#writing in jager is hard

[auspicioustidings]

Are you still taking requests?? If so can you PLEASE cook up some Gaz/Farah/Alex you'd literally make my week

I also have an ask for Pacific Rim AU so please accept the dumbest little AU drabble on the planet while I am vaguely ill and unable to write anything with substance :') (honestly ask me again in a few weeks and I will do something much cuter)

Drift Compatible

Words: 700

Kyle Garrick had never thought he would be on a talk show. He had never had it on the cards that he’d have an action figure. He really had not considered he might be a sex symbol. Really the only thing in this whole situation that had been predictable was that he was drift compatible with Farah and Alex.

It had been Price that brought them in, argued that they should be allowed to try. Two people being drift compatible was rare enough, but for him to want to spend the time and money to test compatibility for a team of 3? He had turned heads with that one. Luckily the man was a war hero, one of the first Jaeger pilots, so as much as the higher ups tried to find a way to say no, they really couldn’t.

He remembered the first time he had seen a Jaeger in action. Price and Laswell had piloted the hulking machine beautifully, took down a Kaiju before it even got near enough to the coast to hurt anyone. The Teahouse Outlaw (they never did tell him where the hell that name had come from) was retired now, a museum piece. It was when he was looking at it that he had met Farah and Alex for the first time. Took him all of 47 seconds to fall madly in love with Farah. Took 52 for him to fall madly in love with Alex.

They all wound up in the pilot program together, but then it wasn’t really a coincidence. If Price decided you were a Jaeger pilot, then you were damn well going to become a Jaeger pilot. Simon and Johnny had qualified first. He had laughed at how completely covered in paint Johnny had gotten himself decorating their Jaeger with a little illustration of two goldfish in a tank. The Ghost Cleaner was a mean machine and the two of them had a rabid fan club in no time which they were very smug about.

The one country they could never top the popularity charts of was Mexico. Nobody was about to gain more popularity there than the Vaquero piloted by Ale and Rudy. Gaz couldn't really blame the people throwing flowers at them with any public appearance, the two of them were wildly handsome.

Gaz loved that the team Price had made was out there saving the world, but it had been a special kind of torture sitting on the sidelines. At that time there was no way to test for a team of 3 and with Alex and Farah already showing signs of compatibility, they wouldn't test him against either of them. But they struggled, he knew they did. 

They would crawl into bed after a long day frustrated and tired. They were drifting, but it was taking so much more out of them than it should. He had felt so helpless then, only able to hold them and try provide some comfort.

The day Price had revealed their unnamed Jager now with a 3rd station Gaz could have cried. It so immediately made sense then what had been wrong. Farah and Alex were amazing together, but the 3 of them were just right somehow. The first drift was intense, he had actually cried, so had Alex. Farah had cooed at them and laughed as she scrubbed at their faces with her hands to clear the tear tracks.

She had nearly cried when they had told her they wanted to call the Jaeger Walid. She kept it together though as always, just pressing all of her emotions into kisses. 

Price dubbed them all the 141. They became wildly popular, superheroes really. They certainly had some friction with other teams out in the world, but everyone had the same goal, everyone was fighting the good fight in their own way.

The fact that the cockpit was actually a pretty exciting place to relieve some tension with his lovers after a hard mission was really a bonus.

[jagermestern]

heya. Names jager.

'm in my early 20s and based in Norway (gmt+1). I've been roleplaying for 12 years now, and I write exclusively on discord. a bit about me, i’m autistic, i cosplay when i’m motivated, and i draw too. military themes are my go-to, and if you’re worried about it being insensitive, don’t be. I've served and still work in the military, so I approach those themes with both experience and respect.

My special interest is WW2, or military themes in general, but I'm open to a range of darker, gritty settings. I have a ton of ocs, but if we click, I'd love to use my newest one, depending on what you’re looking for.

I have writing samples if necessary.

writing style & preferences

I write flawed, complicated, and often messy characters. I'm not interested in sunshine-and-flowers types, every person carries something broken inside them, and that’s where the most honest writing lives. I love characters who are emotionally damaged, repressed, guilt-ridden, grieving, conflicted. anything that hurts in all the right ways. Angst is a cornerstone of my writing, and slow burn is non-negotiable. If you're not into building tension, planning long arcs, or letting things unravel naturally over time, I'm not the right partner for you.

I have a deep, long-standing interest in military themes, or a dark dystopian vibe. I'm flexible and happy to adjust characters to match a world or dynamic.

writing details

third-person poc

novella / lit+ style

scene-dependent length (anywhere from a paragraph to 6+ nitro posts)

preferred pairings: mxm, fxm, open to t4t (still new to it, but open)

i write exclusively on discord. I typically reply multiple times a day unless something comes up, if it does, I'll communicate that. I expect the same in return. If you disappear for more than three weeks without saying anything, I'll move on quietly. no hard feelings, but i’m not here to chase people or wait around in silence.

I don't do casual, low-effort writing. I care about character, story, and emotional payoff, and I need a partner who brings that same energy. if you're passive during plotting, dry in responses, or expecting me to carry the whole thing, it won’t last. I match energy, always.

That said, if we click, I'm all in. headcanons, worldbuilding, side scenes, playlists, pinterest boards, whatever helps bring it all to life. I like making something that feels lived-in and real.

nsfw is fine, but only when it fits the story and develops naturally. I'm also good with fade-to-black. if it’s forced, sudden, or disconnected from the plot, i’m not interested. I don't write sex-focused plots.

I don't have many limits, but the ones I do have are firm. Bathroom stuff, animal abuse, underage stuff and similar is a big nono as well. don't message me if you’re under 18 and if you have and read this, just remove me without a word, and if you’re not willing to communicate, collaborate, or actually invest in the story, don’t expect it to go anywhere.

But if you’re serious about writing something with emotional weight, long-term character arcs, tension, grief, and real consequences, and you’re ready to dig deep into it, i’m open to talking. just bring your best, and don’t be afraid to write something that bleeds a little.

Fandoms & Genres:

Warhammer 40K

S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series

Metro series

Deadlock

Wolfenstein

Military (WW1 & WW2)

Rainbow Six Siege

Game of Thrones

The Handmaid’s Tale

DayZ

The last of us (game)

Heavy Rain

Hell let loose

Elden Ring

Red dead redemption 1-2

COD

AND MORE

[the-firebird69]

And in Los Angeles the writer strike stopped and her son says they could ride into work and nothing else to do fix the bike and said this is too easy and started writing stuff. It's not what happened they started threatening the empire and no not with driving their bikes up into their car. They're dangerous though but we do have stuff to announce.

-there are about 50,000 people at the first ring no it's 300,000 and a few billion on the outside of the 14th ring and it's getting bigger. They'll try fairly soon

-there are a lot of people bothering him but we have to get some things out there are a huge number of people going to the northern ships and they hear the engines revving and for about 10 minutes about an hour ago really loud and they're bringing it up to speed and stress and blowing out all sorts of carbon it also checking the procedure and they're looking at going over it but they're running it through the emotions right now and they noticed it sounded like before it's a countdown and that's about a day left and I think tomorrow night and yeah that's why Tuesday afternoon song and I was thinking about us and threading as well as stuff and it's Trump and he's going to get he's going to get killed completely I can't stand him this is a jackass

-there's a huge number of people that hate him and they're organizing part is to go after them all over the world and yeah more like you're still at 20% off Island this war over the ships is causing them great losses and huge areas of those are empty tonight they sent so far 2% North globally of the general populace and it works out to be now there's two not to 18% and they're pretty huge still they plan on attacking below too cuz they have to maintain their areas and stop the cloning in the ships they want to see what's in the ships too I think that they're all sorts of piece of hardware Jager and more and they want to find out where this petrified lime is so additionally they're fighting topside it will reduce them more

-they're about 20,000 people trying to head towards the neighborhood to tell our son to shut up but really they're going to go after these trumpsters and they're outside the ring no they're getting here somehow and they're going after Trump's in his positions in the neighborhood and new positions too it's going to be a little war here

-there's a lot more to talk about but we have a couple big things and he's going to get some rest there is a massive war over what he was talking about earlier that is the hard Stone massive is gigantic and pine Island and ships like that are prime targets you see they're big and they have appointments and they're shaped right like the imperium and the gothic Armada. And yes it is our area of expertise and Salazar and got his wife as well with the church out there as attracted a lot of stuff but nowhere near as much as the stone and the stone outside of the Miami area is being looked at by everybody and they want to test it in more and to try to get a piece of it it is a huge deal what he said was huge it's important because this building they found it and they're asking him and he says it's for a test and he probably has some more that were a petrifying to put them somewhere in something in Florida they're looking around I can't find it and he's wondering what color it is so they're trying to do that there's a couple more things but we'll have to wait he's going to shower and rest for a while it's about the war there's a few more aspects and they're going after people that look like us I don't know what that means because we look different but okay baby little fat and they don't get it everybody looks like this cuz I can't help it and the second thing is we are having a problem with warlock or evacuating now the 18% is going to be 2% evacuating which is very huge I'm going to put an alert out in a moment

Nuada Ariana

Olympus

[randomly-random-jen]

Uncalled For Actions (1/?)

A Girl Genius fanfic written in sentences.

At the beginning of the month, I decided to try a new format to break through my writer’s block. Instead of a set number of words to write every day, I chose to write a certain number of sentences--one sentences on the 1st, two sentences on the 2nd, etc., updating the post each day with the new set of sentences.

As that repost is getting extremely long, I’m condensing the first 14 days into one post and starting a new one for the rest of the month.

When Gilgamesh Holzfäller is fourteen, he’s taken on as an apprentice to Baron Wulfenbach as part of a program to produce the next generation of leaders in the Empire--a group that will hopefully get along (although most see this as wishful thinking on the Baron’s part).

He’s learned a lot over the months of shadowing the Baron, but nothing has prepared him for his most challenging assignment: confronting the skeletons in his closet.

PART 1

“I’m telling you,” Gil said through clenched teeth, “this is a really bad idea.”

The Baron regarded him over the edge of the newspaper he read with a withering stare. “Please sit down, you’re agitating the Jägers.”

Across the room, a couple of Jäger guards snickered to each other. Gil glared then crossed his arms, staring out the porthole–pointedly not sitting. The Baron went back to reading his paper with a rustling flourish, the Jägers continued to giggle and Gil pouted as Sturmhalten grew large on the horizon.

* * *

Tarvek watched from his window as the great Wulfenbach airship docked with the tower across the castle. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle a moment before he smelled Anevka’s perfume flutter in ahead of her.

“That’s sure a big one, isn’t it?” she said, leaning against the other side of the window.

Tarvek huffed at her terrible incorrectness–this was nothing compared to Castle Wulfenbach.

“So, how much of a disaster do you expect this farce to be,” his sister asked with humor in her eyes.

“Unmitigated,” Tarvek answered flatly as the stewards ran around the roof opposite of them, tying off the airship. It was almost showtime.

“Oh, come now, baby brother, I thought this was your thing–politics and intrigue-”

“Members of the Fifty Families under one roof with the Baron–this is a nightmare.”

“Always the optimist,” Anevka said with a sigh, patting his cheek affectionately. Tarvek slapped her hand away, and she left–her tinkling laugh following behind.

Across the courtyard, the airship was finally secured and the gangplank clanked down with a hiss of steam that matched the puff of Tarvek’s breath against the cool windowpane.

“I know you’re there,” he said suddenly to the silent room.

From the shadows, the small girl materialized, her wild red hair held in place by a golden headband. “Not fair,” she said, lip out in a pout.

Tarvek ignored her petulance. “Report.”

Violetta glared at him a moment longer–probably considering if she could get away with murder at the age of ten, he imagined–but eventually snapped to attention. “The castle is at capacity; we await only the Baron and his en- entou- entourage.”

Tarvek smiled at his reflection as she tripped over the new word he’d taught her earlier in the day. “How full are we talking?”

“Not including the castle residents and staff, fifty-four delegates of the Fifty families, their apprentices, 270 attendants, and about a hundred Smoke Knights.”

When Tarvek made no comment, Violetta shifted her weight nervously. “Do you really think something bad is going to happen?”

“With the various branches of our family involved, it’s almost a given.” He removed his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. “Just keep your eyes open and stay out of sight, okay?“

Violetta didn’t answer, and when he replaced his glasses, he found himself alone again. She was getting good. She was going to need to be better.

* * *

The deck shuddered slightly as the steam winches kicked in, slowly tugging the airship closer to the landing tower of Sturmhalten Castle. The castle itself looked like the dozen others Gil had visited in the months since officially becoming the Baron’s apprentice, if not a little more war-torn–almost as if the residents failed to repair the century’s old scars of battle as a matter of pride. Knowing what he did of the Storm King myths, it probably wasn’t far from the truth.

“Gilgamesh,” the Baron called without looking up from his paper, “stop fidgeting.“

Gil winced, dropping his hands to his sides before he worried the buttons right off his new greatcoat–a habit he thought abandoned years ago. It was this place–Sturmhalten and all it represented–that was twisting his insides into knots. “I knew this was a bad idea,” he mumbled to his reflection in the porthole.

Across the compartment, the baron sighed, snapping his paper shut with the flick of a wrist.

The expected lecture was interrupted by a flurry of fur and velvet bursting through the door.

The Jäger guards darted out of the way of the diminutive human-canine hybrid the Baron had picked up from an ousted Madboy in Vienna–something about wanting minions as loyal as his dogs.

“Herr Baron,” he called, waving a paper.

“What is it, Barkley?”

Barkley bowed, his snout nearly touching the floor. “Initial reports from our spies inside Sturmhalten, sir. Already five assassination attempts thwarted.”

The Baron took the paper and scanned it. “Only five? I would have expected more.”

“The delegates from two of the Fifty Families have fallen to a mysterious illness producing bizarre symptoms,” Barkley continued.

“What symptoms?”

Barkley’s ears flattened against his skull. “Apparently they cluck now.”

That got a raised eyebrow from the Baron. “Cluck?”

“Yes, and they’ve grown feathers, but only when a bell rings.”

"Sounds like early-stage Oxfam’s Hypnotosia–very contagious. They’ll need to be isolated before the entire summit is laying eggs.”

Barkley nodded. "There have also been rumblings of monsters under the village.

“Well, it is Sturmhalten–I would expect nothing less.”

The Jäger next to Gil clapped his hands. "Monsters? Now hyu iz talkink.”

“No, Skurzi,” the Baron interrupted sternly. “No Jägers at the summit–that was the agreement.”

Skurzi sulked, shoulders hunched. “Hyu say dat now, but just hyu vait until a monster iz chompink on hyu head then hyu vill be all like, ‘why Hy not listen to Skurzi. Oh, howz Hy vish Skurzi vas here to fightz dis big scary monster.’”

The other Jägers nodded in agreement, but the Baron didn’t look at all swayed by the argument.

Gil watched the entire exchange with interest–he’d only recently been taken on as an apprentice, and found the day-to-day running of the Empire predictably tedious but also exceedingly fascinating where personnel was involved. Especially the Jägers. As much trouble as they caused, Gil wasn’t quite sure why his father kept them around but hadn’t found the nerve to yet assuage his curiosity.

The Jägers continued to grumble as they all followed the Baron through the decks of the airship but veered off when they got to the hatch to keep out of sight. Barkley hurried over to the rest of their party, leaving Gil alone with his father.

His anxiety ratcheted up with every clank of the gangplank lowering into place. He’d been excited months ago when his father took him on as an apprentice–some new Empire program to ready the next generation of rulers–but this assignment was going to kill him. There was absolutely no way it ended well.

The Baron suddenly reached out, slapping Gil’s hand away from the button of his coat. Gil cradled the injured appendage to his chest, shooting his father a withering glare. "You could have just said,” he muttered.

“You will be on your best behavior and none of this moping.”

Gil’s glare intensified. “I’m not moping–I have genuine misgivings about this meeting, and you aren’t listening to me.”

He hadn’t meant to say all of that, but his boldness seemed to soften his father’s characteristic sharp edges. “I know you’re worried about seeing the young prince again, but time marches on, Gil.”

Time marches on? An electrifying anger built in Gil, filling his chest and spreading outward like lightning until the tips of his fingers and toes burned.

"That kind of betrayal isn’t something you just forget,” he spat through clenched teeth. How could he think Tarvek would ever be over it when Gil still hadn’t forgiven himself, and he wasn’t the one betrayed?

A hand clamped down tightly on his shoulder. “Control yourself,” his father commanded.

Gil seethed, eyes blazing, electricity crackling around him. Everywhere colors popped extra saturated and bright; sound returned more crisp and clear. Thoughts bounced around his head at supersonic speeds yet his brain didn’t struggle to keep up, and at the same time, reality seemed to slow down allowing for enhanced clarity. The increased harmonics of his voice finally registered, and he blinked, resetting the world around him.

He took a deep breath, letting it out in a shudder. “I’m sorry–I didn’t mean to.”

“The same passion that fuels the Spark often intensifies other emotions, and you must learn to restrain them lest they overwhelm your reason.”

If triggering his Spark was that easy, this trip just got a whole lot more complicated.

[PART 2]

[thehomierobbstark]

Killmonger Fic Idea

How would y’all feel about me writing a Erik x reader fic based on the song ‘When You’re Mad’ by Ne-Yo? I know it seems like there’s probably already been a hundred other fics based off the same concept but I feel like I could finesse a lil sum sum wit dis 😏😏

[charmercharm3r]

Serial Lover

HHJ

Masterlist

wc: 10.2k

Synopsis: A stripper who is a hopeless romantic and a bartender with a million and one failed relationships. What could go wrong?

warnings: smut, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, unprotected sex (don't raw dog it guys srsly), alcohol consumption/drinking and driving (do NOT do), so much miscommunication even I got angry writing it, they're both just extremely stupid, I can't be bothered to proof read this pls excuse grammatical and spelling errors lol

Part 3 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.

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He hated the smell of fake leather, all too potent and unsavory for a material that was supposed to be seductive. His wardrobe was filled with it, Hyunjin couldn’t help that he loved the way he looked in it, accentuating his body in all the right places. Most of the costumes he wore were leather or latex, decorated with bits of red and silver chains to add some dramatic flare. As if he couldn’t look dramatic enough, the red ribbon that tied half of his black hair up was just the icing on the cake.

You loved watching his sets, the music was always the loudest with the numbers he chose. It helped that he brought in the biggest crowds no matter how dead the club was. Your partnership with Hyunjin was a two way street; you provide drinks strong enough to get customers to spend their money on him, not that they needed them– he was just that gorgeous, and Hyunjin convinces them to go back to the bar for more and tip you well. Though of course not as well as the tips he receives. No, that kind of treatment was reserved just for the dancers.

After every set, the first thing Hyunjin did was collect his cash and hide it away backstage, then make his way back to you on the other side of the counter. Today was no different, except he added something new to his stage. Red ribbon wrapped around his bare arms, tying off between his knuckles and ends flowing freely as his hands gracefully swayed, on a mission to reach the bar. You did your best not to stare, focusing all too hard on cleaning a crystal glass that was already spotless. Hyunjin slumped at his usual barstool in the center of the counter, leaning on his arm patiently for you to acknowledge him. You didn’t have to look at him to know he needed a drink. Setting the glass down, you get him his usual.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his arms. The sleeveless leather crop top wasn’t new attire, but the red ribbon popped against his toned muscles so nicely it made your mouth water. It wasn’t like you to thirst over him. Working in a strip club allowed you to come in contact with so many beautiful people, especially the dancers, that you’d trained yourself to keep things professional.

However Hyunjin was new, eight months ago he had joined the club and people instantly fawned over him. It made sense, his proportions were insanely right and his face resembled that of a cat, making anyone that saw him in the neon lights swoon. What didn’t make sense was why he befriended you past that of work. Of course you were friends with the other dancers, but not in the way you were with him. He’d approached you first, asking for a jager and redbull, and charmed his way into your life.

You placed the drink down in front of him, to which he chugged immediately and set the glass back down right side up. “It’s only midnight, already rough?” you asked, taking the glass to refill. As you wandered towards the back of the bar to grab the alcohol, Hyunjin groaned and slammed his head onto the counter. The thud of his forehead on the wood made surrounding customers jump and stare. You poured the drink and placed it next to him. Grabbing a clean rag, you forced his head up and put it underneath him so he had something to lay on. “When I told you you had a hard head, I didn’t mean it was made of steel.” The comment made him laugh dryly into the towel.

“It looked stupid, didn’t it?” Hyunjin lifted his head and looked you dead in the eyes. When you cocked your head at him confused, he downed the second drink and asked again. “This! The ribbon! It looked dumb, right? God, I knew I should’ve just kept to the regular routine.” He pushed the upturned glass towards you again. “‘Nother jagerbomb. More jager, less bomb.”

You didn’t question him, sighing as you switched the ratio to his preference. “I thought you looked great. Sexy,” you said and slid the glass his way, resting on your forearms in front of him.

“You always say that,” Hyunjin chugged his third drink with ease.

“I always mean it.” He set the glass down with the rim to the counter, the two of you holding a staring contest. Even in the blue and purple glow, his features were on full display. Smokey eye makeup, plump pink lips, you could even see the little mole under his eye that added to the sultriness of his persona.

You don’t always flirt with him, your friendship didn’t start out that way. It wasn’t until recently had you taken a particular liking to him in a different way. You’d just gone out on another terrible date with a guy who’d come into the club on a slow night. He’d been charming and fun to talk to in the night time scene, so when he asked you out for lunch a few days later you were excited. Upon seeing him in the sunlight, you automatically got the ick. He wasn’t how you remembered him, maybe it was the change in atmosphere or the way the daylight made it look sickly and frail. You should’ve turned tail and ran as soon as you saw him, but the good angel on your shoulder made you stick it out. That was, until he puked all over your nice white shoes. He was actually ill with the stomach bug and failed to mention it, hoping it’d pass before your date. You’d never run from a man so fast in your life.

Obviously you’d told Hyunjin about this. His first reaction wasn’t to laugh at you for choosing to go out with the guy, but rather laugh at him for making a fool of himself in front of you. The two of you were sat on the couch in his apartment, which was astonishingly clean. Both of you were a few drinks in and slightly drunk, counting his night’s tips and figuring out how he was going to budget it. When he’d gotten tired of thinking, you told the story to ease his worries. “What a loser,” he said, holding his stomach and brushing his hair back with his hand. “You deserve better.”

You’d place the dollar bills into the counting machine and turned to him, “I do! Why don’t you ever stop me from going out with these terrible people?”

“‘Cause it’s not like you listen anyways,” he nudged your knee with his, jokingly. “Even I could treat you better and I don’t even date.”

“Really? Serial lover like yourself could treat me better? Won’t believe it ‘til I see it.” You weren’t serious at the time, in fact– you were sarcastic. But it was as if your words sparked something in him. From then on, you’d catch his eyes lingering a bit longer than usual, touches frequenting your arms and shoulders, making a habit of smelling your hair whenever he hugged you. He’d offer to do things for you that you didn’t realize you needed help doing, or bringing you little things he said reminded him of you. All the telltale signs of a crush. It’d taken you a bit to warm up to the idea that your coworker turned best friend had thought of you as more than that. Honestly, it scared you a bit, leading your relationship to how it is now.

“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me,” he shied away, looking at the upside down glass.

“Stop thinking about eating me and maybe I will,” you countered, smiling up at him devilishly when the flush crept onto his cheeks. Though he was sitting on the stool and you were standing, he still towered over you. “Seriously, I love the ribbon,” your words were sincere, hoping the seriousness of your tone helped him understand. Stealing the glass from under his hand, you poured one more drink.

“You’re trying to get me drunk.”

“I am. Drunk Hyunjin always listens to me better.”

More than anything, you were compensating with your hypersexuality to combat the feelings he made bubble inside of you. Hyunjin knew this, he knew you. Which is why he never pushed himself to admit that he had more than a crush. He wanted someone unattainable and so in love with the thrill, someone he knew could never be okay with a singular, overbearingly loving person. Someone like you would never work with someone like Hyunjin. 

But knowing this wasn’t the same as accepting it. So still, his heart wrenched at the doe eyes you made at him, for him. He knew exactly where you stood, you weren’t subtle in the flirting department especially since after the drunken mistake of telling him you wanted him to prove he’s better for you than anyone you could’ve dated. That’s where his dilemma lies. Hyunjin knows you love the chase, you love feeling wanted until all you receive is undying love and eventually become bored. All Hyunjin wanted to do was love you. You were a prize he wouldn’t let himself win.

On your end, you pushed the feelings down as much as possible. Somehow they always came back up as soon as he even so much as glanced in your direction. If someone had asked you what your dating life was like, you’d say pathetic, repetitive, maybe a little unhinged at times. It wasn’t like you were dating just for the sake of going on dates. You genuinely wanted to find something with someone whom you could love unconditionally and love you unconditionally back. You had. He was sitting in front of you, clad head to toe in back leather and latex and wore red ribbons in his hair. He loved your drinks, listened to you when you spoke– really listened, he tied your hair up when you had one too many drinks and helped you change clothes then tucked you into bed. Being with him was so domestic, it felt all too natural and scared the living shit out of you.

The raven haired man before you fiddled with the fabric between his knuckles. “I have one more set tonight. Will you watch?” he asked without looking at you, but taking a quick peek at the drink he’d internally battled about finishing.

“You know I will, angel. I’m your biggest fan. Remember?” Hyunjin shivered a bit at the nickname, he knew you really were his biggest fan. The feeling was mutual, that’s why he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to redirect the conversation, “my number one supporter and number one worst tipper.” With that he downed what would be his last drink on shift while keeping his eyes trained on your smiling lips, the liquid courage dripping down his throat all too casually. Bravery or stupidity, he didn’t know which it was that pushed him to drop the glass upside down again, this time brushing his hand over yours that rested on the counter while the other raised to tip your chin up, forcing you to look him directly in the eye. It was a quick moment, fleeting all too fast for either of you. Your eyes locked for the split second he had his fingertips on your face, shooting you a wink before whisking off backstage for an outfit change.

His touch left your skin burning even though the air conditioning was on full blast behind the bar. You watched him walk away, longing for the confirmation you needed just to know that he wasn’t playing with your mind. Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you held in, you let your head fall onto the towel that he was using and cursed Hwang Hyunjin for making you feel like this.

Hyunjin strode into the employee lounge of the club, throwing himself onto the first soft surface he could find. That happened to be the love seat, already preoccupied by another dancer named Felix. Hyunjin’s usual attire consisted of blacks and reds, versus Felix who opted for bubblegum pink, his signature color. The two of them next to each other looked almost comical as Hyunjin dangled his legs over the arm of the seat and rested his head in Felix’s lap. “You smell good,” Hyunjin mumbled at his friend, closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax.

“You’re so obvious,” Felix laughed at him, poking Hyunjin’s cheek. “You can’t go five minutes without talking to her.”

“I. Am. Dealing.” Hyunjin waved his hand to try and be nonchalant. It didn’t work.

“Dealing so, so terribly, my young and in love friend.” He knew the bubblegum boy was right. He didn’t try to hide it, the small stunt at the bar proved it. If anything, he was holding himself back. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe he was just over the game. Maybe he’s decided to get his answer tonight. “Lix?” His friend responded with a hum. “Do you have any white costumes I could borrow?”

The club wasn’t bustling with people, you didn’t expect it to be on a Thursday night. Jisung, another one of the club’s performers, was on stage at the moment. He was a feisty little thing on the pole, you had to admit. His stage outfit was electric colors, mainly blues and greens that complimented the lighting. Jisung liked to use big movements, strong ones that gave a wow factor instead of being continuously pleasing to the eye. It was engaging, tonight’s set in particular, you didn’t want to look away. By now, you were used to seeing the performer’s routines, however it seemed like everyone was trying something new tonight.

Hyunjin watched you from the staging area, fiddling mindlessly with the hem of his newly loaned outfit. He wouldn’t have noticed Felix standing behind him if he didn’t reach out to tighten the back drawstring of the top, “stop staring.”

“I’m not staring,” Hyunjin didn’t look away from you as he said this.

“You’re staring and being a creep.” His friend pulled hard on the strings, forcing Hyunjin to suck in a gasp. “If she doesn’t fall for you in this outfit, I think it’s time to give it up.”

The raven haired man didn’t want to think about the possibility of you not reciprocating his feelings, knowing fully well that you do. Still, it hurts a bit to imagine. He watched you as your eyes followed Jisung around the stage in a trance, though not glazed over like how you look at him. It was more like you were fascinated and intrigued. Hyunjin wasn’t oblivious to the conditions of your work, you were bound to find people attractive. The key word here; you. You found people attractive while he looked for you like a weed growing from the highway on its search for the sun. If Hyunjin had a dollar for every time his eyes searched for you in this damned club, he’d be rich– this coming from a stripper.

Felix pat his friend on the back, letting him get into his headspace for performing. Hyunjin was always a talented dancer, he knew that ever since he got the role in his middle school’s play that he was sick while being forced to audition for. It wasn’t his plan to become a stripper, however life is unexpected and he found himself in love with the freedom of it. He choreographed his own routines, dressed in a way that made him feel powerful, made a lot more money than he could have possibly done performing anywhere else. The club was his oyster, or whatever.

Shaking out his limbs and cracking his knuckles, Hyunjin strode out onto the stage, picking up his feet and exaggerating the movement of his hips. It’s definitely the alcohol, he thought as his eyes searched for you behind the bar. He watched your jaw go slack and eyes become increasingly wide, raking up and down his body.

You thought he was hot in all black, but in all white he looked simply delectable. He wasn’t wrong earlier when you continuously handed him his drink, you really did want to devour him. Only now there was an innocence that lingered in his steps towards the center pole, his face contrasting so darkly that you knew he was doing this on purpose. He wanted you to know this was for you. Hyunjin’s top was that of a latex corset. The bust area was flat against his chest but still curved to drip down his chest plate, the straps that were supposed to hold it up essentially useless. The hem of it was pointed, the tip of it just barely covering his belly button. When he turned around you could see the back was held together with ribbon, his red ribbon. Your mouth watered at the thought of being able to take it off and tie his hands together with it.

You forced yourself to blink away the thoughts as he made his descent along the silver pole. Has his ass always looked that good? Perhaps it was the tight cut out pants that showed his upper thighs, his knees, and mid calves, only attached by more red ribbon laced through it. It took a lot of strength to bring your eyes to his face again, only to find Hyunjin already looking at you with a shit eating grin. His feline eyes narrowed as the gaze held, only breaking when he spun around the pole and lifted himself up. You weren’t paying attention to the routine, even though the way his body rolled and twisted itself around the metal made your legs weak, your mind was elsewhere. Hyunjin didn’t pay any attention to you during his sets, but now with this outfit change and his stare not on anyone but you… he gave you his answer.

Even as he smoothly took the dollar bills from customers, placing it seductively into the bust of the top or the waistline of his pants, he never took more than a couple seconds to face you again. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream in his face for teasing you and taking his goddamn time confessing his feelings, or if you just wanted to tie him up and make him yours.

Hyunjin contorted his body around the pole in such a manner that you were sure he was going to break in half. Why let a stupid pole fold him when it could be done by you? The thoughts of him being a crying mess below you had you reaching for the liquor, as one usually does when their crush is playing hard to get. Except he wasn’t, he wasn’t hard to get at all. Hyunjin was right in front of you every second of every day and still, he’s so far away.

His set ended all too soon. You suddenly remembered that you were at work and tended to the patrons who were grabbing their fix between numbers. Hyunjin eyed you making yourself busy to avoid him, but he knew your schedule better than you did. When he was off, you were off. There was no stopping the tsunami of words he wanted to say to you.

Except one thing. The guy had come back, the guy from your latest crappy date. He was sitting in Hyunjin’s seat and making large gestures with his hands while you cocked your head at him. Hyunjin couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he saw your eyes roll before you went to turn away. But the man reached over the counter and grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcefully pulling you back.

He wasn’t sure what came over him, Hyunjin isn’t a violent person in the slightest. But when his fist made contact with the man’s face, he realized there was a first time for everything. 

The man let go of your hair and stumbled back, holding the side of his cheek. His attention went from you to Hyunjin, lunging forward at the man clad in white in retaliation. Before he could reach him though, the bouncer finally showed up, grabbing the drunken man in a bear hug and throwing him outside. 

You rubbed the back of your head where the man had grabbed, unable to process what just happened. The bartender who was supposed to be finishing the shift came to your aid, handing you an ice pack and saying for you to go home. However, through the chaos that jumbled your mind, you found Hyunjin standing on the opposite side of the bar, heavenly looking as always as he came in close. Even though the counter separated your bodies, it didn’t stop him from leaning over to cup your face. His mouth was moving, but none of his words registered. All you could see was the worry in his eyes as his thumbs rubbed the tops of your cheekbones. Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch, letting your head fall into his hands.

His warmth was ripped from you again all too soon, the other bartender ushered you back towards the employee lounge. They sat you down on the love seat and let you decompress. Hyunjin shooed everyone else that bustled around you away until it was just you, him, and a couple other dancers who had no idea what was happening. He knelt onto the carpet before you, running his hands along your legs, arms, or wherever else he could touch to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere else. His hands eventually made its way up to your face again, this time able to be uninterrupted. “You just attract shitty men like flies, don’t you?” Hyunjin said softly, cradling your cheek with the hand that punched the man.

“I attracted you.” He was sure it was the adrenaline talking for you. It was definitely the comfort of a familiar person making you take his hand from your face and interlock fingers. It was absolutely because he just saved you that you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes. Hyunjin was one hundred percent positive you weren’t in love with him the way he was in love with you.

“Take me home.” It wasn’t a question, you were telling him. Hyunjin nodded, standing quickly and running to grab his and your stuff from the lockers. Throwing his jacket on and draping yours across your shoulders, you reached for his hand again. You did it so effortlessly, it was like second nature to hold onto him. You didn’t look at him as you slipped your fingers between his, but he could feel the slight tremble in them as he guided you out the backdoor. You handed him the keys to your car, letting him open the door for you and sit down. Hyunjin didn’t close the door, instead he leaned in and grabbed the seatbelt, hovering over you as he fastened you safely. For good measure, he pulled the strap until it stopped and let it click to lock in place.

As he walked around the front of your car and slipped into the driver’s seat, you asked yourself why he couldn’t understand. To reiterate, why wouldn’t he let himself understand? Why wouldn’t he let you love him and let himself love you? Why was he always keeping you at arms length when they were still wide open for you to fall into? Why was he holding back? The grip that guy had on your hair must’ve knocked some sense into you because you were starting to think maybe it wasn’t Hyunjin keeping something from blooming between the two of you.

Neither of you spoke as Hyunjin drove to your apartment. He thought over and over about how we were to explain why he punched that man for you, almost took a beating for you. Once he got into your apartment, he knew there was no going back. 

You saw your building come into view, confused. “Why are we here? I said to take me home.”

“Has this not been your apartment for the last eight months?” Hyunjin responded, confused. He glanced your way, seeing if he misread what you were saying. Clearly he did. “I meant with you.” His heart skipped a couple beats as you stared into his soul with the eyes he thought could move the moon if they pleased. You stole his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it in your lap, cupping it with your own. He’d never driven home so fast in his life. 

He parked and opened the car door for you again. This time, you led him up the stairs and down the hall hand in hand. As you trailed in front of him, he looked at how small your hands were compared to his, how they tightened their grip every time you felt him loosen ever so slightly. Hyunjin smiled to himself, he didn’t realize you were already at his front door. You moved to the side to let him unlock it with one hand, keeping the other close to your body. He pushed it open for you to enter, not letting him go as you both kicked off your shoes and made your way to his bedroom.

You knew it all too well, though never going further than innocent cuddles. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, watching as you shrugged your jacket off and sat on the edge of his bed. He did the same, but stayed close along the wall. Hyunjin had forgotten he was wearing the white stage outfit, suddenly feeling so revealing in the bedroom light. “I think you have something to say to me, Jinnie.”

The abrasiveness of the question brought out his own attitude, “shouldn’t you be thanking me first?” He found the dresser closest to the wall, leaning so his legs don’t give out under your stare.

You smiled, knowing he was half right. “Thank you.” The air could be cut with a knife because of how thick the tension was. “We’re both really bad at this,” you fake laughed, finding your fingers suddenly interesting.

“I can’t be bad at something I don’t do,” Hyunjin’s tone was a bit colder, realizing why you said you wanted to come over. For some reason your heart wimped at his words.

“So what, then? You’re gonna keep pretending you don’t have a crush on me?” His body froze on the spot, never thinking he’d hear his feelings being said out loud. It was something of a wakeup call. Hyunjin couldn’t bear to look at you anymore, you’d foiled his plans of ignoring the feelings until they went away. “You’re torturing me, y’know.”

“You’re one to talk about torture, Y/N,” he scoffed, unmoving. You tilted your head at him, confused. Hyunjin let out a breathy, mocking laugh. “You’re not so innocent either. How long have you known how I felt about you? And you still play into it like you know I’ll give it to you no matter what.”

“You think I’m playing with you? I flirt with you so obviously the entire club knows!” You stood from the bed, running a hand through your hair. “Are you blind? Or are you intentionally ignoring every move I make?”

Hyunjin gulped, knowing he was cornered. He recalled the reasons why he couldn’t accept your love– the fun of the chase, your freedom, his bursting heart being too much for you to handle. “I can’t be yours,” he finally said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“And why not?” Anger began to boil in your blood, he was purposefully avoiding your interrogation. The room started to get hot and stuffy, but that was probably just both of you getting worked up. You stared at him in anticipation for his answer, but Hyunjin couldn’t get the words out. He didn’t know how to tell you that he didn’t believe you could change your ways, despite how much he wished you could. You were impatient, and frankly, tired of waiting for him. “Fine. That’s fine. I’ll tell you exactly how I feel.

“You’re so goddamn pessimistic. For a hopeless romantic, nothing I do is ever good enough for you! I practically throw myself at you– let everyone know I’m so head over fucking heels for you and I get fuck all back!” Hyunjin opened his mouth to defend himself, but you cut him off. “NO! You let me finish,” he sealed his lips in a fake zipping motion. “I put myself out there because of you– for you because I know you won’t do it yourself. I know how scared you are of falling in love and realizing that it might not be real. But fuck– stop making me out to be the bad guy for just trying to show you what could be if you’d just fucking let me.” Heat stung at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill any second. You sniffled, blinking excessively to hold back the dam in your lash line.

Hyunjin’s ears were ruby red, he knew on some level you were right. It didn’t mean he was wrong, though. “Are you done?” he asked, though not in an antagonizing manner. You nodded, hugging your arms across your chest. “I can’t be yours because you’ll never be mine. You want something so completely different than I do, we aren’t even in the same fucking realm anymore. I don’t want someone who will run away because I love them, who won’t get tired of me giving them my all.” Hyunjin pushed himself off of the dresser and took two steps to close the distance between you, his breath fanning across your lips. “I’m a hopeless romantic, fine. But you’re the serial lover, not me.” He threw your past words in your face like it was an insult. And honestly, it hurt coming from him.

The tears flowed freely now, you didn’t bother trying to wipe them away. You wanted him to see every part of you, never feeling the need to hide from him. Especially not now. “Well fuck me for trying then, right?” The puffiness of your eyes made it hard to blink. Grabbing your jacket off the floor, you gave him one last tear filled look before walking away.

Your exit was cut short. The jacket was ripped from your hand as soon as you reached for the door knob. Turning, Hyunjin was already standing directly behind you with tears of his own. The proximity of his face in front of yours made you stumble back into the door, his arms caging you in as they placed on either side of your head. “Why do you get to walk away again? Why don’t you get to be the bad guy? Why you so fucking irritating? Yet all I can think about doing is ripping your clothes off,” he words came out much quicker and agitated than he planned, not even catching himself saying the last sentence until he watched your eyes dart back and forth between his own and his lips.

“Is that what you want?” Your voice was low, suggestive as Hyunjin’s tongue licked his lower lip. He nodded hesitantly. Reaching to swipe a lingering tear from his cheek, he found his body overheating at the light gesture. You’d hardly touched him and he was already crumbling beneath you. Hyunjin felt his chest tighten as you rubbed your thumb into his cheek. Just as he was going to relax into your hand, your fingertips pinched his skin. He let out a small yelp and you shoved him away. “I don’t like you playing with me like this, Hwang Hyunjin. You sort your shit out before talking about wanting to me to fuck you. Maybe next time, I’ll actually do it.” Stealing your jacket off the ground before he could protest, you left.

Hyunjin didn’t know what to do. He stood in the middle of his bedroom with his hand stupidly rubbing over where you’d pinched him and dumbfounded look. Even without you directly in front of him, your words were enough to keep him flustered for the rest of the night. 

It was radio silence from you, not a single call or text from your end of the phone. This confused Hyunjin more than he already was. You closed the door in his face, but not all the way. Your offer still stood, the words replaying in his mind over and over for the next two days until you were expected to be back at the bar. He’d contemplated showing up at your doorstep and asking for your forgiveness, but remembered he had nothing to be sorry for. In his mind, he was in the right for standing his ground and telling you no. But he also remembered how he shot himself in the foot by saying he wanted to fuck you in the same sentence as him trying to prove a point.

There was something else you implied before you stormed out that kept him up at night. You fuck him? He couldn’t recall if he’d heard you right. Part of him wishes he had.

Hyunjin had just finished his first stage of the night before you were supposed to clock in. If you were still up to your old antics, he knew you’d gotten there early to watch him. His suspicions were correct, spotting you leaning against the wall near the entrance of the club, eyes trained completely on him. Your face was expressionless with your arms loose at your side, one holding onto the strap of your bag. Through the dim and color bending lights, he saw you raise one eyebrow at him, smirking in an unamused way and walking towards the back lounge. Hyunjin did his best not to seem frantic as he made his way off the stage in search of you.

He tried and failed miserably.

Hyunjin practically fell through the lounge door, knocking it harshly against the wall with a bang. It made you jump as you shoved your bag into your usual locker next to his. Looking over your shoulder and seeing it was him, body glistening with sweat in all its glory, you turned your back to him again. Ignoring his name being called by Felix and some questions from the other dancers, he strode up to the backside of your locker and shut it closed while you were still rummaging. “Hey! What the fuck?!” you shouted at him.

No words came out of his mouth as you looked up at him annoyed. Hyunjin hoped you could see the desperation and longing in his eyes. Judging by the way your face softened as you made eye contact, you did. You let out a deep breath, pushing his hand off your locker and opening it again. “Not now, Jinnie. Save it for after we’re out of here.” The nickname should’ve made him relax a bit, but the thought of you meeting with him after work had him tensed all over.

“You’ll come over later?” was all he could get out.

“Have you done what I said?” Hyunjin was all too eager to nod. “Then yeah, I’ll come over.” Grabbing your bar keys, you closed the locker again. “Hyunjin?” You called his name so beautifully, even if it was laced with a bit of anger. “Hm?”

You took a step closer to him, getting in close to whisper in his ear, “talk to me at all today without me speaking to you first, pull any stunts like you did last time, or mention to anyone what happened, I’ll make sure you’re really crying when we get home.” His stomach almost dropped out of his ass as your breath warmed the skin along his neck, raising goosebumps. He didn’t respond, you didn’t count his whimper. “Speak.”

“Yes,” it came out as more of a plea than an answer. Pulling back from him, you looked up to meet his gaze, mischievous and provocative. Tilting your head at him innocently, you brushed a strand of hair that was matted to his sweaty forehead back, running your fingertips along the side of his face with a feather light touch. Hyunjin resisted the urge to fold to his knees. It was going to be a long shift.

Dancing wasn’t the same, but not in a bad way. Hyunjin found himself dancing with a newfound purpose, no longer simply because he liked it. Now, he danced to impress. Specifically, to impress the bartender that smiled at him as if he were a meal and she was the devil of gluttony, waiting to feast. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, the way Hyunjin’s black latex-covered hips swirled dramatically slower, delicate hands wrapping all the more sensually around the pole. You let it slide, loving how you knew he was doing it for you. It was his last set, which meant you were almost off work as well. The clock at the back of the bar read 2:30 a.m., you were both going to need a bit of liquid luck if he came to the conclusion you were hoping for.

The music ended, queuing for Hyunjin to exit the stage. He did as he always does, stash his well earned cash in his locker and make his way back to you. Sitting in his seat, you poured him his drink wordlessly, another empty glass sitting next to it. He smiled when he noticed you adding his same drink into the glass. You slid the drink towards him, taking your own into your hand and raising it, “bottoms up, baby.” You winced at the alcohol, questioning how Hyunjin could possibly take these one after another. Jager had to be one of your least favorite liquors, vodka being at the top of the list. You and vodka had an unspoken rivalry, something Hyunjin always made fun of you for, but not today.

He followed suit, downing the drink and putting it right side up. Hyunjin held onto it as you poured another for both of you. You both had three servings of the drink before calling it a night. You’d filled in the next bartender in on everyone’s tabs and other information, taking your time as Hyunjin waited impatiently at the end of the bar for you. Standing in the middle of the club, still in his stage outfit that stood out incredibly more amongst patrons, made him feel exposed. You watched him squirm, covering his bare arms with his hands and looking around aimlessly. Letting out a small laugh, you thought he had been waiting long enough, patting your coworker on the shoulder and finding Hyunjin. He didn’t notice you until you grabbed one of his cold hands, pulling him along with you to the back lounge.

The lounge was empty, thankfully the hecticness of the weekend had everyone out on the floor. You didn’t stop walking until you reached the lockers, dropping his hand to grab your stuff. He did the same, you finished before him and shut your cubby. As soon as Hyunjin closed his locker and turned around, you pushed his exposed chest back abruptly and held him there pinned. A wicked smile plastered over your face, you held up your car keys, “you’re driving.”

It felt like deja vu, him driving home from work with you in the passenger seat. Only now, there was a completely different energy in the small space. You weren’t the damsel in distress he’d saved a couple of nights ago, he wasn’t in control of himself anymore, and he had no idea what the hell you were going to do to him when you got him alone. Whatever it is you had planned, he couldn’t wait to see.

Before he knew it, Hyunjin was opening the door to his apartment and letting you inside. Shoes kicked aside and bags dropped at the doorway, you pulled him into his bedroom again. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, awaiting your instructions at the doorway of the room. He watched your back as you faced his bed, slowly stripping your jacket. Hyunjin licked his lips, suddenly noticing your outfit in the normal light. To say you were the best dressed bartender he’d ever seen was an understatement.

Black high waisted shorts hardly covered your smooth legs, a black blouse tucked into them. The rouched ends of the puffer sleeves made your arms look long and elegant. Still not facing him, you unclipped the claw that held your hair up, letting it fall free. Oh how Hyunjin wanted to smell your hair, knowing it’d be what heaven smells like. You finally turned around, running a hand through your mane and tousseling it effortlessly. Your scent wafted over him, damning the air conditioning for pushing it his way. “I know I’ve been… ignoring… you all night. But all jokes aside, we need to have a talk,” you voiced, breaking Hyunjin from his trance.

Nodding, he gulped and gestured for you to sit on the bed. You sat face to face, your legs to the side of your body as Hyunjin mirrored your position. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” you started, looking him dead in the face. “But that also means I’m not going to force you to say what I wish you would,” although he nodded, Hyunjin wasn’t quite sure what you were trying to say. You picked up on this, “I mean I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t feel the same, but I’m also not going to pressure you into saying you do. So really, it’s your choice, Jinnie. Just don’t do anything out of pity. I don’t need that.” Something he always loved about you was how straightforward you were, it was a quality he wished he possessed.

He stayed quiet, contemplating his next move. Hyunjin knew that if he let himself feel everything he’d been burying inside, he’s risking his heart. However, there was a part of him that wanted the risk, wanted to take the chance on you because he’s only ever imagined that you wouldn’t walk away from him the way you so easily do all of the other love interests you’d sped through. Maybe it was his savior complex, hoping that he could tame the wild beast inside of you that kept your habits so cold. His intentions were pure, but he was completely unsure of yours.

“You need to tell me what you’re thinking. I’m not a mind reader,” your voice softened, eyes crinkling at the corners to ease the tension.

“You scare me to death,” he blurted without thinking. Your expression didn’t change, the silence egging him to continue. “I’ve known I wanted you since the second I saw you. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.” The knife in your heart placed there from the last time you were in his bedroom twisted. “But I know that when you leave me, it’ll ruin me.” He pulled the knife out, leaving you to bleed.

The consequences of your actions were catching up now, apparently it was bad karma to have one too many failed relationships. You had confessed to the one person you couldn’t live without and he was avoiding you like the plague because he was terrified of rejection. All of the feelings that he stirred inside of you couldn’t have been put into words, you had no way of easing the fear that you instilled in him. 

With your heart in your hands, beaten and bloody just for him, you said softly, “how do I show you that it’s always been you?”

Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from crashing his lips onto yours, the weight of your words heavy enough to tip him over the brink of insanity. It caught you off guard for a second, the lips you’ve fantasized about finally being pressed against you. Noticing your hesitation, Hyunjin pulled away, looking for any signs of regret in your face. His mouth dropped in embarrassment, “I– I’m sorry. I don’t–”

“Shut up for a second. I’m trying to see something,” you pulled him by the straps of his latex harness, connecting your lips again, this time moving against him in an act of passion. It was a sensual, closed mouthed kiss at first, as seconds passed it became heated. Your tongue swiped along his lower lip, asking for entrance that was granted a second later. From his top, your hands traced against the bare skin of his shoulders, up his neck and into his long hair, tugging him impossibly closer. Hyunjin let himself fall into the kiss, bracing himself with one hand on your thigh and the other cupping your jaw. If you could pay attention to it, you’d feel his fingertips brushing up to reach the hem of your shorts, pulling you into him by the hips. Bodies pressed together in a breathless mess, lips slick with mixed saliva, you were engulfed in his scent.

Hyunjin couldn’t stop his hands from feeling every piece of your exposed skin he could get his hands on, kneading at the flesh with want. Before you could completely lose yourself in him, you broke the kiss, out of breath. “Hyun, tell me you want this,” the words came out as best as you could manage. He nodded, leaning in to catch your lips again but you held him back. “I’m serious. I’m here to stay. For good, if you’ll have me. I need to know you are too.”

“I am… I am,” Hyunjin paused, looking into your eyes that showed no indication of regret. “Please, just… love me.” You didn’t need anything else, shoving him back into the bed by his shoulders and throwing a leg over him to straddle. You didn’t need to look down to see him strain against his pants as he reached up to pull your face in for another kiss. Sitting down fully on top of him, you let him control the pace of the kiss while your hands worked the back side zipper of his stage top. You grind your hips into his just the littlest bit, earning a muffled moan into your mouth. Hyunjin tried not to hold too tightly onto your neck as he instinctively bucked up into you. His mouth ravaged yours, his tongue attempting to win dominance. The bulge in his pants desperately rutting up against you was an indication of who was really in charge. Pulling away, his lips chased as you reached to stroke the top of his hair, tucking it behind his ear. “Slowly, angel. We have all the time in the world.” Hyunjin let out a deep sigh, nodding and licking his lips.

He looked up at you from beneath as if you had carved his name into the moon, marking it as his. Your smile down at him was just as sweet as it was sinful as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. “Can I take this off?” You pulled at the undone zipper of his top. Hyunjin didn’t hesitate to sit up in order to slip his head out of it, tossing somewhere he’d have to find later. You did the same, unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts so you could whip your blouse off with ease. His lips automatically connected with the skin of your stomach, kissing third degree burns as he made his way up, teeth nibbling at the hem of your bra. Your own hands raked lightly along the sides of his upper body to sling up and over his shoulders to pull him in closer.

The heat of your bodies together was starting to become unbearable, what minimal clothes you both wore being far too suffocating. The red ribbon in his hair was still tied in a neat bow until your fingers nimbly pulled at the string, letting it fall loose to frame his beautiful face. Practically plying his mouth from your collar bone, you pushed Hyunjin onto his back again to sit up tall and unclasp your bra. His mouth hung in awe as you freed yourself, almost succeeding in sitting up to lock his lips around your nipple. You held him down by the neck, applying the slightest pressure to hold him still.

He let out a short whimper, catching himself before you could hear anymore. “Who knew angel had a thing for choking,” you teased, adding more weight to his throat and bending over to kiss his chest. Your fingertips traced down the line of his abs as you nibbled gently on his pectoral. Pressing your hips harder onto him earned you another moan, this time louder. “Y/N please,” he pleaded through the grip on his windpipe.

“Please what? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” you detached your lips from his skin to kiss up the column of his neck, freeing it from your grasp.

“Touch me,” his hands locked your hips in place as he rubbed against your clothed core, hoping for any sort of friction. You let him have his fun, enjoying the neediness that forced his crotch to continuously rise in search for yours. “Look at you,” you said just above a whisper, gently biting on his ear lobe. Hyunjin’s grip on your hips were sure to leave a bruise, not that you minded. “Trying to use me to get yourself off, hm? Like the little bitch in heat you are, isn’t that right angel?” The sultriness of your degrading words only made him grip you tighter and groan, pulling your body flush against his as he continued to hump you through the latex of his pants.

“N-not enough,” he begged, burying his face between your breasts. Unwrapping his arms, you reached down to work the confines of his pants, wiggling them off of him then releasing yourself from your shorts. Both of you only in your underwear, he rutted against you again, the heat from your core urging his primal instincts to the surface. “Cum like this, like the slut you are and you can have me however you want.” You meant it in more ways than one.

The thought of him being so desperate, so in need of you lit a fire in your gut. Hyunjin should’ve been more humiliated, attempting to fuck into you through the fabric that separated the part of him he so insanely needed you to touch. You were just the same, pushing your hips back and forth over him to rub your clit in all the right ways. The strangeness of the soft, yet incredibly rock hard feeling between your legs was enough to make you light headed in pleasure. 

He was overtaken by lust, not satisfied with the pace you were going. Hyunjin grabbed the underside of your thigh and flipped you onto your back, the abrupt movement making you yelp. He let out what could only be described as a deep growl, forcing his hands underneath your knees to hold your legs up and give him full access to your clothes pussy. The dark patch in the middle of your pink panties continued to spread, fueling his desire even more. 

You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to move. Your hips twitched up, breaking him from his trance on your cunt to dive back into your neck and wrap your legs around his torso. His hips moved at a speed much faster than yours, pushing his cock into the fabric of his boxers incredibly hard, you were sure it was borderline painful. You let your head fall back onto the bed as he sucked at your neck, containing his moans while you couldn’t help but voice yours. “You can do it, angel. Cum for me.”

Hyunjin had never been able to release on command until now, the seduction in your tone and his need to please you overtaking his senses as he spilled into his boxers. He let out a long groan, ceasing his attack on your neck as his body shivered. You raked your hands through his hair and up and down his back, calming him through his first high. The warmth from his cum made your pussy tremble against his softening cock, to which he felt as well.

He caught his breath, regaining enough strength to push onto his forearms and look into your eyes. As fucked out as he was, he was still so beautiful. “So good for me, angel,” you stroked his flustered cheek. Fingertips found his chin, then his lips and softly thumbing it. “Use me,” you whispered. 

A light switch flipped in him. His dick sprang back to life at almost complete solidity again at your permission. Sucking in a deep breath, he kissed your lips with a roughness not present before. He bit your lip harshly, getting you to moan. Leaving your mouth to bite down the center of your chest, Hyunjin slipped his hand down to cup your aching cunt, fingertips rubbing too lightly over the wet spot he was so fixated on earlier. His focus was split between nibbling on your breasts and pushing your underwear to the side, too impatient to take it off completely.

Deciding on which of your body parts to ravish, Hyunjin caught your nipple between his teeth and gave it a hard pull before flattening his tongue against it soothingly. Still, his fingers didn’t stop toying with your underwear, alternating between pulling it and sliding between your folds. You couldn’t help your back arching into his touch, entirely too caught up in the feeling of him to realize he was pulling your underwear down.

He would never tell you this, but he had a thing for panties. After seeing your pretty little pink ones soaked in your arousal, smelling like you, he couldn’t help but toss it towards his hamper in the closet, hopefully disappearing from your vision so you’d forget about it. Never in his right mind did he expect to steal a pair of yours, let alone ones that were filthy with your essence and freshly stripped from your body. That was another fantasy for later.

One last bite to your chest, Hyunjin kissed his way further down to meet your cunt at eye level. It was sopping wet, waiting to be devoured. Self restraint gone, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove in, licking a fat stripe up your center. Another loud moan ripped from you, encouraging him to grab hold of the tops of your thighs and sit up so that you were practically folded in half. 

He didn’t stop his attack on your cunt, sucking and licking and occasionally nipping at your clit. The immense pleasure forced your eyes shut, mouth dropping into an ‘O’ shape and crying out for him, “shit, angel. Just like that– fuck,” you got particularly loud when he dipped his tongue into your entrance, rubbing his nose against the swollen bud. Hearing you out of breath and loud for him, Hyunjin felt his cock throbbing again. He couldn’t help himself anymore, he wasn’t sure when he found the time to free himself of his soiled underwear. A few more licks at your cunt and he pulled away, despite your whining.

He stood fully onto his knees then fell back onto his heels, adjusting you so your ass rested on his thighs and he could still fully see your soaking cunt. Holding onto your thigh with one hand, he used the other to line himself up with your pussy. He pushed in with almost no resistance, still, the warmth of your heat wrapping around his cock was sinfully delicious. You weren’t immune to the pleasure, the split had your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out and let you adjust to his size. It took all the effort he had left not to buck into you before you were ready, but the clench of your pussy made it incredibly difficult. “Move baby,” you called out, voice broken and forehead sheer with sweat.

Starting off with slow rocks, Hyunjin pushed down the bubbling feeling in his lower stomach, opting to move one of his large hands to thumb your clit while simultaneously pushing below your gut to distract himself. This made your brain go fuzzy with pleasure, curling your toes at the feeling of every vein of his cock. Though it didn’t take Hyunjin long to get lost in the warmth you surrounded him in, thumb stuttering to a stop and palm digging into your lower stomach even more. He felt around for himself in your gut, feeling the tip of his cock inside of you with every thrust. It made your body feel as though thousands of volts of electricity hit every one of your nerve endings whenever he hit your sweet spot. It was like he was playing with it, judging by the way he kneaded the skin on the surface. 

There was no stopping the way he hammered into you, using you to get himself off for a second time. You loved every moment of it. He was finally putting himself first, granted you gave him the power to do it. You loved making him feel as though he was in control when in reality, he was the gun and you were the bullets.

Your body went weak under him, letting him hold you up by the hips as he guided you back and forth on his cock at a bone breaking pace. The spasming of your walls were getting stronger, becoming more frequent as Hyunjin found your clit again and started drawing figure eights into it. His eyes went back and forth between your boobs bouncing and where your bodies connected, settling to see the ring of cream that formed at the base of his dick. Needing something to hold on to, you reached for his hand that was doing its best to hold your hips in the air. 

You were oh so close to your climax, Hyunjin could feel it as well. His hips began to get messy with its thrusts, resorting to short and hard ones that repeatedly hit your g-spot. That combined with the stimulation on your clit, you were on the absolute brink. “Give it to me. Let me feel you,” Hyunjin moaned out. His words were all it took for the pleasure to overfill your body, tipping you into a toe curling wave of ecstasy and releasing a cry from your gut. He felt your pussy flutter rapidly around his cock, but it was the way your back arched and your hand, so tiny compared to his, reached out to grab and intertwine with his fingers that shoved him into his second high. Your pussy milked him for all he had left, tightening the hold on your hand and dropping your hips to hunch over you, shuddering in pleasure.

Hyunjin’s head rested between the valley of your breasts, needing to compose himself. You didn’t rush him, pulling him closer by dragging your nails lightly along his scalp. He didn’t want to move, too in love with the feeling of your skin on his and the comfort of his softening cock still inside of you. But the overwhelming need to pee flushed over you, having to break his post-nut tranquility early by gently tapping the top of his head. He– reluctantly– let you go, pulling out and watching the way his cum slowly dripped down your abused cunt. You laughed at the way his eyes were solely trained on the fluid leaking out of you. In a way, it was endearing, strangely so. Still, you needed to get up. In order to not leak onto the bed, Hyunjin scooped what he could with his fingers. The response was automatic, you opened your mouth for him to let you lick his cum from his digits, swallowing. The sight almost had the blood rushing to his cock, but the lack of strength left in his body prohibited it.

You were quick to use the bathroom, wiping away anything left over and flushing the toilet. When you returned to the bedroom, Hyunjin had a large shirt laid over the mattress, presumably for you seeing as he was already beneath the sheets. Although he was on his back not facing you, he heard your footsteps and held open his arms for you to join him. 

That same feeling from before coursed through you, domesticity. His bed felt like home as you wiggled your way beside him. Long arms encompassed you, the stress of the day finally catching up. You let out a deep, content sigh, listening to the sound of Hyunjin’s heartbeat.

He couldn’t tell for sure if you’d fallen asleep yet, but he thought if he didn’t act now, he wasn’t sure when he’d have the courage to say it again. “I love you,” he said. You’d heard it, clear as day and felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. You didn’t respond, shutting your eyes and hoping to wake in the morning with a mind that wasn’t racing a million miles and hour.

-

A/N: im so excited for this one!! I wrote this faster than I wrote the first two parts cus of the love F&MU got, it really motivated me to get this done before my trip. That being said I'm not sure how much time I'll have for writing while I'm gone, hopefully I can get some of part 4 done. I'm still deciding who I want to do hehehehe I have a few ideas.

As usual, feedback is always appreciated whether it be constructive, random thoughts, or just wanted to talk about the plot!!

[mamamittens]

Order Up!

Date Night is here!

From 2-1-23 to 2-14-23 my ask box is functioning as a date generator! (If I get overwhelmed I'll temporarily close my ask box while I catch up)

All you have to do is bring yourself (whatever you may be AFAB, AMAB, F!, M! or any combination therein as long as I can reasonably guess what kind of clothes you wear and pronouns you use) and at least one character of your choice. (And what fandom they’re of, naturally, just to make sure the right person shows up!)

For details about yourself, feel free to add small physical descriptors and personality if you’d like a little mention of them. Eye, hair, skin color, hair type, height, and body type are fine! It doesn’t have to be a massive block of text (for the sake of your hands while typing, I wouldn’t recommend it either). And for personality, you can include anything that you feel would be relevant to the situation. If you tend to crack jokes when you’re nervous or have a hard time keeping eye contact, throw that bad boy in there!

Who can you date? Any character that is canonically 18 or older and fictional! And please, no lolis or shotacons, I don't care if they're technically 5,000 years old if they're still built like a grade schooler.

If I’ve written for you, specifically for your OC before now, you may ‘bring’ them to the date instead of yourself. This is just because I’m already familiar with them and there won’t be any misunderstandings about said character that you’ve created. If I’ve written for you before and it was a reader insert you can simply call back to that as long as you’re not anonymous.

Then you must simply grab one of each ‘treat’ and enjoy your date! Alcoholic drinks and shots are explicitly NSFW and so their responses will be marked as such (so if you’re underage and asking anyway you likely won’t get to see the response).

I will fulfill the asks as I am able, so please do be patient! I figured I’d try something a bit new and zesty this time!

Chocolate – Where?

Toffee – at home

Caramel – Fancy restaurant

Cream – holiday/work-ish function

Nuts – Casual dinner

Cherry cordial – Movie date

Hard Candy – Relationship?

Lollipop – Total strangers

Candy Cane – Brief fling

Lemon Drops – Casual Friends

Konpeito (Japanese star candy) – Childhood friends

Mints – Blind date

Pop Rocks - Arranged marriage (Watermelon for engaged and Strawberry for Married)

Soft Candy – Reception?

Gummy worms – Nervous nerds

Gummy bears – Confident and loving the energy

Candy corn – Enemies to lovers speed run

Fruit Roll – Love at first sight

Cotton Candy – Sweet from the start

Drink – How does it go?

Soda – The start of a very interesting relationship!

Water – Eesh! Maybe we got off on the wrong foot? (With Lemon for sour end and with Strawberries for sweet end)

Alcohol* - In the bedroom!

NSFW +18 ONLY

*Alcoholic shots – Kinks! Phrase it as “Shot of X for (character A)” for them to receive it specifically. There isn't a limit for shots but keep it reasonable lol, I'm probably not going to write 10K on one date ask because you asked for everything and the kitchen sink.

White Russian – Creampie/Cum play

Hot Damn – Praise kink

Mind Eraser – Degradation

Afterburner – Choking/breathplay

Jell-o shot – Edging

Pineapple Upside Down Cake – Oral

Alice in Wonderland – Size Kink

Motor Oil – Marking

Kamikaze – Temperature play (Served hot or cold for temp preferences)

Jager Bomb – Rough Sex (Extra strong is hate sex)

Green Tea shot – Soft Sex

Pink Schnapps – Dom/Sub (The person receiving this shot will be designated the ‘Sub’)

Black Jack – Restraints

Brain Hemorrhage - Overstimulation

Warning! Some shots may interact in unexpected ways! Keep this in mind when ordering! Especially if you have squicks that may arise in the mixed combination!

Woah! An Extra special treat category! (Entirely Optional!)

Mochi Ice Cream – Yandere

Vanilla – Obsessive

Red bean – Possessive

Grean tea – Delusional

Strawberry – Protective

Coffee – Manipulative

So, in theory, what would an order look like? (Using one of each category)

“Hi! I’d like a chocolate cream, candy corn, and a soda with a shot of Mind Eraser, extra strong Jager Bomb, and Afterburner for myself with Aizawa from MHA. I’m M!AFAB with brown hair and eyes, pale skin, with a tongue piercing and a preference towards masculine clothing! I like to go by "Sky". I also have a tendency to not know when to shut up and like teasing people in a fight. If it’s alright, I’d also like him to have a red bean mochi.”

It doesn’t have to be exactly like this, or even in this order specifically, so long as it’s clear what you want included. If you have a squick that’s reasonably associated with one of the items you ordered, feel free to ask me to ‘hold’ that aspect. For example, with a chocolate cream (work function date), if you feel really uncomfortable with boss/subordinate dynamics, you can let me know! For an NSFW example, you could ask me to ‘hold the White Russian’ for it to basically be safe sex.

Remember, once it's in my ask box, the ball is in my court! So be polite, patient, and bear in mind that I'm ONLY working with what is in the singular ask! I'm unaware of a character limit for asks, but try to keep it in one so I can easily sort through them if need be or make it VERY clear that it's yours across multiple asks if you're asking anonymously!

Hope you all enjoy the event!

[misseffect]

Writer Tag✒️✒️

Thanks for the tag @angry-jager 💕

What's your total word count on AO3?

37,863 which is pretty wild

Do you have a routine for writing?

Lately I've started trying to be better about having ✨healthy writing habits✨ which sounds like one of those trendy, performative mental health buzz-phrases, but it's legitimately the best thing I've done since I picked up writing again.

I check my phone, get a drink, etc. then set a timer for half an hour, sit down at my PC and write without distractions (no phone, no research, no editing; only write) for the full half hour. Then I get up to do something else for 5-10mins, and set another timer to go again.

3 half-hour blocks is about my upper limit for getting something decent out of a session, so I go do something else for an hour or two, then come back for a few more blocks later if I can.

What is your favourite trope / pairing?

Trope? Mutual pining.

Pairing? G U E S S

Favourite fic (of yours)

I feel like I answer this question differently every time, but right now it's Dress Blues. I love Garrus POV and I'm dead proud of how it turned out.

Fic with the most kudos

Can You Feel This? which is not my best fic but it's the kind of fic that's popular so 🤷‍♀️

Is there anything you don't like about your writing?

I have a really, really hard time with any project longer than a one-shot. From an outside perspective that looks like a lot of half-finished fics 😅 but behind the scenes there's a lot of getting tangled up in themes and character motivations, struggling to pace the story over a higher wordcount, and just getting freaked out by the scale of the thing.

Basically I think my writing suffers more and more the higher the wordcount gets, and I don't know how to fix it.

Now something you do like

On a macro level I think I have a nice way with pacing; I can write economically without compromising on the sense of place, character, or feeling. I'm also really fucking funny.

Tagging @otemporanerys @diaphanouso @kalliesa and @dispatchwithlove !

[krya-unv]

WIP

Tagged by the lovely @r6shippingdelivery. I usually do not share anything that is not completely finished, but in the last few weeks I have been having so many good ideas that I have been having a hard time keeping up with them myself. 

Brace yourselves cause this is gonna be long. First thing first, this week is Jager’s birthday! I love him a lot so I decided to do a little icon style drawing of him. Here’s the lineart (I have actually already finished it, but whatever, gonna post it on Thursday since that is his birthday):   

Second, I am a sucker for AU of almost any kind. So I have been thinking about what kind of setting would fit a bunch of military men and I had concluded that ‘Escape from Tarkov’ and ‘Control’ are actually pretty good. I have written 1k words for two different fics, one for each setting, but I had second thoughts about the EFT one, so that one will most likely get thrashed and rewritten completely. Meanwhile, I think I am going somewhere interesting with the Control one. Here’s a snippet of it:

“Are you currently in possession of a smartphone or a laptop, sir?” the guard currently rifling through his duffel bag asked him. 

“Yes, I have a phone.” John took it out from the back pocket of his pants and handed it to the guard who promptly put it in a ziplock transparent bag and labeled it with a marker. 

“Are you currently in possession of a pager?”

 John frowned. It must have been at least twenty years since pagers were a thing, right? “No, I don't."

“Are you currently in possession of anything that could be considered a weapon, such as a gun or a knife?”

John rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t.”

“Are you currently in possession of any of the following items: smart watches, smart gaming devices, or any similar devices?”

“No smart devices,” John confirmed.

“Any pencil? In particular, any number 2 pencil?” Was the guard pulling his leg? “No pencils either.”

Third, I have been following a couple of fancomics on here and decided to try my hand at it too with a storyline I have been working on since 2019 staging Apex Legends characters into the Monster Hunter setting. Then, I realised I despise writing faces, so now I am left with a few pages sketches up until I get better at drawing sketches. Here’s a couple pages that I did two weeks ago:

Lastly, I have picked up again Monster Hunter Rise with my boyfriend and fell in love again with the palamutes. So I skethced our good boys cause I love them so much.

Their names are Garmr and Fenrir (we went with the northern mythology theme even though the game is basically only japanese mythology, we also named our little owls with the names of Odin’s two owls, but I can never remember the names).  This is them in game (I love Monster Hunter, let me fangirl about it):

[haematophiliac]

name. Jax or Jager. I don’t mind which you use for me.

pronouns. He/him.

preference of communication. Discord preferably.

name of muse. Jax. God damn asshole I stole your name.

rp experience / how long. RP in general? 2001/2ish. On here since 2014.

best experience. Basement threads... :)

fluff, angst, or smut. Make me hurt. Give me angst. Emotions are rare.

long or short replies. Any. Though I have to say that longer replies are hard work.

best time to write. Evening because I come alive then. London time evening that is.

are you like your muse. ... I hope I’m like none of my muses tbf. Assholes. But then comes along Leo who reminds me that I share a lot in common with each muse and that kills me inside.

[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

Hangover Well Worth It

Summary: Bucky wakes with the worst hangover of his life. All he wants is some breakfast. When he gets to the kitchen for some, he has a slight problem. He’s in the wrong apartment. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Alcohol mention, hangovers, embarrassment, fluff

written for @captain-rogers-beard​‘s  Flex Your Writing Muscles Challenge.

Prompt: Hangover

Bucky wakes with a groan in the back of his throat and a sandpaper tongue and a person inside his head that has the nerve to jackhammer against his skull. It takes Herculean effort just to get his eyes opened and when he does, he just shuts them again. Too bright. Much too bright. 

Ugh, why he let Natasha convince him to do shots of Jager is beyond him, but he’s certainly paying for it now. Thank god he doesn’t have work today. No way could he drag himself all the way to Stark Industry-NYC and do any sort of advertisement.  

All Bucky plans on doing today is eating breakfast--if he can stomach it--and popping some aspirin and curling up in a Bucky Burrito on the couch to binge Netflix. Sounds like a good idea. It’d be even better if he had someone to hold him through it. Guess breakfast will have to do.

In fact, from the smell of it, Clint is already up cooking breakfast. Pancakes. Eggs. And...bacon, oh dear god, thank you. Coffee, too, and since this is Clint making it, it’s gotta be perfect. 

Rolling out of bed in just his boxers, Bucky barely even opens his eyes as he ambles into the kitchen. He smacks his lips and moans and plops into the nearest seat at the end of the table. Bucky drops his head down and pillows them in his arms.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead.” 

Okay, well, now his eyes go wide because that’s definitely not Clint’s voice. Bucky lifts his head just enough to look up and realizes that there’s some blond guy in his kitchen. In a pair of pajama pants and T-shirt that’s probably a size-too-small, he’s at the stove cooking the bacon. 

“Wh-who’re you?” Bucky asks. “And why’re you in my kitchen?”

Frying pan in hand, he chuckles and turns to scoop some scrambled eggs on a plate next to a stack of pancakes. When Bucky gets a good look at him, he realizes that he’s the hot guy who lives down the hall. Steve Rogers. The guy that Bucky’s attempted to ask him out several times only to sputter over words and manage, at most, a hi, how are you or nice weather we’re having, huh. Majorly embarrassing. Even worse since when he’s not trying to ask him out, he’s perfectly capable of having a conversation with him.

They’re always fun, too. They like the same movies. Music. Shows. They spent over an hour hanging out on the rooftop during random get-togethers. 

Steve does graphic design for SHIELD, an LGBTQ Organization and volunteers as a counselor for LGBTQ youth and paints and apparently makes breakfast for his neighbors when they’re having one of the most horrible hangovers of their life.  

“I think the better question is what you’re doing in my kitchen.” Steve places the full plate in front of Bucky. “And to answer it, I awoke last night...” He pauses and snickers. “Well, more like this morning since it was after four, to someone desperately attempting to get into my apartment. And when I opened the door to see what was going on, someone called me a waste of a door and shoved me out of the way and then stumbled into my bedroom, stripping as they did, and then passed out in my bed.” 

Face burning red, and by extension making his stomach turn and his head hurt even more, Bucky doesn’t even know how to respond to this. He’s not sure if there’s a stronger word than humiliated but if there is, that’s him right about now. 

“I...I’m so sorry, Steve, I...” Bucky sighs. “I...”

Realizing that he’s literally sitting there in his underwear, Bucky blushes even more, and even if he figures out something to say, he won’t be able to say it. This has got to be the worst morning ever. 

“Here’s some water,” Steve says, placing a glass next to the plate. “I have aspirin, too, if you want.”

For someone who got woken up at four in the morning by his asshole neighbor drunkenly mistaking the wrong apartment for his and then passing out half-naked in his bed, this guy is awfully generous. 

“Thank you,” Bucky whispers. “I’m...I’m really sorry about this.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Who hasn’t forced their way into a neighbor’s place when they were drunk?”

“You’ve done this?”

“No. Never.” He laughs at his joke and just it makes his baby blues twinkle. Bucky’s belly twists again. Nothing to do with the hangover this time. “But, really, it’s okay. I have done some crazy things when drunk.”

Appreciative of the sympathy--while somehow not sounding like he pities Bucky either--Bucky grins, sheepishly. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Once, my first year of college, I was walking back to my dorm with some buddies and decided it would be a great idea to moon a bunch of cops.”

Bucky, having just taken a sip of water, nearly spits it out. He needs to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from doing so. 

“Yeah,” Steve laughs. “So, I kinda have a record. Hope that doesn’t ruin your breakfast.” 

“Not at all,” Bucky laughs. “Makes me feel a little bit better. A little bit.”

This gets him a soft smile and Bucky scoops up some of the eggs, awkward and unsure. Steve made them for him, so no matter how embarrassed he feels, it’d probably be rude not to eat them. Plus, he’s starving. Plus, it’s a really sweet gesture. Plus, wow, these’re really good.

But he still feels totally ridiculous, so maybe it’d be better if he just left. Although, he really wants to finish the food. 

“Um, these are really good,” Bucky murmurs. “But, if you want me to leave, I totally understand.”

“No, no!” Steve shakes his head very quickly. As though the idea of Bucky leaving right now is the very last thing he wants. “That’s fine. Finish your food.”

Steve sorta blinks like he’s suddenly shy and after clearing his throat, he gets up from the table and starts washing the dishes. Shit, Steve is hot. Even standing by the sink washing dishes in pajamas with water splashing onto his shirt and suds dripping onto the floor.

“Th-thanks. Um.” Bucky pushes some food around on the plate. “I can’t believe you’re being so cool about this.”

This time, Steve blushes. He blushes so hard that it reaches the tips of his ears and he folds in a smile.

“Well, I just figured I could hold it over your head forever.” 

"Oh, gee,” Bucky scoffs a laugh. “Thanks a lot. And here I thought you were just awesome.”

Eyes squeezed closed, Steve pinches between them and laughs to himself with a shake of his head. 

“There is also that other thing.”

“Which is?”

“I...kinda wanted to ask you out on a...date...” Steve laughs again, this time, Bucky thinks, a bundle of nerves. “But I chickened out every time I tried. So...”

Still reeling in that pretty smile of his, Steve lets it out and turns it on Bucky, and hot damn, that’s a smile that’ll make Bucky go weak at the knees whenever he sees it.

Heart skipping a beat, Bucky nibbles on his lip and almost can’t believe his ears. Given the hangover, he really wouldn’t be surprised if he’s hallucinating that the hot guy that he’s had a crush on for months just told him he’s been trying to ask him out on a date. 

“So you made me breakfast after I practically broke into your apartment and demanded I sleep here?”

Steve chuckles and sits down again, this time with a cup of coffee. He scoops some sugar into it and shrugs. 

“I mean...” He giggles. Outright giggles and Bucky didn’t think he could be more smitten with the guy. “I, uh, yeah. I figured, why not?”

“Um, maybe...” Bucky holds in a delighted chuckle. “Maybe, later, I can make you some lunch? When I’m not in my underwear.”

“I dunno.” Steve shrugs. “I kinda like you in your underwear oh my god, I’m sorry!” He hides his face in his hands. “I’m sorry! That was horrible, I shouldn’t’ve--”

“It’s okay, Steve.” Oh, Bucky really likes to say his name already. “That’s was...awesome. And not at all embarrassing.”

Looking over the tips of his fingers, Steve is clearly trying not to burst out laughing.

“Am I uninvited to lunch?”

“Not at all. In fact.” Bucky bats his eyes. “I think lunch’ll be an even better way to get rid of my hangover.” 

Steve smiles some more, and yes, that smile’ll pierce Bucky’s heart every time. Without a doubt. 

“I could...maybe wrap you in a blanket?” he offers. “Hold a cold compress over your head. Get you water. Stop me anytime.” 

“Actually, I’d really like that.” 

They smile at each other. The last thing Bucky expected to do when he first woke up this morning was going out on a date with Steve Rogers, the guy he’s been crushing on for months. 

Hangover well worth it. 

[ladyrivia]

Savior (Jaskier x Reader, fluff ending)

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Request: Would you be in the market to write some Jaskier x reader angst? Maybe they get into a big fight over something and the reader runs off and Jaskier goes off to find them and it’s been a few days but when he does eventually finds the reader they r injured from a monster attack? Up to you whether it ends with fluff or angst. I hope that made sense, it’s totally okay if you don’t write it :) have a nice night/day

Warnings: Violence

Authors Note: Of course! I love this request! Please let me know if you want me to write an angst ending for this one because I would be so down to do that! Thank you for requesting <333

LINK TO ANGST ENDING HERE

“No, I’m upset Jaskier! You left for a monster hunt on our anniversary, how could I not be upset?!” You exclaimed as you walked down the stairs of your shared home, Jaskier close behind.

He was an amazing boyfriend, but dear god could he be clueless on what is okay. 

It was your anniversary and you both had planned to go to the pub to drink and have fun, but out of the blue Jaskier had heard that Geralt was nearby on a hunt and had completely forgotten about your plans.

He had returned the second he had remembered, but that was now, and the harm had been done.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I truly am! You know how forgetful I am and how overindulged I get in this stuff! I know this doesn’t excuse my actions but I don’t know how to fix it.” He tried explaining his side, but you were having none of it, and just needed to get away.

“Just leave me alone,” You turned and pointed at him. “Don’t follow me.” You growled and stormed out the door, heading down the street to the forest surrounding the town. You needed to get away and clear your head, maybe grab some herbs for teas and healing ointments for your healing business. You didn’t know what exactly you were doing, just anything to get your mind off things for a while. 

You walked for a while, zoning out and not realizing how far you had gone until it was too late. The sun was setting, and it would be safer staying put rather than trying to make it back through the dense forest. Going to the main road would also not be safe as bandits lurk during the night, waiting for unsuspecting victims.

Your cloak was big enough to wrap completely around yourself, so you laid down to get some sleep.

You awoke to birds chirping and the sun shining in your eyes. You took your time getting up, you had nowhere to be and you were still too mad to return to Jaskier. 

‘Letting my anger dissipate now is better than risking taking it out on Jaskier.’ You thought, and headed down to the nearest creek to get a drink of water and maybe find some berries for breakfast.

BACK IN TOWN

“I can’t find her anywhere Geralt, I’m worried!” Jaskier nervously sat across from his friend at the pub.

“She’ll come back.” Geralt mumbled into his cup.

“But what if she’s in danger and I’m here sitting on my ass listening to you! That’s what got me in trouble in the first place!”

“No, you came after me, and I was listening to you.” Geralt corrected Jaskier’s blame.

“Regardless, what if she’s-” Jaskier was cut off by a shaken up merchant.

“Witcher! There’s more monsters out there! I was just attacked!” Geralt looked at the man and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Hmm,” He grunted and stood up, quickly chugging the remaining ale. “Where?”

“Up the mountain! They’re hiding out in a cave! Left of the path just past Bald Man’s Rock! They stole my goods! I’ll pay you 150 gold if you can recover my items!” The disheveled merchant promised The Witcher.

Jaskier’s eyes were wide, he could only think of the horrible things that the monsters would do to Y/N if they got their claws on her. Geralt turned his head towards Jaskier and gave him a nod, reassuring him that Y/N would be okay.

IN THE FOREST

You had been wandering for a while, not wanting to return home yet. The rustling of leaves behind didn’t worry you at first, you assumed it was a deer that you had scared. But when it didn’t stop and got closer, that’s when you turned.

WACK

You hit the ground, groaning in pain, the unknown assailant had knocked you down and proceeded to choke you out. You tried to fight back but they were too strong, their initial blows weakening you. 

ON THE PATH

“Oh god, what if she’s dead because of this, because of me!” Jaskier rambled on. Geralt sighed and stopped Roach.

“If you don’t shut up I will knock you out and tie you to the back of Roach for the remaining part of this trip.” Geralt warned, he understood his friend’s worry, but continuing to talk about it wouldn’t get them anywhere. 

They continued down the path, following the merchant’s instruction.

“Bald Man’s Rock!” Jaskier exclaimed, rushing ahead of Geralt and Roach.

“Wait.” Geralt called out, getting off his horse and unsheathing his sword, stalking towards the direction of the monster’s hideout.

IN THE CAVE

“Rob ‘er of her items, then do whatever, I don’t really care.” A voice commanded, heavy footsteps approaching you. You blinked open your eyes to see a man walking towards you, malice in his eyes. You writhed, but the ropes tied around your arms and legs kept you from moving. He roughly grabbed you and patted you down, trying to find any hidden pouches on you. 

“Fuckin’ useless whore, doesn’t even have coin on ‘er.” He punched you across his face. Part of you was glad that you didn’t carry any coin, not wanting this bandits to take any of your hard earned money, but the other part of you wish you had so maybe they would let you go. “Go get Jager, he can dispose of ‘er.” Your eyes widen, there was no good outcome.

“What do you want Marin? ” A voice slurred, though he was drunk, there was a malice to his voice.

“Dispose of this wench, she has nothing, no coin or anything. Slash ‘er up so the locals keep believing there’s monsters in ‘ere.” The original man kicked you in the stomach, knocking you on your side.

“Yessir.” The man you presumed to be Jager stumbled over with a knife, you started to scream.

“Shut up!” He knelt on the ground and punched you in the face. You whimpered, tears running down your face. 

‘Don’t let this be the end, not without a goodbye to Jaskier’

The man slashed across your legs, a wound that looked consistent with a werewolf to a normal villager. He continued this pattern across your collarbone to the middle of your sternum. The wounds weren’t deep, but they weren’t shallow. He lifted the bottom of your dress and repeated this again on your upper thigh.

“Think that good enough?” Jager asked his partners in crime. 

“Good ‘nough for me, I don’t think the townspeople are smart enough to tell a cat scratch from a werewolf.” The room filled with laughter, the drunk bandits finding themselves hilarious.

“Well, I’m not a townsperson.” A deep voice announced from the entrance of the cave.

“Witcher!” Jager yelled, stepping away from you and holding his knife towards Geralt, who used his magic to knock him down.

The fight began, the drunk men ganging up on Geralt, but it wasn’t an issue for him, 5 drunken bandits were easy to deal with. They were human after all.

The clashing of metal filled you ears as tears of pain rolled down your face, the blood running down your body onto the floor.

“Y/N!” A voice called over the loud clashing.

“Jaskier?” You cried out.

“I’m here, I’m here,” He repeated, crouching next to you. He untied your arms and legs before taking a look at your injuries. “Oh my Gods what did they do to you?” He gasped at the injuries.

The last of the drunken men fell to Geralt’s feet, their heads falling nearby. Geralt sheathed his sword before walking back over to you two.

“Fuck,” He grumbled, also analysing your injuries. “Take Roach and get her back to town, quickly, I’ll catch up with you.” 

Jaskier was too worried about you to realise that Geralt was actually letting him touch Roach, he quickly scooped you up and rushed out of the cave Geralt following close behind. Geralt temporarily held you while Jaskier got on Roach before handing you back into Jaskier’s grasp, holding you close as he nudged Roach to start moving. 

Everything turned black.

“Toss a coin to your witcher, o’ valley of plenty..” 

You groaned, confused on what had happened. You blinked your eyes open, and tried to sit up.

“Fuck.” You hissed out in pain looking at the bandages on your body. 

The tune stopped, a gasp came from the corner. Jaskier set his lute down before rushing over to you.

“You’re awake!” He kissed your forehead. “You’re finally awake! It’s been 3 days! Do you remember anything?” 

“No…?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Don’t stress about it too much, it’s probably better that way.” He felt your forehead. “No fever, that’s good, means you’re healing nicely. Are you hungry? You must be hungry, wait here I’ll grab you some stew.” He rushed down the stairs. 

He returned shortly with a bowl of hot stew and placed on the end table next to the bed so he could help you sit up. He sat next to you on the bed and fed you stew.

“This is all my fault, I promise you I am not going to leave without your permission ever again, fuck Y/N, I’m so sorry,” He rambled on as he fed you. You grabbed his arm.

“I forgive you Jaskier, I’m sorry for running off.”

“Don’t you dare apologize for anything-” You cut him off with a kiss.

“Let’s just stop talking about this, please? How about you tell me about your newest ballad.” His eyes lit up with excitement when you mentioned his music. 

“Well, how about I play it for you?” He jumped up, you nodded your head and smiled as he skipped over to the table to set down the bowl before grabbing his lute, strumming his newest tune. “This is about how Geralt let me ride Roach to save your life.” 

Finally, things were back to normal.

[the-firebird69]

Zues Hera can't seem to get the ship to move and we have to help him get him and his people out of here and get the ship out and it's here because of Tommy f and practically nobody else and we don't need it here and he's right they're trying to reveal something or and there's some other people doing it but they're wrong. He is using his power I'm writing report and we are delinquent in some of our duties and he's been screaming it's way past it this time f is some f****** maniac these people don't see it at all he's hovering over Us full of ordinance and robots and Jager and troops he's using the wrong setting on a shift to take the oxygen out and sitting here hitting people using that as a threat... This is nothing else should matter this is weasel above you he's going to take all the ships here and he's going to take ships elsewhere and it's lancing his ships taking tons of s*** from asking you Max and you so they start to say this this is what the ship is way past it. Find out it was Tommy F was shot me and I'm going to shoot him people want me to people want to shoot these people and they have been I do follow it since we can't move the f**** and his ship we're going to kill him and people around him make sure he doesn't remember a f****** thing he'll sledgehammer and flatten his head. And this is what's going to happen to them from now on.

No I'm pissed and people see it and I should be Mac actually save me people think we're fighting it's wrong he keeps talking smack and his it's youthful stuff it's scary he's so rude and off and everybody's saying what is the expect for this jackass routine and now I found out this ship is wrong it's in the wrong place at the wrong time we have to get it out nobody's going to get anything we're moving out Ben Arnold says.. now we're going into action and we're going to sue this jerk for everything he's worth and we are going to put it in writing he's to cease and desist if he does not he's going to hang

Bitol and Goddess

You want to give him our support and was sending our lawyers down there and we're going to get the cases going I've heard him demanded so many times it's not even funny. And they're looking at an explosion it looks like his jet crashed and he jumped out and he's trying to fake his death to try and go back on Mac and others are going out there trying to get the Intel. They got a moving and tons of people went after him found him and started arresting him try to figure out what he's doing here. There is something else that he's hovering over this area for other than our son and higher-ups there's something here that he wants to keep people off and a son says it's probably a millennium falcon and it's for going to Jupiter with and it's Charlotte harbor so the guy is kind of a slob about it

Has to have his finger in the pulse he has to have his finger on it

Olympus did you find out the hard way none of the ships can do it and none of the Black ships and that he can't do it either he's trying to grab our son's body it won't work cuz his brain will get squished and we're laughing at him cuz he's stupid he did figure it out later and he has to juice with his blood so now we're going to kill him cuz no one can

[majorweeb]

The Vacation

Lucy was tired, after being gone all the time off doing requests she needed a much-needed break.

Always being around Natsu is hard and after Gray and Juvia broke up, uh it had driven her crazy.

Apparently, Juvia was unhappy with their bedroom relations. She needed more and he couldn't keep it up unless he was drunk. It broke them down. Which in turn upset Lucy because he would go with Natsu, Happy, and her on missions.

Lucy loved Gray and enjoyed his companionship, so it didn't really matter one way or another. Yet, being labeled a homewrecker was annoying. Even if only Juvia believed it.

Lucy was done, not this month. She had saved up enough Jewels to go to the beach. She had found the perfect little house with its own private area where she and Plue could be free from the chaos that was the guildhall.

She loved everyone but even Levy thought it would be best. In fact, it was her family's home she was renting.

She yawned and stretched knowing that today she was finally able to leave and have some space.

"Ugh, I'm so glad I packed up last night! This is going to be great 4 full weeks of fun and freedom!" She said as she stretched in her pink bed. A small white cutoff tank barely covering her breasts.

Yawn escaping her lips as she rose stretching deeper, navy blue boy shorts riding up her ass as she bent over.

"Oi Lucy, still not up yet huh? Those are new, like the way they ride up..." Natsu started to say as Lucy decided to kick him in the face.

"Lucy Kick"! she screamed wondering why in the hell he couldn't use that damn door to come over.

Covering up and walking to the bathroom to get dressed for the day she huffed.

"Get out Natsu, I have shit to do and I don't need to be harassed at the moment. Can't, you ever knock?" Slamming the bathroom door in his face.

"But Lushi, Happy left me high and dry. Some stupid exceed thing and him, Charlie, and Pantherlily all left last night. I'm lonely. Can't I stay and snuggle with you?" Natsu whined from her bed stretched out and looking his best.

Years they'd been traveling together and he wanted nothing more to just bend her over and have his way. But she deserved more than the thoughts that ran through his brain as he fisted himself on lonely nights.

Lucy exited the bathroom in a low-waisted pair of painted-on skin-tight jeans, hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and a navy blue tight button-up sleeveless blouse. Oh, and Natsu was ever so pleased with his large baggy pants. Groaning at the thought of those panties from earlier being too high for her to be wearing them under those pants. Oh shit, was she wearing a bra?

He watched her as she roamed her room gathering her keys and placing them on her hip. Putting toiletries and such into a duffle.

He was about to ask her what was going on, she said that she was taking a break. Why was she packing? That's when there was a knock at her door. He could smell him before he announced himself. Gray that asshat, always getting in the damn way.

"Hey, Gray, what's up?" eyes full of joy as she smiled at him when he let himself in.

"Hey, Lucy, where ya going? I came by to see you and wanted to know what you were doing later. But I see you are packing."

"Hey Ice Princess! What are you doing here? Hiding?" Natsu said with an air of sarcasm that was obvious.

"No, she left had shit to do with Gajeel! But who fucking cares." Throwing himself onto Lucy's couch.

" Listen I love you both, and so enjoy listening to you girls banter over who is prettier. I am very much in a hurry and have to catch a train. So if you don't mind. GET OUT!"

"Where ya going, Luce? I wanted to spend time with you? Can I come too? It'll be fun, just us like old times. Please!!" Fake tears welling into Natsu's eyes as he pleaded with her to know what she was doing for the next few weeks.

"Well if you must know I rented a house out in Akane Beach, ya know Levys beach property. I have the next four weeks of sun, sand, ocean, and a whole city to explore." She seemed excited and dreamy.

The next thing she knew she has boarded a train with both Gray across from her and Natsu with his nose buried deep in her lap. She swore he loved this more than anything and it always made her a little excited knowing her scent calmed him. She grew stiff wondering what scent calmed him. He huffed and she went back to carding her finger through his hair. Yet, why the in hell are they coming along. Didn't they have better things to do?

She ignored the situation and decided to nap on the 2-hour train ride. Fingers combing through the soft tendrils of Natsu's hair. Whether she wanted to admit it or not the attention of two of the hottest ( in her opinion) guys in all of Fairy Tail, hell all of Magnolia wanted to tag along. Who was she to say no?

She awoke to the soft tapping on her shoulder a while later knowing that it was Gray informing her that they had arrived.

Luggage gathered and all of them together walked to the beach house. She picked a room out of the 5 and unpacked listening to the other 2 bickered about Mavis knows what and she just ignored it.

After all, was settled she wanted food. Not fast food or restaurant food, home-cooked food.  She grabbed her keys and released Virgo informing her of her duties while she was off shopping.

"Yes Master, will you punish me if I don't do it properly?" Virgo stated as she bowed low in her skimpy french maid's uniform.

"No, just I wanna cook but need all of this out and ready so it's easier. I won't have to look for what I need this way. " Quickly changing into something cooler.

When Lucy walked out of her appointed room in her tiny black shorts and white bikini Natsu almost busted a nut right then and there on the couch. Gray was no better, having lost his cigarette somewhere on the porch and quickly spreading ice over it to stop and prevent a fire. Overdoing it all the way to the waves.

"I'll be back getting groceries, if you need anything go and do it on your own. I'll just be an hour or so." She put a small white poncho over top and slipped on her sandals and made her way out.

"Hey Ice dick, nice cover-up! If I didn't know any better you just shot your damn load all over the fucking yard." laughing as he stretched out over the couch closing his eyes.

"Like your any better, that burn mark where your hands were arent any better. Fucking Flame brain!" putting out his smoke and coming inside.

" If I have to be here with you, I need liquor, and soon, let's go and keep your tiny firebreathing dragon in your pants huh."

When Lucy got home they were both gone and it was nice to have some quiet as she worked. She had released Virgo when she returned and quickly called upon Loke. He was a little naughty but he sure could cook.

He left with a bow when dinner was almost done and she was happy to see him for that short time.

While plating dinner the door busted open and in came Natsu and Gray, shitfaced and laughing. She could deal with them happily, this would be cake.

"Hey Luce, is that dinner. So hungry, want food then you! GRRRR!" Natsu growled as he sat at the table.

Lucy was shocked he had never spoken to her that way before and was way out of character, even when he had had a few.

Gray just sat across from him, smile plastered to his face sitting in just his boxer briefs. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a sizable tent in Grays briefs. Assuming it must have been just the alcohol she continued serving.

"Of course, not a single day without some fun huh guys." Smacking her forehead at the both of them. Natsu being a dumb ass and Gray almost naked.

"Hey Lucy, we brought home drinks you wanted to relax, let's eat and have fun. Chat, get to know each other better." Slamming the large bottle of Jager on the table.

She didn't know what to say or think, but a drink or two would get them to calm down and maybe give her the evening alone as they slept it off. Maybe she could write a little as she planned, or a nite swim was nice.

Dinner went off nicely, she made lamb chops with rosemary and garlic, sided with cauliflower Au Gratin and asparagus.

They all decided to start drinking and her goal was a few drinks and shove them off to sleep. Yet, that was far from her evening plans! This night was a night to remember.

After the first bottle was done and they were a giggling mess on the back deck, she had summoned who she had hoped would be Loke. Someone with willpower to calm them all down, as they were begging for more alcohol.

That is not who she summoned at all, in fact, Virgo was all for her master being shitfaced. She got more alcohol and learned if Lucy was dared she would be punished and have her ass bit. She enjoyed this Lucy more. She released herself with a moan.

Lucy leaned over both the boys and whispered, " Wanna hear a secret?"

Both sat up straight and made sure to listen so carefully, excited to hear what the blonde had to say.

"I've always wanted to see you two kiss! Please be nice to me, I'm a good girl right. I wanna see tongue."

Gray just shrugged his shoulders and leaned over, placing his lips onto Natsu. He was expecting it to be quick and make Lucy happy, little did he know that the warmth of his lips sent a shock right to his groin. It didn't help that Natsu moaned and grabbed the back of his neck in the process licking his lips begging for entry.

Lucy removed herself from their lap and watched in amazement as the kiss became more and more heated.

Hands groping, tongues lashing. The next thing she knew Gray was on top of Natsu caging him in and not allowing him to retreat from the small loveseat made of bamboo.

Natsu thrust his hips forward and ground against Gray in a way to relieve the pressure of his growing problem,  moaning and panting between licks, bites, and kisses.

Lucy moaned out loud catching the attention of the 2 men who seemed to have lost all thought and cared less about where they were.

"Lushie, are you jealous? Or is that smell out of lust?" Natsu said as he sniffed the air in her direction. The prominent tent in his pants growing by the second.

Gray removed himself from above Natsu and picked Lucy up threw her over his shoulder and carried her into the house. Groping her ass in the process. Natsu followed.

Walking into the room she had picked which seemed to have the largest bed know to all Fiore, he tossed her on it. Natsu coming behind Gray rubbing up against him making the man moan as he felt his friend's cock press roughly against his ass.

He leaned his head against his shoulder feeling the warm hands of Natsu roam his alcohol-riddled body and shuddered.

"Lucy, I want you to take off your clothes, I want to watch you go crazy as you watch us. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you be good and not touch yourself as I touch Gray.

She nodded enthusiastically as her shorts and bikini top were removed. Whimpering as she removed the small patch of fabric covering her leaking wet pussy.

Natsu had started stroking off Gray through his briefs as they both watched Lucy wiggle and squirm. The smell of her arousal thick in the air as their clothes were removed between petting and touching. Natsu got down on his knees and licked the underside of Grays cock. Feeling it's girth lay on his tongue. Gray got on the bed first, just to her right feeling the softness of the cotton under his fingers, using his ice magic to create a pair of cuffs for her on the bed. Pinning her down and spreading her out.

Natsu came up on her left, warming his hands so that the touch of his fingers was like a shock to her entire body.

"Please, oh Mavis someone touch me already. Together,  separate, I don't care. I've needed and wanted this for so long. I'm begging you!" moaning loudly as each of them worked their way up her body. Kissing each other along the way. She could feel their precum dripping on her thighs as they groped, licked, and flicked different parts of her body.

She was overwhelmed, the icy feel of Gray with the burning touch of Natsu drove her insane. Screaming as her first orgasm ripped through her.

"Good girl, what would you like next?" Gray whispered in her ear causing the warmth to pool between her legs once again.

Seeing Natsu lick the slick of her orgasm off his fingers was too much, she held back a moan as her body became hotter and hotter and not form touch.

Both of them slowly started sending an icy burning trail down her body. Cupping her and teasing her until she thrashed against the icy cuffs.

They took turns rubbing her clit, while the other entered her giving her the feeling of both of their magic. Showing her that it wasn't just for fighting.

" I need you in me please!!" She begged

Gray removed her cuffs and they let her relax for a moment, she watched in awe as she watched them both on their knees kissing again. As they kneeled over her their cocks touched and she leaned forward and licked them simultaneously. Wrapping her hands around them both stroking them as they made out.

They stopped and the look in their eyes had her building again, she had heard about sex, but never anything like this.

They looked back at each other when out of nowhere Gray said, " Bottom!"

She had assumed he meat to take from Natsu but boy was she wrong.

Natsu gathered her up in his arms and made her wrap her legs tightly around his waist. Felling his hot cock bob against her thighs, feeling its warmth against her clit and begging to enter her.

She looked over at Gray laying on his back lubing up his own cock, back against the headboard, soft moans escaping his lips.

"Go to him, he's waiting!" Natsu whispered in her ear causing her to shiver with excitement. she crawled over to Gray, ass in the air in hopes to entice Natsu. Entice she did, except she wasn't expecting a hot tongue licking a wet hot streak from clit to ass. Making her jello in their arms.

"Please, need more." breathy moans and lust addled mind saying all she could.

"Turn around, let me help you."

She obeyed and she was then pulled back into Grays's arms. His chest against her back, his cock throbbing against the cleft of her ass, his hands playing with her nipples, rolling them around between his finger and thumb. Keeping his hands icy and causing her to twitch with anticipation.

He then pulled her up so that his cock was pressed against her dripping wet pussy, lips throbbing, eyes heavy and full of lust. Until Natsu got on his hands and knees and crawled across the bed in-between her legs.

Shoving the ice-cold cock down his throat, enjoying the moans from Gray as his heated breath and mouth covered him completely.

"Fuck Natsu, so good, so warm yes!" Gray moaned thrusting his hips as her body gushed from the site and the feelings.

" Nice choice on taste Ice Prick!" Natsu smirked moving Grays cock aside and he began to loosen Lucy up, licking her clit as his fingers toyed with her tight little asshole.

She screamed and relaxed around the digits and more and more entered her. Scissoring her open, making her body ready for Gray.

Before she knew it she was being ripped open as Gray started moving his cock deeper and deeper into her ass. Saying calming words into her ear while Natsu began to lick her clit again. Nibbling on her lips, thrusting his tongue into her warm cavern.

Once she was relaxed Gray trusted up into her. Enjoying the feel yet afraid of cumming too soon.

Natus leaned over them, kissing Lucy, letting her taste the lube, herself, and Gray all at once on him.

He then leaned down to kiss Gray, the passion deep and inviting.

Reaching down with his right hand, burning her skin so delicately and popping her right breast into her mouth he shoved his cock deep inside her in one fluid motion.

Her scream would have had the neighbors calling the police if they were in Magnolia. But here, here they could ravage her as much as they wanted, no fear of having to stop. Not unless she said so.

Lifting himself slightly he began to trust, causing not only his cock to move but Grays as well. Making her as full as possible.

Her nails dug into Natsu's back, her lips sloppily kissing Gray. Moaning as she was about to reach yet another orgasm and squeezing tightly around her boys. Enjoying the feeling of Grays hands fondling her nipples, sucking on her ears lobes, kissing her neck. While Natsu leaned back slightly to watch her come apart as his thumb rubbed circles on and around her clit. Edging her into completion.

"Yes.. Yes... Oh Fuck Yes! Please more, don't stop I need you in me, fill me, fuck me, claim me, take me I'm yours.

Her moans drowning out even the sound of the waves outside.

Gray was moaning as well, "Cum again Lucy, come on baby I wanna feel you cum on my cock."

Natsu started thrusting faster and harder. He leaned down and kissed Gray again to then turn his head and kiss Lucy, " That's it, baby. Cum for us, scream, let us make you feel good all month long."

Her orgasm ripped through her in a loud guttural groan, making her whole body go tight.

The feel of her squeeze caused both men to gasp and lose their breath as Natsu started to pump in a ragged uneven rhythm.

His orgasm was ripped from him first, the look in his eyes as he stared down at Gray in his moment of bliss made Gray cum loudly. Their eyes never leaving each other as they rode out their orgasm.

Natsu carefully pulled out of Lucy, assisted Gray in untangling her limp and satisfied body to the bed.

Gray went and got a few warm rags and gently cleaned and cared for Lucy while Natsu got them each a water bottle. She drank like a dying woman, thirst more apparent now that she stopped. With the sheet over her overstimulated body, she relaxed reaching out for them to hold her. Wanting to be the middle spoon.

"Never leave me, guys. I love you, and I know you love each other." she yawned and fell asleep. Being held by the two men she loved most.

Natsu leaned over Lucy to kiss her on her cheek and promised to never leave. Confessing he's loved her all along.

He looked at Gray, "Shes Right ya know, I love you too! I would do anything for ya!"

Gray reached across and kissed him deeply, " I love you too flame brain, and you too Lucy. Tomorrow we can work all this out."

They all fell asleep in each other's arms, full of love and bliss.

This has no beta and I did a quick read to make sure I edited it okay!

[simonxriley]

1, 3, 16, 18 and 22 for the Writer Qs? ❤️❤️

Thank you! 💜💜

Ask the Writer Game

1: Is there a favorite character or title you enjoy writing for the most?

Canon wise it would be Tachanka, Glaz, Ghost, Price and Grayson. OC wise it would be Skylar and Liz. It’s hard to choose 😅

3: Name a fanfic/story you are particularly proud of writing.

Jade Helm, hands down. I know it’s nowhere near being done, but I’m just so proud of it. It’s the one fic I have where writing it doesn’t feel like a chore and writing about Skylar’s and Tachanka’s relationship comes so easily, that I can just write. I’ve never had that before and it feels like a breath of fresh air. 

16: Any ideas you wanted to write about, but never did?

I wanted to do a Bandit x Jager one-shot where Bandit brings his niece and nephew to the base and shows them around, eventually coming to Jager working on his chopper. Jager then takes them all for a quick drive around. I still might do this at some point. 

Kapkan and Skylar’s origin story. I did one for all of her ships (2 I’m still working on) but it only seems fair that I do it for all of her ships. I just find it a little too bland to write, it’s not as juicy as her other ones. 

18: Are there any topics you find difficult to write for?

Definitely non-con. I’m fine with implying it in the story, but to actually write it is a big no for me. 

22: Care to share any future WIP ideas you have lined up?

Besides the stuff I already have in progress I have another Tachanka x Skylar one shot that’s pretty much like I Love You And I’m Sorry, but instead of Skylar dying and Tachanka dealing with the pain, it’ll be Tachanka dying and Skylar dealing with the pain. A Fuze & Glaz one-shot and a crossover between R6S (Tachanka & Skylar) and Call of Cthulhu where the cult takes Tachanka as hostage to force Skylar and Pierce to do the ritual. 

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1. What was the highlight of your week? Hanging out with Justin, probably 2. Who's car were you in last? Mine 3. When is the next time you will kiss someone? Next time I see Justin 4. What color shirt are you wearing? Red 5. How long is your hair? Short 6. Last movie you watched? Uhhhh. Silence of the Lambs? 7. Last thing you ate? Grilled cheese with pepperoni 8. Last thing you drank? Water 9. Where did you sleep last night? My bed 10. Are you happy right now? Yes 11. What did you say last? -shrug- 12. Where is your phone? By my feet 13. What was the last museum you went to? I believe the science museum 14. What color are your eyes? Dark brown 15. Who came over last? Kids’ dad to pick them up 16. When was the last time you had your heart broken? Last year 17. Who/what do you hate/dislike currently? This headache I have 18. What are you listening to? Hard Candy Christmas by Dolly Parton lmao 19. If you could have one thing right now what would it be? A billion dollars 20. What is your favorite smell? Roses, lemons 21. Who makes you happiest right now? My kiddos and Justin 22. What were you doing at midnight last night? Watching JoJo’s with Justin 23. Are you left-handed? No 24. What's for dinner tonight? We had bratwurst and corn. 25. What is the last alcoholic beverage you had? Idk, that was three years ago. Probably whiskey or Jager. 26. When is your birthday? November 2. 27. Who was the last person to send you a text message? Justin

28. When is that last time you were in a swimming pool? Couple months ago 29. Where was the last place you went shopping? Kroger 30. How do you feel about your hair right now? It’s a little fluffy, just air dried after the shower. 31. Do you have any expensive jewelery? Yes 32. AIM or MSN? lol Old 33. Where are you going tomorrow? No idea 34. Are you an only child or do you have siblings? I have an older sister 35. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled? A little 36. What was the first thing you thought when you woke up? "What time is it?” 37. Do you drink beer? Not anymore 38. Myspace or Facebook? Facebook. 39. Do you have T-Mobile? Yes 40. What is your favorite subject in school? Writing stuff 41. What type of boy/girl do you usually fall for? Intelligent 42. Do you have any talents? Not really 43. Have you ever been IN a wedding? Yes 44. Do you have any children? Two boys 45. Did you take a nap today? Yes 46. Ever met someone named Earl? I’m sure 47. Do you want to be famous one day? No 48. Are you multitasking right now? No 49. Could you handle being in the military? No 50. What is your average cell phone bill? $61 51. Do you beleive in karma? It’s a nice idea, but no 52. Ever been to Las Vegas? No 53. What are you doing today? Today is pretty much over. 54. Have you ever been gambling? Yes 55. When is the last time you updated your blog? ...Now? 56. Have you been to New York City? Yepp 57. Ever been to Disneyland/world? World, twice 58. Do you have a favorite cartoon character? Spinelli from Recess 59. Last thing you cooked? Grilled cheese 60. Stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone? Dropped it in a toilet 61. Last time you were sick? Idk 62. Last person you kissed? Justin