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yandere-sins · 4 years ago

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Good evening or morning (wherever you are).... My request for today is Kaeya from genshin impact. What if he were to confess his love to a timid reader but *gasps* she reveals she has a boyfriend already. Smut is fine if you want.

Thank you so much 🦋

Thank you for requesting!! ♥ Part 2 of my trying to get back into smut OTL

Rated Lemon/Explicit!

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Even after everything that happened, you weren't able to forget the look on Kaeya's face as you broke the news.

True, you and your boyfriend had wanted to keep your relationship on the low, but not because you tried to deceive your friends, just so you two could have some peace while finding out more about each other and developing your feelings. But you never meant for anyone to look at you so... disappointed. Even if you were happy with your choice of partner, having to reject someone dear to you still hurt.

"Oh, [Name]," Kaeya sighed, shaking his head. Of course, he wouldn't be happy to hear the person he just asked out confess that they had a boyfriend. Perhaps especially because you two had always been relatively close, even more so lately where you were out almost every day after work. You felt a tinge of regret not telling him earlier. Save him the embarrassment you assumed he must feel. Then again, how could you have known that the charismatic Kaeya had feelings for you? He could have any woman in town, so why had it to be you? Of all people, you wouldn't have expected Kaeya to confess his love to you. Even if you two always got along fine, you thought yourself to look rather gray next to the shining knight that Kaeya was. Someone who wasn't fit to be anything more than friends with him.

"W-We can still continue being friends?" was the best and stupidest comfort you could come up with on the spot. You saw his grimace of disapproval, and it took him a second to collect himself, taking a deep breath before pushing himself away from the wall he had leaned on after learning the truth. Kaeya truly appeared devastated by the realization that you were taken already, and part of you could understand him. Certainly, you had just ruined his night and whatever companionship you two had, just because you couldn't have been more open from the beginning. It would have at least saved him some heartache, if any.

"Friends?" Kaeya mumbled, unfolding his crossed arms as he walked back to your side, leaning on the backrest of your chair. Feeling uncomfortably cornered, you stood up, looking around you. The outside of the tavern was lonely, and Kaeya had chosen this place for his confession surely to avoid any curious listeners. There were still voices coming from inside Angel's Share, but the streets of Mondstadt were quiet at this time of the night, with only his smooth voice reaching out to you. "With all due respect..."

Wrapping his fingers around your chin, you were forced to look up, staring right back into the mocking expression of your 'friend', the mood suddenly shifting. You had regretted having to reject Kaeya's feelings before, Kaeya always having been a good friend to you and hurting him felt wrong. But you would come to regret it much more that you went outside with him, away from the safety of the masses.

"I'd rather be anything else than your 'friend'."

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"Come on, Dove! Say it! I'm better than him, aren't I?"

"N-No--"

Your attempt to refuse this assumption was meekly interrupted by your loud gasps as Kaeya pushed forward. The curve on his cock was so perfectly aligned inside of you, constantly hitting the good spots whenever he plowed it inside. A cocky grin was on his face as he showed you off in the reflection of the mirror before you, spread over his legs and hanging in his grip on you. It was the biggest taunt he could think of, constantly reminding you how good you were feeling despite your initial refusal of him.

The image inside of the mirror wasn't one you had ever seen of yourself. That sweaty, drooling mess of a human, eyes unfocused and yet filled with pleasure, was nothing you could relate to. And yet, except for the occasional blue strands of hair falling over your skin and peeking out from behind your shoulder, your brain recognized the sight as you. Still, it was hard to accept this side of yourself, especially with his marks and hands. All. Over. It.

Kaeya only laughed as you tried to refute him, smirking a cocky grin from behind you. "Oh? Did Mr. Boyfriend not touch you yet? Even though you're such a little slut?"

His hand falling between your legs, Kaeya first brushed up your thighs, causing you to squirm from the sensation. His hands were trained and roughed up from handling swords, but the way he used them showed how skilled he was. Settling at your clit, he slowed down the rocking of his hips for a moment to get his fingers wet with your juices before picking up the pace again. There was no way you could deny how you were feeling after riding him for the better portion of time ever since he brought you to this city apartment of his, your body shivering and moving on its own with his hand teasing your clit, the additional pleasure riling you up.

"Look at your cunt gaping open for me~" he purred, opening your lower lips wide for the mirror to reflect your exposed entrance. Seeing how his shaft disappeared inside you clearly, you only felt hotter from embarrassment, turning your head which was quickly caught by his free hand, Kaeya turning it forward again - painfully so. His grip wasn't even close to how he had touched you before when you two had still been 'only' drinking buddies. You weren't sure how long he had feelings for you, but you wagered that these feelings must have changed much in the last hour, just like his touch. It once had been so gentle, kind. But now, it was rough and demanding, leaving no room for how you felt.

"Let go!" you said firmly, tearing yourself from his grip to avoid looking at this strange self in the reflection. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. Kaeya made a fool out of you, now that he had you in this peculiar situation. It's not like you wanted to cheat on your boyfriend and betray him in any kind. But your body reacted positively to it, making Kaeya chuckle as you tightened around him after seeing yourself, "You are enjoying it a lot, aren't you?"

It brought tears to your eyes, knowing it was Kaeya deeply lodged inside of you, but your sobs were just another incentive for him to continue. You couldn't even blame him for that - they did sound a lot like sounds of pleasure that overtook their place. Soon you were back to gasping and moaning, glad you at least weren't begging him for more with how shameful you behaved.

"You can still leave him," Kaeya suggested. Though a smile still played around his lips before he hid them behind your shoulder, kissing it tenderly, he sounded very serious. "Leave him and stay with me. No one needs to know what kind of slut you are, going behind his back."

"But I didn't!" you sobbed. "You forced me too-- You forced yourself on me!"

Without hearing the sigh falling off Kaeya's lips, you found yourself breathing in sharply as he made a sudden push, burying his cock even deeper inside of you, the base of it touching your body. The gasp was followed by a long moan, tears streaming down your face after he exploited your sensitivity so much. It was a regrettable, disgusting moan signaling how much you enjoyed him hitting these sweet spots of yours.

Your gaze fell back to the mirror, showing the pleasure-stricken expression on your face. Even though you knew you shouldn't feel this way, Kaeya simply seemed to know all the right things to do, and he used all of them. It was bitter, but he did make you feel... erotic. Made you feel like something you never saw yourself as. Something your boyfriend couldn't make you feel.

With him, it was sugary-sweet puppy love, but with Kaeya, there was so much more. Desire, carnal at that. Love, demands, obsession. No matter how either of you moved your body, it was exciting, making your heart race. Every glance at yourself in the mirror made your body tingle, and every one of his pushes sent waves of excitement up your spine. You wished to have experienced these things with the person you truly loved instead of the hawk watching you from behind.

"I know," he mumbled, his hands driving up from your pussy to your chest, giving your breasts an equal squeeze. Taking in a sharp breath, you held back, instead having Kaeya be the one to groan lowly into your shoulder as you tightened around him. "I'll take so much better care of you than that boy. I can make you your true self, don't you think? You're wasted on everyone but me."

"Just finish it," you breathed heavily, and Kaeya sighed.

"As you wish."

Picking you up by the legs, Kaeya hoisted you up into the air, taking a few steps forward to stand right in front of the mirror. It was a breathtaking sensation to feel his cock carving you out from the dynamic motions, your walls gladly welcoming every inch before confining his member inside. You really could do without a closer look at how his cock slid in and out of you, sloppy sounds and tingling sensations running through you, but it almost made you wonder if you'd be able to experience the same sensations that Kaeya put you through, ever again once this was over.

"Hope you're ready for what you wished for," he reminded you, and you instantly began to realize alarming innuendos in his choice of words and the teasing tone of his voice, struggling in his hold.

"N-Not inside!" you yelled at him, slinging one arm over his head to be the one to tightly grip his face this time. "You can't cum inside!"

"Oh, really?" he taunted you. You squeezing his cheeks together didn't change the fact that he could grin like a Cheshire cat out of fairytales. "Give me one good reason not to."

"I can't bear your baby! I just can't!"

Grinning even wider, Kaeya let you drop a few inches to kiss your nose. "You'll need to do better than that."

Biting your lip, you thought about what he could want to hear from you, eventually realizing the level you'd have to stoop to. A baby would ruin everything, especially if it was Kaeya's baby. Even if things wouldn't turn out the worst way possible, it would still be a lifelong reminder of this ordeal he put you through. Your pride was worth nothing in exchange for the future you always wanted to have.

"P-Please..." you mumbled, the quick pace with which he was ramming into you making it hard to speak. At the same time, it urged you to hurry, as it wouldn't be long now before he'd fulfill the deed inside of you.

"I can't hear you~"

"Please don't cum inside me!"

Halting abruptly, Kaeya looked at the mirror image of you two, thinking for a split second before he resumed the pounding--this time, determined to finish. It was almost like you were hit by thunder, every movement releasing more shocks through you. You were a panting mess, but Kaeya wasn't far from it either. His eye would close halfway as he sunk into pleasure with you, both of you falling deeper and deeper into this hole.

Until it was finally over, your body curving and stretching, Kaeya's grip tightening to hold you throughout your orgasm, fingers digging into your supple thighs. Closing your eyes, you felt like flying, carried by a cloud, away from all the bad things and surrounded by the comforts and excitement that only intimacy could cause. You were almost lost in the orgasm before a part of you recalled the danger that was Kaeya, but much to your relief, when you opened your eyes again, he pushed in deep for the last time before suddenly lifting your up and off his cock.

Spurts of white semen shot through the air, landing on your reflection's stomach almost exactly where it would have landed inside of you. Both of you huffing, exhausted and spent, you watched as it dripped off the slick surface, leaving its stains there rather than inside of you.

Kaeya finally dropped you down, your legs unsteady, but his hold never ceased and kept you up. "Thank you..." you muttered, finding it hard to believe that after all he did, you were still thanking him for not cumming inside. Finding yourself in his arms rather than the ground, you refused the kiss he wanted to plant on your lips, instead turning your cheek, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind.

"I think you owe me something," he whispered into your ear before you felt his teeth bit into your lobe, making you flinch. "I did pull out like you asked me to."

"I owe you nothing, you... you bastard! You fiend! You...!" Your feelings took the upper hand as you heard what he demanded from you now. It was hard not to raise your voice when he dared to tell you about what you owed him after taking you against your will.

Laughing out loud, Kaeya quickly composed himself again, pretending to be hurt. "Ouch. I didn't know you knew these kinds of words."

A sudden rough pull in your hair yanked your head back, your body arching under the force and pressing against his while Kaeya towered over you, never letting his gaze stray from you. "Call me what you want. I don't care what you think, I'm not your friend, remember? I am anything but your stupid, little friend."

This time he took your mouth as he pleased, ramming his lips into yours and slipping his tongue down your throat. When he finally spoke again, his words were nothing but threatening to you, an anxious knot building in your stomach.

"That's why you'll break up with that asshole, you understand?"

"Why would I! Just leave me alone! You had what you wanted!"

"You still don't understand it," Kaeya sighed, releasing your hair briefly before tangling it around his fingers again, pulling you back even further and making you fear your spine would snap. "You are what I want! You belong to me! I was nice this time, but I will change if I must. Break up with him and make it easy for both of you. And then you'll come back to warm my bed, understand?"

Gulping, you put on a brave face, trying to face his stare head-on. This was getting out of control; you couldn't let him win with all his endeavors! No matter how you thought about Kaeya before, this wasn't the man you had come to like and appreciate in the past. He was something, but you could only hope it was still a human.

"And what if I don't?" you asked, using all the courage left inside of you.

"Oh darling, believe me," he laughed, unexpectedly pulling away all of his hands, your body unable to keep itself up and plummeting to the floor. Instant waves of shock and pain hit you, but when he stepped between your legs, you couldn't help but look up to him. How could you have been so wrong about a person you spent so much time with? Who was this man claiming to love you?

"You will do as I say, or everyone will know what kind of slut you really are. Especially your fine boyfriend. Who do you think the people will believe - their charming cavalry captain or some random chick that was seen laughing and hanging around him a lot?"

You opened your mouth to protest, wanting to prove him wrong, wanting to tell him Mondstadt cared about you as much as they did about him. But... was this wrong to assume? Would they really believe your word against his? With a reputation like Kaeya had, would you stand a chance to win against him? You couldn't imagine living a different life than you had so far, so would you be able to deal with the branding of a cheater? Realizing these questions, you closed your mouth again, scrambling to get up and collect your clothes from the ground. You were ready to storm out of the room, just go home and forget about everything that happened but reaching for the doorknob, Kaeya approached you from behind, holding the door shut with his hand.

"Don't hate me too much, okay? I really, really love you, [Name]."

He sounded anxious as he whispered these words against your head, leaving a trail of kisses. How could you believe this? How could you believe any of what he was saying? Just now, he had forced you into a level of intimacy you hadn't been ready for, threatened you, and made demands. And now he came to you, showing these rare moments of vulnerability and insecurity that made you special before all of this went down. What could you still believe about Kaeya?

"This isn't love," you mumbled, twisting and turning the knob to leave, deciding you couldn't listen to his voice anymore.

"You'll come to understand that this is love," Kaeya chuckled. You could hear the bittersweet smile on his lips as he planted one more kiss on top of your shoulder before he pushed himself away, letting you escape into the night.

Only when the cold, fresh air engulfed your heated body could you finally collect your thoughts. Your body ached, and yet, it tingled with every step, remembering you of the pleasure you had experienced through him. Disgusted and appalled by yourself, you made your way back home, crying the whole time, wondering what went wrong.

It was all Kaeya's fault, right? He went mad and did these unspeakable things to you. He was jealous because you had a boyfriend already and rejected him. None of this was your fault... right? But at the same time, would he make these threats come true? Was there really no other way than to break up with your boyfriend? Could you do nothing but obey his demands if you wanted to keep living your life? Was the love he had for you really love?

These questions kept you up all night.

All while Kaeya sipped on his drink, satisfied with himself, studying the image of you he had in his mind and the cum stains on his mirror. Stains he only planned to add to but never get rid of.

Just like you'd never get rid of him.

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ladyartemesia · 4 years ago

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The Secret

◐ PART IV of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Series Masterlist ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Mature (for this installment)

Warnings: ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming. Violence and discussion of violence relating to ritual combat. Jin’s pheromones need their own warning. Yoonji and Yunli are not the same person.

Word Count: 3600

Author’s Note: This update literally made me sob because I edited it and formatted it and it just disappeared when I posted. I seriously felt my heart drop because it took so long to format... ANYWAYS I wonder if anyone guessed the secret.

”You can’t do this, Luna ... Come back inside.”

Your hand tightened on the doorknob.

“I was just going out for some air-”

Jin shook his head, letting his lanky frame collapse onto the overstuffed chair by the fireplace.

“And after the air... then what?”

Your terse silence was confirmation enough.

He sighed heavily, hating himself a little for what he had to do.

“You cannot go to him. They’ll smell you on his skin and it could cost him... dearly.”

Your eyes fluttered shut.

“I just wanted to see him...,” you whispered. “I wanted to talk to him just once before-”

A sob bubbled up in your throat and your hand flew up to cover it.

The dawn would come in two hours.

And then Park Jimin would be gone.

Jin’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and you fell against him hopelessly.

“They’re going to make me watch, Jin-ah. I-I have to watch him-”

Bitter tears overtook you, wracking your body with the violence of your despair.

“I know...,” he murmured softly into your hair, “I know.”

“Do you think he’ll really show up?”

The chief elder glared fiercely at the young man who dared voice such a question.

The entire pack had jammed themselves into the clearing where the challenge was taking place and despite the solemnity of the occasion, the atmosphere buzzed with barely contained speculation.

“Park Jimin was chosen by the goddess herself to be her champion or to be the divine test of her champion. Have some respect,” he hissed.

The young pup had the decency to look abashed, but the chief elder was already ignoring him in favor of the newest arrival...

A Luna wore only three ceremonial colors at any given time.

Green for celebration and harvest was worn in times of laughter and gaiety.

Blue for mourning and peaceful resolve was worn in times of trial and hardship.

Red for passion and vengeance was worn in times of war and signified the sacred bonds that wove the pack together.

Your mother laid out a blue cloak as it was the color chosen by every Luna who had ever faced down a provocatione ritual.

But you arrived in sumptuous Red.

It was a stunning act of defiance, a wordless declaration of your fury. You were here to obey the goddess, but in a crimson cloak you would not embrace this challenge with peaceful resolve.

An attack upon your mate, even under these circumstances, was an attack upon you.

You had come dressed for war.

Jimin heard the gasps echo around his meditation cell.

He and Namjoon arrived at the sacred circle a full hour before dawn and sequestered themselves in the small, free-standing hovels on opposing sides of the the site.

The tiny pods were spaces for an individual to commune with the goddess and center themselves before engaging in the typically life-altering events that brought them there.

Sometimes it was marriage or celebration, sometimes it was acceptance to one of the guilds or a promotion to a higher rank within your family’s clan...

Today it was life and death and the future of the pack that weighed upon the combatants’ shoulders.

The sudden swell of movement and sound pulled Jimin from his meditative state.

What happened?

He got his answer soon after an elder came to escort him into the circle.

It was you.

Your hands and feet were bound to the ornately carved chair they had seated you in. This was a typical precaution because it was natural for a wolf to defend their mate if they were in danger and the restraints kept the Luna from doing so.

The pain in your gaze was agonizing, but in red, flowing down from your shoulders with fiery obstinance, you were every inch the warrior queen.

Yet it was not your rebellious cloak or even your incredible beauty that caused his heart to pound and stutter in glorious shock...

It was the familiar praesidium bracelet wrapped around your wrist; an intimate message of devotion that he and he alone would understand.

Pride and possessiveness roared to life in Jimin’s chest.

She’s mine.

“You look... surprisingly calm.”

Taehyung jerked guiltily.

“What? Me? I don’t know anything - I mean I’m not calm - I’m frantic. I - I don’t even understand the question.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised right up into his hairline.

“Taehyung-ah? Did you put those special mushrooms in your broth this morning? You’re acting a bit strange-”

“No,” Taehyung’s voice cracked. “This is me - this is totally normal me. I’m not - there were no mushrooms-” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “So - uh - how’s Yoonji?”

“Oh my go- really?!”

The chief elder began to recite his speech, reminding the pack of the profound significance this moment carried...

But Yunli could barely hear his words over the ringing in her ears. Her gaze fixed on Namjoon from the moment the elder brought him forward... yet he had not glanced toward her once.

He looked so strong and confident.

So capable of victory.

A faint whimper of abject sorrow worked its way passed her lips and Namjoon’s eyes flew to her instantly.

As if he had always known exactly where she was.

Longing split his features for a fraction of a second.

Then his gaze shuttered again and Yunli’s wolf howled in silent, mournful agony.

Anticipation bore down upon the assembly as the chief elder uttered the last few sentences with reluctant finality.

The moment had come.

Both alphas stepped into the circle.

You began to tug frantically - futilely - against the bonds. Jin’s hand gripped yours as a tear slipped heedlessly down his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon whispered - to you - to Yunli - to Jimin -

To himself.

Then his claws lengthened to a deadly point and he tore forward with a chilling snarl.

Jimin remained unnaturally still, watching his rival barrel towards him with almost calculated intent.

Namjoon’s arm drew back to land the first strike and-

———◐———

Last Night...

———◐———

“Wait - WHAT?!”

“It was... me. I broke the table.”

Taehyung drew back slowly. His eyebrows furrowed in profound confusion.

“With what? A jackhammer!?”

Jimin tilted his head in amusement.

“Hammerfist strike... actually.” He shrugged. “I lost my temper.”

“You - You lost your-“ Tae began shaking his head rapidly. “Is it a spell of some sort?! Goddess you know better than to get tangled up with witches! You let them give you a band aid and then they show up ten years later asking for your firstborn!”

Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Of course not! No... it’s...” he bit his lip. “You remember that time I came to your house a little too early and... Yoonji had you tied to a bed...”

Tae paled.

“We agreed never to speak of that.”

“And I haven’t - spoken of it - especially since Yoongi still thinks his precious baby cousin is unaware of big bad boy wolves and if he found out you were corrupting her-”

“Wait. You think I was corrupting her?!“

“The point is... it’s a secret. And I know you have your reasons for keeping it that way so... I hope you’ll understand what I’m about to tell you...”

———◐———

Fourteen Years Ago...

———◐———

Jimin’s hands fidgeted nervously over the flyer that the human boy offered him.

“But I’m only in Seoul for the summer.”

Just long enough to miss Alpha Camp entirely.

“That’s perfect because it’s only a summer program. Seriously, you were so fast catching that jar I knocked over. Your reflexes are amazing and it looks like you’ve got the perfect build for it too.” He tapped the flyer for emphasis. “Think about it.”

No one had ever told Park Jimin that he would be good at anything like this. In fact most people told him he needed to be better...

Bigger.

Stronger.

His eyes traveled over the large letters printed at the top of the brochure.

“Taekwondo...”

——◐——

“...so thank you all again for signing up and attending the orientation. I will see you tomorrow for our first class.”

A strange sense of anticipation hummed through Jimin as he gathered his coat. He was finally doing something for himself; something that had nothing to do with being an alpha-

“You’re a wolf, aren’t you...”

The young instructor who gave the initial demonstration and spoke for most of the orientation stood behind him with his arms crossed.

Jimin’s eyes widened in shock.

“How did you know?”

The stranger tapped his nose.

“My grandfather had a human mate and his pack exiled him for it. I’m mostly human, but this nose can pick up another wolf’s scent just as well as yours.”

Modern packs didn’t exile wolves with human mates anymore, but fifty years ago the practice was still unfortunately common.

“I’m sorry about your grandfather.”

The young man smiled.

“He lived a long happy life with his mate and his family. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He stretched out his hand. “Lee Taemin.”

“Park Jimin.”

They shook firmly, and Taemin continued to examine him with unconcealed interest.

“Tell me, Park Jimin, what’s an alpha wolf doing all the way out in Seoul? The only pack around here married their last child into one of the mountain nations years ago.”

“That was my mother, actually... I’m here visiting my grandmother.”

Taemin tilted his head curiously.

“I’ve never known wolves to be interested in human martial arts. You lot prefer to fight shifted... In fact, I doubt a mountain wolf could even throw a punch,” he snorted, “not that they’d need to with those fangs.”

Jimin’s shoulders fell a little.

“So... you don’t think I’ll be good at it.”

“On the contrary, I think you could be incredible.”

The young wolf’s face brightened immediately.

“Really?! Even if I’m not as strong as other wolves?”

“Taekwondo isn’t about strength. It’s about speed. Master the speed and the strength will follow.”

———◐———

“Relax your body. Focus your energy.”

Jimin drew in a deep breath as he moved through the pattern Taemin taught him.

“The power and speed of your wolf is constant, but most wolves do not bother channeling it in human form. Concentrate on your wolf and bring that power into your strike.”

His hand came down on the thin press wood and-

It hurt. A lot.

Taemin chuckled as Jimin cussed and swore, cradling his tender fist grouchily.

“You’ll get it. Just keep practicing.”

“Are you sure I’ll be able to break the boards one day?”

The boy’s face was so round and adorably hopeful. Taemin nodded confidently and offered him some ice.

“A human with training can break boards, but a wolf who harnessed his natural speed and strength could break much more than that.”

———◐———

Twelve Years Ago...

———◐———

“You’ve improved a great deal since last summer. Were you finally able to find a teacher near your pack?”

“Yes - but... she’s not as good as you.”

Finding a local Taekwondo teacher had been the easy part.

Constantly making up excuses to explain his habitual disappearances...

That was trickier.

His mother thought he was hunting with Taehyung, Taehyung thought he was sniffing around some human girl and needed a buddy to cover his tracks.

Sneaking away to practice wasn’t too difficult, but he panicked when Yoongi caught him moving through forms in the woods once and pretended to be doing an interpretive dance.

With no music.

Yoongi had looked at him a little funny since then.

Taemin grinned. “Of course she’s not as good as me. I’m the best. Now take position and let’s see if you can finally land this kick.”

———◐———

Ten Years Ago...

———◐———

Jimin glared at the thick oak board Taemin sent him home with this year.

“It’s a 4x6 solid oak plank. I want you to break it before the winter solstice.”

He snorted, positioning the board between the makeshift vices he fashioned to hold it in place.

“Sure, I’ll just get right on that.”

“...Who are you talking to?”

Jimin groaned internally.

Of course.

“Hey guys,” he turned to greet Jungkook and Hoseok brightly (while completely ignoring the question). “Where - where are you two headed today?”

Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“One of the elders is going to teach us how to build traps! He invited all the unmated alphas to go with him past the boundary lines to test whatever we make!”

A familiar embarrassment settled heavily in Jimin stomach.

“Oh... I uh... I didn’t hear that.”

“I’m sure it was just a mistake that they didn’t call for you,” Hoseok rushed to reassure him. “You could come with us. I don’t think the elder would mind.”

The older boy’s gaze was filled with discomfort... and pity.

Jimin cleared his throat and forced up a sunny smile.

“No that’s fine - I have work to do anyways so...”

Jungkook nodded quickly, desperate to escape the unexpectedly awkward conversation.

“Have fun!” he shouted, already beginning to jog away.

Jimin watched quietly as their figures grew smaller, waiting till their clumsy steps no longer disturbed the stillness around him.

He should be used to it by now...

The passive rejection.

It shouldn’t bother him anymore. There was no malicious intent... just casual dismissal again and again and again-

An angry roar tore past his lips as he brought his hand down on the board.

It cracked in half.

———◐———

Eight Years Ago...

———◐———

“It’s strange but - I feel like the better I become at this, the stronger my wolf is.”

“That isn’t strange at all. You and your wolf are two halves of a whole. The more you balance your energy, the more your strengths can be shared. Now - stop stalling and get to it.”

Jimin eyed Taemin’s latest idea with a reluctant groan.

“None of the other students have to break cinder block.”

“None of the other students are wolves. Besides, it’s been 6 years, you’ve broken stacks of boards. It’s time for a real challenge.”

“I’m lucky I haven’t broken a bone,” Jimin mumbled irritably.

He did that day, but it was healed in a week and he broke his first cinderblock a month later.

———◐———

Five Years Ago...

———◐———

“Remember, timing is everything. Never let your opponent see what you’re going to do.”

“How many times do you think I’ve heard that over the last ten years?”

“Not enough, clearly. You’re still telegraphing with that right foot.”

Jimin’s left hand shot out and connected with Taemin’s jaw.

“Am I?”

Taemin blinked up at him from the floor.

“Ok. I admit. That was pretty impressive.”

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Three Years Ago...

———◐———

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I was looking for Jin.”

Jimin scrambled to his feet, dumping the pile of pebbles he collected (for his mother’s garden) noisily to the ground.

“Luna...”

He took a discreet step backward as your gaze scanned the area in frustration.

“You haven’t seen my cousin, have you?”

Jimin gulped.

He had seen Kim Seokjin - leading a curvy beta girl (nose first no doubt) in the direction of the old wading pool. It took every bit of self-restraint he possessed not to laugh out loud each time Jin bashfully declared that he was a ‘good boy’ and to ‘be gentle with him,’ - after all, he’d given the same speech to two other she-wolves last week.

Best not to scar her for life. Some things cannot be unseen.

His mind darted briefly to the scene he’d walked into at Taehyung’s house yesterday.

“I have no idea where Seokjin is, Luna.”

You sighed, gnawing absently at your lip while you considered his words, and Jimin felt a familiar hint of futile longing whisper through him.

He’d never been so close to you, and now that he was, his wolf was making all sorts of insane suggestions to keep you near.

Do a backflip. Climb a tree. Build her a house.

Jimin bent quickly to gather his scattered stones, ashamed at the direction of his thoughts.

You were so incredibly beautiful...

It was almost enough to make him forget that he would only ever be Park Jimin.

He couldn’t blame the others for fighting and fawning over your attention like they did. You were the moon and every man around you was drawn in like the tide.

“Today is my seventeenth birthday, you know.”

Jimin looked up to discover that you had moved much closer and were now looking down at him expectantly.

He blinked. Twice.

“I - yes. I did know.”

The entire pack was celebrating. He’d have to be comatose not to know.

“Should I save you a dance, Park Jimin?”

Up until that exact second, Jimin would have bet his life savings that you did not know his name.

Yet here you were - so very close to him - gazing down into his eyes almost shyly.

He nodded because he couldn’t think of a single reason not to give you anything you wanted. And when you smiled so brilliantly - he almost believed that you truly wanted to dance with him...

Almost.

He never went to your party.

He never danced with you.

Not that day. Not ever.

Because deep down he suspected that if he held you in his arms - even once - he would never truly let go.

He was sure you wouldn’t notice his absence... You wouldn’t remember talking to him by the time the evening rolled around.

He never saw you search the crowds for his face right up until the midnight bell.

He never saw you turn down dance after dance hoping that the beautiful boy from the forest would finally come and take your hand.

He was your only wish that birthday.

But he never knew.

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One Year Ago...

———◐———

“I’ve never seen anything like your skill. You’ve long since surpassed me. I’m not sure what more I can teach you,” Taemin smiled, bumping Jimin on the shoulder, “Perhaps you should find a woman and spend a little less time practicing.”

An unwelcome flash of silver eyes and a laugh like sunshine danced through his mind.

“No. I’m... not really the type wolf girls go for.”

Taemin snorted.

“I don’t believe that. Aren’t you an alpha?”

“Yes, but it’s... complicated.”

“Isn’t everything?”

Jimin laughed.

“Yes, I suppose it is.”

Silence settled comfortably between them as they nursed several bottles of soju on his grandmother’s porch. Taemin had charmed the old hellion quite thoroughly and he would often drop by for a visit even when Jimin was back home with his pack.

“So what will you do now?” he asked. “You can’t compete. I can barely withstand sparring with you, and you’d kill a human - even if you landed a blow at half strength.”

Jimin ran his fingers absently through his hair while he pondered his mentor’s words.

“I learned to fight because I was searching for something that would help me sort out who I was.” He scoffed. “I don’t know that I’m any closer to that goal.”

Taemin shook his head.

“No. I think you’ve got it all wrong, Park Jimin. No one achieves what you have without knowing who they are. You’ve always been a fighter and some part of you realizes that.” He sighed heavily and finished off the rest of his drink. “Now I think you’re just... waiting.”

“For what?” Jimin chuckled playfully.

Taemin pulled out another bottle and met his gaze with a knowing grin.

“Something worth fighting for.”

———◐———

Now...

———◐———

Jimin remained unnaturally still, watching his rival barrel towards him with almost calculated intent.

Namjoon’s arm drew back to land the first strike and-

It was fast.

So fast it almost seemed like magic.

One moment the Kim alpha was the barest breath away from a swift and decisive victory-

Then he was crashing backwards onto the dirt.

Those who watched carefully saw Park Jimin spin into a vicious kick, one that connected solidly with the middle of his opponent’s chest.

Stunned silence pressed in from every side as Namjoon scrambled back to his feet, his expression wavering wildly between excruciating pain and monumental shock.

Jimin smiled, letting his razor sharp canines lengthen menacingly as he flowed back into a perfect combat stance.

“You didn’t think I’d just let you have her, did you?”

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years ago

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I would like a request for Steve Demon, something very dark and hot, thank you! 😈❤️

Hi darling! Thank you for your patience 🙏💖 This story was inspired by Slavic witch legends and VN Demonheart!

Oh, my love, don't forsake me

Pairing: demon!Steve Rogers x witch!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, dark magic, dubcon, witch!Nakia, mentions of violence.

Words: 1670.

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You remembered your first encounter with him well. It had been your first Walpurgis Night when Nakia presented you to a coven: you had been taken through an initiation ritual to become a true witch, and all of you danced and drank and laughed, jumping through grand fire and burning your clothes till you all had been naked, only jewelry - necklaces, earrings and bracelets - left on your bodies.

It was then when demons had arrived, many of them flying directly to their witches and starting dancing with them, picking them up and letting them ride them high up in the sky as if they were horned horses, and you froze on your spot, watching their red bodies glowing.

"You will choose your demon lover today." Nakia whispered to you, smiling to her own mighty demon, his shoulders wide and muscular, his gaunt wings so large he could cover ten people with each. "There are several of those who are free."

"Today?" You asked her nervously, watching those demons without a witch on their backs. "But I thought I would be given time to let them know better."

You knew no one but Nakia, and the thought of choosing your demon right this very moment seemed a bit frightening to you. The witch was choosing her demon lover for eternity - unless both her and him would decide to separate, but it was highly unlikely as the bond they built had always been hard to break. How could you do it without knowing a demon first? Today you could make the worst mistake in your entire life - and afterlife, considering that your soul would travel back to Hell with your demon by your side.

"Don't fret over little things." The witch flashed you a wide smile, her flawless skin glowing softly in the dim light coming from the fire meters away from you. "You will be fine. Look at them! Who is the one you want the most?"

She motioned to the demons flying up in the air, their wings flapping, and you realized you could actually see what was beneath the loincloth of some of them, your face growing unbearably hot. How indecent! Why didn't they wear something more concealing?

"Because they are showing new witches what they got to offer." Your mentor laughed at your bemused expression, and you chuckled, thinking how you were standing naked in front of them with just a think golden necklace on, the only valuable jewelry you had. "Don't be shy, dear. Look, look at them! Ask me if you see someone attractive, and I will tell you everything I know."

Oh dear, it was probably the most embarrassing thing you had ever done, but you couldn't miss your only opportunity to know more about your future lover. Besides, you didn’t become a witch to spend your days caring about morals and decency, did you? You were going to sin till the very end of your life, and today could be a nice starting point. In the end, a physical body and all its parts were nothing to be ashamed of.

Watching several men, their skin scarlet, floating above the grand fire and laughing along the other couples, you tried focusing on those who you thought looked the strongest and sheepishly whispering to Nakia. You felt a little distressed her own lover had to wait for you, but the demon only grinned at you, baring his pearly white teeth, and bowed his head a little, visibly agreeing to wait longer. Maybe they weren’t all as scary as you imagined? You certainly hoped so, pointing to several demons and asking your mentor about them.

“This one? This is Tony, he’s a clever but vicious sort.”

“Aren’t they all?”

Turning her face to you, Nakia gently caressed your head as if you were her child. “No, darling. Not to us. But you are right, I doubt Tony would be the right choice for you. Maybe young Peter? It is his first Walpurgis Night, but he’s of age. Or Brock, that demon over there? Oh no, look at this ruthless barbarian...”

However, before you had time to look at the man she had pointing at, another demon suddenly crossed your way, and you stilled when he looked directly at you, his large crimson wings blocking the view for both Nakia and you. He stood out from the crowd with his glowing golden hair and immense wings that were bigger than even Nakia’s lover, and you frown when the demon landed on his goat hooves, aggressively ripping his loincloth away and baring his flesh in front of you. Your face grew hot at his shameless display, and searched for your mentor’s hand, clutching it in yours like a child, truly. What was that? Did you make the demon upset? Had you broken some rule you didn’t know about?

Nervously glancing at Nakia’s lover you saw him distressed, too, but he didn’t move further to protect you, standing on his place. Was it because there was no true danger or because he simply couldn’t protect his witch against the monster in front of you?

“Who is he?” Your whisper was barely audible as you trembled, clinging to Nakia, and she wrapped her warm arm around your shoulders, leaning closer to your ear.

“Steven of Triskelion. Do not be scared, my darling, he isn’t here to hurt you. I wonder why he’s courting you so... passionately, though.”

“Courting me?”

“Oh yes, my dear. Look at him, putting himself on display like that for a young witch. His desire for you must be strong.”

Softly waving at her lover and seeing him relaxing, Nakia gently pushed you in front, encouraging you to come closer to the demon whose gaze was so intense you were worried he would make a hole in you. Oh, you needed to talk to him. Probably. You weren’t sure, but by the look on the witch’s face you guessed the demon in front of you wasn’t necessarily a bad choice. Judging by his enormous form and his thick, veiny cock in between his muscled legs, maybe he really weren’t.

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious in front of him, you tried smiling and prevent yourself from covering your body with your hands - he had just shown himself completely naked to you, and it would be disrespectful of you to do otherwise. You certainly didn’t want to upset a demon like him.

“Hello, Sir. It is a pleasure to meet you.” You said politely, hoping he wouldn’t mind the way you talked to him. Should you bow to him? Offer him your hand? Kiss his cheek? No, no, you wouldn’t dare.

For a second you thought he was going to hit you, but you knew a demon would never do that to a witch, especially with a whole coven present. They’d ban him from ever pairing with any of them, stripping him of a possibly ally and lover. Only the most insane demons would try doing something as reckless and disrespectful, but they weren’t allowed to Walpurgis Night celebrations. Thank... Devil?

The demon suddenly chuckled, baring his sharp fangs, “You don’t have to be so polite with me, little witch. I am sorry for intimidating you for it was not my intention. Come closer.”

Liar! He loved the effect he had on you, you didn’t have to get inside his horned head to see it. Was he of patronizing kind? Maybe. It wasn’t the worst one among demons straight from Hell, and you smiled at him, putting your arm in his as he drew you closer to him, his other arm softly cupping your chin. His crimson body was radiating heat, and you enjoyed it when demon made you lean onto his wide chest. Despite being somewhat shy about the whole encounter, you were starting to warming up, demon’s touch having a strange effect on you.

“Allow me to give you this.” The man murmured into your ear, and you felt the heaviness of a string of pearls on your neck, touching it with your fingers and watching the demon with wide eyes.

Of course, you have heard of witches receiving gifts from their demonic lovers, but Steve was still a stranger to you. Was it right to accept something so expensive from him? While you tried looking for Nakia to ask her advice, the demon wrapped his large gaunt wings around you two, preventing you from searching for your friend, and forcefully turned your face to him, claiming your lips as if he wanted to devour you. You had no time to react before his huge tongue got inside your mouth, his clawed hand running up your rib cage and cupping your breasts as you whimpered against him, his body blazing hot. He didn’t give you a second to get accustomed to the kiss before spreading his wings and flapping them as he unceremoniously grabbed you by the hips and flew up, taking you with him. You let out a little mewl, clinging to Steve for life. What was he doing?!

“Don’t be scared, kitten. I’m not asking you to ride on my back just yet.” The demon’s voice was soft, but you could see his grin getting wider, and a part of you was nervous at his somewhat aggressive courting. “But wouldn’t you like it? I can be a powerful ally for a witch and a gentle lover for an innocent kitten like you.”

“Be careful, dear. Steve became bitter after his witch has left him to return to God,” Nakia’s voice said in your head, and you frowned, knowing the demon most certainly heard her, too.

She left him for God? What, how was this even possible?

Demon’s grin turned wicked as he kissed your forehead, getting higher and higher as other demons and witches danced below you. “It’s true, darling. That’s why after you choose me to be your lover I will carve your heart out of your chest and keep it with me.”

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justimajin · 4 years ago

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Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Pt. 1

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

↳ (3.7k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: This series will involve themes of graphic violence, depictions of blood, major character death and hints of trauma. 18+ rating. Reader discretion is highly advised.

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➟ Next Update: Tuesday, December 22

Love is a strange thing.

It pulls individuals together, sparking fireworks and blissful rays of euphoria within seconds. It renders people affectionate, words dripped with honey and caresses full of tenderness transcending without a means of stopping. To be frank, it’s majestic through the eyes of the beholder.

But love is indeed a strange thing.

It’s history has been plagued with moments of weakness and hesitation, moments that rip away layers to reveal raw, vulnerable selves from every individual. It’s inability to forget and move on clutches onto the minds of those that chose to associate with it, invading their memories and never granting them a single second to run free. Love is a strange thing, but it’s most putrid use has always been the necessity to use it like a tool.

A deep breath escapes your tinted red lips, cold hands clutching onto the delicate bouquet that’s been thrust into them. The petal pink and lilac purple flowers rest against the chaste white of your dress, the awaited arrival of yours long passed as you raise your head and sneak a peek at the person standing in front of you behind your veil.

Clad in a special tailored suit for the occasion, his dark brown hair has been brushed back and neatly tucked into the corners of his hair. He stands tall and confident, seemingly captivated by the words the priest mumbles through as he drags on through every dull phase written in his book. As if he can tell your eyes are on him, he suddenly looks in your direction and you return your gaze back to the ground, clutching onto the array of petals in your hands.

The priest goes on to dutifully declare the responsibilities you must carry, including the very ones that tie you to each other.

For better, for worse. Rich, poor. Sickness, health.

Love. Cherish.

“Until death do you part?” The priest peers up with fatigued eyes, glancing in between you. You suck in a shaky breath, eyes fixating on everything except for the man standing on the opposing side.

“I-I do.” You hastily mutter, swallowing the lump stuck in your throat. Patiently waiting for his answer, you try not to focus on the collection of eyes gawking at you from the altar.

“I do.” He states, firm and resolute with his answer. It shakes you to your core, eyes immediately flickering up to meet his warm ones.

You’re perplexed for a moment, but you’re not given time to dwell any longer once the priest shuts his book, content with your answers. Relief floods you in an instant, yet it’s short-lived and has your stomach churning instead.

“You may kiss the bride.” The priest steps back as if you needed room for the grandiose gesture, eagerly awaiting the showcase with the rest of the people seated in front of the altar. Nevertheless, your hands begin to quiver despite your best wishes and you remain planted in place.

Before you even know it, the delicate veil resting against your forehead is being pulled up and tucked away, projecting your dolled up features on full display. You can only fidget when he draws near, preparing for the worse until he pauses.

Glancing up in surprise, you’re caught off guard from the lines crossing his forehead and the dismay clouding his eyes. For a second, you could have sworn that you were gazing into a mirror, an image of your combined concerns being painted right in front of you.

You’re caught in between a daze and bewilderment when he advances again, however all you feel is a soft peck against your skin before your veil is placed back into place. Your audience seems to be at loss with the action, but once he turns around to face them in the midst of holding your hand, loud cheers and roars flood the room as congratulatory confetti bursts into the room.

Unconsciously, your hand drifts over to your cheek with furrowed brows and you steal another glance at the man you will be bound to for eternity.

***

The L/N Family.

Tactical and resourceful, known for their skillful strategies and trade explorations, a business they would go on to proudly pronounce in the arms industry. Others would look to them for support and reassurance, and they would in return cohesively make protective deals that would ensure no harm. Yonghwa, their head, would go on to make a legacy out of his family name.

The Kim Family.

Discreet and powerful, known for their relentless determination and invokable hunger, characteristics that would eventually seep into their weapon manufacturing business. They know how and with whom to pick their fights, vigorously acquiring a steady position in the industry within a flash before everyone’s eyes. Namjung, their head, carved the Kim name into a status no one would have ever imagined.

Trade and manufacturing, two able sides of the same coin. They seeked to forge an union that would unite their two sectors, to create a harmonious flow of success within their collective industries.

But not all deals, go as planned.

On the fateful day, Yonghwa was found on the ground in a pool of his own blood while Namjung was left visibly shaken. Catastrophe seemed to only follow the event there on after, with both families seeking revenge on the other. Their union seemed to be the last thing on either mind, but after the years passed and stained relations had been fully dragged out, there only seemed to be one solution that could bring peace to the two of them.

***

The wheels of the large suitcase hit the polished ground.

It’s lavish and grand, crystals littering the high held ceiling and lilies spread over the handles of the spiraling staircase. It ends right at the large chandelier, with more crystals dangling down opposite the shining marble that your slippers find purchase in.

You remain in place, staring with wide eyes and an agape jaw the scenery before you.

“Please,” A girl bows before you, dressed in a simple pale blouse and skirt that’s paired with an apron. There’s a small twinkle in her pleasant eyes paired with natural pouting lips; the delicate features drawing out the sheer youth the girl embodies. “Follow me.”

You snap out of your daze once she advances forward, her hands careful weaving through yours to clutch onto your packed luggage. At first, you’re a bit unsure as to if you should let her carry the heavy load up the stairs, but you’re pleasantly surprised when she manages to hall it all the way up.

She roughly pushes herself against a large wooden door, revealing the grand room behind it. It’s decorated similarly to the main portion of the house, however the sheer size of it has your jaw dropping again, eyebrows furrowed as its appearance.

Your suspicions are confirmed right away, “This will be your room, Miss Y/N.”

“I-I…” You can’t help but hesitate, “Are you sure?”

She nods, placing your luggage now. “Of course, Master Kim asked us to prepare it for you.”

You instinctively flinch at the sudden mention of your husband, but the girl tilts her head to the side, curiosity peeking through her.

“Don’t they have such rooms in the L/N residence?” Her eyes suddenly widen, and she slaps a hand against her mouth, “Oh no, I-I didn’t mean it that way!”

A smile curls on the corners of your lips, “What’s your name?”

She gazes at you with surprise, like she had been expecting a scolding fit for her lifetime. Nonetheless, she hastily answers your question with a bow.

“I am Eunjoo, one of Master Kim’s most faithful servants.”

“Little flower.” You decipher, “Sounds like a fitting name.”

“It could have been summer’s grace.” Eunjoo offers with a shrug, “Though I don’t really like summer, so I’ve tried my best to ignore that meaning.”

You let out a genuine chuckle from that, something that has Eunjoo instantly beam. The news of her own Master getting married to someone from the L/N family was initially difficult for her to digest, but it appears that she was too early to judge.

A lopped smile etching onto your features, “And to answer your previous question, unfortunately the L/N’s don’t have such a residence. We’ve lost much of our wealth after‒…” You pause, biting back your words, “...after, you know.”

You wave your hand away in the air and Eunjoo understandably nods, no need to delve into the long-lived history of your families that is known to all. She hurriedly aids in you in unpacking much to your reassured protests, following and assisting you around like a little fairy. Her company ends up being both interesting and comfortable, especially since the two of you discovered the other wasn’t well in adapting the titles you carry.

A knock resounds against the door, drawing out your attention. Immediately Eunjoo drops the clothes in her hands, right before she straightens up and takes a graceful bow.

Her reaction is telling of who's at the door, so with pinched lips and a creased forehead, you turn around.

He remains glued to the door frame, still adorned in his tailored black suit. Aside from the similarity in his put together appearance though, his shoulders are no longer hiked up in a noble stance, nor is there any remaining amount of warmth spreading through his eyes. Instead, he appears akin to how he was in the split-second before your ultimate union was official, the memory causing the skin of your cheek to slightly burn.

Swaying from side to side, he hesitates to step into the room.

“I see you’ve met Eunjoo.” He mentions. On cue, the servant straightens up, a huge smile on her lips.

“I was just helping Miss Y/N unpack!”

“Oh that’s nice, perhaps I can assist to‒” He isn’t able to finish his sentence, because the next thing you know you jolt at the sound of a loud crash that echoes through the room.

“Master Kim!” Eunjoo immediately rushes forward, scurrying to help the fallen man. He instantly rises up to his feet and dusts off his suit jacket, but remains of glass are scattered all over the ground.

He lets out a groan and Eunjoo sighs, “Master, you know you have to be careful.” She begins to quickly pluck up the shards of the vase, raising one up to eye level with a pout, “I especially picked this one out for your newly wedded wife.”

At the mention of you, Namjoon instantly glances up, pupils shaking. “I-I can get you a new one soon, it might take around a week but if I put in a request now‒” He scrambles around for a moment, before checking the inner pockets of his jacket for something to write on in a haste.

Unconsciously, a small smile cracks through the seam of your lips, increasing as he tries to intervene with Eunjoo to pick the shards, and she protests that he shouldn’t get his hands soiled with her errands. He eventually has to sheepishly stand to the side, staring at her defeated like a child that had just gotten scolded for misbehaving.

Eunjoo eventually collects all the pieces and ushers herself out, reminding you of the pending family dinner you’ll need to attend in the evening. She leaves the room and you decide to resume unpacking, until you come across the realization that you’re not alone.

“Do you need help?” He peers at your suitcase behind you, “I’m usually more capable with things that aren’t easy to break.”

The abrupt proximity catches you by surprise, but you merely shake your head at his kind offer, “I should be fine, thank you.”

He nods and you assume he’ll excuse himself after a moment, but he lingers and that’s when you crane your head over at him.

Appearing to be in between a deep ponder, he snaps back into reality once your questioning eyes fall onto him. “Uh I‒” A lengthy sigh leaves his lips, “I know this is strange.”

You wonder what he's referring to until you notice him gesturing to the gap between you, “It’s strange for me, and it’s strange for you. We didn’t really have a choice in the matter.”

He sheepishly scratches the back of his neck, a deep crease forming between his brows. You’re frozen in place, at a complete loss for words.

He suddenly sucks in a breath, looking up to gaze into your eyes, “But I’d like to get to know you better….a-as my future wife.”

Your eyes round and his declaration only receives dead silence in its awake. Flabbergasted, he attempts to correct himself amidst your prolonged response.

“T-That doesn’t mean right away! We can take our time and I’m not expecting anything from you, so you don’t need to worry and‒”

“I’d like that.”

He freezes, “Wait, really?”

You hum, a corner of your mouth lifting, “You’re right, it’s strange. But I’d like to get to know my husband better as well.”

His eyes immediately sparkle, like you’ve said the very words he’s been aching to hear, “That’s great!” A breathtaking smile overtakes his features, “I guess I’ll see you at dinner then?”

You nod with a smile, and he departs, the euphoria never once leaving his lips.

***

Evening draws near and long gone is the dilatory white piece of garment that’s forever confined you to your fate. Instead, it’s replaced with a delicate fabric of rose gold, perhaps to represent the luxury you have of being present in such a place or in the new beginnings that will soon follow you.

Regardless, you prepare yourself. Although you’re simply arriving to dinner, there’s a family waiting at the table that you don’t know of yet.

Eunjoo brings you down with her after putting your hair up and presenting a pair of matching heels your way. You’re wary as you walk down the spiraling staircase, barely balancing yourself on the elevated shoes. Luckily, Eunjoo notices and helps you down, but the split moment of relief is met with a jolt of surprise when you notice someone waiting at the bottom.

“I’ll take it from here, Eunjoo.” The women amiably bids. Eunjoo swiftly bows, mumbling something along the lines of Mistress Kim, before heading into the dinner room.

You immediately whirl around, eyes on alert like a deer in headlights. She mirthfully smiles at you, carrying a warm tone in her eyes that feels familiar.

“You don’t have to look so worried,” She reprimands, “I’m not going to bite your head off.”

Your eyes widen even more, “I-I’m sorry?”

She bursts out into laughter, concealing her ruby red lips with a hand that is glittering in assorted jewels.

“Nothing, dear. I’m just teasing you.” You nervously laugh at that, and she places a hand against your back, guiding you forward. “Come, I’m eager to know what my son’s wife is like.”

Politely nodding, you follow behind her and nearly freeze. If you had expected your bedroom to be astonishing, then you weren’t prepared for the enormous buffet that waits for you ahead.

Pieces of food are scattered all over the decorated table, ranging from freshly cooked to foods you would have never imagined yourself eating. It reminds you of times your family could barely manage to have a decent meal for one night, lost scavenging for food that wouldn’t make your empty pockets hurt.

You’re so lost in the thought that you don’t feel someone brush by you. There’s suddenly a warm hand planting onto your shoulder, drawing your attention with a smile full of dimples.

“Do you want to sit down first?” He gestures to the table, where his mother sits next to his father and opposite to his sister. Embarrassed that you’ve been just gawking at the table, you hurriedly take a seat and so does Namjoon.

Even though you’re only just sitting at the table, it seems like all eyes are on you, burning into your skin and tracing every move. The impending silence eventually does crack though, and it’s done by a person you would have least expected.

“Is that chicken?” Namjoon’s father blurts out, his eyes following a tray one of the servants brings by. His wife immediately interjects, dismayed by his reaction.

“Indeed,” She points a demanding finger at him, “But none for you, there’s a reason why your health hasn’t been the greatest as of lately.”

He pouts at her response, longley staring at the dish once it arrives. The childlike display catches you a bit off guard, eyebrows raised.

“That’s unreasonable though.” He suddenly looks in your direction, “What do you think, Y/N? Isn’t she being unreasonable?”

The abrupt inquiry leaves you speechless, no coherent words manifesting at the tip of your tongue. His wife whirls around, cocking up a brow in his direction.

“Why are you dragging her into this?” She faces you with a smile, “Y/N is the newest addition to our family so we should make her feel welcome, not bring her into such trivial matters.”

The pleasant response astonishes you, but more so the mention of your inclusion. He lets out a sigh, acknowledging his wife’s sentiments.

“You’re right.” He turns to you, “Y/N, why don’t you tell us about yourself?”

His mother hums, “I’d like to hear about where you grew up, Y/N.”

“Oh, it’s nothing really special,” You grow bashful, “I was raised in the outskirts of the country by my parents.”

The two of them nod, intently listening to you, “Before coming here, I studied in the imperial academy for a while.”

“Ah, involved in the industry I see.” He praises, “You must know a lot about how our businesses are conducted, right?”

“Not quite.” There’s a strained smile on your lips, “I didn’t want to actively participate in it.”

Although your answer seems to have taken both of them by surprise, his wife hums in approval. “So I’m assuming that was your personal choice?”

When you nod, a giant smile stretches onto her lips, and she elbows her husband, “A gutsy one, don’t you think?”

He smiles in retaliation, “Just like you.”

She blushes at his sudden compliment, but a voice from afar breaks the two out of their daze.

“Gross - we’re eating here.”

Appalled at the feminine voice, you notice the young girl seated across from Namjoon, a deep frown etched onto her stern features.

“Leave them be, Geongmin.” Namjoon coaxes his sister, but she lets out a grunt of disapproval in the midst of eating soup.

The corners of his mother’s lips turn up and his father faces you again, looking as if he had a million questions up his sleeve lined up just for you.

Much to your surprise, the rest of the evening is spent exchanging pleasantries with them and keeping conversation light. There even comes a moment when both you and Namjoon end up reaching out for the bread basket, only to pull away once you discover your hands had ended up meeting halfway. As you grow bashful, you notice his mother smiling tenderly and his father chuckling at the abrupt affiliation.

Once the evening begins to come to an end, you excuse yourself through the use of your own fatigue and request to head to bed first. They waste no time in understanding, with Namjoon’s father even wrapping a hand around his son and expressing that he needed to discuss some things with him anyway.

You leave the room as he heads off with his family, granting you with some much-needed time and space.

***

Treading back, you pause at the large wooden door that leads into your room. Your eyes briefly skim over the fine carvings on the wood, instead choosing to scrutinize the direction of your right and left side. A shadow casts over your pupils and your hand presses against the door, letting it slowly creak wide open.

Step by step, you stroll inside and let the light fade out, replacing itself with only darkness.

The moment the source of luminescence disappears, you move within a flash. The handle is locked, tugged at for a confirmation. There’s a speck of radiance coming from the small lamp you’ve turned on, enough to see the large suitcase you’ve brought get yanked out.

Zippers are flying and the cover is ripped off. Clothes are frantically thrown astray, dumped into a careless heep without much of a second look. Your hands are weaving through the material and running rampant, eyes flickering with something akin to desire and alloyed with increasing unease.

Once your hands meet with metal, a twinkle emerges within your orbs. The spindle of ore is unwound; detangling the material in a quickened manner. It looks distinctly similar to what one would use for electrical purposes, set with the intention of providing light in grim areas.

Right. The intention.

Unraveled, you cautiously drift over to the large window by the bedside and crank it open. Peering outside, there’s no glimmer or streak of luminescence meeting your eyes, only a dark, simple gray sky.

Unconsciously a breath of relief leaves your lips and you reach out, reclining your body just enough to reach above and then below the window’s hilt. The instrument effortlessly blends in, appearing like a simple cable that’s been tightly strung around.

You lean back and rummage through the luggage on the ground, pulling out a small plastic box that doesn’t appear to be much, but more or less, is the sole thing you couldn’t have departed without. With a small hinged click, it connects to the thin barbed string you just unraveled and right when a quiet buzz resonates through, does a smile tugs on the corner of your lips.

A knock resonates through the box. Followed by another, and then another. It’s succeeded with a prolonged silence on your part, your entire body remaining in a frozen state.

Static echoes and you let out the air you didn’t realize you were holding from your lungs.

Within seconds, you are nimbly knocking against the box in repetitive notions. Your actions range from different types of knocks; heavy, light, twice the sound.

More static echoes and your eyes immediately widen, hands balling up into tighter fists.

A heavier one.

“I have….”

Lighter.

“...successfully infiltrated….”

One last firm knock.

“....the enemy household.”

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dwellordream · 4 years ago

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dish duty

freeform for @wayhavensummer as I really wanted to write a water fight

T Rating (for passionate kissing and general tomfoolery) Felix x Detective Esme Kingston, 2000 words

“I wish you were a breakfast in bed kind of person,” Felix complains, though not very passionately, as he finishes what seems like his fourth stack of chocolate chip pancakes.

Esme considers herself a very controlled individual. She dresses neatly and conservatively, her home and office are impeccably organized, and she’s a vegetarian who eats, generally, a very healthy and balanced diet.

However. On the weekends, and especially with Felix’s recent influence, that goes somewhat out the window. Not all the way, but close enough to the edge. No, these are not organic whole wheat dark chocolate chip pancakes. They are the unhealthy kind chock full of additives and preservatives that children adore. But as Tina once said, everything we eat is bioengineered, right?

Felix doesn’t need to eat; well, he doesn’t need to eat a normal human’s diet, unhealthy or healthy, it doesn’t matter. But he likes to, and he has a keen sweet tooth. He claims his taste buds aren’t dulled compared to the rest of Unit Bravo because he was born as he is now, and so he has no memory or experience of eating food as a human to compare it with.

Nothing is lacking for him, because he never had it to begin with. And unlike Mason, ‘loud’ flavors or various textures don’t irk him, so Felix is pretty much willing to try anything, no matter how sweet, spicy, or sour. And especially if it involves chocolate.

“Breakfast in bed on a day like this is a terrible idea,” Esme points out as she gets up to clear her small kitchen table.

It’s not as hot out as it was yesterday, but it’s already very warm for ten o’clock in the morning- they slept in embarrassingly late- and she can tell that by midday it will be unbearable, which is why they have plans to go to an art exhibit in the city.

Esme enjoys long drives and would rather wait out today in air conditioning than suffer through it in her sweltering flat. And Felix is always willing to go to just about anything; it’s all new to him, so why not?

Worst case scenario, he doesn’t like it, and even when Felix isn’t enjoying something, Esme still enjoys him, because rather than sulk or brood he simply strikes up a running commentary on what he thinks they should be doing instead.

Yes, sometimes it’s irritating, but often she has to fight to hide the smiles he strives to coax out of her. She once took him to a lecture at a university and halfway through had to stop looking at him because he found a way to make her grin with just his eyes- the rest of his face was totally stoic.

He worked her up so much she had to excuse herself to get a drink of water, just so she didn’t burst out laughing in the middle of the professor’s droning slide-show. Felix, of course, followed her out into the hall and cornered her in an alcove, where they were sharply reprimanded by a passing janitor a few minutes later, who mistook them for two wild students who couldn’t wait to get back to their dormitory.

A year ago, the thought of this encounter, and of a morning like today, eating syrupy pancakes and lounging around in her pyjamas this late in the day, would have horrified and appalled Esme. But it is very hard to feel guilty or ashamed of anything that happens between her and Felix. Initially that frightened her, that being with him was so… easy. Nothing was ever supposed to be easy, or it wasn’t worth the effort. That had always been her motto.

But now…

“What are you doing?” she sighs, as she watches Felix stack far too many dishes on the palm of one hand, like a particularly adventurous waiter.

“Scoot,” he waves his free hand at her, showing off that he doesn’t even need both to hold them. “You’re in front of the sink.”

Esme shakes her head and steps aside as Felix deposits the rest of their dirty dishes inside the sudsy sink, which she’d just finished filling up with water.

This flat came with a small dishwater but it works terribly and Esme lived alone for so long and used so few dishes that it made more sense to just hand wash them immediately after eating. Felix thinks this is terribly boring but she refuses to have an insect infestation by leaving dirty dishes out for that long.

“I can wash them,” he says now, to her surprise. “You have to go get ready.”

“So do you,” she points out dryly. Yes, she feels oddly exposed in just a camisole and boy shorts, but he’s just in his boxers. She’s doing a very good job of not gawking at him like a schoolgirl.

Felix is not built the way Ava is, with powerful muscles and the stature of a workhorse or, as Mason would put it, a brick shithouse- but nor tall and willowy like Nat or lean and sinewed like Mason. Rather, he is toned and compact- she doesn’t know how else to describe it.

He’s a few inches taller than her, not much wider, and certainly isn’t bulging with muscles or in possession of washboard abs. But the sight of the smooth dark skin of his toned stomach and chest and the way he moves, almost like an acrobat, like he were ready to pitch forward into action at any moment, propelling himself with his arms or legs- gives her a strange combination of desire and envy. He would be an incredible gymnast and he is a beautiful dancer, moving gracefully to any rhythm without having ever heard it before.

In contrast, she feels thin and pallid and wretched- she’s petite and lacks much in the way of fat or muscle- she’s not athletic in the least, her belly forms a small pouch when she slouches, her skinny arms strain and tremble when she lugs heavy boxes of case files in and out of her office, she runs awkwardly and can’t dance to save her life, despite several years of ballet and a ballroom class in uni.

She’d like to be pragmatic and explain it’s just about feeling useful and capable of defending herself, but the truth is she’s vain and self conscious all at once. In her head, she is sleek and hard and beautiful, carved from crystal and not pasty flesh. Compared to Felix, she often feels like a melting snowman.

Felix is busy recounting her entire getting ready routine; Esme rolls her eyes and huffs but waits patiently until he’s done.

“Anyways, I just have to shower,” he shrugs.

“You’re my guest,” says Esme, “I’m not going to leave you to clean up while I powder my nose-,”

“I’m your guest?” he lays a hand on his chest in mock offense, and then his grin turns impish. “Your guest? That stings, Ez. Do all your guests come over late at night-,”

“Felix,” she warns, though her lips are twitching-

“And you sashay over the door and pull it open like, Hello, stranger-,”

“I didn’t say that!”

“No, it was cute!”

“It wasn’t supposed to be cute, you said you wanted me to surprise you, so-,”

“So I was very surprised,” he insists, and then catches her off guard by grabbing her by the hips and pulling her close.

Esme wriggles ineffectively- she’s not really trying to get away, which he knows- and then groans when he crushes her against his chest. He’s not a big man but he gives very big hugs, and she’d be lying if she said the weight and pressure wasn’t reassure, like a heavy quilt bundled around her. But… it’s hot. And he runs hot, too.

She says as much, into his chest, and then, to her alarm, hears him laugh, reach over, scoop up some soapy water with his hand, and drizzle it down her head.

Esme shrieks and rips away from him- Felix’s gold eyes are huge in his face, she can tell he’s torn between delight at his own daring and worry that he pushed her too far and she’s truly infuriated- but instead she touches at her damp hair in shock, then snatches up a wet rag from the counter and flings it at him. It hits him directly in the face; he yelps and bats it away, and she darts back, snickering.

“Oh, so you want a bath instead?” He raises his eyebrows at her.

“No, no, no,” Esme is saying, but the laughter leaking out between her protests says otherwise. “You started it-,”

“Yeah, so I’ll finish it. Come here, Ezza, let me wash you off- you have suds in your hair-,” he feints a lunge at her and she shrieks again, like a giddy teenager, then clamps her hand over her mouth, worrying the neighbors might hear.

Felix has no such concerns, and makes another grab for her- he secures her wrist and she slips on the tiled floor- he takes advantage of this to scoop her up, and flings her over his shoulder, which is barely broad enough for her thrashing torso to fit.

“Oh my God, what are you doing- Felix!” she shouts when he pins her there with one arm, grabs a cup with the other, and dumps water down her back. It’s barely cold but she yelps all the same- he sets her back down, triumphant that now her camisole is drenched and clinging to her, and she darts around him and hits him with a sponge, spraying more soap suds all over his bare chest.

“Wow,” he says. “Wow. That’s weak- that’s a really weak move, Detective, where is your tactical brilliance- okay, pretend I’m a Trapper, what do you do-,” he grabs at her arms to pin them but she successfully ducks out of his reach and hurls the sponge at him as he gives chase out of the kitchen.

“Don’t get water on the floors! I just mopped!”

“You’re the one who took it here!”

She leaps into the bathroom, breathless and trembling with adrenaline and laughter, and tries to slam the door shut in his face, but she never stood a chance of outrunning him- even if they were both human, she wouldn’t have. Still, she notes how careful he is, in the moment, not to crowd her in the confined space, worried about knocking her into the hard porcelain sink or toilet, and he waits until she steps back into the shower, cornered.

His hand hovers near the spout.

“Don’t you dare,” Esme warns.

He turns it on, and cold water cascades down full force onto her, soaking her to the skin. But before she can even flail or sputter, he’s stepped in beside her, wrapping himself around her, the contrast of his warm skin and the cold water making her cling to him all the more.

He kisses her lips, and she tastes soap for an instant, making her grimace, but then he’s moved onto her neck, lips tugging and pulling at the skin there, and she digs her fingers into his shoulder blades as she kisses his jaw in return, dragging her teeth across the corner of his lips.

When he heaves her up so he is half holding her, one hand under her thigh, the other leg stationary, she surges against him until his back is against the tiled wall and they are both directly under the flow of water. Then she gropes at the dial and shuts it off; it extinguishes to a trickle, causing beads to flow down their upturned faces.

She’s panting- he’s not as breathless, but jittery and shivering all over, and not from the cold water.

“Felix,” Esme whispers, and pecks him on the lips again as he reluctantly releases her.

“Yeah?” His pupils are languidly dilating, like a golden bloom.

“You did say you would do the dishes…”

He heaves with silent laughter, and then mouths something at the ceiling. “You’re killing me.”

“I know,” she smiles. “But you started it.”

Out of kindness, she takes a very quick cold shower, so she can help him dry off, too.

#felix hauville #esme kingston #wayhaven summer #the wayhaven chronicles #one shot

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mowu-moment · 3 years ago

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i feel controversial & i care too much, so here's my des rocs complete tierlist

ranked list & reasoning (ish) under the cut

1. WAYNE: hoholy shit wayne. can hardly put into words how explosive this one is to me. the intro sets a Whole Mood before swiftly (& cleanly) smacking it down into an Absolute Banger and i don't use the term lightly. very hard not to scream along with it. only detriment is that wayne the person is kinda an ass in the mmc video but that's no qualm

2. POS: basically the same thing as wayne (oh both have great lyrics btw, this one more so), only gets points knocked for being 2 minutes long and having 30 seconds of that being intro & outro. go danny give us nothing

3. WHY WHY WHY: there's a theme among my top picks--they're all hard-hitting w/ killer guitar. the lyrics are absolute batshit in a good way, but the chorus is a lil flat & i feel like in general it just needed a touch more spice to score the top spot. or maybe it's just seniority & it'll have a coup a few months out idk

4. DEAD RINGER: similar killer guitar & lyrics but this one is Groovy as Hell. don't particularly like his singing in this one & it's too repetitive if i'm feeling grumpy but there's something so magic about after the bridge. top 10 songs to twirl a flag to

5. NOTHING PERSONAL: the minute long outro irks me & it's a little bit empty but plays into that well. groovy, great lyrics, the Sexiest Guitar Solo of the lot, the screaming's a minus but it does have an emotion there. not entirely sure what one but it's there.

6. LET ME LIVE / LET ME DIE: his first time being all over the goddamn place, history was made. amazing guitar, a little worse lyrics than 1-4 i'll admit, the intro Slays me both in a good and bad way. must be a joy to play live where he can just drag out that intro & bridge as long as feels right. at least i liked it in the digital concert like that. would actually kill me in a physical concert, imagine how much stomping gets going to that beat. bonus points for presumable cowbell

7. PIECES: for once not this high for the guitar & lyrics, they're both kinda basic. idk what's about this one but it just takes me to a separate dimension & i love it so much for that. really fills those earholes. also a bit of personal meaning, heard it for the first time on the day we moved into the house i'm currently split-custody-living in (is that tmi?) & the first music video of his i saw. man i love some spaghetti on the wall

8. SLO: basically the same as dead ringer, but knocked points for a kinda lame outro & the subject matter being a little less interesting to me. still lovely.

9. HANGING BY A THREAD: not my normal fare really & the way that the ends of the verses don't really fit in the pacing of them is bleh, but it's just so reminiscent of the songs my brother puts on whenever we hang out together that it just makes me all warm & fuzzy. it's also nicely put together which is something i'll have to start saying for. the later list.

10. SUICIDE ROMANTICS: this is where i start griping about head voice & higher pitches in general. don't like em so the pre-chorus is a lil annoying. also not my normal fare but it's tender & the ending is awe-striking. imo better live where he's loud on that last line before the final chorus. not enough to bump it up though. shoutouts to love and a smoking gun, i still am dying to hear that one

11. THE PAST HAS PASSED AWAY: my favorite lyrics out of the first 2 ep's. only thing wrong with it really is the bridge getting kinda repetitive. love that last chorus heehoo. same schpeel as the Banger Category

12. MMC: this one's lower than the rest of the Bangers for being pop punk which is something the radio has made me dislike, i guess. that trope with the guitar in the second half of the chorus just kills me so much. improves greatly during & after the bridge, love that lil ragtime piano. generally the same bit as before but i do love him doing something un-romance-related. yeah fuck the establishment!

13. THE DEVIL INSIDE: reminds me A Lot of the electronic-ish cassettes i've got from the early 90's but that's just me. this one will probably move up as i get more used to it, but only a little bit. the first part of the second verse makes me like. genuinely uncomfy? but the second part of it's fantastic. ending's ass though what happened to the instrumence. bonus points for using 'reverie' that's an SAT word (maybe). good singing but returning to the gripe at higher pitches, just a little bit though

14. THIS IS OUR LIFE: feels shockingly generic for a des rocs song tbh but there's nothing really wrong with that. adore the bridge. singing's alright. kinda miffed that he doesn't pronounce the 'f' in the second 'life' in the chorus, but it makes sense here. that sort of thing won't later so i'm bringing it up now. guitar's nothing spectacular but fits nicely into the song, probably one of the most cohesive of his (especially in recent history).

15. OUTTA MY MIND: really lives in the same space as slo and dead ringer do in my head (most likely the 'songs to twirl a flag to' zone), but this is by far the worst of the three for when i'm grumpy. just. Very repetitive. back to great lyrics here but it's kinda hard to pick them out (i've heard the song at least 100 times by now & i'm still missing a few lines). still groovin'

16. RUBY WITH THE SHARPEST LIES: what the fuck actually goes on in this song by the way? not the premise or whatever it's just. so all over the place. the verses are incredible but bringing in another vocalist just for one line kills me. bridge is really cool but that one part i don't remember where it is, the one that alternates basically nothing & an Electronic Piano Chord blaring at ya? ruins it. partially anyhow. also can someone tell the people on genius that it's 'carved it in my skin' not 'crawled down in my skin'

17. GIVE ME THE NIGHT: same repetitive issue as outta my mind but it's not groovy enough to save it, shame. feels like a trial run of all the wackshit stuff he's been doing recently, with the additional vocal bits at the end & the kinda weird lyrics. it still has a place in my heart don't get me wrong but it's just fallen in favor of stuff that Commits to banger or batshit (or actually pulls off both strongly, yyy). oh yeah nice guitar alright singing etc etc

18. USED TO THE DARKNESS: similar story to give me the night. i love it i do, but it's just lackluster nowadays. also remember that under-pronunciation thing i brought up in this is our life? this is where that comes back. rampant i tell you! that second verse he just doesn't finish the words & i hate it!

19. DON'T HURT ME: i honestly don't know why this one isn't in D. the chorus bit where he just cuts it short is irksome. the lyrics aren't anything special. i don't know what i like about it. but i can tell it does exactly what it set out to do if that makes sense. respect, respect. and using missile in an analogy, he's getting creative with the vocab

20. LIVING PROOF: kinda got a vendetta against this one i think? i don't know why i hate this one but i do. it's just kinda, blah. like the perfect sort of thing to nightcore up. sentiment's lovely & i do love the lyrics even if they aren't impressive but like. it bores me to an extent

21. TICK (LIVE): separating the version i heard in the digital concert just to give it some credit, this one was actually kinda nice. another one with a nice sentiment & what he was going for is great. no clue what the second part of the second verse has to do with any of this though. and it also begins our final group, the songs that just feel empty. like there's not nearly enough going on. this one's alright though i was just hoping the studio version would add some flair. you can see where that one is though.

22. IMAGINARY FRIENDS: also got a vendetta against pop. kinda hate the sentiment here (contrast!), the chorus just falls short of what the verses prime me for, head voice is rampant, and yet i still swing along to it. it's infectious props to him. love the outro though, monkey laugh and all.

23. MAYBE, I: another empty one, like it's a four-note progression what is that. love his singing in it, and the chorus parts do round it out, but like. eh? it doesn't even give me much to say.

24. BORN TO LOSE: another flop on the chorus! too smooth i say! and i absolutely Despise the pitch-shifting thing going on. not something i was expecting him to express so points there, lyrics are nothing fancy to my Literary Mind though. initially good singing but the chorus he's just sloppy over it. the instrumental is lovely but the vocals just throw it so hard into the bin which is a right shame. fuck that outro too i hate that gimmick

25. I KNOW: here's where the bad batshit comes in. singing is some of his worst imo, does the other-vocalist thing for that bridge, genre i'm not fond of, just a soup of Stuff I Don't Like. not one i'd kill someone over putting as #1 like i can see where it comes from but. mmmmmhhhh bad. cover does NOT help his case.

26. HVY MTL DRMR: empirically i should put this one higher. but the chorus flops so goddamn hard it deserves to be in the bottom of the barrel. the verses are lovely for what he was doing back then! but then just... nothing!

27. RABBIT HOLE: i was so excited for this name but it's just sad boi hours playlist curated by some corporation you hate. probably the most nothing of them all, genuinely where are the instruments. what happened. was this one just shoehorned in as the final track just to pump numbers up. and i swear he had some autotune or something which only makes his voice worse it's fantastic naturally. also that's not what a rabbit hole is! that's not the idiom! a rabbit hole is when you go on a wikipedia spiral from jennifer lopez to group theory! not when you just have a shitty night's sleep or whatever this is! i'm not just miffed i'm downright annoyed

28. TICK (STUDIO): what the fuck happened des. how did you release this. it sounds like a 3rd grader singing for the school talent show it's so out of rhythm. singing's honestly kinda bad & the instrumental has the same problems i talked about in the live version. the last chorus is fine, i guess, but no i don't forgive him for what he did to tick.

#des rocs #yeah i forgot tphpa on the first pass. it's always at least one #i guess i'm pessimistic on the new album? or i just don't like his new direction? idk i just finished it like. today.#wasn't expecting to be able to rank the songs of my Favorite Musician & be happy with it but here we are #tell me why i'm wrong in the notes <3

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nice-kill-tanaka · 4 years ago

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May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don’tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A.

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤️

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

#caravan commodities #special bindles #matchup #cutelittleriot.traveler #cutelittleriot.request #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha matchup #bnha matchup #back on the grind #😊#my other choices would’ve been Mirio or Sero

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miqojak · 4 years ago

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Old Wounds

((Backdated like...a month and a half or something. I keep having ideas for one writing or another, then bouts of a complete lack of inspiration, but I do have something else half-written I may still publish as well. I suppose this moment is working its way out now, however . Features @ketsuchikotetsu - and talk of her ex, so warning: Trigger warning: Mentions of domestic violence/assault, and trauma related guilt. It's not all bad, I promise! She's just working on recovery and trust, and a trigger was accidentally hit on the head. Ultimately it was kind of a funny situation, but only after the fact for her. xD )) He doesn't mean to do what he does to me in that moment.

Things are going so well. We laugh, we eat, we talk about our lives in a way that's so easy-going it's natural. I've never felt so natural about the happenstance of a moment, outside of the ones where I'm in control.

It's just a joke. He's said his fair share of cruel things in a moment where he's upset, sure - but this isn't that. It's been a long time since he's snapped at me with any intent to genuinely get under my skin.

But that's all it takes - the wrap of arms from behind, and the gentle set of teeth against my ear, alone, would have set me on edge. But it's the line about 'making our own tribe' and 'siring strong children' that sinks me down, into that pit where memories of The Smuggler - The Pawn, the Rat King - dwell. A dark night, a sudden call, and the expectation that he'd needed me, something must be wrong, and so I went to his side.

Dead bodies lie mangled in the corner of the low-lit cave, the scent of blood and death ripe in the stagnant air - and something manic shifts at the edges of the redhead that grabs me from behind, and tears at my ears, even as I beg him not to. Ribs begin to break between him, and the stone, and all I think of in that moment is another old pain - of being tossed around like a doll, by Garleans - always too small, always too weak.

But that's not what my Wolf does. He isn't the redhead. He isn't demanding I be a happy little homemaker who tells him what he wants to hear - or else. He doesn't demand I say 'I love you', while towering over me, threatening violence if I don't; no - he laughs, as he steps back...as the confusion and apprehension bleed away, and it dawns on me that this...is a joke.

He confirms as much, and I can breathe again - all is well. He was the one that fixed what wounds I couldn't after that night, after all. I still remember the initial disgust he spat at me, and the...the shame of having to try and articulate that those bruises and bites were neither asked for, nor desired; I wasn't asking for his affections after a 'fun' night with someone else. Telling someone you care about - that you respect, and admire...that you're too weak to take care of yourself? Humiliating. Hells, it was only a moon or two ago I could even tiptoe around admitting to the fact that I'd added more piercings to my ears not out of vanity, but to mask the ragged edges beneath the fur.

It's not easy to admit you're weak. Or...or that...you have moments of weakness, rather. 'What if this one takes advantage of that too,' paranoia whispers in your ear...but he never has - not in any way that's hurt me, at least.

There was the levin incident, but that's...complicated in ways I still can't articulate. Different. He respects my limits - and I, his. When I've been threadbare, teetering on the edge of sanity and sobriety both...well, even if he was angry with me, he's been a bulwark against what would see me collapse.

Healing hurts, and it's taking longer than I'd like - especially after the Smuggler tore all the old wounds open repeatedly. But...I suppose it doesn't hurt that I can trust my Wolf to respect which 'old' wounds hurt too badly to address, just yet. And he can trust me to respect the same - we each know the familiar sting, after all, of a past that won't fade. Abuse, and loss; the powerlessness in the face of loss...even if it's hard to imagine that he was ever powerless, given the place he's carved out for himself in this life.

It's simply...not a joke I like, even beyond the bounds of memories of my last 'relationship'. Especially considering that I know he'd never ask that of me - I even panicked for a moment thinking that...I don't know, something was wrong with Ketsuchi? It might not be him, he might be possessed, or...I don't know. Neither of us are the family-starting type - not these days, at least. Admittedly, I felt a bit the fool, after - a mere joke, that's all it was. Nothing frightful. Nothing wrong.

I can't help but appreciate that he already knows the quickest route(s) to settle my mind, however - not with piano, this time, but with the suggestion of a hot bath together. I don't even care that he knows me so well - that he, oh-so-smugly, knows I'll be quick to agree. It's a good suggestion. I appreciate it, even - it's...thoughtful; and frankly, it's reassuring to know I'm safe...even at my most vulnerable.

A jackal, and a wolf. A strange little pack if ever there was one - though I suppose it means that in the end, they aren't such terribly different creatures as the tales would have one believe.

#domestic violence #survivor's guilt #tw: domestic abuse #healing takes time #ffxiv writing #my writing #joke gone awry #[The Jackal and the Wolf]#more than just sad girl angst is in the works #this was actually a super chill evening for them #he really couldn't have known that such an innocuous joke would have such a profound resonance #the moment was tragically hilarious really #all this pain and fear only to feel really stupid about it all just being a joke like a matter of seconds later #what a mess she is #late night post!#okay to rb #just some heavy themes #pls tag appropriately if you do

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hopelesshawks · 4 years ago

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Official Accounts Part 35 (Bakugo Route)- Whole Again 18+ NSFW Version

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

If you don’t want to see Official Accounts content blacklist #hopelessoa

It’s been made pretty clear throughout the fic but just to make it even more so the characters are AGED UP. They’re about 24 when this fic happens. This one isn’t for minors but don’t worry there’s a SFW version for y’all here so you can still enjoy the story. I promise you’re not missing out on much

Warnings for unprotected sex, fingering, dom/sub themes, dirty talk, and mention of reader having a vagina

Masterlist

You have willingly fallen off many a building since you first began the ‘think fast’ tradition. First was the UA dorms and since then you’ve also fallen off every apartment building you’ve lived in at least once. All of this to say that you know what it’s like to fall and you know what senses and feelings you like to focus on when you’re in free fall. Typically if you’re falling someplace new you’ll stare at the surrounding buildings as they streak past. More familiar places you typically just close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of falling.

Falling with Katsuki is different.

You pay no mind to the buildings rushing past the two of you. You dare not close your eyes. Instead you focus on the feelings of his warm arms wrapped around you as you look down into beautiful crimson eyes. The eyes of one of your best friends. The eyes of the first person to break your heart. The eyes of your first love. “Hold on tight,” he tells you with a soft smirk. You wrap your arms tightly around his neck and then wrap your legs around his waist as well. He brings one hand to caress your cheek briefly, his look so incredibly soft, before dropping both his hands behind him to send the both of you flying back upwards. He helps you slide around so you’re piggybacked on him with an ease developed from years of doing this ritual. Then he starts directing the two of you further and further away from the venue. “Where are you taking me explosion boy?” you ask in his ear. “It’s a surprise dumbass, just wait and see,” he insists. Eventually you leave the downtown area and move further out to the suburbs and soon enough you start to recognize some of the streets. Bakugo touches down at a public park with an old playset only a few minutes walk from UA’s campus. He carefully lets you back down onto the ground as you take in the space around you. “You brought me to our park,” you say in wonder as you move towards the rusty swingset nearby. “I did,” Bakugo confirms with a smile as each of you takes a seat on one of the swings.

You and Bakugo used to sneak off campus to come here on a regular basis. There’s a dent in the jungle gym where you’d lashed out at it with your quirk one day when one of your classmates had pissed you off. There’s a hole in one of the tunnels that Bakugo had created after a particularly contentious fight with Midoriya. If you looked long enough you’d probably even find where you and Katsuki had carved your initials the night of graduation. The park was filled with memories of the two of you together and this is your first time back since the two of you had broken up. “We used to stay out here for hours when we could sneak away,” you recall wistfully. “Those were some of my favorite memories from the UA days,” Bakugo admits. “Really?” “Obviously,” Bakugo scoffs but then he stops, thinking for a moment. You watch him curiously as he takes a deep breath, staring determinedly ahead as he continues in a softer tone “it’s the place I promised you forever.”

You know exactly what night he’s referring to. It was about a week before graduation and the reality of high school being over and your careers beginning was hitting Katsuki hard, so the two of you had decided to escape out to the park. You both sat on the swings then just like you are now and you looked at the stars and talked about the future. “I remember. You said there was no future you imagined for yourself without me in it,” you admit quietly. “I meant it,” he replies. “I know.” “I still mean it.” “What?” “I said what I said.” The two of you briefly lapse back into silence as you mull over his words. You gently swing a little as you gather your thoughts. “I’m so-“ “Don’t apologize dumbass you did the right thing. Plus I didn’t bring you here to guilt trip you about the past,” Bakugo interrupts you. “Why did you bring me here?” you ask curiously. “Well... This is where I confessed to you the first time and that seemed to go well. Guess I was hoping it would give me good luck again.” “Katsuki, I... What exactly are you saying?” you ask breathlessly. “I love you, (y/n). I never stopped loving you,” Bakugo finally confesses, dragging his eyes away from the ground so he can look you in yours as he says it. “Even after all this time?” you ask. “Especially after all this time.” “I love you too Katsuki,” you reply before you lean across the short distance between the two swings to press your lips to his.

Katsuki’s reaction is immediate, one of his hands moving to caress your face as he deepens the kiss, pouring every unspoken ‘I love you’ from the past 5 years into it. God he’s missed this. All this time he’s been resigned to never feeling your lips on his again, never feeling your love again, and yet here he is feeling it all in the very spot where it first began. He pulls away slightly to mumble “come here,” against your lips, and you happily let him tug you towards him and into his lap. Your arms wrap around each other as he presses a kiss to each of your cheeks and the tip of your nose before returning to your lips. With each peck Bakugo feels a sweet relief akin to diving into cold water on the hottest day of the year. He had forgotten what it was like to not be heartbroken until this very moment with you once again in his arms. For the first time in five years he is whole again.

You laugh as Katsuki scowls down at his phone. “Bakugo Hype Squad huh?” you tease which only makes him scowl harder. “They’re idiots,” he huffs. “Yes but they’re your idiots,” you reply before pressing a kiss to Bakugo’s furrowed brow. His face softens almost immediately as he redirects his attention back to you, pocketing his phone. “I’m glad you and Hawks are becoming friends,” you admit. “He’s not half bad I guess,” Bakugo scoffs. “That’s practically a raving review coming from you.” “Whatever.” “Wait oh my god,” you gasp as realization dawns on you. “Is that what those tweets were about yesterday? Did you and Hawks plan this together? That’s adorable Katsuki,” you laugh and the scowl returns to his face immediately. “I’m not cute dumbass,” he grouses, hands tightening minutely around your waist. “I hate to break it to you Katsuki but you are the cutest,” you laugh.

One moment you’re laughing, sitting in Katsuki’s lap, and the next you’re on your back, wood chips digging into your skin, breath knocked out of you with him pinning you to the ground. Before you’ve even fully adjusted to the sudden shift Bakugo is leaning down to growl in your ear “I said I’m not cute.” A shiver shoots down your spine and you know he can tell because when he pulls back his crimson eyes are burning with aggression and lust. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re speechless already Doll,” he teases, a smug smirk stretching across his face. “Awfully confident for someone who apparently needed a hype squad,” you fire back. “You know that teasing me is a dangerous game (y/n),” he warns as he leans down closer to you. His hips get close enough to yours that you can feel where he’s starting to harden in his suit pants. His mouth drops down to press kisses to the column of your throat but you try not to let it distract you too much. That would mean he wins. “Really now?” you ask as you roll your hips up into his. He growls again, nipping at your neck in retaliation before his mouth starts traveling further. “Wait, wait, wait Kacchan we’re in a public park,” you hiss, pushing at his shoulders. “And?” he scoffs, although he does halt his progression and lean back to look at you. “And I’m not trying to get arrested for public indecency,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. “Fine, but I’m taking you back to my place.” “You fucking better.”

You’re genuinely surprised Bakugo doesn’t just blast his door open when the two of you finally get to his apartment. He’s been all over you since the park, eager to get you back to his place and alone so he can do with you as he pleases. He’s waited a long time for this and he wants to enjoy every moment of it. As soon as you’re through the door he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder. “Katsuki!” you squeal in protest but you still can’t help but giggle as he moves to the bedroom with purpose. Once he gets there he quickly drops you onto the bed, but before you can complain about the rough handling he’s on top of you again and kissing you senseless. His hips grind mercilessly down into yours and you gasp into his mouth as you feel his urgent erection. “Someone’s eager,” you tease. “I’ve been waiting for this. Waiting for you,” he replies as his lips pepper kisses all over your face and his hands find the zipper of your dress. Despite his prior urgency, he removes your dress as if unwrapping a precious gift, cherishing each and every moment. You return the favor as you strip him out of his suit. It’s almost surreal being like this again. Skin sliding against skin as the two of you slowly peel away the layers separating you.

Once the both of you are finally nude Bakugo stops for a moment and leans back so he can look at you more fully. “You are so fucking beautiful, you know that?” he breathes out like a prayer. You blink up at him, at a loss for how to respond in the face of his awe and adoration, before settling on a simple “I love you Bakugo Katsuki.” “I love you too (l/n) (y/n),” he replies before diving back in to press another bruising kiss to your lips. His lust seems to reignite as his hands skim across your sides, luxuriating in the feeling of you beneath him. One of his hands makes its way to your dripping sex, causing you to gasp as he trails his fingers up your labia. “God you’re so fucking wet for me already,” he says before easing a finger inside you. “So fucking tight too. You miss having me that bad doll?” he asks as he adds another finger and begins slowly pumping them in and out of you. “Yes, fuck yes I missed this Katsuki,” you moan. “How badly did you miss it?” he asks as he drags his fingers along your gspot. He still knows your body almost as well as you do and he takes full advantage of that knowledge to have you mewling on just his fingers. “So bad baby,” you moan. “You miss my fingers?” he asks. You nod and his hand immediately stills, causing you to whine in frustration, your hands gripping onto him tightly. “I need to hear you say it,” he growls right in your ear. “I-I missed your fingers. Katsuki please,” you beg. He resumes moving his fingers, even using his thumb to press circles into your clit. “What do you want baby? You gotta be specific,” he teases and you can hear the smirk in his voice but you’re too far gone to try and retaliate. “Need you inside me. Need your dick inside me,” you plead.

The moment you make the request Bakugo removes his fingers in favor of lining his throbbing cock up with your pussy. “You ready?” He asks as the tip of his dick begins to press forward. “Absolutely,” you pant and that’s all Katsuki needs to press deeper and deeper into the tight wet heat of your cunt. He takes it slowly to make sure you have time to adjust, his considerable girth stretching you open as he moves forward. As he finally bottoms out inside of you, your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming feeling of fullness. “Open your eyes,” he commands and you immediately obey. As your eyes lock onto each other you gasp at the depths of emotion in his carmine eyes. “I’m gonna start moving now, ok?” he asks. “Ok,” you reply breathlessly. His thrusts start out slow and languid, just the smooth rolling of his hips against yours, but neither of you are satisfied with that for long. He quickly brings it up to a brutal pace and you can do nothing but cling to his shoulders and hold on for dear life as he plunges in and out of you. He angles his hips just right to have you seeing stars, unable to hold back your desperate moans and cries of his name. He drops his head to suck bruises into your neck, marking you as his again, as one of your hands tangles in his blonde hair. You can tell by the way his thrusts are growing more erratic that he’s nearing his climax so he brings one of his hands down to your clit to provide the extra stimulation you need to go hurtling towards the brink together. “Together baby. Let’s cum together,” he pants into your ear and soon enough your orgasm crashes over you like a tsunami. Your vaginal walls clench around Katsuki and between that and the beautiful noises you’re making he can’t hold back anymore. With one final thrust he spills his seed inside you, coating your inner walls with his cum as he groans out your name.

By the time both of you come down from your highs you’re both panting and out of breath. Eventually it turns into breathless laughter as what’s just happened finally sinks in. Together again. The two of you are together again. It’s a crazy, surreal, wondrous thought that fills you with a warmth you hadn’t even realized you’d been missing. The moment you’ve caught your breath enough to do so you lean up and kiss Katsuki again, unable to keep the smile from your lips as you do. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips. “And I you. Thank you for an amazing night,” you reply. “You make it sound like it’s over.” “Is it not?” “I’ve got five years to catch up on Love. You’re not getting any sleep tonight,” Bakugo promises with a smirk and although your eyes widen in surprise at his declaration, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sleep is for the weak anyway right?

Author’s Note: THE NSFW GOT SO FAR AWAY FROM ME WOW but I love it. I know this took a minute to get to you guys but I hope it was worth the wait. ALSO I have a Ko-fi now! If you wanna support me the link is in my bio

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little-lily-w · 4 years ago

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Modus operandi

A/N This story is inspired by the roleplay I’m doing with @asa-emory-the-collector (mun: @slassher-addict ) and my muse Eve @hisbluemonarch

This didn’t happen in the story, it’s just a possible future I imagined out of Asa’s mun bringing an option of Asa making Eve forget him.

Words: 3k

Warnings: well this is Asa Emory with SO... angst, stockholm syndrome, bruises

Eve was looking at the lagoon in front of her. Sitting on the grass was one of the most satisfying sensations for her, especially with a light breeze creating goosebumps all over her bare arms. At least life had a good side after these three months.

The first one was the crudest of them all. After the incident at the hotel where she basically saved his life, Asa had told her that she wasn’t needed any more. At the beginning she couldn’t understand. Why. Why did he want her to leave after she fought three men for his own integrity? Was it because of some stupid ego thing? She claimed for a reason, with tears running down her cheeks, a weak jaw and trembling lips. A big metaphorical darkness consuming her eyes. She begged to stay, to be back in her old room if that was what he wanted or at least to kiss him goodbye but none of that happened. Asa was cold, distant, he was committed to get rid of her. She was supposed to forget, even to accept the whole matter as a second chance in life, but it was meaningless for her.

When the second month arrived, the whole day crying was replaced by sporadically tears under the shower. It felt like an attack, as if someone was throwing an arrow to her chest out of nowhere. She decided to start visiting her parents again even if she couldn’t tell them anything. Even if she had to excuse herself and leave because memories became too overwhelming. But she pretended.

By the time the third month came, her life was little by little organized again. She started to think about getting a job because her few savings were running out. But where would she go for an application with two horrendous dark circles under the eyes? She was a living breathing human being but she wasn’t a persona anymore. Soulless. But despite the pain and the nights she spent awake missing him, upset at him, feeling destroyed, that was the time when Xavier came into her life. He was different from Tomas and different from Asa too. He was kind and decent yet he didn’t carry that Roman god aura that made Eve fascinated with the Collector. But he warmed her days a bit. They met at the familiar square, the one that Eve frequented again and again in hopes to find Asa like she did when out of the hospital. She was crying on a bench like that one time and Xavier reached to her.

With the following weeks they started to hang out, it was obvious he was interested in her but it wasn’t out of a physical attraction neither an intellectual one. It was about her story, her past, something she wouldn’t tell to him but that was clear had positioned her as a reborn person. Well, as a reborn person who didn’t want rebirth.

The first time he kissed her was unexpected for Eve yet she didn’t feel anything. Not love, not sexual energy, not even comfort. The only thing she felt was the cold blue pendant she still kept in her neck moving slightly as Xavier held her face. She didn’t say anything. He just excused himself. After that day, Eve was the one who took the initiative and kissed him, trying to feel normal again like she once attempted to do with Tomas but this time there was urgency to forget. They kept going on dates which mainly consisted on walks through the forest, because Xavier knew she loved it. He was falling in love with her. She started to feel at the burial of an old Eve.

But this particular afternoon she was at the forest alone with the intention to meditate but also to do this task that was still connecting her with her past. After what seemed like an eternity, she removed her necklace and took it in her hand. Fingers fidgeting with the blue butterfly. Her other palm went to her forehead, supporting the weight of it as she cried. She was trembling, already knowing what the only step left was. Standing up, she gave a decisive look at the pendant and moved her arm backwards ready to throw it to the lagoon.

But the action never came.

She screamed. Mad at herself. Mad at Asa Emory. Mad at this silver piece that was burning her skin. She tried a second time without avail. But then a flash of her memories being locked inside a blue box appeared in her mind. Him kicking the box, throwing water and bleach at her, carving the butterfly pattern in her arm she was always going to have.

-You took this choice away from me – she whispered in regards to her scars – I have the choice for this one – she took a deep breath, reaching braveness – Goodbye, Asa Emory.

She was about to finally throw the necklace when she heard the sound of some branches in the distance. Eve turned alert, her hand instinctively going to her pocket where she carried the small knife. She wasn’t the helpless woman anymore. Not after Tomas kidnapped her. Not after Asa trained her on how to fight. And if someone was planning on taking advantage of her being all alone, she certainly was going to defend herself.

-Hello? – she said lowly, making a few steps but suddenly feeling something by her foot. Looking down, she realized it was a spider. Not the kind of small ones she would find in a forest but the big black ones she’d find… at his lab. Eve tried to think it was a simple coincidence but as soon as she saw three more on the ground, the fact that he was somewhere near was obvious. She felt the urge to scream, not out of fear but out of pure anger, but she knew keeping silent was the best option to have a chance for whatever he was planning on doing.

Taking the knife out, she held it tightly at her side, elbow protecting her ribs as she had learned. She only had to walk the path from where she came from and she’ll end back on the road. Just about half a mile.

Her brain switching into an old mode. She had lost the habit of walking slowly but she gained it back very quickly, afraid that there could be any traps. Eve felt her heartbeat galloping in her ears, her cheeks turning furious red. What did he want? And again: why?

Again she heard the sound of the branches for a mere second Eve turned her head to the direction of it but it was enough for her to step on a big leaf. Even though there weren’t any visible threads, something automatically caught her foot and moved her upside down carrying her a few meters away till it stopped between a few trees.

This time Eve screamed. She was out of her mind, disorientated, frustrated. Almost like a savage horse which was waiting for the tamer to come. But no one was able to hear, her vocal chords weren’t strong enough to surpass the trees. No one except him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”, she yelled at him, wherever it was he was hiding. “FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU!!!”, she let out as loud as she could, dizzy from the position, not even minding how rare it was from her to be using strong language. But still, Asa wasn’t visible.

Trying to recover her breath, she decided to take action. Still with knife on hand, she tried to reach for a strong branch to help her find support and reach the rope attached to her ankle. Thanks to her new level of fitness, she was able to actually cut it falling heavy on the ground just to get trapped into a large fishing net, knife falling off of her hand.

“NO!”, she yelled again realizing it was almost a joke he put on her. She tried to move her fingers out of one of the tiny holes, trying to reach the knife but out of nowhere a black shoe stepped on it, kicking it backwards. At the sight of Asa, Eve started squirming violently on the floor, trying uselessly hard to get free. Asa just leaned down, watching her without saying a word, enjoying the view for a few seconds before picking her up and walking towards a blue box that was waiting for her a few meters away. Even with her angrily moving her arms for him to release her, he managed to get her inside and lock the cover.

The trip to the hotel was quick but it was filled with Eve’s yells and kicks to the box. God, she knew he could hear her. She wanted to exasperate him. It wasn’t about asking for help or being heard from the outside of the van. No. It was about making him feel the same way she felt all those days if that could be possible. But Asa didn’t react. He knew what he was going to get, just as he knew she’d free herself from the disguising trap.

Eve became dysphonic after 20 minutes. She stopped her frenetic movements too. She also knew he wanted her to be tired so she decided to preserve some energy although she didn’t know for what exactly.

Back at the hotel, he pushed the box to the lab, smiling at how light she was, as if he was remembering the first day he met her. The room was empty of people although with the typical stretchers, torture utensils and jars with spiders. He unlocked the cover and before she could even move or yell at him again, he grabbed her neck through the fishing net and squeezed. Asa knew Eve’s body to perfection. He stopped exactly at the point when she didn’t struggle anymore, when the little black eyes started to lose their shine. Hearing her cough once he released her, he took advantage to cut the fishing net with his knife and get her out of the box to handcuff her to a bar below the roof. He grabbed her chin and gently shook her head, knowing she was awake but still dizzy. As soon as Eve focused on him again, she started to pull from the handcuffs, only hurting her wrists in the process. She screamed at him, even growled with clenched teeth while Asa observed her with curious arachnid eyes through the mask.

“What?!”, Eve spitted with a disgusted face. “This isn’t your modus operandi so what do you want?”

The Collector stood still.

“Oh God, I can’t believe this”, Eve looked upwards like demanding a divine justification. “You are just going to stay silent?”, Eve faced him again. “Three months, Asa Emory. Three months. You told me to forget you”, she said furiously to him, a tear running down her cheek. “Why am I here again?”.

The Collector turned around and started walking to the door.

“That’s all? You are just going to walk away? What’s worrying you, Asa Emory? That you can’t face me? That you can’t fucking watch me in the eyes and give me an explanation you fucking pussy?!”

Asa stopped all of a sudden. Eve knew it was a weak key in him yet she decided to press it. Maybe without thinking, maybe fully conscious wanting to risk it all or at least to get a reaction from his iced temper.

Turning around and walking to her, he grabbed her by the jaw forcefully, black eyes meeting black eyes, none of them blinking. His fingertips were digging into her flesh, her pulse was beating under his gloves. Asa took the knife out once again and moved it to her face. Eve eyed the weapon with a slight fear but quickly turned her attention towards him again. She was face to face with a serial killer yet if he wanted to end her, at least she would be out of the loop. Asa brushed the edge slightly against her cheek, wiping the tear off. Then he let go of her and finally exited the lab.

Eve kept struggling with the handcuffs. She reached her hair and took off her clip, trying multiple times to unlock them with sweaty fingers and a neck that hurt from looking upwards and from Asa’s grip. Once she was free, she touched the area. Another bruise. Of course. Usual coming from Emory. She walked to the door and started to pull from the latch. Obviously with no avail. She kicked the door with frustration before looking around. Everything looked exactly as she remembered. Locating the cameras on the roof, she walked to the short furniture where he kept the jars and took one of them to free a tarantula. With the animal safe on the floor, she showed the jar purposefully to the camera and let it fall from her hand, getting it smashed into pieces with a thunderous sound. She took another one, repeating the action. Oh, Asa Emory, you are certainly going to come back.

As soon as she heard the keys, she grabbed one of the scalpels, getting away from the door. The Collector eyed the mess on the floor, then the nervously wrecked woman in front of her. Since she walked backwards, a mistake she should have been smarter to avoid by now, he started to move towards her, predatory instincts kicking in.

“Stop”, Eve said with a shaky voice. What did she actually want? She had made him come back, now she wanted him to stay frozen in place. She felt dizzy again, overwhelmed by his alpha presence. “I’m going to use it. I know how to”, she warned him when even if she was trained, he could never beat him. Asa took his knife out, enjoying her little jump at the abrupt motion, but surprisingly, he left it on the stretcher, showing her his empty gloved hands.

“Stop”, Eve whispered, back now against the wall with a trembling scalpel.

Asa removed his mask, messy brownish hair and a slightly sweaty forehead. Eve started to pant. His face seemed taken out of one of the many dreams she had had about him, missing his body, craving his kisses, desperate for his manly scent. Tears started to run down her cheek but this time non stopping.

“No”, she whispered almost unintelligible when Asa finally stopped in front of her, trapping her body and delicately moving his hand to her wrist. Eve wanted to scream but nothing came out of her mouth. Asa took the small weapon out of her hand without her even opposing resistance. Instead, Eve broke in a painful cry. The Collector stayed still for a moment, then put the scalpel aside and removed his gloves. He grabbed her chin one more time, moving the messy hair out of her face, and wiped her tears.

“Why?”, she sobbed with a bouncing chest.

“This was your final test, butterfly”.

“What are you talking about?”

“You are ready to go home with me. Well, after your anger has washed away”.

“Washed away? You threw me away for three months. You told me to forget you, that you didn’t need me anymore. You didn’t care about me, neither you minded my pain. I loved you”

“I spent the whole three months tracking you. That little air you felt? That little noise that made you turn around every other time? But I needed the three months. I needed to see what you would do after you mourned me. But you didn’t betray me.”

“And you needed to check that making me go through all of that?”, Eve asked pitifully. “After I gave you everything that I was, after I stayed by your side with full compliance, after I saved your life?”.

“I know it hurt you. But I won’t do that again to you. I already know what I needed to know. And you are going to be part of my social life even if you talk in a past tense because I know it’s not true”.

“Oh yeah? And how are you so sure? You said you were tracking me, how are you sure that I hadn’t forgotten you?”

The Collector took from his pocket the necklace pendant that was thrown away when the trap caught her ankle.

“Because of the tracker”, he smiled.

Eve didn’t know what to say. She was frustrated but it was actually true.

“Well but I met someone”, she said.

Asa chuckled.

“I know”.

“And you don’t mind that? I mean, I was forgetting you, as you see”, Eve said wanting to hurt his ego for being so cocky.

“Really?”, he asked obviously faking being worried.

Eve shrugged her shoulder gesturing proudly with her face.

“So you are telling me… he makes you tremble like I do?”, he teased her sliding his nails very subtly down her arm. Eve inhaled deeply to control herself. “He manages to caress you like I do?”, he gently caressed the bruise on her neck with his thumb. “He is able to kiss you like I do?”, Asa moved his face very close to hers. Eve’s sobs turned into little gasps. “He gets your lady-like being thrown out of the window when he is intimate with you?”

“M-Master”, Eve moaned, pronouncing that term after a long period of time. She couldn’t resist the truth anymore.

“Does he make you feel like I do?”, Asa asked and finally grabbed her by the nape to kiss her, roughly, almost painfully, mostly because he had missed her violets-scented body as much as she had missed him.

Unable to control herself, Eve reached upwards with her arms, surrounding his neck before he harshly moved her to one of the stretchers, getting on top of her. He reached for the knife, cutting her clothes in half, continuing to devour her mouth, coming down to bite her bruised neck while caressing her exposed body.

In bliss of pain and pleasure, Eve felt alive again. That was certainly going to be a long long long night.

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➩ pairing: gamer/barista taeyong & reader ➩ genre: (extreme dosage of) fluff ➩ words: 5k ➩ warnings: too much fluff. handle uwus with care.

a/n: OH LOOK. ICEDCAPPUJAENO’S POSTING A FIC AGAIN?! I thought it was a meme blog--!! Hell yes I am! Supposedly this fic was going to be posted last Christmas (I gave you my heart-?) but we had to go out-of-town to celebrate the holidays, thus no proofread and all but voila! I present to you, my gift to everyone on this site who’s been with me all throughout 2019! I know I haven’t been the best in posting my works now and then but please don’t blame me, I got the job that I wanted so it kept me busy and I’m a person that would prefer career over hobbies most of the time. But yes, anyway, enough being sappy, thank you so much for everything and please look forward to more works in the upcoming year!

It's never too late for a really big plot twist for you and player rubbiesyong.

Christmas — the season of joy, the season were everyone would momentarily forget conflicts and be giving, the season to be jolly.

Everyone in the dorms already left to come home for the holidays, but not you. Not with the burden of a thesis, the expensive amount of plane tickets, the hassle of being stuck in a crowd in airports — you decided to stay in your dorm, alone, yet maybe, this was another experience you’ve yet to face.

However, it wasn’t as joyful and breathtaking as you thought.

Being scooped up in the dorm was most likely the most boring experience you had—and the motivation to complete your thesis chapters was downright zero. The weather isn’t cooperating as well: the low degrees and negatives making you wrap yourself in a blanket and stay under its warm covers, along with some Netflix.

But at some point, you got tired of watching.

Four days into the holiday season the app was already boring you. Thus, you mindlessly searched for games - the hobbies you once enjoyed when you were younger. Any genre was fine, although there was a magnet between you and MMORPGs. Searching for one, and alas - a free to play with good reviews appeared, downloading the installer not a minute after.

As soon as you installed the game into your laptop, the dialogue box said it would take around 5 hours. With that, for the first time that day, you looked at the time - 3 minutes past 2 o’clock. A low growl came from your stomach, it was no surprise as you’ve only been eating chips and coffee since you woke up. With a stretch, you rose from the bed, trying to beat the lazy syndrome that’s gotten to you.

You hissed as your feet pressed flat to the cold floors. To be honest, you don’t want to leave the bed, however, your back already started to feel some pain from lying all day. You got up, trotted your way to the bathroom and washed. Once done, you fished the coat, gloves, and scarf, and bag from behind the door, leaving your laptop open while the game installs.

The cafe bell that hung loosely on the glass door rang as Taeyong entered, the warm breeze brought by the heater comforting his near numb senses from the cold wind outside. Even with the low temperature, Taeyong decided to open the shop even he thinks that the customers won’t come to this kind of weather. It was a tough decision from him, especially the part where he decides to get up from bed, an addition would be texts from his baristas that they’ll pass work for today.

But the cafe work attracted him like a magnet, even if he was up staying up all night playing a game. Nevertheless, if he did reach half the quota for today, he’d close up, snuggle into the warmth of his blanket once again, lost in the virtual reality his game would bring.

Time passed quickly in the cafe, and when Taeyong looked up the wall clock, it was almost past 2, and while he didn’t reach half the quota of the day, Taeyong decided it was time to close up. Looking outside, it seemed like the weather isn’t clearing up any time soon. A grunt escaped from his lips as he stretched, his back and butt aching from almost sitting all day.

As he was about to reach for his cleaning tools, the bell rang, signaling an entrance of a customer. A smile automatically waved through his lips, a manner he got out of habit.

“Hello, welcome to our shop.”

The walk to the nearest cafe was tedious: the icy path made it quite hard to balance and the chill breeze hitting your cheeks wasn’t helping at all. Your lips are chapped brought by the cold wind, thus making you hiss as you enter the warmth of the shop.

Though the heat from the cafe was comforting, the slit you made from trying to remove the skin from your chapped lips stung. You didn’t even hear the barista greet you—going straight to the counter without even minding the polite gesture from the staff.

“Caramel macchiato, and a slice of banana bread.”

“Are you okay? Your lip is bleeding.”

You touched your lip in reflex, for a moment your eyes widened at the sight of red within your fingertips. You were about to fish for the handkerchief from your pocket, but when nothing came to your senses, you bite your lip—hissing as you made the wound even worse, tasting the irony substance within your palate.

He hands you a tissue, and to be honest, you almost forgot about the barista in front of you. You looked up to thank him, noticing his sharp features—his brows were thick and manly, the shape of his jaw carved in an almost perfect sculpture. Although skinny, he looked so menacing, but when he showed you the softest smile you’ve ever seen—the intimidating aura blew away. His eyes started to grow a little bigger in your vision, pursed lips as he tried to suppress the laughter coming.

“So, it’s a caramel macchiato, and a slice of banana bread, correct?”

He chuckled, a low vibrato heartily coming from his as he punched your order in. He asked for your name and you answered rather immediately. And if you weren’t embarrassed enough after the scenario, your stomach growled once again, and the urge to run away to avoid further shame from the cute guy was spiking.

“Is banana bread enough?” He asked, very amused with the situation.

“Yeah. It is.”

He hummed, telling you to take a seat as he prepares your order. You did as told, sitting on the closest chair next to the counter. You watch him work behind—and you have to admit that encountering a cute barista like him, in winter, was a scenario you’d only imagine in dramas and fiction, it was surreal. The fact that someone this good looking exist was beyond your comprehension.

Needless to say, you developed this tiny, tiny, bitsy crush on this guy.

You turned to look around the shop: you ordered here before but most of the time, you ordered your coffee to go before going to the university. With the rush, you never noticed the cozy atmosphere that lingers on its surroundings—an LP player on the side, a touch of antiquity that brings some unique features for the shop. It emits a calming aura that reminds you of home.

It seemed like you found a new place to stay.

“Caramel macchiato, and a plate of carbonara with garlic bread on the side,” you hear the barista say that broke your reverie, along with the clink of the utensils when it collided with the glass table. The pasta’s smell was inviting, but pretty sure that you only brought enough money for a slice of bread and a cup of coffee.

Incredulously, you declined his offer, polite enough to let a smile pass your lips. “I didn’t order it…”

“Taeyong,” he finishes your sentence, although it was not what you had in mind. “It’s on the house.”

You gulped, looking at him foolishly for a moment, then pushed the plate away while standing up to only get the warm coffee cup. “I’m not that hungry…”

As if on cue, your stomach growled once more.

You groaned, face flushing from another embarrassment brought by your involuntary body actions. Taeyong laughed this time, not just a giggle, rather a hearty one that made his eyes crinkle in delight, showing the molars and fangs that made him look like a lion cub.

“Eat up. You need it.”

He said as he gently pushed you back to your seat with your shoulders. “I’d be disappointed if you’d decline my offer.”

With the aroma of the food in front of you and the request of the cute barista-slash-waiter of this cafe, you submitted. Whole-heartedly. Taeyong never left your side as you took the first bite, and when you hummed in satisfaction of how great it tasted, a smile plastered on his lips.

“This is good Taeyong!”

He shrugged, and you feel smug in his aura as he did the action.

“Expected. Now, finish that up so I can close up.”

You didn’t need any reminder. There was nothing on your plate as you finished the food.

Your stay at the cafe took longer than expected. The initial plan was to order take out and stay at home, watch some Netflix again as you wait for the game to download. But once you took a peek at your laptop, the game was done and ready to play.

Once you pressed the button, a young woman, elegant and pristine in her frilly dress, welcome you to the virtual world. She was all smiles when she made the entrance cue, and let you decide the class you want to main. You spent a few minutes in the tutorials and customization, and when you feel your neck ache from numbness and eyes strained, you stopped, satisfied with the character on the screen.

The first quests were easy—making you lose track of the time. Not with how your character seemed to be enjoying to slay the demons and monsters in the game, time passed by so quickly that it was past dinner when you glanced at the clock. You stretched your arms, forcing yourself to get up to get dinner, starting by boiling water in the kettle pot to make instant ramen.

Thirteenth day on your vacation.

Character? Leveled up. Accessories included an armor that boosted defense. The headdress that increases magic. The staff that was initially without power now holds ice magic.

Thesis? Still on the same page.

You sighed. This wasn’t part of the holiday plan. Initially, you were going to finish your paper after Christmas, have it revised and to be submitted before the new term starts. But here you are, sitting on your study table, but no word applications opened, nor any site with related literature. Instead, the whole screen was engulfed in bright colors, your character (fully armed, by the way) smiled at you while she stands while you’re on AFK.

When you glance at the time, it was fifteen minutes past five. You called in for pizza, and after the beep, there was contemplating between your thoughts: should I finish at least ten pages of my paper, or wait until my order arrives and start doing work after eating?

You sighed. The former was a better option (in terms of productivity), to say the least. At least you’re starting.

But as you were about to log out, a bubble appeared on the side of the screen.

Hey.

The bubble flashed, signaling a personal message.

It was from player rubbiesyong . That dude who helped you during a difficult mission; as you presumed—but turns out you got lost with a fork and went to the high-ranking road instead. Player rubbiesyong slew all the enemies, and even though you are trying your best to keep him alive by healing, it seemed like you were only there for the cheer and tickles.

Heya ruby!

You typed back, a nickname you gave to him as calling him with his full username was kind of a hassle.

You up for a short quest? I need a hand with some as well as my daily.

Oh shit.

You bit your lip. The offer was tempting, but since rubbiesyong messaged, the decision was changed into the latter: doing your paper after eating pizza for dinner. However, with the circumstances—truly, it was stressing. The temptation is there, and deep in your heart and mind you wanted to keep playing but the obligations and guilt of finishing your work were making your heart heavy.

As you were typing your reply, you see a notification that says rubbiesyong is in-game. His character spawned next to yours, all in his glorious armor.

Sorry...gotta do some work first...maybe next time?

You don’t see his reply for a while, and while you were waiting, the doorbell rang. It was the pizza delivery guy, and once the food was paid, you slide your laptop away from a little to the side to have space for your food. When you thought everything was set, you sat back down, feeling the warmth of the chair against your bottoms once more. Ruby replied to your message.

Damn. But that’s okay. I understand.

It’s only virtual, you thought, but you can’t help but feel guilty with a slight pang of the chest. Although you’ve only known this person for days, it was as if you knew each other for a long time. Even though you’re only doing quests in the virtual world, with how he helped you leveled up and gave tips soften your emotions.

There is a living person behind rubbiesyong , and although you know how dangerous it is to trust someone you met online, talking to him was comfortable. You already considered him as a friend.

I guess I’ll see you later then.

You sighed and bite your lip. Your anxiety levels were rising as you stared longer at his reply. No emoji? He’s disappointed. Before munching on pizza, you replied to his short farewell.

If I get this done I’ll come ASAP hehe. Wait for meee!! With the emphasis on the triple ‘e’. Somehow, there was guilt in your chest, mainly because of leaving a friend, and partly because you want to play badly.

Alright ^_^

He replied, and this time with an emoji that lessened your worry. A smile crept to your lips, anticipation with finishing your work for you to set yourself into the virtual world.

Brb!! Enjooooooy and see ya later! :)

It was half-past eight when you glance to your desk clock, the pizza box now empty along with the 2 mugs of coffee you made for yourself. You managed to finish what you ought to do, thankfully, but not leaving a sore back and strained eyes from staring at the computer screen for a very long time, with only trips to the restroom as breaks. You cleaned your mess but not before taking a sip of water.

When you returned to your desk, a sigh escaped your lips. Ruby is probably offline by now. Who would wait for long hours for a stranger? He’s probably resting by now, in his bed, maybe with warm cocoa…

You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t imagine how Ruby would look like, but for sure he’s a guy as you asked in the early stages of your meeting to make sure the pronouns you’ll use are spot on. The assumption was there, ranging from good to bad, however, it isn’t bad to dream that he’s quite the good-looking fella, right? It was inevitable as his character looked so clean and fresh, so you’d imagine he’d look the same—but as they say, don’t keep your hopes up. You try to keep it away from mind.

You logged in-game, and to no surprise, player rubbiesyong is offline.

Although it was expected, the notification brought you a heavy heart. Playing with Ruby is always exciting, but what can you do? The banters were always fun, most especially when you two role-play with each other’s role. The priestess, who met a swordsman on the way, bickering as they do adventures together. It was in this virtual world that you can feel genuine happiness somehow, that is why you look forward to every game with him.

With a heavy heart, you go on with your daily quest alone.

Two days later, you found yourself sitting in the cafe where you encountered Taeyong, but the barista was different for today. Frankly, you were hoping for Taeyong—somehow he made you feel comfortable, a feeling that would equate like home. Although you only met him once, the atmosphere he radiated was warm like the confines of your room, but for the most part, you kinda feel guilty for the pasta he gave you as you’re not the type to owe favors, so you’re to return the favor.

Not only that, for today, the agenda was to finish at least chapter three and prepare a presentation for your upcoming defense. The game was left untouched for the time being as you were trying to make up for the lost time you spent playing games. You were so immersed in your paper that you didn’t notice Taeyong coming in, although not dressed for work. He immediately noticed your slouched figure and the cup of coffee beside your laptop, so dangerously close that a little, leaning mistake would spill over your desk.

A hand pushed your coffee cup away from your laptop, and you were about to spare a glare but you see Taeyong’s toothy grin. He was dressed casually: you noticed how odd the mix in his fashion taste but it fits him either way.

“Good morning, Ms. Caramel macchiato,” the grin never leaving his lips. “I see you’re working hard even on the holidays.”

Baffled by his use of nicknames, you chuckled. “I am, good sir. I see it’s your off today.”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugged, then took his coat off his shoulders as the warmth of the cafe started to seep into the fabric of his clothing. “Mind if I join you?”

“I would be lying if I said no, because I badly need to finish my agenda for today and you distracting me isn’t a great idea.”

Taeyong momentarily stopped as you were speaking. He looked at you quite a few seconds after you talked, then blinked almost comically. He never expected for you to blurt out like that, but then, when he glanced at the screen of your laptop, it was quite understandable as to why you’re acting as such. His eyes started to roam around to find a vacant seat, or he could always hang out in the staff office.

“Oh, Uhm, sorry. I’ll just take another-”

“But a company is great,” he heard you say, and when he glanced back at you, you were sipping your coffee, eyes glued to the computer screen. You then looked at his back with a raised brow. “You didn’t let me finish.”

What a strange fellow, indeed. Taeyong thought and was about to retort back when his co-worker behind the counter called him. He excused himself, telling you that he’ll be back in a minute. Honestly, you could care less, but the kick of the caffeine was needing you to move your lips, hence the disappointment was washing your features. You hid it with a smile though and sent him off, going back to the paper you’re working on.

And true to his word, Taeyong did come back, two cups of steaming drink in his hand. He placed them on the table, pushing one to your side. It was chamomile tea.

“Yours.”

“It’s not in the house, is it?”

“It is,” he chuckled, sitting on the seat opposite of yours. The scent from the tea was inviting, although you’re not much of a tea person. Taeyong seemed to notice this and pointed towards the cup. “It will help you relax.”

“Biscuits, as ordered,” you hear the barista say as he carefully placed the tray of assorted biscuits on your table. Taeyong thanked the guy, and while you were so focused on the cute animal-shaped biscuits, you failed to notice the smirk growing on the barista’s lips. He gave Taeyong a quick nudge to which he shooed him off quietly, making the barista leave but without suppressing a peal of silent laughter.

“You’re paying for this, Taeyong. I don’t have enough allowance anymore.”

“I am,” he laughed, and the way his lips widely stretch that showed his pearly whites and the eyes crinkling reminded you of a baby fox. You can’t help but laugh along as it was contagious, and never have you felt comfortable in the presence of another person in a long time.

“Sorry, I know I’m distracting you. So I’ll just sit down and behave quietly while you work.”

“No, it’s fine,” stretching your arms was almost as relaxing as you were slouched for hours now. “I need someone to keep me sane. The words are already jumbling-look,” you turned your laptop screen to him. “The grammar is everywhere, all I can see are red lines.”

He laughed, once again, and to be honest, every time he does, you were becoming more and more infatuated. “Alright, I’m Taeyong and here to keep you sane.”

You giggled. People like these are genuinely rare these days. Your instinct also seemed to like him, as normally you’d be avoiding these situations as much as possible. But, for the one who gave you free pasta when you were starving and now, free tea and biscuits? How can you be so wary of such a guy?

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he started, and your gaze shifted to him as he trailed off his question. You nodded as you took a sip of the now-warm chamomile tea, urging for him to continue his query. “What do you do?”

You put the cup down and tell about yourself. That you are a full-time graduate student and working as a part-time assistant professor at the university. In your field, although there are holidays, your principal investigator will roast you if you haven’t done anything over the holidays- where is the data? Have you thought of another problem already? - cute phrases that your principal investigator will ask you. He seemed to be so interested that a question led to another, and that when you glanced at the clock of your screen, two hours had already passed and nightfall was about to come as it was getting dark outside.

“Ah, shit. Sorry, I took most of your time.”

Taeyong said, and his tone sounded so concerned and genuinely apologetic. You shake your head with a smile, putting back your laptop inside your bag and taking one last of the biscuit on the table.

“It’s really fine, Taeyong! I enjoyed it as well, plus, I told you I needed a break. That’s exactly what I needed,” you chuckled. “So thank you.”

“Sure, always here to help,” he mirrored your reaction as a light chuckle escaped from his. “Anyway, is it okay if I asked your number? I mean, you don’t need to, just, you know, if you need someone to talk to-”

You laughed at how he stuttered, lightly hitting his shoulder with how stupidly cute he looked. Of course, who would miss an opportunity to get a number of a cute guy? Not you. So you asked for his phone and vice versa, both of you satisfied with your goodbyes as your numbers were saved directly in your contacts.

You also never missed the opportunity to hit the button favorite upon his contact details.

Going to the cafe became a habit, and time passes so quickly that you didn’t notice that it was the 24th of December already: the sign on the cafe door the only thing that reminded you of the day.

You sighed. And you were even looking forward to the coffee, pastries, and Taeyong’s company. His presence and the coffee he brought seemed to boost your efficacy—you finished your due papers in time, and today was going to be a break, but with the locked door and closed blinds, the plan was ruined. Along the way home, you ordered a small cake for yourself, and a bottle of red wine for later’s celebration.

Going home was the only option, and when you’re back at the comforts of your duvet, you opened your laptop, log on to the virtual world. The usual, with a smile, your character greeted you. At the very least, you’re happy. Maybe in another world, but it’s all good.

You started clicking on the quests on the side of the screen. Spending the Christmas online sounded lonely, but celebrating it alone outside—just the thought of it makes you shudder for it was freezing, and walking nor eating along on the eve of Christmas will earn you pitiful stares. You stood up and boiled water to make hot cocoa, a perfect drink to accompany your online adventures. And who said it was lonely? The lobby was full of online players publicly chatting and greeting everyone a Merry Christmas! , and of course, although alone but with the spirit, you greeted them back as well.

The first quest was not so bad, it was only delivering some goods to one NPC to another. The second one wasn’t so bad either—slaying low levels monsters in the forest nearby. However, the third quest, unbelievably, was consuming your time. The former only took around 30 minutes each, but an hour has passed and you’re still stuck: escort this NPC to the palace without him dying from bandits along the way.

rubbiesyong is now online.

The notification never failed to catch your attention, and genuinely surprised. There was an assumption that Ruby is the type to spend Christmas with his loved one: may it be family or friends—there was an aura behind his character that radiates. You haven’t been online for days finishing your paper, and how badly you want to greet him a Merry Christmas, but wouldn’t it be awkward? The thought crossed your mind, but another notification bubble popped on the side of your screen.

rubbiesyong: Merry Christmas!

A smile crept on your lips, anxiety decreasing as you replied a Merry Christmas! back.

rubbiesyong: Haven’t seen you for days, busy?

You replied with a yes. You wanted to tell him everything that happened in the past few days, though you know it isn’t an obligation, and you were too lazy to type.

rubbiesyong: I see.

rubbiesyong: mind if I join you? Bored to death lmao

A sigh of relief came through, and there were no options as you desperately want to finish this never-ending quest you’re stuck on (which you weren’t supposed to be, you are just a noob).

Not a minute later, Ruby joined your group, his character stood side of yours. You explained the quest you’re currently doing, and it seemed like he was typing something so long that the group chat was continuously showing rubbiesyong is typing… notification.

rubbiesyong: can we voice chat instead? It’s too long to type haha

Voice chat.

Honestly, it was a thing you avoid as there is an underlying feeling of insecurity—you weren’t very confident with your voice over the line. Another is the anxiety of struggling with your words—a very common occurrence every time you’re on the line. However, as you agree with Ruby with the feeling of laziness, plus his tips will probably lead you better on finishing your quest.

rubbiesyong entered the voice chat.

You turned on the voice chat as you put your earphones on. You waited for him to speak first, but since he was not saying anything, you were about to open your mouth as you hear a masculine voice over.

“Hello?”

Oddly familiar, you thought, but you shrugged the idea off. Maybe all guys sounded familiar over the line? You weren’t sure, but it wasn’t of priority. You whispered a subtle hello back and you hear him laugh, a deep baritone resonating on the line.

“I guess it’s connected,” there goes the laugh again, and you can’t help but imitate the action.

“Cute voice,” Ruby commented that halted your laugh. You were thankful that he couldn’t see your face as you were sure that you’re flushing with the sudden compliment.

“Whatever,” an attempt to change the topic, you asked him what to do and of course, you told him where you’re stuck on. He guided you throughout as expected—the quest being chicken with Ruby at your party. He guarded your back as you escort the NPC to the designation, and although he took a few hits here and there, Ruby slew the bandits that resulted in success.

“Ah, finally!” You stretched your arms when the screen flashed glitter gold letters of completed! for the quest. You hear Ruby laughed and there were sounds of clapping in the background.

“Congrats.”

You chuckled, taking a sip of the water beside you that you got while on a short break. “Couldn’t have done it without you, Ruby!”

“Calling me Ruby in type-chat is okay but it feels weird hearing it to be honest,” he chuckled.

“I kinda feel the same when you call me with mine, but it’s fine? I’m not sure how to feel, to be honest.”

“But you know, you sound familiar, I swear I heard your voice before.”

“You know what? I thought of that too!” Unbelievably, you feel like you’re closer to this stranger as well—not only because you met for a while now, but his voice just sounded so amicable. “What are the chances, right?!”

“Yeah,” you hear him pause and breathe, and when you feel like the silence is getting awkward, you initiated another conversation by asking him:

“Why are you online this very Christmas eve?”

“Got nothing better to do,” he sighed, and you thought he drank from something as an exhale from his lips rang over the line. “Don’t have work today since it’s Christmas, and plane tickets are hella expensive. I miss my sister and mom though, especially my dog.”

Hearing him talk about family made you think of your own, and the feeling of homesickness hit you like a deer-in-headlights. You sighed and rested your head comfortably on the pillow in front of you. “Yeah, same.”

“What about you?”

You told him your reasons—that you were a graduate student finishing a paper for your defense on the upcoming semester, and the tickets for the same reason. Although he chuckled, it was cut short as he asked:

“By chance, do you ever stop by a cafe to do your work?”

“Yeah, I do,” you quipped slowly, eyebrow-raising from the sudden question from him.

“Sorry if this is personal, is your name (Y/N) by chance?”

You feel your heart race faster than normal, how did this stranger know your name? No words were forming in your confused and tangled thoughts, and the only thing that came to mind was to disconnect, but Ruby beat you to it by saying:

“Shit, sorry, that was weird huh?” You hear him sigh and he continued. “But like, in this cafe where I work, there’s this person who always comes in stressed—clearly, and you know, cute and all, we’ve become close you know? I have this tiny—hell, I have this crush and I even thought it was you.”

Did he just tell what happened to your daily life the past few days?

“They’re cool when they’re doing their stuff you know? Ah—I’m rambling. Sorry,” he chuckled apologetically, and even over the line you hear the sincerity in his tone.

“No, no, it’s fine!” You bit your lip, a habit you got when you feel your anxiety reaching roof high. “Uhm, is your real name Taeyong, by any chance?”

What plot twist it is when you hear a pause—followed by a rather loud vocal of your name. In a questioning tone.

“Seriously?!”

“Lee Taeyong!?”

Another minute passed with exchanges as such, tossing your real names back and forth. It was the biggest plot twist of the year, you thought, as from what he said not too long ago was a subtle confession, isn’t it? That he had this crush on you?

Because you feel butterflies in your stomach as you feel the same way for him. The smile that grew fondly on you, his strong features that soften with every conversation, no matter how silly the topic is. You remember the first time you met, embarrassment was all around your facade, but his presence and soothing existence were enough to radiate a calming and comforting persona that you got infatuated with.

This has to be a joke, isn’t it?

Maybe he’s a hacker—stalker, who knows all about Taeyong and since they do know about Taeyong, they know about you as well? Maybe they’re using some sort of voice changer to make it sound like him. It’s a threat to National Security! It’s some overthinking, but—

“It’s me, you idiot! I can hear you overthinking!” You hear a roaring laugh on the line, and it sounded genuine that he’s having fun.

“Yeah? If it’s you what was the thing I ordered in your cafe when we first met?”

“Caramel macchiato. A slice of banana bread. That was your order,” with an emphasis on the word your. “Then I gave you a plate of carbonara, with garlic bread, all made with love.”

You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“You’re not being discreet about it, Taeyong.”

“Well, I kinda confessed anyway. Not in the way I planned, but—“

“No need to worry about that,” you chuckled, burrowing your head to the pillow you’re propping on to muffle your next words.

“I like you too.”

“Come again? I think the line was choppy.”

You were sure that he still heard it, and that he was only teasing you, but with your heart almost bursting out from your ribcage, and the amount of embarrassment and butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you sighed.

“I like you too, you idiot.”

He was clad in a brown coat and scarf that you gave to him as a gift to protect himself from the cold. His hands, however, were inside his coat pockets, fidgeting the heat pack that kept his digits warm.

When he looked at the side, he noticed your shivering figure, hands inside your coat’s pockets as well, and the tip of your nose beet-red from the cold. A smile tugged at his dry, thin lips—though it was cute seeing you like this, he can’t let you catch a cold.

Taeyong moved to your back and wrapped his arms around your waist, his warmth radiating to yours like a heater. You sighed and basked in his comfort, laying your head on his chest as he hugged you from behind.

“Happy New Year, babe.”

He said, looking down to meet your gaze—a galaxy that you considered home. His presence that made your cold, lonely holidays warm and colorful unlike what you expected, and additionally, a friend that you could confide in—whether be it in real life or virtually.

And when his lips descended on yours, the colors in the sky long forgotten, you feel safe.

Though not back home, Taeyong was and had to be, the biggest twist of your life.

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #365

“i’m numb to the pleasure, but still feel the pain”

Are there palm trees where you live? No. Do you own any Hello Kitty stuff? If so, what? No. What’s your favorite flavor of ice pop? Blue raspberry. Do you like animal print? What’s your favorite print? Not really. I think animal "print" only really looks nice on, well, animals. Does your dad have any facial hair? Yes. What do you think of foot tattoos? They're not my favorite, but some look nice. I myself wanna get "11121" (a Silent Hill 4 reference) "carved" onto the top of my feet. Do you like bugs or do they scare you? Some do. I've gotten more into them though as my passion for tarantulas expanded to other inverts, like mantises. Ever seen the movie Chernobyl Diaries? If so, did you like it? If not, do you want to see it? I haven't, but I'd be willing to watch it. I find the whole Chernobyl incident to be extremely fascinating, so I'd probably like it. Did your senior class in high school have a class trip? Where did you go? Bitch I wish. :/ Do you have an instagram account? What’s your username? Yeah, two: brittanymphotography and eldritch_obscura. Do you like Gir from Invader Zim? I think he's cute. Do you or would you ever own a gun? Why or why not? No thanks. If I'm not mistaken, I can't legally obtain one anyway because of my suicidal history. I'm fine with having like, pepper spray and a bat handy by the bed, lol. If it was offered for free by a professional, would you get your hair dyed platinum blonde? For FREE? Fuck yeah I'd try it. What do you normally order at Dunkin Donuts? A chocolate frosted donut, and sometimes a plain/cake one. Do you watch football? Favorite teams? No. What about WWE? Favorite wrestler? That's an even bigger no. Funniest thing you’ve ever heard a teacher say? Okay so this is hard to actually explain and it be funny. I had this amazing, kinda charismatically awkward history teacher in high school, and when talking about some legal stuff I can't remember, she deadass quoted "Without Me" by Eminem ("if the FCC won't let me be...") like so casually and everyone fucking died, just from knowing her and her personality. It was just very unexpected. Do you wear a lot of makeup? What do you think of girls who do? No. Girls can wear however much makeup they please. Do you have a savings account? Are you good at saving money? No. I can't really answer the second question because of me never having a steady flow of money. Would you rather have a relationship or casual flings? Relationship, 100%. I would never have a casual fling. Do you know anyone that’s part Native American? Yes. Who was your favorite Spice Girl? I remember none of them. Have you ever tried to poison someone? Yikes, no. Have you ever saved anyone from a fire? No. Have you ever had a seizure? No. I've had sudden spasms, but never a full-on seizure. Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? No. Have you ever had a black eye? No. Have you ever had a tooth pulled? No. Have you ever had pneumonia? I have not. Have you ever had tubes put in your ears? Yes, as a baby. Have you ever been shot with an arrow or bullet? Thank god no. Have you ever had kidney stones? No. Have you even been bitten by an venomous animal? No. Have you ever thought about being in the military? Fuck no. I wouldn't qualify, anyway. Have you ever been sedated or put under anesthesia? Yeah. Have you ever used shrooms or any other hallucinogen? No. What upcoming event are you most looking forward to? I can barely believe my tat appointment is almost here lakjsd;ajwlej;rwe What was the last song you heard? I'm currently listening to Motionless In White's synthwave edit of "Voices" they just put out. I looooove it. What time did you wake up today? Maybe like, 5:20? Is there a vase in the room you’re in? No. Have you recently been insulted? Yes. Compared to someone else of your age and gender; do you feel that you have a lot to offer someone? N O P E How many days a week do you work? I'm unemployed. Is there ONE person you feel more connected to than others? Yes. What is your worst relationship quality? I obsess over the person probably leaving, so especially at the beginning, I'm paranoid and distrustful. I want to emphasize that I'm not the asshole that snoops through her partner's phone out of distrust, but still, the fear is just there. What was your most recent serious injury? A serious one? Man idk. I've had a lot or negligible and smaller ones, but a big one... *shrug* What were you most recently happy about? I was happy to see "synthwave" in this video title, haha. Are you a fan of cake? Oh yes. What is your favorite insect? Butterflies. Is your town beautiful? Ew, no. Do you prefer the city or the country? THE COUNTRY. Have you ever witnessed an eclipse? Lots of lunar eclipses. Do you wear lipstick often? No. You’re going on a date with someone you like. What would you like to do? Considering the pandemic, probably just like... grab fast food and sit and eat at a park. That'd be cute. You’re hanging out with your best friend. What would you like to do? It'd be nice to get back to Avatar: The Last Airbender while hanging out with Doris (her beardie that I adore), too. Have you ever written or considered writing a play? No. Who is considered the “black sheep” of your family? Why? Ha, me. To begin, I like all the "dark" stuff, I'm the unreligious one, the one with political beliefs unlike most of my family, I'm not doing what I should be... Why is your favorite movie your favorite movie? It's just a masterpiece. I love love love animals, African one especially, and I find it to be an amazing story of courage and dedication to family. Plus I shamelessly love all the songs, haha. What’s an odor you hate? GASOLINE. FUCK. What’s a sound you hate? Fingernails on a chalkboard. Or screech-y noises in general. If money was no issue, what would you like to do right now? I was initially gonna say go to Yellowstone, but fuck that hot weather this time of year. So, this brings us back to Venus' terrarium; I'd want to get a new one and better materials. What’s something you’re so good at that you take pride in your skill? I wouldn't say I'm "so good" at it, but I do take pride in my writing. What’s something you’d never ever dare to ask another person? Hm. Under ANY circumstance, I guess "are you pregnant?" There's almost like... no situation where I'd be comfortable asking somebody that. What’s the worst/best thing you’ve done without your parents knowing? We're not getting into that lmao. Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? No. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I could never stand seeing so many hurt and dying animals and still be okay at the end of the day. Are there any opinions you used to have even a few years ago that you look back on and think, “I can’t believe I ever thought that way”? THERE ARE!!!!!!!!!!! A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The last time you cried, what was wrong? I fell and skinned my knees when stepping over this barrier Mom made to keep the damn dog out of the hallway and thus my room to fuck with the cat and eat his food. I previously twisted my ankle, fell backwards, and had one other accident with it despite moving stuff, and I didn't cry from pain, just massive frustration. I want this dog GONE. Do you like multi-choice tests or tests you have to write out? Multiple choice. Who last called you ‘beautiful’? Couldn't tell ya, bud. Have you ever caught a firefly? Yeah, I did that lots as a kid. Do you own any camouflage? No. What’s the stinkiest pet you’ve ever had? Uhhh I dunno. Have you ever been on the news? For what? No. Have you ever seen one of your friends get arrested? No. Do you put sprinkles on anything? No, I hate sprinkles. How do you like your steak? Medium well. Long hair on guys: yes or no? Yaaaaaaaas. Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? No. When was the last time you started a new medication? It's been a while. What is your favourite type of nut? Cashews, I think. Where did you eat the best pizza you’ve ever eaten in your life? I'm so fuckin basic, like my genuine answer is Domino's lmaooo. Did you ever watch The Rugrats when you were a kid? Yeah, I loved that show. I even had the two video games; I was obsessed with the first one in particular. Do you know anyone who was adopted? Yes. Do your parents’ professions match their college degrees? No. Do you write shopping lists on paper or just remember it in your head? I don't do the shopping, so. But I would definitely need to write it down. Have you ever used a lawnmower? No. Have you ever consumed so much alcohol that you vomited? No. Can you tie balloons? No, actually. My hands are just too shaky. When was the last time you were at a pet store? A few weeks ago when we got rats for Venus. Ugh, it is SO overpriced; they come in a box of two, and as I feed her twice a month, it's honestly quite a bit of money. Like if I remember correctly, it's around $16. FOR TWO. SMALL. RATS. I've recommended we just buy them in bulk NOT from an overpriced chain pet store, but the problem with that is then we have *too* many, and the nutritional value of frozen rats apparently does degrade with time, so I don't want to feed my snake poor food. So it's just an annoying thing we have to do. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not like, an at-home one. I've been tested before surgery, but that was just a safety protocol. Does your ex still think about you? "The" ex, probably not. Honestly, who is the last person to tell you that they love you? My mom. What is the last state you were in besides your own? Virginia. Would you go down to see the Titanic if given the chance? Man, that's kinda tempting. Maybe. It'd be super cool. Have you ever seen the Hollywood sign in real life? No. Did you ever see a scorpion in the wild? No, they don't live here. Do you type the proper way? Have you ever typed on a manual typewriter? Yes to both. What was your maternal grandmother’s first name? Cecelia. Name a word that people use locally that outsiders probably can’t pronounce. Conetoe. You said it wrong.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''voices'' by motionless in white

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mandadoration · 5 years ago

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I literally want to ride Whiskey into the sunset. Is that too much to ask for these days? P.S. ilysm. P.P.S. If you couldn't already tell- Fool

kentucky summers

word count: 687

pairing: (established) Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x Reader

warnings: smut, riding

a/n: My first non-star wars fic, and it’s a smut AND a pedro character….. What else did you expect? Thank you for being patient!

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Kentucky summers are humid, especially now with stormy clouds rolling in from the east and warm, wet winds stirring the trees outside of the little ranch Jack owns. Honestly, it’s an idyllic place, a perfect place for you and Jack to go away from New York and Statesman without risking your safety. It’s a spacious piece of property that Jack is immensely proud of. It’s got a nice pool in the backyard big enough to swim laps in, and it’s surrounded by bright green grass. The entire yard is surrounded by whatever flowers were in season, something as per your request. The wrap-around porch was perfect for sipping iced tea (with just a dash of something extra, courtesy of Statesman), staring at the stars that shine so brilliantly at nighttime. The ideal place to relax and take a breather from your crazy lives.

If not the outside, then the living room is surely something to brag about. It’s got a wonderfully cozy feel to it, all natural and lived in with trinkets scattered everywhere from the combination of both of your travels. At the same time, it’s super indulgent with a fully stocked bar facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the backyard and several bedrooms for guests whenever you throw the odd party or two. The coffee table in the center sits low to the ground with books and magazines– a gift from Champagne when you two had initially bought the property and finished building the house. Carved from oak with expert craftsmanship. But you think your favorite piece is the spacious couch that Jack loves to fuck you on whenever things get too heated to make it to the bedroom.

“Jack, Jack–”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he grunts, a bruising grip on your hips as you bounce in his lap. His cock splits you open whenever he slams you down, hips thrusting to meet halfway. His hat slips over your eyes, too big on your head, but he readjusts it with a flick, booping you on the nose with that charming smirk of his playing on his lips. “I’ve got you.” He brings you forward enough to nip and lick at your sweat-slick skin. “And goddamn you look perfect,” Jack croons, giving your ass a sharp spank before he digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass. One hand leaves your hips tweak your nipple, rolling it between his deft fingers. “Who do I have to kill to have you wear my hat all the time? And only that, mind you.”

“Jack,” you keen again, high in your throat as you scrabble for purchase on his shoulders. He hisses in pleasure as your nails leave crescent-shaped marks in his skin. Jack holds you down for a moment, grinding your hips in a circle as he watches with an eagle gaze as your eyes flutter shut, and pays special attention to how you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Oh, I love the way my name leaves your lips, darling,” he murmurs. He swoops in to capture your lips with his own, pounding up at you with more force than ever. Jack is nothing if not persistent because he’s licking into your mouth with bruising force. “Makes me feel something mighty special,” and his voice is so wonderfully husky, rumbling through his chest as he continues to caress you. It’s a stark difference to how hard he’s fucking you. But you want more, so you grab a handful of his hair and smash your lips against his, nipping at his lips to fight back the best you can against the mind-numbing pleasure. Jack chuckles and reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit in fast, tight circles with the rough pad of his thumb. “You know what else would make me feel special?” he breathes. “You, fuck, coming on my cock, moaning my name as sweet as honey as I. Take. What. I. Want,” he growls, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. He brings your head close until you’re touching foreheads. “What do you say?” Jack asks. “You feel like spoilin’ me today?”

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Forever Tag: @mabelleen @mando-vibes @isaissafail @adikaofmandalore

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yoongibooo · 5 years ago

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Mine (18+)

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 “𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕕” 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕥𝕠 “𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕕” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕: 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

Warning: smut. Reposted from my twitter: @stickyhoney90

“Sorry folks,” you sighed out as you set down your towel and undid your robe, carefully setting the standard slippers on top of the pile. “This is my spring for now.”

The cold mountain air on your naked body almost felt good, but nowhere near good enough to waver your impatience: the pads of your feet smacked loudly against the wet stone as you hurried over to the edge of the hot spring, being careful not to slip.

Curls of steam rose from the water like ribbons before dispersing into the night sky, soft bubbling sounds gracing your ears. Nothing had ever seemed so inviting, especially after the week you’d had.

You slid your way into the warm water, exhaling in little puffs as your goosebump-ridden skin got used to the hot pool. Once you were halfway in, though, you immediately sank down to your neck with ease, sighing in relief. All the stress in your body melted like butter into the heat: you closed your eyes and hummed happily, savoring the release.

You lazily made your way over to the benches carved into the far side of the spring, settling in like you were snuggling up in bed. With the warm water wrapped all around you and the blue-velvet sky keeping you company, you could hardly keep your eyes open to admire the stars.

There wasn’t a sound besides the shifting water and occasional polite “plop!” of snow sliding down from the rocks. Little mineral-rich clouds floated around you, and tiny milky-ways of bubbles spun out into the water with even your slightest of movements. Normally, you didn’t have any time on business trips to really experience the places you went to, let alone indulge in what they had to offer, so you savored every second while you could.

You had just begun to really let yourself go when you heard the curtain suddenly clack together. You tilted your head, listening carefully.

Seconds later, a male voice started swearing in a loud whisper. Your eyes shot open and you ducked down, your arms instinctively moving to cover your chest.

“What the-?!”

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but the sight of some male-shaped silhouette wobbling through the clouds of steam wasn’t it.

It was clearly some random guy, and judging by his bouncing silhouette, he was hopping on one foot clumsily, holding the other in his hand, hissing between his teeth. A small gust of wind picked up, making it a bit easier to see his hair hopping along with him, and by the looks of it, he was about to run into a boulder. You could only stare in confusion.

“Goddamn rocks!” he hissed.

You blinked at him in bafflement. “Well, we’re on top of a mountain, so if you weren’t expecting rocks…”

His back straightened and he released his other foot before spinning around with shocked eyes.

“Whoa!”

You blinked some more at him with an unfriendly smile straining your face, but he just kept staring back at you through the thin clouds of steam, his lips parted in a pout like he’d forgotten how to speak.

You shifted uncomfortably under his blatant stare.

“Um…excuse me!” You hissed, crouching as low as you could.

He broke his stare and cleared his throat, blinking rapidly before gathering himself and straightening out his posture.

He wasn’t wearing the resort slippers or robe; just a pair of boxers with what looked like little reindeer doing the conga printed on them. It was the middle of February: what was with the holiday underwear?

He quickly cupped his hands in front of his dick with another clearing of his throat, but otherwise tried to maintain a cool stance.

“You’re excused,” he finally replied, seemingly nonplussed.

Your mouth had given up on even a hint of a smile.

“Well, do you mind?”

He started slowly walking towards the edge of the spring, his eyes squinting at the steam rising up.

“Maybe. I’m not sure, yet.” He paused a moment and took a deep breath before sighing it out. You could’ve sworn you could see a hint of a wince on his face. “…The steam looks pretty.”

My God. He was either mentally terminal or blazed out of his mind, and you didn’t like either option. He moved to step further towards the edge of the spring and you jumped backward.

“Stay back!” You raised your voice and splashed with your elbow towards him, even though he was nowhere near close enough for the splash to land. “This is a hot spring bath. So I’m bathing!”

“Yes, I can see that,” he replied matter-of-factly, finally sitting down on the edge of the pool and sliding his feet into the water.

A few more beats went by as you cocked your head in disbelief, watching him hum and rub at his sore toe.

“Ok, this is the part where you apologize and go to the men’s side of the springs,” you barked.

He looked up at you then, cocking his head and furrowing his brow. He had a sudden edge in his voice.

“How do you know I’m not a woman?”

You froze and stared blankly in his direction.

His glare held for a moment longer before it melted into a coy smile. “I’m just kidding.”

You relaxed into a hunch and exhaled in relief before snapping yourself back to sense. You squinted through the steam: it was still a little difficult to fully make out his face. Mentally terminal or not, you clearly needed to spell it out for him.

“You’re making me uncomfortable. Please go away.”

He didn’t respond. It looked like he’d focused his attention on the sky.

“…Please?”

A small gust of wind blew over the pool, clearing the curls of steam and sweeping everything back into focus. He lazily turned his head to meet your eyes, and your throat closed when you saw his face.

Suddenly, his eyes crinkled into a smile of recognition. “Hey! You’re that girl from the other night!”

Oh, god.

You immediately realized the situation was a lot direr than you initially thought, but didn’t know what to do. You could only stand there, arms still clinging around yourself, eyes darting all over the spring.

“How’s your head feeling?” He continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get that drunk so fast.”

Your jaw practically hit the pool as you snapped your gaze towards him. It seemed to throw him off guard; he jerked back in a defensive position, eyes wide.

“You…rapist!” You shrieked, pointing a finger at him accusingly before remembering you were still naked and jerking your arm back to cover yourself.

His eyes almost popped out of his skull and he held his hands up as if surrendering. “What?! What are you talking about, no I’m not!”

Furious, you glared daggers at him. “Then what happened after we got to my room?!”

You were a little frantic now: you couldn’t believe you had completely blacked out. Granted, you woke up alone, but God knows what could have happened to you! You had been looking out for him upon returning from every business meeting for the last two days in hopes of asking him what had happened, but due to how bizarrely comfortable he was with seeing you naked, you were assuming the worst.

“Did you…follow me here?!”

He blinked in bewilderment before his shocked look suddenly melted into a sort of sad expression.

“Damn.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. He slowly lowered his hands and breathed out a long sigh.

“Did I really make that bad of an impression on you?”

You paused a moment, trying to remember. As you focused harder, little pieces came back before blending together about the night you’d met.

From what you could recall, you’d actually had a lot of fun with him at the midnight barbecue the resort had put on. The company had had a particularly rough meeting that afternoon, and all you’d wanted was food and a buzz.

You remembered noticing him almost immediately, but then, it was mostly because everyone else had, too. He just had that sort of presence about him; it was hard to put a proper explanation to it. Not to mention he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen.

You had watched him for a while, and when his big eyes met yours, he approached you with a warm, square smile on his face. You couldn’t recall exchanging names with him, but he’d definitely been a gentleman: you had stayed by the resort pool until almost everyone else was gone and the food was being cleared, just talking.

But your mind went totally blank after that, and his behavior wasn’t holding up to be so gentlemanly, now.

You fixed your glare on him once more.

“What did you do?” You asked angrily, shrinking back against the rocks a little more.

He seemed disappointed by that response and shook his head, looking back down at the water.

“Well,” he started with a sigh. “First I tried to stop you from attempting to prove to me that you could burp the French alphabet backward. Then you insisted we watch Finding Nemo and made creepy fish faces at me whenever I tried to leave. After that, you conked out, so I carried you to your bed and put a blanket over you.”

You stared at him quizzically.

“I wrote my phone number on the pad by the bed for you,” he continued. “When you didn’t call I assumed you were too embarrassed or that you’d left.”

You searched your memory in frantic confusion before suddenly recalling some scribbles on the paper pad perched on the side table that morning. You hadn’t given it a second thought, what with the foggy hangover: you’d been more focused on painkillers and a big glass of water.

Embarrassed, you hunched your shoulders slowly in defeat and sunk down further into the water. “Oh.”

He looked up at you again, folding his arms over his chest. You could tell he was getting cold and clearly didn’t appreciate being called a rapist out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled in embarrassment, hiding your face.

You heard him sigh again, but lighter this time. “Hey, it’s alright. I guess I’d freak out too, in your situation.��

The two of you sat in silence for a while before you popped your head back up again.

“Wait, though, what are you doing up here?”

He looked at you blankly. “Well, it is owned by the resort, in case you forgot. You’re not the only one looking to relax.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Did you not see the occupied sign?”

He blinked a few times and then shook his head. “Nope.”

“Right,” you nodded, exhaling through your nose. “Well, what was with your grand entrance?”

He frowned slightly as if hoping that you’d somehow not noticed his flailing insanity.

“Oh…that,” He rubbed the back of his head with his hand, avoiding eye contact. “I’m here for my best friend’s bachelor party and the games have gotten a little…interesting. I was supposed to come in here and ask for a selca with a girl in my underwear.”

You snorted. “Very classy.”

He turned his head away in shame. “Yeeaahhh…sorry about being a jerk. I just got startled when they threatened to de-pants me in front of the visitors center if I didn’t hurry up. I was gunna ask before I came in here but then I stubbed my toe...”

You blinked at him. “Not so great under pressure, are you.”

“Well, no. Not under certain circumstances,” he admitted. He looked so genuinely embarrassed that you almost wanted to hug him.

There were a few beats of silence before he suddenly stirred, still making a point not to look your way. “Oh God, I’m sorry, I’ll get out of here. And sorry again for freaking you out…and making you think I’m a rapist.”

You thought he might still be pretty hurt by that, but he chuckled under his breath. You pursed your lips in thought, watching him get to his feet.

“Wait,” you said, straightening up. “You might as well get your selfie. We can’t have scarred foreigners and a career-ending gag now, can we? Plus, I owe you one for making you sit through Finding Nemo with me.”

He hesitated before turning his head slowly to meet your eyes, blinking in disbelief.

You cleared your throat and shifted in the water.

“Grab me my robe?”

His confused pout slowly turned into a smile, lighting up his whole face. He gave a short nod, grinning.

“Okay!”

He shuffled over to your little pile and came back to the edge of the pool before closing his eyes and holding your robe out.

“Okay, ready!”

You chuckled a little: he was pretty cute. And that was just his personality. Now that you weren’t mainlining to kill, you took a moment to look him over.

Admittedly, you couldn’t have been more attracted to the guy. He had the kind of face that was handsome and sharp, but still young in all the right ways. You shivered at the memory of his eyes that were so penetrating in their intensity; no matter how relaxed he was. They gave all his thoughts away.

You smiled to yourself as more little memories came sparking back to mind. You remembered thinking, as cheesy as it was, that the two of you had had a connection. What kind of connection, you hadn’t been sure, and still weren’t, even though you were now sober in front of him. But it was undeniable that something had been there; something a little more than just curiosity.

Until, you know…you openly accused him of being a rapist, but you two were clearly passed that now!

You continued to shamelessly examine him as you made your way over to the edge of the pool: he was tall, not ripped but not out of shape, either; toned. Smooth. Tousled dark hair, pretty collarbones, shapely arms…and an unquestionably infectious smile.

“Down here,” you said politely after you’d grabbed the robe and wrapped it around yourself. You couldn’t help but be conscious about how see-through it became in the water, and you folded your arms over your boobs again, feeling a blush coming on.

He carefully opened one eye in a squint before looking down at you with another sparkling smile.

“You can just sit on the ground and get one, right? Do I have to be out of the pool? It’s cold out there.”

He shrugged, still smiling playfully.

“There were no specific rules, as far as I remember, so that works!”

He lowered himself back on the ground, his long back facing you and his legs folding up beneath him. He produced his phone from god knows where and held it up.

“Say ‘Asshole-sneaking-into-the-women’s-spring’!”

You laughed as he angled the camera your way; he really was cute.

You heard the phone make a clicking noise before he sat it next to him, turning around and giving you another boyish, boxy smile. You shrunk a little further back, a little shy now that he was so close.

“Oh god, sorry again,” he shook his head, chuckling and making a point to turn his face away as he got up.

He started to shuffle towards the curtain, raising his arm in a still wave.

“Thanks for the picture!”

You smiled to yourself, looking down at the water and thinking for a moment.

“Hey, hold on a sec,” you called after him.

He froze in place, dropping his arm to his side again, still facing away.

You fiddled with the soaked sleeve of the robe.

“I’m really sorry, too. I’m here for a particularly grueling business trip, so I’ve been a bit of a bitch this week.” You sighed with guilt, clearing the steam around you. “I remember better, now. You were very sweet to me.”

He remained turned around: you could almost feel him questioning himself on whether or not it was polite to look at you, again.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway…thanks for being so cool about this.”

He nodded his head once in a quick bounce, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Of course.”

There was a pause as you thought for a moment, and he stayed in place, waiting. That feeling of a connection was coming back, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You shuffled out of the soaking wet robe and let it float off into the water. It traveled lazily away like a big silk cloud.

Slowly, you backed up a little further and dipped down into the water again, keeping your arms folded in front of you but allowing yourself to relax a bit. You cleared your throat and lifted your eyes to him once more.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked.

He cocked his head slightly at this, and you could see his eyelashes blinking in confusion.

“I mean you’re here,” you continued. “You might as well enjoy a warming up before you go back to your scavenger hunt, right?”

He hesitated before slowly turning around to face you. You watched his eyeballs twitch as he noticed your bare shoulders, doing his best to keep his gaze strictly on your face.

He broke out into another warm smile, and you grinned back at him.

“Yeah,” he responded softly, running a hand through his hair shyly. “Why not?”

Your grin grew and you sunk back to the stones, covering your eyes with one hand and turning around.

“Go ahead!” you called.

You heard shuffling as he removed his ridiculous boxers, and then a small yelp of surprise as he got himself into the water. The ripples from his movements yawned over to you and you lowered your hand, slowly turning around.

He smiled at you with a hooded, playful stare, his nose wrinkling up shyly. He maintained a polite distance, and you did him the same courtesy of keeping your eyes on his face. There weren’t any lights under the murky water, anyway, but you’d appreciated the gesture.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you grinned back.

He found a perch on a flat rock a safe distance away from you and sighed heavily.

You giggled. “Better?”

He sank down with a satisfied smile on his face. “Much better. It’s getting colder by the hour up here.”

You laughed. What did he think happened in the snow-capped mountains during the winter?

Almost as if on cue, large, slow flakes of blue-white snow started to fall lazily from the sky. You could make out their patterns just as they hit the surface of the water, dissolving with barely a whisper. They lightly kissed your face in little cool breaths: it felt heavenly.

Within moments, the paper lanterns dimmed their warm light, and soft music began humming from somewhere. You couldn’t have picked a better setting for a night like this if you tried. You wondered if the girl at the towels desk was responsible. You made a note to give her a big tip.

Your companion was looking up into the sky again, watching the falling snow, and a snowflake caught on his eyelashes. It melted before he noticed and you smiled to yourself.

“So…” you asked, inching just a bit closer towards him.

He returned his attention to you, those piercing eyes holding yours effortlessly. It was like he didn’t realize how intense they were.

“What else is on this scavenger hunt list?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, scrunching his face up in embarrassment. “Well,” he started slowly. “You…know one of them, actually.”

You blinked back at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, rubbing his arm and sinking a little further into the water.

“Well…” he said again, choosing his words carefully. “At the barbecue…I told you about the one that gets you the highest points. We were sort of…going up to your room…for it. Or more like, you said you’d let my friends think that’s what we were gunna be doing so I’d still get the points.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You looked right at them before taking my hand and making quite a display of leading me away.”

You searched your memory. God, you had really drank too much. “It…didn’t have anything to do with burping the French alphabet, did it?” you asked, wincing.

He laughed out loud, shaking his head. The ends of his hair were wet, sticking to his elegant neck. It made your heart hiccup.

“No, it didn’t. Although you would have won hands down if it did.”

You braced yourself, squinting at him. “What was it, then?”

He cleared his throat, his face flushing suddenly, and straightened himself out, running a wet hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“It’s this stupid thing from our teens that we made up when we were too nervous to make a move on girls.”

You raised your eyebrow and he sneaked a look at you, smiling a shy but coy smile before continuing.

“The game goes like this: I’d ask you a question about me. An easy thing, like what my favorite color is. If you guess it right…”

He shifted in the water, moving a little nearer to you.

“…You would pick a part of my body that’s ‘yours’, to do with what you please for the evening. But it has to be waist up,” he said, swallowing, still grinning shyly at you. His eyes had hints of mischief sparkling in them.

You nodded at him, smiling playfully. “And then?”

“And then,” he continued. “Vise versa. So, next you’d ask me something about yourself, and if I got the answer right, then…”

He inched a little closer, still, obviously trying to be subtle. You let him believe you hadn’t noticed.

“…Part of you is mine. But if I got the answer wrong, then you’d get to pick again.”

You chuckled, grinning at him like no tomorrow. It was such a typical teenage boy thing to come up with, but at the same time it sounded kinda fun; exciting, even.

You noticed, then, that you had also been subconsciously moving closer to him. You steadied yourself, keeping a soft smile on your lips. His eyes stayed focused on yours.

“For how long is this game supposed to go on?” you asked softly.

He cocked his head, his expression changing a little at that question, and another spark flickered across his eyes; a spark you felt in the pit of your stomach, just above the space between your legs.

He smoothed a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes and smiled faintly at you, biting his lower lip subtly.

He looked directly at you as he answered. “Until one of us succumbs.”

You felt goosebumps on the back of your neck and your tummy hiccuped out a butterfly. He paused for a moment, gauging your response.

“The idea,” he continued. “Is to try to out-wait one another.”

The smile was gone from his lips, but it remained in his eyes. You returned his stare.

“Interesting,” you pulled yourself a little further down into the water, moving forward slightly as you did.

“Yeah,” he smiled, reading your face carefully.

You returned his smile with a smirk of your own. “Well…let’s play it, then.”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes questioning whether or not you were serious. Holding his stare steadily, you finally let your arms relax to your sides. “It sounds like I owe it to you, anyway.”

Softly brushing his ripe lower lip with his thumb, he looked nervous, but intrigued. That killer smile grew more playful as the seconds ticked by.

He inched closer, raising his gaze back to your face, sinking onto his knees in front of you. His head was level with your chest, but he maintained eye contact. “You don’t owe it to me. I only want to if you want to.”

His eyes looked like they were lit up from the inside as they searched yours. You gently smiled and nodded at him. “I want to.”

He blessed you with another slow smile, running a hand through his hair again: it was damp by now, and fully smoothed back from his handsome face. He gestured at you playfully. “Come a little closer.”

You obeyed before dipping your head into the warm water, smoothing your own hair back from your face. You were sure your makeup had melted away by this point, and you felt more naked than ever under his stare. No one had ever looked at you quite like that before; like you were something to be admired. But, strangely, you weren’t scared or nervous at all.

He raised a hand towards your face slowly before quickly giving you a gentle tap on the end of your nose.

“Ladies first,” he grinned.

You laughed, already enjoying yourself: he had an aura about him that made you feel so comfortable like you could let go around him and let your guard down a little bit. It had been so long since you’d met anyone like that.

Clearing your throat, you stared shamelessly at his body, searching your mind for a question and looking up at the sky that was still sending down slow, lazy snowflakes. “All right, I’ve got one,” you grinned.

“I’m ready,” he wrinkled his nose playfully back at you.

“What’s my room number at the resort?”

His mouth fell open into a surprised smile and you laughed.

“That’s not an easy one!” he protested.

You smiled daringly at him. “It should be if I made such an…interesting impression on you.”

He looked down at the water, chuckling and shaking his head before meeting your gaze again. “Fair enough.”

He thought for a while, and his grin slowly grew more mischievous; almost confident. “Your room is room 1003.”

Now it was your turn to drop your jaw. “What the hell, that’s correct!”

He laughed maniacally, comically throwing his head back. “You underestimate me!” He boomed.

You felt the blush on your face as you laughed along, splashing him gently. He sighed out his laughter before giving you a flirtatious smirk, scanning his eyes over your face, neck, and shoulders. Suddenly you found yourself at a heightened awareness of the nerves in your body- of how every shift of the water felt against your skin, and your tummy spun in anticipation.

“I pick…”

You held your breath, watching his face.

“…Your left ear.”

You raised an eyebrow at him: that wasn’t quite what you were expecting. “My left ear, huh?”

He gave you a nod, the smile gone but the fire still in his eyes. “Yes,” he said in a low voice. “Take your earring off.”

You paused, once again admiring that spark dancing in his pupils. “Why?”

He didn’t answer, the look on his face unchanging.

You waited a beat before complying, quickly but carefully removing both earrings and handing them over to him. He placed them on a stone nearby before slowly turning back to you, moving so closely that you were almost nose to nose. You could feel the energy pulsing off of his skin.

“So that I can do this.”

Slowly, he moved to wrap his lips around the bottom of your ear. You inhaled on reflex, goosebumps immediately dancing lines along your arms. His mouth was so soft and warm, and you could feel the hairs on your neck stand to attention for him as he gently trapped your earlobe between his lips, playfully sneaking his tongue along the edges.

Your wrists started to twitch ever so slightly, wanting to embrace him, but your competitive side reared it’s playful head: you didn’t want to “succumb” so easily, despite the dizzying tingle in your skin that begged you to. Instead you focused on trying to breathe evenly and not make a sound.

Taking his sweet time, he slowly placed gentle nips up the curve of your ear, moving to hold the back of your head with his long, warm hand. You managed to suppress the shudder your body was desperate to release, but it dispersed into hot tingles that crawled their way down your legs in waves: you couldn’t help but to close your eyes and move your head to give him better access, and a small sigh escaped your lips.

He licked your earlobe again, warm and wet; giving it another few gentle bites before nuzzling behind your ear, kissing the skin there. You felt his hot breath spread down your neck as he paused a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin before he slowly moved to face you, his eyes hooded and sparkling.

He met your eyes with a sexy, boyish grin. “My turn,” he almost whispered.

You swallowed hard, nearly shaking as he put his hand to his pink lips, thinking for a moment, snowflakes collecting at the crown of his head.

“What…” he started in a playful tone. “…was our first drink together?”

You couldn’t help it: you scrunched your lips into a pout and he laughed.

“Hey, it should be easy if I left an impression on you,” he teased, winking.

Shit.

You shifted uncomfortably, struggling to remember, piecing together the parts of the night that you could still picture.

You remembered the set-up bar, decorated with fairy lights and buckets full of ice embracing sparkling wines; blood-deep reds lined up tastefully on display. But it wasn’t wine you had in your hands; it was something a little darker in thick, short glasses with lots of ice.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying not to show any uncertainty.

“Jack and Gingers.”

That flash showed up again in his eyes and he smiled wickedly. You groaned, covering your face. “Wrong,” he said, still smiling. “We had Two Star Bourbon Cokes.”

Ugh, of course you did! Once he said it, you remembered in a flash. You could still faintly picture his warm smile as he handed the tinkling glass to you; how you’d said “Cheers!” before taking a drink.

He was running his eyes over you again, and your breath caught in your throat. There really was something about those eyes of his: it felt like they could see all of you under the dark water. It was a stare like fingertips dancing down your body.

His hand reached out and gently took your own, raising it up and out of the water. “I pick this hand,” he said in a low murmur.

You could only watch him, entranced, as he slowly smoothed out your fingers. He paused to look you in the eyes before bringing your hand up to his plush mouth, pressing it to your wrist in lingering, sensual kisses; slowly moving upward through the curve in your palm and along your fingers. He brushed his mouth lightly across your fingertips, teasing them, his hot breath scaring off the cold mountain air, before gently nipping the tender skin there. You felt it in every part of your body; dull waves of pleasantry, like the tickling of feathers.

He tried to hold your gaze, but you had to look away; those eyes were too intense. However, it was hard not to focus on the sweet pink that blushed over his swollen lips: you watched them slowly bring his kiss back to your wrist, blooming warmth. His eyelashes looked so long as he closed his eyes: they rested against his cheeks in spidery black wisps.

He hummed gently, sending soft vibrations up your arm, and you shuddered in response. Who knew hands were an erogenous zone?

You moved your eyes back to his, and he trapped you in a steady, sultry gaze. He smiled slightly, gently moving your hand to his smooth chest: you could feel his heart pounding in a hard rhythm, warm and swollen with blood. He paused for a moment and then grinned wickedly, slowly sliding your hand lower, lower, before stopping at his firm stomach.

You let your palm blossom out, smoothing against his hot skin. He met your eyes once more, and you could almost feel the energy in them licking at your skin. You were both daring each other and resisting each other all at once, and it was a wild, exciting feeling.

You bit your lip furiously, your wrist twitching, tempted to keep traveling down, but you kept it there as he gently ran his fingertips over the back of your hand. You cleared your throat and snapped yourself to attention, straightening your back and pulling your palm away. He remained smiling devilishly at you: he knew he’d gotten to you, and he loved it.

“Your question,” he grinned.

You exhaled, licking your lips, searching your mind for something that sounded fair but that he clearly wouldn’t be able to answer correctly. When you found it, you let a smirk of your own cross your face. You decided to steal his example question.

“What’s my favorite color?” You asked sweetly, cocking your head.

His eyes narrowed through a taunting smile. “…Really?”

You giggled. “Really.”

He sighed, looking up at the stars as if they’d align themselves to spell out the answer.

You waited, smirking proudly at him, but it was admittedly hard to keep gloating calmly when there were mere centimeters between your bodies. The butterflies grew to the size of birds, migrating from your stomach to your chest: it felt like being a teenager again, standing next to your crush in the lunch line, overwhelmed with hormonal rage and wishing- begging -for the world to shift so you could bump into each other; so he would bring his body closer, if only for a moment. It was a desperate feeling, but had grown into a sexy one now that you were a woman, and your head was reeling.

He finally settled on an answer, but his eyes were uncertain. “It’s blue. I’d bet money on it.”

Now you knew what that sweet rush of victory felt like, and he narrowed his lips nervously as your mouth grew into an unstoppable grin. “Well, you’d lose that bet,” you announced, delighted. “Your answer is incorrect.”

He took in a breath and let it go in a shaky sigh, straightening himself up. “I admit defeat,” he smiled coolly, but there were still flecks of nervousness in his eyes.

You were loving it: it was so thrilling to create the same rush of anticipation in him that he’d created in you. You could feel it emanating from him in a pulse, like it was reaching for you.

You allowed your eyes to search him: he’d brought himself a little further out of the water, the light from the moon reflecting off his wet body. You didn’t know how you could possibly choose one part of it to claim, but you weren’t going to lose your cool: you were determined to hold your ground and beat him at his own game.

Choosing his lips felt like giving in too much, so you pushed some of his hair away from the side of his neck, watching goosebumps break out under the touch.

“I choose here,” you said softly, running fingers down the length of his neck. He inhaled, his eyes fluttering nearly closed. Clearly, you had chosen a weak point.

You smiled in wicked victory before replacing your hand with your lips, indulging in hungry, deep kisses, resting your hand at the nape of his neck. He leaned into the kiss, and you could feel his head start to tilt back and then stop as he tried to maintain composure. You smiled, adding your tongue to his soft skin, licking and biting at your leisure: you could almost feel his flesh rippling beneath your lips.

His warm neck tasted like the spring water, and he finally let his head move slightly back, inviting you to more. His defined jawline was the perfect frame, and you could almost taste the moans gathering in his throat. You were greedy for them, but forced yourself to hold back from going hog-wild, despite the instinct to wrap yourself around him entirely.

You felt his hands hovering on either side of your hips, daring themselves to land. Feeling cheeky, you made the distance between you as small as it could be without actually grazing skin.

Every small movement he made sent tiny hills of hot water rolling out from your bodies, like heartbeats. His mouth was open, lids heavy and closed, and you paused to admire him before pulling back and willing your nerves to calm down.

He slowly blinked his eyes back open and lowered his face to meet yours. “You’re wicked,” he whispered, his lips just barely hovering above your own. It was as though his words could physically touch you.

You gripped the sides of your legs tightly, refusing to reach for him; refusing to move that tiny bit forward to feel his kiss. Instead, you inhaled deep and moved back a little, feeling your whole body blush.

He smiled that playful, scrunched-up-nose smile and then stood at his full height, hovering above you. Steam rose off of his skin, and the water stopped just at the top of his defined hips. You stared blatantly. He, also, was finally allowing his gaze to move downward towards your breasts, but he jerked his hand up to his lips, resisting temptation.

You smirked.

“Come on,” he said, instead taking your hand that now belonged to him. “We should sit at the shallow end for a while. You look really flushed, we should get you cooled down a bit.”

You cursed inwardly: you could resist his actions, but your skin still revealed the crazy battle of anticipation inside of you.

So you followed obediently, watching the water reveal more and more of his firm ass as you neared the shallow end. But like a pro, he swiftly moved back to a sitting position on one of the smooth rocks, pulling you to sit beside him. Your eyes wanted so badly to travel down to his lap, but you didn’t want him to even have that small victory over you. You dared to remain looking only at his face.

He studied your expression, seemingly aware of the struggle, and laughed softly under his breath. “You doing ok?”

You gritted your teeth as you grinned. “I’m doing great.”

His eyes lit up again as he chuckled, running his gaze over your face.

You sat like that for a moment, just looking at each other. You were so aware of his closeness; it was like electricity hummed over his body. Your joined hands pulsed together, drunk on just that small connection of skin on skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, holding up his free hand towards your cheek. He caught himself, though, and froze his palm just above your skin. You smirked, and he lowered his hand, clearing his throat.

“So are you,” you responded.

It was like he had fireflies in his pupils. You couldn’t get used to it.

You feigned confidence and sat up a little straighter, daring him with a smirk. He continued to look back at you, and you wondered if he could see the kinds of things in your eyes that you saw in his; if the lights in his stare allowed him to. You almost wanted to ask him but didn’t know how.

He adjusted in the water, not letting go of the hand he’d claimed. “Okay. My question, now.”

Aw, shit. You cleared your throat as daintily as you could and waited.

Now it was his turn to smirk at you. “Where do I live?”

You let out a little gasp. How was that fair?!

His smirk deepened. “I did tell you that night, so it’s not technically an unfair question.”

You furrowed your brow, pouting. “That’s so mean.”

His smirk transformed into a child-like, full-tooth grin, and he cocked his head innocently to the side. “That’s my question!”

You couldn’t help the smile that briefly danced along your lips: he was kind of weird, but you liked it. You were amazed at how much his face changed with his thoughts.

“I mean…you could live in Iceland, for all I know,” you mumbled to yourself.

He rose his eyebrows, grinning. “Wrong! You lose.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Hey, that wasn’t my answer!”

“Too late,” he said, his voice still playful but now soft and deep.

He squeezed your hand, that boyish smirk never faltering. The see-sawing between his cuteness and his sexiness was making your head spin: he was duality personified.

He placed his lips near your left ear and whispered softly. “Why? Are you nervous?”

You felt that voice between your legs, but maintained a somewhat composed appearance. “No,” you replied, meaning to sound firm. But the tremor in your voice was unmistakable.

He just kept smirking confidently. You braced yourself.

“Hmm…” He ran a hand through your hair, and you playfully smacked his wrist away.

“Unless you’re choosing my head, no touching. I already let you get away with that once,” you retorted, giving him a look. “Cheater.”

He laughed out loud. “Okay, okay, understood.”

He sighed out the rest of his chuckles and his face quickly grew serious again as he ran that hand through his wet hair, slowly scanning his eyes downwards towards your chest.

Oh, shit.

“I pick…” He raised his hand and slowly moved to run his pretty fingers along your ribs, just under your right breast. You shuddered under the light touch. “Right here.”

As you inhaled and steadied yourself, he got to his knees in front of you again, moving his head down to gently brush his mouth against your skin. Your nerves responded to him in tender sparks: he could make any part of your body feel like your most private and sensitive areas.

He opened his warm lips against you, breathing heat into your body, working his mouth masterfully just below your breast. You could see the goosebumps standing to attention along your chest, and noticed them spreading along his neck, as well. The sight of them made it that much more difficult to resist him.

He placed his hand gently against your left ear, tenderly manipulating the angle of your body to his will. Every touch sent more fire between your legs to the point you could feel your pulse throbbing there.

You couldn’t help it: a small moan fluttered out of your throat, and you felt him smile against your skin as he continued his perfect attack, allowing his fingertips to gently brush the top of your ear.

No one had ever touched you like that before. Who exactly was this guy, anyway? And where had he been hiding all your life?

“You’re so soft,” he hummed against your skin in his low voice, and another shower of goose-flesh enveloped you.

Just when you thought you were really about to lose it, he closed a final kiss to your lower rib, slowly raising his head to look at you again, loose strands of wet hair falling into his eyes.

Your chest was visibly rising and falling, but you managed to pull your facial expression together, staring right back at him. You didn’t even give him a warm-up, this time. “How old am I?”

The pride in his grin dimmed significantly and he raised his eyebrows at you. “I thought it was impolite to assume such things,” he responded coolly.

You cocked your head at him, mimicking that little habit of his. His smile grew wider as you wrinkled your nose at him. “I wasn’t aware we were discussing social norms.”

Now he used both hands to run through his thick hair, shaking his head and smiling nervously. “I could get in real trouble, depending on my answer.”

You didn’t respond, maintaining that teasing smirk. He chewed on his plump lower lip as he observed your face, bringing his hand to his chin as he thought.

“Let me see,” he mused.

You waited for a few more beats. “You have 5 seconds to answer.”

His eyes went wide. “Wow, you’re ruthless.”

“Well, you cheated!”

Mischief danced over his handsome face and he giggled. “Did I?”

You didn’t respond once more, raising your eyebrow at him daringly. A few ticks went by before he shrugged his shoulders and sighed in exasperation before correctly guessing your age.

Your mouth fell open.

He was delighted to see your surprised look and pointed his finger at you, chuckling. “Aha! See, that’s what you get when you’re not nice.”

Your lips were moving but no words were coming out. You were genuinely in shock. You couldn’t get yourself to respond.

Before you could register the movement, he brought his hands to hover over either side of your face, and you were nose to nose once more. You prayed he couldn’t feel you trembling.

“I already know what more of you I want,” he whispered above your lips.

You closed your eyes and sighed as he placed kisses from the top of your cheek down to your jaw, taking his sweet time. You could smell his skin, he was so close: it was a watery, dizzying smell. A smell only a man’s skin can produce. He placed his hand on the place just below your breast that he owned, rubbing gently, relaxing you into his touch. Making his way back towards your lips, he paused- daring himself -and when he didn’t move any further, you took your chance, immediately breaking away and sloshing as fast as you could in the opposite direction. “You have to catch me, now!”

His whole face lit up as he laughed out loud, stumbling awkwardly through the hot water towards you. He tripped once or twice, and as the water got deeper and your laugh grew louder, you slowed down, nearly tripping yourself.

“That’s against the rules!” He whined, but you only cackled in response.

“You never said that,” you replied in sing-song, pushing your body against the strong water.

You could hear him splashing behind you as his long legs allowed him to catch up, and he wrapped his hand around yours, spinning you to face him. Panting and sighing out your smiles, you grew dangerously close once again, and that mischievous light wholly overcame his deep eyes.

He lowered his face to kiss your cheek again, smoothing his hand along it, but he paused suddenly, moving to allow his mouth to hover millimeters above yours. Heat radiated off of his ripe lips, and you felt his body tense a little in hesitation, like he was asking permission. You denied him that, taking a full step back. It was game on, now.

You watched as a cute, disappointed pout bloomed on his face.

“Are you getting nervous?” you teased.

He ran that pretty hand down the side of his neck, scrunching his nose up at you. His little habits were so endearing, it was completely maddening.

“No,” he quipped, smiling.

You perched yourself back down on the bench and he sat beside you. You noticed him eyeing the large, round resting beds at the edge of the spring, but he caught himself and quickly looked back at you.

“Your question,” you grinned.

You could see him searching his mind through his eyes; that glint hadn’t left them. “Hmmm,” he hummed.

You waited, trying to calm your heart rate. What was it about this man that got you so excited?

“What color are my eyes?” he spat out before quickly spinning away from you.

You laughed out loud. Did he think you weren’t as observant as he clearly was?

Big mistake.

“Brown,” you answered simply. “Wam brown like maple syrup.”

You watched his shoulders tense up as he slowly turned around to look at you. “…Ok, I admit it. That was a lame question,” he chuckled.

You didn’t let him chuckle long: it was revenge time. You thumbed over his left nipple and he shut his mouth in a gasp, the smile leaving his face. You could almost hear him thinking “Oh, shit.”

“Right here,” you whispered, leaning closer to him. You could see him twitch, wanting to lean back a little- save himself some face. But he adjusted. “This part of you is mine.”

Before he could register it, you wrapped your hand gently against the side of his neck and pursed your lips around his nipple, instantly earning a shudder and a little hiss out of him. You smiled shamelessly, nipping gently before flicking your tongue over the hardened peak of skin. You instantly felt him trembling: apparently, you had a gift for immediately finding his weak spots.

“Oh come on,” he groaned, but he pushed his chest out further for you, tangling his hands in your hair. You let him, this time.

You kissed circles around his sensitive nipple; light, teasing ones that left goosebumps draped all over him. He started panting gently, rubbing your scalp in circles with his palm. You were loving the power you suddenly had over him- that he had over you -and you wanted more. Resisting the overwhelming urge to grab his dick under the warm water, you continued your attack on him for a few moments more before leaving a final, slow lick.

The tops of his cheeks were flushed and he stared at you with his mouth slightly open, breathing hard. “Can you read my mind or something?” he stuttered.

You chuckled. “What do you mean?”

He swallowed hard and repositioned himself. “It’s like you know just where to touch me.”

You grinned. “Likewise.”

His cheeks grew even pinker at that and he looked to his side shyly for a moment before returning your smile with his own. “Glad to hear it. Your turn.”

You blew a raspberry between your lips. Half of you wanted to give him an easy one, but the other half was still in competition mode. You settled for an in-between one.

“What’s my name?” you asked softly.

He didn’t hesitate before responding. “Easy.”

He said your name, and the way he said it- softly, but with a slight purr -made your spine start to tickle. Aw, shit. You hadn’t expected him to remember it that easily, especially because you couldn’t remember ever formally introducing yourselves.

You swallowed. “Ok, maybe that was my dumb question.”He was grinning like a bobcat, and before you could say anything, he stood up and lifted you out of the spring, perching you on the edge. You widened your eyes in shock, fully exposed to him, now. You almost wanted to cover yourself, but the way he kept trailing those eyes up and down your body was too mesmerizing. He reached out his warm hand and placed it at the side of your knee, and you were trembling instantly.

“This leg,” he announced.

“Hey!” you protested. “You said it has to be above the waist!”

He smirked. “I lied.”

Before you could protest again, he held your leg and started running kisses up from your ankle all the way to your inner thigh, pulling shuddering whimpers out of you. “That’s not fair!”

He didn’t say anything, but you felt his smirk on your skin, and soon his kisses grew deeper and faster, sending waves of pleasure and heat up your body. Those lips were lethal, and he certainly knew how to use them. You couldn’t fathom where all of his shyness came from: clearly, he took whatever he wanted, and he put all of himself into claiming you.

You couldn’t help the sharp little gasps coming out of your throat: he’d earned them. Every time he kissed back up your thigh, he grew closer and closer to your swollen pussy, and you could feel his exhales like butterfly kisses: your body writhed in reflex, but not enough to pull yourself out of his grasp.

He paused and looked up at you, eyes now traceless of the shy man he had shown you: they were hungry, almost predatory. He kept his hand on your leg and leaned his cheek against the side of your knee, breathing hard and boring holes into your stare with his own.

Breathlessly, you managed to whimper, “Your question.”

That mischievous smile returned to his swollen mouth. “What’s my name?” He breathed.

Before you could even get nervous, it suddenly popped into your head.

“Taehyung.”

He grinned wider, moving to place his long hands on either side of your ass, pulling you down and folding your legs over his shoulders.

“Remember it,” he growled.

You blinked at him, chest heaving. “What, are you giving in?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Fuck yes,” he exhaled, diving his face between your legs and immediately sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your hands grabbed his hair in fists as if they had a mind of their own, and you laid yourself out for him, steam crawling off of your body and the stone just warm enough against your back as your arched into his wet mouth.

His tongue moved in waves of pressure against you, hard and soft, tasting hungrily. He moaned a little, and the vibration rippled deliciously through your whole body, blooming outward from his consistent movements. You were reaching your climax fast, and he seemed to be entirely aware of it, gripping your hips harder, not easing up in the slightest. You couldn’t even remember that you were in a public place that probably had a bit of an echo: your whole mind was overcome with pleasure from his hot, dedicated mouth. You could only moan helplessly as the knot between your legs grew tighter. You wanted to beg him for your orgasm, but you couldn’t speak.

Your hips twitched, moving to meet the rhythm of his tongue as he lapped at you, and he groaned as you pulled tighter on his hair, gasping. It only took a few more bucks of your hips before pleasure exploded from your pussy to the top of your head, mouth gaping open helplessly. His name came out of your throat readily, and he worked his tongue through your orgasm, gently releasing his grip on your hips as your heartbeat tried to regather itself. You were still dizzy with release as he hoisted himself up, holding himself above you, your legs dangling into the warm water. Eyes on fire, he held your face in his large hands and looked hard at you. “Good girl,” he whispered just above your lips, and you closed the distance between your mouths.

It was like an electric shock, but pleasurable: he immediately leaned into the kiss, wrapping his warm arms around your waist as much as he could, pressing his hard body to you. Your stomachs kissed as you enveloped each other, your head still reeling: his skin on yours met a need you didn’t even know you had.

Within moments you were enthralled in needy, deep kisses. He dipped his tongue into your mouth, humming with pleasure, and you could barely breathe: you gasped between kisses, moving your body against him. You could feel how hard he was- how smooth and defined, and ready for you. Your lips parted and met in fluid sweetness: you could almost taste honey on his tongue.

He broke the kiss to roll over and get to his feet, pulling you up. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, grasping his lips in another kiss as he stumbled over to one of the pool beds. You fell against it in an “oof!” and smiled at one another before wrapping yourselves in each other all over again. Your hips seemed to move on their own, the hot softness of his cock rubbing against you in perfect synch.

You pushed his shoulders back and turned the both of you over so you were straddling him, leaning back to take him in. “I want to look at you,” you breathed, scanning your eyes over his long torso and soft stomach.

You had never seen anything so beautiful. You couldn’t help yourself: you wanted to devour him and be devoured; wanted him weak for you the way he made you weak for him.

Your stomach exploded into pleasant flutters as you draped yourself over him, greedily kissing and sucking along his long neck and making your way down the center of his chest. His breath hitched as you hovered your lips above his erection, and you wrapped your hand around him before taking him into your mouth with a greedy hum.

That moan you had been waiting for finally let loose in his throat, deep and visceral, and he arched his back, bucking his sharp hips upward. Just the sound alone had you crazy, and you sucked him as deep into your mouth as you could, following your movements with your hand.

He whimpered like he’d never had a blowjob in his life, tenderly holding onto your head and moving you up and down. He tasted so soft and perfect: you wanted to keep pulling those gorgeous noises out of him until he begged you to stop.

You hadn’t been going long before he pulled your head up, eyes staring hard at you.

“I want you,” he breathed, his pretty chest moving up and down in deep breaths. “Right now.”

He snaked his hand over your throat, gripping just enough, before flipping the both of you over again and capturing your lips with his. He gently squeezed at your neck as he used his free hand to move your legs further apart, positioning his dick right at your entrance. You felt like you were going crazy: you swore you could feel the heat in his blood as he rubbed the head of his cock against your swelling clit before finally dipping his hips in elegant sharpness to push himself into you.

You cried out: you’d never been so turned on in your life, and as he slowly thrust deeper and deeper inside of you, you thanked whatever God there was that his asshole friends had sent him reeling into this hot spring.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he grunted. You could feel his strong thighs tremble as he started picking up his pace, kissing at your collar bone, holding tight onto you in perfect control. His free hand went to grip the side of your ass, manipulating your movements, and you let him bend you to his pleasure, overwhelmed with the fullness of him.

“You feel so perfect,” he moaned breathlessly against your open lips.

You soon met each other’s rhythm, your hips falling perfectly into place, and at that point, nothing else existed except the feeling of him fucking into you desperately.

He started to moan louder and deeper and you couldn’t help the quick little whimpers pouring out of your mouth at every thrust. The combination of his needy groans and the speed of his movements was bringing you desperately close to climax, and you wished you could slow time down and bathe in that pleasure forever.

You were soon outright whimpering into his ear, feeling your pussy suck around him, and he buried his face into your neck as he picked up the pace even further. Your consciousness completely left you as you allowed yourself to indulge in the growing orgasm, and before you knew it, you were calling his name again, powerful waves of pulsing pleasure rocking you into climax as your hips shuddered and twitched against each other. He cried out as he met his own release, holding onto you tightly, hot breath spreading steam out over your neck.

You lay like that, tangled into each other, until he slowly pulled out with a wince, moving his arms to wrap around you again. He panted against your chest before laying down gentle kisses: you could feel him still trembling, and you clung to his hot skin, kissing his temple.

A few moments passed, his body still draped over you, the steam from the hot spring and the heat from your skin keeping you both warm.

He suddenly started chuckling, and you let out a giggle as well.

“How about you stay in my room tonight?” he breathed, hugging you tightly to him.

You smiled, returning his hug.

“Only if we can play again.”

He lifted his head to look at you, smirking that boyish smile.

“Deal.”

️-this was my first smut, please forgive me if it sucks ><

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