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sorcerous-caress · 11 months

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So fun fact about me irl I work with children but often my teacher language slips out like telling my friends to say “bye bye bus”, telling another person in my lecture writing to “be nice to the pencil, it’s your friend.” And greeting a roomful of grown as adults with good morning boys and girls. It’s mortifying but How do you think the companions would react to having a teacher!tav slip up like that.

Dealing with a Teacher Tav

[Bg3, fluff, platonic kinda, nb!reader]

[Gale, Shadowheart, Laezel, Wyll, Karlach, Astarion, Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc]

Gale

He delightfully plays along whenever you tell him to thank a stranger or say goodbye to an inanimate object. He thinks it's very silly and joyous.

Teachers have always been a big part of his life, it doesn't phase him in the slightest when you unawarly awake the deep memories of being in wizards pre-school for him.

Says good morning to you back, adding a teacher honorific at the end for the sake of being playful while asking if you've finally graded the homework he handed in.

He gives you an apple occasionally. He thinks he is very hilarious.

Shadowheart

She freezes in awkwardness whenever it happens, not sure if you’re being serious or just playing around. Sometimes, you don't even register slipping up as go on with your day, leaving her wondering if she's imagining things.

She has zero experience with the school system, completely confused by the need to say thank you for carriage after it arrived. It's just a carriage, why should she?

One time while her and Laezel were arguing, you used the same call you'd use in the classroom to get the kids to quiet down and it completely caught them both off guard. They just stood there baffled, forgetting their original argument.

Laezel

Why, yes, she is very familiar with teachers. In fact, she was the best out of her class, ask any githyanki teacher, and they'd tell you endless praise about her throat cutting techniques and sword welding stances.

You, whoever, use very unusual teaching techniques. How would learning a song about washing your hand and brushing your teeth help her in slaying her enemies?

Intriguing, so you take advantage of the brain's tendency to latch on to phrases that rhyme, which makes them easier to remember? And you encode your melodies with instructions to embed them into the impressionable youth?

Huh. She actually is impressed. She made her decision, you will lend your teaching skills to help her embed the most effect way of fracturing someone's spine into a melody to spread to the githyanki children.

Wyll

As someone who has been an unofficial teacher for so many kids throughout his years, he can relate to your struggle a lot. He slips up more than he cares to admit.

The both of you meeting early in the morning while still groggy and tired, your brains working on automatic mods as you greet each other with the same high pitched enthusiastic voice you use to greet a toddler.

Then just stare at each other, complete understanding between the two of you. Like two people accidentally using their customer service voice in front of the other.

You struggle to tie your boots once, and he unconsciously bends down to tie them for you while using the rabbit loop euphemism, only to stop in his tracks as he realises what he's doing.

He uses a curse word once, and you immediately use your teachers voice and say, "we don't speak like that here, that's wasn't very nice."

You're both tired, you both need a nap and neither of you brings it up when the other slips.

Karlach

Much like Gale, she finds it extremely amusing. Top tier comedy to her. Unlike Gale, she hasn't been to any proper schooling system, so she doesn't exactly know what most of these phrases mean or imply.

In a way, it lets her pretend she was a part of something like a school in her youth, like she could've had a normal childhood like everyone else.

She'd indulge you, saying goodbye and thank you to the pigeon that delivered her a letter, or overhearing Wyll's rabbit loop ryhme and whispering it under her breath as she ties her own boots. Who knew this could've been so easy?

Astarion

You remind him of how Leon was with his daughter back in Cazador's manor. Astarion never was close with any of them, but still, he sometimes overheard him attempting to give his daughter a semblance of a normal childhood and growth.

It's endearing when you accidentally use your teaching ways while dealing with the owlbear cub, but he'll never admit it.

Doesn't indulge you with it, he has appearance to keep. Well, unless he has a chance to twist your innocent meaning words into a sex or gorey joke like the 12y old humour that he has.

Ah, the scrowl on your face is the exact same one Leon had around him, such fond memories.

Halsin

Ah, you bring him back to his old days of having to deal with the children at the grove. Although his methods focused more on showing them that nature is a friend rather than inanimate objects.

But who is he to judge your ways? If anything he could learn a thing or two from you to add to his skillset.

Tells you about the fables that were passed down from elf to elf throughout the generations, animal stories have always done a great part in teaching him morality.

Do you happen to have any? Maybe you could tell it to the children of the grove, they are good kids.

Minthara

As a noble, she was only given the best and most prestigious of teachers while growing up. Even the ones that weren't a drow would still be considered the best of the best, crème de la crème.

Yet not a single one of them applied such...childish methods. etiquette and discipline were taught by the lash and threat of punishment, not lullabies and gentle guidance.

....it's not as bad as she imagined.

She doesn't get why some of your companions find it amusing. She doesn't bother indulging either.

But sometimes, sometimes, when it's just the two of you, and she is sure not a single soul is around, she will reply with a pun with the most deadpan face expression you've seen.

Jaheira

Despite what most would think, she actually integrated the same methods into her teachings back when her kids were little, it just happened to be weaved with her more dangerous lifestyle ascept.

Here comes the plane, with the airplane usual holding a good dosage amount of poison to build resistance.

A short rhyme about what to check before leaving the house, except the list has a suspicious amount of daggers and trap disarm kits in it.

If it works, it works, so what if she had to alter a kid's book about a honey loving yellow bear into one with decipherable texts to teach them Harpers' secret communication language.

Minsc

Ah! Boo does use the same method on him sometimes, the two of you have a lot in common. Although Boo's methods do involve a bit of biting every now and then.

Say, how about he teaches you some fables from Rashemen, a lot of them are about a rabbit who got lost after not listening to his witch frog companion.

You could use it in your teachings later! Show the youth the importance of good teamwork. Yes, he is aware of the fact he didn't listen to Jaheira and got captured by the cult. No, he doesn't see why this is relevant? Why is Boo suddenly agreeing with you? He is supposed to be on his side.

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pettypiastri · 2 years

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my boyfriend's boyfriend

jamie drysdale x fem reader ft. trevor zegras

requested by @corneliaskates: "okay in light of these photos… I’m making you write jamie for me what about like moving in with him but like moving in with him also means moving in with trevor and… chaos ensues"

wc: 2.3k

warnings: blood in the context of undercooked food and also minor injury, reference to Jamie's shoulder injury and doctors offices, swearing, mention of drugs in a medical context, chaos, buffoonary

a/n: just some fun casual writing for a collection of scenes that i think you’d likely see upon moving into the zegras/drysdale household, pls enjoy the chaos! lots of this unhinged behavior we already knew about the 2 of them but a few details came from the recent "The Players Lounge" podcast episodes with jamie and trevor so go listen! (also would the homies wanna see me write for mason mctavish cause i really would love to do so)

Jamie stares blankly at the doctor as he continues to come to. He doesn’t hear the inquisition the doctor made. The first thought on his mind is the only thought he's had since he skated off the ice, his left shoulder in a dead hang: his season is over, there’s no way around it.

“Mr. Drysdale?” The physician tries to get Jamie’s attention.

“Yes, umm I’ll be there to help him. I’ve taken time off work.” Jamie turns his head slowly to look at you. He barely registers what you’ve said. He almost wants to ask you to repeat it but he knows he heard you right. The doctor shifts toward you, flipping through the aftercare instructions and various medications Jamie will have to take. You’re collected, attentive, and receptive all the while Jamie’s eyes bore into your profile, trying to understand. He’s still drowning in self-wallowing and frustration and now is trying to parse through the funny sort of feeling in his heart watching you prepare yourself to be a part time caretaker for him. Not only are you here right now, you’ve just admitted out loud, without any previous discussion between the two of you that you are not just willing but going to help him during his recovery?? He feels an intensity to communicate his love and appreciation for you that he’s not used to but ends up manifesting as,

“Will you move in with me?” The door to the exam room has just barely clicked shut from the doctor’s exit. Your spine is rod straight now from where you were previously collecting your purse and coat. Jamie’s always been a fiddler, twitching and messing with loose skin on his finger or the belt loop of your jeans, but now he sits perfectly still as he stares at you.

“Where’s the big red button, I think they gave you too much of something bud.” Humor always serves as a great deflection tactic for you but Jamie won’t let you off the hook.

“No no, I’m serious. Do you want to move in with me?” Your expression remains slightly standoffish as you draw closer to the bed. As you prop yourself on the hospital bed, you notice his eyes are inviting, stoic: a safe place to land. Lazy fingers reach to soothe Jamie’s uninjured arm.

“Would you have asked me if you hadn’t torn your shoulder?” Jamie’s nod is emphatic.

“Yes, it probably just would’ve taken me a bit longer to ask. You still make me nervous-- but like in a good way, in a good way.” Jamie stumbling over his words endears you like nothing else. “I kind of hate being without you, not in a weird codependent way, I just really like who I am when you’re around.”

Your mind is already made up after Jamie’s unbridled honesty but you still have to ask,

“Shouldn’t you run this by Trev first maybe?” He is a member of the household, though not much of a contributing one. To sell his conviction, Jamie’s eyes don’t leave yours as he reaches for his phone in the back pocket of the jeans he thinks he’s wearing. He gets an awful fright meeting bare skin under the hospital gown. Creasing at the waist with laughter doesn’t hinder you too much as you dig for his phone in your purse. He takes it sheepishly from your grasp. As he dials Trevor’s number, you urge him to put it on speaker phone.

“Jimmy! How high are you, man??”

“Z, Y/N’s gonna move in with us.”

“I thought she already lived here?”

—

Since the moment of Jamie’s injury you’ve been practically inseparable. Surgeon consultations, post op, helping him dress, cooking for him, you’ve truly been there for it all for Jamie. Now that he’s several months post op and regained most all of his range of motion, he’s been eager to pick up some slack.

“Are they closed?”

“Jamie my love, yes. I’ve literally had them closed every time you’ve asked in the last 15 minutes.” You sigh, patience thinning at both the frequent reminders and… well… how goddamn slow Jamie’s being. To pass the time, you’ve taken to concocting a game with the yellow spots on the inside of your closed eyelids.

“Dude it’s been fucking hours would you hurry up already?”

“Trevor, no one asked you.” Jamie snips at his childish best friend. It’s date night tonight and Jamie wanted to cook for you. Trevor decided, because he is cripplingly codependent, that he just had to sit on the living room couch to scroll Instagram. You’ve mentally taken the under on Trevor stealing some of your bread with olive oil within the first five minutes of it being in front of you because ‘Jimmy why didn’t you make any for me too?’

“Okay it's ready, you can open!” Slowly doing as you’re told to readjust to the well lit dining room, you catch Jamie scurrying around to his side of the table. His face holds an adorably pleased expression, you can tell he’s very proud of himself. The spread in front of you is barbequed steak, bread with olive oil, and a green salad; a shockingly balanced meal. A normally restless boy, Jamie vibrates with excitement even more now as he waits for your appraisal.

“Jamie baby, it looks amazing! Thank you!” Crows' feet emerge to compensate for his smile becoming impossibly wider, yet he’s still a bit shy, bashful after your praise.

“I’d hope so, it took you long enough Jimbo,” the peanut gallery croons again. You don’t even acknowledge Trevor as you begin to saw through your steak… until red liquid begins to pour out… Stunned and surprised, your mouth gapes for a moment, finding the gentlest way to put things.

“Jamie,” drawing out the final vowel, your eyes flick to his. His expression is eager with eyebrows raised in question.

“How long was this steak on the barbeque for?”

“Like 10 minutes I think? Why?” Jamie pales slightly at your question.

“I think the heat was too high babe.” Jamie observes his steak with a close eye and then oggles yours from across the table before reaching for his knife.

“What do you mean? You said it looks amazing, I mean look at those char marks!”

“Jamie baby, it's practically still moo’ing…” Trevor bursts out laughing, his stupid wheeze accompanying Jamie’s panic. As his knife breaches the admittedly lovely crust, bloody liquid pours out of Jamie’s steak as well. The color of his cheeks grows to match that of what's on his plate. Jamie starts to say something but it’s Trevor’s voice you both hear instead.

“Just put it in the microwave.”

—

The team returned last night from the East coast road trip. You and Jamie have been in denial about Trevor’s return, trying to stretch out the silence with a lazy day on the couch. Trevor however has had other plans.

“Why do I have the least blanket right now? I’m literally the tallest of us three.”

“Because no one invited you to join?” You shove at Trevor’s toes that are digging into your thigh from how you’re sardine-d on the couch. He whines as you do so, pushing at you back. Harder. “Ow Trevor stop!”

“What I’m not fucking doing anything!”

“Guys! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” Jamie bursts, effectively shutting you both up. Trevor glares at you as you snuggle further into Jamie’s chest, Jamie's arm visibly tightening around you. The face you give Trevor is smug.

“Fine, I’ll just go somewhere else then.” As he stands from the couch he makes an equally childish display of flipping the blanket up and over your head, messing up your hair and covering your eyes.

Jamie coos quietly at you not to say anything or react so you remain calm and settle in to watch the rest of the current episode of Yellowstone with your boyfriend.

A few minutes later when there is a distinct cacophony of falling caps, banging metal doors, and at least a liter container of liquid (hopefully closed) hitting the floor, it’s not hard to tell Trevor has decided to do his laundry. He comes back upstairs acting as if nothing was afoot.

It’s not until an hour later when Trevor has made the switch to the dryer that you notice something actually might be off. Wafting up from downstairs is a distinct smell of burning. You pause to be sure your nose isn’t confusing something else before voicing your worry.

“Do you smell that?” Jamie sniffs violently enough to be audible.

“What are you– oh shit!” Jamie moves from behind your back leaving you flopping onto yours from his quickness. “Trevor!!” He shouts while bounding down the stairs. “I told you, you have to clean the lint trap every single time you use the dryer!” His voice grows inaudible the farther downstairs he gets. Trevor peeks his head out from his room.

“Was he talking to me?” You can’t help but laugh, hands covering your face in disbelief.

“Why are we friends with you?”

“I’m fucking awesome, duh.”

—

“Okay don’t panic–” Is all you hear before you start to panic. “But umm Z might’ve slipped on the roof…”

“Tell me you’re joking. Why are you calling me? Oh my god Jamie, call the trainer or something! Is he hurt?” It’s brisk in the shade where you stepped out of your office to answer the incessant calls from your boyfriend. You’re still not off for another hour.

“I think he’s okay. Definitely tore open his leg but we put some stuff on it. He’s still complaining about it but you know him, he’s always complaining about something so I think he’s okay.” As Jamie finishes, your phone vibrates with a text. “I sent you a picture of it.” The picture reveals a shallow cut about 6 inches long down the front of Trevor’s calf. There’s still remnants of blood around the cut itself and more notably about 12 normal sized bandaids placed like a patchwork quilt over the area of interest. Idiots. “We didn’t wanna get in trouble with the team…” Jamie says softly, decidedly embarrassed.

“I see. Okay well great job with the band aids you guys. I’ll pick some more up on the way home and some other supplies. Why were you up there?”

“I was playing guitar and Trevor came up to tell me he could do it better and then promptly took it from me.” There’s a pouty lilt to Jamie’s voice that makes you wonder if Trevor’s really the one that got hurt.

“Did he damage your guitar Jim Jam?” A shiver rakes your body as you’re desperate to get back inside the office.

“No, thank god.” He’s quiet, waiting for your reply.

“You’re doing great Jamie, it’s really coming along baby.” He chirps a thank you, easily excited by your dismissal of Trevor’s insult. The two of you say your goodbye’s over Trevor’s whining in the background.

On your way home, as promised, you stop at a drugstore to grab some gauze and larger wraps for Trevor’s ‘injury.’ You send a snarky picture of two contending boxes of Band Aids side by side to Trevor. Your caption ‘Mandalorian or Tangled?’ Something tells you Trevor’s reply is completely serious when your phone lights up with ‘Flynn Rider.’

—

Jamie slips into your shared bathroom as you’re fanning gently at your face. He smiles kindly but doesn’t start a conversation. Instead he reaches for his toothbrush and sets to brushing his teeth. The two of you don’t normally get ready for bed together at the exact same time. Typically one of you is asleep on the couch and being prodded at by the other to come to bed. Well, you normally prod at Jamie while he normally gallantly carries you to bed without disturbing your sleep. As he brushes his teeth, Jamie observes you as his entertainment. He steadies himself with a hip popped against the counter and one foot crossed in front of the other.

Jamie’s attention does not bother you. Being the type not to speak until prompted, Jamie’s stays silent, his watchful gaze comforting if anything. That is until his lips form a small smile around his toothbrush that begins to grow. Finally you flick your eyes over to him in the mirror and notice toothpaste beginning to trickle down his chin. A drop that was lingering ominously begins to fall so you lurch forward to catch it in the palm of your hand, not wanting to risk the white carpet square Jamie’s standing on.

“If you keep smiling like that you’re gonna get toothpaste on yourself Jamie. Be careful.” The toothpaste in your palm is flicked into the sink before you promptly rinse your hand. Jamie heeds your warning, deciding it's time for him to rinse as well. After his hands are towel dried he moves to hug you from behind. The smile is still on his face.

“Seriously, what are you smiling about, mister?” A giggle escapes your chest. You feel Jamie’s shrug against your back as you dig for another product in the drawer next to you.

“Dunno, I’m just so happy you’re here.” Around you, Jamie’s never shied away from honesty and it’s something you’ve always appreciated. The last few months living with Jamie and Trevor has been chaos, hell at times, and insanely stressful but you’ve still found joy in every moment. So you meet Jamie’s honesty with some of your own when you say,

“There’s no place I’d rather be.”

Later, when the two of you find yourselves curled around each other in bed, under an excessive number of blankets, it’s like Trevor has ESP for when he’s being left out of affections. A knock on the conjoining wall confirms this theory. His voice is muffled but you can still make it out.

“I love you guys.” Jamie chuckles and kisses your forehead, shaking with laughter of your own.

“We love you too Trevor.”

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #anaheim ducks #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #ducks hockey #my writing

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withacapitalp · 2 years

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34 and Steddie for the mini fic ask game?

Lmaoooo Ria I love you sm and I am so sorry for this

34. things you whispered in my ear

“Roll to examine the chest,” Eddie whispered softly into Steve’s ear, a few curls brushing against his skin as Eddie finished his sentence with a kiss on the cheek before pulling back.

Steve bit his lip to stop the smile that was threatening to expose their ruse. He forced his eyes to stay locked onto his character sheet, only glancing up when he heard Dustin’s frustrated growl from across the table.

“Is something wrong, Dustin?” Steve asked, molding his face into a perfect picture of innocence. His favorite brat’s eyes were narrowed into thin slits, and he kept looking between Steve and Eddie.

“Stop that,” The boy grunted, and Eddie shrugged, sitting back in his chair and drumming his fingers on his binder.

“Stop what?”

“Giving Steve hints!” Lucas snapped, all of the kids giving them slight glares.

“Hints?” Steve repeated, playing dumb. It didn’t fool any of them

“I’m sitting next to you Steve, you guys aren’t as quiet as you think,” Mike replied, crossing his arms and sulking, “It’s cheating,”

“I am shocked at you, Michael,” Eddie gasped, putting a hand over his heart and making his already big eyes even wider, “Absolutely shocked. You think that I would ruin my dungeon master integrity just to help my beloved win?”

“Yes,” All seven kids chorused.

Steve snorted. He wasn’t exactly jazzed to be playing dungeons and dragons after the multiple failed attempts of the past. He had only agreed to play this time because Eddie had begged, promising that he would help Steve whenever he possibly could.

But this was the inevitable result of their charade.

“Foolish little lambs. I’m not giving my sweet sweet sunshine hints,” Eddie tutted, shaking his head and closing his eyes. He stood up from his chair and put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, gently tipping himself into his boyfriend’s lap. Eddie looped his arms around Steve’s neck and gave them all a lecherous little look.

“I’m telling him what he will get if he wins,”

There was a moment of silence as they all registered exactly what was being implied and then the room exploded into disgusted shouting. Steve’s entire face turned deep red and he shoved his chair back so he could drop Eddie onto the ground.

“Why?!” Steve hissed and Eddie popped up, still snickering.

“Had to get them off our tail, babe. Sorry,” Eddie apologized, not sounding sorry whatsoever.

“I do not understand,” El said above the melee.

“Oh, so if Steve doesn’t die Eddie is gonna suck his-”

“OKAY Thank you Max!” Steve shouted, drowning out the end of that sentence. He could still feel the blush on his cheeks, and he sputtered for a second as he tried to find the right words to get out of this situation, “Can we just keep going please? I roll to examine the fucking chest,”

Eddie settled back into his chair and back into his role. Apparently examining the chest led them to finding a bone key, the one they needed to get through the skeleton gate. Eddie, unable to resist any temptation, leaned in close.

“Good job, sweetheart,” He whispered. Steve rolled his eyes and called the bluff, dipping his own lips close to his boyfriend’s ear.

“Let us win, and you can have whatever you want tonight,” He murmured, enjoying the soft red glow that began to go down Eddie’s neck.

“STOP!”

#Steve harrington #mini fic ask game #Eddie munson #steddie #Steddie ficlet #the party #Steve and the party #Eddie and the party #dungeons and dragons shenanigans #st #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

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swagmagussupreme · 2 months

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@whiterose-fans-blog White Rose in Bloom, Day 3: Business life.

cw for drugs (weed lol it was the first kinda off-kilter thing my brain conjured for a business one of them would own)

Word count: 1521

“Could I check your ID real quick?”

Weiss jumped. “S-sorry, I've just… never done this before,” she admitted, reaching meekly into her purse. She also hadn't seen silver-colored eyes before, and that fact coupled with her unfamiliarity reduced her to a state she was wholly unused to: idiocy. Producing her ID, she asked, “A-and the card?”

The clerk, a college girl (from the Beacon Academy sweater) with red-highlighted black hair and a sweet face, smiled politely. “Yes please. And just so you know, we can only accept cash. There's an ATM in the corner.”

Weiss handed the two plastic cards over, shaking her head. “No thanks, I have cash.”

The girl gave the cards a mostly cursorial inspection before handing them back to Weiss. “Weiss, huh? Pretty name. Foreign?”

Weiss took her cards and blinked. “Uh… yes. Sure.” Did this girl not recognize the surname?

“Oh sweet,” the girl commented, holding out her hand. “My name's Ruby, I can help you out with anything you need. You said this is your first time?”

Weiss floundered, her mouth parting wordlessly before she accepted the handshake. “Yes. Thank you. I… could use some help.”

Ruby gave her hand a firm squeeze, one big shake, then separated to splay her hands over the glass-front counters beneath her. “Well, we've got all kinds'a stuff for all kinds’a needs. Whatcha need?”

“Well… I need…. I need to relax,” Weiss said, shuffling on her feet. “One of my… less couth coworkers said I need to ‘get slonked until I go blind,’ which I… well, this is as far as I got with deciphering that,” in a murmur, she added, “Can't believe it's not a sex thing.”

The clerk snorted. “You must be some kind of cartographer if you managed to decrypt that much on your own with no experience.”

“You mean a crypt-ographer?"

She snorted again, longer, more fervent, giving way to a goofy chuckle that seemed to rumble out of her throat. “Oh shoot, I'm uh… look, this is kinda…” her face reddened, cheeks splotching. “I'm slonked blind here, okay? So I guess ya picked the right place.”

Weiss reeled, then leaned in to stare into Ruby’s eyes. She confirmed the girl’s statement. “But you work here.”

“Well yeah!” the clerk dismissed, waving her hand. “I own the place!”

The shock of a girl this young owning her own business was severe against Weiss, who feebly grasped at some kind of counterpoint. “But… but… your own supply…”

The clerk— owner, somehow— leaned over the counter with a grin, her bulky canvas jacket wafting out a scent of heavy herbs and something sweet. She crossed her arms beneath herself confidently. “How else would I know my stuff’s any good?”

Weiss wavered. Ruby’s eyes were silver, which accentuated the redness of her sclera, which in turn further accentuated her shining irises. It was a devastating feedback loop, like staring into the sun. “Uh…”

Ruby whirled back around with a swoosh of her jacket and the heft clomp of a boot. She dramatically shimmied along the glass counter, pointing to the products inside. “You said relax, right?” she asked, sending a smile up at Weiss that made her gulp at its sincerity. “Generally speaking, these’ll relax ya. Like, a lot. A lot, a lot.” Her face scrunched up pensively. “Uh, maybe too much. First-timer, right?”

“Yes?”

Ruby nodded, beckoning Weiss to follow her a bit further down the counter-space. Weiss stared at the contents there, flowery and exposed and named weirdly, and felt like she was committing a crime just by seeing. She looked over her shoulder, which Ruby caught. “It's okay,” she promised, her voice rough at its lower register. “No one’s coming to arrest you, dude.”

“W-why isn't there anyone else here?” Weiss found herself asking, feeling pathetic at her own voice.

“It's, like…” Ruby checked the analog clock on the wall, then seemed to grow genuinely confused. “Uh… twelve! It's twelve-fifteen on a Tuesday. Everyone’s at work or school.”

Weiss eyed her suspiciously. “Did… did you just struggle to read a clock?”

“Anyway!” Ruby diverted, ducking behind the counter to gesture at the contents from the other side. The glass did nothing to hide her growing blush of embarrassment. “These are all hybrids, so you won't get tipped too much in either direction, but these—” she motioned to a group of spindly green-and-purple bunches sealed in tubes. Some had bright orange sprigs sticking out from the green, some looked… frosty, and some had both qualities. Ruby pointed to them in succession. “These are the chill ones. ‘My Friend Sappho’ is a relaxing strain, great if you wanna crash on the couch and watch something stupid while still being able to get back up. ‘Mouthfeel’ is super fun, very giggly, conks out the body so you can chill in your own brain-soup. ‘Smart-shoes’ is really move-y, like it feels good to move, kinda has the opposite effect as ‘Mouthfeel,’ so your thoughts all get tucked away and you can just be in your bod. And ‘Moving Day’ here—”

“These all seem… targeted,” Weiss said tentatively, half-cringing at herself.

Thankfully, Ruby didn't seem to take offense. Instead, she barked out a laugh, and said with undisguised smugness: “Well, yeah. You saw the sign. You saw the flag.” Ruby rose back up to the counter and leaned over it, smirking. “You did your research, Weiss."

The girl who thought she was either being threatened or openly flirted with, flushed red at the sound of her name coming out that way. She had done her research, enough to pick The Crescent Bud— which was a godawful name— over all the other places in her area because its sign had a subtitle, ‘World’s Gayest Dispensary’, which she took to for… reasons. She coughed. Her voice came out tightly. “Yes. I did do… that. Research. This place had good prices. And reviews.”

The smirk showed no sign of faltering from Ruby’s lips, but she pointed into the counter without any further interrogation. “Anyway, ‘Moving Day’ is wonderful,” Ruby drawled, with an affect that slightly terrified Weiss. “It's super pretty. I mean, just look at it.”

Weiss looked at the transparent canister of buds, purple-green and frosted, abundant with little bits of orange. In her peripheral vision, she noted that Ruby was very much not looking at them.

“It goes down really smooth,” Ruby continued. “Very fruity tones. It takes a moment to kick in, but once you've chilled out and you're ready for it, it gets you."

Weiss gulped. “Ah. That sounds… nice.”

“It's really nice. Captivating, even.”

Weiss stared at the sealed tube, her skin feeling tight. She did not look at Ruby.

When Ruby spoke again, her voice was a lot quieter, but a lot closer. “I've got a sofa and a TV in the back room. Could close up for lunch; going into this kinda thing can really suck if ya do it alone. I'll even roll you a free sample, my treat.”

Weiss’ neck felt like wood as she turned to Ruby, stiff and creaking and entirely unsure, but those lambent eyes were soft, and her smirk had tamed into an inviting grin.

No. A million times, no. Weiss was a department head. She couldn't let herself get lured into some stoner's backroom just because Coco said she needed to chill! This was stupid. This was wrong. She was better than this. She didn't need drugs to have fun, to relax, she was a grown woman! Weiss opened her mouth for a hundred protestations, a million damnations, a trillion justifications that roiled up her throat and—

Ruby passed the little cigarette-thing directly into Weiss’ lips, which would've made Weiss detonate if she wasn't already high as shit.

“Subtle,” Weiss snarked, feeling emboldened by the lightness in her head. “Really subtle.”

Ruby settled back on the couch, remnants of pungent smoke trickling past her lips. “Dude, it’s ‘Moving Day’. You think I was trying to be subtle?”

Weiss took a cautious drag— Ruby had freaked out after her first hit had apparently been huge— and shifted her legs, adjusting herself so her knees and her shoulders brushed against Ruby’she. She passed it back. “I'm glad you weren't.”

Ruby took it blindly and let it dangle between her lips, her eyes fixated on whatever streaming platform she had. “Uh… shitty vampire movie or stupid docuseries that's vaguely racist in a funny way?”

Weiss didn't really parse the question. Her eyes were zoned out on Ruby’s mouth, on the streaming dance of smoke rising from the cigarette. “One of those, sure.”

Ruby didn't notice her staring. Or she did. Weiss couldn't tell, nor did she care to, because she was slonked halfway to blindness and it felt glorious. Worries and anxieties, usually invasive, couldn't penetrate the fog of her mind. She felt loose, her body felt stupid, but her brain felt mostly normal. It was like her corporeal form was little more than a meat-jacuzzi for her brain.

Weiss jolted when the TV awoke with sound, which graciously caused Ruby to look over, grin, and throw an arm over Weiss’ shoulders.

Coco had been right.

#white rose in bloom #my writing #fanfic #ruby rose #weiss schnee #whiterose #cw drugs #hahahaha ice FLOWER get it

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I would love to hear about disguises and balls, just another beast, and troll hunters.

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) also if u want someone to rubber duck with, I'm open!

I have no idea what rubber ducking is but whatever it is absolutely!!And same too you! So here we go!

Starting off with Disguises and Balls!!

It's inspired by this amazing post right here

Currently the plot is that there was an assassination attempt on Dot and the chain has manged to track down the origin of the assassin and have to sneak into a ball to get more information and either find the assassin or whoever hired them.

Legend is absolutely unhinged in this fic, full feral, and he's devised the perfect elaborate plan that involves him and Twilight dressing up and going to the ball because they can pull it off discreetly by disguising themselves as a couple that had been invited but were most definitely never going to show.

The fic is basically my excuse to let Twilight feel pretty while still having a fun plot. Also sort of kind of me playing around with gerudo Twilight in a way.

"Okay…so that's all worked out but we still don't know who to send in, let alone who can pretend to be this Adalhard fellow." Sky says as he rocks on his heels where he's crouched, still peering over the maps as he does.

"Yes we do, in fact we have the perfect person." Legend states with a grin.

"Really?" Wars says skeptically.

"Yes really."

"One of us is perfectly capable of playing an exotic gerudo lookin…tan..skinned redhead…"

Warriors voice slowly tapers into realization as he and the rest of the group follow Legends' smug gaze to where it's settled. His eyes locked onto Twilight who has returned his focus to diligently fixing Times chainmail. The big guy being completely oblivious to their conclusions.

"Yeah…yeah he would fit perfectly." Four manages as he blinks a bit.

"Who would fit?" Twilight murmurs, still not looking up as carefully links the complicated metal loops together.

"You would." Legend states in a playful yet matter of fact tone.

"Hehe, very funny." Twilight chuckles as he keeps working. Legends words taking a moment to actually register to him before a look of confusion hits him. Finally looking up and over to the eight pairs of eyes now watching, some shocked, some excited, and some unreadable. "Wait what?"

"You, you make the cut and you're going in there as Heir Adalhard." Legend says

"No the fuck I am not!" Twilight blurts out as he gets a somewhat panicked look on his face.

Next! Just Another Beast

This one is my friendly fire au. It's got the first chapter out and oh boy does it get worse from there.

Wr0ng and Neutral have both heard how cursed its going to get

It's absolutely fucked

Ummmmmmm

Lemme just bullet point a few things

The next few chapters is them just trying to find and catch up to Twilight while things rapidly go down hill, but they aren't the only ones looking for him.

Dink is also in the caves and takes an interest in Twilight because of the shadow magic.

After all the cave business and they've sorted everything out, they get a brief respite at the ranch

After the ranch Twilight starts to act a little weird and more and more unlike himself. Standoffish, snappy, even mean and uncaring. followed by bouts of confusion sorrow and guilt that just worsen as time goes on.

Potions stashes go missing, weapons start malfunctioning and falling apart or just straight up go missing.

Worst of all monster packs with mini boss level beasts keep ambushing them all at random points in the night and Twilight is almost always strangely absent

>:3 its a very fun one that I hope to get back into soon. But it's also very vary dark and absolutely horrific.

Here's a little of what I do have of the second chapter

"...What the fuck just happened?" The Sailor finally pipes in. "Seriously what the actual fuck just happened I turned around and Hyrule was on the ground and Legend was chasing Rancher like a mad man!? What fucking gives!"

"Wind…just take a deep breath I'm sure there's-"

"You're sure there's what old man?!" Legend snaps. "A fucking explanation that's better than what happened? Rancher just nearly cut Hyrule in half! Don't you dare try and treat him like an innocent teacher's pet right now."

Time shoots a harsh glare towards Legend as a look of horror crosses Wind's face.

And finally!! Troll hunters Again is just a troll hunters fic!

It takes place after the movie as horrifyingly cringe as it was it left for some lovely angst potential.

Jim goes back in time, and redoes things but this time lets Toby have the adventure of being the troll hunter. He's there with him every step of the way and goes through every possible extent that he can to make sure History won't repeat itself.

Couple key points I've established:

He still has the amulet Krel made but only uses it in extreme emergencies until later on. It allows him to travel through time in small doses.

Jim remembers absolutely everything and is understandably a little fucked up because of it and boy does he sound confusing sometimes

Toby gets his hammer sooner >:3, come on he's war hammer he's gotta have his hammer. Jim rigs the system so he gets it.

It's kind of a fic/chat fic because of how often these teenagers use their phones and Gods I need to binge watch tales of Arcadia again and get back into it so I can work on this fic because a love it alot. So many interactions go differently but all of the best relationships are still there and GAH!! HHHHH

Here's a clip

It's about and hour and half later that he makes his way back over to Toby's. The sky now completely dark as he climbs the steps to Toby's door. Listening quietly to the door for a brief moment.

"This! Is the most sacred of mantles, and honor to have bestowed upon you. Now would you Please Stop Throwing things at us!" That familiar educational tone sounds all too familiar along with what sounds like canned goods hitting the wall.

"Hell no! Hey hey back up big guyaaAAAA!!!"

"Got you."

Jim quietly opens and closes the door before making his way silently across the floor boards. Taking a brief moment to collect himself for the upcoming act before stepping to where he can actually see them and be seen.

"What in the world!?" He exclaims loudly to draw their attention putting on his best look of shock and confusion.

Arrrg currently has a hold of Toby, though the teen is upside down. The big gentle giant looks at Blinky who is beginning to freak out now.

"Arrrg! This is precisely why I said you should keep watch!" Blink says in a panic.

"Oops..sorry." Arrrg says with a small frown.

"Put me down, put me down!" Toby shouts as he wiggles around until the big guy lets him go. Followed by Toby crawling quickly across the room until he can hide behind Jim. "These crazy monsters came out of nowhere!"

"How dare you, we are not monsters. We are peaceful trolls!" Blinky says in an offended tone.

"Trolls?!" Toby exclaims.

"Yes.." Arrrg says with a nod.

"Like...hobbit level die in the sunlight trolls or Hilda level sentient rocks that go dormant during daylight?" Toby asks as he slightly steps to the side of Jim but is still mostly behind him.

"Ah...well..some of both I suppose?" Blinky says in a confused tone. "What is a Hobbit and a Hilda?"

"Hobbit is a movie, Hilda is a cartoon...is it like..living stone but can't go in sunlight..?" Jim 'guesses' to move the topic along before looking to Toby. "Why are you using me as a human shield?"

"You were dumb enough to challenge Steve you may be a noodle but your more danger built than me!" Toby states causing Jim to roll his eyes a bit.

#hermit writes #fic snippets #tales of arcadia #troll hunters #linked universe #lu twilight #lu legend #lu time #lu wind #lu sky #lu warriors #linked universe au #jim lake jr #aaargh #blinky #toby domzalski

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Speak Now (TV) first listen live tweets/reactions

Mine: AHHHH!!! So happy!

Sparks Fly: i just realized how smooth all the Taylor’s version songs sound. Her little country voice cracks in this song are gone. I really like a lot of the notes in the OG that had voice cracks so it’s interesting to hear what got smoothed over. Still good though!

Back to December: oh the production is CLEAN. The guitar is SHARP. The vocals are CLEAR. There’s a new twang to this one. Use it in a movie.

Speak Now: i just realized the I Bet You Think About Me music video is the malicious version of this song. “Forever hold your peace” part sounds so nice. The laugh :)

Dear John: *instrumentals play* get wreckt John Mayer. This hurted. Send help. This song is not playing!!! How did the angst get worse??? Girl?????

Mean: oh yes the countryyyyyy. some of the lines have different emphasis. She sounds like she’s having fun. I hope she knows she’s finally gotten big enough.

Story of Us: okay so at first I was kinda missing the unhingedness of the original but it’s still a bop. Man I missed high note Taylor. :) (i love lower register Taylor but sometimes you just need a belt)

Never Grow Up: i am not prepared for hearing older Taylor sing this. I listened to baby Taylor sing this recently and it hits different graduating from college. 😭 hnnnnnnnn.

Enchanted: 1:25 am lets go. Techincally this is the only song i’ve heard with grown up Taylor voice cause of tour so I wanna see if it’s different than live. Are the “please don’t be in love with someone else” different or is this just me?

Better than Revenge: listen. Listen. That new line through me for a LOOP but I’m still gonna sing Vigilante S***’s predecessor LOUD. New line’s catchy though.

Innocent (my beloved): HIT. the nostalgia really jumped out at this one.

Haunted (my other beloved): i’ve listened to this three times now. Background vocalssss. why does this remind me of twilight-

Last Kiss: let’s goooo. 1:45 to her 1:58. This song is unexpectedly sweet, like it’s totally sad but the memories are so sweet.

Long Live (my other, other beloved): I am hype. I am so hype. It hits different.

Ours: okay starting off cute. Ours is the little farm girl in the midst of a big city movie.

Superman: it’s 2am can i power through? Yes i can it’s a bop.

VAULT

Electric Feel: oh okay. Okay Taylor. I like it but it’s not my favorite.

When Emma falls in love: 30 seconds in i like it already. The country twangggg. I love it. Cannot wait for the edits and the fanfic titles with this one. I can feel them coming.

I Can See You: oh this is going to be a ride. Girl what is you imagining- G i rl

Castles Crumbling: oh this is so sad. Another member of the celebrity anxiety group. But also this song is so pretty??? I really like it. Very fantasy queen main charatcher. Oh i am so going to use this.

Foolish One: 2010s bop. This feels like it just stepped off of Fearless era into Speak Now, chronologically speaking. Sad lyrics though dang. I love the lower register voice at the end. Younger Taylor, Older taylor?

Timeless: we made it to the end! We are swaying. We are grooving. This feels very Taylor. the soulmate AU jumped out. Ah Timeless is so good, it’s such a good ending, and I missed this sound from Taylor gah!!!

#I have so many more thoughts but if you made it this far thank you for reading #taylor swift #speak now (taylor’s version)#speak now tv #swiftie #album review #if you made it to the tags i love you #on my way to go listen to haunted again

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Dancing Dragons

Zeno x reader fanfic part-1

!Disclaimer! this is my first fan fic and English isn't my first language so please be nice.

Back Story

You are a twenty-two year-old wandering entertainer from Xing, you come from a big family, and you're quite popular among nobility. You started out dancing and singing on the streets, to preforming in theaters.

Your life was amazing despite the fact your parents were mad at you for years for not becoming a doctor, government official, or marrying into a rich family. But other than that your life was great, until one day you came home from a trip, and your whole house was in an uproar. Turns out your younger cousin was kidnapped, he'd been gone for weeks and you're family only had one lead. A couple month's went by and your family hired a private investigators, but none of them had gotten anywhere in their investigation, so you pack your bags and look for yourself.

Present day

You're wandering the water tribe in Koukha, umbrella in hand as you look for an inn, the rain is hard and loud you can barely hear yourself, but then you hear a scream. You see a girl who can't be over the age of thirteen on the floor with a black eye, while an older man probably forty towers over her.

You know you probably can't win this fight so you should leave, but you just can't leave a child alone at the mercy of some random man. You grab a rock off the ground and throw it at the man's face, you run towards the little girl grab her and run away. You get kinda far from the man but he's fast, you manage to hide the girl but he grabs you and throws you to the hard and wet pavement. The man gets on top of the and starts screaming at you as the blood from his eye starts dripping on your face, you try to break free from under him but he's got you pinned down, and everytime you lift up your head he slams it back onto the ground and you start bleeding yourself.

You fear the worst is about to happen, but then you see a huge white claw pick him up and throw him. You see a group of strange people and a person with blazing red hair, a person with golden hair rushes up to you before you black out.

You woke up you caught the amazing aroma of steamed pork buns, and a plethora of spices, when you opened your eyes you see the man with the golden hair above you, before you could say anything he offers you a rice ball. "Hello..." you sit up and look around, this place look pretty fancy and this is an amazing bed. "Are you ok? that's a pretty deep cut on your cheek," the man looks at you concerned, and he's still holding a plate for you. He doesn't look like he could be older than nineteen, but he looked younger and he was Incredibly welcoming so you were at ease around him. "Yes, I'm alright, would you be ever so kind and tell me where I am?" "Oh you're in the water tribe..." it takes him a couple seconds to realize what he said, "Oh! Your in Riri's house, she's the daughter of the water tribe chief and his friends with us."

As the yellow boy talks to me another person walks in the room, "Zeno i told you to call me when they wake up! Hi I'm yun, it's your cheek ok?" "Yes it is, thank you." Yun walks up to you to re-bandage the scar, "how did you find me, and why did you help me?" Yun and Zeno both look at you surprised by the question, and all three of guy are collectively confused. "What did you mean why did we save you? You needed help so we helped." Zeno added, "Oh, the little girl asked up for help, then Jea-Ha took her home." you look relived and try to get up out of bed but Zeno loops hid arms around her shoulders. "You've been asleep for three days, Zeno doesn't think it's good for you to get up yet."

It takes you quite some time to register what he said, "Three days! I-i need to go!" You rush out if need grab your bags and into the hallway as Zeno and Yun run after you. "Wait come back!" Yun screams at you and you run into the garden trying to get out but you bump into a guy with green hair, "oh, hello there, and whom might i owe the pleasure." He holds your hand and kisses it, uni get quite flustered and confused by this romantic gesture some random man just greated you with. "Hello, Hi, I'm Y/N and I'm just about to be gone." As you try to exit out the garden door a man with pale skin and hair for in your way, "aren't you the girl we found in the streets? Should you be out yet, I thought Yun and Zeno were watching you?" As you try to get away from them Zeno grabs you by the waist "Hey you can't go yet, Zeno doesn't want you to!" you're overwhelmed by this and when you finally break free you see a guy with a weird mask and a bunch of fur. at the point you're surrounded, but then the person with the red hair comes around and tells them to back off, "Hi I'm Yona, sorry about these guys they can get... curious, what is your name?" At this point you're irritated and you just want to leave, but you dust yourself off and tell her your name. "I'm Y/N." "Common let's go to a more quiet spot." She lead you to a gazebo with three other girls two with black hair one blonde, "Riri she woke up!" One of the girls rushes over to you and asks if you're ok and they sit you down at the table and you explain everything. You've been talking with the girls for hours enjoying yourself, and forgot all of your problems until Petra asks you a question, "Y/N you said you're a traveling entertainer correct?" You replied with, "Yes, why do you ask?" "I just wanted to know who in Koukha booked you for a show?" You take a second to process what she said and you remember why you came here.

"Actually I was heading to Sen Province, my younger cousin was kidnapped, and the only peice of evidence we have is an address with Sen province under it. THAT'S IT NO NAME, NO MET UP PLACE, NO RANSOM JUST THIS!" You start to tear up in anger, confusion, and frustration. "It's so frustrating, I don't even know what to expect what if he's already dead what if I'm too late! I don't know what to do, but if I don't try, if I dint get there fast enough I have no doubt in my mind he will be gone. Thank you for helping me but I must take my leave." You grab you bag and start to head out but Yona says something unexpected, "me and the dragons will help you find him, you said going alone might be dangerous but you'll be safe with us."

Your shocked by this, the fact a group of random people are willing to help you is baffling. "I-i don't even know you, why wigs you want to help me... TWICE?" She grabs you by your hands "we're friends now and you need to get your cousin back so we'll help." "Thank you Yona... you don't know what this means for me, I- I can't describe what this means to me."

The next day you and the rest of the happy hungry bunch left for Sen province, as you all walk through the forest and the mountains you get to know all of them. You all become great friends, and the trip is supposed to take a three on foot but everything is going great so far. The group stopped in a clearing and set up camp when it was late, after everything was fine you decided to go on a walk. As you were walking through the forest you find a flower field, the flowers ranged from lavender, baby's breath, and chrysanthemums, the beautiful colors mixed with the sunset is almost euphoric. You take off you cape put it on the ground and layed down, you have hope that you'll find your cousin and get back to Xing so fast you'll barely remember what happened between. You start to doze off but you hear something coming up, you think it's a bunny so you don't mind until that thing... lays next to you. You open your eyes and jump up in shock, you look down and you see Zeno laying next to you. "Did I scare ya?" He looks at you with a cheeky smile plastered on his face, "Zeno don't do that, my soul almost left by body!" You were kinda angy quickly calm down and lay back down, "so why'd you come out? Me personally I was just bored". Zeno turns to his side and faces you, "Do you ever think of death, do you ever wonder who, or what is waiting for you on the other side?"

You look at him shocked by the question, "I haven't thought that far, no matter what you believe in I don't think death is something you should be scared of." Zeno looks at you then looks but at the sky, "elaborate, you aren't scared of death. If I were to stab you, you'd be fine with that?" You're dumbfounded by that reply, Zeno is a cute little kid... well not little but he doesn't usually talk like this.

"That's not what I meant. Death is as natural as birth, death itself isn't scary is the way you die. If you pass in a comfortable bed surrounded by your loved ones that's a good death, but if you're murdered, burned, or suffocated, that's a bad death." You try to think of words to further explain, but Zeno says something before you do, "i get that, you don't need to explain yourself," you and Zeno both just may Duan and enjoy life together, but even you opened your eyes the beautiful red sunset turn into a black sky full of stars. You look around and see Zeno laying next to you looking at the stars, "oh your awake you've been asleep for awhile, don't get me wrong if love to stay here with you but we be better off with everyone else." Zeno stands up and holds his hands out for you, you grab them and the two of you walk back to camp, "how long did you wait for me?" You asked Zeno a question you beloved was stupid to try and fill the awkward quite walk back, "probably two hours..." you ask Zeno "what did you say? Two hours why didn't you just she me up?" Zeno grabs your hand and continues to walk with you,

"I fell asleep as well, but I woke up two hours before you do is fine... Why do you care so much about inconveniencing other people, even if it causes you a problem? You were about to leave by yourself until the princess said well accompany you, why is it so hard for you to ask for help?" You stop dead in your tracks and stare daggers at Zeno, "What the hell did you just say to me! You barely even know me, I don't have to explain anything to you!" You're obviously insulted by his question "I know how to ask for help but..." You take a moment to think about what he said it was Incredibly hard for you to ask for help when you need it, he's only known you for a matter of four days you were asleep for three of them and he can still tell. "So what, it's better I do things myself, if I ask someone else to do it I'll be disappointed. It's not even that big of a deal, so getting help isn't Worth it."

Zeno grabs your hands, and placed his forehead on yours, "I have a good feeling about you, don't be scared to ask me for anything. Ok." It's too dark to see but you can feel Zeno next to you, you tighten your grip on his hands and take a deep breath, "Ok... let's go back" Zeno smile and leads you back to camp.

When you two get back to camp you see Hak and Jae-Ha talking by the fire, "where have you two been?" Jae-Ha asks with a smug look in his face while Hak is side eyeing him, "I fell asleep in a flower field, Zeno found me and waited until I woke up." You go into the tent you're sharing with Yona and Yun, when you get in your sleeping bag you can't stop thinking of Zeno, he was so warm and comforting, but at the same time you were in edge around him. Zeno is... something, but I wonder where his parents are and why they'd let a seventeen year-old go away with a strange group of people, you wonder so many things about all of them but for now you'll wait until the time is right.

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #kuro zeno #son hak #ryokuryuu jaeha #hakuryuu kija #shin ae yoo #manga #anime #fanfiction #fanfic #zenoxreader #hak x yona #aka zeno #artists on tumblr #reading #writers on tumblr #y/n #Spotify

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DAY 2 AT THE LODGE

WF UPDATE (1/29/24).

I’m writing this at 5:30 p.m. on our second day at Mashpi Lodge. Let me update you on the 26 hours that have transpired since yesterday’s report. (No blood in my urine today!)

Yesterday afternoon, we were taken on a three hour hike through the rain forest. We don’t walk in rain forests very often. There’s vegetation everywhere, including way up over our heads. It was fun to experience an unusual environment.

We walked out to a nature center on the property. There’s a big birdwatching platform, and an enclosure where the Mashpi team studies local butterflies. We watched birds and we learned about butterflies. Our guides are very, very knowledgeable. One of our guides, Santiago, is extremely well educated. He has an undergraduate degree in ecotourism and he has also completed a two year certification program as a nature guide. He is about to complete his Masters Degree and earn the title of “Naturalist.” I admire his dedication.

We got back to the lodge at about 6:30 p.m. We had a short break before our next hike. We left at 7:15 p.m. and returned at 8:30 p.m. The goal of this hike was to observe nocturnal insects and frogs. I don’t know how the guides spot the little creatures, but they do. The Katy girls have a theory that the creatures are little drones that the guides can locate by GPS. They might be right.

We didn’t get to dinner until just before 9:00 p.m. The food was very good. The staff here works very hard. Dinner is served until 10 p.m. At our orientation session, the Director explained that the Lodge is proud of the fact that 80% of the employees are from the “local area.” Because the Lodge is so remote, he has a very broad definition of “local area.” He says that employing locals is part of the “partnership” with the community. Because it is difficult to get here, and because Quito is three hours away, many of the employees live in a dormitory on the grounds. They stay here for 14 days and then they go home for 10 days. Many of them live in Quito. Despite their very long hours, everyone is cheerful and helpful. We finished dinner at 10:00 p.m.

This morning, Mrs. Birdwatcher went to a birdwatching session from 6:30 a.m. until 7:30 a.m. I saw plenty of birds yesterday. I caught up on some reading. We hit breakfast when the Birdlady got back.

Today, the first hike was at 8:30 a.m. It took more than two hours. We hiked out to a lagoon that is fed by a waterfall. Mrs. Swimmer and one of the Katy girls went swimming in the lagoon. The hike out was on an old logging road. The hike back was IN a river. Yes, we actually walked in the river. The Lodge provides rugged rubber boots, almost knee high, that resemble fishing boots. We walked in the river without getting wet. It was a fun experience. The scenery was beautiful. Shortly after our return, it was time for lunch.

After lunch, and two hours of “free time,” we reached for the sky! We walked to a viewing area that provides two unusual viewing options. One is an observation tower, which looks like a fire tower. To get to the top, which is 200 feet off the ground, you need to climb a ton of stairs. It’s worth the climb. The view is spectacular. Next to the tower there is a cable car ride that reaches across two mountaintops. There’s a deep gorge between the mountains. The cable car has an interesting propulsion system. Pedal power! Yes, it’s a bicycle built for two. The rear rider powers the little machine across the gorge. Then, you turn around and “bike” back. It takes about 15 minutes to bike the loop. It’s great fun, and the views are outstanding.

Let me say word or two about our 10 companions. Travel in a big group is not our normal gig. I was worried that the crowd would be intrusive. I was concerned about too much togetherness. So far, I’ve been pleasantly surprised. People are friendly, but not too friendly. There aren’t any weirdos. Tomorrow, we’ll be joined by 22 folks who didn’t register for this phase of the trip. Let’s hope that the atmosphere doesn’t change.

Even though it’s approaching 6:00 p.m., our day is not done. At 7:00 p.m. we have another nocturnal hike to view critters. We’re shooting to be back around 8:30 for dinner. I hope you have the energy to keep up with us. This is a very active “vacation.” We hope that you’re having fun. Right now, I need to grab a snack before the next walk. See you out on the trail.

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Good Heavens, this year has flown by and I will remember my mother (Granny Ruth) always and especially this time of year because she was born on Christmas Day! My Dad was a Leo, I am a Leo, my brother was born on New Year’s Day and he and my Mom were Capricorns, so it was not uncommon to see a plate thrown by someone on occasion at the dinner table. Towards the end of my Mom’s life she had dementia and sundowners (which was worse than the dementia) and I would try to give her little things to do and accomplish just to keep her busy. “I don’t need any more assignments today.” She used to shout prior to you asking her anything! I recall with a smile asking her to take out recycling to the bin, which was yellow and blue in color. Regular garbage went in the giant black can and I would hear her mumble to herself all the way down the driveway, “Yellow and blue, yellow and blue, yellow and blue.” Of course she would then put it all in the black can and come back to me and say, “See I did it!” Yes, yes you did I would say through a grin. Today and every day, I see you having the utmost patience with toddlers and the elderly with equal enthusiasm. There is so much we can be thankful for and so much we have to let go of and I'm downloading that for you as you read this now and so it is! Scroll down now for news about our annual BOGO Celebration Sale!

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Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words.

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

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— jjk x (f) reader

summary; But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere. warnings; sexting, dick pics, dirty talk?, phone sex, vivid depictions of jungkook being just so sexy bc its true, rating; mature (18+) misc; mentions of youtuber kook 🥰, he’s just horny, stupid selfie trends (see here), he’s a little whiny but so hot v.v wc; 4.6k

notes; I've had this in my drafts since april 😐 n then i was like maybe we should actually finish this so i started n then last night i hit another follower milestone!!! so then i rlly forced myself to finish this bc i was so 🥺🖤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anyway enjoy lmk what u think its not proofread bc uhhhhh yeah 🤩

You’re at work when it happens.

It’s sometime between your usual listless thoughts of what to write for your weekly reflection papers for some course, and your trip to your store’s pharmacy to bother a coworker. Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your work apron. You’re normally pretty good at ignoring the sound, most of the times it’s just a classmate asking for help on homework or Jimin lamenting his love life, so you’ve grown used to ignoring the tiny vibrations, stocking a quarter shelf of different cooking oils before something in your brain tells you to check your phone.

You already know it’s not something grave, but that thought alone means nothing at the sight of the tiny jungkook♡ that appears at the very top of the list of notifications. Your boyfriend’s texts tended to be wildcards, never following a certain routine or alluding to any specifics. He could send you a long paragraph on how much he misses the scent of that one shampoo, the one you’d briefly run through last year because your usual brand was out of stock, with a ten point explanation on why you should switch back to it. Or two word, caveman sentences that drove you crazy because you never understood what exactly he wanted when he’d send those nondescript “munchies dip” texts.

You unlock your phone, clicking to the messenger app instead of directly on the notification. Hopefully the preview will give some warning on whether you should invest in this conversation or not. You hated the read receipts on messages, choosing to ghost conversations as you pleased, but Jungkook had wiggled his way into your phone one afternoon and specifically turned them on for his chat with you, and you’d never turned them off since. So he knows if you choose to ignore Attachment: 1 Image at 1:43pm exactly, and he'll pester you about it until you respond.

You contemplate it all for twenty seconds. It could be a variety of things, you guess, but the only way to find out is to actually see with your own eyes what he’s up to this time. He knows better than to distract you at work, is usually really good at waiting until your shift is over to spam you with messages. For him to send you something now, only a few hours into your shift, is uncharacteristic of him.

But you glance down the aisle anyway, taking note of some elderly woman you’d helped a few minutes prior and another teenager aimlessly walking around, probably looking for the snack aisle. You inhale and press down on your chat with Jungkook.

It takes you a moment to make out exactly what the image is, twisting and turning your phone around as you fight to see it without raising the brightness. It’s only when your eyes finally adjust to the dark screen, the faint beeping of the check-out registers fading into the distance, that you realize it’s a shot of the front of his sweatpants.

“Hm?” you murmur, getting brave enough to pinch the image between two fingers, zooming in until you’re able to decipher a multitude of details. For one, there’s a Flaming Hot Cheeto stain on the hem of his sweatpants, the same one you’d accidentally put on there a few weeks back and haven’t been able to wash out since. Then there’s that huge palm of his, tattoos and all, rested carefully against his thigh. It’s veiny and thick in all the right places, bringing all the attention to his knuckles, which you guess is what he was going for when you consider the centerpiece of the image—his hardened dick straining against the grey material.

There’s no text attached to the message, no snapchat font slapped over the image, so you wonder what exactly he wanted you to do with this information mid-shift. Well, realistically, you know exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t mean you won’t clown him before getting there. After all, Jungkook was seldom the naughty texter; sexting annoyed him, he would whine, because he would do all that and not even get to feel the true pleasure of sex, of being inside you. You’ve dabbled in it here and there, but it never went as perfectly as it did in pornos. He’d drop his phone and forget it, or you would straight up ignore the damn device as you went all in on yourself.

But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

you what’s this about?

You decide to play it safe, because as exciting as the image of Jungkook at his computer chair, cock hard and angry at the thought of you, fluffy hair ruffled in that way you adored, jaw twitching and tightening as he touched himself, moaned deep and rough and just how you liked and—

As nice as that image was, for all you knew this vague message was Jungkook sending you a picture from a week ago to purposefully fuck with you at work.

jungkook♡ what time u get off? jungkook♡ miss you bad baby

Your stomach flips, and it takes everything in you to not squeal and bounce between the shelves like a toddler on a sugar rush. Here was your boyfriend, the cutest, sweetest boy, sending you dirty pictures of himself and telling you how much he needed you. Yes, YOU, not some random on the street, or someone else in a club, Jungkook needed pleasure and that pleasure could only come from you.

You glance back down the aisle again, checking your surroundings for the second time that day. You’ve been standing here, stock cart empty for a little over five minutes now, so it’s probably best to change location lest your manager come barking down your neck. You send one quick text before heading off for stock again.

you 4pm :(

Your phone dings again just as you’re leaving the stockroom, but you decide to check it once you get to the hygiene aisle you need to work on next. Still, the prospect of Jungkook having texted you has you walking with a skip in your step, one your coworker teases you about when you pass by her.

jungkook♡ fuck jungkook♡ tell me what panties youre wearing jungkook♡ please ?

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at the tone you’d picked up from his message. There was no doubt he’d been riled up for a while now, and you wonder if he sat through his usual Saturday morning streams with his cock hard, pushed against the edge of his desk like you knew he did when such things happened. The thought has you nearly fumbling with a bottle of aloe vera.

you seamless black thong you the one you bought me at the last vs sale

Briefly, you wonder if you should have lied and told him you were wearing that red lace set he’d given you last Valentine’s Day, the one he’d bought with his first big YouTube check. But the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like Jungkook is that you could have told him you were wearing grandma undies and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet.

jungkook♡ mm jungkook♡ tiny ones u ruined last time?

You set your phone down, speed stock a row of sunscreen like you’re on some shelf stocking national competition, before daring to text Jungkook again. Your cheeks are still warm, and your hand tightens dangerously around a bottle of shaving cream.

Before you can formulate some response, he’s sending another one in.

jungkook♡ u soaked those jungkook♡ came fast that day jungkook♡ want u so bad

Your cheeks burn, a little embarrassed that he remembers such details. As with all Victoria’s Secret panties, they were, like Jungkook said, extremely thin. You pause, shift your stance just barely, but you’re definitely wet. Not terribly so, but with this fabric, you’d start to notice it sooner than with others.

you mm you makin me wet bunny

It’s not a complete lie, but knowing Jungkook this is exactly what he needs to hear to get that competitive streak going. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, stocking another section of men’s shaving cream. It takes longer for him to message you back, and you wonder if he got off fine on his own. If it’s over now, at least he provided you with some distraction midway into your shift.

When he texts you again, you’ve almost completely convinced yourself he’s finished, so the Attachment: 1 Video that appears on your lock screen throws you for a loop.

It’s a short clip, no longer than ten seconds, but it has you scrambling to lower the volume on your device as some unsuspecting mother of two wanders past. You flash her your practiced smile, the same one you give all the store’s customers. Not like your boyfriend is jacking it off on your phone, shallow pants filtering out from the speakers.

You turn your phone over carefully after she leaves, try to at least pretend you’re still doing your job as you play the video again.

Sweats are gone, but boxers remain. Legs deliciously exposed, thick thighs with muscles that ripple when he moves. Shirt pulled up just slightly to showcase that broad expanse of tummy, cute belly button and defined abs that tighten with each glide of his palm over the outline of his cock. Your mouth fills with drool at the sight. He was so hot.

Your brain hasn’t even processed it yet, all your energy directed towards your clenched pussy, when he shoots another text.

jungkook♡ im so fckin hard jungkook♡ wanna kiss yuo every where baby jungkook♡ come ove r soon ??

Shutting your eyes and counting to ten doesn’t help ward off the sudden wave of horniness that consumes you, but it does remind you of the job you’re supposed to be doing now. You shake your head, as if the image of Jungkook’s dick throbbing beneath his boxers, low voice in your ear, will magically disappear. It doesn’t, and it plagues you even more when you begin stocking a section of sunscreen, numbly instructing yourself on what to do next. Shaving cream, sunscreen, lotion next, you repeat.

It doesn’t help.

Two minutes later and you’re scrambling for the phone you’d hastily tucked into your apron pocket, tapping your passcode in until your messages with Jungkook are pulled up again.

you after work you promise

Your head is absolutely spinning, the coil in your stomach too tight for you to try and be a functioning member of society. Something in you says to sneak off to the bathroom and call him, but your boss is a little bit of a prick when he wants to be, thinks you take too many bathroom breaks as is.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A curt call of your name has you whirling to face your shelves again, phone tightly pressed against your ribs like maybe it’ll melt into your skin and he won’t see it. At the same time, your sudden fright has you scrambling to turn it off, fingers sloppily pressing against the buttons, hitting the volume like seven times before you eventually feel the familiar click that signals it’s off.

Your boss disappears shortly after, and with his sudden appearance having made every hair on your body stand, you find yourself now slumping against your stock cart. Jesus, that man was a handful to deal with.

The paranoia sticks for a little bit, has you stocking shelf after shelf like a robot until you finish the entire row of hygiene products, back stiff from bending over so much. It’s only when you return to the stockroom ten minutes later that you dare take your phone out again.

A pleasant surprise awaits.

It would appear that during your haste to hide your phone from your boss— Jungkook’s scandalous messages and all —your frantic hands had done something else. A fuzzy picture on your end, a blurry display of lotion bottles you had stacked just before your boss’s impromptu appearance, with no words to accompany them. Normally Jungkook would have ignored that; you frequently sent accidental messages like this, butt texted him, he says.

But there’s something about Jungkook’s horny brain that makes him do stupid things, makes him blow up your phone with a series of question marks, call you four times, whine and fuss in your message thread, and eventually, send you probably the oddest image to date.

jungkook♡ ??? jungkook♡ ????what is that jungkook♡ baby please jungkook♡ I don’t get it ??

jungkook♡ Missed Call (4)

jungkook♡ baby jungkook♡ what does it mean jungkook♡ please ur drivign me insane jungkook♡ jsut wanna hear yuor voice jungkook♡ fuck please just

And then, there’s another one of those cursed Attachment: 1 Image messages.

You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. You’ve been dating Jungkook for a few months now, know he had that sort of unique personality most college dropouts turned YouTubers do. But every now and then the absurdity of his actions makes you question him still, makes you wonder what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his to warrant such ideas, makes him balance a bottle of body lotion on the thick outline of his cock like this.

Unlike the first few images, this one was taken in front of a mirror. The blinding fluorescent light in his bathroom paints him in a stark color, has every inch of his pretty face on display for you. Rosy cheeks, dewy skin. Perfectly swollen cock straining beneath his grey boxers, curved up against his hip. Shirt pulled up, finally freeing that expanse of muscles on his abdomen, cute little belly button on display once again. The red material is pulled up to his mouth, pearly white teeth biting down on the fabric, and he’s got this flushed expression on his face.

But the real star of the show isn’t his chiseled abdomen or sexy expression, but the sheer hardness of his dick that lets him balance a bottle of body lotion over it, like a fuckin’ shelf or something. He’s so hard, dick so full beneath his boxers. So big too, the little boxers pulled taught around said engorged cock and thick thighs.

Your brain says to laugh, to tease him for being such a clown even when he’s horny as hell. He won’t take it to heart, will probably laugh along with you and you’ll add it to your still growing list of funny memories.

But your caveman libido says call him, so that’s what you do, ducking down behind a new shipment pallet with a squeak as the phone rings. It only lasts four seconds before he picks up, voice breathy and low, but it sounds so loud in the silence of the stockroom.

He doesn’t even let you get a greeting in. “You like my picture, baby?” he husks. It sounds like he’s right there, right beside you, speaking into your ear. Your pussy throbs at the way he sounds. Paired with the picture from before, it has your body tingling all over.

“What the fuck is that?” you hiss, trying to not let the sudden overflow of arousal leak into your words. Jungkook chuckles.

“What?” he huffs. There’s the brief sound of shuffling, the scratchy noise of his phone presumably being pressed against his shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby,” he sighs before you can pretend to reprimand him any further. “Fuck— you, can you just talk to me?” he groans, and the disgusting sound of him spitting into his palm fills your ear.

Your face feels warm, eyes nervously peering across the stockroom like your boss will suddenly appear now of all times to rip you from this important phone call. The anxiety and arousal mix weirdly, have your leg bouncing but every new movement sends a shock up your aching cunt to your chest, and then out to the tips of your fingers.

“You shouldn’t be doing that when I’m at work,” you murmur hurriedly, moving to nervously bite at your finger. Jungkook moans softly.

“Uh huh,” he says.

The air conditioning turns on and you nearly jump out of your own skin. “Kook,” you stress, frazzled by your own burning arousal and the fear of being caught. Like you said. Weird mix. “I— not when I can’t respond.”

He shudders on the line. “You’re responding now,” he points out. You hate when he’s right. Before you can defend yourself, define what a proper response is in this scenario, he’s beating you to the punch. “Baby,” he whimpers, voice so airy yet low, makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, back unconsciously arching. “Couldn’t stop— fuck.”

Your mouth feels dry, all and any form of lecturing fading from your thoughts as you become consumed in Jungkook’s little whines and whimpers. He talks smoothly, a modern day Casanova, and it’s certainly because of that cult-like harem he’s gathered on YouTube. Teenage girls who kiss his ass, tell him he’s cute and dreamy. Make his ego so big.

But then he gets horny and can barely contain that lisp you tease him about, shivers and melts when you put his cock in your mouth. “Couldn't what, bunny?” you mumble, voice drawn tight because now you were really horny, and it was all his fault.

The nickname makes him mewl prettily, your speaker suddenly going scratchy as he fumbles with his phone. “C- Couldn't stop thinking about you— your mouth,” he admits, and now you’re certain he’d sat through that Saturday morning stream like this. “T- Tits,” he adds, lisp slipping through. “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself now was not the time or place to get yourself off. But, well. That didn’t mean you couldn’t get him off. “Sat through your stream like this?” you murmur, circling your kneecap with a trembling finger as if it’ll ward away the raging lust in your abdomen. Jungkook confirms with a breathy moan. “Had all your little fans wondering why you ended so early.”

He groans. “No,” he chokes, voice hot from how much it wavers. “They— I lied,” he confesses out of nowhere, “s- said I had a doctor’s appointment.”

You muffle a giggle into your palm. “Naughty,” you tease. “Too hard to do your job.”

“Just,” he cuts off, voice feathery. He sounds so close and you haven’t even said anything of substantial value yet. “Tell me,” he says quietly, “what to— mmh, what to do.”

A smirk consumes your features. You try to hide it, but there’s no one here anyway so you’re left grinning at an unpacked box of dental floss like a madwoman. “Why?” you inquire playfully, bask in the sad little whimper he responds with. “Shouldn’t you know how to make yourself cum?”

Another groan of frustration, desperation seeping into his tone when he speaks again. “Baby, please,” he begs, and it feels good. Feels nice to have this big YouTuber begging for you like this, whimpering your name like his doesn’t appear on the top 25 most viewed. “Like when you— ah — when you tell me… what to do.”

Your body feels hot, thighs pressing together with each whimper that falls from his lips. “Okay,” you concede, and he audibly moans in relief. “Tip first,” you instruct softly, eyes defocusing as your brain slowly starts to manifest the image of Jungkook spread out on his bed. Thick thighs, grey boxers pulled taught around them, fat cock between his pretty hands, inked knuckles squeezing around his member. You swallow. You can tell exactly when Jungkook does as you say because another muffled moan fills the speaker. “One finger,” you remind him quickly, head spinning from the mere memory of his dick. “Run it… run it over the slit, bunny.”

“Nngh—“ Jungkook sputters. You can only imagine the face he’s making now, the bottom lip he’s bitten raw by now. He does it a lot; it’s a nervous habit. But as sexy as it looks when you’re in bed, you know he has sensitive lips because of it, bleeds easily if he’s too harsh. You have half the mind to remind him about it now, but then he’s hurriedly gasping out for more. “And, and then? Wha— what then, baby?”

He sounds so sweet, melodic voice dripping with honey. “Touch your balls,” you say a little breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze,” you add, “just roll your palm over them.” Your palm squeezes against your thigh, as if it’s remembering the feel of his body, the soft skin between his thighs when you’re down there. He gets so jittery, thick thighs nearly crushing you if you drag him along too much. “O- Other hand on your cock,” you stumble, thighs squeezed together. “Stroke yourself just like I do, bunny.”

Jungkook complies. “Just like you?” he mumbles, suddenly sounds farther away. As if he’s dropped his phone off to the side. “Fffuck,” he grunts, “m- mouth is so pretty.”

“Hm?” you inquire, so consumed with tampering down your growing arousal for a second that you miss his sentence.

Jungkook’s breath stutters, and for a moment you’re met with the wet squelch of his cock in his hand. And then, “pretty mouth… make me— make me wanna see you cry.”

You bite your lip. “Why,” you say tentatively, finally caving in with a hand fluttering over the front seam of your jeans. Not a question, more of a gentle nudge for him to spill his thoughts.

“Be- Because,” he cries, fucking into his hand. He sounds closer and closer. You have to wonder just how long he had been riled up. It’s been a while since his first message, he was probably desperate by now. “Y- You’re so nice,” he cries, and the sentiment, though oddly out of place, makes your heart squeeze with adoration for the boy on the line. “Wanna be,” he groans, “wanna be so fucking mean to you, baby.”

The sudden change of tone makes you choke on a moan, hand pressing against your mound like it’ll somehow penetrate the thick material of your jeans and give you the sensations you crave. As it stands, it’s a muted feeling you get instead. When your hands fail, his voice compensates. “Fffuck, don’t you— don’t you think about it too?”

Admittedly, no.

Jungkook had always been a gentleman in bed. Always cared for your needs before his own, went out of his way to make you feel pampered and adored during your most vulnerable moments. Contrary to what his online persona might say, he was a good boy. Sweetest boy you knew, touched you like you were made of glass.

So to suddenly learn of this dream— fantasy? kink? —of his that you would certainly enjoy equally as much, well. It made you whimper into your palm, eyes worriedly flickering toward the stockroom’s entrance.

“Why?” you whisper, feeling like a broken doll repeating the same phrase over and over again. You’re suddenly aware of how hot everything was. Your polo felt sticky against your spine, apron too tight, jeans too stuffy. How long had you been hiding in here for? You don’t even know. Hopefully your absence on the floor had gone unnoticed.

Jungkook pants into the line; everything sounds so sticky and wet on his end, hand undoubtedly working away at his cock. “Shit,” he curses, doesn’t really answer your question until you prod a second time. “I- I like it,” he stammers. “When you… fuck, when you look small.” He elaborates before you can even ask, breath heavy and drawn out. He was so close. “When your mouth… when it hurts,” he says, thoughts a scrambled mess. “Like when you— when you cry because my cock is— it’s too big for you.”

A blatant ego boost you’ll ignore for now. Not like you can focus on too many things right now anyway. “Your cock is big, bunny,” you agree softly instead. Your legs feel cramped from crouching so long, so you push yourself to your feet. Except then you’re made aware of how fucking wet you are, panties soaked from the phone call with your boyfriend. You shift and they stick to your folds, make you release a shaky exhale that Jungkook doesn’t miss.

“I— you’re wet,” he says boldly, and this time your meek confirmation isn’t a lie. Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I—“ cut off by his own whiny cry, probably bucking into his hand like a madman by now. “Wanna, wanna kiss you everywhere,” he says, a call back to his earlier message. Your legs feel like jello. You want him to kiss you everywhere too— lips, tits, cunt that is dripping for him now.

“I- I’ll be over soon,” you stammer, feeling like you’ll pass out if he carries on any further. He sounds so good on the line, soft pants, rough growls. You can’t possibly listen anymore, not when you’re so wet and horny in the middle of your shift. “Just,” you pause, can’t get the image of his pretty cock out of your mind. Every blink makes it more vivid, reminds you of the vein on the underside, the exact shade of the tip.

“What?” Jungkook hisses, voice higher than usual, parts of it lost under the rapid movements of his hand. “Tell me, baby, tell me what to do,” he begs hoarsely, “I’ll do it.” Sounds so desperate and needy, two seconds away from busting all over his hand.

You have to lean against the wall of the stockroom to ground yourself, remind yourself you’re not in the same situation as Jungkook and can’t cum in your pants like a teenager. “J- Just cum,” you choke, eyes fluttering shut.

He must’ve been waiting for that command, because the second the words leave your throat he’s filling the line with breathy groans and cries as he comes all over himself, probably ruins his t-shirt. The sounds have your hips unconsciously bucking forward into nothingness, the frustration of not being able to cum with him manifesting in the form of a tiny little sob. Luckily, he doesn’t catch it.

When it’s all said and done, he’s left panting into the receiver, flooding your speaker with breathy sighs that only make you more and more aroused.

“You’re terrible,” you frown, cheeks flushed, body tingling. You flip your wrist over and check the time; it’s been about sixteen minutes since you disappeared from outside. Sixteen minutes of listening to Jungkook touch himself and moan and whine and whimper. Tease you with new possibilities you had never considered before. And now he’s satisfied and you’re not.

Jungkook chuckles, low and tired. The sound shoots straight to your cunt. “Come over after you shift,” he says, as if you’re not planning to fake a severe case of the flu right now in order to get off early and run to his bed. You only had a little less than two hours of your shift left anyway. Not like they paid you well to begin with. Jungkook shifts, releases one of those saccharine groans as he probably snuggles into his bed, all sweaty and worn out. “Want you to fuck my face, baby.”

You frown, counting to ten to calm yourself down. Another few minutes of listless conversation, and you hang up. Your body feels featherlight, a little woozy as you make your way back out into the floor.

Nothing has changed. Customers pour in and out, your boss scolds you for a display you didn’t do, and life inside the store drags on. No one knows that you’re soaking your panties to hell and back, Jungkook’s soothing moans in your ear. Life goes on.

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Fire Dogs: 2

It’s been almost a week since Steve, Sam and Bucky came to fight the wildfires. You’ve got a routine down with the guys, and so does Cooper. You always have food ready for them when they leave and when they come home. Coffee is always ready for them when they leave and Cooper is waiting at the door for them when they get home.

Each man has taken huge comfort from your therapy dog, and he loves all the extra attention he’s getting from the three men. Cooper does force his way into each of their rooms at one time or another over the week and you’ve got a feeling that those won’t be the only time you’re alone on the couch.

Cooper had followed Steve into his room tonight and you’d gone to bed alone.

You wake as you’re being lifted. “What the hell?” You gasp with a start but you’re shushed softly, his scent fills your nose and you calm quickly.

“It’s me Fawn. I’m putting you to bed.” Steve says softly as he carries you up to your bedroom. “I’m gonna share a room with Buck, you can’t keep sleeping on the couch.”

“No, you’re fighting the fires. I’m just hanging out here.”

“And getting up at all hours to take care of us.” He argues as you try to get out of his grip. “Fawn, I’m not backing down from this one.” He says, his Alpha coming out as he tightens the hold he has on you, his face is close to yours, close enough for you to see the little flecks of green in those blue eyes of his. You sigh and loop an arm around his neck,

“Fine.” You grumble, you’ve heard the Alpha command in his voice, the voice that you literally can’t argue with. “But wouldn’t it make more sense for Sam and Bucky to share?”

“You’d think. If they have too much together time they get snippy. So I’ll just bounce between the two beds.”

“Are you sure?” You hope to change his mind but his face tells you that isn’t happening.

“Yes. You’ve opened your home to us, let us borrow your dog and taken care of us. You deserve your bedroom.” He says shoving open the door with his foot. He sets you gently on your feet and then gives you a soft smile. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He leaves and closes the door gently behind him. You climb into your bed and sigh softly, it is nice being back in your bed. Not that you’ll ever tell Steve that. It smells like him, it’s comforting and you fall asleep quickly.

You’re up a couple hours later, you pass a sleepy looking Steve in the hallway and a slightly confused Cooper. You head down the stairs and get some coffee going for Sam and pop the blueberry bagel he likes into the toaster. Then you move on to Bucky’s food. You take the plate you’d prepared the night before out of the fridge and peel off the cover. You turn the oven on warm and slide the plate in then go back up to bed and find Cooper sprawled out across it,

“Move over Coop.” You grumble as you climb back into bed. You’re asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

The next time you wake it’s 8:30 and you’ve got to get food ready for Steve. You can hear him in the shower as you head back down to the kitchen. You like to make a full breakfast for the first meal to make sure that they don’t get hungry too quickly while they’re working. Today you’re planning on doing breakfast burritos, something that you can each assemble on your own. Steve comes down a half hour later, just as you’re wrapping up your own burrito.

“How did you sleep?” He asks reaching for a shell.

“Pretty good, Cooper is a bed hog.”

“I’ve noticed he likes to be almost on top of you when he sleeps with you.”

“Part of his training. The weight can help people with anxiety or stress and you all have such high stress jobs.”

“We really appreciate both of you. You sound like the best host from what we’ve heard from the other guys.”

“I’ve always been a caregiver so it’s nice having people to help. Even if I can’t help in the same way that you guys do.”

“Believe me, knowing that we can come home to a bed, good food, a kind soul and a therapy dog is more help than you’ll ever know.” You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face,

“Good. Any requests for dinner tonight?”

“Something pasta?” He offers finishing off his breakfast.

“Okay.” You agree and hold a hand out for his plate.

“Thank you, for everything.” You nod as he stands up and heads for the door.

“Be safe.” You blurt before you can stop yourself.

“I will.” He says, a pleased scent rolls off of him before he heads out to work. Your conversation with him has given you an idea, but you’re going to need some help.

You get to calling other therapy dog handlers in the area. You know that it’s a big ask for them to come to the base of the mountain when it’s on fire but it’s for a good cause. You’ll set up with as many dogs for as many shifts as you can, every couple of days to give the dogs a bit of a break, the handlers too but mostly the dogs.

You’re able to get fifteen people in the area and you have two dogs per shift, even the 4 am shift. You’re able to rotate the dogs in a couple of shifts, so that no one is going too often and the dogs can get a little bit of a break.

You’re so excited that you’re able to do this for them, and you get to start today. You decide to head to basecamp to let Steve know. You want to make sure that the firefighters stop at Blots coffee shop before they head back to their homes tonight. You head toward base camp, it’s only a few miles up the mountain and park near one of the trails you know that skirts the forest. The smoke is worse here than it is near your house but it’s not terrible. You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder then make your way up toward Pancho’s Bar where you know they run the fire fighting operation.

As you walk the air gets thicker with smoke, it’s not so bad that you can’t breathe but you can taste the smoke on every inhale. Before you get to Pancho’s you see Steve a little further down the street talking to two other firefighters. He seems so much bigger in all of his gear, as you make your way toward him he sees you and his brows furrow. He pushes past the other firefighters and makes his way to you with long strides.

“Fawn?”

“Hey,” you say and Steve looks, almost worried.

“Fawn, what are you doing up here? Is everything okay?”

“I’ve got a surprise for the firefighters. Down in town.” You tell him suppressing a cough, “I didn’t want anyone to miss it so I thought I’d come up.”

“Oh, hey Grey.” You have to stop yourself from frowning at Brock, he’s such a jerk and his smell is always so sour.

“Brock.” You say before you start to cough.

“C’mere,” Steve says pulling his face mask away from him you step closer and when he hands it to you you take it. “Take a couple of deep breaths for me okay?” He says and cool fresh air tinted with his scent flows into the mask that you hold over your mouth and nose. It soothes you more than you’d like it to. “The smoke is way worse up here. You should head back to town.”

“Please let people know to come down to Blots for the surprise okay?”

“So how do you know Grey?” You do frown this time.

“Sam, Bucky and I are staying at her place.” Steve says gruffly not looking at Brock but keeping an eye on you. You hand Steve back the mask and give him a little smile. “I’ll make sure to tell people. Please go right back to town.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Bye Grey!” Brock calls and before you can leave Steve stops you with a gentle hand on your arm.

“Why does he keep calling you that?”

“Because I’m boring. Like the color grey, there’s nothing exciting about me.” Anger crosses his face and he glares in Brock’s direction.

“That isn’t-“ he pauses as you cough again and he once more passes you his mask, “breathe.” You do as he says, “we’ll talk about this back at the house. But that’s not true okay? It’s not true.” You nod then hand back the mask. “How did you even get up here?”

“There’s a trail that Coop and I use a lot, on the edge of the woods and it’s quick and easy.”

“Straight home okay?”

“Yea.” You agree before realizing that he’s just given you an Alpha command, you glance over your shoulder at him and when you see he’s watching give him a little wave before you start walking back down the mountain. You feel his eyes on you until you round the corner. The wind has picked up a bit since you’d come up but it’s nice, and moving the smoke further up hill. It probably doesn’t make fighting the fires easier but at least it’s not pushing anything downhill.

You hear the crack but it doesn’t register until it’s too late. The branch hits you in the shoulder and you collapse under the weight of it.

You’re dazed, you must’ve hit your head because it’s throbbing but you’re not sure if you’ve lost consciousness or not. Your right arm is pinned under the massive branch and your left has some wiggle room but not enough to do you any good, especially with the throbbing pain in your left shoulder. You try to push with your legs to slide yourself out from under the branch but have no luck. Your phone is in your right pocket, right where you can’t reach it. But your watch might be able to help you still.

“Friday?” It beeps twice, “call Steve.” He’s the first person you think of.

“Calling Steve on Stark Phone.”

“Call him on watch!” You say but it doesn’t. “Damn it!” You watch the watch until it says connected. “Steve! I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m pinned under a branch. Halfway to my car. God please be able to hear me. I can’t reach my phone. I really need help.” You take a steadying breath to try and keep yourself calm. “Go down the hill by the forest, you can’t miss me. Please help.” You try to free yourself again but it’s hopeless, the branch is too heavy and you manage nothing.

God you hope that Steve heard you, or that his voicemail did. You don’t know how long you lay there, occasionally struggling against the branch but you suddenly hear him.

“Fawn!”

“Steve! I’m here!”

“Fawn! Keep yelling Honey!”

“I’m here! By the woods! Steve!” You can’t see him yet but you swear that you can smell him, so you keep yelling, “I’m here! Over here!”

“I see you Fawn! I’m coming.” Sure enough a set of hands lift the log off of you and another set pulls you out from under it. “Don’t move.” Steve says easing you gently back onto the ground. “Did you hit your head?”

“I don’t know. I think so?”

“Buck, check for concussion.” He orders from where he’s holding your head.

“Bucky? What time is it?”

“Almost 7. Sam called about an hour ago, but I didn’t answer because I was busy. When you called I knew something was wrong.”

“Steve calm down.” Bucky growls pulling a flashlight from his pocket.

“I feel like such an idiot.” You whisper as Steve takes a deep breath. Bucky shines a flashlight in your eyes then holds up a finger.

“Follow the finger.” He says and you do as he says and he gives you a smile. “You’re good.”

“I’m just glad we found you.” Steve says softly. “And that you’re okay. Does anything hurt before we move you?”

“My left shoulder but that’s what the branch hit first.”

“I’m going to just check it really quick okay?” Bucky says and you nod, he gently probes at your shoulder. He hits where the branch did and you hiss at the jolt of pain, a low growl comes from Steve. Bucky runs you through a couple of moves to see if it’s dislocated and once he’s satisfied that it’s not he gives you the all clear and Steve helps you to your feet.

“Buck, let Fury know I’m going back with Fawn.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Last time I let you go alone you got hit by a branch.”

“That’s what we call a freak accident.”

“I’m still not letting you go alone.”

“But you’ll miss the surprise!”

“I’m staying with a therapy dog. I don’t need to go meet other ones.” He huffs, you can practically feel the irritation rolling off of him. You frown but he has a point, you glare up at him, “Let’s go Fawn.”

“Stop it.” You snap, even though your stomach lurches at your defiance of his Alpha command.

“Stop what?”

“You keep Alpha commanding me!” He looks surprised for just a second then schools his expression.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly, “I didn’t mean to. When an Omega does something dangerous it just kind of happens.” You stare at him, how the hell does he know you’re an Omega?

“I’m not an Omega. I’m a Beta.” He looks sharply over at you his eyes narrowing.

“Huh,” he doesn’t say anything else but gestures for you to follow him down the mountain.

When you get to your car you look over at Steve, still in all his gear.

“Do you need to go get anything?”

“Buck can drive the truck back rather than getting a ride. Do you want me to drive?”

“If you don’t mind.” You hand him the keys, you’ve got one hell of a headache and your shoulder is throbbing but Bucky gave you the okay to go. After you get in the car and buckle you sigh softly before muttering, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“Causing problems. I was just so excited about the dogs that I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have gone up.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” He agrees, “I had a big long speech ready for you but you beat me to it.” You laugh softly then wince, laughing hurts. “Let me know if we need to take you to the ER.”

“I will.”

“If you’re comfortable I’d like to take a look at your shoulder and probably ribs before we go to bed. Bucky is our best EMT but I still know what I’m doing.”

“Fine,” you grumble and he shoots you a look. “I’ve learned over the last week it’s just easier not to argue with you. Besides, I don’t need you Alpha commanding me again.”

“Damn right it’s best not to argue with me. But I won’t Alpha command you to do anything, at least I won’t on purpose. Please let me know if I do again okay?”

“Oh, okay.” You’re surprised, but you do appreciate it.

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