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seren1tyhaze · 1 year

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Dive

PAIRING: doyoung x afab reader (ft djj)

WORD COUNT: 8.9k (got a bit carried away)

SUMMARY: your best friend drags you out to a club to be her wingwoman as she meets back up with a stunning stranger and you cross paths with the hottest man you've ever seen in an expensive suit and a cross around his neck

THANK YOU: @strwbrysunday you know how important you've been in getting this across the finish line and you're a literal angel. thank you so much <3 thank you to all my friends who watched me brainrot over this over the past week and inspiring me to keep working on it with your positive words.

WARNINGS: explicit smut, smoking, drinking, drug reference, profanity, heavy religious imagery in a sexual setting (and I mean HEAVY - so if this is going to bother you, this isn't the fic for you)

PLAYLIST: Dive by DoJaeJung, Angel by NCT 127

This was clearly inspired by the Doyoung D&G promo images with the rosary and the rest was history...

I can dive, I'm diving into you

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Ouch. You pinch your eyelash with the curler as you lean in closer to the glassy mirror in your best friend’s bathroom. You knew you should be wearing your contacts but had forgotten them at home and you weren’t going to hear the end of it from her if that was the excuse you had for ditching her for the night.

It had been an exhausting week at work but somehow your adorable firecracker of a platonic soulmate since childhood had dragged you to her apartment as soon as the clock hit 5:00PM in the co-working space your small start-up you both worked for shared with some other local environmental companies.

She had shed off her casual work clothes hours before, now wearing a glittery black dress, hugging her hips tightly, strings ruched up the side revealing plenty of thigh, covered with nude fishnets. You envied her long and bouncy locks that flowed down her back, reaching up to touch your straight hair that never cooperated with the curling iron.

“What is it?” she asked from behind you, catching you staring.

“Is there something on my dress?” she spun around, craning her head to look at her own ass in the mirror.

You started to speak before you realized she was showing off, dropping to the floor quickly before slowly standing again, shimmying her rear as she started to sway to the faint music coming from her living room.

You rolled your eyes with a huff, curling your other eye’s lashes and applying a few coats of mascara.

“Loosen up, angel,” she called back as she moved into her walk-in closet to select her shoes and handbag, using her pet name she had been calling you for years.

You finished up the rest of your makeup, cleaning up the little pile of products and packing them back neatly in their small pouch before examining yourself in the mirror. Your dark hair fell almost to your shoulders, eyes accentuated with smudged dark liner and cheekbones dusted with a bright coral blush that complimented the glossy color across your lips. You had let your best friend convince you to dress up more than you usually did, since she said the club you were going to tended to cater to a more affluent clientele.

A skin tight white leather crop top pushed your breasts up nicely and you had even let your friend dust some shimmering glitter across them with a large puff earlier. You smoothed the matching devastatingly short skirt and adjusted the lace up black boots that travelled up your long legs and over your knee. You felt confident in the outfit and only slightly uneasy about the night ahead. Your friend had a tendency to scan for her prey of the night the minute you entered a venue and often spent the night locking lips with half the dance floor or as she did the weekend before, dancing on stage with the burlesque dancers at the late night speakeasy.

Standing next to her as you both did final checks in the mirror, you looked like the moonlight and sunlight, night and day, devil and angel. A dangerous pair for any person to come across in a crowded club with these outfits, to say the least. You giggled as your friend planted a glossy kiss to your ear before pushing your hair back into place, following her out of the spacious apartment.

“WOO!” shrieked your friend, waving long fingernails at a tall, slender man leaning against a private booth tucked near the DJ. A warm grin spread across his plush lips and you couldn’t help it when your heart jumped a little in your chest. How your friend always found the most attractive people to surround herself always surprised you (not like you were complaining).

She had met Jungwoo the weekend before at a rave and had gabbed your ear off about the attractive and rich heir to a fortune who lived downtown in the middle of all the weekend excitement and had fed her drinks all night long while clutching onto her hips as they danced. She hadn’t gone home with him but instead had gotten his number and promised to meet him out the next weekend. The next weekend was now and out the two of you were.

Jungwoo was absolutely stunning, bright white hair damp, long, and hanging around his cheeks and across his forehead. He wore a sheer blouse unbuttoned halfway, exposing much of his toned chest and loose grey slacks that didn’t leave much to the imagination when he moved.

Taking careful steps through the crowd, you followed your friend who now had her hand held close to the lips of another man, this one dressed in the remains of an expensive suit, tie loose and sloppy around his neck with several buttons of a crisp pale blue shirt undone. He had dark hair slicked back to reveal his stunning face and his eyes glittered when he pulled them to yours to greet you.

“This is Jaehyun, Jungwoo’s roommate!” she giggled, a glass of champagne somehow already in her hand as she grinned at Jaehyun’s tender kiss to the back of her hand.

“Lovely to meet you, girls,” Jaehyun spoke deep and smoothly, his voice like velvet.

You cleared your throat with a small smile and shifted your weight in the uncomfortable shoes, eyes darting past the two men in front of you to a third seated in the booth.

Goosebumps instantly dotted your bare arms as you raked your eyes over one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. Even seated, you could tell he was tall with a broad frame. His hand was stretched out across his knee, high end designer fabric covering every inch of his body.

As if in slow motion, he lifted his head from his phone, placing it next to him to take a long sip from the short glass of dark liquid on the table in front of him. He brought his dark eyes up to meet yours and as soon as you made contact you watched his adam’s apple move in his throat, gulping as he peeled his eyes down your body.

You moved a hand to grip your other forearm, suddenly self conscious but equally intrigued, cocking your head slightly to the side. Your vision blurred briefly and you cursed yourself for not remembering your contacts as your loss of focus refused to let you make out the expression on the mystery man’s face.

“Doie - don’t be rude, say hi!” Jungwoo slurred out, taking a strong hand to the small of your back to guide you into the booth and directly next to Doyoung.

“Hi,” he spoke, quiet and soft, pulling his hand off his knee to extend a handshake to you.

You chuckled lightly and let him shake your hand, taking a moment to inspect him further now that you could see him better.

The white collared shirt under his suit jacket was tight (almost too tight) with the top buttons straining against the fabric enclosure. He had a soft jaw and plump lips, dark hair styled in a way that was kept but still messy in a sexy way. When he smiled his eyes crinkled in the corners and his neutral facial expression was hard to read when he wasn’t speaking.

You let your eyes wander down to his tight pants before shaking your head, begging your dirty mind to control itself. It hadn’t been that long since you had hooked up with a stranger at a bar but long enough to let your mind wander within minutes of meeting this man.

Doyoung reached across the table to pour you a glass of champagne from the bottle in the ice bucket and as he did, you noticed a glimmering chain around his neck. As he leaned further, you saw the small black beads on the chain catching the light and much to your surprise, a cross slipped into view briefly.

You sucked in a deep inhale at the sight - this man was wearing a fucking rosary around his neck.

Flashes of hours kneeling for Easter vigil mass, heavy clouds of incense in your face as you held the thurible in a floor length white robe, dark smudges on your forehead, and getting tipsy off communion wine in the church basement with your cousins flew across your mind as you watched him laugh at something Jaehyun said.

Jungwoo swore loudly as he dripped tequila across the table, attempting to pour five shots evenly. You can’t pull your eyes away from Doyoung, watching as he bows his head lightly, wincing ever so slightly at the curse words.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Taking a long drink from your champagne glass and tossing back the shot that is handed to you, you reach into your bag and dig out a carton of cigarettes, pulling the ashtray at the center of the table closer to you.

Pulling a loose stick with your lips, you instinctively gesture towards Doyoung who moves a hand quickly to decline. You shrug and move a bit closer to Jungwoo who is taking a long drag from a neon green vape. He chuckles and tosses his hair from his eyes as he watches the interaction.

“You’re better off making moves on Jae,” he says to you on his exhale. He tosses an arm around your shoulder, nudging your bare shoulder lightly with his thumb, cocking his chin up to draw your attention to a smiley Jaehyun swaying to the music, slightly off beat, as your friend tries to get him to salsa dance with her.

“Doyoung is a little more on the conservative side. Doesn’t smoke, doesn’t like getting high, barely gets drunk, takes his grandma to church on Sundays, all that,” Jungwoo adds, giving you a softer smile as he pulls your eyes into contact with his.

You narrow your own eyes slightly, not sure if this is some twisted attempt at reverse psychology to push you even more into the arms of his friend. While he was wearing the rosary, that didn’t necessarily scream “priest”. He was in a high end club’s most desirable VIP booth, surrounded by drinks and other substances, with two party boys that looked like models.

“Well he’s taken every shot that’s been poured for him, so I don’t know about that ‘not getting drunk’ part,” you quip back, taking a long drag from your cigarette and blowing it behind you through tightly pursed lips, intentionally avoiding Doyoung’s direction.

“Yeah he and Jaehyun lost some big account today, I think he’s just blowing off some steam. Plus he owes me,” Jungwoo winks as punctuation, making it apparent that he wasn’t going to elaborate on the end of that statement.

Throughout the night you learn that Doyoung and Jaehyun work at a big investment bank, Jaehyun sharing a small apartment with Jungwoo in the middle of all the city nightlife, the three of them having known each other since they were kids. Doyoung seemed to have never moved on from their strong faith-based formative years, holding onto these ideals even years later and still an active member of his family’s church community. When he checks the time on his phone you see the smiling face of an older woman pushed up against his, assuming this to be the grandmother Jungwoo mentioned before.

He’s quiet as you chat with him, having to do most of the talking, but is kind and puts some of your nerves at ease even when your friend is off in the middle of the dance floor doing god knows what with god knows who.

Despite his reserved nature, you feel his eyes trained on your every move, following your lips and hands as you smoke another cigarette, the way you cross and uncross your legs with ease, despite the short skirt that has a tendency to ride up when you wiggle in your seat.

You watch him in the same way he watches you, the way his hair falls into his eyes every once and a while and instead of pushing it away with his hand, he shakes his head lightly, flicking his eyes up as if to chastise the loose strands. When he leans forward to take a sip of his drink or gesture to the waitress, his toned chest is exposed by the undone buttons on his shirt.

As much as you hate to admit it, his very presence is intoxicating and it’s affecting you more than you would like. Goosebumps crop up on your arms and you suddenly feel chilled in the warm room, sending a shiver down your spine.

A loud laugh draws your attention across the booth and you are met with the sight of your friend feverishly making out with Jaehyun, sandwiched between him and Jungwoo who has his hand up the hem of her dress, laughing into her neck.

You whip your head back towards Doyoung, giving an awkward smile to him before the chill sets over you again. You train your gaze downwards, examining the patterned carpet on the floor and the laces on your thigh high boots, picking at the edge of the string. You startle at the feeling of fabric being draped over your shoulders, looking up to see that Doyoung has placed his suit jacket around your shoulders.

He keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder after placing the jacket and you suddenly feel an additional set of eyes on you as you lift up to meet Jaehyun’s gaze. He’s staring at your slightly spread legs, running a wicked tongue across his bottom lip as it quirks up into a wry smile.

You feel Doyoung’s grip around your shoulder tighten and turn to see his face close to yours, your heart jumping in your chest when you feel his breath across your cheek. You can’t bear to break eye contact with him, despite the fact that you desperately wish you could see Jaehyun’s reaction.

“You seemed cold,” he murmurs to you, lips almost brushing across your skin as he speaks close to your ear. He smells delicious, like soft musk but still clean and warm. You mentally take note to slyly ask Jungwoo what cologne his friend wears.

“Thank you,” is all you can muster and you resist the urge to drop your head to his shoulder, suddenly feeling lightheaded in the haze of alcohol, nicotine, and the blaring music of the club.

Doyoung reaches to the table for his glass, arm never leaving your shoulder, rolled shirt sleeve revealing a large and intricate cross tattoo on his forearm. At the sight of the ink you are jolted back to the reality that this man is not who you want him to be. You would normally have a hand palming his groin in the dim lights of the club, moaning into his mouth as he gripped the exposed skin on your back and whispered filthy strings of words into your ear.

But no, you had to bag the “Holier than Thou, Man of God.” Of course you did. This was not going to be good for your libido.

Your friend is suddenly dragging you by the hand to the bathroom, moving surprisingly fast in her towering heels.

“Sooooooooo, angel,” she whines from the single use stall she pulled you into after locking the door.

“What are you about to ask me to do?” you sigh, fixing your hair in the mirror as your friend hikes up her dress to pee.

“I’m going to take those two home with me,” she bluntly tells you, as you predicted.

“Yeah I think anyone in this club could have told me that,” you reply, rolling your eyes for dramatic effect. You didn’t really care what she did, only frustrated now that you had to make the hike home in an expensive taxi or wait for the unreliable train service.

“It’s fine, babe, I’ll get home okay,” you add, mustering the sweetest tone you can for your oldest friend. She deserved to blow off steam as much as next person, but you loved staying over at her luxury apartment on the weekends and the lazy mornings you spent sipping homemade cappuccinos and doing face masks.

“You’re the BESTTTT!” she nearly shouts, throwing her arms around you, damp hands fresh from washing them in the sink getting your skin wet. You laugh at her, congratulating her on getting her dick wet and ushering her out of the small room with a smack to her ass.

Back at the booth she wastes no time murmuring in the ears of the two eager men before they share a steamy three way kiss that results in Jungwoo tugging Jaehyun’s bottom lip with his teeth, looping an arm around his slim waist.

You are flicking through the various ride share apps on your phone to find the cheapest option, boots feeling uncomfortably tight on your feet after a long night. Last thing you want to do in this outfit is sit on an empty train and make the long walk uphill to your apartment complex once you arrive at your stop.

“What are you doing?” Doyoung asks, face suddenly close to yours again. There’s a level of concern in his eyes that you cannot read when he speaks to you.

“Calling for a car home, I don’t have the luxury of living right here downtown and had plans to crash at hers. I’m assuming my job doesn’t pay as well as yours and Jae’s,” you reply, only lifting your eyes up to meet his after you’ve spoken.

God his eyes are so pretty.

“Why don’t you stay at mine, I can sleep on the couch and my driver can take you home in the morning,” he offers, picking your phone out of your hand and locking the screen.

You open your mouth in protest before thinking more on the offer. His driver?! You would be crazy to turn him down and your friend is already halfway out the door headed towards what will undoubtedly be a night to remember.

You nod and quickly stand, holding a hand out for his, guiding him out the back door of the club. He’s making a call on his phone in a hushed tone while you slide your long coat over his blazer, still wrapped around your shoulders, Jungwoo giving you a small smile and wiggle of his fingers as he slides into the back of a cab.

“I love you angellllll,” your friend slurs out dramatically, knowing she is far less drunk than she appears, playing up the antics for the men around her. Jaehyun has an arm tucked loosely around her waist, grinning ear to ear as the evening wind ruffles his dark hair.

You pull your friend in for a hug before she ducks into the car, latching her lips immediately onto Jungwoo’s exposed neck, drawing a chuckle from you on the street.

Jaehyun pauses before getting in the car, dipping down to whisper right along the shell of your ear.

“Angel is it? I don’t know about that,” he practically moans out, voice breathy and deep.

“Seemed like a devil in disguise in that tight little skirt, slutty legs spread in the club for our sweet and innocent Doie,” he laughs out, laying the degrading tone on thick. His finger is under your chin, tipping it up to force you to look at him. Your heart is pounding and flying around your chest and you can feel your cheeks burn.

Suddenly there’s a hand on your back and you don’t have to look to know that Doyoung has stepped up behind you.

Jaehyun gives you a wink, pushing past you to plant a lingering kiss on Doyoung’s cheek, before turning and disappearing into the car.

Before you can say anything to Doyoung, a black town car replaces the cab in its spot on the busy street, Doyoung moving quickly to open the door for you, helping you in with a strong hand. He closes the door softly before moving around to the street side to slide in next to you, greeting the driver in the front pleasantly.

Your head is spinning and you desperately hope there is time to have a cigarette before going upstairs to Doyoung’s apartment, feeling anxiety creeping up in your chest.

Despite the spacious backseat, Doyoung can’t help but be pressed up against you, twisting to look at you as you make small talk. You watch him when he answers questions you ask and listen to a small story about a frustrating email exchange at work, as if the two of you had known each other forever.

Distracted by the beaded chain around his neck again, you reach over, taking the cross gingerly in between your pointer and middle finger, inspecting it. The metal is cold in your hand and nostalgia rushes over you as you hold it in your hand.

“I dip it in holy water every morning to help keep me grounded and ask that God bless my daily travels,” he offers, smiling lightly at you as he explains in earnest. You know by now that he isn’t lying, that there would be no reason for him to.

“I kiss it as well, asking him to bless my words and calm my mind in a world filled with temptation,” he continues, unwilling to break the heavy eye contact.

He reaches out and draws your fingers to his lips, still holding the cross, and kisses the small metal piece, catching the tips of your fingers with soft lips. They are warm and plush, sending jolts of electricity through your hand and to your chest. You have to shift in your seat to calm the throbbing in your core. This gesture shouldn’t be turning you on this much and you know now that if there is a hell, you surely are destined to take residence there.

The tension in the car is thick as you shiver, hand moving before you have a chance to think, bringing his hand and yours to your own lips, copying his kiss. You watch him gulp and pull his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes darken at the sight of the cross pressed to your lips.

Oh you are so royally fucked.

You watch him as he absently brushes the back of his hand against your own in the elevator ride to the top floor of the sleek and modern building. He lets his fingers tangle with yours briefly before holding his hand out when the door starts to open, bringing the foyer of his apartment into view.

You let a gasp fall from your lips, taking in the beautiful space around you. Lights flick on as you reach down to release the knot holding the laces of your boots in place, stepping out of them carefully by steadying yourself on a small table adorned with realistic looking fake flowers.

You try to keep your boots tidy under the coat rack, slipping off your coat and hanging it up and checking yourself in the small mirror above hooks of dangling keys. You notice one key with a Kuromi cover, smiling lightly and wondering if he had picked that out for himself. He will tell you one day that it is the key to his mailbox and one of the kids from his Sunday school class brought it in for him after they said Kuromi reminded them of Doyoung.

You follow him to the open living area which melts into the compact kitchen adorned with granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. He’s opening the door to the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of water and pouring two glasses.

The apartment is warm but minimalistic in style, adorned with shades of cream, black and gray. You half expect to see a statue of Mary where the tv sits but there’s barely any religious imagery present. Maybe you had misjudged him after all.

As you close the space between you, you let his blazer slip from your shoulders, catching it and folding it gently in your hands, looking up towards him through your long lashes as you lean your hip against the cold edge of the counter, offering the blazer to him. Instead of taking the jacket from your hands, he leans forward, brushing a thumb across the high point of your cheek, examining your face.

“Let me know if there is anything I can get you to feel more at home, I want you to feel comfortable,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down briefly to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

You feel butterflies in your chest and despite how tired you know you should be, your heart is pounding and core tightening at how close he stands to you in his beautiful apartment, finally able to hear his voice clearly without the sounds of the club or busy streets of the city. It’s velvety smooth and even and his lips tip up at the edges when he finishes his kind statement. You want desperately to push up and capture them in yours but instead nod slowly, taking one of the glasses of water into your hand gulping down some of the cool liquid to try to quell the arousal building within you.

He brushes your skin with his thumb once more before taking the jacket from you, moving to his bedroom and returning moments later with a couple pillows and a large blanket, which he leaves on the plush couch.

“I don’t mind just sleeping out here,” you offer, scanning the comfortable looking room, knowing if you slept in the living room you might be able to more easily slip out unnoticed in the morning. You’ve never been one for tender mornings in bed with a one night stand and this situation shouldn’t be treated any different. You don’t believe he will actually make any move beyond what he has, despite the brief intimate moments you’ve shared since stepping out of the club.

“No no, I insist, take my bed. The bedding was just changed this morning,” he makes sure to note and you realize how rich this man truly must be if he avoided mentioning who exactly changed the sheets. Surely not Doyoung, with his thousands of dollars of clothing and jewelry on his body and on-call car service and penthouse suite.

He moves to open the door to the balcony, cool but comfortable night air flooding the living room as he hands you a vintage glass ashtray from the media cabinet.

“In case you need one before you go to sleep or in the night,” he offers, smiling lightly at the shocked look on your face.

“Jungwoo is always hanging around here when I’m working late and I’ve learned there is no way to stop people from doing something they want to do. I can’t change my friends and I wouldn’t want to. I have things in my life and things I have removed from my life but that is my own decision and shouldn’t affect my relationships with those I love,” he adds, fingers brushing over yours as they make contact to pass the item to you.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll take a shower quickly and then let you have the bedroom and bathroom. If you need it, there’s a toilet near the elevator and some fresh fruit in the fridge,” he continues, resisting the urge to brush his lips over your bare shoulder.

You thank him and take your purse out to the balcony, closing the door lightly behind you but making sure it latches fully. Stepping forward towards the edge of the balcony, you quickly light a cigarette and feel calm wash over you as you watch the flickering lights of the city skyline. The cool air feels good against your cheeks and exposed abdomen, needing desperately to cool down. You try (and fail) to not let your mind wander to thoughts of Doyoung in a steamy rainfall shower, steam gathering on glossy mirrors and hot water racing down toned biceps and thighs.

You burn through it eagerly, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray and disposing of it in a small bin attached to the balcony’s railing before heading back inside. Doyoung is emerging from his bedroom in a tight white tank top and loose grey sweatpants, bare feet padding across the plush throw rug.

“I left you some clothes and towels on the bed but help yourself to my closet if you need something warmer,” he mutters awkwardly, the power balance shifting slightly as he stands in front of you in casual clothes, black rosary still visible proudly on his chest.

“I’ll wash up, if that’s okay? If you’re tired and want to sleep, don’t worry about waiting for me to finish. I usually stay up pretty late and I’m sure you have early mornings,” you ramble, scratching at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Take your time, I usually read for a while before bed,” he gestures to a small leather bound bible on the coffee table. Of course he does.

In the shower, you let the water rush over your body, using some of the small skincare bottles to wash your face and step out, massaging shower oil into your damp skin. You sigh into the warm white towel fresh off the warming rack and feel like you’re living in a dream.

Can’t I just stay here forever?

You know your modest apartment waits for you a few miles away, with your own much smaller and dingier balcony where you like to sketch in your journal as you watch birds settle on the hanging flower baskets. You could never see yourself living full time in the cold of the city, barely any green space and garbage littering the streets.

Checking outside the bathroom door before emerging, the coast is clear as you step back into his spacious bedroom, lightly touching the clothing he had laid out for you. A large and faded t-shirt that appears to be from a church camp is folded neatly, logo barely still visible.

A package of unopened cotton boxer briefs is next to the shirt, knowing he must have been panicking thinking of how he could offer you something to wear without it seeming creepy. But he seems to at least have experience taking care of stranded tipsy guests (even if they usually were just Jungwoo and someone he brought home from the bar). You pull the shirt over your head and it falls easily to your mid-thigh, skimming over your hardened nipples, painful as they make contact with the cool air from the vent.

Sliding on the boxers, you pull them up to your waist and the shirt covers them fully. You decide against the sweatpants next to the shirt, knowing they will be far too long for you and opt to instead roll on the pair of long socks before placing the pants back on the dresser. You listen at the door for any noise from the living room, hearing a light hum of music you can’t decipher. Pressing your ear closer you recognize Debussy floating through the air and let out a small smile.

You’re about to tuck yourself into the king sized bed before you realize you didn’t bring the water glass in with you. Scanning the room you don’t see one and silently curse yourself.

Sliding the door open quietly, you stick your head out tentatively, his head lifting to look at you. He looks absolutely adorable, bundled up in a fluffy blanket with his small bible in his lap and two scented candles lit on the table. The music did turn out to be Debussy, playing softly on a record player in the corner.

“Is the music too loud?” he asks, moving as if he is going to turn it off.

“No no, it’s beautiful,” you breathe out in reply, sliding out from the door and covering your chest with your arms, self conscious. This causes the hem of the shirt to hike up, exposing a sliver of the white briefs covering your lower half.

Doyoung’s eyes trail down your body, as if wanting to mentally capture this image of you dressed in his clothes, standing sheepishly in front of him. He pushes away thoughts of you on your knees in front of him, mouthing along his length through his sweatpants while he tugs on your silky and damp hair.

“I, um, just came out for some water,” you add, crossing to the counter to grab the glass before returning to stand awkwardly next to the couch.

“Why does she call you angel?” he asks suddenly, pulling an arm up on the back of the couch, unintentionally opening up a perfect sized space for you to sit next to him.

You smile lightly and cross to sit next to him, perching on the edge of the cushion so as to not crowd him.

“My middle name is Angelica,” you replied softly. “She just took a liking to the pet name many years ago.”

He smiles softly at this explanation, suddenly aware that his other hand has strayed to the hem of his shirt hanging loose on your torso.

“Angel…” he tries, feeling the way it sounds in his voice, feeling the way the words taste as they roll off his tongue. He smirks, pinching the fabric at the edge of the shirt in between his fingers and releasing it.

“Can I call you that?” he breathes out, suddenly closer to your face than you had realized.

“Only if you’re a good boy,” you manage to say in an even tone, hand finally reaching out to touch his chest, flattening against his toned pecs, metal beads digging into your palm.

His eyes flutter, brain clearly short circuiting at the mention of praise, fingers stilling but breathing becoming more labored.

“Can I please kiss you?” you ask, eyes and voice hopeful. You palm the cross on the rosary, holding it tightly in your hand as you pull gently, bringing yourself closer to Doyoung as your eyes slip shut, not waiting for a response.

His lips are on yours suddenly, pressing firmly as his hand flies to your lower back, pressing you flush against his chest, capturing your hand in between your bodies. You refuse to let go of the rosary, pulling tighter so he’s forced to deepen the kiss.

You feel his hand push up the back of the shirt and up your back, as if reaching for a bra to unhook and you can’t help but smile against his mouth, knowing he is far less innocent than he seems.

You rise up on your knees, moving your legs to straddle him on the couch, suddenly feeling something firm against your bare thigh. Your grin grows, nuzzling against his nose teasingly.

“Well, well, look who isn’t such a good boy after all,” you growl out, unable to control how horny you are for this man under you.

He pulls back, breaking the kiss, brows furrowed in confusion at your comment. Reaching between your bodies, he pulls out the leather bible and you flush deeply, unable to process that you thought it was his erection.

You avert your eyes from his and reach an arm up to touch the back of your neck nervously but his hand quickly grabs your wrist as he moves your hand to his lap, eyes darkening. When he pushes you down against his sweatpants you feel him harder than you thought he would be, not to mention way bigger than you thought he would be.

“Who said I was a good boy, angel?” he asked quietly, almost sounding annoyed with you. He grips your wrist tighter, pulling you closer to him before capturing your lips in his again.

It takes you a moment to respond, brain foggy at the name and sequence of events that had just unfolded. It doesn’t take you long to recover before slipping your tongue into his mouth hungrily, fingers lacing his hair to pull him desperately close.

You can’t help but move quickly with him, spreading your thighs to grind slow circles into his clothed crotch, biting back moans that bubble in your throat.

Hands are suddenly tugging at the hem of the shirt and you quickly oblige, peeling off the thin cotton and discarding it on the floor. Your chest is heaving as you sit on his lap in just the white boxer briefs, nipples erect and back arched to push your full chest towards him.

Doyoung hungrily licks his lips, eyes darting over your body as if there’s a time limit to the amount of time he has to look. You know you look good and he knew from the minute he saw you walk in the club that you would be on his lap, tits bouncing as he pressed up towards you with an experimental thrust. A small groan slides from his spit slicked lips as he slides one hand to your lower back and the other to cup your breast.

“Good God,” he lets out before lowering his mouth to your nipple, flicking eyes up to watch as you tumble contrasting curses from your plump lips.

He moves his mouth expertly, tongue laving over the sensitive skin, teeth dragging against your tight nipple. His hand on your lower back feels huge, fingers spread wide and gripping at your flesh as if you will disappear if he loosens his grip.

“Fuck me right here,” you can’t help but mutter into his open mouth after a particularly loud gasp flies from your mouth when you feel the tip of his dick collide with your clothed clit.

He pulls back, face seemingly questioning himself, eyes flicking over to the coffee table with the bible before turning upwards and fluttering shut.

You’re amazed at how this man can have his tit in your mouth one minute and then the next…

“Wait, are you praying?!” you ask in shock, stifling the laughter that builds in your throat.

He peeks at you with one eye open, smiling lightly before closing his eyes again and humming out an incoherent reply.

“Amen,” he says softly after a few more moments have passed.

You don’t have time to question him further when he quickly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing tight and toned abs and letting his broad chest crowd you in what could only be described as a bear hug. He pulls you close to his chest and you can feel his heartbeat reverberating through your own skin.

“The angel wants to get fucked, does she?” he growls as he digs his nails into your back.

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” he adds before flipping you over suddenly, standing above you as he slides the boxers down to your ankles, leaving your socks on.

He then moves his hands to his own waistband, removing the sweatpants and revealing his hard cock, already flushed and angry with arousal. As he bends down, the rosary dangles from his neck and you can’t help but stare.

You’re laid out, exposed in front of him as he drops to his knees, nudging your knees to widen in front of him. Your eyes are wide as you watch him, controlling and calculated. You have to ask yourself the same question you asked in the club, who the fuck was this guy?

“You asked if I was praying earlier,” he speaks quietly, long fingers dragging along your sensitive inner thigh, avoiding where you want him the most.

“I just like to thank God before I eat,” he adds, eyes glimmering with mischief as he pushes forward, tongue licking a long stripe along your dripping core, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

Your brain is swimming with pleasure at the filthy words he spoke and the way his mouth is warm against your burning core, tugging on his hair and slipping your hand down to his neck to stroke the shorter strands there to encourage him.

His muffled moans send vibrations along your folds and shivers up your spine as he laps at you like it’s the fucking last supper. You feel your release close, thighs pulling in to tighten around his face. He shoves them back open every time they threaten to suffocate him, giving him access to every inch of you.

Your orgasm creeps up on you and you are suddenly screaming his name, head thrown back on the back of the couch, vision blinding white. Your eyes are clenched shut as you make every attempt to slow your heavy breathing.

You feel warm hands under your thighs and realize he's lifting you from the couch. You let your arms fall lazily around his shoulders and your head loll over as he carries you to the bedroom. Laying you gently on your back, he’s suddenly leaning over you, lips brushing against your jaw, peppering kisses up to your ear and leaving more along your hairline.

“That was heavenly,” you sigh out, feeling dizzy from the soft gestures.

He smiles and pushes your hair from your face, leaning down to kiss you. You can’t get enough of his lips, every time they press over yours you’re drawn in closer, wanting more and more.

“I know you said you wanted me to fuck you on the couch and as much as I would love to bend you over and slam into you, I want to see your face when I make you cream on my dick,” he says as if it’s the simplest and most normal sentence on the planet. He sits up, reaching a veiny hand over to the bedside table and into the shallow drawer there.

Your mouth hangs open for a moment until you feel his fingers on you again, rubbing slow circles on you, gathering your post orgasm arousal as he tears open a condom that is carefully dangling between his lips. He slicks up his rock hard erection with your wetness before sliding it on and running a hand through his now messy hair.

You adjust yourself on the bed, propping your knees up so he can crawl between them. He brings his face close to yours and drags his tongue lazily against your lower lip before pushing into you.

Your eyes widen, feeling the stretch of his massive cock and the look on his face when he finally feels himself inside you. You swear he’s seen the second coming of Christ and you wish you could take a picture of the pure bliss.

It doesn’t take long for him to pick up a consistent pace of pumping in and out of you, grunts and moans falling from his lips and sounding almost like he’s singing. You almost come at the sight of the rosary dangling above you and moving with each thrust, knowing how fucking filthy this is but how it’s the most turned on you’ve been in ages.

He’s close and you don’t know how much longer you can last after him so you hook your legs around his back and push on him, silently begging to flip over. He obliges and lets you return to a similar position from the couch, him seated against the pillows and you rising up and down on his cock. This drives you insane, watching his face contort in pleasure as you ride him, letting his name fall over and over from your lips like your own prayer.

“Angel, I’m so close,” he moans, pulling you so tight against his chest that you feel yourself becoming one with him. You move together, moan together, and release in strangled cries together.

You pull back, out of breath and struggling to compose yourself, glancing down at your chest to see an imprint of the cross in between swollen breasts. He has a hazy, happy grin across his face and you know you have to look the same in this moment.

He reaches out, brushing pads of his fingers across the imprint on your chest before dipping down to kiss at the cross mark.

You think your heart might explode in that very moment, suddenly visualizing the two of you holding hands in a church pew or leaning over candles, lighting them and bowing your heads in silence.

What the fuck has gotten into you?

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Once he finishes tucking the plush duvet around your naked body, he lays flat on his back, exhaling in relaxation for what sounded like the first time that night, and humming out an almost angelic note.

“And on the seventh day, God looked at all he had made and rested from the work he had done,” Doyoung paraphrased, grinning at his joke, turning slightly to nuzzle his face into your bare shoulder.

Your cheeks warmed and eyes welled as you watched your dark haired lover drift off into sleep, arms laying beside him, not clinging to you as they had been all night, as if fully relaxed at how you seemingly fit so easily into his bed, into his life.

Checking the time, you unlock your phone, lower the brightness, and fire off a couple check-in texts to your friend and one to your mother asking if you completed your sacraments as a child and if she knows where your old prayer book is. You can’t believe this man is reigniting this in you and while you know no amount of good sex is going to fully pull you back into a toxic institution, you see the good in him and wonder if there is a world where the two of you can balance his faith and your more progressive views.

The next morning comes quicker than you had anticipated and light is streaming through the sheers covering the floor to ceiling windows. You glance over to see a still sleeping Doyoung, surprised once you check the time, knowing he probably starts his day at the office before you. You check your phone, frustrated at how quickly it will soon be the time when your boss is checking in to see if you are working from home or coming into the office. You send off a quick message to let them know you will have a late start to the day, working from your apartment.

They reply with a teasing tone, noting that you and your friend must have gotten into some fun the night prior since she had called off entirely. Oh boy, couldn’t wait to hear about that.

You roll over, seeing Doyoung’s eyes open in narrow slits, running a wet tongue over his dry lips.

“Morning star,” he smiles at you, placing that same strong hand on your lower back, pulling you gently closer to him.

“Hi,” you squeak out, giggling as his fingers brush lightly over your spine, tickling you.

“Can I make you coffee?” he asks, pressing lips softly to your temple, holding there and breathing in the scent of your hair, still faintly holding the floral notes from his shampoo.

“You don’t have morning prayers to get to?” you tease, pushing your lips towards his, silently asking for a kiss.

He pulls back, knitting his brows together and almost rolling his eyes.

“You really have me all wrong you know,” he starts, pushing strands of hair from your face before cupping your cheek gently, just as he had in the kitchen last night when you first got back.

“Yes, I have my beliefs and values that ground me. But that doesn’t mean I abstain from every activity marked as a sin in the bible,” he continued, his voice even and strong but not mean.

“I would have thought that would have been obvious by everything we did last night,” he added, pressing a little more firmly on your lower back, gliding his palm down to the slope of your ass to grasp at the skin there.

You gulp audibly, startled by his candid admission. Maybe you did have him all wrong. Maybe you judged this book by the cover too quickly, your opinion shadowed by everything you knew from the devout adults you had grown up around. You had always assumed it was black and white, no gray space between for any compromise.

All you could do in that moment, overcome with emotions you weren’t quite ready to acknowledge, was pull him close to you and connect your hips with his to slowly create friction between the two of you. You hungrily captured his lips in yours, sighing into him as his fingers gently tugged your hair and brought you to another two unholy orgasms.

–

You don’t bother showering again, opting to take Doyoung up on that ride home from his driver who arrives in less than fifteen minutes, despite the morning rush hour traffic. You’re soon stepping out onto the busy streets, feet back in those painful boots and coat wrapped tightly around you to cover your revealing outfit you still can’t believe you wore out all night (but probably have to thank for this entire encounter).

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t a lost little angel!” comes a familiar voice, catching you as you are approaching the black car, the driver standing with a neutral expression waiting to open the door for you.

“Jungwoo, hey,” you start, stepping towards the man who is placing his motorcycle helmet on the seat, arms crossed as he leans gently against the expensive bike.

He’s wearing low rise leather pants with a matching belt adorned with a large silver buckle. His jacket is open and you can see a tight and cropped red shirt underneath, exposing much of his toned abs and navel. Nude color blocking rose up the sides of the shirt, covered in black crescent moons and he is wearing a stack of gold chains tight around his neck. A large green stone is dangling from his ear, moving as he speaks.

His hair is fluffy from the helmet, eyes smudged lightly with dark liner, most likely still from the night before. He looks absolutely unreal and your mind drifts to images of your friend pressed between him and the equally sexy Jaehyun in the crowded bar, stirring tension deep in your core.

“How was your night?” you add, stepping closer to him, curious about what your friend had gotten into.

“I’m sure just as sinful as yours by the look of this walk of shame,” he almost sneers back, tone unmatched to the large grin covering his face from his lips to his eyes. He grabs your phone from you and punches his number in, punctuating with a sultry wink. His eyes are flicking up and down your body dramatically, making overly exaggerated facial expressions at you.

You roll your eyes at him, turning to head to the car, wagging your fingers at him seductively and putting extra emphasis in your steps as you know he has his eyes glued to your ass as you slide into the car.

When Doyoung emerges from the shower with a towel tied low around his waist he finds Jungwoo lounging in his favorite chair in the living room, flipping through a magazine he had left here the week before. He looks up to make eye contact with Doyoung, smiling and letting a low whistle slide out his lips.

“Don’t start, Woo,” Doyoung warns curtly, pouring two cups of coffee and preparing them the way they both like.

“Look look, I have Father Lee on speed dial, he’s ready to do an emergency confession for you in the lobby of your office if you need it this morning,” he laughs back, closing the magazine and accepting the mug.

Doyoung rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to reach over and slap the back of Jungwoo’s head. He knows his friend is exaggerating but he had consequently already sent Mark a text that he would stop by the church later that day for a chat. Having one of your oldest friends be a priest that was known for being more on the liberal side had its perks.

“Just because I don’t flaunt my escapades all over town or upload racy videos into the shared DJJ iCloud album, doesn’t mean I’m not getting my dick wet,” he replies after a long sip of much needed coffee.

Jungwoo almost spits out his coffee at the vulgar comment, lips twisting up into a wicked smile as he watches his friend, relaxed and shirtless mid-morning on a work day.

“Something’s different about you, Kim Doyoung,” Jungwoo chuckles, tapping back into his conversation with Jaehyun from earlier, who had frantically texted him from the office that Doyoung hadn’t shown up for their morning meeting and wasn’t replying to any of his texts.

“I guess you could say I was touched by an angel,” Doyoung replies wickedly, winking at Jungwoo before standing and letting his towel fall from his hips, whipping it at leather clad knees before walking slowly back into the bedroom.

Jungwoo’s eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face, watching his friend’s toned ass move away from him and examining the red marks dotting his broad back.

“Oh Jaeeeeee, I have an idea for something that could be fun and oh so messy,” Jungwoo whispers into the phone as he steps out onto the balcony, lighting a blunt in the cool morning air, surrounded by the sounds of the bustling city below.

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#doyoung smut #doyoung x reader #nct smut #nct x reader #nct fanfic #religious trauma slay #djj x reader #djj smut #jungwoo smut #jaehyun smut

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Happy Birthday, Veronika Grebenshchikova!

I have a confession to make. Despite my account being themed after Min and having made several posts analyzing her... I may like Veronika just as much, if not more than Min. Ever since her introduction, this Horror Fanatic has brought a smile to my face every time she comes on screen. Literally. Whenever I see her, my face immediately splits into the dumbest grin, I just adore her far too much. There's a lot we still haven't seen about her, but in honor of her birthday, I shall give a few of the reasons I love this freak to the death, and make a sort of birthday playlist as a gift.

+The main motivation for everything she does is boredom, as stated in her conversation with Teruko on Ch 2 Ep 7. Her profile states she took on her talent to seek thrills.

+This obsession with entertainment twists her personality quite a bit. “I don't care about morals. I don’t care whether people get hurt or whether they die. I just need to be entertained”. She’s honestly such a queen.

+Her twisted morals lead to her hanging out with people based on how entertaining they are instead of, like, normal standards for hanging out with people. Arturo is example number one.

"If you become more and more irredeemable, then I'll only love you more. I want to hear all about those horrible things you did with no justification".

She would be a standard Danganronpa fan, is what I get from this line.

+She has claimed she “used to be an outdoors person”, but apparently isn’t anymore. Whether she simply got bored of the outdoors, or there was something more traumatic at play, is still unclear.

+Her profile states she likes skateboarding. I adore this fact. Why there aren’t piles of fanart where she’s skateboarding, I don’t know. Get on it, people! /j. Unless?

(Also, I like to headcanon that she used to skateboard with Whit in their time at Hope’s Peak, but she was actually really bad at it. She constantly fell on her face, but always got back up laughing her ass off)

+The upper part of her dress is black and white, colors associated with the Tragedy and horror in the DRDT universe. This is stated by Veronika herself in Ch 2 Ep 2. However, this color scheme also kickstarts what I like to call:

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Mastermind Bingo! Ft Veronika

>She wears black and white, like Monokuma and MonoTV.

>She gets bored easily, and it drives her actions, like Junko and especially Izuru.

>She constantly psychoanalizes people, again like Junko.

>She has childish tendencies (read: likes the playground), which can be connected back to the Warriors of Hope and Monaca.

>"If I wore contacts, a wig, and different clothes, would you recognize me?"

So, thinking a bit like Tsumugi there.

>"That's why I liked horror for such a long time. The genre seeks to elicit base, negative emotions out of you, like fear, disgust, or sadness... That's exciting"

She is one step removed from outright claiming she likes despair! What is this?!

Also, liked, horror? As in, past tense? Is that implying she doesn't feel satisfied with horror anymore?

>"But after a while, fiction is only fiction..."

You look me in the eyes and tell me that's not something Tsumugi would say. She has aspects of every main-line mastermind! I wouldn't be surprised if she starts taking notes from other fangans, I'm half expecting her to start talking about "the resurrection of Divine Luck" or something.

>And that's not even mentioning things like her quote for Mai; "A girl who didn't foresee the consequences". Right, because Veronika would be the one to get the most ominous quote after MonoTV's "It's all your fault".

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To be clear, I don’t actually think Veronika’s the mastermind. I just find it funny how incredibly suspicious she is, to the point of not being suspicious in the slightest.

+CW for self-harm for this one. It is heavily theorized her secret is "You only took on your talent to distract from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun". After all, she is one of the only remaining characters who covers her wrists and most of her body, and doing something like that "for fun"... sort of only fits Veronika, as far as we know.

+Her secret quote is: "Once something is broken, it can never be pieced together in quite the same way again. The same goes for people." Whether she's talking about herself or someone else is unclear.

+The recent Q&A confirmed the following:

•Veronika is pansexual! Congrats on getting her, pansexual community! A true win for you.

•The earing she wears (a small green triangle) was given to her by her “dearest friend”. This friend's name is apparently Alyssa Belyaeva, taking the dubious honor of having a weirder last name than even Grebenshchikova.

•Her favorite color is white with other colors, since it makes the others stand out more, and her least favorite is white by itself, since it’s “soulless”. That’s… huh. Is that meant to mean anything? Could it be she sees herself as the color white; uninteresting and boring on her own, but helps other people seem more interesting by association? Am I reading too much into this? Probably, but that’s sort of my shtick at this point.

•Her favorite ice cream flavor is funfetti. Based.

•She smells strongly like women’s perfume. I guess, why not, right? Notably, Hu smells like women’s perfume as well, but it’s apparently fainter. Doubt it means anything, but it’s there.

+Veronika can do no wrong. This is an objective truth. Slay queen (but, wait to like, chapter five. I really, really hope you don’t die at three).

And finally, like I did with Min, here's a few songs which remind me of Veronika! And as you're gonna see, my music taste sort of really aligns with the kind of songs one would assign Veronika.

CW, some of these can include topics like murder and extremely disturbing imagery.

-The Chattering Lack of Common Sense, by Ghost & Pals

-End World Normophaty, by Ghost & Pals

-Hide And Seek (English cover by Lizz Robinet), original by Ho-Ong-i

-Corrosion, by Riproducer / RIP

-Chronic Wasting Disease, by Riproducer / RIP

-The Spider and the Kitsune-Like Lion, by MASA Works (CW for this one in particular, it's really fucked up. Cannibalism, torture, necrophilia, etc)

-Hi-fi Evolution Theory, by Keu Studio (probably her character playlist song)

-What Gave it Away, by Riproducer / RIP

-Matryoshka, by Hachi

-Honey I'm Home, by Ghost & Pals

-Entomologists, by Ghost & Pals

-The Experiment, by Steampianist

-The Boy who Went to Hell, by SHUDDER

-Secrets of Wysteria, by Steampianist (CW, this one is based on real events of violent crimes)

-The Dismemberment Song, by Blue Kid

-Mad Hatter, by Melanie Martinez

-Uncanny, by Ghost & Pals

-God-ish, by PinocchioP

-I Can't Fix You, by The Living Tombstone (Veronika loves FNAF, you can’t convince me otherwise)

-Always Wanted, by MiatriSs - SayMaxWell

-The Red Means I Love You, by Madds Buckley

-Already Dead, by KittenSneeze

Alright, I'll stop there. With the final song:

-Happy Birthday! (but, like, a creepy cover or something)

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #fanganronpa #veronika grebenshchikova

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livealittleoc-cb · 7 months

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"Yes, I am a sin wrapped up of other sins. I lust for things, I am a glutton for things, I greed over what I want. I need them and you won't step in my way."

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: The Avatar of Greed

⋆｡°✩ Biblical name: Mammon [derived from Hebrew word meaning money and wealth]

⋆｡°✩ Human Name: Lev Volkov [Jiang Zixin]

⋆｡°✩ All sins are contained into the Underworld unless with their guardian, given special permission from a deity of the underworld or have someone outside of hell to take care of them

⋆｡°✩ Greed is not to be trusted if away from his guardian!! He displays some sociopathic tendencies && does not feel emotions, he very easily can mimic emotions && you will never know what he is really thinking!!! [please take this into consideration when interacting!]

⋆｡°✩ Just like other supernaturals/gods/etc. the sins have a human form if allowed to walk on Earth/Human Realm

⋆｡°✩ In "human" form is from Moscow, Russia, in Astria he's from Uswus [half Chinese]

⋆｡°✩ He/They | Pansexual, Poly | 22 [Human Years], is actually about 1,000+ years | 9/10 [Virgo] | 6'2"

⋆｡°✩They are:

a gaslighter

sarcastic

a dumbass

very very curious

stubborn

blank/dull/uncaring

narcissistic

Demon, Hybrid, Animal && Human Forms/Sin Info

⋆｡°✩ was prince of the 4th Circle [Violence]

⋆｡°✩ contained into the form of a crow

⋆｡°✩ constantly tilting his head like a bird when curious

⋆｡°✩ in his demon form he is 7'2", has a white feathery wings [20 ft/ 610 cm wingspan] with gold chains dangling from them, one set of curled ram white horns on their forehead, his ears are pointed && has gold dangly earrings, white long claws, he has a long white leathery tail with gold fluff at the end [12 ft/ 366 cm], his legs are similar in shape to goats legs, his tongue is long && pointed [2 ft/ 61 cm long], has 1 set of fangs, his eyes are a milky white with a gold glow, his crown would sit on his head when he was prince [diamond jewels with a gold crown], they typically wear long white like dresses with lots of gold jewlery, things with gems, shiney, glittery, do not expect any less from them

⋆｡°✩ is constantly being confused for an angel, hates it. call him an angel and he'll be heavily annoyed with you

⋆｡°✩ they can't feel anything but out of instincts will not let you near his hips or thighs DO NOT TOUCH IF YOU ARE NOT CLOSE!

⋆｡°✩ in hybrid form [crow] he has black feathery wings like a crow [me might have some white feathers show up]

⋆｡°✩ in human form his skin is tan, has tattooes on his arms, chest, hips && legs, wears a lot of gold jewlery && things with gems, wears a lot of rings, is allowed their gold waist chain with dangly gems [each gem is a gem he collected from each of the rings when he was prince, NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO TOUCH IT UNLESS HE SAYS ITS OKAY!!], has glassy && lifeless milky white eyes, nails are kept blunt and are normally done with gold && white desgins with gems or gold flakes on them [his guardian helps them paint && design them]

⋆｡°✩ his claws sometimes come out along with his wings [his leg shape might also change]

⋆｡°✩ when angered his wings spread into full wingspan [in both hybrid && demon form]

⋆｡°✩ Resides: District 4 [former], District 1 [current]

⋆｡°✩ Languages: As a demon speaks all languages, focuses on Russian && English, can speak in tongues

⋆｡°✩ Representative Colors: White, Gold, Pastel Pinks

⋆｡°✩ Guardian: The Crow [First in Command for the Reaper Council]

⋆｡°✩ Guardian Mark: A dollar sign on the side of his neck

⋆｡°✩ Curse: N/A

⋆｡°✩ likes: diamonds, jewels, the color white and gold, money, gold coins, shiny things, pain, playing with others emotions, gambling [will gamble your life away], video games, computers, hacking

⋆｡°✩ dislikes: his stuff being taken from them, dirty things

Powers

manipulation

emotion control

can tell when you're lying

ability to always win a game/bet/gamble/etc.

can get people to give him what he wants without having to do anything

NSFW

⋆｡°✩ pure switch [hard dom, obedient sub]; some of his kinks are pet play, marking, breeding, size kink, public, impact play, praise, hair pulling, orgasam control, auralism, oral, whips, spanking, forced submission, fisting, double penetration, latex, blindfolds, leather, temperature play, blood play, kinfe play, pain kink, collaring, hate sex [all kinks go both ways]

⋆｡°✩ hard nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

⋆｡°✩ his eyes glow gold if he is arroused

⋆｡°✩ safe word: diamond

⋆｡°✩ uses 💸 or 💛 on dash

Relationship Statuses

⋆｡°✩ in the underworld && gambling

⋆｡°✩ happily dating [1/3-4] @evicted-oc Khonsu [pretty doll face 🪆]; uninterested

⋆｡°✩ friends: Sloth/Belphegor [sleepy koko 💤], Gluttony/Beelzebul [tolerable glutton🍚]

Tags

⋆｡°✩ relationship tag(s): #🖤🤍khoneed [russian doll ship tag], #💄⛓️doll face [russian doll ship tag]

⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):

⋆｡°✩ music tag(s):

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⋆｡°✩ other tag(s):

faceclaim: @/colbybrock on ig

#💸greed.txt #💛mammon.txt #profile.txt

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Pepper Potts & Peter Parker Masterlist

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Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.

Peter hesitates.

Then he takes it.

or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.

(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

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Cue Pepper Potts, who is always Tony’s first choice for post-battle cleanup, and totally not who Peter expected to come haul him back to New York.

Running away (ao3) - Blitsis pepper/tony T, 10k

Summary: After Peter came back from the blip, a lot has changed. May has died in a car accident, Tony and Pepper got a kid called Morgan. But the thing that changed the most, is that Tony didn't notice Peter anymore. All his attention went to Morgan and eventually the neglect he's been receiving leads to Peter running away from home. Will they find him in time? Or is he never to be seen again?

or, Peter runs away from home after Tony neglects him

Something for the Fridge (ao3) - moosh pepper/tony T, 3k

Summary: May asks Tony and Pepper for a favor.

The Godfather (ao3) - lokislittlevalkyrie pepper/tony G, 1k

Summary: After the funeral, Pepper Potts and Peter Parker discuss the father-son relationship between Tony and Peter.

What about us (ao3) - for_the_night pepper/tony G, 5k

Summary: If Peter were more coherent watching his father die on the battlefield, that would have been the moment he realised his place in life had changed. If he hadn’t been hyperventilating and inconsolable, listening to Tony’s heartbeat dwindle away, Peter would have realised the implications of Pepper’s actions.

She had pulled him aside. Pushed him away from his dad. She had more of a right to his last moments than Peter, he’d come to realise. Maybe there wasn’t a place for him in his father’s life anymore.

You know what, scratch heating blankets (ao3) - Lequia G, 6k

Summary: In which Peter Parker does something even he considers to be stupid, Tony Stark turns into a giant pillow, and Pepper Potts is, well, Pepper.

you might be what i want, but you’re not what i need (ao3) - krystalpomme T, 30k

Summary: tony invites peter to meet pepper’s family in california. peter is ecstatic at the thought of having a set of grandparents, but they aren’t too keen on having a grandchild that isn’t biologically theirs. morgan is spoiled, peter gets left out, and tony is caught in the middle of trying to prove himself to his in-laws or standing up for his son.

With newfound reluctance, he took Tony’s hand, preparing himself to be ignored for the rest of the trip.

That is—until Pepper’s mom turned around, looking Peter up and down before giving him a obviously fake smile,

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #pepper potts #peter parker #friendship #friendship masterlist #masterlists

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wood01downs · 2 years

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clickbearr-not-anymore · 4 years

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Pride month’s almost over, so here’s a quick sketch of me in my kinda-ace jacket

#my art #digital art #pride #ft. my tendency to dress all in black #as well as my tendency to put my hair in braids every single day #fun fact #i took the reference picture for this in my closet #irony

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rayhaitani · 2 years

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Journal entry 1 -

“I can’t see without my glasses!”

| toxic! Bf Ran X fem reader ft. Rin, Izana, Kakucho

⚠️: narcissistic tendencies, mean Ran :(, voyerism, ANAL, Dacryphilia, masturbation (male), the boys being meanies >:(, toxic and abusive Ran!!! Sex in abandoned house

A/N📝: this is my first smut on this blog and I haven’t written in a long time, I’m not the best but I tried hehehe! I also wanna thank my friends @sheerxradiance and @mid-night-blossoms for encouraging (bullying) me to finish this. I love you guys 🥰

Summary: Halloween night is time for fright, poor Y/N doesn’t like spooky things but Ran forced her to go explore only to find herself pinned against the stairs and her boyfriend.

Ran <3:

Don’t forget we’re gonna dress up.

You:

Okay see ya soon! | (• ◡•)|

Ran looked down at his phone and smirked at your naivety, like which twenty six year old would dress up to go to an abandoned house? I mean he couldn’t blame you. It was Halloween.

He couldn’t wait to see what stupid outfit you’d come up with. You’re not allowed to show much skin around his friends, so any sexy costumes were thrown out the window. That also involved skin tight clothing as well. Knowing your dumbass you’d might dress up as a banana.

He and Rin as well as Izana and Kaku patiently waited for you to come join them, your Uber stopped in front of the abandoned house and the driver was weary about the four guys but you assured the driver that one was your boyfriend and others his friends.

“Doesn’t look like she’s wearing a costume.” Izana nudged Ran. Ran’s fist clenched as they saw you exit the vehicle, did you seriously decide to disobey him and not wear a costume like he said? But Izana was wrong as they all looked at your costume. You were wearing a length appropriate blood orange skirt with a light orange sweater. Some orange ankle socks and black Mary Janes to finish the look. You had took off your contacts and replaced them with your thick framed glasses. Ran used to make fun of them in highschool and demanded you get contacts after you kept crying cause he broke pair after pair when you would piss him off. Your hair wasn’t like the cartoon character, Velma. But the iconic outfit spoke for itself.

The guys began to laugh and you realized they weren’t in costumes. Ran lied, again. Just to embarrass you. The breeze made a chill run down your spine and you’re grateful the sweater provided warmth as you made your way to your boyfriend and his friends. “I..I thought we were dressing up..?” You said as you neared Ran.

“Nah we just wanted to see what stupid outfit you came up with.” Rin spoke with a giggle and you looked down embarrassed. “Aww don’t be like that babe, you look cute.” Ran said as his arm flunged over your shoulder. “Don’t worry, YN. I dressed up.” Izana tried to make you feel better with a smile. “As what?” You asked. “I’m a homicidal maniac, they look like everyone.” He said and everyone began laughing and walking towards the house.

“Velma really suits you babe.” Ran whispered, “Really? Do you like it?” Your ears almost perked up. “Of course I love it..” he smiled sweetly. “Come on lovebirds!” Rin yelled, you looked up and realized that they were already way ahead.

You couldn’t help but gulp as you looked at the abandoned building. You don’t like spooky things, the ‘Train to Busan’was traumatizing and it’s not even a paranormal movie. But Ran really wanted you here, and threatened to punish you if you didn’t make it. Ran slowly dragged you back to the group and took advantage of the long distance. “Are you wearing what I asked you to wear?” He asked quietly and you nodded.

His arm on your shoulder removed itself and his large hand softly ran down your back and down your skirt. He felt the lace panties and he wanted to take you right here and now, but patience is virtue. You kept your breathing steady and tried not to make a scene as Ran inspected what he wanted to inspect. His hands made their way down your ass and he felt the pretty jewel. You wore the butt plug like he asked.

What a good girl.

He couldn’t help but give it a small tug, which caused you to cover your mouth to hide a squeak. Rin turned to see what was going on and he rolled his eyes. His brother couldn’t keep it in his pants and it hasn’t even been five minutes.

Eventually he moved his hand away and it returned to your shoulder for warmth. You weren’t liking the spooky atmosphere and the boys were doing dangerous things. They were loud and yelling out of nowhere which scared you to the bone. You began shaking out of fear and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You needed to leave. Before you could talk to Ran, Rin snuck up from behind you and lightly pushed with a scream and you tripped and fell to the floor on your knees with your eyes closed and your ears covered. Your glasses fell off somewhere. You began crying and the boys thought it was too far. “Oh I’m sorry..I thought you were joking about being scared so you could cuddle my brother.” Rin tried to explain but you just ignored him as you tried to calm your beating heart.

“I’ll talk to her, we’ll catch up in a bit.” Ran said, he pretended to be that good knight in shining armor. “Love?” He asked when the boys began leaving. “Y-yeah…” you hiccuped and looked up. Your tear streamed face looked so fucking beautiful. The thought of fuckng you here danced around in his head again. “You’re gonna dirty your skirt.” He spoke up and your eyes widened in shock. Of course he wouldn’t care about your well being, if you got a scrap he wouldn’t give you a bandaid even if you begged him.

“My glasses..” you said suddenly and his brows raised. “What?” He asked. He’s so used to seeing them off he forgot they weren’t on your face. You went on all fours and began feeling around the dark area. “I can’t see without my glasses.” You said and Ran couldn’t help but laugh. Is he really in an episode of Scooby Doo? The moonlight helped him see your thick frames and he picked up the glasses and tucked them away in his jacket pocket.

Every noise and creak throughout the room caused you to whimper and you wished Ran would be a good boyfriend for once and help. “You’re getting close.” Ran said and you smiled lightly that Ran was finally helping. “A little to your left, okay straight.” Ran said as you were reaching the stairs.

He didn’t think watching you crawl on the floor in an orange sweater could make him as horny as it did. He made a mental note to make this a regular thing. You found the stairs and you squinted as you moved your hand around. “Need to take a few steps up.” Ran instructed as he neared. So you did. “Ran I don’t think my glasses could have—oh..” you gasped when you felt Ran pull you towards his crotch from behind. “M-my glasses…” you turned your head and he rolled his eyes. “I’ll give ‘em after you make me cum, sound good?” He smirked and you shivered. “But your brother and friends could see…” you said as he began to lift your skirt. The jewel from the plug was a ruby red which matched your outfit. “Let them see, I don’t give a fuck.” Ran muttered as he began pressing the plug and moving it causing you to moan and get aroused. “We’re gonna make this quick, kay princess?” He said and you nodded. Before he continued his large hands gripped your chin and he turned your face to face him “I said, we’re gonna make this quick. Kay princess?” He repeated forcefully and you nodded again with a quick “Yes sir.”

He slowly began to pull it out while you help with with your sphincter to not cause damage. “N-not too fast!” You squeak as you gripped Ran’s wrist from the back. “Relax baby.” He said and tried again. Slowly the plug began to move out and he licked his lips. He tossed it somewhere in the room and decided to give you a nice little gift. You felt his spit on your anus and he rubbed the rim of your stretched hole with his thumb. “Oh you’re such a good girl. So nice and obedient for me.” He whispered in awe as your anus clenched something that wasn’t even there. But he was gonna fill you up soon enough. Ran quickly unbuttoned his pants and rubbed your slick. “No lube?” He asked and you shook your head, he tsked. His dick made its way inside your cunt just to properly coat himself so he wouldn’t hurt you.

If he hurt your cute little ass then how can he continue fucking it? “Come on baby, hurry and cum, I wanna fuck your ass.” He whined and leaned forward to play with your clit. Your velvety walls clamped around his cock and he groaned but this couldn’t satisfy him like your ass can. Thrust after thrust, his pace wouldn’t decrease leaving him to continually hit your g spot. Before you knew it, your toes curled in your Mary Janes and you were seeing stars. Ran felt the way you clenched i around his dick and knew you came hard like a good girl.

“Atta girl.” He praised and brushed your hair away from your face, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter. Yeah he was toxic and manipulative and narcissistic and abusive but he was also sweet sometimes and praised you if you’re good. He slowly pulled out his cock and you let out a small moan and pouted at the emptiness. He spit on your hole once more and let his angry hard tip slowly push it and you gripped your sweater. He continued to slowly push himself in until you were filled to the brim.

“Fuck babe. So tight.” He hissed in content. Slowly he began to pull out and slowly push back in but you couldn’t help but make a loud noise. Anal was a completely different feeling and you couldn’t hide your noises. You’ve only done anal a handful of times so your body wasn’t properly trained. Once he realized you were pretty stretched enough he pulled out once more almost all the way and slammed himself in causing you to make a sound between a yelp and squeak. If he kept going at the pace he wanted you wouldn’t be able to shut up so he reached over and covered your mouth as he let his hips pound you.

“What’s taking them so long?” Kakucho muttered and checked his watch, “It’s been almost thirty minutes.” He said. “Ran is probably fucking her. He always fantasized about Velma when we were kids.” Rin said.

“Velma’s hot, and the live action in that leather suit? Sexy.” Izana whistled. “I was more of a Daphnie type of guy.” Kaku said and Rin nodded. “Daphnie is fucking hot but we knew Velma had the tits and ass just always covered it with her baggy sweater.” Rin said and the guys nodded as they continued walking through the large haunted house.

“Do you hear that?”

“It’s Velma and Scooby getting it on.” Rin said.

“Scooby?”

“Ran’s a dog and couldn’t keep it in his pants. He’s always like that.” Rin said and the guys nodded once more. As they almost did a 360° of the house, the noise of skin slapping and muffled screams began to get louder and louder.

Then that’s when they saw it. The moonlight of the rubbled house highlighted your fucked out features as the shadows hid Ran from view. They could only tell he was there because his black manicured fingers covered your mouth to hide your delicious screams and whimpers.

“Oh babe, I love when you cry for me~” Ran huffed as he continued his ministrations. One hand was inside your sweater, playing with your tit while the other covered your mouth. Your arms tried gripping whatever was near which was just dirt and dust and rotten wood. Your bright orange sweater was now covered in dirt and dust as well as your skirt.

The boys saw your runny mascara and almost cummed at the sight when Ran pulled you closer and you looked up to see him looking down. His violet eyes turned a shade darker when filled with lust. His eyes were always a weakness for you. He gave a small smirk of satisfaction as he felt eyes looking at you both. “Want me to stop?” He asked suddenly and slowed his pace, you immediately shook your head rapidly. “But they’re watching.” He whispered and you clenched even more causing him to groan. “You like that they’re watching, huh?” He began to pick up his pace again causing your eyes to roll back and your mouth to drool. You lazily shook your head again and he chuckled. “Liar.” He said and moved his hand away from your mouth.

Your sweet sweet mewls and tears filled the abandoned house and Izana turned back to where the boys came from. “Where are you going?” Kaku asked, “I don’t want you guys to see my dick.” Izana said and Kaku’s face heated up. Izana was going to masturbate to you and Ran fucking. “Yeah me too. Catch you later.” Rin said and went the opposite direction.

Izana leaned against an old table and slowly began to stroke his cock and he saw your pretty face. Sadly the skirt blocked your lower half so he couldn’t see your ass jiggle with each thrust. He hissed when he rubbed his thumb over his tip and wish to stuff his cock in your mouth to shut you up.

Rin was the complete opposite of Izana, he was already pumping his cock furiously to the rhythm his older brother was fucking you in. Although the brothers are different they’re both somewhat similar when it comes to sexual preferences. Rin was nearing his high and it’s been less then ten minutes. This was the fastest he’s ever came. He was a bit embarrassed since the last time something liked this happened was when he was barely becoming sexually active.

Kaku was stunned and overwhelmed about everything but he couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten at your sounds. “Fuck it.” He muttered and pulled out his cock. He closed his eyes as he slowly began to pump his cock, he was too nervous to look in case Ran saw him. So he just got off on your sounds and Ran’s grunts.

You were nearing your high, even though this wasn’t about you, you couldn’t help but enjoy every second of it. Your tiny hand reached low between your legs and you slowly began to circle your clit. Ran obviously didn’t like that and he immediately pulled your arm away and held it behind your back. “What are you doing, slut?” He spat. “I’m close! Please sir. I’m close. ‘wanna cum with you. Please. I’ve been good.” You pleaded and turned once more to see Ran. Your puppy eyes were too much and he just couldn’t deny you. It’s true you’ve been a good girl and he’s in a loving mood.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He said and let go of your hand. You thought he’d replace your hand by rubbing your clit himself. “Go on, play with your clit.” He smirked and you did. Your forehead rested on your arm as your voice echoed throughout the house.

“Cum.” Ran said simply and with a few more thrusts you felt him cum inside causing you to join him. The moan Ran let out was music to your ears and his head rested on your back. His chest rose and fell and he tried to quickly compose himself. “If you keep squeezing me then I’m going to want to take you again.” Ran teased. “I’m sorry..” you whimpered. He slowly pulled out causing you to wince and stood up to tuck himself back and admire his work.

The guys couldn’t see his semen coming out but wished they could. You slowly pulled up your underwear and felt embarrassed that the guys might still be here. It was going to be awkward facing them. You held onto the stairs as you stood and your legs wobble and you tumbled over but thankfully Ran caught you. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I can walk..” you carefully looked into his eyes and he gave a small sigh. “I guess I could do this since I did fuck you in the middle of an abandoned house.” He said as he reached into his pocket to slide your glasses in your face. Your eyes blink to adjust to the lens and he bit the inside of his cheek. “I prefer you without them, it covers your pretty face.” He said as he carried you to his car.

As you got all comfy in the front seat you saw the other three guys emerge from the house in the distance. “Get an Uber.” Ran told them and jumped in his car. Before they can even answer Ran sped off and his hand made its way between your thighs.

“Round 2?”

Part 2 will include a foursome with Kaku, Rin and Izana :) stay tuned!

#bonten ran #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani smut #ran Haitani #Rindou Haitani #kakucho hitto #izana sano #tokyorev ran #tokyorev smut

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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bullseye, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Are you the insufferable, cocky, absolutely-no-good-for-anyone female equivalent of a fuckboy? Maybe. Okay, yeah. But guess who decided to come along and interrupt your conquests? Jeon Jungkook. What now? Complain to your best friend Kim Taehyung all day or fucking do something about it?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alcohol consumption; Taehyung getting shitfaced lol; you're a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook, welp; schemes; smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping in public, cowgirl, m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, penetrative sex, so much kissing); non-idol!BTS; (secretly pining) fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung; mostly reader's POV with a short JK's POV

yes, it's purple-haired Butter JK

now playing – 마.피.아. in the morning by itzy

“Are you kidding me? Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

“You need to calm down,” Kim Taehyung said, patting your shoulder and handing you a mojito.

“What I need is a fucking bow and arrow to shoot down this fucking pest!”

“I know you were the archery champion in high school, but that’s still a weird thing to think,” replied that baritone voice, pushing you into a chair so he could sit down as well, observing you violently chugging down the entire mojito in your rage. He seemed highly amused, looking a bit like a young French socialite in a black beret, loose tan dress shirt, and black slacks with black loafers. Gold accents because Kim Taehyung was that bitch. “Never ceases to impress me that you can do that.”

You pulled the glass from your lips, ice and mint clinking. “This is the third girl I’ve been dating that he’s just–” You flapped a hand in the general direction of the crowd at the bar, completely ignoring Taehyung’s comment about your record-breaking skills of draining cocktails. “–unashamedly making out with when clearly I’m right here.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, far too crass for how drop-dead handsome he was, but it seemed that he didn’t care. “I doubt he knows you’re here or that you’re dating them. And to make it fair on him, you were casually dating them all at once, so technically, no one is at fault here,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes. “I wasn’t–”

Taehyung gave you this look.

The look of ‘shut-up-you-know-I’m-right’.

Being your best friend, he had a right to do that.

“Shouldn’t you be mad at the girl anyway? Being faithful and all that, which, by the way, you are not.”

“Dating is not the same as being in a relationship,” you argued.

“Mmm, so fucking them is not indicative enough that you should be less of a fuckboy.”

“I’m not a fuckboy,” you muttered. “I’m a woman.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “The general term still stands because you’re a class-A asshole.”

You closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to bolt home and buy a bow and arrow online to shoot, not Jeon Jungkook, but Kim Taehyung, because he was testing your last nerve with the truth.

“Again, why are you not mad at them?” Taehyung reoriented the conversation with a sweep of his arm when you opened your eyes, prompting your gaze to shift and witness Jeon Jungkook with his tongue down a pretty girl’s throat. This cheeky bastard was even wearing a leather jacket and white shirt, just like you. The only difference was that you wore a leather miniskirt and he wore black jeans with rips in the thighs, but both of you were wearing heeled black moto-style boots.

“Because he’s the denominator in this equation,” you snapped, smacking your glass on the table.

“Please do not make math references. My brain is not made for that.”

“Fractions? Tae, seriously, are you defective or–”

“Maybe he’s doing it to piss you off.”

“Well, I am pissed off!”

The bar was very loud with music and noise. Your shout was still clearly heard. Neither you or Taehyung seemed to care that people turned to look at you two and shake their heads.

Taehyung shrugged. “Then he succeeded.”

You clicked your tongue. “Why, though? I didn’t do anything to him. He just started popping up stealing my girls. What if I switch back to chasing dick and he takes them too?”

Taehyung snorted. “I doubt it. You’re just continuing on this train because you’re stubborn.”

As usual, he saw right through you.

He raised an elegant hand and tapped his lips. “Maybe he likes you.”

You gave Taehyung the most disbelieving, fiery, indignant look that you had ever produced in your life.

“Or, he doesn’t,” he hastily corrected. “Let’s face it, sometimes I don’t even like you and I would murder for your dumb ass.”

You tapped the melting glass of icy mint onto the tabletop.

Menacingly.

“If you think about it,” Taehyung began tentatively, scooting his chair slightly away from you with your flaming eyes boring holes in the back of Jeon Jungkook’s head. His hair was dark violet now so you could spot him easily, pinning your (not yours, but you know, that was your prey at one point) girl against the back wall of the bar. “He always goes after your target. He wants you to notice something.”

You watched a YouTube video once about making your own bow and arrow. It didn’t seem that difficult, all things considered. Sharpening a long stick with a knife and–

“Stop thinking about murder.”

You jerked your head back to Taehyung and his honey-brown curls framing his amused expression. You glared in response.

“I’ve never interacted with him a day in my life,” you frowned, abandoning your homicidal tendencies for the moment. “What does he want me to notice?”

Taehyung gave you a pained look. You returned with a black stare. Then he sighed and shook his head.

“He’s a fuckboy. You’re the female equivalent of a fuckboy. What do you think he wants?”

“My body count?”

Taehyung slapped his own face, muttering under his breath. “… be part of your body count.”

“Sorry, what?” You raised your voice over the bass. “Can’t hear you over the music.”

He raised his head. “I don’t know. Fight him. See what happens.”

“I’m not gonna win a fistfight.”

Taehyung looked ready to fistfight you.

You stood up, dragging him by the arm. “Come on, wingman. I need another drink. I’ll buy, since you got me the last one.”

Taehyung laughed, loud and full, yanking his arm out of your grip and clapping a hand around your shoulders, pulling you to him so your body knocked into him. You grimaced, now forced to walk side by side with him, not seeing the looks shared between the patrons witnessing you two together.

“Now we’re talking. I wanna get trashed.”

“Cure for a broken heart, am I right?”

“Mine’s shattered,” Taehyung chuckled, rubbing the left side of his chest playfully, but you couldn’t help but notice the hurt in his eyes. It was his idea to go out tonight and assist you with getting laid but, one, you didn’t need assistance and, two, he had recently broken up. It was pretty obvious he just wanted you to buy him drinks and have an excuse to do something.

Which was fine with you, until Jeon Jungkook showed up holding your previous eye candy.

Hmph.

Whatever, you had a Taehyung to nurse back to health with an obscene amount of alcohol.

Two hours later, you were standing in the men’s bathroom, holding Taehyung’s beret with one hand and his hair in the other as he vomited loudly into the toilet.

“Sup.”

The guy looked in the stall and then looked at you.

“You’re not supposed to be here…”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna hold his hair?”

The guy slunk away at your dismissive tone.

Taehyung tapped your thigh and you patted him on the head soothingly. He flushed and coughed.

"S... sorry," he croaked wetly.

You chuckled. "Wash your mouth, ya nasty."

He got up and you straightened his clothes in an almost maternal fashion.

"Need water, I think..." he winced, stumbling past you to the counter. You followed him to make sure he didn't hurl in the fucking sink.

"I'll be right back. Don't do anything crazy."

"Heh, that’s you," he slurred as he put his hands under the tap to wash up.

You plopped his beret on your head and sauntered out of the men's bathroom, unbothered by the stares and the people trying to catch your eye. It took you no time at all to waltz to the counter and obtain the water, striding back to the men's bathroom with the tall glass.

Only to run into you-know-who.

The girl sputtered your name in surprise as if she hadn't met you in this very bar a couple of weeks ago.

You completely ignored her existence, narrowing your eyes at the smirking face of Jeon Jungkook.

There was no denying his attractiveness. His purple hair was a little messy now, curling around his high cheekbones and large brown eyes. The dim light of the bar cast strange shadows over his chiseled jaw and shapely lips, curved into a devilish grin. He had a mole and red lipstick residue underneath his lower lip.

You had a strong urge to douse him and his leather jacket with your giant glass of water.

Taehyung was the one who found out Jungkook's name for you. You sent him on the mission after the first time this little shit started meddling in your business.

At this moment, you remembered that.

You pointedly looked away, walking past Jungkook, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose, annoyed that he seemed pretty strong under that jacket, muscular and lean. Whatever. You had a large bear cub named Kim Taehyung to take care of. You didn't have time to waste on Jeon Jungkook.

"Hey."

You stiffened at the deep, silvery voice. Of course. He had to have a sexy voice too. Bitch.

"You should apologize."

Your eyes flickered to the glass of water. It was pretty cold in your hand. You raised your chin back up, facing towards the bathrooms.

The choice was easy.

You continued waking and raised your free hand to flip Jeon Jungkook the bird, off to deliver the water to your best friend.

Some guy at the urinal screamed as you entered the men's bathroom but you completely ignored him, only focusing on Taehyung, who was gripping the corner of the sink, turning not to pass out, pallid face dripping and looking green.

"Drink this and I'll take you home."

"Ugh, thanks for the other day... sorry I wasn't the best wingman... I ended up making you exorcize my demons instead..."

You laughed, jabbing a toothpick in the steaming fried chicken. You and Kim Taehyung again, hanging out in the afternoon at the local chicken spot.

"It's cool. I know you needed it."

Taehyung frowned. "If you knew, why did you play along?"

You shrugged. "You would've done the same for me."

He smiled and popped a piece of crispy chicken in his mouth. "Yeah, if you ever had a serious relationship for once."

You glared. "This is a non-judgment zone. Shut up."

He chuckled. Then he leaned in and you grimaced, catching a whiff of his chicken breath. He was wearing a pinstriped shirt and neglected to button the first two because he was too hot to bother with some stupid buttons. You weren't going to say you could relate, but you were wearing a loose black sweater dress that was bordering on flashing your panties, so, maybe.

"I heard from a little birdie that you had a run-in with the bane of your existence."

You raised an eyebrow. "The tax man?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "No, the other one."

Now it was your turn to roll yours. "Oh, right. The Dark Lord."

Taehyung gave you a weird look. "Is that a movie reference or..."

"Harry Potter, ever heard of it?"

"You're such a nerd."

"That's not... anyway, so what?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "He spoke to you."

You narrowed your eyes. "Where do you get your information?"

He fidgeted. "Uh... a reliable source that chooses to remain anonymous."

Your eyes became slits. "Who."

Taehyung stick his tongue out at you. "The whole point of anonymous is you not knowing!"

"Who are you, fucking Rita Skeeter–"

"Stop with the weird references!"

"For fuck's sake," you hissed, causing a mother sitting at a table near yours to chastise you, covering their kid’s ears. You frowned, lowering your voice. "Alright so what? He opened his mouth; nothing original came out." You jabbed another piece of chicken.

"Well? Feel any tension? Sweet romance? Unbridled fury?" Taehyung piped, greatly interested in your two-second interaction with Jeon Jungkook.

You chewed, huffing. "I had a big kid to take care of. I didn't give a shit."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!" he shot back.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you’re more important to me than poking his pretty eyeballs out of his head, so I didn't even reply."

Taehyung paused, mid-chew. "Really?"

"Yes, I didn't say–"

"No, that I'm important to you."

Taehyung was doing that thing where his big brown eyes went all sparkly and sentimental. It was making you uncomfortable. Bad with feelings and all that. The only reason you tolerated it was because Taehyung had been like this ever since he was that dorky weird kid you defended from bullies in elementary school. A folding chair was involved and you might have watched too many WWE TLC (tables, ladders, chairs) matches as a kid, but hey, those bullies didn’t bother Taehyung ever again, did they?

You got sent to detention for the rest of the year and anger management counseling appointments, but Taehyung remained your friend throughout the whole ordeal and for years to come, tolerating your poor life choices so… worth?

You reached over and shut his open mouth. "Of course, you are, that's why I'm not calling you a disgusting pig for chewing with your mouth open."

"Oi, that's bullying!"

"You bully me all the time," you snorted and the same mom made a noise of distaste that you pretended not to hear. "Like now you keep bringing up the spawn of Satan."

"You're also the spawn of Satan, by the way."

"Yeah, and you're my guardian angel and he ain't got shit, so I’ve already won this war."

Taehyung laughed nervously.

"Er, yes... totally..."

Another day, another conquest.

Well, you had to find the prey first, but that wasn’t going to be hard.

“You’re a chronic asshole.”

“Thanks, Tae. You sure you don’t wanna come?”

He rolled his eyes at you as you shrugged on one of his black dress shirts. You checked the tag. Silk. Damn. Kim Taehyung was a fancy bitch. He leaned against the closet doorframe as you fitted your black leather corset-style belt at your waist to cinch it in. You often raided Taehyung’s closet and paired it with your accessories. Did he enjoy your fucking in his clothes? Probably not, but you always returned them cleaned in the proper way, so he couldn’t complain.

He did anyway.

“No, I don’t. Let me sulk.”

“Ah, yes, moody starving artist, I’ll let you be,” you snickered, slinging the waist bag over your shoulder, wearing it across your chest instead of your hips. You lightly punched him in the arm and he pretended to topple over exaggeratedly. “You going to paint today?”

He shrugged. “I think. Dunno what media I want to use.”

“Just use a bunch of different ones. Your mixed media stuff is amazing,” you replied, waltzing out of his bedroom, past his messy studio with a blank canvas balanced on a wooden easel in the center of absolute chaos of paints. You helped him organize them once, but Taehyung often was too in the zone to pay attention to neatness.

“When’s the exhibit? I want to drop by,” you commented, seeing the line of his works safely wrapped up, leaning against the wall.

“Um… next week, Thursday through Sunday,” Taehyung replied sheepishly, cheeks flaring red at the mention of his own art exhibit. He was humble even though he was talented. “I’ll text you the address. Don’t show up looking like a high-paid escort.”

You tucked your feet into your heels and raised an eyebrow.

Silk black men’s shirt worn as a dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves, bare legs out, toned calves standing out due to your sleek black high heels.

“Who, me? Never.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Text me if you need a ride.”

“You got it.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You tapped your nails on the bar, having already finished your peach mojito.

“Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

You needed to invest in a bow and arrow, like, yesterday.

Shoot right between his pretty eyeballs. Dude even pulled back his long, deep purple hair into a smooth ponytail with wispy strands framing his sculpted face. Was that damn eyeliner and mascara making his eyes look sharper, sexier? Fuck, he even knew how to make himself look even hotter.

Not as hot as you, of course.

“How does he always know where I’m at?” you muttered under your breath, turning away to look at the bartender and order another mojito. Watermelon. It seemed interesting. Fuck it, you were going to focus on drinking rather than the thorn in your side, Jeon Jungkook and his black dress shirt halfway buttoned and his tight-fitting black slacks with sleek oxfords. The bartender slid your glass in front of you, a gradient of pink to transparent with a little sprig of mint on top. It was a pretty drink.

You reached into your waist bag to pay, but the bartender stopped you.

“The gentleman over there paid for you. A gift.”

Oh? Maybe a potential for the night. You shifted your gaze to–

Oh.

“Tell him to fu–”

But the bartender was already off servicing other customers on this busy night.

Shit.

You know what? Fine. He put himself up as the target. He wanted to play this game.

And you never missed a bullseye.

You tilted your head to survey Jeon Jungkook out of the corner of your eye, making his way over to you, bringing your drink close to your lips. He stopped right next to you. The colorful lights of the club made rainbows dance across his lightly tanned skin and his dark lips, curled into a smug smirk.

“Hey.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

Drank.

Mmm, fuck, that was some deliciously smooth rum. The watermelon was a refreshing addition to the mint too. You probably weren’t meant to drink it all at once, but you were glaring at Jungkook who was pointedly watching your throat swallow and it was aggravating you more and more, the entire drink disappearing in record time, leaving nothing but ice and mint.

You smacked the glass down on this table with a hiss.

Jungkook purred your name with that deep, silvery voice of his. His eyes flickered down to your exposed collarbones and then back up to your face.

You clicked your tongue.

Then you turned away from him dismissively, walking past him, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose.

But instead of letting it happen, Jungkook shifted his weight and slid to block your path. You stopped, eyes darting up to narrow at that conceited little brat’s face. Now you could smell his cologne, fresh, sensual, a mix of pungent dragon fruit and black coffee.

Hold on.

You inhaled. Yup, no mistaking it.

That was your perfume.

Jungkook grinned as the realization hit you. How did he know what perfume you used?

“The fuck you want?” you growled.

He licked his lips slowly. He ticked his chin, taunting you.

“Finally got you to talk to me,” he purred, chuckling.

Alright, you were past causing actual bodily harm these days – jail being your primary reason – but that didn’t stop you from staring down Jeon Jungkook and his self-satisfied smirk with your signature tapering of your sharp stare.

You just stood there.

Menacingly.

He bit his lower lip, exposing that tiny mole underneath, shivering under your gaze. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, almost innocently, but there was no chance in hell that he was.

You quirked your head, lifting your chin defiantly. “Absolutely fuming,” you replied acidly.

He took a step towards you, closing the distance, so close you could feel his warmth, your breasts brushing against his chest. Now people were whispering around you two, sensing the tension between you and Jungkook. The similar outfits, the same violent energy, the same predatory aura.

As if the fox had confronted the wolf.

“What’s there to be mad about when we play the same game?” Jungkook drawled.

Cocky. The fox was so damn cocky.

“You’re just nibbling on my leftovers,” you countered, stepping forward so you pressed against him, burning body heat to burning body heat. “Which makes you the scavenger.”

Jungkook leaned down, dark brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Then why so angry?”

His lips ghosted over yours, breathing in your exhale.

“I’m just a pest, right? A mere annoyance in your eventual victory.”

His lashes lowered, arrogant smirk reaching his dark eyes.

“Play your ace. Let’s see if it works,” he purred in the deep, sexy octave of his.

Shut up.

A low snarl rumbled in your chest.

“Shut up, Jeon Jungkook.”

You gripped his belt and yanked him to your body, rolling your crotch into his, your lips colliding with that maddening smirk, alcohol, dragon fruit, black coffee, flint igniting the dry wood, devouring his lips hungrily, his hands sliding up your sides, and his smile.

Triumph.

Shit.

You couldn’t give two fucks about Jeon Jungkook and he was into it.

Like the impossible enigma, he couldn’t figure you out but he was drawn to you anyway. The whole world was your plaything, and you treated it as such. There was something exciting about you, the thrill too irresistible to avoid when you made your presence known. Always you and that teasing smile, never getting serious, making everyone hesitate to take it farther with you. Who could blame them with your borderline brash attitude and ease of moving from one to the next?

That and your friendship with Kim Taehyung, who was a whole damn tiger next to your wolfish nature.

At first, Jungkook was intrigued.

As time went on, he became frustrated and annoyed.

What gave you the right to ignore him?

You picked up guys far less attractive than he was, not that he was that vain but, seriously, he was right here! Waiting to be caught. He didn’t try to interfere at first. In fact, Jungkook wasn’t even the sleep-around-and-mess-with-feelings kind of guy. But the more he watched you, the more impressed he was, seeing the way you charmed your way into everyone’s hearts, the way you focused on them for that moment, making them feel like they were the most perfect creature on Earth before slinking to the next, leaving them with a pining heart and lost in fantasies of what-ifs.

And, yeah, you were hot.

What was Jungkook going to do?

He could do nothing.

Or he could befriend Kim Taehyung, get under your skin, and make you notice him.

Not a scheme, per se.

Kind of a scheme.

Alright, definitely a scheme.

In Jungkook’s defense, your best friend Taehyung was all for it. Taehyung was the one who came up with all the ideas, informed him of your location, and the names of the girls you were after.

“Give her a taste of her own medicine. She needs a reality check.”

The problem was, Jungkook didn’t really want to let you go now that you were in his arms.

“Silly pretty boy.”

You had his chin in your palm, pressing your thumb against Jungkook’s lower lip, opening his hungry mouth to tease him with your tongue, tracing his soft lips and thrusting in, his low moan filling your lungs. His hands on your waist tightened, pulling you closer even through you were already in his lap, murmurs and eyes on you, but neither your nor Jungkook cared, used to this by now.

You were, after all, making out in the club.

The chair scraped against the ground as Jungkook firmly placed your thighs on either side of his, thrusting upwards into your core, letting your feel his rapidly growing hardness with every one of your kisses. Your hair feathered his cheeks and shoulders as your free hand toyed with his ponytail, twirling it in your fingers, smirking into his lips with his gasp from you grinding back down on his crotch, rolling your hips into him.

“Thought I was the bane of your existence?” Jungkook taunted under you, squeezing your ass through the silk and meeting your movements, staring into your eyes with his. So dark, so smokey, so fucking sexy, almost like looking into a mirror, because you too wore similar makeup, maybe a little darker and a little more of a flick to your eyeliner. “Just going to kiss me to shut me up?”

You wouldn’t be surprised if the other clubgoers were eagerly watching now, waiting to see what was going to happen between you and him.

“I don’t need to be on your mouth to shut you up,” you mused, tugging his ponytail back and kissing down his neck, tongue tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling him shudder under your lips and teeth, lightly nipping at his skin. Tracing circles, gentle kisses, relishing in his gasps and his tightened grip on you, letting your breath linger for that extra second, that extra what-if, kissing back up his neck and onto his jawline, murmuring his name sweetly, tip of your tongue curling around his earrings and bouncing them, sighing softly in his ear.

“Can’t claim my leftovers when my leftovers are you, now can you, naughty boy?” you chuckled darkly, pressing your breasts on his hot chest and your clothed pussy on the tip of his stiff length, rutting against it, making him hiss your name.

“I have no intention of being leftovers,” he growled into your ear.

Your eyes flew open as his lips transfixed to the space under your ear, sucking hard, forcing you to squeeze your thighs at the attack on your erogenous zone, sparks of arousal flinching through you, soaking your panties. You gasped, hips bucking into his needily, barely processing his words, his tongue flicking against your throbbing skin, lips and teeth, and then his mouth was moving, traveling up your earlobe, nipping at the curve, your eyelids fluttering, clutching his purple ponytail tightly.

How did he know? Did he ask your previous conquests to spill the information? There was no time to think, his hands traveling up your back, clenching fistfuls of your shirt and digging his nails into your back, your body responding and squirming against him, the quiet whine of his name escaping your lips and drifting right into his ear.

“J… Jungkook…”

He groaned, turning your head forcefully, him kissing you this time, just as ravenous, just as powerful, basically simulating sex in the middle of the fucking club with the way your hips were twisting into his and he was thrusting back against you, breathless, whispering in your mouth so only you could hear his words resonate in your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, you turn me on so fucking easily, I just have to have you,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours, capturing your lips again and again. “There’s no way you’re any good for me, but I don’t care, fuck.”

You snickered, eye to eye, trapped in those expanding pupils and his heavy pants. “They say the same about you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You felt him smirk. “Nah, not me. No one calls me the spawn of Satan.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I do.”

Jungkook’s tongue licked your lips, making your shiver in delight. “That was special treatment. Just for you.”

Hold on a second.

Through your hazy buzzed brain, you began to piece the puzzle together. With each part falling into place, the amusement in Jungkook’s eyes grew and grew, seeing you fill in the missing blanks. Your eyes widened and you curled a finger around his ponytail, yanking roughly to pull his grinning face away from yours. You jerked back, but his strong hands held you in place.

Wispy strands of violet framing that devious expression.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, venomous.

Jungkook had the audacity to cock an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

You were going to kill Taehyung. That little shit! Taehyung was no idiot, so he must have planned this somehow. He always telling you to get serious and stop messing around. That’s why Jungkook always knew who you were dating, where you were, and what you were wearing! Did Taehyung recruit Jeon Jungkook to trick you? Fuck! He was dead meat, scheming against you like this!

Jungkook brought you out of your homicidal tendencies with a soft drawl of your name.

“For the record, he was helping me out,” he murmured, pulling you to him, pressing your chest to his. You narrowed your eyes, his hard cock still throbbing against your panties. “I want you.”

He lowered his face, breathing hard.

“Not just like this.”

Your eyes widened.

“I said I’m not going to be leftovers.” Looking deep into your eyes, holding you tightly. “I’m not going to let you throw me away like the rest.” Every inhale making your body rise into his touch, his deep, silvery voice saturated with lust and determination. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me as much as I am in love with you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but…

Jungkook gave you this look.

The look of ‘you-know-you’ve-already-lost’.

You could sit here and pretend, but you were also grinding back onto his dick right out here in the open, clutching his purple hair and his pretty face. His hard body was tucked snugly in your thighs. That smug little smirk. Shit, shit, shit.

Jeon Jungkook got you and he got you good.

He knew it too, his hands sliding down and grabbing your ass again, rolling his hips into yours.

“Come on. Let’s fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Jungkook threw his head back onto his pillows, exposing his straining throat, veins popping out, clutching your hips strongly to rut back against you as you smacked your crotch down onto him, riding him hard and fast, your hands next to his head, his long purple hair a mess even if it was still in the ponytail, sweat glistening on his forehead, moaning loudly with your walls closing in on his hardness. You were too busy fucking the daylights out of him to say anything, but Jungkook had plenty to say, hazy eyes opening and gasping as he viewed your body hovering over him, naked with his hickeys on your neck and breasts, strong thighs flexed on either side of him, his rock-hard cock repeatedly disappearing into your tight, wet hole.

“Fuck, I knew it, I knew you would be so fucking good and so fucking sexy,” he whined, nails digging into your hips and adding more force to your thrusts.

Your clothes and his clothes were all over his bedroom floor.

Your phone was on his nightstand.

Tonight, you sent one text to Kim Taehyung.

I’m gonna buy a bow and arrow and shoot you in the ass.

You screen flashed, indicating Taehyung had replied. One quick flick of your eyes and you smirked.

Oh shit.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, making your return your attention to him.

“Focus on me,” he begged, blown-out pupils. “Only me, please.”

“So needy,” you teased, licking your lips slowly. He groaned under you, mouth opening, his pretty pink tongue lolling out, desperate to be sucked. “If you think you can keep me, you’ll have to last longer than this, Jungkook.”

He swallowed hard at the way you said his name, a mixture of warning and desire.

“P-Please… it’s too good, I-I can’t…”

You redoubled your efforts, roughly slapping your hips into his, enjoying the loud sound and the way your core tightened, constricting him inside you, telling him he couldn’t cum until you did and deliberately holding yourself back, shifting your attention when you felt it rise, denying him over and over, until he was like this, whole body shaking, grasping your ass, sweat on his chest. His right arm, covered in tattoos, looking extra delicious in the moonlight, so fucking perfect with his forearms flexed with tension. You purposefully stared into his brown eyes overtaken with lust, his lips trembling from denying himself his own orgasm.

Jungkook whimpered your name.

On the verge of breaking, helpless at your command.

A sharp throb inside you, wildly turned on by his duality.

You smirked.

“Jungkook.”

You inhaled deeply, sighing in satisfaction with the wave of pleasure, intense shivering pulses running up and down his length, sinking down so he could feel it all, the tight and rough massage of your orgasm taking over, low moan of his name emitting from your throat, and Jungkook followed suit, louder and lewder, eyes rolling back as he shot into the condom with jerking hips, burying the twitching head deep inside you, swelling the latex with thick cum, rocking you back and forth on his length, your juices dripping down and coating the inside of your joined thighs.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck, so good, s-so fucking good…”

You know what, he was right.

It was so fucking good.

You savored it, the ecstasy that seemed endless and overwhelming, squeezing Jungkook between your thighs and moaning, just something about it, so satisfying and gratifying listening to his wheezing gasps and content whimpers, lowering yourself to his face, and he raised his, your hands sliding under his head, giving him what he wanted, light, maddening, carnal kisses, his cheeks, his chin, his quivering lips, whining your name, pleading with you to play with him more, more, tugging on his ponytail and his hands stroking your breasts, rolling your hard nipples between his index and thumb fingers, shaking at your hissing inhale.

“Hey,” you murmured, clenching him between your legs to get his attention.

Jungkook blinked at you, brown eyes unfocused, panting hard. “Y-Yeah?”

“You should apologize.”

The side of his swollen lips quirked upwards despite his fucked-out state. His deep voice was slightly hoarse. “What for? Tell me and I will.”

You raised an eyebrow. “For your scheming and using my own best friend against me.”

Jungkook smirked slyly.

“I’m sorry.”

He lifted you and made sure he had the condom before he pulled out, still semi-hard. You narrowed your eyes. He sure as hell didn’t sound sorry. Didn’t look sorry either, peeling the condom off and crawling over the bed to toss it in the trash before straightening.

“Sounding insincere there,” you remarked coolly, balancing your chin on the back of your knuckles, elbow on the bed, tapping the air impatiently.

“I mean it,” he purred, reaching for the towel beside the bed and knocking the condoms from his nightstand to the sheets. His right hand wrapped around his glistening length, still covered in lube and his cum, toned hips thrusting into his closed fist, grinning with his lower lip between his teeth as you watched him.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Slowly jacking himself off as his eyes roamed over your curves, moaning lustfully, lingering on your legs, clutching the towel in his left hand so hard his knuckles were pale, forearms flexed, the slick head of his cock turning purple-red, emerging from between his closed fingers, throbbing as it was choked by his harsh grip.

“Let me make it up to you,” Jungkook shuddered, stroking faster, making wet squelching sounds, his muscular thighs bulging with effort.

Fuck, he was so damn attractive.

You kept an indifferent look on your face, raising your leg, your free hand sliding down, tracing the outside of your already wet opening. Those hungry dark brown orbs immediately fixated on it, moaning imploringly as you dipped your fingers in it, soft squishing noises as you spread open your soaked pussy, slipping a finger in your heat, gently thrusting.

He gasped your name, begging you.

It made you wetter, seeing his want. He knew it too, brutally fisting his cock, hips quivering.

“Stop.”

Jungkook whined despairingly, pulling his hand away, his stiff cock bouncing from the swiftness of the movement, cutting off his own orgasm. He sucked in a shivering breath, tipping his hips up to you so his glossy, hard length twitched.

You shifted, laying back against his pillows, opening your legs.

Smirk on your lips.

“Mmm, fuck, yes, fuck me with that.”

Jungkook smirked back.

It took him no time at all to wipe his hand and crotch off, ripping open another condom and moaning as he rolled it down, the mere contact of the thin encasement stimulating his sensitive skin. He slid up to you, gripping your knees and spreading you even wider, pressing the tip against your drenched heat.

He whispered your name, like sweet smoke.

“Hm?”

Jungkook leaned down, kissing you deeply as he sank into you, drinking in your gasp at the fullness.

“I’m going to make you feel so, so good,” he mumbled into your lips, pecking you softly.

He was about to retreat but your hands snapped up, tangling into his messy violet waves, clutching his ponytail. Jungkook blinked at you, questioning.

“Not too far away,” you said with a playful smile. “I wanna see that handsome face of yours.”

He bit his lower lip, tiny mole and wicked grin revealing themselves.

“Okay.”

He lifted his hips and plunged fully into you, the connection of your hips making a loud, wet smack.

“Fuck, Jungkook…!”

And you could tell from his elated expression and his furious pace that he was ecstatic at your response, chasing it, chasing you, moaning as you caught him between your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, gaining some leverage and meeting his thrusts, fingers tightening in his soft hair, fuck, so beautiful, the way the pleasure overtook his handsome features, his hazy dark brown orbs shrouded in lust, his pink lip trembling in his teeth, sharp jaw set, but still maintaining a little bit of that cunning exterior that ensnared you in the first place, unknowingly at the time, the side of his lips ticking up, this cheeky bastard.

Jungkook saw the way you looked at him.

He adjusted the position, hitting deeper, swelling inside you, and, fuck, you couldn’t help it, you smirked too because he was so, so full of himself and so were you, insufferable, troublesome, competitive even now, the obscene smack of his crotch hitting your hips, wet and noisy, the squish of your juices smearing against his inner thighs as you wildly matched his rapid, bruising rhythm, your moans blending together, sweet hot harmony, his bedframe ramming against the wall, and, as usual, neither of you caring, far to occupied with yourselves, pleasure snaking between you, up your spine and into your head, mixing with the light buzz of alcohol, a different kind of euphoria from every other one-night stand, because this was Jeon Jungkook and he wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.

His lower lip popped out of his teeth and he gasped your name.

Longingly, breathlessly.

Was he thinking the same thing?

You lifted yourself a little, your hands molded to his head, whispering intensely against his shaking lips.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook. We have all night and the morning.”

Fuck, he had a brilliant smile.

It was actually doomed for you, but you weren’t mad about it.

Eye contact, and he didn’t waver, thrusting deep into you, low moan pulled from his chest, jolting shudders sliding down his shoulders and then in between you and him, his cock twitching and spilling into the condom again, roughly clamped by your tightness, and you were already there, falling over the edge with a soft cry, straining your neck and pushing his head down to you to collide your lips with his, greedy for his kiss, his taste, his whimpers at your forcefulness.

“Jungkook, ah…”

He said your name in the same tone, delicate and possessive, a bullseye right to the heart.

“On one hand, I’m glad you’re finally serious about someone.”

You paid absolutely no attention to the annoyed baritone voice of your best friend.

“On the other hand,” Kim Taehyung gritted out, smacking you in the shoulder blades as you crawled into Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kisses intensifying, a needy whine in his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist. “Really feeling like a third wheel, you two! Stop making out for one goddamn second!”

He threw up his hands as both of you pretended to be deaf.

interlude respect drabble — "how much did you see?" popcorn drabble — "who are they?"

part ii threesome, ft kth — got it bad

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my detectives (part 2)

celebrating the end of this semester w infodump part 2 ft luna! (part 1)

Luna [redacted] Kingston

Romances A or M

Age: 27

Birthday: September 12

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 5'3"

Hair: black, wavy and shoulder length w choppy front bangs

Eyes: dark blue

Other appearance details: eyesight is bad enough that she usually wears glasses but she can still mostly see w/out them. long scar on neck from the murphy attack. old scars on knees and elbows (the Klutz special).

Languages: Conversational fluency in lots of them!

Stats:

Charming/Intimidating

Impulsive/Cautious

Sarcastic/Genuine

Friendly/Stoic

Easygoing/Stubborn

Heart/Mind

Optimist/Pessimist

Team player/Independent

Primary skills: Deduction & people

Strengths: Outgoing, kind, trusting, creative thinker, jack of all trades, open-minded, thoughtful, devoted, loyal, strong-willed

Weaknesses: Guilty, flighty, overactive imagination, clumsy, low self-esteem, unfocused, nervous, dishonest, impetuous, irrational at times

Personal:

her middle name is currently [redacted] bc im pretty sure rook's sister is Evil and for the Drama im gonna make luna's middle name the aunt's first name ;) if it turns out the aunt isnt a villain then.... idk maybe she still will be in my heart <3

she's worn glasses since she was 12, but her vision is. Technically good enough that she can mostly get by without them, leading to her always putting them on top of her head and subsequently losing them

in my heart she's an investigative journalist who moved back to wayhaven after sm things went down at her old job that made her want to find out what really happened to rook and reconnect w rebecca, but then got caught up in the murder plot with UB starting book 1, but in the vein of canon, she joined the force to follow in rook's footsteps etc.

she was kind of a weird kid, always daydreaming and making up her own very in-depth games and stories in the corner- she was pretty shy! sometimes she wld write them down and that's what first got her interested in writing

the car is named Tracy and she is a LADY who is doing her best!!!! at this point tracy is a cherished friend, jokes about her being bad will Not be well received >:(

she's very much in her head all the time, smtimes her sentences sort of meander and just go off on tangents and then kind of drift off at the ends

rebecca sent her to boarding school for a while following an Event in luna's childhood that made rebecca feel like wayhaven wasn't safe for the time being, she had lots of fun but that's kind of the time when luna started to worry she'd done smth wrong and that's why rebecca didn't want her around, since she'd kind of blocked out the Incident

many nervous habits! including but not limited to: cleaning her glasses, braiding small strands of her hair, jostling her leg, cracking her knuckles

she is actually v smart! in a book sense at least :0 she's clever and good at solving puzzles, and she remembers a lot of rlly obscure info abt lots of things- look into her eyes and you can basically hear the mii music playing, but she is intelligent!

she loves animals :') walking anywhere with her takes Ages bc she wants to stop and look at birds and if there's a worm on the sidewalk everything comes to a Halt while a rescue operation is performed

rocks!!!!! she's a huge geology nerd and she Loves them sm, fun crystals and pebbles alike :) she collects them all and if you picked one up and asked her abt it she wld know exactly when and where she got it

she hates seasonal music!!!! halloween songs and Especially christmas songs!! she cant explain why but it drives her up. the. wall. during the last few months of the year she's like that gif from community of the woman hitting the guy with a candy cane like "its December 10th!!!" its the one thing about the holidays she doesn't like

lots of her favorite books are from the golden age of detective fiction! she also reads a lot of poetry and history books, and loves nonfiction :D she's a sucker for any book with really in depth worldbuilding and/or a map on the front inside cover- she DID read the entire silmarillion AND enjoy it! she loves animated and stop-motion movies, laika is her Favorite studio and she owns every studio ghibli movie

she loves any food or drink where the main ingredient is sugar <3 catch her eating lucky charms dry straight from the box! she'll only drink coffee if it has like. vanilla or sm other sweet flavoring added to it along with 12 packs of sugar

her sleep schedule.... oh no! she had insomnia even before murphy, and now with the nightmares, it's even worse :( it's ok though! she uses the nighttime to work on art or baking or writing etc.

she listens to lots of indie/folk music- the oh hellos are one of her favorite bands! also she's a big fan of fun pop music- carly rae jepsen, bleachers, hayley kiyoko, HAIM, etc. also smdfnsj she Does listen to lofi music

she's loved chess since she was a kid and often plays against herself or another opponent- she also usually has a puzzle she's working on, and really likes crossword puzzles/sudoku games!

background noise is a Friend <3 it rlly helps her focus!

she loves her potted plants a lot! she has very detailed instructions on how to take care of them and she does talk/sing to them to help them grow

her house Looks minimalist? she values the aesthetic but she cannot commit- open any drawer in her house and you'll find like 7000 receipts she hasn't thrown out yet

she is Sweet but! untapped Rage is there... she has a tendency to bottle things up until one tiny thing makes her Go Off with all the stress and anger she's been holding back :( she Will cry and yell and then be completely horrified and spend the next 3-4 weeks apologizing profusely

she feels bad about. Everything :( she blames herself a lot,, it's easier to tell herself that things are going wrong bc it's her Fault and she did smth wrong rather than accept that it's out of her control

on that subject things with rebecca are Awkward!! they kind of drifted apart and luna feels like she shld have tried harder to keep in touch

her primary love language... probably words of affirmation or physical affection! she's very open w her affections and telling/showing people she loves them (to the extent they're comfortable with it! she prefers to let whoever she's with dictate the pace of the relationship)

if you see her Sleeping on the floor.... just leave her be,, she's sleepy

she is. weirdly lucky at small things and games of chance? catch her being dealt a full house right out of the gate during card games or finding quarters on the street all the time! she wins carnival games like nobody's business <3

absently she knows all the Lucky things to wish on! shooting stars, ladybugs, eyelashes, pennies, 11:11, etc :)

she dresses like. a very specific kind of influencer lowkey, w the oversized t-shirts and jeans ksdfm, the Sweaters/coats, etc.

hot weather does Not spark joy- she owns like 700 fans and loves getting to wear all her cute winter clothes :)

she's not allowed to watch cooking/baking shows unsupervised anymore, following the Incident where she watched one and then spent the entire night building a Giant gingerbread mansion spreading across the floor of her apartment

she deflects. a Lot! not even intentionally really but it just Happens :/ she's naturally a pretty open person but smtimes she just naturally is Not Talking abt it and tries to play things off, especially personal things abt her feelings/reactions to things <3

she is Nervous,, her base level of stress is. kind of up there! surprises Do Not work bc she will just Shriek and drop what she's holding sndfsjn.... it was like that even before murphy but. you know. it's more pronounced now :/

in her heart she is like. a human golden retriever! she's excited!! she wants to be friends!! she's roaming around,, take her for a walk and maybe she will find a cool stick to carry!!

she walks with a little bit of a skip in her step! on her toes a bit so nobody can tell she is Short... (it doesnt work)

#clown girl has entered the arena #my softest oc BY far jsvskssb she is wholesome but also <3 a lil bit of a fool #twc

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themculibrary · 3 years

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Pepper Potts & Irondad Masterlist

Amputated (ao3) - hailingstars Rating: General

Summary: Tony had brought a lot of surprises into Pepper’s life and into their relationship. Some surprises she didn’t mind, most she hated, but none of them broke her heart the way Peter Parker did.

built from scraps (ao3) - peterstank Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: “Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”

Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.

Peter hesitates.

Then he takes it.

or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.

(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

Coming Home (ao3) - inkinmyheartandonthepage Rating: General

Summary: AU – Peter Stark was kidnapped when he was just three years old. Tony and Pepper never stopped looking for their boy. Years later, Peter finds his way back home.

Head Above Water (ao3) - sahiya Rating: General

Summary: “FRIDAY has all the emergency numbers,” Pepper said, “including Morgan’s pediatrician. There’s food in the fridge––soup for Tony and Morgan, lasagna and mac and cheese for you. Make sure Morgan is drinking her Pedialyte, and see if you can get her to sleep in her own bed tonight. And don’t let Tony go on a fever-driven work binge.”

“Got it,” Peter said, nodding. “FRIDAY, fridge, Pedialyte, no work binge.”

hydra's not a home (ao3) - tempestaurora Rating: Teen And Up

I told you I had issues (ao3) - Bergen Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and right now, a little exasperated. Because some guy is swinging around New York, shooting webs and making trouble, Fury is breathing down his neck, and his latest intern took off with his coupon for a free coffee.

Thank god for Pepper Potts. -- ...or, a Spider-Man AU where a set of bad circumstances begin to push Peter Parker down a wrong path, and where Tony is probably not the best person to deal with it, but he does anyway.

It's love, this time it's love, my foolish heart (ao3) - FriendLey Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: AU where Pepper works at an art gallery and Tony keeps buying ugly paintings off of her.

Metamorphosis (ao3) - art_deco_deity Rating: General

Summary: How Peter Parker changed Tony Stark; seen through the eyes of one Pepper Potts.

My Dad is My Hero (ao3) - velarisstars Rating: General

Summary: It's dress up as your hero day at school. So who does Peter choose to dress up as? His dad, of course!

Ft. Toddler Peter and cute pepperony moments

Perfectly parental (ao3) - Bergen Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Snippets from the daily life of Peter trying to settle into his new life with his family of Avengers, and Tony trying to get used to being 'perfectly parental'.

Peter's Present (ao3) - FictionalWorldsAreExquisite Rating: General

Summary: Peter's out shopping with Pepper for his Dad's birthday present for the first time. He's never gotten his Dad a present before and he's very excited when he finds the perfect one! Pepper isn't so sure at first, but Peter is absolutely certain that he's found the perfect gift.

Publicity Parent (ao3) - Bowtiez Rating: General

Summary: Tony's losing his credit with the public. Pepper's got a plan to fix it.

Enter Peter Parker, eight-year-old orphan from Queens, New York.

Tony has no idea how children work, so why is he so drawn to little Peter Parker?

The Guardian (ao3) - Emily_F6 Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Guardian: a person who guards, protects, or preserves.

When a terrible accident claims the life of May Parker, Tony Stark steps up as Peter's guaridan. But it's not just a traumatized super-teen he'll have to worry about when he recieves a transmission from Thor.

Welcome to the Family (ao3) - FriendLey Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Peter Parker spends time with Tony's family. Happy is annoyed, Rhodey is amused, Pepper gets an assistant, and Tony feels betrayed.

You know what, scratch heating blankets (ao3) - Lequia Rating: General

Summary: In which Peter Parker does something even he considers to be stupid, Tony Stark turns into a giant pillow, and Pepper Potts is, well, Pepper.

you're just trying to do your best for a kid who's lost control (ao3) - tempestaurora Rating: Teen And Up

Summary: Peter Stark was a prodigy child, following in his father's footsteps. First circuit board at four, engine at six, the future of Stark Industries. Then, the worst thing imaginable happens.

PETER STARK MISSING

Ten years later, a new HYDRA experiment shows up on the scene; in black spandex, with the voice of a kid and abilities to rival Captain America, the Black Spider tugs at Tony's heartstrings in a way he can't fathom.

#themculibrary #pepper potts #tony stark #peter parker #irondad #pepperony #ironmom #ironmom masterlist #masterlists

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johannesviii · 4 years

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Top 10 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2009

20 to 21 years old. And so the 2000s end, not with a whimper, but with an explosion of upbeat, great pop songs.

Only one third of these lists left to make!

Disclaimers:

Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.

Of course there will be stuff in French. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.

My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.

I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.

First to second and final year of my Master degree in Contemporary History. Also got two summer jobs that year. I was basically only researching and writing my master thesis at this point and trying to survive on a 50€ per month budget to pay for transport, clothes, driving lessons, and food apart from one meal a day. Needless to say, some corners had to be cut and my health wasn’t the best. I was also trying to register to pass some concours d’Etat to be a government worker considering there was 0% chance I’d be able to find a job otherwise with my qualifications and my mother had been trying to find an excuse to throw me out for more than four years at this point. Basically I was broke, stressed out and in panic mode.

Thank god, the music was mostly energetic and upbeat on the radio. I can’t imagine what my mood would have been like if the charts had been as horribly depressed as in 2018 or 2019.

This was also the year when my favorite music reviewer ever, Todd In The Shadows, started to make his first videos, so you might think his lists are going to influence mine, but as it turns out we have very, very different tastes for the most part (I mean come on, the guy hates Depeche Mode), so... not so much. But he helped me discover a lot of songs I would have ignored otherwise, so yeah, godspeed, Todd.

It should be mentioned that the two songs that I wanted to put at the top of this list before looking at the actual year-end lists turned out to be non-elligible and that is extremely frustrating. Obviously, as I mentioned in the previous post, there’s Life In Technicolor II by Coldplay, which has an incredibly fitting name since it’s one of their most colorful songs ever. But I’m not even sure I would have put it at #1 since this was the year of Mika’s second album, and oh my god, We Are Golden was FANTASTIC. It’s my absolute favorite song from the guy, the music video is incredibly fun, and I listened to that shit on a loop as soon as it dropped.

I usually don’t put such large links for non-elligible songs but the fact this isn’t elligible is nothing short of criminal. Check it out if you’ve never heard it.

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As for albums from bands I liked... eh. Lacuna Coil dropped Shallow Life, which was not as good as KarmaCode, Pet Shop Boys dropped Yes which wasn’t nearly as good as Fundamental, Depeche Mode dropped Sounds of the Universe which was DEFINITELY not as good as Playing the Angel (I liked Wrong, though. But it’s not elligible), Eminem released Relapse which was joyless and pretty bad and he was kinda dead to me at that point (even if it wasn’t as terrible as Encore AND he had that song with Drake that was very good), Placebo released Battle for the Sun which was pretty great but still not as good as their previous two albums, Paradise Lost had Faith Divides Us Faith Unites Us and basically same thing there, and Indochine had La République des Météors which is imho their worst record in the past twenty years, by far.

Long story short, every single one of the bands and artists I loved who released an album that year let me down (except Placebo, maybe).

And then VNV Nation released Of Faith, Power And Glory, I listened to it, and suddenly I had a new favorite band, and everything was good and beautiful in the world again. Album of the year for me, hands down.

With that out of the way, a few honorable mentio-HOLY SHIT HOW MANY OF THESE ARE THERE, WTF

Replay (Iyaz) - A perfectly good and innocent little earworm.

Run This Town (Rihanna) - I don’t like the original very much (Kanye’s verse is atrocious) but I've had a mashup of it with Bach’s Tocatta & Fugue in D minor (yes you read that right) on my mp3 player for years now, so this has to count. The mashup is called Run This Town In D Minor. It’s one of my favorite mashups ever. I even made fanart of it once! Look it up if you can, the original video has apparently disappeared.

Circus (Britney Spears) - You know it’s a good year for pop when even Britney Spears makes music I like.

Magnificent (U2) - Wait, even U2 was making decent music? I had zero use for them since at that point Linkin Park had more or less taken over their ecological-musical niche of “mainstream epic-sounding pop-rock music with tortured vocals and Emotions(tm)” but that one was still kinda nice.

Même Pas Fatigué (Magic System & Khaled) - I’ve said that before and I’ll say it again but they always bring a smile to my face and I don’t get why it’s ‘cool’ to hate their songs in my country. Yeah, they often sound the same, but I’d listen to ten similar-sounding Magic System songs in a heartbeat whereas you’d have to pay me to listen to ten similar-sounding Nickelback songs.

Day n Nite (Kid Cudi) - This had a tendency to get stuck in my head, but not at all in an unpleasant way.

21 Guns (Green Day) - Much better than I remembered.

When Love Takes Over (David Guetta), Stereo Love (Edward Maya ft Vika Jigulina), Evacuate the Dancefloor (Cascada) - That year was full of catchy, stupid, energetic songs, wasn’t it?

Greenlight (John Legend) - If I had better taste, this would be on the list. Alas, you’re reading the top 10s of someone who once put Blue (Eiffel 65) in a #1 spot, so yeah.

In Your Hands (Charlie Winston) - Same thing, basically.

Like a Hobo (Charlie Winston) - “Like a hobo from a broken home, nothing’s gonna stop me”, said this very useful song. Now is a good time to remind you that my nickname at the public university was The Hobo. So yeah. I liked this song a lot and I still do.

Forever (Drake) - Drake and Eminem are both amazing on this track. Unfortunately there’s also Kanye West and Lil Wayne on it. But. Like. “I'm Hannibal Lecter so just in case you're thinking of saving face / You ain't gonna have no face to save”. Dude. Duuuuuude.

You Found Me & Never Say Never (The Fray) - Did I mention I really, really liked this band. I think I did. Several times.

Paparazzi & Love Game (Lady Gaga) - Would both have had a chance to land on the list without the incredible amount of great, catchy tunes that year had to offer.

C’est Dans l’Air (Mylène Farmer) - Mylène Farmer had THREE singles on the French year-end list and this is the ONLY one I like. Good electro, mediocre verses but a great chorus (and a weird and kind of hilarious music video). Basically a song saying we’re all going to die and she can only sing about it. It’s strange, it’s a bit dark in a fun way, but it’s sadly not enough to land on the list, and it was the last cut from it.

Phew. Making this list was like a Hunger Games of catchy, upbeat, stupid songs to find which one was the best. It’s not #1 but I’m still shocked I had to put it so high.

But first, the runner ups.

10 - Fire Burning (Sean Kingston)

US: #33 / FR: Not on the list

Yes, ALL these honorable mentions were kicked out to give the last spot on the list to this guy and a chorus that goes “somebody call 911, shawty fire burning on the dance floor, WOAH!”.

The fact that I don’t feel bad about it means this was the right pick for that spot.

9 - Rain (Mika)

US: Not on the list / FR: #22

Anybody else thinks Mika looks like the Fourth Doctor on this screenshot from the music video or is it just me?

Anyway. So yeah, as I said, We Are Golden would have topped this list if it had been elligible. Sadly, it isn’t, but Rain is. I don’t like it nearly as much as We Are Golden, but what can I say. It’s still Mika. I’ll take whatever I can.

8 - I Gotta Feeling (Black Eyed Peas)

US: #4 / FR: #17

I lost about 80% of the respect I had for this song the day I realised its untouchable, marvellous beat was very probably stolen from Take a Dive. I still love it though. Had a few actual parties in 2010 and early 2011 and this was garanteed to make everyone dance, even people like me who don’t know how to dance.

And then the dancefloor died instantly anytime anyone tried to put Boom Boom Pow on because it’s impossible to dance on that one. But that’s another story.

7 - Poker Face (Lady Gaga)

US: #2 / FR: #5

Needless to say this was absolutely everywhere and overplayed to death and beyond, and the fact I still wanted to listen to it and put it on my playlists really tells you how good I thought it was (and still is).

6 - Ça m’énerve (Helmut Fritz)

US: Not on the list / FR: #1 (...yes.)

This is a novelty song with a singer pretending to have a thick German accent, complaining about various things in France, like the fact he doesn’t fit the dress code for a club, that he wanted to buy a sweater with “Rock” written on it but it’s out of stock, that some girls can fit in a size 34 blue jean and not him, that there’s a queue of people trying to buy macarons at the Ladurée shop, and so on. And every time he concludes “that gets on my nerves”, said in a very flat tone. Here’s a translation.

It was overplayed as f█ck here. Think Despacito levels of overplay. But the beat is great and it’s still hysterical after having heard it about a hundred times that year.

Fun fact, while I was making this list and relistening to this song, my s.o said “haha that sounds great! What is it?” and I stared at him in disbelief. Somehow, he was completely serious. That’s like someone escaping the Great Macarena Onslaught Of 1996. What happened. How.

5 - Waking Up In Vegas (Katy Perry)

US: #36 / FR: Not on the list

Again, I must remind you that my s.o is a Katy Perry fan and that I’ve heard this song even more than the average radio listener did at the time, and it’s STILL #5 on this list. What can I say. It’s a ton of fun and one of my favorite songs from her.

4 - New Divide (Linkin Park)

US: #61 / FR: Not on the list

Is this their best song? Not by a f█cking mile. I thought it would be much lower when I started to make this specific list, but what can I say. Linkin Park is like that one old friend that you kept no contact with for years, and once you meet them again, it’s like they never left. Who cares if that wasn’t nearly as good as Numb or In the End? Not me, that’s for sure.

Also, “In every loss in every lie / In every truth that you deny / And each regret and each goodbye / Was a mistake too great to hide / And your voice was all I heard / That I get what I deserve”. Holy shit, dude.

3 - Good Girls Go Bad (Cobra Starship)

US: #43 / FR: Not on the list

BEHOLD. THE ONLY SURVIVOR OF THE 2009 ‘CATCHY UPBEAT STUPID SONGS’ HUNGER GAMES. THE CATCHIEST, UPBEAT-IEST, STUPIDEST OF THEM ALL. HERE IT IS AT LAST.

The thing I love about this is that it’s a song made by nerds for nerds and that the singer looks and sounds completely non-threatening. As Todd said in his own list back in the day, “that guy couldn’t make good MILK go bad” and that’s what’s so endearing about the song, I think.

Also yes, this is, in fact, placed above Linkin Park.

2 - Use Somebody (Kings of Leon)

US: #14 / FR: Not on the list

This was my #1 at first. I LOVED it. I even bought the album, even though, as you know, my funds were very low that year. That music is soaring. It’s majestic. Well, the lyrics aren’t that majestic and soaring, it’s about loving someone and trying to catch their attention, but the rest? Damn this is intense. It was also elligible for the 2010 list, by the way, where I ALSO wondered if it should be #1, but in both cases, it wasn’t meant to be.

And so this list of 2009 hit songs comes to a close.

It began with the forging of the Great 2009 Upbeat Songs. Three were given to the Punk Rock hits. Seven to the Dance Tracks. And nine, nine songs were gifted to the Radio Friendly Pop Songs, which above all else desired power.

But they were all deceived, for another song was made. Deep in the forgotten land of Synth Pop, in his Parents’ Basement, the Dark Lord Adam Young forged a master song, and into this song he poured his joy, his talent and his will to dominate all charts.

One song to rule them all.

1 - Fireflies (Owl City)

US: #60 / FR: Not on the list (76 the next year)

I know. It’s a meme nowadays. But still. Have you any idea how satisfying a song with an initial beat that looks like small pulsing yellow and blue lights in the dark ACTUALLY titled “Fireflies” is? How gentle it all sounds and looks, even when the music soars? The number of drawings and paintings I made just based on the colors of THAT song? It’s like a synth pop version of one of my favorite Mike Oldfield tunes ever, Weightless.

And then, on top of all the rest, how relatable was that guy’s body language and general attitude?? Before even knowing he was on the spectrum I was like “oh BIG mood.”

Also following his twitter was one of the best decisions I ever made.

So yeah. I would have loved to put Coldplay or Mika in that #1 spot, but I’m not too mad about it thanks to this wonderful little song and its author. Such a shame Deer in the Headlights and Alligator Sky aren’t elligible for the 2011 list.

Next up: Johannes finally moves out and finds a great job and starts living a little, plus here’s a #1 that will be difficult to justify

#Johannes’ bad not good pretty terrible music lists #music #long post #eye contact tw

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thekittyscents · 4 years

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1st Post/Get to Know Me

So much to say where do I begin. This blog will probably be all over the place until I figure out what to do with it.

One thing I do know is that I will not be playing the follower police. I’m an adult that posts adult related topics regardless of the type of content it is.

What if minors follow you? Again I’m not their parent or guardian. If they are old enough to find my blog then they are old enough to ask questions to understand it. If they take it out of context well I guess they will learn what it’s like to live in the adult world.

I’m adult with child-like tendencies. I’m a LITTLISH. I love to wear my kitty ears every day, color, watch Disney+, and go to kid-friendly establishments. I’m a collector of Build-A-Bear’s and a subscriber to Little Passports. I even go as far as calling my husband Daddy. All my child-like tendencies are involuntary & are a part of my personality. Yes I do use the hashtags Age Regression, Little, & Little Space. Don’t like it? BLOCK ME.

Daddy & I live in a 21 ft RV & have a 9ft Smart car. We have been traveling for over 2 years now and have visited 10 states together. We have had the pleasure to Tour Our Daydreams & now so will you. Here I’ll show all the fun places we have visited including but not limited to RV parks, the Hoover Dam, Knott’s Berry Farm, the Jelly Belly factory, & 32 different Build-A-Bear Workshop locations.

I’ve been diagnosed with multiple mental illnesses, including Borderline Personality Disorder, that inhibit my daily life activities including everything from waking up in the morning & getting dressed to interacting with the outside world. Which is why I have a service dog. If you follow me long enough you’ll learn more about him later & the many places we have visited together. To help improve my self-image, I'd like to be a little more body-positive on this blog so I’d like to post an Outfit Of The Day picture.

The adult in me will show you what it’s like to live in an RV full-time with my husband & service dog. I’ll provide educational posts about mental illness, mindfulness, & service dogs. However, this will be a place where I’ll vent. Just know most of this will be done with my black & white thinking so come back later to get the full story.

I’d like this to be a place where I can share my experiences living with mental illness & how it has effected me & those around me. I don’t do trigger warnings unless they are for myself. So with that being said:

TLDR: Welcome to my blog. This is where I’m going to share my life experiences living in an RV with my husband & service dog. Enjoy glimpses of my life with child-like tendencies due to my multiple mental disorders when I call my husband Daddy & share my child-like activities. I’m a service dog, disability & mental illness advocate so enjoy a few educational posts mixed in. I am adult so enjoy me doing adult activities as well like traveling. Want to learn more? Follow along.

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airiustide · 5 years

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Until the Quiet Comes

Summary: Zutara. A single night tore them apart, filled with reflections and regrets. Zuko tries to move on, he really does. Then a chance to start over presents itself. Is this truly a chance to start fresh? Or will something more tell the outcome? PWP, because shame on me for going on a dry spell for so long.

Continuation of Day 24: Wedding

Warning: Smut ahead

AO3: here

"We forget that it's so easy to love when everything is good. Don't compare, 'cause every sea sees rain. While I'm here, just know I'll hold your hand." - RL Grimes ft. Julia Micheals and Miguel, Light Me UP

“Would you like utensils, sir?”

The question wasn’t heard the first time. People bustled in and out the facility, loud and rambunctious. It was only Zuko’s luck that his favorite restaurant was now overrun by numerous teenagers on their prom night.

Gold eyes swept over a group, obnoxious as the rest, walking in through the front door. Zuko quickly averted his eyes when they come across a girl with brown wavy hair and a white gown. He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck and nodded his head when the host repeated the question.

“Yeah.”

“For one, sir?”

“Yes.” Zuko hissed, snatching the bag from the host’s hand.

It was uncalled for, Zuko knows this. The host didn’t mean anything bad by it. Zuko had a bad habit of getting defensive off the bat, a sorry excuse on his part.

Somberly walking out of the restaurant, he makes a left, just a short trip home a block away. The city was surprisingly calm for a Saturday night. Streetlights reflected in the puddles on the sidewalk from that afternoon’s rain, the soft scent reminding him of one person in particular. Zuko shakes the thoughts from his head, begging his heart not to ache when blue eyes flash in his mind.

He takes his time with no rush in his step. What was waiting for him in his luxurious apartment was an empty space, filled with furniture he barely used and silence. Entering his apartment building, Zuko gives a single nod to the doorman before hopping in the elevator to the ninth floor and stepping out just in time to be greeted by a familiar and unwelcome face. Lifting his gaze from his feet, an immediate frown pulls Zuko’s lips; displeased with the figure casually sitting on the floor, leaning against his apartment door, reading a fashion magazine.

“Why are you here, Mai?”

“Is that anyway to greet me, Zuko?” Mai folds the magazine, standing on her feet. Black pumps click against the marble, amber eyes locked on Zuko.

“We broke up.”

Mai doesn’t respond to that, instead she brushed imaginary dust off Zuko’s leather jacket. She stops momentarily, clearing her throat, and gently tugged the collar. “You broke up with me. I didn’t agree to that, therefore, it’s not official.”

“Quit being delusional.” Zuko scowls, nudging her aside.

“You’re the one being delusional, waiting on some chick to show up at your door after canceling her wedding.”

“Don’t…”

“At least let me make you feel better.” Mai purrs close to his ear from behind, running pale fingers along the curve of his neck.

Lips pressed in a fine line, Zuko squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his hand around his take-out bag. He hates himself for this, for spiraling into temptation when he felt at his lowest, and with the one person he couldn’t stand to be around just as much as his family, no less. Mai liked to prod at his weaknesses. Inch by agonizing fucking inch, she’d plucked at it until he broke like a fragile string, and man, did he have the tendency to break.

He doesn’t feel any better in the morning. In fact, Zuko’s more irritated, more sickened with what he indulged in last night. The new light peeking into his bedroom felt surreal, like he was caught up in a faded dream. This body stirring next to him isn’t what he wanted; this isn’t who he wanted. And yet, every time, he fell into the same routine and he was just as much at fault for encouraging it.

Feeling lonely was worse than being alone.

Zuko wiped the sleep from his eyes, and sat up, shoving the blanket off his legs. “Mai?” He says groggily, shaking her awake. She only stirs, mumbling something harsh and tugs the blanket further around her naked chest.

Annoyed, Zuko jerked the blanket off her. She gasped, snapping her head over her shoulder at Zuko with narrowed eyes. “The fuck is your deal?!”

Zuko shook his head slowly. A migraine was starting to fester at the base of his skull. “Out.”

“Excuse me?” Mai snorts, as though she couldn’t believe what she just heard. Normally Zuko would be more affectionate. He would talk about getting back together until he eventually became distant, leading to a string of argument that resulted in Zuko and her breaking up only for them to get back together again like they did last night. It was a vicious cycle but one that Mai hoped would have diminished over time.

“Enough…” Zuko glared, “I can’t do this. Please, get out.”

Mai’s livid at this point, snatching her things off the floor and gathering them in her arms. “You’ll be calling me again, this same time next week.” She remarks before slamming the door, hard.

“Out!” He shouted but she was already gone.

Why was he so bad at doing things right? Even when he felt it was?

Just like that night when he kissed her. When he touched her. When she welcomed his embrace with both their hearts on the line.

From the dip of her waist to the brush of her lips, it ignited a fire his chest that burned with a desire he never came across before. It shook Zuko to his core- because, fuck, who kisses like that? Katara giggled, cupping his face and deepening the kiss. Hot breath met hot breath, whimpers and moans escaped eager lips. They moved like calm waves crashing against the shore; languid, powerful.

Zuko couldn’t help but follow her. Blue eyes lured him in like an enchantment and he was all but keen to concede to their command. Katara smiled, amused yet pleased by the burning lust darkening his gold eyes. In the moonlight they glowed, fixated on her every movement, her every touch, and it awakened an appetite he never harbored before; ravenous and unsatisfied.

“There something the matter?” She grinned, plucking at the buttons of his dress shirt one by one, unhurriedly, giving each and every one equal amount of attention as she admired every inch of his exposed pale chest. “I can always,” Katara started before dipping down to ghost her lips down Zuko’s sternum, trailing her tongue along the lines of his taut abs, “stop.”

“Yes…I mean…No. Fuck…” His mind was running a mile a minute and Katara made it hard to think straight. Not that that was his aim in this glorious, heated moment.

She hums approvingly, running her hands up his chest until they meet his shoulders. Zuko grows shaky, trying to concentrate on keeping them both steady on the top of his car while Katara straddled him, having ripped her wedding dress down the middle.

But that was the thing, this was her wedding day. One she canceled hours ago after catching his best friend cheating on her.

God, what Zuko wouldn’t give to watch her ride him in that beautifully torn dress of hers. It was undeniably hard enough not to grind his erection against her still clothed sex just to relieve the ache in his pants because only minutes ago she had loosened the bodice of her dress, tugging down the top to give him a view of her perfect breasts.

He would do it, he would easily give in if this wasn’t just about lust and her breaking it off with Jet. Katara meant more to him than that. Zuko grabs her arms before she reached for the zipper of his pants. Katara’s face contorted in confusion, slipping from his grasp and reaching for the zipper again.

“No, Katara.” He grasped her wrist. “I can’t…I’m sorry. This is wrong.”

Katara’s jaw drops, brows furrowed, and mouth gaped. “Excuse me? You can’t? Is there something wrong with me?”

“No. No! Of course not. Nothing is wrong with you. You’re perfect! It’s just…”

“Just what? Because last I checked, you didn’t protest when I asked you to touch me!” Katara hops of his lap with a huff, adjusting her dress, and gathered her messy hair into a ponytail. “I can’t believe this! I go two months, two fucking months, thinking if I put off sex, it would be amazing on my wedding night. Well, my fiancé couldn’t hold it in for that long and when you kissed me, I thought ‘hey, at least I’m still desirable’. But apparently not!”

Zuko stunned, tried to gather the words to explain but he’s still processing her reaction. Zuko got up and started to button his shirt. “Kat, please.”

“Take me home, Zuko.” She snapped, jumping in the passenger seat of his car.

The car was quiet the whole way, the awkward silence thickening the lump in Zuko’s throat. He wanted to apologize. Tell her he finds her so damn attractive, it tore him up inside to tell her to stop. But he didn’t and once they reached her apartment building, she slammed his car door shut without so much as a goodbye.

“Zuko?”

He recognizes that voice. It had to be impossible. Greeted by a smile and cerulean eyes, Zuko’s heart pounded rapidly. His memory didn’t do justice to the face that graced his presence. Katara was more beautiful than he remembered. Standing there in just a pair of active leggings and a light jacket, from what looks like a run, she moves her shopping cart aside to give him a hug.

Zuko’s cheeks colored, surprised to find her arms wrapped around his neck. A year of separation didn’t erase the familiarity. He still remembers the shape of her body and the scent of her hair.

Parting the hug, Katara asked, “How have you been?”

“Um,” Zuko grins goofily. “Good. I can’t say much has changed.” They really haven’t if you don’t count him severing his friendship with Jet when they got into a fist fight months after the wedding. Jet calling Zuko out on his feelings for Katara and Zuko knocking him out when Jet shouted that Katara was a no-good slut. That, he’ll keep to himself. “What about you?”

Katara shrugged, brushing back stray strands of hair from her face. “I’m…better.” She chuckled, nodding her head. “A lot better. I kicked Jet out of my apartment, if you hadn’t heard. I quit my job at the hospital and took a job as a nurse at a local elementary school. It was a big relief to take a step back and now things feel easier, you know?”

Zuko agreed, happy to hear she’s doing well. She seems well, like the weight of the world had fell off her shoulders and she could finally relax. That didn’t subside the awkwardness that settled between them, considering the fact that their last encounter ended bad terms.

“Look, Zuko, I know what happened last time-“

“No. None of that was your fault. You were having a tough time and I should’ve been there when you needed me-“

Katara hushed him, placing a finger on his lips. “Let me talk, Zuko. I was…vulnerable and it was unfair of me to expect you to sympathize with me. I used you. Not that I would’ve done that with just anybody.” It was her turn to blush. “Look, what I’m saying is, I like you, Zuko. You were trying to protect my feelings. You were considerate the whole time and I was being deflective. And if it’s not too weird, I wanted to ask if you’d like to have dinner with me. We can start off as friends if that makes you more comfortable.”

Zuko’s elated to hear this. He contained his burst of joy by clearing his throat and replying ‘yes’ to Katara’s question.

“Sooo, aren’t you going to need my number, Zuko?”

“Oh, y-yes. Of course.”

Katara digs through her purse for a pen, taking Zuko’s hand, and writes her number on his palm.

“When you asked me out, Kat, I wasn’t expecting this?”

Katara cringes, slowing turning her head up to look at Zuko. “Yeah, I’m just as surprised as you. But it won’t hurt right? I mean, it’s probably something we could both enjoy.” She laughs, unsure.

“I somehow doubt it…”

They’re both standing in front of the restaurant Katara bragged about all week, faces contorted. “I’ve been to this place numerous times and they’ve never played live music.” Katara gently tugged on Zuko’s sleeve and jerks her head to the right. “There’s a pretty good hotdog stand around the corner. My treat?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one to pay?”

“1.50 for the best Bahama mama frankfurters in the city? I don’t mind splurging a bit.”

It all comes back; the reasons why he fell so hard for Katara. She was just as sweet and lighthearted as he remembers. She could be as brutal as a roaring wave, saying and doing what she felt was right.

They walk side by side around the corner from the restaurant, a short two-minute walk to the metal food truck where Katara buys them both a meal and a couple bottles of light beer. They’re both dressed for a nice evening but neither seemed to mind. Katara kicked off her mid-calf boots and threw them in her purse.

Zuko arched a brow. “Aren’t you cold?”

Katara pointed to herself with a smirk. “Alaska, remember? This kind of temperature is beach weather compared to home. So, wanna take a walk?” she asked, discarding their trash and empty beer bottles. She holds out her hand. “You don’t have to hold it. No rush.” He takes it, lacing their fingers together. Zuko kissed the back of her hand, bringing it to their sides and led her to the city park.

The sun was still setting. The sky still somber with the clash of orange and pink hues. It was strange how naturally they conversed; what took place a year ago may have temporarily severed their friendship but the difference now was the feelings they both harbored then never disappeared.

Katara gives Zuko side glances, cheeks colored at their proximity. Weather he was aware of it or not, the way his hand causally rubbed up and down her back as they walked made her hyperaware. Zuko was warm. That was one thing Katara always recalled since their first meeting. He was so unbelievably shy it made her heart soar and her lips break in a smile even Jet’s never witnessed. It made sense as to why she sought skipping the friendship stage.

Starting out that way wasn’t so bad. It meant they were two mature adults capable of taking things slow. This was good, this was calm, this was-

“Katara, I don’t think I can do this friend thing.” Zuko admits, turning to Katara with apologetic eyes.

“Oh, thank God!” Katara sighed aloud, resting her head on his chest.

She laughed in relief, looking up to observe Zuko’s soft gaze. Her fingers comb through his hair, testing to see how much he would allow her to touch them. Leaning into him, Katara crushed their lips together in a hard kiss. Zuko places a hand at the small of her back, flushing Katara to his chest, and she rewards him with a moan. She smiled against his lips, happy that he made some form of initiative because if she was the only one who wanted this, she didn’t know how to face him again.

Katara breaks the kiss, caressing Zuko’s scarred cheek. “My place or yours.?”

Zuko’s good eye widens before he dives in for another passionate kiss that leaves katara dizzy and breathless, biting her lips to accentuate his answer on the matter. “Mine.” He says in a low sultry tone.

Katara can’t remember how she ended up against the wall to an elevator with Zuko towered over her. Or how her hand ended up in his pants, cupping his balls and trailing a single finger up the underside of his cock. Zuko sucked air in between his teeth and his hips jerked forward. Amusement tugs at Katara lips. Out of all the men she’s shared her time with, Zuko happened to be the most intriguing. He responded so strongly, arousal pressing insistently into the palm of her hand.

Liquid fire pooled down Katara’s belly and between her thighs. Removing her hand, she hooked both legs around Zuko’s trim waist, skirt rising, their hips rocking. One hand kept steady beneath Katara’s bottom while the other sought out her breasts. The pad of Zuko’s thumb grazed her clothed nipple, pinching and flicking through thin material.

Zuko had some making up to do. This time, Katara would not be disappointed, and he would make sure she wouldn’t leave this building without being imprinted from head to toe from his embrace. His tongue darted out to trace Katara’s bottom lip, and she parted them to allow him entrance; tongues dancing in a heated frenzy. Katara hummed approvingly, startled by his rough actions at first, easily melting into him afterwards.

“How long are you going to make wait?” Katara hummed, licking her swollen lips and panting. Zuko growled, the vibrations rippled from his chest, lifting her top above her breasts and pulling down her bra to cup both mounds.

“Are you telling me that you can’t hold on for nine flights?” Zuko husked. He lifted Katara’s skirt and dipped a hand in the back of her stockings, between her ass cheeks, and brushed his index and middle finger teasingly at the edge of her sex. “There’s always a way we can improvise.” He cocks a grin.

“Well since you seem so sure of yourself, I’d like to know exactly what you have in mind.” It was like his eyes flashed with something mischievous. Zuko slammed the emergency button to the elevator. Katara clung to his shoulders. “W-what are you doing?”

“Tending to your needs.”

Katara gasped at the sound of her stockings ripping. Both delighted and aroused, she permits Zuko to tear them around the crotch, moving aside her panties to expose her. She whimpered a ‘yes’ once he inserted a finger, then a second, pumping her wet heat slowly while thrumming her clit. “Zuko.” She whines, writhing and shaken. “Faster.”

He pressed into her, forearm placed at the side of her head. He doesn’t say a word, continuing to go at a pace she visibly disagreed with. Zuko didn’t mind taking that fault; he thoroughly enjoyed drinking in her erotic expressions, contorted in both torture and arousal. Mouth latched to her dark nipple, Zuko suckles hungrily, flicking the hardened nub with the tip of his tongue.

She was close…so close. The blunt of her nails buried into the softness of Zuko’s shoulder. Back arched, head thrown back, legs quaking, and eyes shut tight, Katara sobbed broken moans; becoming enraptured by her strong orgasm.

Zuko grabbed her hips before Katara went limp, pants mid-thigh and member aligned at her entrance. His mouth gapes open, overcome by tight, wet heat. Zuko trembled, forcing himself to focus on attending to Katara rather than basking in the feel of her warmth. Pulling back with a low guttural groan, Zuko slams back into her, Katara biting her lip with a muffled cry.

He blushed furiously, worried that he might have hurt her. “I-I’m sorry, Kat.”

Katara shakes her head. “No. No, that was good…so good, keeping going…please.”

He does just that, tossing aside any unnecessary qualms, and begins rutting mercilessly. Zuko lifted Katara’s left leg back, giving him just the right angle to quicken his pace. They could’ve taken this slow; gentler. Atop a bed while they gradually kissed and caressed and learned each other’s bodies like carefully tracing a map.

Hunger outweighed patience. Exploding into a scatter of electricity that trickled goosebumps on Katara’s skin. Her head lulled, cerulean eyes fluttered open to catch gold gazing at her with lust, breath coming in as shallow pants. Then he kissed her; slow yet hard, desperate yet sensual. Zuko was entranced by every part of Katara, the sweet scent of her perfume as her lips slid erotically against his own, her broken sighs, her burning gaze. The air was thick with the scent of sex and smoldering with heat. And through it all, Zuko could only think of one thing: how utterly and deeply he was in love with this woman.

Katara searches his face, taken aback by his change in demeanor. There was no complaints on her end. The way he stared at her made her heart skip beat. Just like the first time they met. Just like the first time his eyes fell on hers and the world stood still.

And so, Zuko hugged her close, burying his nose in her neck, sending feather-like kisses and nibbles down the curve of her neck until they met her shoulder. Katara tilts her head just so, giving him easier access to her pulse and he obliged, suckling and biting before his mouth moves to her ear. “I want to do this again.” He whispers, a wave of heat licking up and down Katara’s back. “I want to do this again, in my bed, you on your back, open for me as I make you come over and over until you beg me to stop.” Zuko cupped both her cheeks, forehead to hers, he placed her arms around his neck. “But right now, I want to make you come on this elevator.”

Katara trembled, Zuko clinging to her tightly, thrusting once again. Her head rolled back, every inch of her body came alive. And when she comes for him, she comes so beautifully, her body humming as she dissolved in pleasure, unable to think anymore and all she could do was feel. Feel his persistence, his breath as it collided against her skin while he grunted and moaned her name. Zuko follows, orgasm pulsing inside her, hips sputtering.

They take a moment to gather themselves, using the opportunity to place chaste kisses along one another’s cheeks, lips and jawlines. Zuko wanted to tell her he loves her, that he’s always loved her, that this was more than sex- more than just a spark of lure. But the words hold back, stuck in his throat.

As though reading his thoughts, Katara brushes Zuko’s scarred cheek, a smile painting her lips from ear to ear, and she give him a nod. “Not now.” She pants kissing him hard this time, and whispers against his lips. “but I want you to tell me. Someday, I want to hear you tell me.”

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