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ham-st4r · 4 months

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YOU LIKE TO BEG - L. HS

PAIRING: HEESEUNG + FEM READER

WARNINGS: PURE SMUT, UNPROTECTED SEX, ORAL, ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, DIRTY TALK CURSING, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CUM EATING, TEASING,.

WC: 4k+

SUMMARY: I was high and listening to this song AND THIS IS WHAT YOU GET 💀 BYE

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It was the weekend, and you were at a party one of your classmates invited you to. You don't remember whose house it was at. All you cared about was the free drinks and music.

You didn't really have friends, more like acquaintances, so you were hanging out in the kitchen having a drink all by yourself.

You weren't even two shots deep, and within minutes of entering the kitchen, you noticed someone taking a seat next to you in your peripheral.

"H-hi y/n," you hear the familiar voice, and it prompts you to turn your head to the side and make eye contact with him.

"Oh hey, hee," you replied casually and took another sip of your drink. "Didn't know you were the party type."

"Well…" you notice his hand shaking slightly as he goes to pour himself another drink. "I'm just gonna say it. Usually, I never go to these kinds of things, but a friend said you'd be here, so I came," he said softly and cut his eyes at you before turning back to his drink. "I came for you." As soon as the words left his mouth, he swallowed down a whole shot, grimacing at the strong taste. From his reaction, you assumed he wasn't much of a drinker either.

He quickly poured another shot so he wouldn't have to face you after just admitting that fact, and he nervously gulped it down in one go whilst impatiently waiting for your reply.

You're not sure what to take from that information. You and he weren't friends, so it wouldn't make sense for him to want to see you and hang out. You barely talked in school, so it was confusing that he suddenly came to a party just to see you. "Okay," you shrug, not thinking much of it other than him wanting to be friends. "You want another drink?" You offer him.

"Yes," he says just above a whisper. "I-I mean yes, please," he corrects himself and sits upright in his chair.

You laughed quietly and poured him a shot. You didn't expect to even see him tonight, let alone hang out with him, but you had nothing better to do, so why not?

Plus, he was cute.

After fifteen minutes of you both chatting about random topics, you grew bored of the party but not the handsome preppy boy that sat in front of you.

Who you learned had a crush on you after it accidentally slipped from his alcohol-sheen lips during your brief yet somewhat meaningful conversation.

Which now explains why he seemed so jumpy and nervous around you, but you thought it was cute, and to be honest, you were kind of crushing on him, too.

He had been fidgety all night. His palms were clammy before you even arrived, and the drinks weren't helping calm his nerves at all.

Just your presence alone made his knees weak. He's not sure how he was even able to hold a good conversation with you.

He probably stuttered five different times while he was talking to you, but he couldn't help it. He was so nervous.

You always made him feel nervous.

And the way your hand was slowly creeping up his thigh wasn't helping that fact.

He coughed slightly and shifted in his seat but didn't make any moves to stop you. You took that as the green light to test just how much of a crush he had on you by placing your hand over the front of his jeans.

You smiled with your lip caught between your teeth as you found the outline of his bulge and traced it with your fingertips. "You wanna come back to my place?" You asked with the sweetest smile as you squeezed his clothed length, wanting nothing more than to get out of this party and into his pants.

His eyes turned hazy at just the mention of you taking him home, and he could only nod in response, too entranced by you to even speak.

💜

"Y/n, please," Heeseung whines pathetically while you sit on his lap, your core just mere inches away from meeting his stiffened cock that was still clad in his jeans.

You'd both reached your place about twenty minutes ago. It started out with soft touches and not stop lip-locking until you both needed more of each other.

You had been teasing him the whole time, loving the sounds of his feeble cries and weak attempts at trying to get you to ride him.

He tried to lift his hips to feel you, but he was pressed firmly into the mattress and pinned down by his arms and legs. "Please"

"Okay, baby, I'll stop teasing you now." You lowered your core, pressing yourself against his bulge and rotating your hips on it.

"Fuck y/n," he hisses as soon as he feels some type of relief.

"Since I was such a tease, baby, you decide how you want it."

"Really?" He asked, half shocked, half excited. You nodded, a smile on your face as you rocked back and forth on the tent in his pants. "Can I taste your pussy? Please can't stop thinking about it." Every word came out in a needy tone, which let you know just how much he wanted it.

As soon as you give him the green light, he switches positions with you, laying you on your back and quickly gripping the hem of your bottoms. He then pulls them down and wastes no time before leveling his head with your cunt and going down on you.

The first taste he got, he swore he came in his pants a little. "Fuck" he moans into your cunt, tingling your pussy lips as he drags his tongue back and forth, licking you clean before he makes a mess out of you. "Knew you'd taste so good" he pressed two fingers on your clit, giving your body a slight jolt of pleasure. He then ran his fingers between your glossy folds, collecting your essence on his fingers. "So good," he whispers and makes direct eye contact while he sticks both of his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean of your cream.

Your eyes rolled back, and you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair and guide his mouth back and forth on your pussy. "Heeseung," your body shivers as his name easily rolls off your tongue, followed by a lewd moan.

He hums in satisfaction, his nose brushing against your clit and his tongue poking inside your hole.

He used his other hand to spread you apart further, pressing his face right against your core and cutting off his air supply.

Your moans and the wet, smacking sounds of his tongue filled up your bedroom as you gripped the sheets, losing yourself to the feeling of his slick, wet tongue flicking in and out of your hole.

He gave you lick after lick before flattening his tongue over your clit and sucking on the little bead of flesh.

"Hee- heeseung," You breathed out, thighs tensing with each suck. Before you could even get used to the feeling of his lips around your clit. He was already slipping his two fingers back inside you. "Oh fuck”

He moans, the deep bass in his voice vibrating on your core as he pumps his fingers in deeper, curling them up just right.

Your legs instinctively clamp shut, but his left hand keeps you spread wide, giving him more than enough room to devour your pussy, and devour he did.

Endless licks, sucks, and kisses had you biting down hard on your lip. You placed your other hand in his hair, pressing his face even closer to your core.

He gulped down every last sticky drop of arousal, his face covered in your slick as he made out with your pussy tilting his head and slipping his tongue in teasingly before he pulled away and nibbled on your outer lip softly.

You couldn't help but arch your back and buck your hips into his face. The pleasure too overwhelming that you didn't know you were cutting off oxygen, and he wasn't about to tell you he was perfectly content downing in your juices.

Which gave him the perfect idea. "Ride my face." Your eyes shot open the moment you heard his request. As soon as he saw what looked like hesitation on your face, he immediately started begging. "Please," he whines, slowly dragging his fingers along your drenched walls and nudging your thigh with his cheek. "Please, I want you to cum on my face so bad" he looks at you, giving you the cutest yet desperate eyes ever.

You weren't going to say no; you were just shocked by his request, but nothing sounded better than the idea of riding his face right now. "Lay on your back," you tell him.

"Okay," he slowly pulls his fingers out of your hole and obediently lies on his back while you pull your bottoms off completely and climb further on the bed until you're straddling his face.

You couldn't even stabilize yourself before his hands were around your waist, pulling you closer to his face. "Hee…" You put your hands on the bedpost throwing your head back, moaning in pleasure as he pushed you flush against his face, his tongue slithering between every crevice, licking you clean.

He was moaning more like whining nonstop, his hips desperately bucking up, trying to quell the insatiable desire between his legs.

Your aroma filled his nostrils as the tip of his nose brushed on your swollen clit.

He gripped your waist, a strong hold on your lower body as he ground you against his face, loving every ounce of it. "More," he mumbles out, and you don't hesitate to rock your hips back and forth, riding his face just like he wanted you to. "Hmm, mouth is so good hee."

That only excited him more as he licked a stripe for your hole to your clit, repeating the action over and over again to the point your legs trembled beside his head. "Cum in my mouth"

"Is that what y-you really want, hee?" your eyes rolled back, jaw slack, as you weakly grind on his beautiful face. "Want me to cum in your mouth?"

You ran your fingers through his sweaty strands, and his eyes fluttered.

He wrapped his arms around you, locking you in place so you couldn't move even if you wanted to. "Yes, please." The movement of your hips slows, and your walls tighten.

"C-close," he makes a sound of encouragement, his voice tickling your folds, and within moments, you're releasing into his mouth, desperately bucking your hips and getting yourself off on his skilled tongue.

When a fresh wave of arousal seeps out, he's there to lick up the warm, gooey goodness, never missing a beat, his tongue working to calm you down from your high.

He guided your core above him, his lips caressing your soft, sloppy folds.

After a minute more of him drinking from your water fountain, you lower yourself to his stomach, reaching your hand back to play with the tent in his pants.

He lays flat on the bed just like you told him to earlier. "Fuck, please let me have you."

The sight underneath you was the most amazing thing you've ever seen.

His face flush and shiny with your essence, his hair was a mess, and even his shirt had ridden up his waist, showing off his lean body that was now slick with your wetness.

Even after being absolutely pussy drunk, you could tell he wanted more, and so did you.

You put your index finger on his bottom lip, and he stared directly into your eyes before parting his lips and unexpectedly sucking your finger into his mouth and moaning like he had just tasted the best thing ever.

He swirled his tongue around your finger, even kissing the tip before he pulled away, which left you heaving and wanting more. "Shirt off." he easily grabs the hem of it, pulling it over his head and discarding it while he is busy with that. You undid his jeans and slid them down just past his knees.

You looked down at him, stroking his length painfully slow. "So hard," you whisper playfully, pumping the outline of his dick.

"Take them off." he takes a deep breath. "Please," He never forgets his manners, you thought to yourself.

You decided not to tease him anymore, and the second his underwear came down, you didn't hesitate to grab his shaft and align it with your gaping hole, slowly falling down on his stiff rod.

"Hmm, oh fuck" he slams his head back on your pillows, unable to control his reaction to the warmth of your pussy, sucking him in, he automatically starts bucking his hips up, forcing his cock deeper inside. "Shit," he breathes out, eyes clamping shut at the feeling of you wrapped around him so snugly.

A moan of relief escapes your lips as you feel him stretching you out. His hands slip under your shirt, caressing your skin as you take the lead and start bouncing on his long hard dick. "So good," he says in one long breath, his hands squeezing your hips as he indulges in the pleasure of you riding his cock.

You smirk down at him, loving the look of pure ecstasy written all over his face.

You took your hands off his chest, and he opened his eyes from the lack of contact, only to find you slipping your hands under your shirt and peeling it off, leaving your hair all messy, which made you look even hotter to him.

He whimpers pathetically at the sight of your bra-clad breasts, his hands quickly going behind your back and unclipping your bra in one go as you do a slow grind on him, continuously circling your hips.

The amount of control he didn't have when it came to you was almost scary, but he couldn't help it. Every last thing you did had him going insane, from the way you talked to him earlier at the party to now when you're fucking him senseless on your bed.

"Y/n, I need you," he moans after he discards your bra elsewhere, and you giggle softly because his desperation for you was so cute, yet such a turn-on at the same time.

"You have me," you say seductively. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as you gradually picked up the pace sliding up and down on his dick.

"Fuck" his voice comes out muffled into your chest, his fingertips leaving indents on your skin as you work, his length getting wetter with every moan and whimper that he lets out against your flushed skin.

You cage his head between your arms, fingers dancing across his scalp. His mouth falls open at the soft touch, and you lower your head immediately, capturing his lips in a hot, wet kiss.

He felt so good his toes began to curl, the kiss turning more and more desperate the longer he hit your sweet spot with his leaky tip.

"Fuck hee, you're so good," you whine into his mouth, tongue messily clashing with his as he slowly fucks into you from below.

"I'm so close," he parts from the kiss, needing a breather unless he was sure he would have passed out from pleasure. He was already feeling lightheaded just from your touch alone. "Shit"

You moved to his neck, lightly sucking on it while rocking back and forth, your walls clenched around him, just begging his cock to fill you up. "Cum hee," your mouth hangs open in a breathy moan as you kiss his neck a few more times before leaning up, wanting to see the look on his face while he cums inside you.

"Fuck okay," he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as you picked up the pace of things to make him cum, his hips came to a halt, too weak and overwhelmed by the pleasure that he had to let you take over again. "I'm gonna cum" he rushes out, his hands going to your hips to slow your movements so he wouldn't cum inside. "Gotta pull out," he whispers hastily, doing his best to hold off his high.

"No hee, please want it. Want you to cum inside" You take his wrist in your hands, moving them from your waist so you can ride him without him interrupting you again. Pinning his hands beside his head, you use every last ounce of strength to bounce on his cock. You take him balls deep with every move, wet sticky sounds squelching between your bodies as your arousal mixed together, creating a white ring of pleasure around his thick base.

"Are you s-sur?" Before the words leave his mouth, it's far too late to stop, but he knows you don't want him to. By the way you're riding him so eagerly, riding him like you just couldn't wait to have your hole filled with his cream. "Fuck y/n fuck" his breath is heavy as his words linger in the air seconds later; you lock lips with his capturing each and every one of his sinful moans.

Once he's filled you up, you broke the kiss, nipping on the skin of his shoulder and riding out his high.

He turns his head to the side, eyes closed, and when you go to kiss, that's when you notice him acting a little off.

You were about to ask what was wrong, but you didn't need his words for the answer. He was still nestled inside of you hard as a rock, and no wonder he was acting all shy. "You wanna go again?" He turns to look at you, his face flush, hair drenched in sweat, and he can only nod in response. Yet again, if you didn't know any better, you'd say you had him under some sort of spell by the way he was looking at you.

Heeseung was awestruck and completely mesmerized by you, and when you were on top of him asking to go another round, the idea of saying no never even crossed his mind.

"Yeah," he sounds breathless as he replies, and you throb around him, unable to stop the rhythmic pulsating of your pussy. "Please," there he goes again, desperately begging you for more as if you didn't just give him a five-course meal and the best orgasm of his life.

His chest was flushed red, his abdomen covered in sticky slick. He was utterly exhausted, but that didn't stop him from flipping you over and taking the lead. This time, he didn't even bother pulling out before he positioned you to lie on your back. Besides, if he pulled out, he's sure he wouldn't even be able to last a single second without being buried in your cunt. This was his new favorite feeling. Your warm walls were hugging him so tight. He found a home within you, a home that he never wanted to leave as his length perfectly molded its way in your tight little cunt. "Put your legs on my shoulders beautiful, gonna make you cum so hard" Suddenly feeling submissive under him. You're quick to comply, your legs going up on his broad shoulders. He pushed the backs of your thighs down, pressing them to your chest, and you swore you could feel him going in inches deeper.

"Hee," you whined, already clawing at his chest, leaving little red marks on his lower stomach.

He smiles at your reaction, a soft laugh coming from him before he bends down and kisses you one time. "So beautiful like this." he traces your jawline, brows furrowing as he takes in the sight of every curve dip and imperfection on your skin. Hell, what imperfections you were literally perfect in his eyes.

He was so lost in your eyes that he barely even registered when he started moving his hips and slowly fucking into you, inching back and forth to get you used to the new angle. "You take it like you were made for me," he thinks out loud, hands caressing your thighs before he leans down and grips the sheets beside your head, thrusting in and out at the perfect pace. "O-oh y/n," he sighs, pulling almost all the way out before sheathing himself back inside of you.

Your mouth parts in an o shape, silent moans leaving your lips as your brows furrow in pleasure.

The sight of your pleasured face and the way your tits jiggle right in front of his eyes makes him go feral.

He swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, pressing himself further against you to get as close and as deep in you as possible.

Your arms immediately wrap around him, trying to ground yourself as he plows into you, going deep into your stomach with every thrust, and it becomes impossible for you not to scream in pleasure. "Oh god fuck yeah hee, just like that, don't stop."

The nickname, the sound of your whiney voice, and the needy clenching of your hole drove him to the point of no return. He's gone. So lost in your pussy that everything else around him is nonexistent.

He promised himself that he wouldn't stop until you were shaking and creaming around him. "Yeah, let it all out, baby. I know you fucking want it," he groans, fingers digging into your sheets veins bulging all over his body as he gives you his all, which is too much for you, and seconds later, you let out the lewdest moan every as you came so hard on his cock.

"Hee," you squeak as his tip keeps hitting your cervix, each touch making you whine and clench pathetically, asking for more.

"Keep moaning my name," he says as if you had an option. All you could remember was his name cause he was fucking you completely senseless.

"Heeseung," another whine of his name comes out when he unexpectedly starts rubbing your clit.

The sounds of skin clapping bounce off the walls. The room was steamy and full of nothing but the smell of sex as you two lost yourselves in each other.

You were already close again, and so was he. The way his full sack brushed against your ass turned you on more than it probably should, but you couldn't help it. Feeling his sweaty skin against yours was truly the best thing you've ever experienced, and you were on the edge of experiencing something even better.

"Fuck y/n, I'm gonna cum again," he grunts, feeling his forearms grow tired, and he falls on top of you, restlessly bucking his hips so you both can cum on time with one another. "Kiss," he says, rubbing your clit and stroking your walls to bliss. His unoccupied hand reaches for anything to hold onto, and your hand quickly moves from his waist, clasping it with his seconds before you both come crashing down, him filling you up and you staining his cock in your cum. "So good," he moans into your mouth, his cock throbbing with every spill of cum.

You hum, basking in the warmth of his load, brimming your swollen pussy over. "Hee," you breathe out, hand lightly scratching his back until you both calm down a bit.

He laid his head beside yours, your bodies still twitching and tingling in the aftermath of having cum multiple times.

Neither of you even think about moving the warmth far too comfortable to worry about clean up.

His cock was still resting inside you. The warmth and fullness made you sleepy, especially with him on top of you, feeling like your personal weighted blanket.

Moments later, you drift to sleep. He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and nuzzles up to you, following you into dreamland.

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When he wakes, the bed is empty, but before his heart sinks in disappointment, he notices a note you'd left for him telling him you had to leave early. He breathes a sigh of relief and can't stop smiling from ear to ear when he sees your number at the bottom of the Post-it note.

You smile while at work after you receive a text from him going on and on about how great last night was.

You reply with a smiley face and wait for him to make the next move, and you know he would cause, after all, he liked to beg.

FIN

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chryblossomjjk · 2 years

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practice (pt. 2) | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst

⇢ WC: 8.1k

⇢ WARNINGS: implied family issues, photography major jk in full effect, casual titty sucking (lol), oral sex (f receiving), ass eating and motorboating?, handjob, unprotected sex (crowd boos and throws tomatoes), a bit of spanking, talk of sex toys, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, slight dom and sub oc, slight sub and dom jk, shower head as vibrator (everyone w a clit has done this pls-), some manhandling, anal play, shower floor sex !!!, very slight cum eating, creampie, oc reflects on how far she’s fallen, oc still hates men, maybe unrequited love, maybe not

⇢ SUMMARY: everything is wet. you and jungkook tangled up on the shower floor. your eyes afterwards.

⇢ NOTES: yOu’Re WeLcOmE rEaDeRs. this was only going to be a one shot but i was manipulated into making it a three part series bc of u all >:((! lol kidding love u babies! tbh i'm a bit disappointed with this piece. i really loved it when i outlined it but for some reason it just didn’t come together how i would’ve hoped. i tried my best guys rip. hopefully part three will be better. anyways, feedback is greatly greatly appreciated!! thank you again for all the engagement on part one if you’re new pls go read it and check out my masterlist here. ALSO HUGE THANK YOU TO MY BBY @here4btsfics FOR BETAING LEGIT COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT U!!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

“You look miserable.”

You were miserable.

The air at the frat party was suffocating. Sweaty bodies grinding against one another, nudging your shoulder as they shimmied by. The strobe lights made your vision splotchy and the blaring speakers had your head pounding. Plus, you could already feel the makeup sinking into your pores. An oil cleanse is needed asap.

“You look like a hot mess,” you snap at the boy in front of you. His stringy bangs stick to his clammy forehead, poking out from underneath his black bucket hat. The neck of his dark gray t-shirt is stretched to one side from the pull of petite, manicured fingers. Pink lip gloss is smeared across his lips, making a glittery trail down his neck. Sore red marks already blooming. “It’s late.”

“It’s only like-” Jungkook looks at his watch. “1 a.m.”

“Yeah, late. I have a test in the morning.”

“Go home.”

That was the problem. The two only people you really knew at the party, Mina and Taehyung, snuck off into a grimy bathroom to fuck eachother’s brains out. That was an hour ago. How long could they really go at it? You explain this to Jungkook with a sigh. “If they’re not back in the next twenty minutes, I’m going to flip.”

“Don’t be a buzzkill.” Jungkook chuckles, plopping down on the brown corduroy couch next to you. A drop of alcohol spills over the edge of his red solo cup, landing right on your bare thigh. “You can’t go by yourself?”

“I’m a woman, Jungkook.”

“Ah, right,” he nods, thumb brushing away the dark liquid on your skin before putting it in his mouth. Goosebumps form instantaneously as you watch in utter shock. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Bambi, but I don’t think a dude would touch you with a ten foot pole. You’re kinda fucking scary.”

You glare at him, fluffy brows furrowed into sharp slants. Deep scowl on your shiny pout.

“See?” He laughs, tattooed digits coming up to pinch the baby fat of your cheeks. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

“No,” you huff, slapping his hand away. The subtle touch was enough to feel how surprisingly soft his skin is. “I’ll go get Mina and Taehyung-” you scoof, getting up from the tattered material under you.

“Chill.” His fingers catch the ruffled hem of your dress, knuckles brushing against the back of your thigh.

The audacity.

“Let them do their thing. I’ll take care of you.”

“Aren’t you in the middle of-” your eyes flicker over to Nayeon, who had been attached to Jungkook’s neck all night prior. She’s on the opposite side of the room, swaying back and forth, watching him cautiously. No doubt wondering if the illusive man had slipped from her grasp, onto the next girl that caught his fleeting attention. “-A thing?”

“Nayeon is cool.” He glances over his shoulder, gnawing on the silver ring on the corner of his lip. He nervously rolls the material of your dress between his thumb and index finger. Your eyes widen at the motion. Why was he being so… handsy tonight? “She’ll understand.”

Even from a distance, you can see the disappointed glint in her eyes when he explains that he’s heading out for the night.

The air outside is much nicer. The wind brushes through the cracks in the trees, kissing the leaves with a seemingly soft gust. The brunt of the blow isn’t felt until the wind is gone, and the unsuspecting leaves slowly dwindle to the ground. Confused as to how something so delicate and graceful led to their demise.

“Ugh, fuck,” Jungkook snarls, sticking out his pink tongue after taking a sip of whatever drink he had been nursing. “Shit’s like battery acid.”

You giggle, turning your head to get a better look at him. He looks so pretty in the moonlight. Even prettier than usual, you think. Your eyes dart back to the sidewalk under your feet.

“Here,” he passes the plastic cup towards you. “I can’t drink anymore.”

“Ew, I don’t want your backwash, Jeon.” You scoff, holding your balled fists to your chest in disgust.

“I’ve been known to spit in a mouth every now and then… never had any complaints.”

God, he’s so crude.

“I told you, I have a test to take.”

“Oh please,” he persists. “I take all my tests hungover.”

“What tests?” You surrender, finally accepting the poisonous drink. A quick whiff of the mysterious liquid confirms his earlier sentiments. It was most definitely battery acid. “You’re a photography major.”

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Jungkook chants, pumping his fist in the air for emphasis.

“Stop peer pressuring me!” You say exasperatedly, words riddled with broken laughter. He’s so insufferably annoying but… weirdly adorable.

He continues, shouting louder until you down the drink in one big gulp, gagging at the putrid aftertaste. He cheers, no concern for the sleeping students who can surely hear his booming voice through their thin dormitory walls.

“I’m a bad influence on you. You’re turning into me.”

“You wish.”

“Not Bambi anymore, hm?” He takes his hat off, ruffling his hair before plopping it onto your head. “Gonna have to call you my baby.”

The breeze does nothing to ease the burning in your cheeks. “You’re an idiot, Jungkook.”

“Oh God… you sound like my parents,” he laughs. It wasn’t the one you had become accustomed to throughout your brief friendship. The high-pitched infectious one that always coaxed a similar sound out of you.

This laugh was sarcastic. Devoid of joy.

“I’m so drunk that you look like ‘em too.”

You glance up from the crushed cup. He looks… sad. You’ve never seen Jungkook sad, or even serious for that matter. His lips are pulled into a tight line, chin covered little dents as he tries to contain his emotions.

Whatever he was feeling, you never want him to feel it again.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head, back pressing against the entrance of your building, prepared to push it open for you.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” you frown, halting your steps. You can’t leave until that heart wrenching expression stops tainting his features.

“My parents are like… old school,” he shrugs, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “I was so sheltered growing up. I feel like I missed out on a lot and I just… they wanted me to go to law school. Can you believe that? Me? A lawyer?”

Jungkook was a person you never expected to relate to. Sure, you were casual friends, but you chalk that up to circumstance. He just so happened to be a friend of your roommate’s boyfriend. Your interactions up until this point had been playful banter. Nothing incredibly deep.

Honestly, you didn’t even think he was capable of complex emotions.

You feel guilty about that now.

“They sound like mine,” you admit. “They completely tie my worth to my academic success.”

“But you’re good at that. Thinking.” His fingers tap against his temple before rubbing in soothing circles, trying to coax the cogs in his skull to spin. “You’re the most intelligent person I know and I’m not just saying that because I like you.”

“Thank you,” you peep. You’ve always suspected that Jungkook secretly hated you.

Hate is a strong word and you’re very dramatic.

But nothing about your lifestyles are parallel. They’re perpendicular, moving in two completely separate directions. Only crossing paths every now and then.

Too different and incompatible.

“My brain doesn’t work like that- watch your step,” he warns, pointing at a divet between the concrete and tile as you finally step inside.

“I don’t like to think. I like to see. I’m a visual person.” He’s talking with so much passion, hands moving about to show you what his words couldn’t. You watch in awe.

“They don’t get that. Like when I got these,” he holds his inked arm out for your viewing pleasures. “My dad bugged out. ‘You’ll never get a good job with those doodles on your arm.’”

His tone was so exaggerated that you couldn’t help but giggle, shoulder knocking against his as you walked. He laughs too.

“I don’t really give a shit about the future. I care about now. I want to experience everything I can, right now. To me, life is about living in the moment. Photography is literally like-” his eyes squint, darting around the hallway as he looks for the right words. “Like- snapshots of the present.”

He got so carried away that he didn’t realize you had reached your destination. You blink at him.

“I’m sorry.” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That was stupid,”

“No!” You lower your voice immediately, embarrassed at your sudden outburst. “I actually…” You pause, contemplating your next words.

“I wish I was m-”

“I want to be-”

You both pause this time. Jungkook nods his head towards you, giving you the green light to speak first.

“In some ways, I wish I was more like you.”

“Yeah.” He hums with a soft smile, leaning against your doorframe. So delicate and graceful. “I was gonna say the same thing.”

You gulp, completely and utterly rattled. Your shaky hands fiddle with your keys, struggling to fit them into the lock.

Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? It’s just Jungkook.

He laughs, steadying your jittery hand with his own and helping you slot the metal in.

“Thank you for walking me home,” you say meekly, avoiding eye contact as you enter the dark room. “For what it’s worth… I think your tattoos are really cool.”

“And I think you’re really cute when you’re flustered,” he smirks, backing away from the doorway and waving at you. “Goodnight, Bambi.”

Much to your dismay, the compliment makes your cheeks heat up.

“Jungkook, wait! Your hat!”

“Nah, keep it!” He shouts down the hallway. “It looks better on you anyway!”

“Jungkook, stop,” you whine, back arching off your white cotton duvet. The soft tongue twisting around your nipple makes it incredibly difficult to focus on your cracked phone screen. “This episode is important. We meet Sailor Mars.”

“Sorry, Bambi,” He grunts, wet mouth reluctantly popping off your stiff bud. “Got distracted.”

It’s been a little under two month of this. Of you and him.

Having sex, exchanging sweet words and touches, going back to just friends. Rinse and repeat.

Blissful peaks and exhausting valleys. A rollercoaster of emotions with no logical endpoint in sight. You tried not to think about that part often though.

It was easy to distract yourself from the truth when Jungkook brought you lunch during the gap in his classes, or when he agreed to watch Sailor Moon in its entirety without much pushing. Atleast you could pretend he was yours in those little moments of affection.

You huff, pulling the crumpled t-shirt, his t-shirt, back over your chest. Your heart was still pounding from your last round an hour or so ago, and him casually sucking on your nipple while streaming a cartoon didn’t help.

“She’s your favorite?” He questions, propping his head up on the heel of his hand as he lays on his side. You nod, gaze flickering over to him. His previous activities had made his teddy bear headband slouch forward. You use one of the plush brown ears to pull it back into place.

Although sweet and attentive, Jungkook wasn’t immune to the innate disadvantages that came with being a man.

Like not knowing how to wash his face properly.

You watched in horror a couple weeks ago as scrubbed his face in your bathroom sink. Bangs and all. An order for a cute bear headband, the same brand as your kitty ones, was placed immediately. The way he smiled when you gave it to him would forever be burned into your memory.

“Makes sense,” he hums. “Mars is the planet of war.”

You side-eye him, knowing exactly what he was implying with that snide comment. “Just watch the show, Jeon.”

“I am.” His wavering attention turns back to your phone. “I love 90's animation. It was basically all done by hand, see?” He points at the scene behind Usagi; a blue watercolor sky fading into a baby pink. Clearly hand drawn. It was a detail you never noticed before.

“And the saturation is higher so the colors look brighter.”

“Your major is showing,” you say, using an eye roll to suppress the smile dancing on your lips. You don’t want to disturb the hydrating sheet mask on your face, resting in just the right position. You also don’t want to clue him in on how cute you find his artistic rambles.

“Speaking of that,” he laughs, resting his cheek against your chest, unable to stay in one position for too long. He’s like that in the bedroom too. You sigh as dry bits of his face mask crumble off his temple and onto the black fabric. Baby steps. “You’re still coming to the showcase, right?

Jungkook’s big end-of-semester project was to create a photography portfolio on a topic of his choosing. There was going to be a cute little gallery event to display the work of him and his classmates. It was hard not to get your hopes up when he invited you.

That was a sign that maybe, just maybe, the feeling was mutual. Right?

“Right,” you answer him curtly. “Now tell me what topic you picked, demon.”

“Nah, you’ll have to be a good girl and wait,” he grins teasingly, lifting up to steal an airy peck. “Besides, I need to get one more sho-”

Ding.

“Thank fuck!” He groans, springing up at the sound of your timer. “This feels like sandpaper. What the fuck are you doing to my face?”

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” you scold, pressing pause and tossing your phone onto your bed. He’d have to meet your favorite character some other time, clearly too distracted and antsy tonight to focus.

“Bambi,” he says indignantly, pointing straight ahead at Mina’s floor mirror with wide doe eyes. His skin is cracked and painted gray. The reflection is startling to the skincare newbie. “Look at how dry this shit is!”

“Jungkook, it’s supposed to look like that. It’s a clay mask.” You laugh, peeling your more gentle one off and tossing it into the little trash bin near your nightstand. “You have oily skin, so it’ll help clear out your pores and reduce excess sebum production.”

“I don’t even know what that means,” he laughs, climbing out of bed and rolling his shoulders, arms numb from laying down too long. He’s topless. You can’t help but eye the way his back muscles pop out with every circular motion.

How yummy.

“Do you mind if I hop in the shower?”

He doesn’t need to ask. Jungkook has become a permanent fixture in your dorm, like the color pink or your twin bed. Whenever Mina is gone, he’s there.

His presence is also similar to your bed in the sense that it doesn’t extend past the four walls of your room and mind.

A bed is warm, though. Comforting. And you long for it when you’re not in it.

That longing leads your wandering feet into the steamy bathroom.

“Jungkook,” you peep softly, knocking gently on the glass door before sliding it open. “Can I join you?”

The unexpected noise makes him jump, a large palm hitting his bare chest with a wet smack. Once his mind registers the sound as your voice though, his body language softens. Your voice so sweet and melodic in his ears. “I would never turn down an opportunity to see your tits. Wet.”

‘You could see them more often if you just fell in love with me already,’ you think to yourself, peeling off your cherry-printed thong and oversized shirt before stepping into the warm shower.

He looks so dreamy in the sauna of your shower.

Your pupils pause when they land on the unbelievably minuscule nipples that you always tease him for. His cheeks and chest are a soft baby pink. Your favorite color. Whether it’s from the scalding water or him nailing you into the rickety mattress earlier, you can’t tell. All the fog makes him look even more heavenly than usual, like an angel descending from the clouds.

You’re down bad.

There’s a speck of clay still on his chin, covering that little brown freckle you love so much. You cup the side of his face, thumb swiping away the leftover mask. He leans into your palms, lips chasing your finger to press a soft kiss on the pad of it.

Why must he make things so difficult for you?

“I got it,” he mumbles, snatching the pink face cloth from your hand and reaching for what his peanut brain thinks is body wash.

“Jungkook, that’s shampoo.”

“What? No way,” he shakes his head confidently, picking up the slippery green bottle and reading the label with squinted eyes.

You were right, of course.

“Oh, I fucked up then” He smells like lavender and mint. The scent fills your nostrils when he grabs the actual body wash from the bamboo wall shelf, suctioned to the tile near your head. It's the same fragrance of your very fancy, very expensive, shampoo.

You glance at the bottle. It’s nearly empty.

“Jungkook! You’re such an idiot!”

“It’s not that deep, Bambi. Relax,” he chuckles nonchalantly.

“It’s not funny!” Read the shower, Jeon. Haircare is no laughing matter. You cross your arms over your chest, titty-viewing privileges revoked until further notice. “That stuff is expensive, Jungkook. It’s Paul Mitchell...”

“Not Paul Mitchell,” he humors you, bottom lip jutting out dramatically. His shiny silver lip ring and eyebrow piercing do nothing to aid his faux innocence. “I’ll buy you another bottle, I promise. I used it because it reminds me of you. Smells so good.”

Jungkook squeezes the soap onto the pink cloth before running it over your body, lathering the vanilla-scented bubbles on your skin. Hands caressing every part of you so gently, as if you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever dealt with. Afraid to break you in his careless and clumsy palms.

He’s cleaning you so tenderly that it makes your lovesick heart pound.

He’s diligent too, squatting down awkwardly to wash your manicured toes, balancing your foot on top of his knee. He lets out an airy laugh when your foot jerks under his sneaky tickling fingers.

Even on your most intimate parts, his touch stays pure and delicate. He cups your breasts, cleaning under them and around them. The damp cotton barely ghosts over your nipples. He’s never been shy to pinch, suck, or even bite them before. It doesn’t feel right to him in this context though. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfy or ruin the moment by doing or saying something dirty.

Sometimes, Jungkook makes you feel so… important. So cared for.

You cling to him when he washes your back, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into the solid surface of his chest. You stay like that for a moment. Holding eachother under the warm stream of the shower. Savoring it while he’s still with you like this.

Blissful peaks.

The gentle swirls and shapes he draws against your skin lulls you into a trance. All you can hear is his heart beating.

It’s so close but so out of reach.

You count the seconds between the faint thumps. So distracted and content that your ears block out the sharp sounds of water hitting tile. All you hear is him.

Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.

A quick swat to your ass brings you back to reality.

You peep out a small moan, jolting forward from the impact.

“You like when I do that,” he deduces, the corner of his lip pulling into a crooked smirk as he massages your stinging behind. “When I have my way with you. Don’t you, Bambi?”

You nod, cheek still smushed into his wet chest. How humiliating.

“You’re a lot more submissive than I thought you’d be.”

“You thought about me before we started hooking up?” You counter, voice taking on a teasing tone to hide the flutter in your chest. He wanted you too. The thought was reassuring.

“Mm, maybe.” His hardening cock, brushing right against your inner thigh, tells you the answer. “The version of you in my head was confident, though. Knew what she wanted and took it.”

He whispers the last part, gaze floating down to your lips and licking his bottom one in preparation. The telltale signs of an incoming smooch. You close your eyes, expecting a sweet kiss-

“I get that you’re still learning how to fuck,” he shrugs. “So no biggie.”

Asshole. He's taunting you.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s not a bad thing…” he coos, patronizingly. “Just the Bambi I know would never let a man tell her what to do.”

Any implication of you being compliant and passive, especially to a male counterpart, would normally send you into a rampage. He never understood how someone so kind could also be so viscous. When angry, you were comparable to a fire-breathing dragon, destroying villages and burning people alive with your blazing articulate tongue. Jungkook would never tell you that though, lest you think he was calling you ugly and reptilian.

That couldn’t be further from the truth, because he found it so fucking sexy when you were mad. And the bubbles of irritation were already brewing in your stomach.

You’re falling right into his trap.

“I don’t,” you argue through gritted teeth. “And I always take what I want.”

“That’s not true,” Jungkook tutts his tongue at you. “You want me so bad and you haven’t done anything about it.”

Your heart drops. Is it that obvious you have a big fat crush on him?

“Why don’t you show me a little bit, then?” He huffs, voice pleading and whiny. He grabs your hand and guides it around his semi-hard member, engulfing your’s in his tattooed one. “Touch me how you want.”

Oh, he meant sexually. You let out a sigh of relief.

Even partially soft, his cock feels heavy in your hand. Your fingertips barely meet around the shaft, pink mushroom tip poking out of your tiny fist. Two months. Two months of seeing his cock every three to five business days, and you’re still intimidated by the sheer size of him. How could you not be? He was massive.

He knocks his wet forehead against yours. His gaze is trained on his growing cock, tongue fiddling with his lip ring as he focuses. So visual.

Hm. It could be fun to take control. Especially when he was practically begging for it.

Jungkook prefers to be the pleasing partner. Foreplay usually consists of him licking and touching every square inch of you until you’re squirming. You’ve never seen him so needy and desperate before.

Most dicks were ugly. Monstrous even. In the flesh, you’ve seen a whopping total of three penises throughout your lifetime, Jungkook’s included. A small sample size for your age. But you’ve watched enough porn to know that they were anything but aesthetically pleasing.

You’ve always been drawn to the finer, pretty things in life.

And his is so so pretty.

It’s not overly vascular. The veins running along his shaft are subtle, you can only feel them when you give him a hard tug. His skin is smooth and supple. Pelvis clean-shaven. Despite his little skincare mishaps, you can know he takes good care of himself. It’s a quality you found extremely attractive.

Languidly stroking up, you twist your wrist over the swollen tip. Your grip isn’t as tight as he likes and you know it, purposely dragging over the upward curve with an unbearably loose fist. The running water makes the glide easy as you pump him languidly, stopping at the crown and squeezing to give him a little relief.

He peeps out a dreamy sigh when a pearl of dew leaks out of the slit. You coo at the sight, using your thumb to smear the wetness around his sensitive head.

A dirty Jungkook-type thought pops into your head.

“Put it in your mouth,” you command, holding your glistening digit in front of his big nose.

He hesitates for a moment. It’s fair. You were literally asking him to taste his own precum. His black pupils dart to your thumb, over to your face, and then back to your thumb.

Has he never done this before?

He’s apprehensive, but fiercely competitive to the core. Never one to turn down a challenge. You’ve known that since you met him, when he nearly had a meltdown over losing a simple game of beer pong.

He takes the pad of your thumb into his pink pucker, sucking on it like a sugary lollipop. His lustful eyes lock onto yours when his tongue just barely grazes over your skin. They’re pleading, so desperate for your approval.

“Good boy… now spit.”

You feel his cock twitch against your stomach, wet tip leaving a sticky trail to your belly button. He obliges, letting a string of spit land in your palm. You hum contently, wrapping your hand around his shaft again. Coating him in his own saliva.

“I love that,” he moans out, voice so turned on that you have to clench your thighs together for friction. They’re already clammy with arousal.

“Love what?” You tease. “Praise or my hand?”

“Both,” he admits with no hesitation, hips recoiling and subtly thrusting into your palm. He slicks back his bothersome bangs to get a better view.

He looks so good with his forehead out.

“Does that feel good?”

He nods halfheartedly, tunnel-visioned in on the way you’re just fucking milking him. The nasty wet clicking noises filling the air only make his impending orgasm build up quicker. Jungkook has always prided himself on his stamina, but he’s already feeling that overwhelming pooling in his balls.

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Yeah, Bambi...” He sighs, mouth dropping when he’s done speaking. Thick brows knitting together. Face contorting in the way it always does when he’s about to bust.

You tug him hard and fast until he’s teetering on the point of no return-

And then you stop.

The muscles at the base of his cock contract and expand, making it bounce up against his pelvis. The creamy skin at the base transitions into a vibrant flush at the tip. So swollen and angry. So ready to cum.

“Fuck!” He shouts, slamming the side of his fist against the tile wall, snarled teeth look too ferocious to be bunny-like. The hooded gaze he shoots you is scary, even angrier than his cock.

It looks painful.

You feel bad, truly.

But it was a small glimpse of the pain you felt when he blue-balled your love and affection.

“I cum first,” you taunt with a smirk, pressing a gentle peck on his lips. He doesn’t reciprocate, pout cemented in a firm straight line. “Then you.”

His tattooed knuckles sneak under your wet hair, curling around the back of your neck. The other is grips on your shoulder, trimmed nails digging into the delicate skin as he shoves you forward. You gasp, bouncing breasts squished against the shower door, cool slippery glass brushing against sensitive nipples.

Jungkook usually takes the lead during sex, gently coaching you through the motions until you’re both silly-smiled and starry-eyed in post orgasm bliss. You’ve never seen him so domineering. A sharp juxtaposition to the whiny boy who was desperately seeking words of affirmation a few minutes ago.

His duality has you embarrassingly wet.

“I’m sorry,” he grunts, nuzzling into your shoulder and placing a few gentle, apologetic pecks on your skin. “I don’t mean to be so abrasive.”

Abrasive.

That was a big word, for him atleast. His vocabulary has expanded a bit. The thought makes you gleam.

“You’re just-” The words are broken off by an airy chuckle. “I’m so fucked.”

There’s no time for you to mull over the hidden meanings of his words. He nudges your legs apart with his knee, muscular thigh pressing right into your sopping sex. You moan at the contact, grinding down on it until it’s rudely snatched away.

“Isn’t someone greedy?” His voice is muffled, lips preoccupied with kissing a messy trail down your spine before dropping to his knees behind you. Right on the shower floor. “You’ve already cum. Twice.”

You had sex just a few hours. And he did indeed, make you cum twice. Once on his fingers and once around his cock.

It wasn't enough, though. Never enough with him.

“Want more...”

“I know you do, just…” His words dissipate when spreads one cheek to the side, distracted by the mesmorising sight of your glistening slit and puckering hole. “Stay still. Let me look at you.”

The lack of sensory information has you on edge. From your position, you can’t see him. Only catching blurry glimpses of a tattooed arm when it extends into your field of vision. It’s hard to hear the nasty declarations that pour out of his mouth over the pitter-patter of water. There’s no perceptible clues that help you predict his next movements. You have to wait until you feel them.

His big hands knead your skin, making the fatty parts jiggle with his thumbs resting under each cheek. “Wow…” he peeps in admiration before shoving his entire face in your ass, vigorously shaking his head side to side.

He’s so lewd.

You squeak when his sneaky tongue pokes out.

“No…”

“Why?”

“That’s so… dirty.” You don’t mean you, of course. Even in the drunkest of states, you could execute a ten step skincare routine flawlessly, facial rollers and all. You were referring to the act.

“I mean… we’re kinda past that, don’t you think?”

You hum a contemplative noise. He had a point.

“Don’t you like it, baby?” A soft kiss is placed against the cinched muscle. “When I play with you like this?”

Baby.

He hasn’t called you that since he walked you home from the party. Your stomach somersaults.

“I love it,” you confess with a sigh.

“Then why is it dirty? I’m just making you feel good, aren’t I?” He coos, placing the pad of his thumb on the untouched area. There’s no pressure behind it, just light strokes around the rim. “I can make you feel so good, if you just let me do what I want.”

What he’s implying is nerve-wracking. Anal play was something you never even considered dabbling in.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You trust him and you’re consumed by lust, so you give a small nod.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Do whatever you want, Koo… anything.”

There’s a sharp exhale and then soft fingers massaging tight circles on your clit. You relax into the touch. A tried and true method of making you feel good, and hopefully, ease you into the uncharted waters with little tension. Jungkook lets a string of spit fall between your cheeks, knowing you’ll need the extra lubrication.

“Fu- hmm,” you hum through curled lips when his thick thumb slowly prods in, only up to the first knuckle. It’s not as painful as you expected. A little strange and unfamiliar, but the stretch was oddly pleasurable. “S’ good.”

“No one has ever been in here before, right? Only me?”

“Only you.” You mewl, grinding back into his hand. The confession makes him moan. The thought of defiling you, ruining you, does things to him and to his leaking cock.

“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll get you a butt plug.” He pauses, before adding an afterthought. “A small one with a pink gem.”

You don’t respond, enjoying the feeling of his hand too much to speak.

“Yeah,” he hums to himself. “Gonna double dip you one of these days.”

“Koo,” you whine. “Please do something.”

He can’t deny you. Not when there’s those dreamy, desperate hues in your voice. Jungkook spins, sitting on the ground before shuffling backwards until his back is against the shower door. Positioned directly between your legs. Right under your leaking cunt.

“Ride my face,” he whimpers. “Please…”

In your limited experience, and via the data you’ve collected from third-party sources (Mina), guys only ever beg to receive oral sex.

But Jungkook is different. Here he was, fully prepared to devour your pussy like it’s his last meal on death row.

Hopefully the crime committed isn’t breaking your heart.

“Jungkook, you don’t- fuck!” His mouth is on you before you can even finish the sentence. Toned arm wrapped around your thigh, pulling you down onto his thirsty tongue like you’re a refreshing drink on a hot summer day.

The cool metal of his lip ring brushing against your outer lips as he delivered long unhurried licks between them, had your thighs trembling. You were so worked up and he’s barely even touched you.

The position is great, amazing even, but it’s hard to hold him like you want. You twist awkwardly reaching behind you and letting your fingers trace the outline of his sharp jaw. You can literally feel his tongue working under the skin, collecting as much of your sweet dew as possible before swallowing it in big gulps.

The combination of your juices and the running water makes Jungkook-

“Feel like I'm drowning,” he laughs, sending hot breaths into your core.

You peep an apology before standing on your toes, trying to create some breathing room.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” His free hand grabs your ass, fingertips digging into the plush surface as he pulls you back down. The motion makes his large nose brush against your clit, bulbous tip sneaking under the hood, tickling your most sensitive spot.

“Fuck, baby.” you whine, already feeling a sticky hot climax approaching.

“Don’t be shy.” The thick thumb, still hooked inside of you, begins rocking back and forth, moving your hips in tandem. Encouraging you to grind onto his face. “Use me.”

Despite the assertive facade, you were deeply insecure. You’ve never felt more liberated, more comfortable, than when Jungkook’s hands were on you, though. Caressing every undesirable part of you. Touching you in ways that made you swoon. Completely worshiping you.

With that in mind, you build up the courage to move freely. Humping his face like you do your pillow when you’re alone and needy for him.

You find yourself saying this often with Jungkook, but you’ve never felt so good.

There’s little muffled moans under the sound of the shower. Between the wet strands of hair, you can see his thick brows pulled in at the middle. Features contorted to form that cute little yummy face he makes every time he eats good food. Or in this case, your pussy.

You giggle deliriously, gently pushing back his wet tresses. They’re silky and pliant from your conditioner. Your thumb smoothes over one of his brows in an attempt to tame the angry arch. Afraid to hurt him, you stop immediately when you feel his piercing.

The look he gives you when he peers up at you sends you spiraling. There’s something so raw behind his eyes.

It almost looks like…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shout when your orgasm washes over you, hips jerking wildly and uncontrollably. Powerful waves of pleasure run through you. One after the other in rapid succession, leaving your legs shaking and your petite fingers clawing at his scalp.

He doesn’t stop until you make him, with a fistful of hair and a rough yank. Wet lips smacking together as he coos, taking in the sight of the overstimulated body before him. You feel empty when he removes his thumb from your sore hole and climbs to his feet.

“Your mouth,” you whine. “It’s too much.”

“I know,” he hums in agreement, hugging you from behind before continuing with an airy chuckle. “Nayeon told me that I have an oral fixation.”

Nayeon.

Your heart drops at the mention of her name.

Why was he thinking about Nayeon? Especially now, when he was being intimate with you-

‘Don’t overthink it,’ you tell yourself. It was probably just a flippant comment he made without thinking…

“Oh no,” Jungkook groans dramatically, tattooed hand scrubbing over his face in frustration.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, craning your neck to look at him.

“I only brought one condom,” he says in distraught, emphasizing the one like it was the biggest mistake of his life. “And we already used it.”

Hm. Now seems like a good time to ask him the question you’ve been avoiding for weeks.

“Are you sleeping with anyone else?”

An eerie pause fills the air. You don’t like the way he hesitates.

“No… I always use protection anyways… and I just got tested last week.”

You don’t like the way he answers. Almost like he didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t necessarily want to admit the truth either.

You don’t push the matter further. You're afraid that if you do, he’ll drift away. Float onto the next shiny, less complicated, thing that catches his wandering eyes.

“It’s okay. Just fuck me, Jungkook.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at you with wide, sparkly eyes. They appear almost animated, hand drawn in the same style as your favorite cartoon. “We don’t have to. I would never-”

“I want to.”

You just want him.

“Are you on the pill?”

“Mhm.”

He exhales a sigh of relief, head dropping to thank whatever higher power exists for making this happen. The stars aligned to make this happen. He gets to fuck you now. Raw.

When his hands land on your ass, they’re shaky and unorganized. You can’t tell if it’s from adrenal of excitement. His cock is at the perfect angle to slot between your cheeks without the help of his hands. Jungkook pushes them together, rutting his hips into the tight squeeze, moaning softly when his pink tip pokes out at the top.

“No more teasing,” you huff with a pout.

“Put me in then, sweetheart.”

Another term of endearment. You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose. If he knows how you feel about him and is levying that affection against you. Using sweet words to lull you into any situation of his choosing.

You sigh, reaching between your legs. His couch is so touch-starved from the foreplay, the orgasm you denied him, that the contact makes it jump. You rub the engorged head over your clit, flicking it up and down over the swollen nub.

“Thought you said no teasing.” He gruffs, strained and fucked out.

You nod in response, licking your lips as you guide him to your entrance. His heart beating so sternly in his chest that you can feel his pulse in the crown of his cock. So turned out and it’s all because of you.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape when he slides in slowly. You’re both so wet from the shower and your own arousals, that there’s barely any resistance. Just a smooth glide until he’s buried to the hilt. Hushed, needy gasps escaping from both of you.

“Ah- fuck,” he grunts, hips jolting forward even though there’s no more length to give, pelvis mushing into you. You have to brace yourself with flat palms to prevent your head from knocking into the glass. “I’m in love with this pussy…”

The sweet, filthy words make you clench around him.

Jungkook watches with parted lips as he pulls out. Top lip twitching in a snarl when he sees how creamy and shiny you made his cock. You always do, but this is the first time he’s actually witnessing it, feeling it, without any barrier.

“My favorite pussy…” he whispers, gripping your waist as leverage before he starts pounding into you. Closing his eyes to focus on his rhythm, savoring the way your warm, wet, natural ridges feel on his cock

Even from behind, his curve does wonders on your g-spot. The smooth underside deliciously strokes that sweet spot with every deep plunge. Your breasts bounce when his hips crash into yours, making the very tips of your nipples teasingly brushing against the wet glass. The coolness sends tingles through your burning skin.

“When can I really play with you?” He pants. “Use my vibrator until you’re cumming buckets, huh?”

“Whenever we stay at yours…”

He doesn’t respond, leveling you with a simple hum instead.

“Nah, I prefer going to the girl’s place-” Jungkook had slurred to Taehyung, projecting his voice over the static of the party. Loud enough for your unsuspecting ears to pick up the sound. “I feel bad for asking them to leave after, so it just makes things easier.”

That was before you started hooking up, but the memory still stings.

A lightbulb turns on Jungkook’s brain as he watches the running water hit your back. He reaches for the shower head, clicking the silver lever three notches to the left. Jet mode.

The ugliest sob rips though your chest when he places it directly on your clit.

“Jungkook!” The stream is so powerful that it sends you into a panic. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” his lips are smushed to your temple, trying to shush your cries. “Gotta practice for the Hitachi, don’t you baby?”

The constant stimulation from the water and his cock makes your orgasm build up much quicker than anticipated. There’s wetness on your cheeks. It's not from the splashing water pummeling directly into your clit. You feel so euphoric and overstimulated that you’re crying. There’s nothing you can do to stop the unbearable pleasure that’s coursing through your veins.

You nearly blackout when you cum. Vision blurry. Hearing fading in and out. Legs giving out underneath you. Jungkook has to catch you, abruptly dropping the shower head to wrap his big arms around your waist before you plummet to the ground in bliss.

When you can support yourself again, he hangs up the forgotten metal, maneuvering you around until you’re facing him. He picks you up with an inked arm hooked under your thighs, free hand grazing over your back in soothing circles.

“I didn’t push you too far, did I?” He asks worriedly.

You shake your head. He did, but you absolutely loved it. You peep when you feel the tip of his cook, still achingly hard, against your backside. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry.”

“No,” you protest. “Want you to cum too.”

He looks at you, gnawing on his bottom lip like he’s contemplating something. “I’ll be quick.”

Jungkook lays you down on the shower floor gently, the same way he does on your twin bed. A grimace laces through your features. Over the last month, you’ve been swamped with homework, putting a wedge in your normal routine. The last time you cleaned out the shower was two whole weeks ago.

Disgusting.

All complaints are forgotten when he’s inside of you, though. You would brace the bacteria and germs to have Jungkook between your legs.

“You’re so pretty,” he huffs, admiring the way your hair fans out across the white porcelain. Leaning forward, Jungkook presses his entire weight on top of you, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. There’s a gust of wind on your shoulder as he breathes in your scent.

The whole atmosphere feels different.

The slow sensual grind of his hips makes you dizzy. You swear you’re hallucinating when you feel his hands graze up your arms, fingers interlocking with yours.

“Look at me.”

You crane your neck, wide eyes meeting his hooded ones. You breath hitches in your throat when you take in his expression. He’s looking at you the same way he did earlier.

If you didn’t know better, you would say he’s looking at you like he’s in love with you.

“I’m close,” he whispers, nudging his forehead against yours. He kisses you so delicately. There’s no heady teeth or rushed tongues. Just a sweet, soft kiss. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside.”

When he cums, it’s gentle and low. His hips never falter from their slow pace like they usually do when he climaxes. He doesn’t moan lewdly or say anything dirty. He just stays clung to you, panting softly until he rides out his high.

You feel so warm and happy when he fills you up.

He stays on top of you while he catches his breath. You don’t mind, petite hands scratching over his back. Listening to the calming, rain-like sounds of the shower.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You peep after a few minutes.

“I can’t sleepover tonight, Bambi,” he coos, sitting back on his knees. You feel empty when he pulls out. “I have a test tomorrow.”

“Oh… well, you’re still coming over tomorrow, right? So can we finish the season?” You question, recalling the pinky promise he made you last week.

“Raincheck,” he pouts. “I have something to do for one of my classes.”

You follow him to the door once you’re both dried off and dressed.

“Goodnight,” he places a dramatic kiss on the top of your head, pulling away with a little ‘muah’ sound. Something in the corner of your room catches his eye before he leaves. “Did you steal my hat?”

Your eyes follow his finger, pointing straight to the black bucket hat on your desk.

“You gave it to me.”

“I did?” He looks at you in confusion. “I don’t remember that.”

“Fuck off,” you groan, cocooning your blanket over your disturbed ears. You wanted nothing more than to rewatch Sailor Moon and mope, but the fireworks would not fucking stop. Where is campus police? And why are they letting dumb frat boys light off explosives?

You sigh, watching Usagi and Rei fight over Tuxedo Mask again. You know what the outcome will be. The thought of your favorite character falling victim to the unforgiving strain of unrequited love makes your heart hurt.

You tilt your head. Tuxedo Mask kinda looks like someone you know.

The show was supposed to be distracting, make you forget the fact that you got stood up but a guy you’ve been crushing on for months. But even your alone time has become daunting. Consumed by him. Everything reminds you of Jungkook.

Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.

You sigh, closing out the app in favor of scrolling through Instagram. The first picture you see on your feed is of Nayeon. Just your luck.

It was posted two minutes ago. You recognize the ugly brown couch in the background. She’s clearly at a party, form-fitting black mini dress complimenting her figure perfectly.

Your self-loathing mind guides your self-loathing fingers to zoom in on every little detail and compare yourself to her. Pretty hair. Perfect makeup. Tiny waist that curves out into her full hips. Long legs. Jungkook. Straight, pearly white teeth. Nice jawline-

Jungkook?

You do a double take, eyes scanning the photo until they land on him again. He’s lingering in the background, back against the wall, looking down at his phone. You stay zoomed in on him for a while, staring at your phone screen until your vision goes blurry.

Every doubt and insecurity you’ve harbored over the last few months hits you in a drowning, suffocating wave.

Exhausting valleys.

Why did you even agree to this? This stupid friends with benefits relationship.

You knew you would get hurt, but you didn’t think it would hurt this bad. Not only did he lie to you, he was with Nayeon.

Nayeon. You can’t fucking stand her-

You shake your head furiously and throw your phone to the foot of your bed.

You don’t mean that…

Since when were you the type to hate another woman over a dumb guy? Or have unprotected sex? Or let someone so careless and selfish infiltrate your heart and mind?

How could you compare yourself to Nayeon when you two are in the exact same position?

You think about the night you fell for him, when he walked you home in the moonlight. She must have felt the same you do now. You’re similar in your desire to be with him, knowing you'll get hurt in the end.

Because being with Jungkook for a little while was better than not being with him at all.

It’s his eyes. They’re dark but so tender. The way they look at you like you’re the only thing that matters. The way they glow when he talks about things that interest him. Or how they dart up towards his forehead when he can’t find the right words to say-

“__?” Mina calls, standing in the doorway with a takeout bag. You hadn’t even noticed her come in. “Why are you crying?”

“Huh?” You peep, eyes fluttering down to the little wet spots on your blanket.

Without even realizing it, you had grown to love Jungkook so much.

You spent the rest of the night sobbing in Mina’s arms.

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zonigiri · 1 year

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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

pairing: gojo x f!reader

summary: inspired by this post by @gojoest and tags/addition by @kagelun. i have nothing to say for myself (sorry)

wc: 1.2k

cw: fluff, gojo being gojo & divider credits to @saradika!

a/n: wrote the outline for this fic in my 20mins break at work and finished it mostly on bus rides to and from work. felt like i needed that to be mentioned somewhere

"I hate when you do that," Gojo whined from his place on the bed, lying with his limbs spread out. He had a habit of making the queen sized bed look like a single whenever he was even partially horizontal on it.

"Do what?" you ask absentmindedly, in the middle of putting your clothes back on.

"That."

"Toru we've been over this, I'm not moving in with you. Living with you would drive me actually insane."

You're facing away but you can feel his pout deepen. You hear the tell tale sounds of the bed squeaking and you know the menace you call your boyfriend, is making his way over to you with an impassioned defense. He might as well have flashcards with him and sometimes you wonder how if he wasn't a man-child with such ridiculous hills to die on, or the strongest sorcerer in this world, in an alternate universe he would've made a decent lawyer.

"That's not what I was talking about but now that you've brought it up, I can think of at least 5 reasons why-"

"Gojo," you turn to face him with a pointed stare. He withers under your gaze and your use of his formal name and you go back trying to get the clasps of your bra to get to stick to the intended hooks, instead of the one above or the one below. After a few moments of fiddling, you give up fighting a losing battle.

"Can you do my clasps?"

You look over your shoulder at Gojo, glance at your hands and look back at him expectantly. He shifts to stand behind you, fingers gentle and unsure as you feel them on your back. You let go of the straps in your hand and wait patiently.

"This is what I meant, you know."

You tilt your head to the side a little and because over months Gojo has learned to read your little gestures like a book, he knows that despite your silence that's a sign for him to continue. Not that he ever needed one anyway.

"Why do you need to wear when you have all the support you need right here?"

Gojo cups your breasts with his large hands. You lightly smack his hands with yours but all that makes him do is give them a little squeeze.

"Look at how much better I am at this! I can hold them exactly the way you want them to!"

Like a child at a science fair demonstrating his beloved project, Gojo proceeds to squeeze your breasts closer together along with his words. You let out a sigh and a little shake of your head, and you decide to humour him to try and beat him at his game.

"...plus my hands are so much warmer! And they're definitely more comfortable than some of these godawful ones."

He glares dirtily at your open lingerie drawer.

"That's not what you called them when I wore them for you last Friday."

"You're not playing fair," he mumbles into your neck.

You give it some time, basking momentarily in the warmth of Gojo's body so close to yours, before you place your hands over the ones covering your breasts and kiss his fingertips.

"Toru, I'm going to miss my bus, will you please do my clasps?"

"Hai," he says in a drained monotone like a school child being asked to do something dreadfully boring.

Satoru keeps his word this time and you hear the little click of the hooks attaching in place. Tugging your bra to make yourself comfortable, you turn around in his arms to place a sweet kiss on Gojo's lips, "Thank you baby."

Leaving him standing, you walk over to pick up your jumper and you quickly slip into it. While pulling up your jeans you noticed Gojo's attention had shifted and he was now inspecting the contents of your drawer. Picking up the straps of cloth and lace and trying to figure them out with the face of someone trying to solve a nuclear equation with utmost concentration.

You don't have to wait for long to know what he's thinking, you hardly do. Gojo never shies away from voicing his opinions. All of them, no matter how inane or inappropriate.

"You know, I think I'd be better at designing these."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I mean you keep saying the wire hurts and…" you hear bits and pieces of what he says , his voice full of robust conviction while you finish getting ready. In the meantime, Gojo appears to have taken a serious interest in the construction of female lingerie. You didn't have the heart to explain the intricacies of women's fashion and how since ages, pain and discomfort was woven into the very fabric and principle. Not right now anyway, while you were already running late for a bus with a temperamental schedule and a history of not following it. You looked into the mirror for a last quick check to make sure everything was in place and you walked over to your boyfriend, still somewhat lost in thought. You took his face between your hands, squished him gently and kissed him after letting go.

"Bye baby, love you!"

As always Gojo's lips stay on yours for a little longer, even after you pull away. Ending kisses is not something Gojo excels at, especially not when they're with you. He pulls away reluctantly and with that, you're gone. The door behind you shuts with a little click and Gojo's left to his own devices for the day.

Later that night you're cuddled in bed with him, his limbs wrapped around you like a blanket, the only way he knows how. Gojo's voice pipes up in the dark, "You know, I think I've figured out how to make it work."

"Hm?"

"How to make the bras work without hurting. I even came up with designs, I think you'd like them."

There's silence, but he knows you're awake and you're listening. He knows the rhythm of the way your chest rises and falls when you're asleep in his arms.

"I even came up with the name of the company."

You shuffle a little in his hold to turn to face him. Even when lying down, his face is a whole head above yours.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Gojo's secret."

It takes a while for it to sink in and then your laughter rings out in the dead of the night. A genuine, hearty outburst at his very earnest response. It gets you an offended, "Hey! It's a good name! I mean I might run into copyright issues but I…" and Gojo pulls you closer to him in efforts to get you to listen to him seriously but you don't hear the rest of it very clearly over the sound of your own laugh. With every next word that comes out of his mouth you collapse into a fresh fit of giggles and Gojo complains that you're not listening to his flawless 7-step-plan to take over the whole industry that he spent all day thinking up. Pouty that you're not taking him seriously, despite the fact that you almost never do, Gojo untangles you (gently) from his grasp and turns around to face the other way.

" 'm not talking to you."

You're used to his antics by now so you turn to spoon him, throwing your leg over his with abandon and slipping your hand over his chest. You hear a little "hmph" uttered under his breath without any real malice but all it does is make you squeeze him a little tighter (lovingly).

"Goodnight Toru, love you."

You press a kiss to his shoulder and shuffle in closer to him to make yourself comfortable to go to sleep. The next morning when you wake up, and you wake up earlier than Gojo does, you realize the two of you are in exactly the opposite position from when you went to bed. You're curled up against Gojo, back to his chest, and one of his hands has somehow made its way through the night to loosely cup your left breast in his large hand.

#gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x yn #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x fluff #gojo satoru x yn #gojo satoru fluff #t.writes #jjk x yn #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you

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skylermadness · 6 months

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Clouded Judgement (Vander TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: July 27, 2023)

Original Description:

I watched Arcane for the first time last week. Probably one of my favorite experiences in regards to media watching! So much happens in that show and it's just so satisfying to watch from so many angles, it's just hard to articulate perfectly how good it is. Inevitably this also meant Vander would become a mood for me. Big hairy dad with an Australian accent, that's basically the best bait one could have for me. Also meant that during my high of Arcane fixation I had to write a TF as soon as possible. Also helps that Furii threw in some interesting ideas I wanted to try and write out! Admittedly this is a TF that involves a first time for a lot of things in regards to my writing. Lots of moving parts in the TF segment and I believe this is my first time in full having some kind of gaseous trigger. Unfortunately I think I ran out of ideas as to how to really handle the concept towards the end, since I realize I actually wasn't fully sure how I wanted to do the MC and what I wanted to do for the actual post-TF segment. So in the end I do feel like the mental aspects fall a bit short and things definitely fizzle out towards the end. I feel like I could've done better with the final scenes but in the end this story was written with no outline and very little direction. Plus I can always revisit it later and fix it. But for the time being I'm at least 90% satisfied with the end result enough to share it out. Plus I am relatively proud of the TF segment itself. Anyway, watch Arcane.

Flames. Smoke. Oranges and grays… light was shrouded behind the thickening smoke.

That's all his hazy, blurry vision can see. He can't even tell if he's looking up, down, or to the sides. Is something overhead? And… wasn't he supposed to be doing something…

There is a certain level of pain coursing through him as well. Multiple sharp pierces in his back like shards of glass had embedded into his skin. His spine felt bent, and his nervous system felt like it was in a numb overdrive. An even sharper, stronger pain was in his abdomen; stabbing into his gut and radiating the pain throughout the region. All the while he could feel more spots of suffering around his face than he could count. Then there was the setting in of fatigue, a feeling akin to getting off some kind of adrenaline rush.

The smell of smoke mixed with the smell of his own blood. He could taste his blood too, and he could swear some more of it was crawling its way both up and down his throat.

Where was he? Who was he? What was he doing?

A sense of urgency panged in his chest. Like he had to do something. He had to move faster, he had to…

A finger twitched, he moved his arm closer to something. He could detect something cylindrical near his hand. He had to grab it, it was his only chance.

A low grunt emanated from his throat as he swallowed a lump of fluid. Pain, urgency, danger. Pain, urgency, danger. The same three feelings circling through his mind, his body, his everything.

His finger grazed metal and glass. Something seems to enter him from there. Some kind of final rush that starts his heart back up again. The hand grasped onto the cylinder and the man almost instantly pulled it towards his mouth. He wasn't sure when or how he had opened it, but all the movements were so fast that it felt like he had instantly started consuming whatever fluid was in the object.

He wanted to regurgitate it. The taste was atrocious, the feeling of it oozing down his throat was repulsive.

But it all passed as in an instant everything in his body ran into overdrive.

His heart beat faster, faster, faster, the rate was getting inhuman. He could feel his muscles cramping, bulging outwards, a chorus of rips piercing from his shirt as his body was forced larger and larger. Breathing deepened, low and dying becoming rampant and growling. Monstrous.

A purple glow rushed through his veins, running higher and higher up his body before it reached his face. The last sound he heard is metal and glass crunching in his hand as his eyes were forced open.

His eyes were forced open…

His eyes were…

…forced open.

Ashton groaned, body leaning forward in his bus seat while he rubbed his head. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to dispel the grogginess in them while taking in just where he was. Window beside him, sparse amounts of people in seats in front and behind him. Bus, evening, getting home from work…

He sighed. "Shit, I missed my stop didn't I…"

Eyes trailed upwards to look at the street display board, an act which only reaffirmed that statement. He was roughly seven or eight stops behind where he was supposed to get off to get home. Disappointed, he pulls the cord on the wall beside him which causes a soft ding to play out before an automated voice says, "Stop requested!"

He then hauled up the satchel that sat beside him and stood up, walking his way towards the front of the bus so he could get off. All the while he had two thoughts in his mind. The first thought was that of plans to try to get home in a timely manner. Bus lines were rotating around his mind as he tried to come to some kind of conclusion as to what to take and where.

The other thought was of that dream he just awoke from. Of the visceral, realistic feelings it spurred. Of the strangeness of it. Of the meaning behind it. Why did he get it? What did it signify? Why did it feel so real? He could still smell the smoke. Taste the blood.

"It's not real…" he muttered to himself as he turned to walk off the now stopped bus.

The sky was a mix of a calming blue and burning orange, Ashton flinching slightly as it entered his peripherals. He chose to ignore it though, preferring to get a good look at the surroundings of this bus stop. The street was noticeably divided. One set of towering buildings and streets was on the side Ashton was on; meanwhile the opposing side had a different set, only reachable if you tried to hop into the rounded drainage ditch that cleaved the area in half. Or you could just walk over the bridge that was off to the side.

He hummed to himself. He'd have to cross the bridge in order to reach the bus stop that would allow him to ride in the opposing direction back home, but that would be annoying since the stops in that direction are different from the stops going forward. He could also try to just walk home since he was only six or seven stops off, but the city's above ground infrastructure was annoying to traverse to say the least.

He eyed the ends of the street for a few seconds, then crossed it to reach the sidewalk on the other side. It was evidently railed off thanks to the existence of the drainage ditch, but that didn't stop him from casually leaning over the railing to look into it. With the exception of a pitifully miniscule stream of water in the middle of it, the ditch was effectively void of liquid. His eyes trailed towards the two massive holes that were beneath the bridge nearby, the man casually thinking about how the sewer system the ditch drained into was barren as well.

Come to think of it, there was a similar ditch near his apartment.

Ashton's eyes widened as an idea formed in his head that instance. The city's sewer system likely wasn't the most convoluted network. It would probably be a simple walk in, take a right turn, walk out. The biggest problem would probably be the lighting, but…

He fished his phone out of his back pocket. Twenty five percent. It was probably not enough for a sewer trek, but he assured himself he'd only be in there for ten minutes. It'd be fine…

…

His reassurances didn't really work and he could tell this was a risky idea. But sometimes your city's infrastructure makes roaming around the sewer sound more appealing than actually walking around the surface.

He idly thought to himself 'What's the worst that'd happen?' as he jumped the railing and slid into the drainage ditch. Even then he was only mildly confident in this idea as a whole…

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Ten percent.

If Ashton's presumptions were correct he might've been down here for thirty minutes. He could've sworn he wasn't lost, especially since he only took a single right turn towards what he would presume to be the drainage system closest to his apartment. And yet he felt like he was walking down the exact same tunnel for ages.

The tunnel also looked nothing like he would have presumed one to look. It was just a concrete cylinder with a few pipes lining the sides and ceilings. Every so often he'd find himself walking past a large grated opening, although he wasn't sure if it was the same pipe every time or just a different one on the exact same side. At the very least this place wasn't completely flooded…

His steps continued to echo through the tunnel as he walked. His shoes have garnered a substantial amount of grime as they stepped in the extremely small stream that endlessly trailed down the pipe. And evidently the only source of light he had was from his phone. At the very least nothing could come up from in front of him, especially with the intense luminescence of his flashlight.

Nine percent.

"Perhaps it's not too late to walk back," he grumbled to himself. Now he was realizing just how stupid an idea this was. He probably would be home by now had he not taken this 'shortcut'. "Stupid, stupid, stupid-"

His annoyed sighs echo through the tunnel as well. At least the smell wasn't as repugnant as he would have expected, but it was still pretty terrible. And he was still alone. Just him, the dark, and his thoughts. He then stopped for a moment to lean onto the rounded concrete wall of the tunnel. Walking for so long non-stop was doing a number on his legs.

He considered just calling an emergency service before his phone could have the chance to conk out. It would be embarrassing to have to explain that he got himself lost in the city's drainage tunnels, but it also beats being stuck here for days on end. And… "Urgh, is the smell getting worse…?"

Just the faint smell of sewage fluid and… smoke?

"Wha…?" he raised his phone up and looked around both ends of the tunnel. Lo and behold in the direction he was heading towards was a small plume of smoke billowing from another tunnel that seemed to connect to the one he was in. It was faint, almost blending in with the darkness, yet it still stood out against the shine of his phone's flashlight.

There was also no light emanating from the smoking tunnel.

Against his better judgment Ashton quickly rushed towards the tunnel opening. Shining the light into the tunnel all he found was the same concrete walls, except with a small stream of smoke at the ceiling. The tunnel's end still had the void of darkness as well …

…it couldn't be like that dream, can it?

He took a step forward, and another.

It couldn't have. There was evidently a fire in it.

Another step, and another.

Glass. Pain. He didn't even feel like himself in it. It felt like visions or the memories of someone else.

His steps continued to echo again as he followed the small stream of smoke. Although it wasn't long until the slightness of it was changing and the stream steadily got thicker the more he pressed forward.

The smoke of a flame was different. Pungent, disgusting, awful. In truth, this smoke smelled vile as well. But it wasn't the same as fires. It was reminiscent of something else.

And yet his fear couldn't easily be quashed by such a notion. So much unfamiliarity, so much strangeness. It was evident nothing was right. And yet, Ashton remained curious.

But was it true curiosity, or was it a compulsion…?

It didn't seem to matter. The stream grew thicker, and the light began to reach a wall that only scattered and obscured it. The source of the smoke, he had presumed. And he still continued to step forward.

He wants to investigate further.

In an instant the smoke consumed him. He's surrounded in it, the dense grays and blacks layering around and onto him. His eyelids flicker as he tries to blink it out his eyes, and he can't stop himself from inhaling it. Strangely though, he doesn't cough. The smoke entering his body seems to get absorbed into it once it reaches his lungs. Almost as if it was becoming a part of him. This only caused his brain to grow foggy.

The haze entering his mind caused him to steadily lower his hand, the light from the phone slowly moving further and further down. After a few seconds the light would be snuffed out, darkness falling into the entirety of the tunnel. The last tangible sound he hears is the echo that emanated from his phone hitting the concrete floor of the tunnel. Everything enters a pitch black haze after that, and Ashton was left unaware of just what the smoke was doing to him.

In the dark there was a subtle slight swirling of smoke that seemed to spiral around his hands and arms. Dense dark vapors circled around both limbs, the constant whirling forcing changes in the areas that he had been left unaware of. The first was that in his hands, the smoke seeming to practically massage them both and force their size larger. Stretching them out more both horizontally, vertically, steadily growing with each passing second. At the same time there was a thickness settling into them, a sizable bulk being compounded as the muscle and bone within them was getting beefier.

There was a concurrent set of alterations that was settling into each finger of his hands as well. At first they were thin and narrow, but with the increase in volume that was settling into Ashton’s hands it was causing them to get thicker as well. Meatiness being forced into each finger; density getting more pronounced and replacing their original thinness. Lengthening and thickening, getting all chunky. Almost powerful in a way. The tips of each finger seemed to blunt too, nails garnering a duller end as the man's hands garnered a more brutish appearance.

That supposed brutish appearance was only enhanced as the constant flow of smoke added another layer to all the changes. A slight darkness was etched into his skin, the softness of both the front and back of his hands getting altered as a layering of aging was accumulating across them. Backs of each hand getting more weathered, dirty, scarred. A slight hardness formed across sections of his palms at the same time, the beginnings of calluses forming in the area above the dorsal transverse.

The aging had also already quickly reached his arms, easily being accompanied by a slight layering of hair steadily sprouting down the back of each of them. Beneath it all came the bulking that had transitioned beyond his wrists and onto his forearms. A certain level of thickness etched into his lower arms, flexors and extensors both growing in tandem as the muscularity of the regions was getting further emphasized well beyond what they used to be. All a hard layer of strength, a heavy sturdiness constantly getting compounded as the muscles continued growing in size.

His upper arms weren’t left behind as they too gained a drastic increase in musculature. By now the transformation had already reached beneath the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, but that didn’t allow them to be beyond the reach of the swirling fog that continued to fill his body with rapidly manifesting strength. Biceps getting bulkier, triceps ever increasing alongside them concurrently. It wouldn’t take very long for the creases that divided his muscles to begin to etch into the fabric of his sleeves. This happened more and more as time went on and more muscles bloated; deltoids swelling outwards while his shoulders broadened and increased in size.

At this point the small wisps of smoke had been getting more plentiful in their constant swirling around Ashton,small drags seemingly now starting to circle the man’s torso. Although by now everything had just gone numb for the man. He couldn’t tell if he was walking or standing still, he couldn’t hear and he definitely couldn’t see beneath the dense haze of eigengrau that had now consumed his vision. The ability to think was being greatly hindered at this point as well. It was almost like the smoke had clogged up his brain, dense and dazing him out.

All he could really feel was… warmth. A warmth entering his arms, a warm in his chest. It was starting to make him sweat a bit. He let out a grunt, the sound falling onto deaf ears as he raised one of his massive hands up to his chest. His very core was heating up, and there was an odd feeling of squeezing in his upper torso. Everything was starting to just feel… tight. Evidently that may be in part because of the swelling his chest was beginning to undergo. The influence of the smoke evidently had moved to that area now, prompting the muscles in the region to steadily push forward.

A crease had started to form in the middle of his shirt, subtle at first but slowly growing as his chest only continued to grow out more. Both pectorals were swelling, thickening in size more with each second that passed. The collar of his shirt got tighter as well as his body was forced wider, the size of it stretching larger and wider. As heat continued to bombard the internals of his pecs, meat amassing more and more, a small layer of fat was accrued in the area at the same time. This was accompanied by a dusting of chest hair forming, coarse in texture and brown in coloration. It also wouldn't be long until that light dusting got increasingly thicker in density as well.

The hairs then started to trail down the man's midline, creeping downwards towards his navel at a steady pace. As it dusted across the skin of his abdomen, a churning emerged from within it as well. The region rippled, muscles bubbling and hardening as that area followed in the sudden garnering of muscularity. Abs slowly rising up from the once flat area, slotting outwards row by row until he was graced with a six pack. This new musculature would almost instantly begin to indent itself into his shirt, the tightness of it perfectly outlining his new form.

However this would be followed by a softness entering the area, the newly formed muscles quickly getting consumed by fat that accumulated rapidly. It wasn't an enormous amount of fat though, only garnering enough to smooth out the abdominal region by a small margin and give his muscles a softer appearance, but still would keep them visible.

By now Ashton's breathing was quickening, causing the smoke to get inhaled into his lungs at a more rapid pace. Was it getting… familiar? Ugh, it was hard to tell. Hard to think. He just wanted to…

While one hand was grabbing onto his chest, his other hand had started to grab at the neck of his shirt. He idly tugged on it in an attempt to relieve the tightness to any degree. His shirt had already seemed to be undersized, with his chest squeezing against the fabric of it to a point that his now deep cleavage was indented into the material. The bulky, meaty shelf that consisted of his two pecs constantly pushing at the front of the shirt, and his wider frame tugging at the sides. There was an almost primal urge amassing in his mind to just rip it apart. An urge that was getting more persistent with time, more annoying.

He continued to tug at the neck of his shirt, and by now he had gone to grab at the portion that laid on his chest. The big, meaty fingers were gripping into the fabric more and more. The urge to rip it apart growing stronger and strong until-

Shrrp!

His shirt was partially torn down the middle. His massive pecs were finally allowed to breathe, and the smoke grazed his skin properly. Aging it more, causing more hairs to sprout upon it with bits of gray beginning to speckle it. He was breathing heavily with both his mouth and his nose, the smell and taste of the vapor assaulting his sense of taste and smell at the exact same time. But he didn't seem to care much about that.

A hand loosened its grip on the fragment of torn clothing before ultimately disregarding it, letting the tattered remains just loosely hang off his torso. The hand just drifted back onto his chest instead. Drifted and… squeezed. Hard. For a moment his face tensed, teeth grinding together as the hand embraced the pectoral. But everything softened as he felt just how… squishy it was. How pleasurable it was just groping his own chest like this. Rubbing the hand around the pec, grazing a nipple, feeling the hairs beneath the palm of his hand. The warmth, the softness, the almost arousing feeling it gave him to commit such an act.

The only way he could describe his mind now would be… melting? Thoughts vanished beneath the haze that perpetuated around his brain. All he could feel was emotions from his own acts. And yet everything still felt dulled. It didn't really feel like he existed in this space despite the smoke seeming to interact with him. Spiral around him, bombard him. All he could really determine was his own sense of self, which in and of itself felt shrouded.

He failed to stifle a moan from exiting his mouth as he continued to grope his chest. He could at least feel himself. The sweat slowly moving down his face and body, the low heat constantly erupting in his form. The constant pressing of his hand against his skin, the feeling of the smoke rolling across his form.

His throat itched. It might've been from the smoke, it could've easily been from something else. If Ashton still had enough consciousness to hear what's around him, he'd probably hear his breathing begin to deepen. The pitch and tone lowering more and more as he was feeling himself up. A husky gravelliness etching into it as the constant breathing of smoke seemed to slowly age his own voice. All the while his neck was thickening, head steadily growing alongside it.

At the same time the changes were already transitioned downwards as well. The button of his jeans starting to strain against his now wider waist, the effect of the smoke having now reached his lower body. A tightness in his pants burgeoned, and it only increased further with each passing second as growth was formulating beneath his waist.

This was first evident behind him with the seat of his jeans filling out. His rear was bloating, fat filling up the cheeks while his gluteus muscles expanded. A sizable amount of padding was what got added, overall rounding out his ass into a plump thickness.

At the same time a bulkiness was being added to his legs. The upper portion of his legs was first, thighs growing thicker with the constant addition of muscle being added to them. The seams of his legwear already began to rip against his maturing hamstrings and quadriceps, the opposing swellings pulling his jeans apart at the sides. A few hairs also poked out the holes, a noticeable hairiness sprouting across his legs and cascading downwards.

The crus of his legs practically burned, his calves swelling and bulging outwards in an instantaneous workout. The ends of his jeans started to run upwards as the bones of the limbs extended longer, some more inches being added to the man's height rapidly. More and more tears formed across the legwear, the continuously growing hairs progressing more and more downwards as the changes became shrouded beyond and beneath his footwear.

The toecaps of his shoes started to slightly bulge, toes already beginning to push up against the ends of it as both his feet were forced to grow in size. These changes were practically the same as those on his hands; skin garnering the weathered look to it while an extremely light coat of hair was pressing further down the feet and towards his toes. His footwear progressively got smaller and smaller as portions of his feet constantly dug into the material. Heels pushed against the backs while the sides of his feet were doing the same with the sides of his shoes. By now as the bridge of his feet raised thanks to the thickening of both appendages his shoes began to pull apart, toes moving further and further to the point where they might as well break through the material. Rips and cracks pierced the air more and more as the shifts in size continued more and more until it all came to a crescendo. Blunt toes busting out the toe caps, moving forward more as they progressed an inch or two beyond the edge of the sole. Laces were torn apart, cloth splitting more as more portions of his feet were finally given the space to breathe.

Speaking of breathing, his own was seeming to be getting labored in a way. All these physical changes, all this haze in his head, it felt so tiring. Although that could easily be a factor from all the smoke he's inhaling. It was practically enough to replace any oxygen he would have preserved. And yet he continued, the taste and smell of the vapor constantly growing in familiarity even more as the changes progressed.

You'll get used to it…

Well, he already was wasn't he?

"Nmgh, fuck…" he groaned out. The first sound he's properly hearing. His voice got so deep, so… accented. Mature, masculine, gruff, and powerful.

"How'd it get this… dense…"

He raised his head and looked forward. At least the smoke seemed to be slowly dissipating. He could see faint lights through the fog. Not the light of a flame, seemed way too… colored for that.

He pulled the hand that was on his chest away from it and raised it up to his face, pressing the massive thing hard onto the side of it. He had to get out of this practically intoxicated haze he was in… And then he began to idly scratch at his face. An itch was setting into it, said itch followed by the feeling of hairs pricking against the tips of his fingers.

Deep gray hairs were steadily growing down his face, seeming to have started at the tips of his sideburns and moving down the sides of his jaw. They were delegated to the furthest sides of his jaw for a bit, however as they grew closer to the chin the thickness of the newly sprouting beard got more prominent. Dense fuzz rolling across the lower halves of his jaw, maintaining that as they got closer towards the lowest point of his face. At the same time segments of graying hairs were stretching around and above his mouth, a thick and stubbly mustache being formulated by the new growth.

The feeling of all this fuzz on his seemed to activate another weird urge within the changing man's mind. Scratching steadily shifted to rubbing, letting all the hairs brush against his palm as his mind was overwhelmed with the urge to feel up his beard. Feel up his… face?

His originally unoccupied other hand soon followed, the man squishing the sides of his face. All of this seemed to cause another swatch of changes, the sensual rubbing appearing to practically sculpt his face beneath his hands. His jawline steadily chiseled out, chin growing flatter as the roundness faded into something more masculine and hard. The overall shape of his head was altered beneath his palms, growing out to be wider and more rectangular.

His facial features were evidently altering as well. Skin getting older and more weathered as age was settling upon them. Nose broadened out more as the tip got flatter, and the bridge wider. The front ends of his eyebrows bushed while the back ends tapered out. Even more signs of age etched around his eyes as noticable bags formed beneath them, wrinkles around them. All the while the ends of his hairline receded until he had a slight M-shape indented into it.

His hair itself wasn't left unchanged either as it slowly grew out a bit, darkening to a deep brown coloration as they did. The style was shifting into a more swept back appearance as the follicles lengthened out behind him, although they only got long enough to graze his upper neck. Either way, they had gotten longer than they were before with many bits of them sticking together and causing a look of thickness to form within his hair. There were also portions that stuck up slightly above other portions, bits that curled towards the end, all of which gave a slight messiness towards the ends of his hair. Last came the sprinkling of grays that formed in the portions of hair at his temples.

A shock of bright blue entered his irises, a headache growing more and more prominent in his head. The smoke was getting less and less dense, although his mind and vision both remained hazy. Thoughts and memories were hard to formulate, his sense of self feeling like it was muddled and shifted beneath the fog that perpetuated in his brain. He would panic, but the smoke deadens it. The smoke deadens everything, the chemicals within it altering his own brain chemistry to a capacity. How much had he inhaled? He usually tried not to inhale enough to get this high. That felt like such a foreign thought, and yet it felt right.

His breathing continued, each inhale forcing more smoke into him. Of course with it all spiraling around him and constantly pushing into his skin with age, forcing itself into his very form whenever it can, the density of the vapor was progressively getting less and less prevalent. The lights on the other end were becoming more visible, familiarity yet again creeping into the man's mind as they did so. Of course his body wasn't the only thing the smoke seemed to pelt with itself as the ashes finally started settling on his clothing.

The density of his shirt steadily increased as the smoke got into the threads, the material shifting from soft to hard as it evidently shifted into leather. At the same time it was also changing color, deepening into a dark brown. The size of his shirt increased as well, and the rip that he had made seemed to extend further downwards in the middle until it hit the shirt's hem. The torn segment rippled as it appeared to smooth out and fix itself, shifting more into a proper split of something like a jacket. This was further exemplified by a small, flat collar blooming from the former shirt's neck. All the while a mostly white undershirt manifested beneath the jacket, his chest hidden again from the world as the newly formed and noticeably baggy attire covered it.

His jeans were the next part to extend, sliding back down his legs while the tears at the sides sewed back up as if nothing happened. There still seemed to be a slight tightness within the jeans, but it wasn't uncomfortably so. Furthermore was the addition of a larger, darker blue patch that stitched itself to the legwear's right side. Meanwhile, manifesting out of nowhere was a metallic looking pauldron that strapped itself above his right knee. Similar 'accessories' seemed to appear around his body shortly after; such as a leather cuff forming around his left wrist and tightly holding onto it, and a thick and snug leather waist belt manifesting on the lower end of his abdomen.

The last bit of clothing that had alterations was his shoes. His toes were consumed by the toecaps once again as the footwear started to increase in size. The damage done by his massive feet was easily getting reversed, the cloth fixing itself before shifting into hard leather. The soles of the shoes thickened, the now larger toecap got covered with metal, and the topline was increasing rapidly until it was nestled halfway up the crus of his legs. Any form of lacing was consumed by the leather, the newly changed boots seeming to mostly be smooth with only a few interruptions found within the material.

All of those changes had caused the smoke to thin out even more, and it was only getting thinner with each passing second. With each breath that the man took. The world around him steadily grew more and more visible, the deep haze fading away into what seemed to be a dingy alley in the Lanes.

Urgh, how did he know where this was?

Such a question felt inane after just a few seconds. Of course he'd know where this was, he… lives here? There's a hint of doubt in that notion. There's doubt in a lot of notions really, but the fog within his brain wouldn't let it go. His mind was getting filled with conflicts. Conflicts between his interests, his personality, his age, his identity-

"Need to cut back on the smoking…" he groaned before idly leaning on a wall of a random building that sandwiched this alleyway. A part of him was surprised it didn't curve inward, but the thought vanished just as quickly as it appeared.

Still, more thoughts cropped up. That wasn't his voice, was it? And he never smoked, did he…? The more he questioned it the more the inquiries didn't feel right anymore. Constant thoughts of wondering what's right and what's wrong with him slowly but surely getting buried under a single notion.

That notion was he must've been high as fuck.

He used the wall as a crutch of sorts as he steadily inched forwards a bit more. The blurriness of the lights ahead had mostly been put into clarity, the man immediately calling forth the name 'The Last Drop'. Although a nagging feeling in the back of his mind was already being tipped off that something was off about it, but with the persistent fog in his mind it was hard to concisely trust that feeling in full right now.

He turns away, fully leaning on the wall with his back now. Slowly but surely the feeling that this body was his was finally setting in. Any unfamiliarity or weirdness that came with it subsided as it practically felt like the connection between his body, mind, and soul was finally being forced properly. It made the density of the haze in his mind a little less prevalent, even if it still remained.

Vander. At least he could still remember his name. A low, gruff chuckle escaped his throat. "Ain't that high yet…"

Although he knew he never smoked this much. All he had to do was dredge up whatever memory existed that explained just how he got here.

For that second the haze lifted as if to appeal to his demand. A small door that opened within his mind, although it was enough to inadvertently release a flood. Something in his face drained as the high stupor faded in an instant.

Flames…

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saw your recent reblog about feedback and, though I’ve been occasionally gushing in tags, you deserve to hear what I tell my friends! In general, your writing style is perfect at capturing the timing and delivery of the show itself. I’ve never read a fic i’ve been able to visualize more clearly than this one. You write each character so well that between chapters it feels like i’m right back where i used to be, waiting for new episodes again. I do think you haven’t *quite* solved your side-character-ification (applejackification?) of Dipper problem yet, but other than that you’re doing an astounding job at balancing all the characters and their interactions with each other and with bill in a way that feels natural (plus with these more recent chapters i’m seeing lots of good dipper stuff so you’re definitely getting there with him too! besides, it is nice to see Mabel get the spotlight after all these years anyway. healing, even.) You know exactly how to control an audience’s emotions, you know when to drag something out and when to shut it down, you know when to cut off a conversation and when bring up the fact it was cut off later. Little foreshadowings like the loose tooth are well-planted and plot beats like lucid dreaming are dropped and picked back up delicately and with precision, like pressing piano keys. i don’t doubt for a second it’s all a part of some grand instrument, though i wouldn’t be surprised if you told me most of it was improvised - another way you’re just like the show was. you’ve done the episodic-and-serialized thing better than at least half of all silver-age cartoons that have attempted to do so! I adore the way you show kindness to all characters in your scenes, from gideon’s characterless mother to the little freak himself. It truly feels as though you pick no favorites, and that’s something you do better than the show did tbh. Not that TBOB needed to hook me in with a marketing campaign, but hypothetically, in a universe where I didn’t own a hand-sewn bill cipher throw-pillow and yet somehow still found this fic, I would definitely be excited for it after reading! you’re gifted, and i hope this does numbers on AO3. I truly cannot stand hazbin hotel, but I may go back and read your other works once this one’s over, just to hear your narrative voice. it’s a voice worth hearing, and may it be forever amplified.

oh WOW thank you so much??? 😭 this is SUCH a sweet comment and it means so much to me that you took the time to write all this!!

APPLEJACKIFICATION... that made me laugh. Dipper will get some serious development before the end of the eclipse plot and he's key in the next plot, so I think that'll help him make some progress. But yeah—he's not gonna be as important as Mabel, but I do want to make sure he has a plot that stands on its own, smaller though it may be.

It's 2/3 planned, 1/3 improvised. 😁 I've got a lead time of about 15 chapters between what I've posted and what I've written, so I can do stuff like write the poppet chapter, write the tooth fairy arc, edit the poppet chapter, realize that as long as I'm giving him a bloody lip maybe I can loosen his tooth, edit the tooth fairy arc, have him mention that that tooth was loose. And many chapters I haven't written or outlined yet I have loosely planned in my head so I know how to aim toward them.

Wanting to show kindness to all the characters and wanting to give as many of them an internal life as possible is so important to me, and I'm so glad that's showing through so far!

And honestly I think "I hate [xyz] but I'll read it if you're writing it" is the highest compliment. 😂 All my hazbin fics were written pre-season 1 when all we had was the pilot, a couple comics, creator comments, and some Helluva to go by; but idk maybe you'd consider that a plus lol. (If you're interested, on ao3 I've also written Transformers, Godzilla, some Pokémon, and a smattering of other things.)

Thanks again for sending such a nice message!

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 months

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2023 in Words

We got 2024... tomorrow. 0_0 Normal. I am so fucking normal about this.

How's it going? My eyes are closing, my hands are shaking and my to-do list until the end of the day has several tasks more than I can handle on it as usual which is all a pretty good summary of 2023. Let's see what came out of it:

Word Count:

101 079 words

Phew. I was afraid it would be much worse. That's not super bad considering I've been stuck on one story for more than half of the year and those words are not included here. (Also not included is my almost 40k-word outline for said story, nor any other outlines, so... uhh... actually way more words were written this year.)

Stories:

(I'm not bothering with an overview of the fandoms because it's just Winx.)

A total of 7. And that's counting the first chapter of Fallen Love as a story. Ouch! I hoped to get more done this year but on the plus side, I really love the stories that I did write (and the ones I am still planning)!

Actually, there's 3 other finished stories that I do not ever plan on publishing, which rounds up the total number to 10.

Favorite writing moment - this is tough but I'm going to go with coming up with a completely new angle to Griffin's motivations for pretty much anything she's ever done. I've decided to step away from the righteous fight for getting dark magic users the equality they deserve and see how her character looks through a more selfish prism. I have to say that I love what's currently brewing in my head and the newest reason I've given her for leaving Valtor finally is something really personal that only has to do with the two of them and isn't just... guilt in a trench coat. I like to think that means I am healing as well and don't need to work out my subconscious guilt through her.

Wildest writing moment - definitely one of those 3 never-to-be-published fics. It was a total nothing smut idea and then I'm suddenly left with the most cohesive piece I've written since... ever. Usually when I try to explore several different angles of something in one piece, I start to get tangled up in the different threads and completely lose myself in the story. Whether because this was for fun and I wasn't stressing or for another reason, that didn't happen with this story and all threads are in their perfect place. I'm... thrilled about it! :D

Ships:

This department has suffered too. There's the usual Griffin x Valtor, Griffin x Faragonda, Erendor x Samara (in my documents) and a side of Marion x Oritel and Marion x Griffin (yay!)... and that's about it. Frankly, I am not truly disappointed by this as it has allowed me to focus more on the relationships (that interest me) and on the characters.

I wrote Oritel PoV for the first time this year! Truly an accomplishment considering that he's just Marion's husband in my head and that's pretty much it.

I am also confident in saying that I have a much better grasp on Griffin and Valtor both as characters and as a pairing and most of the enlightenment happened over the last couple of months. I am looking forward to applying all this new knowledge into my fics next year!

That would be videos. I'm pretty sure those are also less than I made last year but that doesn't matter because I feel that I made some really good ones this year!

Other works:

Naturally, my favorites are Griffin x Valtor ones:

Griffin x Valtor - Haunting

Griffin x Valtor - "It's turned to an obsession"

Griffin x Valtor - Daylight

I do have to mention these two:

Griffin x Faragonda & Valtor - Another Love

Griffin x Faragonda - Slumber Party

They are so polar and I love the contrast of Griffin being unable to move on from Valtor in the first versus Faragonda stealing Griffin from Valtor in the second. XD

And last but not least, the video that I am proudest of because of how little material there was to work with and because this is my ship that I made from the ground up:

Griffin x Luna - Lethal Woman

#my writing #my fanfiction #my fanfic #about me #personal #my videos #2023 #2023 in words #winx club #griffin x valtor

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yell0wsalt · 4 months

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🤡 🦅🥹✨ for the emojis :)

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

This part from Chapter 3 of Cinnamon Spice Bliss

Asami tutted her tongue before pressing herself upright and making her way closer to him. “Not today. Not on my watch. I recognize the stature and attitude of a stubborn and sick Iroh anywhere. Get your little booty back in bed and I’ll take care of the rest.” He stiffened and whipped his head to face her. “Li-,”he began indignantly, mouth agape for a moment before snapping his jaw shut. “It’s not that little,” he grumbled. Asami raised a brow. “Huh, really? I guess there is no choice but to double check for myself when I see you slide back into bed.”

Also this interaction between Lin and Su in A Spark in the Dark

“Well, yes and no. I am getting ready for– ” A heavy inhale. “A date and would appreciate your help.” The rest of the sentence gritted out in tired defeat already. Lin abruptly pulled her ear from the receiver hearing Su’s shriek of excitement. She wiped her face with her hand in exasperation. “Can you not make such a big deal of it?” “Have you met me?!” “Unfortunately, yes.”

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I answered this one here but basically outlining on paper is a lot and can make these fics more daunting than they should be. I’ll flash through several scenes in my head. Then stitch them together somehow someway and hope for the best!

🥹 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

In general it’s the moments between characters that’ll show another side of them not seen in the show. For minor characters that aren’t recognized, it’s giving them more character and a personality. For the “stronger” female characters that are commended for their badassery it’s moments to explore another side of them with being more “real” with the people around them.

The shows I write fics for, while they have large “shippable” casts, don’t have romantic relationships integrated, so getting the opportunity to think about my favorite characters in that light is exciting

✨Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Huh? I —

I could say I'm learning more and doing better as I'm practicing. I started off writing as a way to practice words and putting them together. Plus I suck at art, haven’t drawn in YEARS. Maybe I’m doing better with trying different things and focusing on each piece being a story I like, not necessarily one people may or may not read.

Loved these questions! Thank ya 💛

Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks

#ask game

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Nick Mag Highlights - #1 Summer 1993

Hello! Welcome to the very first edition of Nick Mag Highlights! What better place to start than with the very beginning, Issue #1 from Summer of 1993?

(Well, not counting the two editions of Nickelodeon Magazine exclusive to Pizza Hut that came out before this first issue, although I’m sure we’ll get to those at some point.)

But before we begin, I should probably quickly explain what Nick Mag Highlights is and answer some questions first.

A Nick Mag Highlights post will mainly be composed of screenshots of pages from a specific Nickelodeon Magazine issue alongside my thoughts, whether they be commentary or little factoids. In a way these posts are a way to transcribe my thoughts on each issue as I’m reading it.

All images are not mine unless stated otherwise, scans of these issues come from the fantastic folks at archive.org. Special shout-out to The Nick Mag Project on Twitter and their awesome Google Spreadsheet outlining what issues have and have not been archived yet.

I’ll always include a link to a specific issue’s archive.org page when I cover it on a Nick Mag Highlights post. Read along if you’d like!

I don’t plan on covering Nick Magazine chronologically. Hopefully this will allow for more variety, plus I can cash in on all that budding 2000’s nostalgia way quicker!

I’m just a fan of these magazines who wants to share them with whoever is interested.

No, not every post will have such a long-winded intro. I hope you enjoy this retrospective!

And without further ado, let’s dive in to issue #1! You can find this issue on archive.org here.

Surprise surprise, the issue’s cover opens right up to a lovely smattering of Nickelodeon merchandise AVAILABLE NOW*!

Side note, I hope you like Ren & Stimpy, ‘cause they’re all over this book. Not a big surprise since it was one of the biggest cable television shows of the early ‘90’s, but seriously, not a single Rugrat in the whole first issue?

*whenever 1993 was considered “NOW!”

Y’know I never read the table of contents in these things when I was younger. I think it was because I didn’t want to spoil what was inside.

Also, newcomers should take a good note on that wiggly R symbol in the bottom right, which the appearance of such denotes any article’s inarguable truthfulness. That's an element of these books that made its way into every single issue, and it must have made stomping-out misinformation on the elementary school playground at least a little easier. My writing isn't so beginner friendly, I don’t include R’s. So you’ll just have to believe me all the time.

Anyway, speaking of stuff that made its way into every issue…

Zelda. Van. Gutters. Good lord.

I truthfully believe if there’s any iconography that will incite memories of Nick Magazine for anyone who’s in-the-know, it’s the image of a small Lakeland Terrier spouting a snarky non sequitur (that, or an image of Spongebob, I guess). She's certainly not as chatty in this as she will be in later issues, but feel free to say "Hi" if you see her.

For those unfamiliar, here’s a good example of your average Nickelodeon Magazine page: a couple of gags or a puzzle usually centered around an issue’s main theme. Since this issue doesn’t have a theme, expect a lot of flack thrown at unsuspecting teachers. Nerds need not apply.

I'm not sure lunch ladies will be able to come back from this one!

They must have been serious about this gag, usually they save pull-out cards solely for mail-order forms for Nick Mag subscriptions.

And the very first feature in Nickelodeon Magazine’s very first issue is all about… State fairs? I love a fair as much as the next guy, but surely there were better options, like interviewing someone who drives a big truck or something. Big trucks are pretty cool.

Never give a breakfast fan the aux they’ll just put on the honeycomb rap.

Alright time for things to get serious. Even as the type of kid who usually liked the mag's interviews and other features, it's hard to deny that The Comic Book was the real star player of Nick Magazine. This section made it into every issue, and pretty quickly built up a roster of regularly updating series. Not to mention comics based Nickelodeon shows featuring stories you couldn’t find on television. Their popularity even got to the point that Nickelodeon started selling versions of the magazine that were just compilations of the comics! So yeah, these were popular.

Of course with The Comic Book, there comes even more ads.

Also, if anyone reading wants to get into the Niche Youtube Video Essay market, may I recommend tackling the rise and fall of temporary tattoos? I hardly see these anymore. A shame, too, cause these ones seem pretty cool, and they even have the Bubby seal of approval.

This was a section The Comic Book had which seemed to fade out pretty quickly into the magazine’s run: The Cartoon Calendar. A shame too, cause I actually find these pretty funny.

Here’s my favorite section from the two calendars in this issue.

Alright, so no actual Ren & Stimpy comic, instead we get a small journal writeup from Stimpy about him and Ren becoming models. Interestingly I can't help but feel this section of The Comic Book could've used a couple more pictures. Hm, wonder why…

But alas, it's all just set dressing anyway for a cutout activity, DARING you to sacrifice the eventual resale value of your rare first issue magazine in exchange for limitless dress-up fun in the short term. A worthy trade? You decide...

And here’s another section of The Comic Book Nickelodeon stopped doing fairly quickly (to my knowledge, anyway): the reprinting of old comics from the 40’s and 50’s. This issue has two reprints. There’s two reasons I could think of why they did this. One would be that the staff behind the magazine read these comics when they were kids and wanted to share them with a new audience, which is a cause I can obviously sympathize with. The more cynical reason is that Nickelodeon had the rights to some old comics and they used them to fluff up their page count. Regardless, once they stopped doing this it made more room for original content. Content like…

Bill Beak! Yeah I’m figuring this guy did not last long. He definitely wasn’t around when I started reading Nick Magazine. I’m not surprised! He sucks! Deeply unpleasant.

But you know what doesn’t suck and was still around when I started reading Nick Magazine?

Scene But Not Heard (which interestingly doesn’t seem to have its name yet) was definitely an iconic part of Nickelodeon Magazine. If it wasn’t in every single issue, then it certainly must have been in most of them. These were done by cartoonist Sam Henderson, who went on to work on Season 3 of Spongebob Squarepants, and that ended up landing him an Emmy nomination. Pretty cool stuff, and these comics were always worth a smile.

Embarrassing display from Nickelodeon Magazine’s local toy store… Really glad Nick saved a page in their magazine to expose those guys.

And to promote the release of the 1993 movie Super Mario Bros., Nick got Luigi’s actor John Leguizamo to say a few words straight from the Nickelodeon “Movie Couch”.

He sure does seem thrilled to be here.

Here’s his stats in case you ever must battle him.

After that there’s some insane article about chewing gum that has nothing to do with anything. And then there’s this article about a fictional professor studying the history of troll dolls. Hey, I think this magazine might be a little wacky!

OOZE News… Y’know, come to think of it, this magazine has been pretty lacking in slime, slop, and ooze. Especially for something created by Nickelodeon in the 90’s. Even here this just seems to be giving the low-down on new episodes and happenings related to Nickelodeon shows. Hardly anything I’d call slimy!

Oh, nevermind.

I’m shocked by the amount of apparently recurring features this magazine had phased out by the time I started reading in the 2000's. Had to make more room for IPHONEs and JAVASCRIPTs, I guess, so kids never got to see a lady eating not-nice things. Thanks Web 2.0!

Lots of fond memories here! I’m pretty sure most of the rides in this list aren't around anymore, which is a shame. And even if the E.T. ride was responsible for inspiring my crippling fear of that little beef-jerky-looking alien bastard, that didn’t change how awesome the park was.

Okay first off: TV Table, obviously. Second off: QZ is a little creep and I don’t like that he was given the opportunity to give children advice. He’s 500 years old and “observes Earth and knows everything about the personal lives of its inhabitants, including its letter writers”? This guy is bad news. THIRD off: How did he already get a letter addressed to him if this is his first ever appearance, hm? All very suspicious.

Rounding off our journey is one last recurring segment: Say What?. Kids from across America were urged to muster up the funniest set-up and payoff they could make with a given photo, usually either of politicians or a stock photo of some kids. I don’t mean to spoil, but as far as I can remember, most of the answers had to do with farts. You probably could have guessed that yourself, but hey, I could be wrong!

And that’s Issue #1 of Nickelodeon Magazine! Well, most of it anyway. What a humble start to a publication so near and dear to so many people.

Anyone actually reading along may have noticed I skipped over some stuff, including a Clarissa Explains It All-themed section with a quiz on driving etiquette. I know that show was popular with a lot of people but I personally know nothing about it, and I’m not gonna bring something up if I have nothing to say on it. I did get a B on the quiz though, if you’re curious.

Thanks for joining me on this trip down memory lane. If you liked it, feel free to stick around for more!

Until next time, keep reading!

#nmh post #90s #1993 #nickelodeon #magazine #ren and stimpy

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HAPPY TAMAVERSARY! Smart Anniversary Party Set

It's November 23, so you know what that means...new Anniversary Tamagotchi to celebrate the market release date of the original Tamagotchi 26 years ago! Once again we have a Smart set, though it's a bit more lavish and readily available than last years.

To recap, last year the white Tamagotchi Smart was available via lottery on Bandai's exclusive shopping site Premium Bandai and shipped at the very end of August 2022 (close to 3 months before the general release of the coral pink, mint green, and NiziU versions). It includes the 1997 Friends TamaSma Card that lets you raise 4 classic characters (Mametchi, Kuchipatchi, Nyorotchi, Oyajitchi) in their 1996 monochrome pixel stylings along with playing the good old "Left or Right" game. Come to think of it, I wrote a post about the unboxing!

Anyway, this year's theme is Anniversary Party, plus it's available at general retail so more fans will be able to get their hands on it. Let's see how it looks next to last year's package.

IT'S BIG! The added length and depth comes entirely from the character book added as a bonus. (For those who've never opened a Smart, it's a VERY tight fit in there!)

On one side of the package you've got your special artwork...last year's mimicked the original P1 Japanese packaging, while this year's features a big old party with cake, balloons, plus all the Smart adults and the 10 included on the TamaSma Card, including Ginjirotchi who was picked by fans in a poll a few months back! This year's is much more in line with the modern Tamagotchi branding...I personally remain a fan of the classics.

Time to look inside!

Character Special Book? Check. Anniversary Party TamaSma Card? Check. Smart unit and wristband? Check. Instruction booklet and charging cable? Check and check. (Between my Vital Bracelets and my Smarts I'm swimming in these tiny cables!)

Now let's get a look at the actual unit.

Oh that is SPARKLY! A gorgeous glittery gradient makes up the "faceplate", with the new Tamagotchi logo screened in white on the clear cover. Matched with the purple of the unit it's a true visual treat.

Taking a look at the unit without the wristband, it's an opaque cool purple shell. I'd call it closer to periwinkle than lilac if we're going by Crayola crayon colors. The printed buttons around the Home button aren't a perfect color match, having a bit more red to them. It bothers me a bit but honestly I'm so busy staring at the sparkles I doubt I'll care much once this review is gone.

The wristband itself has a jelly-like opacity to it and feels a little firmer than the standard strap. The clasp is a slightly darker purple that matches the unit's Home button, and features no printing.

As for the Special Character Book...?

It's a bit smaller than the books that have been released so far. I thought it would be similar to the character introduction section of January's "Special Book", but it's actually BETTER!

While the Special Book used the blue-outline "modern" art for classic characters up until the Connection series, this book uses the original artwork from "back in the day". Pixels and personality galore! Plus they have full rosters for Angel, Garden, Ocean, Devil, and Yasashii, which were only covered briefly in the special book.

PLUS it's got character descriptions for EVERYONE, even the funky dudes who were exclusive to Data CardDass cards and random town residents who I'm not sure have ever been featured like this before!

All non-collab (NiziU, Sanrio, Molcar, One Piece, Pixar) SmaCard characters are included up to September's Magical Change as well. (The Anniversary Party characters are introduced pretty early on, plus they were all in past versions anyway.)

The inner covers also feature past series art including the original package, 20th anniversary art, and more!

I wasn't expecting so much love and care to go into a such a small volume, but I've gotten a real sense that whoever is in charge of Tamagotchi cares greatly about the history of the brand. Professor Banzo and Mika-Chu even give a send-off on the back cover, thanking us for 25 years and hoping we'll continue to stick with them going forward.

Overall, a great set sure to please even the most nitpicky of fans. Here's to another 25 years!

#tamagotchi #tamagotchi smart #anniversary tamagotchi

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"sharper and more brilliant" for the WIP meme please!

Thanks for asking! sharper and more brilliant is a Marvel AU for the (first half of the) book Seveneves by Neal Stephenson - a hopepunk novel set at the end of the world that mainly focusses on a group of people on the International Space Station. By hopepunk, I mean very bad things happen and people work together with some optimism that it's worth fighting for things to be better, despite the fact that a happy ending is not guaranteed. (I started writing this fic in 2020. Is this an emotional support WIP? Absolutely.)

The original plan was a Clint/Nat/Bucky fic set in space. It is currently a sprawling multi-POV team fic with various background relationships including Clint/Laura/Nat that might become Clint/Nat/Bucky at some point. Eventually.

This one is a WIP for two reasons:

It's a research time suck. One of the reasons I love the novel is that it goes into a lot of detail about life in space and projects that into a potential future based on what is currently possible. For the fic to make sense, I need to include some of that content, but I don't want to just copy it, because no, plus the book was published in 2015 so there's been some new science and developments since then. And I love space and the ISS, and worldbuilding, so: RESEARCH. Except, I am a slow non-fiction reader and there is A LOT. But I'm learning things (like that the ISS has an espresso machine) and having fun!

It intimidates me. There are already over 20,000 words and I'm nowhere near the halfway point in my outline. If I ever actually manage to finish this thing it will be the longest fic I've ever written (by miles). The cast is huge and it's mixed POV - currently Shuri, Natasha, Clint, and Jane. And there is so. much. detail. I have to forget about the ARGH when I open the pile of notes and scroll down pages, but once I start working on it again I get sucked back in.

Snippet - near the start of the fic the crew of the ISS are called to a meeting, and Clint is introduced:

“Could’ve been a primordial singularity.” Shuri had to look ‘uphill’ in the curved room to find the speaker. “A small black hole,” Clint clarified at the blank expressions on most people’s faces. “One that zipped through space invisibly and punched its way through the moon and out the other side.” Clint Barton was an inch shy of the maximum height for a NASA astronaut with impressive arm muscles he'd mostly managed to maintain even in space, by making regular use of the ARED (Advanced Resistive Exercise Device) machine. An American astronomer, or as he liked to say ‘an observer of the universe’, Clint was the co-creator of the ‘Look Up’ series of children’s picture books with his wife. He had an approachable way of talking with people and was often partnered with Shuri for interviews and social media events. Shuri appealed to the younger crowd, but she had a habit of getting technical when excited while Clint had a way of making everything sound simple without making people feel stupid, although that could give a deceptive impression of his own IQ. He’d folded his long frame into a seat next to Natasha, leaving the seat on Natasha’s other side free for Shuri to slide into. "Where are you getting this after only four hours?" she complained. Clint winked. "By following the comment thread traffic and joining the ad hoc email lists emerging from that, my young Padawan." “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to read the comments?”

WIP Ask Game

#WIP meme #asks #cloud--atlas #writing

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jenomark · 3 years

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Hello!! can i ask for a nct dream (00 line + mark) reaction to find you humping a pillow

Mark: He almost didn't walk into the room. Mark was only meant to pass by the door, but he was stuck in the doorway, unable to move on. On the bed, you were on your belly with a pillow beneath your pelvis, and you were grinding your body against it. Mark watched you move, watched your ass wiggle in the air, and he made the choice to be brave and step into the room. "Do you need a hand?" he asked, stepping back when he startled you. You stopped what you were doing and turned around. Mark moved forward again and sat at the edge of the bed. His eyes were on your ass and the outline of your pussy lips, your little cotton underwear standing between you and him. You looked into his eyes and said, "I would never turn down some help." Mark laughed, moved your panties to the side, and pushed his fingers inside of you.

Renjun: He heard your moans first. He thought something was wrong, so he came to you right away. What Renjun saw should have made him avert his eyes, but a part of him loved catching you in the act. Feeling his presence and out of breath, you rolled over onto your back, the pillow still clutched in your fist." Renjun," you said. "It's not what it looks like." You didn't want to admit that you were having fun without him, though it was painfully obvious. "I think it's exactly what it looks like." Renjun said, entering the room. Without speaking another word, he stripped himself down to his underwear and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed a pillow and rubbed it against his stirring cock. "Show me how it's done." he said, gesturing to the pillow. You and Renjun humped the pillows next to each other, happy that you could experience it together.

Jeno: You were trying to be discreet, to rub yourself against the couch pillow when Jeno wasn't looking. The sex scenes in the movie were making you horny. Plus, feeling the heat from Jeno's body next to you was making you dizzy. Jeno pushed the glasses up on his face and turned his head in your direction, looking you up and down. "What are you doing?" he asked. You pushed the pillow out from between your legs and feigned innocence. Jeno, in one move, picked you up from your seat beside him and placed you on his lap so that you were straddling his knee instead. "If you wanted to hump something," Jeno said. "You should have just asked me." He lifted his arms behind his head and waited patiently. Feeling like you were putty in his hands, you rocked yourself against his hard thighs, grabbing onto his t-shirt to keep steady.

Haechan: It was the desperation in your voice that made him feel so bold. You didn't notice him there, at first. Haechan was quiet as he came into the room, his eyes roving all over your body. You were quietly fucking the pillow, imagining it were him between your legs. He knew it, too. It didn't take you moaning for him to figure out that you lusted for him. Haechan clapped slowly, feeling excited when you jumped from your position on the bed. He watched the sheet fall to the floor, watched your legs fly out from underneath you. "Beautiful." he said. "Don't stop because I'm here." You watched him undo his jeans and whip out his cock. Feeling like you could put on a better show, you bunched up the pillow underneath your body and rode it, tilting your head back to look up at the ceiling.

Jaemin: Jaemin flicked on the overhead lights, catching you naked and sprawled across the bed. You were getting ready to hump a pillow, to enjoy some pleasure all on your own. Jaemin crossed his arms and said, "Are you enjoying yourself?." He stalked across the room and sat in the corner chair, gesturing for you to keep going. You rolled over and brought the pillow underneath your belly. You just wanted to feel the edge of it on your clit, just a little to get you off. Any more stimulation and you would probably beg him for his cock. "All of it." Jaemin said. "Right in the middle. I want to see you fuck it." You looked at Jaemin and pushed the pillow further underneath you. You fucked the pillow nice and slow, the sensation and heat making your thighs ache for Jaemin to be in between them.

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title: Haijima Halloween || Yuichiro Kurono x fem!Reader a/n: there's an ask floating around somewhere about Haijima being "friendlier" with the kids after the Haijima arc and 'm sorry but this crack fic is what I certifiably am calling my "Halloween" fic for the year. word count: 2k tags: fem!Reader, office stupidity, fluff, mildly crack fic ish ngl, one (1) kiss, semi edited character(s): Yuichiro Kurono (fire force) ft. Nataku Son + Director Oguru synopsis: Haijima staff said trick or treat. Kurono is not immune to capitalist propaganda or cute family costumes

Floral foam made an incredible stinger to bring the entirety of the bee costume together.

Wrapped in some black felt so the safety pin had a place to go securely even on the most reluctant of bees. Honestly you marveled at your quick work as the piece of mediocre costume designed sat on the desk before you. Matching the set of antennas that Direct Oguru already had. You laughed at the idea it might seem like your calling was in crafts service industry. But Haijima probably owned the local craft store too. Still leading you to work under Haijima.

So staying to work in the Power Development labs probably made more sense.

Your career decisions were put on hold when your coworkers and their plus one came back into the room.

"I'm not wearing that." Kurono point blank didn't even question it. That black whatever on the desk was not part of his job description.

"It's a stinger," You grumble as you get up. Careful not to ruin your own costume as you snag your hard work off the table, "You'd look like a ridiculous bee without a stinger."

Oguru covered his mouth but it didn't silence the point blant derogatory snicker, "You already look ridiculous."

Kurono kept shaking his head without a flinch in his deadpan expression, "This is not in my job description."

Reaching over and tapping the vibrant hand made petals of the sixth pillar loitering around the three of you at waist level, Oguru shook his head with a casual slimy smile, "Your job is to protect little Nataku here."

Eyes narrowing on Oguru for a second, Kurono looked down at Nataku in his credibly cute but albeit weak sunflower costume, "I expect a bonus from this."

"Haijima said it was our job to make the kids feel like normal kids and treat them better," You puff out the sides of thin foam that make the outline of your own watering can costume a little more believable to onlookers, "Nataku is part of the kids here so..."

"I like her," Oguru pointed over at you with his thumb jutting in your direction, "I knew there was a reason I let you two keep working together. She knows her stuff."

"I can do my job just fine without a costume if it doesn't include even an extra vacation day," Kurono glared at the stinger in his hand but seemed to whole heartedly accept or forget about the head band on his head. The antennas of the costume wiggling a top his head with each movement he made, "Nothing in my contract says I have to wear a costume and-"

"Ah- Not exactly true," Oguru shook his head and patted Nataku on the mess of blonde and orange curls he had, "Your contract is about complying to company rules. And, well, this is one of them now. So no extra vacation time."

"C'mon Kurono!" Nataku beamed a smile as disgustingly bright as his mock sunflower putfit. Only making it fit him so much better, "You're scary enough on your own. Just go as yourself."

Both you and Oguru immediately choked on your spit at Nataku's positive twist on the entire situation. Both of you turning away to laugh at the pensive man not entirely in his face. Nataku didn't seem to think is compromise was too bad when he glanced at the two of you confused why you'd be laughing.

Yellow eyes narrowing. It would have been worthy of a cold chill running up your spines if he wasn't standing in his normal suit. Adorn with the antenna's Oguru insisted he wear to match the group costume idea. He really did look ridiculous for someone dubbed Uncle Reaper.

"And why aren't you dressed up then?" Kurono directed his peeved glare at Oguru who was the odd man out of your trio at least.

Shrugging, Oguru in his normal black suit, shared a slimy smile, "I don't work for the Power Development branch. Plus, I'm also kind of your boss techincally."

"Kurono lets go!!" Nataku interrupted before the tall man could retort, "They said we can start at three!"

"Yes Mr. Bee," Oguru didn't hide his crooked grin at all as the three of you made your way out of his temporary office, "Go take your flower and your watering can trick or treating like a good worker bee."

Kurono couldn't roll his eyes at his boss that would definitely get him in trouble. But god did he want to as you pushed him out of the door and Nataku yanked on his sleeve to make him go faster.

"I need to find a different job."

Just like the email announced at the beginning of the month. The full shebang of trick or treating for the kids in the testing facility was exactly what Haijima pulled off.

Every office decorated. Bowls of candy behind every door and testing room. Staff dressed head to toe in cheaply made costumes that ranged from zombies and ghouls to fairies and rockstars. With kids just as spruced up as they bounded down the halls with white pillow cases screaming trick or treat at the same faces they saw day in and day out. This time though getting candy for it.

"Wow I don't think I've seen Nataku this happy before," You noted as you and Kurono stood back along the hall. Out of the way of the frenzy of little ones swarming everywhere.

Beaming with a smile as he mingled around the other kids. Third and second gens like himself. Complimenting and showing off their costumes. Utterly forgetting about their pyrokentic abilities for the time being. Nataku seemed genuinely happy even in the confines of the Power Development building. You couldn't help but smile at him.

Met of course with only silence beside you. It made you look over to see Kurono still clutching the stinger with a mild scowl on his face. Antennas still on his head and your smile didn't fade, "You make a cute bee you know."

Kurono's eyes slid over to you. Taken from Nataku for a second to see you smiling at him in that oversized foam suit you'd been wearing since eleven this morning when he helped you get it on. Kurono stared with an unblinking expression, "...You're certainly a watering can."

Grabbing your costumes sides you billowed it out a little laughing, "I spent most my time working on Nataku's costume. This was a little thrown together not gonna lie."

"Is that why I got the Director's weird headband? And, whatever this is?" Kurono looked at the felt covered foam stinger in his hand.

"Hey I tried ok. It was short notice." You offer to take the black stinger from him but Kurono doesn't give it up from his grasp, "Haijima doesn't exactly put its testing facilities in the middle of the empire for quick craft store runs y'know. Besides," You look from him to the costume prop in his hand and maybe admit it's less than pristine quality compared to Nataku's costume, "I didn't think you'd want to do this anyways."

"It's my job," Kurono exhaled slowly as Nataku ran down the hall with a gaggle of kids. He kind of wanted to trip them. But kind of wanted to leave just as much. So standing next you was a good compromise amidst both options. He looked over at Nataku in the doorway covered in fake spider webs asking for candy like the rest of them, "...just thought you'd put more work into it maybe. Since costumes were your job."

That caught you off guard. Had he expected an elaborate costume like you and Nataku? Kurono could scare a few kids on any day of the year. Halloween wasn't necessary for that. So hearing that he thought his costume would be a little more than bare minimum surprised you.

"I can...still put the stinger on? Complete the look." You cock a half smile, "Honestly I thought you wouldn't do any of this and that's why Oguru asked me to come down here for Nataku."

"Protecting the sixth pillar is part of my job now." Kurono retorted flatly.

"Yeah but...I mean," You broached the subject softer than most, "You're Uncle Reaper...Just, kinda thought you'd hate all of this."

Kurono looked at all the kids laughing and getting rowdier by the second. If only they put this much work into testing and training. But that would make his job too hard. He didn't want to fight people who put their all into it. Weak was so much better so his job was easy. Easy would have just been putting on the stinger and going along with all of this.

"If I hated it, then I'd find a new job." Kurono said quietly between the two of you. Kids running up and down the hall to another full bowl of candy. His eyes watched them like helpless mice going back and forth but Kurono remained stone still, "Probably worse pay but...I'd be doing something I hate there too."

"So you might as well stay here." You said.

"I do get to bully the weak." Kurono nodded like that was the only reason he stayed anymore. A blatant lie that even Nataku and Oguru had picked up on. Still though, this was Kurono.

"You do get to bully the weak," You echoed with a slight nod.

Kurono looked down at the stinger in his hand. It might have been a stupid costume. But you didn't do a bad job making it. He turned to you and silently offered the prop to you. Not surprised when you gave him a quizzical look once you took it. But he turned around partially and held still.

Immediately you got the idea of what he wanted. Filled to the brim with a giddy smile you still kept it professional. And for his sake not making too much of a scene. Just quietly securing the safety pin on his middle belt loop and grinning at your crafty work.

With as little as it was. The stinger added just a little something to Kurono's 'look' that sold the idea he was a bee. Utterly conveying nothing but the unamused look he was forever doomed to have. Kurono took a shallow breath and returned to staring forward at the group Nataku found himself in over towards the testing rooms.

"...it is my job after all." Kurono quietly said.

Smile tugging at the corner of your lip. You lean over and leave a faint peck of a kiss on the man's pale cheek without a soul catching on, "I think you make a nice bee."

Kurono looked over at you and it was all but a struggle to take him seriously with the way the antennas bobbed on his head. Leaving you looking at Oguru's prop and not expecting to have him lean inot you and spare a brief kiss on your lips of all places. Making your heart jump into your throat for a fleeting second. Until it was a reminder that you two were surrounded by sugar fueled children.

"Eww Uncle Reaper kissed the nice testing lady!!"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G-"

"Ms. L/n is gonna get cooties!!"

For the onslaught of literal childish comments. Made by kids cackling with their bags of candy. You expected Kurono to snap at them or straight up leave.

But as you felt your cheeks warm up to the attention of your little exchange. You tried laughing it off and telling the kids to settle down. When you glanced over at Kurono. Who wasn't looking at you. But instead was looking over at Nataku of all people.

Goofy smile on the little sunflowers face. Giving Kurono a thumbs up and a grin. You couldn't believe the discrete thumbs up Kurono was giving him back.

The bee and the flower. Pulling a quick one over on the watering can. You glared at Nataku who quickly hid the thumbs up he gave Kurono. And when you flicked your attention over to the suited man next to you. He acted like nothing had happened.

"Bees drink from watering cans sometimes." Kurono spoke frankly even as you got everyone refocused on the trick or treating in the Haijima facility, "It's just my job to be a bee on Halloween."

#happy halloween everyone <3 #no one asked for it but this is my halloween fic heuheuheu #<333 #fire force #fire force x reader #enn enn no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai x reader #en en no shōbōtai #en en no shobotai #kurono #kurono yuichiro #kurono x reader #kurono yuichiro x reader

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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locked lips

pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI [please im literally begging you], swearing, legal consumption of alcohol, slight praise, fingering, use of the name ‘baby’, deku being a little bit of a cocky jerk, unprotected intercourse, make-up sex

genre: ex’s to lovers, smut, aged up characters, fluff/angst (?)

word count: ~2.2k words

synopsis: You broke up with him on impulse. That doesn’t mean you stopped loving him. Now you’re back at his place, at a party you planned, with him looking just so desirable. What else were you to do?

a/n: hi hi! alright friends, this being my first nsfw post i cannot stress enough how important it is that minors don’t interact. if i catch any minors interacting with this post, ill delete this post and block them, which i obviously don’t want to have to do. just please respect these rules :)) anyway, reblogs are greatly appreciated and enjoy xx

You scrolled through your phone, mindlessly. You tried your best not to double tap on any of the pictures on your screen. The last thing you needed was for him to know you were stalking his page.

“You should start getting ready,” said Uraraka. You looked over at her, cocking a brow.

“Uh I'm not going?” you huffed. Uraraka sat down beside you.

“Don’t be like that Y/N. You still have to go tonight, regardless of Deku.”

“The party is at Deku’s house. I’d look like a total idiot showing my face there after we broke up.”

You sat up and crossed your arms. Ochaco sighed. She grabbed your shoulders.

“Y/N, you are gonna go to the party and make Deku regret his entire life. Anyway, I’m bringing you as my plus one, so you have to come!”

You sighed. “Fine, but I’m staying with you the whole night.”

Ochaco smiled and gave you a quick hug. She got up and began scanning through her closet again.

You had been staying with Uraraka since you and Izuku had broken up. It was a blow out fight. You yelled at him for caring about work more than you. He shouted at you for not being understanding of his career. The words you meant mixed with the words you didn’t, and chaos erupted between you and him. So, you packed a bag and left. You didn’t want to, but you were done.

While you and Deku were still together, you helped him plan an event for him and his fellow Pro Heroes, as an opportunity for them all to get together. Now, you would be attending that same event. Only, not with him.

“Who would’ve thought there’d be a day where I’d have too many clothes to choose from,” laughed Ochaco. You smiled.

“You should wear that pink dress Iida bought you for your birthday. I don’t think you’ve worn it out yet.”

“You think? It’s not too much…”

“Of course not! You’ll look hot,” you teased. Ochaco smiled.

“Alright alright I’ll wear it. But then you have to wear this!” She pulled out a bag from her closet and handed it to you.

“Please don’t tell me you bought me something…”

“I had to! All your clothes are still at his place...and I wanted to make sure you felt good tonight.”

You gave Ochaco a nudge and pulled out the tissue paper. You felt the soft material in between your fingertips, pulling it out from the bag.

“Uraraka...”

“No need to thank me. You’ve been through hell and back these last few weeks, the least I could do is get you a pretty dress.”

You jumped towards your friend, engulfing her in a hug.

“Thank you.”

“Hey now, let’s get ready! The limousine will be here in just a few hours!”

You sat in the back of the limo with Ochaco as you were on your way to Deku’s party. You looked like a million bucks. A little part of you hoped someone would take notice.

The estate where Izuku lived was gated off. Once you were let inside, you could see the beaming lights from the top of the hill. You felt your stomach clench, nerves building inside of you. You wanted to see him, but you also didn’t want to see him doing better without you. You haven’t even been apart that long. A month maybe? Certainly not long enough for him to be over you, because you certainly weren’t over him.

“Oh wow, Deku went all out!” cheered Ochaco. You looked to see the endless decorations and glamor that surrounded you.

“Yeah, these were my ideas,” you mumbled. Ochaco placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t stress about it. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

You exited the vehicle and began to make your way inside. Champagne fountains and blasting music greeting you. His house was just as extraordinary as you remembered it. Nothing less than perfect for the No. 1 Hero.

“Uravity! Y/N!”

You turned to see your friend Iida, plus others from your old days at UA.

“You two are looking stunning tonight!” smiled Kirishima.

“Why thank you, it’s all thanks to this one,” you chuckled, giving Ochaco a nudge.

“I honestly didn’t expect to see you here tonight Y/N,” said Shoto. You shrugged.

“Well, I was invited after all. So Mr. Number One Hero can deal with it,” you huffed.

“Sounds like you could use a drink.”

Kaminari handed you a glass of champagne, which you took happily. You clinked glasses with your friends before dousing the beverage down.

“It’s gonna be a long night,” you mumbled to yourself.

You found yourself on the living room couch of Izuku’s large complex. You watched as Pro Heroes danced mindlessly with far too many drinks in their systems. You chuckled. At least they’re having fun.

You hadn’t seen Izuku all night, which was strange considering this was his party. You looked over to the glass staircase, knowing more than well that his bedroom was upstairs. You knew the layout like the back of your hand, after all, you lived here for a year.

You knew all your stuff had to be upstairs. You only had time to pack a small bag the day you left. Surely he wasn’t awful enough to throw your things away. You got up from the couch and quietly made your way up the stairs, hoping no one saw you sneak away from the action of the party.

His bedroom was at the end of the hallway. The doors were closed. You placed your shaky hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. It was unlocked.

You stepped inside. The smell of his cologne filled your senses, causing memories to flood in as well. His room was neat, as if no one had been sleeping in it. You turned to the closet. All your clothing should be on the right side.

“Sneaking around?”

You jumped, removing your hand from the closet handle. You turned around slowly.

“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t burn my shit,” you huffed. Izuku chuckled. He took a few steps towards you, opening the closet.

“Don’t paint me as a villain Y/N. All your things are safe and sound.”

Your side of the closet was just as you left it. Exactly how you left it. You looked back to Izuku.

“Perfect. Then I’ll be taking it with me when I leave-”

“I’m surprised you came at all. I figured you’d want to be as far away from here as possible.”

“I didn’t come for you, I came for Ochaco.”

“Oh right.”

Deku took a step back, placing his hands in his pockets. That devilish smile stared you down, causing your face to burn. You could see the outline of his muscles through his white button down.

“You look incredible by the way. New dress?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes.

“Well since all my clothes were here, yes.”

“Well serves you right for leaving out of nowhere.”

Your eyes widened and you clenched your fists.

“I didn’t leave out of nowhere, I left because you cared more about your job than me!”

“That’s not true-”

“To hell it is! I was tired of being second to everything so I left!”

Izuku took a deep breath and stepped closer to you. He placed his hand under your chin, having you look at him.

“I didn’t want to break up.”

Your breathing got heavier without you even realizing it. You also didn’t realize that Midoriya had you pressed against the closet door.

“I-I didn’t want to either…” you whispered. Izuku smiled.

“Then tell me baby, why did we?”

“B-Because I didn’t know what else to do…”

Izuku brushed his thumb against your cheek, then took a step back.

“Look, I’m sorry. The last thing I wanted was to make you feel under-appreciated...but-”

Izuku moved closer to you again, pinning your arms to your sides and pressing his torso against you all in a swift motion.

“-I can think of a better way to prove it to you.”

You tried to catch your breath. All you wanted was him at this exact moment. Was that a good thing? Of course not. Did you care? Of course not.

“Then prove it to me.”

Izuku wasted little time in moving you onto his California-king. He pinned you down onto the mattress and instantly kissed you. You felt the rush of butterflies swarm your stomach. You hated how much you had missed this.

Deku let go of your wrists and you began to unbutton his shirt. With little patience, he helped you from out of your dress. He dived back down, locking lips with you once more. You dragged your nails down his back, listening as soft groans escaped his lips. He moved down to kiss and suck on your neck.

“Fuck~” was all you were able to get out. Izuku’s hands grazed your burning body, feeling the skin that he had been craving since the day you left. He snaked his hand to your back, unbuckling your bra easily.

“I’ve still got it…” he teased. He threw the bra to the floor and gave you little time to breathe before kissing you again. You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Izuku...please…”

His puppy dog eyes stared back at you.

“What is it?”

You panted heavily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I need you.”

A smirk creeped onto his face. Izuku kissed your cheek.

“I promised I was gonna prove it to you, wasn’t I?”

Izuku sat up, unbuckling his belt. He slid off his pants and boxers. You caught a glimpse of him, causing your body to feel on fire. Midoriya placed his head in between your legs. He teasingly kissed your inner thighs, keeping his hands glued onto them. The anticipation was practically killing you.

“Izuku-”

“Patience baby...I’m in no rush…”

He moved up to your underwear, biting onto one of the strings and pulling it down. They were practically soaked already. Same with your bra, he tossed them to the floor.

He continued to kiss and nip at your thighs, inching impossibly closer to you. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed Izuku up and kissed him feverishly.

“So eager baby~”

“Please just fuck me,” you whispered. Izuku chuckled. He licked his lips.

“As you wish.”

Izuku spread your legs apart, dipping one of his fingers inside of you with ease. You arched your back, letting out a moan, and gripping onto his arm tightly.

“That’s it baby~”

Midoriya slipped another finger in, stretching you out even more. You clenched around him as he added more pressure.

He removed his fingers and better adjusted himself above you. He held his cock in his hand before slowly pushing it inside of you.

You didn’t remember him ever feeling this good.

Izuku began to thrust into you, slow at first before building in speed. You could feel yourself clenching around him, sweat forming on your skin. Midoriya groaned with each movement as he pushed even deeper. He kissed you as he fucked you, though you were such a mess you could barely keep up.

He knew exactly how to get you worked up.

“Oh god...I’m c-close,” you mumbled.

“Not yet…”

Midoriya moved his hand down, taking his thumb and rubbing your needy clit. You gripped onto him even harder, digging your nails into his skin as he pushed you over the edge.

“Oh fuck-fuck-”

“Fuck baby, I-I love you-I’m sorry-” he stuttered out.

“I-I love you t-too. Fuck Izuku- I’m gonna cum-”

“Cum with me baby-”

Izuku went even harder as he reached his climax, following you. You let out a pleasure filled scream as you let go. Izuku laid on top of you, catching his breath as your body shook below him.

He looked up at you, brushing his hair back.

“I love you,” he repeated, in case you didn’t believe him the first time. You smiled.

“I love you too.”

You had forgotten all about the party that was occurring below you. As you got redressed to head back down to meet Ochaco, you felt Izuku grab your hand.

“What is it?” you asked him. Midoriya took your other hand as he stood before you.

“I really am sorry. I don’t want you to leave again,” he explained. You sighed. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay, I won’t.”

You walked downstairs with Izuku, his hand interlocked with yours. You watched as Ochaco’s jaw dropped at the sight of you.

“Oh so that’s where you were for the last hour and a half?” she huffed. You chuckled nervously.

“Yeah sorry…”

“Well the limo is here to take us back home, or are you staying here?” she asked. You looked up at Midoriya.

“I’m staying.”

Soon the Midoriya residence was quiet, just you and him remained. You curled up with him on the couch, his arms holding you tightly as he kissed your head.

“You wanna know why I didn’t get rid of any of your things?” he said. You laughed.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I knew you’d be back.”

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