#oh also i have to Make The Fucking Door Hardware

[tilapiamafia]

havent posted any metal in a while have some metal

in order

1 - hair clip prototype based on 18th century pipe tongs that i am spending Way Too Long On Filing Holy Shit

2 - Ring!

3 - Ring !

4 - attempt at reproducing an element on Cyril Colniks masterpiece. I didnt quite get it right but still neat.

5 - pendant and broach pin! my first pieces of jewelry

6 - wonky flower(?) sculpture i started when we didn’t have the right metal to do my damn classwork. still gotta finish it up.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #47 - Quiet]

"When you and Jungkook have to be quiet because you are at his parents' house."

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: toothrotting fluff, so much domestic loveliness, they're so married y'all, they're so annoying <3, sharing of his small childhood bed, a very mild fight about how little space they have (it's more marital bickering), naked cuddling, Koo gets horny from it, switch!Kook, switch!reader, he is so hot besties, like he such a safe Dom omfg, also a total cutie once he gets subby, good girl kink, good boy kink, having to stay quiet, making out, needy touches, nipple & breast sucking, nipple play, finger sucking, gentle choking (m.receiving), Koo has sensitive nipples, hair pulling, oral (f.receiving), pussy fingering, tiny spit kink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he treats her so well after making her cum with his mouth, the smallest strength kink, cowgirl position where he is sitting, loving dirty talk, he cries cause he loves her so much!, he keeps that he loves her as she rides him <3, creampies, some cute lil mess ups during sex <3, sweet aftercare, this is so wholesome and hot and cute, they're in love :(

Wordcount: 9.2k

a/n: this is inspired by anonie's idea 🧡 i'm so fucking obsessed with this couple and most importantly, with this Kook. you guys have no idea how much FUN i always have when i write for them :8 he is such a cutie and i need my future husband to be like him istfg have fun besties ily 🧡

You and Jungkook normally book a hotel room close by when you visit his parents. It is easier and more comfortable that way. However, this time around, the visit was quite spontaneous and your go-to-hotel was fully booked. 

“No worries, you can stay with us”, his father assured you on the phone before calling over his wife to talk as well.

“Just tell us what you’ll eat for breakfast and I’ll pop right down to the store to get it”, she instantly said and then proceeded to ask if you and Jungkook were eating enough (you assured her that you were).

And so you agreed. Just a little shy about it, you agreed.

Jungkook’s childhood home was small yet homely. It was located at the border of where country life meets suburban life. A grocery store, drugstore and hardware store were close by, as well as the hotel you always stay at. The roads were well taken care of, but were never busy enough to be of annoyance volume-wise. The neighbours were also very nice and welcoming. The house had a good garden surrounding it and a shed his father uses as his man cave where he always works on his cars and bikes. There was only one floor and Jungkook’s bedroom was closest to the bathroom and office. His parents’ bedroom was on the opposite side of the hallway two doors down. 

They welcomed you with loud voices and happy smiles, taking their son into their arms as tightly as they could. 

They weren’t good parents when he was young, but you can see that they are really trying these days. You like that. He might not have had parents in his childhood, but at least in his adulthood he can.

They even sat down with him and apologised, which not many parents ever do. You know that it meant the world to Jungkook even if he always pretended that he didn't need his parents. Deep down, everyone needs their parents. So to know that your Jungkookie could hear the apology he needed and witness their growth really means the world to you. He deserves it, your love.

Like always, his mother drags you inside for food after hugging you as well. She chats and babbles excitedly, holding you and Jungkook by your arms. She is walking with a skip in her steps, looking oh so happy to have you with them. His father follows with the suitcases.

You left Bam with your parents for the weekend because the drive would have been too long for him. He will be happy and well taken care of, so you don’t worry too much. 

Not that this stops his parents from asking for all the updates and pictures. For the majority of dinner, you have to tell them everything about Bam with pictures included of course. It meant a lot to you because Bam feels like your baby to you. 

One thing you really like about his parents (and yours) is how they never pressured you to have children. They asked of course and tried to change your minds a few times, but when they finally realised that you and Jungkook truly don’t want to have children, they accepted it without any sort of retaliation. These days, they treat Bam like their grandson, cooing about your little fur baby as if it was your real son. 

The hours after dinner are spent taking walks in the nearby forest and exchanging life stories and laughter. After the walk, Jungkook’s dad kidnaps him to the shed so they could tinker on bikes together, while his mother asks if you wanted to knit. You agreed and so you sat on the back porch in your rocking chairs as you each knitted something for your husbands. 

The sun has already set when Jungkook and his dad join you as well. 

“What are you making?” Jungkook asks, caressing the crown of your head.

“I don’t know. I tried making a bunny, but it looks like roadkill. It’s supposed to be for you, but it’s ugly. Sorry.”

Jungkook laughs, leaning down to peck your cheek.

“It’s not ugly. It’s unique. Thank you, my love”, he says and looks at his mom, “what are you making, eomma?” 

“Just a scarf for appa. He is always cold in winter.” 

“I am. It’s because winter is cold.” 

She laughs. He grins. 

He looks a little like Jungkook when he grins like that. It kind of makes sense that Jungkook is always trying to make you laugh. He must have learned from his father, because that man constantly tries to crack jokes to get his wife to laugh. It works most of the times. 

“Oh jagi, you are too silly”, she says and stands up, “is it time for the bath already?” 

“It is. Do you want wine?” 

“Yes, that would be wonderful.”

They are conversing as they leave for inside. Apparently his parents share baths most nights. 

Jungkook sits down on his mother’s rocking chair, running his eyes over the view. 

“Did you have a good time with your dad?”

“Yeah. I did.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Did you have a good time with eomma too?” 

Jungkook grew up bilingual. So he told you very early in your relationship and that he is fluent in both languages, just as his parents are. When Jungkook is alone with his parents, he speaks Korean with them. When you are with them as well, they switch into your shared language so you wouldn’t feel left out. Small phrases and words still transcend languages however. You think that it is wonderful. 

“I did have fun yeah. Except for my roadkill bunny.”

Jungkook laughs, “it doesn’t even look that bad. I don’t know what you’re on about.” 

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know, knitting’s hard.” 

“Yeah, I never figured it out. Stuff’s too complicated”, Jungkook says and sighs deeply, sinking deeper into the chair, “yeah, that’s the good life. Crickets, a chilly night, the smell of hay and my beautiful wifey by my side.” 

“You’re so sweet.” 

“Mhm”, he hums, “wanna have a beer?” 

“No thank you. I’m not in the mood for alcohol.”

“Okay, yeah I’m not taking one either then.”

“You can if you want to. I’m not stopping you.”

“No, no I’m good. I only would have taken one if you did. But it’s good, I’ve got everything I need right now”, he says and stretches his legs out.

You and Jungkook stay outside until it is time to say goodnight. His parents are in their bedroom watching telly when you and Jungkook officially go back inside.

Jungkook knocks on their doorframe. 

They look at him and you standing in the door.

“Yes?” 

“We’re gonna go to sleep now. Good night, eomma and appa”, Jungkook says.

“Good night, my son”, his father says.

“Sleep tight, my boy”, his mother says, “and you too, my daughter.”

“Thank you, sleep tight eomma and appa”, you say to which his father tells you to have a good night.

“I’m closing your door already, yeah?” Jungkook says.

“Thank you.”

The door closes with a soft click. Jungkook looks at you and smiles, placing his arm around your waist so he can pull you in for a temple kiss. 

“It means a lot that you call them like this.”

“You’re sweet, my love”, you say and lean into him.

“I’m serious. I don’t have a lot of connection to my parents’ heritage, but it’s the little stuff like calling them eomma and appa or sharing traditional food which means a lot to me. I feel really loved by you when you participate as well.”

You smile, stealing a kiss.

“I love you, you know?” 

“I love you too”, Jungkook says and kisses your cheek, “also, I’m calling dips on the bathroom. Bye”, he says quickly and runs off. 

“Hey, not cool. I wasn’t ready”, you call after him, but he merely snickers and disappears in the bathroom. 

You wait in the living room for him to finish, watching some random show on the telly. It’s a stupid show, but still entertaining. You even find yourself snickering at some parts. 

“Sweetie, the bathroom’s free now”, Jungkook announces himself once he finished his night routine. He is currently walking to the water dispenser on the kitchen counter for a glass of water. 

“Nice. Finally”, you say, turning off the show to hurry to the bathroom as well.

He left the door closed so you would have it toasty. He really loves you, doesn’t he? He hates leaving the door closed because of potential mould, but for you he did. You would marry this man again and again if it was legally possible.

He isn’t in the living room once you finish your night routine and his closed bedroom door lets you know that he is already cozied up there.

After getting yourself a glass of water as well, you go to the bedroom.

You close the door and lock it. Jungkook is looking at you over the brim of his glasses, cocking his brow up in question.

“I feel better like this. At least we have a little bit of privacy this way”, you explain. 

He nods in acknowledgement and looks back into his phone. 

You love how the bedside lamp illuminates his features. He is such a beautiful person. 

“You’re so handsome, my sweetheart”, you tell him, watching in delight as his face lights up.

“Thanks yeah”, he murmurs, wiggling his feet under the blanket. 

Now feeling good, you make your way to his childhood bed. This weekend is going to be very interesting. Because it is a bed once meant to house a small preteen Jungkook, it is sized accordingly. It is going to be very interesting to share it now that you were both grown adults. You can already feel all his sleep flinching and your sleep twitches annoying the shit out of the other. 

You climb over Jungkook. He lifts his arms and watches you with confusion as you scramble over his lap. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I want the wall side”, you say and grunt as you try to wiggle yourself into the small gap.

Jungkook scoots over a little. Groggily if one may add that little fact.

“Yeah sure, so you can kick me out of bed in your sleep”, he complains.

“I’m not gonna kick you out. I’m a plank once I sleep, you know that.” 

“No you’re not. You twitch and kick your feet.”

“Only sometimes.”

“Still. Hey, stop that. You already have enough space. I only have a third left now. That’s unfair.” 

“Lies. We’re equal”, you throw back and flip to your side so you are facing him. Your back is squished against the wall. It feels cold even through your pyjamas. You don’t mind because his room is very hot and his blanket very thick. 

“Tch, whatever”, Jungkook murmurs and looks back into his phone. He looks a little annoyed, but won’t act on it. 

But because you were feeling like a little shit, you want to annoy him more. You poke your finger into his side.

He writhes away, pressing out a quiet “stop that.”

You do it again.

“Stop”, he whines loudly.

One last time.

Jungkook drops the phone in the blanket and looks at you.

“Stop it”, his voice is raised in pitch, his lips pouty, “it hurts, don’t do that.”

“It hurts, really?” you snicker.

“Yeah, it’s uncomfy”, he mumbles, rubbing the spot you poked.

One more time. 

“Stop it”, he grabs your wrist gently, “why are you being so annoying? Stop it.” 

You break into giggles, gazing up at him.

“No, don’t laugh. You’re not funny right now.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry. You looked pokeable.”

“I’m gonna poke you if you do it again”, he murmurs and picks up his phone. 

You touch his waist.

“___”, he whines, sagging his shoulders in defeat.

“I wasn’t tryna to do something. I just wanted to caress you”, you whine as well and rub his side softly, “like this.” 

“Yeah good. Don’t do the other thing again”, he says and relaxes. 

You won’t do it again. Being an annoying little shit is only this fun before it turns into being a bad spouse. You don’t want him to lose trust in you or feel uncomfortable. So you keep rubbing his side as he scrolls on his phone. Soon, you also incorporate his stomach, drawing little circles with your palm and fingertips. 

“What are you looking at?” you ask him. 

Jungkook flips the phone so you could see it.

“Just funny videos. That one’s not funny, but look at that”, he switches to his likes and shows you a video of two cats fighting. There are speech bubbles appearing on screen as if the cats were talking to each other. They contain silly and funny one liners which are exactly Jungkook’s humour.

He is snickering and laughing as he shows you the video, pointing out the funniest parts by going “and now look at this” before following it up with a laugh. 

You have to laugh right with him. Soon you find yourself resting your head on his chest with his arm around you and his fingers scratching your scalp mindlessly as you both look into his phone to watch funny videos. He shows you his likes and together you snicker, laugh at silly stuff or gush over talented people. 

You share quality time like this until you both are starting to get sleepy.��

“I think I’m gonna pass out now”, you tell him, kissing his chest, “sleep tight, baby.”

“I’m gonna pass out too. The drive really fucked with me”, Jungkook says and places his phone and glasses on the bedside table. He turns off the lamp, then rolls to his side so he could spoon you. 

You snuggle back into him, intertwining hands with him. 

“It was really exhausting”, you agree, “this is nice by the way. Really snuggly.”

“Mhm yeah, so snuggly”, Jungkook agrees. 

This is however, when the interesting part starts to happen. The cuddling is so nice and romantic at first. To be so close and cuddle is wonderful, but then your bodies begin heating up to uncomfortable levels and you can’t do your routine of breaking apart for sleep and the cuddling becomes one annoying thing. Bickering begins. You tell him to move back, while he insists that you could scoot closer to the wall. Jungkook is annoyed about his ass feeling the edge of the mattress and you are annoyed about his hot body boiling yours. Your knees are also hurting in the current position and you can’t move them because there is no space. 

“I wanna move. Can you scoot back?” you ask him. 

“I can’t, my love. I told you already. I’m literally hanging off the edge already”, Jungkook answers you with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Let’s just-”, you wiggle until Jungkook has no choice but to scoot back, “do that. That’s better.” 

“No it’s not. I have no space on here”, Jungkook says and scoots closer. His nose is all up in the nape of your neck this way. He is burning you alive. He is so hot, it’s insane. 

“God Kook, you’re literally breathing into my fucking spine. Can you not?” you hiss just a little snappishly.

“Excuse me? I need to breathe. You’re all in my face with your stupid pyjama collar. What should I say?” he throws back and flips it with his fingers 

“Hey, don’t touch it.” 

“Oh my god, I’m not even doing anything”, he says and moves just a little which ends in you accidentally knocking into the wall.

“Kook, stop that.”

“What did I do now?”

“You kicked me into the wall.”

“You wanted the wall side. I’m literally just moving, oh my god, I didn’t kick you.”

“Yeah you did. You went like this.”

“Hey, don’t kick me”, he says and pokes your side.

“Hey! Stop that”, you flip onto your side instantly, facing him this way.

Your breaths intermingle. Your noses brush against the other, ripping both of you back to reality enough that you just kind of freeze. The silence exists while you and Jungkook stare at where the other is hidden in darkness. 

Suddenly you feel his sigh on your face.

“What are we doing? Why are we fighting?” he asks in a soft spoken voice. 

“I don’t know”, you speak softly as well, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. Let’s not fight anymore.”

“Yeah, let’s not fight”, you say and touch his chest, “sorry again.”

“Sorry too.” 

“I think I’m so irritated because it’s so hot, I’m literally dying.”

“Same. Fuck, the blanket’s grilling me and my clothes are the devil”, he says and sits up to undress.

“Are you getting naked?” 

“Yeah, I can’t do clothes. Seriously.”

“Actually, that’s a good idea. I’m stealing it”, you say and sit up to get naked as well. 

You and he throw your clothes onto the floor, getting under the blanket again once naked.

“I’m keeping my ass out tough”, Jungkook says 

“Really? Aren’t you scared that something’s gonna poke your hole?”

“Why would something poke my hole randomly?” he is snickering.

“I don’t know. You never know, sleep paralysis demons maybe.”

“I’m sure the demon is hot, so they can poke my hole if they want to.”

You slap his chest softly. 

“That’s not funny.”

“Why not?” he is snickering.

“Cause I don’t want you fucking demons.”

“Not even if you could watch? Imagine waking up to me getting railed by a sexy, hot demon.”

“You’re not funny”, you murmur and huff out air.

“Are you jealous?” 

“Yes.”

“Aww sweetie, don’t be. It’s just my sleep paralysis demon.”

“God, I regret this stupid joke. Whatever, good night I guess”, you say and turn your back to him.

Jungkook touches your waist instantly, whispering your name.

“What?” 

“Don’t be jealous. You’re the only one I want poking my hole.” 

You snort. He chuckles.

“Yeah good, whatever I guess.”

Jungkook trails soft kisses up your spine until he can kiss your shoulder. His arm is over your waist again.

“You know that you’re the only one, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Yeah, I do. Still, thank you for saying that”, you say. 

Now reassured that you aren’t feeling insecure anymore, Jungkook relaxes into the pillow. His chest is pressed into your back, your butt is snug with his crotch. 

“Can you feel my dick like this?”

“I can yeah.”

“Okay, good to know.”

You chuckle, “you’re a goof.” 

Silence overcomes you and him afterwards. Sharing the small bed doesn’t feel awful anymore. Truly, getting naked took a lot of that heat away. Quite frankly, now you are glad that he is keeping you warm because the room finally feels chilly. 

You could fall asleep like this and you probably would have if Jungkook hadn’t called your attention again.

“___?”

“Mhm?” 

“Are you still awake?” 

“Yeah, I guess. It’s only been a few.”

“Right yeah. Hey uhm”, he dances his hand over your waist and hip. You know exactly what this touch means, “I’m a little horny.”

“I know, your touch says enough.”

He kneads your thigh.

“Yeah well, you’re naked and soft, so yeah.”

“And we’re in the smallest bed ever.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Quiet too?” 

Jungkook doesn’t have an answer instantly and so you flip to your other side so you were facing him. You run your fingers up and down his pecs, drawing circles around his pierced nipples.

He shivers and shudders like crazy, sighing the softest moan.

“Mhm? Are you gonna manage to be quiet?” you stress.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because I know you. You’re a whiny baby when my wet, soft pussy fucks your cock just right.”

“___, jesus fuck”, he gets out and squirms, pressing his legs together, “don’t say that, I’m gonna leak on the sheets.”

You chuckle, “I’m just stating the obvious. You’re not gonna be able to be quiet. Sorry Kookie, but because of this I can’t give you what you want.”

You flip to your other side, grinning to yourself when Jungkook grabs your hip desperately. 

“___ baby…please”, he begs in a breathy voice and his thumb drawing swirls on your skin.   

If you were being honest, you had been feeling a little horny yourself before Jungkook confessed. You are very down to mingle, but getting him to beg some more is way too much fun not to do it. He is so delicious when he is desperate. 

“Sorry, the risk is too high.”

Jungkook lets out a dramatic little sob, following it up with a whiney “pleaseee” and his cheek rubbing against your shoulder. He is such a cutie. 

“You can’t sway me. My decision is final”, you coo, grinning to yourself. 

“Please, baby. I’ll be so, so quiet”, he pleads and begins kissing your neck. 

It tingles, sending electricity to your core. You press into him, parting your lips in a silent gasp. 

“Please baby, please I’ll be quiet”, Jungkook begs between kisses, upping the game by cradling your right breast in his strong hand. He kneads and massages it gently, rubbing his thumb over your nipple every chance he gets. 

“Behave, Kook”, you sigh. 

Jungkook purrs quietly, flicking his tongue over the piercings on your ear. He makes sure that it brushes your skin as well so you could feel the tongue he could put to good use. 

“Please? I’ve been such a good boy today.”

A fond smile curls your lips.

“Have you?” 

“Yeah, so good. Such a good boy. I filled up the gas for you when you went to pee, remember?” 

“Mhm, I do remember.”

“And I let you squeeze my butt at the red light.” 

“You did let me, yeah.”

“I was a good boy, please”, he begs and gives your nipple an especially good massage, “please can I have a reward, please?” 

“Fine, fuck you’re too good”, you give up because you can’t deny him when he is hitting you with The Good Boy. He is too powerful and the goodest boy. You couldn’t possibly deny him.

“Thank you, god I’m gonna fuck you so good”, Jungkook says and rolls you to your back as best as the small bed allows. 

His tits are pressing into your arm like this. Fuck, they are so huge. All this working out he is doing really pays off because his tits are gorgeous. 

Jungkook pecks your lips before paying attention to your jawline instead. He runs his tattooed hand all over your torso and legs, reminding your skin why his touch will always be the best. 

You enjoy the attention with closed eyes and your fingers feeling up his tits as best as possible. So squishy and soft when relaxed, but so hard and strong when flexed. Fuck, he could smother you with them and you would thank him. 

“You really want this, don’t you? I’m not forcing you?” he makes sure in a whisper and his gentle fingers caressing your waist.

“Yes Kook, I want this. Just wanted to make you work for it.”

“Wah baby, so mean” he gasps.

You snicker.

“No, don’t laugh. Do you have any idea how awful blue balls are? I was fighting for my life and you were just being a tease? Wah so mean.”

You giggle, hooking your fingers behind his neck.

“I wasn’t being mean.”

“Yeah, you were. God, come here you”, he says and begins nibbling on your jawline, “I’ll eat you up, you tease.” 

You laugh and squeak, scrunching your face in happiness. It tickles, but in a good way. A tingly way. 

Jungkook hums, smiling against your skin. He loves hearing you laugh. 

“Such a tease. My baby’s such a fucking tease”, he purrs, moving his lips to the most sensitive part of your neck while his tattooed, strong hand feels up your waist and hips. 

You sigh, melting in his hands. You are still hot, but it feels nice. He is getting you all heated up and bothered. You love being like this because of him, breathing heavier because it is so exciting. 

“Mhm? You’re a fucking tease. Making me beg and driving me crazy that way. Fuck”, he moans softly, squeezing your thigh. He slides his hand to your inner thigh afterwards, sending electricity through your veins. 

You open your legs further, feeling heat pool where you need him most. 

“I’m gonna eat you up”, he rasps and takes your earlobe between his teeth to tug on it gently.

“Kook, fuck”, you get out breathily, arching your back. 

“And out”, he whispers, “get it? Gonna eat you up and out.”

“That’s not funny”, you whine, but laugh.

“Yeah it is, you’re laughing”, he snickers.

“Cause you’re silly, you goof.”

He smiles and kisses your cheek, pressing himself closer until his semi hard cock rubs against the side of your leg. He humps it slowly, feeling up your inner thighs with more vigor. 

“I need you so bad, babygirl. I need you so fucking bad.” 

“Take me. Please”, you beg in a sigh, feeling excitement leak out of you. You are aching. You need him to act soon or else you are going to be the one not staying quiet. 

Jungkook presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers a needy curse, before finally breaking away from you to disappear under the blanket.

You feel him grab your hips and fix your position, opening your legs willingly. His head is hidden under the blanket, his strong hands hold your hips. His lips kiss down your inner thighs.

“My babygirl, my fucking queen, my everything”, he whispers and finally, fucking finally, you feel his wet, hot tongue against your pussy.

“Kook”, you get out at a normal volume before you remember where you are, “shit, sorry.” 

“Ssh quiet, baby”, he is teasing, smiling against you, “you gotta be quiet.”

“Fuck…” you croak and throw your arm over your eyes, “ah, fuck. God, Kook.”

Jungkook chuckles, burying his mouth back in your pussy again to lap up the sweetness you offer him gladly. He purrs and hums, making it even harder for you to stay quiet. 

But this is his plan. You want to tease him for being loud? You dare to call him a whiny baby? He is going to show you how easily he can make you struggle with your volume. The only whiney baby is going to be you and he is going to fucking make you shake on his tongue. 

“You’ve got the best pussy”, he says and slurps deliciously, “the fucking best. You’re so sweet, so fucking sweet”, he adds between his hungry slurping. He rests two of his fingers against your pussy, wetting them with eager licks as he worships your clit. Once his digits are wet and slickened, he pushes them inside, forcing shakes through your legs. 

“Hmhmn”, you let out, trying so so hard to keep your mouth shut. It’s difficult. His fingers are your ruin.

He has the longest fingers ever. You always forget how long they are until you have them inside you to his knuckles with your body feeling as if it is being consumed by electric flames. 

“Kook”, you croak, arching your back as your fingers close around a bundle of his hair. 

Jungkook purrs against you, flicking his tongue over your clit messily while his long digits fuck your puffy hole. Your walls are throbbing around him, your g-spot is swelling more and more. Jungkook fucks it out of hiding with how good he fingers your pretty pussy. Good. That’s what he wants. He needs you blissed out.

“Like it? You’re shaking”, he lulls against your clit, licking her eagerly afterwards.

“Like it”, you mewl, wiggling on the sheets before deciding to arch your back again.

“Mhhhm baby”, he lets you really feel his purr, taking your clit between his lips to give her a good, long suck. And as he sucks on your bundle of nerves, he drags his slickened tongue over it in languid, long strokes. He is making the slowest love to your clit, while his long fingers fuck your pussy as if anger motivated them. 

The contrast is sending you into a frenzy. Out of all the places he could pick to give you the hottest head ever, he chooses his childhood bed. Where you can’t be loud, where you can’t chant his name and where the biggest torture is how you have to hold back. He is driving you fucking mad. 

You mewl and keen, sounding so obviously pained by how quiet you have to be. 

Jungkook breaks away from your clit with a nasty slurp, reappearing from the blanket as he sits up just a little. He has a plan and he needs to sit for it. He turns his hand palm-way up and begins drilling his digits into you quickly, keeping his fingers curled so they would stroke your sensitive spot every single fucking pump. 

“Koo-” you throw your hand over your mouth, whimpering into it loudly as your legs shake out of control.

Your pussy sounds so wet. The fuck is so rough in the best way. 

“That’s good, isn’t it?” he taunts, staring into the darkness with blown out pupils. He can feel you shake and squirm. He just knows you are covering your own mouth. 

“Mhh mhmh ngmh.” 

“Yeah it’s good. Keep staying quiet, baby”, he teases and spits on your pussy. He slips his other hand to it so he could rub your clit with his spit as sinful lube. Quick and skilled. The shakes course through your entire body, he has you fucking burning up.

“Mhm! Ahmgm!” you scream with a closed mouth, arching off the mattress so aggressively his entire bed croaks in protest. 

You drop in embarrassment, dragging your hand from your mouth.

“Please stop”, you beg squeakily, grasping his wrist to try and stop him. You can’t, destined to tremble uncontrollably as he ruins you with just his fingers.

“Hurts?” 

“No, too hard…stay…quiet pl-please.”

“Who’s the whiny baby now, mhm?” 

Your mind scrambles, your legs shake. Fuck, you’re leaking like a fucking faucet on his fingers. He is so mean. It’s getting you off so well. 

“You’re so mean”, you mewl and throw your hand over your mouth again to muffle your needy moans. 

“The fucking meanest”, Jungkook hisses and lowers his head to your pussy to lick your clit as quickly as his skilled tongue can go. He keeps you spread apart with his fingers so he can reach the best parts. All while he still drills your pussy as if she had a debt to pay. 

You grab his hair and twist. Jungkook growls from the tug, furrowing his brows. 

“Koo-” is all you get out and then you have to press your hand to your mouth. No more arm over your eyes, you need to silence yourself because Jungkook is making you climax as if you never climaxed before and you could fucking scream.

Jungkook moans into your pussy, keeping his fingers deep inside and moving as you cum all over his pretty face. He had a feeling that your hair grab meant he is making you lose control. Now that it’s his sweet reality, he is hellbent on making it the best fucking experience of your life. That most difficult one as well because he knows for a fact that you want to scream his name, but can’t. 

He is so painfully hard because of it. His pretty, perfect wife mewling so painfully tortured just because she can’t scream his name. Jungkook wants to change your life with this orgasm. Holy fuck, he is so into you.

“Stop please”, you soon beg, tugging at his hair in a way that lets him know you’ve had enough. 

Jungkook breaks away from your well fucked pussy, kissing his way up your torso. He makes sure to worship every inch of it, using his hands to give you soothing touches. That he spreads your mess this way, neither of you care about. 

He finds his home between your legs naturally. The leaky tip of his hard cock rubs over your pussy and lower tummy, but isn’t of importance for now. 

Jungkook lingers on your chest a little longer, massaging and kissing your breasts with soft moans at the back of his throat. He sucks and licks your nipples, while between your legs his cock is twitching oh so needily against your tummy.

Jungkook only moves on to worshiping your neck once your nipples are pulsating in sensitivity. 

“My good girl”, he whispers, following it up with kisses on each side of your neck. Even your throat he worships, going especially gentle because he knows it’s a vulnerable spot for you. 

“Koo”, you sigh, following it up with an exhausted huff of air. 

He kisses his way up to your face, adoring every inch of it while his fingers run along your hairline and ears. 

“My good, pretty girl”, he whispers sweetly, “how was that, babygirl?”

“Good”, you lull, melting in his safe hands.

“That’s good to hear”, he kisses your heated cheek.

“You were mean.”

He smiles against you, “I was?”

You nod your head, “I wanted to be quiet but you acted like that.”

Jungkook chuckles and kisses your lips mid-smile. He tugs on your lower lip gently, still smiling like a lovedrunk puppy. 

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“Yeah, you did. You acted like that on purpose.”

“Mhm”, another slow, obsessed kiss followed with a suck on your lower lip, “had a point to prove.” 

“Koo, you’re mean.”

“Mhm yeah”, he agrees and tongue kisses you slowly as his fingers caress your temples. He breaks the kiss with his tongue tracing your lips, “I love your pussy so much. You got me obsessed, babygirl.”

“Mhm Koo…” you mewl and squirm under him happily. 

“Fuck.” 

Jungkook’s whispered curse swirls against your lips. You know its origin without needing to ask. His cock is so hard, rubbing against your stomach and your squirming made him aware of how unfucked he still is. 

“Do you want me to return the favour?” 

His cock twitches, his fingers close a little around your face.

“You wanna suck my cock?” his voice trembled as he asked, his lips nib on yours hungrily afterwards. 

“Suck your cock, lick your balls, eat your ass. You name it.”

He smiles against your lips, letting out a raspy chuckle.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me with your words one day. Fuck”, he bites your lower lip gently, “I’m fucking crazy for you. Can I just stick it in? Please?”

“Yeah, stick it in.” 

“I love you, thank you”, he says and reaches over to turn on the light.

You groan in the sudden brightness, squinting your eyes at him. His face is flushed, his pupils dilated, his dark hair messy. You feel yourself falling for him again and again.

“Is that okay for you? Wanna see my beautiful woman when I fuck her.”

“Aww Kook, you’re so sweet. Course it’s okay. Com’ere you.” 

“Okay wait, gotta go slow. The space is small”, Jungkook says and begins his grande adventure of fixing himself atop of you.

He manages after a few bumps against the wall with his elbows.

“Okay, okay I got it. Got it”, he says and places his hands on the pillow above your head. 

He meets your eyes and grins. You retort it.

“Ready?” 

You nod your head, running your hands down his torso so you could push his cock inside.

“Want you like crazy, babyboy”, you rasp.

“Babyboy?” he is stifling a laugh, tingling like crazy because you are dragging his tip through your wet folds. It feels crazy good. 

“Mh-hm, babyboy. Fits you ‘cause you’re cute.”

“I’m not cute.”

“Right. You’re so cool”, you are teasing him, stealing him of his whiney complaint by sinking his cock into you.

“Holy fuck, ___”, he drops his face into the crook of your neck and groans. Thankfully his lips are pressed to your skin because otherwise his noise would have echoed through the entire house. 

You grab his buttocks, moving his hips this way.

“Fuck, baby”, he moans, slamming his hand onto the headboard just to drag it down in desperation. Another loud groan tickles your neck, his fingers close around the crown of your head. His arms tense.

“Quiet baby, you’re being too loud”, you coo. 

“Quiet, yeah, quiet. Ah fuck, gotta be quiet urgh mhhmhm.” 

“That’s it. Gotta be quiet”, you sigh and do the unthinkable crime of sliding your fingers between his buttocks just to rub his hole. 

“Fu-”, Jungkook stops himself, sucking on your neck instead. He whimpers cutely as he does it, gripping the edge of the pillow. 

“See? Told you, someone gonna poke your hole tonight “

“Fuck, shut up just- why are you so calm? A-ah you have me ahm, ah, fucking ah oh god, can’t talk. Oh god”, he stutters and retorts to whimpering softly and panting for air. 

“You’re cute”, you snicker and sigh just for his hearing pleasure, “such a good boy too. Such a good boy” 

“Fuck, baby…”

He begins chasing you, speeding up because you’ve got him desperate. He thrusts into you harshly.

Bang! 

“Ah, ouchies my head.”

You open your eyes.

“What happened?” you gasp, sliding your hands to his hips.

“I banged my head on this stupid headboard”, he sits back on his heels and hits the headboard softly. He pouts, rubbing his aching head. He slipped out like this, but neither of you mind as his aching head is more important right now. 

“Oh god, are you okay?” you laugh, sitting up to cup his head and rub the spot he hit.

“No, I’m not. Hurts”, he mumbles, “stupid shit, ruined the entire flow. I was picking up such a good rhythm too. Stupid.”

“God, come here you”, you say and tilt his head so you could press a kiss to the sore spot, “did that help?” 

“Yeah, thanks”, he says with a little pout still present. 

You trace it with your thumb, gazing at him.

“I’ve got an idea. Switch with me real quick.”

“Okay?” 

“Trust me.” 

“I am. Okay fine, teamwork come on.”

You and he make it work. How it happened is a mystery of the universe, but you managed.

“And now?” he asks, sitting where you once sat.

“Now, lean back and relax”, you say and push at his strong chest until his back collides with the headboard.

You climb his lap and sink down on him. 

“Baby, oh god”, he croaks, looking up at you with droopy eyes. He places his hands on your hips, giving them a needy squeeze.

“There we go. Right where you’re supposed to be.”

You begin moving instantly, bouncing up and down on his cock with a swirl in your hips. Jungkook parts his lips in a silent moan, arching his back. You know that if you were in the privacy of your own home, he would be noisy as fuck right now. But the only thing noisy is your wet pussy getting stuffed with his perfect cock and his childhood bed croaking from the movement. 

“How’s that baby?” you ask him, feeling out of breath because it feels so good to ride him. His groin keeps grinding against your clit, his cock hits all the best spots.

“Fucking heaven…ah, god ah, baby don’t stop”, he sighs, parting his lips to let small moans escape. 

“It’s safer too. Can’t have my man bang his head again”, you say as you ruffle his hair with both hands.

He grins goofily, letting his head sort of droop as you completely turn him into puddy under you. 

You giggle and cradle his head against your chest, closing your eyes. He hugs you back, throbbing deep inside you. 

“You feel so good, oh god”, Jungkook moans into you, grasping you tightly.

“You too, my love…so good…you’ve got the best cock. Fucking love it so much.”

“Holy shit, please don’t stop. It’s so intense, ah god.”

“So good, baby. So good.” 

“I love you so much, oh god. Love you, lo-love you s-so much.”

“I love you too, Kookie.”

“I love you, ah ___, I love…love you.” 

“I love you too, baby. So much.” 

Jungkook is a romantic. It has always been that way and will always stay this way. He is a total, soft and proud romantic. You notice it in day to day life in the little things he does or says. And then, when the sex hits the right spot on his heart, it practically bursts out of him. It isn’t rare that your husband ends up chanting the breathiest, neediest confessions of love when you and he are connecting. Tonight seems to hit the right spot for him. He just can’t stop saying it. It spills out of him with each movement, filling your heart with so much love for him.

You hug him closer, slowing down your bounces until you are only rocking back and forth on him. 

Jungkook whimpers into your chest, lifting his head just so he can nuzzle into your neck. 

“I love you so much”, he breathes out, shuddering uncontrollably. 

“I love you too, baby.” 

“Oh god, this feels so good.” 

“Yeah, feels amazing”, you sigh, playing with his soft hair. 

You understand why it is getting to him. You are so close. Your chests are melted together, you can feel the other’s racing pulse, your skins share one warmth and your noses are filled with the other’s scent. You are so close and connected, feeling even more intertwined through the deep, slow movements of your hips.

Jungkook slides his hands under your buttocks and lifts you just enough that he can sit cross legged and deepen the connection even further. He hits his knee on the wall as he tries to change it, mumbling a low “ouch” into your shoulder.

“Did you just hit your knee?” 

“Yeah, there’s no space. Just ignore it, it’s fine”, he jokes, making you snicker just as he makes you moan because he sinks you back onto his cock.  

“Fuck, Kook.”

“Good?” 

“We’re so close, it’s insane”, you croak and press him closer, rocking your hips back and forth needily. He is grinding against your clit, it feels so good. No words can describe how good he feels. 

“I know. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, baby.” 

Jungkook cradles you in his strong arms and sobs softly against your neck. 

“I love you…”

“I love you too…”

From what you have learned, Jungkook needs you to say it back every time when he is in that headspace. No matter how often, how many variations, how loud or quiet, you need to say it back otherwise he gets so, so sad. The three most wonderful words are so, so much more important to him when he is in this headspace and they are also, quite frankly, the hottest dirty talk you could give him. No other words, no matter how nasty and dirty, could get his cock as hard and leaky as your confession of love could get him in those moments. 

And oh how hard and leaky he is. How he is throbbing and twitching and filling you up. How his legs are shaking under you. 

You lift your head from his neck to breathe, using the moment to litter his shoulder with kisses. He has such a pretty birthmark on it. You love to kiss it. He is yours, every inch of him, every birthmark and scar, every single inch of him is yours. Yours to love, to cherish, treat well and kiss. You could honestly eat him up. 

Now aware of your changed position, Jungkook lifts his head as well, meeting your eyes. He is making the biggest, sparkliest doe eyes at you, looking so so in love. 

“I love you”, he whispers shakily.

“I love you too”, you whisper back, cradling his cheeks, “mine, you’re all mine.”

“Yours, so yours” he agrees as the galaxies in his big brown eyes practically turn into countless little hearts.

“Mhm, yeah. Mine”, you sigh, swiping your palm down his cheek until you have his throat under it. You close your fingers around his neck without applying pressure. Your other hand still cradles his cheek. 

Jungkook moans. 

“Quiet, baby.”

“Sorry, oh god it’s so hard”, he whispers and parts his lips to gasp repeatedly.

“Mhhm Kook”, you purr, “mine. I love you so much, sweetheart”, you lull and apply just a little pressure. Not enough to make him dizzy, just enough to let him know you’ve got him.

Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, grasping your waist desperately. His cock twitches deep inside you, his thighs tense under you. You are seriously ruining him. You are. 

“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise, tracing his pierced lip. Not for long because then you already have Jungkook opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. 

You drag your fingers up his soft muscle, feeling tingles deep inside you. This is so hot. 

Jungkook sighs and closes his mouth around your digits, sucking on them with pouty lips and big doe eyes. You can feel how his neck tenses from the movement and how much faster his pulse becomes. 

“You’re so hot, holy fuck”, you croak, lifting yourself off his cock so you could command him to stretch out his legs.

He follows, getting rewarded with your pussy and your eager hips dancing on his needy cock. You are on your knees for it, using the bounce of his mattress to your advantage to ride him as if it is the last time you ever will. He moans around your fingers, furrowing his brows in utter bliss.

“Quiet baby, be quiet”, you gasp out, feeling breathless from pleasure. His throat under your hand, his mouth on your fingers and his cock deep inside while his strong hands knead your waist and hips. Yeah, it can’t get any better than that. You are fucking obsessed. 

Jungkook mewls and keens. You slip your fingers out, resulting in his spit to cover his chin.

“Quiet, come on.”

“It’s, it’s so ah ha-hard. A-ah.”

“Quiet, baby. Just be quiet, it’s easy’, you order, slamming your hips down on him repeatedly. And to make matters worse, you put your slickened, greedy fingers on his left nipple to massage it eagerly. You abandon his neck to lick your other hand and use it to massage his right nipple as well. You twist and pinch, tug and rub, play with his piercings and trace his very tip. You know exactly what drives your husband crazy and you are hellbent on showing him all your tricks. 

“Stop please”, Jungkook begs, arching his back, “stop please stop”, he pleads.

“Hurts?”

He shakes his head, “too hard, please.”

“You can do it, baby. Just be quiet, it’s easy.”

“Ah god, ah, aaah” Jungkook mewls and throws his head back, grasping your waist with such desperation he brings it in just a little. He is kicking the sheets as best as possible, curling his tongue in his agape mouth. 

That’s where you want him. That’s his best look. You take his swollen nipples between your fingers and rub them in sideways motions. 

His abs tense, his huge pecs throb and tighten, his arms bulge as well. You are hitting the right fucking spots and his body reacts in the sexiest of ways. 

“Ahng”, Jungkook silences himself by throwing his hand over his own mouth. He scrunches his face, whimpering behind his hand.

“Holy fuck, this is so hot. That’s it, keep quiet. Good boy. Fuck, I love you.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes back and squeezes them shut. He sobs your name. You can feel it before you see it on his face. This was too much for him. You are making him climax. Deep, deep inside you and with days worth of hot, creamy cum he is shooting into you, bruising your waist in the process and biting down on his own palm just to stop himself from screaming your name. Tears run down his cheeks, he is arching his back even more. Yeah, you’ve really got him good. 

You help him ride it out with a fluttering heart, giving him the best kind of afterglow by cupping his face and pulling it in for kisses all while your hips rock back and forth on his still hard cock. 

Jungkook drops into your hands, feeling so far away and yet so, so close to you. His cock is sensitive, but it doesn’t hurt. It is just warm, wet and safe. He is so safe when he is inside you. Your pussy feels so good. Every ridge, hill, crevice and inch. Only you feel this good. Only you. And only you can make him feel this way. 

“I love you”, Jungkook gets out shakily, dripping tears from the tip of his perfect nose. You tilt his head up and kiss the tears away.

“I love you too, Kookie. How is my hubby love doing? Comfy?”

“Yes comfy”, his voice is just a little higher in pitch, “feels so good.” 

“Yeah, feels amazing. You did such a good job filling me up like this. Making me yours and all. I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too, oh god”, Jungkook opens his eyes, sniffling with shaking shoulders.

“Good?”

He nods his head vigorously, cradling your cheeks.

“I just love you so much”, he squeaks and rolls his hips up slowly, meeting your movements as best as possible.

“Yes love you too”, you sigh, “oh”, your eyes go just a little out of focus, “oh Kook, there.”

“There? Do you like this?” he asks repeating his movements all the way down to flow, speed and angle. 

“Yes, so much. Ah Kookie, you…ah feel…holy fuck, so good. Ah.”

“Quiet, baby”, he whispers, making you chuckle breathlessly.

“Yeah, fuck I get you now. Fuck mhm.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” 

You nod your head, giving his cheeks a squeeze. 

“Shit baby. Kookie, I’m close.”

His pupils dilate even more. His breathing speeds up.

“You are?” 

“You feel so good”, you sigh and whimper softly, fluttering your lashes, “is hard.” 

“Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve got you.” 

“No, is hard to, to keep looking at you. Want to look at you as I…ah…I, I cum.” 

“Baby…” Jungkook gets out and squeezes your cheeks, “fuck. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love…you…too...Kookie ah please.”

“Let go, baby. Let go. I’ve got you, baby.”

“Koo, ah”, you squeak out, falling into him as your high overtakes you. 

You shake and convulse, using his shoulder to muffle your sounds as Jungkook soothes you. He is cradling your head, rubbing your back as he shushes you and whispers the sweetest love to you.

“That’s my girl. I love you cumming on my cock. That’s it. You’re doing so well. I’ve got you, babygirl. You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl, god you’re my good girl.” 

Honestly, you blame him for making this orgasm as hard and intense as it is, because goddamn does it feel good to be talked through this way. Fuck, you’re climaxing just from his words. Honestly. 

Jungkook makes sure to give you the best afterglow as well by squeezing your hips tighter to his body and giving your sensitive clit warm pressure. You love warm pressure after a high. The comedown is so intense but healing. And as you shudder in his arms, he is tracing your spine slowly, enjoying the moments of silence with closed eyes. You have your eyes closed as well, finding solace in his heartbeat against your chest. It is synced with yours, slowing down gradually. 

You are the one to break the silence.

“So uhm, that was intense.”

“Yeah”, he sighs and sighs again, “thank you, I needed this so bad.”

“Me too, baby. Who would have thought that your tiny bed is that good to fuck in.”

Jungkook chuckles, “yeah. The creaking was a little annoying though.”

“I kinda feel like your parents must have heard something.”

“Please don’t say that, I’ll cringe to death.”

You laugh, lifting your head from his shoulder. You press a loving kiss to his lips then wipe his tear-stained cheeks.

“I genuinely tried to be quiet.”

“Me too. You didn’t make it easier. I think I nutted with my nipples, no joke.”

“I can imagine”, you snort and shimmy on his lap, “I’m starting to leak.”

“Sexy.”

“Not sexy. Wet and gooey.”

“Don’t call it that”, he laughs as he helps you slip off his cock. You leak onto his thighs, hissing in distaste.

“God, such a mess. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, let it happen.”

“Don’t wanna let it happen. It’s so messy and wet.”

“Wait, let me”, Jungkook says and reaches for his bedside table. He takes a handful of tissues, “here you go”, he says and hands them to you. 

“Thanks.”

You press them to your pussy, climbing off his lap awkwardly. 

“Please ignore the noises, air sometimes has its own mind”, you mumble.

“It’s okay, let it happen baby. You know how I sometimes sound after anal.”

You and he snicker in comradery. Yep, being married and comfortable is definitely amazing. Not even the most embarrassing sex noises are embarrassing when you’re together. 

“You know, creampies are awesome in the moment, but afterwards? A cramp in the anus”, you say, wiping at your pussy with new tissues.

Jungkook laughs, “at least you’ve got tissues. Remember that one time we fucked in a motel only to realise we didn’t have tissues?”

You are putting on your pyjama just in case you meet his parents outside. If you were alone, you wouldn’t bother.

“And I had to use my hand to catch it? Yes baby, you laughed at me. How could I forget?”

“I only laughed because you were cute as you waddled to the bathroom.” 

“Yeah sure”, you say and lean down to peck his cheek, “brb, gonna go piss real quick.”

“Mhm’kay”, Jungkook says with a goofy smile on his lips. 

He is still grinning goofily when you come back, resting on his side with his eyes to the door. He is still naked, opening the blanket for you. 

“Did you steal the wall side?” you ask him as you get naked again.

“I did.”

“Not cool. I claimed it.” 

“And I reclaimed it.” 

You roll your eyes fondly, climbing under the blanket. Jungkook wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him instantly. He drapes his leg over your hips, smooching your cheek before nuzzling into your neck. 

“You feel cold”, he whispers

“The pee cooled me down.” 

“Mhm, is nice”, he kisses your skin, “sleep tight, my sweetie.”

“You too, my love”, you say and turn off the light.

He wiggles and makes a small sound of contentment. He shifts his head a little.

“Psst, sweetie?” 

“Yes, sweetie?” you giggle because he is a goof.

“How was it for you?”

“Amazing. I loved it.” 

“Me too. Was so good”, he breathes and sighs, growing softer, “I really love you. I do. Yeah, you my baby and boo.”

“That rhymed.”

“Mhm, yeah…” he sighs and exhales deeply. He fell asleep. Of course he did. 

You melt into him and drift off in his arms. Maybe sharing a small bed isn’t as terrible as you first thought it would be. 

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7. honey cream

frankie morales x f!reader | chapter seven of do me yourself

summary: a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

wordcount: 3.9k chapter warnings: frankie calls you 'rainy' (paint-related from chp.1) no other descriptions or name used. no use of y/n. frankie being a good dad. bad tool names. anxious!reader. an: can i just say a massive thank you to all those who show up EVERY SINGLE WEEK. i adore you so much. thank you. if you're new to the ride, also welcome. even if i loved this story so much, i never expected people to love it even half as much as me, never mind the love i keep getting. so thank you.

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key: frankie is in bold, you are in italics

Nice forearm in your story.

Thanks, It’s this guy I met in a hardware store? We’ve been kind of seeing one another.

Oh, tell him he has a nice watch.

I’ve been told to tell you that you have a nice watch.

You’re hilarious.

I try to be.

You can say no to this, but do you want me to call you later?

That’ll be nice. I’ll be working late so I'll take a break when you do.

Tomorrow, I just need to grab some bits from the store and then I’ll be with you.

Are you sure you want to spend your day off helping me paint?

I was promised to see you in overalls, so yes.

They’re nice, but please lower your expectations.

I bet they look great on your ass.

Everything looks great on my ass.

Including my hand.

Yes, specifically when you slipped your fingers in my jeans pocket on the way to brunch.

I can’t wait to see you.

Drive safely, Butterscotch.

“I feel bad that your day off is spent painting.”

Flicking the lid off with a screwdriver, Frankie just smiles—eyes looking up at you from under his cap.

When he looks at you, you might as well be a fly irresistibly drawn to the brilliance of it, captivated by it.

He’d come in clothes that were long since paint-splattered. A set, you assume, he wears most times—an over-washed and over-loved flannel over a greying white tee, and a pair of cargos that have more pockets than you know what they could be used for.

It had been more natural when he’d arrived this time. A sweet kiss at the door, a long hug where he walks you in and his heel kicks your door shut. A muttering of 'you smell nice', into your neck—grinning over his shoulder because you’d sprayed far too much of your perfume.

“Don’t—I want to be here.”

“I think I’ll likely apologise another three times, at least, before we’re done.”

Standing, wearing a slightly twinged expression on his face, he steps over the clean trays and folded step ladders. His hand rises, turning the beak of his cap around, before he’s in front of you, staring at you before he kisses you.

Kisses you like he wishes to rid you of your worries and make your guilt wash away. Like he wants to empty your mind of things you’ve once been told, make you forget them, purge them. Fuck, his mouth almost does.

“So, rule of thumb—ceiling, walls and then kickboards, window sills.”

“Did you… Did you really just finish kissing me and immediately talk about painting?”

Grinning, he chuckles, bending down to grab a paintbrush. “Did you want me to linger on why you feel bad, or are you ready to get your hands dirty?"

You hesitate for a moment before taking the brush, fingers brushing over his. “I guess I’ll get dirty, since it’s with you.”

He seems to swallow, gaze holding yours as a soft smile tries to tug at his lips before flattening out to a line. Then, you just watch as he pours the off-white paint into the trays—its thick, glooping contents filling it quicker than you’d banked on, but he took it perfectly in his stride.

The sleeves of his flannel are rolled up, forearms flexing as he tilts the larger tub until he appears content with the measurement in the tray.

You know a thumb covered in paint shouldn’t cause your throat to dry, but it does. Your mind thinking up all the places he can leave a stamp of it, a trail of it, turn you into a map showing where he’s been—over a thigh, collarbone, your —

“Race you to the end of the wall?”

Blinking, finding him already readying his roller on the blank, sun-stained wall.

Before you can respond, he's off. The roller glides smoothly across the wall, leaving a trail of fresh paint in its wake. You laugh, shaking your head at his competitive spirit before joining him, your own brush meeting the wall—cutting in.

In time, the room fills with the rhythmic sound of brushes against the wall, the occasional laughter, and gentle conversations. The room transformed over the hours, looking fresher, already a thousand times better than it had this morning with the patches off filled in holes and cracks.

Taking the brush from your hands, you step back to the middle, looking around, not initially aware of how he’s looking at you. Not until you spot a satisfied smile and a glint in his eye.

“We did good, didn't we?”

You shrug. “Think you could do better—put your back really into rolling next time.”

Shaking his head, he throws your brush into the used tray before he’s grasping, tugging, your body connecting with his in an oomph—his reflexes quicker, arms longer than you’d expected—as laughter escapes out as you slide your hand around the back of his neck.

“Thank you. For helping me.”

“Sure,” he whispers, cheek close to yours, fingers on your hip. “Have I told you how good you look in your overalls?”

Rolling your lips, you slowly turn in his hold—all set to turn his cap for him again. To whisper to him that they’re easy to remove too, that he could slide his fingers up, even slant your mouth back over his again.

But you hear his stomach. It rumbles—practically thunderous.

“I haven’t even offered you food,” you confess, words laced with guilt. “I should make you food.”

“You don’t have to…”

Fingers entwining with his, you pull him—finding him happily following, even as he mumbles about cleaning up, that the paint will dry in the tray. You don’t loosen your hold until the two of you are in the kitchen, a hand needed to open the fridge, both required to pull out some ingredients.

“You cooking for me?”

“I’m going to try, if that’s okay?”

He leans against the counter, watching you with a soft smile.

“I'd love that, baby,” he says, the affection in his voice making your heart flutter like it keeps doing.

Before you’ve even sliced the first vegetable, Frankie excuses himself—a kiss to your cheek, all domestic, normal. It not feeling weird even as he goes back to the “project room” and you hear him tidying.

Because it’s not odd in the slightest him being here.

A thing you turn over as you continue to prepare ingredients, cutting and marinating. By the time he’s returned, sporting an amused smile on his face, you’re about to begin frying things.

“Can I do anything?”

Shaking your head, you glance at him over your shoulder, finding he’s taken up his earlier spot. “Just keep me company.”

And he does. Asking you things, questions—some about your childhood, your family, friends. Every word spoken, he hangs onto. Staring like he’s making notes in his head, committing them to memory, somewhere inside that beautiful, amazing mind of his.

“Should I get used to you cooking if I come round and help you with your project?” he teases, taking a water from the fridge like you’d instructed.

“You better not get used to it,” you retort, throwing a small piece of bell pepper at him playfully. He ducks, laughing. “I batch cook most of the time—easier when you eat for one.”

His eyes follow as you move around the kitchen with a fondness in his eyes, you focusing on not burning anything. Stomach knotting itself when it comes to dishing it up, placing it down, and watching him slide into the stool.

When he takes the first bite, you swear you are frozen—unable to move, or think. Eyes just focused on his, watching, waiting, until you breathe a sigh of relief at the way his eyes light up. “This is really good, baby.”

You can't help but feel a little proud. “Thank you.”

He raises his water in a toast. “To more cooking then,” he proposes, and you laugh, agreeing wholeheartedly.

As you stick your own fork in, it's easy to find comfort in the shared silence, a contentment you continue to be amazed at. The atmosphere all at ease. There's no need for words as you both eat, side-by-side, a relatively normal thing for most, but not for you.

But, none of it feels weird, awkward. It never has—even if part of you continues to wait for it. If anything, it continues to be comfortable, right.

Even as the food effortlessly vanishes off both of your plates, it's not until you've reached your fill that you clear your throat.

“So, how often do you have Luca?”

Chewing his food, he puts down the remainder—wiping his fingers on the napkin. “It’s a weird rota. But it works? I’ll have him in the week for two nights and then overnight on a Saturday one week and then one night in the week the following and then Friday to Sunday, and then I’ll have him for three nights in the week the following. Sometimes, extra if I have time off or I want to take him to see family.”

Nodding, you take a sip of your drink.

“Does that… bother you?”

“No! No, of course not,” you grin. “He’s the most important, in all of this. It was just curiosity, I couldn’t… I couldn’t work out the pattern.”

Chewing his cheek he smiles. “You trying to work out when I’m free?”

Shrugging, you look away, aware of the heat warming your cheeks. “Well, someone did post about brunch on their Stories…”

“I remember someone else posting my forearm on theirs.”

Smiling, you plate your cutlery down. “It’s a very nice forearm.”

Shoulder nudging you, Frankie chuckles—cutlery lined up on his plate, your hand moving to take it. Sliding around the kitchen as he begins debating what part of him will appear next, a thigh, an ankle.

“I can include all of you next time, if you like?” Hand testing the hot, soapy water filling the bowl.

“Yeah?”

Licking your lips, you smile. “I don’t cook for anyone, Morales.”

Shifting to meet your gaze, his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. “Is that right, Rainy? I must be pretty special then.”

“You have no idea,” you reply, your voice a mere whisper but the words carry an immense weight, one you suspect has snuck out, and embedded itself into him.

You're quick to turn your back to him, hide the heat and shyness, as you carefully rinse off the dishes. Only hearing the stool shift at the last moment, the sound of his sock-covered feet padding around until he's standing behind you.

His presence is unmistakable, more so when he places his hands on your hips. “I think I'm beginning to,” he murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

You turn to face him, the plates forgotten in the sink. Looking up into his eyes, seeing a reflection of things fluttering in them.

“You better,” you say, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek, “because I'm not planning on posting anyone else’s arm for a while.”

His grin widens at your words, his hands pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against each other. "Good, because I don't plan on trying brunch with anyone else."

And as he leans down to kiss you, he pauses, mouth hovering over yours. “Speaking of…”

Narrowing your eyes, you retract your head, soap suds sliding off your wrists.

“My friends… they want to meet you.”

His words catch you off guard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Meet...me?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

As soon as he confirms with a simple nod, you feel a tightness in your chest. An explosion in your mind. A vortex of thoughts, all overwhelming, non-stop.

Each second you try to breathe, the knot in your chest tightens, sitting, carving a bigger hole where your happiness had just been—

“Yes,” he confirms, his hands soothingly rubbing circles on your hips as though noticing your sudden tension. “I think, maybe, I’ve talked about you too much?”

Running your teeth over your lip, you feel a piece of skin. One sticking up, not as smooth as the rest. Lip balm would solve it, fix it—but you pick at it anyway, pick, pick, pick—

Running your teeth over your lip, you notice a stray piece of skin, protruding slightly, disrupting the otherwise smooth surface. Lip balm would fix it, effortlessly smooth it out—but despite knowing this, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to pick at it. Listening to him as he explains, hearing names, a day suggested. As you compulsively pick, pick, pick—

Until he says your name.

Soft. Gentle. So cautiously spoken it makes your heart do a double take as you taste copper on your tongue.

“Are you sure? I mean, I want to. I just… don’t want to intrude or anything,” you reply, and you know it’s left your mouth shaky, bathed in nerves.

Attempting to shake the suds from your hands, hoping to fling off the worries with it, you find yourself unable to meet his gaze. Mind a flurry, a snowstorm of ifs, buts and maybes.

Because meeting his friends is a significant step—a thing you’re happy about, pleased he feels the same way. Yet, you're also terrified.

Digging your hip into the counter because of it, rooting yourself as you flex your fingers.

“Hey.” His fingers gently lift your chin, forcing you to look up at him; eyes full of warmth and reassurance. "You wouldn't be intruding, baby. They're… they’re like my family and… I want them to meet the person I can’t stop thinking about.”

Shoulders sliding down from your ears, you move to rest your hands on his waist. “You really talk about me that much?”

Scrunching his nose, he smiles. “A bit.”

“Okay,” you agree, your voice sounding more confident than you feel. “I'll meet your friends.”

“Great,” he grins, his relief evident. He pulls you close, hugging you tightly. “Benny—the one who fights—that's who we'll be supporting.”

“When?”

He frowns, but vanishes it away as though realising you hadn't been listening. “Not this weekend, but next. They’re going to love you, I promise.”

“I hope so,” you whisper into his chest, your heart rate trying its best to slow down.

I need you to tell me what I need to do with the office room, if your friends happen to not like me. They’re going to like you. But if they don’t. Rainy, they will. Introducing you is more so they don’t think I’ve made you up. You have a habit of making up people? No. But apparently, the way I talk about you makes it seem like you’re made up. Why? Because you’re perfect. I am not. You are, but let’s have that battle another day. What are you worried about?

It sits there, in your fingers. The answer to his question.

Foot kicking out at your kitchen island, laptop light illuminating your face as you roll your tongue over your lips.

Foot kicking out nervously at the kitchen island, the harsh glow of the laptop casting an eerie light across your face, you roll your tongue over your lips.

A nervous tic. One you find yourself repeating—letting it trace over the same path again and again, desperately seeking a sense of calm that seems perpetually out of reach.

The question doing its rounds, spinning and swirling: What are you worried about? What are you worried about?

Like a bell has been wrung, it blares out. The answer.

It vibrates through your bones and comes back to you in an echo. Almost a chorus: That I’m not good enough.

A thing you’ve done well to ignore, to stuff down. But now, it's crawling up out of its boxes, the tape having barely kept it down, flapping about in the whirlwind of worries in your head.

As your phone screen dims, memories flood, recalling the evidence. The words flung at you, feelings you’ve wrestled with in bathrooms at loud parties and brutal quiet nights; arguments in places that don’t feel like home and tears against brick walls that cut shoulders.

Unlocking your phone, you tighten your jaw because he's not like them. He's good, kind. A sudden unwillingness to bend to insecurity roaring inside of you as you list every good thing about him; not willing to let a good thing be ruined by things that could never happen.

Sliding your fingers over the screen, you type words that seem easier, less difficult to confess:

Living up to the stories you’ve said. No stories, just a mention of your name and apparently a smile they’ve not seen in a while.

With a mouth-closed grin, you purse your lips.

Reading over the message again and again as your teeth sneak out to bite your lip, thumbs darting out over the phone’s keyboard.

Would it be okay to pick you up? You want to pick me up? I do. Yeah, sure. I was going to offer to pick you up. I think I’d like to pick you up, and if I don’t make a fool out of myself, would you like to stay over? I’ll pack your robe.

As soon as he throws his bag into the backseat and slips into your car, you feel at ease.

The drive over to grab him had been a combination of whispered mutterings about how it was going to be fine and a mind full of all the ways it wouldn’t be.

It’s further helped when his lips press to your cheek, allowing hands to loosen on the steering wheel, and when that low voice sweeps over you as he greets you—as other words hang there unspoken.

You almost say it on sight, I've missed you.

Because you have. A week and a half of messages and phone calls sufficing, but you’ve missed his presence, his face, the chance to brush your fingers over his cheek.

“You look nice.”

Eyes widening, he stares down at himself, palms brushing out over his thighs. “Me?”

“No, the ghost you brought with you—of course, you.”

Snorting, he fastens his seatbelt. “Says you, hermosa.”

“Smooth talker.”

The drive to the fight continues with similar, gentle teasing, all comfortable conversation filling the vehicle. He begins to fill you in on the new developments in the saga of Luca’s newfound love for blanket forts rendering the living room a disaster and you about the sign-off on the work you'd been worked up over.

As you navigate the roads, excitedly sharing about how you've picked a wallpaper you like, Frankie's warm hand finds a home on your thigh, his thumb idly tracing patterns over the fabric of your jeans as he continues talking.

No smirk, nothing. Just the usual smile, as if he'd done this before.

Yet, he hasn't. Unfamiliar sensations surge through your body, catching you off guard, body all ill-prepared for the way it warms you. It almost urges you to shuffle in your seat so his hand rises north; Electricity crackles along your veins, accompanied by a tightening in your abdomen that refuses to dissipate. And, it only worsens when he coughs and his hand grips you a little tighter.

As more of the cityscape flits past your windows, you steal glances at Frankie. His profile illuminated intermittently by the passing street lights, shadows highlighting the rugged contours of his face.

By the time you're pulling into the parking lot, you wish the drive had been longer. Momentarily, you press your thighs together, for reprieve. Only doing so when his hand moves to open the door, the liveliness and music spilling out onto the sidewalk as he comes around the vehicle to take your hand.

“So, where will your friends be?”

Frankie tightens his hand on yours, leading you, holding the door open. “They’ll be in the locker room. Will is Ben’s non-official trainer.”

Nodding, you smile, letting him lead until the two of you come to a stop at the bar—him asking you what you’d like, giving you a look that says please don’t fight me as he takes out his wallet.

“You not needed there?” Shaking his head, ordering drinks as he faces his head forward but his eyes slide down to you. “And what are you, what's your role?”

“His other non-official, less present trainer.”

“You slacker.”

Shrugging, he shakes his head, paying for the drinks. “I know, so much free time to do it too.”

Grinning, you follow him to a spot out of the line, sliding your arm around his back, curling into him—the ice cubes in your plastic cup colliding in the fizziness of your drink.

“I’m glad you came.”

“Because you missed me?”

His mouth opens, parts—the tip of his tongue peeking out as you feel his chest expand before relaxing. “Yeah. Nine days was too long.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you slide your hand under his jacket, it taking a moment, more awkward than full of ease before you can fan your fingers out against him.

“Technically, it was five—if you count me half-waving to you when I came in to get a screwy.”

Almost spluttering as he takes a sip, he clears his throat, staring down. “You can’t call it a screwy?”

Narrowing your eyes, smirking away. “And why not, Morales?”

“Because suena mal... dirty,” he argues, trying to suppress a laugh.

Your eyebrow raises in question, but before you can retort, his lips are on yours, effectively silencing you. The place around you is all of a sudden silent, muted—as if no one else is around at all. The ring, the lights, and all of the people blurring into nothing, not as your fingers tease over his chin, as your mouth reminds itself what his feels like.

Pulling back, mouth hovering close to his. “So, what do I need to know about your friends? Outside of the obvious.”

The obvious is that they all served together. Frankie had explained it one night as you cooked for yourself, him on a shelf—face filling the screen as you sliced and brewed on the stove.

It was clinically given, top-level you'd been sure. Just the need to know—the need to understand.

“Well, Ben is loud—but he’s gentle. Will is a bit protective, especially since we've all been through a lot together," he begins, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. “But they're good people. They're upfront and honest.”

“Does Harold like them?”

Tutting, he pauses as he lifts the plastic cup to his lips. “The only person Harry likes is you. And his own family.”

“I’ll be sure to drop that in conversation then. Show them I’m one stamp approved already.”

Tilting your chin up, he licks his lips—slowly, intently. “You have nothing to worry about, alright?” You nod, trying to take in his words. “I mean it.”

“Okay.”

Kissing the top of your head, Frankie keeps his arm around you. Even when Benny's name is shouted and the crowd goes wild.

I think they like me.

Are you texting me from the bathroom?

Maybe. But, I think it’s going well.

Baby, are you peeing and texting me?

No! I dried my hands and then messaged you.

So you’re leaning against a dirty wall texting me.

Are you grinning like an idiot at your phone?

Don’t answer I can see it.

Shut up.

If that’s the grin you wear when I message you, no wonder they wanted to meet me.

Basta!

You're cute when you're flustered. Can see the red climbing up your neck from here.

Come back and keep me company.

Grin a bit more and I might.

Rainy.

Fuck you're handsome, Butterscotch.

NEXT CHAPTER ->

an: while the meeting happens off-paper (haha wanted to say off-screen) all meetings won't appear like this 👀. we knew they'd love her, and in time we'll see how much. also, her texting him in the bathroom may be my fave thing she's done off her own accord (i am merely just a body and fingers when rainy begins talking to me)

[c1qfxugcgy0]

adventures in QA

(previous post in this series)

My shop in Advanced Midbody - Carbon Wing (AMCW) at Large Aircraft Manufacturer (LAM) is at the very end of the composite fabrication building. Hundreds of people carefully lay up a hundred foot long slab of carbon fiber, cure it, paint it, and then we totally fuck it up with out of spec holes, scrapes, primer damage, etc. The people who write up our many defects are from the Quality Assurance (QA) department.

Every single screw and rivet on a LAM aircraft can be traced back to the mechanic who installed it. Back when even everything was done in pen and pencil, it was joked that the paper used to produce an aircraft outweighed the plane itself. Now that everything is computer-based, of course, the amount of paperwork is free to grow without limit.

(Haunting the factory is endless media coverage of an emergency exit door plug popping out of an Advanced Smallbody - Upengine (ASU) plane during a routine flight a few months ago. Unlike that airframe's notorious problems with MCAS, this was a straightforward paperwork screwup by a line worker: the bolts were supposed to be tightened, and they weren't.

As a result the higher ups have visited hideous tribulations on non-salaried workers. Endless webinars, structured trainings. Here at the Widebody plant we have received a steady flow of refugees from the Narrowbody factory, hair-raising tales of receiving one hundred percent supervision from the moment they clock in to the second they clock out from FAA inspectors who can recommend actual jail time for any lapse in judgement.)

A single hydraulic bracket Installation Plan (IP) is around four brackets. The team leads generally assign two bracket IPs per mechanic, since each bracket set is something like a foot apart, and while working on the plane is bad enough it's much worse to have another mechanic in your lap.

Let me list the order of operations:

One: Find where you're supposed to install these brackets. This is harder than you might think.

Firstly, it's a hundred foot long plank of carbon fiber composite, with longitudinal stringers bonded to it to add stiffness. The stringers are pilot drilled in the trim and drill center, a truly Brobdingnagian CNC mill that trims off the composite flash at the edges and locates and drills part holes for us. But there's a lot of holes, so you must carefully find your set.

A minor difficulty is that the engineering drawings are laid out with the leading edge pointing up, while the wing panels in our cells hang from the trailing edge. Not so bad, you just rotate the paper 180 when orienteering, then rotate it back up to read the printed labels.

A major difficulty is that the drawings are from the perspective from the outside of the panel. But we work on the inside of the wing (obviously, that's where all the parts are installed) so we also flip the drawings and squint through the back of the paper, to make things line up.

Large Aircraft Manufacturer has a market cap of US$110 billion, and we're walking around the wing jig with sheets of paper rotated 180 and flipped turnways trying to find where to put brackets.

Oh well, we're paid by the hour.

Two: Match drill the aluminum brackets to the carbon fiber composite stringer. I can devote an entire post to the subtleties of drilling carbon fiber, but I can already tell that this post is going to be a miserable slog, so I will merrily skip over this step.

Three: Vacuum up all the carbon dust and aluminum swarf created during this process. This step is not optional, as your team lead will remind you, his screaming mouth clouding your safety glasses with spittle at a distance of four inches. LAM is very serious about FOD. Every jet airliner you've ever ridden in is a wet wing design-- each interstitial space is filled with Jet A. There is no fuel bladder or liner-- the fuel washes right over plane structure and wing hardware. Any dirt we leave behind will merrily float into the fuel and be sucked right into the engines, where it can cause millions in damage. No place for metal shavings!

If you are nervous about flying, avoid considering that all the hydraulic lines and engine control cables dip into a lake of a kerosene on their way from the flight deck to the important machines they command. Especially do not consider that we're paid about as much per hour as a McDonalds fry cook to install flight-critical aviation components.

Four: Neatly lay out your brackets on your cart, fight for a position at a Shared Production Workstation (SPW) (of which we have a total of four (4) for a crew of thirty (30) mechanics) and mark your IP for QA inspection as Ready To Apply Seal.

Four: Twiddle your thumbs. Similarly, we have three QA people for thirty mechanics. This is not enough QA people, as I will make enormously clear in the following steps.

Five: Continue waiting. Remember, you must not do anything until a QA person shows up and checks the box. Skipping a QA step is a “process failure” and a disciplinary offense. From the outside, you can observe the numerous QA whistleblowers and say “golly, why would a mechanic ever cut a corner and ignore QA?” Well...

Six: QA shows up. Theoretically, they could choose to pick up the mahrmax you prepared for them and gauge every single hole you've drilled. But since we're three hours into the shift and they're already twenty jobs behind, they just flick their flashlight across the panel and say “looks good" and then sprint away. Can't imagine why our planes keep falling out of the sky.

Seven: Apply the seal to the bracket. P/S 890 is a thick dark gray goop that adheres well to aluminum, carbon fiber, fabric, hair and skin. Once cured, it is completely immune to any chemical attack short of piranha solution, so if you get any on yourself you had better notice quick, otherwise it'll be with you as long as the layer of epidermis it's bonded to. LAM employees who work with fuel tank sealant very quickly get out of the habit of running their hands through their hair.

Eight: Now you wait again. Ha ha, you dumb asshole, you thought you were done with QA? No no, now you put up the job for QA inspection of how well you put the seal on the bracket. Twiddle your thumbs, but now with some urgency. The minute you took the bottle of seal out of the freezer, you started the clock on its "squeeze-out life." For this type of seal, on this job, it's 120 minutes. If QA doesn't get to you before that time expires, you remove your ticket, wipe off the seal, take another bottle out the freezer, and apply a fresh layer.

Nine: Optimistically, QA shows up in time and signs off on the seal. Well, you're 100 minutes into your 120 minute timer. Quickly, you slap the brackets onto the stringer, air hammer the sleeve bolts into position, thread nuts onto the bolts, then torque them down. Shove through the crowd and mark your IP "ready to inspect squeeze out"

Ten: Let out a long breath and relax. All the time sensitive parts are over. The criteria here is "visible and continuous" squeeze out all along the perimeter of the bracket and the fasteners. It is hard to screw this up, just glop on a wild excess of seal before installing it. If you do fail squeezeout, though, the only remedy is to take everything off, throw away the single-use distorted thread locknuts, clean everything up and try again tomorrow.

Eleven: QA approved squeeze out? Break's over, now we're in a hurry again. By now there's probably only an hour or two left in the shift, and your job now is to clean off all that squeeze out. Here's where you curse your past self for glopping on too much seal. You want to get it off ASAP because if you leave it alone or if it's too late in the shift and your manager does feel like approving overtime it'll cure to a rock hard condition overnight and you'll go through hell chipping it off the next day. You'll go through a hundred or so qtips soaked in MPK cleaning up the bracket and every surface of the panel within three feet.

Twelve: Put it up for final inspection. Put away all your tools. (The large communal toolboxes are lined with kaizen foam precisely cut out to hold each individual tool, which makes it obvious if any tool is missing. When you take a tool out, you stick a tool chit with your name and LAMID printed on it in its place. Lose a tool? Stick your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye, pal, because the default assumption is that a lost screwdriver is lurking in a hollow "hat" stringer, waiting to float out and damage some critical component years after the airplane is delivered.)

One tool you'll leave on your cart, however, is the pin protrusion gage. There is a minimum amount of thread that must poke outside of the permanent straight shank fastener's (Hi-Lok) nut, to indicate that the nut is fully engaged. That makes sense. But there's also a maximum protrusion. Why?

Well, it's an airplane. Ounces make pounds. An extra quarter inch of stickout across a thousand fasteners across a 30 year service life means tons of additional fuel burnt. So you can't use a fastener that's too long, because it adds weight.

On aluminum parts, it's hard to mess up. But any given composite part is laid up from many layers of carbon fiber tape. The engineers seemed to have assumed that dimensional variation would be normally distributed. But, unfortunately, we buy miles of carbon fiber at a time, and the size only very gradually changes between lots. When entire batches are several microns oversize, and you're laying up parts from fifty plies and an inch thick, you can have considerable variation of thickness on any given structural component. So you had better hope you had test fit all of your fasteners ahead of time, or else you'll be real sorry!

And, if you're really lucky, QA will show up five minutes before end of shift, pronounce everything within tolerance, then fuck off.

And that's how it takes eight hours to install eight brackets.

[stalkedbytrains]

Beneath the Electric Sky: Chain One Sequence Two: A Series of Minor Crimes

I introduced Io to Seth. There was already some tension there because I think Io realized he fucked up on the ride over.

"I'm Seth. You must be Io."

The pair shook hands.

"You got me," Io said. "You're the partner. Right, well you need someone to get inside and open a door?"

Seth bristled a little bit. It was clear he wanted to introduce himself as my superior or something more haughty and worthy of him.

"And you must be our conman. I'll be keeping my eye on you."

"Don't worry, you've got nothing I want," Io said as he gave himself a small tour of the apartment.

Seth scoffed. "You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I don't give a shit about new tech or whatever it is you're after. I wanted the dumbest, oldest stuff you can find. I was trying to steal a cybertruck."

My partner only got angrier. I quietly congratulated myself on picking the right person to bring in. Io could do the job and do it well, but pissing off Seth was a nice bonus.

Io was a pretty unassuming person. Average height, average build, average everything, which he would probably use to his advantage as not standing out in any significant way was something that could really work in his favor.

"What do you need to do this job?" Seth asked tensely.

"You have a hacker on staff? Because unless things have changed much more drastically than I'm aware of, Synthia certainly can't handle the asks. And no offense, Sep-"

"Seth."

"That's what I said. You don't look like you can hack your way out of this room."

I couldn't help but smile. "I missed you Io."

"Arc! Get in here! We've got a job for you!" Seth yelled.

Io moved next to me so he could conspiratorially whisper to me. "Arc? Really? Bit on the nose with that one don't you think?"

"I've always thought that," I whispered back.

The small in every direction tech walked into the room. If I was thin in a vaguely unhealthy way (I can't help my ultra-enhanced metabolism and the calories required to run this hardware) then Arc was deeply unhealthy. His hair was stringy and all over the place and the electronics poked out of the skin on his face, shoulders, arms, and hands.

He was also Seth's lapdog so I couldn't give a shit what he liked or cared for. He was supposed to do the tech support angle of this little trio and so far he had utterly failed to hold up his side of the job.

"Yeah, what's up?" Arc asked Seth, only looking to him for instruction.

"You're a hacker?" Io asked.

"Yeah, who are you?" Arc countered.

"Someone with a sense of style, Jesus," Io muttered mostly to himself but I heard it and cracked a smile. "I'm the conman. I need you to hack some emails for me."

"Oh, yeah, sure, it's not that this place is tighter than a nuclear waste dump site. I can barely peak at their servers, much less hack an employee's email. The Illuminated Path is next level."

Io rolled his eyes. "Then I suggest you find someone who can hack a single employee's email. It shouldn't be that hard to arrange a phishing scam or something. I thought you people were experts."

"Why the fuck do we need this asshole?" Arc asked indignantly.

"Because you assured me, multiple times, that you couldn't hack any of the security measures around the building, so I got us someone who can get me inside," I snapped at him. "If you can't get Io what he needs then I'm going to find someone else who can help me with this mission and I'll be sure to let Gareth know what dead weight you two have been."

"What do you want?"

Io shrugged. "A couple of back dated emails hiding in someone's folder. Preferably someone high up who is in charge of shipping and receiving. Then some angry emails from them into some subordinate's spam folder about a shipment that is overdue."

"What scam are you pulling?"

"A Trojan horse. I'm going to make a delivery and no one is going to look twice at me because we're playing the angry boss card. Oh and if you can get me a fake manifest and an invoice. Make them look good. If you make them look good enough and I get paid for the delivery then I'll count that towards my fee," Io said.

Arc opened his mouth to say something but Seth cut him off. "Do it."

"Fine. What are we delivering?"

"I'll let you know when we're done stealing it," Io said. "Synthia, let's go steal a truck or two."

"You want me to plant a bunch of emails for something I don't know what it is yet?" Arc asked.

"Well you're the one that said they've got top notch security."

"Synthia, stay with Arc, keep him on task. I'm going with Io," Seth said.

I scoffed. "You think I can keep the keyboard jockey on task? The little fucker never listens to a word I say."

Seth had a look on his face that looked like he tasted ass. Which was his default expression whenever I got my way.

"Fine. Check-in every hour. And we will be listening," Seth threatened.

"Sir, yes sir," I responded, saluting him with my middle finger raised. "Io let's go."

As we turned to leave, I heard Seth tell Arc to get to work, and to start pulling up files on anyone who might be connected to me named Lorelei.

Io was going to pay for that later.

[010·10]

"You work for a bunch of assholes," Io told me as we approached the overnight warehouse for one of the online distributors.

"Yeah I fucking know," I told him as I worked on punching a hole through the electric fence. "And now they know too."

"How the fuck do they know everything?"

"I've got just south of a trillion dollars worth of beyond top of the line technology in me. That kind of money and investment warrants a level of security that cannot be overwritten, ignored, or turned off. Everything I say and do is recorded in excruciating detail."

"Fuck," Io said once I was through the fence. "That's rough."

"Yeah, well. I'm sorry I brought you into this mess," I admitted. "Really. I'm sorry."

Io stopped halfway through the fence. "I truly don't think I've ever heard you apologize for anything."

"New body, new me."

"Well I appreciate seeing you again, getting into shenanigans again. And I'm sorry about before," Io said quietly, as if that would keep the myriad of sensor in me from picking it up. "I'll fix it, I promise."

I couldn't help myself. I shouldn't have been shitty but I had to do it. "I'll believe it when I see it."

After a few minutes of sneaking through the warehouse, dodging drones, and keeping out of sight of the one overnight, overworked, underpaid service worker, we found an access point that gave us manifests for everything being loaded on the trucks in the lot.

"Alright what would be easiest to con some... what are they again?" Io asked.

"Religious cultists and terrorists that are working with extremely illegal and bleeding edge technology. Working in most gene splicing and tech."

"Ah so religious scientists," Io said with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "Love that for them. We're going to need truck... let's see... eh... I think the one in row twelve slot b. Some centrifuges and other medical equipment. Should be helpful."

"Right, what are we standing around here for?"

"Well I'm going to drive, because you are always the worst driver, even now. Just... bad."

"Hey!"

"I also need you to steal me a uniform."

"That would make sense."

Breaking into the locker room and stealing a spare uniform was trivial and I did it in less than two minutes.

In fact, I made it back to Io and the truck he was supposed to be stealing before he had even managed to get the truck open.

"What were you saying about being better than me at this?" I asked.

"I was just waiting on you, the second we drive off things are going to start."

I rolled my eyes and waited for Io to get going. While I had nothing to do I messaged Arc that were were bringing medical equipment, and he should add that to his manifests and hacked emails and stuff.

"Alright we're good to go," Io said as the engine rumbled to life.

"We will be as soon as Arc is done doing his job."

my kofi that hosts early chapters

[juneibyou]

I love Cave Story, to the point where I bought like 3 different ports as a kid. The 3DS one is the last one I got and I was so mad that it cost so much for no real improvements. Didn't know about the frame rate thing, that's neat.

What's the weirdest port change you know of?

-the original launch day release of the wiiware port, which was visibly unfinished and broken to shit. the new ost was missing instruments due to a broken soundfont, the original ost was noticeably compressed OGGs because organya playback was broken, sound effects were totally fucked and a bunch of graphics were broken or unpolished. my favourite part is the unfinished 2x sprites having a weirdly effeminate quote facepic clearly edited over the unused sue one

-the dsiware port has really weird pitch issues on the music because they had to hack organya into working on the DS sound hardware. honestly it's kinda charming compared to how fucked some other ports are

-the entirety of cave story 3d. the whole thing. it should be noted that this is an entirely different version than the one on the eshop for some reason. 3D Ballos Model. personally i'm a big fan of the shoved-in extra rooms that rely entirely on the 3D model taping with terrible mapping in the actual game data, and all the extra heart containers shoved in to make the game easier. also the inventory is super broken and lets you swap the script files between two maps which is extremely fun to fuck around with

-the version of Cave Story + (PC, which is entirely different than the one on switch) on GOG is a completely different build than the one on steam. they have the exact same content, the GOG one is just hastily ported to a newer engine. badly

-the switch port adds blocks that let you retry the funny booster jump which is a coward's choice. strafing and puppy stacking too. and multiple jellyfish juices. take those backtracks like god intended

and one last little bit of trivia relevant to all versions of the game. both translations are wrong on balrog. he didn't have a catchphrase he just made sounds of exertion busting through the door at the start and then there's just the sound of him falling in every other time he shows up. both "huzzah" and "oh yeah" were inventions of the translation, and also yet more proof that nicalis basically just taped their translation over the fan tl

[lackyghost]

Bakugou Katsuki makes his way into his local hardware store as he does multiple times a week. His pale blonde hair fans out around his head in wild spikes, his undercut making his jaw look all the sharper. His nose is refined, eyes angular and fierce, housing ruby red irises.

He’s only 172cm, but he’s strong, with broad shoulders and thick thighs built up over years of working in his parent’s business. They build furniture and upgrade houses, an art he’s grown up in, and his body is long used to heavy lifting and skillfully using his hands.

His boot leg jeans have smears along his knees, and his black t-shirt has a few paint splatters, but he doesn’t care, simply walks through the doors of the hardware store and beelines for the rope. He briefly compares a white with a cream colored before grabbing the 60-meter spool of twisted white nylon.

He tucks it under his arm as he walks over to the counter, not at all surprised to see the store’s latest employee standing there. He has wild white hair similar to Katsuki’s, but his face and ears are full of piercings. His eyes are a stunning turquoise, and as soon as his gaze locks on Katsuki, a smirk curls his lips.

“Hey there, dollface,” Todoroki Touya drawls.

“Metalface,” Katsuki says as he sets the rope down.

This has been their usual method of greeting since the man moved to Musutafu a couple months ago. The silent staring contest that follows is also the usual, and when Touya opens his mouth, Katsuki vaguely knows what to expect.

“You into some kinky shit, doll?”

Katsuki just scoffs. “I wish it was that fuckin’ interesting.”

“Oh?” Touya says, his gaze lidding as he looks to the blonde. “Do you want it to be?”

—

Katsuki’s apartment door slams open, both he and Touya stumbling inside, their lips locked and their hands wandering as they attempt to shut the door without parting. Touya bites on Katsuki’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and the blonde moans.

“Fuck, hurry up,” Touya says, harshly smacking his ass.

Katsuki grabs his hand, using his other to grip the six meters of rope he’d cut from the large spool earlier. He half runs to his bedroom, his cock already hard in his pants. He tosses the rope onto the bed and tugs his shirt off before climbing onto the mattress, lying down with his arms up by his headboard.

Touya licks his lips as he grabs the rope, but he pulls his own shirt off as well, wrapping it around Katsuki’s wrist as a cushion before tying his wrist to the headboard. He trails the rope around the back of the headboard to Katsuki’s other arm, using the blonde’s shirt to pad that wrist before tying it as well.

“Lube and condoms?” Touya questions.

“Nightstand,” Katsuki says.

Touya quickly moves to grab the items, dropping the opened box of condoms and the bottle of silicone lube down beside the blonde before pulling his clothes off. He gives his cock a few slow strokes, loving the way Katsuki licks his lips at the sight of it, obviously wanting to run his tongue along the six rung Jacob’s ladder that decorates Touya’s dick.

Touya chuckles lowly and climbs back onto the bed, tugging Katsuki’s jeans off and tossing them to the side. Katsuki lifts his hips again, like he expects his boxers to be removed as well, but Touya just smirks and leans in to flick his tongue over one of his nipples.

Katsuki squirms lightly at the touch and Touya brings his other hand up to rub his other nipple. He relishes in the small hitches in the blonde’s breath as he sucks and tweaks his little pink buds, switching from one plush pec to the next until his nipples are shiny with his saliva and fully erect.

He slowly moves down from there, looking up at Katsuki as he trails kisses down his sternum, between his impressively defined abdominals, and then he mouths over the shape of Katsuki’s cock. He sucks over the large wet spot where he’s been leaking precum, licking the shape of his head through the cotton material, making Katsuki shudder in anticipation.

He pulls back and licks his lips as he slowly drags the man’s boxers down, letting his cock spring free, and making the blonde hiss as his throbbing member meets the cold air. Touya discards his boxers and leans down to kiss around the base of his cock, shifting down to suck at his balls, and then he pushes Katsuki’s thighs up so he can lick around his hole.

“Ah, fuck,” Katsuki says, tensing up slightly.

“Never been eaten out, hmm?” Touya guesses.

“No,” Katsuki confirms, but doesn’t go into detail.

Touya just hums his understanding as he gathers up spit in his mouth, pushing his tongue out and drooling around his hole. Katsuki shudders at the feeling as Touya licks around his hole before pushing his tongue against the rim. He forces himself to relax against the bizarre feeling, and Touya pushes his tongue in further, twirling it inside him and making him squirm.

Touya purses his lips and sucks and Katsuki gasps, tugging at his wrists, wanting to grasp the man’s hair, but all he can do is lay there and soak in the pleasure.

Touya pulls away from his hole so he can press a finger inside, going slow, his eyes locked on Katsuki’s face as he slowly thrusts, curling his finger until the blonde suddenly jolts, sputtering out a curse. Touya smirks devilishly as he starts rubbing ruthlessly over the man’s prostate, using his other hand to drizzle some lube onto his fingers, making it easier to slide two in.

Katsuki chokes out curses as he tries to rock back against the digits in his ass, panting out pleased sounds. Touya smirks at the sight, loving the way the man starts to tremble, never slowing his pace. He can see that Katsuki is already on the edge, needing just a little more to tip over.

He adds a third finger to his thrusting and leans over, opening his mouth wide, and drops down over Katsuki’s cock, swallowing him down to the root. The shock of the sudden wet heat around him has Katsuki shouting as he cums, his bitter release filling Touya’s throat. He swallows it down loudly, making Katsuki’s face flush, but he just hums a pleased sound as he pulls off, licking his lips appreciatively.

Touya removes his fingers, groaning at the way the man’s hole flutters around nothing, and he grabs a condom, ripping it open and rolling it down his length. He dumps more lube over it and shifts closer, pressing one of Katsuki’s thighs up toward his chest, his other hand lining his cock up.

“Wait, I just came,” Katsuki pants out.

Touya hums, rubbing his tip against the man’s hole as he leans over to kiss him. “I know.”

He thrusts inside, fully sheathing himself in a single movement and Katsuki shouts a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and an overstimulated whine. Touya chuckles darkly at the sound, using his lube slicked hand to grab Katsuki’s cock, stroking him back to hardness.

“Be a good boy for me now,” Touya coos.

Before Katsuki can even attempt to get any words out, Touya starts ruthlessly slamming into him, leaning back to fuck into him harder, making the headboard slam against the wall. Katsuki screams, tugging his wrists as he cums again, squirting out over his abdomen, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his skull.

Touya grins maliciously as he continues drilling into him. “You’re mine now, Katsuki.”

The blonde nods mindlessly, tears pricking his eyes as drool trickles from the corner of his mouth as Touya glides along his prostate with every single movement. He moans out a garbled sound along the lines of “No more.”

“Aw, come on, Katsuki, one more time,” Touya pants out, sweat beading his brow as he keeps up his harsh pace. “Be a good boy and cum on daddy’s cock.”

Katsuki gasps loudly, his toes curling as he cums dry, screaming out, “Fuck! Daddy!”

Touya curses as he cums, slamming into the man as he fills the condom, groaning as he rocks his hips as he steadily slows, until he finally stops altogether. He pulls out slowly, tugging the condom off and tying it before chucking it over to the garbage under the man’s desk.

He hovers over Katsuki, brushing some hair away from his sweaty forehead, out of his eyes. The man blinks up at him, humming tiredly, and Touya smiles as he leans in to kiss him. The lip presses are more languid now, tired and satiated.

“Untie me already, metalface,” Katsuki grumbles.

“Not just yet,” Touya says, giving him another quick peck before moving off the bed.

He doesn’t bother grabbing any clothes as he walks to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with hot water before walking back. He wipes Katsuki’s face, and then trails it down to his abdomen, and gives his cock a nice wipe down before tossing the cloth into the man’s hamper.

He moves back over to the bed and climbs over Katsuki, straddling his hips as he trails his hands over Katsuki’s sides, moving up until he cups his chin. He leans in to press a long kiss to his lips, moving back only far enough to meet his gaze.

“I’ll untie you if you can convince me that you’re a good boy who won’t leave daddy’s side,” Touya murmurs, rubbing his thumb along Katsuki’s lower lip.

Katsuki tilts his head to bite on Touya’s lower lip, tugging it harshly and sucking it into his mouth. Touya groans at the feeling and Katsuki snakes his tongue into his mouth, mapping out his teeth, gliding along his tongue, not pulling away until they’re both desperate for oxygen.

Katsuki pants lightly as he slumps back against his bed, smirking up at Touya. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, daddy.”

—

Touya and Katsuki follow the host to their table, sitting down and thanking him before he walks off. They’re out celebrating three months together—and the fact that they’ve officially moved in to their first shared apartment.

Katsuki had admittedly been a bit shocked when Touya had suggested it a couple weeks prior, but it was certainly good timing, as Katsuki’s lease was up and he was struggling to find a place that didn’t want his first born child as payment.

He’s excited though, enough to order a strawberry margarita when the waitress comes over. Touya chuckles at that and orders a beer and waters for them both.

“I’m curious to see what you’re like when you’re tipsy,” Touya admits.

“If it’s the same as it was a few years ago, someone is going to get decked,” Katsuki says and Touya laughs.

“Sounds like a good time,” Touya teases.

“Here are your drinks,” the waitress says, setting the glass bottle in front of Touya. She then leans forward, batting her big brown eyes and pressing her elbows together to make her tits nearly pop out of her scoop neck shirt as she sets Katsuki’s drink down. “I’ll be right back with your waters.”

Touya glares at her retreating back, but Katsuki just grimaces. “Do I give off straight vibes?”

“What,” Touya says, spurting out a laugh.

“Nothing,” Katsuki says, shaking his head. “Anyway, the last time I was here, the katsudon was really fucking good.”

“It is,” the waitress agrees, once again placing Touya’s drink down before nearly flashing Katsuki. “So, you want some katsudon, honey?”

“Don’t call me that,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. “But yeah, katsudon.”

“I’ll have the same,” Touya says, and the woman just writes that down.

“Got it,” she says, biting her lower lip as she eyes Katsuki for another moment before turning to do her job.

Katsuki kicks his glaring boyfriend under the table. “Oi? The fuck’s your deal?”

“Nothing,” Touya says, shaking his head. He leans over the table to pull Katsuki in for a kiss, his eyes darting across the space to lock with the waitress, who flushes as she turns around.

“Aw, are you jealous?” Katsuki teases, nipping at Touya’s chin.

“No,” Touya says immediately, leaning back in his chair. “Just can’t believe I have such a drop dead gorgeous boyfriend.”

Katsuki snickers. “Sure, sure.”

“So, we still have to decide if we’re keeping your couch or mine,” Touya says.

“Seriously?” Katsuki says, cocking a brow. “We have to decide whether we’re keeping your piece of shit couch or the one that I personally made?”

“But it’s huge,” Touya grumbles.

Katsuki smirks as he leans in closer, dropping his voice. “It’d be a lot easier to fuck on a big sofa.”

Touya’s pupils flex with interest and he hums. “We might need to test that theory, dollface.”

“Alright,” Katsuki agrees easily. “You top on mine, I’ll top on yours.”

“Oh, you’re on,” Touya says.

“Here you go!” The waitress says as she stops next to their table.

Katsuki and Touya both lean away so she can place the bowls in front of them. It smells delicious and Katsuki eyes the meal hungrily, flinching when the waitress places her hand on his shoulder. He looks up at her, eyes narrowed in annoyance.

“Don’t forget, I’m Camie, and I’m here if you need anything.”

—

Katsuki and Touya are curled up on their sofa—the larger, better one. They’re sitting side by side, just watching something on a local channel, some terrible low budget movie that’s barely worth the laughs.

Bored with it, Katsuki shifts up and turns to throw his leg over Touya’s lap, straddling the taller man as he captures his lips in a hungry kiss. Touya’s large hands go to his hips, sliding around to his ass and squeezing the globes harshly. Katsuki groans, rolling his hips down as he starts kissing along his boyfriend’s neck.

“Katsuki,” Touya says, and the blonde hums to let him know he’s listening. “I want to do something together, but I don’t know if you’d like it.”

Katsuki leans back, eyeing him curiously. “What is it?”

Touya clears his throat. “I’ve, fuck, I’ve always wanted to get branded, and I think it would be so fucking hot if you did it with me.”

A shudder goes down Katsuki’s spine, his cock growing achingly hard at the very idea, and he grinds against Touya, rubbing against the bulge in his boyfriend’s pants. He leans back in and kisses his neck a few times, and then bites down harshly, making Touya gasp.

“What kind of mark were you thinking?” Katsuki asks as he kisses over the red bite mark.

“The kanji for eternity,” Touya says.

The TV program is suddenly interrupted by a loud beep, and Katsuki looks over to see a banner moving along the bottom, which reads Missing Person: Utsushimi Camie, and then shows a small image of a woman. Katsuki frowns, tilting his head.

“Huh, she looks kinda familiar,” Katsuki murmurs.

“No idea who that is,” Touya says, grabbing Katsuki’s chin, pulling him in for another kiss, licking into his mouth and rolling his hips up, making the blonde moan.

—

Uravity is the newest nightclub in Musutafu, advertising good music and drink prices that aren’t absolutely outrageous. Touya hadn’t been all that interested in going, but Katsuki had said he wanted to go, so, naturally, they walk hand-in-hand into Uravity’s.

They’re both wearing tight tank tops that cling to their muscles and show off the 永 brands on their left shoulders. The marks are healed now, both raised and red, and Touya feels a smug glee in his chest knowing his brand is on the man as they walk to the bar.

“Oi! Four shots of your cheapest tequila!” Katsuki shouts, and the bartender nods as they pour the drinks, setting them up on the counter. “Fuck yeah, to us being the hottest fucking couple here!”

“I’ll drink to that!” Touya says, laughing as he throws back his first shot, grabbing the second before he can focus on the burn.

“Now let’s fucking dance!” Katsuki yells, grabbing his hand and leading the taller man to the dance floor.

Touya clearly doesn’t know what to do, so Katsuki turns around and guides his hands to his hips, dragging his palms up and down his body as he sways sensually to the beat of the music. Touya pauses to squeeze his pecs, pulling him flat against his chest so he can start kissing down his neck and shoulder as he follows the sway of Katsuki’s ass.

Katsuki brings one hand up to wrap around Touya’s neck, tugging him in for a kiss before leaning up to growl into his ear. “That’s right, daddy, follow my lead.”

“Oh, fuck,” Touya hisses, grinding against him. “I’m going to ruin you when we get home, baby.”

Katsuki grins, curling his back to drag his ass along Touya’s front, though the moment is ruined by some massive guy with a brown buzzcut and dark eyes snaking his hand around Katsuki’s waist and tugging him to the side.

“What the fuck!?” Katsuki shouts, spinning around to glare up at the massive man.

“Don’t look so mad, sweetheart,” the man says, smirking as he leans closer to the blonde. “I can promise you a much bigger dick than that scrawny wannabe.”

Katsuki shoves the man harshly, jamming his finger against his chest. “You’d better fucking watch what you say about my boyfriend, or I will break your fucking nose.”

The man blinks and then scowls harshly. “Come find me when you wanna know what a real man’s dick feels like.”

Katsuki grabs his silently seething boyfriend and pulls him in for a rough kiss, glaring at the massive man as he brings Touya’s hands to his ass, grinding against him. Touya growls into the kiss and moves on to sucking marks into his neck, and Katsuki moans, bringing a hand up to grasp Touya’s white hair, using his other to flip the man off.

The guy scoffs loudly and storms away and Touya slaps his ass harshly. Katsuki curses loudly and bites into the side of Touya’s neck, making him growl. Katsuki licks up his boyfriend’s neck and then kisses him harshly.

“Touya, if we don’t leave right now, I am going to shove you to the floor and fuck myself on your cock in front of all these people.”

—

Touya is outside, nothing but a shovel in his hands and the large body on the ground beside the hole he’s digging.

He is utterly silent as he works, eyeballing the broad, muscular brunette man to ensure he makes the hole wide enough to fit his shoulders in. He knows it’s deep enough already, two meters down, which should be plenty. It’s rare for people to come out here anyway, so he doubts anyone will ever think to dig in this spot.

A twig cracks nearby and he freezes, listening intently, able to just barely make out the soft sounds of bipedal feet. He internally curses and darts over to a tree, holding his shovel tightly, prepared to swing at whoever steps into his latest burial grounds.

A flashlight beam comes into view, landing on the body and the person freezes.

Touya leaps out, bringing his shovel up to attack, only for his arms to lock with the weapon over his head as his eyes blow wide and his jaw drops.

“Katsuki?” Touya says, slowly lowering his shovel, his eyes landing on the thick, rolled-up blanket over his boyfriend’s shoulder. “What are you doing?”

Katsuki drops the blanket, which lands with a heavy thud, unrolling enough to reveal a young woman with curly pink hair. Katsuki ignores her, pointing over at the muscular man behind Touya.

“That’s the guy from the club,” Katsuki says.

“Yeah,” Touya says, and then gestures to the woman beside his boyfriend. “That’s the barista from the other day.”

“She wrote her number on your cup,” Katsuki murmurs, his eyes locking with Touya’s.

“I didn’t notice,” Touya says, but the burning in Katsuki’s eyes has his blood rushing to his cock so fast that he nearly drops the shovel.

They stare at one another in shocked silence for a moment, and then Touya tosses the shovel to the side and Katsuki lunges at him, harshly grabbing handfuls of his hair as he crashes their lips together. Touya kisses back with just as much fervor, gripping the blonde’s hips and grinding against him, both of them groaning, their dicks harder than ever before.

Touya backs Katsuki up against a tree and then harshly spins him around, shoving his chest against it and tugging both of their pants down just past their asses. Touya brings his hand up to his mouth and spits into his palm, using it to weakly lube up his cock.

His other hand grips one of Katsuki’s ass cheeks, pulling it enough to reveal his hole, and Touya eagerly lines himself up, thrusting inside in one hard movement. Katsuki curses loudly, arching his back to take him in deeper, and Touya growls under his breath, roughly gripping his boyfriend’s hips as he pounds into him.

Katsuki pushes back to meet each thrust, both of them feeling their pleasure reaching new levels of euphoria, panting and moaning as the rough slapping of skin fills the night air.

Touya’s grip is hard, painful, undoubtedly adding to the beautiful fingerprint marks he’d left only a few hours ago, and Katsuki screams as he’s tipped over the edge.

Streams of cum squirt out over the tree trunk, and Touya groans as Katsuki clenches down, only needing a few more thrusts before he buries his cock deep inside and fills his boyfriend up.

“Fuck,” Touya moans, shoving Katsuki harder against the tree as he grinds up into him.

Katsuki turns his head to look back at him, and Touya eagerly leans in to kiss him. They both pant heavily into the kiss, not caring that it’s uncoordinated and too wet.

Touya slowly pulls out and quickly tugs Katsuki’s pants up before fixing his own. He squats down then, grabbing a handful of dirt and rubbing it over the cum stains on the tree, which has Katsuki snickering.

“You’re smarter than you look, metalface,” Katsuki says.

Touya smirks smugly at him. “Smart enough to choose the world’s best fucking boyfriend.”

—

The little beachside town is cozy, the small downtown area full of little tourist traps in the form of gift shops and vendors, all selling a variety of overpriced items.

Katsuki and Touya walk into one of the gift shops, hands clasped as they look around, ignoring the TV up by the front counter as a reporter talks about the rise in murders across the country over the past three years.

“Aw, doll, it’s you!” Touya says, picking up a plushie Pomeranian with an angry expression embroidered on its pale fur.

“Oh, fuck you,” Katsuki says with a laugh, swatting him upside the head.

“I’m getting it,” Touya says, dropping his boyfriend’s hand and giving the plush toy a squeeze. “I’m gonna cuddle it whenever I miss you.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

Touya snickers, but turns to walk up to the front counter with his find. He sets it down, not paying much attention to the young man behind the counter.

“This is pretty cute,” the guy says.

“Yup,” Touya says as he holds out the cash.

The cashier blushes when their fingers brush as he takes the money, clearing his throat. “So, are you new around here?”

“Just visiting,” Touya says.

“Oh?” The cashier says, a nervous smile curling his lips. “I’m a local, I could show you the best places to… y’know… have a good time.”

Katsuki steps up beside Touya, curling a hand possessively around his boyfriend’s hips as he sneers at the cashier, narrowing his eyes at the man’s limp black hair and red eyes, a small scar above the left.

“No thanks, we’re good,” Katsuki says.

“Oh, sorry,” the man says, his blush darkening as he looks away to grab Touya’s change.

Katsuki taps his boyfriend’s hip twice and Touya tilts his head at the cashier before looking to Katsuki and giving him a subtle nod. The cashier turns around and Katsuki leans over the counter, looking at the man with lidded eyes.

“Actually, if you’d be willing to bring both of us…” Katsuki trails off, his voice a low, seductive purr. “We would love to go somewhere nice and private.”

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

happy wip wednesday! had this thought when I woke up then this post reminded me of it again later in the day so here we are. also posting a bit more than usual for wip weds because I think it needs the context! I may even post a bit of the following scene for next week’s wip weds but only time will tell

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Izzy's already running late for work  - well, technically on time but late for Izzy - when he hears a faint knock followed by someone yelling "Postal service!" He quickly opens the door, muffled footsteps already fading down the hall, to find a package sitting in the middle of the hallway. Probably the toaster oven. His old one hadn't survived the move, and after 12 years of service it was probably time for a new one anyway. Without a second thought he brings the package inside and sets it with the rest of the kitchen boxes to unpack tomorrow.

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The first thing Izzy realizes when he opens the box is that there is no way a toaster oven was sent in this many small, individually boxed pieces. Maybe it's some of the smaller items he'd ordered? That specific type of light bulb he didn't realize the lamp he bought would need, mounting hardware for the TV? Or the-- His thoughts are quickly disputed by the second thing he realizes: the box is full of sex toys. What the fuck?

Curious who would send this to him (maybe Ed as a housewarming gag gift? But there’s so much in here...), he folds down the top flap and checks the sender: ‘Innovation Inc.’, not all that helpful. He’s racking his brain for some recognition of the sender’s address when his eyes catch another name on the box: ‘Jack Rackham’. Oh. Well that makes sense. The previous tenant must have ordered to the old address by accident. Izzy starts contemplating how much effort it will take to tape the box back up (without it looking like someone opened it) and get it forwarded to the right address when he notices that not only does the box not have his name on it, it doesn’t even have his apartment number on it. Shit. He makes his way over to the entryway and looks out the peephole, holding his breath while begging whatever forces of nature control these things that he’s wrong.

He’s not wrong.

The chunky dark numbers are there clear as day, staring at him from the door across the hall: 309. Shit. Shit shit shit, shit. Shit! How the fuck is he supposed to explain to his neighbor, make that his new and directly-across-the-hall neighbor, that not only did he steal his package but he also opened it and now knows exactly what its contents are?

[bitemedotmp3]

❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜

She can't say that. Can she?

Even as Mika laughs, Uzi considers the facts. She can swear, she has sweared (sworn?), but that word... That's the one all teenagers dream of. The F-Word. She's never said it yet, hasn't found the right moment. If needs to be impactful, it needs to mean something. It needs to be like, when her dad won't let her go out to see her boyfriend or something. A real nice 'Eff you, dad!'

But another issue is that Uzi isn't sure she's heard Mika swear before. It just... doesn't seem to fit her image, to say something like that. That's for hardcore and rebellious teens, not a schoolgirl with pink hair and a halo. Or maybe that's the point, the contrast? You don't expect a girl like that to just drop an f-bomb in the middle of a conversation.

"Uh, Uzi? Are you there?"

There's a gentle beeping sound as Uzi blinks a few times, and she stares, wide-eyed. "Huh? O-oh, yeah. What were we talking about, again?"

"You said your father left you to die?"

"Oh. Oh! Yeah, that- He did. Closed the door on me and a Disassembly Drone, and he had no idea it was the single nice one."

Maybe she misheard her. Maybe Mika had said 'messed up' and Uzi's processors heard it wrong. That made a little more sense, right? This city's been messing with her programming in weird ways anyway, so maybe her hardware's bugging a bit. She'll just run some diagnostics later, and-

"Wait, that's the one you're dating now, right?"

"Ah- Yeah, N. He tried to kill me, but to be fair, I also tried to kill him. But, y'know, it's complicated."

Mika laughs again, and Uzi doesn't think it's that funny. Next time she'll have to see what kind of baggage the other girl is carrying so she can make fun of her.

"That- that really is fucked up," says Mika between laughs.

Uzi narrows her eyes. She didn't mishear after all. "Just sounds really forced, coming from you," she mutters.

"Did you say something?"

"Nothing important. Okay, it's your turn now. You gotta tell me something... something messed up."

Still have to hold onto that first time. Make it count.

[forays-into-fiction]

Rise and Shine

You and Eddie have been dating for a while now, moved in to your own place, really settled in. You prefer to wear as little clothing as possible, especially in these warmer months, but that might not always be the best idea. 

Request fill for Anon, hope you like it.

Minors DNI

Contains: Slight Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Slight Rockstar!Eddie/Reader, Petnames (Babe, Sweetheart), Finger Sucking, Unprotected Sex, Public Sex, Degradation/Name-calling (Slut)

With summer creeping in and the nights getting warmer you had begun to forgo even more of your clothing than usual, not that Eddie had any complaints about it, particularly when it led to most mornings starting with soft, sleepy sex before breakfast.

The freedom of living in your own apartment was a godsend, not that you didn’t like Eddie’s uncle Wayne, but it was beginning to get cramped in that trailer of theirs. Living there also meant donning more clothing than you’d like for the sake of modesty, but all that was a thing of the past.

This morning in particular you had awoken, hands reaching out in search of your boyfriend, but you were met with the empty expanse of cool sheets instead. Groaning and rising bleary-eyed you only just register the faint sounds of a guitar from the living room. Your back pops as you stretch your arms out overhead and make your way to the bedroom door in nothing but your bra and panties.

Trudging past the living room into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes you mumble, “G’mornin Eds.”

The guitar stops suddenly with an unexpected twang of the strings as you’re filling the kettle.

“Uhhh… babe…” Eddie gasps.

You reply without turning, “Yeah? Want a coffee?”

“No… babe.” He persists, sounding slightly panicked

You continue reaching for your mug, the cannister of coffee, going through the motions, “What’s up?”

“Y/N turn around.” He hisses. You do and spot the rest of his band all sitting around the coffee table.

“Oh fuck…” You scramble to duck behind the counter as they chuckle at you, “… uhhhh good morning, guys.” You call out with a wince.

“Oh no, it is a great morning.” Gareth replies cheekily, only to be met with Eddie’s ringed hand clapping him across the back of the head.

“Oww. Hey, geez watch the hardware, Munson.”

“Watch what you say to my girlfriend, Emerson.” He retorts.

“What? All I said was it’s a great morning.” He feigns innocence.

Eddie sends a glare his way in response.

Peering over the counter you see Eddie shrugging off his shirt, balling it up and tossing it over to you.

“Thank you.” You shout out as you slip his shirt over your head before reappearing.

“So, uh… umm sorry for… interrupting. Has Eddie offered you guys anything to eat or drink?” You try to move past the incident without comment.

“No, he hasn’t. Such terrible host that boyfriend of yours.” Jeff answers for the group as they shake their heads.

“I can make breakfast for all of us if you’re hungry, I can do pancakes, or eggs and bacon or French toast-”

Gareth cuts you off, “I think we all know what Eddie would rather be eating.”

“Jesus Christ dude shut up!” He gives him a shove.

In hopes of dispelling the tension, you try a different topic, “So, uh what brings you fine gentlemen ‘round this time of the morning?”

“Didn’t Eddie tell you?” Clarke speaks up for the first time.

“Shit, no I forgot.” Eddie gasps.

“Yeah, clearly…” You gesture down to your torso.

“Sorry babe.” He replies sheepishly, “Corroded Coffin booked a new gig. We wanted to go over some of our stuff, revise the set list, practice a bit you know.”

“Oh my god babe, that’s amazing!” You move to go to him but falter after the first step, “Pants… I need pants. One sec.”

You scurry back to the bedroom and pull on your own clothes, returning carrying Eddie’s shirt loosely in your hand. You pass it back to him and he pulls it on over his head. You lay a kiss on the crown of his head as his shirt settles over him and plop down on the couch beside him.

“I am so proud of you,” you beam at him before turning to the rest of the guys, “of all of you!”

They mutter a bashful chorus of thanks in response.

“Really though, are you guys hungry or thirsty or anything? ‘Cause I’m making coffee and pancakes for me.” You ask before rising from the couch.

They all mumble various words of assent and you get to work as they return to their earlier discussions and practice.

You lay out everything on the dining table before calling them all over. They tuck in eagerly and you begin, “So, tell me more about this gig, guys.”

“Well, it’s at The Patio, we may be able to get a standing gig if this one goes well.” Eddie answers piling pancakes onto his plate.

“I’m sure it’ll be great. You guys get the setlist figured out?”

“Yep, think we got it all sorted, right?” He looks to the guys and they agree.

“Yep, think we’re good, man” Gareth supplies.

“You want some cream with that babe? We all know how much you love your… cream.” You tease with a smirk, offering Eddie the canister of whipped cream.

Gareth snorts as Eddie reaches out for it, “What?” he asks puzzled.

Jeff tries to hide his smirk behind his coffee as Clarke chuckles, “Cream.”

Eddie looks over at you noticing your smirk, “… oh, not you too babe. They got you teasing me now too? You seemed to quite enjoy my fondness for cream just a couple of nights ago.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining babe, I love how much you love… cream.”

“Shut up…”

“Awww, come on Eds don’t pout. So, when’s the show? Am I invited?” You poke his arm playfully.

“Not if you keep bullying me.” He stabs at his pancakes.

“Oh, don’t listen to ‘im y/n, of course you’re invited.” Jeff adds.

“It’s this Wednesday at seven.” Gareth mumbles swallowing his mouthful of food.

“I will be there.”

Wednesday comes around quickly and you find yourself at The Patio in the perfect spot right by the stage watching Eddie and the guys introduce themselves.

The crowd gives an encouraging little cheer as they begin, you cheer Eddie’s name and he gives you a little grin.

You could watch him performing on a stage like this for the rest of your life. He’s always had a flare for the dramatic, but this is where he truly comes to life, losing himself to the music. His eyes always search out for yours in the crowd and when they meet it’s like electricity surging through you.

The way he looks right now sets your heart racing, his clothing clinging to his sweaty body, hair plastered to his forehead and the back of his neck, eyes sparkling, grinning madly, fingers dancing along the fretboard.

And fuck are you wet, he has you dripping every time he takes the stage and by now, he fucking knows it too. All the times he had you bent over a bathroom sink, in the back of his van, once even over the hood of someone else’s car and all right after a Corroded Coffin performance.

When they all stumble off stage Eddie beelines towards you, sweeping you up in a heated embrace, kissing you sloppily. He pulls back breathlessly, “How’d we do, babe?”

“Amazing as always, come on let’s get some drinks.” You tug on his arm leading him over to the bar.

The two of you find yourselves a little booth, drinks in hand and you plop down beside him. The rest of the band join shortly after with their own drinks and you congratulate them on a wonderful performance. 

They’re all chatting, but you can’t focus on what they’re saying, because Eddie’s hand has slipped under the table and is creeping up your thigh. When he reaches the hem of your dress, he pushes it aside and continues until he meets the sodden lace of your panties. 

He teases you over them with a little smirk never breaking the flow of conversation. You try your best to remain straight-faced but when he pulls your panties to the side and slips his fingers between your folds you let out a little gasp. 

Jeff looks over at you, “You ok, y/n? You’re looking a little sweaty, too warm in here for you?”

You grit your teeth and barely manage an answer, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Why don’t you step out for some fresh air?” He suggests.

“Hmm… oh, yeah that’s a good idea. Eddie, you wanna come with me?” You hiss.

“As the lady wishes.” He replies smugly before ever so slowly removing his hand from your panties.

You stand on shaky legs, assuring them, “Be back in a minute guys.”

Eddie slides out of his seat to stand beside you, holding out his hand for you to take… the same hand he just had rubbing at your cunt, still slick with your juices.

You take his offered hand, face heating even more so, how that was even possible you didn’t know.

He leads you outside down an alley by the bar, you hiss at him “You are an absolute menace, Munson.”

He spins around pushing you against the brick wall, leaning in close, his hand moving to cup the back of your head lest you bump it on the wall, “Oh, am I now little Miss ‘You Want Cream With That’?”

His other hand slips back under your dress as he teases, “See, I don’t think your dripping, little pussy agrees with you. Think she wants my ‘cream’ too. Just look at how you’ve drenched your panties.”

His fingers return to your slick folds and he swirls your wetness around your clit, you whimper in response, “Please Eddie… need more.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, sweetheart. What do you want first… my fingers or my dick?”

“Can… can I have both?” You pant desperately.

“Greedy… you want both? Tell me, sweetheart… how d’ya want it?”

“Wan’ your dick inside me and I wanna suck on your fingers… please.”

“Alrigh’, since you asked so nice an’ all. Can you lift up your dress for me?”

You do as he asks, ruching up the fabric of your dress in both hands, holding it above your hips. Hand dropping from behind your head, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers ‘til they sit pressed just beneath his balls, heavy with cum. 

His weepy, ruddy cock stands proudly, jutting out from his thatch of curls and he rubs a hand along its length spreading his precum. He tugs your panties down to your knees and guides his cock between your folds, running the tip up and down through your arousal.

He eases in inch by inch and when he’s fully seated inside you, his eyes meet your own and he’s darting in for a searing kiss, swallowing up all the little noises you make. He pulls away panting, “You ready for my fingers now too?”

You nod, humming in response.

His hand comes up to your lips, wet with both your slick and his precum as he begins thrusting shallowly. Your tongue drops out laving over his digits before slowly sinking down over his pointer finger, moaning around it pathetically, eyes fluttering shut.

His other hand returns to your head, tugging on your hair lightly. You’re whining and drooling all over his fingers as he adds another, his hips increasing their pace, slamming into you with abandon.

“You like that huh, dirty little slut you are… so fucking wet, just soaking my cock and balls…”

You clamp down around him arousal flooding through you as he continues, “Yeah, you do… you know anyone could walk down here and see us, what would they think of you, slobbering on my fingers, getting split open by my cock against a brick wall…”

His hand drops from your head to flick at your swollen clit and it sends you into orbit, his fingers muffling your cries as your walls flutter around his cock, hips rising to meet his erratically.

His hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he unloads with a cry of his own, coating your slick channel with his seed. He slips out of you, both fingers and cock, leaving you a quivering mess, he pulls your panties back into place giving your thigh a quick squeeze along the way.

You let your crinkled dress fall back into place as he brushes your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek and leaning in for a gentle kiss.

Pulling away he teases breathily, “So, how’d you like your ‘cream’?”

“Oh, it was quite good actually. You know when it comes to ‘cream’, I am especially fond of creampies.” You tease back.

“Who’s the fucking menace now, huh?” He laughs.

“Should we… should we head back in?” You swipe a hand over your chin, clearing off the drool.

He nods rightening his own clothing, tucking himself away, before leading you back in arm in arm.

[nat-20s]

tips for stealing from hobby lobby? thats really impressive

I can give you some tips for stealing from big box retail stores in general babey!

-a lot of what people look out for when identifying potential shoplifters is just profiling. While some of this is, shittily enough, racial profiling (shoplifting is definitely easier if you're white :/), some of it is just other appearances things that are within your control so in line with that:

-be aware of how you're dressed, and if you can, blend in to what people in the store would typically be wearing. Dirty jeans with oil stains on them don't make you stand out in a hardware store, but they do at a craft store, and wearing a big handmade chunky sweater is the opposite. As a general rule I would say dress nicely but casually- if you look like you've showered recently and your clothes are clean, employees are much less likely to take notice of you

-related: hoodies with a big pocket in the front are often viewed as sus in a way that a jacket with big pockets are not

-speaking of pockets: my recommendations is to have them larger and not tight to your body, and already have some stuff like keys/wallet bulking them out so it doesn't look visually different when you stuff some. idk yarn or jewelry or snacks or whatnot in there

-also be aware of, if you're planning to steal things that are big enough that they'll need a bag rather than a pocket, I HIGHLY recommend going with a purse or satchel or MAYBE grocery bag. Backpacks set off red alarms for a lot of people

NOW TO ATTITUDE

-If you've never shoplifted before, I would start with something small that can easily slip into a pocket. A good part of not being suspicious is not seeming suspicious, and starting small gets you used to the, like, feeling of stealing and what your nervousness levels are. ALSO if you start with a single item and you get caught with it, you can absolutely go with the "oh shit I forgot I had this. god I can be so spacey sometimes" defense

-depending on the store, I will also say if you're carrying $100 worth of stuff in your pockets, go ahead and buy 5-10 dollars worth of stuff. After all, you're going through the line and paying for things, of course you're not stealing! *wink wonk* i don't do this with hobby lobby bc fuck hobby lobby, but i have done this with other places

-be relaxed. meander a bit. wander the aisles looking at stuff. when you pick up things to steal i also recommend putting them in your pocket/bag in a different aisle, as some merch has special cameras watching them

-if an employee comes up to you, I recommend being cheerful and polite! I recommend this anyway, as you should be good to retail workers, but if they seem to have come up to you apropos of nothing, they might be suspicious. In that case I would a: definitely do the purchase a small amount so you can take the big amount more easily and b: if they ask if they can help you find anything, say yes! Come up with something that the store either has or might have. Then once the employee shows you where it is (or, in some cases, just tells you), you can "decide" something about it is not quite to your liking, and say thank them for their help anyway. confidence and ease is key

GENERAL TIPS

-be smart about what you're stealing! those door scanners that some places have are usually for like magnetic or rfid tags. If there's weird rainbowy stickers or those like tag things:

then you either don't steal those or have to remove them first, otherwise those door scanners WILL go off

-for cameras: honestly? if you're not stealing massive things, it's incredibly rare that anybody is gonna check those, and it's also incredibly rare that anybody is actually watching those. hell, a bunch of retail stores don't even have any members of the team for security

-other things: big box stores have limits for how much can be stolen and how much their insurance covers. Quite a few places see people steal items that are under like $50 or so and simply don't give a shit

-if you make it out the door, you're pretty much untouchable. literally. Retail employees are 100% forbidden from chasing you.

-retail employees that in late teens/early 20s have a high chance of not being paid enough to care. you can use this to your advantage

-don't hit places too often. even though most retail employees will forget your face as soon as you're out of view, if you're there enough, you will be recognized as a regular. this is great as a customer terrible as a shoplifter. If you can go at different times of day/week that's also good, as they are likely to have different people on different shifts

-while i do firmly believe it is always morally correct to steal from corporations (doubly so for hobby lobby, where it's actually more morally correct to steal than to buy), please don't steal from small independent shops. the hole in the wall bookstore with a cat doesn't have the same resources, set up, or even rules as Big Box Whatever you know? It's much more likely that stealing will screw over employees and much more likely you'll get caught

Anyway, have fun, be a more generic version of yourself in the store, and enjoy your new Five Finger Discount!

[shigarakis-cumdump]

An Unhealthy Obsession- Shigaraki x reader

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Shigarakiscumdump/works

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Summary: Short yandere fic based off the song “An Unhealthy Obsession,” by The Blake Robinson Synth. Orchestra. 

Cw: yandere and stalker tendencies

Word count: 1.9k 

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Many people would call Shigarki the creepy type if they saw him on the street. Slouched over, face always buried in his phone with his hoodie covering the rest. He looked like your local creep who hung around popular stores and malls by himself. He would go to one mall in particular, even more so after he realized they had a Game Stop there. He would frequently go in to browse, and while he was checking out one day, he met you behind the counter.

“Will this be all?” you ask in your sweet customer service voice, with your head slightly tilted. Shigaraki froze in place. No one this pretty has ever talked to him before.

“Um, yeah, that’s all.” he says quickly, looking down to the ground while you're bagging his games.

“This one’s my favorite; I’ve been playing non-stop since it came out, have fun with it!” you say as you hand the bag back. And you play games? Could it get any more perfect?!

“Thanks,” he managed before walking out of the store and finding the closest bathroom. He locked the stall door and sat down. With his heartbeat in his cock, he couldn’t stop thinking of how innocent your voice sounded, and how pretty you looked. He decided from then on you were his next obsession.

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Shigaraki visited the store so often he learned your schedule. He would watch others make small talk with you, and it made him want to steal you for himself. His blood boiled when someone else would make you laugh. Soon enough, seeing you at your work wasn’t enough. He wanted to know more about you. So he followed you home one day. He kept his distance, being too scared of appearing creepy to people around him. You lived a few blocks away from him, who knew!This made it very easy for Shigaraki to stake out across the street and just watch you for hours. You always kept your windows open, maybe for the natural light? He appreciated it though; in his eyes, you left your blinds open for him. So he could watch as you dance around your room with your dog, and then relax and watch tv, hugging a pillow as you accidentally fall asleep. You were precious, and he realized all you wanted, all you needed, was someone like him to cuddle up into, to make sure you were safe. After all, there were too many creeps who could hurt you- he was just making sure they didn't get to you.

Shigaraki made it back to his place, but you never left his head. He went from sitting in the bushes, to sitting hunched over his desk, looking up your name on every search engine imaginable. “Bingo!” he says once he finds your socials. He scrolls down your page, seeing your stories about going to conventions earlier in the summer, spending time with your friends and- oh? What’s this? You were hugging a boy in this picture. Shigaraki zoomed in to get a good look at his face. “Why would you want a bastard like him?” he grunted angrily. He clicked on his profile and saw a post of you two eating at “your favorite restaurant” together for his birthday. The post was from the beginning of this year, so maybe you weren’t still with the guy. I mean Shigaraki didn’t see anyone while he was stalking you, which was a good sign.

Over time, his camera roll would fill up with screenshots of you off of your profile, shaky pictures he snapped of you while you were working, etc. He was in the store just when you worked now, because any other time he was following paces behind you to wherever your pretty feet were taking you. Stepping up to the counter with a few games, you began checking him out. His voice low and quiet as he asked, “Do you play games often?”

“Oh sure! Whenever I have free time, really. But lately I’ve been too busy. We should totally play together sometime!” you beam. Play together? He wanted to do a lot more than that .

“C-Cool, then I’ll see you through a screen next time,” Shigaraki scratches his neck awkwardly. You give him that practiced smile you show to all the customers. “Oh, what time do you get out?” he asks, and you give him a confused look. “S-so I know when to hop on! Just in case..” he drifts off, trying to keep cool. You tell him around 8, and he leaves. That’s perfect. Gives him just enough time to run some errands.

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Shigaraki went to the hardware store and got the smallest cameras he would find. He hurried over to your place, and prayed the key was still under the rug where you left it. And it was! He unlocked your door, and your small dog ran up to him, jumping on his leg. “You’re a friendly little guy, aren’t you?” he says, leaning down to pet the dog. Don’t get distracted ! He reminded himself. He began by setting a few cameras up in your room, one facing each corner. This gave him a perfect view of your bed, desk, and closet. While he was in there, he picked up a piece of thin red fabric off the ground. He inhaled deeply, to smell a sweet and salty scent. He shoved them into his pockets for later, and finished placing the cameras.

Back out in the living room, your dog was following him around. Shigaraki knelt down and gave him a pat. He read the dog's collar; apparently his name was Shiro. Cute. “You want something, Shiro? You need some food?” he asked, looking around for his dog dish. He found it and filled it up and then sat on the couch. He took your panties out of his pocket, giving them another whiff. The smell shot straight down to his groin, heating him up. He pulled his phone out and went to his album just for you and scrolled through the pictures. He loved you so dearly, and one day you would know just how much he cherished you. He played back the small interactions the two of you had, and all the memories you’d have together in the future. He palmed his hardening cock, head leaning back on the couch.

It was 6:30, he still had a few more hours before you were back. He revealed his dick from his sweatpants, his tip leaking pre. He put your red panties in his hand, and started to jerk himself off- the soft lace brushing against the underside of his dick. His breathing became hitched and sporadic at the thought of you underneath him making the same noises. No, he wasn’t experienced, but you would teach him everything he needed to know!

“Y/N… god you’re so tight..” he groaned. His hips thrusting up into you as you let out lewd noises for him. He grabbed your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“God please- fuck, I’m close, Shiggy!” you whined under him, twitching with your back arched and a tit in his mouth. The thoughts that filled his mind went directly to his cock. Shigaraki humped his hand, wishing it could be you, waiting for when it was you. Maybe you’d even fuck on this couch, who knows. He quickly finished and made sure to leave nothing behind before heading out and staking out behind the bushes again.

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You throw yourself on the couch as always, sitting where he sat just an hour ago. You made yourself some tea as you turned the tv on. It wasn’t too late, meaning Shigaraki could watch you for a bit.

A little later, you make yourself dinner. You take the trash out and leave it by the road. Shigaraki, being the weirdo he is, makes his way across the street, dangerously close to your front window, to snoop through your trash. There had to be something good in there. . He rummaged through your trash to find empty take out containers, some paper, and- chapstick? He wasn’t big on using it himself, but if it was yours, it was automatically going on his lips. He thought of it like an indirect kiss from his one and only. It had a taste of sweet strawberries, probably what you would taste like if he ever had the chance to kiss you. One day, he keeps telling himself. He pulls out his phone to check your room cameras and he sees you starting up your pc. Right! You asked to game with him earlier!  Shigaraki raced back home to load his game, praying he would find you in one of the local servers. There was FlameThrower2050 , TheRadicalDude , SuckItRight , and Shiro’sCloud online. You had to be the last one. He shot you a direct message, asking if you were up for a game, and you said yes. You actually said yes! Of course, you didn’t know it was him. You went into a private lobby and you turned on your headset. “Hey, can you hear me?” you asked innocently. Your pure voice went right through his heart. “Uh yeah, you sound great,” he blurts out. “Oh, Shigaraki?” you remembered his name?! This left him ecstatic. The game starts and you play a few rounds, Shigaraki being in heaven. You ended up beating him. In every. Single. Round. A bit embarrassing for him, but you laughed it off and didn’t make fun of him for it. Oddly, that stuck with him. You were so nice the whole time- he couldn’t wait to talk to you at work tomorrow!

It was getting late, which is why you had to go, which also meant Shigaraki got to watch you on the cameras. He pulled out his phone, switching to the view of your bed. You crawled in with just panties and an oversized shirt on, how cute. You scrolled on your phone for a little, until it dropped on your chest and you fell asleep. Your phone battery is gunna die, silly… Shigaraki thinks to himself. He could always go over and plug it in for you. No! That was too dangerous!! What if you wake up when he’s standing over you? Certainly that’s not a good impression to leave. He argues with himself for a bit before he’s out of the house, running down the street. His feet carry him all the way back to your place. He grabs the key and goes for the door. It was unlocked. You left it unlocked for him? How nice of you! He sneaks in and Shiro is quick to jump on him. Shiro took quite a liking to him. He tiptoed over to your room, looking at your sleeping body through the door crack. He opened the door slightly, going in and looming over you. He pried the phone from out of your hands and plugged it in for you. You would thank him later; tomorrow! When you’d see him next. Shigaraki zoned out, watching you sleep soundly for a good hour, stealing pictures of you while you were snoring, and getting a quick sniff of your hair. He had stayed there a lot longer than intended, the sun starting to rise. He snuck out of your room and locked the door on his way out.

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“Oh, hey!” Shigaraki hears your pleasant voice call out to him from the counter. “Last night was a lot of fun; how about we play again tonight?” you ask him. He immediately says yes, his heart doing flips in his chest. This was the start of something good.

[eddiesbabe95]

We Just Don't Work Part 8

EDDIE'S POV

Eddie did not sleep at all last night. He stayed up, trying to think of what he was going to say to you. He knew that whatever he was going to say, it had to come out perfect, because this would be his only shot to make things right.

He had to fix what he broken. He had to make things better, even if that meant only making things better for you and you alone.

When he called you this morning, he was not really expecting you to pick up. When you picked up and he told you who it was, he was even more shocked when you didn't hang up.

"Eddie? What's going on? Is there something you need?" you asked. Eddie cleared his throat, prepared for you to tell him to buzz off.

"Uhm, yeah actually there is. I was wondering," Eddie almost chokes up on his words but coughs to cover it up. "I was wondering if me and Uncle Wayne could stop over this morning if you are free and feeling up to it. I was hoping we could talk. Uncle Wayne wants to check on you after yesterday and then he will wait outside."

Eddie rubs his hand on the back of his neck, waiting for you to decline his request. He hears silence on the line, and his nerves begin to wrack up.

"Uhm, I mean. Yeah, I guess that would be alright. How does 9 sound?" Eddie almost drops the phone in disbelief. This was happening.

We'll be there. Just then, Wayne comes walking into the kitchen and pats Eddie on the back. "Get a shower and throw on good and clean clothes boy. You are fixing this fuck up."

8:45am The Way Over

Eddie chewed on all of his nails, until they were all but stubs. "Eddie, you are making me nervous with all that chewing and bitin', would you just calm down?" Wayne sighs, pulling into y/n's apartment complex lot.

"Uncle Wayne, what if I say the wrong thing and everything gets messed up again? What if I hurt her worse?" Wayne turns the truck off and lays his hand on Eddie's shoulder.

"Son, I'm going to give this to straight. If you love her, what you say to her will come from your heart. You won't need to practice what you have to say because it will already be inside of here," he takes his hand and pats Eddie's chest.

"You need to apologize for your actions and for how you left things. You ran from her when she was most vunerable to you. That really hurts a person. Layin their heart on the line and then having .that person crush it in front of em. If you love her boy, You have to grow up, be a man and be willing to fix this whether you are scared or not."

Eddie knew Wayne was right. Eddie nodded at Wayne and silently thanked him. He also thanked who or whatever was listening that he had Wayne as a father figure. He would be absolutely lost without him, that is for sure.

"You go on up, I'll come up after you two talk. I need to run over to Jack's hardware for something anyways." Eddie gets out and watches Wayne walk over across the street.

Eddie swallows and heads up to the building. He sees y/n's button and presses it. "Hello?" her voice comes across the speaker. "Uh, hey it's Eddie."

He waits for a second and then hears a click and assumes the door has unlocked. He pulls and it opens. He is greeted by y/n, standing outside her door.

"Where's Wayne?" she looks around, as though Eddie may have lied to her. "Across the street. He said he wanted us to talk first, while he picked up something. Then he would stop and visit you." Eddie said, looking down but not moving forward just yet.

"Oh," she said. "Well, come inside then," she tells him. This actually surprises Eddie, thinking she would tell him to fuck off. He looks up and follows her in.

He follows her to her couch, taking in her little but cute apartment. It suite her. "Do you want a drink or anything?" she asked, making her way to the kitchen, grabbing herself a water from her fridge.

"I'm good, thanks." Eddie couldn't get over how sweet she was being to him after their initial meeting the other day. Was this all put on? He didn't know or care really. It was finally time to lay his cards on the table.

"Y/N, I think it's finally time to really tell you the reason I ran that day at Lover's lake." Eddie swallowed, jumping right into it. He didn't know if she was ready or not, but when he looked at her, she was sitting crossed-legged, staring very intensely at him, not breaking eye contact whatsoever.

"I didn't run away because I didn't want you Y/N. And I didn't tell you we didn't work because I didn't feel like you and me didn't belong together." Eddie runs his hand through his hair.

He knew this would be hard to tell her. It's as though he was back at the lake, his chest was on fire, feeling things he didn't understand. He was scared, excited, frightened, and terrified.

" Why did you leave me there after I kissed you and practically threw myself at you? I told you I was in love with you, kissed you, and you. You kissed me back for a split second. And then all of the sudden, you ran away like I had a disease. Why Eddie?"

Eddie could hear her voice break. He knew he was on borrowed time and he better spit out what he was trying to say before he didn't get a chance to.

"I ran away because I felt these feelings inside of me that terrified me y/n. I didn't know what they were or how to express them and I got scared and ran away." Eddie looked at y/n at the exact moment she was wiping a tear from her cheek.

Eddie got up and moved over to the floor by her feet.

"Y/N, if I knew then what I know now, I would've never have ran. I ran away because those feelings I was having? I was in love with you. I ran because I couldn't understand those feelings at that time. Now I do and I am so sorry it took me this long to understand that. I am so so sorry I broke you the way that I did. I left you, I abandoned you because I was too stupid and dumb to figure out what feelings were."

Y/N eyes widened as she heard Eddie's words. Eddie was worried at what her expression meant. He didn't know how she was going to take what he just said. Especially after all of these years. So, he just sat at her feet, waiting for her to say something. Anything. Finally, she looked down at him.

"Eddie?" she said softly.

Eddie looked up at her, worried at what she was going to say next. "There's something I need to tell you."

[btsqualityy]

Assuage: The Mating Ceremony

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, spitting, mentions of impregnation, impregnation kink, knotting, and creampie

Author’s Note: This is an extra imagine for the Assuage universe! I also plan on writing another imagine of their pregnancy so stay tuned for that! I hope you guys enjoy this!

Six Months after the Epilogue 

“Are you sure that this is going to hold up this time?” An elder Alpha named Beom-soo asked. 

“Yes, I reinforced the bed frame so you shouldn’t have anymore issues,” Yoongi nodded as he stood outside of the hardware shop. “It would also help if you didn’t destroy it during your ruts.”

“As long as you keep fixing it for me, I’m not gonna listen,” Beom-soo smirked, making Yoongi roll his eyes. “Thanks again.”

“No problem,” Yoongi said, waving as Beom-soo began to carry the bedframe away towards his cabin. Yoongi then walked back inside of the shop, stepping behind the front counter and taking a seat there. He had just barely managed to open the cover to his sketchpad when the bell above the front door rung, signifying that someone had come in. 

“Hi baby,” he smiled, watching as you paced over to him. 

“Hi,” you replied, setting your hands on the counter and leaning over it to press your lips to his in a greeting. “How’s your day been?”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “How about yours? How’d the planning go?”

“My day was ok until I met up with Jin and Hyo to go over the last details of the Ceremony,” you huffed. “I almost wish that we decided against having one because I’m so fucking tired of it all.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re stressed baby,” he said as he took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands. “The Ceremony means a lot to you and you know that you’d regret it if we didn’t do it.”

“I know but now that we’re actually mated, it all seems pointless,” you pouted. “I mean, we’ve already waited six months. Plus, all I wanted was you and I have that now.”

“I know baby,” he cooed, leaning forward and kissing you quickly before pulling away again. “But I have something that I think will make you feel better.”

“What?”

“I finished our rings today,” he revealed and you squealed happily. Even after exchanging mating bites, many couples still chose to adhere to modern standards and wear rings to show their commitment to one another. After talking it over, you both decided that you would exchange rings at the Ceremony but Yoongi’s only condition was that he be the one to make them. 

“Can I see them? I wanna see them!” You chirped and Yoongi chuckled as he shook his head. 

“Nope, you have to wait until two days from now,” he smirked, making you roll your eyes. 

“That’s no way to treat your mate, you know,” you scoffed. 

“Hush,” he laughed, turning your hands over in his so that he could rub his thumbs over your scent gland. “I can’t wait to show everyone that you’re my mate.”

“Me either,” you whispered, moving forward and pressing your lips against his again.

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Two days later, the day of the Mating Ceremony had finally come. You were standing near the front door of what would become your old cabin after the Ceremony, bouncing nervously from one foot to the other. 

Your dress was made of ivory silk and hung over your body in a way that was both careless and graceful at the same time, with several gardenia flowers placed in your hair as well as a bouquet of them in your hands. 

“Well, we’re almost ready,” Namjoon announced as he opened the front door and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. “Hyo just said that Yoongi is walking towards the stream right now and she’ll let us know when we can head that way.”

“Huh?” You asked, shaking your head afterwards as you tried to clear your thoughts. “Oh yeah, ok.”

“Are you alright?” Namjoon wondered as he stepped over to you, setting his hands on your shoulders. 

“Do I seem that hysterical?” You asked. 

“A little,” he smiled. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I’m just nervous,” you confessed. “I mean, your life changes once you’re mated and I don’t know if I can handle it. I don’t like changes, you know that and I’m terrified.”

“Hey, calm down,” he said softly. “Yes, things do change when you mate someone but they’re all good for the most part. Mating someone means that both you and your wolf have found the person that you love the most in the world. You do love Yoongi right?”

“So much,” you whispered. 

“Then let that be the only thought in your mind today,” he told you. “Everything else, you’ll figure out as you go. Alright?”

“Ok,” you smiled. “Thank you for calming me down. You’ve always been there for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for it.”

“Hey, you’re my baby sister,” he reminded you. “I’d give my arm if it meant you being ok.”

“Just an arm?” You joked. 

“Yeah, you’re not worth both of them,” he teased, making you laugh loudly. 

“Thank you for walking me down the aisle today too,” you added. 

“It’s no problem,” Namjoon shrugged. “Dad would want me to.” Before you could say anything in reply though, the front door opened and Hyorin poked her head inside. 

“Alright, it’s time,” she announced and you nodded before looking up at your older brother. 

“Let’s go get you married,” he said as he held his arm out for you and you wrapped your own arm around it, letting him lead you out of your cabin and down the front steps. 

The two of you walked in silence through the small brush of trees and bushes until you reached the stream that sat near the edge of pack territory, where a multitude of benches had been set up as well as a white wedding arch that was covered in gardenias. 

Ae-Jung, an Alpha from the pack, began to play the wedding march on her violin which captured everyone’s attention and made them look at you. You and Namjoon began your slow walk in between the rows of benches before making it to the wedding arch. Namjoon kissed your cheek and you gave him a small smile before stepping forward and taking a hold of Yoongi’s outstretched hand.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi yourself,” he grinned, and you took the time to look him over. He had on a black suit that was perfectly suited to his body, so much so that the muscles in his arms bulged as he tightened his grip on your hand and you had to reign your inner Omega in so that you didn’t present for him in front of the entire pack. 

“You may all be seated,” the Elder Omega who was officiating the Ceremony, So-yi said and the guests followed her instructions before she continued on. “We are gathered here today to witness the bonding in spirit of Yoongi and Y/N. Now, the two of them have chosen to keep this Ceremony as short and sweet as possible so we will move straight into the vows. Yoongi, you may start.”

“Y/N, you are the light of my life,” Yoongi began. “You’re caring and loving, and you inspire me in so many ways. I’ve never met anyone, Alpha, Beta, Omega, or otherwise who carries themselves with a such an air of confidence. You believe that you can do anything you want in this world and that has made me believe in myself more as a result. I love your duality too, how you’re the strongest person that I’ve ever known but yet when we’re alone and it’s just the two of us, you don’t hesitate to let me see the most intimate and vulnerable parts of who you are. You accepted me despite all of my flaws and my trauma and the ugly parts, and you still managed to fall in love with me. I promise that I will spend the rest of our lives together striving to be a better me, for the betterment of us and our lives together.”

“Beautiful,” So-yi smiled before turning to look at you. “Y/N, it’s your turn now.”

“Ok,” you nodded, taking a deep breath to try and calm down from the tears that had begun to spill down your face as soon as Yoongi started talking. 

“It’s ok baby,” he whispered as he reached out, wiping your tears away. “Just talk to me.”

“Yoongi, I never thought back when we first met that we’d ever end up here,” you started. “When we met, you were an Alpha with a bad attitude and a chip on your shoulder. Over time though, you opened up to me and I was able to see who you truly are. You’re caring, kind, and you have the biggest heart of anyone that I know. You feel every emotion that you have with your entire being and as a result, you love me with an intensity that I never thought that I’d be worthy of. Out of all of that though, the best thing about you is that you’re not threatened by me. You allow me to be myself, in all of my strength, and you don’t take it as a slight against you or a challenge. You allowed me to feel comfortable with you and that means more to me than you’ll ever know. I love you so much Min Yoongi and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Now, do the both of you vow to love each other through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, until the Ancestors call either of you to the skies?” So-yi asked. 

“I do,” you and Yoongi replied at the same time. 

“Well, with the blessings of the Ancestors upon you, I now pronounce the two of you bonded mates,” So-yi announced. “Yoongi, you may now kiss your Omega.” Yoongi stepped forward, setting his hands on both of your cheeks and tilting your head upwards before kissing you passionately. The entire pack stood up and cheered loudly as the two of you kissed, and you pulled away from him with a large grin on your face.

“You’re stuck with me now,” you giggled. 

“Lucky for you, that’s what all my dreams consist of,” he smirked. 

.......................................

“Aww, they’re so cute,” Taehyung cooed as he, Jungkook, Hyorin and Namjoon watched you and Yoongi cut into the large Ceremony cake that had been made for the occasion.

“I’m just glad it’s all over,” Hyorin sighed. “She was a fucking bridezilla.”

“Really?” Jungkook asked. “I wouldn’t have pegged her as the type.”

“All Omegas are that type,” Namjoon chuckled. “I remember one time when Hyo and I were planning our Ceremony, she came to me crying over not knowing which napkins to pick.”

“Hey, that was a legitimate concern!” Hyorin shot back. 

“You weren’t like that with ours,” Jungkook murmured as he looked at Taehyung. 

“Oh no, I definitely was but I just managed to not show it to you,” Taehyung smiled. “I waited two years to mate you and I wasn’t gonna scare you off because I acted insane while planning our Ceremony.”

“Touché,” Jungkook shrugged.

“Oh my gosh, look at them,” Hyorin smirked and all of them looked back at you and Yoongi, their eyes collectively widening as they watched the two of you sensually feeding wedding cake to each other. 

“Do they not know we’re all still here?” Namjoon groaned. 

“You know what it’s like to be newly mated Joon-ah,” Hobi said as he walked up to them, followed by Jin and Jimin. 

“I’m surprised that they even made it through the Ceremony honestly,” Jimin giggled. 

“Hey, there are children and elders here!” Jin shouted to the both of you, gasping in shock when you and Yoongi flipped him the middle finger simultaneously as the two of you kissed.

“200 won says that they don’t leave their cabin for a week,” Taehyung said. 

“No way,” Hobi snickered. “They’re both Prime so I’ll see your 200 and raise you 400 won that says they don’t come out for at least two weeks.”

“Regardless of when they come out, I bet you all 1000 won that she comes out pregnant,” Hyorin grinned. “I mean, look at them.” They all looked to their right, seeing how you and Yoongi were now scenting each other with your faces buried in each other’s necks. Yoongi’s grip was tight on your waist as he held you close to him, and the mixture of the both of your scents began to flitter throughout the dining hall. 

“I’m with Hyo,” Namjoon said and everyone murmured as they begun to shake hands on their bets. 

.......................................

“God, look at you baby,” Yoongi murmured as he slowly thrusted into you. After the party celebrating your Ceremony was over, Yoongi carried you in his arms to your newly built and furnished cabin, that Yoongi had mostly built himself with a little help from Jungkook and Hobi. It didn’t take long for Yoongi to strip both himself and you before laying you out on the bed and fucking into you. 

“Yoongi, fuck,” you whimpered, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“You’re opening up so good for me,” he groaned. “Submitting for your Alpha.”

“My Alpha,” you echoed, making him smile. 

“That’s right baby, I’m yours,” he promised. 

“Gonna spend the rest of your life with me?” You wondered and he nodded. 

“If you’ll have me,” he joked and you laughed while poking at his scent gland with your finger. 

“Just don’t fuck it up,” you threatened him. 

“I won’t baby, ever,” he swore, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your lips. He began to fuck you harder as he pulled away from your lips, setting his forehead against yours as you moaned loudly. 

“You gonna give me pups baby?” He whispered and you nodded your head rapidly, your orgasm winding to it’s end in your gut. 

“Come inside of me Alpha,” you begged. “Want your cum, want a pup.”

“Stick your tongue out,” he instructed you and you did so, whimpering lightly when he let a glob of spit slide out of his mouth and onto your waiting tongue. You instantly swallowed it, opening your mouth again to show him that it was gone. 

“God, I’m gonna come,” he grumbled. “Alpha’s gonna fill you up with his cum and make you give me a pup, ok?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you sobbed, your orgasm crashing into you from his dirty talk. As you came, your walls clenching around his cock triggered his orgasm as well, his knot swelling as he pushed it inside of you. You moaned in contentment as you felt his cum pour into you and your arms fell from their place around their neck onto the bed as you felt your limbs become jelly-like. 

“You ok Y/N-ah?” He whispered and you hummed in reply.

“Cum drunk,” you replied, making him laugh at how you described the hazy feeling you always got after a good orgasm. “Want more though.”

“Why, so you can yell at me later about how sore you are?” He chuckled. 

“I thought you wanted me to have your pups,” you pouted. “You’ll have to give me a few knots just to make sure it takes, right?”

“.....You’re playing dirty.”

“I’m glad that you can recognize it,” you giggled and he huffed as he leaned down and brushed his nose against yours.

“I love you,” he told you seriously. 

“I love you too Yoongi,” you smiled, moaning lightly when he kissed you. 

[abbatoirablaze]

Fated, Chapter 8

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of murder/violence, feral? Werewolf hunt, manipulation, handjob, unprotected sex, mentions of spining, werelion! Steve

“You’ve been gone awfully long,” Ari commented with a raised brow as Curtis walked back through the door of the cabin. Curtis shrugged, not really wanting to delve into the details about how he’d met someone in town, but then also managed to lose her before he could get her number or even set up a date. An indifferent rumble was all that he gave as his brother watched him curiously, “did you get everything ordered.”

“Yeah,” Curtis rumbled shortly. Ari glanced outside, seeing the darkness of the mountain and sighed. Curtis was never one for many words. He went to the fridge and grabbed the plate which Ari had made for him, and he began eating without bothering to use silverware or heating it up, “most of it will be ready in a few days. Some of the hardware we need to replace some of the pipes won’t be here until next week.”

“Good. We can pick it up while you’re at work. Just leave the receipts on the counter and we’ll take care of it,” Ari replied as Steve came downstairs. The two brothers looked at the werelion, who seemed a little out of sorts. Ari stared at him, “what’s with you? No one came in for dinner.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So now I have to deal with the grumpy bear and the sassy lion,” Ari replied snarkily, leaning against the counter. He crossed his arms as he looked through the window towards the water, “this have anything to do with the water nymph?”

“At least my nymph is willing to talk to me.”

“And she’s very curious about spining at that,” Ari responded, giving Steve a pointed look, “now how does the nymph that only fucked the knothead know about spining? You never explained it at the table the other day and she seemed quite curious about more intimate details.”

Curtis nearly choked on his food when Ari brought up the big cat’s sex life, “what? What in the hell are you sick fucks talking about with the girls when I’m not around?”

“Steve saw the little nymph waddling when Jake here knotted her before we caught Ember,” Ari chuckled, recounting the conversation from the other day, “so he asked her if nymphs were equipped to handle being spined!”

Curtis put down his plate and began shaking his head, “I-I don’t want to know about either of your sex lives.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Ari chuckled, looking over to a beet red Steve, “she didn’t know what it was…but she was quite chatty with me in the water when she asked if selkies had spines or knots. Funny you’re here too, Curtis…she asked about bears as well.”

“Not interested in either of them,” he commented quickly, hoping to shut the conversation down, “speaking of knotheads, where’s Jake? I saw Johnny with the water nymph, making out on the dock…and you two jackasses are here with me…where’s Jake and the hothead?”

Ari looked nervously to Steve, “has he been with her all day? He is probably driving her crazy if you left them alone together…”

Steve shrugged, “I guess…he damn near brought his entire bedroom down to her.”

Curtis frowned before looking to Ari. Ari’s worry over his little brother annoying the fire nymph turned to concern as the bear questioned the lion, “what color was his eyes?”

Steve shrugged, not getting what Ari and Curtis were worried about, “I don’t know. I don’t spend my time gazing into my geeky little brother’s eyes! Why?”

“It’s quiet,” Ari said nervously as he looked to Curtis. Then his gaze went to the basement door, “I didn’t hear anything the entire time I made dinner.”

“Shit…”Curtis swore as he tore past his two older brothers and ran down to the basement. Her door was wide open. Neither Jake nor Ember were in the room. The chains still had the keys in them. Curtis and Ari’s hearts raced into their throats as they both had the same thought. Curtis turned to Steve, “get your nymph in the house. You and Johnny stay with her.”

Steve’s brow furrowed in confusion as he looked to Ari. He looked just as nervous, “what’s going on with you two?”

“The fire nymph is missing, and the day you idiots caught her he had the ring around his iris’,” Curtis growled, his hands slamming against the wall. He roared and kicked harshly at the chains, “god damn it Ari…I went out for one day. ONE FUCKING DAY. And I left you with him. And you left him unattended with that fire nymph, knowing that he stopped taking his pills.”

“GUYS!” Steve yelled at his brothers. Curtis had Ari by the collar of his shirt and looked like he was going to murder him, “What the hell is going on?”

“Arianna,” Curtis seethed, looking to Steve. Steve’s eyes went wide as he remembered the event from a few years ago, “Baby brother is feral and there’s potentially a nymph that rejected him after she got free. Now go get your little water slut and both you and Johnny watch her. If he killed her there’s a good chance he’ll come for her next since he already knotted her.”

“We have to get into the house,” Steve warned as he came outside and stepped onto the dock. The water nymph looked curiously at him but said nothing. Johnny’s grip tightened on her, “guys. I’m not joking. Get inside.”

“What’s going on, Steve?”

“Jake’s feral…”

Johnny paled, and Steve knew that he was instantly thinking about the night a few years ago that forced Curtis and Ari to burn down Ari’s place and hide the body. His grip loosened as he stood Rain up and pushed her towards Steve, “what are you doing?”

“I won’t be any good protecting her,” Johnny admitted quickly, “if he comes back and he’s feral you’re going to be able to make sure he doesn’t hurt her…I’m going to go with Curtis and Ari and search the woods. They’ll need the extra set of eyes.”

Steve nodded, and Johnny raced towards the cabin where he already saw Curtis and Ari coming out with flashlights, tranquilizer guns, and rope. Rain looked to Steve, “where’s Ember? Is she okay?”

“Come inside, and I’ll explain everything, okay?” She nodded, taking his hand, and the two of them went into his room, Steve locking the door behind him. When he turned back around, she was sitting nervously on his bed, “Jake is feral…we think that Ember somehow tricked him into letting her go, and then Jake went after her…but there’s been a situation like this before.”

Rain paled and Steve sighed knowing what her next question was going to be.

“What kind of situation?”

“Jake murdered a rut bunny once…she-she wasn’t very kind to him,” Steve answered shortly, “Ari and Curtis took care of the body and burned down Ari’s house, where it happened…”

Rain looked scared, “but Ember…”

“Jake wouldn’t intentionally hurt Ember…okay?”

She bit her lip, “then why did your brothers leave with guns?”

“Tranquilizers…” Steve corrected, “Jake…he can become a little unstable, and the last time he gave Ari and Curtis some scars…they’re just covering their bases…listen, Rain…I’m sure that Ember is perfectly fine.”

She shuddered at the thought of what was going on in the forest, beyond the cabin doors. Steve sat down beside her, and she immediately started crying into his chest, “hey…hey. It’s okay bunny.”

“Y-you’ll protect me…right?” she asked pitifully. Steve nodded at the sweet water nymph, stroking her face, “You’ll keep me safe from him, right master?”

“I’ll keep you safe, little bunny,” he nodded in agreement, “I promise.”

Rain nodded, kissing him. Steve shivered into the kiss. Her lips were soft and slightly wet, but she was cold. She seemed to notice that he’d figured she was cold, and she pressed her body against his, “S-Steve…I’m scared.”

“It’s okay,” he cooed, pulling her tight against his frame. She began to nuzzle at him, and it made Steve’s inner lion stretch and wake up. He began to purr at the contact, “hey…uhm, maybe that’s not the best idea right now.”

Her eyes went wide as she looked at him, “why not? D-don’t you want me close to you, master?”

“That’s not it,” Steve pointed out, “I just…you’re doing some things that are considered come-ons with a big cat…”

“Oh.”

Her large doe eyes weren’t lost on Steve as she looked so innocent in his lap. And neither was the mischievous glint in her eyes as she wiggled her hips on his lap, making his cock twitch. Steve shuddered, “Rain…”

“Would you like to warm me up, master,” she asked thoughtfully, her eyes gesturing to his bed, “I did go for a swim, and I’m awfully cold now.”

A purr rose deep in Steve’s chest and he looked at her. He knew what she was asking for. His cock twitched in his pants once more. He wanted to give it to her…but he was afraid. Afraid of how she would react. That she would be terrified of how different sex with him would be from the nymphs she’d been with, or even from Jake.

“Rain.”

But his voice was unsure. And she noticed as he seemed to be lost in his thoughts once more. The conversation from earlier replayed in his mind. The fear in her eyes, the slight break in her voice.

“I want to.”

Those three words broke Steve from his self-doubt. He looked at Rain. And while she did look afraid, it was the lust that had his lion roaring at him to pounce.

“Are you sure?”

She wanted him.

She needed him.

“You’re afraid.” She asked. He nodded, and she swept her fingers underneath his chin, forcing him to look at her, “let me take care of you then?”

Steve bit his lip, “I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Rain.”

But he let her push him back onto the bed. Let her unbutton his jeans and grasp his half-hard cock over his boxers. She nuzzled against his neck once more. He hissed from the pressure she was using on his cock, as she removed her hand, then slid it beneath the boxers so that she could stroke him.

“Let me take care of you master,” she pled, sliding off of his bed and onto her knees in front of him. She pulled down his jeans and boxers, ripping them off his body, and began to kiss along his inner thigh as she stroked his length, “let me make you feel better.”

Steve moaned; his eyes fluttering closed momentarily as he let himself enjoy her. It had been so long since someone had wanted to be with him. And feeling her small hands wrapped around his shaft only stoked the fire in his belly.

“Wait!” he said quickly, his hand wrapping over hers, “I-we should use a condom…I-I don’t want to spi-“

“I want to make you feel good,” she whimpered, staring at the horny lion. Another purr began to bubble in the back of his throat, “let me make you feel good, master.”

“Steve,” he begged, moaning his own name, “I-I don’t want you to call me master, not right now…”

“Steve,” she moaned softly, shimmying up his legs. She moved fluidly until she was on his lap once again, “do you want to be inside of me, Steve? Do you want to feel me?”

Steve nodded, his eyes hooded as she rubbed her slick folds over his length, “yes. Please, Rain. I need to feel you.”

Steve shuddered as she sank down onto his length without hesitation. His jaw fell slack as Rain’s small hands ran down his chest. He could feel her nails, lightly grazing over his abs, and he fought every instinct not to mark her up. Not to let his claws sink into her tiny thighs, or her pert little ass. Steve growled as his hips rut up into her, “oh, Steve. That’s it, baby. Use me. I’m your little toy. I belong to you.”

‘My little toy.’

His lion purred heavily at the thought.

‘She’s mine…’

She wanted him to use her. She wanted him to be rough with her. But as he opened his eyes, he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to drive her away.

“Bunny…”

“Use me Steve,” she mewled, her hips rolling to meet his. Her hands went around his neck, and he growled as her nails scratched down his back. It drove his lion into a frenzy, “I can take it…I can ta-FUCK!”

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and Steve felt her cunt clench around him as his claws scratched at her hips. Little rivulets of blood trickled from the fresh claw marks and Steve grunted, his thrusts becoming harder. His cock reaching just a bit deeper. Her moans became louder, and Steve flipped them over, not able to control himself when she bit into his shoulder.

“FUCK!” he hissed, instantly reaching down to her neck. He grabbed the thin column of her throat and squeezed it just enough to restrict her airflow. But also to make sure he didn’t mark her if he lost himself. He bit her collarbone instead, hard enough to draw blood, nipping at her shoulders. As the claws on one hand began working on her opposite hip, the he fought himself not to dig his claws into her nek.

With a roar his hand flew to her ass, and he began pummeling into her core even harder. He let his claws dig into her ass as his cock speared into her.

She screamed, but it wasn’t in pain. Steve stopped nipping at her to look deep into her eyes. There was a fire that burned within them that drove Steve wild. It made his lion purr loudly and he stabbed into her with a renewed vigor.

The urge was there. The primordial calling.

He needed to spine her. Needed to fill her up.

“S-Steve…please,” she whimpered, her cunt clenching around him. She was thrown into an orgasm when Steve bit her nipple, drawing more blood. And that was when he realized it was too late. He couldn’t stop as instinct took over and his pelvis stuttered against hers. He felt the spines give way as he reached impossibly deep, the head of his cock nuzzling her cervix as he emptied himself into her womb, “FUCK! THERE! THERE!”

And Steve bit down on her shoulder once more, nuzzling the fresh blood that came from the wound, painting his face and her body with it as he locked himself in her. He clung to her body impossibly tight, his lion needing to be as close as it could be.

“Fuck,” Steve growled, clinging to her small frame. His eyes were attached to the blissed out expression on her face as he licked the wounds on her jaw. He was purring loudly against her, the vibrations making her clench around him, sending aftershocks down his shaft. Steve was in heaven as he muttered against her neck, “I love you, little bunny.”

[bangtangalicious]

the glow up | kth (2)

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, fluff, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: carrrrr sexxxx, public sex, dry-ish humping, exhibitionist, horny!reader, praise kink, taehyung calls you princess, softdom!taehyung, slightly awkward, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink for like 2 seconds, light spanking, body image issues, taehyung DRIVING with ONE HAND fffff

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The events from Jimin’s party still weighed on you. After Taehyung had left you couldn’t look Jimin in the eye. This is not what you wanted. You just wanted to have fun. You did love Jimin, but Taehyung was right. What Jimin had said…the way he had derogated you all because you willingly had sex with someone you wanted to have sex with...was not okay. 

Before you had been to overwhelmed to recall how exactly the whole thing started. But after sleeping on it, you found yourself back in the car, wind flowing through your hair.

“So” You said nervously, “What’s new? Any new girlfriends?”

Taehyung grinned, “Nah. What about you? Any princes for our little princess?”

You licked your lips, looking at how delectable his long neck was, how much  you just wanted to wrap your arms around it.

“Ah…no. I actually…I wanna start hooking up with people”

“Oh?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’ve had sex before…but it really sucked. I was just worried about crushing him, or if he thought I was…well…I don’t look like a porn star so. I just…wanna enjoy it, you know?”

Taehyung nodded. “Of course, you should enjoy it. Whoever you’re with should make you feel amazing. And stop worrying so much, people don’t care nearly as much as you think they do”

“I guess I just…” You turned to look at the world passing you by, “Don’t know where to start. I don’t know what I like” You had no idea why you were telling Taehyung this. His hand gently massaged the nape of your neck as the other one steadied the steering wheel.

“That’s valid. Just pick a fantasy and start exploring. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

You were grateful at how chill Taehyung was being about having this conversation with you. You realized you really took him for granted at times. He had always been really nice to you, and you really enjoyed his company. You never felt like you had to…try that hard around him. But you knew that was because you didn’t have a shot with someone like Taehyung. Not even now. He was one of the hottest guys from your hometown no question. You assumed he had two or three fuckbuddies in his back pocket at all times.

Taehyung was also openly bisexual. And that made you feel at ease in a way. It was as though because you knew about his sexuality you felt more comfortable to talk about your own.

“Well…” Your face was red, but Taehyung couldn’t see that luckily. “I wanna ride someone’s cock.”

Taehyung bit back a smirk, nodding in understanding. “And?”

“And…I want it to be risky. Like…in a movie theater…or a parking lot…somewhere I could get caught.” You inhaled sharply, thoughts putting you on edge. You rubbed your thighs together feeling the damp squelch of your arousal. You hoped Taehyung hadn’t noticed.

“Ooh. That sounds fun” He glanced your way quickly, noting your blushed state.

“Taehyung” You exhaled, gripping onto the car door tightly, spreading your legs so that the rough wind could ease your yearning a little bit.

“What’s up?”

“I…I…” What the heck were you supposed to say? How did guys initiate things anyway? You couldn’t exactly kiss him while he was driving. “Can I suck your dick?”

Taehyung almost jumped at your query, car jolting slightly before he recovered. He inhaled sharply. “Yeah, um…right now?”

“If that’s okay”

“Yeah…no yeah…um” He glanced down at his lap then back up at the road. “I don’t really know how to do this if I’m being honest y/n.”

“Uh…don’t worry I got it” You reached over to unzip his pants. Taehyung raised himself up just enough for you to tug them down to his knees, giving you access to his cock. It was big. You shivered in anticipation. You stroked him slowly, getting him to harden. You could hear his breathing get shaky. “Does that feel good?”

“fuck y/n of course it does” You couldn’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses but the way his jaw was clenched gave you evidence supporting his words. You look around. There’s a decent number of cars on the highway, but no one directly next to you guys. You decide it’s safe and crouch down into the vehicle, leaning over the console so your tongue could kitten lick his throbbing tip. Your chest pressed against his hand which was clenching the gear shift as you bent over. It was not comfortable.

You licked your lips and covered his tip, sucking slightly as your tongue flicked the opening. Taehyung groaned, pressing his foot down slightly causing the car to speed up.

“Tae”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t comfortable”

He glanced down at you quickly and smiled, “Doesn’t look it.”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Taehyung coughed. He glanced your way again, lowering his glasses to really look at your expression to see if you were kidding. You weren’t. “Go for it princess”

Careful not to block Taehyung’s line of sight, you somehow crawl into his lap so that you can straddle him. You make direct eye contact with the cars behind, whose driver’s look shocked and confused. This turns you on even more.

“I just want to make sure you know how illegal this is” Taehyung said.

“I don’t care” You exhaled, loving the way his raw cock head was pressed against your clit. You rolled your hips slowly. “Does that feel good Tae?”

Taehyung put one hand on your ass to help steady you and squeezed it affectionately. “Feels so good y/n. Shit. Is this really happening?” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the almost childlike excitement in his voice. You began to roll your hips faster, humping him like you were in heat. Arousal shot through your veins. The feeling was addictive, and you didn’t ever want it to stop. You grinded your hips faster and faster, his cock roughly gliding against your barely clothed core, at times pushing the fabric and directly pressing against your soaking folds. You were a moaning mess. You let out streams of curses as you rode him like you couldn’t believe. You tugged his hair roughly, ignoring his whines of pain.

“T…taehyung” You stammered, slowing down. You felt his hand smack your ass making you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop” His tone was gruff, and it sent shivers down your spine. “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you cream my cock princess?” He smacked you again. You picked up your pace, feeling the sweet friction guiding you closer to your high. You wished you could have his cock inside you, but you also did not want to get in a car crash.

“Want your cock Tae…” You screamed into the wind, “I wanna feel your cock inside me. So bad. God Tae…baby…fuck…I’m…” You squealed as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Taehyung could feel your wetness soak onto him through your swimsuit.

“That’s right princess…cum for me…you sound so sweet I could listen to you all day” He coos at you, lightly slapping your ass because that’s all he really could do without bringing you both near death. You wrap your arms around him and fall against his body.

“That was amazing” You exhaled.

Taehyung was still painfully hard.

“I’m gonna pull over” He announced. You nodded your head. “and then” He inhaled sharply “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”

And that’s exactly what he did. He got off the highway at the next exit. You had no idea where you were, but Taehyung found an abandoned parking lot at some hardware store. He parked as far away from the main street as he could. The second the car stopped, he brought his hands to your face and kissed you. Your eyes widened, not expecting that from him.

“Y/n…I…Wow” He chuckled, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. “What did I do to deserve this? This is like, everything I’ve ever wanted”

“Let me help you now” You whispered seductively, grabbing his cock tightly and pushing the fabric aside to allow yourself to sink down onto his cock.

“Holy shit” Taehyung groaned, gripping your hips tightly as you bottomed out. His hands moved to latch under your knees and he lifted you effortlessly, cock buried in your cunt, out of the car, laying you back down on the head of the white convertible. His strength, the ease with which he could just manhandle you, it drove you crazy. You had never felt this good in your life. Taehyung practically tore your clothes off, not caring that they landed on the ground. He grunted as he rolled his hips, thrusting up into you at a perfect angle. “You’re so tight…so fucking tight princess. How have I waited this long for this…” He steadily piston his cock in and out of you.

“You love this don’t you?” He teased, “Spread out naked all for me. Anyone can come see how much you need my big cock”

“I love your cock Tae. I love it” You whined in agreement, wrapping your legs around him.

“Yeah I bet” He said gruffly “You’re so perfect for me princess, all wet…dripping all for me. You want daddy to cum inside you?”

You nodded dumbly, like you no longer could form words. Your brain had completely shut off, and all you could feel was sheer bliss from Taehyung thrusting into you perfectly.

“My perfect little princess. So good to me…so sweet riding daddy’s cock like that…mmm” He kissed your lips, then traveling down to your jaw, nipping at you harshly, then down to your tits, kissing every inch he possibly could.

“I can’t believe how good you feel” He groaned, “This is even better than in my dreams”

You took off his sunglasses so you could see his fucked out eyes. His pupils were completely dilated, and you could see the rampant pleasure on his gorgeous face. Sweat coated the roots of his pink hair. He clenched his eyes shut, savoring the way your pussy drank him up.

“Where can I cum y/n?”

You didn’t even hear him. You were too caught up in the amazing feeling.

“Y/n…quick…where can I cum? I can’t last much longer”

“I…I have an IUD…” You managed to mutter. Taehyung exhaled in relief.

“Good fucking girl. Ready for my cum hm? You want me to cum in you princess? Make you mine?”

“Yes…yes oh my GOD yes” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the hot liquid seep inside you. He cried out.

“my god princess, just like that, take my fucking cum” He sucked your tit harshly “I’m gonna fuck you up so good. You’re mine. My princess. My sweet sweet princess”

After he finished he quickly slipped out of you, then went to his trunk to grab a towel. You groaned at his absence, but he was back instantly wiping you up as you flinched with oversensitivity.

He took off his button down shirt and wrapped it around you as he picked up your clothes from the ground. You smiled at how tenderly he cared for you. He grabbed some water and handed it to you, taking another bottle for himself.

“Drink up” He tapped the bottle against yours and gulped the whole thing down. You watched the way his throat moved, feeling yourself heat up yet again. He put the bottles back in the car, then helped you into the back seat. He let you lay down comfortably, stroking your face as he lowered himself onto you, careful not to crush you beneath him. His smile reached his eyes and it made you feel elated. He left a soft kiss on your forehead. “I missed you so much y/n” Then another on your nose. “You have no idea” Another on each cheek, “how happy I am right now” another next to your mouth “because you’re back home”. Another at your jaw, pecking all over your face in the most loving way he could. “You’re so beautiful y/n…” He inhaled you deeply “fuck…am I dreaming?”

“No” You giggled.

He sighed, a goofy smile returning to his blissed out face. “Mmm we better get going…” He kissed you once more, lingering as long as he could, before helping you back into the passenger seat. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded. “Yeah…wow…that was”

“Yeah”

You dressed yourself quickly, giving Taehyung his shirt back. He stared at you a while longer, blinking almost as though he were in disbelief. You couldn’t blame him. It all happened so fast it seemed unreal. Before you knew it, you two were back on the road, only minutes from arriving at Jimin’s house.  

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A/N: WOO okay, there it is. dw dw...i promise jimin will get his chance to shine.