#my friend sent me images of her thighs and wow okay

[thebrookesnook]

Girls are very pretty and i'm very attracted to them. Thank you for listening to my ted talk.

[jarofstyles]

138 !!!! with best friend harry

SPICY SPICY

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“Were you just…. Masturbating?”

Harry’s face was flushed. Skin glowy and he was hidden haphazardly under the covers. She hadn’t knocked, having never knocked, but he must have heard her footsteps as she walked up.

Now… anyone with manners or common decency wouldn’t have mentioned it. No, they’d either excuse themselves or move on. But Y/N didn’t have good boundaries when it came to Harry, and she was a curious little thing. Too curious for her own good.

“Christ. Y’can’t knock and y’dont have a filter to save your life.” He rolled his eyes in disbelief, groaning as he hid his eyes under his arm. I didn’t help that the subject of the fantasies he had been rudely pulled from had walked in, not naked and not bouncing on his thick cock. It was rude, if you asked him.

“Oh, hush.” She giggled, laughing harder as Harry scrambled back as she crawled up on the bed with him.

“Oi! What the fuck are y’doin, love?” He laughed nervously, cock still pulsing under the covers. Y/N was fearless and he knew that, but they’d never gotten this close. Sure, they spoke about sex and were close physically but this was…. Something else entirely.

“Relax, H. M’just getting comfortable. You don’t have to stop on my account.” She actually was nervous. Heart beating fast. But it was the best idea she had. She needed to get over this hurdle. And she was so curious about it, she needed to see him. If he was comfortable… she would want it.

“Y’want…. You want to watch?” He said slowly, trying to understand. His cock throbbed in betrayal of his confusion, aching to be touched again.

“Mhm. If you’re okay with that, though.” She leaned in next to him and placed her cheek against his shoulder. “I haven’t seen a guy do it. And I’ve always wanted to see yours. Y’act like it’s big.” She laughed, eyes curiously peeking at the bulge under the covers.

“Uh… okay. It won’t be weird?” He asked again, making sure she wouldn’t be weirded out. Of course it had been his idea, and he had been close to orgasm so he was eager to get back into the groove of it. The idea of her watching made him even more horny, but again… he was cautious.

“Mhm, it’ll be fine, H. You’re being silly.Let’s see.” She urged, stroking her fingers over his arm. Comforting to her, arousing to him. She listened to him take a breath, and slowly lowered the comforter back down.

Her eyes widened. It was… big. Bigger than she had ever experienced. And it was…. It was hot. Thick, red tip glistening, her mouth watered a bit as she wondered how the precum dripping from the slit would taste like. Or how it would feel to have it throbbing against her tongue as she stroked it.

It wasn’t the first time she had these thoughts. But the first time truly seeing what she would be working with.

“Wow…” her breath voice went straight to his stomach. “You’ve got a right to be cocky.” He wrapped his hand around it after those words, squeezing himself at the base. It was so nice to have her looking at him. A breathless laugh left him as he shook his head.

“Thanks, petal.” He murmured. His best friend watched as he gave himself a few strokes, lulling his head back. Her cheek pressed against his bicep, watching intently as his thumb rubbed over the slit. He hadn’t expected her to speak, though.

“How’s it feel?” She whispered, stroking over the back of his wrist. The hand was free, and she was touchy. “Is it good?” Her face tilted up to look at him.

“Feels really good, yeah.” He licked his lip, breathing getting heavier. “Was at a good place when y’came in.” He laughed. The strokes were slow and steady, her eyes going back to the length. Her thighs clenched together, imagining how good that much cock would feel filling her up.

“M’sorry.” She whispered. “I’ll help.” He was shocked when he watched her lean up, bending close to his length and pursing her lips. He gasped when a string of spit dropped down, dripping on to the tip and over to meet his fingers. He nearly whimpered, the idea of her spit coating him a lot to process.

“Oh, fuck.” He cursed, throwing his head back when she did it again. This time using her hand to brush the hair out of her face and giving him a clear view of the saliva dripping from her lip and stringing from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. “My god, Y/N.” He whined, lifting his hand up and breaking the spit from her bottom lip.

She laid back down, chest throbbing in time with the beat between her leg. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you.” She licked her still wet bottom lip, watching his fist stroke faster now. “It looks…. Really nice.”

Her words were hesitant but he could hear the genuine tone. And the bit of arousal, at least he hoped Thats what it was. Testing his luck, he spoke back.

“Yeah? Y’like watching me get off, petal?” He asked, turning his face to look at her. Her eyes glued to his cock, dark. Legs clenched together, her hand holding his wrist while the other strokes up and down. The new slick and wet sound her spit had added to the strokes only added to his new arousal.

“Uh huh…” she was breathless, nuzzling her cheek against his arm. Suddenly shy, she was aroused and wet, but so focused on the filthy sight in front of her she could barely move.

“Didn’t know you were dirty like that.” He spoke quietly. Waiting. The little shift she did and slight tiny whimper cluing him in to knowing that this was effecting her just as much. “Do ya’ think you could do me a favor?”

Pushing the limits. He knew it. But he was so beyond horny, so hard and aching and she was giving him all of this beautiful material… he couldn’t help but push for more and more and more. It was her idea, after all.

“Yeah. Yah- I can.” She whispered with wide eyes. His hand was working himself steadily and she was doing her best to not show how worked up she was. But she couldn’t help it.

“Kay…. Can y’dip those fingers in between your legs…. N’lemme taste?” He breathed. “Don’t have to if y’dont want to. Promise. Just…. Want to taste it. I just sent t’taste it, M’not gonna last long, sweetheart.” He pleaded. Needing to taste her and see if what he imagined was what she was.

Y/N nodded, her own breathing picking up as she snuck her fingers under the band of her lounge shorts. A soft moan left her throat, guiding the fingers up her soaked slit and bumping over her clit. The image of her hand in her pants and her little noise made his orgasm approach sooner, a simple Christ spilling from his lips as he watched.

“Are you wet?” His voice was a deep, dark tone she hadn’t ever heard before. Her head tilted back and her glazed over eyes met his as she nodded, hips chasing her hand as she stroked over her swollen, needy clit again and circled a few times. “Good girl. Let me have my taste.” His words weren’t a suggestion anymore, and it only made her even more eager.

Tugging her fingers out, his spare hand guided her wrist to his mouth and immediately, he brought them between his lips. Closing them around the smaller digits, the sweet, tangy taste of her cunt coating his tongue as he dragged it between the two. It was even. Better than he imagined, a dark moan escaping his chest as he stroked himself harder. Thrusting into his hand, he sucked her fingers clean, Every single digit, even brushing his tongue over her palm to get any he missed.

“Fucking sweet. Fuck, M’gonna cum.” He panted. “Gonna cum with that taste all over my fucking tongue. You’re unreal.” He slurred, mouth dropping open as she took her hand that was slick with his spit and her taste, knocking his own hand off. The confidence swelled in her at his reaction to how she tasted, wrapping her smaller fist around him.

“Go ahead. Fuck my hand. Cum on it.” Her lips brushed his jaw. “S’a good boy, Harry. Come on. S’so soft around you, isn’t it?” She purred, pressing her body into his side. He let out a whimper, nodding as his lips parted again.

“Yes, yes, petal. Feels so good, oh god baby… M’gonna cum.” He panted, hips thrusting into her hand she held tightly around him. “Oh, feels… shit, it’s so good, you’re gonna make me cum.” He babbled, dizzy with incoming orgasm.

“Go ahead. Cum. Such a pretty cock, S’a honor to have it in my hand.” Her lips puckered just a bit against his stubbly jawline. “Cum for me, Harry.” She nuzzled against him with a slight nip and he was done for.

He let out a deep groan, cock throbbing and finally going over the edge. Coating her hand and his stomach with sticky cum, he fucked his pick into her soft hand and held her wrist to him until he was too sensitive, pulling it off. His head swimming in orgasm, heat and pure bliss.

His face turned to meet her lapping his cum off her hand, humming as she did so. And that’s when Harry realized he was completely screwed. This fantasy about his best friend… wasn’t just fantasy anymore.

[stevenbasic]

”I got this,” I heard my new employee, Shanette, say as we reached the bottom of the staircase that led up to my apartment. She and Lakshmi had been called by Vida to escort me home, supporting me, basically holding me up the entire walk from my office. I was exhausted, woozy, feeling ready to pass out after my most recent booster shot. My head was swimming, their voices sounding far away, but I could still make out their conversation. This was much worse than last week.

“You sure?” answered Lakshmi, genuine concern on her face. She was a long-time Medical Assistant of mine, and a pretty sweet girl.

And god look at her ass…

Aside from sapping my energy, this shot - again even more dramatically than the previous one last week - also made me feel high and goddamn horny. It was not an unpleasant feeling, this somnolent stupor, and part of me had actually been looking forward to it (as much as I hated needles haha).

“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m a big girl,” Shanette answered, one hand on my shoulder, one behind my back, near my hip, “Go have fun. I’ll catch up.” If I had been more aware, I would have heard the hint of excitement in her voice as she helped me take the first step up the staircase.

Big girl huhuh, I thought to myself, thankful now that I didn’t just blurt it out in my half-daze. Shanette was a big girl, probably 5’11” in her white sneakers to my - <gulp> I still can’t believe it -  5’5”. And not just tall…she was big in two important other ways. Even though my eyes were all but closed, I’d been struggling not to leer at her very healthy, very full breasts, on prominent display this late afternoon, out of her office attire and in an overmatched tank top that left nothing of her well-developed torso to the imagination.

“Okay, his door is at the end of the hall,” Lakshmi said from behind us, as Shanette began to slowly walk me up the stairs, “See you there!”

“Th-thanks, Lakshmi,” I mumbled, not knowing if she’d heard me. Even in my state, I had gathered that the girls, apparently, were headed out for drinks. Lakshmi had still been in her too-tight scrubs, but Shanette had already changed from a sweater and long skirt into this white tank and tight, ripped jeans, an outfit I’d maybe recognized from the flurry of images she’d sent me in her “application”. Tall and curvy, her body was no doubt built for pleasure, a fact this ensemble made perfectly evident. Her waist was taut, her ass was big, and her legs were long. Soft waves of dark hair and a chest heavy with big boobs completed the package; Shanette was an A-1 fox of major proportions. But she was a friend of Melissa’s and…and…

“Wow this place needs a paint job…” Shanette commented, finding the switch and flipping on the overhead fluorescent light as she stepped me through my doorway.

How did…? When…? I was in my apartment, already? Had I walked up the stairs?

“Let’s get you onto the couch,” she instructed me, steering my listing body towards the old thing. In a moment she had me settled there, and was crouched in front of me, untying my shoes.

“Th-thanks…I’ll be okay,” I finally spoke, attempting - even as I stared openly down her neckline - to muster some dignity in the face of it all, being feather-bedded by this young woman who I’d apparently hired but just met today, “You can take off, catch up with the girls…”

“Awww, it’s no problem,” she cooed, smiling with big teeth, compassionate and bright white up at me, “I thought I’d stay a while, make sure you’re okay.” She pulled one shoe from my foot, gently put it aside. “Missy would want that.” Then she removed the other, laid it by its twin. She looked back up at me, and I could feel my cock starting to grow down my left thigh already. I was not myself, spaced out by the treatment, and had no control over the thing in the face of this indecorous intimacy. I prayed to god she didn’t notice.

“y-you’re good friends with Melissa, right?” I asked, nearly groaning as I watched her big, milk chocolate breasts wobble with jiggles as she began to pull the sock from my left foot.

“Oh, yes, for sure, I love Missy,” Shanette explained, folding my thin black sock, placing it neatly in my left shoe, “all the way from high school. We were roommates after, we worked together at the restaurant and the dealership…” I had vaguely remembered this, from her application, but as the jiggles continued as she peeled off my right sock, my gaze stayed fixed and I stayed quiet.“I’m friends with all these girls, but Missy and I go way back. I’m so excited to be able to see her every day again.”

She put away my right sock. Shanette’s long, dark hair was falling fetchingly, now, over her chest. I sat there and stared, admiring its full thick waves, its soft luster over the backdrop of her inviting cleavage. It reminded me, in fact, of Melissa’s hair. Darker, maybe, but similar in its voluptuous body. Then, with a sudden  flourish, she tossed it over her shoulder, and looked up at me with a friendly, knowing grin. “You doing okay, Dr. J?”

The gust of her mane startled me, and its breeze filled my nose. Shanette’s hair even, maybe, sort of smelled like Melissa’s… the same shampoo..?

“Y-yes, I’m good,” I replied, now temporarily stunned by the dark, glittering eyes of the girl. I was getting more and more concerned that I was falling under some sort of spell. “R-really…I’ll be fine, if you need to leave…”

“Oh, shush, it’s okay if I’m late,” she assured me, putting a hand on my knee and using it to help raise herself up. For a moment she stood there, leaned over in front of where I sat slumped, openly letting me gape down her top. In my state the magnetic pull of her darkly soft cleavage was too strong for me, and I had no chance of looking away, but rather just appreciated the perfect smoothness of her taut, young skin. “I promised I’d take care of you,” she continued, keeping her chest in the direct line of my vision as I tracked it, as she sat down aside me on the couch. “We can think of this as training, helping me learn how to take care of our poor old patients.” she said with a warm smile, as she inched her incredible bosom nearer to my face, “You want me to be a good nurse, don’t you?”

“y-y-yuh…” I agreed, absolutely gobsmacked by the figure of this girl, now so insistently intimate. I’d like to say that my mind roiled with conflict, that thoughts of Melissa, my wife, my job, my life were battling my baser instincts in my head. But I’d be lying. I was just hypnotized by Shanette’s huge tits.

And goddamnit she knew it. “So I’m not going anywhere just yet, not until I know you’re comfortable,” she said, hands demurely on her lap, slowly moving her torso to and fro in front of my eyes, gently swiveling at the waist...

She watched me as I watched her, her smile twisting just a bit. “Besides, the girls tell me you’re somebody that likes really big breasts,” she said, her voice dropping softly, “So, I was hoping we could get to know one another a little better…” She inched even closer still, filling my vision with her swollen voluptuousness, “Or, rather, I can get to know you,” she continued, “and you can get to know them…”

At that, she slowly squeezed her arms together, causing her gigantic tits to swell up even more, bubble up in her top, flesh threatening to overflow the neckline of her outmatched white tank. Her dark skin shone with a subtle sheen, maybe one of coconut oil, which only emphasized how huge she was, though unnaturally firm and not wearing a bra.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said, as she looked down at me, keeping her cleavage inflated, keeping me speechless, “they’re not implants. It’s all me.”

My jaw was hanging open, and in my daze I just continued to stare, “n-n-natural…?” I managed.

That made Shanette giggle, and think. “Well, I’m the biggest in my family,” she said, now slowly pulling her shoulders back in a dramatic display of her size, “I’m bigger than my mom, way bigger than my sisters…” She giggled again as her tits threatened to burst her top after she drew a deep breath, goggling my eyes wider.  “…I’m bigger than all of them put together.”

Holy fucking god. What was this girl doing?? I tried to gather myself, but I was helplessly seized, paralyzed by the sight of her, the smell of her, the warmth of her.

She moved closer. She smelled like coconut. Coconut, maybe vanilla, and something else.

“So…natural?” she asked, her left hand finding its way to my shoulder, “I don’t know…”

“m-maybe f-from your father’s side?” I offered, trying my best to make this a conversation, appear engaged and not just look like a leering fool.

”Ha, no,” she replied, moving her hand behind my neck now, gently massaging my nape, “No boobs on that side either.” She paused, thought for a moment. “I always said I had Missy to thank.”

Alarm bells. Alarm bells should have been ringing. But no, all warnings of something I should be afraid of were hushed by the bulging bosom of this girl’s body. My cock was fully hard now, straining uncomfortably in my slacks, and had drained the blood apparently meant for my brain. It was huge, stretched down my thigh, and there’s no way she didn’t see it. Again, though, I tried as I could to keep talking. “wh-what do you mean..?”

“Well, I was always tall but not built like this in high school,” she began, fighting back a smile of pride as she was so effortlessly keeping my attention, “My boobs really came in when we moved in together, me and Missy, when we worked together at the restaurant after graduation…”

“a-at Hooters?” I said, dumbly.

“Yes, at Hooters,” she giggled, amused by my obvious knowledge of her work history, “I grew mostly when I lived with her, worked with her. We call it ‘The Melissssy Effect’.”

“t-t-the…the what?” I asked, momentarily able to look up at her, into her eyes.

She giggled again, and used her left hand - now cupping the back of my head - to redirect my gaze back at her chest. “The Melissssy Effect,” she repeated, “It’s silly, it’s crazy, but we all think we get hotter the more time we spend with her. Like, living with her? That’s when my hair got longer, smoother. My ass grew…” Shanette caressed the back of my scalp with her manicured fingers. “…my skin even got lighter.”

I swallowed, dryly, not able to comprehend or process, really, what this girl was implying.

“So I’m excited to be working with her again.” she continued, allowing me to continue to just stare at her tits, “just two days here and already I’m feeling tender.”

I breathed her in, breathed in her warmth, and gaped at the bulging flesh of her huge, firm bosom, at her smooth skin. My breast obsession, I knew, had grown to dangerous levels. But even then I don’t think I realized just how crippling it had become.

“Just imagine if I really start growing again,” Shanette mused, smiling, “If I start growing out of all my tops? Oh, wow. My little boys will love it…”

My brow furrowed, and I looked up again at her. What..??

She smiled, amused by my confused consternation, and booped me on the nose with one finger of her free right hand. “Oh, I have lots of little guys on Insta that love calling me ‘mommy’,” she said, allowing me to keep eye contact for the moment, “It’s some sort of fantasy of theirs…”

“I have to admit I indulge it a bit haha,” she laughed, watching as my eyes drifted, on their own accord, slowly back down to her chest, “I play up this whole ‘big mommy milkers’ thing, tease ‘em like children, talk to them like babies.” Her fingers continued to massage my head, playing idly with my hair. Her other hand had drifted down, onto my left knee. “But it’s amazing, how it’s changing,” she continued, “how many guys want mommy these days…”

At that, I gasped. Less from her words, less from feeling like she was unearthing some hidden truth, and more from the fact that her hand had just found my cock, gently grabbing it through my pants leg.

My eyes fluttered, I groaned, but I didn’t pull away.

She smiled.

“Yeah, it’s crazy, what’s happening,” she purred, gently squeezing my engorged shaft through the thin fabric of my work pants, “guys are all getting so…infantile. Talking about boobs, talking about milk, talking about girls getting bigger and thicker. It’s like they’re admitting what they’ve always been looking for…”

She squeezed me again, and again, now rubbing me slowly through my pants. I was quivering, quaking, my gut tight, each move she made bringing stars to my eyes.

“…how about you?” Shanette asked, watching my eyes as they struggled to stay open, struggled to keep focused on the deep flesh canyon of her tightly packed tits. I knew if I closed my eyes I would explode, right in my pants. “Is that what you’ve been looking for, too? A mommy..?”

“Oh my god…”  I groaned, plain as day, as my hips bucked into her hand.

She laughed - ”‘whoops, haha!” - and pulled her hand from my manhood. She sat back, her hand leaving the back of my head leaving me laid back, slumped and watching her as she now took to undoing my belt.

“Let’s get you out of these things,” she said, helping me raise my hips as - already having me unzipped - she pulled my pants down, began to get down to her knees, “let mama see what’s…”

Her voice trailed off as, startled, her eyes went wide. She was gaping, open-mouthed herself now, at the monstrous thing that had grown from my boxers, down my left thigh, more than halfway to my knee. It was huge and thick and swollen, purple veins already standing out from the taut skin that stretched over my turgid shaft. The head had already leaked a drop of pre-cum.

“Oh god!” Shanette laughed, finally, hand flying up to her mouth, “It is true! Omigod Dr. J you’re a horse!!”

Mortified, but oh so turned on, I watched as she took to grabbing, now, my boxers. “These must hurt,” she cooed, as my dick strained against their thin cotton and indeed yes threaten to tear them asunder. In a flash, though, she had them down, joining my pants around my ankles. She had scooted between my knees, on her own knees herself.

She grabbed my shaft, feminine hand barely able to encircle it. “Oh my God I’ll never fit this thing in my mouth!” she marveled, “I’ll bet even Randi struggled with you!”

For a brief moment my thoughts went back, remembering that night, Randi in my apartment after shooing away Lakshmi and Josie. I remembered her right where Shanette was now, opening that ungodly huge mouth for me so wide…

“I can’t do what she can,” Shanette said, settling herself up, sitting up straight, skin of her soft hand still around my shaft, “There’s only one place that will fit. Here-“

With that, she lifted the lower hem of her top away from her smooth belly, and - pulling me in and leaning towards me - slid my enormous cock up, under her top, up her sternum, in between her breasts.

“There you go…” she purred, releasing me into the soft, enveloping embrace of her tits. My eyes fluttered, then goggled as I watched my head, just proud of her huge upper swells, disappear again between her. I was big, but she dwarfed me. I was surrounded by softness, warmth, the flesh of her breasts.

“Omigod, no,” I groaned, aghast at myself but unable, utterly, to do anything but watch as, slowly, my head appeared again, and then vanished as she pressed herself around me and slowly started to rock up and down my length.

“Shhhh…” she whispered, “relax….”

Ungh. Ungh ungh ungh. This was a titfuck, my god, of epic proportions, inside her top. Her tits were so huge, so soft, skin subtly slick with coconut oil, and this all felt so good.

“You like that?” she asked, her voice now a satisfied purr, proudly watching my face as I was quickly dissolving in ecstasy, “You like being in there? Is it nice and warm in there with mama?”

Oh christ, oh god, oh no..in there with mama…

Suddenly, ungh, ungh…suddenly it was too much. I felt it grip me and nearly crack my hips. My loins clenched and burst, and I saw it erupt, globs of my seed shooting up towards her throat. My come came, came bubbling up from between her tits, then coating me and her cleavage with its wet glaze as still she slid me up and down, in and out, under the prison of her white tank top.

“That’s right, that’s right sugar,” she cooed, sweetly encouraging me to empty my load, “get it all out…”

I grunted, and moaned, pushing my frail hips up into her lushness and letting her ride me out, letting her drain me.

“Come for mama…come…get it all out…” she purred, as she watched me start to slow, start to fade, my face slack already. My eyes were becoming heavy and, even as I still throbbed between her tits, I began to fade.

“Good boy, good baby…” I heard her cluck, still holding my waning cock between her glorious breasts. She intended, I now saw, to let me fall asleep like this. She held me, hugged me with her bigger body, didn’t let me go. “Mama’s got you…”

The last thing I saw was her smile, watching her lips as my world went black…

“I’ve got you…”

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Thanks to Joshua67 for his help with the gifs and my whole team of ninja assassins for their guidance on this one.

[eureka-its-zico]

Damage

Request: You meet JB in a bar and have a one-night stand

A/N: My friend has asked me for JB fics none stop. I haven’t been able to finish one, because I get stuck in my head and think everything is trash. I think this one is okay, at best. I’ve edited as much as my eyes can stand. Either way, she seemed to enjoy it. I hope you all enjoy it in some way too. Much Love, Jenn

p.s. It’s named Damage because I literally had the song of the same name from H.E.R playing on repeat the entire time.

Jaebum X Reader

Genre: SmUt

Words:5534

Warnings: semi-public sex, rough play, some ass-slaping - you get the picture -

There was a time that the idea of sleeping with a complete stranger from a bar would’ve never crossed your mind. It wasn’t that you were a prude. A part of you secretly wanted to know what it felt like to be so overwhelmed by another that they made you less cautious and more adventurous. No one ever seemed able to stir that emotion in you, however. 

Until you’d met JB. 

Now, as his fingers traced across your skin, his lips kissed at the hollow of your neck, you couldn’t imagine an alternate universe where you didn’t say yes. Where you weren’t pressed into the backseat of a stuffy cab not caring that you had an audience while JB’s hand made its way between your thighs. His mouth hungrily lapping up your moan as his fingers slid under the edge of your panties. 

A part of you should’ve felt embarrassed. You were passengers in this cab. The obvious audience of the older man up front would’ve normally made you shove his hand away with your cheeks pink; pretending to care if they watched. 

But JB was a force you weren’t used to. One that threatened to consume you and god, did you want to be consumed. 

EARLIER

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“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be sad forever about that asshole.” 

Your fingers skimmed the paper of your beer smearing an image of a heart in the condensation. Your teeth drawing in your bottom lip as you thought about what your friend was saying. Of course, she was right. It was two weeks, give or take, since you broke up with Mark. You’d had your days of wallowing, eating copious amounts of ice cream, and crying on the couch watching rom-coms and asking why can’t your life be like this? 

There wasn’t any doubt your ex wasn’t off doing the same. Hell, he’d made sure to take pictures of his latest escapades and made sure to share it to his social media. Not that you were looking at any of it or anything. 

“You’re right,” you huffed out in defeat. 

Why was it so hard to let him go? It wasn’t like he’d had such a hard time deciding to end your relationship. 

“I’m sorry. What was that? Can you say it a little louder for me please I’m hard of hearing.”

You shot her a look of disbelief that sent her head falling back with laughter. 

“This one time you might be a little bit right.”

You took a swig of your drink to hide your own smile. 

“Plus, how can you be sad over that loser when the hottest dude is five feet away.”

You followed her eyes to see what had her making such a bold claim. There were plenty of good looking men and women in the bar. How could one person possibly hold the title when your opinion could be different? 

It wasn’t. 

You found him easily. No longer needing the guide of your friend to find who it was that’d caught her attention. And sweet Jesus he was hands down the best looking in the room. 

He was leaning up against the wall. His eyes half crescent moons as he smiled. One hand holding a beer that was close to his lips as he replied back to whatever his friend said. You shamelessly watched how his lips wrapped around the bottle to take a drink. The sharpness of his jaw and the expanse of his neck. 

You wanted to know what he looked like with his mouth on you and tasting the sweetness between your thighs. 

The desire for it caused your legs to squeeze together to give yourself any sort of friction. Your mind still going over the fantasy you were creating with him in the starring role. Suddenly, he was looking back at you. A harsh blush rose to your cheeks at being caught but refused to look away. 

God! What am I doing?! 

You’ve never been the one to make the first move. Of any kind. Eye contact felt like a first move of showing interest, but you were more than interested and a part of you wondered if he could see it. See that even this far between your spaces in the bar how badly you wanted to know how he tasted. 

A gasp brought your attention back to the position of your friend. Her mouth agape in shock but that threatened to spill into a smile at any moment. 

“Hollleeeeey shit! Did you just give that guy ‘fuck me eyes’ from across the bar?”

You scoffed at the idea before shooting a cautionary look back in his direction. Using your elbows that were on the top of the bar you swiveled yourself to face the many rows of liquor. Fighting the urge to look back at him again or acknowledge your friend bouncing in her seat. 

“Yes you fuckin did!”

Your reply was a quick swig of your drink as you tried your best not to grimace at the taste. You’d been babysitting it too long and now it was lukewarm. 

“I've had my heart broken. I’m not dead,” you replied. 

“Let’s go over and talk to them!”

Your head whipped in her direction so fast you swore you’d ended up with whiplash. Yes, you were looking. And yes, this man did provoke unholy fantasies, but that didn’t mean you were ready to be that close. 

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. I think this will be good for you.”

She ignored your burst of panic and waved down the bartender who acknowledged her sooner than you would’ve liked. 

“What can I get you ladies.”

“Two shots of tequila, please.”

“What are you doing?” 

She wiggled her brows at you and rubbed her shoulder up against yours. Her weak attempt to pump you up with excitement for whatever diabolical thing she’d planned. 

“Just a little liquid courage before we head on over.”

“Heading towards the door, you mean.”

Your words came out as a grumble. A pout setting in as the bartender set down the small glasses in front of the two of you. Which she quickly slid hers to click beside yours. 

“You, my lovely friend, are going to have both.”

“Are you trying to give me alcohol poisoning?”

“Nope. Just trying to help you get some guiltless sex with a stranger.”

“Wow. You’re so amazing,” you deadpanned. Your hand snacking out to grab one of the shot glasses downing the first one. You were sure the reaction you were having looked like a cartoon character. God, this stuff was disgusting. “I’m pretty sure that stuff causes forest fires.” 

The bartender offered you a lemon, amusement flashing in his eyes. You were hoping he could see the thank you in yours with your mouth shoved full of lemon. 

You left it sitting in your mouth; teeth clenched tight against the softness and the peel exposed between your lips. You wondered if this was picture worthy and received your answer moments later when your friends’ camera flashed in your face. Your vision erupting in sparks of dark spots that left you unable to see. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

With the peel still held between your lips you made a face at her. Her mouth opened to reply, and suddenly it closed. Her eyes wide and darting from you to whoever was now perched beside you. 

You remembered you still had a shot left and decided it was time to meet your fate. Your legs moved to turn you to sit straight on the stool when you realized someone was beside you at the bar. In perfect horror movie fashion, you glanced at your right and saw the man who’d caused your need for liquid courage. 

He was just there. His body casually leaning against the bar with an air of coolness that didn’t seem forced. He was talking with the bartender. The two of them locked in a conversation like they were old friends and catching up. Maybe they were. 

Up close he was even more striking. His hair was perfectly slicked back to make it appear short, but it was anything but. The gel he’d used was beginning to wear off and displayed hair that was beginning to fall into his eyes. 

You wanted to run your hands through it. To grip it as you rode his tongue. 

It felt like he must have had a sensation of what you were thinking. He ended his conversation and turned to look at you. A spark of laughter lit up the dark brown of his eyes and you swore you were swooning in your chair. 

“I see you must really like lemons.”

Your brow furrowed as you wondered what the hell he could be talking about. He must have caught on to your confusion and patted a single digit against the lemon peel still peaking like a smile between your lips. Your eyes shot wide with horror as you not too gracefully spit it out onto the napkin. 

“Oh...my...god,” you whispered at the wood of the bar. Praying that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. 

“Hi!” Your friend shot an arm over you with her hand extended for him to shake. “My name’s Vanessa. This is my lovely friend, Y/N. The lemon sucker.” 

Your head jerked in her direction and you hoped she could see how much you wish you could hit her. 

The man beside you, however, looked nothing but amused and took Vanessa’s hand. You couldn’t keep your eyes from looking at his fingers; the way it practically covered all of hers. 

“Nice to meet you both.”

He released her hand and shocked you by leaving his hand open and waiting for you to take. You glanced up at him and then back down to his hand. You took it without waiting too long, because you didn’t want him to think you were rude, or worse, weirder than he probably already did. The minute your hands folded around the other you swore it was electric. 

“My name’s Jaebum. Everyone calls me JB, for short.” 

Jaebum. JB. You would call him whatever he wanted. His voice was soft as he spoke and forced you to move closer to hear him. You wondered if that’d been his plan. It was the only thing you could think of as his thumb caressed over the knuckles of your hand before he took it away. 

You dropped your hand down to the side of your skirt and fought not to rub it against the fabric. The attraction you felt for JB was something that’d come unexpected and you found yourself inexperienced. It felt overwhelming this need to touch him. To be touched in return. To know how he sounded with your lips wrapped around his cock and those same hands on the back of your head. Bending you over and smacking your ass until it was cherry red. 

You were still staring at each other as these devilish thoughts played out in your head. His eyes roamed your face and you wondered what he saw there. If JB could see the dirty scenarios he held the starring role in. His gaze slid over you from the tips of your toes, over the exposed legs from your skirt, your chest, and back up to your face. 

There was no denying he’d thought of his own scenario with you in mind. His pupils fully blown with lust when he brought his eyes back up to you. Your pulse thudded wildly as you struggled to remember how to properly breathe. 

“Did you girls want to come back over to our table?” The question was meant for both Vanessa and you, but when he asked his gaze never left you. He only looked away to point to his indicated spot. “It’s just me and a couple of my friends. I promise, we aren’t weird or anything.”

A bright smile spread across his lips and if you weren’t swooning earlier, you were definitely doing it now. You were nodding your head yes, unsure if you could trust yourself to talk. Vanessa, unfortunately, didn’t seem to have that issue. 

“That would be amazing and so good for her. Her boyfriend just broke up with her. She’s very vulnerable.”

Oh. My. God. Was she winking like an idiot? 

You looked back at her and couldn’t keep the horror off of her face. Luckily, JB laughed it off. He reached out to grab the drinks he’d ordered and motioned with his head for you girls to follow. You waited for Vanessa to start forward before you fell into step beside her. Your arm shooting out to wrap itself around hers just so you could use it to pull her in tight. 

“What in the hell was that!?”

“I’m trying to help you here. Most men love the idea of a girl on the rebound.”

“Because they think they’re easy, Nessa.”

“Precisely.” 

She flicked her finger up like she’d just made a great discovery. The only thing she was about to discover was that you were, in fact, desperate but for a whole other reason. 

No part of you could remember your ex looking at JB. And while the idea of any sort of relationship with him, physical or otherwise, made you excited there was still that small voice in your head. The not so fun responsible part of you reminded you that you didn’t know him. He could be a weird pervert or a serial killer. Ninety-nine percent of serial killers were usually attractive. 

You let out a sigh not sure how to tell her nicely to butt out. 

“Just, help me less. Ok?”

She regarded you for a moment. Her arm peeling itself out of yours before bringing you in quickly for a one-armed hug. 

“Alright. Girl Scouts honor I won’t say anything else.”

“Thank you!”

And you meant it. Lord knew she only meant well, but in the end it came off embarrassing. Like the two of you were sixteen and in high school again. With you passing notes to all the boys you liked because you were too damn nervous to say anything to their face. You thought it was romantic. In reality, it just seemed well, kinda awkward. 

The two of you stood beside the pool table and you did your best not to fidget with your bag. The weight of six new sets of eyes made you feel like an animal in a zoo. 

“Guys, this is Vanessa and Y/N. I invited them over to hang out with us. If that’s cool.”

The friends all seemed to go from caution to excitement at seeing you in two point five seconds. All of them agreeing it was cool, and waving you all over to find a chair to sit in. 

You were following Vanessa to seats in between two  of his friends, when a soft hand on your arm stopped you. You knew without looking it was JB. Your body reacting instantly to his touch as if it’d been set on fire. 

“You can sit next to me. If you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Your voice was breathy. Like you were telling him a secret the two of you only needed to hear. The chair in question that sat beside his own, was inches from him. So close that when you sat down your knees were next one another. 

He regarded you briefly before he turned his attention back to his group. His arm snaking around your chair to rest on its back. You were aware that it was a show of dominance. Of signaling to his friends and anyone else who cared to look that you were his. The thought of it sent a thrill through your body of being claimed. Only wishing he would claim you another way too. 

JB’s group of friends were fun and easy to get a long with. One of them in particular, Hyun-Bae, was incredibly funny. He told stories that were entertaining and knew when to use his humor to make everyone laugh. It was enough to make you almost forget the man beside you. Almost. 

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between everyone talking, JB’s hand that’d rested comfortably on the back of your chair had moved. His fingers brushed along your skin from your shoulder to collarbone. Each stroke deliberate; sexual and not. Like he could read that you found it comforting but also craved his touch. 

You ached with the urge to kiss him. To taste the liquor on his tongue. All those times you turned to imagine yourself leaning in and doing just that, you’d met his gaze. The two of you shared  a look of knowing and wondered if he’d just been waiting for you to close the last inches of space between you. You were looking at each other now; eyes hungrily glancing at the others lips. 

You wanted to be brave. To just close that space and tell him just to take you home. Screw this dance of cat and mouse. You didn’t want to be chased. You wanted to be owned. 

Instead, a soft, “Excuse me,” came from you as you rose up from your chair. You couldn’t get your  feet to walk fast enough to the bathroom. You were moving so fast you practically took someone out on the way inside. Getting inside the bathroom, you quickly shut the door and turned the lock. 

You were instantly greeted by your reflection in the dirty, marker-ridden, mirror. What you could see of yourself was defeated. A huff of frustration left you as you removed your bag from your shoulder and placed it on the hook on the back of the door. Your feet scuffing the ground as you took a somber approach to the sink. 

You told Vanessa you could do this. You didn’t need help to tell a hot guy you wanted him to fuck you until your legs were far past jello and more like liquid. And every time you were given the opportunity to do something at all, you backed out. 

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned in. Examining your makeup and how very un-messy it was. 

“Note to self: just fuckin do it.”

Yup. The greatest of pep talks. 

You weren’t ready to leave the sanctity of the bathroom but a knock sounded on the door. Reminding you very quickly that there were actual people who probably needed to use it. You moved to pick up your bag when another knock came. 

“Yea, yea I’m coming. Chill.”

When you opened the door, however, JB was just there. His body pushing into the bathroom causing you to step back to give him room. He closed the door without looking back. His body fully facing you as the door clicked closed behind him. 

“JB? Sorry I was just using the restroom-”

“Is that what that was? I mostly heard talking; no flushing.”

His lips spread in an amused smile no doubt at your expense. Your eyes were probably as white as the moon. How long had he been waiting out here?

“Sorry. I just got a little impatient waiting for you.”

In one fluid motion, his arm snaked around your back, and brought you to his chest. JB was prepared for you and his other hand was already holding your face giving him the perfect leverage to crash his mouth down on yours. The moment your lips met that electricity you’d felt earlier flared back to life. This time, it flared across your skin and sparked in every spot he touched. 

The kiss started out a brush of lips and soon became more. His tongue danced at the edge of your bottom lip and you gladly opened up to him. Your hands plunging to make a mess of his perfectly gelled hair at the same time his tongue slipped inside your mouth. 

You were eager to respond. Eager to caress his tongue with yours. His mouth tasted of the bittersweet liquor he’d sipped on for the last hour. Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to taste yourself on his lips made your body ache to be touched in other places. For your fantasies of his mouth on you to begin here. You didn’t care where. 

JB seemed to understand what you needed. He broke from the kiss fast and turned you around. His body pressed against your back and his hands at the edge of your skirt. You watched in the mirror as he moved your skirt up to your hips exposing your thong to the room. 

He watched you, his lips hovering over your ear before giving it a playful nip, and those same hands were now laced in the strings. JB moved back just enough to squat down so his hands could move them down your legs until he reached your ankles. 

“Step out.”

You followed his command without question. Your head tilting back to watch the little bit of cloth he held in his hand get scrunched up even smaller and placed inside the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes looked up to meet yours, and your body froze with anticipation. Whatever he would ask you to do, you knew you would comply. 

“Spread your legs.”

The demand in his voice was feverish. His own need on display as his hand caressed up your calf until it was between your thighs. A finger teasingly moved across your opening, causing a soft gasp to exit from your lips. You did as you were instructed and waited until you heard an approving, “Hm,” from his lips. 

The room swelled as the anticipation grew. The reflection you’d seen moments ago was washed away and the woman who’d taken her place was eager and ready to offer up her own demands. 

JB moved to stand on his feet with his hands traveling along the curve of your legs and up onto your hips. There his fingers dug into the soft flesh as he leaned into your back, his eyes on yours in the mirror, as he spoke into your ear, “Place your hands on the sink.”

“Spank me first.”

A shiver of shock ran through you. You couldn’t believe you’d said it, but after your request had left you, you’d refused to take it back. Your body craved to be reprimanded by his hands and the smirk on his lips told you plainly he was more than happy to oblige. 

“Beg for it.”

“Please spank me. Please, JB.”

His hand curled up to wrap around your throat as his index finger danced at the edge of your lips. 

“How bad do you want it?”

“I want I-“

The smack reverberated like thunder in the small room. The sting was instant and beautiful. The heat between your legs was aching and your ass jetted against his jeans for any kind of friction. JB stepped back, denying you any form of relief, and landed another smack on your exposed cheek. 

This one made your knees wobble as the pleasure rolled through you. Your hands on the sink was the only thing that saved you from showing him what he’d done. 

“You love that don’t you?”

JB already knew you did, but he wanted to hear you. He needed to hear you say how much you loved feeling his hand leaving its mark, red and angry, on your skin. 

“Yes,” you gasped. “It feels so good.” 

He landed another smack and you couldn’t keep yourself quiet anymore. Your moan loud and aching like your pussy. Luckily, his hand was still on your throat and silenced you by placing his fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them immediately and this time you could feel JB rut against your ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans gave away just how turned on he was at your bathroom escapades. 

He pulled his fingers free from your mouth and, with the same fingers, slick and wet, placed it between your legs. The two digits moving to slide between your folds. First, scissoring around your clit; caressing the delicate bud until you gave him the moan he worked for. 

When the soft sound left you JB slid them deep inside you causing the noise to become louder. A shudder ran through your body as you backed up into him. 

His fingers removed themselves suddenly, and you couldn’t keep the disappointment from escaping you. A whine you were sure sounded like you were close to tears. JB gave your ass another smack and all it did was drive the need inside you closer to madness. 

His hands planted themselves onto your ass and you felt him kneel down. Those two strategically placed hands lifting up the flesh there leaving your pussy exposed and aching in his view. Your hands were gripping the porcelain of the sink so tight you’d thought it’d crack. Your body trembling in anticipation of what he might do and the need to cover yourself up playing tug-of-war in your head. 

The idea of any sort of hiding vanished when his mouth planted itself between your legs. His tongue snaking out to flick across your clit made you back up to greet his mouth. JB quickly took that moment to slide his tongue from clit to ass. The sensation was so foreign and new to you, you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed, but the pleasure you got quickly washed the thought away. 

JB gave you no time to pull yourself together. His face was back between your legs with an eager tongue to lick up every last drop. His tongue swirled around your clit and sent light flicks when you were least expecting it. Each time your legs threatened to crumble, but JB held you there with steady hands.

His tongue explored you thoroughly and put to his memory what made your knees weak. What caused a soft mulling sound of need to claw up from your throat. And what caused your grip on the sink to become almost violent. 

Between each languid lick his tongue would find itself taking long strides all the way up and back down to your peak. Your body had now grown accustomed to the new sensation, and you welcomed it greedily as you pushed back against his face. 

When JB knew you were so close to your sweet release he focused his tongue more on your swollen bud. Each new caress of his tongue gradually made it harder for your arms to hold you up. For your legs to keep from shaking uncontrollably. 

Your orgasm continued to grow; blossoming between your folds with an ache that your body felt. You were so, so close and with a final thrust of his tongue you felt your world spin and that sweet heat between your legs finally sent shockwaves all over your body. 

You came moaning so loud anyone else would’ve thought you were screaming. Your head thrown back and riding the sensation of his greedy mouth taking everything you had to offer. 

When his lips finally released from you, your body was still coming down from your orgasm. The loud panting that came from you as you leaned against the sink completely spent. You watched in the mirror as he pulled a golden foil packet from his pocket. His eyes sinfully watching you as he ripped it carefully with his teeth. JB’s finger moved quickly to take out the slick rubber from the packet and begin to work it down his shaft. 

You’d been so consumed with recovering from his tongue that you hadn’t realized when he’d taken his cock out of his jeans that were now shameless at his ankles. He put a few fingers inside your wetness that caused you to gasp. Your body was still recovering from what had just taken place. 

He used your cum to lubricate himself and placed himself at your entrance. Already the tip of him stretching you out with the delicious sting that told you he was thick. You couldn’t wait. 

You moved to push back into him to help him inside and he pulled away. His hand smacking down on your ass making you even more eager. 

“Patience is a virtue.”

He tried to be funny, but his voice was deep and throaty with his own lust. You were close to pleading with him again like before, but he let it be known quickly he had no intentions to wait. 

JB slid inside you and you felt your pussy stretch to accommodate him. The feel of him making your breath catch. His girth much thicker than you’d imagined, and your body shook from the pleasure of feeling yourself stretch around him. 

His thrusts started off slow until he knew you’d had enough time. His hands found an anchor on your hips and used them to pull you in to meet his hips. A string of curse words fell from your mouth as your hips rocked back into him. 

Each movement felt like he was going deeper. JB’s hands on the cheeks of your ass kept you spread open to him and left no friction to catch his thrusts. Every single one was felt as he buried himself inside you in a rhythmic timing that left you moaning. 

You caught your reflection in the mirror, and glanced over to watch him as he worked. The way his hips bucked up only to be brought down. His hands stationed on your hips and bruising the flesh there as his grip got tighter. JB looked up and caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. His eyes locked with yours as he continued that unrelenting pace. 

He removed a hand from your ass and used it to wrap back around your neck. When he knew he had a good grip, he used it to pull you close to his chest. The angle of him in this new position somehow made him feel like he was pushing into your gut. 

Your mouth opened to make another sound, a moan or a scream you weren’t sure which, when that hand in your throat tilted your mouth towards him. His own came crashing down on your lips with his tongue that tasted of you slipping inside. You eagerly opened your mouth to him, and your tongue quickly moved to get a taste. 

JB deepened the kiss as his hips began to thrust harder into you. The movement building up your orgasm with each brutal movement until it threatened to spill over. 

“You taste so good with me on your lips.”

Your words fell earnest from your lips. You meant every one of them. You’d never tasted yourself so pretty on anyone else’s lips. JB obliged as he took your lips back. His mouth silenced another moan as his last free hand found its way back to your clit. Your body jumped at the added sensation. Your mouth tore away from his as another moan dripped from your lips. 

You were so close. You could fill yourself ready to cum if only he would let you. JB must have been close too, because his thrusts started becoming more violent and sporadic. Hitting in all the right places.

 At the same time as his fingers made small circles around your clit, a singular hard thrust of his hips sent his cock deep inside you. Your vision erupted in a sea of white. Your orgasm sent your body rutting back against him. 

He rode your orgasm and somehow made it grow in intensity as he continued to move his hips. His own breathing going ragged as you felt him finally release into you. 

When you both were able to breathe again, you’d realized you were laying over the sink. JB’s forehead resting on your back as you both struggled to regain your composure. 

JB was the first to move. The first to begin the arduous process of cleaning up. Like a voyeur, you watched him as he threw away the spent rubber and tuck himself back inside his jeans. A smirk creased your lips when you noticed he now had noticeable wet spots on his tee shirt. 

“You know, I don’t even know anything about you.”

You weren’t sure why you made the comment or why it mattered. You’d just had sex with the man in a damn bar bathroom. But JB didn’t seem to mind. His own smile curling his lips as he salvaged what he could of his hair. 

“What would you like to know?”

“Well,” you began as you started to situate your skirt. “What’s your favorite color?”

It was a silly question. By the look on JB’s face, he knew it was, but he humored you anyways. 

“It used to be blue, but I think red might be a new favorite.” 

“Why is that?”

You were wondering where your panties had gone until you spied a bit of the black cloth hanging from his pocket. JB walked over to you in a few steps and planted a soft kiss down on your lips. One that spoke plainly, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see each other. 

“Because it currently matches the color of your ass.”

JB was out the door and in the bar’s hallway before you’d even got a chance to respond. 

[lovely-ateez]

Vampire Shift~

ꕥPosted: 5/23/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut, Angst, College!au, Horror!au

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Vampire!Jongho (feat Wooyoung and Minho from skz)

ꕥWord Count: ~5.9k (whoops)

ꕥWarnings: Horror themes, Language, Thigh riding, Unprotected sex, Mentions of blood and blood sucking (please lmk if I missed anything)

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho @bobateastay

ꕥA/N: I hope you all don’t a more spooky concept! Halloween is my favorite holiday and even though its May, it’s always spooky season to me lolol. Also! Feel free to listen to Vampire Shift by All Time Low while reading this (it’s only on YouTube I cry) since this is inspired by the song :)

It was a terrible idea, really, to work the night shift at a gas station alone. Even more so when you’re a young woman whose only defense is the pepper spray on her key chain and 911 on speed dial. Alas, college bills don’t pay themselves and every spare opportunity to get cash was one I had to take.

The digital clock sitting on the counter next to me briefly flashed, indicating another hour had gone by. It was currently four a.m. and it was safe to say I was losing my mind. I’d worked for five hours now, and not a customer had come in. That was the only advantage, really. So long as no one was around my boss let me finish any assignments I had, which came in handy on more than one occasion.

I was only six paragraphs into a five page report and had been staring at my laptop screen for over an hour, feeling beyond brain dead. I was assigned the topic of financial statements and country trade deficits, and wanted to cry every minute I thought about it. I was half convinced to pay someone to write the report for me.

The ringing of a bell indicated a customer opening the door and I closed my laptop to peer around the counter, ready to greet whoever entered. The first man to catch my attention was wearing sunglasses which fazed me, but I tried not to stare. The man that followed had black hair with blond underneath, a combination that I strangely liked. Both men were donned in all back, their faces stoic. They were attractive, I had to admit, but neither were my type.

And then, the last man entered. He looked over to me as he walked through the door, giving me a nod and a slight smile. His slicked back black hair matched his black ripped jeans and highlighted his red leather jacket. He was so handsome he looked like he jumped out of a magazine and I had to suppress a ‘wow’. A string of butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I did my best to ignore them, not even knowing his name.

The three of them wandered through the aisles until I could no longer see them, and I scolded myself for being so thrown off that I forgot say any form of a greeting. I sighed and turned my attention back to my laptop, opening it and blankly staring at the screen. My ears perked when I heard the men’s hushed voices.

“Y’oughta get that girl’s number. I saw the way you looked at her.”

“Yeah, Jongho. She’s pretty cute. If you don’t get her number you know I will.”

“Shut up.” One of the men, Jongho apparently, responded with a laugh, “Let’s just get some snacks, okay? It’s gonna be a long night. Also I’m buying tonight so get whatever.”

A smile crept on my face and I looked down, fiddling with my thumbs.

They think I’m cute. Maybe Jongho’s the one in red?

I heard the bell ring once more and a girl entered who I vaguely remembered from high school. She was popular but for good reason, probably being one of the nicest people I’d ever met. Our circle of friends overlapped slightly so I’d spent a fair amount of time with her. She was smart as a whip and gorgeous all the same, which seemed to stay with her. She looked bright, long red hair falling around her face, freckles still prominent as ever.

We met eyes and she smiled, “Hey y/n!”

I smiled and waved, “Hey Annabelle. How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“Good! I got into my dream college and it’s been great, although I’ve had to take some pretty hard classes.” She giggled, walking towards me. It’s honestly not too far from here. You go to Westgate University, right?”

I nodded and I put my laptop aside. She spoke again, genuinely excited for me, “That’s awesome! Congrats!”

“Thanks,” I smiled, “I’m taking it you got into Orholt?”

“I did! I was really-”

One of the men that entered earlier—the one still wearing sunglasses—shouted the redhead’s name and caught her attention, “Hey Anna do you want a Redbull or a Five Hour Energy?”

“Redbull! I’m not a monster.” She laughed.

The man nodded and walked toward us with several drinks and snacks in his hands.

“Oh! I want to introduce you to my boyfriend!” Annabelle turned to the man still wearing sunglasses and reached for his arm, “This is Minho. I met him at Orholt.”

Minho gave me a slight nod as I introduced myself and he placed the food and drinks on the counter. I began to scan the items, the mindless routine that I was used to by now. The loud sound of laughter made me look up, seeing the two other men approach us and place their snacks down as well. I watched them long enough to notice the way two-tone—my new affectionate name for the man with blond and black hair, I decided—shamelessly checked me out, a cocky smile on his face when I caught him. I just let out a small laugh before resuming my task, watching his confused reaction in my peripheral vision.

“Oh my god I totally forgot to introduce you to my friends.” Annabelle giggled and pointed to two-tone, “This is Wooyoung.”

“Hiya, Wooyoung.” I said with a confident smile, enjoying the way he still had a slightly confused look on his face.

“And this,” Annabelle nodded towards the man in red, “This is Jongho. Both him and Wooyoung go to Orholt, too.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jongho. I’m y/n.”

“Very nice to meet you.” The man smiled before he sent me a wink.

I had never been a particularly shy person, but as he did so my eyes darted down as I felt my face flush. I didn’t notice the gears turning in Annabelle’s head as she put the pieces together.

I placed the final items in the bag, raising my head as Annabelle addressed me,  “You know I’m having a bonfire tomorrow night at my place and you should totally come!”

I stopped to think, first trying to remember if I worked the next day, then wondering if I was willing to go the bonfire when I realized I didn’t have to.

She sensed my hesitancy and her face fell, “Aw do you work tomorrow night? It’s a Saturday!”

“Oh no, I don’t. I...” I stopped to think for a minute. Although I likely didn’t know anyone else who would be there, I was familiar with Annabelle’s house, which brought me a bit of comfort, “Are all of you going?”

Annabelle gave a knowing smile, “Yes. All of us will be here.”

I nodded, accepting the credit card Jongho gave me, quickly after handing them the bags, and returning his card, “I’ll go.”

“Yay! We’ve gotta head out but I’ll send you the details. You’ve still got the same number, right?”

“Yeah I do.”

“Alrighty! I’ll see you tomorrow then!”

Annabelle left with a wave, her boyfriend on her arm and Wooyoung behind her. To my surprise, Jongho didn’t leave with them, the cocky look on his face all but telling me why he stayed.

I looked at him with wide eyes, playing innocent. “Can I help you?”

He placed an arm on the counter, his dark eyes seeming to put me under a spell. The confidence he was radiating was almost palpable and I felt myself being pulled to him. It was intimidating, to be honest.

“You’re really cute and I want your number.”

I let out a surprised laugh, “You really don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

“No, not really,” He propped his other arm on the counter, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow, “So what do you say, doll?”

A smile crept on my face as I mirrored his actions and leaned towards him, “You gonna memorize my number? Or do you have a phone I can put my number into?”

Jongho’s smile got brighter as he reached to grab his phone, handing it to me. “You’re a firecracker, aren’t you?”

I shrugged, “I’d like to think so.”

When I handed his phone back, our fingers brushed and I could’ve sworn I felt sparks shoot through me at the simple interaction.

“Well I need to head out before the rest of them get too annoyed,” He nodded towards the exit where Annabelle, Minho, and Wooyoung left, “But it was enchanting to meet you, y/n.” He bowed, drawing a laugh from me.

“Ah yes. You as well, absolutely delightful.”

He gave me a smile, “I’ll text you later.”

"Sounds good. I’ll hold you to your word.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” And with that, he was out the door, leaving my heart a fluttering mess.

-

Me [8:37pm] So is there a dress code for tonight?

Annabelle [8:42pm] Nope! Wear whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m wearing this if it helps at all!

Annabelle [8:43pm] 1 Image Attached*

Me [8:45pm] So leather jackets and crop tops?

Annabelle [8:48pm] Haha sure! We can match!

Me [8:51pm] Lol bet. See you at eleven :)

Annabelle [8:51pm] See you then!

I started the process of slipping on a white cropped top followed by my light washed ripped jeans. I knew I was getting ready far earlier than I could have, but something about new events made me anxious and I had to make sure I looked nice. I giggled at the black leather jacket I was throwing over my shoulders, not having worn it since high school. In the middle of debating whether or not I should add another layer of mascara to my lashes, my phone dinged.

New Number [8:59pm] Y/n this better be you. This is Jongho and I’m texting you for a really important reason and I need you to reply quick

Me [9:00pm] Yeah it’s me. What’s going on are you okay??

New Number [9:02pm] I’m gonna go grab some food before I head to Anna’s. You wanna come with?

Me [9:02pm] Oh my god don’t do that to me, you buffoon. You scared me so bad rip

[New Number name changed to A Cute Buffoon]

Me [9:03pm] But sure I’m down lol. Here’s my address btw

Me [9:03pm] 1 Location Shared*

It occurred to me perhaps a bit too late that I was sharing my address with someone that I’d met only once and in a gas station.

I mean, he’s friends with Annabelle so he’s gotta be good right? God I hope so. I thought to myself.

A Cute Buffoon [9:04] Then it’s a date :) I live pretty close so I’ll be over in 10. That work for you?

Me [9:06pm] Fine with me!

A Cute Buffoon [9:06pm] Sounds good. I’ll see you soon ;)

I set down my phone and thanked myself for already doing my makeup. I checked myself out in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance and proud of how well my makeup turned out. I grabbed my bottle of perfume and spritzed the liquid in the air, letting it gradually fall on me so it wouldn’t be too overpowering.

You look beautiful, babe.

The waiting game was harder than I thought, not knowing what to do except awkwardly sit around and play an assortment of phone games. When exactly ten minutes had passed I heard my doorbell ring and I lifted myself from my couch, grinning at his punctuality.

I opened the door to see Jongho holding a bouquet of flowers, a smug look on his face. “Lovely to meet you here, stranger.”

I wanted to make a joke back but I couldn’t seem to think of anything, too surprised by the flowers in his hands. It wasn’t anything extravagant, the small bouquet of violets, but I felt my heart swell.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

My voice was small when I spoke, “No one’s ever given me flowers before.”

His eyebrows furrowed as a confused look painted his face, “Really?”

I nodded, taking the flowers from his outreached hands and smelling their sweet fragrance, “They’re beautiful.”

My eyes flickered to his, the tender look on his face making me feel as if I was melting on the spot, “You’re beautiful.”

I squealed, my face undoubtedly turning pink while my mind short circuited. I’d never become so shy around someone before and the only thing I could think of to say in response was another ‘thank you’ followed by ‘I’ll go get a vase for these.’

I opened my door further, rummaging through my cabinets for a vase when I noticed Jongho was still standing by the door, “You can come in, you know? That’s why I opened the door.”

He laughed nervously, “Sorry about that. Force of habit, I guess.”

I raised my eyebrows in a teasing manner, “What? Are you a vampire? Can you only come in if someone invites you?”

I thought I saw a flicker of shock on his face for a moment, but it was gone before I could register it and I shrugged it off, my eyes finding the perfect vase for the flowers.

“It’s just how I was raised.”

“I get that.” I placed the flowers in the vase, giving them a bit of water before walking up to Jongho and gently patting his cheek, “Your good manners are appreciated.”

He laughed in surprise, full gummy smile on display as he playfully swatted my hand away from his face, “Alright, alright. Let’s head out already.”

I made a sound of agreement before noticing a slight pink on his ears. I was temped to tease him, but ultimately decided to save it for later. If I could fluster him once I knew I could do it again.

-

The diner we went to was one I’d never heard of before, let alone been to, and I was beyond frustrated that I didn’t even know about it’s existence. It was an adorable fifties style diner and even the attire the waiters were wearing fit the theme.

“This is the cutest place to ever exist, I’m convinced.” I said as we sat down on the same side of a bright red booth.

“I really hoped you would like it. This is my favorite restaurant ever and they have fantastic milkshakes. If you’d like to share one for desert, I’m all for it.” A wink.

I bit my lip and hid my face in the menu that was placed in front of us, thankful for any method of escape.

“You’re so cute.”

“Ahh no don’t say things like that.” I giggled from behind the menu.

His hand grabbed the top of the menu, pulling it down so he could see me, “Why’s that?”

“Because you make me nervous. Like a good nervous!” I tried to explain, which only resulted in becoming even more embarrassed, “I-I mean I’m excited to be around you but I’m also nervous. I hope that doesn’t sound weird.” I cringed at myself. Never in my life did I think I’d be blushing and stuttering over some man, but my god did he prove me wrong.

“Not at all,” he reached over to take my hand in his, “because I feel it, too.”

Before I could properly react our waitress came over, taking our order and effectively saving me from becoming a human tomato.

We handed our menus back to her after ordering and she looked at us with a soft smile, “You two make a cute couple.”

While I was a bit too stunned to say anything, Jongho didn’t seem to have the same problem and went along with it, “Thank you, ma’am. That’s kind of you to say.”

When she left, Jongho leaned closer to me, “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable by saying that we we’re a couple. I thought that-”

“No, I didn’t mind it!” I bit my tongue after likely saying that way too fast with far too much enthusiasm, but I meant it, “I didn’t mind it,” I said again, softer this time.

The tips of his ears once again turned a faint shade of pink, “Good to know.”

The food was as wonderful as it possibly could’ve been, their fries alone being one of the best things I’d ever consumed. Just as Jongho suggested, we shared a milkshake, which led to shy eye contact and laughter and my crush becoming stronger by the minute.

Just as Jongho paid and we were about to leave, a certain song began to play and he looked at me with an air of mischief, holding out his hand to me, “Dance with me.”

I took his hand, trying to hide my smile but failing. He led me away from the table and next to the jukebox. The area surrounding it was more open, probably with the intention for people to dance near it. He grabbed my waist, holding the hand of mine that wasn’t placed on his chest and looking at me in a way that could make any woman fall in love on the spot. We swayed to the music and I couldn’t help but feel full. Like I’d found all that I’d ever need.

Put your head on my shoulder~

“Do you know this song?” He asked with a smile.

I scoffed, “Of course I do! It’s one of my favorites.”

“It’s one of mine, too.”

Hold me in your arms, baby~

I mouthed along to the words as I felt the need to prove it to him. As if to one up me, Jongho began to sing along, his gorgeous voice amazing me.

Squeeze me oh so tight, show me~

That you love me, too~

I blushed as he looked at me while singing along, becoming a bit flustered himself when the lyrics clicked with him.

Put your lips next to mine dear~

Won’t you kiss me once, baby~

As if we were in sync our eyes darted to the other’s lips at the same time. I could feel Jongho’s breathing becoming heavier before he said in a hushed tone, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” Was all I could respond before I pressed my lips to his, fireworks igniting inside me when he kissed me back. His lips were so soft and warm and as crazy as it sounded, he felt like home. I felt him smile against my lips as the music continued to play.

Maybe you and I will fall in love~

-

The fire was loud, crackling and lighting up the faces of all those crowded those around it. It was essentially the only source of light in the dark of the night, except for the distant lights still on in Annabelle’s house. My hands were interlocked with Jongho’s as we sat around it’s warmth, both of us finding it hard to separate from one another.

Conversation was flowing all around us, and I was relieved to find that everyone I had talked to was kind and welcoming. I was more nervous than I realized, but having Jongho next to my side alone calmed me. Someone around the fire mentioned an old story involving Annabelle and I began to wonder where she was, having not seen her since Jongho and I first arrived. I mentioned I was going to look for her and he nodded, at first wanting to join me but then getting pulled into conversation with one of his former classmates. I told him I’d head off on my own and he nodded again.

I looked around what seemed to be the entire property and still there was no sight of her. At that moment I heard yelling coming from her house, startling me. I felt my blood run cold when I recognized one of the voices as Annabelle’s. The yelling didn’t sound like it was out of fear, but instead more aggressive, out of pure anger. Without thinking I ran inside, hoping to calm the situation but instead found what seemed to be out of a work of fiction.

An unfamiliar man was on the ground, obviously trying to get away from a hidden figure before him that seemed to be cloaked in darkness. He let out a sound that I’d never heard a human make, one that I couldn’t even compare to something I’d heard before, and a shiver ran down my back. As the figure took a step forward I recognized it as Annabelle, or what seemed to be some version of her. Her normally grey eyes were now bright red, sharp fangs on display as she snarled at the man. A group of people were surrounding them, alarmed looks on their faces but hardly trying to intervene.

“What the hell?” I whispered, my eyes wide as I tried to back away without anyone noticing. But of course, I just had to step on an empty soda can, all eyes pointing my way. As I looked at the people around me, their expressions seemed to mirror mine and I swallowed, suddenly feeling immensely claustrophobic.

I met eyes with Annabelle and she seemed to change in a flash, her eyes returning to their former color and fangs disappearing. She looked more panicked than I had ever seen her which only scared me more. She was always able to keep her stressors under control, but as she stared back at me, I saw a version of her I never had before.

I was barely able to form a sentence, adrenaline coursing through me at a rampant rate, “Um...” 

Annabelle slowly walked towards me, “Oh—hey! Sorry I disappeared for a while but how’s the party going? Are you having fun?” Panic was still evident in her voice but I knew she was trying to keep a hold of the situation.

“I...I don’t-”

A stern voice came from left, and I nervously turned to meet Jongho, an unreadable expression crossing his face, “Y/n.”

“Yeah?” My voice squeaked as I began to regret agreeing to come along in the first place, still hyper aware of all the eyes on me.

“Come with me.”

His eyes softened at my panicked state and he held out a hand, “Please?”

I was hesitant, but being anywhere away from the crowd and whatever Annabelle turned into seemed to be a good idea. I took his hand and watched as he exchanged a look with Annabelle that seemed to calm her. Turning on his heels he led me back to the bonfire, sitting in a chair and motioning for me to do the same. Seeing no one around us gave me a feeling of both anxiety and comfort, and I wasn’t quite sure which feeling was winning at the moment.

“Well I’m sure you have plenty of questions.” He started, “I won’t lie to you and try to convince you what you saw wasn’t real, because it was, but I need you to know that no one is going to harm you. That guy is Anna’s roommate and they get into an argument at least once a week. Sometimes it can be nasty, but they never get physical and neither would ever hurt anyone unprovoked. No one here would.”

I was silent for a few minutes, trying to process what I saw on top of the time bomb of information he dropped on me. “Is she...is everyone....are you a vampire?” I whispered the last words, almost too stunned and afraid to say out loud.

He smiled slightly, his kind eyes making me feel safe. “Yes. We’re what you’d call vampires.”

I took a breath, almost afraid to hear the answer to my question, “Am I in any danger by being here?”

“No, everyone here is good. They don’t pose any threat. There are plenty of dangerous vampires but we stay away from them. Besides,” He placed an arm around my waist, playfulness in his eyes, “If there were, I’d protect you from them.”

“Oh? And how don’t I know you’re not dangerous?”

He leaned closer to me, clearly enjoying this, “You don’t, I suppose. Doesn’t that make it fun?”

“That’s very much debatable,” I smiled for a moment before a frown took over, “Everyone just seemed really...I don’t know, startled I guess?”

Jongho let out a loud sigh, looking down at the ground for a few seconds before looking back up at me, “Humans aren’t normally invited to these parties. It’s assumed that everyone here is a vampire. The perfume that you’re wearing, whatever the hell it is, is masking your scent. If I didn’t meet you before today I wouldn’t have known you were human. I guess Anna didn’t tell everyone, either.” He placed a hand on my knee and looked at me with kind eyes, “How are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly calm considering that I just learned vampires exist.”

Jongho laughed, “Yeah I’d say you’re taking it pretty well. Like I said earlier though, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of questions, so fire away.”

“Yeah I have a few.” I hesitated, hoping he wouldn’t be offended by my question, “Exactly how old are you?”

“Oh are you gonna age shame me?”

“No but it’s probably an important thing to know...since we kissed and all.”

He laughed again and leaned back in his chair, placing his arms behind his head,  “How old do you think I am?”

I used his question as an excuse for my eyes to wander over his body. He was beyond attractive, very clearly fit and he knew it, which equal parts pissed me off and turned me on. As hard as I tried, I kept finding myself being pulled to his thighs. Even through his jeans I could tell he had strong thighs and I had to press my fingernails into my palm to keep from drooling. “From your appearance? Early twenties. From what age fiction usually tells us vampires are? I’d guess you’re a hundred and three.”

Jongho nodded with a smile, “I’m not quite that old but that’s a fair guess. You had it right the first time. I’m a pure born and we actually age, but we don’t age as quickly as humans. I’m twenty.”

“Pure born?”

“It means both of my parents are vampires.”

I nodded as another question came to mind, a smile on my lips. “Do you sparkle in the daylight?”

“Oh my god,” He covered his face with his hands, a mixture of a groan and a laugh escaping his mouth, “No, we do not sparkle in daylight, “His hands came to rest on his knees, “But it sucks that we really shouldn’t be in direct sunlight for over two hours a day. That’s normally the rule to go by. It’ll burn us if we’re in it for much longer than that.”

“So do werewolves and witches and everything like that exist, too?”

“Yeah pretty much. We don’t all get along, but we have to coexist. It’s something we’ve struggled with for a while, unfortunately. Basically everything you’d believe to be supernatural exists.”

I was silent for a while, not really knowing what else to say.

“Y/n? Are you doing okay? If you’re not comfortable being here I can drive you home right now or if you’d rather be alone I can call an Uber or—”

My heart skipped a beat at his kindness. “No, I’m okay. I guess I’m just surprised I’m learning about this just now.”

“We do a good job of hiding it. Also it was probably a given, but keep this as a secret if you can. Having a lot of people know about our existence can be risky.”

I gave him a silent nod, unintentionally leaning closer to him. The sound of approaching footsteps made me jump into Jongho’s arms. I didn’t know why I found comfort in him, knowing that he could be dangerous as well, but he’d been nothing but sweet to me. I had no reason to fear him.

Annabelle approached us but stopped, taking a few steps back when she saw how I was buried in Jongho’s arms.

“Hey y/n.” She rubbed her arm, looking down as if she’d done something wrong.

“I guess Jongho probably told you everything at this point. I’m really sorry if I scared you and I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.” Even in the dark I could see tears beginning to stream down her cheeks and I felt a pain in my chest.

I got up from Jongho’s hold and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her stiffen, “I trust you, Annabelle.”

Those four words seemed to relax her and she returned my hug, still sniffling, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. We aren’t supposed to tell anyone and I thought you might hate me—”

I pulled back, “Why the hell would I hate you? You’re still you.”

She laughed through tears, gripping me tighter, thanking me over and over for not pushing her away.

We’re gonna be okay. It’s all gonna be okay.

-

Not too long after, Jongho drove me home. The ride was more silent than when we were headed to Annabelle’s house, but the air wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable. Feeling tired, I laid my head on Jongho’s shoulder, faintly hearing ‘sleep well, baby’ before drifting asleep.

When I woke, I was in my bed. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and found a little note placed next to it that read:

I hope you don’t mind that I carried you inside. I tried to wake you for like five minutes but you were out cold. Anyways, I had a really good time with you yesterday and I hope you had fun too :) Text me when you wake so I know you’re okay. -J

I looked at my clock and saw that it was still early, but I texted Jongho anyway.

Me [3:00am] Not sure if you’re still up, but I really enjoyed yesterday, too. I’m exhausted so I’m gonna go back to sleep but I just wanted to say I’m okay and everything is good :))

A Cute Buffoon [3:00am] Sleep well, darling. We can talk in the morning

-

It had been roughly a month since Jongho and I started dating, and while I felt like I knew him pretty well, we had only known each other a little over a month, on top of the fact that he was a vampire which was essentially an entire separate culture. I’d asked him most questions I had early throughout our relationship, but one in particular kept replaying in my mind.

We were currently sitting on the couch in my apartment, cuddling each other. The TV was on but neither of us were really watching it. I was far more interested in the warm body in front of me, and based off of how Jongho was looking at me, the feeling was mutual.

I bit my lip, anxiously mulling over the question I’d wanted to ask him for weeks. I didn’t know how he would take it, let alone how I would bring it up, but I needed to ask at some point. Knowing he could probably sense my nerves, I gave in. “Jongho, can a human turn into a vampire?”

He hummed, turning to face me. “Why do you ask?”

“I just...I didn’t know if it could happen or not.”

Jongho chuckled, “Yeah it’s possible. It’s a long ass process to go through though, and there’s a lot that can go wrong, so it rarely happens.”

I shifted in my seat, trying not to appear overly interested. “Why is that? What can go wrong?

He smiled and raised a brow, his cocky persona resurfacing, “You sound so eager to know, dear. Do you want to become a vampire?” His eyes briefly flickered towards my lips before he tilted his head, dragging his soft lips across my neck. I let out a gasp when I felt the tips of his teeth lightly scraping the skin, “Or maybe you’re just looking for an excuse for me to put my mouth on you?”

Like with anything that exuded him, I felt myself becoming quickly overwhelmed, my mind now hazy and distant. I shut my eyes in an attempt to gain some semblance of control over myself.

“Your thoughts are swirling, doll.” Jongho began leaving gentle kisses along the side of my jaw, “Don’t think too much. Just let me take care of you. Okay?”

“Okay.” I said through a short breath, knowing we’d just have to have the conversation another time.

We’d had sex before, so it wasn’t like this was new territory for us, but every time felt like the first, leaving me just as out of breath each time.

He lifted me and placed me on his thigh, dragging me across his flexed muscles. I felt my eyes roll back at the simple motion, my need growing at an embarrassing rate. I grabbed his shoulders as I began to drag myself against him, whines and whimpers spilling from my lips.

“God you’re hot,” Jongho said through hot breaths, beginning to kiss my neck, no doubt leaving marks.

“Thanks I try.” I managed to say, pleased when Jongho laughed.

“You don’t even have to, and it’s completely unfair.” His hands moved under my shirt and danced along my skin, “It’s like you’re an angel come to life.”

I let out a loud moan, feeling tears well in my eyes from his praise, “You always make me feel so beautiful when I’m with you.”

Jongho responded with a smile, carrying me to my bedroom and laying me down on the bed while hurriedly discarding both of our clothes.

“You’re always so eager, babe.”

He nuzzled my neck as he climbed on top of me, his hands finding my own and holding them, “As if you’re not.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

He then moved in between my thighs, teasing me with his fingers as he ran them along my wet slit, occasionally rubbing my clit, drawing small whines from me.

“Jongho please just fuck me already.”

“Sweetheart, do you even think you’re wet enough for me?” He cooed.

Feeling frustrated, I pushed my fingers inside myself with ease, pulling them out and spreading them so he could see my essence dripping down my fingers, “I don’t know you tell me.” I said with far more sass than I intended.

Jongho’s eyes widened at the sight and wasted no time positioning his cock at my entrance, pushing in and letting out the most beautiful groans.

Neither of us ever bothered to use protection because, to put it simply, vampires couldn’t get humans pregnant. It was only possible when both partners were vampires, and we took full advantage of that.

“Fuck—baby you feel amazing. You’re so warm and tight ohmygod.” Jongho moaned as he began to move, thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace.

I clenched around him, loving when he was vocal. His sounds helped get me off just as much as his actions, at times it seemed.

“You feel...really good...too.” I said through heavy breaths. And as much as I wanted to last longer in bed, with Jongho, I never could.

“I don’t know if it’s because you’re a vampire and you’ve got like magic powers or something or maybe you’re just a sex god—but holy shit...I’m close.”

He threw back his head and had the audacity to laugh, something I really couldn’t stay mad at with how good he was making me feel. “Babe it’s been like six minutes.”

“Don’t be an asshole.” I joked, my laugh turning into a moan. It only spurred Jongho on, making him angle one of my legs up higher, hitting deeper inside of me.

“I know you’re close, baby. I can feel it. Cum for me, baby girl. Let go for me.”

He reached down to tease my sensitive nub, drawing quick circles until I was seeing stars, chanting his name like a prayer.

After Jongho came down from his high, he disappeared into the bathroom as he always did, coming back with a warm towel. As he pressed the towel to my thighs I tried to ask again.

“So...about the human to vampire thing?”

“Well,” Jongho sighed, “I didn’t think I’d be able to distract you forever.” He smiled, “It’s mostly done because couples want to stay together. The thing is though, the vampire obviously gets a taste of the human’s blood and it can be hard to stop once you’ve marked them, especially since smell is such a big allure for us.”

He took a long breath, “Then the human will almost always pass out, and needs to be taken care of for the next couple days because they’ll be so weak. Another problem is that the scent of their blood will be amplified during those days and it’ll be harder for the vampire to not, you know...” He looked away, not able to say the words. I knew what he meant, we both did. In some cases, vampires would kill their human partners for of their blood. Sometimes it was beyond their control. Just a primal need that would betray them. “Then their scent is more easily detected by other vampires and the whole thing is just kinda a mess. I think I’ve only heard of five attempts and only one of them was successful.”

I nodded, not really knowing what to say.

“And then on top of it all, it can be harder for the human to adjust and it can put a lot of pressure on the relationship. Human and vampire relationships are dangerous.”

His face was serious as he ran a hand through my hair. I looked up at him and leaned into his touch.

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, a shy behavior I hadn’t seen from him before, “I guess it’s important for you to decide then.” His eyes met mine again, “Is this still something you want to continue?”

“Our relationship?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course, are you crazy? You mean the world to me.” I swallowed, realizing he hadn’t voiced his own thoughts, “What about you? Do you want this?”

“I think you have a pretty good idea of what I want.” He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, his eyes sparkling.

“Hey Jongho?”

He hummed, looking at me.

“I want to spend forever with you.”

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Heartstring Melodies – Part 3

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (feat. Jeon Jungkook x Reader)

Genre: Soulmate AU, College AU, fuckboy!Yoongi

Summary: Min Yoongi, the fuckboy of the whole college and the guy all girls fall for, should be your soulmate? You don’t believe that, you don’t want to believe that. Therefore, you and your best friend make a pact: She pretends to be you and gets together with Yoongi. Nothing can go wrong with that, right?

Warnings: Tiny little bit of smut and a little bit of angst

Word Count: 3.3K

Author’s note: Hello! This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but I hope you like it anyway! I would be very happy about any kind of feedback and I hope you all are and stay healthy! See you soon! (Also is anyone even reading this? I feel like most people just scroll over this part)

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Chapter three: «Hearts are made to be broken.» – o.w.

“Okay,”… “Uh-huh,”… “I’m glad,”… “Oh, how nice” – out of these short sentences your part of the conversation consisted in the next two hours. You had gone straight home, just like Jin had told you. You hadn’t even managed to take off your shoes when your phone had rung from Liv’s call. Since then you had to listen to her talk about how great Yoongi was.

The first five minutes you had been feeling sick in the pit of your stomach. To be shown it so obviously that Yoongi wasn’t as bad as you thought, affected you more than you wanted to admit. The look with which he had looked at Liv had come back to your memory and it had taken everything of your willpower to banish this image from your thoughts.

Afterwards you had tried to block out Liv’s voice completely. You wanted to be happy that the plan had worked so well – maybe a little too well. But every time you felt the sting in your heart, you tried to remember that it had been your own idea. So you couldn’t complain. Not when Liv sounded so happy…

“I deserve a ‘thank you’ from you, by the way,” Liv pulled you out of your thoughts.

Confused, you frowned and rolled over to your other side on your bed. “How come?”

“Jungkook?”, she asked, as if it was obvious what she was alluding to.

“What about him?”

Liv snorted on the other side of the line. “Didn’t he text you? He said he was going to do it straight away.” 

“Oh, yes, he did,” you quickly clarified. You thought back to the short message he had sent you, which you had ignored so far. You were grateful that he had intervened when Taehyung had pressured you. But you did not know exactly what he wanted from you now. If he expected a thank you or even something in return, he could wait a long time. 

“Well? What did he say? And more importantly, what did you reply?” You could practically see Liv waiting for you to give her all the juicy details. 

“All he said was that you gave him my phone number, but I haven’t replied yet.”

Liv sighed annoyed. “Why not? Y/N, have you seen Jungkook?”

You shrugged your shoulders, even though Liv couldn’t see that. “Yeah, so?”

“So? He’s so handsome!”

“I wonder what Yoongi would say if he knew you fancied his best friend.”

“Since when did Min Yoongi become just Yoongi?” Liv asked without responding to your comment. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that you had just called him by his first name. And Liv also seemed to notice the change. “Is there a problem?”

A cold shiver ran down your spine when you heard Liv’s voice. Normally you’d think Liv was just checking to see if everything was okay. But something about her voice and the way she phrased it made you think differently. “No, everything’s fine. I’ve just had a long day and everything went wrong in the lab as well,” you tried to make an excuse. 

“Then don’t keep Jungkook waiting any longer. I’m sure he can cheer you up,” Liv said and was back to her old self. If you were sitting across from each other, you’d probably see her wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You were about to respond when a sound told you that you got another call. You briefly took the phone off your ear to see who the caller was, but it was a number you didn’t know. Immediately you could guess who it was. 

“Hey, Liv, I think Jungkook is calling me right now,” you apologized and Liv squealed at your statement. 

“Then I won’t try to stop you. And don’t forget, you are Liv!” she yelled into the phone and hung up. Before Jungkook could hang up as well, you answered the phone, albeit a bit hesitantly.

“Hello?”

“Hey Liv?” 

It sounded strange, not right (which it wasn’t) to hear the name of your best friend addressed to you. But you’d better get used to it from now on. The sooner, the better. 

“Yes, that’s me,” you said.

“Hey, this is Jungkook,” he said, even though you recognized his voice immediately anyway. “I don’t want to bother you but I wanted to apologize for Taehyung’s behavior earlier.”

“Wow, they must be good friends if you have to apologize for them,” you returned dryly. You straightened up in your bed; you felt that the conversation could not be conducted comfortably lying down. 

You heard Jungkook laugh softly. “Actually they are quite okay. But sometimes Taehyung doesn’t know when the fun is over.”

“Hm,” you just said. After a short silence you added, “Well, you didn’t do anything wrong. On the contrary.”

“Yes, about that…” Jungkook was suddenly calm and you were about to ask what he wanted to say when he continued, “this may come a bit unexpected, but I thought you were really cute earlier and wanted to ask if you would like to do something together the next few days.” 

Surprised, you clasped your cell phone, which almost slipped out of your fingers. You hadn’t expected that. Did Jeon Jungkook ask you out? Or was that one of his tricks to make fun of you later in his small group of friends?

Actually, Jungkook hadn’t made you feel like he would be the type of person to take advantage of girls in any way. But maybe that was exactly his strategy. You wouldn’t drop your protective barrier yet. “What would you like to do?” you asked tentatively. You knew that tomorrow night was a huge party organized by none other than Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin. If Jungkook wanted to drag you there, you knew where you stood with him. 

Jungkook cleared his throat before he spoke and you didn’t know if you were imagining the nervousness in his voice. “I had perhaps thought about – well, I asked Y/N what you were studying and I thought whether you might like to go to the Oceanographic Museum. I saw on their website that they even have turtles.”

You couldn’t help yourself. With Jungkook’s enthusiasm and innocence, a smile spread across your face. You also felt relief spilling out of you. You might even have been a little impressed that he seemed to care so much. Liv’s rhapsodies of Yoongi went through your head again and unconsciously you brushed over the black lines under your breast with your free hand. 

“Okay,” you agreed without really thinking about what exactly your agreement meant, “Why not? When will you be free?” 

Perhaps some distraction would help you fill the void in your heart. The deep hole known as unfulfilled desire that ripped open your chest. 

❀ ❀ ❀ ❀

When you stood in front of the building where your apartment was the next afternoon, you were oddly calm. Normally you were always more than excited before dates, but today there was a pleasant peace within you. The summery dress you were wearing was gently caressing your thighs when a light breeze made you shiver. Maybe you should take a jacket after all?

You heard someone clearing their throat behind you and you turned around. In front of you stood Jungkook and you had to pull yourself together so that your jaw wouldn’t drop at the sight of him. He was wearing a black denim jacket, black skinny jeans and a matching baseball cap. You hadn’t paid much attention to him yesterday, so it was only now that you realized how right Liv had been.

Why couldn’t Jungkook’s name be above your heart?

Wow. Not even ten seconds on a date and your mind already wandered to another man. You put a smile on your face and looked at Jungkook. You were surprised when he gave you a quick hug. His scent overwhelmed you and enveloped you like a second warm embrace. Too quickly he released you again.

“How are you? How was your day?” he asked as you both slowly walked towards the bus stop that took you to the museum. 

“Fine,” you replied surprised. You hadn’t heard that question from anyone in a long time. That someone was interested enough in you to want to know how your day was, was new to you. But not unpleasant. “I’m glad I got through the lectures, though. Professor Leblanc has the ability to make an hour and a half of lectures feel like at least five hours.”

Jungkook laughed softly and you watched him kick a small pebble from the path into the short shorn grass by the wayside. “Is it that old guy with the crazy moustache who always looks like he’s about to keel over because of the way he bends forward?”

“Yup, that’s the one,” you confirmed and laughed. You had arrived at the bus stop and were relieved to find that you were the only ones waiting for the bus. It was Friday afternoon and you were afraid you’d be leaving right at rush hour. But apparently you were lucky. 

You and Jungkook were making small talk when the bus went around the corner a few minutes later. The bus was also pleasantly empty and Jungkook indicated with his hand that you should go ahead. “Thank you,” you said quietly and sat down at the window. When Jungkook dropped beside you, his leg bumped against yours. You felt the warmth radiating from his body, which was pressed directly against you.

“What are you studying? I know practically nothing about you,” you tried to distract yourself from his muscle-packed thigh, which was more than clearly visible through his tight jeans.

“Oh, I’m studying media production, so everything that has to do with film and photography,” he explained to you, “that’s why I was able to help Yoongi with his project. Have you seen the video? It turned out pretty amazing, if I say so myself,” he added with a little smile.

You tried to supress the brief shock that hit you when you heard the name from Jungkook’s mouth. You just shook your head, your throat was too tight to speak. 

“Wait, I’ll show you,” said Jungkook and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He typed in a few things and a moment later he held the phone out to you so that you had a good view of the screen. 

Jungkook turned down the volume, even though there were hardly any people sitting around you anyway. Nevertheless you could hear the piano and the lovely melody more than clearly, which came through the speakers. The phone faded before your eyes as your whole body seemed to focus on just one thing: the music, the sounds that were carried to your ears.

The name under your breast burned and nervously you wiped your sweaty palms on the fabric of your dress. Your heart beat in the same rhythm as the melody, which was almost repressed by the loud rush of your blood in your ears. 

“What do you think?” Jungkook asked after a few seconds and his voice pulled you back into the here and now. The loud roar of the bus engine, the landscape that passed you quickly, and Jungkook looking at you with anticipation. 

“Wow, this is really good,” you said, even though you didn’t mean the video. But Jungkook seemed satisfied with it. He pressed pause and put his phone back in his pocket. It was as if the string of a violin snapped in two and only the unpleasant silence remained. 

“Thank you,” he said and threw a smile at you. “Maybe you would like to stand in front of the camera sometime? I have a semester project and I’m still looking for a model.”

“Model?” you asked in disbelief, almost choking on your own spit. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this.”

“Oh, bullshit,” he contradicted you, “I think you’d be perfect.” He looked deep into your eyes, his brown eyes almost piercing yours. The gaze was so intense, so full of emotion that you had to avert your gaze after a few seconds. 

You were happy that the next station was the station where you had to get off. You couldn’t stand it any longer to sit next to him and watch his gaze glide towards you every few seconds.

When you arrived at the museum, you breathed a sigh of relief. Jungkook seemed to be more than excited about the museum’s various exhibitions. You actually came to the museum often. The peace and quiet brought you down when things got busy at university. The different aquariums, in which the most diverse colorful fish swam or the impressive coral reefs, which offered habitat to thousands of organisms, greeted you like an old friend as you strolled through the almost empty corridors.

“Wow,” Jungkook was amazed when you stopped in front of a huge aquarium. The glass took up the entire wall and offered an incredible view of all kinds of fish. “Look,” he suddenly said, pointing to a stingray that swam past you. “Oh, I wish I’d brought my camera.” He sighed as you watched him looking with big brown eyes at the fish. 

“I’m sure there are no cameras allowed here,” you said and nodded towards the sign with a camera symbol crossed out with a thick red line.

“Too bad, would have been a great location to film.” He gave you a quick glance that you couldn’t place. You didn’t have time to worry about it though, because Jungkook suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you further to the next aquarium. You looked surprised at your intertwined fingers and had to smile. His thumb stroked reassuringly over the back of your hand and a pleasant warmth flowed through your body. 

“Oh, look, there’s Nemo,” he said and you too looked at the orange, white striped fish, which was hiding in an anemone, so that only its head was sticking out. 

The tentacles of the sea anemone moved gently through the light current of the water, so that you could occasionally catch a glimpse of the little clownfish. “Actually, this is not the same species as Nemo,” you explained, pointing to the fish’s pattern. “See the black lines around the white markings?” Jungkook nodded as he listened to you. “Nemo is an Amphiprion Ocellaris, while our little friend here is an Amphiprion Percula.”

Jungkook gave you a side glance and you just saw him stifle that grin before he turned his back on you and walked to the next aquarium.

“What?” you asked, hearing a slight laugh even in your voice.

“Nothing, nothing,” he quickly reassured you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like a smart ass,” you apologized slightly flustered. Immediately Jungkook turned to you at your tone of voice.

“No, that’s not how you sounded at all. On the contrary,” he said and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, “that’s actually really hot that you know so much.”

You felt the heat rise up your cheeks when he said that and had to avert your gaze. 

“Is there an outside area?” asked Jungkook and you were happy when he changed the subject. 

You nodded at his question. “Actually, yes, but it’s under reconstruction. But I saw the ice cream stand was still open.” You left the unspoken question hanging in the air and Jungkook already pulled you towards the doors.

The last warm rays of sunshine broke through the treetops and lit the path from campus back to your apartment. The other students who rushed past you gave you nothing more than a quick glance to the side. You walked past the building where the laboratories were located and immediately thought of Seokjin who had been there for you yesterday. The next time you saw him, you would definitely thank him again thoroughly. You gave him special credit for not digging any further when he had seen how stressed you were. 

You and Jungkook came to a halt in front of the automatic glass doors at the entrance of your building. His fingers were still intertwined with yours, but he had stopped running his thumb across the back of your hand. You missed the feeling. It had been something to focus on and distract you from the impending goodbye. 

“I had a very nice day…” he began and turned his gaze to the ground for a moment before he looked up again. “I would be happy if we could do this again soon.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you returned thoughtfully and stared amusedly at the slight disappointment in his eyes. “I think this might be a bit monotonous for you when we go back to the museum. Exhibitions don’t change that often,” you added, grinning at him.

Jungkook pulled his hand out of yours and looked at you playfully affected. “You are… I have no words.” He continued to look at you in amazement and shook his head. 

“Sorry,” you apologised and your grin diminished to an apologetic smile, “but I would be very happy if we could do something again in the next few days.”

Jungkook returned your smile at your confession. “Cool,” he just returned and now it was your turn to laugh.

“Cool?” you repeated amused by his choice of words.

“Maybe even very cool,” he remarked before his gaze fluttered down to your lips. Your breath faltered as Jungkook put one hand on your cheek and stroked it gently. His gaze searched for yours as if asking for permission. Unconsciously, you nodded slightly and saw the corner of Jungkook’s mouth twitching upwards before closing your eyes. 

One blink of an eye later, you felt his soft lips on yours. 

You felt his firm yet tender grip around your waist as he pulled you closer and combed his fingers through your hair. 

And what you felt most of all was the glaring heat emanating from the thin, black lines engraved on your skin. 

You opened your mouth and allowed Jungkook’s tongue to enter and didn’t want to think of the dark-haired man whose name matched that very tattoo. 

You pressed yourself harder against Jungkook and let your hands slide under his denim jacket to run them over his trained back muscles. He sighed into the kiss and swallowed your tongue with his. You didn’t want to think about his face when Liv had told him she was his soulmate. 

You kissed Jungkook more demandingly, bit his lip slightly, which made him moan a little and you repressed all thoughts of Min Yoongi and that you wished he was the one kissing you right now. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook moaned and broke away from you. He leaned his forehead against yours while the two of you struggled for breath. His hot breath hit your face at irregular intervals while he searched for the right words. “You… you are incredible,” he added and gave you a short kiss on the tip of your nose before he completely detached himself from you. 

He smiled at you as you said goodbye to him. He promised you that you would see each other again soon and you knew that everyone in your situation would jump for joy. You turned around again when you walked through the glass doors and saw Jungkook still standing in the same place. When your eyes met, he grinned and waved to you once more. 

You still ignored the burning in your chest as you smiled back at him and turned around as inconspicuously fast as possible. And what you didn’t want to think about either was that you hadn’t felt anything when Jungkook kissed you. 

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[sweetestlamb]

How Do I Look?

Summary: Mun Yeong and Gang-Tae spend their first weekend apart. Things go really well.

Author's Note: I intended for this to be less gutter filth but I'm a pervert so you got this instead. Sorry. A little. I'm the worst. I know. I promise to try to stop being a hornball and write something sweet and wholesome. 

P.s. I just did some edits, so any errors should now be fixed. Thank you to everyone sharing my story, y’all are the realest.  I’ll be posting this on AO3 as well to get that fandom recognized soon. 

The sunlight shines intensely through the windows and Mun Yeong wonders how much it would cost to stop that, just turn off the sunlight that perpetually ruins her sleep every morning. Those ridiculous birds are always chirping outside her window clearly in cahoots with the sun. With menacing eyes she glares at them all.

The cursed Castle is quiet. Still. It is her first weekend alone. She sighs in frustration, annoyed that he planned on keeping his word and going back to the live- in cook and two-faced bitch's house. Threatening to kill him if they left hadn’t convinced him and that was the only thing she could think of to say to him. What other reason could she ask him to stay?

Stay for me.

No. That would scare him away too. Or maybe his answer would scare her. All the same, now she was alone in this huge Castle and she didn't know if she could stand it. The castle felt so much more alive with them here. When they cleaned that day it was as if breathe had been pumped into the lungs of the castle. It no longer felt like she was living in a cemetery.

She didn't want to share him and especially not with that bitch.

Eyes scanning the room, she thought of something to do to pass the time. I want to go and kidnap him. But. He had seemed excited at the thought of seeing Jae-Soo , his dimwitted friend who ran a chicken farm or something. It must have been nice to have a friend. Someone who wanted to be around you, not for money or prestige just because they liked you. She tried to remember if she ever had anyone like that. Anyone besides him.

Lost in her thoughts her eyes landed on her shoes. Black heels, patent leather, five inch heel, crimson red bottom. She had seen them in a store and knew she had to have them. The fact that they were in someone else's hands was a minor inconvenience that a well placed glare solved. The last ones too. Destiny. What do you think you're doing? The minor inconvenience had gasped as she placed the heels on her own feet and found they were a perfect fit. Some things were meant to be.

Shopping, could be fun.

Her over-sized sunglasses dwarfed her face intentionally, she did not need fans approaching her. She knew that her face would do a great job at deterring them as well, resting bitch face was her natural face. She had already been to many different stores. Bags hung from her hand as she approached the next store. Heels clicking rhythmically, she entered and a slow "wow" left her lips as she looked up at the outfit adorning the body of a mannequin.

I want it.

"How can I help you today ma'am?" A young woman approached her with eager steps, plastic smile stretched across her face. She didn't answer verbally, instead pointed at the mannequin. The woman nodded and retrieved an exact replica for her.

"We also have changing rooms." She stated pointing to the rooms in the back but she shook her head no. "I will take it." A smiled dipped across her face that would make the Cheshire cat proud. Now she knew exactly now to have some fun.

Gang-Tae laughed as Jae-Soo swung his arms around recalling the customer who tried to bring their cat in for a free caricature drawing from Sang-Tae.

"Pizza is not for feline companions. Most cats are lactose intolerant and you should not give them any dairy. They will vomit or even have diarrhea and it is very painful for their butthole. You must not give your cat any dairy products." His brother quickly added from his corner, where he laid on his stomach rapidly reading another one of Mun-Yeong's stories.

He snickered and imagined how disgusted she would look if she were here. Rose petal lips twisted in distaste. It had been hours since he had left her and he wondered what she was doing? Sharpening knives? Scaring small animals?

But he didn't have to wonder for long because his phone vibrated in his pocket and her name lit up on the screen. She would probably try to convince him to come home again, ignoring his decision to leave on the weekends. Not understanding that he needed time away, being around her all the time was difficult enough. Seeing her every morning and every night was hard. It would be easy if he could convince his eyes to stop looking at her. But alas, they were disobedient. So the weekends were his only escape from her spell.

He carelessly opened her message and then pressed it shut. Feeling a flush run from the tips of his toes to top of his head. His breath hitched and his blood simmered. Was it possible to hyperventilate and pass out and die from lack of oxygen? He was about to figure out.

Maybe I'm dreaming right now. This is just another one of those dreams. I fell asleep and I'm dreaming.

He almost convinced himself until another message came. And with trembling hands he excused himself to the bathroom and shakily sat on the toilet. Taking a deep calming breathe, fortifying himself only to crumble like a sandcastle when he opened the message.

How do I look?

Her feet were encased in red heels, dainty like the rest of her. But it was the rest that felt him grasping for breathe. A red corset hugged her body making her already small waist look impossibly slim delicate even, but he knew better, her panties were connected to thigh high matching stockings.He had never seen anything this tempting.  He briefly wondered how they would feel on his skin. How would she feel on his skin?

When the phone began to vibrated in his hands, he almost dropped it. He stared down at the phone, fear and lust both raging in his body. Until he finally accepted the call, I must be crazy.

"What are you doing?!" He exclaimed genuinely wondering why she wanted to kill him today.

"Did you like the picture? I got this today. If you were home you could have helped me put it on." She proceeded, ignoring his question and proceeding to kill him further. "But don't worry, if you hurry home you can still help me take it off."

"Stop. Stop talking." He begged. 

She didn't.

"It feels amazing on my skin." She moaned into his ear with that voice of hers, and he felt shivers run though his body just like when she had blown in his ears. "You can't see but it's crotch-less too, so easy access. We don't even need to take it off to have fun!"

He didn't understand how she could say these things as if she were a salesperson simply listing the benefits of the product. Was it possible to die from over-stimulation? Was today his last day? He forced himself not to look at the picture to find the slit she was referring too.

"Please stop." He pleaded again, pleading to both her and his traitor of a body that was now awake and fully aboard with everything she was selling. He glared down at the tent in his jeans, wondering if that would kill him actually, lack of blood available to flow to his brain.

"I miss you, come home."

Those words went straight to his heart without his permission. She really was an unstoppable force. It probably didn't help that he wasn't trying hard to stop her. Or at all.

"I can't." He really, really wanted to. The pin was precariously on the edge. 

She huffed on the other side of the phone and he expected her to explode, volatile, a ticking time bomb ready to detonate but instead she quietly responded, "How do I look?"

"Amazing. You look amazing." He said honestly, stupidly. It took everything in him to not open the message again and see the tantalizing photo again, imagining her wrapped around him as he slammed her into the nearest wall, listening to her moans as he played with her sweet wetness through the new deadly panties. His breathes were a fast staccato, and she moaned at the sound, "It would look even better on the floor."

He didn't get a chance to reply because there was a loud knock on the door.

"Gang-Tae are you okay? We're going to get food, do you want to come?"

He cleared his throat before answering, "No, no you go ahead. I need a minute."

Jae-Soo was silent for a second before he responded, "Okay make sure to use an air freshener we'll see you soon."

He signed in relief glad that he didn't ask any questions. Better they thought he was having stomach problems. 

"Only a minute? That fast huh?" She teased. 

"Stop saying nonsense!" He angrily retorted, blush blooming all over his face and chest. Embarrassed that it really would be that fast, seeing her like that had awakened something primal in him.  His erection wasn't going to go down on its own and he didn't have much time until Jae-Su and his brother were back. Shame washed over him.

"I...um have to go"

"No you don't. I just heard you, you told them to go ahead because you need a..... Oooooooh" He squeezed his eyes shut at her sound of recognition, he felt powerless. His hand was already creeping down to his heavy erection. It felt like it was throbbing now and the sounds she made naturally weren't helping.

"I can stay. I can help, do you want me to send more pictures? I can take one in nothing, if you'd like." She offered and he could hear her moving, and he shouted before she could actually kill him, "NO!!" He didn't want the first time he saw her....like that to be an image. He wanted to be able to touch. If she sent that picture he might run to the castle and....no. He didn't need anymore photos.

"I have to go. Goodbye." He repeated, hand reaching its target and the pleasure was instant, his knees buckled as he almost fell to the ground.

"You sound incredible, send me a photo too. I want to see."

He looked down at this dick, head disappearing and reappearing in his grip. Fluid dripping down the sides, easing his way.

"Okay. You sound like you're having fun. I'll leave you to it. Come home tomorrow." And just like that she was gone. He groaned wanting to shout her name and maybe cry a little. Why did she have to play with him like this, he couldn't handle this. The phone fell from his grip, clattering to the side.

He pulled and twisted, feeling the end approaching as he tugged himself to completion, images of Mun-Yeong spread across his bed with him thrusting into her filling his head. She would be wild under him, giving as good as she got, nails clawing at his back.

With, a final thrust he felt his cum flew out, surging though his body violently, ultimately bringing him to his knees. "Ko Mun-Yeong!!" He rasped out as his vision blurred and after a long minute he opened his eyes, looking down at the mess he had made.

Cum stains dripped down his phone.

"Wow"

He looked down at the phone in shock.

She never hung up.

[katsukikitten]

Steak out

A/N ANOTHER ONE enjoy this thirst text theme I've got going on. Probs the last one for awhile BBs. Hope yall enjoy this one. Somehow I involved my husband again...

Deku sits hunched over his notes muttering in the confined space of the car.

A slam on the dashboard has his sole leaving his body.

"Would you shut the FUCK UP?!" Bakugou yells, steam rising from the palm that struck the cheap dashboard. Scarlet burns hot, hot enough to cut into emerald.

After a long moment Bakugou readjusts himself, slumping further in the driver's seat but still having a good view of the building ahead.

"It's bad enough the director wants me to steak this shit out let alone with your mumbling ass." Bakugou snarls, hating that he is stuck in this claustrophobic space that only gets heavier with every uttered whisper. The car sits in a shadowed alley facing what seems to be an abandoned warehouse.

Even in broad day light the broken glass and tattered boards gave Izuku the creeps. He sighs, staring at his partner before going back to his notes.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out.

*"The pictures I asked for are late, little Prince."*

Deku swallows thickly, he had been in the car all night and half the day. There was no way he was going to be able to get them to you.

*"I'm still on a job."*

He sweats before frantic fingers dash across the screen to add

*"My Mistress."*

But he believes he sent it too late, three dots in a bubble disappear and reappear several times before a message comes through.

*"I don't tolerate excuses or attitude little Prince. Send the pictures now or expect punishment."*

*"Mistress please!"*

*"Now!"*

Izuku's palms sweat, he clearly cannot afford to piss you off anymore. You had given a specific deadline and with plenty of notice.

But he thought he could get away with not sending them, it's not as if the two of you were dating.

More like fooling around, testing boundaries.

Plus he had just been avoiding it, not liking the way he has been looking lately, which is exactly why you assigned it. Izuku squirms in his seat earning a glare from his partner.

"If you've got to fucking piss use the alley damn it!" Bakugou shoves him into the door and for once Izuku is glad for the roughness.

Bakugou gave him a good idea.

"I'll..I'll be right back."

"It'd be okay if you weren't..."

Izuku takes his phone with shaking hands down the alley way just enough to be out of sight.

He lifts his shirt just a tad sending you a picture of himself showing off only the bottom two abs, sure to have his pants up over his light V.

He frowns, wishing he hadn't sent it before a message from you pops up.

*"Good first step but I want more."*

He leaves it on read for a moment before another comes in with a picture attached.

Izuku instantly blushes, cheeks burning with embarrassment and hot desire.

You're sitting on the edge your couch, skirt pulled up past your thick thighs and nice ass, tights ripped open, showcasing your fingers stroking your heavenly form.

*"Come on little Prince. Mistress isn't going to use her imagination to cum."*

*"You want to be a good boy and help me cum right?"*

He palms himself at the thought, hardly ever getting to touch you except when you decide to use his face as your throne.

He tries another picture only pulling his shirt up a bit more still avoid his V or showing his face.

*"I know you can do better...Don't my pictures make you want to cream your pants wishing it were me?"*

This time a selfie of your own fingers in your mouth, clearly tasting yourself for him.

He can taste it now, the sweetness on his tongue does have precum forming.

"Nnngghh." He groans, frustrating himself trying to get any good picture, angling his phone this way and that.

Only for you to encourage that you want more.

You send another dirty photo of you, two fingers spreading yourself.

*"Only good boys get to taste this. Very good boys get to fuck it. Now where is your confidence prince?"*

He has half a mind to be disobedient, ignoring your last order to not cum without you present, whether it be video chat or in person.

He has half a mind to just ignore your text messages and ease the ache in his pants. He palms himself again.

"OI!" The shout behind him causes him to jump, enough that he tosses his *unlocked* phone.

The very same phone that lands unharmed at the feet of a hot head.

Oh

Fuck

"Bakugou wow, so funny seeing you here with my phone! I'llbeneedingitbacknowthanks!" He strings the last part together rushing to snatch it but its too late.

Bakugou must have seen what you've sent, especially since his mouth is twisted up in a deadly smile.

"Fucking around with Y/LN huh?" He asks before noticing something.

"Do..do you not know how to send a nude or semi nude?" He scoffs and when Izuku turns beet red Bakugou comes up with an idea.

"Why don't we show your *mistress* how good of a boy you are okay Prince?" Bakugou asks, cornering Deku against the wall.

The nick name coming from his friends lips is doing something odd to his chest.

The same feeling he got when you first called him that.

"Ah Kaachan what are you?"

"Trust me." He says lifting his shirt all the way before putting it into his mouth, biting it while angling his head up slightly.

His scarlet eyes look into the camera and the gaze he is giving it even has butterflies in Izuku's stomach. He watches Bakugou hit send.

You open your phone to see a sinful picture of Bakugou.

Your core melts further as your eyes flutter over the image. The hard V points to mouth watering sin, a faint ash blonde happy trail further guiding you before your eyes finally travel up.

Slowly over each perfectly sculpted ab, one nipple is covered while the other is exposed thanks to the hot head securing the fabric between snarled teeth, eyes leaded heavy with lust.

Your heat clenches on it's own, you've always had a desire for Bakugou as well.

A message comes in.

*"Are you playing with another Dom, little one?"*

Bakugou smirks wildly as the idea forms. He had played with you before and he loved the idea of you painted with jealousy. Whether it be from his hands touching another or because his hands were touching your current toy.

He blasts the wall across from the two of them, removing a brick to hold Izuku's phone perfectly before pulling his shirt over the top of his head.

"Ka..kaachan." Izuku stammers and damn did he look cute. Flustered and stuttering Bakugou's nickname, his smirk becomes deadlier.

Two birds with one stone.

"Hush, *prince*." Bakugou snarls, ripping open Izuku's shirt right down the middle. Pulling it slightly off his shoulders, a deadly hand popping with anticipation before smoothing it over abs, feathering over Izuku's soft V before letting his fingers settle just beneath the band of his boxers.

The timer should go off any second and Bakuou needed Deku to make the perfect face.

Bakugou drags his capable tongue up the side of Izuku's cheek, sure to keep his eyes trained over his shoulder at the camera.

He can feel Deku's rapid pulse before removing his hands from such warm smooth skin, grabbing onto the phone more than happy with the shot.

He sends it with a Kingly caption.

*"Yes this little Prince is my toy now, Brat."*

"Ka..kaachan you're going to make Mistress upset. You need to address her appropriatly." Izuku defends your honor only to be seized by the throat and shoved agaisnt rough brick.

Katuski applies just enough pressure to Izuku's rapid pulse, careful to avoid his fragile larynx.

The same thing Bakugou used to do to you. Izuku's eyes flutter and the blonde can tell that he is close to sub space.

A text rings out on Izuku's phone that is still in Bakugou's hand.

"I'm her master so that makes me *your* master. You'll address me as King just as that brat should." He squeezes before letting go, "Don't let that little kitten corrupt you, prince. We have a mission to finish."

Izuku watches a broad back with mixed emotions, he trails slowly behind.

"K...king Katuski. What do you mean you're mistress's master? She said she was single."

Katsuki sighs before opening the door for Deku, make sure that when he steps into the car he does not bump his emerald head. The blond leans into the car, close to Deku's face.

"Fuck..." He hisses as he studies Izuku, "You're like fucking truth serum. She technically is single but she's my bratty ass Kitten. She can be your mistress too."

Bakugou shuts the door glancing down at the bright glass in his hand, a smile returning to his lips before he settles in the car.

*"Guess who just came without your permission King. I should be rewarded though I found us another play mate."* 👅😜

You pant, not believing your luck. The last picture sending you over the edge in seconds with blurred vision of black stars.

God damn he was too good.

Teasing you with your own toy, you slam your head agaisnt the head of the couch. Hating that you have a need to be a brat and a need to dominate/ help build the confidence of another.

You bite your lip in anticipation for a reply.

Your phone chimes and you unlock it at super human speed.

"Guess you'll have to see whether you'll get rewarded or punished tonight. Be on time. I'll have our little Prince waiting, Kitten."

[ababybiter]

jungkook x y/n, besties to besties with benefits, a lot of texting, smut, fluff and college life, oh and lets pretend V wasn’t born in the christmas holidays

part 1/??

[00:19am] jungkook: please help me

{00:19am} jungkook: i don’t know what to get tae for his birthday

{00:23am} jungkook: Y/N!!!!!!!!!!

{00:25am} y/n: jungkook

{00:25am} y/n: his birthday is literally 5 days away

{00:26am} y/n: why are u like this

Truth be told, you weren't that surprised. Your best friend Jungkook was a novice at putting in effort for his friends birthdays and you were wholeheartedly used to that fact. The stress of finding something for your other best friend’s birthday on Friday was stressful enough for you, let alone the inevitable pleas of Jungkook’s text messages on Sunday evening coming through were enough to send you over the edge.

{00:28am} jungkook: TECHNICALLY it’s 6 days away...

You roll your eyes as you lay on your back, snuggled up under your duvet. You glance at your bedroom door, thinking of your roommate and close friend Nina. As Taehyung’s girlfriend, you wondered what sort of gift she bought for him.

{00:29am} y/n: You know I struggled myself! Have you asked Nina?

{00:29am} jungkook: NO she’ll hate me for leaving it so late D:

{00:29am} jungkook: I’ve been at my computer for ages. mY desperation has led me to WISH.COM

{00:30am} y/n: no she won’t but i get you

{00:30am] y/n: get off wish u idiot

{00:30am} y/n: shall we go shopping on wednesday? I’ll help you find something

You rub your eyes, unable to even pretend to think of gift ideas right now. You turn off your bedside lamp, your eyes straining in the dark as you thank the lords for your 1pm lecture tomorrow. It’s then that you remember Jungkook has an early morning class.

{00:35am} jungkook: YOU’RE THE BEST!!!!

{00:36am} y/n: you should be asleep kook

{00:37am} jungkook: i know i’ll get there

{00:37am} jungkook: can’t sleep rn

{00:37am} y/n: why? gift stress?

{00:38am} jungkook: lol, idk just can’t 

{00:38am} jungkook:

You?

You roll over in the dark, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach.

{00:39am} y/n: I have a late class tomorrow

{00:39am} y/n: YOU however sir do not

{00:39am} y/n: plus you’ve not been getting enough sleep lately, you need to sort out your pattern or you’ll be grumpy for V’s birthday :)

{00:40am} jungkook: i got it covered, just wanted to sort out a gift plan first

{00:40am} y/n: got it covered?

{00:41am} jungkook: I can make myself tired lol, dw <3

{00:42am} y/n: you gonna knock yourself out? LOOOL :(

{00:43am} jungkook: no y/n 

{00:43am} jungkook: 0.o

Oh. Oh.

You clench your thighs together, suddenly in the mood to do that too. 

No, what the fuck, no. That would be weird...touching yourself knowing that your best friend was doing the same. It would be weird...right?

Although it was Jeon Jungkook, you can’t deny that you’ve thought about him, accidentally of course, during your alone times. It was a secret you wouldn’t even admit to yourself let alone him or anyone else. 

It was clearly just the dry spell talking. Your last boyfriend was well over a year ago and Jungkook was a guy. A hot guy. It’s probably normal to fantasise about him.

Except you didn’t fantasise about Tae, or Yoongi, or any of your other male friends. The thought alone sent a different feeling to your stomach, these were your FRIENDS. Practically your brothers.

So why was Jungkook any different?

{00:47am} jungkook: you still there? 

{00:49am} jungkook: don’t pretend like you don’t do it too.

Was this still friendly territory? The full stop in his last text did something to your lower stomach.

Okay, now you’re being weird. You start typing tentatively.

{00:50am} y/n: I mean yeah, who doesn’t?

{00:51am} jungkook: Do you miss sex?

{00:51am} y/n: amongst other things, yes

{00:52am} jungkook: Such as?

Butterflies dance in your stomach as you type your next words, this was brand new territory for you and Jungkook. You wouldn’t even talk about this stuff with Nina...

{00:53am} y/n: I miss being eaten out

Your fingers dance over the screen as you wait for his response. You close and shut the app quickly before reopening it. 

{00:53am} jungkook: mhm

That’s it? Your cheeks redden in the darkness of your room as you shuffle your legs under the covers. 

{00:54am} y/n: I should sleep, it’s getting pretty late for me now

{00:55am} jungkook: okay, yeah sure

You’re about to lock your phone and throw it to the other side of your bed when it buzzes one more time.

{00:57am} jungkook: But are you tired?

{00:59am} y/n: I...am getting there. Why?

{1:00am} jungkook: we could help each other out?

{1:00am} y/n: how?

Jeez, how are you already wet? The excitement of talking to Jungkook like this was too much, clearly. You were 99% sure he was insinuating what you thought he was. But it had been a long time since you sexted, it also wasn’t something you and your ex had done much throughout the relationship.

{1:02am} jungkook: I like talking to you like this. I want to hear what else you like.

{1:02am} jungkook: let’s make each other tired

{1:02am} y/n: jeon!!!! you wanna sext?

{1:02am} jungkook: you made me horny y/n!

{1:03am} y/n: that was alllllll you jk! horny mf

Jungkook reads your message. The absence of the speech bubble appearing makes you stomach twist. Your phone goes dark waiting for it to appear. As much as you reprimanded him for his boyish behaviour, something in you wanted it to continue. But you probably blew it by being so whiney. Fuck. You didn’t know you wanted to sext Jungkook so bad.

And then.

{jungkook: Attachment 1 image}

You hesitate, before sliding open the chat. He’s laying in bed, the phone angled down at this legs in his black sweat pants. His thighs pressed close together in the tight yet stretchy material, his dick protrudes up from under the trousers, casting a dark shadow over his stomach. You know right there and then that this boy’s nudes would look like art.

{1:08am} jungkook: let’s help each other out

{1:08am} jungkook: this is what thinking about you did to me

{1:09am} jungkook: tell me if you want me to stop

You stare at the messages on your phone, fingers hovering over the keys, your instinct to explode your feelings into capital letters and ask him what’s happening. Because that’s how honest you too are...so I guess it’s normal to be this honest too.

You fling the duvet off and swing your legs out of bed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you kneel in front of the mirror, not really thinking with your brain right now. You pull off the baggy t-shirt that floats around your torso, leaving you in your underwear. You place a hand over your breasts, hiding your nipples in a seductive fashion, before using your other hand to snap a photo, hiding half of your heated face with the phone.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you press send.

You squeal, throwing your phone face down on bed, hoping you didn’t wake Nina up. The last thing you needed was for her to come bursting in to your room right now.

{1:13am} jungkook: holy shit

{1:13am} jungkook: you’re so hot

{1:13am} jungkook: i’m so hard for you

{1:13am} jungkook: wow

You climb quickly back into bed, his words sending electric waves to your core.

{1:14am} y/n: shall I touch myself?

{1:14am} jungkook: fuk yes

{1:14am} jungkook: i can use this picture right?

{1:14am} y/n: that's why i sent it kook :’)

{1:15am} jungkook: right okay haa good

{1:15am} jungkook

: holy wow

You try not to giggle at his cuteness, when his next message makes you gasp.

{1:16am} jungkook: god i wanna taste you

That was all it took to get your hand to work. More dirty words are exchanged, both of you sweating and misspelling, as you both get yourselves off to each other.

{1:26am} y/n: jungkook i’m gonna cum

{1:27am} jungkook: shit y/n me too

{1:27am} jungkook: fucck

Your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes flutter shut as you imagine Jungkook’s lips on your pussy, his body on top of you, the look on his face as he comes. You wonder if he’s loud in bed. If he’s moaning right now.

{1:30am} y/n: That was so fun.

{1:30am} jungkook: jesus. yes it was

{1:31am} y/n: maybe we can do it in person some time?

{1:37am} jungkook: yeah?

{1:37am} y/n: yeah, i guess i really have missed this stuff

{1:37am} y/n: wanna be friends with benefits?

{1:40am} jungkook: Is that what you want?

{1:40am} y/n: i think it sounds fun, what about you? are you down?

{1:41am} jungkook: mhm yes i’m down :)

Your newly found post orgasm confidence delegated some rules over text to Jungkook, which he easily agreed on. The main one being that should the opportunity arise to be physically imitate with each other, the two of you would be exclusive, and let the other person know if they were interested in being sexual with someone else. To which the arrangement would stop.

And under no circumstances, would it come between your friendship.

The two of you had been best friends for over 2 years now, meeting through Taehyung at college party. You didn’t even think about seeing him face to face after the occurrences of last night and what the ‘vibe’ would be, as Nina might say. In fact, it still hadn’t fully settled in that you had sexted Jungkook last night. As you left your apartment just after 12 to get some lunch before your lecture, it had felt like a hazy hot dream.

{GROUPCHAT: 1 new message}

{12:14am} V: anyone on campus ??? I bought too much food from the cafe. Need to share. Heading to the field if anyone wants to eat with me!

You type with two hands as you walk quickly onto campus.

{12:14am}: y/n: I’m almost at the field!

{12:14am} jungkook: I’m at the field now, just finished my jog

You stare at the message that popped up at the same time as yours. Butterflies fill your stomach again at the thought of seeing Jungkook in the flesh after the filthy wishes that were shared between the two of you less than 12 hours ago.

You look up as you reach the grass. Laying down on the green, propped up on his lower arms is the man is your best friend and new sexting buddy Jeon Jungkook. His fluffy black hair is pushed back with a sweat band that you’re sure belongs to Yoongi. The arms of his long sleeved black sweat shirt is rolled up to his elbows, and your eyes fall to his black jogging bottoms. You’re sure they’re a different pair, but the photo he sent you last night burns in your mind and you feel a familiar warmth down below.

Before you reach him, Taehyung appears, slinging down a grocery bag on the grass to which Jungkook leans forward and peers into, flicking his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Hey, Y/N!” Tae lifts a hand. “You know you two were the ones I was expecting to accept free food at the speed of light.”

“Hi guys.” You fall to your knees on the soft grass, dropping your bag beside you.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker over you before he meets your gaze. “Hey.” A shy smile ghosts his lips before he opens a packet of Doritos.

“Do you know if Nina got up in time for work?” Tae asks.

“Yeah, she was gone long before me.” You smile, focusing your attention on V.

“So is she not quitting the barista job then?” Jungkook sits up, shoving crisps into his mouth.

“No, she there’s no where else she can work where they’ll let her do the hours she wants.” V explains.

“Yeah, lucky bitch only has classes two days a week.” You scoff. “I should have taken politics.”

“Except one of those days is Friday.” He sighs, pulling out a sandwich and passing it to you. “Guess I’ll be high and dry on my birthday.”

“She’s not coming to your party Friday night?” Jungkook scrunches up the crisp packet noisily.

“Oh yeah she is, but I won’t see her until then, and if I’m not smashed, Nina will be, so...no birthday fuck for me.” He sighs wistfully. “Not one I’d remember anyway.”

Usually this sort of statement from Tae would breeze over you, but your hands become hot and you notice Jungkook swallow and cough. You wonder if he regrets the arrangement you agreed upon last night. You desperately needed to talk about this in person.

“So, um, why do you have so much food?” You open the packet, shoving the bread into your mouth.

“They were doing some deals at the cafe.” V munches. “Oh, to be a student.”

Suddenly, Jungkook stands.

“I’m gonna go get cleaned up, enjoy your lunch guys.” He pats you on the head as he goes. “See you Wednesday, Y/N.”

You bristle at the friendly gesture, again something you wouldn’t have previously batted an eye at, but given the nature of your current situation it seemed...unnatural.

“What you doing Wednesday?” Taehyung asks through a mouthful of baguette.

“Oh, uh, just...meeting up.” You stammer, your eyes following Jungkook’s legs as they head towards the path.

“Hmm.” Taehyung smirks, drinking from his water bottle. “Just meeting up, huh.”

“What?” You snap your head towards him.

“You can’t fool me, Y/N.”

Oh god, you couldn’t be talking about this with Tae before you’d even had a chance to talk about it with Jungkook. How did he know anyway? Were the two of you really being that awkward?

“How-...what?” You blush.

“It’s something to do with my birthday isn’t it?” He grins.

You desperately try to hide your expression of relief and replace it with playfulness. You force yourself to roll your eyes. “Brat.”

After a day and a half of classes, you’re glad to have your mind preoccupied with no more awkward run ins with Jungkook, since your classes were held on opposite sides of the campus. Wednesday morning rolls around, and you’re surprised that he texts you first.

{10:54am} jungkook: Heeey my favourite creative gift giver

You blink at his confidence, baring in mind the previous conversation of your ‘benefit’s’ were floating above his latest text.

You walk into the kitchen, a smile on your face as you type out a reply.

{10:55am} y/n: You’re lucky you get me to leave the house on my day off :P

“Morning!” Nina beams at you, shoving fruit into her smoothie maker. You smile back at her, wishing you were as put together as she was. It makes sense she had a bunch of guys fawning for her attention before she and V got together. It’s even cuter knowing that she dodged them all to be with our lovely Taehyung.

{10:56am} jungkook: you can’t resist the kook ;)

Your bite on your fingernails, staring bewildered at the boy texting you. It felt like someone else was using Jungkook’s phone, his flirtation over text confusing you to no end, whilst his shy demeanour in person suggested he had a split personality. And still, how this was all wrapped up in your best friend of over 2 years you’ll never be able to believe it.

Still, ignoring your nerves, you were looking forward to seeing him properly. To shake off this high school cyber flirt situation.

“Who’s the guy?” Nina slams her hands down on the counter separating the two of you.

“What?” You jump.

“Who’s the guy that’s got you blushing and smiling at your phone like a love sick puppy?” Nina’s eyes sparkle.

You sigh. Since dating Taehyung, Nina had become more interested in your love life, constantly wanting you on the same level as her. She’d also become much more intuitive, to your dismay.

But this was Nina, and you couldn’t hide anything from her. Plus, you needed her deep and thoughtful opinions.

“Wait, so, you haven’t even SPOKEN about it yet?” Nina looks gobsmacked as she keeps missing her mouth with her smoothie straw.

“No! It happened on Sunday night, and we’ve both had classes.” You glance down at your phone, the latest message from Jungkook on the screen, saying he’ll meet you outside your apartment at 12:30.

“Damn...you and jungkook...who’d have thought.” Nina taps her glass.

“He’s seen my boobs Nina!” You exclaim, shoving a left over banana from Nina’s smoothie making into your mouth.

“I bet he’d love to see that.” Nina makes a square with both her thumbs and forefingers, capturing the erotic display in front of her.

“God, you’re spending too much time with V.” You roll your eyes, chomping loudly.

“And you’re spending too much time with Jungkook!” Nina points. “Close your mouth!”

You pout chewing quietly, as you pick up your phone.

“Shit! Nina, how long have we been sitting here, I have to get ready.”

“Wow!” Nina laughs as you leap away from the counter to your bedroom. “Anyone would think you’re going on a date!”

She ducks, missing the banana skin as it hurls over her head.

Nina’s words get to you. Why did you care what you looked like? It’s not like you’ve never hung out with your best friend before. No. You knew why. It’s because it wasn’t just Nina’s words that got to you.

‘You’re so hot.’

You hadn’t even thought if Jungkook had ever found you attractive or not. It was a low grade compliment that you so guilty enjoyed. You wonder if he found you hot every day, when you ate together, played video games together, when you attended the same parties did he ever look at you in your short skirts and think...

“Hey, Y/N.”

Your weird and wild thoughts are cut short by the man himself. Jungkook approaches you as you lean against the wall of your accommodation building. He stops in front of you, his eyes scanning your previously distracted face. Did he always stand this close?

“Ready to go?”

Together you drive the short journey to the mall. You discuss gift ideas as Jungkook watches the road, whilst you try not to watch his hands.

He parks the car in the underground parking lot and unbuckles his belt quickly. You sigh. Unlike him, YOU can’t go the whole day without talking about IT.

“Jungkook.” You start, your voice dropping an octave.

He freezes like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Y/N.”

“Do you still...about the other night, um...” You mentally kick yourself, wishing you’d prepared what you were going to say before you said it. “I had fun...is what I’m trying to say.”

“So did I.” He smiles. “A lot of fun.”

“Good. Me too. Are you still...down?” You meet his gaze, wishing you weren't having this conversation at such a close proximity.

“Yeah.” He catches his lip for a moment in between his teeth and you swear you almost stop breathing. He glances over your face. “Sorry, down to...?”

You smack his arm lightly. “You know...down to get down.” You wiggle your eyebrows before regretting it instantly. “Ahem, down to be friends with benefits.”

He gazes at you, his eyes darkening. “Is that what you want?”

Why does he keep asking that? Of course you want it! You wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.

“Yeah.” You tell him. “I don’t wanna be one of those crazy uptight people that need to get laid.”

He breathes air out of his nose. “We wouldn’t want that would we?” He smirks, leaning closer to you until his breath is fanning your lips. “I think we know our first order of business.”

“Mhm?” You mumble, trying to still calm your breathing as you stare at his wet lips that he just licked, purposefully. His hand slides around to your back.

Suddenly there’s a click as he undoes your seatbelt.

“Find a birthday present for Taehyung!” He pulls away and opens his car door.

You let out a breath. Jeon Jungkook.

Shopping was taking longer than expected. It was hard to find something that didn’t scream ‘happy birthday, I just bought this from the mall 2 days ago!’. Jungkook wasn’t making it any easier, he was more interested embracing the role of the best friend with benefits.

“Hey, wanna take a look in here?” He throws an arm around you, nudging you towards the lingerie store.

“Jungkook I’m here to help you find a present for Taehyung. Have you forgotten that I’ve already got something to give him?”

“Okay okay, I’m just saying. I’d definitely want to see you in that.” He points to a black lace plunge bodysuit worn by mannequin. 

“Mhm, yeah?” You lower your voice, drawing his attention back to you. “Well, you said first order of business was to find a birthday present for Tae, so that’s what we’re doing right now.”

He smirks down at you. “Fine. What do you suggest?”

“I have an idea.” You tug on his hand a few stores down. “You should get him a whole new outfit. He’s always telling you how much he loves your style!”

“Yeah, that would be cool.” He smiles. “See, this is why I needed your help! You’re good with this stuff!”

“Come on!”

Excitedly, the two of you begin picking out clothes you both like and that you think V will love. Eventually you come up with a handful of shirts, trousers, jackets and shoes.

“Okay, now we gotta put them into outfits and choose which one we like the best.” Jungkook dumps the clothes on a seating area, the mall is quiet today. Most people are at work or college on a weekday, leaving the seating areas open to have clothes dumped upon.

“Kook, you can’t choose like this. You need to try them on. You guys are like the same size.”

“Ah, really?” He groans. “I’m too hungry for this.”

“We’ll get food after this.” You pick up the clothes and shove them into his chest. “Go.” You nod to the changing rooms.

He carries the items to the changing rooms, you follow along behind, letting your hand feel the mens clothes hung up on the racks as you pass.

“Hey, uh, got a few items here.” Jungkook shrugs to the college aged boy behind the changing room desk.

The guy barely looks up from his phone as he nods Jungkook down the hallway to the changing rooms. You stay behind, pulling out your phone.

{13:23pm} nina bean!: Hey?! How’s it going ;) x

{13:35pm} y/n: Fine lol, I don’t know what you think is happening at the MALL x

You wait for her reply, your eyes falling to the ground by the desk, where a crumpled up t-shirt lies. You stoop forward to pick it up, and it’s only your favourite choice out of all the options. There’s no way he’s not trying this one on. The man behind the counter pays no attention as you start down the hallway, the t-shirt in your grasp.

“Jungkook.” You whisper.

Finally, he answers you from the end of the corridor. “Yeah?”

You pull open the curtain and gasp.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Jungkook scrambles to pull any pair of trousers over his bare legs as he stands in his boxers. 

“You said yeah!” You step inside the changing cubicle with him, for a reason you can’t think of, closing the curtain behind you from the inside.

“Yeah doesn’t mean ‘whip open the curtain for anyone to see!’” He sits down on the small bench.

“Oh chill out, there’s literally no one here today.” You hold up the shirt, standing in front of him. “You dropped this.”

He takes the shirt, opening it up to inspect it with large curiosity. His cheeks crimson. You chuckle quietly. “You know, you’ll have to get used to me seeing you naked right?”

His eyebrows flick upwards as he hides a shy smile. “Right.”

It seems awkward Jungkook has returned. Unbeknownst to you, the idea of being intimate with you already sent his heart rate through the roof. Realising the idea goes beyond hypothetical advances and flirtatious jokes was enough give Jungkook a heart attack.

It was only then that the thought occurred to you, maybe you had wanted this kind of relationship with him for a long time, and maybe he had too.

As you ponder this revelation, your eyes drop to a new piece of art on his shoulder. 

“Hey.” Your fingers reach out before you can stop them, brushing the inked skin. “You got a new tattoo?”

He shivers under your touch, staring up at you, as if he doesn’t know what you’ll do next. His fingers reach out, before he can stop them, and pull you closer by your jean belt hoop. “Like it?”

“Love it.” You whisper, drawing around the outline with your nail. He hisses.

You clear your throat and back off. “I’ll be outside when you’re done.”

Jungkook stands up, keeping the close proximity as he backs you into the wall of the cubicle. “Promise me something, Y/N.” He murmurs, tracing your jawline with his finger.

“What, kook?”

“I’ll always have you. No matter what.”

“Of course cringe ball.” You whisper.

He smiles then, relieving some of the tension in the air. His smile is infectious, you giggle back at him. When he looks at your lips, his smile fades, and your heart pounds in your ears. You can hear his shaky breath as he leans in, so slowly that it’s almost unnoticeable. Painfully slow. He stops, a hair away from your lips as they part.

“Kook-” You murmur.

At the sound of his nickname he wastes no more time. Bringing his lips to yours eagerly, one hand caressing your jaw whilst other rests above your hip. The kiss is passionate, his thigh pokes in between yours in an attempt to get as close to you as possible. You grant access to his tongue as it shyly asks for permission against your teeth. The feeling of your tongue against his seems to spur him on. He whimpers into your mouth, pressing his crotch against yours. You catch your breath as his mouth leaves yours, only to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “Kook...” You moan softly as he moves your top strap and sucks on your collarbone.

“Mmm?” He moves back to your mouth, kissing you deeply.

“We have to...choose...an outfit...” You breath in between kisses.

“Mmm, I know.” He pulls away from your lips, touching them with his finger. Then he steps back and grabs an outfit, including the t-shirt you chose. “I’ve chosen.”

“Did you try them on?”

“All except this.” He pulls the shirt over his head and looks in the mirror. “It’s fine. It’ll fit.” He pulls it back off and smirks when he catches you staring. He leans forward and kisses you on the nose. “Let’s go eat.”

You pick up the discarded clothes to return and he starts to help you. “That was hot.” He throws a smile in your direction.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a kink for public places I didn’t know about?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I guess you’ll find out all about my kinks.” He winks, pulling open the curtain. 

As you both leave the store with outfit for Taehyung, you check your phone.

{13:40pm} nina bean!: You tell me ;) x

Something tells you, you will.

After a full day of classes on Thursday, you and Nina meet and walk home together. She’s completely invested in your friendly sexual adventures, but decides to broach a different type of question.

“Did you always know you wanted Jungkook?”

“I didn’t always want him.” You correct her. “I always knew he was cute...well, more than cute, but who didn't? He’s been a great friend to me since we met...we’re just helping each other out.”

“Y/N, you just made out with your best friend, who was TOPLESS, let’s not forget. IN A CHANGING ROOM STALL. You’re telling me there was no spark? No passion? No...”

“I didn’t say that.” You hide a smirk as Nina squeals beside you, tugging your arm. 

“Oh yes! I can’t wait till you start dating. I can FINALLY double date with my bestie. There’s so many couples date ideas I want to try out with the four of us-”

“Who said I want to be in a couple?!” You gesture wildly. 

“Well what DO you say, Y/N? You just admitted that there was a spark.”

“There can be a spark in my situation.” You protest. “It passionate because it’s fun. I think he’s hot, he thinks I’m hot. We’re already comfortable with each other. It’s the perfect match.”

“Perfect match.” Nina pokes you.

“Nina! Are you not familiar with the term ‘FRIENDS with benefits’?”

“Yes, I am familiar.” Nina snaps. “Very familiar, actually.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow. It was a rare occurrence that you found something out about Nina that you didn’t already know.

“Oh, indeed.” She nods. “It was a disaster. I fell for him stupidly fast, and then he told me he was getting back with his ex and that was that. He’d been thinking of HER the entire time. Point is, it’s better to stick to the generic way of dating in this day and age, so you KNOW where his head is at. Trust me.”

“Yeah well, Jungkook is my best friend, he’s not thinking of anyone.” You tell her. 

“I know!” She nods. “Sorry. I don’t want to worry you. I just want you to be happy, like I am.”

“I am perfectly happy with my current relationship with Jungkook.” You reassure her.

She smiles, her eyes lighting up once the two of you reach your accommodation. “V!” She exclaims.

“Hey!” V holds a small bunch of flowers as he wraps his arms around his girlfriend. 

“What’s this? I thought I wasn’t seeing you until your party.” Nina blinks up at him.

“Yeah, about that. I wanted an afternoon with my girl before we get shit faced drunk with our friends. I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“V, you’re so cute!” Nina gasps. “I’m suppose to be spoiling you this week!”

“Hey, Y/N!” V ruffles your hair. “Mind if I steal your roommate?”

“Not at all.” You laugh.

“Oh, V, I’m not exactly ready for a dinner date.” Nina cups her own cheeks self consciously.

“You’re gorgeous.” He taps her nose. “Don’t be silly.”

Nina turns to you with the flowers in her grasp. “Can you put these in some water for me?”

“Sure.” You smile.

You watch them skip away, thoughts swirling. You couldn’t imagine Jungkook making a gesture like that. To another girl, yes, but to you? 

Who knows what you wanted anymore.

After dropping your bag on your bedroom floor, you decide to take a long hot shower. You step out to see a flash on your phone. 4 memes from Jungkook.

{16:44} y/n: thanks for the meme spam :’)

{16:45} jungkook: I should probably stop sitting in my towel scrolling through memes and get dressed lol I'm so relatable

{16:45} y/n: LMAO I’M DOING THE SAME THING RN

{16:45} jungkook: proof

Here comes that excitement in your stomach again, who cares if you weren’t in a proper relationship? Who cares if Jungkook’s feelings weren’t as intense as yours? Your relationship now was exhilarating. 

You let the towel drop from your body and glance at the mirror, your figure blurry with steam from the glass, but there’s enough to see what he wants to see, whilst leaving more to the imagination.

Snap.

You send the photo and put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, climbing into bed. The exhaustion of a day full of absorbing information comes crashing down.

{16:48} jungkook: fuck that’s sexy

{16:48} jungkook: wanna see me?

{16:48} y/n: yes please

{jungkook: Attachment 1 image}

You were right. This boy knows how to take nudes. He holds his dick in one hand, the camera settled into selfie mode to show his v line and tense stomach. You gasp quietly at how big he is. He sits on the side of the bath, his towel discarded beside him.

You move your panties aside and start rubbing in slow circles at the sight of him.

{16:50} y/n: i’m touching myself

{16:50} y/n: wow you’re so hard already

{16:50} jungkook: that’s what you do to me baby

{16:51} y/n: i want to send you something else

{16:51} jungkook: ?

You video yourself, sliding your finger up and down your clit, drawing the slick up to your stomach. You send it to him, giddy as a school girl. 

{16:52} jungkook: fuck

{16:52} jungkook: stop y/n

You feel your face heat up at his request. Was it too much? You look down at your pussy self consciously.

{16:53} jungkook: Can I come over?

You say yes.

Jungkook’s accommodation is a ten to fifteen walk away. You change into a thin vest top and sexier gym shorts despite the cold weather. You stand in front of the mirror, overthinking as per usual. Was it too try hard? He’s seen you in what you normally wear to chill and snack in after a day of classes, this was clearly for him. 

But you kind of liked that.

-

hi!!!! this is my first time writing in about 5 years o.O thanks for reading!!! i’m weak for best friend jungkook imagines so I thought i’d try and make one. LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2. 

<3 

[urbigbiddygothgf]

Cherry Vinyls

The soft stream of music flowing through the house was very relaxing. It made Roman's shoulders relax as he took feather light steps across the living room to his bedroom and walked over to his record player. He fingered through some albums as the stylus scratched lightly to indicate it was done. The vinyl was gently slipped back into it's sleeve and Roman maneuvered to place another one on the turntable. He gently placed down the stylus and turned the knob to put up the volume.

Paul Anka slowly filled the space and he sighed. His body did a little sway, then he did a tiny twirl before he collapsed on his bed. Roman had the house to himself, as his uncle and brother were out buying groceries. His eyes wandered from his sketchbook and back to the record player.

"Put your head on my shoulder.."

His mother's favorite. The record player belonged to his mother, and they would dance around the old house for hours. Listening to The Beatles, Elvis, they even owned some Disney vinyls. Roman smiled at the memories, he even chuckled at the memory where he was spinning Remus and accidentally let go, causing him to run into the corner of a wall and now he had a scar on his temple. He looked over at his desk, the picture of his mother and the twins at a bookstore/record shop. They were searching for a specific album, the one Roman was playing right now. The picture showed the two twins hunched over a box of sleeves, while their mother is searching another box next to them. Remus had found the album.

Roman smiled shyly, his eyes focused on his mother's kind smile. She was gorgeous. Her hair was wavy, and a nice golden brown. Her skin was tan, and her eyes were breathtaking. They were a rich forest green with specks of gold. She had freckles everywhere. Roman and Remus were her spitting image, and they were happy about it. Remus' eyes were more of a lime green, though.

He jumped a bit when he heard a 'ping' against his window. Roman raised a brow, but continued his sketch. Another 'ping', then another. Roman groaned as he got up and walked over to his window, looking through the glass. He slid his window up and looked out.

"Took you long enough!" Virgil yelled, huffing. Roman snickered at how annoyed Virgil seemed.

"Y'know the doorbell works, right? One day you're gonna shatter the window." Roman said, leaning on his elbow to hold his cheek. "Why are you here, anyways? Aren't you supposed to be with Logan?" Virgil shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I was walking by, thought I'd say hi. Your brother around?" Roman yelled back no.

"Oh, then when he comes back tell him I said hi and-," Virgil flipped off Roman. "Tell him I did this to," He stated, pointing at his hand. Roman giggled at Virgil's odd relationship with his brother, but nodded nonetheless.

"Will do. I'll see you, Virge."

"See ya, Princey." Virgil winked and ran down the sidewalk, turning the corner and out of Roman's sight. He must've been running late because they could talk for hours like that. They've been best friends since third grade, and they've always enjoyed each other's company. Even though they're quite opposite. He took in the scent of pollen, and shut his window. Stupid allergies.

The stylus scratched against the record and Roman walked over to replace the record with a different one. He flipped through the box of sleeves as he heard the sound of more rocks being thrown against his window. He glanced over his shoulder to see the pebbles striking his window.

"I swear he's gonna break my damn window.." Roman walked over and slid his window open. When he ducked his head out, his eyes widened.

"Ethan?" Roman whispered as he looked out over the boy facing his window.

Ethan gave Roman a tiny wave. "Ro! Sorry for just showing up, and the whole rock and window thing, but I need your help with something. Can I come inside?" He called out. Roman took notice of the guitar strap around Ethan's chest and torso, also his school bag. His cheeks heated at the thought of Ethan in his room and playing the guitar.

"Make yourself comfortable. Sorry, I didn't expect any guest.." Roman mumbled as he picked up some wadded pieces of paper around his room.

"Well I'm sorry for showing up unexpectedly, I just knew you would be able to help me with something." Ethan smiled as he rummaged through his backpack. Roman continued to clean as much as he can as Ethan pulled out his music binder. "Remus says you play guitar?"

"Amongst other things, yes." Roman said as he sat down on his bed, legs crossed. "You need help with your guitar?"

"Not really, I just need your ears to get a second opinion on a 'song' I made. It isn't much. Do you mind?" He pointed towards the bed. Roman nodded.

Ethan took a seat on the bed, legs hanging over as the guitar rested on his thighs. He took in a deep breath, and relaxed his shoulders. "Just.. be honest with me? But like, not to honest, I'm sensitive." Roman giggled at his comment. Ethan's cheeks heated up at the beautiful sound. He stared at Roman's rosy cheeks, and his dust of freckles. He gulped as he quickly looked down to check his fingerings.

"Got it, Ethan." Roman winked after he stopped giggling. He scooted closer to where they were five inches apart and ushered for him to go.

Some chords were picked softly in a continuous pattern, the same four notes being played. Then it jumped into a nice rift, and Roman's eyes fluttered shut. He swayed softly as it jumped back into the four notes, and he felt relaxed.

Then it all stopped. He opened his eyes to see Ethan staring at him with questioning eyes. "What do you think? Is it too.. bland? Should I add more... 'flare', as you like to say?" He asked. He noticed the hint of insecurity in Ethan's voice, and placed his hand over his.

"I think it's just wonderful." Roman smiled, giving the other's hand a nice squeeze. Ethan's cheeks heated, and he quickly averted his gaze down towards Roman's fluffy white carpet. "Have anything else to play for me?"

"Um, no. Sorry, I'm new to this." Ethan mumbled as he slipped off the guitar strap. "That's all I have for now."

"For now?" He snickered. "Well, I can't wait for another private concert," Roman winked. Ethan smiled shyly.

"Well, I can't wait to perform for you." Ethan mumbled.

Roman smiled as he lead Ethan onto his feet. The boy's eyes widened as he was pulled over to the record player. Roman dropped his hand to flip through the box of sleeves, pulling out a specific sleeve. The vinyl was pulled out and placed onto the turntable, the stylus lowering slowly.

"May I?" Roman held out a hand, Ethan staring at it with a flushed face. The intense blush made his birthmark pop. Yet, nonetheless, he slowly extended his hand towards Roman.

His hand fell into Roman's, his other hand went on Roman's shoulder, while the other boy's hand went onto Ethan's waist. "Just don't step on my toes please? I don't have any shoes on." Roman chuckled.

"Uh, yeah, okay." Ethan muttered under his breath as Roman started to lead them off. The music filled the room, yet it wasn't loud enough to stop Ethan from hearing his own heartbeat.

"Are you a fan of Patience and Prudence? I can listen to their music for hours.." Roman sighed happily.

Ethan kept his lips sealed in fear he would spill something he didn't want to come out. He settled for a nod instead. They continued to dance for another minute or two, and Ethan's heart settled.

"My honey, I know.."

"Wow, you're a natural at dancing. Maybe one day you can be my partner on stage, wouldn't that be a sight." Roman chuckled as he sent Ethan into a twirl, pulling him flush against his body. The boy stared up into Roman's eyes with such passion, and Roman had no clue. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful as they continued to sway.

"But tonight.."

Ethan got onto his tippy toes and leaned forward.

"You belong.. to me-"

Roman gasped at Ethan's lips against his.

"Just to lil old me.."

@lostonehero

If there are any typos/grammatical errors/etc. please inform me and I will fix it immediately. Hope you enjoyed!

[deniigi]

Could I bother you for any sad or cute foggy/Matt headcannons for any of your verses? I just love them so much ❤️

Hi anon!

You’ve really done it now lol. I don’t have headcanons rn, but I do have some scraps from a couple of different fics that haven’t made the cut for you.

I’ll pick one from each category, I think? It’s gonna be a long post friends! Sorry mobile users ❤

Inimitable: Foggy is homesick.

It was a busy night. A fun night. And when everyone had gone back home, the house felt so quiet and empty that Foggy almost wanted them back.

He pressed the bridge of his nose into Matt’s warm back and breathed through the heartache. Matt caught his hands and squeezed them and then rolled over so that Foggy was pressing his face against the center of his chest.

“I miss home,” Foggy admitted to that chest. Right to Matt’s heart. Where home had always been hiding.

“Me too,” Matt said.

“I miss our families.”

“Me too.”

“I’m not ready to go back yet. I don’t want to lose you again. I always lose you to the city.”

Matt’s chest expanded as he breathed in, and he cupped hand behind Foggy’s head. Pulled him in closer. Impossibly close.

“You are my home,” he said. “And you can’t lose me to the city anymore, ‘cause I have better things to protect than the concrete and glass in ten fucking blocks.”

Foggy was gonna cry.

“I wanna go home,” he hiccuped.

“Two years,” Matt said out of nowhere. “Why don’t we try for two more years? And if we still want to go home, we’ll go home.”

Two years.

“I love you,” he sniffed into Matt’s sternum. “I love you so much. Thank you.”

Matt squirmed down to that he could press his scratchy cheek into Foggy’s. So that they could share some tears.

“Don’t thank me for being selfish,” he said. “This benefits me, after all. Dave’s doing a shit job out there, bless him.”

Foggy laughed.

“You just said—”

“I ain’t promised shit. Just because I got better things to protect don’t mean I got the sense to.”

He couldn’t stop laughing.

This fucking guy.

“Gonna give me an aneurysm.”

“Ehn. I’ll dig out the helmet.”

“Oh god, not the helmet. I thought we moved past the horns.”

“Oh, but they’re so cute. You called them cute—are you telling me you’re a liar, Mr. Nelson?”

“Yeah, 100%.”

“Wow. Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“What do you think—”

“We do not need another puppy, Matthew. For fuck’s sake. Alright, moment over. You’ve ruined it. Go to sleep, you fucking asshole.”

Matt’s laugh would fill that hole in his heart for now.

 Earth-65: Murderdock used to self-harm

Matt had scars across his ribs and back in patterns which looked like palm fronds laid over each other. These, Foggy was not allowed to touch.

He was allowed to snake his fingers up Matt’s hips. To skirt them across the mostly smooth skin that stretched from the peak of his hip to the bottom of his ribcage. He was allowed to sink his thumbs into that skin and to press and pull and knead.

He was not allowed to nip or bite any of that expanse.

Teeth were allowed in the juncture of Matt’s thigh and pelvis. They were allowed to graze his collarbones and shoulders. They were most welcome up at the top of his throat, where they could elicit both soft sighs and harsh breathing.

But they and all fingers were to steer clear of the palm fronds.

Foggy asked once where the fronds came from and got nothing.

He asked where the lines across Matt’s belly came from and was given an image in the form of a knife. He asked about the gnarled knot just right of Matt’s navel and learned the caliber of the gun which had fired a bullet into that place. He asked about the row of lines that crawled up Matt’s knee and learned of a fight gone south and a man twice Matt’s size dropping his weight on that twisted kneecap.

He asked of some fronds on Matt’s thighs and his face was brought up, up, up all the way for a kiss.

Matt didn’t say, but he kissed and told.

Those textured gills left a special ache in Foggy’s throat. 

Electric Sheep: Clint thinks Matt’s name is Foggy because that’s all he ever seems to say or want when his processor is compromised.

Foggy wanted his suit and the earpiece back. He did his weird half-breathing thing when Clint put them in a box while on the phone.

He shushed the bot and gave him his hand to hold instead.

This brought on curiosity.

“Foggy?” Foggy asked the hand.

“No, that’s you,” Clint told him, willing Barnes to pick up his damn phone already. “I’m Clint, remember?”

“Pilot.”

“No, Clint.”

“Pilot.”

“No, no. Clint. Can you say ‘lint?’”

“Affirmative.”

“Okay, so say ‘lint.’ But put a ‘c’ on the front of it.”

“Affirmative.”

“No, buddy. Say it.”

“It.”

“Oh my god,” Clint breathed as deeply as he could.

“Not quite,” a voice said in his ear.

“Oh, thank god,” Clint amended. “JB, I fucked up. I need your help.”

In Technicolor: Foggy’s going behind Matt’s back to make friends with Sister Maggie

“Franklin, I’m disappointed in you,” Mom lectured with hands on her hips for the second time in one day.

Foggy gave Brett a look which promised pain and mass embarrassment at the next possible moment.

“You,” he said, “Are a snitch. That’s why the night crew won’t tell you shit, Mahoney.”

“Foggy!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Foggy said to Mom. “Sorry, Bess. It’s cool, me and Sister Maggie are building bridges. We’re like this.”

He showed Mom twisted fingers.

“Does Matthew know you’re talking to her?” Mom demanded.

Foggy scowled.

“Franklin.”

“Yes and no,” Foggy admitted. “But he’s chill with Karen and her talking, so what’s the big deal if it’s me instead of Karen, huh?”

Mom stared his optimism into the dirt.

“It is one thing for women to discuss these things, Franklin, it is another for a man to insert himself into the conversation,” she said.

Foggy scowled harder.

“Okay, so first of all, gender is a construct, so jot that down, and second of all—”

Brett was ending this interaction before Fogs lost all of his dignity in one fell swoop.

“He’s gonna fess up and apologize, Ma,” he said over Foggy’s noise-making. “Aren’t you?” He stared pointedly at the guy.

Foggy grumbled.

“I don’t see why—”

“Aren’t you, Foggy?”

Foggy grumbled harder, then pouted.

“I guess,” he groaned.

And one last one for now. This is actually a tiny piece of an AU I started where Foggy is a grim reaper and Matt becomes one of the spirits he’s supposed to shepherd. Unfortunately, Matt is bad at being shepherded. I dropped it, but I’m kind of charmed by it still, so here, have a preview:

“Hello?” he said.

“Hi,” Foggy responded. “Matt Murdock?”

Matt tipped his head around, searching for the source of the sound.

“That’s me,” he said.

“Glad to hear it. My name’s Franklin Nelson, I’m your reaper. Can you confirm your address for me?” Foggy said.

Matt cocked his head the other way.

“Beg your pardon?” he said.

Foggy berated himself for assuming that Matt would remember anything prior to his ordeal.

“Nelson,” he repeated. “Franklin Nelson. You’ve switched sides, my man. Welcome to the other side of humanity; I’m your reaper—think of me as your case worker. I keep track of you until you’re ready to pass on for good.”

Matt stared past him and blinked.

“I’m not fucking dead,” he decided was the appropriate response to that explanation.

“I noticed,” Foggy said. “Also noticed that I didn’t say ‘dead,’ I said ‘turned.’ We got a different division for reapers for dead folks. You gotta have a certain presence for it, which I have been told I am lacking.”

Matt’s forehead creased as he processed that. Then he finally, finally seemed to hear the insults. He started moving his head all around as though following the echoes.

“Is that Dad?” he asked.

Mmmmmmm.

“We were hoping that you could tell us that,” Brett said. “I’ve got a report here from—”

“Are you a cop?” Matt asked.

Brett took a moment.

“Detective,” he said. “But—”

“There are reaper-cops?” Matt asked Foggy’s way.

“There are reapers of every kind you can imagine,” Foggy said. “It’s far less glamourous than you think.”

Matt furrowed his brow at that and went back to following his father’s voice bouncing around the room. Brett looked pointedly at Foggy in a ‘that’s your client’ type of way.

Foggy sighed.

“Mr. Murdock,” he said. “Your father has been possessed by—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Matt interrupted.

Foggy felt like his tongue was glued to the top of his mouth.

“You know?” he said.

“That’s not my dad,” Matt sighed. He patted at his chest and made a sound of disgust at the clothes he was wearing.

“Where—do you know where your dad is then?” Foggy asked.

Matt tsked.

“He should be trying to deal with our devil,” he said.

There was a pregnant pause.

“I got bad news for you, bud,” Foggy said.

Matt sent a boiling face just past him.

“That’s not our devil,” he said. “It’s a devil. Not a demon. They’re different. Ours has been in the family for ages. I know it and I know Dad. That’s how I know that thing’s not either of them.”

That’s it for now friend! I hope this brings you pain/joy whatever it is you’re looking for!

[talpup]

Erase the Shadow: 15

So I got what I consider good news from my Doctor today.  He wants to make a case study of me.  Yes, I might being a boring introvert that might one day be a bionic woman with all my joints replaced; but at least doctors find me interesting.  LOL.  The study might not mean much for me directly; but it might help other doctors better understand and treat patients with both hEDS and RA, and other illnesses caused by what I call the two big bads. Considering I’ve seen doctors who literally had to look up what hEDS is, this is something I see as a BIG win.  So here I am wanting to celebrate with you all but updating my three main fics.  Apologies to Erase the Shadow readers, I don’t have a lot for you; I promise I’m not drawing out the AizawaxReaderxMic smut scene to tease.  Anyway, here you all go.  I hope these updates can share a portion of my happiness with you.

Summary: Despite sharing dreams with Teris for as long as he can remember, Aizawa Shouta never believed in soulmates.  That was until he met Teris in the real world on his first day at UA.  Trouble is, Teris doesn’t know anything about their shared dreams.  And the one time Shouta tried to tell her, he nearly lost her completely.

Five years after graduating from UA, Shouta still believes Teris is his soulmate.  But things have only gotten worse.  Teris moved to another town shortly after graduation.  And now she’s dating his best friend Yamada Hizashi.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22027552/chapters/55634086

If you enjoyed reading this at all please comment and let me know. Since I post for free, think of it as nice way of leaving a tip.  And since comments are the only thing that encourages me to keep editing and posting, it’s also a benefit for you.

Thank you to those who have left hearts.  And a VERY special thank you to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They REALLY mean a lot.

As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship.  Also for them helping plot bunny this story out and proofreading most of this chapter before its posting.  This fic was my personal guilty pleasure, and without them never be getting posted.

15.1

As many times as Shouta had been, and even stayed over at Hizashi's, he had never been in the man’s bedroom.  Where once he may have looked about the space in interest, right now his attention was solely focused on Teris.

Hizashi was kissing her, the two standing at the foot of the bed.

His best friend pulled away from the love of his life and gave him an impish, knowing smirk.

“So you decided to stay and join us.  Come on in, Shou.  Don’t be shy. We’re all friends here.  Aren’t we, Baby?”  Hizashi turned back to Teris, licking at her lips.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?”  Shouta asked, eyes on Teris.

“I wouldn’t have invited you in here if I weren’t.”  Hizashi grinned through gritted teeth.

Shouta's gaze flicked to Hizashi.  “I wasn’t talking to you.”  He looked back at Teris.  “Are you alright with this?”

“Of course she is.”

“Shut up and let her answer.”

“Wow!” Hizashi blinked.  “You’re making me start to wonder about this myself, Shou.  Here I am graciously giving you both what you want and what thanks do I get?  You snap at me.”

Shouta stepped toward the other man, bristling.  “Giving?  Teris isn’t yours to give. She’s her own person.  And if you really loved her you wouldn’t be--”

Shouta stopped and exhaled, releasing his building anger.

It was clear that Hizashi didn’t love her.  If he did he wouldn’t be offering to share her like this.  If he and Teris were together Shouta never would have so much as consider such a thing as this. But he and Teris weren’t together.  And if she stayed with Hizashi even after their feelings for each other had been made clear, who knew how long it would be before they did get together.

Hizashi’s hands tightened around Teris’ waist.  “You have no idea what real love is and what I would do for it.”

Shouta stared at the floor, afraid he had ruined this chance.  “I just want to make sure Teris is okay with this.”

Hizashi stepped back from her.  “Well, Babe?  Spotlight’s on you.  You’re center stage with two guys watching and wanting.  What’ll it be, Ris Wren? Will you let us make you sing?  Let me give you what you want?  And don’t pretend you don’t want him.  I saw that near kiss in front of our building.”

Shouta's head snapped up.

Teris’ eyes widened.  “Zashi… I--”

Hizashi held up a hand and stepped back to her.  “No need to say anything, Babe. Scratch that.  Tell, Shou, that you want this and let us please you. I promise we’ll give you the ride of you life, Sweet One. Well,” he chuckled, lifting a shrugging shoulder, “I will.  I can’t vouch for Shouta.”

“Zashi!”

Hizashi smiled, glad to have lightened the mood enough to get an embarrassed scolding out of her.

“Well, I did hype him pretty good calling him a beast an’ all.  Now it’s up to Shou to live up to it.”  Hizashi said, still clinging to the small hope that his friend would be so terrible that Teris would forget all about him.

Shouta swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Now that Hizashi mentioned it, Shouta wondered if he would be able to please her.  He had watched Teris please herself enough times in their dreams that he knew what it took to get her off; but watching and doing were two very different things.

If he couldn’t even kiss her a third time without smacking his face into hers, what blunders would he make having actual, real life sex for the first time?  He didn’t want to screw this up.

It was bad enough that their first time together would include Hizashi. But he still wanted it to be special.  Memorable.  Well if he messed up and made a total fool of himself it would certainly be that.

Hizashi pressed up against her. “Gonna need an answer, Baby.  What’ll it be?”  His lips grazed up the line of her neck.  “Are you gonna let me do this for ya?  Or are you gonna keep on feeling guilty about wantin’ Shouta?  The secret's out, Ris.  And here I am, being understanding an’ offering you a chance at what you want.”

“Zashi, I’m--”

He gripped her hips and pressed his thigh between her legs. “Don’t say you’re sorry, Baby. We’re way passed that. Just give me an honest answer.  Do you wanna fuck Shouta?”

Teris wanted so much more with Shouta that just sex.  She wanted to be with him.  But she was with Hizashi.  And Hizashi constantly proved himself to be an amazing, wonderful, near perfect boyfriend that she felt stupid and terrible for even thinking about his best friend.

She looked at Hizashi mournfully.  “Yes.”

Hizashi cupped her face, thumb wiping away the lone tear that had fallen from its banks.  “It’s okay, Ris Wren.  You deserve to be happy.”

I just wish that I alone was enough to make you happy, he thought.

“You did good, Babe.”  He kissed the heated apple of her cheek and turned to Shouta.  “Answer enough for you?”

Shouta nodded.

“Then get over here and let’s rock my girls world.”

Hizashi’s cock stirred in his pants while he watched Shouta and Teris kiss. Much as he didn’t like Shouta touching his girl like that, he couldn’t help but find the image a bit hot.

The way Shouta made his girl mewl and moan.  The way Teris’ body squirmed and tried to press even closer into Shouta's.  This was how she looked with him.  And it was a beautiful, seductive sight.

Hizashi pressed up behind her, grinding his half hard cock against her ass. The friction and feel of her sent him to straining at full mast in an instant.

“Fuck, Baby.  You look so good kissing Shou like that.”  He pulled her hips back against him.  “Bet you’d look even better with him kissin’ that pretty pussy of yours.”

A low, hungry rumble sounded from Shouta's chest.

“You like that idea, do you, Shou?”

“Yes.” Shouta answered his friend, sandwiching Teris’ body between his and Hizashi's.

Teris gasped.

Shouta's teeth grazed her neck and sunk in, lips sealing over to suck.

Her head fell back against Hizashi's chest.

Hizashi tilted her chin up, licking and kissing at her lips.  “You wanna let Shouta see how good you taste, Baby?  Hear just how well you can sing?”

Just the thought of Hizashi's words made Shouta press his aching cock against her.

Teris’ nails dug into Shouta's clothed shoulder.

“Yes.” She said in response to Hizashi's question and Shouta's action.

“Good girl.”  Hizashi gave her another kiss.  His eyes met Shouta's over her shoulder.

After years of friendship, Shouta understood Hizashi’s silent instruction.

The two men moved as one.

Shouta tugged up her shirt.

Hizashi undid her jeans.

Kissing her again, Shouta's hand wrapped around to the closure of her bra.

Hizashi pulled down her pants and panties in one fell swoop.

Teris squealed.

“I won.”  Hizashi declared.

“It wasn’t a game.”  Shouta frowned.

“Only loser's claim that, Shou.”

“Zashi.” Teris chided.

“What? Life’s a game, Babe. One I fully intend on winning.  Especially when it’s gotta do with my girl.”  He smirked at his friend. “You need some help with that, Shou?”

“Ha!” Shouta barked in victory, his fingers finally successful in unhooking Teris’ bra.

Hizashi raised an eyebrow.

Shouta ducked his head, cursing the small hook and eyes.

He should've figured there was a reason why the boys back in UA talked about practicing undoing girls bras.  He was a grown fucking man.  He should be able to smoothly do these things.  Or at least not act like winning the struggle with the damned thing was such an achievement.

“If your that excited about getting off her bra, just wait till you actually get her off.”  Hizashi teased.

Shouta felt the heat of his blush reach his ears.

“I find it refreshing.”  Teris said, blushing just as deeply as Shouta.

She almost called it cute, but thought better of it.  Instead she swallowed her own nerves and sought to take Shouta's mind off the minor fumbling.

Shouta's head lifted.  He swallowed, watching the straps of the bra slide down Teris’ arm.

Teris took in a fortifying breath.  Even though they had come this far and this was the last article of clothing, it still felt like a protecting piece.

What if Shouta didn’t like what he saw?  What if he took one look at her and changed his mind?  There were far prettier women.  Delphin alone was--

“You’re… beautiful.”  Shouta breathed, dark eyes taking in her uncovered breasts.

Shit, Shouta.  Talk to the woman, not her tits, he silently scolded.

He forced his gaze to meet hers.  “You’re beautiful, Teris.”

“Why don’t you step back and get a proper look, Shou.”  Hizashi suggested.

Shouta did exactly that, sucking in a breath at Teris’ exposed lower half. How had he forgotten Hizashi had taken her bottoms off?

“My girl’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“Perfect.” Shouta muttered, eyes pulling over her.

Embarrassed, Teris moved to cover herself with her hands.

“Nope. No covering yourself up, Baby.”

Hizashi stepped toward her, hand reaching for her arm; but before he reached her, Shouta clasped her hand.

“Don’t hide yourself.  Please.”  Shouta's other hand lifted.  “You’re so beautiful, Teris.”

At the last moment, he lost his nerve.  His lifting hand lifting further to cup her face instead of her breast.  He kissed her, groaning when she wrapped her arms around his neck, bare chest pressing into his covered one.

Wonderful as it was, it wasn’t enough.  He needed to feel her.

Shouta pulled back and tore his shirt off over his head, dropping it blindly to the floor.

He was pressed back against her in an instant, his mouth and hands on her.  His lips left hers and trail a line down her neck to her chest.  Pulling off her just a fraction, Shouta's eyes opened and lifted to hers. The line of his lips twitched marginally upward when he found her staring down at him.

Mouth right in front of a pert nipple, Shouta blew a cool, teasing breath. His eyes flicked back down, watching the little bud harden further. He lightly rubbed the stubble of his chin over the dark peak, gauging her response.

Teris tugged at his hair, back instinctively arching. “Shou…”

Shouta hummed, loving the feel of her hips dancing beneath his hands.  He took her nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking and rolling against it.

“Shou!” Teris breathed.

Shouta pulled off her, standing back to his full height.  His mouth once again sought hers.  Arms wrapped around her, he lifted her into the air.

Teris squeaked, legs wrapping around his waist.

Hizashi watched his best friend lay his girlfriend out on the bed.

A wave of feral jealousy rushed through him.  He wanted to pull Shouta off her.  To yell and kick him out.  But as he watched Teris kiss and touch Shouta in return, he was reminded of why he was doing this.

He would lose Teris to Shouta if he didn’t share her; and what he said about games and winning had been true.  Love was the greatest, most satisfying game life had to offer.  And now that he had won and claimed his long time love, he wasn’t about to lose her.  He would do anything to keep her.  Even if it meant sharing her with Shouta.

Shaking away his possessiveness, Hizashi pulled off his shirt and leapt into bed.

He was Yamada Hizashi.  UA teacher.  Voice Hero.  Star Radio Host, DJ and Emcee extraordinaire.  He had five older sisters.  He’d seen all sorts of lingerie drip drying in the bathroom long before Shouta even knew what a bra was. He knew all about women.  More than that, after three years with Teris, he knew all about her.  He knew all her spots and what treatment to give them to made her sing any tune he wished. Shouta couldn’t outshine him.  Aizawa had nothing on him.

He sat back against the headboard, pulling Teris up and back against him.  “Shouta and I are gonna show you a real good time, Babe.  But first, you’re gonna let him have a taste.  Yeah.”

“Zashi…” Teris squirmed in his arms.

Lips against her ear, Hizashi bucked his erection against her ass. “Come on, Baby.  Open those pretty legs and let Shouta show you what he can do.”

Hizashi's sharp green eyes locked on his friend in challenge.  He hooked his legs over Teris’ and pulled them open.

Shouta's teeth pressed together at the sudden discomfort in Teris.  This wasn’t how he wanted his first, or any time with his Love to be.

A bit of nervousness and uncertainty was to be expected with anything new; but discomfort, that was unacceptable.

“Let her legs go, Yamada.  ...Please.”

Hizashi didn’t miss the shiver that went up Teris’ spine.  Though he couldn’t say whether it was from the deep, gravel of Shouta’s voice, or the order he gave before he remembered his place.  Possibly it was both.

Hizashi's grin tightened, but he slowly unhooked his legs from Teris’.

Shouta was heartened and relieved when she didn’t snap her legs closed.

Instead Teris relaxed, stretching them out on either side of Shouta’s kneeling frame.

Hizashi nuzzled her neck, and Teris relaxed further, leaning back into him and tilting her head to the side.

Hizashi's full grinned returned at that.  He shot Shouta a look, as if to remark at how good and compliant his girl was.

Shouta watched the two a moment.

This was the first time he had ever found the sight more stirring than upsetting.  He still didn’t like Hizashi's hands and mouth on her; but being involved and able to touch and kiss her himself certainly eased the boiling jealousy.

The tips of Shouta's fingers run up her calf.

Teris jerk, goosebumps prickling her skin.

“Ticklish.” Shouta smirked, finger trailing down and wrapping around her ankle.

“Oh, yeah!”  Hizashi beamed, lifting off of her neck.  “My girl likes a firm touch.  She even likes it rough and nasty.”  He grabbed her hair and tugged her head back.  “Don’t ya, Baby?”

“Zashi…” Teris glanced at Shouta and tried to her face in Hizashi neck.

“Aw, Baby!  Don’t be embarrassed!”  Hizashi kissed her head and pet her hair.  “Maybe go a bit easy on her though, Shou.  It’s not just your first time here.  My girl’s never had a threesome before.  Have you, Baby?”

Teris shook her head, heated face still buried in Hizashi's neck.

She had never wished Hizashi to shut up more than she did right now.  This was different and embarrassing enough as it was.  She didn’t need her boyfriend’s teasing encouragement and constant comments.

As if in answer to her silent plea, Hizashi's phone rang.

“Shit!” Hizashi lifted his butt off the bed, pulling out his phone.  “This is the big, big boss that owns the station.  They said he would be callin’ but I didn’t…”  He urged Teris to sit up and followed suit, getting out of bed.  “I gotta take this.  Keep things simmering but don’t do the do without me.”

Hizashi's more professional greeting voice dimmed as the bedroom door was closed, leaving Shouta and Teris alone together.

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The Day The 104th Cadet Corps Ended Up In Therapy

So this is for eruri week prompt 3, Only One Bed!  This one is very silly.  ---- “Commander?”  Eren called, knocking firmly on the door with his boot as his hands were currently overladen with books.  “Oi.”  Eren’s blood ran cold and a shiver sent its way involuntarily down his spine.  He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Levi, who had spotted him from across the hall. “Don’t fucking kick Erwin’s door, show some damn respect.”

“S-sorry!” Eren muttered, wondering if he was supposed to knock with his head instead, but deciding that it was probably best not to ask. Erwin diffused the tension quite nicely by opening the door for the lad, and smiled at him pleasantly.  “That’s great Eren, thank you for getting my books.  You can just put them on my desk, please.” Eren smiled and nodded, placing the books down and trying his best to avoid running into Levi, who had followed him into Erwin’s chambers.  He didn’t mind doing little errands like this for the commander; he suspected it was a little difficult for him to do things on his own now that he’d lost his arm.  Erwin was looking at him expectantly, a polite expression on his face.  Eren shifted on the balls of his feet, his eyes darting between the commander and the captain, not really sure what to do. “That will be all, Eren.  Thank you.”  “O-of course!”  Eren saluted awkwardly, valiantly, and backed out of the room as fast as he could.  He trotted down the halls until he was back within the safe confines of the cadet barracks, surrounded by his friends. “Eren?”  Armin asked gently.  “Are you alright?  You look a little frazzled.” “Oh.”  He smiled, a touch of a blush darkening his cheeks.  “Yeah, I just had to do an errand for the commander.”  He paused, his brows furrowing.  “Hm.” “What’s the matter?”  Armin sat down beside him. “I just… captain Levi was there, you know?” Armin looked confused.  “Yeah…?  He’s there most of the time, isn’t he?” “Well yeah, it’s just--” “They share a room, right?”  Jean called from his bed.  “It’s not unusual to bump into them together.” “Well yes but-- I mean…”  Eren’s ears were red and he was looking at the ground.  “I just realized, there’s only one bed.”  A palpable silence fell over the cadets, and someone audibly swallowed.  “Well… okay… but… like…”  Connie rubbed the back of his head. “That doesn’t necessarily mean anything, does it?  I mean captain Levi sleeps in a chair most of the time when I’ve seen him; he probably just… like… sits there and…” “And watches Erwin sleep?”  Sasha added helpfully, grinning broadly.  “I can’t believe I never noticed before!  They’re totally porking.” “Eugh!  Sasha don’t be disgusting.”  Eren wondered if he could possibly blush any deeper.  “They’re not… I mean commander Erwin is definitely not like that and--” “Like what? Definitely doesn’t like the feeling of a big, pulsating dick right up against his thigh?”  She was practically drooling.   “Doesn’t like the way captain Levi’s ass tastes first thing in the--?”  “Sasha!”  Eren was covering his ears and shaking his head.   “No! No he most certainly is not like that!”  “I dunnoooo!”  Her voice was lilting.  “They sure spend a lot of time togetherrrrr!” Eren threw a pillow at her, and that was the end of that.  ** Erwin was laying on the bed comfortably, reading one of the books which Eren had brought him. “You done with that page?”  Levi asked, curled up against his chest. “Yes Levi.”  There was a smile in his voice. “Okay.”  Levi turned the page for him, a little habit they’d gotten into ever since Erwin had lost his arm.  “Thanks, love.”  Erwin murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.  “S’fine.”  He nosed into Erwin’s chest, obviously a little restless from watching Erwin read for the past half hour.  “It’s fuckin’ awkward to have to work with so many teenagers.’  He said eventually.  “Did you see his eyes bug out of his head before?  Bet he was thinking about how many ways I’ve fucked you on this bed, shit.  Probly furiously whacking off as we speak.” Erwin laughed hard enough that it jostled Levi out of his comfortable resting position, and the captain glowered up at the commander.  “I don’t know about that.” Erwin said with a smile.  “How many years have we been together now, five?  Most people don’t figure it out.”  “Yeah well, most people are fucking idiots.”  Levi grumbled, nipping at Erwin’s throat.  “Why don’t you give em something to talk about, Erwin?  Fuck me so hard that the bed breaks.  Fuck me til those smelly brats can hear me scream when I cum.  Bite my neck and fuckin’ carve your name inside my body so that no one will ever wonder about us again.”  Levi was getting a bit frisky, and he straddled Erwin’s hips to look into his eyes.  “Fuck me Erwin.  Fuck me right now.” The walls were terribly thin, but of course Erwin obliged because he was a perfect gentleman.  ** “Uhh….”  Connie’s face was red. “Um…”  Mikasa could scarcely speak.  “Goodness.”  There was sweat pouring down Armin’s face.  “That… um… wow.”  “He’s… got a lot of stamina for an older guy.”  Eren eventually managed, though he couldn’t look away from his hands.  “Good… good for him.” “Yeah.”  Everyone agreed without making eye contact.  “Great.” The next staff meeting was really awkward, although Erwin never said anything about it.  The end.

(Ending image ganked from https://myreadingmanga.info/gitogito-meganedan-goddamn-aramaki-shingeki-no-kyojin-dj-my-little-little-cat-eng/)

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Cleared for Duty - Chapter 3

Have you read chapter two?

Chap Summary:  After a chat with Steve, Bucky tortures himself over Edwards’ assessment.  A chance encounter and some eavesdropping gives Bucky some answers but there’s yet more misunderstanding. Will Bucky ever overcome his over self-loathing, and get a grip on himself?

Warnings:  There’s a lot of angst, self-loathing and emotional beratement on Bucky’s part.  Bucky is getting over his past traumas.

Shoe’s on the Other Foot

“You really hurt her, Buck.” Steve rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward with a disappointed expression.

He’d come to my room for a beer and a chat about the possibility of me becoming a more active member of the team, but he’d quickly diverged from that topic onto a one I really didn’t want to entertain.

I sighed and shook my head. If I didn’t respond then it wasn’t a conversation.

Dr Edwards had walked out of the sparring suite on her own two feet, without assistance.  I know she had.  I checked the footage.

A large ball of guilt hung in my gut so I’d watched the recording just to torture myself some more. Yeah, I’d fucked up.  I knew it, Steve knew it, the whole compound knew it. Stark was furious, calling for me to be sent back to Wakanda.  Jokes of Manchurian Candidate aside, he probably wanted to put me back on ice. It wasn’t a bad idea, in fact it was a pretty good one.  Smart. The problem was, there was no helping me while I was under.  Steve wouldn’t allow it.

“Bucky?”

I looked up, glaring at my friend.  I hated that I put him in this position but also hated that he was laying a guilt trip like this on me.  Like I didn’t feel bad enough.

“Whatever it is between you two, you at least owe her an apology.”

He was right, I did. But that didn’t change the fact that seeing her was the last thing I wanted in the whole world right now.

“Have you seen the medical report?”

There was a medical report? Did I beat her that badly?

“Broken ribs, Bucky.” Steve sighed heavily before continuing. “Bruises all over her body.  She’s lucky you didn’t-.”

“Kill her?”  I snapped.  “She gave as good as she got, Steve.  I don’t have bruises to show for it but she was more than capable of defending herself.”

His frown was deep.

“I’ve seen the suit data, yeah, I know she put the hurt on you man, but she’s just a normal person, no serum, no powers, no nothing.”  He seemed to sympathise but it was short-lived.  “Her suit data on the other hand…”

“Just stop, okay.”  I leaned back against the chair and rubbed my hands down my face.  This was painful enough.  My own anguish plus the extra guilt Steve was laying on me.  “I know I fucked up.  I’m not saying it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t take it back, there’s no rewind on this shit.  It’s done.”

“You could say sorry.”

“What’s sorry gonna do, Steve?  She won’t accept it anyway, she hates me, more now than ever.”

“Just talk to her.” Steve stood, putting his unfinished beer on the occasional table.  This was him saying ‘apologise or else’, whatever the ‘or else’ would be.

After Steve left, I paced in my room.  I’d been hiding out in here for a couple of days after the assessments, not wanting to see anyone.  Steve had been my only visitor and I didn’t know whether that was because he’d told everyone to give me space or if they were too pissed off with me to bother checking in.  Either way, I’d worked myself up to a guilty crescendo only made worse by Steve dropping the broken ribs bombshell on me.

“FRIDAY?”

“How may I help you, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Are Monday’s combat assessment files sealed, or can I view them?”

“Yes to both.”

He could almost sense the amusement in her disembodied voice.  Curse Tony for making these A.I. things too human.

“Explain.”

“The files are sealed but as an active member of the assessment team, Sergeant Barnes, you have full access to all data, footage and results from the non-enhanced team assessments.”

“What about medical?”

“That is included in the data, sir.”

Had Steve known I’d look into it after he’d told me what I’d done to her?  Or had he forgot that I had been given access?

“FRIDAY, show me the files from my session with Dr Edwards.”

“Preparing…”  She said before light from above beamed a virtual display right in front of me.

It was all there; video, audio, suit data, energy outputs, efficiency readings, contact stats, medical, assessment result, recommendations for any further action.  I swiped at the medical file, though maybe I should have worked my way up to it.

The report was easy enough to read, two broken ribs on her left side.  I’d done that with my own flesh and bone, not the prosthetic.  Extensive bruising over 70% of her body, no concussion, no contusion.  There were pictures.  Stills taken from the examination immediately after and also from the days after.

My chest ached, seeing what I’d done.  No amount of dislike for a person should have made me lash out like that.  Yeah, sure there were bound to be some bruises.  These people were fighting enhanced avengers, we packed a punch.  But this…

The bruises on her forearms were from blocking my attacks, some of the ones on her legs also, shins in particular.  But her thighs, hips, stomach, ribs, and back were a contiguous blanket of mottled deep purple and bright blue bruises.  One bruise even had enough detail to see the ridges where the articulation of my metal hand had bit into her skin.  I hadn’t struck her face, however.

Feeling sick, I stumbled back, waving away the display.  My room fell into gloominess without the bright images.  Was I good for nothing but destruction, bringing hurt?

I had all but forgotten how she had pushed my buttons, making me angry as we fought.  Now it surfaced again, prickling my scalp with annoyance.  Why would she do this?  Push me into hurting her?  Why didn’t I stop?  Why didn’t I just let Steve switch her with Maria, then this would never have happened. All very good questions that didn’t mean a damn thing because I couldn’t take it back.

Goddamn you!  You broken, fucked up piece of shit.  You can’t escape what you were made for, never could, never will.

It was another couple of days before I ventured out of my room.  The necessity of food drawing me to the communal kitchen.  I had missed the weekly grocery order and the supplies in the fridge in my room had dwindled to nothing but condiments.

I waited until it was late in the evening, when I thought all the staff would have left and everyone else would have retired to their rooms.

I had just pushed the door to the communal area open when I heard voices.  It was Wanda and Dr Edwards.

My heart plummeted into my gut, stopping me in my tracks with the door cracked open no more than a couple of inches.  I was about to leave when I heard my name mentioned.

Out of their direct line of sight but able to see them reflected in the glossy black backsplash of the sink panel, I eavesdropped like a teenager.

“Why are you even asking about him, Vee?  After what he did?”  Wanda took a sip from a large white mug.  She liked tea.

“It wasn’t his fault.”

Edwards was leaning against the counter, uncharacteristically wearing trousers and a sweater in place of her usual skirt and blouse.  Maybe she was here socially.

“Hmph.”  Wanda frowned.  “Don’t make excuses for him, he’s a big boy and can deal with his own consequences.”

“I only asked if you’d seen him.  That’s all. Professional curiosity.”

“The fact that he stormed out of the assessment in the ‘murder strut’ has got nothing to do with it?”

I could hear the teasing in Wanda’s voice.  Wait! Murder strut?  What the hell?

Dr Edwards was silent but she looked down as if hiding her expression.

“Wow, really?”

“Can we talk about something else now?  You’re clearly not going to tell me what I want to know so let’s move on.”

“What did you want to know?” Wanda put her cup down on the counter and crossed her arms, suddenly invested.

“Just that he’s doing ok.” Dr Edwards huffed a breath through her nose.  “I really pushed him and I shouldn’t have.”

“Why did you, then. You know he’s volatile.”

“I don’t know.  I guess I just wanted to show him that not everyone is afraid of him, that I’m here and I’m indomitable.”  Veronica sighed then, defeated.  “Ever since I was put on his detail, back when he first arrived, I’ve been trying to help him through, well everything.  Yeah part of it is orders but there’s a part that’s not. I thought we had a connection but he really hates me for some reason, I have no clue why.”

Funny way of helping. I thought bitterly as I continued to listen in.

“He told Steve that you’re the only person who won’t ever call him Bucky.”  Wanda laughed softly as if it was some cute story.

“Really?”  That was genuine surprise.  “It’s funny you say that actually.  When we first met, he used to call me ‘Ronny’.  It was a name my parents called me when I was a kid, and I kind of liked hearing it again.  Then he started calling me Dr Edwards, in that stiff tone he always does, and I thought he was flirting.”

They both laughed.

“Bucky doesn’t flirt.”

“He does.”

“No he doesn’t.  He’s the type to bash his woman on the head with a club and drag her off to his cave.”  Wanda chortled.  “Anyway, you were saying?”

Dr Edwards, paused a moment to take a big drink from her glass.

“Okay, yeah.  I thought he was flirting.  I won’t lie, I did it back.  I figured it was a prompt, that he liked being called by his title, maybe it was a bit of tension charged camaraderie.  But it wasn’t.”  She shifted. “I didn’t realise how badly he was still damaged, you know, inside.  What I’d thought was a connection was a complete misread.  He closed himself off and made it perfectly clear that he didn’t appreciate my company, and now here we are.”

I felt like I’d been socked in the chest again.  There it was, confirmation that I was the cause of this whole situation.  Me, a broken thing, breaking other things around it.

“You know that’s all bravado though, right?”

“Is it?”

“Of course.”  Wanda laid her hand gently on Edwards’ shoulder. “He’s working through some, uh, things.  Maybe you should try to talk to him.”

“I can’t.  I tried after the arm protocol debacle but as soon as I walk into a room he ghosts.  Gone before I can draw a breath.”

She seemed sad, full of regret maybe.  I knew what that felt like but to me she always looked full of resolve.  When she would stare me down, hold my gaze until I became uncomfortable, there was nothing there but cold regard.  Could she be lying to Wanda right now?  Surely playing the victim would suit her cause better than admitting any fault.

“Can we talk about something else?  This is fucking depressing.”

“Sure, sure.”  Wanda said absently.  “So how did you learn to fight like that?”

Edwards laughed.  It was unexpected and a little bitter.  If I could have seen her face, I knew her smile wouldn’t have reached her eyes.

“You don’t quit do you?”

“Have you only just learned that about me?”  Wanda chuckled.

“I suppose not.” Edwards said wistfully.  “It’s not really a long story so much as it is a strange one.  I’ve done martial arts since I was a kid actually, it’s an unusual style adapted from kung-fu and jeet kune do.  When I was recruited by the CIA as a tech officer, they put me through special ops training.  Undercover work, infiltrating labs is harder than infiltrating governments apparently. Something to do with knowledge and expertise.”

“So you were a nerd version of Romanoff?”  Wanda interrupted.

“Oh, god no!  I was nowhere near her calibre.  She’s a legend.”  Edwards drank.  “Anyway, I was headhunted by SHIELD so I took the job.  Obviously SHIELD wasn’t what we all thought it was so that got me transferred to STARK Industries.”

This was all very interesting but I was getting impatient, wanting to hear how she’d managed to kick my ass.  She said that she was nothing in comparison to Natasha, yet Nat had never bested me the way Edwards had, even when she was fighting for her life back in Washington DC a few years back, when I was him.

Wanda seemed to share my sentiment.

“But that doesn’t explain how you took him down.  Not even Romanoff can do that.”

“It’s really quite simple.” She sighed, saddened further by the memory of their fight.  “I learned him.”

Say what?

“I mean, really learned him.”  Edwards took Wanda’s confusion as a queue.  “When I was put on his recovery detail, I learned everything there was to know about that man.  Who he was before, back in the forties.  The war. His Hydra history.  The arm.  Every mission.  Every kill. His abilities, strength, speed. His style and all of his weaknesses. Even his psychological reports. It’s always best practice to know the terrain, right?  How effective would I be if I didn’t understand him?”

So you were just another experiment to her?

“The only thing I don’t know about him is how he feels.”

The restless simmering of anger burning in my chest increased until I was practically twitching. This made things so much worse. The cold way in which she’d picked out all my flaws in order to exploit them?  Jesus what a piece of work.

“I fought like I did because I know him, down to every scar on his body.  Every, single, one, Wanda.  That’s how much I wanted to put into his recovery.”  She swiped at her face and coughed nervously.

I was already letting the door swing closed, striding down the hall in what Wanda had aptly called my ‘murder strut’.  I didn’t care that the door clunked against the frame after I let it swing shut unhindered. I didn’t care if either of them knew I had heard.  I was done with this shit now.  Steve needed to either send me on mission so I could go hurt some assholes or let me go so I could get away from this place and her.

I supposed this was how she had felt, hearing me and Steve talking about her a few weeks ago.  I couldn’t care enough to feel guilty about it then, and now it felt justified.  Hearing her say she studied me, learned my weaknesses, learned the terrain.  For what?  Manipulation?  Had she resorted to this emotional conflict to try to control me, in place of her failed attempt at friendship early on?  Perhaps it had been pity that had made her try the connection route first. And what for?  To keep me under control?  Hell, I’d rather be put on ice again.

Fuck it!  It’s not worth the stress.

Then why does it hurt?

The slight cracking of her voice as she told Wanda the final piece of her story.  The hasty swipe of fingers against her cheek.  Was she regretting starting this war with me? Had I hurt her more than she was letting on?  Something other than the physical.

Undoubtedly the latter played a part.  She took a beating from me with barely a perceived reaction.  I knew at what point I’d broken her ribs, however, it was the first body blow I got in on her.  And she’d continued to fight afterwards.  That took some control.  Could I hate her and admire her at the same time?

The images of her bruised skin flitted through my mind as I strode up to Steve’s door.  I knocked twice and FRIDAY let me in.  Steve was sat at his desk signing reports.

“I want out.”  I said, not bothering to greet him.

He turned to me and considered me for a moment before signing one final page and closing up the manila folder.

“Care to tell me why?”

“Edwards.”  I said.  “I’m done.”

“You spoke?”

I shook my head, clenching my jaw.

“Then what?”

He laid a hand on my shoulder; a friendly gesture despite my formal stance.  I hadn’t realised I’d stood to attention, army training never too far under the surface.

“I can’t help you if you don’t talk.  Was it what I said earlier?”

“I saw the files.  I can’t be trusted.”

Keeping my answers short was the best way to keep the emotion out of my voice.  I didn’t want to admit it to myself but I was floundering in the shallows of my own mental anguish with the deep water not too far away. Her bruises bringing back memories from a cold place in my mind.  The ice cold feeling was firmly rooted in my soul despite the therapy.  The words were ineffective now but that didn’t matter because The Winter Soldier was always in there, he was me and I was him.  We could only destroy.  If I stayed here the split that had formed in The Avengers over the Sokovia Accords would only grow wider.  I had to go.

“Buck,” he began but I scrunched my face up, not wanting to hear him beg me to stay.  “I don’t want to force the issue but the only reason you’re not in a cell on The Raft right now is because Tony and I took responsibility for you.  You can’t just leave the compound and go live on your own until the government signs off on your rehabilitation.”

“And they wont.”  I murmured, half to myself.  I knew that’s what he’d say.  I could tell him I’d just escape and disappear.  I’d done it before, spent months and months in hiding until Zola framed me for the U.N. bombing.

“No, they wont.”  He sighed.  “Look, you’re not a prisoner here but there are protocols to follow, hence why you’ve always got a buddy or a shadow when you go out.”

I knew that and I accepted it.  I’d never tried to shake them before but if I wanted to vanish there’d be nothing they could do to stop me.

“I’m just hurting right now Steve, I can’t be here.”  I said, hoping he’d understand because I sure as hell didn’t.  “I saw her in the kitchen with Wanda.  They were talking about me.”

Steve raised a sarcastic eyebrow.  Yeah, I knew he was thinking I deserved that for doing exactly the same thing to her. I nudged him with my elbow, my way of saying ‘jerk’.

“I learned a few things, like how she studied me to get the better of me.  She must really hate me, Steve.  Did I kill someone she loved, maybe one of the ones I don’t remember?”

This rollercoaster of feelings was draining my energy faster than a pack of tranq darts.

“She doesn’t hate you Bucky.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Trust me, will you?” Steve said, almost rolling his eyes. “Just talk to her, okay?”

I nodded.  Accepting the fact that he was right.  I did need to have this out with Dr Edwards but I couldn’t bring myself to approach her.  That underlying feeling of unease I got when I was around her was enough to make me stay away, let alone the guilt from my most recent fuck up.

Over the years I’d killed a lot of people.  You’d think that the weight of all of that would completely outweigh this new feeling of helplessness that was threatening to smother me.  No such luck.  At least the PTSD was a known quantity.

“At least book in to see Rodriguez tomorrow, get a few things off your chest.”  Steve had this concerned look on his face that told me I’d zoned out for longer than I thought.  “It might help you get your feelings straight.”

“I don’t want to see the shrink.”  I needed less emotion, not to find more.  I had so much of it right now I was slipping under the surface, close to drowning.

“That wasn’t a request, soldier.”

Figures.

FIN

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[ckcker]

Expectation of Emotion In a Voice During a Conversation About DEET

On a lunch break Steven told me he was going to calmly explain how the Soviet Union had never actually collapsed but instead merely taken on the appearance of a capitalist democracy in order to trick the West and, from this position, covertly dismantle American politics, sow cultural division, and continue the global spread of communism. “It’s all a KGB psyop.”  I wore a black henley and olive khaki pants from a low-stigma department store, Steven had a tattoo exposed on his wrist of a fried egg apparently meant to mimic the sun and somewhat covered by a tightly drawn cloud not filled in.  “The KGB and Mossad are working together” was another suggestion and I was sent a look of charged freefall.  I put a finger on my temple and then brushed the full length of my eyebrow once with the same finger.  I looked away as Steven continued his burrito bowl, “I don’t know why I tell you these sorts of things.  I don’t usually tell other people these kinds of things.  A lot of people just don’t, aren’t aware.  But you are okay, you are willing to listen.”  I said nothing, I smiled and then to be polite, asked him what is a psyop.  “A psychological operation.  Psychological warfare.  The CIA perfected it.  Of course the CIA have been completely infiltrated by Mossad.” Emboldened, I tried to make a connection, “have you noticed what’s been happening in the sky recently” and he said yes, his face seemed clasped with irony.  I didn’t quite know how we were arranging the conversation but was incapable of confronting almost anything, especially since I was receiving attention born from intensity.  I had the hope we might suddenly say “1984” at the same time; instead Steven waited for me to follow up on what had been happening in the sky.  He laughed against the awkwardness and maybe also for some other hidden reason.  I suggested, “it’s crazy.”  

I had the thought, if this world is finally confirmed as real and not a simulation, I’m certainly buying a tote bag with a famous leftist political quote put out by a major clothing brand or art institution. Behind us at another picnic table, a woman who was not a co-worker spoke to a friend, “Yeah. Yeah. I think the system of perceptions that we hone to evaluate the…the ethics of strangers and non-strangers, is the same system we use to judge the trustworthiness and legitimacy of politicians we see on a screen.  And that’s wrong.  That’s a big — wow, look at” as a dragonfly of immense thickness descended rapidly towards her head and she screamed.  She shot up from the table screaming and laughing.  We watched, Steven said, “whoa,” the dragonfly moved on for non-communicable reasons.  The woman sat back down, “there should be a separate system for evaluating projected images of people.” In the distance, a crowd erratically moved away from the dragonfly, which flew by a speaker playing well-known 90s rap.  “That was funny” I said, knowing how it could help contextualize the event.  Steven’s smile reorganized itself, he reached for a bottle of water from his backpack which revealed another tattoo previously lost under the sleeve of his hoodie — “ME TOO” in bleeding red letters.  He missed my eye making contact so the discussion turned to how many siblings we have. The discussion concluded with Steven asserting, “in the end, I actually don’t believe in Pizzagate” before we had to return to work.  I do not know if Steven noticed me looking around for the dragonfly as we stood up from the picnic table, but I redirected by telling him, “I must be the most PC person on earth because I don’t even think people should be allowed to speak.”  He laughed and looked at me with what I interpreted as the desire for profound recognition.  He seemed to be looking to form, with me, a groove of verbal cruelty with confused alignment that is, eventually, passive.  I did not tell him certain things about myself, that not only do I like to observe the sky, I specifically like to observe the sky during sunset.  I didn’t tell him I like to observe something in a single glance, or I like to close my eyes and watch the way sunlight colors the inside of my eyelids. Or that in my youth I once drew a pathetic rendering of an extremely overweight rabbit in heels doing the splits over a pentagram on the cover of Walden or that as of two weeks ago I have a moldy dollop of peach yogurt sitting on top of an Ansel Adams portfolio in the middle of my living room floor.

As I understood, there were conventions of which animals our bodies could be compared to; aquiline nose, monkey ears, horse face, duck lips, and then less go-to descriptors: spider limbs, wolf teeth, shark eyes, but people were not often physically compared to tarantula hawks or described as having the thighs of a kangaroo rat.  Did this mean some animals were not iconic enough to be seen as having similarities to us?  More likely to just see coincidence mixed with the shorthand necessary to recognizing a pet pejorative for another person. The shorthand pumped inspiration from the familiar (livestock, common pests, common predators).  And eagles are more iconic and mythologically sinewy than chiffchaffs.  It was possible to create a list of animals overlooked by mythology, but I did not put on my list of things that are possible, “looking like a camel cricket.”  I thought of Rob’s face but couldn’t figure out an animal he resembled, though there were hints of javelina in the way he crossed the thresholds of doors.  Maybe this was the species of his tulpa, at night when I stepped out of my apartment to the 2nd floor walkway to look at passing planes or any phenomena of the sky meant to reach me, I saw flashing purple red and blue lights, curbed by cheap velvet curtains, coming from within his windows. I had questions but I was respectful as well as disorganized. One day we would spend enough time in a conversation to activate these questions, but not one night.  Standing on the 2nd floor walkway of the apartment building at 3 in the morning was my gift to myself for failing to address the reason why I left the bodies of mosquitoes smeared on my bedroom wall.  Animal comparisons moved beyond base physical appearance to describe actions — people could laugh like a hyena, or lay down spread eagle, but were not compared to for instance great danes resting when they experienced chronic fatigue syndrome. I imagined a photo of a hunter lying on the ground next to a dead buck with massive antlers a la the traditional “trophy” picture, the man is also dead and lies next to the deer.  

[beckzorz]

PREMONITIONS (2/5)

or, Adventures Adjacent to a Six-Year-Old Seer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 2932 Summary: On Halloween, your clairvoyant niece leads you straight into Bucky Barnes. It could not have gone worse. Warning(s) for part 2: Light swearing, hospital A/N: WOW I cannot believe how kind everyone has been!!! Thanks to everyone who has liked, commented, reblogged... you are all delightful and I appreciate you very much!!! Also today is my delightful niece’s 6th birthday, so good timing me XD Anyway here is part 2/5! Hope you enjoy!!

Part 1

Part 2

By some miracle, the damage to your body is minimal. The bullet hadn’t hit your hip, but your extreme lower back. Which is different, apparently. No vital organs hit, no major blood vessels ruptured, the whole jazz. It all makes much more sense to your brother, what with his physical therapy background. It just sounds like jargon to you.

Whatever the case, the surgeon is optimistic about your recovery. Antibiotics, rest, PT. Right now, you’re busy with the first two. The anesthesia hasn’t quite worn off from surgery. Matt is still with you, though he’s dozing a little in the chair by your hospital bed. His light snores are endearing, but more importantly, it gives you time to think.

You weren’t surprised at the doctor’s prognosis. There wasn’t a single thing that surprised you, though the doctor herself had been shocked at your luck.

It was Gemma. Gemma had known. “She’ll be fiiiiine.” Hell, she’d known just where to go to prevent the death of one of her favorite superheroes. She’d pointed right up at the roof. “Bang bang!” The thought of her cute little voice makes you smile, but behind the childish tones there’s an uncomfortable truth. You cross your arms and shudder.

Your niece is a frigging psychic.

Okay, so she could see the future. Parts of it, at least. It wasn’t like she never did stupid things. She’d sprained her wrist before, fallen off her bike. Last night she’d been surprised to see the Winter Soldier lying down on the sidewalk, one of his legs trapped between yours. The memory triggers a flush, and you fan your face to lessen the heat in your cheeks. You push away the thought of his bright eyes staring up at you, his crinkling smile, his gentle hand on your back.

Your brother is snoozing just a few feet away. Now isn’t the time.

Could Gemma read minds too? Could she sense feelings or intentions? Could she tell fortunes? The image of your tiny niece reading palms makes you grin; you huff in amusement.

The noise jerks your brother awake. “Huh?”

“Nothing, Matt,” you say automatically.

Matt blinks owlishly. “How are you doing?”

“Okay, I guess.” You wiggle your toes under the sheets. You’ve been stripped from your Winter Soldier costume. Your hospital gown is almost as garish as the Hawaiian shirt the real Winter Soldier wore last night. Matt’s cape is slung across the back of his chair. If you’d had a choice, you would have preferred your bloodstained black tank top over the ridiculous florals you’re stuck with.

“I still can’t believe you thought it was a good idea to tackle the Winter Soldier,” Matt mutters. You bristle.

“I wasn’t thinking that far in advance, Matthew. Of course it wasn’t a ‘good idea’—” you make little quotes in the air with your fingers— “but it was the right thing to do!”

“You could’ve been killed!” Matt frowns and crosses his arms. “Gemma could have been killed.”

A chill passes through you. You hadn’t thought of it like that, but Matt’s not wrong. You’d dropped Gemma some distance from the collision, but anything could have happened to her. You hadn’t been thinking, not really.

“He would’ve been fine,” Matt continues. “Presumably.”

Oh no. Yes, protecting Gemma was a priority. But making excuses about why you shouldn’t try and help someone just because they might be okay was too much even for you.

“Listen, Matt, next time you have the chance to save a superhero I’ll be glad to have a moral debate. In the meantime…” You glance at the closed door and the empty bed to your right. “Listen, we need to talk about Gemma.”

“Yes we sure do.” Matt scrubs his hands over his face. “How much did she see?”

“Huh? Oh.” You think back. Between your black outfit, stuffing your glove in your pocket, and Bucky’s care to hide his own bloody hand from Gemma’s sight, there really hadn’t been that much to see. “Honestly? I don’t know if she saw anything beside me tackling the guy to the ground. She seemed in pretty good spirits.”

“Well thank god for that,” Matt mutters. “Still, I think you should expect not to take Gemma out on your own for a good long while.”

Your heart drops. “What?!”

“I talked to Sarah while you were in surgery,” Matt says. “It’s not like you can’t see her. We just don’t want you going anywhere alone with her. One of us can go with you.”

“That’s…” Your mind races. You love spending time with Gemma. A trip to the park, a short hike, a visit to a bookstore—you’re the cool aunt! How could you be a cool aunt if you couldn’t hang out with her on your own?

Matt winces at your crestfallen expression. “Look, you’re going to be on a pretty limited regimen for a while,” he says. “Playgrounds are going to be off-limits anyway. You won’t want to be alone with Gem, really. You know how she loves to climb all over people.”

“Sure, but I could handle it,” you say. You press a hand to your abdomen. “It’s not so bad.”

“You’re still full of anesthesia, you dweeb,” Matt snorts. “Give it another few hours and see how you’re doing.” He stands up and stretches. “I think you should get some sleep. I’ll send your love to Sarah and Gemma.”

“Wait,” you blurt. “We need to talk about Gemma!”

Matt gives you some impressive side-eye and folds his cape over his arm. “We just did.”

“Not about that,” you snap. “About how she knows shit she shouldn’t.”

“You weren’t swearing in front of her again, were you?”

You flush and cross your arms tight. “Maybe, but there were extenuating circumstances. Listen, though. Gemma knew exactly where to go to find Bucky. She—”

“Come on, you know Gemma’s always been lucky.”

Blood rushes in your ears. Why wouldn’t he just listen? “She led me straight to where I needed to be to stop the guy from getting killed,” you say. “It wasn’t just luck.”

“You’re in shock,” Matt says, not unkindly. “We all know Gemma’s the luckiest kid in town. Besides, she’s six.”

“She knew,” you insist, but Matt’s already shaking his head.

“Get some rest,” he tells you. “I’ll see you soon.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and leaves.

You grab the remote from the bedside table and shut off the lights, fuming. If Matt wants to ignore the facts, you’ll just have to figure out the truth on your own.

---

“So does Sarah have my phone?” you ask Matt the next day. He’s come back to visit again, this time minus the Dracula cape. He’s brought some clothes from Sarah, who’s about your size. You’d wasted no time in getting out of the horrible hospital gown. You didn’t feel great, but damn it if you were going to look like a loon for any longer.

“No,” he says, eyebrows raised. “Why? Didn’t Captain America give it back?”

“Apparently not,” you say. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “I need to get in touch with work.”

“Well, good thing it’s only Sunday,” Matt says. “You can use my phone if you like.” He unlocks his phone and passes it over. “Not sure how you’re gonna get yours back, though…”

“Maybe I’ll get a hospital visit from him.” You bare your teeth in a facsimile smile, already busy with your brother’s phone. Typical—you save Captain America’s best friend and get a bullet in the side, and in exchange for all your trouble, your phone goes missing. As if you weren’t already concerned about the hospital bill.

“Try calling your phone,” Matt suggests. He pops to his feet. “I’m going to get a coffee, want anything?”

“Black with two sugars, please.” You wait until he’s gone and your email to work is sent to try calling your phone. It rings twice, and then someone picks up.

“Yeah?”

Your heart skips a beat. That voice—that’s Bucky! “Hello?”

“Oh, it’s you,” Bucky says. “You’re alive.”

“So they tell me.”

Bucky snorts. “You probably want this phone back, huh?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind,” you say, a smile tugging at your lips. You twist your free hand in the sheets. “Might come in useful.”

“I can bring it later,” he offers. “Where are you?”

You rattle off the hospital and room number. If your heart is pounding, you ignore it.

---

Matt leaves within the hour, and if you’re being honest, you were ready to shove him out the door half an hour ago. You do not need your judgy, overprotective brother around when you make your apologies to Bucky Barnes. Sure, you might have saved his life, but you also destroyed his milk.

And you hadn’t had the chance to explain your costume yet.

You groan. You can’t believe you listened to Gemma—letting a six-year-old decide your costume? Even after she’d declared her intention to go as Captain America, you’d been pumped to go as the Scarlet Witch, what with her sweet red coat and her glowing red eyes. You’d been clicks away from buying red contacts before Matt had called with Gemma’s request. Request? No, an order, more like. There was no arguing with Gemma. Even now, barely sitting upright in the hospital, you could imagine her climbing over you and insisting things be just so right in your face.

Why had Gemma insisted? The costume hadn’t offered any sort of protection. Worn leather wasn’t exactly a substitute for, say, an actual bulletproof vest. All it had done, presumably, was make Bucky stop short at the sight of you barreling towards him like a crazy person.

Oh god.

You bury your face in your hands, cheeks burning. You still can’t believe you’d ended up sprawled on top of him. You practically were grinding his damn thigh. Well, no, it wasn’t a damn thigh. It was a damn good thigh. All muscle—

“Ugh,” you groan, pressing your legs together. Now was not the time.

“If I’d known I was getting such a nice welcome, I would’ve come sooner.”

Your eyes pop open and you stare at Bucky in horror. He’s leaning against the doorframe, a half-hearted smirk on his face and a bouquet of white calla lilies in his metal hand. You blink. Did he know they were your favorite?

Bucky glances down at the flowers. “Your sister said you liked these,” he said. He slides into the chair by your side and holds the bouquet out. “Figured I’d bring some by.”

“They’re beautiful,” you tell him. You take the lilies and bury your nose in them with a deep, satisfied sigh. When you glance up, your heart skips a beat at Bucky’s tiny smile. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“Dammit, that was supposed to be my line.” He sighs and tosses your phone onto the bed. “Thank you for saving my ass.”

“Um.” Your eyes flit to his hips, then back to his face. “The goal was to save all of you.”

He snorts. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Well, you’re welcome.” You arrange the bouquet in your arms like a baby; you even smile down at it fondly, as though the flowers are gazing up at you.

“So how did you end up dressed up as me for Halloween?” he asks nonchalantly.

You wheeze, your inhale turning to a sputtering cough. Bucky leans forward and puts a hand on your back as you lean over the flowers, tears pricking your eyes as you recover. His hand is large and warm; you can’t help but remember how he’d caressed you last night, his thumb brushing along your spine. He pulls back as soon as your breathing is back to normal.

“Sorry,” you manage. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath before looking back at Bucky with pink cheeks. “I, um, it was Gemma. She insisted.”

“Your niece? Huh.” Bucky leans forward, elbows on his knees and fingers twisted together. He’s frowning.

“She’s pretty demanding,” you admit. You hope that’s enough, but—

“And she’s the one who told you where to go.”

Your heart drops. The flowers rustle in your arms as you clench your fists against your stomach. Why had Gemma said anything? Why did she have to be so damn young, so damn chatty?

“She just wanted to walk down Main Street. She didn’t—she’s not—”

“She’s special.” Bucky’s tone brokered no argument. “She’s special, and her parents don’t know.”

Your mouth dropped open. “How do you know that?”

“Because they dismissed her,” he explained. “She kept saying you’d be fine. You listened. Her mom didn’t. I bet her dad didn’t either.” He raised his eyebrows.

“I did try to explain,” you say. Your hands uncurl; you spread one on your thigh and the other over your abdomen, the bouquet still angled between your arms. You didn’t expect him to be so observant. The brawn didn’t surprise you. The brain… “Matt just brushed me off. Said I was in shock, or something. They just think she’s lucky, but there’s no way in hell ‘lucky’ explains what happened last night.”

Bucky’s gaze trails from your face to your hands to the flowers tucked against your chest. “No it doesn’t,” he agrees. “Did she know there would be a gun?”

“I mean, she’s six. She said ‘bang bang.’ I extrapolated from there once I saw the guy on the roof.”

“Huh.” Bucky twiddles his thumbs between his thighs. “So not necessarily all about the details, huh.”

“She was surprised to see you,” you tell him. “Even though she dragged me to the right street and forced me into wearing that costume.” Bucky’s lips twitch; will you ever live that down? “Gemma has… intuition, not information. Although come on, she’s six.”

“Brain development, et cetera,” Bucky finishes. He blows out a breath and runs a hand over his mouth and chin, catching his bottom lip between his fingers as he considers what you’ve said. It’s distracting, to say the least—his mouth might be the most alluring part of him, at least that you’ve seen.

He lets go of his lower lip with a tiny pop. You drag your eyes back up to his, trying to mask your embarrassment. You’re on a bucketload of meds right now; let that be your excuse.

“So how did your niece get these flashes of intuition anyway? Her parents are normal, yeah?”

“I’ve got no idea.” You shift the flowers in your arms; you really need a vase. “Would it be silly to just assume luck?”

Bucky doesn’t answer. He’s looking away and frowning. Your hands twitch; you’d give anything to smooth the lines on his face away. When he finally turns back, his solemn expression makes your breath catch.

“Your niece isn’t safe. I need to tell—”

“No! Don’t tell anyone about Gemma,” you blurt. Your fingers dig painfully into your skin. “Please.”

He sighs. “If whoever came after me finds out…”

“She’s just a kid! No one pays attention to little kids.”

“That’s not true.” Bucky’s voice drops, but there’s an intensity in his blue eyes that makes you shift back with wide eyes. “Whoever tried to shoot me yesterday isn’t going to be happy you got in the way.”

“I got in the way?” You gape at Bucky. “I’m sorry, but I don’t regret a damn thing!”

“Woah, calm down, hotshot,” he says, eyes wide, a hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not complaining. But you’re probably about to get caught in some more crosshairs. And your family’s part of that. You should know what you got yourself into.”

“Oh.” You slump back and sigh. “Well, I guess I should blame Gemma, huh?”

Bucky laughs; the sound is warm and happy. Your toes curl in pleasure. His nose scrunched up is so damn cute. “I won’t stop you. But I’d thank her, personally.” His eyes twinkle at you—twinkle! at you!—and you can’t help but smile back.

“I did get some nice flowers out of it,” you quip.

“Nice? Surely you mean beautiful,” he says. He reaches out to brush his hand over the flowers, but he’s looking at you, just you. Your breath catches in your throat. You can’t look away.

“I…”

A nurse pokes his head in. “Hey, just a head’s up that visiting hours end in like, five minutes, guys.” His does a double-take when he sees Bucky. “Oh man! Uh, sorry.” He backs away and leaves.

Bucky winces and stands up. “Listen. I can’t not mention that you’ve got a superpowered niece. If I don’t and something happens to her… I’ll keep it to Steve, okay? You gotta trust him, he’s Captain America.”

“Oh.” You think this over for a moment, then nod. “Fine. But don’t go bugging my family. You have questions, you only get to bother me.”

“Am I a bother?” he asks, a slow smirk spreading on his face as he looks down at you. “I brought you those nice flowers and everything.”

“Don’t push it,” you say with a giggle, then you wince and press a hand to your bandaged wound. The painkillers are wearing off. “I have yet to reach a conclusion.”

Bucky leans over the side of the bed. His face comes alarmingly close to yours, then he ducks to kiss your cheek. His stubble scrapes along your skin, and you bite your tongue hard to keep quiet.

“Get well soon,” he murmurs. “And be safe.”

He leaves with one parting smile.

You don’t see him again for over three months.

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