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Mutual Help | #48

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 15.5k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

The asphalt smells earthy from the April rain showers you've luckily avoided just in the right time. By the time you've walked out of the donut shop, the very short rain that came in quick bursts has stopped and you've had a good chance to get into your car without your clothes getting wet.

During the day, Jungkook has messaged you Jimin and Taehyung will be joining you tonight – just a casual movie night – so you've decided to buy donuts for all of you. Luckily, you ended your work just in time and surprisingly, you aren't as tired as you usually are after working and you kind of can't wait to hang out with your other two friends.

When you come home, they're already there playing a video game and that's when you can hear the shouting as soon as you open the front door. Jungkook and Taehyung are the ones who barely spare you a glance as you join them in the living room, still wanting to change to more comfortable clothes but at least they quickly greet you before the shouting continues.

Jimin who's standing beside the end of the couch, a bowl of snacks in his hands as he chuckles at your grimace you make once you hear the loud noises coming from those two. He has been watching the game, enjoying the extra curses they spill out so effortlessly while you stand there shaking your head at them.

You and Jimin greet each other, immediately going for a hug as you can't help but notice Jimin's visible muscles and toned chest thanks to the thin and tight long sleeve shirt he's wearing.

"Wow, Jimin," you gasp, grinning as you look at him, finding him giving you a grin as if he already knew what you're about to say. Well, it's not that hard considering your eyes are on his chest as your hands squeeze his biceps. "Have you been working out? Look at you!"

"Oh, shut up," Jimin chuckles as he sees your eyes sparkle with teasing, your hands letting him go. "Yeah, I've been joining Jungkook for a few sessions."

You knew Jungkook was hanging out with Jimin, among his other friends during different days like Namjoon today, but he didn't mention them hanging out at the gym. But knowing Jungkook, it does make sense.

"And how has that been?" you ask, laughing when Jimin dramatically rolls his eyes and sighs.

That catches Jungkook's attention and you notice their game round ended, as he gives Jimin a pointed look which makes you snort. However, it's very short-lived because your expression freezes as you finally notice the change on Jungkook you've failed to notice at first.

Your mouth opens, eyes glued to Jungkook who glances at you and notices your more than clear shock which makes him grin. His raven black hair is gone, trimmed to a short cut with a fresh undercut that shows his side profile perfectly, along with his sharp jawline.

Jimin doesn't notice your current state, continuing with your conversation with a whiny tone.

"He's crazy, he wants to kill me," Jimin complains right away, Taehyung snorting loudly as he takes a big gulp of a coke burping loudly right after which none of you pay attention to – you all are used to it by now. "Seriously, he's a maniac. He just doesn't know when to stop. His work out is so intense, I barely went home and I couldn't feel my legs, no fuck that, my whole body for the next few days."

You laugh, finally averting your eyes to Jungkook frowning but there is an amused smile on his lips.

"That's true, Jimin was close to crying on the phone the other day. I'm not even kidding." Taehyung reveals, Jimin nodding to prove his point as you grin at your friends.

"Well, it looks like it paid out. A few more times and maybe you'll be bigger than Jungkook." you say, teasing as you put the donuts down on the table as Taehyung praises you, jumping at the sight of food.

"Ha!" Jungkook scoffs right away, causing Taehyung to snort once again as you do the same while Jimin just watches amusingly. "He has to have a better work out ethic if he wants to get anywhere as good as me."

You roll your eyes at Jungkook, "Full of himself as usual, Jeon,"

If Jungkook hates anything, it is when you tease him about stuff like this. He takes working out seriously and even though everyone can hear the amusement in his tone, he actually gasps at your words.

"Where's your hair?" you ask, pointing towards his hair with a slight pout. It's been a while since Jungkook had his hair this short. It suddenly brings you to the Jungkook from two years ago – the only difference is he has more tattoos and a piercing decorating his body and face right now.

"Got it trimmed, it started to get annoying," Jungkook shrugs, while Jimin joins them on the couch and sits next to Taehyung. "You don't like it?"

A little perplexed by his question, especially when you notice his smirk and sparkling eyes as his question is set with an amused and challenging tone. Your friends remain unbothered though, Taehyung scolding Jimin for not sharing the snacks with him while you stare at Jungkook with a suspicious gaze.

"I do," you tell him slowly. "It looks great." you hum, aiming your gaze at Jimin instead as he turns around.

"I went with him after our work out, you should've seen the ladies staring at him," Jimin teases, wiggling his eyebrows at Jungkook who rolls his eyes. "There was this one grandma particularly that took interest in our Jungkookie."

Jungkook grabs one of the cushions, throwing it at Jimin while Taehyung bursts in laughter, most likely already hearing the story of the mentioned old lady while you roll your eyes at them, but not without a grin curving on your lips as you excuse yourself to change your clothes.

They barely acknowledge you anyway, bickering and laughing with each other as they tease the hell out of Jungkook who seems to be both amused and annoyed.

You seriously doubt they're older than you sometimes.

"...I'm telling, she's freaky in bed, kinky as hell. Not that I complain." Taehyung rasps out, gulping more of the beer Jungkook so kindly offered them and Taehyung didn't hesitate to accept him on that offer.

To Jimin's luck, he drove Taehyung here today so he refrained from drinking tonight, not letting his mouth on the loose as much as Taehyung is. But then, Taehyung doesn't need alcohol for that. He's not even drunk or anything, it's his second can of beer and tonight isn't about all of you partying and getting drunk. Just a nice hangout with a couple of beers.

"Didn't you say she freaked out when you touched her neck?" Jimin interjects, a little confused frown framing his face.

"Oh god," you whisper under your breath, taking a gulp of your beer to get through this conversation.

"Oh no, that's a different one," Taehyung waves his hand off at Jimin. "This one told me to slap her on her face."

Jungkook sits there, eyes widening at Taehyung's reveal as he stares with doe eyes at his older friend, listening to the conversation while you sit on the opposite side of them in a single chair, legs up and tucked under your butt in a comfortable position. That's probably the only comfortable thing about this conversation.

You've no idea how the topic of sex and Taehyung's sex partners even started. The next minute you know, they're already talking about sex and different things they tried in it.

"Did you do it?" Jungkook asks, tilting his head back as he drinks the rest of the beer, his throat bobbing at the motion as he swallows.

You can't help but stare a little, admiring his still styled and fresh cut hair from the distance. His hair is parted like it usually is, showing off his forehead along with the eyebrow piercing that's now even more eye-catching than before.

"Uhh, I kinda hesitated. Don't get me wrong, I'm into hard stuff but slapping a woman in the face–nah, I don't think it's my thing." Taehyung admits, pursing his bottom lip in thought.

"I don't think I would be able to do it, not even if she wanted me badly to." Jungkook admits this time, deep in thought as if he tries to picture the situation but ends up shaking his head slightly.

"What about you, Y/N?" Taehyung suddenly brings all the attention to you, your presence barely known until now because you stayed out of their conversation, simply listening to them while sipping beer in the meantime.

"What about me?" you shrug, "Has anyone ever asked me to slap their face?" you joke, causing Taehyung to roll eyes at you while Jimin snorts and Jungkook joins him.

"No, you idiot," Taehyung says, causing you to grab one of your slippers and immediately throw it at him. He dodges it with a cackle, grinning at you. "Are you into it?"

"Taehyung, please," Jimin shakes his head and just when you think he's about to tell him to shut up, he actually says; "Can you imagine Y/N wanting somebody to slap her face while having sex? She'd probably cut off the guy's dick if he ever tried to do it."

All of them laugh and you chuckle, shaking your head at them but Jimin is not far away from the truth.

It's no secret to you (and Jungkook) you like spanking but slapping your face? No, you don't think so. That sounds a little bit too much for you.

"True," Taehyung purses his lips, "Or maybe you're the one doing the slapping?" He obviously teases you right now, grinning at you while you stare at him dumbfounded.

"Yes, I'm ten seconds from slapping that grin off your face."

His grin drops, mouth opening in a dramatic gasp while Jimin bursts out laughing and Jungkook covers his mouth with his hand as he silently laughs.

Taehyung's expression doesn't last long though, his lips curving into another grin and you know he's just about to say something stupid.

"Not my cup of tea but we could try it. Didn't know you see me that way, honey."

You widen your eyes, Taehyung laughing at your caught off stare as he got you, clapping his hands.

"Yah," Jungkook interjects, sending a glare to Taehyung who is clearly just making fun and it's not the first time he teases you this way however, it's pretty rare for him. You're like his little sister, so he barely does that.

"Fuck off," you scoff at Taehyung, "You wish." you bite back, his mouth widening for a dramatic act as he grins.

"I mean, you'd have to get in line but–"

"You're disgusting Tae." Jimin muses teasingly, pursuing his lips as Jungkook agrees with a nod.

"What line? Please, I'd rather celibate for the rest of my life."

Taehyung and Jimin start laughing as soon as you say it, your own triumphal grin making it onto your lips while Jungkook amusingly smirks.

Luckily, the timer on your phone that you've set starts to ring, the reminder of a frozen pizza in the oven causing you to stand up as you tap onto your phone screen to turn it off.

"Thankfully, the timer has saved me from this disgusting conversation you guys have going on," you tell him, grinning as you see their scandalized faces while Jungkook just grins behind the can of the beer.

He knows Taehyung can get a little bit too detailed and open most of the time, Jimin following right after but surprisingly, Jimin hasn't been as open as Taehyung tonight even though he jumped into the conversation to talk about stuff you've refrained yourself from.

"I'm looking at you Kim Taehyung." you look at him sternly, trying to hide your smile and the response you get in return is Taehyung sending you flying kisses as you flick him off.

As soon as you're out of the living room, Jimin shoves Taehyung in the shoulder as he laughs.

"What was that?"

"I was just teasing her," Taehyung laughs, "She was quiet most of the time."

"Yeah, she is probably terrified by your gracious sex experiences you graced us with." Jimin snorts, glancing at Jungkook who listens to the two of them while tracing his finger against the rim of the can.

"She never talks about that stuff." Taehyung comments.

"Yeah, not everyone is so open to talk about it like you." Jungkook chirps in, giving Taehyung a pointed look as he shrugs because it's true.

Suddenly, Taehyung's face drops as he thinks of something and a worried look makes it onto his face. This time, it's not him making fun or anything, he looks honest as Jimin raises his brows in question as Jungkook does the same.

"Do you guys think I made her uncomfortable?" He sounds genuinely worried.

"Nah, she handled you pretty well," Jimin assures him, "She joked with you too. Don't worry."

"Jungkook-ah, what do you think?" Jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise, pointing at himself as Taehyung nods. "Yes, you. You know her the most. Do you think I crossed a line?"

Does Jungkook think he crossed a line? It's Taehyung, he knows he makes inappropriate jokes sometimes and sometimes takes it too far away but all of you know him. You know him and if you genuinely felt as if he crossed a line, you'd tell him.

Was it necessary to joke about implying things? He's not sure. He's protective of you and even if it's Taehyung and his own way of joking, he would tell him off if he took it any further. He's your friend after all. Taehyung is harmless and cares about you too.

"Taehyungie, I think if you crossed a line you'd know it, trust me." Jungkook assures him, placing the can on the table as Taehyung sighs in relief while Jimin teases him, trying to lighten up the mood.

Jungkook stands up, excusing himself to help you with the pizza knowing you hate to cut the frozen pizza that tends to have hard crusts which makes it harder to cut it.

He finds you in the kitchen and just like he assumed, you're already struggling with cutting it while the tip of your tongue pokes out of your mouth and a deep frown adores your glowy skin. He chuckles, your eyes falling onto him for a split second as you return to your own task until Jungkook is next to you and he slightly bumps his side to yours.

"Here, let me do it." he tells you and you don't object, immediately handing him the knife as you move away.

"Fuck, it smells so good. I'm so hungry."

You've eaten some of the leftovers from last night but three hours already passed by. Thank god you remembered the frozen pizza you and Jungkook bought – the emergency food – like you called it.

Jungkook chuckles, still cutting the pizza into small triangles while you stand next to him, salivating at the sight of pizza. If he knew you were that hungry, he'd just order a fresh one. Frozen pizza isn't exactly the healthiest and tastiest food out of all options you have.

"Taehyung is worried he crossed a line with you in there." Jungkook tells you, voice quiet and soft as you look at him, brows lifted up as your mouth opens.

"Really?" you wonder, "He hasn't."

"I think it's the beer, whenever he drinks it he makes different kinds of jokes."

At that you both laugh as you agree with him. "He's an idiot. I know he's just joking. It's Tae, come on, I'm more surprised he is actually worried."

"I think he's getting drunk," Jungkook shrugs and you nod, leaving it at that. "Done." Jungkook sings out, putting away the knife as you pull out the plates for all of you.

"Thanks," you smile, watching Jungkook as he starts serving the pizza.

That's until he glances at you, laughing a little at the attention you suddenly give him. Before he can ask what are you staring at, you're already on your tip-toes patting the top of his head as you feel his short hair. It's still soft and bouncy, despite it's shorter than it has ever been. You run your fingers through his hair, smelling the expensive shampoo they use in the hair salons as you can see there's a slight amount of gel in his hair, holding it back from his face.

One can of beer is just enough to let your mouth on the loose and you spill your first thoughts shamelessly to Jungkook. "I love it, but what am I gonna tug you onto?"

Jungkook almost chokes on his spit, staring at you with big eyes as he sucks his bottom lip in. "Shit, don't say stuff like that."

"It's true," you giggle, adjusting a few strands of his hair that is parted in the middle. "Maybe I'll think about the whole face slapping thing." you joke, causing Jungkook to scoff as he slaps your hand away.

"Guess you'll have to find something else then." he hums and you hum in return, nodding.

"Maybe, or we will make it work." you tease, biting onto your lower lip as Jungkook stares at you with an unreadable gaze, muttering a curse under his breath.

"Don't tempt me, guys are here."

"Oh," you gasp, teasing him. "Now that I think of it, Taehyung might enjoy the show."

Jungkook immediately scrunches his nose and mouth, making you giggle at his grimace.

"I will give you a show," Jungkook mutters, slapping your ass as you jump, not even surprised such a simple act makes your skin and insides tingle. "I don't like the audience."

"Oh, you don't?" you continue teasing him, feeling excitement bubbling in your stomach. "Didn't you want to have sex in the forest?"

Jungkook snorts, "Who would be the audience? Squirrels and owls?"

You laugh, slapping your forehead in the process as your eyes are on him once again.

"Unless you're into that. Would you like to have an audience?" Jungkook asks you, cocking his brow at you as your grin freezes a little but that's until you let out a soft chuckle.

"No," you assure him, "You're enough." you tease, slowly inching towards him.

"Yeah?" he hums, looking down with you with a satisfied smirk as your eyes fall onto his lips. They glisten as he licks them, slowly biting on his lower lip before he lets it curl back into his typical, but never boring, smirk.

God, how much you want to kiss him. The last time you had sex was when Jungkook had decided to torture you by sitting on his cock while you made yourself cum. It didn't turn out bad at all, it was actually very fun and you have to admit, you caught yourself randomly getting flashbacks of it in the most inconvenient times.

It might not have been full on sex, but you enjoyed every second of it. Clearly, you can't have sex right now – not with Taehyung and Jimin in the next room. Just one kiss is all you can do, even though it's risky. It's not going to quench the thirst he sparked inside you but at least it's something. Do you want him to bend you over this counter and fuck you? Probably. No, not probably. Yes, absolutely yes.

"What are you thinking about?" Jungkook asks, although the smirk tells you he probably knows.

"How it's such a shame the guys are in the next room," you reply shamelessly, heart jumping against your ribcage at your own words.

Jungkook's eyes darken and he traces his fingers over your cheek, the softest touch causing you to sigh in content and shiver at the same time.

Even though what you did the last time was something completely new to you and quite adventurous, it still wasn't full on sex. And you miss cumming around his cock, him hitting you from the back while he spanks your ass while he is at it. Fuck, you've got to calm down.

Gulping, you can't look into his eyes and avert your gaze back to his lips.

"I kinda want to at least kiss you but it's risky." you admit, facepalming mentally as soon as you say it.

But Jungkook takes it lightly and you've surely boosted his ego.

You hear the music from the game playing in the distance and you wonder if you could at least steal one kiss, in a desperate hope it will satisfy you enough for now. You know it won't. Kissing with Jungkook barely ends with that – something you have done only during sex this time. That's how it should be. Maybe you could think of this as a foreplay?

"That's a tough decision," Jungkook ponders and you know he is doing this on purpose, making you do the first move as he just stands there and even leans against the counter as if you're having a casual conversation.

And you wish you could find him annoying to the point you would drop it but here you are, salivating at him wearing one of his short-sleeved tight shirts that shows how buff he is.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you wonder if it's worth it or not but before you can decide, Taehyung's voice and footsteps booms from the living room as he approaches the kitchen. You barely have any time to step back and put some distance between you and Jungkook, so it's not suspicious.

Still, Taehyung eyes you suspiciously as soon as he faces you, glancing between you two.

"Where the hell are you guys? Are you cutting it into different shapes?"

"Yes, to the shape of your small dick so it's taking a while." you reply, Jungkook coughing back a laugh before he bursts into laughter while Taehyung laughs at your joke, placing a hand on his chest as he gapes at you.

"You liar, you've seen it and you know it's not small at all!" Taehyung argues, reminding you of that one night two years ago when you both got drunk (actually all of you) but Taehyung was the worst.

The night was wild and you had to spend it at Taehyung's apartment, the two of you shared a bed which Taehyung completely forgot when he started taking off his clothes, accidentally tugging onto his boxers as well as you caught a sight of his penis. It's truly horrifying that you've seen it and you forgot about it, until now.

Everyone had a blast when you told everyone what happened the next morning, poor Taehyung clueless about that happening because he just couldn't remember but he has been smug about it ever since.

"Trust me, I've seen a big dick before and it's not yours." you tease him, using the opportunity to when Taehyung throws his head back as he groans and laughs at the same time, embarrassed by your teasing, you glance at Jungkook as you send him a look with a raise of your brow.

He grins, biting into his lip as he stops himself from reacting any further but you know he loves it.

"Yah! You can be really cruel sometimes!" Taehyung's voice follows behind you as you quickly take some of the plates, Jungkook doing the same as Taehyung doesn't shut up about the size of his dick for a good five minutes.

"Jin wanted us to go in June actually," Jimin informs as you're in the middle of conversation about a camping trip this summer.

Last year's camping trip was definitely interesting. You know this year is going to be different but you're still just as excited. You know everyone was more than down to repeat a good old camping trip the next year. You can't believe months have passed so quickly and it's spring already. Yeah, it's April and it's too soon to be organizing it, but it simply appeared in one of your conversations about everyone's plans for the summer and whether you'll go for a friend's trip. Also, there are more of you than just the four of you, so it's probably safe to ask everyone so they can clear their schedules for a long weekend in the forest.

"Jia will be close to giving birth at that time, so Jin wants to be there with her and June is actually the only summer month he can go."

Ah, you totally forgot Jia is pregnant.

Suddenly, you get flashbacks of the NYE trip where she and Seokjin announced they're expecting a baby. Long before things went downhill for Jungkook. You remember how happy Kiko was for her best friend. You wonder if she felt sad knowing a very similar path was ready for her as well. It had to take a lot of strength for her to be there and share her joy with Jia.

"Won't it be too cold in June?" you interject, shaking off the sad thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm not freezing my ass because of pregnant Jia."

You snort, rolling your eyes at Taehyung who simply just shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't know, June is a warm month. Maybe if we go at the end of it? I mean summer nights in a forest are cold anyway, so you have to pack blankets, sleeping bags and warm clothes for sure." Jungkook says, Jimin nodding along with him.

"Yeah, I think it's possible to sleep in the tents. Maybe we could try to find something with an accommodation nearby? Just in case it's too cold, so we could stay the night or nights there."

"Yeah, I think that could work," Jungkook nods, "In worst scenarios, we'll just sleep in cars."

Which is pretty inconvenient in Jungkook's opinion because you still need to turn on the heating and engine, so the engine can warm up. And even if the car gets heated, the heat won't probably last the whole night. But like he said, in the worst scenarios that can be an option too. Nobody won't let themselves freeze to death.

"Are we going to the same location or did you guys have in mind something different?" Taehyung wonders and you join, looking at Jungkook and Jimin since they're the ones who were organizing it with others last year.

"We don't know yet," Jungkook shrugs, "I think where we were last year was a good spot. We know shops around there and the way as well. But I don't think it would be a problem if we found something else."

"Yeah, I agree," Jimin says with a nod, "Do you guys wanna do something else in the summer?"

"Me and Y/N actually talked about going on a vacation. I think I talked about it with you guys too, right?" Jungkook asks in thought, trying to remember.

"Ah, yes!" Taehyung jumps in, showing obvious excitement at the word of vacation. It definitely sounds bigger than just a trip.

"Do you have any suggestions? I suppose we all want to go overseas." Jimin asks, looking at all of you as you shrug.

"Personally, I'd love to go somewhere where it's warm and there's a beach." you tell them.

"Yes, I'm joining Y/N." Taehyung immediately agrees.

"Yeah, that's what I had in mind too," Jungkook joins and Jimin does too. "But I think it's better to go to such destinations during the end of summer or during fall. The prices are better for everything."

Vacation surely costs a lot of money, especially if you're planning to go overseas and visit a nice country. You're kind of worried because sure, you have some money saved and you can still set some money aside for it, but you know flight tickets are going to be expensive either way. But you tell yourself you deserve to go on a vacation. It's also something all of you have never done together and it's going to be a new experience. Just the thought of it makes you excited because there is no one else you would want to travel with other than your friends.

"That's true," Taehyung nods, "I think fall sounds good. There won't be as many tourists, prices will be cheaper..." Taehyung names it while pointing with his fingers.

"Do you guys prefer a hotel or something different?"

"I think it'd be nice to rent a small house or apartment. You know, somewhere where we can cook for ourselves, I think that's more domestic and comfortable. Plus, hotels are sometimes way more expensives." you tell them while they listen attentively.

It's actually one way to save at least some money – to cook for yourselves a few times instead of eating in the restaurants. Sure, you will do that too for sure but if you cook for yourselves a few nights, you can still save up some money.

"Honestly, I don't care. Both sound good." Taehyung shrugs.

"Renting something sounds nice. Like you said, it's more domestic and homey."

"Yeah, I like that too," Jungkook says, giving you a smile and you return it. "Maybe we should start planning it soon while the prices aren't too high up."

"Agreed, we should probably think of the destination and then start planning it."

All of you agree. You're the first one to get to bed, the constant yawning making you realize you stayed up for too long. So you bid goodbye to Jimin and Taehyung, two of them staying for a little bit longer but once they leave, you're already sleeping. You're slightly awakened when Jungkook joins you in the bed at an hour that's uncertain to you, but you quickly fall back asleep.

It's the next day and Jungkook has been busy doing some work in the afternoon while you tidied his apartment and sorting out the laundry, even though there hasn't been that much to do to begin with. Jungkook cleans after himself, barely leaving any mess and the only sort of mess (that could be considered as one) was the full laundry basket.

Around lunchtime, Jungkook informs you he'll work on your bed tonight and you can't lie when you're a little perplexed because Oh, you actually should have your own bed. It's not a big deal and you tend to sprawl out in bed, something Jungkook likes to point out when you wake up and you're glued to Jungkook's side. It wouldn't be that bad, however Jungkook sleeps on the edge, close to falling off the bed. It happens only sometimes, not all the time and mostly you move to the middle but that's it.

Lost for words, you just nod and offer him help even though you've no idea how to assemble it. Jungkook was the one who did it when you first moved into your previous apartment – where you successfully moved out and gave keys to the owner's daughter. She was sweet, almost looking sorry that you had to move out.

You're not much help, Jungkook does the whole work as he tries to figure out how he assembled it since you threw out the manual, something Jungkook scolded you for. You don't remember the bed name and when you offered to look at it online, Jungkook just waved you off and told you he thinks he knows how to do it.

He does the whole thing in his sport shorts and a shirt, so you enjoy the view of focused and hot looking Jungkook with his brows furrowed.

Now that your bed starts to look like a bed, you realize how much you miss it while Jungkook fastens screws on one side.

It's actually better that you will have your own bed back. As much as you never cared about sharing a bed with Jungkook, you never thought of it that much because there were many occasions when you had to stay over and you were literally just sleeping next to each other, both cool with it, you know things feel different. Different in terms that you're not just sleeping next to one another sometimes.

It's good for you to have your own room, not to share a bedroom with Jungkook which seems much more intimate than when you were sleeping over in the past. A boundary is what you need.

"Are you going to just gwak?" Jungkook asks without even looking at you, focusing on the task in front of him before he finishes the screw, glancing at you across his shoulder with a smirk.

"I just might," you shrug, "Come on, take a break. I made lemonade."

Jungkook tends to fully immerse himself in whatever he's doing, wanting to finish everything in one go which is both ambitious and annoying sometimes. He listens to you though, standing up in the middle of your unfinished bed frame that's tilted on one side.

Joining you in the kitchen, you both enjoy the taste of fresh squeezed lemons and mint, Jungkook downed the whole glass in one go.

Looking at the clock, you have your dinner which Jungkook assists you with after you fill your stomachs with roasted chicken and rice. Stomachs full, you both sprawl on the couch while watching television for a good hour or so. When Jungkook insists on finishing your bed tonight, you tell him to do it tomorrow because he looks already tired as it is. He was waking up early, despite today being Saturday, so he could go to the gym in the morning and do some work after.

One more night sleeping in the same bed won't kill anyone and he has no plans for tomorrow.

At the end, he agrees and continues to watch television.

You go to the bathroom early today, wanting to pamper yourself with a good bathtub and some bubbles. You spend a good hour there, borrowing Jungkook's bluetooth speaker as you sing along to your playlist while shaving your body.

Once you make it out of there, Jungkook doesn't miss the opportunity to tease you how long you were in there saying "I thought you drowned". Flicking him off, he follows shortly after and takes a quick shower.

Not wanting to think of tonight too much, you did shave mostly for Jungkook, wanting your exposed legs to be as smooth as possible (even though you don't show them unless they aren't freshly shaved). Finally abandoning your usual fluffy socks you wear to bed (which Jungkook often teases you about), you wear one of your pretty nightgowns that is in soft blue color, satin with lacy edges. It's definitely one of those sexier ones but not one of those that screams "Let's have sex".

Your feet do get cold slightly, hating that as soon as you'll sleep in your own bed, you'll have to wear socks once again. You mostly went to bed without them, which usually ended up with your legs pressed against Jungkook's warm ones, since the man is a walking heater.

Thoughts interrupted with Jungkook coming to the bedroom, your whole mouth salivates when he walks in just in a towel that hangs so lowly on his hips that you fear it's going to drop any second. He notices your stare, looking down for a moment before his eyes are back on you.

"Sorry, forgot my boxers." he mutters, walking to his closet as he pulls them out from a drawer while you keep your eyes on him. He's turned to you with his back anyway, so it's not like he sees you eyeing him like a prey.

"All good," you hum, breath hitching in your throat when Jungkook suddenly drops the towel, exposing you with his perky butt and fine thighs. If you looked closely, you'd be able to see his dick hanging slightly between the gap of his thighs.

Unfortunately, he puts his boxers on, shielding his butt from your hungry eyes while being completely clueless to your stare. Once he turns back and walks out of the bedroom to hang his towel in the bathroom, you lay in the bed with your back leaning against the headboard staring at the spot where he has disappeared.

A minute later he joins you, not even bothering to wear a shirt which makes your skin hot. He grabs his phone, browsing through his social media while you do the same. That's until he puts his phone away once you do, staring at the ceiling.

Making yourself comfortable and laying your head on the soft pillow, you turn your body sideways facing Jungkook. Thanks to the night lamp still turned on on his side, you see his side profile perfectly.

"You know how we spoke about the camping trip yesterday?" He suddenly speaks up, filling up the silence with his soft velvety voice as you hum. "Jimin asked me if he should invite Hoseok as well."

"Oh," You let out, causing Jungkook to nod as he scoffs a little.

"Yeah," he sighs, "I mean... it's not just about me, or about the four of us. Jin and Namjoon are on it too. They most likely will want him there. I don't think it'd be fair of me to say I don't."

"So you don't want him there?" you ask silently, watching as his brows furrow slightly as he shrugs.

"If he doesn't go, I'm fine. If he does, I will try to be fine." he answers simply, your features softening even more.

"What did you tell Jimin?"

"Just that I haven't talked to him ever since he came to pick up... her things," Jungkook sighs once again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jimin and Tae told me I should probably talk to him. Apparently Hoseok is giving me space, so he doesn't want to reach out to me unless he knows I'm ready to talk to him."

"And are you? Ready to talk to him?"

He's quiet for a moment, shrugging. "Will I ever be ready?"

"I don't know, Kook," you mumble, "I think you need to ask yourself if you want him to be your friend or you're okay with him not being it."

"That's the thing. He is, was, my friend and he totally betrayed me. I trusted him, I, it was like a slap to my face when I found out he knew this whole time. He laughed with me while we hung out, we had deep conversations like none of that has ever happened,"

You stare at Jungkook, thinking that he's nowhere near over this and it's pretty understanding. Nothing has ever hurt him like this whole thing.

He feels the biggest sort of betrayal from Hoseok. His older friend that he has known for years. There were times when he was so grateful he introduced him to Kiko. He swore he will be thankful to him for the rest of his life. He knew he looked out for both of them, he was truly their number one fan ever since they started dating.

"Do you think I should talk to him?"

"I think," you take a deep breath, "you should do whatever feels comfortable. If you genuinely think you can't have a friendship with him, maybe that's how it's supposed to be. Or just wait and see how you feel about him in the couple of months. It's still very fresh, there's no need to deal with it if you're not ready."

Jungkook knows but he so desperately searches for an answer, for the right choice so he doesn't have to think about this so much that he gets a headache.

"Well, it's either I face him at some point because I kinda have to or talk to him before that can happen."

"I don't think Hoseok is bad," you confess, Jungkook's eyes fully on you as a slight frown frames his face but he listens to you attentively. "I understand why and how you feel about him. He has hurt you no matter what and you have every right to feel sad, mad and betrayed. But think about it this way... he did it for his best friend. I'm not saying it was right but,"

You give him a look.

"Imagine it's us. Kook, you would do the same thing for me like Hoseok did for her. This doesn't justify what he did, but he clearly wasn't too happy about her decision. But it was her decision and he had her back because he is her best friend. Yes, you guys are close friends but Kiko is his best friend. I just know that if something similar happened to us, we both would have each other's backs. Even if we didn't agree with one another,"

Jungkook looks straight ahead, letting your words ponder in his mind.

He knows you're right. He tried to think about it because it's something similar Hoseok told him too. If Hoseok had decided not to make Kiko tell him the truth, he would probably not know now. And it's like you think the same thing because you say;

"He messed up badly but at least he tried to do the right thing. Even if it meant losing you as his friend."

And it's exactly what a small part of Jungkook's good and empathic heart tries to tell him.

"I just can't see him without being reminded of it all. Reminded of her."

"You're still hurting, Kook. I really think you should talk to someone," He gives you a look. "Someone who isn't your friend."

"I'm fine," he insists and you sigh at his stubbornness, knowing pressuring him will do no good.

He's old enough to ask for help if he truly needs it.

"I think I will talk to him. Not now... but soon." he mutters more to himself, almost as if he makes a promise out loud so he really keeps it.

"Whatever you decide, I'm on your side, Kook." you remind him softly and that's when Jungkook once again realizes.

What an incredible person you are.

And he doesn't know if it's intentional, but it feels as if your words could be taken to Hoseok's situation.

He can imagine Hoseok saying that to Kiko.

Seeing how deep in thoughts Jungkook is (mostly noticing the hurt on his face) you break his thoughts off by tugging off the duvet off your legs. Scooting closer to him, you suddenly show up your leg in the air, fingers brushing against it.

"Try my legs, they're soft."

Jungkook blinks at you, a huge grin suddenly breaking on his lips.

"I trust you." he says with the same grin.

"No, touch them." you insist, Jungkook playfully rolling his eyes at your perseverance as he lets his hand brush along your leg.

You expectedly stare at him, raising your brow sternly as he snorts.

"Hmm, they're super soft," he feigns astonishment as you click your tongue at him and poke your foot into his legs. "What do you want me to say?" he laughs, "They're always this soft."

"Not always," you argue, "I just shave them every day but usually when I'm on my period I don't." you point out, definitely sharing some of the unnecessary information but you don't really find it embarrassing or anything. Quite the opposite. You're comfortable with Jungkook and he doesn't look phased at all either.

"Why do you do it every day?"

"My hair grows super fast and I don't know when we're about to have sex because it's not like we plan it. So I always want to be prepared." you admit, pursing your lips as Jungkook amusingly watches you the entire time.

"You don't have to do that for me or because of me." Jungkook reminds you softly, but your immediate scoff ruins the soft moment.

"You crazy? You want me to have a bush down there?"

Jungkook raises his hand with his palm up, shrugging. "I don't really mind."

You blink at him, wondering whether it's hot of him to not care about that kind of stuff or... what is the other option anyway?

So you raise your brow at him, as if you don't believe him which makes him chuckle.

"I really don't," he emphasizes, "I don't mind hair. If you want to grow a whole bush down there, feel free."

You gasp, cheeks growing hot as you swat his shoulders. "I don't want that. I prefer to be neat down there." you grumble under your breath, kind of hoping Jungkook mishears it but he doesn't.

One of the things you find hot about Jungkook is his pubic hair. He is a man, so it's not like men are judged for it but it's nice to know Junkgook doesn't care about that stuff. It makes you adore him even more and you can't bring yourself to think about whoever will be able to snatch him.

"Whatever you prefer," he hums, sitting up straight as he grabs you gently by your ankle and lifts your leg up to his lips.

He kisses the soft and moisturized skin, giving it a light but long smooch as you swoon over him, heart already picking its pace from the excitement.

He doesn't stop there though, he continues his way up as he tugs onto your leg, bringing you closer to him and angling your body just at the right angle. When his lips stay pressed on your skin, he looks up to check on you and he finds you giving him a light smirk. He chuckles under his breath, the sound silent but deep as he continues. Once he's near the hem of your nightgown, his fingers play with the lacy hem.

"Cute," he comments, suddenly pressing his face between your thighs as he delivers another kiss to the furthest spot the material allows him.

He hikes up your nightgown, expecting to see another barrier but he's completely shocked and welcomed by a sight of your bare pussy. And he looks up, letting you see his sparkling big eyes while you sheepishly grin in return.

"You little minx," he tells you, diving right in as he presses a kiss to your clit. "Were you planning to get fucked?"

You shouldn't be surprised by his language by now, but his words still light up another spark inside your stomach as you can't help but moan once he presses his tongue flat against your clit.

"No, but I hoped to be." you reply breathlessly and honestly, gasping when Jungkook latches his mouth over your soft and wet mound, moving his lips slowly while you clench around nothing.

He pulls away, hovering over you with his big palms spread on each side of your head, holding himself up. You welcome the closeness and trace your fingers over his forearms as you stare at him.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something," he says, voice low and raspy as you tilt your head slightly, still slightly dazed at the sight of him shirtless hovering over you.

"Right now?" you ask, emphasizing while you sound impatient which only makes the corner of his lips lift up.

"Mhm," he hums, inching his face closer as his nose suddenly pokes you in your cheek, hot minty breath hovering over you and you're ready to shudder with excitement and impatience.

"A-are you sure right now?" you breathe out, feeling a soft puff leaving his mouth as he chuckles but he doesn't move as he hums against the side of your face.

"I can multitask,"

He sure can because as soon as he says it, he leans himself on his elbow while the other hand sneaks between your thighs and cups you shamelessly, long digits working their way up and down as you gasp once again, holding onto his forearm for a dear life.

"You know how we first talked about our conditions? About me helping you explore more stuff in your sex life while you help me with my part of the deal?"

Eyes prying open at the mention of your sex life, Jungkook keeps moving his fingers up and down your slit while you're trying to focus what he's even saying. You certainly can't multitask while his hands are on you.

But Jungkook makes sure he doesn't go any further, wanting you to be in your full senses.

"You mean the mutual help?" you ask, breathing out a chuckle as you recall him naming it.

He mimics your reaction, a soft chuckle escaping past his lips like a sweet melody.

"Yes."

"What about it?" you ask, voice getting breathless once again as he starts circling your entrance with his middle finger which makes you automatically let out a rushed but quiet curse.

However, he retracts his hand because he wants you to fully pay attention to him and you do, because your frown is immediately decorating your face which makes him fight off a good laugh.

"You told me you wanted to explore more things, right?" You nod. "Our conversation with Jimin and Taehyung made me think... you never actually told me what you like?"

You can't believe he's asking you this at this moment and for some reason, you shift on your spot beneath him as your frown relaxes slightly but it's still present on your face. It's different to actually openly talk about it, which shouldn't be an issue but – why the hell do you suddenly feel shy in front of him?

"You want me to tell you what I want to try?" you ask quietly, meanwhile Jungkook leans on his other elbow as well, his mouth immediately on your jaw as you close your eyes at the sensation those two pillows bring you.

"Mhm," he hums, "I mean I know you enjoy spanking," he says with the same hum as you gulp, feeling the lust bubbling in your stomach while you shift on your spot, desperate to feel some friction.

And just like that, he gives the side of your ass a light spank which makes you bite your lower lip immediately.

He really is multitasking because his lips stay glued to your jaw as he slowly moves it down your neck. Unfortunately, if he knew how hot you look right now with a bottom lip tucked between your teeth, he would surely look.

"I know you like when I wrapped my hand around your neck,"

And then his fingers trace against your skin on your neck, your whole body shuddering as your body naturally spreads your legs. Fuck, can he get his lower body closer?

But he's not done yet, his hand caressing your neck before it's wrapped around it. But it just lays there, he doesn't put any pressure on it and his whole touch electrifies you. He's still gentle with his touch, showing you he isn't going into his full mode. He's just giving you a demonstration, a little sneak-peek you've experienced in the mentioned full mode.

"You like many things," he continues, dragging his hand off your neck moving it down until it disappears once it touches the top of your collarbones. "But you never told me. So, I'm asking you. Is there a secret desire you want to do?"

And then his face is above you, staring down at you with attentive eyes and for a moment, you have a trouble realizing he's talking about such a topic.

"I–I don't know,"

Liar, you tell yourself.

Everything Jungkook has done with you intimately, you've enjoyed very much and you actually let him lead your own desires while he tried to figure out what you like. That's what you kind of decided to do when you first had a similar conversation about it at the very beginning of your sex life together. Not even once you felt the need to tell him what to do or what to try – not that it would be a problem at all.

It certainly wouldn't. You preferred Jungkook taking the lead while you just enjoyed whatever he had prepared for you – the things you haven't tried before such as spanking, choking and different things you only heard about. Until he changed that.

"I like everything you do."

"Come on, there has to be something." Jungkook says with a little smile.

You're being delusional because in no way he knows there actually is something you've always been curious about but it was never the right time.

With everything that happened to him, you can't possibly confess that you wanted to know what a raw sex feels like. What it feels like when someone cums inside you. Do you feel it? Do you not feel it at all while it's happening? You actually realize it's stupid to ask that of someone who you're not dating with. Surely, there are risks. Lower with your birth control but it's never a hundred percent.

So it's stupid to even risk such a thing with someone who you're not dating and having a relationship with. There is still a big 'what if', a rational thought occurring in your mind and that's why you never actually voiced your interest in that.

Sure, a lot of people who aren't dating have unprotected sex. But you're responsible and never trusted anyone enough to do that. You want to slap yourself when you remind yourself of having that thought of what it would feel like with Jungkook.

It obviously has a lot to do with trust and you trust Jungkook with your whole life. But can Jungkook affect the risks a hundred percent? He can't.

"There isn't." you assure him, but it tastes weird on your tongue and the way Jungkook tilts his head while he studies you with his dark and big orbs, you know he definitely can tell you're not hundred percent honest.

"I don't believe you," he says simply, "You can be honest with me, you know that, right?" he asks, leaning closer to you as he places a soft kiss against your neck once again and you sigh desperately.

"I know," you murmur, "It's just not possible."

He lifts his head up, frowning in a confusion as he suddenly sits up and you can see wheels turning in his head. You slowly sit up, hair volumized from your previous position and even though it's disheveled, you kind of look like an angel – Jungkook would think if he wasn't trying to figure out why you're suddenly so secretive.

Do you think he's going to shame you for anything you have on your mind?

"Why?" he asks confusingly and god, he looks so soft while asking you with the most innocent and confused tone.

"I will explain later." you tell him, shifting on your spot as you're reminded of the wet spot between your thighs.

"Okay," he nods, not before he studies your face some more.

Wanting to get to the action, you move first as you lock your lips together. Arms around his neck, you bring him closer to you as Jungkook lets you, putting a pressure to make you lay back. He hovers over you again, spreading your legs as he makes himself fit there. Once again, he's hovering over you like he did minutes ago, not wasting any time as he slowly starts to grind against you.

The moment you feel his hardening cock, your juices wetting his boxers right away, you gasp and start grinding your own hips.

"Fuck, that feels good," you moan when he thrusts into you, something about the single barrier of his piece of clothing making it even hotter.

"Yeah?" Jungkook breathes out, rolling his hips into yours as you feel your skin getting hotter and hotter, making it burn up all while your hands slip under Jungkook's arms and you let your fingers graze his hot skin on his back. "Think you can cum like this?"

You give Jungkook a look and he laughs at your expression.

"Don't worry, I will still fuck you if you want."

He knows you want that. But Jungkook is perfect at spicing things up and you wonder, where the hell will you find someone equal to his perfect skills and stamina? You can't worry about that right now because it just brings unnecessary thoughts you know you will have to face later anyway. But you just want to enjoy this while it lasts.

Whether it's a matter of days, weeks or months.

Until one of you decides that's enough.

With a perfect roll of his hips, you're too in your own world to even think about the embarrassment of his boxers being soaked by your wetness that gushes out of you each time you clench around nothing, wishing it was Jungkook's cock.

Jungkook can tell you're already close, not close enough to come in a few seconds but you're getting there. Your eyes closed, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and a frown that shows pure ecstasy. He swears you'd be cumming within the next minute if it weren't for the ringbell that makes both of you break from the pleasure.

"You're expecting someone?" you ask breathlessly, Jungkook sitting back on his knees as he runs his fingers through his short hair.

He shakes his head, "Are you?"

You raise your brow at him. As if you would invite to his place – even though it's a knowledge Jungkook wouldn't mind you inviting someone.

"Let me check who it is," Jungkook sighs, glancing around for his sweatpants while you stand up to grab an underwear. "What are you doing? I'm not done with you." He glances at you as he's putting on his sweatpants, standing up at the edge of the bed.

"What if it's someone we know?" you point out, "Look what I'm wearing."

Jungkook doesn't protest, not having enough time with you to argue as he walks out of the bedroom to get to the front door.

You slip your panties on, scrunching your nose because of the discomfort your wetness brings you. Looking for your robe, the thin silky one since you already put away your fluffy pink one for the colder months, you put it on once you find it in the closet.

Peeking out of the door, you hear voices and it takes you five seconds to realize the deep voice that gets closer is actually Taehyung. Just as you realize it, Taehyung comes to the view with Jungkook trailing behind him still shirtless which makes you panic slightly. What if Taehyung suspects something?

"Can you believe it?" Taehyung's deep voice booms again, he sounds frustrated and annoyed which makes you walk out of the bedroom with a concerned face.

"What's wrong?" you ask, earning the attention from the two men as Jungkook sighs behind Taehyung.

"I don't know, I'm still trying to figure it out." Jungkook mutters, obviously confused at the sudden presence of Taehyung at this hour but most importantly, his behavior as he barged in.

"Jimin," Taehyung scoffs, "That idiot has a girlfriend!" he exclaims, and you swear you almost choke on your spit.

Whatever you would think he's about to say, this is definitely not one of those things.

Did you hear him right?

Jimin? The man that loves to hook-up and never showed interest to be in a relationship? Years of knowing him and his choice of life-style, very similar to Taehyung's if not the same, you can't help but be shocked by Taehyung's reveal.

Jungkook looks as equally surprised, widening his eyes as he scratches his chest in thought.

"And... that is a problem because?" Jungkook speaks, filling the silence as Taehyung turns around and scoffs.

"The times he bailed on us was because he had a girlfriend this whole time. He kept it a secret!"

You stand there dumbfounded, sharing a look with Jungkook as you're trying to grasp why it is such a problem.

"Are you mad at him because he chose not to tell us?" you ask slowly, still trying to figure it out as Taehyung frowns and thinks it through.

He stays quiet, his shoulders suddenly dropping as he sighs in defeat. "No, I just can't believe he betrayed me like that."

You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth as Taehyung glares at you. "I'm sorry but... what were you? Were you in a secret relationship we don't know about?"

It's Jungkook's turn to stifle a laugh as he leans against the back of the couch with his front.

"Like you are the one to joke about secret relationships," Taehyung mutters and your face drops, giving him a glare.

For a moment you're worried as if he knows about you and Jungkook, but then you remember he actually talks about you and Jungkook hiding your deal the first time.

"Anyway, he just never told me he likes someone. Or he even thinks about dating someone. Plus he was so secretive and ew, I think he really likes her."

You and Jungkook snort.

"I'm sure you will find someone you will like too, Taehyung-ah." you assure him, coming closer to him as you pat his shoulder.

He scoffs, visibly repulsed by the idea. "I don't want to find someone I like!"

"You're not gonna be single for the rest of your life, Tae." you tell him. Not that it would be something wrong if he ended up single.

Not everyone wants to have a relationship and have a lover in that sense. Taehyung is enjoying this lifestyle but you do believe there will come a time when someone walks into his life and he will like that person. Like them more than someone he just wants to have sex with.

"Nah, I'm gonna be a sugar daddy when I'm old or something." He waves you off and you laugh, shaking your head at him.

"You actually have to be loaded to be a sugar daddy." Jungkook reminds him cheekily.

"There is always a time, Jeon Jungkook," Taehyung narrows his eyes at Jungkook. "Anyway, I'm feeling sick from how in love he sounded so I'm staying over, okay? Hope you lovebirds don't mind having another roommate for the night,"

You stutter over your words, Jungkook equally surprised by Taehyung's own invitation to his home but most importantly – you two have unfinished business and a part of it is in Jungkook's boxers right now, which is hidden from Taehyung's eyes. Oh my god, did he lean against the couch to cover his bulge?

"I can take the couch, it's fucking comfy anyway," Taehyung turns around and walks to the couch as he makes himself comfortable there.

"Uh, okay?" Jungkook says unsurely, the two of you sharing a look, fully realizing Taehyung just totally cockblocked you.

"Or I can share a bed with you, I can keep you warm. I love to cuddle with something anyway." Taehyung shamelessly says to you, wiggling his brows teasingly as you widen your eyes, not knowing whether you're lost for words or you want to laugh with him. You can't believe he just compared you to something.

"I, uh, I actually don't have my own bed yet."

Taehyung suddenly stares at you, a grin freezing as he slowly looks between you and Jungkook, your heart picking up its pace as you feel you're about to go full in panic mode for some reason.

"Oh," He lets out, "I mean it's not like you both haven't shared a bed anyway. More than that actually." he says, teasing both of you as you feel the heat rushing back to your cheeks while Jungkook straightens and clears his throat.

"It's almost done. I'm planning to finish it tomorrow," Jungkook informs him, but it's not like Taehyung actually cares because he already starts putting some of the extra cushions to the floor.

You realize he's already wearing pajamas which could be mistaken by a pair of grey sweatpants and a matching shirt.

"I will bring you a blanket and a pillow." Jungkook tells him, watching him as Taehyung looks at him.

"Actually make those two, two pillows. No, three if you've got any."

Jungkook purses his lips, "Sure." You see him rolling his eyes in annoyance at Taehyung who doesn't see it because Jungkook is already walking to his bedroom with his back turned to Taehyung.

Standing there for a moment, Taehyung smacks his lips and closes his eyes as if you weren't there, completely ignoring your presence as you snort and follow Jungkook into his bedroom. You find him pulling an extra blanket and actually finding some extra pillows for Taehyung.

"Can you bring it to him?" he asks you, a huge pile of the blanket and pillows on the floor as you stand there dumbfounded.

"Why?"

"Look at me for fucks sake." Jungkook exclaims, whispering loudly at you as he points towards the visible hard bulge in his boxers. Well, at least it's not in its fully hard state because in that way Taehyung would notice for sure.

"Alright, alright, calm down your balls." you mutter, picking up the things which you struggle with but manage to hold it all in your arms.

Jungkook delivers a slap to your ass, the sound echoing in the room as you both freeze, looking at each other. You glare at him but Jungkook just grins at you.

"Calm down your tits, he probably didn't hear."

Groaning, you wish your hands would be free so you could show him your middle finger.

Bringing it to Taehyung, he thanks you and makes himself comfortable, ordering you to turn off the lights which you do with a grumble. He sends you a flying kiss with his eyes already closed and arms crossed over his chest.

What a turn of events for tonight.

It's twenty minutes after and you both just lay on your backs, hands on your own stomachs as you stare at the dark ceiling. It's more than clear Jungkook is awake too, the last time you glanced at him which was approximately around a minute ago, his eyes were wide open. Thanks to the unclosed blinds, there is at least some kind of moonlight present in the room.

The entire apartment is silent, no sounds heard.

"Do you think he's asleep?" Jungkook mutters, quietly with his deep voice which sounds even deeper as he tries to keep quiet.

"He's a fast sleeper, so... probably." you answer with a whisper.

A rustling sound of the sheets comes from Jungkook's side as he turns to you, leaning on his elbow as you see him staring at you. It's too dark to make out his features but you just know he's looking at you because it's quite obvious.

"You still wanna fuck?" he asks, a shocking jolt of excitement and lust filling your body as the thought of having sex with someone in the other room makes you both anxious and excited.

"What if he hears us?" you ask back, voice still coming out as a whisper but you're intrigued, leaning on your elbows too.

"You're gonna have to be quiet then." Jungkook proposes as if you always make every sound.

"It's not just about me, Jeon," you mutter kind of loudly, silencing your voice. "Sex isn't soundless."

And by that you mean, if Jungkook plans to fuck you there's no way the very familiar sounds of your bodies meeting and your wetness around his length every time he thrusts will come out as soundless.

"There's always a way around it. I told you I'm not done with you."

You cock your brow at him, nibbling in your bottom lip as you press your thighs together under the sheets, knowing you know your answer before you even say it.

"Okay,"

You're risking a lot actually. It's not like you desperately want to keep the relationship you currently have with Jungkook away from Taehyung. And that includes Jimin too. But you're just not ready to tell them and first of all, it's not any of their business. What would you say anyway? Just come up to them and announce to them you and Jungkook are hooking up whenever you want to?

You know Taehyung would never judge you, maybe tease the hell out of you and Jungkook. Jimin might not completely judge you but he surely would voice his concerns of your stupid decision based on your hormones, lust and selfishness.

Either way, maybe you will bring it up once you and Jungkook feel comfortable or just won't tell them. Whatever feels right for you and him.

Jungkook scoots closer to you, his body pressed to your right side as he slips his arm under the sheets and finds his place between your thighs once again. You allow him the space, spreading your legs slightly.

"Fuck, you're still wet," he mutters, "I never found Taehyung annoying as much as he just cockblocked me tonight."

You giggle, especially at the annoyance he portrays toward Taehyung, but it dies down as soon as Jungkook starts rubbing you. A moan threatening to escape past your lips, you quickly bite it back and let Jungkook tease you while you shift on your spot impatiently.

"Jungkook," you whine by a whisper, still reminding yourself to keep it quiet. "I need you."

"I'm right here." he teases you and you groan, squeezing his biceps in return as you glare at him in the darkness.

And then he slips a finger inside you, pumping it slowly as you welcome the penetration but it's still not what you're yearning for the most. As much as you feel excited to be doing this, the thrill of someone else in the bedroom, you wouldn't be able to live it up if Taehyung walked on you having sex. He wouldn't let you live. You're also impatient, nervous you'll break and make any louder sounds if Jungkook is going to play with you.

"Jeon," you scold him, but still embarrassingly grinding against his finger as he adds another that makes you gasp silently, mouth falling open. "I'm serious, please just fuck me."

Jungkook sighs in disappointment, or at least that's what you think it is, but allows his fingers to glide out of you. Your body protests immediately, needing his touch but you're momentarily distracted when Jungkook suddenly brings his fingers to your lips. He brushes them against your bottom lip, your wetness smearing across it making it glisten which could be seen if there was any extra lightning. Before you know it, he's putting a slight pressure on them and you know what he wants, so you fulfil his wishes by welcoming his two long digits into your mouth.

Your own taste is present on your taste buds as you wrap your mouth around his fingers, letting your tongue twirl around them as you suck. Cleaning your own juices off his fingers, he pulls them out slowly with a light pop.

"Good girl," he says with a deep, hushed and raspy voice that makes you want to whine in even more impatience.

Luckily, Jungkook turns his upper body towards his nightstand, not even bothering to close it as he pulls out a condom. Ripping the foil package, you can make out him tossing it onto the floor as he kicks off the sheets off his body and pulls down his boxers. Wishing you could see a clear image of him putting the latex down his hard length, you have to settle for the outlines of his body.

Jungkook is quick and expert at this, rolling on the condom perfectly as you clearly see himself giving a few test pumps before he fully disregards his boxers. You already grasp the sheets and pull them off your body, inviting Jungkook which he welcomes naturally and settles between your spreaded legs, just for him. The sheets cover Jungkook's lower body once he takes it from you, draping it over your and his bodies.

"Ready?" he asks quietly, leaning closer to you as you feel his tip brushing against your thigh.

"Yeah," you breathe out, eagerly anticipating the feeling of him entering you which comes in a second.

He props up with his arm by your head while the other is on his length, guiding himself to your entrance which he finds naturally and quickly. You immediately curse at the sudden stretch of his cockhead pushing past your folds, slowly inching deeper and deeper. Nails digging into Jungkook's back, you try to keep your mouth shut but it's hard when the intense stretch makes your eyes tear up.

"Shhh," Jungkook reminds you, face above you as you notice a faint sight of his brows pinched together.

"I'm trying." you tell him through clenched teeth, Jungkook still pushing his hard and thick length into you.

"You're clenching around me, you're not making it any easier," Jungkook scolds you by a whisper and you scoff, grunting right away when he finally slips entirely inside of you.

You both sigh in content, your body relaxing as Jungkook starts to pull out, just to softly push back in. He builds up the pace of his thrusts, which is also based on your body's reaction to him while he attentively watches you (or tries to in the dark to tell apart your reaction). Your soft moans and the way you try to control them, imprisoning them in your mouth by biting harshly into your lower lip, tells him enough to know you're enjoying this as much as being quiet suddenly feels like the hardest task in the world.

You still have to keep quiet, no matter how many meters and a wall separates you from your sleeping – (hopefully) – friend. Jungkook thrusts are slower than usual but deep and sharp which knocks the breath out of you every time he does it.

It feels so good, it's definitely different compared to the usual rough and wild sex you have. Having to be quiet and careful plays a role in it too, since usually you don't have to be too careful of another person being in the same place as you. It all has its own spark and new feelings to it.

Rolling your hips into Jungkook, your thrusts meet as his pelvis bone presses into yours every time. Bodies on fire, you can't keep your eyes open as you dive into the pure ecstasy of Jungkook's skillful thrusts as you feel your stomach tightening.

It's not hard for Jungkook to tell you're close. Your walls tightening around him would be enough to tell him that. However, Jungkook grows frustrated at the lack of feeling of you. Sure, he feels your walls wrapped around his length but it's so faint he barely feels it, all he feels is a slight pressure that's just not good enough. He still needs to control himself, reminding himself he can't pound into you like there's no tomorrow just because of his desperate need to make himself feel something more.

"Fuck, Kook," you moan, totally oblivious to his inner furstration as he focuses on your moans, face burying into the crook of your neck as he thrusts harder.

His moves are sharper, the sheets covering your bodies barely muting the sounds of your skin meeting. With your hands on his back, nails scratching the skin there, you allow your back to arch as you finally let the knot snap inside you that makes you cum. You cum in a record time, Jungook fucking you through it with the same sharp and deep thrusts.

Growing sensitive and overstimulated, you try to coax Jungkook to cum by rolling your hips into his but that comes in return is Jungkook's frustrated growl which is muffled by your neck and pillow luckily.

"What's wrong?" you ask, knowing Jungkook isn't one to take too long to cum.

Sure, his stamina is great but you can tell there's something wrong.

Jungkook stops, hovering over you as he stays inside you. "Fuck, I think it's the condom."

"What?" you ask in alert, Jungkook quickly shaking his head as if to soothe down your worries.

"I can barely feel you," Jungkook says through clenched teeth, frustrated as he pulls out of you.

Leaning towards his nightstand, you lean on your elbows just to be met with a light of his night lamp being turned on. You squint your eyes at the sudden brightness while Jungkook is looking for the box of condoms, rummaging it with an unnecessary noise but as you're about to scold him, he already finds it and picks it up. Brows furrowed, you watch him read the box as he scoffs.

"Extra thick and extra safe," he reads out loud, scoffing and frustratedly tossing the box of condoms away. "Makes sense."

"You're the one who bought it." you chirp in, annoyingly reminding Jungkook which doesn't make him feel any better and you get a slight glare in return.

"It was the only one they had," he points out, stating matter of factly as you roll your eyes at him. "Fuck, I'm not buying them next time."

"What are we gonna do?" you ask, staring at Jungkook's hard cock that's wrapped in a condom and the sight suddenly makes you giggle, finding his frustration and this situation funny.

It brings only more annoyance and frustration on Jungkook's face as he frustratedly takes the condom off and goes to bin it. He joins you on the bed, hand running through his disheveled hair.

"Fucking extra thick and safe," he mutters and you giggle, trying to keep your voice down. "I'm not buying this brand again."

You sit down, silently giggling to yourself as you scoot closer to him, placing your hands on his tensed shoulders. "Come on, lay down." you urge him, leaning to turn the lights off.

Jungkook obeys, laying back to bed while the bedroom is swallowed in the darkness once again. You hover over him, tossing a leg over his body as you sit back on his thighs. You cringe at the wetness meeting his skin immediately, cursing at yourself for forgetting about your own mess between your thighs.

"Sorry." you whisper, Jungkook's hands coming to your sides.

"No, don't apologize," he tells you as you lean down and place a kiss to his mouth.

You start kissing his neck, your right hand already finding his cock slapped against his stomach as you start pumping it. Jungkook sighs pleasantly, making himself comfortable as he wiggles on his spot, clearly finally getting enough friction and attention. You want to snort but fight against it, continuing to work on his neck with your mouth while you squeeze his shaft, tracing your thumb on top of it.

"Yeah, that feels good," he sighs, voice tight and breathy while his hands make it to your ass.

He pulls your cheeks apart, massaging the flesh as you gasp against his skin. Focus, Y/N, you remind yourself not wanting to feel aroused again and risking the chance of a round two with Taehyung in the next room. But Jungkook makes it hard with his needy and touchy hands.

Suddenly, Jungkook presses onto your ass and you grind against him, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth as your hand leaves his length for a moment.

"Sorry," Jungkook apologizes sheepishly, growing impatient with you just pumping his cock.

You glare at him, gasping when your hips are inched forward and you suddenly feel it. The hard and hot flesh you're currently sitting on, your chest flushed against Jungkook's while you feel your wetness coating Jungkook's cock. Naked, with no barrier.

It feels like your head is about to spin, not believing you feel him like this against you. Quickly bracing yourself, you sit back and get off his length as you choose to sit next to him instead.

Glancing at Jungkook, you find him propped on his elbow, body slightly tensed as you feel his eyes on you even in the darkness. Once you wrap your hand around him, he relaxes and another apology croaks out of his mouth as he lays back and lets you pump his solid length.

"It's fine." you assure him, leaning down to his length as you take him into your mouth.

The rest of the few minutes go with you sucking him off, ignoring the way you clench around nothing when Jungkook lets out even the slightest breathy sound as he's enjoying the warmth of your mouth around him. Your previous plan of not wanting to get all hot and needy failed, Jungkook not helping you at all when his arm stretches to your ass and starts to rub your pussy while you try to make him cum.

You whine, torn between slapping his hand away or letting him rub you. It feels too good to tell him to stop and with you being focused (trying to be) on sucking him off, you just let him feel your wetness. It's in the middle of you drooling all over his cock, both mouth and hand busy, when Jungkook finally cums into your mouth.

You swallow the liquid, not letting it linger in your mouth any longer than it's necessary, the panic of Taehuyng being awake is the main priority at the moment, now that all of your and Jungkook's needs have been dealt with.

As soon as you don't feel his hand on you, you persuade yourself it's for the better because apparently, the condoms aren't good and you don't want to risk doing anything more.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, glancing at Jungkook when you grab your robe and quickly tie it around your frame, seeing him pulling some random sweatpants on.

"I gotta clean up myself." he shrugs as you sigh.

"Wait here, I'm going first."

"What, why?" he whines.

"Because Taehyung might be awake, you idiot." you scold him, pointing out the obvious as Jungkook huffs.

"He is not, or else he would barge in here. But fine, but be quick I can feel your cum drying on my thighs."

He slouches back on the bed, ushering you to move as you roll your eyes.

Luckily, Taehyung is still asleep and not even a sound comes out from the living room as you walk by to the bathroom. You're as fast as possible, finding Jungkook slowly falling asleep in the same position you left him when you come back. You kick him in the shin to wake him up, he stands up with a grumble.

"Suddenly not minding to fall asleep with my dried cum on you?" you sarcastically ask, teasing him a little as you see him showing you his middle finger. You don't see it clearly, just the outline of it is enough to make you bite back a laugh.

"Fuck off," he grumbles under his breath, "You wanted to clean first."

And he is out of the door before you can think of a comeback, sighing because it has no point to do that in the middle of the night.

Hating to admit it, you still wait for Jungkook to come back until you fully allow yourself to fall asleep but in your defense, he doesn't take too long and joins you in a few minutes before your eyes can even flutter shut.

Your last night while sharing a bed with Jungkook is peaceful, just like the previous ones always had been. And it certainly has nothing to do with Jungkook's warm and soft breath hitting the back of your neck.

The morning comes too quickly in your opinion. Maybe it's the sunlight peeking through unclosed blinds you forgot to close last night that makes you painfully squint your barely open eyes. Looking at the clock, it's not as early as you expect it to be and the whole apartment seems to be swallowed in silence, which makes you question where everyone is.

Suddenly being reminded of Taehyung's presence, it's weird that it's still quiet at ten o'clock.

Still wearing your nightgown, it's better to change before Taehyung sees your extremely exposed skin – not that he would care – but you're not in the mood for any early jokes and teasing on your account which would surely involve Jungkook as well.

Changing to your usual morning lazy outfit – a pair of beige sweatpants and a large white shirt – you make it into the bathroom to take care of your appearance and morning hygiene. It doesn't take you long, just enough to open the door and smell the delicious smell of bacon and eggs.

On your way following the smell, you notice Taehyung still cuddled to the pillow and blanket, his butt peeking off the couch as you chuckle but silently make it to the kitchen.

You're not surprised to see Jungkook completely awake, dressed in sport shorts and an oversized black shirt, looking fresh and wide awake as if he has been up for hours now.

"Don't you ever sleep?" you mumble behind him, joining him in the kitchen as he glances over his shoulder with a corner of his lips tilted upwards.

"Do you ever wake up before nine?" he asks in return, cackling when you smack his back when you walk past him.

"Yeah, if i have to," you say dumbfounded, earning another chuckle at the obviousness in your tone. "This smells good. You need help with anything?" you ask, looking around to see if there is anything you could do but you already find everything prepared.

Plates, glasses, sliced bread and a bowl of fruit... Jungkook has already taken care of everything.

"No, just sit down your pretty ass. Breakfast will be served soon,"

You raise your brow at him, earning another grin from him as he turns off the stove, serving the fried bacon on a plate. But you stand there, ignoring the way Jungkook cocks his brow at you and smirks when you haven't listened to him.

Once Jungkook puts away the pan, letting it cool down he turns to you, giving you a look which you return with a cheeky smile, raising your brow at him.

"You never listen, do you?" he chuckles.

"Of course not, you should know that by now Jeon." you tease him, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue as he playfully rolls his eyes at you.

"You're provoking me." he states matter-of-factly, staring into your eyes as you can't help but smirk. He knows.

"Am I?" you cock your head to the side, Jungkook inching closer as you slowly take a step back, playfully smirking at him.

"Was last night not enough for you?"

And the profound confidence and cockiness makes you eye him from head to toe, staring back at his eyes through your eyelashes before you say; "Wasn't it enough for you?"

Jungkook growls, bumping into you as your bodies clash together as his hand makes it to your ass, delivering a slap to it as you laugh, hands on his chest while his both hands squeezes your asscheeks.

"What. The. Fuck."

It's like you've been electrified, both jumped away from each other as you stare at freshly awoken Taehyung with his eyes wide despite the evident sleepiness in them. His hair is disheveled, face puffy as he stares dumbfoundedly at the two of you.

You're screwed. One part of you tries to tell you that it's not a big deal but looking at Taehyung, you feel like your heart is in your throat and you're about to get scolded for some reason.

You're both so stupid. Getting touchy when he could've walked in any time. Which happened. You both were just stupid to let yourself get carried away.

"Taehyung, you are awake?" you manage to ask as if what he saw was nothing, voice too high and light which makes him stare at you even more, blinking slowly.

"Clearly I wasn't supposed to be!" he exclaims, throwing his arms suddenly as he eyes you both suspiciously but you know he knows. He's not stupid to let this go and think of this as nothing happened.

"Tae, this doesn't have to be a drama, okay?" Jungkook speaks up softly, watching his older friend starting to both catch a breath as he lets out a humorous laugh.

"You just were all over Y/N's ass!" he points at Jungkook as if he accused him of something.

Jungkook shrugs, there's no point in denying it when he clearly saw it.

"Hold the fuck on," Taehyung pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing in and out before he walks to the dining table and seats himself.

He stares at you with a firm gaze, the situation kind of wants to make you laugh but you hold yourself back. Somehow, Jungkook's presence and his obvious pose makes you more comfortable because you know he will take care of this.

"You guys are dating too?"

"No." you and Jungkook answer at the same time, both of you looking at each other without turning your heads, giving yourselves a side look.

"No, it's not that." Jungkook adds, cringing at himself since he says it awkwardly and slowly.

"Phew, thank fuck," Taehyung breathes out a sigh of relief, "I mean, don't get me wrong... it's just the situation with Jimin, imagine if y'all dated someone. I would be a fucking outcast!" he exclaims dramatically as you roll your eyes at him and join him at the table, not before taking the bacon with you.

"Calm down, weirdo. We are not dating," you assure him, "With your lifestyle, you're gonna be the only single one at some point."

"Oh, fuck off." Taehyung grumbles and mockingly grimaces at you.

"Oh, fuck off." you mumble back childishly, doing the same grimace.

Sighing, you reach for the glass of orange juice Jungkook has so kindly poured everyone before you even came here.

"So you just casually let your friends slap your ass?" Taehyung suddenly asks, causing you to almost choke but luckily, you haven't taken a sip yet.

You glare at him, Jungkook clearing his throat as a silence follows.

"What? Here I was talking about face slapping the other day and you're–"

"Okay, that's enough." Jungkook butts in, placing a bottle of ketchup on the table.

"I'm just fucking confused right now, I feel like I'm hangover," Taehyung says, clutching the side of his head. "So what is this then? Don't tell me you have another fake dating deal going on. Who are you trying to get back? Don't tell me it's that adolescent douche."

You snort, shaking your head. "Relax, we are not trying to get anyone back."

"We are just hooking up."

"Jungkook!"

"What?" he exclaims back, "He already saw us. What's the point of not going straight to the point?"

"Wait, wait, wait," Taehyung says quickly, digging into the scrambled eggs as he puts it into his mouth, munching on it. "You guys are hooking up?"

"That's what I just said, didn't I?" Jungkook sighs, sitting on the opposite side of you and Taehyung.

"You guys are fucking crazy," Taehyung mutters, "But hey, good for you. At least you have sex again." he tells you, causing Jungkook to hold back a laughter as you nudge your shoulder into Taehyung's.

"Shut up," you grumble, "What do you even know about my sex life?"

"Practically nothing, I thought it was non-existent." Taehyung mutters causing you to glare at him.

"Not everyone fucks everyone with a pair of tits."

"Hey, it's not everyone. Just everyone who's willing to share that pair of tits with me."

All three of you burst into laughter at that, a silence following once you calm down as Taehyung keeps eyeing you while he sips on his juice.

"What is it, Taehyung?" you ask finally, not standing the prying eyes on you for more than a second.

"Nothing, nothing," Taehyung whistles but then he breaks, "Oh my god, I can't believe you two are actually fucking! I knew you just wouldn't go back to being friends!"

"We are friends," you argue immediately, meanwhile Jungkook is stuffing his face with food as if this conversation doesn't involve him. Honestly, it just makes you mentally shake your head at him for not saying anything further, leaving you to handle annoying and teasing Taehyung by yourself. "We went back to just being friends!" you exclaim as you see Taehyung's raised brow, obviously not believing you.

Your frustration rises as Taehyung purses his lips.

"No, really! It just happened... Anyway, we are both single so..." you mumble, not even knowing how to get out of this conversation but with Taehyung, it's impossible.

"Yeah, for how long..." Taehyung mutters quietly under his breath but gives you a teasing grin once your eyes meet. "I'm happy for you, though. I really am."

Jungkook snorts, leaning against the stool as he chews the food while you give Taehyung a weird look.

"Happy for us?" you ask dumbfounded as Taehyung nods.

"Yeah," he nods, shrugging. "Happy you have sex, enjoying your youthful life... with Jungkook out of all people."

"Okay, what is that supposed to mean?" you exclaim, Taehyung almost choking on his food as he bursts into another fit of laughter.

"Okay, I think that's enough," Jungkook says, "Please, Tae. Let us live, okay?"

"Fine, fine, fine." Taehyung waves him off, keeping his mouth shut.

Finally you're about to eat in a peaceful quiet until another topic comes up and you couldn't be happier.

Still, Taehyung keeps amusingly smirking at his plate but you choose to ignore it. Both of you do.

#jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #personasintro

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dyk3medown · 2 years

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sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll

eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie shows you a good time on E (repost bc I fucking deleted it the first time)

warnings: fem! reader, smut, drug and alcohol use, possible dubcon due to drugs/alc, unprotected sex, eddie calls the reader “princess” a lot

a/n: my first ever smut!! this is not really how mdma works but for the sake of the fic we're gonna pretend it is. also! this could be seen as dubcon due to the drug use, so please don't read if you're sensitive to that kind of thing! it’s all 100% consensual but the reader is definitely under the influence.

smut below the cut!!

It's one of the biggest parties of the year, and you're bored out of your mind. The liquor's all but run out, the beer is warm, the people are gross and sweaty, and you're starting to wish you were anywhere else.

It's not that you dislike the people there, they're all your friends, but there are only so many times you can watch someone do a keg stand before it gets old, and you think you passed that number quite a few parties ago.

You set down your empty cup and decide to go on the hunt for some more to drink, waving your friend off when she asks if you'd like her to come with you.

The family that owns the house is definitely wealthy, so you figure there must be something nice stashed somewhere After making your way upstairs and down a hall, you find what seems to be a fancy cabinet and score! You hold up a bottle of Don Julio 1942 triumphantly. You go to head back to the staircase but are thrown off balance by someone coming out of one of the rooms.

He bumps into you, and you lose your grip on your precious new treasure. You both watch in horror as the glass bottle slips from your grasp and shatters at your feet.

"Well, that was unfortunate."

Eddie Munson stands before you, a sheepish grin on his face. While you wouldn't necessarily call yourself friends, two years as your primary dealer has made him a significant presence in your life.

"Munson, what are you doing here? I mean, besides running into innocent bystanders and breaking bottles. I didn't peg this as your scene."

"Customers," Eddie explains, gesturing to the non-existent people around you.

You sigh and look down at the remnants of the tequila.

"You owe me a drink now, you know."

Eddie's brow furrows and then his face lights up. "Well, Lady Y/N, it seems like that's the one thing I can't provide. But! I can offer you something better."

He pulls a small plastic baggie from his jacket pocket and wiggles it in front of you.

"Care to try?"

You raise a brow. "How much?"

He places a hand on his chest and gasps in mock astonishment. "Free of charge, of course."

You suppress a smile at his antics and nod. "Ok, Munson, show me what you got."

The two of you find an unoccupied bedroom and sit side by side on the edge of the bed.

Eddie hands you one of the little tablets and places the other on his tongue. You follow suit, eyes closing as you swallow.

"So how long till it kicks in?"

Eddie's gaze darkens. "Believe me, when it happens, you'll feel it."

He's right.

After it hits, everything feels so intense, like every sense got dialed up to eleven. Looking at Eddie, you feel almost hypnotized, like something is drawing you in, completely out of your control.

You lean forward, swinging your legs up onto the bed and sitting with them crossed. Eddie mirrors you, his hands coming to rest on the tops of your thighs.

"Hi," you say softly, smiling,

"Hi."

"Hi," you repeat once more, bursting into a fit of giggles.

You fall forward into his chest in your fit of laughter, and when you finally calm yourself down and look up at him, your faces are only inches apart. Eddie's pupils are blown wide and he licks his lips as he holds your gaze, a hungry look on his face.

You're not sure who leans in first, but all you know is one second you're looking at each other, and the next your mouth is on his.

Eddie grabs your hips and positions you to straddle his lap, lips still locked on yours in a bruising kiss.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. You gasp and he hums approvingly at your reaction.

Eddie moves down to your neck, placing a few soft kisses there before sucking a mark into your skin. You whine, your hands tangling in his hair as he makes his way down the column of your throat.

Between your legs, you can feel his length pressed up against you, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

You grind your hips down on him and Eddie groans against your neck. You repeat the motion, and this time he mimics you, rolling his hips up into your heat.

The friction is delicious and you throw your head back as you moan. With all of your senses so heightened, you bet you could cum just from this.

You reach down to the hem of your top to pull it off and Eddie makes a strangled noise as your bare chest is revealed. You had decided to go without a bra tonight and clearly, it was paying off.

"You're stunning, Y/N."

Eddie runs his hands up your ribs until he is cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. A moan escapes you as he leans forward and takes one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud as it hardens under the attention.

He pulls you off his lap and gently pushes you until you're laying on your back. You're about to protest before he moves your skirt to bunch around your waist. He hovers over you, sucking another mark onto the top of your breast as his hand moves closer to where you need him.

"Oh, fuck," you cry out as his fingertips brush your clit. You're wetter than you can ever remember being in your life, and you're sure Eddie can feel it through the thin lace of your underwear.

His gaze is trained on your face, watching for your reaction as he hooks his finger into the crotch of the flimsy material and moves it to the side.

He runs his fingers up and down your slit a few times before slipping the middle two inside. You gasp at the intrusion and unconsciously buck your hips up, desperate to feel more. His fingers are thick, and you can feel the cool metal of his rings brushing against your entrance as he works his fingers in and out, the heel of his hand rubbing deliciously against your clit.

"Fuck, princess, you're soaked." Eddie licks his lips. "Is this all for little ol' me?"

You want to roll your eyes at him, but all you can focus on is the pleasure he's bringing you, your eyes slamming shut and toes curling as he hits the perfect spot inside you.

A tongue swipes over your clit and your eyes shoot open to see Eddie looking up at you as he closes his mouth over the nub, sucking on it.

His fingers speed up inside you, curving up to hit that spot with every pass. You throw a hand over your mouth to quiet the shout that escapes you. Eddie licks at your clit with all the vigor of a man starved and you can feel the knot tightening in your stomach. You tangle your fingers into the roots of his hair and tug slightly, pulling a muffled groan out of Eddie. Tugging again, you watch as he rolls his hips into the mattress, desperate for any sort of attention to his aching cock.

"Oh fuck, Eddie, please!" Your thighs tense as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap. "M’ gonna cum, please make me cum!"

Eddie moans again and the vibrations are enough to send you over the edge. Your back arches in pleasure as you orgasm, Eddie's movements never ceasing.

You're not sure if it's the drugs or the man between your legs, but you feel like you're floating, head up in the clouds of pure bliss.

He pulls back after you come down from your high, removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. You can't help but moan as you watch him suck them clean, making a show out of licking up every last drop of you from his hand. He's still fully clothed, and you decide that simply won't do.

You sit up and grab him by the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as you push the jacket off his shoulders, finally breaking apart to pull his shirt up over his head.

Eddie hisses through his teeth as you reach down to cup him through his jeans, lightly squeezing.

"God, princess, you're killing me here."

He pushes your hand away and makes quick work of his jeans and underwear, tossing them somewhere on the floor. You shimmy out of your remaining clothes as well, staring unashamedly at Eddie as he undresses.

Eddie is so hard it must be painful. His cock twitches as he notices you staring, a pearl of precum beading at the tip. He's decently long and thick, the kind of girth you know will stretch you out oh so well.

You take his cock in your hand and he can't help the noises that tumble from his lips, his hips stuttering up into your grasp as you swipe your thumb across the head. You lean forward and take him into your mouth, swallowing him down until he brushes against the back of your throat.

"Holy shit," Eddie mutters weakly.

You pull back and brace your hands on his hips before taking him as deep as possible. You swallow, and the feeling of your throat spasming around the head of his cock brings forth a litany of curses, his hips moving forward in an aborted half-thrust. You swallow again and he pulls you off of him with a groan.

"If you keep that up, this will be over way too fast," Eddie explains. A look of panic crosses his face. "Oh shit, do you have a condom?"

You shake your head. "Don't need it, I'm on the pill."

You lay back and he clambers to get on top of you, clearly excited by your admission.

He's such a dork. A very hot one, as you can clearly see, but still.

You're broken from your thoughts as Eddie grabs himself at the base and runs his cock through your folds, coating the tip with your wetness.

"Eddie, please!" You are far from willing to be patient right now. If he doesn't get inside you within the next few seconds, you're going to scream.

"Your wish is my command," He grins at you cheekily, positioning himself at your entrance.

Eddie pushes forward in one smooth motion and your core burns as it tries to adjust to the intrusion. Even as wet as you are, he's still big, and you swear you can feel him stretching you out.

Your clench around him as he bottoms out and you both moan at the feeling.

"You ok?" Even in the heat of the moment, Eddie is still thinking of you, checking to make sure you're not in any pain.

You nod, and he pulls out until only the head is inside, pausing for a moment before pushing back in hard.

"Oh, fuck!" You scream, no longer caring about being any sort of quiet.

He starts thrusting in and out, picking up speed until he's set a punishing rhythm.

Eddie moves a hand down to rub at your clit and you let out a sob, senses entirely overwhelmed by the effects of the pill and the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

"That feel good, princess?"

You can only moan in response, all rational thought stripped from your brain.

"Look at you, pretty girl, taking my cock so well, taking it like you were made for it."

"Eddie, fuck, you feel so good." You pull him down to meet your lips, moaning and whining into his mouth in between kisses as he continues to pound into you.

He's gorgeous like this. Kiss-swollen lips and skin slick with sweat, he looks like a greek god, muscles flexing as he moves above you. You've never seen heaven, but you're sure it can't be much better than the euphoria you're experiencing now.

His rhythm starts faltering, and you can tell he's getting close. Eddie's movements speed up on your clit, determined not to finish before you. Your thighs start to tremble as you approach your second orgasm of the night.

"You gonna cum for me, princess?" Eddie sounds almost amazed, like he can't believe he's the one making you feel like this.

"Eddie, please, yes, please!" You're not even sure what you're asking for any more.

"Cum, Y/N, wanna feel you come on my cock."

Your eyes roll up into the back of your head as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing down on you and knocking the breath from your lungs.

Eddie's movements become sloppy as your back arches, your walls spasming around his cock and sending him over the edge.

"Y/N!" He calls out your name, burying himself to the hilt as you feel his cock pulse within you, filling you up with his cum.

He collapses beside you, slipping out of you as he does. You whine at the loss, reaching for him needily.

He makes a sympathetic noise and pulls you to his chest, stroking your back soothingly. "The E really did a number on you, didn't it?"

He smirks. “Or was it just me, princess?”

You nod, or maybe you shake your head, you're not sure. The world seems out of focus as you lay there, floating far above reality.

Eddie was right; that was much better than a drink.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things smut #i cant believe i fucking deleted it #i wanted to edit something and i hit the trash icon instead of the edit thingy #life is neverending pain #eddie munson

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softlyspector · 2 years

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Moon Struck and Over the moon were both so good but something that so stupid that has been bothering me is Steven's fish?? Is one literally just named friend??

ask and you shall receive:

aka you and steven name the second fish and marc absolutely hates it. ~1.7k

You stare into the fishtank, watching Gus the Second and Friend swim circles around each other.

Really you'd only been trying to leave a note for Steven before you headed out to a recital, but the fish had caught your attention as they so often did when you tacked notes up.

"Thought you were heading out?" Marc says from behind you.

You hum and turn, watching Marc shuck on a shirt, his unruly curls still damp from the shower.

You resist the urge to cross the room and twirl your fingers through his hair.

This thing between you and Marc was still quite new, and you were trying to work out what exactly Marc’s boundaries were, to learn his signals of when touch was welcomed.

So, you stay where you are. He could be quite prickly some days and so you usually just wait for Marc to initiate touch.

"Is this fish really just named Friend?" You point to one of the goldfish swimming innocently along.

You'd never really thought about it before but now it seemed kind of sad, that one of them had a proper name and the other was simply the friend.

Marc shrugs, "I don't know. Does it matter?"

You tilt your head to the side, watching Marc's brows lift in askance at your concern before you turn back to the tank.

"Well, they're kind of a metaphor for you and Steven, aren't they?"

"No, they aren't," Marc says, approaching to stand next to you, the fish lazily swimming by your nose when you stoop to look at them.

"Sure they are," you turn your head to watch Marc's profile as he bends to watch them too. Marc is close to you, his arm brushing yours, and when you lean into him, he leans back into you.

As he watches the fish his nose scrunches in a way that lets you know he finds the comparison of him and Steven to the Gus and Friend infinitely irritating.

Once it would have confirmed for you that he only put up with you for Steven's benefit.

Now, it makes you smile. It makes you want to poke him a little bit more.

Marc turns his head to meet your eyes, his skin cast a strange blue from the light of the tank. You smile at him and Marc frowns back. "Steven only ever told me about one fish before Egypt. Then he comes back with you and a second fish, when Gus was alone before."

"This isn't even the same Gus."

"And Steven is no longer the same Steven." You both straighten before you slowly reach out to cup his jaw in your hand, press your thumb to the center of his chin. "Now there's two of you and two fish. I think that makes you the nameless one. Since Gus was here before."

Marc carefully presses one hand to your elbow and slowly drifts his warm palm up your arm. "I can't believe you fell for a guy that talked about his pet fish to you."

You scoff, "I found it endearing, Marc Spector. Better than only speaking to me when I was in distress."

Marc makes an annoyed noise as you release his chin and grab your bag from the floor.

"Friend needs a real name."

"So give him a name."

"Will you help me think of one?"

"No," he says.

You feign offense as Marc sprinkles fish food into the tank. "Fine, Steven will help me."

Marc's head tilts, "Steven says I'm being a right knob about this." His imitation of the accent, as always, is horrendous.

"You kind of are," you chirp.

"You've got the brains of the operation, baby."

"Thinking of a fish name requires a high intelligence?" You shake your head and lean up to kiss the corner of Marc's mouth. "Have a good day."

Marc wraps an arm around your waist before you can pull away and tips his head down to press his forehead to yours. "I'll walk you."

"At least pretend to think of some names."

"No."

Marc is watching you make dinner from his place slouched in one of the dining chairs. A sense of peace is settled over him - the sounds and smells of cooking, your low voice, Steven's quiet presence, you safe and at home, Seven safe and content - comfort him.

Normally he helped you cook but today he'd been relegated to the table, in your way more than he was helpful in his current state.

He was exhausted and bruises line his ribs, scraped knuckles still healing. He hasn't admitted to you that he isn't really sure where the injuries have come from.

But you look divine as you cook, your words flowing right over him, in one ear and out the other, soothing.

"Marc you aren't listening to a thing she's saying," Steven reprimands. "Stop staring at her arse and listen to her."

But you have a nice ass and Marc is tired.

"...Steven and I decided to name the other fish Guy so-,"

Marc sits up, "What? Guy? How is that any better than Friend?" Then he remembers that that fucking fish is supposed to be him. "Why does Steven's fish get a real name and mine is a noun?"

"Gus is also a noun, Marc."

"You know what I mean," he says, vaguely irritated with you.

You're trying and failing to hide a smile.

"You said you didn't want nothin' to do with naming the fish, mate," Steven says cheekily from the mirror across the room.

"I - I, that doesn't mean I wanted -," Marc realizes he's speaking out loud and that you're laughing, turning to glance in the mirror.

"Oh, he's regretting it so bad now. Not wanting to help me name the fish."

Steven looks like he always does when you seem to be able to directly address him in the mirror, soft eyes and loose shoulders, gentle smile and hands cupped over his heart. "Yes, love, he bloody well is."

Marc rolls his eyes, "Fine. I want in now."

"Sorry, we can't rename him," you say, plating the food carefully. "Friend was a placeholder name, now he has his proper name we can't very well change it again. Besides don't you think Gus and Guy is kind of cute?"

You turn and move accross the room to set a plate of food in front of Marc.

Before you can move away again, Marc hooks an arm round your waist and drags you into his lap. "It's fucking stupid, actually. We're changing it."

With a laugh that makes your eyes crinkle up, Marc's heart stuttering as he watches you, you pat his shoulder and say, "No, we aren't. I think it fits."

"It's not a real name."

"Sure it is. There are plenty of real people named Guy. Besides, between the two of you, who has a name that sounds not real? Marc Spector or Steven Grant?"

Steven is laughing so hard in Marc's ear that he wants to punch the fucking mirror just to get him to stop.

"Steven laughing at you?"

"Yeah," he snaps. "Change it."

You just smile wider, and he feels like his heart may actually stop. "To what?"

Marc's mind immediately goes blank. "I don't - I need time to think -,"

"But you had so much time to be thinking about it. You didn't want to help, remember?" You give his shoulder a sympathetic pat, "Me and Steven have been thinking about it for days."

"Baby," Marc pleads, hands going to your hips as you trace a finger down the line of his nose. "I would do anything for you, help you with anything -,"

"Besides help her with bloody fish names," Steven says, still laughing.

At the same time you say, "Except fish names, yeah?"

"Shut up, both of you," Marc growls but you just giggle again and kiss his chin before standing up and moving away.

You grab your own plate and come back to the table, sitting across from Marc. "You're pouting, Marc."

"I have a fucking fish alter named Guy, yeah I'm pouting a little bit sweetheart," he says bitterly.

You reach over to take his hand. "You can name the next fish," you say seriously. The smile that you're trying to repress for his sake makes the center of his chest ache.

His shoulders relax as your thumb strokes circles into the back of his hand.

"Oy, and I'm the soft one?" Steven says, "Marc, you're so lovesick for her."

Marc clenches his jaw and glares at Steven.

"Marc," you say, tracing your fingers over his palm when he purposefully turns his hand and lets it fall open. The sensation of you gingerly tracing the lines in his hand, to brush along his wrist and over his forearm, sends little bolts of warmth racing though him. "If it really upsets you, we can find a name that all three of us like for him." You trail your nails over the vein in his arm, following it to the crook of his elbow, your eyes wide and warm when he meets your gaze.

And Marc is so aware, so so so aware that he's being manipulated.

And he doesn't give a fuck.

He’d do anything you ask, do anything to have you keep looking at him like that, to keep touching him.

"No," he says, reaching out to knock a curled finger gently under your chin, tilting your head up briefly so he can look directly into your eyes. "It's fine."

You smile, glancing sidelong at the mirror where a Steven you can't see is smiling in triumph too. "You sure?"

"Sure," he picks up his fork, leaving his other hand where it rests on the table, because you are still caressing his skin so kindly. "We should get a third fish. For you."

"What would you name my fish?"

"Dancer."

And Marc really believes it's a good name for all of six seconds before you and Steven are chortling again.

"Like the reindeer?" You ask.

"Like the bloody reindeer, Marc?"

Marc tugs his hand back from you and doesn't say anything, sullenly quiet as the two of you laugh at him, but he feels a smile threatening him. Marc feels...good. He feels at peace. At home.

You take his hand again, giggling as you ask for forgiveness for laughing. Marc rolls his eyes as you finally settle down and begin to eat, fingers tangled with his.

Marc watches you, just because he can, because he no longer feels the need to hide the fact that he wanted to.

“I’m okay without a fish of my own. It’s good that Gus and Guy are friends. Maybe one day we’ll add another.”

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight drabble

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ro-is-struggling · 1 year

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Finally, Ro's followers celebration!!!!! I'd like to request this prompt: Character A and Character B have feelings for each other but can't bring themselves to admit it. That is until they have to pretend to be a couple (for a mission, a family party, whatever) and end up kissing on more than one occasion. Their feelings for each other become evident and they end up confessing their feelings - but not before acting like a couple of nervous, awkward idiots {Brooklyn 99 2x23} with james potter! I want it to be fluffy, pls😩🥰 thank you. love u <3

Hi beautiful!! Of course my first request had to be from you💜💜💜

Thank you so much for participating! I'm so happy to start the celebration with your request💕 I had a lot of fun writing this one so I hope you like it!!

Undercover Mission || James Potter x Reader

Summary: An undercover mission for the Order of the Phoenix leads you and James to confront your repressed feelings for each other as you are forced to kiss to keep your covers from being blown.

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers, humor, set after they graduated from Hogwarts

English is not my first language

Word count: 4900

Notes: I based this story on the episode of b99 from which I got the prompt, I hope you don't mind. I just think James and Jake are literally the same person so I couldn’t resist

"Are we sure we have the right guy?" you asked, the boredom and exhaustion clear in your voice. James, Sirius, Marlene and you had spent the last few hours trapped in an old van following a guy under suspicion that he was a Death Eater. Dumbledore believed he was transporting an important package for the Dark Lord and he wanted the Order of the Phoenix to intercept it before it reached its destination, but so far nothing interesting or remotely suspicious had happened.

"If Albus suspects him then there's gotta be a reason," James stated beside you, his eyes glued to the window as he kept an eye on his target.

"I know, but this dude hasn't done anything since we got here," you complained, letting your head fall back against the seat cushion. "Am I the only one who doesn't understand why he would be in the Muggle world if he wanted to do Death Eater shit? It doesn't make sense."

"Cause we wouldn't expect it," Sirius said from the driver's seat.

"Or they're planning an attack," Marleen muttered next to him and your heart stopped for a moment. You really hoped things wouldn't escalate to such a level. If they were planning something big you didn't know if the backup would arrive in time to stop them and save the lives of the innocent muggles caught in the line of fire.

"I don't think they are," James said, turning to look at you for a moment. His tone of voice was soft but determined, trying to control the situation and clear those ideas from his friends' minds —especially yours. "Albus would have heard something if that was their plan all along."

The van fell into silence for a few minutes as you waited for something to happen. The soft rock playing on the radio was the only thing that could be heard inside the vehicle, anticipation, fear, boredom and adrenaline a strange mix of feelings that affected the minds of the four young, newly graduated from Hogwarts. You were definitely too young and inexperienced to be participating in secret missions, but someone had to do it. Someone had to stand up and fight for what was right.

You drove through town for another hour following your target. The sun had already gone down when you parked on a nice, well-lit, but quiet street. Your target entered a restaurant at the end of the street and you let out an exclamation of joy as you finally got out of that old truck for a while to stretch your legs.

"Okay, we'll go in and keep an eye on him I'm case he makes the deal inside. You two stay here and wait for my signal" James instructed his friends as both you and he exited the vehicle. You took a moment to straighten your clothes, wrinkled after so many hours sitting in the car. It wasn't the nicest muggle outfit you had, but luckily the restaurant didn't seem to be too fancy so you'd be fine.

"Do you see him anywhere?" James asked once inside the establishment, scanning the crowded front desk for his target. You gently nudged him in the ribs to shut him up, nodding your head forward. His eyes followed your movement and he then discovered that just a couple of inches away was the man you had been following all day. He spoke to the woman at the front desk and was quickly escorted to a table inside the restaurant, leaving you behind without any visual of what he was doing.

"What's taking so long?" you complained in a mumble that only James could hear. "He could be making the deal right now."

"Should we use our wands?" suggested James. Using magic was risky, but it would get you a table at the restaurant in a matter of seconds.

"No, I have a better idea." Taking James by the hand, you walked up to the woman at the front desk to ask for a table. She informed you that the place was full and that you would have to wait for a table to clear before you could get in. But that was not an option for you, you had to get in and you had to get in now. So you held onto James' arm and smiling warmly you said, "Oh but we just got engaged and this is where we had our first date, isn't that right sweetie?"

James looked at you with wide eyes, surprised by your words. It took him a few seconds to respond, not because he didn't know what to answer but because he had been stunned to hear you call him by that affectionate nickname. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to hear you call him that for the rest of his life.

"Yes, yes! It was a beautiful night like this one. And special too. When you left the restaurant that night I knew you were the one, I just knew." James played along, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close against his body as he spoke, looking at you with a smile on his lips and the distinctive glint of love shining in his eyes. It felt real, too real, so you looked away before losing yourself in his beautiful blue eyes. You were on an important mission and you had to concentrate. "I would have made a reservation but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes."

"Oh I love how nervous you were!" you exclaimed fondly, playfully tapping his nose and letting out a giggle. "You just had to see him, he was adorable," you added, standing on your tiptoes to reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek. James' heart raced, the blood in his whole body pooling in his cheeks as he struggled not to let his feelings for you show. He'd had a crush on you for a long time —since fifth year to be exact—, but you two had always been such good friends that he'd never gotten around to doing anything about it. He valued your friendship too much to risk losing it. That's why he had to control his heart or the mission wouldn't be the only thing that went wrong.

"You look so sweet together!" the receptionist exclaimed, watching you tenderly. "I'm sure I can find room for two young lovers."

"Yeah.. we are lovers… together... in bed" James muttered awkwardly, struggling to stop his imagination from running wild. He had pictured what his life with you might be like more times than he was proud to admit, but this wasn't the time or place to fantasize about your wedding or think about the name of your future child.

"Okay," you said with a smile, squeezing James' arm to shut him up as you watched the woman disappear inside the restaurant. "Keep it together, Potter. We need that table," you muttered just for him to hear. You knew it was weird for him to be in such an intimate and romantic situation with you. You had been friends for so long that you were pretty sure he saw you as a sister —a thought that made your heart clench painfully in your chest—, but he had to keep his cool for a few more minutes. Once at the table you could drop the act and laugh at how weird it was to imagine being married while keeping your target well guarded.

However, things proved to be more difficult than that.

The woman returned a few minutes later with a smile on her face. She led you to your table herself, wishing you a lovely evening and a happy marriage before returning to her desk. You barely had time to settle into your seats before the couple seated at the table next to yours showered you with congratulations on your engagement as well. It was an elderly couple who were there celebrating fifty years of marriage, so neither of you had the heart to ignore them.

"So, when did you guys meet?" the man asked you.

"Last year" you said without thinking, your eyes searching the crowd for your target.

"Five years ago" James stated at the same time, his gaze locked on the Death Eater dining alone a couple of tables away.

The elderly couple looked at you in confusion and you hurried to correct the mistake. "We met five years ago but we don't count that."

"Yeah, I was dating another girl at that time" James noted and technically he wasn't lying. When you met he was in love with Lily Evans and while you never officially dated, he had planned his entire life with her at that time.

"And I wasn't interested in dating," you laughed. "But a year ago we bumped into each other and we haven't been able to separate ever since."

"How sweet!" the woman exclaimed, looking at you fondly. She reminded you of your grandmother in some ways, which only made things weirder. It was hard not to get carried away with the role you were playing when fate seemed to be determined to make you imagine your perfect life at James' side. "How did you know she was the one?" the old lady asked your friend, looking at him expectantly.

James looked at you, panic written all over his face. "I'd love to answer that..." he stammered, trying to buy himself some time to think. He knew exactly how to answer that question, he had a memorized list of the things you did that made him fall in love with you, but he couldn't be honest. If he spoke from the heart he risked being exposed. "Just whenever I look at her face," he finished, unsure if it was the right thing to say.

"And what about you?" The woman directed her question at you this time.

Your eyes met James' as you contemplated your answer. For a second, you felt as if the world had ceased to exist, the chatter of the people around you getting quieter and quieter until it disappeared altogether. It was just you and him in that restaurant, looking into each other's eyes with an intimacy that felt different. You lost yourself deep in his eyes, looking straight into his soul as your mind went over all the things you adored about him.

"He makes me laugh" you replied honestly, putting a smile on James' face.

"And you know, there's really no one else's opinion who I care about more than hers," he added, feeling comfortable and confident enough to open up a bit.

The elderly couple went on to tell you a bit of their life story and as much as you found it adorable, neither of you were able to pay much attention. They could barely remember that they were on a mission, their eyes occasionally traveling to their target to make sure he wasn't doing anything suspicious. You were both too distracted, lost in your own thoughts as you repeated each other's words over and over in your heads. You knew you just were playing roles, but what you had said to each other, the knowing look you had shared, it all felt too real, too sincere. Of course you both dismissed it after spinning it around in your heads for a while, convincing yourselves that you were seeing things where there was nothing because for some reason you were the only two people in the world unable to see that you were in love.

The moment you were sharing was interrupted when you noticed your target getting up from the table. You kicked James lightly to get his attention, silently motioning for him to look at the Death Eater you were supposed to be watching. Excusing yourselves from the lovely old couple you had been chatting with for the last thirty minutes, you rose from the table and made your way to the back of the restaurant, following in your target's footsteps.

"Do you think he's going to meet his partner?" you spoke in a whisper so that no one but James would hear you.

"I don't know," he replied.

Just as the words left his lips, the man turned and made direct eye contact with you. Time stopped for a second, panic taking over as you realized you had been discovered. You had no reason to be there and you were pretty sure that the Death Eater had already seen you parked in front of him hours ago. He wasn't stupid, he would be able to put two and two together and then your mission would be ruined at best. At worst, you would have to fight to get the briefcase he was carrying, endangering the lives of many innocent Muggles.

But before the panic could fully take hold of you, you felt James' hands close around your waist. You turned to look at him, but you couldn't do or say anything because suddenly his lips crashed against yours. You didn't even take a second to question what was happening, letting the feeling of euphoria run through your body as you felt the caress of James' lips on yours. You lost yourself in him instantly, in the taste of his mouth, in the warmth of his body against yours, in the delicate way he held you in his arms. You were flying in the sky in complete bliss as you let James guide the kiss, struggling to keep up the peace.

But the moment ended as abruptly as it had begun, leaving you dazed and confused, missing James' lips the second they parted from yours.

"I'm sorry, I just- I didn't know what else to do," he spluttered awkwardly, his thoughts clouded by the scent of your perfume.

"No, it's okay," you hurried to say, struggling to form coherent sentences so as not to let him know how much his kiss had really affected you. "It's all good. We kept our cover intact, good job. Very quick thinking, very professional." You were tense and couldn't look him in the eye when you spoke, but neither could he so neither of you mentioned anything, opting to pretend nothing had happened as you went on with your mission.

"C'mon he's on the move" James announced as he climbed into the van once again. He kept his gaze straight ahead, his body rigid against the seat of the vehicle as if he was afraid to let go and end up accidentally touching you. He needed to keep his distance from you until he recovered his cognitive functions. His brain would never be able to process what had happened if your perfume kept assaulting his nostrils.

"So how was the restaurant?" Marlene asked you to fill the awkward silence that had formed. She could feel the tension in the air, a tension that wasn't there before you guys disappeared behind the restaurant doors. It was different from the tensions she was used to feeling when you and James were together, much more intense, and she couldn't help but wonder what had happened in there.

"Great! It was fine, totally normal and appropriate" you replied suspiciously quickly raising your voice to a higher pitch than usual. If she didn't suspect something had happened before, she definitely did now.

"What happened? Why are you being so weird?" Sirius asked, looking at you curiously through the rearview mirror.

"Y/N and I kissed" James confessed with a sigh, knowing it would be best to be honest with his friends. After all, it hadn't meant anything, had it? There was nothing strange about telling them the truth because you had nothing to hide. Strange would be if you kept it a secret.

"WHAT? Tell me everything!" Marlene exclaimed in a shout of joy, turning to see her friend in the back seat with a big smile on her face. She knew about your crush on James from day one and couldn't believe there was finally a breakthrough in your story. Sometimes Marlene felt like she was more involved in your little secret romance with James than you were yourself.

"Calm down! It was just to keep our cover from being blown, we didn't have a choice" you explained, feeling the blood from all over your body travel to your cheeks.

"Yeah, it didn't mean anything," James added, ignoring the stabbing pain that shot through his heart as he said it.

"I want details," her friend insisted and you rolled your eyes.

"Marlene, it was just a kiss, okay? It was nothing." Only it hadn't been just a kiss, not to you at least, but you weren't going to admit it in front of everyone —especially not James.

"Yeah, who cares about a kiss? Call me if you grab each other's asses" Sirius interjected from the driver's seat, a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. James reached out from behind his back and smacked him on the shoulder, a silent way of telling his friend that this was not the time for his jokes.

Marlene was going to continue pressing you for more details —you and James kissing was the most interesting thing that had happened to her that day—, but her attention was drawn back to the mission at hand when Sirius alerted you that your target had gotten out of the car and was walking towards a park. He still had the briefcase in his hand, but the streets were deserted which made you think he wasn't going to meet anyone that night, but to leave the package for someone else to pick up.

"Okay, you and Sirius follow him just in case he does meet with someone after this." you instructed Marlene, watching as your target returned to his car, without the briefcase in his hands this time.

"Right! And you and James follow your hearts" your friend replied with a smile.

"No!" you grumbled, giving Marlene a murderous look. "We're gonna stay with the package."

"And each other forever" she insisted and you swore she was doing it on purpose to spite you. You didn't even dignify her comment with a response, opting instead to exit the vehicle and slam the door a little harder than necessary. James followed you, crossing the street beside you to get to the park your target had come from.

You walked in silence, enjoying the quiet of the night. The place was deserted, something that was both good and bad. On the one hand it was good because if things went wrong at least there were no Muggles around who could get hurt. On the other hand it was bad because you had no way to hide so you wouldn't stand out. When the Death Eaters came to pick up the package they would see you, there was no doubt about that. You realized then that you would have to be quick if you wanted to catch them.

"Why can't we just take the briefcase and go?" James asked as he leaned back against a tree, his back to the bench next to where your target had left the hidden package.

"Because Albus wants to arrest everyone involved in this and for that we need the briefcase to exchange hands, otherwise there's no case." you explained and James grunted, hating having to stand there for who knows how much longer until someone showed up.

Neither of you spoke for a while, the weight of the silence and the tension in the air increasing your nerves. James' mind was riddled with doubts, fearing he had made a mistake by kissing you in the restaurant. You had told him that you understood why he had done it, assuring him that you had no issue with it, but it didn't feel like things were good between you. You were distant and tense, and you could barely look him in the eye. Regret was eating him up inside, knowing it was his fault that you felt uncomfortable around him.

"Hey, seriously, we're cool right?" James broke the silence forcing you to look away from the starry sky to face him.

"Yeah, totally," you nodded with a smile, hoping that was enough to calm him down. "We're fine." If only he knew that the reason for your strange behavior was that you were fighting the urge to take his face in your hands and kiss him one more time....

"Why do they have to schedule their drop off so late? Death Eaters have no respect for Auror's lives and times." James joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. You let out a chuckle and he felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. "I'm starving, we barely got to eat at that stupid restaurant."

"I know! Mr. and Mrs. Green were adorable but they couldn't stop talking" you said, remembering the chatty couple. You couldn't have been there more than forty minutes and somehow you knew when and where they had married, how they met, how many children they had and the names of their grandchildren. "I'm craving ice cream as weird as it might be considering how late it is."

"It's not weird at all, you always crave sweets at these hours, that's why you have trouble sleeping."

"You know what I really want to get right now?"

"Cookies and cream?" said James, more as a statement than a question. "It's your favorite, isn't it? Especially for times like this. I'm assuming you already have one in the freezer waiting for you to celebrate."

"Y-yes," you nodded in surprise. You weren't surprised that he knew what your favorite ice cream flavor was —you had been friends for years, that was normal—, you were surprised at how quickly and confidently he had spoken, leaving you no time to say anything before answering for you. He remembered your silly tradition of celebrating the little good things in life with your favorite flavor of ice cream even though it was something you usually did alone. It was a small, insignificant detail, but it made you feel appreciated. He remembered.

"I brought one too if you want to spend the night at my place after this is all over. We can celebrate together." You were going to tell him how much you appreciated his sweet gesture and how he was the one person you wanted to celebrate your victories in life with, but the words died in your throat when you noticed a man approaching the briefcase they had been guarding for the last fifteen minutes.

"James, he's looking at us," you tried to warn him discreetly, but your friend was too distracted rambling on about the different flavors of ice cream and which ones were the best. "Well, this is happening," you murmured, taking James' face in your hands and leaning in to join your lips in a kiss.

You were the one in control this time, dictating the intensity of the kiss, guiding the movements of James' lips on yours. He was too surprised to do more than try to keep up with the pace of your lips. His hands settled on your hips instinctively, pulling you tight against his body as he allowed himself to lose himself in your mouth for a moment. The mission, his doubts, the tension, all was forgotten as he melted under your caresses.

Though his bliss was cut short when you suddenly pulled away, taking your wand and pointing it at the man who had picked up the briefcase. Reality hit him like a train, his brain working twice as hard to regain its functions so he could end this mission once and for all.

The Death Eater didn't give up without putting up a fight, pulling out his wand and casting spell after spell in your direction as he tried to escape. Neither of you recognized who your attacker was, which frightened you a little because it meant that the Dark Lord had more followers than the Order of the Phoenix expected or even knew about. Still you didn't let that affect you, fighting shoulder to shoulder until you incapacitated your unknown attacker.

"An empty diary?" you said in disbelief as you stared at the mysterious object inside the briefcase you had fought so hard to obtain. "We did all that for an empty diary?"

"It has to be important," James interjected as he used an incantation to restrain the Death Eater's wrists. "They wouldn't do all this for an insignificant empty diary. Albus will know what to do."

“I’m exhausted!” you exclaimed the moment you crossed the entrance threshold of James' house, dropping dramatically onto the couch. It had been a long day, but at least things had turned out well. Both Death Eaters were in custody awaiting trial for their crimes. Thanks to you the army of he who shall not be named had two less soldiers, and as insignificant as it seemed, it was a victory for everyone.

"We can go to sleep if you're tired and leave the ice cream for tomorrow" James said, knowing full well what your response would be.

"Never!" You jumped off the couch, running to the kitchen in search of the ice cream. James let out a laugh, shaking his head as he followed closely behind you. While you took the ice cream out of the freezer he grabbed spoons and a couple of bowls so you could share the frozen dessert without fighting over the pot.

After making a short toast celebrating your victory you engaged in casual conversation while enjoying the ice cream. You didn't even bother to go to the couch, settling into the kitchen without a problem. You sat on the counter next to the sink, swinging your legs playfully as you ate your ice cream. James stood next to you, leaning back on the counter with his body leaning slightly to the side so he could look at you better as you talked. He had a big smile on his face as he listened to you list the reasons why the cookies and cream ice cream was the best of all, completely enamored with the passion with which you addressed such trivial topics as ice cream flavors.

He loved everything about you, even the things you saw as flaws. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to tell you how he felt about you, to hold you in his arms and kiss you until he couldn't feel his lips. But he knew he couldn't -he shouldn't-, your friendship was the most important thing to him and he couldn't lose it for anything in the world.

"I'm sorry for kissing you today," he apologized, breaking the small silence that had formed. "I hope it doesn't make things weird between us."

"Oh no don't worry about it," you downplayed it. "And I'm sorry for kissing you too."

"You know I care about you, right?" James put his empty ice cream bowl on the counter, turning completely around so he could look you in the eyes. You nodded your head slightly, losing yourself in the shine in his eyes. Those damn eyes of his!

"I value our friendship, what we have is something special and I wouldn't want to see it ruined for a stupid decision I made under pressure." There was truth in his words, but there was also pain. He didn't want to ruin your friendship, but he also didn't want to keep being just your friend. He didn't regret kissing you, at least not entirely. A part of him would always be glad he did because no matter what, now he knew what your lips felt like on his.

"Yeah, I get it... Our friendship is the most important thing to me too," you said, but you couldn't stop your eyes from lowering to James' lips. He was too close to you, you could smell his cologne every time you breathed, feel his body heat tickling your side. You couldn't think straight, only feel the devastating weight of longing to feel his lips on yours. If you concentrated hard enough you could still taste his mouth and feel the ghost of his fingers caressing your hips.

James didn't miss the way your eyes locked on his lips, unconsciously leaning closer and closer to you. A rebellious hand slid over your leg, caressing your thigh gently. Your gaze returned to his eyes then and James saw in them a special glow he had never noticed in them before. It was desire. You wanted him. You were as desperate to feel your lips together as he was. And now that he knew it, he didn't plan to leave you wanting for another second.

Once again he took it upon himself to close the little distance that separated you, bringing your lips together in a kiss full of desperation and repressed feelings. And even though this was the third time you had been in that situation that day, this time it felt different. This kiss was not the product of an impulsive decision made in the heat of the moment. No, this was a kiss that was long overdue, the product of the conscious decision of two people who had repressed their feelings for too long. And that made it taste that much sweeter, it made everything that much more special.

And as James lost himself in the warmth of your body wrapped around his he knew that things between you would never be the same again, but that was a good thing.

#james potter x reader #james potter x fem reader #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter imagine #james potter #harry potter imagines #marauders imagine #ro's 600 followers celebration

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stranger-theory · 3 months

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Expand on current narrative that means byler? Because biased based theories aren’t a narrative I could argue a whole theory that Joyce and Karen want to get down and dirty with time and screenshots and easily led “narrative”

Although i'm not as articulate or as expert in expressing my opinions on this as I would like, i'm willing to try my best to explain to anyone who will politely listen.

Quick note: Using "bias" would mean that I treat Byler with higher status, and that I don't listen to any Mileven perspective, even if it's objectively the right one. Both ships have a shot, I just lean to the Byler side, but that doesn't mean i'll never listen to a Mileven. I'm more than open to hear why that perspective makes sense to them.

That being said, the first thing I would like to say is that technically, yes. You could argue that Karen and Joyce would be into something like that. But it's obviously not anything like Byler, specifically considering that there isn't a love triangle situation going on between Joyce, Karen, and Hopper.

Again, you are correct in the sense that these are simply theories, and anything can be the outcome at the end of the day, but it's more likely for Byler to happen than Joyce/Karen. The relationship between Mike and Will has been explored far more than an example like that. By that comparison, Byler's chance skyrockets.

-Karen/Joyce haven't had scenes with [tender, emotional music playing],

-Karen/Joyce haven't had the most obvious queer coding,

-Karen/Joyce haven't been confirmed by the Duffers that one has been canonically in love with the other through the whole show,

-Karen/Joyce don't have a famous love triangle where people debate wether or not Joyce wants to leave Hopper for Karen,

-Karen/Joyce aren't being promoted along with the other couples in posters or general media for the show,

-Karen/Joyce are not in a similar situation to Byler.

Now that we've established which is more likely, let's remove the comparison, and talk of Byler generally.

I've always said: there's always a ship for anything. So it isn't really a surprise that there were big Byler stans back in 2016, and I can't count that as proof. What's bigger proof to me is how many people have become stans now. There's such a large community of Bylers on tumblr who genuinely believe they'll end up together, and they're dedicated fans. I've seen this show sixteen times, and the past six watches have given me confidence that they stand a good chance. Their story makes sense to me in a lot of ways, mainly being the general idea for the love triangle.

Let me explain the Byler plot through my lens.

Imagine this: Two best friends since kindergarten. One day, Boy1 meets Girl. Their friend group keeps insisting that they like each other, so Boy1 gives in and says, "Why not? It's all part of growing up anyway, right?". Boy2 becomes jealous and sad that Boy1 is pushing him away for Girl. What Boy2 doesn't know is that Boy1 and Girl aren't the happy couple he thinks they are. Boy1 feels unfulfilled in this relationship, and he feels strange about his friend. In hopes that these feelings leave, he pushes Boy2 further away. Because of obvious tension, Girl confronts Boy1 about why he can't say "I love you". And it's simple. He can't say what he doesn't mean. Friends don't lie. Girl and Boy1 know they aren't in love, but for the sake of normality, they pretend. (Next is my idea of after canon) They eventually talk about everything, and feel at peace. They become best friends who want nothing more. Boy1 grows more comfortable with his feelings for Boy2, and they even flirt sometimes. Something dangerous has returned to their small town, and stress is high. Through this stress, their bond is even closer, and they confess the years of feelings they have. Maybe a smooch?? Who knows. They're secret for a bit, but when they tell people, everyone is happy for them. Boys who've been pining for years, but couldn't say anything about it because of heteronormativity(rip), finally have their happy end.

That's a dramatic run down of how I see their relationship going. Again, you don't have to agree, but since you asked, that's how I see it. There are also other things that aren't in the show itself, that I find interesting. They constantly promote Byler along with Jancy, Lumax, and Jopper, meanwhile El always has her own posters/pictures. They use a song between Lumax for a Byler scene (we know how important music is). Mike's top Spotify song is "Smalltown Boy", a song about being gay in a smalltown and wanting to run away so you can be out. There's also "Are Friends Electric?" in the playlist (I think the title explains itself). Honestly there's a lot his playlist says, but those are my top picks for kinda fruity.

ANYWAY, i'm sorry that this was a bit long, i'm just not one who's very good at explaining what I mean with fewer words. I hope you understand better why I see them becoming a thing, and why I wouldn't say it's an unfair bias. I think both have a chance, but this is my take on why this makes more sense to me. Thank you for asking! This took me way too long to write, but I hope it helped.

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Oh yeah, in my head Robin’s coming out swiftly derails into an argument between her and her Mom because “you would disown me, don’t even try to pretend-“

I love the idea of Steve discovering she’s a Summer of love baby and uttering the phrase (or mimicking Melissa calling her a “love child”) when he wants to to shut up.

I also like to imagine, that as exams are coming up, Steve starts coming over and doing Robin’s chores for her in an effort to maximise the time they can spend together. Robin’s parents are convinced that she has bullied him into this somehow and, while initially impressed with her, are getting sick of coming into the kitchen to see Steve trying to pretend he wasn’t washing dishes two seconds ago.

Also, I know you’re a fan of Hop adopting Steve, but hear me out; Robin’s parents occasionally stand in for Steve’s (hospital etc) and Richard amuses himself by telling people they’re Irish twins (he makes himself laugh and that’s what matters). A couple of times he refers to them as “the twins” to Melissa, but it’s when he refers to them as “my twins” in conversation with someone that knows he only has one kid he realises - they kinda have two kid now.

Alternatively, they’re eating dinner, there’s an argument and when Steve buts in at the wrong moment Melissa or Robert automatically (bc they were expecting it to be Robin who was going to argue back) snap “go to your room!”

And Steve, looking out upon, gathers his plate and his glass and without hesitating takes his dinner to eat in Robin’s room (or the guest room, is their house is big enough).

Robin’s only reaction to yell “You’re 19 you Dingus, they can’t boss you around like that anymore!”

Robin arguing with her mom that she would hav totally disowned her and Melissa going "I'd only disown you if you joined the military and committed more war crimes that normal!! and even then it's iffy!! We just wanted you to feel safe!!" while Steve (moral support for Robin) and Mr. Buckley stand off to the side.

Mr. Buckley walking in of Steve looking like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar but he's actually vacuuming the drapes(have never been vacuumed before bc that's a rich people thing to do) is so funny. when asked why he's doing them for her if she didn't blackmail him or something he says "because if I do them when she's at school then she doesn't have to do them and we have more time to hang out 🥺" a la patrick "wait fo you to get back" star.

Listen okay. I am actually a fan of a cold war happening in Hawkins between a select group of adult who are all vying for being seen as parental figures to steve. Hop, Claudia Henderson and the Sinclairs (they're a team), and the Buckleys are all glaring at each other and inviting Steve for dinner and asking if he needs anything. they all think they have the Most Claim over the role lol. Steve is unaware of why everytime he says he's having dinner with Hop Mrs. Henderson invites him over a few days later, or that he says Mrs. Buckley showed hi how to troubleshoot a clogged or leaky sink Hop suggests they go fishing the next weekend, or why Richard Buckley offered to teach him his Nonna's tiramisu recipe when told Sue Sinclair baked date squares with him....

I don't really think steve and robin having a very sibling-like relationship but a few people half-jokingly calling them the twins is funny. like it's their Team Name. they aren't siblings but they're twins do you see this. Will and El are THEE Wonder Twins but Steve and robin are the ""wonder twins"" am i making sense.

#findaanswers #anonasaurus #steve harrington #robin buckley #robin buckley's parents #stranger things #stobin #claudia and the sinclairs are a united front on all issues #Hop is trying really hard not to say he had him first to the buckleys because that's childish #and Claudia will turn it back around on him bc she actually had him first lol.#honestly this is a minor point in RaSEPSM too. battle of wills between claudia and the buckleys for steve's affection

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dragonnarrative-writes · 8 days

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GhostGaz Week - Photograph // “quick, pretend you’re my boyfriend!”

Working with the 141 is always interesting, but not for the obvious reasons. When he’s bragging, Gaz will talk about falling out of helicopters and tracking nukes. But when he’s not indulging his inner adrenaline freak enthusiast, the most interesting thing to Kyle is his team mates.

Price, the fearless leader, who smokes cigars and tosses them away half finished like he gets them for free. Who has strong opinions on beer but drinks whiskey in front of others because he thinks it makes him look distinguished. Who falls in love with every capable woman he meets but is too much of a chickenshit gentleman to say anything because he’s anxious about what people think of him.

There’s Soap, who goes by his nickname everywhere because he hates being one of four to six Johns in any given room. Who has ADHD and acts like it to make people underestimate him. Who has a degree in chemical engineering. Who takes good care of his mohawk because of an agreement he made with some punk kid in his hometown.

And finally, Simon. Simon who learns a lot about people because they talk around him and forget that the Ghost is just a man. A man with a dry sense of humor and an eclectic collection of sci-fi romance novels. A man with a Zune that he pretends to use so he can listen to old-ladies gossip at the library.

Simon who sees something as they're walking into a gallery for an opening party and says, “Quick, pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Kyle doesn’t resist as Simon intertwines their fingers, but he does ask, “What?”

It’s not like they’re inconspicuous right now. Simon’s in an all-black ensemble that accentuates his bulk and sharp angles. It looks elegant, but Kyle knows it has dancing skeletons on the lining. He’s not wearing a skull mask, at least, but instead a black neck gaiter that really rounds out the outfit. Kyle’s own suit is dark gray with a purple shirt and waistcoat. He’s gone all out with his jewelry and makeup, since he’s off duty for once. He knows what they look like, standing next to each other. Heads turn when they walk past. Three separate people stare at their clasped hands before tittering with their cluster of people.

When Simon only hums and squeezes his fingers, Kyle leans in a bit and smiles as he says under his breath. “You know we’ll have to keep this up all night, right?”

Simon brings their hands up to kiss Kyle’s knuckles through black, silky fabric. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles. “’Course, love.”

Kyle knows, deep down, that he didn’t need to say it. One of the most interesting things about Simon is that he commits to the bit. So if he says that they’re pretending to be boyfriends, that’s what he’s doing. He’s probably already made up a back story to tell anyone who asks. There will be loving stares at the side of Kyle’s face in a "candid" photo. He might even ask for a dance. Everyone in the gallery is going to be convinced.

Kyle gives a rueful laugh and shakes his head because he’s too proud to go into bi panic mode over the same man for a fifth time.

@ghostgazweek

#GhostGazWeek #dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #gaz appreciation nation #manic pixie dream ghost #ghostgaz #I might extend this one tbh

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thevanityofthefox · 6 days

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"Your Gloves"

His question caught her off guard, snapping her out of her mental ramblings. She scratched his scalp as usual, his bristles gently caressed between her fingers and over her thighs. Homelander closed his eyes at the sensation.

"Sorry?" Glam Cat questioned.

“Why do you never take off your gloves?” he repeated, “I have never felt your hands without your gloves” he mentions.

“I don't know… It never occurred to me” a banal answer but it works.

He smiles “You're silly” his eyes are now watching her “Take them off” that sounds like an order.

“I don't see it necessary, Mr. Homelander.” He gets up and sits next to her on the couch with that typical smile that keeps her senses alert.

“Take them off” Homelander insists. She swallows, thinking of some lame excuse, her blood traveling quickly through her stream and she knows he can see that. “Please don't make me repeat it, kitty”.

Glam Cat gives up, because she is aware that she can't do anything against him, she brings one of her hands closer to his as if she were giving her soul to the devil, he smiles in gratitude. He strips his own hand, getting rid of his own gloves and proceeds to remove hers.

He slides the leather slowly along her forearm, but her other hand stops him, she holding his wrist tightly, a strength so far incomparable to his, she trembles. Homelander looks at her disapprovingly and as always, she can't stand her rejection, so she lets go of his wrist and allows her to continue against her will.

Her hand is finally free of the leather and the most notable thing he can see is a long scar from the middle of her forearm to the back of her hand that, in his opinion, is disgusting.

“What happened?”

She analyzes his indecipherable expression and the neutral tone of his voice, smiles and forms a fake pout on her lips “A bad kitten scratched me.” He doesn't believe her but decides to pretend that he does, in his head plans to go in search of Glam Cat's files as soon as he has the chance.

“They're horrendous…” His comments hurt more than she would like to admit and she can't help but express it on her face “But I don't care” He rests his face against her hand, the back of it brushing against his skin, she sighs and soon her other hand is also bare. They hands intertwine, for the first time feeling each other's skin.

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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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hihi I had an idea with Joe Liebgott x Nurse where they despised each other in high school and never saw each other again after that. Once the war begins, reader volunteered to become a nurse in aid stations, and one day lieb gets shot in the ass lol and has to go to the aid station where she is. She never imagined he'd become her patient, and he never imagined they'd ever cross paths again, and it feels like they're back in high school all over again

enemies to lovers basically hihi

Goody Part 1 (Joseph Liebgott x Fem!Reader)

OMG This is the best idea. I hope that you like it. This is the first part! More to come after this. As soon as I got this message I dropped everything to write it. I'm so excited for the next part so stay tuned! Also let me know how smutty I can be ahaha. This is based off the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

Mr Lancy drones on, my eyes droop as he speaks. My brain can’t handle all the maths questions on the board. Maths is my least favourite subject for two reasons. One I hate it all the numbers they jumble together and I can never make sense of the questions and two Joseph Liebgott is in this class with me. We don’t get to pick our seats either, Mr Lancy isn’t nice enough for that.

So when I walked in on the first day of the year I took my respective seat from the chart that was pinned to the board, I thought there must be an odd amount of students in the class since everyone had a desk partner except for me. I wasn’t too fussed, I was at the back of the class, so I could get away with doing nothing. The bell rang and in came Mr Lancy, he was calling the roster when Joe strolled in. Oh no! I thought, please don’t be my desk buddy! Joseph Liebgott had a reputation around school for being a miscreant, always getting into trouble. He once gave all the boys in our year the most dreadful skullets in the school toilets. He got suspended for a whole week. They never actually expel him, because he is one of the top scoring students in our year. I have no idea how he is so smart when he makes so many stupid choices. I groan internally as he makes a B-line to my desk. Joe and I have never gotten along, I like to follow rules unlike him and he likes to tease me for it.

“Ugh, I’m with you goody!” I glare at the boy as he slumps down into the seat next to me, using the shortened version of the nick-name he has for me, goody-two-shoes.

“Don’t flatter yourself ass-hat, I’m not pleased to be with you either.” I growl at him, clenching my fists on the desk. No one pisses me off quite like Joe does, I see him and I just want to strangle him.

“Ass-hat, that’s a good one. Where did you come up with that?” I roll my eyes, ignoring his taunting. I know that if I bite we will end up in a fist fight on the floor and I do not need him getting me into trouble.

So everyday I have to deal with the ass-hat that is Joseph Liebgott and maths. I sigh, looking at the clock, come on, how has it only been two minutes since I last checked the time.

“Miss Y/L/N, how about you come up and solve this one!” Mr Lancy calls my name, snapping me from the thoughts, shit! I have not been paying attention at all. Joe chuckles from beside me seeing the panic on my face. I send daggers his way, he pretends to cower back. I plaster a tight smile to my face, and make my way to the front, taking the chalk from Mr Lancy. I stand in front of the board, my heartbeat accelerating, a sweat breaks out across my forehead. I don’t even get the equation on the board. I bit my lower lip, glancing out of the corner of my eye, Mr Lancy stands with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for me to solve the equation. My hand shakes as I raise the chalk, feeling pressured to write something. I shakily drag the chalk down the blackboard, it squeaks making me wince. I cringe, I just wrote one. Someone end my suffering. I plead quietly in my brain. A chortle of laughter comes from the back of the room, everyone turns to see Joe bright red in the face dying from a fit of giggles. I scowl at him as he wipes tears from his eyes.

“Well if you think you can do better Mr Liebgott, by all means come up.” I sigh from relief, putting down the chalk and walking back to my seat, I pass Joe who makes his way to the front, he chuckles again as we pass. I clench my fists, don’t punch him. I take a breath trying to control my hatred. I sit down as Joe saunters to the front. He picks up the chalk erasing my shakey one with his hand. He solved the maths problem quickly. Turning and grinning at the class, some of the girls let out dreamy sighs. I roll my eyes. He makes eye contact with me, raising his eyebrows, giving me his signature smirk. I control myself from slapping the smug look off his face as he comes and sits down next to me again.

“Aw goody, you’ll get it next time.” He teases.

“Fuck off!” I say lowly. He chuckles again, knowing how to really get under my skin. I swear he takes pleasure in just pissing me off.

Last day of the year, and we would’ve graduated high-school. I walk with my friends as we collect our year books. We look through the photos, laughing at the terrible ones that were submitted. We all sign each other’s books, writing cute notes to each other about how we will miss each other and how we need to stay in touch. I sit reading all the notes left for me, smiling down at my book. It’s ripped from my hands, I gasp looking up to find a smirking Joe. I groan out loud.

“Give it back ass-hat!” I say standing, maybe this is the day I finally punch this guy in his big nose.

“Aww how sweet!” He mocks pouting, reading all of the messages written.

“Joe! Give it back, or I swear!” I say louder, stepping forward to grab the book from him, but he moves quickly away and holds the book over his head out of my reach.

“Or you swear you'll do what?” He taunts. I raise my foot, harshly stomping on his toes. His smug look replaced with pain. He drops his guard, I take my chance. I leap up grabbing my book from his hand, not realising he is only standing on one foot. He loses his balance as I jump on him. We topple backwards, landing in a heap on the ground. I look down at our position, I straddle his torso, our faces very close together as we both grip the year book in our outstretched hands. I pant in his face, our eyes locking briefly. Before we both snap to our senses.

“Oh god!” I shout, as he pushes me off him. “Get off me goody!” I take my yearbook back.

“Jesus if you wanted to get into my pants, all you had to do is ask!” His smug grin returned.

“Gross, I would never.” I hissed in his face. “Me either!” he retorts with the same energy.

That was the last time I saw the dreaded Joseph Liebgott. After I finished high-school, I went to university and studied to be a nurse. I got my degree and got a job in the hospital. I had only been working for a year before Japan bombed Pearl Harbour. I had wanted to help so I volunteered with a few of the other nurses I was working with. They had scooped us up immediately needing all the help they could get. Before we knew it we were on a boat to Europe, to help the soldiers. We had been assigned to the aid stations close to the front, where the medics sent back their men to be treated and then moved back onto the front again. It was hard work, the men that came in were often in very bad shape, needing assistance immediately. We only had one doctor and very limited supplies. So most of the decisions being made were by the nurses. I liked it, it made me think, tested my limits. Sometimes it tested them a bit too much though. Not everyone can be saved, no matter how hard you try, or go over the scenarios in your head each time, thinking of something you could’ve done differently. After a while the thrill got old. It was more heartbreaking than anything. But the nurses kept each other spirits high, if we were down the men could tell which brought down morale too. We weren’t just here to heal them of their injuries but support them. I always put on a smile, made small talk with the men, built rapports so they felt safe.

Eugene Roe, the medic for Easy company, came into the aid station with other men carrying a soldier on a stretcher.

“Hey Gene!” I chirped to the man as I finished tending to one of the patients.

“Hi Y/N!” He smiled back at me, turning around to tell the men to put the soldier on one of the beds.

“What have we got today?” I said as I approached the medic.

“You’re gonna love this, it’s another ass wound.” He chuckled. I sigh, the men of Easy company have a way of getting their asses shot. It had become an inside joke between Gene and I, we said that it’s because when they were lying down flat that their butts were still higher than their heads, because they’re so juicy.

“Easy men I swear.” I grin looking down at the patient who lay on their front. I bent down looking at the dressing Gene had put on, the man’s pants had been ripped open for Gene to get at the injury.

“Any pain meds?” I asked, lifting the dressing. A fairly deep graze was on the left cheek of the man’s behind. Like the bullet had just skimmed the top of it.

“No, he's a tough one.” Gene replied, giving the man a pat on the back.

“Damn right I am!” I froze, my hands stilled. Not moving, my eyes glanced at the face of the injured man. That nose was unforgettable.

“Joseph Liebgott!” I uttered. Joe craned his head around to look at me.

“Goody?” A shocked look dawned his face.

“You two know each other or something?” Gene asked, watching the interaction.

“Ugh out of everyone, why did it have to be you!” I groaned, not replying to Gene.

“Oh like I’m so thrilled!” Joe retorted in a sarcastic tone. “We went to high-school together, she was a pain in my ass.” Joe looked at Gene answering his question.

I scoffed, “Pain in your ass, I doubt it. He was a nightmare, Gene. Always up to no good.”

“Oh I could imagine that. Well I will leave him in your care then, Y/N.” Gene patted me on the shoulder as he made his way to the door.

“Gene, don't leave me here with her! She might try to kill me!” Joe cried, reaching for the leaving medic who just laughed at Joe.

“You’ll be fine, Liebgott, she’s a great nurse.” Gene called to him, giving us a cheesy grin before ducking out of sight.

“I’m not going to kill you Joe.” I rolled my eyes at his antics.

“You tried to kill me in high-school.” Joe protested.

“Yeah well this isn’t high-school. So turn around and let me do my job.” He groaned but did as I asked, burying his head into the pillow and letting out an audible groan.

I got to work, cleaning his wound. I washed out the laceration with clean water, cleaning around the peri-wound as well. It was deep enough to be packed, so I cut my gauze and packed it into the wound.

“Ouch!” Joe groaned. His butt cheeks clenching.

“Sorry, hold still.” I said as he squirmed under my touch. I finished the last of my packing, then placed a clean dressing over the injury. “I’ll go get you some new pants.” I scurried away to get some fresh pants for him. I returned with new pants, giving them to him, before closing the curtain and letting him change. He pulled back the curtain, looking ready to leave.

“Where are you going?” I asked him, as I moved from another soldier’s bed.

“Well you fixed me up so I can go.” Joe said, trying to move past me, I blocked his path.

“We haven't discharged you yet. You will need to stay until it heals fully.” I informed him.

He didn’t look pleased with me. “But it’s fine!”

“Well no, I have packed it and that needs to be changed daily. So you can’t leave. And no before you say it, Gene cannot do it in the field.” I interrupt him, seeing the thought in his mind before he can say it.

“Tell me Joe, what do you do in your foxhole most of the day?” I ask the man trying to get my point across.

“Sit.” He replies, looking confused.

“Exactly, you sit. That wound on your butt, that you sit on, will not heal if you go back to the front.” I explained to him, “Plus, because it’s on your ass, there is a greater chance of infection. So no, you’re not leaving until we say so.” I raise my eyebrows daring him to speak. He gives me a tight lipped smile, sighing loudly. He lies back down on his bed.

“Can you do a double tonight?” Mary asks me with puppy dog eyes. I glance at the clock, I’m supposed to be finishing in about ten minutes and I was so excited to go to sleep.

“Why can’t you do the night shift?” I ask her.

She blushes, becoming sheepish. “I have a date.” She grins at me. I know exactly who she is going on a date with as well, one of the soldiers that she tended to last week. They both became infatuated with each other, she didn’t leave the hospital that whole week, begging to do all of the night shifts so that she could stay with her lover boy. She even did one of my shifts for me, I had the whole day to lie in bed and do nothing. So I suppose I owe it to her. I nod reluctantly, as she grins clapping her hands together.

Night shift isn’t always too bad, most of them men just sleep and sometimes we have people brought in. But due to poor visibility at night, nothing much really happens to warrant a trip to the aid station. But today I feel extra exhausted, because I was fighting the whole time with ass-hat. Every time I turned around I found his eyes on me. Watching me like a hawk. He would smirk at me, while I sent daggers back. He was back to his old antics of winding me up and it was driving me up the wall. All I had wanted to do was go home and lie down. Now I had to stay and listen to him snore peacefully in bed, while I stayed up all night.

I sat catching up on the notes for the day. They were normally brief due to having no real down time to finish them all since we were always so busy and understaffed. I sat tapping my pencil to paper trying to think of what happened to the particular patient I was writing about. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to the sleeping Joe. A candle dimly lit the room so I could make out his face in the dark. He lay on his back snoring quietly. His brown hair tousled slightly on his forehead, a relaxed expression on his face, I hate to admit it but he’s very handsome. Only when he isn’t pestering me, I think I could get used to a sleeping Joe, he doesn’t drive me nuts in this state.

I sat staring at the clock, willing it to be 0700 so that I could leave and get some sleep. My eyes drooped as I propped my head up on my hand. Mary arrived early, bursting into the room all excited. I grinned at the young girl, as she made her way over to me. I was eager to hear how her date went with the soldier. She kept me company while waiting for the next shift of nurses to arrive telling me about her night.

“And then he lent in and kissed me.” She almost swooned out of her seat. I laughed watching her. “Oh Y/N it was so romantic, truly!” She lent in closer whispering, “I think I’m in love.”

“Steady on Mary, it was only your first date.” I cautioned the young nurse. But all she did was grin at me. I shook my head, laughing at her again.

“Y/N we need you to stay on just for a little while longer.” Dr. Johns told me, my smile dropped. I nodded reluctantly, knowing they needed me. I did my round leaving Joe till the end. He lay on his stomach reading a comic he had borrowed off of one of the other soldiers.

“Morning Joe.” I said sleepily, not really in the mood for his smugness.

“Morning goody.” He grinned, turning to look at me, his face dropped. He tilted his head assessing me. “Have you been here all this time?” He asked, looking at my face. I’m sure the bags under my eyes gave away my lack of sleep. I nodded barely able to keep my eyes open.

“I just need to change your dressings, can you pull your pants down for me.” I asked, he looked like he was going to make a snarky comment but bit his tongue, doing as I had asked. I removed the previous dressing, cleaned it and then packed it again and applied a new dressing over top. He pulled his pants back up after I was done, rolling onto his side. I didn’t get up immediately, enjoying the softness of his bed. I felt myself nodding off, I put out my hand to steady myself, leaning onto my elbow. My eyes won’t even open. I feel a tug, as my arm is pulled from under me, I fall onto the bed. I feel gentle hands place a pillow under my head. I sigh, feeling comfortable. The bed moves, I hear the sound of the curtain being pulled. The bed dips again, someone takes a seat beside me. I don’t hear much after that, I fall fast asleep.

“Goody.” Someone shakes my shoulder. I blink, raising my head from the pillow. I look up to find Joe lying beside me, one hand on my shoulder the other grasping the comic. I am positioned awkwardly on the bed lying half way down the mattress, curled into a little ball. “I let you sleep for an hour, but people are looking for you.” Joe informs me lying back on his pillow, and continuing his reading. I rub my eyes and yawn. Joe let me sleep on his bed. I’ve been asleep for an hour SHIT!

“Oh shit!” I say springing up from my position. I fix my hair and uniform, straightening out the creases in my dress. I pull back the curtain, trying to make it look like I didn’t just fall asleep on a patient’s bed for an hour.

“A thank you would be nice.” I hear from behind me, as Joe stares at me waiting.

“Thank you Joe.” I smile and leave quickly to try and find the other nurses. The rest of the shift is a blur. I don’t think I would’ve made it without the nap Joe let me have. It was so busy I didn’t even get a chance to sit down and they were supposed to let me leave after the morning but they insisted I stayed since it was so hectic, I didn’t have a choice but to stay. I finally gather all of my stuff and head for the door, passing Joe’s bed on my way out.

“Bye Joe.” I say as I leave, not really thinking too much about it.

“Why are you being so nice, Goody?” I hear him pipe up. I sigh and smile as I turn to face him.

“I can be nice, Joe.” I state.

“I don’t know, I don’t like it. What are you up to?” He squints his eyes at me looking suspicious.

“I’m not up to anything!” I counter, “I’m just too tired to have to fight with you.” Without giving him the chance to reply I leave quickly, saying goodbye to the other men on my way out.

#ass-hat #goody #hehe #are we about to kiss rn?#we love the bickering #like an old married couple #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers #joseph liebgott #i hope you all enjoy #enemies to lovers

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bhaalbaaby · 6 months

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hiya! prompt for the ask game chain - could you please write something for the line "Do you really think that of me?" Astarion/Tav (male, if you're comfortable, or gender-neutral, please🥺) Have a great day!✨

Title: Heaven (1947 words) Pairing: astarion/tav Warnings: gn!reader, party games, fluffy with angst towards the end A/N: i went more gender neutral since i don't have a male tav with astarion right now, but i hope you enjoy it!!

Read on AO3!!

The tension at camp is high. There's a mysterious person in the artifact Shadowheart possesses and it just happens to be Githyanki. The wizard is a ticking time bomb, and the magistrate is a rogue and a vampire? Tav's mind swims as they think of their merry band of misfits. If they don't do something quickly, they may not make it to Moonrise Towers in one piece. Ceremorphosis won't take them, but a "friendly" blade will.

Wyll and Karlach approach the campfire, smiling just as warmly as Wyll clears his throat. "Friends, gather round. We should do something to relax our minds just for a moment. We don't know what we will face once we reach the Shadowlands."

Karalch nods as she sits down. "It'll be hard fighting out there if we're fighting each other." The unexpected allies are the only ones that make sense to Tav as they nod, flashing a grateful smile to the Warlock as he sits next to Karlach.

Astarion scoffs, sauntering over, "My version of fun, and your versions of fun might be a bit juvenile, darlings, but let's see what you have to offer." He sits next to Tav, resting his hands on the ground as he leans back. Tav mimics him unconsciously as their pinkies almost touch, shoulders brushing. He pretends not to notice as he watches Gale sit next to him, rubbing his beard. "I may have a few games from Waterdeep we can do as well."

The others filter in, glares shared by Shadowheart and Lae'zel with more mutual hesitation on what Karlach and Wyll have prepared for them.

Karlach is practically buzzing as she holds an empty bottle in her hands. Tav makes a face. "Let me guess, Spin the Bottle? 7 Minutes in Elysium?"

Wyll gently nudges Karlach with a quiet 'I told you so.'

"There was a game in Avernus that the Cambions liked. Slap or Kiss. Spin a bottle and you can either slap the person or kiss them." Karlach explains.

Lae'zel's eyes light up at the rules. "We should do this game. If it lands on Shadowheart, the violence will be sanctified."

"Why wait?" Shadowheart snaps back, her ponytail whipping. Halsin chuckles, watching as Tav stands to be the mediator. "You have any other ideas?" They ask, frustration building.

Wyll nods, "Yes. It's a game about truth. Could clear the air." Tav relaxes as Wyll explains the rules, handing everyone scraps of parchment and quills. For a moment Tav wonders how they have enough ink pots and quills until they remember how much they pick up when they're out. It must have slipped their mind.

The rules are simple. Everyone will write truths and lies about themselves and everyone will guess what is the truth and to whom it belongs. Wyll stresses that they cannot write about others, causing a ch'k and an eye roll from Lae'zel and Astarion.

Tav hopes everyone will follow the rules, hoping for a night of fun and laughter as they patiently wait for the others to finish with their truth and a lie.

Astarion leans over, his lips brushing against their ear. "I'm sure you'll guess mine correctly, darling," He purrs in their ear, his cooler hand on their back. Tav smiles as their heart stumbles over itself, and the pressure. They had to do their best now, no bullshitting.

"Astarion, you should go first," Wyll says, a dashing smile on his face.

"Why? Shouldn't you?" Astarion crosses his arms, fake pouting.

"Oh, well because your name begins with an A, I figured that would be the smartest option, but we can start at the end of course. I don't mind."

Tav admires how level-headed Wyll can be, needing it to rub off on them so they can handle all these personalities. He picks up the bowl they tossed their scraps in, clearing his throat before he starts speaking. "Clive is the relic I have of my parents." His voice softens as he glances at his friend. "Aww, Karlach, is that true?"

Her cheeks deepen in color as she nods. "Damn, I should have gone a little more elusive on my truth, huh?"

"I'm sorry to hear that Karlach. However, a bear no matter the size is noble. You should cherish Clive." Halsin chimes in, stopping himself from patting her on the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, now I'm embarrassed. Someone else goes now."

She says waving away the attention as Wyll hands Shadowheart the bowl. She grimaces as she pulls out a paper, reading it silently first. "My favorite color is yellow. This is incredibly vague and boring." Her eyes cut to Halsin.

"It could be any of us," Gale chimes in, a big smile on his lips. "Is you then?" Tav asks, a little surprised. Everything he wears is purple.

"Ah, no. I didn't write it either, unfortunately. I wouldn't surprised if it's Lae'zel's or Astarion's."

Lae'zel shakes her head. "I didn't write anything as meaningless as my favorite color and if I did, it would have been red like the dragons of Tu'narath."

Astarion clicks his tongue as he nods, "Both of mine are also more interesting than a color. I do agree with Lae'zel on the color but for more sanguine reasons."

Lae'zel rolls her eyes. "We do all know that, Astarion. Just like we know you're a vampire. If you wrote that as your truth, then you are no better than this color nonsense."

He scoffs as he turns to Tav to defend him. Tav gives him a nervous smile, "You didn't write that you're a vampire right?"

He flails his hand about, "There are other things about me than my vampirism." He sits up, shaking his head, "It's obviously one of Halsin's. It's boring enough."

Tav frowns as Halsin laughs, so much energy going around the circle. "How did you figure me out?" He asks, sitting forward.

"I figured because you turn into a bear. Something about honey." Shadowheart replies, handing Karlach the bowl next.

"You are as keen as you are beautiful," Halsin says, bowing his head slightly towards her.

Shadowheart laughs, covering her mouth with her hand and a new blush that creeps around her neck.

Karlach smiles as she reaches in, grabbing from the bottom. "Right, now where were we? Here we go: I prefer Blingdenstone Blush over most wines. It's a treat." She beams as she looks towards Shadowheart. "I know this is a lie for you because you told me you liked Stagswift."

Shadowheart smirks as she raises her glass to Karlach, "Smart girl. I do like Blingdenstone, but something about that tonic."

"If I remember correctly, monasteries carry it heavily," Gale chimes in.

"Perhaps that's why I have a taste for it." Shadowheart muses as Karlach hands Halsin the bowl.

This is going surprisingly smoothly with rarely a verbal argument or physical altercation. Tav shifts their eyes around, guessing who would be the first to be offended by something said.

Halsin picks the first scrap his fingers touch. "Before I read this, I just wanted to say thank you for including me. I know we haven't known each other long, but I do appreciate this. Makes me feel young even just for a moment."

Tav's lips slowly spread to a smile, "Of course. Withers could have joined us too if he wanted." Laughs and disgusted noises come from everyone at the mention of their mysterious skeletal friend.

"He barely tells us what he is. He wouldn't do this," Shadowheart says before taking a sip of her wine. "True, but it would have been funny," Tav adds as Halsin reads his strip.

"I fear I may never be good enough for anyone to truly love me."

A silence falls over the camp as the words resonate. Another emotional one.

Tav looks around checking to see if anyone looks mortified to have their words read out loud. Astarion's gaze is fixed on the moon, a wistful look in his eyes, a million miles away. Maybe it's him? It would surprise them if he chose to get deep during this little game.

They look over at Gale pursing his lips. It matches with what he's told as well with Mystra and his orb.

"Astarion, is this you?" Tav decides, their brows knitting together. Though they keep their feelings for Astarion light, they do care about him more than they have revealed so far. He wouldn't have to worry about how others see him with Tav.

Astarion blinks, coming back to his mind, confusion on his face. "What in the devil do you mean if it's me?" Tav's eyebrows raise as their heart quickens.

"Oh. You just looked sad."

His soft red round eyes sharpen as he scowls. "It's sad that you would think I would be worried about that." His voice shakes slightly as he speaks. Even if it isn't his truth, there is truth there.

"I'm sorry," Tav says holding his hand.

"You should be. Besides, it's obviously Wyll, Mr. Hero himself."

Wyll chuckles as he puts his hand over his heart. "Guilty as charged."

Karlach and Halsin compliment him for what he's done so far as Lae'zel is handed the bowl.

Astarion isn't listening as the game continues, gently squeezing Tav's hand ever so often. He is still offended that they thought that truth was about him, but won't say anything as he ignores Tav's glances. Tav almost leans over to ask if he's alright, but they don't want to bring more attention to it, not in front of everyone at least.

The companions end on a good note however, only small snides are made towards each other, but in jest. They decide to end after all the scraps are read since they'll have an early morning in the Creche.

As they all go to their tents and bedrolls, Tav may have even seen Shadowheart and Lae'zel be cordial, hands close. But it could have been the moonlight playing tricks on their eyes.

Astarion's hand slips into Tav's as they head to their tent. Relief washes over Tav as they turn to their lover. "That went better than expected," Tav says before bringing his hand to their lips and kissing his knuckles.

"Well, it would have been more entertaining if there had been some bloodshed instead of this cute togetherness, but to each their own, I suppose." Astarion rolls his eyes when Tav chuckles.

"We can save that for our battles. We have plenty to come."

"Ugh, I hate when you're right."

Tav steps closer, their previous anxiety coming back. "I'm also sorry for thinking Wyll's truth was yours."

He waves away the apology, "I suppose it can be valid. But…" He holds their face between his fingers, his round eyes pouring into theirs. "Do you think that of me?"

Tav bites their lip, weighing their next words carefully. "I think you deserve the world, Astarion."

He laughs softly as he lets their face go. "Go on," He purrs. Tav can feel a switch within him, the vulnerability being walled off. "And one day, the moment you know you do, without it being for just power, you will have it."

He flares his nostrils before quickly pecking their lips. "You are too sweet. But you have killed my libido with this sweet talk. I shall be to your bedroll later on, as promised, but you will have a good night's rest."

Tav's mouth drops open slightly as Astarion lets them go, walking to his tent.

Tav stays where they are, mind reeling. They shouldn't be surprised and one day he could change. But for now… They won't give up on their hope that he will realize it soon.

tags: @tragedybunny @spacebarbarianweird @razrogue @thedancingbun @celestialomlette

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #baldur's gate iii #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #writing #prompts #writing requests #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #astarion bg3

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altocat · 3 months

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Not having a great day today. Can I ask for cute, soft sephgen hc, pretty please

Hope you're feeling better, Anon!

Sephiroth and Genesis are best friends when they're not competing. And this naturally involves the two of them simply enjoying each other's company from time to time.

Every now and then, Genesis simply invites himself into Sephiroth's apartment. Not for any particular nefarious reason. Simply to hang out. Genesis and Angeal are the only ones permitted to enter Sephiroth's place of dwelling, so even if Sephiroth is away, Genesis has free reign over the place. Sephiroth will come back to Genesis lounging on his furniture, reading his books, maybe even playing with his tiny collection of trophies and medals. Sephiroth always grunts, unimpressed, ignoring Gen's smug smile as he pretends to be busy with other things. Genesis doesn't mind, lounging about, sharing the sofa with him as they casually sit together and pretend to be interested in anything OTHER than each other's presences.

Genesis will put the TV on for them while Sephiroth does the daily SOLDIER crossword. Sephiroth will complain that the volume is too high and that if they're going to watch anything, he would rather it NOT be one of Genesis' insufferable soap operas. Genesis pointedly replies that they're not watching the news, if that's what he's requesting--Sephiroth IS the news. So they sit like that for a bit, Genesis gradually getting more invested, shaking Sephiroth's shoulder whenever something particularly dramatic happens. Sephiroth will pretend not to be interested, but will make offhand comments as he peers over his magazine from time to time.

Eventually, it gets later in the evening. Rather than address the elephant in the room that typically goes hand in hand with two closely bonded men being uncomfortably domestic with each other in one's private apartment, Genesis will coax Sephiroth out for a bit of drinking. Sephiroth huffs and puffs and makes a big show about how they have early drills tomorrow, but Genesis just laughs and tugs him along anyway. They get completely sloshed and end up breaking into Rufus Shinra's private rooftop pool, spending the next several hours paddling challengingly around each other, always close to fighting but never quite close to saying how they feel. They end up overlooking the city together from the railing of the poolside, staring down at the bright lights below, at the Upper Plate's brightly reflected spectacle against the moonlight.

Genesis glances at Sephiroth only once, regarding him thoughtfully. He feels the uncomfortable swirl of conflict in his chest. His hands move hesitantly before relenting, falling back at his side. Sephiroth's green eyes are luminous in the dark. He looks like a walking constellation, pale skin glowing like starlight. He senses Gen's eyes but says nothing, his gaze fixed forward, jaw clenching. They just stand in silence for a while. Just long enough before the night guards catch them and they have to clumsily make a run for it.

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #crisis core #sephcanons #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #sephgen #genseph #sephesis

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personasintro · 2 years

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Mutual Help | 14

❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; In order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires - he calls it a mutual help

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