#i can’t take loneliness at all but being around people makes me feel out of place

[zwhoreo]

mommy kink luffy? 👀

ok so I don’t think luffy would ever actually use the word mommy but I think the rest of the kink can apply hehehe

nurture me - luffy x f!reader

smut

summary: missing the comfort of a nurturing female figure as a child, luffy sometimes turns to you to get that feeling back. and sometimes, he wants sex

contains: mommy kink (the word mommy is never mentioned), very innocent luffy, he’s pretty sub in this one, soft dom reader

words: 2k

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Luffy is upset today, he’s not sure why, he’s feeling this rush of some sort of unplaceable loneliness even though he isn’t alone at all, surrounded by people to love and spend time with and hug. He had fallen and broken a stack of glasses in the kitchen yesterday, and he was chastised for his clumsiness, smacked by Nami, shoved out by Sanji. He had cut his arm on the glass, nothing deep, nothing a couple bandaids from Chopper’s office couldn’t fix, but it still made him a little sad and distressed for some reason. He needed comfort but pushed it away and forgot about it.

So now he’s sitting on the bow of the ship and picking at the bandaids. He wants to go bother you, he needs some comfort, a hug from you seems to be an immediate fix for times like these. And maybe something more, he thinks, like playtime, sort of.

You’re reading a book Robin gave you, curled up on your cabin’s chair, the porthole open next to you for that crisp sea breeze. You’re delighted at those little sandal steps, your door opening, large, glittery eyes looking at you excitedly.

Luffy hops on your bed, rolling on his back and kicking his legs and reaching for you, a teasing grabbing motion with his fists. Absolutely adorable.

You lean over to take his hand, he squirms and giggles at the contact and he’s smiling so brightly.

“[naaame]…” he whines, trying to pull you to him but you pull instead, still holding his stretched arm as you sit back in the chair. He pouts and stretches his other arm out to you.

“No pulling, Luffy,” you say, gently removing one arm from your waist knowing his intention to yank you into bed.

“Please… can we please cuddle… I wanna really bad…” Luffy’s squirming again, begging, you just can’t resist him.

You set down your book, walking over to your bed and sitting by him which makes him squeal in delight and open his arms for a hug. You lay back and pull him up onto you, letting him bury his head in your chest and find a comfortable position as you pet his hair.

He likes to be nurtured. It’s a childish part of him that comes out sometimes, especially when he thinks about his old village and Ace and Sabo and Shanks, when he misses getting to play and explore all day and just be a kid. But he didn’t really have anyone back then to take care of him like this. Makino was the closest, he got a taste of the affection a mother could bring, but mostly he was just raised by himself and his brothers, and bandits, and he wasn’t really ever cuddled or held when he was young. So now you’re his person, he gets to be extra close to you and he’ll never be too much.

And usually he’s more dominant, even in his innocence and softness, he’s your captain and you’re his to take care of and keep safe, he picks you up and carries you and holds you against his chest, you’re his, he likes being in control.

But that doesn’t have to be always.

Those times like now where he paws at you and lays on you all slack like a baby, you just curl up with your arms around him and murmur comforting things in his ear. There’s those deer eyes again, searching, he’s leaning in to kiss you and you catch him halfway with his cheeks squished in your hands. Arms circle your waist needily and this poor boy has squirmed his way between your legs because he wants friction, maybe.

“Lu, hun, what do you want?” you coax gently, tracing his shoulders, you know he wants you so bad but he has to try to say what he wants if he wants something, that’s what you’re teaching him.

“Um… I dunno, I guess uh…” Luffy’s mind is cloudy, he wants your body but he doesn’t know what to ask for so when your thigh comes to naturally rest between his legs he just settles for this, at least.

You laugh lightly as he begins to grind on your leg, hips rutting, rhythmic but messy, he starts making these little whimpering noises in your ear as he rubs himself on you like a puppy in heat. You let him, hugging gently and just laying there listening.

“I… mm! I wanna suck your breasts?” He seems excited to have found words, talking casually as he continues to get himself off on your thigh, aching and growing beneath his pants. You can’t refuse him.

“Sure, hun.” This is perfect because you’re a little tired. Let your boy enjoy himself and relax with him and it’ll all be ok. And you pull off your shirt, you let him see you, and he grins before squeezing you tightly and latching on, suckling gently on your nipple while looking up at you with stars in his soft brown eyes.

“S’ good…” he growls, mouth full, nuzzling and gripping against you.

You lift him into your arms after a few minutes, when he gets teeth-y with your skin, he whines at the loss of contact with his mouth but lets you pick him up and place him in your lap, squeezing his face in your hands, giving him a caring hug.

“Luffy, baby, you want more, huh? C’mon…” You place your hand on the small of his back, rubbing his skin.

“Mmf… I wanna put my dick in you,” he says, voice in the most amount of innocence he could possibly sound with those words. You weren’t expecting this, usually he’s more innocent when you two play, when he asks for something, but you won’t complain.

You smile. You pet him lovingly, gentle praise. You kiss his cheek and then his mouth and he’s still in a teething mood so you need to pull away when he bites your lip, but you press his face into your neck because you always like biting there.

“Want some help?” you coo to him, tugging at his clothes, and he nods happily against you and makes a tiny sound.

His shirt is open, easy to slide off. Glistening warm skin meets the cool sunlight of the porthole, wave reflections, he’s so beautiful when you can see his bare shoulders. You take a moment to lean in and kiss them. And then his jeans, you have to sort of pick him up again to unbutton and remove them and his cock slaps your wrist, no underwear, you ignore your aching need to touch it and continue to take care of him, settling his twitching hips and tossing his clothes to the side.

Soft and bare, dripping with sweetness and innocence, he’s draped on you, sitting in your lap, naked and waiting to be touched in a gentle way.

Your shirt’s off. Now your jeans, your panties, Luffy starts moaning and thrusting into nothing at your scent and the feeling of your skin but you have to calm him.

“No, baby, let’s be patient ok?” You poke his cheek and he whines but just curls into you a little more, trying to wait like you’ve taught him.

You switch the positions of your legs, you’re on his lap, propped up on the bed, sort of straddling him, he’s sitting in front of you with his cock rubbing through your wetness, eyes hooded in pleasure, he’s waiting for your command because he’s yours to comfort and hold and protect right now.

“[naaame]…” he whines in such a little voice, staring up through his hair, begging.

“Move like this…” you murmur, lining up his hips so he can rub against you for a while, and get you wet. He does so in a careful way, biting his lip as he tries not to plunge within you just yet. You’re still so tired, you want lazy, careful sex. But Luffy’s the one who needs to be looked after and cared for right now. Nurture me, is what his eyes say, mind in a space so far away.

So once you’re warmed up and once Luffy’s being tortured by need and the rising and falling of his chest is pressed to you with brutal pressure, you smile and reach down to line him up yourself. He squeaks as he feels the touch of your hand down there, and the cocoon of velvet enveloping him, you can move just be gentle like I taught you, your smile says.

So he does. Instinctual thrusting fueled by pure love and appreciation, his hands reaching to grip your ass and lift you up more against him, he’s getting a little more dominant but just in an excited, playful sort of way. You hold him, you put your arms around his shoulders and breathe in his scent.

“So good, Lu, you’re doing so well…” you whisper in his ear as he works you into pulp, grabby hands, needy whines.

He likes to feel grown up but still be cared for. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing but he likes to be shown how. He likes to be cradled but to feel you so deep, his infinitely loving girlfriend who knows his needs, who would give him the world.

It comes eventually, that confusing knot in his stomach, now is the time he wants to be held the most. You squeeze him so tight and let him squirm in your arms as you carry him in coaxing gentleness through his powerful climax. He drips within you, you’ve claimed him with the comforting warmth of your body.

You make sure to pull him out and wipe him off and even in his hazy, submissive state he still makes sure to rub your hips and thighs and make sure you’re ok and nothing hurt you. “Was that good? Did I do good?” he murmurs as he squirms onto his back in your arms like a cat looking for affection.

“So good.”

Luffy’s restless now, he needs to occupy his mouth which he often does before sleep for self-soothing, and he’s going to nurse right now, curled up in your arms. So he reaches for your breasts again but that’s when you see his arm.

“Hey Lu, what’s that? Did you hurt yourself?” You lift his forearm for examination and he blushes in slight shame. Because you then say, “when did this happen? You shoulda told me!”

“Um, yesterday. I dunno… I fell and broke some glasses and I thought you’d get mad, it’s just a scratch, I’m fine.” He avoids your eyes.

“I’d never be mad at you for something like that, it’s ok, accidents happen.” You run your hand through his hair. “These bandaids aren’t fresh, we gotta get you new ones, hun…”

“N- no! Don’t leave… I don’t wanna let go!” Because he’s attached to you in a tight embrace and can’t picture a world without your arms right now.

“It’ll just be a minute-”

“Carry meee! Please, please, please-” He’s scrambling up your body as you begin to sit up so you let him. You stand up shakily because Luffy is glued to your back, arms around your shoulders and face buried in your neck.

You get bandaids from your cabinet, you have to pry Luffy off of you and let him curl up in your lap again so you can gently change clean and re-bandage his scraped arm. This protective kindness lulls Luffy, it makes him sleepy and happy and like he needs to take a long nap with you which, from the beginning, is what you were excited for. Pulling a curtain over the porthole you’re back to laying on your bed, letting Luffy drift off with his mouth on your breast, calming and grounding for both of you. His hands find yours in his dreamy state, holding on, wanting you to know how much he loves you, in a quiet and innocent way.

#luffy x reader #one piece #luffy #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #one piece smut #luffy x reader smut #luffy smut #one piece x reader smut #sub!luffy #luffy x f!reader

[silverstonesainz]

hi!! could i request "i'm in love with you, you dumbass." & "i've been following you around like a lost puppy since the day we met, yet you couldn't see?" with Max? thank you!

not enough 𐙚 all the words, all the love– it's still not enough (1.4k words)

d rambles. . . im sorry this took forever and that it kinda sucks. i did what i could. thank u for requesting

The room feels stuffy. Twenty minutes ago you were shivering but now you’re hot. The whole room pays no mind to your discomfort, you’re sure no one even has a clue how uncomfortable you feel in your own skin. You try to find the will to stay, to tough out the next hour or so for him. But the longer you stand in a crowd of people who you could care less about being here. It was no fun watching Max flirt with another girl at the bar anyways, and the more you stand and stare the more your will withers away. 

It’s stretched thin, a rubber band being pulled well beyond its means. You’re holding one and Max has the other. He pulls and pulls and—

Max leans in. He leans down so close you can only imagine the lucky girl can smell his after shave and feel his warm breath tickle her skin. And he makes her laugh. 

Snap.

You inhale sharply, balling the fabric of your dress to calm your nerves. You don’t bother to excuse yourself from the conversation you were stood in, just squeeze past bodies and through the room in search for just a bit for fresh air because you can’t fucking breathe. 

The double glass doors take you out onto the bustling street and straight into the cold wind. You welcome the kiss of cold air against your skin, the shiver it sends down on your spine. You welcome the brief distraction because at least for the next few seconds you don’t have to feel your chest caving in. At least for now, even with people rushing by you with people to see and places to go, you are happy in your solitude. Misery and loneliness cannot find you in these five seconds, you are untouchable. 

But it was merely just a moment, nothing less and nothing more. It’s fleeting, quick to slip from you. You’re pulled back down to earth when you hear your name called behind you, confused, waiting for an answer to an unasked question. You squeeze your eyes, ball your fist at your sides and find it in you to pretend like you’re alight. Breathe in, breathe out.

There you are, Max sounds relieved when he says it. “Why’d you leave?”

“Felt stuffy,” You admit curtly, still refusing to look at him. “Couldn’t breathe.” 

Your tone does not fly by Max, and you miss the way he frowns at the back of your head because of it. But he’s Max, ever hopeful and ever oblivious. “Well come back, they’re about to make an announcement.” 

Tension falls from your palm as you flex your fingers back. You inhale sharply, letting cool air fill your lungs and creep under your skin. “I think I might just go.” 

Max’s footsteps pit-pat around you, feel his hand hold onto your elbow gently as he takes a look at you. He tries to find a sliver of emotion, a tell of why you suddenly want to leave. But all he finds is exhaustion, a dead-pan look that leaves him without a clue. 

“You’re mad.” He shifts on his feet, says it like he knows because he just does. Of course he does. He steps out so he’s directly in front of you, head tilted so he can get a better look at your face. “You’re mad at me?” 

You turn away. “I’m not mad at you.” 

You’re mad at him. You’re mad he can’t see you, mad that he doesn’t want you. You are mad, but you don’t have a right to be. You’re upset and aching in your chest all over a boy who has no fucking clue. You’re mad. You’re mostly mad at yourself, for letting your feelings grow as much as they did, to allow your heart to dictate the way you move around him. 

“But you’re mad. Why?”

You groan, head falling into your hands, “I don’t wanna talk about it, I just wanna go home.” 

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” Max tucks his index finger under your chin, forces your gaze up to his face. You resent the way he worries, resent the way his bright blue eyes are just filled with it, it almost makes you feel guilty for the way your chest aches. His finger feels hot against your skin, shoots sparks through every nerve ending and suddenly the cold air does nothing to keep you calm. 

You turn your head, yanking your chin away from him and take a few steps backwards as you search for the feeling of cold air, for the freedom of just being able to fucking breathe. You’re ashamed of the way your chest heaves, that you show just how weak he can make you with just one touch. Max asks what’s wrong, calls out your name with the same worry you saw in his eyes two seconds ago. It shouldn’t make your blood boil but it does. It fucking does. 

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” You beg, “Please stop. Please stop saying my name and asking what’s wrong because—“ The cold air finally catches you and grabs the words in your throat. You swallow, hard, pushing down every single thought and mistake that threatens to come out. “I just need space.” 

Max’s shoulder’s slump behind you, expression wounded and confused. “What’s your problem?”

It’s an honest question. It’s Max being Max— blunt and straight to the point. He doesn’t spare your feelings, doesn’t tiptoe around your obviously fired state because why should he? He’s always been this way, and it was a trait that you’ve always found endearing. But in this moment, with smoke pouring out of your ears and your heart beating so hard it rattles your ribs, it was like turning up the stove on water that is already boiling. It’s just enough to break you, just enough for everything you’ve spent months trying to keep at bay to bubble over. 

“You!” Your fingers rake through your hair roughly, undoing the effort you put in to make it look nice. You were shaking, every bit of you searching for bit of release and all you had was the words on the tip of your tongue.

“Me?!” Max answers back, confused. “What did I do?!”

“You’re just…” The words begin to tumble out of you in an incoherent stutter. “I've been following you around like a lost puppy since the day we met, yet you couldn't see? You still don’t see…” 

You almost want to laugh at the way Max looks at you and how invisible you truly are. This was the moment it was supposed to click and yet he still doesn’t have a clue— like it’s almost unfathomable to him that you could ever want more than what you both share. 

“I’m in love with you,” Your voice shakes, “you dumbass.” 

Max’s brows furrow, eyes expectant. He’s waiting for the punchline, the part of the joke where you shove him back and say that you were only kidding. But you stand there, cold wind kissing your skin pink and the world just bustling by. Despite the people walking too and fro, despite the murmurs of conversation that are completely lost to you, the silence between the two of you was deafening.

You don’t know how long it is until the boy in front of you makes a move. You watch as he rubs his jaw, eyes cast past you as he searches for the right thing to say. The wind is knocked out of you as you watch Max try and fail to say something, anything. Instead you’re left to listen to the stammers and syllables of failed words. 

I’m sorry, is all he manages. 

He’s sorry that you’re upset. Sorry that you bore your heart out for him and all he had to show for was a stutter and stammer. He apologizes because he sees you, he sees all of you, and somehow you were not enough. Max says he loves you — because of course he loves you, you’re his best friend. He says that he appreciates you, that he can’t stand to lose you and he hopes that you would still want to stay even if he can’t love you that way. Max says all the right things, all the things that were meant to quell your aching heart. Instead it does the opposite. The words pluck at the pieces of your heart, shard by shard until you’re left with a hole in your chest in the shape of him. Max does everything right and yet, like you, it’s not enough. 

#🏷️ the sad mix #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen angst

[bby-deerling]

crackerbox palace (zoro x reader)

dedicated to the anon who wanted to see artist!reader joining the crew! i got a bit carried away, so this one's a bit longer! as always, this can be read standalone, but is part of my larger zoro x artist!reader continuity.

ft. fem!reader, artist!reader, fluff, strawhat antics, sanji being sanji, a bit of canon divergence to allow for reader to join the crew

wc: 1.8k masterlist

Shortly after the events at the Baratie, the Merry docks for a brief supply restock at a small island nearby.  With Zoro grievously injured, Nami sends Luffy and Usopp out to find a proper doctor; when they return with a painter in tow, she sighs, not sure why she expected them to heed her directions in the first place.

The allure of a quick portrait painting by a street vendor was too tempting for Luffy and Usopp to resist, and you jumped at the opportunity for some customers, and some good company.  Rambling about your dream to be a painter renowned enough to leave a permanent mark on history gets your muses excited, and they shared their own dreams in turn.

“Can’t believe I’m lucky enough to paint the future King of the Pirates!  I wish I could capture the rest of your journey!” you gushed, grin plastered across your face as you spun around your canvas to show Luffy your first finished piece.  Stars in his eyes, he praised your work with excitement, and nearly ruined the painting as he eagerly inspected it; however, as you motioned Usopp to sit take his place and sit for his portrait, you picked up on a faint sense of gears turning in the rubber boy’s head as he watches you.

As you worked, putting more effort than usual into steadying your wrists on account of how hard the two of them were making you laugh, movement blurring in your peripheral vision breaks your focus—a petty thief was reaching for the great “Captain” Usopp’s wallet.  His slick fingers were fast, but you were quicker to the draw, brushes clattering on the ground and paint streaking across your clothes as you reached for one of your throwing knives, launching the blade straight through his hand and pinning it to the ground.  The three of you quickly ran the pickpocket off, and after some lively conversation, you returned to your task of capturing Usopp’s likeness, refining the forms of the highlights and shadows on his face.

“How come you jumped in to help us?” the sniper asked, eyeing you curiously while trying not to move too much.

“When I paint someone, I feel like I leave a piece of my soul in the work.  I feel a connection with the people I paint—I know we don’t know each other well, but I feel a responsibility to take care of my friends.” you said, sheepish grin on your face and an echo of loneliness in your voice.  Pink flush tickled your cheeks, embarrassed at getting attached so quickly to the exuberant strangers that had captivated you all afternoon.

“Since we’re friends now, join my crew!” Luffy said decisively, his thoughtful expression from before replaced with a wide grin.

“Luffy, are you sure?” Usopp whispered hesitantly, grabbing onto his captain’s shoulder as he sized you up.

“’Course I am!” he exclaimed, throwing his rubbery arm around your shoulders, prompting you to grin and stow your materials in your travel easel.  Luffy laughed at your eagerness—he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t sure you were going to accept, after all.

“C’mon, show me to the ship, Captain!” you say excitedly once you click the final latch on your pochade box, buzzing and nearly vibrating with the promise of abandoning a stagnant downward spiral for an opportunity to chase your wildest dreams.

And it was as simple as that; here you were, boarding the Merry after a brief detour to pack some essential belongings.  Itching to travel, sail, and feel the thrill of the sea breeze through your hair, there are no reservations as you step onto the deck; one life was all you had, and Luffy’s energy had thoroughly convinced you that from this point forward, every single moment would be full of meaning, purpose, and happiness—the true kind, that feeds one’s soul with a hearty and nourishing meal.

“Hope you don’t mind being put on first aid duty for a while—we don’t have a doctor yet.” Nami says after a brief introduction, shooting a glare at an oblivious Luffy.  “Zoro’s pretty beat up.” she clarifies, handing you supplies as she motions her head towards the injured swordsman leaning against the railing.

Giving her a gracious smile as she fills your arms with bandages and salves, you nod and assure her it’s no problem at all, feeling a sense to prove yourself and get into the navigator’s good graces.

“You’ll love her, Zoro!  She fights with two knives at once!” Usopp exclaims as he and Luffy make fake stabbing motions at each other, which quickly devolves into play-fighting before Nami scolds them and gives them something productive to do, confirming your intuition was correct in assuming that she was the one who kept things running smoothly.

Zoro simply sighs, barely paying you a passing glance; one could hardly blame him as his steely gaze fixes ahead at nothing, fighting to not drift out of consciousness.  Crouching in front of him, you give him a gentle smile and introduce yourself; he gives you a curt nod in return, and you start to clean his gash.  Turning your attention from his clenched jaw, tanned skin, and short, messy mint green hair, focused doe-eyes are glued to the messy, bloody, oozing injury that looks like it had already been ripped back open a few times.

“I heard from Luffy that you got this wound from Dracule Mihawk…” you say hesitantly as you work, curious but not wanting to pry too deeply.  His stare is cautious, but a glint in his eyes urges you to continue your thought.   A spark lights behind your gaze as your lips curl upward.  “It’s exciting, isn’t it?  That he sees your potential?  That means you’re really gonna do it—you’re gonna be the World’s Strongest Swordsman!”

Upon hearing your words, a slight smile forms on his face and you truly look at him for the first time.  Sunset casts a soft orange light, warm and comforting, over his tired face; you feel your heart stutter as you smile back at him.

“Makes every bit of the pain worth it.” he replies, letting his grin grow larger until another dab of anti-septic makes him cringe again.  Remnants of a smile still on your face, you let your bottom lip pout apologetically, silently sympathizing with his discomfort.

“I know it hurts, but it looks a bit infected—we gotta make sure we keep this clean.” you mumble, voice trailing off as you become intently focused on tending to the areas of his wound that were starting to secrete a mystery yellow liquid.

Though the task at hand was less than appetizing, the tantalizing scent of something brewing in the ship’s kitchen intermingles with the scent of chemicals and sea salt in the air; as if on cue, a pair of suave footsteps nearly dances beside you, breaking your concentration and making you huff in annoyance.

“What goddess has taken such pity on a man such as me on this lovely evening?  Does this gorgeous creature have a name she could—”

“We know each other, Sanji.” you say dryly, only sparing him a momentary glance before going back to cleaning Zoro’s wounds as he laid back against the railing of the Merry.  The cook is shocked enough by your words to pause his professions of adoration and scrutinize you, scanning each of your features intently to try to place your face.  Eventually, a wave of recognition washes over his face, light sparking in his eyes at the successfully recovered memory.

“Of course we do,sunshine.” he says after a long pause, before informing you and the swordsman that dinner would be ready in a few minutes.  You nod and go back to your job of patching up Zoro, and Sanji finds himself lighting a cigarette and lurking behind the mast to observe you and eavesdrop on your conversation with the swordsman.

“What was that about?” Zoro asks curiously, wincing as you dab his oozing flesh with more anti-septic, inspecting it carefully before finally reaching for a roll of bandages.

“Met him at the restaurant a few years ago.  Went with my family—they were regulars, but they only brought me once in a blue moon.” you reply, biting the inside of your cheeks, deep in focus.

“He make a pass at you?” he asks with a smirk that only grows wider when you giggle mirthfully in return.

“’Course he did, have you met him?  He made plenty of moves on my mother too.  My brother would always tease her and say Sanji was her little boyfriend.” you say, smiling up at the swordsman; you were already embedding your way under his skin, and making jokes at the dopey lovesick cook’s expense only endeared you to him more.

Zoro throws his head back and laughs, and you end up in a giggling fit, leaving the still eavesdropping Sanji with his jaw agape and feeling like he was in a fever dream, shocked at how quickly you were getting on the stoic swordsman’s good side.

“Stick around me and I’ll keep him out of your hair for you.” he says, ruffling your hair as you tie the last of his bandages.  Your grin spreads from ear to ear, cheeks flushed pink, and Sanji swears your eyes are sparkling as they meet Zoro’s—if he wasn’t so jealous, he might swoon at such a display of chemistry.

Instead, he lets the monster in his chest, green as the mosshead’s hair, take over, and bitterly interrupts the sweet moment, informing the two of you that dinner was ready to be plated.

The swordsman nods in acknowledgement and pushes himself up onto his feet; reaching his hand out, he offers you his hand as if you were the one injured, confident grin on his face as you take it and he pulls you up.  

“You’re a painter right?  Do ya’ draw too?” he asks, walking beside you towards the kitchen, sun nearly sinking behind the horizon.

“I do—I’m better with paints, but it’s a fundamental skill so I practice often.” you reply as you take a seat next to him at the dinner table, giving the rest of your new crewmates a smile and wave.

“That so…I’ve got a few ideas for some cool poses.” he says, getting up to demonstrate one, putting one hand on his hip and holding his other sword up high above his head.  The sight is captivating to you, and goofy to the rest of the crew, who start laughing and calling him a dork—Usopp even tosses a dinner roll in his direction, causing Sanji to bark at him and force him to eat it off the floor.

Taking a bite of your mouthwatering baked salmon, the explosion of flavors on your tongue causes a dopey grin erupt on your face; your heart was full and brimming with the happiness and bliss of having new friends, delicious food, and for the first time in a long time, hope of an optimistic future.

Having a new favorite crewmate felt nice too.

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x you #zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x y/n #one piece scenario #one piece fanfiction #x reader #i stitched together like 4 wips that i abandoned to finally make this into a cohesive fic hehe

[borathae]

“Because of his curse, Jungkook’s past was filled with loneliness. Unable to touch a human without being overtaken by the urge to kill them, he believed his fate to be a touch-deprived one. It changed however when he met Yoongi, bearer of the same curse and loving mentor, who taught him that intimacy was possible for someone like them. Now it’s been years and Jungkook’s life is filled with love, tenderness and the warmth of soft touches. All that is missing is your taste on his tongue. Jungkook wants to change that and asks Yoongi for an especially sweet lesson. You just so happen to find yourself between them. Not only as their most loved princess, but also as their very eager practice helper.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader x Vampire!Jungkook

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU, Polyamory!AU

Warnings: domestic sweetness, sub!Jungkook, soft Dom!Yoongi, switch!Reader, threesome, Shibari with magical ropes, praise, they give Koo a cockring with the ropes, handjob (Koo receiving), oral (f.receiving), she rests between Yoongi’s legs while Koo kneels and eats her out, Koo calls them Mommy & Daddy, i couldn’t resist afjsdjf, he calls them Mistress & Master beforehand, Yoongi calls them babyboy/girl & good girl/boy, loving dirty talk, finger sucking, lots of drool, pussy fingering, Yoongi has his hand around her throat without choking her, gentle biting (by Yoongi), he plays with her nipples, hair pulling (oc giving & boys receiving), orgasm control & edging (f.receiving), Koo cries because he is happy, she cries cause she’s needy, squirting, a hint of golden showers :’), Jungkook slurps it up cause he is greedy, Yoongi cums in his pants & Kook cums on the sheets fjadsf, some post sex crying, loving & protective aftercare, post sex cuddles!!, I love them!!, Yoongi is truly the best Dom ever :(

Wordcount: 9.3k

a/n: I had this idea because I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of Jungkook wanting to try out oral once he’s a little bit better in controlling his urges and OC & Yoongi being totally down for it. I wasn’t ready for Yoongi though fjadjfa help 🥴🖤

“No but trust me, it’s gonna be great”, Yoongi says in a cute laugh, pressing play on the record player. 

Slow R&B starts playing. He turns, stretching his arms from himself. He is wearing nothing more than tight boxer briefs and a flowy button up. His hair is unstyled as well, but falls beautifully without trying. You share his state, wearing one of his briefs because they are terribly comfortable. 

“And? It’s great, isn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah, it’s good”, you tell him. 

“Come on, it’s better than good. It’s great”, Yoongi says and moves back to you in little dance steps. He moves his hips as he does, giving you an open mouthed smile. 

You giggle, stepping off bed when Yoongi stretches his hands to you. 

He twirls you and catches you in a way so that your back is pressed against his chest and your arms are crossed in front of your chest, hands being held by him. He hums the melody, moving your bodies to the beat and nuzzling into your neck to kiss it gently. 

He makes you feel so good that you can’t stop giggling. 

“See? You’re into it now, aren’t you?” he rasps.

“You know I am”, you sigh, tilting your head to the side, “I love that.”

“Mhm, love it too”, Yoongi says, kissing your cheek. He lifts his gaze, locking eyes with Jungkook. He twirls you and him so he gets closer to Kook. Once he is, he leans in and kisses Jungkook on his lips. Just once.

“And you? Still think it’s a stupid idea?”

“I never said that. I just said that I didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff.”

“What? Listening to music whilst spending time with my two favourite people?” Yoongi ruffles Jungkook’s long hair, “think again”, he says and then draws closer to you. 

He hugs you tighter, taking bigger steps to draw circles with you on the impromptu dance floor. 

You squeal and giggle, trying your hardest to keep up. Yoongi gazes at you with his eyes barely open. He is smiling so much that he is squinting. Every now and then, you get a very passionately sung passage of song from him, followed by a soft kiss or tender snuggle. 

Jungkook watches the two of you with happy giggles in his chest. He is bouncing on the bed, swinging his legs back and forth as he sports the biggest and brightest smile in humankind. He is sharing your state of clothing. Tight briefs and a shirt. No button up, but a soft cotton shirt with its sleeves ending just a little above his elbows. It’s been summer for a while and the days are hot. So you and your perfect lovers spend your hours wearing as little clothing as possible, always making sure that the fibers were natural and light. 

It was the hours of the last sun right now. One more hour and she will have set for the day. Jungkook’s wing was located at the north end of the castle which meant his rooms were already a lot dimmer than, say, Jimin’s rooms. But you didn’t really mind. Jungkook has already turned on his galaxy lamp, which will illuminate the room once the sun has truly said good night. 

Jungkook finished renovations on his wing in spring. It was a beautiful home. The rooms were spacious with high ceilings and big windows and Jungkook filled them with a mixture of modern and old furniture. He even asked you to propagate a few plants for him, which you very happily did. Up until now, he hadn’t killed any of them yet and he even purchased grow lights for the ones who needed a bit more light. 

Jungkook chose to make the smallest of his rooms his bedroom. Now bear in mind, small was still relatively big when one dares to compare it to the bedroom of common apartments, but it was still the smallest room in his wing (except his bathroom and toilet of course). Jungkook explained the reasoning behind his choice that he would rather have his own cozy living room and a big home studio and turn his bedroom into a cozy little escape. He truly managed to do so and you just so happen to spend time in it today. 

The song changes. Yoongi stops dancing, hugging you against him with his lips glued to your neck.

“Mhm love”, you sigh. 

“You’re amazing", he whispers and kisses you one last time before he breaks away to strut to the bed, “but tell me that I’m right. The music’s setting the scene.”

“Of course it is. I feel properly charmed”, you say and giggle, chasing Yoongi to hug him from behind. 

He stumbles and laughs, holding your hands instantly.

“You’re the cutest, my love”, you tell him.

“No, you are”, he says, lifting you onto his back piggyback style.

“Yoongi no”, you squeak. 

“Mine”, he teases and with an expert twirl, manages to place you atop the bed. Right next to Jungkook. You laugh loudly as you get set down, wiggling happily once you are on the sheets. 

Jungkook turns to you, placing his arm over your waist and leaning down for a kiss. One you accept gladly and one which feels oh so impossible to continue when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s lips dance up your inner thighs mere seconds later. 

In the end, you have to break the kiss just to gasp and arch your back. Yoongi is bunching up the legs of your boxers, exposing more and more of your sensitive skin to his eager lips. 

“Yoongi…” you sigh. 

Jungkook turns, looking at Yoongi with his tummy fluttering in excitement. The Creator has his eyes closed in bliss, allowing his strong hands to run over your skin with utmost care. He looks so content with his current position. Jungkook feels heat gather between his legs at the view.

“Shouldn’t that be me?” he asks in a teasing manner.

Yoongi lust-darkened eyes open and flit to Jungkook. He lifts his head even if you whine in disappointment.

“Yeah it should be”, Yoongi says, running his big hands up and down your thighs as he speaks, “I’m ready whenever you two are.”

“I’m so ready”, Jungkook says.

“Me too”, you say. 

“That’s good to hear. Kookie, take off your clothes. Princess, do you wanna help me with the ropes?”

“Yes, Master.” “Of course.”

You and Jungkook say at the same time and seconds later, you each are off to do your own things. Jungkook undresses while you and Yoongi discuss the ropes you will use on his body.

You all agreed to it. Tonight will be the night Jungkook finally eats you out. Yoongi assured you that it was perfectly safe and then the planning began. Jungkook knew that he needed ropes to feel safe, so Yoongi promised him to do Shibari with him and tie his arms behind his back. You knew that you wanted to help, so Yoongi told you that you could. And Yoongi is just here for the good time. He fucking loves spending time with you and Jungkook. 

“Done”, Jungkook says.

You and Yoongi turn to him.

The good boy is kneeling on the floor with perfect posture. His hands are on his thighs with their palms facing up, his back is perfectly straight and his head is held high. He looks at you without ever breaking eye contact, breathing heavily because this is terribly exciting to him.

“Look at you”, you say, “you really know what to do, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress”, Jungkook says, eyes lighting up in pride.

“You’re such a good boy for us”, Yoongi praises.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs together and straightens up even more.

“Thank you, Master”, he gets out, having to fight for air afterwards.

You and Yoongi close the distance between you and Jungkook. While you reach for his cheek to caress it, Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes instantly, parting his lips in a soft, audible sigh. He feels the tingles all the way down to his toes.

“Isn’t he the prettiest?” you ask Yoongi.

“Yeah, he is”, Yoongi agrees.

Jungkook giggles, having to squirm away from you because he felt way too shy under your praise. Cute.

“Do you wanna stand up for us now, mhm?”

“Yes, Master”, Jungkook says and with Yoongi’s help, gets to his feet.

You and Yoongi study his naked form. Sculpted muscles he obtained from hard and consistent training, smooth and shaved skin and cock just hard enough that it is starting to rise. He is beautiful indeed.

“You’re so handsome, Kookie”, Yoongi says.

“You really are”, you say, rounding him so you can trace his back. His butt looks so good. You dare to steal a touch, while Jungkook gasps and then exhales shakily, tensing his muscles for you, “you’ve got the cutest butt, sweetie.”

“Thank you”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles.

Yoongi steps closer to him while you continue to feel up his body. Jungkook wants to close his eyes because of it, but doesn’t as Yoongi looks at him. He cups his cheek, running his thumb over his skin.

“I’m gonna monitor your thoughts throughout the session, so can you take off your ring?” he asks.

“Of course. Do you think I’m dangerous?” Jungkook asks, slipping off his magic ring.

“No, but I just want to make sure. It’s for you too, so you feel assured that I know if I have to step in, yeah?” Yoongi explains, accepting the ring to slip it into his shirt’s front pocket.

“Yes, thank you for looking out for me. I feel a lot more at ease when I know you will catch me slipping.”

“Mhm, although I don’t think you will. You’re ready."

“I feel ready.”

“You are”, Yoongi gives Jungkook’s cheek a soft pinch and then he steps back, undoing the knot of the ropes, “let’s start with tying. Yeah?”

“Yes, just tell me what to do.”

“Relax, we’ll take care of you", Yoongi says and looks at you, “may I give you the end?”

“Of course”, you say, snaking your arms around Jungkook just to snatch the ends. Jungkook leans into you instinctively, holding his breath. He is so, so excited. He loves being Yoongi’s rope bunny and to know that you are also with them this session excites him even more.

“Now let’s start”, you say, “my love, can you come look if I’m doing it right?”

“Sure.”

“I bet you’re doing really well”, Jungkook says, earning himself a little touch to his waist. 

“Cutie.”

Yoongi teaches you a new pattern today, explaining the correct ways of tying and the places of pressure you need to look out for in order not to cause pain. You go slow, touching the spots you needed to place the rope over and feeling up his body whenever you get the chance. You mess up a few times, but don’t feel embarrassed about it as Yoongi praises you and Jungkook tells you that he is having the time of his life.

And he has. Being touched and explored and taken care of by his two favourite people feels like paradise to him. Having the rope slowly constrain more and more of his movements whilst at the same time giving him a sensation of comfort felt like a beautiful hug to him. Listening to you and Yoongi talk relaxed him as well.

“There we go, you got it”, Yoongi praises, “now go under this loop and tighten it on this part.”

“Okay, okay”, you say, tickling Jungkook’s skin as you guide the rope.

“That part feels so good”, Jungkook sighs, wiggling his arms a little. 

“Stay calm, sweetheart”, Yoongi tells him, caressing his waist. 

“Sorry, Master I feel so good”, Jungkook apologises, blushing like crazy. 

“That’s okay, just try to keep your arms still yeah?”

“Yes Master, I will try.”

“I promise I’m almost finished, baby”, you assure him.

“Yes okay, take your time Mistress”, Jungkook says and lowers his eyes in comfort, “I feel so good”, he whispers.

“Us too, baby”, you say and finish the knot, “look Boongie, I did it.”

“Perfect my love, now guide the ropes to the front, we’ll need the ends for the hip pieces later”, Yoongi tells you.

“Okay, okay”, you follow, dropping the ropes once they tangle in the front. You hug Jungkook’s waist, kissing his arm, “how are you feeling?”

“Amazing”, Jungkook says and tilts his head back, “I’m so safe.”

“You are”, Yoongi says.

“You really are, our sweet baby”, you add and the round him, joining Yoongi’s side.

Jungkook’s arms are both tied up in the back, held up by an intricate pattern of rope and knots. The pattern is simple in the front, as most of the art was done along his arms. It looked beautiful on his body.

“You are seriously made for Shibari”, you say, “I can’t believe how pretty you are.”

“You’re seriously so pretty”, Yoongi says.

“Guys stop”, Jungkook complains and giggles, swaying his shoulders from side to side.

“Why?”

“Because it’s making me shy”, he pouts, “I don’t like that.”

You smile, “you’re so cute.”

“Mhm. Now about the wish you had”, Yoongi says, “do you still wanna do it?”

“Yes, I want to do it”, Jungkook says, looking at you, “do you think that you can enchant the ropes?”

“I think I can. I studied the spell a lot”, you say, “are you really okay with me trying out the spell on you? You’d be the first person I’d do it on.”

“Yes, I’m okay with it. I trust you.”

“Okay, so”, you turn to Yoongi, “I just have to touch the ropes and think the words, yeah? Like I practiced?” 

“Yes, you should feel heat in your fingertips and Kook, you should feel tingles as if electricity was coursing through you. Anything other than that and you are stopping us.”

“I understand.”

“Okay then, here goes nothing”, you murmur and begin the spell. Yoongi rubs your back as you work while Jungkook sighs in bliss and gazes at you with sparkling eyes. Yoongi was right. His skin tingles electrically wherever the rope touches. He really likes the sensation.

“I think I’m done”, you say. The electricity stops. Jungkook is a little sad that it did. It felt so good.

Yoongi wraps his fingers around the rope and tugs. Jungkook falls into him with a squeak, getting caught by Yoongi. 

“Careful”, he laughs, rubbing his back.

“Sorry, I wasn’t ready”, Jungkook says, using the opportunity to nuzzle his nose into Yoongi’s neck, “you tugged so hard, Master”, he whines.

“I know, I’m sorry baby”, Yoongi says, patting Jungkook’s butt, “but the good news is, the spell worked. Good job, princess. That was amazing, I’m so proud of you.”

“That was nothing really”, you say and snicker, “I feel so cool right now.”

“You are so cool”, Yoongi says and smiles fondly, “com’ere.”

You snuggle into his side, resting your head against his shoulder as he closes his arm around you.

“My two babies”, he says, “mhm? You’re my babies, aren’t you?”

“Yes, we are”, you say while Jungkook merely whimpers and continues to suckle on Yoongi’s neck. No teeth are involved. It is merely a simple and tender sucking motion. It soothes Jungkook greatly, whilst leaving Yoongi with a comfortable tingle down his back.

“Do you like that, mhm?” he asks in a whisper.

Jungkook purrs, nodding his head. He slips his lips from his neck, but stays close enough that they brush against his skin as he talks, “you taste so good, Master. I like doing that.”

“You’re cute”, Yoongi says and drags Jungkook away with a gentle tug to his hair, “I need you to stand still for a little while longer, yeah? I know you want to suck, but be patient. You wanted us to tie up your cock as well and we need to do that still.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, I’m so greedy.”

“It’s okay, Kookie. Now let us take care of you, yeah?”

“Yes, Master”, Jungkook gets out and moans softly, tilting his head back, “oh god”, he whispers under his breath.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m so excited.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear”, Yoongi smiles and looks at you, “princess, look I’ll show you the pattern.”

“Yes, okay”, you say, watching him work with a tingling stomach.

“First you start off by connecting the new rope with the old. You do it like this.”

“I see, that's easy. What then?”

“Then we need to guide the rope around his thigh. Kookie, part your legs for us.” 

Jungkook follows happily, tingling like crazy when Yoongi guides the soft rope over his skin. He wraps it around the uppermost part of his thigh. Along the path a pair of panties would take. Afterwards he lets you guide the rope along his back and down around the other thigh.

“And now to the fun part. Are you ready for it, Kookie?”

“I can’t wait”, Jungkook gets out, wheezing in excitement.

Jungkook has the most reactive cock ever. Yoongi merely has to come close to it and it practically twitching into his hand in hopes of being touched.

“Needy”, Yoongi teases, sending Jungkook a playful look.

“I know”, he whispers, “I’m so needy and, and…needy.”

Yoongi chuckles, “you’re cute”, he says and cups Jungkook’s balls. 

“Yoongi”, the latter moans instantly, feeling his knees buckle. 

Yoongi massages his balls gently, making sure to dig his thumb into the parts which give Jungkook just the smallest bolts of pain. He likes stuff like that, leaking like crazy because of it. 

“See that?” Yoongi speaks calmly, “see how he’s starting to leak?”

“I do, yeah”, you rasp. 

“Feel it.”

You close your fingers around Jungkook’s cock.

“___”, Jungkook moans, stumbling to catch his balance, “oh god, please”, and here he goes, begging for you. It’s what he is best at. Begging, pleading and acting like a needy boy. 

You run your hand up and down his throbbing cock, paying special attention to his tip. It’s so wet and hot. 

“That’s it, feel him up. I need you to remember how he should be before you start the knot”, Yoongi praises and guides the rope around the base of Jungkook’s cock. 

“Please”, Jungkook begs, but you ignore him.

“Keep this part snug, but make sure that it doesn’t pinch and keep touching his tip. We need him to be wet for the next part.”

“Do we really? What does it do?”

Yoongi gives you a dark smirk, “just keeping it more interesting.”

“I see, fuck that’s so hot”, you say, massaging Jungkook’s leaking tip with just enough pressure that soft squelching sounds fill the air.

“This is gonna make me cum”, Jungkook chokes out, whimpering loudly afterwards, “oh god, please.”

You ignore him, watching with a dripping pussy as Yoongi guides the rope around the base of Jungkook’s balls.

“That’s where you can start applying pressure. Once it’s around his balls, you have to guide the rope along them so they are parted. Like this.”

“Woah that looks like it hurts.”

You and Yoongi sneak a glance at Jungkook. He doesn’t even realise that you do, moaning with parted lips and his eyes squeezed shut. 

“Trust me, it doesn’t”, Yoongi says and smirks, “now wrap it around one more time and tighten it.”

Yoongi tightens it with a pull. Jungkook gasps and tries to close his legs, making Yoongi look up at him.

“Too tight?”

“No. No just…my cock is so hard”, Jungkook gets out and moans softly, “oh god the pressure on my balls is so intense.”

“I know, you’re such a pretty boy, taking it so well”, Yoongi praises and closes the knot, “the rope will help you concentrate.”

“Thank you, Master. You’re taking such great care of me.”

“Don’t just thank me”, Yoongi says and seconds later, Jungkook feels your thumb massage his leaking slit.

“Mistress”, Jungkook sighs, falling into you. His lips are on your neck instantly, suckling on your skin, “Mistress, thank you”, he croaks between his sucks, “you feel so good, Mistress.”

“Mhhm”, you purr, caressing his nape while your fingers work his tied up cock, “call me Mommy tonight.”

Yoongi stills, looking at you with honest surprise. He gawks and blinks, gawks and blinks. You give him a cocky raise of your right eyebrow, one that flusters him so greatly that he ends up looking down with his cheeks heating up. His hand comes up to rub the side of his neck immediately.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is melting into a puddle of utter submission. He writhes and presses into you, tensing his tummy so much his cock twitches in your hand.  

“Yes Mommy”, he gets out and giggles, “I love that name, Mommy.”

“You’re such a good boy, my baby”, you praise him, kissing his cheek, “now.”

You slip your hand away.

“Noo, Mommy don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, “please.” 

“I’d love to baby, but I need to undress.”

“Okay”, Jungkook sniffles, “oh god I’m so horny, Mommy.”

“Me too, babyboy.”

And with that you step back, running your eyes up and down Jungkook’s tied up body while your fingers slip to your shirt. You manage to open one button when Yoongi steps in.

“Wait. Let me”, he offers, hovering his hands above yours. You smile, lowering your arms.

“I won’t stop you, love.”

Yoongi touches your shirt instantly, unbuttoning it carefully and staring deep into your eyes. 

“Since when are you into this?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Being called Mommy.”

“Mhm don’t know. I think it’s hot in the bedroom.”

“Mhm, yeah”, Yoongi agrees and kisses your newly exposed shoulder, “I wanna eat you whole, fuck you’re so perfect.”

You giggle, “what do I hear in your voice, mhm?” you tease.

“Whatever you think you’re hearing, you’re right”, Yoongi says and kisses your neck, opening the last of your buttons. He slips his hand under the shirt and takes it off.

“Mhm, Yoongi love”, you purr, tilting your head back as he explores your vulnerable throat and presses your body into his’, “you tempt me.”

“I know”, he whispers, “that’s the plan.”

He slips off your panties, letting them drop to the ground. One second later and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling around to get you on bed and under him.

“Yoongi”, you laugh in a squeak, feeling dizzy from being handled so quickly.

“My princess”, he sighs, kissing your neck as his right hand holds your thigh and tugs it snug against his waist. Like this, he can roll his hips into you, grinding his clothed cock against your naked pussy. He is as hard as you are wet.

“Yoongi”, you sigh, “Yoongi, this feels so good.”

“It does. You do”, he guides his pouty lips to your ear, “all I wanna do is fuck you till you can’t walk, but I know I shouldn’t. Fuck princess, it takes everything inside me not to take you right here and now.”

“Don’t talk like this, you know what this does to me”, you whine and arch your back.

Yoongi chuckles, pecking your cheek, “wait here, my love.”

And with that he breaks away, climbing off the bed to get to Jungkook.

“Now you”, Yoongi places his hands on Jungkook’s hips, “I’ll help you.”

And with that, he lifts Jungkook onto the bed, making him kneel in front of you. 

“There we go”, Yoongi says, “now you’re looking pretty. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes”, Jungkook whispers.

“Good. How’s the pressure on your balls. The new position adds something, doesn’t it?”

“It feels so good”, Jungkook mewls and leaks a little. 

“Mhm, I see. God look at you, you’re so wet”, he says, running his fingertips through the sticky mess.

Jungkook moans, chasing Yoongi with parted lips and his eyes glued to his mouth.  

“Daddy…”

“Huh?" 

“I-”, Jungkook gulps, “sorry. I just, just. Oh god. I’m sorry it, it was because of, of ___ and her wish and then I, I thought about what Hobi said that, that you guys can be my Mommy and D-Daddy, oh god I’m so sor-”

Jungkook doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Yoongi kisses him deeply. So deep in fact that once their kiss breaks, Jungkook has to whimper and Yoongi is out of breath. 

“Fucking say it again, I dare you”, Yoongi rasps. 

“Daddy?” Jungkook whispers.

“Fuck”, Yoongi moans deeply, twisting a big bundle of Jungkook’s hair just to tilt his head back and run his tongue over his throat.

Jungkook moans squeakily, gasping for air.

“I’m gonna treat you so right, babyboy”, Yoongi rasps, “you fucking drive me insane.”

“Oh god, Daddy”, Jungkook moans, “that feels so good.”

“Mhhm it does. You do”, Yoongi can’t stop his wandering hands from feeling and squeezing Jungkook’s body.

He even does it so aggressively that Jungkook looses balance and falls. Kind of. Yoongi catches him before he can, pulling him back to his knees. 

Yoongi’s eager fumbling stops, he stares and blinks. Jungkook stares and pants. 

“Sorry, I was rough.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi”, Jungkook says and blushes, “no. Daddy”, he adds and giggles, lowering his eyes shyly.

“You’re so cute, fuck”, Yoongi presses out and kisses his cheek, “now wanna make our princess feel good?”

“Yes, oh god”, Jungkook almost yells the words from how excited he was. 

“Eager”, Yoongi teases and chuckles. He ruffles Jungkook’s hair before crawling back to you. 

You are panting like crazy, staring at them with glassy eyes. You forgot to blink, doing so once Yoongi cups your cheek.

“Hey there”, he says softly.

“Hey”, you get out.

“Ready for the next step?”

“Yes”, you nod your head enthusiastically, “I’m so ready.”

“That’s good to hear”, Yoongi says, rounding you, “sit up.”

You follow. Yoongi claims the emptiness behind you, placing his arm around your waist. He presses his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Lean into me, my love”, he breathes, ending it with a soft nibble to your lobe.

You fall with your eyes closing, finding refuge against his strong chest. You feel so incredibly safe like this.

“That’s it, relax. I’ve got you, my princess”, he whispers and places his legs over yours so he can nudge you open, “can you spread yourself for us, mhm?” 

You nod your head and follow, moaning softly when he rewards you by kissing your neck. 

“That’s it. Mhhm, I can smell you like this. Sweet like heaven”, he purrs and moans raspily, “that’s gotta be the best scent ever.”

His words make you writhe and whimper. All you want is his touch, “please...” you whisper, knowing that you won’t get it soon. He is in a teasing mood.

“I can smell you too, Mommy”, Jungkook throws in, shimmying closer on his knees, “I’m dizzy because of you.”

“She’s heaven, isn’t she?“

“Yeah, heaven”, Jungkook agrees, gawking at your exposed pussy. You are so wet and puffy already. Jungkook drools so much that it drips out the corners of his mouth, “so pretty”, he murmurs even if talking is hard.

“Ever ate out a woman before, Kook?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, my human girlfriend”, Jungkook says and gulps, “it’s been too long.”

“Mhm don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna teach you”, he says and slides his hand down to your pussy, “look at what I’m doing with my fingers.”

Jungkook watches hungrily, drooling all over the sheets with his lips parted. 

“Can I start touching you, love?” Yoongi asks, hovering his fingers over your pussy. All he needs is your consent. He aches for a touch as much as you.

“Please don’t ask anymore, I want you so bad”, you get out and mewl. 

“Mhm so sweet”, he purrs and connects his fingers with your pussy. He drags them through your folds, picking up your pleasure just to spread it on your clit in slow circles. 

The sensation makes your toes curl and for your hands to twist the sheets. You moan, pressing back into him. Like this, you can feel his hard cock poke your lower back. He purrs deeply because of it, rewarding you with a slow massage on your sensitive clit.

“Fuck. Yoongi”, you moan breathily, feeling charged in electric pleasure. His touch is so soft and gentle and yet it is already too much. You don’t want him to ever stop.

“See that?” Yoongi says, “keep it focused on her clit and she’ll make the sweetest sounds”, he explains and makes you moan with an expert touch, “hear that? That’s what I’m talking about. Good girl, you’re doing such a good job taking me like that”, he says and cuddles closer to kiss your heated cheek. Truly, your skin is so hot to the touch. And it’s solely Yoongi’s fault. You moan, sliding your hand to his thigh instead. You squeeze him and Yoongi rewards you with more pressure on your clit, forcing you to moan once again.

“Hear that, babyboy?”

“Yes Daddy, I hear it. It’s so good”, Jungkook lulls, “oh god, I wanna taste. Mommy, your pussy looks so yummy.”

“Beg nicely and I’ll let you taste”, Yoongi orders.

“Please can I taste her, Daddy?”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi hums and slides his fingers from your clit to instead tease your leaking entrance. The touch is just as good as the other was. You squeeze his thigh and moan softly, leaking all over his fingers, “that’s it, princess. You’re such a good girl getting so wet for us.”

“Yoongi”, you mewl and to your utter dismay, he slips his fingers away, “no wait, more.”

“Patience, love. We gotta feed our babyboy, yeah?”

You mewl, opening your eyes slowly to Jungkook’s submissive state. He is panting and drooling, looking at your pussy with hazy eyes and parted lips. Fuck. Yoongi touched you so good that you almost forgot about what the actual plan for today was and now you are almost bursting in excitement.

“Open your mouth, Kookie”, Yoongi orders, wiggling his wet fingers slowly.

Jungkook obeys, spilling his drool everywhere. Yoongi doesn’t mind, lifting his coated fingers to drag them over Jungkook’s tongue. 

Jungkook moans loudly and swallows them whole immediately, sucking harshly with his head bobbing up and down on Yoongi’s digits and his cock leaking precum like crazy. He whimpers and moans, spilling tears because of how good it tastes.

“There we go. Get used to the taste. Doesn’t Mommy taste heavenly, babyboy?”

Jungkook mewls a yes, swirling his tongue over Yoongi's long fingers. He needs every single droplet of your sweetness coating his tongue. You taste so good. Jungkook has never tasted something as addicting and saccharine before. Not even blood leaves him feeling that dizzy. No wonder that Yoongi can’t seem to get enough of eating you out.

He always understood the Creator, but now he truly gets him. You are the best and most amazing addictive taste. 

“That’s it”, Yoongi says, slipping his fingers free even if that means Jungkook’s drool spills everywhere in thick strings.

Jungkook snatches for Yoongi’s fingers, “please”, he begs, spilling tears.

“Patience”, Yoongi says, connecting his slick covered fingers with your pussy. The touch is so warm that you tense up and shudder, arching your back even if that squishes Yoongi’s cock.

The latter seems to like it, giving you a little moan into the crook of your neck before he kisses it. “one more time”, he is talking to you, “can I slip my fingers inside to coat them for our Kookie, mhm?”

“Please”, you beg, opening your legs further.

“That’s my princess, take a deep breath I’m slipping inside”, he talks sweetly and lets two of his wet, long fingers disappear inside your pussy. He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in circles as he pumps his digits in and out of you.

“Yoongi”, you gasp and press out a shaky moan. Honestly, it borders a sob. His touch feels too good. You can barely handle it.

Jungkook in the meantime, searches for your taste. He lowers his head, gawking at your stuffed pussy with blown out pupils and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. He is panting like a dog that way, feeling barely human in desperation.

He is so close to your cunt that he can watch how Yoongi’s thick fingers make your puffy lips move around them. Your slick sticks to his skin and hair, filling Jungkook’s (and Yoongi’s) nose with a mindnumbing sweetness. You are so turned on that sloppy, wet sounds join the music. Jungkook’s ears pick them up and send the pleasure straight to his leaking cock. He is glad for the ropes around it. Without it, he would have already climaxed from all the sensations.

“Daddy”, Jungkook moans.

“Yes, babyboy?”

“Daddy, Mommy’s pussy is so pretty”, he gets out and whimpers, “can I taste, please?”

“Open up.”

Jungkook obeys. Yoongi slips out of your pussy quickly to make sure that he is thoroughly coated. Then, without warning, he shoves his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth in their entirety, forcing him to gag in surprise. Only once because then your taste fills Jungkook’s veins and he becomes needy in hunger and he begins moving around Yoongi’s fingers quickly.

He sucks and slurps and moans like a hungry little animal, switching between closing his eyes and looking at your pussy. He ends up closing his eyes more than he gazes however, the view of your perfect, wet cunt was too much to handle.

And while Jungkook cleans Yoongi’s wet fingers, Yoongi travels his unoccupied hand up your body until he can rest it around your throat. He tilts your head to the side this way, making space for his lips on your neck.

“I know you’re desperate”, he whispers, “I know you wanna cum, but let me take care of it, yeah?”

“Yoongi, I’m so-”, you whimper, arching your back.

“I know, my princess, I know. But you can trust me, I’ll make sure you feel so, so good. Just trust me, my love”, he whispers and kisses your neck where it is most sensitive, ending it with a gentle bite. One which doesn’t pierce or hurt, but one which sends bolts of pleasure to your warmth, “can you do that for me? Can you trust me that I’ll take care of your orgasm, mhm?”

“Yes, Yoongi”, you whimper, wetting the sheets with new layers of your pleasure.

“Thank you so much, my love. You’re making me so, so happy”, Yoongi coos and rewards you with another soft bite. He ends it with a flick of his tongue and a little kiss, moving on to massage your nipples as he cradles your breast in his big, warm hand.

And you fall back into moaning and feeling too charged in pleasure, wishing for this to never end.

Yoongi switches his eyes to Jungkook, resting his chin on your shoulder for comfort. His fingers are cleaned again. He slips them free even if Jungkook sobs in denial.

“You did such a good job cleaning them”, Yoongi says, “now tell me the capital of France.” This is a concentration game. If Jungkook was still in control he will answer easily, if he is on the brink of losing control he won’t.

“Paris”, Jungkook chokes out, trembling in desperation, “please more. Please can I eat your pussy, Mommy?”

“Very good. One last question and then I’ll allow you”, Yoongi says, “tell me what’s thirty divided by five?”

“I uh, fuck”, Jungkook gulps, “I’m, I’m bad at maths. Six!” he looks up at Yoongi with big puppy eyes, “it’s six. Please I knew it! Please let me have her.”

“Good job”, Yoongi smiles proudly, “now look at my hand.”

Jungkook obeys, gawking with bated breath.

“Can I let Jungkook eat your pussy now?” he makes sure.

“Yes please”, you beg, leaking in anticipation.

“Such a good girl, mhm princess”, he praises and places two of his fingers on your pussy. He spreads your folds gently, revealing your clit to Jungkook’s eyes, “stick your tongue out and flick it over her clit.”

Jungkook obeys. He does it once and then everything escalates. You moan loudly and tremble like crazy while Jungkook growls and fucks the mattress. Yoongi laughs at the view, hugging you close whilst placing his other hand on Jungkook’s forehead to keep him at a distance for now.

“Calm down you two, calm down”, he speaks gently, “I can’t have you acting like such needy animals, yeah?”

“But…please”, you beg, bucking your hips up and almost smothering Jungkook with your heat. Almost. Oh how heartbreaking it is that it was only almost. You need to feel his tongue so fucking bad.

“Please Daddy, I’ll behave. I, I promise please. Please”, Jungkook pleads, spilling tears from his ruby eyes, “I can’t take it anymore, please I wanna have her pussy”, he croaks and sobs.

“So eager”, Yoongi teases and chuckles, “you’re so cute. The both of you.”

He dances his hand back to your pussy and parts your folds again. You tense up in anticipation, holding your breath. Jungkook squeaks and moves closer, but still waits for Yoongi’s command.

“Go ahead, do it again.”

Jungkook moans and connects his mouth with your pussy in such hunger that for a moment he has Yoongi’s fingers under his tongue as well. Yoongi merely smiles and lets it happen, hugging your trembling body against him as you let out a desperate moan.

“That’s it, such a good boy”, he praises Jungkook and then kisses your neck, “try to breathe my love. I know he’s being really sloppy right now, but I need you to keep breathing.”

It’s hard. What Yoongi asks of you to do is impossible when all you can do is moan, gasp for air, hold your breath and release it as a moan. Over and over again. In a needy, uncoordinated pattern of numbing pleasure.

Jungkook is so sloppy in the way he eats you out. It doesn’t help that Yoongi is keeping you parted for his tongue and therefore exposing the most sensitive spots to his eager tongue. Jungkook switches between swirling his entire tongue over it and then attempting to suck on it like a lollipop. He is drooling uncontrollably, adding to your own wetness to the point where Yoongi has a hard time keeping his grip on your pussy.

“Please”, you beg, feeling your legs shake like crazy, “please, please, please.”

“Keep breathing, babygirl. Keep breathing”, Yoongi encourages you, “trust me, yeah? I have everything under control, just keep breathing.”

You have to grip his other thigh too, squeezing it to the point where red bruises from on his fair skin. They heal within seconds, but the sensation stays behind. Pressure and slight pain. Yoongi runs on it like a maniac. It’s so arousing to him to watch and feel you lose control. He hugs you closer even if that increases the pressure on his leaking cock and then kisses your neck. He slips his fingers from your pussy and grips Jungkook’s hair, tugging his mouth away from your pussy.

“No”, you gasp, arching your back in agony, “no, please. Back. No. Please.”

Jungkook begs just as desperately, spilling tears.

“See?” Yoongi ignores your pain, “I have everything under control. Now you can breathe for a bit.”

“You are so cruel”, you mewl and sob, “I was so close….”

“I know princess”, Yoongi purrs and kisses your cheek, “how are you doing, Kookie?”

“Please let me have her again, please”, Jungkook speaks with tears in his voice, “I need her again, please.”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him and kisses your cheek, “how about you, love? Did you breathe enough?”

“Yes, yes please. I did. I just want to, yes”, you stutter, making him chuckle.

“Very well”, Yoongi lets go of Jungkook’s hair and places his hand next to your pussy. Warm and big it rests there safely, reminding you how wonderful it feels to be held by him. “dive in again, babyboy.”

Jungkook follows his commands without thanking him for it. He is too eager to taste you again. He wraps his lips around your clit and begins switching between licking you and sucking you. There is no pattern behind it, but you don’t mind because no matter how he would eat your pussy right now, you would still feel as ruined and broken as you do right now. Jungkook’s mouth is warm and so wet. No words could ever describe just how intense it feels to be tasted by him.

You squeeze Yoongi’s thighs again and moan between your struggles for air, spilling all over the sheets and Jungkook’s face while you are at it.

And while you think that you are the most ruined right now, it isn’t the truth. Jungkook is. He can’t stop crying ever since his tongue connected with your clit. This is a dream come true. No. This is his biggest dream come true. All he wanted, ever since you and he became lovers, was to taste your pussy. He watched Yoongi go down on you a million times before, witnessed Taehyung doing the same and he was always left aching for a taste and wondering how wonderful it must be to love you in such a way.

And now he finally has you. He has you under his tongue, has your taste coating every single inch of his mouth and throat, has you moaning because of him and has you filling his nose with your sweet scent. Jungkook is so ruined by all of this that he can’t stop crying, sobbing into your pussy as he grinds his tongue over your clit.

Just one more time and then Yoongi pulls his head away again.

“Please Yoongi!” you beg loudly, mirroring the utter agony Jungkook feels.

He tugs on his ropes, trying to fight free but failing miserably. Yoongi chuckles because of it, soothing you with kisses to your neck until you finally calm down again. Just enough that he knows it is safe for Jungkook to taste you again.

He pushes the wiggling vampire down, smothering him with your pussy this way.

You wail up while Jungkook sobs and begins sucking on your pussy again. He searches for your tastes this time around. He loves your clit, but right now he needs your taste straight from the source. He lays down on his tummy even if that squishes his cock and puts tension into the rope around his balls. It hurts, but Jungkook likes it. It hurts a lot actually, forcing him to fuck the mattress in sync with his tongue slipping into your hole.

“Look at you”, Yoongi says, “you’re so fucking greedy.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear him. He is lost. Officially gone. Your pussy is pulsating around his tongue, your taste keeps spilling and spilling and spilling into his mouth, your scent is suffocating him. Jungkook swears this is the reason why he lives. He buries himself deeper and sticks his tongue out as far as it can go. He needs to merge with you. Please don’t let this end.

“So greedy, god you’re so greedy”, Yoongi taunts and slides his thumb to your clit. His hand he keeps resting on you, using the slick Jungkook left behind to give your clit a gentle massage up and down.

“Yoongi”, your voice doesn’t sound like you anymore. Your body wants to shake, but doesn’t know how anymore, tensing and convulsing between his legs. You reach up and grab a bundle of his hair, twisting it to the point where it hurts.

“Don’t be scared, I’m here”, Yoongi whispers, “fuck”, he growls when you tug harder, “fuck, princess relax your fingers. Mhm? Can you do that for me?”

You only tug harder and sob his name and Yoongi knows that it is time. He abandons your clit and tugs Jungkook away.

“Please, you fuck”, the words spill out of you. You didn’t even know that they did until Yoongi chuckles and bites your neck to the point where it stings but never breaks. You whimper, feeling just a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry my love, I promise this was the last time”, he whispers sickeningly sweet, kissing the spot he bit, “now take a deep breath for me.”

“You’re lying, you’re just saying that”, you mewl and sob softly, “please let me cum, please.”

“Breathe princess, breathe”, Yoongi whispers and runs his hand to Jungkook’s cheek. He cups it and tilts his head up as best as the position allows him to.

His tears ruined his cheeks, his eyes barely stay open and his pink lips are puffy and wet from your pussy.

“I know you’re angry at me, but I promise you can have her again very soon”, he speaks softly, running his thumb over Jungkook’s swollen upper lip, “I’ll let you make her cum now, but first I need to make sure you’re still with us. Tell us three blue fruits.”

“B-blueberry”, Jungkook can barely speak. He is so far gone, “and, and plums and..and…I don’t know”, he sobs, “I don’t know any more fruits please just let me have her, please Daddy.”

“Fine. You did well with two”, he says and slips his hand to your pussy. He parts your folds, “there’s grapes, by the way”, he adds, “or açaí berries.”

But Jungkook can’t hear him. He connects his mouth with your pussy and licks up your taste messily, moaning and sobbing in gratefulness while you do the same in desperation.

You twist Yoongi’s hair to the point of pain again and press into him, putting so much pressure on his cock that it gets hard for him to keep his eyes open. But he tries. He tries for you and for himself. Watching Jungkook eat your pussy is the hottest view to him. To have him grind his face against you and to watch how your pussy hugs his lower face makes him so fucking hard that it gets difficult to function. To know that this right now was the round where he will finally let you orgasm, messes with his sanity even more. Yoongi slips his unoccupied hand to your chest and begins playing with your nipples.

You tense up and abandon his thigh to instead grab a bundle of Jungkook’s hair. You tug with the same amount of strength you do with Yoongi, wailing up in ecstasy. If Yoongi pulls away again, you will actually break apart. This would ruin you. All you need is to climax. Yoongi’s long fingers on your nipples and pussy and Jungkook’s wet mouth on your clit. The sensations are too much. You need to cum or else you will shatter.

“I’m cumming, please”, you sob in a breathy voice.

“Don’t hold back, my love. I’m right here”, Yoongi encourages you and pinches your nipple in sync with his lips kissing your neck.

You let out a loud wail and break on Jungkook’s tongue. The edging made you so sensitive that you have no control over how hard the orgasm hits you. It’s hot and so intense that you have to grab the nape of Yoongi’s neck for support. You are scared if you were being honest. This is so intense.

“I’m here princess, I’m here. Let it happen, you’re safe”, Yoongi talks you through it, holding you safely, “I know it’s a lot but let it happen. I’m right here.”

Jungkook isn’t present anymore. The second your orgasm hit you, he stopped existing. Your orgasm affects him on normal days, but tasting it was too much  for him. He licks and sucks without having any control over it, whimpering because all he wants is to keep tasting you. His eager, sloppy mouth mixed with the ruthless edging of before made you so sensitive that all it really takes is for Jungkook to miss the window of overstimulation and for Yoongi to skilfully ignore it and you are squirting all over Jungkook’s face.

“Yes princess”, Yoongi moans and fucks his cock against your back as he finds his own release from your scent, “holy fuck, you’re perfect. Fuck, my love, holy fuck”, he moans deeply, soaking up your scent like an addict.

Jungkook tugs on the ropes, barely managing to keep his head held high. His eyes are burning from his tears and your never ending wetness, he is pretty sure that he already inhaled it because his upper throat burns. He doesn’t mind, he buries himself deeper, sucking it out of you to the point where you are scared that you long stopped squirting and instead are giving him a completely other taste. One of golden pleasure.

Only once you are truly empty – trust that it took too many seconds of uncontrollable shakes – does Yoongi wrap his hand around Jungkook’s hair to tug him away.

“Ah”, Jungkook lets out, because the position hurts his neck. Not for long because then Yoongi already managed to tug him over your intertwined legs and roll him to his back. Jungkook falls with a sob, arching his back as his arms prevent him from getting comfortable. His cock is hard, but covered in his white seed. It is still dripping and leaking more. His face is wet, his hair is soaked and his chest heaves up and down quickly. He can’t move. He truly can’t move. A Ripper high. That’s what the taste of your pleasure and golden sweetness did to him.

“Good job”, Yoongi praises him, caressing his cheek, “keep breathing Kookie, it’ll all be over soon”, he promises him and then turns his attention to you.

He wraps his arms around you and tilts your head to him gently. Your eyes merely have to meet and then it gets too much for you. You break into tears, growing incredibly small and fragile in his arms.

“I’m here, princess. I’m right here”, he assures you, allowing you to turn in his arms so you can rest against his chest. Your legs are pulled up and your knees are resting against his tummy, your head is against his shoulder, your fingers clutch his shirt weakly. Yoongi kisses your forehead and switches between caressing your back and your hair, “let it all out, this is all natural. I know the session was intense so I need you to let it all out. Good job, my love. I’m so proud of you”, he keeps talking to you as you release your feelings into him, “you did so well, my love. Let it all out. Fuck, you’re making me so proud. That’s my girl. I love you, my princess. That’s it.”

His loving words, his strong hug, his soothing touches. All of it is enough to calm you down, to allow you to return to him safe and sound and to feel so utterly content with yourself that your tears of overwhelming gratefulness stop slowly.

Once they do, you feel tired and sleepy, lifting your head to gaze at him.

Yoongi looks at you with fond eyes, placing his hand on your cheek, “hey there, my sweet princess”, he whispers, caressing your skin, “how are you feeling?”

You giggle and lean into his touch, “thank you, Yoongi”, you get out and giggle again.

“You’re so cute”, his smile grows, “and you did so, so well. You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

“You were so mean”, you giggle, “but you were so right, I loved it so much.”

He chuckles, “yeah, I know you would. That’s why I did it”, he says, eyes flitting to Jungkook, “our Kookie’s back. Hey there, my sweet prince.”

You turn in Yoongi’s arms so you can look at Jungkook. He is looking up at you with big, glassy eyes. His face and hair are still ruined from you.

“Thank you”, he croaks and then breaks into happy tears.

You and Yoongi spring into action instantly, picking him up in a tight group hug and whispering the sweetest words of comfort to him until he stops crying. It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but once he does he is sucking on Yoongi’s neck for comfort while you work on opening the ropes around his torso.

Jungkook rolls to his back once he is freed, reaching for you pleadingly. You fall into his hug gladly, resting in a way that would still allow Yoongi access to Jungkook’s lower body.

“I love you”, Jungkook murmurs into your neck, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, you tell him, feeling droopy in comfort now that you are held by him. His hug feels just as amazing as Yoongi’s does. Maybe a little wetter because he is still terribly ruined by what you did before.

“This has been my biggest dream for so long and now it was my reality”, Jungkook squeezes your head closer with his hand on the back of it, “I’m waiting for the moment I wake up and realise that it wasn’t real.”

“It was real”, you giggle, “and you were amazing.”

“I’m so happy. So happy that I could cry again”, Jungkook says and laughs, squeezing you tightly, “I want to cry, really. Thank you so much for doing this with me.”

“No thank you. I can’t believe how talented you are. Seriously Kook, you were amazing.”

“You really were”, Yoongi throws in. He just finished opening the ropes around Jungkook’s cock is now caressing the sore spots left behind. They are already healing, but Yoongi still likes to make sure that Jungkook is comfortable and well taken care of. So he runs his thumb over the reddened marks all along his balls and base of his cock, sending tingles of comfort through Jungkook’s body.

The latter fixes the position of his head so he could gaze at Yoongi, hugging you against him as he does.

“Thank you”, he says, “you have no idea how much this meant to me.”

“I do”, Yoongi assures him, “I know what it means to you, sweetheart. And I’m so proud of you for doing so, so well. This was your first time and not once did I have to stop you because you were losing control.”

“I came so far, didn’t I?” Jungkook gets out as his eyes fill with tears.

Yoongi cups his cheek, “you did and you will get even better with practice. I’m so proud of you, my bestest student.”

Jungkook whimpers softly, “I’m your bestest student?” he chokes out.

Yoongi smiles and leans down to kiss his forehead, “and my most loved too. Hear me?”

“Oh god”, Jungkook giggles while he sobs just a little, “I love you too, Yoongi.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi kisses his forehead one more time before claiming his rightful place behind you just so he can hug you and kiss your cheek. Like this, you are sandwiched between Jungkook and Yoongi, enjoying every second of it, “and you are my most loved princess. Hear me?” he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“I love you too”, you say, “and I love you too, Koo”, you add, wiggling happily.

“I love you too”, Jungkook answers you, feeling so happy that he wants to scream.

Yoongi snuggles closer, “the music was a good idea, wasn’t it?”

“It was amazing”, you praise him. 

“It really was”, Jungkook agrees. 

Yoongi smiles happily, purring contently. A few seconds pass where the three of you share comfortable silence, cuddling and hugging and feeling content. The galaxy lamp is soaking the room in colours of red, pink and purple, the music is relaxing you. 

“Boongie?” you break the silence in a whisper.

“Yes, princess?” he also whispers.

“Did you cum in your briefs?”

“Why?”

“They’re wet against my butt.”

Yoongi lets out a little hum, “maybe I did, yeah”, he huffs out air, “don’t blame me, I’m so into you two.”

You and Jungkook break into quiet, happy giggles. Yoongi joins you seconds later. Jungkook reaches over you and places his arm over Yoongi as well, pressing you both closer that way.

“We’ll just take a shower later”, he murmurs to which you and Yoongi agree with a sleepy, happy hum.

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BELONG TO YOU - one

pairing; ellie williams x fem!reader

summary; you're new on campus and ellie notices you. despite your shyness and struggles of being anti social, you can't help but fall in love with her.

warnings and tags; modern!au, college!au, dealer!ellie, reader is shy, anxiety, depression, fluff, angst, eventual smut, touch starvation, ellie has a dick in this, reader is also pretty innocent, might make a kink out of it, drug abuse, obsessiveness, love at first sight kinda thing

author's note; i folded. im finally writing for my lovely ellie and feel like this is the worst thing i have ever written lmao. i was going to write all of this in like a very long one chapter thing but i literally can't so here's what u get. not even sure if i wanna continue this but if u guys like it i might. thanks for reading, pls tell me what u think of it <3

two

You feel lost.

You’re new to this place, new to this city, new to these people. You never expected to get away from your past, awful life and you’re still not sure if you have. Because you look around and observe the people at campus, see everyone with their friend groups or romantic partners and feel so utterly alone. You always have been, always too shy to talk to someone and too awkward to hold a conversation… or a friendship. Not that anyone ever thought you were worth being friends with.

It’s always been suffocating, this loneliness, this darkness that overtakes your mind when it’s quiet and you’re alone. You get that feeling when you sit under a tree in the park on campus and watch and observe the people around you. It’s not like you’re being ignored, you would have to be acknowledged first to be ignored. But people walking past you and not giving a single fuck about your existence is somewhat hurtful. One guy even stepped on your book earlier and didn’t even apologize to you. It was closed, thankfully, but it made you keep your things closer to you, making your little bubble smaller than it already is. You take a deep breath and look away from the crowded park and back down on your notes, distracting yourself from your self deprecating thoughts.

The moment that you look down, she looks up. Ellie’s gaze only wanders over you for a split second and she was going to let her gaze go over the park and the many people that she knows and sells to. But her brain works a second later than her eyes do so she looks back to the lone figure sitting under the tree, hair spilling down as your eyes sharply go over the notebook in your hands. Ellie is mesmerized for some reason, unable to look away from you and your pretty face and your legs enveloped in bright blue jeans and your fingers tracing the words on your book and your breasts pushing up as you breath-

“Earth to Ellie? Hello? You having a stroke or something?” Her eyes break away forcefully from you to look at her friend, Dina, who is looking at her with a questioning but amused glint in her eyes. Her mouth is working faster than her brain so the question doesn’t fully register until she says it.

“Do you know who that is? The girl under the tree? Never seen her before.” Dina’s eyebrows raise at the question and she turns around to look at where Ellie’s eyes have strayed to once more. She watches you take out your pen from your bag and scribble something down on your notebook, your lips puckering as you’re writing. It’s as if you don’t realize how pretty your lips look like this, how Ellie has to restrain her mind from thinking of something totally inappropriate. She doesn’t even know you, not even your name but the way you sit there all alone and almost helplessly lonely makes something in her stir. You shouldn’t be alone when she knows how many disgusting boys are at this college, even if it’s at a park with so many people out on a sunny day.

“Yeah, she’s new, moved into the empty room at the end of our hall. Pretty sure she’s next to your room.” Dina has turned her head back around and can’t hide the little smirk that forms on her face when she sees Ellie staring. She takes another second to let her eyes linger on you, on how gorgeous you look when the sun shines down on you before she stands up. She walks towards you with confidence and determination, not even entirely sure why. You just look so pretty to her, the way you sit there and study whilst everyone else is doing anything but studying. Something in her gut and in her chest stirs when she sees you sitting alone and looking seemingly sad. She doesn't think that anyone else notices but she sees that you look a little helpless, like a lost puppy not knowing where to go.

For some reason, she wants you to go to her.

You don’t realize that someone stands in front of you until a shadow is cast over you and your book, making it difficult to see your notes. When you look up, you see a tall girl in a crew neck shirt and an unbuttoned denim work shirt over it. She’s wearing faded blue jeans and blue converse, her brown, shoulder length hair partially tied to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are pale green and piercing as she looks down on you, the gaze in her eyes so intense but looking at you with all the ease in the world. Your heart races at this, so unused to someone looking at you or approaching you. You grip your book tightly to keep yourself from getting up and running away and hope she says something before you have to.

“Hi. Mind if I sit next to you?” Her voice sounds clear as she speaks, no hesitation or doubt in the way she speaks and even stands in front of you. You’re taken aback by her question and desperately suppress the urge to ask why she wants to be next to you. You don’t know her, only remember that she lives in the room next to yours and that there’s always people coming and going out of her room. You’ve seen her recieve money at her door sometimes in exchange for… god knows what she is giving other people, you wouldn’t know. You nod slowly and try not to look overly confused at her as she sits down right next to you, the body heat she radiates so close to you that it almost throws you off. You don’t know the last time someone sat this close to you and don’t want to think further about the feeling you often feel when you watch other people hug or kiss each other or hold hands. Touch starving, that’s what the internet called it when you googled it. You know that it’s true because you do not remember the last time you hugged someone or felt physical touch in any form. You feel so embarrassed when you accidentally brush against someone in the hallways because most of the time, your body craves more of that touch.

You are unsure of what to do now with someone sitting next to you, your breath held in carefully as if the world would shatter if you breathed out. Why is she sitting next to you? Did you do something wrong? You stare down at the book in your lap but can’t really think when there’s someone, a very pretty girl actually, sitting right next to you. There’s a slight breeze that hits you from the side and it carries the girl's scent with it, earthy and lemony from something that you can’t place. You like the smell, it suits her. You turn your head slightly and see that she’s been looking at you this entire time, the gaze in her eyes studying you and a small smile formed on her lips. God, she’s so gorgeous, it truly takes your breath away. She proceeds to hold a hand out to you and you look down to it before looking back up.

“I’m Ellie.” She says and and you smile slightly at how sweet she seems, introducing herself to a complete stranger. You briefly wonder how lonely you must have looked for Ellie to approach you and try not to think about it for too long. You tell her your name, your voice a little too shaky and too unsure, as if you just came up with your own name. You put your hand into hers and dig your finger into your palm on your other hand because this much body contact is not something you are used to. Your hand is smaller than hers and it looks tiny in her bigger, warmer hand. You almost don’t want to let go because her warmth and touch make something stir in your gut, something comforting and wholesome that you don’t know if you’ve ever felt before. It takes a lot of willpower for you to break your hand away from hers, willing to let it stay in hers for as long as she would let you but you shouldn’t scare her off right away.

“So, you’re pretty new here. What’s your major?” Ellie is captivated by the girl in front of her. You are even prettier up close and Ellie has a hard time not looking at your lips constantly or your tiny hand that fits into hers twice over. You look confused and helpless, even if you try to hide it and it makes Ellie’s heart hurt a little. Why do you seem so scared of even talking to anyone? And why is Ellie so interested in you? She doesn’t know why she even came over here but the moment she saw you, every nerve in her brain only had one goal: to talk to you. You look at her with an unreadable look in our eyes and nervously brush your hair behind your ear.

“Uhm, M-marine Biology.” You feel heat rise to your cheeks at your stutter and hope she doesn’t notice it. She seems perceptive enough that she probably does but also tactful enough to not comment on it. Her eyebrows raise a little at your answer and you hope she doesn’t think it’s lame. You don’t know why you don’t want her to think you’re lame.

“Marine biology… That’s pretty cool.” Your heart does a little flip at the way she draws her words out and you can hear a slight accent in her voice. It sounds southern but it’s not that noticeable. “So, you like fish?”

The question is so silly that it takes you aback and you do something that you never do in front of other people; you giggle. You hope it doesn’t sound stupid to her because it certainly does to you and you quickly bite your lip to stop yourself. You look at her again and now have a small smile on your lips that seems to make her smile in return. She’s so incredibly attractive, the way she sits with her knees drawn up and her hair tied back and her eyes looking at you in a certain way that you can’t describe.

“Yeah, I guess I do. What’s your major?” You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for your progress on socializing but talking to someone like this is still unknown territory for you. You’re still incredibly nervous next to her and hope you don’t say something stupid.

“Fine arts. Was always interested in it, I draw a lot and I guess I’m pretty good at it… or something.” The way Ellie bashfully scratches the back of her head and blushes at the last part makes your chest feel warm, for whatever reason. She seems like an artistic kind of person, the tattoos on her arms catching your attention and wondering if she drew them herself. She must be talented, you think to yourself. How couldn’t she be with hands like hers.

You are distracted by the sound of her name being called and look towards a girl with dark hair and sharp, memorable features. She’s pretty, very pretty and looks at Ellie impatiently. You wonder if that’s her girlfriend, certain of Ellie being gay with the way she carries herself and… sits. And wears converse. Your heart hurts at that thought and you feel incredibly stupid for it. Ellie sighs next to you and gets up, looking back down at you with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, I promised my friend Dina to drive her downtown. But… Maybe you would like to see my drawings? Or just, hang out. We’re neighbors after all.” You can’t pretend that hearing her call the girl her friend doesn’t make you relieved and the small smile is on your face again as you feel better at the revelation. You don’t know if you should let news like this affect you the way they do but how could you not cling onto every detail when someone talks to you like a friend… for maybe the first time since you were a child. You nod as you stare and memorize her face, her pretty freckles captivating you.

“Yeah, I would like that.” Your voice is soft as you speak and you play with your fingers to distract yourself, swallowing as you see the way she stares down at you. Her hand reaches towards you and gently, so softly, she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. Her finger brushes over your cheek so delicately that your stomach twists at the touch and you genuinely don’t know how to keep yourself sane. Your lashes flutter softly at her touch but your eyes remain locked on hers, desperate to hear her say something else or let her touch your however she wants to.

“I’ll see you then.” Ellie pulls her finger away gently and turns around, walking towards her friend. You watch as Ellie moves further and further away from your point of view until she is not even visible but you have barely come back to your senses by then. You exhale the breath you held in and softly close your eyes, touching the cheek that she had touched so softly. The moment keeps replaying in your mind, her intense gaze not faltering for once as she looks down at you like she can do whatever she wants, like… like she owns you.

You’re embarrassed by how much you like that thought. All your life, you have been alone, your family estranged and abusive, no friends to keep you sane, your mentality and shyness not allowing you to make friends. And here comes this girl, this gorgeous, pretty, intimidating girl that just sits next to you and touches you like she’s never done anything different. She seems like the kind of person that makes you feel safe, that protects you and takes care of you. The kind of person that you belong to.

She’s a stranger. You barely know her and yet, you can’t help your thoughts. You want to belong to her.

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[hamsterclaw]

Grounded

Bangtan Christmas 2023 drabble 3 - read the rest here.

You find yourself on Earth, navigating life as a fallen angel with the help of Jungkook, who has his own problems.

Pairing: Jungkook x f! reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, depiction of depression and loneliness, mentions of blood

It feels like you’ve been asleep a long time by the time you open your eyes. 

The sky above you is an overcast sort of grey, and there’s a face looking down at you. 

Wide brown eyes, soft and worried-looking, and an aura so light and beautiful you feel warm. 

‘Are you an angel?’ you ask. 

The words feel strange in your mouth. This body feels strange, like it’s too tight to contain you. 

Instead of answering your question, the man with the beautiful aura looks even more worried. 

‘Did you hit your head?’ he asks. 

His voice is soft, with a silvery musicality to it that you like listening to. 

You realise you’re on your back, and the ground beneath you is hard and uncomfortable. 

You sit up, and realise he’s holding something out to you, soft and fluffy and clean-smelling.

‘Put this on,’ he says.

You’re confused until he slips it over your head.

‘Where are your clothes?’ he asks.

You take in the way he’s dressed and looking around, realise there are other people walking around you, all dressed like he is.

Apart from the soft garment he’s put on you, you’re bare.

What’s happened to you? 

Everything around you is too bright, too loud, and too unfamiliar.

You can’t remember where you were before this.

‘Here,’ he says. ‘I live round the corner. Do you want me to call someone for you?’

You stare at him, uncomprehending. 

He sighs. ‘Do you want money?’

Then, as you’re deciding what you want to say, he says, ‘fuck. Come with me.’

You follow him across the road, so close you bump into him when he stops to check where you are.

He stops in front of a building with doors that slide open, leads you up a narrow stairwell and unlocks a door.

He pushes it open in front of you with a murmured, ‘go in.’

You step into a small room which looks crowded with things. 

The man closes the door behind you. Then he disappears into another room.

You look at the pictures on the wall curiously. There are a few images of him, some where he’s smiling, some where he’s with other people.

There’s a chair in a corner of the room, large, soft-looking.

You curl up in it and lay your head down.

***

This time, when you wake, it’s slow, less jarring.

There’s music playing, not like anything you’ve heard before but you like it. It’s atmospheric, low, like the waiting room to ascend.

The waiting room to ascend? To where? A memory tickles at your brain, you reach for it but it’s gone.

All that’s left is the man from earlier. He looks different, he was dressed all in black but now he’s in white and grey. You can see black ink running up his arm, chasing lean muscle and veins. 

‘Do you have somewhere to go?’ 

His voice makes you sit up. 

‘Somewhere to go?’ you repeat.

‘Yeah. You can’t stay here.’

You’re so slow, this body is so slow, weighing you down.

‘I can go,’ you say, finally. You stand and look around, wondering where he wants you to go.

Then you realise the problem is more that you have nowhere to go.

But it’s not this man’s problem, despite his beautiful, light aura.

The realisation hits you like a lightning bolt. 

There’s only one place on all the realms where people are possessive about what’s theirs, where they live in tiny kingdoms of their own making.

You’re on Earth, and that must mean —-

You look down at your hands, wondering how you didn’t notice sooner. 

You’re on Earth, and you’re —— 

Human.

The smile on your face makes him blink. 

‘Thank you,’ you say, gratefully. 

You look around, identify the exit, and leave.

***

Being human is exhilarating.

It’s also terrifying.

The ground’s cold under your bare feet, the night air cool and sweet.

There are so many noises you keep turning to see. 

Voices, the rush of cars flying by, the wind.

You’re so busy looking around you don’t even realise you’ve collided with someone until you’re pushed off your feet and you find yourself on the ground.

The person who’s collided with you snaps, ‘look where you’re going!’

Before you can answer, they’re off.

You get up carefully. There’s blood running down your leg from your knee. It stings but you don’t mind.

You’ve never seen blood coming out of you before.

You guess angels aren’t used to that sort of thing.

You stop dead again, the realisation hitting you.

You’re human now, painfully so, but you were an angel. 

You’ve fallen. 

The grief makes you double over and keen. You’re acutely aware that you’re individual now, away from the fold, the consciousness.

You’re barely aware of the arm around you, leading you off the kerb, onto a set of steps.

‘Are you ok?’ 

It’s the only voice you know now, the man from earlier. 

‘Shit, you’re bleeding.’

The graze on your knee, bright and hot and painful, pulls you out of your stupor.

You blink until your vision clears. 

The man says, ‘I was going to give you some money to take with you. There’s a hostel down the street, they’ll have room.’

You look at the paper bills he’s holding out to you. He sighs, and pockets them again. 

‘Look, I’ll take you there. You shouldn’t be walking around, it’s late.’

You follow him because you don’t know what else to do.

He takes you to a sort of front entrance, talks to a bored looking person behind a counter.

Despite your grief, you’re curious. You’ve always envied humans and their arbitrary experiences that they place so much importance on.

‘What’s your name?’ he asks.

You stare at the poster next to the desk.

‘Sky,’ you say, unconvincingly. 

He raises an eyebrow, but writes it down in a book.

‘Date of birth?’ he asks. Then he sighs. ‘Never mind.’

You watch as he writes 01/09/1997.

Some money exchanges hands, he turns to you with a key dangling from his fingers. ‘It’s on the right,’ he says. 

He seems to be waiting for something, so you say, ‘thank you.’

He starts to hand you the keys, then he says, ‘I’ll see you to your room.’

On the way he glances at you. ‘I only had enough money for two nights so you’ll need to find somewhere else to stay after that.’

‘Yes,’ you say, because he looks like he’s waiting for an answer. 

He unlocks the door, pushes open a room, bare and empty, a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling.

He looks around the room, lips in a straight line. 

You say, tentatively, ‘what’s your name?’

‘It’s Jungkook,’ he tells you. 

You smile at him. ‘Thank you, for everything, Jungkook.’

He nods. He hands you the keys. His hand is warm.

He seems reluctant to leave, but he takes one last look at you and then turns to go.

It’s only after the door closes firmly behind him that you can tear your eyes away.

You sit on the chair by the tiny window. The sky is lit up with lights from city buildings, you can’t see any stars. 

You’ve never felt so small, or insignificant, or alone.

***

You wake to the door of your room opening, a high slice of light in the dark.

‘Who’s that?’ you ask, sitting up.

There’s the figure of a person, the sense of being approached.

You’re half out of bed when you’re pushed back down, rough so that you hit your head on the wall.

The person’s hot breath on your face makes your insides churn with fear. You don’t know him, but even an ex-angel like you knows danger when it’s close.

And he’s so very close, grunting, touching your skin, pushing your top up to expose more of you.

You push with your heavy but strangely ineffectual arms. 

He pins your weight on the bed with his body.

You lash out wildly, and the heel of your hand makes contact with flesh. There’s a crack, a spray of wet right on your face, an agonised scream.

You kick out and stumble into the light.

***

You wake in a different place to where you fell asleep.

You remember running until you found yourself on the steps of Jungkook’s building, with no way to get in.

You must have fallen asleep waiting. He must have found you, because now you’re back in his apartment.

‘How badly are you hurt?’ 

You sit up abruptly, wincing at the unusual sensation of a throbbing in your head.

‘I don’t know,’ you say, small.

Jungkook sighs, and his exasperation with you, now, is too much to bear.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say. You get up too quickly and the world spins.

Jungkook steadies you gently, helps you sit back down.

You realise he has a washcloth in his hand, damp.

He starts wiping your face. His hands are big, gentle.

‘You’re covered in blood, but you don’t seem hurt,’ he says, quietly.

‘I hit someone,’ you explain, remembering. ‘Someone came into my room, tried to get on top of me.’

Jungkook’s lips press into a thin line. His eyes flash with some sort of emotion you can’t read. 

All he says is, ‘do you want to get cleaned up?’

By the time you get out of his bathroom, freshly scrubbed, dressed in a set of Jungkook’s clothes, there’s a delicious smell wafting in from the direction of the kitchen.

Jungkook comes out and takes in the sight of you in his too-big t-shirt and sweats. His lips curve in what looks like the beginning of a smile.

‘When did you last eat?’ he asks.

The words come out carelessly.

‘Angels don’t need to eat like humans.’

He stops in his tracks.

‘What did you say?’

‘Angels don’t need to eat,’ you repeat.

He’s looking at you carefully now. 

‘I’m not an angel now though, not anymore,’ you clarify. ‘I’m fallen.’

Jungkook gapes at you. 

You step past him, heading for one of two bowls he’s got on his tiny kitchen breakfast counter.

‘Is this for me?’ you ask.

‘Yeah,’ Jungkook says. He’s still staring at you, but after a moment he takes the seat across from you and starts eating too.

***

Jungkook says, ‘My friend Namjoon owns a bookstore. He needs someone to help him, and he’ll pay you. It’s not much, but it’s a start.’

‘It’ll give you something to do when I’m at work,’ he adds.

Namjoon’s bookstore is nice. It’s small and there’s not a lot of room, but you like the way it’s laid out. You like the books and you also like Namjoon. He’s quiet but he has kind eyes.

Like Jungkook.

You can’t see Namjoon’s aura as clearly as you can see Jungkook’s, but you catch glimpses of it from time to time. 

At the end of a week, Namjoon presses some money into your hands.

‘Jungkook said you need to save up some money,’ he says. ‘You can come back next week.’

You look at the crisp bills in your hands and shove them into the pocket of the jeans Jungkook insisted on buying for you.

On your way home you pass the hot dog cart you’ve been walking by all week. You’re buying one for yourself when it occurs to you that Jungkook might like one too.

You hurry home with your hot snacks in your hands and let yourself into his apartment. There’s noises coming from his bedroom, so you knock and push open the door.

Only to be confronted by Jungkook’s startled face as he lifts his head from between a female stranger’s legs.

You step back quickly, murmuring apologies.

You put both hot dogs on the table. You know you probably weren’t supposed to barge in his room like that. 

You can hear Jungkook’s footsteps. 

You don’t have time to do anything but freeze.

‘Are you ok?’ he asks. He’s put more clothes on. He stops at the door to the kitchen, looking at you carefully.

‘I’m ok. I’m sorry!’ you say. Your face burns with embarrassment.

He’s looking at the hot dogs, you’re not surprised, you’ve only just met him but you know he likes food.

‘I got paid,’ you say, holding out the roll of cash Namjoon’s given you.

He smiles. You start to calm, he doesn’t seem angry with you for interrupting. 

There’s more footsteps, and the woman from Jungkook’s room appears beside him.

You apologise quickly.

You don’t even realise you’re still talking until Jungkook touches your arm.

Your eyes snap to his.

‘Thank you for the hot dog,’ Jungkook says. ‘Hyeri and I are going out tonight, ok? I won’t be back until tomorrow.’

‘Sure,’ you say, nodding vigorously. 

You’re too embarrassed to watch them leave.

***

You’re in Namjoon’s bookstore, going through a stock list, when the door opens.

You can’t stop the smile that stretches your cheeks when you realise it’s Jungkook.

‘Hey,’ he says, casual, even though he’s smiling too. ‘When’s your lunch hour?’

‘In twenty minutes,’ you tell him. 

‘You can go now if you like,’ Namjoon says, appearing from the back office. He greets Jungkook with a casual wave.

‘Come on,’ Jungkook says. ‘You like hot dogs don’t you?’

He takes you to the cart you visited the other day, buys you one with the works, the same for himself.

He looks like he’s about to sit down on the park bench by the cart when you say, ‘There’s a place I usually go.’

He looks at you holding your hot dog, and his lips curve in the beginnings of a smile. ‘Show me.’

You take him across the park, towards the lake. There’s a tiny patch of flowers blooming, yellow daffodil heads a splash of bright in the otherwise barren ground.

You hold out your hand, inviting him to sit. The bench is smaller than you’d realised, he has to shuffle up close so you both fit.

You don’t mind. He feels nice pressed against you.

Jungkook and you eat in silence.

His company is so calming, he makes what is usually a lonely lunch a totally different experience.

‘Thank you for lunch,’ you say, touching his hand.

He looks down at your hand on his. He doesn’t make any move to touch you back, just smiles.

You move your hand away. 

‘I like eating with you,’ he tells you. ‘What do you want for dinner?’

You consider this thoughtfully. ‘I like pizza,’ you suggest.

He laughs. ‘Maybe we can go to a restaurant one of these nights.’

There’s a gust of wind, and you shiver a little.

Jungkook frowns at your thin jacket. ‘You can borrow some of my clothes if you want.’

‘I borrow a lot of your clothes,’ you remind him.

‘I mean, coats,’ he says. He gets up, and you do too.

‘Don’t angels need to dress warm?’ he asks. There’s a sparkle in his eyes that tells you he’s teasing you.

‘I never worried about clothes,’ you say, honestly. 

‘Where are your wings?’

He’s still teasing you, but you feel a pang.

You’d loved your wings.

You force a smile. ‘I’d get a lot of attention walking around Earth with wings,’ you say lightly.

He’s looking at you carefully, but he doesn’t say anything else, just walks with you back to Namjoon’s bookstore.

‘In a few weeks you’ll have enough for a deposit on your own place,’ he remarks.

You will. You’d looked up listings a few nights ago. 

‘I saw another job I might apply for,’ you tell him. ‘I could do it on weekends.’

‘Sure,’ Jungkook says. ‘If you want.’

He doesn’t say anything more, just waves at Namjoon through the glass door, then walks off, down the street. 

He moves with an easy grace you love to watch.

***

You’re sitting on Jungkook’s pull out sofa bed, sketching, when he comes out with a paper bag.

He stands a little awkwardly next to you. ‘I got this for you, if it’s not your size I can exchange it,’ he tells you.

You look in the bag and pull out a puffy coat. It’s black, and it looks like it’ll fit you a lot better than Jungkook’s oversized clothes.

You run your hand over the furry inner lining. It’s so soft. You look up at him, excited.

‘Try it on,’ he urges.

You jump up and pull it on over your pyjamas. It fits perfectly.

‘I love it,’ you tell Jungkook. ‘It’s so nice.’

He doesn’t say anything, but you can tell he’s pleased at your reaction.

He reaches out, helps you zip up. His hand brushes across your breast, and he pulls away quickly.

‘Sorry,’ he says, even though you’re not bothered at all.

To cover the momentary awkwardness, you blurt out, ‘Wait. I have something for you too.’

You reach for the rucksack Jungkook’s loaned you and pull out the small wrapped package you got for him.

‘Open it,’ you urge.

You can’t wait for him to see it.

He gives you a look you can’t quite decipher as he undoes the pretty wrapping.

He lifts the lid on the box and for a moment just looks at the contents.

‘They’re wings,’ you say.

They’re a tiny crystal ornament in the shape of wings that you noticed in the shop window of the little antique furniture shop you pass on the way to Namjoon’s every day.

‘They’re pretty,’ Jungkook says quietly.

‘I got another job,’ you tell him. ‘It’s in a coffee shop near Namjoon’s store. I start this weekend.’

Jungkook lifts the crystal wings carefully out of the box, letting the light bounce off each facet.

‘It pays well,’ you say, like you would know the difference.

He’s still quiet.

‘Tell me what being an angel is like,’ he says, suddenly.

You gaze at him, unsure where to start.

‘It’s different from being human.’

He’s got the wings propped in the palm of his hand.

‘I felt less weighted before,’ you try to explain. ‘I was in more places at once but I wasn’t tethered anywhere, not like now.’

He’s laid back on the sofa bed next to you, looking up at the ceiling. 

You’re starting to realise Jungkook has his own demons.

You reach out and touch his hand. 

He doesn’t move.

You squeeze gently, and as you’re moving your hand away he lifts his hand and places it on yours.

You wonder if your touch is as calming for him as his is for you.

‘Tell me more,’ he says. He looks over at you.

So you tell him everything you know. You keep talking until his breathing’s slow and easy, until his lashes flutter whilst he dreams.

***

You’re tired today, the walk home is like wading through mud.

Cham, the manager at your cafe job, tired you out today. He finds a reason to touch you every time he passes, and his touch doesn’t calm you like Jungkook’s does.

In fact, it does the exact opposite.

Every time he brushes his hand past your ass it makes you jump. 

You’ve spent most of the day trying to keep your back against the wall.

You’re looking forward to a shower and maybe talking to Jungkook.

You can hear music throbbing through the walls as you turn into your hallway. 

The door opens before you’ve even taken your key out.

‘Hey! You must be Sky,’ says a tall guy with dark hair. 

He’s handsome, with glowy golden skin and dark brows, a straight nose and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

You smile at him.

‘I’m Taehyung,’ he says, holding out a hand for you to shake.

You walk into Jungkook’s place behind him.

There are more people inside, music playing loud, the lights dimmed.

Jungkook grins at you lazily when he sees you. He looks different, but you can’t put your finger on why.

He’s sprawled on the couch, a beer dangling from his hand.

‘You hungry, angel?’ he asks.

You’re shrugging off your coat, and his eyes linger on your chest. You look down, wondering if there’s a stain on your top.

Jungkook flicks his tongue over his lip, and there’s a heat in his gaze that makes you feel tingly.

‘I’m not hungry,’ you tell him.

‘I am,’ he says, softly.

His eyes travel down your body again, and there’s a pulse of arousal between your legs that makes your thighs squeeze together.

Jungkook’s eyes darken even more.

‘I should take a shower,’ you mumble.

Jungkook’s gaze follows you all the way to the bathroom.

You’re stepping out of the shower, drying off, when there’s a knock.

‘Hey, angel, you ok?’ Jungkook asks.

You open the door a crack. 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to your bare shoulder.

‘Teasing me?’ he asks.

You don’t understand. 

Jungkook asks, ‘Can I come in?’

You step back, acutely aware of how bare you are under the damp towel.

Jungkook reaches out, runs a finger along the line of your collarbones. 

‘Can I kiss you?’ he asks. His voice is low, there’s an undercurrent of something dangerous fizzing beneath the words.

You just know you’d like him to kiss you. 

He can’t possibly expect you to say anything but yes, can he?

You smile up at him, and he reaches out.

‘Chin up,’ he says.

As you tilt your face up, he leans in and your lips meet. 

Warmth.

His lips, firm but somehow also soft, part against yours.

You’re spinning, heart hammering in your chest as your lips meet again.

He’s leaning his head to one side so he can kiss you deeper.

When his tongue slips into your mouth you’re taken by surprise and you suck.

He groans against you, and as you feel the cool porcelain of the sink against your hip you realise he’s been walking you backwards.

His hand slips up between where the edge of the towel flaps open over your bare hip.

He kneads your skin, and you whine against his mouth.

He chuckles. ‘Needy?’

His voice is different, thick, words drawled in a lazy curl that reminds you of smoke.

His kisses are different now too, he’s plunging his tongue into your mouth in a rhythm that makes you moan helplessly in his arms.

The towel’s come undone, slipped down to drape over the sink.

Jungkook’s hand is cold as he cups one of your breasts.

‘You’re so soft,’ he says, rubbing his thumb over your exposed nipple.

You gasp, and your hips move against his.

Jungkook pulls away, leans his forehead against yours. 

His breathing’s fast, shallow. 

The hardness in his jeans presses against you, and you roll your hips against his again.

‘Easy, baby, easy,’ he says, reaching into his pocket. ‘I’ll give you what you want.’

You watch, thrilled but apprehensive, as he unzips his jeans and draws his hardened cock out.

‘Wanna put it on me?’ he asks, quirking his lips at you.

You wouldn’t know where to start but he seems to enjoy it when you touch him.

He bucks into your hand, swears against your ear.

‘I’m not gonna last if you tease me like that, baby,’ he groans.

He unrolls the rubber sheath over his cock, lifts your leg against his hip, and touches between your legs.

You cry out as his fingers explore. His thumb brushes the bud at the top of your sex, and you moan softly.

Then he’s bracing his hips against yours, entering you in a firm thrust that steals your breath.

You bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying.

He’s thick, and hard, and it hurts.

He’s moving fast, hips rocking against yours, and the pressure’s just starting to ease when he groans, deep in his chest, and grinds into you, his whole body shuddering.

His hands are still tight on your flesh, one hand pressing on your hip, the other cupping your ass.

‘Shit, did you get to —-‘

He stops dead when he sees your face, and for the first time tonight, his eyes flash with clarity.

‘Shit,’ he says, pulling himself out of you with a suddenness that makes you hiss between your teeth.

‘Shit, angel, are you ok?’

Your head’s spinning at the change.

‘Angel,’ he says, urgently now, tipping your face to his. ‘Did I hurt you?’

He’s deftly slipping off the condom, knotting it, tossing it. He braces a hand on the sink, does a double take when he sees the streak of blood.

‘Fuck, fuck,’ he swears. ‘That wasn’t your — have you done that before?’

His eyes are clearing now, his voice softening, turning into the quiet, easy, mild mannered Jungkook you know. 

He picks up the towel, wraps it around your shoulders. 

‘Get cleaned up, ok? I’m gonna get you a drink and we can talk ok?’

He’s talking fast, like he can’t wait to get away from you and whatever he saw in your expression.

You say, ‘Ok.’

He leaves, and you turn to look at your reflection in the sink.

You don’t look like anyone you recognise, least of all yourself.

***

You’re collecting an order from the kitchen to serve when your attention’s drawn to the door.

It opens and Jungkook walks in.

He looks tired, but he smiles when he sees you. 

‘Is it near the end of your shift?’ he asks.

You glance at the clock, and nod. 

‘I’ll stay, ok, and walk you back home?’ he asks.

Your shift ends in ten minutes but it seems like hours. There’s a nervous fluttering in your belly as you change into street clothes and bid goodbye to the kitchen.

Jungkook’s waiting by the streetlamp, bundled up in a coat and a beanie, breathing puffs of white.

Last night, after the bathroom, you’d fallen asleep in Jungkook’s bed before he’d returned, despite the thumping music. You’d woken to see him in bed next to you, facing you but not touching you.

Jungkook looks beautiful to you always, but more so when he’s asleep.

You’d woken up, slipped out of bed, and gone to work without waking him.

And now he’s beside you, walking you home in the cold.

You’re almost home before either of you speak.

‘Are you ok?’ he asks, as you round the corner onto your street.

‘I’m fine, Jungkook,’ you answer.

‘I was worried that I hurt you yesterday,’ he says.

There’s a mixture of emotions in his face, you think you can see guilt, concern. You focus on his aura instead, it’s bright and beautiful as it ever was.

He hurt you but he would never want to hurt you. You know this. You don’t doubt it.

‘I’m ok, Jungkook,’ you say, and he scoffs a little.

‘You’re too nice to me, angel.’

‘You’re the one who’s too nice,’ you reply. You nudge him in the ribs, and he flinches like you really hurt him, but there’s a smile curving his lips now.

‘I am too nice,’ he agrees. ‘That’s what everyone says about me.’

‘Is that what Hyeri said?’ you ask, innocently. ‘What about Iseul? Or Minju?’

‘Shut up,’ he says, rolling his eyes. 

You’ve reached the front entrance of Jungkook’s building.

He reaches for the door, pauses with his hand on the handle.

‘I’m sorry I hurt you, angel.’

He glances at you.

You want to tell him he didn’t need to apologise to be forgiven, but you don’t know if he would understand how you see him.

‘It’s ok, Jungkook,’ you tell him. ‘I know you didn’t mean to.’

He pulls open the door, ushers you in out of the cold.

***

You’re playing a video game with Jungkook where you’re trying to select which character to be.

You’re frowning over the options when Jungkook, who’s already chosen an aggressive looking horned creature, turns to you.

‘You remind me of this one,’ he says, reaching for your controller, picking a character with a mushroom hat.

You’re indignant. 

‘They’re very oddly shaped,’ you point out.

‘But cute,’ he returns.

You can’t help but laugh.

Jungkook leans over and kisses the tip of your nose so quickly you don’t realise until he’s settled back where he was.

You stare at him and he says, pulling his beanie down low over his brow, ‘Stop looking at me like that or I’ll kiss you again.’

You turn away quickly. 

You sneak another glance at him and catch him looking at you, what looks like regret in his eyes.

‘I’m sorry,’ he tells you.

He’s apologised so many times since that night you’ve lost count.

You say, like you always do, ‘It’s ok, Jungkook.’

You turn back to the screen, and Jungkook hits play.

***

Jungkook’s quiet today, some days he doesn’t talk, just sits still like there’s a weight on him, stopping him from moving.

You’ve noticed that on days like this sometimes he doesn’t eat, either. Even rolling a joint seems like too much hard work.

You’ve worked out he doesn’t mind your company on days like this, doesn’t mind you going about your day around him. 

You make him a mug of tea and place it next to him, put on the TV and start sketching.

You startle when he speaks.

His voice is raspy, like it hurts.

‘Tell me about what you miss,’ he says.

You’ll talk about anything if it helps him.

You put your sketchbook aside, and start talking.

When your own voice cracks, he passes you the cold tea. 

He lays down, head in your lap, and you stroke his hair back from his face as you talk.

He cries himself to sleep.

You’re with him, but you know he’s facing his troubles alone. 

***

Jungkook asks, ‘What did you get?’

You’d gone shopping after work today, picked up a couple things from a department store.

You say, ‘nothing.’

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. ‘Yeah? Nothing that you put in a bag?’

You shrug. ‘Why do you want to know?’

‘I didn’t, but now I do. Why won’t you tell me?’

He pretends to reach for the bag, and you tuck it behind your back.

‘It’s just underwear,’ you tell him. 

You pour yourself a drink, drink it, put your glass in the sink, and turn around to see him staring at you. 

‘What?’ you ask, embarrassed.

His voice comes out a higher pitch when he asks, ‘What kind of underwear?’

‘That’s private,’ you say, nodding sagely. 

‘You’ve seen all my clothes,’ Jungkook points out.

‘Yeah even that weird harness,’ you say, and now Jungkook’s the one blushing.

‘It’s not a ——‘ he cuts himself off.

‘Can I see?’

‘Why do you want to?’

‘I don’t know why,’ he says. ‘I’m only torturing myself.’

You wonder what he means. 

‘Hey, do you want to go out tonight?’ he asks, changing the subject. 

‘Sure. Where?’

‘Taehyung’s got tickets to this gig downtown,’ Jungkook replies. 

You don’t really know what a gig is but you like going places with Jungkook.

By the time he’s ready, you’ve almost fallen asleep on the sofa bed.

The way he looks makes you wake all the way.

His hair’s carelessly rumpled, silver glinting in his ears and lip. He’s dressed all in black, as is usual for him, in a shirt that’s loose enough to show his collarbones, sleeves short so you can see his tattoos.

He takes a long look at you in your short black dress, and you tug at the hem of your skirt self-consciously.

‘Do I look ok, for a gig?’ you ask.

‘You look pretty,’ he says. ‘Wait.’

He disappears back into his room, comes back with a delicate looking chain.

‘Here.’

You lift your hair out of the way so he can fasten the necklace around your neck. The flat silver disc pendant lands between your collarbones.

Jungkook presses his thumb over it, and your breath quickens.

‘Sometimes these gigs can be a little crowded,’ Jungkook says. ‘If we get separated, just wait near the bar for me, ok?’

‘Sure,’ you say. Your voice comes out a little high, driven by his proximity, the way his fingers are still draped loosely on your shoulder.

Jungkook puts on his jacket, helps you with yours. His silver rings tap against the light switch as he turns out the lights.

***

You’re not sure what you think about the band playing at this gig, but Jungkook and his friends are fun.

Taehyung, dressed in red sequins and black leather, buys you a drink that tastes so good you’ve drunk most of it before you realise that it’s also making your head spin.

You’re ok, though, you feel great with the way Jungkook’s got you tucked into his side, so close that his belt’s pressed against your back.

He doesn’t touch you often, hasn’t touched you much since that time in his bathroom, so you’re not sure why he’s touching you so much tonight.

You like it. It occurs to you that you can touch him too.

You slide an arm around his hips, under his jacket, and he leans down, breath tickling your ear.

‘I like that,’ he tells you, gaze hot as he looks down the neck of your dress.

‘I like it too,’ you tell him.

There’s a steady heat building in you, warming your cheeks and ears, and you feel an urge to press your lips to his skin.

‘Do you know what you’re doing, angel?’ Jungkook asks softly.

His words, gently spoken, cut through your lust fuelled haze.

What are you doing?

Jungkook’s helped you with everything since you fell, taken you in, fed you, clothed you, treated you with a kindness you didn’t earn.

You don’t even know what you have to offer him in return, apart from holding him on his down days, telling him stories about a realm you remember less and less each day. 

He could sleep with any girl in this place, if he wanted.

Feeling cold all over, you let go of him.

‘I need the bathroom,’ you mumble. 

You force a smile, turn away, search for the distinctive signs.

You splash water on your face, stare at yourself in the grimy sink, and think about your existence now. 

Tears fill your eyes, threaten to fall, but you blink them back.

You want to think but the walls swirl a little even when you’re completely still.

You sigh and leave the bathroom, look around for Jungkook and his friends.

There’s a familiar voice, you turn and smile automatically before you realise it’s not Jungkook.

It’s Cham, your boss from your diner job.

He smiles at you, friendly. ‘Hey, you ok?’

‘I’m good,’ you say, letting him pull you into a hug.

He kisses your cheek in greeting, pulls away but stays close.

‘You here with friends?’ he asks.

‘Yeah,’ you say. The room’s still swirling, but your legs seem steady enough.

‘Come meet my friends,’ he says.

Cham takes your arm, lets you lean on him as he leads you.

The band’s started up again, the steady drumbeat throbbing through your head as you follow Cham.

‘Hey, where are you going?’

Jungkook’s voice.

You can’t stop the way your whole body relaxes when you turn and see Jungkook.

Something in your expression makes him frown.

‘Angel?’ 

You pull away from Cham, step closer to Jungkook. 

‘This is Cham, from the diner,’ you say, so relieved to see Jungkook you could cry again.

‘This is Jungkook,’ you say, turning to Cham.

‘You guys together?’ Cham asks.

Jungkook’s face hardens a bit. ‘Yeah. We’re together.’

‘I’ll see you at work, then, Sky.’

Cham disappears through the throng of people before you can say goodbye.

‘Where were you going with him?’ Jungkook asks.

‘He wanted me to meet his friends,’ you tell him.

Jungkook looks exasperated. ‘Did you even want to meet his friends? It didn’t seem like you did.’

You can’t deny it.

Jungkook sighs. ‘You should’ve just told him you were here with your boyfriend.’

You aren’t keeping up.

‘My boyfriend?’

‘Yeah, me, Taehyung, Namjoon. You could have told him any one of us was your boyfriend.’

Jungkook watches realisation dawn on your face.

‘You can say ‘no’, angel. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.’

Now you feel naive, silly, inexperienced.

Tears threaten to spill again.

Jungkook sighs. ‘Come on, let’s go home.’

***

You’ve never made pancakes before but you figure this is a special occasion.

By the time Jungkook enters the kitchen, lured by the smell of pancakes and coffee, you’ve set out two plates and arranged the food on the tiny kitchen island.

He yawns, hair half sticking up, half matted to his face, crease marks on his temple.

‘I made pancakes!’ you chirp, too excited to remember he’s never been a morning person.

Jungkook blinks at you, lips tugging into a smile. ‘What’s the occasion?’

‘I signed the lease on that studio,’ you announce.

At the surprised look on his face, you hasten to add, ‘Namjoon read through it with me.’ 

Jungkook takes the plate you offer him.

‘I didn’t want to bother you, you’ve been busy, right?’

Jungkook seems to realise you’re waiting for a response. 

‘Yeah. It’s great that you signed. When do you move out?’

‘In two weeks,’ you tell him. You hesitate. ‘It’ll be good for me to be out of your hair.’

‘Yeah,’ Jungkook agrees. ‘You need your own place.’

He smiles at you fully for the first time. ‘Congratulations, angel.’

‘I’m going to miss you,’ you say. 

The words come out, hang in the air between you.

Jungkook says, ‘I’ve kind of got used to you hanging around. Especially if you can make pancakes like this.’ 

‘You can come over for pancakes when I move in,’ you say brightly.

Jungkook smiles but doesn’t say anything.

***

Jungkook finishes the last of his dinner, sets his cutlery down.

The popping reverberating through your window suddenly makes you jump in alarm.

There’s a shower of pinks and purples streaking through the dark.

You’re amazed, rushing over to the window. ‘What’s that?’

You turn to Jungkook to find he’s joined you at the window.

‘It’s fireworks, angel, haven’t you seen them before?’

You startle again at the series of cracks and pops, step back into Jungkook’s chest.

He leans down, close, says, ‘They’re not going to hurt you. Want to go outside and take a look?’

You grab your coats, shove your feet into your sneakers, and head out with Jungkook.

Jungkook takes you up through the street of nightclubs and bars, to a spot high up where he says you’ll be able to see better. 

‘Here,’ he says, stopping by a walkway that crosses two dual carriageways. 

You’re distracted by the cars speeding by under your feet, so he touches your cheek. 

‘Look up, angel.’ 

He rests his forearms on the railing, the press of his upper arm reassuring against yours as the pops and cracks start again, amplified now that you’re out in the open. 

You laugh as the night sky lights up in colour. ‘They’re beautiful!’ you exclaim, turning to Jungkook. 

Jungkook’s looking up at the sky, smiling himself, the fireworks casting him in purple and red. 

He’s beautiful too, and you feel a surge of longing for him so acute you realise you’re holding your breath. 

Jungkook glances over at you. His lips part as though he’s going to say something, probably to tease you and remind you to look up. 

You’re not expecting him to lean over and kiss you, but that’s exactly what he does. 

His lips are sweet, and warm. He closes his eyes, tilts his head to kiss you deeper. His hand slides into the small of your back, under your jacket, steadying you when you grasp at his upper arms. 

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. 

‘I’m glad I met you, angel,’ he says. 

You open your eyes, but he’s kissing you again, soft and sweet, sending heat and electricity through your veins, and you find that whatever you had to say falls away. 

***

Jungkook’s palm is cool against yours as you hold his hand on the walk back home. 

‘Ouch,’ he complains, ‘you’re hurting my hand.’ 

You loosen your grip before you realise he’s just teasing you again. 

Jungkook laughs. ‘You can’t believe everything you hear, angel, especially when I’m not around all the time.’ 

His words make you feel a pang of sadness. 

‘I’ll still see you even after I’ve moved out, won’t I?’ you ask, tentative. 

‘Maybe,’ Jungkook says. 

You’re thinking about this when he laughs again and taps under your chin. 

‘Of course we’ll see each other, you don’t have any other friends after all.’ 

Somehow that doesn’t make you feel any better. 

Jungkook stiffens suddenly, drops your hand as you approach his apartment. 

You follow his gaze curiously. 

A smartly dressed older man and woman are standing outside his door. 

Jungkook greets them both with hugs and a smile, but there’s a tension in his shoulders that you’ve never seen before. 

The couple look at you curiously, and Jungkook says, voice neutral, ‘These are my parents, angel. Abeoji, eomeoni, this is my friend, Angel.’ 

Jungkook’s parents greet you politely but you can feel Jungkook’s discomfort rising. 

You’ve seen plenty of human interactions in your short time in this realm, and there’s a dynamic here that you can’t unpick, apart from to know that Jungkook’s upset. 

You reach out, touch his arm. ‘Namjoon wanted to meet up and talk about my lease, I should go and meet him,’ you say. 

You don’t know if it’s your touch or your words, but he calms visibly. 

‘I’ll call you when I’m free?’ he suggests. 

‘Sure,’ you say, smiling. 

You nod politely at Jungkook’s parents and leave them to it. 

***

Your phone never rings that night at Namjoon’s because Jungkook comes to pick you up.

He looks tense, tired, as you open the door, but he smiles when he sees you.

‘Are you ok, Jungkook?’ you ask.

You step into his embrace so naturally it feels like puzzle pieces locking into place. 

Jungkook leans into you, buries his face in your hair.

‘Better now,’ he mumbles, muffled. ‘Let’s go home.’

Back at his apartment he tugs off his jacket, hangs it up, kicking his shoes off. 

You’re already setting up your bed on the couch when he comes out, in the soft t-shirt he sleeps in, hair rumpled. 

He’s washed his face, and he looks oddly young like this. 

‘Want to watch TV?’ you ask, moving over, making room for him. 

He sits next to you, hand landing on yours. Before he can pull away, you reach out and knit your fingers with his. 

He’s hurting, you don’t know why but you’ve always been able to see it. 

Jungkook leans into you, head on your shoulder, face in your neck. Up close like this, his shoulders are too broad for you to get your arms around, so you cup his cheek instead. 

‘What am I going to do without you?’ he mumbles into your skin. 

You’re not sure you’ve heard correctly but you don’t think it matters. 

When he lifts his face to yours, you kiss him. 

He’s gentle, lips against yours with a tenderness that makes your skin light up. 

He keeps his eyes closed, so you close yours too, draw him closer to you as you kiss. 

He’s heating you from the outside in, making your skin heat, your blood thrum in your veins as his lips and hands mould to the shape of you. 

The weight of him presses you into the couch but it’s not more than you can bear. 

His hips fit in between your thighs, and you can feel his hardness over your centre. 

You murmur his name, and he groans. 

‘I don’t want to hurt you, angel,’ he says. 

‘I know,’ you say, and you do know it, with his chest pressed against yours like this, the feel of his heart pounding under your hands as you touch him. 

When he undoes his jeans, you’re ready. 

His eyes are open now, intent on your face as he nudges into you, slow. 

‘More,’ you say, and he groans again, pushes in until you’re hip to hip, chest to chest, his mouth on yours, swallowing your cries as he moves. 

You’re curled around him like he’s curled around you, rocking into you, setting the pace. 

Inside you the pleasure ramps up so quickly you’re breathless, gasping his name. 

‘I’ll get us there, angel,’ he promises, mouth near your ear now, lifting your thigh to his hip, changing the angle of his thrusts, driving you higher and higher with every movement. 

You wrap your arms around him, hands over the muscles of his back flexing as he moves strongly inside you. 

‘Jungkook?’ you cry. 

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I’ve got you.’ 

You cry his name again as your pleasure crystallises, and he keeps going, pulling more pleasure out of you even as you’re pulsing around him. 

He’s panting now, hips circling, slowing down, spilling warmth inside you, pulling you closer, tight against him as he comes. 

He pulls your duvet up over the both of you, cocooning you both under its warmth. 

‘Let’s stay here,’ he says. ‘Stay with me.’ 

So you do. 

***

It’s been two weeks since you moved into your own place, started building your own life, without Jungkook.

You’re thinking of him this morning when you wake up. It’s cold outside, you can see grey and snow, bare trees in the park outside your window.

You wonder whether he’s awake yet. He never used to wake up this early but lately he’d been joining you for breakfast.

There’s a knock at your door and somehow you know it’s him.

You’re already smiling when you open it.

He’s smiling too, wrapped in a huge puffy jacket, flushed from the cold.

He takes in your pyjamas, raises a brow.

‘I wondered where those were,’ he says, but he’s smiling so hard you know he doesn’t mind.

His aura shines, bright and beautiful as ever.

Blinding.

‘I brought pancakes,’ he says, holding up the brown paper bag he came with.

‘What’s the occasion?’ you ask.

‘It’s Christmas,’ he says. ‘And I missed you.’

You reach out and take his hand. 

His lips brush your cheek sweetly.

You let him in.

©hamsterclaw 2023

#bangtan christmas #bangtan christmas 2023 #jungkook fic #bts smut #jungkook smut

[buckyalpine]

Catch Me If You Can 3/3

Mob!Bucky x Single mom Police officer reader

Warnings: 

I really like this AU so while this is the final part, BUT I will write stuff for these two here and there (like the proposal and so much more I have in my head for them) 

Part 1

Part 2

- 

Your heart stopped as you stood near the door, hearing the conversation between your son and Bucky. The rest of what they were saying was drowned out with a dull buzz filling your ears, all your emotions coursing through your body all at once. 

Dad.

A word Jordan had resented all is life, only associating the term with a man who wanted nothing to do with him. Dad meant loneliness, fear, abandonment, abuse. 

Dad was something he never had an interest in. 

No one you had ever dated in the past was worthy of being in Jordan’s life, something you put first whenever you went out. Not one person had made it even close to meeting him let alone standing in as a father figure to him. You soon accepted that your life would be just you and him until he grew up and had his own family as well.

But now?

Dad.

And Bucky, of all people. 

You didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until you felt a drop slip onto your collarbone, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth and rushing to your bedroom, shutting the door. You buried your face in your hands, your heart twisting at the thought of how safe your son must have felt around Bucky. How he loved spending time with the mob boss, never wanting to leave, feeling like he was at home more and more each day. 

He wasn’t the only one. 

-

It wasn’t shock that Bucky felt. 

It was pain.

Pain that he saw Jordan as his own but couldn’t take on that role. 

Pain where whenever he spent time with either of you, he’d never want it to end, finding any excuse under the sun to get you to stay. 

But how could he feel all that when you were both from two different worlds, one where the two couldn’t mix. 

If only. 

“I think you should ask mama bear how she’d feel about that” Bucky softly ruffled his hair while Jordan made a thinking face before nodding to himself. He was well aware that uncle Bucky wasn’t exactly in the all clear but he wasn’t blind either. You definitely used less no-no words when talking about Bucky. You’d mumble something occasionally, but he caught the little smile that graced your lips, often rolling his eyes when you’d try to wipe it off immediately after. 

“I don’t think she wants to arrest you anymore but I can’t make any promises. Mommy takes her job very seriously” Jordan downed the rest of his juice while Bucky chuckled, nodding his head. 

“Mama is very good at her job, she puts away the bad guys”

“But you’re a good guy” Jordan shrugged, continuing to work on his homework, hoping to revisit the topic later. 

As soon as Jordan was ready for bed and tucked in, you went down to the kitchen for a late night snack, book in hand with your silk robe tied around your body. You figured everyone had gone to sleep, allowing yourself to lounge in something that made you feel good, the outfit on the racier side. You set your mug down on the marble counter top, popping a strawberry into your mouth and opening your book, too engrossed in the story to hear the footsteps that padded down the hall. 

Bucky blinked as soon as he walked in the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you. Wrapped in silk. Your lips stained with sweet berry juice. Your plush thighs on full display. In his kitchen. Where he could bend you over the counter-

He mentally flicked himself in the ear, letting out a cough to announce his presence, hoping some blood would flowback to his brain before you shot his dick off. Your eyes flicked up, your heart jolting at the sight of a very shirtless Bucky, his t-shirt slung over his shoulder, joggers riding low on his hips. Sweat glistened off his tan skin, the veins on his forearms prominent from the workout he just had. 

“Thought everyone was asleep” You wrapped your roble a little tighter around yourself, ignoring the butterflies that rabidly bounced around your stomach, willing your eyes to look away from the dark trail of hair on his stomach that lead right down to his-

“Couldn’t sleep” Bucky broke you out of your filthy train of thoughts as he walked to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and debating on dumping it on his head to calm himself down. “I had an interesting conversation with the little one” He murmured, taking a swing from the water bottle, struggling to take his eyes off the way you fit so perfectly in his home, so pretty in silk, the type of thing he’d want to come home to everyday-

“I heard” You nodded, taking a long sip of tea, trying to calm your racing heart.  Everything about him was perfect, except for the fact that his entire being was dedicated to a life of crime. While Jordan didn’t tell you about his request to call Bucky something different, he did talk your ear off about uncle Steve and Bucky’s motor bike collection. “Didn’t realize you’d all be so good with kids”

Bucky chuckled, equally surprised with himself over how easy it was for him to move with Jordan. It came naturally. He’d thought about having a family before but this was the first time he saw himself as a father-

Stop.

You’re not his dad. 

“Again, I’m part of the mob sweets, not a monster. Family comes first” 

You hummed, before continuing, “So how did that conversation go?” 

“Asked him what his pretty mama would think” Bucky tossed you a charming smirk which you rolled your eyes to, biting down hard on your lip to keep from smiling. 

“In those exact words Barnes?” 

“It’s definitely what I was thinking” Bucky shrugged while you took another swing of tea to stifle a giggle. Neither of you said anything else, quietly continuing what you were doing unable to look each other in the eye. Jordan sat at the top of the stairs, smacking his forehead before trudging back to bed. Clearly he wasn’t the only one who adored his mommy. 

Something about that night had changed things. You still maintained that the nature of your relationship was strictly because of Jordan's safety and nothing else. You’d even once jokingly cuffed Bucky, much to his surprise, his eyes growing wide when he found himself pinned against the wall, caught off guard with how swiftly you were able to hold him down. 

He felt goosebumps erupt over his skin when you teasingly whispered his rights before uncuffing him and twirling the metal in your hands. Jordan found it hilarious, while Bucky was left a babbling mess, insisting he let you arrest him and that you’d never actually be able to disarm him so easily if he fought back. 

In fact, he even insisted you try again.

And again.

And again.

Steve once had to slowly pull Jordan away, distracting him with another kinder egg, worrying your latest arrest would turn into something else, watching Bucky’s pupils dilate with the clink of the cuffs wrapping around his wrist. He also noticed the way you smirked, your hands lingering on him for longer than necessary for a lawful arrest. 

- 

“You like my mom” 

Bucky’s eyes shot up, staring at the little thing that was sprawled out on the office floor, putting together Lego’s, the mop of dark hair popping up and staring directly at him. 

“What?”

“You like mommy, your face does that pink thing whenever your near her, even when she tries to put you in jail. Have you no shame” 

Steve cackled from the corner, while Bucky stood like a fish gaping out of water, his cheeks blushing heavily again. 

“You’re doing it right now” Jordan narrowed his eyes while Bucky helplessly tried to make his face less pink, the color only getting worse. “You like her” 

Well, the little devil spawn wasn’t wrong, there was no doubt Bucky was harboring a school boy crush on you, growing worse each day.

“And she likes you” Jordan stated, “so what are you going to do about it” He set down the Lego pieces and crossed his arms over his chest, making it clear he wasn’t going to let Bucky weasel his way out of this. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, realizing he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought while your son continued to stare at him. 

“J, it’s complicated, it’s hard for your to understand- your mom- and me- she-”

“I’m sure it takes a real Sherlock to understand why mommy doesn’t want to date her sworn enemy” Jordan dead panned, giving Bucky another pointed look, not needing anyone to break down for him why there was so much unspoken tension between you two. 

His mom was a police officer.

She followed the rules.

She respected the law.

Bucky didn’t follow the rules. 

The law meant nothing to him. 

You weren’t exactly a match made in heaven.

But Jordan wasn’t blind to the way you also got giggly around Bucky no matter how hard you tried not to. It wasn’t often he saw his mama looked so happy and relaxed. If his favorite new uncle made you swoon, who was he to stand in the way of true love and getting a new daddy. 

“You like her. She likes you. Right?” 

“Okay so it’s not complicated” Bucky huffed while Jordan nodded, expecting uncle Bucky to walk over to you right that instant and profess his feelings out in the open. “But I don’t think I fit into her life like that though kid” He tried but Jordan wasn’t having any of it. 

“Ugh, but she has no life!" Jordan rolled his eyes while Steve wheezed, watching Bucky single handedly get taken down by someone that was a quarter of his size. “All she used to do is work and help me with homework and complain about you” He got up from his place on the floor and sat in the office chair opposite to Bucky. “And she still complains about you but now she giggles in between and she doesn’t call you that word that rhymes with mother tucker”  

“What does she call me now” Bucky’s curiosity piqued while Jordan scrunched his nose. 

“Welllll, why don’t’cha get yourself arrested again and see what she says” He kicked his feet innocently, looking at the mob boss in the eye, “Uncle Steve, he’s blushing again” Jordan shot out an accusatory finger while Steve howled, giving your son a high five. 

“That’s my little man, you tell him” 

“I’m trying to but he’s still sitting here drinking expensive spicy apple juice” 

“You know too much for your age” Bucky rubbed his temples, torn between what his next steps would be and actually considering Jordan’s advice to have you cuff him. 

What he wouldn’t do to have your hands on-

“You don’t know enough” Jordan countered, plucking the juice box he left on the table, taking a long sip, happy to have his uncle Steve as an ally. 

All it took was a threatening phone call from your ex’s sister for Bucky to get you to stay even longer on his insistence. He didn’t care that she lived in an entirely different continent or that she was a delusional loon; he’d use any excuse possible to keep you near by. 

“James, she lives in another country-

“Doesn’t matter”

“I’ve already stayed a month!”

“Stay another”

“But-

“No” 

You didn’t like that your feelings were getting harder and harder to contain, your moral compass going haywire, trying to figure out what to do. Seeing Bucky with Jordan pained you the most. Your baby boys eyes would light up as soon as he’d hear the mob boss walk through the door, your heart swelling each time you saw Bucky parading around the house, carrying him on his shoulders. Steve, Sam and Peter didn’t help either, the three of them taking care of Jordan just as much as you did when they weren’t off on illegal shady antics, their line of work as wholesome and innocent as your son when he claimed he only had one kinder egg.

Bald faced liars, all of them. 

You felt loved, safe and alone at the same time, conflicted over which direction to follow, your heart screaming to just look the other way at the wrong things he did. But that wasn’t the job. That wasn’t what you stood for. You took an oath to protect innocent lives and accepting full on gang activity didn’t align with that. 

Did it? 

Though Jordan wasn’t having any of it either, noticing more and more tension building between the both of you, more longing glances and lingering touches each time you were near one another. 

If neither of you were going to do anything about it, he’d have to take matters into his own little hands. 

Like tonight. 

You found it strange that Jordan had insisted on only going out with Steve, Sam and Peter, your little one usually following Bucky around the most. He insisted he was perfectly fine with only going with these three, also throwing in that uncle Bucky was very very busy with lots of meetings, therefore couldn't join them for the movie they were going to see. You were hesitant at first but he gave you little room for argument. 

“Jordan, the screen here is literally bigger than the movie theater anyway-

“But moooommy, pleeaaseeee?” He gave you his best puppy eyes and pout, something he seemed to perfect from his latest idol, jumping on you when you finally agreed, though not trusting why Sam, Steve and Peter looked equally giggly and guilty. They left for the day, giving you a night to relax in the quiet mansion. 

You decided to pamper yourself, taking advantage of the large tub in the guest bathroom, filling it up with essential oils and bath salts, letting out a content sigh feeling the hot water ease your muscles. You stayed there till the water felt cold, rinsing off and toweling off. You moisturized and slipped on one of your nicer silk robes, figuring you could wear your pj’s later when you actually went to bed.

Not like anyone was home now anyway. 

You went down to the kitchen to grab some tea before heading back to your room, curious to find the office door cracked open; typically closed when Bucky was working. 

Was he working? 

“I see you’re busy” You poked your head into Bucky’s dimly lit office to find him lounging with a book, sipping on dark amber liquid, wearing a soft tshirt and joggers, clearly the opposite of busy with lots and lots of meetings. 

You’d have a word with your little one later. 

“Where did everyone go” Bucky cocked an eyebrow at the surprisingly silent house, mentally holding himself back as you stepped into his office in your robe again, desperately wanting to pounce on you. his eyes lingered on you, swallowing thickly noting he couldn’t see your sleep shorts from under the robe, were you wearing nothing underneath- 

“My baby was an angel before he met you” You shook your head at your sons sneaky work of finding a way to get you and Bucky together alone. “He said you were busy today and then took off with your henchmen, they’ve been out for hours” 

“Smart kid” Bucky snorted, secretly proud of the little mob boss in the making, though you’d probably serve his head on a platter if you heard his thoughts. “Want a drink?” He held up his glass, getting up to grab you one as well, dropping a few ice cubes in the crystal. 

You bit your lip as you approached him, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell you felt like you had been doused in lava, your heart beating a mile a minute with the thick tension that hung in the air. A drink meant nothing; he offered it to you because he was polite. You’d have your drink and then your ass right back to your room because if you waited there a second longer, with him in those fitting sweats- 

“You look very busy yourself, officer” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, nodding at your clothing, or lack thereof, shamelessly letting his eyes wander up and down your body while he handed you the glass, clinking it with yours before taking a long drag. 

“Hmm, took advantage of the peace and quiet and clawfoot tub” You licked the drop of whiskey that clung to your lips, letting the burn distract your brain yelling at you to run while your heart wrapped bricks around your ankles, keeping you in place. “It was nice. I’ll miss it when we go back home” 

You threw the last bit out there as a reminder for yourself; none of this was forever. All good things would have to come to and end at some point. Bucky felt his stomach drop at the thought; each day he’d find any excuse he could to have you stay just one extra day.

Just one extra day to bicker with you.

One extra day to spend with the little one.

One extra day to get on your nerves.

One extra day to spend with the family he’d always thought he’d have one day. 

“You don’t have to go any time soon” Bucky whispered, unsure if he wanted you to hear those words, taking a step closer to you, “Stay...a little longer?” 

“You say that a lot, I might just end up staying forever” You let out a breathless laugh, feeling the warmth of the alcohol relax your muscles, giving into the pull you felt towards him. 

“Would that be so bad?” He smirked but the inside of him was on his knees, begging for a chance, just one. 

“It-it would-” you couldn’t find the words, stumbling over them, getting lost in the baby blues gazing down at you, his eyes darting between yours and your lips. You didn’t realize you were leaning in, your body following what it needed, morals and ethics be damned. 

“I know its not just me” Bucky whispered, hesitantly putting his hand on your waist to pull you closer, wanting to feel your soft lips on his, hug you and cuddle you, make you his. He didn’t want just one night, he wanted this for life. “Tell me you feel the same way” 

You felt your throat tighten, your body tensing in his hold as he rested his forehead against yours, your nose bumping against his. He held you even closer to him, your hands gripping onto his shirt feeling his warm breath gently fan onto your face, his lips just brushing against yours, just as soft as you’d imagined they’d be. You nearly gave into him, pulling away at the last second, tears rolling down your cheeks.  

“What’s wrong, doll”

“We can’t-” You shook, hanging your head, overwhelmed over what all of this entailed, what this would mean to you, what you would do if this didn’t work, your baby boy came first- 

“We can” Bucky cupped your cheeks, breaking you away from your spiral, swiping away the tears that fell, “We can baby, I promise we can” 

“How- how do we make this work James, we come from two different worlds” You tried to reason with him but again this was more to yourself; how could you drop your entire life for this, risk everything for something so uncertain even though your heart yearned for it. 

“Princess, I will show you everything, every damn thing under my name, I know it’s not perfect, but just let me show you. All of it. No secrets from you, not one. I promise, I won’t hurt you, not your baby, I care about you. I care about you both” 

“James-”

“Just give me a chance”  His grip around your waist tightened, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close, bringing one hand to cradle your face, tilting it to look up at him. “C’mon sweets, you’ve been chasing after me for ages” He smirked against your lips, kissing them softly. “Now you got me” 

“Then we take things slow” You stated firmly, pressing your finger into his chest, “and no funny business Barnes” You swatted his hand away when he trailed them to the hem of your robe, brushing your bare thigh making goosebumps erupt all over your skin. He chuckled at the pointed look you gave him, trying and failing at hiding how turned on you were. “And Jordan can’t know yet” His face softened, nodding in agreement, understanding where you were coming from.  

“Just me and you” He kissed you again, gentle and sweet, a promise of taking things your way, baring his heart and soul to you in any way you asked. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to claim you in every way, make you his at the alter if you let him, be a daddy to your baby boy. He’d wait as long as you needed. 

“Just me and you”  

-

Steve and Sam had easily put two and two together as soon as they got back home, noting their boss was smiling like an idiot to himself most of the time, a stark contrast from his signature grumpy scowl. They never said anything, but they did pride themselves as being part o the reason this happened; after all they were the ones who conspired with your little one to get you two alone. 

If Bucky was sweet before, he was tooth rottingly adorable now but only when it was just the two of you. You didn’t dare breathe a word to Jordan, not wanting to give him false hope if things didn’t work out. Truthful to his word, he came clean about everything. With each of his confessions, the world turned into different shades of grey instead of black and white. 

Nothing he did was legal. 

Nor was it hurting those who were innocent.

Your dead beat of an ex had a clean criminal record and was a standup citizen until it came to being a father and decent human being. Your son hardly thought twice about him. Bucky had killed more people than fingers on your hands but Jordan adored him. 

When it was just the two of you, Bucky turned into a teddy bear, constantly kissing and hugging you, romantic as ever when he got the chance. He’d send the cooks away so he could make dinner, run you a bath when you had a long day, massage your feet while you sat on his desk in his office. He’d be on calls, the phone resting between his shoulder and ear while his calloused fingers would work at your toes, gently rubbing and pressing the aches out, before massaging up your calves. As soon as you heard the patter of little feet down the hall, you’d hop off and slink away, hiding the smile on your face when your son would take your place instead, plopping himself in Bucky’s office noting he was blushing again for some reason. 

You still hadn’t been intimate with him yet. As much as he wanted you, Bucky didn’t let you feel an ounce of pressure, no matter how badly he wanted to love on you completely and show you exactly how much he adored you in the closest way possible. He relished in every second he got to spend with you, especially the select nights he got alone with you. 

Like tonight. 

“Promise you’ll try and be nice to Uncle Bucky?” Jordan cocked his head with hopeful eyes, still hoping his ship would sail of getting you both together. Thus far, nothing seemed to have changed and his hopes were starting to drop. “Please?”

“I’ll try” you giggled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before he slipped into the dark SUV with Bucky’s side pieces in tow, Sam, Steve and Peter all grinning widely for a boys trip over the weekend. “No promises though baby” 

“Yeah officer, play nice with our boss” Steve winked while Sam cackled, closing the door and revving off, leaving the large mansion absolutely empty. The cleaning staff, gardeners s and cooks had been given the weekend off along with a generous bonus to keep them away for a few days. You slipped into one of Bucky’s t-shirts which hung loosely on you, not bothering to wear anything else underneath. You inhaled the soft scent of the fabric, his cologne and something distinctly him lingering on the fabric making you feel warm and fuzzy. The sound of keys hitting the keyboard carried through the hall; Bucky typing away at his computer but you couldn’t help wanting to be wrapped up in his arms, quietly peeking into his office and padding over to him. 

“My pretty girl” He cooed, scooping you in his arms while you curled up on his lap, playing with his chains as he continued to work. “You miss me, baby?” 

“You wish” You bit your lip, playfully rolling your eyes, knowing damn well you had missed him like crazy after he holed himself up with work business. “Don’t flatter yourself” 

“You’re the one slinking around me, kitten” Bucky tilted your chin up pecking a tiny kiss on your nose, making you giggle. “C’mon, I wanna cuddle with my girl” He murmured in your ear making you shiver. He held you to his chest as he picked you up and carried you over to his room, setting you down on his bed before walking over to the closet and slipping on some sweats. He didn’t bother with a shirt, striding with his grey joggers riding low around his waist, giving you a pretty view of his Adonis belt, pointing straight to his-

“Angel” He crawled on top of you, humming at the feeling of your soft body under his, peppering kisses from your neck to your jaw, eventually pressing them against your lips. The kiss started soft and slowly, gradually getting more heated when you grazed his scalp with your nails, gasping at the feeling of his erection pressing against your clothed core. You instinctively moved your thighs further apart, granting him more access to rut against you, panting each time he groaned, his tongue slipping into your mouth. 

He didn’t pull away until he needed air, his warm breath fanning against your face, hearts beating erratically. This had been the closest you’d ever been with each other, your thighs gently squeezing around his waist, making him thrust against you, drawing a out a moan. Bucky lost himself for a moment, gently caressing his thumb on your cheek, the other hand cradling your head, his large frame keeping you safely tucked underneath him, hidden from the rest of the world.

Exactly what he wanted.

Safe in his arms. 

“Do you want this?” Bucky stopped what he was doing to check on you, his hand still softly stroking your skin. “We can stop, we don’t have to do this tonight-

“Don’t stop” you whispered, pulling him back, your arms clinging around his shoulders, eyes pleading for him to do something.

“I’ve wanted this for so long baby” He sat back on his heels, toying with the hem of your tshirt, his thick cock straining against painfully against his sweats. “Can I?” He waited for your permission before carefully removing your top off and ridding himself of his sweats and boxers, desperately just wanting to feel your bare skin against his. You felt too needy, too desperate for him, whining when he pulled away to settled between your legs, pressing a delicate kiss to your inner thigh. 

“Just want you James, please?” You pouted, feeling empty when his leaky cock was right there, though his sinful mouth was tempting. 

“Just one taste, angel?” He begged, inching down to your soaked pussy, spreading your folds apart before sealing his lips around your swollen clit, his eyes rolling back at the way your legs suffocated him. 

“J-James” You moaned out, your hand going down to tug at his roots, grinding your pussy on his face, his groans adding vibrations to your sensitive nub. He felt greedy, burying his tongue deep in your cunt, lapping and drinking every drop your body was willing to give, his arms coming up to hold your legs apart, his head shaking side to side. He sucked and licked until you were a babbling mess, clawing at his shoulders to pull him back on top of you, bucking your hips up against his thick hard length. 

“What do you need, pretty baby” Bucky cooed, soothing your whimpers with his cock rubbing through your folds, hushing you gently. 

“Want you James, please?” 

“I got you sweets, don’t worry, you ready?” He kept his eyes locked with yours, holding still until you nodded, the blunt tip of his cock pushing into your pulsating entrance. 

“Oh fuck-” You cried at the way his girth started to fill you, your pussy tightly hugging his cock, a gentle delicious burn radiating through your lower half, stretching open for him. “Baby-”

“Shhhh” Bucky continued to slowly inch inside you, pressing soft kisses along your neck, his body weight resting on top of you, “It’s just me sweets, just your Bucky” 

“Fuck, Bucky” Your nails dug into his shoulders, nearly breaking the skin, hissing at the way you could almost feel him in your belly.  

“Breathe, Its just you and me baby, just you and me, yeah?” He kissed your temple, feeling just as desperate and needy as you, his cock throbbing at the way it felt to hold you, kiss you, feel all of you, be inside you. 

“Just-just you and me” You whispered, clinging onto his body as he continued to press into you, groaning at the way your pussy fluttered around him, pulling him deeper. 

“Thats my good girl” His large hand held your thigh up higher on his waist, fully sheathing himself inside you. Bucky panted against your neck in an attempt to calm himself down, feeing his balls already pulling towards his body, his cock thumping, ready to blow. He started with slow languid thrusts, savoring the pretty moans you made for him, your softness connected to him. 

“Such a pretty mama” His lips brushed against yours, loving the soft touch of your skin, his hands feeling every inch of your body. He sat back on his heels, keeping his cock deep inside you, groaning at the sight of your body on full display just for him, your lip caught between your teeth, feeling hot under his intense gaze. 

“Fuck- Fuck right there baby, please, right there!” You sobbed in pleasure as Bucky moved your thighs up, practically folding you in half, hitting an even deeper angle, rubbing perfectly at your gspopt. “Don’t-don’t stop-” 

“I won’t stop, mama” He traced the delicate lines of stretch marks that were scattered across your lower belly and thighs, evidence of the sweet baby boy your body had given you, the boy he also now grew to love. “Wanted to make love to you for so long baby. wanted you to feel how much I care about you, make you feel so good” Bucky’s emotions were all over the place, feeling pleasure and love for you at an all time high. 

His eyes were locked at there the two of you connected, snapping his hips forward, watching your tummy bulge with each thrust, cream covering the trimmed curls at his base. Your broken moans spurred him off, collapsing on top of you with your legs slung over his shoulders, his cock impossibly deep. His hands snaked up to pin your arms above your head, your fingers intertwined with his, keeping you completely surrendered to him. 

“I love you” He whispered, voice thick with emotion, foreheads pressed together, not a single part of your body not touching his. “and everything you brought into this world” 

“I-I love you” You half sobbed and stuttered out, eyes rolling back feeling him work his hips faster, pushing you against the pillows and pounding you into the mattress. “FUCK-JAMIE-THERE-R-RIGHT-TH-THERE”

“S’that your spot babygirl? Right there, huh angel, god you make me wanna blow, you sound so pretty with my cock in you” Bucky groaned, no longer able to hold back, moaning along with you, the sound of skin slapping on skin growing faster and louder. “Fuck-cum baby, cum on this dick, cum on my dick, s’all yours angel, give me that cream” 

“YES-YES-OH-Jamiee!” Your back bowed, legs shaking and trembling as your orgasm started to pulse, waves of please growing more and more intense as he fucked you through your high. Your greedy pussy sucked him in deeper, pulling him closer and closer. 

“Yeah, m’your Jamie baby” Bucky let out a soft chuckle at the new name you’d given him, one only you’d ever be able to use. It got him off more, his pace losing rhythm, his own climax just at the edge. “Just your Jamie angel, only for you, fuck baby, m’gonna cum for you, all this is for you” He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, moaning loudly and nipping against your skin as he started to pump you full of his cum, giving you sloppy thrusts, making sure you were filled with every drop. 

You cooed and rubbed his body while he panted, his cock slowly beginning to soften, tucking himself further into your hold. You smiled at how soft and loving he was in that moment, pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead, his blue eyes peering up at you at the feeling of your lips. 

“Look at my pretty girl being all sweet on me” He grinned, yelping at the pinch you gave to his side. 

“Don’t make me cuff you, Barnes” You huffed while pink dusted his cheeks at the thought, his mind now going other places. 

“Threatening me with a good time, sweetheart?” He smirked, wrapping his arms around you and rolling over, pinning you back against the mattress again, this time his hands locking around your wrists. “S’that what you want pretty girl? To have my in cuffs? Do everything you ask? Be a good girl for me and I’ll let you have your way with me one day officer” 

“Be a good girl for you?” You smirked, wrapping your legs around his waist, bucking your hips up against his sensitive cock, making him hiss, nipping your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper. 

“Careful babygirl, don’t forget who you’re in bed with” His lips continued to brush against you, grazing your skin down to your collar bone. “Let me remind you, sweets” 

-

As soon as the boys were back, Jordan ran full speed to you, jumping in your arms first, talking your ear off about all the ridiculous antics he had done with Steve, Sam and Peter. You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes while keeping him on your hip, before setting him down on his feet and instructing him to wash up so he could tell you everything properly over dinner. Jordan clung onto you for just a second longer, he could’ve sworn there was a faint scent of cologne that clung onto you, one just like- 

While you were entranced with your little one, Bucky was entranced with you. Effortlessly swaying with your baby who was clearly not exactly a tiny baby anymore, the scrunch on of your nose when you smiled around him, the way your eyes sparkled. Jordan ran up two steps at a time to shower as fast as humanly possible while Bucky snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you to his chest, his sneaky hands pawing at your hips, slipping up your shirt. 

“You’re such a milf” Bucky smirked while you gasped, smacking his chest, eyes darting around the room to see if anyone heard. 

“Bucky” You hissed, squeaking, your face growing hot when he hugged you tighter, burying his face into your hair. 

“It’s true though princess, God damn” He kissed up the side of your neck, “Such a pretty mama, can’t help it” 

“Yeah, well your little side kick is going to want to tell you all about the weekend” You giggled, wiggling out of his hold and walking off to the kitchen to get dinner started while Bucky hummed, making his way to the office. Jordan scrubbed himself down within seconds before rushing back down to tell you everything, eyeing you curiously while you set his plate in front of him. 

“Isn’t that Uncle Bucky’s shirt?” He pipped up, with owlish eyes, waiting for your asnwer.

“Oh-so it is” You looked down at the black tshirt you were wearing, one that went to the middle of your thighs. “Uh-Must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry” You shrugged, hoping he wouldn’t ask anything else.

As if you’d ever get so lucky. 

“But it’s so big on you-”

“Tell me about your weekend baby” You cut him off while Jordan narrowed his eyes at you accusingly, deciding he’d have better luck elsewhere instead of prying with you. He gave you his best summarized version before running back upstairs and taking his designated spot beside Bucky (going to the fridge first to grab himself some juice). 

“Mommy was wearing your shirt” He stated, inching closer to Bucky, noting the way the Mob bosses’ eyes grew wide, his cheeks blushing deeply, crawling down his neck and up to his ears. 

“I-Uh-Oh-” 

Not once had Jordan ever see Bucky get flustered except when it involved you, his hopes growing high again, also why did Bucky smell like your shampoo-

“Maybe-maybe it got switched in the laundry?” 

“You never do laundry, the cleaners do”

“They were away this weekend, J”

“So it was just you and mommy” 

“Yup” 

“Whatcha do”

“......work”

“What did mommy do”

“....laundry?” 

“The whole weekend?”

“Yup”

“You smell like her”

*silence*

*Blushing intensifies* 

*Little shy smile creeps on Bucky’s face* 

“Did you finally tell mommy you like her?  Oh God, you’re pink again” Jordan sat right up, eyes wide with anticipation while Bucky bit his lip before answering. 

“I did”

“So...”

“So?”

“Can I call you dad, now?” Jordan’s voice was a whisper again, the confidence he had all this time turning into nervousness, playing with his fingers, avoiding Bucky’s eyes. Bucky felt his heart melt, pulling him onto his lap, pressing a gentle kiss to his head, the little one curling himself up slightly, still looking at his hands. Bucky felt warmth all over, thinking back to a conversation he had with you a little while ago, just before Jordan had came home, one that would stick with him for the rest of his life. 

“Are you sure this is what you want” You asked hesitantly, toying with the hem of your pj’s while Bucky tilted your face up to look at him, hearing the anxiety in your voice.

“What do you mean?”  “It’s not just me Bucky, it’s both of us” You whispered, wondering if Bucky fully understood what he was signing up for. “I-I don’t want you to ever feel like-like he isn’t yours. I know he’s not and I know you care about him but I’m scared you’ll want us now and then later you won’t-” Bucky softly pressed his finger to your lips, silencing you, not willing to hear another word. 

“Where is this coming from” He held you closer while you nervously chewed your lip. 

“I’m a single mom. My job isn’t the most attractive. I’m not the first person people line up to date. I didn’t do any of this for so long because I’m terrified anyone that comes into my life will leave and I can’t do that to Jordan-”

“That’s my baby now too” His hands held your cheeks firmly, each of his words coming straight from his soul. “I want to be there for him sweetheart, if you’d let me. If you ever want me out, I won’t .Just say the word, I’m here”

“It’ll be a lot Bucky”

“What haven’t I seen yet, baby” Bucky shrugged while you began to list reasons.  “Sometimes he’s moody”

“So is his mommy-OW”

“Sometimes he can have a temper-Don’t you dare say it”

“Occasional picky eater”

“He’s still learning how to multiply” 

“He’ll be a teenager in a few years”

“He’ll want to drive the SUV”

“He’ll want to try the spicy apply juice” 

“He thinks your a hero” 

“You’ll be there?”

“I’ll be there” 

“S’that what you want?” Bucky decided to ask Jordan one more time, giving your baby the choice to take it back if it wasn’t something he was sure about but your son eagerly nodded, his face splitting into a grin. He leapt off the sofa sprinting off down the hall, his voice echoing through the mansion. 

“MOMMY, DADDY SAID I COULD CALL HIM DAD. UNCLE STEVE, OUR PLAN WORKED” 

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“You went from trying to stick him in prison to life to being stuck with him for life, how the turn tables” 

You groaned, doing a terrible job and hiding the smile that crept on your face, your partner waving to the black SUV that was parked outside, waiting for you while you packed your things for the end of the day. 

“Just to be clear, we’re no longer trying to arrest him right? You looooove him” You threw a pad of sticky notes at your partners head while she cackled, green eyes twinkling. 

“Shut up, Romanoff” 

“Set me up with his cute best friend, that blonde cutie sitting in the front seat” She cocked an eyebrow while you snorted, nodding to your boss as he walked by your desk. 

“Took you long enough” Your boss playfully rolled his eyes, sending you a wink before making his way to his office.  You smiled at the pretty blue eyes that watched you as you walked over, holding the door open and closing it for you, lips all over your face as soon as the locks clicked shut. 

“Have a good day at work, officer?” He chuckled, pulling you to his lap, nuzzling into you while you sighed contently, tossing your gun and badge aside, melting into Bucky’s arms. You giggled at the glitter that was dusted into his hair after he spent the previous night helping Jordan with a school project, ruffling your hands through his soft locks, pulling him down for a long kiss. “Let’s go home”  

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[regretisstoredintheme]

Request! Rise Donnie x reader that is smarter than him and teases him about it and he's furious about having a crush on them being 100% oblivious that reader already knows and feels the same way. From Donnie's POV. PLEASE and thank you!

I’ve been dreaming of a— HMMMMMM????

Request, you say????

“Anonymous asked: Request! Rise Donnie x reader that is smarter than him and teases him about it and he's furious about having a crush on them being 100% oblivious that reader already knows and feels the same way. From Donnie's POV. PLEASE and thank you!” 

A/N: unfortunately, I can’t see any way that this would go well... If any writer wants to take this prompt and make a fluff version of this, have at thee! But I can only imagine this going one way….

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Smarter. (A Oneshot) - Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Witch Town & Mind Meld, angst, hurt no comfort, Y/n misreads his feelings, Donnie is a protective father. 

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The science guy. 

That was me.

I “dealt” with things. The “Bill Nye” comments, the teasing, the bantering, the loneliness, the hours of work into every, single, little project I made. I’ve hacked into every camera in NYC. I’ve created sentient machines, reprogrammed a useless movie vehicle to be the best in the world, I would say. Made bombs, robbed and reverse robbed banks, created rockets, bombs, ingenious battle devices, tech-bo, for christs sake! And so! Many! More! But… 

Then, there was you.

Perfect, in absolutely every way. Mystic, science, physics, hell — you even beat me in banter, leaving me speechless nearly every time. And you rubbed it in my face. You were the Hamilton to my Aaron Burr. It didn’t help that you checked off all my boxes, Cute and mean, that was my type, and I wanted to bond with you, a fellow scientist who I didn’t have to dumb down my talk for, someone I could be myself around! but you… you made yourself impossible to tolerate. I admit I didn’t take it well, when I realized…

You were everything I wanted to be. 

“Awww, is this Shelldon?” You scratched behind one of his many ears, making him trill in delight. “Ahhahawww thanks, dude! Yeah that’a me.” He responded, leaning into your touch. “He’s cute! What coolant do you take, buddy?” You asked, talking down to him like a child, the exact way Sheldon had always reprimanded me for. 

“Donnie’s experimenting with different types,” Yes I am, “He’s trying Castrol Radicool Premix right now, it’s been doing good so far.” Thank you. 

As expected, you inhale sharply through your teeth, making my attention pique from what I was trying to distract myself with. “Donnie really doesn’t take care of you, huh?”

…

What?

Me? 

I don’t take care of Shelldon?

“Uhhh… I don’t know if that’s—“ I can’t bring myself to let him finish, already standing from my gaming chair. I turned on my heel, fury in my eyes as I rolled the seat out of the way, “Excuse me?”

You chuckled, and felt my blood boil, “Awh, Donnie, you’re blushing! Embarrassed?” 

“Infuriated.” I answered. 

“Oh come off it, I simply think you should try Ethylene Glycol, it would be so much better for winter.” I grit my teeth, every word from your sicky-sweet voice made my skin crawl. I would have attacked you right then and there if I didn’t know you had better tech. Hah, better tech… better than me? ME of all people? No. 

I furrow my brows, “That was next on my list..” I seethe, feeling my nerves spike as you poked my shoulder. I hated when you did that, it made my face go red and my palms sweat. Curse this irony, it was like smiling at a joke from a person you’re mad at. It’s frustrating, but involuntary. 

“C’mon, we both know you’re not really mad, you’re just frustrated cuz you like me. Look at that blushing nose~!” I felt my voice catch in my throat as you leaned into my face, wanting nothing more than to push you away already. My body was experiencing a freeze response, and I couldn’t even bring myself to push you, it was as if my bones were made of high-grade titanium, the same as my tech. 

I clenched my fists, feeling a bit of my confidence return as Shelldon flew to my side. “I thought I was supposed to be the narcissist…” I hissed, feeling my face redden with anger. I’ve never hated anyone more. 

Your face turns confused, but I can’t bring myself to realize you might have misunderstood my feelings, “You think you’re so great, don’t you?” Shelldon cowers, I know he hates when I raise my voice, so I lower to a furious whisper, “You think you can just waltz into my lab, my life, and tell me how to run things?” My nails dig into my palm, I resist the urge to threaten you, knowing your body would never be found beneath my hands. 

“You think you’re the science guy, don’t you? Think you can correct everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve and just take my place!?” Make me worthless? Be the purple sibling? What next, re-wiring my systems? Taking scraps and making a dark matter accelerator? Drawing on eyebrows to a cheap version of my bandana!?

Your eyebrows knit, “woah, woah, Dondon, I didn’t mean—“ “Don’t fucking call me that!!” I seethe, feeling tears prick at my eyes, I hate how emotional I am when I’m angry, but I’m too deep in now. Some weak, soft shelled part of my heart is telling me to apologize, but I’ve always, always acted with my head. It’s telling me you’re a threat. And you are… aren’t you? 

“I’m not a child!” I can feel my heartbeat, eyes wide and I take a deep breath to lower my voice. “And Y’know what, I think I finally found something I’m better at.” I fold my arms, watching a frown finally form on your face. 

“Really?” You glared, matching my stiff body language.

“Yeah.” I huff, “Reading the room.” 

“You? Read a room?” You scoffed, seeming just as offended, but I didn’t mind. “Ever think maybe, I did all these things — not to take your place, but to impress you?” 

“Oh, you made an impression. Alright.” You… wanted to impress me? I turned my back to you, a small voice telling me that maybe, just maybe, I.. wasn’t acting with my head.. “A bad one.” Why am I so defensive? Why did all this get to me? Shelldon was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable, hell, I bet my brothers could hear this! They’re probably uncomfortable! why couldn’t I be the bigger turtle and just move on?

“Just… leave..” I waved at the air, sinking into my seat with a little regret. Why was it, that around you, I was never enough? That I was just the small, weak soft shell who couldn’t play rough with his brothers? Who broke his glasses? Who practically wore a pillowcase for protection?

Why couldn’t I be cool for you? Why was I talked down to? I’ve accomplished so many things, why is it that nobody can ever look at me in awe!? Why am I always admiring someone else, and never being admired?

“…” the tension in the room began to dissipate, and I listened with baited breath as you closed the curtain behind you. I let out the sigh, and I hear Shelldon round the corner, landing his head on mine, “Well, that could’ve gone better…” he muttered, and I feel something strange as I look down at my workbench— grief? Guilt? Whatever it is, it stuck, no matter how badly I didn’t want to admit it.

“Yeah..” I mutter, twirling my screwdriver, “Yeah it could’ve.” 

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A/N: I feel like this might be a lil OOC, am I the only one who gets that vibe?? Idk I’m not really feeling this one, lmk what you guys think 😭 I guarantee another writer could best me at this prompt, and I offer it up to anyone interested! Hope this was ok, anon, really hope I didn’t wreck your day.  —

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[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Hey there friends! This reading is meant to be shadow work. The demon represents your shadow self or the parts of you that are rejected by you or others. The angel represents your higher self and the advice they have to integrates that shadow more. Please take what resonates and leave all that doesn't behind. Please be open to new perspectives, especially for this reading. Thank you so much for filling my ask-box btw i will do my best to make sure everyone gets their questions answered.

PILE 1

Crystal: Obsidian Chunk

Astrology: Aries ♈️, Capricorn ♑️, Sagittarius ♐️, Cancer ♋️

😈Demon/Shadow-Self: Bael (Emperor)

The demon on your shoulder makes you extremely powerful and capable of controlling of both yourself and others. It also make you a very hard worker and talented at multitasking. Hard work is important sometimes but it seems you overwork yourself a lot. That usually ends in loneliness and resentment. Even though it makes you a very reliable person to be around I see people abuse your skill to work hard. In the past people have use it as a time to slack off. Which has caused your shadow self to build tall walls around you. That is a lonely experience, my friend. This shadow reminds me of Tiana from Princess and the Frog. She works so hard and has no play.

✍️You: Ace of Wands

Your demon and angel work very well together. Your shadow self might need some attention from you and some trust put into it. You shadow is very useful and powerful. I think you might belittle it’s feelings though. Remember you aren’t alone and making yourself alone isn’t going to feel good. You can rely on others. The people you can’t rely on do not deserve your power. You are bright as a sun and have the ability to conjure everything from nothing. That is truly special and needs to be respected.

😇Angel/Higher-Self: Nanael (10 of Wands)

Your angel sees your shadow very clearly and has just the remedy for it. Your higher self instructs you to become an instructor. Instead of using your extraordinary energy levels to do more work. Use it to teach others how to do what you do instead of doing it for them. If they are unwilling to learn then they are not worthy of your time or your extra energy. Use that extra power on what you want. Your desires are in your grasp. You just have to allow yourself to make time for yourself and let go of taking card of people who do not appreciate you.

❤️‍🔥🖤🩶📌🧮✂️🐧🦏🧨🪓🥊🍷☄️🥀🍄🪨🕸️🕷️🦊⛑️🧣🥽💄

PILE 2

Crystal: Moss Agate Tower

Astrology: Libra ♎️, Scorpio ♏️, Gemini ♊️, Aquarius ♒️

😈Demon/Shadow-Self: Beleth (Knight of Cups)

Your demon is such a seductive energy. I see you might be bisexual or pansexual. They have the capacity to be romantic but definitely know how to jump ship. Mayb at one point you were a hopeless romantic. Your shadow has learned well how to tell when not to put on your rose colored glasses. Unfortunately, your shadow is struggling with commitment because of this behavior. They are scared to let your heart be free to love. Free to be loved. Your demon makes you run at the sight of true endearments because in your previous experiences it wasn’t true endearment even when it looked like it. Don’t you see your demon mirrors those who hurt you! Being played doesn’t mean you should become a player.

🤲You: 8 of Swords

My dear friend, you are safe. You are safe to be loved. You are afraid but there is nothing to fear. You fear is based on the past but you live in the now. You have access to all the true love you could imagine! Please don’t run away from people who care about you. You deserve kindness. You deserve endearment. You deserve what you heart craves so badly! Please allow yourself to be vulnerable. It is safe.

😇Angel/Higher-Self: Umabel (Ace of Swords)

Your higher self advises you to start being vulnerable with your friends first. Test out the waters of vulnerability with those you trust but do not lend your body too. Don’t just tell them about your hurt, cry with them about it. Show emotions with your friends. You have so many people around you who adore you and want to help you. Allow them to be your shoulder to cry on.

💙💜🩷🧿🔮🎀🫐🍆🍧🌊🪻🌷🦋🦄🦩🪼👾👄🧢🌂👛🚹🚺💖⚧️

PILE 3

Crystal: Aura Howlite Tower

Astrology: Taurus ♉️, Leo ♌️, Virgo ♍️, Pisces ♓️

😈Demon/Shadow-Self: Gremory (Empress)

Your demon my friend is a femme-fatale through and through. Your shadow uses feminine charm to get everything it wants. I think your problem is actually deciding what it is you desire. Your demon has every capability to receive anything. You just don’t know what that is because ‘anything’ is a lot of options. So many options can be very overwhelming. There is so much to choose! It could all be yours.

👋You: Page of Wands

Your demon and angel makes you feel untouchable but kind of overwhelmed. Having so much power at your fingertips is intimidating to you. You might have a little bit of imposter syndrome and think you aren’t as capable as you truly are. I also see you might feel extremely complex because your feminine charm isn’t a huge part of who you truly are. I see you could be nonbinary. Remember your femininity is only a part of you and not the whole picture. You can be so much more than a pretty face with honey soaked words.

😇Angel/Higher-Self: Habuhiah (9 of Cups)

Your angel wants you to know you are doing so well. They tell me you have been criticized or harmed for literally only being exactly what you were asked to be. Your higher-self has no advice for you besides you are perfect as you are. All you need to do is keep being yourself. Keep existing authentically and don’t give too much to people who wish to harm you.

♠️🖤🗝️🎥💻♟️🎮🕶️🤍☠️👻🎹🎧💬🎲🏳️💛🍯🍋🌻✨💫⭐️💜🪻🔮🟣😈👾🌂🍆💟

Thank you so much again for supporting me!

-ghost 🤍🩵🖤

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[andreawritesit]

The Red Storm - Part II

Fandom - One Piece

Pair - Shanks x Reader

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“Dadan!” you shout while opening the worn-down door of her house. “I got the kids!” Ace snorts and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m not a kid. These two are. I’m their older brother.” You roll your eyes as Sabo kicks Ace in the back. Luffy ignores them both, runs to you again, and tugs at your shirt. You look down at him and see drool pooling at his mouth. “Where’s the food? You said if we’ll come back with you, Dadan will give us food.” 

“Want food, do ya?” Dadan’s voice rings behind them. Sabo lets go of Ace’s hair at once and Ace puts Sabo’s hat back on his head. The two kids stand apart from each other and one can’t even tell that they were beating each other a moment ago. Luffy runs to Dadan and jumps onto her shoulder. “Oi Dadan! Where’s the food?” 

The older woman grits her teeth and it takes all her strength to not fling Luffy across the room. Instead, she slowly puts him back down and lets out a loud sigh. “Fine, you’ll get your damn food! Wash the floors first!” All three boys complain aloud but one look from the curly-haired woman shuts them up and they begin mopping the floor. “And you,” she points towards you, “go fetch some booze from Makino. We’re out.” You nod and head to the bar. Ever since Shanks had left, you had stopped going to the bar. That place held too many memories of you two together. Usually, you would straight up refuse to go there but today Dadan was in a very bad mood. It’s better to not rile her up any further. And so you walk down the painfully familiar roads and finally reach the bar. Makino is at her usual place, cleaning some glasses. There are very few people in the bar than used to be. You walk over to the counter where Makino greets you with a wide grin.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in so long!” she exclaims as she walks over to give you a hug. You smile and hug her back, already feeling nostalgia hit you. Oh, how much fun you would have with her and the Red-Haired Pirates! 

Stupid Shanks! And his stupid crew!

“Makino, Dadan has asked for more booze. Do you have any for her?”

Makino put her hand under her chin and seemed to be in deep thought. “I don’t know actually. I think the new supply is arriving later. Will you wait till then?”

“I guess, I mean I don’t really have a choice. Dadan will kill me if I return without booze.”

“Good. Come have a seat. I’ll pour you something.” You nod and sit at your usual seat near the counter. Every now and then your eyes move to the adjacent seat, where he would be sitting with his arm around your waist, narrating his grand adventures. You close your eyes and try to get rid of those images but in vain. And so you resort to drinking the loneliness away.

Shanks enters the dimly lit bar, the familiar scent of alcohol and old wood greeting him, but it is soon overshadowed by the sight of you sitting at the counter, a glass of wine in your hand. The years have been kind to her, he thinks, as he makes his way over to where you are sitting, his heart pounding in his chest.

Before he can even say a word, you feel his presence behind you. I’m being stupid. He can’t be here, can he? Agonizingly slow, you turn around and gasp loudly, the wine glass in your hand falling on the table. His eyes meet yours and you feel your heart stop. Why is he here? How? 

You stand up from your chair and take a step towards him. None of you say anything. Shanks stands there, waiting to see your reaction before doing anything. You take another step toward him but you lose your balance and fall forwards. He leaps forward and catches you quickly. "Hi," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your hands ache to just wrap themselves around him but the disbelief makes them dangle uselessly by your sides as he holds you up. “You look so… so-“

“Old!” comes a voice from behind him. Your head whips around to see Lucky Roux laughing his ass off with a lamb leg in his hand. “Damn girl! You look like you’re a single mother of three!” he adds as he takes another bite of the meat. Shanks lets out a sound something between a laugh and a sigh and sets you back on your feet. 

“And you look like you have drank the sea dry!” you retort back. “Did they kick you out of the Grand Line for causing drought?” He laughs again, clearly drunk, and Yasopp joins in this time. Shanks holds your wrist lightly and turns you to him. “Don’t pay him any mind. You look as beautiful as you were, if not more.” You smile at him and your eyes wander over his face, his handsome face you haven’t seen in years. Your hand automatically goes to his face and you run your fingers over his scars. “You’ve gotten more handsome if that’s even possible.” He smirks and runs his hand from your wrist to your shoulder. 

“Get a room!” Roux shouts and then chokes on the lamb. You laugh at him and Shanks lets go of your shoulder. 

Shanks takes your hand and leads you to your usual seats. The two of you sit down at the bar, talking and laughing as if no time has passed at all. After a lot of alcohol and catching up, you’re both sitting in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

"I've missed you," he says all of a sudden, his voice husky with emotion. You reach out and touch his face, tracing the lines and contours that you know so well. “I’ve missed you too, you dumbass,” you reply, running your thumb over his cheek. 

“Why did you come back, Shanks?”

“I had to. We had left something valuable here. We couldn’t possibly go further without it.”

You raise your eyebrow at his response. “What exactly did you leave here?”

“You. I came back to take you with me.” You let out a gasp and shook your head.

“Don’t joke with me!” He intertwines his fingers with yours. “I’m not. I want you to go with us.”

“But…But you said that it’s not safe for me…”

“I know. And it isn’t. But I cannot function properly without you. I have grown so fond of your presence that I couldn’t even look after my crew properly. A feeling of emptiness kept nagging me. It took a lot of alcohol and a dozen scoldings from Benn for me to realize that I needed you with me. Even if it’s dangerous, I’ll protect you with my life. Just come with me, please.” His voice breaks at the end and you have to stop yourself from saying yes immediately.

“But Shanks, what about Luffy? He needs me, no?”

He nods and rests his head on your shoulder. “I heard his grandfather is looking after him. He’ll be safe with him.”

“I guess so but..”

“Do you want to come with me?”

“Well yes but how will I tell that to Luffy? Oh yes, you can come with me! He’ll be so happy to see you and he’ll understand you better!”

Shanks lifts his head and shakes his side to side. “I can’t see him. Not yet. We promised to only meet again when he has become a pirate captain. You’ll have to go say goodbye alone.”

“Meanie…” you mumble under your breath. He laughs and pulls you into his arms. “Sorry, it is what it is.” You huff at his reply and stand up to leave. “Fine you asshole. I’ll go say goodbye. I’ll meet you here tomorrow morning then, alright?” He stands up as well and nods. “Alright, love.”

And then, without another word, Shanks reaches out and gently cups your face in his hands, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes search yours, seeking permission and reassurance. Finding nothing but love and longing reflected back at him, he leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you want to. But you don't. As his lips met yours, it’s like a floodgate is opened. Years of pent-up longing and desire surge through you, and you respond eagerly, your hands finding their way around his neck, pulling him closer. His kiss is soft yet filled with passion, a gentle exploration that speaks volumes about the depth of his feelings. You could taste the sweetness of his lips, and feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. Every touch, every caress is like a promise of all the things that could be, all the moments you have missed out on. When you finally break apart, you are both breathless, your hearts pounding in sync. You look into his eyes, and in that moment, you know that this is where you belong, in his arms, forever.

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I might have to write another part. Yikes

Part III - here

#shanks #shanks x reader #red haired shanks #one piece #one piece fanfiction #andreawritesit

[nghtwngs]

while you fall (i’ll be there to catch you in my arms)

description: dick grayson comforts you on a lonely night as you pour your heart out to him.

pairing: batman!dick grayson x vigilante!reader

genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

word count: 0.8k

warnings: trauma dumping, loneliness, dick grayson is batman, minor reference to detective comics #877

a/n: i’ve been reading the black mirror and dick said something that made me go “i’m gonna write this”—i totally forgot this was in my drafts (it’s been a year), but i just reread it, and wow this is actually good enough to post, especially since the new season has started airing. i hope you find comfort in this as much as i did.

“I’ve always been a people-watcher, Dick,” you murmur. Your arms are curled around your knees as you stare blankly into the abyss of the city below from your room.

The midnight black buries the buildings, but the bright neons light up Gotham a little even at its darkest hour. It’s the only source of light in here, bathing both you and Dick in its glow. He’s taken the spot next to you on the floor where you’re both leaned against the side of your bed. It rains again, a soft pitter-patter against your windows.

“I watch people too,” he says, but you know he means it differently.

“Not the way I do.”

You feel his intrusive gaze on you and the way he tries not to analyze you like he does everyone else. He’s failing, but you appreciate it anyway. He tries to understand without seeing you as another case he has to solve. Like he’s still Detective Grayson even after his time in Blüdhaven became nothing more than a memory. It’s instinctual though, a habit that he couldn’t get rid of. Neither of you could after all these years jumping city skylines.

Your eyes never shift away from the little dots moving outside. “Analyzing people is one thing, watching them is another. And I’ve been watching them for as long as I can remember. I watched them play games with each other on the playground, laugh together at lunch, click in a way I never could.

“Then, I started watching them in a different way. We read them. We can calculate their every move. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I realized how different those two things were. I always watched people enjoy life instead of living it. I never say what I want to say. I hesitate. I always hesitate, but never when I’m wearing the mask. Never when I’m out jumping rooftops in Gotham. Those moments… you can’t hesitate.”

Dick is used to being watched. He’s always going to be one of the main acts of the show whether or not it was a circus performance. He always knows how to put on a good show. That’s what he does best. And you would always be the one watching from sidelines as the audience. Sometimes, in the back of your mind, you’d be wishing that it was you falling off that trapeze.

You exhale, rubbing your eyes. “You’ve always been in the middle of everything. I’m not sure if I’m jealous of that or what. I don’t think I am? It seems… like a lot. Sometimes though, I wonder what it’d be like to be the center of things for a while.” You blow out a shaky breath, blinking away the water in your eyes. “I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. It all sounds so stupid coming out.”

You realize your mistake now. You’re letting someone take a glimpse of you, the you behind all the sarcasm and blank eyes and silence. Your eyes squeeze shut. You are being too much. No one likes too much.

“No,” he answers softly. “It doesn’t.” A few moments of silence pass, followed by his voice again. “Can I… hug you?”

You stare at him like he’s just asked you if the moon is really made out of cheese. But his eyes are so earnest, so caring, and so warm that you find yourself landing in Dick’s arms right away, burying your head in his shoulder. His arms wrap around your torso. You don’t even realize you were shaking until his voice comes out in small whispers.

It’s okay. You’re doing great.

It only manages to make you cry harder, your sobs being muffled by his skin. It feels good to let go. Pretending is getting tiring.

Your throat is hoarse now. It sounds like sandpaper. Feels like it. Your eyes lock onto the wall behind him. All the emotion is being drained now, seeping through the cotton of Dick’s white t-shirt and into his warm skin.

The next words that escape your mouth are unexpected by the both of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt loved.” You feel him stiffen underneath you as you continue, “I want to feel seen, heard.”

“Can I love you then?” he murmurs without missing a beat, hand rubbing your back gently. “Can I make you feel loved? I’ll make you feel so loved.”

He makes it sound like such an honor. Like loving you is the single most important thing he could be doing, and you know that to not be true. But the way he’s holding you makes you feel differently. It makes you feel like everything would be okay with him.

You guess that it’s just the Dick Grayson effect. He could make you feel like falling out of the sky is completely safe because he’d be right there on the ground to catch you.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything in my life,” he answers. Dick presses a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Never?”

“Nope. Never.” He holds you tighter and smiles at you. He looks like an angel. He looks like your savior. “I’ve always been sure about you.”

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #titans x reader #titans imagine #batman x reader #batman imagine

[starsstuddedsky]

Doyoung as your brother's best friend...

(wc: 1.7k, non idol au, mentions of food, alcohol, reader has a mother/family, i really dont know what this is)

who you were always fond of because he was way nicer to you than your brother ever was growing up (a pretty low bar, but a win is a win)

he graduates before you and you see him only a couple times a year when your brother would hang out with him, which fizzles out and suddenly you realize you haven’t seen him in five years 

you finish college and get a great job offer except it’s a city five hundred miles away from home and you don’t know anyone, until your mother mentions Doyoung moved there a year or so ago and says something like you should reach out

to which you think no thank you but you politely say you’ll see what he’s up to 

and you don’t give it a second thought, you meet a few friendly people at work and try to call your old friends as much as you can but loneliness has a way of seeping into the empty corners of your room and the quietness of 9:56pm on a Tuesday 

so you figure a hinge date or two isn’t the worst idea

hey, guess what’s the worst idea? 

the first man you decide to go on a date with spends the first hour bragging about his job and how he’ll be able to retire by the time he’s 35 and simply does not stop talking about himself

you’re sure you’ve given help me eyes to every person that’s walked past but no one takes pity on you, until you’re looking into a familiar pair of eyes 

Doyoung doesn’t hesitate to stride up to you, saying “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, why haven’t you been looking at your phone?” and “The doctor’s say he won’t make it much longer!” 

it isn’t difficult to follow him out of the café and listen to him throw out fake medical terms until you’re around the corner 

he slows after that and you realize he’s gotten even taller and let his hair grow out a little

before you can tease him about the hair, he asks if you’re busy and when you say no, he drags you to the coin laundry to watch his clothes spin around 

sitting on the plastic chairs and sipping paper cups from the water dispenser, you trade stories, amazed at the Doyoung from your memory and the Doyoung that sits in front of you

he’s changed so much (he spends his free time painting and going to art museums) and not at all (still ducks his head when he’s feeling shy and smiles with his eyes just as much as his lips) 

you try to pretend like you aren’t stealing looks at him. he isn’t nearly as successful.

you walk to his apartment, only a couple blocks away and it’s gotten so late that he insists you spend the night, saying that your mom would kill him if he let you walk alone this late and to just take the couch 

to which you protest, because, honestly, what would his mother say not offering the bed? and he just rolls his eyes and gives you his best pillow 

except he must have really never slept on the couch because it’s actually so uncomfortable that you can’t sleep. when Doyoung gets up for a middle-of-the-night bathroom break, he finds you watching a crime show

despite making fun of you for it, he sits beside you and it’s actually way more comfortable when you’re using his shoulder as a pillow and then it’s suddenly morning and you wake up fully in his arms, meeting his smug smile

he does not waste time making fun of you, saying “what was that about the couch being uncomfortable?” and “are you sure you didn’t just want to sleep with me?” and pretending he wasn’t just as flustered

even though it’s daylight, he still walks you home and you find you don’t mind it at all. in front of your door, neither of you can figure out how to say you want to keep seeing each other, especially since you aren’t sure if it’s in a flirty context or not and what any of that would entail

finally you tell him your apartment has laundry, if he doesn’t want to pay for it and he says somehow he thinks you’re going to cost way more than a laundromat but he’s smiling 

Doyoung slowly becomes a fixture in your life and even when you truly befriend your coworkers and become particularly close with one of the baristas in the coffee shop next to your apartment, he’s always the first person you think of–when you get a commendation at work, when you have another fight with That One Coworker, when you stub your toe. and he tells you about his constant fight with the owner of a dog on his floor that thinks it’s okay to let their dog pee on Doyoung’s doormat, and you hear all about his friends before you finally meet them 

there are countless “almost” moments–telling him about this guy at work who flirts with you more blatantly than Doyoung himself and when you pause after saying you told him you have someone, he doesn’t say anything so you just say it was a lie to get the guy off your back; holding your hand on your birthday (after cooking a five course meal for you) but letting go before you even reach your apartment; staying over at his apartment again and refusing to sleep on the bed but he builds a wall of pillows between you “so you don’t feel uncomfortable”; waiting for the bus after drinking with his friends under a flickering streetlight where you think for sure he’s going to kiss you but he ducks away before you can let the fantasy dip into reality 

you know you have to talk to him about it directly (especially since all of your friends say that he’s as in love with you as you are with him) but every time you try to do it you freeze up and you can’t get the words out 

but when the holidays come around, you go to visit family with him and realize Just How Much you’ve changed around him

you’ve completely forgotten how to be normal around him, how to look at him without hearts in your eyes, but you’ll die if your family asks you what’s going on and you don’t have an answer, so you steel yourself up for a Doyoung-less Christmas 

it goes really well until Day 2 when your mother announces Doyoung and his family will be coming over for dinner. to make matters worse, your brother finally shows up and it becomes very clear 1) he and Doyoung still talk all the time and 2) Doyoung has not mentioned how close he’s become with you 

you try your very best to pull stories out of everyone else, since you can’t seem to mention anything about your life that doesn't include Doyoung, which apparently is true for him, you discover as he tries his best to tell the story about the time he wound up halfway across the city with a dead phone and no way to get back without telling them you were right there with him (ultimately failing since you were the one who ran into a friend who let you into their apartment to charge your phones) 

after dinner your brother and Doyoung disappear and maybe you’re being paranoid but you swear everyone is looking at you

so you go ahead and vanish into your childhood room, thinking about anything except your brother’s best friend who’s become your… (damn you really thought you’d have a word for him that time) 

an hour or so later, your brother knocks at the door and asks to come in (already scary since he’s always just busts in and purposefully leaves the door wide open). he sits down and says he doesn’t care what happens between you and Doyoung but not to hide anything on his account and you’re like okay well there’s nothing to hide and he’s like if my dumbass can pick up on the vibes, there’s something to hide so go figure it out and you’re like wait what did Doyoung say and he rolls his eyes and mutters something like “I am not doing this” and tells you Doyoung is waiting for you outside 

you did not sprint down the steps, no matter what anyone says. it was a controlled pace, one foot per step, hand gripping the railing to keep you upright 

Doyoung waits for you like your brother said, sitting on the porch swing wearing his winter jacket with his hands stuffed into the pockets, and he perks up when you come out the door 

you sit beside him, trying not to lean into him and letting the cold air warm from the tension between you. there’s a couple heartbeats of silence, your breath hanging in the air in front of you before you manage to get the words out. 

“i like you” 

silly words, immature words, not the right words for how you feel, but you can’t quite figure out what those might be. 

“it’s like mixing paint,” he says and you think maybe there really aren’t any right words, but he keeps going. “at first you think ‘wow i used way too much blue and this will never look right’ but you keep mixing it together and even though it isn’t the color you wanted it to be, you’ve found a whole new color and it changes the painting completely but it makes it so much better.” he pauses before admitting, “maybe it isn’t the perfect analogy. my point is, i wasn’t expecting you at all, but you make my life so much better.” and another couple seconds for him to remember he’s got something else to say. “oh, and i like you, too. if it wasn’t obvious."

it’s stupidly like a movie when the snow starts to fall, but you’ve been waiting far too long to kiss him, so you won’t let the feeling that this is a bad hallmark movie stop you

what does stop you is hearing half your family cheering through the window when you scoot closer to him 

(your first kiss happens a couple days later on a secluded hike in the woods) 

(a few years later at the wedding, one of your cousins pulls up footage that can only be described as stalker-like) 

and you never sleep on his crappy couch again (though you do stay over, even when it isn’t late), and he keeps doing laundry in your apartment until his lease is finally up and he moves into a bigger apartment that just so happens to have enough space for you

(oh, and it has in-unit laundry too) 

a/n: i swear i have been writing i just haven't been finishing but i got 2/3 of sending this to bestie before i realized this is a writing format so yeah. idk this is very much my delusional stream of consciousness but tell me im wrong. go ahead. tell me.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN- TOJI

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 Life has really been fucking with me these last six weeks. Work’s hell. The apartment we live in went up by four hundred dollars. And to make matters worse, Megumi and I have been rockier than ever. 

 That’s the thing that’s bothering me the most.

 It’s over simple shit, too. 

 I try my best to be a laid back parent and only go full on dad mode when needed, but I think the kid has taken advantage of that. All I ask is three things from Megumi:

 Don’t get into fights, and if you do, don’t get caught. 

 School night curfew is eight. Weekends are eleven.

 And lastly, tell me your whereabouts.

 But what does he do instead? Miss curfew. Leave the house without telling me where he’s going, and now he’s on a two week-suspension from school since he got into a fight. 

 Grant it the fight was justify because some kids were fucking with him and talking shit about his lack of English, but shit, Megumi. 

 At least he won. 

 One side of me was saying that’s my boy, and the other side had to ground him. 

 Let’s just say he wasn’t too happy with me after that. 

 I’m surprised he actually listened to me, though. But with him listening, I’ve been getting the silent treatment, no eating meals together, and been avoided like I’m the plague. 

 Parenting is not a walk in the park, I know that. Especially when you’re a single parent. When times like this hit, I think of my late wife more than ever. 

 With her death anniversary right around the corner, I can’t help but miss her and wish she was by my side. 

 I can’t do this shit alone. I was not raised in a loving environment, and considering the fact that my old man was an abusive drunk that used me as his punching bag, I damn sure don’t know what the fuck it feels like to have a father. 

 A mom? Don’t know either. Old man wasn’t faithful and was sleeping around with different women, so my mom could be dead or alive. Who knows? 

 My late wife knew all of this, not the severity, but she knew I had a shitty family. Yet she managed to see something good in a motherfucker like me, to the point we had a kid together.

 A kid that fucking hates me. And I’m the only one to blame. 

 God, maybe I should listen to Kong for once. I’m forty-two. Shit, maybe it is time to settle down and look for a housewife. Someone who’s willing to help raise a fifteen-year-old boy. 

 No, what the fuck am I saying? Since when do I listen to that fucker?

 Never. I trust him, though. Hell, do I really have a choice since he helped me take care of Megumi when I was going through my episodes in the early years of my wife’s death? 

 But my kid is my responsibility. Getting a woman involved isn’t going to help my relationship with Megumi. That’s some shit I need to fix myself. 

 Kong and I have one unorthodox ass relationship, but he’s the only bastard I actually consider a friend, and I know he means well. 

 He is Megumi’s godfather after all. Besides, the last thing I want to do is to ever make Megumi feel like I’m trying to replace his mom. Far from it. 

 Maybe loneliness is just catching up to my old ass.m, and the only woman I think of breaking me from my no relationship rule is Y/N. 

 Y/N fucking L /N. 

 That woman drives me insane in more ways than one. 

 After our first date over a month ago, we’ve been talking nonstop. Texting. Calling. Casual dates every now and there when time allows us. If I’m being real, Y/N is the only reason why I haven’t ripped my fucking hair out. 

 People would usually turn to alcohol to depend on the burning sensation it gives you to get drunk when feeling stressed. But me? Y/N is who I get drunk off of. Her energy is fucking addicting, and the reassurance she gives me… who know I needed so much of it. 

Like any other man, I don’t turn to anyone to help with my problems. I’m a prideful motherfucker who has the ego the size of a galaxy. However, I don’t have to be the way around Y/N. I sound sappy as shit, I know. 

 Guess that’s what happens when you become vulnerable. 

 The only reason why I haven’t had sex with her yet.

 I know myself. When I was younger, I only saw sex as a way to make extra cash when I was struggling after I got disowned by the Zen’in. The older I got, sex became more meaningless to me. I can be balls deep in pussy, no matter how good it is, and have no type of feelings attached. Me making a woman come or them making me come doesn’t mean I’ll start buying them roses and shit. 

 It wouldn’t be the same with Y/N. 

 Not saying I’m on the verge of falling in love with her, let alone loving her. But seeing how much we talk, how jealous I fucking get, especially after figuring out she works at the same school as her ex-fiancé, I don’t want any other fucker to even breathe the same air as her.

 Not even myself, but I’ll still be selfish enough to do it.

 That’s the thing about Y/N. I feel myself growing more selfish when it comes to her. I want her time and energy to only be for me. She’s mine without her knowing and I’m planning on keeping it that way. I can admit that’s probably a dick move, but I can’t find myself falling in love again. 

At least, I’m forcing myself not to.

 Hearing her moan my name. Seeing her face when she comes. Knowing what it feels to have that sweet, tight, warm fucking pussy clench around my fingers. I’ll become a starved and possessive man the moment she’s like that around my dick. 

 I’ll catch feelings.

 I’ll want her above me, beneath me, all over me twenty-four-seven. I’m not an easy lover. I can admit to that.

 But that won’t stop me from…

 No, I won’t say that.

 It’s strong. Whatever emotion I feel about Y/N, and I can’t help but think it has something to do with her being so damn familiar. The more I talk to her, the more I know who she is. Maybe in another lifetime I’ve loved her before. 

 Even saying that in my head sounds crazy as shit. The dreams about her aren't helping, either.

 “Get a hold of yourself, Fushiguro,” I mutter to myself. I look at the time to see it’s eleven thirty. “She should be on her free hour right now.” 

 Maybe a phone call wouldn’t hurt.

 “I’m busy,” I grunt.

 I couldn’t even call Y/N before Kong called me to fucking be clingy. He claims he only calls me to check on the kid, but Megumi has his own phone. 

 “Mad because I’m not your girlfriend? Sorry, I had you first, Fushiguro.” I hear him puffing out smoke from his cigarette. “Be grateful you have a fucking friend to check on you, you fucking jackass.”

 I chuckle, sarcastically saying, “Awe, I consider myself very lucky.”

 “Fuck you.”

 “Sorry, not interested,” I replied. And this is what I mean by unorthodox friendship. “Assuming you got some information for me?” After that Zen’in fuck purchased the club ownership last month, I had Kong do some digging for me.

 All the bullshit he was spewing about Naobito forcing everyone in that family who doesn’t have a kid, to have one, and taking interest in finding Megumi, I couldn’t take shit like that lightly.

 Not when my kid is potentially involved.

 Knowing how those Zen’ins’ get down, they always find a way to get what they want. Even if it results in blood.

 “I found some files about that Naoya shitface you told me about… Looks like he’s the real deal,” he says.

 “Meaning?”

 “Meaning he is your cousin. Looks like your old man’s brother had some unwanted kids of his own.”

 “Having kids in the family just to leave them dry is a fucking ritual in that shitty ass family.” I get up from bed and go to the kitchen to grab a ginger ale. “What else you find out?”

 “Zen'in owns half of the real estate in Tokyo,” he tells me, clicking his tongue. “Those bastards keep growing and growing by the minute. So if what this Naoya is saying is true, I can only imagine Naobito is doing this to have the city fear the name Zen’in, even after he’s six feet under.”

 I scoff. “For an ego stroker? So what the fuck does this have to do with my kid?”

 “How the hell am I supposed to know?”

  Over my dead fucking body if they think they could come even twenty feet near Megumi. I have no problem going back to that violent lifestyle that I’m trying to escape when it comes to protecting my kid.

 Actually, I’m hoping that they do because I’ve been itching for a stress relief and permanently getting rid of those Zen’in fucks just might be the way to do it.

 Maybe I should pay them a visit on my trip to Japan in a few months.

 I run my hand through my hair and sigh. “Alright. Keep me posted.” An incoming call comes through and I see Y/N’s name flashing my screen. “Gotta go.”

 “Your girlfriend’s callin-” I disconnected our line before he finished his bullshit to answer Y/N.

 “I’m so close to fucking pulling these braids out and choking my boss with them.” Ha, that’s a funny way to say hello.

 “I’m trying to wrap my head around why hearing you threaten to kill someone is turning me on?” I tease.

 She lets out a soft breath. “I’m sorry, big guy. Work is being a pain in my ass right now.”

 “I see that. You cursed twice. That’s something expected from me.”

 “Well, it’s kind of inevitable when you’re a high school teacher,” she argues. “And actually, no. I expect four curse words in under a minute from you. So I think my two words will be alright.”

 I smile while walking back to my room and close the door behind me. “Talk to me, sweets. What’s going on?”

 “Other than finding out that my name was unknowingly submitted to take part in the state’s teachers summit, nothing really.”

“Is it that bad?” 

 “No. It’s actually a good opportunity to voice your concerns as a teacher to the school board, but quite frankly, I’m tired of going. Only one teacher is selected every year to represent each school in the county and it’s always me.”

 “And what is this summit shit? Why do they need teacher representatives?” I hear her smile through the phone when she explains the summit, and I’m pretty sure it’s because of me cursing already. “Probably this isn’t what you want to hear, but I can see why you’re always chosen. You speak your mind well, and I can see the passion you have when it comes to your students.”

 “Well, yeah, but every teacher should be that way,” she counters. “And the summit this year is four hours away from us, so they made it a weekend convention. A weekend, Toji?” 

 I arch my brow. “And who submitted your name?” Her silence tells me my answer. “You sure this fucker isn’t trying to win you back? Abusing his power as your boss to get you to himself for the weekend seems like a man move I probably would’ve done, too.”

 “You would?” she incredulously asks.

 “When it comes to you? Absolutely. Zero questions asked.” I can almost guarantee the silence from her again is because she’s blushing, something I find fucking adorable about her. “You there, Miss L/N?”

 “Toji, I’m at work,” she answers.

 “Admitting that your mind is in the gutter?”

 “I-uh, no. Just reminding you to get your head out of it.”

 I tip my head back and laugh. “Cute. So when’s the summit?”

 “In three months.”

 “And you can’t pull out?”

 “Unfortunately, no. Unless I can prove that it’s due to a medical or family emergency, I’m out of luck.” No doubt in my mind that her ex pulled this shit intentionally. I mean, I get it. If I lost someone like Y/N as my fiancée, I would be going through hell and back until she was mine again. 

 But too bad for this fucker that isn’t the case anymore, and I don’t tread lightly when it comes to people fucking with what’s mine.

 Mine, that’s exactly what Y/N is.

 “I’m way too hungry for this crap,” she says, pulling me from my possessive musings. 

 “And you didn’t eat because?”

 “Someone kept me up last night on the phone, so I overslept and couldn’t get a decent breakfast before work this morning.” 

 I chuckle, remembering our two a.m. conversations that turned into her masturbating while I was talking her through it. “I’m sure that person is sorry.”

 “Doubt it.”

  I look at the time again to see it’s noon. “What time is your free hour over?” 

 “One. Why?”

 “Grab lunch with me.”

 She playfully hums to consider my last minute invitation. “I guess I can squeeze you in.”

 “Squeeze me in?” I mock her response while laughing. “Appreciate it, Miss L/N.”

 “I’m sure you can find a way to show me your appreciation.”

 I smirk. “Forgot you were at work?”

 “Whatever, Mr. Fushiguro. Text me the address and I’ll meet you there.”

 “Alright, alright. I’ll see you,” is the last thing I say before disconnecting the call.

 Smiling to myself like a fucking lovesick idiot knowing that I’m about to see Y/N has me surprised myself. Like I said earlier, this woman drives me insane.

 And I think I’ll grow to not mind it.

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" 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚"

✦ Content – canon typical angst (It's light tho), a bit of character exploration (I think), fluff at the end.

A/N: Hello and Merry Christmas! Two days late but it's still December so it should be fine. This piece was from a secret santa event and I decided, why not post it here? So, have this little Christmas piece from me! 🎄🌟

Malleus often finds herself thinking about the future.

She believes the habit stemmed from her childhood, from the very present reminder that she should think about her future as crown princess. Even if she was no older than twenty years old at the time. If she were to put it in human standards, she would have been no older than five amongst her kinsmen.

From Lilia, to her advisors, and perhaps everyone around her have never ceased to remind her of this lofty duty. To the point that merely their presence alone reminds her of the weight on her shoulders, and a truly hefty weight it is.

Years pass, and Malleus feels the weight growing heavier and heavier.

She believes it should have been the opposite case, wherein the more often you carry a weight, the lesser it weighs until you feel no strain at all. However, woe is her, for that is not the case. And the weights keep increasing along with her responsibilities.

The weight of the impending loss that she will feel once the people she cares about perish, the weight of her duties that will always present, and most of all, the weight of her loneliness.

Now the last one, Malleus knows is possible to be lifted. Unlike the rest of the shackles that bind her. But even then, it was just that, a possibility. It could take years – perhaps a millennium – until she finds someone, anyone, who can lift the suffocating weight of her loneliness.

That was one of the leading reasons (The coaxing of Lilia being the other) she accepted the invitation to NRC. But even with all the hope she held in his heart, it was all dashed by the looks and stares given to her by her peers.

It’s the same, she realizes, the same enraging look as everyone else.

Admiration, fear, acknowledgement, intimidation, disdain. All of it was painted on their faces. And Malleus starts to feel faint, cold, like she was drowning in a sea of ice, the cold piercing painfully to the marrow of her bones.

That was the day she stopped having hope.

In the following years of her stay in NRC, only a few brave ones were able to strike a conversation with her. Nearly lighting her small candle of hope before cruelly blowing it out with the distance that follows right after.

But, against all odds, her small candle of hope was re-lit. The flames raging forth and taking her heart in a tempestuous and uncontrollable storm.

All of this done by none other than a human.

It was absolutely unbelievable. Malleus can’t help but chuckle dryly at her ridiculous situation. After all, your lifespan oh so short compared to hers. Once the day of your passing comes, all her grief and loneliness would increase tenfold. Hence, avoiding closer relations with you would be nothing but in her best interests. Though, she wonders, why is it does she keep coming back?

Back to your quaint and dilapidated home, back to your conversations and laughs, back to the warm meals and banter, back to the cozy and quiet company, back to you.

Whilst staring longingly at your backlit figure – the light gives you a wonderous and bright halo, she thinks, almost as if you were a deity – she wonders, truly, why can’t these moments just last forever? Why couldn’t you just be a fae like her? Why does the natural law between humans and fae have to be so painful? Why do you have to leave?  leave her?

“Tsunotaro!”

Your call effectively snaps Malleus out of her gloomy, wayward thoughts. With bright enthusiasm, you abruptly drag Malleus by the hand, unwillingly making her tumble (Face first, mind you) with you in the snow.

You laugh brightly, the sound tinkling in Malleus’ ears. Even with snow all over your hair and cheeks, you show no care at all for how disheveled you might have looked and just continued laughing as happy as can be in the snow. At that, Malleus can’t help but join you in your melody of laughter.

In over all the decades she had lived, Malleus finally learns how easy it is to just, be happy.

Made by @femaletwstsupremacy please do not copy, use, or steal my work.

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I hope Netflix never gets ahold of another person’s artwork in attempt of a LA like they did with ATLA. If you can’t fully honor someone’s art and respect their ideas then don’t bother with a LA. It’s the most legal form of stealing artwork and creativity. It’s just cruel. And it’s so agitating to see the people saying “Well they tried” “They did their best” “You have to consider” Netflix should have been the ones to consider that maybe they should never have took on something they couldn’t do correctly. They have disrespected so many characters.

* Netflix took out sexism only to throw is back in! Yeah Sokka was sexist but the level of audacity to make the mighty Kyoshi Warrior Suki just another romantic interest is shameful.

* What happened to Katara saving a village of earthbenders? Katara started out strong and only got stronger by walking boldly with compassion, love, and the strength to help those around her.

* Let’s not forget about Bato & Hakoda. They are honorable and respected warriors of the Southern Water Tribe. Neither of them would let Sokka pass his ice dodging test if he failed it. They both love Sokka and respect Sokka too much to lie to him. Sokka passed his ice dodging test btw with Katara, Aang, and Bato.

* Ozai’s attitude towards Azula doesn’t make sense at all. Ozai basks in the glory of being a powerful firebender. His identity is firebending. Ozai married Ursa so his children would be powerful firebenders. Ozai wanted to kill baby Zuko because he wasn’t a powerful firebender. Ozai almost killed Zuko again after he rudely asked for the thrown and was told to sacrifice his son. Azula is Ozai’s pride and joy. She’s the firebending prodigy that’s perfect. Azula has never had to worry about whether her father loves her because Ozai has always favored Azula.

* Just me thing but I think Ozai was way scarier without a face. Only knowing him as Zuko’s father that burned his eye was like wow this dude is evil. Then the season 1 ending with Azula was an ominous beginning for them both.

* It’s kind of sad seeing Sokka so unconfident as a warrior. Sokka is a genius and he’s a warrior. He saw through Jet and saved a village. He played airball with Aang to cheer him up at the Southern Air Temple. Sokka helped trick the Sages to open the door for Aang to meet Roku. Sokka also got covered in snot when he first met Appa.

* Pakku didn’t find Katara’s necklace on the ground and I can’t believe they’re going to just write off Gramp Gramp like that. Why doesn’t Aang ever learn waterbending? Like the first season/book is called water and he is supposed to go the North Pole to learn waterbending. He doesn’t even know any waterbending by the end of the first season. You wrote out Iroh hitting on June but you wrote in June hitting on Iroh. Seriously?? Is Smellerbee the only girl in this LA that’s correctly done right? The Cave of Two Lovers isn’t even in season one!! It’s in season two.

* Bumi was done dirty. Aang, Katara, and Sokka got arrested for being goofy kids and destroying cabbages. Bumi came off as this mad king that was giving Aang three deadly challenges. Each one Aang had to think differently to solve. At the end when Aang realized the king was Bumi they laughed together and reminisced. Bumi set it up to show Aang that he would have to face many difficulties ahead as the avatar. He had no hard feelings towards Aang once. Bumi was so hateful in the LA towards Aang he acted like he flat out just wanted to hurt Aang.

* Aang is another big one obviously. He’s a kid and that’s just how he acts. Aang also chose to runaway. He was almost alone once he learned about being the avatar. His friends didn’t play the way they used to. And his best friend Gyatsu was all he had. When Aang heard they were going to take him away from Gyatsu he ran away because he knew that he would be alone. Being avatar wasn’t so much seen as a heavy responsibility at the time to a kid like Aang but it was the cause of his loneliness and he resented the title. Learning the abilities that followed were cool to Aang because he wasn’t alone and had new friends. LA Aang acts so serious and mature when Aang is serious-ly not mature at all.

I have to congratulate Netflix on one thing though. I hated the LA so much it made me miss the animated ATLA so I went out to the store and bought the animated set. Rewatching it is reliving the best days of my life.

I don’t blame any actors in the LA. I truly think they all did the best with what Netflix gave them. It’s not easy to act with bad script. 10/10 would have loved to have seen them in a good LA of ATLA made by the creators.

#avatar the last airbender #princess azula #aang #Bato #hakoda #sokka #ozai #atla netflix #katara #atla suki

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New Turtle getting her thoughts out

I was looking for a bl recommendation and saw that The Untamed was everyone's favorite couple. Then I read that it’s censored and that nothing actually happened and was about to skip it but both lead actors were so attractive, I just had to give it a try. I loved the show. I waited till the end to look up the actors cause i was afraid their modern look would interfere with how i view them. They were just as cute irl. I watched the 9 minute video on the boat, saw their chemistry and knew I was gonna get hooked with my obsessive self. By going down that rabbit hole I found a whole separate love story that was somehow less censored than the one they were acting in. 

I’m sure they weren’t expecting people to get so hooked on their own personal relationship and i bet it wasn’t easy seeing their every move dissected and fans projecting their own desires onto this pure thing that is THEIRS. But, they glow together and it’s hard not to look. It's a privilege to witness and I hope they understand this and forgive us. I could write a whole essay about this point. They radiated pure love, affection, admiration. With all the dark forces in the world, chemistry like theirs reminds you that good things can happen too. That there is true beauty too. Magic. I think they were also in awe of what they found. That type of connection isn’t something you come by everyday. I’ve experienced similar relationships before, it makes your life so much richer. Anyway, what makes me think it’s romantic?  

I’ve never had that much energy for someone that I didn't have a crush on. Always trying to be near them, always teasing, flirting, staring. My friend worked with a married guy once who used to playfully hit her and told her “i hit you cause i can’t hug you”, kinda creepy i know, but watching them i could help think of that. The desire to be close. I could list all of my favorite moments but you guys already have. I actually like this one. Maybe I’m reading into it but Yibo seems legit angry and not his usual smiley self when he’s around gg. Look at him with that intense blank stare, and gg doesn’t know what to do with himself lol. Then they fight (i wish they camera would have stayed on their faces) and break the tension. This is the only time I’ve seen them like this. I remember watching that and thinking 1) oh they are close close if they’re fighting like this 2) this seems unprofessional get it together boys lol.

I try to be rational and tell myself that just because i can’t relate to that level of interest towards a friend, doesn’t mean that it’s not possible. Truth is, on some level i kinda hope for their sake that it’s not romantic. As much as I love romance, romantic love is fickle. Nothing is much stronger and meaningful than true friendship (I’m projecting here cause my bestie is my soulmate and my most meaningful deep relationship). Plus the idea of being a gay Chinese celebrity sounds like HELL. Just to imagine the levels of paranoia they would have to deal with. Someone hacking their phone, the government possibly listening in on their conversation. Jesus. That would put so much stress on a relationship. Plus, they are both so freaking busy. Anything is possible through and from the side they definitely looked in love.  

Whatever they are, I hope they are still close. I feel like the more successful they get, the lonelier it can get. In my imagination it’s part of what connected them in the first place. They could allow themselves to shine brightly in front of each other cause the other person was just as beautiful, just as charismatic, just as bright, just as confident. There was no need to be humble or walk on tip toes around each other. They were so real with each other and that’s hard to find for anyone, especially celebrities who have to deal with things that most people can't relate to. I would imagine they know this and don’t take it for granted.

I love the end of Untamed cause i love an open end. We know enough. We know their characters, we know they love each other, we know they meet again and now we get to imagine what that would look like. Same with Yizhan. I love not knowing. I didn't enjoy the press & interviews as much, i didn't like seeing their bond capitalized. I'm so happy their relationship, whatever is it, is now only between them.

#yizhan #bjyx #wang yibo #xiao zhan #bjyxszd