#but yeah the cross-legged one is just. off the charts sexy to me

[wildsaltair]

don't mind me I'm just obsessing over the way Maximus is sitting cross-legged in the background eyes closed trying to dissociate while Juba is getting tested

BONUS

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 6 - Lingerie

Kink: Lingerie

Pairing: F!Reader x F!Orc

Other Kinks: 69, domesticity

Word Count: 1601 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“Well, well, who knew half off lingerie could look this good?” You say, twirling the small red babydoll negligee in the mirror. The way it flares up in the air reminds you of a 50’s starlet, tantalizing yet tasteful at the same time. “How is yours, honey?” You call out from your walk in closet, still admiring yourself in the mirror. Damn, you look hot.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Reyna’s sultry voice is enough to snap you out of what you're doing, whipping around to see her leaned up against the door frame.

God DAMN.

She had gone for a black two piece, a lacy thong paired with a sheer push-up top, whose straps crisscrossed across her chest in the shape of a diamond. The effect draws your eyes right into the center of her pressed cleavage, almost daring you to touch.

“Well?” Reyna tosses back a strand of et black hair behind her shoulder, a near perfect match to her two piece. 

You cross your hands over your heart. Mimicking a strong and dramatic heartbeat, the kind that beats outside of the chest like a cartoon character.

“Hubba Hubba~”

You dance on your toes to her, making grabby hands as you get closer to her waist. Reyna rolls her eyes at your antics, but pulls you in for a steamy kiss either way, wrapping her muscle arms around your shoulders while yours circle around her ribs.

“You’re such a dork.” Reyna says, lips still pressed against yours in a half kiss. You flit the tip of your tongue against her bottom one, relishing in the ways her eyes darken at the taste. She always said you were like a pixie; playful, naughty, and infuriatingly sexy at the same time,

“Yeah but I'm your dork.”

“Damn right.” 

It doesn’t take much effort for Reyna to scoop you up by the back of your thighs, your hands scrambling to find a hold around her neck. But it's not for long, the whole world turning as Reyna lays you down onto the carpeted flooring. Her long locks curtain you both, her abdomen now snugly between your thighs as she looks down with her own sense of mischief in her eyes.

“Y’know, I don’t think I got a close enough look at these panties. Let’s fix that.” Flipping up the sheer fabric of the negligee, Reyna hums to herself as she traces a finger down your belly button and right to the hem of your red lace thong. Goosebumps pepper your thighs, your chest taking a shaky breath as her tongue darts between her tusks. Her finger pills taut at the hem of the underwear, snapping the fabric against your stomach. You gasp, all the bravado from earlier suddenly lost. “Hmm, this material is good quality.” Her pointer finger slowly moves downwards, charting a slow path across your pussy from over the fabric. “Yet someone’s got it all wet. How naughty.”

Your fingers dig into the carpet as Reyna rubs a slow circle over your clit, eyes covetous as a wet patch of slick makes itself apparent. Reyna’s thumb joins her forefinger, nudging between your pussy lips and rubbing against your hole. Her pointer pushes back your labial hood and presses just a smidgen harder against your sensitive button. Your legs clench unintentionally, but a lightning fast hand is quick to grab you by the inner thigh and force them open.

“Uh uh. Bad girl.”

“Not true.” You whimper, hips jutting up into her hand. “You're the one, a-ah, who started fondling me.” You say with some sense of confidence, despite the way your pussy currently leaks at just the littlest of touch, the way your legs shake as her forefinger rubs faster. 

“True, but look at you.” Reyna’s hand moves up under the negligee and palms at your bare breast. It presses into her grip, your chest heaving as she brushes her thumb over your nipple. “How could I not?”

You crunch your abdomen and press another kiss into her lips, her tusks knocking with your teeth in the desperate move. Reyna laughs, but returns the peck just as deeply, tongue slipping into your mouth. She palms at your cunt, the fabric squishing with your new found wetness.

“Wanna taste you.” You pant into Reyna’s mouth, grinding your pussy against the base of her hand.

“I wanna taste you.” She slyly remarks, finger now pressing through the fabric and lined up with your sopping hole. “Though I think there’s a way we can both get what we want.”

Reyna pulls back, wiggling her eyebrows. You chuckle, pressing another kiss to her cheek.

“Flip over.” You whisper in your ear.

You yelp again as Reyna deftly twists and turns so you now lay on top of her. But you are still face to face, and although you always enjoy looking at her beauty, it’s not where you want your mouth to be right now.

So you swing both your thighs and turn around, arching your back to press your thong-covered cunt into her jaw as you lean down, pulling aside her g-string to see her pretty pussy. 

“Seems like someone got their nice thong all wet too.”

“Yeah, but yours is nicer.” Reyna slaps your ass, jolting you forward and even closer to pussy. You lick your lips, just the sight of her stringy essence on the fabric making your mouth water. “Now come to Mama ~”

You’re yanked backward once again, Reyna’s arms wrapping under your thighs to press your clit right against her jaw, the flat of her tongue licking a stripe up between your lips. A moan bursts out of your mouth, fingers once again curling into the fabric.

“Unh! No fair.” you whine, now having to stretch your neck to get close enough to her crotch. “Put up your legs, I wanna eat too.”

Reyna sighs against your hole, but puts up her legs and leaves a perfect opening for you to dive in. Licking your lips, you thank whatever god or gods is up there for blessing you with this meal, and dig in.

The room fills with sloppy noises, tongues fucking open sticky walls and muffled, sticky moans. Reyna’s tongue is long and tough, just as muscled as the rest of her, and fucks you open with the deftness of a sex toy. While you may not have the force she has, your eagerness more than makes up for it, sucking hard on her clit and making fast, tight circles with your tongue.

Reyna’s plus thighs squeeze around your head, making you wiggle your hips and press your ass even deeper into her face. You know she loves being snuggled between your cheeks.

“Such a naughty girl.” Reyna pulls away, fingers coming underneath you and pinching your clit. You jerk, more juices squiritng down Reyna’s palm. “Just a couple licks and she’s already so sensitive.”

You’d snap back, but are a little distracted with drawing intricate shapes with your tongue, with feeling the way Reyna’s walls clench down on your mouth. Reyna’s unfortunately right, her expert mouth deftly pushing you close to the edge and making it difficult for you to keep up a proper technique. But you persevere anyway, knowing just how good it will taste when she comes on your mouth.

“Someone’s working hard down there.” A calloused hand movies down your back and to the back of your skull, forcing you deeper into her pussy. You gasp, nose pressed right against her clit as he grinds your face into her like it’s a vibrator. Your eyes roll back, loving being encased in her musk. “Fuck, that feels good. I gotta keep up.”

Reyna’s grip slightly loosens as she refocuses on your pussy, giving you the space to breathe. Though you would die a happy woman in her pussy, your thankful for the remaining brain cells that let you eat her out with style.

“A-ah!” You moan as her free hand moves to circle your clit, rubbing it with the fabric of your thong to increase the friction, making your thighs start to tremble. Inspired, you grab onto her thong and yank, letting it dig into the sides of her hips. Reyna hisses, but the way her cunt flutters tells you she likes the sting. 

“Fu-uck.” You whimper, still muffled in her muff. “Gonna cum~!”

“Me too.” Reyna says betweens sticky kisses to your puffy clit. “Let's drink each other up, baby. I wanna taste all of you.”

That’s the sign for the end of chatter, both of you now hyper focused on reaching the end. You moan and hump, thighs clenching together as you both feel the shattering orgasms on coming.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” Your hand forms a fist and pounds on the carpet, body rolling against Reyna’s as you come like a firecracker, squirting all over her face. Still face deep, Reyna practically screams into your cunt as she creams all over your jaw, thunder thighs locking you in as her whole body trembles.

There’s a lewd pop when both of you detach, jaws sticky and foreheads beaded with sweat. You rest your cheek against Reyna’s plush inner thigh, thankful for the moment to catch your breath.

It's Reyna who recovers first, those superior cardiovascular skills having her crunch up and adjust you on her lap. Her hands grab your waist like you're a rag doll, flopping you up and laying you back against her chest. You instantly go limp in her arms, feeling her lips press kisses in your sweaty forehead.

“We gotta..get more of these.” You snap Reyna’s bra strap.

“Definitely.”

[abbatoirablaze]

Burning Up, Chapter 7

Word Count:  1.2k

Warnings:  implied smut, anxiety, nudity. 

“So, you’ll come?” he asked sweetly.  You began to melt as you looked into his eyes, the hopeful gaze making you wish you could stay in bed, “I mean, you don’t have to.  It would just be really great if-“

“Of course Curtis,” you giggled as your boyfriend kissed you gently.  You couldn’t help but smile as he kept himself wrapped around you while you tried to shift away from him to get dressed for the day, “but you have to let me go to work.”

For a moment it was as though he’d given up, releasing you so that you could get dressed.  He watched you lovingly, admiring your once naked form.  But then he sat up, “can I at least have a kiss?”

“I already gave you a kiss!”

“But I want more!” he begged sweetly.  You sighed, and took a few steps forward.  His large arms wrapped around your waist as you leaned down to kiss him once more, “are you sure you can’t stay home today?”

“Positive!” you sighed, rubbing your nose gently against his own. 

“I wanna keep you all to myself though,” he grinned, continuing to hold you firmly around the waist.  You giggled even more as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, “you know what, I don’t think I’m going to let you go.  Nope…you’re coming with me.”

“Curtis, I have to work…you aren’t even leaving for the station until noon.  And by then my shift will almost be over.”

“So we can stay in bed forever,”  he teased, smacking your ass as he began towards the bedroom once more, “we can stay in bed and you can help me feel sexy all over again.  You know, I’m beginning to think those little sessions are only short term solutions.  I think we need to really focus on this and do a marathon.”

“Trust you me…the confidence you’ve had since I ‘helped you feel sexy’ is off the charts,” you smiled, smacking his own ass.  With a gentle toss, you giggled when you felt the bed under you and him crawling over your body.  But you put a stop to it when your hands braced against his chest, “Curtis Everett. No.  We both know if this goes any further I’ll end up a moaning mess beneath you and you wont make it to the fire station and I won’t make it to the hospital!”

“Is that really such a bad thing?”

“With you,” you teased as he pulled your panties to the side and buried his head between your legs, “I’m starting to think-oh…Curtis.  Right there.”  

“Come on Everett, get in the zone!”

“This is supposed to be sexy, Cap…come on!” another one of the guys began, “You are supposed to make the ladies want you…and right now…I doubt any woman wants to see this.”

“This is just downright embarrassing,” Johnny muttered, huffing as the photographer continued to try to readjust Curtis and how he was with the hose, “sure someone else can’t switch out with him?”

A blush rose to your cheeks as you saw your boyfriend awkwardly gripping the firehose between his legs, his meaty length tucked back so that it wasn’t accidentally in the picture.  The male photographer, a guy that’s worked with them just about every calendar, seemed to be getting frustrated though, the longer Curtis fumbled with the hose. 

“Maybe we should take a break!” The photographer suggested. 

You frowned, seeing the sadness and frustration on your boyfriend’s face, “Oh…uhm…yeah.  Okay.”

“Storm!  Grab Reed and Ben and jump in there for the April picture!”

“Hell yeah!” the younger firefighter grinned, already ripping his shirt off.  But he stopped when Reed and Ben appeared behind him.

“Easy there, kid!”

“Come on, Johnny…show some tact,” Reed sighed, “never start with the shirt off.”

“Oh hey there,” Bucky said quickly as he noticed you.  He nudged Johnny, and the two of them began blushing as you stepped into the area of the main floor that was blocked off for the shoot, “Johnny and I were just trying to see what we could-“

“You were harassing Curtis…weren’t you?” You asked, cutting him off. 

His blush deepened and you crossed your arms over your chest, “or were you and Johnny just trying to sneak a peak at my boyfriend’s package…because neither one of you really seem to be helping.”

“No-No, it’s not like that,” Johnny stuttered, fumbling over his words, what on earth would make you think that?”

“Maybe you guys should take a break too…or get in front of the camera yourselves!”

Johnny and Bucky nodded, all too eager to get out of the room, leaving you with Curtis.  Reed and Ben nodded at the photographer and he managed to excuse himself, trailing up the stairs after the two firefighters. 

Your boyfriend dropped the hose and then shuffled towards you in nothing but his birthday suit; untucking himself with a heavy sigh.

“Hey baby…”

“You okay there, big guy?” you asked gently.  He shook his head, and the distance between the two of you closed.  Soon enough you were wrapped in his arms and natural scent.  He tucked his face against your neck, and a shiver ran up your spine, “Curtis?”

“I can’t do this, baby….”

“What?” you asked, pulling away from him ever so slightly, “yes you can.  What happened to the confidence from this morning?”

“I watched the other guys do their shoots,” he said sadly, “they all got it within the first few shots.  They knew what they were doing.  And it was all so easy.  They-“

“Curtis…have you never done it before?”

“I’ve never posed naked before, no,” he said quickly, “I’ve always just been in the background…I never had to worry about-“

“Baby…”

He stopped speaking when you cut him off.  Your heart broke seeing your boyfriend so sad, tears in his eyes.

“I don’t want to do this,” he said sadly, “I-I just want to go home…me and you, cuddled up in bed.  I don’t want to worry about any of this.  I-“

“Curtis you can do this,” you said sweetly, your hands reaching up to cradle his face, “I believe in you.  And I know you can do this.”

“Baby…I’m not sexy.”

“Are you kidding me,” you scoffed, “of course you are!  You’re amazing, Curtis!  You can do this and nail it!”

“No I ca-“he began, but he immediately cut himself off when you took a few steps away from him and began to strip down, “baby…wha-what are you doing?”

“I’m going to show you how sexy I think you are!” you replied calmly, pulling off your top and shimmying out of your jeans.  Curtis began to blush as you sauntered back up to him, unclipping your bra on the way.

His head turned, and he looked around the room wildly, “baby, what are you doing?  The guys could walk in at any min-“

“Make love to me, Curtis,” you begged, shimmying out of your lace panties.  He watched as the last bit of fabric you wore dropped to the floor.  He gasped as  you closed the distance between the two of you, “make love to me and show me just how much of a sexy stud you are…”

“Baby…”

“Come here, big guy!”

Chapter 8

Tag List:  @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @lohnes16, @wintasssoldier

[cherrysrambles]

Acid Burn

Summary: ***I don’t know why, but you have to stay back on Nevarro for what I'm sure is a good reason***

- You have to leave the Mandalorian and Grogu for a few days, but when you reunite, things aren't exactly as they used to be. You start to doubt everything until an accident on the ship brings out your true feelings for one another

Warnings: Super super fluffy and maybe a teeny bit of sexiness? Maybe if you look really hard

Words: 3,279

‘Din, I need to stay and help’

‘What?’

‘I can’t go with you, they need me here, you know that’

The Mandalorian nods his head curtly ‘How long will you be?’

‘Three days’ you say quietly

He nods and moves to make his way to the ship

‘Will you come back for me?’ You whisper, unsure if he even heard you

He stops and turns back to you ‘of course I will, if that is what you want’

‘You know I do’

He slowly walks over to you and rubs your cheek, softly pulling your forehead towards his, you realise he’s giving you a keldabe kiss. ‘You know what this means?’ He whispers

You nod

‘Then know that I will always come back for you Cyar’ika’

After a moment you pull back and pick up Grogu

‘Look after your father buddy, do everything he asks and try not to drive him too insane ok?’

He gurgles an unhappy noise

‘I know sweetheart, I’ll miss you more, but its only for a few days, I’ll be back with you before you know it’ He starts to cry and your heart breaks, you hand him back to Din, utter another useless bye and watch them board the Razor Crest.

*Three days later*

Your heart leaps as you watch the Razor Crest come into view and land in front you. It feels like an eternity since you’ve seen them. The ramp opens and Grogu runs as fast as his tiny legs will let him down to you. You scoop him up and spin him around as you both laugh, you spot Din standing at the top of the ramp waiting for you to come inside. You freeze and stare at him, wow, you forgot just how wet he makes you. Grogu touches your face and you’re brought back to reality, you make your way onto the ship.

‘Did you miss me?’ You say coyly

‘I did’ he replies, and you think that’s all you’re going to get out of him for a while. You make your way up to the cockpit so you can get away from this place.

You put Grogu down into his seat and notice a piece of paper stuck to the wall of the crest. You examine it closer, it looks like, a Callander? A countdown of some sort? Then it hits you

‘Oh sweetheart, did daddy make you a chart to countdown till I got back?’ He nods and mumbles, you assume he’s explaining what the chart actually is, you nod in mock understanding. ‘He couldn’t understand the concept of days, every now and then he would go to the door and wait for me to open them so you could come back to us. So I made the chart for him to have as a countdown’ Din explains.

‘Did it help?’

‘Yes and no. He understood that every morning when he woke up we would cross another day off, but then he started to think that after every nap he could cross a day off. Worked for me, since I didn’t have to battle with him to go to sleep’

‘It’s ok honey, I’m back now and I don’t expect to leave you again like that, ok?’

You pull a black pouch out of you pocket

‘I got a present for you’

You pull out a small stuffed mudhorn toy and hand it to Grogu, who is already making grabby hands at it. And just like that, he’s using it as a chew toy.

‘Hey kid, can I see it? Please?’ Din says as Grogu reluctantly hands it to him.

Din looks over the wet toy in his hands

‘A mudhorn?’ He questions?

‘Yeah, there was an old lady making toys at the market, I asked her to make it for me, she gave me a weird look, but you pay anyone enough and they’ll make whatever you want’

He does say anything as he hands the toy back to Grogu

‘I thought it would be cute, ya know? A mudhorn toy for clan mudhorn….. I know it’s silly’

‘No it’s not, it’s.. appropriate’ he says. You sense he wants to say more but you don’t push it.

Within the hour you’re in hyperspace on your way to your next destination, Din said he’ll take you to a nice remote place, somewhere it’ll just be the three of you for a few days, and you couldn’t think of anything better. Din has however been quite distant, even though it’s only been an hour since you’ve been reunited, you can tell there’s something he’s not telling you. After all this time you thought you were making progress with him, getting him to open up more to you but only if he felt comfortable doing so, which he said he did. You hope three days apart haven’t set you back all those months you’ve been on his ship. You decide to go speak to him about it.

After checking that Grogu is sound asleep. You head up into the cockpit where he’s shut himself up.

‘Din?’

‘What!?’ He snaps

‘Excuse me!?’ You say in shock and disbelief. He’s never been disrespectful like this to you

‘I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean that, you caught me off guard, I wasn’t thinki-‘ he rambles and you cut him off

‘What’s wrong?’

He pauses.

‘…I haven’t slept at all these past 3 days’ 

You nod in understanding

‘Me too’

‘Really?’

‘Yup’ you say with a smile

‘You realise that doesn’t make me happy’

‘I know, come on, lets have a nap’

You lead Din down to where his makeshift cot is. You could lead him to your bed, but you want to be as close as possible to Din, so the tiny storage area will be perfect, he doesn’t question you on this, probably thinking he has the same thought pattern. Which he does.

You kick your boots off and start helping Din with his armour. Your heart flutters each time you get close to him like this, even if it is to help with his beskar. When he’s in just his under clothes you crawl into the cot and get under the blanket waiting for him to join you.

As soon as he lies down next to you, he turns the lights off and you hear the familiar clicks of his helmet coming off. His arm is instantly around you and for the first time in three days, you both fall fast asleep.

When you wake you don’t know how long it’s been but Din isn’t next to you anymore, which isn’t unusual for him, but you did wish that he’d stayed until you woke up seen as you’ve missed him so much. Something is still definitely on his mind, but you’ll just have to wait until he’s comfortable enough to tell you. To be honest, you’re sick of this routine, pretending that you both aren’t madly in love with each other. It's exhausting, but you’d rather have whatever this is, then not have anything at all with Din.

For the rest of the evening you try to stay away from him as much as possible which breaks your heart, but you want to give him his space to think, you don’t want to overbear him with your thoughts and feelings. Maybe he didn’t miss you like you thought? Maybe he liked having time away from you? No, that can’t be right? Can it? Your mind starts to wonder to places that you don’t want it to go. A life without Din and Grogu isn’t the life you want. But maybe its the life he wants? You decide to get Grogu ready for bed, deciding to occupy your mind with something else for the evening. Once he’s bathed and fast asleep you contemplate going up to the cockpit to sit with Din, this is usually the time where you would have one of your long chats, or play stupid games, but tonight you’re just not in the mood. You undress to your simple black panties and throw on one of Din’s old shirts. And as you slip under the covers alone in your bed, you fall fast asleep dreaming of the only man you’ve ever truly loved. Din Djarin.

You awake to a searing pain on your right side, it’s burning and it’s getting worse, then you feel something dripping onto you burning even more, you scream in horror and run to the fresher.

‘Y/N!?’ Din screams as he jumps down the ladder, blaster in hand at your side

‘What’s happening!?’ He follows you to the fresher

You look in the mirror and notice there’s a hole in the shirt your wearing and your skin underneath it is raw and red

‘Acid!?’ You say as you lift the shirt up high on your right side, exposing your breast to Din to get a better look in the mirror. The burn goes from just under your right breast all the way down to the top of your underwear.

‘Acid?’ Din repeats and goes to check in your room. You hear muffled noises but the room starts to spin from the searing pain. ‘Shit, there's a leak!’

‘Din, I think I’m gonna…’ you clutch onto the sink for life trying not to pass out, instantaneously Din is at your side lifting you up and putting you on his cot

‘No passing out, do you hear me, stay with me’ he says but you just writhe around in pain, the burning is getting worse and you’re struggling to stay conscious. You hear Grogu stirring from his sleep ‘Keep him away!’ You yell.

Din runs off and comes back with the bacta spray, you assume he’s locked Grogu away somewhere. The last thing you need is him trying to heal you and then him passing out, no amount of pain is worth injuring Grogu.

‘This will help, ok? but.. but I’m gonna need to open your shirt’ he says panicked

‘Just take it off!’ You yell as you start to shake, modesty is the last thing on your mind right now, but Din being Din, is the only person to ask permission to remove your clothes before he treats you for excruciating acid burns.

He lifts the shirt as high as it will go and liberally sprays you with the bacta, instantly you feel a slight relief. 

‘We don’t have any bacta patches, so I’m just going to have to keep spraying you with the bacta spray, ok?’ He says in a shaky breath as he pulls your shirt down and takes your hand in his

Your eyes are still shut tight, but you manage a nod.

True to his words, after a few minutes he lifts your shirt again and starts spraying, you don’t know after how many times he does this, but you can feel the pain subsiding and you open your eyes.

“I have to check on the kid, I’ll be right back’ he says

You slowly try to sit up, but Din rushes back and tries to push you back down.

‘Woahh easy there, you need to rest’ he says

‘No, I need to shower’ you say as you shuffle down the bed

‘Shower!? I don’t think so, you can barely stand’

You try to get up, but your legs fail you as Din supports you

‘Cyar’ika, please, just lie down and rest’ he pleads

‘Din, I can’t, I feel all sweaty and gross and I’m sticking to these clothes, to the blanket and I’m burning up I just need a shower to relax, there’s no way I can rest like this’ you utter helplessly

He doesn’t say anything.

‘If it makes you feel better you can watch me, I really don’t care’ you say as you make your way to the fresher. You can feel the bacta slowly kicking in.

As you get in the fresher you start to undress and turn the shower on and get under the cool water

‘Door stays open and I’m going to stand here and make sure you’re ok’ you look over and see him with his back to you.

The room starts to spin again as you hastily let the water run all over you and you’ve cooled down, you wrap your towel around you and walk over to the sink

‘Fuck’ you whisper, the room starts to spin even worse but Din catches you just in time again. He holds you tight to him and you breathe his scent in, calming you instantly. He pulls back and places you against a ledge, confident you won’t fall ‘hold on’ he says, he comes back with another one of his shirts.

He places the shirt over your head and you pull your arms through, once the shirt is on and it’s covering your knees, he carefully drags the towel off you and throws it to the side.

‘Hold onto my shoulders’ he says as he gently helps you into a new pair of underwear he’s brought over trying not to let it touch your burn. He carries you over to the cot and lays you down, pulling the bacta out and spraying you once more. He pulls back to take his armour off, and lays down beside you pulling you tight into his arms, careful not to hurt you. You’re both lying on your sides facing each other, your head resting on Din’s shoulder.

‘I’m going to turn the lights off, if that’s ok’ he says. You nod.

The lights go off, and his helmet comes off. What he does next, surprises you.

You can feel his breath on your shoulder as he holds you close, and then you can feel his lips follow suit. A small kiss is left on your shoulder and he whispers ‘I can’t believe I almost lost you’

‘You didn’t lose me Din, I’m ok, I’m still here’

‘But I could’ve, if that acid had gotten all over you then… I don’t know what I’d do without you’ he kisses your shoulder again, this time leaving his lips on you

‘Shhh, don’t think like that, I’m ok, everything will be fine’ he drags his lips from your shoulder to your forehead and gives you one last kiss. And with that, you fall asleep in the arms of the one you love.

You wake up, almost a full day later and again Din isn’t with you, but you notice your little green bean snuggled up to you. You lift your shirt up and notice that your wounds have healed, but you do still feel extremely weak. After popping a kiss on Grogu’s sleeping head. You make your way to the fresher and have a real shower this time, as soon as you’re dressed, Din appears. ‘How’re you feeling?’ He asks, voice land with concern

‘A lot better, thank you’

‘Can I see?’ He asks. You lift your shirt up and show him, his hand reaches out to touch you, but at the last second he pulls back. This action hurts you and you remember that he’s been acting extremely weird ever since you got back.

‘You should get some more rest’ he says as he makes his way back up to the cockpit. You decide to have something small to eat and not let his actions bother you.

As you finish eating your bread and berries, you notice Din has parked the ship in a field somewhere. So he doesn’t actually need to be piloting the ship, he’s just up there avoiding you. Tears start to prick your eyes, you grab a blanket and go lower the ramp to sit outside and get some air.

After sitting outside for a good few minutes, you hear Din’s footsteps as he comes to sit next to you, none of you say a word. You decide that he’s not going to tell you himself so you might as well ask.

‘Din, is something wrong? You’ve been off with me ever since I got back’

‘I’m sorry’ he whispers ‘I know I’ve been difficult and distant, and that’s not my intention to be like that with you’

‘Then what is it?’

‘I….. I got you something, but I don’t know if you’re going to like it or not’

‘Why would I not like anything you give me? You could give me trash and as long as I know you got it for me, I would love it regardless, because it came from you’

‘Thats nice to hear, but I guess its not a question of if you’ll like it, I guess I’m worried that you won’t accept it’

‘What is it?’ You repeat

He pulls out a small black bag and hands it to you.

You open the bag and inside is a small metal charm. You examine it closer and see exactly what it is ‘mudhorn’ you whisper

He nods ‘while you were gone, I had the armorer make this for me out of scraps of beskar’

‘Why would I not accept it?’

He pauses and says in such a faint whisper ‘if you accept this, then it’ll mean you’re apart of my clan. Clan mudhorn, I mean I’ve always seen you as part of my clan, I first saw it when I told you my name all those months ago. But I only realised it when we spent time apart. Those 3 days were the worst 3 days of my life, and it made me realise that I don’t want to spend any time apart from you, ever’

He says in a louder voice ‘but nothing has to change if you don’t want it too, I mean, we don’t have to be together, like that’s not what I’m trying to imply, but obviously if you wanted too then we could..’ He starts rambling

‘Din, do you want to?’ You ask, knowing his answer

‘Yes, you already know I’m madly in love with you, I’m not good at any of this stuff, but at least I would think that much is obvious. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted any of this with. My life was terrible before you came into it, and I’m still so grateful you’re still with me. I can’t give you what you deserve, what you need, all I can give you is my undying love’

‘Din, all I need is you’ you manage to get in

He finally turns and looks at you ‘Really? You really mean that?’ He says shocked

‘I would be honoured to join clan mudhorn, if you’ll have me’

‘And what about being with me?’ He whispers

‘Din Djarin, I love you more than anything, you’re the only man I have ever or will ever love, you are everything I need and more. Please, don’t ever doubt my love for you’

‘Never’ he whispers as he leans in for your second ever keldabe kiss. Secretly longing for a real kiss.

[bluewhale52]

Little Black Book: The One You Trust (M)

Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart.  Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Min Yoongi, the one you trust.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Rating: Explicit. No minors allowed!

Genre: non idol au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefits

Word Count: 5.1k

Warning: Yoongi thought OC was a prostitute, oral sex in public restroom, Yoongi oral king (wbk), oral m & f giving and receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (they should’ve known better, please be safe everyone), making of a sex tape

Little Black Book Masterlist

A/N: Completely unedited, as I wrote it between free times I could get, so my deepest apologies for any mistakes made. Hope you enjoy reading it! 💜

~~~

You met Yoongi at an upscale bar. It wasn’t the kind of bar you’d willingly go on your own, but it was the bar your boss chose to impress your clients with expensive wine and cigars. Business talk soon turned into something more lewd, and you soon excused yourself from the party.

You chose to sit on the bar counter, purposely choosing the far end where it was much less crowded. You scrolled mindlessly on your phone, nursing your gin and tonic, while waiting for your group to get drunker and drunker, and for when it became your responsibility to ship them home one by one  in taxis.

Yoongi approached you like a cat. Slow, quiet, gaze intense on you. You had caught him out of the corner of your eye, and you instantly liked what you saw. Lithe body clad in all black, jet black hair, feline eyes, and lips pressed into a tight line. He had a mysterious and intimidating aura about him.

He sat himself next to you, then ordered a whiskey. Seeing your half empty glass, he offered to buy you another.

“No thanks,” you shook your head. “I’m good.”

Yoongi glanced at your party. “Your group?”

You nodded. “Yup, gotta make sure they all return home safely later.”

“Ah,” Yoongi let out a dry chuckle. “I see.”

“That was a weird laugh.” You told him, narrowing your eyes.

He looked at you, his sharp features looked considerably softer. “Don’t be mad.”

“It never ends well when you start with that.” You warned him.

“You see,” Yoongi brought your gaze to a group of men and women seated not far from where your party was. “I thought you were one of them.”

One of them. The ‘them’ he referred  to  was a group of scantily clad women, throwing themselves onto the men in suits. It didn’t take a genius to know who those women were.

“Seriously? You thought this,” you pointed up and down your work suit, “equals to that?”

Yoongi looked you in the eye and knew you were teasing him. And you really were. You were intrigued by him. And you were hoping Yoongi could be a fun distraction.

“I’m sorry for assuming,” he apologized, “some men like skimpy dresses, I however, like suits. Obviously I have better taste than they are.” He smirked at the group.

You turned to face him fully, crossing your legs. You smiled inwardly when you caught his eyes dropping down to your skirt, slightly hiked up from your new sitting position. “I still feel very insulted.”

Yoongi rubbed his chin. “Let me make it up to you.” He leaned forward, and the proximity of his face to yours made your heart beat faster. He was a good looking guy, but with the cockiness in his words, his sexiness level was off the charts.

“Let me,” his voice dropped several octaves, sending a rush of warmth to your core, “eat you out. I’ll give you the best oral of your life.”

You felt your body was instantly lit on fire. Keeping your voice steady, you asked him, “What if I’m not satisfied?”

“I’ll give you my number. And you can call me whenever you need to evaluate my tongue technology skills.”

You burst out laughing. You couldn’t believe the balls on this guy.

“I can’t leave them.” You tipped your head at your group.

“I know for a fact the restroom here is clean.”

Your eyes widened. “How often do you do this here?”

Yoongi shrugged. “My first time tonight. I know the rest room is clean because I used it not ten minutes ago. So?” He hopped off his stool, and offered you his hand.

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. Your head still couldn’t believe what was happening, but your core was leaking arousal and you knew which one was making the final decision.

You placed your hand in his, and he smirked. It annoyed you how smug he was, but the way the corner of his lip lifted, it was so sexy. You were done for.

Yoongi led you to one of the  restrooms, he told you the restrooms in the bar were all private so there was no need to worry someone would walk in on you both.

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

Yoongi locked the door. He directed you to lean against the wall. Your hand grabbed the sink next to you for anchor. The way he looked at you was so predatorial. His eyes were sharp and pierced  through yours. The way he licked his lips was like a starved man finally being served his favorite meal.

“I’ve been thinking about how you’d taste since I saw you sitting on that bar all alone.” He looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes. You swallowed. Your throat was suddenly dry. All the liquid in your body was pooling in your panties, you were sure of it.

Yoongi leaned closer to you, pressing your body against the wall. His hands skimmed the hem of your pencil skirt, and looking into your eyes, he slowly inched the material up. His fingers were grazing against your pantyhose, burning your skin through it.

When your skirt was finally bunched up around your waist, you bit your lip to still a whimper, and Yoongi chuckled. His face came even closer to yours, you prepare yourself for the feel of his lips yours.

But he ducked sideways, his mouth aimed at your ear instead. “My name is Yoongi, in case you need to scream it out when you cum on my tongue.”

Your chest heaved and you let out a small moan. His hands had found the waistband of your panties and your pantyhose, but instead of pulling them down- which you were hoping he would, SOON- because you just couldn’t take it anymore- he rubbed against the skin underneath, making you squirm.

He gave you that smug smirk again. And licking his lips, he leaned down to kiss you. Only to be met by your finger. He looked at you quizzically.

“No kissing,” you chided. “You haven’t earned that yet, you smug boy.”

His eyes twinkled at your challenge. “Do I get your name, at least? I’ll spell it with my tongue.” He yanked your panties and pantyhose down. Your knees immediately went jelly, and he chuckled again at your state.

“_______.” You breathed out. He kneeled before you, then helped  you rid of your underclothes to bare yourself to him.

Yoongi hooked your leg over his shoulder. He parted your folds then licked his lips. He could see your sex throbbing, so desperate for a touch.

Keeping his eyes on you, he flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped loudly. Liking your reaction, he flicked your nub again, but this time putting more pressure on it. He started spelling your name on your clit, as he had promised to do, the pressure from his tongue sending your body into a fiery mess and your arousal dripping into his waiting mouth.

“Did I spell it right?” Yoongi pulled back.

“Fuck yeah.” You rested your head on the wall. Your body felt heavy, and you hadn’t even cummed yet.

“Ready to scream my name, babe?”

You looked down to him. His milky white complexion almost made him look angelic, such an irony to the sinful act he was doing to you. You buried your fingers in his hair and tugged softly.

“Less talking and more doing, hmm?” You directed his head to your dripping core.

You felt the vibration from his chuckle against your dewy lips, and you instantly moaned. With his tongue flat against your sex, he started lapping at you. He was encouraged by your moan and from your grip on his hair.

He found that you liked  having his tongue poking into your hole and sliding up and down your slit. He could tell from your moans how you liked his lips wrapped around your clit  and how he slurped up your juice obscenely. He wanted to finger you, to feel your walls around his digits. But he wanted to see how far his tongue could take you. And soon he got an answer.

Your thighs started shaking, and your moans were getting louder. He tongued your entrance, swirling his organ in and around your hole, eagerly exploring it. He groaned when you ground yourself down against his mouth.

“Close, so close,” you panted, “make me cum, please.”

Yoongi gripped your thighs tighter, pressing his face further in, diving deeper into you. His tongue fucked into your cunt mercilessly, while his nose rubbed against your clit. You felt him pushing you harder and up against the wall, as if anchoring you before your free fall into ecstasy.

And the orgasm came in a mad rush, a white hot explosion that burnt your entire body as you convulsed and shook above Yoongi. He continued to tongue you, groaning and moaning at the drizzle of your nectar oozing out, only slowing down once he felt your body going lax. He massaged your thighs, kissing the skin at the junction of your limbs and your pussy tenderly, until you pushed his head away.

Yoongi looked up to you and grinned. You looked so fucked out, and only from this tongue alone.

“You didn’t scream my name, babe.” Yoongi slowly stood up, his face ghosting over yours. “I’m sad.”

“You’ve got to do it again then.” You could smell yourself on him, a mix of your sex with the alcohol he had had before. “Kiss me, Yoongi.”

He crushed his lips into yours, immediately his wicked tongue invaded your mouth. You sucked on it greedily, and smiled when he groaned. He pulled away, his eyes heavy with lust. He moved your body towards the sink, bending you over it, then he spread your legs wide. You gripped onto the porcelain, and turned your head sideways to be met by your own reflection in the mirror.

Yoongi was above you, pushing your hair away from your neck. He kissed and licked it, sending shivers down your spine. Catching your reflection, he nibbled on your earlobe before pointing his tongue into your ear canal. Satisfied at the way your face crunched and the way you moaned underneath him, he stood up and massaged your ass cheeks.

“You look so sinful, _______ .” His fingers were kneading your flesh hard. “Still dripping too, you really like my tongue that much?”

“Yes.” You sobbed your answer. Your legs were shaking again, from the position they were in but also from the anticipation. You felt Yoongi breathing near your cunt, and automatically bucked your hips, but he held you down, rendering you immobile under his grips.

Yoongi gave you a long fat lick, from the clit all the way to the spot between your pussy and your asshole. “Oh Yoongi, that feels good.”

Taking your cue, he repeated the motion; sometimes spending more time teasing your clit, sometimes sucking on your hole, drinking up your juices, sometimes he went a bit higher, testing your reaction when he licked around your puckered hole. Whatever he did, he sent you deeper and deeper into lustful pleasure.

You felt his tongue stabbing into your pussy again, and his nose deliciously close to your other hole. Your moans were encouraging him, and he moved your ass back and forth, making you rut on his mouth. Without taking his mouth off you, Yoongie shuffled up higher until his tongue reached your asshole. With your arousal thick on his tongue, he circled around the hole and gave it little kitten licks. He growled when you wailed at how good it felt, but still, you were not screaming his name yet. So he continued eating your ass, until you became a whimpering mess, He quickly moved back to your pussy, sucking on it harshly and loudly. The slurping sounds his mouth was making were so loud in the restroom, with only your moans drowning them.

“Yoongi, ah… don’t stop..” you begged.

Yoongi went to overdrive. Hearing you moaned out his name spurred him on. He latched onto your clit now, flicking and sucking it, picking up his pace as your breathing got more laboured.

“Yoon… Yoongi..” you chanted his name like a prayer, and you were getting so close to your second orgasm. Yoongi sensed it too, and he continued to work on your clit, determined he would not stop until you cried with pleasure, with his name on your mouth.

With Yoongi’s tongue on your clit, you reached your second orgasm. “Yoongi!” you screamed as heat erupted from your core to the rest of your body. It was more intense than the first one, and you grabbed onto the sink for dear life. Your body was heaving, your thighs closed tightly around Yoongi’s head, and still, his tongue did not let up. You started to drone out, Yoongi’s name still repeatedly leaving your lips.

Yoongi stood up, then pulled you up from the sink, to hug you from behind. You were still recovering from your orgasm, and he wrapped your shaking body with his arms. His lips were all over your neck, kissing you softly as you returned back to earth.

When he felt your breathing had steadied, he asked, “Are you okay?”

You scoffed weakly. “You’re all sweet now you’ve heard me scream your name?”

Yoongi smiled against your hair. “Come home with me.”

You stiffened and pushed yourself out from Yoongi’s arms. Grabbing your pantyhose and your underwear, you asked Yoongi to turn around as you put them back on. Yoongi stayed silent, still waiting for your answer.

Smoothing down your skirt, you moved to the mirror by the sink to ensure you still looked presentable, and not like someone who had just had two orgasms in a public restroom. Yoongi stared at you through the mirror. Do you want to go home with him? God yes, you thought, if he could make you feel that good with his tongue alone, you definitely wanted to find out what the rest of him could do. But, as much as you wanted a warm body next to you, you wanted to make him suffer a bit.

“Give me your number.” You fished your phone out of your purse. Yoongi recited his number.

“I’ll get in touch, okay? And thanks for the two mind blowing orgasms.”

Yoongi laughed, nodded then waved you off. You felt a little bad, so you gave him a long lingering kiss before you exited the restroom.

~~~

Yoongi didn’t have to wait long, as it turned out. Three days after your encounter, you found yourself clocking yet another overtime, and feeling frustrated as hell. You sent him a text.

== [22:15] Hey, it’s _______ . From the bar. What are you doing?

== Yoongi-Bar [22:16] Depends on what you’re doing

== Yoongi- Bar (22:16] Didn’t think you’d contact me tbh

== [22:17] Aw, sorry to keep you waiting. Was wondering if your tongue is up for some workout?

You felt rather nervous seeing three blue dots appearing and disappearing. Was that too forward? It couldn’t be, from the way he approached you that night, this had got to be up his alley.

== Yoongi-Bar [22:19] I’m still at work. But you’re welcome to come (lol). Here’s my address. Text me when you;ve arrived. I’ll come down to get you.

In less than half an hour, you arrived at his office, which turned out to be a music studio. Ten minutes after that, you were on his desk, spread-eagle, with his head between your legs. Less than five minutes after your orgasm, you returned the favor, giving him what he claimed to be the best blowjob of his life. Shortly after midnight, the two of you were eating over-seasoned ramen at a nearby pochajang.

~~~

Your arrangement with Yoongi was a comfortable one. There was definitely lust at first sight between the two of you, but the chemistry started and ended there. You were both too career-minded to even consider a relationship, and so you settled being each other’s booty calls. Funnily enough, a friendship was formed too. You both would vent about your bosses and clients while getting dressed after your mind-blowing fuck sessions, and you sent each other encouraging messages too during stressful times. And most times, those messages included photos of body parts that would send your panties wet or give him uncomfortable hard-ons.

Four months after your first encounter, Yoongi told you he was going on a world tour with his artists. He would be away for six months, jumping from timezone to timezone, so it would be difficult to arrange a time for a regular online hook-ups.

“Yoongi, I’m pretty sure you can find someone during your tour stops.”

“I don’t want random women though. I’m comfortable with you. And safe.” He nearly whined.

“I can draft up an NDA if you’re worried about them going to some tabloids or something.”

He leaned back in his chair. “No. I don’t want that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, what do you want, then?”

“Let’s make a sex tape.”

You burst out laughing at Yoongi’s suggestion, but you immediately stopped when you saw the look on his face. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he nodded thoughtfully, “watching it would help me jerk off and therefore it would be relaxing, and we wouldn’t have to constantly figure out the time difference…. “

“Well what’s in it for me?” You cut off his lame reasonings.

“The satisfaction that the country’s most successful music producer is jacking off to you.”

“Most successful, huh?” 

“Babe, I’ll be at the top before you know it.” You sometimes forgot what a smug bastard he was. 

You thought about it. You were not going to lie that the idea of making a sex tape with Yoongi was making you extremely excited. And the thought of him touching himself while watching himself and you, well it was fucking hot. And most importantly, you trusted him, you really did. If you were ever to document your sexual acts, Yoongi was the best person to do it with in your books.

“Our faces cannot be visible.” You set out your terms. “And we’d have to do it where no one would trace it back to your place or mine.”

Yoongi nodded.

“And you’d have to keep it somewhere safe. Not in some cloud or wherever that can be hacked.”

Yoongi tapped his hard-drive. “It’d stay with my unpublished songs.” The safest place indeed, he guarded those works with his life.

“OK, when should we do it?”

~~~

You decided to film your sex tape a week before Yoongi left. Yoongi was setting up the camera in the hotel room you had booked. Once done, he rehearsed the positions you both would be doing to ensure none of your faces would be visible.

“Fuck Yoongi, you’re really setting the mood right now! Can we just start? It’s been half an hour!” You threw yourself on the bed.

Yoongi muttered. “Fine, fine, we’ll edit it or something later. Come on babe, lie there, in the middle.”

You positioned yourself in the space where Yoongi had pointed. You were already naked, and you watched Yoongi undress. “Remember, don’t scream my name no matter how much you want to.” He warned.

“Min Yoongi, just fucking start.”

Yoongi chuckled as he pressed the record button. Then with his back to the camera, he climbed onto the bed. Spreading your legs, he made himself comfortable between them. Your hands immediately went to his hair; he loved having his hair tugged and pulled when he went down on you.

He knew what you loved too. He knew you loved it when he spread your lips apart, exposing your sex  to him. When he licked up and down your slit like he was savoring a melting ice cream cone. When he inserted a finger to tease your hole after he got you all soaked and dripping. When he inserted a second finger as he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked on it. When he moved his body up to lie on top of yours, to kiss you and give you a taste of yourself while his fingers were pumping you.

And when he pushed in a third finger, you moaned into his mouth, which sent him grinding his hips against yours. His free hand grabbed your breast, massaging it before his fingers pinched and tugged your nipple. He broke the kiss, and he rose up to look at you.

“So sexy babe.” He whispered to you. You closed your eyes, sighing contentedly and enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. Yoongi made his way back down, kissing and sucking both your nipples, before his head was between your legs again.

His fingers were covered in your slick; you had gotten so wet and he could feel your walls pulsating around his fingers. His mouth went back to your clit as he curled his fingers in you. You arched your back, biting your lip for you nearly moaned out his name. Yoongi felt the pressure building in you, so he licked and sucked your clit harder while his fingers were stretching your cunt.

Your grip in Yoongi’s hair was getting tighter as you were getting closer to your release. He recognised the signal, familiar with your body by now, and he sped up his movements. He groaned into your pussy, encouraging you to let go and fall into your climax.

You came, with your legs shaking and sandwiching Yoongi’s head, and your back arched, your stiff nipples pointing to the ceiling. Yoongi let go of your clit, but he kept his fingers moving in and out of you at a slower pace. Kissing your way up, he nuzzled your neck, waiting for you to come down from your high. You blinked a few times and swallowed to wet your dry throat.

“Want me to suck you?” You asked softly. Yoongi shook his head.  He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your arousal on his cock, lubricating it.

“I wanna fuck you now.” He got on his knees and grabbed your legs to push them back towards your chest.

This was his favorite position; it gave him a clear view of his cock sliding into your pussy and of your boobs bouncing as he pounded into you. You grabbed the back of your knees, opening yourself to him, and he guided his hard cock to enter your cunt.

You gasped softly as you felt the head breached your entrance. Despite his fingers having stretched you, your pussy still fought against the intrusion. Yoongi watched your face as he continued to push himself in. Your face contorted as he bottomed out in you, and he grinded on you to push himself deeper.

You moaned loudly at the pressure on your lower abdomen. It felt too full, but you whined when Yoongi pulled back. It was too empty, but not for long, as he slammed his cock back into you. He started to piston hard and fast, battering your pussy.

You pulled your knees back further until they were next to your bouncing tits. Yoongi groaned at the new angle and you sobbed over how your cunt was being impaled over and over.

Yoongi leaned further down, resting his forehead on yours, and your pants and moans were mixed together. His cock was jackhammering at a maddening pace, and his balls were slapping against your ass. The sounds of skin slapping against skin were deafening, along with the wanton slick noises of his cock plunging into your pussy like an erotic juicer.

“I want to suck you.” You declared between pants. “I want your cum in my mouth, babe.”

Yoongi growled and rammed his cock in, keeping it fully sheathed in you. You then wrapped your arms around each other, and keeping your heads down, he flipped you over so that you were on top. You pulled yourself off Yoongi’s cock, and you both whined at the action.

You left trails of kisses down Yoongi’s body, from his mouth, to his chin, his neck, chest, abdomen till you met his cock, still glossy and covered in your arousal. You positioned your body so that your ass was sticking up and your legs slightly spread to give a peak of your swollen pussy, hoping it would be smack centre in the frame of the video.

You licked the head of Yoongi’s cock like a lollipop, enjoying the taste of his precum mixed with your own juices. You stuck your tongue out to lap around the head while your hands cradled his balls. Then you licked up and down his shaft, replacing the liquid from your pussy with your own saliva.

“Oh fuck, don’t tease, babe.”

Humming, you wrapped your lips tightly around the head of his cock, and then slowly moved down to take him in. You felt his hips buck, and you immediately relaxed your throat to take as much of him as you could. When your nose bumped against the thin trail of hair on his skin, you flattened your tongue on his shaft and you started to bob your head up and down.

You glanced up to see Yoongi’s chest falling  and rising sharply. You tightened your lips around him some more and you picked up your pace, hungry and greedy for his cum, but also being even more aroused by his moans and the thought of him watching this video you were taping later on when he was away.

So, keeping one hand on his balls, your other reaches down between your legs to rub your clit. Still feeling sensitive, you moaned at your own touch against his cock. You felt him jerk again, his cock twitched in your mouth. You rubbed your clit faster, knowing the vibrations from your moans were adding an extra sensation for Yoongi.

“Babe, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Yoongi warned as he grabbed your head, pressing it down on him. You closed your eyes and took him in, you felt spurts of his cum spraying into your throat, and you rubbed and pressed on your clit relentlessly, driving yourself towards your own release.

Once Yoongi’s cock had  gone soft and your own heart beat returned to normal, you dragged yourself back up and laid yourself on top of Yoongi.

“Stay down,” he whispered, “I gotta turn off the camera.”

Yoongi stood up, still careful to ensure his face was not in the frame, and stopped the recording. He went back to bed with the camera.

“You wanna watch?”

You nodded. Yoongi pulled you up so you sat in front of him, your back to his chest. Your heart started beating fast again.

Yoongi pressed play, and you both giggled a bit in embarrassment when your naked bodies came into frame. Embarrassment soon turned into excitement, however,  and Yoongi swiftly put your legs over his, and held them open as his free hand zeroed in on your pussy.

“Wet again.” He commented as he ran his finger along your slit.

You felt a growing erection behind you. You reached back to stroke it. “Hard again.”

“What time is check out tomorrow?” He nibbled your ear.

“Ahh,” you moaned. “I requested for a late check out.” You squeezed his cock.

“Mmmh,” he groaned. “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, babe.”

You sighed lustfully as you felt his finger going back into your pussy.

“Worth it.”

—-

Today

You stop the video right before Yoongi in the tape starts cumming. You haven’t watched this video in a while, and you realise that watching it doesn’t elicit any reactions now, unlike before.

You sigh wistfully. You miss Yoongi. You miss hanging out with him, as friends. He’s been back from the tour for a few months now, and he has indeed become one of- if not the most- sought after producer, just as he promised he would be.

You have stayed in touch when he was away. Mostly through texts, teasing each other with r-rates photos, and he also shared his feelings over the world tour and the wonders he experienced watching thousands of foreign fans singing along to his songs. You were proud of him.

Somehow he also remembered all your important court dates and the clients who were driving you nuts, and he made sure you got enough encouragement to push through. You were grateful for his support.

He called you a few times once he had returned, and as much as you want to see him, you have been putting him on the back burner as you navigate your relationship with your new boyfriend. You realise it is about time you break the news to Yoongi- he’s not just a mere fuck-buddy to you, he’s become your friend. He deserves to know.

You dial his number, and after a few rings, he answers.

“Hey _______ ,” he drawls, “what’s up.”

“Hey Yoon. How are you doing?”

“Busy, still in the studio.” You glance at your clock. Eleven pm. Nothing has changed. “Wanna come over?”

You smile into the phone. “Sorry Yoon, I don’t think I can come over anymore.”

“Oh.”

“I’m seeing someone, like seriously.” You try to explain.

“Well, that’s good. I’m happy for you.” He sounds sincere. “He must be someone special.”

“Thanks. He is.”

Silence falls between you. It isn’t awkward, and you can imagine him smiling softly at the other hand.

“Uh, I’d still like us to hang out though, as friends.” You offer.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

You’re smiling from ear to ear. “Great. Maybe I can introduce you to him too.”

He chortles. “Seriously? You think that’s a good idea?”

“Well you’re my friend!”

“A friend who filmed a sex tape with you.”

You purse your lips. “Well he doesn’t need to know about that. Do you still have it by the way?”

“Yeah, I don’t watch it as often as I thought I would though.” He laughs. “Tour and work sucks out all my energy.”

You laugh along with him. “What a shame.”

“I will delete it, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

You surprise yourself when you shake your head and reject his suggestion hastily. “No, no, you don’t have to.”

“______, are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you answer with conviction. “Consider it as a fuck buddy parting gift.”

Yoongi laughs again. “Kinda feel you trust me too much, babe.”

“Ah Yoongi-ah,” you giggle. “I’ve always trusted you, don’t you know that?”

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The Smut Challenge (31)

July 16th (Day 31)

“Okay, month two, here we go,” Kurt sets the new chart on the easel, replacing the old one.  “It doesn’t look that different from last month -- your show is still not opening for a little while and of course my work schedule hasn’t changed one bit.” 

“My you are diligent,” Blaine comments from where he’s sitting on the couch.  He’s cross legged, and has Loki kitty snuggled in his lap.  

“Well, I have to be,” Kurt says, looking proudly at his new chart.  “Santana can smell fear from a mile away, so we have to be on guard, always.  So, the nice thing about this next month is that I do have a vacation, though I am spending some of it with my dad, so that’s going to be fun and…” Blaine’s hand shoots up with a question. “We’re not in school, Blaine.  What?” 

“Well, I was wondering, last month we were pretty routine in our sex,” he says, looking into his lap as he playfully scratches Loki kitty behind the ears.  “I thought maybe we should try to… I don’t know… push ourselves outside our comfort zones a little.” 

Kurt’s eyebrow arches.  “I went down on you in a movie theater.” 

“Right, and I came my brains out so hard that I don’t really remember how Black Widow ended.” 

“So… what are you saying? That you want to experiment more?” 

“Well yeah,” Blaine gives a shrug of his shoulders.  “I was thinking maybe we’d make a list of things we’d like to try.” 

Kurt’s intrigued. “Such as?”

“Well… we never do anything with food.” 

“Still a firm no on the syrup.” 

“Yes, but I would like to lick whipped cream from your nipples.”  

“Oh.” An image flashes through his brain of Blaine hovering over him, giving sweet, little licks to his nipples.  They suddenly go very hard.  

“And… I not saying I want a mirror by the bed or anything, but I’d to watch as you fuck me from behind.” 

It wouldn’t be first on his list, but they do have a full mirror in the bathroom; a room that has seen little of their sexual exploits.  “Okay, okay…”  

“And, and, what if we tried new positions? When’s the last time I rode you? I love your cock up my ass, but I love it even more when I can see you.” 

“Aww, Blaine, that’s so sweet.” Kurt’s dick is stirring, just talking about all of this is getting him excited.  

“Ooh, oh,” Blaine’s eyes go wide with excitement. “And it is criminal that we have not done more roleplay.  My Nightbird costume is still getting dusty in the closet.  I mean, I have this whole scenario in my head where you’re a super villain and you seduce me with your sexy, cocky ways, and I try to resist but I just have to sleep with you and…” 

“Let’s go…” Kurt says, grabbing Blaine’s hand and dragging him off the couch.  Poor Loki kitty has to jump to the ground.  “Bedroom, now.” 

“I haven’t even finished telling you my list.” 

“Let’s fuck now, and come up with lists later.” 

“Good idea!”

[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble i

a skirt chasers drabble bc they are my fave fictional couple to date <333

tags: coupley and domestic, jk’s terrible attempts at seducing via text, making out, dry humping, spitting (ik idk what came over me), too much talking for this to be sexual pero hey here we are wc: like 3k

entirely based off jungkook from bv3 that man had NO right to look that good and  the holy jirkenstocks (jungkook birkenstocks). wont lie this has been completely written in my drafts since November (yes 2019) and i hoarded it under the belief i would make this a whole part 2 which i did not 

que dios los bendiga <3

-

Much to everyone’s dismay, Jungkook’s spring break in Vegas with the boys is cut three days short when Jimin’s dog sitter suddenly cancels, citing a case of homesickness as enough cause to abruptly go home. When you first hear news of this, you’re preparing yourself for the return of a mopey, useless Jungkook, too drained from four glorious days in Las Vegas to carry on. What you’re not expecting is the mysterious text he sends you before boarding a five hour flight with no service (he was cheap).

kook still on vegas lockdown. Have that pussy ready when i get home

“The fuck does that mean?” Chaeyoung is the first to see the message, your screen lighting up on the kitchen counter beside you as you scrub through a mountainous pile of dishes. You try to play it off, after all, Chaeyoung had seen parts of you you hadn’t even seen, but there was no worse embarrassment than having your homegirls see your clown of a boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “He’s so romantic,” she swoons, and you shoo her away from the offending device as you wipe your hands down on your t-shirt. 

you for what?? One 20 second round 🤥

Chaeyoung suddenly cackles from over your shoulder, and you swear your soul leaves your body. 

You don’t get a response until exactly five hours and thirteen minutes later, your phone vibrating like crazy on the edge of your bathtub, and if you hadn’t given it a hearty kick and sent it flying across the room, front screen shattering into the most intricate spider web of glass shards, it would have fallen into the water. The terror. 

kook pls pick me up 

kook also haha. U r soooo funny 😑

You’re halfway to the airport, idly sitting in traffic and giving the public a free, Beyonce-like experience of The Script’s Breakeven, when you realize you’re not wearing any pants. You’re not exactly sure which part of Jungkook’s long t-shirt had tricked you into believing you were decently dressed, but you’re not too mad. After all, Jungkook’s trip with the boys had been a last minute decision that did not take into consideration your never-ending thirst for your boyfriend, so a little payback never hurt anybody. 

He’s sitting on top of his suitcase outside the airport when you get there, cute Birkenstock-clad feet swinging back and forth as he waits for you like the good boy he is. He crouches down by the passenger window, “Uh, yeah, is this the Uber?” 

You can’t even bother hiding the smile that consumes your face, and it only grows tenfold when he finally gets in and immediately leans over the center console to kiss you. “Look who’s finally back from their little bachelor party,” you murmur, eyes lidded dangerously low when he breaks away. 

“Oh, the party where I accidentally sleep away my life-savings to a stripper named Aries and then have to go home and beg for my wife’s forgiveness?” He responds immediately, devious pink tongue swiping out to lick at your bottom lip. 

You snort. “Joke’s on you, because our hot pool boy kept me company and treated me better in four days than my husband had in six years,” you mumble, finger looping into the silver chain around his neck to pull him close again. 

“Not our hot pool boy,” he whines, smile pressed adorably to your lips. 

You almost retort, but a ten-second horn blast from the car behind you has the two of you jumping three feet from each other, like teenagers caught making out in the school parking lot. 

-

Just as you’d predicted via text, Jungkook barely has the energy to walk up the steps to your apartment, much less fuck you like he’d promised. “Fuck, stop being healthy and let us take the elevator,” he grunts, pushing his suitcase onto the final platform leading to your floor.

“Nope,” you concede. “The stairs give me a good view of your ass going up.”

He shoots you a scandalized look, like you’re an old man who’d just catcalled him on the street. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

It’s when you’re unlocking the front door, sending out a little prayer to the heavens (Chaeyoung) for the blessing of an empty apartment, that he notices your lack of proper clothing. “Oh, hell no,” he groans, immediately crowding you against the armchair nearest the door. 

You laugh, struggling to turn to face him as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

He sighs against the shell of your ear, and you’d be a liar to say it didn’t send a gush of wetness to your core. Jesus, just a single puff of air from Jungkook was enough to turn your coochie into a Fruit Gusher. “Not your sexy legs again,” he whines, and you giggle when he presses those pouty lips to yours. 

“Thought I was supposed to have this pussy ready for you,” you tease, tilting your head up until your noses brush against each other. Jungkook lets a soft huff of a sigh go, eyes fluttering shut at your close proximity. 

There’s a hand that creeps along the back of your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin until he finally guides it upwards, hitched over his hip. The new position has your body curving backwards, tilted over the edge of the couch as he continues crowding closer and closer to you. “Baby,” he whines, and the tone and sudden usage of your favorite nickname wipes the teasing smile off your face. “I missed you so much,” he purrs, in that tone that says he knows he has you under his complete control, all he has to do is take care of you. 

Still, you try to put up some sort of a fight. “I’m sure your eyes were kept entertained in Vegas,” you retort weakly, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in your tone. 

Jungkook laughs, before puckering his lips and smothering you. Instantly, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His hair tickles your face from how long it’s gotten, and when you brush it back, collecting it into a makeshift baby ponytail, you can’t even enjoy the sight because Jungkook is pressing his rock hard member against your inner thigh. 

“You think I’m a cheater?” He muses when he finally pulls away, a little entranced by the saliva that coats your lips in a thin sheen. “Couldn’t be even if I wanted to.” Before you can ask what that even means, he’s hauling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, his cock now cradled between your thighs, right where you want him most. You moan immediately, head lolling backwards at the touch you’d craved for days. “Feel that? No one gets my dick hard like you do, baby.”

Even though his adrenaline is on one hundred, and he’s clearly blinded by his lust, Jungkook still sets you down on the bed like you’re made of glass. Any comments you may have made are smothered by his lips on yours, fingers gripping your waist like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark and his breath is a little heavy where it fans against the lower half of your face. 

“So pretty,” he huffs, rolling his hips against yours. You groan, eyes rolling back as the familiar feeling of your boyfriend between your legs consumes you. Jungkook presses his mouth against the skin of your neck, where the faintest sheen of sweat had begun to form the moment you unlocked the front door. 

If you thought you were loud, the sounds leaving Jungkook’s throat are teetering on the edge between a pornstar and a yodelling-enthusiast. You can’t help the smirk crossing your features. “Are you really gonna come?”

Jungkook was many things, and drama queen was definitely very high on that list. He gives you the most scandalized expression, stopping the movement of his hips to scoff. “As if,” he snorts, but you know that little eyebrow furrow a little too well. 

You snort, reaching down to his sides as you try to discreetly urge him to start up again. “Baby, your jaw is twitching,” you point out, a soft whine leaving your lips when he shifts your leg up. It’s this same sound that has him finally moving again. 

“Yeah, well,” he groans, one hand deathly gripping into your hip now, pressing you down onto the bed so hard you feel the comforter will swallow you up any minute now. “I just got my wisdom teeth removed, ‘member?”

Your retort is briefly cut off by the cry you let out when he ducks down to suck a mark beneath your jaw. “M-Months ago,” you weakly respond, 

Jungkook ignores you in favor of using his Hulk strength to fold you in half, groans borderline animalistic as he grinds his cock into your soaked panties. His jaw is tight like you’d said, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. He hated coming before you, seldom doing it unless it was one of those rare days where he wanted you to pamper him. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, swallowing your pitiful whines before pushing his tongue down your throat. There was something sexy about your boyfriend being so turned on that his saliva production was off the charts. “You’re gonna ask me to do that thing again, aren’t you?” He predicts. 

All you can do is nod, and Jungkook smirks. “Ah,” he says, much like a doctor would, and you comply, mouth wide. You see the muscles beneath his jaw twitch, and a moment later he’s leaning over you with puckered lips, a glob of saliva begging to drip down. 

The moan that catches in your throat has him smiling, tongue peeking out to cut the bridge of saliva that connected the two of you, and you want to tell him you love him, but then he’s raising his eyebrows at you, motioning for you to swallow, so you do. “Absolutely filthy,” he grins, and then returns to thrusting against you. 

As much as you liked to tease him, he’s good at fulfilling the sexual aspects of his boyfriend role, and he guides you to your orgasm moments later. Of course, he does so by toying with your tits just the way you like, lips pressed firmly to yours as you become a boneless heap beneath him. “That’s it, pretty baby,” he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your lips before he’s shifting back onto his haunches, tugging you closer until the backs of your knees are cradled carefully in his elbows. 

Despite your transcended state, you love watching Jungkook get himself off, and your eyes flutter as you watch him thrust sloppily against your soiled panties. They’re soaked by your own arousal, and had Jungkook’s sweats not been as dark as they were, you’re almost certain you’d see how they stained. 

He comes a moment later, body twitching and fingers tightening against your skin. His chest heaves, head lolling back as he tries to regain his senses. Silence envelopes the room. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You blurt, no longer able to pretend like something isn’t completely wrong. 

Jungkook rolls his neck out, a satisfying crack resounding, as he angles to look at you again. His tongue is poking against his cheek in that cocky way it does sometimes, and he furrows his brows at you. “What?”

You shuffle up onto your elbows, motioning towards him with the vaguest wave possible. He blinks. You groan. 

“What did you do?” You question, and immediately his eyes go wide and shiny in that way they do when you’re reprimanding him and he doesn’t see the wrong in his ways. 

Cute little lips forming a pout he remains as confused. “Nothing? We really just went to fuck around and get drunk—“

“Kook.”

“You don’t actually think I cheated, I thought we were just joking? Unless…” he trails off, doe eyes suddenly filled with fear. “You weren’t?”

“Jungkook—“

He intercepts you, “did you do something while I was gone? Who was he? Or she? Wow,” he huffs to himself in disbelief. “I don’t even know you well enough to know if you’re into more than just men.” The frown on his face is getting deeper with each word he utters and you almost can’t believe how dumb he could be. “No wonder… am I a terrible boyfriend?” He asks, voice louder and more concerned than it’s been all night. 

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You say, and Jungkook looks just as lost by your response as you are with his. “Because I’m talking about whatever this is,” you explain, reaching up to drag a hand through his dual-colored locks. 

They’d been carefully tucked under his bucket hat when you’d picked him up, a tuft of blonde peeking out from in front of his ear. It wasn’t until he’d tipped you over the side of the couch that it had tumbled off. Of course, at the time, there had been other pressing matters at hand than wondering why your Hannah Montana blonde boyfriend had returned as Todoroki, which is why you’d waited until now to revisit the topic. 

Jungkook doesn’t move for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if processing the emotional episode he’d just given you, he gives you a sheepish smile. It’s one of those smiles where his lips press together thinly and cutely and the apples of his cheeks seem like the squishiest things in the world. “Oh…” he says, voice soft and nothing like the man that spit in your mouth five minutes ago. “You like it?”

[angelz-dust]

masters of none (jason todd x reader)

summary: welcome to my jason x celebrity fic, based on this headcanon. pls enjoy. 

word count: 5.2k

warnings: gun mention. food mention. 

part 2

626 bedford avenue

baby let's have a conversation and god forbid we have a connection

...

"are you sure? i don't wanna leave your here alone," dex had said to you as he put his jacket on. the two of you were in the studio when he got a sudden invite to a party.

"i'll be fine. i just wanna finish this track tonight. or attempt to, i guess," you explained, spinning in your chair to face him. you watched as he used his wooden military brush to fix his waves. "everyone else is going so you should go."

"you should also go," he chuckled, shaking his head before sighing and pocketing the brush. "at least let me take you home now."

"i have to finish this, dex. seriously. just go," you told him, turning back around to face the monitor.

"fine, but i'm coming back when it's over and i'm taking you home. i don't care if you're not done or passed out on the couch," he told you firmly, grabbing his keys off the coffee table. "are you hungry? i can get you something to eat."

"i already ate."

you did not, but you weren't hungry. you were too invested in working to be hungry. you'd eat later when he picked you up.

"alright. make sure the doors are locked when i leave. you know where the gun is, right?" he asked and you lifted your arm up, giving him a thumbs up. you had your headphones back on and were about to focus on that again. he rolled his eyes before leaving, making sure the doors were locked himself.

your work in progress played loudly in your ears as you stared at the meticulously placed loops on the monitor. you didn't like hearing your own voice but you loved the rush of putting together the puzzle that was a song, so you let it go. you worked for hours, unmoving from your spot until you felt a familiar tingle make place in your temples. a hunger headache was coming on and staring at the monitor, probably without blinking, wasn't helping.

it was midnight and dex probably wouldn't get back until 2 or 3. you weren't sure if you'd last that long. there were snacks in the mini fridge that could tide you over but it wouldn't be satisfying. you stood up, your legs feeling like jelly from not being used for so long. your ass had gone numb, too.

you wobbled your way to the fridge of wonders, resting on it to balance yourself as you opened it. you were looking for the yogurt you had stashed in there but...

"fucking jordy," you breathed out, recalling how he had eaten it that morning before you both left for your video with gotham insider.

...

"hey, i'm jordy rivas."

"and i'm y/n l/n."

"we're here with gotham insider and we'll be answering your burning questions."

you had a bucket filled with slips of paper in your lap as you waited for the cue to start picking. you took in your surroundings, not being able to see much with the bright lights illuminating you from above and keep everyone else in the dark. sometimes you couldn't tell if you were on set or on an operating table. jordy, your group mate, noticed that you two had plenty of questions to answer as he peered into the bucket.

how you got here was still a blur. your rise to stardom alongside your friends felt so sudden, it was hard to believe. you didn't expect to have such a large following at this point, or ever. and you never thought you'd have a band of brothers and sisters who loved music as much as you did. it was like a dream come true. not only did you have them but you were able to expand your horizons musically. you were just a below average producer before but now you produced music of all genres at such a high caliber. hell, you even sang a little now.

being a celebrity was overwhelming at times, but you loved interacting with fans or the family, as you affectionately called them. you'd take a simple q&a or fan meet over an award show or social event any day.

"alright, go ahead and start," a staff member said from behind the camera and you stuck your hand in at the same time as jordy, both pulling out a slip.

"how did you guys come up with the name cloud 9?" jordy read from his slip.

"stockholm syndrome," you said simply, getting a little laugh from jordy and some staff before he spoke up to explain.

"we were unofficially going by seven heavens before y/n and dex came along. we had just dropped music under our own names before but we couldn't really do that if we were going to do a group album so we needed a name."

"we were just producing a song each for the album," you spoke up to clarify. "i decided to call our studio session 'on cloud nine' since it fit with the theme of the group and there were nine of us working together."

"then we realized y/n and dex were geniuses and we asked them to produce the whole album," jordy chimed in with a smile. "they had already put so much work into it, so we asked them to join the label and we dropped the album as cloud 9."

best decision i ever made, you thought to yourself, a smile playing on your lips. on cloud nine took ages to produce but the results were worth it. for you, it was more than the money and the charts. creating music was a labor of love and an extension of yourself. you helped create a piece of art that you loved and allowed others to love too. it was the greatest feeling in the world.

"next question is... how do you guys decide who collaborates on what and when you do it?" you read, shrugging your shoulders softly. "we just do it on a whim. covers, singles, eps, full albums, it doesn't matter. we still operate as a group but sometimes we wanna do our own separate projects. we're in charge of ourselves so we do what we want."

the rest of the questions were pretty tame, mostly asking about your music and your label mates. occasionally they got more personal, asking about your interests and families. you both answered with enthusiasm, joking around a little and keeping certain things private when you felt necessary or when you were contractually obligated to. can't go around spilling secrets about upcoming music and other projects.

you and jordy were actually working on an album but it hadn't been announced yet. that was why you two came together, as a way of hinting at it and getting ready for promotions to come. the album was nothing like what you both normally did in a lot of different ways. the sound, the aesthetic, all of it. it was an ambitious project and you were looking forward to seeing how it would be perceived.

you were just about done with the q&a, pulling out the last question from the bucket that jordy had then ceremoniously punted out of frame.

"who is your favorite vigilante? i don't know actually. i've never thought about it," you softly clicked your tongue with a pensive look.

"i like signal," jordy answered as you thought it over. "i saw him kick ass up close one time and he has a cool costume."

"i like nightwing's costume! uniform? whatever," you said with a confused shake of the head, not really sure what to call it. "the blue bird is cool. i personally enjoy the color blue, so he gets points for that. it's a sexy shade of blue."

that last part elicited some laughter from jordy. "is that some roundabout way of you saying nightwing turns you on?"

"it's a direct way of me saying i like the color blue," you corrected him. "but yeah, he looks like he'd be hot. it has no bearing on how i feel about the blue, though. two separate feelings."

"who else is there? you got batman and robin. red robin. uh..." jordy trailed off, trying to think.

"batgirl," you supplied, getting a nod from him. "orphan? right? and uh..."

"red hood!" jordy said with a smile. "that dude is cool as hell. i like his jacket."

"doesn't he shoot people?" the staff laughed again at your delivery of the question. clearly you were on a roll today.

"he doesn't have a hood, though," you realized, looking perplexed. "why is he red hood if he doesn't have a hood? why doesn't he just call himself... red helmet?"

"because that's fucking stupid," jordy said through his laugher, shoulder bouncing. that would have to be censored in post.

"he's fucking stupid."

that too.

the staff watched as the two of you managed to go off on this tangent that had nothing to do with the original question. one of the interns looked to the camera man, who looked equally intrigued and confused at where the conversation had gone. "do we... stop them? we're going over on time."

the camera man shrugged and the manager shook her head. "god, no. do not stop them. this is gold."

"he doesn't need a hood, y/n. it's just a name. nightwing doesn't have wings," he reminded you and you rolled your eyes, a subtle pout on your lips.

"yeah but the bird does. it's still on brand. just like batman. and robin. and red robin. and signal. and batgirl," you listed matter of factly.

"what about orphan? is she an orphan?" jordy asked you with attitude.

"probably, bitch. why else would she call herself that?" you said, the both of you riled up now, hence all the sudden cursing. you two kept it (mostly) clean up until this point. "red hood is the only one off brand."

"why are you being a hater right now?" jordy asked with lopsided grimace and you rolled your eyes. "you completely derailed the conversation."

"oh, i'm sorry. i didn't realize you were on his payroll."

"red hood doesn't need payola. he's cool by himself."

"why are you dick sucking red hood?"

"don't ever say that shit again," jordy said immediately, almost cutting you off at the end of your question.

he crossed his arms, looking annoyed as you looked into the camera with a blank expression. you were trying to fight it, but a tight lipped smile appeared on your face, making you look down and scratch the tip your nose lightly with your nail. then your ear. then back down to the side of your neck. your body shook with silent laughter when you glanced at him.

"i'm sorry," you said convincingly after having collected yourself in record time, just barely getting cut off by jordy again.

"no you're not."

"no i'm not," you shook your head, your facade dropping as quickly as it was put on. "you still haven't answered the-"

"i hope red hood shoots you," he told you seriously, giving you a blank look. your jaw dropped, a surprised noise that almost sounded like laughter came out of your mouth as you looked back at the camera. you knew that he was just playing around but it didn't change the fact that it outrageously juvenile.

it was silent. you and jordy knew this was just friendly bickering but the staff weren't too sure. you rubbed the inside of your cheek with your tongue, slowly dragging it over your teeth as you contemplated his words.

red hood wouldn't actually shoot you. right? he's a bit more morally gray from what you've heard about him but he wouldn't just shoot somebody for making a joke, would he? that seemed kind of ridiculous. overkill, if you will.

your eyes darted between jordy and the camera. back at him. then the camera. jordy again. your head jerked a little in his direction before fully turning to look at him.

"do you think he'd actually shoot me?" you asked quietly, looking at him with a smile on your face as your expressions quickly mirrored each other.

"i would," he told you and you laughed, looking at the camera again.

"mr. red hood, if you're watching his, m-my bad bro," you stuttered through yours and jordy's laughter. "i was just talking shit. please don't shoot me. i-if you don't i'll uh... i'll be your bard!"

"what the fuck?" jordy cried out, hiding his face in his hands as he laughed harder.

"i will write and sing about your adventures and conquests," you pleaded with the man who definitely wasn't going to see. you made a heart by lifting your arms up and having your fingers meet at the top of your head. it was really a waste of time in hindsight but you had to cover your bases just in case he did see it. getting shot was not on your bucket list. "please don't shoot me. seriously. i didn't meant it."

"that's all the questions we had," jordy's voice was pitchy from all the laughing. "i'm jordy."

"and i'm y/n," you smiled, doing a little dance as you stayed in your heart position before waving with jordy. "byeeee!"

...

you weren't entirely sure how long you had been standing there with the door open, letting all the cold air out of the fridge. you assumed it was too long since your nipples felt hard as rocks now, which only added a layer to how uncomfortable you felt. your stomach was touching your back at this point and that headache wasn't going anywhere. and now your nipples felt like they were going to fall off. you were pretty sure exhaustion was going to start claiming on you, too.

killing yourself seemed to be the only option and what you were thinking of doing was practically suicide. you wanted to go walk to the corner store that had the yogurt. your craving was too strong. you needed it and waiting for dex was not an option. there was nothing of substance in the fridge anyway. just drinks and snacks that weren't yours to eat.

a normal person could probably do it and not die. but you were in gotham and you were convinced that the moment you opened the door killer croc or one of the penguin's goons would be waiting for you.

taking the gun would be the smart thing to do but you didn't feel comfortable walking around with it. the feeling of cold steel against your skin was unsettling and the chance of it going off on you was even scarier. yes, you would have the safety on, but that wasn't enough to ease your mind. it felt like walking around with a bomb strapped to your chest. you didn't even wanna think about it dropping it or something while you were in the store. you were sure the ock wouldn't like that.

you grabbed your keys, slipping the wristband on. you had a little card holder and pepper spray hanging off the key ring. you also had a small switchblade for all your stabbing needs. you hadn't used it for murderous intent yet and you wanted to keep it that way.

i'll have red hood put me out of my misery, you thought morbidly to yourself. maybe jordy wishing death on you this morning was a blessing in disguise because you were progressively feeling more like shit with each passing moment.

you braced yourself for the crisp nighttime air and the dangers lurking around every corner before opening the door. it was dark, as expected. you had your hands stuffed in the pockets of your sweatpants. your right hand rested right on top of your phone carefully stashed away in the black polyester pocket.

your sense of direction was, to put it lightly, dog shit, and the pitch blackness of night wasn't helping. you had your airpods in with the gps telling you where to go. if it had a mind of its own, it would probably be judging you for needing to locate a building that was 5 minutes away. nevertheless, hearing the robo voice in your ears was oddly comforting.

the walk there wasn't that bad once you got to the area with all the traffic, illuminated with fluorescent lighting from the surrounding stores. it was the first time you felt comfortable under blinding white light.

you walked into the store quietly, beelining for the cold food section. you grabbed hot fries and sour skittles on your way over for dex, wanting to soften the blow for when you told him you left the studio by yourself. you spotted the salted caramel flavor through the condensation on the glass and you could already taste the creamy treat on your tongue. you smiled to yourself, grabbing the handle to the door when you heard the automatic door to the store open, accompanied by a chime.

"hey, man, what's going on?" you heard the voice of the cashier from behind you. you grabbed your yogurt and turned around, freezing in place when you saw who had entered.

red hood!

you could hear jordy's enthusiastic voice from this morning bounce around in your head like a pinball. the man you had been talking shit about earlier was right in front of you. jesus christ, was he there for you? how did he even find you? the video hadn't even dropped yet!

he must have felt your intense gaze burning a hole in the side of his head because he turned to face you. thankfully, you slid to the side, hiding behind the chips. he knew you were there and that you had been staring at him, even though he didn't catch you in the act. you attempting to hide yourself behind the buy two, get one free mini chip bags was slightly suspicious, but to be fair, he did just walk into a public place as red hood, so he let it go. turning back to salim, the cashier, he grabbed the bag of m&m's he had slid him.

he always paid for the things he picked out when he came to the store, but salim always gave him m&m's for free. red hood kept his store and community safe, so in salim's eyes, giving him candy that only cost a dollar anyway was nothing.

you started grabbing some other snacks, slowly weaving through the aisles as to not cause alarm to the huge man standing not to far from you. you knew he was big but fuck. he was built like a freight train. probably hit like one, too.

"anyone give you trouble tonight?" you heard a voice, his voice. it was distorted behind that mask... helmet... thing. it sounded robotic. was he actually a robot? like cyborg or something?

"nah, it's been quiet tonight," salim shook his head as the vigilante grabbed a little bag of cookies from the shelf behind him, setting it on the counter before asking for a carton of cigarettes. "i heard that jewelry store on bedford ave got hit though."

bedford avenue? your studio was on bedford avenue, tucked away from the main street. the store wasn't too far from it, either. you must have been so wrapped up in working that you didn't hear the commotion because it was definitely close enough for you to hear it.

"just came from there," the vigilante informed him, his robotic voice being both intriguing and off putting to you. he walked back over with the warm cup of liquid in his gloved hand, setting it on the counter next to the cookies.

must have just missed it then, you thought to yourself, if he just came from over there. lucky me.

"you alright, honey?" salim called out to you with familiar affection. he always treated everyone who came to his store with respect and like family. he was always very sweet to you and he felt a sense of pride knowing that he had both celebrities and vigilantes frequenting his store.

"don't tell me you're trying to rob me," he added on at the end, getting the attention of red hood. he wasn't sure if salim was being serious or not. it would confirm his suspicions about your weird behavior from earlier. it would be kind of ballsy to try something while he was standing there, though.

"uh... yeah. this is a stick up. give me everything you got," you said lamely, standing on your toes to peek at him over the shelf.

salim's rich laughter filled the store and he shook his head. "just checking," he said before redirecting his attention to red hood, who loosened up when he realized it was just banter between friends.

you realized the longer you spent in the store, the later it would get. you waddled your way over to the counter with your snacks in your arms a comfortable distance away from red hood, who set cash on the counter. he looked over at you again, making you shrink under his gaze. he was essentially faceless, which was a little unsettling, to say the least. he turned away, grabbing his things and moving out of your way.

you put all of your snacks on the counter, trying to ignore the man's presence. he wasn't doing anything but being intimidating.

"you here by yourself, honey?" concern laced salim's words as he rung up your snacks. "it's a little late, isn't it?"

"oh, uh, yeah," you nodded, pulling your card out to pay. "everyone else is at a party in maywood."

as red hood was walking out, his brow furrowed when he heard what you were talking about. maywood was where all the big social events took place. he had been out there a few times with bruce. not anyone could go to a party out there so...

"ah, one of those celebrity parties you all go to, huh?" salim grinned, giving you your bag of goodies. he still felt unsure about you being by yourself, though. "hey, red! you should walk her back home."

he was almost out the door when he heard salim call out to him. he turned, looking at the both of you. you felt awkward looking at him and you quickly shook your head.

"no, no, it's fine. the studio isn't far," you told him and salim firmly shook his head in protest.

"it's late. you shouldn't have even walked here to begin with," he scolded you a little. it was just out of concern, of course. "she's a big time celebrity, you know."

you frowned at salim's description of you. not being able to read red hood's expressions to gauge how he felt about this whole thing was frustrating, too. he was probably glaring daggers at you.

"i can take you," the robotic voice said. normally he wouldn't be escorting civilians around but he was done for the night and if you really weren't that far, it wouldn't kill him to walk you back to wherever you were headed. he was in a good mood, even if it didn't appear that way.

"see? let the man take you back," salim pushed and you complied, giving him a little nod. "you two stay safe out there! i don't need my favorite customers getting hurt."

you waved goodbye to salim, turning to see that red hood had already started walking off. you quickly shuffled your way out to follow behind him.

"where are we going?" he asked, not even giving you a glance as you both stood on the sidewalk.

"bedford," you said quietly and he turned to face you, his look of disbelief hidden under the mask. why the hell would you leave? you had to have left while the heist was still going on. no wonder salim asked him to take you home. clearly you had a death wish.

"lead the way," he said to you, trailing behind you as you listened to the gps tell you where to go. you hoped he didn't have supersonic hearing or something, because needing to use the gps was still kind of embarrassing.

you two walked in silence, the sound of your plastic bags and the ambient city noises being the only sounds ringing in your ears. you felt a little safer having red hood as your temporary bodyguard but you'd rather risk dying to avoid the awkward silence.

"so big time celebrity," red hood spoke up, startling you a little. you almost thought it was the gps talking to you. "what do you do?"

he knew you were feeling awkward and probably afraid walking with him. he wasn't trying to scare you, though. he figured talking to you would ease the tension a little.

"oh, uh... music," you said simply.

what a dry response. were you expecting him to carry the whole conversation? because he wasn't.

"why are you out here and not in maywood?" he asked, carrying the conversation anyway.

"the studio is here so i'm here."

"so you're working?"

"yeah."

you were not fun to talk to. he wasn't going to hold it against you though. he himself probably didn't come off as a guy who wanted to talk.

"do you shoot just anyone?" you asked suddenly.

well that was one hell of an icebreaker. did he just shoot anyone? where the hell did that come from? were you that afraid of him?

"no," he said, hoping you couldn't hear his smile in his words. it was such an odd question to ask. "why? you think i'm gonna shoot you or something?"

"are you?" you asked panicked, whipping around to face him.

he put his hands up in mock surrender, letting out a laugh this time. "relax. you haven't given me a reason to want to shoot you. or have you?"

"i hope not," you said honestly, turning back around to continue walking.

"i'm not going to shoot some innocent girl, let alone a famous one. it's a bad look," he explained to you, hoping the humor behind his voice would make you relax a little.

"why don't you wear a hood?" your line of questioning continued. "you're red hood but you don't wear a hood."

"why do you keep asking ridiculous questions?" he asked rhetorically before answering your question anyway. "a hood doesn't protect the face."

well, that made sense, actually. it looked like that helmet thing he wore was made of metal or something. much better protection than cotton. it was still off brand but you could respect it.

"what the hell are you wearing?" the man had exclaimed suddenly, making you furrow your brows and look back at him. his gaze was down at your feet. "how did i not notice those before?"

"clearly that stupid helmet obstructs your vision," you pouted, looking down at the cute bunnies that sat on the strip of your pink slides. "they're my slides."

"they're hideous," he told you seriously and you scoffed.

what an asshole. how dare he insult your babies like that? they were minding their fucking business, chilling on your feet. they didn't asked to be attacked like this.

"you're hideous," you retorted childishly. "my bunnies are cute, thank you very much."

"how am i hideous? you can't even see me," he reminded you, tapping on his helmet.

"your outfit is hideous. you look like... i don't know. ugly. your face is probably ugly, too," you huffed, crossing your arms.

you wished you could go back in time and not apologize for insulting him earlier. he deserved it.

"you wound me," he said sarcastically, placing a hand over his heart. "how will i recover?"

"give me your gun and let's find out," you said, holding out your hand jokingly before getting it swatted away by his.

okay, fine. he wasn't that bad. you were actually kind of enjoying the conversation and so was he.

"arrived," you heard in your ears, looking up and seeing the studio right before your eyes.

you had been so wrapped up in bantering with him that you forgot what you were doing in the first place: going back to the studio. you almost felt disappointed that you were about to go your separate ways. you had just gotten comfortable.

"this is the place," you said, gesturing up to the building. "thank you for walking me here."

"try to keep your late night excursions to a minimum."

and with that, he used his grappling hook and disappeared into the shadows of the night. creepy. kinda cool but mostly creepy.

you walked around back to the side door, letting yourself back into the studio and locking up immediately afterwards. another successful snack run. now all you had to do was wait for dex to get back.

...

it had been about two weeks since your encounter with the vigilante. jason had long forgotten about it. he had been at the manor, lingering around after a meeting in the cave with bruce and his brothers. he didn't like sticking around once business was taken care of but alfred offered to make him chili dogs. it was a calculated move to get him to stick around and it worked.

tim was lounging on the arm chair while dick and damian were both seated on the couch. jason stood off to the side, directing his attention to the television that sat above the fireplace. tim had been watching youtube videos all day and stumbled across a gotham insider q&a that had a clickbait-y title about vigilantes. naturally, he was intrigued and wanted to watch it with the rest of them.

"what am i looking at?" he asked, taking a bite of his chili dog.

"something hilarious. i've been waiting to show you guys all day," tim explained, grabbing the remote.

"i hope this isn't something juvenile, drake," damian chimed, resting his body against the arm of the couch.

"or gross," dick co-signed with a grimace. "we just ate."

"just shut up and watch," he sighed, unpausing the video.

jason felt a little tingle in the back of his mind at your face was on the screen. you looked familiar. he silently watched as you and jordy discussed your feelings about vigilantes. dick snorted when he heard your comment about nightwing. tim began to snicker in anticipating for the main event: the red hood argument.

as jason watched, everything made sense. you were that weird girl he walked home. that was why you asked him those stupid questions. he was a little annoyed at you calling him stupid and off brand but he had to admit the segment was funny. especially the part at the end where you were begging him not to shoot you. you seemed so much more relaxed and naturally funny than you did when he was with you that night. it almost gave him whiplash.

"you should shoot her. for good measure," damian told jason once the clip ended, making the older boy roll his eyes.

"nah. i can't shoot my bard," he smiled, making dick smile too. he had expected jason to be all grumpy about getting talked about but he seemed to be taking it fairly well. tim was kinda disappointed that jason didn't seem more bothered by it. he wanted to tease him a little.

"i think red hood payola is probably the funniest thing i've heard in awhile," dick said, laughing along with tim. even damian cracked a little smile.

jason walked back to the kitchen, recalling that night he ran into you now that he had seen the video, finally understanding why you were acting so strange.

his bard, huh? cute...

[lucas-koh]

Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC VIII

Parts 1-7 linked in my bio!

Doesn’t exactly follow canon, but elements of canon. FWB.

Song: Waking Up Slow (Piano Version) - Gabrielle Aplin

Rating: M, implied sex, sexual language, swearing

Word Count: 3738

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Chapter Eight: Whiplash

So there Suki was again. Rushing down the hospital corridors in an attempt to out power-walk her thoughts. Step-step-step-step-I like her body-STEP-STEP. Suddenly the day didn’t feel so hopeful. And she found herself questioning why this was bugging her so much; but even more so, why she suddenly wanted to avoid Bryce at all costs. She didn’t want to look into his eyes and think about his face as he said those words. Those dark, enigmatic mahogany eyes, probably smirking knowingly. But she definitely didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that an offhand comment like that had affected her. Not after all the lengths she’d gone to to assure Bryce she was unaffected by things like this, at least where he was concerned.

This was what she signed up for – she knew that. But still. When the only nice thing he could say about her to someone else was about her body - how it looked, what it did – well, it wasn’t exactly a confidence boost in terms of who she was as a person. And she’d thought after the fact they’d all been hanging around together as a group so much that they all gelled well and were friendly. And yeah, the other person had been teasing Bryce about having a crush on her, which he obviously didn’t, and she didn’t want him to, but he still could’ve replied saying she was a cool girl or something.

Luckily for Suki, they barely ran in the same circles at work so avoiding him was fairly easy. She only saw him in the halls a few times, and would focus her eyes on whatever chart or equipment she was holding. Every time she caught a glimpse or thought about Bryce (much more often than she cared to admit), Suki felt uncomfortable and upset. And then silly for feeling as such.

For two weeks she’d managed to ignore his texts, and the group hadn’t had time to meet, either. Part of her wanted to cave a few times, but Bryce had given up after the third nose went unanswered, clearly getting the hint. He hadn’t texted anything other than that.

Finally, she felt like she couldn’t avoid it any longer. It was consuming her thoughts too much to not do something about it. She’d just have to get over herself and either suck it up and accept she was just a warm body to Bryce, or break it off for her own sanity. So that was the plan as she texted Bryce mid-December. Which way she was erring towards… she’d figure out when the time came. Either way, she wasn’t planning on making it easy for Bryce, because whether she had the right to be or not – Suki was pissed.

Unfortunately for her, Suki was also soft and awkward and indecisive and far too forgiving. But she was going to try her best.

Santa Fe: 👃be here in 15.

Scalpel Jockey: yes ma’am 😳 

When Bryce arrived he texted to let her know, since knocking would only make someone else answer the door. Suki waited until she couldn’t hear anyone in the living room and snuck over to let Bryce in. The door opened to his habitually grinning face, but Suki didn’t return the favour, instead just setting off to her bedroom and waiting for Bryce to follow.

Once Bryce had shut the bedroom door behind him and could be sure no one else would hear, he finally greeted her:

“Hey, it’s been a while…”

Well, maybe by their standards.

But Suki was already unbuttoning her blouse and shimmying her trousers down her legs. Bryce laughed, she was simply looking stoically at him as she unclothed and she hadn’t even said a word to him yet. But okay. If that was the plan.

Bryce stripped down to his underwear and perched at the head of the bed, uncertain and waiting for Suki to make the first move.

“So,” she stood at the foot of the bed in her lacy black underwear, hands curling around her waist, “do you like how I look today? How my body looks right now?”

But Bryce didn’t notice the hint, he was too enraptured by how good she looked. And by how sexy her forwardness was; first that text, then the jumping straight in. It was certainly something and Suki could tell Bryce liked it.

“Yes, I definitely do.” He crawled down the bed to her, pulling her in between his legs. That smug grin was all over his face, all through his eyes as they raked up and down Suki’s body. All in that tongue which stuck out to moisten his lips. God. That’s gotta be exactly what he looked like when he said he liked my body.

And she was pissed again, seething for god knows why, so she turned her head to the side when he moved to kiss her.

“Oh?” Bryce questioned just before he would’ve collided with her cheek.

“Actually, I’m kind of tired right now.”

“Uh, yeah, okay.” He dropped his hands from her waist and let her step back a bit. “You do realise you texted me, right?” He laughed a bit, trying to bring his usual easiness to the conversation. He was sitting at the end of the bed, legs spread and leaning back on his hands. It was proving incredibly difficult for Suki not to admire his physique, his pose, his ambience. And uh, something very obvious right in the centre of her view.

Damn it. Why did he have to be so understanding? She wanted to piss him off. She wanted him to push back a bit. Actually, she wanted to shout at him and ask him why he wasn’t fighting her on this, why he wasn’t being the asshole she had assumed him to be when she’d eavesdropped. She just wanted some strong emotion to spark, to be able to stoke the flames. Because right now it was like the chemicals in her brain had abandoned all logic or sense and the plethora of emotions whirling inside it were confusing.

But, that wasn’t the sensible thing to do.

“Yeah, I changed my mind.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just head out,” he gave her an understanding smile – for fucks sake – and stood from the bed.

She stayed where she was, crossing her arms over her chest this time and watching as Bryce dressed.

He gave her that smile again as he pulled his jeans on, but there was a slight crinkle to his brow as though he were concerned. He looked like he was biting his lip from something to say.

Suki felt bad, now. He’d been there maybe five minutes and she was already sending him home because he hadn’t even reacted in the way she’d wanted.

God Suki, grow up. You’re a twenty-seven year old doctor who is having a tantrum because her fuck buddy doesn’t vibe with her? It’s laughable. Definitely not where I thought I’d be four months ago.

He let out a concealed puzzled exhale as he looked back at Suki, and checking the coast was clear slipped out of her bedroom with a ‘I’ll see you soon?’. She didn’t see him out.

So Bryce left – even fewer words spoken between them, and Suki slumped back into bed with a long, dramatic sigh.

—-

A few days later, Suki was just coming back from delivering some good news to a patient, and was wandering down corridors. As she looked up to be sure she wouldn’t walk into anyone, Suki saw Bryce at the other end of the corridor, passing over a lady in a wheelchair to a doctor. Technically, she’d still been avoiding him for around two weeks since their last meeting barely happened. She felt the heat in her cheeks and immediately swivelled on a heel to go in the other direction.

But it was too late, moments later she was confronted by the very thing she’d been avoiding.

“Suki!” Bryce called from behind her. Immediately Suki felt herself freezing up at just the sound of his voice. But they were in public – sort-of – so she couldn’t ignore him this time.

“Hey,” she didn’t quite meet Bryce’s eyes as she turned to him.

“Are you doing okay?”

Like you care.

“Yeah, fine,” she shot out ice cold.

Bryce crinkled his brow in that same way he had before, and Suki had to scream at that little voice in her head which told her it was cute.

“Have you been avoiding me?”

Yes, yes she had. Pretty definitely.

“So what if I have?”

“I mean. Why?”

“I’m just not in the mood to see you.”

“Did I- did I do something? The other night you seemed… I don’t know. Please tell me if I upset you.”

He looked so concerned that she melted on the spot and the edge in her voice immediately disappeared.

“Look, I just- I realised it’s weird because we share a friend group but we’re not even friends.”

“We’re friends.”

She furrowed her brow, his words from before running through her head. “We are? Since when?”

“Somewhere between the list making and spending so much time as a group - I don’t know, but I like to think we are.”

Hearing him say that had made Suki pretty much forget what she’d overheard. Maybe he had been worried about her. Maybe she was overreacting and assuming or maybe she should just let herself go with the flow. After all, he’d never, ever, been cruel to her. So yeah, Suki liked that Bryce said they were friends. Agreed with him.

In fact, her heart fluttered a little at him recognising her as more than just a body.

“Upgraded from Fuck Buddy to Friend With Benefits – I like it.”

“Me too,” Bryce grinned and brought a hand up for a high five. Suki obliged. She wanted to leave her hand there, feel his beneath it, but she couldn’t. “So, we’re cool?”

And then she knew she couldn’t leave this conversation without some answers. Even if it made her look like a gigantic idiot.

She hesitated. But it was better to be upfront. And it would keep bugging her if she didn’t get the truth. Hard-ass Suki was now tucked away in a cupboard and the usual awkward, nosy, bumbling Suki was back in her place.

“There is… one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I swear I didn’t mean to but the other week I was coming in and I heard you talking with someone else and you told them that you only like me because of my body and like that’s fine of course you’re not obliged to like me as a person but since now you’re saying we’re friends I don’t know I just wanted to like ask you since it would be weird to be friends with someone you only care about having sex with and–“

“Breathe!” Bryce cut her off with a laugh. Suki inhaled a big breath - she had a tendency to ramble when she was nervous.

“Look,” he gave her a comforting smile, “that was Ben, another surgical intern. He’s a dick. I’m not going to go round telling him anything about myself if I can help it. But I suck at lying so it had to be at least somewhat truthful.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah. That makes sense,” she nodded like a car accessory. So obviously he’d known about the surgery too, since they were in the same field. She felt stupid for jumping to conclusions.

“You’re my friend,” he reassured.

She let out a heavy exhale and a gentle laugh, wow she’d been silly. “Cool.”

“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me, you were hurt?”

But she didn’t answer him. She didn’t need to let him know she’d been overthinking the entire thing. So she simply stepped back from him and as she moved to leave said:

“Come over after work.”

And with that Suki flounced off down the corridor to her next patient.

But she didn’t hear Bryce as she retreated, muttering: “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

—-

Clambering up the last of the stairs to her apartment floor, Suki spotted Gia and Tommy on their way towards the stairs.

“Hey! You two doing okay?”

“Yes! Tommy’s missed you two.”

“Aw, Tommy! We miss you too!”

“When can I see Byce?” Tommy asked the two women, not quite having worked his way around ‘r’ sounds yet.

“I’m not sure hun! He’s very busy.” Suki smiled, it was nice to see Bryce had made such an impression.

“You’ve got a good man there, Suki.” Gia said.

“Oh he’s not- um- we’re not.”

“Ha, okay love. We should be off now, anyway.” She pulled Tommy up onto her hip and began to make her way toward the elevator before turning and saying softly with Tommy’s ears obstructed by her hand and chest, “he looks at you like… like I wish Tommy’s father looked at me.”

Suki’s breath hitched as the elevator doors shut on Gia’s bittersweet expression and left her alone in the corridor.

She didn’t realise until she heard the elevator coming back up to their floor that she’d been standing there for a while. Thinking about everything yet nothing.

As though in a daze, Suki floated over to the apartment and let herself in.

It had to be a desire thing right? Bryce looked at Suki like he wanted to push her against a wall at any moment – she knew that. Maybe Gia and her partner didn’t have that anymore if they ever did. That’s gotta be what she meant. In any case, she’d only seen them together very briefly when she’d picked Tommy up, so her opinion wasn’t based on much evidence. Or so Suki thought.

Before Suki even knew it – too consumed by overanalysing that one sentence – she got the text to let her know Bryce was there.

—-

Suki and Bryce laid on either side of the bed post coitus as he was telling her about a surgery he watched. There was still no mention of his assisting, but, Suki figured she’d work it out eventually.

“No way that happened. Patients don’t just ask for surgeons because they think they’re hot.”

“Oh yeah? Then how come it did happen?”

“I call bullshit.”

“You gonna try and tell me I’m not the hottest surgeon at Edenbrook?”

“I dunno… Dr Tanaka…” Suki sucked in a breath through her teeth.

Bryce looked mock offended then said: “I can’t blame you. He’s a very sexy man.”

He scooted over from his side of the bed and hovered over her, taking her jaw in his large, precise hand. He leaned down to kiss her, Suki immediately giving in and roaming her hands across the muscles on his back and shoulders. Basking in the fresh mint of his lips, the smell of his familiar cologne and a faint hint of cinnamon permeating all of Suki’s senses, she felt a little lost.

“But I think it’s safe to say this speaks for itself in terms of your preferences,” he whispered into her lips.

“Have you been baking?”

“Hm?”

“You smell like cinnamon. You usually smell more citrus-y, freshly washed towels – or is this holiday edition Lahela?”

Suki didn’t even realise she was thinking out loud until it popped out. That citrus-y, freshly washed towel scent and the peppermint on his lips was incredibly familiar to Suki. She’d thought about them in moments she probably shouldn’t have been thinking about them. She associated them with sex, of course, but also a warmth and an easy comfort. His cologne was gorgeous, it smelled expensive and perfectly balanced, mixing with the pH of his skin artfully. But there was something extra special about that underlying natural aroma. Less sexy, more familiar. Homely?

But it made her feel slightly uncomfortable in the pit of her stomach that she remembered these details so vividly, that she focused so specifically on them; even more so that she’d spoken them out loud.

“Well, I do roll around in my clean orange-scented towels just before I see you purely so that you can smell it under my expensive cologne,” he mocked.

She swatted him playfully as he began to kiss down her neck, pinching the skin with his teeth. It was just enough to be a perfectly balanced mix of pleasure and pain.

“What does Dr. Tanaka smell like?” She teased.

“Cigarettes and B.O.,” he muffled into her collarbone.

Suki’s laugh tinkled around her bedroom like chimes. “Now I know he smells sexy.”

“He’s not the one whose scent you seem to have memorised so I’m okay with that.”

“Hey! We see each other in close quarters, I’d be a bit worried if you didn’t know what I smelt like.”

“Moon lilies and cotton. Also antiseptic and that coconut hand sanitiser you use.”

Suki laughed again, as Bryce tried to hide the shock in his eyes that he’d actually just said that. But then he just grinned cockily like that was the intention.

“Well I’m glad it’s not cigarettes and B.O.”

“But to answer your question: No, I don’t bake, or cook, at all.”

“Seriously?! What do you eat?”

“Takeout, whatever’s in the hospital cafeteria, ramen.”

Suki just looked at him with horror. “Any… vegetables?”

“Yeah I always order vegetables. And I have an apple every morning.”

“Is that to keep me away?”

“What would be the point in that?” He leaned down to kiss her lips again, and once more Suki got sucked into the moment.

“Okay, okay, you should go now.”

“Probably,” Bryce looked up to Suki’s clock which read 11:08pm. “It’s later than I thought.”

They’d lost track of time talking about the most random topics, but secretly neither of them minded. —-

Five A.M. the next morning found Suki stumbling out of bed and blinking her way through her routine. Bryce had stayed way longer than he should’ve, again, and now Suki was paying for it.

She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t look her best. As she crooked her neck in a stretch she felt a sensitive spot on the left side. Moving closer to the mirror to inspect and blinking more sleep from her eyes, she saw the rough purple mark. Shit.

“Bryce… what the fuck?!” She whisper-yelled to herself. “He is so getting shit for this.”

She had two options. 1. Leave it as it is. She didn’t really have time to do a botch job of covering it up and she was a doctor, she just needed to get on with the job no matter what. 2. Cake it in layers of concealer, colour corrector, and foundation so that instead of a hickey, it looked like she had a weird rash.

Given Suki’s intense aversion to anything even slightly humiliating, she went with option two. She’d forgotten how much these things actually hurt – it had been years – and Bryce had gone deep. Mottling from a deep-blackish-purple to a lighter, but still intense pinky-lilac, Suki’s neck looked pretty bad. Thankfully the area itself wasn’t too big, and so she got to work covering it up. She made sure to snap a picture first to show Bryce the exact damage he’d done.

The first few hours of work went by as usual, diagnoses, charts, tests, discharges. She knew she had to talk to Bryce about her, ahem, problem, but she wasn’t going to let something so silly take precedent over her job.

When she spotted Bryce in the atrium later she luckily had a few moments to spare. He was leaning on the desk talking to the receptionist.

“We need to talk,” she muttered behind him, pulling him along with her to somewhere more private. He rushed out a wave to the receptionist as he stumbled along after Suki. She pulled him over to the side of the atrium under the stairs. Not the most private place, but better than nothing.

“So…” Bryce said searchingly.

She huffed and moved her neck under the light, making it obvious that it was caked in cover-up. But Bryce was a typical man.

“What am I looking at? I mean, you have a very nice neck but…?”

Then she pulled out her phone and brought up the picture she’d taken as insurance this morning.

“Oh,” Bryce snorted, and actually zoomed in to the photo to get a better look.

“What are you – 16?!” She snatched her phone away as she chastised him.

He laughed, not seeming at all bothered. “It was an accident, relax. I’ll be sure not to do it again.”

Accident, my ass. You were sucking on there like a pacifier. Then again, I probably should’ve stopped him…

“Fuck you,” she was actually frustrated about this, but the words came out more lighthearted than intended.

“That can be arranged.”

“Bry!” Almost as soon as it came out of her mouth Suki wanted to kick herself for the cringey nickname. Where the hell did it come from?? And why! She was meant to be mad at the guy not giving him cutesy nicknames.

But Bryce didn’t pick it apart, simply winking.

“Think of it as an early Christmas present.” He teased as he moved away from the corner. She huffed again as she watched him leave, flashing a cheeky grin back at her. What a fucking douche.

Maybe I *should’ve* tried propositioning Dr. Tanaka, at least he would be more careful.

She was annoyed at the actual thing, sure. But she was more annoyed that rule number five: no visible marks, had been pretty astoundingly disregarded. It wasn’t the hickey itself, it was the principle. The meaning behind the hickey. And the struggle of having a serious conversation with Bryce Lahela.

She found herself asking why she hadn’t brought the rule up, why she hadn’t called him out for ignoring their very clear rules put into place for exactly this reason. Perhaps she didn’t want to stop blurring the lines, even if they were advancing into dangerous territory. Recently she’d been letting him come to hers more often, the threat of roommates not feeling so worrisome anymore, and the thought of sneaking around was sexy. And the relief, the joy she’d felt when it turned out Bryce didn’t only like her body was far from casual.

She didn’t want to be so careful anymore, and that scared the shit out of her.

[the-power-of-stuff]

sukka modern AU road trip drabble

I was thinking about Sokka’s freaking Gantt chart invasion schedule the other day, which led me to imagining what a fun disaster of a dynamic he and Suki would be on a road trip together, and then this drabble came out. Sokka and Suki on a great American road trip! 

Rated T, I guess, for suggestive content and one swear word, but nothing explicit. 

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“Okay, the drive there is five and a half hours, but we don’t have to be there until 12:30,” Sokka was saying while simultaneously verifying that all their camping gear was packed. “We’ll lose an hour, though, when we cross the border. Stupid daylight savings… Which means you,” he jabbed a finger in her direction to emphasize his point, “need to get up.”

Suki stretched luxuriously in response, tangling herself even further into the sheets. They’d gotten to the motel later than planned last night -- mostly because Sokka didn’t trust that she’d packed according to the list he’d prepared for her and felt the need to unpack and repack everything before they left, and okay, maybe she’d almost forgotten a few items like her phone charger and her razor but were those really that crucial? Now she was enjoying a bit of a lie-in, as much as being awake before sunrise could be considered a lie-in. Usually she was the early riser, but Sokka had woken up at least half an hour before her to get ready for the next leg of their trip, and she considered it a favor to him that she’d left him to his own devices. 

“Babe,” she cooed. 

“Yeah,” he replied, distracted.

“C’mere.” 

Sokka looked up then and immediately pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows at her, suspicious. Nevertheless, he walked over to her side of the bed.

“You have ten more minutes,” he said once he was standing over her.

“C’mere,” she insisted.

He sighed, long-suffering, and sat next to her, giving her the opening she needed to snake her arms around his neck. Suki threaded her fingers through his hair -- he hadn’t put it up yet and god he was so sexy with his hair down -- and pulled him down for a kiss.

“Suki,” he said against her lips, somewhere between disapproval and supplication. 

“You’re just...so cute when you’re checklisting.”

He let her have one more kiss before sitting upright again, but she just followed him, the bedsheet falling around her waist. She saw his eyes flicker for a second, but with incredible restraint, he kept his gaze level with hers. 

“Now eight minutes,” he said, “And then we have to be in the car, ignition started, foot on the pedal. Our drive time includes stopping for gas and getting more ice for the cooler-”

Sokka cut off on a stuttered gasp when Suki dipped her head to run the tip of her tongue along the hollow of his throat. 

“I still have to...count the fire starter sticks and…other...thingama...bobs...”

Suki made her way rather wetly up the column of Sokka’s throat and was sucking at the shell of his ear when he finally gave up.

“Fuck it. Look,” he checked his watch. “If we only make one pit stop instead of two and take turns eating while the other person drives instead of taking a break for lunch, then I can work in twenty-five minutes for sex. Deal?”

Suki grinned triumphantly. “Deal, mister project planner, sir.” And she yanked him back into bed. 

[nickelkeep]

Find a Little Madness

Pairing: Dean/Cas, background ships Rating: Teen Word Count: 6.9K Warnings: Cas is still recovering from his injury Written For: nickel’s storytime, also Pt. 2 of the Runaway Series On Ao3

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Please note - I hesitated sharing this today. But in dark times, we sometimes need a mental break, we need to take care of ourselves. You don’t have to use this, but make sure to take time for yourself. 

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Castiel stared at the ceiling as Anna talked to him about everything and nothing. Well, it felt that way. He wasn’t entirely focusing on his sister’s words. Instead, Cas tried to count the dots on the ceiling to distract himself from the strange itch under his skin.

“Castiel, are you even listening?” Anna playfully pushed at his shoulder and smiled at him. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

“It feels like something’s under my skin.” Castiel’s forehead knitted into frustration. “I know that they got almost all of the silver out, but I’m wondering if the little bit that’s still in there is what’s driving me crazy.”

Anna tilted her head. “Silver burns, Castiel.”

“I know, Anna.” He inhaled deeply through his nose, closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly through his mouth. “That’s why I’m wondering if it’s the fact that it’s only a little bit that’s in there. Not enough to burn.”

“Anything I can do to help?” Anna rested her hand on Castiel’s arm, and he shivered in response. He knew very well it wasn’t silver that was causing this reaction, but he didn’t know what it was. “Castiel? What can I do?”

“Shift. I need to shift back. Maybe that’ll cause this to go away.” He started to pull at the wolf in the back of his mind when Anna stopped him.

“Castiel, you’re in the hospital.”

He hung his head and nodded. “Can you go ask Dean or the Doctor if I can shift?” Castiel watched as Anna nodded and quickly made her way out of the room before resuming his counting of the perforations in the ceiling tiles. He had gotten to almost 200 when Anna returned with Dean.

“Cas?”

Castiel shot up in the bed, wincing slightly as the room spun around him. “Dean?”

“Hey, Cas.” Dean shot a smile at Castiel that didn’t quite reach his eyes before crossing over to the medical cart in the room. “Anna tells me you want to shift?” Cas nodded enthusiastically, so Dean continued. “Cool, that’s fine. Let me just take a few vitals, grab this cart, and then Anna and I will step outside, okay?”

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel wanted to grab for Dean, needed to pull him in and hold him. The itch that had been driving him crazy was thrumming, and his heart started pounding quickly.

As Dean laid the stethoscope on Castiel’s bare skin, he nearly melted into Dean’s touch as the nurse started taking his vitals. Dean’s touch was calming, It was soothing, and Castiel found his mind clearing, like a deep fog was lifted from it. Dean hummed in acknowledgment and jotted down some numbers on a piece of paper before speaking to Castiel.

“Do you think you’ll be okay to shift, Cas?” Dean’s green eyes appeared to be boring into Castiel, and he could only nod. “Alright. Just need to get your temperature, then I’m gonna drag Anna out of here so you can ‘Wolf Out.’” Dean slid the disposable sleeve over the thermometer. “Lift your tongue.”

Castiel obliged, and for a split second, he thought of the numerous other fun things he could be doing with his tongue at that moment. He kept his tongue still, waiting for the beep to sound, and let out a sigh of relief when everything came back clear. “So, I’m good to shift?”

“Yes, but we do retake your vitals when you shift to make sure nothing’s too far off the charts. You suddenly shifted in your sleep before and were cold to touch, so we went right to just warming your body back up.” Dean ran his fingers through his hair and started to turn when he appeared to remember something. “I’ll be back once you’re done shifting to come check you. You can either stay here in the room or join me at the nurses’ station. We have a much more comfortable bed for our canine pals out there. Chosen by our Were staff.” Dean winked, and Castiel felt his heart melt.

Castiel waited until Dean led Anna out of the room. The door clicked shut. He heard a lock click - most likely a safety precaution, considering the number of wolves that could shift at any time. Castiel let out a deep sigh and reached deep into himself, searching for his wolf.

After a moment, Castiel found what he was searching for. The shifting and popping of his body as it transformed from human to wolf was familiar and comforting. As he moved to all fours, his fur grew out. The jet black color was uncommon in his clan, let alone almost Weres, he often dreaded its meaning. One the transformation was complete, he took a sniff of the air and looked back at his hind leg. It had been shaved, and while he knew why, he still huffed, allowing himself a small moment of vanity. Castiel crossed to the door and started scratching at it.

“Hi there, Cas.” Dean was the first to greet him, leaning down and giving him scritches behind the ear. “Can you jump up here for me?” Dean patted back on the bed, and Castiel whined as he took the position to try and make the jump. His leg couldn’t take the energy coiling up inside of it, and Dean frowned. “Too much?”

Castiel nodded and sat down on his haunches, letting out a whimper as Dean waved a hand at him. “Then I think you’re going to join me out at the Nurses’ Station. I promise to not blare my soaps to loud at you.” Dean laughed, sitting on the ground in front of Castiel. He pulled out his stethoscope and started listening to Castiel’s heart, which Castiel knew was speeding up, yet again, because of Dean’s touch. “Alright, everything appears to be in order, Cas. Do you want up on the bed, or do you want to join me out at the nurse’s station?”

Castiel quickly stood back up, slightly regretting how fast he was moving, and pushed him with his head.

“Alright, I get it, Cas. But you can’t blame me for watching Dr. Sexy. It’s a new episode tonight.”

Castiel harrumphed, as though insulted, and nudged Dean, forcing him to his feet. “Pushy Wolf, aren’t you?” Dean let out his own chuckle but walked outside where Anna was waiting for them.

"Feeling better, Castiel?"

“Much.” Castiel replied, keeping his eyes on Dean. He nodded for effect, not sure of how much Dean knew about Pack Bonds.

“The feeling under your skin?” Anna crossed her arms over her chest.

“Shut up.” Castiel glared at Anna. He tried to continue to follow Dean when he found Dean had stopped in front of him.

“A feeling under his skin?” Dean looked down at Castiel. “I thought you just said he was feeling odd?”

Anna nodded. “I mean, a feeling under his skin is him feeling odd, is it not?”

“Yeah, but I need to know more about that, and I don’t talk wolf. Unless your Pack has that telepathic thing that most packs do.” Dean looked back and forth between them.

“Dammit.” Castiel looked up at Anna again then looked at Dean. “Might as well come clean.”

“We do. I was talking to Castiel earlier, and when I noticed he wasn’t paying attention, I asked what was going on. He said he was too busy distracting himself from some strange feeling.” Anna leaned on the top of the pony wall that Dean’s desk was pushed up against. “He said he figured if he shifted, that maybe the feeling would stop.”

Dean sat in his desk and beckoned Castiel over to him. Castiel obliged him and sat in front of him while Dean did a little more thorough of a check on him. Castiel melted into the touch, feeling whole and complete as Dean’s fingers ran over him. “How are you feeling now that you’ve shifted, Cas?”

Castiel looked up and let out a soft, throaty growl before looking at Anna. “Tell him to keep petting.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?” Anna shook her head before looking at Dean. “He said he wants you to keep petting.”

“Well, with fur like this, you don’t have to ask me twice.” Dean winked again, and Castiel suddenly wished he hadn’t turned into a wolf, the ideas floating through his mind. “I am going to check a few more things, and then you should try and get some rest.” Dean pointed to a pet cot that was covered in blankets and pillows. “I think it might smell a little like Tasha, but get in there, it’ll smell like you in no time.” Dean scratched under Castiel’s jowl, causing a happy huff to escape Castiel’s chest.

Anna snorted and brushed her nose. “I’m sorry. This is...” She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “I’m going to go meet up with the Pack. Castiel, behave.”

“I will bite you.” Castiel shot a glare at his sister, who chuckled and turned to walk away. He let out a sigh, well, what constituted as a sigh for a wolf anyway, and looked back up at Dean. While his eyesight was always sharp, it was at its best when he was a wolf, and he took a moment to appreciate Dean’s features.

“You okay there, Cas?” Dean was checking Castiel’s ears, but the way he did it felt like pure joy compared to the tugging and stretching others had done to him. It was like being massaged, and Castiel was grateful that he couldn’t speak. “You almost look like you’re going to fall asleep on me.”

Castiel huffed and shook his head.

“Okay, not going to fall asleep on me. Good to know.” Dean started on the other ear, and Castiel took the chance to rest his head on Dean’s knee. The extra contact between the two was comforting. Castiel briefly hoped that Dean would just keep petting him after he finished checking on him. “You still feeling that weird feeling under your skin, Cas?”

Castiel lifted his head long enough to shake it in the negative before resting it back on Dean’s knee. He wasn’t lying. The feeling wasn’t weird anymore. It felt a tall glass of cold water on a hot day or crawling into a warm bed at the end of a cold night. It felt like finding home.

A brief thought flitted through Castiel’s mind. He remembered the concern of an artificial bond accidentally being built between them, due to Dean draining all his magic to save him. But Castiel brushed it off as quickly as it entered his mind. He didn’t feel bound by magic. While it was comforting to be close to Dean, Castiel refused to attribute it to Dean’s magic. Dean just felt right.

“Earth to Cas. You with me, Space Cadet?” Dean scratched behind Cas’ ear again, eliciting what Castiel would refuse to acknowledge as a purr.

“I need you to go try and get some rest.” Dean pointed at the cot again. “You’re still recovering from the silver in your system, and I’ve got to go check on other patients.”

Castiel whimpered, and Dean playfully rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious, Cas. You can’t come to the other rooms. Plus, the sooner I go do my rounds, the sooner I can come back.”

With a disgruntled snort, Castiel pulled away and crossed over to the cot. Dean had been correct in that there were faint smells of another wolf lying there previously. By his guess, a young female, unpaired, and had been in some kind of non-illness related pain. He looked over to Dean.

“Tasha was hit by a car. She’s fine now. Just needed to set her radius, and her healing factor had her back within a week and a half.” Dean wrote something before putting his pen down and standing up. “Please try and sleep some more, Cas. You and I both know Weres heal faster when they’re calm and resting.”

Castiel whimpered before laying his head down on his paws. Dean was right, but it didn’t mean that Castiel had to like it. He waited until Dean walked away to do his rounds before closing his eyes and drifting off into a mostly peaceful slumber.

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Dean cursed his luck. He had been so willing to let Cas shift because there was a chance for the bond to break. But if anything, when Cas was in his wolf form, Dean found it nearly impossible to keep his hands off of the wolf. The thick black coat matched Cas’ thick dark hair. And the eyes? God, they were the blues eyes Dean had ever seen. He could, and probably would drown in them.

Once Dean had finally been able to convince Cas to go rest in the cot, and he found himself strangely understanding Cas. Not that Cas was speaking, but the gestures, the expressions? Dean was not having a one-sided conversation like he usually did with shifted Weres. There was an insane amount of communication.

As he started his rounds, Dean kept thinking about going back to check on Cas. Something was pulling at him, demanding that he needed to get back to Cas. But Dean knew that Cas was okay. His vitals were fine, he was resting, he was sleeping. Dean stopped between room one and room two. How did Dean know that Cas was sleeping?

He shook his head and entered room two, finding Pamela, one of the town’s legit psychics, curled up on her gurney. The lights were dim, and it sounded like Madison had put on a white noise generator for Pamela. He stepped up to the side of the bed when she rolled over and smiled at him. “Hey there, cutie.”

“Well damn, didn’t think I was too loud. Sorry for waking you.” Dean frowned as he picked up her chart. “How’s the migraine?”

“You didn’t wake me. Your new wolf friend did. He’s thinking too loud.” Pamela smiled. “Think you’ve got enough mojo back to shoot me a little something, Dean?”

“Aww, and here I thought you liked me for my charming personality.” Dean pressed two fingers against Pamela’s temple and sent a small amount of healing through. “That good for now?”

“Of course, sweet cheeks.” Pamela reached up and patted his cheek. “Also, it’s okay to let things grow.” She smiled and rolled back over, falling asleep almost instantly.

Dean shook his head as he left Pamela’s room. Yes, Pamela was psychic. Yes, she read auras and could sort of read minds, whatever it was she called it. But he seriously had no idea what Pamela was talking about when she said it was okay to let things grow. For all he knew, she could be telling him to be okay with Sam growing his hair out long. Dean shuddered at the thought.

Walking down the hall, Dean peaked into room three to see Mildred sitting up in bed, crocheting or knitting. Whatever witchcraft she did with her yarn. “Hiya, Mildred.” He pointed to the craft in her lap. “Whatcha making?”

“A baby blanket for Amy’s kit.” She lifted it up and shook it out, and Dean smiled at the work. “I had her give me some of her fur from her last shed, and I mixed it into the yarn. A little of my magic added, and ta-da! A protection charm for that little dear she’s brought into the world.”

“Look at you. Not even recovering from surgery can hold you back.” Dean gently patted Mildred’s shoulder as he started going over her vitals. “Any pain or discomfort?”

“Nope, but I did feel your magic last night. One of the strongest spells you’ve ever pushed out, Dean.” Mildred shot a look at Dean, and he knew that he was in for a lecture. “You know the rules of being a Healing Witch, Dean. And the last time you tried...”

“Mildred, I love you, you know that. You’re like the grandmother I never wanted.” Dean was grateful that older witch laughed at his joke. “But you also know I’m never going to let an innocent die. Not if I can help it.”

Mildred smiled sadly and took Dean’s hand into hers. “You always were a stubborn student. But always one of my best. I just don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“I know Mildred. I’ll be careful.” Dean pointed up to the clock. “You do know it’s almost one AM, right?”

“All witches do their best work at night, do they not? Also, part of the reason you work the overnights.” Mildred winked before shooing him off. “Go find Maddie and send her to me, please.”

Dean nodded his acknowledgment and walked out of the room. He skipped room four, as no one had come in to fill it, and went to room five. Madison was speaking with Rufus, one of the few non-cryptids that insisted on coming to the Cryptohospital. He said he found it more comforting to be around creatures than humans. Still, Dean secretly believed that Rufus was just some kind of deity.

“Hey, Maddie, sorry to bother, and I can take over if need be, but Mildred is asking for you.”

Rufus waved Madison off and kicked his feet back up on the bed. “She was just checking my vitals like you two bloodsuckers do. No offense to the actual bloodsuckers.”

“Yep, I’m going to run right to Benny and Andrea and Lenore and tell them all about you calling docs and nurses bloodsuckers. Watch how offended they’ll be, old man.” Dean rolled his eyes before stepping back and out of Madison’s way. “Just press the button if you need me. I’ll be at my desk. Drinking my bloody wine cooler.”

“Smartass.”

“Don’t you know it.” Dean closed the door behind him and shrugged as Madison cut him a look. “What? I’ve known him forever. Gotta give him some shit.”

Madison turned and walked down to Mildred’s room as Dean crossed back to his desk. Cas was still asleep in the cot, and it took all of Dean’s willpower to not cross over to the wolf and stroke his fur. He sat back in his chair after grabbing Cas’ chart and kicked his feet up on the desk. He worked on updating it as a howl-like yawn came from his side. Dean turned to see Cas resting his head back on his paws, and the deep blue eyes watching him. “Hey there, Sunshine.” Dean looked up at the clock and wrote down the time on Cas’ chart. “Looks like you got about ninety minutes of rest there.”

Cas pushed himself to his feet and stepped down off of the cot before crossing over to Dean and resting his head on Dean’s thigh.

“Yeah, okay, I get it. You don’t want to sleep anymore.” Dean reached over and started scratching behind Cas’ ear again.

Several hours later, Anna and Gabriel showed back up, smiling at what Dean assumed to be their brother up and moving around. Cas had napped once more, his head practically glued to Dean’s leg, and he had a bit of a second wind when they walked up to the desk.

“Dean, Cas is asking if he can shift back,” Anna spoke up as Cas walked up to her.

“Uh...” Dean hesitated, looking at Cas before looking at Anna and Gabriel. “Let me go get Dr. Vaugier so she can take his vitals.”

Cas whimpered and crossed back over, staring at Dean with his large blue eyes.

“Cas, I think it’s best if Dr. Vaugier does your check-up this time.” Dean froze as Cas growled, and Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Gabe, can you take Castiel back to his room? I’m going to talk to Dean for a moment.” Anna bent down to hug Cas, and shoo him back to his room. From the corner of his eye, Dean watched Madison follow them in, and tilted his head in confusion. “Dean, what happened while I went home to freshen up and catch Gabriel up with what was going on?”

“You know damn well. I know Garth explained to you and your Pack what I did.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“You saved our brother and almost risked your own life. That sounds pretty damn big.” Like earlier, she leaned on the half wall and stared at Dean. “So what’s eating at you?”

“The whole bond thing. I’m trying to make sure it doesn’t form. Or, if it’s already there, it needs to be severed.” Dean ran his hand down his face. “I was eager to let him shift earlier, cause I thought it would erase anything I might have done. But I know that’s not the case. I could...”

Anna turned her head and side-eyed Dean. “You could what, Dean?”

“I knew he was sleeping. Like, I knew when he fell asleep. I knew that I didn’t have to worry about him while I was doing my rounds.” Dean shook his head. “And despite knowing all of that. I needed to be near him. I used my magic on him without his consent, and now he’s probably bound to a half-wit witch.”

“I can’t believe you right now.” Anna pushed herself off the wall and pointed at Dean. “You’d rather cut off a bond then try and nourish it?”

“He didn’t have a choice, Anna.” Dean frowned. “He–”

The door to room six opened and closed, and Madison and Gabriel stepped out, with Madison locking the door.

“Fuck. I need to step away for a few.” Dean tried to stand up but was quickly pushed back down into his chair by Anna. “What the hell?”

“Look, Meg and Gabriel spoke with our Pack’s... I don’t know what the best word to compare to is, but they’re like our magic-user. If the bond isn’t supposed to happen, it won’t. It will fade away naturally. Why cause permanent pain now and make everything awkward, when you can just get to know each other?”

“And if that doesn’t work?” Dean closed his eyes and hung his head. “I think I know a thing or two about how this bond works, Anna. I was born this way, baby.”

Anna glared at Dean. “You did not just quote Lady Gaga at me.” She threw her arms up in protest before walking back to the other side of the desk. “All we’re saying is talk to Castiel. Get to know him. If the magic isn’t meant to be, it won’t stick.” She leaned forward, over the wall. “I could let you in on a little secret.”

“And what secret would that be?” Dean found himself leaning closer to her. “Black fur, like Cas’? It usually means–” Anna was cut off by the door opening and Madison and Gabriel walking into the room. Anna winked and moved to join the pair in checking on Cas.

She didn’t get very far, as Cas came out, wrapped in a robe, and walked down to the nurse’s station. “You are anything but a half-wit, Dean.” Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck and hugged him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Dean watched as Gabriel and Anna walked back down towards them, Madison behind them. He gently pulled out of Cas’ embrace and patted him on the shoulder. “It was nothing, Cas. Just doing my job.”

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Castiel had stared in disbelief when Dean said that he was just doing his job. While he was sure Dean was attentive towards all his patients, he highly doubted that Dean sat there and pet them for hours while they cuddled and used his warmth for comfort.

But when the other nurse, Bess, arrived, Dean practically ran out the door. Anna had explained to Castiel that Dean felt guilty, like he was forcing an unwanted bond on him. If anything, instead of making Castiel want to break the bond, he wanted to get to know Dean more.

So when Dr. Fitzgerald came to officially discharge him several hours before Dean was slated to start his shift, Castiel felt his heart drop. He hadn’t gotten a chance to say goodbye or ask Dean how to contact him. And the hospital sure wasn’t going to give him any of that information.

As he left the hospital, a part of Castiel contemplated leaving something behind for Dean. Something that would show he was actually interested in the witch and not just because of some accidental bond. He knew he’d never hear the end of it from Gabriel or Anna if they caught him doing it. So he did what he thought was the next best thing.

When he went into thank Bess, he pulled her in a little closer and whispered in her ear to have Dean find him. She smiled knowingly and nodded vehemently.

Her enthusiastic response clued in Anna and Gabriel almost immediately. They at least waited until they were in the car Gabriel was borrowing before teasing Castiel relentlessly.

“So, Cassie, did you not actually learn anything from what we warned you about?” Gabriel looked back in the rearview mirror, wagging his eyebrows at his younger brother.

“I learned that Dean is a kind and compassionate soul and that I would like to know him better.” Castiel shot a glare at Gabriel. “He did everything in his power to save me. He went through and took care of all of his charges, and he still took the time to take care of me.” Castiel blushed at the reminder of Dean stroking his fur.

“Leave him alone, Gabe.” Anna looked over her shoulder and smiled at Castiel. “Besides, you remember what Aunt Amara said.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Gabriel grumbled, and Castiel swore he could hear the steering wheel whine under Gabe’s grip. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“What did Aunt Amara say?” Cas tilted his head and started to lean forward before Gabriel snapped at him to sit back and buckle up.

“Basically, that because of your abilities, if the bond isn’t supposed to be there, it’ll fade away after a few days.” Anna shrugged. “I may have tried to mention that to Dean. But he was really upset about using his magic without your permission already. So, I’m pretty sure it went in one ear and out the other.”

Castiel shook his head. “He saved my life with his magic. That what you guys told me. Does he regret saving it?” Castiel frowned. There was no way that Dean would have that kind of feeling, would he?

“Oh, gods no, Cassie. I’m pretty sure your boy toy back there would have drained himself so you could live.” Gabriel looked up at the mirror, his whiskey-gold eyes finding Castiel’s sapphiric-blue. “It’s more regret that he didn’t give you a choice to bond. He takes his magic very seriously. At least that’s what I’ve heard from the other wolf packs.”

“Then why did he call himself a half-wit? He seems like kind of a big name around here.” Castiel frowned.

Gabriel laughed. “Cassie, not all of us are born with your levels of self-confidence.” Anna nodded in agreement, holding in her own laughter. “Sometimes, the roughest diamond is the one that’ll shine brightest of all.”

As Castiel contemplated Gabriel’s words, he felt the car slow down and pull onto a long dirt road. He slightly kicked himself for not paying more attention to the drive, but his mind had truly been stuck on Dean almost the entire time. Castiel stared out the window as Gabe pulled up to a large farmhouse. “What is this place?”

“Welcome to our new homestead, little bro.” Gabe parked the car and hopped out

“Wait, what?” Castiel scrambled out of the car and looked around. “Homestead? I thought they were lending us a place to stay until we can get on our feet?”

“That’s what we thought too.” Gabriel, for once in his life, looked humbled. “I don’t think Naomi could have ever dreamt this up.” Castiel felt his brother throw his arm over his shoulder and start to lead him up to the house. “Long story short, we’re not getting this for free. We’re expected to return this to a working farm.”

“Which, we know we can do,” Anna added. “Inias tested the soil yesterday, and it’s in good shape. We have multiple pack members working on fixing the barn and the house and the stables up.”

“And the other packs have also chipped in too.” Gabriel pointed over to a truck with a livestock trailer attached to it. “Each Pack has sold us, at a discount, a few of their own breeders. “We’ll be able to feed ourselves and have some to return to the community.”

Castiel stared agape at his surroundings. “This is almost like back ho–” He stopped himself and shook his head. Pontiac wasn’t home anymore. Sioux Falls was now home. And if they were staying... “This is better than back there.”

“Hmmm,” Anna hummed. “I wonder why.”

“Go find Meg, and help her with whatever she’s doing, Anna.” Gabriel gave their sister a shove before leading Castiel to the house. “So, this is the main house. Some people will have to share for a bit. However, there’s an older building a little closer to the barn. We’re already talking about refurbishing it into apartments. You know, for people who don’t want to be in the main house or any newcomers to the Pack.” He helped Castiel up the front stairs and into their new home. “However, the one thing we all agreed on was that you do get your own room.”

“What? Why?” Castiel turned and looked in shock at Gabriel as they stopped in front of one of the rooms in the house. “I’m perfectly okay with sharing. Or sleeping on a couch.”

“Well, for starters, you’re still healing. Second, you saved my life, as that shot would have been lethal had it hit me. Third, well...” Gabriel opened the door to the room, exposing a massive library. “It’s not one hundred percent your room, but there’s a closed-off area that’s private, mostly soundproof, and completely yours.” Gabriel led him back to the space and found that he had already been set up with a bed. “I know there’s not as many pillows and blankets as back home, but we’ll get you more as we settle in.”

Castiel climbed up onto the bed and laid down, instantly finding his energy drained. “This is...” He yawned widely and grabbed a pillow. “Thank you.”

“It’s not much Cassie, but thank you.” Gabriel leaned down and gently patted Castiel’s leg. “Get some rest. You’re not going to be able to use the ‘I’m a cripple’ excuse forever.” He turned and walked out of Castiel’s nook, leaving his younger brother to enjoy his space in privacy.

Castiel let out another large yawn that ended in a whimper. He grabbed a few more pillows and pulled them in closer. While he appreciated the gesture from his Pack, the bed was much too large for him alone. They probably thought that he’d still be available for cuddles and whatnot, and wanted to make sure he had a bed to accommodate multiple pack members.

Considering not only the past 48 hours, but the past week and a half or so, he felt far too alone in the large bed. And the only person he thought of to join him in it was Dean. He pulled the pillow close to his chest and closed his eyes.

Castiel pictured the soft smile when Dean was modest. He imagined the bright green eyes sparkling in amusement. He thought of the way Dean called him Cas instead of Castiel. And most of all, he thought of the gentle way Dean ran his hands through his fur.

Dean may have thought that he forced some sort of bond unwillingly on Cas, but Cas knew damn well, that if allowed to know Dean, he’d fall in love all on his own.

…

Dean ran his hand down his face before picking up his mug of coffee and taking a swig. Madison had come home with him that morning, keeping him from sticking around for too long, and she was currently curled up with Sam on the couch, watching the morning news. Dean was trying his best to ignore them, being all cute together, when Sam spoke up.

“So how about the new wolfpack?” Dean wanted to gag as he watched his little brother run his hand through Madison’s hair, tucking it back behind her ear.

“Remember the old Allen Farm?” When Sam nodded, she continued. “We told them to take it at no charge, under the condition they get it back to functioning condition.”

Dean perked up at that piece of information. Cas’ Pack was staying in Sioux Falls?

“Sounds like a plan, but weren’t they on the run? I doubt they have much more than the clothes on their back.”

Madison spoke up after having what sounded like a large chug of her coffee. “Each Pack pulled aside some breeders that we could part with and sold them at a huge discount. Kate’s Pack lent some physical labor, as did mine. Garth’s Pack provided seedlings and starters and used their resources to ward the land from danger.”

“That’s incredible. Like, Benny and I knew that you guys would have no issue with a new pack in town, but... I mean, Maddie, that’s incredible!” Dean pretended to throw up as heard Sam and Madison kiss.

Dean found himself saved by the phone. The ringtone for the hospital went off, and he picked it up. “Hiya Dean, it’s Bess!”

“Bess, everything okay?” Dean looked up to see Madison walk into the kitchen

“Oh yeah, we’re fine.” Dean waved at Madison as Bess continued. “Just wanted you to know that Garth cleared Castiel to leave earlier. He’s under strict orders to come back if he feels any kind of burning, or if his limp doesn’t improve within two weeks.”

“Okay, so why are you calling me?” Dean took another swig of his coffee.

“Castiel wanted you to know he was sorry he missed you.”

Dean felt himself blushing and looked up briefly to see Madison smiling at him. “Thanks, Bess. Is that all?”

“Nope! See you when you come in!” The call disconnected, and Dean stared at the phone for a minute.

“What was so important that Bess had to call, Dean?” Madison leaned up against the doorframe. “And apparently, only you.”

“Uh, Cas was discharged today.” Dean quickly racked his brain for any tips to stop blushing.

“You knew that was a possibility.” Madison jumped slightly as Sam walked up behind her. “So, what was so important that Bess had to call?”

Dean looked at Madison, then looked at Sam and then looked back down at Madison. “Uh, Cas wanted to make sure I knew he said goodbye.”

“You know...” Madison looked up at Sam as a mischievous smile cracked her lips. “I’m fairly certain you remember where the Allen Farm is.”

“Uh, yeah.” Dean nodded.

“Why don’t you go and swing by and do a house check. Sam and Benny can hang out at the hospital for a bit unless they get pulled out on a call. And if you head out now, you have some time before your shift starts.” Madison pushed back against Sam, directing him out of the room.

Dean let out a heavy sigh before draining his coffee. Madison was right. He could easily swing by the Farm. That wouldn’t be weird. He’d be doing it to introduce himself to the rest of the Pack and not just to check in on Cas. Dean wouldn’t be doing it because of some profound bond he accidentally created. Nope. Not at all.

He pushed himself from the table and headed to his room. He quickly got dressed and made sure to throw a clean pair of scrubs in his bag before heading out to the Impala to make the trip over to the Farm.

The drive was relatively quick. Growing up in the area, Dean knew all the backroads and all the shortcuts, and he found himself pulling up to a large mass of Werewolves working. He pulled up in front of the house and shut off Baby’s engine. As he walked up the front stairs, he was met by none other than Gabriel.

“It appears I lost that bet, Dean-O.” Gabriel stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest. “Cassie’s sleeping.”

Dean tried his best to hide his disappointment. “Well, that’s not the only reason I came.”

“But a major part of it.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the pack.”

“Sounds good.” Dean allowed Gabriel to take him by the arm and lead him to the barn. He noticed a fair number of Weres from Madison’s Pack there, assisting in cleaning and repairing. Gabriel took him around, introducing him to so many new faces he could only dream of remembering. Dean also quietly reminded Gabriel of the names of some of Madison’s Pack.

As Gabriel continued leading Dean around the homestead, finding the other members of the Pack - Pack Novak, as Dean came to learn - Gabriel slowly took on the role of an overprotective father.

“How do you know all the Weres in town, Dean?” Gabriel asked after Dean reminded him of probably the 15th name.

“Practically lived here all my life.” Dean shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I know them all personally and in-depth, but I know all their names at least. Besides, my little brother is dating one of the pack leaders. At least I think he got his head out of his ass.”

“And the other creatures in town?”

Dean let out a sigh. “I know almost all of them, Gabriel. I work in the hospital. My brother’s an EMT. We’re both Healing Witches. Who do you think Cryptids come and see?”

“So, you see them outside of your shifts?” Gabriel stopped in front of the stairs to the house and turned to Dean.

“Only for small things. I don’t work twenty-four seven, Gabe. And there are some things that me and Sam can do faster than the hospital.” Dean carded his fingers through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you really getting at?”

“I’m the Patriarch of this Pack. Even if Cas is my brother and not my son, it’s still my duty to watch over him. I’ll be damned if I’ll let any random person try and sweep him off his feet.” Gabriel jabbed a finger at Dean.

“Gabriel!” Cas stood in the doorway to the large farmhouse and glared at his older brother. Dean couldn’t help but smile, seeing the man he had nursed back to health up and walking and just being so... So...

Dean’s mind short-circuited for a moment.

“What, Cassie? I was just going around and introducing Dean to the rest of the Pack. He’d only met me, Meg, and Anna.” Gabe shrugged. “And well, of course, you.”

“And now you’re giving him grief, why?” Cas walked down the stairs, past Gabe, and stood next to Dean.

“Uh, I think you overheard that part.” Gabe stumbled over his words a little before climbing the stairs. “You know, I was going to point out that Dean is a good guy. You kinda just...” Gabe held up the finger he had jabbed Dean with to pause, then pointed over his shoulder. “I should go.”

Cas rolled his eyes and turned to look at Dean. “What are you doing here, really?”

“House call?” Dean looked down at the ground and took a deep breath before meeting Cas’s eyes. “That and I didn’t get to do my own personal check on you to actually clear you.”

“Don’t trust Dr. Garth?” Cas smirked, clearly indicating he was teasing.

“I do, but somethings... Some people, I just need to see with my own eyes. That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

Cas shook his head before reaching for Dean’s hand. He hesitated, and Dean wanted nothing more than to grab Cas’ hand instead. But this needed to be Cas making a move. Cas showing he wanted this. Dean had already screwed up with the magic. Cas just needed to prove it was real.

Dean let out a sigh of relief as Cas looped his fingers into Dean’s. “Is this okay, Dean?” Cas asked, clearly confused.

“It’s awesome, Cas.” Dean smiled. “I just... There’s a lot I’m worried about, a lot I’m unsure about. I know I overstepped some lines, and I just want to make sure that this...” Dean pointed between himself and Cas with his free hand, “that this is done right.”

“Well, then we take it at any pace you need.” Cas gently squeezed Dean’s hand, and he felt a blush run up the back of his neck. “I know you fear that the magic is what’s bringing us together, but I want you to know that it may be connecting us, but it’s not the magic that makes me want to know more about you.”

“You want to get to know me?” Dean felt his heart start beating faster and prayed to any and every deity he knew of that he wasn’t dreaming.

“Pretty sure I just said that, Dean.” Cas’ confused face turned into a hopeful, toothy grin. “Perhaps when I’m off of bed rest, you can show me around town?”

Dean nodded, “That would be fantastic, Cas.”

[breanime]

Give

Here’s a steamy, needy Logan for all of you. Thanks for watching in polite silence as I fawn over Mayans MC!

WARNING: steamy!

*gif not mine*

Your life was a living hell. It was a nightmare, it was worse than worse and almost to the point of being unbearable. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep; your whole world was cold and empty. You tried to remember the good times, when things were right and made sense. You tried to hold on to the memories, tried to remember what it’d been like to be with Logan, to be held by him, to feel his body, warm and welcomed, on yours.

Your memories weren’t enough.

It had been a total of eleven days since you and Logan had been…intimate with one another.

Eleven days, for you and Logan, was shocking—outrageous, even. The idea that the two of you could keep your hands off of each other for over an hour was commendable, but eleven days? That was unheard of. It was unnatural. Logan Delos was a walking, breathing piece of art, and he deserved—neigh, needed to be adored and appreciated as such. You were living with a modern God; his looks alone were cause to stop all other activity and drop to your knees. Plus his sex drive was off the charts high, and you could barely take a step without him pouncing on you like a dog in heat—not that you minded.

Hell, you loved it.

But then you and Logan had gotten into an argument over something stupid—so stupid you didn’t even remember what it was about—and he had declared he was “cutting you off”, and you told him that no, you were cutting him off from sex, and that had been that.

So now you were on a no-sex diet with Logan, and it was a nightmare. You’d wanted to crack immediately; he came to you, all big eyes and pouty lips, and apologized for raising his voice at you, and you’d kissed and made up…and then he’d leaned back, that devilishly handsome, shit-eating grin on his face and said, lips still on yours: “I knew you’d crack first.” And so, of course—you couldn’t. It became a bet: who was gonna crack first? You were sure it wouldn’t be you, and Logan was sure it wouldn’t be him—and eleven days later, you were hornier than a jack rabbit and ready to leave your damn dignity at the door and jump Logan’s bones.

Your brain kept playing a running loop of the last time Logan made you orgasm, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from running to the nearest locked room and giving yourself a release. Except you knew it wouldn’t be worth it: it wouldn’t be Logan. You needed him.

You were ready to say Uncle.

You walked into your shared apartment and threw your bag on the floor.

“Logan!” You called, ripping off your coat. “Baby, you home?” God, you hoped he was home. You weren’t sure you could wait another second without his hands on you. “Logan?” You rounded the corner, approaching you bedroom.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Logan was standing in front of the bed, wearing only a smile.

It was a good look on him.

Your eyes immediately went to the anaconda between his legs, and you felt your mouth water. He was hard as a rock. “H-hey,” you said, swallowing as you spoke, “Hi. Hey. Hi.”

His grin widened, and he approached you, looking like a dream come to life—and he was. “So I was at work, jerking off in my office like I have been the last eleven days thinking about that tight, wet pussy of yours,” he put his hands on your hips as he spoke, his tone casual, “And it occurred to me… I’ve fucked you a lot.”

“Yeah…?”

“But I’ve fucked a lot of other people, too,” he went on.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Okay…”

“And no one even comes close to you,” he finished, pulling you to him again, “The past few days, I’ve been jerking off to the same damn memory of you, and that’s been enough.” He shook his head. “Well, not ‘enough’,” he amended, “Nothing compares to the real thing, baby.” He leaned down, his nose inches from yours. “So you win. I give.” He kissed you, and your toes curled as his mouth moved against yours. You hadn’t had a kiss like this from Logan in days, and you moaned into it. He pulled back, both hands on either side of your face, and gave you another heart-stopping grin. “Baby, I need you.”

“Wow,” you grinned back, giggling when Logan’s hands dropped from your face and went to your clothes, helping you step out of them, “I thought you’d be a sore loser…”

“The only thing sore on me,” he held your hand as you shimmied out of your pants, “is my wrist from all this self-love I’ve been doing lately.”

“Well, maybe I can help with that,” you moved to get on your knees, but Logan stopped you.

“No time,” he said as an explanation, “I need to be inside you, baby.” Not waiting for a response, Logan bent down, picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder. He smacked your bare ass for good measure. “You can suck me off another time.”

You laughed as Logan dropped you onto the bed, your breasts bouncing at the action. “I already called off work for the next two days.”

“Two days?” He crawled over you, making you shiver at his closeness. “That’s not gonna be enough.” You were sitting up, and Logan put his hand on your neck, gently pushing you down onto the mattress. “We got eleven days to make up for, sweetheart.” He kissed you, his tongue sliding into your waiting mouth easily. “You’re not leaving this bed until we make new memories for me to jerk off to…”

You closed your eyes as Logan’s mouth went to your neck, sucking and kissing the skin while one hand went to your breast, fingers playing with your nipple while the other hand went between your legs. You were already wet when he slid two fingers into you. “Fuck,” you sighed out, rolling your hips as Logan fingered you, “I’ve missed this so much…” You kissed the top of his head, tasting the traces of his expensive shampoo against your lips. “What do you need, baby?” You asked, one hand going into his thick hair and the other trailing up and down his bare back, feeling his muscles straining under your touch. “Tell me what you need.”

“I want you to make me beg,” he said into your neck, “Pull my hair, make me remember why it was a dumb decision to try to play sexy chicken with you.”

You grinned. You loved when he begged. More than happy to oblige him, you grabbed a chunk of his hair and tugged, laughing when you heard him gasp in delight. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” you ordered him.

“I want to fuck you,” Logan said, breathless, “I want to eat you out until you cum and lick it all up.” His fingers curled inside of you, and now it was your turn to gasp. “I want to fuck you until I cum,” he went on, teeth grazing your neck, “And then I want to fuck you again, while my cum is still leaking out of you.” He pulled back, and his eyes were almost black as he looked at you, lust clear in his eyes. “I want to fuck you in every position, every inch of this goddamn apartment,” he gasped when your hand left his back and snaked between you, gripping onto his dick, “I want to bury myself in you,” he went on, eyes squeezing shut as your hand moved up and down, “Fuuuuuuck, Y/N…”

You removed your hand from his hair and put it on top of his head, pushing it down gently. “Keep talking.”

“Baby…” Logan sighed, kissing your collarbone. “You’re so perfect.” He sounded like he wanted to say more, but he was too busy sucking your nipple into his mouth to continue his speech.

You put your hand in his hair again, pulling it just like he liked. “What do you want me to do to you, baby?” You asked, staring at the ceiling as Logan moved from your right breast to your left. His mouth was warm and wet, and you felt your nipples getting harder at his attentions. You tugged at his hair again, harder this time, making him pull back from your breast for half a second. “Speak.”

Logan looked up at you, his dark eyes gleaming with mirth. “I want you to sit on my face,” he answered, kissing down to your stomach, “I want you to suck me off until I’m shooting ghost loads,” he nuzzled his nose into your belly button, “I want you to do that thing where your pussy wraps around my cock so sweetly,” he was kissing below your navel now, “I want you to cum on my tongue and then kiss me after.” He had one hand on your waist now, and the other beside him, propping him up as his face hovered above your quivering thighs. His eyes were glimmering as he looked at you, and your chest heaved as you stared back, enthralled. “I love you.”

You smiled back. “I love you, too.”

Logan leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before dipping his head back down and plunging his face between your legs. You gasped out when you felt his mouth on you; Logan always ate you out like he was a starving man, and this time was no different. If anything, this was more intense than usual. You thrust both hands in his hair, pulling harshly as he licked into you. You could feel his beard against your skin, scratching you in all the best ways, and you cried out when his mouth went to your clit. Expertly, he moved so that he could slid two fingers into you as he ate you out, sucking and licking so well that you couldn’t do anything but cry out his name as you came. You shivered against him, legs shaking with the force of your orgasm. Logan, true to his word, licked up every last drop. You heard his voice, low and rough, as you came down.

“So fucking good…” He muttered, kissing the inside of your thigh. “You taste so damn good…”

“Logan,” you sighed weakly, too keyed up to be coy, “Sweetheart…”

“I know,” he smiled, crawling up your body, “I need you, too.” He looked down at you, eyes locked into yours, and you wanted to drown in them. “Kiss me.”

You did. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you wrapped your arms around Logan, pulling him closer to you. He was so warm, his body heavy and firm against yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you could feel him, hot and ready, poking your side. You wanted to tell him to fuck you, wanted to make him beg like he asked, but you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him, couldn’t move away from his sweet, soft lips—but thankfully, you didn’t have to.

He knew what you wanted.

Logan pushed into you with no warning—and you both cried out at the feel of him inside you, stretching you out in the most delicious way. You felt tears in your eyes as he slid all the way in, his hips connecting with yours. You came then; eleven days without Logan was much too much. All you could do was scream out Logan’s name as you came, shaking and pulsating around him. Logan groaned, and you felt him sag against you as he emptied himself into you.

You held onto each other, breathing together in a comfortable silence, floating on a cloud of ecstasy and happiness, and you wondered how the hell you managed to go eleven days without this. Finally, Logan pulled his head up, smiling over at you.

“Gimme a few minutes,” he said, voice husky, “I’m gonna fuck you again. And then your gonna suck my dick,” he kissed you, “and then we’re gonna do it all over again. Aren’t we, sweetheart?”

You nodded, too sensitive to speak.

He laughed, your walking piece of art, and the sound vibrated through you—he was still inside you, and you felt his dick twitch as he kissed you again. “Fuck, baby,” he sighed, his voice turning breathless again, “You feel that? You feel what you do to me?” He leaned down, licking your neck. “God, you’re absurdly tight, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you until neither of us can move anymore.”

“Yes,” you put your head on top of his, closing your eyes as he kissed and licked your neck, leaving hickeys all over you, “Yes, baby…”

He pulled back, dark eyes twinkling as he grinned at you. “Aren’t you glad I said give?” He teased.

You laughed back. Hell yeah you were glad. If Logan hadn’t said give, you wouldn’t have had two back to back orgasms with the promise of many more. If he hadn’t said give, you would have probably combusted into flames from the pure force of your desire—Logan would have, too probably.

You thought about how you wasted eleven days without his touch as he touched you all night long, his hands and mouth all over you, whispering how good you felt and tasted and looked and how much he loved you. You came over and over, shaking and quivering in Logan’s grip. You told him how much you loved him, and how good he was, how amazing he made you feel, leaving no detail unspoken—and when you told him you were just a second away from giving in before he propositioned you…

…he just laughed, and had one thing to say:

“It doesn’t matter who folded first, long as you keep giving me what you got, baby…

…and we’ll call it even.”

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Little Black Book: The One You Trust (M)

Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart.  Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Min Yoongi, the one you trust.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED!

Genre: non idol au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefits

WC: 5.1k

Warning: Yoongi thought OC was a prostitute, oral sex in public restroom, Yoongi oral king (wbk), oral m & f giving and receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (they should’ve known better, please be safe everyone), making of a sex tape

A/N: Completely unedited, as I wrote it between free times I could get, so my deepest apologies for any mistakes made. Hope you enjoy reading it! 💜

I am also reposting this because I changed my tumblr setting, so hopefully this link will work better overall.

Series Masterlist: Little Black Book

You met Yoongi at an upscale bar. It wasn’t the kind of bar you’d willingly go on your own, but it was the bar your boss chose to impress your clients with expensive wine and cigars. Business talk soon turned into something more lewd, and you soon excused yourself from the party.

You chose to sit on the bar counter, purposely choosing the far end where it was much less crowded. You scrolled mindlessly on your phone, nursing your gin and tonic, while waiting for your group to get drunker and drunker, and for when it became your responsibility to ship them home one by one  in taxis.

Yoongi approached you like a cat. Slow, quiet, gaze intense on you. You had caught him out of the corner of your eye, and you instantly liked what you saw. Lithe body clad in all black, jet black hair, feline eyes, and lips pressed into a tight line. He had a mysterious and intimidating aura about him.

He sat himself next to you, then ordered a whiskey. Seeing your half empty glass, he offered to buy you another.

“No thanks,” you shook your head. “I’m good.”

Yoongi glanced at your party. “Your group?”

You nodded. “Yup, gotta make sure they all return home safely later.”

“Ah,” Yoongi let out a dry chuckle. “I see.”

“That was a weird laugh.” You told him, narrowing your eyes.

He looked at you, his sharp features looked considerably softer. “Don’t be mad.”

“It never ends well when you start with that.” You warned him.

“You see,” Yoongi brought your gaze to a group of men and women seated not far from where your party was. “I thought you were one of them.”

One of them. The ‘them’ he referred  to  was a group of scantily clad women, throwing themselves onto the men in suits. It didn’t take a genius to know who those women were.

“Seriously? You thought this,” you pointed up and down your work suit, “equals to that?”

Yoongi looked you in the eye and knew you were teasing him. And you really were. You were intrigued by him. And you were hoping Yoongi could be a fun distraction.

“I’m sorry for assuming,” he apologized, “some men like skimpy dresses, I however, like suits. Obviously I have better taste than they are.” He smirked at the group.

You turned to face him fully, crossing your legs. You smiled inwardly when you caught his eyes dropping down to your skirt, slightly hiked up from your new sitting position. “I still feel very insulted.”

Yoongi rubbed his chin. “Let me make it up to you.” He leaned forward, and the proximity of his face to yours made your heart beat faster. He was a good looking guy, but with the cockiness in his words, his sexiness level was off the charts.

“Let me,” his voice dropped several octaves, sending a rush of warmth to your core, “eat you out. I’ll give you the best oral of your life.”

You felt your body was instantly lit on fire. Keeping your voice steady, you asked him, “What if I’m not satisfied?”

“I’ll give you my number. And you can call me whenever you need to evaluate my tongue technology skills.”

You burst out laughing. You couldn’t believe the balls on this guy.

“I can’t leave them.” You tipped your head at your group.

“I know for a fact the restroom here is clean.”

Your eyes widened. “How often do you do this here?”

Yoongi shrugged. “My first time tonight. I know the rest room is clean because I used it not ten minutes ago. So?” He hopped off his stool, and offered you his hand.

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. Your head still couldn’t believe what was happening, but your core was leaking arousal and you knew which one was making the final decision.

You placed your hand in his, and he smirked. It annoyed you how smug he was, but the way the corner of his lip lifted, it was so sexy. You were done for.

Yoongi led you to one of the  restrooms, he told you the restrooms in the bar were all private so there was no need to worry someone would walk in on you both.

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

Yoongi locked the door. He directed you to lean against the wall. Your hand grabbed the sink next to you for anchor. The way he looked at you was so predatorial. His eyes were sharp and pierced  through yours. The way he licked his lips was like a starved man finally being served his favorite meal.

“I’ve been thinking about how you’d taste since I saw you sitting on that bar all alone.” He looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes. You swallowed. Your throat was suddenly dry. All the liquid in your body was pooling in your panties, you were sure of it.

Yoongi leaned closer to you, pressing your body against the wall. His hands skimmed the hem of your pencil skirt, and looking into your eyes, he slowly inched the material up. His fingers were grazing against your pantyhose, burning your skin through it.

When your skirt was finally bunched up around your waist, you bit your lip to still a whimper, and Yoongi chuckled. His face came even closer to yours, you prepare yourself for the feel of his lips yours.

But he ducked sideways, his mouth aimed at your ear instead. “My name is Yoongi, in case you need to scream it out when you cum on my tongue.”

Your chest heaved and you let out a small moan. His hands had found the waistband of your panties and your pantyhose, but instead of pulling them down- which you were hoping he would, SOON- because you just couldn’t take it anymore- he rubbed against the skin underneath, making you squirm.

He gave you that smug smirk again. And licking his lips, he leaned down to kiss you. Only to be met by your finger. He looked at you quizzically.

“No kissing,” you chided. “You haven’t earned that yet, you smug boy.”

His eyes twinkled at your challenge. “Do I get your name, at least? I’ll spell it with my tongue.” He yanked your panties and pantyhose down. Your knees immediately went jelly, and he chuckled again at your state.

“_______.” You breathed out. He kneeled before you, then helped  you rid of your underclothes to bare yourself to him.

Yoongi hooked your leg over his shoulder. He parted your folds then licked his lips. He could see your sex throbbing, so desperate for a touch.

Keeping his eyes on you, he flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped loudly. Liking your reaction, he flicked your nub again, but this time putting more pressure on it. He started spelling your name on your clit, as he had promised to do, the pressure from his tongue sending your body into a fiery mess and your arousal dripping into his waiting mouth.

“Did I spell it right?” Yoongi pulled back.

“Fuck yeah.” You rested your head on the wall. Your body felt heavy, and you hadn’t even cummed yet.

“Ready to scream my name, babe?”

You looked down to him. His milky white complexion almost made him look angelic, such an irony to the sinful act he was doing to you. You buried your fingers in his hair and tugged softly.

“Less talking and more doing, hmm?” You directed his head to your dripping core.

You felt the vibration from his chuckle against your dewy lips, and you instantly moaned. With his tongue flat against your sex, he started lapping at you. He was encouraged by your moan and from your grip on his hair.

He found that you liked  having his tongue poking into your hole and sliding up and down your slit. He could tell from your moans how you liked his lips wrapped around your clit  and how he slurped up your juice obscenely. He wanted to finger you, to feel your walls around his digits. But he wanted to see how far his tongue could take you. And soon he got an answer.

Your thighs started shaking, and your moans were getting louder. He tongued your entrance, swirling his organ in and around your hole, eagerly exploring it. He groaned when you ground yourself down against his mouth.

“Close, so close,” you panted, “make me cum, please.”

Yoongi gripped your thighs tighter, pressing his face further in, diving deeper into you. His tongue fucked into your cunt mercilessly, while his nose rubbed against your clit. You felt him pushing you harder and up against the wall, as if anchoring you before your free fall into ecstasy.

And the orgasm came in a mad rush, a white hot explosion that burnt your entire body as you convulsed and shook above Yoongi. He continued to tongue you, groaning and moaning at the drizzle of your nectar oozing out, only slowing down once he felt your body going lax. He massaged your thighs, kissing the skin at the junction of your limbs and your pussy tenderly, until you pushed his head away.

Yoongi looked up to you and grinned. You looked so fucked out, and only from this tongue alone.

“You didn’t scream my name, babe.” Yoongi slowly stood up, his face ghosting over yours. “I’m sad.”

“You’ve got to do it again then.” You could smell yourself on him, a mix of your sex with the alcohol he had had before. “Kiss me, Yoongi.”

He crushed his lips into yours, immediately his wicked tongue invaded your mouth. You sucked on it greedily, and smiled when he groaned. He pulled away, his eyes heavy with lust. He moved your body towards the sink, bending you over it, then he spread your legs wide. You gripped onto the porcelain, and turned your head sideways to be met by your own reflection in the mirror.

Yoongi was above you, pushing your hair away from your neck. He kissed and licked it, sending shivers down your spine. Catching your reflection, he nibbled on your earlobe before pointing his tongue into your ear canal. Satisfied at the way your face crunched and the way you moaned underneath him, he stood up and massaged your ass cheeks.

“You look so sinful, _______ .” His fingers were kneading your flesh hard. “Still dripping too, you really like my tongue that much?”

“Yes.” You sobbed your answer. Your legs were shaking again, from the position they were in but also from the anticipation. You felt Yoongi breathing near your cunt, and automatically bucked your hips, but he held you down, rendering you immobile under his grips.

Yoongi gave you a long fat lick, from the clit all the way to the spot between your pussy and your asshole. “Oh Yoongi, that feels good.”

Taking your cue, he repeated the motion; sometimes spending more time teasing your clit, sometimes sucking on your hole, drinking up your juices, sometimes he went a bit higher, testing your reaction when he licked around your puckered hole. Whatever he did, he sent you deeper and deeper into lustful pleasure.

You felt his tongue stabbing into your pussy again, and his nose deliciously close to your other hole. Your moans were encouraging him, and he moved your ass back and forth, making you rut on his mouth. Without taking his mouth off you, Yoongie shuffled up higher until his tongue reached your asshole. With your arousal thick on his tongue, he circled around the hole and gave it little kitten licks. He growled when you wailed at how good it felt, but still, you were not screaming his name yet. So he continued eating your ass, until you became a whimpering mess, He quickly moved back to your pussy, sucking on it harshly and loudly. The slurping sounds his mouth was making were so loud in the restroom, with only your moans drowning them.

“Yoongi, ah… don’t stop..” you begged.

Yoongi went to overdrive. Hearing you moaned out his name spurred him on. He latched onto your clit now, flicking and sucking it, picking up his pace as your breathing got more laboured.

“Yoon… Yoongi..” you chanted his name like a prayer, and you were getting so close to your second orgasm. Yoongi sensed it too, and he continued to work on your clit, determined he would not stop until you cried with pleasure, with his name on your mouth.

With Yoongi’s tongue on your clit, you reached your second orgasm. “Yoongi!” you screamed as heat erupted from your core to the rest of your body. It was more intense than the first one, and you grabbed onto the sink for dear life. Your body was heaving, your thighs closed tightly around Yoongi’s head, and still, his tongue did not let up. You started to drone out, Yoongi’s name still repeatedly leaving your lips.

Yoongi stood up, then pulled you up from the sink, to hug you from behind. You were still recovering from your orgasm, and he wrapped your shaking body with his arms. His lips were all over your neck, kissing you softly as you returned back to earth.

When he felt your breathing had steadied, he asked, “Are you okay?”

You scoffed weakly. “You’re all sweet now you’ve heard me scream your name?”

Yoongi smiled against your hair. “Come home with me.”

You stiffened and pushed yourself out from Yoongi’s arms. Grabbing your pantyhose and your underwear, you asked Yoongi to turn around as you put them back on. Yoongi stayed silent, still waiting for your answer.

Smoothing down your skirt, you moved to the mirror by the sink to ensure you still looked presentable, and not like someone who had just had two orgasms in a public restroom. Yoongi stared at you through the mirror. Do you want to go home with him? God yes, you thought, if he could make you feel that good with his tongue alone, you definitely wanted to find out what the rest of him could do. But, as much as you wanted a warm body next to you, you wanted to make him suffer a bit.

“Give me your number.” You fished your phone out of your purse. Yoongi recited his number.

“I’ll get in touch, okay? And thanks for the two mind blowing orgasms.”

Yoongi laughed, nodded then waved you off. You felt a little bad, so you gave him a long lingering kiss before you exited the restroom.

~~~

Yoongi didn’t have to wait long, as it turned out. Three days after your encounter, you found yourself clocking yet another overtime, and feeling frustrated as hell. You sent him a text.

== [22:15] Hey, it’s _______ . From the bar. What are you doing?

== Yoongi-Bar [22:16] Depends on what you’re doing

== Yoongi- Bar (22:16] Didn’t think you’d contact me tbh

== [22:17] Aw, sorry to keep you waiting. Was wondering if your tongue is up for some workout?

You felt rather nervous seeing three blue dots appearing and disappearing. Was that too forward? It couldn’t be, from the way he approached you that night, this had got to be up his alley.

== Yoongi-Bar [22:19] I’m still at work. But you’re welcome to come (lol). Here’s my address. Text me when you;ve arrived. I’ll come down to get you.

In less than half an hour, you arrived at his office, which turned out to be a music studio. Ten minutes after that, you were on his desk, spread-eagle, with his head between your legs. Less than five minutes after your orgasm, you returned the favor, giving him what he claimed to be the best blowjob of his life. Shortly after midnight, the two of you were eating over-seasoned ramen at a nearby pochajang.

~~~

Your arrangement with Yoongi was a comfortable one. There was definitely lust at first sight between the two of you, but the chemistry started and ended there. You were both too career-minded to even consider a relationship, and so you settled being each other’s booty calls. Funnily enough, a friendship was formed too. You both would vent about your bosses and clients while getting dressed after your mind-blowing fuck sessions, and you sent each other encouraging messages too during stressful times. And most times, those messages included photos of body parts that would send your panties wet or give him uncomfortable hard-ons.

Four months after your first encounter, Yoongi told you he was going on a world tour with his artists. He would be away for six months, jumping from timezone to timezone, so it would be difficult to arrange a time for a regular online hook-ups.

“Yoongi, I’m pretty sure you can find someone during your tour stops.”

“I don’t want random women though. I’m comfortable with you. And safe.” He nearly whined.

“I can draft up an NDA if you’re worried about them going to some tabloids or something.”

He leaned back in his chair. “No. I don’t want that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, what do you want, then?”

“Let’s make a sex tape.”

You burst out laughing at Yoongi’s suggestion, but you immediately stopped when you saw the look on his face. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he nodded thoughtfully, “watching it would help me jerk off and therefore it would be relaxing, and we wouldn’t have to constantly figure out the time difference…. “

“Well what’s in it for me?” You cut off his lame reasonings.

“The satisfaction that the country’s most successful music producer is jacking off to you.”

“Most successful, huh?”

“Babe, I’ll be at the top before you know it.” You sometimes forgot what a smug bastard he was.

You thought about it. You were not going to lie that the idea of making a sex tape with Yoongi was making you extremely excited. And the thought of him touching himself while watching himself and you, well it was fucking hot. And most importantly, you trusted him, you really did. If you were ever to document your sexual acts, Yoongi was the best person to do it with in your books.

“Our faces cannot be visible.” You set out your terms. “And we’d have to do it where no one would trace it back to your place or mine.”

Yoongi nodded.

“And you’d have to keep it somewhere safe. Not in some cloud or wherever that can be hacked.”

Yoongi tapped his hard-drive. “It’d stay with my unpublished songs.” The safest place indeed, he guarded those works with his life.

“OK, when should we do it?”

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You decided to film your sex tape a week before Yoongi left. Yoongi was setting up the camera in the hotel room you had booked. Once done, he rehearsed the positions you both would be doing to ensure none of your faces would be visible.

“Fuck Yoongi, you’re really setting the mood right now! Can we just start? It’s been half an hour!” You threw yourself on the bed.

Yoongi muttered. “Fine, fine, we’ll edit it or something later. Come on babe, lie there, in the middle.”

You positioned yourself in the space where Yoongi had pointed. You were already naked, and you watched Yoongi undress. “Remember, don’t scream my name no matter how much you want to.” He warned.

“Min Yoongi, just fucking start.”

Yoongi chuckled as he pressed the record button. Then with his back to the camera, he climbed onto the bed. Spreading your legs, he made himself comfortable between them. Your hands immediately went to his hair; he loved having his hair tugged and pulled when he went down on you.

He knew what you loved too. He knew you loved it when he spread your lips apart, exposing your sex  to him. When he licked up and down your slit like he was savoring a melting ice cream cone. When he inserted a finger to tease your hole after he got you all soaked and dripping. When he inserted a second finger as he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked on it. When he moved his body up to lie on top of yours, to kiss you and give you a taste of yourself while his fingers were pumping you.

And when he pushed in a third finger, you moaned into his mouth, which sent him grinding his hips against yours. His free hand grabbed your breast, massaging it before his fingers pinched and tugged your nipple. He broke the kiss, and he rose up to look at you.

“So sexy babe.” He whispered to you. You closed your eyes, sighing contentedly and enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. Yoongi made his way back down, kissing and sucking both your nipples, before his head was between your legs again.

His fingers were covered in your slick; you had gotten so wet and he could feel your walls pulsating around his fingers. His mouth went back to your clit as he curled his fingers in you. You arched your back, biting your lip for you nearly moaned out his name. Yoongi felt the pressure building in you, so he licked and sucked your clit harder while his fingers were stretching your cunt.

Your grip in Yoongi’s hair was getting tighter as you were getting closer to your release. He recognised the signal, familiar with your body by now, and he sped up his movements. He groaned into your pussy, encouraging you to let go and fall into your climax.

You came, with your legs shaking and sandwiching Yoongi’s head, and your back arched, your stiff nipples pointing to the ceiling. Yoongi let go of your clit, but he kept his fingers moving in and out of you at a slower pace. Kissing your way up, he nuzzled your neck, waiting for you to come down from your high. You blinked a few times and swallowed to wet your dry throat.

“Want me to suck you?” You asked softly. Yoongi shook his head.  He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your arousal on his cock, lubricating it.

“I wanna fuck you now.” He got on his knees and grabbed your legs to push them back towards your chest.

This was his favorite position; it gave him a clear view of his cock sliding into your pussy and of your boobs bouncing as he pounded into you. You grabbed the back of your knees, opening yourself to him, and he guided his hard cock to enter your cunt.

You gasped softly as you felt the head breached your entrance. Despite his fingers having stretched you, your pussy still fought against the intrusion. Yoongi watched your face as he continued to push himself in. Your face contorted as he bottomed out in you, and he grinded on you to push himself deeper.

You moaned loudly at the pressure on your lower abdomen. It felt too full, but you whined when Yoongi pulled back. It was too empty, but not for long, as he slammed his cock back into you. He started to piston hard and fast, battering your pussy.

You pulled your knees back further until they were next to your bouncing tits. Yoongi groaned at the new angle and you sobbed over how your cunt was being impaled over and over.

Yoongi leaned further down, resting his forehead on yours, and your pants and moans were mixed together. His cock was jackhammering at a maddening pace, and his balls were slapping against your ass. The sounds of skin slapping against skin were deafening, along with the wanton slick noises of his cock plunging into your pussy like an erotic juicer.

“I want to suck you.” You declared between pants. “I want your cum in my mouth, babe.”

Yoongi growled and rammed his cock in, keeping it fully sheathed in you. You then wrapped your arms around each other, and keeping your heads down, he flipped you over so that you were on top. You pulled yourself off Yoongi’s cock, and you both whined at the action.

You left trails of kisses down Yoongi’s body, from his mouth, to his chin, his neck, chest, abdomen till you met his cock, still glossy and covered in your arousal. You positioned your body so that your ass was sticking up and your legs slightly spread to give a peak of your swollen pussy, hoping it would be smack centre in the frame of the video.

You licked the head of Yoongi’s cock like a lollipop, enjoying the taste of his precum mixed with your own juices. You stuck your tongue out to lap around the head while your hands cradled his balls. Then you licked up and down his shaft, replacing the liquid from your pussy with your own saliva.

“Oh fuck, don’t tease, babe.”

Humming, you wrapped your lips tightly around the head of his cock, and then slowly moved down to take him in. You felt his hips buck, and you immediately relaxed your throat to take as much of him as you could. When your nose bumped against the thin trail of hair on his skin, you flattened your tongue on his shaft and you started to bob your head up and down.

You glanced up to see Yoongi’s chest falling  and rising sharply. You tightened your lips around him some more and you picked up your pace, hungry and greedy for his cum, but also being even more aroused by his moans and the thought of him watching this video you were taping later on when he was away.

So, keeping one hand on his balls, your other reaches down between your legs to rub your clit. Still feeling sensitive, you moaned at your own touch against his cock. You felt him jerk again, his cock twitched in your mouth. You rubbed your clit faster, knowing the vibrations from your moans were adding an extra sensation for Yoongi.

“Babe, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Yoongi warned as he grabbed your head, pressing it down on him. You closed your eyes and took him in, you felt spurts of his cum spraying into your throat, and you rubbed and pressed on your clit relentlessly, driving yourself towards your own release.

Once Yoongi’s cock had  gone soft and your own heart beat returned to normal, you dragged yourself back up and laid yourself on top of Yoongi.

“Stay down,” he whispered, “I gotta turn off the camera.”

Yoongi stood up, still careful to ensure his face was not in the frame, and stopped the recording. He went back to bed with the camera.

“You wanna watch?���

You nodded. Yoongi pulled you up so you sat in front of him, your back to his chest. Your heart started beating fast again.

Yoongi pressed play, and you both giggled a bit in embarrassment when your naked bodies came into frame. Embarrassment soon turned into excitement, however,  and Yoongi swiftly put your legs over his, and held them open as his free hand zeroed in on your pussy.

“Wet again.” He commented as he ran his finger along your slit.

You felt a growing erection behind you. You reached back to stroke it. “Hard again.”

“What time is check out tomorrow?” He nibbled your ear.

“Ahh,” you moaned. “I requested for a late check out.” You squeezed his cock.

“Mmmh,” he groaned. “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, babe.”

You sighed lustfully as you felt his finger going back into your pussy.

“Worth it.”

—-

Today

You stop the video right before Yoongi in the tape starts cumming. You haven’t watched this video in a while, and you realise that watching it doesn’t elicit any reactions now, unlike before.

You sigh wistfully. You miss Yoongi. You miss hanging out with him, as friends. He’s been back from the tour for a few months now, and he has indeed become one of- if not the most- sought after producer, just as he promised he would be.

You have stayed in touch when he was away. Mostly through texts, teasing each other with r-rates photos, and he also shared his feelings over the world tour and the wonders he experienced watching thousands of foreign fans singing along to his songs. You were proud of him.

Somehow he also remembered all your important court dates and the clients who were driving you nuts, and he made sure you got enough encouragement to push through. You were grateful for his support.

He called you a few times once he had returned, and as much as you want to see him, you have been putting him on the back burner as you navigate your relationship with your new boyfriend. You realise it is about time you break the news to Yoongi- he’s not just a mere fuck-buddy to you, he’s become your friend. He deserves to know.

You dial his number, and after a few rings, he answers.

“Hey _______ ,” he drawls, “what’s up.”

“Hey Yoon. How are you doing?”

“Busy, still in the studio.” You glance at your clock. Eleven pm. Nothing has changed. “Wanna come over?”

You smile into the phone. “Sorry Yoon, I don’t think I can come over anymore.”

“Oh.”

“I’m seeing someone, like seriously.” You try to explain.

“Well, that’s good. I’m happy for you.” He sounds sincere. “He must be someone special.”

“Thanks. He is.”

Silence falls between you. It isn’t awkward, and you can imagine him smiling softly at the other hand.

“Uh, I’d still like us to hang out though, as friends.” You offer.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

You’re smiling from ear to ear. “Great. Maybe I can introduce you to him too.”

He chortles. “Seriously? You think that’s a good idea?”

“Well you’re my friend!”

“A friend who filmed a sex tape with you.”

You purse your lips. “Well he doesn’t need to know about that. Do you still have it by the way?”

“Yeah, I don’t watch it as often as I thought I would though.” He laughs. “Tour and work sucks out all my energy.”

You laugh along with him. “What a shame.”

“I will delete it, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

You surprise yourself when you shake your head and reject his suggestion hastily. “No, no, you don’t have to.”

“______, are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you answer with conviction. “Consider it as a fuck buddy parting gift.”

Yoongi laughs again. “Kinda feel you trust me too much, babe.”

“Ah Yoongi-ah,” you giggle. “I’ve always trusted you, don’t you know that?”

Originally published 20012021

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Joint Effort (baon)

Summary: Jeff is getting back on his feet and that’s pretty nice. He’s not so sure about Red and Sans’s version of helping, though.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationship, Humor, Marijuana Usage

Notes: I’m getting my timeline a little scattered, but man did I need something funny and cute.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Staying in New New Home was nice.

Honestly, one of the nicest places Jeff ever lived and there was something about knowing that if he went outside for a walk at least one person was bound to wave at him, and if it was a skeleton or a Bun or even a Moldsmal, it was, well. It was nice.

Not that Jeff was walking that much, he was only just back on his feet. Blue spent a decent amount of time this morning scolding him not to overdo it, doublechecked that he had his phone and that he’d call if he needed to, and gave him a sack lunch before shooing him out the door.

Maybe it was a little overkill for a walk over to Stretch’s house, but the kindness of it made a warm glow settle in Jeff’s middle and that was a nice change from the itch of his healing stitches. It reminded him a bit of how it felt for Stretch to pull his soul out, but that memory was blurred through pain medicine. Maybe someday he could persuade Stretch to do it again, just to compare his memory to reality. But not today.

Today they were hanging out to celebrate Jeff’s return to being upright. Stretch seemed all for the bag lunch anyway, promptly stealing it and now they were sitting in the backyard together sharing the chocolate chip cookies while the nice, healthy sandwich on wheat sat wilting in the heat, sad and ignored.

The chickens wandered around the yard, occasionally inspecting their feet for possible goodies. This was nice, too, sitting in comfortable silence with a friend, sharing snacks and company.

“hey, you two.”

Swallowing back a yelp, Jeff whipped around to see Sans and Red standing behind them, lounging back against the large tree. He didn’t really know either of them well, Sans a bit better of the two since he’d helped out with the lab work that one time. But the matching grins on their faces filled him with a sense of foreboding.

Stretch seemed to agree. He slouched even more in his chair, rolling his eye lights as he reached out lazily to snuff his cigarette out in the nearby ashtray. “hey, you two back. what do you want?”

“aww, that ain’t nice, honey bun,” Red shook his head sadly. “maybe we just came to visit you and your little feathery dinosaurs for andy’s first real outing.”

“maybe. except every time you come over you have an agenda, short stack, and it better not be trying to sneak in more of your spy shit.”

“i’m here, too,” Sans pointed out. “what’s the agenda, do i need to take notes? got a pen i can borrow?”

“like you’d do anything he says? i know you, you have your own shit planned. better not let him be rubbing off on you and you can skip all the puns around that, i’ve already thought of all the good ones and the statute of limitations isn’t up.”

“rubbing ‘em out as we speak,” Sans said solemnly. “now, if you’re through your daily quota of paranoia, we brought you both a gift.”

“you can’t have any cookies.”

“we ain’t after the fucking cookies. besides the blueberry would hand some over himself if we asked and you know it.” Red nudged Sans ungently and got a sharp elbow to the ribs for his trouble. “show ‘em.”

With theatrical flare, Sans reached into his hoodie pocket and withdrew what to Jeff’s inexperienced eye looked like a joint. “ta fucking da.”

From Stretch’s brutally unimpressed expression, he probably wasn’t very excited. “seriously?”

“c’mon, please?” Sans wheedled, hands clasped together in a pantomime of pleading. “we haven’t smoked since you hooked your anchor to the edgelord.”

“yeah, because the last time my brother was ready to commit a couple murders over what we did to his sofa.”

“he got a new one! besides, can’t burn any of the good furniture if we stay out here. it’ll be fun! andy, talk to him.”

Jeff froze, looking between the twin earnestly pleading expressions (it was oddly disturbing on Red’s face) and Stretch’s skeptical one. “Um. I don’t mind if you guys want to?”

“don’t go into infomercials, kid, you ain’t so good at the ringing endorsements,” Red said dryly. “c’mon, i doubledchecked, it won’t interact bad with your meds.”

“ixnay,” Sans hissed. Stretch only sighed.

“of course you did, you shit. you know, i need to stop bitching about my brother being controlling because you’re valedictorian with an advanced degree in meddling.”

“yeah, yeah, me and those kids with the dog,” Red waved that away. ”c’mon, we could all use some chill. either smoke with us, or sansy and i’ll go back to my place and do it there.”

“give me that,” Stretch said irritably, reaching for the roll. Sans let him pluck it away. He flicked his lighter and held it to the end until it kindled, inhaling deeply. Breathed out a cloud of smoke with a faint cough, “at least if you’re here i can keep an eye on you.”

“oh, yeah, you’re great as adult supervision. i feel safer already.” Sans took it back when Stretch held it out, taking a hit of his own. He held it out to Jeff, “give this a try, andy.”

“Um, that’s okay?” Jeff said meekly. “I tried it in college, it doesn’t do much for me. I don’t want to waste it.”

“can’t hurt to take a hit then,” Red said reasonably. “give it a try. what could wrong?”

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“He is hot as hell, though, right?” Jeff slurred out, blinking up dazedly at the bright blue of the sky.

The path of his descent to laying on the grass was only a little convoluted. Starting with his feet being suddenly too hot, so he kicked off his shoes and the grass felt so good on his bare feet he decided that laying on it would feel even better. It did, all cool, faintly prickly glory and that mingled with sweet relaxation lapping over him was a hell of a lot better than simply nice.

He was pretty sure one of the chickens was trying to preen his hair. He damn well hoped it was a chicken.

“the edgelord?” Came from next to him where Sans had joined in on his magnificent quest to the grass. Red and Stretch were occupying their own section of the lawn, solidifying it as a common goal. Sans didn’t wait for Jeff to reply, only added with lazy fervor, “fuck, yeah, he is.”

Okay, so, all of them ending up on the grass was a path Jeff could chart. This topic of conversation, not so much.

After passing the joint a couple times, —and Jeff was pretty sure he hadn’t meant to take more than one hit— the rest of the cookies had fallen quickly to their ravenous appetite. So had the sandwich and the little baggie of chisps, and somewhere in there Stretch was lamenting that Edge wasn’t home to bring them more snacks. Sans made some comment about Edge being a snack, and then—

Jeff wasn’t entirely sure what qualified as attractive to Monsters, but from his own observations of others around them, he was pretty sure when they were handing out the sexy, Edge went back for a second helping. Didn’t hurt to ask though, right?

From somewhere around his bare feet, Jeff felt the grass stir, then a bony finger poked the sole of his foot hard enough to make him yelp. “are you two discussing how hot my husband is without me?”

“nah, you’re sitting right there.”

“i didn’t think so,” Stretch sniffed. “yeah, he’s really hot, isn’t he. fuck, when he wears those jeans—“

“yeah, and those boots of his—“

“And that belt? Kind of, you know, draws the eyes down, yeah?”

The sound that came from Jeff’s left made him frown, trying to turn his wobbly head that way to see how a wounded animal managed to get into Stretch’s backyard. But the only thing there was Red and rather than enjoying the feel of the grass, he looked like he might be attempting to bite out a chunk of the ground.

“can we please not talk about how hot my baby bro is?” Red said, and wow. Jeff never took him for the begging type. “let’s talk about how hot someone else’s honey is. you!”

Jeff froze when Red pointed at him accusingly.

“Me? Oh! Oh, yeah, Antwan is hot,” Jeff agreed eagerly, sighing happily as his mental picture of Edge was overlaid with Antwan. Both of them obviously took far more than their fair share of sexy on their buffet plates, letting it spill over onto everything else like salad dressing seeping into the mac and cheese. Hmmm, maybe he could keep them on his thought player side by side, Edge and Antwan—

His introspection was interrupted by a loud scoff from Red. “we know he’s hot, we can see. how is he in the sack, now, that’s a real question.”

“Um.” There were many answers to that question in varying stages of pornographic, each battling with his dwindling common sense to be said first.

“you can’t ask him that!” Stretch scolded and gave Red a rough shove with his own bony bare foot. Jeff’s swelling relief at being rescued was immediately punctured as he went on. “i’m his best friend, i get to ask. how is he in the sack?”

“Uhmm…he’s…good?” Jeff tried but as answers went, no one seemed very satisfied with it. ”Really good?”

“that’s how you describe a mediocre summer action flick, not getting laid,” Red complained.

“don’t pick on him!” Stretch said, loyal even in his disappointment. “don’t feel bad, andy, edge is good in the sack, too.”

“doesn’t anyone want to know how good my boyfriend is in the sack?” Sans asked.

“no!”

“you ain’t even got a boyfriend, you shit.”

“Yeah, okay. Is he hot?”

Before Sans could answer, a pair of boots came up beside Jeff’s head. He stared in awe at the glory of them. They were nice boots, familiar boots, and Jeff reached out to rub a thumb over the dark, shiny leather. To his disappointment, they moved out of his reach and Jeff sighed sadly, absently looking up the long, long legs, up, up…oh.

Edge was looking down at them, arms crossed over his chest and that look should be patented under Severely Disappointed.

“What are you idiots doing?” It was a question, but Jeff had his suspicions that Edge already knew.

“babe!” Stretch said gleefully and made an attempt to sit up. It failed somewhere around the point of pushing up on his elbows and he sank back to the grass. “you’re home! we’re just…uh…” That laser of disapproval looked like it cut through the cloud of his high and dawning realization washed over Stretch’s face. He made a hasty attempt to change tactics. “hey. uh. love you?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“which one will make you less mad?”

“Neither, brat.” But he moved to kneel next to him, a gloved hand gently smoothing over Stretch’s skull. He made a happy little sound, not unlike the chickens, and leaned into that touch. “I’m not angry. You seem relaxed.”

“yeah,” Stretch sighed. The way he tipped his head into Edge’s petting made Jeff unsuccessfully stifle a giggle. “and we kept it outside!”

“Smoking anything in my house is unwise,” Edge agreed.

Sans leaned up with marginally more success than Stretch, holding up the joint. “you want a hit?”

“No, thank you,” Edge said dryly. “Try not to light anything on fire this time. Do you all want a snack?”

From his wince, they were maybe a little too enthusiastic with their response. But Edge only nodded, his thumb skirting over the curve of Stretch‘s skull a last time before he climbed back to his feet, and Jeff watched in bemusement as both Stretch and Sans lifted their heads to watch Edge walk away.

Or at least Sans tried. For some reason his head dropped back to the grass with a muttered, “ouch! stop it asshole, i ain’t lookin’!”

The door closed and Jeff whispered as softly as he could to Stretch. “I thought he’d be mad.”

Apparently, his whispers were currently set to high. Stretch only flapped a hand vaguely at the house. “nah, he’s cool. also, he can hear you, he opened the kitchen window. gotta be a mamma bear.”

Sans’s voice managed to be somehow vague and still rich with his own brand of disappointment. “aww, so we have to stop talking about how hot he is?”

The loud sound of dishes crashing made a round of wincing go through them all.

Stretch waited for the last of the clatter to fade. “only if you want something to eat.”

“i’ll think about it…ouch! okay, okay, i’m done!”

Jeff shook his head when Sans held out the joint to him again. Whatever snack Edge was making, he wanted some, too, and if the price was ending any chatter about how hot Edge was, eh.

Better to not take the chance.

-finis-

[maedarakat]

Write a Tuffnut/Dagur where they are both using each other as a substitute for who they really want

Ayyy you know how to hurt me good babe. You know how to hurt me real good.  ❤️💔❤️

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Wanting

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This was supposed to have all been for Mala. Or so Dagur had managed to convince himself.

He laid half awake on the makeshift bed of furs, staring up at the cavern ceiling as creeping dawn illuminated all the craggy edges it could reach. It was a hideout Tuff had found during yesterday’s freak windstorm, and he’d been just as willing to find a second shelter in Dagur’s lonely embrace as they waited it out.

Braids of soft flaxen hair that smelled faintly of mushrooms lay spread across Dagur’s broad chest like wandering vines. Tuff was nestled against his side, snoring gently, his long legs tangled firmly with the wayward king’s.

Dagur knew it was pointless to come up with an excuse for his absence from Mala’s bed; she was scarcely in it herself since Caldera Cay’s new alliance with the Wing Maidens. Besides, it wasn’t that farfetched to assume she didn’t care. Mala had been coldly indifferent to him long before Tuff had entered the equation.

And while that stung a bit, Dagur had to admit to himself it wasn’t the worst of it. Yes, he was stuck in an unhappy marriage - so unhappy he was cheating - and that alone was horrible of him. Yet all his brain could seem to gnaw on and pitch a fit about? Was the fact he was cheating on Mala with the wrong person.

The flaxen hair, while beautiful in its own way, should have been deep reddish brown. Those gray stormy eyes looking up in wary adoration should have been the same wary vibrant green that had always made Dagur catch his breath and suppress the need to punch the nearest wall. Or henchman, or whatever.

But it wasn’t Hiccup who had answered the letter. Honestly, Dagur wasn’t sure if Hiccup had even read it, before Tuff had arrived in his stead, promising to help with his and Mala’s marriage problems.

Boynut’s logic was sound enough; he and his twin sister had gotten Dagur and Mala together in the first place, so it stood to reason that he could fix whatever was wrong between them.

In all fairness, Tuff had earnestly tried to help fix things. He’d set up picnics, entertainment, personal spa days, dragon flights by moonlight, candlelight serenades - in fact, everything the twin had set up to help impress Mala was miles more romantic than Dagur had ever thought of.

Sadly, all that creativity and hard work had been for nothing, though the blame for that didn’t rest anywhere on Boynut’s thin, lightly freckled shoulders. Dagur was fairly certain it was his own fault all their dates went south, ruining even the most foolproof plan with snide commentary or by launching bitter defenses when Mala opened with any criticism.

At least Tuff had never acted disappointed about it. It was a small blessing; Dagur felt wretched enough to be using Tuffnut like this - as a mere placeholder between what he had and what he really wanted. He’d almost feel better if Tuff cursed him out for wasting his time and resources, instead of reacting with endless patience and reassurances after every failed date.

Hiccup would have yelled at him by now, Dagur reasoned. Hiccup probably would have yelled and maybe even punched him, and Dagur would have deserved it and it probably would have made him get his act together and do better to make Mala happy with him.

In the same breath, Hiccup certainly never would have kissed him back that first night, or cupped his face and told him it was okay and natural to need love in a loveless marriage - no matter how badly Dagur would have wanted him to.

He closed his eyes and glanced again at Tuff’s face, wishing he could just enjoy this and stop comparing all the little things about Boynut that weren’t Hiccupy enough.

The morning light had hit Tuff’s eyes unkindly, and he murmured in protest, curling to hide his face against Dagur’s shoulder. It was adorable, but Dagur just watched, feeling guilty at the lack of urge to stroke his cheek or pull him closer.

He simply let Tuff lay in the crook of his embrace, unwilling to do any action that might either drive him away or confuse him further than he undoubtedly already had.

Tuff finally opened his eyes and sat up to stretch, arching his back so that Dagur could hear the slight pop and crackle of vertebrae shifting back into its rightful shape. The actions caused Tuffnut’s tunic to ride up, showcasing off a circular bite mark on his hip and bruises in varying stages of healing.

Honestly it was incredibly sexy - or it would have been if not for Dagur’s absolute mess of a brain. 

Right now for instance, it was stating that Tuff’s freckles were too close together and too faint against his skin, like tiny dunes in the beach sand rather than the gorgeous dark and medium points of color that decorated Hiccup’s body. (He’d gone swimming with Hiccup exactly once, but once had been all Dagur needed to map him like a star chart.)

This had not been the first time he and Tuff woken up in this cavern, nor together in the same bed anywhere else. 

It was unfortunately also not the first time Dagur had been unable to enjoy it.

“You good?” Dagur heard himself asking, voice ashamed and sullen. He hated that about himself right now too; that he kept taking from Tuff what he could never return.

Tuffnut beamed at him. “Sore, but that’s okay. I like it. How about you?” Tuff poked a Dagur’s chest, but lightly. “You look like you could use some tenderness and care. Today is probably going to be windy and wet again, so we can stay indoors. If you want, I could give you a massage?”

He was so kind and helpful. And to be fair, quite efficient at giving massages. Dagur shook his head, fighting back the words that wanted to spill out unchecked.

“Boynut …” he sighed. “I can’t do this anymore.”

A brief flash of alarm shadowed Tuff’s expression, but he smiled through it. “Dagur, it’s okay. Well, no, technically it’s not okay because you’re married, but part of being married means you are both trusting each other to meet each other’s needs. You’re supposed to be getting affection and support and human touch from each other, right?”

Dagur nodded, feeling vaguely sick.

“And right now, nobody is meeting your needs, so you’re … well, out-sourcing. With me. Until you and Mala figure out that you love each other beyond puppy love and can do for each other what you’re supposed to be doing to make this marriage a good one.”

“Boynut -“

“Tuffnut,” the blond corrected tensely, seemingly before he could stop himself. There was a brittle edge to his voice. Dagur paused, looking at him. 

Tuff’s grey eyes were focused on him and it made the Berserker almost feel giddy to know he’d captured something even Hiccup could never hope to: a Thorston Twin’s full attention.

He thought for a moment. Maybe he could end this without hurting Tuff, if he applied logic carefully.

“ … what about Mala’s needs? Who’s tending to hers while I’m getting mine with you?” Dagur asked.

Tuffnut scoffed something under his breath, crossing his arms. He didn’t quite catch it; it was either a type of Spanish dish or somebody’s name. Dagur wasn’t thrilled to discover the possibility of the latter didn’t hurt like he thought it might have. Not anymore.

Dagur took a breath, let it out, and tried once again.

“What about you, then?”

The blond looked up, expression one of shock. “Sorry, what?”

“How am I meeting your needs? Is this what you want, Tuff?”

“I mean … I know I’m not your first choice,” Tuffnut muttered, looking away. Dagur winced, but didn’t bother to lie. 

Of course Tuff would know that. He’d honestly never understood how anyone could ever think the twins were stupid.

“Still, I never thought I’d be a second … or third … or even last choice. For you, or anyone.”

The admission only gave the knife in Dagur’s heart an extra twist. “Don’t … Don’t think that about yourself. Come on, Tuff, you deserve way better than this.”

Tuff scoffed lightly. “Yeah? Well I think you do too,” he murmured. “If I can’t be who you want, I can at least be here when he can’t. You need someone. I can be someone to you, can’t I? Even if I’m the wrong someone, I can at least try to be better than nobody at all.”

His voice broke on the last word, but the frail smile was more beautiful than it had ever seemed before.

Dagur’s eyes widened with surprise and then softened. He didn’t know what to say. All this time, he’d been completely blind, hadn’t he? 

Wordlessly, unthinkingly for once - Dagur reached his arms out for him.

Tuffnut obeyed.

[almondmilkcleanser]

DO IT FOR THE BAG - CHAPTER 77

It wasn't no more than 1.5 seconds that I came into the house after my daddy pulled out of the driveway that Jamie was out of her room and standing in the doorway with her arms crossed in concern. It wasn't the concern of me being hurt, but that kind of concern that leaves someone on their toes till that sense of relief is received.

"Well?" she looked me over one time before taking one cautious step forward as I came in the house.

"Well-" I added a little bit more suspense before sucked her teeth.

C'mon bitch, stop playing! Y'all okay or what?" she propped her hand on her hip this time, her lip turned up in a pout.

Without saying too much, I intentionally pushed some hair from around my neck to not only flash the pink diamond Mila-Crown prong illusion tennis bracelet my daddy gave me, but the matching necklace at that.

Jamie's eyes got big and the gasp that escaped her lips was nothing but audible.

"Yeah, we good. For now."

"Ouuu bitch, I'm so happy for you! Come in the room, I just ordered some pizza and the plug bout to drop off some shit."

Oh, sweet fucking relief "You fuckin' read my mind. I-"

Before I could even finish my statement, my phone had buzzed and Blu name had popped up. My nose wrinkled like I just passed a hot-doodoo ass bathroom when I pulled the banner downward to open his message.

Baby girl you bout to have me pull up while you at Jamie house so you can sit on this dick. I'm sure Jamie won't mind. Bear bout to bring that goof shit so she gon' be too high to even notice you out slobbing on a nigga dick.

That was one message.

Fuck it, imma be there at 1045 sharp. Make sure you got on a dress and no panties, baby girl.

I could feel my stomach drop to my toes and my pussy clench from the inside out. You just don't know how badly I wanted to screenshot all this shit and send it to Cut so he could be done with this nigga but I ain't even hear from Cut all day. That shit had me and my pussy in my feelings. And considering whern me and my daddy kicked it, he basically put me up on game and it made me think of the shit Diamond was shouting in the restaurant.

He going to trick your ass just like he did me and his other bitches, just you watch!

It made my stomach churn, and the more I started to line up the dots about the fact that my mama had shot his uncle who was a big shot in these streets, it made me feel all the more worrisome. I figured if all these stars were about to align and come crashing down on me, I might as well get mine before I get got. Money and dick included. And if I gotta take Blu big dick I want to be kissing Pluto too, shit.

I closed out the message, stuffed my phone back in my pocket and looked back at Jamie with a reassuring smile.

"Who was that?" she looked me in my face and raised her eyebrow. I guess my facial expression made it known that I was not fucking with something and that something was her boyfriend fucking uncle.

"Nobody girl. Your plug bringing white girl too?"

Jamie blinked twice and cocked her head at an angle like she didn't hear me correctly.

"Ana, you asking for what I think you asking?"

I shrugged my shoulders, smirked, and walked ahead of Jamie into the bedroom. "If I'm going to tell you all that I was told, I might as well smoke a lil bit and sniff a line while I'm at it."

Jamie's mouth was still slightly opened even as I passed by her. Considered we had already broken that barrier back at the hotel room, she ran her fingers through her hair and nervously chuckled.

"So, does this mean I can stop hiding the shit?"

"Girl, you grown," I assured her, "You can do whatever you want. And besides, if imma do it, imma do it with my best friend. Now," I took off my shirt and laid on my stomach with my right arm extended in front of me and the opposite used as my resting arm. I rotated my wrist around and around to watch the light shine off these fucking diamonds and I won't lie, the shit made me feel fucking adored. Like a princess. And I ain't even have to fuck for it. This came from the only man who truly got my heart.

My daddy.

"So, let me tell you what my daddy told me about Za."

--

Jamie and me talked till about 1030 that night. She ended up falling asleep after our last blunt and we didn't even touch the coke Bear had brought. Yeah, Bear was her plug. Well, wait, let me clear the air. Jamie Didn't do a line. When Blu pulled up in the blood-red charger with tinted windows I did 3 lines back-to-back to ease my mind and I even rubbed a little on my pussy to numb the shit.

I'm glad I did. I couldn't feel it when Blu had his face stuffed in my pussy and I didn't feel it when he had my knees to my ears drilling my shit or when he made me ride him till, I came his favorite number of times: 8.

I like what powder did to me. It made me feel sexy. It made me horny as fuck. It made my pussy wetter and it made me confident. By the time Blu tapped out I was dozing off with his dick still inside of me and he was making it seem like he was bout to take me back to the hotel.

I slipped him and the condom off me and politely declined. Afterall, I wouldn't have been sitting in my mama rehabilitation room right now if I agreed to it. it was early in the morning; my pussy was sore and I was downright aggravated that I had to even spend my morning in a rehab to see my mama.

Your mom been doing real good. she even getting some weight back on her. I want you to see her and speak your peace even if it's the last time you see her. you grown now and you can't carry that shit with you forever.

He was fucking right. but I knew in my heart that the feeling I had for my mama was nothing nice and if I was caught in the same room with her and she said the wrong thing to me, I would snap.

I just kept reminding myself to breathe, count to 5 if I had to and go to a happy place.

also, and don't call me no easy bitch for this, but I like how Blu fucks me. I like how he makes me feel good when he beating my shit up and although this shit was contractual, it just... Felt the fuck good.

Of course, that led me to make the Venn Diagram chart in my head and I noticed just how much more Blu was giving me attention than Cut and if we're really keeping tabs, I'm seeing Blu a lot more than I am Cut. Cut would just come by, drop off a present and some dick then be gone for me to look at Chyna for another week or whatever.

Was I saying all this shit now to distance myself emotionally from Cut? Maybe. But who fucking can think of that far ahead in the future? At least not me. Not right now.

My daddy and I was sitting in the visitor chairs in front of my mom as she sat in her bed and read the thank you card line for line. She looked up at us, dewy eyed, and smiled.

My head was down in my phone when she looked up. I was reading the first paragraph I drafted for the letter I wanted to write for my testimony and I don't know if it's because I'm nervous as all fuck but it all sounded like a jumbled mess and the more, I was reading it the more frustrated I was getting.

"This some bullshit." I mumbled under my breath. but apparently not low enough since my mama made eye contact with me.

"What's wrong, Ana baby?"

I looked square at my mom and took in her face. she had some goddess locs in her hair, her face was fuller and she even wore her nose ring again which made her look even younger.

Her eyes were brighter and her skin didn't look as dull as it did. but I still felt this twist in my arm when I was in the same room as my mom and I wasn't proud of the shit but it was there.

"Nothin' mama." I curtly replied.

"You sure?" her eyebrows scrunched together, her manicured hands cradling the card in her hand.

"Yeah."

"Baby girl you don't gotta bite your tongue, if it's something on your mind say it. Kandi not gonna trip, ain't that right, baby?"

Even after all these years and all the shit my mama put this family through, you can tell my daddy still had a soft spot for her even through all the hurt she did on him. even after lying about za. even after the tricking. even after blaming me for junior murder.

As I sat in my all-white oversized Balenciaga shirt, I crossed and uncrossed my legs uncomfortably. twisting the tennis bracelet back and forth. my daddy surprised me with the even more matching anklet to the mix so I was iced out from my wrist to my white-ass toes.

I could feel all eyes on me and I don't know why the first thing that came to my mind was-

"Why didn't you tell me Za was my blood brother and not my half-brother?"

My mama's eyes grew big and cut straight to my daddy whose eyes cut down to his fresh all-red Air Max 95's.

My daddy and I had the same mouth. once we got started that was it for whoever felt the fire.

"Ana, I- Honey, we can ta-"

"Naw, I'm bout over talking. you kept stuff from me for all these years. and I'll be 100% honest with you, ma, if it wasn't for daddy I would not be here. and you know why? in your sober mind, do you know?"

My mama looked down at her card that had my daddy signature and my initials. She couldn't really fix her mouth to say much to me and she knew she really couldn't. I played mama to my mama for god knows too long and for me to be back in the same room with her after she, in her out of body ass mind, accused me of not only stealing junior away from her and plotting his murder when she knew junior was a pie ass nigga.

"Ana-" my mom's voice cracked as she said my name. I could hear the pain in her voice but that side of me switched off a long time ago. it was hard for me to feel bad for someone who wanted to get as far away from me as possible by killing themselves so I can survive my way through the streets.

"And Skooby? you know he bout to get the chair off some shit that involves you? or have you checked out of there too?"

My mama always had this habit that when she was embarrassed or feeling shameful, she would smooth down her hair and kick her leg up and down. I'd be lying if I said she wasn't doin it now.

I opened my mouth to say more, but my daddy gently placed his hand on my knee to signal for me to stop.

"I know there's a lot of tension in the air-"

"ain't no tension, daddy. I just want her to know that the shit that I wanna say is being spared and the fact that because I loved you so much, ma. I stuck the fuck around. I stuck around when you overdosed, when you was fucking dudes my age in the house for dime and nickel bags and shit. I was clowned all at the west because them same niggas would come up to me trying to have me suck they dick to give you a complementary bag on the house. how you think your only daughter supposed to feel? then-"

I wiped the tears that was trying to come to the surface and continued.

"periods, I learned on my own. losing my virginity, I learned about on my own. boyfriends, I learned about on my own. and it wasn't like my mama was dead or no shit like that, you were right down the fucking hall. sleep from sneaking out onto the streets all through the night for grade-d coke and shit."

I shook my head, disgusted. I swallowed a lot and I knew that from what me and my daddy talked about, I had to cross all my p's and q's regardless of what happened. I was about to help the feds and that's never a good sign in any hood. but right now, I didn't give a fuck. this was my time to get closure.

"I don't hate you," I sniffed, "I don't hate you after all the times I felt like you hated me so bad that you let us live in a fucking squalor. I don't hate you for lying on them police reports saying my daddy raped me. I don't hate you for fucking all them young dudes. I don't hate you, ma. I can never do that, you my mama."

I stood to my feet, dusting myself off and wiping the corners of my eyes. my daddy looked up at me apologetically before returning the gaze to my mama who still had her head down, the get-well soon card soaked with droplets of her tears.

"After everything, I can never hate you. I can only know how not to be if I ever want to be a mom. but I'll say this and be done with it. you did a lot of selfish shit, and a lot of shit a woman who loves herself would never do," I was one to talk "but you know what, you taught me to be selfish right back. to get what I needed out of people right back. you taught me how to get it, I just wish it was the right way."

"I forgave you a long time ago because I'm sure if you knew better you would certainly try to not get this bad. imma always love you, ma. and if you really love me, ma, and I mean really love me, love yourself enough to stay clean and be selfish enough to get out the hood. until then, we don't have shit to talk about. when you good and out the shit you created, call me."

I made my way to the door, holding back tears as I pulled out my phone. I couldn't even look my dad in the face and he didn't really try to stop me. what could he say? we just started this daddy-daughter shit two days ago; he knew this was gonna come.

You could hear an ant sneeze by how quiet it was in the room, but as soon as I closed that door the voices began to rise and the crying started.

I continued walking and walking and walking. blindly I navigated myself around the rehab while avoiding the eye contact of the nurses on staff. when I spotted a bathroom, I made a beeline inside and locked it immediately behind me.

I crumpled down to the floor and sobbed. my knees pressed to my forehead to make me feel as small as possible. I hated that this shit was my reality and it hurt more seeing all those wires hooked up to my mama and as much as I hated sounding like an asshole, that was the only way I felt I knew how to get the fucking message across and I could just feel my heart ripping at the inseam.

I leaned my head against the door and just shut my eyes to think.

I need to make this right for me.

I'm gonna leave Cut, I'm gonna write Skooby letter, and I'm gonna get my money and go so I can start a new life and be in someone college.

I know I couldn't just tap dance my way out of it, but now I had to stop playing chess blindfolded.

I saw my pieces clearer now.

With a final moment of clarity, I pulled out my phone and opened the text thread between Blu and I.

Come get me. I'm at Rosemary Gardens Rehabilitation center. I'll do the thing you like on the ride back to Jamie house.

it didn't take no more than 15 seconds for him to respond with an OK emoji. he already had my location so I didn't need to share it.

I got up, looked at myself in the mirror and fixed my lashes and makeup.

if I'm gonna make my exit out this game, I'm gonna make sure don't none of the players see me make my move. even if it's a dirty move.

I applied my gloss. One coat. Two coats. A dab in the middle once more. I took a small vial out of my purse, dabbed some powder onto my fingers and rubbed them around my gums and tongue to numb my throat and walked out the bathroom to the front of the Rehab to wait for my ride.

Play the game, even if your pieces get a little blood on them.

Discussion Time a long chapter = a long discussion haha!

- how do we feel about this chapter? - do we feel like Ana is slowly using cocaine to cope with her emotions? - how we feeling about ana and her daddy relationship blooming? Do you think its too late for them to re-kindle their relationship? -Do we think Blu is going to overstep his "contract" with Ana for the sake of Cut? Do we think Cut is going to find out? - how do we think this newfound acceptance is going to mold the relationship between her and jamie? -How do we feel about the confrontation with ana and her mom? - do we think ana's mom is going to get clean after rehab? - how do we feel about ana picking Blu while Cut is away? - do we think this is going to change the dynamic between her, bear and jamie? - what do you think is going to happen in the upcoming chapters?

Let me know! Bye now!