#I FUCKING- NOOOO- okay um *deep breath *

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Can you write a Percy de Rolo one shot where the gender neutral reader has to be revived after taking an arrow for Percy and the aftermath

Thank you so much for sending something for Percy in. I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it as well, anon.<3

On the romantic side

pairing: Percival de Rolo x gn!Reader

synopsis: “Come on, stay with me. Open your eyes. Fuck, Pike!” You recognize Percy´s voice calling out for help and hold onto his arm with all the strength that is left in you.

warnings: lethal injury, mentions of blood and fighting, angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 1.5k

“Noooo!” His voice echoes through the hall and rings in your ears. Followed by the piercing pain of something sharp  puncturing your neck.

The breath get knocked out of you instantly. You barely even feel the pain of crashing to the floor, dragged down by the sheer force with which the arrow was shot. You try to call out to someone. Percy, Pike, Keyleth, just anyone, but the only sounds that come out are some gurgling ones as blood enters your mouth. It spills over and runs down your chin, further sullying your clothes. You feel your strength fading fast, yet even if it weren´t your mind wouldn´t be clear enough to heal yourself. You feel someone carrying you away, but through closed eyes you can´t see who it is. A deep, frustrated grunt comes from above.

“Come on, stay with me. Open your eyes. Fuck, Pike!” You recognize Percy´s voice calling out for help and hold onto his arm with all the strength that is left in you. “Please, I…”

Something wet falls onto your cheek, but you can´t hear the rest of what he says as your body begins to shut down. Everything that once weighed you down is lifted from you, by some divine power. It´s peaceful and warm and safe. The glowing figure of your sister takes you by the hand, leading you towards a comforting light. When you try to ask her what all this means and how she could be here when she had died already, no sound leaves your lips.

Yet just as you are about to give in and follow the woman that had raised you so selflessly for most of your life, an indescribable force pulls you back from her. All the way back into a cold world full of pain. Your eyes open once more and you try to sit up with a gasp but a gentle hand pushes you back down.

“Whoa. Take it easy.” You recognize Vax as the source of the softly spoken words. Pike sits on the other side of your bed. Giving you a tight lipped but glad smile.

“What happened?” You ask them. Coughing up a storm as your throat scratches with every word.

“Well, um, you kinda got hit by an arrow back there.” Pike bashfully scratches her cheek.

“Wh-What?” This time Vax can´t keep you from sitting up. You look around with heavy bursts of breath escaping your lungs.

As you look around your room you remember everything. The battle, seeing Percy about to get shot and jumping in front of him to save him as the only solution you saw.

“Where is Percy, is he…?”

“He´s been in his workshop all day.” Vax grumbles.

“Was he here ever since we came back?” You are unsure why you even ask that question, but something tells you, that you need to know.

The lack of answer that you get in return is all the answer you need.

“Can I go see him?” You turn again to Pike. Looking for her go ahead. Which doesn´t come.

“I may have been able to bring you back, but it was a close call. You need to rest now.”

Wordlessly you let yourself fall back onto the pillow and huff a breath. “Okay.”

The two of them leave you alone after that. Telling you to sleep and that they would look after you again tomorrow.

But no matter how much you toss and turn, sleep won´t find you anymore. So, despite the warning you stand up and make your way down the hall. Sneaking past several rooms until you stand in front of his workshop. Underneath the door you can see the flickering light of candles and hear the muffled sounds of tinkering. For a moment your hand hovers inches away from the wooden portal. Debating with yourself if it would be smart to interrupt him. If he was avoiding you, there must be a reason and who are you to just burst in on him like this. Then again something deep inside you tells you, that you need to see him and you need to talk to him.

Before you can stop yourself to think again, you have already knocked at the door. It takes a moment to open, but once it does, Percy stands in front of you with an unreadable look on his face.

“You´re awake again. Good.” Is all the acknowledgement you get from him.

“May I come in?” You scratch the back of your neck at a loss for any more words.

The door opens the slightest bit further and he takes a step back, making barely enough space for you to pass through.

“What have you been working on?” You murmur as you sit on one of the stools, but Percy only stands there. His back turned towards you, shoulders tense.

“Pike said I shouldn´t come here tonight…” You continue in a soft voice. As loud as your aching throat will allow you.

“Then why are you here?” He grips the workbench so hard his knuckles must be turning even paler than usual under the leather gloves.

“I´m sorry… I just… I needed to see you…” You are taken aback by his reaction.

“Well, you saw me now.” His tone is clipped and so icy you almost think it drew all the warmth from the room.

“Percy, I don´t understand. I was just trying to protect you…”

“No, of course you don´t understand.” His shoulders tense even further and from the looks of it he pinches the bridge of his nose. Not that you could really tell from your place behind him.

You stand up and reach a hand out, desperate to touch him, to have him believe you and stop being so cold.

In the same moment he turns around and gives you a glare, prompting you to retract your hand and sit back down. “So why don´t you just explain it to me? We are both reasonable adults. You can talk to me.”

“Would you leave it if I said I can´t do that yet…” His voice and face turn surprisingly soft all of a sudden.

“Not if you plan on continuing to be like this.” You meet his eyes again.

“Like what?” He asks, clearly becoming frustrated with god knows what or who.

“Cold and irritable, when all I did was trying to help.”

He sighs and sits down beside you, before he speaks in an apologetic tone. “You may just wanted to help, but I almost lost you. I already lost one of my families. I can´t lose another.”

“Oh…” You are unsure what to say. Your heart aches. For his loss and for the fact that he did not see you the way you saw him. “I´m sorry. It´s late and I interrupted your work. I should go back to bed.”

“Okay.”

The conversation doesn´t help you sleep that night at all. Or the ones to come, as a result you pull away from him. Until you find yourself in front of his workshop again. Wandering up and down the hall in uncertainty. Right when you want to walk away again.

“I can see your feet under the door. Come in.” He says with a blank face.

You follow his instructions and sit down in the same spot you sat in a few days back.

“Can I… Can I ask you a question?” You murmur hesitantly.

“What is it?” He answers.

“Do you really see me as your family?” You look at your hands, fingers playing with each other uneasily.

“Well, all of you, as much as you may steal my last nerves sometimes. Why?” He questioned.

“Hm?”

“Why are you asking that? There surely must be a reason for this trouble late at night. I know you.” He inquires further.

“I… I just…” You pause. Weighing the cleverness of speaking the following words. “I found that the nature of my feelings towards you to be a little less on the familiar side.”

“What side are they on instead?”

“The romantic side… But now that I see you do not feel the same I am starting to think it may have been a mistake to confess that. So, please ignore my foolishness.”

“No.”

“No?” Once again you are taken aback by his persistence.

“No. I will not ignore you and you are not foolish. In fact, I… I feel the same for you.” He takes a step towards you.

“Then why did you…” It´s becoming harder to come up with words.

“Because I was afraid and you were just brought back from the dead. I did not know how to behave towards you or what to say. It was my fault you did what you did. I could never apologize enough for that. I…” You interrupt his rambling by pressing your lips to his for a moment.

“It was not your fault. It was my choice and I would do it again any day over having to live with the knowledge that I could have done something to prevent your death and I didn´t.”

[autisticlancemcclain]

The mattress squeaks again as Lance shuffles, for the billionth time, pointy elbow narrowly missing Hunk’s head as he squirms around.

Hunk is going to kill him. Actually. All the way to death.

“Lance,” he grits out, “sleepovers mean you need to go the fuck to sleep. You are driving me insane.”

Lance freezes. He’s completely still for several moments.

“Um, I was halfway through turning around when you said that. Are you gonna get mad if I turn all the way? I don’t think I can sleep like this.”

Hunk sighs, deep and long. Why. Why does he do this to himself. He could be sleeping comfortably, all by himself, free of flailing limbs and icy fingers and sleep talking, but noooo. Lance knocks at his door before bed, pillow pillow clutched in his hands and eyes widened in the world’s saddest pout, and Hunk caves immediately.

Well. He’s already dug himself into this hole, so.

He heaves himself into a sitting position, flicking on the bedside lamp and giving Lance a Look.

“Why can you not sit still for even three seconds?”

Lance smiles sheepishly at him. “Sorry. Just — thinking.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” Hunk says, flicking him on the forehead. “I meant ‘what are you thinking about’, you goober.”

To Hunk’s great surprise and even greater intrigue, a quiet flush blooms on Lance’s cheeks.

Oh, now. This?

This has just made Hunk’s night four thousand times better. He’s almost completely forgiven Lance for keeping him awake until ungodly hours in the morning with his tossing and turning.

“Oh ho ho. You are blushing. This wouldn’t have anything to do with Keith’s visit today, would it?”

Lance can’t seem to help the giddy smile that overtakes his face.

“Maybe a little.”

“Spill! Spill! I must know everything!”

“I dunno,” Lance teases. “You were all grumpy earlier. Maybe I should let you sleep.”

“Don’t you dare pull that shit with me, Leandro Agustín. I want every juicy detail immediately.” He wiggles his fingers threateningly, looking pointedly at Lance’s ribs — a known weak spot. “Do not underestimate what I will do to get this information.”

Lance shoves him and his wiggling fingers away, scrambling back with a laugh. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell.” He bites his lip, looking down in his lap. His hands start flapping wildly beside him as he lets out a little giggle.

Hunk is so curious he’s nearly vibrating with it, right along with Lance. God. Why on Earth didn’t Lance lead with this? This is clearly the juiciest of information!

“Okay, you know how I was the one to walk Keith back to his ship after everyone said goodbye?”

Hunk gasps. He was already suspicious about that, but —

“No.”

Lance beams, smile so wide and bright that it squints his positively sparkling brown eyes completely shut, a sound of pure elation escaping him as he falls backwards on the pillows.

“Yes! He kissed me, Hunk! On the mouth! With tongue!”

Hunk shrieks, shaking Lance by the shoulders. God, they are being so loud, but Hunk can’t bring himself to care. Any tiredness has left his body in smoke. He feels like he could run a marathon. He can’t believe it’s finally happened! Actually! In the real world, and not Lance just talking about it dreamily for hours!

“Oh my God! Lance! He kissed you!”

“I know! It was — eek! It was everything, Hunk. I thought I was going to explode. He grabbed my hand before we even got the the hangar, so I was already pumped about that, and then after I hugged him goodbye he just didn’t let go. And he was just staring at me with this little smile on his face, and I asked him what was wrong and he said —”

Lance interrupts himself with a giggly, high-pitched noise, shoving his flushed face in a pillow and kicking out his legs. It’s the cutest thing in the world. Hunk doesn’t think he’s seen Lance this excited in — maybe not ever, actually. He’s so excited he can barely even speak.

“He said: ‘Nothing’s wrong. I just want to try something.’ And then I said okay and then he pressed me against the side of his ship and kissed the breath out of me! He’s the best kisser in the universe, I swear to God. It’s just — I thought he would be kind of hard and fiery about it, you know?”

Hunk nods, because he does know — Lance has talked about it a lot. (Not the Hunk can blame him, if he’s being entirely honest. Keith is kind of a looker.)

“But it was so soft. Holy shit. He kissed me like I was the most precious thing to ever exist. And when he pulled away he was smirking, a little, and then he said ‘it was good to see you, Blue’, kissed me again, and then flew off. I swear I didn’t move for, like, twenty minutes. I felt like I’d just been electrocuted or something.”

Hunk fans his face, shooting Lance a teasing grin. “Who knew Keith was such a romantic, huh?”

“Shuddup,” Lance says, smacking him gently with a pillow. He can’t even bring himself to frown playfully, so all-encompassing is his joy. “That’s why I couldn’t sleep. I just — I keep remembering the feeling of his hands on my waist.”

“Well, no wonder.”

Hunk continues to poke fun at Lance’s flushed face until he starts to yawn, and both of their eyes start to droop. He leans over and clicks the light back off.

“You think you’ll be able to sleep now, Dawn Pinkett?”

“Oh, shuddup.”

But Lance doesn’t really look mad. In fact, he falls asleep with a smile on his face, and Hunk hears him mutter Keith’s name no less than four times in his sleep.

As he falls asleep himself, Hunk can’t help but smile. Maybe he doesn’t really mind flailing limbs and icy fingers that much after all — of all their sleepovers are going to be this juicy, Hunk is never going to complain about drool on his pillows again.

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based on this post

[hunterbunter3000]

I am a price whore, sweetheart seeing price hunch over his desk, walked up to him, standing beside him and messaging his shoulder and do that hand gestures where she slide one of her hands down his chest, aight imma dipp😗✌️

ARRHHGHHHH

Mind turning into mush and for what

BRUH after all that has happened, I feel like Sweetheart is getting bold 💀 cause honestly, she's trying to figure out if they all do like her (as Laswell said)

So she goes to Price's office, and he's so busy he just grunts permission to enter, not really seeing it's Sweetheart. She enters with his nightly hour tea that she's been giving him today cause he's so busy. She looks so sad that he's working himself to the bone (and to the shape of a shrimp 🍤) so she sighs and walks over to him, putting his tea and cookies down on his desk. She comes on his side and caresses his tense shoulder.

Sweetheart, in a low voice: Cap, maybe you should take a break.

Price shivers, her fucking hot ass voice snaps him out of his grind (YOU'RE MESSING IT UP SWEETHEART FUCKIN LEAVE)

Price: Hm. Later.

And then goes back to the grind 💀 she sighs and then has an idea.

Sweetheart: how 'bout I give you a shoulder massage! Maybe that'll relieve some of the tension?

SHIIIII BABY SAY LESSSSS

Price nods, but his mind is going BONKERS-- like omg her hands are gonna touch me, soft calloused hands, her perfume FUCK

So she does the massage, and she's actually getting in there- so much so that Price is grunting AHAHA She kinda slows down cause wtf was that? She asks if he's okay and mumbles yes, continue- so she does

She kinda gets lost in it- I mean who WOULDN'T-- his broad ass shoulders, the built muscle, THE LOW GRUNTS AUGHHH her mind just becomes hazy and her hands start to travel. Traveling to his neck, making goosebumps form along the way, slowly and gently moving down to his big chest (HNNGGGGG IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH)

Price's breath hitches cause um??? She's never done this before??? She leans into him, her chest resting on his back and her breath fanning on his neck. The small scratches from her nails is making him lose his mind. It's already lost from her fondling him, hands moving to his neck, shoulders and chest. Almost like she's studying him, how he feels, what makes him hot. Papers long forgotten, Price's fingers are GRIPPING the edge of his desk. Fuucckkkk it's been forever since he's been felt up like this.

Sweetheart, in his ear: Relax.... you're still tense.

BIITCHHHH HOW CAN HE RELAX?? He takes a deep breath, and the sigh. That this man. LETS OUT. UGHHHH rated R. Istg

If you walked in his office now, the scene is so sensual omg- Price is leaning all the way back, completely relaxed, eyes closed with mouth slightly open and eyebrows creased a bit. Sweetheart behind him, tatas pressed up against his back, head fitted between his neck with her eyes hazy and low, and her hands feeling everything. (His shoulders, arms, forearms, his chest, waist and stomach)

Sweetheart:...Are you relaxed now?

Price, lightheaded and pink: Yes...

Sweetheart, smiles: Good.

Huh? Where the hands go? Where the pressure from her chest go? Oh she got up (NOOOOO WHYYYYYY) Price snaps his eyes open and looks at her fleeting figure. Her swaying hips still keeping him light-headed.

She smiles at him before leaving.

Sweetheart: I'm glad I made you feel relaxed! Also, make sure to drink your tea while it's hot. Good night Price.

And with the sound of the click from the door, she's gone. Price can't believe what happened. Maybe he fell asleep on his desk and he had another fantasy about her? (He has had alot of fantasies about her LOLL)

Noooo, he's still up, he pinched himself. Fuck, that legit happend. And the tea is still hot... how? It felt like hours in that state of mind with her. He looked at his clock; 11:10 p.m.

....Are you fucking kidding me. (THAT ONLY LASTED FOR TEN MINUTES???MOTHER FUCK--)

Sweetheart in her room: SCREEEECCHHHHHH WHY DID I DO THAT!?!? OMG HE JUST NEEDED A MASSAGE NOT FOREPLAY OMFG WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEAAAAAA he was so hot tho- NO SHUT UP (and then cries for bout an hour)

[themurderofcrowscollective]

" . . . T-Thank you. " Your voice is soft and full of shyness, and you're sure you saw Soap clutch his chest as he has to hold onto Ghost for support who is also blushing. " He's got the voice of an angel too, shit. " Ghost only smiles at you. Gaz is now on the floor, curled up in a ball, hiding his face because it's like Cupid shot an arrow into his heart when you spoke. Price and Nikolai chuckle fondly, Price having put his arm around your shoulder. " You look good, son. " Agh fuck being called son is doing things to your heart, you can't blush any redder than you already are so you try to distract yourself by making sure Gaz is okay. " Are you okay? " " Noooo... I've heard the voice of an angel, I don't think I'll survive. " Gaz mumbled, giggling a bit. Lord he's dramatic, you just sigh and pick him up gently, the two of you refusing to look at each other. Soap and Ghost blush madly when you look at them. Good god you're not going to survive, so you figure to make plans for your funeral. Once that was over, Price and Nikolai shooed you all out of the kitchen and you four decided to explore the house. Unexpectedly your hands were grabbed by Gaz and Soap, making your heart pound faster to the point where your wolf ears and tail pop out. " Wait. You transform when you feel something? " Gaz asks as you do so. " Mhm. I-I'm not used to feeling emotions, s-so uh... " Your ears droop down as your tail wags nervously, doing -10 heart damage to Gaz as Soap and Ghost hang onto each other. " Oh god he's so cute. " " Now you know what I've been dealing with for the past week. " Ghost chuckles softly, Soap making a dying Scot sound when you four continue the tour. God there are so many rooms. Eventually you all decided to go back to the living room and grab your things, letting Price and Nik know that you all found your rooms. The smell of meat sizzling in the pan made your stomach rumble, it smells so good that your tail wags again before Soap drags you off so you stop drooling over the smell. For some reason you had a feeling you wouldn't be sleeping alone despite finding a bed that had the right amount of space underneath it. And hey, the closet is a wardrobe so you were excited about it because hey, new hiding spot. When you set your bag on the bed, Gaz walks inside. " H-Hey uh... I- jesus christ, um- Wanna... go for a... walk? " He scratches the back of his neck as he speaks, you not noticing how you look at him so lovingly. Soap and Ghost seemed to be hanging out in the hallway, so when you nodded, Gaz got excited and told the others. Maybe you're starting to realize why you find these three so fun to be around, they're your favorite people. When you're all outside after letting Price know, you take in the fresh air. It feels so nice, and you all decide to walk around the lake. You don't want to admit it but along the walk, you kept eyeing the lake until you feel Ghost shove you into the water. You resurface instantly, looking shocked before you start laughing. It feels so good to swim. Taking a deep breath, you dive deep into the lake and swim around before you resurface and climb out of the lake, your clothes sticking to your skin and showing just how well-defined your body is. Sadly you hate the feeling of a wet shirt sticking to your skin so you pull it off. At that moment, Gaz had to hang on to Ghost and Soap as he gasped loudly. " Mate, you're going to end up killing Gaz if you keep this up. " Soap muttered it softly, taken away. Ghost is saying absolutely nothing, you think you broke him.

Monster

(COD brainrot mixed with how I see myself and comfort cause lord knows I need it. Is this self-shipping? Probably but I don't have the brain capacity to care.) You are a monster. Whatever you were before is long dead, the photos of you have the face scratched out and every mirror you've owned became either covered with a rag or smashed in during your darker times. You can't remember the last time you've even spoke to anyone during your years of service in the army after the incident. Sometimes you're haunted by the images that flash in your mind; heads severed from their bodies, organs ripped out and strung up, the damned flickering and broken lights. But you don't have the ability to feel anything about anything anymore. Rookies and lower-ranking soldiers avoid you like the plague, you can smell the fear off of them when they walk the other way, and higher ranks are on edge when you're nearby. Just one look at someone will have them think their days are numbered. On any mission, you're the one they call when all else fails. There's even a certain phrase everyone says when they're in deep shit; " Release the monster. " You'd be lying if you didn't admit that you like the phrase, and when you're called upon, everyone knows to evacuate as to not experience the horrors of you doing your job. There's always a 95% chance you'll come back with blood everywhere, but everyone knows your chance of surviving are always 100%. There's been many instances the higher-ups tell you that you're being transferred to better teams, and you obeyed them obediently. No one would come to see you off though, not a single one would go to say goodbye. You can't care about it despite it all, monsters are mindless and capable of destruction, not feeling anything nor thinking. You are given your orders and you complete them, simple as that. Currently you are being transferred to the base of the 141, having waited a few days for the paperwork to transfer or as you'd put it, your leash being handed off to the next person but what you don't know is that this team is the last one you'll ever be in. As the helicopter lands on the tarmac, you get out and only see one man waiting for you. Either he's never heard of you or he just might be the only guy to test your waters, you don't know yet. As you walk towards him, you can pick up the smell of coffee and cigars as you hand him a note: 'Captain John Price. This is Lieutenant 'Monster', we couldn't find his name in the files as it has been redacted. Should you need any advice, do not send him out on any missions unless it is dire. He is the last one you dispatch. Should you need a last resort, call upon Lieutenant 'Monster' with this phrase: " Release the monster. " and pray for the sorry bastards who meet him.' - The name of your former Captain. The man named Captain John Price looks at the note and nods, pocketing it away before looking at you. " Welcome to the 141, Lieutenant. " You only nod before he leads you inside, you following behind him. First he hands you a set of keys before getting to your room, allowing you to set your bags down on the bed carefully. You know you won't be sleeping on the bed but at least you can hide under it with ease. " You'll have time to unpack but first I need you to come meet the others. " Again you nod before following him to his office. As he opens the door and you enter, closing the door behind you, you instantly look around to assess the new teammates you'll be working with. Already one of them is staring at you.

[bistaxx]

……… I got home just saw the news :((((((((

[imaginarypeteel]

Unlucky months II

Marjan Marwari x f!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Sum: Marjan is having trouble accepting herself

Part I Part III

A/N: I'm not against Islam. i have Muslim friends and we support each other whole heartedly. I am not trying to disrespect Islam in any way with this fic

Standing there, in front of the station few minutes before 8pm, you were taking deep breaths. In-out, in-out. You can do this Y/n. Yes, she's pretty. Yes, she's hot but she is not interested.

You were just going to walk into the large garage when Marjan along with Mateo and Paul walked out. They looked like they were having a small argument about something but shut up when they saw you.

You awkwardly smiled and waved: "Hi?"

Mateo and Paul exchanged looks before the Mexican stabbed the woman with his elbow lightly and the other man dragged him off to leave the two girls alone. "We'll leave you two to talk," told Paul.

"So... You wanted to talk? Or something?" you started.

"Yes, um, I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. It was really rude of me and I understand why you would want to leave," she rushed sincerely, fingers twisting her hijab.

You raised a brow, "Why do i feel like there's a but?"

The Muslim laughed nervously, she licked her lips and looked around. "Probably because there is," she said finally, "I know you want to leave soon but I was thinking that maybe until then, you could stay with me and hey, if nothing happens while you do that then maybe... maybe you can stay. And before you say anything," the pretty woman shot you a glare, "I know you don't want to be a burden but I promise, you're not. I want you to stay with me. I am pretty sure you are homeless right now anyway."

You stared at Marjan for a while in silence, the gears in your head slowly working through her request/offer.

  "But I've already brought enough trouble to you," you mumbled to yourself.

  "Nah! Besides, when I rescued you from the fire, I got my few minutes of fame," she joked lightly.

 You grinned at her words, "I mean okay, if it's really fine with you," you finally agreed.

  "Great!" she exclaimed happily. "So uh, where is your stuff? We can bring it now and you can stay the night at mine's already."

  You tongued your cheek in embarrassment while Marjan innocently waited for you to answer. "Um, all my stuff burned in the fire," you said, hiding your face behind your hands, so you wouldn't have to see the pity in the Muslim's eyes.

  "Oh... I uh, I suppose you can use my clothes until we get you your new ones."

  Wear... Marjan's.... clothes? Your face flushed like a rose at the thought. "I-"

  "But if you're uncomfortable, we can go buy new ones right now!" the pretty woman rushed out.

  "What? No, I just don't want to bother you too much. I mean you offering a place to stay is already so much more than I deserve," you tried to clear the misunderstanding, waving your hands around.

  Marjan looked at you, chocolate eyes studying your face, trying to understand where you're coming from. "Oh, you're not bothering me at all. Don't worry! Really."

  Chewing the inside of your cheek, you tried to think up the wording of your reply. What you wanted to say was: Fuck yes! I will be your slave and everything else you want. You just have to ask. But obviously you couldn't say that. "Okay then. Let's go?" you smiled politely.

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Looking around Marjan's home, you felt a bit out of place. The obvious Islam decorations made you fear what Marjan would think of you, if she found out you like women. More specifically - her.

  "I'm sorry, i don't have an extra guestroom. You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch," the woman apologized, eyes wide.

  "What? Noooo, this is your home. Absolutely not." As if to make a point, you took off your shoes quickly and made your way to the couch. To be honest, it was much more comfortable than the bed in your original home. You could already feel your eyes closing when you had sat on it for a few seconds.

  "I-Y/N?!" she exclaimed when you flopped to your side, eyes closed. The Muslim immediately rushed to your side. She touched your forehead and chanted your name to check if you're alright. After a while, she came to the conclusion that you had probably passed out from exhaustion but she couldn't leave you like this either. She gently shook your shoulders. "Hey! Y/N, wake up!" When you sleepily opened your eyes, she smiled: "Go take a shower, I'll find you clothes to sleep in."

  "Okay," you muttered quietly and the woman swore it was one of the cutest things she had ever heard. The way it made her heart flutter was mind-blowing.

  Holding your shoulders, Marjan guided you to the bathroom. "Oh yeah, there should be an unopened pack of toothbrushes in the upper drawer." Seeing your nod, Marjan closed the door to give you privacy. She let out a deep breath before taking quick steps towards her bedroom to find you something to sleep in.

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  Marjan stood behind the bathroom door, hands lightly shaking as she held the pair of red pajamas. She had to take a few deep breaths to find courage to speak. It was pathetic, huh? She would climb into a car hanging between two walls but felt like baby rabbit when having to talk to a pretty woman. Helpless.

  "Hey, Marjan? Have you found something already? I'm done with the shower."

  Marjan's eyes widened, she had been so focused on her fear, she hadn't even realized that the water had been turned off. "Uh-yeah!" she replied.

  You unlocked the door and reached out your hand, hiding yourself behind the door.  The brown-eyed woman placed the clothes in your hand, feeling warm when your hands touched.

When you closed the door, Marjan stared at her hand for a few seconds before remembering that the couch needs sheets. Once again, she made her way towards her bedroom.

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Marjan huffed as she chose a heavier pair of dumbbells. She had to get her mind off of you. This was wrong. So wrong.

TK watched as the woman kept switching between harder and harder exercises. Clearly not paying attention to anything at all. He wiped his mouth lightly after taking a sip of water and made his way towards the woman. "You alright?"

Marjan set down the weights with a sigh and looked at the man. She chewed on her cheek. The brown-eyed woman sat down on the bench, putting her head in her hands. "Y/n," she just said.

"Y/n? What's with her?" TK asked, taking a seat beside her.

"I-I mean i fully support you and Carlos you know. I have nothing against LGBT but you know... It's against my religion and I keep having these thoughts and urges and-" both of them were silent for a few seconds. "When I was in school, I had them first and I hoped and prayed that it would go away. That I could be...well...normal. But as soon as I got over one crush on a girl, I got a new one. In my whole life, I have never really noticed men. Sure, I found some attractive but I didn't really spare them much thought. Women were always first in my mind. I've never acted on these feelings. Ever, because I know Islam forbids it. But with Y/n it's just that, well," Marjan trailed off. Staring blankly at the floor.

"The feelings are stronger?" TK asked calmly.

The Muslim gulped and nodded. She felt tears trying to break through and stream down her cheeks. "The thought of her with someone else hurts so much," she whispered, clutching the clothes on her chest.

"I can't speak on the religious part but back when I was in the closet, I was probably the most miserable that I have ever been. You know about my suicide attempts, yeah? Well I had the thoughts mostly then but I didn't have the guts to do it luckily. Anyway, coming out and accepting the part of me that could never fit with the cis hetero crowd made me feel better. If I were still in the closet, I would probably still be miserable. But I'm not, I'm with Carlos — the man I love the most — and I'm happy. I don't really see any differences between gay and straight couples, except maybe that the sex is better or maybe it's just us," he chuckled before shutting his mouth, "oh wait I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine."

They both took a sip from their water bottles.

"But is Allah really worth following if he is torturing you like this?"

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IM SOREY IT TOOK KE SO LONG, I was writing a full book for my project. Illustrated it too. I'm now back in business

Person who asked to be tagged: @asexualaromosafezone

[condorclaw]

Tommy frowned, staring.

Michael stared back.

Tubbo and Ranboo could only watch this scene unfold, somewhat expecting that this would happen between their friend and their son. What they didn't expect was how quiet Tommy was.

It was silent in the room for a minute or two more, before Tommy reached out a hand and softly booped the top of Michael's nose. The zombie piglin let out a honk of approval, making Tommy's eyebrows raise in amusement. With the piglin happy, the boy turned to face Michael's parents.

"I don't think this is a dog, fellas."

Tubbo and Ranboo both released large sighs of relief that they didn't even know they were holding in, Tommy slightly tilting his head in confusion.

"Well, we said he wasn't a dog, Tommy. We said he was our son."

"Some people call their dogs their kids, so I could only guess."

As the best friends talked, Ranboo gazed over at Michael with affection, feeling a grin spread across his face. What Ranboo didn't expect, however, was how closely Michael seemed to be watching Tommy.

Surprising Ranboo again, the piglin stood up on wobbly legs, trotting over to where Tommy was leaning on a piece of furniture. Snorting, he clutched on to one of Tommy's legs, leading Tommy to jolt from the sudden contact a little, before instinctively trying to lean away from Michael. Recognizing that Tommy was having a bit of a rough time at the moment, Tubbo leaned down and carefully removed Michael's arms from Tommy's leg, mumbling soft words of comfort and encouragement to both Tommy and Michael.

After Michael was removed, Tommy had to take a moment to catch his breath and clear his thoughts, his eyes shutting for a moment as he muttered unintelligible words to himself. Tubbo and Ranboo waited for him to recover, Michael watching with curiosity.

"A'ight, I'm okay now," Tommy inhaled deeply, letting out an equally deep exhale before opening his eyes again.

"I'm really sorry about that-" Ranboo began to apologize before getting cut off by Tommy.

"Nah, don't apologize, big man. Michael's a fetus, he doesn't know about complicated adult things like trauma."

Tubbo let out a snort of laughter, which Michael tried to copy the sound of.

"He's not normally physically affectionate like this on first meetings," Ranboo spoke, though mostly to himself more than anyone else.

Michael let out a squeal of frustration, alerting the trio to the piglin trying to wiggle out of Tubbo's arms. Tubbo and Ranboo's ears stood up in surprise at the sudden noise, the two looking down at their son worriedly. Tommy had looked startled when Michael began his outburst, but now looked much calmer as he leaned down a little to come face-to-face with Michael.

Tubbo and Ranboo's surprise grew even bigger as Tommy began to make squealing and oinking noises himself, causing Michael's fit to stop. The piglin's eyes were wide with excitement as Tommy spoke, his stubby arms starting to wave in excitement as he continued his excited honking, which Tommy responded to as well.

"What the fuck," Tubbo whispered in shock, his eyes wide, and Ranboo had to agree with him there.

Tommy proceeded to sit down on the floor, glancing up at Tubbo with a lopsided smile. "You can put 'em down, Big T. It's alright."

Following Tommy's instructions, Tubbo set his son down, who immediately sprinted towards the blonde at high speeds. He halted in his tracks when Tommy barked out another noise, one that Ranboo and Tubbo didn't understand, that brought Michael to a slower pace. It sounded somewhat familiar to Ranboo, but he didn't know why.

Michael ended up standing in front of a seated Tommy, the taller boy laughing as he reached out his hand slowly. The piglin stepped forward slowly, moving to grip one of Tommy's fingers gently, which allowed Tommy to carefully wrap his hands around Michael, lifting him up to eye level. Tommy let out a small noise again, causing Michael to oink in delight.

Smirking with satisfaction, Tommy looked back over at the stunned parents, sticking out his tongue a little. "Surprise, motherfuckers."

"HOW DID-" Tubbo began to belt out, quickly stopped by Ranboo by the taller boy pressing down on Tubbo's head gently. With this sign from Ranboo, Tubbo cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"Tommy, and I mean this in the nicest way possible: how the fuck did you do that?"

"Wot? You jealous that I can speak piglin?"

Ranboo was learning so much today that he didn't expect in any way whatsoever.

"One," the enderman spoke, trying to keep his voice at a calm level while his husband stood slack-jawed. "Yes, I am. Two: how do you know piglin?"

The shit-eating grin on Tommy's face grew wider upon seeing how he stunned his friends, causing him to look back at Michael and speak in piglin once more, making the kid chirp out happily.

"Tomathy Danger Careful Kraken Innit Minecraft, you tell me what you just said to him right now," Tubbo folded his arms, trying to hide the previous shock on his face with little-to-no success. Ranboo, meanwhile, now had to process the fact that he had never known Tommy's full name.

"I just told him that I was cooler than the both of you," Tommy barked out a laugh, Michael giggling along with him as Tommy set him back down on the ground.

"Anyway," the blonde continued, watching as Michael began to walk in circles around him. "I learned piglin from Techno. He suggested we use it for commands in battle so nobody else would understand what we were saying."

It suddenly made sense what Tommy had said to Michael that sounded familiar. Ranboo had heard Technoblade use that exact sound when they were exploring in the nether, and had come face-to-face with a piglin squadron. "Wait, were you telling Michael to approach safely?"

"Hell yeah, Ranboob" Tommy gave a thumbs-up, Michael trying to copy the gesture with his own hooves. "When I was still living with him as well, I'd go to the Nether when we had nothing else to do. Yeah, the Nether is a horrible shitty place and I want nothing to do with it, but it was the only way I could make friends while I was still in exile."

"WAIT," Tubbo's eyes widened even more, his face looking like it might split open from surprise. "You spoke with piglins in the Nether!?"

Tommy's reply was shooting finger-guns towards his best friend with a grin, with Michael trying to copy them once more.

"As fascinating as this conversation is, and trust me, I'm absolutely going to ask you to death about this," Ranboo pointed at Tommy in a jokingly accusatory manner. "Tubbo, I think we just lost our son."

Tubbo looked towards Michael, the little one trying intensely to copy Tommy's movements. "God damn it Tommy, you stole our son."

"Hey, I'm not stealing him," Tommy protested with laughter, reaching over to gently pet Michael's head, Ranboo noticing how his touch lingered on the thin layer of hair, stroking it softly. Ranboo noted to himself that piglin hair seemed like a comfort texture to Tommy. He’d tell Tubbo about it later, but for now he’d play along with the bit of his friend stealing his son. “Oh really? Then why’s our son copying you?”

“Because I’m the coolest uncle.”

Silence stretched throughout the room once more, with both Tubbo and Ranboo’s eyes wide. The small on Tommy’s face slowly changed into a worried one, and he looked away from the couple and at the ground. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know if-”

“Watch how hard I can cry,” Tubbo mumbled, his eyes looking bright with joy before he went to Tommy’s side, kneeling down to give him a genuine smile. “Tommy, dude, I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Even better than Ranboo proposing to me.”

“Um, rude,” Ranboo giggled, kneeling at Tommy’s other side and allowing Michael to climb up on his lap. “But yeah, I know what Tubbo’s getting at. We weren’t sure if you would even want to be Michael’s uncle-”

“Wot?” Tommy sounded genuinely surprised at that, his own eyes wide. “Why wouldn’t I want to be? He’s my best friend-brother’s son!”

“I mean, yeah, but after what happened with Techno, we weren’t sure if piglins would...”

Tommy fell quiet, his eyes shifting to gaze at the ground as uncertainty crossed his face. After a stretch of silence, only filled with Michael’s occasional chirring, Tommy gazed back at the two parents. “As complicated as my relationship with Techno might be, that shouldn’t impact this little guy,” Tommy bore his fangs in a grin, making Michael clap with his little hands. “Besides, I can understand him while you two can’t. Who else is gonna teach you two piglin without fuss?”

“Are you holding our child’s language for ransom?” Tubbo was about to playfully punch Tommy in the arm, but appeared to suddenly remember the situation and placed his hand back down.

“Noooo, but now you two need me.”

Ranboo rolled his eyes, making Tommy pretend-pout at him. Tommy folded his arms, faking disappointment. “You’re so mean to me, Ranboo. I take back my marriage blessing.”

“My husband! No!”

“We can elope, Ranboo. Tommy can’t stop us.”

“I’m holding your whole son for ransom then.”

“Actually, I don’t need my husband anymore.”

“Tubbo! How could you do this to me?

And Michael squealed with delight as the three continued on into the night.

[pradaksj]

the swimming lessons

all rights reserved © pradaksj

↳do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

❧ pairing⟶  jungkook/reader

❧ genre⟶  swimminginstructor!jungkook , fluff, a bit of comedy? head canon/bullet points 

❧ rating⟶ e for everyone??? none??? idk how ratings work lol i just know that m = the dirty, which this story has none of

❧ word count ⟶ 5,000 

❧ summary ⟶  accidental swimming lessons with jungkook were definitely worth the money 

❧ a/n ⟶ i literally dreamt something similar to this in like january and told myself i'd write about it when i had the time so hear i am :)) this goes out to all my folks who can’t swim !! i'm on the same boat with you , get it?  cause we can’t swim ... ok anyways ... enjoy ! (note: i have not proofread this yet so sorry for any mistakes!! ill get to it soon !! ) 

“hello, welcome to lucky duck swim school, how can i help you?” the receptionist, who was loudly chewing her gum, sounded more like an automated voice message than a person...

see today was your first official swimming lesson

yay!! 

how fun!! ...

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totally not embarrassing for someone your age !!!

honestly, it wasn't your fault you didn’t have any family members or friends with a big pool you could learn in growing up 

and by the time you did, you were too much of in an awkward phase to be properly taught

aka your body absolutely refusing to float on its own anymore

but after several trips to the beach with friends and attending different pool parties, you were tired of being made fun of !! 

no longer would you remain at 5 feet and under !!! not on your watch ! 

and so here you were, ready to start your journey into the world of swimming :)) 

“hi i um have a swimming lesson at 3 with um ... i believer her name was um—” 

hmmm what was her name ??? jennie??? no, maybe it was aaliyah ??? no that wasn’t it.... 

the receptionist taps on her keyboard buttons, her long nails making a noise 

pop, her bubblegum goes 

“jungkook” 

“yeah jungkook” you mindlessly say. 

wait 

WAIIITT

jungkook????

ummmmm 

that was not the game given to you by the last receptionist 

jungkook is a boy’s name !!! 

you didn’t want a boy instructor !!! 

not with the way you were looking 

“i um—i had asked for a girl instructor—” you awkwardly mention 

she rolls her eyes

um RUDE 

she continues clacking with her keyboard, looking for god knows what 

she sighs 

“there’s no slots with female instructors available for today, nor for the rest of the month, the earliest i can probably squeeze you in by is july.” she bluntly states. 

JULY??? 

july was when you needed to already know how to swim !!

that’s the peak of summer ! 

there was no point in knowing during winter or any other season besides summer for that matter 

and you were not going to get made of by your friends this year

no no NO

“soo do i reschedule you or.....” 

you sigh 

“no ill take it” you pout, resembling a child. 

“it it makes you feel any better, jungkook’s our best instructor, most popular too” 

wink 

oh yeah that makes you feel so much better 

>:( 

you were going to make a complete fool out of yourself in front of the so called “best instructor” 

“well go get yourself washed up, get into the pool, and jungkook will be with you shortly” she smiles, her attitude now changing now that (what looked to be a supervisor) was passing by. 

what a bi—

flip flop. flip flop. flip flop. 

your sandles press onto the water on the floor of the girls locker room, a grouchy look now on your face 

this wasn't fair 

you made an appointment with a female instructor!! 

you didn’t care if he was the best instructor or the most popular ...

squeeaaakkk , you twist the rusty shower handle

...because now you were you were going to be judged for your lack of skills 

not that you had any to begin with, but still! 

god, you sounded like such a karen ... 

it’s just ...

a guy instructor ??? 

really??? 

you understood that this wasn’t elementary school anymore and boys certainly didn’t have cooties anymore but like :// 

no no, you had to give this jungkook guy the benefit of the doubt

if he was one of the best, it was clearly because he was professional and good at what he does 

putting your worries to rest, you turn off the shower 

this was going to be fine

just fine 

clearly your worries were not put to rest 

just a temporary halt 

:) 

pat. pat. pat. 

okay let’s get it ! 

making your way out to the pool, you dip your foot in 

ooooo 

cold

VERY cold indeed 

1 ...2...

you dip your whole leg in, quickly using the momentum to place your whole body in 

“5 feet and below ... you’re my bitch !!” you think to yourself 

your hand still clearly gripping onto the ledge, still afraid of accidentally reaching 6ft

.... now to wait 

“megan seems to have fractured her leg last weekend on a rollerskating day gone bad, so you’ll be taking up her appointments for the next month of two until she’s cleared for work” 

huh ???

“but—” 

“also she, well now you i guess, have a lesson to teach at..” 

jungkook’s supervisor looks down at his watch 

“oh i guess in 30 minutes, could’ve sworn it was at 4..” he mumbles that last part to himself

30 minutes?! 

“don’t worry i’ll up your pay for the remaining time that she gets better” 

he winks ;) making a clicking noise with his mouth before leaving the staff room 

jungkook sighs 

today was supposed to be an easy day :/ 

a simple cleaning of the pool along with a couple of measly hours of being the lifeguard and that would’ve been it but noooo 

he just had to be the highest rated swimming instructor on the company website 

he couldn’t complain though, sometimes it was fun reading the reviews past students left, even if sometimes they were a little too...

whats the word...

provocative? 

it often made him wonder if he was in fact an actual good swimming instructor or if the high highly rated reviews were for other reasons.... 

honestly it’d be dumb of him not to acknowledge the amount of googly eyes he’d get ranging from the mother’s of his younger students to his actual adult students (female and male) 

he just liked to think that didn’t come into play when they wrote their reviews 

hehe 

changing into his black fitted rash guard, he glanced at megan’s schedule 

name : y/n 

age: 23 grown

swimming level: beginner  aka noob. 

he chuckles to himself 

well won’t this be fun 

he couldn’t lie beginner adult swimmers were always a spectacle to watch 

they almost reminded him of baby ducks learning how to swim 

only that they’d verbally curse their frustrations here and there 

quickly showering, he begins to make his way to the pool 

hmm, he wonders..

what should he eat after today’s lesson? 

a bacon cheese burger sounded really good 

maybe even grab himself some birria tacos from that new restaurant that just opened near his apartment 

hmm no he had to start spending less on takeout 

sigh 

looks like it’d be rame—

woah 

as corny as it sounded, he could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a beat 

because whoever it was in that pool was pretty, like really pretty 

hOly ????? 

wowzers 

you couldn’t be y/n ... could you?!?!?! 

you were the only person who looked 23 years of age in the pool ...

ermmmmmm 

mayday mayday 

jungkook.exe has STOPPED WORKING  

whoever this jungkook person was, sure was taking their time 

deciding to have some fun before your lesson, you begin to gently play with the water 

swish. swoosh , the water goes 

soon you’d be well on your way to becoming the next michael phelps 

hehe 

maybe with time you’d even be able to a somersault in the water like your friend always—

“y/n?” a voice from behind says your name

ah finally 

taking in a deep breath, you turn your attention to the so called “best swimming instructor” 

OH.

MY .

GOD. 

WHAT ?????? 

this man looked like he came straight out of GQ magazine !!!! 

this HAD to be some mistake , there was just no way ... 

your cheeks feel as if they were burning up 

probably because they quite literally were 

there was no way you’d be able to come here every saturday for the next month, not without fawning for this dude every single minute 

“u-um” 

of course you were a stuttering mess

of FuCkiNg course 

“that’s me” 

cue the awkward smile 

:) 

“be professional” jungkook tells himself

at the end of the day, you were his student 

any crush on you would just have to wait until of course ... you were no longer his student 

for now the only goal was : teach you how to swim 

the next one down the list being : to take you out on a date ! 

he offers you a handshake 

wow he had a strong grip 

“i’m jungkook, i’ll be your swimming instructor for the next month” 

he flashes you his all too famous smile

there was just no way this man was real

just nO wAy 

“um..” 

crap, you were still holding his hand! 

idiot, idiot, idiot ! 

“sorry” you awkwardly laugh 

ha ha ha 

so funny 

:/ 

god did you just want to hide to disappear 

“it’s fine” he laughs 

even his laugh was attractive :( 

ugh 

“so y/n, before we begin with anything, i think it’s important to review about what kind of things you already know and what you don’t” 

oh right ... 

for a moment you had COMPLETELY forgotten you were here for swimming lessons 

how embarrassing 

“oh um..” 

um, um , um. 

IS THAT ALL YOU KNEW HOW TO SAY???? 

“so like floating, holding your breath underwater, pushing, gliding, arm movement, that kind of stuff,” he explains 

you knew a cool trick to make it look like you were water bending :D 

of course you weren’t going to admit that here 

silently you nod your head no 

he gives you a reassuring smile, sensing your timidness 

“that’s fine, only more for us—” he corrects himself, “for you to learn,” he laughs 

hey you weren’t complaining 

;) 

“so i personally always like to start off with teaching my students how to float. as long as we get that down then you’ll have no problem learning the rest” 

gosh his smile was so infectious 

shaking your head, you reminded yourself that this was your teacher 

+ you paid 300 bucks for these classes, so you couldn’t afford to be giving him the googly eyes all day 

you were so cute :( 

jungkook couldn’t help but find you so endearing 

the color of your swimming goggles even matched your swim suit :(( 

so cute ! 

“okay so the first thing i want you to practice is going underwater for a couple of seconds, just so you get used it,” he instructs, “i’ll demonstrate” 

taking in a deep breath, he goes down under 

1...2...3 

he’s back up 

pausing for about another three seconds, he takes in another deep breath of air before going back under 

1...2....3...4....5

he repeats the same thing over and over, until the max count becomes 20. 

“use my finger as your reference of when to go up, but come up for air whenever you feel like you need to. it’s important to go at your own pace, so don’t feel pressured to get it the first try” 

no pressure at all 

okay 

“you ready?” 

you nod your head 

“okay, deep breath in”

you sink your head underwater, mentally counting the three seconds before going back up 

“good job,” he gives you a high five, and you almost feel like a schoolgirl, “now let’s try to five seconds” 

woo!!! 5 seconds here you come !! 

taking in a deep breath you go down under again 

1....2.....3....4...5

easy peasy ... LEMON SQUEEZY 

“okay now to ten” 

1.....2......3......4.....5......6....7

umm

now why were these seconds going by slow all of a sudden? 

sucking it up you manage to make it to 10, but not without being out of breath 

“you okay?” he’s quick to ask 

yup, totally fine ! 

you definitely didn’t see the gates of heaven for a quick moment :D 

nodding your head, you enthusiastically say, “let’s go for 15″ 

he smiles at your enthusiasm

ahh so cute 

“1....2.....3......4......5.......6......7......8......9.....10.....11.....12....13...

nope nope nope

you were not going to make it to 15 

immediately you make your way back to the surface, trying to catch your breath 

“hey you did amazing,” he immediately reassures you, “remember as long your going your own pace then you’re doing just fine” 

<3 

well doesn’t that make you feel better 

you wonder if he’s this kind to all his students 

besides the most obvious reason, there was no question as to why he was the “most popular” instructor 

and to think you had been complaining earlier !! 

and soon you’re back underwater, going at your own pace until finallyyyy you’re able to make the 20 second count 

“nice !!” he genuinely celebrates with you, making you feel completely proud for yourself 

“okay now that we have that done, we can move onto learning how to float facing both front and back” 

ohhhhh

he was just thinking ahead 

cool :o 

“so what i want you do is first relax,” he laughs, gently pushing your stiff shoulders down 

as if your blush couldn’t get any deeper 

“now my personal belief is that all humans can naturally float, just that for others, it takes a bit of a push to get them at that state,” he begins to explain 

others meaning people like um you 

“the key to floating is to relax” 

oh you’ve heard that before

many MANY times and each time you’ve tried to so called “relax” you just end up sinking 

“the moment you fight or stress for even a tiny bit, you will sink. now i know what you’re thinking, ive heard that before” 

damn 

he was good 

“but sadly it’s true, until you learn to relax then you’ll be able to swim” 

you sigh 

this was where it became hard 

you were the queen of stress 

you and stress went hand in hand almost like a married couple 

it was just that deep water was scary !! very very scary !! 

the amount of horror stories you’d seen on tiktok was enough for you to know, ocean = scary 

“so here’s what i need you to do, i need you to place your arms on top of the water like as if you’re going to fly” 

you follow his commands 

he separates your arms, which had been too close together, giving them a small rub 

“remember you need to relax y/n,” he chuckles, feeling the tension in your arms

“relax, i need to relax,” you repeat 

“okay now right now when i tell you, you’re gonna take a deep breath in and look down, from there you’re gonna let you body move forward. so remember you’re not gonna jump, you’re just gonna let your body glide forward and float. almost as if you’re flying to me,” he explains 

mm it was easier said than done  

“you ready?” 

“okay deep breath in” 

you inhale a deep breath in 

“look down” 

you do that as well 

“and let go” 

slowly your body begins to rise on its own 

oh my god !!!!! 

you were about to float!!!!! 

the day has come !!!

no more staying at 5 feet and under 

you were ready to hang with the big kids :D 

but as quick as the momentum came, the faster it left because soon you felt yourself sinking, the breathing exercise jungkook had made you do now coming in handy 

no!!!! 

you almost had it :( 

it was right in your grasp, only to have it snatched away 

not wanting to offend you, jungkook keeps his giggles to himself 

“hey at least you almost had it,” he comforts you, “let’s just try again” 

you sigh, now letting your doubts creep in 

because of this, this time your body almost immediately sank this time

he frowns 

you were losing confidence :/ 

“come on i’ll help you” 

grabbing your hands, he signals for you to follow his breathing pattern

“deep breath in” 

“deep breath out” 

god, was his voice soothing 

“i need you to relax y/n, let everything go” 

a soft feeling of relaxation washes over you, similar to that feeling you’d get when you were on the verge of sleeping

“i’m gonna let you go at the count of three, and then you’re going to float, okay?” 

silently you nod, knowing that speaking would only cause you to tense up again 

“1...2....” 

he lets go, and soon you’re floating, just like he said you would 

you hold your breathe for a good while before standing back up, a huge smile on your face 

“holy shit! i did it!!” 

he gives you high five with both of his hands, for a second holding them before letting go 

“now let’s try floating on your back” 

he notices that there’s now a fire in your eyes that wasn’t there before

clearly you were now more determined to learn, excited too

preparing yourself to float once more, you realize you were missing something.... 

“jungkook...” 

he tilts his head, confused by the faint blush on your cheeks 

“do you think you can um—” 

now it was his turn to blush 

“o-oh yeah” 

what was his problem??? 

you were a student asking for help 

that was all ...

point blank. 

he helps you get on your back, his hand placed under your back as a way to keep you up 

“1....2....” 

you float easily again!! 

“nice!!” he smiles 

summer, here you come !! 

“okay so we’re gonna keep practicing that for the remaining time that we have and next week i’ll start teaching you about stroke techniques and which ones are easiest to do” 

nodding your head, you practice your floating by the end of the hour  having it practically mastered 

the two of you get out of the pool, now drying off 

“you’re a really fast learner y/n,” he compliments you 

hehe 

you mean, you didn’t wanna brag butttt 

you were a fast learner indeed 

“thank you,” you say in return, “but that’s only because you’re a great teacher” 

woah 

did you really say that :o 

aren’t you feeling a little bold today y/n  

his blush returns for the second time today

well technically you weren’t in class anymore ... 

a little flirting wouldn’t hurt right? 

if only he knew what to say .... 

hmmmm 

“well at least you won't ever drown!” 

HUH???????

jungkook, you idiot !!!!! 

someone needed to smack him straight in the face for that ! 

at least you won’t drown????

no fucking shit 

well there goes his chances with you now going down the drain 

but to his surprise, you laugh 

“you’re right, i won’t,” you say in return, “well i’ll see you next weekend jungkook” 

you flash him a smile, and he was certain he felt butterflies in his stomach 

walking into the girl’s locker room, you let out a sigh of relief

wheeeeew ! 

faking confidence was hard ! 

very VERY hard 

“so today you’re going to learn how to stroke so you can officially be called someone who knows how to swim, next week you’ll learn to tread water and continue perfecting your swimming, and then the final week i’ll teach you some fun extra things” 

“sounds good,” you say, definitely excited to learn more. 

“okay so now that you know how to float, right now when you float facing downward, you’re going to pull against the current with your arms, alternating each one. now the tricky part is that while you do that, you also have to paddle your legs a little and come up for air when you need to, and when you’re back in the water you should slowly be exhaling bubbles of air rather than holding your breath” 

well that sounded hard :/ 

“let me give you a demonstration,” jungkook says

he’s quick to float facing downward, showing you the maneuver he wanted you to learn while coming up for air every five seconds

thought it was a little childish, he somehow still looked good doing it 

he truly was blessed with the looks of a god 

he comes out the water

“okay now your turn” 

you nod your head, that determined look you had on your face last week now returning 

following his example, you begin your attempt at paddling and stroking your arms at the same time

SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! 

immediately you begin to panic and water begins to splash everywhere, including on jungkook 

noticing your panicked state, jungkook is quick to grab you and place you back on your feet 

“hey hey, i got you,” he comforts you, not wanting you to feel discouraged 

you sigh 

:/ 

well that was embarrassing 

“remember y/n you have to learn to coordinate everything, so think of it this way. your legs have to always be paddling, it’s the arm and coming up for air that switch roles. when you come up for air, it’s only your legs paddling, while when you’re head is back underwater it’s both your legs and arms paddling. once you get that pattern, the bubbling will come naturally” 

you make an ohhhhh face

you could do that ! 

“remember what i told you last weekend y/n, you need to relax and be comfortable so you can build confidence. there’s no need to panic because i’m here,” he smiles at you 

gosh this just wasn't fair >:( 

cute and charming ???? 

this boy really had it all 

not wanting to disappoint, you try one more time, failing once again 

now you were frustrated :/ 

“damn it,” you mumble to yourself, a sadness to your voice

jungkook feels his heart swell 

he didn’t like seeing you sad :( 

but doggy paddling was the most basic technique he could teach you so he couldn’t really cheer you up by offering a different technique 

you needed to learn to doggy paddle before you could move on to the more bigger strokes

damn it ://  

“hey don’t feel bad about not getting right away,” he gives you a small smile, “i remember when i first started learning it took me forever to even learn how float, so the fact that you’re already at this point is enough of an accomplishment” 

well that makes you feel little better ... 

“but you were probably a kid, im ...” 

old , is what you want to say 

figuring what you were gonna say, he only laughs 

“who said i was a kid? i was probably like 19″ 

whaaaaaattttt! 

assuming he was your age (which he was), you do the quick maths in your head 

that was like .... 4 years ago ! 

how the hell did he get so good in such little time???? enough to be teaching courses ??? 

“not knowing how to swim is nothing to be embarrassed about y/n, if anything it takes a lot of courage to even sign up for a class so don’t beat yourself up too much for not getting it right away” 

he ruffles your wet hair, a small affectionate gesture 

you didn’t know how it was possible but you were falling for this man and QUICKLY at that 

he was just so ??$%@^! 

UGHHHH

“so let’s try one more time, and if you still can’t get it then we’ll push it to next week, a free extra lesson on me” 

eeeeek 

though the temptation to purposely fails was very intriguing indeed, you still had to try for the sake of it 

if you got it, you got it, and if you didn't well .... 

an extra week with jungkook it was :D 

“you ready?” 

you nod your head 

“1...2...” 

you float and begin to paddle, this time actually getting the hang of it !!!

you hear jungkook’s muffled voice from above the surface, “there you go!!” 

holy shit ! 

you officially knew how to swim !!! 

at least enough to save your own life if push came to shove 

once you were out of breath, you stand back up, a grin on both of your faces 

for jungkook it was hard not to tackle you in excitement so instead he settled for a very enthusiastic high five 

“you did it!” he cheers 

“ahhh!” you giggle like a child 

“from here on out, the rest is a piece of cake!” 

yay yay yay !!! 

“now let’s start working on deeper strokes, maybe we’ll even have time to throw in backstrokes!”

:////

noticing your changed expression, he awkwardly laughs while scratching his neck 

“or maybe not” 

this week was the final week of swimming lesson with jungkook

:(( 

last week’s lesson of treading water and perfecting your swim seemed to had gone by in literally the blink of an eye ! 

and so today was possible the last time you’d see jungkook unless you managed to grow the balls and ask him out once that clock hit 4, once you were no longer his “student"

by now you were 100% sure you liked the dude... like a lot 

and he was definitely someone you wanted to get to know outside of this pool 

you just weren’t sure if he liked you the same way 

you mean yeah there were definitely times that had you raising an eyebrow here and there, but you always excused it as him simply being a kind hearted person by nature 

because clearly his five star rating on the company’s website had to come from somewhere 

not that you checked or anything....

who were you kidding 

yes you did

your favorite review was the one that went..

“wow!! this dude is amazing !! came here for beginner lessons and even i found myself fawning for the dude , and i don’t even play for that side of the team !! not only were his lessons thorough, but he’s a very charming person ! 10/10 recommend!” 

and so you were stuck 

did he liked you or was he just treating you like he treated everyone?? 

“ahh y/n,” jungkook’s voice suddenly brings you back to reality 

“today’s our final lesson!” he announces, not sounding too sad

in fact he sounded excited  

damn :/ 

he playfully jumps into the pool, today being his so called “fun day” 

“so since today’s your last lesson i thought i could teach you how to do a.....” 

he pauses for dramatic purposes 

“SOmERSAuLT!!”

immediately your eyes light up 

ahhhhhHHHH!!!! 

you always wanted to learn how to do a somersault in water, remembering the number of times you’d look at your friend in jealousy whenever she did one 

“you ready??” 

eagerly you nod your head yes

“okay so the steps to doing a summersault is first of course, you need to take a deep breath” 

okayyyy 

“from there you tuck your chin to your chest, next you do the moment of the somersault by swinging your chest forward and gently kicking out your legs, so basically forming a ball and then kicking out.  naturally, if you have enough momentum, you’ll spin, but if you don’t just use your arms to complete it” 

“think you can give me a demonstration?” you innocently ask 

he winks at you, “of course i can” 

taking in a deep breath, he follows his own instructions, and you watch he perfectly executes his somersault 

“woahhh, that was so cool!” you say, even now finding the trick to be amazing 

“now i dont expect you to get it right away, so right now that you try i’m going tog hide you thought the movement so you get the gist of it” 

sounds fair enough 

you weren’t trying to drown on your last day either 

“okay, you ready?” 

“yes” 

“let’s get it!” 

taking a deep breath in, you feel jungkook’s hand get placed on your back, ready to push you so you could do the somersault 

“1...2...” 

and slowly you feel yourself spin with the help of jungkook, a smile already forming on your face 

“ahhh!” you smile big and wide, causing Jungkook to smile along with you 

“you think you’re ready to try it on your own???” 

“yes sir” 

“okay 1....2....” 

mustering up as much as force you possible could, you push yourself into ball and successfully do the somersault 

YUPPPPP 

WHOSE DOING IT LIKE YOU???!$%@$!

feeling an immediate rush of adrenaline, you begin to splash water all over once you come back up for air, declaring an all out water fight with jungkook 

soon the two of you are chasing one another, you now using your new swimming abilities to get away 

hehe 

you’re a swimmer 

:D 

the sound of jungkook’s infectious laughter fill the air and soon you feel him grab your waist at an attempt to stop you 

“gotcha” he says, and he turns you around to face him 

slowly each other’s heavy breathing becomes relaxed, and it’s as if you’ve felt a shift occur in what you considered your new “friendship” 

“so....” he awkwardly says, hands still wrapped around your waist 

his was was RED

like cherry tomatoes red 

this only makes you giggle 

if you had doubts before, you DEFINITELY didn’t have em anymore 

he liked you :)))) 

and you liked him :)))) 

and in ten minutes you were officially no longer his student so......

“there’s this new restaurant that opened near my place....” you say 

immediately his eyes light up 

“cancun eats?” 

you nod your head and he gives you a toothy grin 

“i was wondering if you’d want to go out some time...” you muster up the courage to ask him out 

%^@%!@&!@^&@%! = jungkook’s brain 

holy crap !!! 

you liked him!!! 

he wasn’t just delusional !!! 

“hello?? jungkook??” you laugh, waving a hand in front of his face for jungkook.exe had truly stopped working this time 

nodding his head yes like a child,  the two of you being to lean closer to another, the clear goal in mind being each other’s lips

because honestly you’d come this far now, might as well give him a .... 

“wait!” he suddenly interrupts  he glances at the digital clock on the wall, remembering your final lesson officially ends at 4

because no way in hell was he going to get fired for kissing a student on the clock 

3:59 

.....

4:00 

“okay now,” he smiles, and you only roll your eyes, happy to have taken up on those swimming lessons. 

a/n : i was gonna make this longer but this was always meant to be a small little head canon so :))) pls give this a like, comment, or a reblog if you enjoyed it !! (if u can of course) and my ask box is always open for whatever !! :)) see yall next time 💞

[hobin-gnoblin]

Obey me angst 😔 🤧 😪

Henry's demise

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Mammon is a silly doofus. Everyone knows that. But what happens when our favorite doofus is about to uncover one of the darkest secrets kept within the House of Lamentation?

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"Listen here you son'ov'a'bitch!" Mammon harshly whispered while tapping on the aquarium glass. Henry swam over to Mammons face as bubbles blew out of his fishy face. "I've been watching buzzfeed unsolved and I know your the culprit." Mammon glared intensely while straightening his jacket. "You're the Zodiac Killer." Mammons face pressed against the glass. His breath creating a fog that covered the goldfish's face.

"Mammon what the fuck are you doing to Henry?" Levi said as he turned his head away from his computer. Mammon moved his head abruptly. "You dickwaffle, you knew this entire time that your little buddy here committed over 37 counts of murder and didn't do jack shit about it!" Mammon yelled. "LOL ok." Levi responded sarcastically. Mammon walked over to Levi's computer and pulled the plug. "NOOOO! I WAS WATCHING RURI-CHAN YOU SUSSY BAKA!" Levi screamed at Mammon, getting up from his seat and shoving him out of his room. Levi slammed the door on Mammons face before he could even retaliate.

"Whatever Nerd." Mammon scoffed and made his way towards the common room. Mammon then paused,, and smirked. He had a plan that would save him and his brothers from the notorious killer. He entered the common room , making his way towards the couch, he saw Satan and Asmo conversing nearby the coffee table. "Bitch please, I'm so done painting peoples toes! Levis toes look like hobbit feet and its absolutely repulsive." Asmo shuddered in disgust as Satan took a sip from his expresso. "Damn, that sounds like a you problem." Satan replied monotonous. Mammon slid his fine ass over to the duo and said, "Hey guys, your big bro has a big favor to ask of ya's." Mammon said. There was a pause. "Um, go on?" Asmo retorted whist filing his perfect nails. Mammom crept closer to them, placing his arms around the two of them bringing them closer. "Mammon your breath stinks." Satan said. "No it doesn't shut the fuck up and here what I gotta say!" Mammon retorted. "Who wants to go night fishing with your big bro?" Mammon smirked. "Fishing for hoes or fishing for compliments because bitch you get neither." Asmo snorted and rose his head in the air like a arrogant poodle and snickered. Mammon glared at the two of them and stood up. "You guys suck!" He left and exited the common room. "And you swallow!" Satan's voice echoed from the room.

Mammon made his way toward the kitchen. There he saw Beel eating a can of baked beans. "Beel, you wanna go fishing?" Beel rose his head looking dead straight into Mammons eyes. "Can I eat what we catch? He asked, his baby Beel eyes sparkling with hope. "Of course you can ya little baby man." Mammon said as he gave Beel a big smack on the back.

"Okay buddy, here's the plan." Mammon said as Beel listened intuitively.

*10 minutes later.*

Beel and Mammon stood in front of Levi's door. Mammon took a deep breath. "Okay buddy, you know what to do?" Mammon said. Beel gave him a nod. "Okay, on the count to three, one, two-"

Before Mammon could finish counting Beel crashed into the door like a quarter back and charged straight on to Levi's aquarium. "BEEL WHAT THE FUCK!" Levi screamed as Mammon tackled Levi preventing him from moving. Glass broke as Beel obliterated the aquarium, water pooling out of the tank. Beel went on a total rampage and started eating any fish he could find in the aquarium. Beel found Henry flopping on the ground. Levi saw Beels hand reach for Henry. "BEEL NO!" Levi screamed as Beel slurped Henry into his mouth like a mouthful of ramen. Levi pushed Mammon off of him and started crying. "Mammon! Why would you do this?!" Levi screamed. "Henry fought the law. And the law won." Mammon said as he whistled Beel over to his side and left Levi's room.

[parkmuse]

Ultimatum (M)

Word Count: 10,339 (Reposted) (Wonhopes Masterlist)

Your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

cr.

“I love you so much baby,” He hums, kissing you sweetly on the tip of your nose.

“Shut the fuck up and let’s just get this over with okay?” You groan over the silk sheets, arms laced tightly against the headrest as you get more and more impatient from the restrains.

“I love it when you use your dirty mouth with me,” He grunts, erection getting much more prominent in his blue-red tights.

You roll your eyes, “Jungkook can we just-“

He puts his clothed finger on your lips, shushing you. “Nuh uh uh, you promised you’d call me by my other name.”

You open your mouth to try and chomp on his finger, but he quickly retracts before you can do any damage. You give him a sweet smile when he smirks right back at you.

“…Can we please hurry and do this, Mr. Peter Parker?”

“Noooo Y/N! You’re not supposed to know my real identity yet! Do we have to go over this again? I found out you were trapped here, swoop on in to save the day, you’re shocked and extremely turned on from me saving you and start seducing me, and then I fuck you into oblivion as Spiderman.”

“Yeah but nowhere did you mention I’d be tied to the bed by your stupid fake spider webs-“

“No complaining! You said you’d play along,” He pouts, the spider symbol on his chest jutting out as he crosses his arms.

You only agreed to this because your dumb ass boyfriend begged you nonstop for weeks to fulfill his one fantasy he’d been dreaming of probably almost all of his horny teen life until now. You really didn’t know what the hype was with this superhero roleplay and how it could possibly get someone off, but literally even you brushing your elbow against him by accident can have him up and ready in a matter of seconds. Many instances of accidentally touching him in public led to public bathroom quickies or doing it in the car to which you couldn’t really complain since he would give you a piece of relief as well. This scenario really proved much harder to collaborate with though.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.” You sigh. Your arms are really starting to hurt and he would probably give you the cold shoulder for weeks if you made him stop now, so the less you talked the quicker you’d get this over with. “Let’s do this spiderboy.”

“SpiderMAN!”

“Okay, Spiderman.” What’s the difference anyway?

“Okay. Now get into position.”

Aren’t you already in position? You can’t fucking move an inch.

You bothered not making any snarky comeback so he can resume. You watched him pick up a thin cloth on the bedside table, slipping on his mask before walking out the bedroom door and shutting it closed.

It’s silent for about a good 15 seconds. Where did he go?

You hear the door creak open and you’re met with his dumb ass masked figure. “Did you forget your lines?”

Even if you can’t see it, you know his face is scrunched up in annoyance by the tone of his voice.

“O-Oh right, sorry.”

He turns and closes the door again.

You clear your voice, “H-Help! I’ve been kidnapped! I’m so scared, I-if someone hot and strong could only come and save me…” You internally curse yourself from agreeing to this bullshit.

You jump in place when the door is kicked open, slamming against the wall.

“Have no fear young broad, your friendly neighborhood Spiderman is here!” He hops onto the bed dramatically, crouched and looking around frantically with his hands ready to spit out fake webs to any nonexistent thugs in the room.

“I’ve taken down the 50 guys in the other room with no problem whatsoever, you’re safe now pretty lady.” You try not to burst out laughing at his ridiculous remark, but swallow up your sounds. He moves above you, leaning forward to remove your hands from the laces. Finally.

You’re waiting for him to release you, but he halts his movements. You’re looking at him in confusion until he whispers to you.

“Do the next thing we talked about.”

“Oh…right.” You sigh.

“I was so, so scared, thank you so much for saving me,” You say as dramatically and helplessly as you could muster up.

He gestures you to continue.

“Oh…a-and um, you were like so, so sexy too. How could I possibly make it up to you?” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours.

“It’s no problem Miss. I don’t need to reap any rewards for good deeds.”

“Great, so if you could just untie me then we can go on our separate ways-“ You start releasing your grip from him but then you hear him huff.

“Y/N,” he whines under the fabric, “You said you’d do this for me.”

“Are you really gonna make me say the next line??” He removes the mask and you see him give you a pout, eyes looking as disappointed as when he missed Stan Lee at Comic Con last year from getting stuck in traffic. He knew it was your biggest weakness, and you couldn’t possibly say no to him after he showed you that.

You groan again, eyes darting away from him as he waits for you to continue.

“Can you help me out with another problem?”

He tugs the mask back on, “Of course, anything for a damsel in distress.”

Fuck this guy.

“Y-You’re making my…my s-spidey senses tingle,” You felt like gagging. “Please, Mr. Spiderman, h-help me out.”

“I can’t possibly leave someone in need like this high and dry, especially a beautiful little seahorse like you.”

“Did you just fucking call me a seahorse-“ Your question was cut short when he brings a hand to your thighs, fingers slowly inches upwards in feather light touches. Your breath hitches in your throat, his other hand already working on unbuttoning your shorts and shimmying them off your hips. He moves downwards and grabs your legs, planting your feet flat on the bed with his hands resting on your knees.

He brings a finger to trace down your clothed slit, sending shivers down your spine. How the fuck could you possibly be turned on after all this? You have no idea.

As he digs a finger deeper along your warmth, you feel your juices soaking your thin lace panties. He uses two fingers to push the fabric to the side, stretching your folds out to get a good look at your already leaking core.

“My my my, I think I’ve found a way to resolve the drought crisis in this town.”

“Oh my god, could you please shut the- oh fuck!”

He dips his head down between your legs, partially lifting up his mask to latch his mouth onto you. He flattens his tongue against you, getting a full taste of your wet juices before nibbling your bundle of nerves. You moan out loud, hands balling into fists as you arch your back and clench your legs around his head.

He pries your thighs open, pushing them flat against the bed as he thrusts his tongue much deeper into you, nose nestling right against your curls.

“F-Fuck, oh my god, Jung-“

“Shhh, my frisky little chinchilla, call me what I want to be called and how we rehearsed,” he hums, nipping lightly on your inner thighs, “And maybe I’ll reward you.”

You have no idea where all these weird ass nicknames are coming from but try your hardest to overlook it, forcing yourself to get back into character for him as much as you hated it. One of his hands are drawing circles on your thighs while the other is slowly prodding at your entrance, ready to take you right where you want to be if you cooperated.

“P-please Spiderman, touch me more.”

“Mmm, yeah? You want more?”

“Yes! Please, give it to me.”

He hums, “Oh yeah?” He removes the mask and looks straight into your eyes. “You want to see how much web this spider can shoot?”

You swear to god you dried up instantly. “Jungkook,” You groan.

“You said you’d play along!”

“Yeah but not when you’re throwing out all you’re dumb superhero puns!” You huff. “Seriously, I think it’s the Sahara down there now.”

He raises a brow at that, scoffing as you see him move his hands to rest on your thighs. He smooths one closer over to your core, his thumb resting directly on your swollen clit, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Really? You’re not feeling it anymore baby?” He digs the pad of his thumb into you, pressing tight circles that makes you cry out.

“What a shame. I was gonna eat you out for hours and make you cry for my dick so all the neighbors could hear,” He alternates between tracing over your folds and back to your neglected clit that aches for more than just his fingers, “And after I got you all ready for my cock I was really going to fuck you senseless you know.” He licks his lips, probing the tip of his finger at your entrance.

“Watching that pretty little face writhe into the sheets, taking those gorgeous tits into my mouth and make you take it like the good girl I know you are…” You clench over nothing as you whine loudly over that remark. He pushes his finger deep into your cunt, curling upwards and finding your spot almost instantaneously, making you scream his name.

“Pounding into your pussy where I know you love it the most…”

“J-Jungkook,” You whimper as he slowly but harshly presses against the spot that makes you feel like you’re going to explode at any moment.

“Have you begging for my cock and make you cum all night until you couldn’t walk for the next three days,” He hums as you arch yourself into his fingers, attempting to make him go faster.

He pushes your hips down and releases himself from you, the ache in your pussy almost unbearable from the loss of fullness. You slightly tear up from the feeling, looking up at him with your lips between your teeth.

Smirk plastered all over his face he wraps his lips over his wet fingers as he sucks away all your juices. “Mmm,” He tsks, “What a damn shame.”

“Jungkook,” You mewl in the smallest and neediest voice possible, “Please.”

“What is it, baby?” He feigns innocence.

“I need you,” You whimper, “I need you so bad.”

He grunts in response, pretending to think when you knew he loved it when you begged.

“I don’t know, I don’t think you want it enough Y/N,” He says with a sigh, to which you loudly protest.

“No! I want it Jungkook, believe me I want it!” You cry, tears brimming at your cheeks, “I want you to fuck me, make me forget about all those bad guys in the other room. Show them who’s I am, I’ll take it like a good girl Spiderman.”

He tongues his cheek at that, watching you as you spread your legs further to reveal your sopping wet core, completely ready for him. He grunts, reaching to palm himself through his tights as he leans forward to connect your lips. You moan into his mouth, letting him ravage you as his hands explore your body. He hikes your shirt up to your stomach, grazing his fingers over your torso before dipping his fingers under the hem of your bra. He uses his other hand to unclasp them, tossing them aside as he squeezes a handful, making you moan. He disconnects from you to attend to your breasts, kneading and sucking on them as you whimper.

He kisses down your stomach until he reaches where you need him the most. He places a soft, delicate kiss right on top of your pussy, having you writhe from beneath him.

“Call me your daddy.”

“Ahh, there! Wait…I’m, You—what?”  

“You heard me Y/N. Call me your daddy…daddy long legs.” He says it in the most serious expression possible, making you gawk at him. You squeeze his head between your thighs, hoping you could somehow choke his annoying ass to death.

“Are you fucking kidding me Jungkook?!”

He pries your thighs open, dodging your fatal move. “Dead serious. You want this spidey dick or not?”

You throw your head back with a groan, hitting the headboard. More than half the time you don’t get why you’re with this man. Is it really worth all the headaches?

“I’m kidding,” He chuckles. He kisses the inside of your thigh.

“You did good sweetheart, now I’ll reward you.”

Before you can say anything he plunges a finger inside you, lapping up your bundle of nerves as you cry out loud. He reaches upward and massages your breasts, pinching a nipple as he starts to enter a second finger into your tight heat.

“Oh f-fuck! O-oh! Yes, Jungkook!” You moan, wrists burning from the amount of times you pull against the headrest. “Fuck, untie me. I want to t-touch you.”

He doesn’t listen, hands still plunging deeply into your sopping wet core as he laps up the excess. He curls his fingers upwards, making you thrash as he hits your spot relentlessly.

“J-Jungkook, please, please untie me,” You beg, wanting nothing more than just digging your fingers into his brown locks as you grind your hips onto his hot tongue.

You watch as he still doesn’t let up, enjoying every moment of you under submission. You whimper as you look down at him, his erection moments from bursting through the confines of his tights. You see him grinding himself against the bed for relief, rutting his hips harder each time you moan louder for him.

“Baby please, untie me,” You cry, lifting your hips in time to match his thrusts and grind your clit into his wet muscle.

He pulls up, face glistening in all your releases as his tongue swipes over his drenched lips. “I thought you were going to be a good girl for me.”

“I am! I will be, just please, I wanna fucking feel you.” Tears brim your eyes as you give him the best puppy dog eyes you can muster, nails digging deep into your palms that they form crescents. Jungkook knew you hated being restrained when it came to sex and all you wanted to do was grab a fistful of his hair as he worked his mouth against your aching wetness.

“Please,” You beg, “Please baby, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

You knew at the sound of his tone he’s scheming something, but honestly, what could be worse than this?

“Yes, anything!” You groan, hips thrusting upwards to try and get any sort of relief.

“You said it honey bunny.” He kisses your inner thigh and smirks, sitting up and pushing himself off of you making the bed squeak. You watch him curiously as he leans over the side to grab something under the bed. He pulls out a shoebox, placing it beside you two before getting back to sit snugly between your legs again.

“What are you doing? What is that?” You look at him with furrowed brows, getting nervous as the stupid smile plastered on his face gets much wider.

“The best thing man has ever created.” He flips the box open, pulling out an extensively large green neon silicone rod. You stare at the foreign object in his hands, trying to figure out what the fuck it actually was.  

A baton? It didn’t really look like it since the stick got thinner as it reached closer to the tip. Plus, Jungkook was way much kinkier than to buy something like that.

And why is it green? Maybe it’s a peeled cucumber? But Jungkook isn’t that weird to keep it secured in a shoebox under the bed…

Then for some godforsaken reason, it clicked in your head. You didn’t fucking believe it, nor did you seriously want to believe what your boyfriend had ready to use under the bed you two shared almost every night. You immediately tried to squeeze your legs closed but firmly gripped his hips instead.

“Jungkook…are you fucking kidding me?” You said, voice laced in anger and disgust for what he really thought he was going to get away with right now.

He knew that tone anywhere, instantly flipping a switch in his personality to get on your good side.

“L-Look here, my Queen-“

“Don’t.”

You see his shoulders slouch, bottom lip jutting out as his eyes pout along with the rest of his face. “ But Pudding, you said you’d do anything-“

“Jeon,” You cut him off, “If you seriously think for one second that I’m going to let you shove a fucking tentacle dildo up my vagina you have another thing coming!”

Seven billion people in the world. Seven billion you got to choose from.

Seven.

Billion.

And this is who you chose to continue your life with.

You watch him whine above you, crossing his arms like a child that won’t get his way. “But baby, this costed me two paychecks! We can’t let it go to waste!”

“Is that my fault? Where did you even get that thing?!”

“At comic-con last year, duh!”

Of course.

“You could have gotten a comic book, a keychain, a signed photograph, a collectible…and that’s what you chose?”

“This is a collectible! It’s special edition! Look,” He moves to flip a switch on the base of the toy, beaming lights emitting from the tentacle. “It’s Spiderman edition, with blue and red lights. And look at the bottom here.” He shoves the base of the toy toward your face, making you frown in disgust. You see some black scribbling at the bottom, having no clue what he’s even trying to show you.

“What? What are you trying to show me?”

“Stan Lee signed it! The Stan Lee! You know I had to have it since I missed him, but at least I got this now,” He gushes, stroking the signature admiringly as he smiles to himself.

“And okay look, I know we got off on the wrong start with this but I really think you’re going to like all these other features,” He presses, not that you can stop his blabber mouth anyways since you’re literally all tied up. So he continues.

“Look here pickle, there’s a button down here that’ll activate the vibration settings,” He pushes a button at the base and the tentacle comes to life, the tip flopping wildly back and forth.

You flinch, “Jungkook, that seriously would tear my insides up!”

“Sorry that was maxigasm setting,” He pushes a few buttons and the toy slows, gently buzzing from the palm of his hand. “See? So there’s like fourteen different settings you can play around with. And as amazing as that all sounds, that’s not even the best part.” You hate the way he makes it sound, and you knew that this was just going to get much worse.

He turns the toy and you see a red switch, his finger lightly tracing over it. “And here fruit loop, here’s where the show really begins.” He presses the button and before you even comprehend what’s happening, white blobs ejaculate out from the tip of the dildo and onto your thigh, the liquid slowly streaming down your inner legs.

You scream instinctively, thrashing yourself against him. “What the fuck Jungkook?!”

“It squirts!” He gleams, bunny smile spread on his face while the red and blue blinking tentacle vibrator toy spurts out more liquid from its tip.

“Why would you buy that?! I don’t want tentacle cum on me GET IT OFF ME!”

“What? You really don’t like it?” His brows furrow, slight confusion written on his face. “But I even got it strawberry flavored, I know it’s your favorite.” He swipes the liquid from your thighs onto his pointer finger, slowly bringing it to your face. “Here, just give it a taste-“

You kick his face with your heel, throwing him backwards with the toy flying out of his hands and onto the edge of the bed.

He groans from the floor, rubbing his chin as he sits back up to give you an annoyed pout.

“What was that for?!”

“Can you quit being such a weirdo? Can we do something normal for once-“

“Like me fucking your face?”

You roll your eyes at that, but then the perfect idea comes to mind. You quickly cover up your annoyance with a sweet smile, “Okay, sure.”

Jungkook looks at you quizzically, thinking you wouldn’t agree so easily. “For real?”

“Yes, on one condition.” You pull your hands forward from the bed post, “Untie me and no tentacles.”

He pouts hearing your response, but nonetheless you can tell he’s thinking about it. You see him twiddling his thumbs, something he does when he’s deep in thought as he weighs the pros and cons of the situation. You know just the right buttons to push to get your way though.

“Jungkook, baby, you know you want it as bad as I do.” You lick your lips slowly, making sure he gets a good look at your pink muscle. 

“I want to taste your cock so bad,” You whine, arching your back off the bed, “Can I? Pretty please?” 

You saw the glint in his eyes, and immediately you knew you got the hook and sinker. You smile at him when you see him get up from his spot, seemingly making his way to untie you from the bedposts. Victory is not much far from here, and then you can finally give him a taste of his own medicine-

You hear the bed creak from the side, and next thing you know Jungkook is straddling your chest. 

“What are you-” You moan when he grabs your breasts, kneading them and pinching your sensitive nipple.

“You want it that bad huh? It’d be torture if I made you wait any longer,” He pulls his tights down his thighs, exposing his rock hard erection. You can’t help but drool a little over seeing the precum that leaks so deliciously down his cock, unconsciously making you lick your lips once more. 

He grabs your breasts once again, slipping himself in between. You can’t deny how fucking hot this is, watching his face contort in pure ecstasy as he uses you to relieve himself. You both groan at the feeling, your mewls spilling out between your lips as he flicks your nipples with each thrust. It makes you completely forget your proposition just a minute ago.

“Open up for me.” You oblige, sticking your tongue out when he pushes the tip of his warm cock to your mouth. You suckle on it, taking the opportunity to lap up all his precum and take the rest that’s threatening to spill out. He grunts above you, slowly pushing himself further into your tight little mouth.

“Fuck yes, that’s it.”  You relax your muscles, letting him guide his way into you. Your mouth always gets so full, his girth stretching you out in all the painfully right ways. 

“You’re such a good girl, taking me like this.” He’s halfway into you before he pulls back out, brushing his angry tip against your bottom lip. He decides to rest his hands on the back of your head, positioning you the right way for what’s to come. 

“Y/N!” He pushes back into you slowly as to not hurt you, going much deeper than the first time. The tears are already threatening to fall, but you can’t help but love every second of Jungkook whining above you, praising you, falling apart above you. As much as it hurts, you love when he really gets into it, thrusting deeply into your mouth that you feel him almost everywhere inside of you, making you gag all over his throbbing cock. 

“Mmm, yes, ah! J-just like that Sweetheart,” he groans.

Saliva spills from between your lips and down your face with each thrust, your head aching a bit from each time Jungkook braces himself when his tip reaches the back of your throat. You swallow each time he praises you, making you a moaning mess all over his dick.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” He grunts, his balls slapping against your chin, “My cock was made to fuck your pretty little mouth.” He pulls out to let you breathe, tapping his dick against your bottom lip. You stick your tongue out to get another taste of him, making him hum.

“Look at you, so hungry for my cock.” He rubs himself against your cheek, letting you suck on his balls. He groans, pushing himself away from you. You whine at the lost, making him chuckle.

“You can’t sweetheart, I’ll come all over your beautiful face.” He resorts to pressing himself against your breast, the tip flicking your erect nipple. 

“Fuck,” You cry, wanting for him to do nothing more than what he just proposed, “Come all over me Jungkook, please.”

He grunts at your response, grinding himself harshly between the valley of your breasts. 

“As much as I want to, I’d rather fuck you full of my come.” You whimper at his words, your pussy throbbing over nothing as you clench your thighs in attempt to relieve yourself. It doesn’t work though, and what makes matters much worse is when you look up to see Jungkook closing a tight fist below his tip, veins popping from his neck and deep pants spilling out from his mouth above you. He slaps his cock against your chest a few more times, slowly regaining his composure again with a relieved sigh.

“You know, you’re so good to me.” He scoots back enough to lean down and give you a soft kiss, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He moves to the headboard to untie your wrists, releasing you from the fake webs. 

Fucking finally.

You immediately rub your wrists, flinching at the red lines etched into your skin. He grabs your wrists and kisses them, “You good, baby? I didn’t go too far did I?”

Instead of answering you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He moans into your mouth, letting you sneak your tongue into his warm cavern. Your tongues dance along each others as a fight for dominance, but Jungkook is almost putty in your arms once your lips wrap around to suck on his warm muscle, making him whimper. You take this as a chance to flip your positions, rolling around so you’re straddling him and his head is nestled between the pillows. He looks so fucked out from under you, cheeks tinted pink and sweat running down the sides of his face.

You lean down to pepper kisses down his jawline. “Jungkook,” You whisper as seductively as you can in his ear, “Are you feeling how wet you made me?” He moans when you grind yourself against him, letting out a breathy fuck yes as you continue to suck and nibble on the sensitive parts of his neck. You slip one of your hands down to your core, coating two fingers in your juices before bringing them back up to Jungkook’s plush lips. You sink your fingers into his mouth, humming as you feel his tongue wrap around your digits.

“Do you like that?” He moans around you to tell you how much he enjoys it.

“Do you want more?” You slip your fingers out with a pop, leaning down to kiss him once again. You feel him all over, running your hands up his biceps and guiding his arms slowly above his head in the most subtle way possible. 

“Do you want to feel me? Do you want me to sink down on your cock and fuck you til’ you fill me completely up with your come?” 

“God, yes,” He whimpers, so lost in your dirty talk and you nibbling against his jawline that he didn’t even notice you pinning his wrists above his head. You smile against his skin, 

“Well, you’re just going to have to wait until I’m done with you, bitch.” 

You secure the webs around his wrists, pulling his hands down to settle behind his head.

“What are you-” You muffle him up with his mask that was mindlessly thrown on the bedside counter, making sure it was lodged in there enough that he can’t make a peep.

“You’ve been talking way too much tonight babe, I think it’s time to shut you up.” He squints at that, brows furrowed as he tries to release himself from the webs.

“Nuh uh uh, you’re not going anywhere.” You climb over him quickly, trapping his arms under your thighs. His hands are stuck under his head with the weight of your body over him, not allowing him to move an inch. You wipe his hair out from his forehead, slicking it back from his face to meet his eyes. 

“It’s my turn.”

You pull the mask out of him, not even sparing him a second to breathe when you lower your pussy right onto his mouth. You moan when his tongue meets your neglected clit, relief finally washing over you as you sink yourself deeper into him. He moans, the vibrations racking through you as you grind yourself further into his mouth to feel as much as you can.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” You cry, one hand holding the bed frame to steady yourself while the other has a firm grip in his brown locks. You can hear the dribbling of your juices spilling out from his mouth as he tries his best to capture every drop. He delves his tongue deeper into your pussy, making sure you’re getting fucked by it while you grind your clit against his nose.

“Oh god, yes, Jungkook,” You’re going insane as he thrusts his wet muscle repeatedly into you, your thighs tightening against the sides of his face. You roll your hips into him, mewling as he doesn’t stop pleasuring you from below. As much as you didn’t want to stop, you lift yourself up briefly to let him breathe.

Both of you are panting, eyes boring into each other as you collect yourselves for a moment.

“-get it,” You hear him murmur from below you. 

“What?” You looked at him in confusion, not catching what he said before.

“I said, you’re gonna fucking get it,” he growls, “Just wait.” You’re sure you’re supposed to be a little scared of his threat, but can’t help but think about how fucking hot he looks right now. His jaw is clenched, chin and mouth glistened in you. You swipe a bit from his face and place your thumb on his bottom lip, smearing it nicely over him. His tongue darts out to lick your thumb, making you hum. 

“Don’t worry babe, I know I’m gonna get what I want.” You use your thumb to pull his lip downward, “Open up for me.” 

He complies, sticking his tongue out as your pussy hovers inches above him. You let your juices drip from out of you, groaning as you watch him catch every drop with a satisfied hum. 

“Do you love tasting me?” You hear him hum a god yes before you lower yourself onto him once more, throwing your head back once he starts assaulting your core in all the right ways. Your toes curl in on you as you ride his face, whimpering his name as the headboard thuds loudly against the thin walls. 

“Oh my god, Jungkook, yes, yes, there!” You cry, egging him on further to let you reach your high.

“S-so, ah! Fucking good,” you moan as you continue grinding into his hot tongue, your cries slowly progressing into high pitched screams when he gets himself in deeper than ever before.

“J-Jungkook, Jungkook, g-gonna, ah!” You dig your nails into the headboard when you come, riding your high out as he continues to thrust himself in and out of you. He moves to roll his tongue against your nub, causing you to cry out once more as your hips grow more erratic through your orgasm. The feeling keeps coming in waves, and Jungkook never seizes until your hips slowly come to a halt, pulling yourself off of him as the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. 

You rest your head against his chest, exhaustion washing over you as your eyelids become heavy. You always fall asleep rather quickly after an orgasm, especially after a good one like that. You’re already slowly drifting off to sleep when you hear a loud tear above you, making you flinch. You look up to find Jungkook’s wrists free from the confines of the web, hands slowly moving to get a firm grip on your waist. He’s staring daggers at you, nostrils flaring with his lips in a tight, thin line. 

Fear floods you when you realize you really got yourself in for it. “J-Jungkook,”

You yelp when he flips you over, back hitting the bed. He wastes no time shoving your legs opened, resting himself in between. 

“Wait, baby-” 

You cry when he slaps your clit, rubbing a tight circle with the pad of his thumb. He uses his pointer and middle finger to trace your drenched folds, tsking as he looks up at you with dark eyes.

“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” He continues to sink his fingers into your wetness, bringing them up for you to see all your release.

“Taking what you want, then making a mess like this and not even bothering to clean it up. Such a spoiled fucking brat.” 

He moves his fingers to your mouth, pushing them in for you to lap up all your excess. You moan, using your tongue to get each and every drop that he offers to you.

“That’s right, clean your cum off my fingers, nice and clean.” He pulls out with a pop, pushing his hips closer to the back of your thighs. He moves your legs up so that it’s more elevated, then pulls your arms down towards him.

“Hold your legs up and spread yourself.” You listen, not wanting to push his buttons any further. You hold your legs by hooking your arms under your knees, spreading yourself out so that he has the perfect view of your pussy below. He grunts, biting his lip as he takes hold of his raging cock to give it a few strokes. You feel a spark in you ignite once more when you watch him pump himself, teeth caught between his lips as he stares intently at your wetness dripping down to the sheets. He stops himself and grabs hold of your inner thighs, placing his cock right in between your folds. He begins slowly grinding himself against you, pushing forward so his tip brushes against your clit ever so deliciously, making you moan.

He grunts above you, wet squelches echoing through the room as your slickness coats his length each time he ruts into your folds. As good as it feels, you can’t ignore the growing ache of wanting to be filled up by him, to have him ramming his cock into you and making you forget your own name for a few days.

“J-Jungkook,” You mewl, “Fuck, just put it in me!”

“No,” He grunts, “This is your punishment. You’re not getting it so easy this time, Y/N.”

He pushes harder against you, his tip almost being exactly where you needed him to be with each thrust but missing your entrance by literally a hair. Your pussy clenches over nothing each stroke, making you cry in frustration as tears start pricking your eyes. You try to grind back into him to feel more, but the position he has you in makes it impossible.

“P-please, Jungkook, just fuck me,” You whimper below him.

He ruts into you faster, your legs shaking from all the teasing. 

“No.” He pants, “This is what you g-get for being a b-brat.” He looks just as fucked out as you are, and although you know he wants nothing more than to drill you into his mattress, when he’s set on punishing you he keeps his word. You don’t know how long he’ll go on with this, but you’re so desperate you’re resorting for other ways to relieve yourself.

You moan, moving one of your hands to rub your clit. Jungkook shoves your hand away, 

“Don’t even dare, Princess.” 

You groan, hands balling into fists against the bedsheets. You were going insane.

“Jungkook, you have to let me- fuck, do something!” You whimper,  “At least fucking let me touch m-myself.” 

He rolls his hips into you slowly now, but deep and hard enough to have you writhing underneath him. 

“You want to touch yourself that bad? Fine, I’ll let you.” 

You sigh in relief when you hear him say that, reaching for your clit again. He grabs your hand before you reach it, shaking his head. “Not with that. With this.”

He grabs the tentacle dildo that you thought was long forgotten on the edge of the bed, the distasteful neon green filling your vision as he shoves it in front of your face. 

“A-are you fucking serious?” You thought you were done playing his games.

Apparently not.

“Take it or leave it babe, it’s up to you.” His cock sinks deeper into your folds once more, rubbing you in just the right ways. You can feel your orgasm building, but you know you need that little push to finally get you over the edge. 

You can’t believe he gave you this ultimatum. As much as you fucking hated this, you were so desperate that you didn’t have any other choice.

“UGH, FINE!” You groan out loud, grabbing the toy from his hand.

He has the biggest smile on his dumb face as he watches you play with the settings, making sure to avoid the deathly strawberry cum squirting option. You finally find the button that brings the toy to life, vibrating mildly against the palm of your hand. After having an inner battle with yourself that Jungkook is probably never going to let this go but you’re way too fucking horny to even care right now, you slowly bring the toy to your clit. You jerk when it makes contact with your nub, closing your eyes as the vibrations actually feel...really nice.

You play with it a little, moving it around to graze over your clit as you get more and more into the vibrations. You click the button to change it so it goes a bit faster, and after circling it around yourself you find the perfect spot that makes your toes curl. 

“Holy fuck,” You moan, grinding yourself into the toy as Jungkook continues to rub your folds.

“Someone likes this more than she thought she would,” You hear him comment, already seeing the smug smirk on his face but you’re too lost in your own world to care. You continue to circle the toy around you, your clit swelling as Jungkook holds your waist down to keep you from squirming so much. Just as you were really getting into it, the toy is whipped from your hand.

“What the fuck are you- oh!” Jungkook sets the toy at an even faster pace, pushing the toy harshly against your clit that has you a moaning mess.

“F-fuck, oh my god, Jungkook!” You cry, nails raking down his toned stomach.

“Shit, this is so fucking hot,” He grunts, grinding himself harder against you and allowing his tip to brush against the vibrator each time he thrusts, making him whine. “You fucking like that? Want more baby?”

You feel him tracing the toy away from your nub to your lower folds, brushing them against your entrance. Before he can push the toy into you you grab his wrist, halting his movement.

“O-one more move Jeon, and I’ll cut your dick off,” You pant tirelessly. Yeah, you’re desperate and you wanna be fucked, but you’re not THAT desperate.

You hear a small okay from him, bringing the toy back to your neglected clit. You moan, arching your back as he presses the toy against you, circling it around making you see stars. You feel your orgasm coming, and just when you thought it couldn’t feel any better, Jungkook clicks the toy to the highest setting, pushing his cock deep into your tight heat so suddenly you scream. 

“Jungkook!” Your body arches upward abruptly, the toy stimulating your clit intensely while Jungkook’s cock pounds into you simultaneously. All these feelings make your eyes roll back, thighs clenching around the toy and your pussy sucking in Jungkook that he has to stop before he spills into you. He holds you as you come down from your amazing high, peppering light kisses against your jawline. You feel limp, completely exhausted from this whole day that you want to take a 3 day nap. 

The toy continues to vibrate against your clit, pleasure slowly turning into pain as the overstimulation gets too intense.

“Mmm, Jungkook, take it off,” You groan. You see him visibly fumbling with it, pressing the keys but not bothering to take it off.

“Stop messing around and- ah! take it off,” you growl, not wanting to play around anymore. 

“I-I’m trying,” He says, and you feel him attempting to pull the toy off of you but your clit gets pulled with it, making you cry out. You feel the vibrations through your core and throughout your body, all your senses going into overload. The toy rapidly abuses your clit, and Jungkook isn’t making it any better as he basically pinches your nub along with each pull. You fist the sheets, whimpering as you feel another orgasm resurfacing, but the pain mixed with pleasure is almost too much for you to handle. You clench around his cock that’s still buried deep within you, causing him to jerk his hips forward with a moan. He hits your spot with that, pushing you over the edge once again and making you come a second time embarrassingly quick over his swelled cock. Jungkook whimpers as you tighten so deliciously around him, mumbling out fucks as he can’t help but rut himself into you a few times, you crying out his name as you finished riding out your high. 

Once your hips have fallen back down and you’re begging for him to make it stop, he finds the setting on the toy to turn it off. You pant, hair sticking to your face as sweat slides down your temples. 

“W-what the hell was that?” You manage to say over stuttered breaths, trying to muster up the best glare you could in his direction.

You see the slight panic in his eyes, and when he looks up you see him cover it up with innocent eyes and pouty lips. 

“Um, spider monkey...there’s just been a slight little hiccup,” He bites his lip, giving you a tight lipped smile.

“What? What is it?”

“W-well, um, it’s just-”

“Just spit it out, Jungkook.” You groan.

“It’s...the toy, it’s kind of...stuck?” You look down when he says that, seeing the toy still pressed up against your pussy.

“It’s what?” You look at him incredulously, blinking slowly as to process what he just said to you.

“It...one of the suctions on the toy, your...” He stutters, not having to even finish his sentence when you look down again, more intently.

You see your clit lodged into one of the suctions on the tentacle, completely wrapped around it. You scream when you see it, the worst scenarios coming to mind with each passing second.

“Oh my god, no no no-” You take the toy and pull it upwards, but you’re still so sensitive that it pains you so you stop. You try again, but to no avail.

You cry in frustration, throwing your head back into the pillows and covering your face in your hands.

“...B-baby?” Jungkook calls out to you after a few seconds of silence, concern laced in his voice.

“My clit...” You whisper, “My poor, poor clit.” You scream into your hands.

“Y-Y/N, it’s going to be okay-” 

“No it won’t!” You cry, “It’s in there! It won’t come out! You’re going to have to take me to the ER and they’re going to have to cut off my clit in this sex crazed tentacle act!” Jungkook tries to calm you down but you don’t listen and continue your tangent.

“She didn’t even do anything wrong, she just came out to have a good time,” You whimper in your palms, “She didn’t deserve this.”

“She?...Um, okay Y/N, she’s gonna be fine, I’m telling you babe,” He presses, reaching over to grab his phone. “I have a solution.”

“You do?” You look up at him, hopelessness washing away as you watch him tap away on his phone.

“Yeah, I really thought about it once I bought this, and just in case of an emergency I decided to get a warranty,” He continues pushing some buttons on his phone. “The dildo comes with troubleshooting with the manufacturer, I even have an app for it. Isn’t that cool?”

“So you just type in what model the toy is in here, and then it’ll transfer you over to your own personal assistant. And then from here...”

You see him moving the phone horizontally, angling it a certain way. 

“...Then you just take a picture and send it to them, telling them what the problem was. Then they’ll hit us back up in about an hour, and we’re all good-” You kick the phone out of his hand, hitting him in the chin along with it. He groans as he throws his head back, rubbing the spot you clipped him at. 

“Ow!”

“DON’T TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS! Why would you send a picture of my pussy to some rando!?” 

“Y/N, they are trained professionals. Privacy is their best policy. This has probably happened lots of times before-”

“I’M NOT SENDING NUDES TO YOUR DILDO COMPANY!” 

“I don’t know how to help you then,” He huffs, continuing to talk under his breath about how amazing their customer service is and how they would probably send some new products for this mess.

“You know, they’d probably even give me a money back guarantee over this.”

“My fucking clit is priceless Jeon, priceless.” You groan, not knowing what to do. “Fuck, my life is over! What do I even do now?! How do I live?!” 

How do you even tell someone about this? You let your weeb boyfriend mess around with his signature tentacle dildo collectible on you and then a freak accident happened, making you lose a vital part of your body? You’re going to die without your clit. What would people tell your parents at your funeral? How could you even show up to the ceremony, clitless?

“Y/N, stop being so dramatic. You have me!”

“No! That’s not enough!” You huff. His eyes widen and he touches his chest, visibly offended.

“Wow, I can’t believe you just said that.” He purses his lips as he watches you mourn over what you thought was a grave loss, assessing the situation. Having you mope like that is actually making him go soft. He has to fix this quick.

Then an idea pops into his head.

“Okay sweetheart, I think I know how to get this baby off of you.” You watch him pull out and push himself backwards, his face level with the toy. You look at him questioningly, wondering if he’s going to pull some careless act that’ll really have you saying goodbye to your best friend. She’s been there for all your life, all your ups and your downs, and you can’t lose her now after Jungkook’s one stupid act.

“It looks like its lodged up in there pretty good, but I think with enough slickness it’ll slip off.”

“And what are you gonna use?” You look at him, mildly concerned.

He looks at you smugly, “My best weapon.” 

Before you can respond he dips his head down, pushing his tongue to partly wrap around the suction. The sudden contact makes you yelp, thighs wrapping around his head. He uses his hands to keep your legs opened, lapping at the suction to get it more wet. You shudder when you feel the tip of his tongue sink into you, making you grab a fistful of his hair. 

“Jungkook,” You moan, “A-are you sure this is even gonna-ah! work?” It’s hard to concentrate when you feel his lips at your core, his tongue working wonders against you even though he doesn’t mean to. 

“I’m Spiderman baby, I’m always here to save the day. And in this case, my mission is to rescue this clitoris-” You shove his face deeper into your cunt, muffling him up.

“Okay, just do what you gotta do Jungkook and for the love of god, stop talking.”

He mumbles something incoherent, but nonetheless gets back to work. You feel him working against your core, trying his best to soak the area enough to try and slip off the toy. He grabs hold of the toy, slowly pulling it upward but you still feel the pressure of it pulling you with it. The pain gets masked by the pleasure of  Jungkook pressing his tongue against your spot, slowly making your insides tingle with a burning want as you feel your lower stomach coiling for more contact. You instinctively pull his face closer to you, moaning as your hips start slowly grinding into him. He pushes you down firmly, causing you to stop your ministrations.

“Stop moving, I think it’s almost off,” He continues to run his tongue against the base of your clit, making your pussy ache. You try your best to stay still for him, but his mouth feels so good you’re literally on the brink of another orgasm. You try to recount all the weird ass nicknames Jungkook’s been giving you all day, all the superhero puns he’s probably been waiting to say for months on this day, anything that’ll stop you from thinking about his wet muscle working you wonderfully down below. Just as you were repeating daddy long legs in your head, you couldn’t contain the loud moan when he tugs the toy upward a bit harshly, his lips wrapped around most of you as his tongue assaults your nub. You feel it, the wave of adrenaline rushing up just to drown you in a feeling of pure ecstasy. But before you can reach it, Jungkook removes the toy with a pop, whipping his face upwards to look at you with his big bunny smile.

“I did it! I did it! It worked, I told you!” He gushes over himself, “See, I knew I could save you! Spiderman is still as sexy and reliable as ever-” 

You cut off his little praise pitch early by getting up and shoving him down to the bed, crawling up on him to straddle his waist. You lean down to kiss him before he can speak, his lips melting into the kiss as his arms wrap around your waist.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” You kiss him again, “But we’re never fucking do that ever again.” He hums an I guess before you grab hold of his long neglected member, pumping it and making him shudder.

“You still haven’t come?” He shakes his head, cursing as you take one of his nipples into your mouth. You lightly suck on it, earning a moan from him.

“Well, even though it was your fault from the start you ended up fixing it, so I guess I owe you one.” You use that as an excuse when you’re really desperate to feel him inside you at this moment. You lift yourself up to line yourself with his cock, already ready for him from his previous actions. 

You sigh as you feel his tip pressed against your entrance, “How much do you want this?”

“So bad, fuck, so bad Y/N.” He practically whimpers, giving you a spike of pride that you could make him act this way.

His cock slowly spreads your walls as you sink down, filling you up so well that your legs feel numb. 

“Ah! Shit, you’re so-god, so-mm, good.” He mewls.

“Mmm, yeah?” You take him inch by inch, his moans encouraging you to keep going as you finally bottom out, sitting on him snugly as you savor the moment you’ve been waiting for all day. You grip his hands that are secured against your waist and start moving, your moans synchronizing with each time you move up and down his length.

“Y-you’re so fucking tight,” He groans, nails pressing further into the skin of your hips, “So fucking warm.”

“Yeah? You like me, ah, swallowing up your cock?” You move your hands to his chest, angling yourself forward so that you can fuck him at a harder pace.

“Fuck yes, yes, oh my god, you’re taking my cock so good.” His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking on it as you roll your hips into him. He’s reaching you so deep from this angle, his hips slightly bucking up to push himself further into you.

His hands make their way to your ass, squeezing them harshly before giving you a firm slap on one of your cheeks. You moan, raising yourself from your position so now you’re directly bouncing on his cock.

“Y/N! Shit,” He whines, “Faster, god please go faster.” 

“Yeah baby? You want it harder?” You love hearing him beg for more; it was one of the hottest things you’ve probably ever heard in your lifetime. You see his eyes start to water, teeth sunken into his bottom lip as he holds onto you for dear life. You moan, pushing yourself to go harder against him just to hear him cry your name, seeing him slowly lose it because of you.

“Yes, yes, ah! Fuck...Y/N,” He whimpers your name like a mantra below you, bed creaking faster and begging for mercy as the continuous slap, slap, slaps echo throughout the room. 

“God! R-right there Y/N, please.” You can feel your ass almost bruising from the onslaught of you slamming down on him, your pussy aching just as delightfully around his thick cock. As much as you want to keep going, your pace starts slowing down, the soreness in your thighs finally getting the better of you. You resort to rolling your hips, moving yourself back and forth against him to try and keep the momentum going.

“Tired, sweetheart?” You bite your lip, slowly nodding as he chuckles. He pushes the wet strands of your hair back from your face, leaning up to kiss you. The kiss is soft, warm, nothing intense like before. He kisses you like he could almost break you, but you can feel all the emotions tumbling down on you through that one simple kiss. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He smiles, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you guys over, careful not to separate you two as your back makes contact the bed. 

“I’m really glad I could call you mine.” He moves his hands under your head and lifts you up, moving some extra pillows to make sure you’re comfortable. He moves himself closer into you, adjusting the back of your thighs so they’re resting against him rather than hanging up in the air.

“Better?” You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck to connect your lips again. Times like these are the ones that bring you back to reality, making you remember you chose the right guy. Although he has his weird little kinks and he can be a complete idiot sometimes, Jungkook was always there for you. He always made sure you were comfortable, always there for reassurance for anything. Always kind, always loving. 

“I love you,” You whispered against his lips, making him smile into the next kiss.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He wraps your legs around his waist, holding your face as he kisses you much deeper. His hips slowly start moving, making your breath hitch in your throat.

His strokes were slow but deep, making sure he was taking his time with you. He kissed your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your lips. He covered your body in bits of love, each one letting you know how much you mean to him. Once he hit that spot that had you arching your back and mewling his name, he set a faster pace.

“Mmm, right there baby?” 

“Yes! Jungkook, yes, right fucking there,” You cry, holding him closer to you. He thrusts deeper into you, his toned thighs slapping against your ass as the headboard bangs against the wall. He makes sure to rut against that spot, making you clench harder around his aching cock. 

“Jungkook!” You moan his name repeatedly as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He kisses the corner of your mouth as you lose yourself in him, your nails raking down his broad shoulders.

“Come for me sweetheart, I wanna feel you all over me,” He snakes a hand down to your bundle of nerves, pressing the pad of his thumb against it in tight, quick circles.

You cry out his name when you come, clenching so tightly around his cock he can’t help but come with you, his seed spilling deep into you as he fucks you both through your high. You feel him filling you up, some of it leaking out of your core as he slows down but doesn’t pull out. You both pant against each other, covered in sweat as he falls on top of you. You brush his sweaty hair back from his face that rests on your chest, tracing his jawline as you regulate your breathing. 

He looks up at you, chin resting on your skin and you both tirelessly laugh. 

“I really don’t want to let you go, you’re so warm,” He murmurs, keeping himself in you for a bit longer.

“Well, we have to clean up, then we can cuddle naked and watch Naruto.” He mumbles a fine at your offer, knowing that he couldn’t say no to that. He gets off of you and slowly slips out of you, a mixture of both you and him spilling out and onto the sheets. 

“You look really good like that you know,” Licking his lips as he watches your wetness make more of a mess below, “I could literally get off on just this image.” 

You smile and roll your eyes, “Just get something to clean this up, okay?” You’re waiting for him to move off the bed to grab a towel, but instead he grabs your legs, dipping his head down to your core. Before you can stop him he laps up his own cum along with yours, sucking on all the excess as you grip his hair. He juts his tongue into you, getting every drop from you and making you moan tiredly. It’s too much, and you force his mouth off of you. 

“Okay Jungkook,” you whine.

He reluctantly lets you go, licking his lips when he looks up at you. “Fine, but just because you were so good to me today.” He winks at you before he sits up off the bed, walking to the closet to grab a towel.

“You know, this was honestly the only weird fantasy I’ve ever had, and you’re amazing for letting me live it out.”

You scoff at that, making him turn back to look at you with a quirked brow. 

“What?”

“Jungkook, I know your pervy weeb ass better than anyone and know for a fact this is not the only fantasy you’ve had.” You almost can’t contain the laugh that’s bubbling up in your throat.

“I’m serious Y/N! Okay, the tentacle was a little extra, I know, but that was just because Stan Lee was all over it, I had to have it!”

“Don’t say Stan Lee was all over it, that sounds so gross!” You gag.

“Okay, not like that! Not like how you were all over it, which by the way, was really really hot-”

“Jungkook!”

“Kidding! But you know what I meant okay...” He huffs, “Anyways, you make it sound like I’m some weirdo that has a cosplay kink. I like comics, yeah, I like anime, yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to go on some sex crazed superhero roleplay series-” 

Just as he’s talking he opens the door to his closet, making a litter of boxes and clothes fall on the floor in front of you two. You look down to see the mess, and the first thing that caught your eye surprisingly wasn’t even shocking to you. 

You see a full on, decked out suit that spilled from what looked like a box stored deep inside his closet. The top half of the suit was all gold, with what looked like actual gold gems along the neckline. A gold, expensive looking belt was also included in the attire, and the bottom half of the suit was bright green that was covered in what looked like..scales?

You both looked at the costume and then back at each other, Jungkook’s eyes widening as he looks at you in panic.

“Y/N, I can explain-”

You both hear a loud clang from the closet, a stick about to tumble onto the floor but he catches it before it falls. You both look at the gold trident in his hand, covered in sequins and diamonds that you don’t even want to bother asking how many paychecks it must’ve costed.

“...Aquaman? Really?”

“Y/N, look, it’s not what you think! When I was trying to go to DragonCon two years ago they had this little collective superhero convention and Stan Lee was-”

“Jungkook!”

[phykios]

i meant to have this up on friday but i didn’t bc i’m lame anyway, this is dedicated to my dearest dearest peyton 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙 one year ago last friday i had the distinct pleasure of sliding into her dms on discord, several fics and 72 separate aus later, here we are. so, for our friendiversary, have a sexy origin story for percabeth 😁

Say So, for @darkmagyk​ [read on ao3] rated E for sexual content (spicy!!! pls be advised!!!) cw: recreational drug use, experimental bondage, and an accidental hit during intercourse

“I don’t think it’s working,” Annabeth says.

“Just give it a minute.” Sofia sounds gone already, hazy and dreamy.

She gives it a minute.

“Am I supposed to feel something?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m not.”

“You gotta be patient,” says Jordan. Throaty and full, her already deep voice is even deeper, almost vibrating in the air.

Annabeth blinks. “Maybe they gave you actual grass. Or maybe I’m too much of a square for it to affect me.” Sofia snorts. “I’m serious. You know at my summer camp they started giving me counselor responsibilities when I was twelve? Percy always said I wouldn’t know what fun was if it hit me in the face. And it’s not like he was wrong, like I spent most of my childhood reading ancient Greek or learning how to use a knife but there were some pretty ridiculous extenuating circumstances and I really wanted this older boy at camp to like me, and why am I talking so fast?”

Masako giggles. “You’re stoned.”

“I am?”

“Stoned,” she confirms.

“High,” says Sofia.

“Intoxicated!” sings Jordan.

“Oh, wow.” She can feel every blade of grass beneath her, tickling along her bare legs, the wind caressing her face, the sounds of Berkeley--frat boys playing Ultimate, rush-hour traffic, a thousand different conversations about nothing and everything--muffled behind a glass wall. “I’m high.”

Sofia laughs. “How does it feel?”

“It feels…” She licks her lips. They taste like avocado fries and sunshine. “It feels like…” Slow. The turn of the earth so soft and gentle, like the tides in the lake when Percy is in a good mood. Like the liminal space between sleepfulness and wakefulness, when you’ve taken a nap and can’t remember what year it is. Like wading through a magical time spell, but warm. “You know what I mean?”

“Annabeth,” says Masako. “You didn’t say anything.”

“What?” She raises her head, looking over at her friend. Her eyes are closed, her hands running along the grass of the quad. “I didn’t?”

“Nothing.”

Annabeth lets her head fall back, thumping the earth. “Oh, theoi, I’m high.”

Overcome, Jordan starts laughing, curling onto her side. The rest aren’t far behind. 

Soon they’re not laughing at her anymore, they’re just laughing to laugh. Laughter is fun, she realizes, her breath and blood whooshing through her body, every muscle and bone in her body united in one single pursuit of joy. Her eyes are squeezed shut, cheeks aching from the force of her smile, her body curled in on itself, wracked with euphoria.

Sofia giggles so hard she snorts, setting them all off again.

Wading through an onslaught of laughter, high and squeaky, Annabeth gasps out, “Why am I laughing so much?”

“Because you’re high, girl!” Jordan crows. She has turned herself over on her front, her face pressed against the grass. “Have you really never gotten high before?”

“Don’t tease her,” says Sofia, awkwardly patting Annabeth’s knee. “You know she hasn’t done anything.”

She has done stuff, she almost says--before she shuts her mouth with an audible clack.

“Not even at your camp?” Jordan asks, befuddled. Befuddled is a funny word. “No one ever snuck in some alcohol or whatever?”

Thoughts running at a snail’s pace, she has to seriously rack her brain to think if one of the Hermes’ kids ever brought in any illicit substances. Soda, minor monsters, the most powerful weapon ever created--but not any alcohol or marijuana. She thinks. “Our camp director was really strict about alcohol.”

“Lame,” says Masako.

“I mean, he was in recovery,” says Annabeth, her go-to story about Mr. D, just in case anyone ever asks. “It was a whole thing. He couldn’t have it, so we couldn’t have it.” 

“Not lame,” she amends.

“Okay, I think,” she says, a memory appearing out of the fog, after Gaea, after all that nonsense, “I think my co-counselor Katie made some joints out of bay leaves once.” 

The younger kids had gone to bed, sent off with a healthy dose of Clovis’ dream magic to ward away any nightmares, but the older campers had stayed up, huddled around the central brazier into the wee hours of the morning. Still so exhausted she could barely see straight, falling asleep on top of Percy, he had hauled her away to bed, but not before he had declined something for the both of them, something small and white and made to be smoked.

“You can get high off of bay leaves?” Sofia asks. 

Annabeth nods. “That’s how the… the fucking…” the word was on the tip of her tongue. The thing that Rachel did. But long ago. Oracle! “The Oracle, she got high, in ancient Greece. With bay leaves. She’d smoke them and receive prophecy.”

Jordan lifts her head. “Cool. You got ancient Greek high.”

Annabeth nearly says something about Olympus, or maybe Blackjack, an amazing joke about being high and Greek just on the tip of her tongue, but she has just enough self control not to. “No, I was tired. Percy and I went to bed.” 

“Laaaaaaaaame,” says Masako.

It’s just good-natured ribbing. And they’re all high as kites. But Annabeth still frowns. “I’m not lame.”

“You’re amazing, don’t get me wrong,” Masako says, “but you are so lame. You’ve never gotten high before, you’re probably going to marry your first boyfriend… you are so vanilla.”

“And we love that about you!” Sofia jumps in.

Annabeth can’t feel bad right now, but she can feel a little lost. “But I love Percy,” she says. “Why wouldn’t I marry him?”

Percy is perfect. He’s handsome and kind and powerful and funny and brave and handsome. He’s more than anyone could hope for. And he loves her. 

“You’re really going to marry him?” Jordan asks. “Like, for real?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, but he says he can’t propose before he finds the perfect ring. He promised he wouldn’t make me wait too long. I don’t want to have Chase on my diploma.” 

“Oh my god,” Masako giggles, “you’re even more vanilla than I thought.” 

“The dick can’t be that good,” Jordan muses, examining a particularly long blade of grass. 

It is, but they don’t need to know that. 

Sofia snorts. “It is?”

Oh, fuck. Annabeth giggles. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“Tell us!” Masako sits bolt upright, eyes wide. “Tell us everything!”

She slams her hands over her face. “Noooo,” she laughs, curling in on herself further. “I can’t.”

All at once, they scream, like the three Erinyes swooping down onto an unsuspecting prey. Or the Cabin Ten campers when someone gets too close with any stray ketchup.

“Spill!” they shriek. “Spill!”

No one has ever demanded to know the details of her sex life before. Even at camp, she and Percy are given a wide berth. Something about walking through Tartartus with your partner apparently takes your sex life from giggle-worthy to kind of intimidating. That’s the biggest difference between her demigod friends and her mortal friends, Annabeth is finding. Other than that, they’re pretty much exactly the same. “What do you want to know?” she asks, naively.

The floodgates open.

“When did you guys first do it?”

“Where?”

“How was it?”

“What does he like?”

“His abs though--”

“Is he good at head?”

“Favorite position!”

“His dick is big, I just know it--”

Over and over, overlapping, a whirlwind of questions, she can’t process them nearly as fast as they are coming--all she can do is laugh, breathless and airy, until they all dissolve into giggles once again.

She’s getting a little tired of this constant laughing.

Even that thought makes her start all over again.

“Okay,” she gasps, “okay, I can’t--I can’t answer all of those.”

Jordan waves her arms. “Me first! First time!”

Annabeth shrugs. “Um, it was… the weekend of Thanksgiving, a few months after we started dating. His parents were at a mixer for their writing group, and I was staying with them during my school break.” What else is she supposed to say? That they’d been talking about it for weeks? That Annabeth had been so excited she’d forgotten to even ask him about condoms? That Percy had been so concerned with making sure he got her off and didn’t hurt her that he’d spent almost an hour fingering her? 

They squeal in unison. “His parents’ house!” Sofia gasps, hands on her face. “So scandalous! How was it?”

Annabeth blushes. “Amazing.” 

And it had been, as amazing as a first time can be. Any person could only ever dream of having a partner as attentive and respectful as Percy for their first time.

“If he’s the only one you’ve ever had, how do you know it was that good?” Jordan asks. “I thought my first boyfriend was good, too, right up until I started dating Julie.” 

“I think three consecutive orgasms counts as being good,” Annabeth drawls.

Once again, the screaming.

“Three?” shrieks Masako.

“Three.”

“Your first time?!”

“He was really really really concerned I wouldn’t get off!” 

Sofia collapses on top of her, hands scrabbling for her shoulders, and always, always giggling. “You marry that boy--you marry him right now!”

“I’m trying!”

“And it’s still good?” Masako’s eyes are as wide as saucers.

Normally, she might be a little reluctant to share--even with Piper. The eighth of this edible, though, is certainly helping grease the wheels of conversation. “It’s always good.”

Jordan groans, throwing a handful of grass in her face. “Bullshit.”

“Always?”

She frowns, really thinking about it, trying to remember a time it was bad. It’s surprisingly really hard. “Sometimes we don’t have time for three orgasms.” 

“How often do you fake it?”

“What do you mean?” Annabeth asks Masako.

“You know… fake it.”

“Why would I fake it? If I fake it, he won’t know I haven’t come yet.” She laughs, more than a giggle but less than a guffaw. It’s so silly. Whoever thought of faking an orgasm?  “How would I even do that?” 

“You’ve never faked it?” Sofia is incredulous, her jaw hanging open. 

Annabeth sits up, flailing a little, reaching forward to touch her toes. Just because. “Of course not. Do people actually do that?”

“Sure,” says Masako. “Sometimes.”

“Why?” 

“I hate you,” Jordan moans, “I hate you so much, you and your stupid sex god boyfriend who makes love to you every night like you’re in some trashy period drama with the…” Her hands come up, weakly making a wavy shape in the air. “The things. You know.”

Masako tilts her head. “Hoop skirts?”

Sofia pitches forward, hands coming flat on the grass. “Okay, Annabeth. Prove to us you’re not vanilla. Craziest place you’ve ever done it.”

All three girls lean in, now, expectant, hungry.

Annabeth frowns.

Where was the craziest place they had done it?

They’d done it a lot in the last few years. His apartment in the city, Cabin Three, her boarding school room… 

Oh. Right.

She flushes.

They lean in even closer.

Well, she can’t tell them about the time they had sex in the temple of Neptune in New Rome, but she can tell them about--“One time, at camp,” she mumbles, playing with a shoelace, “we… Percy is in charge of the boathouse, because--because he’s so good at sailing, you know? So, one day, we both passed our chores off to a couple other counselors, then he took out one of the canoes, rowed us out into the middle of the lake, and…” She glances up, bashful.

Cue the screaming. 

Annabeth covers her face with her arms, falling back down onto the quad.

“At your summer camp!” Masako cries, gleeful. 

“My word!” Playfully kicking her ankle, Jordan pretends to fan herself, like Hazel still does sometimes when she’s startled by something really risque. “Imagine if the children had seen you!”

The children hadn’t seen them, but the naiads definitely had--and had tried to capsize them for their trouble. She hadn’t been able to do any lake-related activities for a week without getting soaked by a stray wave which, coincidentally, managed to avoid hitting everyone else.

“What else?” Sofia asks, practically vibrating. “Craziest kink!”

“Um…” She frowns, screwing up her face so she thinks extra hard. Have they… done anything kinky? They have sex a lot, yeah, and not always in their bedrooms, but other than that… “I… don’t… know…”

Sex with Percy is always amazing--that’s not a lie. But, maybe it’s gotten a little… same-y.

“Well, well, well.” Sofia slow-claps it out, her rings clinking together. “I think she’s ready for the big leagues, don’t you, girls?” 

Through her fingers, Annabeth glances at her. “What do you mean?”

“Bondage.”

“Bondage?” She blinks. “Like, tying each other up?”

Annabeth doesn’t think she’s ever been tied up before. Well, except for the time she wanted to hear the Sirens, but Percy had left her with her knife, so that didn’t really count. 

“Last time I met up with Skylar, we went back to his, and he has this old-timey bed frame, with the slats, right? So I took the belt from my dress, and--”

“Okay, okay,” Annabeth cuts in, covering her face again. “I get the point.”

Maybe her friends have a point. Maybe she is a little vanilla.

Sofia pats her knee. “Next time you guys have sex--”

“So, in like, three hours,” Jordan snorts.

“--take a scarf or a tie or whatever and tie his hands to the headboard. Trust me, he will flip. Out.”

Annabeth nods, taking mental notes. “Hands to the headboard. Got it.” She’s not sure if he even has any ties, but she’s resourceful. She can cobble something together. “And… then what?”

Sofia shrugs. “Kiss him. Do a striptease. Leave him there. I dunno. Whatever you want.”

Masako scrambles to her feet, windmilling to keep her balance. “The Bon Me truck just pulled up,” she gasps, “and I am starving.”

And thus, that particular conversation is over, thanks to the munchies.

***

Truth be told, she kind of forgets it pretty much entirely. Most of that day is gone, the finer details swallowed up in a haze of heat waves and peanut sauce.

That is, until New Rome’s annual pre-Saturnalia mixer: dress code, lighter side of formal. Whatever that means. 

“Hey, babe?” Percy pokes his head in the bathroom, button-down half undone. “I need your eye for a second.”

She grunts around the bobby pin held between her teeth, sliding another one through some hitherto-unknown dimension to hold a curl in place. 

“What do you think, this tie with this jacket?” He holds the two of them together, the black and white Greek key pattern contrasting nicely against the navy blue fabric. “Or will that cause an incident?”

“Probably an incident,” she says, slowly, slipping the bobby pin from her mouth. Then, a thought poking at the back of her skull. “How long have you had that?”

He glances at it. “The tie? Paul gave it to me for graduation.”

“That was nice of him.”

“I’m pretty sure he got it from the Met gift shop, but yeah.” All smiles, he slides the jacket on, tie crumpled in his balled fist. “You’re right, no tie.”

She grunts, noncommittal, gaze sliding away as she tries to remember… something.

“You good?”

“...Yeah,” she says, eventually. “Just spaced out for a second.”

“Alright. You about ready to go?”

She glances at her hair in the mirror, the makeup on the counter. “Give me twenty.”

“Sure thing.” Then he goes out, a few moments of silence passing before she hears the sink turn on as he takes care of the dishes. 

How in Hades did she end up with the perfect man? Truly.

Percy continues to exude perfection at the party, despite the fact that he is clearly less than comfortable, not that she can blame him. Some of the older citizens of New Rome are a little less reserved with their opinions of the Greeks, Percy’s hand clenching around his glass of sparkling grape juice every time someone badmouths camp, their home, but they both relax as soon as they finish making the rounds of NRU’s board of trustees and other college officials, peeling away to find Frank and Reyna and the rest of their friends. 

Still, Annabeth can’t quite focus. 

“Hey.” Percy leans in, his hand against the small of her back, murmuring into her ear. “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” Gods, his hand is so big and warm. All that time in the gym is paying off, too, the weedy, skinny teenager she fell in love with blossoming into a young man, broad shoulders and firm chest like a Phidian sculpture.

“You’re just kind of quiet tonight. Did you sleep okay?”

She blinks at him, thoughts coming back into focus. “Uh--yeah, I’m good. Just--”

“Spaced out for a second?” Making a face, he grins back at her, unrepentant. “You wanna ditch the party?”

“Do you?”

He looks around, eyeing Hylla Ramirez-Arellano as she loudly boasts about being Jeff Bezos’ findom. “A little.”

Well, Annabeth is happy to be his excuse. 

Citing a (completely fake) headache, they make their graceful exit, walking back to their apartment in the cool California night, hand in hand, Percy carrying her heels as she walks barefoot down the sidewalks. 

It’s a quiet night. Percy squeezes her hand every few steps, and she squeezes back, lifting her face to the clear night sky, thoughts she can’t catch slipping through the cracks like wisps of clouds across the moon. But that’s okay. She’s pretty sure they’re good thoughts.

“You sure you’re alright?” Percy asks as they get home, closing the door behind them. “You've been kind of out of it all night.”

Kissing him on the cheek, she shrugs out of her nice coat, slipping it up on their makeshift coat rack, fashioned from a piece of driftwood that had nearly conked Percy on the head the first time they ever went down to the beach. “I’m fine, Percy, promise. Just kind of a bleh day, you know? Nothing a few cuddles and a movie won’t fix.”

At that, he beams, dropping Annabeth’s shoes on the floor. “I’ll get the popcorn!”

"Let me shower first," Annabeth says. Hopefully a shower will clear her head a little.

It doesn't.

Changing into her pajamas, she ruffles her curls with her microfiber towel, frowning as she comes out of the bathroom. Percy's good habits are rubbing off on her; she's left a lot of crap lying around that needs picking up. Collecting stray bobby pins from the vanity, a curling iron from the top of the dresser, and an alternate dress option from where she had left it on the bed, she putters about the room, tidying as she goes, when she stops. Percy's tie lays crumbled at the head of the bed where he had tossed it earlier.

She picks it up, running it between her fingers. It's not exactly silk, but it's still a decently strong weave, machine-made for mass production, inoffensively soft. Annabeth wraps it around her finger, pulling tight, and a flash of heat rushes through her, like a wave off the lava climbing wall. 

“So there’s this guy on Youtube who makes popcorn with Lao Gan Ma spicy chili crisp, and it sounded absolutely amazing,” says Percy, walking into their room, popcorn bowl in hand. Annabeth whips around, the tie crumpled in her fist. “I tried to keep the spice level down, but let me know if it’s too much and I can make another one.”

Annabeth blinks, momentarily uncomprehending. “Uh--sure! Sounds good.”

“Did you pick a movie while you were in the shower?”

“Um…” Was she supposed to? “Your choice.”

“The Sopranos okay?” he asks, climbing onto their bed, twisting around to grab his laptop from the side table. His shirt rides up a little, a sliver of waist and hip peeking out at her.

“Sure.” She likes The Sopranos. It’s a little soapy, but usually she has no problem following along. 

Keyword being usually.

She’s tucked herself into Percy’s side the way she usually does, her head against his, his arm around her shoulders, his thumb ghost along the bare skin of her bicep. He smells really good today, sea salt and cinnamon and chili oil, a testament to his busy day in the kitchen. He’s so warm, always, six feet of dense, packed muscle practically radiating heat. Annabeth could fall asleep right there. She often does. 

Shifting for the sixth time in what must be five minutes, she snuggles into his chest, curling and uncurling her toes. There’s no denying it--she can feel herself getting hotter, a flame in her center, soft and pulsing, reaching every part of her.

How she wishes she could blame it on The Sopranos.

Annabeth presses her nose into his neck, breathing him in, laying a kiss under his ear. Then another on his jaw. And another at the corner of his lips. And one on his mouth, tilting him towards her for better access. He goes, easily, without resistance. 

At some point, the popcorn bowl is moved. 

Then, Percy shuts his laptop closed during Livia’s wake. 

“Hey,” Annabeth murmurs into his mouth, draped over him like some kind of blanket. “I wanna try something.”

He hums, kissing her again. “Okay?”

She reaches behind him, beneath the pillow. She’s not sure why she had stashed it there, rather than hanging it back up in the closet, but she pulls out the tie, holding Percy’s gaze without breaking. “I thought,” she breathes, pressing her chest against him, incentivizing, “you know... if you want to."

His eyes darken, even as his face tries to give nothing away. "You wanna tie me up?"

Lip between her teeth, she nods.

Slowly, controlled, he blows his breath out, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. "You sure?" he asks, desire rumbling in his chest.

She frowns. "Yeah." Does he not want to?

"Okay," he says, twisting a curl around his finger. "Just want to make sure we’re on the same page here.”

Or maybe worse, does he think she can’t? “Okay.”

Straightening up, she straddles him. He lifts his arms obediently, never breaking eye contact, bracing them against their headboard. It’s not really conducive for this sort of thing, but she threads the tie through the wooden slats easily enough, tying his wrists together, leaning in closer than she needs to so that her chest pushes up against his face.

There. All tied up and ready to go.

She leans back on her knees, taking in the whole pretty picture.

Rhythmically, subconsciously, Percy tests the strength of the bonds, flexing the muscles in his arms. His mouth hangs open, his hips shifting beneath her as he tries to get comfortable, cock hard through his sweatpants.

Annabeth scrambles off him, and he tries to follow, chest jerking as the tie holds him back. He grunts, surprised, shoulders straining, before he falls back, defeated, huffing angrily, a low growl which connects to the pit of her stomach. “Nice try, Percy,” she smirks, sauntering around to the foot of the bed, keenly aware of his gaze as it tracks her, hands on her hips. “It’s my show tonight.”

“Your show, huh?” He settles back against the headboard, wine-dark gaze boring into her. “By all means, then. Give me a show.”

She glares, grinding her teeth. Doesn’t he know she’s calling the shots right now? 

Well, fine. If he wants a show, he’ll get a show. 

Annabeth is… not a particularly graceful person normally, but on the battlefield, she knows she shines. Give her a knife and an enemy, and she can put the greatest dancers to shame. Well, in this case, Percy is the enemy, and… her clothes… are the knife. Or something like that. It makes more sense in her head.

Slowly, she grasps the hem of her sleep shirt, peeling it up over her chest, the fabric blocking her vision for a brief moment as she slips it over her head. When Percy comes back into view, his eyes have darkened just that much more, almost straining with the effort not to stare at her chest, even as it’s presented for his explicit viewing pleasure.

Annabeth does not have much in the way of breasts--never has. It doesn’t seem to bother him, which is nice. Besides, Percy is more of a leg man, as he has expressed several times. So, legs next. 

Her sleep shorts aren’t very sexy, old, threadbare things which had once been yoga pants. When she started gaining a little more weight, and the pants could no longer reach her ankles, she had cut them in a fit of impulsivity, stretching the fabric and sewing herself a new hem, giving her skin more room to breathe. And giving Percy more space to slip his fingers up, the horny bastard. 

She turns around, lamenting the loss, as she so wanted to see his face as she bends over, sticking out her ass, slowly slipping the waistband down. From behind, she hears a faint pickup in breathing. 

Over her ass, down her thighs and her knees. She thinks she hears a groan, muffled behind a bitten lip. She lifts up one foot, then the other, leaving the shorts in a puddle by her feet. Clad only in her panties now--black, lacy, but not due to any pre-planning on her part, unless you count the laundry just about overflowing in the closet hamper--she straightens back up, her hands going to her hair, running her fingers through it in some kind of approximation of sexy.

She turns around, and is greeted with his look of naked longing, his throat working as he swallows, full lower lip firmly in his teeth. His fists are clenched, the muscles of his forearms big and bulging, his heels pushing into the mattress.

She takes a step forward, her fingers teasing the edge of her panties. She won’t take them off, not yet, just torment him a little, lifting the fabric and letting it slap back down to her skin, then she’ll climb back on top of him, hump him through his sweatpants until he’s begging--

Annabeth catches her foot on the fabric puddle. Tripping, she throws out her hands, aiming to catch herself on the decorative chest they keep at the foot of their bed, her weak ankle buckling as it tries to keep her steady--then she jams her toe into the metal strut. Hard.

“Mother fucker!”

She goes down.

“Annabeth!”

Through the white hot haze of pain, she can barely see, but she can certainly feel it as a pair of strong arms picks her up from the floor, laying her on the bed, a big hand taking her weaker foot, fingers delicately prodding the offending toe, skimming over the sensitive skin. “Percy?” she moans, seeing stars. “What--”

“Nothing feels sprained,” he murmurs, kissing her ankle. “Looks like you just slammed it. Let me get some ice.” And he leaves her for a moment.

Wasn’t he tied up a minute ago?

The bed dips beside her as Percy takes her foot again, carefully laying one of their smaller ice packs across the throbbing flesh. Her vision clears, blink by blink, and as his concerned but fond face slowly comes into focus, she also spies something trailing from his wrist--a strip of black and white fabric. 

His tie. Snapped in half. Still attached to him. “Did you…?” she trails off.

He flicks his eyes down to his wrist, and flushes, lightly. “Oh. I, uh, guess I did. I didn’t even notice.”

Annabeth’s body grows hot in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with shame. 

“Anyway,” he coughs, dry and useless. “Um, maybe we should call it a night?”

Hiding her face in her arms, she nods. 

***

They try again the next week.

While dictating her notes via speech-to-text, Annabeth had spent the last couple of days occupied with making her own rope, stronger and softer than the ones she had seen in her Incognito Mode searches while doing her business in the bathroom. BDSM rope is surprisingly really expensive, especially the less abrasive stuff, but more than that, she feels kind of… well, it’s weird, the idea of spending money on bondage shit when they’d only tried it once, and not very successfully at that. Like, how about they make sure they actually like it first, says the little Percy in her head who occasionally keeps her from making too many impulse purchases, and then they can upgrade their gear? 

Also, she’s confident her stuff is on par with the really expensive gear anyway. Plus, it’s blue!

And when she dangles it in front of his face, straddling him once again as she slides her wet pussy over his briefs, practically soaking them, he lifts his arms again, a quiet acquiescence, even as his jaw clenches in the barest hint of displeasure. 

Every day Percy does something new to make her fall in love with him. That he trusts her so much to let her tie him up, immobilize him, take away his control like this, even though he’s so clearly hesitant about the whole thing, that’s just today’s thing. She kisses him, soft and sweet, over and over, and he responds in kind, straining his neck to meet her. “You good?” she asks, a whisper into the space between them, and he nods. “It’s not too tight?”

“It’s fine.” She feels more than sees as he flexes his arms again, testing the strength of her rope. 

“Good.” She kisses his nose. No way he’ll be able to break these. 

The second time is already going better than the first. Having divested herself of her clothes beforehand, there’s no danger of her tripping and injuring herself as she lines herself up and sinks down on him, shuddering at the angle as she slides him inside of her. She just sits there for a moment, rocking back and forth on his lap, enjoying the way he fills her nooks and crannies, brushing up against the sensitive skin, closing her eyes against the sensation as she lifts herself up, sliding back down, up and down and up and down and up and down. 

“Fuck, Annabeth,” he moans. “Oh, fuck.”

It’s good. As always. It’s so good. 

But… something is missing.

She squeezes around him, and he hisses, bucking beneath her.

Why isn’t he touching her?

He groans, frustrated, his head making a muffled thump as it drops on the pillow.

Oh. Right.

Usually right about now he’ll go for her tits, his big hands covering them completely, deft fingers pinching and twisting her nipples in the most perfect way, so she decides to show him what he’s missing, bringing her own hands up to her chest, rolling her thumbs over her nipples, smiling as he practically growls. Unfortunately for her, for whatever sick reason, she’s not nearly as good at this as he is, her touches not really doing enough for her. And after a few minutes or so, Percy takes notice.

“Oh gods, Annabeth,” he pants, pulling his legs up behind her, the force almost tilting her forward, and she throws out her hands to catch herself, his abs tensing beneath her as she lands on them, her chest right up against his face. Quick as anything, he lifts his head up, mouth headed for her left nipple before she manages to pull herself back.

She narrows her eyes, falling back on his lap even more heavily, pushing a grunt out of him. “Nice try.”

He only grins back, shark-like, eyes dancing. “Had to give it a shot.”

Of course he did. Percy treats rules like [clever metaphor], easily broken and discarded. And now Annabeth has to punish him. 

Shit.

What are you supposed to do for punishment again? 

Her mind draws a blank.

Percy stares up at her, waiting, brow raised in challenge.

To stall for time, she squeezes around him.

She’d watched a handful of pornos for research, and in a lot of them, the dominant would strike their partner. Percy’s tough, a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and he likes his rough-housing with Clarisse and Frank and the war kids, so he’d probably like that, too, right? If someone did that to her, Annabeth would probably like it.

So she raises her hand, and she brings it down on his soft, untensed, unprepared tummy. Hard.

He jumps so high that he actually manages to buck her off. “OW!”

“Percy!” she cries, scrambling back over to him. “Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!”

“The hell was that for!” he gasps, curling in on himself as best he can with his arms still tied above his head.

“Sorry, sorry,” she gentles, almost frantic, hands hovering over his body. His belly is rapidly turning pink, the outline of her hand stark on his skin, practically radiating heat. “I just--I mean I thought--fuck, I am so sorry!”

He groans in response, eyes squeezed shut. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--”Let--let me get you some ice, or--” she stammers, sliding off the bed.

“Can you at least untie me first?” Percy wheezes. 

“Oh my gods, yeah, hold on.” Despite her shaking fingers, the knot comes undone easily, practically falling apart, and Percy curls himself into a ball, forehead touching his knees.

Returning with an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel, she kisses his shoulder in apology, slipping it between the taut, tight bends of his body. 

He is in real, actual pain. Fuck. “I am so, so sorry,” she says again, her voice wobbling.

Squinting up at her, he tries for a reassuring smile, but falls far, far short, a pained grimace painted across his face. “It’s okay,” he rasps. 

It’s really not, but saying that isn’t going to be so helpful right now. 

Instead, she lies down next to him, resting her hand on his arm, gently stroking back and forth in hopes that it might distract him a little. She knows that whenever her ankle or her shoulder act up, all she wants is Percy’s hands on her, repetitive and soothing. Hopefully she can give back a little of the comfort that he gives her.

After a while, he starts to uncurl. “Goddamn,” he moans, still clutching the ice pack to his stomach. “Remind me never to badmouth the Yankees again.”

She forces out a chuckle for his sake, ducking her head against his. “How is it? One to ten.”

Hissing, he straightens out a little more. “Probably a four,” he says, “but a really spicy four.”

“Percy, I am so--”

“It’s okay.” He knocks his head against her chin. “Maybe just warn me next time?”

“Yeah,” she says, uneasy. Next time is not looking so likely. “Here.” 

Slowly, she helps him into a sitting position, applying extra pressure on his stomach, her hand on top of his. They breathe together, letting the sting fade away until Percy drops his head on hers. 

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey.”

“How are you?”

“How--” she snorts, a little wet. “I’m fine, Percy.”

“Good.”

“I’m sorry about hitting you,” she says. She can’t help but look down at his stomach, pinkness peeking above the ice pack, at his dick, well and truly flaccid. “That was… not my best idea.”

“Can I ask you something?” Tearing her gaze away, she turns back to Percy. “Why are you pushing for this so hard?”

She blinks, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“Just, you’ve never really expressed an interest in kinky stuff before.” He takes her hand, cold from the ice pack, rubbing his thumb against hers, sweet and intimate. 

“Yeah, well,” she cuddles into Percy a little harder, curving her body around his shoulder. “Some of the girls at Berklee were teasing me about being a little vanilla.” None of it was mean-spirited or anything, but it had stayed with her for a while after it had resurfaced that night. Annabeth Chase, despite having run away from home at the age of seven, was a square, a teetotaler, unadventurous, the kind of woman who spent her Friday nights playing board games with a woman who typified 1930s values. Annabeth Chase, after her short, entirely too eventful life, was going to settle down, and marry the first boy she ever kissed.

It had struck a nerve.

“Being vanilla isn’t a bad thing,” he says, something like concern lacing his voice. “But, are you… not satisfied? With the physical stuff?” The unspoken ‘with me’ hangs between them, and Annabeth pulls back, looking him in the eye.

“Percy.” 

“Mm?”

Reaching up, she kisses him. “Of course not. I could never not be satisfied.”

Something in him eases, almost imperceptible if she didn’t know him as well as she does. “So…”

Shrugging, she lays her head back down on his shoulder. “I dunno. It’s just--like, I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the only person I ever sleep with--”

“Pretty sure?”

She nudges him with her foot, and he laughs, hissing a little as it jostles his stomach. “You know what I mean. I just don’t want to miss out on anything, is all.”

“Like what?”

“Like--” she gestures to the rope, lying forgotten, tangled up in the sheets. “Stuff like that. Kinky stuff.”

“Okay,” he says, slowly. At least he doesn’t think she’s crazy. That’s always nice. “I guess I’m just wondering if you’re actually into bondage and stuff or if we’re just… you know, trying it out.”

Draping a leg over him, knees pressed together, she shrugs. “It sounded pretty fun,” she mumbles into his arm. “You know. Tying you up.”

She feels him swallow, jaw working as he chooses his next words carefully. “Tying me up,” he asks, “or tying you up?”

That… gives her pause. 

“Maybe…” He turns his face towards her, nose in her hair. “We could swap?”

She frowns. “Swap?”

“If you want, I mean,” he says, quickly. “If you’re not--I would never make you do something you didn’t want to, obviously, but, I mean… if you wanted to try?”

Annabeth, for lack of anything to say, rubs her toes against his calf, comforting and grounding.

Does she want to be tied up?

Her first instinct is to refuse, obviously. She’s a warrior. Immobilization is death. And what if a monster attacks? She has to be ready for anything. That was the promise of Athena’s progeny, that they were eternally poised and ready to respond to any problem or threat.

And yet… 

The summer she turned thirteen, she had decided that she was strong enough to hear the siren’s song in the sea of monsters. At her request, Percy had tied her to the mast so she wouldn’t be able to jump in and swim to her death. He had forgotten to take her knife, and when she had, inevitably, fallen prey to their song and cannonballed right into danger, he had jumped in after her, holding her back until she had been able to pull herself out of the magic spell. 

It had been humiliating, and humbling. She hadn’t even begun to realize that she liked Percy as more than a friend at that point. But, years later, the clearest memory she has of that day is not how her pride had reared its ugly head, but instead just how safe she had felt in Percy’s arms, at the bottom of the ocean.

Here, in New Rome, in their apartment, with Percy… Well, what’s the worst that could happen? “Sure,” she says, perhaps a little more confident than she actually feels. 

“Sure?”

“Sure. Why not?” Looking up at him, she searches his gaze for any hesitation or fear, and finds none, and that, more than anything else, settles her. “I’m game.”

He looks for the same in her, and he seems to like what he finds, because he cracks a grin, laying a soft kiss on her lips.

Gingerly, still mindful of his stomach, he reaches over to grab the discarded rope. Taking her hands in his free one, he loops it around her wrists, tucking the ends into itself, tight but not constricting. Comfortable. 

Her breath catches in her throat. 

“You good?”

Nodding, she flexes her wrists outward, just to feel the tension--and she sighs, a breathy moan slipping out of her without her permission.

They freeze.

Annabeth slams her eyes shut, praying he didn’t hear her.

“...Okay then,” says Percy. 

Gods, his shit-eating grin is practically audible. “Shut up.”

“Excuse me?” He leans in, kissing her ear. “Did you just try to tell me what to do?”

She shivers beneath his warm breath. “I…” She is suddenly full of apologies and excuses bubbling up out of nowhere.

Percy hums. “You what?” Slowly, agonizingly, he slides his hand down the length of her body, ending on her tight, just above her knee. He squeezes, featherlight, and she shivers.

“Um,” she says, watching his hand creep higher, his fingers dipping between her legs. “I…”

Then he stops. He stops, that big hand still wedged halfway to her vagina.

“Are--” she stutters, almost yelping as he kisses the sensitive spot beneath her jaw, teeth scraping over the skin. “Are you going to finish?”

“Dunno. Was thinking about it. But maybe I won’t. Maybe,” he chuckles, directly into her ear, his nose pressing against her cheek. His other arm comes around, slipping beneath her bicep, fingers finding her nipple like it’s a damn beacon, and he pinches it, smiling into her skin as she jumps, grunts, and flushes. She wants to touch him so badly, but the angle of her arms is so weird and she’s kind of on top of him, and she can’t reach his cock or his hair or--“Maybe I’ll just get you worked up, and then I’ll go to sleep.”

What--but--he can’t--“I--you--”

“Say you’re sorry,” he teases, pressing his cheek to her head, “and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Sorry for what?! She almost snaps. Percy’s hand between her legs plays just at the edge of her sensitive spots, teasing with soft touches, driving her crazy. “I’m--I’m sorry, Percy,” she pants, squirming. Maybe if she shimmies down, his hand will move up--

But he won’t be moved. “Sorry for what?”

“For--” he digs a nail into her thigh, a sharp, sweet bite of sensation, like a campfire ember accidentally landing on your skin, bright and pulsing. Fuck, what is she apologizing for? “For hurting you earlier.”

Shaking his head, he chuckles again, moving his hand further away. No! “Close,” he mumbles, “but no cigar--”

Oh! “For telling you what to do!” she blurts. “I’m sorry for telling you what to do!”

He bites her earlobe. His fingers slide up to her pussy, stroking her labia as they open up to him. “There we go.”

And as he jerks her off, bringing her to the finish with the kind of efficiency and skill that only comes after ten thousand hours, he kisses her, wet and hot, mouth insistent, taking her lip between his teeth, and he mumbles: “Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”

She breaks, crying into his mouth. 

After a while, he slides his fingers out, giving her one final pass on her clit, and she shudders, whining. “Sorry,” he mumbles, warm. “You good?”

Her tongue heavy in her mouth, all she can do is nod, panting. 

But when he slides his other arm out, making to untie her--”Don’t,” she mumbles, pulling back. 

He starts. “Don’t?”

“Don’t.” Turning into him, she snuggles against him as deeply as she could, her bound hands only making it a little bit awkward, though they do come to rest on his stomach, about the perfect distance for her to reach down and take care of him. “Your turn?”

But he just shakes his head, slinging a leg over hers. “Still a little sore,” he admits, not quite meeting her gaze.

She drops her head onto his chest, relishing in the warm, steady heartbeat beneath her ear. “Sorry.”

“You can make it up to me later,” he says, taking her hands in his, thumb tracing along the edge of the rope. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

[lordseochangbin]

daydream

Yang Jeongin x Reader

A/N: I don’t think I interpreted the dilemma behind this story properly but yeet! Jeongin best boy. I-I’m kinda crying over this Jeongin fluff is superior omg. 

2k word count. Fluff (and a tad! of angst)

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He was watching.

Every time you talked to him, held his hand, walked with him to class, Jeongin was watching. 

“Seungmin, did you finish your homework?” You asked, looking out into the field for somewhere to sit during lunch.

“I never get homework,” Seungmin simply replied.

“Lucky..”

Jeongin couldn’t help but to wonder how you faced high school alone, and he tried to approach you so many times but he found himself chickening out. 

“Grow a pair, bro” Hyunjin said, nudging Jeongin with his elbow. These boys were the most popular of the soccer team, and with the big match tonight they all sat at the lucky table with cheerleaders that Jeongin found no interest in. He only had eyes on you this entire time. 

“Yeah dude, just go talk to her” Chan agreed. Jeongin turned around in his seat to see you sitting down on the field, throwing some chips at the ground. 

“Is she just throwing chips everywhere?” Minho asked, watching Jeongin’s gaze as he watched you.

“I don’t know… I think it’s kinda cute..” Jeongin whispered to himself.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s cute that she litters” Minho snickered. Hyunjin simply pouted, gaining Jeongin’s attention. 

“I’d litter if it meant Jeongin calling me cute..”

“It’s only cute when she does it. She’s cute when she does anything.” Jeongin said, turning around to face the guys and stuffing his mouth with his salad.

“Whipped.” 

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“Seungmin! Stop pestering me” You giggled, throwing some of your chips at him.

“Noooo” He replied with a smile, “You’re littering ma’am!”

“Littering?” You whispered to yourself, picking up the chips and letting out an exhausted sigh. “Right…”

“Is this seat taken?” Jeongin asked with a smile. Oh god.. is he talking to me? You thought. Where did Seungmin go? 

“Actually yeah.. it is.” 

You watched as his lips formed a pout, his downcast eyes low before he could look around in question. “Really? Where?” 

You looked around for Seungmin before giving in. “Fine.. you can sit.”

“Great!” You looked away from him as he sat down, a grin plastered on your face due to his enthusiasm. He was like the sun, a smile so bright it felt contagious. 

“So… are you coming to the game tonight?” You faced him again, letting down a deep gulp as you watched his features. You were starting to understand why all the girls fawned over him. He was handsome up close, and every girl would go for the soccer king.

“Um.. no. I have plans.” Jeongin let out a scoff as he put his salad aside. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He bluntly asked. Fuck. You nearly choked on your chips, the cheesy crust of cheetos coating your lips and fingertips as he raises his eyebrows at your reaction. 

“You don’t!” He exclaimed in excitement as you slowly regained your breath. 

“I. DO.” You pant out, taking a sip of water. 

“Damn. Well, if he wouldn't mind.. I would like to get to know you..” You smiled at his small approach. Not knowing how Seungmin would react to your new friend, you decided to take the chance. Pulling out the chocolate milk bag you had for Seungmin, you poked a straw on the side and held it out to him. 

“Want a sip?” The next second, Jeongin snatches it out of your hands, downing the whole thing as he looks straight in front of him.

“Hey!” You spurted out, reaching for the milk before realizing it was finished. 

Jeongin lifted his chin a little, a smug look on his face as he smiled at you with his fox-like eyes.. “Hey to you too”

----

The kids are dashing out of the classroom door at the sound of the bell. Everyone’s eager to get home as quick as possible and prepare themselves for the game. You, on the other hand, were waiting to meet Seungmin out in the front so you can tell him about your new buddy. 

Jeongin walked you to your locker, your next class (that you had no idea you had with him), and to your last period. His kindness made butterflies form in your stomach that you didn’t even know could form. The attention you were suddenly receiving and cold looks from other girls as you walked down the hall with him were somewhat pleasing. It was nice to be known. 

You didn’t let it get too into your head though, walking to your usual meeting spot to find Seungmin waiting there. 

“Seungmin!” You run over to the steps.

“Hey, how was class?” Seungmin was something else. He was just your type. Hair always parted perfect, teeth perfectly aligned, if you didn’t know him you would’ve assumed he was a prince. He was perfect, his existence- almost unbelievable. 

“It was good.. actually I made a new friend-”

“Hey, y/n!”

You turned around at the sudden call, surprised to see Jeongin before you.“Hey, Jeongin.. what’s up?”

Jeongin joined you on the stairs, his eyes blinking like a child as he asked, “I just wanted to ask again- are you sure you can’t make it to the game?”

You looked at Seungmin, who simply stared back at you before looking back at Jeongin. “I told you.. I have plans?”

“With your boyfriend? Who is it? Does he go here?” Jeongin asked, voice sounding exhausted as he took the defeat of an unfavorable answer.

“Yeah Jeongin, he goes here. He’s right here. His name is Kim Seungmin.”

Jeongin looked at you puzzled. “There’s no one here named Kim Seungmin..”

Pfft. Jeongin acts as if he knows the whole school. “Yeah, he’s right her-”

You turned around to see Seungmin gone. As if he wasn’t there seconds ago. 

“Where?!” 

“Jeongin, I swear he was right here..”

“No, you know what y/n? I’ve spent all these years mustering up the courage to talk to you, and honestly ever since I noticed you talking to yourself I was a bit concerned.”

“Talking to myself? I swear, Kim Seungmin goes to our school! Stop acting like you know everyone!” You exclaimed, brushing your bangs out of your face. 

“How about you just snap out of it and try to make some real friends?!” Jeongin blurted out. 

Your lips laid apart. You simply couldn’t think of any remarks. An annoyed huff left you as you faced back at Jeongin, “You know.. I thought you were super sweet coming to me and all, but that’s probably just an act, right? I thought you were super duper cute and I wasn’t sure how to talk to you, but you’re something else..” you left it at that, running down the stairs and off campus before any tears could shed. 

“Wait, y/n!” Jeongin called out, foot out to run after you before Chan could grab him by his backpack. 

“Not too soon captain, we have a game to play”

“B-but I have to run after y/n!”

“She’s not going to the game tonight?” Minho asked, grabbing Jeongin’s backpack off him and tossing it to Hyunjin to carry without permission. 

“No..” Jeongin pouted, the boys immediately going to him. 

Chan let out an exhausted sigh before giving into Jeongin’s cute sad-boy act. “You think you can get her before the game?”

“Yes! Yes I can!!” Jeongin replied eagerly. Chan nodded at the boy before patting his shoulder, “Then go get her”

“Thank you!!” Jeongin smiled at the guys, waving at them before Hyunjin could call out. 

“Remember to be here before the game!”

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Jeongin gives your house a try, his bike leaning on the porch as your mom opened your front door. “Hey, I was just wondering if Y/N was inside?”

“No.. she said she was going out. Sorry about that.”

Jeongin is met with a closed door before he could look down at his map. It was a small map he had on his phone with places he’d seen you at before. 

He almost hated that he carried such a thing with him, making him feel almost obsessive but it was something that he slowly made by himself every time he spotted you somewhere.

“Maybe the gas station..” he says, pointing at the spot on his map before taking off. 

He remembers all the nights he found you here eating alone, stuffing microwaved noodles in a hurry and laughing at your vulgar behavior towards your food. He found it adorable. 

When he couldn’t find you there, he checked the library, the coffee shop, and the basketball courts before giving up. A notification on his phone startles him as he’s reminded of the time. 

Hyunjin: Jeongin, where are you?! We’re getting ready for practice.

He stuffs his phone in his pocket before getting back on his bike, wind blowing through the locks of his hair as he looks around your neighborhood in hopes to see you. 

The sights of the streets remind him of that one time in Minho’s car. 

“Hey, Jeongin.” Hyunjin says, poking Jeongin’s arm as he stares outside. 

“Jeongin? Jeongin, what are you looking at?” You look away as the car starts to move but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly where Jeongin saw you that time. 

A few pedals of his bike and he’s reminded of you near the park, smiling and laughing at what seemed to be nothing. 

“The park!” He gasps to himself, pedaling down the street to the park near your neighborhood as the sunset fades above him. 

Small steps are placed unnoticed as Jeongin tries to approach your crying figure. One crunch of a leaf and you quickly turn, Jeongin wide-eye staring at you. “Jeongin?” you ask, using your hand to wipe away some tears. 

“Noooo” Jeongin walks to you, replacing his hands with yours as he dries your face. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have said all that stuff to you”

“No, Jeongin. It’s okay… honestly after what you told me that I really started thinking. I can’t keep daydreaming about a perfect guy-friend...”

“Y/n.. it’s okay to daydream! I remember I used to always kick the soccer ball thinking I was in FIFA or something, but don’t let it get in the way of what could be, you know what I mean?”

“Y-yeah..” you stutter, looking down at the ground before your eyes could meet Jeongin’s watch. “Jeongin, isn’t the soccer match soon?!”

Jeongin smiled to himself, looking at the soccer bag tied around the handlebars of his bike. “You came for me…” you whispered to yourself, taking Jeongin’s hand in yours.

“W-what’s this?” Jeongin asked, shocked at your sudden gesture.

You sat up in your seat, adjusting the tie from your school uniform before clearing your throat. “Yang Jeongin, would YOU like to go to the soccer match? I think the SKZ team is guaranteed to win.”

Jeongin let out a cheeky grin before standing up, “I’ll give you a ride.”

You jump onto the passenger seat on Jeongin’s bike, riding with him to the soccer match and you two laugh as you both fail to pedal in a coordinated form. 

----

The crowd is screaming and applauding in joy as Jeongin makes the winning goal, his whole team giving him a group hug before Chan could carry him over his shoulders as Minho hands him the trophy. 

Saying their final cheer, the crowd roars as their team shakes hands with the opposing and you stand up to applaud as well. 

“Y/n!! I did it!” Jeongin says, running to you and pulling you into a hug. You’re so happy at this point that you don’t even know how to react. The second he pulls you into a hug, you pressing a kiss on his cheek. 

“Oh-” Jeongin gasps as he pulls you away, his hands still on your shoulders. 

“Oh.” You respond back, wondering where the hell that kiss came from. Jeongin smiles at you with his cheeky dimples before pressing a kiss on your lips. 

“Oh.” He mocks before you two could spurt out in laughter. 

“JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY!” Chan sarcastically exclaims behind you two. Hyunjin and Minho, along with Jisung join Jeongin as you form a small circle together. 

“Our little Innie is growing up” Hyunjin says, his eyes watering as he ruffles Jeongin’s hair. 

“Stop it! I’m not babie!” Jeongin replies before all of you guys start laughing. 

“How about some celebratory dinner?” Jisung asks before you could all agree, your fingers intertwining with Jeongin’s as you guys walk side by side off the field. 

You're chuckling at reenactments that Hyunjin and Jisung make from highlights of the game. Guys from the soccer team, especially Jeongin, were friends you never thought you’d have, but somehow got. 

And don’t worry Y/n, as hard as it is to believe, these guys are real. No need to daydream about it.

[onceshy-twicebitten]

Male reader x Jasper Hale.

Plot Line: The reader’s lived in Forks his whole life. The Cullens show up and he’s afraid to admit his crush on none other than Jasper Hale. His friends however, have a plan to let Jasper know how much their friend swoons over him. Who knows? Maybe Jasper might feel undeniably flattered.

In this fanfiction Alice and Jasper are just best friends. Jasper is bisexual. Fake names have been made for the reader’s friends.

Friend names include: Jane and Westley (Wes)

TW: cursing, a lot of teenage embarrassment, and fluff.

Words: 1,626

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And then, in the midst of it all, I saw your eyes. To fall is to accept, and to be damned is to reject. Yet in the end, no matter what I may feel or see, damned is all I am to be.

There was a long pause of silence. Your friend, Jane, looked at you and gave a soft smile. “Y/N... you’re really good at poetry but that’s just depressing.”

A loud snort came from your left. You turned your head to see Wes waving his hand. “Sorry bro, but that was absolute shit. Sad poetry about how much you like the guy? Scared of rejection? What are you a 13 year old girl?”

“Hey! I take offense to that,” Jane snapped back. She pulled her pony tail out, starting to redo it. “Listen, I think it’s sweet that you like him so much. However, I have to agree with Westley. Being upset about it isn’t going to help you and you know it.” They were right. You didn’t want them to be, but they were. Letting out a sigh, you let your head drop to the lunchroom table.

“Just end me now,” you complained, your voice muffled by the table.

“Y/N... come on. Pick your head up. How about after school we can all get online and play video games? I bombed the last round of Call of Duty,” Jane said. Wes laughed again. “Bombed it?! You did worse in that last round than I do in English!”

Then they started to bicker. You let out a huff of air, sitting up. You looked down at your depressive poetry book. It was filled with poems about how much you liked Jasper Hale. One of the many members of the ‘Cullen Clan’ as the town called them. They just moved here and you couldn’t get Jasper out of your mind. On the first day of school you tripped in the halls, dropping your books everywhere. You didn’t think that the most handsome, polite, and chivalrous man would come to your aide... but he did.

Your eyes met and suddenly you were in love. Well, you didn’t say you were in love until three months later, in the middle of November. Thanksgiving break was coming up, and you were excited to not have to stop yourself from staring at his gorgeous face.

For a split second, you felt eyes on you. You turned around and scanned the lunch room... but no one was looking at you. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at Jasper and the rest of his siblings. Damn. His hair had gotten longer.

That’s when the bell rang. You quickly stood up, almost stumbling when you did. In a rush, you grabbed your books and waved goodbye to your friends. You’d talk to them after school.

***

The second you got home, you made your way to your room. Dropping off your bookbag to procrastinate your math homework, you turned on your console. Jane and Wes were already online as if they ran home at the speed of light. Well, Wes probably did. God he was such an idiot.

You turned on your headset and joined their party invite. “Hey guys-“

“Y/N! WE HAVE AN IDEA.” Oh god. They said that in unison.

“What’s your idea...” you asked, rather wearily. You felt your heartrate slightly pick up at the thought of whatever they were thinking. You knew it wasn’t going to be good. Whenever those two conspired, chaos seemed to follow.

“Okay, so Wes and I were talking-“

“And Jane and I thought-“

“We could just ask Jasper out for you.”

“WHAT.”

‘Okay. No. No. Absolutely not. Hell no. Not in a million fucking years. No. Not at all. God no. Please no.’ It took Wes clearing his throat for you to realize you said all that out loud .

“Guys... please don’t. I’m already embarrassed enough about it, you know? I don’t need you two screwing this up for me and making me out to be a fool in front of the guy I like!” You had a point. They could completely ruin your reputation and embarrass the hell out of you in front of the whole school. Oh god. “How would you do it?”

Jane laughed over the com. “We were thinking we could just put a letter in his locker. No, you won’t get to read it. No, it won’t be embarrassing. Something short and sweet. Right, Wes?” Wes groaned. “Noooo. We gotta make it romantic. Endearing. Full on flattery that Jasper couldn’t do anything accept ask Y/n out! ‘Oh my dear Jasper, how I’ve thought of you many a moon. Like a Romeo without a Juliet, I long for you. Your smile and glowing eyes, how I dream of them. Oh won’t you be mine?!’”

“WES.”

Your cheeks burned red. You couldn’t help it! He was embarrassing the shit out of you! “So help me God if you actually write any of that down-“ you gritted your teeth, your face a deep red. You took the headset off, pressing the power button. Nope. Can’t do it. Taking in a deep breath, you turned your headset back on, putting it back over your head. Wes was apologizing, swearing that he and Jane wouldn’t actually pull anything like that.

***

You dreaded this. More than dreaded this. You despised it. Loathed it. You wanted nothing to do with it. The closer you got to school, the more mortified you started to feel. Nothing had even happened yet. Just the thought of Jane getting to school early and putting a letter in his locker... oh god...

When you got to school, you could see The Cullens pulling up. You glanced at their cars as Jasper stepped out. He instantly looked at you. SHIT.

You turned your head as fast as you could, rushing into the building. ‘Nope. No. Not happening. Hell to the no. Jesus christ Jane- why did you have to do this to me you bitch. What if I become too embarrassed that I go speechless? What if I get rejected? Then what? I go home and cry about it like the scared little boy Wes thinks I am about this? Man. So what if I cry? Okay. Guys cry all the time. Maybe not over rejected crushes but- but whatever! Ugh!’

Your thoughts ran absolutely rampant. You couldn’t stop them. You rushed to your locker and started to unpack your bag. Grab your books. All of them? Yup. No stopping at your locker today no matter how heavy the load is. Pencil pouch? Yup. Got it. Water bottle-

“Y/N?”

Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh no. God please no. You turned to see Jasper and your hands became sweaty. Suddenly all of your books slipped out of your hands and landed on your feet.

“Fuck!” You shouted, stumbling slightly back. You felt a strong hand steady you, and Jasper was looking at you with a worried gaze.

“Are you okay?” He asked, reaching down to pick your books up. Okay maybe he didn’t read the note and if he did dropping the books distracted him enough-

“I... read the note in my locker,” he said. FUCK. “And... I’m flattered.” What.

Jasper had this small smile on his face, holding out your history textbook to you. “I assumed you had at least a slight crush on me by now. I’ve... caught you staring. Though, I guess I was staring as well in those cases.”

Okay. What. This is not- this is extremely different from what you thought was going to happen. Was he... confessing?

“I truly am flattered that you’d write something so nice-“

“It wasn’t me!” You cut him off, your cheeks slowly turning a deep shade of red. “I- I um- my friend Jane she wrote it. Her and my other friend Westley knew that I liked you and they wrote the note together... somewhat. So I’d stop... avoiding you. And my feelings. I guess.”

Jasper smiled. Oh. He was uh. He was smiling. Okay. Okay that’s a good thing- right?

You couldn’t help but smile back. You took the history book from him and let out a nervous laugh. “I’m... so sorry if they wrote something absured.”

“No. It wasn’t anything bad. You don’t have to worry about what was written. However... I must admit, I thought you were... well, attractive. When we met on the first day. I wanted to let you know that I’d love to take you out on a date.”

He still had that soft smile. Those gorgeous eyes... he was so handsome. His voice was so soft, and in a few words you could just hear the southern accent. Your stomach turned and your heart skipped a few beats.

“I um... I- I would love that. I’m- I’m actually free tonight-“

“Perfect. How about I pick you up at six?”

Oh. OH. You looked away from his eyes, smiling like an idiot. “Six... six works. Yeah.” You glanced back up, seeing he was holding another book of yours. Your poetry book. Your eyes went wide as he handed it to you.

“Alright. I’ll see you at six then, okay darlin’? And... you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. My siblings aren’t as mean as they look. I promise.” The bell rang. He waved goodbye to you, turned around, and started to walk away.

Holy shit. Jasper Hale just asked you out. You have a date with him tonight! You screamed in your head, quickly scrambling for the things you needed. Slamming your locker shut, you spun on your heel and headed to your first class. So maybe you could accept this. Your feelings for Jasper. And... maybe you could fall in love. Just this once.

———

Hi! So I hope you liked this. I’m sort of planning on writing Jaspers version of this, and maybe how the date goes! If this gets popular enough I 100% will!

[mortyvongola2-0]

Screw the Flu

Pairing: Officer!Kylo Ren x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Strong language, descriptions of sex, driving under the influence of medications, alcohol, abuse of power, sex, kylo ren is a cop, sex as payment(sorta)

Read it on AO3

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself as you slowed your car to a stop. You looked to your passenger and smacked her chest with the back of your hand. “See what you did?”

 Despite your smack, your friend remained unconscious and you sighed. You reached down for your wallet and opened your glove box once you’d grabbed it. From the glove box you grabbed the car registration and then you heard that tell tale tap at your window. With a bit of nausea, you turned and rolled down your window. The officer, a very tall and attractive man, cleared his throat and put his hand out. “License and registration please.”

 “Oh, of course officer, um,” you squinted at his uniform, trying to read his name despite how distorted your vision was. “Officer Ren?”

 He put his hand out expectantly and you handed him the papers quickly, praying that he didn’t notice the slight glaze of your eyes and the stuffiness of your nose. “I’ll be back,” he muttered.

 “I’ll be waiting,” you tried in a flirtatious tone. He eyed you suspiciously before continuing his way back to the police car behind you. A deeply frustrated sigh left you and you sunk down in your seat. What a time to have the flu.

 Hoping to get off with a warning, you pulled down the mirror from the visor of your car and checked your appearance. You looked relatively presentable, hopped up on NyQuil and on the lower end of your fever. A small adjustment to your white tank-top made your breasts look more appealing and running your fingers through your hair helped calm the ‘I’ve been in bed all day’ look.

 “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

 “Wah!” You almost jumped out of your skin! After pressing a hand to your chest you turned to look at the man, a small smirk now resting on his plump lips, as he watched you closely. “Jeez, has anyone ever told you how quiet you are?”

 “Once or twice,” he said smugly as he handed you back your license and car registration. “Again, do you know why I pulled you over?”

 “Oh, no sir. I have no idea.” Again, you tried a flirtatious tone and again it fell flat as he didn’t bat an eyelash to your flirtations.

 “You were driving all over the road,” he stated. “What’s going on with your friend here?”

 “Oh her? She’s just reeeeaaaallllllllly drunk,” you said with an honest snort before realizing your mistake. “I mean, she is but I’m not. Sir, I would never drink and-“

 “Step out of the vehicle, please.”

 You mentally smacked yourself in the forehead. What a great idea, tell the officer your passenger is smashed while he suspects you of drinking and driving. He opened the door for you, Oh, what a gentleman, you thought sourly and stepped out of your car. He left the door open and you stepped out into the chilly air and shivered. Unfortunately, you missed the movement of his deep caramel eyes as they watched you cross your arms under your breasts and push them upward as you tried to keep yourself warm.

 “You were driving barefoot?”

 A blush spread across your cheeks as you glanced down your gray sweats and to your bare feet. “Um, yes?” When you left your apartment, you hadn’t even been thinking about shoes and you apparently hadn’t realized you forgot them.

 “Is that a question?”

 “Noooo,” you started, trailing your gaze down to his black work shoes. “I mean, yes I was driving barefoot but it wasn’t a question.”

 “Its never a good idea to drive barefoot, you know.”

 “Neither is driving after drinking tons of NyQuil, but that didn’t stop me either.”

 “Oh?” Shit! “Is that so?” Why’d you have to open your dumb mouth!?

 “Ah, Officer wait!” You rushed forward and squeaked when he grabbed your wrists in one hand in response to your proximity.

 “Do you want to be charged with assault too?”

 “No, definitely not!”

 He grabbed the handcuffs from his belt and brought your hands behind your back as he cuffed them together. Tears began to fill your eyes as the reality of the situation began to set in. You had student loans to pay off, you couldn’t afford a DUI ticket now, let alone arrest for assaulting an Officer! Shit, shit, shit! And your friend was still sleeping through all of this? Maybe that was a good thing, she had never been the calmest when inebriated. “Officer, please,” you begged. “I can’t afford this ticket, please.”

 “You should’ve thought about that before you started driving.”

 “Officer Ren, please! My friend obviously couldn’t drive home, and all our other friends were smashed at the same bachelorette party! When she called me, I had just finished taking the medicine so I could sleep. I didn’t even know it was against the law! Please,” you pleaded as he brought you around to the hood of your car. The freckled man gently pressed you down against the hood with your back facing him. Your tears started to fall, “Is there nothing I can do?”

 “Sorry,” he muttered. “Ignorance of the law is no excuse.”

 You let out a frustrated groan and pressed your forehead down against the cold metal in frustration. Maybe it was the NyQuil or maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten any in awhile but you were enjoying his pat down more than you should have been. Now he pulled you up off the car, he was gentler then you’d seen most cops be. Maybe it was because you weren’t struggling? Either way, it surprised you when you tripped, and he caught you by the front of your shirt and your cuffed hands right before you fell to the ground. “What the hell? Careful,” he exclaimed.

 Now you were more than embarrassed. If he straightened you up, if you faced him, he would have a full-frontal view of your boobs. His hand was still gripping the thin material of your tank top and it seemed like slow motion as he started to stand you up properly. “W-Wait, don’t!”

 You were mortified, a blush began spreading across your exposed chest and up to your cheeks, and you squeaked out your disapproval. Officer Kylo Ren’s eyes widened as they were glued to your exposed flesh and he seemed to choke on his next set of words. As soon as he came to his senses, he turned to look away, his own blush lightly dusting his ears, and he let go of your shirt. “Uh, sorry,” he mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Go ahead and fix yourself.”

 “I can’t,” you muttered, still embarrassed but curious about the shifting of his legs.

 “What, why?” He turned his head back to face you, his gaze wandered down before quickly jumping back up to meet your eyes with his narrowed ones.

 “Because my hands are cuffed behind my back,” you replied, a dumb idea forming in your mind.

 “Right,” Ren muttered and took a deep breath to straighten himself out. That really dumb idea was now at the forefront of your mind. “I’ll uncuff you for a moment so that you can straighten yourself out.”

 “Mr. Officer, sir,” you began, your brain to mouth filter no longer working due to the copies amounts of nighttime medicine churning through your blood stream. He paused in his efforts to uncuff you, partially due to you turning to face him and still flashing him your breasts but also so he could react to anything you were planning on doing. “You are a very hard working man,” you paused a moment and checked to make sure there was no silver or gold band around his left ring finger, “and in exchange for a warning, I’m more than willing to show you my appreciation.”

 “Are you propositioning me? Propositioning a police officer?”

 “Uh,” you blinked. “This isn’t going to end up on Live PD, is it?”

 “No, I do not have body cam, nor a dash cam, and they don’t follow this county.”

 “Then yup, I mean yes, yes I am propositioning you.” It was a bit chilly, your feet were now filthy and your nipples, after their long exposure to the night air, were hard and begging for warmth. “If I can get you off, will you let me off? Please?” You bat your eyelashes and gave him the most sultry look you could muster. One of his hands were still holding your cuffed ones and the both of you were still by the trunk of your car. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression, you were mental degrading your big fat mouth! Now he was going to arrest you, propositioning an office was one of the most illegal of illegal things! You were going to go to prison, you were going to jail horny and with the flu and your friend was still passed out in the passenger seat!

 “Okay,” he said.

 “I’m sooo sorry, please don’t- wait, did you just say okay?”

 He was smirking at you, his pupils a bit more dilated. Now he was no longer avoiding your exposed breasts, he was basically eye fucking you. The blush spread through your chest and up to your cheeks, a shiver crawled its way up your spine. “I have two conditions,” he responded, and you paused. “First, you keep the cuffs on, second, we make it a competition.”

 Kinky, you were okay with kinky.

 “If I get you off first, I win. If you get me off first, you win and I’ll let you go with a warning.”

 “What happens if you win?”

 He chuckled in response and began to push you back towards the trunk of your car. “You’ll see.”

 Officer Ren smashed his lips to your own, effectively silencing your response. Your back was now pressed against the end of your trunk and your mind was going pleasantly blank. He was a great kisser. His lips were soft and plush, and the perfect size against your own. The heat from the kiss was searing and it effectively warmed up your chilled body. He pressed his body closer to yours and you moaned against his mouth. The rough fabric of his uniform shirt rubbed against your nipples and you gasped, he used that instance to shove his tongue in your mouth and start exploring. Goosebumps rose up along your flesh as he dragged his tongue across the roof of your mouth and you moaned when it brushed against your own wet muscle.

 One of his hands wrapped around your waist and the other was running through your hair. Eventually you had to pull away from the incredible kiss to breathe, you still had the flu no matter how good the NyQuil made you feel and breathing out of your nose was more difficult then you’d like to admit. Ren started kissing down your neck and you were more then willing to allow him ample access. Another moan escaped you, and you were beginning to strain your arms against your binds. You wanted, more than anything to touch him, and having your hands bound left you far more disadvantaged then you would’ve liked. “Officer Ren-“

 “It’s Kylo.” His voice was huskier then you remembered it being.

 “Kylo-“ you cut yourself off when you moaned. His talented mouth had wrapped around your left nipple, while his left hand played with the opposite breast. Your toes were curling against the road and your back was beginning to arch toward him. “Kylo, ah, my hands, mmm that feels great,” his right hand had slipped past the waist band of your sweatpants and had begun to rub against your pelvis. “My hands leave me a bit disadvantaged.”

 “Hm, that’s too bad,” he chuckled against your right breast before lapping at your neglected nipple.

 You let out a whine, both at the unfairness of the situation and at the tingle his actions sent straight to your core. His wayward hand began to stroke your entrance through your underwear. Again, a chuckle reverberated from his chest, he didn’t have to say anything for you to understand what had caused his response. You were the wettest you had ever been. Your underwear was ruined, you well knew, but did you care? No, not at all.

 “Please,” you pleaded, trying your best to get out what you wanted to say before your brain completely turned to mush. “A chance, I just need a chance, please.”

 He stood back to his full height, his deft fingers pressing against your clit through the now aggravating fabric. “Fine, I’ll give you a chance,” he responded, a smug expression plastered to his face. “One chance, but your hands stay bound.”

 Unfortunately, or very fortunately he removed his hand from your underwear and sweatpants. He backed up a bit, giving himself enough space to unbuckle his multiple belts and pull down his zipper. You licked your lips in anticipation and had to keep from drooling once he finally removed himself from the confines of his boxers. Officer Kylo Ren was well endowed. He was longer then expected, but the thickness of him was the real kicker. Just from a look you could tell he would rub you in all the right places. Again, you really wished your hands weren’t bound so you could feel his fullness in your palm. Before he could make a comment, or be haughty in any way, you got down on your knees and started kissing along his clothed thighs. You were thankful for your choice in sweatpants, the road didn’t cut into your knees like you were afraid it would, and you were thankful for Kylo’s readiness to be in your mouth. At first he pressed his tip against your lips and you very willingly opened your mouth for him.

 His groan was music to your ears.

 It was hard to breathe, what with your stuffed nose and Kylo’s large cock in your mouth, but the burning in your chest from lack of oxygen was more then worthwhile. His taste was addictive and you moaned against him. The officer grabbed the back of your head and helped keep your mouth against him. “Oh yeah,” he sighed out. “Mmm, just like that. Fuck, you’re good at this.”

 You dragged your tongue from his base to his tip and made sure to lap up all his precum. If you had your hands, you would have been sure to pay attention to his balls as well, but sadly you couldn’t. A gag escaped you as you did your best to put as much of him down your throat as you could. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and he bucked his hips further into the small space your throat had left to offer. “Fuck!”

 He tugged at your hair, pulling you off of him. Your throat made a loud squelching noise as he removed himself from your mouth. Kylo let out a breathy chuckle, “I almost lost,” he said and began to pull you back up to stand. “Almost.”

 “You should just let me win,” you responded hoarsely. “If I do, it’ll end well for both of us.”

 “A tempting off, but I’m not ready to be finished yet.” Officer Ren placed his hands on your hips and turned you over, one of his hands pressed against your back, which forced your front to press against the cool metal of the trunk of your car. His other hand began pushing your sweatpants and underwear down to your ankles. You whined, wishing more than anything that he would give you back the use of your hands. His fingers traced along your entrance and you bit your bottom lip at the feel. Kylo easily slid one of his fingers inside of you, then another, and he began to curl them against your walls. You sighed and pushed your hips back to better feel his fingers. “You’re so wet, and you feel so good wrapped around my fingers.”

 “Mmm,” you moaned and spread your legs out as far as they could go with your pants around your ankles. “I’d feel even better wrapped around your fat cock.”

 “Well, lets test that theory,” he muttered as he removed his fingers. You could feel the blunt tip of his penis rub against your labia and you sighed. Kylo rubbed himself up to your clit then teased your entrance. Once you were both sure he was thoroughly coated in your slick, he slid inside without any resistance. He groaned loudly and you couldn’t make a sound. You took a deep breath in, he was just so big! It felt better then you were expecting, and as he bottomed out inside you, all your breath left in a woosh. Thankfully, he stopped and gave you time to adjust to his size. “You good?”

 “Y-Yeah, ah,” you moaned and squeezed your eyes shut. In an effort to test how ready you were for him to move, you swiveled your hips and groaned. Never before had a man felt so good inside you. Officer Ren groaned his approval at your movements and started with shallow thrusts, and once he heard your sounds of approval he began to go at a punishing pace. The car creaked as the two of you moved together, you could see him in the reflection of your rear windshield, and you licked your lips. He looked good with his cap tilted backward and concentration plastered on his face. Despite the cold you could see small beads of sweat making his hair stick to his forehead and his eyes were trained to the spot where your bodies joined. “Oohhh, you feel so good!”

 “You’re so tight,” he grunted and lifted a hand to smack your right butt cheek. “Mmm, I like that sound.”

 Your cheek felt warm and tingly, and as he brought his hand back down to smack you again, you shivered. Spanking had never appealed to you before, but it was certainly your new favorite kink. That and handcuffs. Kylo had reached up with his other hand and grabbed your cuffed hands, he pulled you back toward him, your back and hands now pressing into his clothed chest. The pressure was uncomfortable on your shoulders, but you easily overlooked it when he started nipping and sucking at your neck. The hand that had been at your ass snuck to your front and began to press at your swollen clit. He licked a trail from your collarbone up to your ear, “You were right, you do feel better wrapped around my fat cock,” he huffed and licked the shell of your ear. Two of his fingers were now rubbing against your bundle of nerves and you began to shake. You were close, so so sooo close. He kissed back down your neck and sucked at the junction between your shoulder and neck. “Cum for me.”

 Kylo gave one final thrust, his tip hit against your cervix and you almost shrieked. The feeling of your cervix being abused triggered your orgasm, and your body trembled against his as it rippled through you. He let out a loud groan against your throat as his orgasm started and your walls tried to milk him for all he had. Once you came down from your high, you opened your mouth so that you could breathe properly and whimpered softly when he pulled out of you. The officer’s breathing was also heavy, but just as the feeling of him clutching at your cuffed hands began to make you uncomfortable again you felt him uncuff you.

 “Uhg, now I’m even more exhausted,” you sighed as you leaned back down against your car. “But I’m the good kind of exhausted.”

“Let me help you clean up and get you back in your car.”

 “Mmhmm,” you nodded drearily, and a small smile crept onto your face as you felt him use a handkerchief gently to wipe his cum away from your abused cunt. Kylo helped you pull your underwear and sweatpants back up and over your hips. You put in some effort and used your newly freed hands to pull up your tank top once again. Your legs felt a little shaky, and the chill began to creep back into your limbs. Using the car to keep upright, you began to walk back toward the driver’s seat.

 “Here,” Officer Kylo came up behind you and wrapped a soft blue blanket over your shoulders. He held your car door for you and you eased yourself back into your seat. “You alright?”

 “Yeah, just a little sore,” you responded, a sly smirk crawling onto your lips. “That was fun. You’re good.”

 “You’re not so bad yourself,” he chuckled in response. Gently, Kylo closed your door, he leaned against the door and stuck his head through the rolled down window. “But I still won.”

 “What? But- does that mean I have to-“

 He very slyly slid his hand toward you, a white slip of paper dropped in your lap. Officer Kylo pat your car door and stood back up to his full height. He said you nap and tilted his hat to you, “See you around, sickie.”

 And with that he was walking back to his patrol car. You groaned loudly and smacked your head against your steering wheel. After turning your car back on you rolled up your window and sighed. You reached forward and grabbed the ticket to look at the damage, but all that was written on the slip was a phone number and his days off. “Huh,” you muttered to yourself, a small smile creeping onto your cheeks.

 “Nice job.”

 “Ah!” You turned to your passenger seat, startled, and saw your friend slouching in her seat with a sloppy smile on her face. “I thought you were passed out.”

 “I was, but then the car started rocking and it woke me up,” she smirked at you and crossed her arms over her chest. “Nice hickey by the way, if it was as nearly as good as it sounded then I’m so proud of you. He was really hot too.”

 “Let’s get going before he gives me an actual ticket,” you sighed, a playful smile crawling onto your lips. As you started driving away, you thought about the number on that ticket, and gave an open mouthed smile.

[uncpanda]

Back From the Dead

Prompt:  The snap brings more people back then intended. 

You slip out of your daughter’s room, now that she’s fast asleep, and you do a little dance. Lorelei hadn’t been sleeping well since Tony had come back from his battle with Thanos, nearly dead. She’d been nearly silent since the doctors had been forced to remove his arm. “Hey Tony, she’s down. She’s asleep. Deep asleep. And all it took was four lullabies and three chapters of the Boxcar Children.” 

You pause at the sight awaiting you in your living room and then you stare. You stare at the sight in front of you. Tony, your husband is standing stock still in front of his long dead father. His similarly dead mother is sitting on the couch. “Are these holograms or are we in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.” 

He lets out a haggard breath, “No. They’re very much alive. It turns out those fucking stones were more powerful than imagined.” 

“Tony.” His mother chastises.

Tony shakes his head and walks out of the room. You hear the screen door slam shut and you face your in-laws. “Hi.” You let out a nervous laugh, before moving forward and extending your hand, “I’m Y/N. Tony’s wife.” You shake his father’s hand and then his mother’s, “It’s nice to meet you. Both of you.” You realize you’re babbling, and back up, “Um. Our daughter, Lorelei, is asleep upstairs. I’m hoping she stays asleep. She hasn’t been sleeping well since Tony came back. It scared her. She’s been sleeping in our bed a lot.” 

You realize you’re babbling and that Tony’s parents are staring at you, judging you, and you need to escape. “Can you keep an ear out for her while I go get Tony.” 

His mother nods, “Of course.” 

You dash down the hallway and out the door. You just barely catch the screen door before it slams shut. You find Tony on the dock. Your eyes adjust to the dark and you walk up and stand next to your husband. After several moments of silence you say, “So, they’re really back?” 

“Would appear so. I just spent the past five minutes having it all explained to me by not only Banner but my father. In a very condescending tone I might add. Apparently me being Iron Man was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. The CIA apparently caught them all up on what they missed.” 

Your mouth opens and closes, “I have no idea what to say.” 

He rubs his eyes, “Me either.” 

You take a deep breath, “You know, part of your charm was that there were no in-laws to deal with.” 

There’s a moment of silence before Tony bursts out laughing, “Is that why you married me?” 

You smile, and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “No. I married you because I love you. And we’ll get through this. Worst case scenario, we move to a secluded cabin somewhere else in the world.” 

He wraps his arm around you and then he kisses you. You start steering him back towards the house. You’re on the stairs when he says,”I really need a beer.” 

“Me too.” 

You’re at the screen door when you hear Lorelei scream, “DADDY!” 

Tony’s gone a second later, with you behind him. You take the stairs two at a time, as Tony bursts into her room. Tony is already beside her, smoothing her hair back from her forehead, before pulling her into a hug. “It’s okay baby girl. I have you. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here. I’m okay. Everything’s okay.” 

His gaze goes behind you and you turn to see his parents. Lorelei latches onto Tony, sniffles and says, “I want to sleep with you and mommy.” 

“Mommy and daddy aren’t going to bed just yet, but how about we go put you in mommy and daddy’s bed.” 

“Noooo.” 

There’s a lot more tears before Tony gives in and says, “Okay. How about some hot chocolate?”

She nods and he stands with her. He slips by his parents and the three of you follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen. When he gets to the pantry, he stops, and stares before saying, “Hun, a little help.” 

You take out the premade hot chocolate packets, and start heating the milk on the burner. Tony takes a seat at one of the bar stools and rocks Lorelei until the tears stop. No one says anything. You look over at Maria and Howard to see them staring at Lorelei in what you can only describe as awe.

When the sniffles stop too, Lorelei looks through her hair and quietly asks, “Who they?” 

Tony stutters, and Howard steps in, “We’re your dad’s mom and dad. We’re you’re grandparents.” 

Tony’s eyes go wide, “Oh look, the hot chocolate is almost ready. Why don’t you go drink it in bed with mommy while daddy talks with Grandma and Grandpa.”

She slides off of Tony’s lap and waits for you. You grab two mugs of hot chocolate, and Lorelei grabs the loose part of your jeans. You take her upstairs, to your bed, and the two of you drink hot chocolate, and you read to her again. This time, you start Harry Potter. She hangs onto every word, until sleep finally takes her. You’re stroking her hair, snuggled into the bed, when Tony slips in. 

“My parents are in the guest room. My dad wants to discuss the company tomorrow, my mother wants to see baby pictures or Lorelei.” 

“Sounds about right.” 

He changes and climbs into bed. He kisses Lorelei on the forehead and then kisses you. “Those are problems for tomorrow.” 

“Agreed.” 

You turn out the lights and you’re on the verge of sleep when Tony says, “I can’t believe they’re back. I don’t know what to do.” 

“I doubt anyone would.” 

“I feel like I should be happy, that I should be jumping up and down and crying tears of joy. Instead, I have a pit in my stomach.” 

You take a deep breath, “Those are problems for tomorrow Tony. When we might have the energy to deal with them.” 

He chuckles, “I love you Y/N.” 

“I love you too Tony.”

[esperelizium]

The Evil Eye

Why am I so happy? (Continuing to pool and crawl up the soles of her shoes, blood flows out from bodies still suspended in air. The girl, Vega, shows a facial expression of terror and delight as she grips her side, trying to hold herself back despite the grin stretching out from her face) Why can I be happy when.. when.. Do I just not, believe that, my friends are.. dying? (With a crack, one of the bodies bends in half, their spine crushed down as though they were emptied of worthy liquids, and falls to the floor) Someone.. Please.. “Dear goooooooooOOOODDDD!!”  (Attempting to show self-control, Vega stomps her foot and screams, only making herself dizzy and of shorter breath. She inches away slowly from the scene) “Oh Vega~ Please, you have to scream louder, you know how their thoughts can get!” “Vega! Get out, go!” “Please Vega, please! I know it feels impossible, but you have to move!” How? How do I move.. How do I leave them here? Wh- “Henri will fix this, but you have to go NOW sweety!” “There’s no way we can fight this anymore, she has to get out NOW.” (Guided along by the thoughts of her friends, Vega inches closer to the exit, though her movements are outpaced by the insane laughter coming from the darkness. As Vega tries to speak verbally, the only sounds she can muster are haggard gasps and breathless laughter) I have.. to find Henri.. I have to.. find Henri.. Henri.. Henri.. I have to find HENRI. “REEEEE!”  ((Finding the strength to exert self-control, her arm pulls forward and snaps back towards the door. With a crash, the entire world falls down and Bita finds her arm with a fresh gash after slamming it into the corner of her bedside drawer)) ((ENTER Bita, student of the local state university, native from Xenizora, KO. She is YOUNGER THAN her peers, has long hair cut with straight edges around her shoulders, and currently wearing a gas mask)) Oh my god. “Fuck!” God, that really hurt! But, oh that dream, that was so horrible, that was so.. ((Suddenly overwhelmed, Bita begins openly sobbing. The fear of her situation, the relief of being not in that situation, and the hopelessness she experienced crash down on her. She eventually notices her heavy breathing and, taking pity on herself, calms down and wipes her eyes)) “Wow.. That was really horrible..” But, I’m okay. God, I’m really in Babel, city of psychics. I wonder if that means I’m a Seer now? Heh, naw, although.. I mean, that was my first violent nightmare, would that make that one a real visio- wait, who the fuck is Bita? “Hahahaha!” ((Bursting into laughter, Bita reveals that her actual name is VEGA. VEGA is 18 years old, a six month resident of Babel, and self-identifies as Vega Suquaria the Medical Savant)) I should probably avoid forgetting my own name. And letting my dreams provoke such stress signals in the future. ((As Vega adjusts to being awaken, she rises and begins preparing for her school day. As a university student, she resides on campus and currently lives in a dorm. She has one roommate, spends a set amount of minutes preparing herself and cleaning, and leaves a bag of general needs on the ground by her bed.)) Today is.. Todaaaaaay is.. “You sound like you need help.” Huh? Did someone- “Yeeeeeeesss. Hehe.”  (A hand shoots up and Vega, who is standing in front of her backpack, turns around to see her only roommate waving her hand from her bed. ENTER Selphy, the Roommate)) “Selphy! You’re awake?” “Yeeeeeeeesss. Again. You’re having trouble remembering what DAY it is?” Oh god, am I actually losing it? “Um! Noooo! I’m just having trouble remembering how to pronounce it!” “It’s pretty much universally understood. Shishi.” “Ohhhhh. We say Yam Shishi in Xenizora. But than-” “You know, you can just wear your talisman to bed if you don’t want nightmares.” “Huh?” “Ugh, you’re going to make me actually wake up, aren’t you?” ((The blanket on top of Selphy pulls away as she shivers, suddenly reaching out and grasping the wall. She lets out a soft, but long yawn as invisible hands pull and steady her into a sitting position facing away from Vega.)) “You don’t have to leave for class just yet.” “No, why? Is something wrong?” “Maybe. But it’s you who has a problem.” ((As soon Vega moves towards Selphy’s bed, Selphy realizes she is facing the wrong way and makes a big show of shuffling to turn around on her bed, revealing that she has giant headphones on, deep wells of crust in her eyes, and small patches of unshaved stubble around her jaw)) How can she even hear me? She’s decked out in noise cancellers.. “Because you say in your head everything you’re probably saying out loud, psycho.” ((It is finally revealed that Selphy has not been- “Don’t even bother, we all have to do the trope at some point. I just took a little longer to get caught because my roommate is so delightfully distracted.” ((Folding her arms, Vega shows that she is upset by stifling a grin.)) “Don’t pretend to be awake! Wake up Selphy!” ((Pouting, Selphy wipes away her eyecrust and pulls her headphones down, though she only occasionally peeks through her closed eyelids)) “Good morning” God, her voice sure is raspy when she wakes up. I wonder if she smokes. “Good morning!” “So, I guess there’s two things. First, welcome to the academy.” “EEEEE.” Holy Academy of St. Banaved, only academy of the five nations to offer full research funding for undergraduates, boasting the highest approval ratings and success stories outside of its own business, highest traffic of locals between all nations, including every sapient genus known to visit the care centers. “Yes, EEEEE. Second, where is your talisman?” ((Vega gives a hard blink, sending the equivalent of a long and awkward pause to Selphy, who registers Vega’s absolute lack of thought for a sustained amount of time)) “You were so excited just a second ago.” “I um, honestly I probably threw it away.” “Oh my god.” “What?” “I’m going to guess that your reception guide was an asshole from the Night Sector and deliberately did not explain the importance of the Despair Talismans.” “Ummmmm, I definitely did not get talismans explained to me.” “Well, lucky for you, I keep a spare. And by spare I mean, I’m a badass who doesn’t need a psychic pacifier.” ((She points to the shared bathroom)) “It’s in my top drawer, just take it.” “Um, thanks.” ((Vega rises to look for the talisman)) “I can tell from your voice that you’ll need motivation to keep that with you, so listen. Babel comes with a secondary atmospheric level called the PSY layer. It’s about as notable as the Eitr layer in Xenizora, so you should be used to it.” “Babel is literally as close to the Eitr clouds as Xenizora, so-” “I’m not shitting on your mountain town, calm down.” Fucking mountain town, Xenizora is a metropo-” “Don’t stop looking for the talisman and don’t talk over me!” “..Fine.” “Damn, do you know it takes a lot of effort to like, verbally talk to you when I was practically taught to do it only to be super duper polite?” ((Vega breaks out into laughter as she rummages through a mess of sprays, combs, and what look to be paintbrushes)) “Geez, you’re literally so polite.” “Anyway! Because of the PSY layer, you’re bound to sense the energy of someone’s thoughts, even if it’s unintentional and especially if you aren’t focused elsewhere. Which can have really bad consequences.” “Like what?” How am I supposed to be focused when it’s so dark in this drawer and the cords from the hairdryer and twisting this into a literal maze? “Turn on the light, take out my hairdryer, and look for it.” “Stop reading my thoughts!” “Stop not having a talisman and STOP. TALKING. OVER. ME.” ((Vega bites her tongue as she does she’s told, wiping small tears from her eyes)) “Anyway, as I was saying. Dire consequences. I think the Angels usually do patrols through the Day Sector because tourists always pose such threats, especially during their first few days. But, you have getting distracted while driving, people who get really distracted and just fall down into the clouds. It’s usually not so bad because the city’s really started warning people at aerostations and at welcome centers to maintain their talismans. Strange that you completely missed it.” “To be honest with you, I can’t even recognize it right NOW.” ((The contents of the drawer fully lit up, separated, and rearranged, Vega remains unable to discover the talisman and dissolves into simple amusement. Rolling her eyes and squinting, Selphy stands up and finds the talisman right away. Blurry for some reason, the object reveals itself to Vega who receives it with a bit of reluctance)) Why does this thing fill me with such- “HEY. WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME A CLEARLY CURSED OBJECT? ((TBC))