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bcolfanfic · 2 months

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If you have any,,, id love to hear more hcs about the intervention

*cracks knuckles* some background first (that is over-riding my wedding headcanons a lil re: the first time they see bucky post attempt- ah c'est la vie). also these were, shocking no one atp a collab effort with @swifty-fox

it comes up to begin with bc a handful of the guys decide to go hang out and muck about in nyc. ken, curt and rosie are already in the area, and croz, brady, demraco and the buckys also fly in. yayyy!!! boy time!!!

except not *yay* in that bucky's drinking has been getting. bad.

he tries hard to mask it, takes up chewing gum every second of the day to mask the smell on his breath but he's not perfect. drinks in the shower before they go out for the day with the guys, and he's off but the guys mostly chalk it up to bucky's typical buckyisms. gale maybe knows he probably isn't sober, but he's stressed and hurting and for the sake of having fun with their friends just tries to pretend he doesn't know. esp when he's not being sloppy, just a little off.

then croz walks in on bucky doing shooters (these, if you're unfaimialr) in a bathroom he had them all stop at. tries to be gentle about it- tell him he doesn't need those, if he's thirsty they can stop and get some water. but bucky snaps at him that to not talk to him like one of his kids and things escalate. they get into it and poor brady who volunteered to go see why they were taking so long in the bathroom is the one who has to break them up just like he did in bagram. war flashbacks. literally.

croz doesnt want to make much more of a scene about it so he doesnt walk out blasting what happened, but he does text gale about it. and at this point it's obvious to everyone that bucky isn't sober and i just </3. when bucky leans into gale and says he doesn't feel good gale kinda jumps at the opportunity to go back to their hotel. wants to take care of his bucky, but is also hurting and honestly a little embarassed.

then a lot of things happen that i think i'm gonna save to write in a fic but. including not limited to gale realizing bucky is hiding alochol in diff bottles when bucky asks him to grab a water from the mini fridge and is like uhhh no no not that one, not that one. and gale breaking his own heart having to help him drink when theyre back home because he almost went into full blown withdrawal trying to just up and quit cold turkey to save face.

to your actual question about the intervention, it's mostly curt's idea- that he shares on the phone when the bucks are back in wyoming. and gale is pretty much certain it's a horrible idea but he doesn't know what else to even try so he agrees. all the guys that were on the nyc trip fly out, and gale gets bucky out of the house for the morning (curt knows where their spare key is) so that the other guys can at least. get in the house without bucky physically stopping them.

but bucky knows something is up when they pull back in the driveway. sees all the cars and *knows* what this is and just looks at gale like he's committed the ultimate betrayal </3

it's a pretty rough start. curt starts talking all "should we go dig that bullet out of the wall or d'you wanna stop pretending your healing journey is over" and when bucky understandably kinda freaks at that he makes him tell the other guys what he's talking about. poor thing doesn't want to. tells curt's that not fucking fair he's such a narc, a bad friend but curt is like no. this is eating you up inside. you need to say it out loud. they're your friends. they love you. *i* love you.

ends up telling them, and that crack in the armor is enough that he's at least not snapping at all of them/letting them talk.

but it gets rough again when it's ultimatum time. croz’s is not letting him around his kids- not because he thinks bucky would *ever* hurt them, but bucky is just. a liability in a lot of ways with this and the whole point of ultimatums is that they are. tough to hear. they have to be. or they don't work.

demarco's is that if bucky genuinely refuses to get help then gale is getting on a plane with him (whether gale thinks he'd actually be able to go through with that or not he agreed to let demarco say it). and that's when bucky snaps again. talking so hard he's spitting about oh i don't even get to go back to wisconsin? just gonna leave me in wyoming to die, huh?

and gale bursts into tears </3 which is what really makes bucky break because gale *never* cries. but now he's sobbing because god bucky's trying so hard but he's still not better and he's hurting the people he loves. he's hurting them a lot.

bucky on his knees crawls to kneel in front of him and take his face in his hands "i'm sorry im sorry please don't cry, leave if you want just don't cry baby

and gale's crying telling he just wants him to listen to him and to their friends whydoy only care now cause ‘m crying- look at /them/, it’s not fair.

bucky wants to barf when he listens, turns around and looks at their friends and seems them looking back at them like *that*. but some part of him, the part that is desperate to get better feels really damn lucky to be so loved by them that they even showed up. that they want him to get better.

#tw alchoholism #young vets au #buck x bucky

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robinhobiii · 11 months

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Professor! Wonwoo

Y/n failed a few classes and now the college needs to speak with a guardian.

Warning: kinda suggestive

Y/n was stressed. The results of all the exams come out today and she’s dreading to pick up the paper. She knows she failed chemistry. She had no clue what she did during a the labs or what she did on the final exam. She’s been slacking for the two months going out and about and not studying. There’s no way she got above a C on the other exams too. What’s worse is the fact that her husband, Jeon Wonwoo, worked at her university as a history and philosophy professor. It was an arranged marriage and she only said yes because she thought he would go easy on the school work load. However, he’s more strict than her father! Always wanting straight A’s and less than 5 absences. However, no one knows about this. He didn’t tell anyone because he didn’t want people to think he was favoring her because she was his wife.

He’s a cold man, but he cares about her. She seen on multiple occasions that he did. Like when it was close to midnight and she’d ask for help on certain questions. Or when it’s that time of the month and he goes out and buys whatever she craves. They’ve been married for almost two years and she’s feels as though they’re almost at the finish line to be lovers. But she’s not too sure on how he’ll react to the report.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. Strange.

It’s was the student center.

“Hello?” She said cautiously.

“Ah yes, good evening Ms. L/n, this is your advisor speaking. I’m going to need you to come to my office right now please. We need to discuss the sudden drop in your grades.”

“. . .”

“Ms. L/n, are you there?”

“Ah! Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

. . .

“Ms. L/n, your GPA dropped from a 3.9 to a 2.9 in a matter of two weeks. From what I can see, your grades went down during the last few weeks of this semester. You are an excellent student because I can see that before you had a A and B average. However, this severe drop can really cause problems for graduation.”

She said as the advisor looked at her. She had no words to say because honestly she did this to herself. Y/n knew that she was failing but not to the point where it’ll cause her problems to graduate.

“What can I do? I’ll do anything to fix it!” Y/n exclaimed.

The advisor sighed and said “Well, since you’re in danger of not graduating, this is what has to be done. We need to have a meeting with a guardian to make sure that you stay on track and they push you towards graduation. We know you’re a good student, so we’re giving you this chance to redeem yourself. Once we can come to a compromise with you, the guardian, and I, we’ll allow you to retake the classes online.”

“Um, w-when is it a good time to come by? ”

”Hmm, what’s today . . Oh! Thursday. I’ll set aside time for Friday, 4:30 pm, okay? Does that sound fair. “

Ooh, Y/n, you idiot! You’re done tonight.

“Thank you so much for the second opportunity!”

. . .

She’s fucked.

She stared at the paper the advisor gave. She needs to give it to Wonwoo so he can look it over so he has an idea of what meeting will be about. However, she doesn’t have it in her to do so. It’s was close to 9:30 pm and Wonwoo just pulled into the drive way. She gasped and shoved the paper in her pack back. Y/n made her way to the kitchen and waited for him to come in.

He shut the door rather roughly.

Yup, she’ll have to tell him later. He’s not in a good mood and her telling him about the meeting is not a good idea.

“You okay? ” she said softly as she watched him hang his long coat. He merely grunted and made his way to the bathroom. It was one of those days for him. Mondays and Thursday’s were the most difficult for him. Monday’s . . Well they’re just Monday’s. But Thursday’s are difficult because it’s the day before Friday and he just wants the week over.

She nervously plated his food and waited for him. She was too nervous to eat the right now and just wanted him to go to sleep so she can think of a plan. After his shower, he sits down and starts to eat. She looked at his beautiful face and the way his wet hair effortlessly made him look even more gorgeous. He quirked his eyebrow and looked at her. “Why aren’t you eating?” His deep voice sending chills down her back.

”m’not hungry” she said timidly.

He squinted his eyes and looked up and down at her, trying to read her. “Why?”

“Oh! It’s nothing. I just had a big snack earlier, that’s all. ” she said softly.

He hummed and continued to eat.

“How were your exams?”

She couldn’t think of what to say. She was silent and Wonwoo stopped eating and looked straight at her. “Y/n, I asked you something.” His hooded eyes looked into hers and she got way too nervous and looked away. Before he could say anything else, his phone rang. Y/n quickly got up and got it for him and zoomed to the bedroom.

She doesn’t know how or when she fell asleep, but she woke up at 6:32 am. Wonwoo already left as he needs to be there by 6:00 am. She was panicking on what to do since the meetings is at 4:30 and she still didn’t tell him. Maybe she could text him? No, then he’ll be in a bad mood all day and no one deserve that.

Ugh! Y/n you had one job and couldn’t even do that right.

. . .

It was 4:05 pm and she still hadn’t told him. And the meeting was in 25 minutes.

Sigh. It’s now or never.

Y/n walked in to his office and sat down in front of him. His eyes bore into hers, trying to read them. She quickly looked away and sighed for the millionth time. “Wonwoo, I’m g-going to tell you something, but you can’t get m-mad.” She said nervously as she played with his fingers.

“Enlighten me, princess.”

“I-I, uh, well, um, okay. Are you busy in about 20 minutes?”

He raised an eyebrow. “No”

“I need you to come to a meeting with me.”

He looked confused. Why would he get mad at that?

“May I ask what the meeting is for?” He said as he intertwined their hands.

Her heart fluttered but she’s not sure if it’s because he’s holding her hand or if she’s too nervous to answer him. She remained silent for a bit.

“Y/n? You okay, darling? ”

Her heart was beating out of her chest and she couldn’t formulate a sentence.

“Princess. ” He said more firmly.

She straightened up and his hooded eyes looked at her intently. “I asked why? You know I don’t like repeating myself.” Her cheeks flushed pink as she pulled away her hands and looked at the white digital clock behind him.

4:24.

Where did the time go?!

She quickly pulled out the paper from yesterday from her back pack and quickly handed to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo’s eyes skimmed through the paper and boy did he not look too happy. “You failed two of your classes?” He asked way to calmly. “And three D’s. You must’ve not learned your lesson from last time.” She was shaking slightly as the memories from that night resurfaced in her mind and she quickly shook her head no. “W-wonwoo, I-I can explain-”

He stood up and went around the desk to be in front of her. He leaned forward toward her face and lifted her chin up. “What time is the meeting?” His minty breath fanned her lips.

“4:30. ”

He looked at the clock and it read 4:27.

“You’re really in it for tonight, princess.” His deep voice said as he leaned closer.

“Let’s go”

. . .

“So, you both have been married for almost two years?!” The adviser said shocked.

Wonwoo only nodded as he look at Y/n but she was avoided any eye contact from him.

“Well in that case, I know that she’ll have no trouble to get back on track to graduate. ” He chuckled as Wonwoo let out a small laugh.

“I’m just so shocked that a professor’s wife would slack off so much to the point where her gpa drops and she’s in danger of not graduating.” The advisor laughs. Wonwoo clenched his jaw as he glanced at Y/n and she again was avoiding his eyes.

After talking for a few more minutes, the meeting was done and she would restart those class on Monday. To say Wonwoo was furious would be an understatement. The whole car ride home was silent. She saw how hard he was gripping the steering wheel and she was so scared for what will unfold at home.

As soon as he pulls into the driveway, she practically jumps out of the passenger side and quickly makes it to the front door. She opens the door, kicks her shoes off, and makes her way to the bedroom. Just as she goes the lock the door, Wonwoo stops her. He roughly pushes the door open and both of them are in a stand-off position. Wonwoo slowly walks forward and she slowly walks backward.

“Do you know how embarrassing that was, princess? Hmm? Hearing him say that a professor’s wife is slacking off? What will my students think? That my wife can’t even do well even though she has all the resources to do so? You really didn’t learn your lesson last time, did you?”

She shuddered as she remembers the last time they were there before. She gulped. “W-Wonwoo, I’m sor-”

“Uh uh. You’re not. You just love pushing my buttons, don’t you. I thought you were my good girl? Hmm? ”

Her legs finally hit the edge of the bed. Wonwoo places his hand on her chest and pushes her down roughly. He hovers above her.

“I hope you’re ready because after this, I’ll make sure you never ever have an F again.”

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midnighmoonligh · 4 months

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Voltron Legendary Defender

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Keith ; 21 ; He/They ; Little

Lance ; 18 ; He/Him ; CG

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Brief mention of age regressor sexualizing themselves & cursing.

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Plot Summary

Keith learns about age regression.

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Keith woke up alone. The bed felt really cold. his head pounded from how hard he had been crying the night before. He would've swore he wasn't alone the night before. He wasn't really sure. He rubbed his eyes and pulled his pillow to his chest. He laid practically on it, hugging it and finding comfort in the position. He knew he really should get up, but his excuse is that he didn't feel well. Not that it's a lie regardless. Keith really wasn't feeling well, aside from his head his stomach was upset and his body ached. He needed rest if it was possible.

He slowly closed his eyes again. They felt too heavy to keep open any more. The door to the bathroom opened suddenly, making him hump in response. He peeled opened his eyes and looked over to see Lance. So he didn't dream that he was there, not that he hasn't before. God's he's not making any of this better at all is he.

" Morning, you sleep okay? " Lance spoke up.

He didn't really understand why he suddenly cared for him. Didn't Lance hate him? He rubbed his eyes with his sleeves and rolled over to his other side. He wasn't sure if he really was fully out of the fuzzy mind space or not. He wondered if it was normal. At least Lance didn't bully or hate him for it like he thought he would.

" Okay.. I'll just assume you did sleep okay. Are you okay? You still feeling fuzzy at all? "

" Kinda, I don't know, " Keith finally responded.

It felt like ripping off a bandage. He didn't remember it being so hard to talk. Maybe he really was still all fuzzy. He felt the bed dip near his feet. It caused him to pull his legs up to his chest. He assumed Lance sat on the bed, but he didn't dare to look.

" Hey, Keith can we talk about this? Please. I know you feel terrible, but it isn't like that, just let me help you okay? "

" Why do you care? Why the hell do you want to help me? Aren't I your rival or some stupid thing? " Keith huffed out before Lance could ramble any further.

Lance sighed softly.

" Okay, okay. That's fair, but this is different. I know what's going on with you and I want to help. I don't joke around when it comes to mental health, okay? " he explained in the best way he could.

Keith gave in. He slowly sat up, causing his head to pound harder. He let out an unconscious whimper and pressed the pillow to his chest. He say criss cross while he waited for his vision to clear. He still didn't pick up his head either. He just sat there and stared at the bed.

" Poor thing, you've got a headache huh? "

" Don't pitty me you ass, " he shot back.

Lance laughed. Honestly, it made him smile. He wasn't sure why, but the noise simply cause him to smile.

" Ah, there's your smile. Looks weird on you, " he teased.

Keith pouted.

" Okay okay, let me explain everything, okay? "

He nodded and waited patiently.

Lance wasn't entirely sure how to word all of this to the hot headed boy. At first he had thought he had always known about regression, but the more he thought about it the more he began to realize it had only just started happening because of all this and the war. It made his heart ache for the other. He simply wanted to scoop him up and cuddle him, baby him even.

" What you experience is called age regression, " Lance finally spoke up.

Keith gave a confused expression to the words. He's never heard of it. Then again, he didn't really have internet back on earth, not much for long anyways.

" It's where your mind psychologically regresses to a point in your life you felt more safe, " he explained, watching as Keith took it all in.

" But why? " the smaller bit questioned as he pulled a pillow into his lap.

Lance had chosen to sit on the floor in front of Keith. Keith on the other hand still hasn't removed himself from the bed. Lance didn't mind either, he could tell how much he enjoyed his bed anyways. He found it cute even.

" Usually because if trauma, but sometimes stress or just for fun, " he answered.

He watched as Keith tensed awkward on the bed. It hurt him seeing him react to a word like trauma. He couldn't help but wonder what all has the boy Ben through? What in the hell did life throw at him and make him go through? He couldn't help but fidget with his hands. Lance wanted to ask, but he also didn't want to push. He didn't like it when others pushed into his past or business, so he shouldn't do it to others.

" Okay, " Keith finally whispered out.

" And, there's people who sometimes help people who regress out. Like caretakers, or parental figures. "

" You're one of them? " Keith assumed right off the bat.

Lance had to admit it caught him off guard. However, he still nodded and continued.

" Yeah, that's how I know so much about it. I used to have a little at home, though we cut things off a few days before we left earth, " Lance told him honestly.

" Why? " Keith asked in almost a child like manor.

It made Lance smile. He knew all this talk about his headspace was making him slip. Either because he's uncomfortable or because it was making him comfortable knowing he wasn't the only one. He really hoped that Keith would allow him to care for him, even as a babysitter. However, he knew with all the rivalry stuff it was really unlikely.

" She was sexualizing herself and me, it was making me uncomfortable and I finally had snapped, " Lance admitted as his gaze turned towards his hands.

He stayed there for awhile until he felt warm arms wrap around him and hug him. Lance hadn't even notice Keith leaving the bed. He smiled and wrapped his arms around him. He knew big Keith wouldn't ever do this, so he figured he slipped by now. Maybe he should make a name for little Keith, it would be cute.

" 'm sorry, " Keith muffled out into his shoulder.

He smiled and rubbed his back, carefully slipping the smaller into his lap so he could cuddle him better. He rocked him back and forth slowly, stimming from his own happiness honestly. Though it worked out, as he could feel Keith melting into his touch.

" I know little one, but it isn't your fault, " he reassured.

" Do you want to go get breakfast? Or I can bring it here, " he offered a few minutes later.

" I don want thems to sees, " Keith mumbled with a noticeable pout.

" That's okay, I understand. Let's just stay like this for a little longer then I'll go get breakfast, okay? "

" Yes pleases, " the smaller responded fairly quickly.

Keith warmed Lance's heart. It reminded him so much why he liked him, more than just some kind of friend. He fell in love with little Keith the moment he saw him, he can admit that much. However, he always seemed to how feelings for Keith in general. He just didn't know how to admit them.

Lance had left Keith alone for the time being, mostly just to go and get them breakfast. He wished he had some little gear for Keith to use. Did he forget to mention how cute he is? He's adorable, extremely adorable. Given how much of a bundle of anger he normally was, it was so adorable to see him like this. He wouldn't even think of teasing him for it either and he knew at least Pidge and Hunk wouldn't either. He sighed heavily from the thoughts that ran through his head. He wished he knew how to control them, maybe so they wouldn't be so loud and focus on one thing. He's worried about many things, all surrounding around Keith. Lance wanted to be able to protect his little space, but he wasn't sure how hard it would be with the fact they are at war hanging over their heads.

He shoved open the doors to the kitchen, seeing Hunk happily cooking away. However the affectionate male seemed to notice Lance's strange behavior. He was still trying to make breakfast for the team, not that it was strange. They've all grown used to Hunk making most of the meals.

" You alright Lance? " Hunk asked, catching him a bit off guard. He about dropped the food goo he had in his hands.

" Yes! I'm fine- sorry, half asleep, " he apologized nervously.

Hunk raised an eyebrow at the paladin. However, he signed in defeat and nodded. Quite a few of the paladins are rather drained from missions lately so it wasn't difficult to understand. Lance finished getting the food for himself and Keith. He made sure to let Hunk know that they wouldn't be coming for breakfast. Lance simply made an excuse that they planned on training all day. It seemed to work well enough, so he scrambled off towards Keith's room once more. He found himself getting impatient, so he ended up running down the hallway. His shoes slid across the floor as he attempted to stop at the door. He managed to slide right past it. It didn't stop him though. He gained his balance and managed to get into the bedroom before he fell again. He blamed his lanky legs.

" I'm back little one, " he panted as he looked around the room for the little.

Lance spotted Keith looking out the window and rocking back and forth calmly. He assumed it was some sort of comfort thing. He really wasn't sure honestly.

" Baby boy, " Lance sang as he sat in front of the bed in the floor.

The pet name instantly grabbed the littles attention. He got up and carefully waddled over to him. He almost tripped a few times as he made his way over. Keith plopped down right next to him, thumb in mouth and a tired expression.

" Do you need me to feed you? "

Keith nodded hesitantly. The downside of his headspace was he regressed so young, especially from impure regression. He cuddled into his side and curled up again Lance. It made the caregiver smile. However, before he even could feed the little the alarms began to go off.

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soulren · 6 months

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Hm, yeah? Oh, you want to know what my superpower is? It’s fair that the suit threw you off, I’m not really one for spandex. Especially not after Sir Spindexter literally tied that one guy in knots with his suit but ah anyways I’m sure you of all people don’t need a history lecture. So, my power is to fill conceptual voids. Where something is missing, you know? I can sense them if I really try, but that gets a bit obtrusive so I don’t tend to mention it to people. What I can do is like, say you skipped breakfast today. Instead you just got up and went straight to work. That whole regular part of your morning, the concept of “breakfast” is missing. I can fill that. You’ll feel fuller, more awake. Food won’t be missing from your fridge or anything, and you won’t get any actual nourishment but the concept of it that you lacked will be filled. Your cells will act a bit better, and you’ll feel like you had morning coffee if you usually do that but it’s more…placebo, I guess? Yeah, that’s a close enough word for it. Say you grew up without a father. I can fill that void. Just a hum in my hands and a spark in my eyes and then you’ll be a bit more self-assured, maybe have a different relationship with your mother and masculinity and all that. I’m not much of a fighter but it can change up how someone acts mid-combat I suppose. The tricky bit is the side affects. Say I did fill the void your father left. Maybe you might come home one day to fresh-grilled bacon on a plate in your living room. The smell of cologne and aftershave in your family bathroom. You might hear boots clomping around upstairs, see a real badly slanted shadow of a man in the guest bedroom once or twice. I don’t usually fill up the voids people leave. Those get the worst for side affects. Others tend to go missing and all that, weird sticky films left behind and stuff. As far as I can tell, most powers pull from somewhere or another. Some guy like Brazen Bolt, his electricity has to originate somewhere or physics would kinda fall apart. But I can’t be somewhere we know or understand since he makes way too much for that to make sense. So powers pull from somewhere else. Best I can guess from that is that my power is faulty somehow. Or maybe even working as intended. It doesn’t drag the two ends of the gap together, it fills it with something. Maybe something we don’t entirely understand. Maybe something that brings other things with it. Whatever it is, I don’t really care to know.

#writing #superpowers are fun to write about

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lycanlovingvampyre · 1 year

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MAG 172 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting the French tamarisk in my garden.

JON: "Ah, hold up. Uh, I, I need to, um…" MARTIN: "Now? Seriously? We’re almost out of here." JON: (kinda breathy) "I’m sorry. Not really up to me." MARTIN: "Fine." (sigh) It is actually a really shitty thing to do, to react to physical needs of others like that, making them feel bad about it. I speak from experience and I’m sad to say that I was the shitty one. I taught myself to ignore my bodily needs, I drink very little, I eat very little when it's an inconvenience for me in any way. My spouse drinks the amount of water a human normally should to stay healthy and therefore has to pee a lot more often than I do. In the past I also reacted annoyed when we were out travelling and they had to seek out bathrooms while I wanted to push on. I realized how shitty that was of me and while it is hard to change my thinking pattern I don't blame them anymore for needing a quick break.

JON: "If you’re bored, you could always… take in a show." MARTIN: "That’s – That’s not funny, Jon." JON: "If you say so." Is Martin really so averse to the statements? We know for Jon it feels good to let it out, all that has build up. And the fear around him feels good. But also, he's the Archivist, it's his thing. It really is a bit as Jude put it. Leeching on all the other fears, feeding off of everything, not just the victims in his domain. Martin does have Eye in him, but is it enough that the fear of victims, who are not in his domain, does something "positive" for him? Jon may imply here it's not all bad for Martin with his "if you say so", he surely could Know that. Or he's just dismissive of Martin's sour mood.

That "pause for laughter" is what gets me most in this one. Being watched and judged and mocked. I don't have any experience with addiction/substance use, so the others stuff doesn't really get to me.

Also can we appreciate the soundscaping? It's so good!

Okay, scratch the "only pause for laughter gets me", those hooks, piercing through all kinds of Francis' body parts make me wince every time... But that's more the territory of body horror.

MARTIN: "I went exploring, alright? I don’t know why; I shouldn’t have." JON: "No, y,you shouldn’t have!" Martin going exploring in a Web domain... Not suspicious at all! Still teasing Web!Martin.

MARTIN: "Being here – (sigh) I-It just makes me second-guess all of it, and I – I don’t like it, it – really scares me." That's fair in a Web domain. Almost ventures into Spiral territory here...

JON: "Knowing… Seeing… i,it’s not the same thing as… understanding." Yeah can relate. I can be really good at coming to conclusions, or identifying if one thing has something to do with another thing, or doesn't. But there are also a lot of times where I am fully aware of both things and it just takes me sooo long to connect the dots.

JON: "pattern of consequences and subtle nudges, but I, I can’t – I can’t hold them all in my head at the same time." That's how I describe TMA to others. Like it's so good at surprising because it has such a vast lore. And when things come together it still makes sense, like you feel like "Oh yeaaah, right, there was something about that!"

JON: "Would you like to leave now?" MARTIN: (…decisive) "Yeah, screw this place. Never liked the theatre anyway." That is so funny to hear from someone who likes poetry XD I always thought it’s a rather similar art.

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 172 #tma #tma spoilers

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stiricidewrites · 2 months

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The Damage You Do: ch 23, pt 3

Previously

wwx gasped as lwj stepped forward, one arm coming up to wrap around his waist while the other pressed at his mouth. “M-Mr. Lan?”

“Do not smile at me, rather than show your true feelings,” the man said, voice all threat and kindness that made wwx’s heart clench.

He gave his dom a wobbly smile, real and sad. “Easier said than done.”

lwj’s eyes shifted between his own, searching for something, before he nodded and unceremoniously hauled wwx up and carried him inside.

“Seriously, though!” wwx said as he was set down on a bench and his dom knelt to remove his shoes. “Your cousin said it would be fine it I visited you”—because, you know what!? The bastard had said it would be fine, and if it wasn’t, wwx was making sure he took the blame for this!—“but if it isn’t, I can totally leave.”

lwj set his shoes, ratty and falling apart, despite the fact that they were one of his better pairs, aside. The man looked at them as though they were going to kill him, which, fair. wwx would probably take A-Yuan to the ER if he got a cut from them. You never knew where the deadly germs were hiding! And he wouldn’t put it past his shoes to be hiding horrible pathogens!

“You have not gotten new clothing,” his dom noted, because apparently they were skipping past the “I can totally leave” thing and going straight into “my sub is a dumbass who can’t find time to go spend his earnings” thing.

“I also have not paid you yet,” lwj said, expression growing harsher, despite the fact that it didn’t change.

wwx had noticed that. He’d kinda just assumed the meeting with the rude dude from yesterday had gone long, or left his dom in such a foul mood that he had forgotten or been focused on self-care. “It’s okay,” he said, nodding sagely as lwj examined his wrapped ankle. “I figured something came up, and, like, you pay me so well! It’s not like I need to be paid immediately.”

lwj glanced up at him, then down at his ratty shoes. His eyes trailed over wwx’s so totally not winter appropriate clothing, to the stain on his shirt—which he had only noticed after they left, unfortunately. He hadn’t even grabbed lwj’s borrowed coat, having still been rushing to get ready when lhr arrived. It was so nice he’d hung it up in his rarely used closet and forgotten it existed until the cold hit him, and they were already hurrying to their ride.

“I’m busy, okay?” wwx said, crossing his arms and frowning down at the other man.

“You could have gone shopping this morning,” lwj pointed out as he stood and hauled wwx up, pulling him towards the living room.

“I had plans. Plans to come here.” Plus, he wasn’t going to ask lhr to watch A-Yuan so he could go buy new clothes! He couldn’t do that! Even this felt… weird. Also! Stores weren’t open this early! Tell me you’ve never gone to a shopping centre before without telling me you’ve never been to a shopping centre before.

lwj hummed at him, the sound judging, and hey, rude! He was here to cheer the man up, and all said man was doing was judging his smiles and shoes!

“How long do you have?”

“Ah, well…” wwx trailed off, more from finally being in the mind-space to take in the living room, than anything else.

It was beautiful, eclectic, and he definitely couldn’t imagine his dom decorating this way. Not entirely, at least. Occasionally, something jumped out at him that definitely screamed lwj. The bookcases, filled with books new and old and ancient that his fingers itched to explore. Framed artwork, that if you looked close enough, was newer than the lightly fading paint and wallpaper behind them—lwj replacing things he hadn’t liked, he assumed. There was a safe, where he assumed his dom kept weapons, just in case, as well, tucked into a nearby wall.

The rest of the room was just as oddly vintage as the bathroom had been. The living room was even sunken, something his brain had somehow not registered the day before, despite having, you know, stepped in and out of it. Everything was colourful, some of the patterns so horrific and overwhelming wwx had to stifle a laugh. It was also cramped, so many sofas and chairs and tables pushed into it that it looked smaller than his own living room, even though it definitely wasn't.

#fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian #stiricidesmobji #dark lan zhan

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darkicedragon supernatural dogsitting/delivery au oh no muzaka pawing at the door and m just like 'do you need the toilet or a run?' bc muzaka wants to go meet up w frankenstein azure yesss and to Muzaka's horror he gets both a harness/leash and a muzzle not bc M thinks he'll bite someone bc he knows he'll eat something darkicedragon but also unsure abt taking muzaka out for a walk bc muzaka might take HIM for a walk instead XD azure "If you don't behave, we are not going anywhere' =^= Muzaka is like >^>""" "and you are also getting a bath" o^o!!"" darkicedragon m ends up wetter than muzaka XDD and spends the rest of the night drying up the bathroom

darkicedragon taos amused bc m is Prepping to dogsit 'youd think he was your dog w how much youre buying' 'im being paid a lot for this and he goes thru EVERYTHING so i may as well buy some extra stuff' azure ahahahaha thankfully he knows the butcher (they're a very nice minotaur) so he gets a lot of bones for free darkicedragon m finding the scars across muzakas body and wondering if hes a rescue fighting dog azure "Well that explains your behaviour," M muttering as he brushes his coat darkicedragon oh god m starts talking abt muzaka doesnt mention hes a dog the other supernaturals know muzakas a ww neither of them realise the other has a different mental picture of muzaka hahaha azure OH MY GOD XDD ahahhahah "Uh, he got his head stuck in a jar. Again." and the other supernatural is like 😱 bc u mean lord Muzaka???? also bonus points if Muzaka is MASSIVE an absolute UNIT of a doggo standing almost up to M's chest but M's like "Yeah, he's on the bigger side. Prolly a cross breed with a wolf." darkicedragon 'when hes on my lap, he wont fucking move' and supernaturals are like >-> 'is lord muzaka also with this human as well?' and m talking abt spending hrs brushing out muzakas hair darkicedragon frankenstein hears abt the misunderstanding and gets it immediately, but also plays along muzaka also adds to it wo realising how it sounds 'oh yeh, i spent the entire night w m last night' tho i guess some would realise it was bc muzaka transformed, but even then, thats a Big Trust, even if muzaka is the lord also, muzaka howling and m just |-ó seeing the bunch of wws outside 'why are they acting like youre in heat??' darkicedragon m keeps going w his life until hes talking w someone and then theyre just like o/ 'lord muzaka!' o/ 'yo' 'huh, i know a dog w the same name as u. ........hes got similar scars as u too....?' 'yeh, thats me' ^--^ 'thanks for lookin after me' '................uh' and ms just panicking, bc shit. hes just been talking shit abt muzaka this entire time azure OH MY GOOOOD XDDD and M is absolutely deadpan like "yeah, that makes a lot of sense" darkicedragon '....frankenstein just said it was dogsitting?' 'well. i was a wolf at the time, yeh?' and m just internally >/////< over all the belly rubs and grooming he did w muzaka and putting on the bandana and making muzaka wearing the harness and- '.......lord?' 'yeh, im the lord of all the wws' hes going to fucking DIE azure AHAHAHHAA XDDD M's like ಠ_ಠ 'and you need dogsitting?" darkicedragon next time m gets a request for dogsitting, its actually just a dinner w frankenstein and humanoid muzaka, as a thank you/apology for not being completely clear 'yeh! im still instinctual durinf the full moon and frankensteins busy to keep an eye on me' azure M like =^= while eating the food bc hey, free food "hard to find ppl to look after you and well, you kinda dealt with lots of supernaturals. figured you'd handle it. darkicedragon 'and you wouldnt take advantage of the situation' 'take advantage that hes a dog???' m still doesnt know abt frankenstein XD azure what did Franken dooo XDDD darkicedragon the whole mad scientist stuff aha so they trusted m wouldnt go poking for research, bc he doesnt even know it exists or that its imp azure ah, fair XD

#noblesse #skype conversations #madameazzure #muzaka #wolf!muzaka #m21 #delivery m21 au #frankenstein

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Delirium

based on a real life experience of mine with my dumbass ex girlfriend and added angst because i hate everything.

Once again, Sirius found himself alone at a Hufflepuff party, smoking in their bathrooms, hiding from everyone else.

“Fuckfuckfuckfu-“ a familiar voice grunted “oh. Hi.”

“Hi” Sirius answered not quite cheery but not grim “the hell happened to your shirt?”

“This? Oh, Mary’s drunk again and she threw her stupid brew over my last white shirt” the other boy laughed “why are you here”

“can’t smoke in the common room” Sirius lifted his lit up fag, the other boy nodded in agreement.

“you’re not missing much anyways. They stopped playing good music a while ago and the girls look like they are about to have a massive orgy to ABBA it’s ridiculous”

Sirius chuckled and shook his head “fuck and I’m missing it?”

“So strange of you to do so” the boy smiled at Sirius “can I have one?”

“Yeah sure, want me to light it? I know you fucking suck at it.”

“Awww, that’s so thoughtful of you! But, I’ve been learning so no need.”

“Woow that’s some growth”

“not the only thing that’s been growing”

“ah fuck you”

He laughed. Sirius took a drag to distract himself, but realized it had almost burnt down to the filter. He lit another one. “So, how you’ve been?”

“Been better but nothing I can’t manage” the boy chuckled

“that’s good to know” Sirius forced a natural grin “yk i’ve been thinking about you and-“

“Sirius, stop.” Remus locked eyes with him for the first time since entering the room.

“Sorry?”

“Look, I don’t know if you can tell but i’m not here to have a fucking heart to heart right now. If I were, James would be between us insetead if this fucking awkward silence thing thats going on.”

“oh.” Sirius scrunched his eyebrows “right, sorry.”

“your friends must be looking for you anyway” Remus said before taking a long drag.

“yeah, your boyfriend must be looking for you too.”

“who? Teo? Nah he’s just a friend.” Remus justified. “You know it’s actually kinda hard to be around my usual friends when you’ve taken them up.”

“ohhh so I can’t be with my friends?” Sirius defended.

“No, but they are my friends too you know, it wouldn’t hurt to be liked by them” he rolled his eyes.

“They like you Remus”

“Then why are they always around YOU?” Remus started to raise his voice “They barely asked how i’ve been and shit when you’re the one who broke up with me.”

“Excuse me?” Sirius asked in disbelief.

“Yeah you can act all depressed and shit but it’s you who left me”

“you wanted to leave me too!”

“But I didn’t!” Remus screamed “I fucking didn’t Sirius, I loved you enough like to fucking STAY.”

“Oh now that’s not fair” Sirius scoffed.

“But leaving me a note in my books is?” Remus fliked the ashes into the sink before taking a drag.

“I ALREADY SAID IM SORRY OK!” Sirius tried to defend himself.

“Yeah”

“I am”

“Ok.”

“Please Remus I’m sorry, I really am” Sirius stood up to both trow his cigarette and face Remus. “Look, if it’s worth anything, I regret that more than literally anything else in the world.”

“Yeah right” Remus shook his head.

“It’s true” Sirius said looking at the tip lf his shoes. “I hate seeing how much happier you are without me.”

Remus scoffed with disbelief “that’s disappointing. I thought, if anything, you would have regrets because you missed me”

“I do” Sirius added “I just didn’t want to be the vulnerable one again.”

“Don’t lie Sirius, you’ve rarely been vulnerable with me.” Remus crossed his arms as he flicked the filter onto the sink. “Lily’s calling, I should go.”

“Have fun” Sirius called out, still looking at his shoes.

“I’ll try.” Remus said as he left “I’m sorry for screaming at you”

“Sorry for breaking up with you”

“Not forgiven”

“Same here”

“Dickhead” said Remus before fully disappearing.

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panicattheattic · 3 years

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Falling Asleep on Them Headcanons

Lucifer

So you were in trouble right?

Yup, you aren't even sure what you did this time.

But here you were.

In Lucifer's room.

Getting a talking-to that's been going on for like 3 hours now.

At this point you were sitting beside Lucifer on his bed.

Kinda looking towards him, but not really paying attention.

But he just kept going on and on.

Eventually you started to get really sleepy.

Ah that's right, you were in trouble for staying out so late...

You tried to fight the drowsiness fearing you'd just get in trouble again.

That didn't work so well.

Soon you were slumped over, fast asleep.

Lucifer felt your weight on him and he knew immediately you had fallen asleep.

That may or may not have been part of his plan.

To be fair, he originally was just going to give you one of his extensive speeches about following the rules.

But once he saw you were barely staying awake, he decided to take advantage of it.

Can you blame him?

You look so adorable when you sleep.

Just don't be alarmed when you wake up tomorrow in Lucifer's bed all snuggled up in his sheets.

Mammon

He was over at your room.

Again.

You were watching a compilation of the best Lord of Fools moments from the TSL anime.

Mammon was crying, but that's besides the point.

You held on to his arm in order to comfort him.

"I-I'm fine, ya dummy! Ya think the great Mammon needs someone to hold him??"

You managed to convince him it was for you instead of him, so he let it slide.

Not that that was something difficult for him to do.

The warmth that radiated off of him was calming, so calming infact, that you couldn't help snuggling into his side even more and drifting off to sleep.

At first when he noticed, Mammon nearly freaked out.

"W-Wha' do ya think your doin'?!"

But upon confirming that you really were asleep.

And since no one else was around.

He let his true feelings show.

He gently moved your hair from your face as he gazed upon you lovingly.

The position might have not been comfortable for either of you, but he didn't dare move for fear of waking you.

He didn't want the moment to end.

Leviathan

You were watching an anime from the human world.

The original Dragon Ball.

You wanted to show it to Levi because you thought he'd enjoy it's quirky humor.

But you didn't have the same magical energy that "Master Otaku Leviathan" had.

You really couldn't stay up all night as much as you tried.

It was well after midnight when your head fell on his shoulder.

You fell asleep without meaning to.

To say that Levi nearly died would be an understatement.

What was happening?

What were you doing?

This sorta thing only happens in animes!

And not to guys like him!

Right?

Yeah, if you woke up you'd probably be upset at him for allowing this...

B-but maybe not?

Levi was happy, scared, excited and mortified all at the same time.

He tensed up so bad that he was in more muscle pain than you when you woke up.

Satan

So this was a pretty usual occurrence actually.

Whenever you would read together, all cuddled up, it often ended with you falling asleep with your head on his chest.

Depending on the book (like if he knew you actually liked it) he'd stop reading and set the book aside.

He'd hold you and stare at you, mesmerized by the soothing rise and fall of your chest.

He'd stay wherever you were until you woke up, sometimes falling asleep himself.

But if couldn't sleep, he'd stroke your hair and enjoy the simplicity of your breathing.

Asmodeus

You were sharing a bath in Asmo's super cushy bathroom.

You were wearing bathing suits, something Asmo half-heartedly pouted about.

He was going off about style and devilgram drama.

As much as you wanted to listen to him.

Because he was undeniably cute when he was honestly passionate about something.

You were starting to feel incredibly sleepy.

Probably because Asmo had kept you up the entire night before.

Just doing each other's make up and gossiping. (Get out of that gutter, please.)

You were kinda worried you'd drown if you fell asleep in here, but you knew Asmo would keep you safe.

So you eventually gave in to sleep.

Asmo noticed when you sank a bit lower in the water.

"MC? Are you-- Ooh~ How adorable!!"

He tried to keep his squeals of delight as quiet as possible.

He failed.

Thankfully you were well an truly down for the count at this point.

He wanted to let you sleep so he could just watch your cute sleeping face.

But he didn't want your skin to get pruny and dry so he did his best to carry you back to his room without waking you.

You did wake up, but just slightly.

All he could make out from your slurred, half-awake talking was his name.

He could have died from the cuteness then and there.

Though, not gonna lie, he was really curious about whatever you could be dreaming about.

Pushing that thought aside (for now) he set you down on a towel which he had placed on his bed and, after getting dry, laid down beside you.

He couldn't help but stroke your face as he too drifted off to sleep with a smile.

Beelzebub

Okay, so you know how after you eat a lot you get really sleepy?

Well there was a big meal today, since Simeon showed up offering to cook Celestial realm food, and you jumped on the chance to stack your plate with heavenly goodies.

Through the meal, you were very aware of Beel eyeing your plate as he ate across from you.

You knew what he was thinking.

There was no way you could finish all that food.

And usually he would have been right.

You felt just about ready to burst.

But it wasn't every day you got to eat Simeon's cooking and, damnit, you were going to enjoy it!

It also didn't help that the way Beel kept hungrily eyeing your food made you all the more possessive over it.

It was your food!

And you were gonna eat it!

And that was a mistake.

You ate way too much and after your stomach ache went down all that was left was sleepiness.

And so that led to Beel checking up on you while you laid on your bed in receding pain.

He was reasonably worried after watching you eat much more food than you should physically be able to handle.

When he asked you how you felt you only responded with a groan and beckoned him over.

When he sat down on your bed, you placed your head in his lap.

Beel felt warmer than after eating a super spicy double cheeseburger from Hell's Kitchen.

So he happily let you sleep as he rubbed your back, hoping to help you feel better.

Belphegor

You honestly have no clue how you ended up falling asleep quicker than Belphie.

Well, you were pretty tired already from studying so much.

And your tutor did keep insisting on being a bad influence.

And when the person who's supposed to be helping you learn is purposely trying to lull you to sleep, going so far as to put his favorite cow patterned pillow under your head...

It's kinda hard to stay awake.

Belphie was really upfront about having no interest in studying, preferring to just cuddle and nap.

But when you persisted he "agreed" to help you study.

He knew sleep better than anyone, so putting you to sleep would be easy.

By the time you did fall asleep however, he hadn't expected to find your head on his arm rather than on his pillow.

Not that he was complaining.

He was definitely not complaining.

But now that he had you, he wasn't planning on letting go until he was no longer sleepy.

So if you don't like cuddling, you might want to get used to it.

~Aqua

#obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me fluff #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #levi x reader #satan x reader #asmo x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader

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howlingday · 11 months

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RWBY Anonymity

Ruby: Alright, girls, it's that time of year again! We gotta go through the complaint box. Please remember that these have all been submitted anonymously and are meant to be constructive. Yang, no burning down the house.

Yang: I don't make any promises.

Ruby: Good enough! Okay, the first one says

"Can we please keep the noise down late at night?"

Ruby: See? That sounds reasonable, right?

Weiss: Agreed.

Pyrrha: That sounds fair.

Nora: I can do that.

Yang: No deal.

Ruby: Why not?

Yang: I do my late-night PUBG streams.

Ruby: Well, can't you keep it down just a little?

Yang: Fine. But only a little.

Ruby: Good enough for me! Okay, next up

"Can everyone stop being mean to Jaune?"

Ruby: God dammit, Pyrrha!

Pyrrha: These are supposed to be anonymous!

Ruby: It's not anonymous if you're the only one who gives so much of a shit about Jaune's feelings!

Weiss: I found him crying after watching that scene in Bambi again. That's the 108th time.

Pyrrha: Shut up, Weiss! He's a sensitive soul, Ruby!

Ruby: Just let him fight his own battles, and we'll try to go easy on him.

Nora: I won't. I find his crying funny.

Pyrrha: NORA, I WILL FUCKING END YOU!

Ruby: ENOUGH! Pyrrha, just... Just stick close to him, okay? Let's move on to the next complaint. Okay, this next one says

"Why can't we use the word..."

Ruby: Oh... Weiss, was this you?

Weiss: It's just a word, Ruby.

Ruby: We are not having this conversation again, Weiss. Blake almost ripped us a new one.

Weiss: I don't understand. We used to say it all the time back in Atlas.

Ruby: This isn't Atlas! Stop it!

Weiss: I just don't see what's wrong with the word, "Silly Sisters".

Ruby: Because it's outdated, and weird, and really cringey! Can we please move on? Alrighty... Next complaint says...

"Why is Nora so cute and so very deserving of love?"

Nora: Whaaaaaat? Oh, girls, stooop! You're gonna make me blush~! Ha ha ha ha!

Ruby: Sweetie... Are you okay?

Nora: Ha ha ah... the, uh... The break-up is still kinda fresh for me...

Ruby: I know, honey. Okay, last complaint and then we're done. Last one best one says

"Can someone please tell Ruby to stop drinking? The other day, she stood over the pool and peed in it, and she threw up on my bathroom."

Ruby: ...

Weiss: Ruby, we need to talk.

Yang: We love you, Ruby, but not when you drink.

Pyrrha: You're one of the best fighters I've ever met, Ruby, and you're going down a very bad path.

Nora: We're here for you, Ruby. We... care about you.

Ruby: (Crumples paper) This was a fucking stupid idea. Let's just get outta here.

#rwby #spencedubs #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos

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l-r-christian · 3 years

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Could you make a poly mikaelson smut??? Where they are jealous about another vampire flirting with reader and they get possessive.

Alright. We are going to break this off in little blurbs.

Warnings: Protective Mikaelsons, a bit smutty, Possessive Mikaelsons, Fluff

A/N: Gonna add my boy Finn as this was a little self indulgent 😌

Finn Mikaelson

It was a family ball that Klaus was throwing as a birthday party for Rebekah and Finn was watching over the ball. Finn really didn't feel like joining all this as he just wanted to curl up with their little wolf and sleep.

"You look grumpy."

"I do not Kol." Finn muttered as Kol smirked knowing it was Finn's turn to have the night with Y/N but it was kinda ruined when Klaus threw a party. Finn saw some vampire flirting with Y/N who looked uncomfortable and in a blur Finn was next to their little wolf.

"Darling, is this leech bothering you?" Finn said glaring as Y/N pressed close to Finn while vampire swallowed feeling nervous.

"A little bit but I would like to go upstairs."

"Of course." Finn said holding her with possessive hands picking her up. Y/N squealed finding herself on Finn's bed being kissed roughly as his hand was going under her dress.

"Finn.....the party." Y/N squeaked out as suddenly her dress was gone and his slightly cold skin met her warm skin.

"They won't miss us for a few moments." Finn whispered against her skin as his mouth moved along her neck. Y/N let out a breathy moan as Finn moved slowly touching her softly making her feel like her veins on fire.

"Finn......please." Y/N pleaded as Finn sucked on her her thigh closely to her heated center pulling a cry from her when he finally placed his mouth on her center. Y/N bit her fist shaking as Finn held her close tongue flattening against her clit and before she could cum Finn pulling away.

"Finn....no..fair." Y/N whined as he chuckled kissing her before easing into her slowly. Y/N whimpered clinging to Finn as he gripped her hips snapping his hips against hers.

"My beloved wolf, always so beautiful." Finn muttered burying his face in her neck as her walls fluttered around when he moved onto his forearms caging her under him. Y/N came with a soft cry as Finn groaned her name cumming after her nuzzling her neck listening to her pant gently tugging his hair and kissed the vampire softly.

Finn got up and cleaned her up then cuddled up to her pressing kisses on her neck as both muttered I love yous.

"They are going to come looking for us."

"I don't care. I just wanted to cuddle."

Elijah Mikaelson

Elijah glared hard at the vampire and wolf standing a little too close to Y/N while he understood that his little wolf was apart of Jackson's pack but that didn't mean he liked males being near her.

"The meeting is going a longer than thought Niklaus, Hayley seems to be adamant to make our little wolf miserable." Elijah said over the phone then looked to Y/N seeing a young vampire getting brave flirting with the woman.

"I need to go Niklaus." Elijah said eyes darken as he growled lowly hanging up. Elijah walked pass Hayley ignoring how she stared at at him.

"Just if you aren't busy we could hang out tonight? Show you a good time."

"No thank you. I am already in a relationship."

"Pffft, with the Mikaelsons. It isn't like I can't sleep with you too."

"Or I could tear your thoat out." Elijah said lowly picking Y/N up and way from the male. The vampire glared then realized he was looking at Elijah who was glaring at him.

"Eli?" Y/N squeaked whe in a flash you was pressed against a cabin wall with Elijah looking at her with hunger in his eyes. Y/N moaned when Elijah kissed her roughly his hand moving under her skirt fingers slipping pass lace as moved two fingers in her wet entrance.

"Wet already? You love it when I am rough, don't you? I want you to be nice and loud baby, let that baby vampire know who can satisfy you."

Y/N cried out gripping Elijah's shirt feeling his thumb rub her clit as Elijah bit at her neck leaving marks as his way to show she was taken. Elijah felt her wall tighten around his fingers when he added a third and moved his thumb more slowly against her clit. Elijah growled feeling Y/N move her hips against his fingers as he curled them.

"Look at you so needy. Such a good girl being loud, let him know who you belong to." Elijah said lowly in her ear feeling her shake against him, Y/N's face was flushed. Elijah smirked watching her cum with loud moan and bit Elijah's neck pulling a deep growl from his chest.

"Open." Elijah commanded as Y/N opened her mouth and Elijah placed his slick covered fingers in her mouth. Y/N's flush got worst as she tasted herself on his fingers, Elijah leaned in kissing her.

"Let's continue this at home."

Klaus Mikaelson

Y/N was in the kitchen on the phone with Damon as the two were close friends always playfully flirting. Klaus knew the two had no feelings for one another but couldn't help feel a bit possessive much like his siblings when ever Damon was around Y/N.

"Sounds like I should come and help you."

'No no. You don't have to. I'll just kill Kai then no more problems.' Damon tells her over the phone as Y/N smiled at Klaus seeing walk in.

"But my darling I would be happy to help."

'Seriously baby. No need we got it all under control.' Damon tells Y/N as she raised an eyebrow seeing Klaus down in front of her hands moving up her bare legs. Y/N only had on one of Klaus's shirts and laced panties and Y/N let out a squeal when Klaus lift her up having her legs over his shoulders then pulled off her panties and placed his mouth on her mound.

'You okay?'

"Y...y..yeah....saw...a spider." Y/N said gripping the counter as Klaus smirked against her making her ride his face while on the phone with Damon. Y/N let out a shuttering breath as Klaus groaned against her sending vibrations up her spine.

"D....D...Damon....call...you back." Y/N said hanging up feeling Klaus squeezing her ass as he ate her out. Y/N leaned forward on the counter shaking as she let out puffs of air babbling unable to think straight.

"Ni.....N....Nik....someone..could walk in." Y/N panted out trembling feeling him move to her clit sucking harshly making her cry out. Y/N bit her first teasr swelling in her eyes her face flushed and Klaus pulled her closer fucking her with his tongue. Y/N cummed hard shaking panting nearly sobbing as Klaus pulled away just as Y/N felt overstimulated.

"Are you okay, love?" Klaus asked picking her up kissing along her neck.

"Yeah...tired though." Y/N muttered as Klaus took her up stairs to clean her up.

"Oh love, I'm not done with you yet."

Kol Mikaelson

It happen in a blur when Kol threw a vampire that tried kissing Y/N which at first Kol was amused at the vampire's poor a tempt at flirting with the wolf but when he moved to kiss her, Kol wasn't having none of it. Y/N squeaked finding herself in the bathroom with Kol kissing her roughly and she kissed back.

"Kol?"

"Hmm?" Kol hummed moving his mouth along her neck hiking her higher grinding against her pulling a breathy moan from her.

"Are you sure, we can do it here?"

"Why not? You and Elijah had done it in semi public." Kol tells her rubbing her though her panties as she flushed remembering a month ago. Kol kissed her again this time much softer as small moans and huffs could be heard by anyone listening closely.

"Kol.....ah....fuck." Y/N babbled against the vampire's neck as Kol fucked her hard against the wall. Kol kissed her roughly as his thumb found her clit making her cry out throwing her head back.

"Letting all those vampires know who is railing you? Who you belong to." Kol whispered in her ear clearly enjoying the fact that Y/N was was a flushing mess as he fucked her. Y/N tighten her hold on him feeling her orgasm get closer and Kol could tell kissing her deeply swallowing her loud moans as she came hard pulling him with her.

"Let's get you home and cleaned up. We can watch a movie and cuddle."

"O..o..kay but carry me.....I can't feel my legs."

Rebekah Mikaelson

Y/N layed on bed with her face buried in a pillow as she was being loud and gripping the sheets while Rebekah fucked her from behind. Early that night Rebekah and Y/N was at Marcel's club enjoying a night out away from the brothers for once when a female vampire flirted with Y/N right in front of Rebekah.

So one threat and Y/N trying to calm Rebekah, both women went back to the compound that ended with Rebekah fucking her girlfriend. Y/N trembled crying out Rebekah's name when the blonde placed a vibrator on her cilt. Normally Rebekah wasn't one to get jealous nor feel possessive but something about the female vampire flirting with her wolf made Rebekah want to claim the wolf.

"Re...Re...Rebekah....please." Y/N whimpered shaking now as Rebekah moved the vibrator in time with her thrusts. Rebekah smirked seeing Y/N pulling at the sheets her face flushed with tears rolling down her face.

"Just one more beautiful. You are doing so well." Rebekah whispered kissing along the wolf's damp back. Rebekah had already pulled three orgasms from Y/N and six was going to be their personal record. Y/N pushed back against the strap on jolting when Rebekah turned the vibrator up. Y/N cummed letting out a silent scream arching as Rebekah pulled the vibrator away and pulled out.

"You did do well beautiful." Rebekah praised kissing Y/N's skin as the wolf panted trembling from the after shocks of her orgasm.

"Too rough?" Rebekah asked gently rubbing Y/N's back seeing the wolf falling asleep.

"No." Y/N mumbled as Rebekah smiled kissing her cheek then moved cleaning the wolf up and joined her in bed. Y/N nuzzled close to Rebekah muttering I love you as the vampire smiled kissing her head and both fell asleep but before doing so Y/N planned to talk to her mates about their possessive fucking as it hff and wore her out.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Chapter 9: You Ready?

Chapter 8 | Masterlist | Chapter 10 | Words: 1,395

Nat's POV

I made lunch...

Correction, I tried, it failed. So takeout it is!

I head to Y/N's room and on my way I slip copies of the mission files under the others doors.

"Friday, please inform Rogers & Maximoff that they have a mission, and to read up on it. Thanks"

"Will do Miss Romanoff ."

I knocked on Y/N's door and I heard a crash, causing me to shove the door open fearing the worst. I walk in to see Y/N on the floor. We locked eyes and then she just bursts out into fits of laughter.

"Hey Natty, you might've scared me out of my dream state. No worries though, I'm all good." She chuckles out.

"Well, my apologies Y/N/N, however nap times over. Time for lunch, and we also have some very important business to discuss." I sincerely reply with my hand out to help her up.

"Thank you." Y/N cheerily replies, giving me a stupid grin and then moving for the food.

"Ah, aht! Sit!" I say pushing her away and causing her to fall back onto the bed.

"Natty, I'm starved. I only got to eat half of my breakfast this morning before you rushed me to training." She whines

"Patience detka, I'm preparing the lunch I slaved over. My thumbs so sore from selecting it on my phone." I taunt

She threw a pillow at me in response.

"No egg rolls for you!" I assert

"You wouldn't dare take my egg roll privileges away from me." She growls.

"Fine, I won't." I chuckle evilly while shoving one into her mouth.

"Thank you very much, I was about to have to beat your ass." She mumbles while chewing the egg roll.

"Wow. I'll be sure to bring egg rolls to training for the inspiration that you need."

"That's all I ask." She giggles.

"So, Fury called and asked if you're ready for missions. I said from my end you were, but I want to ask you if you feel you are."

She's silent for a few minutes, I guess that's fair as I did just kinda rush into it.

"Y/N/N?"

She looks up at me with a confusing stare.

"Are you ready?

She takes a drink through her straw, giving me an unreadable look.

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Because if you're not..." I almost begin to start rambling.

"Natty baby, I'm all good." She replies, looking up at me with a wide grin.

"Okay, well it's you, Rogers, Maximoff and myself. We'll go over it all tomorrow. For tonight though, we'll relax and watch our (y/f) show."

"Sounds good! Your room or mine?" She questions with an eyebrow wiggle.

"Mine." I reply with a cheeky grin.

"When?"

"We could start now?" I question, hoping we don't have to separate.

"How about at 7? That way I can shower and put my PJ's on and you can get our dinner plates. You can invite Wands too. I'll see you later!" She all but shouts, then she kisses my cheek and runs to the bathroom.

Not happening... I love Wands, and girls nights are fun, but I just want some time alone with Y/N to decompress...

"Hey Wands, can I have two dinner plates? Also, if Y/N asks tell her you were busy, okay? Thanks!" I rush out, and give her my best smile.

"I'm not though." She teases, causing me to turn back around.

"Wanda!" I warn with with a playful glare.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, would start to fall for someone. Especially never the ray of sunshine." Wanda whispers, so no one else can hear, while staring directly into my soul.

"That's not it at all. I'm just trying to be a good teammate and be in her corner." I mumble

"Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I grab a plate and follow you to movie night." Wanda teases and my glare hardens.

"Movie night? I'm in!" Tony shouts

"Too bad you weren't invited." I growl.

"Oh, you still babying the Hydra Plant?" Tony grumbles

"Well, if by babying you mean treating her like a human, then yes. She's far greater company that the lot of you combined."

"Hey..." Wanda whines.

"Oh hush little witch, you're still in my top three." I reply with a smirk.

"Whatever, just watch, she'll show her true colors soon and you'll see what I was saying." Tony replies venomously.

"You know, Tony, the only true colors I've seen so far are yours. You're truly... Actually, I'm no longer entertaining this conversation. I hope you come to your senses one day, and that actually goes for all of you." I seethe

*You're in love.*

*Shut up before you drop on the list*

*Y/N and Natasha sitting in a compound.

F-A-L-L-I-N-G*

*Bite me witch*

*I will be finishing this song later...*

I walk into my room to see it adorned with fluffy blankets, and massive amounts of candy, I'm pretty sure she has a secret candy stash. Her hairs slightly damp, and down. She is wearing these adorable Black Widow themed PJs and that just made my heart flutter.

"Natty, you made it!" She beams

"Of course I did, this is my room after all. I also brought dinner, but no Wands, she is busy."

"Oh, that's totally fine, next time it is. Just us is perfectly fine." She replies with an infectious smile.

I hand her the plate of spaghetti that Wanda made and we eat in a comfortable silence. I take the empty plate from her and move it to the side.

"Detka, sit in between my legs, and press play on our show. I'm going to braid your hair!"

"Okay." She replies

"I love your pajamas." I tease.

"Thank you, I asked Fury for them. I'm also getting one to represent Wands wiggly woos. Just trying to honor your guys."

The idea that she got Wanda related PJs made me a bit jealous. It's innocent and downright cute on her end, but still...

"Ow.." Y/N whimpers.

"Sorry..." I whisper, I guess I pulled too hard.

"No worries." She replies, and goes back to smiling and watching our show.

As I finish the braid I decide to lay back on the pile of pillows behind me. I throw my arms over Y/N's shoulders and pull her back gently so that she's laying with her head on my stomach. She hums in contentment, and looks up to me with a sweet smile before looking back to the TV.

Y/N's POV

I looked up to see that Natty's fallen asleep, and due to her position she is snoring. Her snoring is actually quite adorable, but I'll probably never tell her that. I'm honestly so grateful for her, she's trying her hardest to make sure I'm not nervous for the upcoming mission. She's honestly my best friend, she's great at being in my corner.

I'm also pretty certain I'm falling for her, but I've never experienced something like this before. It's terrifying, yet exhilarating, but mostly it seems unfair. She was assigned to watch me, then in some twist of fate she chose to be my friend. She most definitely didn't sign up for me to develop feelings for her. I'll just take what I can get, like the friendship cuddles she initiated.

I attempted to pry her arms off me gently, so that I could pull her down flat, and then leave to my bed.

"No!" Nat mumbles sleepily.

"Natty baby, I'm trying to let you sleep comfortably." I gently whisper to her, still trying to remove her arms.

"No, you're warm." She whines.

"I bet your blanket is as well." I giggle.

"Not the same."

"Nat, it's getting late, I'm going to go to bed."

"No way." She grumbles before adjusting herself.

She is lying down flat now, but she's also yanked me up and into her.

"Fine, I'll stay the night. First time for everything."

"Goodnight detka." Nat whispers, tightening her grip on my waist, and placing a tired kiss to my forehead.

This whole experience has done nothing but further my confusing feelings, but she's also exhausted so she's probably just delirious.

"Goodnight Natty." I whisper back wrapping myself up in her.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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counter point, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You enrage your perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, by being overtly sexual and inappropriately licking your kitchen counter. Why? Because you can and he's going to get horny regardless. He's going to chase after you with a spoon, so you better run!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; shower smut (fem reader, handjob, thigh riding, nipple play, marking / scratching, fingering, multiple orgasms, one pussy slap); too much wasted water, RIP; non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; please help Jungkook, he's just trying to eat shaved ice, not pop a boner (he does anyway)

yes, the title is a pun it's the best laid plans couple and they're crackheads no need to read the first one, but it's there if you want more

“Don’t.”

You grinned at your boyfriend (Cheshire-cat-style, but make it sexy).

“Listen to me, do not do it.”

You extended you tongue (lizard-style, still sexy).

Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend currently making shaved ice, narrowed his dark brown eyes at you and barked your name sharply (angry-mother-scolding-their-child-style, but make it the hottest man on the fucking planet who you were down to get railed by every second of every day). His ash-blond hair flared out around his strong features, adding to his (horny) fury.

He could pretend to be mad, but you knew better.

You licked the kitchen counter.

“Fucking damnnit!”

You cackled as you licked the fallen syrup and ice combination that was on the kitchen counter, slurping up the fallen solider (a valiant fight, but Jungkook had missed the bowl by accident and he deserved an honorable death).

“I told you I was getting a towel!” Jungkook hissed furiously, shaking the white towel with the cute pink bunny character on it. “Don’t be a nasty heathen!”

“What’s nasty about our kitchen counters?” you countered (ey, yeah, see what happened there). “We clean them all the time.”

You leaned down again and licked the counter, pressing your tongue flat against the granite and making Jungkook growl, to which your responded with wiggling your eyebrows. He shook the towel at you again, but didn’t advance.

“Back, you fiend.”

You straightened and grinned, sauntering over to him and the towel he was using like a rosary and you were the demon he was trying to exorcise (he wasn’t pure enough to be a priest, but then again, that might be your fault).

“But I need the towel to clean up the mess,” you chirped, grinning cheerfully as you closed your hand around the cloth, holding it for a little too long, letting your eyes linger on his tense face, taking in his chiseled jaw, shapely lips, and flashing dark brown eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You smiled.

Ran your tongue over your upper lip.

“Like what?”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to murder you and fuck you.

(Not at the same time; that would be some serial killer shit.)

“Stop fucking teasing me when you’re not gonna do anything,” he grumbled, pouting slightly as you snatched the towel from him and wiped the counter that you had already licked clean.

“Who, me?” you replied innocently, grabbing the sponge to clean off the granite before wiping the spot once more. “I would never, ever tease you, Jungkook.”

He narrowed his eyes at you until they were lines and jammed his spoon into his shaved ice. “You never wanna fuck right after I work out.”

“Speaking of working out.” You pointed to his large bowl of shaved ice covered in syrup. “Should you have sweets right after working out?”

He clicked his tongue. “I drank my protein shake and I’m hot. Leave me alone.” He shoved a large spoonful into his mouth, still glaring.

(Oh, you’re hot, all right.)

“What a coincidence.”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted in suspicion as you spun around him. “Do I wanna know what’s a coincidence…?”

“I’m also hot.”

And you grabbed the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt (it was his) and pulled it up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear. You threw it at Jungkook’s crotch before prancing out of the kitchen.

“Alright, first of all–”

“Lachimolala,” you sang nonsensically, heading off to the bedroom. “I thought you wanted to be alone?”

Jungkook stomped after you, clutching his bowl and still shoving shaved ice in his mouth as he very loudly put in his two cents and pointedly ignored your comments (a skill he developed while dating you, mysterious why that would be).

“I know you’re hot, you’re insanely hot and that’s not fair, and, second, you can’t just take off your clothes and expect me not to follow you, and, three, let me fuck you, damnnit!”

You stuck your head out of the bedroom door and your tongue out of your mouth. “No. You stinky.”

Jungkook looked livid, still holding his spoon and bowl. “Don’t make me put this spoon down, woman.”

“Oh nooooooo, Jungkookie has a spoon, oh nooo!”

“Gimmie those titties! Get your ass over here right now!”

You ran to the bathroom and turned the water on, throwing off your underwear in record time, only for Jungkook to show up and get smacked in the face with your bra and panties (awesome, your aim was improving, all those hours playing FPS games was a sound investment).

Jungkook snarled and shook his head, blond hair flying everywhere, holding his bowl of shaved ice protectively as your underwear scattered around him. He looked ready to scold you, only to freeze and see you standing at the open glass shower door, fully naked.

Grinning.

(Checkmate, he totally wanted to bone you. His shorts were doing nothing to hide his massive tent.)

“See ya.”

And you slunk into the shower and hot water, snapping the door closed behind you, Jungkook fuming and crossing the space in two steps (damn, can you say legs, holy shit) and yanked open the shower door.

“You fucking brat–”

You smirked, water running down your body, tipping your head back to soak your hair, reaching up to slick it back with your tits up. His dark brown eyes ballooned to the size of Dragon Balls (those are pretty big balls, no cap). His shaved ice was rapidly melting from the steam.

A full ten seconds past.

(Kinda cold, bro, please close the door.)

You maintained your smirk, rolling your shoulders to cascade water down your body, down your breasts, dripping off your nipples, curling around the curve of your waist, streaming in rivets across the expanse of your thighs and ass, doing a little half-spin. Jungkook choked a little, eyes completely fixated to your body. You (completely unnecessarily, of course) placed a hand in between your breasts, splaying out your fingers, gliding it down your stomach, making a detour for your hip, sinking your nails into it (his bowl was tipping very dangerously now and the ice was half-gone), curving back to the inside of your thigh and squeezing your thighs around your hand.

(Okay, for real, you can close the door now, Jungkook.)

“Your shaved ice is melting.”

Jungkook started, picking up his jaw off the floor, and whipped his head to his bowl of now sweet ice water. He closed the shower door (finally!) and you breathed out a sigh of relief, finally wiggling under the showerhead to wash away the goosebumps and your frozen tits (you suffered for a good cause, but still), hearing your boyfriend straight-up slurp the rest of his shaved ice (it was practically a drink by now anyway). You pumped some shampoo in your hand and casually started working it into your hair before half-screaming as the door opened again and a very naked, very horny Jungkook invaded your personal space and pinned you against the shower wall.

(You weren’t expecting his speedrun of stripping, that must have been a fucking record!)

You blinked rapidly, trying to swipe the water out of your eyes.

“Jung–”

You didn’t expect to get anything out but you said one syllable before his lips crashed onto yours, spraying water everywhere as he half-entered the raining showerhead (still a bit stinky, tsk tsk), pressing his body against yours, jabbing you with his rock-hard dick (rude). You yelped in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care (probably thought you deserved it, rude), taking your tongue and sucking on it, making you moan, driving his thigh in between yours and pushing it up, water suddenly gushing onto your heat and then hard muscle, you gasping at the contact, tipping your head back with a soft whimper.

Opening your eyes to a slight sting and Jungkook’s half-wet hair, dark silvery-blond curls around his smirking face, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Not so high and mighty now, hm?”

(Fuck, he’s so fucking hot.)

Your eye began to sting very badly.

(Shit.)

“There’s shampoo in my eye,” you choked out.

“Oh shi–”

There was a brief intermission of water torture as Jungkook shoved your head under the showerhead and you did the awkward dance of one eye half-open, half-closed, rinsing out the soap residue while holding your breath and trying not to drown (beauty, grace, and blindness, the trifecta, right?). You yanked your head out with a gleeful sucking in of air, pushing your hair away from your forehead.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked worriedly.

“Why is no-tears shampoo only for babies?” you complained, wiping your eyes. “Don’t they know horny adults get accosted in the middle of showering sometimes and need that shit? They need to put a warning or I’ll sue.”

He laughed, rich, full, and wonderfully sexy. “I don’t think you’d – ah!”

The second Jungkook let his guard down, you grabbed his dick (sucker), and started pumping him with a flick of your wrist, grinning wildly. He gasped and tried to back up, but you pinned his thigh in between yours and rubbed your slick pussy on his muscle, causing him to sway slightly and plant his hands on the wall beside your head, gasping your name.

“O-oh, fuck…”

You used your other hand to grab his chin and pull him closer, kissing him hungrily, a slightly awkward angle but it didn’t matter because you had him in the palm of your hand now (literally), jacking him off with one and the other stroking his jaw, shuddering at his tongue flitting in your mouth, snaking your own out to meet his, fuck, such soft lips, and he still tasted a little sweet from his icy snack lingering on his tongue. Your hand slid back and cupped his head, fingers in his wet ash-blond hair, rolling your hips on his leg and pumping his swelling length in the other, getting him extra hard again, both of you moaning at the lovely pop of the head being squeezed by your thumb and index, before going right back to furiously kissing as you increased the speed and pressure.

Jungkook always complained about how you never worked out with him, but you always rebutted that said workouts never started because you two were too busy eating face.

(Also, why work out when you can fuck? More fun, more pleasure, less hating yourself as you complete the thirtieth sit-up. Clearly, your boyfriend failed to see the logic.)

“Jungkook, ah…”

One of his strong hands around your waist, arching your back, kissing down your neck, matching your pace with his hips, moaning into your skin, raising his leg even higher as he leaned down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Now the angle was really awkward, but you refused to give up, readjusting slightly, faster, harder, his mouth all over you, sucking hard, whimpering your name, your arm burning (and he wondered why you had biceps, sheesh), and you clamped his thigh in between yours, the real pleasure being how Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back, your name tumbling from his lips, so sexy with his dripping blond locks stuck to his cheeks, tendons standing out on his neck with the strain, thrusting into your hand to increase the pleasure and your arm was going to give out any second now but you just couldn’t, not yet.

“So fucking sexy,” you panted, your free hand tracing his jaw, shoving your thumb into his open lips, sinking your nails into his cheek because he was yours, all yours, and he didn’t care if you marked him up, his eyes rolling back, loving your roughness, wanting it. “Cum for me, come on, Jungkook,” you growled, even faster, even harder, thumb pressed into his lolling tongue and he whined, deep and feral, a mixed gargle of your name and pure ecstasy, cock jerking in your hand, spilling out over your thigh and the shower wall, hot sticky strings before being washed away, you dragging his face to yours, removing your thumb to kiss him again, sighing in relief now that you could slow, squeezing his twitching cock, feeling it drip down your fingers and smearing it all over his now-sensitive skin.

“So good, fuck, you’re so good…”

His hands all over your back, running his nails up and down, ravenous, messy kisses. Your hand stilled, arm burning, but somehow it didn’t matter, adrenaline and lust too much, and you wanted to hold him too, snaking your arms around his waist and digging your nails into his broad back, both of you moaning in unison as your ran lines of pleasure across each other’s backs, hips to hips, wet bodies rolling into each other, your drenched pussy on his hard thigh and his spent cock against your soft thigh.

“My arm almost died,” you gasped, his nails raking down to your hips, sinking into your ass.

“Heh, sorry,” Jungkook snickered (you suspected he wasn’t very sorry). “That’s what you get for teasing me.” (And you were right, hmph.) “This is why you should work out.” (This guy…)

You raised an eyebrow. “So I can make you cum in literal seconds? Your funeral.”

He paused, shifting his eyes. He seemed to be mentally struggling with the idea. “You look so fucking hot in workout clothes though,” he pouted, leaning down to press his chin against your breasts.

Uh oh, Jungkook was giving you puppy eyes now.

“I can wear workout clothes without actually working out,” you frowned. “And you never let me work out anyway because you’re too busy ogling me, and then you jump me mid-squat.”

He groaned, kneading your ass in his hands. “Your ass just looks so fucking good in leggings though… and the way your tits bounce, fuck…”

(Hello, Jungkook? You could, maybe, just look at the naked wet body in front of you right now instead of fantasizing about working out. What is your malfunction?)

You yelped as he buried his face into your tits, tongue snaking out and drawing thick, saliva-covered stripes over your breasts that were quickly washed away, whimpers in your throat once you saw the hungry look in his eyes, his pink tongue now circling your nipple, lowering his leg from between yours, your hands flying up to hold his head onto your chest.

“Ah, Jungkook, please…”

His lips closed in and his fingers grazed your slick slit, pressing circles of pleasure into you, leaning your head against the shower wall, back arched to give more to that perfect mouth, moaning his name, his fingertips finding your clit and rubbing it slowly, working you up, sucking your nipple and flicking it with his tongue, waves of pleasure and hot water enveloping you, pushing his wet hair back to look into those dark chocolate orbs, clouded by lust and his desire to make you feel good, already knowing that when you rocked your hips you wanted more, already knowing that when your noises became shallower, more needy, that you needed it harder, closing your eyes, faster, hot and warm from Jungkook and water.

“Yes, fuck, yes, so close, so good, Jungkook, ah, Jungkook!”

You felt the flinch of overwhelming ecstasy, immediately trying to close your legs but he blocked you, planting his thigh between yours to prevent them, your moan turning into a feverish whimper, clutching his shoulders.

“J-Jungkook, w-wait, oh, f-fuck…”

He wasn’t waiting, still stimulating your now throbbing clit, lifting his head to press his lips to yours, whispering hotly, you’re so sexy, so beautiful, I love you to so much, fuck, your brain barely computing language, w-what, oh fuck, yes, don’t stop, Jungkook, I love you, fuck, so good, his soft smile on your open lips as your moaned once more, ramming your hips into his hand, eyes rolling back, pleasure shooting up from your core, and Jungkook’s fingers plunged into your wetness, moaning with you, stuffing you with three because you were so, so wet.

“Fuck my hand, come on, wanna feel you…”

You heard hand (seriously? alright, your funeral, Jungkook), and enclosed your fingers around his now hard-again cock.

“Wait, w-what – ah, fuuuuuuuck…”

Your misinterpretation seemed to be a welcome development, your hips moving on their own, pussy clenching around his fingers, your hand a vice around his hard, swollen length, his hips thrusting into your closed fist, and now both of you just chasing pleasure, wet, loud, and hot, the water adding to the noise, skin on skin, your pussy making embarrassing sucking, squishing sounds paired with the rapid slap of your vicious pumping of his cock, feeling so good it was hard to speak, but it didn’t matter because your lips found his lips, and you could tell by his trembling inhale and soft whimpers that he loved you, and he could tell from your breathless gasps and desperate whines that you loved him, and all that made it more intense, better, sexier, perfect.

Your name in that silvery, needy tone, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

His name, followed by, “Shit, me too, fuck!”

(Maybe not your best work, oh well.)

You slapped your hips into his hand, burying his fingers all the way to his knuckles, and groaned, scorching ecstasy overtaking your veins, sparking up your spine and into your head, squeezing your thighs together powerfully, clamping his wrist in your softness. His cock jerked, his gasp in your face as he spilled again, all over your hip and thigh, jamming the throbbing head into your skin and moaning as his orgasm continued spurting out, pulsing, his moan turning into helpless cries as you rubbed the tip on your skin, smearing his cum onto you, his scent so strong you could still smell it despite the water washing it away, loving the way his hard, muscular body felt against you, shivering and vibrating with pleasure, unable to help himself, practically humping your leg to prolong the sensitivity.

Heavy, shuddering breaths.

Water tumbling down, somehow far too hot even though it was getting lukewarm.

(Rest in peace the water bill.)

“Uh… my hand…”

You tensed around it. “I like it here.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frowning. “I’m getting a hand cramp.”

You bit your lip and clenched your core muscles, making him gasp.

“Fuck, I love how tight your pussy can get. Feels like you’re going to break my fingers.”

You relaxed, laughing. “That’d be a fun trip to the emergency room.”

He snickered and leaned in, kissing you softly. “I love you.”

You relaxed your thighs and he pulled his fingers out. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

You squeezed the head of his dick mid-kiss and he slapped your pussy in response, making you gasp.

“Brat.”

(Hello, you two, you’re wasting water… aw, shit, here we go again.)

2021.09.01 - birthday drabble

in which jjk attempts to direct porn and you proceed to clown him until he shuts you up by fucking your brains out well dressed

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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