… Sometimes! Only sometimes! And it’s delightful!”

His brow narrows.

“I’m going to kiss you now to shut you up before you say something even worse than that.” Your eyes widen. “If you’ll have me.”

“Yes-yes, god, I’ll have you.”

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calm after the storm | jeong yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i will slaughter any sasaengs, please fuck off thank u theyre my source of happiness, im wishing u hell and beyond if u even think of fucking their lives up

Half past twelve. The clock was ticking every single second as you waited for your lover to return but he didn't reach home yet. Usually you wouldn't mind but after receiving a call from Mingi, whom you rarely spoke to, you were about to leave to pick him up.

"Y/N, no! Don't go to him… he told us to not tell you but I had to because I know he didn't make this decision with a straight mind. Just wait for him to come home and talk to him."

Knowing that it wasn't Yunho to behave this way, you waited for him to come home even though you were worried and scared that he would not return anytime sooner. But when you heard the sound of your door's keypad beeping, your heart was at ease to see him home safe and sound.

Yet, you couldn't help but ask him, “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?”

Yunho took off his shoes and walked inside your home, ignoring your question before he went upstairs, heading to your room. His silence made your blood boil but you didn’t stop there as you walked to your shared room, looking at him.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls?” You asked in a calmer tone, hoping he would answer.

He sighed and did not answer you. He dropped his head and remained silent. It was obvious that he was drunk and usually, you would have let it slide and tucked him into bed but after hearing what Hongjoong had told you, you knew you had to do something about it before he regretted anything the next morning.

"Yunho, I'm talking to you."

“I had my phone on silent.” He mumbled, his hand moved to his head and he massaged his temples. Your heart dropped to see him this weak and fragile, you wished that you could have helped him out before if you knew what was going on but it was too late for that.

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!” Your voice cracked, tears started to well up into your eyes. He looked up where his eyes shot daggers at you, “It’s my phone, I think I can do whatever I want with it. Can we just not talk about this now?”

Before you could utter another word, Yunho got up and walked past you as he headed towards the bathroom. You turned around and grabbed a hold of his wrist in a soft manner making him stop and look at you, “Did you tell Hongjoong you're going to leave the group?”

The look of fury left his face the moment the words left your mouth. He froze in his spot and you looked at him, hoping for an answer in return. "I… who told you that?"

"Yunho, is it true?" You asked, looking at the taller boy. His tired eyes gave away the truth as he couldn't give an answer and pushed your hand away.

His face was pale, the eyebags underneath his eyes were evident, his lips were dry and chapped, while he reeked of alcohol. It hurt you to see him this way, which made a tear roll down your cheek.

Yunho was never a heavy drinker but these past few weeks, he had been drinking a lot and he was drifting away from you and he never spoke to you unless you initiated the conversation first. You always thought he was stressed due to work so you wouldn't ask him a lot of questions but maybe that was the first mistake you made in your relationship, causing him to decline in this manner.

"Did you think about it?" You asked, not breaking eye contact with him, hoping he would talk to about it. He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh, "Yes, I don't want to do this anymore."

"But why? You're only proving them right by letting the hate get to you. You're only letting the girl enjoy what she wants by leaving the group." You told him.

"Can you please go away?" His words slapped you across the face, making you flinch at his high tone. There wouldn't be any good outcome if you insisted on fixing things so you left him alone in your room and went to your living room.

•••

You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a few hours before you woke up and saw yourself covered with a blanket and your head was supported with a throw pillow. You searched around for your phone until you realised your hand was being held by someone.

Panicking, you got up abruptly and tried to pull your hand away but a sleepy Yunho got up and didn't let go of your hand.

"No… Stay with me Y/N… Don't leave me too…" He mumbled, head dropping on the couch before he dozed off again.

Your heart ached at the sight of Yunho being like this, not capable of helping himself when he always gave a helping hand to others. You looked at his tired form and you started weeping, the earlier events coming to your memory.

"The hate got out of hand and the management said they would handle it but Yunho didn't want to cause them anymore trouble."

"Did the management sue them for defamation?" You asked, still in disbelief that an anti would go this far to ruin one's life.

You've seen this happen to other idols and hate was definitely a common thing artists face when they're in the entertainment industry, but the boys always handled it well and never gave it a second glance. Everyone has their breaking point but the boys were extremely patient with all the bullshit thrown at them.

"We were going to… then Yunho said he wants to leave the group. Then he just left the building and drove off. I'm sorry to call you this late, Y/N. I don't think he would tell you what happened." Yeosang added, after Mingi spoke.

Yunho must have heard you crying cause he got up and rubbed his eyes, looking at you in confusion. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You sniffled, wiping your tears away as you looked at him in the dark. His eyes were puffy and swollen, making you cry more. His large hand moved to your face and wiped the tears away, before he sat beside you and pulled you into a hug which you didn’t hesitate hugging him back.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” He asked in a small voice, making you look at him.

“What? Why would I leave you?”

“Because I left everything and everyone I love, you’re the only one I have left.” He croaked out, innocence coating his words. You shook your head and hugged him once again, rubbing his back with your petite hands.

“You still have time. You don’t have to let go of everything and everyone you love because of someone’s jealousy towards your happiness in life.” You told him, earning a sigh from him. “This isn’t just your career, Yunho, it’s your passion and your dream that you’ve worked for. Don’t let it go because of one’s negative vibes.”

“Do you think they’ll still accept me if I went back?” He asked, resting his face in the crook of your neck. You hummed in agreement, “KQ can’t let go of their lucky guy, you know.”

Hearing Yunho’s giggle made you feel a tad bit better. You held him for a few minutes, embracing the silent shared between you two before he spoke up. “I’m so, so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“Just… talk to me if something is wrong, okay? I’m always here for you and we can talk it out and figure something out,” You breathed, resting your chin on his broad shoulder.

“Okay.” Yunho said, pulling away from the hug. He took your hands into his and held it, giving out warmth to your body as you shuddered from the cold temperature in the living room. “I think I’m going to take a break before I continue on with the group activities, I’m going to need time.”

You nodded, happy that he was willing to take time off instead of leaving the group full time. “Okay, we can let your manager know tomorrow. Should we head to bed now? It’s so chilly here.”

He chuckled, giving you a soft smile before he took you by surprise when he closed the gap between the two of you with a quick, chaste kiss. When he pulled away, you looked at him with a clear question mark plastered on your face.

“What? I missed doing that to you.”

“Doing what?” Your voice came out smaller than you expected it to.

“This.” He said, before leaning in again for a full kiss, sweeping you off into dreamland with the taste of his bittersweet lips. You kissed him back, hoping to be in the moment for a little bit longer but Yunho pulled away. You tutted at his action whereas he smiled back at you.

“Maybe this break will do me more than just good. It feels great to be like this.” He muttered, making you wonder.

“Be like this?”

Although there was almost no light visible in the living room, you could have sworn that you saw his eyes twinkle as he looked at you and answered, “Just you and me; that’s all I want.”

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello!1st I wanted to say i love your blog its *chefs kiss*,and 2nd could I request (i dont know if this is in someway triggering or not so i apologize) a MC who doesnt believe the brothers can love them 'cause they despise themself and they are so set on (?) with that mindset that the brothers cant convince them otherwise,but MC themself wants to feel loved they...just cant...and they just breakdown saying they arent special and when the brothers meet other humans they will realise that MC is nothing,that they are a horrible being and they will leave them for somebody better,does that make sense I dont wanna go too deep into it(totaaaaally not self projecting)I am so sorry if this is a sensitive topic,feel free to ignore this ask,this has been eating me out for weeks so I just wanted to seek some comfort.Once again your blog is great and dont overwork yourself, take care! :D 🤍

I've definitely been there and even now, I still have these fears. Growing out of these Insecurities and feelings are hard even if you work hard to be as confident as you can. One day it'll happen but until then you just gotta keep reminding yourself that you're worth the world

Also tip, please don't rely on others for self worth - people can be cruel or simply just unpredictable. Not all but until you see every colour of a person you don't know. If you depend on someone else to give you worth and make you feel good then that'll start a very unhealthy cycle for yourself

I hate this phase "love yourself before you love others" because you don't need to, you can find healthy and happy relationships whilst insecure. But I think what it really means is; get self worth before you love another. Make sure you don't do yourself damage by giving you Someone who does the bare minimum or will sometimes make you feel good but is usually a dick.

You can find love but that love can be wrong if you don't pay attention to the red flags. Don't let your insecurities drag you into unhealthy relationships.

Because you are stunning, worth it and loveable. You're Someone people can look up to or admire even if it's for something simple like your humour.

Also thank you, I'll be sure to not overwork myself, make sure you don't pressure yourself too hard about work or your hobbies. Hobbies are all about fun!

Warning: self loathing, depressive themes, angst

You could stand it.

Your eyes traveled along the gifts and trinkets that were in your room. Each one gifted to you by a powerful demon; a demon you live with.

You couldn't stand it.

You could get it; why would someone like that every like you? You weren't special and yet Everyone insisted that you were. You're not the key. Not anything Diavolo wants or expects. Definitely not what the brothers want.

You had to scoff. The brothers only like you because of Lilith, if you were related then they'd never see you as anything but some human. Lilith dragged you here, she made sure you came here and for what? To be always told you're going to be some big thing; someone to destroy hatred and help bring together three realms.

Do they not realize how much pressure that is??!!!! And the how are you even going to do that?! You're magic is unpredictable and useless - it perfectly reflects you.

You whimpered at your own thoughts. The word useless stinging at your heart; it was almost if a knife lodged itself into your chest. Constantly stabbing the word useless into it.

You were useless. They need to find someone who can actually live up to their expectations. Just a good for nothing human....why do they even like you?

You looked back at the gifts, your watery stare turning into a hateful glare.

The question was burning inside your head. You couldn't understand; what did he see in you? You're not special! You're not anything anyone wants you to be and you're just being forced on a pedestal you didn't make!

Why did he always look at you the way he does? Like you actually mean something. Why does he smile so softly when you enter the room?

Why would he be like that when you KNOW that as soon as he meets another human, he'll be running after them without hesitation. Everyone was so much more attractive than you and better than you - you couldn't get why he loved you. Why- no how?! You weren't good enough for him!

No matter how many times he says I love you or compliments you it leaves such a bitter disgusting taste in your mouth. You're so horrible you can't even let people be nice to you - it's all a lie anyway. No one could love you. Never. No one!

You were useless! Disgusting! You weren't even attractive! You weren't loveable! You're a horrible person who looks just as horrible as they are. How can they look at you like that?! How can they stand you?! You're nothing!

You don't get it!

Why?! Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why Why why why-!

A scream ripped itself out of your throat. Tears streaming down your face as you clutched your head. Your body curled into itself, shaking and trembling as you choked on your sobs. You coughed through it as you tried to breath but the tears kept coming. Drowning you as you desperately tried to breath under their weight.

The pain was unbelievable. You felt like your head was on fire. You could barely even make out the figure standing at your door. Whoever they were, they scooped you up from the floor and rubbed circles into your arms. You clutched to them for dear life as you cried.

Somewhere in your brain you could tell who it was and it only made you cry harder. Shame filling your lungs as you tried to escape their caring embrace.

"No-! Stop it! I'm nothing! I'm useless-! Let me go-!! Why- why won't you leave me alone?! I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! LET ME DIE-!"

were you dying? You felt like it. The ache was painful; your chest growing tighter and tighter. You pounded on their chest, demanding they let you be the useless thing that you are alone.

Lucifer:

He forced back his tears

Just rubbing circles into your skin as he held you

To think you were this Insecure despite being the nicest person who knew

You were Better than him and don't let pride stop you - you were amazing

"not good enough for me? What made you believe that...? You're perfect for me, you complete me."

You denied his claims, sobbing as you listed your insecurities

"Your insecurities don't define you, you're so much more than that - I wouldn't of picked you to be my love if I didn't think you'd be adequate."

He wasn't sure if you were still listening but he pushed past his doubts

Adjusting you in his embrace

"I- I'm not sure if I'm comforting you....I'm not good at being the gentle hand, I want you to see how I see you - you're kind, charming and always keeping me in awe, you mean so much to me, I'll trade anything I could just to see you smile - I love you."

Mammon:

There can only be one self loathing idioit in this relationship

He refuses to let you feel like how he has

His forced confidence - you could easily see through it - anyone could

But you were the only one who then actually helped him feel better when you did see through it

He let a few tears stray, holding you close

"did someone say something to you? I don't forgive 'em for ever making ya this upset, I'm not letting you feel like this."

You shook your head, muttering that he should let you

"why should I? You're my favourite person and you've only made me happy - so let me make you happy! You're the only person who's ever treated me the way ya treat me and I won't let you hate yourself!"

He hugged you even tighter, squeezing you as he hid his face in your shoulder

"you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, okay? You always know how to make me feel better and it's my turn to make you feel better but you gotta listen to me! I lo-love you! The great Mammon loves you so badly that he just wants to kiss you every day! You're amazing and I won't forgive ya if you let yourself keep going on like this, let me support you.... please...I don't want you to go."

Levithan:

He couldn't get it

He's always been jealous of your personality and ability to make others feel good

His envy makes him despise himself - so seeing you be the same, he couldn't take it

He gave you one big squeeze

"d-don't be stupid! You're the best thing that's come into my life - even better than ruri-chan!"

You didn't believe him, he was obessed with that character

"but it's true-! If I could I'd get loads of merchandise of you too because you're my favourite person! You're just like the protagonists I read about."

His face was beat red but he was determined to make you feel better

"You're Henry, you are brave and kind, always trying your best even if that best isn't up to your own or others standards, you Inspire me! I've thought about of making a series about you...so others can feel just as happy as I do when I see you, you make me feel less insecure and like I actually mean something - why can I do to make you feel the same? You mean everything to me! I really like you....I like-like you-! I LOVE YOU AND I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY! Let me make you feel how you make me feel because then you'll see just how amazing you are!"

Satan:

Did someone makes you feel like this or was it just your own thoughts?

If it isn't the latter he'll need to find out who's hurt you

But right now, he hugged you tighter and cradled your head

He couldn't stand to see and hear you so destressed

"did I do something to make you feel like this? I'm so sorry if I did, I don't always realize when I come off rude or hateful- I could never hate you."

You held him tight, telling him to stop

"but I need to fix it if I've hurt you and if it wasn't me then whoever did needs to keep quiet, you don't deserve these feelings."

You huffed, trying to not cry more

He gave your Shoulder a small squeeze

"you're more than enough for me, you're so good to me - sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for you, you're always so patient with me and don't make me feel like I'm some unthinking beast, you don't think I'm lying when I be genuine and that makes me love you - I do love you - you make me feel good and I want to do the same for you, you're beyond good and I'll always be happy with the person you are and can become because I know you can do so much and always bring positivity even in the darkest times."

Asmodeus:

He's crying too

He hated of being seen as insecure

He only wanted confidence

Seeing you sob and beat on yourself like this only reminded him of his most private moments

He held you even closer, rocking you gently

"No, dear, I love you too much to let you feel like this, you're amazing to me and I think you're better than even myself, you're my number 1."

You shook your head, telling him he's lying

"I'm not, why would I lie? You're the sweetest person I know, you don't see me as some sex object - you make me feel real and happy - so so happy."

He kissed the top of your head, hiding his tear streaked face

"I want you to be happy....you deserve it, you've got only so long to live and I'm so scared that you're going to hate yourself even until you die, I don't want that! You're beautiful amazing and I could never ask for anyone better! Please- just let's work on our confidence together...okay? You're so wonderful, don't let yourself become so hateful."

Beezlebub:

He's absolutely broken

How didn't he realize you felt this bad about yourself??

He didn't even realize he was crying aswell, just holding you close as his mind screamed at him

"did something make you feel like this? It hurts to hear you say these things."

You shook your head before nodding, muttering you just won't talk anymore

"I didn't mean that, I always want you to be open with me and if not me, atleast one of my brother's."

He picked you up, placing you in a more comfortable position and held you close to his chest

"I love you, it took me awhile to realize that but I do, you make me feel full and happy - like I just ate a big buffet of warm cakes and dishes, I'm always warm when I'm with you, I don't believe you're not good enough - you're kind to me and never judge me for eating, you help me with working out but most importantly, you fixed my family and brought my twin back, I don't know how to make you see how much that means to me and I don't want you to feel bad about yourself when you're always the best person in the room - you're really great."

Belphegor:

"just let me die"

Those words hurt him so bad

He was like that, he demanded to be left to Rot with his own self loathing when Lilith died

He pulled you close to his chest as he grabbed your shoulder

"You're not allowed to feel like this, you've done nothing to feel this much hatred towards yourself."

You told him he was wrong, crying harder

"when am I wrong? I- okay, I can be wrong but I'm not wrong about you, you're my favourite person which means I love you and I don't let my favourite people sit and cry."

He cuddled you, nuzzling his cheek against yours

"You saved me and I will never able to make it up to you, I've hurt you and I hate it- I hate that I'm a reason you get scared, don't ever let yourself rot away, when my brother's just leave me to sleep I always feel so much dread - that I'm being left to die in my bed and will never get to see their faces again - I'll never be able to see your face again....I wouldn't be able to take it.....seeing you everyday makes me want to leave my bed and always make sure you smile, let me make you smile again."

[astrella-writes]

prompt | anonymous asked: Could I get some general relationship headcanons (with some fluff please!) for Chishiya, Arisu, and Kuina 🥺👉👈 let me know if you need a more specific ask! :)

warnings | written with the intention of female pronouns but can be read as gender neutral, very minor suggestive implications, mentions of alcohol, nicotine and eating habits, might be considered kinda cheesy oops, the use of the pet name ‘bunny’.

word count | 1.4K

author’s note | ‘m loving this request. this is written with the intention of it being pre-borderlands. 

Shuntarō Chishiya 

- Frequenting local cafes for routinely study dates. He helps you with topics that you may struggle on and you buy him the bizarre flavored ‘treat of the week’ as a thank you. He jokes around that you’re probably using him as a test subject, because who would order sweet potato brownies with the premise that they would taste good. Much to his surprise, they actually do.

- Visiting a cat cafe once, but not getting around to completing any work. The image of Chishiya cradling a fluffy kitten close to his chest and holding softened eye contact with it is now your permanent lock screen. He has a matching lock screen of you holding a kitten from under the armpits and touching noses with it.

- Learning new skills together. Chishiya is pretty much down for anything that he considers interesting enough. That’s how you ended up frustratingly trying to follow along to a complex origami cat tutorial at 2 in the morning as Chishiya worked quietly with his earbuds in, listening to a different tutorial. Only once he presented you with a perfect paper flower did you smile for the first time in the past hour, the frustration dissipating. That very flower has claimed its indefinite place on your bedside table, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

- Doing escape rooms together every so often. It baffles you to some degree how he figures things out so easily, but then again, you’ve known how smart your boyfriend was since the day you met so it shouldn’t really come as a surprise. You just can’t help but admire him, and voice these admirations out loud. Your compliments being the only ones which truly affect him.

- Despite how genius your boyfriend is, you remain concerned about the mental toll college might have on him. If he is stressed, he barely gives it away, but you’ve grown to read through his indifference and pick up when something is wrong - even if he’s attempting to hide it for your disburden. You allow him to de-stress in your arms, playing with the tips of his hair and speaking through what has got him so troubled.

- Late night dates that consist of trips to the corner store where you buy your favourite snacks and walk down to the beach together. It’s a relaxing way to wind down after a stressful week filled with work and college. If it’s not too cold that night, you substitute sitting on your usual bench for a stroll along the sand. If he finds a pretty seashell, Chishiya will give it to you wordlessly.

- He buys you a lot of small things that reminds him of you. A cute keychain he found by chance while buying groceries, splurging his money on a random claw machine because he spotted a plushie character from that show you really like, buying your favourite snacks to calm you down before a big exam that you’ve been studying really hard for. It’s the little things that show how much he really loves you.

Ryōhei Arisu

- Offering him a place to stay for a few days if he needs a break from his family, Arisu will pack up his gaming laptop along with him and you two will game with each other side by side. He anticipates the moment you rest your head on his shoulder and once you do, he rests his own head upon yours with a small: “you tired, bunny?”

- Being extremely supporting and non-judgemental on the topic of him getting a job. You search listings almost daily and send any promising ones through to him, leaving an encouraging message afterwards in hopes he gets the right intention. You care for him deeply and don’t want to see his father eventually kicking him out the house for being unemployed and making the situation ten times more difficult for him.

- Helping him get out more and introducing him to places he quickly grows to love. A quaint coffee shop with a grassy roof hidden deep within the cracks that he never would have found if it weren’t for you. It’s become your usual spot for dates, and Arisu enjoys the tranquility of it all.

- Going on trips to the game store together, even though Arisu usually just buys all his games online, and he’s pretty sure you do too. Regardless, it’s an excuse to meet up and hang out for a few hours after, something he’s found has become more enthralling than gaming. 

- Staying up on video call into the late hours of the night as you both battle it out on some mmorpg. You’re confused when you see his idle avatar and look over at your phone screen to find him staring at you in a trance. It catches you off guard at first, but seeing him snap back to reality upon getting caught and getting all flustered left you replaying the scene over in your head for days later.

- Dates to the arcade, because of course. You two definitely hog a specific game with a line of pouting children waiting impatiently to get their chance. Arisu only agrees to move on when you mention a new game you spotted earlier. There is no new game, you just feel bad for the kids. Once he’s caught on, you merely give his lips a quick peck and you’re instantly forgiven.

- Playing in one of those immersive game machines with the curtains on both sides, only for Arisu to stare at you dumbly, leaving you a flustered and confused mess. This usually leads to a one-sided lean in and a small make out, only for an innocent kid to pull back the curtain and run away mortified. Their screams are the highlight of your boyfriend’s day, and you swear he’s holding some mental record of how many kids he traumatize through doing this.

Hikari Kuina

- Working at the same clothing store and having Kuina intervene whenever you’re faced with a rude customer. She might not be all too friendly if they insulted you, and if getting fired is the cost of standing up for you, then so be it. You’d quit alongside her and find some place new to work.

- Helping tend to her sickly mother in hospital, whom you had made speechless upon your first visit. She was delightfully thrilled upon finally being introduced to her daughter’s significant other, Kuina sharing to you afterwards that she hadn’t seen her mother smiling so brightly in a long time. You always present her mother with gifts upon each visit, whether it be flowers or a small cake. She’s become like your own mother, and so you help pay towards hospital bills as well.

- Comforting Kuina if she ever gets upset about her past (especially her relationship with her father) or her mother’s current poor health. You make her feel so valid; it leaves her a sobbing mess in your arms as you comfort her with soothing strokes and affectionate mumbles. Once her wailing has calmed, you offer to make her favourite - hot chocolate topped with cream.

- Constant sleepovers, which include wearing face masks, ordering takeout, watching some sappy romance before switching it over to an action movie and sipping on some cheap beer. The buzz of the alcohol always makes you more daring as you suggest showering together, and you’re never turned down by your equally audacious girlfriend. 

- Helping her overcome her nicotine addiction and being the initial person to suggest chewing on a dummy cigarette whenever she felt the urge to smoke. Her mother couldn’t thank you enough for getting her into this, expressing her hidden fear of having to watch Kuina smoke herself into ill health or worse, a premature grave. 

- In return, she looks out for your own well-being: reaching out to hold your hand before you both cross the street, showing up with lunch the next day at work if she thinks you haven’t been eating as much lately, keeping headache pills in her bag ever since you complained about a migraine that one time, keeping an extra umbrella in the break room just in case it rains later that day and you’ll need one.

- It’s never a dull moment dating Kuina, always planning fun and exciting dates like getting drunk in a private karaoke room only for it to lead to sloppy make outs. The one time she was so insistent on riding the kiddies train at the amusement park, only for the both of you to fall off once you reached the sharp bend in the tracks. It left you both a giggling mess, but the pain afterwards definitely made the whole situation regrettable. 

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me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

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kambal x reader; established relationship

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the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”