#i decided i need to crop some and make a separate one. sorry

[guzhufuren]

Wooyoung in Sagittarius (sexy version)

[p0orbaby]

Girls Night

summary: your self control is abysmal and alessia takes advantage of it

warnings: SMUT 18+, public sex, (r receiving) oral, fingering, alcohol consumption

a/n: i accidentally deleted the request for this, but whoever asked for handsy lessi in the club, this is for you

word count: 1.8k

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Thirty seven minutes.

That was how long the two of you lasted.

Thirty seven measly minutes of trying and failing to be present. You have very patient friends, that’s for sure. Or perhaps they’re just used to your lack of attention when Alessia is around. Regardless, thirty seven minutes is a new low for you.

But she just looks so good, and tequila makes you horny.

For what it’s worth, you did try. Arriving separately helped and it gave you a few precious moments to get yourself a drink and actually speak some coherent words to your teammates.

She knew what she was doing the moment she stepped up behind you. Placing a possessive hand on the back of your neck as you stood talking animatedly to Lucy at the bar. That was her idea of a hello, a power move that had you weak in the knees before you even laid eyes on her.

It was all downhill from there. Pathetic, really. Not even a word had been spoken and you were already unraveling, on your way to being a puddle in the middle of the bar.

You were grateful Alessia had taken over the conversation with Lucy, though. It offered you a brief reprieve, a minutes grace to regain some of the dignity you lost by suddenly not being able to string a sentence together

It wasn’t until the brunette had left that your consciousness decided to enter the room again.

“Sorry I’m late” she says, then leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Tequila?”

You clear your throat, “of course”

“Well, looks like I’ve got some catching up to do then”

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“Fuck” you breathed when she sucked at your neck. You knew you’d be littered in marks by the time you left this place, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

Alessia had matched you drink for drink since she arrived. If you could count four hastily drowned tequila shots drinks, rather than a fast track to pound town. You had a goal and no one could blame you for using the shortest route to get there.

The back of your head bumped the door of the stall when a tongue soothed over the bite marks left behind. Desire was making your head spin more than the alcohol was, so to have Alessia pinning you against a hard surface was definitely a practical move.

“Tell me what you want” she instructs, but all you can focus on is how her breath fans against your sensitive skin. “Tell me, baby”

“Just you” you manage, your voice weak and hoarse and completely unreliable.

She chuckles against your jaw and squeezes your waist. See, pathetic. Four shots and one cocktail and she had you hook line and sinker. “You can do better than that”

You sighed with the effort of having to talk, to think. You just wanted her, everywhere. Any way you could have her. So you responded with something better than words. You pulled her in for a searing kiss and hoped that would relay the message quicker.

The breath she released through her nose told you she was at least somewhat getting the hint. And the hand that you felt trailing up the bare skin of your thigh made you whimper into her mouth with relief.

You were suddenly very grateful that your past self decided on a dress instead of trousers for tonight.

The hands you had perched on her shoulders made their way to her hair. It was shorter now than it used to be. A new city, a new look she told you when you saw it for the first time. But you didn’t need convincing, she could shave half her head and parade around in a burlap sack and you’d still find her attractive.

“You’ll have to be quiet, then” she whispers into your mouth. “Can you promise me?”

You’re nodding your head before she can even get the words out. You’re like a woman starved when it comes to Alessia. Yearning for her like crops gasping for water in a drought. Any amount of time spent apart is too long, and you make up for your distance at every opportunity.

Like now. In a toilet cubicle. On a Monday night.

Her pupils were blown when she pulls away from you. The blue almost completely replaced by black pools of wanting as she looked down at you hungrily. You must’ve been a sight. Cheeks flushed, lips kiss bitten, the straps of your dress hanging loosely off your shoulders. Regardless, she wanted you, so there was no need to worry.

You have to stop yourself from whimpering when she places you on the floor and falls to her knees in front of you.

Experienced hands grab at your left leg and places it over her shoulder. The material of your dress slipping up your thigh towards your hips.

“Are these new?” She asks, as she trails a single manicured nail across the front of your panties.

They were. So you nodded again.

Alessia has a thing for lingerie. She loved how she could see little bits of your body through the lace. How the silk made you look soft and delicate after covering you in hickes. She liked how your skin would welt ever so slightly when she flicked garters against it.

“Just for me?”

“Mhm”

“Can I keep them?”

What sounds like an innocent question is anything but. Whenever she fucks you somewhere new, your underwear serves as a trophy. Something to remind her of the places she’s conquered you. Not that she’d ever forget.

She doesn’t wait for a reply this time, just reaches her hands under the hem of your dress and pulls at the material unprompted. You would’ve said yes anyway, you like that Alessia keeps your panties in her back pocket when she’s done with you.

“Quiet, remember?”

Her lips tickle the inside of your thigh as she trails lipgloss kisses across the skin. Agonizingly slow and you can’t help but think she’s getting a kick out of taking her time.

A kiss to your center almost has your legs buckling from under you. A barely there peck. It would be sweet, but she’s teasing you, unfairly, and you’re getting frustrated.

“Alessia”

“Hmm?”

“Hurry up”

She snorts at your attempt at authority. You’re not a pushover. Your impressive record of yellow cards proves it. But the pitch is a different world, Alessia likes to frequently remind you. Especially when she’s got her head between your legs and your hips pinned possessively to the mattress.

She looks up at you then, and you can tell by the way her stare hardens that your comment was the last one she’ll let you have for free.

You’re not a pushover, but you’re not stupid either. So keep your opinions to yourself.

Alessia ducks her head back underneath the edge of your dress, and you feel her warm breath against you again. You briefly wonder what she’s doing down there, inspecting you, perhaps? For what you don’t know, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before. In fact she’s seen more of you than you think you have of yourself.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy”. Her words are more for her than for you, but you keen at them regardless, and her hands grip you harder to stop you from falling. “So pretty”

It’s then that she swipes her tongue along you. “Tastes good too,” she adds.

Wasting no time, at last, she closes her mouth over your clit and sucks, and you have to bring an arm out to brace yourself against the side of the stall.

Your center weeps as she licks a long line over you, tongue lapping at you firmly. Your other hand comes out to tangle your fingers in Alessia hair. She’d need to sort it before she goes back out there, but she won’t mind.

She slides two fingers into you suddenly, and you're grateful that you can hear the hum of music through the walls, because the moan you let out at the stretch of her was definitely loud enough to arouse suspicions.

It was the feeling of her searching inside you you, hot and sticky, and the way her mouth moved over you, sucking and licking and flicking in all the right places that had your heel digging into her back. You feel her pull away, to breathe, you suspect, then she's back on you.

You can hear the latches on the door rattle each time your head falls back against it. If people cared enough to know what was happening in here, all they’d need to do is trail their eyes to the little gap between the tiles and the door itself. An easy enough equation to work out with two knees, a singular foot and the muffled sighs coming from the other side.

She knew precisely the moment when she found the spot she’d been looking for. Using her free hand, she pulls back the material covering her view of you. Pushing it over her head and up your stomach, she looked up to find you with parted lips, sucking in a strangled breath. Eyes scrunched closed as you rocked against the flick of her tongue.

You broke, almost pulling out chunks of her hair as you gave in and cried out her name. It echoed loudly around you, though you didn’t have it in you to care. Your body was shaking, Alessia’s grip on your thigh tightened more than you thought possible. You'd have a bruise there tomorrow but it was worth it.

She worked you back down slowly. Releasing your clit from her lips and kissing you there instead. Gently, slowly, pulling her fingers from inside you, smirking at the inconsistent rise and fall of your chest. It was an intoxicating feeling, seeing you off kilter and blurred around the edges as you climbed back up from falling from great heights.

She wiped her fingers and mouth on the inside of your thigh, before dropping your leg and standing to her full height in front of you once more.

The sharp sound of a hand smacking the other side of the door had you both jump.

“Are you guys finished? We’re moving bars”

“We’ll be out in a sec” Alessia answers for the both of you. Which you’re extremely grateful for because you’re pretty certain if you tried to speak now, no real words would come out. “We’re being summoned” she adds to you when she hears Keira’s footsteps get quieter.

“I don’t think I can walk”

There’s that laugh again. “You can”

“No. I really can’t”

“No?” She hums. “Well it looks like there’s only one way you’re getting out of here then”

It takes a second for you to realise what she means, but it all comes to light when she bends down and puts her hands around your waist. Your eyes go wide and your hands push at her shoulders.

“Alessia! Alessia, no! Put me down!”

[badasgirl]

chapter two ── .✦ party favors

notes ✮: wooo first written chapter! sorry this took so long, i’ve been super busy with my classes 😭 but i hope you all enjoy this chapter <3 it’s kinda shit, but next chapter will be better! i’m just a little rusty after not writing for over a year…please give me grace haha 🥹

word count ✮: 1.4k

bada began to get ready around 7:00pm. she opted for a full black leather outfit: a very cropped leather top, leather pants, a leather jacket with white accents, and a silver chain belt to tie it all together. she also decided on wearing a pair of her black boots, as for which pair exactly…she will figure that out later.

it was 8:00pm on the dot when seoyoung arrived at bada’s apartment by taxi. this apartment was basically her second home, so naturally she immediately put in the passcode to the door, took off her shoes, and yelled out for bada. bada was in her room spraying on her favorite fragrance, ysl libre, as she responded to seoyoung calling her name. she met the other in her kitchen as she was already taking a shot from the soju bottle she bought. right before bada could ask for a shot, taeyoung knocked at her door. surely it’s not suspicious how she showed up only five minutes after seoyoung.

“bada~ take these they’re heavy.” taeyoung whined as she held up two big ass water bottles for everyone to share. she knew they would need them with the way they drank.

bada took the bottles into one arm and was about to say something about how the two girls arrived only a few minutes apart from each other but before she could, hanbin showed up right behind taeyoung with three bottles of soju and his mysterious blue concoction. they both entered the apartment and slipped off their shoes as bada deeply sighed to herself. she closed the door before making her way over to the kitchen to join the others. naturally seoyoung and bada start doing soju shots together, while hanbin is the only one who actually drinks the mystery blue drink.

“it’s literally so fucking good, you guys are missing out” he complained as he took another sip out of the old water bottle he put the drink in.

“yeah hanbin nobody is believing you, keep that shit over there…” taeyoung trailed off with a disgusted look as she stood next to seoyoung with her arm placed around the taller’s waist. seoyoung laughed in agreement with her.

“you guys are just haters!” hanbin said as he rolled his eyes and continued to drink the strange beverage.

as those two continued to go back and forth with each other, bada went over to her vape collection and debated on which flavor oil she was going to bring with her tonight. she settled on mango passion fruit, one of her favorites, because it was fruity and according to her past experiences, girls like to hit her vape more when she has that flavor. bada then returns to the others in the kitchen and sits at the island that separates the kitchen from the living room. the tall girl began to sip on some soju again before taeyoung looked at her.

“we’ll leave around 10:00 guys, so take your time with your drinking please.” taeyoung practically begged as she made her way over to the couch and sat down to relax.

after her remark, everyone fell into their pre-gaming routine of yapping about anything and everything while downing all of the alcohol they brought.

while bada and her friends were doing what they do, aria and her friends were already on their way to the party. the time was 9:32pm, matthew was serious about getting them there on time. the entire car ride consisted of giselle explaining to keeho how unicorns could actually be real and the proof backing it. aria agreed with giselle wholeheartedly because somehow she once read an in-depth study about it.

“i hope you both know you sound insane right now.” keeho said while looking directly at the two with his lips thinly pressed.

matthew chuckled before he told the group they finally arrived. they made the walk towards the front door and they each paid the fee before they walked in. the party had only started 10 minutes ago by the time they arrived, so they were a part of the first handful of guests to arrive. keeho and aria immediately went off to go do shots, while giselle went to sit down somewhere with a red cup full of harimu’s special juice.

matthew sighed deeply before he said “pray for me” to himself while he went over to the two that were taking shots.

about half an hour passed before bada and her friends arrived. they all got in for free because they’re in the dance club. the group immediately went their separate ways; seoyoung and lusher went over to the dj to request songs, hanbin was already pretty tipsy and came ready to dance battle, so he rushed towards the dance floor. bada however decided to scope out the scene first. she took out her vape, hit it, and looked over to the bar area. bada’s interest was piqued as she spotted a pretty girl in a black mini skirt, knee high boots, and a layered crop top going shot for shot with a guy. the dancer didn’t recognize either of them but to say she was intrigued by the girl would be an understatement. all she could think about was the fact that the pretty girl looked good as fuck in her skirt, plus her laugh was cute. her gaze was piercing to say the least, bada looked as if she wanted to devour her on the spot. before bada could think about her even more, she got pulled away to the dance floor by a gorgeous blonde girl named haeun. the two sometimes hung out at different parties, so it was natural that bada started dancing with her. they fell into a rhythm where bada was holding haeun close by her waist and haeun moved to the beat of the song.

as time passed, bada had gotten a quite few shots in her system. bada was fairly drunk when she spotted the pretty girl from the bar again, but this time she was dancing by herself on the dance floor. the whole time bada had been at the party, she couldn’t stop thinking about the girl, she had to at least try to talk to her. so, bada slipped away from haeun and went towards her.

aria was a little more drunk than usual, which was what lead her to the dance floor in the first place. as aria danced with no care in the world, she noticed a very tall and gorgeous girl approach her. somehow without any words being exchanged, they began to dance together, there was virtually no space in between the two. as they danced, the tall woman brought out her vape to hit it. right before it reached her lips, aria ‪asked if she could try and hit her vape.

“sure pretty, have you ever hit one before?” the taller woman asked curiously. aria shook her head no and chuckled a little bit. the other girl also chuckled as she smiled and then explained to aria how to properly hit it. after a few tries, aria was able to correctly hit the vape.

“good job pretty girl, see that wasn’t too difficult was it?” the woman said with a soft tone while she smiled at aria. aria’s face blushed as she nodded her head in agreement. eventually the tall girl was able to hit her own vape before she wrapped her long arms around aria’s waist as they went back to dancing while exchanging a few words. the two girls were very much enjoying each other’s presence, eventually the taller asked if she could kiss aria. at that point, aria was so into the girl that was basically holding her in her arms she immediately agreed.

“fuck it, why not?” aria said nonchalantly before she brought her lips to meet the other woman’s. the two began to make out in the middle of the dance floor while holding onto each other and leaving no room in between them. aria couldn’t have cared less about anything else around her at that time, the only thing that consumed her mind was the attractive woman that was holding her and kissing her as if her life depended on it. to say the least, that was the best kiss aria ever had.

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[lover-of-mine]

I keep thinking about the Tommy leaving post and the Buddie being ready for each other post and I feel like there's a comparison I want to make here but I'm not sure exactly what it is but something about Tommy leaving because he was not down with that whole mess of date, understandably, but also Buck's boatload of issues still even tho Tommy came back & they're in this "maybe this could be the something I'm ready for" & potential issues that might crop up going forward like will Buck be hesitant still or dive headfirst or some combination, will Tommy feel like it's too much or just not working, will it be the thing that finally makes something click in Buck's head that he needs to go to therapy bc hey Tommy is different from his exes but the issues are still the same idk or he decides it's not working bc it's not the thing he wants but he's ready to figure that out so again therapy! but also when he realizes he's in love with Eddie & they could be it for each other he knows he doesn't want to make those same mistakes and the way to do that is to be honest with himself and Eddie and it's not perfect but they're both in it and self enough aware they know they can make it work together (therapy would be so good but also Maddie or Bobby have some wisdom here too) like a desperation almost of I love him and I want him and this is it for me but I'm so scared of losing it all and it's like well. What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna let yourself have this? I read a fic today where when they were discussing starting something but Buck was scared Eddie was like "we deserve to be happy too and being with you makes me happy" and that's all I want now okay sorry this is so long and probably makes no sense but I didn't know who to send it to I can stop rolling it all in my head over and over again send help or a sedative my god they make me feral and all these new ttpd edits are making it 10000x more

Okay, I see what you mean, and I am team Buck/Therapy first and foremost, but let's discuss Tommy outside the perfect queer Yoda people seem to have put him in. First of all, Tommy didn't come back, the energy that exists there is that there would be no second date if Buck didn't ask him for coffee (and Buck only called because Eddie told him to). I don't blame Tommy for walking away, the situation Buck put him in is shitty, but he did not come back, he indulged Buck in a coffee for whatever reason I don't understand. I don't understand why someone would agree to go to someone's sister's wedding after one kiss and half a date they walked out of. But what I'm getting from Tommy is that he's not gonna put up with Buck's bullshit just because he's cute. And Buck is diving in head first, asking someone to be your date to your sister's wedding after half a date where they left you on the curb when he's out to exactly 2 people is somehow crazier than buying furniture with Natalia, because at least there he had what? 3 successful dates under his belt? Buck is in the hamster wheel, this time with a guy. Dating a guy is bringing him clarity in some aspects of his life, but he is still showing the same patterns when it comes to dating. Will he break out of his pattern this time? Who the fuck knows. Realizing he's repeating these patterns and letting go before he gets in too deep, realizing he needs to work on himself, would be a major sign of growth from him, but Tommy pointing something out and making him take action works too, but I don't know what or how that could be approached. I was talking about this with someone last week, I'm pretty sure i sent them a voice note of like, 12 minutes on this, but do we trust Buck to separate the way he's infatuated from what he actually needs? That his bisexuality is his no matter what? Because I don't. If he's still that insecure about Eddie when Eddie has been stable in his life the whole time they've known each other, then I don't trust him with anything emotional, really. Could he wake up one day and realize maybe it was about Eddie, see what's in front of him and proceed to work through his insecurities? Sure, they could go there, especially with how intertwined Eddie is to bucktommy, make Buck realize his feelings, work through his insecurities somehow and realize he needs to talk to Eddie and that they will be okay no matter what. But the thing is, Eddie loves Buck too much. Like the post said, he loves Buck at his own detriment, so if Buck goes all weird on him for whatever reason again (which he probably would if he realizes he might be in love with Eddie, he would panic, 705 Buck would freak out if realized he's in love with Eddie) he's gonna internalize that, and that's something they need to address before there is any movement into making them romantic.

Because now that there's a real chance buddie is gonna go canon, they need to address some problems that were created between them, mainly the way they assume things about each other a lot instead of having an open conversation. All they need is an open conversation, I will accept if the show magically decides they can talk to each other now, that the issue was the denial, but Buck needs to ask for shit, he needs to talk when he's insecure, he needs to not let Eddie get away with assuming he's right, and Eddie needs to stop assuming he can read Buck's mind, he needs to call Buck out when he's getting in his head, and he needs to stop trying to fix past mistakes with someone else, they need to actually be able to address things that hurt them, because they will hurt each other, the question is how they work through the problems. Dating your best friend, even more after being best friends for this long comes with issues, the adjustment would be intense because they have an intense relationship already. And they both need to let go of the idealized version of what a relationship should look like they have. Can Tommy help Buck there? Yeah, absolutely, but he also shouldn't be expected to hold a grown man's hand through his own feelings, yk? Buck doesn't know what he wants and he's working through it, allegedly, so, like, there's potential there but I have no idea how this can unfold tbh. They need to get to the point where they're like "I deserve happiness" but also realizing that happiness doesn't look the way they think it does, that it's never gonna be perfect, but that it is worth fighting for, you don't find it, you make, works here too, but the thing is, you need to keep making it as long as you're together, love is not all it takes, the fight never stops. I've been thinking about this a lot too.

[bagginshieldlibrary]

I"M SO SORRY!

Time got away from me and I completely for got to set up the poll for this last Friday. I will not be making a habit of this, I promise.

But as an apology, Here are some of my all time Favorite fics.

#1 Less Than the Best by Sullen_in_Love

Summary: Erebor needs a queen, and Thorin is set to marry a dwarrowdam to be his consort. No matter how much it breaks his heart, Bilbo takes it upon himself to ensure Thorin only receives the best and decides to scope out the candidates. Everything goes well, and he finds one that looks promising, until he uncovers a rather disturbing fact about the crop of potential consorts.

Rating: Mature

#2 Traveling Companions by billiethepoet

Summary: The journey is long and hard, so why shouldn't Bilbo take what Thorin is offering?

Oh, probably because he's hopelessly in love with a handsome king who's only interested in him for sex. But there's not much else to do when you're on your way to fight a dragon.

Rating: Explicit

#3 The Wax and The Figure by Vinci

Summary: Almost all soul bonds are created unintentionally since there is no way of knowing who a person's soul mate is until they have gone through the bond. Regardless, all newly formed bonds go through several phases. These include but are not limited to: The Initial Encounter, Connection, Separation, Need, Excessive Attachment and Sexual Desire.

Since soul bonds are rare, neither Bilbo nor Thorin realize what happens the moment their eyes meet.

Rating: Mature

#4 Token of Friendship by squire

Summary: Bilbo had to leave before the unwanted love he nurtured would crush his heart with the weight of the entire Mountain. Even if Thorin did return his affections, according to Dwarven law, Bilbo would never become anything more than a bedwarmer, stealing moments of closeness under the cover of night and sneaking out of the King’s chambers in the wee hours of the morning, forever hiding his true feelings under the façade of a friendship worth of legend.

He couldn’t do that to Thorin, and he couldn’t do that to himself.

However, heavy is the head under a heavy crown, they say. And maybe, Thorin would be the one who'd need just a little push this time.

Rating: Mature

[lesbiansanemi]

If you wrote Jujutsu Kaisen, when/how would Nobamaki fall in love?

Well anon, if I wrote Jujutsu Kaisen, post-Shibuya, many things would be different, but I will not go into that lmao, and will approach this from the angle of NobaMaki getting a romance plot line with the manga staying as close to possible as it is canonically

For starters, Nobara and Maki would most definitely have a scene dedicated to them just before the Shibuya battle truly starts. Yes, I know, we technically got a scene of them together before it, but not that. Something with romantic tension, something charged. Maybe a promise to come back alive, a promise of a date-but-not-a-date. (Is Nobara reading too much into Maki's offer of dinner? Maybe? Probably? She hopes not)

(She definitely isn't reading too much into it)

Then Shibuya unfolds as it does canonically. Maki is burnt to a crisp, and Nobara is "killed" by Mahito in front of Yuuji.

Now, on Maki's side of things, everything continues to unfold as it does in canon, because honestly, I wouldn't change a thing about Mai's death, the Zenin massacre, and what lead up to both of those things.

But during everything happening post-Shibuya, is when Nobara would get a character arc. She's stabilized long enough for Shoko to get to her, and heal her to the best of her ability using RCT. She goes through rehabilitation, and hears about the nightmare that jujutsu society is becoming in the wake of the Shibuya Incident. Everyone who died, the order for Yuuji's execution, chaos due to Gojo being sealed, and struggles with being separated from her friends and unable to help.

(I think this would also be an neat opportunity for her to become close with Shoko, for them to bond as the "forgotten" member of the trio, capitalize on their parallels, and also provide some more depth for Shoko, textually, rather than just in subtext).

And then she hears about the Zenin Clan massacre, and decides enough is enough. She can't wait around anymore. She's a woman of action, dammit! She wants to help her friends, needs to be with them, and right now, it seems like Maki is the one who needs her the most.

Shoko turns a blind eye when Nobara leaves to go to Maki.

At this point, the romantic tension between them would be obvious, but neither Maki or Nobara are exactly thinking about a romantic relationship now. They're just glad to have each other.

As Maki glitches in and out of the Culling Games, Nobara stays as close to her as possible. Their romantic tension continues to intensify, but I don't think I would have them actually get together until very close to the end of the series, just for the sake of other plot beats and such.

Sorry, this isn't very detailed, but ye! Keeping things as close to canon as possible, this would probably be how I would set up a romantic relationship between them, with them officially getting together at the end of the series.

I like the idea of Maki being one of the surviving members of the series, and she works to restructure jujutsu society in the wake of so much death and destruction, and out of a desire to prevent a power structure like the Zenin Clan from ever cropping up again. And Nobara eagerly helping her with that.

Idk, I think it would be interesting, and obvi there would be a lot more detail, emotional moments, etc etc, this is just the barest bones of plot beats, if that makes sense

[selamat-linting]

okay serious status update of the game. i finally had a proper base. there's a little farm, and i have a surplus of grain, enough to last the winter even if i dont do anything. i have so much bread my daily meal is a sandwich and a fruit salad. im in the process of making a copper anvil, i have a full leather armor with some to spare, and i have enough coal for several welding and working.

one glaring thing that i lack, is a bed. as i said before i have horrible luck when it comes to animals. when i was hunting and gathering without a stable place, i ate mostly rabbits and deers, which gave me some raw hide. but other than those, i got nothing. maybe a quail or a turkey if im lucky. the only animals that drop a hide large enough for a bed is a cow or a bear. i had a bed in my old base, but its long since burned down. i havent seen any cow ever since. i did meet a bear twice, which i died from btw. maybe i should make a bed from silk strings.

my search for valuable animals brings me nothing so far. but i did find a super large deposit of copper, so big i cant mine them all. i should craft a bag for that too. i probably should work on the things im already good at, like the mining and the agriculture, but when it starts snowing again, i know i cant travel as fast as i can and the resources i can just gather from the wilderness are very limited. plus, i can mine while looking for animals and farming for crops is something you can just left to grow on their own. urgh, i need to find a bed before winter. im sick of having to walk thousands of miles to go home.

my plan this summer is to get a bed, a backpack, farm as much as possible, and a steady source of milk. eggs would be nice. i found a quail but so far theyre all male. i cant breed them together so i think im just gonna kill one of them for food. im sorry but i cant afford homosexuality in my base, even if its pride month. farming is crazy btw, its time consuming, you thought youre done but then its night so you have to wait to leave house in the morning. but then by morning some crops are mature and you have excess seeds and a bunch of compost so the cycle starts all over again.

during winter, i would not be able to go far anywhere so im thinking to expand my base while waiting out the snow. my base already have two separate wings of the house, dedicated first for a kitchen and the other for a forge. dont ever build a kitchen or a room near the kitchen with wattle and daub btw. it WILL burn down. if you want to be safe but have a pretty base, have a layer of rock insulating any room with a fire source before building a second layer of the next room with wood. also dont put barrels on the ceiling of the forge especially if you dont put a proper chimney. dont waste precious hides, limewater and tannins like me. anyway, i want to expand the base, i want to have a bigger storage room, maybe even a little living room for guests, even though im only on my own in this world. also, i got lost really often. so i needed my base to have a super tall and big tower so i can easily find it. im gonna call it my babel tower and it will expand forever until i decide to move out. which will inevitably happen.

i might need to expand the forge next year and build a windmill or a waterwheel to automate the quern grinding process and anvil smithing and oh shit waterwheel requires a river and the flow on the river next door is too slow so i might have to move a bit. also i need a good light source so i need to find tallow and that requires me to explore the sea and hunt some whales. And dont forget to craft some blue steel for the lantern. And try glassworking for the windows. but thats a problem for next year's winter. everything's quite sufficient now.

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Stray Kids Academy - Chapter 5 : Drunken Mistakes

Series Masterlist

Main Pairing [This Chapter] : All Pairings

Warnings : alcohol use, fake flirting, making out, sexually explicit content, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, hickies, multiple orgasms, light choking, one night stands (between Kim Seungmin and original female character), drunken regrets

Word Count : 7,290

The Mitchells

It was a quiet Friday afternoon. The siblings were sitting around the apartment after classes were let out for the day. Zeke was laying on the couch and on his phone, scrolling through TikTok. Suddenly, he sat straight up.

“Oh, yeah.” He suddenly had his sisters’ attention. “You guys should get ready. We are going to a party tonight.”

Levi pinched the bridge of her nose. “What party?”

“The music nerds are having a party tonight.” Zeke explained. “They said it was gonna be a small get together, but who knows if that is actually true. Anyway, they invited me. So, I said you guys would come, too.”

“And you decided now was the perfect time to tell us?” Luna was originally interested in going to the party, but now was less enthusiastic knowing that Seo Changbin would be there. She hasn’t seen him since the beach.

“Well, yeah. If I told you Monday when I first heard about it, you guys would’ve found a way to talk yourselves out of it. And, frankly, y’all need to get out of the house.” Zeke got up from the couch. “Now, go get ready!” And, he ran to his room to get himself ready.

Luna and Levi looked at each other, Luna silently hoping that Levi would put a stop to Zeke and his shenanigans. Levi just shrugged and went to her room while Luna hung her head and silently went to her room as well.

The Boys

“Why are you guys getting dressed up?” Jisung was in his large hoodie and sweatpants. He didn’t have any classes that day and was perfectly content with having a lazy day.

“Oh, we are having a party.” Seungmin stated as he got drinks out on the counter.

“Sorry, we forgot to tell you.” Jeongin apologized while getting the snacks ready.

“He’s not sorry.” Minho patted Jisung’s shoulder as he walked by. “You know we tell you we have parties the day of so you don’t back out.”

Jisung felt the anxiety claw hup his throat. “How many people are coming?”

“The same as last time. Plus the Mitchells.” Chan explained. “And you know, if you feel overwhelmed, you can always find one of us.”

Jisung relaxed a little bit, but then his anxiety spiked back up again. “The Mitchells will be over. Meaning Zeke would be over. “Oh, shit. I have to get ready.”

“Need help picking an outfit?” Hyunjin followed after Jisung. “Don’t need you looking like a slob and make a fool out of yourself, right?”

Jisung hated how right Hyunjin was sometimes. “If you don’t mind.”

Hyunjin quickly grabbed onto Jisung’s wrist and led him to his room. “I have the perfect shirt in mind.”

Jisung knew not to argue when Hyunjin brought out a cropped top that would definitely show off some mid-drift and most of his stomach if he lifted up his arms.

“I’d wear this if it wasn’t too small for me now. So, you can have it.” Hyunjin threw the shirt at Jisung, who scrambled to catch it. “I’m sure Zeke will love the view too.” He said with a smirk.

Levi Mitchell

After getting ready, we all rounded up in the car, one of us buzzing with excitement. The house was already looking pretty crowded when we got there and it was barely sunset. I rounded up my siblings at the front door before going inside.

“Here’s the deal. We don’t separate from each other. We need to stay in eye-shot of each other. Okay?” I squinted my eyes at Luna. She nodded before I turned around to give Zeke the same look. But, when I turned around, he was already gone. “Song of a bitch.” When I turned around again, Luna was gone as well. “Motherfucker!”

I took a second to take a deep breath. I didn’t need to lose my cool here. I’d find them eventually. They are grown adults. I finally stepped inside to the sea of people I didn’t recognize. I thought I saw a flash of Zeke’s two toned hair head straight towards the kitchen.

Oh god, what if Zeke makes a fool out of himself? He loves drinking but he’s the lightest of lightweights. But, with this many people, I couldn’t make my way to the kitchen.

“Hey! You made it!” I turned to see Chan smiling at me. And my heart was racing. He looked hot. His arms were on full display in his white muscle tank. I tried to avert my eyes and saw he was wearing tight black jeans that also showed off his nice legs. When I looked back up at his face, my eye started to twitch when he had the smuggest look. “Like what you see?”

“Your fly’s down.” I said without even thinking.

I smirked as he looked horrified before looking down to see if I was telling the truth. He looked back up. “No, it’s not.” Then he got smug again. “Why were you looking, anyway?”

“I need a drink.” I pushed past him then looked back to make sure he was following. “You need a drink?”

He sighed. “Yes, very much.”

We made our way past everyone, eventually making it to the kitchen. Zeke wasn’t there, but I had a feeling I just missed him.

But, we got our drinks and started talking. Well, he was talking and my mind started to wander as I stared at his bare arms.

“You’re staring.” He suddenly said. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Maybe it was the little bit of liquid courage I had, but I told the truth. “You should get some tattoos. Frankly, you’d look good with some ink.” I’ve known for a bit that Chan had wanted to get tattoos, and I’m honestly surprised he didn’t have some already.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it.” Chan looked down at his bare arms. “I just figured tattoos had to be meaningful.”

“Not always. I used to think that too. But, then I got this tattoo-” I pointed to one of my little tattoos of a little duck with a knife. “And I wanted it, so I got it. And this one-” I pointed at my elbow with a bandage on it. “Just for fun too. All of these are basically for fun or cause I wanted them.”

Chan had a look on his face, like he was thinking about something. “Okay, so I’m gonna ask something. And don’t laugh, okay?” Levi nodded. “If I were to get a tattoo, could you design it?”

I almost spit out the beer I was sipping on. “You want me to design something for you?”

“You’re an art major and you are basically well versed on silly little tattoo ideas.” Chan’s eyes lingered on my arm, which had my sticker sleeve. “Plus, having anything on my body that was drawn by you will be an honor. And, what’s more meaningful than that?”

I felt my face heat up slightly. “I’ll let you think about it cause it’s a big thing to want to have someone else’s art on you.”

“I’ve already decided.” Chan smiled at me.

I looked away so he couldn’t see the blush that was obviously on my face. “I should probably go find Zeke before he does something stupid.” I mumbled. “He’s a mega lightweight.”

“I’ll help you find him.” Chan insisted.

I didn’t feel like arguing so I let him. We walked around the downstairs area for a few minutes, not finding him at all. Then, Chan and I passed by Minho.

“Oh, Cassanova.” I got his attention. “Have you seen Zeke? We can’t find him anywhere.” 

Minho blinked. “No?” Then he went back on his phone.

I took his phone from his hand. “Okay, I’m gonna ask again and you’re gonna tell the truth. Have you seen Zeke?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes. He’s with Jisung.”

“Where?” Chan asked.

“I don’t know.” He said, trying to reach for his phone. I gave it to Chan who was able to keep it out of Minho’s reach. “Okay, they went upstairs.”

“Do you know why?” I asked, losing my patience.

“Well, it doesn’t take a genius to guess why. They were hardcore making out earlier.” He glared at Chan and stuck out his hand.

Chan’s face was slightly pale as he handed Minho’s phone back to him. “We have to stop them.”

“Agreed.” We ran up the stairs towards Jisung and Felix’s shared room.

I grabbed the doorknob and turned it to see it was locked, then I started banging on the door.

“I’ll grab the keys.” Chan then ran off to his room before emerging with a ring of several keys.

“You had keys made?” I asked.

“For this reason, specifically. We don’t want any drunken mistakes happening.” Chan inserted the key into the knob, turned it, and opened the door.

Ezekiel Mitchell

Once we got to the party, I was out of there. I didn’t need to hear Levi lecture us about how we needed to stay near each other. Frankly, if I was near my sisters, I wouldn’t get a kiss tonight. And, I was determined to kiss Jisung tonight. Meaning, I needed some liquid courage.

I made my way straight to the kitchen, grabbed the closest bottle to me, and went to go find Jisung. The alcohol burned down my throat.

The problem with big parties like this was that there were way too many people. And, finding the people you wanted to find was nearly impossible.

I eventually leaned up against the nearest wall and tried to find my head, which was spinning hardcore. I completely forgot how much of a lightweight I was. I set the bottle down somewhere, I don’t even remember where. I just needed to close my eyes and try to get my head in order.

“Oh, my god! I didn’t know you’d be here!” I opened my eyes and noticed Brittney standing in front of me. “What are you doing here?”

I rubbed my eyes. “I’m friends with the frat.” I explained. “And, I was invited.”

“That’s so cool!” She laughed and grabbed onto my hand, interlacing our fingers together. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in a while.” She leaned in closer so I could hear her better.

I’ve been around.” I said. Jeez, my head was spinning. I looked around the room, hopefully looking for a way out.

“We should hang out tonight.” I could smell the liquor on her breath as she leaned in closer, till we were chest to chest.

I looked over her shoulder, trying to find a way out. I saw Jisung and my breath caught in my throat. I could see his mid-drift in the shirt he was wearing and the tight jeans that hugged his legs made me go crazy.

My smile must’ve made Brittney think I was smiling at her invitation. “Why don’t we go upstairs?” Her face was now inches from mine, blocking my view.

“What?” I asked. I was a little stunned to be invited upstairs by a girl I didn’t even like.

“Upstairs. It’s so loud down here. Maybe we can go somewhere more private?”

I needed to defuse the situation, fast. “Oh, no. I like it down here.” Nailed it.

“There’s no need to be shy.” She brings up her hand to caress my face. The contact made my face heat up, or maybe it was just the alcohol.

“He’s not shy. He’s just not into you.” I looked over to see Jisung standing there with his arms crossed. He looked pissed. Why was it so hot that he looked pissed?

“Excuse me?” Brittney looked annoyed as she stepped away from me, letting go of my hand in the process.

“You’re excused.” Jisung put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to his side. “You can go now.” I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“We were talking.” She tried to keep on a conversation she was obviously losing.

“Actually, he’s talking to me now.” Jisung then gripped my chin and turned my head so I was now facing him. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

Holy fuck. I couldn’t help but smile at him as my face heated up a million times more.

“Maybe you’re just projecting cause he’s not interested in you.” Brittney smirked. “Jealousy really isn’t a good look on you.”

“I’m willing to test that theory.” Then, he turned to me, leaned in close, and kissed me.

I froze for a second while my mind caught up. Jisung was kissing me. The hand that was gripping my chin went up to caress my cheek as his thumb rubbed against my cheek bone.

I turned my body so I could kiss him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. We didn’t stop even when he heard Brittney scoff and stomp away. Jisung then turned my body and pressed a hand to my chest and pushed me up against the wall and continued to kiss me.

He let out a gasp as I nibbled down on his bottom lip. He pressed his body against mine as he ran his tongue against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly to let his tongue in. My mind was buzzing as his tongue explored my mouth. I wanted more. I wanted to be closer.

My arms went from around his neck and my hands started exploring. My hands went from his waist to his bare hip and up the fabric of his shirt, grazing his bare stomach.

He pulled away from me to look me in the eyes. I whined at the loss of contact and immediately went to kiss him again. From his mouth, to his jaw, then down his neck. He sighed in my ear and , god damn, I was addicted to the sound. I bit down on his neck, just chasing the sounds he was making. Instead of sighing, he moaned.

He grabbed onto my face to push me away from his neck. His face was a beautiful sight. Half-lidded, dark eyes just begging for more. His cheeks were red and his lips were slightly parted.

“Upstairs.” He whispered. It was then that I noticed we weren’t in the room alone. I’d completely forgotten we were just in the middle of a party. “Let’s go upstairs.”

My stomach fluttered as I nodded. He took my hand and led me upstairs.

Jisung’s mouth found mine again before we made it to his room. He stumbled backwards, keeping our lips attached until his back hit the door. We parted slightly, giggling as he fumbled with the knob, finally getting the door open. We separated enough to get into the room, locking the door behind us.

I was pushed onto the nearest bed and Jisung got on top of me, straddling my hips. He connected our lips together as he started taking off my leather jacket. I sat up slightly to help him, and flung it across the room. We would find it later.

My hands traveled up his shirt, trailing my fingers down the lines of his muscles on his abdomen. Jisung’s hands started to wander too. From my face, to my neck, lower to my chest, abdomen. His fingers grazed against my bare stomach under my tank top.

Jisung then grabbed the edge of my tank top and started to pull up. I pushed his hands away before pulling the fabric over my head myself. He smirked at me before latching his mouth to my neck, his hands traveling up and down my bare chest as I felt his teeth and tongue play with the flesh of my neck.

His mouth traveled lower, from my neck and shoulder, down my chest to my abdomen, down to my stomach. His hand started to travel up my skirt, caressing my calf, up to my thigh, riding the fabric up to reveal more of my leg.

I covered my mouth to muffle all the obscene sounds that were coming from my mouth. Suddenly, Jisung came back up and gently grabbed my hand from my mouth. He intertwined our fingers together before kissing the back of my hand.

“I want to hear that sweet voice of yours.” He said in a low voice.

Holy fuck. I needed him.

I surged forward and crashed our lips together, wrapping my arms around his neck, keeping us close. “Just touch me already.” I breathed against his lips.

His hands started making their way towards my hips, to the waistband of my skirt.

Suddenly, Jisung was pulled off of me. I sat up to see Chan holding up Jisung, Levi was in the doorway with her arms crossed.

“Oh, hey Chan.” Jisung said, nonchalantly. “What are you doing here?”

“You need to go to bed.” Chan stated. “You drank way too much.”

“I was already in bed.” Jisung laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“No. You were in Felix’s bed.” Chan let him down and pushed him over to his own bed. “Go to bed.”

Oh, yeah. Jisung shares a room with Felix.

Chan was scolding Jisung as he climbed into his own bed and rolled over.

Levi leaned down to my level with my tank top in her hands. She handed the fabric to me and I pulled it over my head before smoothing down my hair.

“Are you okay?” She asked as she helped me stand up. My head spun as I stood up, making me sit back down on the bed.

“Yeah, I’m great.” I said as I yawned and rubbed my eyes. I forgot how tired I got when I drank too much. Then, I looked over at Jisung who was already asleep. “Can I sleep with him?”

“No. We don’t need you two freaking out when you wake up tomorrow morning. You’re already gonna be awkward tomorrow as is.” She scolded.

I yawned again. Chan then leaned down next to Levi. “You can sleep in my room if you’re tired.”

I nodded. Chan then led me to his room where I laid down, pulling the covers up to my chin.

Luna Mitchell

Once Zeke ran off, it was only a matter of time before I split too. I was itching for a drink and, frankly, I didn’t want to be restricted by having my twin hovering over me all night.

I made a way too strong mixed drink once I made it to the kitchen. I grabbed a bag of chips and went to find a corner to chill in till the drink kicked in.

Several drinks in, I was starting to feel it. Half the bag of chips was gone. And I was craving a different snack. So, I went back to the kitchen to try and find something sweet now.

“Oh, hey.” Jeongin walked up to me. “I thought I saw Levi and Zeke earlier, but I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“Why’s that?” I asked as I searched through their cupboards.

“Doesn’t seem like your scene.” He explained, leaning up against the countertops. “How are you doing today?”

Jeongin never asks how I am. I look at him confused. “Fine? How are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.” He smirks at me. His eyes flicked over to the side for a second. “You look nice tonight, by the way.”

“Thanks.” I pulled out some chocolates I found and popped one in my mouth.

“Mind if I have one?” Jeongin’s eyes flicked over to the side again before looking at me.

What was he looking at? I discreetly looked over to the side to see Changbin staring at me. He didn’t look happy.

Oh.

I smirked as I looked back at Jeongin. “Sure.” Then, I took out a chocolate and brought it up to Jeongin’s lips. “Say ‘ah’.”

Jeongin opened his mouth slightly, letting me slip the chocolate in. He hummed as he chewed. “ Just as sweet as you are.

I playfully hit his shoulder, but I let my touch linger. “Shut up, you know I’m not sweet.” I flicked my eyes over to Changbin. He looked furious as my hand lingered on Jeongin’s shoulder. So, I ran my hand down his arm, then gripped his hand, linking our fingers together.

Suddenly, Changbin was marching over to us. I couldn’t suppress my smile. For some reason, Changbin looking upset was extremely hot. And, I needed to savor this moment.

“Hey, whatchu guys doin’?” Changbin tried to smile, but his eyebrows were still furrowed.

“Just talking.” Jeongin smiled as he squeezed my hand.

Changbin crossed his arms over his chest, still smiling. “Interesting.” His eyes flicked down to our joined hands and he took a deep breath. “Luna, I actually wanted to show you something.”

“Oh?” I was actually surprised. I let go of Jeongin’s hand and turned to Changbin, who quickly grabbed onto my hand and started dragging me away. I looked back at Jeongin, who was not giving me a smile and a thumbs up.

The garage was messy. Tools were everywhere, along with several empty pizza boxes. There was a lumpy looking couch against the opposite wall. In the middle of the garage were two motorcycles.

“So, did you just want to flex on your motorcycles?” I asked, the alcohol was starting to kick in as my head started to spin.

“No. I just wanted some alone time with you.” He said, bluntly. “But, that one is Chan’s bike anyway.” He motioned to the motorcycle on the left.

I walked up to Changbin’s bike. “So, what could I do to get you to let me ride this thing?” I asked as I got on the bike, putting my hands on the handles.

Changbin was silent. I turned to him, expecting him to answer me. But, his eyes were dark as he stared at me. I didn’t know if I did the right thing, or if I pissed him off.

He walked up to me, picked me up by the waist and set me back down so I was sitting sideways on the bike. His hands lingered on my waist as I looked into his eyes. My hand found their way to his shoulders as he started to lean in.

The moment our lips touched, my mind was buzzing and I felt sparks go down my spine. Our kiss started slow and soft. Before long, it got heated and desperate.

Changbin ran his tongue against my lip. I decided to throw him a bone and open my mouth for him. Our tongues wrapped around one another as my hands went to his hari. I tugged slightly on the strands, making him groan in my mouth.

His hands went down to the back of my thighs before picking me up, making me squeal. He laughed against my lips as he started walking to the couch. He gently laid me down on the couch before getting on top of me, connecting our lips together again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped one of my legs around his waist, just to keep us close. His hands went straight to my sides before sliding up, his hands grazing my breasts.

I quickly went to take off his red leather jacket, leaving him in a black tank top. My hands gripped his biceps as his hands propped the hem of my fishnet shirt and pulled up, leaving me in my cropped tank top.

Then, his hand went under the fabric, under my bra, and gently caressed my bare breast. His thumb rubbed against my nipple, making me gasp against his lips.

Changbin pulled away before latching his lips to my neck and my shoulder before playing with the flesh with his teeth and tongue. He put his knee between my thighs and the friction against my core made me moan as my nails dug into his biceps.

“Shh, babygirl.” He put his lips near my ear. “You don’t want them hearing us, right?”

“Wow, you really think you’re that good that you could make me that loud?” I couldn’t help but be sarcastic. Didn’t need him to get a big head.

I let out an involuntary moan as his hand went from under my bra to between my thighs, under my skirt. “What was that? I didn’t catch that.” Changbin smirked as he went back to marking my shoulders and neck with his bitemarks. His palm rubbed up against my core, making me moan much louder.

He pushed my panties to the side with his finger before looking into my eyes, silently asking for permission. Once I nodded, he brushed his finger against my folds, smirking at how wet I was.

Then, he pushed a finger in while his thumb rubbed up against my clit. I bit down on my lower lip to suppress the obscene noises coming from my mouth, which didn’t work.

With his other hand, he then tugged my tank top and bra up to expose my breasts before placing his lips on my chest, marking them as well as he added another finger inside me.

“Fuck, babygirl. You sound so good for me.” He came back up to capture my lips in a desperate kiss. I moaned in his mouth as he curled his fingers inside me, finally hitting that spot that made me see stars.

He must’ve felt me clench around his fingers since he pulled away and looked me in the eyes with a smirk before leaning down to my ear. “That’s it, babygirl. Cum for me.”

As embarrassing as it is to admit, hearing those words made me cum all over his fingers. I let out a loud moan as my nails dug deeper into his biceps, riding out my high.

He then removed his hand from between my thighs. “I’m not quite done with you yet. You can handle more, right?”

I bit my lip in anticipation as he lowered himself to kiss and lick down my neck, in between my breasts, down my stomach. He hiked up my skirt to reveal my messy panties. He hooked his fingers around the waistband before pulling them down. I lifted my hips up to help him remove my panties. He pulled them down enough and left them hanging off one of my ankles and he settled in between my open thighs.

My hands instantly went to his hair as he licked up my still wet folds. He hummed against me, sending a shiver down my spine. He hooked us arms around my thighs to keep my legs open as he dove in full force, spreading my lips with his tongue alone. 

He rolled his tongue around my clit and sucked on it. I was shaking from pleasure and moaning way too loud. I prayed to every god I didn’t believe in that no one would hear us.

“Does that feel good? Or, am I-” I cut his sarcastic comment off by shoving my hips forward.

“Shut up and keep going or I’m never letting you touch me again.”

He quickly obeyed, his tongue entering me as his nose rubbed up against my clit. He darted his tongue in and out at a speed I didn’t know was possible. I was left a shaking, moaning mess as my eyes rolled back. I was sure my voice would be hoarse by the time he was done with me.

One of his hands left my thigh and climbed up till it was gripping my breast. He kneaded at the flesh and pinched at my nipple. I started grinding my hips into his mouth, chasing that oh so pleasurable feeling.

I came into his mouth not long after, a high pitched expletive leaving my lips as a tear escaped the corner of my eyes.

He continued to lick the arousal off me before leaving a trail of kisses down my thigh, occasionally nipping and sucking at the flesh, most likely leaving more marks there too.

He moved further down and helped me put my panties back on, putting my skirt back into place, moved my bra and tank top back over my breasts. He rubbed his thumb along my smeared makeup around my eyes. I didn’t realize how much I teared up.

Changbin gave me a small smile before leaning down and kissing me again. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I didn’t hate it. He then got up and grabbed a towel, ran it under water from a sink in the corner, and came back to hand it over to me.

“Sorry, bunny. I kind of ruined your makeup.”

I took out my phone and tapped the camera app to assess the damage. Yep, my makeup was fucked. I sighed and started to wipe it off.

Once my face was all clean and fixed up my hair, Changbin sat down next to me before pulling me into his lap and gave me another kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” He smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure you have.” I smiled at him, though.

“When do you have to leave?” He asked, resting his head on my shoulder.

“I’m not sure. If we all get drunk and we can’t drive, I think we’ll have to stay the night.”

“Do you, maybe, wanna sleep in my room?” He asked, suddenly getting shy.

“What? You think you’re gonna get luckier than you already have?” I joked around with him.

“I mean, not unless you wanted to.” He started. “I just thought we could cuddle.”

I thought about it for a second before nodding. “That actually sounds really nice.”

I got up from his lap and grabbed his hand. When we exited the garage, mostly everyone was gone. I didn’t realize just how long we were in that garage, but I wasn’t complaining.

He led me up to his room, where he grabbed one of his shirts for me to wear for the night. Then, we crawled into his bed, his arms immediately going around my waist and pulling me close.

Levi Mitchell

It was after we put Zeke and Jisung to bed. I’d lost track of Chan at some point. And I still haven’t seen Luna. God, I needed a drink. And another, and another.

I didn’t know how many alcohols I mixed together, but my head was spinning before I knew it. And, I didn’t care.

“Hey, babe.” I heard a deep voice say behind me. I turned to see a guy I didn’t even recognize. “What’s a fine thing like you doing all alone at a party like this?”

“Sorry, I’m not interested.” I cut straight to the point. Even if I was a horny drunk, this guy looked gross and I wasn’t about to let him anywhere near me, let alone touch me.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” He followed me as I walked away. He ended up cornering me. “I can see you undressing me with your eyes.”

“Dude, seriously. Back off.” I tried pushing him away, but he was stronger than me.

“Is there a problem?” The both of us looked over and saw Seungmin, and he did not look happy. He put a hand on the guy’s shoulder. “The lady said no. Why don’t you get out of here?” It wasn’t a question, it was a command.

The guy didn’t have time to answer before Seungmin grabbed him by the back of the shirt and went to throw him out of the house.

Before I knew it, he came back with a worried look on his face. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” I tried to say without shaking. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was scared a guy tried to come onto me. “I’m okay.”

Seungmin put an arm around my shoulder. “Come on.” He must’ve seen how freaked out I was. And, I honestly didn’t want to be at the party anymore. He led me up to his room, away from prying eyes.

He sat me down on his bed and sat down next to me. His arm was still around my shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I had stopped shaking by now. “Yeah.” Then, I turned to him. “Thank you.”

He pulled me into a tight hug. It was then I could smell the alcohol off of him. And the smell of his cologne. It was comforting.

We pulled away and our faces were very close. His eyes were hooded as they moved down to look at my lips. My eyes flicked down to his lips as he flicked out his tongue to wet his lips. Then, we looked into each other’s eyes again.

Seungmin then leaned in and kissed me. And, I didn’t pull away. Far from it. I kissed him back. His hands went up to caress my face as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue across my lip, asking for entrance. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close as I let his tongue into my mouth.

He placed a hand on my waist and another hand on my side, slightly caressing my clothed breast. He pulled away from me and started kissing down my jaw and neck.

I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him on top of me. He adjusted his position so he was straddling my waist. His hands went to the hem of my top, pulling up to expose my bra. I sat up slightly to pull the fabric off myself.

His hands went under my bra, grabbing onto my breasts as his thumbs brushed up against my sensitive nipples, making me gasp.

He pulled away with a smirk. “They’re pierced?”

“Just shut up and keep touching me.” I breathed out.

“Was planning on it.” His hands went behind me to unclip my bra before throwing it across the room, leaving my top half exposed. He licked his lips at the sight. “Fuck. So gorgeous.”

He went to kiss me between my breasts and down to my stomach. His hands went to my waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts before pulling them down, along with my panties.

His eyes were dark with lust as I lay fully naked under him. He leaned down and hungrily kissed me, his hand going between my thighs and his fingers brushed up against my wet folds. It was almost embarrassing how wet I was.

“You’re so wet.” He groaned against my lips. “All because of me.”

I let out a moan as he pressed a finger into my entrance, angling his hand so his thumb was rubbing against my clit as he thrust his finger in and out.

My hands went under Seungmin’s black shirt till I was touching his bare back, my nails digging into the flesh as he added another finger. He groaned as my nails dragged down his spine.

He quickly retraced his finger before stripping off his jean jacket and his shirt before going back in. His head dipped down to my stomach and kissed down lower and lower. My hands found their way into his hair for leverage as he started to put my legs onto his shoulders.

He then lapped his tongue against my clit, sending a wave of pleasure up my spin. He stuck his fingers back into my entrance and started pumping is fingers in and out at a steady rhythm.

My fingers gripped at the strands of his hair and tugged slightly, making him groan against me. He added a third finger, really stretching me out. I couldn’t think about anything except the pleasure I was being given.

His other hand  gripped at my hip and trailed up till he grasped onto my breast, massaging the mound of flesh as his thumbs rolled across my nipple.

He then started to suck on my sensitive bundle of nerves. I let out a loud moan and tugged harder on his hair, making him groan against me before retracting his mouth from my clit.

“You taste so fucking good.” His voice was low as he continued to pump his fingers at an unbelievable speed. “I bet you feel amazing.”

As I started to clench around him, he quickly retracted his fingers, making me whine from the loss of contact.

I couldn’t deny that I needed him right then and there. I pulled him up by his shoulders and hungrily kissed him before going down and leaving open-mouthed kisses along his throat. He went to unbuckle his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. With my help, he was able to shimmy out of his pants and boxers.

My mouth watered at the sight of him. He smirked at my expression. “Like what you see?”

I shut him up by smashing my lips onto his and pulling him back on top of me, wrapping one leg around his waist to keep him close.

“Wait.” He said as we parted. He then leaned over to his bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. “Gotta be careful, right?”

I watched as he rolled the condom on, getting a little impatient by the second. I wanted - no, I needed him inside me.

“Come here.” I opened my arms and legs a little wider for him. He licked his lips at the sight before getting on top of me again, kissing me with such passion I damn near melted from his touch.

He aligned himself near my entrance before pushing in, making me moan and roll my head back. “Fuck-”

He groaned against my neck as he continued pushing inside, further and further till he was all the way in. “I was right.” He looked me in the eyes. “You feel fucking amazing.”

Then he started to move. And, fuck, it felt amazing. Maybe the alcohol was helping with the pleasure but either way, it felt fucking amazing. My hands went to grip his back, dragging my nails along his shoulder blades.

He sped up his pace as he attached his lips to my shoulder, licking and sucking at the flesh. No doubt he left a mark. He then grabbed onto my arms, pinning my wrists above my head. He used one hand to keep them in place.

He then went back in to attack my neck. His teeth grazed my skin before he bit down, hard. I let out a pained moan before he covered my mouth with his other hand and sucked at the spot, almost painfully so.

He replaced his mouth from my throat with his hand, slightly squeezing. Not enough to cut off air, but enough that there was some pressure against my windpipe as he continued to pound into me.

He eventually let go of my wrist, grabbed onto my thigh and threw my leg over his shoulder so he could hit me at a whole new angle. Our moans and groans filled the room as he plowed into me, making me see stars.

“Fuck…you feel so good.” He kissed up my jaw to my lips, eventually alleviating some pressure from my throat. “So fucking good for me.”

It wasn’t long before we were reaching our climax together. He collapsed on top of me after unhooking my leg from his shoulder. I hadn’t realized I was crying for pleasure till he looked at my face and started wiping my tears away.

“You okay? He asked before pulling out of me.

I didn’t trust my voice. I just nodded and he smiled down at me before giving me another kiss. He then got up to throw the condom away, pull on some clothes, and get me cleaned up.

I pulled on my panties before he handed me one of his shirts to wear for the night. He climbed into his bed beside me and pulled me close, my back resting up against his chest.

~~~~~

I woke up as the sun was rising the next morning. My head was pounding and I had the worst case of dry mouth. I opened my eyes to see a room I barely recognized. Just what happened last night?

I heard light snoring beside me. I looked over to see Seungmin, sound asleep. Then, I looked down at myself to see I was only wearing underwear and his shirt. Memories of the previous night started flooding back.

Fuck. This isn’t happening, right?

I quickly found my clothes and quietly pulled them on, leaving behind Seungmin’s shirt. I exited his room, careful not to wake him up.

When I turned around, I saw Chan walking up the stairs. We both stopped and just stared at each other.

He must’ve seen the look on my face cause he looked concerned and finally broke the silence. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head even though I said, “Yeah, just a headache. I need to get home. Where’s Luna and Zeke?”

“Zeke is still sleeping in my room. I think I saw Luna go with Changbin though.”

“Is it okay if I pick them up later? I just really need to get home.”

He gave me an even more concerned look as he brows furrowed. “Yeah, that’s okay. I’ll let them know when they wake up.”

I never drove home quicker than I did that morning. Once I got home, I got into the shower to try and make myself feel better. But, I ended up sitting on the tub floor, crying. I really fucked up and I didn’t know how to fix it.

Ezekiel Mitchell

I woke up with a pounding headache. My hand went to the bedside table to find my phone. Once I found it, my eyes strained as the brightness of my phone burned my eyes. I quickly turned down the brightness and saw the time. Almost noon.

I turned over to find I was in a completely different room. I sat up and looked around. Oh, it was just Chan’s room.

Suddenly, everything started flooding back. Me drinking way too much, Jisung’s lips on mine, how we almost went further than making out. My face heated up as I touched my lips. Does that mean he likes me back?

I flinched as I heard a knock at the door. A few seconds later, it opened to reveal Chan. “Oh, good. You’re awake.” He sat down on the bed and faced me. “How are you feeling?”

“Like death.” I deadpanned. “How’s Jisung?”

Chan got a weird look on his face. “He’s currently throwing up.” He looked away from me. “Listen, Zeke. He doesn’t really remember anything from last night.”

My shoulders sank. “Like, anything?”

He shook his head. “Or so he tells me. But, he’s never been a good liar.” He looks at me again. “Levi will be here soon. Then, you can go home and rest.”

I stumbled down the stairs with Chan’s help to see Luna in the same predicament as me. Holding her head, looking like she was going to throw up any second.

None of the other boys were downstairs. They must be sleeping off their hangovers or throwing up as well.

I eyed Luna, who had a considerable amount of hickies on her neck and shoulders. “Fun night?” I asked with a smirk.

“Shut the fuck up.” She groaned as she held her head.

We all flinched as we heard a car honk outside, signaling that Levi was here. It took a couple minutes, but we all eventually made it into the car.

“You didn’t spend the night?” Luna asked.

“No.” Was all Levi said.

The car ride was silent. No talking, no music. Something was wrong. But, we were all too hungover to even address it.

[icyharrington]

Hayyyy prompt 13 & 18 with Stevie ??

Yesss OKAY ill do them as 2 separate ones if that’s ok?? Also I’m sorry this turned out way longer than I intended, I think it’s around 2k words so not exactly a blurb lmfao but ohhh well ^_^

Contains: vaginal sex, car sex, bratty reader, daddy kink (sorry to those who aren’t into that lmaoo i just feel like steve has a daddy kink)

13. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

It’s just about sundown, and Steve pulls down the visor of his car with a grimace as he’s hit head-on by a potent ray of orangey light. “Jesus, that’s fucking blinding!”

The situation isn’t much better on the passenger side, where you’re seated in your denim shorts and crop top, thigh bouncing with excess energy from hours of remaining still. You dip your head down to avoid the beams of sun, sighing impatiently. “How close are we to the motel?”

“You’re the one with the goddamn map, (y/n)!” he snaps irritably, clearly struggling to maneuver his head between you and the sunbathed road. “Shit! It’s like someone’s shining a flashlight right in my eyes!”

It’s been approximately twelve hours since your road trip to California with your boyfriend had commenced, and Steve had gotten it in his head to take some of the backroads during rush hour in order to avoid the traffic. He turned out to be right about that theory, with the roads being sparsely populated for miles on end, but neither of you have any clue where you are anymore. “Just fucking pull over at this point.”

Steve complies with your suggestion, forearm flexing deliciously as he shifts his beloved BMW into park, choosing a shady spot out of the way of the street. He’s visibly stressed, with his hair starting to go limp due to an extended period without a Vera Fawcett touch-up. “Let me see the map. I marked where the motel is, so we just need to figure out where we are right now.”

He retrieves the pen he has tucked behind his ear, clicking the back down with his mouth as he swipes the gigantic map from your hands. Resting it up against the dashboard, he scans the tiny dots and letters with knit brows until he finally turns back to you with a solemn expression. “Yeah, I  have no fucking clue where we are.”

“Well, this sucks,” you gripe, sliding down in your seat until your butt is hanging off, like you’re melting into a puddle right there on the floor of Steve’s car. “I’m so fucking bored.”

“Well, damn! Sorry that you don’t like playing I Spy with me!” Steve says, appearing genuinely offended. “Just give me a few minutes and I can figure this out, okay? We can’t be more than an hour away from the place.”

“Oh, fantastic. Only an hour?” you groan, not attempting to hide your sarcasm in the slightest.

Steve shoots you a pointed glare, opening his mouth to speak before apparently deciding against it, instead giving you an incredulous shake of his head. Then he goes back to studying the map, leaning forward as he rests his elbows on his denim-clad knees.

You stare at him from where you still sit slumped, pushing yourself back up onto the seat so you can stretch your bare legs out in front of you. Your shorts are impossibly short and high-waisted, to the point where the pockets stick out the back; they’re Steve’s favorite, not that he’s paying you any attention in them right now. Your sneakers have been discarded into the backseat, leaving your lower half bare save for a pair of calf-length tube socks.

Resting one leg onto the dashboard, you use the other to nudge Steve with your foot. “Steve.”

He keeps his eyes fixed on the map, rubbing the underside of his chin pensively. “I’m kinda in the middle of something, (y/n).”

Rolling your eyes, you give him another poke, kicking your legs up into the air once his focus is back on you. You can see the way his hazel eyes linger on the smooth expanse of your thighs and calves, jaw just barely clenching at the sight.

You just can’t stop yourself from distracting him; after all this time  staying put, you’re in desperate need for some action.

“No,” he says sternly, as you return your foot to his leg, rubbing him playfully. “Do you want to get to the motel by the end of the night or not?”

“But I’m so horny,” you whine, a pout evident on your painted lips. You dance your legs back and forth in front of you, using one hand to idly pull at the front of your top. “I can’t stop thinking of your big dick filling me up.”

You hear his breath catch in his throat, a rosy flush rising to prominence in his angular cheeks. He glances down to your cleavage, which you show off to him proudly, stretching the fabric down even further until your lacy pink bra is on full display. “Fuck. Babe, please- you know I want you, but we need to figure this out before it starts to get dark. I’ll give it to you good when we get to the motel, yeah? I promise.”

He draws a cross over his heart with his fingertips, but you aren’t satisfied with the declaration. The more you look at him, the more you crave him- the smell of his shampoo and musky deodorant, and his aftershave, buried in the crook of your neck and sinking into your skin, pressed as closely as your atoms will allow. The thought makes your head spin, a burning urge making itself known in the pit of your stomach.

You center your vision on him, with his plump lips and cutting jaw, fixing your eyes into wide, deceptively sweet pools of longing; your mouth is slightly parted as you take sharp gulps of oxygen into your lungs, your heart racing at the prospect of getting what you want. He can’t resist you when you’re like this, all faux-innocent and needy, which is exactly the reason why you’re putting this show on for him.

“But Steve…” you purr, tits heaving with each quickened breath. “I need you.”

You can sense that he’s trying not to fall into your trap, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he shakes his head slowly. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed.”

“So?” you counter, lashes fluttering. Unbuttoning your shorts with a quirk of your eyebrow, you test him, bringing the fabric down just low enough that he can see the lace of your panties peeking out.

“Ah, shit. Fuck it. Get over here.”

You’re unable to contain your excitement, squealing out gleefully as Steve undoes his jeans, wiggling his hips in order to pull them lower. He scowls at you resentfully, but the edges of his lips twitch as he fights back a smirk.

“What’re you waiting for, huh? You were the one begging me for my big dick- now hurry up and strip for me.” He licks his lips, pulling his boxers down with his jeans to reveal his semi-hard cock, the view of which makes your mouth water.

You follow through with Steve’s commands, figuring they’re only fair. There’s a sense of pride that washes over you when you witness Steve grow fully hard, seemingly in perfect time with you removing your skimpy top and even-skimpier shorts. You don’t take off your matching bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret, seeing that you would rather not be seen butt naked in the middle of who-knows-where by some pervy truck driver, and also because it’s cute and you spent a lot of money on it.

Steve doesn’t complain, though; his teeth sink into his lower lip as his eyes drink in your figure, draped all in lingerie that you purchased specifically with him in mind.

“You like it, Steve?” you ask, although the dumbfounded look on his face already gives away the answer to your question. “I got it just for you.”

“You are so goddamn sexy,” he mutters, taking a greedy hold of your backside with both hands as you climb into his lap. “Fuck the underwear. It’s all you.”

“Oh, please,” you giggle, flustered by his complimentary nature, though you should probably be used to it at this point. “You’re just saying that.”

Steve reaches between your legs, a low groan escaping his throat when he discovers how aroused you are, petting you experimentally through the brightly colored lace that veils your pussy. “Mhm. Don’t try and play modest, baby. You know you always drive me crazy. Now c’mon and ride me.”

He tugs your panties to one side, holding them in place for you while you position yourself to straddle him. Once your narrow, slick entrance is lined up with the wide tip of his cock, he brings his hands to support your hips, hissing as he guides you down into his lap.

His length stretches you wide, just like every other time he fucks you- he isn’t just being delusional when he claims to be packing, like most of the other college-age boys are. It hurts a little in the beginning, but he peppers your throat with open-mouthed kisses until your thoughts are incoherent, and you hardly notice the burning pain anymore. “Steve…”

“That’s my girl,” he praises lowly, his fingertips digging possessively into the padded flesh of your upper thighs; his face is hidden in your neck, words vibrating against your jugular, and you’re so overwhelmed with arousal that all you can do is whimper. “Won’t stop whining until daddy splits her on his cock, will she?”

You shake your head deviously, rocking your hips in a slow, easy rhythm; you tilt your head back, eyes blurred and vacant as Steve trails his veined hands up and down your body, cupping your breasts through your bra before traveling one down to rub circles on your clit. “Yeah. My babygirl’s being so nice and quiet for me now, finally.”

His voice is raspy, shaking; he thrusts his hips up underneath you, causing you to cry out, moving up and down on him faster. Steve slides the straps of your bra down your shoulders in preparation to free your breasts from their obscuring garment, attaching his lips to the space in between your breasts and collarbone and leaving bruises in his wake. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock like a- fuck- good girl.”

There’s sweat beading on your forehead, and you wrap your arms around him, needing his scent to envelope you entirely. You’re both moaning, immersed in your shared state of lustful bliss as he fucks you open, so hard and deep that you can practically feel him in your throat.

He continues circling your clit with his fingers, pushing in hard to make you squirm. His teeth scrape alongside your nipple, breaking several blood vessels in the process, which he takes obvious delight in. “If I make you cum on my dick, will you be a good girl for the rest of our trip? Hm?”

You pretend like you’re thinking about it, though at the moment you’re not exactly able to form a cohesive idea. “Maybe if you make me cum r-really hard…” you choke out, shocked by how much you’re struggling with the simple task of speaking.

He takes your face in his hand, eyes narrowing sternly. “No. It’s either yes or no, or you get nothing at all, ‘kay?”

“Fine! I’ll be a good girl, Steve, I swear. Just make me cum,” you beg, boosting your momentum so that you’re bouncing on him, your pussy taking his massive length with obscene, wet sounds. “Please?”

He chuckles at the panicked tilt of your voice, rolling his body underneath your own as he massages your clit in fervent, nonsensical shapes. “S’what I thought. Go on and cum for me, baby.”

As if he’s just recited some type of spell, your body obeys him without hesitation; an unabashedly loud cry escapes you as the orgasm ripples throughout your body, your walls clamping tightly around him.

Steve’s lips curve into a smirk as he observes you coming undone in his lap, stroking your hair affectionately when you eventually collapse into his chest, gasping with exhaustion.

“Good girl,” he whispers, tracing his right hand back and forth up your spine. “Now will you stop whining and distracting me?”

You let out a puff of air, your voice muffled by the fabric of Steve’s old band t-shirt. “Fine. As long as I can make you cum now, too.”

[jaycestaliss]

hi! thank you so much, i really appreciate your words 😌❤ and yeah the set did take me some time to make like around two days asdfghjkl but i love how it turned out especially the green gif, and sorry for deleting the ask! i answered it but got anxiety of it not being the answer you expected so i decided to make a tutorial instead on how i did that set (blending and color manipulation), but first i’ll leave some links to some great blending and coloring tutorials down below :)

- blending tutorials

becca’s, soph’s (which taught me how to blend) and alie’s

- coloring tutorials

becca’s, hella’s and sam’s

(personally i use becca’s tutorials bc we work in a similar way and they’re super amazing and were a huge inspiration and help me out on how to make this tutorial)

okay so lil blending and color manipulation tutorial under the cut

i’ll be using the first gif of the set you mentioned because it’s the one that needed the most color adjustments to get the red, other gifs didn’t need that much work and were fairly easy to get the color i wanted, so i’ll be going from this

to this

so starting, i work on each gif separately (crop, resize and color). the base gif will be the one where young aemond is looking to the front, tho honestly it doesn’t matter which gif you use as your base. once we’re satisfied with both of their colorings we go to the second gif which is the one of young aemond looking to the side, select both gif and coloring and click on the little folder on the bottom right corner highlighted with the red circle or just press ctrl+g on pc (cmd+g on mac i think)

we name it as ‘gif 2′ to know which gif is it and to not get confused. then we add a vector mask by clicking the little figure highlighted again with a red circle. do these steps for all the gifs you’re planning to blend, as it will group them all separately without their individual colorings overlapping each other

then we duplicate it and send it to the base gif and set the second gif to ‘screen’, though sometimes setting it to ‘lighten’ works too, it all depends on the gif so play with both to see which one looks better (trama = screen)

now is time to blend! for this i use a big brush like 200px, set to 0% hardness and 50% opacity, the bigger the brush and the lower the hardness, the softer the blending it’ll be, while using a smaller brush with an increased hardness, the blending will be sharper. we’re going to click on the base gif’s vector mask and with the brush set to black we’ll start to erase the left side of it, if we mess up then we set the brush to white by pressing ‘x’ and paint on it to correct anything. it should look like this

then we do the same with the second gif by erasing the right side and a little over aemond’s eye. personally i like to leave traces of both gifs so the blending looks smooth and nice. the end result should look like this

now is time to change aemond’s clothes to red! there are several ways to do this which is by using selective colors, hue/saturation, a gradient map or a new layer and paint over the gif, you can use one of these methods or several or all of them depending on your gif and the result you want to achieve. so we create a new folder atop our gifs and name it ‘red’ and create a selective colors layer, though the color isn’t that bright or strong i can see some green and maybe some cyan/blue tones on lil aemond’s clothes, so we adjust those colors to make the green pop up and set the selective colors layer to ‘color’, it should look like this

don’t worry too much if aemond’s face gets green and then red, we’ll fixed this later. now we create a hue/saturation layer, on the drop down menu we change the color to ‘green’ and drag the hue bar until the green changes to red or as close as possible to it, we do this for cyan and blues too (verde = green, cianes = cyan, azules = blue, sorry for ps being on spanish tho)

and voila! the green and cyan/blues had turned red

because the red looks dull and sad and needs to be brigthen up, we’re going to create a new selective colors layer and adjust the reds and yellows, like so:

you’ll notice that lil aemond’s face and hair has turned red, to get rid of that we’re going to pick up our brush, set it to black and start erasing those parts on the vector mask on our latest selective color layer. once you’re done duplicate twice that layer and drag one of its vector masks to our first selective color layer and the second one to our hue/saturation layer and delete the duplicates without vector masks, that way you don’t have to erase on each one of the vector masks again, just tweak each one to your liking, repeat this step for future layers

because i can see some yellow on left aemond’s hair and i want for it to be red so it blends with the rest of the color we then create a new hue/saturation layer, change the color to ‘yellow’ and set the hue to -65 and the lightness to +30. then we add a new selective colors layer and only work on the reds, we set everything to +100 though the cyan to -50. and lastly we add a new hue/saturation layer, change the color to ‘red’ and increase the saturation to +25. this will be the result. i’ve already done the step mentioned above about duplicating the vector masks

because there’s still some red on his hair and face and i’m lazy i select the folder named ‘red’, add a vector mask to it and just erased on it because i didn’t want to go and erase on each vector mask, too much work lol

i could very much leave the gif as it is but i felt it needed like a pop of color around it because the background is kinda dull and not that vibrant, so we create a new folder and name it ‘red layering’ (i need to name things or else i get confused), create a new layer, choose a vibrant yet deep shade of red (i’m using #b80505), pick up our brush (200px, 0% hardness, 50% opacity) and paint the background and a little over aemond’s clothes, set the layer to ‘tone’ and add a vector mask, like so:

i like how setting the layer to ‘tone’ gives his hair a soft red outline on places that didn’t change to red, like around the top of his hair. so next we duplicate the layer, set it to ‘soft light’ and the opacity to 40%, and with our brush set to black erase any parts we don’t want, like a little on his hair, his face and over his clothes, and apply the step i mentioned about duplicated vector masks and tweak to your liking

for this type of gifs i like to set the speed to 0.06, and voila! the gif is done! you can add in some typography if you want to c:

worth mentioning that other gifs won’t need that many adjustment layers, like the purple and green ones for example they only needed two selective colors layers and a little bit of painting on a new layer to achieve those colors. hope this tutorial was of any help :3c

[thepenultimateword]

Too Tall Part Two

Enjoy some height difference dynamics 😬

Part one here

...

Reyalta-3 was more than a station, it was a whole community. Unai had never seen anything quite like it.

The massive landing dock was only the beginning. As soon as she stepped out of the ship port, she was met with dozens and dozens of station levels, each one full and beating to its own pulse. People weren't only resting here, they were making lives for themselves. Markets, homes, schools, playgrounds, cultural halls, it was all there. Not just a cold, identical layout on every floor either, different species had claimed levels for their own, making each one unique and personally tailored to their people. It was more like taking a lift to separate planets than floors.

The only thing each level had in common was the thick glass cylinder that ran through the center of the entire station. If Unai pressed her forehead to the glass and looked down, she could see a wealth of plant life. Trees, flowers, vines, bamboo, vegetable gardens, a great tube full of naturally made oxygen to sustain the station.

Unai had barely been on-station for an hour when Commander Antolin Hayes asked her to walk with him. It seemed he was attempting to familiarize her with every inch of the station in one afternoon--that was another thing about Reyalta-3, they kept time like a planet. There was no sun to actually make it lighter or darker, but they kept clocks on all the walls and the station was automated to dim and brighten lights accordingly.

In any case, Unai didn't mind being dragged around, not when it gave her an opportunity to watch the little human work. It took him three steps to keep ahead of every one of her strides so he was always moving at a rapid pace to avoid being overtaken by her, which was cute.

“The main areas of intrusion are the landing docks, the top-level observatory, and the waste disposal center on the fifth level," Hayes said. "The observatory is blocked off for repairs, but I can't just close down the other areas; people use them daily, and I don't need this station any further out of order."

"I'll get some troops stationed right away," Unai said, eyeing the way he nervously gnawed at his thumb whenever he made a pause in speaking. "How long have you been station commander."

"Two of your years," he replied off-handedly before diving back into his explanation. "Perhaps if it was just the port I could set up some shooters and keep the bleeders off. Even if it was just those three spots, I'd hire some extra security and call it good, but the vermin sneak in through any side door they can find, places I've never even thought of. And when they can't find a door-- Just look!" He gestured meaningfully at a handful of crew finishing the welding on a section of wall. "They rip straight through the hull. They don’t care who they hurt. They're reckless, and that makes them dangerous."

"That does present a problem. Why did you decide to settle down here?"

"I wouldn't call living in a station in the middle of space settling. But exploring was getting tiresome, and I knew I could make a bigger difference here, so there you have it. Anyway, what would you suggest for security for those backdoor infiltration problems? I can't have soldiers marching around everywhere. The people will start worrying more than they already are, and I'm already concealing the gravity of the problem. The last thing I need is an overly tense station because that's when problems crop up within the community."

"Let me think on that. So, where's home for you? How did you get into space travel?"

Hayes turned on his heel abruptly, tipping his chin straight back to make scathing eye contact. "I'm sorry, but are you actually taking this seriously?"

Unai blanched a little at the daggers in his stare before straightening her spine with a proud roll of her shoulders that emphasized her height. "I take every assignment seriously."

"Then perhaps you could quit ogling me for two seconds and contribute something useful."

Unai opened and closed her mouth a couple times. "I haven't been og--

The human rose up on his toes, thrusting out his chest and sizing her up despite being eye level with her bottom rib. "I might be human, and I might be little, pathetic, and weak compared to you, but I'm also the commander of this station. You work for me. Everything you do, every little decision you make, will be done because I allow it. This isn't your show. Now, I have gratefully accepted Ke'tukar's aid, but I will not hesitate to seek elsewhere if I feel this coalition is lacking."

A shock ran up Unai's legs. If she failed Ke'tukar outside of battle, she would be stripped of all ranks and titles. The shame alone would be worse than death. "I don't think it will come to that, Commander. I assure you--"

"What assurance can I feel from one-sided respect? We're both highly ranked officials, but I have been fighting for your attention since your arrived. A real partnership begins with honesty and trust. So were you ogling me or weren't you?"

Unai swallowed hard. "I...I was..."

"Thank you for your honesty. Moving on." Hayes dropped back on his heels and spun back around into his brusque walk. "Thoughts on security, Captain Unai?"

"We should set up a flight team that patrols the outside of the station. That way you can pinpoint when and where the intruders are trying to enter. In case intruders are looked over or happen to make a breach, there should be soldiers on all levels. However, we'll keep them out of uniform so that your civilians don't get uneasy. We should also stagger your security with mine. They know we're here to help, so too many wandering Ke'turians would be suspicious."

Hayes nodded. "Why don't we draft a schedule this evening?"

"Of course, the sooner the better. May I see the observatory, next? An open hole in the station is our weakest point, and I'd like a clearer idea on how to deal with it."

Hayes motioned to one of the lifts. "This way."

Unai fought the urge to watch him as he stretched his arm above his head for the top button, instead gazing around at the lift's chrome paneling. She'd pushed all signs of agitation from her voice and expression, but she couldn't hide it from herself. Her knees were weak and her blood full of electricity. She had to fight a stubborn shiver threatening to run down her spine. This was what people meant about humans. Until ten seconds ago, she couldn't imagine anything cowering to such a small being, and yet he'd barked her into submission in less time than it took her to lineup her troops.

She needed to know more about him. But perhaps with a little more subtlety.

Part Three Here

[nishiannoya]

HELLO,,, i randomly thought about this (you can do whatever you want with it bc i honestly just NEEDED someone to tell this to like !/!/!/ NEED)

okay so , listen.

angry sex with matsukawa because he decided to be a little bitch and make you horny before taking a midterm so you were just sexually frustrated while talking it and you weren't able to focus at all after weeks for preparing for it.

*does the yes dance* yo, you don't even know how perfect of timing this ask is. this could sort of fall under "something you wear that instantly turns them on" but like, super extended mattsun edition ;)

18+ Only - MINORS DNI

f!reader x matsukawa issei, college au, smut, language, friends to lovers, tsundere!reader, flirty!mattsun, fluff-ish, resolved sexual tension, just two total dumbasses crushin' on each other hard, test/exam stress, struggle for dominance, good ol' consensual boning, fingering, squirting, 'sweet heart,' 'baby girl,' little bit of biting and scratching, both of ya'll are gonna fail calc 2 (8.3k twc)

You are asking for it. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you got dressed in the morning - well, more like you're aware that you look good in your green crop top and you know a certain somebody is going to notice. Perhaps you should have chosen a better day to experiment with your wiles on your dorm neighbor and classmate, but you hadn't a clue as to how it could possibly bite you in the ass. It's just some harmless fun between friends. 

Mattsun makes no secret of his attraction to you, always flirting and dropping hints that you could take advantage of him with no resistance, though he stays respectful of your space. The build up of little comments over the school year have become too much for you to ignore, and lately you've been a little bit more responsive to his provocations. He's hot. Everyone knows you two have something going on. You're a bit apprehensive to give in though - just that little doubt in your mind that he's messing around with you.

Right now, his knee is burning against yours as you study for calc 2 at the dining table of your dorm. His excuse is that you two can share a textbook even though you can spot the corner of his in the backpack he brought over. It started out as what could be excused as an accidental brush, until it happened about 10 more times, most of them his fault (most of them). And here you are, painfully aware of the fact that your jeans are the only thing separating your skin from his. He must be aware as well - the contact being too deliberate for him not to be, but when you glance over at him he seems focused on an equation in his notebook. He shifts again in his seat, knee lifting away from you for a second before rubbing a bit higher up on your leg.

"Sorry, that keeps happening," he says as if that last one wasn't on purpose, though the upward pull of the corner of his lips is a dead giveaway.

"S'okay," you mumble, trying to act like you haven't noticed the dozen instances before. You refrain from mentioning that it was his idea to sit so close to you, not wanting him to think that you don't like the contact even though you really need to concentrate.

Little aware are you of how many times his eyes have been darting your way since he joined you about an hour ago. That fucking shirt you're wearing is so stupidly hot: a shade of green that compliments your skin and makes the pinkness of your lips stand out, cut in a v-neckline that shows off a generous amount of space between your collarbones and the valley of your breasts, and cropped right below the ribcage accentuating the curve of your waist where just a small amount of skin peeks through before the rise of your pants takes over. He swears you solely exist to torture him. He'd never tell you that, though he can barely contain his actions.

You lean up from your chair to reach for the packet of twizzlers candy on the other side of the table and Mattsun suppresses a groan when the bottom of your shirt rides up your back. He wants so badly to just reach out his hand and let his fingertips graze across the exposed skin...

"Oi!" You yelp, ears burning and head feeling a little dizzy at the sudden touch. His eyes widen when you react and he realizes that he actually did that. You freeze on contact and almost drop the bag of candy. The skin on your back prickles as if you can still feel his fingertips there. You want to glare at him, but can only look surprised when you notice he almost seems flustered and it does something weird to your heartbeat.

"Ah- I just...your skin from the crop top," he says, shocked at his own actions.

Your face turns hot when you realize he must have been staring. It seems like you were right when you got dressed today, though you didn't think it'd be so effective. You self-consciously pull down your shirt and give him a suspicious pout, waiting for him to give you either an explanation or an apology. However, something else has his attention.

"Did you really get the goosebumps from that?" He asks while fighting an excited grin. His eyes spot all the places where your skin shows, trained on gauging your reactions to his flirting for some time now.

"Sh-Shut up! Need to study," you bark, turning your attention back to your notes to try and hide your face. If any more blood rushes to your head, your ears might pop from the pressure. Hopefully it doesn't show in your expression.

You can't fool him though. He stares at you for a moment longer before letting you pretend to work out a practice problem. As much as you desperately need to focus, all you can do is anticipate his next move. He knows you're aware of him now and you're trying to convince yourself that concentration will eventually come back to you if you fake it for long enough.

But Mattsun's found something he won't let go of. The equations infront of him swirl into nonsense as the gears turn in his head to formulate how to get another reaction like that out of you. He forces a sigh and leans back just a bit in his chair, throwing his ankle to rest on his thigh and pressing the ball of his foot and toes into the side of your knee. You pretend it's an accident and chew on your candy, but when he starts poking you with his toes, you cave to his demand for attention.

"What are you-? I swear," you grumble and whip him on the shoulder with a twizzler. You like the attention, especially from him, but you know the rest of the semester is just going to be worse when it comes to the difficulty of the course material.

"Oooooh, harder daddy," he coos in a fake high pitched voice. You almost laugh, turning your head away from him so he doesn't see you smile. God forbid you give him anymore clues that you actually find him entertaining at the moment.

"Quit messing with me. It'll be my hand next time," you say menacingly, though it sounds a little suggestive once it leaves your mouth.

"Oh? You'd indulge me that much?" He asks with quirked brows that you adore so much when he's not being a total imp. Okay, even when he is pestering you he's still gorgeous, but you really wish that wasn't the case right now.

"Don't test me, brat," you grumble, partially as the ongoing joke in your friendship that he wants to be dominated by you. "I need to do good on this midterm to make up for how shitty the rest of the semester is going to be. I already failed the first test."

"Fine, fine," he relents to your need to study, but only for a little bit. He really should respect your academic needs, he knows that. It's that you've been driving him mad ever since he found out you'd be living next to him and only made worse by sharing the same 8 AM calc 2 class. He had seen you around campus the previous year and could never find an excuse to talk to you. He almost wishes it could have stayed that way now that he's tormented everytime you walk to class together or answer his knocks on your door to do homework.

He might be the one purposely distracting you, but he swears he's going to grab you by the back of the neck and kiss you until you're breathless if you smooth your hair behind your ear one time. And why the fuck do you keep pulling at your bra strap? Also stop licking and biting your lips every minute, you're just being evil.

Lost in your own torturous thought cycle, the numbers and symbols in your notes make even less sense than they do in class. You smack your hands to your face and lean back in your chair with a groan, completely ignorant to your shirt once again riding up exposing a little bit of your stomach. However he's quick to remind you to be more on guard by poking your bellybutton, making you squeak and jolt in embarrassment.

"Mattsun!" You yell as you swat his hand, cheeks once again burning and tingling at his teasing. He's going to kill you or you're going to kill him at this point. All you want to do is leap into his lap and wrap your hands around his throat but also kiss him at the same time. Or maybe you just want him to stop fucking around and just throw you on top of the table to make a mess of the notes and each other already.

"I'm sorry! It's- I like your shirt a lot. Was gonna tell you when you greeted me," he says as he tries to process your hard stare. You really hope he can't see how hot your face feels at the implication that he's been checking you out this whole time - you knew, you just aren't used to anyone being so bold as to outright admitting it.

"Thanks," you mumble, squinting your eyes at him as if to say you know what he's doing and daring him to keep pushing his teasing. You're not quite sure how much of it you can take. Your eyes keep wandering to his arms, wanting to run your hands down his forearms and see if you could actually fit your hands around his strong wrists. You know in terms of size and strength you couldn't hold him down, but perhaps with all jokes aside he would actually let you.

Nope. No. Stop thinking about that. Math. Passing this class. Graduating. Getting a job. Finding a husband. Parenting 3 dogs and having a home with a yard. You have goals goddammit. Just gotta focus on studying to get there. Ignore your super attractive friend who just scooted his chair even closer to you so now your shoulders are touching.

"Issei, I swear!" You chide when he leans on you a bit. He's so big and warm and impossible to tune out. You want to give in to whatever he's playing at so bad you could cry.

"Swear what?" He perks up at the sound of his name in your voice, even if you were only saying it to be stern. He doesn't relent on the contact and his face seems to be getting a little bit closers to yours.

"Your flirting isn't helping me concentrate. If I remember, you failed to first test too," you remind him as you turn to stare intently at your notebook. Your try to hide the heavy beating of your heart in your chest with quick shallow breaths that only seem to heighten your awareness of his eyes on you. It would be so easy to just tilt your head and chin towards him just a bit and close the gap between your faces. And you want to, but you also wish this could have been any other time besides T-minus 10 hours until the dreaded calculus midterm.

"One, ouch. Two, maybe you need a distraction," he says cheekily as he rubs his arm against yours. It's so close to breaking you. He smells so nice and it takes everything within in you not to relax against him.

You stare at him blankly, trying to decide if you can even play dumb to such a straight forward offer. This is the most bold he's been with you and you don't want to turn him down in fear that he'll get the wrong idea that you're not interested. Your sight drops down to his lips for a moment. You know all chances of cramming would go out the window if you cave.

"Later," you say calmly despite your face feeling like it's going to melt off. It's painful to stave off the desire, but maybe it will be enough to keep him behaved for the rest of the night. "What I need now is to do good on this midterm."

"Later?" He repeats in question, trying to get you to elaborate.

"LATER," you confirm with no hint of movement in your voice. If you give him anything more, later will just mean 2 minutes later.

He relents on his lean on your side and studies your somewhat fair act of an academically focused student. Later is satisfying enough for him, though now all he can think out is when is later going to be and what would it entail.

Meanwhile you're berating yourself for giving an answer that you're not even sure you know the details of. Do you mean tonight? Tomorrow? Next week? Your head is swirling, eyes not even processing anything they scan in the textbook. He's too present at your side even if he's just poking something into his calculator.

Your eyes feel dry and tired from all the different strains and stresses of this cram session. All you want to do is fall into the solace of sleep and leave tomorrow's you to deal with it all. A cup of coffee could fuel you for another few hours, but what's the point - especially with your heart is already jumping to a mild workout pace everytime Mattsun so much as moves his pencil. It's not like you're going to actually learn anything if you keep at it with your head all muddled up like this.

You groan and throw your hands to your face before sinking down into you arms as a pillow on the table. You know your back is exposed again, you know it's coming, but you don't care. Your eyes barely peek open when you feel his warm hand at the vulnerable skin, this time staying put to rub soothing little lines into your back. You hum contentedly at the feeling, relaxing despite the occasional chill that runs down your body.

He continues to work with his hand like that for a while before removing his jacket and putting it over you. You're not sure when exactly you fell asleep, but you stir just a little bit when he copies your pose, elbow touching yours and eyes peering over his arms at you. You might be drooling a little and yet he still thinks you're the cutest thing in the world. His hand reaches out to you, tangling itself in your hair behind your head and thumb massaging affectionate circles against your follicles before succumbing to sleep as well. One of your eyes cracks open for just a moment to see him next to you and the unfiltered truth of a tired mind slips in: oh fuck, I really like him.

...

"y/n! Wake up, bitch! Your alarm has been going off in your room for 15 minutes," one of your roommates yells from her room and suddenly you jolt awake at the table. It's like you're in fight mode. Mattsun's hand and jacket fall from you as you bolt up to turn off your alarm and then return to frantically shove your candy colored drool stained notebook into your backpack. He's slow to wake up, muscles sore from being slumped over a table all night.

"It's fine if we leave in 5 minutes," he mutters after he checks his phone for the time. How on earth can he be so calm when you know he needs to do well on the midterm as well?

"Yeah, but I wanted to at least eat something and have some coffee," you whine as you double check to make sure you have a pencil and some back ups packed away. "A change of clothes would be nice too."

"You know I don't mind," he says with a lazy smirk that's met with your no-nonsense death glare.

"Save it, lover boy," you grumble. He chuckles at the taunting nickname and makes moves to gather his things as well. "Banana or tangerine?"

"Ooh? Feeding me breakfast?" He teases.

"Shut up, let's go!" You bark as you decide to toss him the tangerine and grab your backpack. What kind of pandora's box did you open last night? Though there's no time to think of an answer for that. Quickly you slip into some sneakers, not caring about denting them as you pop the backs over your heels.

You wait for him at the door, impatiently peeling your banana while he puts on his shoes. You try your best to keep from thinking how cute he looks with his wavy hair a little more tousled than usual, though it just spirals to wondering what it would look like after a night in the sheets. The bite of banana you just took struggles to be swallowed as your stomach clenches from how utterly fucked you are.

"Ready," he says and the two of you are off. It's a relatively short walk to lecture hall where your class takes place, but you still bug him to quiz you along the way.

"I'm just as stupid as you are in this class! I don't even know what to quiz you on. We'll be fine," he tells you.

"But you just said we're both stupid!" You cry as you grab and shake his arm like a child on the verge of a meltdown. He laughs and turns to look at you once you reach the building.

"Fine, I'm stupid. You are smart, hard working, and dedicated, and most importantly: you're hot, so you can always start an OnlyFans if you flunk out," he says earnestly as he opens the door for you.

You just glare at him, even if you're a little warm under his own brand of praise. It's his usual flirting, but today it sinks in deeper than usual. He tells you that he'll be your first subscriber as you search out seats near the smart kids even though the set up makes it near impossible to cheat. You shush him before any of your classmates can pick up on what he's talking about and take a seat. He sits next to you, or two seats away as required, and gives you a quiet thumbs up when you receive your scantrons and midterm packets.

The exam begins. Two hours on the clock. Your concentration lasts all but the first five minutes before it's wandering to the pathetic excuse of a study session last night. Remembering Mattsun's hands and eyes on you makes your whole body flush as your brain formulates fantasies of what it would be like if you two were to take your clothes off, rather than answers to the problems in front of you. You glance over at him at and your body jolts when you catch him staring at you. He just gives a silent chuckle when you send a glare his way that conveys a dozen fuck you's for multiple reasons.

You attempt a few problems, not even really sure if you're putting them in the calculator correctly. One of them looks like straight up hieroglyphics to you and you wipe a little bit of nervous sweat from your upper lip with the sleeve of your shirt. That's when you notice that you smell like him! You rub your nose on your sleeve again just to be sure; faded earthy body spray mixed with some kind of fragrant fabric softener. You vaguely remember his jacket falling off your back this morning when you got up. Right now all you want to do is bury your face in the scent, whether it be snuggling into his zip-up or rubbing your face in his chest.

You huff and anxiously tap the eraser of your pencil against your cheek as you try to recall anything you learned in the semester. Nothing that could possibly help comes to mind, only thoughts of his hands, thick fingers, and toned arms wrapping around the different parts of your body. His flirtatious banter repeats in the back of your head that has you wondering what kinds of devilish things he might whisper in your ear if...

The professor announces that 15 minutes are left and your heart drops into your stomach. It feels like maybe only half an hour went by and a lot of the problems in your packet are left unfinished. Frantically you just fill in gut instinct answers on your scantron and pray that luck is on your side today. You take a few deep breaths and do your best to numb yourself to the black hole that's forming in your chest. When it's over, you hand your scantron and exam packet back with a blank face and thousand yard stare while you try to sort out the unpleasant feelings whirling around inside you.

You walk back to your hall, refusing to answer Mattsun's questions of how you think you did. You're drained and all you can think of is how to recover from how disastrous that exam was. Plenty of people fail classes, right? Surely some of the greatest minds struggled as you are. Or maybe you could just target a rich man and drop out. Live your life on a yacht with some middle-aged billionaire playboy. No need to look at calculus ever again in your life. Ah yes, the ignorant optimism and idealism is so soothing.

You reach your building, just grunting at everything Mattsun says. You feel defeated, tired yet angry. He asks you something once you reach your doors, but it doesn't even register. You just grab him by the wrist and pull him into your dorm, but are greeted by your roommates sitting on the couch who all just smile at you when they see you holding onto him. They must have seen you two sleeping at the table, but today you hardly care about the teasing you'll get for it as you drag him to your room and swing the door closed.

"Fuck you! I did horrible on that!" You lament once you're finally alone and drop your bags. You step right up into his space and poke him in the chest. No longer are you able mask the variety of discomforts weighing down on you.

"Fuck me? I helped you study!" He says defensively, but doesn't back away from your distressed tone. If anything he thinks you look an arousing mix of cute and hot when you're mad at him.

"You did nothing but distract me with your stupid hands and flirty commentary! You think you're so cute," you say mockingly, making all kinds of crazy faces that are new and endearing to him.

"I think you're so cute," he twists your words and throws them back at you with a haughty smirk. It's the truth, but you also set it up so perfectly for him. The audacity to mess with you when you're so clearly pissed at him has your mind succumbing to a primal kind of rage.

"Fucking- ugh!" You groan as you go to spin away from him, but his hand on your shoulder stops you and pushes you back until your butt hits your desk. You sneer at him for daring to touch you, for daring to be so tall and to smell so fucking good when all you want is to be cross with him.

"It's later," he says and you're confused for a moment until you realize he's talking about what you said last night. Your face burns twice as hot with both the flames of embarrassment and anger. Why would he even have the balls to bring up...

"I asked you just outside when you wanted later to be and you dragged me in here," he tells you and you remember that you were actively tuning him out. His eyes seem dark as they stare you down, waiting for you to do something. He takes the step to close the space between your bodies, one of his knees pressing between yours that makes you draw in a sharp breath.

"I can't stand you," you hiss, feeling all the frustrations of the day starting to mix into one burning hot pit in your stomach. You grab a fistful of his shirt just below the collar, knowing you can't do much but glare at him. "Always teasing me. Always tempting me. This some kind of game to you?"

"Game? I just want-" He says, but you don't want to hear any of that from him right now. Your heart is pounding, body on fire, and head spinning with how much you wish he'd stop talking and-

You tug on his shirt, forcefully pulling his face into yours for a clumsy, bruising kiss. It doesn't matter to either of you though, quickly adjusting yourselves as one of his hands dives into your hair and the other drawing you in by the waist. His lips slot perfectly against yours and makes your eyes flutter at the climatic feeling of it all. It feels so good and right and relieving, and dear god does it make you angry that it is so. You release his shirt, opting to slide off his jacket that he hastily discards before grabbing your hips and pulling them up on his leg as he moans into your mouth.

"Shut up. Don't talk. You piss me off," you manage to say when you pull back to catch your breath before quickly falling back into your feverish passion. Your fingernails dig into the back of his neck and hair, forcing him even closer as your tongues clash. A familiar coil forms in your core, though all the heated emotions of the day allow it to pull in on itself tighter and faster than usual.

"To think you'd be so mean," he comments but does not seem upset by it at all. He smiles against your lips when he feels your hips rolling against him and realizes that you're working yourself on his thigh through your jeans. Despite the haste of his mouth, his hands move painfully slow creeping higher up your body until you can feel his fingertips underneath the hem of your shirt and just lightly brushing against your bra.

"Told you to shut up," you mumble right before sucking and biting his lower lip, earning you a low groan that sends a wave of need through your body. His cock pulses through his shorts and against your hip, and you swear you could almost come just from the way your whole core squeezes in reaction.

His hands drop to your ass without warning to lift you so he can take you to your bed. You land with a soft bounce off your duvet and he's instantly dropping his weight on you to shove his tongue even deeper into your mouth. He situates his hips between your legs as one hand grabs at your breast over your shirt, the other roughly cradling the side of your head in your hair. You squirm beneath him, part of you enjoying his hunger for you, but the other part telling you that he's greedy.

"Get off me," you growl when he moves his kisses down to your neck. A wanton mewl slips from your throat at the feeling of his tongue on your pulse. It makes your toes want to curl and you fight to keep from wrapping your legs around him. You manage a small push on his shoulders, but he just chuckles at the attempt.

"Oh? Think you can struggle against me?" He teases as his breath fans against the skin of your neck. He relaxes more his weight onto you making you feel small against his body. You wonder what happened to all those jokes about you being the one on top.

You draw your knees up to your chest and are able to wiggle your feet between you to push against his stomach with your soles. He backs off with a grunt and you use this opportunity to get him on the floor with another foot shove to the chest. He complains, but not fast enough to stop you from sliding into his lap for a quick kiss paired with a smirk.

"You're the mean one, ya'know. You don't even care that I'm going to flunk," you pout at him and lean back just enough to give your hands access to the button and zipper on his shorts. He watches you with amused eyes when he doesn't budge to let you remove the garment. Your glare does little to sway him into moving, however you feel his dick twitch at the close contact and you slide forward to rub your crotch against the hardened member under his boxers. Both of you maintain eye contact, cheeks feeling flush, and breath heaving in small fast pumps as you struggle to hold in your moans.

"And you're the tease, always wearing cute shit, doing hot shit - you don't even fucking know. Or do you, little minx?" He breaks first with a growl and wraps an arm around your waist to flip you around and pull you flush against his body. His breath feels ticklish behind your ear. Both arms are keeping you from moving around too much, though right now his words and warmth have you melting in his hold regardless.

Something between a squeak and a moan breaks from your lips when his tongue runs along the shell of your ear. One hand slips into the deep cut of your shirt and squeezes the soft flesh of your breast before tweaking your nipple ever so slightly. You shiver against him as he entertains himself in your breathy whines. Your thighs squeeze together with every pinch and twist while the threads that hold onto your mind start to snap.

The pleasure is so torturous that it feels like you're gonna choke on the neediness that's flooding your body. His other hand skillfully unbuttons your jeans and slides in over the fabric of your panties, discovering the slick you've worked up that soaks through.

"Fuck," he rasps in your ear, making you clench at how strained he sounds. He wants to taunt you more about being so worked up for him, but could only manage the curse. He removes his hands to tug down your pants and underwear. You lift your hips in compliance, not caring to fight him too much anymore.

"Holy fuck, I-Issei!" You cry when one of his thick fingers sinks into your pussy as soon as you're able to get one foot out of your clothes. Your dripping walls immediately grip the digit, vision shaking when he ever so slightly rubs the squishy flesh inside.

His other hand finds its way back under your bra to tease your nipple again as he toys with your cunt. It feels different from when you've tried yourself or with other guys. It's almost is if your breath is being stolen from you with every moment of his fingers. Another one of his digits slides in easily with a lewd squelch that has his dick twitching at your backside. Water wells up along the edges of your eyes from how good it feels to have him stretching you out and stroking a spot in your walls that you never knew existed.

"Feel good?" He asks in a low voice that makes something in your chest feel taut. You're not even sure if you can answer him with your voice taken over by pitiful little gasps and whines.

"Awful, you suck," you manage to say as tears fall from trying not to cum. You want to, but something feels strange and suspenseful, like pulling blocks from a jenga tower. You know some kind of climax is close, but it could be any little movement that could trigger it rather than the usual build up. Your eyes clench with every push and stroke, pelvic muscles tightening and core curling in on yourself.

He just smiles against your hair and lets the heel of his thumb rub against your clit as he continues to work your insides. Your hand flies to your mouth to keep from screaming, though you're sure your roommates have heard it all by now. All it takes is a few small like circles around the bud of nerves for a dam inside you to break.

You gasp, body nearly snapping forward when just one little graze of the fingertips happens to hit the right spot. Liquid gushing in a small amount from your cunt, but still more than you've ever experienced. Your eyes roll back into your head, crying as more splashes out while he continues to work his hands, dirtying the floor with your spills. You struggle to find a breathing rhythm and only catch little clips of his teasing praise.

"Good fucking girl. Still squeezing my fingers. Gonna cum again? Be a good girl and cum for me again," he commands, strong fingers curling and stretching against your walls. His other hand grips into the soft skin of your breast, trapping your sensitive nipple between his knuckles.

"I can't. Wait- I- Oh shit!" You sob as you try to hold onto your sense of self. It's futile though, this time more liquid that you have no idea where it came from, spurts from your pussy as if he's reaching deep inside you to pull it out with each pump of his fingers. You didn't even know it was possible to cum so quickly and powerfully one right after another.

"F-Fuck you," you gasp once his movements slow down, even though you're sure if he kept going he would definitely find a third orgasm in there. You wince when he removes his hand and fully relax against him as you do your best to regain your breath.

"Still got that mouth? How many more times do I have to make you cum for you to forgive me?" He asks after wiping his soaked hand on his shorts. He places an affectionate kiss to your temple and allows you the time to recover.

You hum in response, not sure if you have the capacity to form any thoughts with your brain. Though usually after two orgasms you'd be dead, but right now your body buzzes in excitement over the newfound pleasure. You turn around to look at him, pupils blown out and consuming the amused expression he gives you. Even if you're being stubborn about it, he's quite satisfied to see you waiting for his next move.

You twist more in your seated position, dropping your sight down to the massive bulge in his shorts that have shifted down his hips a bit since your unfastening earlier. You glance back up at him, licking and biting your lower lip, not so subtly hinting at what you want to do next.

"You know, I'd make anyone else ask," he tells you with a smirk. "But first, let's get you out of this."

He tugs at the very shirt that sort of started this whole thing, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. Practiced fingers easily unclasp your bra and the look on his face is hard to discern when he sees you completely bare before him for the first time. He can't tell you how many times he's dreamed of the sight without incriminating himself. His dark eyes seem to grow larger as he reaches out his hands to touch you, anywhere and everywhere to confirm that you're very much real and tangible infront of him.

He swallows once, not allowing himself to suddenly feel shy about taking you, especially after you came so beautifully for him twice in a row. One more look into your shining eyes is all he needs push down any doubts. He leans forward to grab the back of his shirt, peeling it over his head and kisses you after throwing it amongst the other discarded clothing items.

Your hungry eyes widen when he stands up to remove his shorts and boxers. His tall presence looms over your sitting form as you anticipate seeing him just as bare as you are. You've heard a few rumors that he has a reputation for being endowed, though you ignored the gossip because it's not like you shop for men by dick size. Even if you had paid them any mind, it still would've have caught you just as off guard as you are now when he stands straight up after pulling off his bottoms, giving you the full view of his naked form.

Goddamn. For one, you knew he worked out occasionally and played for one of the intramural volleyball teams, and you've certainly noticed the definition in his arms and legs, but holy fucking shit you were not expecting him to be so cut. His lower abs even do that stupidly sexy V thing that guides the eye straight to the patch of dark hair that looks like it's been trimmed or shaved in the last week or so. And the star of the show; you can only describe as meaty, head glistening with a thin layer of smudged precum that makes your eyes shake and mouth water upon sight.

"Too big?" He asks, feeling just slightly conscious under your raking stare.

"You- You're so handsome," you stutter earnestly and your head feels light in your captivation, forgetting that you're supposed to be mad at him. Although who can stay cross when such a beautiful man forces 2 very wet and powerful orgasms out of you. "I mean, I knew that, but like this you're- Wow!"

He raises his brows in surprise at your words, suddenly turning a shade of pink and trying to hide his embarrassment. Last thing he was expecting was a compliment from you, usually you're much more taunting in your expression. Not only that, but he feels like he should be the one saying such things to you instead.

"I- Hold on," he says to avoid accepting your rare praise. He looks around for where he dropped his backpack and rummages through it, taking just a few moments to find whatever it is he's looking for. You look on curiously to see him pull out a gold colored condom packet and flash it in your direction.

"Can I put it on for you?" You ask, eager to see if his dick feels just as thick and heavy in your hands as it looks.

He agrees to it and tells you to sit on your bed, which you comply after struggling to stand up for a moment. He holds your arm as you wobble over and jump up so your legs hang over the edge, not worrying right now about dirtying your duvet with your sticky thighs and cheeks. You look him up and down again, settling on his face that you've come to enjoy seeing so much nearly every day. You pluck the condom from his hand and pull him in for a kiss.

The fiery feelings from before are softer but still present, like hot coals eagerly waiting for more kindling. You break open the wrapper and giggle as you fumble with the slippery protection device. Just a little bit nervous, you reach for his cock and the flush of heat that runs through you is instantaneous once you feel him in your hand. Your heart beats excitedly as you stroke him a few times, eyes struggling to focus when somehow he gets even harder at your touch and you can feel the blood rushing in his thick veins under your fingertips. Languidly you roll the condom on and shift your position so that your glistening cunt lines up with the edge of your school-issued mattress, letting it just graze his protected member that already has you drawing in your breath.

"You have to tell me if it hurts. I don't want to hurt you. Just want you to feel good," he tells you while looking into your eyes to make sure you know he's being honest. You nod in agreement and smile at the care he's taking with you. For the sake of friendship, you always refrained from imagining what it would be like to have sex with Mattsun, but even still you probably wouldn't have thought him to be so mindful.

"Is it okay?" He asks as he rubs the tip through your folds, sending a shiver up your neck and making your pussy clench when the head barely pokes at your entrance.

"Do what you want," you breathe, stars in your eyes beginning to blind you with need. You draw your knees toward your chest and lean back just a bit to allow him better access.

"I asked: Is it okay?" He reiterates firmly, eyes locking into yours that have you thinking for the first time that consent is sexy as fuck.

"Yes," you nod, feeling your heart spike in rate and your breathing increase at the confirmation. He smiles and kisses you before moving to grip the base of his dick to guide the head in slowly, the other hand on your knee for stability.

It's utterly insane. The way he stretches you out as he carefully pushes himself in, bit by bit as you get accustomed to the feeling of having something so massive inside you. You breathe laboriously through the motion, the only thing even keeping your mind tethered to your sense being while you struggle to not completely lose yourself to the feeling.

"Wanted to do this for so fuckin' long," he grunts, holding back from slamming into you like an animal like his body is telling him to. He leans into you more, keeping a watchful eye on your expression through the overwhelming pleasure of your connection. "Look so fuckin' gorgeous like this, sweetheart."

"I'm not swee-" You go to oppose the endearment, but the ability to speak is momentarily taken from you as he presses the rest of his length into you. Frankly he can call you whatever the hell he wants the way he's filling you up, leaving no space for you to even clamp down. Sweetheart, darling, slut, whore, all the terms you thought you hated would be acceptable coming from his mouth if it meant feeling as whole as you do now.

You look into each other's eyes for a moment, though you can hardly focus with the way your walls and his dick twitch against one another. You gulp once, managing a weak smile and a few quick nods that beckon him to move within you. He kisses you again, leaning into you so your back hits the mattress and your legs spread wider to accommodate his large form against you.

He takes it slow at first, but your little pleas as well as your back arching off the covers has his face scrunching and teeth clenching from trying his damnedest to not totally lose control in your wet hot heat. You're making it impossible though with his name paired with vain cries for the divine spilling off your tongue, and hips rolling to meet his movements. He drops his face to your neck, unable to handle the wantonly drunk look on your face without falling apart.

"So fucking big," you pant as you turn a little bit to his ear. The moan you're rewarded with makes you cry out as well, wrapping your legs around his middle to drive him into you more. His hand fondles and grips at your breast, the other tangling and grasping your hair while his teeth graze at your neck. So much stimulation is overwhelming, forcing you to clutch and claw at his back in a desperate attempt to not completely lose yourself.

You've heard people talk about "getting their guts rearranged" in regards to sex, but you're not sure if that's quite what you're feeling. Rearranged is certainly a word for it, but with every upward thrust of Issei's cock it feels like everything inside of your body shifts upwards: Like your stomach is where you throat should be, and your heart has taken place of your brain, and the brain itself is simply no longer in your body.

"Takin' me so well. Like your pussy was made to -nngh! take my dick," he growls against your skin. God, you are going to hear it from your roommates later between both of your voices as well as the cheap wooden bedframe supplied by the university thudding against the walls. The shame does little to quiet your voice however. Even sinking your teeth into his shoulder hardly muffles the sound of your moans and cries.

That feeling from earlier is coming back you; the one where you know you're going to break, you just don't know what's going to do it. The wet noises of his hips slamming into you fill the room as you try to relax but to no avail. All of the muscles in your body continued to tense up while the feeling of his cock dragging along the inside of your pussy threatens to make you snap.

"Issei, gonna cum. Gonna go crazy," you whine, tears falling from your eyes and you know you're as good as done for when you feel them roll down your jaw. His pace increases and your eyes float into the back of your head, vision beginning to go white. He leans up and off you, forcing you to unhook your legs from his sides so he can push you by the back of the knees so they're over your shoulders. Your eyes immediately snap back forward and go wide at the deeper angle, nearly screaming when the tip of his dick nudges your cervix. The quick pain only adds to the to the tension in your core, and you wince as you teeter on the tipping point.

"Do it. Cum on my cock, baby girl," he says smiling down at you, dark curls sticking to his forehead in sweat. He still smells so good when he bends down to swipe his tongue over yours that's lolling out from your panting.

The pet name does it for you, so sweet in his deep voice that's strained in pleasure for you. A lusty, breathy high pitched moan rings through your vocal chords at one drag of his dick along every crevice of your walls. He keeps his rhythm and your pussy squelches and spasms around him, sending a spike to his fever as well. Every push and pull keeps sending a flush of heat over you that renders you pliant beneath him as he builds the rest of his climax.

"Gonna cum too. Fuck," he groans and lets go of your legs to force his arms under your back and around your head. His hold on you is tight as curses rasp from his lips into your hairline, moaning and shuddering against you as he falls apart. You feel his cock jump with each release and you wish for just a moment that you could feel his load pouring into you.

You crack open your eyes, still damp and your vision almost back to normal. He's looking down at you, eyes still dark but soft before closing them to capture your lips for a kiss. You hum in content at the feeling, kissing him back just as sweetly.

He pulls himself from you and asks you where you keep a towel. You point him over to the closet where he slowly retrieves one and comes back to gingerly clean up the mess around your thighs before wiping his own and discarding the condom. He tosses the towel at what he assumes is your hamper and then crawls into your way too small for the both of you bed, and grabs you to lay against him.

"Well, I guess we should have just done that last night," you giggle as you trace the lines of his pec muscles and enjoy breathing in his scent. You just said it to break the silence, though you suppose it might have relieved at least some of your stress if you had just caved.

"I'm sorry. For distracting you from studying last night," he says, moving his head to look at you sincerely. You smile, nestling your face against his chest a little more.

"It's fine," you sigh, already coming to terms with the impending failure. There's still another test and a final if you work hard enough and someone comes up with an overnight genius serum.

"No, it's not. I should be able to control myself better. It's just that you drive me crazy whenever I'm around you," he confesses. "Sorry, I know that's not a good excuse."

You blink at him, a little flustered by his words, though you hardly mind being irresistible to him.

"Not a good excuse, but doesn't mean I don't like it," you say truthfully with a little grin. "I suppose maybe I could have chosen a better time to wear something I knew you'd like."

"You were teasing me!" He gasps and grabs your head to knock his forehead against yours. You both chuckle before you relax on him again.

"Maybe," you say sheepishly. "I'm glad though."

"Yeah, me too."

The Next Day - Omake

You: Oh shit, professor posted the grades already.

Mattsun: Go on, just check it.

You: 55. Fuck. Goddammit.

Mattsun: Got a 42.

Mattsun: Don't worry, I'll take it again with you next semester.

You: You're paying for this class when I get my student loan bill after graduation.

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bands | eleven

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 5.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, mentions of intoxication, mentions of dancing at the club, little bit of those insecurities coming back into play, good ol’ phone sex in the hotel room, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, oral (m. & f. receiving), multiple orgasms, fingering, breast play, doggy style, hair pulling, slight choking, creampie

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme​ @min-nicoleee​ @eggbutnotyolk​ @ra-mun-e @miinoongi​ @jimidol​ @ppeachyttae​ @thebeebi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @kooafraid​ @liriaus​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @sunniejinnie​ @cypheruby​ @cyb3rbab3​ @masterlists101​ @awhnamjoon​ @redhedhoseok​ @wooya1224​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Club tonight before we go back home?" Taehyung grips onto Jungkook's shoulders as they walked out of the venue and into their cars that would take them back to the hotel.

"Club?"

"Yeah, come on. Everyone said yes so far! It's been so long since all of us have gone to the club together without it being a special occasion." Jungkook sighs. That statement was true, and he did love being able to hangout with everyone all together. However, he can't lie - he missed you. He barely had time to text or call you this entire trip like he wanted, and he all he wanted was to hear your voice and see your face until he could finally have you physically in his arms again.

"Fuck." Jungkook does a slight head tilt before letting out a small sigh. "Yeah, I'll come along." Taehyung smiles from ear to ear, squeezing his shoulder.

"I'm sure your girl won't mind if we steal you for a little tonight." Jungkook doesn't respond to Tae's statement and simply shakes his head with a small smile. To be honest, the guys were a little surprised to see that whole thing erupt between Jungkook and Bigs. They didn't think he was actually serious about you, the mysterious girl. Jimin, on the other hand, wouldn't dare say a word and simply lent a small chuckle or smile as his participation during their 'lets tease jeongguk' hours. But eventually, it all became a running joke and the boys learned to leave Jungkook alone because as they've learned before, Jungkook does what Jungkook wants.

He gets away with shit.

He cleans himself up and throws on a button up shirt with ripped black jeans and boots, fluffing his hair a bit before he steps back out and meets up with the boys.

[jungkook] 9:49pm: going out with the boys tonight

[y/n] 9:51pm: lol cheer up, have fun party pooper

[jungkook] 9:52pm: fineeeeeeee :( can i call you later?

[y/n] 9:55pm: you can always call me, i just don't know if i'll always pick up :)

[jungkook] 9:57pm: try and stay up please

[y/n] 10:01pm: maybe lol

He slightly smirks to himself. Hopefully you'd stay up, but he was starting to realize you always fell asleep early and that was okay too. He'd just have to wait to see you when he gets back tomorrow.

Once the boys have arrived at the club of choice, security escorts them to their VIP section, the club already packed from wall to wall with people screaming left and right. There's already a few bottle girls, and other girls waiting for them in the VIP from lord knows where, but Jungkook knows he's not trying to mess with any of it tonight. He truly didn't wanna be here, but to keep his boys happy, he decided to tag along and hang out.

"So many beautiful ladies." Jimin swings his arm around his torso and smirks.

"Go get 'em, champ." Jungkook chuckles.

"I would, if they all weren't eyeing you." He shakes his head.

"She's not eyeing me, she's looking at you." He nods towards a pretty, fair-skinned female with long, voluminous black hair. She's definitely eyeing Jimin, biting onto the tip of her finger as she tries to seduce him through her eyes. Her look. "Go." Jungkook slightly pushes him towards her, smiling as he stood back and watched. The rest of the boys were already enjoying themselves, either dancing around alone [aka Min Yoongi and Seokjinnie] or hopping behind girls for a dance.

"Why aren't you dancing with anyone?" Yoongi laughs. "I figured you would be the first to hop on someone."

"I don't feel like it." He takes a sip of his drink, hand dug deep into his pocket.

"You don't feel like it, or you're too busy missing your girlfriend?" Jin joked.

"I don't have a girlfriend!"

"Mhm, sure." Jin laughs. "You could at least reward yourself with a dance." Jungkook shrugs. Technically, he could. It was just a dance, and you still weren't his girlfriend even though he thought of you pretty seriously. But he knew how this would go, and it would get messy quick - especially with the way females nowadays loved to create drama and claim him. He wasn't up for it. And he didn't wanna do anything to hurt you, or disappoint you. The thought alone makes him feel terrible. You were just so pure-hearted, there was no way he could do anything to hurt your feelings.

"Aye!" Jimin comes over and grabs him by the shoulders, swinging him around to face the ladies once more. "That girl I was dancing with is here with her bestfriend."

"And?" Jungkook chuckled. Okay, so? Lol.

"Bro, come on. Just go dance with her and have fun. She's interested in you." He shakes his head, but Jimin is already pushing him over, the force behind his movements stronger than what Jungkook can endure after the day they've had. He clumsily follows along, his lips pursed in a fine line as he approaches Jimin's girl [of the night] and her bestfriend. She had dark brown hair, stood at about 5'7 and wore high waisted shorts and a bralette-type of crop top. She was really trying for some dick tonight. He gives her a small, toothless smile as she beams from ear to ear, shying behind her bestfriend. She was cute, but she was no you, no disrespect.

"This is Yeji!" Her bestfriend exclaims, damn near throwing her right onto Jungkook like her life depended on it. Jungkook places his hands out to support her but brings them back once she's found her footing again. Definitely drunk.

"Hi." She blushes.

"Hey." Jungkook smiles back, sipping on his drink. Jimin is still hanging onto his shoulder, trying his best to egg him on and Jungkook can't help but smile and nod awkwardly at him. He attempts to back away, but Jimin shoves him closer while laughing.

"Have fun!" Jimin flashes him a quick look, confused at what the fuck he was doing right now trying to turn her down like that. But, he instantly flips the switch as he accompanies her bestfriend to the dance floor again.

"Can I get you a drink or something? Water, even?" Jungkook offers to be nice. He can already hear you scolding him in his head - pinching him on the arm and saying that he needs to be nicer to people. But to be honest, he really doesn't know what the fuck to do with her.

"Water's good, I should start sobering up." She giggles as Jungkook nods and pours her a cup of water. He hands it to her and stands beside her, awkwardly eyeing the crowd in front of them. "Hey, I caught your performance today. You looked good! You all looked really good."

"Thanks." He smiles.

"Do you wanna dance for a little?"

"Uh, actually—" Jungkook suddenly feels the both of their bodies press against each other before Jimin's drunk laugh erupts right behind his ear. Jungkook backs away with his hands up, shaking his head.

"Hey come on, if he doesn't wanna dance don't force him." Yoongi says, almost in a scolding manner.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not really in the best dancing mood right now. Pretty tired." He says to Yeji before he gives her an apologetic look and walks over to his hyungs who aren't busy with girls. He's getting more and more annoyed with the way Jimin has been acting lately, but he was trying to keep his cool - careful not to start anything. He knew Jimin wasn't a fan of you with the way he talked about you that one morning before the photoshoot. He loves him, that's his brother for life. But if he wanted to get disrespectful, he didn't have a problem putting him in his place.

Throughout the night, Yeji is sticking to her friend and Jimin, still hoping she could get something started between her and Jungkook, but she doesn't succeed. Jungkook purposely keeps his distance from Jimin and the rest of the girls around them in the VIP section, perfectly content to be staying around Yoongi and Jin.

When they've finally called it a night, Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon and Hobi are all pretty drunk out of their minds - their asses more than ready to risk it all by sneaking in their girl of choice to their hotel rooms.

"Let me know so Yeji can come too." Jungkook waves his hand to dismiss the statement.

"Nah. I'm good, really, thanks."

"What, all of a sudden you're a goody two shoes for your stripper girlfriend?" Jungkook shoots him a look but brushes it off, blaming it on the alcohol in Jimin's system right now.

"I'm just tired and gonna head to bed, that's it."

"Whatever." Jimin drunkily responds, the four of their drunk asses continuing to be loud as hell in the hallway until they all separate and go off to their own rooms.

"Don't be loud and shit, I want my sleep tonight." Yoongi says before shutting his door.

Finally, peace and quiet.

Jungkook sighs as he looks at his watch, the time nearing 1:30am. He slips out of his clothes, takes a quick shower and gets himself ready for bed before he's shutting off the lights. A hotel bed has never felt so comfortable in his life, but the only thing that was missing was you.

And to be completely honest, he was pretty fucking horny. Having all this pent up sexual frustration just from missing you these past couple of days alone, he couldn't take it. He hopes to god you're awake right now because he's been wanting to hear your voice and hearing your voice alone—

"Jungkook." You say softly on the other line, Jungkook's eyes slightly shutting from the sound of your voice.

Your voice alone was enough to turn him the fuck on.

"You're awake, babygirl."

"Barely." You chuckle. "I'm snuggled into my sheets, but you told me to wait up for you."

"And you actually waited. Thank you, cutie." He smiles to himself. "What'd you do today?"

"Just work my shift at the restaurant, then head home. I don't really do anything outside of work and hangout with Kai, you know this." You chuckle. "How was the club?"

"It was alright." He sighs.

"Did all the pretty ladies get a dance with Jeon Jungkook?"

"Ah, but you're the only pretty lady I know about." He chuckles, making you blush. "But no, I wasn't necessarily in the mood."

"But you're at a club, how could you not be?"

"Too tired. Besides, just wanted to come back here and talk to you. I feel like I haven't gotten to talk to you as much since we've been here."

"It's okay, you need to do what you need to do."

"I can't wait to see you when I get back."

"I can't either."

"You and your pretty face."

"What is up with you? Are you drunk?" You softly laugh.

"No, not really. Why, I can't miss you?"

"Never said that, Jungkook. I miss you, too." You giggled, giving him some affection since it's been a couple of days and you actually missed his presence too.

"Yeah? How much do you miss me, baby?" Your eyes slightly widen cause you can most definitely pick up on his tone, plus the 'baby' pet name made your pussy hop a little. He wanted you, and he knew just the right ways to get to you worked up already.

"A lot."

"Mmm." He hums breathily, causing you to bite your bottom lip. "Are you gonna show me just how much you missed me when I get back?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe, what?" He chuckles deeply. "Tell me, babygirl." He begins to slowly palm himself through his boxers. "How do you want me to show you?" You shut your eyes, the heat quickly building in your core.

"Jungkook." You let out a breathy moan. "What are you trying to do right now?"

"God, I just wanna feel you." He says, completely passing up your question. "I just wanna feel you all around me. Would you like that, my pretty lady? Me all up inside you?" At this point, Jungkook is hard as hell, whipping his hardened member free from its confines. He lets out a breath at how free he feels, finally able to stroke himself nice and slow. He toys with the pre-cum pooling at his tip, using it as some kind of lubricant as he strokes himself up and down, gripping a little tighter towards the base.

"Yes." Your hand slips through your shorts and your panties, gently rubbing at your clit as you listen to Jungkook's deep voice on the other line. You slip your hand a little further down, feeling how wet you already are. You silently whimper to yourself, spreading your wetness in and around your folds, picturing Jungkook doing the work for you.

"Don't be shy, baby. Tell me what you want. Use your words."

"I want you inside of me."

"Inside where?"

"My pussy." He softly groans into the phone, his grip getting tighter by the minute as he fucks himself into his hand.

"Are you touching yourself right now?"

"Yes."

"That's my good girl." He moans with you. "Just wanna fuck you so badly. Show you how special you are to me."

"Jungkook." You whine, as you slip in a finger and quickly fuck yourself with it, the sounds of your wetness echoing in your tiny space. "Fuck I'm so wet for you."

"That's it." He hisses. "Fuck yourself for me until I get back. Can't wait to taste you and fill you up."

"Want you so bad, want you to fuck me so good until I cry." You say, not even realizing the shit you're saying right now as you rub your clit and work your hips in tandem. You begin to whimper a little louder, ready to hurdle off the edge with the pressure you're applying.

"Yeah?" His mouth is agape, barely any noises being released due to the overwhelming sensation that's taking over his body. "Want me to fucking ruin you, baby? Are you ready for that?"

"Always." You moan. "Ahh—Kook, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum all around this dick, sweetheart. It's yours." The words are enough to unravel you, sending you spiraling out of control with the pleasure taking all over your body - inch by inch.

"Oh fuck, Jungkook! Ughhhhhhfffffuck." You groan into the phone as you continue to move your hips into your hand, fingers pressed tightly against your clit.

"Shiiiiiiiit." Jungkook moans as his hips are moving quicker and sloppier, the image of him ramming his cock into you from behind while choking you has him toppling him over the edge. "Mmmmmgod, babygirl."

"The fuck, Jungkook." He chuckles as he regulates his breathing.

"Just miss you, that's all." You hear him stirring in the back, probably cleaning himself up just as you are with yourself. "Stay on the phone with me?" When he does have the time to call you while he's been away, he's always asked for you to stay on the line - facetime or regular call - just so it seems like you're next to him. What you did to deserve this soft Jeon Jungkook, you had no idea. But you were gonna take it and run as far as you could, because fuck. You liked-liked him.

"Okay." You yawn.

"I can still take you out on a date, right?" He yawns shortly after, the domino effect hitting him.

"Of course." You softly chuckle, your eyes getting heavy from all the energy you just spent.

"Okay. I just wanna make sure cause I'm already planning this."

"Planning, huh?"

"Gotta put in the effort." Silence. "Night sweetheart, sleep tight."

"Night." You barely manage to say before you're off into a deep sleep.

You knew Jungkook would be back today, but you weren't sure what time. From the sounds of it, it seemed like it would be really late and you'd have to wait until tomorrow to see him. Which, bums you the fuck out. You just longed for his company and to be in his arms again because it's the safest you've felt in such a long time.

Oh, well.

At least it gave you some time to plan out Kai's birthday gift and celebration cause you still had no fucking idea. He was going to spend majority of the day with his friends at their favorite arcade, but you promised him dinner.

Were you really just going to take him to get Loco Moco from the hawaiian mom and pop shop down the street for his 18th birthday?

What the fuck were you even gonna give him?

You figured you could go shopping for some clothes? Or, check out what new games came out for the playstation that he might be interested in playing. Orrrrr find some comic books and give him--

Knock, knock, knock.

You checked your clock, startled at the heavy knocks coming from your door. It was barely after dinner, the sun still up but preparing to make its way down below the horizon. You had no idea why you suddenly felt nervous and scared, afraid of who you'd see through the peephole. Bigs popped into your head, the goosebumps hitting the surface of your skin. You really hoped it wasn't him trying to cause trouble - or anyone else related for that matter.

You slowly stood up, holding your arms closely against your chest. You tippytoed to check your peephole but it was pitch black, as if someone had been covering it with their finger. Was Kai playing games with you? Did he suddenly get dropped off or take the bus? You didn't have plans with him.

You slowly open a crack, seeing a smiley Jungkook waving at you from behind the door. You swing the door open and latch onto him like a koala, causing him to drop his duffle bag and wrap his arms around you tightly.

"Jungkook, what the fuck! You scared me!" You say into his neck, taking in his scent.

"Why?" He laughs as he gently helps you down and follows you into your apartment.

"It seemed like you weren't gonna be home till late."

"Seemed." He smirked.

"Hey!" You gently push him after you close your door. "How'd you know my door code and which apart—"

"Kai." You both say in unison.

"Ugh, I'm gonna kill him." You whine.

"It's his birthday soon, though. Let him turn 18."

"Ugh, I'm gonna kill him after his birthday." You repeat as you plop back onto your bed, Jungkook dropping his duffle and plopping next to you.

"Cozy place." He says, face down onto your mattress, causing you to run your hand through his fluffy hair.

"It's teeny tiny."

"No, it's perfect. Perfectly sized and cozy." He reassures you as he finally lays on his side to face you.

"Did you just hop off the plane?"

"Sure did."

"Did you eat anything?"

"Yeah, I ate something small on the plane. I'm not that hungry."

"You sure?" You asked, genuinely concerned.

"Mhm." He throws an arm lazily across your legs as he closes his eyes for a quick minute. You continue to run your hand through his hair, a notification on his screen catching your attention.

[unknown number] 6:37pm: hi! this is yeji from the club. :) i hope you don't mind, jimin passed on your number and said we should get into contact.

First of all - Why the fuck does Jungkook have his notifications set so that you can see what the goddamn message is on the lock screen?!

Second - Yeji?

Third - Of course Jimin would have slipped her his number. He hates you for whatever fucking reason.

Another text came in from her but you pulled your eyes away from his phone. This wasn't your business. But let's be real, your heart sank a little knowing he might have been acting up at the club, dancing with hella other girls and getting hella other numbers. It kind of made your insecurities resurface all over again. You weren't his girlfriend though, none of this was exclusive. So, did you really have a right to feel this way?

You brush it off quickly, trying to remind yourself who the hell you were before Jungkook came around [but god, was he making you a softy]. He wasn't exactly yours to claim; however, you were the one he came home to. Technically. Calling you all hot and bothered cause he missed you.

Yes bitch, please.

You're pulled out of your internal battle when Jungkook stirs a little to check his phone, your hand still lightly weaving through his hair as you press your lips together. He reads the notifications, deletes it from the screen and locks his phone again.

"The boys bothering you?" You decide to ask in a way that doesn't yell 'yes I saw her pop up on your phone, sir.'

"Nah. No one important really."

"Oh okay." Bummer. You lowkey expected him to be honest with you, but was that too soon for you? You just through this in your head - this wasn't exclusive.

"Lay with me, pretty lady. Let's watch something."

"You mean finish Gone Girl?" You quickly flip the switch and smirk at him, making him laugh.

"Oh shit, that's right. Not my fault you straddled me." You slightly gasp.

"Not my fault you fucking batted your eyelashes at me, talking about ‘can I tell you something?'" He scrunched his nose and tickled your sides, causing you to yelp and crash your body back down onto the bed. He continues to tickle you until you're begging for him to stop - his body over yours, but he was careful not to put all his weight on you. "Ouch, Jungkook!" You whine.

"You finished making fun of me?"

"You started it!"

"You're so fucking cute, you know that?" He lowers himself down to your lips, pressing them gently against yours. Your hands get tangled within his hair again, pressing him down slightly onto you so you could feel him, feel his warmth. The kiss deepens quick as Jungkook settles himself in between your legs, your tongues at war with each other. He groans into the kiss, his soft, large hands roaming up your shirt and sending sparks throughout your body. "I missed you." He bites your bottom lip and sucks it gently before pulling back. He helps remove the shirt over your head before unhooking your bra in a swift motion and tossing it off to the side.

"I missed you too." You say at a whisper as he grabs both of your breasts and plants kisses along the surface before swirling his tongue around your sensitive, perked buds. He hooks onto your shorts and panties quick, aggressively tugging them down and off.

"So fucking perfect for me." He says, planting kisses along your sides

"I hate it when you do that." You hiss as he begins part your legs wider, pushing your thighs out as he lowers his lips onto your folds. You truly did hate it - you couldn't stand it only because that shit drove you crazy. Someone like Jungkook calling you perfect, god please.

"Hate what, babygirl?"

"Call me perfect like that." You let out a small whimper when you feel his wet tongue glide against your folds, slowly poking in and out of them as he stares at you from between your thighs.

"But you are. Want me to show you?"

"Hmmmm." You whine. "Quit." He slightly chuckles against your pussy, but continues going to work - slipping in two digits and curving them just to tickle you in the right spots. "Ahhhh, Kook please."

"Mhm." He says, picking up the pace with his fingers, allowing your wetness to glaze them. He suddenly removes them from you short after, a small whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact.

"Ohshiiiiiit. You're gonna make me cum." Jungkook begins to run his tongue up and down your pussy once more, his tongue penetrating your entrance ever so slightly before swiping it up to your clit to suck on it. He motorboats into your pussy, his head moving right and left in such a quick pace that you're tugging on his hair and jutting your hips into his mouth. His tongue starts to pet your clit with its tip - the repeated movements enough for you to reach your climax, your thighs almost keeping Jungkook in between until you could bring yourself back down from your high. "Aghhhhohhhmygod!" Jungkook smirks as he sits up, sticking his two fingers into his mouth before releasing himself from his sweats and boxers.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He slightly groans. Your breathing hitches seeing his hardened member, making you drool at the sight. You already feel dizzy imagining him filling you up with that thing, but you knew you wanted take care of him first - make him feel good, make him feel special. Take him, every inch. You crawl over and take his cock into your hands, spitting onto it before you slowly stroke him up and down. "Ohhhhhbabygirl." His words mesh together as he tilts his head back. You lower your lips onto his tip, tasting every single drop of pre-cum pooling at the area before running your tongue down his shaft and taking him. You get about halfway before you swirl your tongue around suck, pulling back with a slight pop. You stroke towards the base as your mouth is doing work on the other half of his cock. Jungkook has his hand in your hair, and you can feel his grip tightening as he slowly moves your head up and down along his cock. "Can you take me? All of me?" You nod. "Yeah? Fucking take it then." He spits out as he lowers you all the way down, keeping his tip against your throat until he feels you gag. "Oh, fuck!"

"Fuck!" You say, tears brimming your eyes, ready to stream your cheeks as you watch the trail of saliva from his tip to your mouth fall.

"You're doing so fucking good." He says as he watches you while guiding you down length, bobbing your head a little rougher and more aggressively this time around. Your saliva is damn near dripping out of your mouth, the entire scene getting sloppier by the minute, but you honestly didn't care. You were so turned on that all you wanted after this was for Jungkook to fuck you crazy hard, until you couldn't take it anymore. You were so fucking attracted to this man. "One more for me, baby." He moans, lowering you down his entire length again, his tip tickling your throat a lot longer than the first time that your tears are actually coming down this time around. You cough when he finally pulls you back, more saliva trailing from the tip to your mouth. "See, so perfect for me. Taking me in so well like your mouth was fucking made for me." He grabs your chin, placing a kiss against your lips before gently pushing you back down onto the bed. "Turn around and get on your knees, sweetheart."

"I want you so bad." You whine, his hand trailing down your back as he positions your ass up and gets your face as close to the mattress as possible.

"Don't you worry, princess. I'll take good care of you." He lines himself up, his dick incredibly wet from you sucking him like your life depended on it. He slides in with ease, the both of you moaning loudly at the feeling - the feeling of warmth, and feeling so fucking full, Jungkook is sure he can feel his tip ready to rearrange your guts in this position. He begins slow, one hand on a hip, while the other is in your hair, making sure your face is deep into the mattress.

"Faster, please!" You plead, Jungkook wasting no time to hammer his cock into your pussy. The sounds are incredibly loud and lewd, and you knew your walls were thin as hell. You were sure your neighbors were definitely having the time of their life listening to you getting destroyed. You cry as he groans, his hands now gripping your hair and tugging you back so that he can slightly see your face with the way he tilts it back.

"Ughhhh, shit babygirl. You feel so good, always so tight for me." He moans as he lets out a couple of breaths from pumping in and out of you so quickly. "Ready for me to make you cry again? That's what you wanted, right?"

"Yes." You say, but he tugs your hair tighter.

"I can't hear you."

"Yeeeees!" You whine. "Yes, fuck, please!"

"Say my name."

"Jungkooook." You moan. "Jungkoook, hmmmmmpfh." Your ass almost feels numb from how hard Jungkook is fucking you right now, but it all leads to the pleasure building up inside of you - pooling right at your core. You were sure you could reach your climax again any moment now, but you were trying your hardest to hold on for as long as you could, enjoying every moment of the pleasure he was bringing you. You didn't want this to be over, even though you could go rounds with him if he wanted to. His hand travels from your hair, down to your neck, gripping just right to choke you and keep your head tilted at an angle. Your yes's are becoming inaudible, moans getting lost in your throat that is feeling constricted from his grip.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. Cum with me." Jungkook says as he thrusts harder, the overwhelming sensation enough to send you into the next dimension. The orgasm ripples through your body, your hand gripping onto his wrist as you tremble and look for support.

"FuckkkkknnnnngJungkook!" You manage to yell. He moans loudly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, spurts of his cum coating your walls warmly and thickly. He gives you two good slow thrusts before he's slowly pulling out and letting his tip stick the cum back inside of you. "Ahhh, please. Kook." You whimper as you fall onto your bed, tears staining your cheeks once more. He smiles as he picks up his boxers and throws them on, tossing you your panties and his shirt to wear. You slip into them without question, Jungkook coming back onto the bed to lay next to you and caress your body to soothe you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." You sniff, the aftermath of all the tears you've shed from tonight's fuck session catching up to you.

"Babygirl." He chuckles as he wipes your cheeks and plants a kiss on it. "You need to be careful of what you ask for."

"Shut the hell up and pull up the movie, Jungkook." He laughs, watching you shove your laptop over to him. He pulls up the movie on his Amazon Prime account and snuggles with you under your sheets.

"Sooo, ready for our date?"

"Should I be preparing?" He shrugs.

"Just want you to have a good night with me." His hands are still caressing your sides under his shirt, light kisses being pressed against the nape of your neck. The warmth, and the feeling of his body pressed against yours makes you feel content. Satisfied. Peaceful.

You felt safe. You felt wanted.

baby we can take it slow, say my name, don't let go, I can hear your body when i pull your hair, what's my name; girl I swear, I can hear your body babe

track ten: body - syd

[rosewantstowrite]

Light love: free spirit

Warning: semi sexual comments, and domestic abused, and slight mention of self harm.

A/n: I know it might look weird, it looks weird for me on mobile I’m sorry, and if you like these long chapters let me know!

a/n: there will be abuse in this chapter but it’s towards the reader by their ex and not Viktor, we all know he wouldn’t do nasty things like that.

The morning light hit y/n’s eyelids, she rolled over and buried her face further in the pillow trying to escape the light, but the unfamiliar scent that was being inhaled through her nose immediately startled her awake, she quickly sat up and looked around fully taking in the somewhat plain room. It has some pictures, some books, and laptop, and her bags. She borrowed her eyebrows together, she looked down to see she was still clothed, but in an oversized shirt, she looked down at her stuffed animal. She tried to recall what happened last night, she wasn’t drunk at all but for some reason it was hard, but upon hearing a knock on the door, she cleared her throat a little and looked at it. “Come in.” Was all she said but it see, like it was enough because that when the semi familiar face popped his head in with a smile, he pushed open the door holding up her bags. “I didn’t know which one was for you when you regressed and which one was your clothes.” He chuckled nervously, making the girl calm down, finally remembering yesterday, she smiled and stood up. “The one with sleep over sewed on it, is my clothes, can we go get coffee and doughnuts? Clearly after I put my things away? I at least want to put my clothes away, I can save my little stuff for later.” Y/n asked and tilted her head to the side giving off an innocent look with her doe e/c orbs sprinkling, her smile gentle, and her eyes crinkled. It made Viktor feel somewhat less alone, even though they just met each other. Viktor cleared his throat, reminding himself that he agreed to help her. He placed the bag she had said was her clothes in it on the bed after getting it from the floor by the bed. “Anything else you need before I let you get dressed?” He asked but the short girl shook her head. “I’ll be done in a minute.” She said and got out of the bed, with that, Viktor disappeared as he closed the door. Y/n grabbed the bag and picked out a baby blue crop top which was paired with a leather jacket, and put on black ripped details over studs skinny jeans and put her hair in a ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror, deciding to put on her Victorian style choker she remembered to grab when she was hurrying to get as much stuff as possible while her ex was out, liking the way she looked. After getting dressed she put the rest of her clothes neatly in the drawers and whatever that needed to be hung up was in the closet that was far away from his clothes so he didn’t accidentally grabbed her clothes, after getting everything she knows where to put it was done she double check herself to see if she still look decent, she looked at the bag with her little stuff, the bag held her sippy cups, her coloring books, her sketchbook, her expensive coloring pencils that she had carefully put in the to go holder for them, than her snacks that was for when she was regressing and all of her house of night books, and her switch with her animal crossing game, MarioCart 8, and her let go pika but game, she shook her head as she opened the door and smiled seeing Viktor was still there, the shorter girl pop her head out to a better look at him. “Hey on second thought, can we go after I get my stuff put away? I have some snacks that I need to put up before I accidentally step on them and cause them to be mashed and ruined?” She asked, which made the taller boy nod his head. “Of course, do you want me to help?” He asked, which got a silent answer as she pulled him in. “I separated my clothes in the closet so you didn’t accidentally grab my stuff, I put my stuff in the left side of the closet since there was no clothes there and I managed to find empty drawers to put my clothes in.” Y/n added on, making Viktor laugh softly and nodded his head. “That’s fine with me.” Was all he gave out in response.

Upon seeing how she dressed herself, Viktor felt nervous, no it’s not because he was getting feelings like that. It only got him nervous because some people might try to hit on her and he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, but he shook his head when he came to see her confused looking expression. “What? Is it what I’m wearing, is it too much? I-I can change.” She begins to stutter out but he grips her shoulders gently. “It’s not too much, it’s just someone will probably hit on you and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or unsafe, you look amazing in what you’re wearing. So no, don’t change.” Viktor said in what he hoped was a stern but comforting tone. Which seems to do the trick for her because he felt her body relaxed under his touch, she looked up at him with her doe e/c eyes once more. “Okay, but will you help me know where to put my little things so that when I regress I know where they are?” She asked softly, making him smile softly and nod his head. “Of course, what all do you have?” He asked when the younger girl picked up her bag. “My favorite book series, the house of night, my house of night coloring book, my frozen adult coloring book, and keeping with the theme of adult coloring book, I got my Disney princesses adult coloring book and my professional coloring pencils, my switch and some games for it, some fruit by the foot, gushers, fruit roll up, muddy buddies, and Oreos.” She said which made Viktor eye the bag with amazement that she could get all that in one bag, though he had to be honest it was bigger than her clothes bag. “Okay just start handing me the stuff and I’ll put it away.” Viktor saud which made her nod her head, with the agreement set, she started to handing him items and putting them where she’ll be able to reach and know where they are, but once it got to the snacks, Viktor grabbed her bag and her hand pulling her into the kitchen, he set it down on the counter. “I know we need to talk about rules and such so I’m making four rules right now if that’s alright?” He asked, making the age regressor laugh. “I would expect you to when it comes to it, normally we’d talk about them all but if you have some already in mind, let me hear it.” She said, hopping on the counter by her snacks. “No eating snacks without my permission and don’t try to get them on your own, and if I’m not here and I say you can have a snack no climbing to get them and no waking me up in the middle of the night to ask for the said snacks, okay?” Viktor tried to hold a very stern tone, making her laugh because it was cute to her he’s trying to be stern but it died out knowing he’s trying to be the caregiver already. “Okay, deal.” She said before she grabbed three boxes of each fruit snack making Viktor arched a brow. “I love me some fruit by the foot, gushers, and fruit roll up.” She shrugged her shoulders and watched as he put them away, holding his hand out for the next snack which was multiple bags of muddy buddies and he knew if he asked he’d get the same answer, then when he put the Oreos away, he turned to her with a smile.

“Are you ready to leave?” He asked the short girl, which made her nod her head putting her shoes on. “Yes, I’m ready to go.” She said, hopping off of the counter and walking past him, Viktor followed after her before grabbing his keys and her car key so he could lock the door and get them into her car. “I say after we have breakfast we get you more clothes and your own stuff for when you’re in your regress state.” Viktor spoke up when they were walking down the street passing stores, this made the younger girl nod her head. She had her hands in her hoodie pockets, they stopped at the doughnut place, Y/n entered first before going to the back booth, making Viktor follow. The 18 year old girl sat down in the booth, Viktor taking the seat and crossed her. The waitress walked over to them, asking what they wanted, y/n thought it over and decided to get a cream filled doughnut with chocolate milk while Viktor just ordered coffee with sugar and lots of cream. As they waited for their order Viktor turned his attention back to the shorter girl. “So what do you need to get from the shops?” Viktor asked, causing her to hum in thought, she could use more clothes, maybe more stuffed animals, her own shampoo, conditioner, and nice spilling body wash. She looks at the counter to see the waitress coming back to their booth. The waitress set down their order, y/n picked up her doughnut and took a bite out of it. She sighs content as the sweet flavor takes over her taste buds, she looks up at Viktor who was watching her with amusement. She jutted her bottom lip out and looked away with the tiniest faint of a blushed taking over her cheeks and ears. “What’s so amusing there Hargreeves?” Y/n said through a mouth full of doughnuts, Viktor just smirked and waved his hand dismissively, causing her brows to be knitted together in confusion, she finished her doughnut and huffed out. “Tell me what’s so damn amusing.” She pouted and that broke his demeanor, he started to laugh. “It’s just cute how you scoffed the doughnut like you’ve been eating forbidden food.” He said which made her look down, playing with her hands on the table, this made the taller one reach to grabbed one of her hands. “You can talk to me.” Was all he needed to say because now her mouth was opening to explain. “My ex had me on a strict diet to keep me skinny and I’d get punished if I eat anything that’s doesn’t fit my diet, and surgery things like this was something he didn’t want me to eat, whatever he saw someone really curvy where they had rolls eat and saw how they ’scuff’ it down, he looks at me to say I’m not allowed to eat that, so I pretty much lived on salads, small portion of food, protein shakes and healthy snacks, I would be skinnier if it was for me sneaking some more food in the middle of the night.” The girl said and ran a hand through her h/l h/c hair. Viktor suddenly felt anger hit him, how could someone who means to protect, serve, and care for someone he supposedly loved; especially with everything that y/n has, and he was also meant to be her caregiver who was supposed to help her and build her up during that headspace? He clenches his jaw before unclenching it as he processes everything. All he could see was red, how could someone just command someone like that? She was human too, he didn’t know it but his powers was beginning to activate, but what broke him out of the trance and train of thought was when he was finally able to see everything, he look around before looking at y/n who was cowering in the back corner of the booth, he took in a breath to fully collect himself. “I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just mad at that ass of an ex.” Viktor said, which made the younger girl nod her head in acknowledgement at him, but after a moment, she looked at him. “It’s okay Viktor.” She shrugged her shoulders and sighed softly.

“But it’s not okay, give me what he looks like and I’ll have Diego take care of him, I know he will enjoy fucking an abusiver up, though I’m pretty sure if I do have him do that he’ll probably get Five, and Luther to join when he eventually comes and meets me?” She asked which Viktor nodded his head. “I’ll call him when we get home.” Viktor said which made her smile, glad they won’t meet each other right away.

“Are you ready to go Y/n?” He asked after sitting in the cafe for an hour and y/n nodded her head. They got up from the booth and walked out to her car to the small mall, she watched the scenery pass by her eyes as she looked out the window, it was calming until she realized something. She didn’t want to say it but she needed to say it, so she looked down at her hands as she thought over everything and every way that she can ask for the most important thing beside her beloved comfort animal Mr. Bunny. Which was an adult pacifier, gathering up any and all courage she can master within her tiny body she stopped at the car and grabbed his wrist and tugged him to a halt at the trunk, her grip on him was tight but not too tight that’ll be hurtful or anything, but as her courage started to die out, her grip loosen when Viktor had turn around to face her with confusion written on his face.

She clears her throat awkwardly and looks at Viktor. “Um, we’d have to order adult pacifiers online because that asshole had torn them apart the night before yesterday because he was mad that I wasn’t wilingly to give him sex because I was tired and was in my regressed state, at first we’d do it even if I wasn’t in my body age state, but the last time we did it when I was in that state he took advantage of me, so I told him no more, I mean I don’t mind being in that state if I was making love with someone I truly loved but I was slowly realized he was horrible and that’s I was slowly falling out of love with him and so I didn’t want to do it, but anyway now I need one so I don’t suck on something I shouldn’t.” She said before how bad the last part was. While Viktor had seen the twinkle in her mischievous way, she smirked and leaned toward him and he playfully arched a brow. “What, you mean with my family?” He teased making the 4’10 girl’s lips tilted up with more mischief in her eyes. “What, you’d go to one of my brothers? Tell them you need to suck on something and then suck them off like a lollipop with some sexual actions and walk away?” She knew he was joking so she decided to follow suit and now all of her body language was radiating with mischief. “Yes, from what I could gather from your speech about them, I’d pick Five’s lollipop any time, any place, and any day.” She saw a surprised look in his eyes, making her grin with a fake innocence. “That’s just. . . Why him of all people, not saying he might enjoy it but why him?” He asked, making y/n laugh, keeping up her innocent act upt. “Well you said he was in this company or something for a long time which means he gotten very good at it, he sounds he got a good mouth, plus if you say he’s stuck in his teenager body, he might now want it mental or he might not I don’t know but with his raging hormones might be heightened and I’d like to see him get riled up and walk out of the mansion and drive back to your apartment, I mean he wouldn’t check there for me, now will he?” Y/n explained adding the question at the end, causing him to think that when he did visit Viktor, he came to ask for his help and his reason was because he trusted him out of everyone in the family, and than that was it, no more visits to his apartment, they always met at the academy. “Yeah he wouldn’t check my place, at least I don’t think he’d check there because he is usually at the academy or running around the town. So you should be safe if he doesn’t need me.” He agreed. “But he’ll get his revenge when you don’t expect it, so never be by yourself if you are at the academy by yourself. But if you can’t ask him about Dolores and he’s going to ask why but say he needs drinks, then carefully disappear before he sees you, he’s like a hunter, you’ll be his prey if you go through with this plan. I wouldn’t know why you would though.” He said, making her snort. “No offenses, they seem to sleep around constantly plus they come crawling to give in and not five, he’s a challenge and I love them, and now I’m single I can play my game without getting in deep serious trouble where it hurt and won’t let me leave the bedroom, I had a portable potty because he thought I’d run away, which is true, it’s like one of us will be the mouse the other one the cat than the roles are switch, I don’t mean to gross you out, since I saw copy pictures and Five looks so fucking sexy, I’ll have sex with him.” Y/n eculaded. Viktor’s eyes were wide with confusion and amusement. “You have a death wise, but unlike the last asshole would always bring you things but if he heard your plan you would be stuck in bed with him going at you until you probably scream a safe word but I remember correctly, he’d make them go by color system, like red is stop, yellow need a break or a check in, and green means go on. But my point is you’d be stuck in bed.” Viktor shrugged his shoulders making y/n laugh hard. “That is if he finds where to find me, I can run as much as I need to the end to get my own play to hide and seek out of Five.” She

whispers, making him laugh. “Trust me when Five wants something he won’t stop until he has it so be careful on how much you push his limits, he might have the best control over his emotions and is always on task, he’s still in his teenage body like you said; he has a fucking high sex drive which means he has sex at least once a day, he girls around to fuck them almost every other day and it’s all thanks to his hormones, so if you start this game, you better hope you don’t get caught because I’m pretty sure if you get him all bothered and leave him dry he’ll go mad and makes sure he fucks you stupud where all you can do is scream his name and won’t be walking for like two days without being sore.” He laughed heartily and stopped at the mall.

As they were getting out of the car, Viktor’s phone went off with the song ``Brutal ``by Olivia Rodrigo, making Y/n’s lips turn up when she heard him answer the phone with the starting statement; “speak of the devil.” At first y/n was confused as to who it could be but when it register to her that it was the exact boy they were talking about, the boy that not even a minute ago was they talking about her sexually teasing him to the point it’d becomes a cat and mouse type of chase, the ‘I’ll break you until all you know is my name and how you’re mine’ type of game. Imagining getting caught and what he could do to her, had a small trace of liquid pooling in between her legs but not enough to be dealt with. “Viktor, put him on speaker.” She whispered which made him look at her confused but nodded his head and pulled the phone away to put it on speaker.

“Viktor, you need to meet us at the academy, it’s very important, so when you can, get here as quickly as possible. Got it?” Fucking hell, not only did he look sexy, his personality is something got her going and now his voice? She didn’t expect it to sound that’s sexy, she whimper and felt more liquid pool in her legs, Viktor heard her whimper by the way he looked at her with a raised brow before his brow went away to reveal a knowing look, he winked at her, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She glared at him but stayed quiet so she didn’t have to talk to him, even though she really wanted to, to see if she can rile him by using only words. But her thoughts were cut off by his voice again. “Hello? Viktor? Are you gonna come or do I need to get you?” Y/n shook her head and encouraged him to speak. “Yeah, I’m coming but I have a few errands to run first—.” He was cut off by an agitated sigh. “No, you can do them after. We need you now.” The boy on the other line said. “Fine, but I’m with a friend and I need to drop them off of their house before I can come because they are new to town and I don’t want you guys to scare them away before we have a stronger bond.” Viktor said which to her wasn’t a complete lie, she needed to get Viktor’s place because she could feel herself regressing from the overwhelming feeling she was feeling— which was completed and utter terror, the pool in her stomach disappeared as she caught the glimpsed of her ex, and when she made eye contact with him she felt her whole body go rigid as he storm over to them, she tugged on his sleeve causing him to look at her but soon looking in her eyes to see the innocent look in her eyes and realizing she had age regressed, he started to panicked to the point he almost missed Five’s words. “Fine, you can drop them off but come here when you do, we need to have a family discussion.” With that the phone went dead but Viktor was to focus on trying to find a place you guys could go until you’re big again and by then y/n’s ex had ripped her away from Viktor in a very harsh way. “Y/n, you know you aren’t allowed to be without me in public, I don’t like doing this to you but you need to be punished.” He raised his hand and brought it down across her cheek causing a nasty ugly red mark on it, then kneed her in the stomach and punched her in her nose causing to start to bleed and gripped her hair causing her cry out which caused Viktor to come to reality and saw her being dragged away from him by who he would guessed her ex. “Now come on we’re going home—.” He was cut off by Viktor tapping his shoulder and he turned around to see Viktor glaring at him. “I believe you’re hurting her, I’d let go of her before it gets ugly.” His tone of his voice was dangerously low. “Excuse me? Who the fuck are you and who gave you the right to tell me how to handle my girlfriend.” Her ex snarled but Viktor’s composure didn’t unravel, but his eyes did travel to her and noticed how bad she looked. “I’m Viktor Hargreeves and I give myself the right when you’re abusing someone you claim to love.” He said calmly before returning to her. “Y/n are you okay?” He asked when she opened her mouth to answer, her ex had punched her in her eye causing her to cry out causing Viktor to growled and punch the guy in the face, making him fall to his knees, with that and without thinking Viktor picked up y/n who looked rough and ran to the car and drove back to his house.

Finally getting to the apartment, he held y/n tightly against his chest as he pushed open the door and turned on the light, he carefully set her on the bathroom sink and grabbed the first aid kit and began treating her injuries. Thankfully the nose wasn’t broken, she only had a bruise on her cheek and a swollen black eye. He thought for sure that her nose was going to be broken. “Fucking hell, is that how he was always towards you when he and you were a thing?” Viktor was seething and the little shrunk down and try to put room between them. Noticing that Viktor sighed and put everything away. “Are you still in your regression mindset?” He asked, causing her to nod. “I know this talk is for you when you’re big, but answer this, was this always happening? If so I’ll have Diego go ham on him for you.” Viktor said, trying not to let out how he was still seething so much that he only could think about how he’s going to kill him or have Diego beat the living shit out of him. “N-no, he was only like this for these last five months be-before I ran away vivi.” She muttered and that made him even angrier, he picked her up causing y/n to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He walked toward the living room and set her down on the couch giving her the remote. “I have to go, but I’ll be back and I know you said no but I’m bringing Diego so he has more reason to be the hero he always is trying to be. Because if I go after him I’ll kill him.” He said, causing her coward away from him, he didn’t understand why she made him feel things when he barely knew her. Maybe because he sees her as a little sister he never had, considering all of them shared the same birthday, he looks at her with sad eyes. “I have one more thing I need to know, when is your birthday? That should have been my first thing to ask.” He said, which made the shaking girl sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “November 15, 2003.” She said and that made sense why she was like a little sister to him and probably the reason was because she goes into a mindstate that’s causes her to be the younger version of herself. “Okay, I got to go, I wouldn’t want Five to jump into my living room and see you since I’m sure you’re not wanting anyone to bother you.” He said that the girl only nodded her head. Viktor sighed and walked out taking the car that was y/n’s but he needed to be there fast and waiting for a cab? No thank you.

After hearing the door close and locked, y/n got up and walked towards the bedroom, grabbing her night shirt with long sleeves, some sweatpants and clean pair of underwear, she stripped down in the room and put the day clothes back in the drawers where she got them thinking she can wear them again before having to put them in dirty clothes but before she could stop herself she had unzip the inside pocket and pulled out a pill bottle with a razor blade in it, she carefully set the cleans clothes down on the bed before opening the bottle and took the tiny shiny metal between her fingers, she picked up clothes again before going to the bathroom, she felt it numb; whenever she gets hits by him it was like something in her switches off and she becomes numb to everything around her. Dating Eric, yes that’s his name, it always reminded her of Prince Eric from the little mermaid. But after her parents died and she moved in with him, he was no prince, he was a monster, an manipulative abusing monster. She shut the bathroom door and locked it. She set the razor on the sink and her clothes on the toilet seat, she turn on the water to between warm and hot, not too hot it burning first but not too warm where there no heat, she grabbed the razor and looked at the old cuts from her drawing blood when she was at her lowest, and right now she’s at her lowest, she was living with a stranger who has the power to destroy the world, how he explained it; his family is really dysfunctional, like everything have to be argued about, she had a crazy ex who seem to be set on controlling her and maybe kill her, her best friends were trying to get her to go live with them but she couldn’t put them through hell because Eric didn’t want to let her go because he thinks he owns her life, the only family she had died, her mental health was complete shit. She have really bad case of depression, really bad schizophrenia where at anytime will kick up and she have episodes where she couldn’t function well, when the episodes kick up she would 99% if the time fall to her knees and bend over them, her hands covering her ears as if it’s going to block out the voices that’s was in her mind, she would often say things like: ‘get away’ ‘go away’ ‘leave me be’ ‘leave me alone’ ‘stop talking’ ‘too loud’ ‘too much’ and if she has no one around to help ground her and have her copy their breathing and make her listen to their voice; it’ll hours upon hours and destruction for her to get back to be at least somewhat living being. She would be a shell of herself when gets out. She would have to force herself to breathe, force herself to think, force herself to function like it never happened. Even though her parents were nice and loving people on the outside but behind the doors, her mother would constantly picks fights with her father about how he shouldn’t have wasted all their savings on gumbling getting drunk when he should be helping her raise y/n and ache, her father as stated was addicted to gumbling, a drunk and into fucking strangers, but that’s not all when he realized that y/n has schizophrenia; he become a raging sea and throws stuff at her, like his empty beer cans, pillows, glasses, and he’d hit her until she was crying, she was an only child so she didn’t have an escape. Than when she was around the age of 14, she developed ptsd when some student tried to touch her down there and all the abused from her parents, she gotten childhood trauma by it all causing her to try and take her life, she set the razor down on the soap holder and ran a finger along the long long from her wrist to mid forearm, she was so close on being freed, but of course before she passed out she heard her mouth distraught scream and she woke up in a hospital bed with stitches. She was on suicide watch for 72 hours, and she got home she was still on suicide watch, but the one day she wasn’t on it was the day her parents died and she moved in with her boyfriend. Even now she was still suffering from suicide thoughts. She picked up the razor and sliced a cut on her wrist, another one on he

and she got home she was still on suicide watch, but the one day she wasn’t on it was the day her parents died and she moved in with her boyfriend. Even now she was still suffering from suicide thoughts. She picked up the razor and sliced a cut on her wrist, another one on her forearm, one of the long line, one over the already healed scar, she kept going until her arm was bleeding everywhere. Of course she went to her thigh that barely has as much as her arm has. She sliced open her skin on her thighs maybe five or ten, she honestly lost count. She put the razor back on the soap holder and watch as the used be clear water from the shower head turn a light reddish color, she didn’t know long she was in the there but she decided it was time for her to wash her hair, she would wash her body but she had learned a long time ago that it was a bad idea. She grabbed the only shampoo she saw and washed her hair, she did the same thing with the conditioner. She turned off the water and stepped out, she looked at the little bit of water that was still red and was going down the drain. She grabbed the nearest towel, she inspected the towel to realized it was dark so the blood wouldn’t show even though her wounds has stopped bleeding, she dry off and got changed, she grabbed the razor blade and hold it in her hand, she had unlocked the door and saw that Viktor was sitting on the couch and with someone in all black, she quietly snuck into the bedroom and put the blade back in the bottle and put it back in the pocket before grabbing her hairbrush and zip it back up. She shoved the bag back where it was.

After brushing it out, she walked out towards the two males on the couch who were talking about something, but she couldn’t make it out so she cleared her throat causing Viktor and the other guy to jump. “I didn’t hear the water go off, I was going to tell you I was back but I heard the shower and thought we should just wait for you to be finished.” He said the other guy nodded his head before his eyes look her up and down, obviously taking her in, but it felt uncomfortable so she shifted onto one foot to the other one and repeated it until the dude stopped doing that and looked into her eyes. “You don’t need to be uncomfortable with me. I was just taking you in to see if I could help you after beating the living shit out of your boyfriend—.” He was cut off by y/n raising her hand. “Ex boyfriend.” She said which made the male nod his head. “Your ex boyfriend to a pulp, and by help I mean teach you some defensive moves or offensive moves depending on what you need.” He said he was looking at you for a good ten minutes before it hit him. “Oh! Right, I need to say my name. I’m Diego. His brother.” That made y/n’s eyes widen, she looked around and let out an airy laugh. “You’re the one with the knife power.” She said before walking to the two boys and sitting on the coffee table. “I can do more than just knives but pretty much.” Diego said with a proud smirk, deciding to not let her thoughts go back to the shower thoughts, she placed her elbows on her knees and clasped her hands together and rested her chin on the back of her hands. “So hargreeves number two, why do you want to help, really? I mean I could be manipulating your brother.” She said but that didn’t phase Diego. “Because it’s in your eyes, your eyes show how broken you are, you wish to have something more, to be cared for, plus by the way he talk about you, you wouldn’t do that since you wouldn’t gain a thing, he said before yesterday you didn’t know anything about us, so unlike his first boyfriend who actually manipulated him and wanted us dead. But by the way, your eyes are looking at us. You long to be part of something, to get you out of your head, to be part of something, to belong somewhere and with someone. Am I right?” The knife thrower asked, which made the short girl tear up and covered her face with her hands and begin to sob silently. She suddenly felt hands on her knees, she looked up to see both Viktor and Diego were looking at her with worried eyes. “Y-you r-right.” She choked out and buried her face back in her hands and sob even harder, but her hands were taken from her face by one set of hands and her head lifted by another one. “You don’t need to be strong anymore, you got me and Viktor in your corner from now on, well all of us hargreeves in your corner, even the coffee addicted grumpy old guy surprisingly said he’d be there for you.” Diego said which made him pat her head. “But they will wait to be in your corner until you decide to meet them at your pace, so like right now you got me and Diego in your corner. Everyone is just waiting to join. So I was thinking, that we have a party to officially make you an honorary hargreeves. I talked about it with everyone and they agreed.” Viktor said, making the girl smile very weakly. “I’d like that.” She simply said before she leaned back and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Besides, I can’t wait to see your first move against Five.” Diego said with a smirk making y/n choked on her own spit. “What?! There’s no— I’m not— Viktor you told them!” Y/n scream causing Diego to laugh loudly and shake his head. “No, he didn’t tell everyone, only me because I asked him why not have Five to do it and he told me on how you said you needed a adult pacifier to suck on or you’d suck on something you shouldn’t and he brought us up and you said you’d pick Five, I asked him if there was anything else and he said your plan to fuck with our brother’s head and make him act like a horny teenage boy that had the girl in reach but can quite touch her. I think it's funny because if he didn’t know you’re

he wouldn’t look here so if you decide to play this dangerous game of cat and mouse I choose one of your friends' houses until either you get caught or he gives up.” Diego said before that’s made a genuine smile form on her lips. “I’ll keep that noted for my first move if I decide to mess with his head.” Y/n said and itched at her arm before hissing out way too loud for her liking.

“Are you okay short stuff?” Viktor asked as she nodded her head and looked away, but cried out when Diego grabbed her arm and yanked it away from her body and lifted up the sleeve, and she look at them both to see the horror, Diego’s eyes has horror and anger while Viktor’s eyes held horror and sadness. Y/n looked away and begin to let out loud sobs as she used her free hand to cover her mouth but she was tugged into Diego’s chest, he smelt like honey and chocolate, then she felt another pair of arms circling them which meant she was being hugged by both males. That’s when it all went downhill, she began to sob harder and harder against his chest as Viktor just kept his hand on her back, rubbing her back in soothing motions. After an hour of the apartment filling with just sobs, the three of them pull away, her eyes casted down. “Y/n why didn’t you call if you felt this low?” Viktor asked, making y/n sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “You were busy with your family. I couldn’t interrupt something as important.” She said making Diego snort and crossed his arms. “We all would have let him leave. But from now on you’re by either Viktor’s, mine, or when they meet you at their side until we get you help.” Diego said, making the girl smile sadly. “Okay, I’m feeling a bit tired and I have a headache, can I go to bed?” She asked standing up but Diego stood up as well. “I’ll tuck you in and you can tell me what’s going through your head.” Though she didn’t want to, y/n agreed and spent the rest of the night talking about herself until she dozed off.

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Ink on his heart

Summary: Here’s how Bucky Barnes got a haircut and then decided it was about damn time he controlled his own destiny - starting with a bit of ink. 

Star Spangled Bingo Square: “A thoughtful gift”

Characters: Bucky Barnes x TattooArtist!Reader

Words: 7,400 Warnings: Tattoo experiences, a couple stories about war. Some swearing. Mostly lots of feels and fluff.

A/N: This one has been in my head a long time, I love tattoos and I love the idea of Bucky getting them! While I desperately wish I could draw the designs in my head, hopefully you get enough of a word picture to imagine. And yes, it is kinda long (I know, I know), but I couldn’t stop myself! 

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*****

Not that Bucky’s counting, but it’s been three days, 18 hours and 26 minutes and he can’t get over it.

In the damp, chilly hours before dawn, he sits on the floor of the tower living room, watching the marshmallows in his hot chocolate melt in white swirls. Now and then, he lifts his eyes to the windows, finds the faint edges of his reflection in the dark glass, and tilts his head. Tentative fingers scratch through close cropped hair and a slow smile appears. Even now, he expects long strands trailing through his fingers. Believes he can feel the phantom tug of a snarl.

It was just a haircut. What a simple, ordinary thing.  

But Bucky Barnes has never been ordinary.

That small act triggered a startling transformation. Decades of heartbreak fell away with that dark hair, revealing the shape of a man he begins to remember, and it makes him think. About small things, about change. About simple acts making an extraordinary difference.

The last haircut Bucky remembers before the beginning of his first ending, was January 1945. The memory came back one evening, of a tent in Austria, the heavy silence of snow drifting down. He remembers Steve with a dull scissors, snipping carefully along his ear, remembers the catch of a knife gently shaving his neck. It was a ritual they shared for years. When pennies were tight and life was tough, they took care of each other.

And then? Then there was after.

After the fall, after capture, after the world went pear-shaped. Hydra wasn’t concerned with the formalities of self-care, a haircut was functional. Sharp scissors biting into his scalp, rough hands tearing his hair, a harsh slap if he considered resisting. Get it done and get it done fast. The Asset has work to do.

He despised those haircuts.

But now, here he is. No more handlers and horrors. No more running. No more hiding. No more ropes dragging him somewhere he doesn’t want to be.

Wresting back his independence was exhilarating.

When Steve had finished this haircut - because Bucky still preferred a Steve Rogers special to anything - he’d dusted off Bucky’s shoulders and waited. Sam stood behind him, and Bucky rolled his eyes, expecting a barrage of sassy comments.

But Sam just ruffled the freshly cut hair and laughed.

“Not bad old man. Still not as handsome as yours truly, but hey - maybe someday.”

Such a simple thing, a haircut.

It makes him wonder what else he might do, just for himself.      

Fuzzy and disconnected, an old memory flickers to life. It buzzes in his brain, images and connections filtering through the cracks and Bucky lets out a breathless laugh.

“Yeah,” he murmurs to himself. “Okay.”

He closes his eyes and sips his hot chocolate.

*****

Steve yawns when he answers the door. Blond hair spikes in every direction and he rubs his eyes, looking for all the world like a sleepy, overgrown toddler.

“Hey, man. Everything okay?”

Bucky leans against the doorframe and chews his thumbnail while he gathers his thoughts.

“Sure, just - can I get a favor?”

Bemused, Steve ushers him inside and Bucky plops in the red bean bag chair Steve keeps tucked beside his dresser. Stretching out his legs, he waits for Steve to flop back into bed and snuggle his pillow, before he speaks.

“Remember back in ’37 when we were coming home from that shitty bar in Midtown, and we saw that sailor getting a tattoo?”

Whatever Steve expected, it wasn’t this. It takes him a moment to conjure the image, but when it comes he belts out a laugh.

“That terrified kid gettin’ a big heart on his arm? Looked ready to shit his pants?”

Bucky grins at the memory, a milk-faced kid with hair dark and shiny as an oil-slick.  

“Thought he was gonna puke on the guy.”

“Yeah, and didn’t we stand outside that window arguing while you tried to convince me we both needed one? Something about good girls liking bad boys?”  

“Hey, I stand by that statement!”

“Oh fuck off, you know exactly what your Ma would’ve said if we’d come home with tattoos.”

“Yeah,” Bucky chuckles. “God, she’d a skinned me alive.”

“Damn straight,” Steve agrees and they fall quiet, momentarily lost in shared memories of a woman with a voice of steel and a heart of gold.

Bucky leans forward and rests his chin on his knee.

“You know, all these years and I’ve never really - done anything like that,” he admits wistfully. “Gotten something done to me, I mean. Something I decided on my own. If that makes sense?”

Controlling his own destiny, choosing to do something by himself, instead of always accepting things done to him - the idea is intoxicating. He remembers the pained grimace on that sailor’s face and he relishes the prospect.

Pain you choose to feel holds a different meaning, than the torture he knows.

“S’never too late, Buck,” Steve says drowsily. “You can do anything you want.”

Bucky contemplates Steve’s words. He can do anything he wants. Heart beating fast, he takes a deep breath.

“So listen, I was thinking -”

*****

For two straight weeks, Steve works on ideas.

The floor of his bedroom is littered with sketches and concepts, crumpled sheets of paper dappled with flowing lines. Finally, after midnight on a dreary Thursday, he knocks on Bucky’s door. The moment it opens, he shoves his tattered leather portfolio in Bucky’s hands.

“So, I guess, uh - here.”

Steve crosses his arms, his toe tapping nervously, and Bucky chokes down a laugh. Some things about Steve Rogers remain comfortingly unchanged. No matter how incredible his work, all confidence seems to evaporate the moment Bucky lays eyes on anything.

—

“Give it back asshole!”

“God dammit Steve, YOU’RE the one who asked me to look!”

“Yeah well, I changed my mind, now give it back!”

—

Bucky remembers laughing while Steve chased him around their apartment. He remembers the neighbors banging on the wall, shouting at them to shut up, and he remembers the smell of their forgotten scrambled eggs burning. But most of all, he remembers that drawing - he tucked that portrait of his mother in his rucksack the day he shipped out and it stayed there, a good luck charm all through the war.

Steve had cried when Bucky told him.

Because Bucky’s opinion was always the one that mattered. Seventy years changes nothing.

Tonight, he opens the leather case, revealing three separate drawings. Outlines of black ink and a rainbow of colors paint over the curves and breaks of a human form and he pores over each page. Each drawing is utterly unique, telling the story of Bucky Barnes in metaphors and moments.    

There are no words.

His throat feels suddenly thick, cotton lodged in his windpipe.

“I can redo them,” Steve blurts out. He snatches at the paper, but Bucky spins sideways, blocking the reach.

“The fuck you will. You ain’t touching these,” his voice cracks. Blinking back the flood of emotion, he looks up. “This is - they’re perfect, Steve. Thank you.”

Steve blushes petal pink and coughs to hide his delight. He fails miserably, of course, but that’s one more reason Bucky loves the little punk.

*****

One week later, Bucky stands before a demure brick storefront on a slow Brooklyn side street, the portfolio housing Steve’s three precious drawings clutched tight in a sweaty hand. Glancing at the address in his hand, he looks up to find stenciled letters curving across a glass window.

BROOKLYN INK ESTABLISHED 1973

“Here we go,” he mutters. Before he can lose his nerve, he shoves forward.

Three steps inside the tattoo parlor, he pulls up short.

Wow.

Black iron chandeliers hang from the ceiling, splashing sparkles across plush velvet chairs, rich violet and bright turquoise. The floor is an eclectic mix of reclaimed barn board, full of knots and whorls in every shade of brown. Artwork in black and white frames line the brick wall, tattoo designs, letters and fonts, photos of finished work. The entire space overflows with warmth, and Bucky feels instantly at ease.  

The front desk is empty, but he hears someone rattling around back, so he takes a seat. Piled high on an end table are bundles of photo albums, full of work; he sinks into the cushions and starts flipping through.  

Immersed in the images, he misses the sound of quiet footsteps.

“Are you James?”

The voice startles him and in one swift move, he manages to throw the album on the floor and tumble from the chair. Pages of photographs spill everywhere and he crawls over, hastily scooping them up and babbling one inappropriate apology after another.

“Shit! Sorry, I’m sorry! Shit, I mean I’m sorry for saying shit. Fuck, I didn’t - oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m not usually so - ”

Soft laughter greets him and he looks up in panic, a more refined apology on his lips, but the words evaporate.

Crouching beside him, graceful hands gather up the mess of photos, slipping them back into the album. Dropping it carelessly on the end table, she bounces back to her feet and offers him a hand.

“No worries,” she says with a breathtaking smile. “I shouldn’t have startled you.”

Although he has no need for the support, Bucky reaches mutely for her outstretched fingers because he can’t help but take them. When she tugs, he allows her to pull him up.  

“I’m, um - Bucky. Please, call me Bucky.”

“Hello Bucky,” she says. She shares her name and he repeats it slowly. Clearing his throat, he takes a deep breath.

“Thanks for meeting me so late, I know it’s after hours.”

“Sure,” she says lightly. “So, what can I do for you?”

This is the tricky part.

“On the website, it mentioned you had experience with - with tattooing around scars,” he begins carefully. “Scar tissue I mean. Is that right?”

With his question, her expressions turns serious. She observes him for a long moment.

“Yes, I do. Can I ask how long you served?” she asks delicately and Bucky acknowledges her perception with a short nod. He toys with the zipper on Steve’s portfolio, debating his response.

“Seemed like forever,” he finally says, and it’s the most honest answer he has.

Nodding silently, she motions him behind the counter.

“Come on back, let’s see what you had in mind.”

Hugging the pictures to his chest, Bucky follows, eyes saucer wide as they weave through the work area to her space. The shop smells like the woodsy smoke from the candles sitting along her table, mixed with ink and latex and an odd sterile tang. He inhales and discovers he likes it, the strange scent lighting him up.  

Dropping to her stool, she gestures for him to have a seat. Bucky sits gingerly, wide eyes still staring. When she catches his eye, he flushes.

“Sorry. First time I’ve been in a shop.”

“That’s okay, there’s lots to see,” she says easily. Looking at the portfolio still clutched against his chest, she grins. “Did you have some ideas already?”

He thrusts the portfolio at her. Propping it on her knees, she flips it open and he beams when he hears her astonished gasp.

“I like the colors there, if you think they’re possible?”

“Sure, might take some extra time, but I can do it,” she murmurs, pinching her lip. Turning the page sideways, she examines every minute detail, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is exquisite.”  

“I’ll tell my artist. He’s a real diva sometimes.”

“I’d say he’s earned that right,” she laughs, tracing the paper with a light finger. She flips to the second picture and tilts her head. “The grays and silvers might look nice with midnight blue for contrast?”

Bucky nods eagerly. “Yeah, I love that idea.”

She looks again, examining the intricate design.

“Can you tell me about your pain tolerance? The designs are beautiful, but they’re complex. Each will take multiple sessions to finish.”

Bucky drops his eyes. He heaves a sigh at the obligatory question.

“It’s high,” he mutters. “Very - high.”

Silence follows his admission. When he dares to look up again, he feels a twinge in his chest at the compassion he finds. He offers a rueful smile and she slowly returns it.

“Would you like to come after hours? It can get noisy during the day, if you prefer things quieter. Most soldiers like that better.”

There is a sweep of relief at her casual acknowledgement. He huffs out a shaky breath.

“That would be great. If you don’t mind, I mean.”

“Not at all. I’m a night owl anyway.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says quietly. “Me too.”

She looks back to the portfolio, carefully shuffling the pages.

The third picture appears.

And Bucky sees it, that precise moment when realization sinks in. When she realizes exactly who is sitting in her chair tonight. There is no doubt the drawing gives that fact away. Heart pounding, he flinches, steeling himself for the inevitable.

But nothing happens.

She meets his nervous gaze head on and yet - that gentle smile remains.

“Bucky,” she repeats and this time she understands. “Oh. It’s nice to meet you, Bucky Barnes. Come back tomorrow night, 9pm. Don’t be late.”

He leaves the tattoo shop feeling lighter than he has in years.

*****

TATTOO 1: FOREARM

“Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.” - Jack London

*****

Perpetually early for everything, Bucky arrives at 8:45pm the next night.

The bell over the door tinkles when he enters, and she looks up from the front desk and waves. His stomach unexpectedly leaps and he thinks it must be nerves.

“Hey, Bucky,” her voice is soft.

“Evening,” he says shyly.  

“You ready to do this?”

“Could hardly sleep last night,” he confesses with a grin.

Sliding timidly into her black leather chair, he watches her arrange tools on a shiny silver tray. An arm rest is attached to his right side, and he dries his sweaty palm on his jeans before easing his arm onto the cushion, palm up. When she drops onto her stool at his side, he offers a weak smile.  

“You got the email I sent with all the information, right? Did you have any questions?”

He scrunches his nose, recalling the long, detailed summary she shared. For each of the three tattoos he requested, she gave him a detailed analysis of the process for creating each design; broke down how long each session would take; gave explicit instructions on the healing and care process; confirmed each individual color and how it would be applied; clarified the tools that would be used, including their brand names and how each one worked; she even provided floor plans of her shop - outlining entries and exits and bathrooms and locations of fire extinguishers.

It was a novel of information that must’ve taken her hours, and he was inexplicably grateful for the time she spent just to make him comfortable.

“No questions, I just, uh - thanks. For putting all that together. It was helpful to have all the information. Helps me keep my head on straight.”

“Of course,” she says. “So this first design should take probably 5-6 hours. Since you’re new, we’ll start with short blocks and see how it goes.”

Bucky gives a jerky nod and she pauses, pressing her fingertips against the smooth skin of his forearm.

“Here are the rules. You’re in charge, okay? We can go as fast or as slow as you need. This is not a race, and I have nowhere to be but here. Any time you want to stop, you say the word and I stop. We can take a breather, grab a cup of coffee and start again - or we can call it a night. This is your experience, Bucky. You’re in control. Understand?”

There is a fierce surge of gratitude at her words. Gratitude for her kindness, for her acceptance. Gratitude for her.

“Got it,” he whispers.

And with that, they begin.

Bucky follows each step, while she measures his arm, while she considers the contours and angles of his muscle, while she cleans and preps his skin. When she finally applies a stencil, his heart is hammering so hard his teeth are chattering.

The low buzz of the tattoo machine fills his ears with a click.

When the needles touch his skin, sweat instantly beads his neck. Adrenaline drenches his tongue and for one wild moment, Bucky panics. Wonders if this was a terrible idea, because what idiot asks for pain, seriously Barnes, what the hell is wrong with you, why’re you so stupid all the -

And then - oh.

Huh.

Interesting.

Wide-eyed, Bucky follows her careful strokes, black lines appearing on his skin.

It does hurt - sort of. Obviously nothing he can’t handle; in the grand scheme of his life, this would register as a minor inconvenience, but there is a pinch.

But that spark of pain vanishes, when the raw symbolism behind Steve’s design hits him full force.

Holy shit.

How many times through the decades did Bucky Barnes die? And how many times did he rise, born again from the frozen ash of oblivion? It was simply what the Soldier did. But it was a shadow-life, nothing more. Bucky never knew how close he was to giving up, until that day above the Potomac, Steve’s bloody face beneath his furious fists. He was so far gone, so lost and forgotten, until those memories cracked the Soldier’s fierce veneer.

And suddenly he was Bucky again. Awake and alive. For the first time in 70 years he felt fire in his soul. For the first time in 70 years he could breathe.

Tears inexplicably fill his eyes.    

“All okay?”

Through a tunnel, Bucky hears her voice. Hypnotized by the metaphor inking itself into his skin, his head feels waterlogged when blinks up at her.

“Sorry?”

She scans his face, her thumb rubbing the pulse thrumming at his wrist.

“Everything okay?” She asks again and Bucky feels a potent rush of euphoria.

“Yes,” he says slowly. The excitement bubbles over and he lets out an ecstatic laugh. “Yes! This is incredible. This is - fucking hell, this is amazing.”

Chuckling to herself, she bends back to her task.

“So I guess we’ll keep going?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “Yeah, let’s keep going.”

Two hours later, the outline of the Phoenix is inked into his skin, crisp black lines like fresh paint. Long tail feathers are curled around his wrist, the lush feathered body splashed over his forearm, her wings spread open and curving around his arm, her head reaching toward the sky.

Born from ash. Alive again.

Bucky hates to cover it up, but she insists.

“Follow the cleaning instructions and it should be fine. We need to wait between the sessions, give you time to heal.”

At that comment, he fidgets.

“Actually, I heal pretty - fast.”

“I assumed you might. Usually I say 2-3 weeks between sessions, so how about you come back in 1 week and we can see. Let’s just make sure. Does that work?”

Bucky glances at the crisp white bandage on his arm.

“Okay, that works,” he says.

She squeezes his hand and he meets her eyes.

“You did great,” she tells him.

Bucky smiles in return. And he doesn’t stop for the next six days.

*****

When he walks into the shop for his next session, he carries a large coffee for himself and an extra large iced peach green tea for her. When he gets to the front desk, he thrusts the cup at her.  

“Evening. Um, here. Saw you had one last time, so - anyway.”

“Bucky, thank you. I’ve been craving one all day.” She gives the straw an experimental bite, before taking a long drink and for some reason, the silly quirk makes his heart bounce.

After a quick check on how he’s healed, she declares him perfect and they get started, settling into a comfortable silence. After an hour of buzzing, Bucky clears his throat.

“Is it okay to talk while you work?”

“It is,” she affirms, dabbing at the ink. Glancing up, she sees hesitant blue eyes. “I’m good at listening too. Sometimes it’s nice just to listen.”  

Bucky figures that’s a fair statement. He fiddles with a stray thread on his shirt.

“Do you read much?” He asks hopefully, picturing the teetering stack of books beside his bed. She perks at the question.

“I love to read. Have a pile of books on my nightstand waiting for me to find time. What about you? Are you reading anything good now? Any favorites I should know?”

Bucky swallows the happy surprise. If he could, he’d be content to spend the rest of his years with a comfortable chair, a cup of coffee, and an unending supply of stories. He could talk about books for days, he just normally keeps quiet, because most people aren’t interested in that facet of Bucky Barnes.

So he begins to talk.

He tells her how Natasha lent him all her Russian copies of Pushkin and Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, insisting that reading in the original language was infinitely better. He describes how he found a copy of Rumi’s poetry at a yard sale, and what an incredible treasure it was. He flusters recounting how much he cried reading ‘A Fault in our Stars’ and says he was scared shitless to even see a clown for a full year after reading Stephen King.    

He talks and talks and talks, and when he finally stops to breathe, she glances up.

“It’s nice to hear a man who’s so well read,” she says and Bucky preens at the compliment. “Do you have an all time favorite? Something you never get tired of?”

A favorite? No question.

“Yeah, I do. Something I read during the war and kinda fell in love. It’s about here, I guess. About Brooklyn.”

At the description, her mouth quirks, but she keeps working.

“Did you ever think about a book quote for a tattoo?”

Now there’s an idea. He makes a mental note to think of a quote he could add as another tattoo. Or maybe another couple tattoos. Hell, one session in and he’s already addicted.  

The comment tumbles free before he realizes he’s spoken out loud. He blushes at her laughter.

“It can be addicting,” she agrees. Bucky understands completely, seeing the vibrant crimson ink soak into his skin, painting the bird’s feathers. And then she pauses, meeting his eyes with a peculiar expression. “The right words can make you feel invincible.”

Setting the tattoo machine down, she rolls her chair back a bit and sits up straight. Lifting the hem of her shirt, Bucky sees a line of gold text inked below her ribs, his eyes following the flowing cursive.

“She was all of these things and of something more,” he reads aloud.

“‘A Tree Grows in Brooklyn’ is my favorite book too,” she says quietly. There is a long, unbroken moment where they stare into each others eyes. He should say something, he thinks. Something intelligent or witty or anything, but instead he just thinks about the fact that he found a woman in Brooklyn to permanently carve pictures into his skin and she has the same favorite book as him.

Bucky always was a sucker for fate.

“That’s - that’s really - I love that,” he finally says instead.

*****

A week later, Bucky arrives with a bundle of folders and an exasperated expression.

“This is really annoying, but do you mind if I finish some reports while you work? Got behind, someone’s gonna have my ass.” Bucky raises the papers apologetically.

“No problem,” she says easily. “Let’s keep your ass safe.”

Bending back to her task, Bucky snorts a laugh. They’re just a handful of mission reports, normally he types them soon as he returns, but lately he’s been slacking, because lately he has other things he finds more interesting.

Like the scene in front of him.

Together they work, each with their own pen. Bucky writes, she colors, and the clock on the wall ticks along. After awhile, she takes a break to stretch. Rolling her shoulders, she observes him.

“Are you left-handed?” she asks curiously and it takes Bucky a moment to think.

“Oh. Uh, not really,” he says. “But I can switch. Never been a problem.”

At the confession, she raises her eyebrows.

“That’s impressive. I wish I had a talent like that.”

He ducks his head at the praise. And he keeps writing, of course. Maybe adds a bit more flair. After all, the old Bucky Barnes did like to swagger.    

*****

“Well, I think that’s it.”

It takes a beat before Bucky understands what she means. Confused, he peers up at her with a dopey expression and she gestures at his arm.

He feels his heart lurch.

It flames to life along his arm, painted in vibrant ruby red and rich crimson and deep plum, highlights edged in shining gold. Mesmerized, Bucky stares down at the lines of ink and he flexes, the tendons of his arm shifting, and the bird moves. For one wild moment, he believes if he stays still, it could leap from his skin and take flight.  

It leaves him breathless.

“God, this is better - fuck, it’s so much better - than I ever imagined. How did you - wow. I don’t know how you did it, but - thank you. Thank you so much.”

Unanticipated emotion makes his voice tremble. Because this is the first time Bucky Barnes chose something permanent for himself. Serums and metal arms and bullets and blades, those were always forced upon him, his pleading refusals met with violence and sneering indifference.

But this?

This.

This.

This is all his.

*****

TATTOO 2: BACK

“Wear your heart on your sleeve in this life.” - Sylvia Plath

*****

“So, uh, how exactly does this work?”

Standing beside the leather chair while she organizes her inks, Bucky wrinkles his nose. She looks up and motions for him to turn, straddling the chair with his chest pressed against the back.

“Are you comfortable completely removing your shirt? Or would you prefer to leave it part way on? I’ll just need it out of the way for the right side of your back.”

Bucky grimaces. Eventually she’s going to see his shoulder - he knows that - but he’s not in the mood to rip that band-aid off yet.  

“Uh - let’s do part of the way if that’s okay?”

“That’s okay,” she confirms and he awkwardly tugs his right arm free, baring the broad expanse of his back. Tucking his arms in front of him, he slings a leg over the chair and rests his chin carefully on the headrest.

He says nothing, simply stays still while she absorbs the sight. Littered up and down his back are a litany of scars, puckers from the occasional bullet, thin lines from errant blades, and a few other marks he prefers not to define. His voice is muffled when he warily asks.

“Are you able to - work with it?“    

“Absolutely,” she answers firmly and Bucky warms at the decisiveness in her tone. Her confidence makes him feel infinitely more positive.

This is the largest of his three tattoos, stretching from the tip of his shoulder blade and flowing down to his waist. It will also take the longest, but Bucky assures her he has no issue sitting perfectly still for hours.

It’ll be worth it. He can’t wait to show Sam - he’ll get a kick out of this one.

Once she applies the stencil over his skin, she goes to work, dropping into that headspace of deep focus. She works so quietly for so long, he falls into a trance, lulled by the melodic buzz.

When she speaks, it startles him.

“What made you decide you wanted a tattoo?”

He lays his cheek along the edge of the chair so he can see her from the corner of his eye when he answers.

“S’random, but back in ’37, me and Steve were out and I remember walking by this old tattoo shop over in Midtown. They had one of those big glass windows with the chair in front, so people could stand and watch. Anyway, we walk by and there was this kid sitting in the chair, and no fuckin’ joke, he was getting a big heart on his arm with ‘MOM’ written in the middle.”

“Ah yes, the ever popular ‘mom’ tribute. I’ve done a few of those,” she says and Bucky grins.

“Well anyway, I always kinda wanted something, you know? Thought about getting one before I shipped out, but I didn’t, and then it was - “ he pauses for a moment, but she encourages him with a questioning hmmm? and Bucky bravely pushes forward. “I had lots of years where I didn’t get to make my own decisions. And there was so much - bad shit that happened to me. Anyway, I guess I thought if someone’s gonna do something to me, I wanted it to be on my own terms. You know?”

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “I think that makes perfect sense.”

Bucky sits quietly, contemplating. The question has been rattling around his brain for awhile and it spills free before he can stop himself. 

“The whole process, it feels sort of  - intimate, doesn’t it?”

He flushes at the insinuation, but intimate is the best way to describe it, he thinks, this practice of someone permanently carving their art into your skin.

“It is intimate,” she says softly, leaning closer. “It’s almost like you’re - leaving a piece of your soul under someone’s skin? I don’t know if that makes sense, but that’s what it’s always felt like.”

Bucky nods, watching her capable, artistic, beautiful hands as they move, slowly transferring bits and pieces of herself to him.

What a gift. He holds on tight.

*****

It was bound to happen at one of the sessions.

It’s been dark and rainy for days, buckets dumped from the heavens, the perpetual grumble of thunder always near. When Bucky comes through the front door, he feels like a wet dog. He shakes out his jacket, stomps his boots. He feels off base tonight, the result of bad sleep, bad dreams, and one particularly bad mission. He’s frustrated with himself for bringing it with him, thinks maybe he should’ve cancelled, but the thought of skipping his session - both the ink and her - was too depressing.

So instead of holing up in his room and moping under the covers, he braved the storm.

The one inside and out.

Searching for calm, he licks chapped lips.

“Hey,” he says, cringing when his voice cracks.

“Hey, Buck,” she turns cheerfully, but when she sees him squinting at her through the droplets cascading down his face, his shoulders hunched and tense, she stops. Looks him up and down and her expression softens. Beckoning him back, she digs up a towel and a dry t-shirt with ‘BROOKLYN INK’ stamped across the front, ushering him to the bathroom.

“Take all the time you need. No rush.”

Bucky mumbles his thanks and shuts the door. Gripping the sink, he glares at the mirror, at the smudge of dark beneath his eyes, at the clench of his jaw. Closing his eyes, he breathes slow and deep.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.”

He repeats the mantra, determined to settle. He’s been eager for this session all week, he’s sure as hell not ruining it because he can’t get his idiot brain to stop spinning.

When he finally emerges, he finds her arranging her work space. Halting in front of her, he keeps trembling hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes downcast.

“I’m afraid I’m poor company tonight,” he admits quietly.

“That’s okay. We can reschedule, Bucky,” she says softly and Bucky feels the disconcerting sting of tears. He rubs the heel of his hand against watery eyes.  

“If it’s okay, I’d - I’d rather go ahead. Been looking forward to seeing you - uh, seeing you work, all week. It was just - “ he pauses and fights the temptation to spill his guts. No, he snarls internally, she doesn’t need to hear all your shit.

He clamps his mouth shut and shrugs instead.

She says nothing, but when she gives his hand a comforting squeeze, Bucky feels that familiar surge of gratitude. She guides him carefully toward the chair and he slumps into the seat, automatically tugging up his new shirt.  

“Just close your eyes and breath. You’re okay.”

Bucky rests his chin on the edge of the chair. Troubled eyes flutter shut, and the comforting buzz of the tattoo machine fills his ears, muting the sound of the storm raging outside. When he feels the prick of the needles, he lets out a weary breath. And when he feels the easy pressure of her fingers, he begins to relax.

For hours, she works. Firm strokes, painting the story across his skin.

The dark night begins to fade before she finally sets her tools aside. When he climbs to his feet, she pulls him into a gentle hug.    

Bucky sinks into her arms.

That morning, the sun begins to shine.

*****

Bucky’s been sitting for a couple hours now, eyeing the brick wall behind the chair. A question pops into his head and he feels like a jerk for not asking sooner.

“Hey - all these hours together, and I never asked you - what made you want to draw on people for a living?”

She hums at the question, and he can hear the happiness in her reply.

“Well, I always wanted to be an artist. For my eleventh birthday, my best friend Mike gave me this set of gel pens, there were a million colors. When I told him I wanted to be a tattoo artist, he let me draw pictures all over him for practice. He insisted on being the first person I inked, once I got my license. Would always tell people he was the ‘original canvas’ for my brilliance.”

When she laughs, Bucky chuckles with her; it reminds him of Steve.

“Sounds like a good man,” he says.

“Yeah, he is - he was,” she quietly corrects herself. “He was an EOD specialist in Afghanistan. Right before he left for his last tour, I drew up plans for the arm sleeve he always wanted; he planned to get it when he finished. A month later, he was in a convoy that was moving through the Gereshk Valley in the Helmand Province, when an IED hit his vehicle. He didn’t make it home.”

The story hits home like a kick in the face.

Too many soldiers, too many lives. Bucky reaches back to still her hand. He slowly turns to face her, gently tugging the tattoo machine free and setting it aside. Wordlessly, he offers his hand and she accepts it gratefully, weaving her fingers through his. It takes a few attempts before she speaks again.  

“It took me a long time to get through that. One day I met a friend working down at the VA, and I heard a vet talking about the scars on his legs. He sounded so - sad about them, you know? Kept saying he didn’t recognize himself anymore. And I just stood there thinking, maybe I couldn’t help Mike, but I could still do something.” Staring resolutely down, she considers her fingers still entangled with Bucky’s. “I did some research and took some classes and - learned how to tattoo on scar tissue.”

Bucky gazes at her. He feels a sweep of pride at the way she turned her tragedy into something beautiful.

“I’m so sorry that happened,” he says and she finally looks up, meeting blue eyes bright with compassion. “But you should know, what you’re doing for people, it’s incredible. And if you don’t mind me saying, I think he’d be real god damn proud of you.”

A tear slips down her cheek and she ducks her head, her whisper so low he nearly misses it.

“Thank you Bucky.”

*****

Hours later, Bucky hears a clatter of tools and her huff of relief.

“All done.”

Wiping her hands, she pops excitedly up from the stool and Bucky pushes back from the chair to follow. Without a thought, she grabs his metal hand, tugging him impatiently over to a set of floor length mirrors along the wall. Bucky grips tight and obediently follows, his pulse racing. When she positions him at the mirror, she adjusts the panels so he can see himself from all angles.

“There, have a look.”

Along his spine, the single metal wing bursts free, so intensely realistic, Bucky’s jaw drops. It arches gracefully up, curving over his shoulder blade and sweeping down his back, razor sharp feathers tickling his rib cage before billowing out above his waist. Made from silvers and grays and shaded hints of midnight blue, it glows in the light. When Bucky reaches toward the sky, the muscles shift beneath the ink and it creates the strangest sensation of feathers unfolding.  

All the scars littering his back, a flesh and bone patchwork of memories left by vicious handlers and fights too close for comfort, have disappeared. Blending into the steel of his new wing, their only purpose is to strengthen the image.

After all this time, he’s come to terms with the metal arm so unwillingly gifted all those years ago. But it’s remained a relic of a past life, something heavy, to drag him down.

But now, he rolls his shoulder back and his new metal wing lifts him higher than he’s felt in a long, long time.

*****

TATTOO 3: SHOULDER

“I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.” - Haruki Murakami

*****

“So our last session.”

“Our last session,” he murmurs.

Bucky thinks for a moment that she seems glum, but maybe that’s wishful thinking.

“This is a tough one,” she warns, “but I think we can do it in one session. I won’t try and cover them up, it won’t work. The best solution is to incorporate your scars into the design. Make sense?”

Bucky pictures the pattern Steve drew, bright green leaves and vines tracing the seam of his arm, melding with the thick ribbons of raised tissue. It doesn’t matter, but he timidly asks anyway.

“Will it hurt?”

“No,” she says gently. Pressing her hand to his galloping heart, she shakes her head. “It won’t hurt much there, but you need to tell me if it hurts here. You need to tell me if I should stop. Remember, you’re in charge, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispers.

Steeling himself, he whips off his shirt, balling it up in nervous hands. The cool air blowing through the shop is a relief for his overheated body.

“Do you mind if I feel the skin here? So I can make sure I approach it right?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Bucky mumbles. Staring at his hands, he waits.

Leaning close, her fingers brush over him, feeling the lines and ridges, assessing the canvas. For ten minutes, she tests his skin, lightly pushing and pressing, observing the scars and bumps where metal meets man.  

“Does it still hurt?”

She doesn’t want to ask, but needs to know what she’s working with. With a grim smile, he shrugs.

“Not really. Aches sometimes, but doesn’t hurt. Can’t feel much there besides some pressure.”

Nodding, she pinches her lip. “I was thinking last night, um - would you want to add anything else into the design? Nothing big, but a few flowers? Some daisies maybe?”

“Sure, I’d like that. Any reason for daisies?” Bucky asks curiously.

Pulling out a few additional bottles of ink, she absently touches the necklace at her throat, and Bucky sees a silver daisy spinning.

“Daisies represent new beginnings. Thought it might be a nice way to end, if you like?”

Does he like it? The idea of having this small thing in common?

Hell yes he likes it.

Maybe - maybe he even more than likes it?

“Yeah. That sounds perfect,” he says softly. He swallows hard and she nods encouragingly.

“Okay. Remember - stop me if you need a break.”

This one, Bucky knows will be hard. It was the reason he left it to the end - the mental fortitude required here is much different.

As she begins, he contemplates the pink furrows gouged into his skin. The memory of how they got there flashes before him, a sick image of shredded skin raked bloody beneath his blunt fingernails. Faint screams of a past life echo in his ears, the smokey cry of his own voice desperate for relief from the pain.

Cold sweat slides down his face and he slams his eyes shut, but that seems to make it worse. The images glow technicolor bright, and he grunts a frustrated breath.

And then, through the thin latex of her glove, he feels her cool hand press against his pounding heart. Cracking an eye open, he finds her calm face and he focuses on her, until his breathing begins to ease. Blinking rapidly, he drinks in the curve of her nose, the shape of her mouth, the beauty of her eyes.

His heart stutters, stunning him into a different kind of breathless.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, wide eyes locked on hers. “Yeah, I’m okay. You can keep going.”

When she bends back to her task, Bucky melts. It occurs to him, that perhaps if she might let him, he could be content watching her forever.

But for tonight, this forever lasts only a few hours before she’s done.

And there it is.

Shades of green line his shoulder, the vines curling and winding around his scars, blending them seamlessly into the foliage covering his skin. Spidering vines trail across his chest, and it seems incompatible in a way, something alive bursting from the stark metal, but the leaves look so real, he swears they flutter with each breath he takes. Strewn throughout the greenery, small splotches of yellow and white reveal her daisies and he sucks in a breath.

For the first time in his life, Bucky stares at his scars and a foreign word comes to mind, one he never, ever thought to use.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. “They’re beautiful.”

*****

And so, after 3 months and 30 hours together, they were done.

Hands in his pockets, Bucky gazes at her. Ink on her hands, ink on his heart. It hits him then, this is it. They shuffle, making small talk, neither ready to say goodbye.

“Promise you’ll come back if you decide on anything else. Tattoos, piercings, anything,” she teases and Bucky laughs.

“Told you, I might be a little addicted,” he admits, knowing full well he means to tattoos and to her. “Soon as I can think of a reason, I’ll be back.”

“I hope so,” she says. There is a brief moment where she seems to gather her courage and then she leans in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re a work of art, Bucky, but - you were before any of this. Remember that.”

Dazed, Bucky touches his cheek.

Indelible and perfect, the tattoo of her lips inks itself straight onto his heart.

*****

When she arrives at the shop the next day, there is a new sight sitting on the front desk.

Daisies, their white petals and yellow faces as fresh as the afternoon sunshine filtering through the window. Bemused, she looks around the bustling shop and spies the card propped beside the overflowing vase, her name scrawled across the front.

-

“When I got home, I stood in front of the mirror for hours, staring at your artwork. Every time I told myself to go to sleep, I found something new I loved. The tail feathers on my Phoenix or the petals of your daisies. What you’ve given me is more than I ever hoped - I can never thank you enough.

But anyway, I remembered what you said - how this kind of art is like leaving a piece of your soul under someone’s skin.

Well, I won’t lie - you must have done, because I miss you already.

So at the risk of being forward (although I did break into your shop and leave this, so maybe this won’t seem that forward), would you have dinner with me?  

I think there’s another new beginning waiting out there, if you’d like to find it with me.  

Yours,

Bucky”

-

At the bottom of the note, a phone number is printed.

Brushing her fingers over the delicate white petals, she pictures him, that dark haired man with eyes like blue ink, so heartbreakingly beautiful inside and out. She feels the unconscious pull of her heart, telling her all she needs to know.

A new beginning.

She says yes.

*****

[sakura-83]

Things from Anne with an e that I feel like writing down

Season 1 Episode 6: Remorse Is the Poison of Life

1. Diana having to run through the dark with nothing but a lantern and quite reasonably tripping. I never really thought about how dark it would actually be out because there’s always light.., somewhere in a modern city. It’s dark but you can usually still see

2. Every time Anne and Diana are separated they end up reunited during some great tragedy and are like “I missed you so much!!” Like yeah that’s great but. Please focus

3. It’s terrifying how easily children could die before modern medicine. They still can die very easily and that’s still terrifying but back then there was no quick fixes or easily accessible help

4. “It’s an old wives tale.” “I might be one but not the other. Evidently one doesn’t have to be either thing to know it.”

5. Anne knowing how to treat croup because all of Mrs. Hammond’s sets of twins had it

6. “I was supposed to be a boy but when I wasn’t, they decided to keep and raise me.” “How extraordinary!”

7. Minnie May almost choking to death on her own phlegm and Anne ultimately saving her because there’s no way the doctor would’ve made it all the way from Soencervale in time

8. “I believe I need a brandy.”

9. It’s really interesting how much of the script comes straight from the book

10. “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren’t you?”

11. John Blythe’s love for adventure and how Gilbert undoubtedly sees it in Anne

12. Eliza apologizing for how she misjudged Anne

13. “My darling Diana”

14. “I can’t tie myself down to anything so unromantic as dishes at this thrilling moment!”

15. “Even aunt Josephine said she’d like to see you again, and she doesn’t like anyone.”

16. “Shes disinclined to stay home alone since her companion passed away.” “Her companion?” “Her best friend forever and ever.”

17. “Aunt Josephine never married. Neither of them did, they lived with each other their whole lives.” “I’d live with you forever if I could. But I know you’ll leave me the date you get married to some wealthy and handsome gentleman. I hate him already.” “How’s Gilbert?”

18. “It’s very likely Gilbert’s father isn’t going to get well, so it’s more than possible that when Gilbert finally comes back to school… he’ll be an orphan.”

19. The cut from that conversation to John Blythe’s funeral

20. Matthew grabbing Marilla’s arm because he knows how much john meant to her

21. Gilbert watching the snowflakes melt in his hand

22. Marilla’s flashback

23. Young Marilla teasing john

24. Him giving her the same hair ribbon she later gifts to Anne

25. Anne and Gilbert being just like their parents, mirroring their romance and yet achieving the love Marilla and John could never have

26. Anne trying to make Gilbert feel better but making it seem like it’s about her. I often find it hard to articulate my relation to others in a way that does sound like I’m relating and not like I’m making it about me

27. Aunt Josephine on a stroll in the woods

28. Anne’s ranting about her “extensive knowledge of being an orphan”

29. Her calling Gilbert a dumb boy and refusing to think about him

30. “Romance is a pesky business. No sense to be made of it.”

31. “May I enter your humble abode.” About Anne’s run down little shed

32. “I couldn’t be less interested in Gil- that boy!”

33. “Let your ambitions and your aspirations be your guide.” “But I have so many!”

34. “I’ve always wanted to be a bride, but I don’t really expect to be a wife.” “Interesting!” “So you see the conundrum.” “I do. I have the following thoughts to offer. First, you can get married any time in your life, if you choose to do so.” “That’s true-“ “And two, if you choose a career, you can buy a white dress yourself, have it made to order and wear it whenever you want.” “Why didn’t I think of that!? I love that idea! I’m going to be my own woman!” “I’m a proponent for making ones own way in the world.”

35. “If you become a doctor, perhaps you can discover a cure for old age.”

36. Anne calling aunt Josephine her new role model, as well as Marilla and Matthew

37. “I’m going to be the heroine of my own story.”

38. Marilla finding an old letter from John

39. The theme Unrequited Love playing during this scene

40. It’s fascinating when you come to recognize the instrumentals by name, the names actually have a lot of double meanings in relation to the show. Fire in The Town not only plays when there’s an actual fire, but also when Anne’s rumors about prissy set the town ablaze

41. “If the key to a mans heart is through his stomach-“ “Which it is!” “Then, we have to make sure that this is the best shepherds pie that Gilbert has ever had.”

42. Anne wanting a boy to loved for her brain and personality rather than her abilities to keep a home

43. “Don’t you think Gilbert looks even more handsome now that he’s sad?” “I didn’t notice.”

44. I just noticed aunt Josephines mourning clothes, I know she was grieving but I didn’t put two and two together

45. “Take the boy the godforsaken pie before I suffer a mental collapse.”

46. Anne rambling excitedly about Jane Eyre.

47. Anne almost spoiling the book, just like Gertrude used to do

48. Anne suddenly breaking down over death. I’ve done that before, far more frequently in middle school when I realized that we all die someday

49. “It must be awful beyond measure to lose someone that you love deeply. In a split second, a heartbeat, they’re gone forever… and there is nothing you can do to change it or bring them back…”

50. “Anne? You’re crying on the potatoes.”

51. “There’s nothing wrong with saying ‘I’m sorry for your loss’, Ruby. And I’m going to say it because I am.” “You’re just going to make it worse if you say that. His father!! Just died!!!” “That’s what people say when someone dies.” “I don’t want you to upset him.” “He’s already upset because his father just died!”

52. “We hope you like shepherds pie.” “Everyone LIKES shepherds pie 😡. We hope it’s a comfort to you, Gilbert.🥰”

53. Anne telling “but I would make a terrible wife!” And running out.

54. Matthew offering to help Gilbert get his farm back in order

55. Gilbert not wanting to be a farmer but having an entire farm shoved off on him when his only family does, despite being… 14 at most? 15 maybe?

56. Matthew losing all his crops when the Dal Marie sank

57. Billy wanting Gilbert back to control the “ugly orphan” and Gilbert defending Anne

58. “She’s smart, deal with it.”

59. Gilbert telling billy to read a book for once

60. “I’ll give you a tip, okay? I’m not your bud. And if you ever hassle Anne again, you’ll regret it.”

61. “What’s your problem?” “Ask me that again. No, seriously. Go ahead.” “Why you gotta be like that?” “Ask me!” “…what’s your problem?”

62. Gilbert throwing his stuff at billy to preoccupy his hands and THEN punching him straight in his stupid face

63. The boys are fighting!!!! And rolling around in the snow too that’s kind of funny looking

64. Gilbert beating billy in that fight

65. Marilla telling Gilbert about his father

66. All of Gilbert’s siblings died

67. Gilbert’s father taking him to Alberta before he died, where Gilbert was born

68. “You resemble him in many ways.”

69. “He asked you to go?” I’ll always be grateful to him for thinking I’d be brave enough. Obligation… can be a prison.”

70. Anne trying to write a letter to Gilbert apologizing for what she said

71. Anne visiting aunt Josephine for advice and accidentally interrupting her grieving

72. “Emotion is rarely convenient and often intolerable, but I find at the moment that I don’t mind it.”

73. “Grief is the price you pay for live, you see. So it’s alright.”

74. “You and I are not the marrying kind.” “Ah, but I was, in my way. And we had a full and wonderful life together, and I gave no regrets. That’s all you really have to decide Anne, to live a life without regrets.”

75. Anne kissing aunt Josephine on the cheek and running off to live said life

76. No Matthew don’t make that loan deal!!!

77. Anne sprinting to Gilbert’s house bit for the first time of many to come, being too late to reach him.