#at the very least he doesn't want to be in the state he currently is at anymore

[northwest-cryptid]

So I realize that a lot of people might take this response in bad faith, and while I don't have a catch-all answer to the problem. I do want to state a few things I've seen and that I fear we in the left are chronically bad about. I genuinely hope that people won't view this as some ignorant idiot running their mouth; and rather as someone who's looking to help, because what I'm going to ask of you sounds a little accusatory.

A big thing is that you have to stop with the generalization. I've heard people say "but they do it" and "but it IS most of them" and such. I get it, I get it but you can't say "Cis, Straight, White Men are bad" and then expect the good Cis, Straight, White Men to still stand up for you. I've always been told "but the good ones won't care!" Yes, they will.

I was once told by a Rightwinger on a forum that "the Left are a powerful force in converting people to be conservative." When I asked him about what he meant exactly; he explained (with the use of far too many slurs and insults I'll be omitting) that essentially when otherwise Left-Leaning individuals see the way Leftists talk about them or people like them, it's very easy for Rightwingers to sweep in and basically say "we're not going to judge you like that." Of course they hide the fact they will judge you in other ways, but for that moment; they are a beacon of shelter from the otherwise very loud mob of Leftists who would deem you literally the most inherently bad person for being... a cis man.

Am I saying you have to go out there and start forgiving every bigot, humoring every fuckboy; stop holding sexists accountable for their bullshit? Absolutely not. In fact, what I'm asking you to do is stop firing a shotgun at a target that can only be hit properly with a sniper rifle. I'm asking you to stop giving the bad actors a scapegoat. I'm asking you to be specific.

If you take a young man, who doesn't have any concept of things like gender identity, the patriarchy, homophobia, etc. You take that young man and you look him in the eyes and you tell him:

"Men are a disgusting and violent gender, men do not deserve respect. The only good man is a fictional man. All men deserve to be treated poorly, women shouldn't have to put up with men. Cis men are the worst. Straight Cis Men should go to hell."

He's going to become a conservative rightwinger, because at least they won't hate him for being a man. They'll just hate him for being the wrong kind of man. It's easier for that man to seek acceptance through forcing others to be below him, than for him to accept that he is inherently a problem. If you instead literally word it as:

"Sexists and bigots, who would view women as nothing more than objects are disgusting. Anyone who would look down on, and see someone as lesser because of their race, gender identity, or sexuality does not deserve respect."

Well now he's not a target. Because he doesn't see women that way, he doesn't have racist thoughts; he's not currently a bad person and you're not talking about him. Now I know that a lot of people say "but I'm NOT talking about people like that!" I know that, you know that; you know who doesn't know that? The young man who's reading your posts, the young man who hears you at the store, the young man who read your forum response 3 months ago. What they see, plain as day is "men are a problem" and they're going to seek shelter from that.

Unfortunately for everyone involved; the shelter they end up finding so many times is conservative rightwingers. There are tons of people you can hear talk about this on youtube and forums, people who got indoctrinated because they would rather be praised for being a man than hated for it.

Now you might not talk this way, a lot of people don't; but a lot of other people DO. I see a lot of "the only good man is a trans man" or "the only good man is a fictional man" type posts, and even if you want to say it's just a meme or it's all a joke. You need to understand that when you speak generally, a man, especially a young man is going to see that and react to it. It's going to shape their idea of how the Left, who you represent to them whether you want to or not; see them.

If a young man who currently is unaligned on either side of the political spectrum sees a bunch of gay and trans people shitting on men for simply "being men" and not for the patriarchy, not for the sexism, not for male privilege and all that. Not actually educating anyone, not speaking out about the injustice; not discussing toxic masculinity or anything that may even shine a light on the issues people face. Just saying "men suck" and leaving it at that. Only to then see a bunch of Rightwingers saying all those gays and trans people are stupid and they are bad people and they hate men for no reason. That young man is going to make a no-effort decision in that moment to side with the people who do not openly hate him.

It's genuinely that easy for someone to become indoctrinated. Once they're in, they're rewarded for thinking less, promoting the ideals that promise them a higher spot on the social ladder; and generally following the mentality that Leftists are bad, and Rightwingers are good. They keep digging themselves into that hole trying to find a place they belong, somewhere they won't be hated; somewhere they don't need to feel guilty and wrong for just being who they are. Until they learn that the Right also thinks they're bad and wrong, they're a "beta" because they haven't fucked someone yet, they're a "soyboy" if they're not benching 200 pounds, making six figures, and banging a new girl each week. So now the urge for acceptance has shifted. Being a man means nothing if you're not "the right kind of man" if you're not an alpha, if you're not a sigma male then you're not good enough.

Go figure now they start viewing women as objects. That's not a woman, that's a ticket to not being a beta virgin anymore. She can be bought, she can be manipulated because he's an "alpha" he has money, he has control; he's a man. He's been taught all of this, he's been taught that "bitches don't matter." He's been told that working out and having money can get him any woman he wants. He's been taught women are dumb, that they're materialistic; that they don't matter outside of being a quick fuck. If someone tells him off, or doesn't like him it's because "she's a crazy bitch." I was once told "men don't have friends, men have competition." This is how they're taught.

So now you approach this man in some attempt to help him understand the faults in his ways. The problem is he's been convinced for the last so many odd years that by simply being a Leftist, or by being gay, or by being trans; you're wrong. Before a single word leaves you mouth. Because "all Leftists are special snowflakes who just get triggered by everything." Which unfortunately the internet has "proved" to him because of those videos of gay people screaming at cameras, or posts that generalize all straight/white/cis men to be bad people.

Again, this isn't some catch all solution. It's not going instantly turn the tide or something, but you have to stop using general terms. Be specific; don't say "men" say "Sexists" if what you mean is "sexist men" then say "sexist men." Because when you just say "men" you do imply "all men, including you; the man reading this." Whether that's what you mean or not. I don't believe that men are inherently born with a want for things like sexism and racism. I really don't believe men are some inherent evil born with bad intentions. I believe it's a combination of the way the popular culture tells them they should be something great; and the way the Left tell them they're a horrible person for how they were born. That's a fast track for becoming a "Crypto Hitler."

I cannot tell you how many genuine conversations I've been able to have with Rightwingers, where I've been able to sort of get them to see my side of things even just a little. Because I didn't point a finger at larger audiences. I was talking to a man on a forum just a few days ago about the inherent issue of sexism in an abortion ban. I made sure to use the word "sexists" and the word "men" as separate entities. When I was discussing how men have bodily autonomy that women don't, I would say just that; when I mentioned that sexists want to control a woman's body I would also say just that. He still mentioned several times "Well I never said I wanted to do that." To which I had to point out to him that I never said he did, I said Sexists did; so if he wasn't in fact Sexist then the shoe doesn't fit.

My goal in all of that was to absolve him of blame; but only so long as he didn't fit the bill for the sort of people who deserved the blame. I let him see it as a matter of simple fact. No different than saying "if you didn't shoot this man then you're not the murderer." I didn't say "everyone with a gun shot this man and therefore everyone with a gun, including you; is in fact the murderer." Because doing so would cause nothing but argument. Rather I treated the whole thing as though he couldn't have possibly been at fault right? By the end of it he came out of it saying that abortion still goes against his religious beliefs; but that he can understand how it's specifically a women's issue; and how there should be further discussion about the effects of abortion as a treatment that could potentially save lives. Crazy how that works right? I got a Rightwinger to admit that hey, abortion isn't an issue men should be speaking on. All because I ensured that he didn't feel as though I was pointing a finger specifically at HIM as a man, for being the problem; and instead let him come to the conclusion of whether or not he specifically fit the mold of a "sexist" or a "man." He told me that I was a lot smarter than "those autistic leftists" but he never knew I in fact am an autistic Leftist. That's literally just because in his mind he knows what an "Autistic Leftist" is, what they will say; how they will act, how they'll react. By not being that stereotype; he couldn't just label me some buzzword and write off what I was saying. In his eyes I was a man with a wife and was merely concerned over the safety of our wives and daughters.

Sometimes that's what it takes to make someone see things your way, if I explained to him that I'm a pansexual genderfluid individual who never intends to have children and just believes women should have the right to bodily autonomy for the sake of bodily autonomy the same as cis men have; well he'd probably write me off immediately.

I'm not saying you have you hide who you are, I'm not saying you have to appeal to their bigoted whims and humor their insults. However I am saying that you need to conduct yourself in a way that's going to show young men that you care about them too. That even the young cis white straight men have a place in a Leftist society; that they won't be hated for simply being true to themselves, how they identity; and how they love. That what we want is equality for everyone; and specifically what rights they have for simply being those things, that the rest of us don't for simply being who and what we are.

tl;dr We can save a lot of young men from becoming Crypto Hitlers if we actually stop talking about men in general like they're already Crypto Hitlers.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

[herefortheships]

One great thing that can come out of Beetlejuice 3 ending with Lydia and Betelgeuse married, is that they can continue the story as a show if they want to, later on. An animated show, is what I mean, about Betelgeuse, Lydia, and Astrid. I could watch an animated series about their little family getting into all kinds of Neitherworld shenanigans.

[ross-hollander]

Reasons for new...

...'mechs getting invented in Battletech (incomplete list):

We invented a new gun and it doesn't actually fit on anything we currently have, so we need a new 'mech to go with it.

Situation: there are five 'mechs competing to cover a certain role. "Let's make a 'mech dedicated to perfectly covering that role!" Situation: there are six 'mechs competing to cover a certain role.

Oh boy, we (traded for/scavenged/were conquered but got access to/simply stole/etc.) Clan tech, let's see what we can make with this stuff!

Hey, you know [attempted horrible prototype 'mech]? Let's make that, but better this time.

Hey, you know [perfectly functional 'mech made by another company]? We could totally [add/subtract] like, a quarter-ton of armor, change up the name, bam, our own new 'mech.

We've got a war on our hands, a tractor factory, several thousand tons of metal for prototypes and a dream.

We are running low on our stock of [good 'mech], let's build something that's about roughly kind of decent enough to pad out the numbers.

My uncle works for [state army] and he said I can build all the BattleMechs I want, so there.

We made a Superheavy 'mech! A Size 5! A titan of war! Yes it's very practical and actually worth the trouble it takes to deploy it instead of just about twelve regular-sized 'mechs, really, I pinky promise it :)

You see Perry the Platypus, when I was a young boy in Gimmelshtump, the infantrymen would always bully me. Every day they launched their little rockets at me and stole my lunch money and said, "oh, there goes the 'mechjock, there goes the tin can brigade!" And when I stomped on them they would make the least satisfying sounds- you know how, like, with leaves, you always except a very nice sort of crunch but sometimes it's just like a- a- [platypus sound] -yes, exactly, words right out of my mouth! Anyways, it was like that. Now, with my Infantry Obliteratinator 3,151,000, it is I, Perry the Platypus, who will bully every infantryman in the pan-Successor-State Area!

[sunsetsover]

imagine my face last night when i (extensive history of suicidal ideation) (has chronically felt lonely and unloved for my whole life) (daughter of an alcoholic) (biggest fear for most of my life was ending up an alcoholic) (has actually witnessed someone drink themselves to death) (also actively drunk at the time) sat down to watch episode four of only friends only for the episode to open with ray trying to kill himself because he felt so unloved and lonely and was petrified of ending up like his mum, who later in the episode was revealed to have drunk herself to death. just imagine my face.

[r3ynah]

I Can be everything and anything, at once

A 27 years old Phantom was challenged to a bet, by his co-workers at the watchtower. Green lantern stated along with the the other heroes that If he could help every single one of them at least once in a month while not using any his powers and he also had to be physically and mentally there as he helps them. the cherry on top was that he needed to use his real identity instead of his ghost form in this mission.

If Phantom successfully conceals his civilian identity, while helping them, he gets to know everyone's deepest darkest secrets.

But if he loses, he must do everyone a favor and must keep it no matter how outrageous it is.

Ofcourse Phantom agreed, because he was no bitch, okay so maybe he is, he only accepts bets like this if he knows that'll he'll win. so yeah.

Besides, having no powers for this, is really a piece of cake, if you're a raging gender fluid that knows his way around makeup and can easily change the sound of his voice, to be honest the shapeshifting parts that he got from his powers are basically just add-ons.

Well what was he waiting for? afterall he needed all the blackmail he could get, not as Phantom but as Daniel James Fucking Fenton, this was an opportunity to go batshit crazy and he was absolutely stealing it.

The very first hero Danny approached to help was Wonder Woman, who thanked Danny who was now disguised as a woman wearing a long ass Red wig, and some clothes he "borrowed" from Jazz who just joked about Danny being her twin, and wished him luck.

"Thank you, young lady for your brave actions to help me." Wonder woman sincerely thanked the boy in disguise as she held both of Danny's hands as gratitude "may I ask the name of my savior? "

"My name's El, It's a pleasure to know you." Danny smiled a little wider.

The second was Flash, which Danny found completely amusing because of the way he helped the speedy hero, who tripped while patrolling around the city.

Danny who was now in a more gothic attire( thanks to Sam's help) caught the hero's wrist before he embarrassingly fell face first on the ground.

"You okay there sir?" Danny asked, as he kept a firm grip on the man's wrist to make sure he doesn't fall.

Meanwhile Flash who thought he was in those korea tv romance dramas only blue screened for a few seconds before finally get his shit together. "yeah- um- name's Flash, and you are?"

The hero tripped on his own words, making Danny amused as fuck. "James, it was nice to finally meet you"

Okay, about like three weeks in, and Danny managed to help almost everyone in the watchtower, and only a few more to go,( he didn't get why most of the heroes he helped either started to stutter or blue screen in their spot once they talk to him. like damn is this how all of you treat every civilian who interacts with you? that's just sad) but at this time, Dan and Elle found out, and were now demanding to join, with the excuse of basically being Danny but in alternate or clone form, which Danny had no choice but to give in, I mean he wasn't breaking any rules so technically this was alright.

Danny wanted to take a break so Dan took over this time.

currently Nightwing was observing the outside of the gala, Bruce was invited to, something about a bunch of drugs being hidden within the crowd, and was now being passed around.

He intently remained focused on his observation, while also keeping a conversation with Oracle and the others on the comms, he didn't realize that he was too far off the edge of the railing he was standing on, until he missed a step.

Nightwing would never admit that he let a quiet squeal to his siblings ever as he fell, he closed his eyes and braced for impact, he would never expect to fall into the arms of a man 3x bigger than him, he stared at the man, and the man stared at him. 'holy shit' Nightwing thought.

The man, chuckled making Nightwing internally scream. "When I wished for Desiree, to make someone from above to save me from this trash party, I didn't think it would be one of the birds of gotham, to come and fall for me let alone the handsome one."

Okay Nightwing was now full on red from blushing, he was put down gently by the man on the ground, before offering a handshake, once Nightwing accepted the handshake, Dan pulled the hand closer to his mouth then gave a quick peck on the back of the hand vigilante's hand. "My name's Dan Masters, it's a pleasure to meet you."

his siblings can eat dirt on how they were teasing Nightwing Right now, but this was fucking worth it.

And the last to have gotten help from Danny was John Constantine, Danny actually had a reason on why he saved John for last, and that's because John actually knows Danny's identity, so for this mission he asked the help of his daughter Elle.

Elle had helped John by fixing a ruined summoning circle, who also helped him negotiate with a demon, and somehow all day, Elle just stuck to Constatine's side, her explanation? 'He'll die without me' fair point John thought as he took the kid, to order ice cream and to hangout in the park.

"You know kid, you remind me of someone." Constantine stated while keeping his eyes on what's infront of him, which was just a bunch of trees.

Elle who sat next to him, still eating her Ice cream looked up at him and said. "Really?"

"Yeah like you two literally have the same aura and all just a little different, but I don't know who yet." He replied and ruffled the kid's hair. making the girl laugh.

"Hey John!" Danny greeted behind them, and then all the gears inside of Constantine's head began to work. he let out a groan as he realized the girl beside him was the clone of the man behind him, well he needed to kiss that secret of his goodbye. here on this spot right now or he'll die of embarrassment if he waited any longer.

"Danny, let's go on a date." Constantine stated, not facing the Man.

this comment made the Father and Daughter choke on literal air.

[redr0sewrites]

Sick!Hazbin Hotel x Reader Hcs

i love reverse comfort sm. im also currently being brutally murdered by allergies but i prefer comforting others so here we are

🥀 Cw: fluff, crack, teensy bit of angst with comfort

🥀 Pairing(s): Lucifer x reader, Alastor x reader, Vox x reader, Adam x reader

Lucifer:

sick? him? please, the king of hell doesn't get sick!

thats what he claims anyways

lucifer brushes nearly everything off as just plain allergies, he could literally have a 103 fever and be shaking on the floor and would still be pouting and saying he's fine

the thing about him tho is that he's easy to take care of- after a little coaxing lucifer just sighs and nods glumly before pretty much submitting himself to your care

once he's admitted hes sick tho, he wants you around him 24/7

lucifer wants cuddles, hugs, kisses, he just gets so clingy when he's feeling under the weather

THIS MAN LITERALLY BURNS UP WHEN HE'S SICK ITS ALWAYS THE LITTLE ONES WITH THE HIGHEST RAGING FEVERS THAT LAST FOR DAYS like he'll be sweating and shivering and crying he gets hit HARD when he's sick and it happens so suddenly too- like one day he's fine and then the next he looks like he's one small wind away from collapsing

he lowkey feels bad about asking for things when he's sick so he'll say something offhand like "yk im in the mood for soup" and hopes you get the message

ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE TO GET FEVER DREAMS AND START RAMBLING WHEN HES SICK

like he'll wake up from a nap and still be half asleep and he just starts genuinely rambling about literally the most obscure things

lucifer definitely gets nightmares even when he isn't sick, but when hes feeling like shit and is so delirious he can't tell reality from fiction? be prepared for him to wake up crying and shaking, he just gets so so scared :(

lucifer feels bad about you taking care of him and wants to help, but will lowkey end up pushing himself too hard. PLEASE reassure him and tell him it's alright he'll literally melt

once its all over, lucifer will genuinely trust you more after you saw him in such a vulnerable state and is much more likely to come to you instead of hiding how he's feeling in the future

Alastor:

alastor? weak? lmao no

he would literally rather die than admit he's sick like he would literally just keep pushing on

alastor is one of those people that has an iron immune system like he VERY rarely gets sick but when he does its like torture

to even be alastor's partner you'd have to know him for a long time and you'd probably be able to read him pretty well (at least compared to other people), yet even you sometimes miss his sickness in the earlier stages

alastors biggest tell tale sign of being sick? exhaustion. he very rarely sleeps on the regular, but when he's sick that all catches up to him

he also gets more irritable and a little less composed, he'd be more prone to getting angry and would lash out if anyone asked if he was ok

alastors ears would also be turned back slightly, like most animals do when they're being aggressive, but its pretty much only obvious to people who know him closely

alastor never wants to be vulnerable or weak but you notice that his eyelids keep drifting of their own accord, and how irritable he's been, and it clicks to you that he's obviously not feeling well

approach him about it in private, while alastor does trust you he still doesn't want others to knowm

no matter how much you try he will not lay down, take medicine, or do anything (at least at first)

alastor genuinely thinks that he can just push through on his own and lowkey thinks you're worrying too much

however after two weeks of pure suffering and exhaustion, combined with no sleep and your irritation at his lack of will to take care of himself, alastor finally breaks

he'd prob come to your room at like 4 in the morning and just curl up on the edge of the bed, shivering a little but staying quiet

you wake up to him fast asleep, his ears twitching every once and a while as he rests peacefully near you

get a cool towel and lay it on his forehead to break the fever, and he'll just keep sleeping

he probably wouldn't wake up for at least a few hours, months of lost sleep are catching up to him at this point, giving you the opportunity to make him some soup and medicine

alastor will stir a little when you get out of bed but wont wake up, but once he does wake up he wants you to come back

when he's sick he wants you to be nearby, alastor isn't the touchiest person and being sick makes him feel gross, so he wouldn't want to be touched but would want you arround just to know you're there

this is probably the first step in him being more open to vulnerability around you, and while it may have been a bit of an irritating process to get him back to his usual healthy status, it's definitely worth it as he begins to trust you more

Vox:

lowkey a man child (affectionate)

vox is one of those guys who will take care of himself when he's sick, but he'll complain about it every step of the way

i think he's pretty responsible when he's sick, he'll take the day off and relax but won't do much other than that

he likes when you pamper him though, and a part of him lowkey enjoys being sick because he just gets to have your full attention all of the time (as if he doesn't already💀)

vox would be irritated about showing weakness and not being in control, but he wouldn't be irritated at you

if an employee was being too nosy about his wellbeing? yea he's pissed but if you're the one taking care of him, he'll just sigh and let you do what you want

VOX IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHOS LITERALLY ALWAYS COLD AND ITS AMPLIFIED WHEN HES SICK

he becomes like a literal ice cube he's SHIVERING and everything

vox has the cutest sneezes too, he glitches out and denies how cute his sneezes are but they really are adorable

vox takes like 2 baths per day when he's sick he hates feeling unclean, and def wants you to join him in the bath (just to relax, get your mind out of the gutter)

vox would be a little pissed about missing work, i think he's a bit of a workaholic and might try to work in bed or sneak some paperwork behind your back

it doesn't work though because he just ends up passing out anyway

vox is big on sleeping when he's sick he's definitely the type to just sleep it off and thats that

like he CRASHES in bed and just does not get up for hours

he sleeps like the dead too, his screen is blank and he barely moves in his sleep

like lucifer, he has fever dreams but they lean more on the weird side rather than the sad side

its funny but instead of talking more when sick, vox actually talks much less. he starts getting super quiet and a lot more needy for your attention

vox is more than happy to return to work and be back on his feet, but will send you a little thank you gift and pamper you in return for taking care of him

Adam:

manchild x2 (also affectionate)

adam DREADS getting sick like he genuinely hates it so much, he sees it as one of his own flaws and it makes him lowkey disgusted at himself

he whines like a baby over a common cold, its almost sad how the slightest sickness will make him act like he's on his death bed

adam whines and complains whenever you aren't around him, he wants cuddles and kisses and is 10x more clingy when he's sick

he has little to no appetite when he's actually sick but gets a huge appetite right after

like you'll have to force him to eat at least a piece of toast per day while he's actually feverish but once he's in recovery he's literally FAMISHED and will ask for so much food

he barely eats or drinks while hes sick it just feels icky to him

i also think he's the type to not want to move like he just collapses on his bed and barely moves an inch (unless you force him)

adam exaggerates when he's barely sick and then underplays it when he's genuinely really sick its lowkey so confusing

like he could have pneuomonia and be half dead and say he's fine but he could have the most common cold and complain foreverrr

he doesn't think you're genuine when you say you want to help him and take care of him, he thinks its just a joke since nobody has ever really taken care of him before

like sure he's been told what to do and bossed around and treated him like a foolish child, but no one has ever sat with him while he's sick and held his hand yk?

while he can be irritable and annoying while he's sick, he apologizes afterwards

its one of the few times he ever apologizes but he genuinely feels bad about lashing out

adam isn't used to being below someone when it comes to status or health and relaxing and letting someone else take care of him is kind of foreign for him, but you both work it out over time

while he isn't the easiest to take care of, he genuinely appreciates that you want to help him and wants to return the favor someday

I WILL MAKE A PT 2 OF THIS WITH MORE FEM CHARACTERS OR WITH HELLUVA BOSS CHARACTERS BUT I DIDNT WANT TO CROWD UP THIS POST TOO MUCH!!!!! ALSO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES I WROTE THIS WHILE HALF ASLEEP ♥️ HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS TEEHEE

[anantaru]

EX HUSBAND NEUVILLETTE

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — ex! husband neuvillette headcanons

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, fluff, crack lmao, he‘s trying his best, very rough like he’s feral!!!!, fucks you like there’s no tomorrow, but the sweetest man, a little possessive without him realising

ex! husband neuvillette, who— as was wildly anticipated, would not instantly vanish from your life nor leave you stranded alone beside the mental toll that a separation would leave on the both of you— even after the grief-stricken divorce was at last, ultimately finalized and carried out.

ex! husband neuvillette who thought that— with the fullness of his devastated heart, that in his own very eyes, it was beyond a doubt commonplace to aid and assist his ex-wife in the so called "aftermath" of your troubling divorce, whilst more urgently, be in no qualms that you're being cared for with everything and anything you could possible need.

ex! husband neuvillette, who of course, would double check with you to not suddenly overstep any boundaries or take up space that you might need— yet bare in mind, if you were to ask him for help on any matter really, he'd immediately leave everything behind to fulfill your wishes first, considering he is used to it, but the man will tend to forget about his own personal needs which he needed so he could function properly— yet now with you out of the picture, walking back to his current reality was becoming a taxing task.

ex! husband neuvillette, who, aside from his own separate challenges and demands, would never dare to cast aside his important work of practically running the nation of hydro. much obliged, he was a prestigious, praiseworthy man, thus the reason for him to pull more effort and sleepless nights into his occupation.

ex! husband neuvillette who couldn't believe that you both were divorced in the first place because in all seriousness, there wasn't much changing and aside from a couple instances, for example that he wasn't seeing you frequently, it felt the same way to him.

ex! husband neuvillette who, after a couple weeks into your divorce, will suddenly become a little more distant, not responding to letters you would occasionally send to make sure he was okay— with the immediate turbulent, overcast weather in fontaine adding to the closing eeriness of the entire situation. it's constant, clouded and gray, a mirage of cold rain and an incoming storm, and the people of fontaine will begin to question what had happened or if it was simply an unlucky past couple of weeks.

ex! husband neuvillette who doesn't like the idea of divorce, as might be expected he understands it, but in his own regard, he does not approve of it, but he accepts it— additionally, he wouldn't force you to stay with him, again, why he had agreed on it in the first place. the man would lie to himself if he'd say that it doesn't break his heart, the unclouded thought of wholly erasing the person he referred to as his 'wife' off his entire life was a frightening pondering.

ex! husband neuvillette wasn't willing to accept it, ever, but he did it for your sake and the small possibility of you becoming close again, in the future? perhaps, he was willing to wait endlessly, condemning himself to a lifetime in darkness, knowing full on well that his most desired dream to reconcile arguably wouldn't come true— on top of that, after careful, deep talks on how to properly navigate your divorce and being separated from now on, you have both ultimately agreed on remaining 'friends' in a sense, such was easy to state of course but you longed to make the best out of it, or at least try.

ex! husband neuvillette who will against all odds, still keep his wedding ring put on its designated place. granted, he had gotten quite accustomed to the feeling of it being wrapped around his finger and doesn't want to take it off. if you do decide to ask him about it, given that you aren't wearing yours anymore, he will plainly state that he got used to it way too much and it had grown on him, really, becoming a part of his person so ultimately taking it off would result in the same as him severing a limb off his body.

ex! husband neuvillette who still calls you his wife unintentionally, in the beginning of the first couple of weeks, it will happen almost all the time. be that as it may, he doesn't do it on purpose to somehow hurt you or make you uncomfortable, and he was aware of the fact that he needed to get accustomed to the feeling of being single again, of not being married anymore but calling you his wife just warmths his chest and hugs him from inside and out.

ex! husband neuvillette bets on it, it's like his whole day could be stacked with work on end, without a second of tranquility in sight, rain droplets covering the nation of hydro, but when he thinks about you, only you, a smile coruscates over his soft lips, increasing his heart beat, it's all so painful but he wouldn't want it any other way because nothing, and he emphasizes it deeply, nothing would be as painful as having you gone form his life.

ex! husband neuvillette who, and pay attention now, this would only happen if his strong, rational thinking skills and durable emotions towards keeping the laws of this world truthful were somewhat altered in an instance of weakness, but he would adore to throw and punish every new person you would date after him behind bars, yet not before properly dragging them to a trail that they cannot win, for him to look down on them— again, it's a small fantasy he wouldn't bring into life, he honored his noble work.

ex! husband neuvillette who knows that even day dreaming about such wrongful ideas were full of holes and malice, yet beyond it, he keeps himself restrained in not interfering in your new relationships— which he had thought must be a lot, you could say he believed that you were already out and about in the dating world, overthinking the worst out of all possibilities that could happen.

ex! husband neuvillette who will oftentimes send the melusines out to check up on you and tell him how you're doing— no, don't misunderstand, he doesn't want to know if you were dating again, he wouldn't, after all, this was your personal life and he wasn't your husband anymore. but then again, surely checking every now and then wouldn't hurt a soul, right?

ex! husband neuvillette will send you freshly picked flowers frequently, or have your favorite dish made by a professional chef. how can i forget to mention that he tends to buy a small, cute souvenir that would remind him of you and send it your way instantly. at how things were slowly progressing, the man will be quite embarrassed in facing you again, granted that you had promised to remain friends, he fears that the constant raining and pouring around fontaine would make it desperately obvious on how he was truly feeling, what can there be left anyways, nothing but the untouchable part of him, his aching soul begging for closeness.

but ex! husband neuvillette does not want to trouble you, fearing he might become overbearing in his doings, but he misses you, this time it's more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. he longes for a moment where he can see and feel you again, his mind circling through emotions and pondering, sinful dreams stitching his psyche together and calming down his heart.

ex! husband neuvillette who will be surprised, yet overly thrilled as if he was about to jump off his chair, when you ask the sweet melusines to hand him over a letter— the scent of the thin paper reminding him of your fragrance, a similar one he noticed whenever he kissed your neck. beyond question, they couldn't have told him fast enough, he finishes up the necessary work load for the day, at once forging ahead to your once shared house. you know it by now but he does not falter, he wants this to be perfect, carefully picking up a bouquet of flowers, with the flowers in questions being the very ones that have been decorating your wedding venue back in the day, oh sweet memories, he hopes he doesn't come off as crazy.

ex! husband neuvillette who tries to play it cool, it's not a big deal, but why were his hands sweating? his breathing was fast too, burgeoning, each following step towards your home, his limbs and muscles would begin to tremble, it's evident and almost aflame, but the weather has been nice again all of a sudden, for once in fontaine and he couldn't wait to see you.

ex! husband neuvillette who cannot say anything when you open the door for him, all these miles with the memories of your passionate time together pouring back into his mind. it's silly, but so real, and there was a silence, although not of an uncomfortable kind, it was overthrowing the hefty atmosphere.

and honestly, you think ex! husband neuvillette was cute when he was all overwhelmed and bereft of speech, even cuter when he’s silently walking past the door, your hands slowly wrapping around the bouquet of flowers to place them aside, on top of a wooden drawer before panning your eyes back into his grasp— which was his piercing, conquering gaze.

you could perceive the cutting tautness, how the reinforced pressure alone couldn't be torn, not with a sharp knife, no sword, no blade, because forthrightly— there wasn't anything on this planet that was able to part this emerging and crashing body chemistry.

all fairness to the situation— your captivation was off the charts, two people unable to coexist while parted, searching within your souls to understand what was happening. yet then it hit you, that maybe— heavily placed on a single maybe, that there might've been a cruel mistake in how things ended between you both;

or did they end?

because like a bullet piercing through soft flesh, it gave the impression away as if you were both moving closer to your sweet frames until you could clearly feel his warm, clothed chest pushed against your own— hopeful eyes remained locked within your gazes as you carefully slide your hands behind his neck without breaking his stares.

ex! husband neuvillette whose breathing was all fast and hasty, yet much swifter was his never ending intention to kiss you again and taste your lips in the process, he cannot stop himself anymore, but he must— for some reason, he cannot fathom that this might be reality and that you both would have a second chance in this life after all.

"kiss me." you suddenly whisper, eyes aglow with his own enlarging at the nervous utterance, subtle touches weaving together and showing your open truths.

ex! husband neuvillette feels how tense he has gotten and tries to relax— on top of that, he was reminiscing about the past and the bare memories of your writhing body splayed under his large one, his entire weight on top of you, just the whisper of his sinful imagination made his mouth water— he truly believes he was in fact dreaming right now, especially when you tell him to kiss him again.

there were no thoughts to process anymore, no focus he could grasp on to remain clearness— what was left were true, unfaltering desires and the scalding pain of waiting. that‘s when you kiss him instead, his body immediately welcoming your fervid warmth, pulling his head towards your own in a heart beat.

ex! husband neuvillette felt a heavy hardship being lifted off his shoulders the moment your lips touch his, and each one of the words he had planned to spell out to you, they form into a sting that was beating into his heart, repeatedly, the sharp stitches seeping into his veins slowly. and he refuses to cry in front of you, or expose to you that everything that had happened after your separation was covered in nothing but a silent numbness.

swallowing the lump in his throat, ex! husband neuvillette guides you to the bedroom, it was hard to decipher what was real or not, each motion of your lips rounding across his own felt like he was dreaming the most beautiful dream of them all. the whisper of cold air brushes across your bodies when he opens the door to the cold room, his own imagination going wild when he peeks at the neatly made bed, or the wooden drawer next to it, still having your wedding picture on display.

ex! husband neuvillette who takes his time in undressing you, the fear of someone taking you away from him again, even now, was still there and he wanted, no, needed to relish in this as good as possible. neuvillette wets his lips, nervous, "my love.. are you sure about this?" and he hesitated for a second— but when you tug at his own sleeves now, fondling with the expensive garment, nodding your head and expertly wrapping your digits into the thin fabric to help him out of it, he knows you wanted it as badly as he did, popping his arms back so you could pull his coat down, your mouth twisting into a subtle smile.

ex! husband neuvillette who touches you featherlight, slowly parting your legs to settle in between, and butterflies expand in your belly when you admire his beauty from up close again, his muscles twitching when you decide to lightly graze his skin with your fingertips, smoothly sliding over his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck. 

ex! husband neuvillette who could honestly cry the moment he first slides his cock into you again, kissing you again and again, more deeply, more feral and in need before licking into your mouth, leaving his large hand to wander down to the plush of your ass and push you into the mattress when he first bottoms out of you. you're so warm, wet and comfortable while you're clamping down on him. and neuvillette pistols his hips like an electric light, hoping he'd be able to hit so deep inside your warm cunt till you practically feel him stir up your guts.

and a moan slowly builds up in your throat as your tits brush against his strong chest— whilst neuvillette places a delicious, fast pace on you, the bare strength of his thrusts making the headboard bounce back and forth the wall as he nibbles on your bottom lip while fucking his cock into you, your gummy walls squelching at each well received pump.

ex! husband neuvillette who roughly palms your tits and plays with your nipples with his hips moving in a feral tempo— whilst those breathy, wet pleas of your name, the ones he whispered against your ear, evolve into gluttonous, hungry groans, whilst the thought about losing all of this made it more difficult for him to say anything at all, his throat acting as a trap for that one sentence he intended to spell out, the sound of it awaiting to break free— but the nervousness couldn't be surpassed as he takes a hold of your hand, desperately clutching on it before grinding his erection back into you, a pulse surging through the entirety of your walls.

ex! husband neuvillette who finds it mesmerizing on how you were so responsive to his every nibble and touch, his thudding cock diving between your legs while he fists your tits in his warm hand, your lips parting with cries and begs while meeting his hungry pace.

his hips, much bigger than yours, keep hitting into you, a lustful gaze on your facial expression clouding your mind as he makes you feel so unbelievably good, soaking your sheets as you kiss him, famished and hot, feeling his needy grunts exhaling through his lips as you clench down hard, gazes meeting once and for all, "i love you." you say, almost cry it out, and neuvillette wanted to be patient with you, claim your body to its full exhaustion afterwards, but not now, he cannot keep his cool this time— not anymore, not after you said those very three words he wasn't able to utter out all night.

you're truly driving him insane, and his body was pressing hotly against yours as you wiggle and writhe under him, puppy eyes watching him please you from under your lashes while you’re requiring more of his cock in you, please please, you say, your pussy clamping around his girth and milking him for good.

ex! husband neuvillette who tells you, "i love you too, i love you too.." in quick, fast paced syllables, and the burning veins in his body turn numb when you begin to cry out of joy and pleasure, hastily pushing your heels into his back to signal him to fuck you harder as he pounds away into your creamy pussy, dragging his hard erection along your sore walls and burning pleasure spots.

now— your nails simmer over his defined back, both sweetly indulging in each others company and the feeling of being one again, nothing else but solid, fast paced pleasure which was turning him on, so fucking much, his breathing puffed and winded, throwing his head back as you're doing your best to match his insane rhythm.

your pussy swallows him up like magic, your damp lashes tickling his shoulders as he buries his face against your neck to suck on the wet flesh, in accessory to the numerous amount of praises, declarations of love and filthy curses plastering your sweaty skin. or how about the swallowing screams and begs of your name that ripple through him as you moan out fervently, twitching under his towering body and arching your back.

oh, well? it's now or never your “ex” husband fears, and he decides to push his pulsing cock deep into your hole, deeper, just a little bit more, please! until you're desperately screaming into his shoulder, as far as it can fit into your little pussy, sending you over an intoxicating edge.

and ex! husband neuvillette was, at long last, back at where he should be, where he should've been all along, with you, making passionate and meaningful love to each other, because the man needed it, needed you close to him, and he cannot and will never again, paint the world without you in it.

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With Bared Teeth & Prayers (Yandere Batfam X Neglected Reader) (Dark!!! Werewolf AU) (PT. 1)

TW: Mentions/allusions to cannibalism, death, and violence.

Three years had passed since that fateful day and your life had only gotten more miserable. Whatever hopes you had for being a part of a family were thwarted as soon as you stepped foot in the household. Bruce doesn't care about you, Dick was straight up mean, Jason (as the pack protector) was aggressive, Tim found you annoying, and Damien simply loathed your existence and would join Dick with his cruelty.

Both Stephanie and Barbara were civil with you, but neither really cared about what you did. Cassandra was nice, sometimes signing to you and giving you scented clothing, but she still didn't really go out of her way to engage with you. The only person who you felt truly cared about you was Alfred.

The first two years you tried your hardest to fit in and get the others to like you. You did whatever they wanted, made sure to learn their interests so you could talk to them, never complained, and made sure to respect the pack's boundaries.

You hoped that eventually, you’d all move past this hurdle and soon you would get along and be allowed in the pack den and other pack activities. Unfortunately, you realized that you would never be considered part of the family or the pack. Which as heartbreaking as it was, was the least of your worries.

You see, there was an ancient custom in werewolf culture concerning new pack members and pack initiation. When a new werewolf is introduced to a pack and their territory, the new werewolf has a certain amount of time to be accepted into the pack; if they’re not, well, they're killed and eaten. 

Yeah… quite terrifying and barbaric if you think about it, but mostly only the old lineages still continue this practice. Which is why you’re absolutely fucked. See, typically when children come to a pack they get accepted immediately, pups were (usually) considered precious.

In your case, being a half-blood severely reduced your chances and well, you guessed the Wayne family just didn't like you. Which sucks because you only have until your 18th birthday to get them to accept you, and considering your 16th birthday was coming up, your time was coming to a close. 

Or, you could always just run away. Hey! It was an option, one that you weren't sure the Bats would even let happen. Still it was worth a try. Which leads to your current situation in Bruce's office; you were trying to cut your losses a little early.

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“Look, I just feel as though this is the best course of action for your pack’s and my own safety.” Came your exasperated and desperate voice.

“Safety?” Bruce questions, causally flipping through some Wayne Industries documents, as if he doesn't know exactly what you're talking about.

“Considering Damian’s tried to kill me five times, two of his attempts almost being successful, and Jason's pit aggression that has him ready to rip my throat out, you can see why someone would feel unsafe.” You state, voice raising slightly in pitch.

He hummed noncommittally, his eyes still focusing on whatever paperwork he was going over.

“I'll think about it.” He replies, still disinterested.

“There’s nothing to think about! I should be allowed to leave if I want to, and if anything I'll finally be out of your pack's way.” You say, finally letting your frustration show through.

Why couldn't he just let you leave? Did he seriously want to keep you here just to kill– sorry, eat you in another two years?

“Excuse me?” He finally looks up from his work, his blue eyes meeting yours. He was unimpressed, you could tell that much at least, coupled with a dark look of simmering anger.

Okay, so maybe you should tone it down a notch.

“Come on, I'm not an idiot. I know me being here is simply a public formality, good fluff bits for the press y'know. But I'm not part of your family, and I'm certainly not part of your pack. You and the others have made that very clear. So please, allow me to do us both a favor and get out of your way.” You add.

“Where would you go?”

“Huh?” You blink in surprise.

“Where would you go?” Bruce repeats again.

“That–that is honestly none of your concern.”

“None of my concern? Aren't I entitled to know where my kid is?”

“No, you’re not. Sure you're biologically considered my father, but we all know I'm not really considered your kid.”

“Is that what you think?” He questions.

“Am I supposed to think any differently?”

“You carry the Wayne surname do you not?”

“I do.”

“Then you belong to the Waynes. To me. Which means that I decide what happens to you.”

There was the familiar darkness that you saw pooling in Bruce’s eyes, the type that left the Joker a tortured mess, the type that disemboweled Ra’s Al Ghul, the type of darkness that reminded you that Batman doesn’t kill. Oh no, he maims and tortures instead.

You unconsciously take a careful step back. 

Bruce’s stare felt like ice, and his words hung in the air, thick and heavy with an authority that was absolute. You wanted to argue, to say something, but every instinct in your body screamed for caution. There was a darkness in his gaze that you had seen glimpses of before, but never directed at you, and now it was there, unblinking, cutting through any hope you’d harbored for mercy or understanding.

Your heart hammered, yet you forced yourself to stand straighter, swallowing down the instinctive fear. 

“With all due respect,” you began, your voice smaller than you intended but steady, “staying here for another two years just for you all to—to follow through with that—custom, doesn’t seem fair.”

Bruce’s expression didn’t soften, but his posture shifted slightly, his gaze piercing through you like he could see every thought you tried to hide. 

“Belonging is earned. It isn’t granted because of blood,” he stated coldly. “If you truly wish to belong somewhere, you work for it.”

“I’ve tried,” you said, voice thick with frustration. “I’ve tried everything. I’ve followed your rules, I tried with everyone, and stayed out of everyone’s way. But nothing I do is good enough.”

“You assume that acceptance is given on your terms,” he replied, voice as controlled as ever. “Pack structure doesn’t bend to anyone’s whims. Least of all a half-blood who hasn’t proven their loyalty.”

The words stung, tearing open a wound that you thought had scarred over. You clenched your fists, feeling the sharp ache of your own nails digging into your palms. “And what exactly does proving myself look like here? Surviving Damian’s attacks? Letting Jason rip me apart every chance he gets?”

“Watch your tone,” he warned, his voice low, cutting through any retort you’d planned.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to take another step back from his desk. Challenging him wouldn’t help. He’d already decided where you stood, and nothing you said would change that. Maybe it was better to save your energy, conserve your strength for the day you’d finally slip away.

“Understood,” you said, swallowing the bitterness in your throat. “If that’s how it is, then I’ll stay out of everyone’s way.”

 But you’d still leave when the time comes.

Bruce’s gaze hardened, like he knew what you were thinking. “Your place is here until I decide otherwise,” he said, a finality in his tone that told you any further argument would only worsen things.

He dismissed you with a look, returning to his papers as if the conversation were over, as if you were no longer there. Every step you took out of the office felt heavier, like the manor itself was holding you down, binding you to this place that was never truly a home.

As you closed the door behind you, the cold emptiness of the hallway wrapped around you, and you knew then—you were on your own. If you were to survive this, it would be on your own terms.

It's like clockwork when Alfred calls you down for dinner. The same time, the same routine.

You show  up to dinner, hands still shaking and mind still reeling from your disturbingly cryptic conversation with Bruce. But, never mind that you’d just eat quietly and leave like you always do. You moved to your normal seat only to find that all the chairs near the end of the table had disappeared. What the actual fuck. Was this some type of powerplay? Something to imply that you didn’t even have a seat at their table anymore? 

You mean, you wouldn't mind eating in the safety and comfort of your own room. With an exasperated sigh, which had a couple of heads turn their attention to you, you grabbed an empty plate and started loading it up with food. You were about to head back to your room when you heard an outraged growl from behind you.

The kind of growl that had you tensing, ready to submit and roll onto your back.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Jason growled out from behind you.

You freeze.

“To my room?” You responded meekly, curling in on yourself as much as you could.

“And pray tell, why do you think that’d be acceptable?”

“Uh–um, ‘cause my seats’ gone?”

Jason only smirked, the feral kind that almost always promised pain to his enemies.

“Oh, but your chair isn't gone, it's right here.” Jason says pointing to a chair right near the head of the table.

You blanked. That's not right. Only pack was allowed that close to the head of the table, where Bruce sat, where the pack leader sat.

“B-But, I can’t–”

“Did that sound like a suggestion?”

You shook your head no, swallowing down a whimper that almost escaped your lungs.

“Then sit your ass down,” Jason growled.

He didn't have to tell you twice.

Immediately you shakily sat down in your new seat, on the left side of Bruce’s seat at the head of the table with Jason sitting at your left shoulder and Dick across from you. Not good, not good at all. You could feel the acidic, green gaze of Jason burning into the side of your face whilst Dick languidly sipped his wine, a sickeningly sweet smile (with way too many teeth to be considered anything but malicious), plastered on his face as he stared at the new seating chart. You let out a shaky breath, trying to get your heart rate back to normal; you were so gonna die tonight.

Thankfully, Bruce arrived and sat himself in his seat at the head of the table; right next to you. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on getting air in your lungs and slowing your racing heart. Unbeknownst to you, Bruce shot a knowing stare at the rest of the table. As much as you tried to conceal it, they could all hear your rapidly fluttering heartbeat and your poorly hidden breathing. Tim and Jason both watched you amused; you looked so darn pathetic, sitting there trembling like a leaf. 

You glanced down at your plate, picking at the food without really tasting it, hoping that staying silent would help you melt into the background.

Bruce, however, remained still and silent, his presence looming over you, radiating the authority that seemed to keep everyone else in check. But even that felt like a facade; the way his gaze lingered on you for a split second too long told you he was watching closely, assessing.

You forced yourself to take a bite, trying to steady your hands enough to appear somewhat composed. But the sound of your own heartbeat seemed to echo in your ears, loud and unrelenting, as if amplifying the anxiety that twisted in your gut. They could hear it too; you knew that much from the way Jason’s smirk deepened, from the way Tim’s lips twitched with barely-contained laughter.

As the dinner dragged on, every clink of a fork, every quiet murmur, felt like it was directed at you. The food turned to ash in your mouth, each bite only reminding you of the eyes trained on you, dissecting you with every chew and every breath.

The rest of the dinner passed in strained silence, every second an endurance test as you forced yourself to stay seated, to keep your head down. When Bruce finally pushed his chair back and dismissed everyone, the wave of relief was almost enough to make you lightheaded. Quick as a whip, you practically ran up the stairs towards the safety and solace of your room.

When you make it, the locks on your door are immediately fastened (not that it would do much if anyone wanted to actually force their way in). You exhale in relief as you try to collect your thoughts. Fuck, everything was going to shit; the worst part being you had school tomorrow (which thankfully you did not go to Gotham Prep; you'd kill yourself if you did). You groaned at the thought, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes to relieve the ache shooting through them.

Looks like another night of shitty sleep.

Taglist!!: @lostsomewhereinthegarden, @the-rouge-robin, @confused-they

[moonstruckdraws]

The Changes Through Time

And my project is finish! My gift to the CAS series and @somerandomdudelmao! (This is technically supposed to be for the 1 year anniversary of CAS, but I don't have the time to post it on the 12th and I don't understand the queue system lol)

I deeply love this series as I have made fanart for it before several times and honestly it really improved my art. Cass is also an amazing creator and I look forward to anything they post in the future.

(A bit of a spiel about the illustrations from this point on)

I was honestly going to go for more of a tarot card style with boarders and everything, but as I was composing the 1st illustration, I ditched the idea and just when for simple text. The third image (like how tarot cards read the past, present/current, & future) was going to be the present, but honestly I was confused enough trying to decide which illustration was the past & future with the first two. Plus the "current" state of the story doesn't have much significance yet (and references of them aren't made because it's generally their other outfits) so I went with their spirits!

1st illustration: Representing the start of it all with the current state of all the characters. Of course we didn't know the condition of Raph in the beginning, but since he remained static until Casey found him I believe it's safe to assume that he was in that state the whole time. This illustration is unfortunately my least favorite because it's not rendered the same as the others, due to it being the first fully rendered image I've done in a while. But oh well, I still like it for the most part.

2nd illustration: Representing all of the turtles resurrections with a group hug. Not much else to note about the meaning other than the fact that I almost gave Leo an arm that he does not have. This one was also the greatest to render as I had the most fun with the bright colors. This one is definitely my favorite.

3rd illustration: Representing the turtles spirits when they were dead. Though the last one was the best to render, this one was the best to compose as a whole. Mikey and Donnie were the easiest to do since their broken states were shown in the comic, but with Raph and Leo I had to be a bit creative. With Raph I wanted to show the lack of his senses due to being in a robot for a long time and everything being subconscious. It's not as strongly detailed as the others, but he did have the most stable conditions compared to the rest of his brothers. With Leo I wanted to display his lack of self physically. Since he was fading away, at first, I wanted his spirit to be more faded and weaker compared to the rest.

Nothing else to be said that wasn't said before, but I am very glad that I started reading CAS. I've never felt more invested and moved by a fanmade comic before, so this experience is actually life changing for me. And seeing others fanart for it only inspired me! I am truly amazed by Cass and this series. Happy early 1 year anniversary

[weird-is-life]

Doted on

Pairing: Spencer Reid x nurse!fem!reader

Summary: Spencer gets thrown head first against the wall, and you take him home from the hospital

Warnings: fluff, mentions of hospitals, headache, concussion, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 0.9k

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Spencer is currently sitting on a hospital bed with a really awful headache. And a concussion. The case went a little bit wrong while catching the unsub. He got thrown against the rock-hard wall, and it's safe to say he hit it head first.

The entire team is in the room with him as the nurse instructs on what he's supposed to do next.

"You're gonna need somebody to wake you up every few hours," the nurse starts," if there isn't anybody, we're going to have to keep you here."

"It's okay. I have somebody to look after me," Spencer murmurs, trying to pull out his phone out of his jacket.

He wants to call you. He knows your shift is ending right about now so he hopes that you'll come home with him, and take care of him as well.

What he doesn't know, is that you're already on your way to his room. Your best friend, and fellow nurse, let you know about Spencer being admitted into hospital right away. And since your very long shift is finally over, the only thing on your mind is Spence.

You come to the room right as all of the team members discuss who's going to take care of Spencer. Spencer, on the other hand, is ignoring them, his focus on his phone.

You don't understand why he's frowning so much until you realise it. You pull out your phone, and see the missed phone calls. You smile to yourself, and step into your room.

"Sorry, I missed your calls. I had the phone on silence mode," you say as you make your way to Spencer. His whole face lights up at the sight of you.

"Oh, hi," he happily greets you, but then he frowns," are you really here or is the concussion making me see things?"

You chuckle at his words," Spence, yeah I'm really here. I got here as soon as I could when I heard you got hurt. What happened, huh?"

"Didn't see the guy, got caught off guard, and thrown against the wall. Well at least I think I remember it right," Spencer frowns some more, but smiles instantly when you go dote on him.

You look at his plastered forehead, and run your fingers over it slightly. You want to kiss him right there, but there's a cough behind your back. You sheepishly turn around.

Spencer's whole team is staring at you, wide eyed and completely baffled. "Hello," you greet them shyly.

"Spencer, aren't you gonna introduce us?" Derek is the one to ask with raised eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," Spencer chuckles," this," he smiles big at you," is y/n, my girlfriend." He says it so proudly, too.

The team just stares at you two. The whole room stays in awkward silence, and you have to try very hard to not run out of there.

Thankfully, Penelope Garcia is as sweet as you've heard from Spencer, and she comes running towards you first. "Oh my gosh, hi. You're so so pretty, I can't believe Spencer has been hiding you from us," she hugs you," I'm Penelope."

It wakes up the others from the shock too, and they come to introduce themselves to you. They are just as nice as Penelope, you can see why Spencer loves them so much.

"How long have you guys been together?" Derek asks curiously. Spencer takes you hand in his, and starts to fiddle with your fingers. Completely ignoring Derek's questions, you think, he must have hit his head pretty hard.

"A few months now," you smile kindly at all of them," we've actually met here. I patched up Spencer's bruised cheek after one of your cases."

"Oh I remember it," Derek smirks," I wondered why Spencer left the hospital so happy. " Derek teases, but Spencer seems to not care like at all.

"Yeah it's true. She gave me her number, of course I was happy." Spencer states, rubbing his temples with his free hand. "Guys, I'd love for you to get to know each other more, but my head is killing so I just want to get home."

Spencer stands up from the bed, and grabs his belongings before he says his goodbyes, and pulls you out of there. You quickly say goodbye to them too with a promise of seeing them again soon.

"Spencer, that was so rude!" You scold him when you get outside of their earshot.

"Maybe, "Spencer grins at you," but I really do have a bad headache, and I just missed you so much. So can you blame me?"

You chuckle,"I missed you too, handsome. But you should be nicer to them."

Spencer just rolls his eyes which makes his head hurt even more," I am nice. Even if not, they can handle it." Spencer laughs when he sees your disapproving expression.

"C'mon, sweetheart, I'm just joking. Don't worry," Spencer in the moment of making your disapproving face go away swiftly leans in to give you a kiss.

"You better be," you banter.

Spencer laughs some more making the headache even worse.

Spencer groans a bit in pain which immediately draws your attention. "You okay? Is your head spinning?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay. Just got a bad headache," he assures you as you two finally reach your car, and get in.

"Don't worry, handsome. As soon as we get home, I'll make you feel better," you squeeze his hand before you start the car.

Spencer smiles, he can't say he's happy about being injured, but he is definitely happy to be loved on by you, "thank you, sweetheart. I can't wait."

[idiotmf]

Moving into a house infested by shadow demons

I may have this recent obsession with my newest creation for random blurbs I write, but... hear me out while I dump random information on you that you didn't ask for... (also NSFW, minors scram)

Shadow demons are beings made of, well, shadows. They can hide in yours or manifest as anything they want, shape-shifters if you will.

Since they are beings made of shadows, they cannot catch light, therefore they are a little hard to make out, often appearing more as a silhouette but they do have very distinctive, glowing eyes.

Very original, I know.

Now... They infest houses, apartments or just general areas. They're typically regarded as low level demons, as they are bound to the area they infest, feeding off of human emotions; specifically strong emotions like fear, hopelessness and, most importantly, lust.

I currently have two shadow demons that I adore writing about and they are... Well, I feel like they would hate each other.

× Aryllus

Aryllus is a sweetheart. He isn't interested in feeding off of emotions. He finds life fascinating, he loves spending his endless time reading, observing the animals and humans outside this old brick cottage that he can't leave.

He's very blunt and emotionally not the most intelligent but he makes up for it with his academic intellect. He's been trapped here for a century, maybe two. He doesn't know. Time is of no concept to demons, after all.

He's also shy at first. He doesn't want to be discovered by humans. He dislikes being treated like a pest or an inconvenience, so he would rather starve for all eternity than be viewed as a monster.

When you do discover him, and you don't seem afraid of him, he rejoices. He's patient and gentle in every interaction, thinking he has no morals as a demon but very clearly being a kind entity.

But... be careful, even if a shadow demon's primary food is emotions, Aryllus will probably steal your sandwich. And then try to eat the plastic it came in. (-_-')

And then there is...

× Oryllion

Oryllion is heartless, manipulative and possessive. His only interest lies in breaking the inhabitants of his infested house, making them his mindless little toys for his insatiable hunger.

His preferred method is keeping you in a constant state of arousal by any means necessary. You're working on something? Too bad, he's eating you out/ sucking you off under the table. You want to leave? No, he's tying you up with his tendrils and attaching little suckers to your nipples until you scream in agony and pleasure.

He's dominant and degrading, never once uttering your name. You're merely his pet or his toy. His eyes, while nothing more than glowing white orbs, show disgust with you. Even while he shapes his body into the most incomprehensible shape, writhing with obscene appendages and a sheer endless amount of limbs just to force you to orgasm for his next feast, he clearly looks down on you. Humiliation is a part of the fun for him.

But... As much as he wishes, even Oryllion can't fuck everyone into submission. Occasionally, families will move into his domain, much to his dismay.

But hey, at least he gets to traumatize children with his SFW Eldritch horror shapes for a quick snack.

[bountycancelled]

ANTIFRAGILE

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opla zoro x reader

in which, even though it doesn't seem like it, zoro cares (alot, about you, specifically)

genre: one shot, gn! reader, short

requested: yes! tysm (reqs are still open for anyone<3)

a/n: idk, enjoy I guess? (unedited)

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"need any help, darling?" Sanji's flirtatious voice rang out from behind you, disturbing your damn near embarrassing attempts at lifting a box.

you huffed as you dropped it once again, turning to face Sanji as you shrugged him off with a wave of your hand. "no no, I wouldn't want you using your hands for something that isn't in the kitchen. I can manage."

an unconvinced Sanji nodded before walking off, leaving you and your own stubbornness to deal with the heavy lifting. the truth of the matter was, that you definitely did need help, but you'd be dammed to hell before accepting any.

it seemed as if you had some sort of problem accepting yourself for who you were.

you were by far the most stealthy individual anyone had ever met, most people didn't even know you were in the room until you had a knife to their throat. you were the resident idea person in high pressure situations, and what you lacked in strength, you made up for in technique.

ah yes, strength. if there was one thing that you could not accept that you didn't have, it was physical strength. you were never the type to brute force your way out of a situation zoro-style, bit it would still be nice to have the option of doing so.

it wasn’t as if anybody in the crew made you feel bad for your lack of strength, it was more so an internal issue within your own psyche.

what could you say? you were tired of having to ask your fellow crew mates to help you do something as simple as carrying something from point A to point B. you were tired of feeling useless every time more hands on approach was needed. but that all ended today. (well, you hoped that it all ended today anyway)

after what felt like and probably was an eternity you could finally lift the box that you had set your eyes on, sure you had taken so long that Luffy had forgotten that he even wanted it but you had done it nonetheless and you were proud of yourself. that pride however was short lived with your body ache in a way that you never thought possible.

you knew, or at the very least, you thought that you knew how much your body could take, but said body had no problem humbling you the second you had gotten a little too confident in skills that you didn't have.

you weakly limped towards your room, ignoring the sympathetic look from Sanji, the "you shouldn't have done that but I still feel bad" look from Nami, the soft pat on your back from usopp, Luffy not even noticing your current state, and Zoro's blank cold stare with what you could only hope bubbled with a bit of concern.

you would be lying if you said that you weren't trying to impress a certain green haired individual on the crew with a knack for using swords in unconventional ways. but your little schoolgirl crush was getting to the point where it was causing you physical pain, and you needed to get your mind out of its delusion.

Zoro was not going to give you attention just because you lifted a heavy bo–

your self chastising session was ended prematurely by a knock in the door, that kind of sounded like an alien life form trying to imitate a human custom. you let out a small 'come in', not being entirely suprised to see Zoro on the other side. (after all, he's the only in the crew who would care or even think to knock.)

what you were suprised to see however, was the plate of food in his hand. it was your favourite dinner which he had threatened Sanji to make which he placed on your desk, walking out just as quickly as he came.

before he left, he looked at you over his shoulder, seemingly contemplating if he should say what he wanted to say.

"you shouldn't push yourself to do something that's dangerous for you body. you're... more talented than you give yourself credit for."

you smiled to yourself, unable to not feel the butterflies floating around in your stomach, but his last words sent you over the edge.

"I don't want to see you hurting. ever."

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #48

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

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The asphalt smells earthy from the April rain showers you've luckily avoided just in the right time. By the time you've walked out of the donut shop, the very short rain that came in quick bursts has stopped and you've had a good chance to get into your car without your clothes getting wet.

During the day, Jungkook has messaged you Jimin and Taehyung will be joining you tonight – just a casual movie night – so you've decided to buy donuts for all of you. Luckily, you ended your work just in time and surprisingly, you aren't as tired as you usually are after working and you kind of can't wait to hang out with your other two friends.

When you come home, they're already there playing a video game and that's when you can hear the shouting as soon as you open the front door. Jungkook and Taehyung are the ones who barely spare you a glance as you join them in the living room, still wanting to change to more comfortable clothes but at least they quickly greet you before the shouting continues.

Jimin who's standing beside the end of the couch, a bowl of snacks in his hands as he chuckles at your grimace you make once you hear the loud noises coming from those two. He has been watching the game, enjoying the extra curses they spill out so effortlessly while you stand there shaking your head at them.

You and Jimin greet each other, immediately going for a hug as you can't help but notice Jimin's visible muscles and toned chest thanks to the thin and tight long sleeve shirt he's wearing.

"Wow, Jimin," you gasp, grinning as you look at him, finding him giving you a grin as if he already knew what you're about to say. Well, it's not that hard considering your eyes are on his chest as your hands squeeze his biceps. "Have you been working out? Look at you!"

"Oh, shut up," Jimin chuckles as he sees your eyes sparkle with teasing, your hands letting him go. "Yeah, I've been joining Jungkook for a few sessions."

You knew Jungkook was hanging out with Jimin, among his other friends during different days like Namjoon today, but he didn't mention them hanging out at the gym. But knowing Jungkook, it does make sense.

"And how has that been?" you ask, laughing when Jimin dramatically rolls his eyes and sighs.

That catches Jungkook's attention and you notice their game round ended, as he gives Jimin a pointed look which makes you snort. However, it's very short-lived because your expression freezes as you finally notice the change on Jungkook you've failed to notice at first.

Your mouth opens, eyes glued to Jungkook who glances at you and notices your more than clear shock which makes him grin. His raven black hair is gone, trimmed to a short cut with a fresh undercut that shows his side profile perfectly, along with his sharp jawline.

Jimin doesn't notice your current state, continuing with your conversation with a whiny tone.

"He's crazy, he wants to kill me," Jimin complains right away, Taehyung snorting loudly as he takes a big gulp of a coke burping loudly right after which none of you pay attention to – you all are used to it by now. "Seriously, he's a maniac. He just doesn't know when to stop. His work out is so intense, I barely went home and I couldn't feel my legs, no fuck that, my whole body for the next few days."

You laugh, finally averting your eyes to Jungkook frowning but there is an amused smile on his lips.

"That's true, Jimin was close to crying on the phone the other day. I'm not even kidding." Taehyung reveals, Jimin nodding to prove his point as you grin at your friends.

"Well, it looks like it paid out. A few more times and maybe you'll be bigger than Jungkook." you say, teasing as you put the donuts down on the table as Taehyung praises you, jumping at the sight of food.

"Ha!" Jungkook scoffs right away, causing Taehyung to snort once again as you do the same while Jimin just watches amusingly. "He has to have a better work out ethic if he wants to get anywhere as good as me."

You roll your eyes at Jungkook, "Full of himself as usual, Jeon,"

If Jungkook hates anything, it is when you tease him about stuff like this. He takes working out seriously and even though everyone can hear the amusement in his tone, he actually gasps at your words.

"Where's your hair?" you ask, pointing towards his hair with a slight pout. It's been a while since Jungkook had his hair this short. It suddenly brings you to the Jungkook from two years ago – the only difference is he has more tattoos and a piercing decorating his body and face right now.

"Got it trimmed, it started to get annoying," Jungkook shrugs, while Jimin joins them on the couch and sits next to Taehyung. "You don't like it?"

A little perplexed by his question, especially when you notice his smirk and sparkling eyes as his question is set with an amused and challenging tone. Your friends remain unbothered though, Taehyung scolding Jimin for not sharing the snacks with him while you stare at Jungkook with a suspicious gaze.

"I do," you tell him slowly. "It looks great." you hum, aiming your gaze at Jimin instead as he turns around.

"I went with him after our work out, you should've seen the ladies staring at him," Jimin teases, wiggling his eyebrows at Jungkook who rolls his eyes. "There was this one grandma particularly that took interest in our Jungkookie."

Jungkook grabs one of the cushions, throwing it at Jimin while Taehyung bursts in laughter, most likely already hearing the story of the mentioned old lady while you roll your eyes at them, but not without a grin curving on your lips as you excuse yourself to change your clothes.

They barely acknowledge you anyway, bickering and laughing with each other as they tease the hell out of Jungkook who seems to be both amused and annoyed.

You seriously doubt they're older than you sometimes.

"...I'm telling, she's freaky in bed, kinky as hell. Not that I complain." Taehyung rasps out, gulping more of the beer Jungkook so kindly offered them and Taehyung didn't hesitate to accept him on that offer.

To Jimin's luck, he drove Taehyung here today so he refrained from drinking tonight, not letting his mouth on the loose as much as Taehyung is. But then, Taehyung doesn't need alcohol for that. He's not even drunk or anything, it's his second can of beer and tonight isn't about all of you partying and getting drunk. Just a nice hangout with a couple of beers.

"Didn't you say she freaked out when you touched her neck?" Jimin interjects, a little confused frown framing his face.

"Oh god," you whisper under your breath, taking a gulp of your beer to get through this conversation.

"Oh no, that's a different one," Taehyung waves his hand off at Jimin. "This one told me to slap her on her face."

Jungkook sits there, eyes widening at Taehyung's reveal as he stares with doe eyes at his older friend, listening to the conversation while you sit on the opposite side of them in a single chair, legs up and tucked under your butt in a comfortable position. That's probably the only comfortable thing about this conversation.

You've no idea how the topic of sex and Taehyung's sex partners even started. The next minute you know, they're already talking about sex and different things they tried in it.

"Did you do it?" Jungkook asks, tilting his head back as he drinks the rest of the beer, his throat bobbing at the motion as he swallows.

You can't help but stare a little, admiring his still styled and fresh cut hair from the distance. His hair is parted like it usually is, showing off his forehead along with the eyebrow piercing that's now even more eye-catching than before.

"Uhh, I kinda hesitated. Don't get me wrong, I'm into hard stuff but slapping a woman in the face–nah, I don't think it's my thing." Taehyung admits, pursing his bottom lip in thought.

"I don't think I would be able to do it, not even if she wanted me badly to." Jungkook admits this time, deep in thought as if he tries to picture the situation but ends up shaking his head slightly.

"What about you, Y/N?" Taehyung suddenly brings all the attention to you, your presence barely known until now because you stayed out of their conversation, simply listening to them while sipping beer in the meantime.

"What about me?" you shrug, "Has anyone ever asked me to slap their face?" you joke, causing Taehyung to roll eyes at you while Jimin snorts and Jungkook joins him.

"No, you idiot," Taehyung says, causing you to grab one of your slippers and immediately throw it at him. He dodges it with a cackle, grinning at you. "Are you into it?"

"Taehyung, please," Jimin shakes his head and just when you think he's about to tell him to shut up, he actually says; "Can you imagine Y/N wanting somebody to slap her face while having sex? She'd probably cut off the guy's dick if he ever tried to do it."

All of them laugh and you chuckle, shaking your head at them but Jimin is not far away from the truth.

It's no secret to you (and Jungkook) you like spanking but slapping your face? No, you don't think so. That sounds a little bit too much for you.

"True," Taehyung purses his lips, "Or maybe you're the one doing the slapping?" He obviously teases you right now, grinning at you while you stare at him dumbfounded.

"Yes, I'm ten seconds from slapping that grin off your face."

His grin drops, mouth opening in a dramatic gasp while Jimin bursts out laughing and Jungkook covers his mouth with his hand as he silently laughs.

Taehyung's expression doesn't last long though, his lips curving into another grin and you know he's just about to say something stupid.

"Not my cup of tea but we could try it. Didn't know you see me that way, honey."

You widen your eyes, Taehyung laughing at your caught off stare as he got you, clapping his hands.

"Yah," Jungkook interjects, sending a glare to Taehyung who is clearly just making fun and it's not the first time he teases you this way however, it's pretty rare for him. You're like his little sister, so he barely does that.

"Fuck off," you scoff at Taehyung, "You wish." you bite back, his mouth widening for a dramatic act as he grins.

"I mean, you'd have to get in line but–"

"You're disgusting Tae." Jimin muses teasingly, pursuing his lips as Jungkook agrees with a nod.

"What line? Please, I'd rather celibate for the rest of my life."

Taehyung and Jimin start laughing as soon as you say it, your own triumphal grin making it onto your lips while Jungkook amusingly smirks.

Luckily, the timer on your phone that you've set starts to ring, the reminder of a frozen pizza in the oven causing you to stand up as you tap onto your phone screen to turn it off.

"Thankfully, the timer has saved me from this disgusting conversation you guys have going on," you tell him, grinning as you see their scandalized faces while Jungkook just grins behind the can of the beer.

He knows Taehyung can get a little bit too detailed and open most of the time, Jimin following right after but surprisingly, Jimin hasn't been as open as Taehyung tonight even though he jumped into the conversation to talk about stuff you've refrained yourself from.

"I'm looking at you Kim Taehyung." you look at him sternly, trying to hide your smile and the response you get in return is Taehyung sending you flying kisses as you flick him off.

As soon as you're out of the living room, Jimin shoves Taehyung in the shoulder as he laughs.

"What was that?"

"I was just teasing her," Taehyung laughs, "She was quiet most of the time."

"Yeah, she is probably terrified by your gracious sex experiences you graced us with." Jimin snorts, glancing at Jungkook who listens to the two of them while tracing his finger against the rim of the can.

"She never talks about that stuff." Taehyung comments.

"Yeah, not everyone is so open to talk about it like you." Jungkook chirps in, giving Taehyung a pointed look as he shrugs because it's true.

Suddenly, Taehyung's face drops as he thinks of something and a worried look makes it onto his face. This time, it's not him making fun or anything, he looks honest as Jimin raises his brows in question as Jungkook does the same.

"Do you guys think I made her uncomfortable?" He sounds genuinely worried.

"Nah, she handled you pretty well," Jimin assures him, "She joked with you too. Don't worry."

"Jungkook-ah, what do you think?" Jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise, pointing at himself as Taehyung nods. "Yes, you. You know her the most. Do you think I crossed a line?"

Does Jungkook think he crossed a line? It's Taehyung, he knows he makes inappropriate jokes sometimes and sometimes takes it too far away but all of you know him. You know him and if you genuinely felt as if he crossed a line, you'd tell him.

Was it necessary to joke about implying things? He's not sure. He's protective of you and even if it's Taehyung and his own way of joking, he would tell him off if he took it any further. He's your friend after all. Taehyung is harmless and cares about you too.

"Taehyungie, I think if you crossed a line you'd know it, trust me." Jungkook assures him, placing the can on the table as Taehyung sighs in relief while Jimin teases him, trying to lighten up the mood.

Jungkook stands up, excusing himself to help you with the pizza knowing you hate to cut the frozen pizza that tends to have hard crusts which makes it harder to cut it.

He finds you in the kitchen and just like he assumed, you're already struggling with cutting it while the tip of your tongue pokes out of your mouth and a deep frown adores your glowy skin. He chuckles, your eyes falling onto him for a split second as you return to your own task until Jungkook is next to you and he slightly bumps his side to yours.

"Here, let me do it." he tells you and you don't object, immediately handing him the knife as you move away.

"Fuck, it smells so good. I'm so hungry."

You've eaten some of the leftovers from last night but three hours already passed by. Thank god you remembered the frozen pizza you and Jungkook bought – the emergency food – like you called it.

Jungkook chuckles, still cutting the pizza into small triangles while you stand next to him, salivating at the sight of pizza. If he knew you were that hungry, he'd just order a fresh one. Frozen pizza isn't exactly the healthiest and tastiest food out of all options you have.

"Taehyung is worried he crossed a line with you in there." Jungkook tells you, voice quiet and soft as you look at him, brows lifted up as your mouth opens.

"Really?" you wonder, "He hasn't."

"I think it's the beer, whenever he drinks it he makes different kinds of jokes."

At that you both laugh as you agree with him. "He's an idiot. I know he's just joking. It's Tae, come on, I'm more surprised he is actually worried."

"I think he's getting drunk," Jungkook shrugs and you nod, leaving it at that. "Done." Jungkook sings out, putting away the knife as you pull out the plates for all of you.

"Thanks," you smile, watching Jungkook as he starts serving the pizza.

That's until he glances at you, laughing a little at the attention you suddenly give him. Before he can ask what are you staring at, you're already on your tip-toes patting the top of his head as you feel his short hair. It's still soft and bouncy, despite it's shorter than it has ever been. You run your fingers through his hair, smelling the expensive shampoo they use in the hair salons as you can see there's a slight amount of gel in his hair, holding it back from his face.

One can of beer is just enough to let your mouth on the loose and you spill your first thoughts shamelessly to Jungkook. "I love it, but what am I gonna tug you onto?"

Jungkook almost chokes on his spit, staring at you with big eyes as he sucks his bottom lip in. "Shit, don't say stuff like that."

"It's true," you giggle, adjusting a few strands of his hair that is parted in the middle. "Maybe I'll think about the whole face slapping thing." you joke, causing Jungkook to scoff as he slaps your hand away.

"Guess you'll have to find something else then." he hums and you hum in return, nodding.

"Maybe, or we will make it work." you tease, biting onto your lower lip as Jungkook stares at you with an unreadable gaze, muttering a curse under his breath.

"Don't tempt me, guys are here."

"Oh," you gasp, teasing him. "Now that I think of it, Taehyung might enjoy the show."

Jungkook immediately scrunches his nose and mouth, making you giggle at his grimace.

"I will give you a show," Jungkook mutters, slapping your ass as you jump, not even surprised such a simple act makes your skin and insides tingle. "I don't like the audience."

"Oh, you don't?" you continue teasing him, feeling excitement bubbling in your stomach. "Didn't you want to have sex in the forest?"

Jungkook snorts, "Who would be the audience? Squirrels and owls?"

You laugh, slapping your forehead in the process as your eyes are on him once again.

"Unless you're into that. Would you like to have an audience?" Jungkook asks you, cocking his brow at you as your grin freezes a little but that's until you let out a soft chuckle.

"No," you assure him, "You're enough." you tease, slowly inching towards him.

"Yeah?" he hums, looking down with you with a satisfied smirk as your eyes fall onto his lips. They glisten as he licks them, slowly biting on his lower lip before he lets it curl back into his typical, but never boring, smirk.

God, how much you want to kiss him. The last time you had sex was when Jungkook had decided to torture you by sitting on his cock while you made yourself cum. It didn't turn out bad at all, it was actually very fun and you have to admit, you caught yourself randomly getting flashbacks of it in the most inconvenient times.

It might not have been full on sex, but you enjoyed every second of it. Clearly, you can't have sex right now – not with Taehyung and Jimin in the next room. Just one kiss is all you can do, even though it's risky. It's not going to quench the thirst he sparked inside you but at least it's something. Do you want him to bend you over this counter and fuck you? Probably. No, not probably. Yes, absolutely yes.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook asks, although the smirk tells you he probably knows.

"How it's such a shame the guys are in the next room," you reply shamelessly, heart jumping against your ribcage at your own words.

Jungkook's eyes darken and he traces his fingers over your cheek, the softest touch causing you to sigh in content and shiver at the same time.

Even though what you did the last time was something completely new to you and quite adventurous, it still wasn't full on sex. And you miss cumming around his cock, him hitting you from the back while he spanks your ass while he is at it. Fuck, you've got to calm down.

Gulping, you can't look into his eyes and avert your gaze back to his lips.

"I kinda want to at least kiss you but it's risky." you admit, facepalming mentally as soon as you say it.

But Jungkook takes it lightly and you've surely boosted his ego.

You hear the music from the game playing in the distance and you wonder if you could at least steal one kiss, in a desperate hope it will satisfy you enough for now. You know it won't. Kissing with Jungkook barely ends with that – something you have done only during sex this time. That's how it should be. Maybe you could think of this as a foreplay?

"That's a tough decision," Jungkook ponders and you know he is doing this on purpose, making you do the first move as he just stands there and even leans against the counter as if you're having a casual conversation.

And you wish you could find him annoying to the point you would drop it but here you are, salivating at him wearing one of his short-sleeved tight shirts that shows how buff he is.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you wonder if it's worth it or not but before you can decide, Taehyung's voice and footsteps booms from the living room as he approaches the kitchen. You barely have any time to step back and put some distance between you and Jungkook, so it's not suspicious.

Still, Taehyung eyes you suspiciously as soon as he faces you, glancing between you two.

"Where the hell are you guys? Are you cutting it into different shapes?"

"Yes, to the shape of your small dick so it's taking a while." you reply, Jungkook coughing back a laugh before he bursts into laughter while Taehyung laughs at your joke, placing a hand on his chest as he gapes at you.

"You liar, you've seen it and you know it's not small at all!" Taehyung argues, reminding you of that one night two years ago when you both got drunk (actually all of you) but Taehyung was the worst.

The night was wild and you had to spend it at Taehyung's apartment, the two of you shared a bed which Taehyung completely forgot when he started taking off his clothes, accidentally tugging onto his boxers as well as you caught a sight of his penis. It's truly horrifying that you've seen it and you forgot about it, until now.

Everyone had a blast when you told everyone what happened the next morning, poor Taehyung clueless about that happening because he just couldn't remember but he has been smug about it ever since.

"Trust me, I've seen a big dick before and it's not yours." you tease him, using the opportunity to when Taehyung throws his head back as he groans and laughs at the same time, embarrassed by your teasing, you glance at Jungkook as you send him a look with a raise of your brow.

He grins, biting into his lip as he stops himself from reacting any further but you know he loves it.

"Yah! You can be really cruel sometimes!" Taehyung's voice follows behind you as you quickly take some of the plates, Jungkook doing the same as Taehyung doesn't shut up about the size of his dick for a good five minutes.

"Jin wanted us to go in June actually," Jimin informs as you're in the middle of conversation about a camping trip this summer.

Last year's camping trip was definitely interesting. You know this year is going to be different but you're still just as excited. You know everyone was more than down to repeat a good old camping trip the next year. You can't believe months have passed so quickly and it's spring already. Yeah, it's April and it's too soon to be organizing it, but it simply appeared in one of your conversations about everyone's plans for the summer and whether you'll go for a friend's trip. Also, there are more of you than just the four of you, so it's probably safe to ask everyone so they can clear their schedules for a long weekend in the forest.

"Jia will be close to giving birth at that time, so Jin wants to be there with her and June is actually the only summer month he can go."

Ah, you totally forgot Jia is pregnant.

Suddenly, you get flashbacks of the NYE trip where she and Seokjin announced they're expecting a baby. Long before things went downhill for Jungkook. You remember how happy Kiko was for her best friend. You wonder if she felt sad knowing a very similar path was ready for her as well. It had to take a lot of strength for her to be there and share her joy with Jia.

"Won't it be too cold in June?" you interject, shaking off the sad thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm not freezing my ass because of pregnant Jia."

You snort, rolling your eyes at Taehyung who simply just shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, June is a warm month. Maybe if we go at the end of it? I mean summer nights in a forest are cold anyway, so you have to pack blankets, sleeping bags and warm clothes for sure." Jungkook says, Jimin nodding along with him.

"Yeah, I think it's possible to sleep in the tents. Maybe we could try to find something with an accommodation nearby? Just in case it's too cold, so we could stay the night or nights there."

"Yeah, I think that could work," Jungkook nods, "In worst scenarios, we'll just sleep in cars."

Which is pretty inconvenient in Jungkook's opinion because you still need to turn on the heating and engine, so the engine can warm up. And even if the car gets heated, the heat won't probably last the whole night. But like he said, in the worst scenarios that can be an option too. Nobody won't let themselves freeze to death.

"Are we going to the same location or did you guys have in mind something different?" Taehyung wonders and you join, looking at Jungkook and Jimin since they're the ones who were organizing it with others last year.

"We don't know yet," Jungkook shrugs, "I think where we were last year was a good spot. We know shops around there and the way as well. But I don't think it would be a problem if we found something else."

"Yeah, I agree," Jimin says with a nod, "Do you guys wanna do something else in the summer?"

"Me and Y/N actually talked about going on a vacation. I think I talked about it with you guys too, right?" Jungkook asks in thought, trying to remember.

"Ah, yes!" Taehyung jumps in, showing obvious excitement at the word of vacation. It definitely sounds bigger than just a trip.

"Do you have any suggestions? I suppose we all want to go overseas." Jimin asks, looking at all of you as you shrug.

"Personally, I'd love to go somewhere where it's warm and there's a beach." you tell them.

"Yes, I'm joining Y/N." Taehyung immediately agrees.

"Yeah, that's what I had in mind too," Jungkook joins and Jimin does too. "But I think it's better to go to such destinations during the end of summer or during fall. The prices are better for everything."

Vacation surely costs a lot of money, especially if you're planning to go overseas and visit a nice country. You're kind of worried because sure, you have some money saved and you can still set some money aside for it, but you know flight tickets are going to be expensive either way. But you tell yourself you deserve to go on a vacation. It's also something all of you have never done together and it's going to be a new experience. Just the thought of it makes you excited because there is no one else you would want to travel with other than your friends.

"That's true," Taehyung nods, "I think fall sounds good. There won't be as many tourists, prices will be cheaper..." Taehyung names it while pointing with his fingers.

"Do you guys prefer a hotel or something different?"

"I think it'd be nice to rent a small house or apartment. You know, somewhere where we can cook for ourselves, I think that's more domestic and comfortable. Plus, hotels are sometimes way more expensives." you tell them while they listen attentively.

It's actually one way to save at least some money – to cook for yourselves a few times instead of eating in the restaurants. Sure, you will do that too for sure but if you cook for yourselves a few nights, you can still save up some money.

"Honestly, I don't care. Both sound good." Taehyung shrugs.

"Renting something sounds nice. Like you said, it's more domestic and homey."

"Yeah, I like that too," Jungkook says, giving you a smile and you return it. "Maybe we should start planning it soon while the prices aren't too high up."

"Agreed, we should probably think of the destination and then start planning it."

All of you agree. You're the first one to get to bed, the constant yawning making you realize you stayed up for too long. So you bid goodbye to Jimin and Taehyung, two of them staying for a little bit longer but once they leave, you're already sleeping. You're slightly awakened when Jungkook joins you in the bed at an hour that's uncertain to you, but you quickly fall back asleep.

It's the next day and Jungkook has been busy doing some work in the afternoon while you tidied his apartment and sorting out the laundry, even though there hasn't been that much to do to begin with. Jungkook cleans after himself, barely leaving any mess and the only sort of mess (that could be considered as one) was the full laundry basket.

Around lunchtime, Jungkook informs you he'll work on your bed tonight and you can't lie when you're a little perplexed because Oh, you actually should have your own bed. It's not a big deal and you tend to sprawl out in bed, something Jungkook likes to point out when you wake up and you're glued to Jungkook's side. It wouldn't be that bad, however Jungkook sleeps on the edge, close to falling off the bed. It happens only sometimes, not all the time and mostly you move to the middle but that's it.

Lost for words, you just nod and offer him help even though you've no idea how to assemble it. Jungkook was the one who did it when you first moved into your previous apartment – where you successfully moved out and gave keys to the owner's daughter. She was sweet, almost looking sorry that you had to move out.

You're not much help, Jungkook does the whole work as he tries to figure out how he assembled it since you threw out the manual, something Jungkook scolded you for. You don't remember the bed name and when you offered to look at it online, Jungkook just waved you off and told you he thinks he knows how to do it.

He does the whole thing in his sport shorts and a shirt, so you enjoy the view of focused and hot looking Jungkook with his brows furrowed.

Now that your bed starts to look like a bed, you realize how much you miss it while Jungkook fastens screws on one side.

It's actually better that you will have your own bed back. As much as you never cared about sharing a bed with Jungkook, you never thought of it that much because there were many occasions when you had to stay over and you were literally just sleeping next to each other, both cool with it, you know things feel different. Different in terms that you're not just sleeping next to one another sometimes.

It's good for you to have your own room, not to share a bedroom with Jungkook which seems much more intimate than when you were sleeping over in the past. A boundary is what you need.

"Are you going to just gwak?" Jungkook asks without even looking at you, focusing on the task in front of him before he finishes the screw, glancing at you across his shoulder with a smirk.

"I just might," you shrug, "Come on, take a break. I made lemonade."

Jungkook tends to fully immerse himself in whatever he's doing, wanting to finish everything in one go which is both ambitious and annoying sometimes. He listens to you though, standing up in the middle of your unfinished bed frame that's tilted on one side.

Joining you in the kitchen, you both enjoy the taste of fresh squeezed lemons and mint, Jungkook downed the whole glass in one go.

Looking at the clock, you have your dinner which Jungkook assists you with after you fill your stomachs with roasted chicken and rice. Stomachs full, you both sprawl on the couch while watching television for a good hour or so. When Jungkook insists on finishing your bed tonight, you tell him to do it tomorrow because he looks already tired as it is. He was waking up early, despite today being Saturday, so he could go to the gym in the morning and do some work after.

One more night sleeping in the same bed won't kill anyone and he has no plans for tomorrow.

At the end, he agrees and continues to watch television.

You go to the bathroom early today, wanting to pamper yourself with a good bathtub and some bubbles. You spend a good hour there, borrowing Jungkook's bluetooth speaker as you sing along to your playlist while shaving your body.

Once you make it out of there, Jungkook doesn't miss the opportunity to tease you how long you were in there saying "I thought you drowned". Flicking him off, he follows shortly after and takes a quick shower.

Not wanting to think of tonight too much, you did shave mostly for Jungkook, wanting your exposed legs to be as smooth as possible (even though you don't show them unless they aren't freshly shaved). Finally abandoning your usual fluffy socks you wear to bed (which Jungkook often teases you about), you wear one of your pretty nightgowns that is in soft blue color, satin with lacy edges. It's definitely one of those sexier ones but not one of those that screams "Let's have sex".

Your feet do get cold slightly, hating that as soon as you'll sleep in your own bed, you'll have to wear socks once again. You mostly went to bed without them, which usually ended up with your legs pressed against Jungkook's warm ones, since the man is a walking heater.

Thoughts interrupted with Jungkook coming to the bedroom, your whole mouth salivates when he walks in just in a towel that hangs so lowly on his hips that you fear it's going to drop any second. He notices your stare, looking down for a moment before his eyes are back on you.

"Sorry, forgot my boxers." he mutters, walking to his closet as he pulls them out from a drawer while you keep your eyes on him. He's turned to you with his back anyway, so it's not like he sees you eyeing him like a prey.

"All good," you hum, breath hitching in your throat when Jungkook suddenly drops the towel, exposing you with his perky butt and fine thighs. If you looked closely, you'd be able to see his dick hanging slightly between the gap of his thighs.

Unfortunately, he puts his boxers on, shielding his butt from your hungry eyes while being completely clueless to your stare. Once he turns back and walks out of the bedroom to hang his towel in the bathroom, you lay in the bed with your back leaning against the headboard staring at the spot where he has disappeared.

A minute later he joins you, not even bothering to wear a shirt which makes your skin hot. He grabs his phone, browsing through his social media while you do the same. That's until he puts his phone away once you do, staring at the ceiling.

Making yourself comfortable and laying your head on the soft pillow, you turn your body sideways facing Jungkook. Thanks to the night lamp still turned on on his side, you see his side profile perfectly.

"You know how we spoke about the camping trip yesterday?" He suddenly speaks up, filling up the silence with his soft velvety voice as you hum. "Jimin asked me if he should invite Hoseok as well."

"Oh," You let out, causing Jungkook to nod as he scoffs a little.

"Yeah," he sighs, "I mean... it's not just about me, or about the four of us. Jin and Namjoon are on it too. They most likely will want him there. I don't think it'd be fair of me to say I don't."

"So you don't want him there?" you ask silently, watching as his brows furrow slightly as he shrugs.

"If he doesn't go, I'm fine. If he does, I will try to be fine." he answers simply, your features softening even more.

"What did you tell Jimin?"

"Just that I haven't talked to him ever since he came to pick up... her things," Jungkook sighs once again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jimin and Tae told me I should probably talk to him. Apparently Hoseok is giving me space, so he doesn't want to reach out to me unless he knows I'm ready to talk to him."

"And are you? Ready to talk to him?"

He's quiet for a moment, shrugging. "Will I ever be ready?"

"I don't know, Kook," you mumble, "I think you need to ask yourself if you want him to be your friend or you're okay with him not being it."

"That's the thing. He is, was, my friend and he totally betrayed me. I trusted him, I, it was like a slap to my face when I found out he knew this whole time. He laughed with me while we hung out, we had deep conversations like none of that has ever happened,"

You stare at Jungkook, thinking that he's nowhere near over this and it's pretty understanding. Nothing has ever hurt him like this whole thing.

He feels the biggest sort of betrayal from Hoseok. His older friend that he has known for years. There were times when he was so grateful he introduced him to Kiko. He swore he will be thankful to him for the rest of his life. He knew he looked out for both of them, he was truly their number one fan ever since they started dating.

"Do you think I should talk to him?"

"I think," you take a deep breath, "you should do whatever feels comfortable. If you genuinely think you can't have a friendship with him, maybe that's how it's supposed to be. Or just wait and see how you feel about him in the couple of months. It's still very fresh, there's no need to deal with it if you're not ready."

Jungkook knows but he so desperately searches for an answer, for the right choice so he doesn't have to think about this so much that he gets a headache.

"Well, it's either I face him at some point because I kinda have to or talk to him before that can happen."

"I don't think Hoseok is bad," you confess, Jungkook's eyes fully on you as a slight frown frames his face but he listens to you attentively. "I understand why and how you feel about him. He has hurt you no matter what and you have every right to feel sad, mad and betrayed. But think about it this way... he did it for his best friend. I'm not saying it was right but,"

You give him a look.

"Imagine it's us. Kook, you would do the same thing for me like Hoseok did for her. This doesn't justify what he did, but he clearly wasn't too happy about her decision. But it was her decision and he had her back because he is her best friend. Yes, you guys are close friends but Kiko is his best friend. I just know that if something similar happened to us, we both would have each other's backs. Even if we didn't agree with one another,"

Jungkook looks straight ahead, letting your words ponder in his mind.

He knows you're right. He tried to think about it because it's something similar Hoseok told him too. If Hoseok had decided not to make Kiko tell him the truth, he would probably not know now. And it's like you think the same thing because you say;

"He messed up badly but at least he tried to do the right thing. Even if it meant losing you as his friend."

And it's exactly what a small part of Jungkook's good and empathic heart tries to tell him.

"I just can't see him without being reminded of it all. Reminded of her."

"You're still hurting, Kook. I really think you should talk to someone," He gives you a look. "Someone who isn't your friend."

"I'm fine," he insists and you sigh at his stubbornness, knowing pressuring him will do no good.

He's old enough to ask for help if he truly needs it.

"I think I will talk to him. Not now... but soon." he mutters more to himself, almost as if he makes a promise out loud so he really keeps it.

"Whatever you decide, I'm on your side, Kook." you remind him softly and that's when Jungkook once again realizes.

What an incredible person you are.

And he doesn't know if it's intentional, but it feels as if your words could be taken to Hoseok's situation.

He can imagine Hoseok saying that to Kiko.

Seeing how deep in thoughts Jungkook is (mostly noticing the hurt on his face) you break his thoughts off by tugging off the duvet off your legs. Scooting closer to him, you suddenly show up your leg in the air, fingers brushing against it.

"Try my legs, they're soft."

Jungkook blinks at you, a huge grin suddenly breaking on his lips.

"I trust you." he says with the same grin.

"No, touch them." you insist, Jungkook playfully rolling his eyes at your perseverance as he lets his hand brush along your leg.

You expectedly stare at him, raising your brow sternly as he snorts.

"Hmm, they're super soft," he feigns astonishment as you click your tongue at him and poke your foot into his legs. "What do you want me to say?" he laughs, "They're always this soft."

"Not always," you argue, "I just shave them every day but usually when I'm on my period I don't." you point out, definitely sharing some of the unnecessary information but you don't really find it embarrassing or anything. Quite the opposite. You're comfortable with Jungkook and he doesn't look phased at all either.

"Why do you do it every day?"

"My hair grows super fast and I don't know when we're about to have sex because it's not like we plan it. So I always want to be prepared." you admit, pursing your lips as Jungkook amusingly watches you the entire time.

"You don't have to do that for me or because of me." Jungkook reminds you softly, but your immediate scoff ruins the soft moment.

"You crazy? You want me to have a bush down there?"

Jungkook raises his hand with his palm up, shrugging. "I don't really mind."

You blink at him, wondering whether it's hot of him to not care about that kind of stuff or... what is the other option anyway?

So you raise your brow at him, as if you don't believe him which makes him chuckle.

"I really don't," he emphasizes, "I don't mind hair. If you want to grow a whole bush down there, feel free."

You gasp, cheeks growing hot as you swat his shoulders. "I don't want that. I prefer to be neat down there." you grumble under your breath, kind of hoping Jungkook mishears it but he doesn't.

One of the things you find hot about Jungkook is his pubic hair. He is a man, so it's not like men are judged for it but it's nice to know Junkgook doesn't care about that stuff. It makes you adore him even more and you can't bring yourself to think about whoever will be able to snatch him.

"Whatever you prefer," he hums, sitting up straight as he grabs you gently by your ankle and lifts your leg up to his lips.

He kisses the soft and moisturized skin, giving it a light but long smooch as you swoon over him, heart already picking its pace from the excitement.

He doesn't stop there though, he continues his way up as he tugs onto your leg, bringing you closer to him and angling your body just at the right angle. When his lips stay pressed on your skin, he looks up to check on you and he finds you giving him a light smirk. He chuckles under his breath, the sound silent but deep as he continues. Once he's near the hem of your nightgown, his fingers play with the lacy hem.

"Cute," he comments, suddenly pressing his face between your thighs as he delivers another kiss to the furthest spot the material allows him.

He hikes up your nightgown, expecting to see another barrier but he's completely shocked and welcomed by a sight of your bare pussy. And he looks up, letting you see his sparkling big eyes while you sheepishly grin in return.

"You little minx," he tells you, diving right in as he presses a kiss to your clit. "Were you planning to get fucked?"

You shouldn't be surprised by his language by now, but his words still light up another spark inside your stomach as you can't help but moan once he presses his tongue flat against your clit.

"No, but I hoped to be." you reply breathlessly and honestly, gasping when Jungkook latches his mouth over your soft and wet mound, moving his lips slowly while you clench around nothing.

He pulls away, hovering over you with his big palms spread on each side of your head, holding himself up. You welcome the closeness and trace your fingers over his forearms as you stare at him.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something," he says, voice low and raspy as you tilt your head slightly, still slightly dazed at the sight of him shirtless hovering over you.

"Right now?" you ask, emphasizing while you sound impatient which only makes the corner of his lips lift up.

"Mhm," he hums, inching his face closer as his nose suddenly pokes you in your cheek, hot minty breath hovering over you and you're ready to shudder with excitement and impatience.

"A-are you sure right now?" you breathe out, feeling a soft puff leaving his mouth as he chuckles but he doesn't move as he hums against the side of your face.

"I can multitask,"

He sure can because as soon as he says it, he leans himself on his elbow while the other hand sneaks between your thighs and cups you shamelessly, long digits working their way up and down as you gasp once again, holding onto his forearm for a dear life.

"You know how we first talked about our conditions? About me helping you explore more stuff in your sex life while you help me with my part of the deal?"

Eyes prying open at the mention of your sex life, Jungkook keeps moving his fingers up and down your slit while you're trying to focus what he's even saying. You certainly can't multitask while his hands are on you.

But Jungkook makes sure he doesn't go any further, wanting you to be in your full senses.

"You mean the mutual help?" you ask, breathing out a chuckle as you recall him naming it.

He mimics your reaction, a soft chuckle escaping past his lips like a sweet melody.

"Yes."

"What about it?" you ask, voice getting breathless once again as he starts circling your entrance with his middle finger which makes you automatically let out a rushed but quiet curse.

However, he retracts his hand because he wants you to fully pay attention to him and you do, because your frown is immediately decorating your face which makes him fight off a good laugh.

"You told me you wanted to explore more things, right?" You nod. "Our conversation with Jimin and Taehyung made me think... you never actually told me what you like?"

You can't believe he's asking you this at this moment and for some reason, you shift on your spot beneath him as your frown relaxes slightly but it's still present on your face. It's different to actually openly talk about it, which shouldn't be an issue but – why the hell do you suddenly feel shy in front of him?

"You want me to tell you what I want to try?" you ask quietly, meanwhile Jungkook leans on his other elbow as well, his mouth immediately on your jaw as you close your eyes at the sensation those two pillows bring you.

"Mhm," he hums, "I mean I know you enjoy spanking," he says with the same hum as you gulp, feeling the lust bubbling in your stomach while you shift on your spot, desperate to feel some friction.

And just like that, he gives the side of your ass a light spank which makes you bite your lower lip immediately.

He really is multitasking because his lips stay glued to your jaw as he slowly moves it down your neck. Unfortunately, if he knew how hot you look right now with a bottom lip tucked between your teeth, he would surely look.

"I know you like when I wrapped my hand around your neck,"

And then his fingers trace against your skin on your neck, your whole body shuddering as your body naturally spreads your legs. Fuck, can he get his lower body closer? 

But he's not done yet, his hand caressing your neck before it's wrapped around it. But it just lays there, he doesn't put any pressure on it and his whole touch electrifies you. He's still gentle with his touch, showing you he isn't going into his full mode. He's just giving you a demonstration, a little sneak-peek you've experienced in the mentioned full mode.

"You like many things," he continues, dragging his hand off your neck moving it down until it disappears once it touches the top of your collarbones. "But you never told me. So, I'm asking you. Is there a secret desire you want to do?"

And then his face is above you, staring down at you with attentive eyes and for a moment, you have a trouble realizing he's talking about such a topic.

"I–I don't know,"

Liar, you tell yourself.

Everything Jungkook has done with you intimately, you've enjoyed very much and you actually let him lead your own desires while he tried to figure out what you like. That's what you kind of decided to do when you first had a similar conversation about it at the very beginning of your sex life together. Not even once you felt the need to tell him what to do or what to try – not that it would be a problem at all.

It certainly wouldn't. You preferred Jungkook taking the lead while you just enjoyed whatever he had prepared for you – the things you haven't tried before such as spanking, choking and different things you only heard about. Until he changed that.

"I like everything you do."

"Come on, there has to be something." Jungkook says with a little smile.

You're being delusional because in no way he knows there actually is something you've always been curious about but it was never the right time.

With everything that happened to him, you can't possibly confess that you wanted to know what a raw sex feels like. What it feels like when someone cums inside you. Do you feel it? Do you not feel it at all while it's happening? You actually realize it's stupid to ask that of someone who you're not dating with. Surely, there are risks. Lower with your birth control but it's never a hundred percent.

So it's stupid to even risk such a thing with someone who you're not dating and having a relationship with. There is still a big 'what if', a rational thought occurring in your mind and that's why you never actually voiced your interest in that.

Sure, a lot of people who aren't dating have unprotected sex. But you're responsible and never trusted anyone enough to do that. You want to slap yourself when you remind yourself of having that thought of what it would feel like with Jungkook.

It obviously has a lot to do with trust and you trust Jungkook with your whole life. But can Jungkook affect the risks a hundred percent? He can't.

"There isn't." you assure him, but it tastes weird on your tongue and the way Jungkook tilts his head while he studies you with his dark and big orbs, you know he definitely can tell you're not hundred percent honest.

"I don't believe you," he says simply, "You can be honest with me, you know that, right?" he asks, leaning closer to you as he places a soft kiss against your neck once again and you sigh desperately.

"I know," you murmur, "It's just not possible."

He lifts his head up, frowning in a confusion as he suddenly sits up and you can see wheels turning in his head. You slowly sit up, hair volumized from your previous position and even though it's disheveled, you kind of look like an angel – Jungkook would think if he wasn't trying to figure out why you're suddenly so secretive.

Do you think he's going to shame you for anything you have on your mind?

"Why?" he asks confusingly and god, he looks so soft while asking you with the most innocent and confused tone.

"I will explain later." you tell him, shifting on your spot as you're reminded of the wet spot between your thighs.

"Okay," he nods, not before he studies your face some more.

Wanting to get to the action, you move first as you lock your lips together. Arms around his neck, you bring him closer to you as Jungkook lets you, putting a pressure to make you lay back. He hovers over you again, spreading your legs as he makes himself fit there. Once again, he's hovering over you like he did minutes ago, not wasting any time as he slowly starts to grind against you.

The moment you feel his hardening cock, your juices wetting his boxers right away, you gasp and start grinding your own hips.

"Fuck, that feels good," you moan when he thrusts into you, something about the single barrier of his piece of clothing making it even hotter.

"Yeah?" Jungkook breathes out, rolling his hips into yours as you feel your skin getting hotter and hotter, making it burn up all while your hands slip under Jungkook's arms and you let your fingers graze his hot skin on his back. "Think you can cum like this?"

You give Jungkook a look and he laughs at your expression.

"Don't worry, I will still fuck you if you want."

He knows you want that. But Jungkook is perfect at spicing things up and you wonder, where the hell will you find someone equal to his perfect skills and stamina? You can't worry about that right now because it just brings unnecessary thoughts you know you will have to face later anyway. But you just want to enjoy this while it lasts.

Whether it's a matter of days, weeks or months.

Until one of you decides that's enough.

With a perfect roll of his hips, you're too in your own world to even think about the embarrassment of his boxers being soaked by your wetness that gushes out of you each time you clench around nothing, wishing it was Jungkook's cock.

Jungkook can tell you're already close, not close enough to come in a few seconds but you're getting there. Your eyes closed, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and a frown that shows pure ecstasy. He swears you'd be cumming within the next minute if it weren't for the ringbell that makes both of you break from the pleasure.

"You're expecting someone?" you ask breathlessly, Jungkook sitting back on his knees as he runs his fingers through his short hair.

He shakes his head, "Are you?"

You raise your brow at him. As if you would invite to his place – even though it's a knowledge Jungkook wouldn't mind you inviting someone.

"Let me check who it is," Jungkook sighs, glancing around for his sweatpants while you stand up to grab an underwear. "What are you doing? I'm not done with you." He glances at you as he's putting on his sweatpants, standing up at the edge of the bed.

"What if it's someone we know?" you point out, "Look what I'm wearing."

Jungkook doesn't protest, not having enough time with you to argue as he walks out of the bedroom to get to the front door.

You slip your panties on, scrunching your nose because of the discomfort your wetness brings you. Looking for your robe, the thin silky one since you already put away your fluffy pink one for the colder months, you put it on once you find it in the closet.

Peeking out of the door, you hear voices and it takes you five seconds to realize the deep voice that gets closer is actually Taehyung. Just as you realize it, Taehyung comes to the view with Jungkook trailing behind him still shirtless which makes you panic slightly. What if Taehyung suspects something?

"Can you believe it?" Taehyung's deep voice booms again, he sounds frustrated and annoyed which makes you walk out of the bedroom with a concerned face.

"What's wrong?" you ask, earning the attention from the two men as Jungkook sighs behind Taehyung.

"I don't know, I'm still trying to figure it out." Jungkook mutters, obviously confused at the sudden presence of Taehyung at this hour but most importantly, his behavior as he barged in.

"Jimin," Taehyung scoffs, "That idiot has a girlfriend!" he exclaims, and you swear you almost choke on your spit.

Whatever you would think he's about to say, this is definitely not one of those things.

Did you hear him right?

Jimin? The man that loves to hook-up and never showed interest to be in a relationship? Years of knowing him and his choice of life-style, very similar to Taehyung's if not the same, you can't help but be shocked by Taehyung's reveal.

Jungkook looks as equally surprised, widening his eyes as he scratches his chest in thought.

"And... that is a problem because?" Jungkook speaks, filling the silence as Taehyung turns around and scoffs.

"The times he bailed on us was because he had a girlfriend this whole time. He kept it a secret!"

You stand there dumbfounded, sharing a look with Jungkook as you're trying to grasp why it is such a problem.

"Are you mad at him because he chose not to tell us?" you ask slowly, still trying to figure it out as Taehyung frowns and thinks it through.

He stays quiet, his shoulders suddenly dropping as he sighs in defeat. "No, I just can't believe he betrayed me like that."

You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth as Taehyung glares at you. "I'm sorry but... what were you? Were you in a secret relationship we don't know about?"

It's Jungkook's turn to stifle a laugh as he leans against the back of the couch with his front.

"Like you are the one to joke about secret relationships," Taehyung mutters and your face drops, giving him a glare.

For a moment you're worried as if he knows about you and Jungkook, but then you remember he actually talks about you and Jungkook hiding your deal the first time.

"Anyway, he just never told me he likes someone. Or he even thinks about dating someone. Plus he was so secretive and ew, I think he really likes her."

You and Jungkook snort.

"I'm sure you will find someone you will like too, Taehyung-ah." you assure him, coming closer to him as you pat his shoulder.

He scoffs, visibly repulsed by the idea. "I don't want to find someone I like!"

"You're not gonna be single for the rest of your life, Tae." you tell him. Not that it would be something wrong if he ended up single.

Not everyone wants to have a relationship and have a lover in that sense. Taehyung is enjoying this lifestyle but you do believe there will come a time when someone walks into his life and he will like that person. Like them more than someone he just wants to have sex with.

"Nah, I'm gonna be a sugar daddy when I'm old or something." He waves you off and you laugh, shaking your head at him.

"You actually have to be loaded to be a sugar daddy." Jungkook reminds him cheekily.

"There is always a time, Jeon Jungkook," Taehyung narrows his eyes at Jungkook. "Anyway, I'm feeling sick from how in love he sounded so I'm staying over, okay? Hope you lovebirds don't mind having another roommate for the night,"

You stutter over your words, Jungkook equally surprised by Taehyung's own invitation to his home but most importantly – you two have unfinished business and a part of it is in Jungkook's boxers right now, which is hidden from Taehyung's eyes. Oh my god, did he lean against the couch to cover his bulge? 

"I can take the couch, it's fucking comfy anyway," Taehyung turns around and walks to the couch as he makes himself comfortable there.

"Uh, okay?" Jungkook says unsurely, the two of you sharing a look, fully realizing Taehyung just totally cockblocked you.

"Or I can share a bed with you, I can keep you warm. I love to cuddle with something anyway." Taehyung shamelessly says to you, wiggling his brows teasingly as you widen your eyes, not knowing whether you're lost for words or you want to laugh with him. You can't believe he just compared you to something.

"I, uh, I actually don't have my own bed yet."

Taehyung suddenly stares at you, a grin freezing as he slowly looks between you and Jungkook, your heart picking up its pace as you feel you're about to go full in panic mode for some reason.

"Oh," He lets out, "I mean it's not like you both haven't shared a bed anyway. More than that actually." he says, teasing both of you as you feel the heat rushing back to your cheeks while Jungkook straightens and clears his throat.

"It's almost done. I'm planning to finish it tomorrow," Jungkook informs him, but it's not like Taehyung actually cares because he already starts putting some of the extra cushions to the floor.

You realize he's already wearing pajamas which could be mistaken by a pair of grey sweatpants and a matching shirt.

"I will bring you a blanket and a pillow." Jungkook tells him, watching him as Taehyung looks at him.

"Actually make those two, two pillows. No, three if you've got any."

Jungkook purses his lips, "Sure." You see him rolling his eyes in annoyance at Taehyung who doesn't see it because Jungkook is already walking to his bedroom with his back turned to Taehyung.

Standing there for a moment, Taehyung smacks his lips and closes his eyes as if you weren't there, completely ignoring your presence as you snort and follow Jungkook into his bedroom. You find him pulling an extra blanket and actually finding some extra pillows for Taehyung.

"Can you bring it to him?" he asks you, a huge pile of the blanket and pillows on the floor as you stand there dumbfounded.

"Why?"

"Look at me for fucks sake." Jungkook exclaims, whispering loudly at you as he points towards the visible hard bulge in his boxers. Well, at least it's not in its fully hard state because in that way Taehyung would notice for sure.

"Alright, alright, calm down your balls." you mutter, picking up the things which you struggle with but manage to hold it all in your arms.

Jungkook delivers a slap to your ass, the sound echoing in the room as you both freeze, looking at each other. You glare at him but Jungkook just grins at you.

"Calm down your tits, he probably didn't hear."

Groaning, you wish your hands would be free so you could show him your middle finger.

Bringing it to Taehyung, he thanks you and makes himself comfortable, ordering you to turn off the lights which you do with a grumble. He sends you a flying kiss with his eyes already closed and arms crossed over his chest.

What a turn of events for tonight.

It's twenty minutes after and you both just lay on your backs, hands on your own stomachs as you stare at the dark ceiling. It's more than clear Jungkook is awake too, the last time you glanced at him which was approximately around a minute ago, his eyes were wide open. Thanks to the unclosed blinds, there is at least some kind of moonlight present in the room.

The entire apartment is silent, no sounds heard.

"Do you think he's asleep?" Jungkook mutters, quietly with his deep voice which sounds even deeper as he tries to keep quiet.

"He's a fast sleeper, so... probably." you answer with a whisper.

A rustling sound of the sheets comes from Jungkook's side as he turns to you, leaning on his elbow as you see him staring at you. It's too dark to make out his features but you just know he's looking at you because it's quite obvious.

"You still wanna fuck?" he asks, a shocking jolt of excitement and lust filling your body as the thought of having sex with someone in the other room makes you both anxious and excited.

"What if he hears us?" you ask back, voice still coming out as a whisper but you're intrigued, leaning on your elbows too.

"You're gonna have to be quiet then." Jungkook proposes as if you always make every sound.

"It's not just about me, Jeon," you mutter kind of loudly, silencing your voice. "Sex isn't soundless."

And by that you mean, if Jungkook plans to fuck you there's no way the very familiar sounds of your bodies meeting and your wetness around his length every time he thrusts will come out as soundless.

"There's always a way around it. I told you I'm not done with you."

You cock your brow at him, nibbling in your bottom lip as you press your thighs together under the sheets, knowing you know your answer before you even say it.

"Okay,"

You're risking a lot actually. It's not like you desperately want to keep the relationship you currently have with Jungkook away from Taehyung. And that includes Jimin too. But you're just not ready to tell them and first of all, it's not any of their business. What would you say anyway? Just come up to them and announce to them you and Jungkook are hooking up whenever you want to?

You know Taehyung would never judge you, maybe tease the hell out of you and Jungkook. Jimin might not completely judge you but he surely would voice his concerns of your stupid decision based on your hormones, lust and selfishness.

Either way, maybe you will bring it up once you and Jungkook feel comfortable or just won't tell them. Whatever feels right for you and him.

Jungkook scoots closer to you, his body pressed to your right side as he slips his arm under the sheets and finds his place between your thighs once again. You allow him the space, spreading your legs slightly.

"Fuck, you're still wet," he mutters, "I never found Taehyung annoying as much as he just cockblocked me tonight."

You giggle, especially at the annoyance he portrays toward Taehyung, but it dies down as soon as Jungkook starts rubbing you. A moan threatening to escape past your lips, you quickly bite it back and let Jungkook tease you while you shift on your spot impatiently.

"Jungkook," you whine by a whisper, still reminding yourself to keep it quiet. "I need you."

"I'm right here." he teases you and you groan, squeezing his biceps in return as you glare at him in the darkness.

And then he slips a finger inside you, pumping it slowly as you welcome the penetration but it's still not what you're yearning for the most. As much as you feel excited to be doing this, the thrill of someone else in the bedroom, you wouldn't be able to live it up if Taehyung walked on you having sex. He wouldn't let you live. You're also impatient, nervous you'll break and make any louder sounds if Jungkook is going to play with you.

"Jeon," you scold him, but still embarrassingly grinding against his finger as he adds another that makes you gasp silently, mouth falling open. "I'm serious, please just fuck me."

Jungkook sighs in disappointment, or at least that's what you think it is, but allows his fingers to glide out of you. Your body protests immediately, needing his touch but you're momentarily distracted when Jungkook suddenly brings his fingers to your lips. He brushes them against your bottom lip, your wetness smearing across it making it glisten which could be seen if there was any extra lightning. Before you know it, he's putting a slight pressure on them and you know what he wants, so you fulfil his wishes by welcoming his two long digits into your mouth.

Your own taste is present on your taste buds as you wrap your mouth around his fingers, letting your tongue twirl around them as you suck. Cleaning your own juices off his fingers, he pulls them out slowly with a light pop.

"Good girl," he says with a deep, hushed and raspy voice that makes you want to whine in even more impatience.

Luckily, Jungkook turns his upper body towards his nightstand, not even bothering to close it as he pulls out a condom. Ripping the foil package, you can make out him tossing it onto the floor as he kicks off the sheets off his body and pulls down his boxers. Wishing you could see a clear image of him putting the latex down his hard length, you have to settle for the outlines of his body.

Jungkook is quick and expert at this, rolling on the condom perfectly as you clearly see himself giving a few test pumps before he fully disregards his boxers. You already grasp the sheets and pull them off your body, inviting Jungkook which he welcomes naturally and settles between your spreaded legs, just for him. The sheets cover Jungkook's lower body once he takes it from you, draping it over your and his bodies.

"Ready?" he asks quietly, leaning closer to you as you feel his tip brushing against your thigh.

"Yeah," you breathe out, eagerly anticipating the feeling of him entering you which comes in a second.

He props up with his arm by your head while the other is on his length, guiding himself to your entrance which he finds naturally and quickly. You immediately curse at the sudden stretch of his cockhead pushing past your folds, slowly inching deeper and deeper. Nails digging into Jungkook's back, you try to keep your mouth shut but it's hard when the intense stretch makes your eyes tear up.

"Shhh," Jungkook reminds you, face above you as you notice a faint sight of his brows pinched together.

"I'm trying." you tell him through clenched teeth, Jungkook still pushing his hard and thick length into you.

"You're clenching around me, you're not making it any easier," Jungkook scolds you by a whisper and you scoff, grunting right away when he finally slips entirely inside of you.

You both sigh in content, your body relaxing as Jungkook starts to pull out, just to softly push back in. He builds up the pace of his thrusts, which is also based on your body's reaction to him while he attentively watches you (or tries to in the dark to tell apart your reaction). Your soft moans and the way you try to control them, imprisoning them in your mouth by biting harshly into your lower lip, tells him enough to know you're enjoying this as much as being quiet suddenly feels like the hardest task in the world.

You still have to keep quiet, no matter how many meters and a wall separates you from your sleeping – (hopefully) – friend. Jungkook thrusts are slower than usual but deep and sharp which knocks the breath out of you every time he does it.

It feels so good, it's definitely different compared to the usual rough and wild sex you have. Having to be quiet and careful plays a role in it too, since usually you don't have to be too careful of another person being in the same place as you. It all has its own spark and new feelings to it.

Rolling your hips into Jungkook, your thrusts meet as his pelvis bone presses into yours every time. Bodies on fire, you can't keep your eyes open as you dive into the pure ecstasy of Jungkook's skillful thrusts as you feel your stomach tightening.

It's not hard for Jungkook to tell you're close. Your walls tightening around him would be enough to tell him that. However, Jungkook grows frustrated at the lack of feeling of you. Sure, he feels your walls wrapped around his length but it's so faint he barely feels it, all he feels is a slight pressure that's just not good enough. He still needs to control himself, reminding himself he can't pound into you like there's no tomorrow just because of his desperate need to make himself feel something more.

"Fuck, Kook," you moan, totally oblivious to his inner furstration as he focuses on your moans, face burying into the crook of your neck as he thrusts harder.

His moves are sharper, the sheets covering your bodies barely muting the sounds of your skin meeting. With your hands on his back, nails scratching the skin there, you allow your back to arch as you finally let the knot snap inside you that makes you cum. You cum in a record time, Jungook fucking you through it with the same sharp and deep thrusts.

Growing sensitive and overstimulated, you try to coax Jungkook to cum by rolling your hips into his but that comes in return is Jungkook's frustrated growl which is muffled by your neck and pillow luckily.

"What's wrong?" you ask, knowing Jungkook isn't one to take too long to cum.

Sure, his stamina is great but you can tell there's something wrong.

Jungkook stops, hovering over you as he stays inside you. "Fuck, I think it's the condom."

"What?" you ask in alert, Jungkook quickly shaking his head as if to soothe down your worries.

"I can barely feel you," Jungkook says through clenched teeth, frustrated as he pulls out of you.

Leaning towards his nightstand, you lean on your elbows just to be met with a light of his night lamp being turned on. You squint your eyes at the sudden brightness while Jungkook is looking for the box of condoms, rummaging it with an unnecessary noise but as you're about to scold him, he already finds it and picks it up. Brows furrowed, you watch him read the box as he scoffs.

"Extra thick and extra safe," he reads out loud, scoffing and frustratedly tossing the box of condoms away. "Makes sense."

"You're the one who bought it." you chirp in, annoyingly reminding Jungkook which doesn't make him feel any better and you get a slight glare in return.

"It was the only one they had," he points out, stating matter of factly as you roll your eyes at him. "Fuck, I'm not buying them next time."

"What are we gonna do?" you ask, staring at Jungkook's hard cock that's wrapped in a condom and the sight suddenly makes you giggle, finding his frustration and this situation funny.

It brings only more annoyance and frustration on Jungkook's face as he frustratedly takes the condom off and goes to bin it. He joins you on the bed, hand running through his disheveled hair.

"Fucking extra thick and safe," he mutters and you giggle, trying to keep your voice down. "I'm not buying this brand again."

You sit down, silently giggling to yourself as you scoot closer to him, placing your hands on his tensed shoulders. "Come on, lay down." you urge him, leaning to turn the lights off.

Jungkook obeys, laying back to bed while the bedroom is swallowed in the darkness once again. You hover over him, tossing a leg over his body as you sit back on his thighs. You cringe at the wetness meeting his skin immediately, cursing at yourself for forgetting about your own mess between your thighs.

"Sorry." you whisper, Jungkook's hands coming to your sides.

"No, don't apologize," he tells you as you lean down and place a kiss to his mouth.

You start kissing his neck, your right hand already finding his cock slapped against his stomach as you start pumping it. Jungkook sighs pleasantly, making himself comfortable as he wiggles on his spot, clearly finally getting enough friction and attention. You want to snort but fight against it, continuing to work on his neck with your mouth while you squeeze his shaft, tracing your thumb on top of it.

"Yeah, that feels good," he sighs, voice tight and breathy while his hands make it to your ass.

He pulls your cheeks apart, massaging the flesh as you gasp against his skin. Focus, Y/N, you remind yourself not wanting to feel aroused again and risking the chance of a round two with Taehyung in the next room. But Jungkook makes it hard with his needy and touchy hands.

Suddenly, Jungkook presses onto your ass and you grind against him, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth as your hand leaves his length for a moment.

"Sorry," Jungkook apologizes sheepishly, growing impatient with you just pumping his cock.

You glare at him, gasping when your hips are inched forward and you suddenly feel it. The hard and hot flesh you're currently sitting on, your chest flushed against Jungkook's while you feel your wetness coating Jungkook's cock. Naked, with no barrier.

It feels like your head is about to spin, not believing you feel him like this against you. Quickly bracing yourself, you sit back and get off his length as you choose to sit next to him instead.

Glancing at Jungkook, you find him propped on his elbow, body slightly tensed as you feel his eyes on you even in the darkness. Once you wrap your hand around him, he relaxes and another apology croaks out of his mouth as he lays back and lets you pump his solid length.

"It's fine." you assure him, leaning down to his length as you take him into your mouth.

The rest of the few minutes go with you sucking him off, ignoring the way you clench around nothing when Jungkook lets out even the slightest breathy sound as he's enjoying the warmth of your mouth around him. Your previous plan of not wanting to get all hot and needy failed, Jungkook not helping you at all when his arm stretches to your ass and starts to rub your pussy while you try to make him cum.

You whine, torn between slapping his hand away or letting him rub you. It feels too good to tell him to stop and with you being focused (trying to be) on sucking him off, you just let him feel your wetness. It's in the middle of you drooling all over his cock, both mouth and hand busy, when Jungkook finally cums into your mouth.

You swallow the liquid, not letting it linger in your mouth any longer than it's necessary, the panic of Taehuyng being awake is the main priority at the moment, now that all of your and Jungkook's needs have been dealt with.

As soon as you don't feel his hand on you, you persuade yourself it's for the better because apparently, the condoms aren't good and you don't want to risk doing anything more.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, glancing at Jungkook when you grab your robe and quickly tie it around your frame, seeing him pulling some random sweatpants on.

"I gotta clean up myself." he shrugs as you sigh.

"Wait here, I'm going first."

"What, why?" he whines.

"Because Taehyung might be awake, you idiot." you scold him, pointing out the obvious as Jungkook huffs.

"He is not, or else he would barge in here. But fine, but be quick I can feel your cum drying on my thighs."

He slouches back on the bed, ushering you to move as you roll your eyes.

Luckily, Taehyung is still asleep and not even a sound comes out from the living room as you walk by to the bathroom. You're as fast as possible, finding Jungkook slowly falling asleep in the same position you left him when you come back. You kick him in the shin to wake him up, he stands up with a grumble.

"Suddenly not minding to fall asleep with my dried cum on you?" you sarcastically ask, teasing him a little as you see him showing you his middle finger. You don't see it clearly, just the outline of it is enough to make you bite back a laugh.

"Fuck off," he grumbles under his breath, "You wanted to clean first."

And he is out of the door before you can think of a comeback, sighing because it has no point to do that in the middle of the night.

Hating to admit it, you still wait for Jungkook to come back until you fully allow yourself to fall asleep but in your defense, he doesn't take too long and joins you in a few minutes before your eyes can even flutter shut.

Your last night while sharing a bed with Jungkook is peaceful, just like the previous ones always had been. And it certainly has nothing to do with Jungkook's warm and soft breath hitting the back of your neck.

The morning comes too quickly in your opinion. Maybe it's the sunlight peeking through unclosed blinds you forgot to close last night that makes you painfully squint your barely open eyes. Looking at the clock, it's not as early as you expect it to be and the whole apartment seems to be swallowed in silence, which makes you question where everyone is.

Suddenly being reminded of Taehyung's presence, it's weird that it's still quiet at ten o'clock.

Still wearing your nightgown, it's better to change before Taehyung sees your extremely exposed skin – not that he would care – but you're not in the mood for any early jokes and teasing on your account which would surely involve Jungkook as well.

Changing to your usual morning lazy outfit – a pair of beige sweatpants and a large white shirt – you make it into the bathroom to take care of your appearance and morning hygiene. It doesn't take you long, just enough to open the door and smell the delicious smell of bacon and eggs.

On your way following the smell, you notice Taehyung still cuddled to the pillow and blanket, his butt peeking off the couch as you chuckle but silently make it to the kitchen.

You're not surprised to see Jungkook completely awake, dressed in sport shorts and an oversized black shirt, looking fresh and wide awake as if he has been up for hours now.

"Don't you ever sleep?" you mumble behind him, joining him in the kitchen as he glances over his shoulder with a corner of his lips tilted upwards.

"Do you ever wake up before nine?" he asks in return, cackling when you smack his back when you walk past him.

"Yeah, if i have to," you say dumbfounded, earning another chuckle at the obviousness in your tone. "This smells good. You need help with anything?" you ask, looking around to see if there is anything you could do but you already find everything prepared.

Plates, glasses, sliced bread and a bowl of fruit... Jungkook has already taken care of everything.

"No, just sit down your pretty ass. Breakfast will be served soon,"

You raise your brow at him, earning another grin from him as he turns off the stove, serving the fried bacon on a plate. But you stand there, ignoring the way Jungkook cocks his brow at you and smirks when you haven't listened to him.

Once Jungkook puts away the pan, letting it cool down he turns to you, giving you a look which you return with a cheeky smile, raising your brow at him.

"You never listen, do you?" he chuckles.

"Of course not, you should know that by now Jeon." you tease him, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue as he playfully rolls his eyes at you.

"You're provoking me." he states matter-of-factly, staring into your eyes as you can't help but smirk. He knows.

"Am I?" you cock your head to the side, Jungkook inching closer as you slowly take a step back, playfully smirking at him.

"Was last night not enough for you?"

And the profound confidence and cockiness makes you eye him from head to toe, staring back at his eyes through your eyelashes before you say; "Wasn't it enough for you?"

Jungkook growls, bumping into you as your bodies clash together as his hand makes it to your ass, delivering a slap to it as you laugh, hands on his chest while his both hands squeezes your asscheeks.

"What. The. Fuck."

It's like you've been electrified, both jumped away from each other as you stare at freshly awoken Taehyung with his eyes wide despite the evident sleepiness in them. His hair is disheveled, face puffy as he stares dumbfoundedly at the two of you.

You're screwed. One part of you tries to tell you that it's not a big deal but looking at Taehyung, you feel like your heart is in your throat and you're about to get scolded for some reason.

You're both so stupid. Getting touchy when he could've walked in any time. Which happened. You both were just stupid to let yourself get carried away.

"Taehyung, you are awake?" you manage to ask as if what he saw was nothing, voice too high and light which makes him stare at you even more, blinking slowly.

"Clearly I wasn't supposed to be!" he exclaims, throwing his arms suddenly as he eyes you both suspiciously but you know he knows. He's not stupid to let this go and think of this as nothing happened.

"Tae, this doesn't have to be a drama, okay?" Jungkook speaks up softly, watching his older friend starting to both catch a breath as he lets out a humorous laugh.

"You just were all over Y/N's ass!" he points at Jungkook as if he accused him of something.

Jungkook shrugs, there's no point in denying it when he clearly saw it.

"Hold the fuck on," Taehyung pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing in and out before he walks to the dining table and seats himself.

He stares at you with a firm gaze, the situation kind of wants to make you laugh but you hold yourself back. Somehow, Jungkook's presence and his obvious pose makes you more comfortable because you know he will take care of this.

"You guys are dating too?"

"No." you and Jungkook answer at the same time, both of you looking at each other without turning your heads, giving yourselves a side look.

"No, it's not that." Jungkook adds, cringing at himself since he says it awkwardly and slowly.

"Phew, thank fuck," Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief, "I mean, don't get me wrong... it's just the situation with Jimin, imagine if y'all dated someone. I would be a fucking outcast!" he exclaims dramatically as you roll your eyes at him and join him at the table, not before taking the bacon with you.

"Calm down, weirdo. We are not dating," you assure him, "With your lifestyle, you're gonna be the only single one at some point."

"Oh, fuck off." Taehyung grumbles and mockingly grimaces at you.

"Oh, fuck off." you mumble back childishly, doing the same grimace.

Sighing, you reach for the glass of orange juice Jungkook has so kindly poured everyone before you even came here.

"So you just casually let your friends slap your ass?" Taehyung suddenly asks, causing you to almost choke but luckily, you haven't taken a sip yet.

You glare at him, Jungkook clearing his throat as a silence follows.

"What? Here I was talking about face slapping the other day and you're–"

"Okay, that's enough." Jungkook butts in, placing a bottle of ketchup on the table.

"I'm just fucking confused right now, I feel like I'm hangover," Taehyung says, clutching the side of his head. "So what is this then? Don't tell me you have another fake dating deal going on. Who are you trying to get back? Don't tell me it's that adolescent douche."

You snort, shaking your head. "Relax, we are not trying to get anyone back."

"We are just hooking up."

"Jungkook!"

"What?" he exclaims back, "He already saw us. What's the point of not going straight to the point?"

"Wait, wait, wait," Taehyung says quickly, digging into the scrambled eggs as he puts it into his mouth, munching on it. "You guys are hooking up?"

"That's what I just said, didn't I?" Jungkook sighs, sitting on the opposite side of you and Taehyung.

"You guys are fucking crazy," Taehyung mutters, "But hey, good for you. At least you have sex again." he tells you, causing Jungkook to hold back a laughter as you nudge your shoulder into Taehyung's.

"Shut up," you grumble, "What do you even know about my sex life?"

"Practically nothing, I thought it was non-existent." Taehyung mutters causing you to glare at him.

"Not everyone fucks everyone with a pair of tits."

"Hey, it's not everyone. Just everyone who's willing to share that pair of tits with me."

All three of you burst into laughter at that, a silence following once you calm down as Taehyung keeps eyeing you while he sips on his juice.

"What is it, Taehyung?" you ask finally, not standing the prying eyes on you for more than a second.

"Nothing, nothing," Taehyung whistles but then he breaks, "Oh my god, I can't believe you two are actually fucking! I knew you just wouldn't go back to being friends!"

"We are friends," you argue immediately, meanwhile Jungkook is stuffing his face with food as if this conversation doesn't involve him. Honestly, it just makes you mentally shake your head at him for not saying anything further, leaving you to handle annoying and teasing Taehyung by yourself. "We went back to just being friends!" you exclaim as you see Taehyung's raised brow, obviously not believing you.

Your frustration rises as Taehyung purses his lips.

"No, really! It just happened... Anyway, we are both single so..." you mumble, not even knowing how to get out of this conversation but with Taehyung, it's impossible.

"Yeah, for how long..." Taehyung mutters quietly under his breath but gives you a teasing grin once your eyes meet. "I'm happy for you, though. I really am."

Jungkook snorts, leaning against the stool as he chews the food while you give Taehyung a weird look.

"Happy for us?" you ask dumbfounded as Taehyung nods.

"Yeah," he nods, shrugging. "Happy you have sex, enjoying your youthful life... with Jungkook out of all people."

"Okay, what is that supposed to mean?" you exclaim, Taehyung almost choking on his food as he bursts into another fit of laughter.

"Okay, I think that's enough," Jungkook says, "Please, Tae. Let us live, okay?"

"Fine, fine, fine." Taehyung waves him off, keeping his mouth shut.

Finally you're about to eat in a peaceful quiet until another topic comes up and you couldn't be happier.

Still, Taehyung keeps amusingly smirking at his plate but you choose to ignore it. Both of you do.

[jo-harrington]

Strawberry Shortcake (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Pairings/Relationships: Older!Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings/Themes: Meet Cute (ish), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Medical-Related Talk/Hospitals (Nothing Graphic), Food/Eating

Note: Having a bad day on top of a bad week on top of a bad whatever. My uncle was in the hospital unexpectedly; he’s home now but that hospital in particular is one that doesn’t hold a lot of great memories. (Which ones do?) It's fine, but here we are throwing Eddie into the pot to make things a little easier. If only he was there to have strawberry shortcake with me.

Tagging @deathbecomesthem at their request. Thanks for always being there Than.

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Eddie stared deeply into the cooler, as though he'd find the meaning of life between cups of half-rotten grapes and soggy egg salad sandwiches.

Foods like this...well, they were old friends--too many gas station stops and midnight runs to 7-11s in his life--but for some reason this felt like the hardest decision of his life.

Actually, he'd like something hot for dinner, and the food here actually wasn’t that bad, if he remembered the last time he found himself haunting the halls of Roane County Memorial Hospital. But the cafeteria line is closed. So he'd have to settle for premade sandwiches and salads because he wasn't going to venture outside anytime soon.

His nerves would eat him before he could eat anything if he left.

"The PB&J is pretty good," a gentle voice startled him and an arm crossed in front of him to grab the aforementioned sandwich.

PB&J Crunch - Grape Jelly

"I don't like crunchy peanut butter," he dismissed, trying not to sound as hollow as he felt.

"It's not crunchy peanut butter," you explained and then squinted down at the label. "It's got granola in it or something. It's pretty good, I promise."

He considered it for a second, wondered if his current mental state will tolerate bits in his sandwich, but then he realized he was too tired to care. He just needed to eat something.

He grabbed a sandwich and then a soda from the bottom of the cooler, and he was about to head over to the tired cashier when you asked, "do you like Strawberry Shortcake?"

He paused and looked at you.

Really looked at you, looking back at him with kind and understanding eyes, a small smile on your lips.

There was something else there too. Weariness. That was an old friend too, to both of you it seemed. But where his hung off him like some insidious creature clinging to his back, you wore it as well as you wear your Jurassic Park t-shirt and ripped jeans.

It was worn in and comfortable. You're used to it. He could tell.

And still you're trying to be nice to him.

The least he could do was accept your kindness, even if he couldn’t offer anything back.

"Isn't the sandwich sweet enough?" he asked.

"You look like someone who has a sweet tooth. Besides, if you..." you bit your lip for a second in contemplation, then shook your head. "Nevermind. It's my treat."

"Thank you."

You grabbed two little plastic cake containers from the cooler and then followed him to the cashier. Once you handed the cake to him, he in turn followed you to a table in the corner of the cafeteria.

He felt a little pathetic, following like a little lost duckling, and although he wasn’t really in the mood for conversation, he didn't want to be alone.

Thankfully, you seemed to know exactly what he felt in that moment, and you remained silent as wrappers were peeled open and bites were taken from your respective PB&Js.

You were right about the sandwich, it was pretty good. Reminded him of the sandwiches his mom made for his lunches.

He said goodbye to peanut butter and jelly after his mom spent time in this very hospital.

He said goodbye to his...shit, what didn't he say goodbye to after his own lengthy stay back in '86?

And now?

What would he say goodbye to now?

"Growing up doesn't always mean saying goodbye to things," Wayne told him once, oh so long ago, when they stood side by side at the counter spreading mustard and layering cold cuts onto thin slices of sandwich bread. "But it means they get a little fonder when you make your way back to them."

He's grateful for the peanut butter sticking to the roof of his mouth so he'd have something to focus on instead of the sting of tears in his eyes.

"You know," you finally broke the silence as you set your own sandwich down to take a sip of your soda. "This is what I eat every time I find myself here."

"You find yourself here a lot?"

He laughed as soon as the words left his mouth; not an amused laugh, almost a self-deprecating one. It sounded a lot more flirty than he intended it too, especially given the circumstances, and he felt like an idiot.

You did him a favor as you ignored him, and instead gestured to the food.

"PB&J, Strawberry Shortcake, Dr. Pepper. My mom had this...I don't even know if you'd call it a heart attack...a few years ago. I stayed with her the whole time she was here recovering; couldn't stop crying that first night, which of course made everything better.

"The nurses kicked me out at some point. Sent me down here to get some food. And the only thing that looked good was the Strawberry Shortcake. It was the only thing I ate until she got to go home. Just. Mountains of Strawberry Shortcake."

You broke open the seal on your cake, then did the same for his, talking as your hands kept busy and even as you took your first bite.

"It's what she makes me for my birthday every year," you finished through the mouthful of cake, "and this one almost tastes as good as hers does. Almost. But it's something I can control when everything else feels like it's falling apart."

You stared at him pointedly and then glanced down at his slice of cake.

Eddie stared at the cake-- at the layers of fluffy yellow sponge and swirling whipped cream and dense, gooey strawberries--and considered your words.

Control. Yeah he could use a little bit of that right now.

He picked up the fork and severed the soft corner, then shoved it into his mouth.

It was an assault of the senses, the unlocking of a memory that didn’t even feel like it was his. A store bought birthday cake that he and Wayne had gotten for his mom for the first birthday she had after his dad got sent away. She said it was the best cake she ever tasted, and he and Wayne both agreed.

This seemed like it would be a close second.

“My uncle,” he began, voice thick with emotion and whipped cream. “He had an accident at work. I live in Indy. Not too far but far enough that he didn’t have me as an emergency contact. Called him to tell him something I heard about the Colts. That old bastard…he always picks up the phone when he’s home. Always. But he didn’t this time.

“Figured maybe he picked up an extra shift or something. He gets bored. ‘Specially when I’m not around. But he didn’t answer for a few days and when I called the plant, they said he was here.”

The rest felt like a blur.

Driving out to Hawkins, seeing Wayne in that bed, talking to the doctors. Words like pain management, skin grafts, and physical therapy struck something inside of him that he’d worked tirelessly to forget for himself. Emotional scars were as thick as the physical ones.

Now the wounds had all reopened because of his uncle. More, actually, because he finally realized what Wayne must’ve felt all those years ago seeing him in a hospital bed.

How close he came to losing the only family he had.

“Hey I’m sorry.” Eddie startled as you reached a hand out to touch his arm, as tears escaped the corner of his eyes. “It’s ok, everything will be alright.”

“I know,” he nodded and sniffed, a little embarrassed to be crying in front of a stranger but you really weren’t a stranger. He laid his free hand on yours for a second, heavy as he felt the warmth and weight of you.

Were you a stranger? He considered it. He might not have known your name, but he knew you well. You were here, weary and waiting, just like he was.

“You know, he woke up when I walked in,” Eddie choked a laugh as he continued. “Said what took you so long when he saw me. Then he complained about the bed being uncomfortable.”

“That’s how you’ll know he’ll be alright,” you laughed right along with him.

The two of you finished your dinners, moving onto some lighter topics—the usual getting-to-know-you’s that you did when you met someone new—and once the cashier came to tell you they were about to close up, you got to your feet to head back to your respective family members.

“Thank you,” Eddie told you as you meandered out. “I don’t…it’s…”

“I get it,” you replied with a small smile. “If you need someone to talk to, I’m sure I’ll be around for a few more days until mom goes home again. Just hang around the cafeteria until I materialize.”

There was a weird pause, awkward as neither of you new how to part ways. Eddie attempted a handshake, but you pulled him into a hug instead. Once again, knowing what it was he needed.

He melted into you gratefully.

And he whispered into your shoulder, “The strawberry shortcake will be on me next time.”

[inbarfink]

Honestly, first time noticing the names in Simon's contact list I was just like 'haha cute references' and didn't pay it much mind. But looking at them again, and really thinking about them. The Implications here, like Most Things About Simon's Life Right Now, are pretty tragic....

Like, Abracadaniel and Lady Island and Gunter (and BMO if you take into consideration the comic's continuity) are not Simon Petrikov's friends, they were Ice King's friends.

You know, like, yeah, everyone except Marcy knew Ice King way way before they got to know Simon. But at least with folks like Finn, finding out about Simon is a huge reason why he started being kinder and friendlier to him. And Bubblegum probably is only fond of Simon know in spite of him being Ice King.

But Abracadaniel and Lady Island liked Ice King without having any frame-of-reference or concept of 'Simon Petrikov' in their heads. They were Ice King's friends.

And Simon's phone is pretty distinctly, like, a realistic early 2000's cellphone. A total contrast to all the magical/sci-fi/cobbled-together looking cellphones everyone else in Ooo uses

And Ice King himself, I'm pretty sure we've only ever seen him use either a normal-looking landline or the Bananaphone

Not this ordinary Nokia-looking flip-phone, definitely.

So I'm assuming this phone was maybe found buried somewhere in the Past Room, or maybe was unearthed while they were preparing for that '20th Century Man' exhibition and Simon also takes it along for personal use. But either way, Simon had to deliberately put those numbers of Friends of the Ice King in his contact list.

It might be something as simple as having transferred the data from some of Ice King's old communication devices and then just... despite it all Simon just doesn't have the heart to delete these names. The same way you or I might not have it in us to the delete the numbers of friends of ages past or increasingly-distant acquaintances or dead relatives.

Or maybe Simon did try and preserve their friendship at first. Or maybe the friends did. And obviously it didn't work out.

I mean, I can kinda see maybe Simon getting along fine with Lady Island because IK was relatively Grounded interacting with her so maybe the change to Simon won't be that much of a difference to her. ....But that can also create problems if she has a hard time seeing the difference between Simon Petrikov and Ice King, that would really make him uncomfortable.

But there really is zero chance Simon managed to keep things going normal with Abracadaniel. A Wizard who originally bonded with Ice King because he saw him as a cool Wizard. Not to mention Gunter is currently a living incarnation of the very Crown that cursed Simon in the first place and a manifestation of Gunter's love of Ice King

so... yeah, I think in Simon's current state any interaction he had with those two was unbearably awkward and just another thing that will make him miss being Ice King in a twisted way.

And yet... despite wanting so badly to define himself as distinctive and different from Ice King ("I didn't write those! Ice King wrote those!") and to not be reminded of him.... Simon still keeps all these people in his contact list.

[anantaru]

danheng or jingyuan hate sex 🙉

including. dan heng & jing yuan

cw. rough, fem! reader

— dan heng

dan heng had his eyes on you, day and night, and particularly right now, with his forehead pressing to your own as his body drops on top of you, bouncing forward and back against yours, amplified by the power behind his rough pace.

you can say that it wasn't a big surprise that he was visibly aggressive in this current scenario with your frame tightly squeezed under him, hitting his hips into your cunt as your body follows his dominant lead, your pointy nipples brushing against his well-shaped chest as you whine at the unblended strength permeating in the impacts of his greedy blows, your soaked pussy stretching as he's targeting all the hidden pleasure buttons inside of you.

it's crystal clear and you're aware of the reality— that you both didn't necessarily like each other very much, some might directly go as far as to assume that you extensively detested even being in the same room as each other.

if only your needy bodies wouldn't act so fucking perfectly and fine together, like a golden symphony straight out of an ethereal play— glossy, exposed skin feeling every twitch and ridge of his length between your quivering legs as crystalline pebbles gather slowly on your sticky lashes when you finally decide to speak out for the very first time during this eventful night.

of course— other than moaning and hiccuping at how flawless and great he was fucking you.

"this— fuck! this doesn't change a thing!"

you yell out, hiding your face in his neck and wetly whining when he grinds his shaft into your sweet cunt, a little faster this time and you could swear on it, swear that you heard a subtle laugh against your ear, one of a breathless kind, evidently assimilated with nonchalance.

"d-don't worry." dan heng coos back at you, as you would expect, apathetic by nature, "i wouldn't want to change anything anyways."

— jing yuan

hatred is such a strong word, isn't it?

by all means, jing yuan tends to, on the face of it, find it beyond fitting and flawless when it comes to describing your 'special' relationship— if you can even call it a relationship in the first place.

granted, wether it was anything work related that you two had to be in the same room together for, or seemingly innocent discussions about whatever topic at hand would concern the both of you, you never would agree on anything— it even got to a point where it became an insider between your peers, stating that whatever the case, if you were to choose one route, jing yuan would take the other, just out of spite.

well, but at least only your minds weren't compatible.

because when it came to your bodies, they surely worked in tune with each other and you hated how much the general could get possessive of you too— whilst this was a different story, yet for some reason jing yuan couldn't let you be with someone else, despite him viciously claiming that he couldn't stand your guts.

but what you, on the other hand, couldn't understand all the more, was on how his almost insane possession over your entire being made you crave him twice as much, entirely, how you adored it whenever you melted into his body when he fucked you, it honestly made your mouth water at the simple thought of it.

and how you can just easily wrap your legs around his hips as he thrusts himself into your tight hole, feeling your sore and clamping pussy all over him as you cry out into his neck, desperate and without shame— the knot in your lower belly close and tight, ready to break, so good that it was beginning to ache from inside and out.

his hips were now, surging forward and branding your walls with his pre, and jing yuan, the ever so handsome general, set a steady, yet strong tempo to rocking his thick, thudding cock into you, because you can take it, right? can take him— and perhaps you both were indeed lucky in a way, to have found at least something that for one, will make you choose the same route.

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