#i still have to finish the bedrooms and adding a few more details

[slippinmickeys]

Prompt: more from the "Funfetti" universe? Is that even a thing? (Can it be a thing?)

William marched through the door of their house and angrily threw his backpack to the floor. 

Scully, who had only just gotten home a few minutes before and hadn’t even taken off her shoes, whirled around.

“Whoa!” she said, setting down the mail she was sorting. 

The doorway darkened behind William and Mulder made eye contact with her with a slight lift of his chin. 

“Little trouble at school today,” he said, coming inside and shutting the door behind him. 

William huffed his frustration at his father’s words and kicked off his shoes, then whipped his jacket into a chair. 

“How about,” Scully said, with an eye toward mediation, “we have a snack and then sit down and talk about it?”

William clenched his jaw in a way that was purely Mulder and then said “Can I have cookies?”

Scully, knowing a hangry William would be far harder to deal with, just said “yes” rather than suggest an apple and a couple cheese sticks. She suspected William was hip to this tactic and couldn’t fault him for playing her.

Several bags of Famous Amos cookies and two full glasses of milk later, Scully had him sitting in a chair in the living room while she lowered herself onto the couch. 

“Want to tell me about what happened?” she asked. 

Mulder, who had followed them into the living room, said, “His teacher told me that-”

At this, William bristled. “I’ll tell her,” he said, and Mulder just held up both hands in surrender and backed out of the room.

William went on to detail how he’d been ganged up on at recess while out in the woods past the edge of the playground. 

She and Mulder had picked the school because of the extensive grounds and the fact that many classes were held out of doors year round, using a teaching philosophy that was immersive and geared toward experiential learning. William was thriving there, but kids would be kids. And teachers couldn’t be everywhere at once. 

“It’s not fair,” he grumbled in conclusion. 

“What did they say?” she asked gently. 

“They called me a freak.”

“You’re not a-” 

“Mom!” he said, stopping her from finishing the platitude. “Come on.”

Scully sighed. She could hear Mulder tinkering around in the kitchen. 

“Did something happen that precipitated this?”

William huffed a breath himself and fell back into the cushions of the chair. 

“I don’t know,” he said, noncommittal. “I don’t think so.”

She tried not to worry. If something had…happened, they’d have gotten a call rather than a teacher pulling one of them aside at school pick-up.

“You can’t control what people think,” she finally said. “But you can control how you treat others. You’re still pretty new. Just be kind,” she went on. “They’ll come around.”

“They’re not going to come around, Mom,” he said. “They’re assholes.”

“William!”

“They are though.”

Some people were assholes. And there wasn’t much you could really do about it. 

“William, what do Dad and I always say to you? When they go low, we go…”

“Lower!” came Mulder’s voice from the kitchen. 

Good lord, Scully thought. 

“We go high,” she said with a little more emphasis than she normally might have put into it. 

Mulder wandered over to lean against the wall where the kitchen met the living room. There was a steaming mug in his hand. 

“There’s something to be said for a well-timed knee to the groin,” he said.

William looked from Mulder to her earnestly. “I like Dad’s idea.”

“Dad’s idea is going to end up getting you suspended,” she said to her son, but swung her head to glare at Mulder. “Will, you know we have to be careful,” she added softly, turning back to the boy. She reached out to squeeze his knee.

“That’s not fair either,” he grumbled. At this, he stood, swiped his backpack off the floor and marched up the stairs. Scully could feel his frustration and waited for his bedroom door to slam, but he closed it quietly. 

“That was less than helpful,” Scully said, turning to look at Mulder, who pushed off the wall and flopped down into the chair that William had just vacated. He handed over the mug in his hand. He’d made her a cup of tea.

“They’re picking on him because he’s different,” Mulder said. 

“The less attention he pulls to himself, the better, Mulder, you know that.”

“My solution ensures that they’ll leave him alone.”

“Not necessarily,” Scully said. 

“And what would you have him do?” Mulder asked. “Scully, you know his powers are harder for him to control when he’s upset. The more we let these kids pick on him, the more likely it is that he’s going to go off on them. In a way that’s a lot more disruptive than a trip to the principal’s office.”

Scully sighed and leaned back into the couch, rubbing a tired hand over her eyes. 

“What if I talk to the other kids’ parents? Explain what’s happening?”

Mulder took a turn to sigh, himself. “Half of them won’t believe that little Joey could ever, and the other half are going to knock some heads together which will only make things worse for Will.”

They sat in silence for a moment. 

“What should we do?” Scully asked earnestly. 

“I could show up to drop-off tomorrow strapped.”

“Carrying your Glock to a gun-free school zone is a wonderful idea. Why didn’t we think of that before?”

Scully’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on Mulder, but he remained silent with a thoughtful finger to his temple. When Scully blew a raspberry and put her feet up onto the coffee table, Mulder reached forward and pulled her boots off, digging his thumb into the aching arch of her nearest foot. She groaned in rapture. 

“We could move again,” Mulder said as he worked his magic. “Or try homeschooling.”

“He’d be miserable,” Scully said sadly. “He likes this school. We like this school.”

It was their third school in five years and by far the best of the lot. Which it should be–they paid enough in tuition. 

“We could talk to his teacher. Talk to the Head of School.”

Scully sighed. “I think we’ll have to. They’ll have to do something.”

Mulder switched feet. “We’ll figure it out.” 

Scully closed her eyes and felt the day’s stresses evaporate with each deep swipe of Mulder’s thumb. They would figure it out. They always did. 

“If that doesn’t work,” she finally said, eyes closed and head resting on the back of the couch. “I’ll pretend not to notice if you teach him a few moves you learned at Quanitco.”

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #au #prompt #asks #funfetti

[elderberries-and-honey]

this is a labor of love but jfc ;~; still a wip (and i've decorated more since taking these) but here's a couple sneak peeks at the new house :')

#jfc y'all i am so so excited to show you this i simply couldn't wait any longer #i still have to finish the bedrooms and adding a few more details #and then actually shoot the first scene <.< #baudelaire extras

[whateveriwant]

might I request how tf 141 tries to turn you on maybe? Sorry kind of a weird request you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to ;-;

Not a weird request at all, anon! Hope you enjoy! 18+ only, GN!Reader

Price

Three words: full body massage

That man loves to get his hands on you, and it doesn’t even have to be sexual in nature, honestly. Any opportunity to touch you, to caress you, to help ease the tension from your body, he’ll gladly take it (and if afterwards you’ll let him ease himself into you, well, that’s just an added bonus 😉)

He might use special rollers or electric massagers sometimes, but mostly he just sticks to those big, strong hands of his

He'll start by slicking up his palms with some oil, warming it up before he applies it to your skin

Beginning with your shoulders, he’ll slowly work his way down your body, paying special attention to the areas you need most targeted

Aside from those tender spots, he’ll also be sure to focus on a few of your more erogenous zones, namely your thighs and your ass (he's an ass man for sure)

By the time he's finished, you're all supple and pliant before him, but there’s something else too – a sort of warm, fluttery feeling in your gut

Luckily, he knows just the remedy for that sensation. And oh! Would you look at that? You're already in his favorite position: prone

Ghost

We all know he tends to be a man of few words, and this applies to every environment he finds himself in

…At least, every environment outside the bedroom, that is

Because when he's in the mood, you best hold on tight to your pants if you don't want them flying off from how he talks to you (but, I guess, your pants coming off is his end goal anyway)

You'll just be going about your day, minding your business, when you'll get a call from him while he’s “busy” at work

He'll start off casual at first, inquiring about your day, your plans for the night, etc., but it won't take long for the conversation to steer to the real reason for his call: to describe the way he's going to fuck you when he gets home

He'll go into excruciating, toe curling detail about all the things he's going to do to you; just how good he’s going to fuck you until you forget your own name

I hope you're not in public when you take his call, otherwise you better have the poker face of a lifetime if you don't want to make a scene in front of several dozens of witnesses

Gaz

He's a big romantic at heart, so rather than just going straight for the bedroom, he'll slowly work his way up to it over the course of the evening

First, he'll treat you to a nice dinner – either by cooking it himself or by taking you to that fancy restaurant you love but think is much too expensive for every day dining

Beneath dimmed, romantic lighting, together you'll share a delicious meal, a glass or two of wine, and of course a tasty dessert to cap it all off

The conversation will be light and pleasant (nothing unbecoming whatsoever), but while he might not outright voice the plans he has for you later in the night, that look he keeps giving you from across the table speaks volumes

When you’ve finished your meal and gradually made your way back home/to the bedroom, even then he still isn't done buttering you up just yet

He'll put on some slow music, maybe light a couple candles to really set the mood, even draw you both a bath if you're feeling up to it

Once he does finally take you to bed, it'll be a seamless transition from an evening overflowing with desire and passion

Soap

‘Subtlety’ is not really a word in his vocabulary, so most of the time when he's horny, he's just turning to you and asking if you want to fuck

However, sometimes when you need a little more build up than that, he has a few tried and true methods he knows will work you up

He'll change so that he’s walking around your flat wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. Wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, mind you

Whilst wearing said sweatpants, he'll proceed to stretch and flex around you, showing off all those muscles he knows you love, as well as highlighting a few other assets he knows drives you crazy (i.e. bulge printtttt 😍)

He'll then get really touchy with you, starting innocent at first – brushing an eyelash from your cheek, straightening the neck of your shirt – before he gets more and more brazen with his petting

And when he's real close like that, leaning right into your ear, he’ll mutter soft praises to you: telling you how beautiful you look, how good you smell, how soft your skin is where he’s touching just there

By the time he finally goes to ask if you want to have sex, he doesn't even get the words out before you're jumping him like a wild animal. All according to plan…

#wiw asks #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john price #simon riley #kyle garrick #john mactavish #tf 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2

[prettiestgrlinthemorguexo]

Swipe (Lucifer morningstar x reader)

Description: after his divorce, he finally gets back into the dating game…through a dating app :)

Please note I’m writing this before the release of ep7 and ep8 so-

Takes place between ep 5 and right before ep 6

I wrote nearly 98% of this at like 3 AM-

Part 1 of 3

Warning: Lucifer being a dork, Lucifer being a dorky dad, age gap(reader died at like 25 and Lucifer is like a good few thousands years old so), talk of divorce, Charlie being a supportive daughter, I’ve never used a dating apps so i might get info wrong, Lucifer doesn’t know modern day technology or slang, lying, Lucifer straight up cat fishing reader,

No one’s POV

Lucifer was a wreck after his divorce with Lilith. Becoming the shell of the man he was, going from a family-oriented to a man who barely talk to anyone. After visiting his daughter and her hotel, he knew he had to be there, he already missed so much he wasn’t gonna miss another second of it. Becoming the best father he could also meant moving on, it’s been seven years since the separation. Charlie knew her Dad had been in pain since the divorce but she could tell, he was trying and she was going to be there.

Lucifer’s POV

“Charlie, are you sure about this?” I ask still hesitant, I knew Charlie just wanted to help and had the best intentions, but a dating app?  “Of course!” Charlie exclaimed, face lite up. “It’s perfect! You get to meet people without the face to face interactions!” Charlie said downloading the app, viva by Voxtech.

Charlie’s was more excited than I was, I wanted to meet people but an app? I can’t help but feel my heart race and my body get heavy, why was I this nervous. In the middle of my overthinking Charlie handed me the phone, it had a profile made it had my name and many details. It felt like I was giving it to all 9 rings of hell! “Ok! How we gotta add some photos an-“

“Charlie!”

We both turned are head to see Alastor and Vaggie standing there. “Can you help with something real quick?” Vaggie ask seeming annoyed. “Of course!” Charlie’s called back before as standing up. “You go ahead and add those photos dad I’ll be back!” Charlie said as she ran to the two, leaving me alone on the couch staring at the screen. 

I read over the info and it all was so…personal. How would anyone be comfortable putting this much out? I Don’t get me started with being the King of Hell it’s self, then an idea popped in my head. I turn my head slightly to see Charlie still talking to the pair so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I added photos of my duck inventions and made a duck with a white top hat as my ‘icon’. Now onto the name, Lucifer was too out there everyone would know, think! L names that are similar.

Lucifer..

Luci…

Luc…

Luca..

Luca! I instantly think changing the name quickly, removing the last name from the profile along with it. After that it looked like a normal profile. When I finished and satisfied with it Charlie was walking back over. “Sorry bout that dad! Now back to w-.” While she was speaking I shove my phone in my pocket and stand up. “No it’s fine! I set it up!” I nearly screamed it out as I stood from the couch. Charlie stared at me shock for a moment before her normal bright smile returned to her face. “Wow that’s great!” She said as she walked over “Look at you getting the hang of technology!” Charlie said happily. I didn’t know why I was so nervous by an app, but it was on my mind. After finishing talking to Charlie I was able to leave, soon I was back in my bedroom. I let out a sigh and feel onto the massive bed and pulled out my phone, Viva still open.

Y/N POV

Left..Left..Left..

God this app was a never ending app of swiping left on people wanting hook-ups was tiring. This was the last time I’d take F/N advice and use a dating app, the fact they exist in hell was already surprising. It was nude after nude of people looking for a hookup. Then something different popped up, instead of the naked body I almost have gotten used to, I was greeted by a rubber duck with a white top hat. My eyes widen a bit as I layed there I swipped to look at the second photo, more ducks. I then moved and read the bio. “Luca..” I said quietly to myself reading the short info. I looked at the photos and the bio, it stood out in the sea of profile, i stair a while longer…

…Right.

“CONGRATS! YOU GOT A MATCH!” Popped up on my screen in red shades, with the little duck icon. “…that was quick” I think to myself. I click on the little message option.

Y/N - Hi :)

No ones POV

Lucifer layed there looking at the profiles, this was dating. More like brothel. He could barely understand, after swiping left a few times he chose to just turn off his phone, it was a mistake to think an app could help. Almost as soon as Lucifer sat his phone down his phone went off, illuminating the room …then it went off again.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow picking up his phone to see two notifications, both from Viva. Seeing a match with someone named Y/N and a message from them. Lucifer felt himself lose the ability to breathe, “A match?” Lucifer asked himself, confused on what that meant, he open the Add to be greeted my the words “CONGRATS! YOU GOT A MATCH!” And the icon that belong to Y/N.

The icon was a photo of Y/N. Lucifer’s eyes lit up and he finally let out a breath. He admired their features. Their H/C H/L that looked perfect, their E/C eyes drew him in. He clicked the image see their profile, he was greeted my a normal photo of you, it stood out. Lucifer saw the message illuminating in corner of the screen, he let out a breath and opened the message and saw a simple

Y/N - “Hi :)”

I sat their staring at the message before typing himself

Luca - Hi

Time skip (why? Because I fucking said so.)

Over the past few weeks, Lucifer and Y/N talked every day. Learning every little detail of each other. Lucifer learned about your job, your friends, how you lived and how you died even. He couldn’t help but want to know everything.

Y/N learned he had a daughter and that he’d been “recently divorced”, his words not theirs. Y/N learned that he loves ducks and creating new duck toys, he was a big dork, like a big puppy dog. Of course you didn’t know you were talking to Lucifer himself, you thought you were talking to a man named Luca…

During Lucifer’s now frequent visit to his daughter and her little Hazbin hotel, Charlie couldn’t help but notice how her dad was one his phone more then usual, usual being never. Naturally, Charlie was curious. “Sooo..” Charlie started, a little unsure what to say about her fathers new found internet obsession. “Who are you talking to?” Charlie ask curious.

Lucifer was quick to meet his daughters eyes and quickly put his phone face down on the table . “No one!” He said in an almost scream, before it buzzed again..and again…and again. Charlie eyes went between her dads now sweating face and and his phone. Before Lucifer could even react, Charlie reached for his phone. “Wait!” Lucifer said reaching for his phone from her hands, the phone screen lite up and Charlie was greeted my 4 notifications from someone named Y/N from Viva. Charlie gasp turning quickly turning to face him, Charlie’s face lite up like Christmas lights. “YOUR TALKING TO SOMEONE?!” Charlie squealed from excitement, since she helped set up his password she quickly opened his phone to see more.

“Charlie don’t-“ Lucifer started to say before seeing her face fall from its happy to confused. “Wait..” Charlie said looking at his profile, “why is your name ‘Luca’?” Charlie ask her eyes moving from his phone finally to be greeted with Lucifer’s red face “well…,” Lucifer started, “I wasn’t comfortable putting my name and photo on there so…I put a different name and photo.” Charlie’s face went from suprise to more annoyed, not angry, just disappointed. “Dad you can’t just do that!” Charlie said to her father, her free rubbing her face. “You can’t just catfish her!”

Lucifer looked confused, catfish? Like the animal? “Catfish?” Lucifer asked, truly not understanding the term. “Yes dad you can’t just lie about who you are to someone like that!” Charlie said scolding her father. Lucifer after that was able to put two and two together, the weight of what he’s been hit him like a bus. “Dad,” Charlie said letting out a sigh, “you have to come clean to them.” She said as she handed him his phone. “Char ITS not that easy!” Lucifer said taking the phone from then hand seeing them newest text, her caring words, them asking if he he’s eaten, remind him to take care of himself, her word hit his heart hard. “It’s not a normal situation, I’m the king of hell, not some random sinner!” Lucifer said he eyes not leaving the illuminated screen. “Dad, they’re gonna find out sooner or later, it’s better if you do it now, early into you talking then later..”

Lucifer stated quiet, he knew deep down she was right, he did truly like them and want more with them, he could only imagine how you’d react if he waited much longer it’s already been a few weeks… Lucifer let out a sigh and looked up at his daughter. “your right..” he said quietly, “I’ll tell them just…give me time..” Charlie stared for a moment before letting before smiling again. “Just do it soon dad…” Lucifer knew she was right.

Later that night Lucifer layed in his bed, looking at her last message, contemplating how to tell them, shoudl he texted it, no they’d think he’s joking, “maybe…” he though out loud. “A FaceTime..?” He asked himself, no, he didn’t even know how to start one… maybe…a date? You’d know he wasn’t lying about being satan himself, he could explain better then over a device and he could only imagine how beautiful you were in person… Lucifer looked down at the message you last send hesitation purged his mind, but slowly he began to type.

Luca - hey, can I ask you something?

Y/N - of course ask anything! :)

Luca - I was thinking he could go out sometime? Like a date going out.

After a a minute he saw you typing a new message. He could already feel his heart race a mile a minute, he felt a cold sweat form. Why was he so nervous? Then a little buzz when off, it was you he was hesitant but swipe to open the message.

Y/N - wait really? You wanna go on a date with me??

Lucifer swallowed the lump in his throat before typing with shaky fingers.

Luca - yes Y/N I really do.

Y/N - Yes I’d love to!! ❤️

Lucifer’s eyes lit up seeing you answer in only seconds, he can’t help but feel his heart flutter at the simple heart emoticon. Soon you both planned to meet for dinner the next night at a nice restaurant, named killer appetite, closer to the center of pentagram city, then he hit him…you both were actually going on a date. Together…

Y/N’s POV

When I saw his message asking me out, I could have screamed. He actually wanted to see me! I quickly typed and agreed to it. We chose dinner at a nice high end restaurant closer to the center of the city, I’ve heard of the place it was up scale. I was so ecstatic.

The next day at work couldn’t have gone slower, it felt like every minute was a hour long but as soon as that clock hit five, I was out the door racing home to get ready.As soon I was ready, my hair and outfit was perfect. I was quick out the door to the restaurant. On my way I received a message from Luca.

Luca - hey! Placed a reservation under L.M.

“L.M?” I asked myself, wondering what it meant, maybe his initials? I smile and replied ok,only a few minutes later I was at the restaurant, even though it was only 7 the restaurant was lively, full and packed. I walked over to the hostess stand.

“Hi, there should be a reservation for L.M?” I felt nervous, a mix of because of how busy it is and meet him…when I said the name of the reservation the hostess gave changed a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Of course! Right this way!” She said trying to put on a happy face but the nerves over shadowed that, she let me to a table already set up in a quieter area, almost completely different from the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant. “your server will be with you shortly, please enjoy!” She said as she raced out the room. I staired at the entrance way confused, why was that girl so nervous, and to have such a secluded area on a Friday night, it was unusual…

I sat down at the table that faced the entrance way. I pulled out my phone to text me.

Y/N - Hey! I just sat down! We have a really nice table, are you almost here? :)

I saw he read the text but no reply, I felt nervous again, my eyes kept watching my phone, my mouth was dry. But then I heard a voice “sorry I’m late..” the voice sounded nervous. I look up to a short blonde man. My eyes widen and my mouth is dry…

I was looking at Lucifer himself…

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[sundrop-writes]

if George walked in on you changing...

Word Count: 990

Harry Potter Masterlist

Warnings: this is set during Deathly Hallows when everyone is preparing for Bill and Fleur's wedding; the reader and George are not in a relationship, but they are friends with a spark who have been flirty with each other for a long time; the reader is described as afab and is mentioned to be wearing a dress (changing into one); the general tone of this is steamy with no explicit smut; George stares at the reader while she is undressed but the reader likes it; mentions of George's injury (his ear being blasted off); mentions of sex; general flirtiness and sexual tension.

A/N: I saw a bunch of tiktoks using the prompt 'how the Harry Potter characters would react to accidentally walking in on you changing' and idk why that was such a thing on tiktok, but it made me think of this. Let me know if you want to see this trope done with other characters and I'll probably do it because it was really fun. Also I am trying out this new formatting style because this is such a short fic. Anyway, hope you guys like it!

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“Oi! Is it time for-?” 

You heard the very distinct voice and felt a swish of air as the door was thrown open before you could shout at him to go away. 

Instinctively, you held the fabric of your dress against your body to cover yourself as much as possible. But it seemed that you didn’t have much luck. When you looked over your shoulder toward the doorway, you realised that you were almost entirely exposed - your back and your underwear completely on display, the makeshift cover only working to hide your breasts from prying eyes. 

You had been caught changing from one of your dress options into the other - absolutely indecisive as you were. Ginny had warned you that the lock on her bedroom door was ‘crap’ because everything in the house was so old and worn down. But you had been satisfied when it clicked, thinking that it was secure enough for you to strip down and get into your outfit for the wedding. 

But you were in so much of a rush that you didn’t notice the door drifting out of its frame due to the loose nature of the ‘lock’ - you were too busy thinking about everything you had to do that day, how you still had to put some finishing touches on the wedding cake and help Hermione with her hair. 

And now you were standing there - wearing nothing but your lacy, revealing underwear, barely covering your front with the fabric of your dress pressed against you while George stood in the doorway with his hand poised on the doorknob, staring you down entirely unabashed. He had not an ounce of shame as his eyes hungrily drank you in, and the longer he looked at you, the more attractive it made you feel. 

“Sorry.” George said quietly, not taking his eyes off you for a moment. 

Of course, he didn’t seem so sorry. 

“I thought Mum was in here. She - uh - she mentioned wanting to change my bandages before tonight.” He added on, gesturing toward the thick wad of cotton that was held to the side of his head with a headband made out of gauze. 

As much as Fred had joked about it - George was still definitely the better looking twin, even down one ear. 

Maybe it was because you had always thought that, a distinct attraction toward George always bubbling under the surface whenever you were around him. 

It was likely something about his quiet confidence. The fact that Fred was louder, always flirted with girls boldly even if he wasn’t necessarily interested in them. George was more reserved, and he could speak volumes with a single look and have you blushing with a few simple words. And from what you knew, he had only ever been that way with you. So feeling special in his eyes did add a lot to your attraction toward him. 

You loved the fact that he didn’t hide his attraction toward you or get shy when you flirted with him. Especially not in this moment, when his eyes raked over every detail of you, not trying in the slightest to hide his intentions as his lustful gaze looked you over. You became heated as you watched his eyes drink you in - from the side of your breast being accidentally squeezed by your arms while holding your dress against your body; to the gentle, natural curves of your side and the plushness of your stomach peeking out. 

His gaze definitely lingered around your ass. He almost couldn’t believe the fact that you were wearing black, lacy, see-through knickers - just like how he had imagined you in every single fantasy of his. (But this was so much better than a fantasy somehow. You were so much better.) 

“You could close the door anytime now.” You said, your voice light and cordial. 

You weren’t mad at him for staring. If anything, you were heavily resisting the urge to invite him in and push him down on the bed. (Which would have been intensely rude because it wasn’t even your bed, so that was one reason not to.) On top of the fact that anything you cooked up in your dirty mind would have massively derailed the packed, busy schedule for the day. You still had to help Hermione get ready and then go downstairs to help with some flower arrangements - unfortunately, fucking George Weasley’s brains out was not on that schedule. 

“Lacy knickers for a wedding?” He questioned, the usual laughter budding through his voice. “You aren’t… expecting anything, are you?” 

“My knickers are none of your business, George.” You told him with a chuckle. 

“Hmm. S’pose I’d like to make ‘em my business.” He replied, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth in a way that made you want to bite it - if simply to spite his cockiness. 

“Get out,” You chuckled quietly, knowing that you needed to get ready, that you didn’t have time to indulge any of this. “Go on, go!” 

To emphasise the point, you balled up the fabric of your dress and sharply threw it at him. He let out a bright laugh when it hit him in the middle of the chest and then fell at his feet, leaving you completely exposed to him. Of course, George then began ogling your tits with no more grace than a common caveman. 

“George!” You squealed, laughter evident in your voice, making no effort to cover yourself. 

You liked the attention too much - why try to hide from it? 

“Right, going,” He said, finally closing the door behind him with a wink. 

A warmth curled over you, and it made you flustered and dizzy as you moved to change into the outfit you had officially decided upon. You knew that it had very little to do with the August weather and everything to do with your attraction to that Weasley that had been plaguing you for a long time now.

#sundrop writes #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction

[kylelover]

Hi i love your blog < 3 can I request post covid headcannons? Kyle mainly like as a husband and your kids…etc THANK YOU

Omg hii tysm^__^ I love pc kyle tbh jfndkdk

Also in this you guys have 2 daughters! :)

SP POST COVID KYLE: HUSBAND HEADCANONS

He would be such a caring and loving father ♡

Whenever his kids got hurt he would instantly try to find a solution to make them feel better

Or if they were crying he would just comfort them until they stopped.

However I think he would still have some of his mothers behaviours in him.

Which meant he would be a little bit strict towards them.

"Wait, so youre telling me some random kid told you that your hairstyle was... shit?"

He would definitely defend his kids even if it depended on his life.

If he spoke to the principal and he didnt do anything about it... he would finish them himself

Mans could even fight death itself if it meant his daughters would be fine.

Kyle was working on his latest essay for work. He started getting overwhelmed as Word kept crashing... got frustrated and decided to take a break.

Since you were out of town because of your job he had to stay at home and take care of your kids.

He would have never thought that he... kyle broflovski... would have a whole family with you. It was like yesterday when he asked you out.

Everytime that he had those thoughts he would just feel... bittersweet.

Bitter in a way were he misses those days where you guys went on study dates, or the nostalgic feeling when you would do secret calls at 2am.

He didnt realise his kids would go through that someday.

Sweet in a way where now you guys were married, I mean, he was married with you: his favourite person. If teen Kyle saw this he would have been so excited about it. Like, the fact that he had two beautiful children with the love of his life made him feel great.

The ginger man realised he had been spacing out this whole time and decided to go do what he was gonna do.

Rest.

He was walking through the halls of his house and passed near his daughters bedroom. Opened the door slightly to check on them.

They were sleeping peacefully. One of his daughters had a small plushie you gifted on her birthday.

The other one slept with her baby blanket. A soft, light blue one.

Kyle smiled slightly.

God, he loved his family.

Kyle adored you with his whole soul

When Kyle proposed, he wanted to make it special and a core memory for both of you

So he spend over 6 months planning it.

When it was finally the day... he texted you at 3pm this:

Kyle ㅤㅤㅤㅤ15:27

Hey

Do you wanna come over? I have a surprise, also wear something nice ❤️

I love you.

When you responded saying that yes you were gonna come over

He decided to brush his hair in a really formal way and he put on a white buttoned shirt and his best pair of pants.

My guy even bought you a really cute gold bracelet

That day, he took you to your favourite restaurant

And at the end of the date... he took you to the Lake and proposed right there and there.

Needless to say, you accepted it.

Kyle would be the best husband fr

He would ALWAYS remember your anniversary. Every one was just even more perfect than the other.

He knew what to gift you since he remembers little details that you say throught the day.

Oh 2 months ago you said you loved certain necklace? And a few days ago you remarked how much you love animals. He bought you the exact same necklace you wanted and added a decoration of your favourite animal.

I also feel like he would be a malewife... lmao. So he would always help you with the house stuff.

If you were tired, he would do all of your tasks for the day.

He didnt care if his back hurt or anything, he would do this for an eternity with the cost of you feeling healthy afterwards.

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader

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The Birth of Venus

a/n: this is probably bad, wrote it at 1 am and have never written before and doubt anyone will even see this. written with male/ gender neutral reader in mind but i don’t think i mentioned sex or gender at all, if anyone does see this and likes it or has feedback, tell me!

also not proofread lol

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hannibal who asks you to be his muse for a nude portrait. He presents this request as politely and professionally as possible, to hide his true intentions. Hannibal who knows damn well he wouldn’t need a reference to properly etch your figure onto parchment, he’s already done it dozens of times.

You, being none the wiser, agree. Albeit a bit hesitantly, but you agree nonetheless. fast forward to the arranged date and time, he has unclothe yourself in his bathroom that’s attached to the master bedroom, for your comfort, he explains. he waits patiently with his sketchbook in hand, legs crossed away from your view. you pay no attention to his body language, but anyone who was even slightly educated on seeing the signs would be able to deduce that he was enjoying the situation in another light.

you exit the bathroom, a towel draped over yourself. you stand a bit over a yard away from him, unsure of what to do with yourself. he assures you that there is no need to be nervous, it’s just you and him, no danger or judgement. this eases you slightly, though he can tell you’re still tense.

he instructs you to place the towel on the desk behind you, and you follow. you turn back to him to see him already looking at you, is that desire in his eyes? Of course not, why would that be the case? he lets his eyes rake across you, taking in small details that he mentally stores away. he realizes he’s staring, and staring is rude, so he pulls his eyes back to his paper. this is when he begins his rough sketch, he will go in and clean everything up later. when he is happy with his sketch, finishing the outline with only a few stolen glances of the beauty in front of him, he looks back up. you’re looking at him, watching his hands in particular. from this angle you can make out the rough shape of yourself, it makes you blush a bit as you realize just the situation you remain in. he sees the pink dusting your cheeks and neck, but doesn’t comment on it. he simply stares.

he drags his line of sight onto the page once more, adding finer details as the minutes pass. he can feel it against his thigh now, but he dare not speak of it or even acknowledge it. this has never been a problem when it was just him, though he knew it would arise when you were standing in front of him as his hand graced the page. he flicks his eyes up for only a second, to regain his senses. the image was starting to take shape now. you could see it, and you recognized it? it was you, in the place of Venus in the renaissance painting The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli.

you couldn’t make out the faces of the other three people in the image, but that wasn’t important. what was important was that Hannibal had led you here, just to simply take in your grace. you hadn’t known it, but this wasn’t simply a ploy to get you undressed in front of him, even if that was part of it. as elegant and chaste as hannibal likes to pretend he is. but he chose to memorialize you in the place of venus, the goddess of love, beauty, and sex. (atleast those are the motifs that apply here)

when he presented the image to you, your eyes widened on instinct. and you took a step forward to take the sketchbook from his hands and get a better look of it yourself, a better look of you, i suppose. Hannibal took note of the decreased proximity, and let his eyes wander. oh if only you knew how often you flitted about his mind. it’d end him, like you inevitably would.

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i was listening to the song Black Beauty by Lana Del Rey while writing this btw, good song.

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal x reader #hannibal x gn reader #hannibal x male reader #i would like to kiss mads mikkelsen #mwah kissy kissy

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Hall Pass - Chapter 2

Paring: Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF)

Series Summary: You run into Henry Cavill at the start of a two-week house-sitting vacation. You had some previous plans. Some were ruined by your now ex-boyfriend. Some were made better. Guess by whom?

Series Warnings: I’ll be honest, this whole thing is just self-indulgent smutty fluff. Here’s what I offer: meeting, making out, and having sex with Henry Cavill (rpf). I’m probably NOT going to be adding chapter warnings unless I get a bug to re-write and something worms it’s way into the story that I wasn’t expecting.

A/N: I started this story shortly after the fiasco of The Witcher and Superman announcements. I thought about how great it would be to try and cheer him up a little. For the purposes of this story, he is single. No hate to anyone in his life right now, in whatever way you imagine that to be. I also understand if you do not read rpf. Feel free to scroll on by. I don’t need to hear about it.

This was going to be a looooong one-shot, but solicited feedback prompted me to break it up for you. 

Playlist: I will add to Spotify with each chapter.

Word Count: 3.8K

Chapter 1

 

In the morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee forced your eyes open. You hoped you had enough time to shower before heading out to say goodbye to Henry. Plus you needed to tame the lingering fantasy from your dreams the night before. Somehow while reaching for the bottle of body wash on the floor of the tight shower cubicle you almost slipped and fell out, cursing loudly and grabbing on to the shower curtain, praying it held while you found your balance again. You heard a sharp knock at the bedroom door.

“Everything alright in there?” Henry called.

“It’s fine! I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” you hollered back from the bathroom.

You tried to hurry while still taking your time to keep your footing. One more quick rinse, then a dry off with a fluffy towel and you were back in the room slipping into fleece-lined leggings and a comfy oversized sweater.

He had another fire roaring in the great room and was sitting next to two mugs of coffee at the breakfast bar.

“Good morning! I heard a shout when I came to see how you took your coffee. Everything okay?”

“Oh, just clumsy me. I’m fine. And black is fine, thank you very much.” You glanced at your watch. So little time left.

“Yeah, I should probably get going soon. The store said 10 and I recall it was about 30 minutes out?” You nodded in response to his query. “Yeah, so a quick cup and then I should run.”

You hoped your face hadn’t fallen too low. Could you fake a need in town so you could head in with him? Ooh, go back for the honey! No, too desperate.

“Henry?” Might as well try, desperate or not.

“Yes?”

“Do you… where you’re staying… Is there any reason…Would you want to…I mean, there’s a table that gets good natural light you could take over and work on your model…oh, but Kal…shoot, nevermind.”

“Were you offering this farm as my hiatus home?”

“Yes? I mean, you could take up more space than a table. Plus the grounds are inspiring to wander around. And the goats. You barely had time to meet them while you were making out with the horses yesterday.”

Henry gave a hearty chuckle. “That’s really sweet of you. Very kind. But I’ve got…”

“Yeah, right, of course. Ignore me. Please. This must be so weird for you. A total stranger offering you a room in a home that isn’t even hers.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call you a total stranger and I’ve often found that Henrys make the best friends, but yes, I do have Kal and my assistant to think about.”

“Yeah, of course. No worries.”

You offered to jot down the directions back to town while you finished your coffee with Henry. He asked you to text him the details instead, reciting his cell number for you.

“I can trust you won't just go handing this out now, right?”

“Never!” You clutched your chest in mock dismay.

Too few moments later, you waved down the drive with a bittersweet smile on your face as you watched him go, then turned to re-enter the house and settle into your non-anniversay day. It had started out so lovely, but now that you were alone…

Oh, but not! You shifted gears and headed into the barn, where Caleb was mucking stalls.

“Did you have a visitor last night?” the old man greeted you with a cheerful smile.

“Sort of? The strangest thing…”

“And where’s your better half this morning?” He watched your face fall and tried to recover. “Everything okay?”

“It will be.” You paused for a moment. “We’re done. He just couldn’t tear himself away from work, not even for our anniversary.”

“That stinks. I’m so sorry. Was that him I heard leaving just now?”

“Not exactly…” you hedged as Caleb laughed at your reticence.

“Okay, well, keep your secrets then,” he winked. “Want to help out here?”

You jumped at the chance to get a little more familiar with the care and handling of the horses. Caleb helped you lead Mikka and Sadie into the field. You asked if you could have Butterscotch saddled for a ride in a little bit, which meant Telly would stick nearby. He never went far without her. Caleb recommended waiting to saddle the horse until the work was done so she wasn’t uncomfortable for the duration. The manual labor kept your mind off both Henry and your ex for the time being. As soon as the stalls were done, you headed back inside to pack some provisions for the afternoon. When you headed back out to the barn, you turned your attention to the goats who were ready for mid-morning nibbles.

Caleb was just about to saddle Butterscotch when a familiar vehicle wound its way up the drive.

“Holy shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Any idea who this is now? Wait, isn’t that the SUV I saw on my way in?”

“Sure is,” you were almost beaming. Henry Cavill was driving back up the road to you with what looked like a large bear in the passenger seat.

Henry parked and stepped out of the car, making his way toward you and offering a hand to Caleb in greeting.

“Good afternoon! I’m Henry. You must be the horse master?”

“Sure am. Name’s Caleb. Nice to meet you.”

“Henry, what on earth are you doing back here?” you asked.

“Well, I got to thinking. First of all, we forgot to grab some photos for your hosts. And second, why would I spend my hiatus in a fancy hotel in the city, when I could just as easily enjoy this beautiful country-side? If the offer still stands, that is.”

“You a photographer or something?” Caleb asked, and it was all you could do not to laugh at the older gentleman. 

“Uh, no. Nope. Not a photographer,” Henry smiled. 

“Caleb, Henry forgot to give you his last name. Seems that’s his schtick. This is Henry Cavill, he’s an actor. Plays Superman,” you offered, thinking it would be the easiest character for Caleb to identify with.

“Well, played, yes,” Henry countered and you almost fainted from embarrassment. Of course! He’d just had some terrible news about that role. And after leaving The Witcher, no less. Poor guy was having a hard time of it lately. 

“Oh, yeah. Think I knew that. Well, what’s a big Hollywood celebrity doing all the way out here?” Caleb asked.

“I was picking up some items from a store nearby when I got sidetracked and wound up at this wonderful farm last night. And now I’m hoping I can impose for a little while longer.” He smiled at you with a genuine sincerity and you couldn’t stop grinning back. Suddenly a sharp bark sounded from the SUV.

“Oh, yes, and Kal! Caleb, are the horses good with strange dogs? I’d love to let him run free, but happy to keep him inside if it’s a problem?” Henry asked.

“As long as he’s good with horses, they’re good with him. Sadie and MIkka are out in the pasture right now, but Telly and Butterscotch can show him around.”

While Henry retrieved Kal from the car and introduced him to you and Caleb, an idea began to form and before you knew it you were giving it voice.

“Caleb, would it be too much trouble to saddle Telly as well? If Henry’s up for it, I’d love to take him for a ride this afternoon,” you gave a questioning glance toward Henry, hiding your panic that he might think you were once again insinuating a different kind of activity altogether.

“Oh, well if it’s not too much trouble for Caleb, that would be a wonderful treat.” If he did notice the double entendre, he wasn’t showing it.

“Sure. Happy to saddle ‘em up for you. Think you can get ‘em untacked when you're back?”

You nodded, noticing Henry did as well, and Caleb proceeded to get the horses ready for you while you led Henry back into the house.

“Oh, and here, for you” Henry handed you a small brown paper bag. You opened it and peered in to find two jars of honey. “I wasn’t sure which flavor you preferred, so I just asked Josh if I could have one of each.”

“Well, thank you!” You put the honey in the kitchen and continued down the hall to drop Henry’s bags in his guest room. While he used the bathroom, you took the time to gather a few more items to add to the bag you’d already packed to take with you on your ride, then led Henry back out to the barn.

“Alright, you two. I’ll be back this evening to gather the other two and get them all in the barn for the night. See you later!”

You waved as Caleb took off, then headed into the barn to grab a helmet. Henry followed.

“Do you think I could borrow a helmet as well?”

“Oh, I didn’t even think. I usually wear one because, you know,” you gestured to yourself, “clumsy. But I didn’t want to assume, since you ride so often.”

“Well, it’s always a good idea to take precautions, I think. Maybe just to stay on the safe side,” he winked at you. Or tried to.

Once you were settled in the saddles, Henry asked where to.

“There are a few different paths around the property. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take an easy ride through the pasture and around the woods.”

“Sounds just fine.”

Henry and Telly fell in line with you as you led Butterscotch down the lane and into the field at a slow pace. Kal ran ahead and returned every so often to make sure he was headed in the same direction you were. You asked Henry how he managed to switch up his plans.

“I just felt so welcome and unbothered here last night, I really didn’t want our time to end. I called my assistant and had her bring Kal to meet me in town. Gave her the rest of the hiatus off and hoped for the best. I just texted her while I was settling my things in the guest room to go ahead and cancel the suite as well, since it seems I have another lodging option now.”

A warmth spread from the tip of your head to your toes. Henry Cavill wanted to spend more time with you. It seemed you wanted the same. You let your sincere smile speak for itself and enjoyed the rest of the ride in a serene quiet, listening for the sounds of nature instead. Every so often, you snuck a glance to see if the videos you'd watched online did any justice to the way this man sat in the saddle.

They did not.

Soon, you turned Butterscotch to enter a small copse of trees and Telly followed suit, barely requiring a nudge from Henry’s reins. A short distance in, you pulled to a stop and turned to see how Henry was reacting to the landscape in front of him.

“What in the world…?” he marveled.

“It’s a small natural hot spring. The next town over is famous for them. There’s a hotel, spa, roman bath house, the whole works. It’s their tourist draw. My friends were lucky enough to find this small pocket on their land. They set the flagstones surrounding the pool and even created some stone seats once you step in.” You paused, realizing Henry had just told you how unbothered he felt here and now it seemed you were making a play to see him practically naked. “If you want to, that is, no pressure at all.”

“Well I don’t know if I’m prepared…”

“I snagged a pair of swim trunks while you were settling in,” you admitted, sheepishly. “I was already packed and getting ready to head out here when you showed up. I really hope you don’t mind.”

“How could I mind? And the water’s safe?”

“Absolutely. They test it just about every week, but it stays consistently warm and without bacteria. It’s really a wonder!”

“Well alright then. Let’s do it!” Henry smiled wide and dismounted with such ease you were almost embarrassed to get down in front of him.

It honestly felt like you were flopping yourself to the ground every time you got off a horse. But once you were on solid ground, Henry approached to help you unpack the saddle bags. You let the horses saunter around the clearing, trusting Butterscotch to keep Telly close.

“There doesn’t seem to be a changing room out here,” he joked, making a show of looking around.

“Yes, well. I thought you could just step behind that rather large pine over there and change while I get in. There’s no one around for miles, I swear it.”

Henry accepted the trunks and towel you offered, then marched off to the makeshift dressing room. You set the food and drink you’d packed on the side of the spring, then peeled off your clothes down to your bathing suit and stepped in, sitting quickly to fend off the brisk, wintery air, keeping your back towards Henry, lest he actually be too big to fit behind the tree as well.

In a moment, you heard a rustle and footsteps heading your way, so you turned and almost lost your breath. He was striding toward you, jeans and sweater in hand, towel draped around his neck, and looking just fine in the borrowed swim shorts. They fit him snuggly and it may have been the best idea you’d ever had, short of actually inviting him to stay with you at the farm.

As he got closer, you moved to the far side of the spring to give him room to enter. He sat and released the same satisfied sigh you had when you first entered the warm water.

“I didn’t realize how chilly the air had gotten until you had me strip naked behind a tree. But this is just phenomenal.”

You laughed and apologized, but he waved it off. 

“I’m glad you suggested this. It’s a welcome treat. And I see you have champagne?”

“Yes, well. My plan was to come out here and drown my sorrows alone…”

“Oh, right! Ah, today’s the actual day, is it?”

“Was. Yes. So would you care to toast the demise of my most recent blunder with me?”

“Absolutely. And his loss, by the way. Absolutely.”

You ducked with a sudden shyness and took a sip of the champagne.

“Did you also bring strawberries for this? That’s a pretty standard anniversary thing, isn’t it?” Henry teased with a wink.

“I would have if they didn’t wreck my insides. I can’t stomach the tiny seeds. But here,” you turned and grabbed a small container to open and hand over. “Have some grapes?”

Henry thanked you and grabbed a few, then apologized if his strawberry joke was in poor taste.

“You had no idea. How could it be?” you assured him.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“For not treating me like a celebrity. With kid gloves and as if the whole world revolves around me. It’s been refreshing from the moment you bumped into me. You’ve listened to my ramblings about my hobbies and haven’t asked once about that Witcher fiasco. Or Superman for that matter. It made it very easy for me to accept your offer of a few weeks of quiet country time and I really appreciate it.”

“Confession?”

“Yours or mine?” he asked.

“Mine.”

“Ok, go.”

“You’re my Hall Pass.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Hall Pass. It’s like…”

“Yes, I think I’m aware, but you aren’t in a relationship anymore, right. Not since the very minute we met, if I’m not mistaken. Do you need a pass now?”

“No. No I suppose I don’t.”

“Good. Because I really wouldn’t want this to ruin anything you’ve got going.”

You blinked your eyes with confusion. “This?” you asked, not sure if you were afraid he would give you the answer you assumed he’d give, which was something along the lines of anything that hinted he had no real interest in you. Or if you were afraid he’d give you the answer you hoped for and that he meant he had the same undeniable attraction to you as you had to him.

He licked his lips, tilted his head, and furrowed his brow ever so slightly. You could see the way his mind sought the right words.

“I suppose it’s my turn to apologize and hope I’m not being terribly forward when I say that I don’t mind saying I’d like to kiss you.”

You blinked again trying to decipher the words that sounded like a jumble and yet also appeared to mean exactly what you wanted them to when combined with the sexy drop in his voice and the way he leaned in ever so slightly.

Don’t shake your head to clear the cobwebs, you idiot. But do something soon so he doesn’t regret what he’s just said.

“I think I’d like that, too,” you managed to whisper, afraid of the tremble you were sure would accompany the regular volume of your voice as he inched closer.

“Is now okay?” and he waited just long enough to see you nod before he bent his head left and captured your lips between his.

It was sweet and warm, a tender, gentle touch. At first. But the groan that escaped his throat as you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip when you very much couldn’t hold back sent shivers down your spine and a heat wave through your core. Henry placed a hand against your neck to hold you firmly in place as he tilted your head back and answered your silent ask with his own deepening of the kiss, tongue swirling into you.

The various ways you imagined kissing Henry Cavill could go each time you pressed play on one of his movies or shows did absolutely no justice to the real thing. And maybe you were naive, but this didn’t feel like an “acting kiss.” No, this was real, at least for you. Every tingle, every spark, every butterfly struggling for release. And yours wasn’t the only body reacting.

Henry pressed closer, pushed you gently against the side of the small pool, one hand behind your back to cushion you against the stones. You felt his knee wedge between your thighs and when your hand touched his side to hold him close you could swear you felt goosebumps. But that must just be the cold air.

Suddenly he pulled you away from the wall, backing himself up to the other side and dragging his hands down your back before lifting you onto his lap and coaxing your legs to either side of his thighs. He never once let go of your mouth, so you had no choice but to moan wantonly into his as you could now feel what else this kiss was doing to him.

His hands roamed your body, fingers pressing and squeezing gently before settling on the small of your back so he could shift you closer into the grind of his hips. After a few moments of even more passionate kissing with heads tilting back and forth in a carefully choreographed dance of lips and tongue, you felt him pull back and reluctantly let go.

“If we don’t stop, I’ll likely come right in these borrowed pants and I wouldn’t want to mess with the pH of the hot spring,” Henry confessed with a little sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry, I know I started that.”

“Please stop apologizing to me,” you answered kindly, attempting to retreat to the opposite side of the spring. “If nothing else, on my darkest days I can at least remind myself of a hot tub makeout session with Henry Cavill.”  

Henry didn’t let go.

“Oh, well, I was hoping…I mean, is it presumptuous of me to imagine there could be something else, more than … well.” The way he simply stood up as he shifted your legs to wrap around his waist and turned to set you on the ledge. “Is the air too cold for this?”

“I have a feeling you can take care of that,” you grinned, accepting his arms around your shoulders as he bent for another taste of your lips. All his residual body heat was keeping you warm and even if it wasn’t, your mind was decidedly on other things for the entire time his mouth was on yours. 

Suddenly, your phone’s alarm sounded and you jumped, knocking your head against his once again.

“Shit! Sorry! That caught me by surprise,” you apologized.

“That phone seems to cause you more trouble than it’s worth,” he teased, letting you free so you could stand up and grab your cell from the bag.

“Oh, I'd rather say this phone has provided me a unique experience," you replied before glancing down to silence the alarm. "Oh…fuck,” you tried to keep your flash of concern to a whisper but Henry heard.

“Everything alright?” he asked, already slipped back into the warm water where you also wished you could be at the moment.

“Uh, yeah. It’s…oh, god. I swear. You are going to think I am just trying to take all kinds of advantage of you,” you offered, while wrapping yourself in a towel to stay warm.

“I mean, I’m not exactly protesting here, am I?”

“No, I suppose not. But this whole day is just..okay, well it was supposed to be an anniversary date, if you recall. So what’s happening now is that we need to pack up and head back to the house because in sixty minutes I have a massage booked.” You grimmaced, hoping it didn’t sound like just another excuse to be next-to-naked next to Henry Cavill. “I could just cancel, eat the fee, it’s not a big deal…”

“Absolutely not. Unless that’s what you want to do. This is your day, right?” He watched you nod. “And do you want to have a massage?”

What you wanted was to continue your time with Henry in a hot spring, but you had also shelled out some major bucks to schedule two in-home 90-minute massages for you and your dolt of an ex. Canceling now would mean losing the entire fee. And Henry was here for another two weeks. There’d be plenty of time to get back here, literally and figuratively, if that’s where things were really going to head.

Plus, the stress of everything over the last several months left you longing for the sensation of palms and knuckles and fingers kneading into deep tissue to release stubborn tension. You could send one of them home, maybe. Eat that cost. Unless…

“Would you be interested in one as well?”

Henry paused for a moment. “There might be some things to consider with that…ah, fuck it. Why not?”

Chapter 3

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Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch. 6

Surprise! Chapter 6 will not be the final chapter of Clash! Thanks to a burst of inspiration, I will be adding a couple more chapters since I love this story so much. I hope you guys enjoy and as always let me know what you think! 😄

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex , Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing, Blood, Peril, Car Accident (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

 An infectious smile plagues your lips as the warmth of your shower washes away the evidence of your morning dalliance with your neighbor. You feel shivers crawl across your limbs at the memory of his lips kissing against your skin, causing your mind to swirl as you try to keep your giddiness at bay. Despite your efforts, your cheeks ache slightly from the swell against your eyes, feeling completely blissed out that a man as handsome as Jeon Jungkook came to ruin your morning, poisoning you with his maddening charm. 

You move quickly, knowing that he’s waiting on you as you dry off your body and put your clothes back on from earlier. You admire your expression in the mirror, your cheeks flushed crimson from the mixture of your shower and Jungkook’s glorious treatment of your body. You bite your bottom lip nervously as you dry your hair with your towel, eliminating as much moisture as possible before brushing out the strands. 

Once you feel satisfied with your appearance, you pull open your bathroom door half expecting Jungkook to complain about taking so long. To your surprise, you find Jungkook still draped across your bed, your sheets wrapped around his waist to conceal his most intimate region as he rests peacefully. Your eyes scan across the length of his body, admiring the sculpted muscle of his back as he lays face down against your bed, soft airy snores indicating his slumber. 

A smile tugs on the corner of your lips, surprised to find the usually intimidating man appearing so soft and innocent, clearly lost in his dreams as he recovers from his exhaustion. You take a few steps closer, letting your eyes study all of the details that are Jeon Jungkook. From the freckle tucked beneath his bottom lip to the small scar on his cheekbone, you take the opportunity to admire every inch of him since you are graced with this rare opportunity. 

You sigh happily, feeling the annoyance you once felt for him disappear as it is replaced with admiration. You don’t have the heart to wake him up so you decide to let him sleep, knowing after his night shift, rest would probably do him some good. You start moving around your apartment, collecting his clothing from their locations tossed about the floor, folding them neatly before placing them on your nightstand beside your bed. You steal one last glance as you finish folding his sweatpants, feeling something solid in the pocket as your curiosity gets the best of you. 

You let your fingers trail into the seams of the pocket, pulling out his wallet and apartment keys before shifting to the other pocket to find his phone and a pair of reading glasses. You’re surprised to find the glasses, glancing back at a peacefully resting Jungkook as you imagine what he would look like in them. Surely they would only compliment his chiseled jaw and features. You quickly replace the items before completing your fold, setting the sweatpants down as you take your leave to your living room, and closing your bedroom door to give him some privacy to sleep.

It doesn’t take you long to contemplate what to do next, listening to the full ache in your stomach from your morning hunger. You notice the coffee you brewed yourself before Jungkook came to interrupt your morning, walking over to the mug, and placing your hand around the ceramic to feel it was still warm to the touch. You shrug your shoulders, deciding to continue fixing yourself the cup anyway as you move toward the refrigerator to seek out your favorite creamer. 

You sigh happily from the sense of relaxation, moving to grab the small container of sugar from beside your coffee maker. You scoop in two spoonfuls of sugar before glancing around your kitchen to contemplate what lunch you could possibly make and serve Jungkook. You don’t want to make anything too extravagant but you equally want to make something that will satisfy both of your appetites. 

As you look through your pantry, you bring your mug up to your lips to indulge in the caffeinated beverage, feeling oddly peaceful and relaxed after getting tangled up with your neighbor between your sheets. You smile against the edge of the mug before gulping back another sip, finding some ramen noodles and a variety of sauces to make a quick ramen dish. 

You set your mug down on the counter behind you as you collect the ingredients, moving toward the stove as you grab a pan and fill it with water, setting it down to boil. You turn your attention toward your cupboards, retrieving a cutting board and knife as you slide across your kitchen tile, grabbing some green onion to slice up and add to the meal. 

As you prepare the ingredients, you set your phone down on the counter as you play your favorite playlist, making sure the music isn’t too loud to wake up your guests in the neighboring room. You sway your hips as you get lost in cooking the meal, making your best effort to impress Jungkook as you mix a variety of flavors to create perfectly balanced noodles for his after-work enjoyment. 

As time passes, you fail to realize that the small noises you occasionally create have stirred Jungkook from his slumber. He’s surprised to wake up in your bed, his lack of clothing reminding him of his recent activities with you. His large eyes scan his surroundings, studying the details of your bedroom, from the pictures on your dresser to the albums you have tucked in one of your bookshelves. He takes the opportunity to clean up once realizing that you’re out of the shower and shifting about outside of your bedroom.

Meanwhile, you’re letting the eggs cook as you turn your attention to boiling the noodles, ready to assemble the delicious comfort dish hoping that Jungkook enjoys it as much as you plan to. You sway your hips to the music, too distracted to hear the gentle click of your door as Jungkook steps out to find you happily cooking away. He smiles as he leans against the bartop counter connecting your kitchen to your living room, his eyes drinking in the sight of your hips swishing back and forth to one of his favorite songs. 

You move to drain the water from the pot as you distribute noodles to each of the two bowls prepped on the edge of the kitchen island. As you mix in the noodles with the combination of sauces and spices, you peer up to find Jungkook watching you silently, his lip piercing tucked between his teeth.

You instinctually jump back in surprise, laughing off your skittish reaction as you sprinkle a few scallions atop the ramen. “Sorry.” You laugh it off as your eyes fall to the bowls. “I didn’t see you walk in.” You look back up at him, noticing that his torso is completely bare, displaying the art against his skin wonderfully as his sweatpants hang loosely on his hips, the chiseled muscles of his waist allow your eyes to follow their guidance toward his manhood. 

“Smells good.” Jungkook grins, his smile confident and curious as he watches you continue placing together your creation. “Weren’t we going out to lunch?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrow, watching as you slice a few eggs down the middle to add to the meal. 

“Well, you fell asleep…” You start explaining, turning around to retrieve another mug of coffee from your coffee maker that you brewed a few minutes ago. “I figured I could make lunch since you’re probably exhausted.” You add nervously, chewing on your bottom lip as you offer him the mug. “Hope you’re in the mood for ramen.” 

Jungkook’s demeanor softens with the realization that you purposefully tried to do something kind and thoughtful for him. He watches you place the mug in front of him, grateful for something that could help him gain some energy back as he fights off the grogginess. “Thanks, Y/n.” He speaks softly before the softness in his eyes morphs back to his mischievous intentions. 

“And here I thought you were nothing but a spoiled brat.” He teases, chuckling contently as you offer him an annoyed glare. Here you are cooking him a meal after a long day completely out of the goodness of your heart and he’s calling you a brat? He looks past you toward the different jars lining your kitchen counter as he tilts his head up, motioning toward them. “Do you have any sugar?” 

He has a smug smirk proudly displayed on his lips as you glance back over your shoulder, finding the inconspicuous ceramic containers of necessary kitchen ingredients. You turn around to reach for one of the smaller jars, sliding it against the granite. “Yeah, here you go.” 

You move around the kitchen island to retrieve a couple of chopsticks as a mischievous smile forcefully invades the swell of your cheeks. You pause for a moment in your utensil drawer, suddenly hearing Jungkook cough up his coffee from behind you. You twirl on your heel innocently, looking at him as if you’re completely confused by his distress. “Everything okay?” You ask innocently, batting your eyelashes as Jungkook peers into his mug to examine the contents. 

Jungkook looks into the supposed jar of sugar, his facial features twisting at the kick of salt as he gently licks the substance from his spoon. “What the fuck? This is salt.” He groans in complaint, peering up to find you holding back a giggle as you sprinkle some sesame seeds over the noodles. 

“Is it?” You feign innocence as your face illuminates in surprise. “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook sets the mug down as he walks out from behind the bar top, moving to stand in front of where you're working, caging his arms on either side of you as he rests on the counter. You turn to face him, instantly feeling yourself shudder at the close proximity, his face just inches away from yours. You shrug your shoulders as you keep your dominance, despite wanting nothing more than to shrink under his powerful stare. “Happy accident?” You propose, knowing full well that you intentionally gave him the wrong container. 

“Cut the bullshit, princess.” Jungkook hisses from his towering stance over you, leaving you a shuddering mess as he leans in closer, brushing his lips lightly against yours. “Admit you did it on purpose.”

Every ounce of you craves to submit to this man, but like always, your stubbornness leads your decision-making as you peer through your eyelashes at him. “Did I?” Your response causes Jungkook to tense up, his hands gripping the edge of the counter tighter as he presses his tongue on the inside of his cheek. Your eyes admire the muscular build of his bare torso once again as you try not to jump up and wrap your legs around him out of your stirring lust.

“Mhm.” He mutters simply, letting his head hang just over your shoulder as he places a kiss along your decolletage, causing you to moan instinctually at the touch of his lips. He smirks against your skin at the soft sounds of pleasure that your body creates from his touch, leaving his ego fluffed as he reaches around you to retrieve one of the bowls of ramen. He takes a step back, allowing you to finally resume breathing normally as his appetite kicks in. 

“Thanks for making food.” He offers sincerely as you adjust from his intensity back to the childlike glow in his eyes at the sight of food. You let out a breath through your teeth as you smile, turning around to retrieve the opposite bowl before holding out a pair of chopsticks for him.

“You’re welcome.” You smile proudly, as Jungkook accepts the utensils and moves back around to take a seat at one of the stools near his salted coffee. 

He glances down at the mug with a pout before eyeing the ramen suspiciously. “Did you tamper with this as well?” He asks, looking at the bowl with caution.

“Tamper with ramen? That would be a crime.” Your tone is light as you joke, watching Jungkook’s cheeks swell against his large eyes as a joyous chuckle leaves his diaphragm. 

“Good.” He points his chopsticks in your direction as he narrows his gaze. “Otherwise we couldn’t be friends.” 

Your eyes widen in surprise as you cross your arms in front of your chest. “Oh, so we’re friends now?” 

Jungkook takes his first mouthful of the ramen, enjoying the kick of spice and flavors as he slurps up his noodles. He covers his mouth with the hand holding his chopsticks to politely chew as his shoulders lift up and down from his slight laughter. He finishes his bite before looking at you with mischief sparkling in his irises. “I said we couldn’t be friends, not that we were friends.” You feel yourself wanting to retaliate, however, Jungkook’s gleeful smile leaves you giddy as you watch his tattooed hand manipulate his chopsticks skillfully as he takes another serving. 

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes as you dig your chopsticks into the noodles to mix them up a bit. “You know you like me.” 

“Eh, debatable.” He grins, licking off the leftover savory flavors from his lips as you both stare each other down, your battle ending with both of your stubbornness cracking as you admire the sight of each other. 

—

Another long day at the office causes you to question your profession, feeling unmotivated to return to your job as the workload continues to pile on. A sigh escapes your lips as you pull open the door of the parking garage, enjoying the familiar scent of the apartment lobby. You peer down at your phone as you tap your thumb against the screen, watching it illuminate, holding your breath to see if Jungkook might have messaged you. To your disappointment, there is nothing on the screen which causes your lips to tug into a pout.

You slip your phone into the side pocket of your dress pants, moving your hands up to your hair, pulling on the elastic holding the strands together in a bun as you let your hair cascade down your shoulders. Your eyes locate the familiar archway leading into the mailroom, turning the corner as you seek out your mailbox in hopes there are no bills to be discovered. 

You swiftly locate your name as you peak in to find an empty mailbox, allowing the tension in your muscles to relax. You fail to notice the other residents in the location as you finally glance around at your surroundings. There is a familiar woman at the far side of the small utility room and an even more familiar man standing beside you. You glance over his details, his tattoos exposing his identity immediately as you look up to find Jungkook immensely focused on a piece of paper clutched between his fingertips. 

“Hey.” You offer softly, feeling a strange excitement bubble in your stomach at the opportunity to see Jungkook in passing. You haven’t seen him since a couple of days ago when  you enjoyed lunch together after a morning of explicit activities. You smile warmly, noticing that he’s in his paramedic uniform, clear exhaustion all over his features. “Did you work day shift today?” You ask curiously as you pull his attention away from the letter in his hand. 

“Yeah, I covered someone’s shift.” He spoke plainly, his voice clearly fighting to hide the building agitation. Your smile quickly disappears as Jungkook furrows his brow, annoyance invading his handsome features. “Fucking fantastic.” He groans under his breath as he pushes past you to make his way toward the elevators. 

You pause, wondering what could possibly be written in the letter that seemed to cause the man such distress. You’ve seen him be a complete ass but never so concerned and frustrated like he is now. You turn quickly on your heels, knowing that if you move quickly you would have the entire elevator ride upstairs to try and pry as your curiosity gets the best of you. 

“Is everything okay?” You question as you take faster strides to catch up to him, thankful that the elevator is at the top floor of the building which buys you some time. Jungkook’s body is turned away from you as you stand next to him, looking at the monitor of the elevator to see the numbers decrease slowly. 

Jungkook lets out a sigh of exasperation as he waves the letter in his hand around. “I got another fucking noise complaint.” He hisses, his jaw tensing up in anger as your eyes widen. While you might have been responsible for the first noise complaint, you definitely aren’t responsible for the second. 

“What?” You can’t hide the shock as Jungkook’s eyes shift in your direction, pinning you to a metaphorical wall with his intensity. 

“Did you do this?” He grits between his teeth as he holds the letter up toward you, blaming you for yet another discretion on his record. 

You narrow your eyes at his accusation feeling your defensive nature kick in. “What? No, I didn’t say anything.” 

Jungkook chuckles sarcastically as he turns away from you, rolling his eyes as if he doesn’t believe you. “Yeah, sure.” His voice is crisp and low, causing a shudder to rake through your body at the thought of it in a different situation. “Whatever you say, princess.”

You click your tongue as you cross your arms in front of you. “I said I didn’t. Must have been someone else.”

Jungkook glares in your direction once again, his stare unforgiving as he steps toward you menacingly. “Well thanks to your first complaint, this is my second offense.” He tongues the inside of his cheek, a gesture you quickly start associating with his frustration. “They’re saying I violated my contract and gave me thirty days to move out.” 

You feel the breath get knocked from your lungs at the weight of his words. Move out? Could you imagine living next to anyone other than Jeon Jungkook? You frantically search your brain for some logic and reasoning, unable to process the news as you internally grieve the reality that you may not be living next to Jungkook within the month. “Can they do that?” You offer, hearing the tone of the elevator as the doors open to reveal an empty car just for you and Jungkook. 

Jungkook gestures for you to enter first which causes you to hesitate, worried that it would be the perfect solitude for Jungkook to rip into you for even submitting a complaint in the first place. You take slow strides, nestling yourself in the corner of the elevator as Jungkook follows behind. He sighs deeply, pulling his hair down from being tied back as he brushes his fingers through his hair. 

You bit your lip nervously, fiddling with the strap of your bag before attempting to de-escalate the situation. “Maybe you can call the resident's office?” You suggest, your voice embarrassingly low as Jungkook peers up at you through his eyebrows. 

“What’s the point?” You feel your heart sink to your stomach at his words, knowing you are partially responsible for this. Well, he deserves it right? If he hadn’t been so noisy in the first place, this would have never happened. Even with that reasoning, you can’t help but feel like the entire situation is unfair. Jungkook is a paramedic who saves live when he is not home. He isn’t a bad guy and maybe you were being a little too petty in the first place. 

“JK…I’m so sorry.” You sigh as you hang your head down, feeling the weight of the conversation. You didn’t want him to move, heck, he was turning out to be the most interesting neighbor you’ve ever had. Might you be even so bold as to say that you were starting to like him? “I would’ve never put in that noise complaint if I knew I’d end up liking you.” You huff in discouragement, feeling a swirl of emotions overtaking your thoughts. 

You hear Jungkook chuckle in amusement as it resonates from beside you, completely pulling you from your thoughts as you watch his cocky smile stretch across his lips. You falter, feeling uncomfortable at the realization that you just admitted to Jungkook that you like him. He messes with the piercing between his teeth, tilting his head to the side. “Aw, Y/N.” He teases causing your cheeks to flush beet red. 

The embarrassment has you hiding your face in your palms, shaking your head to avoid his stare. “That’s not what I meant, I mean…”

Jungkook cuts you off as he takes a few steps toward you, his work boots stomping against the elevator as it approaches the seventh floor. He leans in closer to you, using his free hand that isn’t still clutching the letter to pull your hand from your face. “It’s a good thing I’m approved for a credit card then.” He smiles with his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows triumphantly as you peer over at the papers in his opposite hand, reaching out to grab them from him. 

Your eyes frantically search the sheet of paper, noticing his name and one of the top credit card companies sending him a promotional letter letting him know that he’s preapproved if he wants to open a card with them. Nowhere does it show anything about a noise complaint or the need to move in the next 30 days. You wonder for a moment why you would have fallen for such a trick. Clearly, no apartment complex would evict you for a second noise complaint. You’d be fined or spoken to way before such drastic measures are taken. 

“Oh, my god.” You groan, pressing the letter into his chest as you attempt to push him away from you. “You’re unbelievable.” You hiss between your teeth, thankful that the lift reached the seven floor, the doors opening to give you the opportunity to escape his company. Jungkook takes the opportunity to fold the letter and stick the papers in his back pocket before following after you.

You storm out, stomping your feet with each step as you make your way toward your apartment, hearing Jungkook’s boisterous laugh behind you with childlike glee. “Oh come on, Y/n.” He comments through his laughter as he comes up from behind you, grabbing your waist before twisting your hips to face him. He smirks as he’s met with your unamused expression. “You’re the one who started this war back up.” He offers in his defense, holding onto your hips tightly as his touch ignites your body. “Salt?” He adds, watching your eyes click together the missing pieces. 

So this is what all of this was about? He was trying to get you back this whole time. Your mind remembers the face of disgust he made once tasting his salty coffee, easing your anger as roll your eyes at him. “Whatever, Ass.” You giggle as he pulls you closer, colliding with his built frame as your press your hands against his chest to keep you from falling into him. 

He practically purrs at the sight of you in his arms, enjoying the results of his prank far too much for your taste. “You know…” His voice dips down and he moves a hand up to tilt your chin up so that your eyes meet. “Since you like me and all…” 

“Yeah, I take that back.” You interrupt, watching his jaw tense as his grip on your chin tightens. 

“Shut up and let me talk, Y/n.” His tone is commanding as you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently as his eyes shimmer with mischief. “Since you like me…I might as well take you out tomorrow night.” His playfulness suddenly disappears, being replaced with a shy seriousness that almost completely changes his expression as if he’s nervous about your answer. You’re completely stunned by the turn of events, your brain short-circuiting at the realization that Jungkook wasn’t just asking you to hook up; he was actually making a comment about taking you out. Like a date?

“Tomorrow?” You ask as you’re stirred from your state of shock. “Like on a date?” 

Jungkook smiles brightly, his cheeks swelling against his large eyes as his confidence is restored. ”Pick you up at six.” You feel the warmth of his hand slip away from your waist as he starts walking towards his apartment door, retrieving his keys from his pocket. He unlocks the door before turning back toward you, a sly grin on his lips. “Oh, and wear something comfortable.” 

Before you can process the overload of information, he steps inside his apartment closing the door, leaving you in a state of shock and excitement. You finally muster up the energy to turn back toward your apartment door, glancing back at Jungkook’s as if expecting to see him come back out to tell you he’s just kidding. When he doesn’t, you feel an invasion of butterflies take over your insides as a giddy smile stretches on your lips. 

You make quick work of getting inside your apartment, feeling your cheeks ache from the obnoxious grin refusing to leave your features. You bite your lip as you set your bag down trying to keep yourself collected at the thought of going out on a date with Jungkook. Weeks ago you would have laughed at the notion, recalling how much you hated him when you first moved in. Suddenly, you find your heart pounding in your chest, excited for the opportunity to hang out with Jungkook on a personal level. 

—

A long drawn-out sigh escapes your lips as you twist your torso from left to right, examining your figure in your choice of clothing for the night. You gently tug at the waistband of your high-waisted jeans, admiring the way the denim hugs your curves deliciously. The fabric runs down your thighs until large slits in the material expose your knees before more fabric covers down to your ankles. 

You’ve decided on a pair of comfortable black Converse for the evening, something that will match the plain black, long-sleeve crop top you’re wearing to cover your upper half. You pass your palm against your bare stomach, eyeing the pile of discarded tops that didn’t make the cut. You smile at the exposed section of your stomach, finally feeling confident with your selection. Your eyes shift up to your makeup, admiring your complexion as you adjust your hair, letting it hang loosely as you pull a scrunchy onto your wrist in case you decide to tie it up later.

A soft knock pulls your attention as you glance down at your phone, realizing it’s a couple of minutes past six. Jungkook is right on time which causes you to be a little flustered as you quickly turn off the bathroom light and collect your purse from its perch on the corner of your bed. You drape the cross-body over your shoulder as you adjust your hair from beneath the strap, making sure your phone is tucked into the back pocket of your jeans. “Coming!” 

You take quick strides across your apartment, peering through the peephole to spot Jungkook’s features beyond the small looking glass. You glance around your apartment, making sure everything is turned off before pulling open the door to reveal your handsome neighbor. You feel your heart rate elevate in your chest as you take in his appearance. He has on a white tank top with a loose green and navy flannel hanging off his shoulders with the buttons left open. A pair of light wash jeans hang from his hips with a simple belt accentuating his wonderfully chiseled waist.

“Hi, Princess.” Jungkook grins through his teeth, his eyes wide with wonder as he openly lusts over your attire, admiring the way it causes your body to become even more appealing than he already finds it to be. You smile shyly, happy to see his hair is down in its usual messy mullet underneath the black bucket hat adorning his head. 

You quickly step out from inside your apartment, pulling your door closed behind you as you lock it ready to embark on this mysterious outing with Jungkook. “So, are you gonna tell me where we are going?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, watching him chuckle as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. 

“No.” Jungkook answers simply, watching you squirm with curiosity as he starts leading you to the elevators. You pout playfully as the elevator chime indicates its arrival, walking in as you lean against the back wall of the lift. Jungkook presses the button for the lobby before turning his attention to you. “Are you hungry?” 

You press your lips together as if you’re guilty of something, your features scrunching as you glance at him with a worried expression. “No, actually. I ate before you picked me up.” You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch his eyes darken from your comment, almost as if he’s annoyed with you. 

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek as his body visibly tenses up, trying his best not to react to your comment since the news put a damper on his plans. “Okay…that's fine. We’ll skip dinner.” 

His eyes flare up at you as a soft giggle erupts from your chest, no longer able to hold back your laughter as your facade crumbles. “I’m just kidding.” You smirk triumphantly, watching as Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief before shaking his head in disapproval. 

“Princess, You’re already asking for it.” His voice drops an octave as he pulls his hands from his pockets, his car keys nestled in one of his hands. You grin mischievously knowing that you would happily misbehave around Jungkook if it came with the promise of him putting you in your place. You shrug your shoulders innocently as the elevator door opens up to the main lobby, quickly walking out to leave him trailing behind you. 

You walk down the corridor toward the parking garage, not realizing that Jungkook has happily stayed back to check out your ass as you strut in front of him with your confident strides. He clicks his lip piercing between his teeth before shaking himself of his sinful thoughts, trying to focus on enjoying the evening and not fucking you in the back of his car. 

Jungkook’s black BMW is parked not too far from the door, the sight of his car causes your mind to flashback to memories of the last time you sat in the passenger seat. Jungkook moves around you as he pulls open the door to the passenger seat, leaning his tattooed arm across the top of the door as he leans his chin down against it. “Think you can behave this time?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, equally indulging in memories of your last encounter during that rainy day. 

“Maybe.” You boldly answer as you gracefully take your seat. Jungkook lets out a small hum as he closes the door, your eyes following him intently as he walks around the front of the car to get into the driver's seat. You watch him turn on the ignition as you replace your cross-body bag with the seatbelt, tucking your bag on your lap. “Are you really not gonna tell me where we’re going?” You pout with a click of your tongue, the curiosity driving you crazy as you wonder about all of the places Jungkook could take you. 

Jungkook smiles at your insistence, wrapping an arm around the back of your seat as he twists his body to peer back as he pulls out of the parking spot. “Don’t be a brat.” His words cause your mouth to hang open as you restrain yourself from smacking him across the arm. He meets your gaze as you turn back toward the front. “You’ll have a good time, I promise.” His words drip with confidence as he pulls forward to exit the parking garage, leaving you to yourself to continue pondering his plans for the evening. 

The drive to your first location is mostly casual between the pair of you, opting for the enjoyment of one of Jungkook’s playlists as conversations about the artists and music styles come about. You’re surprised to find that Jungkook brought you to one of the largest strips in your area, the road lined with bars and restaurants as far as the eye can see. He smoothly pulls into a parallel parking spot as another patron pulls out, the crowds already forming as the promise of the evening approaches. 

You smile brightly at the atmosphere, seeing multiple businesses with hanging Edison bulbs, lavish outdoor seating, and live music echoing down the street. “Ready?” Jungkook smiles as he presses the ignition to turn off the car, getting out cautiously as multiple cars drive down the busy strip. You push open the door, moving to get out before noticing Jungkook had come around the car, holding the door open for you like a real gentleman. Compared to his endless pranks and sly attitude, it's a pleasant change to see him be so chivalrous. 

You place the strap of your bag over your shoulder as Jungkook locks up the car and leads you down the sidewalk. You can’t help but glance at all of the businesses, admiring the vastly varying themes of each establishment, noticing an Irish pub and Japanese steak house coming up on your side of the strip. You wonder if this is where he’s taking you as the slow melodic thumps of the live music swirl around you. 

“So…” You peer to your side, finding Jungkook immediately beside you as couples and groups of friends make their way around you. “Are we going to one of those?” 

His smile widens as he steps closer to you, tucking his arm behind the small of your back as he guides you off towards one of the side streets, away from the noise and bustle. “Guess again.” 

As he continues guiding you down the sidewalks, you notice a small establishment off to the side with minimalistic decor and a mixture of English and Korean advertisement. It’s quite a quaint place, perfectly tucked away from the crowds but still bustling with life of its own. You watch as Jungkook holds the door open for an older woman who mutters a thank you to him in Korean as he nods happily, gesturing for you to enter. “I hope you like Korean street food.” 

“Lucky for you, I happen to love tteokbokki.” You smile proudly as you watch his eyes widen in surprise, the familiar swell of his cheeks causing you to melt from his charming smile. You step inside spotting a couple of empty tables with guests sprinkled throughout the establishment.

Jungkook selects a table near the windows overlooking the street, pulling back one of the seats as his eyes rake over your figure. “Here, I’ll go get us some food.” He offers happily, almost salivating from the scent of the cuisine as you happily sit. You nod as you watch him move toward the back of the small establishment where a line of awaiting customers forms near the registers. 

“Annyeonghaseyo!” You hear Jungkook greet one of the workers as he approaches the counter, causing you to admire the way he effortlessly joins them in conversation as he orders a selection of food for you both to indulge in. You sit patiently, glancing back outside to see the warm hues of the sunset illuminating the sky between the buildings, getting lost in thought as you anticipate a delicious meal. 

“Alright, we have some tteokbokki...” Jungkook returns with a large tray before he sets it down on the table as he quickly sits across from you, his smile stretched from ear to ear as he hands you a pair of chopsticks. “Some sotteok sotteok, dakgangjeong, two Korean style corndogs, and bungeo-ppang for dessert.” Jungkook licks his lips as he rubs his hands together, questioning where he should even begin as you stare at your selection with wide eyes. 

“JK…How are we going to finish all of this?” You laugh as you glance over the selections knowing there was no way you’d be able to finish all of this even if you tried. 

Jungkook narrows his eyes as he retrieves his chopsticks, pointing them in your direction as he challenges your stare. “Don’t underestimate my appetite, Princess.” He comments lightheartedly as you find yourself giggling. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” You hold your hands up defensively as you grab your chopsticks, manipulating them between your fingertips as you reach for the tteokbokki. You peer up at Jungkook once you select one of the savory rice cakes, seeing a large bunny smile painted across his lips as he drives into the food. 

“So, how did you find this place?” You ask in the interest of making conversation, occasionally taking a few bites of each dish to properly sample each one. 

Jungkook finishes his bite, glancing back towards the registers as he smiles through his eyes. “My friend Seokjin’s family owns it.” He shifts his eyes back to yours. “I’ve come here ever since we became friends. It’s special to me.” 

You smile, enjoying the fact that you’ve now been included in this special location, enjoying his choice of dinner even more now that there is a meaningful purpose to your visit. “Well, it’s delicious.” You add as you pick up one of the corn dogs, daringly taking a bite of the girthy food. 

Jungkook’s eyes visibly darken at the sight, as he slows his chewing, averting his eyes not to get any crazy ideas as you’re met with the pleasant taste of mozzarella cheese. You make a small squeak of surprise as you pull the corn dogs from your lips, watching the long string of cheese as you struggle to keep it contained. 

“Ah, I should’ve warned you that one had cheese.” Jungkook chuckles, watching you finally tame the cheesy mess as you utilize your tongue to collect the rouge cheese as he takes the opposite corn dog, effortlessly biting it as he enjoys the sausage hidden within. “It’s a good thing you’re good with your tongue.”

You practically choke on your mouthful of food as you swallow down the delicious combination of sweet coating and savory cheese. “JK!” You groan, grabbing your napkin before balling it up and tossing it across the table as it rebounds off of his chest. “You're such a pig.” Despite his vulgar comment, you can’t help but blush, feeling your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you recall going down on him in his car. 

“Hey!” He chuckles as he blocks your assault. “Save the aggression for the track.” 

You blink in confusion as you wipe your mouth with a spare napkin. “Track?” 

Jungkook grins mischievously as he leans back in his chair, spreading his legs open slightly as he lets his arms hang between his legs. “You didn’t think we were just getting dinner, did you?” 

You pause for a moment. That was exactly what you thought, granted, he did tell you to dress comfortably which wasn’t necessarily needed for a simple dinner. “Well, what track then?” You inquire, feeling even more curious now that you knew the evening wasn’t going to end after your meal. 

“Y/n, stop asking questions and eat.” He commands as he turns his attention back on stuffing his mouth with delicious food. 

You let out a small groan as you move your attention to the fish-shaped pastries on the edge of the tray. “Fine.” You grumble in defeat, letting your lips pull into a playful pout as you take a bite of the red bean pastry. Jungkook focuses on your expression, admiring your stubbornness as if he finds it cute, chuckling as he finds himself enjoying your company far more than he originally expected. Maybe there is more to your connection than the undeniable sexual tension. 

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As the evening progresses, you find yourself standing at an indoor go-kart track, eagerly awaiting Jungkook as he pays while you glance over the safety and liability waiver. You can hear loud music and revving engines just beyond the glass doors as they provide you with a peek of what’s to come, watching as various karts zoom by. You grin with excitement, knowing it’s been years since you sat in one. 

Jungkook swiftly makes his way toward your direction, holding two off-road helmets tucked underneath his arms as a childlike glee invades his features. “Ready to get your ass kicked?” He offers you one of the helmets, keeping the plain black one for himself as you accept the one with blue detailing. 

“In your dreams, Jeon.” You retaliate, despite that you are vastly out of practice and the chances of you winning are slim to none. Either way, your competitiveness refuses to let you entertain the idea of losing which only fuels you both to prove the other wrong. 

Jungkook chuckles maliciously, his eyes glimmering with mischief as he remembers you driving in the complex parking lot, almost running into him just for a mere parking spot. “Oh, I’ve seen your driving.” He watches you carefully, taking a couple of intimidating steps toward you as his frame towers over you. “I’m not worried.” He adds, his smile only stretching further as you click your tongue in annoyance. 

“Are you always this cocky?” You question as your eyes narrow into small slits before pulling the helmet over your head to rest on your shoulders.

Jungkook grips the front edge of your helmet, pulling you closer to him as he levels you out with his challenging glare. You can smell the fresh woodsy tones of his cologne as he continues pulling you closer to him as if he’s about to kiss you through the small opening. “Only around brats.” Before you can retaliate, Jungkook presses down the shield of your helmet, creating a barrier between you as he pulls on his own helmet, turning to make his way toward the track. 

You roll your eyes with exasperation, suddenly feeling a nervous pit fester at the bottom of your stomach. If there is anyone that matches your level of competitiveness, it’s Jungkook; and something gives you the feeling he’s not one to take losing lightly. “Oh, it’s on.” 

The pair of you along with six other strangers load up into various go-karts of different colors as large LED screens hanging above the track displayed your names and current rankings. Jungkook was situated in the go-kart directly behind you which gave you a slight advantage in the upcoming race. You test the pedals as you gently pump your feet against them, gripping the steering wheel nervously since it’s been a good while since you’ve driven one. 

You suddenly become overwhelmed with the need to impress Jungkook who is quite obviously a thrill seeker. Who knows how good he is at this? All you do know is there is no way in hell you are coming in last during this race. As one of the members of staff quickly overlooks everyone’s positions, they begin explaining some of the basic knowledge needed to successfully manage the course. It’s only a brief explanation of what to do if you get stuck, only adding to your building anxiety. At least the track was covered with tires on the side to make any crashes or impacts softer. 

It doesn’t take long for the screen to display a numerical countdown as a series of red lights flash with each tone. You feel your heart hammer against your ribs, the adrenaline already setting in as you grip the steering wheel tighter, preparing to zoom off as far ahead of Jungkook as possible. 

A loud horn and flash of green light indicate the start of the race as you press your gas pedal, feeling the rough jolt of the kart drag you forward alongside the other competitors. For a moment you glance back to see if Jungkook is right on your tail, surprised to see that his kart seemed to have stalled momentarily at departure, giving you an upper hand. You grin maliciously as you turn your attention back onto the track, fear illuminating your pupils as the first bend in the track approaches. 

“Shit.” You curse under your breath as you instantly tense up, desperately turning the wheel to avoid a collision with the wall. You instinctually remove your foot from the gas pedal, allowing your speed to decrease just enough to get you successfully around the curve before pressing down to gain more speed. You smile once realizing that there is only one person ahead of you, meaning you are successfully holding your own so far even though it’s only the first twenty seconds of the race. Nonetheless, you persevere as each curve of the track causes you moments of internal panic until you start getting the hang of your kart and how it drives. 

As you finish your first lap of the circuit, you grin proudly as you maintain your lead in second place. You let your muscles relax as you lean back into your kart, feeling triumphant as you glance up at the screen to see your name consistently in the second box. You feel your heart drop to your stomach as your watch Jungkook’s name go from fifth place to third within a matter of seconds, knowing now nothing stood in the way of him catching up to you. 

“Not this time.” You grit between your teeth as you catch him shifting from left to right behind you in your peripherals. You know he’s teasing you, deciding which side he’ll creep up on as you approach another turn. You act quickly, watching as he takes the inward side of the track to try and utilize the curve to catapult in front of you. 

You groan as you watch him take the lead, peering up as you pass another screen to see his name push you down to third place as you trail behind him. The majority of the second lap has you both alternating second and third place as you offer each other some glares and gestures to indicate your determination to reign victorious. 

As the final lap begins, you find that both of you are approaching the guy who is currently in first place. Maybe there was a chance of you winning this after all. As the sharp turn in the track approaches, you keep towards the inside to mimic Jungkook’s previous method of surpassing you. Jungkook is quick to pick up on your efforts, waiting for just the right moment to prevent you from pulling such a stunt. 

As your kart approaches the inner railing, you see Jungkook swiftly move his kart closer to yours as you try to maneuver the difficult turn. You frantically glance over at him, feeling his kart linger far too close for comfort. While his helmet might mask his mischievous smirk, his large expressive eyes tell you everything you need to know as he twists the wheel to bring himself even closer to you. 

You panic despite the fact that you knew he is purposefully testing the waters to see if he could get you to slow down in fear of him colliding with you. You try to press the gas and go slightly faster as you reach the end of the curve, but Jungkook insists on following suit, causing his kart to brush slightly against you. The mild impact causes you to release the gas pedal as you move the steering wheel out of panic, causing you to bounce against the tires, jolting you forward as you try to avoid a large crash. 

Jungkook zooms ahead of you as your kart comes to a stop, struggling to get traction. You press the gas pedal once your kart bounces away from the wall, giving everything you’ve got to try and catch up to them. Unfortunately for you, someone else manages to pass you during that episode which knocks you down to fourth. 

By the time you pass the finish line, Jungkook is already parked back off to the side as he skillfully pushes up on his arms to allow himself to smoothly jump out of the go-kart. You sigh as you manipulate your kart back to the pit, parking calmly as you unbuckle and lift yourself from the confining vehicle. Jungkook has taken off his helmet at this point as he leans against the handrails, watching you storm toward him.

“Asshole!” You complain, knowing the nickname was far too familiar to him as you smack your hand against his built chest. “I could’ve won if you hadn’t pushed me off the track.” 

Jungkook’s eyes shimmered with mischief as he gently rubbed the area of his chest that was assaulted by you. “Calm down, Princess.” He teases as he offers you a cocky grin. “It’s not my fault you’re a sore loser.” 

You roll your eyes as you smack your lips. “Please, you didn’t win either.” You huff in annoyance, knowing that he may have beat you but he didn’t win the entirety of the race. You tuck the helmet beneath your armpit, cuddling it with your arm as you place your opposite hand on your hip. “And don’t think I didn’t see you stall at the beginning.” You add, your sass is only amplified by your busted ego. “Having a hard time performing?” You tease with a hint of double meaning hidden within your words. . 

Jungkook runs his tongue over his piercing, clicking the metal between his teeth as his jaw tightens. “Didn’t I?” He comments calmly, gesturing towards the scoreboard behind you. You turn your gaze, finding Jungkook’s name ranking supreme at the top of the leaderboard. You blink, realizing that you were so focused on your demise after running into the wall that you failed to notice Jungkook managed to pull ahead in first. 

Your body is twisted away from him to properly view the final standings as you feel two strong hands sneak between your arms to grip your waist. You feel yourself stumble back as you’re pulled against Jungkook as he leans forward to gently rest his chin on your shoulder. “And I thought you already knew…” Jungkook whispers in your ear, his breath causing you to shudder as his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “I have no issues performing.” He practically growls in your ear which causes your legs to shake from his intensity. 

You gasp as you pull away from him, spinning on your heel to face him again. You wish you could smack the smug grin off his face as he leans over to grab his helmet from the perch he set it upon. “Let’s go again.” You challenge, feeling your competitive urges hijack your emotions. “Loser buys the other a drink.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in amusement at your determination, admiring the way your face illuminates despite the playful pout on your lips. He could devour you looking like that, finding you completely adorable despite the fire behind your eyes. “I don’t know, Y/n.” He chuckles, running a hand through his messy helmet hair. “It might be embarrassing for you.”

You narrow your eyes at his confidence, moving toward him to playfully bump your hip into his side. “What’s the matter, JK?” You smirk flirtatiously, batting your eyes as you move to grab ahold of your helmet with both hands. “Running out of stamina?” You let the words fall off your tongue in a teasing manner, biting your lower lip in anticipation of his response. 

Jungkook’s eyes visibly darken as he tilts his head to the side, cracking the joints in his neck as he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Oh, trust me, princess.” His voice is smooth like molasses as he leans in close, his face just a breath away from yours. “I can go all night.” 

There is a moment of undeniable sexual tension as you stare each other down, both feeling flushed and excited at the thought of such explicit activities. You watch Jungkook’s eyes rake up and down your body, as a small smile pulls at his lips. “Did I mention you look beautiful tonight?” He adds, completely changing the course of the conversation as you blink in surprise. You are dressed in comfortable clothing and your hair is most likely a mess from your helmet. Either way, his compliment takes you off guard, sizzling out your competitiveness. 

Jungkook looks charming all of a sudden as his eyes reflect the truthfulness behind his comment. It is sweet and genuine which only causes your cheeks to become a brighter shade of crimson. “Thank you.” Your voice is strangely a whisper as you process the compliment, feeling giddy as you remember that this is indeed a date. 

Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he allows his eyes to admire you once more before leaning in to steal a kiss, letting one of his hands snake behind your back to pull you into him as a soft content moan leaves your lips. You can feel the warmth of his lips mingle with the cold metal of his piercing, a sensation you’re beginning to enjoy very much as he lets his lips mold with yours, your body igniting with butterflies as he pulls away. 

You stare at him for a moment, feeling blissful as his expression morphs back into his roguish smile. “Doesn’t mean I’m going easy on you though.” He mocks before sliding his helmet back on over his head. 

You do the same as you move around the platform to let the employees know you want to participate in another race. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

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The low hum of Jungkook’s BMW soothes you as your body slowly deescalates from your rush of adrenaline. You let your head rest against the back of the passenger seat, closing your eyes for a moment as you hum contently, thankful for an evening of delicious food and unexpected excitement. Jungkook comfortably lounges in the driver’s seat, his arm draped across the top of the steering while the other rests against the gear shift. 

The darkness of the evening engulfs his car as street lights illuminate the road alongside his headlights. You open your eyes to glance out the window, watching as the city slowly begins to merge into the familiarity of the suburbs. 

You finally shift your eyes back to Jungkook who is focused on the road ahead, slowly bopping his head to the low music as he nibbles his teeth against his lip piercing. You smile at the growing warmth in your chest, feeling satisfied with your first date as you admire his details. Once he turns onto the highway, you shift to tuck one of your legs beneath you as you adjust the seatbelt to allow you room to move without it locking up. 

“Don’t forget…you owe me a drink.” You beam, recalling your pact before the start of your second race. You definitely didn’t expect to place second in the final round, beating out Jungkook with seconds to spare. You watch him roll his eyes as he clicks his tongue with a gentle shake of his head. 

“I think you cheated.” He adds defensively, not accepting his defeat easily as he offers you an accusatory glare. 

Your jaw drops open from the audacity of this man, feeling your pride challenge his glare. “Excuse me, I won fair and square.” You counter, crossing your arms in front of you as a small chuckle echoes from beside you. Jungkook laughs as the familiar endearing pout returns to your lips, causing him to bite down on his bottom lip. 

“I swear, Y/n.” His voice drops an octave as he tries to avoid the cute protests occurring beside him, glancing back at the road as he clicks his teeth against his piercing. “You are so my type.” His voice is soft, practically a whisper as if he’s saying it to himself, reflecting on the potential that you might be more than just his attractive and annoying neighbor. 

His comment throws you off, silencing your protests almost instantly as you suddenly become quite bashful. You uncross your arms, letting your hands rest in your lap as you glance down at your fingers that instinctually twirl around themselves out of your shyness. You remain silent, not knowing what to say after such a statement. 

Thankfully, Jungkook is on top of it, sparing you a quick glance as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “How about a nightcap at my place?” He offers, knowing that it was only fair to keep up his end of the bargain. You beat him fair and square during the second round, leaving you both with a victory over the other. Your victory simply came with the added bonus of a drink.

You lift your head, nodding as you try to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. “That sounds nice.” Jungkook’s eyes glimmer with contentment as he turns his attention back onto the road. You sigh happily, gently gnawing on your bottom lip as you start imagining your time at his apartment. You realize that you’ve never actually seen his apartment, imagining it not looking much different from your own. 

“Fuck!” You’re pulled back from your thoughts at the sound of Jungkook’s frantic voice, loud tire screeches echoing around you as the car jolts to a stop, your seatbelt locking in place to keep you from flying forward. Your heart sinks into your stomach as you realize that Jungkook has pulled the car into the emergency lane, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he tosses it at you. His seat belt is already unbuckled as he’s practically jumping out of the car, calling out to you as he runs ahead. “Call 911 and stay in the car!” 

It takes your brain a moment to process everything, noticing a car with a badly dented side parked across the length of the highway lanes and a motorcycle tossed about with its rider laying flat on the ground in front of Jungkook’s car. You gasp from the horrific sight, feeling your hands tremble as you helplessly look down at his device desperately trying to dial the three simple numbers. 

You hold Jungkook’s phone to your ear as you hear it ring, your eyes studying the scene in front of you despite every urge in your body to look away. Jungkook is kneeling beside the motorcyclist, examining his injuries and attempting to get his attention. You watch as a few cars around you stop and help, the scene creating a barricade of all the lanes, causing traffic to come to a complete stop. 

As the second dial tone resonates in your eardrum, you pair it with the sound of your heartbeat thumping through your ears, fear striking in your heart. You watch as the driver of the damaged SUV emerges from the car, seemingly normal as he joins Jungkook on the ground next to the injured driver. Jungkook is quick to remove his belt from around his waist, wrapping the leather around the motorcyclist's leg to act as a makeshift tourniquet. 

“Hello? There’s been an accident. Someone’s injured.” Your voice trembles as you hear the 911 operator answer your call, feeling frazzled as you glance around for a mile marker. You see one up ahead which allows you to provide them with an exact location as they inform you that help is on the way. 

By this point, a few other drivers have gotten out of their cars to help at the scene, one helping the driver of the SUV who is now sitting and holding their head in distress. Jungkook is vigilantly working on the motorcyclist, watching his hands become completely covered in blood as he jumps into action to assist with any means necessary. 

You feel a sigh of relief once the driver’s helmet is removed, squinting as you lean forward to see if you can make out the conversation occurring between him and Jungkook. You ponder the idea of getting out to go help however you remember Jungkook asking you to stay in the car. You settle on staying put, knowing that if anyone was qualified to handle this situation, it was Jungkook. 

You feel like a bundle of nerves, anxiously awaiting the arrival of paramedics as you watch Jungkook manage the situation smoothly and calmly. It’s as if none of this phases him, his body language calm and collected as he starts asking the other driver questions from across the scene. You know he is a paramedic, yet seeing him working so diligently in his line of work reminds you just how serious his job is. He saves lives on a daily basis, seeing scene after scene of horrific events to help people the best he can. You can’t help but feel your chest swell in admiration, watching his features soften at the realization that his patient had now become relatively stable. 

The anticipation only fuels your nerves as you finally hear a loud blare of sirens from behind you, twisting your body to see a cop cruiser maneuvering through the emergency lanes to make it to the scene of the crime. You hold your breath as you watch the two officers rush to Jungkook’s side, a swift conversation aiding in their understanding of the situation. 

One of the officers moves to accommodate the other driver, asking them for more information on the crash while the other returns to the cruiser to pull out caution flares to block off traffic. You hear more sirens, rotating your body once again as an ambulance finally comes through the sea of cars, pulling up to the scene as a group of paramedics join Jungkook. 

You narrow your gaze, recognizing the familiar features of Taehyung as he moves directly beside Jungkook, patting his shoulder as Jungkook keeps his hands pressed against the motorcyclist's thigh. You watch as they switch positions, the group of first responders working diligently to load the injured patient onto a stretcher and get them on their way to the nearest hospital. 

Jungkook finally stands up, traces of blood visible on his plaid button-down and on his arms and hands. He assists his teammates, helping them transfer the patient before following them to the ambulance. You watch the motorcyclist disappear in the back of the large vehicle, watching as Jungkook removes his shirt and uses supplies in the ambulance to clean up quickly while they load the patient in. He pats Taehyung encouragingly on the shoulder before making his way back toward his car, his eyes finding yours through the front windshield. 

You melt under his stare, feeling embarrassed that all you could do was watch in fear as he jumped into the chaos, fearless and ready to aid someone without hesitation. You see a weak smile tug on the corner of his lips, his muscular torso exposed with nothing more than a thin white tank top covering him and his jeans hanging loosely on his hips from the lack of a belt supporting them. You offer him a reassuring smile, feeling completely in awe of his line of work, your respect for him skyrocketing after witnessing such an ordeal. 

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To Share A Kiss The Devil Has Known

(ch. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x you // Eddie Munson x f!reader // perv!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

Genre: romance, mild smut, Catholic trauma, religious trauma, friends to lovers, slow burn

Notes: thank you for all the support on the first part! there is one more chapter after this one (three in total) // Eddie is kinda pervy lol // he’s kinda dark but also not // i tried to write him to be as much of a consent king as possible // honestly, you can just read this without reading the first ch lol but that would help with tiny details!

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // talks of religion, reader's parents are religious, light manipulation, pillow humping, humping, first times, dacryphilia, corruption kink, praise kink, masturbation // please let me know if there should be more added, thank you!

ao3 // chapter one // chapter three // masterlist // series masterlist

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To say Eddie was ecstatic as he drove to your home, is an understatement. He had driven you there countless times after school or the rare late-night tutoring sessions, but he has never gone inside. There was never a reason to. Especially since you both were often only together during school hours and only meeting each other during weekends on the rare occasion you didn’t have a church obligation. 

How he longed to enter the holy house he passed by every few nights to see if you were still awake late into the evening after he finished band rehearsal. Eddie wondered what it is that you did when the light was on, but your shadow was nowhere near the desk next to the bedroom window. 

Little did he know, today was the day he would find out. 

“You seem a little too excited to work on an English project, Eddie,” you said once you noticed that you weren’t the only one in the car who was jittering in their seat. 

“Oh, I’m dreading the work, believe me,” he chuckled. “What I am excited for is the fact that I’m going into your sanctuary for the first time. Now I can find out your dirty little secrets.”

The raspiness in his both scared and excited you. “Hm?” You looked at him for the first time with wide eyes and a shaky voice. 

“Does this mean we get to go into your room too?” Eddie teased. 

“My room? N-no, we can’t go in there.” Inviting the muse of your sins into your home was one thing, going into your room would only make you feel God’s wrath ten-fold. 

“Oooh, she is hiding something, isn’t she?” Eddie wound you up again, keeping one hand on the steering wheel while the other tried to tickle your leg — you backed away again. 

You ignored his teasing, speaking to him in a barely audible whisper: “we’ll work in the basement where my father’s study is. He won’t be using it today since it’s Monday and it’s his day off.”

“Will you tell me what’s bothering you before we head in?” The Dealer said with a pout as he parked in your driveway. “Was it something a person did? Something I did?” If his perverted ways were caught, he wanted to find out now. “You promised you’d tell me, you never break your promises.”

The guilt was eating you up now. Lying, sinning, breaking commandments, and now you’re on the path to breaking promises. If you were alone right now, you would cry; instead, one tear escaped your eyes. 

“I promise, it’s nothing,” the lie came easily this time. “Let’s head inside, please, Eddie.” 

“Alright,” he didn’t want to admit just how beautiful you looked while you cried. 

Once Eddie had opened the passenger for you and let you lead the way into the house, both of your hearts were beating quickly. It became clear that the two of you were nervous about one thing or another – but, there was one consistent anxious thought: your parents were home. 

As you attempted to unlock the front door with shaky hands, the keys rattling a bit louder than what a normal person would be doing, Eddie whispered in your ear.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour, no need to worry,” his voice was husky, resonating through your body with every syllable, and his hot breath on your skin since he pushed your hair to the side without you noticing. It was hard to recognize things with everything going on in your head; so much so, that you didn’t get the opportunity to twist the lock correctly as you turned your head quickly to face him. 

Just then, the door opened, key still in the hole and your hand on the handle — leading you to trip slightly at the door frame. “Darling, you’re home early,” your mother’s sweet, but very confused, voice greeted you at the entrance. 

“Sorry I called earlier saying I would be home late, but then the library was full so we couldn’t work there,” you said meekly whilst taking a step away from Eddie to rid your figures of the compromising position you were just in. 

“Come inside, and tell me who your friend is,” the sheer nervousness in her voice was comedic. Your mother knew exactly who this was. Why you allowed him into this Catholic home, she’ll never understand. 

“W-well this is Eddie, he’s the one whose locker is right next to mine,” you stated, looking over at the boy who was nervous in front of you for the first time in your friendship. He must have felt you glance over at him, since Eddie tilted his head up to mouth: ‘you talk about me?’ before winking in your direction. The smiles that appeared on both of your nervous faces went away quickly. 

A loud cough shocked you, making you two break eye contact, and jump slightly at the sound as you were taking your shoes off. “Munson?”

“Yes, sir.” There were times Eddie hated his last name when older people used it — since they would automatically think of his father. 

“What are you doing in my house?” The anger in your own father’s voice was frightening. Yes, he told you to stay away from Eddie. But Eddie was always nice to you, always sweet and caring; never did you see him commit sins in front of you, so you thought. 

“We were assigned on a project together,” you cut off your own conflicted thoughts. “It’s due Wednesday. However, tomorrow we’re both busy so we wanted to finish it tonight,” the leg-bouncing came back again. “May we please use the basement, dad? You have lots of books in there we could—"

“No,” there was a fire in your father’s eyes that intensified your freight as he began a staredown with your project partner. The man was mad — the first time his daughter brought a friend home and it’s a boy, Eddie Munson for that matter. The boy was known around town for committing the sinful acts of the Devil. Now you’re asking to spend the entire night with him, alone in a dark room? Over his dead body.  

Your mother came to the rescue to ease the tension, “of course you can, I’ll even bring down snacks, and dinner too, since we were planning on ordering take-out tonight anyways.” She looked over at your father with threatening eyes, trying to make him notice that his daughter was on the verge of tears in front of a guest.

“That’s alright, I can take care of—”

“Oh, she’ll be taking care of me alright,” Eddie said in your father’s direction with a sinister smirk, then looked to your mother sweetly. “But, I don’t mean to intrude. I can grab dinner on my way home.”

“Nonsense, you two head downstairs and I’ll bring some water and the strawberries that were new at the store today.”

Eddie couldn’t help but notice the sweet similarities between you and your mother. On the other hand, he really loved pissing off your dad — if all the old man could see was the spawn of Satan, then Eddie was going to give it to him.

“Thank you, ma’am. Now, why don’t you lead the way, Angel?” he said while casually placing a hand on your shoulder, then leading a trail to your neck to loop his fingers through your silver chain. Eddie made sure that he glanced in your father’s direction, when you slightly whimpered at the tug and looked up at the long-haired man. 

“S-sure, it’s this way. See you guys later then,” you were a stuttering mess, trying to speak to your parents while guiding Eddie through your house. 

The only thing you hoped was that once you were alone with Eddie again, your mind would focus on the work; not the intensifying feeling of guilt which made your heart and legs ache. 

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Once the backpacks were on the floor next to the sofa, the contents of your pencil case spread out on the large table your father had in the basement, and a lined sheet of paper with a brainstorm of scratches all over it — the project was well on its way to be completed. At first, since Eddie barely cracked the book open, you two needed to read the assigned chapter. He mentioned that he wouldn’t be able to focus unless you took turns reading it aloud, so that’s what you did. At one point, your mother came down and set some fruit on the coffee table, where you would take a bite of a strawberry whenever you were not reading a page — Eddie did the same thing. 

In truth, he was barely listening to the story, only staring at how your lips became more plump and pink as each paragraph was read. The Dealer hoped that you wouldn’t notice how he inches closer to you on the couch slowly. So that by the time the final page was finished, your knees were touching. 

“Such a pretty voice,” Eddie teased when you stopped reading, nearly whispering it in your ear. Now you started to tense up again. 

“Yours is nicer, I guess it’s because of all your Dungeons & Dragons games,” you awkwardly giggle whilst moving to the left. 

“Maybe you should play one day, but I don’t think you want more of the Devil inside of you,” he chuckled to himself, not realizing how the words made your heart drop. 

“W-what do you mean by that?” your eyes went wide with guilt as you responded. 

“Oh, you know,” Eddie elongated the final syllable momentarily. “I can tell you’re keeping secrets from me. You said it was nothing someone else or I did that’s bothering you. That must mean it’s something you did, huh?” 

His curiousity was always something you enjoyed, it led to your imagination to grow in return. But now, this tendency of his was only making you more nervous if he found out what you did.

You wouldn’t be his good girl anymore.

“We should work on the project now,” you said sternly, ignoring his question. 

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He flashed his signature smile and wink, then stretched his body from the couch. Then with a tap to your shoulder, you followed him to the large table. 

After three hours, the report itself was done. Mainly you did the majority of the analysis while you asked Eddie what he thought about your points. Luckily, his creativity ran wild so you could just build on what he would say to make his profound words sound professional. Then, as you two were grabbing construction paper and poster board from your mother’s craft stash in the basement, she came down to give you both a simple take-out container of Chinese food. 

Truly, she had been checking up on you two every half-hour. Even going as far as taking you to the side to whisper: “don’t do anything unjust or sinful with that boy. He has a reputation and your father is just beside himself with fear as to what the Munson-child will do to you.” Although she had been the polite host to Eddie, she was always the Catholic housewife who cared more about people’s virtue than anything else. 

Not that your mother had anything to worry about tonight. Thus far, you were so focused on the task at hand that you barely had any unsavoury thoughts about your friend. Like how when Eddie would put his chin on your shoulder as you wrote down what he would say in your ear, making sure that he rubbed your back as he was doing so. You didn’t recognize that whenever you responded to him with a ‘yeah,’ it came out in a whimper sometimes. Even when The Dealer had gone on a tangent explaining something, and he flailed his arms in the air, only to land them on the table — leaning forward and stared intensely into your eyes; you barely noticed how your thighs squeezed together at the tingling feeling between. 

But Eddie noticed, he noticed everything and was loving it. He knew that the project would take your mind off of what was bothering you, so he went back to his regularly scheduled programming. This time though, instead of your sweet smiles and giggles to his antics — you were biting your lip, crossing your legs tightly, and blushing while you laughed. As you two ate dinner at the coffee table while sitting on the floor, Eddie couldn’t help but glance down at the skin of your thighs peaking through the bottom of your skirt; especially how you didn’t fix it like you usually do. Something really was going on with you today. 

“Do you wanna play some music while we work on the presentation part? What type of music does your dad have in here anyways?” Eddie asked while eyeing you suspiciously and eating an egg roll. He was going to try and make you talk about something other than school for the first time in four hours. 

“A lot of gospel music.”

“Seriously?” He looked at you with wide eyes and an even wider smile of disbelief. 

“Yes, he likes listening to that type of stuff, I do too,” you said defensively.

The man walks up to your father’s record player and the shelf of records that are lined up behind it. You were right. “Not even The Beatles or The Rolling Stones? Your old man probably has something.” 

“I’ve never heard him listen to that before. Your uncle has them though, right? We listened to them when I tutored you last year. Those songs were really nice to listen to.” You stood next to him and as he graced his fingers on the spines of the cardboard cases. 

“That’s right, my smart girl.” Eddie groaned and chose one of the records that mentioned it was only instrumentals. It would be better than nothing, so he gave it to you to start playing. “We should put this on, because I’m sure that any of this Christian music will make me burn up,” he emphasized his words by pretending to be burned with holy water, like in the movies. “I’m a sinner, baby,” he chokes out. 

He was just joking around, you knew that. But you stood there with the record in your hand, frozen in place for a moment, before quietly saying: “I think we should finish up this presentation, Eddie.” Then passed the vinyl back to him to input in the record player. You quickly walked to the large table with your silver crucifix between your fingers, while Eddie stood with gears turning in his head. 

That was it. 

Just from mentioning the word ‘sin’ and you were shaking with a fear he has never seen from you since that one time Eddie showed you his tattoo of a demon. Only this time, your fear looked like it traumatized you. 

What could have happened to make you feel this way? Did you sin and your Catholic guilt was eating you up? — the questions plagued his mind as he went over to your fidgeting figure sitting at the work table again. 

-:-:-:-:-

It was nearly eleven o’clock when Eddie and yourself were almost done with the presentation. Whichever teacher in the staff room thought that this project could be done in two days was probably delusional. It took you two almost nine hours to do the bare minimum. Alas, as you and Eddie stood at the table, adding paint and construction paper to the biggest piece of poster board your mom hoarded, it was close to the finish line. While there were instances where your guilt would reappear more often now than before dinner — your mind was still focused on the project.

That was until your father’s voice echoed through the basement’s halls for the first time tonight. He stood at the stairs, still being able to see you and Eddie nearly climbing the table to finish the poster. Still, there was fire in his eyes. 

“Are you two almost finished, yet? It’s pretty late and you both have school in the morning,” he said sternly, but only staring down the young Munson. 

“Almost, dad, we just need to wait for this to dry up and practice the presentation with it,” your voice was quiet as your eyes went from your father’s crossed arms to Eddie’s sinister smile. 

“When will you be going home, Munson?” 

“Oh I don't know, whenever she finishes,” he knew that your father understood the innuendo; however, you stood there tilting your head in confusion. 

Your father scoffs loudly before giving Eddie one last threatening look, then turns to you. “Wrap it up whenever you can. I’m heading to bed, but your mother will be upstairs, so no dilly dallying.” You’re pretty sure that comment was meant for the boy standing with horrible posture next to you, but it still registered as a threat in your head.

“Goodnight, dad,” you nodded, looking up at him with big eyes as he began to walk up the stairs. But, a slightly taunting voice made your father stop in his tracks. 

“Sweet dreams, we’ll be having lots of fun down here,” Eddie said with his smile getting wider with each word. You thought he was just trying to make your father laugh a bit before leaving — with a sarcastic tone towards the school project. But it looks like the scoff your father made, indicated that it didn’t go through; in actuality, your father could see the new innuendo the young man was doing, but decided not to be the overbearing father for once. 

As his steps became fainter, you looked towards Eddie who was now putting a cigarette in his mouth, “what did you mean? When you said, ‘whenever she finishes.’?” you asked. He tried his best not to let his lips curl upwards at his joy of seeing you so innocent to the sexual joke.

“U-uhh nothing.” 

“Good, because. I’m not doing all this work all on my own, we’ve been doing this as partners this whole time. Let’s finish together.” The amount of times he has imagined your voice saying those last three words in his ears was unfathomable — he would memorize this snippet for the rest of his life. Eddie was so enthralled by your words that he didn’t notice that you took the cigarette out of his mouth and was speaking to him again. “You can’t smoke that in here.”

“Your old man smokes.” 

“That’s different, he only smokes cigars and they smell nicer.”

“Tell me where they are and I’ll have my first one tonight,” he winked at you with a smile. 

In an instant, he took the stick back from your fingers and placed it between his lips again. “Eddie, I don’t want you getting in trouble,” you sighed in defeat. “Do you promise to finish the title on the poster while I write up the script on cards, if I let you finish that one cigarette?”

“You could always share it with me so I can finish it faster,” he teased. “Or do you not want to give in to the Devil’s temptation again?”

“A-again?” you stuttered.

Eddie stayed silent for a moment, lighting his cigarette then picked up the letter cut outs to start applying glue on them. “You feel guilty for something, don’t you? Did you sin, sweet girl? You’ve been dodging the topic all day and the only time I was able to read the thoughts behind your eyes was when I brought up the word ‘sin,’ you’re even shaking now just like you did a couple hours ago.” 

He was speaking so nonchalantly. You couldn’t take your eyes away from Eddie’s fingers as they move quickly on the paper, then up to his lips to hold the stick between them. Guilt was eating you up quickly now. No matter how long it subsided, it always came back. Now, even more so since the muse of your sins is starting to figure you out. But then, you remembered: “f-fine, I mentioned that I would tell you after we finished, so m-maybe I’ll be ready t-to tell you then.”

“Looks like you better finish up those cards fast, because I’m ready to hear it all, baby.”

This was it. 

The beginning of your end. 

As you let Eddie use the table, you moved over to the couch, wanting to be far away from him for a little while. Trying to calm your nerves, think of the words to say, whether you would tell him the truth or not, theorizing what he would think of you if you did decide to confess: they were all reasons to stay apart. Especially so The Dealer didn’t see your shaky hands finish up the cue cards. 

Eddie is going to hate me — the words repeated in your head every few moments. You were his sweet girl, the one who read the Bible as often as he read the Lord of the Rings books, the one who needed him to explain dirty jokes to you that people said around school. You weren’t supposed to unknowingly sin for weeks on end with his voice being the imaginary guide to help you find the most relief. After hearing condemnation from your friend at Bible study and your beloved priest right afterwards, you weren’t so sure how your heart would take seeing Eddie’s disgust with you. At this rate, the cue cards were going to be ineligible when you two needed to glance down at them on Wednesday. 

Even from a few feet away, Eddie swears he could hear the gears turning in your head, alongside the continuous pattern of leg shaking. He felt bad, truly. You were always one to be so kind to everyone, so giving and polite. That no matter how much he wanted to know the dirty little secret that was causing you so much pain, what he really wanted to do was just take it all away. Eddie hoped that if you did decide to tell him the truth, that you would feel better afterwards. But, you wouldn’t be able to tell him anything clearly if you were full of anxiety. So he lit another cigarette, making sure you were still busy writing on cue cards with furrowed brows, and walked towards your father’s record player. The selection was absurd, but the soft instrumentals might help soothe your soul. 

In a way, The Dealer regrets teasing you so much about it. You were fine when you were distracted by the project, but now that it was almost over and you were amping yourself up to confess something – you looked like you were about to cry like you did this morning. It was both cute and caused a strain in his heart. Eddie thought back to seeing you first thing this morning and how much has happened to lead up to this point, as he sets a new record to play then jumps on the couch next to you. 

“Almost done, princess?”

“Y-yeah, this is the last card. But it’s messy since my hand hurts and I’m sleepy,” you try to lie a bit to see if he would mention you should sleep instead of having a basement confessional.

The lying was coming to you easily, you really were trying to hide something from him, Eddie thought. “Well then, I would call this an extremely successful night. We’re gonna ace this.”

“Hopefully, weren’t you failing this class because of the last test?”

“Yes, but now because of you, my little Angel, I’m gonna get my grades up,” he winked at you as he continued inhaling cigarette smoke and exhaling it behind him. 

“Please don’t call me that,” you said, putting down the cue cards on the table and then squeezing the fabric of your skirt out of sheer nervousness.

The way your heart was beating out of your chest was hurting you. It felt the same way yesterday when you walked to the confessional at church — and that didn’t turn out so well. So why would it be any different if you tell someone else your sins?

“You’ve been hot and cold all day. If it’s a serious problem and you don't want to tell me about it then maybe you should tell your parents.” 

You were so entranced by your own beating heart that you didn’t notice that Eddie put out his cigarette and sat right next to you in the middle of the couch, while you were leaning slightly on the left arm. 

“I couldn’t possibly tell them, Eddie. I’m already too scared to tell you,” you gasped with tears welling up in your eyes. 

He cautiously reached an arm around you, unsure if you would accept it or not — now that you weren’t distracted by the project, Eddie feared the aching feeling that occurred whenever you pulled away from him throughout the day. This time though, you welcomed it as he started to stroke your skin with this thumb. “It’s probably not as bad as you think it is. Hell, I’ve probably done a lot worse in the past three days,” Eddie chuckled in your ear. 

“Do you like sinning, Eddie?” It’s now or never, you decided to blurt out part of the thoughts lingering in your head. 

“What?”

“The things you do, the things you’re known for. My parents say it’s a form of sinning. But that doesn’t make you a bad person.”

You said your words nearly into his chest, as you went to face him but didn’t have the courage to look him in the eye. Eddie thought it was endearing, “do you think I’m a bad person?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know your answer though. 

“No,” you exclaimed. “Not at all. It’s just— 

“If you��re uncomfortable, you don’t need to—” he tried to cut you off, but your quiet voice took over the room. 

“If sinning is so bad, then why does it feel so good?” You finally said aloud the questions that were haunting you. “Why are you still the nicest person I know, when everyone else says that you could be a bad influence on me?”  you looked up at Eddie now, shivering at how close he was to your face. 

“On Sunday, I saw you walk out of the church,” things were starting to click. 

“I went to confession that day and —”

You sobbed, not being able to contain the conflicting emotions you were feeling. The guilt of your sins, and how you wanted nothing more than to do it again.

You’re going to Hell. This confessional is just going to seal it. 

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to. But it may make you feel better.” On the other hand, Eddie wants nothing more than to know your sins, and figure out why you wanted to keep it a secret from him. 

Judging by the way you’re continuously clenching your thighs together, he has an idea what it could be. 

“I shouldn’t,” you say nervously. Just then, Eddie unwraps his arm around you and you whimper at the lost comforting feeling. He kneels in front of you instead. His touch never left you though: placing a trail from your shoulder, to your back, then down your right arm to ultimately grasp your hands. As he held both your hands in one of his, the other stroked your thigh lightly before joining all four of your hands together. 

 You didn’t want to admit that it felt really good. 

“Trust me, anything you did that’s making you feel guilty, everyone else has probably done a million times worse,” Eddie said with a grin. 

“Promise not to tell?”

“Promise,” he tried to soothe your shaking legs by pressing his arm down on your thighs momentarily.

“A-and you won’t judge me?” You try to confirm it. 

“Never.”

You quiet your sobs for a moment, not even breathing, in order to hear if your mother had started getting ready for bed. She has, since the television in the living room was turned off and there were no sounds of footsteps in the kitchen. So you look at Eddie again, tears still escaping your eyes. 

Although he loves the vision of you shedding tears in his arms, he wipes some away with his sleeve. Then places his hand back down to your left thigh, stroking it slowly to try and calm you down. It works, but at the exact same time, it doesn’t. The town nominated the man in front of you as a pawn to Satan — and to you, he was just as bad as the snake in the garden of Eden. He’s the reason why you’re in this predicament. It’s his hands, lips, and tongue that you picture every night as you sin without guilt. Well, until this weekend. 

“Sometimes when I go to bed, it’s hard for me to fall asleep because there’s something bothering me. Like my body doesn’t want to sleep until I t-take care of it.” You try your best to not stutter as you whisper the genesis of your guilt. Eddie knows exactly where the words are leading to. It takes every ounce of strength in his body not to push you too hard for his perverted agenda. 

“What bothers you?” He asks while stroking your clenched hands with his left hand’s thumb. While the fingers on his right are circling your thigh in tiny patterns, inching closer to the hem of your skirt, but never going past it. 

“Everything,” you croak out. “Like I needed a massage on every inch of my skin.”

Eddie chooses his next words carefully, trying to get you to say what he wants to hear: the confession. “If massaging your back and neck makes you feel this guilty, I could always do it for you,” he smiles with a small chuckle, causing you to follow. 

“That’s not –”

“Then tell me,” he said through a smile. 

You clench your legs together out of nervousness. Only to notice that Eddie had placed his fingers atop the middle of your thighs, right where they met. Your thighs had accidentally squished the calloused digits – nearly causing you to want to whimper, but you spoke instead. 

“U-uhm, well,” you paused, “at night when I can’t sleep, there’s no need to massage my neck because that’s not the place that’s bothering me the most. It’s m-my–” Eddie’s eyes widen to urge you to continue.

“Remember, I promised not to judge you,” he says while stroking the skin of your hands in his. But you let your left hand leave the warmth, and moved it slowly to the silver crucifix at your neck. After a moment you made a trail down to the side of your hip — too afraid to point at the other spot that ached more. 

“Here, right here.” The way you bite your lip makes you think it’s about to draw blood. “I feel like I need to move my hips back and forth. S-so I do.” 

Eddie smiles, he’s getting there. It will only take a few more seconds until he hears the full confession, he can feel it. “That’s it, sweetheart? That’s not so bad, I’ve heard and done worse, trust me,” The Dealer says, trying to emit a competitive spirit within you to see if that will push you over the edge.

“No, the part that makes it a sin were my thoughts and what I did to them. You see, I–”

“There we go,” Eddie begins to massage between your clenched legs to try and pry them open so he could start stroking upon your inner thighs. Your body lets him before your mind has the opportunity to tell you otherwise. Your thighs are only an inch apart, but it’s enough room for Eddie to tease the sensitive skin.

“I get a pillow and put it between my legs. At first, I thought that maybe my muscles were stiff so that’s why I did it, honest,” you quietly exclaim to prove your innocent initial thoughts. 

“Don’t worry, babygirl,” he lifts the hand that’s holding yours and kisses your knuckles sweetly. The action makes you whimper. “Pillows are soft, they’re nice. I don’t see any sinning yet though,” he says deeply as a response to your story and both of your bodies tonight. 

“Then, I started to move my hips slowly because the rest of my body felt stiff. So I did, and it felt really n-nice,” you continue your story while barely looking him in the eye, but still following the movements of his hand on your thigh. “I kept going and going until I rolled over onto my stomach to get the ache from my muscles to go away from another angle.”

Eddie knew exactly what you were doing, and he prayed for the first time in a while to keep his hardness hidden from your beautifully tear-filled eyes. “Now that, my darling, is dirty. Tell me more.” If he wasn’t able to do anything with you tonight then at least he was going to memorize this story to replay in his imagination later. 

“The Devil took over me, the priest said the other day. He didn’t hear anything from me after what I just told you. But he was right, Eddie. My body moved on its own. There was this throbbing feeling that kept getting stronger.”

“Where was it doing that?” He asked with feign-innocence in his voice. He knew what you were going to say next, so Eddie lifted your skirt slightly so his fingers could make their way closer to your core. 

“You’re close to it now,” you can’t even say it out loud, so you squeeze his left hand out of nervousness – hoping that what you said is enough to satiate his curiosity. 

Eddie chuckles a bit at your innocence. “Oh, right here,” he places his right hand over your skirt now, laying it above your mound so you could get the picture. You nod hesitantly before he continues. “Did the throbbing feel good though?” he teases you with the question, and you nod again. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, Eddie, it felt so good. At one point it was so strong, then it would go away.” There was a sense of sadness in your eyes as you pouted. “But, then I would do it again until I was sleepy.” 

His hand that’s holding yours, lets go for the first time so that he can hold your face with both hands.

Damn the Church for making you feel that way about your pleasure. If he had the chance, he would show you every single way the human body could reach its climax. That would be a real miracle that would make him believe in God. 

“So this is what has put you in such a mood for two days, huh? The words your priest has told you stuck in your head.” He wipes away the abundance of tears from your face so that you stop involuntarily swallowing the remnants of your emotions. 

“Well, it started Saturday, after Bible study. I was talking to my friend about it to see if she knew what I was talking about. She gasped so loud and told me it was sinning because of how I did it to myself and didn’t stop.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he tried to ease your tension.

“But, Eddie,” you exclaimed a little too loudly. He even placed a finger on your lips to hush your tone— scared that you would wake your father up. “She is right. I did that every single day for weeks and weeks. With different things too. Like my stuffed panda, different pillows on my bed, and that towel you let me keep –” 

You’re not completely sure why you were confessing more to Eddie than you did to your own priest. Let alone confess one part about him. But it felt nice to get everything off your chest tonight.

“Look at me, making my cameo in your dirty fantasy,” he giggles before placing a kiss to the side of your mouth. It made you blush to feel his soft lips on your skin, you craved more. “What I’m understanding is that you haven’t been able to do this activity for three days now?” you nodded at the question, too scared to respond vocally because you might let some more slip. 

Eddie took a moment to think about what to say next. This was more difficult than writing a song or doing a math test. Plus, if the strain on his jeans was any indication of how badly he yearned to help you, then the dam was about to burst. 

Every single day for weeks and weeks, the words repeated in his head. 

That means every time he has sat next to you in fourth period, every time you talked to him at his locker, or whenever you sat with his club at lunch — Eddie was talking to an innocent Angel who masturbates and brings herself to multiple orgasms every night without even realizing it. If the man had known, he would’ve invited himself over earlier so he could assist you in your beautiful fantasy. Maybe so that you didn’t need to use his towel to get yourself off, but him instead. 

He continued, “why don’t I help you? That would make it better, won’t it?”

“B-but, that means you’re sinning too,” you squeak out quietly. Not sure if the tears still running down your face are from relief, guilt, or both. 

“I already always do,” he says with a smile. The Dealer keeps one hand on your face while the other places a trail of featherlight touches from your neck to the tops of your thighs. Once it’s there, he massages circles, causing you to rub them together unintentionally. “And you said it was a sin because you did it to yourself. What if I helped you and did all the work? That’s a loophole since this pretty little pussy you have won’t need to do anything.”

Hearing the word out loud made you shiver. Eddie had said it in a way that made you throb in the same way you did all those nights prior. “When you put it that way –”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. Seriously, this can stop any time whenever you hear the Angel on your shoulder scream at you.”

“I have something else to confess, Eddie.” One of your hands met up with his at your thigh, stroking the veins on his hands that you imagined so often. “You’re my Devil: the only thing that crosses my mind when I sin, tempting me to do so much more,” the words spill out of your mouth quickly, since you feel comfortable enough with this confessional with him — he deserves to know what you’re thinking of. 

“Oh my God,” Eddie groans, squeezing your thigh and rutting against the couch so he could relieve some tension of his hardening member. He really thought he was going to be doing all the seduction tonight, but he was oh so wrong.

“Why do my sins make me feel so good, if they’re so bad?” you pause at the question you've asked about for the second time tonight . “If I’m damned like they say I am, then that means I’m going to Hell,” the quiet voice that emits from your throat is full of guilt and nervousness. 

“Then let's be damned and burn in Hell together, baby. You’re gonna love it,” Eddie says. 

Your Devil, your vessel of temptation, the one person who made you cross the line from being pure to the second-biggest sinner you know — leans forward to capture your lips with his, and oh how you loved it. 

-:-:-:-:-

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Time Out Daddy

this was inspired by @nuggsmum, i took details from a current play date with Daddy that i had over the weekend with his permission of course. now all the fun stuff is a touch of what we did, there are things that occured that sahouldnt be repeat for others.

Trigger warnings: Hedonisim, oral sex, both male and female receiving and giving. P in V, bondage and rough sex, hand necklaces

Word count: 3.3K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

I can do this, I said looking in the mirror as I adjusted my pigtails one more time. It's just August he isnt going to judge you, you've talked about this 100 times. Adjusting my plaid mini skirt and my thigh highs one last time, I made my way out of the bathroom and into the living room where I left him.

He was sitting on his black leather couch reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, now that made me giggle, walking to stand in the living room, I held my hands behind my back and looked at the ground in my stocking covered feet. “Well, little one, what do we have here?” August said as he snapped the book closed. Looking up at him through my lashes I just watched his expression as he leaned back on the couch, letting one arm rest on the back of the couch and the other one on the armrest holding a glass of whiskey. He finished in one gulp before setting the glass on the matte black side table next to him. He crooked a finger at me and I proceeded to move.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk, no baby girl, on your hands and knees, crawl” trying to swallow the lump in my throat, i dropped to my hands and knees, putting extra sway into my hips as i made my way between his wide spread thighs. My heart was hammering so loud in my chest, I was positive he could hear it. Crawling between his legs. He tapped his right hand on his thigh, “Up” he commanded moving to rest on my knees, I folded my hands over his left knee and placed my chin on top of them and looked into those stunning blue eyes. Reaching out he caressed my cheek with his thumb “What am i going to do with you little one?” I smiled meekly at this man. He honestly could have passed for a Greek God with his stunning blue eyes, black hair and dark mustache, his salt and pepper scruff adding to his attractiveness. I carefully removed one hand and reached up to scratch his scruff on the underside of his chiseled jaw. He let out a low chuckle and grabbed that hand placing it against his muscular chest pinning it there with his own hand.

We just stared at one another for a few moments before he said “ What bonita?” I just smiled at the man, knowing full well that he was going to break my heart. I could feel my cheeks turning pink, I just rubbed my face into his hand that was still on my face. He leaned forward, moving his hand from my cheek to my neck and grabbed, dragging my lips to his. He devoured them in a porno style kiss, adjusting his grip on my neck,drooping my other hand and gripping me round my waist, he stood while still holding my neck. As he reached his full height, I was on my tiptoes trying not to lose my balance. He broke our kiss, smiling wickedly at me. The hand left my neck, traveling down, stopping at the top of my  short pleated skirt, smirking before he crouched slightly, burying his head in my breasts as his hands traveled from their resting place, past my ass and down to my thighs, grabbing them he picked me up and i wrapped my legs around him “August” i yelled wrapping my arms tight around his neck as he let out a low rumble of a laugh, as he picked up his head  “Relax bonita, i've got you, i wont drop you” carrying me from the living room to his bedroom, he pinned me to the door as he finished ripping my blouse off, exposing my black lace bra. Undoing the back, pulling the straps off he tossed it in some direction, he grabbed both your breasts squeezing them before taking your right nipple in his mouth while rolling the left one in between his fingers “August” you begged. He released your nipple with a pop; it immediately hardened  from the cool air “Yes bonita?” he smiled, his eyes dark with lust and desire. Tugging on my bottom lip with my teeth, he pushed off the door and turned to throw me on his bed. I landed with a soft thud and he was in between my legs and pinned me to the bed with his waist. It was a clash of lips, tongue and moans. Not sure where he ended and I began. He has been so exceedingly patient with me that I said fuck it and i was going to do something that ive long been afraid of. Pushing at his shoulder till he rolled over, I pounced on him “Eyes on me Daddy, you've been a bad boy and you need a time out” . The look that danced across his face was just too funny, it was a mixture of amusement, pride and horror and desire. “What did you just say to me?” Swallowing what i had left of my false bravado “I said eyes on me Daddy, you've been bad and you need a timeout” he quirked a brow at me, a ghost of a smile tugging on his plump lips “Oh little one your ass will be sore tomorrow by the time i'm done with you…” I placed a finger to his lips.

His eyes narrowed  in disapproval. Yep my ass is going to hurt later.. Nipping at his muscular chest as I made my way down his body to his belt, with a shaky breath I undid his belt and slid it off tossing it to the floor. Next I  undo his pants with shaking fingers and drag down the zipper. Seconds later, he’s filling my hands. Long and broad and perfect. Eyeballing his erection, I started to have some doubts. His thumb brushes along my cheek as I look up at him. I expect to find him disappointed, but he isn't, his brows are knitted together in concern, an unspoken question bouncing around his retinas. Cocking my head, I looked at him, he nodded his approval.

“Slow,” he murmurs. 

wiping a bead of pre cum off the silky head of his cock, circling the head slowly as he moaned. Pulling off the rest of his boxers and discarding them on the floor, I move to push his legs apart, sitting between his muscular thighs, twitching in anticipation, his eyes following your every move. Gliding your hand down your stomach to the front of your thong, delving 2 fingers into your soaked core, collecting some of the moisture, and pulling your fingers out watching your glistening juices sliding down your fingers onto your hand “Is that for me bonita?” giving a shy nod with your hand covered in juices, that is the hand you used to start stroking him with, slowly at first just to give him a little taste. 

Picking up the pace of your assault as he moaned beneath you. Lowering your head you lick the underside of his velvet memeber, “Fuck, baby girl” with a gleam in your eye you look up at him as you side you tongue around the top of his head, listening to August moan his pleasure. You grip the bottom of his shaft before pulling him into your mouth, you can taste his precum and your juices mixing together, eliciting a moan from you. Looking up at August through your lashes, making eye contact. ‘Fuck” he grabbed a handful of your hair pulling it out of your face and watching while you suck on his thick shaft “You look so good doing that, ive been picturing you red lips wrapped around my cock all evening” a shudder ran through your body as you reached with you opposite hand to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. He hissed with pleasure as you continued working him over. “If you keep this up i'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours'' 

No shit sherlock that's the idea  you though smuggly to yourself, closing your eyes you began sucking harder, moaning louder as the grip on your hair tightened and he started to fuck your face, choking you slightly. 

“Wicked girl.” He shifts his grip, keeping one hand in your hair and tilting your head back a little. “You want me to fuck your mouth.” “Mmm.” He uses his free hand to touch your left wrist. “it's too much, you let me know.” you make another sound of assent. August might like playing with the darker edge of desire the same way you crave, but he always manages to check in with you. To make sure I'm right there with him. you make you feel far safer than you have any right to. He holds your head immobile as he begins to move. 

Slowly at first, testing your limits. i've never had a sensitive gag reflex, but it’s not a trait you were particularly grateful for until the moment his cock bumps the back of your throat. it's not a comfortable feeling, but you breathe through your nose and relax into it as best you can. you wanted this. “That’s it, little one.” His soft praise lights you up from within. Instead, you luxuriate in it as he begins to move in earnest, thrusting between your lips, forcing you to relax into it or choke. eyes watering and he wipes your tears away with a gentle thumb, so at odds with the rough hold on your hair. “Next time we do this, you’re going to swallow me down. Every single fucking drop.” pulling me by my hair off of his thick cock, I whimper at the loss but it’s  quickly muffled when he grabs me by the throat and brings me down for a wicked kiss. Climbing up his body, I straddle his thighs as I try to wiggle my way out of the skirt, leaving just my thigh highs, garter belt and black lace thong.

He laughed when I got stuck. Flipping me over, he pulled it off and tossed it. “My my is this all for me?” my black garter belt holding up my tan and red seamed thigh highs. The black lace thong that is soaked at this point.

 sliding down the bed in one smooth motion. “You don’t have to—” My voice catches, breaking off as a shock of pure, erotic bliss rocks through me when his mouth touches me. His warm, wet tongue slowly strokes my clit, and all reason leaves me. All that’s left is the painfully exquisite sensation of his skilled, hungry mouth against my bare flesh. My fingers tangled in his hair, and with whatever bit of brainpower that remains to me, you try to pull him away because it’s too intimate, too much, and… “Just relax,” he murmurs, kissing me gently. “Let me make you as crazy as you make me.” Without waiting for an answer, he dips lower again, letting out a sound that’s half sigh, half moan as his tongue slips between my lips, toward my entrance. “Don’t,” you breathe, but you barely hear the sound because you are melting, weakening, as his lips and tongue and breath combine forces, overwhelming me. Dropping  my head back on the pillows, gripping his hair as if it can anchor me to this world even as his mouth moves against me like magic. He pulls away, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him. “If you try to stop me one more time, I will bind your hands to the headboard, do you understand me?” I nodded  my head as he moved back down my body, to my dripping wet cunt. He explores me slowly at first, tasting and sucking, his teeth nibbling gently at me, his tongue stroking me until you can’t breathe, and my hips start jerking involuntarily against his mouth. He grips my thighs harder, his fingers cutting into my flesh, holding me still while his tongue moves faster. you let out a soft cry when his rough tongue breaches my opening, rasping against the raw, broken skin. But his mouth is wet, and I’m wet, and soon the burning sensation is too entwined with the swirling pleasure to tell where one ends and the other begins. “August,” you gasp. “Stop, it’s too much, you can’t—” He lets out a rough groan and squeezes my thighs harder, opening them wider, his whole body writhing in the bed sheets as he pushes deeper, thrusting his tongue into me until you dizzy with it. you buck under him, grabbing at the pillows, at anything, because you're going to explode if he doesn’t stop. But he doesn’t stop. He goes on and on, moaning into me, eating me, until you can’t hold back the soft, breathy cries that have been building inside me with pleasure. He fucks me relentlessly with his mouth, his tongue, until he pushes me over the edge.It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, not even when I’ve given myself a good one. This one is different, unwilling almost, as he drags it from my helpless body. A rush of wet heat flows from me in a way you’ve never felt, and you cry out, humiliation burning through me even as the orgasm clenches me in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, not sure if you’m telling him to stop or continue, not sure of anything except the waves of bone deep pleasure and release bearing me away on a current that you know will take you over the edge of the world into the abyss of August’s darkness.

 When it ebbs, his mouth is still on me but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse of my flesh with one of its own. He lifts his face at last, his lips shiny, his eyes wild and unfocused. “God, you taste so fucking good, little one,” he groans, his breath into coming as quick as mine.“I want to eat you till there is nothing left.” “No,” you cry, shoving at his forehead. He unclamps his hands from my aching thighs, which will surely be bruised to hell tomorrow. Instead of climbing on top of me as I expected, he pushed himself up from between my thighs and made his way over to a dresser and opened a drawer. “ I told you what would happen if you tried to stop me one more time, didn’t I?” My mouth quickly dried out. I nodded, he turned around and had a length of red silk rope in his hands “What did you do little one?” fumbling on my words “ you.. You ..sa sa said that you’ll tie my hands to the headboard.” my thighs were shaking, i don't know if it was from the arousal that was flooding my system or the fear of the man who has that much power. “But you didn't answer my question, pet”  Walking back towards the bed, he straddled my thighs grabbing both my wrist as he bound them together. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but that wasn't happening. “Now what did you do?” dragging my eyes up his body, to meet his gaze. “I told you no and try to shove you off of me” he finished securing my wrist before he laced the rope through a metal ring and secured it. I pulled and wiggled on it but I wasn't going anywhere.

He let out a low chuckle, “No where was I?” trailing his fingers down my cheek, across my jaw to my chin, down my neck and then he grabbed “Oh that's right, i was going to eat what's mine” lowering himself down my body, nipping at my exposed, stomach, and thighs he braced himself on my inner thighs and spreads them wide, staring up at me with that hazy, transfixed expression. There’s no way he can miss what a mess you made. When he leans down, you tense, trying to twist away. “Stop or I'll bind your feet and ankles next,” he snaps, forcing my legs wide. “Let me lick the cream out of your cunt.” His tongue is gentle this time, slowly winding a spiral of pleasure deeper and deeper into my core as he laps up the mess of cum from my wrecked pussy until you swear even my heart is quivering for him. When you think you can’t take it another second, he slides a long finger into me. He murmurs. “I want to feel you gush again.” Then his mouth descends, stroking me toward an edge I know that I can't come back from. This time, I  didn't even try. I let him carry me over. 

By the third or fifth one, I couldn't quite keep track, I was on the verge of passing out. “August” I panted as he continued pounding into me. Gripping the satin sheets in a white-knuckled hold, a second orgasm rockets through my body like fireworks exploding in a dark sky. When I muffle my grunted screams into a pillow, August’s raspy groans become more prominent. I never thought I was a screamer, but August has proved me wrong. My throat is as raw as my heart. I knew August would be fantastic in bed, but I’m still astounded by his impressive stamina.

, “Just one more little one” I shook my head. My body is slack, unresponsive, and covered head to toe in slick sweat. The only reason I’m still upright is because of the silk rope still holding me in place. 

An unexpected squeal rips from my dry mouth when August flips me onto my stomach.

Any protest on further contact is disregarded when I catch his intense gaze scanning my face as he slides back inside me. His eyes look as content as my body does. A husky moan rolls up my throat when his mouth seals over mine. This time, his kiss is passionate and slow, expanding my heart with every caress, nibble, and lick he does. Even the relentless rhythm of his pounding eases. Placing his open palm on my back, August tilts my hips higher, giving him unrestricted access to my throbbing pussy. I’m surprised a short time later when a familiar tightening in my lower stomach gains intensity again so quickly. “Eyes,” August demands. My orgasm rushes to the surface, excited he can already intuit my body so well he knows I’m moments away from climaxing.. He pumps into me on repeat, stealing the air from my lungs with every perfect stroke. “Oh God…” I pant, overcome by the tingling in my core.

The desire to snap my eyes shut is overwhelming when another orgasm roars through my spent body, but I keep them open, fighting through the sensation eating me whole. When my nails dig into August’s sheets, spurts of cum brutally erupt from his throbbing knob. “Fuck, little one,” he groans before leaning over and entrapping my bottom lip between his teeth. The sting of his bite is painful, but his tongue soon soothes the pain. Once every drop of cum has been released, he frees my lip from his menacing teeth before rolling off me. His eyes remain locked on mine as he removes the condom from his still throbbing cock.

Disposing the condom into a trash can, he rejoins me in bed. Gently rolling me over from my stomach to my back, he reaches up and unties the satin rope from the bed frame. I let out a dramatic sigh as my arms dropped. “You hedonistic bastard" i said, laughing , he untied my wrist and rubbed it for me, handing me a drink of water, I chugged it down greedily. Taking the glass from me, he pulled my back into his chest and lifted the covers over us, even exhausted beyond comprehension, my lips tug high when he spoons his body close to mine. With multiple earth-shattering orgasms rendering me immobile, I soon fall into a blissful post-orgasmic sleep.

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hui's moving castle

member — bf!jun x gn reader genre — fluff, humor word count — 1.1k warnings — jun wears a howl costume, reader wears a sophie costume (no pronouns mentioned + not very detailed description), hoshi cameo & he’s addicted to sugar cookies notes — lowercase intended, this is for all the howl simps out there, not requested but tagging @pepperonidk my fellow howl enjoyer :) hope you like this!

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“honey, there’s a package here for you!”

you’ve just picked up the box when you hear jun call from down the hallway: “don’t open it!”

he comes sprinting out into the living room a second later, bouncing like an eager kitten. you hold out the brown box and he grabs it from your hands. he turns it right side up so he can read the return address, then breaks out into a grin when he realizes what it is. “yes! it’s here! finally!”

you hold up your hands and step back, giggling. “woah, calm down! what did you even order?”

he smiles proudly. “my halloween costume! i’m so glad, i was afraid it wouldn’t come in time for tonight.”

“ooh! what is it? you still haven’t told me what you’re gonna be.”

“and i’m not telling,” he says, hugging the box to his chest. “i want you to be surprised.”

you raise an eyebrow. “fine. but there’s only a couple hours ‘til everyone gets here, you better get ready fast.”

“i’ll do it super quick,” he promises, already inching backwards, tripping over his feet a little with excitement.

“do you want me to help?” you ask as he stumbles backwards over the rug at the edge of the hall.

“no!” he groans. “surprise, remember!”

you laugh. “okay, okay! i’ll be out here finishing up these cookies if you need m-”

but before you can even finish your sentence, he’s gone, darting back down the hallway and into the bedroom to change. you head back into the kitchen to finish prepping the food, smiling to yourself. 

~

you’re just adding the finishing touches of orange frosting to the last sugar cookie when you hear a door squeak and hear jun call out, “babe! i’m ready…”

you jump up from your chair and run to the living room. all the suspense has made you curious about what he could have possibly chosen for his costume.

“i’m waiting, junnie! are you gonna come out or what?”

“okay!” he says through the closed door. “here it is!”

finally, the bedroom door swings open and he walks out. “ta-da!”

you gasp, your hands flying to cover your mouth. “jun–! you didn’t!”

and when you see his wide smile at your surprise, you know it was more than worth the wait.

he’s dressed as howl, your favorite character from one of your favorite movies, howl’s moving castle. the puffy sleeves of his white shirt drape loosely from his wrists as he holds his arms up for you to see the full costume, long thin strings dangling down. the pleated black pants fit him perfectly, and a black sash tied around his hips accentuates his lean, defined waist. the costume is completed by a long sapphire pendant and olive green teardrop earrings that dangle lightly from his ears.

he spins on his toes to give you a full 360 view, the colorful diamond cape twirling around his tall figure. “so, what d’ya think?” he says, a grin plastered across his face.

“i… jun, i love it,” you say, mouth still hanging open in shock. you’d mentioned your favorite movie on a few occasions and even watched it with him once or twice, but you hadn’t thought he’d noticed how much you liked the main character.

“so this is why you wanted to dye your hair so bad,” you giggle.

“what, i can’t go blonde just for fun?”

you give him a playful side eye. “i never know with you. you’re always planning something. you’re suspicious.”

he steps towards you, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you in. his cologne is different tonight, familiar yet new; the sweet, comforting scent of warm laundry and apples fills your nose.

“but did you like the surprise?”

your goofy grin speaks for you, and junhui leans down to kiss the smile on your face.

you whine, suddenly realizing how boring your costume now seems in comparison. “you should’ve told me you were gonna be howl! i could’ve been sophie! we could’ve had the cutest matching costumes!”

“who says you can’t be sophie?” he grins mischievously.

you frown, confused. “it’s way too late to order it now, and i don’t have any of the stuff to make something like that. we could go to the fabric store, but i don’t even know if they’re still open–”

he giggles at your misunderstanding. “no, i mean, i already bought it for you! it came with mine, i ordered them together.”

your heart swells even more at the thought of him carefully planning, making sure to not only choose something for himself but also a counterpart costume for you.

you throw your arms around his neck and squeeze him tight, kissing him again.

"you're so cute, junnie."

"i try."

~

your living room is filled with chatter, light music playing in the background.

the blue dress matching jun's costume breezes around your ankles as you carry out another tray of decorated cookies for the guests. 

"how many more of these do you have? 'cause i'll buy them off you," soonyoung says, popping the final bite of his cookie into his mouth, wiping his fingers on the fabric of his tiger costume before reaching for another.

“i just sent you a batch last week, soonie!”

“and? i ate them all,” he pouts with crumbs scattered across his chin.

you laugh. relenting, you set the entire plate of cookies on the table in front of him, but warn him to save some for the rest of the party or you won’t make him any for christmas. he grins and nods eagerly, stuffing a cookie in the pocket of his pants.

you make your way to the other side of the room, sighing as you plop down on the couch next to jun.

“are you happy with the party?” he asks, throwing his arm around you.

“yeah,” you smile and lean into his side. “it’s been a lot of fun.”

he crosses his legs and leans father back into the couch, bringing you closer to him. you gaze out across the room, watching your friends talk and laugh and have fun, all dressed up as their favorite things.

“did you like your surprise?” he asks.

you grin, resting your hand on his leg, lazily drawing patterns across his thigh. “i did. thank you. for the costume, and for everything.”

he beams. “it's what i’m here for, baby.”

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House and Home

Welcome to the empires age regression long fic! If you’d like to be added to a tag list just let me know!

Chapter 1:

Pix sighed, wiping sweat from his forehead as he finished packing the last of his books he needed to bring with him on this trip.

With the ever present threat of Xornoth, alliances had never been so fragile, and everyone was a bit trigger happy. After the last meeting with all the emperors has ended with Jimmy and Fwhip at each other’s throats, literally, Katherine had decided that something needed to be done. They needed a united front to face Xornoth, and they were anything but.

Pix had been consulted on the creation of the building, all the empires had, though very few acknowledged it. It was a large mansion, with enough rooms to house all of them, and plenty of communal spaces. It was non-optional to attend and spent the next week in the constant company of the others. Pix had no true issues with any of the emperors, he was fairly neutral, but that doesn’t mean he wants to see them all constantly.

But, Katherine had made the consequences of not attending clear, and so Pix was packing and preparing. He had brought plenty of paperwork along, as Pixandria always needed something signed, along with candles, just in case. He knew the others disliked the practice, or at least were weary of it, but not all candle lightings were focused on death.

Pix lit candles in his bedroom because he was afraid disliked the dark.

He stared at his 2 bags. One was entirely filled with books and papers, the other with clothing. He turned, surveying his bedroom for the last time for a week, before his eyes caught on a box.

It was small, a soft blue, and peaking out from under his bed. He frowned at it, nudging back under his bed with a huff. Then sighed at his own antics, bending down to pick it up and place it on his bed. Inside, it held some of his most precious things. He lifted the lid, carefully scooping out the contents. A worn, but still soft stuffed bird and a carefully painted pacifier, patterned with stars.

He gently stroked the fur of the toy, biting his lip. He pulled his hand away and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Realistically, he could go far more than a week without regressing. In fact, it had been a little over 3 weeks since he last regressed, which was… not sustainable. Further, he would probably struggle to not slip when every moment of the day he was surrounded by noise and activity, the moment he was alone he would crash.

He continued to stare at the objects, not knowing that across the land, several others were facing a similar dilemma.

-

“Lizzie,” Joel and Jimmy both whined as she finished packing a large bag of regression supplies.

“None of that,” the Ocean Queen commanded with a soft smile. “We all know that the moment someone else slips one of you will, then the other, and you’ll both be very displeased with me if I don’t have your favourite pacifiers.

-

Fwhip blushed as Gem dug through his things, pulling out pacifiers and teethers and pull-ups. “I really doubt I’ll need any of this.” Fwhip mumbled, but Gem ignored him, stuffing a bag full of everything Fwhip had for his regression.

-

Scott stared at his bag. It had been packed for ages, since he’d first received the letter detailing Katherine’s plan. In the front pocket of the bag there was a singular pacifier. He needed to leave soon, he didn’t want to be late.

Did he really need to bring it? What if someone found it? Scott clenched his hands, digging his nails into his palms. He grabbed the bag as is and hopped out his window, wings opening up as he began the short flight.

-

As all the emperors, kings and queens and rulers, entered the large premises, they looked at each other warily. The next week was bound to be interesting, if it doesn’t end in disaster.

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Swipe (Lucifer Morningstar x reader) Preview

This is a preview of my WIP fanfic for Lucifer, it’s a three parter and this is a small about of part 1, since it’s still a WIP it’s not yet proof read :) Description: after his divorce, he finally gets back into the dating game…through a dating app :)

Please note I’m writing this before the release of ep7 and ep8 so- 

Takes place between ep 5 and right before ep 6 

I wrote nearly 98% of this at like 3 AM-

 Warning: Lucifer being a dork, Lucifer being a dorky dad, age gap(reader died at like 25 and Lucifer is like a good few thousands years old so), talk of divorce, Charlie being a supportive daughter, I’ve never used a dating apps so i might get info wrong, Lucifer doesn’t know modern day technology or slang, lying

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Lucifer’s POV

“Charlie, are you sure about this?” I ask still hesitant, I knew Charlie just wanted to help and had the best intentions, but a dating app?  “Of course!” Charlie exclaimed, face lite up. “It’s perfect! You get to meet people without the face to face interactions!” Charlie said downloading the app, viva by Voxtech.

Charlie’s was more excited than I was, I wanted to meet people but an app? I can’t help but feel my heart race and my body get heavy, why was I this nervous. In the middle of my overthinking Charlie handed me the phone, it had a profile made it had my name and many details. It felt like I was giving it to all 9 rings of hell! “Ok! How we gotta add some photos an-“ 

“Charlie!” 

We both turned are head to see Alastor and Vaggie standing there. “Can you help with something real quick?” Vaggie ask seeming annoyed. “Of course!” Charlie’s called back before as standing up. “You go ahead and add those photos dad I’ll be back!” Charlie said as she ran to the two, leaving me alone on the couch staring at the screen. 

I read over the info and it all was so…personal. How would anyone be comfortable putting this much out? I Don’t get me started with being the King of Hell it’s self, then an idea popped in my head. I turn my head slightly to see Charlie still talking to the pair so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I added photos of my duck inventions and made a duck with a white top hat as my ‘icon’. Now onto the name, Lucifer was too out there everyone would know, think! L names that are similar.

Lucifer..

Luci…

Luc…

Luca..

Luca! I instantly think changing the name quickly, removing the last name from the profile along with it. After that it looked like a normal profile. When I finished and satisfied with it Charlie was walking back over. “Sorry bout that dad! Now back to w-.” While she was speaking I shove my phone in my pocket and stand up. “No it’s fine! I set it up!” I nearly screamed it out as I stood from the couch. Charlie stared at me shock for a moment before her normal bright smile returned to her face. “Wow that’s great!” She said as she walked over “Look at you getting the hang of technology!” Charlie said happily. I didn’t know why I was so nervous by an app, but it was on my mind. After finishing talking to Charlie I was able to leave, soon I was back in my bedroom. I let out a sigh and feel onto the massive bed and pulled out my phone, Viva still open.

Y/N POV

Left..Left..Left..

God this app was a never ending app of swiping left on people wanting hook-ups was tiring. This was the last time I’d take F/N  advice and use a dating app, the fact they exist in hell was already surprising. It was nude after nude of people looking for a hookup. Then something different popped up, instead of the naked body I almost have gotten used to, I was greeted by a rubber duck with a white top hat. My eyes widen a bit as I layed there I swipped to look at the second photo, more ducks. I then moved and read the bio. “Luca..” I said quietly to myself reading the short info. I looked at the photos and the bio, it stood out in the sea of profile, i stair a while longer…

…Right. 

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[saintseed-family]

“Thorny, darling, yer still up?”

It was long after sunset, and they had been in bed for hours, but Thorn was still working, the pages of the journal illuminated by the pinprick of magical light coming from his finger.  Janus couldn’t move very fast with his heavy belly and the numerous pillows they had added to the bed to support him and the cub, but he made an effort to roll and face his husband.  Thorn turned another page in his book and nodded, scribbling something down.

“I think I have the details down,” he answered.  “Want to cast the spell as soon as I can.”

They were nearing the sixth month.  The time a normal orc pregnancy would be over.  Visits with Thorn’s mother had confirmed, the cub was nowhere near fully developed right now - firbolg slow, not orc quick, Janus reminded himself.  If Janus went into labor now, they could easily lose the child.  Thorn had been hard at work drafting a spell to do something that, as far as they could tell, no one had done before - trick the body into extending the pregnancy beyond its natural conclusion.

Janus trusted Thorn, and trusted his magic.  It had saved his life before, and it helped the people in their village every day.  They had promised they were going to do everything they could to give this cub the best shot at a good life, and Janus knew Thorn had taken that especially personally as a magic user in tune with a goddess of life and growth.  Lately he seemed close, looking into things like transmogrification spells, into the gender changing spells some used to transform or the medical magic that helped people regrow limbs, as well as ancient maternity magic his mother was a specialist in.

“When you think you’ll be ready?” Janus asked.

Thorn paused his reading for a moment, ears cocked as if he was hearing something far away.  Then he turned to face Janus.

“I’m ready right now,” Thorn said.

“What, really?” Janus said, surprised.  He was expecting a few more days at least.

“I’m at a point in my crafting that I’ll only know for certain it works by casting it,” he admitted.  “We could wait a few weeks and try it out on the goats before they kid for the summer but…”

“But you don’t know how long I’ve got left,” Janus finished, scooting his body up to a sitting position.  “Yer mother said cubs run a tight schedule.”

Thorn kissed Janus on the forehead.

“I can explain what the magic will do if that will ease any nervousness you may have,” whispered Thorn, though they were the only two here in the dark bedroom.  “I know it can be unnerving to trust untested magic.”

“I trust you with my life, and I trust you with our cub,” Janus answered, “...But it never hurts to know.”

“In simple terms,” Thorn began, “Science tells us that when a baby is almost ready to be born, the parent’s body is preparing to soften and stretch in places to assist with labor, and those changes eventually cause the baby to move into the birth canal.”  Janus nodded.  He still felt really new to all this, but at this point he had read many books on the subject.  “This spell will assure your body that it is not time yet for those preparations to begin, keeping your body as it is and delaying it for as long as we can while also allowing the baby to continue to grow.”

“So we’re sort of… extending the time in the oven,” Janus mused.  “To let the little one finish cooking.”

Thorn laughed.  “In a sense.  I also wove in enchantments to help with the pressure and pain,” he continued, “Since we’ll be pushing your body far past what your species is equipped to do.  And something to soothe your poor skin from getting too stretched out.”

Janus thought about the discolored stretch marks already appearing on his belly, and nodded.  If he was going to get bigger, there would certainly be more of them.

“If this works, you should immediately feel a difference in the tightness you’ve been feeling in your belly,” concluded Thorn, “and I will need to cast it every day or so to keep the enchantment going.  Right now we can be flexible with it, but the longer we cast it the more imperative it is that we keep the spell on a tight schedule so you don’t immediately go into labor as soon as it wears off.”

“And this won’t affect th’ cub?  Won’t freeze them up too?”

“The spell will not touch our cub at all,” Thorn assured.  “It’s a bit of a mess from out here determining where you start and the child begins, but the spell is tailored to target only you, and it knows you as well as I do.”

He felt confident that Thorn knew exactly what he was doing.  “Alright then, what do I need to do?”

Thorn shuffled some pillows so he could move forward on the bed, closer to the foot of it.  “Lie back a bit with your belly exposed.”

Janus did as he was instructed, pulling down the covers of the bed and pulling up the tunic he was sleeping in.  Once he was in place, Thorn placed both hands just above the belly button.

“Ready, my darling?”

“Ready.”

Thorn began to whisper in the breathy language of his people.  Janus had heard him use Sylvan a few times for religious ceremonies, and it always sounded as though the words were being carried away on a breeze.  But here in the darkness of their silent bedroom, those words seemed to hang in the air, still breathy and soft, but at the same time powerful and full of reverence.

As he spoke, Janus could see Thorn’s hands begin to glow with the sunlit-golden magic his family was known for, illuminating his belly through the night air.  It felt warm, and relaxing, and Janus found himself almost drifting off in the comfort of it.

He had no idea what Thorn was saying, he didn’t speak Sylvan, but he could feel the gravity of the magic and the intense love Thorn put into every word.  And when he was finished, Thorn leaned forward and gave the crest of Janus’ belly a gentle kiss.

From his lips spilled out a tendril of magic, almost like a vine, wrapping around Janus’ belly in a spiral pattern until the entire thing was covered.  It flared brightly, and then went out, leaving the two of them once again in the dark.

Instantly Janus noticed he felt different.  Lighter?  Less cramped.  It was hard to explain, but it was though he had loosened a belt that had been tightly buckled around the biggest part of him.

“Did it work?” Thorn asked, scrambling to rejoin his husband at the top of the bed.  “Did you feel it?”

“I felt it!” Janus said, amazed, “Feels like my body… relaxed a bit.”

“Wonderful,” Thorn said with a heavy sigh, and Janus realized his face was suddenly so tired,  “And I’ll be happy to keep casting it as we continue on, as long as you need it.  You both have my full and unwavering support, darling…”

It seemed for a moment that Thorn nodded off right there, and Janus had to pull him gently down into the bed to get him back to the pillow and under the covers.

This spell was most likely very powerful, he would have to remember to ask how much energy it took, since it would need to be cast every day,  But for now at the very least the relief and pride at the spell being cast properly had clearly washed over him, and Thorn needed to sleep.  Janus did too.  After being certain his husband was tucked in, Janus settled back into bed himself.

And he felt a new form of safety and warmth he had never experienced before settle over him like a blanket.

#artist: nekosd43 #oc: theathorn wheatseed #cw: pregnancy #writing #oc: janus saintsire #tmpreg

[binnies-minsung-fanclub]

"We met once...in a dream."

HyunLix fanfic

*Requested*

Fluffy (I think?). Could be added onto, but I like how this turned out enough to post it now! If ya want a part 2, just let me know!

Hyunjin woke slowly, wishing he could go back to sleep and finish his dream. He didn’t want to leave the mystery boy that had smiled at him so brightly. His eyes were surrounded by freckles that reminded him of the constellations in the night sky, and Hyunjin wanted so badly to sit for hours and count each freckle slowly just to stare at the boys’ face as long as possible. It was a shame he was just in a dream.

Rolling over and out of bed, Hyunjin shuffled to the bathroom connected to his bedroom. He leaned on the sink, staring groggily into the mirror. The mystery boy smiling at him flashed swiftly in his mind before fading away just as fast. He sighed and decided in order to keep him in his memory he would do what he does best; paint him.

It would be a challenge considering it would all be from memory and from a dream at that. Regardless, he was up for the challenge just to keep a part of the gorgeous human as a memento. Knowing his luck, he wouldn’t dream of him again ever, which disappointed him. He would love nothing more than to have someone like him in his life to show off and hold close. To share sentimental moments with…

“Geez, Hyunjin,” he whispered to himself. “Loneliness doesn’t look good on you.”

After finishing up in the bathroom, he shuffled to the kitchen to make him an iced Americano from the machine a friend had gifted him for his birthday. It was extremely thoughtful, considering he was always drinking them. Having his own machine saved him money, even. He couldn’t thank his friend enough, in his opinion.

Once his coffee was finished, he padded his way into his home studio and set up a large canvas on his easel. He stared at it for a moment, remembering each detail he could as he sipped on his drink. A smile played at his lips as his dream replayed in his head of the boy walking with him in the park, looking up at him with bright eyes and smiling wide. He could almost feel their hands entwined together still. The feeling was comforting. A cold feeling filled his chest when realization hit that he would never feel it in real life.

Nodding his head and taking a deep breath he got to work prepping his canvas and painting. He painted in great detail, as much as he could remember. The way his hair fell perfectly, the way his eyes shone brightly, how each freckle had their own unique shape including the heart shaped one that sat just below one of his eyes. He painted the way his full lips pulled into a beautiful smile, the same smile that gave Hyunjin tiny butterflies in his stomach, even now as he was painting it.

Hours had went by, he knew it. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so engrossed in a painting the way he was with this one. He remembered the sun shining early in the morning and how it threw shadows across the room as it moved in the sky. However, the only light that shone in the room when he finished was the ceiling light fixture that he had recently turned on due to the room becoming dark. He had taken a few breaks to get food, but he barely remembered it. The only proof was the trash that littered the floor around his easel that wasn’t there earlier.

He took a few steps back, examining his work. A proud and satisfied smile creeped onto his face. He had finished it, and his confidence was through the roof. It looked exactly like him. Down to the exact freckle placement. He even captured how the sun highlighted his blonde hair perfectly. How he managed to do so well, he wasn’t sure. It just made the piece that much more meaningful to him, though. Now, he would never forget the mystery boy in his dream.

He stretched and looked at the time. It was well pasted midnight at this point. He decided to call it a night and let his masterpiece dry overnight before doing anything further with it. Taking one last glance, he turned and walked out of the room. His body felt tired, though his mind was hopeful the dream would surface again.

***

The smell of fresh brewed coffee filled Hyunjin’s nose, waking him from his dreamless sleep. He blinked his eyes open, sighing with disappointment. He should have expected not to dream of him again; his mystery dream boy. Still, he would have loved to see him again, to hold his hand and hear his breathy laughter, even in his dream.

Grunting softly, he sat up and swung his legs over the bed. He shuffled out of the room, skipping the bathroom. As he got closer to the kitchen, he heard shuffling and other noises in there. Sleepy confusion made him pause. Did Minho come over in the middle of the night to ransack his kitchen?

He quietly crept into the kitchen and froze. It can’t be…

He turned and rushed to his studio, opening the door and staring at the canvas that he painted on last night. The canvas he spent hours painting on was now blank. He walked up to it and touched it. It was as if he never even prepped it. But he remembers painting every single detail of…

The same boy that was in his kitchen.

He peeked out of his studio room, into the kitchen. The same boy was shuffling around, a white powder littering his gorgeous face. He was mixing something in a large bowl, his focus on the contents he was mixing. Hyunjin slowly made his way back to the kitchen, his curiosity getting the better of him. When he reached the entryway of the room, he stopped and stared.

The boy paused and glanced up, doing a double take of Hyunjin before giving him that same bright smile. His eyes turned into crescents with how wide he smiled at him.

“Good morning,” he greeted, his deep voice like velvet. “Would you like some coffee? I’m making pancakes for breakfast.”

Hyunjin couldn’t respond. He could only stare, trying to make sense of how the boy in his dreams, and in the painting, was in his kitchen. He took another step into the kitchen, never taking his eyes off of him as he walked closer. When he was within arm’s reach, he lifted his hand and touched the boys’ cheek. This caused the boy to chuckle.

“I’m real, if that’s what you are wondering.”

Hyunjin blushed and pulled his hand away. “I just…who are you?”

“Oh, that’s right. I never told you what my name was before.”

“Before?” Hyunjin asked, his eyes going wide with surprise.

The boy nodded. “I’m Felix.”

“Felix…” Hyunjin whispered.

Felix smiled. “We met before. In a dream, I believe.”

Hyunjin reached out and touched Felix again, feeling the need to double check. When his fingers touched Felix’s wrist softly, he softly ran them up his arm to his elbow. Felix watched him patiently, knowing how it felt to feel as if he was dreaming.

“How is this real?” Hyunjin asked into the air.

Felix shrugged before mimicking what Hyunjin did to him. He started at the top of his hand, slowly moving his touch up Hyunjin’s arm to his elbow. He turned his body, facing Hyunjin and stepping closer. He watched as his touch caused goosebumps to form on Hyunjin’s arm where his fingers traced.

“I’m not sure how, but I’m real.” Felix began, slowly moving closer to the taller boy. “I know in your dream we were so close. I’m not sure what we had there, but I want that with you here.”

Felix looked up at Hyunjin, his eyes shining. Hyunjin’s breath caught in his throat as he remembered the dream and how close they felt. It was…romantic. He wanted that too, but how was he supposed to explain how they met?

Before he could do or say anything further, Felix wrapped an arm around Hyunjin’s waist and pulled him close. He placed his other hand on Hyunjin’s cheek softly. He stretched up slowly, their lips colliding in a soft kiss. Hyunjin was surprised at first, his body tensing for a few seconds before relaxing into the kiss.

The kiss didn’t last long enough to Hyunjin, but he had a feeling he was going to have plenty of time to experience more as time went on with Felix.

@redstayrosie (requested by)

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