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sh1-n0bu · 1 month

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♡︎ 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 ♡︎

characters: sub!gallagher x nb!dom!reader

warnings: usage of aphrodisiacs, exhibitionism, slight dumbification, thigh riding, dry humping, begging, cumming untouched, gallagher being an old man loser, just a mini drabble guys. nothing big (i say as i write down 1,7K words)

notes: @lufenianwol you knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me gallagher’s leaked idle animation didn’t you, you gayyyy🫵🏳️‍🌈 (im gay too😔)

sigh…

another day, another long work of hunting down criminals or outlaws who came to penacony uninvited and detaining them. the most time gallagher could ever get to de-stress were behind the bars, mixing up a drink his customers asked for or when with you. you were a fellow bloodhound, a high ranking one too, so never had enough time to spend some quality time with your tired lover.

but today, you wanted to be a little mischievous. and what was that on your mind? you slipped just a teeny weeny bit of aphrodisiacs into his usual alcohol in his personal flask of course! just a little. maybe a pinch or two. a bit of a sprinkle of magic as a gift.

or maybe even a whole mini bottle. but you won’t say it until your tired lover comes crawling over to you, huffing and puffing, whining whimpering as he begs for your help at “restocking” some of the alcohol at the backrooms.

at the other end of the bar, you watch with a barely hidden smirk whenever your lover takes a sip from his personal flask during his break times. each time he does, getting more and more intoxicated in the taste. you purposely chose one that tasted delicious and soft on the tongue, a way to reward him for his hard work of running after criminals and preparing him for what was about to happen.

he started out strong, as expected of a bloodhound officer. barely felt it, focusing on work, wiping a glass or two, mixing up a drink. but the more he drank from his flask, the more you noticed it. the little stuttering over his words, the slight flush in his cheeks, the jumpy way he reacted whenever you passed by him with a hand on his waist or lower back. that bulge in his pants. that damn delicious bulge that you love to bully.

shaking your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you focus back on work to wipe the bar clean and serve the customers drinks and desserts of their liking. you and gallaher were a good pair to serve amazing cocktails after all.

finally, the rush hour had ended, meaning fewer customers. the fewer there are, the more noticeable gallagher’s show of being affected by the little sprinkle of magic became. at first, he tried to play things off as signs of cold, or just the warm and low lighting of the bar being the reason his cheeks are pink. hell, he even coughed a few times to make his act believable. believable to the nosy customers but never to you.

“[n-name]…” the man barely manages to muffle his whimper when calling out your name, low lidded eyes, hazy vision and slightly shaky hand tugging on your necktie. you hum, turning to him with a raised brow as if you weren’t the reason behind this panting mess in front of you.

“yeah? what’s up?” you ask, putting down the bottle on where it’s supposed to be as your hands come to rest on his waist. the rush hour just ended, the bar still had a few customers but they were either too drunk to care nor engrossed in their own sob life stories to share you two a glance. and gallagher was damn glad for it too.

“w-we, ahem, need to head to the backrooms. we’re running out of some beers and fizzy drinks in the fridge” he quickly clears his throat, hoping that no one had caught onto his little stuttering. you did, of course. you would catch onto anything your lover says or does. even the tiniest things. such as how he was trying to make it seem like an innocent half-hug when you could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he pushes his crotch against yours, hoping to conceal it while also giving you a little heads-up.

as if you needed the heads-up.

“alright. you can go first, i’ll come after you once i wipe my hands” you nod your head, watching as your lover disappears behind the door with a sign that read “staff only”. it was cute how gallagher was so trusting of you, never even thought for a moment how you could have been the one to drug his flask of alcohol. though, judging from his cloudy eyes and stuttering, you could guess that he could barely even think to begin with. how adorable of him.

soon enough, you follow after the steps of your lover, walking into the “staff only” part of the bar and later onto the door with the sign “backrooms”. the pretty decent sized dark room where the bar keeps their ingredients and drinks. the same exact room where your lover pushes you against the wall the moment you entered, shaky hands fumbling with the buttons of your button down shirt as he humps his hardened cock against your crotch.

“woah woah, puppy. easy now. what’s going on? i thought we needed to restock on our drinks?” you ask, feigning innocence as your hands rest over gallagher’s shaky ones, stopping his fumbling and managing to catch his attention for a minute. he looked so dumbfounded. bottom lip on the brink of bleeding due to his chewing, panting, cheeks flushed a pretty red as his dilated eyes try to focus on you. you swore he looked like he was almost on the brink of crying with how damn pathetic he looked.

“c-can’t… [name], please, help me… ‘s so hot, tight. stupid pants mmngh!” gallagher only moans, tripping over his own words in a jumbled mess as he tries to find some sort of relief for his poor aching cock. looking down, you could briefly make out a dark small patch at the front of his pants. he was so drugged that he couldn’t even tell that he was staining his own clothes with his precum. so cute.

you only hum in response, not bothering to do as he pleads as your hands rest on the fat of his ass, massaging them gently. he only whines, slurred words of how he wanted your hands on his cock falling out as he squirms in your hold. lowering yourselves down to the floor of the room, you shift gallagher on top of you to ride your thigh instead. flexing the muscles in them to make it easier for him as he whimpers at the feeling.

immediately, the man started to hump your thigh. salacious mewls falling out of his lips as he doesn’t even try to silence his loud noises, only dumbly trying to relieve himself as he rubs his clothed cock on your thigh. you could see the dark patch in his pants getting bigger, darker the more he rides your thigh. if he had his dick out, he would probably leave a mess all over your clothes.

“shh shh, puppy. the door isn’t locked, remember?” you chuckle, reminding him of where the two of you were getting naughty at. it was so cute to see his eyes perk up at the sound of your voice. more specifically, whenever you called him puppy. he really did lived up to that nickname, looking like a cute pup as he bites down on his lip.

one of your hands travel up to his chest, opting to play with his perky nipple as he let out a loud squeal at that. his chest was always so sensitive, making him let out the most delicious whimpers each time you roll, pinch or tug at the hardened nub. being so mean to not slip your hands under the opening of his button down shirt at the front, playing with his nipples over the harsh fabrics of his clothes instead. he just wanted your touch on him to relieve the ache pooling in his belly, would you be so mean to deny him of his wishes?

apparently, you would. the hand on the soft fat of his ass moving to rest over his hip, helping him hump his cock on your thigh as your other hand continue their brutal assaults on his chest. poor gallagher, can't even form a single word as his pleads fall out of his swollen lips in a jumbled heap of mess. you could barely make out your own name from it. the words sounding so muddled up as if the bloodhound officer couldn't tell the difference between reality and his drug induced feelings.

"[n-naaammmeee]... sniff pleasheee fuunnghh fucck!! p-pleashh pleaash pleeaasshee♡︎!! ungh!! guuunnhg♥︎♥︎! p-pretty pleaaseee♡︎?" gallagher whines helplessly, stuffing his flushed face into the crook of your neck as his movements become more sloppy and frantic. he was so close to cumming already, it was just so cute to see how easily someone who is apparently always in control to crumble over with just a little bit of thigh riding. and some sprinkle of magic added to the mix.

in an attempt to muffle his loud moans and stuttering of his breath, he hastily lowers the collar of your own button down shirt just a little bit more. just enough so he could bite down over the old, healing bite mark of his so he could attempt to muffle his pathetic noises. you only coo out in a mocking tone, calling him by that nickname again as you tug on his nipple through his shirt as debouched cries of your name falls from his lips over and over like a mantra. gallagher sounded like one of those old, broken down radios that only replay a single song that sometimes is in the bar.

with a final thrust and a meek little bounce on your thigh, gallagher releases into his clothes. the magenta red hue of his pants turning a darker shade as his cum pools into the materials of his pants, staining it as some of the translucent liquid drips down onto your pants. you could just wash them out later.

"done with your little show, puppy?" you ask, the hand on his hip squeezing a bit to snap him out of his hazy mind. instead, you got a shake of his head, his stubble lightly tickling the skin of your neck in the process.

"wan' more... wan' you♥︎" he mumbles, delirious and drooling, as he humps his still hard cock against your crotch, indicating what he craved so desperately. maybe next time you should check the dosage you put into his drink if he's gonna be drugged this heavily by such a small amount.

#nobu.writes #sub hsr #sub honkai star rail #sub!hsr #sub!honkai star rail #sub character #sub!character #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr x reader smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #sub gallagher #hsr gallagher #gallagher x reader #gallagher smut #x dom reader #dom reader #dom!reader

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fluffylino · 5 months

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soft!hyunjin

you never liked arguments

-very fluffy, pure fluffiness

water ran down your body. you didn't like this feeling that you felt. nothing made sense anymore. your mind was a mess.

arguments.

you despised it so much because of how your parents were.

unecessary. things could be cleared quietly without shouting and getting angry with eachother. it reminded you of your father. his harsh words. the shouting. the swearing. the silent treatment.

although what hyunjin did was minor. he would never curse at you or call you names regardless of whether he was annoyed.

what happened today was a mistake. it had escalated to the point that hyunjin was ignoring you. at this point you couldn't even blame him. maybe you were being emotional. but it did bring back bad memories of arguments.

you hadn't even realised your breath had got stuck in your throat. tears blurred your vision. your head felt light as the water became hotter. steam filling up the bathroom.

"baby!" hyunjin yelled, kicking the door open. you hadn't even heard him. his hand tugged you out, before you could even comprehend anything.

"thank god you left the door unlocked. i was searching for you"

he pulled you flush against him. you couldn't hold your tears in anymore.

"I don't like this, i hate it" you sobbed out, shaking against hyunjin's body that was embracing you.

"i'm sorry, my angel...i'm so sorry my sweetheart" you could feel the pain in his voice. you couldn't help it. everything was triggering and you were unable to control your emotions.

"i don't want to fight. i can't...it hurts"

without caring, he pulled you out not bothering if you were naked. he sat you down on the counter near the sink. your legs dangled down, and he wasted no time to hug you. not bothering that his clothes were getting wet.

"its okay you're okay we're okay" hyunjin reassured, his arms wrapped around you. his fingers stroking your back.

"breathe baby..i'm here" he whispered, pulling his head back to wipe your tears.

"we're never arguing again" you shivered, suddenly hit with a cold draft. you wrapped your legs around his hips.

"im cold hyunnie" you muttered, voice cracking while pushing yourself against his body. he was warm and his soft shirt felt nice against your bare skin.

"lets shower together, hm" he suggested, hands steadily holding you. he rubbed your bare back soothingly. you couldn't bring myself to nod, instead opting to try and look at him.

his eyes were teary and his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"my pretty baby, don't cry please. i'm sorry" he kissed your forehead.

"i'm so stupid. please forgive me." hyunjin softly pecked your nose.

a small gesture that made your heart hurt with how genuinely heart felt he was being. carefully he carried you, making you stand under the shower. it was perfect. you watched as he took his soaking wet shirt off and tugged his pants and everything else off. hurriedly stepping into the shower. to be as close to you as possible. his body pressed against yours in the misr intimate lovely way possible.

"my gorgeous darling" you cried harder when he cupped your face to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

"i'm sorry...i'm sorry for not talking to you. it was childish and dramatic of me to do that"

"i'm s-sorry too" you mumbled. maybe you were being a teeny weeny bit emotional.

"i'm the one whose sorry baby...you did nothing wrong"

another kiss to your face. the water was hot against your skin but his body provided you with a warmth that reached your heart.

"I love you so much, my love...please never forget that"

#pls i need a hyunjin #you can't tell me otherwise #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin imagines #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz drabbles #soft hyunjin #soft stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids headcanons #skz smut #hwang hyunjin smut #fluffylino works

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nat-20s · 2 years

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speaking as a southerner, northerners are so strong about cold though. i start complaining any time it gets into the 40s (°F)

40s is chilly but not bad. Like mileage may vary on whether or not you could get away with wearing shorts (i probably would if it was like upper 40s tbh) but i consider that light jacket/hoodie weather and i LOVE light jacket/hoodie weather. Maybe a sweater if ur feelin fancy. 30s though it's usually time for a coat

#replies #anon #im still kind of a weenie about cold tbh but less than i am about heat #ive never been PHYSICALLY NASEOUS from being cold u know

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autisticlancemcclain · 4 months

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fic rec friday 56

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Shiro's Skunk Hair Steals Lance's Boyfriend by @bleusarcellewrites

Lance nods, eyes scanning Keith’s face slowly, “I gotta ask, though, do you come here often?” Keith snorts, fondness for this dumbass making his heart to beat faster. “Charming as always, I see.” “I can show you ‘charming’.” Lance says, eyebrows wiggling in a suggestive manner and while the others groan behind them at the line, Keith just smiles. “But before that, I’m a man of honor and I gotta know: are you single?” Keith blinks at the question and suddenly he's laughing. [Or the one where Lance can't hold his alchohol and Keith gives up a Cuddle Night of his boyfriend to be flirted by said boyfriend just for his boyfriend to forget he was already his boyfriend. It's a mess but Keith wouldn't want it any other way.]

yall remember bleusarcelle...remember 2018.....crazy times. anyway. this fic is fun and sweet and dorky, nice to read when you want to forget how bad vld dropped the ball and ruined everything :))

2. Your Love Keeps Me Warm by crystalklances

Keith is giving him a look, contemplating, eyebrows drawn together. Noticing his gaze, Lance looks up, raising an eyebrow. “Are you cold?” Keith asks after a moment of a silent staring contest. “No,” Lance replies. “You should’ve said something.” “I just said I’m not—” But Keith doesn’t listen. Already, he’s shrugging out of his red varsity jacket, and he leans over to drape it around Lance’s shoulders. ---- Or, 4 times Keith is determined to prevent Lance from getting sick, and the time Lance catches a cold after all.

I MISS CRYSTALKLANCES EVERY DAY, BRO. no one got ridiculously soft modern au keith like he did. fuck. but at least most of his works are still on ao3. i like this one in particularly one because its soft and im a weenie but also because its a 4+1 which is my favourite genre of fic ever actually

3. what makes you beautiful by seventies

MMA fighter Keith Kogane is admitted to the hospital and gets KO'd by blue eyes that rival the seas and a crooked grin that knocks the air out of his lungs. It hasn't even been a minute in the ring. It's a world fucking record.

rare blue eyed lance appreciation moment from me (old bookmark lmfao). but jokes aside i do love this fic. i will always always always every day of my life love whipped on sight keith idc. its so so funny to me. its funnier when lance is like oh! this is my rival. we are going to be ENEMIES FUCK YEAH and keith is like oh my god if i dont marry him right now im literally going to die. also this fic has matt just fyi

4. Lance and Keith's guide for how to cure insomnia by crystalklances

Keith has always had trouble sleeping, but never told anyone. When they fall asleep together after a mission by chance, Lance finds out and offers to share his bed to help Keith fall asleep. However, sleeping together every night has unforeseen side-effects for both of them.

from the iconic INVENTOR of the smitten keith tag. soft klance, in canon. touch starved keith. sharing a bed to stop the nightmares. i bought my ticket on the first word of the summary like

5. love you so bad by seyama [EXPLICIT]

Keith and Lance sneak off from a party to go and fuck. That's it, that's the whole story.

this was bantery and silly and fun. and the little argument over who gets to be the little spoon....shockingly tender and so so them ive read this one a fewww times lol

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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kookwashere · 7 months

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No Hard Feelings

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You, the girl everyone wants to be, the girl that every guy wants, the good girl, falls in love with cold, handsome, bad boy Jungkook, you know it's wrong, and one day, you make a bet to Jungkook that you can make him fall in love with you in 4 days.

Warnings: Fluff, angst (tiny weeny bit) smut, language, mentions of violence and death (death not with OC's) Jungkook smokes, Jungkook can kinda be a dickhead at some times (now onto the dirty part 😋) jungkook is rough, oral (f receiving) doggy, some pus-pus slaps and some booty slaps, unprotected sex (stay safe yall) OC'S are both seniors in high school but both 18, enjoy 💕

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You were getting ready in the mirror to go to a normal friday night high school party, you were putting the finishing touches of your makeup on, wearing a black dress with your hair down.

"____, you ready?" Karly asked while grabbing her purse. "Just finishing my lips, almost done." You said not looking away from the mirror. "Okay, well hurry up, don't wanna be late!" She said while walking out the door.

You finished and grabbed your purse, getting into the car, driving to drunk teenagers, the smell of sex and drugs, and stupid activities. You and Karly finally arrived, music was blasting through-out the house, the smell of beer hitting your nostrils almost instantly, but what caught your attention the most, was him.

Him...Jeon Jungkook, the bad boy, who skips classes, smokes inside the bathrooms, and fucks around with girls to end up breaking their hearts. You gulped when you saw him in his leather jacket with black skinny jeans and black boots, his right arm tatted all the way up, from his shoulder to his long fingers you wanted in you so badly.

"Girl, you okay?" Karly asked while putting her end on your shoulder. "Yeah, im fine." You said looking away while smiling at her "Come on, let's get a drink." She said while grabbing your hand, leading you through the crowd.

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Fuck, by this point you lost your mind, the room was spinning, what's your name again? Whatever.

The taste of alcohol still running in your mouth, your feet and legs felt wobbly, like you were going to fall any moment, Karly probably left real quick to see her boyfriend, so here you are, in the crowd alone.

You walked trying to find any place to sit down, your hand on your head, bouncing from wall to wall, until what you bounced on suddenly didn't feel like a wall, it felt firm, warm, and it smelled like fresh cologne, the best kind.

"Well, if it isn't little miss perfect, well, not so perfect right now..." You froze hearing that voice, fuck. It couldn't be...right? You looked up and saw him, oh no.

"Woah, you look fucked, how much did you drink tonight?" He asked holding onto your arms to keep you in place from falling. You put your fingers up counting, and you put 10 fingers up atleast twice. "M-maybe like *hic* 3 or something." You said while licking your lips. "You definitely had way more than 3, where's your friend?" He asked looking around. "I-I have no i-idea *hic*" You felt weightless and leaned into his chest, seeking the closest thing to comfort.

"We need to get you home before you strip on the table, let's go." He said looking at you, observing your drunk state. As soon as you tried to walk, bam. You fell. He sighed and picked you up bridal style, taking you into his car. "____, I need your help. You have to try and tell me where you live so I can take you home." He said after buckling you in the passenger seat. "Uhhhhh, some apartment right by the small convenience store." You said eyes closed. He sighed taking his head in his hands. "This might take awhile." He said while starting the engine.

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"Ok, up the stairs we go, one foot at a time." He said while trying to help you up, finally reaching the door. "____, give me your keys." He had his hand out, waiting. You rummaged through your purse trying to find that thing. "H-here" You put the key in his hand so he could unlock the door. "Lets get you to bed." He said still holding you. He plopped you down on your soft bed, laying you down on your back.

"I guess I need to wipe your makeup off..." He mumbled under his breath, he found a makeup wipe in your bathroom, ever so gently wiping your makeup off, and softly taking your heels off.

He stared at you for a few seconds, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Goodnight, pretty." He whispered before turning the lights off and locking your front door.

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You don't even remember what happened. You woke up with the biggest fucking headache and groaned, trying to sit up.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your makeup has been taken off, and your heels placed beside your bed. Did Karly take you home last night?

Your phone was vibrating by your bed, messages spamming in from Karly.

KarlyFry: omg im so sorry, are you ok?? did u make it home safely???

Me: hey, im home, just woke up, do u remember what happened last night? you gave me to many drinks lol

KarlyFry: not really, i just remember a few things, making out with andrew lol, i remember seeing jungkook carry you out the door too which was crazy, i couldn't do anything about it tho, im sorry girl

Me: ?? jungkook? huh? what? jungkook was the one that took me home?

KarlyFry: ya i guess so, what a gentleman huh ;)

You blushed and smiled at your phone, biting your lip.

Me: Karly i gotta go, make sure to take ur hangover meds, love you

You put your phone down and kicked around on your bed, all giddy and happy. You just had to wait until monday to see him again.

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Monday came around, it was bright and early in the morning and Karly was picking you up for school, you still can't drive, both you and your other friend Namjoon suck at driving, but you aren't called the "God of destruction" Like he is.

"It's cold, huh?" Karly said while turning the heating on in her car. "It's fucking freezing." You said bundled in your jacket. "Lets go, I want to get to class early." You told her while buckling your belt.

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"Fuck, it's so cold in this room..." You tried to huddle up in your chair, your fingers feeling like they would get frostbite. All of a sudden, Jungkook came in and sat down on his assigned seat next to you.

You stared at him, thinking about what he did last night. "Jungkook." You said, trying to catch his attention. He just ignored you and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

"Jungkook, I am talking to you!" You said a bit more louder. "Fuck, what?" He said sighing. "I was just wondering if it was you that brought me home last night..." You said the last part a bit more quiet. "Mmm, nope." he said while popping the P. "Oh come on Jungkook, I know it was you." You said raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.

"Oh really? How do you know?" He said challenged. "I smelt like your cologne, you know, your cologne has a very specific smell, like, I don't know how to describe it." You said shrugging. "Okay...it's kind of weird how you know that." He said awkwardly. "I literally sit next to you everyday Jungkook." You said obviously.

"And that's not even the point, the point is I know that it was you." You exclaimed. He turned to face you fully. "Okay, so what if it was me? You were fucked up and could barely walk, I couldn't just leave you there." He scoffed. "Hmm, maybe you have a little crush on me huh?" You smirked a bit.

"A crush? Really ____? Crushes are for like- middle school girls and boys, I don't do that shit no more, and no I don't." He said. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you do, apparently a lot of boys here want me." You were teasing him a bit, seeing if it did something. "Well, not me." He turned away from you again. "You know, I bet I could make you love me in 4 days." You said in another teasing tone, but you were dead serious.

He looked at you challenged once again. "You have me...what's the catch?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. "There is no catch, it's just exactly what I said." You smiled.

"Do I get something if I fall in love with you or something? Love is for losers." He said. "Uhh, you get an amazing experience with me, and also love is a unique feeling and it isn't for losers, you just think that because you've never experienced it." You exclaimed.

"Okay, fine. 4 days. If you don't do it, i'll tell everyone about your little secret." He whispered the last part in your ear. "Bye, pretty." He said and got up to smoke outside.

What did I just do?

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Day 1

"Jungkook, look- I made lunch for you today." You said cheerfully.

"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He said staring at it. "It's kimchi fried rice you idiot, try it." You said pushing the food towards him. He got some, cautiously putting it in his mouth.

"So, how is it?" You asked. "Wow...this is...surprisingly good." He said and took more bites. "Yeah, I know." You said flipping your hair behind your shoulder.

"You are a great cook, ____." He said smiling a bit. "Oh- is that a smile I see, Jungkook?" You teased. "No, my teeth hurt, that's it." He said sarcastically. "Whatever." You mumbled.

"Hey, ____? Thank you for the food."

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"How the fuck do you cook this without it burning?" He said frustrated. "Jungkook, calm down, here." You came behind him and guided his hands, teaching him how to cook. "Like this, see? Very gently, and while stiring pour in the sugar, very simple." You said softly, knowing he was actually frustrated.

His breathing was going quicker, and you noticed.

"Okay, thank you." He mumbled. "I'm going to take a smoke, wanna come?" He turned to face you. "Sure, just let me wash my hands." You said while turning the faucet on, he nodded and went outside, a couple minutes later you met him out.

You saw him leaning against the wall, inhaling the smoke while closing his eyes, blowing it out. "You know, I see why every guy wants you." He says while puffing out more smoke. "What do you mean?" You say watching him. "Your just like, girlfriend material, but what do I know about that right? Apparently all i've done is fucked around." He sadly chuckles. "You have done some shitty things, Jungkook- But you can still change." You said softly.

"Yeah, thanks ____." He smiled.

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Day 3

"____." His soft but manly voice reached your eyes, catching your attention. "Hm?" You said still focusing on your homework. "Will you help me with this math? This shit is so stupid." He groaned. "You get mad to easily." You giggled and sat beside him. "So you move this number over the 1, then divide that by the number under it." You explained, but he wasn't listening, what caught his attention was the little details on your face, taking it in, memorizing everything.

"Jungkook? Did you hear me?" You asked snapping your fingers. "Huh? What?" He snapped out of it. "I said what does it equal too." You asked pointing at the paper. "O-oh, uhm- 2" He said still trying to get out of the trance. "That's right, good job Jungkook." You smiled at him again. "Math is very hard for me too bec-" You started talking. "You're beautiful." He cut you off.

"I'm what?" You asked shocked. "I said you're beautiful." He said smiling softly. "O-oh, thank you." You shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Of course, Jungkook." You whispered back, smiling.

"No hard feelings right?" He asked looking in your eyes.

"No, no hard feelings." You smiled.

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Day 4

"Jungkook, why are you shaking so much?" You put your hand on his to calm him down. "I've just never actually been on a real date before, like a real one." He said kind of embarrassed. You giggled quietly, thinking it was cute.

"What's so funny?" He furrowed his brows. "Nothing, nothing, it's just kind of cute." You bit your bottom lip to contain your smile. He rolled his eyes, looking away, trying not to show he was smiling.

"Come on, let's go." He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic blanket, some other couples were there but it only felt like you and Jungkook.

"Jungkook, did you do this all yourself?" You asked while looking around, seeing the food and candles. He nodded smiling. "How romantic." You teased.

You both were eating, sharing stories, talking about each other, he smoked a bit and you looked up at the stars, until he turned his attention to you, and layed on his back, right next to you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? So many stars, so many specks in the sky, it's a beautiful galaxy we live in." You whispered. "Yeah...it is beautiful." He whispered looking up at the sky, until he looked at you, and you looked at him.

"I think...I think you won your part of the bet." He said looking in your eyes. "I think im in love with you, you are an amazing, beautiful person, there's no wonder why every guy wants you, I did want you, I wanted you so bad." He said "I want to be there no matter that happens, no matter what comes our way, as long as it's with you, you feel like my home, my life, my heart." He was serious, oh my- "Jungkook..." You said smiling, turning on your side to put your hand on his cheek.

"I love you too, silly. I was getting worried I wasn't doing enough to make you love me." You said laughing. "____, will you be my girl?" He asked holding your face. "Yes, I will Jungkook." You said, face flushed.

••••••••••••••••• "Well, thank you for the date." You whispered, body close to his. He didn't say anything, just looking at your face. "Please let me kiss you." He whispered. You nodded, automatically saying yes. He put both hands on your waist, and leaned in, with your hands around his neck.

Your lips met his, they were so soft, so pink, so kissable. The kiss got more intense when he tilted his head to the side to get better access.

He pulled out, being short of breath. "Do you maybe want to come in?" You asked him softly. "I thought you would never ask." He came in for another kiss, pushing you inside your apartment and slamming the door with his foot.

He kissed you all the way to your room, sitting on your bed and pulling you on his lap. Makeout still happening, tongues touching, spit connecting your lips. "I love your lips, I could kiss them all day." He groaned out.

You smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, touching his abs while kissing him. He slid your shirt off too, seeing your pink lacy bra. "You are so beautiful." He whispered and stared at your body. "Will you let me eat you out, lick your pussy so that you come all over my face and tongue?" He asked while slapping your ass.

"Fuck, yes, yes Jungkook." You said while sliding off your pants and panties. He slowly leaned forward, his hair tickling between your thighs, he gave your clit a gentle kiss, and give it kitten licks, he slowly dragged his tongue up and down your slit, progressively going faster. He closed his eyes as he got comfortable between your legs.

"Mhmm, yes Kookie..." You moaned out. "Kookie? Thats new." He smiled sexily. "Shut up and get back to work." You groaned, and he slapped your pussy, once, twice, thrice. "I'm the boss here, not you." He said growling. "Spread those pretty legs so I can finish eating your pretty cunt."

You listened, and moaned when he ate you out roughly, until you came all over his face and mouth.

"That was perfect." You smiled up at him. "Yeah? Will you let me fuck your tight cunt now?" He said licking his lips. "Yes, Kookie, please." You said gripping the sheets. "Fuck, face on pillow and on your knees. Now." He demanded once again.

You listened immediately, your cunt dripping, waiting for him to fill you up. He spread your ass so he can get a better look at you. "Such a pretty, pretty baby." He muttered. "I'm gonna slide in now, okay baby?" He asked, holding his cock, sliding the tip up and down your cunt, waiting for your response.

You nodded and gripped the sheets when he slid in, you both moaned loud, overwhelmed by the feeling. "Mmm, feels so good." He groaned. He moved his hips back and fourth, ripples on your ass every time his hips made contact with it, balls hitting your cunt.

"J-Jungkook-" You moaned. "I know, I know baby." He said growling out. He slapped your ass again "Such a beautiful girl, my pretty girl likes this huh?" He asked and gave you another slap. "Yes Jungkook, I love it so much!" Your voice muffled by the pillow.

"You close baby, I need to come soon." He said and started thrusting harder. "I-I need to come now-" You moaned out "Hold on baby, hold on." He said grabbing your hips harder, "Come on baby, throw it back on me, FUCK." He growled. Your legs shook as your orgasm him, you lost your vision and your body went numb to pleasure, you forgot who you were.

Jungkook looked so erotic when he came, his back arched, his head thrown back, jaw slacked and eyes closed with furrowed eyebrows, he moaned loudly when he came inside you.

He gently pulled out, breathing heavily, damp hair stuck to his forehead. "I really meant it when I said I love you, you are my whole world now, I won't let anything happen to you." He said still out of breath. You nodded, unable to speak but still smiled, seaking comfort by snuggling on his chest, under the light duvet.

"No hard feelings?" He still managed to ask

"No Jungkook, no hard feelings." You whispered, closing your eyes, drifting off in a wonderful dream, called him.

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vinetae · 1 year

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Hi could I request some fluffy fluff of jungkook getting sick with a bad sneezy cold in the rain because he was playing with bam and girl y/n caring for him or you can make it Ot7 and his brothers find out he is sick and care for him . Just fluffy and comfort im sad these days need some peace .

Aww, I'm so sorry you're feeling down, love. I hope you feel better soon! <3 let me know if you'd like a part 2, or you can request something else 🥰 Thank You for the ask!

(I do not apologize for the smut. I will NEVER apologize for my steamy scenes. Thank you and good day). 😉

My Love - drabble

Genre: F2L, Implied smut, 16+

Warnings: term 'maid' used, heavy make-up session, no confessions, just kissing, Jungkook being stubborn and not following Y/n's rules, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, cute cuddles and lots of banter. (The dialogue makes it seem like enemies to lovers instead lmao).

"Ah! Bam! Bring it back "Jungkook tells out, a 1,000-watt smile paints his cheeks as he chases after the now grown puppy. Your lips curve to a smile, watching your best friend enjoy this beautiful sunny day.

Drip.

Boom.

The thunder struck from nowhere, startling you from your nearly-finished chapter. Hands flying to help your body stand, calling out to Jungkook to hurry up on inside. His body twists, scrunching his nose at the thought.

"Oh come on, Y/n!" It's just water." He chuckles, throwing the orange flying disk towards the little shed placed in the back of land, huffing as Bam had no run towards the tattered porch in search of dryness. Jungkook bends at the knees, snapping and clapping to call the large dog over. He doesn't budge.

"Ah, you two are weenies." His hands throw into the air, acting as if he'd been being filmed for a dramatic scene from a Korean romance TV show. Heavy drops of rain flow down the side of his cheeks, as you watch the cyan blue material of his hoodie darken, being soaked by mother nature's tears. Your lips roll out a heavy sigh, glancing over to the dog who'd been sat near the door, waiting for entrance. Bam and you share a similar look towards the adult child, shaking your head.

"He's an idiot."

And an idiot he was.

The next morning you two had been planning a hike up the nearby mountain, in hopes of getting to seep in a workout for the day. His plan, nor yours. He basically had to beg you to come with him on that 3-hour hike. You're thankful the rain had downed so much, making the hiking trails nearly impossible to grip with your shoes. Now, plan B had been just to wait in the living room, as Jungkook hooked up the system so he could play Overwatch.

Your legs fold inwards, hugging tightly to your body as you scroll on Instagram for the next hour. Only the quiet sounds of morning drips of rain tap the window as well as Jungkook's slight groans of frustration from loosing a match.

"Oh come on! I totally had that headshot!" Hid hands throw into the air, frustrated from not receiving the point he's so earned. Leaning back against the couch, he finds a more comfortable position between your thighs. It hadn't been unheard of for friends to cuddle a bit, especially for you two.

You'd known each other for almost a decade, meeting back in middle school when you'd become a transfer student for Mrs. Choi's class. Jungkook had been quite a shy, quiet boy. Very much the classic 'anime scene where the main love interest sits by the window, tapping his fingers onto the desk, while looking out somberly'. Even though girls had practically been falling to his feet as if he'd been a king, Jungkook still never paid them any mind, and instead quickly flew past them to avoid any confrontation.

That is, until you came along.

Being the transfer student, you'd been just as nervous. Not knowing where to sit, the class schedules, and being in a whole new atmosphere than your old school back in the States had your hands practically glued to the insides of your hoodie. The dress code had become more strict, due to the uniforms every student was mandated to wear.

Crashing into the most notorious boy in class, making the two of you knock into the lockers, hadn't been the most ideal first day of school. You're quick to extend your hand out to offer a helping hand, but he just takes off in the other direction.

After a few months, the halls had been buzzing with rumors of a guy in your class being picked to start training at a small idol company. Not really knowing what all that meant, you shrugged it off. Taking a few steps into class, your feet halt when Jungkook's eyes meet yours. A shy tint of red brushes his cheeks, as he makes his way towards the side, taking a seat.

"Do I scare you?" Your arms swing by yours sides, anticipating the answer. Jungkook's hand comes to rest on his locker handle, eyeing your changed expressions quickly. His voice is soft and small.

"N-No.." he sounded unsure of himself. Your hands press against the locker, sighing in frustration. His body leans away from yours.

"Why don't you like girls?" You question, leaning your head to lower your voice.

"Are you gay?" His eyes widened, choking on an invisible foreign object lodged into his throat. Hand coming to pat his chest, as another wave of blood red hues splotches his cheeks.

"I-I..uh- class." Just like that, he's gone.

It had only been when you two met at the same club one night right after graduation. A few drinks later, and he'd become the life of the party. You, on the other hand, couldn't handle your liquor very well, being bent over the outside of the club, as one of your girlfriend's had been rubbing at your back, holding your hair.

Jungkook stumbles through, eyebrow quivering at the strange scene. His eyes trailing down the lengths of the woman's beautiful figure, admiring the way her little sparkly black dress hugged her curves gently. However, the scene spayed before him had been anything but a turn-on. He'd decided to come help the poor woman, bending over alongside her to give some comfort. It hadn't been until he recognized the little penguin earrings she'd been wearing that he finally realized it had been the girl from his class.

"Y/n?"

The rest had been history.

"You little peice of sh-"

"Jungkook." Your voice, stern and commanding. Bam's ears perk at the sudden outburst of his daddy, hopping down from your side of the couch, nuzzling into his side to make sure everything had been okay.

Jungkook sighs, patting his pup's head lightly before focusing his attention back towards the video screen.

"Sorry Bam-ie. Daddy's okay." He scratches behind Bam's ear, making the large dog's tail flick with happiness. Suddenly, Jungkook's loudness makes both Bam and your's were perk. Setting down your phone to the side, you sit up, reaching around to feel his forehead.

"Koo, you're burning up, dummy." You scold, pulling his permed, curly natural locks back out of his face. A smile curls his lips, tilting his head back in content, landing in your lap.

"Mmm, that feels good." He sighs, loosening his tight grip on his control to instead focus on your small strokes ontip of his head. You lower your head, Spiderman-ing this situation.

"I told you earlier that playing in the rain wasn't good for you." He whines, tilting his head to the side to look out the window.

"It's fine. I'm not-" he jerks up, chest sending him into a fit of coughs. After a few seconds, he calms down, making your eyes roll to the side.

"Aright, that's it." You stand, walking to unplug the control to his console, as well as his Xbox. He lets out a string of groans in retaliation, but you'd pay no mind. Arm lifting to make the heavy man stand, you point towards his room. "Bed, now."

A smirk tugs his lips, eyes swollen and groggy but still could muster out a little tease. "Mmm, sounds great, baby~" you bend down, throwing the controller from his lap onto the couch, pinching his ear to make him stand.

"Ow ow ow ow ow! Alright alright! I'm going!" He lets out a few whines, as you lead him to the bedroom. His lips poke out in a pout.

"So mean." He teases.

You push on his center chest, lowering his body to rest under the covers. Hand coming to rest on top of his forehead, making a low white echo in the small room.

"You're warm."

"I think you mean, hot."

"If you were hot I'd be having to drive your dumbass to the hospital right now." He huffs, wiggling down into his little cocoon comforter you'd created. His head tilts to the side, flashing a cute bunny smile.

"Y/nnnn" jungkook drags out, making your groan as you take a few steps into his bedroom. Tissues spread all over the comforter, as his laptop propped up onto the side, as he'd been laying on his stomach while watching the newest Netflix original, Bridgeton. (Not sponsored).

"Yeah?" You reply. A quick smile flashes across his face, holding out his little thermos you'd fixed for him.

"Be a dear and fetch me some more, liquid." His voice is posh, much like the one of the characters from the TV show.

"Talk to me like that against and I'll put rat poison in your liquid." You bite back, snatching the bottle from his hand. He faints a hurt expression.

"Y/n, that's not how you treat the sick." His voice is scratchy, but audible. Mainly because you'd learned to read through his mumbled voice all throughout middle and high school. His eyes doe and cutesy, making your fists clench at the sides. Letting go of a sigh, you compose yourself once more.

His smile shines through. "Much better." His arm stretches to the side, groaning as he pops a few of the disks in his back, shaking his body. "I'll take the water now."

His eyebrow quirks, smirking at your flushed cheeks in anger.

"You're a real milker when you're sick, you know that?" He chuckles, twisting over to the side to spread out on his back, finding a different position.

"I don't think this is how you treat your king, Y/n."

"I should've left you outside in that hellstorm."

His smile widens. "But you didn't."

"I should've."

His body props up, lips leaning closer to yours in proclamation.

"But you didn't. Now, pheasant,"

Eye roll.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Missy." His tone leaves a small burning sensation in the pit of your stomach. A victorious smirk plasters his face. "Now then. I'll be needing a few things from you, pheasant."

"Keep calling me that and-"

"I won't have lips to blab with, yeah yeah. We've known each other for almost ten years, you really need to come up with better threats." You scoff at his arrogance.

Why I oughta-

"Firstly, you are to address me as sir."

You laugh out loud. "Hah! Like hell I woul-"

His expression hardens, a smirk pressing his lips. Voice lowering to a dangerous level as he leans in.

"Or i'll leave this ass so red, Rudolph will be jealous."

Eyes widening at the sudden comment, you heed his word hesitantly. God knows how many boxing classes he's taking so far. On top of all the workouts he loves to do? He'd beat you to a pulp in one second flat.

"F-fine." His eyebrow quirks, awaiting another syllabus from you.

"What'd I just say?"

He's an asshole.

Swallowing your pride (which had been very high and mighty), you Play along to his little games, cursing yourself for ever getting into this situation in the first place.

"Yes, s..sir." you choke out, cringing from your own words. His smile widens victoriously.

"Good. Now," he peels back to the blanket, pointing to the bottom of his bed. "Rub my feet."

You're really gonna kill him. You don't care if his net worth is 500 or 50 million, you are gonna kill him.

All day you ever heard was-

"Maid!"

"Pheasant!"

"Y/n!"

You were seriously on the verge of strangling this man. No wonder the boys would always send him home when he got sick. He's a pain to deal with!!

"Oh Y/n-"

THAT'S. IT.

You throw the little towel you'd been using to wipe off the dishes, staring into his bedroom. He flinches at the sudden outburst as your voice yells at the top of your lungs. Bam's ears perked in alert.

"I've had it with you! Getting me to rub your feet, do your chores, fluff you DAMN PILLOWS. I mean, who's so incapable of fluffing his own fucking pillow!?" By this point your voice had been strained and tired. Your body ached with exhaustion, sleep threatening to do a mandatory shut down of it all.

His fingers toy with the little thin sheet of his comforter, while his other hand had been patting Bam's stomach in patterns.

"And Another thing! This whole 'sir' act ain't working anymore, buddy boy. So, if you want something, you've got legs."

All you could hear was the growing of his chuckle falling past his lips. His head throws back, laughing at your composure.

"Your face is red'' he comments, throwing the comforter off of his body to place his feet on the floor. He rises, towering your figure easily.

"I just wanted you to keep me company. Honestly I didn't think I would get away with half the stuff you did." He chuckles, twisting your figure around. Before you know it, you've landed on the bed, flat on your back. His body comes to tower over yours, before plopping right down beside you.

"Well i-I'm just a nice person." You mumble. Arms folding across your chest in retaliation to this. You hated how happy he was right now, laughing at your exhaustion.

"Mmmhm. Why don't we watch a movie here? Jimin texted me saying that they'll be back soon." He replies, typing a few characters onto his keyboard before another movie pops up.

You chuckle at his decision. "Really?"

His eyebrow raises in confusion. "What?"

Your hand is lowered, pointing at the screen."sharknado?"

A smile paints his face. "Well of course. The best cinematic movie ever to be produced!"

Your eyes roll, nudging his side in combativeness. "Better than Iron Man?"

"Hey now." His voice faints actuality, straining to keep a straight face. Your head tilts back, chuckling at his response.

"Mhm, that's what I thought." Your back hits the headboard, but he's quick to catch it.

"Ah, more condition." Your head tilts in question, fists being ready to knock the shit outta this little pri-

"You must address me as 'my love'."

"What? Since when were those the rules?"

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, cuddling up into your side. "Since I made them up."

"I'm not doing that, kook."

He pouts. "Okay fine. Then 'the best boyfriend in the entire world' will suffice."

"Hah!" You slap his leg in a comedic way. "In your dreams, koo. Besides, you're not my boyfriend." His head tilts to the side.

"Hmm, I think we must fact check this hypothesis-" And just like that, his lips crash onto yours. The hushed sounds of the laptop play in the background, as his tattooed hand comes up to stroke your cheek. The top of his tongue fighting for dominance, in which you're quick to give. Your hand reaches down, tugging on the hem of his shirt to lift it, fingertips dragging along the hidden dips of his abs, a moan groans against your lips mid-exchange. He's quick to pull you in his lap, as your straddle him, hands carding through his messy locks, as you both share a passionate, but sloppy kiss.

When coming back up for air, you pull away, as you both are left breathless. Chests heaving, trying to calm yourself. Eyes locked onto each other, as the sounds of your chests rising and falling in weight, fills the spaces in. His chocolaty irises bard into yours, eyelashes blowing lightly from your gentle breaths rolling down his features.

Soon, you cut the tension. "That's gross, Kook." His heart drops at your words. Was he a bad kisser? Did his breath stink? Do you think his hard-on right now is gross??

A smile presses your cheeks, brushing his bangs out of his face. "Now I'm gonna get sick." A relieved chuckle exhales his chest. Hands pulling your hips further up his body, wanting to hold you closer.

"We'll be sick together, Jagiya."

You glance down, seeing the sheet of his sick sweat rub onto your skin. "Ah, damn it. I'm all gross now."

A smirk tugs his lips. "Shower?"

You think for a second before responding. "Sure, but this time, YOU rub my feet."

He chuckles, carrying bridal style towards his bathroom, setting you down onto the toilet's lid before pecking your forehead.

"Yes, my love."

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crimson-catalyst · 2 months

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wrote my july 2022 neph prompt, "meaningful belongings" featuring Darius and @synoicus' Kira!!!!! enjoy im very proud of this one!

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"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you," one of the designers for this season's show wanders up to Darius' station, "where did you get your jacket? Is it custom? I love it."

"I-" Darius fights back the initial panic that surged when they gestured at his shoulders, trying to steady his voice to respond properly…

His phone rang, startling Darius from his reverie of staring blankly at whatever was on TV. Grasping blindly for his phone, he fumbled with the screen, eventually successfully swiping the ‘answer’ badge.

"H-"

"DUDE," Darius tipped the phone away from his ear as Kira's enthusiasm blew out the mic on her own.

"there's this TOTALLY SICK BAND THROWDOWN tonight at that club up on thirty-second!!!! Cold Brewing Storm and Zap Attack'll be there!!!! You're coming right??? Wanna ride together with me?? Toby said 'no' like a WEENIE cos he 'wants to get sleep tonight' or whatever."

"I…" Darius hesitated in the opening Kira finally afforded him. He'd have loved to. Of course he would've. But…

"I can't. sorry," he mumbled, pathetically. It felt bad. He could feel Kira's confusion in the silence.

"...that's the third time this week, dude." her voice was markedly softer, concern plain as day across the line, "You've been real down all of a sudden. Did something happen?"

"No."

Kira’s response was simply a contemplative pause, but of course that didn’t last for long.

"I'm coming over."

"Kira no yo-"

The call ended with a click and Darius snarled at the air as he lowered the phone from ear range. He furiously texted her instead: kira, dont. go to the show itll be great. kira. kira!!!! kira im fine!

She didn't deign to so much as leave him a read receipt. S'pose he should've known better; when Kira's mind was made up, there was little chance of stopping her. He sighed angrily, tugging at the unfamiliar t-shirt tight around his neck. He'd just have to stomach chatting with her long enough til she was satisfied and went home. At least she was easy to distract.

Ears flat back, annoyed with himself for even thinking this way about Kira, of all nephs, he shook himself to his feet and surveyed his immediate surroundings. It was pretty clear he’d had little energy to do much other than lay around on the couch feeling sorry for himself. He'd have to clean up at least a bit or she'd never believe his claims.

There was a knock on the door just as Darius put the last dry dish back in the cabinet. Flinging the towel across the back of a chair and slapping the trash shut - he'd have to take it out another time - he scampered to the door before Kira took his dallying as her cue to make more noise than the neighbors would appreciate.

He opened it just a crack, peering into the hall. "Kira I'm-"

"I BROUGHT SOUP," she barged the rest of the way past the door, past Darius, and into his apartment. "ITS GETTING COLD COME GET SOME!"

"Kira!" he helplessly trailed after her, the door falling lamely shut in her wake. "I'm okay this isn't necessary!"

"Nonsense," she yelled from the kitchen, her big, tinfoil-covered pot clanging onto the stovetop. "Where are your spoons?"

"In there -" he pointed reflexively before he realized he was enabling her, "but for real; you're gonna miss out on the show! You LOVE Zap Attack!"

"And Zap Attack," Kira muttered as she rustled around in his drawer, "PALES in comparison to how much I love my HOMIES!" she declared, brandishing a ladle. "So THERE."

Darius rolled his eyes, "please, I'm fine."

"I may love you but, full offense, you look like you rolled out of bed and right back into it a few days in a row, bud."

He grimaced. She wasn't wrong.

"And you're wearing a shirt. There's no way you're fine," she jabbed him playfully with the ladle. "ya nudist."

"It's! Comfy," he lied.

“Sure.” Kira rolled her eyes in return, turning back to the stove and tearing the foil off her soup to give it a stir. The little flames of the gas stove flickered tauntingly underneath the pot’s copper base and Darius felt queasy.

“You don’t have to tell me exactly what’s going on, man, but I know you; you’re stronger than this. You can own up to it when you’re having a rough time.” She drew the ladle back out of the pot, tipping her glasses to her forehead so they wouldn’t steam up as she sampled the soup. “Oh, good, it’s still toasty.”

Darius could practically feel his frustration building. “I’m an adult, Kira, I can handle it myself.”

“oh-HOH!” Kira whirled around and pointed at him again with the now-wet ladle, much to Darius’ chagrin. “So you ADMIT you’re feeling it!”

“I-” his cheeks burned and he grit his teeth, desperately trying to keep his boiling emotions in and incriminating himself in the same silence.

“Darius,” her voice soft again, Kira stepped down from the stove and closer to him. “I can’t help you if you aren’t willing to let me.”

"I"m FINE," he snapped, growling deep in his throat, but his mane prickled and crawled and he knew his game was up as a burst of flame crackled through his t-shirt.

Kira's ears flattened and she recoiled at the sudden heat. Upon opening her eyes again Darius had completely deflated, head in his hands beneath sagging shoulders and tail limp on the ground as fire leaped from his fur.

"Clearly," she remarked, insatiable need for snark getting the better of her.

"What happened?" she added more gently, "you can talk to me about it."

"I can't," Darius groaned, finally lifting his head and fixing her with a baleful stare through lidded eyes.

She poked him with the ladle, making a wet stain on the rags of his shirt. "Sure you can, this is a no-judgement zone."

He dragged his paws down his face. "No, Kira, its under NDA I actually can't."

"You got cursed on air-"

"mrmgmh NO I JUST--" Darius flailed wildly before freezing mid-gesture, and took a deep breath.

"I-" he looked around, strained, picking his words carefully "I… misused my magic."

"It wasn't during shooting and I don't think anyone knows it was me but I. It'll…" he growled in ‘legal bullshit’ frustration, "...it'll affect the season."

"Darius…"

"I KNOW. I know," he moaned, "I fucked up! It's a miracle I haven't been fired and it's only a matter of time before they find out. It's constant, Kira; the smoke, I- I had to take the batteries out of the alarm. And it smells like campfire in here, I'll never get it out-" he paused for breath, his thoughts finally gushing out in a panicked stream, and Kira padded around to sit beside him on the tile floor.

"And I'm-" the word caught in his throat, "I'm cursed. It's not like it'll go away; everyone - everyone - will know forever that I did it. That I-” his voice petered out into a whine, and he looked up at the badly-stuccoed ceiling, willing the tears he felt welling in his eyes to drain away.

Kira sighed. She knew he hailed from a conservative Nephfeist hometown, but this doom-and-gloom was so uncharacteristic for her normally overconfident friend that it was throwing her a bit off her groove.

“I know it must feel like it but it’s not gonna be the end of the world, dude.” she poked her own nubby sea-devil horns. “Mine’s a little different, but speaking from experience, I promise it won’t change you. Sure some assholes are gonna look at you funny but that’s their problem; and it’s their problem with spinx, not you, and they don’t deserve your time if they’re gonna be like that.”

“Gods,” he grimaced, “I can’t even stomach the idea of the looks I’ll get.”

“...and so you haven’t left your apartment all week?”

Darius glowered at her.

“I’d call you a weenie too but like… I get it, man. It’s not something you can overpower in your brain in just a day.” She patted his fluffy chest in lieu of his still-flaming shoulders. “I know you’ve got it in you but maybe let’s start simple today.”

Kira got to her feet and walked over to the chair she had draped her jacket across, the dishtowel underneath slipping down to the seat as she lifted it off.

“There’s no way this’ll fit you,” she remarked as she brought it back to the much larger Darius, “but if being seen is the problem-”

Darius winced as she threw it over the scraps of his unquestionably ruined t-shirt, waiting for the flames to blister through the leather - but instead to his relief felt them finally die back to smoke underneath. Kira bumped his chin up with a claw and drew the collar tight in front of him, letting the far-too-small sleeves hang limp over his sides.

“There,” she declared, triumphant. “Maybe it’s only a bandaid for now, but bandaids are the first step to healing: No smoke. No weird looks. No guilt.”

“Definitely some guilt,” Darius almost managed a smirk.

“Okay, fine, some guilt, but private guilt,” Kira’s eyes glittered happily hearing the smile in his voice again. “Baby steps.”

“...thanks, Kira,” Darius finally acquiesced, “sorry I couldn’t- didn’t say anything. It’s… a lot.”

A huge, goofy grin broke across Kira's face. “It’s okay, dude. That’s what friends are for, to force you into letting em care about you.” She put her arm around his back comfortingly, tugging again on the jacket collar with her other paw. “I’ll bring you a real one tomorrow, okay? But first: SOUP.”

Darius shook his head quickly to clear it, masking it as a part of conversation.

“Sorry, it was a gift from a friend,” he shrugs with his paws. “I’m not sure where she got it.”

“Drat,” the centicorn designer smiles good-naturedly despite their disappointment. “I’d have loved to see more of the line. Patterning tailored shoulders on spinx is a feat but that jacket looks great on you.”

“Well, thanks,” he smiles back unbidden, tugging on the lapels, and adds with a snicker, “It'd better, this one means a lot to me.”

#my writing #loreposting #Darius #Kira #Tales from Nephfei #nephfei #spinxyn #spinx #god idk what to tag this i havent posted anything written in years LOL #pic is from Unsplash!

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