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moonstruckme · 5 months

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i don’t know if this is something you might feel comfortable with writing but could you do something like any of the marauders or poly!marauders where they have a moment of misogyny. it could be towards reader or just in general during a conversation. i think it’s really interesting considering their time period isn’t really that progressive yet.

Thanks for requesting!

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

Three days ago, you’d decided to go on strike. Three days, and now the sink is completely full of disgusting, almost-smelly dishes with food still crusted to them.

Sirius simply doesn’t do dishes. Ever. You’re not sure if it’s some kind of rich boy syndrome where he thinks he just puts them in the sink and then later they magically disappear, but the assumption that he doesn’t have to clean up after himself is really starting to grate on your nerves.

You have to remind yourself that Sirius is a great boyfriend. For the most part, you like living with him, you really do. He brings you home sweets after he gets off work, he gives you lazy massages while you sit watching TV at night, and you may be biased, but you think he’s generally a delight to have around.

So for a while, you tried to tell yourself that it was worth having to do a few extra dishes. You love him, and he loves you, and there’s no reason to rock the boat, right? You could do this extra thing for him, just like he does so many for you. But eventually, it was the lack of appreciation that got to you.

When Sirius takes his plate to the kitchen after dinner, you keep your voice light as meringue. “Would you mind washing that, please?”

“Why?”

Ire flares to life faster than you knew it could. You think your eye twitches.

“Why?” you repeat.

“Yeah.” Sirius turns to look at you over the kitchen counter, and the confusion is so plain on his face that it mollifies you slightly. “Can’t you do it?”

“Why would you assume I’m going to do it?”

He shrugs. “Because you like cleaning stuff, right?”

You force yourself to breathe in and out through your nose, but despite your best intentions, the words come out with a sharp edge. “Not really.”

Sirius actually blinks in surprise. “Oh. But I thought…you’re always saying Sunday is relaxing for you because it’s your cleaning day.”

“That’s because I like to have things be clean, Sirius. Not because I like cleaning.”

“Oh,” he says again, seeming somewhat lost. “Okay, I’ll just…wait, is that why all these dishes are in the sink? Have you been trying to tell me something?”

“Those are all yours.” You’re burning through your fury fast, and you know what will be left after it’s used up. But you’re not going to cry about this. You will not.

“I didn’t realize.” Sirius looks up at you, a crease forming between his brows. “I’m sorry, gorgeous, I had no idea. I just thought you liked doing them yourself.”

“It’s fine,” you say, but it’s not, and your voice is taking on a slight wobble despite your determination to keep it out. “I just…I wish you wouldn’t have assumed that I’d always do them for you. It kind of hurt my feelings that you never asked, or said thank you.”

“Aw, baby.” Sirius sets his plate down, coming around the counter. He hesitates a second, looking back at the pile. “I’m going to do those in a second, okay?” he reassures you before crossing the rest of the distance to where you sit on the couch. “I’m so sorry, gorgeous. I’m an idiot.”

You nod up at the ceiling, blinking to keep your tears from falling.

A ring-clad hand finds your shoulder, thumb rubbing into your collarbone. “Hey, just let it out.”

“No, I’m still—” you draw in a breath, and a tear slips down your cheek. “I’m still mad at you. Just ignore this. I don’t want to cry when we’re in a fight.”

“We don’t have to be in a fight,” he suggests. “I’m sorry for all of it, I was totally in the wrong. I didn’t mean to make you feel…baby, hey, would you look at me?”

You take a deep breath before you do, more tears falling as soon as gravity allows them. You try to ignore them, but Sirius sets a hand to each cheek, thumbing them away. He looks miserable, lips pressed into a thin line to hide his own discontent.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel unappreciated,” he says softly. “I do appreciate you. You do so many sweet things every day, and I appreciate them so much. But you’re right, I wasn’t appreciating how you were cleaning my dishes for me. I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”

It all feels really good to hear. Part of you wants to let him go on, but you have too many questions to stay quiet. “You never did your own dishes before, did you?”

His eyes drop to your shoulder, embarrassed. “No. I guess it might have been my mother, or we had some, like, help” —his face contorts as if the word tastes bitter in his mouth— “but I actually never asked who did them. Pretty fucked, huh?” You agree, but you play it down with a one-shouldered shrug. Sirius seems like he’s feeling guilty enough without your help. “And then in my last place, it was just James and I, so we used pretty much paper everything. No dishes to clean.” He shakes his head at himself, dismayed. “I never even thought about it. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I put that on you without even thinking.”

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. Then, at the look he gives you, “Okay, it wasn’t before, but I think it can be now. It was…a tad inconsiderate, but now you know, right?”

He nods determinedly. “Now I know. Promise.”

“And now you’re not just going to assume every woman in your life will do the housework for you?”

Despite your teasing tone, Sirius brings a hand to his face, his head lolling back despondently. “Fuck. I’m a real piece of shit, huh?”

“You were acting like one,” you say laughingly, reaching forward to give him an affectionate shake by the shoulder, “but you’re not.”

When he tilts his head towards you again, hair falling in his eyes, there’s still evidence of guilt lining his features but he seems to be trying to get back to his usual levity. He pouts at you, taking your face back between his hands. His rings are cool against your skin. “I can’t believe I made you cry because I’m too much of a prick to do my own dishes.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to cry.” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “I don’t want your pity, Black.”

Sirius’ pout worsens, his thumbs stroking over your cheeks. “I can’t help it. You did weeks of unpaid labor.” He kisses the skin above your nose tenderly. “My sweet girl. You should have told me earlier.”

Your face warms a bit under his hands. “I did sort of take the petty route by letting your dishes pile up.”

“I’ve earned some petty treatment,” he says firmly. “You should have let my dishes pile up from the first day I moved in. You should have put them in my room so I’d have to ask about them. In my bed, under the sheets.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Jesus, I’m not that cruel. That’d be disgusting.”

“I know, baby,” Sirius laughs, pressing another kiss to the tip of your nose. “That’s because I’m the petty one. You’re just in training.”

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loserlvrss · 4 months

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꒰ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ꒱ 제로베이스원

summary : favorite physical places zb1 and reader likes to kiss/be kissed

genre : fluff, zb1 x gn!reader, headcanon, drabble tws : mentions of kissing (duh??) author notes : huh, maybe i am insane word count : 0.4k

— ☆ 김지웅

hand. kiss.

ROMANCE. ROMANCE. ROMANCE. ROMANCE. need i really say more?? jiwoong screams old school romance, c'mon, i wouldn’t be surprised if he’d eventually ask your parents for permission to marry you with a bouquet and his best cow.

— ☆ 章昊

now i think this man could swing either way, he could be your baby or you could be his, but if you ever grabbed his cheeks and pressed a feather light kiss to his nose, he’d look at you with all the stars in his eyes. I DO NOT CARE. DO NOT TELL ME OTHERWISE. I AM TOTALLY FINE.

— ☆ 성한빈

imagine the cute little laughs he’d let out if you kissed his cheek, exposing his dimples !! bonus points if you kiss them too …yeah, i’m completely normal about this. i think he’d like to kiss shoulders and the back of necks too, don’t ask me any questions regarding this though.

— ☆ 석매튜

i’m a strong believer that matthew will take whatever is given to him, because he would be so in love with you, but he likes to kiss your lips (and vice versa) the most because it feels almost too domestic — especially if it's just absentmindedly …and he can show people that your his that way haha

ONE CHANCE PLEASEEE !!

— ☆ 김태래

i honestly think that kissing taerae’s jaw line would be your favorite, mostly because you’re at the perfect height to, but also because it might fluster him if you catch him off guard. it’s close to his neck, but it’s also close to his cheek — the perfect middle ground in your humble opinion — which might cause him to turn a cute shade of pink and let out giggles (that you can’t even lie, are my your favorite) brb eating glass.

— ☆ 沈泉锐

same reason as taerae, you (and ricky) like kissing necks because it flusters the other if caught off guard. and truthfully, ricky likes the intimacy between you two when doing it — especially during a heartfelt hug, please kiss his tattoo ♡

— ☆ 김규빈

STRONG BIASED ASSUMPTION HERE but tell me gyuvin wouldn’t like to be cared for by his significant other (not in a weird-babyish way) but imagine he’s sitting in a chair or on the couch, you're standing in front of him, he’s hugging your waist, and you kiss his forehead. you might have to pick him up off the floor because he’d i'd actually die GRAHHHHH

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teriri-sayes · 2 months

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Reactions to Chaos Creator's Chapter 267

TL;DR - Cale and Alberu tease each other. Cale meets Pope Kesilia. Raon is curious about DHB's name. Raon's friendliness warms Kesilia's heart.

The Teasing First half of the chapter was Cale and Alberu teasing each other.

Alberu: In that virtual world, levels have a huge impact. Even if Rank 1 Ahn Roh Man is on our side, it's only proper for me to become as strong as possible. That way, I can carry you, CH, and Raon. Raon: Human, what is carry? What are levels? Alberu: I'll tell you more when you return to Roan. But let me say this. This place, this place is really… It's a new and huge world. As if several worlds came together. Cale: You're having fun now, right? Alberu: … Cale: It's fun, right? Alberu: … Cale: You're having fun so you pull all-nighters, right? Alberu: … *smiles* Cale: You look awkward, so don't smile. Alberu: You truly are irreverent. Cale: For The Irreverent Emperor to say that, I truly appreciate it. Alberu: …

Cale calling out Alberu for saying he was irreverent/disrespectful when Alberu's in-game name was The Irreverent Emperor was so funny. 😂 The sarcasm in Cale's words as he says that line while using polite language was just 🤣🤣🤣

Cale: You tend to work hard at everything, don’t you? So, as you played, you probably learned about the fun of the game. Anyway, since you are the one handling it, take care of yourself. Alberu: Cale Henituse. Aren’t you speaking too casually? feels annoyed Cale: Not really. I say this out of utmost respect and consideration for the crown prince. Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince also- Alberu: ??? frowns Cale: grins Would you like to faint and collapse like me? Oh, will you have a nosebleed? I don't know if this will make you healthier. Hahaha! Raon: Human, human! The crown prince's pride looks very hurt right now! Cale: Hahaha! gets more excited upon hearing Raon's words Alberu: … I've come to my senses. Pfft. Cale: (Hmm? Why is he suddenly smiling suspiciously? Why does it make me feel upset?) Alberu: Cale Henituse. Do you think that is possible? Cale: … Raon: I don’t think the crown prince will end up like my human! Hong: That’s right! That’s what our youngest said! On: The difference between exercising and not exercising is quite big. You can't compare to the crown prince. If His Highness needs to be compared to someone, a knight is the best. Cale: sees On pitying him … Alberu: Hahaha! On: patting Cale's leg to comfort him

Cale's attempt to tease Alberu's health completely backfired on him. 🤣🤣🤣

Raon and Kesilia Raon was so cute today. Pope Kesilia was depicted as a character obsessed with dragging down everyone with her, but now that she met Raon, it might be possible that she would have a change of heart.

Raon asked for her name, but Kesilia refused to say it, being fine with just being called the pope. Raon was being friendly with her, not minding that she was a mixed blood dragon, so she felt confused. He even offered to introduce Cale's DHB to Kesilia if she wanted friends.

There was also Raon noticing that she was in pain, and offering again to introduce her to his mom and Eruhaben who helped with treating DHB's pain. Kesilia felt strangely warm at Raon treating her nicely.

DHB's Name Oh my goodness, the author finally remembered this! We still did not get a name reveal, but Cale confirmed that he had already thought of one after putting much thought in it.

But our cutie Raon did not believe Cale, and was asking the pope for her name in hopes that Cale would get inspiration from hearing the name of another mixed blood dragon. And then, Raon made a cute assumption.

Raon was talking about DHB, and blurted that DHB was called someone Miru. Hmm... why is this hard to word? It's something like ____ Miru. Blank Miru? That doesn't sound right. Whatshisname Miru? Sounds better, but still strange.

Everyone was surprised to hear that, even Raon himself. From the fact that Raon assumed that Cale would give DHB the last name of Miru like him, to the fact that Raon knew that DHB once tried to kill him, yet he was fine in sharing the same last name with DHB.

I guess Raon was feeling conflicted like his mom regarding DHB. Meanwhile, Kesilia was puzzled about this young dragon willing to share the same last name to a mixed blood dragon who once tried to kill him. It must be unimaginable for her who was treated badly by the Aipotu dragons on the Dragon Lord's side. 😢

Crazy Clopeh Clopeh claimed that it was Rasheel who destroyed one of the temple's buildings, but Cale was having doubts about that, given the expression of the pope towards Clopeh. 😂

We never got to know what exactly the destructive trio did at the temple, but it was pretty much confirmed that Clopeh talked about Cale so much like a legendary hero. And Hannah said that Cale was a kind guy. So it was no wonder that 3rd Bishop Horns and the unnamed 1st Bishop treated Cale in awe. Or Pope Kesilia being friendly and cooperative with him.

Of course, Cale wondered how Clopeh introduced him to them because of their reactions. 😂 And also felt dizzy just thinking about it. 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Today's chapter was so good with its funny and heartwarming moments. 🥰 Next chapter would be Cale beginning his dragon lair looting plans, or probably more planning stuff. But the name tease of DHB has got me excited. I guess his last name will be Miru too because Cale did not object to Raon's words. So the only mystery now is his first name. Raon Miru. Dodam Miru. It seems like the Miru family is gaining a new member~!

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

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lynxiesblog · 9 months

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hi! i've been listening to subliminals for maybe 2ish years, and I learned about the law of assumption a little bit ago. I have that mindset of whatever I'm manifesting is mine, apart from the occasional stray thoughts, and I see people seeing subliminal results take as long as you think they will but sometimes I feel like I've never gotten any results at all or if I have they've gone away. Especially when it comes to appearance subs I feel like I haven't gotten any results in the time I've been listening to them. Sorry for the rant but if I could get any insight I would rlly appreciate it! <3

No need to apologize my luv :) ♡

I definitely know what you’re talking about — I kinda had the same experience especially when I started manifesting my desired body. I would see the results then after a while they would go away. Before everything you need to convince yourself that your results are permanent no MATTER what, because they literally are. There’s no question about it.

Some tips that’s really helped me :

˚ . ˚✧ Flat out ignoring the fact that I’m manifesting x physical aspect about myself (in my case, it was my body);

some people say whenever you’re manifesting a physical change you shouldn’t focus too much on what you’re seeing in the 3D, but let’s be honest it’s kinda impossible not to😭 . soo, what I did was instead of having a negative reaction towards what the 3D is showing me I would affirm while looking in the mirror saying “omg when did my waist get so small” or “why have my hips gotten so wide all of sudden???” while looking at my body and “acting” as if I was genuinely surprised.

˚ . ˚✧ Affirming as I am falling asleep — I am being so honest if you are “lacking results” literally listen to one subliminal overnight, I say one because you don’t want to oversaturate your brain especially if you’re trying to manifest something new.

++ while I would be falling asleep I would repeat each affirmation 5 times. E.g let’s say I want to have a smaller nose I would affirm :

“I already have a small/ button/ ski slope nose”

“It is an objective fact that i have a small/ button/ ski slope nose”

“I truly know that i have a small/ button/ ski slope nose”

“I can go on with life now, as i know that i already have a small/ button/ ski slope nose.”

“My manifestations are done.”

“I feel all of the joys and sensations of having a small/ button/ ski slope nose immediately.”

“The 3D physical world is simply an illusion and doesn´t determine what’s real. I already and truly have a small/ button/ ski slope nose.”

While affirming, you really have to ACT as if you already have your desire. This method works the fastest in my opinion and for me personally, so I am constantly recommending it ♡

˚ . ˚✧ Changing sub makers / making my own subs — there are many famous sub makers that others get results from that I have never gotten results from or when I did they went away same thing as you. And that is completely fine I would recommend you take out the subliminals that you think don’t work for you and replace them with others <3

Some sub makers that work very well for me are :

Aiko’s potion (to be more specific her symmetrical face sub, princess peach lips sub & body sub) — she’s literally the ONLY sub maker than I got results from when using her symmetrical face sub. I got my results pretty much instantly 😭😭

Kestiny — I just started using her subliminal but they work so so well . Especially her feline eyes sub, friends sub, confidence sub; they are all 10/10’s

I want it, I go it — her pretty privileged sub worked INSTANTLY

Raemi — the clear skin sub worked overnight for me no joke😭

Those are the main people I have in my current playlist and I’ve been getting constant results so you should definitely check them out <3

˚ . ˚✧ TAKE PICTURES OF BEFORE AND AFTER — I cannot stress this enough you won’t notice any changes unless you compare old pictures to recent ones. You don’t have to do this with everything you’re manifesting but with things such as your eyes, nose, jaw, eyebrows, whatever it may be you should definitely take pictures and kinda try to forget about them for a while then taking a new one after couple of days (or even weeks) and compare them. (Try taking the pictures in the same lighting & angle so that you’ll be able to see the difference clearly)

˚ . ˚✧ if you speak a different language (in my case French & Spanish) — you should try making your own subliminals in that language it speeds up your results by a lot :)

I wrote so much I am so sorry😭, I truly hope this helps you. Im always free for you to dm me if you want me to expand more on a point or share my playlist 💕.

#111111 #affirmations #law of assumption #loa #manifestation #subliminals #self concept #spirituality #subliminal results #kitties #advice #success story #scientific method #manifesting #loassumption

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aphrodieties · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/aphrodieties/733813072220864512/hi-sorry-to-bother-you-but-im-having-some

Hi sweetie! I’m the anon from the question I linked above. Thank you so much for your answer! Please don’t be sorry for replying late, it should be me who appreciate your time and patience!

I’m sorry I didn’t get back earlier, I was so overwhelmed with the school and application stuff, and I also wanted to really understand and experience what you’ve said in that post.

I kinda get it now. I only need to fulfill myself with the feeling of academic success, and that’s all. I tried to fully live in imagination but I kinda cannot get over the need to revise the transcript physically. I’m afraid this transcript will follow me forever physically. Ever since I got my transcript, I refused to believe it’s actually happening to me, because it’s really terrifying, I may end up getting kicked out of school or no graduate school would accept me…I even haven’t told my parents about the grade thing, so whenever they asked me for the transcript I couldn’t give them, but I can’t fool them forever, that’s why I was so desperately to change my transcript physically.

I’m sorry if this sounds like trauma dumping. I didn’t intend to be this negative at the beginning, I got more and more anxious when I’m writing this. Please ignore me if you find it too negative sweetie, you don’t have the responsibility to answer this!

You are human and you have emotions—it’s completely fine to feel afraid. I get where you're coming from, and you're not trauma-dumping either. There are a few things that you must know; you are completely right to refuse to believe what's happening to you. You’ve got the hardest part down! Do not accept that which you do not want, and you do not want a terrible transcript so you're not gonna accept this one as written in stone. The next steps would be as follows; 3D indifference, taking care of business, and maintaining the state of the wish fulfilled.

I have said this in a previous ask and I feel a bit lazy about recycling responses but I cannot stress this enough; The 3D is not sentient. It has no meaning other than the meaning that you attach to it. Think about the meaning that you're currently attaching to the 3D right now—the meaning that you're attaching to this transcript, “This transcript will follow me forever physically,” “They’ll kick me out of school,” “No graduate school is going to accept me because of my transcript,” these are the meanings that you're currently attaching to the 3D. @etherealkissed88 has an amazing guide about practicing indifference. I've linked it here and I recommend that you read it.

I have mentioned this before too but you don't need to neglect the 3D. Tending to the 3D is not a betrayal of the Law of Assumption, and as long as you aren't attaching any meaning to what you do then you'll be fine. For example; I’m manifesting that I’m a billionaire, and I currently work a minimum-wage job, and I’m working-class. I still work long shifts, and I still pay my bills though I'm manifesting that I'm a billionaire. Why? Because it means nothing. Keeping my bills paid and working isn't a contradiction as long as that's all it is to me. If I attached any further meaning to working long shifts and paying my bills such as, "See! You're not a billionaire,” “You’re still struggling to make ends meet so you're not a billionaire,” etc…, then that would be a betrayal of my imagination and the Law Of Assumption—it would be contradictory to my state too! So, handle your business and do whatever you need to do to take care of the situation with your parents and transcript but don't attach any meaning to it.

The last thing I'm gonna say is—persist, continue to persist in the state of the wish-fulfilled. Persistence pays off, and maintaining the wish-fulfilled pays off. The 3D will reflect as long as you continue to do these things. Please, continue to maintain the wish-fulfilled.

#aphrodieties #law of assumption #manifesation

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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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Turtles Catches Up With Old GMMTV: SOTUS S and Our Skyy x SOTUS Edition

[What’s going on here? After joining Tumblr and discovering Thai BLs through KinnPorsche in 2022, I began watching GMMTV’s new offerings -- and realized that I had a lot of history to catch up on, to appreciate the more recent works that I was delving into. From tropes to BL frameworks, what we’re watching now hails from somewhere, and I’m learning about Thai BL's history through what I’m calling the Old GMMTV Challenge (OGMMTVC). Starting with recommendations from @absolutebl on their post regarding how GMMTV is correcting for its mistakes with its shows today, I’ve made an expansive list to get me through a condensed history of essential/classic/significant Thai BLs produced by GMMTV and many other BL studios. My watchlist, pasted below, lists what I’ve watched and what’s upcoming, along with the reviews I’ve written so far. Today, I’ll cover SOTUS S and Our Skyy x SOTUS, to close out this series and the KristSingto ship.]

Listen -- I did it to myself. All in the midst of my absolute INSANITY for Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy this week, and Our Skyy 2 x ATOTS next week. I did all this to myself! My mind’s mush.

For some reason, as I was scrolling through MDL last month, I thought my OGMMTVC watchlist wasn’t complete if I didn’t finish the rest of the series of GMMTV’s first HUGE BL in SOTUS (2016). A lot of my priorities regarding learning about the history of Thai BLs have changed over the course of this project, and the watchlist has definitely expanded from @absolutebl‘s original three suggested BLs to watch to understand the old GMMTV brand of BLs. And, as I’m inching ever closer to He’s Coming To Me (2019) -- I realized that there would be quite the gap in my seeing the development of Singto Prachaya as an actor from when he first premiered in SOTUS to HCTM. I felt that, in order to be REALLY prepared to become a SUPER FAN of HCTM -- I needed to freshen up on my Singto.

What I wanted to see was -- could he save the franchise at all, simply by way of his acting? As ABL Sensei noted about the original SOTUS -- it was problematic enough to be emblematic of a style of BL that GMMTV is now moving away from.

From that point of view? I’m honestly VERY glad I finished out SOTUS as a franchise. I think it was hugely important for the OGMMTVC project, and for me to understand what GMMTV was experimenting with, and how the channel slowly developed with more expertise in making BLs and/or queer media over the course of the last eight years, particularly under the production eye of Aof Noppharnach as he took more control of GMMTV’s BL steering wheel. It was worth it for me to take the pain of dealing with Krist’s acting again, and as many of the WONDERFUL Tumblr family noted for me: SOTUS S and Our Skyy x SOTUS were by far easier to watch than SOTUS.

So -- I’m making a few assumptions, since I don’t concretely know the detailed history -- by the time SOTUS S comes out, KristSingto are an established pair. Fans are likely chomping for more (and spending more), and SOTUS S comes through as a means of continuing Arthit and Kongpob’s relationship.

Fam, all of you were right. Our Skyy x SOTUS was WAY, WAY better than either of the seasons of SOTUS.

SOTUS S was fine. It reminded me of the Korean period dramas I used to watch as a young woman when they first started airing in America, ones that I’d watch with my mom. Lots of, like, sitting at long tables with your trusted war advisors on how to take over the Goryeo dynasties. SOTUS S was like a Japanese work drama, where like, the STORY of the WORK is PART of the POINT of the drama (maybe a little like Step By Step right now? I think it’s always hard to create DRAMA around, like, a WORK PROJECT, but anyway. Minor quibble.).

Whatever. As with the original SOTUS: it took fucking FOREVER in SOTUS S to get to the meat of the story of where the relationship was landing with Arthit and Kong.

But let me give Krist a little credit. After Arthit got used to Kong being an intern at the company -- I will say that I felt Krist, in his acting, loosened up a bit. A little wink here, an actual smile there. Instead of playing defense at the baseline, Arthit/Krist started hitting some shots at the net. (I see he’s “loosening up” even more right now in Be My Favorite... yeah? I dunno, I ain’t watchin’ that.)

Did I feel like Krist’s betterment in acting was in response to Singto’s acting? Not... quite. Not yet.

Once I watched Our Skyy x SOTUS, I realized a couple of things. The style of workshopping that GMMTV BL actors go through NOW, CLEARLY didn’t exist at the time of SOTUS. I felt like SOTUS and SOTUS S WERE the workshop for these two.

And then Our Skyy premieres, and I’m like -- OHHHHHHHHHH. OH! Krist kinda has it in him to pull out some real acting!

The Our Skyy episode also had 1) great structure, 2) a CONCISE and CRISP storyline, and 3) SHARP dialogue. It didn’t seem like these guys needed to IMPROV their emotions, the way that Krist DID, and seemed to STRUGGLE to do in the first two seasons.

But most importantly, for me -- in relation to what I said about Singto earlier -- I realized something about Singto. Like I said in my review of the original SOTUS -- Krist could not catch what Singto was throwing.

I think in SOTUS S, Singto... didn’t give up, per se. He just STILL didn’t HAVE the means by which to ACT RESPONSIVELY to someone who WASN’T RESPONDING to him. I didn’t see Singto grow, at all, in his role in SOTUS S. He was still the same seme automaton. And there’s a problem with that, I think. I could not see, AGAIN, for the LIFE of me, why Kong would be ATTRACTED to Arthit -- EVEN IF Krist were playing Arthit as a very held-back, stuffy type. Kong/Singto radiated with energy and a POTENTIAL of love -- and watching them interact in SOTUS S was like watching the emanation of an incorrect math equation.

I was surprised. I thought I’d see more development, more flexibility, more comfort in the role of Kong. Both Arthit and Kong seemed to be playing their robotic TYPES.

Not so in Our Skyy. Finally. The guys seemed looser. I felt this most greatly after Kong cooked Arthit breakfast, and Arthit scoffs (as usual) away from Kong��s affections. And Singto/Kong opens his arms for a hug.

FINALLY. Wordless communication! IT WAS GREAT. And the message of the hug -- we don’t know if this will be our last hug, so let’s hug and make it count -- it was a great and meaningful message.

If I had to get through SOTUS S to get to that moment, and to see these two be able to share well-acted emotion by the time of Our Skyy -- I would argue, for my sake and sanity, that it was worth it for this project. Because that ship/pair was so important for early BL. I had to think that there HAD to be some art, AT SOME POINT, between those two, and we got just a taste in Our Skyy.

I want to think, and to say, that for GMMTV -- that may have been a bit of a breakthrough moment, that Our Skyy x SOTUS episode. Many of those other first Our Skyy moments, like Puppy Honey and Kiss The Series/Kiss Me Again -- those were appendages to existing series where the BL aspect was secondary. I think that wordless communication, the emotion and the hug from Kong and Arthit, mayyyyybe potentially showed that, hey -- we can create a bit of a foundation of emotional art here, with this format.

Some quick other thoughts on SOTUS S and Our Skyy before I move on:

1) I liked Cherry. Yes -- a femme-ish character set up for the laughs. But Cherry wasn’t designed nearly as problematically as the femme characters of Love Sick. I think, by adding Cherry, that the writers of SOTUS were beginning to acknowledge that their brand of BL NEEDED to step its toe into queer recognition -- especially considering that other shows that had aired around the time of SOTUS (namely Make It Right) dealt with queerness so head on.

2) WHERE WAS NAMMON IN OUR SKYY??? Come awn! He and Guy Sivakorn had AMAZING chemistry! (Guy Sivakorn, y’all, great GMMTV stable guy!)

3) I REALLY LOVED SEEING KONG’S CLASSMATES in Our Skyy, even for a second. All the homies with their flashy hair. I felt total nostalgia for all of them during SOTUS S and Our Skyy.

4) Durian’s outing of Kong and Arthit was bullshit. THAT was problematic AF. Judgy and shady.

5) Oh, speaking of non-continued couples: no Earth and Tod in Our Skyy. Dang. I thought Earth would come around. (The whole SOTUS franchise REALLY left couples hanging. Remember Prem and Wad?? Wtf! Graveyard of potential!)

Anyway. Listen. I don’t really consider this review over until I watch He’s Coming To Me. I now need to see Singto in a pairing with an actor who ACTS RESPONSIVELY, who is able to CATCH what Singto is PRESENTING.

I will admit Krist DRASTICALLY improved, even from SOTUS S to Our Skyy.

BUT. I now know, from Make It Right and Bad Buddy, that few actors can hold like Ohm Pawat in BLs (but I’ve yet to get familiar with Gun, and I can’t wait to do some talent comparisons between the gold stars of GMMTV soon enough).

And that’s what I’m looking forward to watching -- the SUBVERSION of a huge ship for the SAKE of getting two damn talented actors together for what I know will be a fucking gem of a show in HCTM. I cannot wait to get to it, and it’ll be really soon.

[Alright! On to Love By Chance, with darling Perth Tanapon and my first ride with Saint Suppakong. I’ve mentioned this here and there, but many thanks to the WONDERFUL @bengiyo for filling me in on all the deets of the break-up of the PerthSaint ship. As I get closer to He’s Coming To Me, understanding Perth’s and Ohm’s reputations -- especially as I close out watching Double Savage this week, and understanding how their ship subversions affected their careers in and out of BLs -- is super helpful context.

Here’s the list as it stands. As I said last week, I’ll definitely be a touch delayed with LBC, as I’ll be likely watching and rewatching Our Skyy 2 x BBS (x ATOTS??) and Our Skyy 2 x ATOTS (x BBS??!?) this week and next. BUT STILL, WE PLUG ALONG! And one tiny little change: because this project is so inspired by my passion for the art and the history of Bad Buddy, I’m including a full BBS and Our Skyy 2 x BBS rewatch as a means of honoring this whole undertaking.

As always, I’ll take any input or recommendations from all of you LOVELY family!

1) Love Sick and Love Sick 2 (2014 and 2015) (review here) 2) Make It Right (2016) (review here) 3) SOTUS (2016-2017) (review here) 4) Make It Right 2 (2017) (review here) 5) Together With Me (2017) (review here) 6) SOTUS S/Our Skyy x SOTUS (2017-2018) 7) Love By Chance (2018) (watching) 8) Kiss Me Again: PeteKao cuts (2018) 9) He’s Coming To Me (2019) 10) Dark Blue Kiss (2019) 11) TharnType (2019) 12) Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey (BL cuts) (2016 and 2017) (I’m watching this out of order just to get familiar with OffGun before Theory of Love -- will likely not review) 13) Theory of Love (2019) 14) Dew the Movie (2019) (not an official part of the OGMMTVC watchlist, but I want to watch this in chronological order with everything else) 15) Until We Meet Again (2019-2020) 16) 2gether (2020) 17) Still 2gether (2020) 18) I Told Sunset About You (2020) 19) Manner of Death (2020-2021) (not a true BL, but a MaxTul queer/gay romance set within a genre-based show that likely influenced Not Me and KinnPorsche) 20) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) (review here) 21) I Promised You the Moon (2021) 22) Not Me (2021-2022) 23) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) (thesis here) 24) Bad Buddy (2021-2022) and Our Skyy 2 x BBS (2023) OGMMTVC Rewatch 25) Secret Crush On You (2022) [watching for Cheewin’s trajectory of studying queer joy from Make It Right (high school), to SCOY (college), to Bed Friend (working adults)] 26) KinnPorsche (2022) (tag here) 27) The Eclipse (2022) (tag here) 28) My School President (2022-2023) 29) Moonlight Chicken (2023) (tag here) 30) Bed Friend (2023) (tag here) (Cheewin’s latest show, depicting a queer joy journey among working adults)]

#sotus s #sotus s the series #our skyy x sotus #arthit x kong #kong x arthit #singto prachaya #krist perawat #turtles catches up with the essential BLs #turtles catches up with thai BLs #turtles catches up with old gmmtv #the old gmmtv challenge #ogmmtvc #sotus

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femininefutbol · 2 years

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call your girlfriend

transferred/modified from my wattpad and based on this song

prompt: alexia putellas admits to you that she has been cheating on you and has fallen in love with someone else

word count: 3.5K

‘call your girlfriend, it's time you had the talk’

You groan hearing your phone ringing out loudly, you turn over seeing your clock displaying the time, 11:11pm. You tap around your bedside table attempting to find your phone, once securing it you answer quickly and close your eyes not having a chance to view the contact name due to your blurred tired vision.

"Yes, who is it?" your voice is soft and slightly muffled as you are already close to falling asleep once more.

"Oh I assumed you would have kept my contact" the immediately distinguishable voice of your girlfriend, Alexia Putellas rings through the phone.

"I would never delete it" you sigh, you have been avoiding Alexia for a week or so just trying to work out how they could overcome the current disagreement. "I just got back to Barcelona and your call woke me up which is why I didn't know who it was, I'm sorry babe".

"Ah yeah I guess that makes more sense, look I'm sorry for calling at such a bad time. Mapi didn't tell me you were coming back so I assumed you were still in America and I thought now would be an okay time to call since it's day time there" Alexia hurriedly explains sounding slightly nervous as she rambles on.

"Hey, no you're fine really, I didn't tell Mapi I was coming back, I was going to wait until tomorrow to start contacting people" you explain.

"Well I don't want to keep you up now but I think we really need to talk about some things, can you meet up with me for coffee tomorrow morning? Nomad at 10?" Alexia asks, the nervousness still evident in her voice.

"That works for me, goodnight mi amor" you sigh, almost completely asleep at this point.

"Ahh yeah night (Y/N/N)" Alexia states quickly, immediately hanging up afterwards.

If you were slightly less tired and slightly more awake you would have mulled over the tone of the conversation and lack of affection all night but due to your current state you were able to forgo a night's worth of critical thinking and fall asleep instantly.

‘give your reasons, say it's not her fault’

You happily struts into your and Alexia's regular coffee spot, smiling at the barista as you walk in.

"The usual for you and Alexia?" he asks sweetly, making the correct assumption that the two were meeting up for coffee.

"Yes thank you, I'll be over at our table" you state simply pointing towards the table in the corner of the store where yourself and Alexia always sit.

Knowing that Alexia will be arriving soon you take the time alone to script your slightly overdue apology in your head.

Your thoughts are cut off by snapping fingers in your face, you look up spotting an amused Alexia smirking at you. You get up quickly hugging your girlfriend, it was brief and definitely not the type of reunion hug that would be expected from lovers who have not seen each other in months.

"I guess let me begin" you state, knowing that if you don’t immediately apologise you probably never will. "I am extremely sorry for reacting the way I did, I know that going out of my way to ignore you was horrible of me and especially after we've had all that talk about healthy communication, that was completely wrong. I also see now how ridiculous it is for me to be so uptight about your friendship with Jenni. I don't know why seeing you with her makes me feel so insecure because I know deep down that you guys are just friends but it still affects me every time someone posts about the two of you. I am really hoping that you can forgive me and that we can work together to rebuild us, I'm moving back to Spain for good this time and I really do think without the issue of so much distance we can work this out"

Alexia sighs and this causes you to look up at her for the first time since the beginning of the apology.

"Look, I appreciate the apology a lot and I'm really happy that you've taken the time to reflect and understand your feelings and actions, but I don't think we should be together anymore. We are both on such different life paths and I think that while we both want it to work so badly, it won't. We keep hurting each other and wanting things to be okay but they aren't and they haven't been for awhile, I think you know that as well as I do. This is in no way your fault, I've been thinking about whether we really are right for each other for quite some time and while I wish we were, I just don't think that is the case for us. I'm really sorry (Y/N)" Alexia explains, leaving out a few key details that would definitely aid in your heartbreak.

"Um no yeah, look you are probably right, I'm really glad that you were honest with me and I wish you all the best" you reply in a voice that is just above a whisper. You quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve, grab some money from your purse, placing it carefully on the table and walk out of the cafe, you don’t dare look back at Alexia as you leave.

‘but you just met somebody new’

You walk into Ciutat Esportiva Joan Gamper, the training facility for Barcelona Femení. You are excited to see your sister Mapi and Spanish national teammates, not so excited to have to see her now ex girlfriend Alexia though.

"Mapi!" you yell, sprinting to attack your sister in a hug. Once in each other's arms you hold on tightly, feeling a sense of comfort for the first time in quite a while.

"Hey pequeño" Mapi laughs, smiling down at you, as you are still holding onto her tightly.

"Is that my favourite defender?!" Leila yells across the pitch, making quick work of heading towards the pair of siblings and pulling you into a hug.

"Hey, what about me? I thought I was your favourite defender?" Mapi asks, clearly offended by Leila's favouritism for her younger sister.

"Nope (Y/N) is so small and sweet, she wins" Leila states proudly, pulling you back towards the group that she was standing with.

Upon arriving at the group you are subjected to the sight of Alexia and Jenni completely wrapped up in each other's arms.

"Ahh hi" you wave awkwardly at the girls, Alexia snaps her head in the direction of the sound.

Seeing her ex-girlfriend causes Alexia to detach herself from Jenni, feeling extremely guilty about the predicament that has occurred.

"I'm gonna head back over to Mapi, her and I are going to lunch, wouldn't want to keep her waiting" you state, wanting to be anywhere but where you currently are.

"Hey (Y/N)! Wait up" Alexia calls as you swiftly walk away from the group, leaving them all confused about your exit.

You turn around, face to face with Alexia. "I think it's pretty clear what is occurring and while I'm not surprised, I am a bit hurt, did you at least wait until we broke up?" the question is barely whispered.

"Ummm '' Alexia is caught off guard. She contemplates how to inform you that all your suspicions were in fact correct and that over the course of the months that you had been overseas she had been developing her relationship with Jenni.

"How long?" you sigh, Alexia gives you a blank stare. "How long have you been with Jenni?" you clarify even though you really didn't have to, Alexia knew exactly what you were asking she just didn't want to answer.

"Four months" Alexia grumbles lowly.

"Four months?! So you barely waited for me to leave the country" you exclaim, furious and extremely hurt.

"I really am sorr-'' you don’t wait around to hear what Alexia has to say, you make your way towards Mapi informing her that you will meet her in the car park before quickly making your way out of the training centre.

"What the hell was that about?" Mapi yells, everyone looks around confused at what is happening while Alexia walks away not wanting to face the consequences of her actions.

‘second-guessing everything you said and done’

You watch the traffic go by below you as you sit on the balcony of Mapi’s apartment bawling your eyes out.

"She would get on facetime with me daily, telling me she loves me and can't wait for us to be together again and what as soon as she hung up she would go and be with Jenni?" you ask no one in particular, as you continue ranting, not allowing Mapi or Leila to even formulate a response to your rhetorical questions.

""Oh come on (Y/N), Jenni will never be anything more than a friend, you know I’m not interested in girls like her anyway" she would say" you are clearly mocking Alexia throwing around statements that your ex-girlfriend previously used to reassure you.

“She has told me so many times that she isn’t into dark headed girls, tall girls, immature girls and so much more and what? It was all just a lie?” you ask yourself, all the times you doubted the ‘friendship’ between Alexia and Jenni overtaking your mind. You feel so stupid for having believed that they were only friends.

“You know she had planned a whole trip to America just to visit me, she cancelled the day before and told me that she couldn’t risk travelling because she was sick. During the time she was ‘sick’ she was with Jenni every single day. She literally cancelled her trip to see me just to stay here with her new girlfriend. I can’t believe how much of an idiot I am” you cry louder, the two defenders that are with you wrap you in a huge from either side, neither saying a word, both just holding you while you cry.

‘tell her how you never meant to hurt no one’

Voicemail One: "Hey (Y/N), um call me back whenever. I think we need to talk and this time I have some apologising to do"

Voicemail Two: "(Y/N/N), I never meant to hurt you and I wish I could take it all back, you are important to me even if it's not in a romantic capacity. Call me back when you are ready"

Voicemail Five: "Mapi yelled at me today, she told me to stop calling you but I can't leave us like this. i'm so sorry that I caused so much hurt, it was really messed up and I want to tell you how much I regret it and how I never meant for things to happen like this"

Voicemail Eight: "heyyyy sexyyyy, remember when I used to call you that just before I-" "Alexia seriously? Mapi told you to stop calling her" "Jenni noooo i'm trying to apologise okay" "I'm sorry about her (Y/N), goodnight"

Voicemail Twelve: "Um sorry for drunk voice-mailing you last night, that's another apology I'd hope to make in person but it seems the chances of that occurring are slim. If there's any possibility of you being open to talking at some point, could you give me a sign, please just give me some sort of sign that I may possibly have my best friend back"

Voicemail Twenty: "Okay well I've really lost all hope that you are going to contact me but I assume that you are listening since Mapi is continuing to yell at me about the voicemails. So here is my real and genuine apology that I wanted to give you in person. (Y/N) nothing will ever be able to change what has happened or how horrible I have been, my intention was never to hurt you or break your heart. If I'm honest I thought we were going to break up months ago and I went to jenni one night upset about the fact that this could occur. One thing led to another and god I'm sorry you probably don't want to hear that. Look it shouldn't have happened and I'm so sorry that it did especially while we were together and while I continued to reassure you that nothing would happen with jenni. I understand how betrayed and hurt you must feel and I will spend that rest of my life apologising for making you feel that way. In saying that I wish only the best for you in the future, I want you to find an incredible love and I want you to be so unbelievably happy with someone who adores you, I really pray that you find happiness (Y/N), again I'm so sorry"

‘don't you tell her how i give you something, that you never even knew you missed’

Arriving at international camp there is already a clear tension within the group, most girls not knowing what to do about the situation that has occurred between Alexia and yourself.

The team is at dinner, some girls are clearly on your side sitting around the table with you, including the likes of Mapi and Leila. Other’s on Alexia’s side, granted this group is smaller but still existent. Most of the other girls have opted to stay out of the situation and spread themselves through the rest of the dining hall.

"Should I just talk to her?" you ask the table quietly, heads snap, most of the girls not believing that you would have ever said that.

"Do you want to?" Mapi asks, obviously just wanting the best for you.

"I don't want camp to be awkward for everyone and I think I'd want to hear why she actually did it" you explain to your sister, and Mapi nods understanding the predicament that you are in.

"Well, just as long as this is what you want, I'm happy enough to ignore her unless we are on the pitch" Mapi explains, the rest of the table quickly agreeing with the sentiment.

On the other side of the room, Alexia and Jenni participate in a hushed conversation.

"I don't think it's wise to talk to her unless she initiates it. I understand that you want to explain things to her but it will just make it worse. Just let it go for now and wait to see if she comes to you," Jenni tells her girlfriend.

"Okay yeah I think that is fair, I don't even know what I would say to be honest. Anything that I can think of to tell her kind of screams ‘Jenni is so much better than you’ which is not the way I'm trying to come across" Alexia sighs, knowing that if asked to explain herself any explanation given would involve having to inform you that Jenni is the person that Alexia has always dreamt of being with and in a roundabout way that would mean that you just weren’t good enough.

"You will just have to cross that bridge when it comes up. You loved her at one point, Alexia, I'm sure you could come up with a way to spare her feelings. I know that I had a part in this too, but I would have never agreed to date you if I knew that the both of you were still together, this is your massive mistake and you need to find a way to be sensitive to her feelings. She is a great girl and even as your girlfriend I can admit that she deserves a lot better than what you did to her'' Jenni states, the end of her statement accidentally ending up a lot harsher than she intended but she knows that Alexia needs to hear that in ways she did screw up.

"I know, I know. and I'm still so sorry to you and to her, and just to everyone, I didn't mean for all this to happen" Alexia replies, beginning to cry, overwhelmed with the situation that she has created for herself and the people around her.

‘it won't make sense right now but you're still her friend’

"Hey, can we talk?" you grab Alexia's arm as the team hangs out in a games room they discovered after dinner.

"Yeah of course, I've been wanting to speak with you but I've been told to wait for you to approach me" Alexia explains.

"Jenni told you to wait, hey? She's wise when she isn’t being a clown. I probably would have ignored you if you tried to speak to me” you laugh lightly. While it still hurts you that Alexia betrayed you in the way that she did, you want to be able to move on and you know that Jenni and Alexia are good together. Everyone has thought for years that it was just a matter of time before the two found their way to each other.

"Yeah she did. Look I know that nothing I say will ever be able to fix what I did but I really am so sorry. I lied to you and I also lied to Jenni" Alexia states, she goes to continue but is cut off.

"Wait, Jenni didn't know that we were still together?" you ask in shock, you don’t know whether to be happy that Jenni didn't also betray you or sad that Alexia would be so devious as to date the both of you at the same time without either one of you knowing.

"She thought we had broken up, she actually only found out that we were still dating when you visited training that day" Alexia explains.

"You are lucky she stuck around afterwards, I don't think I would have in that situation" you shake your head. You always knew that dating Alexia was risky, everyone told you that there was always going to be something going on between her and Jenni but you decided to look past that, which was clearly a mistake.

"Yeah, I am. Anyway I know that I must have caused so much hurt and I can't even imagine what that did to you. But I hope that one day we could at least be friends again? You were my best friend in the entire world and I miss that a lot. I will do anything in my power to prove to you that I can be a much better friend than I was a girlfriend" Alexia rushes out, almost as if she didn't say everything in one breath you would leave and not hear her out.

"I think we can work something out, we can't be besties right away and it will take a lot of free lunches and coffees but I'm sure you will find your way back to my friend list. I have definitely missed having you as a friend, being your girlfriend was rough, maybe I should warn Jenni to step down from the position she still can" you laugh, sprinting off in the direction of the group.

"Don't you dare!" Alexia yells, catching up with you, wrapping you in a hug. "Thank you for forgiving me, it means the world, I'm bringing you breakfast in bed tomorrow as my first step in rebuilding this friendship" Alexia smiles, you give her a goofy grin back.

"So are we all a team again?" Mapi yells.

"Yep we're all good, everyone can openly communicate with each other once more" you proclaim, sighs of relief are heard from multiple teammates.

‘the only way her heart will mend, is when she learns to love again’

"So leila huh?" Alexia asks you during your warmups for the morning field session.

"What are you talking about Lex?" you scoff, slightly blushing as the two of you jog around the pitch.

"You like Leila, duh. I can be your matchmaker” Alexia explains, excited about the prospect of helping you find love again.

"I'm pretty sure Leila still isn't your biggest fan so I'm not sure if being a matchmaker would be the best course of action. Also I don't like her, you are just trying to hook me up with someone"

"Come on (Y/N/N), there has always been something there, you two are like Jenni and I, everyone can see that you are meant to be together. Also she likes you back, I know it, she was always jealous that I was with you" Alexia smirks, waiting to see your reaction to her statement.

You push Alexia lightly before responding, “she could do so much better than me"

"So you do like her!" Alexia yells, this causes teammates to turn their heads in the direction of you two.

"Nothing to see here!" you call back. "Shut up loud mouth, maybe I like her but nothing is going to happen so drop it!" you groan, taking your opportunity at the end of the warm up to put distance between you and Alexia so she will stop talking about you and Leila.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #fcb femení #woso x reader #barcelona #fcb femeni imagine #espwnt #spain wnt

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iarchmybaculajk · 1 year

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Zombie Baby

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Chapter summary: Jimin pov, stressed from a court appearance, Jungkook tries to help his boyfriend relax.

wk: 6k

Chapter 1

The restaurant smelled of incense, and not the good kind. Just that heady warm stink that tends to choke you if you linger in a smoke shop too long. But Jimin breathed it in deeply anyways, thankful for something other than the smell of rotting flesh for once.

That was just how it went these days, everywhere you went the smell rose up from the earth the way steam sizzled on the asphalt after it rained on a hot day. It was thick and permeated everything. There were times Jimin felt like he'd be forced to shave his head and burn his clothes just to be rid of it.

Even while he silently thanked his lucky stars this restaurant had a decent ventilation system and was vehemently Anti-Undead, his eyes burned and watered from the hot sweet smoke of the incense.

He blinked rapidly and wiped a little tear from the corner of his eye as it watered, giving his date a small grimace in the process, being sure to wrinkle his nose.

"Er, yeah," Jungkook began taking a small sniff, "It's almost as bad in here. Sorry about that."

He shrugged, running a hand through his blonde hair, a small smile on his face, "It's fine, gotta fight fire with fire I suppose."

He nodded, “So I guess we won’t be taking a post-date stroll in the park.”

He laughed coolly, “That would indeed be an accurate assumption. You can’t even take a stroll to the toilet without a shotgun these days, and I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not spoil the evening by tenderly wiping brain matter off your cheek.” He paused for effect, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth, “I’d rather kiss it.”

The grin that spread across his face was a genuine one, which was hard to come by when most of your time was spent struggling to survive or simply trying to do something as simple as grocery shopping without dealing with the nuisance that was the Zombie Apocalypse. The term only loosely applies though, as it wasn’t so much an apocalypse as it was a totally annoying and somewhat debilitating pain in the ass that just so happened to have weeded out some of the stupider people alive.

After all, this isn’t the movies, only the completely mentally incapacitated got themselves killed. How hard is it to run faster than a corpse, or better yet, fight one off? They had absolutely no motor skills and zero upper body strength. However, their fluids, which they tended to share quite generously, were extremely hazardous – deadly even, or better yet, UN-deadly.

“Well, it is a really nice cheek, so I guess we could arrange something.” He stroked the almost too-smooth side of his face as if he were appreciating texture.

“You’re lucky you amuse me, or else I might think you’re a totally cocky jerk.” Jimin smirked, distractedly playing with the ice cubes in his water with a spoon.

He was admittedly a little preoccupied today; he was due to appear in court later this afternoon on an unlawful disposal of an un-dead person(s) charge. This wasn’t his first rodeo, he was pretty well known in his town for kicking ass and taking names when it came to the zombie pest infestation, and no one ever seemed to care before. But now, those damn tree-hugging morons were trying to give zombies rights, that’s right, ZOMBIES. Unfortunately for anyone with a brain, that meant that staying alive was only going to have that much more red tape and bullshit involved.

Piss off one jerk-off neighbor who is keeping his Grandma’s reanimated corpse as a pet and get thrown in jail. It’s not like he didn’t tell him to keep her in his own yard, but she kept getting into his garbage, so it was time to put Granny down.

People always wondered why he was so callous towards zombies, no sympathy, no remorse when he snuffed their non-existent life. That was probably because they were fucking zombies, DUH. He knew there were plenty of people who shared his views on the situation, and more than a few people that would support him in his quest to thin out the zombie herd, but as with everything there is always going to be enough dipshits to put a cramp in his style with their, “Zombies are People Too” campaigning.

Why couldn’t they just go back to policing social media, fixing climate change and saving the whales? It was like that Tootsie Pop commercial, the world may never know.

Jungkook feigned shock, “Me cocky? Yeah right, I’ve got modesty coming out the wazoo.” He frowned slightly, “Wazoo…” He said slowly, testing it out on his tongue, “what an idiotic word, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Yeah, I was gunna point that out, but you beat me to it. I guess we can take word-smith off your list of attributes.” Jimin joked.

“Pfft, I’m a catch and you know it.” Jungkook grinned widely, his round bunny teeth in all their glory shining pearly white.

“Yup, you’re the best.” Jimin smiled sweetly and leaned forward, thankful for the mindless conversation that came so easily with Jungkook. He was the perfect distraction. “Thanks again for lunch, despite the lung cancer I now have from 2nd hand incense smoke, this place was pretty alright.” He took Jungkook’s large hand into own smaller ones.

“You’re welcome, I think.”

“Now kiss me, PUBLICLY!” he demanded, tugging his hand towards him and pursing his plush lips.

Jimin knew how much he hated PDA, and Jungkook knew how much he loved to tease him about it.

“Fine, aish!” He rolled his large round eyes and gave him a kiss, but the grin on Jungkook’s face told him he didn’t mind nearly as much as he let on.

He masked up, threw some money down on the table next to his crumpled napkin and discarded chopsticks, standing. “You ready?”

He glanced around the booth, putting his mask on quickly and making sure he had his bag. He lugged the oddly heavy bag out of the seat and threw it over his shoulder, pulling out one 9mm semi-automatic pistol from his treasure trove of deadly goodies, and took his boyfriend’s hand with his free one.

“Jesus, do you even have a chapstick in there, or is it only weapons?” Jungkook asked, eyeing his hand-gun with a cursory glance.

“I have a few spare masks and some hand sanitizer in there too. What, would you rather I carry a full manicure set? Maybe I could mani-pedi a Zombie to death!”

He laughed as he pulled Jimin along, leading the way as he typically did. “You’re such a brat.”

Jimin shrugged, “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

They walked toward the exit hand in hand, the modern day couple; where it wasn’t entirely unusual to see a petite, 5ft '7, 27 year old man grasping a gun in one hand and his boyfriend’s hand in the other as nonchalantly as if it were a diet soda.

As they reached the door, he unclasped Jungkook’s hand and stepped ahead, leaning against the blacked out windows of the Chinese restaurant’s door, he opened the door slowly, making sure to scope the entire parking lot before he opened the door in its entirety.

“It’s cool, babe.” Jimin stated, and allowed Jungkook to push forward and assume his ‘alpha male’ role once again. Jungkook hated that Jimin was the one with the gun, but that was just the way it was. Jungkook may have played the more dominant role in the streets, and between the sheets, but it was Jimin who took care of the zombies. It didn’t exactly make sense, but hey… it sounded cool right?

“As much as I love having you being my savior and all, you probably should be a little more discreet with that gun.” Jungkook led the way to the car, his precious piece of shit Hyundai. Jimin mostly ignored him as he hopped into the passenger side, the one with the seat that wasn’t entirely bolted down and the seat belt that had no buckle to latch it.

“What are you so concerned about? It clearly isn’t safety judging from the death trap you’ve been driving us around in.” He fiddled with the seat belt, finding the lucky bolt on the inner side of the seat and hooking his belt to it. He pretended for his own piece of mind that it would somehow keep him from flying through the windshield, one could dream right?

“Well, I was just thinking about the fact that you’re on your way to court and all. Maybe a little discretion would go a long way? Besides, this car is as safe as any. Never did me wrong.” He stated defensively, popping a key into the ignition.

“Yeah, except that time it broke down. I mean, times.” Jimin smirked, purposely ignoring the court comment, he was already nervous as hell.

The car thankfully burst into life and puttered their way out of the parking lot. Jungkook squeezed his knee affectionately, “Don’t be jealous, there’s room in my life for both of you. Plus the cat. And the fish.”

“You sure about that? Sounds like you’ve got quite a lot on your plate, a car, a cat and fish. Are you sure I can fit into that little love quadrangle?”

“Oh yeah babe, there’s plenty to go around. Plus you’re at the top of my list, just don’t tell the cat. She’s a jealous bitch, and would probably poop on your pillow.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Jimin chuckled darkly.

All things considered, Jimin was a lucky guy. He had an amazing and utterly gorgeous boyfriend, enough ammo in their house to defend a small country and while the whole world may have gone to hell in a handbag, at least they had each other.

He glanced over to his boyfriend, who was absentmindedly pursing his lips in the endearing pout that he usually wore when he was concentrating, or lost in thought, which was often if we’re being honest. It was one of Jimin’s favorite things about him. He was snarky and cocky at times, but Jungkook was also very deep and thoughtful. The list of little things Jungkook never realized were so adorable was long, and Jimin preferred it that way, lest he get an even bigger head.

The man knew he was attractive, and that confidence was what Jimin first noticed. Though, at the time, he thought he was a presumptuous jerk, albeit a beautiful one. He had approached Jimin at a bar, while hanging out with his friends one night during their weekly attempt to blow off steam in one of the few safe parts of town.

It was a noisy, dark club, with the kind of sexy, cool clientele that seemed to always have a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Jungkook was no exception. Jimin had been eyeballing him from across the room long before Jungkook had approached him.

He had tousled black hair that was shorn short on the sides above his ears and longer in the back. Clad in a black leather jacket and an all black ensemble that fit his body in ways that made Jimin drool, his heavily tattooed hand holding an unlit cigarette idly while he leaned against the bar ordering a drink. But he wasn’t alone. His two friends stood off to the side, talking to each other animatedly in between sipping their drinks.

They all looked so handsome, and extremely cool. It almost made Jimin jealous.

Jimin hadn’t realized he was staring, but he most definitely was. Jungkook had turned his head slightly as if he felt Jimin’s eyes on his back, a small smile curling his lips. When the bartender returned with his drink he leaned forward across the bar, murmuring something inaudible to the man on the other side, who nodded and left again, coming back with a second drink.

He took his bounty from the bar and immediately locked eyes with Jimin. He wore a satisfied smirk on his gorgeous face as he sauntered the distance between them.

Jimin froze, embarrassed but unable to tear his eyes away from him, caught red handed. He never usually ogled strangers at the bar, and it was even less frequent that he was approached. Not that Jimin wasn’t attractive, on the contrary. He had visuals that most would kill for. But he was shy, and a bit socially awkward around people he didn’t know. Not to mention the fact that his day job usually involved a lot more gun wielding and dead things than most people were willing to deal with.

Jimin sucked in a breath, his eyes impossibly wide when he casually sat down next to Jimin, fixing his large round eyes in a narrowed sexy way on Jimin’s face.

He silently slid the extra drink over to Jimin and put his arm around the back of Jimin’s chair, leaning forward so he could be heard.

Jimin didn’t move and kept his face locked forward, almost afraid of the proximity of his body, but he could feel the stranger’s sweetly scented hot breath against his skin.

“I’m Jungkook,” He said into his ear, as if he was the answer to the greatest mystery Jimin had been pondering, which he kind of was. “Do you want to get to know each other a little better?” His words were dripping with suggestion.

It was incredibly sexy. Too sexy. It kind of pissed Jimin off how evocative he was, and how his nether regions seemed to twinge despite his better judgment. He silently scolded his extremely pent up, deprived sex drive, for daring to betray him at the first hot guy to whisper seductively into his ear in far too long.

Jimin was horny, sure, but he was not a slut. The implications purring from Jungkook’s sweet mouth made Jimin recoil despite himself.

He leaned into the feeling of annoyance, lest he instead give in to his extremely tantalizing suggestion and do something he would later feel dirty and used from.

Jimin turned to face Jungkook, trying to not get caught up in his pouty lips, and dark provocative eyes that seemed to want him.

“Uh, thanks for the drink,” he stammered, instantly feeling tongue tied and less confident in turning the attractive man down. “But, I’m good. I’m with my friends.”

He knew this guy was interested in sex, and not much else, and as titillating as a roll in the sack would be with this alluring stranger, he had to keep his wits about him. He had fuckboy written all over his face, and honestly the audacity to approach Jimin like that in the first place was a turn off.

But then why was Jimin squirming under his smoldering gaze, practically wetting his pants at the invitation?

It didn’t take long for the handsome presumptuous stranger to wear Jimin down. Before the night was through, Jimin was bent over a table in Jungkook’s modest kitchen, clothes forgotten somewhere in between there and the front door. Giving up on ever making it to the bedroom, Jimin took Jungkook’s hot thick cock from behind, in what would end up being the first of several locations and pornographic positions that fateful night.

It proved to be a night neither of them could forget, when Jungkook surprised Jimin by calling him, immediately after their rendezvous, unable to get the beautiful, bendy, plump lipped blonde out of his head.

Somehow Jimin fell into a relationship out of nowhere, and they hadn’t looked back since. That was over a year ago. They had somehow carved a little piece of the world out for themselves, with Jimin moving into Jungkook’s small house, joining his motley crew of pets and friends. Finding themselves intensely comfortable and content with each other.

Jungkook didn’t even bat an eyelash when Jimin confessed what he did for a living, paying his rent and student loans off with money he made from his zombie assassin side hustle. It wasn’t legal, mind you, but it paid the bills, and there wasn’t exactly a lot of honest work to be found these days. The economy was in the toilet, and jobs were scarce, but there was never a lack of zombies that needed disposing of.

He advertised mostly by word of mouth, but there were plenty of places that one could go when they were looking to make contact with someone who specialized in his services. He had deals with a handful of different underbelly organizations that kept the client's rolling in. There were other hunters, of course, but it wasn’t exactly a job people were clamoring to get so all he had to do was keep his rates fair to not have much competition in the market.

The government's stance on the zombie infestation was irritating. While they had made it illegal to dispose of zombies, they also had taken their hands off the steering wheel, allowing them to run amok. They were working on a cure, and while hell would likely be freezing over while everyone waited for that to happen, they had halted the mass killings by military enforcement and instead had taken a role of doling out safety guidelines and red tape for everyone to trip over.

All that meant was that people were expected to wear facemasks, wash their hands profusely, and avoid being eaten by the slow stupid animated corpses. It wasn’t too hard after all. But that didn’t mean that people weren’t still turning left and right, just simple stupidity ending their lives in a ugly mockery of what they once were.

Plenty of people were holding out that there was a cure on the horizon, but Jimin was there for those who were realists. Families who had agreed amongst themselves that if they were to ever turn, they didn’t want to be left to wander the streets or potentially infect their loved ones or others. Or people who had to live in fear while a neighbor housed their own infected family members, putting the safety of everyone in proximity in mortal danger.

When there was a zombie that needed taking out Jimin was there, no questions asked. For the low low price of 500$ a pop.

Of course, now he was wishing he had been smart enough to not kill a zombie when he wasn’t on the clock. Taking out his neighbors granny had been a dumb idea, it wasn’t exactly hard for his neighbor to figure out he had been the one responsible after all. Killing too close to home was his downfall.

Well, downfall was perhaps a bit dramatic, he was only going to be fined more likely than not. There was the potential for minor jail time but usually a couple of greased palms from his contacts could take care of the harsher sentences. There wasn’t a lot money couldn’t fix, not that he was swimming in it or anything. But he was owed a few favors, and he was cashing them all in to avoid jail. He was too pretty for jail, let’s be honest.

It didn’t stop him from being nervous though, he hated the formalities of court, the imposing harsh gaze of the judge, it was all too much pressure for him. Even a speeding ticket caused Jimin to break out in a sweat. He wasn’t sure what it was about authority figures but he hated them. They made him feel weak and helpless. Which he most definitely wasn’t.

Only one person was allowed to make him feel that way, and only in the bedroom, and that was Jungkook. Something about letting him hold him down, using his strength to pin him to the bed, or the wall, pressing his hard body against his smaller one, made him feel helpless in the most delicious way.

But give Jimin a gun, and you wouldn’t have to worry about his small frame or diminutive height any more. He was a crack shot, thanks to his stint in the military, his unit being stationed on the front lines. Jimin had been specifically trained in military weaponry and excelled quickly becoming a weapons specialist.

Jungkook was two years younger than Jimin, and had managed to avoid ever being conscripted thanks to the whole apocalypse thing, the war over North and South Korea being forgotten with the fate of the planet as a whole being on the line. It was quite a time to be alive.

While Jungkook was ever the macho man, good in a fight, and masculine in all the right ways, he had no idea how to use a gun. Given the opportunity to learn, he had turned his nose up at it much like the majority of gun fearing Korean’s of yester-year. But he was fine with Jimin taking up the helm, it was their give and take. Jimin felt safe on the arm of Jungkook around people, and Jungkook felt safe with Jimin around whatever else was lurking. He was glad Jungkook wasn’t the kind of guy to feel his masculinity being threatened because his smaller boyfriend was the one carrying the gun.

He really was a catch.

___

Later that evening, Jungkook was waiting in the parking lot of the court, car idling. Jimin spotted the silver car as soon as he set foot outside. His armpits were damp, and his hands were still clammy from the anxiety of his court hearing. One 500$ fine later, he was breathing shakily but a lot easier than before. The relief of seeing his boyfriend waiting for him patiently outside made him feel even better.

Jimin eyeballed the parking lot, sure enough, there was a zombie stumbling in the back of the lot, aimlessly walking and turning confused in circles. Not much of a threat. Which was good considering he obviously wasn’t packing at the moment. All the more reason for Jungkook to pick him up despite them not living far from the court house. Nothing made Jimin feel more vulnerable than not having his gun on him. He hurried to the waiting car, hating how nervous he was feeling.

Jungkook leaned across and threw the car door open as he approached. Jimin hopped in letting out a breath of relief. Jungkook reached back over Jimin’s lap and popped the glove box, Jimin’s 9mm glowing in the light from within.

“Awe, you’re too sweet.” Jimin said as if he had discovered a box of heart shaped chocolates.

“I know how you get when you don’t have at least one weapon on you.” Jungkook quipped, running his hand up his boyfriend’s leg.

Jimin smiled, tucking the gun into the waistband of his pants and settling back against the seat, appreciating the cold hard gun pressed there, a constant reminder that he could handle whatever happened.

Jungkook took in the sight of his slightly sweaty, nerve-wracked boyfriend. He had closed his eyes, his breath was shallow, through slightly parted lips. His neatly styled blonde hair was starting to ruffle, with a tendril or two falling into his eyes. His shirt was clinging to him, the button down damp and uncomfortable looking at this point. But he looked extremely sexy.

“How’d it go? From the looks of how sweaty you are… I’d say, good?”

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head, neither to agree or disagree. “500$ fine. It sucked. But I’ve lived to tell the tale, and I’ll be back to taking out zombie’s before you know it. But perhaps not our neighbors next time.”

Jungkook nodded, and squeezed Jimin’s thigh, “How about we get you home, and out of those clothes. Take a nice shower and have some dinner?” Jungkook offered, with an emphasis in his mind on getting Jimin out of those clingy clothes.

A steamy shower with his sexy boyfriend sounded like a great way to relax and forget about how annoying and stressful court was. Who was he to say no, “Yes, please.”

They plowed through the parking lot and on to the street, putting the courthouse and the odd lone zombie in the rearview.

___

Jimin was naked before he knew what was happening.

It started in the car, in between shifting gears, Jungkook was rubbing his thigh, all while never taking his eyes off the road. The only sign that he was getting as turned on as Jimin, was the way he was biting his lip ring, pushing his hand between Jimin’s spread thighs and rubbing deeply, grazing his stiffening cock with each movement.

Jungkook was eager to destress his poor boyfriend. Eager to get him home, so he could watch him melt into a puddle from pleasure only he could give him.

Jungkook kept the deep massaging of Jimin’s inner thigh up all the way until they parked the car. He was possessive, arms around Jimin as soon as he pulled him from the car, walking with him wrapped up inside them while Jimin fumbled with the keys to their house. Jungkook only made the job harder, while he pressed his crotch to Jimin’s ass and buried himself in the crook of Jimin’s neck nibbling and kissing his still damp flesh.

As soon as they were in the house, Jungkook stripped them both, tossing Jimin’s gun along with the rest of his clothes on the couch, kissing and tugging him towards their bathroom. They were barely able to navigate the house if not for the muscle memory, Jungkook was touching and kissing all the while.

Jimin was in a fit of giggles and little gasps as Jungkook hurried them to their destination, quickly running the shower and back to pulling Jimin in close to put his hands all over his naked flesh. It was all hungry touches, and kisses. Jungkook was paying special attention to Jimin’s earlobe, pulling at the silver hoop there with his teeth. It always sent shivers down Jimin’s spine when he put his mouth anywhere near his ears, reminding him of the first time they met, his warm sweet breath purring seductively against it.

The steam was starting to build in the small bathroom, indicating the shower was ready to melt Jimin’s cares away, not that Jungkook wasn’t doing a fabulous job of that already. He pulled Jimin in behind him, closing the curtain and letting the hot water drench their naked bodies.

Jimin let Jungkook do all the heavy lifting, just willing to be touched and let his hands work themselves across his body. Jungkook, took a shower puff and squeezed a vanilla body wash into it, working the lather across Jimin’s chest, following the sponge with his hand as he felt Jimin’s nipples harden under his touch. Down his soft smooth belly, lightly caressing his toned abs, appreciating the subtle ripple of muscle beneath his pale skin.

Jimin watched his hands move down his body, enjoying the way his boyfriend was so engrossed in the ritual. Jimin rested his arms loosely around Jungkook’s neck, draping them languidly and casually twirling the wet hair at the back of Jungkook’s head.

He was ever so appreciative of the attention his boyfriend was giving to his body that bordered on worship, Jimin smirked inwardly wondering exactly who was getting off on this more. Jungkook was rock hard after all, his eyes following his hand movements, like he was drinking in every inch of the soapy naked sight.

After Jimin had been perfectly lathered, Jungkook pressed his hard body against Jimin again, slickly moving his chest and abs against Jimin’s as he kissed him deeply, his hands grabbing fistfuls of Jimin’s tender soapy ass.

Jimin kissed back, loving the way his boyfriend’s soft lips felt, tasting the water of the shower beading down their faces with each flick of his tongue against Jungkook’s.

They hadn’t had shower sex in a while, but it seemed pretty evident that it was where they were headed. If the hands on Jimin’s ass, slipping between his cheeks and rubbing soapy circles around his hole, were anything to go by.

Jungkook swirled his tongue slowly in Jimin’s mouth, almost in sync with his movements against Jimin’s rim. The two sensations eliciting a low moan into Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin bit and tugged at Jungkook’s lip ring in approval.

Jungkook, slipped a wet finger into his hole, Jimin instantly mewled against his lips. The wet finger was dipping in and out slowly, knuckle deep. Soon, it was followed by a second finger, stretching and twisting to make room for himself inside.

Jimin was already weak in the knees, Jungkook knew exactly how to stretch him slowly, making his body ache without the burn of going too quickly. He was working him over with two fingers, scissoring wider at the tips til Jimin was blooming and softening like a flower opening to the sun.

With the introduction of a third finger, Jimin was panting, gripping Jungkook’s hair at the back, with Jungkook folding himself around Jimin, head over his shoulder watching himself as he pulled Jimin’s asscheeks apart so he could get a better visual of his tattooed fingers doing what they did best.

Jimin writhed under his fingers, holding onto Jungkook for dear life, twisting and pressing his aching dick against Jungkook’s upper thighs enjoying the slippery friction, feeling his equally hard cock press against his stomach. His ass was so full of Jungkook’s fingers, pushing slow and deep, pressing down against his prostate as he pumped them, giving Jimin a taste of the pleasure yet to come. The sweet pressure was building a fire inside his belly that was soon aching for more.

With one final stretch, Jungkook pulled out his fingers, and slapped Jimin on his wet ass, the sound cracking in the air. Jimin gasped, the mixed pleasure and pain from the sensation making him fall apart.

“Turn around.” Jungkook said bossily, his eyelashes were wet, his face dripping and hair a mess but he was oh so sexy when he got commanding.

Jimin instantly twisted around, and Jungkook took him by the wrists from behind and nudged him against the shower wall. The tile was still cold and wet, it sent a shiver through Jimin’s hot body. He took Jimin’s hands and pulled them up, placing them on either side above his head, folding his fingers through Jimin’s and molding himself to his boyfriend’s body.

Jimin immediately pushed his ass out, pressing it into Jungkook’s damp crotch, feeling his cock slipping between his asscheeks. Jungkook grinded against him, not entering him but sliding himself up and down against his ass with his dick nestled between his cheeks.

After some teasing, Jungkook finally released one of Jimin’s hands, “Don’t move.” He whispered into his ear.

Jimin obediently waited, feeling Jungkook pressing his cock against his pliable hole, rubbing it there at the entrance as if checking if it was going to let him in.

Jimin bit his lip in anticipation, his hole fluttering against the cock tip. That seemed to do the trick, Jungkook applied pressure, his hole immediately swallowing the cock head neatly, since he had already been so perfectly prepared for it. It didn’t stop Jimin from gasping at the sensation and sudden stretch.

Jimin moaned deeply, while Jungkook fell against him, burying himself immediately inside of his perfect pink hole.

Jungkook put all his weight into it, and Jimin was impossibly full. No matter how many times they had fucked over the last year he never got over the way Jungkook made him feel so utterly complete and whole when he was inside him.

“Uhhnnn, Jimin, baby. You always feel so fucking good on my cock.” Jungkook quietly purred, his lips close to his boyfriend’s ear. He wasn’t particularly loud during sex, that was usually Jimin’s role, but when he did he saved it for whispering lewdly against his neck just for Jimin to hear. It was Jimin’s biggest turn on. Hearing him breathily, quietly, coming undone just for him was like pornographic music to his ears.

Jungkook was thrusting deep, his thighs slapping against Jimin wetly. He kept his hands above his head, not daring to move but his knees were growing weaker by the second. His dick was throbbing untouched, and Jimin wasn’t sure if it was the water or his precum dripping blissfully from the swollen tip.

He had never been big on dirty talk before Jungkook, the idea had always made him giggle. He just couldn’t take someone saying stuff like that to him seriously. But when Jungkook pulled him by his hair, and praised how well he took his cock it nearly made Jimin cum. He never wanted him to stop. He couldn’t help the way he folded, responding in kind with sweet submissive agreement.

“Mmm, just for you.” He managed in between gasps of pleasure.

They were words he never could have imagined coming genuinely out of his mouth with any other man. Only Jungkook had ever made him feel so desired, so completely possessed. He was all his, his body was made for his pleasure.

Jungkook loved Jimin’s responsiveness, pushing his face against the shower wall firmly but gently, getting off on the way Jimin became his when he was inside of him. “All mine.” He grunted, grabbing Jimin’s hips and rocking himself harder against his ass.

He was hitting Jimin’s prostate with each thrust, pounding it mercilessly. The sounds of their bodies clashing were louder than the shower itself and only drowned out by the sound of Jimin’s moans, which were sharp and pointed with each hit of his sweet spot.

“Gunna cum.” He breathed weakly, his eyes screwed shut tight, letting the sensation of Jungkook’s hard grip on his hips and powerful rapid thrusts overtake him. The hot lightning rod of pleasure was hitting its peak.

Jungkook kept up the speed, but leaned forward again, wrapping his tattooed arms around Jimin’s chest tightly, holding him close and hard, shallow, fast pumping as he climbed toward his own orgasm.

“Cum on my cock baby, show me how good I make you feel.”

That was a request Jimin could most definitely fulfill, with Jungkook’s cock buried to the hilt and his breath against his neck Jimin was spiraling over the edge. Jungkook’s arms held him up as he nearly fell to the shower floor, fucking into him as his orgasm was purged from within, spilling rope after rope of cum beneath him.

His walls were clenched hard and tight against Jungkook who continued to pound Jimin. He couldn’t even feel his feet on the floor anymore, his orgasm still hitting him like crashing waves, moans and sounds he wasn’t even registering were flowing from his lips.

Jungkook’s orgasm was close behind a few short hard thrusts later with an intense guttural groan, keeping himself deep within Jimin’s hole. He was panting hard, riding out the sensation overload with a deep grinding roll of his hips, seemingly never wanting to part from Jimin’s body.

As if cured from some kind of sex poison, Jungkook grinned, his voice breathy but returning to normal, “Feel better now?”

Jimin couldn’t stifle the laugh, Jungkook was still buried in his ass, and he was being cute. “Much.” He managed finally finding the strength to stand again. Jungkook buried his wet face against Jimin’s neck and kissed him repeatedly, “Good.” He murmured against his skin.

When they had finished up in the shower, Jimin felt like an overcooked noodle. Soft and pliable. Jungkook wrapped him up in a huge fluffy towel, and carried him to their bed like a bride, eliciting giggles from Jimin. He was impossibly relaxed, in a way only Jungkook seemed to make him. Content, blissful and sleepy. Jungkook snuggled against his burrito wrapped boyfriend until they both fell asleep, forgetting dinner, and zombies, court and the whole world all together.

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Weeping willow || Andy & Nicole

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @declinlalune & @nicsalazar SUMMARY: Andy and Nicole go on a hike and learn how similar they are. CONTENT WARNING: Parental and sibling death, alcoholism mentions

It wasn’t often that Andy allowed herself to have any kind of routine outside of her usual day-to-day. Disturbances to said routine were often a cause of anxiety, better pushed down and dealt with in the silence of her home, but as far as her accompanied hikes went, she wasn’t entirely upset by the idea of having somebody to share them with outside of Alex. Meeting Nicole had been by chance– and continuing to run into her had been a means of repetition and habit. Because of the feeling that traveled over her skin when they happened across one another, Andy had considered finding a different route, just to create a safe space for the other woman, even though Nicole had no clue at all what Andy was hiding in her gene pool. But after talking a few times, she realized they had more in common than originally thought.

So as fate, or some fucked up coincidence would have it, Andy and Nicole had begun taking the trail together. “I found some bear traps a few weeks ago on the incline up here, just as a heads up.” She didn’t bother with the trekking pole today, mostly because she knew she wouldn’t necessarily be looking out for the steel traps. Even though she couldn’t tell what kind of shifter Nicole was, it was probably better to tell her that the woods might not be as safe as previously thought. “I triggered a few of them, hid the ones I couldn’t carry back– those fuckers are heavy as hell, I don’t think I considered that on the way back down.” Two wasn’t entirely terrible, but despite her cursed super strength, it did put a strain on her back.

Nicole had grown to enjoy her hiking companion more than she ever thought she would. The circumstances weren’t completely clear to her even now, months after their first hike together. At the time, she had been looking for something to keep herself in shape during the off season. But somewhere along the way, it became routine. The kind Nicole could welcome in a life so unpredictable. She nodded at Andy’s warning. She touched her biceps, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Got it, you’re just saying that to show off a little…” What she really wanted to say was, possibly, a little crude. That maybe she should’ve kept the traps in place. No, she would’ve sounded like an asshole. Andy was looking out for people, she assumed. Nicole was more concerned with the beasts.

Another thing Nicole appreciated of this hiking arrangement was the likelihood of staying quiet for long period of times, without feeling her skin crawl at the idea of making small talk. They were hiking after all. Save for a few minor slip ups, they had kept conversation impersonal. Which suited her fine. Except— Only her curiosity could claw at her protective walls and dent them. And she had grown curious about Andy. At this point, it felt like they should be more, shouldn’t they? Was Andy keeping the distance because of self preservation, or because she was picking up something on Nicole’s end? Vibes. She knew people talked about vibes a lot. Maybe her vibes were wretched. Except, they couldn’t be, because Andy was constantly making the choice to go on this hike with her. A terrifying thought nested in her mind: It was up to her to extend a branch. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, pulse quickening. “Never thought bears would such a fucking problem when I moved here, you know? Which was— eh, probably a really fucking stupid omission on my part” then again, her mind wasn’t flooded with brilliant thoughts at the time. She waited a beat, opting to clear up a few assumptions. “So, did you grow up here?”

Andy was glad that it was slightly warm, so that when a blush bloomed across the bridge of her nose at Nicole’s comment, it would go unnoticed. “If I’m working out, then shouldn’t I be?” Be what, Andy? She cleared her throat and tugged at the end of her braid, moving it to rest on her other shoulder. Andy had come to enjoy the hikes. They were a means of company without the insistence of conversation or breaking barriers. As much as Andy could have used a friend to speak her worries to, she was fine with what she and Nicole had going on. She was grateful, even, and she showed it at the end of every hike. Same time next week? Andy tugged at the straps of her backpack, looping her thumbs through the ends, swinging her arms back and forth as if a child on their way to school.

For a while, the only sounds were their even breathing and bird calls. Then Nicole spoke, and Andy couldn’t help but laugh at her comment. “Yeah, I mean, I guess?” There were other things, too, that she was positive the traps were meant for. Even if they were dangerous, they didn’t deserve to die, trapped. That, of course, came with the baggage of what ifs. What if they killed people, what if they terrorized the community, what if they were dangerous. But Andy didn’t want to think about the what if’s. She wanted to think about the simplicity of a bear trap and what it could mean for a cub, fox, or even a deer who happened across it. Getting into the details of the supernatural meant having to approach somebody else with its existence, and she wanted to keep the fact that she was in the know out of the conversation. “When did you move here?” Andy asked as she glanced over at Nicole, before letting out a laugh at how their questions collided. “Nah, my sister and I moved here… about four years ago? I think.” That seemed right. “Sorta lost track, a lot has happened in the past year or so.” She stopped swinging her arms and dropped her thumbs from their place in the loops and began to pick at the loose threads from the bottoms of her shorts. “I like it though, it’s nice.” It could be home, maybe. One day.

“Hmm” Nicole’s thoughts flooded her, their joke momentarily on hold. She couldn’t think of anything worse than showing off. To push yourself into the spotlight, on purpose? She shuddered. But people did a lot of that at the gym, which is why she often opted out of it. Rock climbing was way more fulfilling than doing a bunch of repetitions in— Would Andy enjoy rock climbing? Clearing her throat, she got herself out of her brief moment of introspection, one she walked into by making the joke in the first place. Humor, right. “Maybe. And who do you wanna impress out here in the woods? The squirrels, the birds? Dunno if they’d into it…” she was pushing into the absurdity now, smile reaching her eyes. She took a few side steps, putting distance between them, just in case Andy decided to retaliate with those mighty arms.

She laughed at their coincidence, but remained quiet once she noticed Andy gearing up to answer. Nicole’s gaze was fixed on the woman’s profile as she spoke. Andy had a sister. The hint of a smile crossed her features. It was gone before it could turn bittersweet. Before it was ruined by grief, and gave away more than she was comfortable with. She filed that information somewhere it wouldn’t get lost in the disorganized mess of her mind. To ask next time. How was the week? How’re you? How’s your sister?

She also learned that Andy wasn’t a local. Much like herself. Nicole pulled two protein bars —cookies and cream and chocolate brownie— dangling them in front of Andy for her to grab. Paying close attention to which one she went for (so she knew to bring more next time). It was a minute or so of their footfalls, until she remembered Andy’s question. “Oh, right…you— It’s been six years for me…close to that I’m sure,” timing got a little hazy when you spent a third of it (if she lowballed it) blackout drunk.

“But it is nice.” she agreed. Nicole knew she was crazy for thinking so. And maybe it was because Leah had rubbed off on her, it was impossible to avoid a sense of affection for this stupid, dangerous place. Even if she went on to diss it in the following breath. It was her trash town, dammit. “I mean, I ended up here cause Google told me to… could’ve been worse” she ripped the package of her protein bar with her teeth. “You do your research first?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’d be like one of those disney princesses, you know?” Andy hadn’t been raised on disney, and it’d only been later in life that she watched movies like Snow White, Tangled, and Sleeping Beauty. Out of the three, Tangled had been her favorite, mostly because the vision of using a frying pan to defend herself was hilarious and possible all at the same time. “Instead of talking to the animals, they’re just super impressed by my muscles.” She had worked hard to keep her physique. Not out of want for herself, but out of necessity. There was no telling what, or who might come after herself and Alex, so she liked to keep strong. She kept active, and even went to the gym at least four times a week.

Andy was oblivious to any reflection Nicole might have done at the mention of Alex. Instead, her attention was pulled by the other woman rummaging in her own pack, and then, snacks were displayed in full view. It took Andy a second to recognize the flavors before she pointed at the chocolate brownie. “We can split it if it’s your favorite.” Andy swiped the protein bar from her hand and knocked it against her hand. She smiled at Nicole, continuing to keep pace with her. She’d been used to giving up the things she wanted, or needed, for the sake of others. It never bothered her. She couldn’t let it bother her. If she did, she’d have been a terrible sister and a terrible caregiver.

“Six years? That’s a long time, if you think about it.” Since her parents died, Andy hadn’t been anywhere for longer than– well, four years, now. She opened the protein bar as they walked, careful to avoid any small pieces of plastic falling away as she tore. “You got here because of Google… Really?” Andy let out a laugh before she took a bite of the protein bar, only sort of forgetting she told Nicole they could share if she’d picked out the favorite. She could break it in half in the middle, if anything. “Um, through the grapevine, mostly, but Google definitely helped me figure out if it was a good fit.” Shit– what if Nicole picked up on that? She probably would. She seemed observant. “You know, the whole coastal town thing. Cheaper rent prices. We got our cabin for dirt, compared to some of the other places in town, it was one of the reasons I decided to just stay.”

“Disney princess…” Nicole squinted at her, mouth opening and closing a few times before answering. “So not what I was expecting to come out of your mouth” she breathed out a laugh. But she was willing to run with the scenario. “So— like… If—if you flex they come to your aid? Snow white style?” She flexed her own arm to demonstrate, looking around as if her words would magically become true. Oh. So werewolves and vampires were real, but apparently fit disney princesses was pushing it. “Probably modern disney though… the kind that doesn’t need a man or anything” she mused, mostly to herself. In her opinion the only original disney princess that mattered was Belle. Which— If she had a type, that was neither here, nor there.

She nodded curtly at Andy’s suggestion, fixing her with a curious frown. Keep the whole thing, she thought. And that was it for her. She focused on her own snack, unaware of Andy’s inner struggles. Cookies and creams worked just fine for her.

“Yeah, ah…Google” she nodded, striding quietly for a moment. Perhaps, Nicole should’ve thought twice before bringing this up. She shrugged, trying to formulate her next sentence with enough delicacy not to step on an emotional landmine. “Rough spot at the time, you know? Not a lot of options. So— I end up looking for obscure small towns” her gaze fell to the forest ground, because focusing on branches and dirt and bugs was a lot easier. “Didn’t even click on the links or anything. Just, go with the first one I saw”. The rest was history.

Nicole wondered what Andy found on her Google research to deem this town perfect for her and her family. Besides, obviously, the facts she was currently sharing with her. Because someone, somewhere must’ve had some article out there warning people not to come. Right? But she chose to put a pin on that question, not only for what it could potentially reveal, but because the mention of a cabin dismantled her fragile attention span. “Oh, yeah. Those cabins. Got one too— pretty sure it was haunted,” the trail split in front of them and Nicole pointed towards the least beat down. “Lucky me ended up moving a year ago, so at least I don’t have to worry too much about some mons—” she caught herself in time, keeping her eyes glued to her boots. “Wild animals… bursting through my window in the middle of the night and eating me” she took a bite of her protein bar, waving what remained in her hand as she continued. “Gotta keep your place secured” she stated in the way of an advice. Though, if Andy had lived there for four years then she knew all about it already.

“Hey, what does that mean?” Andy narrowed her eyes playfully. She knew the vision was hilarious. Andy didn’t scream disney princess, and she wasn’t sure where disney was at with adding ex-werewolf hunters to their cast. Not that it mattered. It was a joke, and Nicole had taken it as such. “Yeah, see, you get it. You have the vision.” When Nicole flexed, Andy snorted. Her comment about not needing a man made Andy laugh even harder. “No, definitely not. When do you think they’ll bring out the first lesbian princess? Maybe I can be buff and gay, a true revolutionary.” If there were already buff or gay disney princesses, she had no clue. It felt easy, declaring who she was to Nicole. There was no fear out of resentment or ridicule, and she was grateful.

As they walked, Andy began reading the back of the label of her protein bar, taking note of the brand so that she could buy some for Alex and Kaden to try. Maybe Kaden wouldn’t be as dissatisfied since it would say protein on it. Then again, he might be put off by all the sugar. Whatever.

As Nicole explained her rough spot, all Andy could do was nod. “No, I get it. You don’t need to go into detail or anything.” She wouldn’t ever make somebody else feel the need to put themself on display, especially when she couldn’t even do so herself. Especially not when Nicole had Andy’s skin crawling. What would she think, if Andy explained that she’d been running away from the very thing that she was, with the very thing she had been taught to hate in tow? Would she be dismissed? Would Andy lose a friend? Because that’s what this was growing to be— a friendship, and Andy wanted it to stay that way, but didn’t Nicole have a right to know?

Andy felt the back of her neck begin to prickle, not because of Nicole, but because of the nerves. Fuck, just be normal, Andy.

Andy forced herself to fall back into the conversation. “That’s bold as hell though, I um…” She tried to remember the word commend, but came up empty, and quickly finished off the protein bar as a means for time, before shoving the wrapper into her pocket. “Think that’s pretty fucking cool. Following whatever you need to do for you.” Because that wasn’t a lie.

“A haunted cabin? Damn… ours only came with mice.” Andy wondered, silently, how far she was from Nicole’s place. Maybe she should tell her— at least about Kaden. There was no telling what would happen there. Andy still wasn’t entirely sure why he was in Wicked’s Rest, or what he was running from. Fuck. Be. Normal. Andy smiled easily as her thoughts tormented her. It wasn’t hard to catch onto what Nicole had meant to say. So she was skirting around it, too. Andy nodded, as if to reiterate Nicole’s comment. “The raccoons, they’ll eat just about anything, won’t they?” Her brows pulled together before she stole a glance at Nicole, noting how she was barely flushed from the hike. “I’ve got a baseball bat, does that count?” And an assortment of other weapons, but that didn’t matter. None of it was anything that could intentionally hurt Alex, aside from the butterfly knife made of silver that she had gotten from her mother— she hadn’t figured out a way to part with that memory just yet.

Nicole offered a noncommittal shrug. They both knew what it meant, but she didn’t wanna put her foot in her mouth. Not that she had any time to. Her eyebrows probably reached her hairline when she heard Andy. “Wh—” What? Lesbian princesses? She cocked her head, as if the act would push her braincells to process faster. She knew better than to judge a book by its cover — that was an absolute lie, she was definitely the judging kind— but fuck, how did she never realize? When looking at Andy was like someone shoving a mirror in front of her. Or like putting up bright neons signs with the word ‘gay’ pointing down at her. “Oh” she nodded, the information reaching understanding stage in her braig clogs. “Since when?” really? “No— no” she raised her hand to stop Andy from saying anything. “That came out— I just mean, that’s great that you are…”

It was possible Nicole might have sweat more in that moment than she had during the entire hike. She didn’t want Andy to think she felt weird about it. But in her defense —that wasn’t never a great angle, was it?— in her defense, she had missed a huge cultural and societal shift while a jaguar took her body prisoner. Her fifteen year old self had to grapple with being gay in isolation, uncertain if she’d ever be happy, while twenty one year old Nicole had girls flirting with her without shame or fear. And yes, it was a little embarrassing that she still felt shy, uttering the word, but Andy had nothing to do with it. “I am, too. Since, always…obviously”.

Nicole had treaded carefully most of their conversation. Expertly avoiding anything that could have emotional repercussions. She had gotten good at it, especially in her sobriety, but then Andy uttered one simple word and it seemed to pull the trigger. Her thoughts did betray her that time, sinking into the unwanted reminders of the past. “Yeah…” Bold never was the appropriate way to describe anything she’d ever done. Certainly not running away while her family was slaughtered. Or running away years later, because she couldn’t handle the aftermath. She clenched her jaw, diverting her attention to the trees while she chewed back the unwelcomed tears. “Will tell you about it sometime”. It wasn’t the usual attempt at avoiding a tough conversation. She meant it, she wanted Andy to know. Ideally, she would’ve liked to do so with a drink in hand. But that wasn’t— it couldn’t be possible anymore. And for good reason. She’d find a way to tell Andy, it’d just take longer. She sniffed, her tears already dried. “Maybe not on a hike, though. Something more…” she licked her lips, trying the word in her head before saying it, “chill”. She used that correctly, she was confident. Yup. “If you’d be— into that. Maybe you’re not the going out type. But hey, you’re a disney princess apparently, so no more assumptions”.

She finished her protein bar before Andy did, mostly because she needed something to swallow that wasn’t the lump in her throat. They had moved past it, it was fine. “Oh, I think even the mice were ghosts” Nicole breathed out a laugh, painfully aware that they were both skirting around the issue of supernatural. So Andy knew, but how much? “The racoons… they got some really big ones here in Wicked’s rest. My theory? All that stuff in the mines. Bet some fumes drift to the forest. Mutants” she’d never been prouder of the bullshit coming out of her mouth. And somehow it seemed more possible than the truth. Because who’d believe in giant bears and werewolves, vampires and phoenixes, freaking jaguars frolicking about coastal Maine? “Baseball bats are great” she approved with a nod, “a dog wouldn’t hurt either” she looked up alarmed then, as if she might have said the most offensive thing in the world. “If you like them, of course. Unless… you’re one of the— cat obsessed lesbians?”

Andy nearly came to a stand still at Nicole’s reaction to her coming out. She knew that there were no malicious intentions in Nicole’s surprise, but the way she spluttered made Andy laugh anyway. Maybe she should have felt uneasy, but Nicole seemed like the kind of person that she could have this kind of conversation with. At her question of when, Andy laughed loud enough for the birds in the trees above them to scatter. “Si—“ Immediately cut off by Nicole’s raised hand, Andy snorted.

The laugh that came out of Andy was deep, reaching through all the way to her belly. Her shoulders shook with the realization that Nicole was embarrassed, and she tossed her head back in uninhibited joy at the deep seated realization that gays really found their own without trying. The magazines— Tik Tok, it’d all been right. “I have been, since always, obviously.” Andy knocked her shoulder against Nicole’s with another laugh, and she reached to wipe away the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes. “Being gay sort of came to me easy.” It was everything else that she couldn’t quite place. Who she was within her hunter identity, who she was to Alex, now that they were at two separate ends of the ranger-imposed food chain. Being gay was the easiest thing that Andy had ever done, even if she was awful at flirting and pulling just about anyone.

A brief moment of silence pulled over them and Andy cleared her throat. It had been awhile since she’d been able to laugh like that. It wasn’t to say that there weren’t joyous moments, but something like that, between two friends— no expectations, no feeling of resentment or fear. It was nice.

Something shifted, and maybe if Andy were better with social cues, she would have noticed it sooner. Nicole got quiet. Where there had been teasing had slowly been replaced by something else that Andy did find uncomfortable. A sort of mourning that you only found when you went looking for it. Had she struck a nerve? Instead of saying anything, she allowed Nicole the silence to pull back the blanket of uncertainty, and as she spoke, the redhead nodded with ease, but not without a tightness in her chest. It was easy, pretending— pretending that she didn’t notice the way it was obvious Nicole wanted to cry. What had she been through? Andy could only imagine, given the vibration that fell over her skin with every moment they spent next to one another. It was a frequency that was hard to ignore, no matter how much she tried. It was different enough from Alex that it felt louder. Andy wondered if what Nicole was had anything to do with the stories that stayed piled at the back of her throat. It felt invasive, knowing this piece of Nicole without the other woman speaking it into existence. Andy felt guilty. She felt dirty.

“Something more chill sounds nice.” The words, despite how simple they were, almost got caught in Andy’s throat. She reached up to untuck her braid from where it’d been caught between her shoulder and the strap of her backpack. She wanted to get to know Nicole, because if she did, it meant she could come clean. If Nicole decided to retreat, or if she got angry, then Andy would bear those reactions. She would understand if Nicole would never want to see her again. Andy didn’t think of herself as a good person. In fact, she thought of herself as quite the opposite, but she had no intention of hurting Nicole or anybody else who carried their beasts under their skin. Andy wanted that to matter in this context, but who was she to argue with somebody who might have been hurt by people like her in the past?

At the comment about disney princesses, Andy laughed lightly, pushing for the mood to rise back to where it’d been. “As long as it’s not putt putt golf, I’m game.” She hated putt putt golf, and even the cute courses couldn’t save it for her. “Do you like laser tag?” Did Wicked’s Rest even have a laser tag arena? “Wait— sorry, I guess that isn’t chill.” Sitting down for coffee was probably along the lines of what Nicole had meant. She bit down onto the inside of her cheek. “Latte Love has good coffee?”

Another beat of silence, and Andy hummed under her breath as Nicole explained the mice were also ghosts. “I bet the cat ghosts are pissed.” Or maybe they wouldn’t be, maybe they liked the chase. Were there cat ghosts? Were there even mice ghosts? Andy wasn’t sure. “Is that your actual theory?” Andy was curious to know what other people thought about the happenings in Wicked’s Rest, especially when they knew about what was actually happening. Though, everything to do with the mines was confusing. “That might be it, honestly. Could have something to do with the water, too.” She’d been rest assured it hadn’t fucked with the water supply, but Andy still wasn’t sure. “I’ve actually never had either. I asked for a fish once… got turned down.” There were other responsibilities to tend too, her mom had said. Truthfully, she wasn’t all too sure how a cat would do around Alex. “I’ve been thinking about it, though. Our place is sort of small, but…” She shrugged. “Is that actually a thing? For lesbians? Being cat obsessed?”

“Shut up,” she scoffed as Andy mimicked her words. She was painfully aware of the blush creeping on her ears and neck, she huffed in annoyance as her body betrayed her. But her self consciousness died quickly, morphing into something Nicole struggled to pin down. If someone rushed her to figure it out, she’d say it was pride. Andy was laughing. Genuine, unbridled. Shoulders relaxed, the telltale creases of unspoken suffering usually prominent on her face were absent. She had made that happen. With her stupidity, sure. But if that’s what it took to see the woman by her side transform, then it was a good thing she had plenty of reserves of stupidity at her disposal. She pulled on the strap of her backpack, a pleased smile tugging at her lips. “Right, you got an A on being gay. Got it” She rolled her eyes at the way Andy phrased her experience being gay. Similarly, it had come easy for Nicole too. It had been the rest of the world who didn’t want to make it easy. But… a lot had changed since she was fifteen, and it didn’t matter anymore, right?

“Great, that’s… chill it is, then” it came out a little strained, still, but she was silently thankful Andy had decided not to push on the subject of her past. In return, she chose not to bring up whatever face journey Andy had gone in right before. Nicole allowed her sadness to switch into giddiness once she realized she had successfully planned another hangout. It was like being fifteen again, figuring out how to navigate friendships. It didn’t use to be this hard. Not that she was ever the life of the party. But she was better. Normal. And then—the jaguar ripped her apart.

Nicole had no clue why anyone in the world would enjoy golf, or any variation of it, but she didn’t have time to express her outrage at the assumption she was one of those people. “Laser tag? Loser shares their most traumatic experience?” she knew neither of them would go for it, but she was ready to joke around again. “Definitely not chill, but we have to someday” a previous idea popped into her head. “Speaking of— rock climbing? Think you and your guns could handle it”. It shouldn’t surprise her that she was so excited at the thought of being proper friends with Andy. Or that it seemed much easier than with anyone else. That it flowed more naturally. After all, they silently agreed to be hiking partners just because they consistently picked the same trail. “But uh, coffee place sounds good, you pay— since I’ll be the one crying” she tilted her head, as if to indicate it was the most obvious trade.

When Andy innocently joked about cat ghosts, Nicole twisted her neck so fast she almost broke it. “The—the cat ghosts?” her voice had pitched up an octave. Did she know something? No, no. They were joking about mice ghosts. Right. She made the joke. Andy was just… making a very accurate but harmless comment to follow up. Because cats chase mice, duh. Not because— “Oh right, bet they are” she huffed, nodding along the joke. And she just continued to nod (like a robot) trying to gather her thoughts and lower her heart rate while the other woman went over town theories. The water was an option, but that felt too much like a conspiracy theory. And mine fumes didn’t? She had been too busy keeping herself in check that she naturally missed her time to reply. Instead, she picked up on the lesbian comment. Her brain was predictable like that. “Think so. My girlfriend loves cats” her steps halted as the realization hit her. Is that why Leah was into her? Her eyes widened in horror. Why did she never think of— Did she somehow sense it? Oh, she didn’t want to go down that spiral. “It… it’s one of those, uh— cómo se… stereotypes?” she stammered her way out of those unwanted thoughts. “Uh, I’m more of a dog person myself”.

Andy continued her stride, avoiding a elongated branch that stretched out, dipping low enough to actually catch the top of her head. “Maybe a C-.” There’d been a lot she hadn’t done with being gay. Crowds, for the most part, had been a no-go. So pride celebrations, even when she and Alex got older and both had their self-realizations, often went untouched. “But that’s a story for another time.” A story for when they could sit and explain themselves, because it was obvious that Nicole had wanted to do just that.

“Oh, you’re on.” She had plenty to supply, and even though it was a joke, a pit formed in her stomach. The question of what Nicole would think of her once she knew warred with the idea that they could be friends. That Nicole could be one of her first real friends. Lil and Jonas existed, of course. Andy had gotten along with them easily and they hadn’t questioned her much when they arrived back in town, but something in this felt different. Maybe she would get to know the twins better; allow herself more than a working relationship. “Rock climbing?” Andy had done it a handful of times, but never had the proper gear. It was expensive. “Once again, you’re on.” The competitive edge she’d left beneath her parents’ watchful eye bubbled, but this was different. This was fun. It was not about destruction. It was about something else. “As long as you don’t cry into my coffee, I’ll pay.”

Andy didn’t react to Nicole’s surprise, instead, she kept her focus on the trail, still scanning for a stray bear trap that might catch her eye. “Yeah, you know, like Timothy and John.” She had meant Tom & Jerry. They continued their hike in a bout of silence, and then Nicole mentioned her girlfriend. Andy’s eyes widened slightly and she looked over. “Girlfriend? You didn’t drop that on the whole I’m gay thing.” Andy emphasized the last bit before coming to a stop with Nicole, looking down to only notice her laces were straggling. She bent down to retie them.

“Stereotypes…” Andy shook her head. “I don’t think I fit into that. I don’t really know a ton of stereotypes. Somebody did say something about my flannel once.” She scrunched her nose and stood back upright. “You’re going to have to tell me more about this girlfriend. Does that automatically grandfather me in for having more gay friends, or do I need to impress her with my muscles too?” Andy grinned teasingly before motioning for Nicole to continue their walk. She was looking forward to Nicole’s friendship, even if there was a cloud of guilt and doubt that had begun to fester. She couldn’t fuck this up. She wouldn’t fuck this up.

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reader is insecure about their side profile. this does not apply to you if you aren’t ‼️ but if you aren’t conscious about it, that’s fine too. wrote this because that insecurity’s very felt, plus this is kind of a warm up thing for me 🗿

it doesn’t take a lot for shouto to realize that something’s up.

well, in the literally sense— yes. but to recognize that there’s something indeed up with you, it took shouto weeks, perhaps months of sneaking glances at your way— and sometimes staring at you shamelessly during classes, and training exercises.

shouto initially thought he was being slick with his staring— nonchalant and normal enough for anyone to not take extreme notice, or be uncomfortable. (he was right about that part. he was fortunate enough to not unease anyone around him.)

but it turns out that he has one heck of a stare— a stare of steel, if you will. with such intensity you just couldn’t not notice.

and yet, when you do— you just turn his way, and give him a quick nod of acknowledgement, and if he’s lucky— a small smile, before you returned to whatever you were doing.

you’ve noticed half of the time, so yeah— maybe he wasn’t so discreet.

but no matter what shouto tried to do, he couldn’t help but notice one thing— this other thing you do, besides giving him a nod of acknowledgement, or a small smile. a habit of yours that doesn’t seem to have an answer to it. (well, not that you need to explain habits.)

it’s just.. something he hasn’t seen in anyone, and he can’t think of any logical reason as to why you would, well.. do that.

but what that may be, you may ask?

well, it’s the simple action of covering the side of your face with your hair— untucking the piece of hair that’s behind your ear, hiding behind an open textbook that’s propped on your desk— or even using your hand to cover your side in an indiscreet manner.

they’re all so quick to everybody else, they just couldn’t notice in time— but if you’re shouto todoroki, who’s been finding you in his line of sight for a while now,

you have no choice but to notice quick things like this.

it takes a short amount of time to narrow his speculation into one reason: that you don’t like his staring, and you just didn’t know how to tell him without making things odd between you two.

and so, he quickly meets up with you one day— in the empty common room, to apologize for making you uncomfortable. you’re sitting down, reading, and you immediately turn your head to meet him face on.

(he notices that.)

he’s a little stiff, initially— but he gets the point across, and it’s almost like he wants to grovel for forgiveness. it’s the logical thing to do.

“i would like to apologize for my staring,” shouto admits, “there is no excuse for my behavior, and from now on, i will try to do better. i.. don’t want to make things weird, or bring discomfort to you.”

and instead of being appreciative of his apology, you seem baffled the more he spoke— and you stare at him like he said something of complete gibberish— confused, and startled.

he takes this as a sign to leave you be— even if he doesn’t want to.

“well then, i’ll see you later—”

you’re quick to act, as you get up from your seat, and take a few steps forward, grabbing onto his wrist— and preventing him from leaving. your hold is firm, but gentle. not enough to hurt, but not enough to let him slip free of your grasp.

“wait, todoroki,” you begin, “you’ve got it all wrong, honestly.” you correct his assumption nonchalantly.

oh. so maybe he didn’t notice what he thought he did, after all.

he’s silent, not in an ignorant, standoffish way— but in a way that allows you to continue speaking without interruptions.

you gulp, preparing to admit something— a confession. “i,” you suddenly feel interested in the ground’s details, instead of making eye contact with that intense, and focused pair of heterochromatic eyes in front of you.

“i have a complex about the side of my face.”

it’s not easy to admit an insecurity like this— especially that it’s something you so happen to be born with, and especially to todoroki. you immediately feel a terrible, bitter feeling settle into your mouth despite not eating anything.

truthfully, you don’t know how or why you started becoming insecure about it. whether it was because a relative of yours made a snide comment about your side profile, or spending too much time (way too much time) being attached to the mirror’s reflection— you aren’t sure, on how things came to be like this.

“it’s stupid, i know, but it’s just kind of how it is. you don’t make me uncomfortable or anything— i just, my side profile— it isn’t the prettiest thing. i don’t get why you’d stare at it, for whatever reason, really. nothing personal. i don’t get where you got that idea.”

oh.

insecurity— he understands that. though he doesn’t particularly dwell on the appearance of his side profile, he found himself worrying about the visual impact his scar made on his appearance— simply worried that his scar would make him seem more unsightly to everyone around him, and only remind everyone— especially his mother, of the bad.

which reminded him of something.

“… i see.”

it’s so sudden, when he maneuvers himself beside you— you startle at the sudden movement, and shouto only hopes that he’s not acting inappropriately, or crossing a line.

but he isn’t thinking properly, and he importantly wants to make something clear to you. he decides that he’ll apologize soon.

“todoroki—”

“my mother once told me that,” he begins, eyes never leaving your face. “beauty is in the eye of the beholder. that it is a matter of personal opinion, and if there’s something you don’t like about yourself, then there’s probably someone out there that loves it.”

“and it sounds kind of.. strange, now. coming from her.” you wince, remembering what he told you about his mother, the boiling hot water. it was a personal memory, and your heart hurts just thinking about it. “but it makes sense.”

“what i’m trying to get here is,” shouto pauses, trying to search for the words. he finds them quickly, “i look at you because i find you beautiful. not just on the inside, but the outside as well to you, the side of your face may not seem like the prettiest thing, but the person i’m looking at right now— you, you’re more than just “pretty” and.. it’s hard to not look at you.”

“i know that nothing i said will make those feelings of yours go away now, because.. it’s a process, and not an easy one. but please know that i meant everything i’ve said.”

he looks at you, and it’s silent for a long moment. the two of you just stare at each other— not really knowing what’s next, or what to say next.

but maybe shouto’s okay with that.

he breaks the silence, remembering to apologize. “and i’m sorry if i crossed a line—”

“no, no— why do you keep apologizing for everything that’s not your fault?” you immediately cut him off, and shouto in return, stares at you with a slightly startled expression of his own— not expecting that personal call out.

“do you mean that?”

“i do. all of it.”

“that.. i’m beautiful?”

“yes. you’re beautiful. everything, including the side of your face. nothing is an obstacle to how i feel.”

(nothing— no beauty standard, nothing.)

shouto blinks once, and all of a sudden— it appears as if your eyes are a bit glassy. you sniffle, and shouto panics, hoping that you aren’t about to cry out of distraught— he wouldn’t know how to handle it, nor would he ever stop apologizing to you.

you give him one last look. it’s warm, endeared, before pulling him into a hug— securing shouto in the hold of your arms, and laying your face against the junction of his shoulder and neck.

shouto freezes for a second, not expecting that either— before warming up to your hug, and gently placing his left hand on the small of your back.

“thank you. your words mean a lot to me.”

he’s right. your insecurity isn’t gone, it’s still there and very much alive— and it’s going to take some work, and time.

but hearing that, those words— especially from shouto, makes you feel differently about the side of your face for once— a good different.

it’s a change of direction.

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tainted-wine · 2 years

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Okay I got something you've probably heard and or thought about before. How about Hawks dating a girl with an animal quirk (it doesn't have to be similar to his quirk), and when they both go into heat/rut around the same time?

Happy thirsting my dear!

(NSFW)

This idea would probably crossover with an ovulating headcanon I wrote a long time ago. So, besides the constant animalistic sex...

🐕 Mammalian Partner - You're giving off some very powerful scents. Your smell and taste have become honey to him, and he can notice your horny odor from across a whole city block. He's incredibly cuddly, roughly pressing himself against you to savor your comforting scent, and to cover you with his own. He especially loves burying his face right into your crotch, sniffing and licking at you whether you're covered or not. May result in comical moments of you running or sometimes crawling away while he tries to chase and hold you down, telling you to stay put so that he can enjoy himself.

Expect a shift into high aggression if he notices a scent that isn't his. Doesn't matter if it's just a friend or even family, Hawks doesn't think anyone should be close enough to be leaving traces of themselves on your body. Some of his assumptions are gonna get pretty condescending. "I'm just looking out for you, baby. Females in heat will bend over and present their ass to the first guy they smell. I can't have you getting fucked by some rando."

You'll have to brace your body and endure an intense round or two in order to rid yourself of the unwelcomed smell, then he'll calm down.

🦅 Avian Partner - Aaay, suddenly it feels like spring is in the air. Both of you will put in the effort to build a nest out of your personal belongings: your favorite blankets, clothes, toys. You’re going to be spending a lot of time in this spot until both of your cycles end. Hawks will be giving it his all to remind you why you chose him. His wings are almost always fully spread out when he’s at home. Y’know, in case you forgot just how brilliant his plumage is. He’ll be bathing and preening both you and himself pretty often. Don’t fight it, just enjoy the pampering, and he’d appreciate it if you return the favor.

No other birds are allowed in the vicinity of your home at the time. Hawks will often be found scanning the area at a window or even perched on top of the roof. If you’re hearing strange bird vocalizations that you've never heard in the area, such as rapid clicks and low chortles...don’t worry, that’s just your boyfriend.

🦎 Reptilian Partner - We’re now out of Hawks’s element, but a reptile quirk isn’t too out there for him. They have more in common with birds than he thinks.

Your demands are nothing new to him. It all boils down to showing off great fitness and his prettiest traits; both are factors that his bird instincts can handle just fine. It’s hard to not be impressed when he’s able to drop and give you 20 right after sex. (I love it whenever lizards are flexing by doing push-ups in my backyard. Then they do the ‘what up’ nod) Please be aware that Hawks is willing to do this until complete exhaustion, so be nice and tell him to stop before his burning arms collapse.

Hawks will also apologize for not having two dicks, if that’s what you were hoping for.

🐸Amphibian Partner - Okay, we’re clashing just a bit here. You apparently enjoy spending your most hormonal periods in water and, well, cuddling and fucking in water is a bit tricky. Maybe he should hang up his wings before hopping into the tub to make things more comfortable for himself. You have saved him from drowning at least once when he fell asleep with you after some aquatic lovemaking.

But hey, at least you enjoy nestbuilding as well, even if it’s in the water. No problem. He’ll just have a lot of drying to do afterwards. A little water doesn’t scare him!

🐟 Fish Partner - That’s a lot of water. You’re really asking him to fuck inside your personal aquarium...I mean, he’ll do his best. Any of his attempts to please you in a nice dry area will likely end with you dragging the poor bird down to the depths like a horny sea monster. At this point Hawks is too distressed to even soothe his own rutting symptoms; his priority is to survive all of the suffering love you’re subjecting him to.

It’s fine. Could be a lot worse -- at least you’re not some seahorse asking him to carry eggs or something.

🐝Insect Partner - As you shove your ovipositor up his ass and pump egg after egg inside him, Hawks just sighs and prays that you don’t bite his head off after this sci-fi horror bullshit is over and done with.

Bonus: This amazing article headline I found while googling reptile mating behavior:

#asks #hawks #smut #slightly #tw oviposition #basically depending on what you are:#Hawks can be a no-nonsense alpha #or a confused scared man that needs saving #omniuravity

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merakiui · 3 years

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Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Childe Finding out That You’re Being Abused HCs

cw: mentions/descriptions of (physical and emotional) abuse, injuries, depressive mood/thoughts, implied violence **please proceed with caution and do not read if this is triggering! note - submissions are confusing for me, so I wrote it in this format. I hope that was okay!

@tuestika said: Hi! Sorry that I send my request through submission, tumblr has sometimes eaten my asks either wholly or have omnomned whole ask xD Usually my requests sent through submissions arrive intact so…. I saw that you had done Scaramouche reacting finding out their s/o is being abused headcanons, may I request headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao and Childe finding out their their s/o is being abused? Keep up good job! <3

🔥 Diluc 🔥

Diluc might not be the most vocal person in the world, but he’s definitely observant. He’s gotten rather skilled at picking apart your social cues because he’s spent a lot of time with you.

So when you barge into his tavern one evening, looking absolutely disheveled and asking for one of the Knights, he’s feeling two emotions: confusion and irritation.

For one, you shouldn’t even entrust your issue to those inadequate Knights. Nevertheless, you are his friend and he isn’t going to kick you out just because you mentioned them.

He waves you over to the bar and is thoroughly shocked when you beg him to let you hide behind it. Then he notices your split lip and the fresh injuries on your face and forearms, and he wastes no time in getting to the point.

“Why were you out so late fighting hilichurls? I hope you haven’t led any here. We don’t need that sort of trouble right now.”

“Sorry. No, that’s not it. I just—you’re the only one...” You’re struggling to piece a coherent statement together, too busy looking over your shoulder to keep track of your thoughts. “I didn’t know where I could go. I mean, I thought of you and—“

“Please slow down. Start at the beginning.”

More concerned over your safety than professionalism, Diluc allows you to slip behind the bar counter, where you cower on the ground to avoid being seen.

You gesture for him to come down to your height and he sighs, silently complying when he finds there aren’t any new customers to serve. Bending down to your level, he holds onto the countertop to keep his balance and then he locks eyes with you.

“What exactly happened?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, wrapping your sore arms around yourself for comfort. Tears are gathering in your eyes as you recall the event. Your abuser had found you after you’d left to get some fresh air, they’d cornered you in a secluded alley, and—you can’t finish the rest of the story.

Diluc doesn’t expect you to continue. He nods as he lets the information sink in, already harboring a deep resentment for this despicable individual.

“Wait here. I’ll close the tavern early. In the meantime, we should see to your injuries and then we’ll look for that person.”

“I really think we should tell the Knights...” you mumble, knowing he’ll disapprove. “They’re more suited to these types of cases.”

“The Knights are incompetent. The investigation will take days, if not weeks. What happens if your abuser knows they’ll be coming for them? They’ll try to escape and then there’ll be no telling where they’ve gone.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t hurt to—“

“I’ll take care of it.”

You try to object because it’s dangerous and you don’t want him to get injured on your behalf. But he’s insistent in his decision, claiming that if the Knights can’t help you no one can. And you really wouldn’t feel safe if your abuser was still roaming free, so you have no other choice but to allow him to carry out the investigation himself.

And Diluc can be quite clever at times. It won’t be hard to traverse the interior of Mondstadt at night, where his identity melts away into that of the sneaky Darknight Hero.

He’s going to protect you no matter what. Your abuser won’t receive an ounce of sympathy from Diluc. All he feels is cold hatred when he catches them. Someone as precious as you does not deserve to be put through such torment, and he’ll see to it that your abuser pays a hefty price to make up for all of the damage they’ve caused.

🧊 Kaeya 🧊

Kaeya can’t understand why you’ve started isolating yourself from everyone. In the past, you were always such great friends with the Knights, always catching up to talk to one of them.

He’d spent a lot of time with you and has since gotten to know you through lighthearted conversations and gossip from the people of Mondstadt.

For someone so appreciated and well-known, he can’t wrap his head around why you might want to suddenly disappear, hiding yourself away as if you didn’t exist.

And then he happens to catch you in town one day while you’re out running some errands. It’s so like him to pop in with a few flirty lines, but the words stick in his throat when he notices the bandages stuck to your arms and legs.

“That can’t be good,” he says as he approaches you, leaning ever so gracefully against a wooden support beam. “Why don’t we find Barbara? I’m sure she’ll have you patched up in no time, my dear friend.”

You don’t think you’re worth it so you shake your head, nervously hoping he’ll take the hint and go away.

“I hope you’re not accepting those dangerous commissions again,” he adds, half teasing and half serious. You can’t tell whether he’s trying to sound chiding or not.

“Please just...leave me be. I’m a little busy right now.” You try to leave the stall you’re at, walking stiffly to avoid limping in front of him. “I’m not feeling well, so if you’ll excuse me—“

Kaeya pushes off from the beam, standing in front of you with a posture that appears immovable. “By order of the Calvary Captain,” he’s saying, a playful glint in his eyes, “you aren’t allowed to move from that spot until you tell me what’s bothering you and why you’re covered head to toe in bandages.”

You can easily object to such an order, but you figure it’s better to answer instead of arguing over your physical condition. So you explain a modified version of the story, telling him that you simply got into a disagreement and it ended in bruises on both sides.

Kaeya hears the tremble in your voice when you say it; you’re lying. His expression softens at once and he steps away, indicating that you’re free to leave. But you don’t; you’re looking at him with such a helpless, pleading look. It breaks his heart.

You break before him, lips quivering as you beg for his help. You’re so scared and alone, and you’re not sure how long you can suffer through this before it seriously hurts you.

“This is the first time I’ve gotten out in weeks.” So that explains your sudden isolation. “Please... I don’t want to go back home anymore. I’ll do anything. Just don’t let them hurt me again.”

Kaeya’s absolutely stunned to hear the silent revelation in your words. You’re awkwardly reaching to undo one of the bandage wrappings to prove your point, but he stops you short. That’s all the proof he needs.

You’ll be brought back to the Knights of Favonius’ Headquarters to be tended to while he gathers a team to search for your abuser. Since you gave him a solid description, it shouldn’t be too hard to find them.

And once they’re apprehended, Kaeya will subject them to a grueling interrogation. There will be no gentle punishment; it’s going to be as unforgiving as the abuse you had to suffer through.

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You’ve never really been keen on physical touch and Xiao understands that completely. He usually avoids any sort of interaction to begin with, unless it’s absolutely necessary, so it’s not a surprise whenever you shy away from large crowds.

He has grown rather fond of you, which has lead to the two of you meeting at Wangshu Inn for some Almond Tofu and relaxed chit-chat.

During one of your many conversations, you bring up a few alarming statements. They’re just personal points you’d like to change, such as your weak fighting spirit or the way your joints brokenly click when you stretch.

Xiao wonders why you’d want to change yourself. You’re not usually this doubtful of yourself. In the past, you would always play the role of his smiling friend, putting on a positive face even when he was in a disagreeable mood.

Xiao is examining your movements as you awkwardly explain yourself and when your arms move he catches the sight of a rope burn etched into your wrist.

“What happened?” He gestures to your sleeve, to which you react in a nervous manner, shyly pulling your sleeve down to hide it. Xiao frowns a bit. “Did you get into an accident?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine. It’s just a result of my clumsiness.”

It really doesn’t look like that to Xiao and when he truly looks at you again he finds that you appear abnormally tired and exhausted. He isn’t going to sugarcoat anything and he could be making a giant assumption, but he still asks.

“Is someone hurting you?”

Your eyes widen for a split second and Xiao catches that movement like a cat drawn to a laser pointer. He won’t force you to explain unless you feel comfortable doing so. The last thing he wants is upsetting you or pressuring you into something you don’t want to talk about.

Eventually, though, the story will come to light and he’ll hear all about the horrors you’ve gone through. That rope burn was just one of many punishments you’ve had to endure, and Xiao’s just about ready to snap. How dare someone lay their filthy hands upon you in such a violent way?

Xiao will calmly tell you to stay at Wangshu Inn or anywhere else in Liyue where you’ll be safe. He’ll watch over you while you take time to recuperate and heal. He’s going to make sure you’ll never have to go through something like that ever again.

Having Xiao by your side makes the healing process all the more comforting.

And when you fall asleep in a soft, warm bed, Xiao slips out into the night to search for your abuser. It won’t be a pretty sight once he gets his hands on the human trash who dared to hurt you.

💧 Childe 💧

He’s very perceptive when it comes to your health and overall well-being. After all, he’s got brothers and sisters to care for; perception is absolutely necessary in order to keep them happy and healthy.

So it doesn’t take long for him to realize your behavior is uncharacteristic. You’re jumpier than usual, always apologizing for the littlest of things, and you’ll look over your shoulder whenever you sense something.

It’s almost as if you expect someone to suddenly come at you, which isn’t all that odd. Childe has been known to keep you on your toes when he’s looking for a fight.

But on one particular day he manages to give you a spook when he comes up beside you, grinning and showing up in your peripheral so suddenly that it nearly gives you a heart attack.

You’re so frightened as you back away, practically folding in on yourself in an effort to protect yourself from an imaginary blow. Childe pauses, that silly grin fading when he realizes you’re shaking.

“Hey, it wasn’t that scary. Come on, comrade!” He’s approaching you warily, not entirely sure why you’re acting the way you are. He’s always been spontaneous; you should be used to this by now.

But you refuse to let him come any closer, having to distance yourself so that you can ease your racing heart and hyperventilating lungs. Once you’ve calmed down, embarrassment floods through you at the fact that Childe just witnessed all of that.

Childe will ask if you’re okay with him stepping closer and if you nod he’ll be on you like a hawk, pulling up your sleeves before you can stop him.

For once, you catch an expression you normally don’t find on Childe: surprise. He’s genuinely shocked at what he sees: dark bruises and shallow lacerations from something sharp.

Either you got these in your many sparring matches or there’s another factor at play here, and Childe is almost certain it’s the latter.

His voice is gentle as he asks you to explain what’s going on and once you do he’s already set on finding the one who did this. He seems to forget all about his Fatui work, wanting to capture your abuser and give them a piece of his mind—and subject them to more than a few pieces of his strength, too.

He’ll have you protected in no time, offering to take you to the best healer. You’ll be treated wonderfully and he’ll even lay off on your sparring matches for a while.

In the meantime, once he gets his hands on your abuser, everything becomes fair game. After all, someone has to handle the brunt of his anger and pent-up bloodlust from the lack of a fight. And your abuser is the perfect match to pummel into the ground. Childe shows absolutely no mercy for them.

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tipsydipsydo · 3 years

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Pairing: tall! & sub! Reader x dom! OT7 BTS

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Dynamics; accidental overhearing of a phone call, Mentions of Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Mentions of Sex Toys & Masturbation; slightly mentioned Double Penetration; mentions of Anal play; Praising; Petnames; some Degradation; Daddy-Kink; Teasing; slight Edging; the boys are teasing the poor reader to Death

A/N: Well- that was a quick writing. Instead of studying I decided to write this funny request and to use my procrastination in a better way than scrolling stressed through TikTok. I hope y’all like it!!

Status: unedited bc I am lazy and should study.

Request: i want to request a drabble/one shot: sub taller male reader and his seven boyfriends in which he confidently talks naughty things with his friend on phone but when he realized his bf are watching, he became crazily shy because he is just a big cute boy, then his bf decided they want to test those ‘words’ he has said, poor boy =))

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After too many and super busy weeks full of work, you’ve finally managed to find a free afternoon in your schedule where your best friend and you have enough time for a nice, long telephone call on the couch. You are already over one and a half hour on the phone, exchanging the newest stuff that happened in your life with each other and joking around. Slowly your conversation turns their focus to your more private life and your bestie asks you about your polyamorous relationship with your boyfriends. At first just normal things like, how’s it going in general, how you all manage the relationship with all the different time schedules, how often it comes to fights and how you deal with that etc. Just normal stuff and the ‘typical’ questions you’re already used to, when people realize that you’re not in a monogamous relationship.

Your best friend and you grew up together. You met each other in elementary school, went through the curses of puberty as an inseparable team and even survived middle and high school thanks to the other one. Already in your teens, where both of you made your first experiences and got into your first relationships, your best friend had a guess that you’re not as straight as you want him to believe. No, they even assumed that you’re maybe not made for the typical monogamous relationship which the society preach every fucking day.

Well, turns out that your best friend really knew you better than you did yourself back then but honestly, nowadays you’re thankful for their suggestions and that they gave you the save space you needed to dare to make new experiences in those directions.

Nevertheless, they were still more than surprised when you introduced him to not only two or three boyfriends, no that you brought seven (!) other men to their birthday party two years ago. At first they were a little worried if you didn’t overload yourself with such a complex relationship dynamic and that it’ll turn out as a serious burden and not an enrichment for your life. Turns out, now it was their turn to make a false assumption about what’s the best for you and theu were more than happy to admit that everything turned out just fine. It truly makes their heart swell to hear the happiness in your voice through the phone everything you mention something about the boys.

Quickly your phone call turn into an even more private talk and dedicate itself to the really interesting stuff. You’re sharing every detail in your life with another, so why should it stop when it comes to sex talk? You have absolutely no problem and any shame to talk freely with your best friend about your kinks and dirty thoughts. Sometimes you even think that you’re better informed about each other’s preferences better than your actual partner(s) are.

“I think, I already told you that idea more than once... that I have a thing for exhibitionism and the thought of getting catched doing something ‘forbitten’ or ‘dirty’, right? Uhm... TMI but I don’t give a shit, whenever I am alone at home because they’re busy and we can’t meet for some days... I mastubate with some of the toys they’ve bought for me and imagine that they catch me. You know, when we have sessions with Dom and Sub Dynamics, they’re only temporarily and usually we go back to normal in the moment when the scene is over... that means, when I am alone and horny, I can do whatever I want to. I can jack off or fuck myself as much I desire and they wouldn’t say anything about it. It’s not like, I don’t appreciate my personal freedom when it comes to masturbation or that I want something completely different, no! We both already talked about that too, I don’t like the idea of Total Power Exchange, I prefer to be an independent person as soon as I walk out of the bedroom- okay, not only bedroom, we have sex in other places than the bedroom too- ANYWAY, what I wanted to say with that: ...”, you mutter and take a deep breath into your lungs.

After holding such a long monologue your mouth dried up terribly and now you need quickly something to drink. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen island to pour some soda into a glass. A satisfied hum leaves your throat after you took some gulps of your favourite sparkling sugar bomb.

The whole time, where you moved around in the eat-in kitchen of the apartment, you are not that alone anymore as you thought you’d be, especially right in this moment. Namjoon, Hoseok and a boyish smirking Jimin joined you around ten minutes ago, leaning casually against the wall next to the door of the room and listen very interested to the conversation you have with your friend right now. They didn’t mean to overhear your private talk, they just wanted to know what kind of take-out food you’d prefer for tonight.

Unfortunately your conversation turned out to be very, very interesting for them, so they decided to give you some more time to talk with your best friend about the sexual fantasies you have which they don’t know about... well, until now.

Hoseok texted the other boys in the group chat to join them in the living room as well, they need to hear those very important information too!

Poor you, completely oblivious and naïve to what’s happening in this moment, not getting any kind of hint that not only your best friend would get those significant informations...

“...-what I actually wanted to say with that: I prefer to be independent in relation to all other non-sexual life-responsibilities. Well, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t increase the Erotic Power Exchange, right? To be very honest, I can’t get the fantasy of them taking my sextoys away and to forbid me to touch myself without their permission out of my head. I love to be their good boy and to get praises, I really do... but there is this thrill to be break the instructed rules, getting caught while doing it and getting punished for it. I want... I want to get called bad, filthy and dirty names, I want to be a disobedient, greedy and insatiable slut for them. I want to get spanked, edged and overstimulated, I want to get fucked into the mattress so bad, up to the point where I can’t get a single clear thought together and my brain turned to mush... I want to get used, ruined and wrecked by their cocks, getting my holes stuffed full with their cum and then plugged up, so nothing can run out anymore- God fuck, I should stop talking like that or I’ll get a serious problem! Well... sorry for so much detailed TMI, you know that this shit always happens when you tell me to stop overthinking and encourage me to spill everything that comes to my mind. Now you got every filthy detail you’ve asked for, you’re welcome.”, you joke sarcastically and facepalm yourself. You can’t believe how incredibly blunt and shameless you just threw your latest sex fantasy in every fucking detail at your poor best friend.

Usually you’re more than shy to talk about such things, in your understanding the magic for your shameless mouth towards your best friend has to reside in the deep thrust you have in him and simply the knowledge that your relationship is platonic. It’s not like that you couldn’t trust your boyfriends wholeheartedly, god no! You know, that they would never kinkshame you for anything,

it’s just... after sharing those thoughts it would result something out of it. You don’t want that they think you’re a weirdo or that they only do specific things because they know it would turn you on.

The other one just snorts in amusement when you voice this slight helpless apology, they can imagine the significant blush which has settled down on your cheeks.

“Hey buddy, don’t apologize for that. There is nothing to apologizing for, I am way too curious for my own good as well and I need to make sure that you’re happy in your relationship, especially when it comes to the point if they are able to fulfill your sexual desires. I need to know that, believe me. Okay, there’s one thing... I knew you were submissive, my dude. But I didn’t expect that you’d be such a masochistic hoe and that you’d have such a thing for degradation, Jesus! Nevermind, more important: did you talked with them about that fantasy? Would they be down for this idea and would they like to be more in charge? Please do not tell me that you’re too shy to talk with them about it, not again! I tell you this every goddamn time, communication is key!”, your best friend says to you in a serious tone.

Here you go again, getting scolded by your friend all over again. He is right, you know that... y’all already talked about ‘how to deal with certain kinks some of them or you have but the others aren’t into and how to not make them feel bad or insecure about it’ several times, you tend to overthink everything you have ever said to them all over again. You are always so flustered when seven pairs of eyes are looking at you, waiting for an answer. You are tall, even taller than Namjoon, but under their curious stares you feel always so small, fiddling with your fingers around like a little schoolboy. You love that about them, putting you into such a submissive place just with their aura and charisma and giving you the feeling as if they overtower you physically too.

“I can absolutely agree with Y/BF/N, communication is key. Why didn’t you told us those nasty fantasies you have in your cute head up here, right away? Too shy again? Do we really need to call your best friend the next time to get some hints to your secret kinks, Babyboy?”, Taehyung rasps into your earshell and wraps his arms around you. He chuckles slightly as you squeak high-pitched in surprise.

An equal surprised yelp of your best friend comes out of the speaker of your phone which takes Yoongi out of your hand and excuse you with the apology that ‘they need to have an important talk with you now and that you have to hang up unfortunately’.

The display of your phone turns dark and Yoongi puts it on the surface of the kitchen island before he flashes you a dirty smile. That you’re mortified that they caught you spilling all those filthy fantasies to your best friend is the understatement of the century. Never and you mean never did you hoped so bad that the floor opens up and swallows you whole, saving you from this embarrassing misery. But Yoongi give you much time to drown in shame, coming up to you and connect your lips to a rough kiss.

“God, I love it when our so sweet and shy Baby has such nasty and indecent fantasies in his head... why don’t you tell us these ideas in every single filthy detail once again? I think we could turn the information into some very good use, big boy~”, whispers the smaller one with blown-out eyes against your lips.

“...or would you prefer that we call you a needy cumslut, hm? The things I’ve heard give me the assumption that you want to get fucked stupid and pumped full with cum as if you are our personal playtoy?”, growls Jungkook and grabs himself a handful of your right asscheek, kneading it with a firm grip in his big palm.

“Come on, big boy, admit that you want exactly the things Jungkook just said... I can feel how fucking hard you just got from his words... already so hard and swollen against my palm even though we barely touched you. You’re truly such a pathetic, needy slut... I bet you’d already cum in your pants if we just tease you enough... Am I right?”, chuckles Namjoon in his deep, arousal soaked timbre against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot of your Adam’s apple.

“...what about we change our location to the bedroom and talk about the things you’ve said to Y/BF/N? Maybe we could try some of your newest kinks out? Would you like the thought of us watching you from the couch while you prepare your needy asshole for us? Showing us how you stuff you clenching rim with a girthy dildo? Wearing a cockring so you couldn’t cum without our permission? Prepping yourself all messy, whining for our finger, tongues and dicks in your ass like the greedy slut you are? Yeah, you’d love that thought.”, Seokjin teases you mercilessly, rolling your sensitive balls in his palm, just how you like it. “Y-Yes, Daddies... I’d love to be a greedy cumslut for you... please turn me into one!”, you wisper.

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A Cup of Rose Americano

Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Poor Girl/Rich Boy, Coffee Shop/Gangster AU (IDEK how I got here, just go with it)

Summary: There's more than meets the eye with every person, including Bae Jinyoung, the world's finest barista at Personal Barista Cafe

Word count: 4.7k

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Porn With Some Plot, Kissing, Mirror Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a fluffy Coffee Shop AU but NGL something else has been preoccupying my mind and the world building to this fic kind of went off the rails and transformed into a completely different story. Enjoy this smut, readers! I really want to explore this world a lot more but IDK if I can commit to anything beyond this RN. So please, please enjoy this! Sorry in advance for mistakes! I don't always catch everything when I proofread.

I always appreciate some feedback on my writings!

"Really, it'll be a...new coffee experience," Hyeon assured Sandy. She handed Sandy a green card. It felt like an expensive platinum credit card, the card made of metal, feeling heavy and cold in her hand. "All you have to do is fill out a survey after you get your free coffee. Once you make it inside, hand the card over to your barista."

"Aren't you supposed to find actual volunteers?" Sandy asked, looking at the shiny card. The only thing on the card was the name of the new test cafe, PB Cafe.

“Trust me,” Hyeon said with a grin. “You’ve never had coffee like this. This is free, too. You’re going to say no to free coffee? And I swear, this is really me saying it, their coffee is really good.”

“Fine, thanks for the free coffee.”

“Enjoy!” Hyeon turned her back to Sandy, most likely scanning for potential test subjects for her new marketing event. Being her best friend, Sandy was always her first test subject. She didn’t know if Hyeon’s bosses approved of her taking advantage of all the free stuff she was receiving.

Sandy walked over to a shop that was setup at the southwest corner of a 3 story building. The walls were white and the windows were covered by white curtains. “PB Cafe” was written in black on the front door, though there were no door handles. Standing in front of the door, Sandy noticed a black square pad beside the right side of the door. She pressed the green card to the black pad and jumped slightly as the glass door slid open. A short piano tune played, sounding old but familiar, reminding her of old Hollywood movies from the mid-20th Century.

Tentatively, she stepped in. Walking past the white curtains, she found herself inside a small room. At the back end of the room was a small bar with one wooden chair in front of it. It only took her 4 steps to reach the chair, so she pulled it out and sat down. The wall behind the bar slid down to the floor and a broad shouldered man walked out from what looked like a bright white light before the wall slid back up behind him.

Too shocked to react, Sandy set the green card down onto the smooth marble countertop. Her eyes couldn’t leave the face of her barista. He was very handsome and his small grin softened his masculine exterior. Wordlessly, he took the green card and placed it in the front left pocket of his black apron.

“Welcome to Personal Barista Cafe,” he said in a soft, sultry voice. “My name is Bae Jinyoung, your Personal Barista today. How shall I address you?”

“Uh, just call me Sandy, I don’t like formalities much.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sandy. If you don’t like formalities feel free to call me BaeJin or BaeBae.” She gave a soft chuckle and threw her hand over her mouth, feeling her cheeks warm up. Such a sultry man telling her to call him something as cute as BaeBae tickled her. “Is this your first drink with PB Cafe?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I don’t know anything about this cafe, except that you have good coffee.”

“A Personal Barista will make you a personalized drink,” he explained, pulling out a menu form. “Whatever you order, I will make it in front of you. If you want to know how I prepare your drink, please let me know and I will explain as I go. If you want small talk instead, I enjoy a small conversation as I prepare you a drink. If you want silence, for any reason, please don’t feel pressured to speak if you don’t want to.”

“Can I get an Americano?” she asked, after glancing at the long list of coffee drinks. The menu was simple and elegant, the writings were in cursive but the paper was black and the ink white. She liked the seemingly simple attention to detail. “How long have you been a barista, BaeJin?”

“Almost a year,” he replied. He poured fresh ground coffee into a metal contraption with a long neck. She pressed her lips together as her eyes were fixed on his skilled, large hands. He was using a device to compact the coffee grounds.

“Do you enjoy being a barista?”

“I do. It allows me to be creative. My regular job is stressful.”

He put the coffee grounds into the machine and pressed a few buttons. She watched him place a small white espresso mug under the spout of the machine. He grabbed a large white mug of coffee, and looked at her with a soft grin.

“This is your side hustle?” she asked. PB Cafe seemed like it paid well.

“Most people have more than one job these days,” he replied.

“That’s true,” she replied. “I have a day job and a night job.”

“What are your jobs?”

“I’m interning at a law firm, helping a paralegal out. I’m hoping to get my private investigator’s license soon.”

“You want to be a private investigator?” he asked.

“I want to be a lawyer,” she answered, “but having a private investigator’s license helps me pick up skills. Research is the true gift of being a good lawyer.”

“Research. You must be very smart and hard working.”

“You are sweet,” she said, resting an elbow onto the counter, leaning forward. “I wish my smarts and hard work were enough to give me success. I’m lacking in luck lately.” His eyes drifted away from the espresso machine and looked into her eyes. She felt her cheeks turn hot, realizing she had overshared. It’d been a sad thought, too. “I feel very lucky right now.”

“Sandy, I don’t mean to make assumptions about people but if I were to guess you are someone with expensive tastes,” he said. He pulled out two small brown glass bottles from a drawer. “But, you settle for less.”

“I..” she breathed out.

She should have been insulted, but her barista BaeJin was right. Sandy had always been envious of people who could afford designer things or had the means to go on extravagant vacations, but all of that had always been a dream. The closest she got was free shit from Hyeon. A drink from PB Cafe was likely three times that of a drink from Starbucks, and Sandy could only afford Starbucks for special occasions.

“Why are you saying this?”

“I want to make you a drink in which you will appreciate,” he replied, pulling out a single stemmed pink rose from under the counter, and handed it to her. She felt her cheeks flush with heat as she accepted it. “Refined, seemingly ostentatious, but simple and hopefully, delicious.”

He poured hot water from a glass kettle into the mug. She felt her cheeks turn hot again as he reached over and plucked a single petal from the rose she held. He tilted a single drop of liquid from one of the brown bottles onto the petal.

“Rose water,” he said to her as he locked eyes with her for a second. He placed the rose petal into the mug, letting it float in the hot water. He poured the espresso into the mug of water, and took a spoon to scoop out the wilted petal, tossing it away before handing the drink to her.

She gave it a sip, and shut her eyes, a smile on her lips. Using a flower as aromatic as a rose was difficult to pull off in cuisine. Oftentimes the rose aroma was too overpowering, reminding one’s nose of perfume instead of food. Baejin’s Rose Americano, though, was the perfect balance of a good cup of coffee elevated with some elegance, refined by the subtlest hint of a rose’s sweet scent. The warm breath she exhaled after a hot sip of Americano filled her senses with flowery comfort.

“This is the most...beautiful cup of coffee I’ve ever tasted,” she replied, setting the mug down when she was half finished. “It tastes...beautiful.”

He gave a small chuckle, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to smile any wider than she already was. He was incredibly cute, grinning in reaction to her compliment. How could a man exude the amount of sensuality like BaeJin yet be so cute that she wanted to squish him like a marshmallow?

“You like it?” he asked.

“I do,” she replied. “I didn’t know a cup of Americano could be improved. Thank you for this cup of coffee. You’re a gifted barista.”

“Thank you. I would love to make you another drink.”

“I’ll try to come back one day,” she said earnestly.

She sipped her drink and glanced at her phone. Thanking her talented, handsome (and cute) barista BaeJin one last time, Sandy finished her drink and sprinted out of the odd, surreal cafe. She had to get ready for work. Smelling the pink rose in her hand, Sandy smiled to herself. Who knew her barista would be the first man to give her a rose?

“Diamond! Malibu was accidentally double booked,” Danielle called out into the dressing room. “Can you give a lap dance in the Blue Champagne Room before going home?”

“Wait,” Sandy said, holding the gold hoop earring she’d just taken off her left earlobe, “I’m not going to chase Malibu for the flat fee. The last time I covered for her, not only did her John not tip me but I had to chase her for 4 days before she gave me the cash.”

“I have a hard time chasing her down, too,” Danielle said with a heavy sigh, handing her purple vape pen to Sandy to hold. She dug into her pink and purple Bedazzled fanny pack, and fished out a few bills. She handed a bag of clothing to Sandy. “Let me know if this John is handsy or out of line. He’s a new customer. You have five minutes, babe. Fix your makeup.”

Handing the vape pen back to her boss, Sandy put the cash into her purse before shutting and locking the drawer to her vanity. She put her earring back on and retouched her eye makeup and lipstick. Her locks of hair looked good as she combed her fingers through her hair, looking into the mirror before getting up to change.

Sandy hadn’t exactly planned on becoming a stripper, but during her freshman year in college, she took a class on feminist studies, specifically on sex work. What started out as a learning experience in respecting sex work, and educating herself on the legal struggles of sex workers’ rights, Sandy soon found herself stripping as a means of extra income. She herself was in need of money, and recognized her beauty was valued enough that she could make capital from it.

Having walked out on her dysfunctional family as soon as she turned 18, Sandy had been hustling on her own for years. She was still working towards a career in law, but in the meantime, she was balancing between her day job as an unpaid intern at a shitty law firm and her night job as a stripper at a club called Blue Paradise. Giving lap dances were only nice when she received good tips, but they didn’t happen often enough. All she wanted was a good tip.

Pulling out the outfit Danielle handed to her, she took off her clothes and put on her new outfit. She wore a neon pink G-string bikini bottom with her matching lace bra under a black pencil skirt and a white costume button up office dress shirt. She put on a loose blue tie around her neck, and put on a pair of thick black framed glasses, matching it with her black leather knee high boots. Apparently, this new customer had a librarian kink.

Walking down the hall, toward the other side of the back of the club, she entered the room with the blue door at the end of the hall. The Champagne Rooms, where customers received their private lap dances, were color coded. The Blue Room was where the clients with specific kinks went.

Opening the door, Sandy pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and looked up to see her John seated on the black couch. The dim lighting of the room cast a shadow over his body, making it hard for her to make out his face. She blinked, and closed her mouth, realizing that her customer was her barista from PB Cafe, BaeJin. It had been days since she had her cup of Rose Americano.

He was wearing a loosely worn grey sweater with black denim jeans. She didn’t think it was possible but he looked more handsome than she last remembered. Perhaps, with her body so close to his, knowing that he was there for devious reasons, her face flushed and her nipples hardened as heat rushed through her body from head to toe.

“BaeJin!” she said, forgetting her sexy librarian character.

“Don’t move,” he said, looking alarmed. She stood completely still, one hand on the door handle. “You’re a stripper, Sandy?”

“You...you remember me?” He nodded. “Stripping is helping me pay for my law degree.” She licked her lips and tilted her head, pushing her chest forward slightly. “I can give you what you want.”

“I can’t do this,” he replied, crossing his left leg over his right. His eyes left her, and diverted to the ground. Her ego was bruised. Not only did she need the money, but her vanity made her feel upset that he didn’t want a lap dance from her. “I should go.”

“I have to try to keep you here,” she said shyly, pressing her back against the door. “If I don’t, that means I’m not good at my job.”

“How long should we be in here for you to be considered good at your job?” he asked, his eyes returning to meet her gaze.

“You don’t want a lap dance? Am I not cute? My tits too small?”

He gave a chuckle, and looked away when his eyes moved to her chest as she talked.

“You’re very cute,” he replied, “but that’s the problem. As a barista, I don’t date customers. Since you didn’t actually pay for your drink, I thought it’d be OK to ask you out if I ever saw you again. But if I pay for this lap dance, I wouldn’t want to ask you out. It’s not fair for me to proposition you while you’re working.”

“You’ve been thinking hard about me?” Her cheeks felt hot and goosebumps formed on her arms. “Would you accept my invitation if I asked you out after this? I’m actually supposed to be off work by now, but this is my last job tonight. If I don’t give you a lap dance, we didn’t cross any lines, right?”

He nodded, and she gave a nervous chuckle.

“You said that being a barista was your side hustle,” she said, noticing the expensive watch and ring on his left hand. Sex workers had to know street codes to keep themselves safe, and watches and rings were how gang members communicated their loyalties and rankings. “What’s your main job? You said it’s stressful.”

His right hand wrapped around his platinum watch, the case of the watch encrusted with diamonds. The C9 Gang was a wealthy gang with origins in Tokyo, Japan, platinum was their calling card. BaeJin’s gold band emerald ring sat on his middle finger, indicating he was a made man of high rank. Sandy was impressed; BaeJin had acclimated to a high status in a gang at a young age.

“How long have you been working here, Sandy?” he asked in response.

“Diamond,” she answered, her grip remaining firm on the door. “My stage name is Diamond.”

“Sandy...Diamond,” he said with a grin. He stood, and she took a deep inhale of breath as he took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, his left arm wrapping around her waist as his hand gripped onto her wrist. Her hold on the door handle loosened. “You are the diamond in the rough in Blue Paradise. You still want to invite me out on a date?”

She took a gulp of breath, staring deeply into his dark brown eyes. He licked his lips and her eyes drifted to his mouth. Giving the most gentle nod of her head, she said, “Yes.”

“I drive a blue Ferrari F60 America,” he said as the tip of his nose touched hers.

“I don’t know anything about cars,” she replied, shutting her eyes. His breath was warm, making it hard for her to breathe. He chuckled and she felt his head rest onto her shoulder.

She opened her eyes when she felt a hand touch her chin.

“I drive a blue car,” he said, his eyes drifting down her face to her lips. His thumb ran across her bottom lip gently, sending heat deep into her groin. Her stomach ached at the touch. “It’ll be the most expensive looking car you’ll see when you walk outside.” He looked directly into her eyes again. “I’m a dangerous man, Sandy...Diamond. I have to ask you one more time, do you want to keep talking to me?”

She chewed on the inside of her left cheek nervously, and furrowed her eyebrows. Given how close she was to getting the paid job as a paralegal at Johnston’s &Partners, Sandy was one step closer to her dreams of becoming a lawyer. Would it be ethical to date a gangster?

“Will you take me home or will we be going to your place?” she answered. Life was too short not to take risks.

Upon his request, she left work wearing her costume. BaeJin’s description of having the most expensive looking car was accurate. The navy blue car shone brighter than any other car, and the curves of the body created an elegant design to the car. He’d opened the passenger door for her. She realized her skirt barely covered her ass as the cold leather from the seat hit the back of her thighs.

He drove them up a curvy hill to get to his expensive mansion, placed behind a small forest. It sat atop of a mountainous hill, overlooking the bright lights of the city far below. BaeJin was a man of very high rank by the looks of his home. It was large and designed with multiple floor to ceiling windows. Sandy took a soft gulp of air as her mouth felt dry.

“Your home is beautiful,” she said when he led her into his home, the hallway lined with expensively framed paintings. The jade vase that held 3 white lilies beside the coat hanger looked like it was worth more than everything she owned, including the small amount of cash she had in her bank account.

BaeJin’s home aesthetic was minimalist, though each room had a piece of furniture that popped out, like the jade vase in the front entrance. In his bedroom, he had a rose gold encrusted full length mirror sitting at the foot of his bed. It was shameless, but did not surprise her. Their eyes locked as BaeJin sat down at the foot of the bed. Their fingers intertwined when she reached her left hand out to his outstretched right hand.

“I spent a week trying not to think about you,” he said, pulling her easily onto his lap. His free hand wrapped around her waist. “The closest thing to you was trying to get a stripper to dress up like a sexy librarian.”

“Aren’t you lucky?” she said, squeezing his hand. “You went to Blue Paradise wanting a fantasy. Instead, you left with your fantasy.”

His hand released hers and she felt his hand between her legs, sliding up against her slit. Shutting her eyes she gave a soft moan, surprised at his swift movement.

“You deserve the best in life,” he said into her ear before grazing his teeth gently against her neck. “Don’t ever settle for less.”

He kissed her, his lips warm and firm. His tongue parted her lips and she gave a soft hum. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth, appreciating the taste of floral green tea from him. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer to her. He tasted better than the beautiful cup of Rose Americano.

With a clouded head, she helped him pull his sweater off as he aggressively pulled her top off of her, the cheap buttons popping loudly as they flew into the air. Her skirt failed to exist when he ripped the zipper and tore the fabric apart with his bare hands.

“Are you going to rip me apart?” she asked breathlessly when his fingers found their way under her bra, fondling her erect nipple. She gave a soft moan and he grinned as he pinched her sensitive bud.

“I’ll be as hard or soft as you want,” he assured her. The pad of his thumb grazed against her nipple. Her back shivered as a sharp heat rode up her back.

“I like a bit of both,” she said, her cheeks hot. It felt like a dream to have BaeJin telling her he would do as she wanted. “You ruined my skirt.”

“The cheap costume skirt?” he asked, his hand returning to rubbing her slit. “You don’t have to settle, remember?” She shut her eyes, her hand grabbing his arm as two of his fingers pressed against her clit. “I like you best without clothes anyway.” The heat intensified as his fingers moved down lower, moistening her panties with the slick heat coming out of her pussy. Her back shook again as his fingers moved up against her slit, and then back down. “Your voice is lovely.”

She moaned as she rested her head against his chest, his fingers continually creating more heat between her legs. One finger slipped under her panties, pulling the fabric away from her wet cunt. The back of his knuckle pressed against the engorged bud of her clit, and she mewled as he rubbed up and down against her.

“BaeBae,” she could only speak with a shaky breath, “BaeBae, I’m going to come.”

Her hips thrust haphazardly against his knuckle as a small flash of heat washed over her, goosebumps forming up the back of her neck. Her orgasm disappeared as soon as it came and she breathed through her mouth. Her pussy felt wet as her slick heat dripped out of her.

“I was just playing with you,” he said with an amused smile, his eyes locked onto the mess between her legs, including his wet fingers. He spread her juices onto her folds, and moved the pads of his index and middle fingers to draw small circles onto her clit. She mewled, shutting her eyes, as her hips rutted against the motions of his fingers. “But with you this wet, I can fuck you right now.”

“BaeBae,” she breathed out, opening her eyes.

Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at him. Wordlessly, she stood as their hands began removing each other’s clothes off. His expensive jewelry remained on as he pulled her back to his front, making her stand between his legs. His hand went between her legs and he massaged the inside of her thigh. She hummed a soft moan, enjoying the way his hand relaxed her muscles.

Both of his hands wrapped around her waist, and his lips kissed her neck. He requested she trust him, and one hand reached down to her right knee and had her stretch her leg out to rest over his. As his other hand went to her left knee, she understood what he was doing. He wanted a full view of her pussy so she sat on his lap with her legs hooked over his.

“Ready to put this to use?” he asked, his hands kneading her hips. His reflection from the mirror was staring at her. She saw the cheeks of her flushed face turn a bright red, and she tilted her head down to look away from the mirror. The blood coursing through her chest up to her head clouded her vision. “Look at us.”

His right hand cupped her face, and she felt his wrist press up against the front of her neck. The pulse from his wrist beat rapidly against the pulse on her neck, and she struggled to breathe as her eyes locked onto his from the reflection in the mirror. Hot blood rushed to her groin and her hips jerked forward, out of her control. His left arm wrapped around her waist had her firmly in his hold, so all she could do was wiggle in his lap. Feeling the muscles of his thighs flex under her made her buttocks tighten, her body anticipating his cock.

“If you let me take you raw,” he said softly against her ear, his eyes locked with hers through the reflection of the mirror, “that’ll make you mine.”

His hold on her face was gone as his hand grabbed his cock. He rubbed his hard cock against her slit. She bit her bottom lip as his heat caused more juices to pool out of her cunt. It made her nerves shake, itching her skin in unbearable heat. He blinked, and his eyebrows furrowed as she opened her mouth to breathe loudly.

“I’m yours,” she said clearly. He groaned as he pushed the tip of his cock into her entrance. “Give me everything, BaeJin.” Pleasure blinded her vision as she saw nothing but white and gold flecks of stars. She gave a loud gulp when she felt his hand grip onto her chin again, his wrist pressing against her throat. Her grip on his arms tightened as she held onto him for leverage. His cock pushed in deeper, and the walls of her pussy trembled as heat filled her body in overwhelming waves. “I’m yours.”

His lips were on her neck and when her vision cleared all her eyes could focus was on the way his cock was fucking her pussy. He started with shallow pushes, the rhythm steady as she bounced on his lap. She came and she gave a gentle mewl, blurting out his name as her walls squeezed his cock. A gentle chuckle escaped her lips as she saw him shut his eyes tight.

“You’re so easy to please,” he said as he pushed in deep. She gave a loud groan as he pulled out roughly before pushing in fast, going in balls deep. He started a steady, deep rhythm and she cried as she was filled with undiluted pleasure.

“You fuck so good,” she moaned, her hand reaching back to grab his hair. He sucked on her neck, leaving a red mark before he kissed her shoulder. “BaeJin, fuck me. I’m gonna - I’m - I’m gonna come.”

His grip around her waist tightened as he pushed faster into her, and they bent forward together as he came into her in deep pushes. Her fingers dug into his skin as she shut her eyes, taking in the sensation of his hot seed filling up her insides.

“Come,” he panted out heavily as she felt him withdraw from her. She whimpered as she felt his middle finger push into her come-filled cunt. His thumb rubbed up against her clit, making her nerves dance in hot waves. She cried out a soft orgasm as she came again. She breathed heavily as she rested against his body.

“We barely know each other,” she said after a while. She didn’t know how long they sat together, staring at their reflection before she finally spoke.

“We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other,” he said, running a hand up and down her thigh, sending heat up and down her back. “You are mine now.”

He pulled her off his lap, and they laid in bed together. A shiver went down her back as he kissed her shoulder. They were facing each other, her left leg locked between his muscular thighs.

Giving a laugh, she watched him grab her wrist. He kissed the inside of her wrist before kissing the inside of her elbow. She shut her eyes as she felt his lips on her shoulder. Every kiss sent a vibrating heat under her skin. His mouth sucked on her neck and she grabbed onto the back of his hair as his teeth grazed against her skin. The muscles in her stomach tightened. The world ceased to exist as BaeJin’s embrace consumed her.

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