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chuusmuts · 2 months

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imagine kabukimono finding out you lactate

smut(?) i'm not sure myself, sorry. afab reader, lactation kink, nipple play, fingering, just kabukimono being in love with your boobs/breast milk.

kind of another version of innocent kabukimono going wild because gosh, i'm so horny for him (´┓`*)

some nights ago, while doing the laundry, he noticed some milk stains on your clothes, particularly on the chest part. as far as he remembered, the milk stock had already finished, so being the curious boy he was, he decided to ask you about it. kabukimono could feel his heart beating faster, feeling nervous for some reason as he walked over to you. it's nothing wrong, right? he just wanted to know where did you get the milk. "hey, umm... can i ask something?" he asked quietly as he looked at you timidly.

your ears perked up at his voice, and you turned your head to look at him with a surprised face. it was unusual for him to look so shy like that. "um... yes? what is it?" you asked in confusion. there was it again. when you turned to look at him, he noticed a wet spot on your kimono. and again, on the chest part, on your breasts. did you not notice it?

"oh, it's nothing important." kabukimono said softly, his heart still pounding. "i saw some milk stains on your clothes, specifically on your chest area. i just wondered how they got there." he bit his lip, feeling even more nervous than before. he wasn't sure why he cared so much about this, but he felt like he needed to know.

still confused, you tilted your head in puzzlement before impulsively looking at your clothes, and oh gosh, the milk stains were big. your cheeks and ears immediately flushed, your eyes widening as you covered your breasts with your arms. like he said, it's nothing important, your milk was just leaking. you were merely lactating, and it's something kabukimono didn’t know.

"t– this!" you stammered. "it's nothing, s– so, you don't have to worry." from the look of your reaction, he could sense the embarrassment coming from you. normally, people would've already guessed what was happening, but that's not the case with kabukimono. since he's a puppet, he was completely clueless about this whole situation.

"mhm." kabukimono nodded, trying to process everything you said. he was lost, unsure of how to respond. he watched you cover your breasts, feeling both confused and intrigued. "umm..." he started in hesitation. "why do you think i'm asking, then?" he looked down at himself, frowning slightly. "you see, i'm not really used to seeing that kind of thing, y'know? It makes me curious, and... well, I want to know about it." he blushed shyly under your gaze.

"y– you want to know..?" fiddling with your fingers, you watched him sit beside you on the bed. "that's um..." you looked down for a while before looking at him again. you weren't really uncomfortable, just abashed. well, maybe it's not a bad idea to tell him. he already found out, anyway.

"s– so, uh... basically, women's breasts produce milk... whereafter, it will come out from the nipples." you started as you tilted your head down so your hair would fall over on your face to hide your embarrassment. "this usually happens while pregnancy to feed the baby later, s– so, i don't know why it's happening to me. it even keeps leaking from my breasts..." obviously, you felt insecure and shy since lactation doesn't usually happen to unmarried women.

kabukimono's eyes widened, and he could feel his own cheeks flush with heat as you explained everything, his heart pounding once more. "mhm," he murmured, nodding slowly. "that's interesting." he shifted, feeling awkward, unsure of what to say next. "so... does it taste good?" he asked, smiling nervously.

for a moment, you thought he was asking about the taste of your breast milk thus, you got extra embarrassed. "that's... i, myself, do not know since the only time i drink it was when i was a baby. so, i'm not really sure. i'm sorry, i can't help you with that." you said in a quiet tone, your arms still covering the wet part on your breasts as you chewed on your bottom lip. still, what you didn’t notice was him looking at your breasts intently.

he swallowed hard, feeling a sudden urge to taste the milk. it seemed like such an odd desire, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. "umm... could I try it?" he asked, glancing back at you, his eyes pleading. he felt vulnerable and exposed, but he also felt like he had to know. there was just something about breast milk that fascinated him.

"e– excuse me?" you almost choked on your saliva since you didn't expect him to ask the most unforeseen question. your heart began to thump as fast as his when he asked to drink your milk. was he... that interested in it? "c– could you repeat that again?" you were so embarrassed that you're afraid you heard him wrong, and it's just a hallucination.

"could I taste your milk?" kabukimono repeated, this time without stuttering. he was practically quivering with excitement, his hands clasped together in front of him. how could he not when he's about to try something new? "please, please let me try it." he leaned forward, his breath hitching in anticipation as he begged you.

in your eyes, you could see how his eyes sparkled. you could see that he really wanted to taste the milk so badly and be needed to know if it was good or not. that stupid eyes of his. sometimes, his curiosity is really out of this world. you just let out a shaky breath as you looked away. you knew he didn't have an evil purpose and was just curious about the taste of breast milk, but... this was clearly wrong. however, when you looked at him once again, you found yourself hard to deny him even though you felt like your heart was going to burst.

"i– uh, okay." you whispered quietly, looking away again. kabukimono smiled brightly as he reached out to touch your breasts, sliding them off your kimono and gently cupping them in his hands. his thumbs brushed against your nipples which were leaking with milk, causing them to harden. "is this alright?" he asked, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to rub your nipples.

"y– yeah." you let out a shaky sigh as you closed your own eyes, refusing to look at the sight of him brushing his fingers against your soft nipples. "j– just don't take too long, please." you continued with another whisper before whimpering quietly, which you hope he didn't hear it.

kabukimono nodded and hummed softly, his eyes roaming over your boobs, taking in every detail. he licked his lips, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips before leaning in closer and pressing his mouth against one of your nipples, sucking gently. as he suckled on your sensitive bud, he began to lave it, his teeth scraping lightly across its surface.

a soft moan was ripped off of your throat, and it made you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. this was the first time he had seen a woman's boobs and the sight of it was too intrigued for him to ignore. to add in, your milk was delicious, too. as he continued to lick and suck, his tongue flicked against your nipples, savouring every drop, causing his mouth to make little sucking sounds as he did so. you could feel your breasts slowly getting emptied as he started to suckle harder.

kabukimono groaned impulsively, his tongue dancing over your nipples, sucking deeply. he pulled your kimono aside, exposing your entire chest, his mouth working furiously as his tongue lapped up the excess milk that dripped onto your skin. he licked up every last drop, dragging his tongue across your skin until your breasts were coated in a thin layer of milky saliva. when he finished, he released your nipples with a wet pop before lifting his head, his eyes gazing at your flushed face.

your nipples were now swollen from how hard he sucked and when you realised he was done, you peeked through your fingers to look at him as you asked, "y– you... you're done?" you asked breathlessly, not noticing your top was already stripped off by him. "yeah." kabukimono said, grinning, his tongue slipping out to lick the milk off his lips. he glanced down at your breasts, his eyes lingering on each of your swollen nipples. "it tastes good." he said simply, his voice full of satisfaction. looking up at you again, his eyes filled with wonder and excitement. "i'd love to taste more if you'll allow it."

sliding on your kimono again, you only smiled awkwardly as you thought nothing of it. yeah, he was just joking, you thought to yourself. he might even forget about it on the next day. wrong. on the following day, kabukimono knocked on the door of your room again. obviously, he wanted to drink more of your milk. however, you being clueless like always, you had no idea that he really liked and still remembered your tits and breast milk. "yes, kabukimono? do you need anything?" you questioned.

"yes." kabukimono answered, his eyes twinkling. he glanced down at your chest, and his eyes lingered on each of your plump breasts. "i want some more of your milk." he said it like a normal request, his voice soft and sweet. his gaze was still fixed on your breasts even after stepping into your room and shutting the door behind him. "i can't stop thinking about how delicious it tasted." he said, his voice low and husky, completely different from earlier.

"...eh?" you froze in your track when he asked for your milk again. did you just... fucked up?

thus and so, breastfeeding him had become a routine for you as he kept asking for your milk every day. you knew you could say no, and he would stop immediately, but you didn't have the courage to. he's so innocent, you almost thought he was still a child for a moment since he kept begging you to breastfeed him.

it had been a month, and yet you're still nursing him as a routine. and even though it had been that long, you still couldn't shake off the embarrassment every time you fed him. howbeit, you had noticed something strange lately. every time you breastfed him, he would occasionally moan, leave marks on your breasts, nibble on your nipples and fondle with your breast while he drank the other one.

today was no different as he suckled on your nipples while fondling with your breast. whilst you struggled to hold back your moans, kabukimono moaned shamelessly and loudly, his tongue swirling around your nipple as his hand pinched and twisted your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers, causing you to whimper and squirm. his eyes glanced up at you, and he murmured lowly against your boob. "mmm..."

eventually, he lifted his head, and as his eyes locked with yours, he spoke, his tone suddenly becoming passionate. "you're so beautiful." he wasted no time as he leaned in and kissed your collarbone before biting it softly. subsequently, he turned his attention to your other breast, suckling on your nipple as he bit and pulled on it lightly before swirling his tongue around it.

he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he sucked on your nipples. he had no idea, but he had been experiencing weird feelings every time he drank your milk. he had this strange attraction toward your breasts and milk, and he wanted to keep sucking on them. in other words, he had come to know what it was to feel desire and pleasure without realising it himself. maybe he wasn't as innocent as thought because unknowingly, a few days ago, he had found out what sex is without you knowing. and even if he's just a puppet, he's still a man.

you mewled a muffle moan as your hand moved to grip onto his hair, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your slick drip down between your legs. at this point, you already gave up on trying to hide your whimpers as another one escaped your lips when he flicked his tongue over your nipple and rolled the other one simultaneously. "a– ah, kabuki..." your voice was as delicious as your milk as you called out his name.

kabukimono's lips parted widely, his tongue sliding along your other nipple as his body trembled with lust and desire. lashing his tongue out, his teeth grazing your flesh. he let out a husky moan, his eyes watching you as your face contorted in pleasure. "mmm... i'm sorry, y/n." he whispered half-heartedly. he came to know what he was doing was wrong. therefore, he needed to at least apologize, even though it was unenthusiastic.

still, his desire won over him, and he couldn't stop himself from suckling on your nipples, from leaving hickeys all over your soft boobs. he didn't know how bad it was affecting you as your eyes welled with tears, and you almost became a sobbing mess from too much pleasure. he swirled his tongue around your nipple once again before suckling on it, each suck sending a stronger jolt of pleasure right to your clit.

you also felt how he pressed his body against you, his hips pushing against your thighs and his hard length pressing against your leg. your grip on his hair tightened a little, and your moans began to get louder as you were slowly falling apart, kabukimono having zero idea about this. he was only focusing on your body, more precisely, obviously your boobs and breast milk.

even after your breasts were emptied, he couldn't stop himself from sucking on your nipples. it was too addictive to him, he just liked it when your soft breasts were pressed against his face. whereas your body writhed underneath his, he slid his fingers inside your pants before brushing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it at a slow pace, causing you to let out the cutest whimper. he could feel how wet you were and if he had to be honest, he was proud of himself.

"i love your breasts... they taste so good." he mumbled, sucking on your nipple harder as his thumb began to pick up its pace and rub your clit faster, his fingers pressing into your folds. drool dribbled down from the corner of your lips as you bucked your hips, unable to control yourself any further. your breath slowly became ragged as he stroked your clit and and swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking on it again.

shortly after that, he moved his lips from your nipples down to your tummy, licking your tummy and leaving trail of kisses and marks. while he did so, he inserted his fingers inside your hole and began to fuck you, causing you to cry out and arch your back in pleasure. "k– kabuki–!" you screamed his name as tears streamed down your cheeks.

hearing you screamed his name only fueled his desire as he didn't stop and instead thrusted his fingers harder inside you, teasing your sweet spot. he wanted to make you feel good, to hear you moan, to hear you whimper. he wanted to watch you squirm, to watch you cum because of him, just like he read and saw in the book. shortly afterward, your walls clenched around his three fingers and an orgasm washed over you as you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back and cum pooling out of your cunt endlessly, coating his fingers.

he stopped for a moment and took out his fingers, lashing out his tongue to taste your delicious slick. after he licked it clean, he inserted his fingers again inside your tight walls and began to thrust inside you. he didn't give you any break and instead quickened his pace. you catched a glance of his very pure eyes glancing down at your wet pussy and you just knew he wasn't done with you yet. "i wonder what else my tongue can do with your delicious body."

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 months

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: hey guys! it's me, like wayyyy too many months later but i did promise i would post it this year even if it's like next year in a few hours but here it is!

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oh oh i'm falling in love, oh no i'm falling in love again, oh, i'm falling in love i thought the plane was going down how'd you turn it right around

Y/N stared in disbelief at the Sergeant, not entirely sure if she had heard him correctly. Maybe it was the Scotch. Could Scotch go bad, could it expire? Sure old Scotch was better than a recent one but surely there was some sort of limit as to how long a liquid can sit lost in time until it gives you some sort of poisoning. Surely malt and water couldn't last forever without causing some sort of illness or hallucination which would explain why Bucky Barnes had just told her he loved her. Or maybe he told her that he loathed her, that would make more sense.

- I'm sorry, I think I didn't hear it right ... What did you say? - she asked and Bucky swore she was trying to kill him or maybe embarrass him. However, his ego was high on the three glasses of Scotch he already had.

- I said I loved you.

- You love me? - what else was there to ask. Maybe she was mishearing him again, yet it came more of a disbelief rambling rather than the question she meant it to be.

- Yes. - he said, moving closer to her, his eyes more interested in the shade of her lips rather than her eyes which were sure to bring any grown men to their knees. - I love you, I really, really like you Y/N.

- Like a friend?

Had Y/N been anyone else Bucky would've probably laughed and had Bucky been anyone else Y/N would hide in her bedroom until he disappeared. Things were ... different, she guessed. It felt different to hear it from him, different than when she heard it from Christopher or her first boyfriend or the first guy she ever liked. It felt unsure in the way which she didn't know how to reply, she didn't know when to reply. It was a mature and immature feeling, threading almost along the line of paradoxical. It was if the feeling itself verified her madonna persona yet tempted the whore which laid under, the temptress. It was both tempting and comforting for something that was so out of her reasonable comfort zone.

- No, not like a friend. - he was close enough she could smell the remnants of his cologne, the scent of scotch in his breathe. - I love you like lovers do.

- Is that what we are? Lovers?

- Are you ever not questioning me?

- It's a fair question, isn't it? - she raised her brow almost in defiance and moved closer, tempting him further. - I thought you liked my questions.

Bucky rolled his eyes before his hands grabbed her hips and moved her closer so their noses touched. They stared into each others eyes for what felt like a while, the mere sound of the wind brushing through the trees outside sounding like electricity until he made his move, moving closer until their lips collided. As if they'd done , they move closer to each other, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. Their lips meet in a passionate, lustful kiss, and the world around them fades away as they lose themselves in the moment. She pulled away, biting her lip almost in a painfully shy manner.

- I should go back upstairs. I have to take Sadie to school tomorrow. - she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks as if she could wipe the heat of her cheeks.

- Of course. - Bucky moved away as she got up from the couch. - Hey, I can take her if you want to sleep. It's fine, I can go to the office later.

- It's fine, it's my job. Uh ... good night, Sergeant.

She ran up the stairs like an embarrassed school girl, almost tripping on the bottom of her pyjama trousers, and rushed into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. What was she doing? She couldn't make out with her boss, that went against her contract ... I mean, it wasn't like there was a clause stipulating she couldn't make out with Bucky yet it was still highly unprofessional. He was her boss, her very attractive, tall and rugged handsome boss ... but her boss. Her boss who was sometimes unprofessional himself, he had even inserted himself into the Christopher situation. Still, she was a professional and a professional doesn't make out with her boss.

She laid down in bed with a huff, staring at the lights in the ceiling of her bedroom. Did Bucky had the same lights in his ceiling? He probably did, this was his house after all. The same house she was living in for free, the same house of the man who paid her a really good salary.

- Y/N? - a knock on her door interrupted her mind's rambling. She got up and opened to see Bucky staring at his feet. - I wanted to apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable, it was unprofessional on my part.

- No, no, it's my fault too, I mean ... I kissed you back. - she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

- Please don't apologise, I should've known better but it's damn good scotch, which isn't really an excuse. - he started rambling himself, looking at her like a high schooler would look a girl he really wanted to take on a date. It was cute. - Maybe we shouldn't drink more scotch.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

He shrugged playfully before turning to go to back to his bedroom before he could do anything else he would regret, however, Y/N was still very much considering whether she should do something that she could regret tomorrow.

- Sergeant Barnes? - she called after him, almost in a faint whisper so his daughter wouldn't wake up. - Are you gonna ask me out?

- Excuse me?

- You said you loved me. Are you gonna ask me out?

- Do you want me to ask you out? - he smirked, crossing his arms.

- I'm not gonna answer that question. - she met him in the middle with an equal smirk. - I wasn't the one who said I love you.

- Yeah but I wasn't the one asking the boss to ask her out.

- Ask me out, Barnes.

- Is that an order?

Bucky was close, close enough she could see the smile lines resulting from and she couldn't help herself, she didn't want to help herself. She kissed him, her hand placed on the back of his neck as they kissed. It wasn't soft or sensual, it was needy, as if they would cease to exist. She pulled him towards her bedroom, her hands grabbing at his jumper to pull it over his head. She had heard he was very well built and she had caught glances of him shirtless before but seeing it so up close, every defined muscle, the texture of his skin made her want to scold herself for not having looked harder the other times.

- I don't think I've been in this bedroom for this long. - he pulled her shirt over her head as he looked around the bedroom. It was her bedroom after all and she wasn't in the mood to usually let him inside to see anything. - Or seen you shirtless this long.

- Do you ever stop talking? - Bucky smiled and looked at her.

His hands wandered down to her hips and his thumbs lightly brushed over her hips. He pinned her against the door, his leg between hers as he pressed himself closer to her. His lips drew a pattern from behind her ear to her collarbone, his fingers snapping her bra strap against her skin.

- Do you know how long I've waited for this? - he chuckled as he felt her body close to his, the shape of her breasts pressed against his chests and the sweet nothings of the moans she was trying to keep from escaping. - You've been tempting me since the moment you walked through my door.

He chuckled as she held in a gasp, his body moving closer and closer to her. He turned her around, kissing her hard again and threw her in the body, covering her uncovered body with kisses as he massaged her skin. She felt him slide his hands just a bit further down, kissing and softly bitting her skin. The feelings are overwhelming and the mere foreplay of kissing and massaging is sending shivers down her body. Everything about him was making her go crazy.

- Bucky, please. - he smiled and he kissed back as he let his fingers move down a just little lower. He leaned in and nuzzled into her more.

His thumb pressed over her clit just over her cotton white underwear, rolling it in small and torturously slow motions making her moan. The fabric moistened under his finger making him smirk as he extended his neck to kiss hers.

- You're so wet. - he chuckled as he kissed down her legs and to the laced hem of her underwear. - You wanted me just as much as I wanted you.

- Wait, what are you doing? - she cupped his face, pulling him up.

- I'm gonna eat you out, baby. What does it look like?

- I've never had anyone do that to me before so maybe we could skip it?

- Christopher didn't eat you out? - he chuckled. - No wonder you're so wound up over some over the underwear play. No one is treating you right.

- You really wanna talk exes?

- If you let me eat you out, you won't regret it. - he looked at her waiting for her consent. Y/N weighed out the options and the benefits, mostly considering her memories of when Sadie was at her grandmother's and Bucky brought in flavour of the month Samantha and for the whole week Y/N could hear nothing but loud moaning. She wanted the loud moaning as well so she nodded her head.

Bucky grinned like a devil, kissing down her collarbone all the way to the hem of her underwear. His hands slide inside her underwear, pulling it down her legs and throwing it somewhere into the floor. He kissed the side of her knee, the 2 day old stubble of his unshaved beard burning the skin in a very good manner. His kisses continued down her knee to her calf as he placed her legs on his shoulders and lowered down to her heat. Bucky swore in that moment he could happily die in the middle of her legs happily surrounded by her scent. He kissed and bit the inside of her thighs, definitely leaving marks which would make sure she would never forget. His thumbs spread her wide open and his head fully lowered now, his tongue licking a long yet slow strip up to her clit. The sensation was new for sure, it was nothing like what she had ever felt before and as she was learning to adapt to the new feelings his tongue was causing, he starting suckling on her clit, his tongue ever so slightly teasing the top of it. She gasped in a moan, her hands gripping at his hair.

- Bucky! - she said in between shallow breathes bringing him immense enjoyment that he was causing her. He started eating her out like a starved man, her fluids coating his chin and neck as he went in for another lick before he started to use his fingers. Her nails gripped the sheets.

- Chris didn't treat you like this? - he came back up biting the side of her knee. - I bet not, which is why you're so wet.

- Go back. - she almost pouted and Bucky couldn't say no. He went back down and started suckling on her clit while his fingers pumping in and out of her hole. Her fingers tightened around the sheets and on his hair and she started to see black spots in her vision, she attempted to control her breathe but found herself unable to do so as Bucky's mouth and fingers brought her to orgasm.

Her back fully hit the mattress and she stared at the lights in her bedroom with her mouth softly open as her breathes came out softly. Bucky kissed his way up to the corner of her mouth before fully kissing her, his knee rubbing against her core. She whimpered, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.

- You're good? - he asked, kissing the side of her head.

- I'm good. - her hands made their way to the top of his sweats, trying to pull them down.

- Someone's needy. - he grinned as he helped her shake him out of his sweats and underwear. He grabbed her thighs and put her in positions before grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance. He looked into her eyes once more looking for reassurance before he sheathed himself inside her, groaning as he did so. Her legs wrapped around his hips, helping him bottom out as he leaned towards her to kiss her once more. - Can I move, baby?

- Yes, please.

His hips moved ever so slightly making her moan which was a sign for him to move. His hand held hers and he began to thrust in and out, his balls hitting her bottom as he did. He drowned her moans with a kiss, moving again fast enough to make the headboard hit the wall. The bedroom filled up with their moans and the smell of sex as she reached the her last orgasm of the night. Once Bucky felt her release, he began chasing his own, throwing his head back and groaning. He finished inside of her, ropes of white spilling out from her hole and in the sheets.

He fell to her side and smiled, merely happy to look at the sight of her before the two fell asleep.

(...)

She woke up next morning to the faint chatter and laughter downstairs. She rubbed her eyes, looking at the state of the room. Memories came rushing to her and she couldn't help but slightly smiled as she wrapped herself in her robe and made her way downstairs. Sadie was dressed and was sat at the table eating pancakes while Bucky was nursing a cup of coffee.

- Daddy did your hair, huh? - she said to Sadie as she reached her, noticing her lobbed ponytail. She took the scrunchie off and started to plaid the hair.

- Thank you! - she said through the food she was eating.

- Sleep well? - Bucky asked as he hid a smirk behind his coffee cup.

- I did, did you? Sore? - she asked as she grabbed a cup of coffee herself. - You look a bit blushed still, Sergeant.

- Are you busy this afternoon?

- Depends.

- Reservations downtown at 7?

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Hello can you do the prompt 22. ‘’How can you be so blind?’’ with Ajax Petropolus please :)

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As the tradition followed, cards were distributed to respective students on Valentine's Day morning. Reactions varying from glee to surprise, confusion and disappointment.

You took a subtle glance at Ajax, watching him opening his card. By the surprise on his face, he was not expecting anything. A shy smile curled on his lips as he read the message, followed by a frown when unable to find the identity of the writer. He showed it to Xavier, whispering something, but the psychic shrugged.

‘’Maybe it’s Enid? The paper is pink and written in sparkly gel-pen,’’ you heard Xavier say during lunch.

He and Ajax were sitting together in the quad two tables behind you and you could hear their conversations almost perfectly.

‘’Enid?’’ Ajax sounded unsure. ‘’I don’t know…’’

‘’Or the girl who sits behind you in history? Gorgons are shy. Maybe that’s why she didn’t sign her name.’’

‘’Kendra? That's a good guess!’’

You sighed sadly.

Later in werewolf reproduction class, Ajax sat at his usual seat beside you and slipped you the mysterious card. You thought he had finally figured it out that it was from you, but ended up disappointed the moment he opened his mouth.

‘’Y/N? You’re a girl, right?’’

You rolled your eyes as you took your textbook and opened it to the page indicated on the chalkboard. ‘’According to my birth certificate, yes,’’ you replied with a chuckle.

‘’It’s gonna sound weird but, could you help me decipher who wrote this valentine?’’

Your face dropped, just like your hopes of Ajax reciprocating your feelings.

You faked a smile. ‘’Sure.’’

‘’Xavier thinks it’s Enid, but she put glitter in all the cards she sent this year and this one didn’t have any. You sit beside Kendra in Botany class, right? Do you recognize her handwriting?’’

Boys are so dumb, you decided as you made your way to your dorm to scream into your pillow. Your roommate was on a date with some siren so no one would hear your laments or see you ugly crying over a dumb boy.

Ajax was cute and clueless, but his cluelessness was making you want to put magnifying glasses over his pretty brown eyes so he could see all the hints you've been dropping about your feelings for him. You even tried to ask him out on a date a few times, but he didn't get that you wanted to do that activity with him — only him.

You took a turn to take the stairs that would get you to Ophelia hall and collided with the one person you didn’t want to see.

‘’Sorry!’’ Ajax quickly apologized although you were the one not looking where you were going, too caught up in your frustrations. His hands grabbed your arm before you could kiss the floor.

If you hadn’t been so upset, you would have internally screamed at this rom-com-esque moment.

‘’I…I’m avoiding Bianca. She’s looking for me,’’ he said before you asked any questions.

You drew your eyebrows together in confusion. ‘’Bianca is your...mystery valentine?’’

‘’No!’’ Ajax immediately corrected you, holding his hand. ‘’God, no. She’s looking for Xavier. Not me.’’ He shook his head, laughing awkwardly at the thought of going on a date with Bianca Barclay. She was out of his league and not at all his type. ‘’She tried to make plans with him in hopes to get back together, but he’s not interested in rekindling and went hiding in his art shed. Please, do not tell Bianca where he is.’’

‘’His secret is safe,’’ you promised. ‘’Have you found who your mystery valentine is?’’ You tried to conceal your heartache and kept your voice casual.

He shook his head, visibly disappointed. ‘’No. Unfortunately.’’

The pink card was peaking from his blazer pocket, right over his heart. It almost made you smile.

‘’I even asked Enid, but she didn't—’’

‘’How can you be so blind?’’ you asked out of frustration, the words slipping from your mouth. ‘’It was me who sent you that card. Me. Not Enid. Not the gorgon girl sitting behind you in history. Me.’’

You held your breath, bracing yourself for having your heart crushed, but that's not what happened.

‘’Why didn’t you say anything?’’ Ajax asked, his lips curling into a soft smile, feeling a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders.

‘’I tried — many times —, but you never got the hints. I even used a strawberry scented gel-pen because I know you love strawberries.’’

‘’That's what smelled so good every time I opened the card!‘’

You laughed nervously.

‘’Do you...do you want to go for a walk? It's a lame date, but curfew is in an hour so there's not much to do.‘’

You nodded and Ajax took your hand in his, smiling.

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Omg ur Giyu spicy alphabet was so good and its also got me thinkinnn!!! Would u mind maybe doing some hcs of Giyu’s first time with the reader or maybe go into some more details 😁. Thanks for reading if you get along to it 🤭💗💗

Thank you!!! Also, thank you for sending this in!!

First Time HCs: Tomioka Giyuu

18+ under the cut~

There's been this long running guessing game going on in your head. 'Is Giyuu into me romantically? Is he feeling me?...Is he even interested in romance?' Giyuu was a difficult person to study. Unless you've gotten close to him...which you have not. And he looked like the type where it would take a while.

Unbeknownst to you , Giyuu was also asking the same questions about you. He has been wanting to be closer to you, ever since he felt you aura and your strength. So what held him back? Nervousness. Also, second guessing his feelings and his unlikely approach.

Months go by. Missions pass. Interactions between you both become frequent. At some point, you figured that you were stuck in a silent dance around Giyuu. The anticipation and need to have this beautiful man grew with each interaction. You needed to make the dance have some sound. There was a decision to approach him; boldly, directly, and little confusion on your stance.

"Tomioka, you're a gorgeous man. Each time I see you, I get shy. But I want to get to know you more. I want these romantic feelings to flourish with you."

Giyuu is not only shocked but amazed that you had feelings for him, found him attractive, and had the courage to admit it. His beautiful space blue eyes widened. He stops breathing, just for few seconds. His face is very rosy.

Giyuu wants to run and hide. But,he doesn't. It would possibly hurt your feelings and ruin his chance, with such an amazing person like you. "I.....feel the same.."

And from then on, you two started dating. The new experience is awkward, but cute. That dance is still there, but much more enjoyable.

You get to the point where you desire all of him, naked and inside your core. But, you're unsure how to go about it. He doesn't look the type to be interested in sex. This needed some tact. You've been increasingly flirty each passing day, becoming more bold by the day. Lingering touches, bedroom eyes, complimenting his appearance. One day, You decided to be direct as it worked in your favor last time.

"Giyuu, I desire you. I want to share my body with you. Will you share yours with me?"

Giyuu went stone cold and his face burst into a wild blush. Even his hair stood up. To hear you state that so confidently, with that sexy voice....Giyuu starts shaking a little. Then he stops. And then, he actually runs away. Leaving you flabbergasted.

Well, that did go well at all.

Giyuu, huddled in his room, kept replaying that scene from just moments ago. "Y/n really said that to me...." You were already incredibly sexy. Beautiful eyes, plump lips, cute nose, and amazing hair. Your bountiful body was just as hard hitting. He had already thought about having sex with you, weeks ago. The first thought about feeling your naked body and sliding into you made him shake. He quickly remembers what happened after.

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"Uhh...Tomioka?! You don't look so good. Are you okay?" Tanjiro exclaimed, shook by this sudden action.

Tomioka stopped his tremors, more surprised on how the hell Tanjiro showed up there and when. "'M fine."

Embarassing.

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Tomioka eventually does find you and awkwardly agrees.

"I..yes. Let's do it."

Nervous. His hands are shaky and yours are too. You are both just sitting in front of each other in his bedroom.

Taking the first move, you slowly inch forward and kiss him. He melts onto your mouth. Giyuu adored the feel of your soft. plump lips against his. It relaxes, yet excited him more. He moves his hands to touch you, but awkwardly extends and retracts in hesitation. Damn, he's fucking nervous.

"I wanna try something."

You've never seen this man gawk at anything before. But here he was, mouth agape after you undressed in front of him. And now, his body starts shaking. It makes you freak out.

"Y/n...please..so beautiful...continue.."

"Okay...you undress too."

He hesitates but complies. He starts throwing off his clothes quickly, almost getting stuck a few times during the process. You didn't want to laugh, so you just pursed your lips and stood silent.

Finally he was naked. He felt bare. Vunerable. He slyly moves to cover himself, but you slap his hand away. "You're so sexy."

Getting on your knees, you start to give him a blowjob. Giyuu squeaks a bit in surprise. It was happening so fast! He tried to stifle his moans as you performed. His moans sounded weird to him. But your lips and tongue feels too good lavishing his cock. The spit forming around your mouth was an erotic sight. Giyuu makes the delicious mistake of making eye contact with you and he gets so self-conscious. He quickly adverts his eyes.

To hide his embarassment, Giyuu suggests switching.

"Let me pleasure you"

Tomioka goes down on you. You tasted...fleshy with a bit of twang. He doesn't mind it. It's extraordinarily pleasing to his ears when you moan, it makes him dizzy. The contortions of your body egg him on to lick and suck your labia and clit more. But, you wanted him in your mouth again.

"Giyuu, let's try to 69."

"....69?"

Tomioka doesn't know what that is. But once you two try it, he gets really into it. It makes him more confident and hungry to eat you.

If you have any tattoos, Giyuu becomes obsessed. He loves the colors on your dark skin. He will trace the design as he caresses you.

The inside of you feels like the final victory. Two parts connecting at a loving core. So wet and hot. He feels like crying, but he doesn't.

This feeling was addicting. Giyuu thrust slowly, with such sensuality it makes you kick your feet and scrunch your eyebrows. He could go faster, and he could sense that you wanted him to. But he doesn't. Your body needed to be savored like his favorite meal.

Giyuus' eyes gloss over, as if he was in a sexually induced trance.

As he gets close, he starts chanting your name. You feel yourself getting close too. The momentum was building, his tempo slightly speeding up.

"On my stomach...!"

You finish first, convulsing as you yell out Giyuu's name in absolute pleasure. He pulls out, painting your stomach with his cum.

So much cum too, he covers more than half your stomach. You look down wide eyed at how much he's deposited. "....Amazing!" ,

Ahhhh don't say that!! Now he's embarrassed.....again. Tomioka thought he would have been over the shyness by now. He covers it up by making out with you, sliding his tongue in and out of your lovely mouth.

As much as you loved kissing him, the mountain of his seed was starting to become uncomfortable. It was sliding off your stomach onto your sides and the sheets on the bed.

"Giyuu. I need the bathroom."

You come back and lay next to him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You both slowly drift off to sleep.

But before you could officially close your eyes, you caught him smiling to himself when he thought you were already sleep.

Sometime after your lovemaking, which continued throughout the rest of the day, you spend the next few days getting presents from Giyuu.

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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 Part 3: Self-Sabotage

Sometimes, plans are too good to be true. Sometimes, plans are exactly what they seem to be. And sometimes, plans have good intentions- but they end up causing nothing but chaos.

Tags/Warnings: mc continues to hate kook, kook hates her too but also maybe not??, Angst, enemies to ???, past regrets, miscommunication!!, Fluff?, slow burn, sugar daddy Jungkook vibes, minor age gap, there's tension but this time not the good kind

Length: ~2.5k.

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Relationships.. aren't really your cup of tea.

With one of your exes in jail, the other one on a restraining order, and the newest hopefully still back at living with his mom somewhere in America, you've really had enough up to this point in time. You've gotten cheated on, gotten cheated on again, and guess what- cheated on once more. It's like you can't keep a guy entertained with you- and so when Park Jimin sits in front of you, asking you out on a date- your answer is pretty clear right from the start.

Or maybe it isn't really as straightforward as you'd like it to be.

"Can I ask why not?" Jimin asks, taking a sip from his coffee across from you. You'd suspected something like that might happen- after all, Jimin had never been one to hide his attraction to someone. And you were quite flattered, to say the least- he was a model after all. Any girl would feel their ego boosted to be wanted by a man like him, plastered all over billboards and displayed in numerous magazines all across the world. He's a sight to behold- and maybe that's what intimidates you the most about him.

He's similar to Jungkook in that department. There's a sense of.. not being enough on your part. Like you'd have to compete for the rest of your life if you were to try and spend it at his side.

"I.. I'm not sure. I feel like it would be unfair to you to say yes when I honestly haven't ever thought of it." You shrug, unsure how to quite explain your reasonings when you're not even sure of them yourself. "I'm not that.. I don't really know how to date properly. And right now, I'm also not looking for anything." You say, and he nods.

"Well, it doesn't have to be anything set in stone." He shrugs. "We can just spend time together, you know? Doesn't have to have any strings attached." He tries, though he deep down already knows that you'll decline.

"No, I mean, I'm not searching for anything right now." You say, and he smiles.

"Honestly figured. So you and Jungkook, huh?" He asks, and you almost choke on your cookie you've been attempting to eat, not having expected to have that name be dropped all of a sudden, especially not in that context. "Hey, you can't blame rumors from spreading. Something like this doesn't stay low-key with a guy like Jungkook at your side." He jabs playfully, though you're visibly confused.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You ask, voice raising in pitch at your complete confusion. "I'm not going out with him. And neither are we fooling around." You tell him, weirdly enough getting a little shy at the last bit of your sentence, as you remember the almost phone-sex-escapade you both have had a few weeks prior.

"Oh?" Jimin seems amused now, leaning back in his chair. "I must've misunderstood something then, last meeting I had. Staff at the company building was chattering like a cat watching a fly on the window." He says, raising his shoulders before letting them drop back down, clearly entertained at watching you squirm in frustration over whatever the hell those nosy women have started to make up.

"As if!" You scoff. "Jungkook and me, yeah, funny." You huff, slumping down in your chair, arms crossed.

"Why not?" Jimin asks, now genuinely interested. He's always wondered why you both seem to ignore each other to such a degree there's clearly something going on between the two of you, and it doesn't take a genius to see that. "I mean, you're pretty close, aren't you?" He wonders, and you don't react for a moment.

"I don't know." You say. "One moment he's super sweet, perfect guy, and then Boom! Asshole, makes me wanna gauge my eyes out." You say, a little agitated. "He makes fun of me and he's just in over his head all the time. Mister perfect, acting like I'm some sort of peasant.." You complain under your breath, making Jimin giggle across from you.

"Sounds like someone's got a crush." He snickers.

"Do not!" You bark back, feeling insulted. "It's more like a-… big brother kind of thing. I don't know. He's annoying." You try and justify.

"Huh." The older guy hums. "Sweet home Alabama~" He sings under his breath to tease you, and you kick after his shin underneath the table, almost hitting your own knee in the process.

"Shut up, park!" You say, before your phone vibrates. "God, can't I get a break today!" You almost yell, seeing that the guy you just had a conversation about was calling you. You pick it up without hesitating much however, ready to tear him a new one. "What do you want-"

"I need you to come to my office, asap. Where are you right now?" He asks, cutting you off. The tone of his voice makes you snap right out of your headspace you'd been in just seconds ago, the seriousness in it making you nervous- but you give him the location of the cafe anyways. "I'll send you a cab. I'll see you in a few." He tells you, before he hangs up, not leaving any room for you to argue.

"Mister perfect?" Jimin asks, but you don't respond to his teasing as you pull out your wallet to give him a couple of bills.

"It sounded kind of serious. Here's my cut of the bill-" You say, before putting your stuff together, laptop barely fitting into the worn out bag you carry around. "-good lord please let it just be something stupid like he got some prostitute pregnant-"

"How's that a 'just'-" Jimin argues amused, but you simply raise your arms before slipping into your coat.

"I don't know!" You tell him, taking the last sip of your hot chocolate, leaning over to kiss his cheek shortly after downing your treat. "I'm sorry I have to book it, I'll see you Friday?" You ask, and Jimin just smiles fondly, correcting the collar of your blouse for you.

"Of course." He says-

and you don't notice him look after you for a while, for as long as he can see you before you get into the cab and leave.

Well- at least he tried, he tries to comfort himself.

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"there you are. Sorry you had to wait, the meeting lasted longer than I thought." Jungkook says, holding the glass door to his office open for you, black button up shirt undone the first few, silver watch on his wrist catching the light a little. "Come in. Did I pull you away from something?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

Whenever he's dressed like this, and in this kind of environment, it reminds you of how different you both are. You write books for a living- you don't even own formal wear like that, and it makes the age difference between you both sometimes more obvious than other times. Right now, it's pretty evident- with your simple dress and somewhat dirty boots, you look like you still study at some university, while he, dressed in slacks and all clean and mature, definitely looks his age.

It makes you feel a little.. small.

"No- well, a little, but it's fine, honestly." You shrug, sitting down on the small black leather sofa he's got secluded from his main desk as he sits down on it first, hand gesturing for you- the gesture making you notice the silver rings he's wearing today. Jungkook has always liked jewelry, you noticed. With his Numerous piercings, he's always been one to freely express himself, be it with them or his body ink you've briefly seen here and there, but never in full. "Jimin kind of asked me out, and it was super awkward, but that's not important right now-" You start, but he shakes his head, arms crossed and fabric of his black shirt straining around his biceps.

May god have mercy on you.

"It actually is. Did you say yes?" He wonders, and you look at him with confusion.

"Why's that relevant? You gonna hook me up in some fifty shades of grey kind of contract or something?" You wonder, but he doesn't seem to bite the teasing bait you throw him this time- so you drop your attempt. "I said no." You answer, and he nods.

"Alright." He says, internally a little (a lot) relieved at your answer, before he sighs, running a hand over his face. "One of those gossip websites online has leaked photos of the company event we went to. I guess you can already see where this is going." He assumes, and you groan.

"Nooo-" You whine. "Really?" He nods somberly. "Fuck me.!" You complain, and he snickers a bit to himself.

Gladly, he thinks to himself. But right now, there's not really a good moment for jokes like that.

"I'm sorry." You apologize, and he looks at you confused. "You always take me to these things, and I got so.. comfortable with it I guess I lost touch with how dangerous it has been all along for you and stuff." You mumble quietly, looking down at your knees. "I bet we can't just say we're not a couple and they'll just let it go?" You wonder, and he looks at you with a gaze you're not sure what to think of.

"What if we simply don't?" He asks. You look at him wide eyed. You wish you could read his thoughts in moments like these, when he simply offers a glimpse of what's going on in his head, but never enough for you to figure out his plans entirely.

"Huh?" You ask because of that, and he shrugs as an answer.

"What if we say we are a thing?" He asks, and in a way, you want to say no, because where the hell does he even get the idea from in the first place?

"But why?" You question him, and he uncrosses his legs, taking up a little more space as his arms unravel, hands clasped together as his forearms rest on his knees.

"It's a lot to ask, I know." He confesses. "But it would honestly help me tremendously. Mainly in getting those cheap paparazzi off my dick with their constant surveillance and need for money in order to keep silent." He reveals.

"So you want be to be your.. girlfriend so they stop following you around?" You ask, he nods.

"At it's core, yes." He tells you. He doesn't want to bombard you with anything more than that right now, well aware that too much at once can scare you off like a traumatized pet.

"huh." You hum out loud, thinking about it. Well- would it be so bad? It would also get any guy off of you as well, helping you in focusing more on your work and less on having to try and always make sure no publisher you get into contact with feels as if they have a chance to get closer to you than on a professional level. So in a way, it's beneficial for you both, isn't it? "Alright. Cool." You nod, and he looks surprised for a second.

"You sure?" He asks, and you nod.

"Yeah, I'm alright with that." You tell him, stretching your legs for a second before you lift the strap of your worn down bag back over your shoulder. "Is that all?" You ask, and he nods.

"Yeah." He offers as an answer, before you stand up and walk out the room.

Leaving him behind, unsure of what really just happened.

Unsure if you really understood what he was asking you.

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Something you've not really thought of was, that with Jungkook now tied to your name, there was a lot of demand from you.

Not only private information (that was taken care of by him and his company basically, having taken weeks to make sure you were under the best online and offline security there is), but also your work. It didn't take long for the public to find out that you were an author- several of your novels having sold out unexpectantly overnight.

And in a way, it's a slap to your face.

You should be happy, and deep down, you are. Your works are finally reaching more people than ever- but it also makes you hate Jungkook again. Because this victory doesn't feel earned. It feels.. almost pitiful. Anything you're gonna release now will always be under the wing of his popularity, taking away any feeling of accomplishment you've been able to feel in the past.

Maybe you've not thought this through. Maybe all of this wasn't really truly worth it after all- but it's done now, no way to turn back. The only thing you can do in this moment is what you do best: hide away. Something you're a pro at, as pathetic as that sounds.

So when Jungkook calls you, you ignore it. There's no use in talking to him, and he never has anything nice to say to you at all anyways, so why bother. He's just gonna mock you or something, and right now, your ego is just too fragile to take that.

His texts go unanswered. You don't wanna know what he's got to say, you don't wanna read what he might be trying to tell you. It won't change anything.

Friday comes and goes. You just don't feel in the mood for it- rather staying in bed all day, ignoring life and even your own body because why would you care about cooking food for yourself when you could rather simply sleep the day away. Your books are selling, you don't need to rush out anything new for the time being- it'll all be fine.

Jimin asks where you are. Of course he does- he probably wants to know the newest gossip you've got, or he might be missing your snacks you bring over every time you watch a movie together. But he's got Jungkook and Tae at his house, probably. He'll be fine- he won't even notice you're not there.

Saturday goes by in a blur. You don't even remember eating anything- only a headache from sleeping the entire day away, some meds you flushed down with some water to combat it all before going to bed yet again, never changing out of your pyjamas, especially once your period hits of all things. And now? It's sunday, 6 in the morning, and you're wide awake, sitting in front of your laptop on your desk, scrolling through the massive reviews to your works online, some websites and blogs even writing full on articles about them. But it doesn't do anything. It doesn't make you feel anything.

None of those positive comments is able to lift your mood.

While he's left behind, wondering what went wrong.

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Woman in Red Ch. 6/?

Chapter 6: Not Yet Daylight

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Sex toys, sex furniture, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!) squirting, overstimulation, Creampie

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 6: Not Yet Daylight

A huge canopy bed of black coated steel dominates the room. It looks custom made for the space and like it could hold at least 4 people comfortably. The wall behind is painted black with a mural of the cosmos that oozes out onto the ceiling. There are tiny reflectors embedded into the painting, giving it an otherworldly feel. There are two doors opposite the wall of floor to ceiling windows. There is another fluffy rug on the floor and something strappy hanging in the corner from the ceiling. There is a black leather piece at the end of the bed. Is it furniture? Art? It is reminiscent of a fainting couch, only it’s not flat anywhere. It’s contoured high on one end and lower on the other, with a dip in the middle.

“Sit,” she points to the oddly shaped item.

Austin looks at it, trying to decide where to sit, before tentatively perching on the curve of the low end. Guess it’s furniture then. He watches in silence as she wanders to her bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a black rolled up bundle. She unrolls it on the end of the bed, revealing a modest collection of toys in a microfiber towel. There are a couple dildos, a vibrator or two, a bottle of lube and a small vibrator type thing that looks like it’d fit in the palm of her hand.

Aya watches his face as he takes in her bedroom. He sees, but doesn’t seem to recognize the sex swing in the corner. She watches him sit on the edge of her Tantra Chair, not really sure what he was sitting on. His eyebrow lifts as she unveils some of her toys. She had no worries about his prowess, he’d already shown he had skill and if the current state of his cock was anything to judge from, he was well on his way to proving his stamina. Really, she just liked having her favorites at hand.

“Aya, won’t need-”, her finger on his lips interrupts his train of thought.

“I like options, that’s all,” she says, “and maybe they’re not all for me.” she winks. “I DO have a strap on, if you are interested.” She turns to go back to the drawer.

Austin grabs her wrist quickly, stopping her.

“Uh, n-, no thank you, not now,” he bites his lip, unsure of how to respond. Fuck, he’d not been ready to think about that. The idea of her playing at all with his ass was hot and nerve wracking all at once. How is it that she throws these curve balls at him while also being irresistibly sexy?

Aya just had to poke fun with a little pegging tease when she saw his shy self popping up. “Ok, we’ll put a pin in that,” she makes a poking gesture with her thumb and forefinger.

“Not tonight we won’t,” he says smiling, his abs contracting for a laugh.

She giggles when she realizes her unintended innuendo.

How is it that he can be so masterfully sexy and powerful, yet so boyish and absolutely adorable?

Smiling, her manicured hand gently presses into his chest and he scoots back into the dip of the chair. His legs fall to either side of the chaise. His legs are low to the floor and the tall part of the chaise cradles his back. Flowing like a cat, she positions herself in his lap, straddling him like a fucking motorcycle. He suddenly sees the possibilities inherent in this piece. It's like it was made for sex. Of course it was made for sex, he corrects himself. It’s in Aya’s bedroom, everything about her was made for sex.

Aya watches his eyes dart around the chaise as he realizes what he’s sitting on. His eyes fall back to hers and she smiles knowingly. This was her favorite purchase for her bedroom. It’s been a long time since she brought anyone to this bedroom. She had almost forgotten how much she loves this thing. She slides herself into position and his dick is thick against his stomach, twitching and ready. She grinds her wet pussy against his lower shaft, hands behind her on the lower curve for support and leverage

Austin’s view between their legs is gratuitous, her labia seemingly grasping at his shaft as she moves in circles. The curves of the chair make the angle of their hips perfect. He presses his hips up to her, pumping against her, coating himself in her slick. She is soaked and he can smell it. It’s maddening. God he wants to feel her hot and tight around him. Strike that, he needs to feel it. Nevermind that he had just had her an hour and a half ago, nevermind too, the amazing way she sucked his cock not 30 minutes ago. ‘Here and now’, his desire states and his cock greedily agrees. His arms wrap around her back, pulling her body to his.

“Come here, let me fuck that beautiful pussy.” He murmurs, lips against her neck. He nips at her skin, sucks, nips again.

It’s like magic, this room, the Tantra chair, the music,the lighting, Austin; sexy, horny magic. Aya’s hips are doing a spell of their own. They are teasing the fuck out of him by rolling around his swollen tip with her engorged clit. She wonders how long she can tease him until he just can’t stand it anymore. Leaning forward, she holds his face, palms on his jaw and tilts his gorgeous face up. Bent over him, she captures his mouth. Her tongue is demanding, dipping into his mouth, sucking his full lip. Fuck he is so hot.

“I like that dirty mouth of yours. Tell me filthy things Austin,” she stares into his blown pupils rimmed with blue. “Tell me what you want to do to this beautiful pussy.”

The friction is intoxicating; the friction of her tongue on his lip and of her pussy against his cock. Austin swallows thickly when he hears her words. For a moment he’s reluctant to speak. As he looks at her dark eyes, her lips wet with their mingled saliva, his hesitation falls away. Words come to his lips unbidden, unfiltered, uncontrolled.

“I want to watch my cockhead stretch those plump lips,” his fingertips trace long lines down each side of her pussy, “to watch these soft, pink lips swallow me, centimeter by hot fucking centimeter. I want to feel every inch of your skin react as I go deep,” two fingers slip into her. His eyes drift up her body to bore into her own.

“I want to feel you clench around me over and over as a litany of obscene sounds pour from you,” he curls his fingers to brush on the spongy tissue just behind her pubic bone. A shaky little moan puffs from her mouth, parting her lips.

“I want your every cell to be drunk on me as I pound into your hot cunt,” each /t/ deliberate and percussive on his tongue. His fingers slide in and out. Austin leans forward, his plush lips centimeters from her own.

“I want you filled to the brim with my cum. So much so that when I pull away from your blissed-out, quivering sex, I can watch my cum dribbling out,” he slowly withdraws his fingers, wet with her desire. A breathy peep escapes her lips.

As she listens to his baritone voice rumble out his descriptive narrative, Aya’s breath comes shorter accompanied by little sounds. His dirty mouth coupled with his sure fingers quickly send all thoughts of teasing him to fall by the wayside. She fucking wants him, wants everything he just described and she wants it right now.

He is leaning closer, his lips about to brush her own. Then his fingers are between them and pushing into her mouth. Her tongue licks eagerly up between his fingers, pushing them apart, sucking her juices from them. She holds his hand in both of hers, automatically moving her head back and forth. Eyes closed, she luxuriates in the texture of his fingerprints gliding over her tongue.

Austin’s mouth falls open in a little ‘o’ and his forehead crinkles as he watches. Her tongue wrangles his fingers, engrossing them with its soft velvet feel. God she is good with her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes out, barely audible, “fuckin’ like that.” He’d not expected having his fingers sucked could be so erotic.

He removes his fingers with a little pop from her mouth, leans back and pulls her pussy lips apart, guiding his cock to her opening.

He has the perfect vantage point to see how much he is stretching those inner lips. He watches the strain on her clit from his pushing cock and from his pulling fingers.

Aya leans back on her hands against the small curve, her eyes roll back in her head.Glottal ughs and ohs stream from her, obscene sounds indeed. Pushing with her legs, she rises and falls on him slowly, savoring every inch of him.

“I’zat what chu needed, darlin’?” his voice dangerously melty and accented as he watches the sumptuous view of his cock appearing and disappearing, in and out, in and out.

“Uh huh” she whines, not even registering the pet name. The slowness, the sensations around her clit make her slowly climb towards climax.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognizes that this sex they are having is definitely not first date sex. This is the kind of sex that you have when you’ve already started to know someone and thus far nothing has started driving you crazy. The kind of sex where you know your bodies and minds work well together, where you’ve not yet explored everything and you are excited to see what might happen this time. It’s been a long, long time since she had this kind of sex. Every red flag should be going off in her brain, every alarm buzzing. It should be nerve wracking to her, but she can't bring herself to give it creedance. It’s just so good.

“Oh that’s fucking gorgeous,” he says, mostly to himself. He wants to see her lose it, to watch her pussy as she creams all over this thick dick. He reaches out his hand, pushing his thumb into her mouth. She moans and sucks it, loving having anything in her mouth. He withdraws it wet and slides it onto her clit. He is still holding her lips apart, as he lightly grazes her nub.

Aya’s legs nearly come out from under her at his soft touch. Zings fire over and over again from his oscillating thumb straight to her core. His thumb pushes harder and he lets go of her labia. His hand palms her breast, then pulls and rolls her nipple between his fingers.

“I want to watch this pussy cum all around my cock’,” his voice is low and soft, “will you do that for me?” The hint at possession in his voice should have pinged her anxiety.

“Just keep fucking me Austin,” she moans.

“Yes Ma’am,” the look in his eye speaks volumes. He takes over with slow thrusts. His every move is measured and sensuous. It’s torturous and beautiful.

He can feel her pussy tighter and tighter each time she grips his cock. Her breath betrays the immediacy of her orgasm. Most would be tempted to speed up, but he thumbs her clit steadily, fucks her cunt invariably, pulls her nipple persistently.

Her head falls back and her mouth falls open in a groan. Her back contracts into an arch.

He watches as his cock and balls are bathed in her cum, juices running in little rivulets down his shaft and into the patch of his pubic hair.

“Yeah, that’s it, fuck yeah,” his voice is sonorous and sexy. “Give it all to me.”

She shakes and shivers, her orgasm coursing through her like a slow waterfall.

He stops his stimulation of her, taking in her gorgeous form. She looks fucking delectable under him. As she begins to regain her breath.

“That was delicious Austin,” she says in a tone gratitude. She begins to sit up and scoot away from him.

“Oh I am not done with you,” he intones. His hands dive under her ass and pull. “You told me to keep fucking you, that you would wear me out,” he growls in her ear, “ and as I recall I said I would take you over and over all night long.” He nods to the windows, “I don’t see the sun and I’m nowhere near tired yet. If there is one thing you need to know about me, Aya, it’s that I’m a man of my word.” The look in his eye is positively devilish as he pins her shoulders against the leather and drives back into her.

Typically, ss he is ever the gentleman, he’d have to hold himself up during sex like this. Sometimes in a plank, sometimes sort of an all-fours deal to get that good angle. He never had a problem with it, even when pounding into them. His exercise habits have extra perks, not just keeping him camera ready. Holding that position for long times does fatigue him faster though. It dawns on him that with the curve he is sitting on, he can easily push his cock into her using his legs as well as his glutes and holding himself up is a nonissue at this angle. He really could do this all night.

A feral smile crosses his face. He reaches over and grabs the little palm toy and presses it into her hand. “Show me,” he growls.

His voice is deep, imposing and so salacious as it pours over her ears, reminding her of their promises; such mind fuckery. When he holds her down and thrusts into her, her eyes go big then her face contorts in pleasure as he moves in and out of her. When he presses her clit sucker into her hand she knows that all the pussy eating, cock sucking and fucking of the past few hours were all just warm ups, appetisers. They have arrived now at the main course, and she is here for it.

Her lip curls deviously and she licks her lips as she turns on the toy and presses it between them. The toy on her clit hums, sucking and releasing. Her feet move onto the high curve on either side of his trim waist giving her leverage. God he feels so amazing inside her. When he starts pumping in and out of her in earnest, her pussy starts going wild. Her mind wants to narrate, wants to tell him how god damned good it feels. But the pathway to her mouth is short circuited by the buzz and suck on her clit and push and pull of his dick. She begins several words but completes none of them, “fu- O gaw- ye- shi- goo.” Luckily, she registers none of it as her whole body is coiling more and more tense, blood pumping so hard she can feel it in her ears. Then it hits her like lightning. Her orgasm slams into her, intense and deep.

He wraps his hands on her hips, gripping tight as leans forward a little so he can plunge into her harder. Her head falls back as she lays back her tits bouncing in opposing circles with his thrusts.The partial words and screaming moans only serve to make her sound deliciously demented. Her pussy is fluttering around his cock. The muscles in her neck strain and cord. Red engulfs her face and she is screaming. At first it’s a high pitched ‘ya ya ya’ then it descends into a throaty bellow. She heaves in a breath, the nonwords flow out of her as her eyelids tremble in pleasure. At her utter climax, her legs shoot straight, shoving herself nearly off and onto the floor. It’s all he can do to keep her from braining herself, much less to keep himself inside her. Not one to surrender, he pushes two fingers inside her, finger fucking her ferociously. He’s never seen a woman go this hard on an orgasm, but he’ll be damned to just sit by and watch. She is writhing, twisting, curling, aching all the while holding the little toy and his fingers hostage between her legs.

She is fucking gone, has abandoned her psyche to the raging. Cumming, orgasm, climax… none are strong enough for the hurricane of sensations coursing through her nervous system right now. Her back stiffens and the flood gates open. Sweet sticky fluid gushes from her pussy and all over his hand, waterfalling over the leather and dripping onto the floor. Her screaming borders full on wailing. Thank the gods there are literally no neighbors.

He takes the toy from her hand, panting at his own effort and turns it off. Her face is blissed out, rolling shakes undulate her spine in aftershocks. He leans back, pulling her rag-doll form into his chest.

“Shhhhh,” he holds her, petting her head. He is a little worried that she may have had some kind of epileptic episode.

She seems to hover above herself for a few minutes until her breathing begins to bring her back into her body. She starts to feel the sensations of the floor beneath her feet, the sodden buzzing of her pussy, the warmth of his body next to hers, the gentle stroke of his hand on her hair.

Wait, is he cuddling her?

“Whoa,” is all she can manage to get out. It’s a response to both her orgasmic experience and his aftercare.

“Hey, you ok? Back with me now?” he says softly.

She nods slowly, lifting her head to look into his eyes. Blue pools that crinkle at the corners when she smiles up at him.

“Aya, that was… damn I don’t think I have the words.” Austin shakes his head.

“It’s been a long time since that happened,” she has a half smile on her face. She blows out a big breath, “Thank you Austin.” She sits up with an audible humming sigh. It’s now that she notices his cock is still rock fucking hard. Her head tilts to the side. she had assumed he’d climaxed too.

“Did, uh, did you take a viagra or something?” She looks at him with questioning eyes. “Not that I’m judging or anything, I just figured that’d be uh…gone after that session.”

He looks down shyly, shaking his head.

“No, I just uh… didn’t… cum, that’s all.” He is so fucking cute as shy boy.

“Oh, so this is all you,” her fingertips lightly make their way up his shaft, “still being turned on.”

“Well,” he sucks in his breath, “watching you cum like that was fucking hot.”

“I do so hate to leave a man in such a state,” she pets his cock up and down.

“Aya, it’s ok, I know my body and a third time in a night can um.. take me a lot to get there.” he explains.

“Oh, that sounds like a potentially rewarding undertaking.” Her thumb rubs tiny circles in the precum welling from his tip.

His brows furrow slightly, his body and mind in contention. “I..,I”. His hips betray him, pressing forward, “I don’t want you to feel used or anything after you just… I can uh, take care of it myself. You don’t… have… to…” the sentence falling off as she brings her thumb to her mouth, coated in his pre-cum.

“Mmmmm,” she sucks the viscous gel off her thumb, not taking her eyes off his. After the out of body orgasm she just had, she didn’t think she’d be so turned on so quickly. But there is just something magnetic about Austin sitting there with a hard dick, being all thoughtful and gentlemanly.

“Answer me honestly,” she says low, with a gleam in her eye, “are you worn out?”

He shakes his head, licking his lower lip.

Aya glances over her shoulder at the large windows.

“Do you see daylight?” she asks.

Again he shakes his head, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Do you still want to see your cum dripping from me?” she says the word ‘dripping’ as though it were a groan in and of itself.

He takes in a shaky breath and nods his head, brows furrowed.

“Austin,” she says quietly, cocking an eyebrow, “then stop being sweet and fuck me, believe me, I can take it.”

Holy crap, is she part succubus or just insatiable? His cock seems to get impossibly harder and something in him shifts at her words. With an inhale his mouth is on hers, fierce and demanding. Without thinking about what he is doing, he stands up with her in his arms. Her legs tighten around his waist. Their mouths are still locked together. He shuffles the few steps to the back of the chair and puts her down on the high curve. He threads his hand into her hair at the nape of her neck. He didn't think his desire for her could increase, especially after all the other sex they’d had tonight, but it wells up in him intensely.

“Aya,” his deep voice comes out shaky, “remind me of your safeword again?”

“Why, Austin,” the corners of her mouth curl slightly.

“Because I am going to fuck you so hard and so long and in case you need to me to stop…” He is trying so hard to be good. His leg is shaking with the effort of not ravaging her.

He watches through hooded eyes as she calmly reaches over to the bed and grabs the lube from the black towel. Better to get a little insurance now then be sore later. She gets a palmful and turns back to him.

“It’s Newfoundland,” she slides her hand between her legs, coating her opening. He breathes out a lust-filled ‘oh’. She then wraps her lubed hand around his hard cock, “and I won’t need it,” she strokes down.

Austin’s breath catches in a groan from the back of his throat as she coats him.

“Oh hoh hoh,” he half grunts out. He is just reacting now, no planning, no thought, just acquiescence to his deepest urges. He reaches across her chest to her opposite shoulder and pulls. She twists in place and his hand is on her back, bending her over the tall side of the Tantra Chair. His cock needs no help and slams home into her. Her back arches and her head is thrown back. He doesn't even register her squeal. He catches her shoulder in his big hand, holding her in that position. Over and over he pounds into her, one hand pressing on her sacrum, holding her down, the other as an anchor point to his thrusts.

Aya’s grin is deviant as he flips her around. When he slams deep into her, it hits her cervix and makes her jerk back, squealing. Then his hands are locked onto her and he drives into her. She knew when she saw the look in his eye that she was in for it. It’s nearly perfect.

She wants just that little bit more restraint, little less control. She reaches back, offering him her arms. Taking the hint, he grabs her wrists and binds them together on her low back with his long fingered hands. Her lubed hand smears on her crack. He uses his grip as leverage to fuck her harder still. The stability of the chair gives him leave to practically lift her from it with each stroke.

“Like that? Is that what you want?” his voice hisses behind her ear. She whines and nods. She nearly expected him to spit out something like ‘deviant little slut’ or ‘voracious cockwhore’. The fact that she was proudly both a deviant slut and a voracious cockwhore wouldn’t make him call her out on it though. He was too much of a good guy, she was surprised that she got him to this point, honestly. She was learning just how intense Austin could be.

“Fu-uck yeah, s-so good,” her voice staccato with his thrusts urges him on. He’s never let THIS loose with a woman. Had he been in his usual mind, he would be asking what the hell he was doing. But his mind was on fire with passion, with the need to simply take her. He pummels her pussy. The slap of skin and the squelch of the lube and her juices around his cock are the only sounds for a few minutes. His breath begins to bear traces of becoming ragged. Little drops of perspiration fall from his forehead gleaming like diamonds on her ass.

She can feel all of her nerve endings seemingly condensing deep inside. Pressure getting tighter and tighter with each maniacal thrust he gives her. Sound burst from between her lips.

“Bwah, AUs-tin oh oh oh fuck I’m- “

His grip on her wrists tightens as her internal muscles start to pulsate around him. Her nerve endings fold inside out before ripping apart, bursting and cascading over her entire body. She screams, pinned, despite her serpentine movements, underneath his relentless thrusting. She cums, and cums and cums and still he doesn't stop fucking her.

She is so fucking gorgeous, all wandering curves and slickness on his cock., Her sex noises, grunts, moans, screams are made with complete abandon and utterly shameless. It’s so fucking hot, he just can’t slow down. When her pussy clamps down on his ramming cock his fucking of her becomes primal. Her ass shakes as she cums. He is grunting and groaning, harder and harder he pounds her. He is lost in her quivering cunt, his hips blurring with the strength of his desire. Finally, after who knows how long, it reaches fever pitch. He lets go of her wrists and grabs fistfulls of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. In almost a mimic of her thrashing, his thrusts become erratic, his grunts become a bellow which becomes a roar. His balls are mashed against her clit as he tries to get even deeper into her.

Suddenly all is sinfully still as his big cock injects his cum into her so fucking deep.

He releases his breath in a huge groan. He shivers as air gasps past his throat.

“God, Aya, you are fucking amazing,” his hands shake as they slide over her damp back.

“Me?” she lets out a puffing little laugh, “tha’ was all you,” a tremor runs through her.

“Heh heh heh” his chuckle is spine tingling. He wants to see his handiwork, “You ready to show me?”

She nods.

“Spread those legs and push that ass back to me.” Austin stays buried to the hilt in her as she complies.

“Reach back here and pull these cheeks apart,” he instructs. She follows.

“Ok, here we go,” he pulls out slowly, both of them heightened, quivering, gasping.

He squats behind her, spreading her lips with his fingers as his creamy white cum winks into sight. He is fucking turned on… again.

“Oh my god that is beautiful. Your pussy is all swollen and red and my cum is dripping out.”

He dips his finger in his cum, then gently rubs along her red lips.

“Oh Austin,” she moans, “you gottta-”

With a wicked smile that she can’t see, he flutters his finger against her clit.

-fuuuuuck.” She clenches down, more of his cum drips out and onto his wrist.

“Oh yeah?” he slowly slides two fingers inside her dripping cunt, his thumb on her clit.

“Oh, Oh, Oh” each syllable accompanied by a jerking of her hips.

He brings his fingers and thumb towards each other, her pubic bone in between.

‘What. The. Fuck.’ she thinks. She is all shivery and shaky on his delicate fingers. The sensations vastly different from his hard fucking just mintues before. She hardly knows what to make of it. She both wants more and wants him to stop.

“St– st– oh gah gah gahd” she is inarticulate.

“You want me to stop?” his words are close and hot on her ear as he bends over her back.

She nods and shakes her head, nods and shakes her head.

“You know what to say…” he leaves the words hanging.

Her whole body shakes as he gently milks her cunt. She squirms up and over the curve of the chaise, leaving a trail of cum on the leather. Her body is trying to get away from his persistent fingers, but she just can’t say it.

He stands and wraps his arm around her waist, high-centering her on the top of the curve.

“One word, and I’ll stop…” his fingers move faster.

Fuck it’s so good, dammit it’s so tortuous.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, No, No, No, YEEEEEEESSSSSS!” She wails. Unbelievably she is cumming on his fingers again.

But he doesn’t stop.

“FUCK AUSTIN!” she just can’t.

He keeps fingering her.

“FUCK OK OKOKOK watermelon, Waterford, fuck!” her mind is totally blanking on her safe word.

“No, I don’t think that’s right,” he presses in harder, rubbing deeper.

Her spine flails, he has to cinch down on her waist with all he had to keep her from falling to the floor.

“NEWFOUNDLAND!! “ she finally screams. “Fucking Newfoundland!!”

“There it is,” he murmurs as he withdraws his fingers, he loves making a woman cum, but she was exceptional.

Her breath is heaving, she is contorted and practically upside down.

“Come here,” he rolls her into his arms and sits on the floor, his back against the chair.

She is in overwhelm, clinging to him like a life raft. He just holds her.

Breath is the only thing that passes between them for several minutes.

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dribs-and-drabbles · 1 year

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Palm is not to be underestimated

This might be a common understanding but I haven't been able to stop thinking about how Palm is being shown as shy, tentative, a fish out of water (pun intended)...and yet there have been quite a few hints as to something deeper to his character.

At the end of ep 1, Neungdiao challenges Palm on the rooftop, getting him to admit he's been sent there to protect Neungdiao and then asking if he's capable of the task:

Palm may have looked unsure when he answered, "It's my job, I'll find a way to do it well," but my guess is that Palm is more than well-equipped for the role. In fact, despite his appearances as a 'humble fisherman', I think he's been well trained and prepared for this kind of role - whether that's specifically for Neungdiao or just in general - and if his fear and submission in the face or mere mention of his father is anything to go by, I think the training may have been dealt with a hard hand either from/by his father or by others close to him.

First, Palm knows his way around a gun (and we'll see him able to shoot exceptionally well in ep 3):

He also has very good fighting and defence training, and has the mindset to expect the unexpected in all environments:

His instinct in the car is to protect his charge and look towards the danger, just as his father does in the front seat, instead of cower and protect himself as might be natural for someone if they were 'just' a fisherman:

And his automatic body language in front of his actual boss, Tanya, is exactly like his father - a kind of formal stance.

Which is very different to when it's just them:

So far, Palm doesn't adopt this position around Neungdiao when away from his father and Tanya even though Palm says Neungdiao is his boss...but I would watch out for it in the future as a possible indicator of a change in their relationship. Maybe he genuinely wants to be Neungdiao's friend and this is his only way of showing it...or maybe he doesn't think it's necessary to do it in front of Neungdiao because he's really there under Tanya (and his father's) authority...or perhaps it's something else entirely (I hope not to lull Neungdiao into a false sense of security before double crossing him if Palm's father did have anything to do with Pipop's death and Palm is under the influence of his father...)

Anyway, all this, in a way, is to say that Palm must have also learnt how to identify untrustworthy or suspicious people as part of his training...and so I'm absolutely going to side with him in his wariness of Ben (whether this is born out of jealousy because he like-likes Neungdiao or just from his duties to protect him).

I've already mentioned how I've started to not trust Ben - the show tried to press the message a few too many times that he's a good guy - and I think it's very interesting that Ben was looking on when the guys on the motorcycle stopped in front of Neungdiao's car. Perhaps there to witness something he helped set in motion? @absolutebl expressed that they're "not entirely sure about Chimon’s casting in this role" and I'd like to posit that maybe 'Ben' is acting this way for a reason and we'll see this role change as the truth comes to light, therefore meaning the casting of Chimon here will feel better (I hope I'm not wrong!).

Anyway, back to Palm and I think his character is fascinating. He's obviously highly trained and yet his demeanour is shy and humble - is it an act and if so to what end?

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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We Get High.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie has smoked as long as you knew him, but you had never given it a shot, the curiosity gets the better of you and you ask to try a hit of his blunt.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @aliceraered. “Hi!! Hmm maybe one about Eddie teaching the reader how to smoke 🍃? I feel like this could be so sweet like she's got absolutely no idea what she's doing and she's getting super flustered trying to not look silly and he just thinks she's so cute 😂”

Word Count: 1.2k

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It’s a typical weekend for you and your boyfriend, Eddie, spending time alone together in his trailer whilst his Uncle Wayne was at work.

You sit on his bed whilst wearing one of his DIO band shirts and fuzzy socks on your feet, Eddie sitting at the foot of the bed strumming his electric guitar whilst trying to workout a new solo from one of the Metallica songs he was obsessed with.

Tapping your sock covered feet softly against the mattress in time to his strumming whilst his tongue stuck out in concentration, letting out a frustrated groan whenever he missed a note on the solo.

“Fuck it, I’m going for a smoke!” he grumbled, setting his guitar back on its place on the wall before swiping his blunt and lighter from the nightstand. Pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before he leaves the room and heads outside the front of the trailer.

Curiosity always had you in a chokehold. You weren’t a smoker, but you always had an interest in giving it a go, maybe it was because you saw Eddie smoking on a daily basis or maybe it’s the way he became way more relaxed afterwards that you sought that level of calm.

Climbing out of bed, you adjust his shirt, so your backside is still covered, making your way down the hallway of the trailer in the direction of your boyfriend. A shy smile on your face as you crack open the front door, feeling warm in the cheeks at the way his eyes light up at the sight of you standing there.

“Hi, precious. It’s kinda cold out here so maybe stay inside? I won’t be long!” he reassured, lifting his partially smoked blunt in the air to show that it wouldn’t take him long to finish it.

“Actually, uh, I was wondering… Can I try?” you ask sheepishly, playing with your fingers anxiously as you were unsure if Eddie would want to partake in it.

“Why would you want to do that?” he seemed confused, taking another drag.

“I dunno… You seem to like it, I’ve never done it, I just wanna see what the hype is all about?” you shrug, leaning against the doorframe whilst nibbling on your lower lip.

“I guess you can try it, yeah. Do you know what you’re doing?” brows furrowed a little as he analysed your expression, stepping towards you a little more.

“Not a fuckin’ clue,” you laugh.

“Grab my jacket and your shoes and come out here, I’ll show you,” he laughed fondly at your cluelessness. You nod in understanding, stepping into your boots and pulling his jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm as you step outside towards him.

“Hi, you,” you giggle happily once you are back in his arms, where you belonged.

“You look so cute right now,” he coos, kissing the centre of your forehead as he wraps his arm around your middle, cuddling you to his chest whilst his other hand holds the blunt, “Promise me you won’t smoke anything when I’m not around, okay? Not until you’re used to it as I don’t want you being alone if you have a weird trip…”

“I promise,” you nod eagerly, bouncing slightly in your step from the excitement of this.

“Good girl. Okay, so… I’m not sure how to explain this really? Basically, bring to your lips, suck for a few seconds, hold it in your lungs for a couple more seconds, exhale?” he laughs a little, trying to find the best way to break this down for a newbie to understand.

“Sounds simple enough,” you smile, letting him bring the blunt up to your lips, keeping it at enough of a distance that you could pull away if you changed your mind.

Wrapping your lips around the butt, you look up at him before closing your eyes and taking a long inhale of the blunt, counting to three to hold it in your lungs but ending up spluttering and coughing as Eddie quickly removed it from you. Patting your back and comforting you as you cough yourself dizzy, he presses kisses to your forehead to reassure you that its going to be okay.

“You good, love?” he chuckled nervously once you caught your breath, you nod once.

“That…. Fucking hurts?!” you whine a little, lower lip jutting out as a pout.

“You kinda get used to the burn, the more you do it,” he shrugs, kissing your pout, “Wanna try again or are you done for the night?”

“Can I try again…?” you mumble, Eddie nods and brings the blunt back up to your lips.

“Don’t be shy, it’s okay. I was a god damn mess when I first started, you’re way cuter than I ever was whilst hacking up your lungs,” he laughed a little, causing you to smile.

Once again, your lips wrap around the butt, inhaling and letting it linger in your chest for a couple seconds before exhaling successfully. You coughed a little once the air was out of you, but you were able to inhale without choking on it, eliciting a proud smile on Eddie’s face.

“Look at you, you’re a fast learner,” he smirked, taking the blunt back to his lips for a drag.

“I feel dumb choking like that in front of you,” you pout, snuggling closer into him.

“Oh? So, you can choke on my dick but this you’re embarrassed about?” he smirks, causing you to hit his chest with your palm and whine a nervous “Eddie….” as he cackles a little to himself.

Stubbing out the blunt as it got close to the bottom, dropping it in the ashtray that sat on the porch to the trailer. Smiling as his large palm would come up and cup your cheek as he presses a few soft kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle and squirm in his arms. Bumping your noses together before you finally get to give him a few soft and slow kisses.

“So, my little bad girl, how did you like that?” he asks, giving your lower lip a playful little tug as his free hand sinks lower to give your butt a fun little squeeze in the process.

“It wasn’t too bad… How long until the high kicks in?” you ask shyly.

“Well, you only had a few puffs, so I don’t think you’re gonna get a major high, but it’s usually about five to ten minutes? You’re gonna be a lightweight though, so maybe sooner?” he shrugs.

“Oh? Okay… How will I know when I’m high?” brows furrowed at your own question.

“If you have to ask that, it hasn’t kicked in yet…” he laughed fondly, turning you around in your spot and placing both his hands on your waist as you both faced the trailer now.

Eddie guides you back towards the trailer with a smile, pushing you lovingly up the steps so you can cross the threshold and step out of the jacket and shoes. Smacking your ass lightly once you’re safely inside with a chuckle coming from him as you jump in shock before shooting daggers at him playfully.

“Maybe we should bake edibles instead, might be easier for you to get the high without the choking part?” he offers, shutting the trailer door closed behind you both.

“Yay, brownies!” you squeal in delight at the idea, clapping your hands in excitement.

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themanicwriter01 · 5 months

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Darkness in the Light Chapter 2

Leaving the party behind, she strolled down a beautifully paved, fresh tar road that led to her favorite sanctuary on campus - the gazebo. Nestled in the heart of a field and overlooking a serene lake, the gazebo was a haven of tranquility. The allure of its peaceful ambiance was irresistible, almost addictive, making it the perfect spot for her to immerse herself in her books. Adding to its charm was a dim, yet adequately bright, orangish-yellow light that hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow that illuminated the pages of her book flawlessly.

This was the place where she took time to reflect on her own behavior, that of her friends, and the freshmen she had lectured earlier in the day. She noticed that she felt more tired than usual. Could it be stress? No, that seemed unlikely. The workload she was given was typically quite manageable, yet it left her feeling unfulfilled. Could that be the source of her fatigue? Was she feeling unfulfilled?

As for her friends, they seemed to be behaving differently. Sarah was not your typical friend, and she was aware of that. Yet, Sarah never seemed to want anything more, almost as if she expected Bee to initiate a deeper relationship. Sarah enjoyed kissing Bee, taking her clothes off, and prying orgasm after orgasm out of her until her legs shook. She sure did enjoy that, and doing it to her as well, but Sarah looked at her with more pleading eyes. Could she want a relationship?

She leaned forward from where she was sitting. Placing her arm on her leg, she held her chin. Bee didn’t get it. What was so nurturing about being bound to a person? Sure, the sex was good, but she could live without it. Same with her friends, she could live without them. Was this really that important to be thinking about?

As for her freshmen, they were so innocent, so curious. She found it amusing to watch their young minds grapple with the simple answers to her ‘questions’—questions that were pre-written by their professor. Why was she doing work for which she wasn’t being paid? She supposed it was out of favor. That was all there was to it, really. To her, it was all rather trivial.

She pulled out the blue packet from her pocket and started toying with it. This was far from trivial. The terms ‘powerful hallucinations’ and ‘powerful inspirations’ seemed to merge into one. She had first taken shrooms when she was fourteen, in rehab of all places, but led to the cure of a small disease outbreak in Puerto Rico. She laughed recalling that memory. Was certainly an interesting college application.

“If it isn’t the scientist!” An accented voice boomed, making her clutch her chest in fear as her heart raced in surprise. “Do not tell me you are well spent already!”

“You guessed it." She said, trying to locate the source of the voice. But she couldn't see anyone outside the gazebo.

"Why do you spend Halloween alone?" He said again, but this time with a more blended accent she couldn’t tell where he was from. It sounded European, maybe French or Italian. She was a bit bad with accents though. "Are you not a party person?" He asked, sounding amused.

"Are you a cop or something?" She retorted, feeling annoyed. Who was he, and why was he bothering me? She just wanted some peace and quiet, not some random interrogation.

He let out a loud laugh at that, and then she saw him step into the light. He was tall, with light hair and piercing, colorful eyes. She had never seen anything like it. What type of contacts were those? What was his costume? He wore a tight red turtleneck with spots of blood on it, thick, striped pants and had a confident smile. "I am not." He said, shaking his head. He also held two fans, shimmering gold, to which he opened and fanned himself.

She raised an eyebrow. "What are you, anyway?"

He looked down at himself and let out a nervous chuckle. "A... human?" He said, as if he was unsure. He didn't seem to have a sense of humor, or maybe he was just shy. He then put his fans away in his pocket.

She shook her head, unimpressed. "No, your Halloween costume. What are you supposed to be?" She asked, hoping he had a better answer. Maybe he had a clever or subtle idea that she was missing.

"Yes." He said, nodding. He didn't elaborate or explain his choice. He just smiled, as if he was satisfied with his response. He didn't seem to care about Halloween, or costumes, or anything. He seemed bored, or maybe indifferent.

She shook her head again, giving up. He was either playing dumb, or he was really dumb. Either way, she didn't want to waste her time with him. “You said scientist, huh?” She took the packet she was fiddling with and held it up. "Do you know what this is?" She asked, changing the subject. Hopefully he would leave and get bored.

"Flower." He said, simply. How the hell can he see from that far? He came closer and peered at the packet. He furrowed his eyebrows, as he examined the dried, bright blue petals. "What kind of flower is that?" He asked, sounding intrigued and almost worried.

“A powerful one,” she smirked, ignoring his questions. “The ancient Egyptians used to smoke it for powerful visions of the future. Do you think that is why they were so advanced?”

He sauntered towards her, his footsteps clacking on the wood. His shirt clung to his sculpted chest and arms, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the crimson stains that marred the fabric, a darker shade of red than the shirt itself. Was it fake blood for his costume? And his nails… so long… longer than she had ever seen on anyone before.

He reached her and sat down next to her; his piercing gaze fixed on the packet in her hands. “Smoke it?” He repeated her words, his voice low and menacing, yet he still held a charming smile as he asked his curious question.

She gave him a slow nod. “It’s been my research subject for some time. It’s supposed to induce powerful visions.” She sighed and whispered, “If only I had a lighter.”

“Is that why you researched it?” He scrutinized it, absorbing every detail. “Is that not a bit meaningless?”

“And how do we define what is meaningless and not?”

He raised an eyebrow, then his smile broadened. “I like you,” he said.

Oh? Finally, someone bites! “Ignoring the fact of how creepy this is, is there a reason you approached me?”

“I was taking a walk. Also, do you mind if I hold that?” He asked to which she shrugged, chucking it at him to which he caught it. “Interesting. What is the name of this beautiful flower?”

“You planning on being my competition on researching it?” She teased, watching as his smile slightly faltered before going back up. “I’m fucking with you. Blue spider lily.”

He was completely still at those three words. “Blue spider lily?”

“How long have you been researching it?” He asked, trying to piece together any sort of information he could get. He knew of her and that she was a very well accomplished biologist, at such a young age, and took the liberty to search for the lead. He looked down, shifting the bag over and over as the light hit it from different angles.

She shifted, taking out her phone and heading to the camera roll. There it stood, in the dead of night, on this cellular device. Douma had never been impressed with a human before, but here she was. He was just going to kill and absorb her! After all, the modern era held such attractive females.

“I captured that picture two months into my journey on the Nile River. There it was, in the middle of the night, blooming amongst several dozen others!” She laughed, slapping her knees with her hands and setting her phone aside. “I never thought I’d see it. My main professor called me crazy, but I proved him wrong.”

The Nile River? Is this woman crazy? Douma thought, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to picture this small girl, no older than eighteen, boating down a river infested with crocodiles for a flower. He really didn’t care, but he had to for the sake of his master! “What have you done since?”

“Headed straight to the hospital, that’s for sure.” She scoffed, rolling up her sleeves and showing him the scars. “I got attacked the last few days heading back, never been so grateful for American hospitals.”

There was a large, jagged scar on her right arm, spanning from the base of her thumb to her elbow. It was purple, a sign of fresh healing, with stitch marks tracing the length of the wound. It was an unsightly blemish on such a beautiful woman, but Douma had to admit, it was a testament to her dedication! “Oh no!” He gasped, feigning sympathy, “What attacked you?”

“People did.” She said, smiling widely. “All is well, I’d do it all over again. That trip was something else. I’d probably cut my arm off if my information needed it.”

Douma was taken aback! Never in his life had he met such a dedicated person, let alone a woman, and he found himself smiling genuinely for the first time! If this woman had been born in his era, Muzan would not have hesitated to turn her into a demon! “That is truly something else. Do you mind telling me more?”

“Certainly!” she exclaimed, eager to share details about her work. “The stems are typically three to four inches in length, and the base of the bloom ranges from two to three inches! It’s a pretty big bloom when it isn’t stuffed into a packet like this!”

“And what is your name?”

“My name is Bee!” She excitedly said. “And yours?”

“Douma” he said, his voice smooth and confident.

“So, we both have weird names, cool!”

Weird? He didn’t think his name was weird. “I suppose so.”

“Douma! You know what I just remembered!” She said, excited. “I can show you where I have a few young flowers growing, if you would like. We’d have to stop by a few friends, but hold on, I can call them!”

She retrieved her phone, typed in Sarah’s name, and initiated a FaceTime call. After a few rings, Sarah answered. “Bee!” Sarah squealed, swiveling her camera to show her surroundings. “We’re at the science buildings!”

“I’m going to stop by in a second!” Bee responded, showing Douma on camera, which elicited a gasp from Sarah. “He’s interested in my research, so I need my keycard,” she explained, causing Sarah to squeal in excitement.

“Is that why you’re so happy?” Sarah scoffed, rolling her eyes slightly. “Those fucking plants make you smile more than any person. See you later.” With that, Sarah ended the call, leaving Bee and Douma staring at the blank screen.

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If there was one thing Douma could say about Bee, it was that she was intimidating. Over the months he had been here, he had encountered thousands of people, each exuding varying degrees of anger. But as she sat there, smiling, her scent of anger was more potent than any he had ever perceived. He had been observing her for a while, but sitting next to her now, he found the experience rather unsettling.

Yet, in his hundred or so years of existence, Douma never thought he would find the flower his master sought. It was a rare bloom from a different reality, a place Muzan had sent him to, where the flower only appeared sporadically in the dead of night. Yet, here he was, sitting next to a woman who not only possessed the flower but intended to smoke it! Douma could almost laugh at the sheer irony of it all, but he held it in. After all, he couldn’t help but wonder, how many more of these flowers did she have? Muzan would not send him home with just a few!

But her anger, what was the source of it? Was it because of what that other woman said? Was it because of him? How could a human harbor such hostility towards such a kind person like him? Sure, he had been fantasizing about killing and eating her for the majority of the conversation, but that didn’t mean anything!

Even worse, she seemed to harbor such valuable information towards his cause! So, as he has done for the past hundred or so years, he will wear a mask of a trusted friend, slowly roping her in to be comfortable before he could ask his big questions and get the information he needed. Then, he would kill her and take the flowers she has for himself. Muzan would finally be pleased!

She got up suddenly, shoving her phone into her back pocket before heading into the field. He caught up quickly, jogging to her side as her walking speed increased. But here she was, pushing him away! How was she so naive as to assume she was perfectly safe so far away from her school in the first place? She’s so lucky he was following her as well! After all, the blood on his shirt wasn’t fake.

“So, what year are you?” She asked, stumbling slightly through the grass towards the road. “I’m a junior, though I’m sure you already knew.”

She’s quick witted , he thought. “I am in my second year.” He lied, smiling at her as they reached the road. “I am studying philosophy.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded, “Tell me, do you believe humans are inherently good or evil?” Her anger shot up like a fire at that, but yet, her smile widened, and her pace stayed the same.

“You’re crazy, aren’t you?” She kept her smile, until her anger was replaced with something much more darker: hostility. “Though you have to be if you’re studying philosophy.”

Douma felt his bloodlust being increasingly aroused as the scent of her extreme emotions increased. What a strange woman! Did she know he was quoting what he said to that boy at the party? “I’d argue that you’re the crazy one for that trip in the Nile.”

Her mood lightened up a bit at that. “I suppose so.”

He nodded at her answer, admiring the scenery before him with a tilt of his head. He looked at the dark sky, the bright stars, and the silvery moon. He breathed in the fresh air, the cool breeze, the sweet scent of flowers as his hair drifted softly in the breeze. His permanent smile grew larger, "I've always loved nights like these. So quiet, so far away from everything but with the hidden knowledge chaos is right around the corner, waiting for me to join it. How sad... paradise will never exist in this world." He said, his voice soft and melancholic.

“But to answer your question, humans are neither. We created the concepts of good and evil simply because we are animals with higher consciousness. What’s evil is the people who take advantage of that.”

“Wouldn’t that make you evil?”

She thought for a minute, allowing the sounds of partying to welcome them. “I guess that would, in a way. What I want is different from nature’s natural course. Does that make it evil, whatever the reason?”

Douma and Bee were now on a bricked sidewalk, heading straight toward the science buildings. “I’d reason and say evil is what falters humanity’s course to evolution. After all, to better our species we must evolve. Whatever hinders that progress is evil.”

Her scent of anger was replaced by the scent of guilt. How interesting. “Do you think you are evil, Bee?”

She pursed her lips at that, and put on a large smile before waving to people outside a building. “Hi, guys!” She grabbed his hand, and much to Douma’s surprise, he went along with her. Yet, her guilt was once again replaced by anger. He’d get to the bottom of this in order to get what he wanted. “Hey! Just came to pick up my keycard.” She dropped his hand from her own.

Mark, Jason, Marie and Sarah turned their heads and eyed Douma with curiosity and suspicion. They asked in unison, “Who is that?” They all adopted defensive postures, either placing a hand on their hip or crossing their arms.

“Hi!” Douma called out, waving his hand with a friendly smile. “I am looking into some of her research. Thank you for letting us have the keycard!”

They simply looked at him and laughed. “Here you go, Bee.” Sarah said, handing her the keycard. “Please don’t cheat on me.”

Douma simply kept his smile on and watched the show unfold. “Cheat, what do you mean?” Bee said, taking the keycard and shoving it into her pocket. “It’s not like we are together.”

Sarah’s face was wet with tears as she screamed, “It has been months!” She wiped her face with her hand and pointed an accusing finger at Douma. “Then she finds someone who shares her fucking plant obsession and ditches me for him!”

“Months of what?” Bee turned her head, completely indifferent to what was going on. Douma could smell it on her too, the woman truly did not care. “I thought we were friends.”

Winding her hand up, Sarah slapped Bee straight across the face before screaming, “Fuck you!”

The crowd cheered and chanted, ‘fight!’ ‘fight!’ ‘fight!’ as they watched the brawl. She ran her hand across her face and wiped the blood that dripped from her nose. She looked at her opponent and said, “That wasn’t very nice.”

Douma wasn’t sure what to do. Women typically didn’t do this where he was from, so he simply stood to the side and watched in amusement. Of course, if he thought Bee was in real danger he would kill every person here, but she seemed like the type of girl to hold her own. “Is this because I don’t want a relationship with you?”

The crowd yelled, “roasted!” before Sarah said, “After you fucked me for months! Yeah, I think it was reasonable to assume so!”

“Head is head though.” Everyone screamed at that, leaving Douma to drink in the scent of adrenaline as the girls screamed at each other. It was mostly Sarah, as Bee gave clever remarks calmly back. He wasn’t sure what ‘head’ was either, but summarized it was some type of oral sex.

“I will fucking kill you!” Sarah came charging at Bee, swinging her fist. “Come here!”

Bee shoved through the crowd, grabbing Douma’s hand, and running away laughing. She held a different scent, one of amusement as they ran, leaving Sarah in the dust. In the background, they could hear Sarah yelling a variety of slurs, all obtaining Bee's diagnosis of autism.

He would, maybe just maybe, come back and slaughter every woman who looked at him with their faux lashes. After all, he didn’t have long in this reality! Though, with every female onlooker, his hunger grew even stronger at the realization that his appearance was just as popular in the modern ages! How lucky!

“She’s nice, isn’t she?” Bee jokes, slowing down as they reached a large building with a glass roof. “This one’s mine. Well, half of it at least.”

He asked, “She was your friend, yes?” as he studied her expression and inhaled her scent. He could sense Bee was a whirlwind of emotions, just from her smell, but she was the kind who kept a straight face and stayed calm. But on the other hand, he portrayed a whirlwind of emotions but felt nothing. Oh, how scared she’d be if she knew that!

AN:

BTW, Bee is insensitive simply because she doesn't care. Whatever she has little interest in she tosses aside. Yes, this will become a problem.

Anyways, there WILL be character development, I promise! I will BRUTALLY roast my characters until they end up charred and come up from the ashes reborn as actual civilians. Plus, being the author of this makes it all the more fun. As always, my lovely, LOYAL, AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL FOLLOWERS, please reach out and contact me if you have any more questions.

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evilmaxjr · 2 years

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New Total Drama cast personality predictions.

Priya: She gives me Courtney vibes but like a very nice and more shy version of Courtney.

Millie: She's like LeShawna but only the supportive best friend parts and not the sassy parts. Probably will be best friends with Priya.

Ripper: Getting a Noah and Owen fusion here. I'm guessing sarcastic and lazy.

Damien: Cool guy vibes. Musician or maybe even and influencer of some sort.

Axel: Love her. Probably my favorite. She's got Eva, Jo and Brick elements in her design. Intense and super competitive. I hope she's not the villain and is just a big personality.

Chase: Spiky hair reminds me of Mike. He seems like he'll be pretty normal and chill. Not much else though.

Zee: He's got stoner vibes. Shaggy and Jude are probably his best friends. He will be popular with the cast even Chris himself.

Scary Girl: Great design. Don't know what to expect. I'm thinking she might be a silent character and she gets her nickname from her teammates. She's kinda freaky but maybe is nice under the surface.

Caleb: He's the hit guy of the season like Justin or Alejandro. He won't be evil though. Will definitely end up in a relationship. Caleb and Bowie?

Nichelle: She's the cool girl who doesn't take.crap from anyone. She can be your best friend or your greatest enemy.

Julia: Popular girl. Maybe a little airheaded but not on the same level as Lindsay. Maybe a little mean but not as bad as Heather. Her and Nichelle are the only ones facing towards each other. Best friends?

Bowie: Finally the gay character we've been waiting for. Kinda stereotypical but it's a start. Guessing his love interest will be Caleb. That'd be cool but I'm hoping maybe they subvert out expectations and pair him up with someone unexpected like Ripper or Damien.

Wayne and Raj: The male versions of Katie and Sadie. They also remind me of the step brothers, but hopefully less obnoxious. I think they will be fun. I can see them being a couple of bumbling buffoons always getting hurt. Basically I think they're both going to be Tyler.

Emma: She reminds me of Sadie from Steven Universe. Hoping she goes far and has a similar src of feeling unsure of herself and persevering anyway.

MK: I like her. She seems quirky and fun. Low key hoping she's a lesbian and we get 2 LGBT couples. Rumors says it's just the one but I can dream.

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red-dead-do-over246 · 2 years

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Hello! I love all your Micah stuff! I recently came across a gif of a clean shaven Micah and wanted to request how reader would react to seeing him like that one day around camp! Double points if he’s secretly a little insecure about not having his beard. Maybe they aren’t quite together yet but there’s an interest from reader? Can go nsfw or sfw! Thank you 💞💞

Thank you!💖💖 I'm glad I have someone who shares my love for Micah XD Hope you enjoy this little blurb

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Who...Are You?

If it wasn’t for the snarky attitude, you wouldn’t even recognize Micah Bell.

You were actually blown away. It was a sight that you never expected to see in your life, and you could tell that the other members of camp thought the same thing you did. Then, I guess you weren’t imagining things.

It was Micah Bell...without his facial hair.

He was walking around camp like usual, acting as if nothing has changed. However, everyone’s eyes were on him. Maybe he wanted that because you can’t think of any other reason for him to shave.

After all, he didn’t seem like one to enjoy a clean-shaven face.

Oh well, if Micah liked how he looked, who were you to question him on why. After all, you thought that he looked nice, but you also thought that he looked nice with it. I guess you thought he looked nice no matter what.

“Hey Micah, you lose a bet or somethin’?” Sean’s voice cut into your thoughts, and you looked up to see the blonde stop in his tracks. Faster than a rattler, he turned on the Irishman.

“Shut your mouth.” Micah hissed in a defensive manner before stalking away, making Sean laugh.

“There goes the big bad wolf! With his tail between his legs!” The younger man laughed as some of the other members did as well. However, you noticed Hosea rolling his eyes at the childish behavior.

I guess Micah didn’t feel too confident about his new look, or why else would he blow up like that. But you had no reason to guess that now. I mean, Micah blows up at a lot of things, and Sean can get on people’s nerves for no reason.

Guess you just had to confront the man himself.

You found Micah over by the lake smoking. Guess he needed to calm his nerves after Sean’s little comments. You saw him tense up as you approached, even though he didn’t see you. He was probably afraid that whoever was coming was here to ridicule him as well.

“Micah...?” However, your voice made him soften slightly, but he still didn’t turn to face you.

“Ya need something?” You were unsure of the tone in his voice, whether he’d be upset or not that you came here. However, one thing was clear. Micah knew you were here because of his new look.

“I...I like it.” You told him softly, and he tensed up once more. Micah still didn’t turn to look at you, and you wondered now if he truly was insecure about his new look. It would give more of a reason of his behavior towards Sean.

“Come again?” He asked, although you knew that Micah clearly heard you.

“The look...I think it goods on you...” You managed to get out again, feeling a little shy when it came to complimenting him. However, your words got him to turn around slightly, seeing his clean-shaven face again. Stealing your breath away again.

“Really?” He asked, the tone in his voice actually sincere.

“Yeah...it makes you look younger...N-Not that you looked old or anything! I-I just mean-” As you fumbled over your words, he started to laugh which cut you off. And it wasn’t those mocking Micah Bell laughs. It was a real laugh.

“I get it, Y/N. I do...and thank you.” He mumbled that last bit out under his breath, and you could tell that he was never used to receiving compliments.

Only insults.

“Of course...but can I ask you why you shaved?” You asked him softly, not wanting him to go rigid with you again. Micah looked uncomfortable for a few seconds before shrugging.

“Just wanted a change is all.” He said before turning back towards the lake. You nodded, seeing that as a good enough answer.

“Well, I’ll see you around then.” You offered him a smile as you left, even though Micah couldn’t see you. He hummed to acknowledge that but kept his back to you.

It was to hide his flustered face because he knew the actual reason he went and changed his look.

It was all in hopes he would catch your attention.

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At First Undertone | 3,5k | yoonmin✍🏼

Yoongi, usually composed and nonchalant, leads a book reading club and gets interested in a new member Jimin with a dreamy scent of licorice and coffee. His natural shyness complicates things especially with Jimin always making him flustered.

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The apartment complex had all possible facilities when Yoongi moved in here several years ago.

And while he enjoyed some stretching classes in their fitness club and sometimes took a swim and half an hour in a sauna, he wasn't a fan of active ways to spend his free time. The complex had a large library and that gave him a lovely idea.

As one of the owners he suggested to host a book reading club, suitable for people who couldn't or simply didn't want to be very active and wanted some company instead of reading on their own. It's been a year since he started the club and he mostly had the same members.

The only downside were the scents. They say omegas are more attuned to the smell of other wolves, doing magnificent things in tracking and deciphering various undertones and alphas were said to be just these knotheads that jumped at every sweet smelling thing.

That was an exaggeration of course. Still, Yoongi was unusually rather sensitive to the scents around him from the very moment he presented. That's why alpha was wearing blockers that would shield him from the cacophony that was happening in a gathering of any sort.

With that his book club became his island of peace. Until one day he saw an unfamiliar face before their meeting.

The day was hotter than usual, humid summer making the air heavy, blooming by the end of July. The library was quiet and the alpha came earlier to prepare some stories he wanted to show his club members. He's been sweating buckets and was a little nervous about the blocking spray wearing off in the middle of the meeting.

- Excuse me, is the book club gathering here today? Yoongi lifted his head from the pages he's been flipping through and saw a pretty unfamiliar face.

Truly, a strikingly beautiful face, features attractive and jawline sharp. - It's here, yes, - he saw one of the flyers in the man's hands and assumed he must be new here, - It starts in quarter of an hour. You are welcome to join and listen.

The young man nodded and proceeded to the circle of chairs Yoongi pointed at. The newcomer sits quietly and with what Yoongi can guess with his quick glances, he is interested. He sits prettily, naturally graceful or maybe because the skirt he has on is narrow and doesn't allow much space for moving legs apart.

♡ yg/jm visuals ♡

Half into the meeting he feels the scents of others slowly creeping in on him.

So the blocker did wear off eventually, he thinks forlornly, discreetly looking at the clock on the opposite wall. He feels overwhelmed by the end, trying to secretly breathe through his nose, the hem of the long skirt clutched in his fist.

He stays sitting on his chair, waving goodbyes and opting to wait for others to disperse. Once the coast was clear he stood up, grabbed his bag and quickly fished out his spray. Quickly applying it all over his neck, just before it started to take effect, he caught a whiff of something bitter and delicious, like coffee with a hint of a treat. Maybe it was licorice? - Thank you, it was great! Do you hold these meetings often?

The young boy was there again, a small smile on his face. Yoongi clutched his bag with both hands, slightly nervous talking to a new person. - It's every Tuesday, right here.

- I'm Jimin, by the way, - he chirped and bowed. Yoongi bowed back, straightened his reading glasses and introduced himself:

- Min Yoongi, the host of this little book club. Jimin's face lit up.

- Wow, thanks for organizing this, I'd love to keep coming here! Do I need to bring a book too?

Yoongi waved his hands.

- Only if you want to read or suggest reading it. If you're unsure you can just come and listen with the rest. Yoongi straightened the strap of his shoulder bag over his blouse.

- Thank you, Yoongi-ssi, - he bowed again. - It was nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too, Jimin-ssi, - he watched his retreating back and finally gave into the urge and crossed his arms in front of himself. Jimin was intimidatingly gorgeous and talking to gorgeous boys always got the alpha restless.

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- Ksksks, Seoltang! Come back!

In moments like this Yoongi regretted having such a curious cat.

The sounds of people moving in next door attracted him and he went to explore. Yoongi wanted to catch the cat on time but failed and watched how the fluffy white tail disappears on a neighbouring balcony.

He sighed. Now he had to go and get him. The alpha went out of his flat and knocked in the door further down the hall. To his utter surprise the one who opened it was a new member of his book reading club - Jimin.

- Oh, hello, Yoongi-ssi! Are the sounds bothering you? Yoongi had no idea Jimin was new to the complex as well.

- Hi, no, the sounds don't bother me. If they did I could work with my headphones

He was getting embarrassed again because Jimin was not so subtly checking him out. His gaze went back to Yoongi's face and his eyes widened, as if he just realized what he was doing. - Nice overalls, Yoongi-ssi, I've been looking for similar ones for ages! Ah, would you like a cup of coffee or tea?

Yoongi already lifted his hands in front of him to wave him off and say he has tons of things to do. The idea of being in close proximity to a pretty boy was making his palms sweat.

- I insist, - Jimin said cutely and scrunched his nose.

Noo, Yoongi thought, that was totally unfair. So, stumbling a bit and awkwardly chuckling, he stepped into Jimin's flat and let himself be led into the kitchen, carefully walking around the unopened boxes. Jimin prepared them drinks and took charge of the talking, telling Yoongi how he and his best friend bought this flat together, how he loved everything here and that he is an artist but on hiatus at the moment. Yoongi shared that he works from home, mostly translating books for a big publishing agency. Jimin probably realized books are the safest topic at the moment because the alpha was cutely embarrassed at every eye contact they had. The more they talked the more at ease he felt, eventually warming up to the younger and letting him call him hyung.

- By the way, hyung, - Jimin asked, - Did you by any chance come because of this guy? He pointed at the roof of the tall fridge where a fluffy white cat was sleeping peacefully.

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The first bouquet didn't catch enough of Yoongi's attention.

He came early before the club meeting and found a bouquet on his usual chair. Blue, white, pink and yellow flowers looked a little chaotic and overall were giving off spring vibes.

Yoongi genuinely thought someone just forgot it there.

The thought that someone gave it to him never crossed his mind.

Nevertheless, after asking the staff in the library he deemed it abandoned and took it with him. The second one could be a coincidence but made him think.

He needed to find out who these might be from.

When his blocker wore off later in the evening he wanted to thoroughly sniff it to catch the scent but it wasn't needed.

The bouquet was scented, the paper emitting the aroma of coffee and licorice. He had an urge to squeal but was afraid he will be heard through the walls.

Jimin, Jimin, was he trying to court him? Yoongi wasn't even sure about his subgender. If he was an omega like most he'd surely be disappointed when he finds out about his specific preferences in bed.

When the next meeting started with him finding another bouquet he decided to talk to the younger man.

He invited him for a walk in the inner garden they had in the centre of their complex.

- Jimin, - he called for him and they interrupted their peaceful strolling, Yoongi still holding flowers in his hands. They were handy to fiddle with because nerves were eating him alive.

- Yes, hyung?

- I want to be honest with you right away but you need to listen okay?

- Okay, - the young man said softly. He must have realised his hyung is getting flustered again and opted for looking at the bed of flowers nearby.

- Your scent feels amazing to me, - he blurted and Jimin coughed, hiding us mouth behind his palm. - Y-your too, uuh, hyung. - Jimin ducked his head and pretended he was really interested in ties in the front of his dress.

- And thank you for the pretty bouquets...

- Pretty bouquets for a pretty boy! - the other said and Yoongi groaned I frustration. - You're such a menace! Bratty omega, - he grumbled.

- What?

- Oh no, please, I'm sorry, I didn't want to assume, - the elder backtracked realizing his mistake.

- It's fine, hyung, - Jimin's tone was amused. - I'm an alpha. - A-alpha? - Yoongi's face was on fire. He did not expect that.

The younger straightened his back and puffed his chest on pure instinct, having heard the calling by his rank. - I am, I thought you knew. Although I admit it sometimes can be tricky to tell other's subgender. I saw a handsome alpha - Yoongi hid his face behind the bouquet - and decided to show him my interest. - Well, that... I'm honoured but- Jimin, - he sighed exasperatedly and continued when he felt small fingers in his palm, - I needed to be sure because I like things to go a certain way, you know?

- I know. I mean, I understand. But I'd like to learn. If you let me? Well, what could he say to that? The attraction was undeniable and grew even more intense through several weeks they've known each other.

- I guess it doesn't hurt to try, - Yoongi said, looking everywhere but Jimin's face, hearing his giggling right next ro him. - Don't be nervous, - asked the younger, - We don't have to date if you don't want to. Let's just give this a run. See if we fit?

- Alright, Jimin-ah, - the elder mumbled shyly, taking the lead and proceeding around the paths of inner garden.

Yoongi let Jimin court him.

He wasn't that passionate about it, although he admitted it was nice.

The young alpha seemed to take it seriously so he indulged him. He was also getting impatient, wearing less of the scent blocker to feel Jimin's bittersweet coffee close. Realizing the other is too of a gentleman, Yoongi took matters in his own hands.

He prepared a meal, one of those he was confident about and invited the alpha over. No matter how he felt about stereotypes, dinner with wine, candles and flower arrangement in the middle was pretty straightforward. They ended up in the elder's bedroom much to his delight and embarrassment.

The room that already smelt like him started filling with thick jasmine aroma, tinted with seasalt. It felt like walking along the seafront, flowers blooming and summer air humid. Yoongi guided Jimin to his bed, nose tucked in the younger’s neck to inhale more of him and to hide his burning face.

- Hyung, are you getting shy? - Jimin asked, tone amused and endeared. Yoongi nodded, shoulders raised and nervous giggle escaping him.

- Tell me how you want it, if you still wanna fo this, - the younger whispered in his reddened ear and felt him shiver in his arms. - Want you in me, - Yoongi murmured, pulling the young alpha on top of himself and laying on the soft bedsheets.

They kissed deeply, slowly, licking over each other's lips and grunting in pleasure when their hips would buck and brush their clothed elections. - Stay there, - Jimin asked and pushed Yoongi's shoulders to get him to keep paying on his back.

He let himself relax and forget his body was being raked with hungry eyes of the alpha before him. The elder pulled at the hem of his dress, silently asking the other to rid him of clothes. Jimin didn't waste any time and quickly undressed his hyung, revealing milky pale skin, soft and tender to the touch of curious hands. And then he stopped.

Yoongi covered his face with his palms, imagining the look on the younger's face.

- Hyung, - his voice was airy, breathing hard, - Look at you.

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Yoongi was wearing a set of lingerie, lilac and purple, hems decorated in embroidery of butterfly wings.

- Surprise? - he said and lifted himself on his arms, coming face to face with the alpha. - Do I have to beg? Jimin kissed him with fervor, not holding back, clutching his waist tight, running hands on the soft stomach. He unclasped hid bra, revealing pink nipples.

- Are they sensitive? - Jimin asked, touching them with his fingers. Yoongi shook his head.

- Not really. Are yours?

It was now the other's turn to blush and nod, puffing his chest more, dark nipples on display.

Yoongi smirked. He latched onto them, biting and slicking the nubs with saliva, grazing them with his nails and sucking, leaving marks in aftermath.

Jimin's nubs were swollen prettily and his lover took time to admire his work, sliding palms all over the marks. He was mewling like a kitten, pushing his chest in his hyung's face who accepted that gladly.

- Look at this alpha loving his nipples played with, - Yoongi taunted and laughed when Jimin attacked his neck with kisses, growling playfully. He distracted the elder with hands on his hips, pulling at the beautiful panties.

He hooked the thumbs on the lace and pulled them down his legs, revealing hard cock and heavy balls, all pink and pretty. - You're beautiful everywhere, hyung, - the younger choked out and dove to lick a stripe up the shaft. Yoongi wanted to squeeze his thighs together but Jimin was quick to hold his knees and wrap those thighs around his neck, tongue already lapping at smooth testicles and tracing the veins on his girth. - How do you feel about knotting?

Yoongi spluttered, not expecting such a question. He eagerly nodded, feeling the flames licking his cheeks and going down his chest. - I want it, so much, - he mumbled.

Jimin dove in again, face on the same level as Yoongi's leaking cock.

- You have such a pretty cock, hyung, - he stared at him cheekily, - Can you fuck my face?

Yoongi groaned at the request and at the sight of eagerly open mouth. He guided himself inside the wet cavern and started thrusting to his heart's content.

The room filled with lewd sticky noises and occasional growls of the younger alpha, fighting to stay submitted to the other of his kind. They sent vibrations through Yoongi's cock which only quickened his pace and made him come faster.

He filled the younger's mouth and the other rose to kiss his hyung with come still between plush lips. They kissed as Jimin kneaded plump asscheeks, splaying his finders wide on the supple flesh.

- Turn around? - Jimin asked and the elder alpha complied, laying on his tummy with back arched gracefully. Jimin felt he could spend a lifetime worshipping the pert butt, kneading the flesh and nipping at it, making Yoongi squeal and giggle, face hidden in his crossed arms. He kissed every inch of it, moving then to the entrance and parting the reddened cheeks. He gave Yoongi time to stop him but he didn't. So he licked over the pink entrance hearing a gasp coming out of his hyung. He licked and sucked like his life depended on it, thrusting inside and out at a rapid pace. Yoongi felt himself getting hard again quickly so he asked to prep him.

He wanted to come on this alpha's knot. Jimin stood up to get a bottle of lube and a butt plug.

- What is this for? - Yoongi asked, cheeks red and hair stuck to his forehead.

He looked disheveled and sinful like this, naked and sated yet still wanting more. - To prep you better, - Jimin replied and got to work.

With a generous amount of lube he eased the toy inside, parting the tight walls to accommodate Jimin's girth. When he deemed him ready and turned his hyung around Yoongi stopped him. - I have just the thing if you're into it.

He went for his bedside cabinet, extracting a couple of nipple clamps that got Jimin intrigued. There was a metal chain connecting them and the younger thought he guessed the elder's idea. - Okay, hyung, put them on, - he arched his chest invitingly and soon it was adorned with the clamps sitting tightly on his nipples, chain moving when he would change his position.

- Now I'm ready, - Yoongi laid back with hands above his head, eyes still on the metal. - You just want the show but I don't mind, - Jimin kissed him hard before positioning himself between his hyung's thighs, rubbing the thick cockhead on slicked stretched hole. He slipped inside with close to no resistance, moaning in tandem with Yoongi, waiting for his permission to move. And soon it was granted.

The tight walls were taking him so well, he'd spend a lifetime there if he could. He trusted his hips going in and out of the pleasurable heat, moving in circles and alternating long and short strides.

The chain between his nipples was rocking with every movement, hitting the sweaty chest, making Jimin emit short "a-ah"s from the tug of the clamps. - Come here, hyung, - he asked when he felt his peak nearing and helped him up in his lap.

He bounced Yoongi on his cock until he couldn't stave it off anymore and finally came inside his ass, letting out sweet moans of bliss. He felt his knot expanding, making room inside his hyung.

The fit was snug as if they were created specifically for each other's bodies.

Yoongi was still hard and he went to jerk him off but the elder caught his hand first. - Want to come from your knot, - he whispered and circled his hips in small altitude, making Jimin throw his head back with the most sinful moan he ever heard.

- As my alpha wishes, - he said with his throat tight. - Use me however you desire. Yoongi rocked his hips and grinded on the knot inside him, making the alpha whine and squirm.

- Feel so full, - he slurred, moving faster hut still small, not to hurt them both. He grinded until he felt the younger come inside, shaking from overstimulation. He tugged on his leaking cock and came all over the younger’s abdomen, the strings of his release coating the sweaty skin.

Yoongi took the clamps off and smoothed the irritated skin, smiling at Jimin's relieved face. - I'm taking notes, just so you know, - he said, voice full of giddiness.

- Just so you now, hyung, I do too.

Jimin gave him a dazzling smile and saw Yoongi's mouth stretched in a gummy one. They held onto each other tight, hands grabbing shoulders and thighs firmly, waiting for the knot to go down.

- Gods, - Yoongi uttered, slipping off the softened cock and looking around, noticing clothes and sheets scattered around, - aren't we just /wild/. - It's not a bad thing, - Jimin claimed joyfully, trying to stand up, rubbing the sore muscles.

- I need to go to the gym to work on my stamina. The shy librarian is a beast in bed who would have thought, - Jimin ducked to avoid a slap. - That was so corny! And I'm not a librarian, - he whined, gathering the sheets off the floor. - Shower or bath?

Jimin mulled this over.

- Which option includes you with me? Yoongi covered his eyes and laughed, shoulders shaking. He stood up and went into the direction of the bathroom.

- Hurry up, I want to read before bed, - and slipped inside, hips moving side to side, leaving the door open. Reading before bed together, Jimin thought, that's married culture.

Turned out they are indeed compatible. He'll have to check though.

As many times as possible.

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~the end~

#ai-ee au #ai-ee au jimsu #alpha x alpha #bts au fic #yoonmin #jimsu #jimsu au

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Type Please!

Sushi Club 🍣

Romantic Type

“Oh gosh its hard to even really pin my type down cause I have so many crushes and... I think I like them all for different reasons... let me try to pin down some traits... I like a man with charm and humor... someone who keeps me flustered, makes me laugh and often even makes me feel a bit nervous... like a way to do it wrong is how the three do it that bother me... Yasuno is too pushy and forcefull, Damón is disgustingly arrogant and hits my bad nerves while Barry is a snob who only talks about himself... Aside this bad what else is good... I like kindness... also a bit if I feel uneasy that he takes care of me, accepts me how I am... so maybe I do like the protective types... I am swoon if its like a knight taking care of me like in those stories... lets say it would also be good to share any hobby or interest so we can do a lot together.... and although I say looks are not important... I tend to accidentally oogle when some men walk around shirtless... listen I can’t help it... my eyes are drawn to it... I guess romance is also important to me as long as its not the cheesiest ever... there is so much I can say I like about my crushes but I should stop before I emberass myself further...”

“Hmm... I think I do have something for people with muscles on occasion...although I think the most important thing to me is having a person who can deal with my... problems... being overly organized as well as scared of so many things... I do tend to fall for a lot of Cat like people I noticed too... Unsure why that is really but I noticed it a lot. Sometimes a nice voice draws me in as well to someone. But I think that is all I can say, I dunno if I do have a type really.”

“Its either shy girls that look kinda cute, dominant girls who argue with me but also are really pretty and Guys that have long hair and often something feminin... I thought any of my waifu and Husband tastes would blend in with my actual taste but this is the only pattern I did notice... on occasion I fall out of it but these three types are the crushes I had the most. I may like magical girls but I know in real life such cute girls wouldn’t look at me so... I accepted my fate.”

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #twst ocs #carolann #carol ann #leroy violet #lyla atsuki #sushi squad

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Too Old For This - Chapter 11 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Zachary wasn't sure what had come over him when he had sort of casually announced that he was into men.

He guessed that maybe a part of him just wanted to get it out of the way to see if Leroy would redraw his friendship.

He also had a slight idea that maybe Leroy had caught on.

He acted very differently when Zachary returned to the room and the older man only needed a few minutes to put two and two together.

He knew what his own Netflix home page looked like and what they could deduce from that.

Though, he hasn't been thinking about that when he'd let Leroy pick out the movie.

Sure, he was a bit socially inept but he wasn't stupid.

What had surprised him, however, was Leroy's confusing way of handling it.

He'd gone from treating physical proximity to him like the plague, to on hands asking about his type and talking around saying the word 'woman'.

Yeah, Zachary noticed.

The rest of the movie after the awkward interaction was mostly quiet... well, except for Zachary casually muttering... 'I knew it'...when something he predicted happened.

That seemed to make Leroy chuckle a bit.

Although it was quiet, Zachary could sense that Leroy was a bit more comfortable and wasn't treating the inch of space between them like lava.

He would occasionally scoot a little too close and sometimes their clothes would even brush.

The whole ordeal had Zachary's heart in his throat more times than once.

He put it down to the absolute whiplash the sudden changes in Leroy's behavior were giving him.

He had concluded eons ago that he wasn't going to pursue anything with the younger man and it wasn't as if he knew how to in the first place but he wasn't sure why feelings he'd been good at managing to stay dormant were now all over the place because of Leroy's behavior.

It was the stupid question Leroy had asked out of the blue.

Zachary had almost had a heart attack when Leroy had asked him what his type was.

It wasn't as if he could have just blurted 'you' but he had been damn near doing so.

When the movie ended, they both watched the credits before a Netflix advert showed up.

That was when Zachary reached out and closed the laptop before letting out a sigh.

"Well, that was as cliche as I thought it would be."

He rested his back on the wall, looking over at Leroy, who had been tired of sitting on the edge and was now lying down on the bed, face up.

"I thought it was alright," Leroy mumbled.

"I guess it's not interesting when you can guess what's going to happen next."

Zachary raised his brow, sensing the playful jab in its tone.

"Most stories are the same. There hasn't been an original plot in ages," he said.

"It's not my fault they're all using the same beats and outlines."

Leroy laughed.

"You fascinate me."

Leroy shook his head before looking up at the ceiling.

The words had been blunt and said in between chuckling but they seemed to run over Zachary's skin like ice-cold water.

He felt his chest flutter and the know-it-all self-assurance he'd had just seconds ago crept out of him and left him a shy and unsure mess.

He really hated how Leroy affected him.

He'd thought he'd be handling this whole attraction to someone who he was friends with, dilemma, a bit differently.

"What-what do you mean?" Zachary asked, finding himself leaning forward a bit until he was almost lying down on the bed, too.

Leroy was looking up at him, with thoughts bouncing behind his eyes.

He wished he knew what he was thinking about... he wanted to know if the younger man was teasing him intentionally or not.

"You're really blunt and smart..." Leroy trailed.

"I mean, I don't know how good you are with numbers and all that but just from the stuff you studied at university, I can tell you probably got great grades. You're like, err, a media genius."

Zachary furrowed his brows, lying down completely.

"I just remember stupid shit from movies and I guess basic writing rules?"

Zachary didn't think that meant he was intelligent... just bored with a lot of time on his hands to read and watch movies.

Leroy seemed to think about it, then sighed.

"You're really good at it. I think that's smart. I can't exactly say I'm good at anything."

There were a few times Zachary caught the weird self-deprecating comments Leroy littered here and there but he still couldn't get over them.

The twenty-five-year-old had gone to college, had a party remote job and for all intents and purposes irrespective of how Zachary thought about him... was conventionally attractive.

Zachary wished he had that life and yet Leroy seemed to waffle in his own self-regret every once in a while.

Zachary wondered if there was more to it.

He wanted to ask but he didn't know how to or when it was appropriate to even bring up something so vulnerable, so most times he just let Leroy's words float in the air for a bit before the younger man inevitably changed the subject.

"Do you still need help with groceries?" Leroy asked after things got a little uncomfortable.

He stared up at the ceiling.

The room was darker now since Zachary had turned the lamp on the bedside table off.

Now, it was just the light from the streets slipping through the windows that flooded the room in a cool, deep blue.

The humidifier still made the place smell like a mix of essential oils and rubbing alcohol.

Leroy felt like he was out camping with a friend... negating the fact that he'd never actually gone camping and that he was in a bedroom, listening to the sound of crickets and frogs from the safety of a house.

"Well, my sister said she was going to get some stuff before she left," Zachary said, turning his head to look at Leroy.

He couldn't see much of him in the dark but he could hear his shallow breathing, and the small creaking sound the bed made whenever he adjusted himself.

"Will she get everything?" Leroy asked, turning his head from the ceiling to look at Zachary.

Zachary blinked, taken aback by the overwhelming emotion that swept through him when their eyes met.

He'd always thought that Leroy had the most attractive eyes and eyebrows but he'd never been this close to them... mere inches apart.

The deep brown eyes looked even darker under the light of the moon and the way his hair pooled around his head made it look even longer than it was.

"I..." Zachary started, moving his gaze away from Leroy.

He tried to focus on something... anything else and his eyes reluctantly settled on the doorknob in the far distance.

"I don't think she will. She's a bit of a scatterbrain sometimes and she's more into getting things she thinks are best for me than what I actually want."

Zachary sighed, pinching the space between his brows.

"It's not malicious or anything, she's just following my doctor-approved diet, though. I'd rather eat something else besides ready-made frozen dinners and the occasional fruit."

"Then let's do that," Leroy said, sitting up on the bed.

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