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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkook x OC

Summary : Friends with benefits? Or maybe Enemies who just happen to be each other’s best fuck? Areum and Jungkook love driving each other crazy, but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

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Chapter 7

“A two hour lunch break and a limp? You’ve been busy , I see.....” Hobi remarked mildly , when I slinked back to my desk, thighs still shaking .

I winced when I sat down, glaring at him.

“I sprained my ankle....” I snapped, internally cringing at the ridiculous lie.

“While riding his dick? How did that happen?? ” Hoseok rolled his eyes and before I could pretend to be properly outraged he continued, “ No matter.... i want you to compile those memos from last week and write up the report for last week’s meeting. The minutes are in the file.”

I didn’t particularly enjoy my job or hate it. It was just something I did to make money and I was fine with that. As a kid I’d had some vague dreams of being a photographer and while I did occasionally take my camera out to click candids of my family or the occasional cherry blossom tree, it wasn’t a major component in my life.

Or at least, it hadn’t been, for the two and half years I’d worked here. Right about the time I started sleeping with Jungkook. I stared at the screen, feeling myself drown in the redundant words. It wasn’t that I didn’t imagine a life with Jungkook.....but... I wasn’t sure if we would work well, as a couple. I had never been on a date with him , never met each other for anything that didn’t end in mutually ( enjoyable ) orgasms and just.... most of the time we did piss each other off incredibly.

But I could feel the clock ticking....I wasn’t really a co ed anymore, was I? There was more to a relationship than just sex and ... I wanted it. Of course I did....

I couldn’t spend the rest of my life doing this with Jungkook. But I couldn’t for the life of me, imagine not doing this with him.

And in the wake of that thought came the thought I had always avoided.

What if I could have both? What if I could have the dirty , raunchy , mindblowing sex , along with the Sunday brunches, picnics in the park and skinny dipping in the pool at midnight?

What if, possibly, Jungkook could be the one I had dinner with on a Friday night? What if he was the one I woke up to everyday, made pancakes for and with, smearing flour on each other’s noses as we chased each other around the kitchen in our PJs?

Fuck.

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Jungkook was busy for a couple of days with his training and I couldn’t get a chance to meet him . On the day before his supposed match, he told me he wanted to ‘unwind’ . Would I be kind enough to join him for the night?

I agreed,

My phone buzzed, just as I stepped out of the shower. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous contact name that Jungkook had probably put in himself.

From Hungkook

You have an appointment tonight m’lady.

An appointment to ride this dick.

On my terms.

You’re gonna stay over right?

I scoffed at the last bit., When had it ever not been on his terms?? I ran the towel through my hair before carefully coating my fingers with lotion and threading them through the damp strands.

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From me,

When did you change your fucking contact name , dickhead. Yes, I’ll stay over and we’re meeting at 7.00 PM right?? Will you pick me up?

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From Kook,

Wasn’t me.... must’ve been you subconsciously. Don’t tell me you aren’t thinking about how big I am, all the fucking time.

I’m still setting stuff up. Get a cab. Or I can send my chauffeur if you want?

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From me,

No. I’ll drive myself over.

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From Kook,

Wear something easy to take off. c u.

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Jerk, I thought fondly. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly vulnerable. I wanted to talk to Jungkook about us. And I would.... eventually. When I felt ready enough....

For tonight, I would indulge him. .

I had gone the extra mile today, soaked in the tub for a whole hour so my skin was completely imbibed with the scent of strawberries and cream, with little whiffs of lavender. The body scrub had done its job and my skin fairly glowed, plump and soft.

I decided to forego makeup, only putting on the barest minimum : some gloss and a moisturizing spray. I grabbed the short kimono style dress from the closet, slipping it on without anything underneath.

I stared at myself from all angles, just to make sure I was still decent. Not that it would matter. Jungkook’s condo had a private elevator that no one but he used . Perks of owning the entire apartment complex , I guessed. I hesitated before rummaging through the small jewelry box I kept hidden in the back of the closet.

It had a small necklace, the only gift I’d ever accepted from Jungkook. I stared at the small , pendant : a small heart with the words, JK’s engraved on it. It had been a gag gift, meant to aggrieve me during one of our ridiculous spats. But i traced the words and wondered why the prospect of belonging to him didn’t feel quite as infuriating as it used to .

Slipping it on, I quickly grabbed my wallet and keys.

Well, time to get this show on the road. ‘

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Jungkook opened the door, freshly showered, dressed in a white linen shirt, a few sizes too big and opened half way through. As always, a glimpse of his gorgeous face was all it took for arousal to pool in the pit of my stomach. I smiled at him.

“Hi.” I grinned.

He stared at me for a second taking a deep breath.

“Jesus, you smell fucking delicious....What is that?” He groaned, grabbing my wrist and tugging me in. I followed him to the dining space, blinking when I saw the two small glasses of wine.

“Ooh...fancy. Looks like you’re looking to spoil someone tonight. “ I teased.

“Yeah, just had my girlfriend over. You must’ve run into her on the way up.” He winked and I shook my head, laughing as I grabbed one, taking a small sip.

“So....? Should we get started....”

Jungkook hummed, grabbing the satin ribbon tie that held my dress together and tugging on it gently. I kept my eyes trained on his face , just so I wouldn’t miss the look on his face when the fabric fell apart.

He didn’t disappoint.

Doe eyes widened in shock, lips parting in a sharp little exhale as he stared at me, completely naked in the golden spool of light, cast by the small chandelier overhead.

“Oh fuck.....is that...?” He lightly pulled the pendant at the base of my throat, staring at the inscription.

“Thought it may turn you on....” I shrugged. Jungkook’s eyes ran up and down my body and I felt an inordinate thrill at how open he was with how much he enjoyed looking at me, even though it was far from the first time.

“That’s my biggest weakness, darling......I’m always turned on for you...” He grinned , winking.

“So should we go open that toy box of yours?” I prompted when he stepped closer.

“Hmm... Not like this. “ He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off his torso before carefully slipping it on me. “ I can’t concentrate if you’re standing here without clothes on.”

The linen shirt, big on Jungkook’s broad frame , practically swallowed me up, hanging somewhere near my knee. I watched the way his pupils dilated when he stared at me.

“Fuck... you in my clothes.... This may be worse than you being naked...” He said, sounding slightly strangled.

I flicked his forehead playfully.

“I’m beginning to think you’re just stalling.... ” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Nope, just thinking of a couple of drawings I could make with this particular shirt on you.”

I felt my insides quiver as I remembered the art and the very enjoyable time I’d had seeing all of it.

“If you hurry up , I may model for you. “ I said casually and Jungkook froze.

“Better not joke about that, Areum...” He said harshly.

“Well, what if I’m not?”

“Are you?”

“Only one way to find out.” I smiled, yelping when his arms shot out, wrapping around my thighs and throwing me over his shoulder as he stalked over to the bedroom.

I whined because his shoulder blades dug into my tummy , feeling slightly dizzy from all the blood rushing to my head.

I stumbled a bit when he set me down , blinking to orient myself. I stared around at the room, my throat going dry.

The bed was covered in satin sheets in a rich shade of burgundy . The entire room was lit only from the backlight in the bedframe, low and demure as it lit parts of the bed while the rest of room stayed plunged in darkness. An ornate table stood right next to the bed with what looked like a hundred or so sex toys and I flushed red, my face heating up.

I felt my heart begin to pound inside me.

It was so foreign, this desperate sort of anticipation, something I didn’t usually feel because this was Jungkook and I knew him ....knew his body better than my own.

“Well, since you wanted to pick the toys we’d use today....”

“No.” I whispered softly.

“What?”

I turned to him , smiling before carefully walking over to the bed and climbing on. I crawled to the center before carefully sitting down on my heels, kneeling.

“You can pick.” I shrugged.

Jungkook stared at me thoughtfully.

“You’re joking.” He said softly.

“I trust you.” I replied.

His eyes widened, lips parting. He licked his lips, before tugging his lower lip between his teeth.

“Really? You trust me?” He asked, looking incredibly skeptical.

“I do. “

“Trust that I ....?”

“That you won’t hurt me.”

“Hmm... I’ve gone soft on you haven’t I? Haven’t left bruises on that perfect body in a while... “ He said casually and I felt my heart jerk a little.

Earlier in our relationship, Jungkook had always skirted the edge of too much, sometimes leaving marks and bruises that lingered for weeks after our sexcapades. And he was right...we had toned it down the past few weeks,

“Even then...You never did anything I didn’t want.” I pointed out.

He smiled.

“That’s true... my pretty little slut, you wanted every single one of those bruises, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“I did...”

“So , I can just go pick any toy I want and you’ll let me put it on you....? In you?” He prompted.

“I trust you.” I said again.

He narrowed his eyes at me before moving slowly to the table. I stared back, holding his gaze as I watched him carefully pick up something from the table.

My heart dropped when I saw the small flogger, his ivory fingers curling on the handle as he carefully, swatted the inside of his other palm with it.

“You sure you’re up for this?” He brought the flogger down on the bed with enough force to make the sheets crackle and the noise was so sharply frightening that I couldn’t help but jump a little. I flinched so bad, my lips wobbled.

He watched the way I was shaking and scoffed.

“Thought so, fragile little thing like you could never--”

“Yes.” I snapped, willing myself to stay calm. “Yes.”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to mine.

“Color?”

I swallowed, trying to get my senses together. I calmed myself down, trying to think rationally instead of impulsively.

“Green.” I whispered.

He hummed.

I watched as he grabbed a small vibrator , holding it up for me to see., I shrugged,

“I told you ...I trust you. Looks like you don’t trust yourself... What’s the matter, Jeon, too chicken to be a real man? “ I whispered.

His gaze narrowed dangerously.

He moved briskly to the table and grabbed things quickly. I bit my lips as I saw the nipple clamps, the small whip, the handcuffs and the pinwheel among other things.

I pulled my gaze away from the toys and stared at him.

“If anyone can make me enjoy those things...its you.” I whispered and his eyes softened visibly.

“Fuck...don’t say shit like that....” He whispered.

I laughed a little, nodding.

“Okay. “ I agreed.

He grabbed a small strip of cloth from the table and held it up between his hands.

“I’m going to put this on you first. “

I nodded, as familiar with the thick, satiny length of it as i was with my own skin. Jungkook sometimes liked using it to tie my wrists together , especially when he intended to take his time.

i held my hands out but he shook his head, holding it up and then placing it over my eyes.

I faltered a little when my vision went black, swallowing as the scent of his bodywash hit me, his body just a few inches away and the urge to touch was so strong , my mouth watering with the urge to run to my lips all over his delectable body.

He finished tying the fabric at the base of my skull and pulled away. I felt the bed dip as he moved away.

“ Take that shirt off.”

I grabbed the hem and stripped quickly, tossing the shirt aside.

“Lie down. On your back.”

I nodded before doing just that, letting my arms rest on the side, palms facing up.

The sound of the flogger cracking through the air made me wince.

“You’ve ever been hit with one of these....” His voice came from somewhere to my right and I bit my lips, shaking my head.,

“Use your words doll....”

The nick name made me squirm.

“No.”

I jumped when I felt the soft strips of the blogger brush against my thigh, so gentle it felt like a kiss.

“Hmm.... I want you to stay quiet from now unless i ask you something and you will only say, yes or no. Got that?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

I felt like I was over heating, my body thrumming with anticipation.

“i don’t use it too often because I prefer my hands. Like bringing it down on the curve of your ass or maybe your thighs.....Nothing quite as satisfying as feeling that soft flesh give under your palm, hot and burning. And man the way the red just blooms on the surface when i pull away....addicting.”

His fingers closed over my thigh and squeezed.

I jerked a bit.

“It hurts at first....but it also feels good. A good , fiery burn that makes you feel alive .... that makes your skin thrum with life....and after the tenth hit, the pain is so numbed down that your mind only experiences the pleasure ..... “

I bit my lips to stop myself from saying anything.

“The pinwheel is what really hurts.” I felt the sharp prick of it on my cheek, and i jerked back a bit., “ It’s very sharp and precise....like the stab of a hundred needles on your body...I like using it between the thighs....You know, right on that swollen little nub in the middle.... usually makes the girl lift right off the bed....”

He chuckled .

I was panting a bit, every word translating into a phantom touch on my body. Although he was only saying it, my body seemed to experience it physically.

I felt the air shift around me, and then the familiar press of him body on mine, my arms instinctively shooting up to grip him as he straddled my waist, his hands grabbing my wrists and yanking them away. He pushed my hands up against the headboard, and I felt his breath right against my neck, feather light kisses that traced a path up to my ear and then he gently blew air against my earlobe.

“And man, the vibrator is my favorite.” His voice was low and deep, whispering dirty, right into my ear and I clenched around nothing, feeling wet and empty as he went on, “ I’d leave it right up against your clit while I eat you out, two of my fingers fucking into your sweet little cunt, tongue lapping up that sweet , sweet slick of yours..... Fucking delicious , makes me want to bury my face into it.... fuck.....baby, i could eat you out for hours.... “

I choked out, struggling to get my hands free, desperate to feel him, desperate to feel him inside me .

“I would eat you out so good but I wouldn’t let you cum.”

I felt my heart drop.

“Please Jungkook-”

“Uh-uh-uh....Nope...” Jungkook muttered.” Don’t want you begging so soon baby.,... we haven’t even started yet...Didn’t I tell you not to say anything till I asked you to? What's the matter baby, you like hearing what I want to do to you? Doesn’t it make you wet...make you want to fuck yourself on my cock?”

I bit my lips, trying to regulate my breathing , bucking up into his hardness as he rolled his hips into mine. I kicked out , trying to dislodge him, just a little bit so I could feel him where i wanted and he grunted when my heel hit his shin.

I whined when his fingers tightened on my wrists, hard enough to make the bones grind together. Pain shot up my forearm and I whimpered when a hand wrapped around my throat, gentle but with the threat of force behind it.

“Stop fucking wiggling and listen to me. “ He snapped and I froze.

“If I eat you out.... turn the vibrator up, and then tell you to not cum till i ask you to.....Can you do that?”

“Yes.” I sobbed out,

He grinned.

“Really baby? No protests? You’ve never let me edge you before....I wonder what’s changed?” He whispered.

“Trust you.” I whispered and his breath caught again.

“You trust me that much?”

“Yes.”

“Trust me when I say if you cant hold it off...if you cum without my permission, well....that’s when I’m gonna get the fucking whip.”

My body screamed in protest at the very thought of it.

“Well? “ He demanded, squeezing down on my throat just a bit. “ Still trust me?”

I felt the first gush of tears, feeling my heart thud against my ribs. All i could think about was Jungkook’s face when he’d held me that day, when Junho had hurt me. The way his eyes had flooded with tears at the sight of me hurt and it was absolutely laughable....the idea that Jeon Jungkook would somehow choose to hurt me voluntarily.

“Trust you.”

For a few seconds, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t move either.

“Should we get started then?”

“Okay.” I whispered.

I felt a pang of loss when he moved up and off my body, and I blinked against the blindfold, trying to ground myself. Fear and arousal made me disoriented , my mind struggling to decide whether I was enjoying this or not.

I heard the crack of the flogger again and screwed my eyes shut.

“You ready?” , the bristles traced up my leg, from my feet right up to the top of my thighs.

I took a deep shuddering breath.

“Yes.”

I bit my lips, bracing myself for the hit.

It never came.

Instead, all i felt was the gentle brush of lips against my brow, and then against my cheek, soft, feather light kisses , peppered across my jaw and down my neck. I gasped as his lips parted slightly, opening and closing on the soft skin, suckling gently for just a second before his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting.

I licked my lips , gasping when his fingers fluttered up and down my arm, so gentle that I wanted to cry.

“I like the idea of taking you apart...., having you tremble with anticipation because you’re scared of what I’d do next , but you know what I like more, Areum?”

Fingers lightly gripped my wrist, pulling them up till my hands rested on his shoulders.

“Jungkook?”

“I like it when you touch me. I like it when you’re trembling, not because you’re scared or worried but because you’re feeling good....because I’m making you feel good.”

I smiled despite myself.

“Can i touch you?” I whispered.

“You don’t ever have to ask...” He breathed against my lips, and i surged up to kiss him. Letting my fingers drop down to tug at the hardened length of him. I ran a finger over the tip, mouth watering at the mound of precum leaking out of him, enough for me to get my palm wet , so I could stroke him without any abrasive friction.

He growled , rolling over me and nipping sharply at my neck, before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

“Gonna eat you out. “ He growled and i grinned.

“No vibrator?” I teased and he grunted, already crawling down my body.

“Don’t need it.... Gonna make you cum just with my tongue.”

I let my head fall back against the pillows as he grabbed my hips, lifting my waist up before shoving a couple of pillow underneath.

“Bend your knees and spread your thighs for me angel.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my ankle and I nodded quickly, doing just that. I dug my heels into the soft sheets.

“You want to me to get the vibrator?” He bit my thighs lightly and I jumped.

“Not really....” I breathed out .

Warm wetness closed over my center and I gasped, fingers reaching down to grip his hair .

“Gonna ride my face , baby?” He laughed against my slit, tongue tracing the seam with soft little kitten licks and I groaned.

He lost no time, slipping two fingers straight into me, parting them in a V and licking into the gap, tongue pushing into me with the kind of ease that came from doing something you loved, something you enjoyed doing.

Pleasure shot straight up my spine rendering me boneless, my limbs turning to jelly as he used his thumb to gently run circles on my clit, all the while licking into me, tongue curling inside me, pushing against my walls and lapping up the wetness like it was the sweetest drink he’d ever had.

And nothing was a bigger turn on than how much he seemed to be enjoying it and i found myself falling apart embarrassingly fast. I felt my thighs start to tremble and Jungkook hugged against me, slipping another finger in, the fit now tight and I whimpered when he curled his fingers inside me, fingers tips reaching back to nudge the spot the usually sent me spiraling off the edge.

“Don’t want you to cum yet,....hold off for me.... “ He whispered suddenly, squeezing in a fourth finger and I blacked out when my orgasm hit before I could even try to stop it, clenching down on his fingers so tight that he couldn’t even move them , my muscles screaming as I gripped the duvet under my fingers.

“I ....” i couldn’t form words.

“Thought I told you not to cum.” He said softly, somewhere over me.

I swallowed.

“You... You did it on purpose ...you... fuck...”

“Did what on purpose...” He was laughing a little, and I mewled a little when his fingers rubbed on my clit again, thumb dipping into me playfully.

“Told me to not cum just before you.... Oh fuck” I choked out when he slipped his fingers right back in, and my body screamed in protest , the overstimulation making my eyes water.

“Sould i get the whip as promised?” He laughed and I froze.

“I would let you, you know. “ I said softly.

He didn’t respond but he did draw his fingers out of me. I let my legs drop down to the bed and waited for him to say something but he didn’t , so I continued, stammering a bit.

“It’s not the kind of thing i would want in general...” I admitted, “ But I didn’t like half the things we do now, once. You’re... you’re my kink.” I chuckled, feeling a bit like i was laying myself bare .

“Areum...”

“Its you...anything that makes you feel good is what makes me feel good... I love the way your eyes darken when you tie me up...The way you always want to hold me down with a little more force than necessary and the way you sometimes , purposely leave me handcuffed in a way that makes it hurt..... and its not because I’m a masochist or because i love pain but i just... I like doing it for you. “ I admitted.

I waited for him to say something, and the silence made me nervous. Had I said too much? Had I made him uncomfortable? Oh God, did he think it was too weird?

I opened my mouth, ready to apologize for making things weirds, but before I could , the blindfold came off and I blinked , confused to see him hovering over me.

“I...” He looked like he was shaking.

“Jungkook?” I asked, confused, hand reaching up to grip his cheek, concern blooming inside me because of how scared and terrified he looked.

“You.... You...What you said...” He was definitely shaking,

“I’m sorry.” I said softly. “ I didn’t mean to imply I didn’t like it..I just want you to know that I’m open to doing new things with you and you don’t have to hold yourself back......”

"Fuck .,.. Areum.. I...” He closed his eyes, laughing a little.

Genuinely worried, I brushed my thumb across his cheek in worry.

“Hey...what’s wrong?” I asked gently.

His eyes fluttered open and he stared right at me.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered.

My breath got knocked right out of my lung and i gasped out loud, my mind turning to complete mush.

“I-uh...whu-buh???” I said intelligently and he laughed.

“Fuck.. i didn’t... I didn’t mean to blurt that out.. I...”

I grabbed him before he could move away, tugging his gorgeous face closer to mine.

“Did you mean that?” I croaked out, my voice raw from shock.

He stared at me doe eyes wide and open and so damn vulnerable.

“Uh...yeah.. I... “

“you stupid fucking bastard...” i choked out, raising myself up to capture his lips with mine. He groaned as he kissed back, lips opening beneath mine and tongue slipping into my mouth with the practiced familiarity of a thousand kisses behind us ad it was so amazing, how incredibly new and exciting this felt, when we had done it so many times.

I found myself grinning into the kiss as I slipped my fingers into his hair, tugging on the thick dark locks , to pull him away for a second.

“Can i take you out on a date?” I panted and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah.... Yeah... you can.”

I smiled and bit my lips, tears spilling out before i could stop myself.

“I love you so fucking much...” I whispered and he brushed his thumbs across my cheek, wiping away the dampness.

“So fucking sappy.....” He said fondly. “ Now , tell me....can I fuck you....?”

I shook my head.

Jungkook’s face fell, lips jutting out in a pout and I pressed a finger against his lips when he began to protest.

“You can’t fuck me....but you can make love to me. If you even know how.”

His gaze softened.

“I’ve always made love to you Areum.... I may have been rough but I never had anything but affection for you when I touched you.”

I couldn’t help but trace my fingers over his features, taking in the handsome curves and ridges of his face.

“ I know...but I’d still like to do it gently. Sometimes.”

He nodded.

“Anything for my gorgeous girlfriend.” He pecked my nose.

My heart leapt right up at that.

I could get used to being called that.

I wrapped both my legs around him, drawing him closer.

“How do you want it?” He whispered.

“Just you... inside. “ I rubbed my nose against his as he nodded.

He barely let me catch my breath before lining himself right up against me and sliding right in and this time, I got to hold his gaze as he slid home, saw exactly how it affected him, how pleasure hit him, hard and fast as he sank into my warmth.

“Oh fuck...” He whispered .

“Fuck me slow.... like you have all the time in the world.” I demanded, slipping my fingers in his hair and gripping hard and he grunted, gripping my waist and squeezing hard enough to bruise .

“ As you wish.” He moved his hands up to shape my breasts, thumb brushing my nipples till the nubs perked right up and I groaned when he bent over and took one of them into his mouth, all the while sliding in and out of me at a tortuously slow pace.

"I'm glad we skipped over the part where we deny our feelings.." I whispered against his lips and he grinned.

"I've never denied shit. If you remember..... This whole sex only business was entirely your idea....I asked you on a date two years ago...."

I flushed.

" I thought you were mocking me."

He shook his head , gripping me close and rolling us over so I was on top. Taking the cue, I dug my knees into the duvet and gripped his shoulders, biting my lips at the new angle .

" No , You thought I was a fuckboy..... I wasn't and I knew that I would have to work hard to prove it to you. "

"Prove that you weren't a fuckboy?"

"Prove that just because I liked sex doesn't mean I don't care about anything else.....Prove that, yes, I wanted to fuck your brains out but i also wanted to hold your hands and lick ice cream off your nose...." He rolled his hips into me and I moaned.

“Well, thank you for that. Point taken . “ I choked out.

He hummed and jugged the chain on my neck, fingers lightly tracing the inscribed JK’S.

“ So this is official?” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

“I belong to no one.” I said loftily and he responded my moving his hips just a little too harsh on the next thrust, making me yelp in surprise.

“This feels good...” He kissed the tip of my nose.

“Nothing like good old vanilla sex after a heartfelt confession. “ I hummed.

“But just so you know, we are definitely. playing with my toys someday.”

I gave his ear a sharp tug.

“Stop ruining the moment and fuck me.”

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carboniteprincess · 3 years

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Nova | Boba Fett x F! Reader | 1.2k

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, ig praise kink, I really just wanted an excuse to have boba say good girl, fingering, he rips your clothes off but nicely, there's people downstairs and they can probably hear you, also you spend his money

@delusionsxfgrandeur hi🤧 thank u for encouraging me to write this (and step out of my anon bubble). I hope u slurp slurp and that its even slightly as good your writing✨

You paced towards the mirror, heels clicking against the stone, a luxurious gown laid out on your bed. Tonight was Boba's birthday and oh did you have plans. But first, you had to get through the boring party. You didn't understand why he agreed to it, he knew that everyone who arrived would shower him in gifts, hoping to gain his favor. The Palace tonight would be a den of sin, where drinks flowed freely and music never quietened.

You hated it. It's not like you were against parties, quite the opposite, you would jump at any chance to let loose. However, today was the day where you wanted him all to yourself, preferably in bed, lounging as he feeds you grapes or something. Life is a cruel trickster, intent on depriving you of his attention.

While gazing at your naked form, an idea pops into your head, seeing a glimmer from the drawer in the corner of your mirror. Lingerie. You had brought them on Coruscant during a secret shopping trip while Boba was off hunting down a random criminal, on his credits of course. It's not like he would run out anytime soon.

A knowing smirk across your face as you toss your regular underwear off, pulling the jewels from the drawer. It wasn't subtle, but it would serve as an act of small revenge for agreeing to that damned party. You kicked your heels off, the cold gems sliding up your leg, securing them with a bow at the top. Hopefully, it would peak from your dress.

It would probably be an overstatement to call them underwear, being that little was covered. The light reflected, dressing you in a thousand constellations. The bodysuit tied at the neck, a thousand stepping stones of nova crystals, crafted expertly into triangles covered your breasts. Small icicles dripped from the chest piece, pointing right down to your navel. Oh, how much trouble you were going to get in tonight.

Or now. "Where, just where, are you going in that?" You freeze, hearing the familiar voice of Boba Fett. He leans on the doorframe, arms crossed in irritation. You turn to his hidden face, trying to decipher any emotion from him. You could not.

"Downstairs, why? Aren't you busy entertaining your… guests?" You retorted, bitterness on your tongue. That did it, Boba's arms unfolded as he slowly entered your room. The door behind him closed with a hiss, your mouth almost watering from a hint of his affections.

"All this, just for my attention? If that's what you desire, then I can hardly have you feeling ignored." Your heart rate spikes, seeing him peel away his gloves as he makes quick timing of pacing behind you. When you finally feel his fingertips brush against your back, toying with the fastenings a quiet gasp escapes your lips.

"It's quite the craftsmanship, I'll have to send the jeweler my thanks." Boba mutters, giving the ribbon a small tug, not enough to loosen it. Your eyes widen, almost coughing from the shocking revelation. "You—knew?" You say, turning your head swiftly to meet his visor. A small chuckle rises from his chest, fingers catching your chin and holding you there.

"Oh, little one. I watched you buy it. I was wondering when you would be bold enough to wear it. It does look better on, but I believe I'd prefer it on my floor. What do you think?" Boba tilts his head, finally allowing himself to enjoy the view. You chew on your bottom lip, before nodding.

"I suppose—there's only one way to find out." You suggest with a shrug, grasping at whatever bravery you had left. Boba tugs the ribbon, the chest piece falling. His bare hands glide across your skin like satin, trying to locate other fastenings. There were several clips to get through, he wondered how you put it on at all. He lefts out a huff in frustration, changing his tactic as he edges you towards the bed.

The backs of your knees touch the linens, you let out a soft laugh as he struggles against the fabric, trying to show him how to remove it. With a huff, he resigns himself to rough tugs, sending thousands of crystals to the floor. Each of them shining in the dull light, as an orchestra of crashes fills your ears.

"Hey! It's expensive!" You protest, as he finally finishes his attack on your attire. "I don't care. My money." Boba states with a shrug, bare hands caressing your thighs. Suddenly, you don't care for lingerie anymore. You lie back, parting your legs for him. "Good girl." He coos, thick fingers mapping your slit.

Heat rises to your cheeks, watching him slowly move to your clit, just lightly brushing it. The slightest friction making your legs back, much to his amusement. "You are desperate, aren't you?" Boba mutters, fingers moving away as you whine.

"I asked you something, little one." His hand returns to your thigh, firmer this time. He's everywhere and nowhere all at once, your cunt begging to be touched, begging for his touch. "I— yes. I'm desperate." You admit, nodding your head. He leans forward, over you, slowly pushing a finger between your folds. "Always so needy, princess. I bet I can make you moan louder than the band downstairs. Do you want that? Want all my guests to hear who's making you cum?" He's teasing you for that performance earlier, the same bitterness on his tongue. You whimper, feeling a broad finger enter you, instinctively clenching around it.

"Y—yes." You struggle to form your words as he makes a "come hither" motion, his thumb resting against your clit, aimlessly circling. You made an incoherent attempt at his name, stuck in your throat, amplified by a second finger easily sliding in. "What was that? You seemed so confident earlier...now look at you." Boba whispers, voice filled with admiration.

"Fuck—I" Your back arches, meeting each thrust of his fingers with your own, head thrown back. Your thighs move together on their own, earning a sharp grab from him, pulling them apart so he can study you. Each caress was precise, he knew your body well by now as if his only purpose was to get you off.

Your grip the sheets, you grip his robe, trying to find anything that will tether you. Your attempts are in vain, soon you are soaring. The party downstairs continued, sounds of people making merry echoed throughout the palace. You paid them little mind, blinded by the rapture. "That's my good girl, let them hear you." Boba's voice is strained, you eye him palming himself through his pants.

Your thigh muscles twitch as he hangs you off the edge of the abyss, before dropping you in headfirst. You feel like you've been shattered, everything numbing as you cum around his fingers, the wet sounds of his movements only defeated by the cry of his name. And then, you were whole again.

You basked in afterglow, watching the nova crystals dance across the ceiling, their little lights grounding you as Boba strokes your hair, sweet nothings leaving his lips freely. "You'll be missed downstairs, you know." You tell him as his arm snakes around your waist. Turns out you'll be getting that night in bed after all.

#boba fett #the mandalorian #boba fett x reader #boba fett x female reader #mine #fic #im so scared no cap #but uhhh #also I hope its okay to tag you still!!!#if its not um... sorry 👉👈#if it is.... then slurp #really living up to the shy anon persona rn but #this has been sat in my drafts all evening now and I'm just going to throw it to the world

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obedience | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x named oc, murder, and violence, non/dubcon oral and vaginal, outdoor sex, kidnapping, p/e/t play elements, bad google translate, implied agegap, mater/pet, lots of buildup, Stockholm syndrome(?)

A/N: I’ve been writing a bunch of Peter and Harry and kind of wanted to take a little break! This pretty much post endgame bucky. Sorry for any story inaccuracies! TRIGGER CONTENT AHEAD SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

In which Bucky kills her family of former Hydra members before taking her home as his pet.

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Sam wanted him to let things go. Move on and focus on something else, he said. Sam thought it would be impossible to find any of them since it had been years since they were active members. The snap had given them a big enough distraction to escape. Bucky didn’t think it was fair that they could just disappear, change their names, and get to live another day after the destruction they had caused.

Accept, they couldn’t stay hidden for long. It took months but Bucky finally tracked the small family to Manhattan. The German immigrants thought they could hide within the millions of citizens in the New York borough. They made several mistakes though only because they couldn’t get rid of the luxury they were used to. The daughter had a driver and bodyguard that took her to and from her private school.

Bucky had cyberstalked her through her Instagram. The eighteen-year-old Senior posted a lot under the alias, Mina, that her parents had most likely given her. The Vogt family had turned into the Bradford’s of Manhattan’s elite class. The daughter didn’t go anywhere without her bodyguard, at least, that’s what her parents thought. Bucky noticed how she snuck out on Friday’s at the same time every week.

How reckless could she be? Her parents are on the most wanted list in eight different countries. Teenage love was the only answer. Bucky saw the boy she met up with, a poor rockstar type, that gave her that rush of dopamine she desperately needed.

Poor little rich girl.

Bucky purposely bumped into her while the couple was waiting for the subway, “Watch where you’re going, dude,” The boy spoke in a thick Queens accent. Her purse dropped and, because Bucky was dressed like a respectable man of society, the girl let him pick it up and hand it back to her. Their eyes met for a long moment and Bucky thought for a moment she was lost in his blue eyes.

“Sorry about that, you two have a goodnight,” Bucky faked a smile as he walked away, tucking the girl’s apartment key into his coat.

“Old creep, he was definitely checking you out,” Bucky heard as he walked away, a stoic look of determination on his face.

Mina woke up frightened. She panted, looking around in the dark for the monster that was in her nightmare. Those striking blue eyes looked into the depths of her soul. Brandon had said the man was checking her out but he didn’t see what she saw. Hate. That man didn’t even know her and yet he hated her.

Looking out the window across the room, Mina could clearly see the lights of the Manhattan Bridge. When they first moved here, her mother promised she would have an even better view than the master bedroom. They were still trying to get her to not be so upset about the move. Mina pulled back the fabric of her heavy duvet and decided she’d go downstairs to get some water. Her bare feet padded across the white carpet and she opened the doors that led into the hallway.

As she walked down the hall, someone appeared around the corner, “What are you doing up so late, Miss Mina?” The maid asked, her hands full of towels that she was carrying to the linen closet.

The maid looked over her, sweaty with tangled hair, clad in her polka-dotted robe and nightgown, “Just getting some water. I had a bad dream.”

The maid held out her hand, urging her to stop, “I can bring you some warm milk and cookies, you should go back to your room,” Something changed in the older woman’s eyes. If Mina wasn’t so tired, she might’ve thought the maid was warning her.

“It’s okay,” Mina insisted, stepping forward, “You work too much-”

Before Mina could even step forward, the maid collapsed on her side. Blood splattered against the wall and Mina thought she saw pieces of her brain. A bullet had come from down the hall Mina was about to turn on to. Mina covered her mouth, backing away, as the man from the subway stepped around the corner.

No mask. He didn’t plan on letting her leave alive.

Mina hurried backward, towards her room, but the man took off after her. As her fingers curled around the door handle, she felt metal wrap around her upper arm. She screamed loud, a piercing scream even louder than the gunshot, as she struggled against him.

The man didn’t speak, just pressed the long tipped gun against the side of her head, “P-Please, please, don’t kill me,” She stuttered out, shutting her eyes shut tight, “Please!”

“Scream one more time and I’ll kill you,” The man jerked her away from the door. The man pulled her back towards the maid’s dead body and down the hall, he came from. Mina’s knees were so weak that she was struggling to walk beside him. She let out a whimper as she was forced to step over the maid’s body.

“W-Why are you doing this?”

It couldn’t be because of the rude thing Brandon said, right? This was too insane for that.

He had killed someone. Killed.

The man dragged her into the room she knew as her father’s office. And despite the man’s order, Mina screamed again. Her mother was bleeding from her abdomen, laying flat on the old rug in front of his desk. The man let go of her arm and Mina ran to her.

He killed her mother.

As Mina touched her mother, she realized there was no life left in her.

Her father was still alive, just bent over and handcuffed to his coffee table, “sie ist tot,” She heard her father say, his thick German accent coming through, “She’s dead. Thank the Winter Soldier for that.”

Mina looked up at the man standing over them, her face covered in tears, “Papa?” Her lips trembling, “W-What’s happening?”

Her father didn’t answer as he looked down, talking to himself, “Mashina. Belyy. Doroga. Svecha. Nebo …” He was spouting off random words in Russian and her anger and frustration only grew.

The man stepped forward, slamming her father’s head into the table, “I’m not your puppet anymore, Vogt,” Her father laughed, blood dripping down his face.

“I like your new haircut, Winter Soldier,” Her father teased which only resulted in a punch across the face, “It suits you.”

“Papa!” She shouted to him, wanting him to stop antagonizing. His wife was dead and his daughter was at gunpoint yet he was teasing the man? “Please stop hurting him!”

The man finally looked at her, “Your daughter is beautiful, Frank. Is that what you get when you make them in labs?”

Frank? That was not her father’s name.

“What is it that you want? Money? Being Captain America’s best friend not pay much?”

Bucky tried not to show any emotion but becoming Bucky instead of Winter Soldier had its problems. He was still getting used to showing emotion.

“I want you dead. For every single death that you cause. For the years of my life that you stole.”

Frank shook his head, “Don’t give me the bad guy/good guy spiel. Name your price, Barnes.”

Bucky scowled, tucking away his gun, “What if I said I wanted your daughter?” The girl's eyes widened, still holding onto her dead mother.

“Papa?” Her father didn’t answer.

“I know what you think, Barnes, but I am not monster,” Frank spoke calmly. Too calmly, “I can give you my contacts, other members who escaped.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at the man, “Give me an example, a name, and I’ll decide if it’s worth it.”

“... Viktor Vanzin,” Bucky grinned, pulling out his pocket knife.

“You’re lying,” Bucky had killed that man himself. That meant Frank was truly out of the loop, “I want your daughter. A life for a life.”

“She’s innocent,” Frank continued.

“So was I,” Bucky countered, waiting for a response.

“Okay, Barnes. Life for a life,” As Frank finally nodded yes, Bucky thought the girl might faint. She went completely still, her heart completely broken. Bucky almost felt bad but he was really doing her a favor.

“You evil fucking bastard,” Bucky cursed, moving behind the man and wrapping his arm around the man’s neck. Frank struggled as Bucky drove the knife several times into his stomach. He wanted him to slowly bleed out, to suffer. The man slumped back over the table, coughing up blood.

He spoke his last words to her, “I-I’m s-sorry, schatz.”

Treasure.

She fainted.

Mina awoke on a thin mattress in a cold room. She reached to clutch her robe but only found her thin, blue nightgown. She wrapped her arms around herself, the sound of her heart pounding flooding her ears, before quickly sitting up. She regretted it instantly, gaining a headache quickly.

She looked around and found now windows. The walls were a boring beige and there were absolutely no decorations. Only one wooden chair in the corner. Bucky heard the commotion and walked into the room a few moments later. He found her standing, pacing around the locked room.

He expected her to be angry, to shout at him, but instead, he watched eyes well up with tears. He much rather she is angry then have to watch her cry, “Why didn’t you kill me?”

“You want to be in the afterlife with those evil people?”

“I-I’m evil too, remember?” She choked on her sobs. She remembered how her father was willing to give her over to this man in a trade for his life. She remembered how he died anyways and she was taken by this man too.

“I haven’t decided that.”

“I know they must’ve done something bad to you but they … t-they were my parents,” She struggled to speak, “They loved me. Doesn’t that show some kind of humanity?”

Bucky leaned back against the door, fingers brushing through his beard as he thought, “You truly don’t know who they really were?” She was silent, “They were top scientists for Hydra. They’re responsible for thousands of deaths and you … they lied to you.”

She shook her head, “No, they work in finances. They could never do that.”

“I think your father showed you his true colors in his final moments. If that doesn’t convince you then I don’t know what will.”

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

Bucky leaned forward, “So, even in death, they can look at you from the other side and feel no peace.”

“Please … please just kill me.”

“Where’s the fun in that, my little treasure?”

Mina hated her parents.

She loved them because they were her parents and hated them because they were the reason this happened to her. She would never see them again, never see Manhattan or Brandon ever again.

When Bucky walked into the small room later that day, he had a black box as well as a tray of food. Mina held her knees to her chest, staring at the wall, “Leave me alone.”

Bucky sighed, “I think you’re gonna need your strength,” Out of the corner of her eyes she could see his shirt was short-sleeved, his metal arm fully exposed. He set down the tray by her sad excuse of a bed.

He waited but she didn’t move. Bucky gently placed down the box before moving towards her. She flinched away from him but he grabbed her leg, pulling her flat on her back, “No, don’t! Please don’t!” His metal arm wrapped around her throat and with a swift movement, he ripped off her nightgown. She was weeping again as he did the same with her bra and panties. She grabbed at his arm which was completely useless.

When he was done, Bucky stood up, watching as she scrambled to cover up with her arms, “You’re sick!”

Bucky tossed the remnant to the side, “Good girls get to wear clothes. Eat and I’ll think about getting you some clothes. I’m in control here, I won’t put up with your tantrums,” Mina stared at him and Bucky was relieved that she was scowling at him instead of crying, “Eat.”

Mina flinched at the sound of his voice but moved forward. It was heated up canned soup and a plastic cup of water. She was glad that he splurged on her. Sitting on her knees, she covered her breast with one hand and moved the plastic spoon with her other hand.

It was lukewarm and not that appetizing but she ate most of it. Bucky had pulled the wooden chair closer and taken a seat, “C-Can I have clothes now?” Her face was completely red and, now, she found it hard to even look at him.

“I’ll think about it in a few days,” Bucky answered simply, and, as it were even possible, her face fell even more, “Considering your reaction, it seems like a good punishment.”

“Why do you want to punish me?” Mina asked, her voice timid. Was not taking her from her family enough?

“Oh, doll,” Bucky’s face softened as he leaned forward in the chair, “I don’t want to punish you but you won’t be obedient otherwise.”

To Bucky, she was a prize. A product of all that he had done and all that he had overcome to get to this point. He had survived her parents and now he owned their lives as well as their daughters. He’d spit on their graves by making her loyal and obedient to him.

“If I promise to behave, can I have some clothes?” Bucky grinned, thinking she was smarter than she looked.

Bucky’s eyes went to the black box and he swiftly picked it up, “I have something else for you to wear. A temporary one until you graduate.”

“Graduate?”

“I’m thinking of calling it Bucky’s Reformatory School for Troubled Little Girls,” She couldn’t tell if he was joking but he seemed very proud of the name he came up with. He opened the box, pulling out a plain black collar with a single silver loop, “Crawl over here, pet. Let me put it on you.”

“Mr. Barnes, please-”

“Call me Master.”

It took Mina two months to even earn a pair of panties. And the panties he chose for her were skimpy, to say the least.

Mina was used to being naked now and she was almost used to Bucky. He insisted on complete order in his house. They woke up at the same time every day, ate breakfast, Bucky went off probably to murder people and came back in the afternoon to torture her.

That morning, she sat at his feet, eating her breakfast from a plate on the floor. Apparently, she wasn’t allowed the luxury of eating at the table or even sleeping in an actual bed. It was her job to make the food, the way he taught her, and she wasn’t even allowed to enjoy it.

She wasn’t sure exactly where this rustic house was and Bucky didn’t care to answer questions like that. It wasn’t like anywhere she had lived when she was growing up. Though it wasn’t the biggest it was quite homey and somewhere she probably would’ve liked if she weren’t stuck here. The place had a big porch and there were trees surrounding most of the property except for a pond she noticed one time.

Bucky was going through his computer, looking at codes Mina couldn’t understand. It probably had something to do with whatever mission he had to go on today.

Mina itched at her collar, a reminder that she was not yet perfect to Bucky.

“Mina,” She looked up quickly. Every time she heard him say her name she hoped he’d say something along the lines of giving her freedom. It made her think about what would happen if she was free. Where would she even go? She didn’t have any more family and she’d be surprised if Brandon hadn’t forgotten all about her, “Dishes.”

She gave him a solemn look, standing up with her plate in her hand. She grabbed his too and she felt his eyes over her body. He seemed to resist his urges well. Mina knew he desired to touch her and it would be a matter of time before he violated her that way.

She walked the dirty dishes over to the sink, still feeling his eyes on her as he sat at the kitchen table, “Do you want to do something fun today, pet?”

“What do you mean, Master?”

She heard his chair creak as he rose from his seat, “We’ll go into town. We’re in dire need of groceries.”

Bucky watched her carefully, wanting to see her reaction. This was all another test, of course, to see if he could trust her out in public.

She turned her head and Mina almost smiled for the first time in a long time. He moved behind her and Mina focused back on the dishes, “Yes, yes, that would be very nice.” He smacked her hard on her bottom and Mina winced, “I mean yes, Master.”

She felt his body heat on her skin as she turned off the water, setting the dishes into a drying rack. As she turned around, Bucky grabbed her by her neck. Luckily for her, it wasn’t the metal one, “You’d be very grateful to me, right?”

Mina nodded as best as she could, forced to look into his eyes, “What would you do to thank me?”

Mina hesitated but not for long as she felt his hand tighten, “Whatever you want, Master.”

Bucky smirked, “Hmm, and if I wanted your lips around my cock? What would you say?”

He loved this, watching her squirm. She actually thought about it and she wasn’t strong enough to defy this. Throughout this whole process, she thought she’d be stronger than this. All she knew is she’d do anything to escape this house, “I … I-If that’s what you wanted, Master.”

The accomplished look on his face told her enough, “Let’s get dressed then.”

The drive from the house in Bucky’s truck was shorter than she expected. That told her that she wasn't as far away from civilization as she originally thought. She watched all the road signs but she still couldn’t quite tell where she was. It looked to be maybe that they were in the South by the type of trees.

It seemed to be a very small town with one main street and a few more buildings.

She was wearing a pair of regular jeans that were a little too big for her and a black hoodie that only partially hid the collar. It was another reminder that she was not a regular person anymore. Perhaps she never was.

Bucky grabbed her hand as they walked into the practically empty Piggly Wiggly. He grabbed a cart with his other hand, greeting one of the old ladies behind the cash register.

She was not to talk to anyone unless they addressed her and Bucky would kill anyone that she tried to ask for help. Violently, he made sure to add.

She tried her best to enjoy what little freedom she had but her mind kept wandering back to what she had “promised” Bucky she’d do in return for this outing.

“Can we get something to eat?” She blurted out, before whispering, “Master.”

Bucky thought for a moment, pointing out the brand of Milk he wanted, waiting for her to fetch it for him.

“Want to spend even more time in my company?” She scowled on the inside but nodded anyway.

Bucky chose a diner on the edge of town and they seemed to get stares from everyone inside as they walked in and chose their booth. Bucky looked around as if he wasn't used to being in places like this either.

Bucky asked her what she wanted so he could order her, avoiding as much human contact as possible, “ … and a chocolate milkshake.”

“That might cost you extra later, Mina,” Her lips pressed down into a thin line.

“Whatever you wish, Bucky,” It was brave, saying that when he couldn’t reprimand her. Bucky smirked, knowing what she was doing.

Bucky proceeded to order for them, including the milkshake she wanted, “Can I use the bathroom?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, “Do you think I was born yesterday?” Quite the opposite, she thought.

Mina slouched back in her seat. It was only recently that she looked at him and actually thought he was attractive. Maybe they would’ve worked together if he weren’t so cruel.

“Maybe if I pee my pants, someone will notice and-”

“Mina,” He practically growled her name, “Don’t ruin this opportunity I’m giving you.”

As the waitress approached with their food, Mina slowly slid the knife on the table into her lap and then the pocket of her sweatshirt. Bucky actually smiled at the waitress and she seemed to swoon.

Mina enjoyed her milkshake and the two sat quietly for most of the meal. Bucky watched as she devoured her food and felt a little bit better about rewarding her. It had been a long two months but she was coming along a few more months, and she wouldn’t have a single thought that didn’t involve making Bucky happy.

He grabbed her hand as they both went up to pay the check, “You two are a lovely couple,” Mina didn’t even react and the woman only smiled awkwardly, “Have a good night.”

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master.”

Bucky could sense the tension between the two of them growing as they got into his car. As they traveled down the dirt road, a feeling swept over both of them. A feeling of knowing and worry. Bucky put the car in park, sighing, “You’re clever but not clever enough, Mina.”

Mina froze, “Give me the knife. I won’t ask again.” Bucky’s words were sharp, demanding.

Mina reached into her pocket and gripped the knife. As quickly as she could and with as much force as she could muster, she shoved into him. It only entered a few centimeters into the right of his chest but the motion stunned him. Mina opened her door and jumped out.

It was one last valiant effort at her freedom. Bucky’s chest rumbled with anger as he opened his own door, causing it to almost fall off its hinges. He chased her as she ran into the treeline. Bucky was unnaturally fast and she was only a few seconds ahead of him.

She didn’t even make it thirty feet before a metal arm wrapped around her waist and through her small body over his shoulder. She fought with the last of the strength she had as he brought her back over to the truck.

“You have no one,” he threw her body down, pinning her against the front side of the truck, “No one except for me. Do you understand that?”

She nodded, trying to ease his wrath. He was bleeding, she could see it seeping through the plaid of his shirt, “No one else who’s going to give a shit about whether you live or die.”

“I’m sorry,” She whimpered but it wasn’t enough.

By her shoulder, he forced her down to the ground. She didn’t move as he began to undo his jeans. She closed her eyes but Bucky roughly grabbed her chin, “Look at me!” She did as his erection sprang from his underwear. It pressed against her closed lips, “Open.”

Whatever gentleness he was previously going to give her was gone. He shoved his erection inside her mouth, instantly making her gag with how deep it went.

He groaned as he moved inside her with animalistic lust. Saliva dripped down her chin and her eyes filled with tears from the lack of oxygen. He even pinched her nose shut to torture her further.

She’d grab onto his thighs for some sort of balance and he’d simply push away her hands, using her mouth like a barbarian.

Bucky didn’t want to finish in her mouth, he hadn’t waited this long for that. He pulled her up from her position on her knees only to pull the jacket over her head. Luckily, there was no one around to see what was happening in his driveway.

He turned her around swiftly before easily yanking down her pants and panties as well, He pressed her front into the hood of the car, positioning himself at her entrance. Mina’s body had betrayed her and Bucky could feel her wetness.

“You’d enjoy this more if you weren’t so stubborn, pet.”

He entered her slowly and Mina cried out, the pressure incredibly intense.

Bucky held her waist, dragging her body back onto him and then pushing it forward as he moved in and out. He grunted, noting how tight she was around him. It felt like they were perfectly matched together.

Bucky sped up his pace, his hand reaching around to rub her sensitive bulb. She flinched from the touch but he could tell it was from the sudden pleasure. She was tightening around him and he could tell she was already coming. Bucky made a note about how sensitive she was.

The first orgasm ripped through her, completing shattering her world in the process. How could she be turned on by this? Maybe what she felt had been wrong all along. She tried to hold in her moans but that proved futile quickly.

Bucky wasn’t done with her yet, turning her back around to face him and lifting her leg so he could slide into her again. She looked tired from the first one, tears still staining her face. Bucky held her neck in his metal hand as he slammed into her a few more times. He finished inside her with his lips on hers. As he came, he removed his hand and he felt Mina return his kiss. They moved well together, his tongues brushing hers as it became sloppier.

Mina was crying still, not because of the gagging but because she realized what Bucky said was true.

“I’m the only one you have,” He spoke, starting to kiss her chin and then her neck. She nodded vigorously in agreement.

“I know, I-I know,” Her eyes didn’t leave his.

Bucky pulled away, looking her over, loving how perfect she was, “Let’s get you in the bath, doll.”

Hope you enjoy this! I have another Sebastian fic called plaything and a bunch of dark Peter stuff. I’m currently trying to write a Bucky/Steve/Peter related Walking Dead AU so hopefully my idea for that works out lol.

#dark!#dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky x reader #mcu smut #dark fic #marvel #dark marvel #marvel smut #dark steve rogers #sebastian stan #sebastian x reader #dark sebastian stan x reader #dark!fic

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dcforts · 4 years

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Dean simply cannot sit around all day, not since Michael, not since they’ve turned the bunker into a shelter for hunters from another world, not since his brother is working his ass off day and night. He is not into the whole hunter network thing, but he knows that it’s a good thing, it’s the right thing.

Only, he can’t sit around all day, so he keeps busy, trying at the same time to stay as much as possible away from all the others. He doesn’t need their eyes on him. They are respectful and kind, but Dean knows. Dean knows that deep down they are asking themselves how could he, after seeing what Michael did to their world – how could he, and since he could, what is wrong with him, what is he hiding, can he really be trusted?

Dean doesn’t want to think about that, so he stays away. He puts himself in charge of all the things that need to run smoothly in the background to make sure the hunters don’t need anything. He fixes pipes in some bathrooms, air vents in some bedrooms, opens up some more rooms to accommodate researchers and nappers alike.

He runs into Cas in the hallway one afternoon as he’s going to the laundry room. They almost crash into each other, but they both take a step back just in time. Cas says “Dean” as if he was looking for him, and studies his face for a long moment as if he’s able to check the history of his facial expressions of the last few days, those he wasn’t around to see, as Sam had sent him to meet Claire somewhere to take down a nest of vamps.

“Hey, you’re back. How did it go with Claire?”

Cas’ face immediately softens at her name. “Surprisingly well. As you know she -”

Dean interrupts him and motions to follow him “Talk and walk, there’s something I need to do.”

So Cas trails after him to the laundry room and keeps talking as Dean reaches the first dryer on their left, takes out the fresh load to dump it in a pile over a counter and checks the other cycle that’s still going in the second dryer. He keeps talking as Dean grabs an empty basket form a corner and puts it in front of him on a stool and one after the other, starts neatly folding towels and kitchen rags. Pinch the corners, fold once in a rectangle, turn to the side, fold again in a square, done, into the basket.

Dean likes doing laundry. Not exactly the time he spends collecting dirty clothes from dirty hunters that understandably - after years of living in an apocalypse and in a constant fight and flight mode - didn’t prioritize washing their clothes regularly; and not really the part when he has to grab handfuls of wet, blood smeared, smelly towels to dump them in the washing machine, but he likes this part a lot. When everything comes out new, neat, clean. Whatever goes in, no matter how bad it is, comes out reborn.

And he likes how the smell of the softener fills the room, likes the warmth fabrics under his fingertips and how quiet his head gets as he does the same movements over and over again, once, twice, three times. In there, he can’t get it wrong. He never gets it wrong.

Cas takes in the surroundings, as he does when he enters every place and then he gets closer. He is still talking.

“…I think she’s grown a lot. She misses Jody and Alex, I can tell, but I think she found her balance. I may be worried about her but I’m happy that -”

As soon as he approaches the basket Dean unceremoniously throws a kitchen rag at him. Cas catches it but stops talking and looks at him confused.

Dean shurgs. “You could help.”

Cas is dumbfounded for a moment. He looks down at the striped rag in his hands like he has never held one before.

He seems about to talk then he settles for a: “Um -”

Finally he looks at Dean intently and replicates his moves. Fold, rectangle, side, fold, square, done, basket.

“As I was saying” he starts again, as he dubiously picks up another kitchen rag from the unfolded pile, this one with white daisies embroidered on the hem, “now that Sam is mostly the one who passes hunts onto her, I’m glad that we can direct her towards things that are not as dangerous as they could be. I know that when you were her age you were thrown in all sorts of situations, but you had your father, and then you had Sam. She is alone and -”

He picks it up pretty easily and soon enough a rhythm has settled between them. Their hands don’t reach for the same piece of laundry anymore and Cas interrupts himself and loses his thread of thought more than once as he focuses on his task. Then he moves to fetch another basket, takes the kitchen rags pile away from the bathroom towels and keeps going.

“Have you asked her if she wants to come here? Be part of the Lebanon squad?”

Cas shakes his head, “She values greatly her independence. I suggested the idea of a hunting partner but she is not interested in that either.”

The kitchen rags are all gone and there’s a moment of silence. Castiel rests his hands on the edge of the basket and looks up as Dean folds the last of the bathroom towels.

“She is still thinking about Kaia” he adds with a tinge of a sadness in his tone.

Dean catches his eyes and nods in understanding. “Yeah, I figured.”

Then the dryer at his right beeps and Dean moves to take out the new load and drop it where the first one just disappeared. Castiel looks at it with a frown like it personally offended him.

This time Dean doesn’t need to say anything before he moves to resume his task. Silence falls upon them. Dean sneaks looks at Castiel as he works. He looks at his hands, strong and efficient but careful, as gentle as they can be as they hold something that is not lethal, pointy or dangerous in any way.

Dean has to admit that it’s an endearing sight. He looks at his sturdy frame, his messy hair, what he can see of his features from this angle, as he keeps his head low and his actions meticulous. It’s just – nice to share that space with him doing such a mundane task. It’s like seeing him under a different light.

Dean catches himself smiling dumbly right when Sam passes by the door. He instinctively raises a hand towards Dean as a greeting, then does a double take when his eyes register Castiel. He makes a disbelieving face at Dean behind Cas’ back and Dean just shrugs in response. They share a smile as Sam walks away.

Then the second pile is also done and they carry their baskets down the hallway; stop at the linen closet where Dean stuffs in the bathroom towels, and then they go towards the kitchen where Cas dumps the content of the kitchen rags basket.

He turns to face Dean “What else?” he asks matter-of-factly.

Dean huffs a laugh and slaps his back. “We’re done, Cinderella. Good job though. Did you have fun?”

“It wasn’t unpleasant.”

“Yeah? This was the easy stuff. I’ll have you fold sheets and sofa covers, we’ll see what you think then.”

the kitchen -

Dean dumps the groceries on the kitchen table with a sigh right when Castiel pokes his head in.

“Hey, where’s Jack?” asks Dean. “He was supposed to help me with this” he says gesturing towards the overflowing bags.

It took him three hours to get everything from the store. Even when they had enough money, he and Sam never really were the kind of people that bought a lot of food. They had no place to store it first of all, and even when they first got to the bunker, they never knew for how long they would stay away, hunt after hunt.

But time had changed a few things and Jack had changed a lot of other things. Packing long shelf life items, experimenting with flavours to teach him and show him, working through their supply at the speed of light were just a few of these things. They spend a lot more time at home and Dean for the first time in his life is not in a rush anymore when he goes to buy something. He takes his time, does his maths, ponders his choices, has favourite things now – not just chips and beef jerky, but things like favourite kind of pasta sauce - and he likes it.

“Still training with Bobby. Can I help you?” Cas asks taking a step forward.

Dean shrugs “If you want”, he says, but he looks more cheerful as he grabs the yogurt from the top of the closest bag and goes over one of the mini fridges. He looks back. “Pass me the things that go in here first”.

So Castiel goes from bag to bag for items that need to be refrigerated looking like a bee flying from flower to flower.

“This is a lot of food.” He says as he selects and passes on.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to make sure we had enough for a while.” Dean says as they meet in the middle of the room and Castiel hands him a pile of trays of different kinds of meat.

They keep going, settling into their roles. Castiel takes out the items from the bags and arranges them neatly for types on the table and Dean moves through the kitchen to put them back in their designated places.

The kitchen has plenty of storing space. Sam has organized everything in a way that he thinks is the most practical, so now they have things like a spice cupboard and a candy and chocolate drawer. Dean likes that.

Castiel on the other hand has not really familiarized with the space yet. He knows only where the basic stuff is: the coffee, the cups, the glasses, the beers. He knows where they keep their cutlery. So when there’s nothing more to take out of the bags and he tries to be helpful, he ends up opening cupboard after cupboard and then looking at Dean to ask “Where do these go?”

Dean snatches the instant noodles from his hands. “Away from Sam,” he says holding the little plastic cups against his chest like they are puppies. “He won’t ever make me hear the end of it.”

Castiel huffs a laugh. “I have seen nothing then,” he promises as he goes back to the last items on the table.

“Where’s Krunch Cookie Crunch?” he asks then and Dean stops in his track in the middle of the room to turn on his heels and look at him in disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“The cereals. For Jack” he explains.

Dean feels a smile growing on his lips. “Oh, right.” He shakes his head. “It must be in there somewhere. It was the blue box, right?”

Castiel holds up the only blue box of cereals on the table. It has a cartoon version of a white haired official of some kind on the front. “You mean this? This is Cotton Candy Crunch. It’s different” he says affronted, as seriously as if they were talking about matters of life and death.

Dean cannot believe this is a conversation that he’s actually having with an angel of the lord. He tries very hard not to laugh and not sound like he’s making fun of him when he says “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, my bad.” It doesn’t really work.

Castiel is still wearing a frown as he turns the box in his hands and looks at the ingredients. “I suppose Jack will like them anyway. There is a dangerous amount of sugar and chemicals in these as well.”

Dean goes over to him and stops right behind his back to look over his shoulder. Maybe he takes a step or two more than it is necessary because when Cas turns his face on the side to catch his eyes he find himself a little too close “Perhaps is best if we hide this from Sam as well,” he suggests conspiratorially and his breath brushes over Dean’s cheek.

Dean laughs then, puts a hand on his shoulder and says “Yeah, good idea.”

Cas looks at him expectantly for a moment, then frowns slightly and drops his gaze and it takes Dean a beat or two to follow it and realize that Cas is holding out the box for him to take. He was too focused on his face to notice it and when Cas says “Dean?” his eyes go to his lips and it makes things even worse.

Dean clears his throat and takes a step back, snatching away the box and turning his back. He hurries to the designated breakfast cupboard to strategically place it on the far back, behind other bottles and boxes.

“Next time you can tag along and show me the right kind” he says to break the silence, throwing a strained smile over his shoulder.

the garage -

It’s the middle of the night.

Sam is yawning in the passenger seat and Castiel, who Dean can see form the rear view mirror, seems lost in thought. They decided to skip the stop to the motel and go back to the bunker right after the hunt and although it’s been a long and mostly quiet journey, Dean doesn’t feel tired. He is still fuelled by the adrenaline that has washed over him when he’s found himself way too close for comfort to a set of werewolf’s teeth. It had taken him all he had to shove the werewolf away enough to swing his machete and cut her head off.

He brings the car to a stop and Sam is the first to get out and go towards the trunk to take out the duffels with their clothes and weapons.

He hands one to Dean as he comes out from his side but Dean doesn’t take it.

“Can you bring it in? I’m gonna stay here and wash the blood off the car.”

Sam blinks a few times as if it’s taking some time for him to register what he’s heard. “What? But it’s late. You just drove seven hours straight. Aren’t you tired?”

Dean shrugs and takes off his jacket to shove that in his arms as well. “It’s not gonna take long. I just want to take the worst out of it.”

Sam shifts his gaze towards the blotches of blood on the windshield and the doors, on the windows and the headlights. They had been surprised by the pack during their stake out when they thought they were well hidden in the woods. That was also the reason why they opted out for an extra night in town. The police would have knocked at their door in the morning for sure if they’d parked that bloodied thing out in the open.

“You go” adds Dean reassuringly, knowing that Sam is probably considering staying behind to help him.

“Alright” Sam concedes “I’m gonna grab a shower and get something to eat. I’ll leave you a sandwich in the kitchen, then I’ll head straight to bed.” He yawns again. “I’m exhausted.”

Before he turns around to go his eyes stop somewhere behind Dean. “Cas?” he asks, and Dean remembers then that Cas is there too, just a few steps behind them.

“I’m staying with Dean.”

Sam nods and disappears through the door, leaving the garage in silence.

Dean gets to work, grabs his usual tools, his bucket, his brush, his towel and the car-wash soap. He turns around and Cas is right behind him.

“What should I do?” he asks.

“What?”

“I wanna help.”

“Oh.” Dean considers for a moment the idea of telling him that he doesn’t need help. This is the thing that comes so easily to him he could do it with his eyes closed. But he doesn’t want to turn Cas away.

There was a moment during the hunt when Cas had reached towards him - as he sometimes does - to step in front of him, to face the danger himself and shield Dean from it, but he was intercepted and thrown against the car and before Dean could do anything, that werewolf had jumped him, almost killing him – so it’s like that moment they had, suspended, never completed, left him with a sense of loss and now he wants Cas close. He wants Cas to always be able to reach him.

So he looks down at the items he is holding and he hands him the bucket that Cas promptly steps forward to take and without another word goes to fill in the sink in the corner. Dean walks around the car trying to decide where it would be best to start.

A little soap in the water, an extra brush for Cas and soon enough they are going after the blood smeared on the roof.

Dean hovers around Cas to make sure he’s being gentle with that brush and doesn’t forget any spot.

Castiel feels his eyes on him. “I’ve washed a car before, you know.” He says, and there’s a playful tone hidden underneath his low voice.

“Have you? When?”

Castiel shrugs, “Cars were around a long time before you were born, Dean. I was there to see it.”

“Well, I still need to make sure. Cause no car is this car. My car.”

Cas rolls his eyes. The water washes away the pinkish suds and Dean towels her off like he himself is a well-oiled machine, making always the same movements, always in the same shapes, with the same kind of towel in his hand, and underneath it, always the same solid, black and silver surface.

Dean looks up to see Castiel focused on doing the same on the other side. The hems of his sleeves are wet and he can see splashes of suds on his tie and trenchcoat.

The sight makes him smile and as he keeps towelling the hood, he walks around the car to get closer to Cas. When he’s within reach he holds out a hand to grab his tie and tug a little at it, forcing him to stop and turn towards him.

Dean uses his thumb to rub the suds on the blue fabric. “You’re gonna need a wash too.” he says.

Castiel looks down at his clothes. “Oh”.

Dean huffs a laugh and lets go of the tie but his hand refuses to retreat and it goes and pokes at the wet spots on Cas’ white shirt, right above his right pec, and all down to his side.

As he does so he looks up at Cas, who is standing like a pillar of salt now, and if Dean didn’t know that he didn’t need to breathe he would have been worried.

He smiles fondly. “You’re a mess.” he says, and the same bold, brave, uncontrolled hand goes to pinch the wet hem of the trenchcoat collar.

It stays there as Cas says, “You are in no better condition” and reaches up, unsure, to brush his fingers in his hair, right above his ear.

Dean follows his eyes, he feels them travelling down his neck and on the front of his tshirt, soaked and sticky on his chest. Cas doesn’t touch though.

Instead, he steps back and looks away. Dean’s hand has to let go of the hem, and he feels a pang of disappointment that surprises him. He hadn’t even realized that he was expecting something.

“About earlier -” starts Cas and from his tone nothing good is coming “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help you with that werewolf.”

Dean sighs and gets his legs moving, picks up the bucket and goes over to the sink to empty it and wash out the dirt. He says “Cas, come on, it’s nothing.”

Behind him, he hears Cas say “It’s not nothing. I wish I was -” he sighs. “I wish I could do more. I never seem to be able to help you when it matters.”

Dean closes the tap and turns around. “This must be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.” he says firmly, “You help me all the time.”

Cas smiles ruefully and his tone drips sarcasm when he says “In the laundry room and the kitchen. Does that matter?”

“Yeah,” he says earnestly. “Look, hunting is our job. Sometimes we can control what goes down, sometimes not. It’s not our fault. But then the curtain falls or whatever you wanna call it and - it’s what’s behind that matters.” He gestures towards the car “This -” he says “you chose to spend your time helping me. This – matters to me.” He takes a breath as if he’s trying to say something that just won’t come out. “Cas y- You’re always talking about -” he struggles. He closes his eyes for a moment and Cas is unsure if he should say something. But then Dean starts again, “You want to give me what I need” he says, and it sounds like a question so Cas nods. Dean drops his head and his voice, “and that’s just us.” he manages to say in the end “It’s all I need.”

As soon as he says it, he turns around again.

He doesn’t even wait for a reply, and Cas is too taken aback to give one anyway, and he adds hastly, a little embarrased: “Now, get over here and help me wring out these towels so I can go to bed before dawn, will you.”

Cas steps foward then, covering the distance in a few strides and stopping right next to him by the sink. Dean hands him one of the towel, their fingers brushing, their eyes meeting. Dean’s smile is a little strained after his little speech but it’s there, cause this - them, like this, side by side - it feels right. Dean looks back down shaking his head a little, as if he’s regretting something he has done or something he can’t still bring himself to do.

He feels Cas’s gaze studying his profile and tries to relax his face as much as possible. Then he can’t resist and sneaks a look his way that Cas intercepts. They both open their mouths at the same time but nothing comes out.

The case, the hunt, the long drive; the things he can’t say, do, want they all catch up to Dean at once, in that moment. He dumps his towel in the sink and takes a step to the side, crowding Cas’ space. Against him, Cas feels as solid as a statue and Dean wants nothing more than to rest his whole body against his. He feels worn out, he longs for closeness. He searches Cas’ eyes for some kind of warning, a stop sign, an I’m-about-to-flee sign, but there’s none of that. It’s just Cas. Maybe, if he had a breath, Dean thinks he would be holding it, but it’s just Cas.

Part of him knows that there’s something that he should be saying, that one of them should be saying at least, but nothing is said. Maybe it’s their bodies that do the talk for them somehow. Cause one moment Dean wishes very hard to be wrapped in Cas’ arms and the next, there he is. Everything else disappears as he sighs and melts completely in his embrace, his face in the crook of Cas’ neck. He smells like blood and car wash-soap. Cas’ arms hold him as he sinks.

His own hands cling at the back of the trenchcoat, and when he moves his head a little so that his lips brush against Cas’ neck he says “Dean” in a breath. It makes him smile.

It doesn’t feel like an event or anything new, really. It feels like letting go. It feels like there was something that they’ve restrained and held back for a long time and now it’s free. Their bodies can naturally crash into each other, right where they were always supposed to be.

Cas slips his fingers through the hair on the back of his neck and presses his cheek against his.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” he asks after a while.

“I need you to help me stay on the couch all day, how does that sound?”

“It sounds good,” whispers Cas, his hand in his hair.

Dean keeps his eyes closed.

#deancas #deancas ficlet #destiel #destiel ficlet #deancas fanfic #4.1k #domesticity is my vocation #i wrote this the day before my exam when i was actually supposed to study #but deancas folding laundry together was too important to postpone #i dont regret anything #this is set in s14 FYI #but just backgroung info - there's nothing of the heavy stuff in here #i hate writing endings cause everything always gets much more intense than i wantedd at first #destiel fanfiction #deancas ficlets #my writing

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There’s going to be a part three to benefits right? Like I don’t think I can live without knowing the end of the story.

Conclusions? - C. Hood

Final part of the ‘Benefits?’ Series.

I had planned to release this when my hiatus ended but I have made y’all wait too long, and I was far too excited. This is my fav set of fics that I have done and I’m so glad that people liked them!

I hope you enjoy! Thank you all for reading, you have my love.

Xoxo - Cas

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Against her better judgement, Y/N had listened to Youngblood as an album on repeat for weeks after it dropped. The songs were powerful, perfect even. She had relished in the sound of their voices, the way they worked their instruments perfectly. She longed for her friends every time she listened, and the pain became addictive. Yet, she found comfort in ‘Moving Along’.

Things had been extra tense since her conversation with Calum. Another week had passed, and they were in another state, the men jumping around on stage, singing their hearts out, putting on a show for all of the people who came to see them.

But... Calum wasn’t himself. He shied away from the flashes of the camera. He still sounded perfect in all of the songs, yet he was dejected. Turned in on himself almost. Shy, hurt.

Per the fans requests, she snapped many shots of Calum, adding them to the plethora of shots of the other guys. She was paid to take photos, after all. She may as well earn her money, even if she struggled to look at Calum without feeling hot tears burn at her eyes.

Moving Along started and she smiled slightly. She especially enjoyed the song, moving her feet to the high energy chorus, ignoring the sting the lyrics left in her heart.

What she didn’t expect, was to turn to take another shot of Calum, and have his eyes staring straight at her.

His verse came, and he tore his eyes away from her faster than expected, and her photo turned blurry.

“Is it bad that I’m hoping that you’re broken? Is it bad that I’m wishing you’re so broken?” His voice broke, crackling as the words danced off of his tongue.

It was subtle, not noticeable to those who didn’t know Calum. Who didn’t know his little quirks, the little aspects of his being that alluded the general public. Y/N knew.

From her position at the front of the stage, she could even see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes, and the way he rubbed his face on his shoulder, disguising it as an adjustment of his ear piece.

It was the second last song of their set, the collaboration with the Chainsmokers being their last, and then Calum would be off stage.

Watching Calum sing the lyrics struck a chord inside of her. The first verse was full of such anger, but as it progressed, Luke’s verse portrayed sadness. Regret. Everything Calum had been trying to tell her the other day.

The feelings were overwhelming. She was furious. She knew that there was another song for Calum to write, having heard many parts of the other songs the guys were working on, but the pieces worked themselves together in her mind.

She had her speculations, but chose to divert her thought pattern. Every time she cast her eyes on him, she felt a ache in her stomach.

For so long, she had near constant emotion flooding her eyes. She couldn’t disregard her anger.

The songs moved quickly, and she climbed on stage to get photos of the group performance to close the pre-show. Andy had already agreed to take the pics for the Chainsmokers, knowing the tenseness of the past week for her. Y/N was looking forward to escaping to her hotel room and mulling over her thoughts.

For 5 days she had been contemplating whether or not she should stay on the tour. She had savings, enough to rent an apartment in another state. She could find photography work elsewhere.

But, she also couldn’t stand to be away from Calum again. There was a sense of hopefulness existing between them. She was far too scared to grace the topic again, and history had told her enough that Calum wouldn’t attempt to converse with her about it again, but still - she had hope that she would work up the courage to move past her anger and the sadness of her broken heart.

She was looking for a new excuse to forgive him every day, and she found them. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him. To tell him that she was sorry for leaving.

She couldn’t bring herself to apologise, when he pushed her away.

She worked up the courage and booked a flight. It was a week away. They had no concerts scheduled for the next two weeks, taking a small break in between states.

She had only told Andy, Alex and Drew about her news so far, knowing they would be the most relaxed. Her relationship with Drew had been near non-existent. She had been using him, but when Calum came back into her life, she could barely be in Drew’s arms without comparing them to Calum.

It was cruel of her to do so, so she made the shift to simply friends. Neither of them missed the benefits connection all too much, and their relationship was already friendly enough.

The days moved along faster than expected until she was three day’s out from leaving.

She had planned to break the news to everybody the next day, but she found that the hardest part was already done when a knock sounded on her door.

Calum was bleary eyed. It had been rare for him to be seen without blood vessels visible in his sclera, and he looked no less worse for wear now as he stood at her door.

She stood in shock when the opening revealed his figure. He looked heartbroken, the same as he did in Ashton’s hotel room a few weeks back.

She fought with herself not to embrace him.

“D’you mind if I come in?” His voice was small, making her heart feel smaller.

Her voice wouldn’t work, instead she moved her body aside to make way for his large frame. He was shrunken. His shoulders sagged slightly, his hands clasped together. A clear sign of his nervousness, to Y/N.

She could often read him like a book, and she could see that he was hurting.

She had been looking for a resolution before she left, and she couldn’t help but think that this could be it. Her stomach was vibrating from the force of butterfly wings, and she watched Calum sit carefully on the edge of her bed.

She watched how his eyes fell over the bed, settling on a familiar green blanket. He had gifted it to her a few years back, knowing she hated to use hotel linen. She adored the soft fabric, taking it everywhere when she was in unfamiliar dwellings.

She forced her eyes away from him, clearing her throat to kick her voice box into the right gear.

“What do you need-“

“You’re leaving.” He said, more of a statement than a question. Her eyes grew in size slightly. She had planned to tell them all the next day, so she couldn’t understand how he had come upon the information. “Andy is a big mouth. He can’t keep a secret to save his life. You should see how he acts when he has content that he can share. He’s as giddy as a kid on Christmas.”

He refused to meet her eyes.

“I was planning to tell you all tomorrow. My planes booked for a few days time.” She hadn’t realised that she had folded her arms, her right hand rubbing along her left elbow. “I didn’t want to leave without telling anybody. Without telling you...”

“Like you did last time?” The words were intended to be venomous, but the sniff that followed told her exactly how he was feelings.

However, her anger still flared, “You know why I did what I did.”

He nodded softly, pawing at his eyes gently, turning his head to look out the window of her room. The sun was setting, the horizon mesmerizing.

“When you first left, I was so angry.” His hands were wringing together again. “I started to hate you. I wanted you to be as broken as I was - as I am. But then...” he blinked, a tear slipping down his face as the light of golden hour washed over his sun kissed skin. “Then I wanted you back. I would get drunk, I would sit there with my phone in my hand and want to call you. I wanted to apologize every day that you were gone, but, I didn’t deserve you. Hell, I still don’t deserve you. I’m the one who said those horrible things to you.”

She stepped closer, watching the way his eyes locked on the scenery outside of her window. The picture in front of her was reminiscent of the night in Ashton’s room, except this time Calum is the one who can’t bear to look at her, for fear of breaking.

“I wanted to talk to you before I left.” She spoke honestly, brushing hair away from her eyes. No matter how hard she fought herself, she wouldn’t look away. Who knew when she would see him again, and she was falling in love with the lines of his face all over again. “I wanted to tell you why I was leaving, but... I don’t know, I was scared of telling you why I can’t stay, and finish discussing what we did that night. I couldn’t start the conversation. I guess I am now, because I can’t keep fighting with myself anymore.”

His brows furrowed, his head slowly turning towards her. “What do you mean, Y/N? What conversation?”

Surprising herself, Y/N felt the butterflies disperse. The man in front of her was Calum. Her Calum. Her best friend for years, the man who knew her inside and out. The man who broke her heart, and who pushed her away.

The pain she felt couldn’t be amplified any more. She knew she could live without Calum, but she also knew that every day would be a new kind of pain. She had decided in that moment that she couldn’t make their situation any worse than it was.

“I mean, I love you, Calum. I love you so much that being around you hurts me.” There were no tears, and her eyes were locked on his. The way his face contorted in pain, and the droplets that’s fell down his round cheeks broke her heart, but she couldn’t let her facade fall. She needed to get this out before she left. “What you said the other night, about loving me - I have wanted nothing more than to hear that for so long. But when I finally told you, you rejected me. You did more than that - you made fun of me.”

He was on his feet, face red, eyes bloodshot. “If I could take back every word I said that day, I would in a heartbeat.” His voice was cracking again, she could feel the emotion dripping from him. “Nothing hurts more than when you’re not around. Everyday since we met up again, I wake up and hope that I can do right by you but I know I can never take back what I did. The things I said to you... I hate what I did. I hate that I destroyed something so perfect. Somebody so perfect.”

She felt tears prick at her eyes once again. She wanted to fight it. She didn’t want to spend another night crying over Calum, but the tears weren’t for Calum. They were for the loss she felt. The way she sobbed at night when she wanted nothing more than his presence.

“Don’t, Cal.” She cleared her throat, stepped back. She was retreating in on herself. “Being here, with everyone, it hurts. I spent so long looking for you in somebody else, and now that you’re here, I can barely focus. Every day is like an old wound being reopened. I hear the words you said to me, remember how much it hurt. I just- I can’t be around it anymore,” her voice was a bit higher than a whisper. Neither of them dared to look at the other any longer.

“Moving Along is about you, Y/N,” He sobbed.

It was agony to see him so broken.

He had taken steps towards her and refused to pull her eyes from his face. She wanted to check for any semblance of a lie in his facade. She could read him like a book, and she needed to know his intentions before she chose her next words.

“I have loved you for as long as I have known you, Y/N. I love the way you know nothing about Star Wars, how you’re not afraid to speak your mind. I love you so much that I write countless songs about you. I cant even fucking sleep without thinking of you before. I can’t do anything without remembering the way you smell, the way you smile, the way you fucking do any little thing,” he sobbed again, breathing between his words. “I would do anything, if it means I could have you back in my arms. I would give up all I had, just to see you smile at me again, to tell me that you love me too.”

He walked up to her, hands on either side of her face, forehead against hers. Their heaving breath mixed together, and Y/N fought to keep her cries in.

“Please, Calum,” he felt her tears fall onto his hands. “You can’t want this.”

“I would give up everything, I would leave the band, the public eye, the fans for you. Y/N I would do anything you asked, just to prove to you how much I need you.” He opened his eyes, gauging her reaction. She had pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.

She knew it was a horrible decision, but she kept the thought in her mind that she couldn’t make things worse and she pressed her lips against his.

Their tears fell still, the kiss soft and sad. Calum held her face as if he would slip away if not for the feeling if her skin. Her fingers clung onto his shirt so tightly, afraid that he would push her away again.

He pulled away first, eyes still closed. “If you want to leave, then I don’t want to stand in your way. I just need you to know that I have loved you for so long, Y/N, and I will love you for the rest of my life. Nobody will ever mean as much to me as you do, even if you’re not with me.”

It was as if all of the pieces fell into place. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that they had the time to do it. Once again she reminded herself, what could go wrong?

“Come with me.” She stated, more than asked.

“Sweetheart, I can’t-“

“I’m going back home. There’s just over a week until the next show. Come with me, spend some time, just us. If things go well... I’ll one back.”

“And if they don’t? What happens if we can’t get back to us?” He looked hopeful but the fear was hiding deep beneath his chocolate eyes. “I can’t lose you again, Y/N.”

She offered a small smile, raising her smaller hands to wipe the tears still on his cheeks. “Then I guess we will have to make things go well.”

~~~~~

Despite the comfort they shared in her hotel room, the first few days in L.A. were odd. Tense, but Y/N had never felt more at ease than she did in Calum’s house, her spirits hopeful and a smile on his face whenever his eyes fell on her.

By the fifth day, they were dreading returning to the tour. Y/N had decided that she would go back. They had already booked their flights to Chicago, their next stop.

For now, Y/N sat on Calum’s lounge, her eyes glued to the television as she finally allowed herself to watch Star Wars. They were on the third prequel, and Y/N was fighting back tears as she watched Anakin surrender to the dark side.

Calum was laying on his back, his head resting in Y/N’s lap, his gaze focused on her face.

He was following the curve of his nose, the slight swell of her lips as she unconsciously poured at the television. She was mesmerizing.

He couldn’t bring his eyes off of her. He knew that she was going back to the tour with him, but the thought of losing her again was terrifying. She was his oxygen, and he had spent almost a year struggling to breathe.

“If you keep starting at me, I’ll poke you in the eye. This movie is actually decent, stop distracting me.” She grumbled, pouting further when Obi-Wan and Anakin we’re battling.

“I can’t help it. I’ve missed you,” he said without thinking. The past few days had been about honestly, rekindling and catching up. He saw no reason to hold the truth back now.

His words elicited a smile from her, a slight blush peppering her cheeks. “Suck a dick, hood.”

He snorted, “But that’s your job.”

Her fingers were running through his hair absentmindedly; her heart beating fast. This was Calum. Her Calum. The same Calum that knew her inside and out, yet, he still made her nervous.

The last year has been a rollercoaster, but now, she loved him, and he knew, and he loved her as well. He was free from his fear, knowing that nobody else could amount to the woman that Y/N is.

“I love you,” she whispered, casting her eyes down on him. Her smile was small, adorable and it forced a grin to split across Calum’s face.

“I love you,” he answered. He pulled her hand from his head, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “What do you say to getting some Mexican food and binge watching Friday the 13th with your favourite guy tonight?”

She deadpanned, blinking at the tv screen. “How can I do that? Ashton isn’t in L.A.”

“Fine, no Mexican food for you,” Calum huffed, sitting up and crossing his arms in protest.

Y/N pouted, latching onto him like a koala and peppering kisses onto his cheeks. “Baby, I’m sorry! I need Mexican food!”

It was safe to say, Y/n got Mexican food that night.

Friends with benefits relationships are always the most dangerous. It is so easy to develop feelings, sharing such an intimate part of yourself with a person, both as a friend and a lover.

Sometimes things are rocky; but other times, the benefits outweigh the negatives.

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seokoloqy · 5 years

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No Rest for the Wicked | jhs (m)

➳ PAIRING: devil!hoseok x witch!y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, pwp

➳ WARNINGS: none

➳ WORD COUNT: 4k

➳ SUMMARY: “Pain and pleasure.” Your fingers dance over the red design on his exposed neck. Ancient text scarred to this vessel forever, or as long as you desire him to be yours. “We’re one and the same now. So I’d think twice before threatening me, pet.”

➳ A/N: I really need to stop writing smut at 3AM it’s not good for my health lolol anyway, delete me tumblr.

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The ring of red spray paint on your calacatta marble floor is slowly drying, but nevertheless, you cross the threshold with black stilettos pointed at the man—demon—tied to one of your linen dining chairs. It’s going to be a bitch scrubbing out all the blood from the upholstery, but as long as you get what you want, you’re willing to spill a little more. Too bad this stubborn little thing won’t give up so easily. You’ve tortured dozens of demons—summoning them into your home, tying them up, and draining their vessels—only to get nothing out of them. Your patience dwindles with each unsuccessful attempt.

“I hear you’re one of the big boys,” you purr, resting your hand on the lacerated shoulder of the demon who refers to himself as Namjoon. The wound on his shoulder begins to gush with the pressure you apply steadily, watching intently as he winces. “Which means you can get me a meeting with Him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he hisses through gritted teeth and metallic blood dripping from his mouth, almost trembling in fury as a coy smile slithers on to your pristine face. Not a single drop of blood or sweat has graced your facade.

You can cut into him all day, but it’s beginning to get boring. You’re not getting anywhere with this one. The other lowly demons you trapped squealed like pigs the moment you sliced into them, but now as you go higher up the chain of command they’re more resistant to your tricks.

“Him, you know, the big man downstairs. Let’s not mess around, Joonie.” The endearing nickname rolls off your tongue as you bring one of your slim kitchen knives up to view. Sure, the flimsy knife isn’t enough to kill a demon but it is enough to harm the human vessel he’s inhabiting. You know Namjoon can feel it, every single searing cut and stab, the real vessel is probably long dead. No matter to you, the human must’ve been dead the second he was possessed by the slimy creature of Hell. “If you don’t give me what I want then I guess I’ll just have to put an end to our little rendezvous.”

“Go ahead, witch,” he spits, wriggling around in his binds and snapping his jaws at you. Oh, if only he could get his hands on you, he’d rip you apart. “I’ll come back for you.”

“That’s what they all said,” you scoff, resting your palms on either side of his chair. Poor man, he must’ve been handsome before you got your hands on him. As you lean into his beaten and bloodied face, you watch the frustration slowly dissipates into alarm. “Just before I killed them.”

You swiftly jam the knife into his thigh, earning a howl of pain from the demon. It’s almost humorous it can feel pain, after all, isn’t that all a demon is? A thing which brings pain and suffering to those undeserving.

Nearly two hundred years of practice, all you need to do is give the demon one piercing look and smoke pools out of his mouth as he gags on his own being. Your favorite part is watching as the things choke on their own blood.

“Et pœnitet,” Namjoon manages to cough, before the last of the thick smoke leaks out and his vessel goes limp in the binds.

You rip the knife from his leg, wiping the blood off on your black dress. It’s barely visible against the dark fabric, not that it matters if your dress is stained. You can always buy a new one. Being alive for more than two hundred years has earned you enough money to live comfortably—to afford the luxurious apartment you live in and the expensive ingredients certain spells require to summon demons.

But money is not the object you’re after now. You sigh, gazing at the dead, useless vessel. Another unsuccessful attempt to lure your prize out of his damn hole. The knife clatters to the floor, echoing across the foyer. You scuff out a bit of the red circle with the point of your heel, having no use for it anymore now that he’s gone.

“A fucking demon threatening me?” You scoff to yourself, making your way to the kitchen, abandoning the dead human. You turn on the faucet and run your red hands under the warm water, watching as it spirals down the drain. “Yeah, right.”

Demons like to think they’re so powerful, especially when they look at you. Just some little witch, kicked out of her coven—all alone with no other protection. Those hags only threw you out of the coven because they realized how dangerous you really were and they didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. You happily let go of that dead weight though. You didn’t need them anyway, they only held you back from reaching your full potential.

You practiced necromancy, raising the dead here and there, it was just play. They feared the dead, and you could only laugh at their cowardice. Witches who are afraid to face the unknown aren’t witches at all.

Speaking of the dead, you peer your head out of the kitchen, catching a glimpse of the limp mortal still leaking blood all over your marble floor. You can’t leave the body there to stink up your apartment; maybe you’ll toss him out into the alley and let someone else deal with him.

As you approach the body, snap your fingers and turn on the lights. Previously the room was lit only with candles you set up before the ritual. Now under the bright lights, you can get a better view of the human. He was incredibly handsome as you guessed before.

What a waste of such a pretty face, you think, holding his chin up and turning his head to inspect his features. Perhaps this human is incredibly lucky you’re feeling generous tonight.

You grab his hands, ignoring the broken fingers you caused out of frustration when Namjoon had called you ‘the devil's whore’ for the sixth time. You feel a release of energy surge through you and slowly watch as the wounds you created fix themselves and seal off.

The entire process of bringing back the dead only makes you lightheaded for a second, if you were to do this eighty years ago you would have fainted. Practice makes perfect and you intend to do so until you are.

The man gently rolls his head back into the seat, groaning as if everything were just a bad dream. He shouldn’t remember anything that happened while he was possessed. The perk of demonic possession is you don’t remember all the fucked you things you did as a demon.

“Hello, human,” you croon, caressing his cold cheek. As his body resurrects itself and his heart begins pumping again, he’ll walk out of here in no time and forget all about this terrible nightmare.

He takes in his surroundings, from the lavish white decor being contrasted by artwork similar to a gruesome Goya painting. This is not the bar he was at and definitely not his single bedroom apartment.

“What,” He croaks, coughing up blood still left in his mouth. The lingering metallic taste makes him panic. What the hell did he get up to tonight? Did he get into a fight?

You shush him, putting your finger to his lips, “Don’t think about it too much, okay? Now, Joonie, I’m going to tell you exactly what you remember and what you’re going to do.”

He nods, thoughts clouding as you stare into his hazy eyes. Humans are too easy to manipulate it’s just not as fun as it used to be. You like when they put up a fight.

“You’re going to leave my apartment and head straight home, no detours. Then you’re going to go to bed and wake up the next morning feeling better than ever, but you won’t remember me or this place, got it?”

He nods again and you release his bindings. As much as you hate to part with such a pretty face, you let him walk out. Maybe you could’ve kept him as a pet, like one of those flying monkey henchmen. You could have given him wings just as easily as you raised him from the dead.

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There is no magic spell to scrub the floors, much to your dismay. You’re on all fours sliding around in soap as you scrub away the spray paint that has dried to the ground.

All these demons you’ve killed and you still don’t have who you want. You’re looking for one person, in particular, the king of hell himself. You want him. If you can have him, no one will get in your way, especially not those unrelenting hunters that are tracking you down.

You’d kill them all with a snap of your fingers, but it would be such a waste of your time. Why not have a… bodyguard of sorts instead to protect you? You don’t want just any weak little demon clinging to you like a lost duckling. The devil would scare away any hunter brave enough to step into your line of sight.

Besides, it will be fun flaunting the king of hell around like your own little bitch who does tricks whenever you command. If the coven feared you then, they’ll definitely fear you after you get him into your possession.

It’s proving to be a challenge though, but you love the thrill of it. A face to face meeting with the devil, an experience not many will live to tell.

You sit back in your calves, humming contently as the last of the paint has rubbed off. Sometimes you contemplate hiring a maid, but then again it’s not like they’d be able to stomach all the blood splattered across your floors.

As you bring yourself to your feet and adjust your dress around your thighs, the temperature drops enough to the point where you can see your breath in the air. A telltale sign that you’ve succeeded. You contain your excitement, for now, only letting a sly smile show.

You turn around, bottom lip caught in your teeth in anticipation. What poor human has the devil decided to inhabit tonight? You hope it isn’t the prepubescent pizza boy that always delivers to your lonely, corpulent neighbor who enjoys drowning the sorrows of his failed marriage in grease and alcohol. The devil could at least go out of his way to find a suitable vessel.

However, it isn’t the pizza boy, but a man leaning against the threshold where the kitchen meets the living room with his hands dug into his black pants. Dressed in all black formal attire, it’s like he wanted to match with you in your designer black dress. It almost makes you grin.

But it’s not the clothes that have your heels slowly clicking their way towards him. His perfect features, perhaps this is the true vessel of the devil, beautifully carved by God. How can this vessel possibly be mortal?

You snap out of your revere halfway across your foyer, focusing once again on your mission. The pace you had set flows slower, tempting and sensual. You can feel his eyes roaming over your figure, curious but not tempted. It takes more than a little leg to get the devil on his knees.

“You finally came out to play,” you purr, running your index finger down his chest and straight to the waistband of his pants. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I’m not here because you called. You killed my officer,” he growls, ripping your hand away from reaching dangerously close to his crotch. You involuntarily shiver at his authoritative tone. The devil, the father of sin, has you turning into a puddle because of two measly sentences.

You hate it. He’s not in control, you are.

“Oops, was he important to you? I’m so sorry,” you feign, batting your eyelashes at his unimpressed expression. “So, what do I call this vessel of yours?”

“Hoseok.”

You purr, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Hoseok… I like it. And this vessel,” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his suit. “I like him too. Don’t damage it too much I think I’d like to keep him when you’re done.”

“I’m tired of your games, witch,” he hisses. The hand around your wrist tightens as he glares at you. There are flames behind his eyes, a reflection of hell—dark and desolate.

“Admit it,” you dare, testing the waters as you edge yourself closer wanting to be closer to his warmth. “You’re curious. Why would a witch like me kill dozens of demons just to request a room with you?”

“I can snap my fingers and you’d be nothing but red mist,” he warns, but you see through his empty threat. There is curiosity and you’re going to use it to your advantage.

“I’ll tell you exactly what I want,” you whisper, dragging your lips lightly along the shell of his ear. Your free hand glides from his shoulder to the smooth skin of his neck.

He’s not affected by your feeble attempts to seduce him. Over eons, he’s had plenty of desperate people throwing themselves at him. He’s built up a resistance to fools.

You don’t let his indifference deter your mission. You playfully trail your lips from his ear to the underside of his jaw, kissing gently. One leg snakes around his waist, letting your core press against his hip. Your breath hitches, unexpectedly more turned on than you anticipated. Fuck, you didn’t expect him to show up in a suit with a face of a god.

“Can’t you tell, Hoseok?” You tease, feeling his grip on your wrist loosen enough for you to pull free.

“I want you,” you venomously snarl, wrapping your hand tighter around his throat, searing his skin with your ancient seal. It’s done before he can even push you away and spit curses.

You let out a bubbly laugh, watching as he coughs and scratches at his neck where a brand has appeared. The stinging has spread throughout his entire body, consuming him in flames. He wants to yell and scream because of his foolishness. He let you close to him without knowing every angle he could play you at.

“You fucking witch, I’ll make you suffer,” he swears.

“I don’t think so, Hoseok,” you mock. “You see, anything I feel, you feel.”

It’s an insurance policy you’ve worked into the spell. In case he decides to rip you limb from limb it guarantees he feels every bit of the pain too, but you don’t feel any of what he does.

Sweat beads begin to form on his ethereal face. You crouch to the ground, caressing his warm cheek.

“Pain and pleasure.” Your fingers dance over the red design on his exposed neck. Ancient text scarred to this vessel forever, or as long as you desire him to be yours. “We’re one and the same now. So I’d think twice before threatening me, pet.”

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You dismissed him to go wherever the hell he pleased, back to hell or to go off on a rampage through your city, you don’t care. He’s yours now to do with whatever you please.

You roll over on your bed, staring at the dark ceiling Your t-shirt feeling too heavy against your skin. You can imagine the way his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist and suddenly you want them somewhere else.

Your fingers hook around the hem of your underwear, sliding them down and tossing them out of sight. As your bare skin touches the cool fabric of your sheets, you sigh contently. You drag your fingers up your exposed thigh, shivering as your nail delicately tickles the sensitive flesh.

You want him to feel it—to feel every sinful caress and teasing touch. For the definition of want and need to become the same.

As your hand slowly slides across your stomach and towards the valley of your breasts, you pull your legs apart and let them prop up. You toy with your hardening nipples and roll them under your thumb. As they begin to peak, you run your hands over them once more.

Your needy core aches to be touched and you give in, swiping a finger over your slit. Shuddering when you realize the wetness that has gathered on your finger. You can push two fingers easily into yourself, but instead, you press down on your clit, letting the pleasure ride through your body.

“H-Hoseok,” you moan, as you rub your sensitive clit. You’re tired of teasing and clenching around nothing. With your other hand, you push two fingers into your dripping core, gasping as you tighten immediately around your fingers.

Despite having two fingers buried knuckles deep inside your pussy, you still feel empty. You need something more. Your thoughts drift to the alluring man in your foyer, dressed in black. His hands around your wrists, with fingers that could certainly satiate your carnal desires.

As your own fingers work, plunging deeper into yourself, your body rocks to meet them in the middle. The sheets stick to your skin as you feverishly move against it with a sheen of sweat covering your body.

Hoseok, you think, funny how you thought you had so much control over him, but now you’re willing to submit and throw the reigns to him. Just to have him desperately pounding into you, absolutely ruining you. What’s gotten into you? Is it the man drenched in sin who you've got a faint taste of?

“What,” comes the ragged growl at your door. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

His hand clutches the frame of your door, steadying himself from the intense pleasure rolling through him despite not lifting a finger. It can only be the power of a witch, specifically you, the wicked minx with a hunger for chaos.

Despite his sudden but anticipated appearance in your room, you don’t stop your ministrations, letting the lewd sounds of your juices answer his question. Too busy chasing your own high to notice he’s crept closer, darkened eyes watching as your slender fingers disappear inside yourself. He’s practically trembling as well, every swift movement of your hand has his cock twitching and begging to have you wrapped around it. In the strangest way he feels every bit of pleasure you do and it infuriates him that you have enough power to bring him to his knees.

“D-Don’t just watch,” you moan, splaying your other hand out across the sheets for him. “Touch me, Hoseok.”

Your wanton voice does not help the strain in his pants. As your fingers continue to work, feeling the coil of your stomach and your legs clamping together, he also feels the familiar tightness. Despite your request, Hoseok stays rooted to the side of your bed, preferring to watch instead. Allowing his eyes to wander lustfully as you come apart with just your fingers, drinking up the sight of cum leaking from your pussy and onto the sheets.

He just can’t look away, hexed by the sight of you absolutely wrecked. Damn witch, is it apart of this curse you bestowed on him or are you truly captivating his every whim?

You slowly remove your fingers, coated in white slick, to wipe it haphazardly on your sweaty sheets, but Hoseok’s hand wraps around your wrists. He brings your hand level with his lips, inspecting the milky substance drip down your fingers, before sticking his tongue out for a taste of your intoxicating flavor.

“Just fuck me already, Hoseok,” you groan, as he swipes his tongue between your two fingers and takes them both into his mouth. The wet muscle swirls around your knuckle, letting himself indulge in the taste.

Your fingers come out of his mouth with a pop and he chuckles, “Do you even deserve my cock? Why don’t you remove the curse and I’ll give you everything you want, baby.”

Your mouth twists down as you look at him standing over you with wicked promises in his eyes.

“No,” you scoff, pushing yourself up by your forearms.

Does he really think you’re that stupid? Like hell you’ll easily remove it just for sex.

“I’ll get you to one way or another.” His words are laced with a venomous promise. He sinks himself on to your mattress, crawling between your spread out legs and drinking up the sight of your dripping arousal.

Without warning, he dives down to lap up the remaining juices still leaking from your sensitive core. His tongue runs up and down your slit feverously, eliciting breathless moans to fall from your lips.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you moan at the sudden feeling of his tongue running through your glistening folds. Your fingers intertwine with his onyx hair, roughly gripping the roots.

Hoseok groans, feeling the faint tightness in himself begin to form. The throbbing of his cock is satisfied with the way he rutts himself against your bed like a bitch in heat. He can’t help it, these human weaknesses, needing to satisfy his own needs as well. Usually, he can easily ignore them, but he feels what you feel. The lust is overwhelming - absolutely mundane.

His nose brushes your sensitive clit causing jolts of fiery electricity to flood your body. He forces your thighs apart with both hands to avoid being smothered as your legs try clamping shut. His nails dig into your flesh, leaving deep crescent-shaped marks on your heated skin.

You grind your hips against his tongue, trying to get yourself off quicker. As your back arches, the tightness you feel intensifies. So close. You’re so close.

Sensing that you’re reaching your peak from the whines and moans, Hoseok suddenly pulls back. Your eyes shoot open, raising your head to scream for him to continue. You find him sitting on his heels with a lazy smirk as your arousal drips from his chin.

“Remove the mark.” He demands, dragging his tongue over his glistening lips to lick away your cum.

You groan, throwing your head back onto the pillows, letting your hands make their way down to your clit again to finish what he started. “The day Hell freezes over.”

“You’re such a stubborn slut, aren’t you?” Hoseok tisks, seizing your hand before you can touch yourself and pining it to the headboard. He does the same with your other hand.

He reaches up to undo the knot of his black tie, loosening it over his head and brings it to your hands. With each loop he makes and tightens around your wrists, he can feel the burn of silk against his as well. He knows they’re tight enough when he can feel his the pressure on his own wrists.

“What are you doing?” You ask as he pushes himself off the bed to rip open your side drawer. His hands rummage through your desk, moving down the next drawer when he doesn’t find whatever he’s looking for. You tug at the bindings, trying to break loose to stop him.

Hoseok pulls a familiar object out of the drawer, a cylindrical and unforgiving device you only use when you’re desperate.

“This looks fun,” he muses, raking his eyes over your restrained figure. He climbs back to his original position above you. “Here’s our new deal,” he says, switching the vibrator on letting the soft buzz fill the electrified air. “Let me go and I’ll let you come tonight.”

Hoseok trail the vibratory along the inside of your thigh, letting it gently massage the tender flesh. He waits patiently for your answer, expecting to be met with your desperate compliance.

You pull against the restraints and flinch your leg away from the roaming toy getting too close to your core. Maybe you want the punishment, maybe you’re crazy to refuse the devil. Whatever it is, you still own him in the end, he’s all yours and he’s not going anywhere.

“Never.”

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 5 years

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Can you please write more of your mountain lion AU? Thank you

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He doesn’t remember his dreams.

Only the sensation of them. Thepounding of blood and the clatter of teeth, the wrench of muscle and the acheof bone. He remembers the way his hands are slick then sticky so the skinbetween his fingers tack together even after he wakes; how his lungs fill withliquid, leaving him stuttering, clawing for breath; the one, two, three snap ofhis brain as his body pulls long; the restlessness; the sweat pooling in thehollow of his throat; the sting of broken flesh mingling with salt.

He hates them.

His eyes snap open, darkness bleedinginto sight and breath filling his lungs with a horrible sucking sound that isthe opposite of a scream. It pours into his chest, into his stomach, until itcan no more, bound in by the pull of fabric across his everything.

It’s impossible to know if he’s stilldreaming or if he’s awake. If he should stop inhaling before his lungs explode.If this is the last chance he’ll get before being submerged once again.

“Easy, son.”

Vision flicking through the dark, atiny flare of light becoming brighter, blinding him and he pinches his faceshut against the strike.

“I hope you didn’t pull any stitches,” thevoice continues, slow and conversational. Soothing, the way he has seen traders speak to half broken livestock. It’s a strangely idle thought, but Obi wondershow often he works with wild dogs. “Shirayuki is the one who swaddled a grownboy like an infant, but it’ll be me that she’s sour with for letting you getworked up.”

Peeling his eyelids back, Obi squintsagainst the low light of the lantern. Watches as first a table, then a plant, then a human come slowly into resolve. The light glows across a face, familiar but muchdrier than that the man he met in his memories, the groves of age and strain starkunder the glow of the fire. A stubble-covered jaw stretches wide in a yawn and,with the flick of a wrist, his matchstick goes out.

“Mukaze,” Obi mutters out loud,unintentionally, his brain and his mouth working in tandem. Eyes widening, hesnaps his mouth shut, and only then feels the sting of his lips, the sleep thatcakes his mouth.

“That’s right,” Mukaze grins. The skinby his eyes crinkle. “And you’re Obi, right? My daughtersaid that was your name.”

Maybe he nods in confirmation. Maybe hedoesn’t. But regardless, Mukaze clambers stiffly to his feet, and Obi’s breathgoes shallow at the sheer size of him. For a moment, he is no longer dry andwarm, but wet and impossibly cold, staring down a swordsman in the dim of astorm that wants his life. It was one thing to face him in the wild, where atleast Obi had adrenaline and knives and his feet under him. But here, under theselayers of sheets and quilts, he has never felt so small.

“I’m just getting you a glass ofwater,” Mukaze soothes, palms extended up and out. “No need to go for thewindow or introduce your face to the ground again.”

Obi blinks. Registers the words. Then the pain in his knuckles where he clutches the sheets beneath him. And lets go.“She told you about that?”

His lips twitch tellingly. “Nah. I justfigured after our introduction that you would be the type that needed proof.”

~ ~ ~

The next time he wakes up, it is silent.And he is alone.

His vision swims, then clears. Sweat beads against an earthen cup at his bedside, condenses, and slides slowly down to stain the wood beneath it.

His mouth is still dry, but-

The cup is so far away. And he can’t move his arms.

Beyond it, a burner glows steadily in the cornerof the room, filling the room with a pleasant heat. Smoke curls a fine coil froma censer resting over the coals and his eyelashes flutter. It smells pretty. Likeflowers. Like a store of drying spring green lining the walls of a home in hismemories that he’s not sure ever really existed.

It’s- nice. Maybe as nice as the wrapof clean linen. Or the sweet straw mattress beneath his back.

No, he takes a deep breath in. Nicer.

~ ~ ~

When next he’s pulled free of hisdreamless sleep, there are more pressing matters to attend to than the whisper of smokeand memory. Teeth baring in a grimace, he shifts and, ye gods-

Bedding pulls tight across his body, pressing his belly into his bladder, andah, he was going to have words withthe Miss about what she found best for his sleep.

He could, of course, use the bucket athis bedside. Just the presence of it makes his cheeks heat. Makes him wonder how long he’s been here. If he- hassuffered more indignities than he remembers. Yanking one shoulder free of theirtightly woven prison, he has immediate regrets.

Pain radiates through his whole body,vibrates through his teeth. Gods, gods, how could he forget about being cleaved into two? Staring at the ceiling, he pants, tries to count the seconds but cannot recall the numbers past two, a cold sweat prickling his brow. So he just. Breathes. Untilthe worst of it has passed.

And when it does, he eyes the bucket.The door on the other side of the room. And the bucket again.

Delicately this time, he untangles therest of him. Places his feet on bare wood. And forgets the bucket.

From there, it’s… simply a matter offinding a proper handhold. Grasp a table here, a coat hanger there, a shelf, andfinally a doorknob.

Now,he pants when the door opens before him, cataloging the shelves with theirglass jars glinting in moonlight, the shape of counters and a smattering of shadowsshaped like chairs. Just where is thechamberpot?

~ ~ ~

“What a pain…”

That voice, he’s heard it somewhere.Somewhere beneath the heat pouring on his skin and the bright light bleedingthrough his closed eyelids, there are more people. More voices. And they- don’tsound happy.

“Who was supposed to be sitting bedsidelast night?”

“He hasn’t hurt himself since westarted burning the valerian and poppy. It’s not like he’s dying anymore! I didn’tthink he would need it!”

Obi swallows. Allows himself only abrief flutter of nerves. And keeps his eyes shut.

“Everyone has their rotation for a reason, Mihaya”

Ah, the Miss. And she sounds no more pleasedthan anyone else in the room.

“I don’t see what the big deal is. It’sjust a few broken jars.”

Oops.

“You can clean this mess up, then!” Thefirst voice. Obi can’t tell if it is a man or a woman. Only that they’re gettinglouder with every word. “And find us some replacements!”

“Oh dear, I think I hear the kitchenscalling. But I’m sure you can handle it, pretty boy…”

“Mihaya!” The voice cracks. So a boy, then. “Mihaya!”

Wood thuds against wood, and a chorusof sighs fills the silence left behind.

“What a mess. Maybe we could call Itoya toget that guy back to bed-”

“He got himself out,” the boy snaps. “He can get himselfback in.”

“Kazuki,” Miss’s voice is sharp. Awarning.

“I’m just saying-“

“Don’t.”

Her footsteps are light, but theystrike the floorboards definitively. With each one, he comes up with anotherexcuse. It wasn’t me. Must’ve been an earthquake. A cat. The cabinet shelveswere too weighted down.

He doesn’t even remember how he knocked them down. Last heremembers is stepping away from the chamberpot, looking at the distance hecrossed. The distance that he would have to cross again, and- and-

A window seat. There was a nice windowseat on the way…

Miss sighs, soft and exasperated, herhand gently touching his shoulder, and-

Perhaps he could feign dead.

“Obi,” she says, her voice gentle. “Obi,wake up.”

Or at least deaf. That way she couldyell all she wanted-

“Obi this isn’t your bed. Let’s get yousomeplace more comfortable.”

His eyelashes flutter, sight stinging at the light filtering in through the windows, thosetoo green eyes staring down at him-

“Miss,” he purrs, drawing out his bestsmile. “Checking in on me already?”

“It’s mid-morning,” she smiles,squeezing his shoulder. “And you’re not where I left you last night.”

“Hmm.” He tilts his head towards thesun, eyes closing once again. “I didn’t notice.”

She huffs. “Why are you out here?”

He peers at her underneath his lashes.Manages to lift one hand into the shape of a claw. “Meow.”

Her lips twitch, but that kind bedsidemanner does not fade. “Do you need help?”

“I would be fine here.”

“We’re going to be noisy.”

“Noisy’s fine.”

Her lips spread wide in a smile. “Everyone in the village is very curious about you. They might start asking you questions.”

“If he’s good enough to be out here.”Obi’s eyes flash to a blonde half way across the room, arms crossed and facetwisted in displeasure. “He’s good enough to clean up the mess he made.”

Grimacing, Obi finally opens his mouth to take theblame, but Miss glances over her shoulder. Says nothing. And Obi finds himselfimmensely grateful he cannot see the expression on her face for how Kazuki shrivels.

“I mean, he seems okay!” he squawks.

“I’m sorry.” His voice surpriseshimself. “I just- I went for a walk. I don’t remember the rest. I don’t haveany money to pay you for it right now-”

“Obi.” Miss stares at him, face gentled again. “It’s fine. My father breaks more than you ever could.”

Guilt is not a foreign feeling to him.He’s learned to live with it. But he doesn’t know how to live with this. Thisforgiveness. “Oh.”

“Fine,” their vocal audience memberhuffs. “But he doesn’t stay out here. If he doesn’t take himself back to his bed,I’ll force him to go.”

“Kazuki-“

“Scoundrel,” Obi purrs, batting hiseyelashes. “Are you going to have your way with me when you get me there, too?”

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From Linen to Leather (Jacques Snicket x Olivia Caliban fic)

In the fifteen minutes since Olivia had met Jacques, she had learned more than she ever expected to know about VFD. The taxi had driven through the city, and Olivia now had no idea where they were, although it seemed trendy.

“So what are we going to do about the Quagmires and the Baudelaires?” Olivia inquired.

“Well, Olivia Caliban,” Jacques replied, “We are going to search 667 Dark Avenue from top to bottom, or rather, from bottom to top for the Quagmires. Some of my associates are keeping an eye on the Baudelaires, so they’ll be alright for the time being.” He glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “I don’t suppose you happen to have clothes suitable for scaling a building, would you?”

“Well, no. I don’t really keep any extra clothes on me, and I definitely don’t own anything like that.”

“We’ll have to buy you some, then. There’s a shop not far from here.”

“Alright.” She was terrified. Scaling a building? Olivia climbed ladders to reach the top shelf all the time, but standing parallel to the ground, a hundred feet above it was another. Then there was the matter of shopping for clothes with Jacques Snicket, a guy that she had just met, and who Olivia could quite honestly say was the single most attractive man she had ever met. Just being around him made her kind of giggly, though she hid it well (this was, of course, the same woman who could go from reading indecent literature to helping children without ever letting on that she was reading a book on anything sexier than horseradish).

Jacques pulled up to a little shop, but all Olivia could see inside were pinstriped sundresses. Is this what he considers women’s climbing clothes? she thought, confused. Well, guess I don’t have to worry about crushing on him anymore.

“Come, Olivia Caliban. Let us get you some proper attire.”

Sure. Proper attire.

They stepped inside the shop. “Ah! Jacques!” the petite Puerto Rican girl behind the counter called. “What can I do for you today?”

“Well, Amy, I would like the Verified Finery Discount for my new associate, Olivia.”

“Absolutely,” she replied with a conspiratorial wink. “Olivia, honey, would you mind stepping over there for a moment? Hold your arms out, please.”

Olivia did so, baffled. Amy stepped out from behind the counter with a tape measure. She took several measurements in rapid succession against Olivia’s body.

“Alright, I’ve got just the thing for you. Oh, and what size shoe do you wear? Also, how chunky do you like your heels?”

“Um, I wear sevens, and not stilettos but also not really thick.”

Amy beckoned for them to come with her into a back room. She flipped on the lights switch, and Olivia gasped. The room was filled with black leather clothes of all kinds: jackets, pants, boots, even hats and scarves. Her unkind thoughts towards Jacques Snicket vanished.

Amy grabbed a jacket, a shirt (which, surprisingly, looked like it was made of normal fabric), pants, socks, and a gorgeous pair of heeled boots.

”Try these on, sweetie. Dressing rooms are right over there. And welcome to the biz.” She handed the clothes to Olivia with a friendly smile.

Olivia stepped into the little room to change. She’d seen a lot of weird stuff in the past three days, and this woman was no exception. Whatever else she was, though, she was incredibly gifted. The clothes fit like a dream, and weren’t stiff like most new leather.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised at how badass she looked. Maybe lose the glasses, though, she thought.

She stepped out and Jacques’ eyes widened involuntarily. He blinked to cover it up so she wouldn’t think he was staring, but she looked damn good. She’s a new recruit, Snicket, not a model. Get it together, he thought.

Amy clapped her hands, snapping him out of his head. “You look great! Everything comfortable?”

“Yes, everything fits quite well. Do you have a bathroom? I’d like to put in my contacts so my glasses don’t fall to the ground and shatter.”

Amy directed her to the bathroom, where she popped the lenses in her eyes and returned.

Jacques might have passed out if he hadn’t dug his nails into his palm to stabilize himself. The two women exited the back room, and he followed.

“Thank you, Amy,” Jacques said, handing her some money.

“Not a problem! Have fun with whatever you needed those clothes for!”

Jacques and Olivia walked out of the shop, getting back in the car. “So who was that woman?” Olivia asked.

Jacques pulled out of the lot and set off for 667 Dark Avenue. “That was Amy Garcia. She provides clothing to VFD members around these parts. The sundress shop is just a cover, though she does get considerably good business.”

“Oh.”

The taxi was silent a moment. Neither quite knew what to say next.

“Thank you, for the clothes,” Olivia said finally.

“It’s not a problem.” Oh, but it is. I am never going to get that image out of my brain; Olivia Caliban clad in leather is quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “Now, Miss Caliban, shall we scale a building and search for some missing children?”

“We shall, Mr. Snicket.”

And with that, they were off.

Author’s Note: Sorry if it isn’t flirty enough and whatnot, but at this point I just didn’t think they were there yet, ya know? Anyway, thank you for reading, my loves!

Requested by Anon

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Breathless 2/?

Fandom: Yuri On Ice Characters: (For this chapter) Yuuri Katsuki, Phichit Chulanont, Otabek Altin, Yakov Feltsman, TBA Genre: Vampire!AU, Romance, Angst Rating: Mature for this chapter. Each chapter will be updated with a rating. Summary: After the events that happened to him the night before, Yuuri takes matters into his own hands. The outlook doesn’t turn out like he expected. Trigger Warnings: None for this chapter.

Author Notes: Sorry it took a while. Setting up the stage is so hard because I want to write specific scenes and longer chapters. Hopefully I can get there soon. Enjoy!

I didn’t sleep at all.

If I tried, I would wake up in a panic and cold sweat.

As soon as my alarm went off, I called Phichit. He said that going to the police was the best option. I was scared. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I wished none of this happened. Everything was fine. Why couldn’t my break up be the only thing I worried about? That’s all I wanted.

Phichit picked me up and I was on the verge of tears.

“Yuuri, it’s going to be alright. You’re just giving the police information. We should’ve gone yesterday, honestly, but it will be okay.” He gave me a quick smile and went back to the road. I sighed and played with the fabric of my shirt.

Once we arrived at the police station, I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. “Phichit…what if they think I did it?”

Phichit chuckled. “Well, no offense of course, but you’re a little bit tiny to take on two buffed men. I mean, you could change my mind, but that’s just my opinion.”

He had a point. I lost a lot of weight and I haven’t been to the gym in a while. Me taking on those two men were out of the question. But...they probably won’t believe me when I would tell them what really happened.

We walked into the station and being surrounded by so many cops, criminals, and creepo’s were overwhelming. We walked up to the desk that was separated by glass and an older woman was there. She was writing something on paper and chewing her gum rather loudly. She didn’t notice me and Phichit standing there so Phichit cleared his throat.

She looked up slowly and sighed. “How can I help you?”

“Hello. My friend here wanted to report some information about the double murder from yesterday.” Phichit said as he put his arm around me to comfort me.

“Sign ya name and then wait over there. Someone will be with you in a moment.” She popped her gum and went back to writing. Phichit nodded and signed out names in.

We sat there in silence as I bounced my leg repeatedly. A lot of eyes were on me and I felt every single par. The whole station smelled of alcohol, sweat, body odor, and what was left of an air freshener that smelled of clean linen. Phichit was texting his boyfriend to let him know what was going on and he was calmer than me. I mean, he didn’t witness a murder.

“Alright, Yuuri and Phichit?” and officer yelled. We both stood up quickly and made our way to the man. He took us to a room and shut the door behind him.

“Hello. My name is Detective Otabek Altin. I saw that you had some information on the double homicide from yesterday?” He asked and sat across from us.

I was so nervous, but I managed to speak. “Yes, Detective.”

He nodded and got out a notepad and pencil. “This is being videotaped as well, but please start from the beginning mister…?”

“Katsuki. Yuuri Katsuki.”

He wrote down my name and looked back up at me to continue.

“Okay. I was walking to work like normal and I felt someone come up behind me….” I explained how the encounter went as he nodded and wrote down some key points. Then I got to then end.

“Now…this is the weird part. Since my vision was coming back slowly, I saw a figure over the men. I didn’t see a face. And I know I didn’t hear a gun shot.”

“There weren’t any gunshot wounds. So you are correct.” He told me.

I nodded. “Okay…” I took a breath. “All I heard was screaming and when I got my vision back, I saw the person run and then saw the bodies. Lying there in a pool of blood. I ran after that. I should’ve reported it and I’m so sorry Detective Altin.”

He nodded. “Lucky for you, someone reported it not long after you left, but yes. You should’ve come to the police. Although there isn’t much we can do, this gives up somewhat of evidence. Do you know what the police report said about the men, Mr. Katuski?”

I shook my head.

He took the file and opened it. “They have slash marks across their necks. An instant kill, if you will.”

I gulped loudly. I can’t believe that someone killed two people right in front of me. But I’m also grateful that I didn’t see it and that…they saved me.

The interview process went on for a few more minutes. He got all the necessary information he needed and walked us out. “Thank you for your information Mr. Katsuki. We may be in touch in the future. Please, take my card.” He handed me his card and I thanked him.

Once we got out of that gross police station, I sighed. It was over. I can finally breathe. “Phichit, I can’t thank you enough for taking me. You are truly the world’s greatest friend.” I hugged him and then we walked back to the car.

“What can I say? Everyone loves me.” He chuckled and then drove me back home. There was no way I was going to go into work today. I couldn’t face anyone. They would ask me, so many questions and I didn’t want to be bombarded with people in my face.

I decided that I would write from home because I felt somewhat safe there. Phichit dropped me off at my apartment not long after. I thanked him and told him I would buy him dinner, but he just scoffed. “Just do your article.” He smiled.

I laid on my couch for what seemed like hours. My laptop was so close to my face because I couldn’t stop watching videos on unsolved murders. I don’t know why it intrigued me, but something in my head clicked. Like, I needed to watch these videos so I can get my fuel for writing back. I needed this to be a push.

I should write about me and my experience. If I would’ve thought about this a few days ago, I would have laughed and just chicken out. I hate attention, but this is something that needs to be read. This is something that needs to be written about.

Countless of unsolved crimes and many victims who haven’t had a story told…it needs to be talked about.

I exit out of my video and began to write for the next few hours.

I come into work the next day feeling hopeful. I sent my story to my editor last night and I hope to God that he will publish it.

When I get to my desk, I sit patiently. I bounce my leg up and down repeatedly as I try and calm down. I worked so hard on this piece. I haven’t put this much heart and soul into one piece of writing in a long time. I breathe deeply and then my editor walks in.

I jump up from my desk and make my way to his office.

“Moring, Yakov. How are you?” I ask.

He groans. “I was fine until you came in. What do you want Katsuki?”

My heart starts to beat a little fast. “Well, I was wondering if you got my article I sent you last night.”

He sits down at his desk and logs into his computer. “Yeah. I did.”

I just stood there wondering if he was going to say something about it. He didn’t so I had to. “Well, what did you think about it?”

He shrugged. “Okay. Don’t know what we are gonna do with it since you don’t write columns like that.”

I sit down across from him. “I thought we could start a new column. Unsolved crimes in the area and I would start with mine.”

He looked away from his computer. “People don’t care about unsolved murders, Yuuri. They want facts. Something that has a happy ending. I’ve been in this business for years, and I’ve seen this topic ruin a lot of papers.”

I got really confused. “Um, I would think that it would help them. Ya know, sell more papers. It’s a topic that keeps people on the edge of their seats.”

“It’s boring. It’s all been done before.”

“And the stuff I write? That’s not been done before? I write an entertainment column. That’s boring.”

Yakov groans again. “That’s your job. Papers have specific stories that they stick to. We are a family friendly paper. Not Cold Case.” He rolls his eyes and goes back to writing.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Be honest, am I a good writer.”

“Yuuri, don’t start.”

“Yakov, am I a good writer?”

He paused and didn’t look at me when he answered. “Subpar.”

“Then why am I here?”

He quickly looked back at me. “Because, you like what you do and it shows in your writing. Not great writing, but we sell papers.”

I stand up. “This is a story that needs to be told. There are other stories out there that need to be read. Not what great movies are playing. These are real and happening every day. I can’t be at a workplace that won’t tell the truth.”

“Katsuki, this isn’t what we publish.” He said.

“We write about the city. What’s happening every day. We publish the weather, sports, entertainment, trending stories, and leisure. That’s a normal newspaper. This is news. News that needs to be spread to the public to help other’s. We publish advice on how to get a stain out of your clothes, but not advice on how to react to a mugging.”

Yakov was silent and he was staring at me so hard, I could feel the fire in his eyes. The heat that was building in the room. I started to sweat.

“If you don’t like where you are and what you do then you can pack your desk and leave.”

My mouth went dry and I felt like I couldn’t speak. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I didn’t know why. I had to leave. I had to.

I opened the door and slammed it behind me. Peoples heads looked up from there desks and I ignore them. I was relieved to get out of that room. It felt twenty degrees cooler and I felt like the elephant on my chest finally left.

I was never happy at this job anyway. It was money and it put food on the table. Who knows when I will get another job, but I’m thankful I don’t have to be here anymore.

I start to pack up my desk and Phichit runs over. “Yuuri, what happened? What are you doing?”

“He fired me, so I’m leaving. If he doesn’t want to publish the truth, then fine. I will.”

“Yuuri, please don’t do this.” Phichit pleads.

“I’m not wanted here or anywhere else. I needed this as a push. I don’t want to stay and neither does Yakov. I’ll be fine.” I get my laptop and shove it in my bag and my picture of my family, then zip up my backpack.

Phichit is silent, but he is staring at my with huge eyes. I can tell he is shocked, but I don’t care. I just want to get out of this place. People stare at my as I leave the office

I don’t look back….

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And I’m pretty sure we can all relate to the times when you really need the shampoo bottle, and it gets stuck behind the various products piling up on the counter! 6. Spray Bottle Hangar Storing the Windex inside your cabinet is probably turning out to be one of the worst decisions you’ve made in terms of bathroom storage. Mostly because, every time you reach for it inside the cabinet, you end up knocking over 20 other spray bottles! This spray bottle hangar saves your space and sanity in the bathroom by providing an easy place to store your spray bottles. Without knocking over 10 other spray bottles you don’t need! Buy it here! 7. Hall of Baskets Credit: Simply DIY 2 Hall of Fame? I’m sure you’ve heard of it. But how about the Hall of Baskets? It definitely has a nice ring to it. And it’s not that difficult to build either. Hang two towel rods in a parallel manner. Of course, the size of the rods, and the weight is totally up to you. But make sure the rods themselves are sturdy and practical. Use a few ribbons to secure the baskets to the rods, and then fill up the baskets with whatever extra items have been stockpiling in the bathroom. These dark baskets will easily blend in with any decor you’re aiming for in your bathroom, whether its rustic, romantic or just chill! Buy baskets here! 8. Fabric Skirt Credit: Housebeautiful Personally, I think this is a genius idea. If you have any of those skirts that your grandmother gave you to “look pretty” at school, and you can’t explain to her that they’re not cool anymore….wait! Don’t throw them away or donate them or go with the old “the dog ate it” excuse. Size it, and cut it so that it easily fits under the sink and doesn’t flop over the side. This is a great way to hide any of those extra utilities or ahem tampons and pads that you’re so desperately trying to hide. Especially in a small bathroom. The struggle is definitely real ladies! 9. DIY Hair Tool Organizer Credit: Nellie Bellie Let’s be honest. The bathroom is where we spend 60% of the time doing hair and makeup, and 40% for actually using the bathroom for what it’s supposed to be used for. Checking yourself out in the mirror obviously. Since we’re always in such a rush in the mornings, not to mention going through the Monday blues (or every day of the week except for Friday blues) , you’ll end up haphazardly scattering your straightener or curler. Not anymore! This DIY hair tool organizer will save your hair….but won’t cure your Monday blues. It’ll hardly take a minute or two to put back your straightener in this organizer every morning! 10. Spinning Makeup Playing dress-up starts at 5 years old…..and never stops. Make your space more organized and efficient with this tiered spinning organizer. The spinning part makes it one of those childish things you can’t stop doing, kinda like blowing bubbles in your water glass. The tiers provide a sort of vertical space that utilizes space much better, since it doesn’t take up as much area. Brushes can be kept in the section on top, while the jars and sprays can be kept at the bottom. Buy this stand here! 11. Organizers Behind The Mirror Door Counter space is definitely not easy to come by, especially if it’s already filled up with straighteners, makeup, and the general item mania. Honestly, there are times I pick up an item, wonder if I really truly need it, then instinctively rearrange it back into my “neat pile”. Who am I kidding? My neat pile looks like a mini-tornado tore through my bathroom. These organizers can easily stick to the back of the mirror door, and the small spaces within each organizer ensures that only necessary items can be stored. Get rid of those empty medicine and ointment bottles! Buy these StickonPods here! 12. Bottle Cap to Toothbrush Holder Credit: Ohohdeco Have you ever ended up at CVS at like 3 AM for something as random as a toothbrush holder? You’re not the only one (No, I don’t have insomnia). More often than not, we don’t want to spend too much money on something as little as a toothbrush holder. Try this ingenious hack of converting your bottle cap to a toothbrush holder. Make a slot in the inside of the bottle cap, for the toothbrush to attach to the bottle cap. Attach some Velcro to the back of the cap, and stick it where ever is most convenient. Voila! It probably won’t take you more than 15 minutes to make this simple item. 13. Lean a Ladder Credit: Housebeautiful Never trust a ladder. They’re always up to something. OK, sorry guys. Bad pun aside, this ladder adds a rustic, homely and unique feel to your bathroom. You can hang your towels and clothes on the ladder, instead of throwing it all around the bathroom. Honestly, even if you dump a bunch of clothes onto the ladder, it’ll still somehow look neat! That’s the uniqueness of the ladder! 14. Add a Rack Who said you need to have a closet or shelf already built in your bathroom? If you’re trying to add a small closet or rack, make use of the corner space that’s always overlooked. The corners are honestly the best places to store or mount racks to make use of unused space. The rack itself is inexpensive and easy to mount! It adds a bit of elegance to the bathroom without overdoing it by being bulky or taking up too much space. You can buy this rack here! 15. Get an Outlet Shelf Get rid of all your counter clutter! Keep your electronic toothbrush and razor on this outlet shelf. It’ll save your time, sanity, and counter space. Get it here! 16. Put A Hamper In It Hampers have a way of adding style to a room or closet without even trying. It’s the ultimate laundry dumping place, without making it look like a tornado ripped through your house of course. If you’re trying to decorate your guest bathroom without overdoing it, this item is a must-have! Other than dumping a year’s worth of laundry, it’s also great for stockpiling potatoes. I’m kidding! It’s perfect for storing those linen towels out of the reach of your messy toddlers for sure! Buy a hamper here! 17. Magazine Rack…In The Bathroom? For all my book nerds out there, who can’t even finish using the bathroom without reading at least one page…….I volunteer this magazine rack as a tribute. Hunger Games joke aside, this rack is elegant and will definitely act as a “statement piece” to the bathroom by being quietly exquisite. It also adds some vibrancy to those awkward unused spaces and corners that we so desperately try and fail to cover up with paint or wallpaper! Buy this magazine rack here! 18. Make A Skinny Alcove Credit: Dorseydesigns No space? No problem. If you’re renovating your bathroom, leave a bit of space for this skinny, yet extremely functional and rustic alcove. It’s inexpensive and adds a bit of oomph to an otherwise boring white or monochromatic bathroom. These shelves can easily store the towels, baskets, and cosmetic products that are taking up your counter space and making you generally insane every morning! This alcove doesn’t take up much space anyway, considering it’s already taking up a corner of space, which is especially perfect if your bathroom is already small. 19. Wall Mounted Bathroom Shelf Want a simple, stylish yet space-saving solution to your bathroom storage troubles? You’ve found it. This awesomely chic rack is for people like me who hoard essential oils, soap, conditioners, and other hair care products like the zombie apocalypse is about to happen tomorrow. In case it does happen, take the rack and run. It’s not worth leaving it! This rack is very sturdy and easy to install. So it pretty much covers all the basic areas of how perfect this product is! It’s also a great item to put in a guest bathroom, where you really want to show off how awesome your decorating skills are. Impressed guests? More brownie points to you. And maybe more Christmas presents on your doorstep….yo never know! You can grab this shelf here while it’s in stock! 20. Toilet Paper Holder/Phone Shelf Studies show that 19% of people, in other words, 1 out of 5 people drop their phone down the toilet, losing all their data and contacts (and their digital life). Of course, if the phone was made of Vibranium, you could just pick up your phone and nothing would have happened. Then again, if I’m talking about the uses of a fake substance like Vibranium in real life, you can tell I’m suffering from an epic Marvel withdrawal. This toilet paper holder is also a phone shelf. It can easily be mounted to the wall, and it’s made of stainless steel so it’s sturdy and won’t rust. Avoid those oopsy daisy accidents with this functional and awesome toilet roll holder/phone shelf! Buy it here! 21. Good Ol’ Adhesive Shelf The old school way is always the best. You can never have enough shelves in the bathroom, especially in those awkward corners that you try to cover up using wallpaper or paint. This functional, old school adhesive bathroom shelf is the best for hanging up items that you need as you’re rushing out the bathroom. And a great way to pop up speakers or your phone to watch reruns of Game of Thrones episodes. Don’t worry, the whole world is suffering from withdrawal from that. Join the club! The adhesive shelf can be personalized to your style, and the hooks at the bottom allow for more space for things like towels, sponges, and scrubs. Buy it here! 22. IKEA Picture Ledge Credit: Yasam Stil Turns out that picture ledges can be used for things other than pictures. Use this picture ledge from IKEA and add it right between the mirror and the bathroom sink. Store your favorite soaps, lotions, shampoos and of course essential oils right here. You’ll never knock things down from the countertop to the floor again! This is also a great place to keep all those scented candles without wreaking havoc on the already limited space in the bathroom (shelves and counters). Personalize this frame by painting or layering some wallpaper on it for a pop of color. Always appreciated when you’re short on time and want to spruce up your bathroom space! Buy them on Amazon! 23. Built-in Bathroom Storage Shelve Credit: Donna DuFresne Interior Design Do you know that the average space between wall studs is 16 inches? Do you also know that it’s enough space to make a small recessed cabinet? Yes, that’s right a bonus bathroom storage without just by smart utilization of space already present. 24. Magnetic Makeup Board Credit: Laurathoughts Shelves and picture frames to store your makeup essentials? Boring. And overrated. Did I mention, literally everyone on Instagram and Pinterest always has a DIY shelf but not something as cool as a magnetic makeup storage board? The words pretty much convey what this board does. So you’ll never have to worry about makeup falling out of your kit or off the counter. Crown yourself the DIY queen by making this easy storage board. It requires just a few materials including a picture frame, a metal sheet, your choice of fabric, hot glue, and a few other supplies that you’ll already have ready in your arsenal. 25. Second Shower Rod in the Shower Credit: Pinterest/Good Housekeeping Already have one shower rod? Great! You know the benefits then. But, you’re probably running out of space right about now, so install another one! They don’t take up much space, and can easily store the shampoos and conditioners that you previously didn’t have space for. Add a few hooks, so that items like sponges, shower brush and any other items that can’t fit on the rod can hang easily from the hooks. You’ll suddenly have more space for weird items like shower caps and bath salts! 26. Suction Cup Bottle Holders Credit: Dollarstorecrafts This hack is GOLDEN. If there ever was a creative dollar store organization hack that you really needed and didn’t fully appreciate, it’s definitely this one. If shelves or racks in the bathroom aren’t your thing, try this hack using suction cups and hair elastics. They will keep your shampoo and conditioner stuck to the wall like silly putty. It doesn’t take up as much space as a rack or shelf, because the only space it’s taking up is the area of the bottle itself! The best thing is that the suction cups and hair elastics both are only $1 each, so no need to spend any money renovating or buying a shelf when it literally takes just one minute to slap one of these onto the wall! As someone who regularly drops the shampoo bottle in the shower, this is definitely a favorite. 27. Storage Step Stool Credit: Builtbykids You didn’t think I’d leave kids out of this, did you? Don’t worry, I didn’t leave out your lovable, annoying brats. This DIY step stool also has a hollowed-out inside……to store bath toys! As if the living room isn’t full of enough of their toys already. The stool is multi-functional as it’s clearly seen from the picture. It’s a great way to make sure your kids don’t look like they visited the dunk tank after washing their hands, and it provides easy access to their favorite toys during their least favorite time. Bath time! 28. Extra Products On a Turntable Use up all that extra cabinet storage to store all those added junk items like half-used lotion bottles or semi-used shampoos using a turntable. Store all these things on the turntable to make a bit of counter space. If you don’t already have a large bathroom, and I’m guessing you don’t, these turntables will come in handy. It stores all the extra items that keep falling off the counter, it’s basically a dump for extra storage! Buy them here! 29. Products on a Cake Stand Credit: Cosmopolitan You probably bought this cake stand thinking you’d suddenly turn into Paula Deen, but you’re probably realizing now that this cake stand is just collecting dust in the closet. This cake stand is perfect for storing extra products in the shower. Especially if you have little spaces in the corner of your shower that are awkwardly not being used. 30. Kitchen Utensil Tray Credit: Cosmopolitan Yes, let me repeat that. A kitchen utensil tray can also be used in the bathroom! Instead of shoving everything haphazardly into a random cabinet, and then having everything tumble out, use a tray! It will easily keep everything you need in an organized and clean manner without you having to break the bank for a new bathroom organizer! All in all, whether you’re adding a corner shelf, rack, or a turntable, the options out there to expand bathroom storage are limitless. Most of them are just a few hacks with a bit of creativity, so make sure you utilize existing space, rather than wishing for space you don’t have! If you found the post helpful, then please share it! The post 30 Nifty Bathroom Storage Ideas to Make Most of Space Available appeared first on OffbeatBros. #Organizing

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