#ty for letting me go off for like an hour i have been exploding with thoughts about these guys for so long

[shhhsecretsideblog]

You have to go see your professional athlete husband play in the championship game: only problem is you're 42 weeks pregnant. You've been having contractions all day, but you tell yourself they're just Braxton Hicks, and you can go to the hospital after the game and have the baby. But once the game starts you can't ignore the urge to push any longer...

Great prompt! Exactly what I was in the mood to write this evening, ty! Hope you like it (fyi written in an hour and very much not edited or checked or read-through lol)

Half-Time Full-Time Baby-Time

Despite being overdue, suffering practice contractions all day, and having a baby nestled deep in my pelvis - I was not going to miss the big game. I’d never missed any of my husband’s matches and I wasn’t going to start now.

Thankfully, as my hubby was a star player on the team I was watching the game from the Executive Box. My parents were supposed to have joined me but they couldn’t make it, so I was on my own in the luxury private suite that had a large window and a glass door overlooking all the action on the pitch below. Inside the room was a fancy dining table with chairs, a mini bar, and a few high stools beneath the tall bench table lining the window so people could sit and drink and eat while watching the game.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do any of those things. My tight and round belly and the pain flaring in my hips had me pacing around and around the room. Cupping the underside of my bump I breathed deeply through each rising wave.

“Hmmmmm… not now baby, please.” I whimpered.

The practice pains had gotten closer and closer together during the first half. I’d tried to ignore them, breathe through them and walk around to stop the braxton hicks, but they didn’t disappear. They only got worse. Just before the whistle blew at half time my waters broke and I was forced into the realisation this was no false alarm.

But it would be fine; labour took hours and hours and the game would be long finished before we would need to go to the hospital. That’s what I thought.

Midway through the second half I’m standing by the window, my hands clasping the high bench in a white-knuckle grip, my hips swaying side to side. My throat rattles as I release involuntary groans with the constant squeezing and tightening of my belly. The baby felt so damn low… my legs were in a wide stance and my belly hung down off my hips. I was glad to be wearing a lightweight summer dress with the amount I was sweating. I wanted to open the door, to let in a breeze, but I was scared to with the labouring sounds I was emitting. I didn’t want to attract attention and I did not want to go anywhere and miss the game. I would stay here until you were finished and then we would go to the hospital together.

Another contraction rolled across my belly and the pressure built and built towards boiling point. It felt like I was going to explode, to burst, that feeling of fullness paired with an urgency and pressure was becoming too much to handle. My legs started to tremble as I fought against my body’s instincts, a low rumbling roar slipping past my lips.

I leant forward over the tall tabletop, my arms folded on its surface and my head dropped against my arms. My legs were buckling, sinking lower into a squat. The pressure was building, the round and heavy bowling ball of a head was so low… I wanted to push— my body needed me to push—

“Noooo…. Oh god! Don’t- hoooo- don’t push. Just stay in there baby…. Wait for your daddy to f-finish the g-game—mnghhhhhh!!!”

There was no controlling it, the head was getting lower and pressing against my opening. My body was pushing and I couldn’t stop it. More amniotic fluid hit the floor as I pushed, my bare feet standing on the damp carpet.

In between uncontrollable pushes I glanced up desperately and looked at the timer hanging over the pitch. There was still 15minutes to go, plus injury time. Oh god, the baby was not going to last that long. It felt like it was already starting to crown.

With a trembling hand I feel under my dress between my thighs and nearly vomit when I feel the curved surface of the head pressing against my underwear.

“Oh baby, no… you can’t come out yet…”

But my body and mind are not in sync and a second later I’m back to uncontrollably pushing. I sink into a deep squat, my arms stretched high above my head as I cling onto and almost swing from the high rise table.

“Nnnmghhhhh!!!!” I grunt and low, bearing down into my bottom, running completely on instinct. The baby was slipping further and further out, my labia was stretched thin and the burning of a full crown made me howl.

At the same time one of the teams had scored and the stadium erupted with a frenzy of screams and cheers. The crowd’s jubilance was my own encouragement and I gasped a breath and pushed again, hard. My body was shaking head to toe, the burning… the fullness… the desperation for it all to stop… I had to get the baby out, and it had to come out right now. Giving it my all the head popped out dramatically into my underwear and I collapsed down onto all fours.

The game was nearly over and the baby was almost here. I scrambled to pull down my panties before the next contraction hit. I could hear the noises in the stadium, the crowd cheering and chanting, the final minutes being played. Meanwhile the baby was turning inside of me, the shoulders beginning to press and stretch me open once more. When the next contraction hit I submitted to it entirely, rocking forward and back with each push as my body worked hard to birth the babe. I roared and pushed with the final whistle of the match and raised up on my knees, my hands flying between my legs to catch my newborn baby.

“Oh my goodness… hi little one.” I sobbed as I brought the child up to my chest, wiping its face and blowing gently against their cheeks. The newborn gave a cough and started crying and relief and exhaustion took hold. That was when I noticed the crowd around the Exec Box was cheering. I crawled to the door, babe in arms, and awkwardly got back to standing.

Looking out across the pitch I could see my husband’s team had won, all the men jumping and hugging each other. I could spot my husband easily amongst the sea of coloured jerseys.

“That’s your daddy.” I said to the baby.

My husband looked up at the box, knowing where I’d be, and his jaw dropped when he saw me standing at the glass door, a newborn baby wailing in my arms.

[letterstotheflre]

cw: a little angsty. hurt/comfort. 18+ plus [sexual situations, mention of scars and child abuse, daryl has body image issues :((]

a/n: ummm this was supposed to be a cute little blurb. maybe 4-5 paragraphs. it became this angsty mess tho </3

thinking about how daryl never takes his shirt off during sex bc he doesn't want you to see or feel his scars </3 he thinks you'll be disgusted by him, that you'll think he's damaged goods. maybe you never want to touch him ever again. maybe you'll never want him to touch you again.

and at first you don't even realise he's doing it because you don't have the privacy or the time to get fully naked. most of your hook ups consist of quickly scurrying off your jeans and underwear to your knees. if it's summer you might get to lower the straps of your tank top to free your boobs. but being so out in the open, so defenceless, doesn't allow for complete stripping.

it's not until alexandria that you start to notice the fact that you're always naked and daryl always keeps his shirt on. sometimes his vest, too. you don't ask though, wouldn't ever pressure him into doing anything he's not comfortable with. you guess he might have his reasons.

until one time when he's buried so deep inside you that you just might lose your mind so you grip his shoulders to keep some of your sanity. and he keeps thrusting, keeps hitting that spot and god, you want him even closer. you don't want him to move an inch away from you. so your hand slips. down to his waist, where his shirt rode up just a little. and he's so warm. so you keep touching him, hand spread open as it moves up to his shoulder and that's when you feel it— the raised, jagged skin.

and the size of it is not even small to have been from an accident or a fight. it throws you off completely. "daryl, what's that?"

he's tense above you. "nothin'," he grunts and nearly slaps your hand away from his back. he pins both of your wrists above your head and thrusts again, hoping that he might be able to make you forget about it.

"daryl—" you gasp when you feel the spongy tip of his cock nearly in the back of your throat from how deep he's fucking you.

"it's nothin', don't worry about it."

"but—"

"jesus, i said it's nothing, woman!" he nearly screams at you. he pulls out completely and looks for his jeans, quickly getting dressed. "that so hard for ya to understand, huh? need me to spell it out for ya?"

"no," you say quietly, looking for some of your own clothes to cover up a little. "i just want to know if—"

his boots slam down on the hardwood floor as he finishes tying the laces. "there's nothing to know!"

you know daryl would never, ever hurt you. still, you can't help but freeze at how loud he's being.

the room is completely silent for the first time in an hour. daryl watches as you stand there in just your panties and tank top, right next to the soft bed, and use the tip of the nail on your pinky finger to pull at the skin around your thumb. he swallows down his shame. "i'm going out," he states and walks out of the room.

you let him go, knowing that he's feeling caged in right now. that his emotions are too big for him sometimes and he needs to get out because he might explode from the sheer size and weight of his anger. it's almost like little daryl was never taught how to process his emotions safely, how to avoid reacting with rage at the first sign of a confrontation.

it's late at night when he sneaks back into the community. if you had to guess, the front door opens at around 11pm. you hear him take off his boots and pad to the living room, where you're sitting cross-legged on the couch with a book laying on your legs.

he's dirty, that's your first observation, but when is he not? he takes his crossbow off and places it on the coffee table then holds a string of 3 three dead squirrels and a single rabbit with his whole fist. "brought dinner," he says.

you look at the pot of cold spaghetti on the stove. you might be able to cook the rabbit and then reheat the pasta in the oven. when you look back at him, daryl is shifting his weight from one leg to another, clearly uncomfortable with the tense silence.

you close the book and stand. "you wanna skin the rabbit?"

he nods. you touch his shoulder in passing and offer him a comforting smile. he follows you into the kitchen and gets to work with his knife, quickly cutting the best pieces of meat on the chopping board and storing the remaining bits he knows you won't eat in a tupper that he'll put on the fridge for another day.

you eat in silence. daryl practically swallows the entire plate in under 10 minutes, sauce splashing into his shirt and all over his face. a light orange hue tints the area around his mouth.

you wash the dishes in silence. you brush your teeth in silence. you get ready for bed in silence. you're about to turn the lights off and go to sleep with your back facing him when he finally speaks. "it was my dad."

he's not looking at you as he talks. instead, he stares at a random spot on the wall in front of him. "he drank a lot, y'know? used, too. didn't matter if it was pot or cocaine or heroin. anythin' he could get his hands on. sometimes he'd be in a real good mood 'n he would take merle and i out for ice-cream. other times... most times," he corrects himself, "he'd be real pissed off. he'd lock me up in a room, no food, no water, and let me out the next day." he gives you a melancholic smile. "s'how i learned how to hunt— had to eat somehow. taught myself how to shoot. found some survival books at the public library that said a lot of useful shit."

he sits up, back facing you completely, and takes his shirt off. you cover your mouth in shock at the sight. three scars in the shape of an 'x' cover most of his shoulderblades. there's others too, smaller only in comparison to the huge ones, littered across his lower back. tentatively, you reach forward and trace the shapes, the puckered skin somehow very soft to the touch.

"when he was really mad, though, he'd use his belt and just... hit." he takes a shuddering breath and rubs his face with his hands, feeling a little wetness around his eyes. "anyway, this ain't even the worst he's done. merle had it worse. spent a lot of time alone with him before i was born and even after he'd try to get him to leave me alone. tried to protect me," he laughs like the sheer idea of someone wanting to keep him out of harm's way is ridiculous.

you scoot forward and hug him sideways. you gently turn his face to you, thumb rubbing soothingly on his chin. "i'm sorry, daryl."

"s'not your fault," he says immediately.

"that's not what i meant. i meant," you pet his head and look him in the eye, "i'm sorry for what happened to you. you didn't deserve any of it, you were just a kid. merle too," you add, knowing how important his brother was to him, even after everything. you kiss his sun-spotted shoulder. "it wasn’t your fault.”

he swallows down the lump in his throat. “i know.”

you keep stroking his hair. “is that why you never took your shirt off? because of the scars?”

“yeah.”

“why, baby?” you whisper incredulously. he shrugs one shoulder. “were you embarrassed? scared i’d say something?“ he is still for a few seconds, almost like he’s considering telling the truth, but ends up shrugging anyway. you know you hit the nail, though.

you shift and sit on his lap, holding his face with both hands so you can look him in the eyes. "those scars... they only show how brave and strong and resilient you are. they're part of you. and you're beautiful, dayl." you kiss him once. "i love every inch of you, including those scars, even though i hate the reason you have them in the first place."

his eyes gleam with tears. they gather in his waterline and he tries his best to keep them away. one manages to stream down his cheek. you brush it away. "it's okay to cry."

almost like he was waiting for your permition, daryl breaks down in a second. he hides his face in your chest, wetting your skin with salt streams. his shoulders shake so much with the force of his sobs that he ends up shaking you, too, caged inside his arms that circle around your waist. there's nothing else for you to do but hold him, allowing him to process his pain for perhaps the first time in decades.

it takes him minutes to calm down. half an hour maybe. when his sobs subside and his hold relaxes, you kiss the top of his head and lay him down on the bed with you. while he's usually the one who holds you at night, this time you are the one holding him. you fall asleep like that: with daryl's face tucked in your chest, your fingers combing through his long hair, nails scratching idly at his scalp.

when you wake up in the morning there's no sign of daryl. you go downstairs, following the sounds of a pan hitting the stove with a little too much force and daryl's loud curse. stepping into the kitchen, you see him, shirtless, throwing away the egg he attempted to crack. you can't help but giggle quietly in amusement— he always underestimates his strength and ends up breaking the entire shell instead of creating a crack big enough to let the gooey egg fall onto the pan.

"morning," you greet, picking up another egg and breaking it for him. the pan sizzles.

his smile is crooked. a little shy. "mornin', sunshine."

[mentallyinvernation]

Dreamling Bingo WIP - Library

This one is a snippet but it’s going to eventually turn into something like ‘5 Times Someone Finds Out Hob Gadling Is Engaged, and the 1 Time Hob Gadling Finds Out He’s Engaged’. 

The fill will be used for my @dreamlingbingo square - C1 Library

｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 

“So, run by me again why Hob is allowed to distract you from running a kingdom, but when I say let’s go on a boy's night out, suddenly it’s a problem?” Matthew complains, really just for the sake of complaining because he’s bored.

“That would be because you are my raven and Hob is my fiance.” Dream murmurs distractedly, still pouring over the book he’s been engrossed in ever since he got back from the shores of creation and sequestered himself away in the library.

“Yeah, but I’m your best -” Matthew’s entire world comes to a screeching halt, the last part of that sentence hitting him with all the force of a brick wall. “Come again?”

Corinthian - who up until this point has been loitering nearby like a child put in time out - immediately perks up at the direction the conversation seems to be heading in.

Dream glances up, a tiny furrow creasing between his brows. “You are my raven.”

“Yes, I know that part! I meant the fiance part! What - you mean you’re - you’re getting married?”

“That is what fiance would imply, yes.”

There’s a stunned beat where Matthew just gawks at him, desperately trying to shape his mind around this information because it’s certainly news to him - probably to the entire realm.

And then he explodes.

“Since when? Oh, my god, there’s going to be a wedding. I love weddings. Why didn’t you say anything sooner? More importantly, why didn’t Hob say anything? I swear, I’m going to kill him. That fucker didn’t even have the decency to ask for your hand.”

A tiny smile tugs at Dream’s lips. “And my hand is yours to give away, is it?”

“Obviously. I’m your best friend. That’s what I was trying to say before, and why we should definitely have a boy's night out in the near future but we’ll stick a pin in that for now because what the shit, boss? You got hitched? You’re like tying the mother-fucking knot? Dude! I’m going to be a best man. Oh my god. Bachelor party in the Dreaming. Give me free rein for one night - just one - and this place will be party central.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” Corinthian cuts in smoothly. “I already called dibs on best man.”

“What? No. Fuck off. You can’t just dibs best man. That’s not how it works.”

“Pretty sure it is.” Corinthian shrugs, scratching his neck. “There’s always best raven, though, right?”

“I’m sorry but weren’t you re-made like literally an hour ago? You’re a baby. You’re literally the baby. You can’t be the best man if you’re already the baby.”

“Says who, exactly?” Corinthian challenges, looking very much like he might stab whoever says so, which, you know, considering he wanted Dream dead not too long ago, this is a very new and strange change of pace for them, but Matthew’s not going to question it, because that’s above his pay grade. And his pay grade is nothing. “I’m still me. I was just gone for a while. Think of it like waking up from a nap.”

“Yeah, and you know who takes naps? Babies take naps. Toddlers.” Matthew snaps back, knowing full well he used to nap on the job all the time back when he was human, but that’s not important or useful for his argument. He ruffles his feathers and faces Dream again, who honestly looks a little discombobulated by their argument, and somewhat surprised to have two people fighting for the honour of being his best man - which is endearing and sad at the same time. “Anyway. I’m best man. End of. Moving on to what matters -”

“You’re not.” Corinthian mutters in the background.

And you know what, Matthew’s going to be the bigger person here because he is the best man, that’s basically already established without saying, Dream doesn’t even need to ask, and as the best man, he’s going to focus on what’s important.

“So? When did Hob ask? I want details.” Matthew says.

Dream arches a brow at him, tilting his head faintly. “Why do you presume it was Hob who asked?”

“Because - “ Matthew cuts himself off, beak opening and closing a few times. “Because it’s…Hob?” He finishes a little lamely. “Hasn’t he been planning to go down on one knee for you since the stone age or something? Wait - you’re saying that you proposed?”

“Is that so difficult to believe?” Dream replies, voice clipped as he juts his chin in that snooty little way of his. Matthew can see the underlying anxiety creeping into the stiffness of his shoulders, though.

“No,” He quite wisely says, “No, it’s just… I mean fuck, good on you, boss. You got your caveman. It’s just… I expected - hm. How to put this. Well, usually, you’re a little more…dramatic? When you do things. It becomes an event, you know?”

Dream frowns. “I do not know.”

Which is honestly impressive given that Hob gave Dream a flower once and the castle was overgrown with it for days.

The first time they fucked there was fireworks.

The Dreaming didn’t give off nearly enough theatrics recently to suggest there was a proposal. 

“I bet Hob cried. Did he cry? He definitely cried.” Matthew snickers. “Wait, so, why didn’t you tell me you were going to propose?”

Dream blinks, which is a little comical and definitely a human mannerism he’s unconsciously picked up from Hob. “Was I supposed to inform you?”

“Yes!” Matthew exclaims, throwing his wings out wide. “Well, no. Not if you didn’t want to. That’s fine, obviously. But you told Corinthian before me? Corinthian?”

“Watch it, bird brain.”

“Watch your face.”

Corinthian rolls his - well he rolls his head to mimic the motion of rolling his eyes. “Stop getting your feathers in a twist. It’s not personal. I only just got re-made, if you recall. We had a bonding session on the beach. Real tear-jerker moment, you know? He didn’t even mean to tell me. It just slipped out with all the other gross feeling stuff we were talking about.”

“Why don’t we do gross feeling stuff?” Matthew whines at Dream.

“I will endeavour to make room for it in my schedule.” Dream responds flatly. “If you must know, I did not intentionally keep this from you. It happened only last night and I had no such plans of proposing until I was doing so.”

“Oh, nice. Spontaneity is a good look on you boss. You should try it more often.” Matthew chirps, giving Dream’s arm a little headbutt and earning another of his tiny smiles. “Congrats, by the way.”

“Thank you.” Dream says, and he sounds so fucking proud that Matthew’s chest wants to burst with warmth.

So, for all of two seconds, everything is perfect, and there’s going to be a wedding, and Dream is clearly over the fucking moon about the whole thing because this is genuinely the happiest Matthew has seen him.

And then Matthew remembers this is Dream.

“Wait,” Matthew starts, and instantly the Corinthian fixes him with a sharp grin that only widens as the cogs start to turn in his mind. “Wait, wait. You did ask him, right? Like you properly asked him?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Yeah. Good. Um. But what did you like - what did you say to him? What words exactly?” He presses as carefully as possible, suspicion a wire coiling up his spine that only tightens the more Corinthian looks at him like he’s waiting for the pin to drop.

Dream doesn’t huff because he’s a king and a personification but it’s damn well close. “Must I apprise you of every detail, Matthew? It is quite simple. I said: would you marry me? And Hob said: yes. He woke before we could make any further plans.”

Would not will. 

Oh, sweet Jesus.

There’s a lot to unpack in that. Matthew doesn’t want to unpack that. For one fleeting moment, he has so much sympathy for Jessamy, his darling predecessor, who somehow put up with the drama that is Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless for nearly six hundred years. Matthew has been dealing with them for a couple of months and he’s already exhausted.

Corinthian looks fucking elated.

“So, um,” he clears his throat. “You asked him in the Dreaming, huh?”

Dream nods, looking pleased, as though they’re now all on the same page. He shuts his book and rises. “If your curiosity is satisfied, perhaps you could now escort Corinthian back to the nightmare realms.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” The Corinthian gripes.

“Babies don’t get to decide that.” Matthew retorts automatically, and then, “Wait why do I have to be the babysitter?”

Dream gives him a withering look. “I have a matter to attend to elsewhere. Queen Titania has been demanding an audience with me for some time. In the spirit of maintaining relations between realms, I must…indulge her.”

And with that, Dream sweeps out the room, robe flaring behind him as he leaves Matthew and Corinthian. Only once Dream is gone does Matthew sigh.

“Hob has no idea he’s engaged, does he?”

“Not a clue.” Corinthian confirms.

“And Dream doesn’t realise?”

“Not at all.”

“Does Lucienne know?”

“Nope.”

Matthew groans because now he’s going to have to go and track down Lucienne in this maze of a library that stretches on to fucking eternity, just to tell her that there’s a high chance there’s going to be a royal wedding in the nearby future, but one of the people getting married doesn’t know. And he has to tell Lucienne because Lucienne is the only one brave enough to tell Dream that he’s potentially not quite as engaged as he thought.

“Fuck my life.”

[pbandjesse]

I am pretty exhausted. I am very glad to be home. Today felt a lot more normal after how chaotic yesterday was. I slept pretty well. And I felt alright when I woke up. Using the salonpas on my neck last night really helped. It still hurts but it's a lot better. Im trying it again tonight we'll see if it helps more.

I woke up and felt good. I thought I would like my romper but I ended up feeling weird all day. I don't know why! I love this outfit normally!! But I felt both to frumpy and to sexy?? Like I was just really uncomfortable.

I felt a little weird all morning and I felt like I could have been nicer to James. Like I didn't do anything but I felt like I could have been nicer. And then I didn't like my podcast. I was just feeling off.

And then when I got outside I found what I think is a bullet?? Next to the car?? Super weird. I thought it was just a piece of metal but I'm not sure. I showed it to Heather and she agrees it seems to be a bullet. Wild wild wild.

Camp was good though. A bit cold this morning. And I put a sweatshirt and walked around for a bit. They patched the dining hall and it was much more picked up. The nurse's office got a tarp over it. Day camp was back. Things were good.

I had a nice talk to Heather and sat in the office for a while. Eventually Cecilia and Annabelle came into the office and we discussed packing up supplies and getting ready for the end of camp. I offered to store all their stuff so we don't have to have it in Yukon. And everyone agreed so I would make sure 4 cabinets were clear and put labels on them.

And that lead me to want to start organizing and packing my own stuff. So then the art building looked like it was exploding it was such a mess pulling things out to pack and organize.

Which was very fun for me! I also made time to work on my painting. I got a lot done. In adding in texture and detail. I would sit outside and look at the building and I felt like I was getting good stuff done.

And the Hannah my cit came and she had a full leg brace on!! Cause apparently after she left yesterday she fell and jacked herself up. It's the same leg she had knee surgery on last year. So I was very worried for her. And she was apologetic for leaving early tomorrow because of her fall, that I didn't even know happened, so she brought me a cake pop!! I love cake pops so it was such a nice gesture even if it wasn't necessary.

She would work on organizing some boxes of materials to consolidate and get rid of trash. Because it's so hard for me to throw things away. She was super helpful and made it a lot easier on me. I would get a ton done inside while she worked outside.

And the groups would be good. Only one in the morning. Top bar made great art as always. And I worked on my knitting and my painting and enjoyed them making pretty things.

And then I had a two hour break. Which was nice because I got so much more done on the building. It's going to take all week but progress is progress.

Blanche was there borrowing bracelet string and she brought me a rubber snake to paint that belongs to one of her campers. I was happy to help and the camper was so happy when she got it back. She kept saying she loved me. It was very sweet. I hope the paint sticks.

Lunch was fine. The tater tots were nice. The sandwich was boring. I had brought pasta salad from whole foods so I wasn't hungry. I mostly just enjoyed sitting with the other specialty staff. I'm glad Ty has made friends in the YLPs, but I do miss him eating with us. I still had fun with Celia and Annabelle and Antonio. We had our specialty sauce and I showed them all the trinkets in my backpack. And it was nice.

The afternoon went well. My day campers did great stockade was nice. I organized beads. Poppy, a top bar girl, who didn't want to do BB guns, would come hang out with me and helped organize beads and I let her DJ and chose all the songs. Mostly Disney songs and the Barbie sound track.

The boys were good. But I was not happy with Jorge because he had a pretty bad cough and if I get sick I'm going to be furious with him. They all made good art but I felt really bad when two boys bracelets exploded when we tried to tie them. I felt so bad! Especially when the one told me it was his last week at puhtok ever!! He got a job at Rita's. I'm happy for him but still sad!! The children are growing up.

After my last day campers left I went down to the office to talk to Heather and Alexi about my fall schedule and plan. I'm going to do Tuesday to Friday 8 to 4, with Monday being a work from home office hours situation. Answering emails and such. I am very pleased with that. And I explained how the lesson plans are going to go and how I'm going to streamline everything. Heather is excited and is happy with the progress I've made. I told her what my plans were for writing out the lesson plans over the next week or so. And we are going to set up a new email address for feild trips and start reaching out to schools in the next week. Amazing. I'm excited.

I also chatted with Chris about a flag idea he had for next summer. Which I would take charge of and I think will be fun. Basically he wants me to sew little flags for the counselors to put their badges on. So I'm going to do some research for that too. Supplies and such. I have some ideas and I'm excited to put that together for him.

I had the horse girls last. And they did a good job. And because they were so self sufficient I was able to work on my painting. Which they kept telling me was so pretty and good. Which felt very nice.

After the horse girls left Hannah asked to try inverting on my silks. And she was very scared but she did it and I was very proud of her for not being scared. I would also hang from it s lot today. Working on stretching more. I am still get cramps in my calves which is frustrating but at least my neck is doing a little better.

I was glad to be done for the day. After Hannah left I locked up the building and went home.

People were driving very silly but I got back to my neighborhood in one piece. I went to Walgreens and got more of the salonpas patches and got my prescription. I was a little annoyed when I realized she never asked for my insurance. She was just goj g to charge me $39 when it was actually free with my insurance!! The card just hadn't been on file. But I figured it out before I paid anything and got my medication for free and was much happier.

They were fixing the gate on the front door so I got stuck for a moment. The guy was very apologetic but I was like. No it's okay!! You are doing your job!!

And then I was able to get home. I parallel parked. Very proud. James was making tomato soup from scratch. It smelled excellent.

I took a shower and washed my hair while James finished dinner. And we ate together on the couch. The food was very good. And it gave me the energy to work on my planning for an hour. I got some more layout down and some writing for the first program. I will keep working on it for sure but it's going well.

Since then me and James have just been resting together. Watching videos. Sweetp was being very bad but I still want to cuddle him even if he keeps attacking me.

We are watching videos now. Sending silly pictures back and forth. But now I am ready to go brush my teeth and go to sleep. I have really been happier coming home. I love staying at camp but I'm coming to terms with being okay with not feeling forced. I can stay sometimes, I can come home when I want. Everything is fine.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourself. Until next time.

[bears-necessity]

im curious of what you think about the yiik characters. i need to know what other yiik fans think. alex is my personal favorite (i want to kick him down the stairs) but i like michael a lot too. theyre all stupid nerds. honestly if you have any headcanons id love to hear them.

OMG THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME TO BE ABNORMAL I HAVE SO MUCH THOUGHTS ABOUT THESE GUYS OKAY SO im putting this under a cut just so its not super long on ppls dash here

first off every YIIK character is queer and neurodivergent becuz I'm queer and neurodivergent and I said so, the specifics of that depend on my mood and what sort of au bullshit i'm coming up with at 2am in a VC with my friends tho

Alex is complicated. i hate him hes a massive douche but also I really do get what the devs were trying to with him. the occasions when he's being nice and having fun with his friends are where he shines and honestly at heart hes just some guy who needs to get a grip and get his shit together (relatable). if i knew him personally i'd probably slap him and then we'd be good, he probably specialised in sci-fi/fantasy creative writing for his libarts degree and definitely wrote an essay at somepoint about videogames as an art form. He has tattoos but they're all probably really cringe and embarassing because they were super trendy when he got them and then fell out of fashion, he has one of those barbed wire ones around his upper arm.

Michael is my FAVORITE GUY OF ALL TIME HES SO SILLY but also i've made him horribly angsty in my brain as well it's so. i think him and alex have a really good "friends who are used to each other's bullshit" dynamic but also i ship them a little bitty bit just cuz i'm a sucker for besties who are obliviously in love with each other as a trope. He would hate-watch ancient aliens and buzzfeed unsolved because he thinks he knows better than them. If you read his comments on ONISM he also seems to be a really sweet and supportive guy with the userbase and thats rlly cool hes such a guy Aside from that though he has the most unexplored depth as a character imo, since it's confirmed he isn't from the present reality and at some point definitely becomes aware of that fact I like to think underneath the funnyman bestie thing he's probably having a crisis about who he is and stuff because even before he's consciously aware of it he probably felt this vague subconscious feeling of like,,,Not Belonging ig? idk i think he probably knows this isn't where hes really meant to be and hes trying to truck through it but the impostor syndrome is definitely there. I love michael so much he is a certified blorbo

Rory is sooo mecore I stole his name online because he's so mecore we are both emo/scene kids and his canon favorite song according to some questions directed at the dev team is a brighteyes song that i also love its like fate. ANYWAY I feel really bad for Rory because i think his character is probably handled one of the worst just with the tonal whiplash a lot of his character-centric moments has. I bet he listens to weezer and radiohead. If YIIK was set now he would be into creepypasta and he would get michael into it since it ties in with his paranomal urban legend stuff, they would vlog hunting for slenderman together. him and alex run a gaming channel together (THIS IS AN INSIDE JOKE BUT I HAD TO PUT IT IN I COULDNT HELP MYSELF)

Vella is pretty and I think she's super cool, one of my besties LOVES her so I kinda let him be the friend group CEO of vella stuff but my biggest takeaways from her is that I hope she gets back into making music again, but for her own fun this time instead of to fulfill some success pressure. maybe she starts a crappy little garage band with some of the gang and they write terrible songs about aliens who smoke pot and dance the macarena and she's the only one there who can actually play but they have fun with it. She also knows all the videogame cheat codes and keeps setting high scores that alex and michael cant beat. Also her mind dungeon reminds me of yume nikki and thats super cool cuz i love yume nikki

Chondra and Claudio deserved way more time for their characters to develop and also their lore is weird and confusing and I think the whole missing brother thing is rlly weird too becuz of the reveal of how that all works with alex and shit. BUT if they had been handled bettter they probably would be my favorites because I think claudio is super fun and his VA sounds like he's really going for it and he's just such a chill guy and he's super passionate about his interests and i respect that and 100% would be his bestie chondra is super cool too, she's clearly really into sports and I bet she hangs out at the local skate park and impresses everyone cuz of her roller skates and also probably gets vella into skating too and they go together and have matching customised helmets just for the extra cool factor. alex and michael and rory come and watch them but are too pussy to try (alex has had enough from that stupid skateboard ability you get in vella's dungeon). Maybe she goes to some competitions for it and stuff too

uhhh some other various stuff the essentia is really cool but also confusing and it took ages to make sense of her lore but i LOVE her voice the effects to make it robot-y are *chefs kiss* and essentia 995 is just SO idk how to describe it the part when she says "often it is necessary to lie to oneself to get a tough job done" hits really hard for some reason. shes metal as fuck, metaphorically and literally. sammy is literally a caricature of a real life dead girl and i think that's pretty fucked up and they shouldnt have done that, but she would have been really cool if it wasn't for that big yikes. in general i really love a lot of the influences yiik has i'm a huge fan of rpgmaker horror and murakami books and a bunch of the other shit that it references so hehehehehe thats cool

this is long but also this is everything I can think of off the top of my head thank you for letting me be abnormal about this stupid game i hate it and love it so much :D

[fandomfluffandfuck]

consider 🤭🤭🤭 choking seb and calling him a good boy 😳

I-

I am considering it.

And I think we have two options for this delicious idea. Are you on top of Sebastian, calling him a good boy and choking him? Or are you underneath him, calling him a good boy and choking him-? Let's explore 😏

Both ideas here have bottom-yet-dom!gender-neutral!reader because I am feeling™️ subby and useless toppy Sebastian Stan today

On top:

You're sitting on top of Sebastian, thighs spread around his bare waist, his cock throbbing inside of you. You're not moving though. Not right now. Earlier you were moving... moving- riding, actually.

Riding him not with the purpose of getting him off, but riding Seb to help yourself along- making your own toes curl, your own head fall back between your shoulders, and stretch you out. His hot, hard cock filling you full. Hitting all those places inside you that feel so good. Pleasure throbbing through you, all achy and hot. And that heavy, full feeling of him in combination with a hand on yourself...

Oh, God.

You've gone a few fucking rounds yourself. Pleasure frying your brain the longer you go. More and more intense. For you...

Although-

You've not let Sebastain cum.

You haven't let Seb cum not even after a few long hours of teasing and allowing yourself to cum again and again and again. Until you arrived where you sit now- on top but with your legs quivering, muscles used too well, and your body impossibly sensitive. Even just the slightest brush against you sends feverish shivers skittering down your spine, pooling heavily in your gut.

Sebastian is in much the same position as you are.

Sensitive.

He's just sensitive for the opposite reason.

Sensitive because he hasn't been allowed to orgasm so now he's on razor's edge- sweaty and shaking as he stares up at you with glassy, desperate, and wide eyes. Strung the fuck out.

He looks at you like there is nothing else. All his focus put to whatever you want from him, he wants to be good for you. He wants to please you, please. Can he? Please! But he has pleased you and he's being thriving with it. Glowing and blushing and squirming under you as you ride him, bouncing in his lap and collapsing over the finish again and again, gasping his name, telling him how good he is for you, telling him he feels so good, all of it... filthy praise and moans falling from your lips, yet, now he's gotten to the breaking point... he's tongue-tied while wanting nothing more than to beg.

He wants to beg to be allowed to cum! He wants your permission. He needs your permission.

Please.

You can see it in his eyes. He's desperate. He swallows thickly, stifling another whimper. Head lolled back on the messy sheets, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. His hands curl into tighter fists in the restraints tying his hands to the headboard where you put them when this began. Leaving him helpless. Exposed to your every whim...

And your whim includes, grinding hard against him, shoving his cock as deep into you as possible and-

Fitting your hand around his throat, watching his watering eyes shut extra tight with hungry eyes. It's as if he's savoring it. Loving the way his head spins, oxygen lacking. You feel his cock twitch inside you as you start to make clumsy little circles on his dick, too tired to bounce but moving enough for it to feel good. Anything feels good when you're so overestimated and he's been edged for so long.

Those pretty eyes fly open the second you ask, voice rough, "who's my good boy?"

The feeling of his throat contracting under your hand explodes another ball of heat inside you, swallowing needily. Then, Seb struggles to get out, "m-me." At first he can't. He opens his mouth. He shuts it. He opens his mouth. Speechless. His face turns redder and it's not from the choking. Embarrassment. He doesnt want to accept the praise even though it lights everything up inside him. Devastating him. You let up for a moment, letting him breath but raising an eyebrow as he stares into your eyes, gasping for air.

You re-tighten your grip. His sound cuts out, falling back into oxygen deprivation beautifully.

You clear your throat, "who's my good boy?"

"M-me," he finally pushes out, struggling still even as he says it. His voice hoarse and shy.

You revel in it- in watching him struggle. Struggle to breath. Struggle to speak. Struggle to admit the praise to even himself, let alone to you. It makes the worst best part of you grin like a predator, ready to sink your teeth into him. He's so pretty. You could eat him up... and you just might.

You keep your hand tight on his vulnerable throat for juuust long enough, he struggles depsite how much he craves it. How much he needs it. Then-

"Yeahhh," you finally let go of him, letting him breathe again, breathing in big, heaving gasps, "you're a good boy," you pet a line down his throat the center of his chest, stopping just above his naval.

He moans sharply. Violently. Twitching under your fingers.

"Such a good boy for me."

His cock throbs inside of you.

The incredible fucking feeling has you shutting your eyes, processing the lust raging through you, and it gives you just enough strength to stop circling your hips and start bouncing again in his lap instead. For the first second Seb bites his swollen, glistening lower lip. He tugs hard at the handcuffs. Then he gives in. He cries out high and loud.

He sobs, "pl-please! Please! Please! Ah! Wanna, unngh, wanna cum! Please-!"

"Do it," you groan, "good boy, c'mon, baby, cum for me. I want you to. Wanna feel it inside me, c'mon," you rasp, collaring his throat with your hand again.

Underneath:

Sebastian's weight is pinning you to your bed, his dick working in and out of you exquisitely. Your bodies pressed together with Sebastian's forearms bracing his weight by your head and shoulders. He's not fucking into you fast at all right now, he's fucking in hard and deep though. Tight and deep and hard in a way that keeps fucking sounds out of you, ah, ah, ahs that undercut whatever order to have for him. Punched out of your lungs. The little noises soften those orders whether they be to grab my leg and put it over your shoulder, go faster, go slower, stop for a second, youre close and I don't want you to cum yet, etc. Not that it matters if your orders don't sound concrete and steady because Sebastian follows them anyway. The perfect little submissive. Mmm-hmm.

Either way, everytime you open your mouth to talk, those sounds make their way out of you. Moans and gasps. His dick game is just so fucking good. And everytime you open your mouth to tell him something, he obeys.

He obeys beautifully.

Just thinking about his submissive obedience and witnessing some of it now leaves you clenching down on his dick like you'll die if he slips out. And... you might. You might die if this heat is taken from you. It's so tight and heavy in your core. Orgasm building and building.

Sebastian whines in response to feeling you tighten around him, burying his blushing face in your neck and shoulder as he keeps thrusting but... it gets unsteady. In and out and- stutter. In. In. Out a little. In. He keeps whining, babbling out something that sounds like "you'resowetandsotightohgod-"

Pleasure sparks in your gut and low in your spine, coiling tight. He's so desperate; so fucking hot but also so cute. So submissive and fucking biteable. It's incredible- incredibly arousing.

But you can't have him going soft on you. As much as you love having him melt on top of you like this, going stupid and boneless, whining and whimpering- useless with how much he enjoys being inside of you, you really, really have been in the mood for a good, hard fucking recently. So...

You sink your fingers into all that pretty, thick hair - he's growing it out again - and pull his head up to say, face-to-face with both of you out of breath, "c'mon, baby, ffuck me like you m-mean it, be, ah, good."

Sebastian whines needily. Nodding clumsily- frantically. He wants to be good. Always.

"Be good," you moan it again, unable to resist brushing his longer hair out of his gorgeous, pleasure-slackened face. Then, you tug on his hair to make him follow your hand. Arching his neck, head back.

And how are you supposed to resist an invitation like that? Nevermind the fact that you initiated the invitation. You can't.

So, you quickly untangle your fingers from his hair to wrap them instead around his throat.

You squeeze.

Sebastian moans hoarsely, his hips jerking forward hard. Baby always has loved being choked.

"Fuck!" You moan, squeezing harder to get him to do it again. His dick hitting you just right, pleasure lighting up you from the inside out. Boiling over.

Again.

Again he thrusts hard into you.

"G-good, you're so, oh, God, so good, Seb."

And that's when you see it. It's fucking gorgeous-

The way Sebastian melts that last impossible little bit. Melting entirely. All he wants is to be told he's good. All he wants is your hand decorating his throat, owning everything about him, including whether or not he gets to breathe. All he wants is to cum inside you. It's all he wants. And all of him is yours. All of him is yours to order-

"Do it, yes! Yes! Good boy, ohgod, c'mon, baby, do it, cum for me, sub. Ah-!"

gif credit @/flysafepapi

[vquacki]

Giving in.

Giving in, Pt.2 

Characters: Baji Keisuke (age - 15), Bonten- Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran Haitani

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, slight Baji spoiler/ foreshadowing, MINORS DNI

Note : These characters were requested after the Wakasa story I wrote so! If you haven't, go check out that story as well! Anywho- I hoPe you enjoy!! Request are also open >.<

Pt.1 ☞︎ ♡︎

B A J I 

It was a sunny afternoon, the windows were cracked open with the slight wind blowing into the room. The ceiling fan was set at the highest setting, a cool breeze within the room. Your body was situated on the cold floor, stomach flat against the hardwood. One hand supporting your head while the other tapped the pencil against the textbook. 

Baji laid on his back next to you, his hair sprawled out on the floor while his hand was occupied with holding the book above his head. Just blankly staring at the page. 

“Y/N, i'm trying my best to memorize this but it's so complicated~” Baji let out a drawn out whine, placing the book on top of his eyes, shielding him from the sun's aggressive rays. 

“Cmon Kei, we have a test next week” you huffed, setting your pencil down turning towards the sleepy male. 

You received no answer. 

“Kei?” you raised a brow. Taking one of your hands and placing it on his side, slowly shaking him. You chuckled at your boyfriend, you hadn't even been studying for an hour yet before he seemingly blanked out. 

I guess this wasn't a big deal, taking this as a perfect opportunity to take a break from your study date. Quickly closing the books, you slid the school material to the side. You gently laid your head on his stomach, listening to the soft breaths that left your lover. 

His stomach raising ever so slightly as he took his breaths, using your hand you carefully lifted the book of his face revealing his closed eyes. You smiled at the sight, he looked so peaceful sleeping like a little baby. Whenever the male was awake he never looked like this, more like a mischievous cat waiting to stir up some trouble. 

“I love you so much Baji.” you whispered, your finger brushing against his cheek. Everything he did caused your stomach to explode, whether it be tying your hair back for you or the simplest things like remembering your favorite type of candy. 

“You better marry me one day, or I'll kill you” you giggled at your own words, pinching the bridge of his nose in delight. He sure was a pain in the ass, but you loved it. Loved every single thing about him, to the way he loves and cares for animals, to the way he sets cars on fire when he's hungry. 

You yelped when you felt a sudden grip on your wrist, his fingers wrapping around your hand that pinched him. His eyes open, staring at the ceiling above him. His face was blank.

“I will marry you” his voice stern, but you could tell he was being sincere. 

Your heartbeat quickening at his words. Eyes widened from the scene, ‘he was awake? And he heard you?’. You could feel the heat rush to your face, your ears practically blowing steam from the embarrassment. 

“I- Baji, you were awake-” your stuttering voice cut off when he sat up, making you also sit up.

“Im being dead serious Y/N,” he looked straight in your eyes, no hints of lies in his yellow orbs.

“We’re going to get married, run a petshop together and have a bunch of fur babies.” he continued, his hands finding their way to yours. Before you could reply he pulled you towards him, engulfing you in a bear hug. His face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

His words made you want to cry, the whole situation so overwhelming. You bit your lip, trying your best not to let out any of your teary whimpers. 

“You promise?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Not wanting your voice to crack during this heartfelt moment. 

“I swear,” Baji answered, his face moving up to yours. Leaving a kiss to your cheek before running his hands through your hair. 

That was your lover's promise. 

S A N Z U

He always joked about it. 

Not getting married or getting married, you never knew with Sanzu. His jokes led you to this, worrying everytime the mention of marriage was ever brought up between your group of friends. 

Scared to be the odd one out maybe? Or was this a different feeling, why were you the only one that wasn't married at the age of 27?

Your feelings were scrambled. 

Your friends were already starting to have kids, while you were still clueless about the pink headed male. Popping pills left and right, who even knew if he could live long enough for the two of you to unite. He always had to reassure you that a pill could never take him out, that he was way too strong to even get killed by a man. But a mere pill? Pfft, Yeah right. 

 But you couldn't bring yourself to not worry. 

“What’s up, hot stuff” he smirked at you. His hand resting on the couch's arm rest, his legs parted. You had just come home from your cafe trip with your friends, catching up with everyone. Where one of them announced her big wedding coming up in a few weeks. 

You sighed, dropping your purse to the floor. Your jacket lazily tossed on the coffee table, you were exhausted. Listening to her ramble on and on about her beautiful love life. It was aggravating, it made you jealous. 

As if dating the gorgeous pink hair wasn’t enough, or maybe you were just greedy.

“Long day?” he asked, his playful expression leaving him once he noticed how tired you looked. 

With a nod you plopped down next to him. Cuddling up to his side, he smiled wrapping his arm around you. Your head resting on his chest, your body limp to his touch. 

“My little baby~” he cooed as he placed a kiss on your forehead. You remained quiet, your mind was elsewhere, thinking about all sorts of things. 

A few minutes passed before you interpreted the silence. 

“Sanzu” you said, leaning away from his touch. Your body fully turned to him, hands placed in your lap, searching for the right words to ask him. 

“Yes baby” he replied, his attention mostly focused on the tv playing in front of you. 

“When are we getting married?” you asked.

You heard him suck in his breath before reaching for the tv remote. Lowering the volume a bit, his eyes still on the screen.  

“I don't know, baby. I'm not really focused on that right now. The gangs been tough.” he answered, keeping his reply brief so he could shift back to the tv. 

“Do I have to shed tears to get a serious answer from you?” your voice shaky, your head lowering. Eyes on your lap, threatening to let a waterfall rip from your sockets. 

You heard the remote click before getting set down. 

“Come here Y/N” Sanzu said, his voice demanding but soft at the same time. With a scoot you moved closer to the pink-ette. He sighed, pulling your arm until you were fully sitting on his lap. 

You broke down, tears streaming down your face. Explaining your whole situation to the male, how you felt alone, you didn't even care that you were the odd duckling out anymore, you just wanted to be official with him. 

A ring on each of your fingers declaring your love for one another. Displaying you were taken and happily in love with him and only him.

He rubbed small circles on your back trying to comfort you. Letting you rant about your pent up emotions that you wouldn't dare to express to your friends. 

Waiting until you finished, he played with your fingers. Ready to answer anything you wanted to ask the male. You were also ready, ready to listen to anything he had to say. 

“Stop worrying,” he smiled, his hands wrapping around your waist. His grip tightening around you by the second.

“I'll definitely marry you. I mean, you and I are made for each other right?” he grinned as he pressed a kiss on your chapped lips. 

You felt relieved from his answer. Pulling away you pouted playfully, finally feeling a little relaxed after ranting to him. 

“You sure?” you asked. 

“All you gotta do is say yes, baby” he smiled through lidded eyes, leaning closer to close the gap between you two once again. 

R A N 

You had been eyeing couples all day, your orbs trailing down to their entwined hands searching for the thing that made them unite by the last name. The ring. 

Ran had taken notice of this, noticing how your eyes made their way to a couple not too far from you both. A frown upon your lips as soon as you saw the shiny silver, it's not like you were unhappy for the couple. You were just a teensy bit jealous. 

Ran had caught on pretty quickly. ‘Marriage huh?’. 

He had also thought about the idea, but he never once went through with it. He wasn't scared, he was just not sure. He was busy with bonten, though he knew that probably wasn't a good enough excuse in the slightest. 

But if his doll was that infatuated with the idea, then why not talk it over some more. To make sure both you and him were okay with this. 

There you sat, legs crossed as you sipped on your drink. The shopping mall was quite busy today, loud chattering filling the food court. Ran’s eyes traced your features, how your lips curled when you saw a couple, hands locked with a kid laughing in the middle. 

Of course it was a little too early to have a kid right off the bat. You two weren't even married yet, but it was just such a cute sight to behold. 

“When will we be like them?” you asked, your eyes never leaving the family. 

“Huh” Ran knew exactly what you were talking about, but he was surprised you brought it up right now. In the middle of a shopping mall, he imagined this conversation so many times, yet never in a public setting. 

“Do you wanna marry me, Ran?” he tilted his head at your question. 

“Of course I do, doll” he responded.

“Then why haven't you proposed yet?” you questioned. Your head still facing the family, only moving your irised to meet his. 

“I'm not sure,” he retorted, not knowing how to answer your question without his answer sounding like a lame excuse. 

“Oh” you blink, your mind kinda blanking out on you. Before you could try to think any further, an abrupt sentence left your lips. 

“Can you reassure me? Please Ran.” you begged, but your expression not shifting. You just wanted assurance, a good push to keep you from erupting. 

A float to hold you above the drowning sensation. 

“I will marry you doll, just be patient with me” Ran answered your pleas, a big smile on his lips. 

You both glad you got this conversion out of the way, it may not have been the way you thought it be but at least it’s over with.

And with that, all you have to do is wait patiently. 

[yoongsisbae]

Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM

Writing-prompt-s: You’re in the superhero clean-up industry: You get paid to fix what they destroy. Slowly the officials are getting suspicious about just how much collateral damage a friend of yours “accidentally” seems to cause…

m-yg93: If anyone wants to write a clumsy super strength Namjoon I would read the shit out of that.

OOO ME ME ME I WANT TO WRITE IT. As soon as I read this prompt, I got hit in the face with PLOTtm Enjoy the chaos! :D

Superhero!Namjoon x y/n with a bit of Supervillain!Taehyung x y/n and some Supersilly!Seokjin x y/n

Best friends 2 Lovers. Idiots 2 Lovers. Lovers 2 Enemies? This is a different kind of superhero story ;)

Warnings: angst, violence, rough sex, restraints, kidnapping, police brutality

Word Count: 14.8k

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Seven shelves down, glass bottles shattered, exploded cereal boxes, food everywhere. You survey the rest of the supermarket, impressed by your best friend’s latest “rescue.” Sure, he saved eleven lives, but did he have to sacrifice the wine aisle to do it? You pout, looking down at the red liquid pooled at your feet - such a waste, but at least it wasn’t blood you had to clean up - “Ahh!” You pull an unscathed bottle of Merlot out of the wreckage.

Speaking of which, “Hey, God of Destruction, can you open this for me?”

Namjoon frowns at your nickname for him, “Are you going to pay for that?”

You narrow your eyes at him. Your friend can be annoyingly honorable at times, but it comes with the territory, you guess, with him being a superhero and all. “I’ll deduct it off the cleaning bill.”

“Do you want me to help?”

As much as you enjoy Namjoon’s company, having your clumsy friend around so many potential accidents just waiting to happen was not what you’d call an ideal situation. “We got it, Namjoon,” you wave him off dismissively, cataloging the damage.

“Shh!” your superhero friend chastises you, but your clean up crew are in their own little worlds, shifting through wreckage and hauling out broken pieces to the row of cleaning trucks you’ve brought on the scene.

“Sorry, RM,” you wink. You radio for your associates, let them know to bring the largest vacuum on the truck, “Clean up on aisle...all the aisles!”

“When do you think you’ll be done?” Namjoon asks, following you around the store as you finish your assessment, cape catching on items and bringing them crashing to the ground. You don’t flinch anymore when things like that happen, just add it to the list.

“Probably two...three tonight?” You hear an associate groan, “Hey!” You yell, “Don’t complain, you all get to leave at midnight! I’m stuck here until everything is cleared!”

“How do you clean up so fast?” Namjoon mutters, pitying the men as they mumble under their breaths, scurrying away from your death glares. Namjoon has been on the receiving end of those glares and he’s just grateful it’s not him this time.

“Well, we gotta keep up with you, don’t we?” you laugh, redirecting his question, “How do you make such a mess? There were only two gunmen! Are you sure you’re not doing this to benefit me?” You tease. You pull off your jumpsuit to your hips, tying the dirty fabric, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, embarrassed, “You said two a.m.? I’ll wait for you then, what do you feel like eating tonight?”

“Oh!” Your eyes light up and you start clapping for your own genius, remembering some of the best Thai food you’ve ever eaten. “Remember that Thai place in Midtown?”

“That’s a four hour round trip!”

“Yeah, and you can fly,” you state, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Namjoon would normally never think to use his powers for his own self interest, but for you...

“I have to go speak with the Chief of Police, it’s in that direction so...”

You beam with excitement. “Fantastic! And try not to destroy anything else, God of Destruction.” You nudge his shoulder with your own, and he shakes his head disapprovingly, but the way his lips curl upward lets you know he’s not that mad.

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“Cmon! I’m starving.”

You’re placing the takeout boxes on your living room table when you hear the familiar shattering of glass in your kitchen. You inwardly groan.

“Yah! How many times do I have to tell you to use the metal cups? I bought them for you.”

“I know! I was just moving the others out of the way...sorry.” Namjoon whines.

“Ugh just get in here, the food is getting cold.”

‘Nothing is better than this,’ you think, watching your friend shovel in fried rice while you enjoy your noodles. Sitting on the floor and eating greasy food past midnight after working tirelessly all day doesn’t seem like everyone’s idea of a good time, but you wouldn’t trade these nights for the world.

Namjoon starts choking because he ate too fast and you can't help but laugh at him, hitting him on the back. It reminds you of when you were growing up, eating school lunch together, he’d always finish in record time and look at you with puppy dog eyes until you gave in and shared your food with him too. Back when he was still a lanky teenage boy, when his glasses made him look like a dork, not yet grown into his strong features, his frames now complimenting his sophisticated style, ripped with muscles and an intimidating aura.

To you, he’s still the same old Namjoon, now with the strength of a god and the gracefulness of a bull in a china shop. You’re feeling nostalgic, it might be because you finished that bottle of wine all by yourself. “How did it go with the Chief of Police?”

“He just took my statement, thanked me for shielding his Lieutenant...and then threatened to put me in jail again," Namjoon grumbles.

You snort, “Good luck with that,” ‘Like The Mayor would ever let that happen,’ Not when his approval rating skyrocketed through the roof ever since the day he gave ‘RM’ the keys to the city. “He should be buying you a steak dinner for the amount of shit you do for them.”

“I don’t do it for things like that.”

“Yeah yeah, I know, with great power comes great whatever, it could also come with some great steak, no one would judge you for it.”

Namjoon smiles, but his eyes stay dull, his expression somber. He sighs. You instantly feel bad, you know he’s always struggled with the weight of responsibility his powers have placed on him. He’s tried to cultivate a good relationship with this city’s law enforcement, but he’s essentially become a vigilante, and has had to endure the hate of many critics despite the love from many thankful citizens.

“Hey,” you place both hands on his face, turning him to face you. “I’m just kidding. You saved eleven people, Namjoon, eleven!” you smile, pulling off his glasses. “My superhero.” His expression softens and he smiles a cute dimpled grin you’ve grown to cherish.

You smile brightly in return, swinging your leg over his own and settling onto his lap. “I don’t have any steak to cook you, but...” You leave soft kisses against his defined jawline. “I have another way to show you my gratitude,” you lick the column of his neck, smiling at the way he shivers at your touch. He lifts a knee to move you closer to him, letting out a long breath, arms tense against his sides.

“Put your hands on me," you whisper, "stop treating me like glass, Namjoon”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” his voice lowers.

Your lips connect to his, your arms around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss, “I don’t mind.”

Namjoon gently wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. Like always, he’s gone before you wake up. Out saving the world again.

---

Your high school friend has always been like this, heroic. But his powers were a new development. It couldn’t happen to anyone better, you think. He always had a righteous way of living, always found a way to lift others up, even you. You were the outcast, he was the savant. An exceptional student, and exceptional person, really. Likeable to teachers, other students, not like you. Even then you wondered why he kept you around, and then everything changed.

One school night, as you and Namjoon were sitting in your favorite spot in the woods, talking about life, a star, not like anything you’ve ever seen before, shot through the sky, glowing green, falling to the earth close enough that you and him felt the impact. You and Namjoon tried to search for it, but you never did find it. And the next morning, everything was changed. Everything changed for your friend, specifically, who had always been strong, but had gotten even stronger...

Strong enough to stop a moving car from hitting a child, the metal grill warping around his body, surprising you and bystanders, as you pulled your stunned friend away. But everyone had seen, and soon, thanks to a short blurry video shot by one of those very bystanders, the world would see. Then Namjoon became more than your always reliable and upstanding friend, he became a superhero.

Your paths diverged, but you always stayed friends. You both moved to the city together, he worked odd jobs, always getting fired for too many “unexplainable absences,” and you, in another one of your brilliant ideas, started your very own superhero clean up crew, making bank of your best friend's heroic antics.

You never treated Namjoon differently, mainly because you thought it was silly. So what, he was the strongest man alive. You could still crush him in hoops. You destroyed him in football. Table tennis, it was no contest. His coordination was never that great. He was RM, a man with the strength of a hundred men, Rho, to everyone else, but to you he was just Joon, your clumsy childhood friend.

You ready yourself for another day of work, listening to the morning newscaster recall yesterday's events. You hated how the media tried to vilify your friend just to get more attention. They were calling him a beacon of chaos, you frowned. It wasn’t his fault crime was becoming worse in the city! Criminals were becoming more violent, trying to make a name for themselves now that Namjoon had taken down most of the big players, the underground power struggle had been brewing long before RM made his appearance. But no one was more powerful than Namjoon.

For now...

---

“How do you always win?” Namjoon whines.

“You got to know how to work the machine. You have to know your strength, Joonie,” You laugh, admiring the stuffed Koala you just won. Your friend begrudgingly follows behind, hands in his pockets. You shove him, he doesn’t budge. Namjoon wanted to push you back, play around with you too, but he was afraid of his own strength sometimes, especially around you, haunted by bruises he had accidentally left on your body in the very beginning of his power discovery.

Namjoon stops to take a call. “I have to go, there was a bank robbery, the chief wants me for some reason,” he says, frowning, “-says something is not adding up.”

You gasp. “Oh, ominous! I wanna go too.” You trail him as your friend finds a place to remove his jacket.

“No way,” he says, handing you his glasses. And hoodie. And shirt. And pants.

“You’re just gonna leave me here? All by myself? Who will protect me?” you whine, hugging his clothes close to you, bottom lip quivering, giving Namjoon the full guilt trip. You tug on his cape. “Please, you used to take me with you all the time! You always leave me out now, I thought we were friends...” You blink your eyes rapidly to muster up some fake tears to really get him.

“It’s different here. The city is dangerous.”

“Wouldn’t that mean I’m safer with you?”

---

You hand the bank teller your card, “It doesn’t look like you need it this time, but just so you know, I provide an excellent service-” Namjoon calls for you and you bounce over to his side.

He and the police chief are going over security footage, you watch the tape together. One second the inside of the safe looks normal, the next second, security boxes open automatically, then the screen goes black. Then money falls from shelves, then the screen goes black. The money is gone, everything cleared out.

“How are they getting in?”

“I don’t know. They’re smart. There is no evidence of a break in. It’s almost like this robber could walk through walls.”

“It looks more like they broke in from the inside,” you add.

“From the inside of the safe?! Impossible.”

“Wait! Play it one more time. There! Look, the money.”

You all watch the corner of the screen, the money moves, but it doesn’t fall right away, it seems to hover. It was such a strange sight, there must be an explanation, a warp in the camera, perhaps?

“And the rest of the cameras?”

“They cut off right before the crime.” The police chief shows Namjoon a small piece of paper. “This was left inside.” The card was empty except for one letter: ‘V.’ "Know anything of it?" Namjoon shakes his head, lost at what it could mean.

“Try to find out what you can, come directly to me if you learn anything. And keep a low profile this time dammit, or I swear I’ll fucking book you. You too, Missy. Charging a goddamn arm and a leg-”

“EXCUSE ME - Yah!” Namjoon lifts you off your feet with one hand, pulling you away before you say something to get yourself arrested.

---

You’re still angry. It’s been days and the police and neither you or Namjoon have been able to find anything about this V or his mysterious methods. The Chief of Police always used RM to skirt procedures, while threatening him in the same breath, and your dutiful friend tried his best to help, because he so desperately wanted to be seen as helpful, needed by the city he wanted to protect. Too bad the city was full of assholes!

Normally your walk to work was not that eventful, sometimes you’d come across a stray dog and offer them your breakfast, other times you’d have to chastise a cat caller who got a little too friendly, most of the time you kept your headphones in, only stopping for coffee.

But today, the universe decided to throw you a curve ball. Actually, it decided to throw you a bus, barreling down the sidewalk, coming straight towards you and the crowd of pedestrians around you.

You scatter just in time to see it crash into the courthouse building. You turn to notice a familiar flash in the sky.

“There goes my weekend,” you pout, pulling out your phone to alert your cleaning crew about the new job that landed - well, crashed - right at your feet.

Suddenly a group of protestors run past you, shoving you and making you fall as they run into the courthouse with signs. Then a massive explosion occurs, rattling your insides, and everyone is running, scattering like ants, screaming and crying. You struggle to regain footing, in shock at the sudden mayhem around you.

Two strong hands lift you up out of the crowd. RM, resident superhero, saves you again. The crowd gets more chaotic, people running into you and pushing you closer to Namjoon. He’s strong and solid and protects you from the worst of it.

“RM! There was a bus and-”

“I know, stay back!” He easily lifts you away, and then turns to leave before you can stop him. You watch your friend fly into the chaos, and then another explosion from the inside of the courthouse rocks the ground.

You know he’s strong, Namjoon might even be bulletproof, but there’s no way he’s explosive proof! Namjoon is not immortal, you’ve seen him bleed, tended to his scars and bruises, there’s a price to his super strength. You’ve nursed him back to health on multiple occasions, and you’re not going to let him die now, not today, when you have a chance to save him like he’s done for you and so many others!

“Joon!” you hiss, running through the smoke. The courthouse looks like a war zone, everyone is yelling at each other, running for safety. Before you know what hit you, you run into another body, bouncing off them and falling to the ground.

“Mayor?!” The mayor sits on the ground next to you, he looks absolutely petrified. He shoves you away. “Ow!” you hit another solid thing, but when you look around, nothing is there.

“What do you want from me?!”

“What the fuck, I don’t want anything!” you yell, scrambling to your feet.

“Not you,” a deep voice comes from behind you, but when you turn around no one is there. What the hell?

You scream, “Who’s there!”

“Mayor! ...y/n?!” your best friend’s large body runs out of the smoke, barreling towards you. You’re not sure what the hell is going on, but you have to warn him. “Don’t come closer! We’re not alone!” You feel something moving, wind when there shouldn’t be any. You lunge forward and reach your hands out into the air, hitting solid..air?! SOLID AIR, WHAT?!

“JK I need you here now!” That deep voice is back and there’s a rush of wind and smoke that blasts you in your face. A hooded figure materializes out of nowhere. NOTHING, AND POOF HE’S THERE!

The apparition reaches for The Mayor, and then you feel your body moving...falling, decompressing, re-expanding. The ground beneath you is gone, your mind feeling a million things at once like a bad trip, and just like that, the ground is back and you're panting in air like you’ve just run a mile.

“JK, take her back!” Two hooded men stand next to you, your outstretched hand on one of them, your brain trying to piece together what just happened. But the second hooded man stumbles to the ground in response. You rush towards The Mayor, passed out on the ground, while the hooded figure catches the other, their hoods falling off in the process.

‘What the hell is happening!’ Why are two of your old classmates dressed in cloaks like they're in some kind of a cult?! And where the fuck are you?! you think, stunned into silence. You’re definitely not in the courthouse anymore, surrounded by metal and piping. Your old classmate, Jeon Jungkook, grimaces in pain, writhing on the ground, did Jungkook do this, how?! Was he...was he like Namjoon!

Two more hooded figures come out of the shadows. “We have a problem,” one says, before you’re being grabbed, eyes covered, screaming for RM who is nowhere to be found.

---

You sit, tied to a chair, blindfolded, replaying everything over and over in your mind.

Growing up with Namjoon, you should have known...you should have known that one day an obstacle might come along that Namjoon couldn’t just merely defeat with his super strength. Your best friend can punch through a wall, life is strange, but for some reason, you really thought what happened to you and Namjoon was something special.

You feel the air around you shift, alerting you that you’re not alone. “Let me go!”

“Which one are you?! Jungkook? Or Kim Tae-” Hands cover your mouth and your already thinning patience is coming to a breaking point. You’ve played nicely, you were being a good hostage, but you had no intention on being their captive forever.

While waiting to be rescued, you decided you were just going to have to rescue yourself. While you waited, you unhandcuffed one hand. Now that your captor’s hand was over your mouth, you took the opportunity to place the free cuff over his wrist, effectively handcuffing yourself to him. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it was the only one you could think of. You used your free hand to pull off your blindfold as you catapulted yourself into your captor’s shocked frame.

“I knew you were Taehyung, I knew it! What the fuck?! How dare you kidnap me! How dare you! What the hell, Kim! Explain!” you berated a stunned Taehyung while you continued to slap him with your free hand.

“Stop hitting me, fuck! Let me explain! Ahh!” You wrestle on the ground with your captor until the other men rush in, trying to pull you away, but you stayed handcuffed as you continue to knock some sense into your former classmate.

“How did she get out of the ropes?!”

“Hop her the fuck out of here!”

“I can’t, not when she’s handcuffed to Tae!”

“...Jungkook? WHY THE HELL ARE YOU A TERRORIST?!”

“We’re not terrorists!”

“You’re kidnappers!”

“We don’t have time for this.”

“You sound familiar,” perhaps it was divine intervention, but the minute you narrowed in on the other man by your side, his hood unfastened, revealing his face to you as well.

“Fuck!”

“Yoongi?!”

“Someone put her blindfold back on, dammit!”

“I went to high school and primary school with all of you, you think I can’t recognize your voices?! What the hell is going on, why did you blow up the courthouse and kidnap the freaking Mayor? If you're not terrorists, what are you?” You punctuated each question with a smack to whomever stood closest to you and dared to try to restrain you.

“OKAY OKAY, I’LL EXPLAIN, STOP FIGHTING.” Taehyung screams, panting and in pain from struggling against you.

---

You sit on a beat up old couch in what looks like a safe house, still handcuffed to Taehyung. The men had tried to unhandcuff you and him, but the keys didn’t seem to work anymore. Jungkook gives you some tea which you sniff apprehensively.

“We’re not going to poison you, y/n.”

“I know that,” you jerk your handcuffed hand to your mouth, sipping the tea, pulling Tae’s hand with you, who is less than pleased by your attitude.

You decide to cut to the chase. “Why did you kidnap The Mayor?”

The men look at each other, silently exchanging words. “We had a good reason.”

“And that reason?” You wished they would just explain what’s going on! They’re good guys, at least they were good guys, from what you remembered.

You remembered Jeon Jungkook. He was in a grade lower than you, he was a top student who had been shy and always kind. He was a good kid. Taehyung was an oddball, but he was never mean to you. He could have gotten away with it, he was good looking and popular, but he never bullied you like the others.

Even Yoongi, who you remembered acted pretty standoffish, had been close with Namjoon, so you knew he was warm and soft under his hard icy exterior. He would help old ladies cross the street! You distinctly remember watching him help an old grandma with her food cart, the wheel always caught on the graveled road, he walked beside her pushing the cart for her as you walked home after school. Deep down Yoongi was good, he was a better person than you, how the hell did he get involved in this?!

“Tell her, it’s okay,” one of the men say, still hooded and hiding away from you.

“Not gonna take your hood off?” you turn around and ask.

Taehyung sighs, pulling on the chain that connected you to get your attention. “The Mayor was going to sign a bill that would have destroyed our town. Our town, y/n.”

“Wait, what?” You remembered hearing about it briefly on the news, between hit pieces posed at your friend, “The clean energy bill? How would-”

“It’s not a clean energy bill! The media calls it that, packaged it like some great initiative towards sustainable energy, but if you actually read it, y/n, you would know how horrible for the environment it is! It would give the oil and electric companies free reign to throw their toxic waste into our water supply!” Taehyung yells, upset.

“The bill gives the city more funding for solar panels, but it also lifts all the current safety regulations on traditional energy and minimizes the pollution fines that protect the surrounding ecosystems,” Yoongi adds solemnly, “The oil companies are already abusing the rules and the poorer communities surrounding the city are feeling the effects of their pollution, if this bill passes it would become a hundred times worse for them...for my parents.” Yoongi crosses his arms, clearly upset as well.

“Yeah, the city gets a few shiny new solar energy panels and our familes get to drink toxic waste!” Taehyung remarks bitterly.

“So you blow up the courthouse and kidnap The Mayor?!”

“Yes!” Taehyung barks, “We’ve followed their rules, we’ve protested, gone to city halls and tried to reason with The Mayor, but he doesn’t care! All he cares about is how much the oil companies can give him in campaign donations. Who do you think added those provisions to the bill?”

You stay silent. What should you do? What would Namjoon do? You knew The Mayor was shady, but this was too far…“Then what is your plan?” Taehyung looks past you, and the hooded man nods his head.

“We’re not going to let him go until he promises to amend the bill.”

“And also propose a new bill that protects our rivers and wildlife.” Jungkook adds hopefully.

‘So they’re not terrorists...they’re eco-terrorists. Shit...’ Your head hurts, you never really paid attention to what was going on in your hometown, ever since you and Namjoon moved to the heart of the city. Since you started your cleaning business, you were too preoccupied with your own shit to care about politics. You should have paid more attention, you felt ashamed. However, this is too extreme, this is insanity!

You sigh. “You really think you can convince The Mayor to actually do something that won’t benefit him? Everyone knows he’s a narcissist.”

“We have our methods.”

You take a deep breath and decide to address the elephant in the room, “You mean your superpowers?” The men stay silent so you continue. “You transported us here, right, Jungkook? And you…” you survey the man you’re handcuffed to, “Mr. Invisibility.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Just call me V.”

Your eyes widen and you gasp, covering your mouth with your free hand. “You’re the thief!” Taehyung smirks. “Oh my god, I get it now. You...and you!” You point to Jungkook, who must have teleported Taehyung inside. “Why?”

“We needed money to pull something like this off,” Yoongi says. “We finally decided to use our powers to take some power.” You wonder, does Yoongi have a super power too?

“Well, that’s kind of impressive. Also very illegal. I’m going to have to perform a citizen’s arrest.”

The men around you stiffen. “C’mon, it was a joke.”

“She’s best friend’s with RM.”

You turn around again, “Who are you, you know I’m going to figure it out eventually!”

Speaking of RM, you hope he got the text you sent him, hopefully he can use his connections to The Chief to find out where you are.

“We need to leave now! Don’t fucking trust her, RM could be here any second.”

“God, you guys really can’t take a fucking joke.”

“Jungkook, take The Mayor somewhere else NOW!”

Jungkook nods his head, standing up. “Jungkook, no!” Truth be told, you kind of saw their point, but this...this was too extreme. You can still hear the terrified screams of pedestrians around you when the first bomb detonated. You reach for Jungkok’s arm to stop him, and suddenly that floating feeling comes back, worse than before. You, Jungkook, and Taehyung all fall at the feet of the tied up Mayor.

Jungkook groans, you feel like throwing up, Taehyung curses. “Shit, not again, are you okay, JK?”

“Yes,” Jungkook grunts, steadying himself, “I was just not prepared for hopping both of you so soon.”

“Take him and the rest out of here, one-by-one," he adds, "I’ll deal with her.”

You moan in pain, shaking on the ground, dizzy and winded. You would definitely not recommend traveling by teleportation to anybody.

---

It wasn’t long before Namjoon broke through the safe house, smashing through the wall like it was paper.

“RM!” you yell, “Don’t come any closer!”

“What’s wrong? Why are you like that? Where’s The Mayor?” His voice booms through the empty space, you’ve never seen him so angry. If you hadn’t known Namjoon, you would have been really frightened of him. You hope Taehyung is regretting his decision now.

“Ask him if there are others,” Taehyung whispers in your ear. You probably looked pretty silly, arms covering your neck. Well, it was your free arm, covering your handcuffs, as Taehyung held the chain across your throat.

“RM, did you bring, um, back up? S-stop walking!”

Namjoon halts. “They’re on their way,” he says uneasily.

“Whatever you’re planning, just don’t hurt him, please,” you whisper.

“Who are you talking to?” your friend cocks his head to the side, studying your odd behavior.

“Or...I will...kill you.”

You feel it again, the shift in air, and you see Jungkook, appearing again, right behind Namjoon.

“RM, behind you!”

And just like that, your friend was gone. Taehyung reveals himself again, tightening the chain around your neck when you yell, you grab onto his arms. He stands stunned as you pull yourself away from him, your hands free and his hands now cuffed together.

You grab the first thing you can find as a weapon, a loose metal pipe attached to the wall, ready to defend yourself, but Taehyung is nowhere to be seen.

“I agree with you,” you yell, “but hurting people is not the answer!” That’s what Namjoon would say, at least.

A scream in the distance makes you turn, you see Namjoon, his strong arms wrapped tightly around Jungkook, both drenched from head to toe, and then they’ve disappeared again before you can call his name. You see them again, fighting, for only a split second, the water frozen to snow and ice on their bodies.

“Dammit Taehyung!” You swing at nothing, “Tell him to stop and bring RM back!”

Your best friend and Jungkook reappear in a cloud of sand, gone again in a flash, Jungkook is too fast! But your friend is too strong, and you’re more worried that he’s going to end up hurting Jungkook and himself potentially stranding him somewhere dangerous.

“We can’t have either of you stopping us, and now that you’ve seen our faces-” Taehyung’s voice moves around you, to the point where you’re not sure where he’s coming from, and then you are knocked off your feet, the wind kicked out of you. You swing the pipe around you, wincing in pain.

You hear Namjoon again, Jungkook must be back, you hear the pair fighting meters away from you. Scrambling to your feet, concentrating, hands firm around the steel pipe, you make a decision to stop Taehyung and Jungkook no matter what.

Truthfully, if it had only been you, you might have been swayed to let your old classmates go ahead with their crazy plan, but the fact of the matter is you just so happen to be in love with the goody two shoes who’s trying to stop them, and you’ll protect him with your life.

So, you swing the metal pipe into Taehyung’s side.

Taehyung reanimates on the ground, coughing up blood, “How did you see me?”

You smirk. “I didn’t, obviously. I could feel you, dummy.”

Your impressive trick doesn’t help you after all. Jungkook appears, materializing in front of you, and wraps his strong hands around you and teleports you away. The last thing you see is Taehyung disappearing again and Namjoon running towards you, so close.

---

You knock on your friend's door. You haven’t been to his apartment in a very long time, he says it’s unsafe, because someone dangerous might find out his identity and try to attack him. Well, you’ve already been attacked, so you figured it would be alright to visit him this one time.

You came straight to Namjoon. You haven’t even gone home yet, you're still in your old clothes. Your clothes are still damp, your hair is a mess, you’re bruised, blood still crusted on your skin. You just needed to see your friend, make sure he was okay, guilt plaguing you because you didn’t do more to help him. You hope he’s home, you hope he’s safe-

“Y/n!” Namjoon pulls you into a crushing hug. Really crushing hug, but you don’t mind. You fall against him, happy, and exhausted.

---

“Ow.”

“Shit, sorry!”

“No!” Namjoon tries to untangle himself from you, but you cuddle closer to him, moving your body on top of him.

“I was so worried, you were asleep for two days,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Mmm let’s go back to sleep.” You bury your head into his chest, he’s warm, so warm. He hums, arms wrapping around you loosely.

---

“Y-Yoongi?! I-I haven’t talked to him in years,” Namjoon pauses, “Do you think...they always had powers? Taehyung and Jungkook?”

“I, um, don’t know. Probably, to be able to use them well enough to rob a bank.” You stretch your arms and legs. “That brat sure knew what he was doing when he dropped me off in the middle of the fucking ocean.”

“How did you get back?”

“Ugh, long story,” you relent and give Namjoon more information when he won’t stop looking at you accusingly, “There was a, um, fishing boat. I hitched a ride. Anyways, what are you going to do about The Mayor?”

“Err The Mayor’s back, y/n,” Namjoon pulls out his phone, searching for a video. “It’s like nothing ever happened. Look.”

You watch as The Mayor stands in front of a podium and addresses the city, speaking about the bus and explosion. “A terrible unexplainable series of events,” he called them. Breaks that went out, a gas leak, everything so conveniently explained away, and then he spoke about why he won’t be signing the new energy bill after all.

“Holy fuck, those assholes did it.” Now you were really impressed. You study the video. “He looks kind of scared, don’t you think?”

Namjoon looks closer too. “See anything weird?”

“Yep.”

Behind The Mayor, every once in awhile, something shifts, it could be just the wind, or-

“We have to stop them.”

“What? Why?! Did you not just listen to what I told you, they have fucking super powers like you Joon, and well, the also have a good reason to-”

“It’s wrong, y/n! They’re hurting people. That explosion could have killed someone.”

“But it didn’t,” you huff. Thankfully, there had been no casualties and barely even any injuries.

“Why are you defending them?! They are criminals! Jungkook almost killed you, you could have drowned!” Namjoon raises his already booming voice, anger getting the better of him at the thought of something happening to you. Namjoon had to stop them!

You want to yell back, but you bite your tongue. Why can’t your best friend budge just a little in his convictions? Namjoon lived in black and white, his lifestyle making his ideals as steely as his strength. He had to, otherwise he’d second guess every action. He had faith in the system, because he served the system. But you saw the gray, you saw the way good people never found justice and how bad people kept on winning.

“It’s Yoongi, and-”

“No! Fuck - Ow!” Namjoon crushes his cell in his anger, the glass pieces piercing his skin. This is exactly what you were trying to prevent. You rush to the sink to grab paper towels to stop the bleeding.

“Okay, so let’s come up with a plan to stop them, then?” you say to soothe his nerves.

---

“So! They are all part of a beach clean up group. The next meeting is this weekend, what do you think? Want to go pick up some trash?”

“How did you find that out?” Namjoon's surprised expression makes you giggle.

“Facebook! I’m friends with them, can you believe it?” you laugh.

“Am I friends with them?” Namjoon’s eyes go wide as he checks his new phone.

“Probably,” you giggle.

“Yoongi posted an event for tomorrow,” Namjoon scrolls through his phone, “A protest at City Hall.”

“I don’t have any plans, do you?” you smile.

Namjoon smiles brightly, pulling you into a hug. “Thank you, y/n.”

“For what?” you mutter, holding him close.

“For staying by my side. I know...it’s hard, to be around me,” he wants to hold you tighter, but he’s scared, it feels like there’s a million obstacles in his way, “I try hard to make things right, but,” he whispers. “I feel like I’m always ruining things.”

You look up at your friend who looks so small now, despite his towering size. “Joon, I’ll never leave you.”

He bends down to kiss you, lips pressing softly on yours. You breathe in, he smells so good, like pine, like the woods you used to explore together, reminding you of home. The same home and woods that your old classmates are trying to save. You break away from his kiss.

“I should, um, go. Big day tomorrow.”

“Wait,” his arm finds your wrist, “Stay?” The thought of you leaving now, after everything, after waking up to you for the past three days, cuddled next to him so peaceful and so beautiful, the thought of him waking up tomorrow alone again, makes Namjoon weak.

“Not tonight, Joonie.” You lay a kiss on his cheek, meant to say goodbye. But he turns his head to you, chasing after your lips.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You laugh softly, “Joon, if you want me, don’t be gentle this time.” You lean away, raising your eyebrows.

“You’ll get hurt.” You roll your eyes, turning away, reaching for the front door handle. Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist, pressing you tight to him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, voice low in your ear, hot breath giving you goosebumps. You let a shameless moan escape you.

“Do you know what I want?” you shift against him, already feeling him hardening behind you. You look over your shoulder, up into his dark searching eyes. “I want you to stop holding back when you fuck me.” You move his hand on your waist down lower, into your pants, his fingertips grazing your center. “Please, Joon, please.”

Namjoon exhales, and his other hand grabs hold of your hair, fist tightening, giving in to your pleas. He feels your wetness on his fingers, sliding inside you, listening to your moans fill the quiet, like a sweet song. If he could listen to this melody forever, he would. He would give you anything you want, you don’t have to beg him like you do now, but your lust filled pleas make his chest tighten and his dick swell. And when you whine his name, mouth open and inviting, Namjoon wants nothing more than to make you his, over and over, your song only for his ears to hear.

He can’t control himself any longer, bending you over his couch. “Harder,” you moan. Namjoon slams his hips into yours, his sofa lurches forward, the edge of the armrest digs into your skin painfully. You hold in your voice, worried he’ll stop if you yell. The couch scratches across his floor every time he moves in and out, deep voice grunting behind you.

“Oof!” The couch tilts, the legs snap, dropping you down suddenly. You giggle as he laughs breathlessly.

---

You and Namjoon stay in the back of the assembly, listening to Taehyung address the crowd. You have to admit, your former classmate is made for the spotlight. He is so charismatic, rallying the group together with hopeful words of the future.

“Do you see anyone else you might know?” you whisper.

Namjoon nods towards the end of the stage, “Him. Do you remember?” You look over to stare at one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen. You shake your head, unable to look away, already feeling the heat in your cheeks rising. “He was in a grade above us,” Namjoon whispers. The man looks towards your area in the crowd, giving you an even better view of him. You really can’t remember him, but whoever he is, he had the glow up of the century! “That’s Kim Seokjin.”

‘Kim Seokjin is a goddamn hottie.’ Namjoon pulls at your elbow, turning you around. “What’s wrong?” You turn to look over your shoulder shameless in your desire to look at him longer, but Namjoon pulls you closer to him.

“I think he noticed me.”

“Were you close?”

Namjoon nods, “It’s been so long, we lost touch.” He pauses, “You know, after that night, with everything that happened-”

“Well, c’mon,” you change the subject, trying to lift his mood, “Let’s grab a sign and blend in!”

The protest lasted for hours, you and Namjoon joined in with the chants to stop the illegal (and you found out, sometimes legal) dumping of waste. You actually enjoyed the protest, everyone was so nice, you could tell they really cared about helping their community.

You and Namjoon met an old lady whose husband was a fisherman, it was the only profession he knew for his whole life, and his livelihood was being threatened by the pollution. She was old, she couldn’t do much to help him, she said, but she took the bus into the city anytime she could afford to spread awareness. The way she spoke about her husband, you could tell how much she loved him, how much she wanted to make him happy. You related to her.

You and Namjoon met a group of college kids who were studying marine biology. They learned about the rising toxicity levels in the water, performed experiments of their own, and saw the results with their own eyes. They were here to save their future and the future of the marine life they loved so much. They were young and hopeful and made you miss that fading part of you.

You and Namjoon met a man who ran an animal sanctuary. He was so passionate about his work and saving the environment. He was delighted when you said you’d like to volunteer. He was a selfless man, a giving man, very much like your best friend. So you couldn’t stop smiling when they both hit it off, Namjoon finally finding another with a shared mutual affection for crabs of all species.

Each one of them had their own stories, reasons why they were protesting for a better world. It was inspiring, and you could tell Namjoon could feel their warmth too, the good energy in the crowd. It was good, until the policemen came to stop the protest.

“This is a peaceful protest.” Namjoon tried to reason with them, tried to calm the officers down, “We aren’t doing anything illegal.” He really tried, but it was Namjoon, who was arguing with the policemen, not RM, the superhero who they feared and respected; and they treated your friend like any other nuisance, with vitriol and violence.

On the other end of the crowd, people start screaming. Policemen began to use tear gas on the crowd. You and Namjoon run towards the commotion, becoming separated as you try to help the protestors. All around you people start fighting, and it’s no longer a peaceful protest anymore.

Protesters start running for safety. You protect as many people as you can, but there are rubber bullets and tear gas, so many policemen for the tiny crowd of protestors, so you run with them. You see Namjoon shielding protesters, you scream as policemen hit his back with bats, the rods breaking. Namjoon turns around with fire in his eyes, and you think your friend might actually turn on the officer, but Namjoon is too forgiving. You are not as forgiving, and you feel a special kind of satisfaction watching the policeman trip backwards, falling over another officer. You see other officers, thrown by an invisible force, and you have a sneaking suspicion who it might be.

“Yoongi!” You and Yoongi slam into each other, holding on to one another so neither of you falls. He looks at you, mouth opened wide in surprise, like he had just seen a ghost, shock etching his features, finally melting into relief.

“Come with me!” He pulls you through the crowd, down an alleyway. You run with him at full speed, glancing a look behind you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your best friend. But it's too dark, the street lights seem to turn off around you as the pair of you move.

You’re shoved into an unlocked door, both of you panting on the ground. “I have to go back,” you heave in air, winded, “I have to find my friend.”

“Y/n!”

“Joon?”

“Are you okay?” you both ask each other at the same time.

“You’re alive!” Jungkook exclaims, popping into the group, looking exhausted.

You’re ready to strangle Jungkook, turning on your heels and charging towards him. Well you try, if it weren’t for Namjoon, who lifts you like a doll in his arms. “Let me down, Joon! Where’s Taehyung?! Stop hiding, you coward!”

“Calm down!” You turn your head to see a very angry Kim Seokjin. “Why did you come here, to fight or talk?!”

‘Oh fuck,’ you think, ‘He’s even hotter when he’s mad.’ Jin smirks at you. You go limp in your friend's arms, embarrassed by the way everyone’s eyes are on you both. “Let gooo!” you whisper, self conscious, glaring at Namjoon.

Taehyung animates right in front of you. Namjoon yelps, you however, aim for his nose. Taehyung barely dodges you. Disappearing again. You turn around, grabbing for his hair.

“OW!” Taehyung’s head reanimates in your fist. Namjoon yells in horror.

“It’s getting easier to spot you, not so Mr. Invisible,” you say through clenched teeth. Taehyung grabs your hand, long slender fingers tight around your wrist.

“Y/n!? What did you do to her?!” Namjoon roars.

“Relax, she’s still there.” Jin says, massaging his temples, “Somewhere.”

You can fully see Taehyung now as he wraps himself around you.

“Oh shit, am I invi-?!” Taehyung covers your mouth.

“Y/n?!”

“Can we all stop fighting already!” Yoongi yells, annoyed.

Taehyung whispers in your ear, his hot breath back like last time, dragging you around Namjoon who looks eerily right through you. “Listen...I’m...sorry.” You stop struggling at his words, “I know what we did to you wasn’t right. And...I’m glad you’re okay. Can you blame me? Wouldn't you have done the same for him?” You look into his eyes, staring down at you with such conviction, it’s a look you’re familiar with. You know he’s just trying to protect his friends. You jerk your head away, and he moves his hand from your mouth slowly, fingers still lying irritatingly on your cheek.

“I get it, okay?” you whisper, “Don’t do it again, especially on Namjoon or you’ll regret it. I meant what I said.”

He gives you a weak smile. “You two were always close, huh?” Taehyung steers you out of the way of a frantic Namjoon. “What did you think about the protest? I was surprised, but..I’m glad you came, and saw for yourself how we’re treated.” You think about the people you met and you hope everyone is okay, you slump against Taehyung, full of regret and worry. He takes the opportunity to move you just out of Namjoon’s searching outstretched arm.

“Wait, how am I invisible too?” you whisper.

“As long as I touch you.” His hand moves from your mouth down your neck, skirting down between your breasts as he settles around your hips. “I can transfer my power to you.” This position is intimate, the way he holds you close, and even though the others can’t see either of you, you start to feel flustered by his proximity.

“Tae, bring her back. Namjoon is about to destroy the whole building.”

“Y/n!” Namjoon pulls you out of Taehyung’s grasp, hugging you close to him, his reaction not lessening the embarrassment you feel. His hold on you is too much, you wince, burying your head in his chest.

Taehyung crosses his arms, chewing on his bottom lip and glaring at Namjoon. “You know about us, but we also know you’re RM.”

“I’m n-not RM!”

“He’s not RM!”

“Seokjin can see your thoughts,” Yoongi adds.

“And you’re constantly thinking about him,” Jin looks at you knowingly and gestures to your friend.

“Jin, you’re a mind reader?!” Namjoon barks.

“I prefer the term, ‘Mind Spy.’ Sounds cooler, right? Just call me 006 Sense.”

‘Jin can read...minds? Is he reading my mind right now?’ You suddenly realize this entire time from the moment you noticed him you were thinking about how sexy he looked. ‘Oh god, stop thinking, stop thinking. Don’t think about his dick, y/n. WHY WOULD I THINK THAT?!’

Seokjin snickers, smiling at you.

Oh fuck, he definitely heard that thought. Why is it when you try not to think about something, it’s all you can think about. And you are definitely thinking about a naked Jin railing you with that same damn smirk.

“STOP LISTENING TO MY THOUGHTS.” You really thought Taehyung’s power was the most annoying, but Seokjin’s power is the absolute worst! You try not to think of either men, at least not at the same time, mortified by your spiraling thoughts. Jin cackles with laughter.

“Anyways,” Yoongi coughs. “The point is we know, so if you go to the police, we’ll let the whole world know who you are.”

“Think about what that would mean for you, your friends, your family, your girlfriend.” Jin says, looking at you.

“She’s n-not-”

Your eyes go wide, staring into Jin’s knowing eyes, thinking about all the times you fucked Namjoon and mentally cursing yourself.

“Ahh, I see, you’re just fuckbuddies,” he says, grinning, then adds. “She doesn’t like him like that, you don't have to worry,” turning to Taehyung, winking.

“I did not think that,” you glower.

Taehyung’s ears go red. “Stay out of my mind,” he mutters.

“It’s not my fault everyone’s thoughts are so loud. I’m the real victim here, having to listen to all your sex-crazed thoughts about each other, especially you,” he smirks, “dirty girl.”

Namjoon glares at Jin, jaw clenching. The men stare down each other. At times like these, when Namjoon stays so intimidatingly quiet, you wish you had the kind of power Jin possessed instead.

“I could tell you what he’s thinking, if you’d like,” Jin offers, breaking out into a smile.

The audacity this man has! You want to punch him in his smug beautiful face. Jin snickers. “You’re an asshole.”

“If I’m such an asshole why do you keep thinking about fucking me?”

Ugh, it’s not like you are purposely thinking that. It’s just damn hard not to, especially when you’re trying to stop yourself from thinking about anything really important that Jin could use against you. You cross your arms, looking away at him, deciding to just scream your thoughts as loud at possible.

“We’re leaving.” Namjoon growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Don’t let him leave! He’s going to the police.”

“Joon? That’s not what you’re thinking, is it?” Why would he do that? Why would he risk his identity after what just happened? You look at him with questioning eyes.

Jungkook appears in front of you. You place yourself in between them, but Joon easily lifts your body, switching positions.

“Joon!” You hit his back, yelling, “Stop!”

“They broke into a bank, stole millions of dollars, blew up a government building, threatened The Mayor-”

“We had no other choice! Do you think we wanted to go this far? Look at what happened tonight. Regular people can’t make a difference. This is the only way, Namjoon. You use your powers to make the world a better place, right? Well, we decided, that’s what we’re going to do too. All of us.” Taehyung says.

You bite your tongue, uneasiness pooling at the pit of your stomach, wondering if that sweet old lady made it back on the bus home. Maybe Taehyung had a point. The room stays quiet. Taehyung looks over to Jin, who shakes his head no solemnly.

“Joon, you don’t need to fix everything all the time,” you say, turning to your friend, “Joon please. They’re not bad people.”

“Y/n, I’m trying to protect this city!"

“We’re trying-”

“They’re trying to protect this city too!” you yell. The men look between the two of you, surprise on their faces, Taehyung especially shocked you said exactly what he was about to say.

You sigh. Stepping away from your friend, walking over the imaginary line that divides Namjoon and Taehyung’s conflicting ideals, you’ve made a choice. You stand in the space between Yoongi and Taehyung.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” You watch the way Namjoon tenses, hands in fists by his side.

“I’m joining them. If you want to have them arrested, then, I guess, you’ll have to arrest me too.”

“Why...why are you doing this?”

You bite your lip, with all eyes on you, “I don’t think you’re wrong, Joonie, but they’re not wrong either. Please, let’s just go home.” You hate the way he looks at you, so betrayed and hurt. He lowers his head, clenching his fist.

You and the men turn to Jin who stays silent and then, after a long time, nods his head.

---

Now you really wished you had Jin’s power, walking silently beside your best friend, close enough to reach out for his hand, yet you feel a thousand miles apart, worrying how cracked your friendship has become.

You turn down the street towards your apartment. “I’ll walk you to your home,” It’s the first sentence Namjoon uttered since you left the group.

“Okay,” you say softly.

The rest of your trip stays in stark bitter silence, until the key scrapes into the lock, and you open your door and finally brave a look at Namjoon. Your eyes meet, you want to tell him sorry, say anything to take away his pained frown and replace it with his dimpled smile, but you keep your thoughts in, ready to tell him goodbye instead.

You weren’t expecting for him to kiss you, pulling you into him so swiftly and slamming the door behind him so hard it shakes the frame.

He kisses you hard, knocking the wind out of you along with all your previous thoughts. You had been secretly terrified Namjoon was never going to forgive you. Your fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer, happy to have Namjoon back for now, welcoming all his bruising touches, limbs tangled as you both race to your bedroom.

Namjoon hovers over you, his strong hand ripping off your shirt, destroying the fabric of your skirt, tearing your panties easily. You’re not hating this new aggressive version of your friend, but you can’t help but feel uneasiness at his sudden shift in attitude, too afraid to ask him, why now?

Namjoon, usually sweet and polite, ravages your body, making you shiver with the way his eyes roam over your nakedness, dark and possessive, his tongue rolling down your skin, lips sucking marks across your chest. His large hands grab harshly at your curves, fingers pinching your nipples, hands hastily exploring every inch of your body like he’s running on borrowed time.

And then he stops, looking down at you, eyes searching yours.

“Joon?” you reach to touch his cheek and he leans into your touch. Your eyes are filled with worry and questions. Joon notices and leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss, answering you this way, with his tongue in your mouth and fingers pressing into your cunt. He swallows your moans, and when he replaces his fingers with his hard length, swallows your screams too. He races to reach his high, pulling you over his dick again and again until you’re numb from pleasure. You let him handle your body the way he likes.

You’re grateful to be needed by him again.

---

“Is it true, what Jin said? You don’t like me?”

Joon had tried to ignore the jealousy coursing through him, replace his hurt with passion instead, but Seokjin’s words kept gnawing at him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

You pull your head up, chin on Namjoon’s chest, looking at your best friend. He’s naked under you still.

“Joon, you’re my best friend,” you look away shyly, “-I do like you, but sometimes it feels like you’re not even there anymore. RM just takes over, and I can’t reach you.”

Namjoon shakes his head, his fingers fiddling with your own, “RM is who I am.”

You stay silent, even though Namjoon can’t hear your thoughts, you feel guilty, because in that moment all that comes to your mind is how much you don’t like RM.

---

You survey the wreckage. It looked like a mini hurricane ran through the building, legs stumbling over wreckage as you walk up to a very disgruntled bank teller.

“Sorry you have to see me again,” you greet, pulling out your checklist, “Care to fill me in on the details before we begin the cleanup?”

You listen to the bank teller explain what occurred dramatically, like they couldn’t believe it with their own eyes. “There was RM, right there!” “And another man, he had superpowers too!” “They fought! He beat the strongest man alive!”

You feel the blood drain from your face. Namjoon didn’t speak to you today, or the day before, and you had been too scared to rock your already shaky relationship to reach out to him first.

He should have contacted you! He should have told you! You look around the wreckage, and then you see it, across the open safe, in purple spray paint, two lines connecting into a V.

‘Well, that’s going to take awhile to clean…’

It’s four in the morning now and you're relentlessly pounding on Namjoon’s door.

“Joon! Are you in there?!” You sigh, he has to have a spare key somewhere, and if not then you’ll just-

---

Namjoon looks up from his book to see your very upset face staring down at him.

“How did you get in here?!”

“Kim Namjoon, why didn’t you answer me - you’re hurt!” He shakes you off when you rush to his side.

“Yeah, well, I was introduced to some more old classmates,” he says bitterly.

“There’s more...?” You feel sick, worried for the future, how many more people like Kim Taehyung are there?

Namjoon nods. “Do you remember Jung Hoseok? Yeah? Remember his nickname?”

“Hmm, the classroom’s sun? Because he brightened the room with his presence.”

“Well looks like he can do a lot more than that now. It’s like he controls the weather, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You take a seat on the floor by his still broken couch, your head resting on Namjoon’s knee. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Namjoon clenches his jaw, patting your head. “They’re dangerous. I don't want you anywhere near them.”

“I can still try to help you, Joon.”

“Would you help me or help them?!”

You glare at him. “Of course I would help you, you idiot,” you say, reaching over and smacking him on the head.

“Ow,” he winces, rubbing the spot. “I’m already in enough pain, woman!”

You jump up and hug him close to you, “Your job might be to protect the whole world, but my job is to protect you, okay?” Joon hugs you back, sighing.

“I know you said to let it go, but I can’t, I just can’t. Not now.”

You nod, ready to help him for your own selfish reasons, swallowing down your anger because wanting revenge is not very heroic and Namjoon wouldn't approve, “They had to have a reason for stealing more money, and I think I might know why-”

“Tell me later, now, just rest with me. I always feel better afterwards when you do,” Namjoon grunts, moving over to give you space.

You settle down by your friend’s side, cuddling on the couch. Both content now that you’re together again. “Remind me to fix this couch,” you mumble.

“Shhh, come closer.” You don’t believe you could get any closer to Namjoon, but you scoot your body over, paying careful attention to where he’s hurt. You’ll have to fix that too.

---

Namjoon lands in front of the oil rig on the outskirts of the city with you cradled in his arms, placing you on the ground. “Whoa! Why don’t we do that more often? I give that trip five stars.”

Namjoon scoffs, smiling. “You really think they are going to try to blow this place up too?”

You nod. “I looked into it and this company has tons of fines for illegal waste dumping. Also, when we were up in the air didn’t you notice how all the street lights went dark in the surrounding area. I bet you anything the street cameras aren’t working either.” You and your caped friend walk the perimeter and sure enough Namjoon’s sharp eyes spot blinking lights under one of the oil tankers.

“Please tell me you know how to diffuse one of those things.”

“Um, if I crush it, does that count as diffusing it?”

Jungkook appears, “I can’t let you do that, RM.”

“And I can’t let you blow up a tanker, Jungkook. What are you trying to accomplish now?”

“He’s got a point, for a group who wants to save the planet, blowing up the planet seems counterintuitive.”

Jungkook shifts awkwardly. Disappearing and then reappearing with Kim Taehyung in tow.

“RM,” he nods towards your friend, “Y/n, are you here to help or try and stop us again?”

You speak first, “We’re stopping you this time, V.”

“What's the reason this time, Taehyung?”

“Do you know how many times this company has spilled oil into the ocean? When’s the last time the media covered an oil spill? When's the last time people cared? But if there was a massive spill just outside the city, an explosion on top of that, that’s worth a camera crew, don’t you think? People might start to care again.”

“Can’t you just get your new Mayor friend to do something about this instead, why do you always have to take such drastic measures? I can’t defend you for this, Taehyung.” you yell, hoping to talk some sense into him.

Taehyung shakes his head, “Every second we waste trying to go through bureaucratic red tape the planet is closer to dying. In thirty years we might not even have any fish to save. We have to act now!”

You look between the men, each standing tall and unwavering. You reach for Namjoon’s hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. “Sorry V, we’re not going to let you do this.”

Taehyung sighs. “I’m sorry too.”

If RM was the world's very first superhero, V was the very first super villain. Except there were multiple of him, all with the same ideals, all powerful like him...like Jung Hoseok.

Jungkook disappears and reappears with one more man. You barely recognize him, you knew him as the happy go lucky boy who always joked around and smiled brightly. He wasn’t smiling now. With tan skin and sharp jawline, lips pressed into a tight line, Jung Hoseok stands next to them, eyes full of fire.

The ground starts shaking, Namjoon grabs you and flies high into the night sky. In that moment it starts raining, hard, lightning filling the clouds, and Namjoon makes a hasty landing again, hiding you behind tall barrels before he leaves to stop Hoseok. Wind shoots out, blowing debris and boxes straight towards your friend.

“Namjoon!” you scream his name. Wooden crates explode against Namjoon’s body. Namjoon picks up a tractor, throwing it towards Hoseok. The metal rig flies through the air, stopping short of its target thanks to another strong gust of wind. You watch stunned. You’ve never seen such raw power, both men are incredible and terrifying. You never thought anyone else could match Namjoon’s strength until today.

Namjoon continues to be pummeled by machinery, the rain making things so much harder for him. You can’t take watching him get slowly beaten down, struggling against the wind and rain and Hoseok’s constant barrage. You can’t take it anymore!

A large metal shipping container flies through the air, powered by Hoseok’s wind. You scream for Namjoon to notice, but he’s fallen, slipped to the ground, already so beaten up, and the large metal object is getting closer and closer, about to hit him.

So you run towards your friend.

And you make a decision.

The shipping container stops.

Namjoon looks up at you, your body stiff and shaking with adrenaline, your arms outstretched above him, the container stopped in mid air. You look down at your best friend and the only thing you can think to say is a weak, “Sorry.”

You wave the container away with both arms. And before Joon can question you, you wave your hand backward, sliding him far away from you, moving him to safety, so he couldn’t see you and couldn’t stop you, because you are not a superhero, you’re not like RM, you never wanted to be a hero, and you swore to Taehyung what you would do if he tried to hurt your friend again.

You lift Hoseok off the ground, the ground splits beneath you, but you bond the earth back to the way it was as quick as it happened. You were an expert in putting things back together, after all.

With a look, you throw Hoseok into the dirt hard, knocking him out. Jungkook appears in front of you and a simple lift of your hand stills him. He looks at you wide eyed as you keep him from teleporting.

“I warned you.” You can feel Taehyung behind you. Even if he remained invisible you could feel his molecules, like you could feel all the surrounding molecules. You weren’t lying to him when you told him you could feel him.

The surrounding lights turn on, blinding you. So you shatter the lights and the surrounding cameras, and you shatter the explosives, moving them away from the tanker with a concentrated glance, containing their explosions with your mind. It wasn’t easy, nothing like you’ve experienced, the combustion so fast and intense, but you managed to keep them contained, breaking your mind control with Jungkook in the process.

He teleports Hoseok away, but before he can take Taehyung you stop him again. Jungkook tries his hardest to shift, it worries you, the way his molecules bounce around, trying to break free. You can feel Joon moving closer. You can almost see him in your mind, see his shocked face. You stop him from moving any closer and you can imagine the disappointment on his face.

You feel like crying.

You look at Taehyung who looks at you in shock, limbs pressed hard to his sides, eyes full of fear. He’s scared of you.

You can’t do it. You can’t hurt him. But you don’t know how much longer you can hold three men, who are each trying desperately to break free from your powers.

The rain and wind has stopped since knocking Hoseok down, but it doesn't stop the chill that fills your bones, knowing you can never go back to the way your life used to be. You close your eyes. You can feel the stuttering breaths Namjoon takes, he’s fighting against your powers. This is what you wanted to avoid. You start to cry.

“Jungkook, take me some place far away,” Jungkook's scared doe eyes watch you, still frozen. And then you let him go, reaching out for his arm.

---

You land in sand, soft and warm, falling down. The sun feels good on your cold wet body. You steady your breathing, waiting for your head to stop spinning.

Jungkook lies next to you panting too. You’re still holding his hand, scared he’s going to leave you. You'll be alone now, really alone.

“You had powers this whole time,” Jungkook grunts, doubling over into himself when he tries to stand up.

You nod, crying, placing your free hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, concentrating on all the areas that hurt him.

In all the days you spent by Namjoon’s side, you learned a few tricks about your telekinesis, one of them being ways to heal bruises if you concentrated hard enough on his body. You do the same for Jungkook, who stands up feeling better, shocked again by your actions.

He pulls your weeping body out of the sand. And Jeon Jungkook, sweet boy turned supervillain, hugs you close and lets you cry on his shoulder.

---

You sit high on top of the oil rig, bored, moving things back together, like pieces on a chess board, with a lazy flick of your hand. Your cleaning crew had all gone and you were left to “survey the situation.” What you really did all those nights is this, move what could be savable from the piles of debris in your cleaning trucks and piece them back together. It was a simple process and you’ve gotten really quick at it.

You can feel your friend, you feel him flying towards you, landing softly behind you. You don’t turn around, continuing your cleanup, since you’re on a schedule. Namjoon sits next to you.

“You have powers?” His eyes go wide at the movement below, mouth dropping in an ‘O’ and all you can think is, ‘cute.’

“Yeah,” you smile weakly, rubbing your arms up and down, trying to massage away the phantom pain your limbs feel “carrying” so much weight. “It happened the same night as you,” you whisper, looking down at the destruction, you go back to picking up trash and throwing it into the back of your trucks with your mind, working as he watches you in shock.

Eventually, when you can’t take his staring any longer you snap. “What?!”

Namjoon grabs you into a hug, holding you tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The truth is, you hated your powers. Namjoon embraced his powers from the very beginning, and you were happy for him. But the last thing you wanted to do is run around in a cape acting like Miss Fix It. You didn’t want to help people who had always treated you horribly. “Because you're the hero, Joonie, not me.”

Namjoon lets you go, eyes sparkling. “But, you’re like me. You could help me. We could be a...team.”

This is exactly what you were afraid of. “I...don’t want that kind of life.”

“What? But you have a gift, y/n. It has to mean something that we both got it.”

You look down at the wreckage, a crime scene, taped off from the public. “Is that what you call this? A gift?”

“Your power is amazing. Think about how many people we can help together!”

“And that’s what makes you a hero,” you sigh. You outstretch your hand, wishing to caress his cheek, but pull your hand back, not allowing yourself the thing you want most, because you couldn’t give Namjoon what he wanted. “I-I’m sorry, no.” You stand up, ready to leave.

Namjoon grabs your wrist, strong hand like a vice. Holding you there, you felt trapped, like an animal. So you concentrate, on his hand, his body. He gasps, locked in a prison of his own now. Body frozen. You pull your hand away delicately.

“No, Namjoon. I don't want to be like you.”

---

You unlock your cellphone, pointing the camera at your face, hoping you were right and weren’t about to make a fool of yourself.

“Okay, whichever one of you who's been controlling the cameras, meet me at the coffee shop on Main at noon tomorrow, I want to talk.”

You sip your latte, waiting. It’s an hour past noon. You guess you were wrong.

You walk down the street, letting your thoughts wander. You were so certain you were right. You sigh, 'Everything is a mess now,' a mess you can't fix, you think, turning down an alley. You notice a stray kitten, you still have a piece of leftover muffin you purchased at the coffee shop, so you bend down calling the kitten over.

“Hey kitty, look at you, so pretty!”

“Don’t let his cute look fool you, Jimin is a menace.”

You stop petting the kitty and turn around, meeting Yoongi’s eyes.

“What a coincidence meeting you here?”

Yoongi smiles, head tilting, eyes narrowing, “Not that much of a coincidence, actually.” He turns his head and looks at the shop next door, at the screens in the windows replaying advertisements. In that moment, all the screens go black.

“So I was right...you were the one controlling the cameras at the bank.”

“Sort of, I don’t control them. Not like you,” he scrutinizes you up and down, “I’m more like a tech ‘talker.’”

You go back to petting the kitty, who has his tail wrapped around your calf. “Same outcome, isn’t it?”

“What do you want, y/n?”

“You and Joon used to be close, right?” Yoongi leans against the building, nodding. “Please, convince Taehyung to stop this madness. Someone is going to die if you keep this up. Is that what you want? I know you’re a good man, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi swallows hard, mulling over your words. “Well, you've definitely neutered him. They’ve halted their plans for now, so you don't have to worry. Actually, that's why we came here.”

He bends down, hand cupping your cheek, stunning you, “All this time we were worried about RM when we should have been worried about you, but do you know what I think? I think you’ll end up being very useful.”

The tail around your leg tightens, you look down and see scales, and before you can react fangs pierce your skin.

You fall down, numb, watching as the snake slithers away and transforms into a man. Your former classmate Park Jimin, looking lethal, watches you, pulling out a syringe from his pocket. “It’s anti-venom.” He pierces your thigh with the needle and Yoongi covers your mouth with a rag and suddenly everything goes black.

---

“You know I could destroy this entire fucking building if I wanted to.”

You’re chained in the dark. They were smarter this time, they took your phone. You lie on a bed, hands and legs restrained.

“But you won’t.”

“Won’t I?” The ground shakes, the lamp rattles and books fall from their shelves in warning.

Jin sits beside you. “Nope, you won’t.”

“You know these restraints won’t hold me.”

“But you kind of look sexy like this, all tied up and vulnerable.” Jin’s hand runs across your jaw, you decide to crush his windpipe.

“Jokes on you, because I’m into this.” He gasps, coughing when you finally let him go.

“You’re disgusting.”

“That’s not what you’re really thinking.”

You think of every possible way to disembody the man before you. Jin sighs, “I know you don’t like our methods, but y/n, I’ve been in The Mayor’s mind. I’ve been in the same room as congressmen and CEOs…it’s inhumane, how they really are…trust me," he mutters. He reaches for your restrained hand, undoing the knot and interlacing your fingers, “I just want peace.”

You’re reminded of a quote. ‘He who wants peace, must prepare for war.’ you think.

“Claudius said that.”

“Yeah, well, he also didn’t mean you should go starting wars.”

“You don’t think people aren’t already dying for their corporate greed? The war is already here.”

“Joon is going to keep trying to stop you. Even if it kills him.”

“You love him,” he says. Your head spins hearing the truth spoken so bluntly and out loud where you can’t deny it. “If you want to save his life, contain him instead of shielding him from us.”

“I can’t betray him, I’ve already lied to him so much.”

Jin sighs, rubbing his thumb over your hand. “Do you want to know what The Mayor really thinks about RM?”

---

“Try anything funny and I’ll pluck all the feathers from your body...from the inside.”

The raven on your shoulder squawks loudly.

“She won’t, actually she’s wondering if you can transform into a man with two penises,” Jin laughs beside you.

‘Ugh, I thought that one time!’ Fucking hell. Now that’s all you can think about.

“Both of you shut up.” You knock the coffee cup out of Taehyung’s hand with your mind, who glares at you. The nerve! You didn't even want to be here, you promised you'd help Taehyung under one condition, when the time came, they would use their powers to help you too.

“Yoongi says once we start, we have approximately five minutes before the police arrive this time. And even less time before y/n’s BFF shows.”

You scoff, “Don’t you think hitting the same bank three times is a little-”

“Funny,” Jin interrupts.

“I’ll give you three guesses which billionaires keep their money invested with this institution,” Taehyung says.

“Ahh. Still-”

“Alright, see you on the other side.” Taehyung grabs the back of your head, pulling you into a quick intense kiss, silencing your retorts.

You stumble backward, surprised. “What was that for?”

“Just in case something goes wrong, this is pretty risky.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, idiot.” Taehyung smirks, going invisible. “But try and kiss me again, and I’ll get Jungkook to hop you over a volcano.”

You and Jin move to a deserted corner, you close your eyes and concentrate.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeling for anything off, I don't feel good about this.” Shit.

“What?!” You sense explosives. ‘You promised no more bombs!’ you think. “It’s not ours.” Jin looks around, spying over everyone’s thoughts, making sure no one caught on.

‘Oh no.’ You feel bombs placed inside the safe, exactly into the spot a certain pair of supervillains are about to hop into. ‘Oh fuck.’

“This seems kind of murderous, I thought we were supposed to be the bad guys?”

‘Cover me.’ Seokjin places his arms outstretched on either side of your head. You place your hands on Seokjin’s chest, palms towards the safe.

“I don’t think now's the time to feel each other up.”

“Shut up.” You concentrate, holding the energy at your fingertips. You are going to have to contain the explosions like you did before, but this time, the area you manipulate has to be even tighter to protect the pair inside the small safe.

Jin can hear the panic in his teammates' thoughts as they watch the explosions detonate in front of their eyes, like tiny black holes collapsing into themselves, the ash falls to the ground after you put your hands down.

“They’re okay. Are you okay?” Jin holds you steady.

“He’s here,” you say.

“Hey Joonie,” you whisper, standing beside your best friend.

“Y/n! Where have you been? What are you doing here?”

Jin drapes his arm over your shoulder. “We were thinking of opening a joint bank account together.” You elbow him in the ribs.

Namjoon, uncharacteristically, grabs Seokjin by the throat.

“Namjoon!” you hiss, freezing him.

“I can’t breathe,” Jin wheezes, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You separate the pair. Freezing Namjoon. Counting down the minutes until the police arrive. Because, actually, you needed the police here. So you could freeze them as well.

Because this time, the bank robbery was merely a distraction.

By now, Jungkook and Taehyung should have kidnapped the CEO of the oil company. Yoongi should be working on hacking into the company's computers, finding all their dirty little secrets. And Hoseok, well-

The corporate building falling was heard all the way from the bank.

“What have you done?” Namjoon grunts, using his strength to break your control little by little, you can feel how much power he truly had.

Namjoon was no longer holding back.

But you, after all these years spent moving concrete slabs, putting buildings back together, holding foundations from falling, have prepared your mind for this.

“Whoa.” Jin watches everything not held down starts to float. “Remind me not to piss her off again,” he says to the monkey on his shoulder, Jimin chirps back.

You walk closer to Namjoon. He grunts, movements jerky, pulling himself out from your control to be pulled back in.

“This is not you. y/n. This is..not you!” he roars. They have to have done something to you, it must have been V, you’re being controlled somehow, Namjoon has to save you!

“I don't care,” you bend down, bending Namjoon's body too. You place your forehead against his. “As long as you’re okay.” All your life you've tried to live in Namjoon's shadow, tried to parrot his ideals to make him happy. Namjoon always did the right thing, always. He used his powers selflessly and lived by a creed. You used your powers selfishly to win at claw machines, escape trouble, and make your life easier. And now, you're going to use your powers selfishly again, if only to make sure good people like Namjoon continue to do what you don't have the courage to do.

Jungkook materializes and places his hand on your shoulder. Jin and Jimin on each side of him. “Jin, before we leave, show him.” Jin walks over to your best friend, placing his hand on his head, letting the thoughts flow out of him. “So you can understand why I have to do this.” You hope he understands, you hope he forgives you.

“See you, Joonie.” You place a soft kiss on your best friend's cheek.

—

Namjoon bursts into your new apartment leaving a very Namjoon sized hole in your door.

‘Goddammit.’ You wave your hands, reconstructing the wood behind him. You move the cat out of your lap away. Jimin jumps on the table, hissing.

“Was it really you?”

You can’t lie to him, so you simply nod your head.

Namjoon picks up your living room chair, throwing it at the wall. You stop it before it connects, putting it back in place with a flick of your head.

“Why did you do it, why?”

“You know why.”

“This is all V’s fault, goddamn egomaniac, running for mayor. He forced you didn’t he? Tell me!” You've never seen Namjoon like this, so consumed with anger and sadness, it breaks your heart.

“He’s not so bad.” you murmur, closing your eyes, unable to face Namjoon’s sad watery eyes, “I did it to protect you.”

“NO!” Namjoon holds your head in his hands, shaking you. It hurts to see him like this, so weary and lost, eyes full of unshed tears. “I feel like I barely know who you are anymore,” he chokes. “This entire time you lied to me, for years. You know, I felt so alone sometimes. Sometimes I thought why me, I felt like everyone was counting on me. That you were-” Namjoon pauses. “But you never needed me, did you?”

“No.” you say. It didn't feel like the truth, but it didn't feel like a lie either. “Joon, what if...what if we run away. You and me?” You look pleadingly at your friend. The way he looks at you, you think to yourself he might just say yes, he might choose you the way you always chose him.

“I have to protect the city, now more than ever.”

“Of course.” You walk to your balcony. You feel Namjoon behind you. You want him to reach out to you, hug you, but you don’t know if he’ll ever touch you again. “So are you going to arrest me, then?”

Namjoon laughs bitterly, it's not like he had any proof, Taehyung and his friends made sure of that. “No, I’m not. Some hero I am.”

“You’ll always be my hero.”

Namjoon punches your glass door, shattering the glass, pieces flying in every direction. You reassemble it before the shards can hit you. Namjoon grabs you by the collar, slamming you into the glass, so hard it cracks against your spine. You easily fix that too. “You’re a murderer.”

“You saw what he would have done to you.” Seokjin had shown you the plans The Mayor had for Namjoon, the way he was plotting to experiment on your friend, turn him into a lab rat, and tear him apart if he had to so he could steal your friend's powers. He would have killed Namjoon just to release himself from V's clutches.

His fists tighten around your shirt, you could stop him if you wanted to, but you deserved it, so you let him continue. “I can’t love you, I-I can’t love a murderer.”

You kiss him and you don’t know whether it’s the last time you’ll ever feel his lips against yours, so you don't stop until he flies away.

---

“I’ll be there soon, Jin! Some of us still try to act like upstanding members of society!” You listen to Seokjin whine about how his power can’t reach through phones, and you suggest Yoongi help him, but the line mysteriously cuts out before you can finish your sentence. You sigh, pulling out your clipboard, surveying the pool.

Wait…“Where's the pool?!” You yell. Your assistant points at the pile of rubble.

“There.”

You groan, wheeling around as another larger pile across from you tumbles to the ground. “Where is he?!” you berate your poor assistant who points towards aforementioned rumbling pile.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Err well I was trying to help by moving this boulder for you, but then it...broke into pieces.” Namjoon says sheepishly.

You look towards the sky, cursing your existence. “Are you doing this to me on purpose? It seems like my cleanups have doubled since I stopped charging for my services.”

After everything that has transpired, you changed your specialty super hero clean up crew to a non-profit environmental clean up organization, but what your new profession really did was serve as the perfect front for your newfound partnership with V and his posse of super powered activists.

“It’s not like you need the money,” Joon says annoyed. He's been trying to stop the latest string of thefts targeting the homes of the city's elite for months, but you and your friend's are annoyingly exceptional thieves.

“Well maybe if I didn’t spend all my time cleaning up this city after you, I wouldn’t need to participate in certain extracurricular activities.”

“Yeah right, you do it because you enjoy pissing me off.”

You scoff, “If I piss you off so much then arrest me, God of Destruction.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you, standing in your space, towering over you. You suspect he is trying to look intimidating, but how can you be scared of him? Even now, with his hardened eyes, chest puffed out, you just find him cute. “Tell your assistant to go home.”

“GO HOME, I GOT IT FROM HERE,” you yell.

When the two of you are finally alone you turn to Namjoon, stealing a kiss. He hovers in mid air, moving just out of reach of you.

So you use your powers to lift yourself off the ground as well. Namjoon raises an eyebrow when you smirk at him, "Have you always been able to do that?"

You shrug, "Probably, now I just know how."

You survey the wreckage from above, "This is going to take me all day, even with my superpowers," you whine.

Namjoon stays hovered next to you, coughing, "Do you want me to bring you dinner?"

"Only if it's Thai food."

"Joon, I know why you did this," you chew on a dumpling, sitting inside the emptied pool with your old friend, watching the sun set together after a very long day of cleaning. Namjoon had stayed close by, to your annoyance, seeming to make more mess than really helping. "You can't stop me from going to The Mayor's gala."

"Whatever Mayor Kim is planning, you don't need to be a part of it." You can't help but laugh, you knew Namjoon couldn't stand Taehyung as Mayor. No matter how much good he was bringing to the city, Namjoon knew what went on behind the scenes, and he made it his mission to bring V, and Mayor Kim Taehyung, down.

"How about you be my date, we'll go together."

Namjoon scoffs, hands crossing over his large chest, looking you over. "I've already received an invite, Tae sure must want me there, to get you to try to convince me. What's his game?"

You frown, "That's not why I asked. But you're probably right." you stretch, full of food. "Anyways, I'd like to see you try and stop us," you yawn your threat, not really caring either way.

His pinky finger brushes against you own, Namjoon exhales a long sigh. "You know, the last time I helped the Police Chief, he asked me to follow a lead on a certain Syndicate Leader." Namjoon says, glancing over to you as you busy yourself with your food silently listening to his story.

"When I finally found him, he tried to shoot me," he pauses, waiting for you to speak, but you stay silent, and he continues, "But for some reason the gun didn't go off, no matter how many times he pulled the trigger."

"That's lucky," you hum.

"And actually, the only time his gun did work, is when he turned the gun on himself and shot his foot. I still don't know why he would do that. Do you?"

"People do odd things they normally wouldn't when backed into a corner, I guess."

"Is that so?" The pool is quiet, the night is chilly, and the way Namjoon stares at you leaves you boiling on the inside, your heart screaming for him.

"So am I going to have to ask Jin to be my date, instead?"

Namjoon bends down, stealing your breath away with a kiss. You stayed still and inhaled him, his woodsy smell was something you could never forget, one you yearned for when he wasn't around you and made you miss all the times you used to spend together when he was.

His arms stayed tight and crushing around your body, keeping you warm. His mouth still so close to yours, the soft skin of his lips grazing yours when he speaks again.

"If I catch you there, I'm not going to hold back."

And that makes you smile.

---

I swear, this always happens, enjoy this break in programming fueled by a random idea and collective Kim Namjoon thirst. I hope you enjoyed <;3.

Sequel: X-mas Special!

[hansolmates]

remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae​ / @eerieedits​ for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok part 2: distance learning drabbles; 01

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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room. 

“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides. 

“For fuck’s sake—” 

You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals. 

The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you. 

When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure. 

Speaking of pleasure. 

Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm. 

Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely. 

Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning. 

[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch! 

[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6

[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u 

Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook. 

You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor. 

Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat. 

The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.) 

The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest. 

So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back. 

Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour. 

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!” 

This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately. 

No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed. 

The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone. 

You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.

You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.

“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.” 

With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out. 

You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging. 

“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!” 

Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud. 

“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.” 

“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment. 

“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you. 

You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.” 

When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.” 

Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy. 

“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision. 

You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.” 

“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily. 

The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response. 

The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner. 

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s  your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura. 

“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.” 

As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide. 

“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.” 

“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.” 

Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour. 

You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed. 

When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.

“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—” 

“You’re deflecting.” 

Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.” 

“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.” 

“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.

“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?” 

The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.

Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.

You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely. 

When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand. 

Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.

“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—” 

“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.” 

“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.” 

“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?” 

Fuck. 

It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties. 

“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?” 

“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”

“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.” 

You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand. 

A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.” 

You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.” 

He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.” 

What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex. 

You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles. 

“I want to hear you say it, doll.” 

Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.” 

His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.” 

In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest. 

“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app. 

“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt. 

Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?” 

“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness. 

“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.” 

“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?” 

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?” 

You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait? 

It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about? 

You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices. 

Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch. 

[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time 

[3:01] Jeon: put it in

Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go. 

[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call

Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on. 

Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—” 

“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice. 

Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech. 

“Doll, are you hard of hearing?” 

“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.” 

“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?” 

“Very wet.”

“Little more detail.” 

“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.” 

A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake. 

“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.” 

It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says. 

“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual. 

“What?” 

“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.” 

He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.” 

You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices. 

It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch. 

“It’s in,” you reply softly. 

“Good.” 

You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable! 

“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer. 

It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm. 

“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line. 

“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?” 

And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here. 

“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?” 

“Y-you,” you mumble shyly. 

“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”

What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting. 

Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…” 

“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!” 

Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.

“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.” 

Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips. 

“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”

“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?” 

Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.” 

Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.” 

Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking. 

“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?” 

“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.” 

“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”

You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.

“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”

“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?” 

“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!” 

“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?” 

Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—” 

You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you. 

“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice. 

“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass. 

“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.” 

Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking. 

You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours. 

You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of. 

The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.

“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.” 

“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot. 

Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.

“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator. 

“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—” 

“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.

You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.” 

That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?” 

The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.” 

“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.” 

His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later. 

His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval. 

You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts. 

“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.

“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.” 

You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply. 

Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.

“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.” 

And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent. 

He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out. 

“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.” 

“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!” 

You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you. 

You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands. 

“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?” 

“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.” 

“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.

“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.” 

“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.” 

“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.” 

His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.” 

It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery. 

“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest. 

“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.” 

You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated. 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 11) - Downtown

Summary: The reader and Jensen have a very fun night in downtown Austin but things start to take a turn when Jensen gets anxious and the reader calls in an old friend for help. A week later the whole family heads up North and the reader gets to meet her future family for the first time but she gets the notion she’s not exactly as welcomed as some of them say...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Coitus Interruptus

Word Count: 7,700ish

Warnings: Mature (language, minor frightening situation, semi-public smut, implied past assault, anxiety attack, family angst, family fluff)

A/N: This part is a rollercoaster, trust me! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

A/N: Also written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“Jensen?” you said from the shower a few hours later. He hummed from the vanity where he was fixing his hair. “Are we going to a dress up kind of place for dinner?”

“A dress would probably be in order but something casual, like a summer one or something,” he said. “Like your white one with the little yellow flowers on it.”

“I bought that like three days ago,” you laughed. “You’ve never even seen me in it.”

“You gonna let me see you in it tonight?” he asked. 

“Maybe,” you teased.

“I’ll leave it out on the bed,” he said. “Oh and a little something else I’d like if you put on too.”

“Did you buy me underwear?” you laughed.

“You’re gonna have to wait and see, sweetheart,” he said. “Just do what the note on the bed says, alright?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll play your game,” you said. You heard him leave and finished washing up, ducking out of the shower and working on your hair. It dried quickly thankfully and you threw it up into a loose pony tail, a few loose strands framing your face. You put on chapstick and thought about doing your makeup but decided against it. It wasn’t a fancy place you were going from the sounds of it and it was warm out which meant sweat which meant your face was going to melt off anyways.

In the bedroom you found your dress on the bed along with a strip of fabric and a folded piece of paper.

Get dressed and then put this on. I’ll be back soon.

“Well what are you up to Ackles,” you said. You threw on some underwear and a strapless bra, pulling on the short flowy summer dress and leaning back against the bed. You picked up the fabric and shook your head, tying it over your eyes before you laid back on the mattress. About ten minutes later the door opened and you sat up, Jensen chuckling. 

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“What’s the big secret?” you asked. 

“Oh, nothing at all. I am gonna need you to keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times mam,” he said before he was scooping you up. You threw your arms around him and he walked you out of the room, carrying you over to a quiet loft corner of the upstairs. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

You relaxed back into the lounger you occasionally found him hiding away in to take a nap or do some reading. You stretched out, hearing the floor creak.

“Ready to go?” he asked, picking you up once again.

“We’re not going out are we,” you said, holding on as you felt him walk you around and a door open, the air suddenly a bit warmer with a slight breeze to it.

“Oh we’re going out,” he said, setting you down, bare feet touching wood. He undid the blindfold and stepped aside. “Ta da. Your very own private rooftop dinner.”

You looked at the nice table he’d set on his balcony, string lights around you, a bottle of wine sat on a small table nearby along with a few covered trays. He smiled in his khaki shorts and light blue dress shirt, a light flush to his cheeks.

“It’s perfect Jensen,” you said. You gave him a hug and kiss, Jensen showing you over to your seat, sliding it in for you. “You did all this in an hour?”

“Well I started planning it a few hours ago. I ordered the food while I set this up and you take very long showers thankfully,” he chuckled. You looked around as he uncorked the wine, Jensen pouring a few glasses for the two of you. “Too much?”

“No. It’s sweet and romantic but not over the top and…” you trailed off as he set the bottle down. “I just really, really, love you.”

“Me too,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Let’s eat while it’s hot. I have other things in store for this evening after all.”

“Y/N,” giggled Jensen two hours later. “Y/N, you’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Making out in the backseat was your idea I recall,” you said, nipping at his kiss swollen lips. 

“I meant more the you jerking me off thing,” he said as he panted up at you. You cocked your head and grinned. “Oh you are so dirty and I am here for it.”

“Please tell me you have a condom somewhere in this car. I’ve never had sex in a car before you know and I really want to tonight. Like really, really, want to,” you said, biting lightly at his neck.

“Glovebox,” he said. You crawled over to the front seat and dug around, finding a few in there.

“Mr. Ackles,” you grinned over the back of the seat, holding one up. “You are not the sweet boy next door you pretend to be, are you?”

“You’re one to talk,” he laughed, shoving his shorts down and rolling a condom on. You climbed back over the bench and straddled him, Jensen moaning softly as you sunk down. You rolled your hips slowly, Jensen thrusting up. “Fuck. We need to have car sex more often.”

“Yes we-” you said before you both heard the very distinctive bleep from a cop car. Your eyes went wide and you scrambled to get off of him, Jensen yanking his shorts up. You saw an officer walking up and you threw your legs over his lap while he fixed his shorts. A knock came at the window and you rolled it down, an officer giving you a hard face. 

“Anything we can help you with officer?” asked Jensen. The officer narrowed his eyes and you quickly recognized them when he shook his head.

“Jensen, Jensen, Jensen,” he said, Jensen sighing in relief. “Got a report of two people making out in an Impala. I figured some kids must have stolen my good friend’s car since Jared’s is sitting at home. I did not think you of all people-”

“Shut up,” groaned Jensen. 

“Are we in trouble?” you asked. He shook his head and you smiled. 

“If you want to make out or do whatever that condom wrapper is on the floor there for, just do me a favor and drive out of town a few more miles. They don’t give a shit about that sort of thing ten minutes over.”

“Duly noted. Can we get back to our business?” asked Jensen. His friend pursed his lips and Jensen pouted. “Remember that time I pretended you were sleeping over so you could go have a sleepover with-”

“Dude. I’m fucking with ya. Have fun. I’ll keep an eye out for a few minutes but then you’re on your own,” he said. “Later Jenny, Y/N.”

“Dick,” said Jensen, smiling as you rolled up the windows. “Where were we?”

“I don’t know. Jenny,” you said, grinning before he pulled you down, your back hitting the seat.

“Oh now you’re asking for it,” he teased, undoing his shorts. 

“I’m shaking in my boots at big bad Jenny,” you said, Jensen shoving his shorts down. “So scary.”

“Call me Jenny one more time,” he said, pushing up the bottom of your dress. “I dare ya.”

“Jenny,” you said with a smirk. He leaned down and pushed your underwear aside.

“Gonna regret that,” he growled in your ear. He slid inside of you in one smooth motion, bottoming out and pulling out fast. He slammed in hard and you flew your hand against the door, holding onto his shoulder.

“Fuck,” you breathed out as he pounded into you. He’d never been so rough before and you were all for it. “You can do better than that Jenny. I know you can.”

“You asked for it,” he said, snapping his hips. You squeezed your walls around him, Jensen working on giving you a hickey. 

“Is that all you got?” you said, wrapping your legs around him. He growled against your skin and grabbed your wrists, pinning them together against the door. 

He thrust hard and you strained against him, legs letting go. You shut your eyes and felt him slow down before stopping completely.

“Honey?” he asked. You forced your eyes open, Jensen’s hands on your face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt something?”

“Bad memory,” you said. He went to sit back and you shook your head. “No. I was having fun until you pinned me like that. Please keep going?”

“Alright,” he said softly. “I won’t-“

“No. Do it.”

“Y/N no,” he said. You grabbed his hand and placed it over your wrists. “Y/N.”

“I trust you. I want good memories and I want to have rough sex and if you scare me I’ll say so. I promise,” you said. He nodded and leaned forward again. He pinned your wrists over your head once more and picked up the pace, quickly falling back into a harsh rhythm. “Come on Jenny. Give it to me.”

He growled and thrust hard into you at a breakneck pace, your legs wrapped around his torso once more.

“I said-“ you got out before a low deep pressure in your core exploded. You gasped and keened your head back, Jensen grunting straight into your ear before he finally stopped, breathing hard. You stared up and took short breaths, Jensen’s hands wrapping around your back and pulling you up into a kiss.

“I love you so much,” he murmured. 

“I love you,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you. That was intense but good intense. I felt safe with you.”

“No one’s gonna hurt you ever again,” he said. You gave him a hug he returned, Jensen holding you close. “Was that okay?”

“It was great. I’d love to see this side of you again sometime,” you said, kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry for teasing you though.”

“The Jenny thing? Nah, just a nickname from school. It don’t bother me. Just there’s this rule see only certain people can call me that or else things aren’t gonna end well for them,” he said.

“Am I one of these people?”

“Oh hell no. Not unless you want more of what you just got.”

“I’ll have to remember that,” you said. You felt him grow soft and start slipping out of you, Jensen helping you off of him. He removed the condom with mostly no mess and you stretched out.

“Do you wanna go for a walk? Downtown?” he asked. You nodded and he climbed in the front seat, driving the car away from the park and on a side street that was busier. You ducked out of the backseat, rubbing your arms in the cooler night air.

Jensen walked around with his hoodie in his hands, handing it to you. You pulled it over your head and smiled, Jensen taking your hand, tossing the condom in a trash can you went past.

“You know, you make me feel like I’m some kid in love for the first time,” said Jensen. “But we both know that’s not true but for some reason, I haven’t felt much like a 43 year old lately.”

“My brain is stuck on like age twenty,” you said.

“Same,” he chuckled. “Your head always stays young somehow.”

“So what do you mean by that not feeling age comment then?”

“I feel like some teenage kid that just wants to run off with you on a whim but I can’t exactly do that.”

“Yeah you can. We’re doing it right now,” you said.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said. 

“I know. But the kids are always a positive to me. Sure we can’t run off for a week at the drop of a hat but most people can’t either. I know what I signed up for. I have to share you and be second fiddle sometimes and I’m okay with that.”

“Why though?” he asked. “Don’t you want to be selfish sometimes, just have it be us?”

“Sure but I don’t need whole days. Waking up with you, falling asleep, quiet cups of coffee or impromptu lazy days and dates, a moment here and there is good enough. I don’t need you to tell me you love me all day everyday. I already know so the moments, those are more than good.”

“People aren’t really like that,” he said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Not when they’re starting out in a relationship anyways.”

“Well I’ve only ever been in two serious relationships. One lasted a decade and went nowhere. The other one, maybe we don’t get everything two kids who are figuring it out for the first time do. But we get a lot of shit they don’t either. I don’t get bullshit. I don’t get games. It’s real and the fact you’re a father and have responsibilities and obligations that come before me doesn’t bother me. I love you and you make me a better person, a happier person. But I just don’t get the logic that I should want more when you can’t give it and I can’t take it.”

“Do you wish we could start from scratch though?” he asked. “Hypothetically.”

“Start from scratch when? You would have been thirty one when I was eighteen and I sure as hell wasn’t mature enough for an older guy back then. You wouldn’t be you and I wouldn’t be me, not these versions at least.”

“You don’t have it in you to be selfish and just say you wish things were different,” he said. You stopped at a corner and shook your head.

“Yeah, Jensen. If I had things my way, you would have zero idea I existed. You’d be with Dee on this date right now and not me,” you said. He crossed his arms and grabbed yours, turning you down the block again as you walked. “Jensen…we were having a nice night. I don’t want to fight.”

He stopped and walked your back against a brick wall, planting a fast kiss on you. 

“Stop saying shit like that,” he breathed out when he pulled back.

“Shit like what?”

“Shit like you’re less important to me. What, cause I knew her longer I’m supposed to love her more? Cause we have kids she’s always more important and you’re the rebound? I hate when you say shit like that.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, Jensen planting his hands on either side of you.

“I don’t know how to make you not think that. Because I know how I feel and it has ripped me apart thinking how wrong it was for me to care about you like I do. To love you as much as I do. Because it’s not less. It’s not more. It’s just different but the same and I need you to tell me how to make you believe me. Just tell me and I’ll do it.”

“You’re crying,” you said, wiping off his face. He straightened up and sighed, letting you wipe him off with the sleeves of his hoodie. You grabbed his hand and pulled him around the corner to the entrance of an alley, Jensen glancing down it.

“It’s not safe,” he said before you put a hand over his mouth. 

“I did not say that to upset you and I don’t think what I said came out right. I know I’m not a rebound. All I was trying to say is if I could have stopped you from hurting so badly, stop the kids, stop everyone, from going through that pain, I would have. I’d let you go for that.”

“You don’t know how fucked up I was before you,” he said. He glanced at the street and sighed. “Y/N I act. I’m damn good at it. I can play the bad guy, the fucking cocky bastard, the hero. I can play any character that gets thrown at me. I can pretend to my friends and my family that six months after she was gone I was better. So I fucking pretended and pretended and every single moment was focused on those three kids and nothing else. Nothing mattered to me. I didn’t matter to me. But I needed to work again and I needed help and you walked through the front door and it fell apart. You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

“Jensen…” you said, pulling him into a hug. You saw a sketchy guy cut through the alley, rushing over. “Fuck off! We’re having a fucking moment!”

The guy froze and stared at you, heading back the other direction.

“Did you just scream at a mugger?” asked Jensen, staring back into the alley as you tugged him back out into the light. 

“Maybe. I don’t know. I...have you ever been to a therapist? Honestly?” you asked.

“No. I lied about that,” he said as he looked down. “I told my family that and they bought it.”

“Come on,” you said, taking his hand and turning around. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Somewhere you can talk,” you said. “I promise.”

One Hour Later

“Y/N,” said Dr. Moseley. You scrambled from hanging your feet over the back of the couch and righted yourself, Jensen chuckling as he stepped out from the office into the lobby area. “Been doing that since she was a kid. Some habits die hard.”

“I think that’s just how she enjoys watching TV,” said Jensen while you hit the button on the remote. You stood up and Jensen looked a whole lot red eyed but lighter too. “I feel better. A lot better.”

“Y/N, your turn,” said Dr. Moseley and you stared. “You gonna call my office and ask for an emergency session for your fiance I’m not letting you slip out of here without a quick tag up.”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “I’m hungry.”

“Ten minutes tops,” said Dr. Moseley to Jensen. You padded into the familiar office, the door closing behind you. “So. How have things been?”

“I don’t know. Is my fiance alright?” you asked.

“Yeah. I don’t even peg him as a repeat customer. He does need to work on bottling things up though. I know you have some good tips for that,” he said as you nodded. “You look good. Things are more stable it sounds like.”

“Yeah. I dumped the loser. Sold a children’s book,” you said.

“Ah you loved drawing I remember. That’s all we did our first session together,” he said.

“You didn’t tell him, did you.”

“You didn’t tell him either,” he said. “I thought I’d never hear from you again.”

“You did say if I was ever in trouble,” you said, looking back at the door. “He’s okay?”

“Yeah. He’s getting close to the year anniversary of the death. It can be triggering to some. But I think with you he’ll be just fine,” he said. 

“Thanks Ray,” you said, spotting the picture on the shelf behind him. “Shit, Georgie got big.”

“Well you haven’t seen him in nine years and he was ten last time you saw him,” he chuckled, pulling out his phone and showing you a few pictures. “Taylor had her twentieth birthday last week.”

“My soon to be step daughter’s is next week,” you said with a smile.

“Shit you all grew up fast. That’s what I get for adopting,” he chuckled to himself, taking a seat on the couch beside you. “Thanks for calling tonight.”

“I knew you’d help him,” you said.

“Sounds like he helps you too,” he said. 

“He’s alright,” you said with a shrug. 

“He’s a little old for you.”

“Mom was a little old for you,” you said, Ray smiling. “How’s Sarah?”

“Good. She asks about you every so often,” he said. “Asks if we made up yet.”

“We never fought,” you said. You looked down, Ray tucking a hair behind your ear. 

“You stopped smiling when your mom got her diagnosis,” he said. “No matter what I did, I couldn’t get a smile back on that face.”

“Ray it wasn’t you,” you said. 

“The way you lit up when you saw him walk out of this room...I don’t know how you got that spark back but I’m glad you found it,” he said.

“He has a lot to do with that,” you said. “The kids do.”

“I wasn’t in a great place myself when I met you,” he said. “God I did not realize-”

“When that snarky eight year old walked in you’d end up with her mom?” you asked. 

“It was highly inappropriate,” he said.

“So is ending up with the dad you were nannying for,” you said. 

“Mom would like him. He’s kind. Got a lot of love in there,” he said. “He said that thing she used to say to me.”

“I may have told him about the you can have more than one person thing.”

“She’d like him,” he said.

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I’d prefer you not end up with you know, a celebrity. But if you’re gonna be with one, be with that one. He stays out of trouble,” he said.

“Uh, how would you know that?” you asked. 

“Sarah’s something of a...fan of his old show. When she saw you in the background of his instagram photo, I did a little digging.”

“Ray.”

“I care about you. Sue me,” he said. You turned and looked out the dark window. “It was good seeing you again.”

“You know you didn’t do anything wrong right?” you said.

“I know. You had to go and find your own way. I understand it. It doesn’t mean you can’t ever come back,” he said. “If you want that is.”

“Ray I’m not looking for a father,” you said.

“You don’t have to look at all,” he said.

“If you wanted in my life so badly you could have adopted me. You could have married mom. But you didn’t and less than two years later-”

“Your mother did not want to marry again and I didn’t adopt you to because you didn’t want me to.”

“Of course I wanted you to. You don’t need a fucking PhD to figure that one out.”

“No you didn’t. You told me yourself.”

“I was a pissed off, upset, hormonal teenager, Ray. I wanted the exact opposite of that. I wanted to know you loved me just as much as you did her and maybe you did but it left a mark and I left. You moved on and I moved on. Let’s be happy and forget about the rest, alright?”

“Alright,” he said as you stood. “If you ever-”

“I know. I can call you,” you said. He nodded and you went to the door, leaning your head back. “Maybe you guys can come over for swimming or something sometime.”

“You just said you moved on.”

“I moved on from being pissed off at you a long time ago. I have lived with a man that lost the love of his life for six months. Losing mom fucked you up just as bad and I was too young to understand that back then. But maybe we can do dinners every once in a while again, you know?”

“I’d like that,” he said.

“I’ll call sometime when things are a little slower for us.”

“Okay,” he said with a smile He got up and you paused, getting a hug from him. “He’ll be alright, needed to let it out, hear you’re not going anywhere is all.”

“Were you ever afraid of losing Sarah?” you asked. “You’ve been in his position before is why I ask.”

“People are different but yeah, when someone gets inside like that after you’ve suffered losing that before, it’s frightening. It can be debilitating. It can ruin things.”

“But you and Sarah got married and are still together.”

“Be gentle with him when he’s afraid. Comfort him but don’t coddle him. His fears will become manageable and quiet. He has fallen unconditionally in love with you knowing how much pain happens when it gets taken away. Part of him says run away and save yourself from it happening again. Part of him says she’s worth every second of that pain. It’s how I was. Just treat him normally and he’ll learn to live with it.”

“It doesn’t go away?”

“Has he ever been late coming home? Fender bender?”

“He got bit by a scorpion recently,” you said.

“Did you freak out?”

“On the inside,” you said as he smiled. “So that’s the cost.”

“The good times are worth the bad ones,” he said. “Go take him around the corner to Mort’s. They’re open until midnight in the summer.”

“Do they still do the peach cobbler sundae?” you asked.

“Oh yeah,” he said.

“Do you want to…” you trailed off.

“It’s late but I appreciate the offer. Another time for sure though. I have a soccer game to get ready for in the morning,” he said with a sigh. “I am so not coaching next year. I should have quit when Taylor graduated.”

“Yeah you will,” you said. “You were even my coach back in the day.”

“I still can’t kick the ball yet for some reason they want me to be head coach,” he chuckled as he opened the door. Jensen had his nose in the bookshelf, turning around with a curious look. “Y/N’s going to take you out for ice cream. Doctor’s orders.”

“Is this...Y/N?” asked Jensen, pointing at a photograph. Ray walked over and smiled as he picked it up.

“She was about ten years old in that picture,” he said, showing it to you.

“I remember that day. You puked on the ferris wheel,” you said.

“I don’t do rides well,” he said, putting it back.

“Wait I thought you were her therapist for all the crap that happened as a kid,” said Jensen, glancing at you.

“I was. Y/N’s mother felt after the adoption it’d be good for her, for them both, to have Y/N see someone,” said Ray.

“Oh. That’s nice you do like a fun day for your patients,” said Jensen. You rolled your eyes as Ray chuckled.

“Jensen. This is Dr. Moseley. Dr. Ray Moseley. My mom’s old boyfriend,” you said. Jensen looked at Ray and smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Jensen. “I’ve heard good things.”

“Well that’s always good,” said Ray. “I’ll see you two around sometime.”

“We would like that,” you said, taking Jensen’s hand. “Let’s let Ray head home. He’s got an early morning.”

“It was nice meeting you Jensen. Call anytime you need to, day or night,” said Ray.

“Thanks,” said Jensen. A few minutes later you were back on the street and walking down the block, Ray driving off in his car. “So the therapist you know from when you were a kid is Ray?”

“Yeah. It’s how they met. My mom wanted me to deal with the stuff my dad did. Ray helped me process and be a pretty normal kid again. He and mom hit it off. He was done for the first day they met he said. They got together after I finished up my sessions. When you started talking like that earlier and said you never spoke to anyone, I knew Ray could help.”

“Thanks,” he said quietly, letting you lead him towards an ice cream shop. You sent him over to a table out front while you ordered, returning after a moment with a sundae in a dish and two spoons. “I’m sorry, for lying about seeing a therapist.”

“Why did you?” you asked, taking a seat and handing him a spoon.

“It’s what I told everyone. People don’t worry so much,” he said with a shrug. “I...I’m normally the one that other people can come to for help. I’m not so good at asking for it. I got tired of everyone constantly asking me are you okay? Let me do this for you. Let me do that. I got it, you go rest. I wanted everyone to leave me alone and treat me normally again. Lying took care of that mostly.”

“Please don’t lie to me ever again,” you said. He nodded and you cocked your head. “You don’t have to talk to me but if you feel like you’re bottling stuff up to that extreme again, talk to someone. Please.”

“I will. I’m sorry for acting how I did earlier. All you were trying to say was you’d stop me from being hurt if you could and I twisted it.”

“Sounds like you untwisted it.”

“Ray was good to talk to. An objective third party telling you stuff puts it in perspective.” He picked at the sundae and smiled when he took a bite, going back for a bigger piece. “What’d you two talk about in there?”

“You. Me,” you said, getting a scoop of whip cream. “I told him maybe they could come over for a swim and dinner sometime.”

“He still loves you you know.”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “When things calm down, maybe…”

“Do you still love him?” You nodded and scraped away at piece of ice cream that was threatening to fall off the edge of the dish. “Do you think he’ll hurt you?”

“He had the opportunity after my mom died to adopt me. But he didn’t. It hurt that he didn’t. I got it in my head that he only cared about me for her and it wasn’t right but it’s what I felt back then.”

“How do you feel now?”

“I understand he was in pain and I was a brat that took all of mine out on him. I wish he had fought me harder on staying in a way. Let me know he did care.”

“Y/N honey,” said Jensen, leaning forward in his seat. “He has a picture of you in his office. I think you asked for your space and he let you have it. I think that was his attempt at saying he cared back then.”

“Which is why maybe...he can come back into my life,” you said. 

“Whatever you decide, I’ll support it,” he said. “It’s not a simple decision.”

“No, I know he never stopped caring but he was the adult and I was the kid back then. I needed him to say stay.”

“Well, I know somebody who wants you to stay. Actually he’s not letting you go ever,” he said.

“Oh really?” you said, Jensen smirking. “Never ever?”

“Nope. You’re stuck with him for eternity. Sorry in advance for any future freak out sessions,” he chuckled.

“You were scared and a guy like you, I know you hate being scared. Freak out everyday and it still wouldn’t bother me,” you said.

“You’re similar though.”

“True but it works. I take care of you, you take care of me, we eat ice cream and make out in the back of your car and it sounds pretty good to me.”

“I like the way you think.” 

Ten minutes later you were walking through downtown, Jensen’s hand holding yours loosely. You walked past a young couple, one of them carrying a sleeping toddler. 

“You’d make a really cute baby,” he said. You looked over at him and smiled. “Not you you. I mean-”

“I know what you meant. How do you know if you’re ready?” you asked.

“You don’t. Not really. You can prep but you’re never really ready. I always thought you know, when you’re stable, mature enough, when you want it, then you’re ready.”

“I don’t think I’m ready to take care of an infant.”

“Haven’t you been a nanny to babies before though?”

“Yeah. But...the trying to raise a good person thing. A happy, good, kind person. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“Says the woman who knows when a little boy is crying because of a tantrum and when he’s crying because something is wrong.”

“That’s different.”

“You’ve been doing it for months. I trust you with them completely, to make any kind of decision for them. They’re your kids too now.” You slowed your pace and he matched it, squeezing your hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Hearing you say that is nice is all.” 

“Believe me. I don’t think anyone in the world could possibly love you more than I do but if anyone does, it’s those three kids,” he said. “They ask about Dee more again and it’s all smiles. They ask about you a whole lot. For some reason they’re convinced we went to school together and that’s where we met.”

“I’m gonna check that under you look good and not I look old,” you laughed.

“No, no you don’t. You’re the one getting carded still, not me,” he said.

“Remember that waitress that kept flirting with you at that restaurant in Toronto? That was fucking hilarious.”

“You thought it was hilarious. I was dying showing her my drivers license and showing her the math of how you physically could not be my daughter.”

“Boys hit puberty at thirteen though,” you said, Jensen shaking his head. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me a guy like you hit it in highschool.”

“I was about five four my first year. You so could have kicked my little shrimpy ass. It was super awesome when all your buddies are like, growing a foot in a month and getting muscle and starting to shave and I’m like, the hobbit.”

You laughed and he bumped your shoulder.

“I really wanted to play football in school but I was always way too small. It’s why I wound up in baseball. Plus I think my mom liked it cause it was safer.”

“Eh, but some of those guys peak in high school. You haven’t hit yours yet.”

“You talking looks or like life?”

“Both. I mean when the new season of The Boys comes out you’re gonna get exposed to a huge audience. You’re gonna get to act in like, oscar movie shit and stuff,” you said. He shrugged and you bumped him back. “You’re gonna do amazing.”

“I don’t care about being in that kind of movie really though. I want to do fun things, things that interest me. I’m very happy if my biggest role is Dean Winchester.”

“Well, Dean gave you the opportunity to play Soldier Boy and he’s gonna give you more choices. Dean’s probably what you’ll be known for but you have some more power now cause of that. Maybe even more power with Dean someday. Just do stuff that you want to from now. As long as it makes you happy at the end of the day, I’m all for it.”

“I’m gonna promise you right here and now I won’t ever be away for months on end. I was gone so much before. I like being home. I’m not going away for nine months of the year ever again.”

“It’ll work,” you said. “I bet you could get your own little show in town like Jared if you wanted.”

“I will take the role of dad and future husband for now,” he said. 

“That’s a good role when you think about it.”

“Very good,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “What time is it?”

“About ten thirty,” you said. “Getting tired?”

“Band’s playing at a bar downtown, that one we heard that night you said I was your best friend.”

“Of course that is what you remember from that night,” you said, leaning against him. “They’re really in Austin?”

“Yup. You wanna go?”

“I’d love to.”

One Week Later

“Are we there yet?” groaned JJ from the backseat as Jensen drove through a suburb.

“We will be there in ten seconds,” he said, turning down another street before pulling into a driveway. “Go on and harass your grandparents.”

She unbuckled herself in the backseat and opened the door, dashing off and up to the house.

“What about you two? Ready to see grandma and grandpa?”

“I need to go to the bathroom,” said Arrow, kicking in her car seat. Jensen shook his head as you climbed out, undoing Zeppelin and watching him run across the grass up to the front door that was now open. 

“Let Arrow go first buddy!” said Jensen as Arrow ran around the car and into the house. “The kid hasn’t had a drink all morning yet she pisses like a race horse I swear.”

“She did knock back about three juice boxes on the way here,” you laughed. 

“Gotta cut that kid off at two,” he chuckled, going to the back of the truck. He pulled out his suitcase and the kids while you grabbed your own and the bag with JJ’s birthday presents. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Probably a year.”

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. I’m good,” he said. You followed him up to the house, setting the presents bag down by the door, carrying the suitcases upstairs. “You can put the kids stuff in here. This was my sister’s room.”

“It’s huge,” you said, spotting the bunks up against the wall. “That’s really nice with the full size beds.”

“My parents re did it once there were grandkids and stuff for the holidays. We can stay in my old room,” he said, showing you across the hall. It was smaller and a bit plain but you did notice the cowboy blanket on the bed. He quickly grabbed it and bundled it up, opening a closet door and shoving it inside.

“Yours?” you asked, reaching out for it. He nodded and hesitated a moment before letting you have it. “Is this from when you were little?”

“Yeah,” he said as you saw how the color had faded away in some spots. 

“Do you like to leave it here? We could bring it home if you want,” you said.

“I’m 43.”

“And…” you said, folding it and handing it back to him.

“I wouldn’t exactly say this goes with the master bedroom decor, would you?”

“Alright,” you said. “Seems special is all.”

He left it out on the bed as you looked out a window to the backyard, a few people out there along with the kids.

“Those your parents?” you asked.

“Yeah. That’s my-” he said before he let out a whoof. You turned and saw him tackled on the bed by a man and woman, both of them chuckling. “Guys, come on.”

“Relax, we’re just having fun, Jens,” said the man as he straightened up and Jensen sat up. “Hi. You must be the girlfriend.”

“Yeah. I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out a hand. You were surprised when the man and woman looked at each other and then gave you a hug. You returned it briefly, both of them chuckling while Jensen groaned on bed.

“We know all about you. Josh. Mack. Obviously you know doofus over there,” said Josh.

“Guys,” groaned Jensen.

“Calm yourself,” said his sister. “We’re saying hi to our future sister in law is all.”

“I hate this,” said Jensen, laying back and throwing a pillow over his face.

“He’s never been good with the whole introducing his girl to the family thing. Ain’t that right, Jenny?” asked Josh. Jensen sighed under the pillow and he rolled his eyes. “Well, you can lay there. We’re stealing her.”

“What?” said Jensen as Mackenzie pushed you out of the room. Josh whistled as he ducked out and pulled the door shut, holding it in place.

“Josh let me out!” said Jensen. “It wasn’t funny when I was five and it’s not funny now!”

“Believe me, it’s always been funny,” said Mackenzie to you, nodding at Josh as he pulled a headband around the handle and then over to a curtain rod at the window next to the wall. 

“Joshua! I’ll call mom!” said Jensen through the door.

“We need five minutes alone with Y/N. I’ll let you out when we’re done,” said Josh. He stepped into the room next door, Mackenzie pushing you inside. 

“Uh, what is this?” you asked, taking a seat on the bed. They looked at one another and shut the door. You swallowed but saw them both smile.

“Thank you,” she said, Josh nodding. “Jensen’s had a hard year and last time we saw him at Christmas-”

“He wasn’t doing so hot. He can act his ass off but he can’t pretend to us,” said Josh. 

“He sounds...he’s always so excited to talk about you on the phone, even if we don’t know that many details. He’s always been a little vague but we know you’re the reason he’s doing so well.”

“So don’t worry about the nanny stuff or being the new fiance or whatever you’re worried about. We don’t get to see our brother that much but we like hearing him like his old self again,” said Josh.

“You guys really don’t have a problem with me?” you asked. “Like seriously?”

“You’re not like, crazy right?” asked Mackenzie. You shook your head. “So then seriously we don’t have a problem with you.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly. You tucked your hair behind your ear and took a deep breath. “I know I’m...not her. And I’m younger and I was the nanny and it’s really easy to assume things about me...I don’t want anything to come between him and his family and especially not have that be me. I know all of you took care of him and I want him to feel comfortable again, not get stressed out at seeing you guys.”

“He didn’t want to see us?” asked Mackenzie.

“He does. It’s a feeling I get from him is all. He loves me and I know he wants…me getting along with you guys is important to him,” you said.

“You can be part of this family too,” said Josh. “Really. We know it’ll never go back to how it was but we can have something just as good.”

“We do have one question though,” said Mackenzie. You smiled and nodded as she sat next to you. “Why do you like him? We think he’s horrendous but we get that people find him attractive.”

“He’s handsome but he makes me the happiest I think I’ve ever been in my life. Mine’s kind of been a cluster and he’s a good best friend to have. I just like him I suppose,” you said.

“Do you prank him?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” you laughed, the two of them smirking.

“Yeah you’re cool with us,” said his brother. “Come on, let’s let the dork out before he calls mom on us.”

He stepped outside and Jensen huffed when Josh let him out.

“What did-” he said before you stepped over to Jensen. “Did they-”

“We had a little talk is all. They love you and so do I so there’s absolutely nothing to worry about besides the fact you can’t escape your childhood bedroom. We may need to consider getting a dog if that keeps up,” you said.

“Well...good,” said Jensen, crossing his arms. “And I’ll have you know, that headband has elastic in it.”

“The arms are for show,” whispered Mackenzie. 

“You’re due for a noogie,” said Jensen, skirting past you and chasing her down the hall. 

“You got any siblings?” asked Josh to you as Jensen tackled his sister into a bedroom. You shook your head and he smiled. “Well, this is about how it goes around here.”

“How often does she win? Having two older brothers and all.”

“More often than you’d think. Our brother in law is at work still but he’s always a wild card on if he’ll help us torture or not.”

“Ah so you’re all grown children, not just Jensen.”

“Pretty much,” he said, Jensen laying back in the hall. “Ready to go see mom and dad?”

“Not really,” mumbled Jensen.

“Time to face the music,” said Josh, pushing you down the hall and stepping over Jensen. He popped up to his feet and you headed downstairs.

“Hold up,” said Jensen.

“Tell him to calm down,” said Josh in your ear. You nodded and his siblings headed outside as an older woman came in.

“Hey mom,” said Jensen, getting a large hug from her when she spotted you both in the kitchen.

“You look so good! You got some weight back,” she said, Jensen sighing. “You were too skinny and you know it. You eating enough again?”

“Yes ma,” he said, shaking his head. He reached out a hand and you let him take it, his mother giving you a friendly enough smile. “This is Y/N, my fiance.”

“Fiance?” she said, looking you up and down. Something about it felt off though and you forced a happy look on your face. “The kids didn’t mention that.”

“It’s a recent development,” said Jensen as he squeezed your hand. “I know it seems a little fast probably but we’ve been together nearly six months.”

“Oh. So you got together not long after the holidays,” she said, a smile on her face but you both saw through it.

“Yeah,” said Jensen, his father coming in the back door with a water bottle. “Dad this is Y/N.”

“They’re engaged, Alan,” she said. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Donna you mind coming with me to pick up the food order?”

“We can get it,” you said, both of them staring at you. “We know it’s been awhile since you’ve seen the kids.”

“We’ll get it,” he said, voice not necessarily harsh but there was a firmness there you weren’t expecting. They skirted past the two of you and out the front door, Jensen watching it close. 

“Why don’t you introduce me to the rest of the family?” you said.

“Sure,” he said quietly. “Right this way.”

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A/N: Read Part 12 here!

[wromwood]

Heyyy, it’s been a while, but we’re back with a new episode of CBS Ghosts. Let’s hear what mysteries may be explained in “Trevor’s Pants.”

- We open in the New York Financial District in the year 2000. Trevor’s got a new suit and is showing it off. He gives this young looking guy in the office, Pinkus, (how did he earn that name?) a bottle of something called Chekhov Chill and everyone makes him chug it. How is this proper workplace behavior? (I know that this type of Wall Street workplace is common in media, but COME ON)

I wonder if the drink will be a Chekhov’s gun. It’s named and set up so obviously.

- Huh. Trevor takes them to Woodstone because his family is in Europe, so it’s available. This must establish that he is part of the Woodstone family, even though his last name isn’t Woodstone. (I believe it’s Lefkowitz, which also implies he’s Jewish, which would fit his casual use of Yiddish words.)

- Hey, we finally get some word back from that watch they took off Hettie’s husband’s corpse. I forget that this didn’t immediately get resolved. They STILL need to make a “deal” on it.

- Thor had an emotional therapy session (through Sam) the other day. The therapist thinks he should tell Flower how he feels, but he’s scared. I am so glad we’re revisiting this, and that these events are having effects on the characters. Good continuity.

- Ari, the person buying the watch arrives. He actually appears familiar to the ghosts, and Trevor reveals he’s Ari Cantor, one of his workplace buddies. They were like best friends, and he was there the night Trevor died. I like how this show is good at tying the ghosts’ pasts to the present situations. I don’t remember it ever feeling contrived. Or if it ever did, I never minded.

- Apparently, David Woodstone, Hettie’s great great great grandson, owned the house when Trevor was alive. He was also Sam’s uncle.

- OK, so it looks like the rules of the Chekhov Chills include this: you have to surprise people with Chekhov Chills, which forces them to chug it. However, if you call the surprise, the person who sets it up has to chug it.

- Oh no, they’re gonna make Pinkus go through some kinda hazing because of his promotion. Trevor actually questions the hazing and suggests not doing it, but the others pressure him into not questioning and breaking the “bro code.” Trevor quickly takes it back and is the first to take drugs from the drug drawer, which is full of dangerously colorful pills.

Man, I’m actually retroactively forgiving the show for setting up Trevor like they did in the first episodes. He was insufferable to start with because he only acted like the sleazy horny Wall Street bro, but the show is revealing that he actually has a heart, and that it may have been his peers and social life that brought out the bad behavior. It doesn’t EXCUSE everything he’s said and done, but it shows that there’s legit a good guy in him.

Anyway, they all take drugs and two hours later, Trevor’s heart explodes. Trevor says he doesn’t have pants on because he had sex with a hot limo driver and died 15 minutes afterwards.

- Thor confronts Flower about the moment she confessed her feelings for him and then retracted it. Flower says she’s used to always having a “buffer” to keep things not intense. She was always in throuples when she was alive. Thor suggests that they get a buffer. But who will be the third? Shenanigans ensue! Fortunately, the shenanigans are fun and don’t take too much time away from the A plot.

- Trevor asks Sam to bring him up in conversation with Ari. Ari is actually reluctant to mention Trevor, and acts like he can’t really remember him. Sam brings up the Pinkus promotion party, and Ari gets antsy and leaves to make a phone call. Man, this show has definitely gotten me invested in these characters, because I’m legit excited about this mystery.

- Hamilton pretended not to know Isaac at a party once, then got his name wrong for years after.

- Thor and Flower interview all the other ghosts to see if they’d be a good third. These are pretty fun, as Thor and Flower don’t reveal why these interviews are happening. Sasappis catches on that it’s a sex thing and says “I’m out”. Pete, of course, shows that he would be a perfect third because he’s super caring and giving. Which I think is cute.

- Hettie and Alberta listen in on Ari’s phone call and see that he’s freaking out about getting grilled about Trevor. He specifically asks the other person if they “snitched” about that night. Trevor, of course, doesn’t know what Ari means. Trevor only knows that he took some bad pills, had sex, then died.

Sasappis then reveals that Ari betrayed him and broke the bro code. Trevor had just died and was a confused ghost. Ari and the others start shouting that Trevor’s dead, so the ghosts leave the room to explain things to Trevor. Sasappis, however, stayed behind to watch the livings deal with this. The "bros” didn’t even TRY to help Trevor or call 911 because they were FULL of drugs. Ari is the one who suggested weighing the body and dumping it in the lake.

Even though Trevor was already dead at this point, this is so sad to see, especially since Trevor’s good side was glimpsed earlier. It’s obvious how much Trevor holds his bros in high regard, and this only becomes clearer later on.

- Trevor is reluctant to be mad at his bros because he says he would’ve done the same. But Sasappis says he wouldn’t have, because he also knows the TRUE story of how he lost his pants. Trevor never even had SEX with the limo driver.

Pinkus had to do the “Run of Fun”, which involves going into the city with only a T shirt on and no money. The other bros merely laugh at him and joke that he might catch hypothermia. Trevor, however, takes pity on him. He follows Pinkus to the kitchen, gives him his money clip for a cab, then gives him his new pants and boxers. Trevor says he’ll make up a brilliant excuse, hence the cab driver lie.

Just like Hettie and Sam, I’m surprised and proud at how good of a person Trevor has revealed himself to be. I’m especially happy because Trevor had gone through this hazing himself. He mentions having gone through the “Run of Fun” back when he got promoted. And yet he STILL suggested stopping the hazing earlier, and he still helps Pinkus out. As someone who detests the idea of hazing with all my heart, Trevor might have just entirely won me over in this episode alone.

- Trevor is devastated to think he never had any bros at all. Maybe his whole life is a lie. However, he still doesn’t want to ruin the bros’ lives. That’s how much they mean to him, and that’s how much he empathizes with them, having been a part of that social circle. He’s got those complicated feelings, showing he’s more than a 2D Wall Street stereotype. So proud of him.

- Anyway, Pete rejects his new position as the third. Flower later suggests a compromise: Crash’s body! (The headless ghost body that we haven’t seen in what feels like YEARS) She says it’s a two-and-a-half solution.

Thor is not fine with this, as he realizes that Flower needs more time to be comfortable, and he can wait for that. He only met Flower 50 years ago, but he’s already lived for thousands of years. Flower is worth the wait, no matter how long it takes.

HELL YEAH CHARACTER DYNAMICS. CBS is bringing its A game now.

- Aw, Isaac has a cute line. Trevor is surrounded by most of the other ghosts, who comfort him, and Isaac says “You have bros, and we are they.”

- Sasappis thinks up a properly douchey way to get back at Ari. Ari goes to check the secret drug drawer. There, waiting for him, is a bottle of Chekhov Chills and a note that says “I know what you did. - T-Money”.

Ari is frightened and Trevor is thrilled. Finally, Trevor gets to shout “You just got chilled. Boom!” Trevor even watches Ari chug the bottle and cheers “Chug! Chug! Chug!” alongside the other ghosts.

- Ari agrees to pay double what Sam and Jay are asking for the watch, and they’ll never speak of it again. So money trouble is officially solved! ... For now, at least.

And that was “Trevor’s Pants”! Man, we’re really coming back from the break strong. Now to wait two weeks for an episode that apparently has ANOTHER new ghost at Woodstone Manor. They’re really coming out of the woodwork here at Woodstone, aren’t they?

[purplerain85]

Neron ‘Creeper” Vargas x Reader

Words: not sure I wrote it through my phone But this ended up being a lot longer then I thought it would be. 

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Oral female receiving, mention of male receiving, usage of toys, fingering, slight bondage.

A/N: its been a long ass time since I wrote something let along smut, but I got inspiration about Creeper while I was watching Mayan’s the last two days. So to say that I am nervous is beyond an understatement. I love comments, criticism good and bad and what I can do better. So I hope you enjoy.

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Dom should have been his nickname short for Dominate! Because that is what Neron 'Creeper' was in every sense of the meaning and word!  As much as he tried to hide it but you knew as soon as you met him just the way he talked, the way he carried himself and you were bound to not only be his girlfriend but his sub who would like to push every single god damn button he had.... which is why you were in you current situation. 

You had met Creeper 6 months ago at at one of the Mayan's club house parties you came with a couple of girlfriends you stood out from the crowd in more ways then one. While your friends wore dark blues and black you wore a neon green mini dress with a black leather jacket. Your laugh was loud which made him smirk every time he heard your laugh. You noticed him staring at you an hour after you got there and as much as you wanted to go talk to him you were pretty shy and wanted him to approach you, but he never he just watched you. 

Then two weeks later he finally introduced himself and when he said his name was Neron but everyone calls him Creeper, "well that makes sense now" you thought to yourself. Then a couple weeks later one of your friends bet Angel that she could bet him at pool, which he lost and was a spoiled sport about. Creeper said he could beat anyone which made you Ha! out loud and he asked you to play which you accepted but made the bet not about money "if I win you have to take me out on a date!" You wagered, he nodded and said "sounds good, but if I win you have to suck my dick!" You acted shocked but very turned on while your friends "ooohhh!" You acted like you had no idea what you were doing, he got a couple balls and he got cocky saying things like "I cannot wait to feel your beautiful mouth around my dick" or "I cannot wait to fuck your mouth" then you turned and looked at him and gave him  a sinful smile and sunk every single one of your balls and Creeper stood there shocked and your friend laughed and said "I have known Y/N for almost 20 years she has never lost a game of pool!” You laugh as you put the cue stick down and said "I will see you at 7 tomorrow"

That was 3 months ago you started dating Creeper shortly after that night. It didn’t take long for you to notice he was holding back a little in the bedroom you could tell he wanted to do more then tap your ass (it literally felt a little harder then a tap) and grip your hair. You wanted him to choke you, pull your hair, slap and grip your ass, mark you. Little did you know in the beginning that all you needed to do was push some buttons and not listen when he told you to stop something. It happened when you at a club house party and EZ was behind the bar and you were being friendly with him Creeper saw it as you were flirting, and when he came up behind you and had his hand on your ass and whispered for you to stop flirting, you rolled your eyes and scoffed at him saying you weren’t flirting and went back to your conversation with EZ. Creeper gave him a look that you didn’t see and EZ excused himself. Creeper gripped your ass hard which cause you to jump a little and slap your hands on the bar and grip your nails in the wood, he told you again to stop with a smirk on his face and walked away.

You stood there shocked for a minute before you recovered and finally knew what you needed to do to get him to finally bring his dominate side out. You had to push his buttons and best believe you would. You put your plan into motion the next day it started with small touches while you talked to other guys, being very friendly with them, three days later Creeper was tense and moody. On the fourth day you text Creeper that you were going shopping

Me: Hey babe hope things are good, about to go shopping at [sex shop store name] to get a new toy

Creeper: WHY????? 

Me: Why not? Need something when you are not at home or on the road.

Creeper: That should be a given no toys allowed!

Me: Oh such a shame that I don’t wanna listen

Creeper: You come home with a toy and you will regret it!!

Me: I am calling bullshit, You won’t do shit!

Creeper: Woman try me and see

Me: Aren’t they Beautiful the purple one has thirty different speeds and the little one seemed fun it can be controlled by your phone :) 

Creeper: Woman you just wait tell I get home.

Me: Pfft, OH OK (insert smart ass tone) off to my next stop. [Lingerie store] which I won’t show you later

What you bought*** 

Creeper was on edge because he kept messaging asking what you bought and you ignored him which pissed him off even more. You finished shopping 2 hours before Creeper got home, you used his hide-a-key to let yourself in and got the toys out of their boxes washed and now they are charging, you hoped into the shower and got ready, you decided to go for your favourite black dress. Little did you know you probably should have gone with your least favourite dress.

You were in his bedroom when you heard the front door open and slam you gasped when you heard the door, Creeper shouted out “Woman where are you!” instantly you were very shy and very intimidated you have never heard his voice like that, but this is what you wanted, needed. Creeper walked into the room, he had rope in his hand and you didn’t even have a chance to get yourself into a “sexy postion” you were stood there with the egg in your hand and looked like a deer in headlights. But to Creeper you looked just as beautiful, he walked over to you tossed the rope on the bed and took the egg from your hand and looked over it, he had did his research during the day and downloaded the app for the egg he just needed to scan the code and get it hooked up. 

He looked at you and told you to “strip out of your dress” you looked at home for a second before he raised his voice and said “Now!” you finally found your voice you smirk and said “Make me” Creeper rolled his eyes at you and grabbed your throat, you moaned out so loud “if you wanted me to dominate you, all you had to do was ask, not be a pain in my ass” Creeper said. He kissed you roughly while his hand was still on your throat his other hand when up your side to the top of your dress right breast then while still kissing you his other hand left your neck and met with his other hand ripped your dress right down the middle, you pulled back and said “that was my favourite black dress!” Creeper isn’t even looking you in the face he is too occupied with your lingerie set, “this is going to be my absolute favourite set, and I wanna promise I won’t rip it off of you but I cannot” he says. He picked you up and tossed you on the bed and got on top of you and said “you going to be able to keep your hands to yourself or am I gonna have to tie your hands.... never mind you like touching so tying your hands it is.” he ties your hands to his headboard.

You moaned “please Neron, please for the love of god please mark me, choke me, spank me, own me.... Please sir.” You opened your legs wider and you could feel his hard on through his jeans. Creeper felt like he was going to explode from you calling him Sir, and said “keep calling me that”. He started kissing down your jaw down to your neck and sucked some bruises on your neck, he moved down to your breast and left some bite marks and reached over to the nightstand table and grabbed a bottle of lube and continued kissing down your stomach and hips and leaving more bruises and bite marks.

He bit your mound and grabbed the egg from his pocket then pulled your thong to the side and licked from your opening up to your clit you moaned and begged for more but he pulled away and grabbed the lube and added some to the egg and to you and started to push the egg in you tensed a little bit “relax baby” Creeper moaned to you, he got the egg in and pulled away from you and grabbed his phone and chair and took a seat and the edge of the bed then turned the egg on the lowest setting and instantly your legs closed and you moaned “sir!!!” his voice boomed “open your legs!” after a couple of breaths you managed to open them again, but they closed again the moment he upped the vibrations a couple notches. He huffed and got up and walked to the closet “where are you going? Sir please don’t leave” you whined. 

Creeper walked back in with a bar with cuffs on the end and walked back over to you he says “sorry” and rips your thong off and kisses your knees and your first orgasm hits you, then pushes your legs apart and attaches the bar to your ankles and opens the bar a bit so you cannot close your legs. Then returns to the chair and continues to up then lower the vibe until you cum two more times. Then he gets up removes his clothes grabs the 30 speed vibrator that you bought today and removes the spreader bar set the vibe to medium and brings two fingers to your clit and you jump and moan.

Creeper moved his fingers down to your opening and brought his face down to your core and inserted his fingers the same time he attached his mouth to your clit and swirled, flicked, pressed his tongue to you clit and moaned at the taste of your juices he slowly moved his fingers in and out of you. You moaned that you were about to cum he says “cum on my face, wet my beard” you cum hard and lose your breath for a couple seconds. Creeper moves up your body to your covered breast he pulls down the cups to revel your nipples and while he starts sucking on your nipples his fingers were still moving in and out of you. He kisses you once he pulls his fingers from you and puts them in your mouth and you suck them clean and moan around them, then he moves to his knees and slams into you and gives you half a second to adjust to him before he starts thrusting, you can feel yourself getting close and tell him you need to cum, he says “no not yet, hold it for me” you try and manage to breath a little then shriek when you feel the purple vibrator attach to your clit and start to pull on the ropes and beg “Neron Please please untie my wrist please Oh Dear God PLese!!!!!!” Creeper leans over and unties your hands and one instantly goes to his wrist with the vibrator on your clit to ground yourself and the other hand went to the one on your stomach and you laced your fingers with his and you are chanting his name and begging to cum. 

He tosses the purple vibe pulls out just long enough to pull the vibe out and tosses that as well then pushes back into and drops down to your face and grips your neck and your hair and kisses the air out of your lugs then bites your lower lips and says “I need you to cum, baby cum for me, cum now” he is thrusting his hips so hard then you cum hard so hard that you grip Creeper so hard that he cannot pullout, he loves cumming inside you so he isn’t concerned he cums, and again tries to pullout and again he cannot he looks at you and you look so fucked out he kisses your lips and cheeks, forehead. “Can you lay down on me please, you won’t crush me and clearly she is not ready to let you go just yet” you say. He lays down and snuggles close with you and says “I love you”  you smile and rub his head and say “I love you too”

The End

[today-only-happens-once]

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title: out of focus

word count: 3955

summary: 

The actions of a Fire Nation admiral during a meeting causes some problems for Sokka. The words of that admiral causes some problems for Zuko. They try to take care of each other. 

“What did the admiral mean,” Sokka blurts out without really thinking about it, “when he talked about insubordination?” 

Zuko freezes, the rag half-out of the bowl and his other hand still bracing Sokka’s (not quite holding it… far too gentle to be holding it). “What—uh. I, uh.” Zuko stops. Takes a breath. Tries again. He still doesn’t look up at Sokka. “When I was younger, I spoke out at a meeting.”

Warnings: burns (description of), violence, threats of violence, discussion of canonical child abuse, characters curse but no curse words are written, character is non-permanently injured, yelling/arguing, trauma

A/N: me? writing a zukka AtLA fic and posting it an hour short of midnight? Apparently, it’s more likely that you’d think. 

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Zuko has the patience of a saint, Sokka thinks to himself.

It’s an unusual thought, he realizes. A year ago, if you’d told Sokka that he’d come to think of the Banished Prince as ‘patient’, he’d probably have thrown his boomerang at you. A year ago, Zuko was one of the most short-tempered people he knew. A year ago, Zuko was the face of the enemy.

A lot changes in a year.

Sokka barely stifles a frustrated sigh. The attempt does not seem to go unnoticed by Zuko, who glances at him quickly before the corner of his mouth twitches with something like amusement. The meeting had been going on for hours, and Sokka can’t help but feel that very little progress on the treaty had been made. It wasn’t for lack of trying, Sokka knows, but war leaves messy problems in its wake. He knows that both the literal and metaphorical shrapnel left behind by a century of conflict can’t be swept away in a night or a week or a month.

It doesn’t make these meetings any easier to sit through.

“I want immediate release of all prisoners of war,” an Earth Kingdom ambassador demands.

“I second that,” Sokka hears his father--sitting across the table from him--add, a bit more calmly but no less firm. “I have men in those prisons that haven’t seen their family in a decade.”

“Of course,” Zuko replies at the same time a Fire Nation soldier snaps, “absolutely not.”

Zuko levels a hard look at him. “Admiral, people who were arrested as prisoners of war have no need to remain so after the war has ended.” He looks to Hakoda, then to the Earth Kingdom ambassador. “I’ll draft that mandate tonight and will ensure it’s circulation as soon as possible.”

“This is an outrage!” The slam of a fist against the table makes Sokka’s hand fly to the boomerang strapped to his hip instinctively. The admiral is on his feet.

“Admiral,” Zuko says, his voice steely as he rises from his own chair. The Fire Nation soldier cuts him off.

“Where is the justice for the Fire Nation families whose sons and daughters were slaughtered by those criminals?”

“Admiral--”

“I remember a time when you cared about Fire Nation soldiers! And it’s hard to believe you’ve forgotten, seeing as you ought to be reminded every time you look in the mirror--”

“Enough!” Zuko snaps. “You will watch your tongue or you will be escorted out. You approach insubordination.”

“You are a child,” the admiral sneers. “Though one that ought to know a thing or two about insubordination, given your father’s attempts to brand you with a permanent reminder of its consequences--”

“Warriors!”

“Then again, he always was twice the leader you will never be. Long live the Phoenix King!”

Sokka sees the warning signs—the slight shift of weight, the clench of the man’s fists—and leaps to his feet. “Zuko--!”

“Sokka!”

There’s a blinding light and scorching heat. Sokka feels something slam onto his shoulder and he dives instinctively for cover as the familiar roar of a fireball explodes in front of him. The flames are bright and lick around him, and Sokka throws a hand up to protect his face. He blinks the spots from his vision as he yanks his boomerang out of his belt.

Zuko is standing beside him, his stance ready and his hand outstretched, having evidently dispelled the fireball that had been launched at him. Sokka leaps back up to his feet and hurls the boomerang in his hands towards the Admiral, hitting his hand right as he moves to launch another attack and forcing it to go wide. A burst of flames slam against the wall to the left.

The room is in chaos.

Sokka barely hears the shouts of alarm and curses over the roar of dying flames. He sees his father, already on his feet, diving underneath a bolt of red fire. Across the room, the Earth Kingdom ambassador jerks their hand. There’s a rumble in the ground before it rises and anchors around the Admiral’s feet, holding him in place.

Sokka sees the admiral’s gaze meet his own and narrow. The Fire Nation soldier bares his teeth in a snarl, his fist shooting out. Before Sokka can blink, Zuko steps in front of him, dispelling the flames just as the door ricochets open. Two Kyoshi Warriors flood in and in a series of quick strikes, the admiral drops. Awake, but limp.

Sokka thinks idly that he’s grateful that Ty Lee taught them how to block chi.

“Your father should have killed you that day!” the admiral shouts as he’s dragged through the doors. “He showed mercy on your pathetic, worthless—” the door slamming shut cuts him off.

The silence that follows makes Sokka’s ears ring. He can still feel stale adrenaline coursing through him, his heartbeat pounding in his chest. For a moment, nobody moves. Zuko awkwardly clears his throat.

“Apologies for the, uh, disruption. It shouldn’t happen again.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Firelord Zuko,” Hakoda assures him, but there’s something odd in his father’s expression when he looks at Zuko that Sokka doesn’t understand.

Zuko says something in response, but Sokka doesn’t catch it. As the adrenaline bleeds out of him, his muscles relaxing, Sokka realizes that his fists are still clenched. Sokka forces them to relax, and hisses as it sends a jolt of hot pain through his left hand. When he looks down, he realizes that the skin on the top of part of his hand near his knuckles is a blistering, angry red.

Sokka’s hiss doesn’t go unnoticed. Zuko looks at him over his shoulder, his brows drawn together in confusion before his eyes fall to Sokka’s hand. Then, they go wide.

Zuko turns back around suddenly to address the room, his back straighter. “We will adjourn the meeting for the afternoon. We will reconvene tomorrow.”

“Firelord Zuko—” an ambassador from the Northern Water Tribe protests, but Hakoda interrupts him.

“I think we could all use a breather, Kovrik. Coming back tomorrow with a clear head is a good decision.”

“Yes… yes, I suppose that’s fair.”

Sokka is finding it increasingly difficult to follow the conversation. His hand hurts, and it’s taking every last drop of his willpower and pride to grit his teeth and swallow back the whimper that wants to push up his throat. It’s not until Zuko’s face is taking up his entire field of vision that Sokka realizes everyone but the two of them and his father have left the room.

“Let me see,” Zuko says quietly, then curses under his breath when he looks at Sokka’s hand. “Where’s Katara when you need her.”

“Do you have anything that can help?” Hakoda asks from behind Zuko.

“Yes, sir,” Zuko replies, his brows still furrowed in concentration. “Though it’s not quite as immediate as waterbending healers. But it should help with the pain, and prevent infection. Follow me.”

Sokka feels Zuko take his elbow and guide him out the door of the meeting room and down the hall. He’s distantly aware that Zuko is moving quickly—not quite a jog, but only barely shy of it—through a network of corridors. His hand feels like it might still be on fire, and Sokka looks down at it again just to be sure that’s not actually the case. He tells himself that he’s endured injuries more painful than this. The broken leg was worse, he thinks, though it does little to actually help with the burning sensation in his hand.

He’s vaguely aware that Zuko says something quickly to two guards that are flanking a set of doors before he rushes in. Sokka looks up and realizes it’s Zuko’s chambers. He’d only been in here a couple of times before, largely while Zuko was still recovering from Azula’s lightning strike in the weeks following the end of the war.

“Wait here,” Zuko tells him before disappearing through another door on the far side of the room.

“You had good reflexes in there,” Sokka hears his father’s low, soothing voice speak up. He’d had almost forgotten he was there. Hakoda moves the chair that had been beside the bed closer to Sokka in a clear direction to sit down.

“Lots of practice,” Sokka replies as he sits. He hisses a little again as his hand flares and grits out a swear behind clenched teeth.

“Easy,” Hakoda says softly. He places a bracing, comforting hand between Sokka’s shoulder blades. It’s grounding, and he’s grateful.

“Wish Katara was here,” Sokka tells him, echoing Zuko’s comment from earlier.

“I know. Unfortunately, I don’t think she’s coming to Caldera for a while. She’s still in Ba Sing Se with Aang.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Her magic water comes in handy though.” Sokka gives his father a tight smile. “Get it? Hand-y?”

Hakoda snorts just as the door opens again. Zuko has his arms full of a large bowl, his hands fisting a few vials and some bandages. There’s something pinched about Zuko’s expression, and the way he doesn’t meet Sokka’s eyes as he kneels in front of him feels odd. The bowl is full of water, Sokka realizes, as he sets it on the ground and begins to empty the vials into it.

“Can I see your hand?” Zuko asks, and the question—for some reason—catches him off guard.

Sokka blinks. “Yeah. Sure.” He grimaces as he places his hand in Zuko’s, but the excessive gentleness surprises him so much that Sokka almost forgets that his hand hurts.

Zuko was many things, but Sokka can’t remember a time—even after he started to get along with the Fire Prince—that he would have described Zuko as gentle. But his grip on Sokka’s hand is careful. Almost excessively so.  

Zuko hums in the back of his throat as he inspects the burns. “I don’t think it’ll have permanent damage,” he says quietly. “But I still need to treat it so it doesn’t get infected. It… might hurt, a little. But then it should feel better.”

“No permanent damage. That’s good,” Sokka says. He swallows, and nods. “Okay.”

For a long moment, the only sounds that fills the room is the quiet splash of water in the bowl as Zuko submerges the cloth rag again and wrings it out. Sokka lets his gaze float around the room.

Zuko has left it mostly bare. There’s a portrait of Iroh and a woman that Sokka remembers being the Fire Lady—Zuko’s mother—hanging on the wall near the headboard of the bed. On the dresser beside it is a drawing that Sokka did of the group of them months ago. He sees a pile of papers on the desk across the room. He thinks one of them has Aang’s signature at the bottom, but it’s too far away for him to know for sure.

Bright, painful heat searing his hand slams his attention back to Zuko in front of him and Sokka yelps, yanking his hand away. Zuko grimaces, retracing his own hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says, sounding more earnest than Sokka expects. “This part is painful, but it’ll stop hurting in a minute.”

Sokka fights to pull his breathing back under his control. In through his nose, out through his mouth. “Right,” he manages, his voice tight. “Right, sorry.”

“Don’t be. I know it hurts.”

Something about that line—and about the fact that Zuko still hasn’t met his eyes since returning from the other room—drags Sokka’s thoughts back to the conversation in the treaty meeting. There were several things that the admiral had said to Zuko that Sokka didn’t quite understand. He could only remember pieces of things said, but they repeat in Sokka’s head like disjointed pieces of a puzzle that he can’t quite make fit together.

seeing as you ought to be reminded every time you look in the mirror… insubordination… your father’s attempts to brand you… consequences…

Sokka’s gaze falls back to Zuko, dutifully bowed in front of him. There had long been pieces about Zuko that Sokka had found puzzling. Things about him that didn’t quite fit together. Sokka considers himself a person pretty good at figuring out how things worked together, and that extended (with less success) to figuring out how parts of people make up the sum of their whole.

Zuko, though… Zuko had always been something of a mystery. But as the words of the admiral ricochet in his mind, there’s a picture beginning to come together that is still just a little too hazy, a little too out of focus, to fill in the spaces that Sokka felt were missing.

“What did the admiral mean,” Sokka blurts out without really thinking about it, “when he talked about insubordination?”

Zuko freezes, the rag half-out of the bowl and his other hand still bracing Sokka’s (not quite holding it… far too gentle to be holding it). “What—uh. I, uh.” Zuko stops. Takes a breath. Tries again. He still doesn’t look up at Sokka. “When I was younger, I spoke out at a meeting.”

Sokka’s brow furrows as Zuko presses the rag to the back of his hand again. Sokka realizes that his hand has stopped hurting, but he’s too preoccupied with what Zuko said to pay it much mind. “After the stuff at Ba Sing Se? When you went home?”

“No, I, uh.” Zuko clears his throat. “Before that. Before… yeah. Earlier.”

Your father’s attempts to brand you…

“What happened?” Sokka asks. The way Zuko’s shoulders seem to tense doesn’t escape his attention, and there’s a part of him that wonders if perhaps he shouldn’t have asked. But it also feels like a question that once asked, is too late to take back.

Zuko pats Sokka’s hand dry with another towel and begins to gingerly wrap a bandage around it. He keeps his gold gaze steady on the work. Sokka keeps his gaze steady on Zuko.

“My uncle allowed me to attend a war meeting where they were talking about some battle strategies to use against an Earth Kingdom battalion. There was a general that wanted our newest fleet to serve as a distraction while we mounted an attack from the rear,” Zuko begins. There’s something off about his voice, though. Something detached and careful. He keeps wrapping the bandage. Around and around and around.

Sokka frowns. “That’s not fair,” he says. “Your newest recruits? They’d be slaughtered by an experienced battalion like that.”

Zuko sighs, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Exactly,” he says in a low voice. “And that’s what I told them. I wasn’t thinking. I just… yelled at him.” Sokka opens his mouth to disagree—it sounds like Zuko was thinking, unlike anybody else at that meeting—but Zuko cuts him off as he secures the end of the bandage to Sokka’s palm. “My father didn’t… take it well. I was challenged to an Agni Kai, and I thought I would be facing the general in it, so I accepted.”

Zuko gathers the bowl and empty vials as he stands, crossing the room to set them on the edge of his desk. Sokka stands up slowly as Zuko does so. The pieces that had been out of focus for so long are starting to come together, and Sokka feels his stomach rolling with a leaden weight against what he can sense is coming.

“No…”

“It wasn’t the general,” Zuko continues, his voice so quiet that Sokka is sure he would have missed it if it hadn’t been dead silence around them. “It was my father.”

“You faced your father in an Agni Kai?”

“Not exactly. I…” Zuko stares down into the bowl of water beside him, his gaze distant. “I couldn’t fight my own father. Instead, I begged him for forgiveness. I was met with a fistful of flames.”

Zuko gestures vaguely at his face, and Sokka’s blood turns to ice.

“He…” Sokka’s throat closes, cutting off the rest of that sentence. All this time being chased by Zuko—all this time being friends with him—and he’d always assumed that the scar was the result of a training accident, or a fight with a firebender he lost. Sokka thinks bitterly and viciously that the second assumption wasn’t far off but his own father—

“I was banished after that,” Zuko says, and his voice is hollow and empty and wrong. And he finally, finally, meets Sokka’s gaze. “I was told to bring the Avatar back and all would be forgiven, or to not come back at all. That was before you and your sister woke Aang up from the iceberg.”

Sokka stands very, very still. He glances down and realizes his hands are trembling. He curls the non-bandaged one into a fist to get the shaking to stop. “How old were you?” he asks, and he doesn’t know why—of everything he could say—that’s the question that tumbles past his lips, but he feels like it matters.

“Thirteen.”

“Thir—” Sokka cuts himself off, scrubbing a hand across his mouth and swallowing hard. “Thirteen. Tui and La, when I was thirteen—”

Sokka breaks off again, his throat closing, his gaze falling to his father. When Sokka was thirteen, his father had left to go fight in the war and told Sokka he couldn’t come along. He’d protected Sokka, and though Sokka had found his way into fighting in the war regardless a few years later, he knows his father had only been trying to keep him safe. The idea of his own father striking him—let alone with a fist full of flames to his face—was incomprehensible.

Hakoda doesn’t look back at Sokka. His gaze is trained on Zuko, and there’s something in his eyes that Sokka doesn’t quite understand. But he’s seen it before. It was the same look Hakoda wears when he hears other water tribe soldiers recount war stories. The late-night ones. The ones where their voices betray the weight on their shoulders and tremble with the generations of nightmares on their backs.

Sokka takes a sudden, faltering step forward, and Zuko instinctively tenses. Sokka freezes. “Zuko…”

Zuko shakes his head. He coughs a little, as if trying to clear his throat. “Anyway. That’s—that’s what the admiral was talking about.”

“You…” Sokka tries again, his voice carrying just the barest hints of hysteria. “You were his kid.”

“Yeah, well.” Zuko’s gaze meets Sokka’s again. “He spent most of my life wishing I wasn’t.”

“Zuko,” Hakoda speaks up, his voice a low, soothing rumble to Sokka’s trembling nerves. “I… hope you understand that you didn’t deserve that.”

“I know, sir,” he replies, sounding steadier than Sokka feels. Sokka feels a little like the ground has shifted beneath his feet as he stares at his friend across the room. Zuko continues, frustratingly calm. “It… I didn’t at first. It took me a long time to understand that it was wrong of my father to do that. But I know now.”

“Where is he?” Sokka demands, flushing with a sudden and intense fury.

Zuko blinks, looking taken aback by the vehemence charged through Sokka’s voice like a steel rod. “Where’s who?”

“Ozai.”

“Sokka, what are you gonna do? Fight him? He already lost.”

“Against Aang, not against—did Aang even know?”

Zuko’s brow furrows and he rubs the back of his neck. “Um. I guess I don’t know. I never told him. I… never told any of you.”

“Yeah—and what’s that about, huh?” Sokka demands. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Sokka,” Hakoda warns, but Sokka’s words are already bubbling up throat and spilling past his lips, hot and bitter and angry.

“What, did you think we wouldn’t care? That it wouldn’t matter?”

“It doesn’t matter!” Zuko waves a hand towards the window that overlooks the courtyard. “My father already lost to the Avatar, Sokka. The war is over. The fighting is over. Aang took his bending. And that—I don’t know about you, but that’s the best, most justified end to his legacy I can think of.”

Sokka is still shaking. He can’t explain why. He knows, logically, that Zuko is right. He’s right. But Sokka can still feel his hands shaking, can still feel his heart hammering in his ribs with the urge to run something through with sword, can still feel the way his eyes sting with tears he won’t let fall. Sokka clenches his jaw and rips his gaze away from Zuko out towards the window, where he can see the sun setting on the horizon and painting the palace courtyard in an orange light.

“Wherever he is, I hope he rots,” Sokka says finally, and yet it still doesn’t feel like enough. “He deserves worse.”

Sokka looks back at Zuko, whose gaze is a little wide. He looks… taken aback. Sokka cocks an eyebrow.

“Don’t tell me you disagree—"

“No,” Zuko replies, shaking his head. “I just… Nothing.” The corner of his mouth tugs upwards in the barest hint of a smile. Sokka doesn’t understand why, just like he doesn’t understand why it uncoils the tight knot of burning anger in his chest.

Sokka takes a deep breath. Wills himself to relax. It helps… a little. There’s a beat, and then Sokka hears his father take a step forward. “Thank you for helping Sokka’s hand, Firelord Zuko.”

Zuko blinks, and Sokka swears his cheeks take a faint pink tint as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oh. Uh, of course, sir. And… just Zuko is fine.”

Sokka glances over and sees Hakoda smile, inclining his head. “Understood.” He looks to Sokka. “I should draft a letter to Bato tonight to update him on the treaty. Will you be okay without me?”

Sokka rolls his eyes teasingly. “Yeah, dad. I think I can manage.”

Hakoda squeezes his shoulder, nods to Zuko again, and quietly slips out of the room. The silence afterward seems to stretch, and Sokka feels the lingering tension bleeding out of him as he looks at Zuko, who quietly shuffles through the papers on his desk. Sokka watches him for a beat, his gaze lingering a little on the scarred tissue across his face. Sokka swallows.

There are other questions Sokka thinks he could ask. Like why—after doing that—Zuko was still so bent on returning home to his father. But there’s a part of Sokka that thinks he maybe understands.

Spirits know that he understood what it was like to crave the approval of your father.

“Hey,” he says, and Zuko’s gaze snaps over to him. “I… thank you for telling me. I… know that wasn’t easy, and… it means a lot that you trust me with that.”

“It… it wasn’t a question of trust, you know,” Zuko replies quietly, averting his gaze. “Not telling you, I mean. It was just—”

“I know,” Sokka says, and means it. “But I also know what it’s like to have things you don’t necessarily… want to relive. So it means a lot that you told me.”

The corner of Zuko’s mouth twitches again. He takes a deep, slow breath. “Thank you for listening,” he says.

“I like to think I’m a pretty good listener,” Sokka teases, shrugging.

“You are,” Zuko says, with far more sincerity than Sokka felt was warranted for what he’d meant to be a joke. Sokka blinks at him, and Zuko clears his throat, ducking his head a little. “I was thinking of getting some tea. There’s a place just outside the palace. It’s not as good as Uncle’s, but um. Did you want to come?”

“Yeah,” Sokka replies with a small smile. “I could use a cup of tea.”  

[volleychumps]

I frfr forgot if I requested earlier but Getting matching tattoos with Kenma maybe reader getting a controller and Kenma getting a mic. Cuz both are famous ig like he’s a famous YouTuber and she’s a singer but there relationship is private but they are seen in public as friends so like ppl peep both tattoos and start speculating. And they accidentally get exposed when she comes on his stream not knowing he’s live

I love this concept?? So much?? And it’s my first Kenma single work???

The Secret (Kenma Kozume x Reader)

The one in which you’re a famous singer dating the pro-gamer on the down low and accidentally expose it to the public

Warning(s): like a TINGE of nsfw themes like super light 

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“All done?” 

“It’s rare to see that you are.” 

You smile at the sight of your boyfriend leaning against the doorway of your in-home studio, humming contentedly as you slip your headphones off. As you turn off the recorder and fiddle with the buttons, Kenma approaches you tiredly, running a hand through his hair let loose out of it’s small bun. The red hoodie he was wearing was loose around his frame, the bags under his eyes signalling that the stream he had just finished up had been a long one as he unscrews the lid to a water bottle. 

“I heard you from the other room. Real pretty voice.” 

“Sure you weren’t scared your viewers would hear?” You tease, accepting the water as Kenma scoffs, rolling his eyes before you feel him approach you from the back. 

“Can we not just bask in this rare moment of freedom we both have? Please?” 

“You love gaming.” You protest, feeling Kenma push your hair to one side of your head to expose your neck.

“And you love singing, but it doesn’t make it any less tiring after hours on end.” 

You turn off your ring light as Kenma’s arms droop lazily around your waist, the gamer digging his face into your neck tiredly while breathing against your skin. Your fingers find one of his hands resting around your middle, stroking the ink on the skin of the side of his thumb with butterflies in your stomach at the sight of the simplistic microphone inked on his skin. 

“I still can’t believe we went through with it.” You whisper, feeling his lips curl a little against your skin. 

“How’s yours healing up?” Kenma murmurs into your neck, lifting his head slightly to catch your own hand and examine the tattoo of the controller on yours. You wince a little bit when he rubs his thumb over it distractedly, the skin still risen a little bit from how fresh it is. 

“Stinging. Yours?” 

“The pain is worth it.” 

“Shut up.” You laugh, turning to face him as Kenma clicks his tongue, murmuring something about how that wasn’t what he meant before you place a kiss on his temple sweetly. 

“Dinner? We can order in.” 

“Right. Like we can actually go out.” Kenma rolls his eyes as you nudge him slightly, feeling a twinge in your chest. The idea to keep it a secret had been your initial thought, but Kenma still agreed that the two of you needed to play your cards right for the sake of your careers. 

“You know it would be a hassle if our viewers knew. And since when do you ever want to go out?” 

“Have you not been on your phone? They’re already kind of on to us after someone digitally enhanced our recent photos to see our tattoos.” Kenma ignores your little jab at his indoor tendencies as he arches a brow. 

“What?” You blink, a surge of panic rushing through your chest as you go to grab your phone. “Already-?” 

“Hey.” Kenma tightens his hold on you, and you still as the setter places a quick kiss on the top of your head while attempting to ease your worries. “Let’s not freak out. Not now, at least. Just...hang with me?” 

You relax, Kenma’s rare words of affection making the panic replace with warmth as you turn in his hold, arms wrapping around his middle tightly as his clasp at the small of your back. The scent of him fills your nose as you mumble into his chest, a wave of tired washing over you as Kenma hides a small, relaxed smile into your hair. 

“Alright, love. Sushi okay?” 

“Order me ramen.”

“Right! My viewers sent me in some apple pie, I almost forgot- Kenma, wait for me!” 

“You should have said so sooner.” 

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The TV was still blaring on some random episode of a netflix series when you wake up, Kenma’s hoodie hanging around your groggy figure as you wake up warm yet alone, tiredly sitting up to switch off the TV. You blink once, and then twice again before smiling to yourself. 

Kenma had applied petroleum jelly to your tattoo for you, an open bottle of water already unscrewed and waiting on the clean living room table. 

The plates from dinner had already been taken and now laid on the drying rack along with the apple pie neatly put away in it’s box next to it. You had to hand it to him, Kenma made it hard for you to be annoyed about waking up alone. Wiping your eyes with the loose sleeve of your boyfriend’s hoodie, you check the time only for your eyes to widen a little bit. 

It was now nine in the morning, meaning that you had slept through the night without even realizing it. You sigh, going through your phone while still waking up before frowning at the influx of notifications and messages blowing up your device, the dms in particular being the most annoying. 

Are you dating Kenma Kozume?!

Back off, hoe. He belongs to his fans. 

Omg omg is my ship sailing??????

From: Asshole 

Are you two lovebirds trying to get found out?

You narrow your eyes, shooting a text back. 

-Kuroo, it’s too early for your bull. 

Listen lovely, it’s never too early. And matching tattoos? He wouldn’t get any with me:((

-Wonder why.

I’VE BEEN SHOT-

You snort before stretching tiredly, putting your phone down and wandering into your spacious bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, a giddy feeling in your stomach at the fact that Kenma was supposed to finish up his live in less than twenty minutes. However, you stall, gaping at the mirror in disbelief. 

A groan slips your lips as you raise a hand to your neck, eyeing the dark bruises littered up to your jaw as you hang your head and sigh. You couldn’t believe you had forgotten that Kenma had gotten a little carried away last night, your heated makeout session on the couch turning into a little something more, hence the hoodie you now adorned. 

You blush as you begin to remember, shaking your head of such thoughts before tying your hair up. Oh well, nothing some concealer and color corrector wouldn’t fix- maybe a scarf or two. You begin to make breakfast after clambering into the kitchen, a nutritious breakfast of soup and fish with rice being carefully plated onto a tray almost half an hour later. 

Hey, is Kenma done with his stream? 

You sip some soup, tasting it as you type away on your phone. 

-Should be, Kuroo- why? 

Oh, his fans were blowing up his comments asking about you and I’ve never seen the poor boy so flustered. Hug him, will you? 

-Bringing him breakfast now. 

I’m so glad he met you:’) 

-Buzz off:’)

You ignore the snarky response from Kuroo before lifting the tray, not even bothering to knock or say you were coming in as you push the door open to Kenma’s gaming room after ascending the stairs, figuring that the stream was supposed to end ten minutes ago- 

And oh boy did you wish you had knocked. 

You almost drop the tray, stilling at the sight of Kenma’s stream still ongoing, the cat-like boy pushing back from his monitor in shock as he whips his head to look at you from his gaming chair- 

You, his hoodie draped hanging off your figure with no pants underneath, simply exposing your bare legs and your hair tied back messily, a tray of breakfast in your hand that signalled you had spent the night together-

and not to mention the hickies ever so evident on your neck. 

“Y/N-” 

You squeak, stepping out of the door and slamming it shut behind you just as Kenma’s comments explode across the monitor. You were in for it now. 

The tray gets slowly lowered in front of the door before you make a mad dash to your shared bedroom, ignoring the now increased influx of notifications on your phone from Kenma’s hoodie pocket before throwing it across the room and face-planting onto your bed. 

How could you have been so careless?

Heat tinges your eyes as you muffle a scream into the sheets. 

What’s gonna happen now?

You flinch at the sound of someone else entering the room, refusing to look up from your spot as a familiar figure sits next to your teary one carefully. A feeling of guilt and wishing you could turn back time weighs on your chest as Kenma strokes a hand through your hair. 

“Don’t panic.” 

“Don’t panic?!” You sit up, Kenma eyeing you evenly as he watches frustrated tears brim your eyes. “I just walked into your live!” 

“I know, I was there.” 

“Kenma!” You whine, and surprise etches onto your features when Kenma stifles a laugh into his palm, looking off to the side before taking your hand in one of his carefully. The other one wipes moisture from your eyes as Kenma stops teasing you, looking at you seriously through golden irises. 

“We’d have to let them know eventually, you do know that- right? Or did you want to keep us a secret forever?”

“I know, but...” You sniff, Kenma using his finger to tilt your chin up slightly to tilt his head. 

“But?” 

“I don’t want to...ruin your career.” You finish quietly, and you gasp when you suddenly find yourself on your back, Kenma now looking at you with a hard edge to his eyes as he stares down at you from his position on top. 

“Well, isn’t this familiar-” your cracked voice tries to joke. 

“Shut up.” Kenma rolls his eyes before leaning down so his nose is almost touching yours. 

“Would I have gotten this ink permanently drawn onto my damn skin if I thought you’d ever ruin anything for me?” 

At your loss of words, Kenma sighs before taking one of your relaxed hands- the one with the controller on it- and bringing the side of your thumb to his lips so he can mumble against it. 

“And this? This tattoo of yours means that you’re mine. Didn’t we get these tattoos because we knew we’d reveal it anyway?” 

“Kenma, you’re speaking too much calm down-” 

“Y/N.” 

You stop with your antics as Kenma’s voice softens, eyeing you seriously. “Don’t you...want to be together?” 

“God, what kind of question is that?” You frown, lifting your hands to cup his face as you look up at his pretty features. “You know I do.” 

“Then I’m happy you walked into my stream.” Kenma turns his head into your touch to kiss your palm. “Because now all those damn pretty boys in your dms know you’re taken.”

“Kenma, they saw hickies.” 

“So?” 

“I can’t with you.” You roll your eyes before releasing a breathy laugh, glancing at the phone screen from the floor across the room as it turns off and on, lighting your screen up with notifciations. “I’m taking it the press is eating this up?” 

“Like a damn buffet.” Kenma sighs, lazily beginning to trace patters into your exposed thighs. “You know what I can eat up though?” 

“The breakfast you stepped over on your way to pursue me?” You blink innocently, laughing when Kenma shoots you a tired stare. 

“Sure. Let’s eat breakfast.” 

“Kenma-” You begin to whine, only for your boyfriend to kiss your lips in a chaste manner, lips lifting ever so slightly when you blink doe-eyed up at him in response. The phones become ignored as Kenma throws his behind him, the press now forgotten as two phones now blow up beside one another.

His thumb strokes yours as the ink on both of your skin traces over one another, the slight sting of the tattoos unnoticeable as Kenma’s hands slide further up his hoodie. 

“Use that pretty voice of yours and tell me what you want then, princess.” 

“I’m starting to think you did this on purpose.” You murmur against his lips as Kenma scoffs in the midst of trailing kisses down your neck. 

“There’s a reason my stream didn’t end when I told you it would, love.” 

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[wwilloww]

just between us | jhs

Pairing: Dom!Hoseok x Sub!Reader

Genre: Smut.

Rating: Explicit.

WC: 3.7k

Summary: What’s Hoseok to do when you wake him up unintentionally? 

Warnings: Spooning. Grinding. Daddy kink. Dom/sub. Oral (m. receiving). Hair pulling. Brief restraint. Begging. Slight degradation. Unprotected sex within an established relationship. Multiple orgasms. Creampie. Aftercare and cuddling. 

A/N: Cheers to daddy dom Hobi. This is part of a larger project which I’ll be revealing soon, but I wanted to give you all something while the rest of it is being put together. I hope you enjoy!

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It’s not the light blazing in the window or the alarm that wakes Hoseok up.

It’s a tight little ass wiggling against him.

His eyes flutter open, his view blurred with sleep. He looks down to see you mumbling incoherently and clearly lost in a dream.

After last night, you had passed out on Hoseok’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around your back, your cheek pressed right into the space above his heart. However, sometime during the night, you had wiggled your way into his side and he had turned as well, pressing himself to your back to spoon you. The two of you always slept best like this, curved into one another like two matching puzzle pieces. Usually, the position was cute, even. But with your ass pressed firmly into his crotch, your hips circling against his morning wood, the situation is anything but cute.

Hoseok groans softly as you push back into him. He’s sensitive after edging himself for hours yesterday, and the pressure of being squeezed between the babysoft skin of your ass and his hard abs sends a jolt of pleasure up his length and into his abdomen every time you move. As he looks down at the gentle swell of your bottom, he realizes he’s been leaking precome onto you for who knows how long.

Were he a younger, less controlled man, he would reach down to wrap his hand around his throbbing length and jerk himself to completion. Technically, he still could. But the thought of waking you up, of making you take care of him is much more appealing.

You continue to rub yourself against him, rotating your hips until he finally slips between your ass cheeks. Hoseok suppresses the primal groan that threatens to rip through his chest as he feels your swollen, dripping lips wrap around him, coating him in your arousal.

Even in sleep, you moan as you drag yourself against his cock, the tip prodding at your tight entrance.

It’s at this point that Hobi’s hand comes down on your hips, stilling your movements entirely.

“Wake up, little one,” he growls in your ear.

He watches the curve of your back as you stretch. A gentle smile dances on your features, arms reaching above your head, as you yawn and smack your lips.

“Mmm, good morning, daddy,” you grumble, your voice gravelly from sleep and having his cock fucked into your throat the previous night. He shivers as he hears the way the title rolls so instinctively off of your tongue— like it belongs there— even when you’re still half asleep. You roll over and nuzzle your face into his chest. “How late did we sleep in?” His skin is soft and warm and smells all too much of him and the previous night’s activities—you sigh into it, relishing in the comfort that washes over you, entirely unaware of the disaster you’ve created.

However, held so tightly in Hobi’s arms, you quickly become aware of the situation as a very large, very hard cock is pressed into your stomach.

“Daddy?” you ask, your eyes popping open.

“You’ve been a bad girl, rubbing yourself all over me,” he says, his voice soft despite the persona he is very quickly slipping into. “So hungry for cock that you can’t even go without it when you’re sleeping.”

Mischief sparks in your eye as you realize what’s going on. You quickly right yourself, placing your hands on his chest and looking up at him.

“Daddy,” you pout. “You know I didn’t mean it.”

“Did I not fuck you well enough last night?” He says, tucking your sleep tangled hair behind your ear. “Were three orgasms not enough for you? Or do you just need cum dripping out of that tight little pussy at every possible moment for you to be able to function?”

You whine and squirm against his tightening hold.

“I think you oughta take care of the mess you made, don’t you think, princess?”

Your eyes light up.

“I can touch you?”

Usually, Hobi makes you work for his body, binding your hands behind your back as you pleasure him, tying you to the hooks on the wall while you watch him fuck someone else, or, worse of all, edging you until you are begging to tangle your hands in his hair and thrust your hips up into his touch.

But judging by the tightness with which he’s squeezing your ass and the oh-so-subtle way he’s rutting against your stomach you know he’s just as close to the edge as you are.

“No hands though,” Hobi says as you crawl backwards down the bed. “Only your mouth.”

“Anything for you, daddy,” you smirk, relishing in the slight edge of power you think you’re holding this morning. You’ve obviously worked him up to the point that he’s willing to break some of his own rules.

Hips straddling his knees, you toss your hair over one shoulder and bend so that your mouth is just an inch away from his straining cock. You peek up at him to see his lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fiery and desperate for you.

His cock stands hard and long and pressed against his abs, which flex as you watch. Quick to get to work, you lick a long stripe from the base to the head, circling your tongue around once. Then, lifting your mouth from him, you purse your lips and blow softly on his cock. You know the sensation of cool air hitting the moisture where your tongue so recently warmed him will send a spark straight up his spine. And you’re right. His hand snaps up to the back of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair and pulling you up so that your neck strains underneath the force.

“Don’t tease, little one, unless you really want to upset daddy.” Despite the confident smirk that plays along his lips, you recognize the desperation in his actions: he’s already panting, his gaze is half-focused, and his thighs are clenching every time you touch him.

So you lower your lips—without breaking eye contact, of course—and gently suck his head into your mouth. There, you let it rest on your tongue, making sure your movements are soft and light. Ever so slowly, you begin to take him deeper, opening wide for him to see his cock fill your mouth.

With the pace of a snail, you slide down on his length until you finally wrap your lips around him. They frame his cock in a delicious pout as he hits the back of your throat. You gag, your throat trying to force him out.

And then you just stay there, holding him in your mouth and at the entrance to your throat, alternating between sucking lightly and not at all.

“Fuck,” Hobi curses. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

You pull off of him, reaching up to stroke him with your hand in the absence of your mouth. “Daddy, I’m just trying to make you feel good.”

Suddenly, Hobi’s arms are beneath your elbows, gripping you hard. He tugs you up to his face before flipping you over. The air whooshes out of your lungs as your belly hits the mattress.

“What did I tell you?” he hisses, hooking his leg over you as he sits down on you. The position effectively keeps you in place, immobile. He takes both of your wrists within one of his large hands and pulls back so that your back arches off the bed. “No hands. And you couldn’t even fucking listen to such a simple order.” He releases you slightly and you crumple to the pillow.

Hands bound, body captive, your mind has nowhere to go but to sink into the weight of his body atop yours and the tension that feeds within you. Your arousal has built to such a frenzy that all you can think of is how it will feel when he finally slides into you.

Keeping your wrists locked in his grasp, he slides his other palm to the valley of your back, spreading his hand flat against you. Slowly, he slides it up along your spine until he reaches your nape. There, his hand curls so that the edges of his nails scrape against the sensitive skin. He pushes his fingers into your hair. The sensation of his nails grazing against your scalp shoots stars into your vision—stars that explode when he twists his fingers into your locks, a handful of hair in his grasp, and yanks.

Hobi knows exactly what pulling your hair does to you. He smirks as he listens to your breath catch in your throat in a mix of pleasure and surprise as he tugs your head backward. Your eyes roll back and your body falls into the precious, pulsing feeling beneath his fingers wrapping and pulling at the delicate skin. Blood rushes to your face, warming you inconceivably.

Even with the stars spreading through your vision, you can’t help but clench and unclench your hands, trying to reach out for Hobi, just to feel him closer. You manage to brush your fingers against the taut skin of his stomach, but your efforts are quickly thwarted as Hobi slams your wrists into your back.        

“You’re so dumb for cock that you can’t even keep your hands off of me.”

“I want you,” you sob into the pillow. “I need you so bad, daddy, please fuck me.”

“I know you want my cock,” Hobi says. “But I wanna know what you’ll do for it.”

“Anything. Anything, daddy.”

He releases your hair from his grasp and you fall to the pillow, tears of pleasure and desperation spilling onto your cheeks. He bends over you, pressing his lips to your ear.

“I want to fuck you like the hole you are--and I want you to take it like a good girl.”

“Y-yes please,” you gasp, wriggling beneath him. “Fuck me, daddy, use me.” You push your ass towards him, whining as his cock slides between your slick folds. At this point, you’re so wet that it provides no friction and no satisfaction whatsoever. “Wan’ it.” He lifts himself up from you, grasping his throbbing length in one hand as he lines himself up with you. You swivel your hips back, trying to rub yourself on him.  

“I should tie you up for that, but instead—” He rams into you in one stroke. “I’m just going to fuck the brat out of you.”

Your back arches off of the mattress when he bottoms out. He only gives you a second to adjust before he begins to drag the bulbous head of his cock in and out of your fluttering walls.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, princess,” Hobi gasps. “You take my cock so well. It’s like I didn’t even spend three hours fucking you open last night.” His pace is even and controlled as he draws back with each stroke, leaving just the head within you before sliding smoothly back in.

“Daddy, you’re so big,” you groan. “But—” you gasp as he swivels his hips against your ass. “Need more.”

His movements slow.

“Does my little one want me to use her as a fuck hole?”

You nod furiously against the pillow.

“Please, daddy, use me. I’m yours. Use me as your fuck hole.”

Hobi chuckles, savoring the way your brow looks so sweetly pressed in concentration. He knows you are trying so hard to be a good girl for him, keeping your hands to yourself and lifting your ass for him to fuck into.

“When I’m done with you, you’re not going to be able to think of anything else except the way my cock feels hammering.”

He lifts his hips back and slams into you.

A whine, primal and high, is forced out of your body by his jackhammering.

“Daddy!” you yelp, your eyes going crossed.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good.” The curve of his cock kisses your cervix, the pain mixing with the pleasure of his thrusts. His balls slap against your clit, their weight teasing a spark of delight from the depths of your cunt. “You gonna come for me?”

“Yes, daddy,” you cry.

Hobi is surprised. You don’t usually come this quickly—but whatever you had been dreaming about must have brought you right to the edge before he woke you up.

“That’s it, baby,” Hoseok coos. “I want you to cum on my cock while I fuck you. I wanna see your cum coating every inch of me.”

Just when you feel your orgasm building, getting ready to snap within your abdomen, Hoseok pulls out, leaving you whining and pushing your ass back in search of his cock.

“Flip over, baby, I wanna see your face when you come.”

You quickly turn on your hip and spread your legs wide for your boyfriend. He grins at the sight of you holding yourself open for him, squirming and desperate for his touch. He’s done holding out on you though, so rather than sitting back on his heels and making you wait for him, he leans over you and slides his cock teasingly through your lips. The desire rippling through his abdomen is not one to be waited on. Reaching down, he grips his cock tightly, presses it to your entrance, and slides right in.

With the combined mixture of your slick and his precome, there’s no resistance as he resumes his punishing pace, jackhammering you into the mattress.

You feel full of him. Each thrust sends a shockwave through your entire body and it’s not long before your orgasm begins to build again.

“Daddy, I wanna cum.”

“Then fucking cum,” he hisses. “Fucking cum on this cock.”

You let go with a gasp. Your body twists beneath the pleasure coursing through you and you reach out to grasp Hoseok’s hips and pull him deeper into you. He gives you this, letting your hands pull him forward until he’s fully seated within you, your walls pulsing deliciously around him.

When your breathing has returned to normal and your eyes have fluttered back open again, he grins down at you.

“You good?”

“Better than good.”

“Can I—”

Before he can even finish his question you’re pulling his face down to yours, kissing him deeply and tugging one of his lips between your teeth before you say “Fuck me.”

He gasps into your mouth as you bite down on his lip, before pulling away just enough to push the hair out of your face. “You’re gonna help daddy now?”

You smile, a sleepy edge tinting your features.

“Mhmm,” you hum.

Rather than resuming his punishing pace, Hoseok lets his weight fall atop you, burying himself deeper within you. Clenching his abs, he chuckles and grinds his hips down into you, his pelvic bone grating against your clit. He knows just how sensitive you are. He can tell by the way you squeak and buck up at him.

He continues to circle his hips against you, and you yelp.

“I thought it was your turn!” you cry, overstimulation shooting stars through your whole body.

“I decided I want to see you cum again.”

He grins as he watches your hands scramble for anything to hold onto as you try to divert the overwhelming sensations that he’s mercilessly driving into you.

He brings his hand down on the softness of your belly and presses. Beneath his hand he feels his own cock grinding into you, circling through your abdomen. He groans at the sensation, at the notion of how deeply he reaches into you.

“Too much—,” you gasp.

“Do you need to use your safeword?”

“N-no.”

“Then I’m not going to stop until you cum again,” he murmurs into your lips, refusing to slow his pace. “I’m going to force this orgasm out of you if it’s the last thing I do.”

At this point, language doesn’t exist.

Dumb little noises slip out of you. Hobi’s hand, pressed into your abdomen was the only thing keeping you in place as you squirmed and wiggled beneath him.

“S-so good,” you gape, your overstimulation finally receding into a depth of sensation. Electricity zapped between your bodies, startling your senses to life.

You swear you can feel every ridge of his cock dragging through you, every place on your body where his skin brushes up against yours — you could memorize every breathy and graveled sound that falls from his lips. To see him lost in his own pleasure — it has your heart racing again and desire flooding your veins.

Hobi sees your gaze change. Sees the way your hands come back to his body, urging him forward. Seeing this shift, he knows you are ready for more and so he quickens the thrust of his hips, beginning to really fuck into you. He smirks at the little gasp that slips through you — your surprise and delight, his.

Picking up his pace, watching the way your breasts jiggle with each thrust, Hoseok knows he can’t keep this up much longer before he unravels.

“You’ve been so good letting daddy fuck you, but I don’t think you’ve proven to me that you’re not just pretending to be good for daddy’s cum. I wanna fill you,” he pants. “But bad girls don’t get daddy’s cum in their cunt.”

“Please, no,” you gasp, his relentless pace shoving language from your mind. “I’m good, I’ll be good.”

“No,” he growls.

“Please, I want your cum, daddy,” you sob.

“Then touch yourself. Make yourself cum again and you can have me.”

You whine but reach down to circle around your clit as he’s asked. The stimulation of your fingers tracing familiar patterns against your clit and the throbbing pressure of Hobi filling you has your wrists shaking. Your fingers falter and brush against your entrance and in the process flutter oh-so-delicately against his cock.

“Fuck,” Hoseok gasps. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

A whine rips through the both of you as you work to pleasure both yourself and Hobi. You can feel the rope of your pleasure building to an ache within you as you circle feverishly against your clit. You are so close, you just need—

With an extra amount of force, Hoseok rams into you, his pelvic bone hitting your clit at just the right angle. You yelp and twist, your orgasm coursing through you.

He hisses, throwing his head back as your walls clamp down around him, trapping him within you. Your second orgasm washes through your belly and through your limbs, your body falling limp beneath him, eyes rolling back into your head.  

The blissed-out look on your face has him gripping your hip with one white-knuckled hand and pumping into you one last time before he spills into you. His hand is still pressed to your abdomen and beneath your skin, he can feel the bulging head of his cock twitch as it releases stream after stream of cum, painting your insides white.

He holds himself there for a moment, letting the warmth of your body and the press of your arms cradle him. With a sigh, he pulls out of you, coming to rest at your side.

Beside him, sweat shines on your brow and gleams upon your chest. Fucked-out, bedhead hair is splayed around your face like a halo and he’s not sure he’s ever seen anything more gorgeous. Your lids are heavy as you turn to him, reaching out for him to take you into his hold. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and stroking rhythmically up and down your back.

“You did so well for me,” he finally says. “You always do.”

You smile sheepishly at the compliment, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I want to do well for you,” you say, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“How did I get so lucky as to have you?” he said, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

“It’s me who’s the lucky one,” you giggled.

“Agree to disagree.”

The two of you just stay there like that, wrapped up in each other, feeling the other’s breath fall against your skin. As dominating and rough as Hobi can be, he will always take you into his arms like this, reminding you that you are the most precious thing in the world. Just as Hobi is about to drift back into sleep a thought flashes across his mind —

“Tell me, baby. What were you dreaming about before I woke you up?”

“I—” You look embarrassed as you fumble for words.

“It’s okay,” Hobi says, pulling back just enough to catch your gaze. He brings a hand up to stroke the still-warm skin of your cheek. “You know I’m not going to judge you. You’ve heard most of my sick fantasies.”

You laugh. “True, tr— wait—” Your eyes narrow. “How did you know it was a fantasy?”

“Darling, you were basically fucking yourself on my cock.”

Your eyes widen in shock as you clap a hand over your mouth, body shaking as you laugh.

“Alright, that’s a fair assumption to make then.”

He pulls you closer, his palms clasped together behind your back.

“So what was it? It must be really delicious if you’re so hesitant to tell me.”

“Promise you won’t be mad at me? That you’ll tell me if it’s not okay?”

Hobi raises a brow — “Of course,” he says gently.

“I… I want to fuck Jungkook.”

Oh. If he’s being honest, that’s not what he was thinking would come out of your mouth.

“And you. At the same time.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah...” You look down in embarrassment, but he pulls your chin up. As you meet his eyes, you realize just how intensely dark his gaze is.

“Well if that’s what you want, little one, then that’s what you’ll get.”

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[farewelltoeden]

if u feel comfortable with it, can you write anything kawanishi x goshiki?? hcs or a small drabble, angst or fluff, i just,, want more of em NJADSJN ty if u do!!!

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Better Than Drugs

summary: kawanishi has a headache, no tylenol, and a hyperactive boyfriend. what could go wrong?

tw: none!

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lord knew goshiki tsutomu had energy, and lots of it. which is why it was no surprise to anyone when he announced that he was going to stay after practice to work on his spiking techniques. so, they left him to his own devices, going into the locker room to change. soon enough, everyone was gone. everyone, that is, except for taichi.

practice had been a lot for him that day. not only was he generally not a fan of noise, he just so happened to have a splitting migraine that no amount of sleep or hot showers was helping. it had come on over the weekend and stuck around far past its welcome. and to make matters worse, he couldn’t find the tylenol. the tylenol he 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 kept 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 in his locker. his forever expressionless face morphed into one of pure misery as he slowly sank down to his knees, his head resting against the cool metal of the lockers.

a little nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

that’s what he told himself, but the minute he closed his eyes, the door banged open. (that’s what it felt like, anyway. in reality, he slept there on the floor for two hours.) he rubbed his neck, wondering why there was an ache when he moved it all of a sudden. “kawanishi-senpai?”

his eyes darted to the source of the 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 he heard. the screaming that was just goshiki’s normal voice, but almost made taichi’s brain explode nonetheless. “shhhh…” he held a hand up, the other resting on his head. “and i told you-”

“sorry, taichi.” goshiki corrected himself, crawling over to his boyfriend. the relationship was still new- he wasn’t used to calling an upperclassman by his first name. “are you okay? do you have a headache? do you need medicine? do you want me to take you to the nurse? do you..” he started to ramble off questions, completely overwhelming taichi’s already sensitive head and making him flinch. in goshiki’s defense, he’d just practiced for an extra 2 hours. he was pumped up on adrenaline. still, for kawanishi’s sake, he tried to be quieter. “i’m sorry.. do you want me to take you back to your dorm?”

taichi thought for a minute, then slowly nodded. he went to stand up, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “let me.” goshiki said with a proud smile, before lifting kawanishi straight off the ground. because, that’s what the guys in the movies do, and all those romantic mangas! plus, from the way taichi blushed and nuzzled his face into his neck, he was doing something right. god bless his beefy boyfriend.

“thank you, tomu..” kawanishi mumbled, clearly already getting sleepy. tsutomu nodded proudly and easily carried him through the halls, glaring at anyone making too much noise, or anyone who looked at them weird. he didn’t want to disturb taichi’s rest, so he opted just to take him back to his own dorm, instead. that way he wouldn’t have to bother him for a key.

the next time kawanishi checked in with reality, he was being laid down in a mass of amazingly soft blankets that smelled like heaven (read: like goshiki) to him. he snuggled into them immediately, not even caring that it wasn’t his own bed. he received a kiss on the forehead before being left alone for a while, the entirety of which he slept through. soon enough he was being moved ever so slightly to the side so a freshly showered goshiki could sit on the edge of his bed. “taichi..” he whispered, gently stroking his cheek. “i brought you medicine..”

taichi sat up to take the tylenol goshiki had brought, and then immediately felt strong arms wrap around his waist. just as they started to pull away, he grabbed on and looked up at his boyfriend. feeling unusually clingy, he made his next request. “will you hold me?” he mumbled shyly. “just till i fall asleep..?”

of course, he didn’t have to ask twice. tsutomu was 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 up for cuddles. he laid down beside him and stroked his boyfriend’s ginger hair, slowly lulling him to sleep. on the inside, he was practically screaming with excitement over their first cuddle session.

to his surprise, taichi felt much better when he woke up. goshiki came to the conclusion that it was probably the extra-strength tylenol he gave him. kawanishi had a different opinion. that boy’s arms were better than any drugs he could take.