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Between the Titles

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut (mature/18+)

warnings: egregious caffeine consumption, yoongi smokes cigarettes, reader is about the same height as yoongi (its me hello im almost the same height as him), gay taehyung, volunteer jungkook, silver fox yoongi (he just has some gray hair bc hot) smut warnings: making out, grinding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), semi-public sexual acts, bathroom sex, protected sex, praise kink

Length: ~9.5k

Note: no thoughts, just big brain yoongi in a sweater smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. btw almost all the books in this are real but i haven't read them so if you have lmk if they're worth the read lmao. thank u to my dearest @gyuswhore and @idyllic-ghost for beta-ing this

Summary: Five days a week in the library means you're very familiar with the senior research librarian. It also means he has no qualms about making his own book recommendations either.

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The sweet aroma of old books and strong coffee infiltrates your nose as the heavy doors into the library swing open, offering reprieve from the storm raging on outside. It’s far too early for anyone to be here beyond staff and a few other morning birds. You glide right to the circulation desk as if fatigue doesn’t pulse through your veins, barely quelled by the second cup of coffee you sip from.

As always, the same familiar head of dark hair with sparse silver streaks waits at the circulation desk. He’s the only person working this early despite being the senior research librarian but you never hear any complaints louder than muttered annoyance under his breath when he thinks no one is around to hear. Bent over his laptop, Yoongi doesn’t even bother to look up as he slides a heavy stack of books to the edge of the counter.

Eleven total, ten heavy volumes on ancient fertility cults across the globe, and one book you know he’s mixed in for his own amusement.

It’s become something of a game between you two. At first you thought he was mixing your materials with someone else’s, but every time you brought the additional copy back to his desk, Yoongi insisted he had no idea what you were talking about and questioned your reading choices. Each time the titles got more ridiculous: Castration: The Advantages and the Disadvantages, How to Enjoy Your Weeds, Amish Vampires in Space, the list goes on and on. But after he slipped Why Fish Don’t Exist into your stack a few weeks ago, you decided to start responding.

You left the stack at his desk like usual, ears perked for his reaction to Fishes I Have Known. An amused snort rang out just as you opened the doors to leave for the afternoon. The sound was so unlike the stoic man you’d become accustomed to over months working on your thesis; not that you heard him talk much to begin with.

Since then you’ve made a point to match every book he leaves for you. Yesterday, Yoongi chose I Could Pee on This: and Other Poems by Cats. At the end of the day, you spent thirty minutes searching shelf after shelf for an appropriate response, every book failing to meet your expectations. It wasn’t fair he knew the expansive collection like the back of his hand but nevertheless you found something up to par.

Yoongi rolled his eyes when you passed your books over the counter, a copy of Staying Dry: A Practical Guide to Bladder Control, like a shining star on top. A brief pink of his tongue flashed across his lips, a feeble attempt to muffle an amused smile. It was the most obvious reaction since the first time you responded.

Smiling like the cat who ate the canary, you left on clouds last night.

But this morning you have notes to write.

Snagging the collection, you make your way deeper into the building. Your unassigned-assigned desk tucked away on the fifth floor, far enough away from any noise so you can fully immerse in work without the threat of distraction. An uninterrupted view of the courtyard below is an added bonus.

The wooden table top is covered in a neat collection of pens and sticky notes in minutes; your laptop and the foot tall collection of references you devour over the next eight hours taking up the other half.

A few titles you request over and over sit on top, too valuable to be checked out for long term use so you settle for keeping them in constant rotation since no one else bothers to read the dusty yellowing tombs. For now, you focus on the new pieces you hope hold the information you need.

Earth rites: fertility practices in pre-industrial Britain, Archaeology and Fertility Cults in the Ancient Mediterranean, Metamorphosis of Baubo: myths of woman's sexual energy—

I’m in Love with Mothman…

Well there it is.

You thumb across the glossy cartoon cover, failing to bite back a smile. Yoongi has a penchant for tossing in the most outlandish romance books he can find. Maybe because he knows you spend just as much if not more time than he does between the stacks. The suggestion box at the desk was full of cards stained with your penmanship asking for longer hours; several of which you’ve seen Yoongi rip in half as he pointedly met your gaze.

Tossing it aside, you pull forward one of the more musty books and start reading.

When you finally manage to resurface from laborious tales on several cults of Aphrodite, the rain is long gone. Even the darkest corners of the old building seem to glow gold in the evening sunset filtering through the glass doors. They're the only thing standing between you and freedom in the form curling up on your couch with a glass of wine and a new episode of your favorite reality dating show. But first, Yoongi needs his books back.

His desk chair is abandoned and the return cart is gone as well which means he could be anywhere in the building. Disappointment leaches into your spine at the fact you won’t be able to witness his reaction to the twelfth book in your pile; the one you spent an extra fifteen minutes looking for in the corner of the third floor.

A thick piece of library paper lists the materials you’ll need for the next day lays atop the neon green cover of Pest Management Solutions: How to Manage Your Moth Problem. They decorate the corner of the desk until Yoongi returns to find them. Hopefully he appreciates your humor.

Yoongi isn’t at his desk the next morning when you come in either. Instead, a doe eyed man with a lip piercing occupies the chair, clearly playing some game on his laptop.

Approaching the counter, you begin to ask, “Where’s Yoon–”

“Staff meeting,” he interjects like he’s already answered the question a million times despite the library opening only five minutes ago. The white of his teeth threaten to blind you. “But I can help you!”

His name tag isn’t the same engraved golden metal Yoongi’s is, it’s a plastic sleeve with a paper insert with barely legible handwriting you decipher as “Jungkook” and below “Volunteer.” You’ve seen him before from a distance. Usually trudging through the shelves with the book return cart in tow, occasionally taking a quick read inside before putting them in their rightful place.

“I need to pick up some books. I gave Yoongi the list yesterday.”

“Sure.” Jungkook jumps up, approaching the shelf lined with piles for other patrons. “What’s your last name?”

He combs through the list after you answer, finding your stack easily enough.

“Alright so Yoongi left a note that the encyclopedias you wanted are on the usual desk you have upstairs. But other than that I’ve got: Historical Studies of Changing Fertility, Sacred Mushroom and The Cross, Archaeology and Fertility Cults in The Ancient Mediterranean…” Jungkook lists off the titles, checking to make sure they're all in order. “And, um, this one isn’t on the list.”

It must be Yoongi’s choice for the day.

“What is it?”

Jungkook looks like he’s trying to hide his own amusement as he slides it over for you to read.

If I Were a Bird, You'd be The First Person I'd Shit On.

“Huh,” you blush. “Wonder how that got in there.”

“He must have left it by mistake. I can put it ba–”

“No, I’ll take it.” You toss it on top of the other, less embarrassing books in your stack and gather it into your arms before Jungkook can get in another word. “Thanks for your help!”

Scurrying towards the hallway housing the elevators, you attempt to juggle the pile of books, your stuffed bag, and coffee without taking a spill. It’s one thing to have your silent battle with Yoongi, but having someone else witness it makes you feel downright silly. And for the first one witnessed by others to be such an absurd and downright passive aggressive selection sends embarrassment through your veins.

As promised, three encyclopedias sit neatly on your desk; the volumes so thick they protrude from the table top like a small mountain. No wonder he left them there instead of making you carry them up in individual trips. But Yoongi’s goodwill clearly ended there. A sticky note on top of the stack pens his discontent at your selection.

I had to spend 3 hours in the basement to find these. If you need them again, don’t.

Even though he hadn’t signed it, you know it’s from him. The tight script fits his personality; thin lines of annoyance bleeding through the ink, not just his words. A waft of musty old paper and dust breezes through your nose as you open the first copy. They must have been housed in a forgotten storage area. At least his bird book makes more sense now.

You don’t dig into the heap until after the sun is halfway through the sky but when you do it only proves to unravel your wits. Reading on, the wrinkle in your eyebrows deepens further. Page after page of conflicting knowledge passes by, each sentence more confusing than the last; minutes negating months of research. The thick pages hardly provide a soft landing for your head as you allow it to thump forward in exasperation.

The scrap of chair legs alerts to a new presence watching your meltdown in real time.

“Something wrong?” Yoongi asks.

With a heavy sigh, you respond.“I want to die.”

“Get in line.”

Shifting in your seat, you peer in his direction. A different day but the same wardrobe: dark button up, glasses, same unapproachable facade. But what Yoongi is doing sitting next to you is new.

Yoongi makes himself comfortable, picking at his nails as he waits patiently for an explanation.

“Everything in my thesis is either wrong or the world authority on fertility in Europe is full of it.”

“Bummer.”

“Your sincerity is overwhelming.” You snap.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. Boredom seeps across his face but he doesn’t move to leave, just sinks deeper into the chair. “You’ve read almost half the collection since you started coming here, why are some old dusty books such a big deal?”

“Because all of those books cite these books which means those books are wrong and all my work is in the toilet.”

“Those books are from the seventies, the information is probably out of date.”

Slamming the copy serving as a pillow shut, you take a second glance at the title: Encyclopedia of Women and World Religion, Volume 7.

“Yoongi,” you sing.

Yoongi’s gaze flashes to yours, a trickle of confusion flashing across his eyes.“What?”

You stack up the books and push them across the desk with some effort. Just to savor the satisfaction of besting Yoongi, you indulge a long sip of now cold coffee before speaking again. No one else is around to witness your victory but that won’t dampen the high.

“Looks like you’ll be back in the basement because you brought me the wrong editions.”

He opens his mouth to argue, snatching one of the books to investigate but you beat him to the punch.

“I asked for the twenty-fifth edition, not the seventh.” You smirk. “I think you're losing your touch.”

He watches you over the rim of the cover. A fleeting glance in your direction but it makes your heart squeeze with need.

“Well, I guess you’re right,” Yoongi sighs, standing. “Do you still need them for anything or can I go ahead and take them?”

With your approval, he heaves the heavy tombs on to his cart. The strain of his forearms, bare from rolled up sleeves, catches your attention. Veins raised under creamy skin, lean muscles leading down to hands you’ve noticed since the first day you started visiting the library.

If you keep staring, you’re likely to start drooling. So you dive back into one of the useful books littering your desk and pretend to read until he’s disappearing down the hall.

On your way out, leaving much earlier than a typical day due to Yoongi’s mistake, you drop the remaining books off at the circulation desk. Along with a copy of Avian Hunting Techniques. He’s absent again but it doesn't matter.

You continue out the doors and down the sidewalk only to spot him leaning against the brick exterior further down the street. Even from a distance you can make out the natural scowl he’s constantly sporting. Except this time his lips pout around a cigarette.

Of course he smokes.

The quasi-mysterious librarian who flirts with you through book titles, smokes cigarettes and looks hot doing it.

“You know those things will kill you, right?”

“That’s what the box says but they aren’t holding up their end of the deal,” Yoongi responds, flicking the ash before looking at his watch. “Wow, out before six. I’ll alert the press.”

“Well, if someone gave me the right books then maybe I’d stay longer. But I’m not about to wait around while you get the ones I need.”

Yoongi takes another drag of his cigarette before responding, “Are you trying to say I forced you to take a break?”

The realization dawns on you. Yoongi is the senior research librarian. He’s never given you the wrong books, even when you request the rare copies needed to be loaned from a different part of the country. The few times you’ve offered understanding if he couldn’t get them were met with a challenge in his gaze and smug satisfaction when handing them over a week later.

“You brought me the wrong copies on purpose!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He’s lying. You know it. Yoongi definitely knows you know by the way he smirks. But he’s already crushing the filter under his shoe and moving back towards the library by the time your brain catches up to your mouth. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

With a scoff of indignation, you stalk towards your car.

The next morning, you march straight through the class doors to where Yoongi sits, fueled by snowballed annoyance from the previous day. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed is an understatement. If there are any gods, Yoongi should pick one and pray.

Your free afternoon of yesterday was spent dealing with the chaos your apartment has become over the past few weeks. Unfolded laundry, stacks of random papers, out of place books, and errant dust bunnies all became new victims to energy usually reserved for a full day of research. Taehyung practically shit himself when he woke up before dinner and found you scrubbing the bathroom sink.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, hand to his chest like a flustered old woman.

Bleach curled in your nostrils. “I live here.”

“Not between the hours of eight and seven.”

But after the mess was dealt with, aggravation set in. How dare Yoongi purposefully meddle in your work. Well meaning or not you were an adult and could decide when enough was enough. The purposeful mishap hadn’t set you back far, one afternoon but a drop in the bucket in comparison to the months you’ve already spent chasing new leads. But the principle of the matter is that it’s none of his business what you do and when you do it.

Yoongi slides a slimmer stack over when you stop in front of him.

“Encyclopedias are on your desk,” he announces through a sip of coffee. He continues to type away, feigning disinterest as you sort through your stack with measured annoyance.

“Are they the right copies this time?”

“Double checked them myself.”

You open your mouth to verbalize your doubts but Yoongi’s pick of the day catches your eye.

Surviving Your Stupid Stupid Decision to Go to Grad School.

Scoffing, you flip the book around and shoot daggers into his face with your eyes. “Do you think you’re funny?”

The corner of his mouth twitches then becomes a full blown smile. Leaning over the desk, he drops his voice, “I think I’m hilarious.”

Remembering you are, in fact, in a library, you manage to muffle a frustrated groan. You dump the supplementary reading back on the counter for Yoongi to deal with and head upstairs.

Unlike the usual days where you put off finding a response to Yoongi’s extra copy until the waning hours of the afternoon, you drop your bags and head straight for the shelves. The fifth floor houses a collection of textbooks and other reference material. It’s why it's always deserted unless some poor fool stumbles on it by accident; the perfect place to work uninterrupted for hours.

You head down stairs, circling the fourth and then third floor like a shark in a feeding frenzy. A few covers spark interest but nothing captures what bubbles in your veins: annoyance, anger, confusion. A brief flutter of interest as to why Yoongi decided to mess with you but those feelings are more dangerous than the acidic ones.

Row after proves unfruitful in your quest for passive aggressive revenge. None have the same bite as his book, or seem to curb the homicidal thoughts raging in your head.

Until a little white book peeps back at you from the end of the aisle.

Yoongi jumps when you slam Bitter Is the New Black: Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass in front of him. A feat in and of itself to sneak up on him given the loan desk has a perfect view of the entire first floor but whatever he’d been clicking away at on the computer was distraction enough.

“What's this?”

“Thought you might like some new reading.” You flash your teeth.

His chin jerks towards the glossy cover. “I already gave this two stars on Goodreads.”

Of course he has.

Face prickling in embarrassment, you turn back the way you came without a word.

Hours later, when half the day has ticked by and the ache for more caffeine burns your eyes, Yoongi stops by your desk. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t try and gain the attention you pointedly withhold. He sets a paper coffee cup on the corner of the tabletop and leaves.

You snatch up the cup after he rounds the corner out of sight. The lack of sugar leaves much to be desired but free coffee is free coffee, especially to a PhD student with limited means.

It isn’t much of an apology but guilt blooms down your spine anyway. He meant well. You aren’t known for giving yourself breaks; unable to quit while you’re ahead. A voluntary day off is less likely than winning the lottery. You’re a busy body and the constant work keeps you from dissolving into chaos.

You don’t see Yoongi again until every book at your desk is exhausted, begging for a break from your manhandling. Double and triple checking notes and citations are the poor excuse you implement to delay the inevitable. At some point you’ll have to go downstairs to face the music.

He’s waiting like always, scanning the mountain of returns littering the counter from a long day. Each step closer withers something in your stomach.

The copies in your hand shift onto the wooden surface, joining the stack for him to work through. Yoongi flashes a polite grimace when you catch his eye before immediately diving back into his work. Hopefully he understands why you chose Thank You for Smoking. And why you covered the second half of the title with a sticky note.

Jungkook’s smiling face greets you bright and early. His name tag has been upgraded from flimsy paper to a plastic one and a printed label with his name.

Handing over your library card, he quickly scans it and grabs the books meant for today’s dissection.

“Yoongi wanted me to tell you that if you want more coffee while you’re working, you can go to the staff lounge on the second floor.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook continues sifting through your requests, making sure each is correct. “Between you and me, the coffee down the street is better. But don’t tell him I said that.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s a coffee snob and thinks his shit—sorry—stuff is the best.”

“Okay,” you say, grabbing your pile. “Thanks.”

You set up your station like always, sorting through each book and devising a mental to do list. The desk resembles a feast but instead of food it’s encyclopedias, printed articles, and dusty manuscripts Yoongi wrangled from who knows where. On the outer board of your work station rests the feature of the day: How to Beg for Cigarettes.

A few hours pass between the pages. Your previous research is confirmed by the significantly less dusty encyclopedias this time, corroborating the basis of your thesis. A new work you haven’t seen is cited in the back, piquing your interest for more evidence.

Instead of bothering one of the staff, you use the library website and find it in their catalog. It’s somewhere on the second floor where Yoongi offers free coffee. Two birds, one stone; a new book and a new cup of coffee.

The layout resembles all the other floors. A collection of study tables in the center crowded by bookshelves on all sides. One person, an undergrad by the look of pure dread on their features, occupies a table but that's it. Glancing at the note with the call number, you start towards the stacks on the left.

You find the correct area, eyes scanning up and down the different shelves to no avail. Hundreds of books, different sizes in an array of colors, flash by but none are the one you need. You’re about to call it quits when you spot it on the top shelf, just out of reach.

Call it a moment of stupidity, a brief blight of recklessness, but the book sits only a few inches beyond your fingers. You look around to make sure no one is around to witness the brilliantly flawed idea crest in your brain. With the coast clear, you hoist yourself up the shelf.

A deadpan voice nearly makes you fall.

“Looking for something?”

Yoongi stands a few feet away, head cocked to the side. Of course he’d find you in such a ridiculous position. Even through the blur of your peripheral vision, the harsh lines of his usual uniform clashes against the back drop of books. Dark jeans fitted over his thighs, dark button down rolled up his arms, and a pair of glasses that make him look hot. But you’re in no position to dwell when the risk of falling on your ass is so high.

“Nope, just getting in some exercise” you grunt, moving your foot to the shallow hold of the next shelf.

Yoongi moseys up behind you before continuing. “And climbing a decades old bookshelf is how you stretch your legs?”

“You smoke cigarettes, I climb old furniture. We all have our vices.”

Your foot slips from its perch, making you squeak before catching your balance.

“Alright spider-monkey, that's enough.” His hands slide across your hip, fingers curved around the softest part of your waist as he helps you down.

Distracted by the weight of him still on your hip, the heat of his chest a scorching across your back, you don’t even think to disparage him for the cheap Twilight reference. The few inches Yoongi has on you allows him to reach overhead to snag the copy you need with ease. But as you watch his hands close around the spine everything beyond fades to black; like the universe pinholes where you two stand.

“This one?” You feel the vibration of his words up and down your spine, warm breath tracing across the shell of your ear.

Body on autopilot, you turn to face Yoongi. His mouth moves, eyes scanning the book cover but every word deafens in a muddy haze. He doesn’t seem to realize his hand is still on your waist, or how he crowds you into the shelves; chest to chest, stomachs barely an inch apart.

“Huh?” you ask, tearing your eyes away from his mouth.

“I said, if you asked for this book earlier I could have gotten it for you.”

“Oh.”

“You okay?” he asks, stepping further into you. “You look a little flushed.”

The bastard smiles. A God’s honest smile like his thigh isn’t between your own, or he isn’t waiting for a reply while his fingers dig in beneath your ribs.

Just when you open your mouth to say something, Yoongi silences you with a firm squeeze of his hand. His head lowers until his breath ghosts along your chin.

Then you’re kissing; lips sliding together easily like he anticipated it. The world shatters all around from just a few passes of his mouth across your own, the weight of his body flattening you against the bookshelf.

The first hint of his tongue against the seam of your lips makes you gasp and Yoongi takes the opportunity to taste you. You melt under his attention. Head tipping back, shoulders bowing to take more, your senses flood with the remnants of coffee and something else; something so quintessential Yoongi your head spins. It lights a new flame in your veins, one burning with pure want.

A handful of his shirt pulls him closer. Yoongi follows easily but gets more than asked for when one of your hands tangles in the back of his hair, tugging until he’s tilting his chin the way you want. It’s a bad habit other dates have subtly complained about but a noise bubbles in his throat at the dig of your nails; responding with his own palm squeezing roughly across your ass until your hips meet his.

The crash of the book near your feet is like a bucket of ice water.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. Jumping back proves futile as the shelf digs further into your spine. “I–”

Puffy lips and lowered eyes stare back at you, clear evidence that you haven’t hallucinated what just happened. Yoongi dips down to kiss you again but you slither out of his grip.

Forgetting the book on the tiled floor, you mumble an apology and flee back upstairs, beelining to the vacant restroom.

To your own mortification, your features mirror Yoongi’s; lips swollen, eyes glazed. Your sweater twisted around your torso clearly betraying your rendezvous in the stacks. Beads of sweat cling to your forehead and neck.

A few splashes of cold water help clear the fog in your brain but as it dissipates embarrassment sets in. Making out with a handsome man is one thing. Making out with the librarian assisting in the most important work of your life is an entirely different ordeal; one that can only spell trouble.

Pacing back and forth, the cool paper towel on the back of your neck helps calm your racing heart enough to leave the safety of the ladies room.

Try as you might to drown under piles of books, it’s useless. You pretend to read the same passages over and over but none of the words register. The kiss replays over and over and over again. You kissed Yoongi. Yoongi kissed you back. He tried to kiss you again when you pulled away.

The end of the day inevitably comes which means you have to face him whether you want to or not. But you won’t allow a single lapse of judgment to affect your work; a moment of weakness propelled by months of abstinence that just so happened to coincide with a surly librarian’s entrance into your life. You just needed to get it out of your system. If it hadn’t been Yoongi it would have been someone else.

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

A glance at your watch informs you that today is the second day you’ll leave the library early. Rather than give into the stubborn instinct to stay, you decide putting as much distance between yourself and Yoongi is far better for your mental health. With squared shoulders and a raised chin, you head downstairs.

Yoongi’s waiting behind the counter. He isn’t typing on his computer or scanning books. He watches every step you take, arms crossed in front as he leans forward like he’s eager for a confrontation.

“Yoongi,” you say.

“Y/N.”

You use every fiber of will to maintain eye contact as you pass your stack over the counter. “I’ll need these same ones tomorrow.”

“Okay.” He nods. “And the kiss?”

“What kiss?” you croak.

Yoongi’s eyes blaze like you’re a new puzzle to be solved, like he wants to take you apart and find exactly what makes you tick. You feel naked. “The one where you—”

“Must have been someone else. Sorry. Have a good night!” You rush for the door before he can say another word.

Another morning is another day in the library, but this time your roommate begs to tag along.

“Look, I’m not getting anything done on my thesis so maybe you’ll rub off on me,” Taehyung says.

Rolling your eyes, you step through the door he holds open. “I think you’ve had plenty of people rub off on you.”

Gasping with fake indignation, he catches up easily. “Are you calling me a slut?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Is that him?”

Yoongi and Jungkook are talking behind the counter. Jungkook’s hands wave wildly as he recounts whatever information to his boss while Yoongi listens with fake interest. Or that's what someone else might think. The subtle signs he cares are hidden in the details; the miniscule lift of shoulders, a cock of his head, and when Jungkook pouts in a way too ridiculous for a man his size, Yoongi hides a smile in the shake of his head.

“Yes.”

“And I’m the slut?” Taehyung scowls as you pinch his shoulder. “What? He’s a nerd’s walking wet dream.”

“And he can hear you, so shut up.”

“Morning!” Jungkook calls on his way past with a cart full of books.

He grins like he knows exactly what happened on the second floor yesterday but that can’t be true. Yoongi doesn’t seem like the type to kiss and tell. Only the type to kiss and tease you relentlessly for it when no one else is around to hear.

Taehyung’s attention immediately locks on him. You love your roommate, always have and, unfortunately, always will; but he is a slut and Jungkook is definitely his type. However, he’s on your turf and knows better than to fuck where you have to eat for the next few months.

“Y/N, Y/N’s friend,” Yoongi says when you approach his desk.

“Taehyung.”

“Right,” Yoongi drawls, blinking lazily before sliding your books over and turning around to sort something on the opposite counter.

Taehyung, ever the gentleman, grabs the pile for you and follows upstairs.

“Well he seems like a cup of sunshine,” Taehyung whispers.

“Just because he isn’t fawning over you doesn’t mean he’s an asshole.”

“I’m very fawn-able, ask anyone,” your roommate argues as you approach the fifth floor. “Wait, what's this… How to Defeat Your Own Clone and Other Tips for Surviving the Biotech Revolution. This is the type of shit he’s giving you? You’re easier than I am.”

“Give me that.” You snatch the paperback out of his grip. “Stop being nosy.”

Taehyung lets you work in peace after that, disappearing to gather more of his own materials. Even in undergrad he’d never been one to sit still for long. But he still managed to get a spot doing an engineering thesis despite the constant changes in his attention.

After several hours of mind numbing typing you need a break, and another cup of coffee on someone else’s dime sounds perfect.

“I’m getting coffee.”

“Bring me some,” Taehyung says without looking up from his screen.

The staff lounge is nothing fancy. A couple small tables with plastic chairs tucked around, a cork board covered with fliers, and a white board stuck to the fridge scrawled upon with black dry erase marker. The coffee pot sits full in the machine, still hot to the touch.

You pour two cups. Taehyung’s gets loaded with creamer cups until it’s closer to white than black while yours is sweetened to sickening perfection. When you try to take a sip, the liquid immediately burns your tongue. Too hot coffee is better than cold coffee but an ice cube would help make it more palatable.

Moving back to the fridge, you go to open the freeze but stop when the white board catches your attention again.

Most notes are chores or friendly reminders about time cards but almost half the board is dedicated to a back and forth.

‘Unofficial Employee of the Month: Jungkook’

A note in Yoongi’s tight script: ‘You don’t work here.’

‘That’s why it's unofficial!’ in what must be Jungkook’s messy handwriting.

‘You’re my official employee of the month. - Namjoon’

At the bottom is a crude drawing of stick figures, two tall smiling ones holding hands under a rainbow labeled ‘JK’ and ‘Joon’ and a comically shorter one with evil eyebrows surrounded by storm clouds and ‘yoongi :(’ overhead.

“Snooping for secrets?”

“Jesus Christ,” you jump, turning to face Yoongi. “Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to sneak up on people?”

“You’re in the staff lounge, there’s gonna be staff here.” Yoongi crosses to the coffee pot on the counter and pours himself a cup. He doesn’t add cream or sugar or anything else to lessen the bitterness. Cliche. “So, was bringing your boyfriend here your subtle way of letting me down?”

“You think Taehyung is my boyfriend?” You whirl around in shock. Yoongi raises a brow, prompting you to continue. “Jungkook is more his type than I am.”

Yoongi releases a pleased hum, eyes shining. “So no boyfriend then?”

“Nope.”

You’re shaking but don’t look away from his hungry gaze. Yoongi takes a step closer, and another and one more until you're pinned to the countertop and his mouth is on yours.

This time, you're more aware of everything. The smell of his cologne, the tickle of his bangs along your forehead, all the tiny details that were muffled before. Yoongi’s lips are firm against your own, a little chapped but it only makes you hotter with each pass.

His mouth is everywhere; your chin, your jaw, peppering down your throat until he pushes aside the hem of your shirt and sets to work on the jut of your collarbone like he’ll never get a chance again.

“Yoongi,” you hum on the first rake of teeth.

He takes it as an invitation to dig in harder, sucking the skin until your spine threatens to break and you say his name again. Desperate for some kind of anchor, you knot your fingers back in his hair and pull.

A throaty noise responds and the need to hear more rears its head. Yoongi who always watches with measured fascination undone by some light petting. The power is addictive.

Legs spread, he presses in flat. The heat of his cock, rigid beneath the fabric of his jeans, teases across the seam of your own. You're technically still in public but the consequences concern you less than the knowledge that you’ll go mad if you don’t feel him. His arms circle your back, pulling you firmer against him, right to the edge of the linoleum counter.

Wedging a hand between your bodies, you manage to get his zipper undone while your tongue traces along his jaw. Yoongi angles his hips to help, curling into your palm when you cup him over the fabric of his boxers. Every press has him swelling harder.

His hands reach under your shirt. Skin on skin, the rough calluses of his fingers trace your ribs, thumbs following the cup of your bra in a tease. It’s a simple touch but your own hands falter when he brushes a nipple. You melt into each other.

“Hey, Yoongi, do you know where—HOLY SHIT!”

Jungkook stops at the door, eyes wide, mouth wider.

“Get out!” Yoongi barks. He’s trying his best to keep your body covered from the younger man’s view but even if Jungkook isn’t getting a full frontal he isn’t dumb enough not to realize what’s going on.

Yoongi shudders a few breaths. Head hung low, he tucks himself back into his pants without moving away. You’re already slipping down from your perch when he looks back up.

“I’m just gonna…go,” you mumble, scurrying out the door.

Jungkook waits outside, eyes still bugging out of his head but at least has the decency to pretend he didn’t catch you in the act.

Tugging your shirt down, you avoid his gaze. How far would you have let Yoongi go if Jungkook hadn’t interrupted?

“Coffee?” Taehyung asks as you approach the table.

You know what you look like without a mirror. The same as yesterday with glassy eyes and bruised lips, clothes wrinkled. Thankfully, Taehyung is more interested in his modeling software than where you’ve been.

“They were out.”

With a sigh like he is personally victimized by the lack of caffeine, Taehyung collapses on the table and plays dead. But he perks up at the sound of footsteps approaching behind you.

“You left this in the break room,” Yoongi says, dropping a cup of coffee by your side before disappearing.

You turn to follow his retreating for until he’s hidden back between the shelves. The back of his hair is still messy despite his attempt to fix it, same with the wrinkles in his shirt from your hands.

“I thought they were out?” Taehyung eyes you suspiciously when you look back at him.

Cradling the still hot cup in your hands, you avoid his gaze. “Shut up.”

“So you do have to sleep with someone to get a cup of coffee.”

“I’m not sleeping with him,” you spit in a harsh whisper.

“Why not?”

“Because…”

Because what exactly? There isn’t a good reason other than the fact Jungkook was the king of cockblocks. You would have let Yoongi do just about anything he wanted and he seemed to be in agreement. But you’d rather die than admit that out loud.

“You are so smart and so incredibly stupid.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, rising to pack his things. “I need to pee.”

You point him in the direction of the bathrooms and get back to work.

When Taehyung returns minutes later he starts shoving his things in his bag. “I’m leaving.”

“Why?”

“This is like the epicenter of hot smart men and I refuse to suffer any longer.”

“You got Jungkook’s number,” you deadpan.

Taehyung can’t hide his own shit eating grin. “Yoongi gave it to me.”

“If you’re leaving, so am I.”

“Why?” your roommate whines.

“Because I got you a hot date and that means you owe me dinner.”

“Technically it was Yoongi but I’ll concede.” Taehyung heaves his bag up. “Come now my dearest, we can still get happy hour if we hurry.”

You reach in your own bag and toss him your keys. “Go wait in the car. I’ve gotta go grab another book real quick.”

“Whatever,” Taehyung says, mumbling something like ‘nerds’ under his breath as he heads downstairs.

You find Yoongi while on your way to his desk, already toting around the cart piled high with returns from the day. Several of the covers are Taehyung’s picks and somehow the knowledge they’ve spoken almost knocks you off kilter. Taehyung is a good wingman and that’s what worries you most.

“Hi,” he says, kneeling to put a book on a low shelf.

It shouldn’t have the effect it does but something about the way Yoongi looks up at you, on his knees, head tipped back, has your mind running wild with the image of him in the same position with both of you wearing far less clothing. Maybe if you weren’t interrupted in the staff lounge you’d have seen it in real life.

“Hi. Mind if I add these to the pile?”

“Go ahead.”

The Stocking was Hung sits on top. You don’t wait around to see his reaction.

The temperature had steadily been increasing over the past weeks but this morning is the worst of all. That inescapable warmth fully seeded overnight and promised the comforting days of sweaters and pants are long gone.

Heat makes you lazy and fitful. In the early hours, long before you actually need to be awake, you stare up at the ceiling of your room. Not even a frigid shower helped the stickiness of your skin or laying still in your bed in nothing but one of Taehyung’s shirts and ratty shorts. It followed you everywhere until you left for the same brick building you spend more time at than at home.

Without thought, you throw on the first seasonally appropriate outfit in your closet; a thin dress that covers enough for the public but promises to keep you cool.

Yoongi seems to be taking the change in weather as well as you are. His usual attire is absent, nothing but a white shirt clinging to his torso. The pale skin of his forearms briefly catches your attention but you focus anywhere else to stop from rounding the desk and finishing what started upstairs.

You steel yourself and approach the desk, determined to act normal.

Familiar dark eyes flash up to greet you but Yoongi’s mouth doesn’t form any words. He just stares at you. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your shoulders, your neck, and then he pointedly keeps them trained on your eyes. Like he's willing to pretend yesterday didn’t happen.

He doesn’t speak when he passes over the same pile of books as yesterday but you can feel him burn a hole in your back. Even after you climb up the stairs and out of sight, the prickling sensation you’re being watched follows.

You don’t get anything done. The words on the page might as well be another language as your mind races.

Yoongi didn’t give you an extra book today.

An endless list of potential explanations race through your mind. Maybe you’d been too forward with your choice. Maybe he’s gotten it out of his system, a quick tryst in the employee lounge enough to satiate his curiosity. Maybe because it’s the second time you’ve brushed him off. Even if it wasn’t your fault Jungkook stumbled in before anything worthwhile could happen.

But he isn’t speaking to you and he isn’t giving you the random book you’ve come to look forward to every morning.

Channeling the restless energy of overthinking, you take a lap around the floor. You pause to flip through random books as you zigzag through the stacks. Anything to take your mind off the unshakable tension sticking in the air like syrup.

Your laptop is in sleep mode by the time you reluctantly come back. Everything is as you left except a book you’ve never seen before sits on top of the open one you’d been reading.

There’s a Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom.

A sticky note sticks up from the inside of the cover. A bolt of excitement shoots down your spine. When you flip it open a familiar handwriting stares back: ‘on the seventh floor’.

You hadn’t been gone too long but the fear of making him wait has you rushing up the stairs. Each step brings you closer to where he waits until you’re opening the bathroom door.

“Yoongi?”

A hand wraps around your upper arm, yanking you in. Another hand silences a surprised shout before you realize it’s Yoongi and not a murderer pinning you to the interior of the door you just came through.

“Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he breathes. “It’s just not a good look for me to be up here.”

“Oh, really?” You smile. “And why is that?”

“This is my job.”

“Didn’t seem to stop you before.”

“Who says it’s stopping me now?”

He thumbs the strap of your dress, hooking under the thin material and dragging it down your arm. The heat and weight of Yoongi against you, touching you so simply, makes you vibrate. Yoongi moves into your neck, panting with a grind against your thigh. “I swear I don’t usually do this.”

You want to argue that you have two accounts that he does do this often, at least with you. But for someone who says they don’t, Yoongi is surprisingly natural. The tease prickling the end of your tongue fizzles out under his teeth across the curve of your shoulder, goosebumps blossoming along your back.

A whimper unbecoming of an adult woman breaks the lullaby of summer air conditioner singing through the vents. You’re sweating under the cling of your dress, skin hot to the touch thanks to Yoongi’s attention; long fingers curved around your waist, thumbs skimming just under your breast.

“Could have fooled me.”

“This is a very nice dress.” His mouth bites down your neck, taking advantage of the new strips of skin the neckline unveils.

“That’s all it takes?” you pant from the wet of his tongue. “A pretty dress?”

“If you think,” he whispers into your ear. “I’m doing this because of your dress then you really haven’t been paying attention.”

The dark locks of his hair are too alluring to resist, tempting one of your own hands to scratch against the tip of his spine when Yoongi rolls against you again. A firm tug brings him to your mouth, lips molding to one another in a searing kiss. You can taste the coffee from the lounge and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke, like he thought to hide it before asking you to follow him.

“How long? How long have you wanted this?”

Yoongi hooks one of your thighs higher, savoring the heat of your core against the crotch of his pants with a slow thrust. “Since you came in and busted my balls over not having that archived manuscript when the website said we did.”

You remember that day. Patience thin from Taehyung’s loud overnight guest, you stormed into the library looking to take it out on a photocopy of the manuscript only for the only copy to be AWOL. Yoongi became the surrogate for your rage, his eyes burning into your skull as questioned how he could let it happen.

The next day was when he started adding books to your stack.

“That was months ago.”

“I’m a patient guy.”

You want him naked; ache to catalog what he’s hidden underneath bulky sweaters and loose button ups over the past few months. But that idea has to wait for somewhere less risky. You settle for dipping your hand under his shirt, tracing your fingers over the elastic of his boxers peeking from the waistband of his pants.

Attempting to hide the effect he has, you loop your fingers in his belt loops and pull him even closer so your face is hidden in the crook of his neck. “There’s a Boy in the Girls’ Bathroom? A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“Like The Stocking was Hung is any better?” Yoongi sighs as your mouth ghosts over the rising vein webbing the side of his throat.

“Hey!” you object, rising to face him. “I thought you’d appreciate it after that mothman book.”

“I appreciate you complimenting my dick plenty.”

Yoongi doesn’t let you go, hands palming at the swell of your ass the entire way from the door to the counter. He’s got one hand curved along your jaw, thumb hooked around your chin and his teeth bruising your lower lip. The edge of granite digs in your spine but not for long as he lifts you and settles on his knees to dive under your skirt.

He kisses up your calf, tongue snaking across the knob of your knee then the plush of your thigh. Just when you feel a puff of breath against the damp crotch of your panties, Yoongi falls to repeat the same path against your other leg.

You don’t suffer for long. Pooling the excess fabric around your waist, Yoongi blinks up from between your thighs. The pink of his tongue follows the edge of your panties, wetting the fabric more until it clings obscenely.

He pushes his glasses up to rest on the top of his head, keeping the mess of gray and black hair out of his eyes before diving back down.

His tongue lathers over your covered slit with a groan. “Taste better than I imagined.”

“You thought about this?”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about it. On my desk, yours, against that fucking bookshelf.” Yoongi punctures each word with more wet kisses against your core. “In my car, my bed. Everywhere.”

A cool breath has your thighs squeezing around his head thanks to the erotic combination of his spit and your own fluids drenching your panties. “Is this all you think about?”

“I had to come up here and jerk off yesterday because I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands.”

Your panties are pulled to the side before you can indulge in the new visual blooming on the edge of consciousness. “Yoongi.”

Eyes closed, his mouth circles your clit, tongue gently stroking you to life. Every pass against the sensitive bundle of nerves has your thighs squeezing around his head.

The first prod of fingers makes Yoongi’s hold on the crook of your knee tighten. He stretches you back open, eyes following the way you suck him inside; coating his spindly digits with more arousal each time.

“A-ah,” you shake. “Please.”

Yoongi chances a glance up at your face, the needy sheen in your eyes, the way your mouth gapes, and decides to take mercy.

He latches back onto your clit. Yoongi groans as you tug his hair, knocking his glasses to the ground. The pace he works your remains lethargic, savoring the kick of your hips until you grind against his mouth.

Throaty groans vibrate against your cunt, tightening the muscles along the inside of your thighs. Neither of you are doing a good job muffling yourselves but if it’s between getting caught and having him stop then you’ll deal with the consequences when they come.

“Oh, Yoongi.” Your chest pulls tight; spurred on by the sounds of Yoongi bullying your insides, his mouth smacking against your folds. “I’m— oh, oh, oh!”

The rough crook of his fingers sends you flying. Only the pressure of his shoulders keep you from slipping off the counter as you explode against his mouth. Euphoria rushes your veins, licks of pleasure overwhelming. Every muscle quivers as Yoongi works you through until you use his hair to pull him away.

He’s quick on his feet. You’re still recovering as Yoongi pushes your bra down and draws one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking until you pull his hair again. Eyes cinched tight, face wet, you force his pants open then his underwear until Yoongi is almost as exposed as you are; pretty in your palm, sticky and hot to the touch.

But it’s not enough to feel him in your hand, you need to feel him inside. To fill you up where you sit hollow and aching without his fingers to provide a sliver of relief. “Fuck me.”

Yoongi doesn’t tease, has no quip about how needy you are. He keeps his mouth on your chest and uses his hands to grab something out of his pocket. It happens so fast you don’t even realize the condom is on until he nudges between your legs.

Your nails dig into his back, breathing through the initial stretch is the only way you stay quiet. Yoongi hides himself back in your neck, strained noises clawing out of his throat.

Yoongi isn’t gentle. Not caution or waiting. Months of push and pull destroy any desire for him to treat you as something fragile. He rushes into desperately, forcing your palm flat against the mirror behind you for some semblance of stability.

“God,” he grunts. “You’re incredible.”

You whimper a quiet acknowledgement, too fucked out to blush under his praise; pulling Yoongi closer until he’s scooping his hands underneath your ass, thrusting into you over and over. His mouth finds yours. Greedy. Hungry.

It’s Yoongi who struggles to stay quiet. Even through the kiss he moans loud enough you feel it in your throat. You listen to them all, twisting the hand knotted in his hair to hear the whine you’ve quickly become obsessed with.

“Should have done this sooner,” your back arches and Yoongi’s mouth slips back down.

“I tried. But you kept ignoring me.”

“I wasn’t—fuck—ignoring you.” Yoongi is everywhere. His taste on your mouth, cologne burned in your nose. The feel of him all over your body. “Shit.”

He fucks you harder to prove a point, hand slipping down to rub your clit. Your second orgasm glows on the edges. If Yoongi keeps playing with you, stretching you in half on his cock and biting a mark into your breast, you know you’ll come.

You focus on breathing. Letting it come to you instead of chasing it, overthinking it to the point it evades you. It’s easier than usual. Yoongi doesn't leave room for anything else beyond feeling good.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as the cord tightens.

Everything turns white hot, pleasure tearing through your muscles and ripping them to shreds. You convulse in Yoongi’s hold, only pinned down by his hips fucking you brutally. Nerves shot, Yoongi babbles praise in your ear but it's indecipherable from the headrush.

Yoongi follows you over the edge a few strokes later, twitching inside you until he stills. His hips give a few arrhythmic bucks as he fills the condom with his load.

There's something nastier about clothed sex. The way sweat makes your clothes cling tighter, the rush of needing each other so badly you can’t be bothered to do more than pull things to the side.

You feel dirty but in a good way. Yoongi kisses across the apples of your cheeks, your chin, your forehead, even your brows, but never returns to your lips. Each leaves you more frustrated than the last, muscles twitching beneath and head turning at the last second to try and meet his mouth.

Tricking you with a brief connection, he laughs when you chase his lips as he dodgers back. But a pout and whine bring him back into your orbit.

He cleans you up with paper towels, wiping away the mess between your thighs with something akin to disappointment. But he doesn’t complain as he fixes your clothes and then his own. Muscles like jelly, you fall into his side when he helps you down from the counter.

With a kiss to your temple, “Let's get out of here.”

“Morning, Yoongi.” You smile as you walk up to his desk.

A set of dark eyes rise to greet you, taking the cup of coffee you so graciously offer before smiling as well. “Good morning.”

Jungkook gawks like he’s never seen you two speak before. Round eyes bounce between you and Yoongi as if it’s a tennis match instead of a normal conversation. Probably because Yoongi was less than subtle when he pulled you out of the building yesterday, telling him to call Namjoon if anything came up.

Or maybe because you’re wearing one of Yoongi’s shirts.

You discovered much about the mysterious librarian overnight. He’d taken you back to his apartment; a perfect extension of himself decorated with dark furniture and more books than anyone could possibly read. Yoongi owned a collection of vinyl records that rivaled his book collection, he was a great cook, and he was studying to take the entrance exam for law school.

After you were wined and dined, Yoongi dedicated hours between your legs. On his couch, against the massive bookcase in his living room, between the sheets of his bed.

He also had a kink for eating you out while you explained your thesis in precise detail.

You’d only been allowed to leave when Yoongi was getting ready for work, not that you'd put up much argument.

You make a scene of sorting through the stack he slides over. It’s not that you don’t trust Yoongi. But now that you’ve had a taste, you’re addicted to his presence. But he unfortunately can’t follow you upstairs so you savor the time now.

“One of my books is missing,” you say.

“Oh, right.”

Yoongi passes over an unfamiliar copy.

Maybe He Just Likes You

And the blue sticky note attached, with his handwriting. ‘Dinner when you're done?’

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codename-adler · 6 months

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while yes, andrew is the mom friend, that doesn’t make neil the dad friend. renee is. andrew and renee are the true parents of the foxes. and though it might sound like some divorced parents dynamic, it’s really not. it’s just that mom’s gay and dad’s a lesbian.

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The Feral One • Ch 16

Finnick x Y/N

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As a thank you for 400 followers here’s a bonus short chapter for tonight! Enjoy :)

Content Warnings - None

The doctors asked you every question imaginable about the treatment you received in the capital; what the medicine tasted like, what it smelled like, how long did it make you sleep for. You did your best to answer their questions but not being a medical professional yourself you honestly didn’t know most of the answers.

“Can we do a brain scan?” Johanna asks. “There has to be something to explain all this!”

“Miss Mason,” the doctor states. “We do not have the technology for that but based on all of our available tests we have performed and the discussion of the treatment I think she’s fine.”

Suddenly there is a knock on your door and Plutarch enters.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but Miss Y/L/N is needed in command,” he states. The doctor allows you to leave, much to Johanna’s protests, and you walk with the older man towards command.

“Don’t stress it’s just wedding planning,” he explains as you walk the long halls of District 13. “The whole district is very excited!”

You are met with the faces of Coin, Effie, Katniss’ prep team, and Katniss herself when you enter command. The prep team seems scared of you but you give them a gentle smile and take a seat next to Katniss. You can’t help but notice the way she subtly shifts away from you.

“Well my dear I am so excited for you,” Effie chimes. You give her a quick thanks and she continues to blabber on about ideas for the wedding. She talks about everything from which flowers to decorate the tables with to how the guests should be seated.

“Oh and I almost forgot!” she chimes. “Katniss has agreed to take you to twelve to pick out a dress for your wedding! She has some of Cinna’s designs there and we could make alterations so they fit!”

“Are you sure?” you ask Katniss, surprised she agreed.

“Of course,” she responds. “We can go this afternoon if you would like.”

You return that evening to your hospital room, having picked out your dress. It’s a sage green gown that flows eloquently from your shoulders like water. It’s simple, which is exactly what you wanted. The prep team brought back some of Peeta’s suits to fit Finnick with as well.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Finnick grins as he enters your room. “What did you get up to today?”

“Not much,” you shrug. “Johanna made the doctors run a bunch of tests on me cause she thinks I’m crazy, then I sat in on a two hour long wedding planning meeting, then Katniss took me to 12 to pick out a dress.”

“Sounds busy,” Finnick sighs, sitting down on your bed next to you.

“Finn?” you ask, catching his attention. “What is it that I’m not remembering? Everyone seems to know but me.”

He turns to you with worry covering his face.

“I don’t want you to remember,” he states. “It was something very bad that happened to you. It’s for the best that you don’t remember.”

“If it happened to me then I should know!” you exclaim, frustrated that nobody would tell you.

You would get your answers, you would just have to find them elsewhere.

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Legend of the White Fox

Long ago, there was a time in humanity’s history where love had no labels. People were free to love whoever their hearts desired. It was arguably a happier time where love knew no gender. But alas, those peaceful times were short lived. There were a few who opposed free love, and went to violent extremes to restrict human sexuality. It was a massacre that showed the dark side of humanity on full display. The fresh snow in one of the affected regions captured all of the blood shed that night, creating an ugly mixture of reds and whites. Among the victims of the genocide was a man by the name of Iaro. Iaro was love personified for his love for life knew no bounds. Iaro had an animal companion that lived alongside him. It was a white fox by the name of Nivalis. Nivalis had a beautiful coat of fur that resembled the first snows of winter. It is said that in his final moments, as he held his lover for the final time, he issued a command to Nivalis:

Live on, Nivalis! Go forth and protect the innocent lovers from the hateful hands of our oppressors! Show them that we will not die no matter what violent means they may take!!

While Iaro died with the rest of his people, Nivalis fled. It is said that Iaro’s wish granted Nivalis the power to live on as a benevolent spirit to protect the pure hearted in times of need. This is the Legend of the White Fox!!

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Alec was gasping for breath as he ran through the streets of the big city. The cold night air made controlling his breathing hard. But despite his growing exhaustion, all he could focus on was the sound of police sirens right behind him. The blaring sirens motivated him to run as fast as he physically could. He turned into a narrow alleyway and took a moment to rest.

“Shit man… this wasn’t supposed to happen…” Alec thought to himself as he tried catching his breath. Going from kissing the man of his dreams to running away from the police all within 10 minutes made his head spin.

It was supposed to be the perfect night. Alec had been looking forward to a date with his crush Ivan for weeks now. He thought he would never find a love that would bring him genuine joy, especially after growing up in the streets by himself after getting kicked out for being gay. But for a brief moment, while the two men kissed under a streetlight, Alec almost believed he had found the fairytale romance he had always dreamed of. But then the dream came crashing down when a nearby bigot began shouting slurs and other obscenities at the couple. Words quickly turned into fists as the angry man would not stop harassing them. Fortunately, Alec was able to subdue his attacker with a nearby iron pipe. Unfortunately, the police officer who happened to be passing by only saw Alec hitting a man square in the jaw with a weapon. Although Ivan tried to explain that Alec did it in self defense, the cop took the bigot’s side anyway. Alec knew he was fighting a losing battle and fled from the scene, leaving Ivan behind.

"WE KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"

Alec heard one of the police officers shouting. They caught up to him quicker than he expected. Alec drew in one more quick breath and began running again.

"RESISTING ARREST WILL ONLY MAKE IT WORSE FOR YOU!!"

Alec ignored everything else and focused his mind on running through the labyrinth of alleyways. But while Alec was able to evade the cops for a good while, he was running out of steam. He slowed down to a jog, and then to a brisk walk as his sides started to cramp. He then kneeled over at the end of a moonlit alley, exhausted and in pain. His heartbeat was racing as he heard the officers closing in on him. Alec's eyes began watering up as he lifted his face to the starry night sky and whispered a prayer.

He basked in the light of the full moon, and as he did so, he thought he saw what looked like a white fox sitting on a nearby rooftop. Alec made eye contact with the fox, causing his once dark brown eyes to shine a brilliant hazel. But then he blinked, and the fox seemingly disappeared.

During the split second Alec saw the fox, he felt his panicked mind calm down as a cool wave rolled throughout his body. The cool soothed his agitated body. Alec closed his eyes and took deep breaths to steady himself again.

Meanwhile, while Alec was recovering, three policemen were about to corner him. They were only one short walk away from his location. The police men readied their weapons for a quick arrest, but just before they could turn the corner, a white fox had jumped out and ran past them with lightning speed. The fox had caught them off guard, so much so that they failed to notice the giant cloud of sparkling mist that was following the furry animal.

The sparkling mist surrounded the police men within seconds. It was thick and obscured the officers’ vision. They tried to air it out by waving their arms but it was no use. The mist only grew larger until it began entering the policemen through their mouths. Loud gasps filled the air as each police man was getting filled to the brim with mist. Their eyes rolled to the back of their heads and their bodies began to compulse and bloat with each inhale of mist they took. The mist had overtaken their bodies once they inhaled it all. The mist made moving their bodies difficult. The best they could do now was shiver violently due to how full their bodies had become. But after nearly a full minute of shivering, each police officer began to moan obscenely loud. The mist was exiting their bodies through their dicks, causing each man to orgasm during the process. Wet spots began to form in their uniforms as each man shot out his load. The mist had drained the men dry of cum by the time it evaporated. The police men then collapsed onto the floor in the fetal position, desperate to warm up their bodies after the cold mist had invaded their bodies.

Alec had fully recovered by the time the mist had subdued the cops. He sat there for a long while, mentally preparing himself to get arrested. But when he noticed that wasn't happening, he peeked his head around the corner and gasped when he saw the three officers on the ground. He could hear their teeth chattering even from far away. Alec had no idea what could have happened to them, but he took his opportunity and ran off.

He made it home scot free that night. Alec’s heart was still racing just thinking about how he somehow got away from the police. He sat in his bed as he processed everything he experienced. Alec then took out his phone and sent an apology text to Ivan for leaving him behind. He hit send, and saw it was nearly 2AM. Seeing the time made the physical exhaustion hit him like a truck. Even though he had numerous questions about what had happened, he was too tired to go looking for answers. He got ready for bed and knocked out asleep.

Though unfortunately for Alec, while falling asleep was easy, staying asleep was a challenge. Alec felt his body temperature rapidly change throughout the night. Swinging between blistering hot and mind-numbingly cold kept Alec awake. As a result, Alec thought he was catching a cold and took some medicine to help alleviate his symptoms. But all the drugs did was contribute to the fever dreams Alec had in the short bursts of sleep he did get.

Alec kept dreaming that he was somewhere in the middle of some snowy landscape somewhere in the mountains. The sky was grey as snow fell steadily to the ground. It was during this snowy dream that Alec kept getting visions of some muscular man flexing right in front of him.

He had a clear, front row view of the man. Alec could hardly believe what he was seeing in his dreams. He watched in admiration as the man continued showing off his toned body. The man was young, muscular, clean-shaven, and handsome. To say he was hot was an understatement! Alec was having the time of his life in his dreams.

But, despite how easy the man was on his eyes, Alec couldn't shake off a nagging feeling he was getting in the back of his head. Something about the dream was undeniably off. He acknowledged how hot the man was, but Alec couldn't help but notice that he had never seen the man before in his life. No matter how hard Alec searched through his memories, he couldn't think of a single person who evenly remotely resembled the man. Yet, despite that, here the man was in his dreams. Somehow, Alec's mind was able to conjure a very detailed vision of this jock in his dreams.

"Who are you...?"

Alec thought to himself. He noticed that the man stopped flexing when he had that thought. It was as if the man had heard him ask that question. The man turned to face him and smirked. He then approached him with a smooth step to his walk.

"Welcome to the Snowscape, Alec. My name is Iaro," the man spoke in a foreign language. Alec could hear subtle undertones of Spanish mixed in Iaro's language. But despite his unfamiliarity with the dialect, Alec could understand the man perfectly as though he were already fluent.

"Don't worry, my brother, you're safe here in the cold. My friend Nivalis heard your cry for help, and because you live with a pure heart, she decided to bring you here to this sanctuary. Where I can grant you strength..."

The snow falling around them began getting heavier. The wind picked up too. Alec had to really focus to catch what Iaro was saying now. But it was no use, Alec could barely hear him.

Iaro paused when he noticed the disconnect. He gave a soft smile. It was a kind smile, one that put Alec at ease when he saw it. Iaro then proceeded to take off his robes. Alec was shocked that he would do that in the middle of a snow storm. He quickly averted his eyes before he saw him in the nude. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. The last thing Alec saw was Iaro's nude form, along with the words:

I will make you in my image, my brother, so long as you're ready...

Alec's vision went to white, and he blacked out.

***

Alec woke up the next morning confused and cold. Blisteringly cold. He never particularly enjoyed the cold. That was why he had all the windows shut tight and several cheap space heaters spread out throughout his apartment during the winter time. But despite his best efforts, he was still freezing. He curled up into a ball underneath several blankets. His teeth were chattering as he tried to warm up. Thankfully he started to feel the warmth after several minutes of being buried underneath his heavy blankets.

As he laid in bed, Alec thought back to the dream he was having. The dream was locked firmly into his memory. He could still vividly remember how realistic the snowfall felt on his skin too. It was as if he had teleported to some snowy mountaintop in his sleep! Even the man- someone who Alec had never met before, felt so lifelike.

"Iaro... Nivalis..." Alec whispered their names to himself. Now that he had a calm state of mind, something about their names felt oddly familiar.

"Iaro... Nivalis... Iaro... Nivalis..."

The more Alec said their names, the more he couldn't deny that he heard that combination of names somewhere before. With curiosity piqued, Alec rose from his bed with a blanket thrown over his shoulders. He walked over to his nightstand and took his phone off its charger. Ivan had responded, and he reassured Alec that everything was alright. The police had taken him in for questioning but it was brief and he got home without any physical injuries. Alec sighed with relief. He sent a quick reply with a heart emoji, then proceeded to open an internet browser tab while throwing himself back into bed.

He typed the two names into the search tab and hit enter. It took him some searching but he eventually found something about them. Apparently, Iaro and Nivalis were part of an old Latino folklore tale about a white fox. Alec read an archived version of the story, and soon felt his dormant memories of his late abuelita spring back to life. She was an incredibly talented storyteller by nature, and Alec loved hearing her stories by the fireside as a kid. Those were the good days...

Alec shook his head and returned to the present moment. He laid back in bed and let out a sigh of amazement. Alec could remember wanting his abuelita's stories to come true as a kid. But as he grew older and more jaded, his childish belief in the extraordinary died out. To think he would actually meet one of the folklore characters seemed like a fantasy come true. It filled Alec with glee just thinking about it.

As Alec took it all in, he remembered Iaro's last words before he woke up. He rolled over in bed, thinking about what Iaro could've meant. Alec had no idea what Iaro had in store for him, but whatever it was, Alec was sure he was ready for it.

In the days that followed, Alec tried his best to revisit the Snowscape he had dreamed about that night. But the Snowscape turned out to be more elusive than Alec thought. Several days passed by with no results. Alec was even becoming mentally fatigued due to oversleeping! But despite his failures, Alec was determined not to give up.

Upon rereading the Legend of the White Fox for the umpteenth time, an idea finally struck him. After reflecting on everything that he had seen and experienced since first spotting a white fox under the moonlight, Alec deduced that snow would be key in returning to the Snowscape. Alec hurried in checking the weather report, but was quickly met with disappointment when he saw that there was zero chance of snow for the foreseeable future. But even without snowfall, it was going to be extremely cold for the next few nights.

With that knowledge in mind, Alec prepared himself for bedtime that night. He turned off all of his space heaters, removed all of his blankets from his bed, opened all the windows, and stripped down naked. As Alec stood by his bed bare ass naked, he wondered if he was really going to risk hypothermia for a mythical figure he barely knew. In that moment of doubt, Iaro's words rang in his head again. With his determination renewed, Alec laid down in bed and braced himself for a very cold night. Within minutes he was shivering like crazy, but he forced himself to go to sleep through sheer willpower. It took him a long time to fall asleep under such harsh conditions, but he eventually did it. He went to sleep, and was immediately greeted by Iaro in his dreams.

"Welcome back, Comrade. I was worried we weren't going to see you again."

Iaro smiled as he approached Alec, who was laying down on the snow, now only dressed in a thin white robe. Alec returned his smile, and tried to get up to properly greet him. But he hadn't realized how heavy his body had become. Every time he tried to get up, he found he couldn't even lift an arm or a leg up from the snow. He struggled and struggled until he felt a soft hand gently caress his cheek.

"Don't worry, my friend, everything will be alright. Take a deep breath and relax your body. Surrender yourself to the snow all around us."

Alec swallowed his breath and did as Iaro had instructed him. Even though he could hardly move his body, Alec couldn't help but feel at ease. He watched as countless snowflakes fell down and landed on his exposed skin. He could feel their cool seep into his skin as they melted on him. Even though it was cold, Alec suddenly didn't mind it. It was as if Snowscape was his long lost second home, and he had just returned.

"Good," Iaro smiled. "Now we can begin. I will grant you power; it will protect you in times of danger. But power like this cannot be granted to just anyone..." Iaro leaned down to Alec's ear and whispered. "Do you swear to live an honest life and be kind to others, regardless of how much power you receive? To continue living with a heart as pure as the first snows of winter?"

A cold chill ran down Alec's spine as Iaro whispered into his ear. He gulped, then nodded his head vigorously.

"Excellent! Though with a heart like yours, this is hardly a surprise."

Iaro then stood back up and took a step away from Alec. As he did so, chunks of snow began to swirl up. They swirled and whirled until they formed three human-like figures. Iaro took a deep breath and exhaled his frosty breath in their direction, causing the snowmen to transform into policemen- the same police that had chased Alec down some time ago. The mere sight of them caused Alec's heartbeat to rise.

"These are the bigoted police men that hunted you down before Nivalis subdued them, yes? Don't worry, these men are only mirages I conjured up with ice and snow. They cannot hurt you here, but they will give to you all of their combined masculine energy. It may hurt a bit, but you'll be a new man by the time it's done. Are you ready?"

Alec nodded. Iaro then waved his hand at the three men, and they proceeded to gather around Alec. Alec watched from the ground as the three men towered over him. A gasp escaped his mouth as he watched the three men strip down from their police uniforms and into the nude. The men then began a circle jerk, with each man stroking their cock until they were fully erect.

Each man had a different dick, but in Alec's eyes, they were all beautiful. One man had a long, clean shaven dick with veins running all around the shaft. Another man had a shorter dick, but what it lacked it in length it more than made up for in girth. That cock was a heavy hitter, and it perfectly matched the bull of a police man it was attached to. The third man had a fairly average dick in terms of size, but it was the other details that turned Alec on. That dick had a heavy set of low hanging balls that dangled as its owner jerked off. It also had a thick bush of curly, black hair with a pink dick head that completed the look. And, as if that wasn't enough, Alec could smell the potent musk of each man's junk as they circle jerked in front of him. Alec took a deep whiff of their dank manhood, and he could feel himself getting warmer inside from how aroused he had become.

After several minutes, the three men picked up the speed of their jerking off. Deep toned grunts and groans filled the air as they did so. Alec noticed one of the men's dicks was starting to twitch, and he was soon followed by the other two men. Alec had no idea how he was supposed to receive whatever power Iaro was talking about, but if it meant he was about to receive a couple of loads, he was more than happy to oblige. Alec was more than ready to get cummed on, only to get caught off guard when that didn't happen.

The three men stood there groaning as they all climaxed at the same time. But instead of shooting out their loads of liquid spunk, they shot out their loads in the form of milky white mist. It was the same kind of glittering mist that had subdued the real police men back then. Their cocks were pulsating and their nut sacks were bouncing ferociously as more and more of the mist came pouring out of their throbbing members. Alec was shocked at the sight, though he was still unable to move. All he could do was watch from where he laid.

All of the mist congealed into one massive cloud of cum. It was the size of a walrus! But that didn't stop the cloud from entering its target. The white mist swirled round and round as it began its descent into Alec's body. The mist forced Alec's mouth to stay wide open while it filled him up, transforming his body as it did so. But even though the cloud was starting to shrink because it was possessing Alec, the three men never stopped stroking their still rock hard cocks. They were determined to keep going until their balls were completely drained.

As for Alec, the changes started with his chest. He could feel his body physically changing to accommodate all the magical mist inside of him. His pectoral muscles were tearing and recovering rapidly until he had a nice set of bulging, beefy pecs to call his own. A cold wave rolled throughout his chest to help ease the transformation pain. The cool made his sensitive nipples tingle, causing Alec to moan loudly. By the time the mist was done, Alec had obscenely huge tits that would put any man or woman to shame.

Alec gagged as the cloud of mist continued to fill up his body. He could taste the three men's tangy cum in his mouth while the mist was pouring itself down his throat. It was slightly overwhelming, but the sweet taste of cum kept Alec begging for more.

Once the mist filled out his chest, it continued moving throughout his body. Next, came Alec's arms. Alec could feel the cold reach his fingertips as the mist slithered down his limbs. His arms steadily grew in size while also staying toned in muscle definition. The veins started bulging out too, adding to the bodybuilder look the mist was giving Alec. Soon enough, Alec had cannons for arms with biceps the size of melons and with broad shoulders to complete the look.

The mist then moved through and down Alec's torso. Alec had to suppress a laugh as he felt the cold move past his midsection. The mist froze any body fat he had in the stomach region. His abs popped out one by one until he had a perfect set of washboard abs. But the body transformation didn't stop there either. The mist went further down Alec's body, shrinking his hip size as it did so. It also gave him an incredibly chiseled V line too. By the time the mist was done, Alec's torso looked like it belonged to a Greek god.

The mist slithered down to the bottom half of his body. By this point, Alec had his eyes closed shut while the mist continued possessing his body. He was moaning like crazy! So much so that he didn't even notice that the mirage of the three men had disappeared and that he had swallowed up their cum cloud in one intensely erotic slurp and swallow. The next phase of the body transformation happened rather quickly because of this. Alec felt waves of cold roll all over his body. The mist was filling him up to his limits. It filled into every crevice Alec had remaining in his body. He grew a bubble butt that was defined with muscle. His beefy thighs could crush watermelons. His engorged cock and balls could impregnate an entire village with just one load of his cum. Even Alec's feet grew in size until he had size 13 feet! All the muscle mass Alec's body had taken on thanks to the mist caused him to burst through the fabric of the white robe, leaving his new muscular body to bask in the glow of the twinkling snow and the sweat of a full body transformation.

Alec laid there in the snow, gasping for breath. He threw his arms to the back of his arms. He was so tired, he didn't even noticed he could finally move.

Iaro grinned at the sight of the newly transformed Alec. He walked up to him, and Alec managed to lift his head to look him in the eye.

"I've used my magic to grant you a powerful transformation. I've given you every ounce of masculinity your attackers possessed to make you in my image, my brother. You now possess my muscular body as well as an affinity for all things cold. But remember, although my magic will protect you, you must never let your pure heart grow dark."

"Huh... What..." Alec said in huffs. His mind was too busy regaining composure to fully comprehend what Iaro told him.

But instead of repeating himself, Iaro simply smiled. He then kneeled down to Alec and placed both hands on his face. Iaro then pulled him in and planted a wet kiss firmly on his lips. The kiss caught Alec off guard, but once he realized what was happening, he kissed Iaro back. It was a moment of pure bliss for Alec to finally be just as muscular as the jock he was kissing. But as Alec savored every moment of their kiss, his vision went to white and he blacked out again.

***

Alec woke up groggy and tired in bed. His whole body was sore and his mind was reeling. He rubbed his heavy eyes and let out a heavy yawn as he rolled over in bed. As he did so, Alec couldn't help but notice he felt a lot heavier than he was used to. He had also forgotten he went to bed fully naked and only remembered when he felt his soft dick flop against his bedsheets. Alec felt a cool breeze blow into his bedroom and pass by his nude body.

"Fuck man, it's so fucking cold..." Alec whispered to himself. But as he heard his own words, he quickly sat up in bed and realized he wasn't actually cold. In fact, the cold breeze had somehow invigorated him.

"What the fuck... HOLY SHIT!!" Alec shouted at the top of his lungs as he looked down at his new incredibly toned body. He looked as if he had been going to the gym his entire life!

"Shit man... I'm so fucking big now...!! God bless Iaro and the cold..."

As Alec ran his hands all over his new torso, really savoring every angle and edge of his new physique, the memories of his latest dream began trickling in.

The more Alec caressed himself, the more vivid his memory of the dream became. He remembered everything; the clear view he had of the three men circle jerking on top of him, the visceral feelings he had while the mist transformed him from the inside out, and the kiss he shared with Iaro that was filled with the most homoerotic love he had ever experienced.

A wet spot made from precum formed on Alec's bedsheets. He had unconsciously started thrusting his hips into the bed while remembering his insanely erotic transformation dream.

"Fuck me man..."

Alec flipped over to his back. His hardened cock was leaking precum like a faucet. He whistled at the sight of his new 8 inch member. He purred with his baritone voice as he grabbed his dick with a firm grip and gave it a few pumps.

"Nrgh... fuckkkk.....!!"

A mix of hot and cold began to flush over Alec. His new body was still getting used to the newfound strength and magic it had been endowed with. It made jerking off even more pleasurable as his body was still extra sensitive after being transformed! But even though Alec had a lot of gratitude for his new physique, he couldn't deny that he had a favorite part of his new body. His pecs.

He cupped one of the heavy slabs of meat on his chest and gave it a few jiggles. He then continued massaging them with his free hand while still keeping a steady pace to his strokes. He took his time feeling the muscles in his pectorals.

They were big. They were heavy. They were bulging. They were firm when flexed. They were jiggly when at rest. They were the perfect man pillows.

But, most importantly, they were all his.

Alec had always loved big pecs, but to be able to possess a pair of daddy donkers of his own was sending him over the edge. He gave the nipples a pinch. That little bit of pain sent a wave of warm pleasure to spread throughout his pecs, causing him to let out guttural moans as he continued loving his new body.

"Oohhh man..! Ohh fuckk!! FUUUUCK!!!"

After several minutes of self-love, Alec could feel himself getting close. He removed his hand from his chest and moved it to his dick. He was using both hands now to stroke his throbbing cock. Alec was gasping for breath as he felt himself getting close to cumming. Alec wanted to make his first nut in his new body the best he's ever had.

He picked up the speed of his strokes while flexing as many muscles in his body as he could. His balls were slapping against his thighs and bed while his pecs were bouncing like mad. Alec's face was flushed red and his body was getting drenched in sweat as he felt himself letting go to the ecstasy-like pleasure building up. He only lasted a couple of minutes more before he couldn't hold on anymore. Cum came flooding out of him like a geyser. His loads reached impressive heights! Alec could only moan in between bated breaths as he watched himself shoot cum all over. Load after load of warm, sticky seed came out. He was drenched in a mixture of cum and sweat by the time he was finally finished. He lifted his arm behind his head and caught a whiff of his sweaty pit. Alec was surprised he had worked up such a sweat just jerking off, but he loved his new manly musk and took it all in.

...After taking some time to calm down, Alec got out of bed and cleaned up. He took an absurdly long shower, though most of that time was spent admiring the goods. Even after processing everything he had experienced, Alec could still hardly believe it was all real! He kept grabbing and flexing his pecs just to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. But surely enough, it was all still very much real!

Alec walked back into his bedroom and sat down. Although he had been blessed with a new body, he had no idea what to do with it.

He sat there for a while. His phone chirped, and Alec reached over to reach it.

"Oh shit."

Alec read the text from Ivan. He had been so caught up with the Legend of the White Fox that he had been neglecting the man of his dreams for several days with little to no explanation. Alec wasted no time in drafting an apology text to Ivan. He promised Ivan that if he came over to his apartment, then he would explain everything in full detail but why he went MIA. After several revisions, Alec hit send and prayed that he could still salvage what he had going with Ivan.

As he waited with his head in his hands, he heard a distinct meow coming from his window. Alec turned his head to the source of the noise. He was surprised to see a white cat sitting at his windowsill. It had the most luxurious coat of white fur Alec had ever seen on any animal!

The cat hopped down from the window and walked towards him. It rubbed itself against Alec's leg, and Alec could hear its loud purring while showering him with feline affection. Alec bent down to pick up the cat, and as he held the beautiful cat in his hands, he couldn't help but focus on the gold collar on its neck. The collar had a single letter inscribed on it. An 'N.'

"Oh my God, it's you! Nivalis!!"

Alec gave the purring Nivalis a hug. He showered Nivalis with affection and thanked her nonstop for blessing him.

Afterward, Nivalis hopped out of Alec's arms and walked back to the window. She jumped on the windowsill, looked back at Alec, and meowed. She also began wagging her tail vigorously. Alec recognized Nivalis was trying to say something and joined her at the window.

Nivalis walked out onto the outer edge of the apartment building while Alec peered out of his window. Alec looked all around, scanning the area until his eyes spotted a disturbing sight. He spotted a lesbian couple cowering in fear as some bigot with an anti-pride sign was creeping up on them. They were cornered with nowhere left to run.

Getting angry at what he saw, Alec took in a deep breath. He inhaled with all of his chest, then exhaled. His breath was frosty. Alec watched in amazement as his frosty breath disappeared into the air. Alec turned back to the ongoing crime scene, and watched as the bigot dropped their sign as they began rubbing their arms. The bigot was curling up into the ball, shivering. The lesbian couple saw their chance and ran like hell before the bigot could warm up.

"Wow... That's so fucking cool, did I do that?" Alec turned his head to where Nivalis was sitting, but the white cat was already gone.

As Alec searched for Nivalis, a doorbell coming from his front door caught Alec's attention.

"Alec? Are you home? It's me, Ivan. If you're ready to talk I'm ready to listen, but if you don't open this door in 3 minutes I'm leaving!!"

Alec took one final look around trying to find Nivalis, but it was no use. He couldn't spot the mythical cat anywhere. Instead, he felt a cool breeze pass by. Alec took in the cold and smiled. He knew Nivalis and Iaro would still be around, watching over him.

He then hurried to his front door. Alec was excited to tell Ivan everything he had experienced, and he had a feeling that Ivan would find his new powers 'pretty cool' (and in more ways than one too).

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vbecker10 · 12 days

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@soubi001 sent me something on tiktok and I thought it sounded like something Loki might say lol so here it is (I added a screenshot from the tiktok below if tie curious what it was originally)

I also remembered there was a meme from a while back that kinda fit here so...

Tony Stark showing the team around the upgraded pantry after renovations were made to the Tower

Loki: I think that is a bit misleading

Tony: What are you talking about?

Loki: This note, a small family... Is that parents and one child or two? Are the children still young? There is no way four bodies would fit in here

Bruce: What?!

Tony: No, no, no... this is not for bodies!

Natasha: I was thinking the same thing actually

Tony: It's for a small family to store their food!

Loki: Hmm... still seems an odd note

Tony: Can we just move on?

Bruce: Yes please

Walks from the pantry into the kitchen and points out the new appliances

Tony: ... and the new garbage disposal is rated for bones

Loki: What kind? I assure you there is a big difference between a finger and a femur

Tony:...

Clint: I think he means chicken

Loki: Oh, that makes much more sense

Tony and the rest of the team take a small step away from Loki

Loki: This is one of those "there are two types of people" situations I've heard of

Thor: Yes...

Loki: Perhaps I should keep my thoughts to myself for the remainder of the tour?

Tony: Please do

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mrwavellswaps · 11 months

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The Homo-Bomb - Prologue

There was a strong masculine scent in the air. The scent of hard work and passion in the form of sweat wafting through the air. The scent was of course accompanied by the sounds of weights clanging and men grunting as they pushed their muscles to the limits in the hopes they would grow even bigger. It was the sound and smell of almost every gym on the planet. This one in particular however was placed in the middle of a small town by the name of Bellmare.

Just like all the other gyms, it was jam-packed with either massive muscle hunks or men working to become just as huge as them. Amongst these men however was a particularly powerful warlock of whom many myths had spread about. And yet he blended in flawlessly. It was no wonder considering he looked just as much like a meathead as half the guys there. Wearing a fitted tank top and shorts. Owning huge bulging muscles lined with thick veins. Not to mention his handsome jockish face complimented by a short beard. Most guys didn’t even think twice when they saw him bench pressing insane amounts of weight like the stud he was. Little did they know they were in the presence of a borderline god…

Of course Wavell knew he could workout at home in the huge gym he whipped up for himself and Dane back at the mansion but blending into the human world was so much fun sometimes. Even more so when he got to act like a complete meathead which wasn’t hard when using the form of Kyle Wavell, his younger and hunkier looking alter ego. Of course he adored using the form he was most well known for, the mature silver fox suit wearing daddy that was Chris Wavell, but just getting to let loose as a young hunk from time to time was such a pleasure. Getting to use all the physical strength that Kyle’s form granted him just made him feel powerful in a way other than just his unmatched magical might. And he fucking loved it!

He must’ve been in the gym for at least an hour getting a pump for both his back and chest. The feeling of power surging through him with every exercise was addictive. Feeling his pecs swell with every press, every push up. Being Kyle sort of felt like a guilty pleasure after always being such a smart well dressed gentleman in his usual form. Getting to act like a dumb jock who’s only purpose in life was to get swole as fuck. It was pretty easy to do so since his personality usually shifted a little to match whichever form he was using. And right now Mr Wavell was a gym obsessed meathead!

After finishing his final exercise, Wavell sat on one of the benches and looked around the gym. There were studs as far as the eyes could see. Some lifting weights, some using machines and others using the multitude of other equipment provided to help sculpt their bodies. The pervy Warlock couldn’t help but eye them up. His eyes running up and down each and every hunk. Analysing the curves and contours of their muscles. Judging which one guy had the biggest arms, which one had the biggest chest and of course which one had the fattest ass. Yet as he continued to scan over all the delicious eye candy, Wavell couldn’t help but sigh. He could tell with nothing but a glance that almost every man in this gym was straight. It was a shame, he thought. All that masculinity not getting a chance to be worshiped by other men. In other words, a total waste in Wavell’s eyes…

For a moment Wavell had considered conducting some magical ‘experiments’ on some of these hunks. Perhaps making them more open to the idea of letting other men grope their bodies or even just body swapping a few of them with skinny gays that wished to be bigger. Just then however, he remembered a certain project he’d been working on over the last few months. A powerful spell to be precise. “Yessss… this could be the perfect opportunity to test it…” Wavell thought to himself.

The blond meathead stood up with a stretch, smirking as the scent of his sweaty pits invaded his nose. He’d never get tired of the post workout stench this hulking body exuded. It was a smell that screamed raw masculinity and it mixed in well with the sweaty aroma of the gym. Wavell took one last look around at all the other hunks, grinning to himself knowing they had absolutely zero idea about what was going to happen. With that he swiped up his things and sauntered out of the gym, giving the man at the desk a nod as he passed, with an air of confidence surrounding him that bordered on cockiness. “Fuck… I need to use this body more often.” Wavell murmured to himself before vanishing in a twister of purple smoke.

———

Meanwhile, as Wavell had been lifting weights to his heart's content, Dane had decided to stay at the mansion so he could whip up the two of them a nice meal to eat. Of course he knew Wavell could probably just magic a meal up for them but there was just a certain amount of satisfaction they got out of doing it themselves. He’d been standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a jockstrap and an apron. Since he could only channel Wavell’s power when wearing just the jockstrap, he’d kinda gotten used to it.

Chicken and Chorizo Risotto he decided. It was a dish he’d always loved and even now after becoming a new man thanks to his boyfriend, he still loved it! He cooked up the chicken first before moving onto the chorizo. The smell of sizzling meat filling the air before he put the rice on with it. As it cooked he tossed a few more ingredients into his saucepan before finally stirring everything together into a delicious looking Risotto.

Wavell still hadn’t arrived home by this point. Typical. Whenever Wavell goes to gym as Kyle he spends ages immersing himself there. With a sigh Dane covered the saucepan with a lid to keep the food warm before making his way into one of the nearby living quarters. He tosses his apron off before collapsing on one of the couches, lying on his stomach while sprawling his bulky body out. He gently rested his head on one of the cushions as he thought about how he must look like such a himbo slut, walking around the mansion in nothing but a jock 24/7. His boyfriend never made any sort of effort to hide the way his eyes constantly wandered over Dane’s form. He didn’t mind though. If anything he enjoyed it! Getting to show off his incredible new body was somewhat liberating.

While he waited, Dane decided to do a little reading. He thought of getting up to grab a book from the massive library Wavell had created for him but instead he saw it as another opportunity to practice his own magic skills. Without shifting from the sofa Dane closed his eyes and focused. The familiar spectrum colour that was his magic appearing to him. He pulled at the colours with his mind just like he’d practiced to activate his abilities. When his eyes opened again they glowed a familiar gold rather than their usual blue. He held out his hands and focused, thinking of the book he wanted to read and just like that the book disappeared from the library and reappeared in Dane’s hands with poof of golden smoke.

“Haha! I’m really getting the hang of this stuff!” Dane celebrated, glad that he didn’t have to try three or four times to get the right book like he had in the past. With a satisfied grin the hunk allowed his eyes to fade back to their usual colour before opening up the book. The Lightning-Struck Heart it was called. He’d already read the book before and it was easily one of his favourites but when he saw Wavell had gotten him a rare limited edition version of the book, he couldn’t help but start reading it again.

About 30 minutes later a familiar vortex of purple smoke swirled in the centre of the room Dane was in, dispersing seconds later to reveal his boyfriend. Wavell’s bulky muscle bound form glistening with sweat from his workout.

“About time. I finished making dinner half an hour ago.” Dane tsked before turning his attention back towards the book.

Wavell cocked a smirk. “Sorry babe. I just lost track of time was all.”

Dane glanced up at Wavell again with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t try pulling that on me. I know the pocket dimension we’re in runs outside of normal time. You just get sloppy with your magic when you’re all beefed up on testosterone in that form after a workout.” He accused, motioning over Wavell's thick muscular form while trying to hide how much it turned him on.

The warlock let out a deep chuckle. “Alright, fine. Maybe I was a little sloppy when teleporting back.” He admitted while sauntering over to where his boyfriend was laid. “But in my defence I’ve never thought of teleporting back here for a certain time. I’ve always been alone here so it didn’t really matter to me. Until you came around that is.” Wavell knelt down beside the couch, gently running a hand through Dane’s hair before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek. He couldn’t help but notice how Dane blushed a little right after. “Heh. I know you can’t stay mad at me.” He grinned while running a hand along Dane’s back until he reached the pert bubble butt his boyfriend sported, groping it playfully.

Dane turned his attention back towards the meathead that was currently squeezing his ass. “It’s fine. No apology needed. Just don’t lie to me about it okay?” He leaned forward and gave Wavell a smile with a quick kiss.

“You sure you don’t want my apology?” Wavell grinned devilishly as his meaty fingers slid closer to Dane’s hole. “It’s a really good one.” Without another word he stuffed two fingers into Dane’s hole, digging them in deep so they could explore the ass he’d grown to love so much.

The almost naked hunk let out a grunt of unmistakable satisfaction. Wavell always knew just how to pleasure his hole. One might say he had magic fingers. And strangely enough it felt just that little bit better when he was Kyle. Maybe it was extra meatiness to his fingers or how his approach was a bit rougher and more… primal. Of course he adored his sex life with the smart, suit loving Chris Wavell as well but he’d really learned to appreciate the occasions he got to have with Kyle. Especially now as he bucked his hips against the couch below, feeling those meaty fingers graze the most sensitive parts inside his ass. He felt like putty in Wavell’s hands as he grunted like a bitch in heat.

“Mmmmpff fuck… not now… save it for later...” Dane just barely about managed to say as his boyfriend finger fucked him.

With a content smile Wavell removed his fingers from his lover's hole as per his request, pleased by how he’d turned Dane into a hot mess with nothing but his touch. “Fine. But you had better get ready to take all this fuckin dick when the time comes bro.” Wavell added, grabbing his crotch a little before giving Dane’s ass a hefty smack.

“Jesus… you act like such a meathead jock when you’re like this.” Dane remarked but once again his blush gave away just how much he really enjoyed it. “And you smell like one too. Go jump in the shower quickly while I set up the table. I don’t wanna smell your post workout musk from across the table as we eat.”

“Why? Because it’ll make you horny?” Wavell teased, lifting up his arms and showing off his sweaty pits. Dane neither confirmed nor denied the claim but that in of itself was enough for Wavell. “Alright, alright. I’ll get a shower.” He laughed before standing back up again. “Can’t wait to taste whatever you’ve cooked up bro!” He exclaimed while striding out of the room, leaving Dane alone with a painfully hard erection pressing against the couch inside his jockstrap.

———

Wavell sat down at the table in a fresh pair of clothes, hair still slightly damp from his shower. Their meals were already set out and it all looked delicious! He praised Dane on how good it all looked before picking up some cutlery and digging in. Of course Wavell never needed to eat but when he was in this body he usually did so as an instinct to get his calories in so he won’t lose any gains (even though his form is locked in shape).

Dane did the same, having a large mouthful of his own Risotto, pleased to see his boyfriend wolfing it down. “Slow down babe. You look like a wild animal that hasn’t eaten in days.” He joked.

The warlock blushed slightly. “Sorry. Habit I guess and this stuff is just so good.” He paces himself a little more, taking a more well portioned mouthful next rather than the mountains worth he was shoveling in before.

As usual the two chatted casually, Dane telling Wavell about the book he’d been reading as to try and encourage him to read it as well. Wavell recalling how he saw some people using some gym equipment horribly wrong and telling Dane about how he went over to help them. But as he got onto the subject of the gym, he remembered about his plan.

“Dane. I’ve got a little something in mind that I need to share with you. It’s a project I’ve had brewing for awhile now and I think it’s finally time to test it out.” He stated before shoving another lump of chicken into his mouth. Dane listened intently as Wavell continued, eager to see where this was going. “Well as you know when we use our magic we usually only use it on one or two people at a time. Sure I’ve bent reality on a global scale a couple of times but I’ve never made personal changes to a large scale group of people all at once before. I know that I can do it, it’s more about just doing it right. Trying to make the same change to so many people at the same time isn’t an easy task. That’s why I’ve been developing a little spell that should be able to accomplish such a feat. I call it ‘The Homo-Bomb’ and if I get it right, the results are going to be fucking glorious.”

Incredibly intrigued by this, Dane naturally had to question further. “And the results are gonna be…??? Come on, you can’t just leave me hanging like that.”

Wavell smirked. “In short, any straight man caught in the radius of the Homo-Bomb should turn completely and utterly gay. As long as I’ve fine tuned the spell correctly.”

“Oh? And what if it isn’t fine tuned? Could it be dangerous?” Dane asked.

“No not at all. It’ll be perfectly safe. What’ll probably end up happening if it isn’t fine tuned enough is that there’ll be some anomalies. People that were maybe affected by the spell in slightly different ways than intended. But that’s why I want to test it. To see if any anomalies occur and if so I’ll know that I have more work to do.” Wavell gave his boyfriend an innocent smile with that rugged face of his before digging back into the final remains of his food.

Dane was slightly taken aback. Wavell had never mentioned this project of his before but he had to admit it sounded interesting to say the least. “Well… I do love a good experiment. When were you thinking of testing this spell out?”

“Tonight probably.” Wavell replied nonchalantly.

The almost naked hunk’s eyes widened. “Tonight!? Jesus, you need to stop telling me these things at the very last second.”

Wavell chuckles before stuffing the last of his food into his mouth. “Sorry babe. From now on you’re all in on this. In fact I want you to help me out afterwards as well with gathering results if that’s alright.”

Of course Dane agreed. After hearing about Wavell’s plan he could help but be excited to see it all go down. He finished up the rest of his own dinner as well before placing the dishes in the sink. After that he headed off to their bedroom upstairs and looked through the huge walk-in closet Wavell made him. Sifting through all the amazing clothes until he found a set that he liked. With that he came back downstairs to see Wavell stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs.

“Wow. I’m so used to seeing you in nothing but a jockstrap that clothes almost look weird on you.” The cheeky warlock sniggered.

“Heh. Wearing them kinda feels weird as well now.” Dane admitted. “But anyway, let's not waste anymore time. I’m dying to see what this ‘Homo-Bomb’ of yours looks like!” He practically jumped into Wavell’s arms, their muscular bodies pressing against each other. Without another word the pair was encased in a spire of smoke before vanishing from the mansion.

———

When Wavell and Dane reappeared in the real world, night had already befallen the town of Bellmare. Most people were already fast asleep and completely unaware of the pair of magical hunks looking down on them. The couple floated in the sky, high enough to get a full view of the entire town.

“This is the town I was at earlier while working out. I thought it would make a good testing ground for the experiment .” Wavell said.

“Well don’t keep me waiting. Let’s see what this Homo-Bomb of yours has got!” Dane exclaimed excitedly before giving Wavell a kiss on the cheek.

With a smirk Wavell drifted away from Dane slightly while looking down below. He took a deep breath, his large pecs heaving as he closed his eyes to focus. Dane simply watched on in curiosity as Wavell put his hands together, causing them to glow purple with burgeoning magic. The glow slowly began to grow brighter as sparks of electricity began to crackle around him. Then after about a minute or so he gradually began to pull his hands apart, a small ball of concentrated magic energy forming between them.

“Woah…” Dane muttered under his breath. He’d never really seen Wavell do something like this before. Usually it was just he’d just wave his hand and it was done. But he was clearly taking a lot more care with this one.

The ball of energy grew bigger and brighter between Wavell’s hands until he decided to raise it above his head. Once he did it started to grow at a much more rapid pace. The programming was all done now and all it needed was a sufficient amount of power to cover the town. Wavell still needed to concentrate though. He didn’t want to accidentally give the bomb enough power to change the entire country or more! Although maybe if this works properly he’ll consider doing that anyway.

Soon enough the bomb had grown so large that Dane had backed away a little further, intimidated by the large mass of magical power before him. The deep purple colour of the bomb was now bright enough to cast a glow onto the town below. Almost like an omen for what was to come.

“Is it ready yet?” Dane asked nervously.

Wavell opened his eyes and glanced over at his lover with a reassuring smile. He looked up at the purple mass of energy above his head and then back over at Dane. “Pretty much yeah! You think I should throw this thing or what bro!?” His smile turned into an almost maniacal grin spreading across his jock-like mug.

Dane glanced at the town below and then up at the ball of energy as it pulsed and crackled with energy. “I mean… if you think it’s safe th-” he was cut off before he could finish as Wavell sent his arms forward, plunging the bomb down towards Bellmare. Dane had no idea what to expect as he braced himself for some kind of explosion. But when the bomb hit the ground it simply burst into a massive cloud of magical mist like one giant balloon.

A thick purple fog quickly settled over the town. It soon invaded the homes of the citizens of Bellmare, being absorbed mostly into the bodies of sleeping straight men. Making changes to their bodies and minds. But of course the homo-bomb was yet to perfected and some anomalies were bound to take place…

“Hahaha! Look at that! An entire town submerged in my glorious power! And I could do so much more if I wanted.” Wavell boasted cockily as he floated back over towards Dane and wrapped an arm around the other man. “You see how powerful your boyfriend is babe? I’m the most powerful being on the planet, probably the whole universe!” He gloated, flexing his free arm and watching his biceps bulge with strength, knowing full well how much power he had contained in his body.

Dane can’t help blushing a little seeing Wavell act so cocky and prideful about his power. He allowed himself to be pulled in tight by his lover as they watched the cloud of magic settle, cuddling against Wavell’s large chest a little. Wavell was usually the one leading the two of them through their magical adventure anyway but when he was Kyle he really took charge. It must’ve been that dominant jock personality in him and Dane had absolutely no problem being submissive.

“My magic should already be taking hold.” Wavell lowered his arm and placed his free hand on his hip. “By morning all the changes should be complete. At that point we’ll need to start gathering results if you’re up for it.” He kissed the top of Dane’s head sweetly.

“Yeah of course. I’m actually pretty excited to see if this spell of yours has worked or not.” Dane replied, looking up at his boyfriend.

“Good to hear my man.” Wavell rubbed Dane’s arm a little. “But I don’t really feel like doing all that boring shit. If I have to listen to dudes babble on about getting hard for other dudes instead of chicks I’ll be hitting my head against a wall within an hour.” He huffed, dreading the idea. “That’s more Chris’ department. So…” Wavell took a deep breath, calming his mind. He reached into his subconscious, disconnecting himself from Kyle before hooking up to Chris instead. The moment he did his body began to change.

His huge imposing muscles began to shrink down into a more compact form. Reducing down until he was leaner than Dane again. His entire body began to age up, going from mid twenties to mid forties but still retaining its vigour. His face started to look less jockish and more distinguished as lines of wisdom and maturity etched themselves across it. Of course he was still as handsome as ever though, just in a more “daddy-like” way, as his short blonde locks began turning more of a salt and pepper colour along with his beard hair, adding to his mature look. His beard even reshaped itself into a more groomed look. Everything from his pecs to his ass shrunk down into a still muscular but less bulky state. “Mmmmm fuuuuuuck ooohhh…” He moaned with a pleasurable grin. Partially due to his voice switching from Kyle’s youthful one to Chris’ more refined but still masculine one and also because his fat 9 inch cock was undergoing some small changes of its own. Losing a tiny bit of its thickness but in return lengthening up to about 10 and a half inches! Before long the sporty clothes Wavell had chosen earlier were hanging off his body as his transformation came to an end.

“Ugh. My other self really has absolutely no sense of style.” Wavell scoffed looking down at what he was wearing, now fully immersed as Chris Wavell once again. “Out of all the nice clothes I own or could’ve conjured up, I decided on this?” He gestured towards the black joggers and black t-shirt which had previously hugged Kyle’s form rather tightly. He shook his head disapprovingly before waving his hand with a magical glow.

Immediately his clothes began to change. Joggers turning into a nice pair of fitted sky blue suit pants while his t-shirt moulded itself into a crisp white button down. A matching blue suit jacket materialised itself around him in spectacular fashion before an ornate watch followed the same example by strapping itself to his wrist. His large pair of dirty sneakers soon found themselves morphing into a nice fancy pair of brown dress shoes that complemented his outfit well.

“Ahhh that’s much better.” Wavell smiled with relief as he fixed his jacket a little. “Now my love, I suppose we’d better… oh.” He finally looked over at Dane to see the other man’s eyes filled with wonder along with a huge boner pressing against his pants. “I uhhh… forgot how much you enjoy watching me do that.” Wavell chuckled.

Dane didn’t say a word at first, simply floating closer to Wavell again. Then, without warning, he gripped Wavell’s jacket and pulled the silver fox of a warlock in for an aggressive kiss. Naturally Wavell was a tad surprised but he had no problem returning the kiss. “Fuck me.” Dane blurted upon pulling apart momentarily before kissing his lover again. “Fuck me like the other you promised me he would.” He begged, causing Wavell to recall the promise he’d made to Dane after fingering his hole earlier.

“Ah yes. I suppose I did make such a promise didn’t I.” Wavell smiled seductively. “Well it can’t be helped. I guess I’ll just have to give you ‘all this dick’ like Kyle said he would huh?” He grabbed Dane by the hips and pulled him closer, rubbing their crotches together a little, Dane’s excited boner now rubbing against the hard on Wavell was sporting in his suit pants. The only response Dane could give was a furious nod before leaning back in for another kiss. And with that Wavell flicked his wrist yet again causing the pair to vanish off once again. Heading back home for some alone time together in the hopes of returning to Bellmare once the morning had arrived and the citizens were waking up to discover a few changes about themselves.

➡️ Jack’s Interview ⬅️

➡️ Theo’s Interview ⬅️

➡️ Lewis And Jeremy’s Interview ⬅️

➡️ Andrew and Mateo’s Interview ⬅️

➡️ Trevor’s Interview ⬅️

➡️ Conclusion ⬅️

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