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If you ever heard the song “Insecure” by Jazmine Sullivan, I was wondering if you could read a fic with rafe about that

it’s Like toxic!rafe and reader

insecure - bsf!toxic!rafe x kook!reader

If someone asked you how it started, you couldn’t even tell them.

It was Rafe Cameron you were talking about.

The guy was a walking red flag, all swagger, all ego, and too much money for his own good. He had the type of face that made you forgive him even when you didn’t want to. And trust, you'd tried to not want to. But that never worked out, obviously.

It’s not like you thought you could change him or whatever. You were not one of those girls. You just...thought you’d be different. Special. Maybe you got a little caught up in that fairy tale bullshit sometimes. Like, maybe if you were the one who held his attention long enough, maybe he’d stop messing around and actually be serious.

Actually see you.

Spoiler alert: That’s not how it worked

You learned that real quick with Rafe.

It wasn’t even two months in before you found some girl's scrunchie in his Jeep.

You were leaving the club, both tipsy, and you slid into the passenger seat when you spotted it in the back. You know how girls leave stuff behind like it’s a game? Like it’s their way of marking territory? That scrunchie was practically a neon sign that read, "I was here."

You picked it up, twirled it around your finger, and waited for him to notice.

He didn’t.

“What's this?” You finally asked, not even looking at him, just staring at that stupid pink scrunchie like it had all the answers you needed.

Rafe glanced over at it for half a second before shrugging, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. “Dunno. Probably Sarah’s.”

Sarah Cameron, his sister, the golden girl of the family. His excuse every time something came up.

“It’s not Sarah’s.” You weren't buying it. You knew that girl’s style inside and out, and there’s no way in hell she’d be caught dead wearing something this basic. You tossed it into the backseat, feeling your blood boil.

Of course he’d still treat you like shit, why care about a lifelong friendship, right?

Rafe rolled his eyes. He didn’t even have the decency to act like he cared that you were pissed.

“You’re being dramatic,” he said, his voice dripping with that condescension that always made you feel stupid for caring. “It’s just a fucking scrunchie.”

But it wasn’t. Not to you.

See, the thing with Rafe is, he never said he was yours. You never had some grand conversation about exclusivity, about titles, none of that. But that’s how it was with him. He’d show up at your door, flash that killer smile, and you’d forget every reason why he wasn’t good for you.

And yet, there was this constant feeling in your chest.

Tight, twisted, like a knot you couldn’t untangle.

It wasn’t just the girls or the scrunchies or the way he’d disappear for days, leaving you with nothing but unanswered texts and half-assed explanations. It was you. How you felt around him. You were constantly second-guessing yourself, wondering if you were enough, if you were what he wanted. Things were so different before.

If you were even on his radar when you weren't right in front of him. And that feeling, that deep, gnawing insecurity? It was starting to mess with your head.

A week after the scrunchie incident, you found yourself at another one of those parties on Figure Eight. The kind where we Kooks pretend we're so much better than everyone else but still drink cheap beer out of red solo cups. It was the usual crowd—Topper, Kelce, a few other guys you barely knew, and, of course, Rafe.

You were wearing this black mini dress you knew he liked, the one that hugged your body in all the right places. You wanted to feel good tonight, like you could make him see you the way you needed him to. It was pathetic, but you thought if you played your cards right, maybe you'd get more than just half-hearted attention.

But then, halfway through the night, you saw her.

This girl—some random pogue you'd never seen before—leaning against the bar, laughing at something Rafe was saying. And it wasn’t just that he was talking to her. No, it was the way he was looking at her. That look he used to give you when you first started whatever this was between you two.

Like she was the most interesting thing in the room. Like she was the only thing. Even if she was wearing that cheap, threadbare tank top and worn-out jean shorts. The kind of clothes that screamed she probably worked at some surf shop or waited tables just to get by. And here Rafe was, cozying up to her like she was something special. Like she wasn’t just another girl he’d forget about tomorrow. Making yourself compare to someone like her.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry, your palms sweaty as you watched them. You could feel your heart sinking, your gut screaming at you to just leave. But you didn’t. You just stood there, like an idiot, frozen in place, watching him slide his hand up the back of her arm, a move so smooth, so practiced, it made you feel sick.

You hated this. Hated yourself. Hated that you let him have this kind of power over you.

Your mind did that annoying thing where it flashed back to the first time you slept with him. Like it wanted to torture you with every little detail of how you got here. You’d both been drunk, of course. But not blackout drunk—just the kind of buzzed where everything feels a little too easy, a little too warm.

You’d known Rafe forever, been best friends since you were kids. He was practically a part of you, or at least, he used to be. You trusted him, which is why when he showed up at your place that night, laughing about something stupid, you didn’t think twice when he crashed on your couch.

Only he didn’t stay on the couch.

You remember how he looked at you from across the room, that cocky smile he always wore, but softer somehow. Like he wasn’t quite sure if he was going to make a move. He’d leaned in, brushed his hand against your leg—casual, but not really. Your heart had pounded in your chest, but you didn’t stop him.

You didn’t want to stop him.

And when he kissed you? You were done for. All those years of being “just friends” went right out the window. It was like all the tension between you, all the unspoken stuff, just exploded. You were in his lap before you even realized what was happening, tugging at his shirt, pulling him closer.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything—that it was just this one-time thing, a moment of weakness.

But Rafe… he knew how to get to you.

He made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered, even though you weren’t. You were just there, convenient. But at the time? You didn’t see it like that. You thought maybe this would change everything. That maybe the Rafe you’d grown up with was still in there somewhere, buried under all the coke, the girls, the chaos.

You were wrong.

It hurt. It hurt like hell. And the worst part was, you couldn’t even blame the girl. She probably had no idea who Rafe really was. She just saw the guy with the money, the smile, the charm.

Your throat tightened as he leaned in, saying something that made her laugh again. That same laugh he’d once pulled out of you. God, how could you be so stupid? You knew what he was. Hell, you’d known for years. But still, you’d let yourself get wrapped up in him, like maybe you’d be the exception. Like maybe you’d matter.

But you didn’t. You were just another girl he’d sweet-talk, mess with, and then forget about the second something new and shiny came along.

Topper came up beside you, nudging you with his shoulder. “You good?”

You blinked, tearing your eyes away from the scene in front of you and forcing a smile. “Yeah, totally. Just need another drink.” Your voice was light, casual, but inside, you were falling apart.

He gave you a weird look, but shrugged it off.

Guess everyone knew how you felt about Rafe. You weren't exactly subtle about it.

You downed another vodka soda, the burn doing nothing to numb the ache in your chest, and made a beeline for the back of the house.

You needed air. You needed to breathe.

You barely made it past the kitchen before you felt someone grab your wrist, pulling you into the hallway. You turned, expecting it to be some random guy, but no—it was Rafe. His grip was tight, a little too tight, and you could see the annoyance in his eyes.

“You’re leaving already?”

Rafe’s grip on your wrist was too tight, but it wasn’t like that surprised you anymore. It was always like this with him—one second, things were fine, and the next, you were stuck in this same stupid cycle of feeling small and stupid for caring.

“I just need some air,” you muttered, trying to pull away, but of course, he didn’t let go. His eyes flicked across your face like he was trying to figure out if you were actually upset or just being “dramatic,” which, spoiler alert, you weren’t.

“You’re not seriously mad about that girl, right?” His voice dripped with amusement, like your feelings were some kind of joke to him. He leaned in, lowering his voice like that was supposed to make you feel better. “It’s not that deep.”

It's hard to remember this used to be your best friend, before you two started whatever this game was and he decided you just weren't that girl to him anymore, just another body he could call up when he needed to get laid.

You stared at him, mouth dry, trying to figure out why you were even still standing here.

“Really?” You couldn’t help the sarcasm in your voice. “Because it kinda feels like it is.” You finally yanked your wrist free, stepping back just enough to get some space. “Do you even care? Like, do you even care that you’re making me feel like this?” You hated how your voice cracked, how vulnerable you sounded.

Rafe just stared at you like you were overreacting. “I don’t get what the big deal is. Why are you always making this such a thing?”

Fun. God, that word made your stomach turn.

Fun for who? You knew what he meant, but hearing it out loud still stung. You’d been holding onto this hope, this ridiculous idea that maybe you were different, maybe he cared more. But it was so clear now. This wasn’t a relationship. This wasn’t even close.

“It’s a thing because it is a thing,” you said, voice shaky but steady enough. “I can’t just turn off my feelings like you do, Rafe. I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt when I see you flirting with other girls like I don’t exist.”

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “You’re making this complicated. I never said we were serious. You knew what this was from the start.”

And there it was.

The slap of reality you’d been avoiding for way too long. He never said you were his, never promised you anything more than what he gave—a few nights here and there, some attention when it was convenient for him, but nothing real.

And you knew that. But it didn’t stop you from wanting more.

“But you still keep me around, don’t you?” you said quietly, mostly talking to yourself at this point. “You keep me close when it’s easy, when it’s fun for you. And I let you.”

God, that hurt to admit out loud. You let him make you feel like this. Over and over.

Rafe just stood there, completely unfazed. Like this was no big deal. He shrugged, and it made you want to scream. “If you’re so unhappy, then just leave.”

You stared at him, feeling your heart twist in your chest. How did it always come back to this? Him pushing you away like you didn’t mean anything. Like you weren’t standing right here, hurting. You searched his face for something—anything—that showed he actually gave a damn.

But there was nothing.

“Yeah,” you whispered, throat tight. “Maybe I should.”

Rafe blinked, staring at you like you’d just told him the sky was green. The moment you said “maybe I should,” it was like the words didn’t even register with him. He let out this half-laugh, half-scoff, eyebrows raised. “Wait—what? You’re not actually serious right now.”

You just stood there, trying to hold onto the last shred of whatever self-respect you had left, but his reaction made you feel like you were the crazy one. Like you weren’t the one who’d been dragged through the emotional wringer for months.

“I’m serious,” you said, keeping your voice as steady as possible, but inside? You were shaking. “I’m done.”

He shook his head, like you were talking nonsense. “C’mon, stop. You always say shit like this when you’re mad. You’ll cool off in a couple hours. You’re just… overreacting. Again.”

That word—overreacting—was like gasoline on the fire burning inside you.

“I’m not overreacting. I’m tired.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the weight of all the times you’d let him off the hook. “I’m tired of feeling like an idiot every time I care about you. Every time I think we might actually be something.”

He took a step closer, and you could smell the beer and expensive cologne clinging to him. “We are something,” he said, his tone softening just enough to sound almost genuine, like he believed it. “We have fun. You’re acting like I’m out here trying to hurt you or somethin'.”

“You don’t think you’re hurting me because you never even think about me in the first place,” you snapped, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “You never even consider how any of this makes me feel, and that’s the problem. You don’t care.”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t fight back like you half-expected him to. Instead, he just stared at you, confusion all over his face, like this was the first time he’d ever heard any of this.

“So what, you’re just gonna leave?” He asked it like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. Like the concept of you actually walking away from him didn’t make any sense. “You’re not serious. You won’t actually leave.”

Your heart twisted at that—at how confident he was that you’d stay. That no matter how many times he messed up, no matter how many girls there were, or how many times he ghosted you, you’d always be right there, waiting. Because you always were. All your life.

He was so sure of it.

You felt your hands shake, and you hated that he still had that power over you. That even now, standing here in this stupid hallway at some stupid party, your heart was still fighting your brain, still wanting to hold onto him just a little bit longer.

But you couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Yeah, Rafe. I’m leaving.” The words came out firm, stronger than you even thought you were capable of right now. “I’m not playing this game with you anymore.”

For a second, something flickered in his eyes. Panic, maybe. Or maybe it was just the realization that he didn’t have you as locked down as he thought. “You’re really gonna walk away from this?” He gestured between the two of you, as if whatever this was had been so good, so untouchable. “Don’t be stupid.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “You think I’m the one being stupid? You’ve taken me for granted this whole time, and I was dumb enough to let you."

He just stood there, silent, looking like he didn’t even know how to answer. Because he didn’t. He never actually thought you’d go. He never thought you’d call him on his shit and mean it.

But you did. And now he was realizing it.

Without waiting for him to say another word, you turned and walked away, feeling like you could finally breathe for the first time in a long time.

You barely made it a few steps before you heard him call after you. “Wait, hold on!”

You kept walking, forcing yourself to put one foot in front of the other. You knew if you stopped, if you even looked back at him, you’d get sucked right back in. But of course, Rafe wasn’t going to let it go that easy.

“Wait!” His voice was closer now, and before you could pick up the pace, he grabbed your arm—not harshly this time, just enough to make you stop. “Come on, don’t just walk away.”

You sighed, shutting your eyes for a second before turning around. “What, Rafe? What do you want me to say?” You were so exhausted from this, from him, from the constant back and forth. “I’m not doing this anymore.”

He let go of your arm, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated but trying to rein it in. “Can we just… talk about this? You’re pissed right now, and I get it, but you can’t just leave like this.”

“I can leave,” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “That’s literally what I’m doing."

He exhaled sharply, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “You’re really just gonna throw everything away? After all this time?”

You stared at him, heart pounding in your chest. “What exactly am I throwing away? Huh? What have we even been lately? ’Cause from where I’m standing, all I’ve been doing is waiting around for you to decide if I’m worth more than just a random hookup whenever you feel like it.”

He winced at that, and for a second, you thought maybe—maybe—he’d get it. Maybe this would be the moment where he actually realized how badly he’d been screwing up. But instead, he went for the same excuse he always did.

“It’s not like that,” he said quickly, like that would erase everything. “You know I care about you, okay? We’ve known each other forever. You’re… important to me.”

“Important to you?” You laughed, but it wasn’t even close to funny. “If this is how you treat people who are ‘important’ to you, then I don’t even wanna know how you treat people who aren’t. Oh wait, I do know."

Rafe sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot, like he was trying to figure out the right thing to say. “Look, I know I’ve messed up. But…Can we just, like, think about it for a second? Talk about it?”

You shook your head, feeling the frustration build again. “What is there to talk about? You only wanna have this conversation now because I’m actually leaving. You never wanted to talk about it before.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. “No, Rafe. You think I haven’t tried to bring this up? Every time I tell you how I feel, you brush me off. I’ve been bending over backwards, trying to make this work, and all I’ve gotten in return is you treating me like I’m an afterthought.”

Rafe frowned, his jaw tightening. “That’s not true. I’m here now, aren’t I? I’m trying to talk to you.”

“Because I’m walking away,” you shot back. “That’s the only reason you care right now—because you don’t wanna lose control. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? You never actually thought I’d leave.”

He didn’t say anything, which pretty much told you everything you needed to know.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “We used to be best friends. I knew you better than anyone, and you knew me. But I don’t even recognize you anymore. And honestly? I don’t recognize me when I’m around you either.” Your voice softened, "I deserve better than this. And you know it.”

For a second, he just stood there, looking at you like he was processing everything. His face wasn’t smug or arrogant anymore. He actually looked… lost. Maybe even scared. It was the first time you’d seen him drop the act in a long time, and for a split second, you felt that pull again—the one that always made you want to fix things, to make it better, to stay.

But you couldn’t do it this time. You couldn’t keep saving him at the expense of yourself.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he finally said, his voice quieter, almost vulnerable. “You’re… you’re one of the only people who actually gets me. I don’t wanna lose that.”

That hit you right in the gut, because deep down, you didn’t wanna lose him either. He was right—you did know him better than anyone. But that didn’t change what he’d been putting you through. And just because he was scared of losing you didn’t mean he was ready to treat you the way you deserved to be treated.

“I don’t wanna lose you either,” you admitted, “But I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep being the girl you turn to when it’s convenient for you.”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to the ground like he didn’t know what to say. And maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was finally realizing how badly he’d screwed this up.

You sighed, stepping back. “Look, I hope you figure your shit out. I really do. But I’m not sticking around to wait for that.”

You’d barely taken two steps when you heard him again, this time his voice quieter, almost desperate. “Wait—please. Just… don’t go.”

You paused, but you didn’t turn around. You were trying so hard to keep it together, to not let him see how badly this was wrecking you. Then he dropped the bomb.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sober.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Slowly, you turned back around, eyes wide. “What?”

He looked at you like he was begging you to understand, to stay. “I’m serious. Since I stopped using…you’re the only thing that’s been helping me hold it together. You leaving—it’s gonna fuck me up. You know that.”

Your heart twisted, hard. Of course he’d pull this now. You stared at him, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I’m not lying,” He insisted, taking a step closer. “I swear. I’m trying to do better. You’re the reason I haven’t gone back to that shit. You’ve always been the one to pull me out of it, and if you leave—”

“Stop,” you snapped, holding up a hand. “Do you even hear yourself right now? You’re really trying to put this on me?” Your voice was rising, and you didn’t even care if people inside the party heard you. “You’re trying to make me responsible for you staying clean? Do you realize how fucked up that is?”

Rafe flinched, his expression shifting from desperate to defensive. “I’m just saying it how it is. You’ve helped me more than anyone else. You know that.”

“No,” you shot back, shaking your head in disbelief. “I’m not doing this. I’m not carrying that weight for you. That’s not fair, and you know it.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you weren’t done. “You can’t just dump your problems on me and expect me to fix them. I’m not your therapist, and I’m definitely not your savior.” Your chest was heaving now, all the anger and hurt that had been building up for months finally spilling over. “You don’t get to use your sobriety as a leash to keep me here.”

His face fell at that, and for a split second, you saw a flash of guilt. But it wasn’t enough. “I’m not trying to manipulate you,” he said, though even he sounded unsure of his words now. “I just… I don’t know what else to do.”

“You don’t know what to do because you’ve never had to actually deal with the consequences of your actions,” you fired back. “You’ve always just said whatever you needed to say to keep people around. To keep me around.”

Rafe looked at you like he wanted to fight back, but the fight wasn’t there. Not this time. “That’s not what this is,” he muttered, but it sounded weak even to him.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside you. “I’m glad you’re sober. I really am. But that’s not my responsibility. It never should’ve been.” You paused, feeling every word you were about to say. “If staying clean depends on me staying in your life, then you haven’t actually changed. You’ve just found a new addiction.”

He stared at you, and for the first time, he didn’t have a response. No cocky smirk, no empty promises. Just silence.

“I’m not gonna be your crutch anymore,” you said softly, the anger fading, replaced with a deep, painful sadness. “You need to get better for you, not for me. And if you can’t do that… then this was never gonna work anyway.”

Rafe’s shoulders slumped, and you could see the defeat in his eyes, like he was finally realizing that no matter what he said, this time you weren’t coming back.

“Please don’t do this,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

You blinked back the tears that were starting to sting your eyes. “You’ll figure it out."

His on his knees before you realized. Literally.

Your eyes widened in complete disbelief. “Rafe, what the hell are you doing?”

He wasn’t even looking at you anymore, just staring at the floor, hands running through his hair like he was about to lose it. “Please don’t leave. I’m begging you. I—I can’t… I don’t know what to do without you.”

You froze, staring at him like he’d lost his damn mind. Because maybe he had. What was this? You felt like you were watching some movie, except it was your life, and it wasn’t dramatic or romantic or whatever he thought it was. It was just… sad. And kind of terrifying.

“Get up.” Your voice wasn’t even loud—it was flat, emotionless. You didn’t even know what to feel anymore. “Rafe, seriously. Get the fuck up.”

He didn’t move.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, voice shaky. “I’m so fucking sorry. You’re all I’ve ever had, okay? Since we were kids, you’ve been the only person who’s ever stuck with me. Everyone else leaves. Everyone. But not you. You’ve always been there, no matter how much I’ve messed up.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut because, deep down, they were true. You had always been there. Through everything. The good, the bad, and the absolute worst. And maybe that’s why it hurt so damn much now—because he’d taken that loyalty, that friendship, and twisted it into something ugly and unrecognizable.

“I can’t believe this,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. “I seriously can’t believe you right now.” You shook your head, staring at him in disbelief. “You think this is gonna fix everything? You think getting on your knees and saying some bullshit is gonna make me forget all the times you hurt me?"

He looked up at you, his eyes glassy, and it almost made your heart break. Almost. But you weren't going to fall for it anymore. “I didn’t mean to take you for granted. I just—I never thought you’d actually leave. You never left before.”

“And that’s exactly why we’re here,” you snapped, “You always thought I’d stay, no matter how bad you treated me. You counted on it."

“I’m sorry,” he said again, voice cracking. “I know I fucked up. But I’ll do anything to fix it. Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Please, just don’t go.”

You stared at him, the guy you’d known since forever, the one you’d stuck by when no one else did. The one you thought you could save, even though now you realized you couldn’t even save yourself when you were with him.

But this? Him on his knees? This wasn’t him fixing anything. This was him panicking, terrified that the one thing he’d taken for granted all these years was slipping away.

“I’m not the one who’s supposed to keep you alive. That’s on you. I’ve been there for you since we were six, and look where that’s gotten me. Look where that’s gotten us.”

His eyes were pleading, desperate, but you knew that if you stayed, this would keep happening. He would hurt you again, and you’d forgive him.

Because that’s what you did. That’s what you’d always done.

“I can’t keep being your safety net,” you whispered, feeling a lump rise in your throat. “You have to figure out who you are without me always picking up the pieces.”

He shook his head. “But I don’t know how.”

And that was the saddest part of all. He didn’t know how. He had no idea who he was without you constantly there to catch him when he fell. And you were tired of being the one holding him up while he pulled you down.

You took a deep breath, looking down at him—this broken, scared version of Rafe you never wanted to see.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, “but this? This isn’t love. This isn’t healthy. This is you being afraid of losing control. And I’m not gonna let you use me to keep your shit together anymore.”

His eyes filled with tears, and for a second, your heart ached. Because yeah, you loved him once. Maybe you still did in some messed-up way. But love wasn’t supposed to feel like drowning.

“I hope you get better,” you said, taking a step back. “I really do. But I can’t be a part of this anymore.”

And for the first time in your life, you were the one to walk away.

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quadrantadvisor · 5 months

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Alright new Jason Todd headcanons in a dpxdc setting:

Danny is a "liminal" ghost, rather than a "half" ghost. He's alive and dead at the same time. (He's like Jesus Christ (in the church denomination I grew up in), fully ghost and fully human.) Danny, in human form, can go through a ghost shield, because he IS a living human.

Jason, however, is a reanimated corpse. He isn't a ghost, wouldn't have a ghost core, etc, he has a normal human system that runs ON ectoplasm. Jason CANNOT go through a ghost shield, because he is always an ectoplasmic entity. Danny can go through the Fenton Ghost Catcher and be split into a ghost and a human; if Jason went through the ghost catcher, he would straight up die.

(For my purposes I'm gonna say that Jason became an ectoplasmic entity upon his resurrection, but wasn't very stable. Dunking in the Lazarus pit stabilized his system but also poisoned his ectoplasm.)

I do think that Jason could learn certain ghost abilities if he learned to harness his ectoplasm, especially if they detoxed him off the Lazarus waters. He's probably already enhancing his stealth and strength in ways he hasn't really noticed. I think he's held back by the amount of physical matter he's lugging around, so maybe he couldn't fly, but I'm imagining temporary invisibility, or intagibility of like, a limb at a time. Maybe he can't walk through walls, but in a fight he can dodge by instinctively making the targeted part of his body intangible.

#i saw someone call jason a 'revenant' in a fanfic once and that is juicy as hell so I'm stealing that- that's what he is in this au #Jason's ectoplasm does react to other ectoplasmic entities so they can sense eachother #but for ghosts he's fucking weird because he doesn't have a core for them to resonate with or w/e #danny would probably think that he's another halfa/liminal at first but the more time they spend together the more that doesn't add up #so I know that I'm trying to give Jason ghost powers but honestly this whole thing is kind of a bum deal for him #he gets all of a ghost's weaknesses and barely any of the benefits #honestly I'm conceptualizing this as more of a disability than a superpower #discovering that youre less alive than you thought you were and you're technically just a walking talking corpse running on supernatural goo #is fucked up and creepy and upsetting!#and it's something that he would have to come to terms with before he could start exploring what new opportunities it might give him #and i think that's really interesting #it's part of why I love messing with Jason in dpxdc stories so much #danny is fully ghost and fully human and he never feels like he fits in anywhere already #Jason is not quite human and not quite ghost so you can imagine how that would go for him #anyways i think they should be best friends and visit frostbite in the realms to make sure jason is healthy and also they should maybe kiss #and listen to the black parade together and talk about dying and stuff #danny fenton #jason todd #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc #batfam #my rambles

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jwirecs · 1 year

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** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Alcohol Free || @blue-jisungs💕✅

↳ in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

Nothing’s Changed || @hoseokhasmyheartxx🔞💕💔✅

↳ You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples’ trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed… will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel?

The Love Plaza || @mayolive-writes🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Til You Make It || @jinkookspencil💕💔✅💯

↳ jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

Bet On It || @minisugakoobies🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

Lovin' You Right || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

5+1 || @joon4eva💕✅

↳ five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

Baby Fever || @95rkives💕✅💯

↳ what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

Cherry Flavored || @jjksblackgf🔞✅

↳ You bet with your boyfriend that he can't handle more than five minutes of your tongue, but Jungkook never turns away from a challenge. You'll make sure to keep him in his place.

Moving In || @dreamescapeswriting💕✅

↳ (this was an anon req to the writer, short summary: yoongi leaves his stuff at oc's apartment, slowly moving in. shts too cute man)

Panties Over Pastries || @genkima💕✅

↳ you and your lovely boyfriend, Jungkook, decided to have a baking date planned for today ! I wonder how it turns out..

Spicy 'N Sweet || @thvhoe🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

The Boxer's Girlfriend || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook is known throughout Korea as the top boxer. He’s swift in his attacks and calculated with everything. He’s dangerous in the ring but he was also dangerous to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N.

Cat Got Your Tongue? || @jessikahathaway🔞💕💔✅

↳ You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

Cherry || @peachypinkygloss🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

Bunny Buns || @kittyscupcakeandbunny🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

Moon || @hobeemin🔞💕✅ Pt 2.

↳ (theres no summary, and i suck at summarizing, but im a sucker for hybrid fics so that says sometime.)

Break My Mind's Eye || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.

Diamond Trail || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Distraction || @melancholy-of-nadia🔞✅

↳ After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him.

Wishes || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? (i dont have a gang!au banner so its going in with the mafia!au. also yall already know im a huge sucker fore mafia/gang au's along with hybrids. its currently on going, but i know that i will be on a roller coaster while reading this series)

Devoted To Trouble || @jeonsweetpea🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? (i dont have a spider-man!au banner, but spider!kook????? when yoongi said that this man will annoy him even at the age of 100, lord where is the lie. but also, we love a persistent & annoyingly cute man.)

For Glory || @mono-moonchilds🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ A fight to the death. No rules, no refs, and nowhere to run.

Monachopsis || @personasintro🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises (wasnt too sure what au this fic would fall under but i say it goes under the parent au cause min yoongi gon be a father whether he likes it or not.)

Seven || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

Unconditionally || @rmsrkive💔🔄💯

↳ for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park

Way Back Home || @solemnreads🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

Wrong Time || @spideyjimin🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?

Added Color || @bangtansmaus💕💔✅💯

↳ Yumi was perfectly fine with not finding her soulmate yet. she never really cared about the idea of soulmates. she’s fine with just running her bakery and living with her brother Jimin and their two best friends Jungkook and Taehyung.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts enemies to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts social media au #bts dad au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts friends with benefits au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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justlemmeadoreyou · 9 months

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mean!friends with benefits!harry headcanons

i can't stay away, can i? 😭😭😭

you two weren't exactly friends when it started, straight up enemies who hated even the sight of each other

you both had snapped one day, saying the meanest shit you could while with your friends one night at a bar. frustrated, you had stormed out to blow off some steam, and some smoke, by smoking a cigarette

he came out soon after, turning you by your shoulder and looking at you with pure rage bubbling inside

it wasn't long after you both kissed, grabbing and pulling at each other's hair while he dragged you to an alleyway, quickly turning you around and pulling his pants down

he fucked you nice and raw right then and there, pulling your hair and biting your neck, hurting you because he hated you.

it had become regular then, he would text you, and then come over fucking the living daylights out of you, pulling his pants back up and leaving immediately, because he doesn't do stay overs

he would always fuck you in doggy, because he would say he doesn't like seeing your stupid face. works for you, because you hate him equally

sometimes, when he's tired, he would have you on top, riding him. even then, he would be the one in control. bucking his hips up into your pussy, tying your hands behind your back as he thrusts his cock into you, "feels good, doesn't it? love it when i take charge, don't you?"

he's all too smug about being the best in eating your pussy. he always makes you beg for it, but oh boy, is it worth it. he licks and sucks, fingering you hard and fast, your back arching off the bed as you squirt all over the place. he then collects some of your arousal on his fingers, making you suck them clean while he pushes his tongue into your cunt again.

he doesn't even kiss you anymore, his lips everywhere on your body except your lips because it's too intimate.

he does feel tempted to kiss you sometimes. when your lips are just moments away from his, warm puffs of air leaving them as he's fucking you into the mattress. they look so swollen and puffy from your continous biting. he just wants to grab your face, and kiss you till you're breathless

he stares at your dazed expression after you've both reached your climax, and suddenly realizes how close your face is to his. noses touching, shaky breathing, lips so so close and the temptation is there. he could kiss you or you could kiss him but one of you pulls away and he has to gulp down the need to grab your neck and just do it.

harry always sticks to the rules, never slipping or showing even an ounce of emotion except pure lust.

but as it continues longer and longer, you could feel feelings bubbling up within you, feelings you're sure wouldn't be reciprocated.

(this is in context to something coming up next month 👀👀)

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dykelips · 4 months

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steddie — friends with benefits to lovers drabble

“friends don't do what we do.”

rating — teen & up. | tags — fwb to lovers, roommates au, everybody lives/nobody dies, gay steve, gay eddie, mutual pining, friends to lovers, love confessions, angst and hurt/comfort, friends with benefits.

steve's never really had self control. he's never had any when it came to several instances—calling jonathan byers a queer, kissing tommy on a drunken night when he was 15, going straight into an alternate dimension, facing billy hargrove and getting his ass beat, or even telling robin he has feelings for her, soon to find out she's a lesbian, and that he himself is a gay man.

steve's self control surely didn't exist the day steve proposed an... idea to eddie—a no attachment, friends with benefits who bang and get it out of their system type of deal. they're already best friends, deeply bonded from the whole vecna ordeal, so what harm could this do to them?

and now that steve thinks about it, it didn't do a small amount of harm, it practically ruined steve. he fell for eddie, and he's not sure eddie feels the same way.

steve broke his own rule. he found himself attached to eddie, thinking about eddie, talking only about eddie, being in love with eddie.

after steve comes home to their apartment and sees eddie making out with someone on their couch, he starts an argument. he doesn't own eddie, they aren't dating, and eddie's a grown man who can do whatever he wants, but seeing someone else other than himself lay their lips onto eddie's and kiss him, that really starts something inside of steve.

he can practically feel all of the months worth of collected feelings and thoughts bubbling up inside of him and almost spilling out over the sides the second eddie says what he says.

"we're just friends. we're friends, steve. you're you, and i'm me, and that's it," eddie says, arms crossed over his chest, hiding himself away and trying to tuck himself together.

"friends!? fucking—fucking friends, eddie? that's what we are? friends don't do the things we do."

steve scoffs and looks directly at eddie, face going red with anger and a mix of pain inside of him.

eddie looks down, lips pulled into a thin line, eyes downturned and hair hanging down around him, shielding him like a cave hidden behind a waterfall.

"yes, harrington. friends," eddie breathes out, head snapping up. "you act like you want me to say that we're more than that, but you're not into me. you just want to fuck me and act like nothing happened. i can't deal with that. i need someone who loves me, who tells me they need me and will take care of me and isn't disgusted or annoyed by me. that's what i need, not a fuck-buddy."

steve sputters and reaches his hands out, mentally saying fuck it and telling eddie how he really feels.

"eddie, jesus christ! i'm in love with you! i've been in love with you since you woke up from that goddamn coma last year."

eddie's eyes go wide, comically large and round, looking like bambi. he really fucking loves him.

"stop messing around, man."

steve shakes his head, not letting eddie dismiss him and believe it's just some sick joke that he's playing on him.

"why would i lie about loving you, eddie? everything i've done, it's all because of you. do you really think i would tell you this and compromise our friendship if i didn't feel just like i'm telling you now?"

eddie's mouth opens and closes like a dead fish, and he finally shuts it fully. "i, i don't—"

"if you don't love me back, that's okay. i just had to tell you, eds. you don't understand how much you mean to me," steve confesses, lips pulled into an apologetic smile. he goes and turns to walk out the door of their apartment,

eddie shoots out his arm, hand grabbing onto steve's forearm, squeezing, trying to stop him from leaving. "steve! fuck, i love you, too! i do, i really, really do. and, look, i didn't know how to tell you, because you're always being so frustratingly you, clearly not understanding all the hints i've dropped, trying to signal that i've been in love with you for months, too."

eddie licks his lips and his eyes seem to plead.

"really?" steve asks, hope bubbling up inside of him.

he nods, hair shaking around. "yeah, stevie. cross my heart and hope to die. i mean it. swear on it, even."

steve smiles at that.

"swear on what, exactly?" he knows the line he's crossing, and if eddie says what steve thinks he'll say, then steve knows it's true.

"on my guitar. my sweetheart. you know the one. i swear on her," eddie tells him, eyes flipping down to steve's lips and back up to meet his eyes.

"that's a big swear, munson. might need you to kiss me to prove it," steve teases, stepping in closer to eddie's bubble, noses almost touching.

eddie grins, wider that steve has seen for as long as he can remember. "i can do that."

he certainly swears on his guitar if the kiss that they shared proves anything.

whoops i suck at endings and writing in general, but this has been stuck in my head and i felt like trying to write. here it is. love you xx

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jessicas-pi · 4 months

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y'all got me all hyped to do more merfolk AU art so I finished the Love's Lights scene

#I GIVE YOU: MORE FUN MERFOLK AU FACTS THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR!!!#Ezra grew up on his own without the benefit of other merfolk to learn from and he's kinda out of touch with his merfolk instincts #so ezra THINKS he's bringing sabine to a pretty underwater light show that he thinks she'll think is cool #and telling himself ''i'm getting a good grade in platonic friendship; something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve!''#...except his mer-instinct is actually prompting him to bring The Love Of His Life to the site of the Annual Merfolk Love Festival #and merfolk bioluminescent patterns reflect their mood and communicate with other merfolk #BUT Ezra can't really control his markings #so he's putting on an involuntary light show that translates to #''SABINE!! HI!! LOOK AT ME!! I'M GLOWING REALLY BRIGHT!! IS THAT IMPRESSIVE OR WHAT?? P.S. I'VE FALLEN IRREVOCABLY IN LOVE WITH YOU''#also the pattern of Ezra's markings is inspired by Sabine's starbird!#mythical creatures au #jessica's art #sabezra #sabezra fanart #not 100% loving sabine's outfit in this tbh #I tried to do something simple that went with what the fic described her wearing but it turned out kinda boring...#and ezra's tail turned out weird too... sighhhh...#oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#OOH WAIT I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER FUN FACT #the shell necklace Sabine is wearing is one that Ezra gave to her when he was 15 #and for adult merfolk the gift of a handmade shell necklace is basically a marriage proposal #but he was a kid then so it's more equivalent to the time my best friend proposed to her crush with a ring pop

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explicit-tae · 11 months

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Ungodly Hour: Day 1

You and Jungkook are together for the whole weekend. All he truly wanted from you was to admit you were his girl - but like always, he had to fuck it out of you. @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx

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word count: 3.675

warning: dirty talk, nipple sucking, slight kissing, neck biting, edging, face-slapping, cocky/jealous/possessive/dominant jungkook, bitchy/shit-talking but submissive reader, creampie, crying, begging,

“You cooked this?” your mother is first to ask once she bites into the meat, eyes growing slightly wide. “It tastes amazing.”

Jungkook gives a toothy grin and nods. “I added a secret sauce that my father has taught me.”

You want to roll your eyes at Jungkook.

Dinner was going by smoothly. Around 20 minutes ago, your parents arrived. Your father appeared much the same, nonchalant and just ready to eat. Your mother did most of the talking. Her eyes roamed the apartment with prying eyes. She asked Jungkook and you questions after questions, all of which Jungkook responded to quickly and without hesitation.

“How did you two really meet?” your mother asks after a moment. “I assume it couldn’t have been tweeter.”

You scoff. “No. It was not twitter.”

Jungkook places a hand atop yours and laughs. He wraps his fingers into your own and eyes you. He then brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss. “We met at the University.” Jungkook nods. “She was so cold to me at first.”

Your mother shakes her head. “Typical of her.”

“I must’ve asked her out a million times. I was shut down each and every time. Right, baby?”

You want to snatch that smirk off of his lips, but you only roll your eyes.

“I think she got tired of my begging and agreed to a date.” Jungkook turns to your mother. “Ever since then, I’ve been attached to her like a lost puppy.”

Your father listens, not interested in speaking, but interested enough to appear apart of the conversation. “I’m glad.” your mother speaks. She takes a sip of her water. “Y/N can be a little mean.”

You knit your brows, but before you can speak Jungkook cackles. “She can!” he agrees.

Oh wow, you think.

“But that’s what I love about her. She’s feisty and stubborn.” Jungkook looks your way, his eyes burning into you. You glance away from them and grunt, feeling hot. “And she always speaks up for me at restaurants when they get my order wrong.”

“That was once.” you quip. “You asked for extra sauce…”

“I did.” Jungkook nods. “I thought she was going to rip someone’s head off.” he tells your mother jokingly. “At least I know she cares.”

Jungkook was right - he had won over your mother.

That was expected, however. Your mother was easy to please. Jungkook was the equivalent of tall, dark and handsome. He’s easy to speak with and was such a smooth talker that it even had her swooning. He was affectionate, often kissing your hand or your head - more than usual, but you told yourself he was milking this to the very end.

Now, your father was a different story. He was able to engage the man into conversation and actually hold it, having your fathers full and undivided attention. That is when you realized that Jungkook meant what he said - that even if this fake dating didn’t end with the both of you actually dating, that Jungkook would be there regardless. Your mother was already inviting him to dinner the following week and even hugged him before leaving - before she hugged you.

“I’ll see you two next week?” your mother asks as she’s strolling out the door.

Jungkook wraps you in a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. “You will!” he responds to her, waving curtly. “Y/N tells me about your cooking all the time. I can’t wait!”

You grumble - it was all the time, but you weren’t aware Jungkook was actually listening to your random ramblings. He was slowly winning your mother over that you were sure she would have him for dinner even without you there.

“You think you’re cute?” you push Jungkook off of you once the door is shut.

“Is that the thanks I get for making a good impression?”

You cross your arms. “You know what you were doing complimenting her the entire night.”

Jungkook smirks. “Like mother, like daughter. You both like my praises.” Jungkook’s hands are on you again, bringing you closer to him. “I have to keep myself on top if I’m going to be competing against these boyfriends.”

Your hands are against his chest to push him away. “Ugh, take me home.”

“You aren’t staying the weekend?” Jungkook pouts his lips slightly. “We have to finish binge watching Law & Order.”

“You’re right.” you sigh for a moment. “And here I thought I had a chance to get rid of you.”

“You never can.” Jungkook’s right hand slaps your ass. You yelp, but it was only a gesture to bring you closer to him. He pecks your lips. “Let’s get going. We have the entire weekend ahead of us.”

The night shouldn’t have ended like this. You told yourself that you and Jungkook wouldn’t be entangled together - especially since you were watching Law & Order - there was no way Jungkook could ignore such an amazing series to get his cock wet.

But Jungkook had.

It started with light touching. Jungkook’s bed is soft and it’s easy to be comfortable. He had gave you a shirt to wear - even if you had a weekend's worth of clothes - he insisted it would be best. You were certain he just wanted you in his shirt to appear more domesticated.

Your first mistake was not wearing anything but the shirt and panties. Jungkook’s hands wandered upon your skin, his body dangerously close to yours. His hips would rut against your ass, prying hand going beneath the oversized shirt. “Just one kiss, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” was what he said - and you caved.

Of course it could never be one kiss. One peck led to him begging for more - and more. It led to him flipping you to face him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass to bring you closer to him. It continued with you being on top of him, tongues fighting against one another. His hands stayed upon your ass, rubbing gently as you and he kissed.

“We’re missing the show.” you protest, breaking free of the heated kiss.

“We can always go back.” Jungkook eyes you with hooded eyes. “You look so pretty in my shirt.” he murmurs.

“Shut up, simp.” you roll your eyes jokingly.

“I can never compliment my girl without getting called a simp.” Jungkook tsks. His hands rub up your rib back down to your waist to your thighs. “It’s true, though. I wanna wake up with you like this every day.”

“I would have to actually be your girl for that to happen.” you retort. You gently grind against him, lips flashing him a mischievous grin.

“You are my girl.” Jungkook hisses low, hands squeezing your hips to keep you firmly against him. “I got you in my shirt, don’t I?”

Jungkook and his logical comebacks. Damn him.

“I got you to stay with me this weekend, right?” Jungkook continues, his tongue coating his lips with moisture.

“So?”

Jungkook manages to lift himself up without disrupting you. You and he are face to face now, your thighs caging him in between you.

“So that makes you my girl.” Jungkook pecks your lips. “I know you like being called my girl, Y/N. Each time I say it you grind against me a little harder.”

Truly, fuck Jeon Jungkook because damn was he right.

“Exactly.” Jungkook murmurs, and for a second you believe he’s going to say something else - a comment that would indicate just how “down bad” you were for him. But no, Jungkook continues to stare at you.

You shift in his lap and with that, Jungkook blinks. “You’re really pretty.”

You frown, knitting your brows together in an attempt to be annoyed - even if your heart did jolt.

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook continues, his arms embracing you. “Far too stubborn to admit.”

“Is this how you ask out all your girls?” you snort, but feel yourself melting in his warm embrace. “Just demand for them to be with you?”

“There you go, Y/N.” Jungkook chuckles. “You go in that head of yours and start being delusional and fantasize me being with other girls.”

“Excuse me?” Delusional?

“Why are you adamant on me having multiple girls?” Jungkook gently kisses your forehead just because he knows it annoys you - his random acts of affection or kindness in a situation that is deemed “serious”.

You shrug your shoulders. “You fit the fuck boy aesthetic.” was all you say.

Jungkook snorts. “You think I have girls lining up to suck my dick in exchange for streaming services?”

You gasp. “We said we wouldn’t bring that up!” you hiss.

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry.” Jungkook smiles. “I just don’t see how you think I’m a fuck boy even now. I barked in order to meet your parents. I’m still getting laughed at in the groupchat.”

You suppress your own laughter, only giving Jungkook a grin.

“I basically fund your whole lifestyle. I think that’s far beyond a fuck boy.” Jungkook adds - but not in a way to throw it in your face or to appear as though you need him to.

“A sugar daddy at best.” you shrug, but even you can’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on Jungkook’s face. “You do know you aren’t obligated to buy me things.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes - it was the same song and dance as before. He’d get you something he heard you speak about once a few days prior - you would insist it wasn’t a need, but the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to keep doing it.

“As my girl…” Jungkook places a kiss at the nape of your neck. “...it’s required of me to.”

“Until you get bored and throw me to the side.” you feel Jungkook’s teeth bite down on your neck.

“You do everything but admit you like me, baby.” Jungkook presses you firmly against him. “I’m beginning to think that’s what you want me to do so you can remain in denial.”

Jungkook’s hands go beneath the large shirt of his you wore. Your skin is so soft and smooth - the both of you shudder.

“You’re okay.” you murmur, biting your lip when you feel both of his hands engulf your breasts.

“Just okay?” Jungkook’s tongue twirls on the spot he bit. “I can have you on your back begging for me in seconds, baby. Nothing about me is ‘just okay’.”

Your play hard to get was not going to last - especially not now. The cocky Jungkook was creeping in, and he knew that your words were nothing but bluffs.

“I’m sure I would be the same way with someone else.”

You couldn’t help it. It was a game for you at times to rile up Jungkook. He was the jealousy and competitive type - he had to prove that he was the best at any and everything he did.

“You want me to fuck you so bad.” Jungkook chuckles, but you can hear the slight irritation in his voice - deep and raspy; ready to prove you wrong. You shudder slightly as goosebumps ride across your skin.

You really did. You were already wet enough, his hands and mouth adding to it. There was nothing like Jungkook fucking your petty words right out of you.

“You do this every time, Y/N.” Jungkook bites your neck harshly and you yelp, squirming. “You love messing with me. It must turn you on seeing me fuck the submission into you.”

You swallow thickly to suppress a moan. “I just give you what you want.” you shrug slightly.

“What do I want?”

“Someone to moan for you no matter if it feels good or not.”

You were playing a dangerous game with Jungkook, but it just brings nothing but excitement through you.

You yelp once more when you feel your hair being yanked. “You’re being a bitch again, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, but even he is amused by your attempts. You can never just tell him that you want him - never tell him that you want him to dominate. Instead, you deny or insinuate the opposite just to give him a reason to prove you wrong.

But Jungkook said it once before, he loved your ‘play hard to get’ game you played with him; when he had you it was much more satisfying.

“Isn’t that what you like about me?” you tease, and even in the dim room - law and order playing ignored in the background - you are beautiful to him, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Love it.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly onto yours, his tongue sliding past your mouth. It’s quick and he’s rough, but you cannot protest. His hands are gripping your flesh so hard that you feel as though they’d leave a mark.

Jungkook yanks the shirt off of you, tongue instantly finding both of your breasts. Your legs are wrapped around him, his clothed cock pressing firmly against you.

“Why can’t you be normal?” Jungkook’s lips pops from your nipples, his tongue licking it furiously. “A normal girl would just tell me she wants me to be a little rough and not provoke it out of me.”

Jungkook grips both of your breasts into the palm of his hands and brings both of your nipples into his mouth.Your back arches at the warm sensation pooling through you.

“I-I have to tell you how to fuck like a man?”

There was a new sensation when the words left your mouth and hit Jungkook’s ears. It’s a sensation that shoots straight to your core and leaves your cheek stinging.

The room is silent, Jungkook’s eyes wide watching your reaction for a moment. He’s ready to apologize for not thinking before he slaps you, but it’s your moan that draws him back to reality.

“You liked that?” Jungkook murmurs and you nod, biting your lip. Jungkook grunts, his mind wandering just how far you’d let him go.

Jungkook unwraps your legs from around him and removes himself from the bed. He drags you to the edge of it, you yelping at the sudden movement. Jungkook removes your panties and widens your legs. He’s cocky - through the flashing television light, he see’s how wet you are for him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Jungkook demands.

You swallow, finding it difficult underneath his intense gaze. Jungkook lowers himself, burying his tongue deep within your folds. He forces your legs open each time you threaten to close them. His eyes are locked onto your fluttering ones, watching as you moan and cry for him. You were so beautiful for him - if only you’d allow him to admire your beauty. Oftentimes when he looked your way, you were quick to respond with a witty remark.

“Fuck…” you groan, breaking eye-contact just as he enters his fingers inside of you. You lay your head back and continue to pant.

“You never allow me to treat you nicely.” Jungkook removes his tongue from your clit to spit on it, continuing his pumping. “If you’d let me, I would take good care of you.” Jungkook licks his lips, the wet sounds of your pussy like a melody to his ears. “But instead, you want to be a bitch. I don’t get it.”

“K-Kookie…” you draw out a moan, a hand cupping your breast. You can feel the familiar churning in your stomach. “I’m gonna cum-”

“No you aren’t.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, hand slapping your clit.

Your eyes shoot open, your pussy clenching around nothing. “W-What-”

Your mouth is stuffed with Jungkook’s fingers, your tongue twirling around them.

“See how good you taste?” Jungkook questions, removing his fingers to grip your chin tightly. “I would let you cum but…I’m sure you can always find someone else to do it. Since you enjoy faking so much.”

Your heart is pumping and you flush hot with embarrassment. You aren’t sure what to say - Jungkook had you beat.

“Aw,” Jungkook chuckles. “You look so sad, baby. I can let you cum.”

You swallow, glancing away from Jungkook.

“Is that what you want?”

You nod your head, but Jungkook wants to hear you.

You yelp when your clit is slapped once more. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes!” you try not to moan and sound too desperate, but it’s inevitable.

“Yes what, baby?” Jungkook’s already tugging his bottom half off, his underwear going along with it. His shirt is next, chisel abs in your line of vision that you groan at just the sight. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. You have a mouth any other time.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his cocky attitude.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his amazing dick that has you following along with him. “Please fuck me.” you sigh in defeat. “Please make me cum, Kook.”

“With pleasure.” Jungkook is delighted. He slaps the top of his cock against your clit, licking his lips. “So wet. To think you said someone else can have you like this.”

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that go - you can only imagine how hard he was going to fuck-

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout in surprise at how hard he enters you, his thrusting increasing by the second. Your back slams against the bed with each thrust, and it only bounces back just as hard.

“You can handle it, Y/N.” Jungkook hisses, fingernails digging into your flesh. “You don’t want me to be nice, you don’t want to be my girl…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, panting heavily. Jungkook’s tone appears serious - you’d have to ask later on if your words really got to him like they appeared to have.

“I let you…fuck…” Jungkook’s head hangs, eyes unsure where to focus. Your breast bounced furiously in rhythm with his pounding. Your face is scrunched with pleasure, a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth. “...I let you sit on my face. I let you spend as much of my money as you’d like with no limit. I…”

Jungkook grips your chin once more, forcing you to focus on him. It’s difficult - Jungkook doesn’t allow you a second to breathe, but you don’t want him to.

“And all I really ask you to be is my girl.”

It pains for him to remove himself from you - all he wants is to cum deep inside of you like you’d allow him before. But - his pride and ego got the best of him. If you were going to front as if you didn’t need him to cum, then you weren’t.

“Kook…” you cry in defeat, pussy once more clenching around nothing.

Jungkook laughs, a dark glee in the tone. “And like I said before, Y/N…” your eyes flutter a bit looking at his face - dark lust filled eyes staring right into yours. “...I can have you on your back begging for me, can’t I?”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Your chest heaves. “Fuck you.” you curse at how meek your voice appeared.

“I bet you’d like that baby.” Jungkook plays with your clit slightly. “You’re my girl, right?”

You lick your lips, thighs quivering.

“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” Jungkook centers his tip at your entrance, thumb circling against your wet bud. “That’s all I want from you, baby. You can have anything you want from me…”

Jungkook enters you slowly this time. Your groan is long and deep, your hands reaching out to grab Jungkook’s bicep.

“J-Jungkook.” you trail off - the pleasure now getting to you. You just wanted to cum by him - his hands, mouth, cock, whatever it took.

“Yes, baby?” Jungkook breathes - he’s unsure himself if he’d be able to last long like this and then his ego would be hurt (but then again, he wouldn’t have blueballs).

“Please make me cum, Kookie.” you wail, hot tears falling down your face. You had to look utterly pathetic weeping for dick. Jungkook’s ego was now going to skyrocket and this moment is something he would forever hold over your head - no jokes from you could ever be taken now. “I had you on your back crying for me, baby” - you can hear it now.

But - you were desperate. Jungkook was hot, his dick was amazing and you’d allow him to have this over you.

“I’m your girl, Kookie.”

Jungkook shudders - and now he’s truly satisfied. He pounds into you sloppily, certain that neither of you were going to last long. You’re clenching around him so heavenly, moaning and crying his names that he cannot help but want to cum inside of you each and every time.

“I know you’re close, baby.” you hear Jungkook say, his forehead - moist with sweat - pressed onto yours. “We can come together, okay?”

“Y-Yea…” you nod, but you wrap your arms around Jungkook and press your lips against his. You’re groaning against the kiss, already cumming on his cock.

Jungkook feels the electric shock go through him and he shudders. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook cums inside of you, trembling at the sensation.

Ten minutes it’s what it took for you and Jungkook to come back to reality. You’re sweaty and you haven’t even done anything.

“You wanna shower?” Jungkook’s voice pipes in. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too overboard, right?”

You nod your head. “I’m okay.” you murmur.

Jungkook nods. He kisses your temple. “I can start the shower for you-”

“You aren’t coming?” you ask once you feel Jungkook shuffle on the bed.

“I-I..” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and doe like. He appears completely surprised that you offered such a thing. “You’d like me to?”

You laugh at his expression. How you manage to remove yourself from the bed is beyond you - your legs are shaking with pain that you’re not upset about.

Jungkook feels your hands against his bare chest and he tilts his head, awaiting your response. “I said I was your girl, wasn’t I?” you murmur, sending a kiss to his chest.

In seconds, Jungkook is erect again at just the admission.

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DP X DC

Ao3

The Job Offer

"And why not you?", said the man. "You're intelligent, skilled, and adaptable. Most importantly, you're entertaining. That last part becomes very important when dealing with my kind".

A ring glinted in the dim light as he gestured with his hands. "Plus, there wouldn't be any danger in the first place! Our lot tend to stick to the Rules, you see? And not harming the messenger is most certainly a Rule".

A sip of coffee. Eyes filling with mirth.

"In the off chance that someone did take offence, all you have to do is amuse them for a while, and as I said, you're very good at that. But don't worry, they won't take offence".

Dick Grayson, attention still half focused on the vicious black claws on the man's hand, had to ask, "And why won't they?"

The man's pleasant smile didn't falter. But it did slowly morph into a grin with way too many teeth to be normal. The young vigilante had to suppress a shudder.

When the man?it spoke, the voice resonated. "Because you'll be one of mine. And they won't dare touch what's mine".

The teeth gleamed.

And just as abruptly as it shifted, the air changed, the pressure lifted, and the man was smiling once more.

Dick was left off-footed and tightly clutching the arms of his chair, his breath fogging in the still frigid air. He hadn’t even noticed the temperature dropping.

He looked at the man nonchalantly sitting across from him as if he hadn't just taken years off of Dick's life. The vigilante was not one to scare easily. Yet, mere moments ago, Dick had felt a fear so primal that it was maddening. It was not the kind of fear a human being could evoke, no matter how frightening their actions may be. Dick had seen the worst of Gotham, and Gotham was a cesspit on a good day. But he hadn't ever felt like this before today. If there was ever a question about the humanity of his companion before...well it was answered now.

To be honest, he couldn't quite recall how he got here in the first place. Everything was a blur.

No...not quite. His memories were alright, it's just that his mind couldn’t grasp them.

And every second in this...space, had felt muted. As though he was lying beneath several layers of sheer fabric; he could somewhat feel things, see things, but his senses were muffled.

The spike of fear from before wasn't him breaking through as much as he was allowed to break through, and now he was safely back beneath the dampening cloud once more. It was almost comforting.

Dangerous.

Dick only remembered what had happened in bits and pieces. Being fired from Robin, the legacy he had forged for himself, named after his mother's love, and garbed in Grayson colours.

Being angry and distraught. Not knowing what to do.

It had taken him weeks to reorient himself. A month to gather his composure.

He vaguely recollected a cafe in Jump City. He had been sitting in a booth, contemplating his options...

Someone had sat right across from him, right?

He had looked up…

“Hello. May I sit here?”

“...Sure. Go ahead.”

“Daniel Nightingale.”

“...Richard Grayson.”

" I know. You shouldn’t give out your name so freely by the way. Also, could I have a bit of your time?"

"Um...yeah, sure?"

“Perfect!”

And the next thing he knew, he was Here.

Wherever here was.

(Why had he said yes then? He would never have done that normally.)

At first his mind had been adamant in believing that here was the very same cafe he had been sitting in. But Dick wasn't trained by the man known as the World's Greatest Detective for nothing. However, it had taken him an embarrassing few moments to start noticing the abnormalities.

For one thing, he had been sitting in a booth in a cafe, not at an ornate wooden table, much like the one in Bruce's home office. The only thing the cafe table and this one had in common was that they were both rectangular.

Secondly, their table was covered by a veil. A huge gauzy one hanging from above. But try as he might he couldn't see where it was hanging from, just a yawning darkness.

Finally, he could see shadows moving beyond the veil, and the more he looked, the more bizarre they became. And at one point, the shadows lost all pretence of humanity. They weren't even humanoid, let alone human.

He definitely wasn't in Jump City anymore.

It had taken him even longer to notice the man sitting across him. That he hadn’t left this Daniel Nightingale behind.

Wispy white hair.

"Ah! You noticed so quickly. You really are the perfect fit for the job!"

Green. green eyes.

"Apologies for the veiling. It's necessary however.., some things are not just meant for mortal eyes, you see. Without it, you might just go insane! We wouldn't want that now would we?"

Unnaturally pale skin.

"Enough dillydallying! But first, introductions. You may call me either Daniel or Nightingale. By what name would you prefer to be called?”

Something about that question made the ex-Robin’s hindbrain pay attention. The wording of it, the tone…

You shouldn’t give out your name so freely by the way.

Could I have a bit of your time?

Something had felt incredibly off, so he had gone ahead and given one of the alternate names he had been thinking of taking up now that Robin was over.

“You may call me Nightjar.”

Nightingale had looked incredibly pleased then. And a bit smug too.

“Let me cut to the chase then Nightjar. I’m here to offer you a job. You’re a perfect fit for the role. We offer excellent compensation, and flexible work hours. Considering you’re out of work now that you’ve been fired from Robin, I believe my offer would be interesting for you.”

For some reason, perhaps because of all the strange things that happened, the fact that Nightingale seemed to know his alter ego hadn’t surprised Dick. Instead of asking how he came to know about this particular information, including the fact that he got fired, he decided to keep the conversation rolling on this supposed job offer. He had an inkling that he won’t get anywhere even if he asked, so might as well mine some information by making the other man talk.

“What kind of job is it? And what exactly would be included in the compensation?”

In response the man had snapped his fingers, and produced a file out of nowhere. He opened it, turned it around and slid it across the table. Dick started. Nightingale made a go ahead gesture, a smile on his lips once more. Dick gingerly dragged it a bit closer, and took a look.

“As you can see Nightjar, the position being offered is that of a courier. Due to many reasons, delivery across the realms is a cumbersome affair, not the least due to political complications. The best system to lay down in this situation was to have an impartial party be in charge of the work. You can say that I am a representative of the aforementioned impartial party that took over the role. If you would turn a page over-

Dick had dutifully turned the page.

-you’d see that we offer great compensation. In addition to your salary, you’ll receive health insurance, life insurance, death insurance, medical insurance, dental, vision care insurance, paid vacation time, overtime pay, paid time-off, flexible time-off, paid medical leave, free medical care, maternity leave, paternity leave, all other forms of parental leave, a good retirement package, loan assistance, wellness programmes, child care assistance, regular bonuses, promotions, raises, accommodation, a provident fund, and a whole host of other benefits that are clearly listed on the page. And of course at the end right there is our offered starting salary, which is highly negotiable up to the amount listed right below it. Please take as much time as you need to read through them.”

To say Dick had been overwhelmed was an understatement. He hadn’t thought that this was going to be an actual, honest to God job offer. If anything he just thought the entire job thing was an excuse or prelude to something much worse. But as he parsed through the file, getting increasingly bewildered as the man rattled on, he had to admit that this really looked like a weird recruitment effort. And then his eyes had fallen on the salary figure, and the amount to which it could be negotiated upwards, and he froze. Because even for the ex-ward of a billionaire, it was a ludicrous number. He couldn’t even accurately count the zeros on the thing. Even Wayne Enterprises wouldn't be able to match a deal like this.

At that thought Dick had felt a pang of pain as he remembered Bruce still hadn’t called him, or even made an attempt at apologising. There were no texts, no missives. Just radio silence. The pain in his chest increased and Dick had felt the ever returning feeling of being unmoored. He pushed those feelings to the furthest corners of his mind. He had to focus now.

Feeling marginally calmer, he had taken a deep breath and closed the file. He looked up at Nightingale who had been watching him avidly over the rim of a coffee cup which definitely wasn’t there before, and asked the most pertinent question.

“Why me?”

And now they are here.

Dick scoffed at the white haired being’s answer. Oh he didn’t doubt that it was the truth. By now he had somehow come to an understanding of how this worked. It was fae rules. Meaning he had to watch his mouth. Similarly Nightingale won’t lie, but he can certainly obfuscate.After all withholding information wasn’t technically a lie, especially if it was masked with a half-truth. In other words, Nightingale hadn’t lied, but that wasn’t all there is to it. And Dick wasn’t going to let it slide.

“How am I supposed to believe you to be a good employer if you’re already lying?”, he asked outright. You know, like a reckless fool.

Nightingale’s pleasant smile instantly froze, and then it gained an edge. A sharp, lethal edge.

“I don’t lie”, the man said, a cold cadence to his voice.

Dick could feel the figurative whetted blade on his throat, but he pressed forward. This was the first time he had taken blood in this fiasco and he wasn’t going to concede just like that.

“Lying by omission, is still lying.”

Nightingale’s entire mien darkened, and frost spread across the table. Dick didn’t back off.

There was silence. Suffocating silence. And then the vergals receded and Nightingale sat back with a satisfied air. Dick blinked in surprise.

“Good. You didn’t cower.”

Dick sat back on his own chair, his breath fogging in the still cold air. “Was that a test?”

Nightingale took another sip of his coffee. Was it even coffee? It looked like coffee, but who knows what anything is in this bizarre space. Certainly not Dick.

“It was a test. The position of a courier in this part of existence requires mettle, and a strong mind. You would be dealing with beings ranging from the divine to the demonic. I’m sure you know they are a stubborn lot. You’ll have to stand up to them often. Plus you would be representing Us. We can’t have an unprincipled, craven fool take the job can we now? So I had to test you. Congratulations! You passed with flying colours.”

Dick glared at the man. “I still haven’t agreed to anything. And you still haven’t told me why I was chosen.”

Nightingale chuckled. It was an unnatural, but pleasant sound. “Aah you caught that. Very well then.”

He clasped his hands together and put them on the table, bringing Dick’s attention to the black, razor sharp claws once again, as well as to the extremely ominous ring he wore on his left hand’s little finger.

“You were chosen because you are a multiversal constant. This job requires much interdimensional, interuniversal travel, and a multiversal constant is ideal for the role. And before you ask, a multiversal constant is essentially someone whose soul acts as a consistent axis across worlds through indelible aspects of their existence. They are rare, and their axial quality makes multiversal travel easy for them.”

The white haired entity’s eyes shone in the dim light. “You are a multiversal constant Nightjar. Centred around your potential, And also, I know you will agree to do the job. So I’m not worried.”

Even as he struggled to process what was just revealed, Dick found the energy to scowl at the impishly grinning man. “And how would you know? What’s in it for me? All I’m seeing is a job, the benefits of which, doesn’t make up for how dangerous it is.”

“But you will accept it nonetheless”, replied Nightingale with an amused air. “Think about it. You’ve been fired from Robin but still intend to continue being a vigilante, and vigilantism is expensive work. Now that you don’t have the Wayne coffers to pull from, you would have to find alternate means to acquire resources. You’re brilliant and I have no doubt you will find those resources and do spectacularly under your new mantle. But that would take time. And calling in favours that could either be used somewhere else, or make you indebted to someone. The salary this job provides you will allow you to finance your quest for justice, and still have plenty leftover. Not to mention the other benefits, such as the free medical care provided by Us, people who will never question your injuries the way a normal hospital might, or put your civilian identity at risk like a back alley doctor.”

Nightingale’s verdant eyes stared a hole through Dick as he spoke. “You wanted to get out of Batman’s shadow. This is your chance, Nightjar.”

The young vigilante had to give it to Nightingale. The man sure knew how to pitch an offer. He found himself agreeing to most of what Nightingale said, especially the finances part but he still wasn’t going to agree to a job that would put him in the crosshairs of gods and demons. That was just monumentally stupid.

“You make good points”, Dick said as he slid the file sitting idle on his side to Nightingale. “But I’m still not gonna agree.”

Nightingale slid the file back over to him without missing a bit.

“If I thought you were the type to easily capitulate I wouldn’t have approached you in the first place,” the man said, not a single sign of ire at Dick’s repeated refusal in his voice. In fact he seemed rather glad Dick was being difficult.

“You want to know more about being a multiversal constant correct? That is not the kind of information you’ll find lying around on earth.”

A pitch black claw scraped across the table, but there was no noise, and the deep scratch left behind instantly stitched itself back together, the tabletop pristine once more.

“By now you must have a rudimentary idea of the world you are being invited into. You would not have called yourself Nightjar otherwise. You also know that this is not a world Batman has access to.”

The man pointed opened his right palm, still resting on the table, and brilliant emerald fire blazed to life on it. Something in Dick’s lizard brain told him this fire ran cold rather than hot.

“Magic and everything associated with it is not something the Dark Knight can handle by his usual methods. And magic is just one of the aspects of our Realm. An infinite more mysteries keep it company. This world is yours for the taking. No mortal would be able to access what you can and you would be able to help so many people.”

Blue eyes met green.

“This will set you apart from Batman once and for all. An identity that no one can take away from you at their whim. Just think of this as your day job, as being a CEO is for Bruce Wayne.”

Nightingale clasped one of Dick’s hands resting on the table and transferred the fire over to it. Dick stared as the flame danced merrily in his palm. It really was cold. By the time he had his wits about him, the fire had vanished. Nightingale had seemingly finished his coffee, as the cup was nowhere to be seen.

Dick glanced at the white haired man who watched him calmly. Then he took the file and started reading through it. If he was going to take this job, he was going to make sure to read the fine print. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spy Nightingale’s gleaming, triumphant smile. Dick couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

He didn’t know how much time it took for him to read the file completely. Time ran strangely in this space. What he did know was there was an ornate, silver pen right next to him, which definitely wasn’t there before. He had to roll his eyes at Nightingale's antics.

Nonetheless he uncapped it, admiring the craftsmanship for a moment, and signed on the dotted line in his Alfred approved best cursive, bells, whistles, hoops and all.

Nothing happened. Dick felt kinda disappointed. He had thought signing a magical contract with a possible fae creature would be a little less anti-climactic. Across from him, Nightingale chuckled as if he could read his mind. Could he?

He slid the file over once more, this time for last. Nightintingale just skimmed through before sliding over an envelope.

“Your appointment letter”.

“You had that ready?”

“Of course.”

Dick snorted inelegantly at that. Obviously the man had foreseen how this would go. That should make him more wary than what he was feeling, but just as he had known the fire was cold before, he knew Nightingale wouldn’t harm him. Bruce would call him an idiot for this kind of illogical thinking, but Bruce wasn’t here now was he?

He was about to shove another medley of complicated emotions down, when Nightingale reached over and viciously ran a claw down his right arm. Blood spurted in a gruesome display and Dick scrambled back, chair falling down, and his body hitting the surprisingly sturdy veil.

“What was that about?”, he shouted as he clutched his bleeding arm to his chest. Just when he had thought the man didn’t mean him any harm…

Nightingale had the audacity to look nonplussed. He simply brought his palms up as if to show he meant no harm, but it was a moot point when one of his claws was dripping with Dick’s blood.

“Just testing something”, the man said calmly.

“Testing what?’, Dick asked angry and confused.

In response, Nightingale simply pointed to his arm.

“What? Testing whether your claws could tear me apar-”

He stopped short. There, before his eyes, the flesh of his arm was knitting itself together. In mere moments, the wound was gone, not even a scar where it should be. Dick was reminded of the table from before. What just happened?

“What did you do to me?”, he asked, voice soft, and emotionless.

“Don’t worry. It's your compensation. Part of your medical aid.”

He waved his hand, and the blood vanished. “Do sit down, Nightjar. Lets order something to eat.”

Robotically Dick walked to the table once more. The upturned chair was somehow rightened, already pulled out as if waiting for him.

“That was a healing factor”, he said rather than asked.

Nightingale nodded unbothered. “Yes, you’ll be needing that in your line of work.”

The veil opened and admitted a two-headed woman in, carrying trays of food in her four arms.

When she left, Nightingale eagerly took up his cutlery, looking excitedly at what looked like a luminescent crepe. He glanced at a shell-shocked Dick and frowned.

“Please eat. It's safe to consume, now that you’re one of us. If you’re worrying about your job, don’t. You have been assigned an excellent mentor in Harker. The White Grim will train you well.”

With that, he dug in, clearly enjoying his glowing crepe.

Dick just stared at the man, at his no longer injured arm, and sighed. Might as well eat. He hadn’t gotten to eat anything at the cafe and was beginning to feel hungry.

He scooped a spoonful from what seemed like an overly fancy bowl of cereal.

One of them huh?

He took a bite.

#dp x dc #My contribution to the agenda of more Dick Grayson in dp x dc #Ghost King Danny kinda forgot to human #In professional settings he emulates Clockwork #He doesn't know that because of how he looks he seems more mischievous but dangerous Fae King than Ghost King #Nobody tell him #He just doesn't have Clockwork's ancient and wise vibe #The infinite Realms offer the best employee benefits in the Omniverse #Shout out to the real ones that saw my boy Jonathan Harker #our very good friend #thanking @see-arcane for the inspiration for the White Grim title #much obliged #Courier AU

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jwirecs · 10 months

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hello, hello! here are my nct recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

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↳ somewhere between testing eyeshadow palettes and mascara wands, renjun tests the prospect of loving you (i love me some soft renjun. soft renjun is prob in my top 5 fics to read about in nct. like how can you not enjoy reading soft renjun fics?????)

Ready For Love || @jnnul💕✅💯💯💯

↳ a boy who has never taken a relationship seriously. a girl who is seriously over relationships. when they end up finding each other, will they let their ideas of what a relationship should be like ruin their relationship before it even starts? (the concept of one person believing in one thing and the other person believing in another but they come to one accord to overcome the obstacle is amazing. literally as op has said in their warnings "match made in heaven", they truly are and i love that.)

Misses Suh? || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅💯

↳ (there was not exact summary, but if you remember the jeongs fics from this author then i present you the suhs. stop i freaking love these fics from them. i hope theres going to be more suhs.)

Silent Treatment || @polarisjisung💕💔✅

↳ your boyfriend broke some guy's nose for you, but what he doesn't realise is he also broke his promise to you (how does one give jeno the silent treatment???? easy, pretend to be oc cause thats what i did. LOL LIKE HOW CAN YOU GIVE THIS MAN THE SILENT TREATMENT. mans gonna be looking at you with them eyes and you are just gonna fold. gosh hes adorable and sht)

Trauma || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

↳ Being the son of the famous Nam Goongmin came with a heavy price to pay for Jaemin. Though Taeyong managed to get Jaemin out of his father’s mafia business and helped him to heal, there was still some trauma that Jaemin had yet to face. Until he came across a girl that he would soon learn that he can’t always run from his problems (the fact that the story lowkey connects with the other fics that they have is a gold mine. my ass is out here re-reading everything from the beginning aka the first one all the way to this one while i wait for the next one.)

Enough For You || @midmourn💔✅💯

↳ you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't. (brb let me just sit in the corner real quick. stop, i need more angst nct fics to satisfy my angst side. like you can just feel the hurt that the oc is feeling, cause i know for a fact everyone has been through this once in their life time.)

I'm A Mouse, Duh! || @springseasonie🔞✅

↳ Nomin in police costumes and Y/N in a "mouse" costume (it's literally just lingerie). Will they fuck? Keep reading to find out! (1. i love the mean girls reference. that movie is a classic. 2. another roommate threesome, i may have a problem. BUT THATS FINE. this fic was hella good.)

I Wanna Make You Scream || @nctsplug02🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ (johnny in a scream mask?????????? sir???????? HELLOOOOOOOOO????? like god this fic is, oh child.)

Rent Is Due! || @starillusion13🔞✅💯

↳ (theres no summary, but do you know what else is due??? my insanity after reading this fic. like god dam. had to take a moment to breathe after finishing the fic.)

Strawberry Cough || @hazyhae🔞💕✅

↳ when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that, and maybe even more. (the fact that jaemin automatically has a stock of the strawberry flavor for the oc is cute as sht. mans literally fell in love at first sight.)

The Day That I Met You I Started Dreaming || @nctstar💕✅💯

↳ You watched in satisfaction as the imprint of your lips stained a faded red colour, two semi-circles adorned by fine lines. The smell of strawberry wafted gently, so subtle you could have missed it. Yet, his voice rang in your ears. “You taste so sweet, baby. You always do.” (stop, i think this was one of the "long" jungwoo fics that i have read so far. i should start reading more jungwoo fics ngl. i honestly like how the story went. like it was at a good pace. not too rushed and not too slow, at the perfect pace. )

They're Roommate || @luvyeni🔞✅

↳ maybe those “jokes” your roommates play on you aren’t actually jokes (nomin threesome??? let me at it. lord have fcking mercy on me)

Young God || @jaeminvore🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ in which you were essentially scammed into cohabiting with a ridiculously clingy demon that lives off of sex. It could be worse. At least he staved off from sucking your soul out in exchange of you sucking something else—among other things (demon hyuck is a menace but hes a cute menace you know. hes gonna be like your bffl demon. i honestly fully enjoyed this one so much, like you dont understand. the mans a cute ass menace)

NCT 127 Texts || @phoxphenex💕✅💯

↳ Baby 127 Calling Dad on Tour (stop i cant wait for them to be parents. like these fans are gonna have to grow a pair of balls and suck it up that these mens are gonna be parents in the future. like can u imagine their kid just texting them. their kid will have them on their knees i swear.)

NCT Dream Texts || @jenosz💕✅💯

↳ Jeno boyfriend texts (the way that i fcking cackled at the first one. i cant, that was literal GOLD. ngl thats prob something i would say to my boo, if i had one LMAO)

NCT Dream Texts || @midmourn💕✅

↳ Your mom hasn't paid me this month (stop jisung would be the one to actually tell his mom. protect this lil sprout.)

8:57PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳(faster/2 baddies era jaehyun has me on a fcking chokehold im not gonna lie.)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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miakate-writes · 8 months

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heyyy do you think you could do more roommates to lovers prompts?? thank you! love ur stuff 🤍🤍

Roommates to lovers prompts [part whatever]

[a/n: hi sorry this request took literally forever, i have no motivation rn but im trying lol]

the classic *had a nightmare* “can i sleep in your bed tonight”

making meals together except one of them is just sitting on the counter while the other does all the work

one coming home to the other with unexpected snacks :)

pillow fightsssss

cleaning each others room while the other is out to see their reaction when the other one comes back

their first kiss is defo by accident

borrowing each other's clothes if the laundry isn't done yet

fighting over the wifi because one of them is trying to watch a youtube video but the other has an actually important meeting to log on to but they can't because the other one is using ALL THE WIFI

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joosthead · 7 days

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ahhh i accidentally dropped the next part of normal au snippet ahhhh whoopsie me oh noooo they’re such good friends who sleep together oh god oh fuckkk

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, ANTI RPF DNI

#normal au #joost klein smut #joost klein x reader #joost klein fanfiction #joost smut #joost x you #junohead speaks #i love me some friends with benefits #juno’s snippets #juno’s smut #writing updates

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explicit-tae · 1 year

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Ungodly Hour (2)

You’re encouraged by Chaeyoung, your roommate, to use Jungkook thirst for you to your advantage.

Word Count: 2.314

Warning: smut, dirty talking, thirsty jk as always, also simp jk, facesitting, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, semi-rough sex, jimin and mc are friendemies,

“Bitch.” Jimin murmurs beneath his breath as he passes you and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“So sassy.” you quip, a smirk forming onto your lips.

“Don’t listen to him.” Jungkook pipes in, holding two cases of water bottles in his arms. You furrow a brow, eyes admiring (in secret) how the veins on his arms pulse. “He’s just mad he had to help bring the groceries in.”

Jimin drops a few bags against your kitchen table and rolls his eyes. “I was promised breakfast. Instead I’m walking up three flights of stairs to put food in your kitchen.”

Jungkook scoffs, placing your water gently by the other two packs already on the ground inside the kitchen. Chaeyoung is excited, already putting away the groceries Jungkook - generously - provided. The cabinets were already full enough and she hadn’t even made it to the fridge or freezer. She could kiss Jungkook for the month supply of food - but you were already repaying him.

“Sucks to suck.” you shrug your shoulders when Jimin passed you again with even more bags.

“You would know a lot about sucking.” Jimin retorts.

“You want to fuck me so bad, Jimin.” you laugh and the comment catches Jimin completely off guard. He flushes, but you don’t want to tease the man any more.“You’re just upset, Jungkook kicked you off of his account.” you cross your arms, and this struck a nerve in Jimin.

It was a month ago when Jimin had texted you - getting your number from Chaeyoung - just to tell you that you were everything but a civilized human being. Why? Because you had complained to Jungkook that whenever you were watching something, Jimin also was. And that meant - to satiate you - Jungkook had removed Jimin’s devices from his account and changed the passwords.

“I was binge watching The Real Housewives!” Jimin snaps. “But I suppose pussy is worth our friendship.” the man crosses his arms, eyes glancing at Jungkook.

“You’ll get your breakfast.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. He rummages through his sweats and grabs his wallet. He hands Jimin a black card.

“It’s the least you could do.” Jimin glances your way and rolls his own eyes. He leaves without a second word and all you could do is giggle.

“Do you have anything planned today? Classes?”

You shake your head. You were completely free today and have done so to repay Jungkook for his generous donation.

Jungkook nods. His eyes glance to Chaeyoung who is still happily organizing the insane amount of groceries. She’s humming to herself with a grin on her lips.

“When is she leaving?” Jungkook murmurs, a red tint on his cheeks. He doesn’t want to come across as desperate - but that’s exactly what he was. He had replied far too fast to your tweet (and of course he would, he had your notifications on, afterall) and raced to the Supermarket first thing in the morning.

You stroll towards Jungkook. You wrap your arms around his waist and knit your brows. “I can’t kick Chae out. She lives here, too.”

Jungkook nods, defeated. “We can watch a movie-”

“No.” Chaeyoung calls from the kitchen opening. “I’ll put my airpods in and put the rest of the groceries away. Don’t let me stop you from fucking his brains out.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, flushing even a deeper shade of red. Chaeyoung speaks as if Jungkook isn’t there, her eyes solely on you. “Make sure you go multiple rounds. He bought everything name-brand!”

Jungkook tilts his head.

“Let’s go!” you sing-song, grasping his hand to race towards your room. You open the door and close it behind you and Jungkook.

“You guys must’ve been starving.” Jungkook jokes, his hands immediately on you.

“A little.” you murmur, capturing your lips with his own. Kissing could be considered intimate, but at this stage, you were fucking Jungkook for about anything and for nothing. Sometimes you two weren’t even doing that - you watched movies together, studied whenever needed and just enjoyed each other's company.

“Why didn’t you ask sooner?” Jungkook presses open mouth kisses upon the skin of your neck. He’s already dipping his hands beneath your pajama shorts to feel your ass.

“Just got on birth control.” you respond when he pulls your shorts off of you completely. You fall onto your bed. “Decided to use it to my advantage.”

Jungkook groans, hovering above you. That means that this didn’t have to be a one time thing - he could cum in you as much as you’d let him. “You don’t need to do anything for me, you know?” Jungkook lifts your shirt from your head, discarding it to the side. Your breasts fall freely and he’s already pressing kisses upon them. He does the same to his shirt soon after. “I don’t mind buying you things.”

You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. You never want to admit that his words get to you. Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good heart (and dick) for making you feel things you weren’t suppose to feel outside of sex .

“You must waste so much money on all these girls.” you attempt to sound unbothered by his words. His tongue is already swirling your nipple with his thumb pinching the other. “Fucking s-simp.” he’s grinding against your heat, the friction perfect.

“You know you’re the only one that has access to me.” Jungkook pops your nipple from his mouth. He proceeds to lick, eyes flickering to you. You press yourself tighter against his clothed cock, grinding against it.

“I don’t.” You do - but it does something to you to hear him say it. Maybe it was an ego thing - a pride. It makes your head big just knowing that Jungkook would do anything you asked and expected next to nothing in return.

“You do, Y/N. You know you’re my girl.” Even if the agreement was to keep things completely sexual, to everyone but the two of you, this was a relationship. You hung out outside of sex far too often for this to be a regular friend with benefit type of situation - but it was like the blind leading the blind. “You wanna sit on my face?”

You nod your head hastily. In seconds, Jungkook was beneath you, tugging your underwear off so you could sit on him like he asked. The first time he requested it, you felt indifferent. You never sat directly on anyone before and you were afraid to suffocate him. However, Jungkook insisted and since then, sitting on his face has been your (and his) favorite position to try.

Jungkook isn’t the one to waste time. He’s suckling onto your clit with ease, hands gripping your thighs in place. He loves it more when you grind against his tongue - he enjoys watching you tremble with pleasure. He has the perfect view of not only your leaking pussy, but your breast and your beautiful face. It was the perfect position for him.

You were a truthful person - you’d give Jungkook his flowers. The man is insanely attractive and whenever you sat on his face, you could never last too long. Jungkook always insisted on watching you - he stated he loved the way you always crumbled for him. How you’d moan while grinding against his tongue.

It’s what Jungkook’s doing now. He locks his eyes with yours. He clenches your thighs as an unspoken response.

“S-Stop looking at me.” you whine. You lift your hips, but Jungkook doesn’t allow it. He pulls you back down against his tongue.

“You’re always so stubborn.” Jungkook muffles between your legs. He’s flicking his tongue between your folds. “I know you’re about to cum, baby. Stop being so embarrassed.”

You mentally groan because of course there it was. That word. Jungkook knew how to fluster you - if he meant to do it or not.

“Fine.” you grumble.

Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Now ride my face.” he says. He closes his eyes to not further fluster you, even if he did want to watch you cum right in front of him.

You do as you’re told, grinding your hips against his tongue. Jungkook holds you in place, silently encouraging you to continue. You can feel the familiar bubble deep in your stomach and your hips pick up the pace. You release a deep moan, eyes fluttering close.

Jungkook takes a peek at you, feeling his cock twitch. So beautiful you were. He could watch you like this for as long as you’d let him.

Jungkook knows you’re going to cum once your moans become high pitched and your hips jerk. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your face as you come undone, his cock basically begging for a release.

You feel tired when you move yourself from Jungkook’s lips. You fall against your bed with a sigh.

Licking his lips, Jungkook hovers above you. “Tired?”

You nod your head. “A little.” you always were after cumming on his tongue. It was inevitable.

Jungkook nods. “You hungry? I can…make us something?”

You groan once more. There he was again being nice and doing things to your heart that he wasn’t supposed to do.

“You can after you cum inside of me.”

It’s hard to ignore the bulge in Jungkook’s sweats.

“You sure. It’s okay-”

You slap Jungkook’s chest, interrupting his speech. “Shut the fuck up, Jungkook.” you hiss. “You’re too nice.”

Jungkook snickers. “You want me to be an insensitive asshole?” Yes you did. It made things easier. You told yourself (and Chaeyoung) that you wouldn’t fall for this nice boy act and become far too gone. He made it hard. Offering to make you cum was different than cooking for you.

“You do.” Jungkook hums. “Is that some type of kink?”

“Fuck you.” you hiss. “Maybe I just want you to be a little rough sometimes.”

Jungkook smirks, understanding your tone. You were closing yourself off because you were flustered - and the only way for you to calm yourself was to insult him.

“If that’s what you wanted, it’s all you had to say, baby.” Jungkook pushes his sweats down and kicks it off. His bulge is entirely too huge inside his underwear. “I’d do whatever you ask me to do.”

Shit. There he was again. Jungkook knew what he was doing.

“Turn around.” Jungkook slaps your thigh. “Since you want to be treated like a whore, I'll do just that.”

You may have turned entirely too quickly, but you couldn’t help it.

Jungkook positions himself at your entrance. “Let me know if I’m too rough, okay?”

“Stop being a pussy.”

Jungkook only chuckles.

Jungkook then enters you, you’re so wet that you take him far too easily. He begins his pace brutally, pushing your face down into your pillows. He keeps one hand tangled into your hair while the other grips your hips.

This was new. No, Jungkook wasn’t technically vanilla. He could be rough when needed - but this? This was a new side of Jungkook that has you clenching around him. With each thrust, he hits a nerve, sending you more and more over the edge.

“No back talk?” Jungkook huffs, cracking his hips to fuck into you deeper.

You want to tell Jungkook to go fuck himself, but then he pulls your hair back in a way that has you whimpering for more.

“You always insist on being a bitch.” Jungkook releases your hair to wrap his arms around you. You feel his lips upon your neck, his hips never halting their abusive thrusts.

“But even if you are a bitch, you know I love it.”

“S-Shut up.” you whimper.

Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he flips you onto your back so he can watch you while he fucks you.

“No.” Jungkook spits, continuing the same brutal pace. He has your knees touching your shoulders, the new position allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before. “You don’t like it when I'm nice to you. You want me to treat you like some whore.”

Your eyes are rolling now. There’s no way Jungkook could be fucking you entirely this good that you’re unable to form words.

“But you aren’t some whore to me, Y/N. You know you’re still my girl.” Jungkook places a kiss upon your cheek. “So I’ll treat you like a bitch in heat now, then I’ll cook for us, yeah?”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for your response. He leans back and places his thumb upon your clit. He begins to rub, determined to make you cum again.

You’re stuttering, jerking away from Jungkook, the overstimulation completely unbearable.

“Stop running, isn’t this what you wanted?”

So pretty, Jungkook thinks. You could be a bitch sometimes, but it’s what he likes about you. He enjoys the playful bickering he entertains and your feisty attitude. He enjoys it even more when he does entertain you in these little games you play just for you to lose at your own game - much like how you were now.

Jungkook’s thrusts are sloppy once you cum, a twitching mess beneath him. Your eyes are rolling and you’re no longer trying to hide your moans.

Jungkook presses his lips against yours, grunting into it while he gives one last thrust. His cum shoots inside of you, coating your warm walls.

It takes a few minutes for Jungkook to lay beside you. He feels just as tired as you must’ve felt earlier, panting low to himself.

“You still hungry?”

Your eyelids are fluttering closed, suddenly heavy. “Sleepy.” you murmur, laying your head against Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook wraps an arm around you. “You’re also so cuddly after a good fucking.” he teases.

“Fuck you.”

“I will after our nap.” Jungkook laughs. “We have all day for me to turn you into my little twinkie-”

Your body heats up and you slap Jungkook’s chest, but once again, all he does is laugh.

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hinaaspanda · 2 years

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in case of emergency: break me | l.hs

pairing: fwb! lee heeseung x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content, swearing

genre: angst with a happy ending, crack, smut: oral (f receiving), protected sex, doggy style, dirty talk

wc: 8,828

The moment you and your neighbour, Lee Heeseung, agreed on a no-strings-attached relationship, you knew that there was only one rule you had to follow: don't fall in love. The consequences of breaking that one simple rule? Pure and utter chaos.

a/n; hi again! here is my third installment of my enhypen fic lineup. youd think that since theyre my ults id write abt them more hdsfkkfgdukgf but oh well. also, you've probably noticed a differently layout from before. i'm actually planning on switching it up for future fics so definitely lmk what you guys think! anyways, enjoy! <3

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You were falling in love.

That was your first of many mistakes.

Heeseung was on top of you, his lips grazing the small of your neck in swift, flirtatious pecks. You glanced down, the evening light peeking through the apartment window cascaded off of his bare figure, highlighting his muscular frame. His broad shoulders shielded you from the outside world as he pinned you against the bed, a firm hand gripping the bed sheets. The other hand hung your thigh against his hips, linking your legs around his waist. His hips teasingly thrusted between your legs, lips linking with yours.

“You look beautiful, princess.” Heeseung’s breath grazed your skin, in which its surface burned into flames at his touch. The bambi-eyed figure glistened in the evening starlight. His smile could light up a darkened world if it wanted to, and it certainly never failed to give the pit of your stomach butterflies. Usually, you would just blame these feelings on Heeseung’s smooth words, his flirtatious stare. But tonight? You weren’t so sure.

His lips link up with yours, sealing up each dirty groan that echoes from your throat. You notice your fingers grasping his arms a little harder this time, as if you were afraid to let go, afraid to leave his grasp. You melted into his lips; an ability only Lee Heeseung had.

How could you let this happen?

You remember it as if it was yesterday. Coming home mere minutes before the sun was set to rise, your busted heels in hand. You trot out of the elevator barefoot. Tears stream down your pitiful face as you meet the eyes of your neighbor and close acquaintance, Lee Heeseung, throwing out the trash. You weren’t too close to him, but you were desperate for any type of solace, so you accepted his invitation for drinks at his place.

Automatically, he leads you into his apartment. Your lips hurl themselves into an hour-long rant about your ex, who had just broken up with you that night, as Heeseung pours you a drink. Hours passed, the sun was peeking behind the buildings, and you were in Heeseung’s arms, head hitting against his door as you entrap your lips in sloppy kisses. Together, you let your sensations take over you, and in between pecks and hickeys, you agree to be friends with benefits.

You only had one rule to follow; don’t fall in love. You both agreed that it would just complicate things. For 2 months, everything went according to plan. The two of you relished in each other’s bodies, while managing the distance of staying friends. So, why did it get the best of you now?

Currently, Heeseung’s lips trailed further down, peppering kisses on your lower stomach. Your heart fluttered as he glanced up, his eyes holding yours in a firm grip as he toyed with the fabric of your panties. His fingers traced your clothed lips, toying with your mind. Your breath hitched. A part of you wanted nothing more than to give in and reach down, grabbing his hand by the wrist and leading your body into bliss.

This couldn’t go on.

Gently, Heeseung hooks the fabric in one swoop, pushing the barrier away. You jerked, your body just as confused as your heart. Your legs close, catching his attention, his bambi-like eyes.

“Heeseung?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think we should do this tonight.”

Heeseung propped himself up, chivalrously lending you a hand as well. You watched as his lips parted, as if he was about to say something before he shut himself up. He backed away, giving you as much distance as you needed without sending his figure to the floor. It wasn’t enough, though. Your heart was still racing in his presence. You had to leave.

Without looking at his direction, you hopped off the bed, tossing your clothes on frantically before shuffling your way out of his apartment. Guilt tormented your heart. In truth, you wanted nothing more than to spend your night endlessly relishing his touch. Nevertheless, that was the problem. You wanted him.

Despite going to bed early, you couldn’t sleep a wink that night.

…

Lee Heeseung wasn’t a dumbass.

He knew better than to keep you in his apartment that night. Something did seem odd about you, you seemed uncomfortable, extra soft to the touch. While he couldn’t figure out why, he wasn’t gonna be some jerk who forced you to stay the night. So when you got dressed and headed for the door, Heeseung knew better than to stop you.

Lee Heeseung wasn’t a dumbass. However, in this particular instance, he was quite confused.

The morning sun peeked through the blinds of his apartment window. Heeseung paced around the wooden floor, dust soaring at each quaky step of his bare-foot. His back was still bare, loose-fitting joggers hanging around his hips as he scratched the crown of his head for the um-teenth time in that hour. He sighed, his tongue subtly swiping at his bottom lip, brows furrowed.

Why did you leave?

Was it because of him? Did he hurt you in any way? His teeth picked at his lips as he wandered over to the kitchen. He poured the lukewarm coffee into a large mug and sipped like his life depended on it. As if he’d find all the answers to his problems engraved in the glass. Just to be safe, Heeseung quickly peeked before putting down the glass. What the hell was he doing?

He shouldn’t have to fuss over you so much. It wasn’t like there was anything real between you two, anyways. Your relationship was strictly business, no strings attached. A foolproof plan to take the weight off of each other’s shoulders for a couple of nights a week (okay, maybe more than just a couple). He didn’t need to worry about you.

Except, he did. And right now, he didn’t really catch the memo on ‘foolproof’. Right now, he was as foolish as they come.

Heeseung felt his stomach stirring. Queasing above his joggers. He wondered whether you secretly spiked his coffee before you escaped his arms last night. Heeseung dashed to his closet to throw on the first shirt he could find, before heading out the door.

…

The elevator was supposed to be peaceful. If you were lucky enough, you were able to keep the compact, metallic box to yourself, giving yourself a pleasant start to your morning. It was supposed to be undisturbed.

Instead, you were standing before a very distressed figure. Complete with his gray joggers, a shirt clearly thrown on haphazardly, and untiedーmismatched, too? ーsneakers. The figure stood before the elevator door, palms planted on their knees as they pant in exhaustion. Your brows furrowed, wondering why the elevator doors wouldn’t close faster.

Was Lee Heeseung that desperate to see you?

Heesung steps into the elevator with you, his shoulder rubbing against your tense ones. With his figure snug—a little too snug—at your side, the two of you stand in silence as the elevator makes its slow descent to the apartment’s lobby. Your breath was caught in your throat, panic spinning around you like a life-threatening amusement park ride. You thought you made yourself clear with your cruel escape from his arms, what more did Heeseung need to get the message?

“Uh, hey!” Heeseung stuttered. You winced from cringe coursing through your body. He coughed a lump out of his throat, making you wince again. “Did you sleep alright last night?”

You purse your lips, trying your hardest not to laugh. Not at him, but rather his audacity to ask you that silly question. You most definitely had a good night’s sleep, especially after that god forbidden revelation you had just moments before.

“Uh, yeah,” You mutter under your breath.

The silence was unbearable; crawling underneath your skin like some unwanted pest. You tapped your foot against the tile floor; anything to pass the time. The absolute dreadful time you were having. Your skin grew ice cold. Why couldn’t this damn elevator move any faster?

“So, I-”

As if God was able to hear your very repetitive prayers, the doors of the elevator pinged open. It was a miracle. In a hurried step, you make your way out of the metal box. Without looking back, you huff, interrupting the poor boy left behind.

“I don’t think we should meet up anymore.” Your voice was stern. Cold. Like a wall crafted from ice and brick. Unattainable.

The elevator doors close a second after, leaving the poor, bambi-eyed boy to be devoured in its wake. Your body flooded with guilt, ripping your heart out of your chest mere minutes before smashing it into pieces. You hated seeing him so alone, so confused. A part of you wanted nothing more than to run back to him, reclaim your place snuggled back in his arms. The last thing you wanted was to rip yourself away from his warmth. But alas, that wasn’t possible. This was the only suitable punishment for breaking the one rule you set for yourself; not to fall in love.

…

“Just put those in the kitchen,” Sunghoon’s voice sounded strained as it rang in your ears. If you had to guess, it’s probably from the countless boxes he’s spent the afternoon carrying back and forth. All in an effort to move into his new apartment. You trailed behind him, carrying an array of boxes yourself. You followed your friend’s words, placing the cardboard boxes on the floor of his new kitchen. Sunghoon followed suit, placing his boxes on the floor beside you before cracking his back in relief. “Thanks again for helping out, by the way,”

“No problem!” You lined up the boxes in a more organized fashion. You honestly didn’t mind helping your best friend move into his new apartment. After all, you knew he would have done the same; it was natural for you to help Sunghoon out for things like this.

And besides, you were free for the afternoon, and you desperately needed a distraction from that bambi-eyed boy that lived beside you.

The two of you began busying yourselves, unpacking Sunghoon’s belongings and placing around the once barren apartment. You felt calm; putting away Sunghoon’s utensils without any unease. Placing the last of the silverware into the drawer, you pressed the compartment shut. Your teamwork was seamless, your stress seemed to fade away through the exhaust pipes of the building.

You felt too calm. Like the calm air moments before a terrible, devastating storm.

“Oh right,” Sunghoon chirped as he placed the last of the plates into the cabinet. “Jake’s coming over to help, too.”

You shrugged, the thought never grazing your mind. Well, it did, until Jake actually arrived.

With Lee Heeseung at his side.

Fuck.

…

You never thought you’d be spending your Saturday afternoon curled up in Sunghoon’s new bathtub, hiding from the one and only Lee Heeseung. Your breaths shortened, body frozen as sweat pooled at your temples. A gulp shoots down your throat anxiously. You couldn’t bear to move even a muscle under this heaving pressure. What the hell were you supposed to do? Just face the guy you stupidly fell for?

You’d rather die a slow, painful death than ever admit this out loud, but you did miss what you had with the bambi-eyed boy. The relationship you had before the cold, ruthless rejection you dropped upon him like a life-size boulder. Before the reckless agreement of friends with benefits. Back when you were strictly, innocently neighbours.

Without all of those messy labels, maybe you could’ve had something more.

You smack each cheek with your palms. No, you couldn’t think this way. You couldn’t think of Heeseung any more than you already have. He had already stolen your heart, hiding it steep beneath his grasp. What you needed to do was steal it back, with all the force and cruel words you could use.

You had to fall out of love. No matter what.

Without warning, the creak of the door hinge echoes through the confined bathroom. You throw your body back, the shock bouncing through your veins. A series of shuffling follows, and your breath hitches in your throat. Your hands fly to your mouth, concealing any peep that could escape as the shuffling grows lounder, and a voice trails closely behind. A familiar voice.

“—Just leave it here, right?” Lee Heeseung shouted through the door of the washroom. A voice—presumably Sunghoon’s—murmurs an affirmative response before Heeseung does as he’s told and you scoff under your breath. If he was so obedient, why was he so stubborn with your heart? Your pupils shook in fear, your breaths growing heavy with each turn. With your hands still attached to your lips, you gulp.

“What was that?” Heeseung’s loitering figure murmured to himself. Your eyes dried out from staying open for so long, fear absolutely penetrating your body. His shuffling steps grew closer. And closer. His shadow painted onto the plastic shower curtain growing bigger with each of his curious steps, enveloping your sad, pitiful frame. “Is someone there?”

You’re fucked.

A soft chuckle echoes from the other side of the shower curtain, throwing you off. “Guess I’m hearing things,” Heeseung finally says before walking away, swiftly shutting the bathroom door. You emerge from the shadows, pushing the shower curtain to the side as you huff the biggest sigh of your life.

You’re such a coward.

…

Heeseung couldn’t help but stay quiet amidst Jake’s rambling as the two of them drove away from their friend’s new apartment. It was natural, given the heavy sense of disappointment weighing atop his shoulders. Heeseung stared out the window, his eyes trailing each streetlight that flew past his view from the passenger seat. The driver, Jake Sim, took quick notice of his silence, his smile fading as he turned to Heeseung’s attention. “What’s wrong?”

Heeseung only murmured a response, earning a sigh from the now know-it-all driver. “I told you, she wasn’t gonna show.”

The bambi boy pursed his lips, sinking further into the leather of the car seat. Jake’s words already had a sense of familiarity to them; he already knew you wouldn’t show up at Sunghoon’s. You made that abundantly clear the moment you shunned him off entirely back at the elevator this morning. The moment you escaped his arms the night before, leaving him barren and empty. It was written in the stars, and yet, Heeseung refused to use his telescope.

Jake heaved another sigh, his brows furrowing as he kept his eyes on the road. “You gotta give it up, man. Don’t waste your time on her. Hell, you two aren’t even dating!”

Jake was anything but wrong. You and him never went past the label of ‘friends with benefits.’ So, why was he stuck here mourning you like you were something more? “I guess, but–”

“Tell you what, Minji from my calc. class is single right now. What if I set you two up?”

Heeseung couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the trees that swayed outside his car window. He mindlessly fiddled with his fingers—mindlessly, due to the fact that his mind was now occupied with the thought of you. Who was he kidding? You’ve infected his mind for a while now, ever since he lost the sense of your touch that night. He thought back to the image of your back, walking further and further away from him. He thought back to the quick turn of your head, seconds before the elevator door closed. He thought back to your words. Words that stabbed his chest like a diamond encrusted dagger.

We shouldn’t see each other anymore.

Heeseung’s eyes finally met his driver’s, who was taking curious glances at his good friend. He picked at his lips.

“Alright”

…

Did God hate you?

You had to ask because ever since you rejected the bambi-eyed Lee Heeseung, you’ve been living in absolute turmoil. And today was no different.

“You stopped seeing him?” Sunghoon quizzed through his mouthful of food. You simply cocked an eyebrow, baffled at how slow your supposed best friend was to the news. He drilled into another bite of his burger, whilst you slowly popped another fry into your mouth. “How come?”

A shrug danced off of your shoulders, fingers popping another fry into your mouth like clockwork. You figured that the answer was fairly obvious, considering your heart has been reeling the effects for weeks now. The answer had turned your life into a minefield; one small reminder of him, and you were sent into an idiotic frenzy. Another fry swam into your mouth, eyes diverting from your friend as shame overtook you. On second thought, maybe Sunghoon was right not to notice; maybe you were going insane over nothing.

“Things just sorta fizzled,” You absolute liar.

“Well, there’s other guys out there, you’ll be fine!” Sunghoon leaned back with a smile.

Potato mush slid down your throat, your tongue growing sour at Sunghoon’s sentiments. It felt foregin; being with anyone else but Lee Heeseung. Another fry leaps into your mouth, slowly nodding to Sunghoon’s words. God, you’re such a liar.

Sunghoons eyes, in the snap of a second, spill from their sockets, jerking forward as he nearly spits out his drink. He gulps, his eyes never leaving the perplexing view behind you. “Speak of the devil.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have looked back. Maybe you shouldn’t have let your curiosity get the better of you. At least then, you wouldn’t have to watch Lee Heeseung sit down at the same diner, with another girl on his arm. Minji from your calculus class, to be exact.

You choked. You grew dizzy, sick to the stomach. The more you heard Heeseung’s affectionate chuckle, his date’s giggles to his dumb dad jokes; the more you felt an uncomfortable swirl grow at the pit of your stomach. And the more your mind began to wander, stubbornly. Wander back to the times you spent with him, the times he spewed out dumb jokes for you to laugh at. You thought you were going to faint. You needed to get out of here.

“So-”

“Do you wanna check out that new ice cream place downtown?”

You spat your words out in one single, panicked breath, not bearing to take your next one until Park Sunghoon answers your question. Your friend cocks an eyebrow up, his eyes darting back to his food tray—complete with an unfinished meal.

“I mean sure, but we haven’t finished our food?”

“I don’t want it anymore.”

“But you want ice cream?”

You nod as if you didn’t seem completely insane. “Yeah! Now let’s go!”

Without waiting for him, you shoot up from your seat, strategically hiding each leftover fry so it only looks like mere crumbs on your food tray. With confusion lining his face, Sunghoon shoves the rest of his burger into his mouth, grossly managing to spew a response to your apparent eagerness. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, jeez!”

You practically bolted out the door. After all, the last thing you needed was to catch a glimpse of Lee Heeseung at that god forsaken diner.

…

His bambi eyes pierced through you.

You stood frozen before your wide open doorframe, practically welcoming him with open arms with its vacant stance—something you didn’t quite agree with, yourself. Nonetheless, he lets himself in, pushing past you swiftly. Like a fairy dancing in the wind, he aligns your body with his, and gently rests you against the wall, one hand hugging your waist, while the other cups your cheek. Your heart was racing, leaping out of your heaving, quaking chest. The head above you spun endlessly. You needed to get out, or kick him out at the very least. And yet, here you were, stuck in his heated trance.

His eyes bore a sense of hunger, starvation as he stared into yours. They weren’t much of an innocent deer anymore, but rather had the glint of an angry lion. His jaw tensed, as if he was holding back, restraining himself as he lifted your hand, gently kissing your knuckles. Your stomach flipped inside out, heart fluttering away. Your skin burnt to the touch, breath shaking beneath his. He dipped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck before hushing a whisper into your ear.

“I want you.”

You gulp, head spinning. In practically a whimper, you fight back. Well, a poor excuse for a fight anyway. “Heeseung, I-”

He only gritted back, his sharp stare slicing your skin. “I know you want me, too.”

Another gulp shoots down your throat as a certain heat pooled below you. You press your legs together, eyes dipping down to your feet. You wanted him. You wanted Lee Heeseung so bad.

Heeseung’s lips crash onto yours, a groan lifting from him. Your eyes widen at the strength of his movements. It was as if he finally broke free from a prison, a prison without you. With all sense of morale thrown out the window, you swing your arms around him, hugging his neck, pulling your chest against his. His skin fell into flames at your touch, like each millimeter of flesh was a landmine. Your tongues danced from within, fighting back and forth as your hands roamed, dragging your finger all around each other's bodies. Swiftly, Heeseung hooked his arms around your thighs, lifting you from your standing position and carrying you to your couch, his lips ever leaving yours.

The bambi boy sits down, resting your figure atop of him, your legs straddling his lap. Your arms never left his neck as his hands busied himself undoing your top. You thanked yourself for your constant habit of never wearing a bra around the house. With your chest exposed, Heeseung dipped down, trailing his lips further down your exposed body. Wetness polled between your legs, you felt antsy. Moans escaped your lips at each and every one of his movements. You were in heaven.

You never wanted this to end.

You couldn’t have anything nice, could you?

Your morning alarm boomed like a siren in your ears as you shook out of your slumber. You jolted out of your sheets, the irritating beeping still ringing in your ears. You glance around your bedsheets, revealing nothing but your own belongings. No hints of a visitor last night. Your heart sunk to the floor, your fingers grazing your very flushed cheeks. Your mind was simply toying with you, with your heart.

It was all a dream.

…

You couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Your eyes never felt the need to droop, your lips never needed to stifle a yawn. You were as awake as a nocturnal creature amidst a night sky. You couldn't figure out why, but you had a sneaking suspicion that this particular morning, and a certain pair of bambi eyes, had something to do with it.

Here he was again, claiming his spot right in the middle of your mind.

You once again grew desperate for another distraction, a way to rid you of your very stubborn thoughts on the man who so cruelly stole your heart away. It didn’t matter how stubborn his presence seemed to be, you were not going down without a fight. And thus, you dove straight into your studies the moment you got home, and you haven’t swam back up to the surface since. No matter how much each formula gave you a headache, it was better than having Lee Heeseung occupy your brain.

You huff, mentally addressing the elephant in the room. The elephant which seemed to flee from you the moment you woke up earlier this morning.

Your dream.

By now, it had been a few weeks since your departure from the rocky roads of Lee Heeseung’s presence. Almost a month without his smile, without his bambi-eyes. You thought you grew accustomed to this Heeseung-less lifestyle. You’ve gone out more with friends, dove deep into your studies, actually tried working on other aspects of your life, aspects that didn’t need the presence of a man, especially one you weren’t destined to be with.

Though, there's one keyword in that first sentence; thought. In theory, you finally moved past the paradox of Lee Heeseung. In practice? Your heart was clearly too stubborn to follow through. That was made maddeningly clear ever since you had that dream last night. Your heart was practically screaming through your eardrums; You were in love with Lee Heeseung.

Nevertheless, none of that mattered. You could never give into your silly feelings. Afterall, if that visit to the diner a few weeks back taught you anything, it was that you were as miniscule in Heeseung’s eyes as a speck of dust. Whatever dumb feelings you had for your neighbor was clearly never reciprocated.

The sound of faint shuffling puffs through your ears, surpassing the music which was supposed to keep you calm. A jingle of keys and a few hushed voices later, it finally clicked. Your neighbor was home. Home with a girl, anyway.

That same sick feeling drilled through your torso again, your vision turning into a blur. Your notes turned into scribbles, your music turned into noise. Nothing made any sense anymore. The only thing you could really pinpoint was the burning sensation just above your chest. The tenseness of your skin, the clench of your jaw. It irked you to imagine Heeseung with someone else, not with the layers of history the two of you had, the moments you shared.

You slap your cheeks, resetting your brain. It’s settled, you need to move. You need to get away from Lee Heeseung for good.

…

A loud thwack sounded as Minji’s palm harshly grazed Heeseung’s face. “You’re such an asshole!”

In his defense, Heeseung never knew she’d react like that. Heeseung’s head hung low. “Sorry, Min”

“Don’t give me that! You led me on for a whole month! What the fuck!?”

The bambi boy picked at his lips. He did feel sorry. He never wanted to lie to Minji, she never deserved it. However, Lee Heeseung wanted to lie to himself; maybe then he’d let go of the thought of you. But alas, it didn’t plan didn’t work, and here he is now, reaping the consequences of his own actions. Minji stormed out of the apartment, leaving him indifferent at best. Maybe his heart trailed with a smidge of guilt, but he honestly couldn’t really care. He physically couldn’t bring himself to, not with your figure just a wall away from him, ignoring his entire being.

“Tell me, is there someone else? Is that why?”

Heeseung’s eyes lingered at a blank wall—the wall that connected his and your rooms. “You don’t deserve someone like me. I really am sorry, Min.”

“Whatever. At least you thought to tell me before anything even happnend. I’m out of here, you prick!”

Lee Heeseung wholeheartedly believed that if he followed Jake’s advice and played around with someone else, that he’d soon forget about you all together; the fuck buddy who managed to linger around in his heart for longer than he expected. Of course it didn’t work, not with your door right next to his, tempting him every second of the day. It took everything in his being to suppress the urge to visit you. He was crawling in his own skin, impatience riling up in his body. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted, but he did know that you were part of the solution.

Heeseung ruffled a towel through his wet hair; not even a shower could get his mind off of you.

What the hell was going on?

…

“You can’t hide from him forever, y/n” Sunghoon crossed his arms, scowling at your pitiful figure—stuffing your face with his leftovers, wrapped up in his blankets; a housewarming gift from his sister. “What even happened? I thought things just fizzled?”

You winced at your fat-faced lie from that day at the diner. To say it was cringe-inducing would be an understatement. It was just a poor attempt at convincing the world—especially yourself—that you weren’t entirely going insane. Putting your fork down, you heave a deep sigh. “Not exactly.”

And so, you told Sunghoon everything. How you let yourself go, allowed yourself to break the one rule a ‘friends with benefits’ agreement had. How you let your heart venture too close to the wits of Lee Heeseung, and he stole it effortlessly, like a thief in the night. You hung your head low, eyes burning through the fuzzy socks you borrowed (stole) from Sunghoon’s closet. Disappointment ghosted over your shoulders, and you wholeheartedly expected Sunghoon to follow suit. However, your supposed best friend only falls into a bellow of laughter, throwing your attention off.

“What?”

“God, y/n, you act like catching feelings is a crime!” Sunghoon plops beside you, who is still frozen from his words. “Look, liking Heeseung isn’t a bad thing. You can’t really control your feelings, and when you do…you end up hiding in your best friend's apartment and stealing their food.” He gives you a quick up-and-down scan, cocking an eyebrow.

“I was scared! We didn’t agree to this back then, and I was scared that developing real feelings for him would just scare him off or something. Besides, it’s too late anyways. He’s already seeing someone else.”

“How do you know for sure?”

You took another angry bite. “I heard them walk into his apartment.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Girl, that could mean anything.”

“Two people giggling while walking into an apartment at 2 in the morning? I doubt it means anything else!” You bury yourself in Sunghoon’s multitude of throw blankets. “Quit trying to save it, my chances are already ruined.”

“Look, I still think you should talk to him. Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it turns out.”

You grew quiet at his words; as if they pulled your vocal chords from your grasp. You gulp as Sunghoon shoots up from his place on the couch. He snatches the bowl from your hands, not even sparing you a chance to finish your—well, his— meal. “You can stay here for tonight, nerd.”

…

“So you and Minji didn’t work out, huh?” Jake suddenly dropped, the bomb exploding all over Heeseung’s face. Simultaneously, the booming cries of a ‘game over’ blast through his headphones; the sudden change in topic to his love life was the last thing Heeseung expected to hear during his Friday night gaming session. The bambi boy recollects himself, clearing his throat. Or maybe it was just to stall this conversation all together, he couldn’t really tell. “How’d you know?”

“Heard it from Jay,” Jake uttered nocholantly through the voice chat. Heeseung booted up his game again, opting to distract himself with a fresh round of kills for the night. The topic of a future girlfriend wasn’t really on his radar right now. Well, he didn’t want it to be, anyway. Not with you still staking a claim on his brain.

Guess Jake couldn’t get the hint.

“I guess that’s too bad,” Jake continued to ramble. Heeseung grew queasy, opting to focus on the sounds of the shoots blasting from his character’s gun.

“I think you’ll be fine, though. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, anyway.” One shot. Two shots.

“Now, I don’t really know anyone personally, but I could ask around.” Three shots.

“What do you think of blind dates?” Game Over.

“No!” Heeseung’s voice finally peaked through the mic, shocking Jake to his core. Honestly, it startled Heeseng a little, himself. He didn’t have a clue where this sudden surge of energy came from, nor this unsettling feeling. All he knew is that he wanted Jake to stop. “Jake, I don’t want another date, okay?”

The silence on the other end pressured Heeseung to believe that Jake just disappeared right then and there. The bambi boy huffed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Jake’s character move around once again. His voice peaking in the mic shortly after. “What, why?”

Heeseung was too ashamed to say. But of course, Jake already knew.

“Oh.”

Heeseung didn’t bother rebooting the game this time. Instead he just stared blankly at his pitiful death screen, his reflection shining back to him through the screen’s black text. Jake heaved a sigh, as the bambi boy winced; he already knew what he was going to say. “You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Yes. All Heeseung had been thinking about was you.

“I like her too much, man.” Heeseung said with little to no thought running through his brain. Though he was not 100% certain, he knew that thinking about you constantly, worrying about your well being, and missing you like a loved one who passed away, were no small feats to scoff at. You caught him in some entrancing spell, and Heeseung couldn’t find a way out. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to. The bambi boy was fully expecting Jake to dive into a complete lecture about wasting time on girls who aren't even worth it, which is exactly why Heeseung was nothing but stunned when his friend responded with one simple phrase.

“Then tell her.”

Heeseung picked at his lips, a loss for words. “But she clearly doesn’t feel the same way.” If the past month had taught Heeseung anything, it was that fact and that fact alone.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try. Especially if you're just completely blowing off chances with other girls just because of her. Don’t you think she's worth even just a small bit of the truth?”

You were worth so much more, Heeseung knew that much.

Nonetheless, could Heeseung even provide it for you?

…

Your eyes darted to your front door again, maybe the 100th time you did so since you got home from class.. Your brain? Spinning beyond belief. It was maybe 8pm; hours had already passed since your last class of the day. And yet, despite all of that, the thought of Lee Heeseung still lingered in your mind, stained like wine to a white shirt. You felt dizzy just thinking about it.

You shouldve been relieved, happy even. In one way or another, your problem was solved. It was official; Lee Heeseung was finally unavailable, and you had no reason to faulter back into the depths of his heart anymore. Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place, ever since you left him to rot in the elevator all those weeks ago?

A scoff pushed from your chest. Of course you weren’t actually happy.

You think back to Sunghoon’s words, the night you pitifully stayed over at his place for the night.

“Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it gets.”

You dashed to your door faster than your heart leaped from your chest. You could explode right then and there; you couldn’t take it anymore.

You needed to see him.

…

Lee Heeseung wasn’t an asshole. He knew that much. But when it came to the treatment of his own heart, it was a whole other story.

Up until this very moment, the only things currently on Heeseung’s mind was a mental note to buy new house slippers, and how his hand stank from the trash; he only held onto it for a few seconds before throwing it away, which made it even more confusing. However, the moment he glanced up, all those thoughts seemed to blow away in the wind. The wind in question? the overwhelming image of you. Again.

Your apartment door stood in front of him. Mocking him relentlessly.

Time stopped, leaving just him and you, who was currently avoiding his sorry ass on the other end of that brindled door. Something rumbled at the pit of his stomach, his chest heaving as he found his legs moving. Complete with a mind of their own. It didn’t make a lick of sense. He was in his pajamas—even if you’ve seen him in less before, Heeseung deemed the fit inappropriate for the task of confessing his feelings; his hair was nowhere near fixed—unstyled and flatter than a sheet of paper. Not to mention he literally smells like garbage. Everything around him was practically screaming at him, telling him to just turn around and head back into his apartment. But he couldn’t hear anything. The thought of you was too busy clouding his senses.

Each hushed step inched him closer to your doorframe. His heart was breaking through his chest with each stark breath. A tremble lined his fingers, goosebumps grazing his skin as he positioned them right in front of your door. What was he even going to say? Of course he didn’t think to prepare. Were you even going to answer? Did he even deserve your answer?

Fuck it. None of it mattered anymore. Heeseung needed you.

…

Your door became a trampoline with the way you bounced back from its surface. You fumbled with the hem of your shirt, the harsh reality of your situation sinking in. Lee Heeseung didn’t want you anymore, and it was your own damn fault. Your heart felt victim to the infamous bambi boy, and you pushed him away instead of accepting him with open arms. You were never the other chick Minji so lovingly dubbed; you could never be. How could you if all you did was ignore him for a goddamn month?

You slapped your face three times, hoping each slap would send you back to a more sensible reality. A reality where you weren’t so blinded by your feelings. You hop onto your couch, the surface farthest away from the gates of hell (your apartment door).

You shouldn’t punish yourself for having feelings.

It was as if you were a puppet, being pulled closer to your front door once more. The culprit? Your own devious heart. Your fingers turned into 20 pound dumbbells as you clasped them around the door handle. Each click of the knob, you found yourself quickening the pace of your breath. Your heart jumping from your chest, dancing like a fool. You swing the door open with every muscle drenched in anticipation. You glance up, and you freeze on the spot.

Heeseung was already there.

"y/n-" Heeseung pants, breath hitched. He looked just as unorthodox as you did.

Your heart leaped from your chest once again, only this time it got caught in your throat, ripping the air away from your lungs as you scanned the towering figure before you. Complete in a black shirt and track pants, three white stripes trailing down each side like a race track. It was one of the most basic outfits a guy in their 20’s could have ever come up with, but you still managed to blush at his presence. Your eyes watched as his chest heaved up and down, his adam's apple bobbing in the opposite direction. You watched him instinctively move slightly into your frame, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you had the sudden urge to move closer. Closer to him.

"Heeseung, I-" You say, barely out of your trance.

“I don't think I can do this anymore.” Heeseung heaved, summoning goosebumps against your skin. You watched as he inched closer to your figure, welcoming himself into your apartment. You had every reason to stop him, but for some reason, you couldn't. Your brows cinched together at his words.

"Do what, exactly?"

"This!" Heeseung gestured to the air. "Staying away from you, pretending that you mean nothing to me. I hate it, y/n."

You choked on your heightened breath, his figure shielding the light formerly cascading off of your frame—he took over your vision. He nibbled at his lip, desperate for a response, for anything from you. You, however, had an endless amount of questions. It was as if your brain took a screenshot, your mind was going haywire.

“What do you mean pretend? What about Minji?”

Heeseung scratches the nape of his neck. “After you rejected me, I thought I had no chance with you. So, I tried to start something with Minji in the hopes that I forgot you, But it didn’t work. If anything, I thought of you even more when we were apart.”

You couldn’t find the courage to reply, as Heeseung’s figure sank at the shoulders. “I know you want nothing to do with me, I just— I needed to get that off my chest. Goodnight, y/n.”

Tell him how you really feel, no matter how messy it is.

The Bambi boy pivots, his broad back facing you. A surge of lightning erupts in you as you chase him down. You pinch the fabric of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. “Wait!”

Heesung looks back at you, a spotlight shining on your figure. “That’s not true at all! I don’t hate you or want you out of my life! I want none of that!”

Heeseung’s mouth went agape, as you heave a tense sigh. “I only ignored you all those months ago because in reality… I was scared. I didn’t know how to handle my feelings for you so I just hid them away. In the end, I only pushed you away further. I feel… horrible.”

It was as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders the moment you sputtered your rushed, unplanned confession. You took your time to finally look at him, really look at him. The glisten in those bambi eyes you always loved, the plump of his lips, his elegant nose bridge—all of him. “I like you, Lee Heeseung.”

The two of you basked in silence for a while—an eternity it seemed. All the pain and agony in Heeseung’s bambi-like eyes seemed to float away, a glisten of adoration replacing them the longer he looked at you. Your eyes, however, ripped away, the guilt of your horrible treatment towards him finally being recognized.

“Oh god, I’m really sorry, Hee-” You watched as Heeseung closed the gaps between your tense figure, His warm hand melting you as he cupped your cheek. “y/n?”

“Hm?”

“I need to kiss you.”

You gulp, a gear switching in your head. “Then kiss me.”

…

Without warning, Heeseung envelopes your figure into his arms, a sudden roughness added to his touch. A glimmer of impatience, desperation. The air between your two lips dissipates as you link them together in a kiss. He tasted like honey, the sweet strawberry icing on a cake; he tasted perfect. You’ve kissed Lee Heeseung multiple times before, but it’s never felt this good.

Your bodies worked like clockwork, seamless and perfect. You hastily threw your arms around the nape of his neck, as he slithered an arm around your waist. Like an elegant waltz, your figures moved further into the apartment, your back crashing into your apartment wall. Lee Heeseung knew just how to hold you, how to carry you in his arms. It was as if you were meant for one another.

Lips never parting, Heeseung plants himself on the plush of your couch. He swings you over him, your legs now straddling his lap. Your skin grew hot to the touch, Heeseung’s ice cold palms sending shivers down your spine. And yet, you never wanted his touch to leave. His fingertips trailed up and down your arm, teasing you relentlessly. Lee Heeseung was driving you crazy.

And judging by the heat accumulating between your legs, Heeseung knew what he was doing.

Mischievously, Heeseung nibbles at your bottom lip before plucking away, sending one last bratty smirk your way before he trails wet kisses along your jaw. Your mind was in a haze, clouded by absolute greed, lust. You felt his lips hover lower and lower against your body as he tugged onto your shirt’s collar to kiss more of your chest. Currently, you were a bomb minutes away from an explosion. The sound of his wet lips crashing against your skin was enough to send your head—and core—spinning. You couldn’t take it anymore. A moan escapes your lips, stopping the bambi boy in his tracks. He pulls away, getting one glimpse of you before leaning right against your ear.

“Does my princess want me that bad?”

Princess. You haven't heard that name in a lifetime. It felt sweet against his lips. You couldn’t muster up a response, you were too busy stifling another lewd moan. You felt Heeseungs hands trail up from your waist, groping the soft plush of your chest. He massaged each clothed breast, kneading them until he pulled that second moan from your hungry lips. “More, baby. Moan for me. Show me how much you want this.”

His hands felt like heaven against your chest, his thumbs grazing your nipples; the sweet spot. You grew louder with each swipe of his thumb, your figure growing restless and fidgety above him. Wetness pooled between your thighs in an instant. Only Lee Heeseung had this effect on you.

“What does my baby want?” Heeseung rasps in your ear once more. By the way your body squirmed above his lap, unable to stay still, it was obvious how needy you had become. “Tell me, princess, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?”

The heat between your legs pounded amidst his lewd question, your cheeks flushed beyond belief. After you nibbled on your lip, you dipped down beside the shell of his ear.

“Eat me out” You whispered in between desperate huffs.

An affirmative smirk. That’s all it took before he flung your figures into a new position. You sat with your back snug against the couch, and Heeseung mere inches away from your knees, his bambi eyes boring into you. It didn’t matter that he was below you physically; Lee Heeseung was the bloodthirsty beast, and you were his prey for the night. Ripping off your shorts, the bambi boy peppered kisses up your thighs. He watched proudly as you squirmed at each and every kiss, dying to feel his touch right where you needed it most.

He pried your legs open, meeting his last barrier standing in the way of your pleasure; the soaking fabric of your panties. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Heeseung looked up, meeting eye to eye with your heated, flustered stare. God, you were adorable. “You’re so needy, princess. Did I turn you on that much?”

You scowled, too drenched in heat to give a proper comeback. “Please, Seungie”

Fuck. Fireworks popped at the pit of his stomach, your little nickname revving an engine he was never aware of. Heeseung dove into your core, pressing lips against the dripping fabric.

Shockwaves drilled down your spine, your back arching as another moan spilled from your lips. His touch barely ghosted your core, yet it was enough to send your head spinning. You were launched into a world of ecstasy the moment Heeseung’s teasing kisses stopped, and you felt his tongue dip into your folds. His tongue dipped further, gripping and throwing your leg over his shoulders as he explored your insides. With each thrust and push of his tongue, your heart beat faster, your noises grew louder.

Apparently, though, that wasn’t enough for Lee Heeseung.

As stealthy as a thief in the night, Heeseung slips a finger at the tip of your core; the sweet spot. Uncontrollable, lewd noises bounced around the living room walls, your head thrown back and digging into the head of the couch. With the pads of his fingers, Heeseung draws small circles against your clit as you gripped onto a lock of his hair. Anything to tether you back to reality. Heeseung pumps another finger into your folds, accompanying his tongue in its dirty expedition.

You felt a knot expanding at the pit of your stomach, tensing up further with each pleasure filled thrust of Heeseung’s tongue. The bambi boy’s tongue moved faster and faster, the pressure of that knot building up further. Finally, you chased down your climax, your juices flowing everywhere. The couch’s fabric, the surface of your thighs, his chin; everywhere.

“Fuck, princess.” Heeseung catches his breath, his eyes forming into hearts as he eyes you down once again. “You’re beautiful”

“Heeseung- '' You huff a series of deep breaths, a limp hand reach you grasp his. Climbing onto the couch, he takes your hand innocently enough, but soon enough, his lips make their way beside your ear once again.

“There’s no way I’m done with you yet, baby. Now, on your knees.”

He seals his dirty remark with a kiss against your jaw before you do as you're told. The fatigue from moments ago shriveled up from your body, with excitement coursing through you instead. You fell onto your hands and knees, with Heeseung’s firm hands grabbing you by the hip. Your bare ass grazed against his clothed crotch, a firm tent hiding beneath the fabric. Mischievously leaning in, you grind your ass against his core, a groan escaping his lips. The grip around your hips grew tighter, his fingers painting a white hue atop of your skin. It was your turn to tease him, after all.

“Shit- Quit teasing me, baby.” Heeseung hisses as he pulls a condom from his pocket. Did he always carry one with him? Or was it just meant for you? Heeseung leans forward, his chest flush against your back. “You don’t know how bad my cock needs that pussy. Don’t test me.”

Hastily, Heeseung pulls off his pants, his cock—specifically his size, catching your attention as you watch from over your shoulder. Your eyes widen as he rolls the condom over his girth. Heeseung of course catches you gawking, shining a smirk your way. The bambi boy whispers in your ear once again. “Are you ready, princess?”

You mewl, your desperation shining through your half-assed response.

Heeseung finally pressed his dick through your walls, his palm groping your ass cheek, lightly spreading apart to dig further into your core. Your pussy overflowed with his size, his cock rubbing against your core in all the right places. The walls of your living echoed with the sounds of your hot skin slapping together, the wet sloshes of your dirty bliss taking over the night. He filled you up perfectly, his girth grazing against every needy bit of your pussy. Your mind went into a complete daze, each movement sending you into heaven.

His fingers dig deeper into the crevices of your hips, guiding your ass into faster and more blissful thrusts. You were grateful for his grip—your legs were too shaky and unstable to survive on their own. You trembled in ecstasy.

“You feel so good, y/n” Heeseung rasps once again. He knew just how to rile you up with words alone. “Your pussy holds my cock so well, darling”

His deep voice was enough to call your attention back to another knot forming in your stomach. The pit of your torso grows more tense with each of Heeseung’s powerful thrusts. Instead of sitting up straight, Heeseung stays on the snug of your back, leaving more soft kisses on your neck and jaw. Soon, your moans turn into deserpate cries of his name, your arms at the brink of failure as they try to hold your figure up. Heeseung’s heat soon got the better of him, too; his thrusts growing sloppy and rushed every time you yelled his name. No matter how much he teased you, you still had an effect on Lee Heeseung.

One last push of Heeseung’s hips summoned your conjoined climaxes, coating your walls and the latex of the condom. Heeseung pulled out and you plop on your stomach, exhaustion tackling you like a boulder to anything in its way. The bambi snuggles up beside you, immediately cradling you in his arms like it was second nature. You had to admit, it made your heart flutter.

“Wanna cuddle?” Heeseung asks, his tone suddenly so innocent, it makes your brows furrow.

“Aren’t we already doing that?” You mutter, your head snug at the crook of his neck.

“Right, sorry.” Heeseung combs a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. “It just feels like I’m dreaming when I’m with you.”

You punch his chest; an appropriate consequence for that corny pick up line. But either way, it worked. You were falling in love all over again.

You sigh. Maybe it was time to start over.

“Heeseung?” You catch his attention as he maneuvers his position to get a better look at you. His eyes widen, signifying his piquing interest in what you need to say “Yeah?”

“I think I love you.”

All the worry pent up in your chest wisps away at the sight of Lee Heeseung’s smile. The bambi boy tugs onto your frame closer, tighter. A stupid grin forever plastered onto his face.

“I think I love you too, y/n.”

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