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Someone Else (I'm Still Right Here)

also on ao3

minor warning for Geralt coming on to Jask when he doesn't know who he is, but nothing comes from it. 

 They've hardly been in town long enough for anything to go wrong and yet, Jaskier finds his thoughts interrupted by banging on the door of their room. If it was Geralt, he would simply let himself in even if he didn't have his hands free to open the door properly, so it must be important. Jaskier rises from the bed, setting his lute aside with a sigh. He detests being interrupted while he's working for anything less than an emergency - and judging by the fact that the knock hasn't come again, this is hardly an emergency.

He saunters to the door, pulling it open to find the face of the innkeeper's wife staring back at him anxiously.

"Sorry to interrupt," she says, "it's your Witcher, sir. Something's happened and no one is... well, they're all afraid to get too close to him. They called in the healer from the next town, but-"

Jaskier frowns. The contract was for a pair of drowners, not even a nest of the damn things. Geralt could have taken them out in his sleep - so what went so terribly wrong?

Jaskier lets himself be led downstairs, doing his best to mask worry with intrigue, but it isn't working. The innkeeper's wife leads him to the edge of the forest where her husband is waiting, a look of pained concern on his face. Jaskier's stomach drops as the man just points into the trees, and he hurries forward without delay. If the people in town won't help Geralt, he will certainly do his best.

When he finds him, Geralt is in a bad state. His eyes are still dark from the potions - probably why the locals wouldn't come near - and there's blood streaked down the side of his face.

Jaskier stays quiet. It's bad enough that Geralt can hear his pulse racing, he doesn't need to make his fear any more obvious to him. He kneels down on the soft ground, assessing the damage before moving him. He's learned from experience that one wrong move can make a wound worse rather than better.

"Okay," he says once he's satisfied. "I'm just gonna pull this off," he taps on Geralt's left pauldron, "make sure your head is the only thing you banged up." Jaskier frowns as he says it, but Geralt seems, as usual, unconcerned. He's much better behaved than usual though, which strikes Jaskier as being particularly odd.

He ignores it and pushes through, tearing an already ripped piece of Geralt's shirt to wipe away some of the blood. Geralt will be grouchy about it later, but if Jaskier replaces it, he can't be too angry. He does his best to clean Geralt's skin and he finds just the one injury - a hefty blow to the head. Not that it seems to be bothering Geralt any.

But when Jaskier cups his jaw, tipping his head to one side, Geralt hums. It catches him off guard and Jaskier jerks back to look at him.

"Your hands feel nice," Geralt breathes and leans into the touch. Okay. So maybe the head injury is more serious than it appears. The innkeeper's wife said a healer was coming, Jaskier will mention it to them when they arrive. Or maybe it's just the blood loss. Either way, the healer will be better prepared to deal with it than he is.

"What are you doing here?" Geralt asks.

"The innkeeper's wife came to collect me. Figured someone ought to come and collect you."

"No one else would even get near me."

"Yes, well, I'm not everyone else, am I?"

"Hmm. Guess not."

Jaskier comes around to look at him, straddling his thighs and Geralt leans forward, resting his head on his shoulder and nuzzling into his neck.

"Yes yes," Jaskier hums, "I know you're tired, darling, but we have to get you up and back to town."

Geralt is reluctant, but he lets himself be hauled to his feet and doesn't even complain about Jaskier propping him up as they make their way back toward town. He's quiet, which is to be expected, but Jaskier is worried that he's keeping something from him, that he's worse off than he seems because Geralt seems quite happy to let himself be assisted - something he would regularly fight against.

As they make it back to the inn, Jaskier knows everyone is watching them and he scolds a couple of them for not offering to help when a man was injured. He takes Geralt up to their room and ducks out from under his arm, leaving him alone for a moment so he can get the fire lit and ready the bed for him. But before he can do either, he finds himself pressed up against the room door with Geralt's face mere inches from his own.

The dark veins and darker eyes are… sexier than they have any right to be and Jaskier swallows back a groan, pressing a gentle hand to Geralt's chest. The Witcher is still woozy and unsteady on his feet, but he resists being pressed back and Jaskier frowns at him.

"Mm, as much fun as this is, I doubt you'll think so highly of me in the morning, darling." Geralt smiles slyly and, for a split second, Jaskier worries that he's become Geralt's quarry, that the toxins running through Geralt's body are really as bad as he always claims they are and that he is, in fact, in real danger around him. But then Geralt leans in, bumping his nose against Jaskier's and any thoughts of fear dissipate immediately.

Instead, Jaskier ducks down and away, holding both arms out as Geralt follows him.

"Geralt," he asks, "what's gotten into you? Not that I mind, but-" he eyes him carefully and Geralt just grins at him again.

"Don't be coy with me, bard, this is what you brought me here for."

"Um. No? I brought you here to rest, to put you to bed not take you to bed, and find you something to eat. This is our room, Geralt, not my room. They only had one left and I didn't think you'd mind-"

"Our room?" Geralt interrupts and Jaskier nods. Worry creeps in and he looks closely at Geralt. His eyes are black still, though the veins are retreating and he seems brighter than usual, not so gloomy.

"Yes?"

"Why would we be sharing a room," Geralt huffs, "I've only just met you."

Jaskier gawks at him. It's not like Geralt to play games, that's Lambert's area of expertise - and this is stupid and obvious even for Lambert's tastes. But something is off about Geralt tonight. The worry turns to fear and Jaskier suddenly wonders if the man he's brought back is his Witcher at all.

He's never met a doppler, but he's heard Geralt tell stories about them. For the most part, they're harmless, but Jaskier suspects they can be paid or bribed like anyone else and the thought of a stranger here in the room with his things, with Geralt's things-

"I thought you wanted sex," maybe-Gealt says again, slightly confused but not at all dissuaded. Normally Jaskier would take it as a compliment that he was still so enthusiastic about fucking him, but this feels very, very wrong. And yet a part of him still considers it.

If it is a doppler, there's no harm really. He's consenting and Jaskier is more than happy to fuck a man with Geralt's face (he doesn't think too much about how that will affect him after it's fine). Right? But there's still a nagging feeling that this isn't a doppler. He'd know, he thinks, if he brought someone else home with him.

"Can you just-" he says, backing up toward the bed where his bag is sitting on the floor. Maybe-Geralt just watches him with confusion as he crouches down and pulls his dagger from his pack.

It's just a little thing, but it's pure silver, gifted to him by Geralt in case of emergency.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Jaskier says, holding it out, "I just need you to touch this."

Maybe-Geralt gives him a questioning look but reaches out and takes the dagger from him, turning it over in his hand. Nothing happens.

"Hmm," he says, "nice weight, well made. A little decorative maybe-"

"Doesn't hurt?" Jaskier asks and maybe-Geralt, who is seeming more and more like just Geralt laughs.

"Not unless you stab someone with it."

Jaskier valiantly ignores the little smirk and shuts his eyes.

"Okay," he says, "start at the beginning, what do you remember?"

"I… woke up in the forest and then you showed up," he smiles at him and Jaskier is already preparing a refusal.

"Listen, Geralt, I am your friend and you would probably even argue that-"

"How come? You're very handsome and you've been helpful and kind-"

"But it's not like that, Geralt. It never has been. I offered once and you were… less than impressed with me." Geralt says nothing and Jaskier takes the opportunity to reign the conversation in. "Can I clean you up now? Something is obviously wrong and we have to get you to a doctor."

"They said a healer was coming."

"I was thinking of someone a little more professional," Jaskier says and Geralt gives him a look. "We have a mutual friend who may be able to help. But for now, you've got me and I'd like to take a look at that wound."

Geralt relents and Jaskier finally succeeds in getting him sat on the bed without Geralt trying to come on to him again. He pulls Geralt's hair back and ties it out of his face, it'll need to be washed later, but he's not going to try and explain how it's fine for him to wash his hair but not fuck him right now.

The wound itself it's so bad, a bit swollen, a bit bruised, but the actual gash is small and very manageable. He cleans it first with water and then with vodka and applies a good amount of salve. He doesn't know which herbs Geralt combines for a poultice, so he bypasses that for the time being; when he gets him to Shani if the wound isn't healed on its own, she'll be able to tend to it.

He finds linen wrap at the bottom of his bag and presses it to Geralt's forehead, gently wrapping it around and tying it at his temple.

"Should be good for now. I'll go down and have supper brought up. Do you want a bath?"

"No. Thank you."

"Alright. Just… stay here, I'll be back."

As soon as the bedroom door is shut, Jaskier closes his eyes, but he waits until he reaches the main floor to lean against the wall and sigh. He has no idea what he's going to do. He never thought he'd be sad to see the day Geralt tried to get him into bed, but it feels so wrong. He'd rather spend the rest of his life failing to impress Geralt than spend another five minutes with him like this.

He takes his time ordering food, half-hoping that Geralt will be asleep by the time he gets back to the room, but their supper is ready quickly and Jaskier reluctantly takes it back up to their room, setting the tray on the table beside the bed.

Geralt at least spares him conversation while they eat and then Jaskier sets the dishes aside and strips out of his clothes for bed, already dreading having to share a bed. He keeps his shorts on and waits until Geralt is already in bed before climbing in after him.

The fire is burning low already, so he's not worried about it, but he blows out the candle beside the bed and pulls the blankets up over himself. He faces out into the room, preferring not to see Geralt right now. It feels weird to want to avoid him and it makes his chest ache because this is Geralt, but it's not. He just wants his Geralt back.

He shuts his eyes and tries to sleep but Geralt is cuddly like this, shifting closer and pressing up against him. He gets an arm around Jaskier's waist and Jaskier squeezes his eyes shut. It's everything he thinks about during the long nights sleeping around a campfire, but he can't let himself give into it. But it feels good because it's Geralt's arm around him, Geralt's chest pressed to his back, Geralt's breath against his neck. He very nearly whines because it's so damn unfair.

But then Geralt's lips press against the back of his neck and a little gasp escapes his lips, unintentionally. He ignores it the first time, but then he does it again and when he shifts closer, Jaskier can feel the length of his cock pressing against his ass. And fuck, that's hard to turn down, but Jaskier wrenches himself out of Geralt's arms.

"I can't," he whispers, unconvincing even to himself.

"You want it, though," Geralt hums, "I can smell it on you."

"Maybe," Jaskier confesses, "but not like this. Not when you don't know who I am. Not when fucking any other person in this place would be the same for you. I can't, Geralt. Go to sleep."

Jaskier hates how disappointed Geralt sounds when he pulls away, but he doesn't try again and Jaskier almost finds himself wishing he would. He tugs the blanket a little tighter around himself and pulls his knees to his chest, trying to force back the fear that he might not get his Geralt back.

In the morning, Geralt wakes first and Jaskier is relieved to find himself alone in bed, although he worries about where Geralt has gotten to. But when he drags himself out of bed, he finds Geralt packed and ready to go with a hearty breakfast waiting for him.

"What's all this?" Jaskier asks, "trying to get away from me all of a sudden?" It comes out more bitter than he intends and he winces at the tone of his own voice.

"You were so sad, last night," Geralt says quietly. "I don't know how to fix this, how to remember you, but I thought you'd want to get started early. I had breakfast brought up." He offers a soft smile, gesturing to the food and Jaskier's heart flip-flops.

"Oh. Thank you."

"I've eaten. Take your time and we can leave when you're finished."

"Right."

Geralt just sits on the bed while Jaskier eats his breakfast and contemplates the fact that this is still his Geralt, as much as it doesn't seem like it. His own things are still ready to go and he has no idea who to go to to collect the reward for the drowners, but it couldn't have been much anyway, so he's not worried about it. Geralt won't be pleased about it when he remembers himself, but there's only so much Jaskier knows how to handle and he wants to get Geralt to Shani as quickly as possible.

They head out mid-morning, and Geralt insists on letting Jaskier ride, which is… nice, in a concerning way. Roach is equally confused and concerned, but Jaskier does his best to comfort her. Thankfully, they aren't far from Oxenfurt or Jaskier isn't sure how he would cope.

Geralt walks alongside him, happy enough apparently to let Jaskier ride. He hums as they travel, a low wonderful sound that had Jaskier's heart fluttering, but it tears him in two because the song is his which means Geralt does remember something, but he's also so sad to see him this calm and relaxed knowing his goal is to take that away from him.

For now, he won't say anything, will just let Geralt enjoy the journey. When and if they find a way to get his memory back, he'll explain everything and give Geralt the chance to decline if he wishes. The selfish part of him hopes he doesn't.

They carry on in much the same way, but even when Geralt talks, Jaskier struggles to find it in himself to be too enthusiastic about anything. He's already in a difficult spot and he just wants to get through this, whatever the outcome. But it's obvious Geralt notices and that he's trying to distract him from it.

Jaskier tries to cheer up a little, if only for him, but he finds it difficult because he knows Geralt can tell how he's really feeling. But Jaskier appreciates the effort, either way.

"Remind me where we're going?" Geralt asks and Jaskier realizes he hasn't told him, Geralt just trusted him not to be leading him towards certain death.

"To Oxenfurt," he says, trying to sound cheerful, "it's one of my favourite places on the continent. I have a friend who practices medicine, she should be able to help."

"You don't have to pretend for me. I know you're sad, I know you miss him. Me. I wish I could give you your friend back."

Jaskier's heart clenches and he takes a steadying breath. "I'm fine," he says, "and I can't miss him, he's you and you're right here." He feels odd, like he's talking to a child, but Geralt just smiles at him, softly but like he doesn't believe him. Jaskier wouldn't either, he's never been good at lying to Geralt.

There's a heavy silence that falls after that and for some time they continue forward unspeaking. Jaskier twitches to feel the silence, to sing or talk to something just to keep from thinking that Geralt is upset with him. Then, abruptly, Geralt speaks.

"What kind of man am I?" Jaskier doesn't even have to think to answer that.

"You're kind," he says, "more than anyone gives you credit for. You always try to take the less violent route, even though your job is to kill monsters. You're generous and loving and you care so deeply for your friends and family."

He pauses for a moment, swallowing a lump in his throat. Because he's not included in that group. He knows Geralt must care for him, but not in the way he loves Eskel or Lambert, or even in the way his friendship with Shani or Zoltan comes so easily to him. Next to him, Geralt is silent for a moment and then.

"Jaskier are you-" Jaskier shuts his eyes, dreading whatever is coming next. "Do you love me?"

"Of course I do," he says, forcing cheeriness into his voice, "You're my best friend."

"But it's more than that, isn't it?"

"Geralt-"

"I know I don't really know you, but I… think I love you, too."

"Geralt, don't say that," Jaskier shuts his eyes tightly, "you can't know that."

"I feel it."

Jaskier wants to scream. It's so unfair to hear those words from Geralt's mouth and know they’re not true. He pushes Roach a little quicker forward, but Geralt stops him.

Roach comes to a full stop and Jaskier grows frowns at Geralt as he comes to stand next to him. Geralt raised a hand up, cupping his jaw and guiding him downward.

"I feel like you won't hear it from me again, so I love you." He's soft, almost breathless, and when he stretches up to kiss him, Jaskier doesn't stop him.

It's just soft, no urgency, no want for something more than just a kiss and Jaskier can't help but lean into it just a little. Because those are Geralt's hands on him, Geralt's mouth against his own, soft and slow.

But Geralt moans softly against him and Jaskier remembers himself with a start. He pulls back from the Witcher, almost unseating himself, but Geralt steadies him.

"I'm sorry," he breathes, "I can't, it's not fair-"

"To me?" Geralt asks and there's sadness behind the humour in his voice.

"Yes."

After that, they spend the rest of the day in silence and Jaskier feels bad for Geralt - he can't imagine losing his memory and not knowing who he is - but he can't stand the fruitless hope. Because Geralt doesn't love him, he's made it known that they're not friends and how could Jaskier hope for more when he can't even attain friendship?

Then again, the man walking next to him now still is Geralt. He doesn't feel like Geralt and he doesn't act like Geralt, but he is. Jaskier isn't sure how people usually react when they lose their memories, so he doesn't have a basis to judge by, but it is still Geralt.

When they stop for the night, Geralt sleeps close enough to keep him warm but doesn't cuddle up like he did the night before and Jaskier hates himself for it. Maybe Geralt has a chance here at a new life, one where he can be happy and not weighed down by the memory of his childhood. And if he does, if he wants it, who is Jaskier to deny him that?

He's not sure he could be a part of it, though. Even thinking about him now, wishing Geralt would come a little closer, curl an arm around his middle, he feels like he's betraying his friend, betraying the old Geralt as the case may be.

Either way, he'll get Geralt to Oxenfurt so they can speak to Shani and see if there's anything that can be done. If there's not, he doesn't have to worry about making the decision to leave or stay, but if there is- If there is a chance Geralt can regain his memories, Jaskier has to let him make that choice alone and then make his own depending on what Geralt wants.

They reach Oxenfurt a few days later after what feels like a month-long journey and Jaskier is just glad to be somewhere warm where he can have his own room and not have to worry about wanting to be close. He leads them immediately to the inn and rents two separate rooms. It's fairly costly and he's reminded of the reason they needed to take the last contract, but he could be in Oxenfurt for a while depending on how this goes and he'll be able to pick up work easily enough.

Jaskier heads up to his room and makes sure Geralt gets settled, then he heads down and orders food and a bath up to Geralt's room before heading out to find Shani.

The first place he looks is the hospital, but the nurse working informs him that Shani has her own clinic now and she's located near the centre of town. Jaskier thanks her and doubles back, following the directions she'd given. Shani's clinic is tucked between two other buildings and Jaskier knocks before entering. There's no one inside but it's only a moment before Shani emerges from a back room, the neutral look on her face quickly growing into a smile. When Jaskier doesn't return the gesture she frowns.

"I take it this isn't a personal visit," she says and Jaskier can feel something inside him slip. He shakes his head.

"No, I'm sorry. I- we need your help."

"Geralt?" she asks and the last bit of his self-control gives way and he chokes on a sob. "Hey," she says, "come sit down."

Shani guides him to a back room and sits him down on a plush soft, surprisingly nice for a medical clinic. She shuts and locks the door behind them and sits next to him.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Geralt," he chokes, "hes'-" he takes a deep breath, swallowing back another sob. "Shani, he doesn't know who he is. He doesn't know who I am."

"Oh. What happened?"

"I wasn't there. I just- they came to get me because no one else would get near him. It was just supposed to be a drowner contract but he got hit in the head or something. I don't know what to do."

"Where is he now?"

"Back at the inn."

"Here?" she asks. Jaskier nods. "Why don't you take me to him, I'll take a look."

"I- I don't know if he'll want to be fixed? He came with me but Shani, he seems happy."

"Why don't we go and see him first. We'll figure out what's wrong before worrying too much, hm?" Jaskier agrees and Shani packs a bag and they head for the inn.

They find Geralt in his room, having eaten and bathed and he looks good. He's got his hair down around his shoulders and he's shirtless and Jaskier has to avert his eyes. He takes a seat in the corner and lets Shani introduce herself and asks to look him over. Jaskier stays quiet and watches cautiously as Geralt easily lets Shani look him over. Once she's finished with his body, she examines his head.

"Well," she says at last, "you obviously took a pretty hefty blow to your head, but the good news is it should be simple to reverse the memory loss."

"Good," Geralt says quickly. He spares a glance for Jaskier before turning back to Shani. "What do we have to do?"

"It's simple really, just a shock to your system should do it. I have a friend who can help."

As Shani goes into the details, Jaskier tunes out. He hears something about neurons, but he's more concerned about getting Geralt alone for a couple of minutes before he makes a decision. He loves Geralt, wants nothing more than for him to be happy, so he wants him to go into this knowing everything Jaskier can tell him.

"Can we have a moment Shani?" he asks and Geralt looks at him as Shani nods and ducks out of the room.

"You want to do it?" Jaskier asks and Geralt nods.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You're happier like this," Jaskier whispers, "Geralt, I've never seen you this relaxed. In twenty years, you've always been miserable. I just- I want you to make an informed decision."

"You say you want me to be happy," Geralt says, "but since I told you I didn't know who you were you've been so sad. How is it fair for me to be happy like you say when you're still suffering." He tips Jaskier's chin up with two fingers and looks into his eyes. "What I said before, I wasn't lying. I don't know where all these feelings are coming from but I know you are so important to me."

He pulls up a smile and Jaskier knows how this is going to end. And he'll be happy to have his Geralt back, but know him like this? To know this Geralt wants him, even in some weird, imaginary way? He doesn't know how he'll be able to continue.

"Okay," Jaskier relents. "I just… wanted you to know what you were getting into."

"I'm sure it can't be all bad. I have you."

Jaskier's heart clenches, but he doesn't get another chance to speak because Shani enters the room. Thankfully, Geralt has stopped touching him, but he's still close and she gives Jaskier a look.

"I put out a call to my friend," she says, holding up a box that looks vaguely familiar. "Xenovox," she explains, "Marilla is a mage. She should be here in the morning."

It's late afternoon now, so that means spending another night at the inn and Jaskier is torn. On the one hand, he wants Geralt to be back to normal, but on the other- he's selfish and he wants Geralt like this. He wants so badly to have anything and- no. No, he can't.

Shani leaves them shortly after assuring Jaskier that it will be alright, that Geralt will be fine. He wishes these were better circumstances, that they had come to visit Shani instead of asking for her help, but she waves him off with a smile.

"Come and visit when things are back to normal," she says, "I'll see you in the morning."

Jaskier sees her off and then returns to the room to find Geralt sitting on the edge of the bed, contemplating. He's still shirtless and Jaskier finds it hard to look at him directly. He sits in the bed next to him, hands folded in his lap.

"Well," Geralt says, "we have the night. Things will be different after I get my memory back, right?" He turns, reaching out to cup Jaskier's cheek. "Be with me tonight," he breathes, "just for tonight, let me take care of you while I have the chance."

Jaskier huffs a humourless laugh. "That's the problem, you always have the chance, but you never want to take it."

"Then let me now," he hums and his hand falls to Jaskier's thigh.

And it's so tempting. Because Geralt is right here offering everything he's ever wanted, if only for a night. But this is not the Geralt he fell in love with. This is not truly his Geralt's consent. When Jaskier looks up, it's obvious that Geralt knows his answer before he even speaks.

"I'm an idiot," he says softly, "to not jump at the chance to be with you. If I don't remember tomorrow, I want you to know you're important to me." Jaskier nods weakly, but he can't find the words. "Maybe we should turn in early? We have a long day tomorrow, I think."

Jaskier nods and he lets Geralt pull him down to the bed and tonight, he lets himself be held, curls into Geralt's hold and presses his nose into his neck. He doesn't let himself think, just buries himself in Geralt's scent, so warm and familiar and shuts off his mind.

Jaskier awakes to a knock on the door and realizes he's still in his clothes from yesterday. Geralt answers the door to Shani and Marilla, and Jaskier is only just climbing out of bed when they come into the room. He gets a look from Shani, but if she's feeling any particular kind of way about finding him in Geralt's bed, she doesn't say anything.

The actual process doesn't take any time at all. Marilla comes in and does something to Geralt, what she does is unclear but he falls unconscious and Jaskier panics at first, but Shani holds him back.

"Sorry," she says, "I should have warned you."

Jaskier does his best to make Geralt comfortable in the bed and he leaves with the two women to let him sleep. He thanks Marilla desperately and asks her to stay until he wakes, but she tells him she has other business to attend to and after dipping down to kiss Shani briefly, she disappears down the stairs.

"Friend, huh?" Jaskier asks and Shani smiles at him.

"Don't try to change the subject."

"Actually, can I ask you about something?"

"Of course. Why don't we get a drink, he could be out for a couple of hours."

They head down to the common area and Shani orders them a pair of drinks while Jaskier finds a table out of the way. He's never understood why Geralt likes corner tables, but right now he gets it. He doesn't want anyone to talk to him and he just wants to be able to sit and drink with Shani.

When she returns, she slides his drink across to him and slips into her seat.

"What did you want to ask about?"

"Uh," Jaskier starts, turning his mug in his hands, "when I first took Geralt back to our room, just after he was hurt. He tried to kiss me. He… thought I was bringing him back there to fuck him."

"Oh."

"You don't sound surprised."

"I'm not, really. I'm surprised he acted on it, but-"

"What does that mean?"

"Geralt doesn't have any brain damage," Shani explains, "something just… got knocked loose, so to speak. He was still him, Jaskier. His thoughts, his feelings? That was all him, Jask."

"You're telling me-" abruptly, the memory of Geralt telling him he loved him comes back to him and his mouth goes dry. "You're telling me that was just him?"

"Mmhm. Without all the baggage and self-loathing."

"I don't- he can't- if he wanted me that way, I would know."

"Would you?" Shani asks, "because I think you would be the last person to know. Wait till he wakes up, talk to him."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks, Shani, for this and for everything."

"Happy to help."

They finish their drinks and Shani heads home. Jaskier thanks her again and promises to visit when things are better and waits until she's gone before heading back up to Geralt's room.

The first thing Geralt knows when he wakes up, is a pain in his head. He blinks awake to find himself in a bed in a nondescript inn. A better look around finds Jaskier asleep in a chair next to him, but he stirs as Geralt sits up and then he's scrambling to pass Geralt a mug of water.

He feels woozy, but Jaskier's presence soothes him; he knows from experience that Jaskier would never let anything happen to him and is willing to risk his own health and safety to assure it. There's no one else he'd rather see upon waking. But he doesn't remember falling asleep. The last thing he remembers is taking a hit and stumbling away from the scene.

"Geralt?" Jaskier asks gently. He looks up and the first thing he notices when he looks at Jaskier is how sad he is. The emotion wafts off of him, but Geralt doesn't need his heightened sense of smell to be able to tell.

"What's wrong?" he mumbles, his voice thick.

"Tell me what you remember. From the start."

Geralt thinks back, going through the events of the hunt, none of which are very interesting until he was thrown into a tree. Water hag, he remembers, chucked mud and blinded him. Then he's stumbling away, all three monsters dead and then- fuck.

His gaze snaps up to Jaskier's face, looking for any sign of recognition, but he remains eerily calm, even as Geralt recollects kissing him, pressing him up against a wall and- fuck, what was he thinking? The more he thinks about it, the more comes back to him, but in bits and pieces.

Kissing him, touching him, pressing up against him in bed. The memories are all foggy, scattered, but they feel too real to have been a dream. But Jaskier shows no signs of being assaulted by him.

"I'm-" he starts, but sorry doesn't feel like it's enough. Jaskier is open with his affections, but he wouldn't be okay with that.

Geralt tries to push himself up, to get out of bed and away from Jaskier because he can't stand the thought of doing something like that. He can't remember why he did, but the more he thinks about it, the more real it feels.

"Geralt," Jaskier says firmly, "I'm not mad. But I think we need to talk if you're up for it."

He doesn't want to talk to Jaskier. He would rather find out from someone else, he can't bear to hear the words from Jaskier. And he knows Shani was there. Shani and another woman who he didn't recognize.

"Where's Shani?" he asks.

"She's gone home, darling. Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?"

Geralt looks up at him and he feels hopeless. Jaskier is exhausted, he can see the bags under his eyes, the dark circles. And he doesn't seem any less sad than he did initially. It doesn't take much to realize what happened.

"I'm sorry," Geralt mumbles, "about what I did- when I kissed you, I-"

Jaskier stops, already halfway toward the door and sighs deeply, stopping in his tracks before turning around.

"Okay," he says, "we're talking about this now, then." He comes back and seats himself on the end of the bed, facing him. "Tell me exactly what you remember, Geralt."

"I remember taking the contract, fighting off the drowners - and a water hag - got mud in my eyes, stumbled and something hit me, threw me into a tree. Probably one of the drowners pushed me. I took them out, started back toward town but I must have passed out, the next thing I remember is-"

"Me."

"Yeah. You took me back to our room, I thought you were- I thought you wanted sex."

"I know, you were fairly adamant about that."

"Fuck. Jaskier I'm sorry-"

"You didn't know who I was. If a handsome stranger took me back to his room, I'd think the same. When you didn't know who I was I was… terrified. I didn't know if I'd get you back." They're both silent for a moment and then Jaskier prompts him to continue.

"I remember that. I remember talking to you," he lowers his eyes, "I told you I loved you, I don't know why." Immediately Jaskier's sadness intensifies and he catches it in the twitch of his lip, the way he glances away.

"You asked if I was in love with you," Jaskier explains, "and told me you loved me. What else do you remember?"

"I remember asking you to- suggesting we- I propositioned you. And I remember being in bed- Jaskier, did we-?" He can't imagine anything worse than sleeping with Jaskier while he's not himself, than having the chance to be with him and not truly being present in the moment.

Because he certainly won't have another chance, especially not now that he's gone and muddled things up.

"No," Jaskier confirms and for the first time a small smile tugs at his lips, "not that you didn't try. But It didn't feel right. I knew when you had your memories back, you'd hate me for it and I couldn't-"

"I could never hate you," Geralt interrupts, "if anything I'd hate myself for pushing you into it."

"No," Jaskier says, shaking his head, "Geralt you don't understand. I wanted to. I wanted so badly to just say yes last night when you asked me. I tried to work it around in some way that you wouldn't hate me for taking advantage, but every time I just feel terrible to even think about it. The reason I didn't sleep with you is because I couldn't bear the thought of fucking you when it wasn't really you. Because I didn't want him, even if he was you. I wanted- I want this you."

"You do," Geralt snorts, "someone who throws himself at his friend because he doesn't remember, someone who tells him he loves him unprompted-"

"Do you think," Jaskier suggests, and it's clear by the look on his face that he's considering his words very carefully. "That maybe what you said to me and what you did- what you offered," he corrects quickly, "was because you do have feelings for me?" His voice shakes just faintly and Geralt can smell the anxiousness coming off of him.

It's cloying, overwhelming and it mingles with the scent of sadness and fear and just the faintest hint of something hopeful.

"It's just that Shani said there was nothing wrong with your mind, it was still you in there when you asked, when you said that." Jaskier looks up at him and Geralt feels years of emotion welling up inside him and he doesn't know how to hold it back any longer, not what Jaskier is asking him outright.

"Jaskier, I-" he takes a deep breath, focuses on a mark on the blanket between them. "I don't remember everything. But I did mean what I said. I do… I love you," he whispers, "I didn't want you to think less of me or," he glances up and Jaskier's eyes are shiny like he's trying not to cry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to find out like this."

"I'm not sad," Jaskier says, "Geralt, I have been following you around for half my life, caring for you, singing about you and you didn't think for maybe a moment that I could love you back?"

"You-" Geralt stumbles over his words as Jaskier's confession sinks in. "You sleep with everyone. Everyone but-"

"You don't even call me friend, Geralt. Why would I try and take you to bed with me thinking you don't care enough to call me your friend?"

"Oh."

"Oh? You didn't consider that?"

"You're not my friend," Geralt says, by way of explanation, "but you're not a lover, either. You're not a brother. Not a comrade. I don't know what you are."

"Oh."

"But you could be… a lover?" the word feels strangely heavy in his mouth and he nearly regrets saying it at all until he sees the way Jaskier's eyes light up. A smile tugs at Geralt's lips and he leans forward, reaching out to take Jaskier's hand, tentatively turning it over.

"Jaskier," he whispers, "can I kiss you?" A wide grin spreads across his face and Jaskier tips forward toward him.

"Darling, I thought you'd never ask."

[shokobuns]

“see”

in which you warm up to your stepdad while your mom’s not home.

prequel to feel.

pairing: stepdad!sukuna ryomen x reader

genre: smut, taboo

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: smut, parental stepcest, mutual masturbation (f/m), taboo, daddy kink, scenes (sex, overstim, size kink), slight mommy issues (only if you squint tho)

“behave while i’m gone, i gotta get something at the store.” she says sternly.

you nod, putting the last of your plates on the rack before turning on the dishwasher. “is sukuna coming with you?”

“no,” she replies, scrolling through her phone before slipping it in her purse, “he’s taking a nap right now. you better leave him alone.”

“i will.”

“alright. i’m not planning on leaving him any time soon. you need to warm up to him somehow, darling.”

after you hear the click that signified she was out, you groan exasperatedly.

sukuna.

he’s the only thing your mom had paid all her attention to these past few months. you want to be happy for her, you really do, but it almost feels impossible and you can’t pinpoint the exact reason why. you don’t know what it is about the man. the cocky expression on his face that never falters, his tanned skin clad in tattoos, his piercing gaze that always radiates an aura dominance, it all made you feel uneasy.

of course, your mom would notice. it wasn’t uncommon for you to keep your interactions with him short and limited despite the fact he had been living with you for months. it wasn’t uncommon for you to retire to your room once he came home from work. and for your mom, it was all translated to one thing; you simply just did not like him. at all.

if only it was that simple.

you truly wish it was that simple because you’ve been repulsed by people before. hell, you’ve disliked tons of people and still continue to do so. you know the uneasiness that hits you whenever you’re near them. you know how hard your teeth clench, how your chest burns, how your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sound of their voice.

but that wasn’t it. this uneasiness came with fast heartbeats, fluttering feelings in your stomach, and flushed cheeks. this uneasiness came with the inability to form sentences, unconscious stares, and invaded thoughts. this uneasiness came with imagination, slight jealousy, and damp underwear.

so, no. it wasn’t that simple and it would never ever be that simple. you don’t know who you should feel sorry for. maybe your mother. your dear, flawed mother who decided that you needed a father figure after eighteen years of its absence. maybe sukuna, who probably was just looking for a wife or some fun, not a family. maybe yourself, your own clouded mind betraying you with sinful lust.

nonetheless, here you are.

here you are, chores done, bedroom door wide open, pulling your shorts down and throwing them off somewhere on your bed. he’s in the master bedroom right across from yours in the hallway, sleeping soundly. you can just barely make out the little snores leaving his mouth which is enough just for you.

you can’t help but admire him while he’s in this peaceful state. he’s handsome with structured cheeks, black ink that adorns most of his skin, and big hands that can completely cover yours in his fist with ease.

your panties are damp, sticking to your wet cunt. they become more and more ruined the more you think about him and you sigh. it happens every time. it starts with a thought, some kind of seed that sows in your head, and your mind elevates it until the thought progresses to something dirty, something shameful, something that is so wrong.

you should be happy for your mom.

it all goes out the window when you think about the large hand that steadies your waist every time you almost fall, one with a tight grip that brings back that fluttering feeling in your stomach. more black ink that compliments the veins running through them and silver rings that decorate his fingers. you’re sure, positive, that they’re thicker than your own, able to reach deeper than you ever could by yourself.

your hand travels down to your clit, rubbing slow circles on the small bud as you sigh in relief at finally being able to touch yourself after weeks. you travel lower, your finger prodding at your hot core before slipping in until you’re knuckles deep. starting off with slow strokes, you build everything up until you’re ready for another finger. you squeeze your eyes shut, an image in your mind forming as it always does when you’re in this state.

and it’s sukuna.

it’s sukuna and his fingers that would fill you up nicely, stretching your hole to the point where the line of pain and pleasure is difficult to decipher. and he’s looking at you with that piercing gaze again, the one that demands control and submission. he’s pumping his fingers at a painstakingly slow pace and so are you. when you imagine him hitting that sweet spot, you curl your fingers.

your shirt is pulled up above your breasts, one hand massaging your tit as you get lost in your own pleasure. it all feels so good, the knot in your lower tummy forming and tensing while your pussy drools all over your sheets. you’re letting out involuntary squeaks, your senses being overcome by the impending wave of bliss.

a groan from the other room interrupts the scene in your head.

the sound causes you to freeze, eyes suddenly widening as you turn in its direction. there’s a smirk plastered on sukuna’s face as his eyes follow your figure intently. from what you can make out, it’s possible that he’s been awake for a while now. your heart pounds out of your chest, body shaking from the amount of guilt and embarrassment. does he know you were thinking about him? can he sense the lewd scene you’ve put together to get off?

a million thoughts race through your mind, but the most prominent one is louder than the rest; why was he looking at you like that?

he folds over the blanket, revealing an intimidating imprint that pokes through his boxers, all the while staring straight at you. your cunt still stuffed with your own sopping fingers and you take it as a silent demand to keep going.

you obey, something that any good girl would do.

“come on, princess,” he calls out from his room, his cock springing up to his stomach as he pulls down his underwear and it’s better than anything you’ve imagined. the pink tip drips with precum and like his fingers, he’s thick and long. he spits in his hand and you gawk at the sight, saliva spilling at the side of your parted lips and he returns with his usual cocky expression.

three fingers thrust into you, knuckles deep, while he pumps his pretty cock in his fist, eyes following your every aspect of your current position. you pinch your nipple, letting out a small mewl, while attacking the spongy spot that never fails to have you squirting all over your sheets.

but you wish it was his thick cock filling you up instead.

you know that if you ever got the chance to have him stuffing you full, it would ruin the sensation of your fingers. you know that your little digits would never be able to compensate for something that huge. and seeing him fuck his fist makes your walls convulse because you know that this isn’t one sided. any crumb of guilt that was there before is wiped from your mind.

the only thing you can think about is his cock splitting your little cunny in half, pounding into your cervix while you struggle to take his full length. he wouldn’t be gentle, you know that, but you’d prefer it that way. he would pin your knees to your chest, caging your body with his arms, balls slapping against the skin of your plush ass. he’d hit every spot that you couldn’t, driving into you ruthlessly. and it wouldn’t end there because he would want to ruin you. he’d want you cumming over and over again on his cock until you’re a ruined, babbling mess begging for him to stop.

“oh- oh fuck, daddy!” you breathe out between moans, feeling wet liquid coat your thighs as your walls clamp down on your fingers. he’s almost there with you, streams of sticky white spilling onto his stomach at the sound of your sweet voice. your back arches of the bed as you cream all over your fingers, panting exhaustedly while bringing them up to your mouth, sucking softly. he’s practically staring holes through your body, his cock twitching once again.

but your mom can be back anytime with the groceries. and he really needs to clean those sheets.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

lucid dreams, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x yoongi

summary: Jeon Jungkook wasn’t your problem until Min Yoongi made him your problem. The whole fucking on his bed thing, to being his first time, to making his dreams come true and all that for... what? For Jungkook to call you and jack off to your naked body? For Jungkook to put his hands all over you? For Jungkook to eat you out at Yoongi’s front door? Sure. Whatever.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; slut shaming; alcohol consumption; there’s hints but still no closure, sorry; fluff and feels; smut (fem reader, dry humping, semi-public sex, f-receiving oral, fingering, mutual masturbation via video call, threesome, doggy, m-receiving oral); non-idol!AU - friends with benefits / lovers? with Yoongi and JK

a–dick–ted au, but can be read alone. happy valentine’s day <3

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continue ‘dreams‘ playlist > cigarette and condom (쉬가릿) by bibi > restless (신경쓰여) by bibi

"Oh, look, that's that slut."

You rolled your eyes. 

"The one that was in that car with Jeon Jungkook and that random guy? Shit, you're right, it is her."

You hated these loud ass parties with these loud ass people. Just shut up. 

"She not even that pretty. What's with the hair?"

You had dyed your hair a darker shade of red since the original bright red had faded. Twisted it up into two messy space buns on the top of your head. Wore an oversized pink hoodie with a smiley face that had X's for eyes and a short pleated black skirt. Black ankle boots, as usual. 

"Hey, ugly slut! We're talking about you!"

You scanned the room of people, searching for a black mop of hair. You paid no attention to Jeon Jungkook's harem who were definitely trying to get your attention, the same seven girls who spent all their time staring at him instead of literally doing any other productive thing. You didn't give a shit. You weren't here for him anyway. Your phone buzzed in your kangaroo pocket and you frowned, looking down as you pulled it out. 

Only to have your nose collide with an insanely hard, muscular chest. 

Is this guy made of rocks or something?

You hissed, rubbing your nose, jerking your head up with a glare. Ash blond hair. Chiseled jawline. Mischievous chocolate eyes. A tiny mole underneath his lower lip that appeared when he smirked, as in, right now. Looking fucking hot as hell in a high-necked white dress shirt and distressed black jeans. 

"Hey, noona," the wrong guy, Jeon Jungkook, purred in his lovely silvery voice. 

You scowled in response and looked down at your phone. You had a message chain with Min Yoongi, the right guy you were supposed to be picking up. He asked if you could and gave you an address when you affirmed. You asked him where he was. No response until now. 

Oh, sorry, did I write me? I meant, pick up Jungkook. 

You felt a muscle twitch in your eye. As if. You shoved your phone back in your pocket and turned away from Jungkook, walking in the opposite direction. Or would have, if Jungkook's arms hadn't shot out and clamped around you, pinning your back into his chest. You squirmed instantly, but stiffened when you felt Jungkook's hot, alcohol-stained breath in your ear. 

"Keep doing that, noona. I love it."

Your neck heated as you felt his growing erection pressed against your ass. You tried to move away but he followed, grinding into your soft ass cheeks. 

"Get. Off."

You growled it out, but Jungkook simply chuckled, one hand sliding down, spreading against your lower belly. Your breathing shallowed, gritting your teeth. Everyone was watching. Jungkook's harem. Guys. Girls. Hell, you didn't know if any of them were non-binary, but there must be at least one and they were probably staring at you too. Fuck. It was wrong. It was bad. 

It was getting you wet. 

Just Jungkook grinding his hard dick into your ass in the middle of a loud-as-fuck drunken house party. 

Whatever. 

"You could literally fuck anyone, Jungkook," you muttered. "Literally anyone here would let you top them."

Jungkook snickered, licking your earlobe. You shivered, rolling your hips back. He moaned softly, so quiet that only you could hear.

"The only pussy I want to fuck is this one," he whispered dangerously, voice deep and lustful. You jumped as his fingers slid down and jammed your skirt in between your legs, his tattooed hand covering your mound. "They can show me their tits, they can kiss me, they can sit on my face, they can suck my dick, but the only pussy I want swallowing my cock is this one."

You bit your tongue as Jungkook fisted the fabric of your skirt, long fingers grazing against your panties. Gliding over the soaked fabric and you almost gave in, almost bucked into his hips and moaned, but instead you knocked his arms away, breathing hard, heartbeat racing. 

"You're so annoying," you grumbled, grabbing his hand and dragging him past the crowd, his triumphant snicker behind you, pushing past the stares. A few girls called his name, but you didn't watch Jungkook wave them away, only focused on you roughly yanking his arm, your palm fitted in his. 

"Someone is going to slash my fucking tires because of you," you hissed as you strode through the front door of the party house, pulling harder because he wasn't walking fast enough. You wanted to get the fuck out of there, neck and ears hot, panties drenched. 

"Then just come over when I ask you, instead of making me jack off alone," Jungkook replied, picking up the pace to walk beside you. You abruptly let go of his hand and turned away, exhaling in a huff.

"I'm not making you do anything," you shot back. "I'm not your booty call, Jungkook." You wouldn't even be picking him up if Yoongi hadn't tricked you. If he didn't live in the same apartment complex as Yoongi, you would have left him at the party. But you were heading to Yoongi's apartment right now to give him a piece of your mind. Might as well take Jungkook home since it's on the way, right?

Sure.

Whatever. 

Your car was right in front of you now. You reached into your kangaroo pocket to take out your keys, but Jungkook spun you around and slammed you into your car. You gasped at his forcefulness before scowling once more. His slid his body up to yours, trapping you between the car and himself. 

"Jungkook, I swear I'm going to kick your balls into the next dimension of you don't fucking stop–"

You cut yourself off with your own gasp as Jungkook grabbed one of your legs and lifted it up. He began bumping his crotch into yours, his impossible hardness pressed against your damp panties. 

"We're still–" You began to protest, but Jungkook's face was suddenly in front of yours, hot breath against your lips, dark brown orbs filled with desire.

"Want you so fucking bad, noona," he breathed. "Wanna fuck you right here, right now, on your car, in front of these people."

"Look here, you horny psycho, maybe you're an exhibitionist, but I sure as hell am not, so get off," you snarled into his face, pressing your forehead into his. 

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, slowing his violent humping into grinding, pecking your lips softly, eyes becoming half-lidded. Your leg was still in the air, his hand kneading your thigh, sinking his fingers into it. 

"Then why are you wet?" he whispered between kisses. "You say you don't like it, but you're so fucking wet, noona. I can feel you soaking into my jeans."

Your neck heated. You tried to turn your head away, but he wouldn't let you, so you just closed your eyes, and suddenly the feeling of Jungkook grinding against you was good, so good that you moaned into his mouth, arms coming up to hook around his neck. Who cares? Who fucking cares if it's Jeon Jungkook? Your hips began to follow his, angling slightly to stimulate your clothed clit against a hard fold of his jeans. 

"Is it because we're out here?" Jungkook purred, his deep voice invading everything, heavy with his Busan satoori. "Is it because it's wrong? Because it's bad and you shouldn't be doing it?"

Your breathing hitched, rubbing yourself against him faster, harder, his cock throbbing under you, twitching in his pants. 

"I love this," he murmured. "You're so fucking hot, using me to get off. Do you like this? Or do you like me?"

"Shut up," you grunted, getting closer, closer, only a little more, just a little...

"I saw you doing this with hyung," Jungkook breathed. "Couple months ago, in the back of that bar. Thought you were fucking him at first, but it was this, just like this, you rubbing yourself in his jeans, so fucking hot, fuck, do you know that? Do you know I watched you and dreamt about it being you and me?"

You gasped, hitting the edge and tumbling down, pleasure throbbing through you steadily, the memory of Yoongi's hot breath on your ear as he teased your skin with his teeth and you humped his crotch, eyes rolling back because it was so bad and what if someone caught you and threw you out of the bar? But soon you soared over the edge, just like you did right now, except on Jungkook's covered cock, straining against his pants, in front of some random ass party, against your fucking car. 

Different house, different party, same guy showing up and ruining all your best laid plans with his dick. 

"Stop fucking spying on me," you panted as Jungkook lowered your leg, placing your quivering pussy in between one of his thick thighs and pressing you down on it. You shuddered, moaning his name instinctively.

"No, noona," Jungkook said to your lips, kissing you softly. "Want you. Need you. Want you to feel good with my dick."

You snorted. "Had a lot of practice since losing it, hm?"

He kept making out with you even though you were barely kissing him back. 

"No."

His hands slid up your neck, curling his fingers in your hair, messing up your buns a little. Your skin tingled at the touch, shivering against his chest. 

"Only want to practice on you."

-

Sometimes, you were alone. 

You would sit by your phone, thinking nothing. Doing nothing. Staring at the ceiling when the night was all yours. No one calling you to pick them up, no one nudging you into their bed, no one telling you to do bad things. 

You'd lay on your bed, your phone beside you, thinking and doing nothing. 

No one came to your bed. No one asked to be here. Only you, the bed, the ceiling. You could be just like them. You could drink, you could stumble around, you could let other people touch you and get in your pants and make you feel things. But after Min Yoongi, nothing felt like anything anymore. 

If Min Yoongi wasn't touching you, then you couldn't get off. 

If Min Yoongi wasn't in your ear, whispering his dirty words and telling you to do bad things with him, it didn't feel good. 

Jeon Jungkook was just...

Just. 

You rolled over, seeing a package of gummy bears on your nightstand. You ripped them open and ate one. 

Sweet. Artificial. Delicious. 

Ate another, chewing slowly, enjoying the fruit flavor. 

Jeon Jungkook was just...

You sat up abruptly, shoving two gummy bears in your mouth at once, frowning. Suddenly irate. The flavors mixed, an unnatural palate. But, because they were both gummy bears and artificially flavored anyway, it still tasted good. 

Still tasted delicious. 

You looked down at your phone. Message. 

From Min Yoongi. 

You grabbed the open pack of gummy bears and yanked on a pink hoodie.

-

"What are you doing?"

Jungkook shoved your knees up and spread them wide. You nearly hit your steering wheel and had to tuck your leg to the side to avoid striking the horn. He leaned down, snapping your wet panties to one side, bending awkwardly.

"You can't be serious."

He licked a fast stripe down your slit, making you hiss at the sensation of his warm tongue. You grabbed his head, pushing back his blond hair to watch as he stuck his tongue inside your pussy, wiggling it around. His brown orbs flicked upwards, amused as you panted hard, back curved at an odd angle as he ate your orgasm from earlier, licking you all over, teasing your clit with the pink tip. You flinched, the delicate set of nerves sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. 

"Mmm, tastes so fucking good, noona. Like candy."

"You are so full of it," you half-groaned, half-moaned as he shoved his tongue into you again, rubbing his nose against your sensitive clit. He slid up and began to suck on it, licking in between, driving you insane, one of your hands clutching the steering wheel, one of your legs partly in the air, but Jungkook was getting you there, once again, playfully looking up at you. You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, ears red from him watching you, body trembling as you came into his mouth, clit throbbing against his upper lip as his tongue slid down and curled between your folds, moaning into your pussy as he drank you up. 

Mind hazy, heartbeat racing as you opened your eyes, seeing Jungkook lapping up his meal, swiping his tongue all over your pussy until you squirmed under him. He chuckled, straightening. 

Reached into your cup holder and took out a gummy bear from the open pack, popping it in his mouth. 

"Tastes the same," he teased. 

You rolled your eyes. 

He swallowed and plucked out another one, leaning forward. You glared at him, realizing you were breathing hard. He held out the red gummy bear and stuck it between your lips. 

You narrowed your eyes. 

Jungkook grinned and closed the distance, kissing you and using his tongue to shove the candy into your mouth, tasting like refined sugar and the sweet-sour of your pussy. Your eyelids fluttered closed, moaning wantonly in his mouth that sharply turned into a yelp.

Jungkook pushed a single finger into you and began sliding it in and out. 

You grabbed his shirt, whimpering, stuck in your odd position. He kissed you fiercely, nipping at your lips, your body shivering with pleasure, clit pulsing with the occasional brush against it. 

"Give me another," you panted out. 

"Another what?" Jungkook purred and then you knew he was doing it on purpose, not filling you the way you wanted. 

"Another finger, you psycho," you gritted out. 

You heard plastic rustling and cracked your eyes open to see Jungkook dangling a yellow gummy bear in your face. 

"You have to eat another bear then," he whispered. Then he placed it between his teeth and arched an eyebrow at you, backing up a little. 

You narrowed your eyes, only to gasp as he rubbed his knuckle roughly on your inflamed clit. You bucked into his hand, gripping his shirt tighter. "Is this another one of your dreams?"

Jungkook smirked around the gummy bear. 

Whatever, this whole night was a fucking disaster and you were far too horny to care anymore. You closed the distance, whining as Jungkook pulled farther away, wiggling the yellow gummy bear between his teeth. You twisted your fingers in his shirt and yanked him back, crashing your lips to his, sucking the bear into your mouth, gasping as you felt him push another finger in, thrusting them into you harder. You swallowed and whined into his mouth, kissing him hungrily. Jungkook groaned, grabbing your hips and angling him to his hand, shoving his fingers into you deeper, all the way to his knuckles, your name a dark whisper on his lips, cloaking over your common sense.

“A-ah… Jungkook… so good…”

The smacking sounds of your pussy were getting wetter, louder.

“Yeah? You like this?” A hint of pride to his silvery voice, a hint of glee. “You look so sexy, noona, pussy wrapped around my fingers, grabbing onto me like this.”

Need more. You bit your lip, locking eyes with Jungkook. His lips curved into a naughty smirk; blond hair half-covering his right eye.

“Give me another bear.”

Jungkook grinned, reaching over to pluck another gummy bear from the bag. A green one this time.

“Open up, noona.”

You released your lower lip, lips parting, whining as Jungkook held it from you.

“Wider.”

Your mouth absolutely did not need to be that wide to eat a fucking gummy bear, but you dropped your jaw anyway, tongue lolling out, his fingers plunging in and out, in and out, your juices sticking to the inside of your thighs and filling the car with the scent of pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” Jungkook moaned, placing the green gummy bear gently on your tongue. You immediately wrapped your tongue around it, closing your mouth and crying out behind closed lips as Jungkook shoved in another finger, fucking you harder and rougher now. You nearly choked and swallowed hurriedly so you could open your mouth again, gasping for breath and clutching Jungkook’s shirt as your hips rose to meet his hand, your wet walls clamping around his fingers, so close, so close, so good, ugh, why was it so fucking good? And Jungkook’s name kept falling from your lips, needy, desperate, telling him you were going to cum soon.

“Cum for me,” Jungkook purred, sweat on his forehead, jaw clenched. “Wanna feel this pussy cumming on my fingers, noona.”

You whined and shuddered, breathlessly calling his name once more, pussy throbbing as you came around his fingers, squeezing them tightly and listening to him groan, telling you how good it felt, how sexy it was, how pretty you looked when you came. You shivered, head falling back gently against the driver’s seat window, panting for breath as Jungkook dove down once again and slurped you up within the confines of your car, your body squirming and wiggling from the sensitivity but Jungkook was too strong and you couldn’t stop him, so you just tangled your fingers in his blond hair and pinned him down there until he pulled his fingers out and whined under you, begging to be freed.

You let go, shooting him an indignant look as he sat up.

“You trying to suffocate me?” Jungkook snickered, wiping his chin and licking it off.

You didn’t say anything. Just snapped your panties in place and righted your legs.

“Although I guess I would be okay with that.”

You started the car. “I’ll call the Grim Reaper then.”

“As long as you sit on my face the entire time. And stroke my dick with your pretty hands, can’t forget that,” Jungkook said cheerfully, to which you rolled your eyes.

-

Guys like me and girls like you Need each other to make it though

You tilted your head, frowning as you read the graffiti on the stall door. Who the fuck squatted that low to write that? And why in the girls' bathroom? It didn't make any fucking sense. You did your business and cleaned yourself up, mildly disturbed at reading those words. Flushed and walked out. 

Groups of women were crowded around each other, chatting away, clad in tight dresses and high heels. A contrast to your baggy ripped-up jeans and loose white crop top, but also not so different. Your tits and ass still looked good. One look in the mirror and you were just like them, makeup on to enhance your features, thinking about getting laid. You went over to the sink and washed your hands. Why did women go to the bathroom in groups? It was weird. You didn't have a group. It was just you. 

Only you. 

You shook your hands free of water and dried them off in the loud air dryer, not listening to the conversations around you. Walked out, back to the bar, back to the noise, too much noise, but your friend Kim Namjoon was preforming tonight and even if the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing didn't work out, he was still a nice guy and a cool rapper.

You didn't have anything else to do. 

You ordered a rum and coke. Paid for it and held onto it tightly, not letting it out of your sight. You scanned the crowd. You weren't looking for anyone. 

You took a sip of your drink. 

You weren't looking for a certain mop of messy black hair, cat-like eyes, and a devious smirk.

Another sip. 

You heard all the rumors. He didn't fuck around, but he wasn't a monk either. Never serious, distant, cold, all the fucking things no one wants. You took another sip, and maybe it should have burned, but to you the fire was smooth, slithering down your throat, the way Min Yoongi's voice slithered into your mind just now. 

I heard the thing with Namjoon didn't work out. 

The ghost of his hand on your hip, whiskey on his breath. Small smile on those crafty lips. Finger hooking on one of your belt loops. Tugging down a little. 

So close. 

Then backing up, dark brown eyes glittering, glittering like forbidden jewels. 

You took a long sip of your drink, nearly draining it, drowning Min Yoongi from your thoughts. You could see a young man in front of you, at a table surrounded by a bunch of guys and girls. Black hair brushing his cheekbones, framing a smile like a rambunctious bunny, tiny mole underneath his lower lip that winked at everyone when he laughed, eyes scrunching up when he grinned. There was a moment when he was serious and you could see the chiseled jaw, the furrow of his dark eyebrows, the way his hair shadowed his glowing tan skin enticingly.

A man far too attractive to exist, yet there he was. 

He turned his head. Your eyes almost connected. 

You looked away. 

You didn't need that shit. 

You drained your drink as the show started, off to pay for another one. 

-

You came out of the bathrooms of the small venue. Surprisingly empty. The show was still going on, loud bass shaking the walls. Not a bar this time, but an actual concert with a decent selection of acts, all rappers. You readjusted your black skinny jeans. Shouldn't have worn these, but you didn't want to get groped by a stranger.

Only by the one you were waiting for. 

You pulled out your phone and stared at it. He had been one of the opening acts tonight, so he was going to leave early. He didn't really like mingling with people. He had other things to do. 

You. 

No message on your phone yet though.

Strong arms encircled you, a touch unfamiliar. You had to scramble to catch your phone out of the air before your chest was pressed into another, hard, muscular, male, alcoholic breath in your face. A patterned dress shirt, black slacks, not the outfit of the one you were waiting for. You jerked your head up from those shapely pecs, realizing the shirt was half-open, and found yourself centimeters away from long black hair, a sharp jawline, and parted pink lips, a tiny mole beneath them. 

His eyes were closed, he smelled like alcohol, and he was leaning in, hands sliding down your back and to your ass, fingers sliding under the waistband of your jeans. You shoved him roughly. He lurched back, releasing you, and his back hit the brick wall, gasping, snapping his eyes open. Dark brown, chocolatey. Hazed over. 

You had a moment of jamais vu.

Starting at this face, slightly tipped up, wet lips parted and panting, and suddenly you could see this face between your legs, those dark brown orbs on you, playful, your hand in his hair, pleasure shooting up your core, his name on your lips. 

And then it was gone, gone as soon as you thought it.

What the fuck?

You didn't even know this guy's fucking name. 

"Jungkook?"

You and this Jungkook guy turned to face the owner of the raspy voice. The voice that sent shivers up and down your spine, the voice owned by a raised eyebrow and cat-like eyes, the voice that would purr in your ear later that night as he pinned you to his bed and fucked you senseless. 

Min Yoongi.

"Oh," Jungkook coughed, shaking his head as if he was trying to clear it. "Hey, hyung." He turned to you and bowed apologetically. "S-Sorry about that. I thought you were someone else."

You frowned at him. 

That's how you met Jeon Jungkook. 

-

Jeon Jungkook was probably a fuckboy. 

Always surrounded by cute girls and hot guys. There was no way he wasn't. He was always dressed to kill, looking far too attractive to not be a fuckboy. Long hair that demanded to have fingers run though the strands, tattoos on his right hand and arm, toned and muscular. So casually sexy it was a sin. The tight pants. See-through or unbuttoned shirts. He is definitely a fuckboy. 

But you didn't care. 

Jeon Jungkook was just there, but you were occupied with Min Yoongi, the two of you pretending not to notice the other, but always sneaking touches, always flitting past each other, a game of cat and mouse that always ended with you on him or him on you, his long fingers in your hair, his intoxicating rasp filling your ears. 

Jeon Jungkook was just there. 

You talked to him, sure. You talked to everyone in Kim Namjoon's friend group because they noticed you always arrived when Namjoon asked and, even if you weren't talkative, the safety of six guys was better than being alone. They flirted with you, you flirted with them, but the one who always got you alone was Min Yoongi. 

Jeon Jungkook was just...

Just. 

Just not your problem until Min Yoongi made him your problem. 

-

You stared at your phone impassively. Then you typed a response. 

Why am I looking at a picture of your dick?

Three dots. 

Come over. 

This was not how you operated. You did not "come over". Min Yoongi did not ask you to come over. He asked you to pick him up from various things and he would repay the favor by fucking you. That was how you operated. That was how Yoongi operated.

That was not how Jeon Jungkook operated.

You dumped your phone on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. Remembered Jungkook’s soft ash blond hair as his tongue was between your legs, chocolatey eyes witnessing your reaction as you came in his mouth. Remembered Yoongi grabbing Jungkook’s cock and shoving it in you, remembering Jungkook fucking you on top of Yoongi. Remembered Jungkook asking to cum on your face and tits as Yoongi fucked you from behind.

So wrong.

You squeezed your thighs together.

So good.

Your phone vibrated next to your leg. You reached down and pressed the start call button.

“What?”

“Show me your body,” cam Jeon Jungkook’s deep, silvery voice.

Your eyes flickered to the screen. A video call. His blond hair was all over his face, eyes hidden behind his bangs. Chiseled jaw, licking his pink lips, revealing the tiny mole beneath. The video quality was garbage, poorly lit by one lamp beside his bed. Your eyes flickered to the smaller screen where you could see yourself. The white light reflected off your red sheets, turning it pink. Your red hair was messy and laid out over your bed, no makeup, oversized white t-shirt.

Not your shirt.

Yoongi had ripped your corset top the last time he had seen you.

Impatience.

You raised an eyebrow at Jungkook, holding your phone up.

“Show me your body,” he purred. “You look so fuckable right now.”

“Why?”

“Because you won’t come over. And I’ve already edged myself twice thinking about you.”

Jungkook angled the camera down, revealing his naked body and his impossibly stiff cock, pre-cum pooling at the tip. He placed a finger on it and spread it down, moaning your name. Your eyes widened, pussy throbbing at the sight.

“Can’t wait,” Jungkook panted. “Show me your body.”

He placed one finger on the tip and made small circles, smearing pre-cum all over the head.

“P-Please, noona…”

Turned the camera back to his face and you could see the sweat beaded on his forehead, strands of blond sticking to it, panting softly as he watched you on his screen.

“Want you. Need you.”

You just kept staring at him, lips parted, eyes widening as you realized Jungkook’s right arm was lowering and you could hear the sound of hand on flesh, stroking himself as he gasped out your name.

“Can’t stop thinking about your mouth,” he breathed. “Your tits. Your pussy.”

Brown eyes penetrating you. His voice was so deep, laced with his Busan satoori, silvery and sensual.

“Show me.”

You placed your phone on your pillows, angling it up. Reached for the hem of your t-shirt and raised it. You heard Jungkook moan as you lifted the shirt, up, higher, exposing your bare breasts because you weren’t wearing a bra. You pulled it up and over your bright red hair, causing it to flare out and cascade all around you, curling around your neck and shoulders.

“Fuck,” Jungkook gasped. “You look so fucking good.”

The pink light was glowing off your skin, casting strange shadows. Your hands trailed down, hooking around the sides of your panties. Raising yourself up, pushing them down, down, strings of your juices snapping as your drenched panties went down to your knees. Staring at Jungkook as he was getting himself off, not looking at the camera, only looking at the screen of your body.

“Touch yourself for me, noona.”

Suddenly making eye contact.

“Please.”

You reached up with one hand and squished your breasts together, fingers sinking in, flicking your nipples with your thumb and middle finger. Your other hand snuck between your legs, dipping in, getting them wet, before sliding your fingers back out. Raised your hand and spread your fingers, your juices glistening in between them.

Jungkook moaned you name far too loudly, stroking himself so fast that his left hand was shaking the camera. The strain was evident on his neck and jaw now, muscles tense, his right shoulder covered in tattoos visible.

“Close, noona… So fucking close…”

You lowered your fingers and placed them on your clit, moaning his name as you made contact, stroking it slowly, squeezing your tits and bouncing them. Jungkook’s eyes were clouding over with lust, pupils dilated, chewing his lip as he tried to prolong his orgasm, tried to hold back.

You stuck your tongue out and flicked your nipples once again, hips jerking forward at the sudden rush of pleasure.

Jungkook whimpered and gasped out your name, body stiffening as he threw his head back, shudders overtaking him. He kept repeating your name, dragging it out in long moans, Adam’s apple bobbing as he panted. It took him several seconds to calm down, finally lowering his chin, eyes half-lidded and spent.

“Wanna see, noona?” he breathed. “It’s dirty.”

Slow blink, licking his pink lips.

“And wrong.”

A hot shiver went up your spine.

“Y… yeah.”

The camera moved and suddenly you were face-to-face to Jungkook’s cock, covered in white cum, leaking down the softening length, all over his right hand and a bit on his thighs. The camera turned back to Jungkook’s sweaty face, his small smirk.

“See you in my dreams, noona.”

End call.

Min Yoongi’s voice could make you do anything.

So…

Why had Jeon Jungkook been able to get you to strip just for him to get off?

You stared at the black screen of your phone, panties around your knees, otherwise naked, not knowing the answer.

-

"Why are you following me? Go home."'

Jungkook smirked. "Don't want to."

He had followed you all the way from your car, trailing behind you, even after you scowled at him and told him to go the fuck home. Up the stairs, always below you, staring up your black skirt. It didn't take much effort. It was pretty short.

Whatever.

"What are you going to do?"

"Yell at Yoongi for tricking me."

"Sure," Jungkook snickered.

Yoongi's apartment was on the fourth floor, the end unit. You had to go down the hall and turn the corner to get to his door. Most people didn't even know there was another unit here. That's why Yoongi liked it. He liked being alone.

So did you.

Right.

"Your legs look so fucking good walking away from me."

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, not saying anything to Jungkook’s comment, shoving your hands in the kangaroo pocket of your pink hoodie. Something about his clear, silvery voice was getting to you. At first you thought it was only one memory, but then there was another, and another, and now there were too many and they all started mixing together, all of them involving his tongue, his hands, his cock, the way he looked at you.

He likes you, you know.

What were you supposed to do with that information? Why did Yoongi tell you that?

I only need you.

And why did Yoongi say it like that?

Too many thoughts.

You pushed them all away as you rounded the corner, skirt swishing, chin raised, still not looking at Jungkook. Arrived at Yoongi's front door. Rang the buzzer to his intercom.

Felt strong hands grab your hips and yank you backward, causing you to stumble and pitch forward, your own hands smacking into Yoongi's front door and your ass sticking out. You scowled and jerked your head back, glaring at that blond head of hair.

"Jungkook, what the fu–"

You gasped as he dragged your panties down to your knees, leaving them there, the soaked fabric drenched, pushing your lower back down and tilting your ass higher, flipping your skirt up. Leaned in and his hot tongue was on you once again, licking up and down your pussy lips, drawing out a whimpering moan. Your hands slid out, clutching the sides of Yoongi's doorframe, the previous stimulations heightening the sensations. Jungkook's tongue so good, so good pressed against your engorged clit, flicking it back and forth.

"You like this, noona?" Jungkook purred, vibrating your pussy, making you groan and press your cheek against the coolness of Yoongi's door. "You're right in front of hyung's apartment. This is a public place. You shouldn't be doing this."

"S-Shut up and finish me off," you growled, shoving your hips into his face. Jungkook chuckled, rubbing his nose into your slit. An embarrassing amount of liquid was dripping onto his lips.

"I hope you cum on my face when hyung opens the door."

You couldn't respond as he closed his lips around your clit, sucking hard. You whimpered into the door and panted his name, feeling him lick faster and suck harder, lips so soft, pressure so much, and it wasn't as good as Yoongi, nothing was as good as Yoongi, but the whole situation was insane, you shouldn't be doing this, what if someone comes around the corner? What if someone sees you bent over against Min Yoongi's front door with Jeon Jungkook's face buried in your pussy and you enjoying it, you moaning Jungkook's name and mumbling how good it felt? But that's what made it good, that's what made it better, that's what made you hiss and buck into Jungkook's face as you came with a cry, the door opening suddenly, but who fucking cared, who was going to see but Min Yoongi?

Your name purred in a dark husky whisper, making you drench Jungkook's face even more just by hearing it. Jungkook groaned, lapping it all up, loud and wet.

You hadn't even realized you had closed your eyes and lowered your head. For a split second, you thought, what if there was someone else? What if it wasn't you and that's why Yoongi kept pushing you in another direction? And then you felt long fingers cup your chin, lifting it up, and you opened your eyes, face-to-face with a cat-like pair, closing in, his pink lips on yours, his thumb stroking your skin, murmuring your name, his black hair brushing against your forehead. You moaned into his mouth, Jungkook swiping his tongue everywhere, your hips and knees trembling.

"H-He... made me do it..." you muttered. Yoongi smiled against your lips.

"Hm? Are you suddenly an innocent girl?" Yoongi drawled, tongue flitting into your mouth and making you whimper. "Not my girl. My girl is a naughty one."

You shivered and reached out to grab Yoongi's clothes, realizing he was only in a white-t-shirt and boxer briefs. 

"My girl knows there's an intercom camera and that I can watch everything happening outside my front door before I open it."

Your cheeks heated, grip on Yoongi's shirt tightening. You did know. You'd been here many times. So many times. Pushed up against this door, Yoongi kissing your neck all over, fingers shoved into your tight, wet pussy as he opened it, murmuring that maybe the building manager will see one day, maybe they'll check the cameras on a whim and catch you and him, his words making your neck burn hot with arousal.

"Y-Yoongi..."

You gasped as Jungkook shoved two fingers into you, pumping them in and out, your walls shuddering and clenching around them.

"Hey, hyung."

"Hey, Jungkook."

Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Felt so wrong, felt too good, Jungkook had you on orgasm number who-the-fuck-knows, you were too horny to count. Yoongi's raspy, purring voice calling your name cut through your thoughts, instantly bringing you to attention.

"Lift my shirt for me."

You bit your lip as you did as you were told, seeing Yoongi slide his underwear down, pulling out his rapidly hardening cock, fuck, you wanted it so bad, but you were still half-outside, one hand on his doorframe and the other on his shirt.

"Y-Yoongi, let me in..." you gasped, feeling Jungkook drop down to his knees and his tongue assault your clit once again, thrusting his fingers into your pussy at the same time. 

"Why?" Yoongi teased, pressing the head of his cock into your lips, watching them open and envelop him, your tongue swirling around the tip, eyes pleading. "Are you saying you don't like this? Are you saying you don't wanna cum one more time with my dick in your mouth and Jungkook's fingers stuffed in your tight little pussy?"

Jungkook moaned as you squelched a waterfall of your juices into his lips at Yoongi's dirty words.

"Or is it because you're at my front door?" Yoongi continued, deep with his Daegu satoori, smokey with lust as you bobbed your head back and forth on his cock, licking him all over, vibrating it with your throaty cries. "Or you wanna come in and lay on my bed so Jungkook and I can fuck your brains out? Or you want me to just drag you into the hallway with your shoes and clothes still on and let Jungkook fuck you from behind while I jack off into your mouth so you can swallow my delicious cum?"

You weren't sure who actually moaned, you or Jungkook, but you knew your eyes were rolling back, soaking Jungkook's fingers and tightening around them, your orgasm shaking through your body, and dripping into Jungkook's mouth as your clit throbbed, licking off Yoongi's pre-cum and running your tongue along his length. Yoongi hummed knowingly, placing his hand behind your head and pushing you all the way down, burying himself in your throat. Your hips shivered, walls spasming, feeling every joint on Jungkook's fingers.

Your name in Jungkook's voice, sending shivers down your spine, arousal pooling at your core and into his greedy mouth.

"You are the best, you know that?" Yoongi breathed. "No one does it like you."

Yoongi's tone, stirring your heartbeat, your hand burying into his shirt, whining around his cock.

Somehow, they pulled you into Yoongi's apartment. 

-

"We're whatever you want."

Jungkook's purr into your ear, his hand under his chin, small smile on his lips. Forehead sweaty, ash blond sticking to tan skin. Another night of come-over-and-can't-wait. But this time, he wanted to watch you finish. Why would I do that? His teasing smirk. Why not? You look so pretty and dirty when you cum.

"Doesn't matter to me, noona. Whatever you want us to be, we'll be. I won't be happy if you only want hyung's dick, but I understand if you're a good, monogamous girl."

You made a disgusted face at him.

Jungkook's dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief.

-

It took Jungkook no time at all to roll the condom on and shove his cock into your pussy, already so wet from the multiple orgasms that you moaned far too loudly, slick and over-sensitive, his delicious, hard length stretching you out. You squeezed around him, hearing him moan softly, fingers digging into your hips.

Still mostly clothed, panties on your ankles, at Yoongi's front door, your and Jungkook's damn shoes still on, barely able to stand as Jungkook thrust into you, bent over and staring at Yoongi's rock-hard dick covered in your saliva, Yoongi's long fingers curled around his stiffness, stroking it right in front of your face, your hands on his waist, bunching his shirt up so you could get a good view of the red, glistening head popping in and out of his fingers.

"Spit on it for me," Yoongi ordered and you lowered your head, licking off the pre-cum at the tip and trickling a stream of saliva down his length and over his fingers, so wet that, when he started again, the sound was sloppy and messy, matching the smacking of Jungkook's hips.

"Fuck, look at this perfect ass," Jungkook murmured, changing the position of his hands and grabbing your ass cheeks tightly, squeezing it so hard that his fingers sank in. "Such a juicy amount of plumpness for such a tiny little pussy."

Yoongi's free hand made it to your chin, tilting it up to his face. Your eyes found his. Dark, playful, devilish, capturing you, paired with Jungkook's words invading your head, his silvery voice deepened by his Busan satoori, not fair, not fair that it felt so good and that you couldn't stop your pussy from throbbing around his cock, pulsating over his entire stiff length buried into you.

"That's it, noona, fuck," Jungkook groaned. "Feels so fucking good when you cum."

"Where do you want it?" Yoongi murmured. "On your face?"

"Mouth," you panted, finally speaking, breathless from the aftershocks of so many orgasms. "Wanna swallow your cum, Yoongi."

Yoongi chuckled. "What a good girl, always doing the things I love."

You sank your teeth into your lower lip, still staring into those dark cat-like eyes.

His lips forming the words, low, deep, raspy.

"So sexy. So fuckable."

You moaned around your lip bite.

"You're bad, Yoongi."

He smirked.

"Fuck yeah, I am, and so are you, my naughty girl, looking so pretty getting deep-dicked by Jungkook's cock, hm?"

Jungkook slapped your hips together particularly hard and you gasped, rutting your hips back to get him to fill you even more, hitting you deep, so deep that you whined as the head of his cock twitched against your cervix. Jungkook pushed the small of your back down, increasing the pace, the force, and your fingers curled into Yoongi's white shirt, straining it all over his tall frame, breath hot against the dark red tip right in front of your face, Yoongi panting above you, watching your expression, getting closer and closer.

"J-Jungkook... oh fuck... fuck, Jungkook, your cock is so fucking g-good, a-ah..."

Normal people would be fucking on their beds with only one partner, good people, good people holding each other and murmuring soft sweet nothings, but not you, not you with your juices dripping down your thighs, pussy shaking from so many orgasms, enthralled with Jeon Jungkook fucking you at his hyung’s front door and Min Yoongi about to cum into your mouth, their names leaving your mouth in wanton moans and shuddered gasps, Yoongi's husky Daegu satoori mixing with Jungkook's deep Busan satoori, causing your pussy to clench around Jungkook's cock and your tongue to loll out, Yoongi stepping up to your face.

You name sounded so fucking good dropping from Yoongi's lips as he pressed the hot tip onto your tongue and shot into your waiting throat in thick, white squirts, the taste of him so strong, so salty, so erotic, and you came right away, closing your lips around the sensitive head and swallowing, licking it all over, listening to Yoongi's lustful moans above you. Your pussy clamped around Jungkook's cock, massaging it all over and your name slipped from Jungkook's lips, a sweet plea that made your skin tingle and your ass press back into his crotch, his skin so nice on yours, your soft thighs against his hard, tense ones.

So wrong.

So dirty.

So fucking good.

-

"Why did you trick me?"

Yoongi smirked.

You narrowed your eyes after he pulled your pink hoodie up and over your head, dumping it on his bed. Jungkook tugged your skirt down, leaving it on the floor. Yoongi's arms wrapped around your waist, dark brown orbs glittering with mischief.

"You miss me?" Yoongi purred.

Jungkook's hands on your hips, squeezing them.

"You wait by your phone for me?"

Your neck heated. You looked away.

"Come over anytime. If I'm not here, I'm sure Jungkook will take care of you."

Jungkook's lips against your ear, hot breath and low octave.

"I'd love to take care of you, noona."

-

fifth act. dreams are made of this a–dick–ted au

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masterpost

[cinnamonest]

I got these and more asks regarding the post from last night so I wanted to elaborate and explain some things, and also make another point about the anniversary thing and clarify for anyone confused. After this I promise I'll shut up about this lol sorry

1) yeah please do NOT come after the VAs for any of this, not even the actual developer side either is at fault. This is largely an issue with the PR and marketing and higher up people. It's really awful that some people are harassing people who have no responsibility here. And thanks to the original asker's reply, I feel like I'm really bad at conveying my thoughts so I tend to overexplain lol, but thanks that means a lot.

2) I have seen people confused on this so if you didn't already, you should know that this isn't just about the anniversary so much as the anniversary was a final straw. While Honkai has similar rewards/exchange for irl money as genshin, mihoyo itself has some of the worst in comparison to other gachas from other developers. Games like Arknights, Granblue, Azur Lane, Dragalia Lost, hell even a cutesy casual gacha app like LoveNikki have much better real money to game currency ratios, huge anniversaries where they give out tons of free shit, and much more generous systems (such as Arknights giving free 10 pulls with a lot of events/new characters/etc). All despite being smaller, less profitable games. There's major glaring issues with the game that have gone unresolved for a long time despite people asking over and over to change it. It's a combination of the rewards, general stuff, and mihoyo's refusal to solve certain issues for a long time that has people upset.

In any industry, any company is going to be held to the standards set by the mainstream industry, which is what is happening here. It is natural to hold a company to it's competitors for comparison and expect them to match standards, especially when the company that is lacking is the richer one and could easily meet the standards if they were willing to.

This is especially true for people who put money into the game. Due to the nature of gachas/online games, companies that produce these games are usually very adamant on rewarding players because whales/P2Ws, people who buy welkin and similar stuff, etc keep the game alive. When they do not match the standard of the industry, those people will feel unappreciated and go elsewhere eventually, which means they will not be able to afford much progress, then even F2Ps won't have content, and the game will burn out.

3) I probably should have clarified this last post but, I know review-bombing does seem like a kinda shitty tactic at first and I get that, but the reason people are doing that now is because mihoyo has completely ignored people complaining for months normally, and even now has started to censor and ban people, deleted critical posts, etc. Basically it's clear that mihoyo will just ban and censor criticism until people do something that actually forces them to listen, hence review bombing. Banning/censoring criticism is a really, really bad move for any company, historically speaking, it's insulting to players who keep the company afloat and results in losses. The review bombing + a lot of people uninstalled the app apparently + people who usually pay refusing to do so anymore, all of that hits them to where they can't afford to ignore it when people do it en masse. Because it will cost them money/players.

What people are kinda really upset about, even more than rewards itself, is just the silence and censorship on their end, which is more frustrating than the lack of rewards itself. I did have some sympathy for them up until they started censoring and deleting criticism on their site. At that point they're doing this to themselves by doing that.

4) Also, notably, this has worked with plenty of other game devs. You may remember the disaster that was Fallout 76. Bethesda also responded poorly at first, but spamming bad reviews and horrible coverage for Fallout 76 got Bethesda's attention, and they went the whole nine yards formally acknowledging the complaints and more or less apologizing to the whole world of players at E3 and even gave refunds, which is a very surprisingly humble thing for a company of their level of fame to do. The situation calmed down because people felt listened to, and while Fallout 76 was kinda a lost cause and didn't get fixed, the idea is that the refunds/open and honest communication restored the consumer base's relationship to Bethesda. That was a big blow, but Bethesda was willing to take that hit to maintain the sense of communication and mutual respect/value between players and devs.

In contrast, with mihoyo, what most people have been trying to beg/bargain for for an anniversary rewards is a free permanent banner 5 star, which would cost mihoyo essentially literally nothing.

So far they have responded by banning people for literal years on hoyolab, deleting posts, banning people from various social platforms etc, for criticism. Even putting whether or not that's ok aside, it's very unusual and not how game companies usually handle these things, and can only end badly for them.

Also mihoyo has had time to fix this -- it's not like Fallout 76 where they released the game and then the backlash came very suddenly and they had to scramble to prepare a response/plan and needed time. People have been complaining about these rewards for well over a week, so they could have easily fixed it by now if they had any intention of listening to people's complaints, especially considering the proposed fix of a single free permanent 5 star would be very simple and quick to implement.

5) also? it's extra unfortunate and really a marketing team issue bc they could have *profited* from giving more, if they opened rewards to new players as most gachas do. Genshin is incredibly popular right now, to the extent that a lot of people in the gaming/weeb sphere who don't play it, but still know of it, and even know a bit about it.

If you were someone who had never played genshin but had been considering downloading it for a long time, but just kept putting it off or forgetting, and heard "hey join now and you get free Diluc/Keqing," that would have convinced a lot of people to go ahead and join, and they would inevitably get sucked into the game and bring mhy profit. So it's a little strange imo that they chose not to do that, it would have been beneficial to them.

6) also, be aware that the glider we're now getting was supposed to be paid originally. Releasing it free now is damage control. It's also, well, a glider. Again, while it is pretty, it's paltry in comparison to the industry norm and does not have much use to most people.

Finally, criticizing all of this/the game/mihoyo does not mean people hate the game. I do see some people lashing out in defense of mihoyo and I get that bc they produce something we all really like. I really really do not want to see genshin become "that one game that was super popular for a year or so and then died" -- that's why people want improvements, because if improvements aren't made, that's where it's headed. What people are asking for right now is stuff that is very easily in mihoyo's capability and would not cost them much of anything. It would be one thing to ask them for something that would cut their profits or take time to develop, but that's not what's happening. People are asking for very little in the scope of their capabilities/the norm.

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Satan x MC - Public.

Pairing: Satan x MC (F).

Fandom: Obey Me.

Prompt:  Asphyxiation || Orgasm Denial || Public

Warning: Warning: Public sex, mutual pining, vaginal sex, hand-job, fingering, talks of masterbation, angry Satan.

Day 2 of Kinktober event/prompt list.

Amazing thank you to @crystal13unny for being my beta 💛

Mid-terms were looming and overstressed didn’t come close to explaining how everyone felt. Whilst life was normally chaotic amongst demons, this way beyond words due to how dysfunctional life had become. Mammon had been “retail therapy” shopping so much that goldie broke, Asmo repainted his nails at least four times a day, while Leviathan's beloved console was becoming dusty with neglect. All because Lucifer was bringing forth tenfold his normal strictness to ensure revisions happened, causing tension to run through the household.

Beel was stress eating, which meant consuming triple what he normally ate, hardly leaving anything in the fridge. To say Lucifer lost his shit would be an understatement. He was livid causing sparks of arguments to fly across the house of Lamentation. Of course as soon he started, Satan retaliated as he always did. 

“Will you be considerate for just once and not eat us out of food!” Slamming the fridge shut, his red eyes pulsing with anger, “Shouldn’t you be studying rather than indulging in your gluttonous ‘habits’,”. It was asked as a question but meant clearly as a statement.

“Lay off him Lucifer! You know how he gets around exams,” The blonde rolling his eyes at Lucifer's comment, the others around him on the table all going silent, eyes falling upon him before darting back to Lucifer for his response. 

“Don’t you start getting involved Satan, keep your nose out where it doesn’t belong,”.

“Doesn’t belong? You're openly yelling at Beel for something he can’t help, just back off Lucifer, I am sick of you breathing down everyone’s necks!” the sound of Satan's fist slamming down on the oak table range clearly through the air. The tension was thick in the room, one wrong move and it would set alight, causing a blaze to rupture in the household. All it took was a tutt and snide remark from Lucifer before Satan dashed across the room and pinned him against the kitchen counter, fists balled up in a firm grasp with the material of the eldest shirt.

“Another word Lucifer and I swear,” Satan hissed, his normal soft demeanour now lost in a sea of wrath. Green eyes normally the colour of soft apple candy now shone dark with tinges of yellow, the iced-cold anger behind them enough to make any human freeze and shiver with fear. Lucifer was no human and went unfazed at the younger's outburst, simply pushing him off him with a, “If you cared this much as your midterms rather than your dopey siblings you could actually pass them with a decent grade,”.  

It took the strength of Leviathan and Mammon, quickly running from the table to grip Satan to stop him from swinging at Lucifer. A simple tut, a wave of his hand and a “childish,” was all he left them with before exiting. 

“I’ll kill him, I’ll actually fucking kill him,” Satan screamed, chest heaving up and down as the others tried to calm him down. 

“Who we killing?” A young girl came strolling into the kitchen, yawning as she did, stretching her arms above her head causing her shirt to slide up and expose her stomach slightly. 

“Morning cutie!” Asmo rushed to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her with him back to the table. 

“Lucifer,” Belphine huffed, head resting upon the table with his eyes shut. 

“Oh I’m in,” Reaching for for a slice of toast only to out it back when she saw a scorpion tale sticking out of the crust, demon food was just not her thing, “He’s been on my case for the last few weeks, I’ve hardly had any time to myself because of his schedule he’s made for me,” her eyes fell to Satan who was still heaving in the corner, before swapping a confused expression with Levi. Levi touched the tip of his nose twice, a signal between the pair to indicate an argument had/or was about to break out. 

“You okay there?” She asked, standing up and walking a few paces forward to lean against the counter, meeting Satan’s eyes.

“Yeah just old bossy arse ruining everything as usual,” He murmured, breath finally calm. 

“Don’t let him wind you up, you know he gets a kick out of seeing you so angry,” She lent over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. A shared look amongst the other brothers and just as Mammon was about to protest the gesture, Levithan stamped on his foot to keep him quiet. 

There was something between the two, they were the best of friends, anyone and everyone could see that. It was also apparent the sexual tension that lingered between the two, slowly building up, waiting to overspill. While they loved each other as friends, certain feelings now occurred between them. He found himself rather embarrassed at fisting his cock to the thought of her nearly every night, whilst she let his name slip between her lips when her vibrator brought her to orgasm. Neither knowing or revealing how they felt for the sake of their friendship. As if too blind to recognise their feelings for each other. 

“So what was he going off about this morning?” She asked the room, going into the fridge and opening a cartoon of juice.

“Beel’s eating,” Levithan answered, watching as Beel was still moping in the corner of the room, kicking fallen debris on the floor with a huff. 

“Oh Beelze! Are you stressing eating again?” She asked, feeling sympathy for him, she did for all of them. Whilst they were demons, they had no control over their powers, each of them having their own individual quirks tied to their demonic power. 

“Yeah-” sulked from the red-head in the corner, scuffing his shoes along the floor. 

“Oh honey I’m sorry,” She took a sip out of the juice she’d poured into a clean cup, “I mean he cancelled my date for me for the other day, deemed it as not suitable time for doing my studying,”. 

The word ‘date’ made Satan’s ears prick up, he repeated the word out loud causing everyone to turn to him. 

“Hmm, with one of them cutie players from Beel’s team I do believe,” Asmo chimed in, causing a blush to grace the girls cheeks, “Muscular, tall, handsome, a little dim-witted but still!”. 

A string of curses falls from Satan’s mouth, pushing his brothers off of him, a ‘this day keeps getting fucking better’ is all he says before storming out of the room. The slam of the door is enough to signal his departure.

“What's wrong with him?” She questioned, watching how the brothers all turned to each other before her slowly.

“Isn’t it obvious? He l-” Mammon rolls his eyes with a tut but if cut off by Asmo jumping in, “He’s just stressed sweetie, he’s probably gone up to the library so why don’t you go check on him for us,”. Asmo doesn’t take a second for her response, taking the cup out of her hand and putting it down, practically shoving her out of the room. “But Asmo I!” But her protests are cut short as he shuts the door behind her. 

“You!” He hisses to Mammon who blinks in confusion.

“The fuck did I do? I can’t help that Satan is too much of a pussy to admit his feelings, The Great Mammon would never chicken out like that,”. 

“Shut up Mammon, you big idiot, let Satan tell her himself,” Levi added, the group of remaining brothers now sitting around the table. 

“You think she likes him back?” Beel asked, causing a snort from Asmo.

“Please! Have you seen the way she stares at him? I also know about her little nightly activities,” He sings in a sickly song, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Asmo the fuck that’s gross. I didn’t need to know they were fucking, no wonder he was upset she had a date,” Belphegor sighed, throwing a book at him.

“Oh sweetie no, they’ve not done it yet, but the way she says his name at night she definitely wants too,”.

“How do you even know that?”.

“I’m the avatar of lust sweetie,” Asmo rolls his eyes and flicks his wrist with annoyance at even having to state it, “Plus her room is next to mine and the other night there was definitely a ‘Satan’ slipped between them plump lips after a good ten-minutes of buzzing,”.

“Stupid human, should be thinking of me instead of him,” Mammon pouted, crossing his arms infront him as he sulked like a child.

“Lets just hope the pair admit how they feel,” Levi stated, each of the brothers secretly praying for their brother.

-

Asmo’s hunch was right, the young girl found Satan angrily moping on the first floor of the library within the house. He had his back against the wooden bookcase sat on the floor, book in lap but little attention being paid to it.

“Hey,” She smiled, taking a few steps forward waiting for his response. He grunted, trying to bury himself in the book without looking up at her. 

“Can I sit?”.

“Free place isn’t it,” he responded, flicking the page as she sat beside him, outstretched legs touching.

They sat in for a few moments in silence, Satan still pretending to be studying in his book until he finally broke it.

“So your date,” Finally closing the book and turning to her, “You never said anything,”.

“I,” Her face was blushing slightly, “I wasn’t really into him but I just, I felt too nice to say no,”. Her confession made them both laugh, finally breaking the tension between them. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know how you would react,”.

“Me? What does it matter what I think?”.

“Your my best friend, your opinion matters the most,” She whispers, reaching between them and finding his hand, their fingers intertwining like they so often did especially when they sat in bed watching movies on a Friday night. 

It took a few minutes again before Satan spoke up, “I’m glad you didn’t go,”. 

“Oh?” He squeezed her hand, “I didn’t want to go anyway, I think he only asked because he overheard Beel teasing me about my lack of sex life,” she snorted a little with laughter, “I haven’t had sex since living in the human world. Do you know how long ago that was?” Her following words sending the demons cheeks a light pink, “I mean girls have needs too but I think Lucifer kind of got a whiff of why he wanted to take me out and well…”.

He knew exactly how many months to the exact day since she’d entered the Lamentation household, the shining ball of light that was herself weaving her way into all of their lives. How long it had been to even the touch of another person because the minute she walked into his life it lit a carnal desire which only she could quench. 

“I mean it’s been the same for me,” He laughs.

“Yeah, why is that? I always see the girls throwing themselves at you, you don’t seem that phased though?” She asked.

“I have my eye on someone else,” He rubbed his thumb over hers in a soft manner, “Someone important,”.

They shared a glance, the avatar of wrath melting into her eyes as if trying to convey the words he couldn't say out loud. Hers mirroring as she softly whispered his name.

“Satan I-...,” She started a waver in her voice, the feeling mutual for Satan to her. Both of them leaning until they were an eye-lash apart, her eyes slowly closing as Satan swallowed with an anxious breath.

It was unsure who started it but they kissed with a passion, tongues meeting in a sloppy exchange as he pulled her into his lap to straddle him. Both of them indulged in a feeling that this was right, that it was meant to be. Her hands fisted into his hair, both of them groaning as he held her waist whilst she subtly began to grind on him. 

“Is this okay?” He groaned against her lips as he unbuttoned her shirt slowly, just enough to cup her breast beneath it, thumbs tugging down the material of her bra to let her perky breasts stand free. His fingers rolling her nipples in his hands causing her to grind harder against him, heat pooling inside her stomach as her panties grew wetter by the second. 

“Yes, fuck Satan, yes don’t stop,” She replied, inhailing sharply as he pressed kisses to her neck, a trail leading down until his mouth latched over her breast.

Neither of them wanted to stop, losing themselves in the embrace of one another. When his hand skirted up her thigh beneath her skirt to rub against the wet patch of her panties she moaned his name, causing him to still for a second before continuing, the breathless way she called it made his cock stand solid. A moan he’d imagined thousands of times in his head, but none of it compared to the real thing. 

She popped the buttons on his jeans, palming his erection beneath the fabric before tugging them down just enough with his boxers for his cock to spring free. Her eyes widened as she marvelled at it, delicately taking it in the palm of her hand, his leaking head oozing wetness onto her skin.

“L-Like that,” Satan encouraged her after a few strokes, his mind fogging over at her movements. He let out a low groan against her neck, almost forgetting his brothers were only a few doors down from them and that they risked any one of the walking in.

“Your so wet,” His hand snaking beneath her panties to rub his index finger against her wet folds, her hips bucking into his touch. 

“Only for you Satan,” She whimpered, back arching as he pushed a finger inside her tight, wet heat. A noise like no-other left his lips as her walls gripped around his digit, pushing out to thrust back in until the grip around him loosened and he sped up his movements.

“Satan, I- more please,” Mouth formed in a delicate ‘o’ as two of his fingers worked inside her, knuckle deep and dripping with arousal. Her hand tightly around his cock, jerking it slowly as they both moaned into others mouths. Both eyes brimmed with lust, neither of them wanting to part from one and other for even a second.

“I can’t, I haven’t got a condom,” He swallowed, he may have one in his room but the thought of stopping now to search for one was too much. Even if she came around his fingers whilst he came on her hand, it would at least be enough to satisfy the need until they could be protected.

“I’m on,” Pressing her lips to his, pulling his hand away from her as she lined herself over his cock, “Birth control”. 

“Are you sure- fuck,” He groaned so loud the bookcase behind him trembled, the warmth of her tight walls stretching over him send his head flying backwards. It was unknown who said it, but a breathless ‘fuck’ was whispered as she lowered slowly over him. Satan pressing gentle kisses to her lips as she rose up before lowering back down, inching him further into her with each movement. She took a few moments to roll her hips slowly, Satan’s hands cupping her ass to help her down until he was fully hilted inside her. 

“Your perfect, so perfect,” Satan repeated over and over in a loving tone as her forehead pressed against his, slowly grinding movements of her hips in tightly circles.

Small rolls of her hips as his hands delicately ran from the curve of her ass to the smooth of her waist beneath her skirt, the sheer wetness dripping from her coaxing over his balls. The pit of her stomach dropped, mouth opening as her eyes expanded, the head of his cock rolling perfectly against her g-spot with each movement causing her to rock directly against that spot. His lips moved from hers, to her neck, moving down slightly to capture a nipple in his mouth as she moaned louder. He had to bite back the chuckle inside him to think for sure his brothers would hear them, but in this moment all he could focus on was the tight-heat eloping over his cock in gyrating movements. That he was claiming her, that she was his human. Heat pulsed throughout her body, feeling no shame at the sudden happening of her orgasm building. 

“I'm gonna cum, Satan, I’m gonna-” Fingernails digging into the soft green of his sweater, lips parted with her head tossed back, cheeks dusted a heavy pink as the tension in her stomach rose higher and higher. Satan’s hands working her hips, letting her move at her own leisure as she brought herself to the edge of climax, ready to be pushed off it. His vision was lost in her beauty, admiring each and every thing about her, how she was physically and mentally taking the air out of his lungs as her walls tightened over him. She came crying out his name, unable to hold back, an orgasm with the intensity like none before she had experienced. Drool pooled out the corner of her mouth, hands grasped onto him to keep her grounded as her vision flooded white, Satan’s hands pulling her down to be fully impaled by him as her walls flexed over his cock. Her sweating forehead pressed against his, rapid breaths falling from her mouth as she came down from her high, Satan groaning as her walls slowly stopped withering around him.

“Satan I lo-,” And just as she opened her eyes, they heard it from outside, Asmo screaming out.

“Lucifer don’t-!”. 

“I’m sorry,” Satan whispered, cupping her face as he pushed her off of him. The whimper she made broke his heart but he threw her behind the bookshelf, hissing at the loss of her warmth over him and the tightness of his jeans over his still solid cock as he tucked himself back in just in time for the door to burst open.

“Where is she!” Lucifer raging across the room in demon form, black onyx horns pulsing and Satan swore he could see steam coming out of his nose. “The fuck is she Satan!”.

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m simply revising as you told me too,” Satan peers up from the book he had tugged into his lap, although his sweating face, ruffled hair and panting breath was enough to signal otherwise. The heavy smell of sex dominating the aroma of the dusty library.

“Don’t play coy. I heard you down the corridor! You vile creature, tainting her like that, you should be ashamed Sata-” Lucifer barks but is stopped. Satan growled, anger controlling him as his demon form takes over, standing and pinning Lucifer against the wall as if he was merely as light as a book.

“I might not be good enough for her,” He hisses, tinged eyes pulsing with anger, “But I fucking love her, you have no right Lucifer, no right. Just because you can’t have her doesn’t mean you can control her,”. He gives a dark chuckle, smirking to see Lucifer's face fluster, “Yeah that’s what I thought, that's why you want us all to study, so you can keep her all to yourself but guess what Lucifer,”. Satan peered into his eyes before moving his hold to choke Lucifer, leaning to the side of him as he whispered in his ear, “It was my cock she was just coming over,” The whimper from Lucifer made Satan smug with pride, “So I suggest you leave, unless you want to watch me fuck her... Oh how glorious that would be seeing you wishing, no, lusting to be me as I drive my cock into her tight walls, for only me to ever do so. She’s my human Lucifer, mine,”. He lets out a cheshire grin before releasing his hold on Lucifer, watching him choke a few breaths before turning on his heels and leaving, his pride purely kicked to the curb. 

“Are you okay?” Satan turned back around, running to the bookcase where he had pushed the girl off, watching her nod from behind where she was hiding. “I’m so sorry you had to see that,” He whispered, cradling her in his arms, the moments of darkness passing as fast as it came, she bringing out the best and light out from inside him. 

“It’s okay, really I’m just glad he came in then and not when- you know, I guess we were a little loud,” She smiled with a light blush, her askew clothes now fixed, “Did you mean what you said… about Lucifer liking me…?”. 

“You can’t tell? That’s why he’s kept us all ‘studying’ to keep us away from you,” Satan tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear.

“I didn’t realise, I mean- I didn’t realise you liked me either so,” A nervous laughter followed.

“All my brothers like you,” Cupping her face in his palm and stroking her lip with his thumb, “But I-... I love you,”. 

“I love you too Satan,” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss her. The kiss quickly deepend, the couple picking up their previous rhythm before being interrupted before she pulled away. Satan frightened he had scared her with his actions to Lucifer.

“Do you-” Twirling her index finger along his chest, hiding her face in a bashful manner, “Do you think that… we could finish this in your room?”.

“Of course, we don’t have to continue if you're uncomfortable,” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, a softer side of Satan that only she would ever get to see.

“No no!” She quickly added, “It’s just- Lucifer's room is next door and I- well, you know, I feel we owe him a little revenge for the past few weeks… and as well,”. Her hand moved down to cup his still hard cock through his jeans, “You didn’t get to finish,”.

“You are perfect, you know that?” Satan laughed, cupping her face again and kissing her nose.

“Um as well,”.

“Yes?”.

“Do you think the whole wall pinning and choking… we could-maybe-try it?” Her face burning red as Satan felt his cock twitch, the horns on the side of his that had subsided as his anger calmed now re-appeared but this time for lust, not anger. 

“Fuck me you’re so fucking perfect,” He mumbled once more, picking her up in his arms with her legs around his waist as he kissed her deeply, carrying her from the library to his room. 

Kinktober masterlist here.

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Intro to Criminal Minds: Why They Did It

Criminal Minds x MINDHUNTER AU

Spencer Reid x Margaret Carr (OC)

Part 1: Ed Kemper.

Summary: Spencer is teaching a 7-week seminar on the most interesting criminal cases, explaining their actions to understand why they took place. Only, not everyone in the audience is a student.

warnings: graphic details of a real rape and murder case, like every trigger in the book, applies to this fic so read with caution (if you watch either show you're used to it, however), it's all real and did actually happen and I don't support any of it. strangers to lovers, mutual pining, flirting, fluff, eventual smut, idiots in love, OC is Wendy Carr's daughter, her bio father is Jason Gideon

word count: 3.9K

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't having fun teaching.

He started with guest speaking, moving to special seminars a few times a year. But he wanted something more, settling for a 7-week criminal justice elective of his choosing.

Intro to Criminal Minds: why they did it. Giving Spencer an excuse to share the most intimate facts about serial offenders in a setting where no one could tell him to shut up.

14 students total signed up for the two-hour Seminar, taking place every Thursday at 11 am from September until Halloween. Over the 7 weeks, he would explain the fascinating insights of the most successful killers in the United States. Only asking that his students write about a prolific crime they find interesting by the end of term, for their full grade.

All he wanted was to read about obscure killers from around the world, from the perspective of aspiring profilers.

The first Thursday, he came prepared with his coffee a half hour before the class. He wanted to write the main points on the whiteboard in advance, nice and neatly.

To his surprise, a student was already there waiting for him. "Oh, hello,” he smiled softly.

She was sitting with a book in her hands, she pushed her glasses up her nose to look at him as he walked in. She was older than his typical student, around 35. Probably finishing up a degree or adding something to what she already had.

"Hi," she smiled at him. “Sorry, I’m early, I was visiting my mom at Quantico earlier.” She explained. "I'm not a teacher's pet or anything. Promise, I’m not even a student.”

It made him laugh slightly, correcting him like she read his mind. "It's okay, I'm Doctor Reid," he introduced himself softly.

“Margaret Carr, Peggy is also fine.”

"Pleasure to meet you," he said quickly before focusing his attention on the whiteboard.

He could feel her eyes on him the whole time he wrote, not wanting to turn around and catch her. "That's so interesting," he heard her mumble under her breath.

"Hmm?" He turned around.

"It's just that, everyday occurrences that never phase the regular person somehow cause psychopaths to kill," she read the board back to him.

"I was reading a study a while back about how psycho killers medulla oblongata is approximately 19% smaller than the average human’s. Based on the way they're nurtured as children affects if they grow up to kill. The ones that don't often end up in law enforcement and other positions of power where their psychopathic tendencies can come to play."

He was taken aback for a moment. He had never experienced a student who was like him before. Someone who just pulled facts into conversations like it was nothing.

"I read that as well," he smiled. "It is fascinating. The smallest amount of bullying and abuse from a mother or disappearance of a father figure can set them off."

"Or, on the other hand, there are people like Ted Bundy," she added. "He was well-loved and taken care of, but it went to his head. His god complex and affinity for lying led him to be incredibly charismatic and enabled his killing."

"You're very educated on this already; are you just interested in hearing me speak today?" He asked, not wanting her to leave, finding it interesting that she was there.

"Oh," she blushed. "I was going to talk to you more about it after the seminar actually."

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you,” he felt a little giddy at the prospect.

"Thanks," she laughed. "Seriously though, I'm a big fan of your teaching style, I saw a few of your classes when my dad was teaching at the academy in 2005. It's a lot easier to remember facts if the lecturer genuinely loves what they're talking about."

"You're going to like this Seminar then. It’s basically just a way for me to get paid while unloading all the random facts I have,” he warned her with a smile.

"I know." She smiled back at him.

The rest of his students filed in slowly. By 11 am, 14 faces were staring back at him.

"Hello," he waved awkwardly. "I'm dr. Spencer Reid. For the last 12 years, I've worked with the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit. Catching serial offenders across the country."

He took a deep breath, letting the nerves find their way out of him. "I've been asked time and time again who my favourite serial killer is, which is a peculiar way to phrase the question. It feels morally wrong to have a favourite in the way people do with baseball players.

"I am, however, fascinated with several serial offenders' reasoning and explanation for why they did what they did. Every single killer is different, but it all comes back to 1 thing. Do you know what that is?"

They all shook their heads. “What is your relationship with your parents like?" He asked. 

Everyone in the room reacted; some students sighed, some rolled their eyes as they recalled their parents and childhoods to memory.

"When a person decides to kill, it's often never in the moment. It's in childhood. The majority of serial offender's stories start the same; their mother didn't love them, their father left. Someone at home abused them or put them down repeatedly."

"Thus, causing a hatred so primal to bubble. No matter how hard they try and fight it, the bubble always bursts. They go from fantasizing to killing in retaliation for their abuse, taking the anger out in stages."

He referred to the board. "Every killer has a stressor and a trigger—something that causes the urge to bubble and the event that causes the bubble to rupture.”

"Edmund Kemper is a fascinating example of this. He grew up with a family for the first few years of his life before his father fully abandoned them. His mother handled the situation by turning her anger onto her son; it was his fault his father left, he looked just like him, Ed was just another useless man who would never amount to anything," he emphasized the words. Hoping the class sees the effects words have on children.

"He started by cutting up dolls, stealing his sister's barbies and cutting their heads off. In his mind, he was getting out his anger and hatred for how his mother saw him. She hated men, causing him to mature with a warped idea of what women are truly like."

"His attraction to killing worsened his mother's hatred; she could tell something was wrong with him, that he didn't react to everyday situations the way he should. By the time he was ten, she was locking him in the basement for days on end, telling him he was a monster and her biggest regret."

"The change in her rage amplified his own. He hated hearing her speak. He hated the way she walked around, thinking she was better than him. That just because she was a mother and a working woman, she deserved respect and submissive’s. All he could see was a woman with a big head who needed to be humbled. This is the moment when the psychotic side of his brain blended his hatred of his mother with how good it felt to kill."

"Is that why he, you know?" Peggy cut in, running her finger along her neck as she pretended to cut her head off.

He pressed his lips together in an awkward smile, nodding. "His signature, as it's called, was decapitation. But more specifically necrophiling the severed head of his victims."

The whole class let out a disgusted noise, Peggy and Spencer making eye contact while they shrugged, it wasn't news to them.

"At age ten, he moved from barbies to cats and dogs, never leaving them around for his mother to see. While he hated her, he was also absolutely terrified of her. Breading a special type of killer. When you think of school shooters or preferential predators, what do they have in common?" He asked.

He pointed at a student in the back. "They have a specific type of victim they’re after?"

"Exactly. Most serial offenders want to go after the cause of their pain or attraction. However, Ed wasn't able to kill the source of his rage for a long time. His mother mentally abused him so intensely that he believed she was in control of him and that her opinion of him mattered. He saw her as his God, he loved her, but he also knew that he disappointed her.

"He ran away soon after to find his father. Travelling to California, only to be told he was unwanted there as well. It wasn't just his mother that his father was escaping; it was the fundamental aspect of family that he didn't want. Ed defiantly didn't want to go back to his mother after that, so he moved in with his paternal grandparents."

He kept catching the looks on Peggy's face. She knew the story already, waiting patiently to hear the words he chose to make the horrific acts seem a little more conversational.

"His grandmother was exactly like his mother. If I had to guess, his father most likely had a distaste for his own mother and thus divorced Ed's mom. Only he never grew up to be a killer, just an absent father—his absence doing to Ed what never happened to him."

"Ed killed his grandparents when he was 15. Telling the police and his therapists that they had beaten him constantly, they refused to feed him and called him names. He said he snapped from the trauma; it was self-defence."

Peggy laughed to herself, making him smile softly. "Sending him to a mental hospital instead of a juvenile facility was the worst thing they could've done for him," Spencer added.

"Why?" A student asked.

"Ed is a psychopath." He reminded them. "He doesn't feel empathy the way we do. You can admit that you feel bad for him, yes? If you understand why he killed people, it doesn't make you sick, like him, it makes you human. You see a hurt person hurting others; Ed Kemper sees himself as a new sort of God, choosing who dies, how and when."

"He was brilliant, having the exact IQ as I do," just a humblebrag, "the staff trusted him. He looked like an innocent boy, smart enough to take matters into his own hands for the betterment of his life. They gave him computer privileges, they let him work the front desk and file patient information. Giving him all the resources to learn about who he was inside and how to get away with it perfectly."

"Damn," another kid added. "When did he get out?"

"At 21.” He answered the student quickly. “Ed was interviewed by my mentor Jason Gideon, in the 70s. Where he explained that being locked up during his sexual prime, as well as the access to information, is what truly set him off more than his mother.

"He moved back in with her and his sister when he came out of the institution, immediately returning to the constant ridicule. He went from being told all the time that he was a smart and charming young man, capable of rehabilitation to a useless, no-good son, who would have been better off collecting in a condom or running down her leg."

The whole class laughed, shocked at his repetition of Ed's mother's words.

"He got his licence when he was released. And remember, this was prime time for hitchhiking in California; everyone and their mother walked the roads with a thumb in the air. It was the birth of free love and recreational marijuana usage. It was also the best hunting ground for a learning serial killer."

"He was able to pick women up, but like I said, missing his sexual prime while in an institution made him almost impotent. He didn't know how to speak to women; he had to create a fantasy in his mind every time, one that involved killing, before he could look at a woman."

"How did he get them in his car then?" A voice asked from the back.

"He was 6'9, 300lbs; he looked like a big teddy bear. And his mother was the local college administrative assistant, so the whole town knew him anyway. If Ed offered to give them a ride, it wouldn't be that bad, right?" Peggy turned around to face the class as she explained for Spencer, who just shook his head.

"He only wanted to rape the victims, originally," Spencer added. "But he couldn't. There was no release of the tension. The bubble that had been growing inside him was at its breaking point; he needed to just do it. Get it over with and move on."

"He killed 6 women in succession after that. Gaining the name "The Co-Ed Killer," well before anyone even suspected Ed Kemper," Spencer took a sip of coffee, feeling his throat start to dry as they reached the insane part.

"He was overly friendly with the cops; he wanted to get his record expunged and join the force.” Spencer finally continued. “Being told, "don't worry about your record, worry about your weight.""

"Most killers enjoy wearing a uniform for the power and talking to the police about their cases, in the hopes of gauging how smart they really are—taking pride in the fact that they are getting away with it for so long."

"He watched all the cop shows, and he read all the books. He knew that in order to get away with it, he had to do it where no one could trace it back to him. He knew he had to keep his cool and avoid looking obsessed with the case, but just curious enough to gain insight into how they thought he was doing it. It went on for years, and they had absolutely zero leads, finding headless bodies every few months before they finally received a call." He left them hanging, walking over to his sheet of paper and pretending to read it while they anticipated the catch.

"Ed always knew that he wanted to kill his mother. He just never knew when,” Spencer teased the story along. Noticing as the students fidgeted in their seats as they wondered what happened next.

“In his interview with Gideon, Ed said that he knew she would die 7 days before he killed her. He walked into her room that night to find her reading, with the audacity to ask if he wanted to come in and chat all night. Teasing him for the way he rambled to her. It was the last time she ever did that."

"It's hard to imagine his signature with the fact his second last victim was his mother," Peggy added, cringing at the thought.

"Wait," another student interjected. "Who was his last kill then if he only really wanted to kill her?"

"Remember how I said he lacked empathy?" Spencer asked. "He loved his mother in the same way a prisoner can end up loving their captor."

Peggy nods at the comparison, looking like she's never thought of it that way before, then smiling at him.

"You grow a bond through the trauma and when the only thing you've ever known is violence and hate, you don't know what to do when that's gone, it's hard to cope."

"He said he killed his mother so that she never had to know what he did. She'd never have to sit at his court hearings or be able to tell the media that she always knew he was a killer."

"His last kill was his mother's best friend," He finally answered the question.

"He didn't want his mother to be even more disappointed in him, but he also didn't want his mother's best friend to find her like that and be upset. So the obvious answer to him was to kill her too."

"What the fuck?" He heard a couple of kids say under their breath.

"Yeah," he agreed with an almost chuckle. "This is what I mean by their answers are fascinating. It makes so much sense to them; clearly, if I kill my mother, her friend will be upset, so the best answer would be to put her out of her misery as well. He sees them as objects, like a matching set. One would lose value without the other."

Everyone was silent then. The students took in all the information they had just received, staring up at him with a look of disgust mixed with wonder.

"Any questions?"

Peggy raised her hand for a change; he pointed towards her in approval. "You missed the part where he specifically took the heads from the three women before his mother and brought them back home with him. He buried them in the yard outside her bedroom window, making sure they were always looking up to her."

Spencer was amazed that she knew the details. "Yes, I guess I did."

"I always found that part particularly interesting in this case," Peggy added. "Her opinion mattered so much to him. He knew how much she loved her co-ed's and how they looked up to her so much. They'd be exactly like her. He felt trapped in a town of women who were exactly like his nightmare, and his response was to make them physically look up to her for the rest of her life."

"Exactly." Spencer smiled. "understanding how he sees the situation and how the events played out in his mind is the key in figuring out who he is."

"If you were on the case in '72 when the first victims were discovered, how would you have handled it, Dr. Reid?" A male student in the back asked in the silence between answers, taking his shot before Peggy and Spencer went any further in their discussion.

“That's a hard thing to answer, connecting evidence back then was a lot harder than it is today, if it wasn’t for men like Ed there wouldn’t really be this many answers,” Spencer said honestly.

Another student put her hand up, “what’s the worst thing he did in your opinion?”

That racked his brain, there was a handful of horrific things he did that were particularly horrific, “probably his mother's entire murder.”

“What did he do?”

Before Spencer could answer he saw Peggy open her mouth and start explaining. “He not only cut off her head and fucked her neck, but he also took her vocal cords out and shoved them down the garbage disposal. And before he called the cops, he cleaned everything up and made her look presentable because he said his mother wouldn’t want guests to see the mess.”

The class all cringed, sinking into their seats with disgust. But that didn’t stop Peggy from explaining it all further.

“He used to go to a bar all the cops went to and he would talk about his case. They would always one-up themselves and say they were close which gave him this false idea that they were on his tail and they’d find his mother soon. But when they didn’t, he called it in from a payphone and said he’d come over and explain it all. And boy did he ever, the cops said he wouldn’t shut up. And then when they put him in the cop car finally, a woman walked past him and he threw up.”

Spencer watched her with awe, the way she could call information to memory like that was beautiful. He listened to her like he’s never heard a fact before, she was so intriguing.

“Thank you for the detail,” he teased her lightly. “Sometimes I get so caught up that the really gross parts get swept aside.”

The class smiled at him, he had gained their trust and attention within only 1 hour of class.

“I know you said you don’t have a favourite,” another student asked from the back. “I agree it’s weird, but who is the one you gravitate towards the most?”

“I’ve met hundreds of serial killers, I’ve read about thousands,” he explained. “I think Ed Kemper is the one I gravitate the most around because he was so willing and open to explaining why he is the way he is. Going as far as to say that the only way they could keep women safe is to give him a lobotomy. He didn’t believe there was any correcting to be done, only removal of the evil within him.”

He heard slight mumbles as everyone took in what he said. “Does anyone here have a killer or a case that interested them in learning more, or just introduced you to the chase of justice?”

Peggy put her hand up, “I personally think BTK is the scariest, most tactical, and just downright evil man to ever exist. He scares me to no end but he’s so interesting to learn about.”

“Ahh,” Spencer agreed. “Too bad you won't be here for week 3. But with that I think I’ll end the class, next week we’ll be discussing the difference between Ted Bundy and Richard Speck.” He nodded lightly, watching the majority of them close their books and had on out.

“I really enjoyed the class,” she said softly. Holding her purse in one hand, a collection of files in the other.

Spencer turned to look at her then, smiling right back. “It was a pleasure to teach alongside you.”

“What do you mean?” She teased, “it’s not like my mom and dad were the ones who did all the interviews."

“Carr,” he repeats her last name. The gears turning in his mind as he brings all the information forth.

“Your mother is Wendy Carr, she was recruited after the BTK case with Bill Tench, she’s who was behind that study you mentioned.”

“I know,” she smiled.

“Who’s your father?”

“Guess,” she looked at him with an unimpressed look on her face, pushing her glasses up slightly.

“You’re kidding? Gideon never said he had a daughter let alone a,” he stops himself before he can embarrass himself any further.

She smiled at the implication of his words, “but he’s told me all about you Dr. Reid, that’s why I'm here.”

“You need help with a case and I’m the only agent in Virginia currently,” he pressed his lips together awkwardly. Knowing it was too good to be true that she would have any interest in him in the slightest.

“No actually, I have a case I’ve been working on privately and I need some help. I asked my dad but he said you’d be able to help me the best. I agree,” she corrected him softly. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I was a big fan of yours. When I would sit in and watch his lectures, before he knew I was his kid, you would always step in at the best parts, adding the smallest details to the story that the average person would forget. It’s magnificent.”

He laughed slightly, tugging at his collar as she complimented him. “Thank you, you’re quite magnificent as well,” he replied with a blush and a smile

She didn’t look like Gideon, probably because she smiled so much. Like sunshine on legs, she beamed, all but blinding him with her smile as she stared at him, “do you want to get lunch and go over this case with me?”

“I’d love to.”

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Real Feelings

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You pulled up to the newest construction site and parked next to Bobby’s truck. Him and Dean would be around here somewhere Ellen had tasked you with delivering the crew’s lunch order from the diner. You stepped out the truck then leaned back in to grab the box that held the food. When you heard someone call your name you nearly dropped the box. It was Micheal, your ex boyfriend who you’d been engaged to for a short time until he’d broken it off because in his words “This will never work out and it’ll cause less heartbreak now” you hadn’t seen him in a few years. 

You plastered a smile on your face as he moved to help you grab the box “Hi Michea! How have you been, what are you doing here?” he motioned around the lot “I’m here to meet with Dean and Bobby.They found a way to work around a design flaw I didn’t think about. What are you doing here?” you motioned to the box in your hand “Ellen, Bobby’s wife asked me to bring lunch” 

He smiled and waved a hand towards the trailers that held the temp offices “Then we’re headed in the same way. How’ve you been?” you nodded “Can’t complain, you?” he ran a hand across the back of his neck and you knew that as a tell he was nervous about something so when he started the next sentence with “Well actually I was going to call you” your stomach knotted. Why was he calling you? “Because?” you questioned so he grinned “I’m getting married. It’s a whole thing that’ll be up in the mountains. Charity, you remember Charity don’t you?” you nodded because yes you did in fact remember Charity. She was the greek goddess Micheal had met a few months after your split. She was gorgeous and sweet enough to meet sugar in her mouth. “Well she wanted to know if you’d like to come. Now it’ll not just be the wedding. My father is having a grand opening of the resort we’re using as well so there’ll be plenty of activities to do. You always did love the snow”

You walked up the steps next to him and knew your emotions were plainly written across your face because the next thing he added rather quickly was “And of course, if you’re seeing someone he can come along as well” you wracked your brain thinking of anyone you could use to keep from looking like you hadn’t gone this long without a lasting relationship considering he was getting married for real this time. “I’ll have to talk with him” you replied and could see his eyebrows go up slightly “Anyone I know?” you stepped into the door and as you did blurted out the only name that popped into your head “I’m actually seeing Dean” Micheal stopped in his tracks “Winchester?”  you breathed a sigh of relief to see Dean wasn’t in the office yet then nodded “Yeah about a year now” “Can’t say I’m surprised” he muttered and you were about to ask why when the door opened to Dean walking in.

“Hey baby!” you called moving to hug him then whispered in his ear “For the love of god go along with it. I’ll owe you” he gave you a look but pressed a quick kiss to your cheek “Hey to you too sweetheart” then nodded to Micheal “Hey man” you knew Dean was probably wondering what was really going on considering he was watching you as you laid his and Bobby’s food down then walked out to take the other food to the crew. Bobby had joined him and Micheal by then so Dean excused him by saying “Bobby I’m gonna walk Y/N. Make sure she’s wearing her hardhat this time” Bobby nodded then turned his attention back to the plans he was showing Micheal.

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Once you and Dean were outside he cut his eyes at you and took one of the boxes out of your hand “So darling, when did we start seeing each other?” you grimaced then explained “I’m so sorry but he caught me by surprise. I didn’t know this was one of his dad’s builds then he’s talking about the fact that him and Charity are getting married and he’s inviting me and my boyfriend and honestly? With the exception of Bobby and Sam I don’t really hang out with that many guys besides you” you quickly explained the weekend Micheal and Charity had planned heading up to their big day.

He was silent for a few moments then shrugged “Is it paid?” “What?” you asked in confusion so he clarified “Is it paid? Like we show up and enjoy this brand spanking new resort in the mountains, get our food cooked for us. Our rooms cleaned for us and all we have to do in return is sit through your douchey ex getting married?” You nodded slowly and he smirked “I say let’s do it. I think it’d be fun and besides when’s the last time either of us had a vacation, let alone one we didn’t have to foot out an armload for?”

You opened your mouth then shut it just as quickly “Well I gotta go after I get this food to the crew but if you’re sure, tell him yes” he winked at you then took the other box from your hands “Go on and get back to Ellen because I fully expect my girl to have some new outfits before we show up to this destination wedding” you rolled your eyes at him then playfully swatted his ass “I’ll see what I can managed sugar”

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The closer the weekend of the wedding got the more you wanted to back out. You and Micheal still had a lot of mutual friends and those mutual friends also knew Dean, Sam, Bobby and the entire bunch. There was bound to either be awkwardness or the horror of Micheal finding out you lied. Any time you bought the worry up to Dean he’d wave it off with the logic of “We know damn near everything about each other sweetheart. Hell you crashed at my place after you two split until we got you into your loft. We’re comfortable with casual touch. He’ll never know”

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Before you knew it the wedding weekend had sprung up on you. You were curled up in the passenger seat of Dean’s truck as he drove following the directions Micheal and Charity had included in with every invitation. Normally he’d drive his impala but considering this was a trip into the mountains you both decided it would be better to take the truck.

“So do you know about our room situation?” he asked, breaking the silence in the cab of the truck. You shrugged “Charity got a headcount and they blocked off that many rooms. Considering they think we’re a couple you’re fine sharing with me aren’t you?” “Of course, sweetheart. Even if you do snore” he teased with a wink. You shook your head and reached up to turn the radio up slightly and smiled when he started to sing along with the song “Bad moon rising” 

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“Wake up Y/N. We’re here” Dean called shaking your leg closest to him. You sat up and nearly told him to turn the truck around. Yes the resort was gorgeous but the reality of going to your ex-fiance’s wedding was starting to set in. Dean reached across the console and grabbed your hand “Hey fake boyfriend or not I’m really here to back you up. I won’t leave your side all weekend unless you tell me to ok?” you managed a smile then questioned “What if you see a hot bridesmaid?” he shrugged “I’ll get their number for later” “DEAN!” you scolded causing him to crack up laughing “See? Changed your mood that quick” You rolled your eyes but grabbed your bag and followed him once he was parked.

The interior of the resort had a nice almost rustic feel to it. A large fireplace was roaring in the center of the lobby and you grabbed Dean’s arm to pull him along with you to check it out. “You’re already smiling. It won’t be that bad” you turned to tell him that five minutes in versus an entire weekend was too different things but stopped when you heard an accented voice call both of your names. You looked up to see Benny and his sister Elizabeth walking towards you. “Benny” you greeted with a smile as the two of you hugged. Once you pulled away from him you greeted Elizabeth in much the same fashion. 

“So Dean, brother I hear you finally managed to wrangle this one” Benny asked with a smirk. Your eyes widened at his wording..what did he mean by finally? You chose not to ask considering you’d told Micheal the two of you had been together for nearly a year. Dean, ever the fast talker, simply slid an arm around your waist and winked at Benny “Things worth having take time don’t they?” you could feel a blush threatening to warm your cheeks and shot Elizabeth a grateful smile when she said “Leave her be boys. Y/N we need to catch up but for now I’ll drag my brother away so the two of you can get checked in and squared away”

After the two of them had walked off you looked at Dean who still had his arm around you holding you close to his side “What did Benny mean?” he shrugged “Who knows with Benny?” then moved to grab your bags then nodded towards the front desk “Let’s get checked in”

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Your room was on the third floor so you took the nearest elevator up and thankfully it was empty. You leaned your head back against the wall then rolled it over to look at Dean silently cursing yourself for ever putting the two of you in this situation. You weren’t exactly ugly but damn the man looked like a walking wet dream when he was doing the most mundane tasks and you knew for a fact the suit he had brought for the ceremony was a Tom Ford black herringbone three piece. You’d seen him in it twice before and every woman and a good amount of the men in the nearest vicinity looked like they’d throw themselves under a bus to have a chance to see him without it and now here you were having to play it off like you had. “You’re thinking loud enough to give me a migraine” he spoke pushing off the wall when the elevator came to a stop. You shrugged “Just thinking how many more people are we gonna know that’s here, meaning how many are gonna ask about us being together after this weekend” “Let’s enjoy this weekend then we’ll worry about the rest” he replied with a wink motioning for you to step off first when the doors opened.

You checked the room numbers until you got to yours. You slid the key card in then stepped inside opening the door further for Dean since he’d insisted to carry your bags too because in his words “Yes you are more than capable but dammit I am a loving fake boyfriend”  You were in the living room area of the suit and it was nice, had a small couch against one wall with two overstuffed chairs sitting across the room next to a fireplace and a large tv on one wall. Dean let out a low whistle and sat your bags down in front of the couch “So far, so good. Want to check out the bedroom?” you ignored the warmth in your face to follow him to the bedroom door and cursed under your breath when you saw the kingsize bed. “I’ll um take the couch” you offered but he raised an eyebrow “We’re adults Y/N. I think we can share a bed. Besides this thing is big enough we won’t even be near each other unless we want to” he added a smirk at the end and you rolled your eyes feeling some of your nerves start to melt away at the simple fact of Dean being Dean.

 “Fine but you snore and I’ll put a pillow over your face” he nodded “Fair enough” then grabbed your hand “Get a thicker jacket on. We’re gonna go check out the grounds” you didn’t have time to argue before he was pulling your jacket out of one of your bags and slipping it onto your arms. 

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The two of you spent a few hours simply walking the different paths around the resort. Dean was always big on the outdoors and you loved the snow so it was something that you both found joy in. You ended up taking several photos of wildlife including a squirrel that took a liking to Dean.

When the sun started to shift in the sky you tried and failed to hide a shiver from Dean. He was immediately pulling his gloves off and holding them out to you. “I think that’s our clue to head back” you slid the gloves on then nodded “Yeah”

You walked along next to him and was a bit surprised when he reached out to lace his fingers in with yours. You glanced down at your intertwined hands and he shrugged “That way we keep both of our hands halfway defrosted” you bit your lip to try to hide the smile you had at the action. What the hell were you doing to yourself? You had simply tried to duck out of an awkward conversation with an ex and were now risking one of the closest friendships you had.

Your attention was drawn by Elizabeth’s voice. You looked up about the time the brunette nearly barreled into you “Liz! Calm down honey. What is it?” you questioned. She cut her eyes at Dean then smiled sweetly “Stand right there Dean. I won’t keep her long” Dean had a curious look but nodded nonetheless.

You let her pull you a couple feet from Dean before asking “What is going on?” “Lisa is here” you felt your heart hit your feet at that. Lisa was Dean’s ex and the closest he’d ever gotten to marriage. She’d played him dirty though by using her son Ben as a bargaining chip. Once Ben got old enough to go off to school she’d lost that chip but you knew Dean’s feelings for her had in fact been very real. “Oh” you said softly which caused Elizabeth to shake your arms roughly “Oh? Oh as in you aren’t worried or oh as in I should start a fight with her sister just to give you an excuse to knock her out?” You let out a surprised laugh at her offer then said “Oh as in I’m not worried” you looked over your shoulder at Dean who waved when he saw he had your attention then added softly “Not very worried anyways”

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Elizabeth went in search of Benny so you and Dean headed back inside. He was asking if you wanted to hit the dining area or just get room service. You wanted to go ahead and tell him Lisa was here but if everything was going to implode you might as well enjoy a little before it did right? “I’m thinking room service and maybe some horror movies?” you suggested as the two of you walked towards the elevators. He pulled you into his side and left a kiss on your temple “That’s my girl!”

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You left ordering the food up to Dean while you took a shower and you started to wonder if you should regret that decision when you walked into the living room. He had a fire going and there were plates on nearly every surface. “Are we barricading ourselves in here? Did the apocalypse start while I was in the shower and if so can I claim Daryl?” He looked up from scrolling through the movie options to laugh humorlessly “First off I’m like so much better looking than him and I just decided that we’d try a little bit of everything in case the rest of the weekend gets to be too much and your stomach does that nervous thing where you can’t eat without getting queasy” 

Damn he remembered that? Guess it shouldn’t surprise you but even Micheal had never paid too much mind to that. “Well in that case pick the first movie and let’s get this marathon started”

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Dean knew you’d never make it through the entire list of movies the two of you had picked. Halfway through the Texas chainsaw massacre you were curled up next to him with your head laid over on his shoulder. He missed times like this. After you and Micheal had first split and you stayed with him this was a weekly occurrence. The two of you would stay up most saturday nights, watching the cheesiest horror movies and eating the weirdest take out you could.  You’d always fall asleep on him and he would always just get comfortable and sleep on the couch as well to have you close to him. His feelings for you had already been apparent by the time him and Lisa finally called it quits but you’d been with Micheal. After the breakup he hadn’t wanted to be seen as trying to take advantage so he was content with the best friend role. He’d date and see you date but would always hold his breath when you’d hit the couple weeks mark with whatever idiot you’d be currently seeing in hopes you’d kick the guy to the curb and you always did. 

When this weekend had come up you’d expected him to laugh at the idea but he’d jumped at. Maybe if he had some alone time with you in a place as gorgeous as this he could finally put words to his feelings and maybe just maybe you felt the same.

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Waking up on the couch with Dean’s arms around you felt like a dream until you remembered just why the two of you were here and what Elizabeth had told you the night before. You turned to look up at him and smiled seeing his face so relaxed. His mouth was open just slightly and his hair was tousled from moving around in his sleep. You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring at him when a smirk slipped onto his face “Staring is a little creepy honey” you rolled your eyes and slowly started to sit up “I wasn’t staring I was simply making sure you weren’t drooling on me”

He opened one eye and smiled at you “Are you asking me to get bodily fluid on you?” “I swear to christ Dean!” you scolded but he started laughing and pulled you back down next to him “Shh go back to sleep. Breakfast runs for another two hours and there’s no wedding stuff until the snowmobile ride around one then the dinner at seven” You cut your eyes up at him and took a deep breath before saying “I need to tell you why Elizabeth found me last night”

He sat up slowly opening both eyes and yawned “I’m guessing not just to get help burying Benny in snow?” you shook your head “Um well you know a lot of our friend groups and Micheal’s are intertwined” he nodded so you finally bit the bullet “Lisa is here” “Oh” he stood up off the couch rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. There were too many emotions playing through his eyes to pick out just one so you took the opportunity to say “I’m gonna grab a shower. Charity asked for some of the female guests to come pick out corsages so none of us are left without flowers so I’m going to meet up with Liz to do that”

You quickly walked out the room before Dean could see the look in your eyes at his reaction upon hearing Lisa was at the resort. Well at least thursday had been fun. You simply had today and tomorrow to get through then sunday you could head home.

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By the time you got out the shower Dean was sitting on the foot of the bed with his toiletry bag next to him so he could shower next. He glanced up when you walked out and smiled “So are you and Liz gonna meet up with me and Benny for breakfast or are we left up to our own devices?” you shrugged and grabbed your thinner jacket since you planned to be indoors until the snowmobiling later. “Why don’t you two go without us and we’ll meet up later?” “You don’t think I’m gonna leave you high and dry just because Lisa is here..do you?” you opened your mouth to reply but someone was on your side because Elizabeth chose that moment to text your phone “I’m outside your room babe” you showed him the phone and he nodded “Find me after you pick flowers..please?” you smiled “Of course” then nearly ran out the room.

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You forced a smile onto your face as you followed Elizabeth into the room where Charity had the florists set up. You really did think it was a cute idea that she didn’t want any woman in attendance to be without flowers even though it was her big day.

You stopped the moment you stepped into the room and spotted Lisa talking to Charity’s sister Alice. “Well look what the cat dragged in” Elizabeth muttered under her breath and you bit your lip to hide the smile “Let’s just check in with Charity, pick our flowers and get the hell out of here” she nodded looping her arm in with yours. The two of you headed for the table lined with daisies,sunflowers and lilies. “What were you thinking?” she asked, picking up one of the flowers off the table. You shrugged “Something simple Liz, my dress is dark blue and Dean’s suit is black” “Is it the three piece Tom Ford number? He always did look amazing in that?” Lisa’s voice came from behind you and you felt your spine stiffen at her voice.

Elizabeth cut her eyes at you as you turned to face Lisa with a smile on your face “Matter of fact it is. Nice to see you again Lisa. How’s Ben?” her smile faltered slightly at your mention of him. “He’s doing fine, can I ask you one thing?” you nodded slowly “Even if I say no you’re gonna talk anyways so I might as well agree to it to keep things civil for Charity and Micheal’s sake”

You saw Elizabeth move out the corner of your eye coming to stand directly next to you and you then realized Lisa’s sister Tabitha had come to stand behind her. You weren’t doing this. You and Micheal had ended on a good note, Charity was a good person and you were going to have to be pushed really far to act stupid during their weekend. “Were you screwing him when I was with him or did you just wait until Micheal woke up about you?” “You know what Lisa..” Elizabeth started but was stopped by Alice stepping between you and Lisa “Braeden, Y/N is a guest here same as you are. If the two of you have issues with each other we have a big resort here take it outside or get over it”

You stared Lisa down as you told Alice “I have no problem. I’m here for Micheal and Charity. They invited me” Lisa plastered one of those smiles that could only be described as how Lucifer smiled at Eve in the garden “No issue from me either” Alice nodded and smiled at you “How have you been Y/N? Did you and Elizabeth find the flowers you wanted?” you shook your head still looking at Lisa over her shoulder. She gently touched your elbow and led you back to one of the tables. “Tell me what colors you and Dean are wearing and I’m sure we’ll find something that looks amazing. You too Elizabeth”

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After you and Elizabeth were through picking flowers she asked if you wanted to grab breakfast. “Just the two of us?” you offered and she shrugged “Up to you. We can find your honey and my brother if you want or we can just catch up?” you smiled “I like the idea of catching up. Dean and Benny are big boys. They can be left alone for a little while” she smiled in return and grabbed your arm “Well then come on ma’am”

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You were sipping on your coffee when Lisa walked by your table. She was still staring you down but you refused to do anything to mess up a friend’s wedding weekend. “You know I’m starting to think she’s more jealous of Dean having you then you having Dean” Elizabeth scoffed and you coughed around your coffee from the laugh that pulled from your lips. “I really need to get down to Louisiana more often. I forgot just how much fun you Lafittes’ are” She winked at you over her own coffee cup “Especially around Mardi Gras”

You were about to leave to go change for the snowmobile ride when a plate was set down on the side of yours and Elizabeth’s table. You cut your eyes up at the person who’d sat it down and it was Tabitha. “Lisa said since you enjoy her leftovers so much she figured you may want more” you took a deep breath then stood to face her eye to eye “Tell Lisa if she has an issue with me she needs to be woman enough to deal with it when it’s not conflicting with other plans. Now she want to hit me up next weekend? I’ll gladly whip her ass” you heard Elizabeth snicker under her breath and Tabitha looked scandalized “Are you even with him? I mean you’re not really his type” 

Elizabeth was to her feet in a flash “You little..” but you stopped her with a hand then smiled at Tabitha “What? Not manipulative enough?” with that she seemed dumbfounded so you turned back to Elizabeth “Let’s go get changed”

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Elizabeth’s room was on the same floor as yours and Deans so the plan was to change then meet up at the elevator unless one of you ran into one of the guys first. You unlocked the door and stepped into your room breathing a sigh of relief to see Dean was in fact not there but your phone went off with a text from him “Dammit we have looked everywhere for you two. Where did you get off to?” you rolled your eyes and sent back “I’m lost come find me” before laying the phone down to dig out different clothes.

You were pulling your boots on when you heard the door of the room open then shut followed by Dean calling your name. “In here!” you hollered and he poked his head around the door holding his phone up  “That has never been funny. Elizabeth told Benny where you were” “Snitch” you mumbled standing to grab your jacket. You could feel him watching you and cursed under your breath when he asked “What’s wrong?” you shrugged and tried to walk past him but he grabbed your arm “Come on darlin. I know that look something is up” you nodded “Yeah your ex is a fucking bitch and needs to be glad that we’re at a mutual friend’s wedding” “What did she do?” he asked dropping your arm like the mere touch had burnt “Everything from saying how good you’ve always looked in that one suit to asking me if I was screwing you when the two of you were together to sending her sister over to mine and Elizabeth’s table to give me her leftovers from breakfast followed up by reminding me I’m not your type” when you were met with silence you laughed humorlessly “I think I’ll get Benny to come grab my bags and just stay with Elizabeth the rest of the weekend. We can tell everyone we split and if need be I’ll pay their gas to swing through to take me home on their way” “You don’t have to do that” he offered but you’d already turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears in your eyes “Yeah. I do because this was the stupidest idea I’ve ever had” you grabbed your jacket and pushed past him out the room.

You nearly mowed over poor Benny who reached out to steady you “Woah there. Where you headed like that?” you figured might as well bite half the bullet at least “We just broke up will you bring my bags to Liz’s room?” he seemed more than a little confused but nodded “Want me to smack some sense into him?” you shook your head with a watery smile “It was bound to happen. I’m not really his type” then walked away from him to find Elizabeth.

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You ended up dipping out of the snowmobile ride. You told Charity you were having a bit of motion sickness and bless her she’d gotten one of the staff to bring you some medicine.

You and Elizabeth had decided on one of the nature walks instead. “So what happened?” she asked and you shook your head “I told him what happened with Lisa. He didn’t respond” “I’m sorry honey” she replied pulling you into her side with one arm. You shrugged “Was bound to happen anyways”

When you finally pulled your phone out after the two of you had been wandering the trails for nearly two hours you had fifteen texts from Dean and even a few from Sam and Eileen wanting to know why their brother/brother in law was texting them to get them to text you to text him. Confusing huh?

“Maybe he’s sorry?” Elizabeth offered but you shook your head “I’m not holding him up. Who knows maybe Lisa is right. Maybe he does still want her” the words themselves felt like a hot knife twisting in your gut but you weren’t going to let it show. You could get through this and avoid Dean as much as possible until the sting went away. 

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At dinner you told Elizabeth you weren’t feeling well but talked her into going to dinner well after you made her promise to not blow up at Dean, Lisa or Tabitha. You left her with Benny in hopes he would see that she kept that promise then headed up to her room.

When you opened the door Benny had laid your suitcase and smaller bag on the couch. You called room service to get some food and to see if you could get an extra pillow and blanket so you didn’t have to steal one off her bed.

By the time Elizabeth got up to the room you had already eaten and showered and was curled up on the couch watching a movie. She smiled at you the moment she walked in the door “He’s clearly upset” you sighed and patted the cushion next to you “You’re welcome to come watch Liz but I don’t wanna talk about Dean” she nodded “Fair enough” and kicked off her shoes to come join you.

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“I fucked up man” Dean told Benny with a shake of his head. “You think? Man you’ve been telling me for how long how you feel about that girl then you what? Can’t even manage to say fuck her about your ex?” Dean shrugged because he honestly had no idea why he hadn’t said anything about it when you told him of the confrontations with Lisa. “How do I fix it?” he asked and Benny laughed “Beg? Then beg some more?” “You know what Benny? You’re such a help”

Lisa and Tabitha walked into the bar about that time and Benny bumped Dean’s arm forcing him to look up right before Lisa walked over to them. “Dean, I hear you got tired of Y/N already. Want a real woman again?” Benny rolled his eyes at her words then cut his eyes at Dean. As much as he liked him he liked you too and if Dean wouldn’t speak up on your behalf he damn sure was going to. “Real woman Lisa? You mean a liar, manipulator and cheater? Y/N has been one of my closest friends for as long as I can remember. When I needed her she was there, when Sammy, Bobby, Ellen hell anybody needed her she was there. She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. She fights for those she cares about, she takes care of everyone she can. She’s strong but still soft and I love her” 

Benny’s eyes widened at Dean’s confession and Lisa looked like she swallowed a frog “You love that?” Dean stood off the stool at her words and smiled “Sweetheart there was never anyone but her”

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You and Elizabeth were wandering around before the ceremony. You were dressed complete with flowers. The people loitering around the lobby looked like they belonged in one magazine or another at a newsstands. You spotted Alice and walked towards her with a smile “How’s Charity?” she laughed nervously “Scared?” “She’ll be fine. Your dad walking her?” she nodded so you added “Just tell him to have a good grip on her arm just in case and tell her to keep her head high. She’s beautiful and we’re all here for her” She smiled “Thanks Y/N” “Anytime”

Elizabeth had watched you talk to Alice and when you got back to her side she asked “How are you that good talking about your ex-fiance’s soon to be wife?” you shrugged “hindsight twenty twenty? Me and Micheal didn’t belong together. He just figured it out before I did” She nodded slightly “So who do you belong with?” 

You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you thought about Dean. The way he made you feel when you’d wake up next to him or how he always went out of his way to make you laugh. How he always took care of everyone around him but resisted when it came to allowing someone to take care of him because he still wasn’t used to it. You were in love with him and had now possibly lost even his friendship. “Who I want I can’t have” you finally said and she asked “Why not?” “He doesn’t want me” you replied but froze when you heard Dean’s voice behind you “Are you sure about that? Because really if a guy has a shot at you and doesn’t take it he needs his ass kicked”

You looked back at Elizabeth but she was grinning at Benny “Oh dear brother of mine! Let’s go check out those nifty little stands they have set up near the doors!” you watched the two of them disappear then looked back at Dean “I never should’ve asked you to pretend this weekend” he nodded then smiled “And I should’ve admitted the reason I agreed was to get to spend some time with you so maybe I could figure out if you feel the same way about me that I do about you. Me and Lisa we never would’ve worked for the same reason you and Micheal never would’ve worked. I found who I want to be with and it’s you” “Dean please tell me you aren’t screwing with me right now” you whispered grateful the two of you had moved to the edge of the room where no one could overhear. “I’ve never been more serious about anything” you patted at the tears threatening to spill from your eyes “Christ I’m glad Liz had waterproof mascara” he bit back a laugh and motioned to your face “Those good tears?” you nodded “If you’re serious come kiss me Winchester” a smirk slipped onto his face “Don’t have to tell me twice” 

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[bbugyu]

finding something to do + kim mingyu

you had spent your better years bored with mingyu, and he thought holding your hand felt like holding his fleeting youth.

wc.4088 | almost smut, mostly fluff, friends to lovers/uni au, fem reader, that one trope where there is mutual pining but both of them think the other is gay, maybe like half an ounce of angst if you squint Really Hard, lots o swears

i usually make my fics hella neutral as far as gender and size and orientation goes but hahahaha this ones for the average sized bi girls! also just realized that i stopped using capitalization in my fics and yk what? im fine with it. this fic is based off of the song of the same name by hellogoodbye.

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“stop honking, other people live here.”

mingyu grinned at you through the half-open passenger window, leaning over to pop open the door. the handle had never recovered from a giant cup of soda crashing into the side of his ride in the middle of a particularly rowdy summer shenanigan, the sticky substance soaking into the mechanics before he had gotten the chance to hose it down in a friend's driveway at 2am. now, you had to wait for him to open it from the inside on all future shenanigans, and you could only roll the window down half way, lest you have to laugh at mingyu aggressively pulling on the window between his palms as you pulled on the motorized switch to coerce it back into the closed position. you slid into the co-pilot seat and looked over to your best friend.

"if you answered your texts i wouldn't have to honk."

you rolled your eyes, tugging on the seatbelt. "go, gyu."

he laughed and shifted into drive, turning up his stereo as he pulled away from your apartment building, hand returning to the stick to shift up a gear. "thanks for coming."

"what else was i gonna do?" you slipped the slides off your socked feet and pulled your legs to sit cross-legged. "i finished rewatching avatar."

"study, maybe?"

you looked at him. he was right, finals were right around the corner, but you had an uncharacteristically light load this quarter (due to you not realizing you needed approval for one course before registration and it filling before you could sign up) and you weren't too worried about the three tests you would have to take in a couple weeks. "could say the same to you."

mingyu let out another laugh, suddenly singing along to the song as he ran a hand through his hair. you smiled at his profile, then pulled out your phone to update your instagram story. as you moved the camera over to mingyu from the streetlight-lit road ahead of you, he laughed midway through a lyric and practically yelled "mwoya" at you, gripping the wheel with both hands and jumping in his seat. 

you laughed hysterically, frantically saving the video before pointing the screen at him. he turned down the music to watch it, eyes flickering between your phone and the road. he laughed at the way it cut off on both of you screaming. "what was that?"

you giggled, swiping through filters. "you being dumb."

"you love me."

"you're right."

mingyu smiled at that, adjusting the stereo volume again, bobbing his head to the rhythm as he drove to the one convenience store in your town that sold his favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream, a mission he had called upon you for at 11:30pm. when it switched over to a song you knew, mingyu noticed your subconscious humming to the tune and a few lyrics falling out of your lips, the wind from the open window whipping through your hair.

by the time you reached a small parking lot across town, you had yawned probably half a dozen times.

"tired?" mingyu pouted as he rolled up the windows and unbuckled his seatbelt. "sorry for dragging you out."

you shook your head, following suit and pulling yourself out of the car. "i slept too late, i think. i'll be fine."

you followed mingyu across the quiet street to the convenience store the two of you frequented perhaps too often, finding yourself there after late night study sessions or mid-barhop for ramen, snacks, and most importantly, the mint choco ice cream bar of mingyu's affections.

after perusing the options as if you hadn't been there earlier in the week, you picked out an ice cream bar as well as a couple bags of chips. you walked up behind mingyu at the register as he was pulling out his wallet.

"i'll pay if you come over and play smash," he said, nodding at your hands full of snacks.

you eyed him. "what's the catch?"

"you can't be mad when i play meta knight."

you groaned, but put your things on the counter for the cashier that was likely the same age as you both to scan. "fine. i'll still beat you."

mingyu grinned at you, and you snagged your ice cream bar off the counter as he paid, the other snacks getting put in a plastic bag. you grabbed the bag and held it open as mingyu retrieved his own ice cream, both of you peeling them open as you exited the convenience store.

"mm," you let out, mouth full of ice cream as you leaned against the metal bar meant to lock up bikes on the sidewalk. "it's nice out tonight."

mingyu agreed, biting into his treat. "it's refreshing but not too cold."

you nodded, watching cars pass on the street. "i can't believe it's almost summer already."

"me neither," he said, squatting in front of you as he ate. "we're gonna be seniors next year."

you groaned. "have you decided if you're doing summer quarter?"

he shook his head. "i decided against it. i only really have to take one extra course next year so it didn't feel worth it."

you nodded, looking down at him. he was looking to his left, absentmindedly watching someone walk their dog across the street.

after the ice cream was finished and you threw away your wrappers, mingyu cursed slightly at the fact that he still managed to get his finger sticky despite doing his best to avoid meltage. after he popped open your door, he dug in the glovebox for some wet naps, playfully knocking your knees aside as you tried to sit. you laughed, waiting for him to be done so you could put the bag of snacks on the floor in front of you.

when you met mingyu sophomore year, your hair was shorter and he was blonde. he had sat next to you in your shared ecology lab and promptly fell asleep before the class had even started, and you had to nudge him awake when the professor was handing out the syllabus. 

"gah, fuck, i'm up," he waved a massive hand in your face, blinking away his sleep before focusing on you with furrowed brows. "you're not seokmin."

seokmin was his roommate, you learned, and also met a few weeks later when you went over to their dorm to work on assignments together. they've since upgraded to a compact but efficient three bedroom apartment and acquired another roommate. you stared out the window into the night sky as mingyu drove to said apartment, blinking heavily at the lure of a nap. you pulled your knees up to your chest and tried to listen to the song playing from the stereo.

only moments later, mingyu glanced over and noticed that your eyes had fluttered shut, your head lolling against the window. he wondered, staring at you in awe, how much longer he could pretend he wasn't in love with you.

when you and mingyu had first gotten to know each other, you admittedly had a bit of a crush on him, until you found out he had a boyfriend. even after they split almost four months later, and you had been there to bring him chicken and beer while he fumbled with the drawstrings of his sweatpants and rubbed his swollen eyes with the back of his hand, you decidedly resigned any feelings for him, knowing it was a lost cause for you to pine after a guy that didn't even like girls. hell, you barely even liked boys - you had gone on dates with six different girls, yet not a single guy since you came to university, and mingyu had sat on your bed while you tried to get ready, giving a concise "try again" when you showed him an oversized sweatshirt.

"why not this?" you asked, groaning.

"you have good proportions, bitch. show 'em off."

rolling your eyes, you rooted around in your closet for something less shapeless. your style had always skewed a little athletic, a little hip-hop. you bought mostly mens fit shirts, making the task slightly more difficult. you found a nice pair of high waisted jeans you hadn't worn in a while and paired it with a drop shoulder tee and a turtleneck, finally getting the approval of your best friend.

all of the facts laid in front of him led mingyu to believe you were completely and utterly gay, and even if you weren't, your taste in women suggested he was the exact opposite of your type. you liked petite girls. girls with long hair and that wore skirts and lots of rings. the kind of girls that you had to lean down to kiss. 

so he continued to try out the pool of eligible bachelors in your area that were within a respectable age range. he had even tried to date some girls, but every time they tried to suggest the dates go further, he would think of the way his best friend's fingers had sent electricity through his entire body just by brushing an eyelash off his lip, or how you would trace the veins that ran through his wrist as you watched a movie together on your couch. the way your touch set his skin on fire. the way he wished he could just admit the way he felt about you. 

he always smiled and said he'd call them sometime. he never did. it wasn't fair to them, but neither was him only ever asking them out because they reminded him of you somehow.

guys were easier, he thought. they didn't remind him of you.

mingyu was so caught up in the sight of you sleeping that he absolutely ran a red. he cursed under his breath when he realized the light he was passing under had been yellow for longer than he had thought, thinking how lucky he was that the cross street was empty. good thing he was almost home.

"hey, sleepyhead," he said when you stretched suddenly as he pulled into his parking spot. "do you wanna go home?"

you shook your head, yawning. "no, i need to eat chips."

he laughed and killed the engine. "you left a pair of house shorts here and you can borrow a shirt," he said, suggesting you crash in his bed when you got too tired for smash.

"what, you don't wanna carry me home?"

mingyu slammed the car door shut and shoved his hand in his pocket. "i'd rather not, no."

you stretched again, a hand reaching out to ruffle his dark hair as he tried to punch in the door code for you to enter his building. "mean."

he laughed at you again, leading you up the three flights of stairs to his apartment.

"hey, minghao," you said, waving at the shadowy figure that was seemingly melting into the couch, illuminated by the tv.

he raised a hand in acknowledgment, sitting with his neck at a 90 degree angle, a movie with subtitles on, and his phone face down on his chest. "yo."

"wanna play smash?" mingyu asked.

"no thanks."

mingyu dropped his keys on the kitchen counter. "we're playing smash."

"you're funny."

you laughed, and mingyu pouted. "please, myungho?"

minghao finally looked at his roommate. "i'm watching annihilation. the switch is handheld for a reason."

you watched mingyu roll his eyes with a smirk on your lips. he went over to the switch dock by the tv and grabbed the console, sticking his tongue out at hao. you giggled, following mingyu down the short hall to his room as minghao waved you both off.

"have i said that i like hao a lot?"

"yes," mingyu said. "like, every time you come over."

you smiled, throwing open his dresser and carding through the shirts that would surely be massive on you. "well i do."

the switch got tossed onto his bed and he sneaked around you to grab a pair of sweatpants from the drawer above the one you were looking in. he also pulled out the pair of shorts you had left, putting them on top of the dresser. "i'm getting naked now."

you shook your head lightly, knowing he was only changing his pants, but kept your back to him out of respect anyways. you picked up the shorts. "did you wash these?"

"yeah, i threw 'em in with my laundry last week."

you nodded, spotting the color you had been looking for. "aha!" you pulled on the ashy gray shirt, revealing one of your favorite things you had ever convinced mingyu to buy. an extremely soft, lightly distressed shirt with a tasteful rip along the neckline. "i'm getting naked now."

"clear," mingyu said, letting you know he wasn't looking as he flopped onto his bed, propping up the switch on his bedside table and setting up the controllers.

you pulled off your loose sweatshirt and swapped it for the borrowed shirt, then shoved the denim shorts down your legs, laughing lightly at how your sleep shorts completely disappeared under the shirt. you turned around, stretching out your arms to show how large the shirt was on you. "look."

mingyu rolled onto his back and propped himself on an elbow to look at you, giggling as you swam in his shirt. outwardly, he smiled, but internally, he thought this was simultaneously the worst and best idea he had ever had.

you looked absolutely stunning in his clothes, he thought, but only said that you were cute. he ignored the familiar feeling in his stomach and handed you a controller as you crawled onto his bed, settling on your stomach next to him.

he had to stop putting himself in this position. you were far too pretty for him to forget his feelings towards you.

but maybe that's what he wanted. maybe he didn't want to forget his feelings. maybe the few times you had told him his dates were attractive weren't just objective reassurances. maybe he held onto the sliver of hope that you could possibly be attracted to him, too.

you slammed your face into the bed as the game loaded. "why are all switch load times utter ass?"

mingyu adjusted so that he was laying on his side with an arm propping him up and flicked the back of your head. "because the console can fit in my palm."

your hand went up to swat at the culprit of the flick, and you pouted as you lifted your head to look at him. "that's not fair, your hands are huge." you wiggled onto your elbows to grab his wrist, pressing your palms together. "see?"

mingyu laughed, feeling his cheeks heat up. "well, you have baby hands, so." he punctuated his point by curling his finger over yours. you pouted again, then slipped your fingers between his, thinking about how nice his warm hand felt over yours.

you blinked, then pulled your hand away and grabbed the joycon as the game finally loaded the skippable intro, hoping you weren't blushing too much as you cleared your throat. mingyu stared at your pink cheeks for a moment, his mind reeling. was he seeing something that wasn't there? or was his hope in you validated?

you were clicking through the menu and felt his eyes on you, and all you wanted to do was hide behind your hair and avoid eye contact. you nearly jumped when mingyu cleared his throat.

"hey, i have something i've been meaning to ask you."

your eyes met his briefly. "shoot."

"do you…" mingyu paused, trying to think of the right way to phrase his question. "i know you have exes that are guys, but is that something you're, like… still into?"

your ears burned and you wiggled until you could sit back on your own legs, fiddling with the hem of the shirt you stole and hesitating to make eye contact. "you mean, being with guys?"

"yeah," he said, watching you intently with his brows furrowed.

"yeah, i mean, i guess?" you shrugged. "i like both."

mingyu nodded slowly, watching your eyes as they stared at the wall across his small room. your cheeks were a rosy pink, and you were chewing on your lip. "me too."

you looked at him finally, your eyes wide. "what?"

he gave you a crooked smile. "i like guys and girls, too."

if you were blushing before, now you were blazing. "oh, my god, i'm an idiot."

he laughed. "what, did you think i was, like, totally gay?"

"shut up," you threw yourself down onto his bed, hiding your face in the blanket. in your defense, he had definitely called himself gay before, but you definitely called yourself gay constantly, so maybe you shouldn't put so much weight in those words. "shut up, i'm embarrassed. i don't want to talk about it."

hearing mingyu laugh next to you made you feel like you were on fire, then you felt the ghosting of fingers on your arm. you froze. mingyu's voice was soft when he spoke again. "do you wanna talk about how i have a massive crush on you?"

you slowly raised your head to look at him, cheeks burning red. he gave you a small smile before you choked out a "huh?"

"i ran a red earlier," he said suddenly, his fingers moving from your arm to absentmindedly brush your hair out of your face, then to your shoulder, then back. it was a reassuring touch, one you had felt from him before, but you still were caught off guard by his sudden succession of confessions. "you were sleeping and i couldn't stop looking at you. i totally could have crashed the car."

"dude, what the fuck." you stared at him, then lowered your voice to imitate him. "'hey i have a crush on you and i almost killed us both because of it.' that's you, that's what you sound like right now."

mingyu laughed in your face and you couldn't help the chuckle that fell out of your mouth. "sorry i almost killed us."

"i guess i can forgive you," you said, picking at your nails suddenly despite them being clean. "especially because i might have a crush on you, too."

mingyu kept staring at you with a fond smile, and you wondered if he could also hear how hard your heart was beating. "can i kiss you?"

you looked at him, trying not to stare at his lips. you nodded, almost hurriedly. his hand pulled against your back as you rolled your body to face him, and your hand reached out for his jaw as he pulled you into him. and when his lips crashed into yours, you yelped slightly, melting into him almost immediately. they were plush against yours, and he was gentle as he pushed your back onto the mattress, adjusting to hover over you slightly. when you let your head fall back onto the bed, he grinned at your blown out pupils and swollen lips, buzzing at the way your hands curled around around his neck, fingers digging into the hair at his nape. he adjusted again, a hand finding your waist as he pulled back to let you swing your leg across his lap. you pulled him back over you, enjoying the way his hips hit the back of your thighs as he caged you in with an elbow by your shoulder. you stared up at him, heart racing, eyes flicking down to his lips too many times for him to not take the hint.

mingyu had always enjoyed pleasing you. this definitely felt like the next natural progression.

he dove into you, and your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders. mingyu was a hugger, and he also liked wearing very little clothing when he worked out, so you knew what he looked like under the plain white tee. knew what he felt like. but suddenly - with his hands slipping under what was technically his shirt to properly feel your waist, with how his tongue fought with yours - you really felt him for the first time. the way his shoulder muscles rippled just beneath the skin as he adjusted, clearly trying to not make his growing bulge so obvious. you considered the fact that you might get to see how much leg day really benefited, considering how much he posted about it with sweaty post-workout pictures on his story.

mingyu felt your thighs squeeze around his hips, pulling back slightly. "is this okay?"

"is it?" you responded, a hand pulling back to fall on his jaw. "i've wanted you for ages."

he laughed lightly. "god, we're idiots."

you had no time to respond before he was kissing you again, his hips rolling into yours, pulling a surprised moan from you. he ate it up, his fingers gripping your waist tighter at the sound. you felt his girth as it pressed against you, and you gasped. when was the last time you had been with a guy? high school?

when mingyu's teeth bit down on your lip, you were really glad he was the guy you were unconsciously waiting for.

he tugged on your hips as he rolled onto his back, pulling you to straddle his lap. you giggled slightly, settling back into the open mouthed kisses as he ran his hands from your ass up your back, slipping under the sports bra you were wearing.

then there was a knock. you yelped, burying your face in his shoulder as you heard the door swing open. "make room for king k r- oh shit!"

you laughed into mingyu's neck as he yelled for seokmin to get the hell out, his hands tugging the hem of the stolen shirt over your butt in an attempt to shield it from view. you heard him squeak out an "i'm sorry!" as the door shut again.

"i'll kill him."

you exhaled, the laughter still on your lips as you looked at his profile from where your cheek pressed against his shoulder. "bet he thinks we're secretly dating."

mingyu laughed, scratching an eyebrow before returning his palm to your ass. "not a secret now."

"oh, so we're dating now?"

mingyu craned his neck to look at you. "is that not what was going to happen?"

you giggled, sitting up and putting your hands on his chest. you adjusted your knees, fully aware of how the movement would rub you against his still hard bulge. "we have both fucked people without dating them afterwards, kim mingyu."

"ah," he said, digging his fingers into your soft ass and rutting into you gently, making you gasp. "we're gonna fuck? i thought we were just joking."

you slapped his chest, giggling still as you rolled your hips. "if you don't wanna, i could ask hao-"

"oh, shut up," he said, pulling you down to kiss him. "if you liked myungho like that you would have tried it ages ago."

you smiled, your thumb running over his adams apple as you placed gentle kisses on his jaw. "sweetie, are we jealous?"

"i don't deserve this, you know?" mingyu pulled your hips against him again, a low grunt tumbling from his beautiful mouth. "i haven't put my dick in a girl since i met you and now i'm with you and you're talking about my roommate? this seems extremely mean."

you giggled again, then placed your lips on his again. he instantly kissed you back, one hand leaving your ass to go to the back of your neck. "you're the only guy i ever think about," you whispered, getting repeatedly interrupted by mingyu's needy lips on yours.

the wolf-like grin that broke onto his face sent chills down your spine. "let's keep it that way."

*

seokmin's hand was still on the doorknob, his wide eyes blinking, when minghao paused his movie and sat up to poke his head out and look down the hall. "the hell was that?"

he puffed out his cheeks as he walked back into the living room, his palms clapping gently. "i thought you said y/n came over to play smash?"

minghao's eyebrow quirked up. "she did."

the eldest sat on the couch. "i thought mingyu was gay?"

"what?" minghao looked down the hall again. "wait, what? were they-" he stopped when he heard a muffled groan that was far too familiar.

seokmin grabbed the remote and pressed play, scratching his cheek as he turned up the volume. "what are we watching? catch me up."

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pairings: Sub! Kaminari Denki x Dom! FemReader

warnings: characters in this story are 18+, crackfic if you squint, sharing of risqué pictures, phone sex, mutual masturbation, porn with a plot basically  dom yn, sub denki

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You stretched your arms behind your back. After a long day of paperwork, you were tired. You bent your fingers one by one until they released that satisfying ‘pop’ sound. Relaxing yourself in your chair you reach for your phone. You go through your social media, text a few friends and then your eyes fall onto boyfriend’s contacts.

Kaminari Denki or better know as Chargebolt. The aspiring Pro-Hero who  graduated from U.A and now the 23 year old was on his journey to becoming a memorable hero. But right now, he was on his bed resting. The blonde had been hit by an energy draining quirk which made it impossible to do athletic tasks. He was advised to rest and that’s what he had been doing for the past three days.

                                                 Dankie

You[23:31]:

You[23:31]: hOWS my FAV BOI DOINGGG ???????????????

Dankie[23:31]: >:(

Dankie[23:31]: traitor ass biTCH

You[23:32]: DENKI LMFAO I SAID I WAS SORRY SILHAKD

Dankie[23:32]: u didnt come visit me today:'''(

You[23:32]: yeah,sorry about that:(((if u werent so fucking clumsy i wouldnt be stuck doing extra hours of EXTRA paperwork>:(

Dankie[23:32]: gO GET THAT BAG Y/NNIE BBIE

Dankie[23:32]: n e ways

Dankie[23:32]: ei missed juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Dankie[23:32]:

You[23:32]: didnt kiri visit tho

Dankie[23:33]: he did but :( ur better

You[23:33]: dfjhskjfd ik i am

Dankie[23:33]: playing uno with him isnt that fun cuz that bitch ALWAYS wins , u lose all the time lmfao i leik winning against u

You[23:33]:

You[23:33]: hows your injury tho bb<3

Dankie[23:33]: idk im gonna go to work like day after tommorrow

Dankie[23:34]: n e ways

Dankie[23:34]: how was your day, beautiful

You[23:34]: terrible, old hag keeps piling me up with work.i dont get paid enough to deal with her shit

You[23:34]: i stg gonna murder her one day.

Dankie[23:34]: awwww my poor ynnie here have a picture of your beautiful boyfriend to light up ur day:)

You[23:35]: its 11 in the night denki

Dankie[23:35]: just let me have this one thing please,

Dankie[23:35]: I HAVE A PICTUER SOMEWHERE IN MY GALLERY WAIT lOOK

Dankie[23:35]: admit it,u ken not resist ur beautiful boyfriend

You were about to text out a sarcastic reply, your fingers hovering over the send key when you noticed Denki had sent a disappearing photo.

Dankie[23:35]: [image8166.jpeg]

You press your thumb over the button to view it in full size,

probably one of his dumbass selfies again

you thought to yourself.

“The fuck!?” you almost scream, eyes blown wide at the sight.

Before you knew it you were confronted by the sight of a dick, his hand wrapped around it resting against his abdomen, spurts of cum decorating the head of his cock and onto his flushed body.

It looked so inviting, so hard and sexy waiting to be played with. It turned you on.

You gulped as you took it all in.

In all honesty the sight made your mouth water, your tongue reaching out to wet you lips as your breathing quickened, your core heating with arousal. Your thoughts running wildly as you inspect the picture, fingers trembling ever so slightly as you work your fingers to quickly take a screenshot of the picture

Dankie[23:35]: u still there yn?

Dankie[23:35]: o shit.yn im so SORRY

Dankie[23:36]:SHIT SHIT IM SO SORRY YN I DIDNT MEAN TO MY FINGER SLIPPED FUCKFUCK IM SO SORRY I UNDERSTAND IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE

Oh Fuck!

Sucking his lips into his mouth, fear took over his senses as he realized that you were about to receive his nude out of nowhere.

nonononononono nO! This couldn't be happening. No!'

Denki quickly pressed the power off button at least eight times, hoping that would change something, but he knew very well it wouldn't. His entire face flamed with embarrassment.

He opened the chat again just to check if it actually sent. Maybe he still had the chance to delete it. He was met with disappointment, the air surrounding him growing heavier, your prolonged silence was making him freak out even more DAMMIT DENKI !!

Dankie[23:36]: Y/N please say soemthing please,

The dreaded 'typing' box appeared on the bottom of the screen, he mentally prepared himself for rejection. Maybe if you ask about it, he could just pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about. Fuck, how did he manage to fuck up this bad?Just then, the sound of his notification stirred him from his thoughts, indicating a reply from you. He reached for the phone,

You[23:37]: that’s a pretty dick, denki

You[23:37]: mommy would love to play with it.

OH My God. Denki internally screamed. He did not know what he was expecting. Granted you both had started going out just recently, a slip up like that was bound to set you off. He expected you being  reluctant about the situation and brushing it of.

He thought of what he should reply and stared texting. His fingers smashed against the keyboard as butterflies danced in his stomach. He could feel himself get hard.

Dankie[23:37]: you’re making me horny, mommy

You[23:37]: fuck, you’re such a naughty boy

You[23:37]: tell me how badly you want me.

Dankie[23:38]: please, my dick is so hard for you right now. I can’t think straight.

Denki’s heart beat quickens whilst he wait for you to reply. His hand slips down his sweats as he starts palming his cock through the cotton of his sweats.

You[23:38]: you like it when mommy talks to you like this, don’t you babyboy?

Dankie[23:38]: yes i do. please don’t stop

You[23:38]: you think you can send these pictures and not face consequences?

You[23:38]: is this turning you on?

Dankie[23:38]: yes. goddamn.

It was a moment before he responded and when he did, he sent an image. Upon opening it, your throat dries out. You see the outline of his erection through his boxers you gulp again as your eyes feast on the main focus of the picture. It made your pussy throb. You couldn’t stop staring, not even when another loud 'ping' sounded through the room.

Dankie[23:39]: Oh God, please fuck me.

You[23:39]: are you teasing me?

Dankie[23:39]: ...what if I am?

Dankie[23:39]: y/n i want you so bad. are you alone right now?

You[23:39]: yes i am.

You[23:39]: such a little slut, aren’t you?

Dankie[23:39]: yes, only for you

Dankie[23:40]: God, you're good at this.

His fingers were pressing the ‘call’ button before he processed his move, thick arousal mixed with frustration clouded his thoughts. His hand palming himself through his boxers and his leg bouncing up and down in anticipation as his phone rang for you.

Your phone lit up with an incoming call.

“Hey, babyboy,” you spoke as soon as he picked up, teasing him. Your voice sultry and low making Denki gulp. The dirty talk was really getting him going.

“Just hearing my voice has gotten you so bothered, huh?” you smirk, feeling your nipples hardening and poking through the fabric of your work shirt

“I'm so lonely and needy right now-”  He shyly admitted, “I need you so bad.” finding himself blush bashfully for you. Flattered and embarrassed at his blunt confession, but still desperate for you. He could hear your breathing on the other side of the phone, it was quick, excited. You heard him take in a deep breath; you could almost see the pink painting his cheeks.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, sending me pictures like that. Tell me when did you take it? Who were you thinking of when you touched yourself?” you rasp into the phone making him gasp.

God, this was like a dream

“It was for you! Everything, You!” He sounded desperate, clinging to release as his member throbbed harder. Biting down on his lower lip, inching to hear your commanding voice over the static.

“Is that so? Well, I am flattered.” Denki smiled to himself hearing the praise. “But, do you seriously think you should be allowed to cum? After all, you touched yourself like a shameless whore. Not to mention, without my permission?”

Denki’s smile fell as he started mumbling apologizes into the phone. He promised he’d never do anything like that ever again. Please, just let him cum.

“You heard me,” You taunted, “Bad boys don’t deserve mommy’s help.” you say, your voice faking disinterest. “Please.”  he begged pathetically. Trying to convince you to help him out.

“Please help me cum.”

“Really?” You scoff, a teasing smirk appearing on your lips. “You seem to be doing just fine on your own.” apologies come rushing over the phone,  “No, no, please! I’ll be good. I’ll be a good boy! I’ll do anything!” he pants, biting the corner of his lip as his hand hovered over his erect shaft. “P-Please, Mommy!’’

You bit back a whine as you clench your thighs together “Okay,” you start, voice as smooth as silk. “Why don’t you reach down and touch yourself for me? Make yourself feel good,”

Denki relishes as hearing your command. He quickly puts the caller on speaker and places it on the stool next to his bed. His fingers pull his sweats down to his thigh, his boxers soon following. His hard cock rest against his stomach, the tip flushed and angry; pre-cum leaking from the slit. His right hand firmly grasp it while his left reaches for his phone.

He moans your name as he pumps his cock using the pre-cum as lube, he hisses and groans lost in utopia until he hears your voice again. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.” you smirk at him failing to stifle his whimpers, clenching his eyes shut as he took a deep, steadying breath before he responding. “Okay, Mommy.” he blushes, submitting himself to you.

Taking the base of his length into his hand, putting the phone closer to his mouth so you could hear his heavy breathing as he traced a finger along the vein decorating his shaft, he moans softly feeling sparks of pleasure erupting throughout his body. Moving his thumb to his drenched tip, vigorously rubbing himself the way you had instructed him to — the action making him crazy, Denki didn't even try to hold back the moans erupting from his mouth as he fucked his hand, wishing it was you.

“You sound so good jerking off to Mommy’s voice.”

“Feels good, huh, babyboy?” you ask. He hums nodding his head. “Feels so damn good.” His hand leaves his dick, coming up to his mouth and spitting on it. Using spit as lube as he began to rub himself, hips bucking against his hand; whimpering your name as his back arches up slightly, the pre-cum and spit making it easier to move his hand quicker moaning and hearing you doing the same. He could hear your breathing get heavier,the anticipation of you masturbating too made his even harder if that were possible.

“There’s a good little slut.” you say with a normal, leveled voice while he struggled on the other side of the phone. You listen to him jerk off, pumping his shaft and moaning out your name. Hearing him pump his cock up and down, you pictured his sitting on his bed, flushed face hand stroking his cock cum oozing out of his slit. Maybe you’ll ask him to lick it up later.

“Are you wet, Mommy?” His voice is soft followed by heavy breathing. “So wet. You have no idea.” your raspy voice filled the empty room.

“I want to taste your pussy, Y/N.” he moaned into the phone. You slip your hand down over your clothed cunt, rubbing against your swollen clit. “Is that so, Denki? Wouldn't you like that? Me sitting on your face? You can eat all you want.”

“God, your pussy sounds so good.” Denki moaned as you adjust the phone closer. “Oh fuck, Denki!" you moan as you sunk down onto your fingers. The scent of sweat and lust lingered through his nose, he scrunched his eyes shut and his head pressed back into his pillow. His mouth was gape open, breathing heavily as he moaned loudly into the phone. “Shit. Mommy." he cursed.

“Mommy, I need your pussy.” you hear him beg, “W-wanna feel it a-around me. Milking my cock s-so good, wanna f-fuck you until you scream,” he speaks between choked moans. You wonder how he’s gotten so bold. “I would fuck your tight pussy so good.” you don’t doubt him at all.

Your fingers rub against your velvety walls, your hips bucking into your hand as you rolled your clit swiftly between your nimble fingers. “I’m gonna fuck you so good once i get my hands on you, babyboy.”

Speeding up his pace, imaging your face Denki let out a growl. Imagining you hovering over his pinned body as you whispered the most dirty words into his ear while pleasuring him. “F-fuck, Y/N.” he whispered, dropping his head back against the pillows as his eyes squeezed shut, his back arching wildly. There was no way he was going to last much longer.

The familiar feeling soon washed over you, your pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing with each delicious rub of your fingers against your clit. Your heart beat fast, your body tingling from the sensation it gave you. Your nether regions throbbing in pleasure. You almost fell, your legs quivering going limp

His stomach was clenching and he knew he was going to cum any second now “Please keep talking. Just a little more, please,” he begged breathlessly, continuing his thrusts for just a little while longer to get over the edge and you did just that.

“I- I’m so close mommy. Can I c-cum?” He bits his lower lip, trying to control his breathing. “Since you've been such a good boy. You can cum, baby.” you said breathlessly.

“Thank you so much, Mommy.”

“I want to hear you while you cum, baby. I want you to feel good, I want to feel good with you.” you choke out.

You wait patiently for his response but it doesn't come. After seconds of silence, you pulls your device away from your ear only to be greeted by the dark screen.

“Oh. He hung up?” you murmur out loud, a bit sad but you decide on not to dwell on it as you slip the phone back into your pocket, figuring his battery might have given up on him. After minutes you hear you phone start buzzing.

Dankie[01:20]: Baby NO. I’M SO SORRY MY PHONE DIED

Dankie[01:20]: Y/N PLEASE SOME BACK I DIDN’T MEAN TOOO

Dankie[01:20]: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE COME BAC

You[01:21]: im here!

Dankie[01:21]: i m so sorry my phone died

You[01:22]: did you cum?

Denki feels his cheeks heat up again.

Dankie[01:23]:

A few moments later. A video clip appeared in the chat, you opened it much too quickly.

In the video, Denki had his hand wrapped around his shaft while his other hand was palming over his balls. He pumped himself, “I’m gonna come for you, Mommy.” It appeared he had situated the phone so his entire body was captured by the camera. Your eyes traveled down to his toned body, drinking the sight in. Moan escaped his parted lips, opening his eyes and staring at the camera with playful eyes. His jaw hangs open as he finally releases all he had over his stomach, chanting a string of your name and curses.

“Fuck, I really wish you were here now.” You heard him hiss “Really wish this was your mouth instead of my hand.” he whispered, his agile fingers move swiftly as he collected the white substance and then moving his hand upto his lips. Parting his lips swirling his tongue around his digits, sucking off the creamy substance and moaning louder for you. His eyes darkened with lust and hunger as he swallowed down every last drop, moaning at the taste of his warm cum causing your breath to hitch as much as he let out a series of seductive,soft pants.

“Why don't you come here and ride my cock?”

Your walls tighten around nothing and you immediately got up, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath.

You[01:43]:im coming over. gonna make sure you end up in the hospital for weeks after i'm done with you kaminari denki.

Dankie[01:44]: osiht (｡+･｀ω･´ )

Dankie[01:45]:

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Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: Soft T Word count: 3,193 Summary:  When you are hired to be a part of Boba Fett's crew, the last thing you expect is to become embroiled with the Mandalorian that Boba is tracking. As you and Mando get to know each other, an unexpected bond begins to form between the two of you. Notes: Still internally screaming about this episode guys. I don’t even know where it’s going to go from here. Spoilers for 2.06 “Chapter 14: The Tragedy.” If you haven’t watched, proceed with caution or wait until you’ve watched the episode if you don’t want to be spoiled. Warnings: Canon-typical violence, injuries, surgeries, a bit of mutual pining, spoilers for season 2.

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It felt like you had been tracking the Mandalorian forever. Ever since your boss, Boba Fett had seen him riding away from Mos Pelgo with his armour, you, he, and Fennec Shand - Boba’s second in command - had been tracking this Mandalorian. A few times, Fett had lost the track or fallen behind when New Republic ships had shown up on the radar. For as intent as he was to catch up with this Mandalorian, he did not want to get involved with whatever the New Republic wanted with him.

You were recruited shortly after Boba Fett had seen the other Mandalorian ride away with his armour. Fennec was his right-hand woman, you were the - well, you weren’t sure what your job was, exactly. But you had impressive skills with a blaster, having grown up on Tatooine and fighting as a Rebel soldier against the Empire for a time before returning to Mos Eisley following the fall of the Empire.

It was nice to be off Tatooine. You didn’t want to go back there, too many bad memories from the war and even before. Following the war, you hadn’t had a choice but to go back there. It was where your family’s home was, and you didn’t have anywhere else to go. When you heard that the elusive Boba Fett was looking for someone to help him track down another Mandalorian, you jumped at the opportunity.

As Slave I landed next to the Razor Crest, Boba handed you a blaster. “Fennec, you’re lookout.” He turned to you. “You’re with me.”

As you got into position, you could faintly hear the Mandalorian shout at the small, green creature that was sitting on some sort of rock. “Hey! Snap out of it, we don’t have time for this!” It was then that you saw a faint blue beam rise up from where the child was sitting into the sky. You weren’t quite sure what you had expected when you decided to team up with Boba and Fennec, but it wasn’t quite this. “I’ll see if I can buy you some time. Can you please hurry up?” you heard the Mandalorian say.

Dank farrik.

“Put your aim on the child.” You turned to Boba who had just given the order to Fennec.

Fennec’s reply was instant. “You got it.”

You stared at Boba in disbelief. “No. We’re not hurting that child!”

Before you could say anything else, Boba fired a shot from his rifle. He had sensed the Mandalorian before you did. “I’ve been tracking you, Mandalorian,” he said.

The Mandalorian eased his way out from behind the rock where he had taken cover. “Are you Jedi? Or are you after the child?”

That piqued your interest. While you worked with the Rebellion, you had crossed paths with Luke Skywalker once or twice, who was a Jedi.

You spoke up before Boba could. “We’re not here for the child.” You put your hands up in a pacifying manner, showing you meant this man no harm.

“We’re here for the armour,” Boba clarified.

This was something the other Mandalorian had not anticipated. He kept his blaster aimed at the both of you, noticing how you looked nervously in his direction. “If you want the armour, you’ll have to peel it off my dead body.”

You paid attention to their exchange with great interest, not having much to add. You knew little of the Mandalorian culture, but based on what Boba and the other Mandalorian were saying, it was an old, historied one with many variances.

As soon as you heard Boba say that Fennec had her aim on the child on the hill, you spoke up again. “Boba, don’t hurt him! He’s just a child, he has nothing to do with your armour!”

That interested the Mandalorian Din Djarin. Up until now, he had assumed that you didn’t care what happened, that you were an enforcer of Fett’s or something of that nature, even though you didn’t look the part. You were very pretty, he noticed. And compassionate, if that was how you reacted to the threat of a child that you did not know. Interesting. Very interesting.

You caught the Mandalorian’s gaze. “What?” you said sharply. “I saw you handling him earlier, he’s innocent. I don’t hurt innocents.”

“And if you remember,” Fennec said suddenly, “I don’t miss.”

Clearly Mando and Fennec had met before, given his response. “Fennec?!”

“You have a keen ear, Mando.”

Mando looked between you and Boba and back to where Fennec was positioned. “You point that thing away from the kid -” He activated something on his wrist. “Or I’ll kill you all where you stand.”

Boba implored everyone to put their weapons down. You gladly did. As much as you knew your way around a blaster, it wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed using. You wanted a break from all that, but something told you that wasn’t going to be happening any time soon.

* * *

As negotiations went on between Boba, Fennec, and Mando, you kept glancing in the direction of the child that was still surrounded by that faint blue glow. You didn’t know what was happening with him, but you hoped that he was all right.

“And what about you, mesh’la?” Mando’s modulated voice pulled you from your thoughts. You missed the way that Fennec and Boba glanced at each other at Mando’s use of the foreign word that meant nothing to you.

Din was glad that no one could see his face, embarrassment flushing his cheeks at the use of the Mando’a word for beautiful, slipping from his lips without thought.

“What about me?” you asked. “I’m nobody.”

“I have a hard time believing that.” It was your turn to feel flummoxed. “You’re here, aren’t you? Fennec’s his second-in-command it seems, Fett has a clear goal. What about you?”

You licked your lips nervously. “Oh, um. Adventure, I guess? But I wasn’t expecting …” You gestured vaguely. “… this.”

Boba promised protection of Mando and the child in exchange for the armour, alleviating your worry significantly.

But that relief was very, very short-lived as an Imperial-looking ship came into orbit.

Instantaneously, Mando was running towards the stone. Fennec and Boba were arming themselves again. You grabbed your blaster from where it sat next to Mando’s jet pack. You picked up the jet pack as well, knowing he’d probably need it before too long. You put it in your pack that was slung across yourself, watching as Mando ran at top speed.

A stormtrooper came up behind you. You didn’t even hesitate before shooting it with your blaster. Faintly you could hear the Mandalorian grunt. A moment later, a thud.

Glancing around you to make sure that Boba and Fennec had things covered - Boba could have taken on the entire army himself if he had to - you ran in the direction of the Mandalorian.

The child was serene, his eyes shut as the blue light continued to surround him. While you had known Luke Skywalker a little bit, nothing like this had ever happened when he had done … whatever it is that Jedi do. Mando was on the ground.

“Hey! Mando!” You shook him, the steel of his armour cold against your hand. He groaned a little, but did not stir. “Dank farrik. Did you do this?” you asked the child. The child didn’t respond.

Far below you could hear the firefight between Fennec, Boba, and the stormtroopers.

You tried again, shaking his shoulder with more force this time around. “Mando!”

Another Imperial ship landed next to the first one as Mando stirred. He jumped to his feet, not noticing you, his focus entirely on the kid. “That’s it kid, we gotta get out of here!”

The Mandalorian attempted to get near the apparent force-field again, struggling as he got closer. You reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Hey,” you said. “We don’t have time for you to pass out again.”

Mando didn’t listen as he grunted his way towards the force-field, being pushed back into you.

The two of you tumbled to the ground, Mando on top of you. “Ow,” you whined, hitting your head against a stone.

“Are you okay?” the Mandalorian asked instantly, not moving.

You nodded. “I’ll live.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to -” Mando cut himself off.

You shook your head. “It’s fine. We’re not all babies with force-fields on our side. But I’ll be a lot better if you get off of me.”

Oh. Right, Din chided himself. He rolled off you, helping you to your feet. “Stay here with the kid. I’ll buy him some time, protect you two.” He had meant to say “protect Grogu.” But he felt the need to protect you as well, he noticed.

Mando had just gone down the slope of the hill when the force-field surrounding the baby disappeared. The baby blinked a few times, lay down, and fell asleep. You turned in the direction where Mando had gone.

“Mando! Mando! That weird force-field thing is gone!” You weren’t sure if he heard you. Suddenly, you saw the two Imperial ships take off. The child was safe. At least for the time being, you told yourself, if the stormtroopers were leaving. A minute later as you were nearing your way to the Mandalorian and your friends - if you could call them that - a missile hit one of the ships out of the sky, causing the other one to collapse as well.

You had just made it to the Mandalorian, opening your mouth to tell him the force-field was gone when his ship was suddenly gunned down. You went flying in the impact.

Oh, you noticed, there’s a piece of shrapnel coming from my abdomen. A

And then you promptly passed out.

* * *

You came to as the Mandalorian pulled the piece of shrapnel from you. A sobbing scream escaped you involuntarily.

“I’m sorry, mesh’la. But you can’t die on us.” His voice was soothing.

Tears glazed your eyes as you nodded. You were on the Slave I, you noticed then.

“M-Mando. W-what happened? I was coming to tell you the kid was awake and then -” You realized then, as Mando took a pair of scissors to cut open your tunic, that the child wasn’t anywhere.

No. No. How could you be so stupid?

You nodded, just allowing his words to wash over you, wanting to go back to sleep. It didn’t hurt in sleep. “I’m sorry,” you whispered all the same. “I should have stayed with him. I thought - I was stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. I thought we were in the clear too. Then they blew up the Crest. We’re on our way to Nevarro. I have a … friend there, someone who can help us get him back.” Mando ripped your tunic, exposing the garish wound. You blinked back tears as he reached for a Bacta wipe. “I should really cauterize this. But Bacta should be enough until we can get to Nevarro. We’re not far.”

Mando’s voice was calm. He didn’t sound angry with you. How could he be angry with you? You assumed the threat was gone, same as you. He couldn’t blame you for thinking in the moment, for having hope.

“This is going to hurt. I’m sorry I don’t have anything for the pain.” As he placed the Bacta wipe on your wound, you gasped sharply, grasping at his free hand. It was then that you noticed that he had taken his gloves off, revealing his tan skin. He let you hold his hand as tightly as possible as he spread the Bacta wipe across your skin. “That should hold off infection. You should rest.” Mando squeezed your hand reassuringly.

Whimpering in pain, you nodded, stray tears of pain streaming down your cheeks. Mando wiped away one before he stood. “Wait.” Your voice was hoarse. “Stay. Please.”

You hardly knew this man. Yet you found that you wanted to know him. You trusted him. He seemed kind-hearted, wanting to do the right thing. If he asked you later, you would say that it was the pain speaking, but for right now, you needed him close. You trusted him in a way that you couldn’t with Fennec or Boba.

Din sat next to your cot as you fell into a restless sleep. He didn’t know you that well, but something about you had spoken to him. You had a yearning for adventure. A kindness that couldn’t be matched, and he felt himself drawn to you like a moth to flame.

He wondered if you would stay on with him instead of Fennec and Boba if he asked. Din knew that this was no life for you, but he needed a guiding light that you seemed to be. Another voice of reason. He wouldn’t ask until he had Grogu safe with him again and Boba and Fennec’s deal was reached. You had mentioned that Fett had only hired you to help him get his armour back. Which he had gotten.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You stirred slightly but did not wake. Din didn’t know if he was speaking to you or to Grogu. He had meant to protect both you and the kid and you were this close to bleeding out and the kid was on an Imperial ship somewhere.

Fennec’s sudden appearance made him jump. “Sorry. We’re just about to land.” Din nodded. She glanced towards you. “Is she going to be all right?”

Mando looked up at her. “I hope so. There’s no cauterizer on here, which is what she needs. I used a Bacta wipe, which should hold off infection until I can get one.”

Fennec looked almost sad. “She was so lonely. I’ve never seen her so engaged with anyone before today. You’re special to her, Mando.”

Din didn’t say anything to her. You stirred as Fennec left. “Mando?”

The Slave I landed smoothly. “We’re here, cyar’ika. Not long. I just need to speak to my friend about a few things and then I can help you.”

* * *

Boba and Fennec stayed with the ship. Slinging an arm around you to help you walk steadily, Din and you made the short way from the dock to his friend’s office.

“What in the Maker’s name -?” you heard a woman’s voice say.

Mando shifted slightly. “Cara. She needs a cauterizer. My ship was destroyed by Imps, she got caught in the crossfire. And I need your help with something.”

The woman named Cara Dune opened a drawer. “And what is it that you need my help with?”

You only were vaguely paying attention to what Mando had to say as he lifted your shirt to start cauterizing. He said something about a guy named Mayfeld. A criminal? What did Mando need with a criminal? He explained as he lowered the cauterizer to your skin. “This is going to hurt, sweet girl.”

You missed the way Cara mouthed sweet girl? in Mando’s direction. At the impact, your hand seized out to Mando’s leg, grasping at it as an anchor as you groaned with pain.

“I know,” Mando soothed, blatantly ignoring the way that Cara stared at him, a knowing smirk growing on her lips. “Mayfeld knows those ships. I need someone who can help me get in and get out as quickly as possible.” When Cara hesitated, saying that she couldn’t operate that way anymore, Mando said, “They took the kid.”

That changed things.

Twenty minutes later, your wound fully cauterized and disinfected, you felt less hazy than you had. Exhausted, but more yourself. You introduced yourself to Cara properly, remembering vaguely that Mando had introduced the two of you earlier.

A few days later, you were preparing to storm the Imperial ship that Moff Gideon was on. Grogu was on that ship, too. You didn’t like Mayfeld, but he was the best person for the job, Mando had said.

Before your team of people could go in, you stopped Mando. “I um. I want to say something,” you said.

The Mandalorian had hardly left your side as you slept off the rest of your injury. It would scar, he told you, but scars were to be worn with pride. As proof that you survived. “What is it?” he asked, trying not to let his mind assume the worst.

“I - I don’t know what exactly it is that I could do. But I was wondering if after all this is over and we have Grogu back … if I could stay on with you.”

Relief, instant and satisfying, flooded Din’s veins. “I … am sure that we can find something for you to do, if that’s what you want.”

You smiled at the man you would one day call Din Djarin, your husband. It was what you wanted.

It was early days yet, and you knew that Mando and you needed to focus on getting his kid back safely was his top priority before he could find a Jedi to train him, but a life helping him was one that you could get used to.

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yak who this is 😘 So ani and reader are undercover on a mission, and there’s some mutual pining, and they have to play a couple for this and i’ll let you decide from there

I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS HAS SIT HERE FOR AS LONG AS IT HAS.

It’s also like 4000 words for which I offer up no apologies.

No warnings apply. @workitholland

“The two of you will be sent to Corellia,” Mace Windu said without room for argument.

“Spy on the locals, you shall. Learn about the secret ship trading, you must,” Master Yoda said gravely. 

You cast a glimpse towards the Jedi Knight beside you. “If we are to spy, we cannot be seen as Jedi, I’m assuming.”

“No, you are not,” Mace replied, folding his arms. 

“Undercover, you shall go. The cover story, up to you it is. Find the information, you must. Details, we need not ask for,” Master Yoda said.

The Council stared at you in silence for a moment.

“I know this goes without saying, but your mission is secret. Tell no one,” Mace said in a serious tone.

“Yes, Masters,” you replied, bowing politely before excusing yourself from the room along with your new partner. 

You studied him as you exited the room, remembering how close you had been as padawans, having drifted since the war started and put you on different paths. That didn’t mean you hadn’t kept up with the man’s lucrative career. He was a Holonet star in his own right by now, a fact that was not lost on you.

“How are we going to go about this, Master Skywalker?” you asked, turning a keen eye on him.

He seemed to wither under your scrutiny for a moment before regaining his bravado, “You mean our cover stories?”

“We could be siblings,” you proffered.

“Or lovers,” he said with a sly smirk. “We could be on Corellia for our honeymoon.”

“It isn’t a very romantic destination,” you replied. “Pirates and thugs everywhere.”

“Romance can happen under any conditions,” he replied as he got to the transport that the Council had prepared for you. 

“Very well,” you sighed, but you couldn’t help the slight tinge of blush on your cheeks.

The two of you made your way up into the craft, settling in to pilot it. In order to remove suspicion, you were to make a series of jumps instead of flying straight from Coruscant. While in hyperspace, you found civilian clothes and changed. It felt strange to be out of your robes. They were as much a part of you as your lightsaber in a way, an outward expression of your devotion to the order. Looking in the mirror, you turned this way and that trying to alleviate some of the awkwardness you felt.

“You don’t look as bad as you think you do,” Anakin said.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to see him leaning against the doorway behind you. “That’s easy for you to say. You didn’t always wear the robes.”

“No, but I find that the robes sometimes strip us of our individuality,” he replied, coming over to stand behind you. Gently he turned you back towards the mirror, resting a hand on your shoulders, “It downplays beauty and handsomeness in order to safeguard against pride. There is nothing wrong with the way you look.”

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, the moment felt charged. His hands on your bare shoulders were hot, making you wish for the layers of your robes to protect you from the intimacy of it all. “How long before we land?”

“We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace soon,” he replied, dropping his hands from your shoulders. “From there it’ll just be a short while until we touch down in the capital.”

You nodded, “Aren’t I lucky to have a husband who is such a good pilot.”

A playful smirk flitted across his face at your teasing. “Listen, angel, your husband is not just good. He’s the best.”

“A change of clothes for you could never hide your pride,” you shot back with a chuckle.

Anakin shrugged, the smile dropping from his face at your remark as he thought about how many times he’d been chastised by Obi-Wan for saying such things, “Many have tried.”

You watched as he walked out of the room, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror before joining him just as the ship dropped out of hyperspace.

The space in front of the planet was cluttered with ships.

“It’s almost as if they have a battle of their own,” you murmured as Anakin guided the craft through shipping lanes.

“It’s one of the busier ports in the galaxy. The fact that it’s also responsible for building a lot of ships probably doesn’t help the clutter,” he explained as he took the ship into the atmosphere.

You’d never been to Corellia before, and therefore didn’t know what to expect. It was as if there were a little bit of everywhere in the galaxy on one planet, visually. Having spent most of your time on Coruscant while you were growing up, it still felt odd to see cities that sprawled out instead of up.

As if it were almost second nature to him, Anakin gracefully landed the ship in a busy space port.

“Are you sure its safe to leave the ship here?” you asked as you glanced around at some seedy people eyeing up your ship.

“Well, unless you have a better idea,” he shot back as he got out of his chair.

A grimace settled on your face. “Just.... lock the ship up after we leave.”

Anakin rolled his eyes as the two of you left the ship and went towards town.

Your senses were overwhelmed when you stepped out onto the busy street. There were so many sights, smells, and sounds, not to mention people bustling and jostling you every which way. Anakin reached out to take your hand when the crowd started to separate the two of you.

“Stay close,” he said. “I don’t want to have to go looking for you.”

“R-right,” you stammered as you felt how warm and safe his hand felt around yours. “We should find lodgings.”

Anakin nodded and started to tug you down the street towards an inn. You were lucky enough that they had one room left. As you settled in for a meal, the two of you listened closely to the discussions around you.

“The group in the corner,” you murmured.

“What about them?” Anakin asked, tilting his eating utensil slightly to see the group in the silver.

“They’re pirates, talking about smuggling crafts. I heard them when I passed by earlier to use the refresher,” you murmured. “They also mentioned a race. It’s a front. The Hutt who sponsors the race takes possession of the winner. The fastest racer is then given a new ship and told to fly to a neighboring planet for a race that never happens. The pirates intercept the ship and sell it on the black market and the racers are never heard from again. The Hutt tells the people that they left Corellia to race in better places and were killed in a racing accident.”

Anakin’s eyes squinted as he studied them, “How often does this happen?”

“Once a year,” you replied, taking a sip of your soup. “If they did it any more often, they’d get suspicious.”

“And I’m assuming the ship the winner receives is whatever the latest model is from the shops,” Anakin murmured darkly.

“With the newest technology,” you replied. “Presumably it’s then sold to rival manufacturers who take the secrets and make their own versions. The Hutt is then sold the new ships at a cheaper price than what the Corellians would have charged, as well as given a bit of a bonus as a thank you for doing business.”

“Intellectual property theft isn’t exactly a crime we concern ourselves with,” he said thoughtfully.

“It is when the ships are currently being sold to the Separatists,” you shot back.

“When’s the race?” Anakin asked in amusement.

“Tomorrow,” you replied. “Why?”

“That should be enough time,” he said with a nod, getting up from the table.

“Enough time for what?” you asked incredulously.

He gave you a smile and a wink before leaving you alone at the table.

You sighed, “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?”

After gulping down the rest of your soup, you rushed back to the room the two of you were sharing and gave your report to the council.

“Very good,” Mace said. “See if you can find out more information about this year’s model, that way we can hope to figure out what new advances the Separatists will have. Then come home.”

“Yes, Master,” you said, bowing as the call disconnected.

The early morning rays streamed in through the window. You’d missed your opportunity to sleep, and Anakin was still missing. You sat on the only bed in the room as you contemplated how you would go about finding that new information when Anakin returned.

“Why are you covered in grease?” you asked as he headed towards the refresher.

“I was working on a ship,” he shrugged.

“There’s nothing wrong with our ship,” you said, getting up to follow him.

“I said a ship, not our ship,” he replied as he started to strip in front of you. 

You turned to the side to give him some privacy, your cheeks getting hot. “Anakin, what are you doing?”

“I can’t race without a ship,” he said as he stepped into the steamy column. “I can’t use ours in case it gets damaged.”

“You’re not racing, period,” you replied.

“I already paid the entrance fee,” he replied.

Your mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious.”

“I can win,” he shot back.

“That isn’t the point!” you replied with a groan before slamming the door shut and returning to your room. 

Your feet were insistent as they paced back and forth along the room waiting for him to come back out. When he finally emerged, you were all roiled up.

“Anakin, you cannot race. I forbid it!” you said finally.

His eyes narrowed at you, “Oh, you forbid it? Well, then I guess I’ll just stay here!”

You scoffed. “It’s dangerous, not to mention it’s not part of the mission. You don’t have to do this.”

“It’s racing, of course I have to! I’ll be fine. I’m doing this,” he said, pointing at you, “and you... you’re not my actual spouse. You don’t get to decide this. ”

“Of course I’m not your actual spouse,” you shot back, “Like this farce of a relationship could actually work out in the real world. You’re too impulsive and you don’t think about any of the consequences of your actions. Or who you hurt.”

“I don’t care what you think,” Anakin looked as though you had stricken him. “The race is in an hour. I don’t expect you to come, and I don’t need you to,” he mumbled before walking past you and out the door. 

As the door closed behind him, your knees gave out and you sat on the bed. That burst of outrage was so unlike you, and in truth, you weren’t actually angry. You were worried. You held your head in your hands, unsure why you were so worried. Anakin was a great pilot. He was more than capable of handling himself, and yet you didn’t want him to race. Was it because it went against your mission’s directive? Or was it out of concern for his safety? Or... perhaps... you wondered softly, if it was something much deeper.

What you did know was that you couldn’t just sit in this room and not know what was happening. With a sigh, you went to the races. At the very least, perhaps you’d find out more about this new ship while you were there. 

The crowd was charged as they waited for the race to begin. You scanned the line of racers to find Anakin, eventually catching sight of him towards the middle of the pack. Taking a steadying breath, you let yourself fade into the background. You were just an innocent bystander. Nothing to see, but unbeknownst to all, listening to everything. 

Anakin tightened his hands on the controls, feeling a bit of anger bubble in his chest. At the root of it all, though, was hurt. Hurt that the one person who’s opinion mattered the most didn’t support him, didn’t believe in him. He looked out towards the crowd, hopelessly looking for you. When he found you hidden between some Wookies, a smile came to his face.

They came, he thought. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he turned his attention back to the race. The track wasn’t large, at least, not by Tatooine’s standards, but it was still formidable. He flexed his fingers as he waited for the countdown, connecting with his machine like he used to with his pod racer. The lights flashed as engines revved before finally, it was showtime.

Now this is pod racing, he thought as he shot out from the starting line. 

You heard the people around you talking about the new ships, having entrenched yourself in a group of shipbuilders if their uniforms were to be believed. Soon enough, you knew everything you needed for the council. Turning your attention back to the race, you saw Anakin weaving dangerously in and out of the crowd of racers. 

It was as if your feet moved on their own accord, running towards the boundary until you pressed flush against it, your eyes tracking every movement he made. Your hands tightened on the rail in anticipation when one racer cut him off and sent him into a tail spin.

Anakin quickly recovered, muttering Huttese under his breath as he course-corrected. His eyes found you and saw your nervous face. He sighed, feeling guilty at how upset he made you. He wanted to be the hero, the winner, to prove he could do it. But... he also knew what was more important: you. He didn’t have to prove anything to these people about his flying skills. He had to prove to you that he didn’t mean what he said earlier. He did care what you thought. So, he did something that shocked you. He threw the race.

As he pulled into the finish line, you hopped the barricade and ran towards him. Your arms encircled him and held him close. He crushed you back. 

“You’re an idiot!” you said as tears of relief stung your eyes.

Anakin let his shoulders relax as he held you close. “I’m sorry.”

“I got the information we need,” you sniffed. “Let’s just go back and get some rest. Neither of us got any sleep last night.”

He slowly released you and followed you back to the inn. 

You kicked off your shoes next to your bag and disarmed yourself before getting into bed as he walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.

Slipping into the sheets, you buried yourself under the blankets hoping to find a false sense of security, or at least a rationalization for your feelings. When Anakin had almost gotten hurt earlier, it felt as though your heart had dropped into your stomach. You should unpack that, but you couldn’t. Not right now, at least. Instead, your mind drifted to all the late nights the two of you shared as younglings, talking about your hopes and dreams. You remembered talking about what kind of Jedi you wanted to be. With a wistful sigh, you realized it was nothing like the Jedi the two of you had actually become.

The bed shifted softly behind you as a warm body slipped into it.

“Credit for your thoughts?” he murmured.

“How’d you know I was still awake?” you asked.

“I could feel your uncertainty from across the room. Anyone feeling like that isn’t sleeping,” he replied, propping up on his elbow and turning towards you.

You turned back, pleasantly shocked to find yourself staring at his bare chest. “You’re not wearing a shirt.”

“I get hot when I sleep,” he shrugged.

You swallowed and nodded, trying to settle your gaze anywhere but on the set of abs in front of you. “Do you ever think about what we wanted to be when we were younger and how we turned out?”

Anakin’s brow furrowed, “I was a slave and I dreamed of seeing the galaxy. I got my wish.”

“Not that young,” you said with a slight smile, reaching outs to smooth his brow. “Remember when we were padawans and we talked about what we wanted to do?”

“I remember you talking about how badly you wanted to work in the library with Master Nu and me calling you boring for not wanting a life of adventure,” he teased.

“Well, I doubt I’ll ever cease having adventures at this point,” you sighed.

“War changes a person,” he said solemnly.

“I don’t know if I’d ever be content to hide in the library again,” you admitted, “Not when I know everything that’s out there. All the pain... cruelty... things we should be working towards getting rid of.”

“You can’t save the galaxy,” he said sadly. “Sometimes you can’t even save one person.”

“Never hurts to try,” you replied, laying back down on your back.

He looked at you then, dragged his eyes down your face. Gently, he reached over to caress your cheek. “Is that what was keeping you up?”

You leaned into his touch, shutting your eyes. “No.” Keeping them closed, you murmured, “You’ve turned out to be remarkable.”

“I’ll try not to let it go to my head,” he teased.

Your eyes opened, “I’m serious. I always admired you when we were younger. You were, are-” you corrected- “fearless. You were never afraid of doing what you wanted. I wish I had that same instinct.”

Anakin swallowed, looking down at the space between the two of you. “If you could do what you wanted, what would you do?”

Your eyes trailed his naked chest before making their way up to his face. You took in the slight stubble from the long day he had had. Then, your fingers reached up to touch. He looked up at you through his lashes, blue eyes like the endless sky that made you feel like you were soaring within them, falling up into the heavens. Gently, you traced your forefinger down the pink flesh of a scar long healed. He sucked in a breath as you let the hand trail down his face. Your thumb settled in the divot of his chin as the rest of your fingers reached up to settle on his cheek. Feeling bold, you let your thumb slide up to run across his bottom lip as your eyes settled on them.

“If I were fearless,” you said, softly, barely above a whisper, “I would kiss you.”

Hesitantly, you brought your eyes up to meet his to find his searing gaze holding you in place. There was a torment behind his eyes as you dangled a forbidden possibility in front of him. Your heart clenched at having done this to him, having burdened him with the knowledge of your affections. It wasn’t your fault that you felt this way, and it certainly wasn’t his.

“Good night, Ani,” you murmured before letting your hand fall from his face and turning away from him.

“No,” he said shakily, sliding his arm around you to turn you back towards him.

“N-no?” you stammered in confusion.

“You don’t get to just say that and then turn away as if nothing has happened,” he said, feeling impassioned. “You can’t tell me how you feel, touch me as tenderly as you have, and then give me a cold shoulder to calm your own conscience. Not...”he trailed off, licking his lips, “not without giving me the chance to respond.”

You felt frozen in place, fearful of the rejection you were sure would be coming. The chosen one, Anakin Skywalker, surely could never want someone like you, could he? His victories inspired hope. He was the face of the Republic while Master Kenobi was the face of the Order. You were a nobody in comparison.

“I used to always be so tired when we were younger,” he explained, “but, I was also homesick, too homesick to sleep. I always felt so far behind all the other padawans because I hadn’t grown up in the Order, going so far as to train every night. Yet, everyone always treated me like I was above them, like I was untouchable because of what I was, not who I was. Everyone except you. Do you remember when we first met?”

“You were going through the basic lightsaber forms and I told you that your footwork was wrong,” you replied.

“And then you taught me the actual way to do things,” he replied. “You trained with me when no one else would approach me. You were one of my first friends.”

Friends. Your heart sank into a sadness of knowing that this was how it should be, and that you were foolish to get your hopes up.

“And then we drifted and I realized how much I missed you,” he added. “More than I’ve ever missed a friend. I’d see you across the Temple when were both there and I couldn’t meet your eyes because I knew I’d lose myself in them. You always think you can just slip into the background and hide from even yourself, but you don’t with me. You are all I can think about when life gets dark. You’re my light. When I think a battle is hopeless, I remember that I’d rather have you read about my victory instead of reading my name on the list of those who have fallen.”

You swallowed, turning your head away to hide the emotion in your eyes.

He reached out with the metal hand he so despised and tenderly turned you back to him. “Thoughts of you consume.”

In that moment, you came to the realization that the star that was Anakin Skywalker not only burned ever so brightly as to illuminate the entire galaxy, but that he burned for you. 

Your mouth went dry. 

“I’m not a hero without fear,” he admitted, “I have so many fears, but my biggest fear is losing you.”

Your eyes softened as you reached up to cup his cheek, “You’ll never lose me, Ani.”

He leaned into your touch, slowly closing his eyes to savor the moment, “But... I’m not afraid to do this,” he said before pulling you close. His lips pressed firmly to yours and you felt like your bodies were in tune with each other. You molded yourself into him, feeling the force flow freely between the two of you. All were connected through the force, but this rivaled anything you’d ever felt before. Electricity danced over your skin as his touch sent sparks down your spine. Your hands explored the flat planes of his chest, as his hands slipped up your arms, just as warm as earlier. His heat enveloped you as you lost yourself in him until you didn’t know where Anakin ended and you began. In the back of your mind, you knew that this wasn’t something you should be doing. This wasn’t the type of Jedi you should be, but it was the type of Jedi you had become. 

War changes people.

The thought echoed in your head.

War reminds us what’s really important. War shows us what we are afraid to lose. War shows us how far from our ideals we’re willing to fall in order to win.

War shows us where love can be found, because the opposite of war is not peace. 

The opposite of war is creation. 

The opposite of war is love.

The trip back to the Temple was easy. Living with the knowledge of what had transpired on Corellia was not.

As you walked down the ramp, his hand brushed yours, barely holding it. The Council would be waiting for you in the tower spire looming above you. You’d debrief and then you’d be sent on your separate ways.

A small smile settled on your face as Anakin beamed like a god of the sun. His warmth radiated through you and you knew.

Physical difference wouldn’t alter the emotional closeness you’d found on Corellia. You would always be with each other.

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Love you (not) - Chapter 1

I can't believe it's already @marichatmay again... What a year. This time, I won't be jumping in completely blindly into the challenge, I've got it mostly planned out in a single fic, which starts on the same day as Weredad, but embraces the fake-dating shenanigans because yes. This relationship will be mutually unrequited from our beloved characters' point of view, until it's not anymore.

Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1: In which the author sees the fake dating shenanigans canon provided and deems they weren’t enough

“That’s because I’m… In love with you!”

The words still echoed in Marinette’s head hours after they’d been said, and covering her eyes and ears with her arms as she laid in bed did nothing to make them less loud.

Stupid words coming out of her mouth unbidden. Untrue, too.

She ought to have told Chat Noir that she’d had every right to be standing on her rooftop at night, after an Akuma had destroyed her room. She totally would’ve been allowed to feel slightly claustrophobic and want to take a breath of fresh air; or even to want to check that everything was back to normal.

But noooooo. She’d had to declare her love for him. She grunted at the thought that saying she had a crush on him would have been more than enough. He would’ve gotten the gist, he could’ve turned her down gently, and they could have marched on as if nothing had happened. It wasn’t like they ran into each other that often - like this, anyway.

But now Chat was coming over for lunch with her family, and he’d surely want an explanation. How could she backtrack? How could she explain to him that she’d blurted the first thing that had come to her mind to avoid him discovering that she was his superhero partner, whom he happened to be in love with, without telling him that part? You don’t just accidentally confess your love to someone instead of saying you were just hanging out on your balcony.

She tossed in her bed. She had to solve the situation. She had to come clean to him at lunch, at least to clear her conscience.

Maybe sleep would help organise her thoughts so she wouldn’t say anything stupid.

If she could only get the damn words out of her head.

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“That’s because I’m… In love with you!”

Saying Marinette’s words had been unexpected was probably the understatement of the year, Adrien thought as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

His first thought after seeing her had been that she must’ve been a fan. Of Ladybug, at least, and maybe of his. Given how close she and Alya were, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d been out to catch something to contribute to the Ladyblog. After all, her balcony had been a particularly excellent spot that night to snatch some close-up pictures of the heroes, and maybe even an interview.

Not to mention the other reason that explained her presence, which he’d realised after giving it a little more thought: they’d been fighting quite literally on her doorstep.

But even if he could’ve thought about it for ages, there was no way that he could have even suspected the real reason she’d been waiting on her balcony. That she was in love with him. With Chat Noir.

But then again, he thought as he shifted to his side, maybe it did make sense. It kind of explained why she didn’t have a significant other (not that girls needed a boyfriend or a girlfriend, but couples were pretty common at Françoise Dupont). Given how kind and amazing Marinette was, and how many people had had crushes on her (Nino being a fine exhibit A), Adrien had kind of wondered why she didn’t have people flocking around to ask her out. Her being in love with Chat Noir was new information for him, but maybe it was common knowledge, and he just hadn’t paid enough attention.

It wasn’t like they talked about their feelings much at school, he supposed, wondering if that meant she didn’t trust him enough to confide in him. He shook away the small wave of sadness and... was it yearning? that overcame him at the thought, and recentered the topic.

The point was, he’d been too taken by surprise by Marinette’s confession to process it in time and turn her down in the gentlest way possible. Or even at all.

If anything, he’d dived straight into a potential relationship by accepting lunch at her parents’.

That didn’t send out the right message at all.

He had to fix it. Soon, before it got out of hand, so as not to lead her on. He had to do it the next day.

Sleep would help him make his rebuttal as smooth as possible.

If only he could just get her words out of his head.

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As she stood guard on her balcony the next morning, threatening grey clouds hanging over the horizon, Marinette entertained the hope that Chat Noir wouldn’t come over at all, which would solve the problem of coming clean to him, and the newly formed outrage that Chat Noir was falling in love way too easily these days. So much for the strength of his love towards Ladybug, really.

It seemed a little cowardly for him not to respect his commitment to lunch, but it had been pretty last minute, and kind of surreal; she would have understood, and she was sure her parents would have as well. It wasn’t like Chat Noir wasn’t one of the superheroes of Paris; she would have been ready to sign him a waver as Ladybug saying he’d been dealing with some Very Important Business on the other side of town if the topic ever came up with her parents.

This is why she was almost surprised to see him vault across the rooftops, clearly making his way towards the Dupain-Cheng Bakery, just as she’d been ready to give up on his presence. She grunted internally as Tikki gloated, and made her way downstairs to greet him.

Tom stood proudly next to the table, which she’d laid out for four people. She hid an embarrassed eye roll. It almost felt like he was the one who was waiting for his date. At least, he seemed a lot more excited about it than she was.

“Come on Marinette, open the door for him!” He all but pushed her towards the entrance.

She did as she was told, and had barely had time to register Chat Noir’s greeting when she was pushed aside, Tom engulfing her guest in a bear hug. She facepalmed. This was not sending the right message at all .

He’s going to think that I stayed up all night gushing about him to my parents, and that I’m convinced that I’m going to marry him even though we’ve only talked like twice before, this is a disaster, he’s going to think I’m insane and -

Her inner freak out was interrupted by her mother reminding her father that Chat Noir did need to breathe, which coincidentally shut down any analysis of why Chat thinking she was insane would be such a terrible thing, when really, sending him running would solve most of her immediate problems.

She was suddenly facing her partner with a mind void of all social etiquette. How did one greet someone one had recently declared their love to? Was shaking hands appropriate? Or was it more of an elaborate fistbump situation? This situation would be a lot less awkward if my parents weren’t staring and- woah, what does he think he’s doing?? She thought as she saw Chat lean forward with his lips puckered up. Surely we’re not there yet?! Even if I told him I loved him?

She froze as his face approached hers, her lips automatically kissing Chat’s cheeks when she realised he was simply going in for the classic, friendly, Parisian bise . Thank goodness , she sighed discreetly as they pulled away.

“Here, I wasn’t sure what to bring,” Chat Noir scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he handed her a rose.

A pale pink rose, she noted as she took it. Symbolising gentleness and gratitude. He wasn’t jumping into this relationship like he did with Ladybug. There was hope yet.

“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you,” she replied with a smile, interrupting her father before he blurted out whatever well-meaning, but unhelpful and slightly embarrassing speech he had lined up. She turned towards her parents. “Maman, Papa, is lunch ready yet?”

“Not exactly, I’m sorry, Mr. Chat Noir, I wasn’t exactly sure when you were arriving…” Tom replied a little sheepishly.

“That’s perfect! I mean, it’s fine, Papa, don’t worry about it. Can Chat Noir and I go upstairs for a bit?” Marinette laughed awkwardly.

Sabine smiled knowingly, and put a hand on her husband’s arm. “I think that’s a great idea. Tom, why don’t you prepare some vol-au-vents for them to snack on?”

“Of course!” Marinette watched her father rush around the corner and pile the amuse-bouches on a plate. “You’ll have to tell me what you think, I tried a new recipe in honour of young love.” He shoved the plate in Marinette’s hands and all but pushed them up the stairs. “Have fun, you two! And leave the door open!”

Marinette ran up the stairs and put the plate down on her desk before hiding her face in her hands, mortified. “I’m so sorry about my Dad.” She peeked at Chat Noir from behind her fingers. “He’s not usually this intense with people he’s just met.”

“I kind of like it, actually.” Chat smiled. “It’s nice that he cares.” He picked up a vol-au-vent and studied it, before gobbling it down. Marinette could have sworn that his gaze had darkened.

She played with a piece of fabric that poked out from her project hamper, unsure what to say next. Chat ate another pastry. In the silence that surrounded them, the slight pitter-patter of the rain that had finally broken out on her roof was deafening.

“Listen, I need to tell you something-” They both started simultaneously.

“You go,” Marinette gestured towards him.

“No, you,” he gestured back.

“You’re the guest, you should go first,” she encouraged him.

Chat Noir took a deep breath and accepted to bite the bullet. “Listen, Marinette, I really like you. You’re amazing. To be honest, I’d love to know you better…” He scratched the back of his head.

Marinette had bitten the inside of her cheeks as she kept a smiling façade during his praise, but she had to interrupt him. “Chat… I really don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, I put you on the spot last nice and I’d really hate you to think that because I... have feelings for you,” she winced as she spoke, even though she knew deep inside that there was no better way of putting it and that she had to stick with her lie, “you have to go out with me or something, or even stay here.”

“There’s no obligation, I promise, Marinette,” Chat said earnestly as he looked at her put on a brave face. It was just like her to put her feelings aside if it could make him happy, but he couldn’t just leave. He had to make sure she was alright. She deserved that much, if not more. She was such a great friend.

“But really, if you have better things to do, I’d totally understand it…”

In the peculiar light of the spring shower, Marinette looked particularly anxious and tormented, Chat Noir noted. Leaving now, even though it would be best in the long run, was just a recipe for an Akuma. And if she did indeed get akumatised, he would feel like he’d planted a seed, and their environment had quite literally immediately gone to water it.

“If it’s what you want…” He probed.

Marinette realised that Chat looked very dejected at the idea of leaving; the way he gazed longingly at the vol-au-vents made her question if her partner ate enough as a civilian. She sighed as she saw that outside, the rain had intensified. She really couldn’t let him go now. Cats didn't mix well with water.

“ A table! ” Her mother’s voice came exactly at the right moment.

“I’d be very happy if you stayed.” She smiled, extending a hand towards him.

“Really?” His tone was hopeful as he walked towards her and took it.

“Yeah.” She led him downstairs, shaking her head imperceptibly at the thought that she was probably making a big mistake by doing this.

Seeing him laugh out loud at her father’s bad jokes, tears streaming down his face as he held his sides, before proceeding to eat like he hadn’t in a decade, encouraged by her mother, made her change her mind. Maybe she could keep up the charade for a bit, if it meant he could be this happy.

After all, even though she didn’t love Chat Noir that way, she still loved him a little bit. Enough to keep him out of the rain, that was for sure.

[faunusrights]

WIP TITLES ASK GAME

Rules: Share the titles of each of your current WIPs, and, if your followers ask, share a preview of the one that sounds the most interesting. Send this on to mutuals who you are curious what they’re working on.

tagged by @texanredrose who probably dislikes me personally for this HGDFSGHJSDF. tbh i often don't title like ANYYYYY of my WIPs until i have to input them onto AO3, so uh. i am going to have to bullshit some names. also i'm gonna do tex's thing and add a little synopsis if i TRULY cannot think of a title lmao.

note: i am NOT counting WIPs that have at least one chapter posted because otherwise we will be here FOREVER AND EVER so uh yeah. this is just stuff trapped in my gdocs. also it's just RWBY for the sake of keeping it simple, stupid,

anyway uh am tagging @edarzhar (bitch) and @flawedvictori too!!! perish,

(this got long so here's a cut)

Bunfeed Bunsolved: The Valley Walk -- YES this is still happening just very slowly. this is the first cinder/velvet fic of the series and i am SO excited because it gets Weird out there. also it's mostly all about how much cinder likes hiking until she's actually doing it. inspired by the horror movie The Ritual (2017) if you MUST have context,

Ode to Stray Dogs -- it's that guard dog!Weiss/Cinder AU i posted the entire plot for a week or so ago! i love love love this AU and it WILL happen and it IS happening i'm just very slow about it sdhjfghjsgdfk anyway weiss becomes cinder's guard dog. that's the fic. also it's very kinky.

Untitled Velvet/Cinder Fic I -- it's untitled and it's a fic! this one is about, erm... a high-class restaurant/bar/whatever that also doubles as a kinky hook-up joint because you can pay for the servers to let you get freaky with them??? im SO sorry this au legit was so spur-of-the-moment but anyway velvet is there being very hot and cinder, emerald and neo are there like 👀s about it sfdhjsgdfgk

Untitled Velvet/Cinder Fic II -- HAH THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!!! this one is also just a stupid dumb kinky idea but anyway it's about... um... well... it's... [makes vague gestures] i feel like if i try and explain this one people are going to be like 'really' at me BUT IT'S REALLY HOT OKAY I'M JUST!!!!!!!!!!! look if i say it has excessive cum and involves like all the girls of rwby can we just agree to leave it there,

Pâte à Choux -- velvet/every girl. they have sex. every girl. and velvet. i TRULY need to say no more,

Untitled Cinder/Neo Fic -- okay this one is good. cinder and neo gatecrash a mistrali wedding in which cinder talks to everyone to gather just enough knowledge to pretend to be a very distant relative whilst neo demolishes the buffet. they are both dressed terribly and get really drunk and whilst the groom is very suspicious of these two two nonbinary lesbians cinder gives the wife a really expensive gift and so she's like 'do not fucking kick them out MICHAEL' and it's very stupid and dumb. anyway they do this once a week,

Untitled Cinder, Mercury, Emerald, Neo, Roman Fic -- chatlog! been poking at this one for a bit... it's just the CRME + Neo groupchat and it's a disaster also it's cinder/velvet again I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW SHUT UP I KNOW

Untitled GWS!Weiss/canon!Weiss fic -- you know the one. very horny. also very sad???

The Grimmification of Ruby Rose -- here's the bitch!!! this is happening albeit very slowly. in this AU, grimm are actually infected people (THIS WAS BEFORE CANON MADE IT COOL) who turn into grimm over a period of weeks/months! ruby gets infected when she's 15 and decides to kill salem before salem can kill her. currently tinkering with the idea of making it ruby/velvet but don't quote me,

Untitled Faunus AU (aka The Academy of Menagerie) -- a modified version of my Everyone Is A Faunus AU, in which all the cast are faunus and attend the academy of menagerie, which has been invited to participate in the vytal Festival for the first time in its 25 year history. naturally, teams RWBYJNPRCFVY etc show up and wreck shop.

The Misadventures of Blake Belladonna's Silicone Dick -- THIS IS HAPPENING I SWEAR TO CHRIST it's SO funny i have to finish this eventually!!! anyway this is about a non-binary transmasc blake (aka my regular blake) who uses a packer!!! people find out and things get ridiculous. namely it somehow ends up on the roof at some point,

Untitled Snowboarding AU -- this one is one of those horny ones that isn't horny on the surface but is getting there. anyway ruby wins tickets for an all-expenses-paid trip to one of the schnee resorts up in solitas and gives them to blake and velvet who end up there in her stead. they meet weiss schnee, professional snowboarder, and it turns out that when weiss is amped on adrenaline sahe is absolutely 100% down 2 clown... so yeah it's weiss/blake/velvet fhgjsfdj

Untitled Dishonored AU Spinoff -- for Tex!!! the person who inflicted this upon me. it's a little story set in the dishonored au in which we focus on velvet--in charge of the vale rebellion--and cinder, who is a Crime Lady looking to help the rebellion out if only so she can get back to doing crimes all the damn time. its also about velvet strategically avoiding all of rubys text messages as she runs around like a clown. people die!

My Summer Car/RWBY Crossover -- this is another one i'm gonna get to EVENTUALLY. in which taiyang and summer leave for vacation in mistral and yang goes and hangs out in vale for the summer, leaving ruby in the house alone with nothing but a shitty old car for company. probably ruby/velvet. shenanigans ensue.

Sims Medieval/RWBY Crossover -- i've been working on this one FOREVERRRRRRRRRR and it Will happen. it will. ruby is the bardic hero of the kingdom of vale in service to her majesty glynda goodwitch! along with nine other heroes, ruby has to help save vale from an untimely end... but the old queen salem still lingers in the shadows, and threatens to consume all the kingdoms in her great maw. can ruby, armed with little more than a lute and her wits, help save vale? probably not but she CAN play a banging ballad,

Untitled Taffeta/Sienna/Sherveen Fic -- dicks out for milfs that is all

Untitled Ash/Ghira/Taffeta/Kali Fic -- dicks out for dilfs that is all

not as many as tex but then again if we counted all the motherfuckers still in progress................. yikes. anyway here's that. i've probably forgotten a few/ignored ones that are similar concepts to these just in their own little branches (the aufeis fic has like a BILLION snippets in my files i just count em all as the same thing sdhjgf) but whatever. anyway. pass the curse along.

[erin-bo-berin]

Silencio

MASTERLIST

Remember this post? Well the fic I was writing when I posted it is finally here. It’s a tad shorter than most, but it’s kinda meant to be a quickie. Pun intended. Also not gonna lie, the gif was very inspiring too. Happy reading and beware of Spencer Reid feels.

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: M (smut)

Word Count: 1,759

Spencer was extremely stressed, that much you could tell.

You had just gotten home from a trip to the grocery store earlier that day when you had gotten a call from your boyfriend.

“Hey, you,” you smiled, happy to hear his voice.

“Hey, Y/N.”

His voice was strained and gruff and you frowned, concerned at the unusual tone of his voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just been a rough day.”

You didn’t have to see him to know he was rubbing one of his eyes and running a hand through his hair, two common gestures he did when he was stressed.

“I’m sorry,” your brow furrowed, your sympathy for him seeping through the phone.

He had a tough job, working in the FBI and catching killers. It definitely wasn’t a job for just anyone.

“I was just wondering if maybe you could come down and have lunch with me? I thought maybe that would help me some.”

“Of course. I’ll pick up takeout for us and be there soon.”

“Thanks babe. See you soon.”

Getting takeout you did. 

You’d grabbed both of your favorite dishes from the Mexican restaurant you both loved and headed for Quantico.

Exiting the elevator half an hour later, you walked towards the doors of the BAU, opening them to see a deserted bullpen, which was quite unusual.

“Where is everyone?” you asked, seeing your boyfriend at his desk, hunched over some paperwork.

“They went out for lunch. I thought I could use the peace and quiet.”

You nodded in understanding, holding up the bag of food.

“Where shall we eat?”

He stood from his desk, motioning for you to follow him. It was then you noticed his tie missing from around his neck. With one glance at his desk, you saw it bunched up in the corner. It must have been a bad day.

“I figured we could eat in one of the interview rooms. It’ll be more comfortable than sitting at my desk.”

You followed him out of the unit and down the hall just to the right of the doors. He opened the door, allowing you to walk in first.

You walked in setting the bag on the table in the room. You turned, walking back towards the door.

“They didn’t send any napkins but I can go grab us some from the coffee nook in the bullpen.”

When you returned, Spencer still stood in the same spot of the doorway, holding on to the doorknob, his eyes watching your every movement.

You paused in the doorframe, a questioning look on your face, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

“What?”

His eyes roamed your face, his tongue moving over his lips. In a blink of an eye, he had you pressed against the door jamb, your face in his hands and his lips moving with yours with such fervor it made your knees tremble.

His hand tangled in the back of your hair, gripping it tightly and his body pressed against yours. The other hand was splayed on your side, his thumb moving just shy of the side of your breast.

“Spence,” you mumbled in the mere second his lips parted yours before connecting with them again. Your next few words could only come when he parted for breath again.

“What about lunch?”

“Not hungry,” he answered, his lips still close to yours.

It truly was like a magnetic force pulling your mouth back to his. It was sloppy, it was heated but it didn’t really matter at the moment as you lost yourself to his kisses.

Apparently stressed and horny was not a good combination.

His body rocked into yours slightly as he kissed you like his life depended on it. Not that you were complaining though. 

His hips pressed against yours, pressing you even harder against the doorway as his tongue moved with yours. He moaned lowly, clearly having some pent up energy to dispel.

His hands had traveled down your body and were now working their way underneath your shirt. They glided up your skin gently, palming your breasts through your bra. If you weren’t worked up before, you sure were now.

He had just pulled off your shirt, tossed it into the room and was about to kiss you again when you heard voices.

“Spence, we gotta stop,” you warned, moving to retrieve your top.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling you into the room and shutting the door behind you.

He picked you up and set you on the edge of the table, sliding the bag of food in the opposite direction. The voices were getting closer and you grew panicked, afraid that the team were heading towards this room.

“Man, I can’t believe our favorite restaurant was closed today,” you heard someone say.

You were pretty sure that was Emily.

“Well, we can order pizza,” came another voice.

Matt.

“Pizza again? We’ve had it twice this week,” you heard Penelope groan.

You visibly held your breath as the voices grew in volume, but the door didn’t open. You did however hear them enter the next room over.

“Spencer, they’re right next door,” you whispered, biting your lip as he kissed your neck, sucking on a spot gently before running his tongue over it.

“Then we’ll just have to be quiet,” he murmured. 

“Are you serious?!” you whisper yelled, tilting your head back as his lips reached your throat.

“As a coronary thrombosis,” he mumbled against your ear, smirking at your groan.

His hands tugged at the waistband of the sweats you’d thrown on that morning. You lifted your hips as he pulled the sweatpants over them and down towards your ankles. With one yank, your underwear followed.

Your fingers worked to unbutton his dress shirt. If he was gonna get you worked up, you would be delighted to return the favor. 

Your palms moved up his stomach and over his chest as you sucked on his jaw, just below his earlobe, a place that he had a weakness for. He groaned lowly, his arousal growing against your leg. He fumbled with unfastening his pants as he kissed you again, your hands working over his.

The excitement of the current endeavor had caused a hot lava sensation in the pit of your stomach and all you wanted was him as close as possible. You throbbed with need, the idea of trying to be quiet making the entire thing even hotter.

 Your fingers dipped into the waistband of his underwear, helping him pull them off. You stopped briefly to run your fingers down the length of him, teasingly, making him grit his teeth.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to be anything but quiet,” Spencer warned. 

You heard a burst of laughter coming from the room next door and you bit your lip as he slid inside you, trying desperately to quiet the moan that wanted to escape.

“Oh god,” you groaned softly, halfway giving in to the temptation.

“Has anyone seen Reid?” you heard from the next room.

You smirked, gripping his arms.

“He’s a little busy right now,” you mumbled, moving your hips with his.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned into the crook of your neck.

“Shh,” you half whispered, half moaned.

The only sounds in the room besides the voices from next door were your labored breathing and your bodies moving in sync. He gripped your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the table, moving faster within you. Your moan came probably a little too loud.

“Spence,” you whimpered.

You were struggling to stay quiet. It was ironic how now that you had to be quiet, it seemed like your body wouldn’t let you be. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as you gripped the edge of the table.

You’d never been very vocal before, but now all you wanted to do was practically scream his name, that’s how wild he was driving you at the moment.

He was struggling as well, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he thrust, his own deep moans increasing in volume.

Whether you were getting too loud or he was, you had no idea, but he grabbed your face, kissing you hard, your mutual sounds of pleasure being muffled into the kiss.

His hand moved through your hair, gripping it as he kissed you, your bodies in perfect rhythm with one another. 

Your head was pounding and your entire body felt like it was on fire. You broke the kiss, your back arching into his chest, desperate to cry out.

“Oh my god, Spencer,” you groaned, his fingers coming down between your thighs to rub you.

He went tumbling over the edge, head thrown back and lip bit until it almost bleed. Slight whimpers emitted from his throat as he, too, desperately tried to remain as quiet as possible.

You were severely struggling at this point, your nails clawing at his back, your pants and groans becoming more frequent. You couldn’t help it, he just felt so good. 

He groaned appreciatively when you told him so. 

You were nearing your own edge and his hips and fingers worked hard to bring you tumbling into the abyss. 

You buried your face in his shoulder in an attempt to muffle your moans. Your teeth briefly sank into the skin somewhere between his shoulder and neck as your own orgasm hit you. It was the only way you knew how to keep quiet. If it bothered him, he showed no sign. His fingers were gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises anyway, something you hardly paid attention to in the heat of the moment.

When your intense euphoria had ebbed, you fell away from him, panting, your head falling back. His lips traveled up your chest and throat to your lips where he kissed you softer than previously.

“Thanks for lunch,” he smirked, pulling away from you.

He pulled himself together as you dressed again. He reached into the bag of now cold food, grabbing his lunch.

He kissed your cheek, telling you he needed to get back to work and that he’d see you later.

“Maybe we can have lunch from Tres González more often,” he winked, before walking out.

You chuckled as you gathered your things and your lunch, feeling quite proud that you two had somehow managed to pull it off.

It was only when you were passing the team in the room next door that you heard a comment from Luke.

“Holy shit, is that a bite mark, Reid?”

Well, shit.

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[jungc6ck]

Deeper ksj x jjk

♦ Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

♦ Genre: f2l? Smut

♦ Summary: Jin and Jungkook watch a movie together after everyone else goes to sleep, but Jungkook can’t pay attention to anything but his hyung’s lips and what they might feel like on certain places of his body.

♦Rating: 18+ (M)

♦ Warnings: oral sex, anal fingering, mutual masturbation & masturbation, sex, just pure sex. Kind of dom!Jin and sub!kook, orgasm denial, edging, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, role playing, hyung kink??, just a bit of fluff at the end.

♦ Words: around 4k

Jungkook loved spending time with his oldest hyung, they sometimes fought and wrestled but it was always only out of pure love and playfulness. That was one thing the both of them had in common, their playfulness and sense of adventure.

For this week’s adventure, the both of them had agreed to watch a movie together after everyone else, one by one, had gone to bed or simply just went to their rooms.

It was quiet and dark in the house, all but for the lights and sounds of the movie.

Jungkook sat with a blanket draped over his lap right next to his hyung, but he wasn't looking at the screen.

For some reason Jungkook's eyes kept focusing on Jin's full lips and his slightly parted mouth. They looked like comfy pillows. Jungkook had always admired his hyung, everything he did, his charming good looks, but tonight his looks was all he could focus on. He wondered if it was because he was just disinterested in the movie Jin had picked or maybe it was that extra cup of coffee he had drank a little too late in the evening. Either way, he did everything in his power to try to simply just figure out what this movie was about.

Jungkook's mind continued to wander and stray further the more bored he got, tuning out the movie entirely and letting his head flood with thoughts of Seokjin right beside him. At first he wondered what his pillowy soft lips would feel like if Jungkook were to just poke at them. Soon the little thought snowballed into so much more, eventually leaving him wondering what they would feel like against his own. Still, this train of thought continued, especially the more he stole glances over at Jin. it got to the point where Jungkook was soon wondering how they would feel around his cock, how tight they could wrap, how well they could cushion his teeth as Seokjin took him into his warm mouth.

He shivered before shifting in his seat in a not so sly way to try to get his already out of control erection back under control, or at least from visibly popping straight up in his grey sweats.

Jungkook felt very nervous as if Seokjin somehow might be able to read his mind and find out he was thinking these kind of dirty thoughts about him, but Jin didn't even look at Jungkook still wriggling uncomfortably next to him. Jungkook focused back on the TV but he just couldn't make his mind stay on anything else now that wasn't the entirely beautiful but oblivious Jin right beside him.

Jungkook knew this wasn't right thinking about his hyung like this, they had know each other for so long and had been so close. He told himself it wasn't his fault that he had been too busy to get himself off for an entire week, and that's why his mind was doing this, thirsting after anyone who happened to get this close.  

Jin stretched a little and let out a small groan and a yawn, it only made the younger’s cock harder and twitch more in his sweatpants. Jungkook’s mind strayed again to the fact he knew what Jin's grunts in bed would sound like. He never paid much attention when working out with him or at dance practice when Jin would let out a grunt, but now it was all Jungkook could hear in his head.

Out of the corner of his vision he could see Jin focused on the TV, having no idea what he was doing to Jungkook. He looked so concentrated that he probably wouldn't have even noticed if a train ran right through the room.

Jungkook's cock ached so badly that he could feel the large amount of sticky precum it was weeping onto his thigh. He wanted his hyung to touch him, but he knew he couldn't ask, it would freak him out, it would ruin their friendship forever, he would never talk to Jungkook again, he would yell at him, he would tell the others. There were just far too many things that he saw in his mind that could go wrong.

Briefly the younger one thought about just heading to the bathroom and taking care of himself, but his hard on wouldn't go away, especially not long enough to get up and walk right in front of Jin to go to the bathroom.

A desperate sigh of "Fuck" left Jungkook's mouth. He snapped his lips closed in panic knowing Jin had to hear him, he had to.

Seokjin didn't react. He continued to look at the screen.

Jungkook got an idea.

He sat back on the sofa and slid his hand under the blanket on his lap and into the waistband on his sweatpants pants. The moment Jungkook wrapped his hand around his needy cock he let out a small whimper of satisfaction, again that his hyung didn't seem to notice at all.

His pumps to his cock were slow and languid under the blanket just to make sure his hyung wouldn't notice. Even at the slow strangled pace he was moving he felt like he could cum at any second with his thoughts alone.

His mind had gone long past Seokjin touching him and accepted that at this point he would let Jin fuck his ass. He wanted it nice and rough, his hyung pounding into him until Jungkook was aching, moaning and messy with his own cum.

Jungkook was suddenly scrambling to stop himself from orgasming in his pants. If he came, it would be hard to hide, Seokjin would surely see the wet spot. He couldn't help himself though, in less than a minute of waiting for the feeling to go away, his hand was back on his cock. This time he felt more brave and worked himself a little faster. His eyes were shut as he concentrated on not making himself cum once again while also enjoying the feeling while his dirty thoughts played in his head.

"Jungkookie." The whisper made the youngest freeze and open his eyes, his still hand on his very rapidly softening dick. Fear engulfed his body as he saw Seokjin looking at him, right in his eyes. Seokjin's brows were furrowed together and the youngest immediately took that as a bad sign. The biggest internal panic that Jungkook had ever had was waging in his brain and body right now, and he had no idea what to do about it.

"As much as I'm enjoying your whimpering and seeing you get yourself off under the blanket, it's making me hard." 

Jungkook's eyes went wide at his hyung words and he was about to apologize until he played the last few words back in his head again. 

Seokjin had said he was hard. His hyung was hard because of the noises he had just been making. He felt Jin's words were so matter of fact and abrupt that it was hard to take in.

Jungkook's eyes flickered to where Jin was sitting criss-cross in his pajamas, but didn't see anything.

"Trust me, I am." His hyung whispered after seeing Jungkook's eyes searching for a tent.

"I-I-I'm sorry." Jungkook whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.

Seokjin scooted closer to the younger one and leaned into his ear, almost touching his skin with their softness Jungkook had been craving to feel.

"Do you want me to help you?" 

Jin’s warm breath raised goosebumps on kook's skin as he wondered if he was just having some kind of horny dream.

Dream or not, Jungkook wanted it so badly, so he wordlessly nodded and removed his hand from his own pants.

He watched as Jin's arm snaked under the blankets, replacing his.

He sucked in a breath at the warm hand that was not his own, wrapped around him in a grip and way that was also not his own. The unfamiliar sensation of someone else not just touching his cock, but stroking it with intent, felt too good to be true. 

"Ah hyung." Jungkook moaned before realizing maybe he should be helping him too. Jungkook’s hand that had reached for the elastic of Seokjin's light blue pajama pants was quickly swatted away.

"Don't worry about me right now." Jin declined.

Right now. Jungkook wondered if Seokjin had something else planned but he couldn't wonder too much because Seokjin's hand got faster, running all the way up to the tip of his cock touching the shaft. It felt unbelievable even without any sort of moisture to lessen the skin to skin friction.

"Hyung I'm going to cum, I'm so, so close." Jungkook's breath was ragged.

"Don't cum." The older boy replied despite how quickly his hand was fucking him. 

"I-I-can't, oh fuck." Just as Jungkook's orgasm started to hit him, Seokjin's hand was off of him.

"No coming Jungkookie." 

Jungkook felt agitated but it only lasted until Seokjin wrapped his hand back around Jungkook's dick again. Jungkook felt even more determined to cum now, he let his head fall back and let the whispers fall out of his mouth.

“What do you want to do Jungkook? Do you want your hyung to fuck you? Do you want to feel me inside of you?”

“Yes, yeah I want hyung to fill me up, I want hyung to use me to make him cum.”

“Do you really want that? Do you want to go to my room? Yoongi won't be back until morning, so we have the whole room to ourselves.”

Jin's offer sounded like it was meant to be, there was no way Jungkook could turn it down. Yet he still couldn't bring himself to talk from the utter shock of the situation, so again he just nodded.

Jin removed his hand from Jungkook's pants and stood, offering a hand down to the youngest. All Jungkook could now see was the large tent in Jin’s pajama pants that had made itself visible upon him standing.

“Did you think I lied to you about being turned on?” Jin teased “let's go.”

He took Jin's hand and interlaced his fingers with the oldest that led both of them hard into the hallway. If any of the other boys were to leave their rooms right now and see them both holding hands with hard dicks, there would be no way Jungkook could play it off as something friendly. Luckily for the both of them, they made it to Jin's room without a problem.

As the oldest closed and locked his bedroom door as kook examined all the figurines that lined the shelves on the wall above the oldest's bed. Jungkook had seen each one a million times before, some he had gifted to him himself. Jungkook took a deep breath as he realized that those were what he would probably be glancing at as his hyung fucked him.

“Jin” Jungkook's voice was timid and nervous.

“Hm?” the oldest asked as he sat on the edge of his bed, waiting. 

“If- if we do this will things be alright… after? Will we still be close?” he was worried the question would put him off from wanting to do this, and Jungkook still very much wanted to do this.

“I don’t plan on making it weird… do you?”

“No.” Jungkook shook his head and went to sit by the older one. “I-what do we do now?” Jungkook was bad at these things and was worried that the moment had been lost. 

“Well we can go on as we were… or I can continue to play the movie in here, and from there it can either be background noise or we can just watch it.” 

“Okay.” Jungkook answered forgetting to pick an option “ the second one”

Jin grabbed the remote from his bedside table and flipped on the TV. He scooted back until his back laid against the headboard and motioned for Jungkook to come closer.

Jungkook scooted until he sat in the spot between his legs so he could lay against him.

The movie once again played but Jungkook found he was once again unable to pay attention, especially now that he could feel his hyung rock hard against his back.

Jungkook was much less afraid of his own words now that he knew Jin wanted this, it put him far more at ease.

"Hyung, please touch me again." Jungkook whined.

"Take your pants off." 

Jungkook effortlessly tugged his sweatpants down and off, deciding the shirt should come with it too.

Behind him, Jin was removing clothes as well but the youngest didn't turn around to look, it was only when they both settled back into place that Jungkook felt Jim's warm, long, bare cock behind him.

There was the sound of a cap popping, but Jungkook thought nothing of it until Jin's lubed hand wrapped around his length. 

The youngest let out a little pleasured groan and let his head fall back onto Jin's chest.

"Remember, don't cum. You can only cum after hyung is done playing with you and using you."

Jungkook let out another whimper, locking his jaw to muster any amount of self control he could as Jin's slick hand glided and pumped away at his cock until it was almost unbearable.

"Hyung-I- I need- I have to..." Seokjin's hand once again came to a stop making Jungkook feel so desperate. "Please please, let me cum. It feels too sensitive right now, I'm so close." 

"What are you going to do for me?" 

Jungkook turned around to face the oldest. He looked at Jin's long cock that could probably reach places inside Jungkook that he didn't even want to think about it. If Jungkook thought about Jin's cock splitting him open one more time, he knew it would him cum.

The younger wrapped his hand around the foreign cock just like he would his own,  before lowering his mouth just over Seokjin's leaking head. He hesitated a moment to look up at his hyung's anticipating haze before it faltered.

"You don't have to." Jin offered.

"I want to." The youngest replied before taking just the tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it experimentally to see the reaction he earned.

Jin let out a howl of a moan that fed Jungkook to sink his mouth down deeper and bob his head faster. Jin squirmed at the sensation of Jungkook going at his cock with his hand and mouth, unrelenting with his speed. 

"Tell me I'm doing good hyung." Jungkook lifted his mouth from jin just for a second to ask.

"So good. Your mouth feels so good." He moaned. "Such a good boy."

Jungkook was elated with the praise. He sank his hyung's cock into his throat so far that it caused him to tear up, especially when his hyung began to hungrily thrust upwards.

Jungkook pulled off of him to catch his breath once more but continued to pump him with his hand. He was just about to lower his watering mouth back onto Jin's dick when he was stopped.

"So good for me. All fours, ass up." 

Jungkook scrambled up the bed to listen to his hyung who was now positioning himself behind him but taking his time for some reason. Jungkook heard the bottle of lube once more, but he still wanted for what felt like forever.

"Hyung, p-" He willed himself to speak through his nerves but his concerned hyung interrupted.

"Do you want to stop?" 

Jungkook felt Jin rub slick fingers over his hole, he sucked I'm a breath of anticipation as a response.

"No, please no. I wanted to say, hyung, please fuck me." His plead was listened to in a way. He felt Jin's fingers press into him, slowly entering him. It felt uncomfortable but Jungkook waited and it got better as he got deeper and deeper.

Suddenly a wave of pure pleasure washed over Jungkook as Jin's fingers worked a spot inside of him.

"Oh God hyung, oh my god." Jungkook muttered as he pushed his ass back further onto the fingers of the man behind him.

"So needy trying to fuck yourself on my fingers like that." Jin almost purred out. Despite being called out, Jungkook didn't stop. Every time he rocked his body back and forth, Jin's fingers sent him closer and closer to his high.

The only thing that made Jungkook slow down was the ache of Jin stretching him further open by adding a third finger, but once adjusted, Jungkook was back to rocking himself into near oblivion, a nonstop moaning mess.

"Please touch my cock hyung, o-or let me touch my cock?" Jungkook stuttered out as he looked down to his cock that was dripping onto the sheets.

"No you'll cum." Jin replied firmly.

Jungkook let out a groan and let his chest collapse onto the bed, but left his ass in the air for Jin to fuck with his fingers.

All he could do was shut his eyes, let out shaky moans and try to hold in what he knew was inevitable. Jungkook was already so fucked out of his mind that his legs shook from over stimulation.

"Hyung, hyung I can't take it anymore, fuck me. Fuck me until I cum, just please let me cum.” Jungkook was almost in tears with frustration.

“Kookie, I told you, you don’t cum until I cum.”

“What can I do to make you cum? I'll do anything. Will you let me make you cum? Will you let me take care of you hyung?” Jungkook said and winced as Jin slowly pulled out his fingers from inside of him.

Jin didn't reply, but he laid down on the bed, grabbed the lube and began stroking himself, making sure that his entire length was coated for Jungkook who got the point.

The younger straddled the older’s hips as the older lined himself up to Jungkook’s entrance.

“Only take what you can, don’t hurt yourself, okay?” Jin directed with care but Jungkook was already sinking down on Jin's cock with no regard, just wanting to feel the high of getting to cum.

Jungkook let out a strangled moan as he filled himself up and stretched himself more with Seokjin’s cock, which was almost entirely now inside of him.

Jin's large hands settled above the maknae's hips to help Jungkook steady himself, but the he man was already bouncing on Jin’s dick.

“Oh god Jungkook, so good for hyung. Taking my dick so well.”

Jungkook just continued to moan and whimper without a real response, his brain couldn't function well enough to make his mouth work.

“What do you want me to do to you after I fill you up with cum? Huh Kook?” 

“My dick, I want to feel your lips around my dick, I want to feel your mouth. Oh god I want to cum so badly.” he muttered the only thing he had been able to think about since they started the movie.

“Ah Kook, ah I’m so close.” Jin warned so Jungkook sped up even though he felt like he was going to burst at any moment. He looked down at Jin, his pillowy lips parted and breathing heavily.

“Cum inside of me hyung, I want it so badly, I’ve wanted it all night. Fuck your cum deep inside of me.” 

Jungkook dirty talk seemed to do the trick. Jin sank his fingers into Jungkook's flesh as he came with a loud moan, holding him down onto his erupting and twitching dick that was pumping his seed into Jungkook. The maknae was barely hanging on, anything could've pushed him over the edge in this moment as he watched Jin’s face contort in bliss. The youngest swore he was about to cum, his own cock leaking and running down the shaft like a melting ice cream cone.

Jungkook sucked in a breath through his teeth as he lifted himself off of Jin.

“Lay down, I’ll take care of you.” Jin quickly got up, letting the other man lay down in his place.

Jungkook watched as Seokjin wrapped a hand around his length and looked him right in the eye. His soft lips brushed against the head of his cock, kissing it softly. If Jungkook wanted to he could cum right then and there all over Jin's pretty face, but instead Jungkook gripped the sheets to brace himself for his reward.

Seokjin licked from base to tip and smirked as the youngest let out a shaky breath.

"I've teased you enough." Jin decided before taking Jungkook into his mouth.

The sight and feel was as glorious as Jungkook expected, Jin's mouth working him as he stared up at him with devilish eyes that would've knocked the breath right out of Kook if he wasn't already panting up a storm.

Jin worked fast with intent, no more playing and teasing, and it was working.

"I'm going to cum." It had been no time at all, merely seconds. As much as Jungkook wanted this scene to last and have it burned into his mind forever, his body wasn't going to let him.

Jin's only reply was a moan that reverberated through Jungkook's aching and leaking cock.

Jungkook's fingers gripped the sheets harder as he bucked into Jin's mouth.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Jungkook repeated over and over as his mind melted and mingled with the high that washed over him. He came deeply into Jin's throat. It was almost too much, too long he laid there just wreathing under his intense orgasm that he didn't want to end.

When it was over Jungkook felt so drained but he didn't miss the sight of Jin swallowing down his cum and wiping his flushed red lips on the back of his arm.

"Hyung." Jungkook panted "Remember when I asked-" He tried to catch his breath "if things would be different? Well I kind of want them to be diff-" 

He was cut off by Jun crawling up his body and kissing him hard, the first kiss of the night shared between them.

"You do this every time and it's so sweet. You ask me to be yours every week even when you know you already are. The game is over, you don't have to but you still do." Jin's smile was wide.

"Just making sure you still like me." Jungkook whispered and closed the distance between their lips again. Their kiss interrupted by a loud beating on the door making Jungkook jump and grab the comforter in surprise.

“Would you guys please knock it off?! you do this every Saturday when Yoongi is in the studio and we’re all sick of it!” Jungkook pouted at Jin beside him at the sound of Hoseok’s voice on the other side of the door.

“What’s going on?” a sleepy Jimin was heard from the other side as well.

“Jin and kook are fucking again.” Hoseok huffed.

“Oh.” Jimin replied before yelling “You guys said you'd let me join next time! I’m mad!”

“Go away!” Jin yelled back to them and it seemed to work.  He turned back to his partner "I swear he doesn't understand that this is a real relationship and he's not invited."

"We do pretend like we're not in one every Saturday just so we can have hookup sex." Jungkook pointed out.

"Do you not like pretending with me?" The oldest furrowed his eyebrows in concern as Jungkook settled into the bed and took Jin’s hand in his hand.

"I love it. I love how nothing will ever be boring with you, and I love you." Jungkook assured his boyfriend, meaning every bit of the words he's said at least a thousand times before.

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