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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Reader and Steve end up exposed to something on a mission that cause them to body swap. It would be hot as hell if one of them was seeing Bucky too and he decides to have fun with their misfortune.

(okay so this is kind of a crack fic so im sorry in advance asgjakhsagdj this is the WEIRDEST SMUT I’VE EVER WRITTEN... very nsfw and a slight touch of dubcon beneath the cut.)

you’d only been in Steve’s body for a few hours when you began to understand how deprived this man was.

you hadn’t gotten his memories. you didn’t really understand how this had happened at all but you knew that for sure, because you distinctly recalled being you yesterday and now you were him. and he was fucking horny.

maybe it was you, a little bit, but this was definitely his body acting of its own accord more than it was your mind inside of it. it felt different in a guy’s body, for one. it felt so different to have need like this, so much more all-encompassing than the subtle tingling in your gut that you normally felt when you were turned on. damn, is this what it was always like for men? you weren’t sure how they ever managed to get any work done. maybe they don’t.

my cock is hard, you thought to yourself, trying to wrap your head around the concept. you tried not to look down at it as you leaned back in your chair-- his chair, actually-- but you could feel it, not just the arousal coursing through it but the head curving back and digging into your hip.

I can’t touch it, you decided, it would be invasive. he’s not here to consent to me touching his body. and you firmly believed that logic, and yet you felt your hand-- his hand-- reaching into the waistband of his uniform and pulling it out. you whimpered just to feel warmth on it, though the sound was foreign to your ears as you realized you had his voice.

you had never been good at handjobs, but it was like instinct was guiding you as you stroked the cock you found in your palm. his hands were sort of rough, something you normally liked but was not well-received in this body. but it was enough-- it was just enough to satisfy this desperation that burned in your chest. you could tell it had been so long since this cock had gotten attention from anything but this hand, you could feel how much he needed more but you, as his friend, understood why he didn’t get it. he always told you he was too busy for dating. frankly, if you got to this point, you wouldn’t really be worried about “dating” so much as “hooking up” but he was, understandably, not the type.

your head fell back as you bucked up into your hand, biting down on your lip-- and you’d always dreamed of tasting his lips, just not like this. “fuck,” you hissed, the sound of his voice mundane to his body but driving your mind wild inside his stupidly beautiful head. there was an urge to moan your own name, just to know how it would sound if he said it like this, but the idea was too weird for you go through with it.

then again, you were stuck in Steve’s body and jerking off so, ‘too weird’ was kind of a moot point.

you were jolted out of your rhythm when there was a knock at your-- his-- door.

“wh-who is it?” you stammered.

“it’s me!” you heard from the other side of the door. “or, well, it’s you!”

“shit,” you mumbled as you rushed to redress, running to the door-- you were so much faster in this body, unsurprisingly. you weren’t really psychologically prepared to open the door and see yourself there. you weren’t ready to be pierced by your own gaze, your own arms crossed in confusion.

“do you always get wet when you look at me?” Steve asked you suddenly. “or is this just me... knowing it’s you?”

you swallowed, feeling an Adam’s apple bob in your neck-- what an odd sensation.

“does my voice always sound like that?” you asked when you heard his words from your mouth.

“we need to fix this before Bucky finds me again,” he demanded, “I barely managed to toss him off me.”

“... so I guess you found out about us too?” you winced, your secret fuckbuddies relationship now out in the open.

“more than I ever wanted to know,” he frowned. his expression shifted as he looked up at you again. “what were you doing?”

“what?” you asked, and you heard your own breathlessness. “I wasn’t doing anything. you always breathe like this. don’t you have asthma?”

“I used to have asthma,” he corrected.

“yes, and now you have a vagina-- my vagina!-- so maybe we should focus on that and not you giving me this random third degree here?”

“whatever,” he scoffed, brushing past you to step into the room as you shut the door.

“you didn’t... look, did you?” you asked nervously.

“uh, no,” he answered quickly, “did you?”

“I made a specific point not to,” you announced proudly.

“oh...” he mumbled, “good...”

“sooooo...” you changed the subject awkwardly, “any plans on how to fix this?”

“I was thinking we’ll start by trying everything we can think of, and work from there,” he offered.

“good plan,” you decided. “maybe.... maybe, uh... we have to... go... somewhere? or do something?”

“go somewhere and do something?” steve repeated incredulously. “you’re a real genius.”

“don’t make that face at me, you’re gonna give me frown lines,” you sneered. “I can’t help it, okay? I can’t think! I’m distracted!”

“by what?”

“by... by stuff!” you defended, scratching the back of your neck-- it was your nervous habit, rendered entirely different by his short hair.

steve sighed, your chest rising and falling with his breath. “it’s hard, isn’t it?”

“well, yeah, switching bodies is hard--”

“no. it’s hard... isn’t it?”

your eyes went a little wide. “ohhh. uh, yeah, it is.”

“god, I’m sorry,” he groaned, hiding your face in your hands, “it does that a lot.”

“how do you do anything?” you squawked. “it’s like all I can think about is... is how bad I just need to be in something, something... warm!”

“welcome to my world,” he shrugged.

“you have to let me...” you began, but stopped yourself. “no, no, we-- no.”

“what is it?” he asked.

“you have to let me fuck you. me. you have to let... you fuck me...?”

“won’t that be, you know... scarring?”

you nodded. “but I’m not sure we have a choice, please just-- just let me-- I know I want it. I mean, I know my body wants it. didn’t you say I’m wet? I’m probably drenched by now, huh?”

he stammered a bit before answering. “um... I think so...”

“it feels warm, right? warm and sensitive and like you need to be filled with something?”

“...kinda...” he replied hesitantly.

“please,” you groaned, “don’t tell me I’m the only one that’s ever thought about it.”

“no,” he answered, quicker than ever, “no, you aren’t. you’re... you’re sure it’s okay?”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you finally admitted, “not like this, but I’ll take what I can get--”

“fuck it,” he mumbled before pulling you into a heated kiss, and with your eyes closed you couldn’t really tell the difference of who was who anymore, you just knew that it was him touching you and you didn’t really care that his hands were smaller and that his lips were softer.

you undressed each other at lightning speed, and there was a hand on your cock-- clearly he was pulling from his own experience with his own cock, because wow, he knew exactly how to touch it to make you gasp and whimper.

“you can look,” he offered to you when he pulled back from the kiss, “I know I did.”

“did you like what you saw?” you asked hesitantly.

“better than I ever imagined,” he grinned. “I even put a finger inside you. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure I’m gonna fit.”

“neither am I,” you sighed as you looked down at the thick member your own slender hand was wrapped around. “fuck, steve... it’ll probably hurt you.”

“let’s just hope we can fix this tonight and you get to be sore tomorrow, not me,” he chuckled a little.

“k-keep stroking it, please,” you sighed, “I’m already-- I think I’m close. I can’t really tell...”

“you should be able to feel it here,” he explained as he slipped his touch lower to cup your balls--

“oh,” you breathed, “this is... new...”

“oh please, it’s nothing compared to a clit,” he laughed, “that thing is sensitive.”

you realized that steve was taking much better advantage of this than you were-- while you had his body at your disposal, you needed to test out the superhuman strength. it took you almost nothing to lift your own weight onto the desk, grinning as you saw him gasp at the show of strength.

“been a while since somebody lifted you?” you asked him with a smirk. he didn’t reply, just spread his-- your-- legs and let you grind against him, just the warmth of a body enough for now even if you weren’t inside of it. you kissed him again as you pulled him closer, thrusting to let that poor, sensitive cock slide over the delicate skin beneath you.

“well, well, well,” a voice echoed from the doorway. you sat up and spun around to find Bucky, leaning around the wall with crossed arms and a satisfied smirk. “it was just a matter of time before you two got together-- we all knew it. no wonder you ran off so fast, babygirl... you had another engagement to attend to.”

“Buck, hold on--” Steve began.

“Bucky, this is not what it looks like,” you interrupted.

“then what is it?” Bucky asked with faux innocence.

you and Steve looked at each other, neither of you sure exactly how to answer that. “it’s complicated,” you answered in unison.

“don’t worry about me, I’m not jealous,” he explained. “we never said we were exclusive, no hard feelings,” he addressed Steve-- but he was talking to you. well, he was trying to talk to you, but he didn’t know he was looking at Steve. well, he was looking at you, but just your body-- oh fuck it, even you couldn’t make sense of it. “but Steve?” he chuckled. “he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. he can’t make you feel as good as I can, I know it.”

he was like a blur as he pounced on you-- your body, at least, but it was Steve that was arching his back and moaning as Bucky licked and sucked at your neck, slipped his metal hand into your shorts and apparently found your most sensitive spots instantly. Steve was already bucking up into his touch, your own moans echoing over the walls even if you weren’t the one making them.

“B-Buck, wait,” Steve protested, but he was too weak now to push him off, and too far gone into the pleasure to want to.

“feels good, hm?” Bucky purred, throwing a stray glance at you. “are you jealous?” he asked you tauntingly.

“yes,” you admitted.

“jealous cause you know how good it feels when I make you come like this?” he pressed, and you froze.

“do... do I?” you asked Steve anxiously.

“don’t look at him, look at me,” Bucky corrected firmly. him? you wondered, but before you could ask, he answered your question, turning to address Steve pinned under him. “I know it’s you, Steve.”

“what?!” you both gaped.

“she would never call me ‘pal’ like you did earlier,” Buck explained, “and she would never say no to me like you also did earlier.”

“hey!” you protested.

“and you,” he laughed, “I’d know that deer-in-the-headlights look anywhere, even on a different face.”

as embarrassing as this whole situation was, it was sort of nice to have someone else acknowledge it. it made you feel less crazy.

“I can’t keep track of this conversation while there are fingers inside of me,” Steve shivered.

“it’s weird, isn’t it?” you smiled at him. “good weird.”

“very good, very weird,” he agreed, breathing heavier as Bucky’s arm flexed from pumping his hand back and forth.

“she usually comes in just a few minutes from this,” Bucky explained to Steve, making you feel oddly exposed-- and not just because you knew they could both see the achingly-hard cock threatening to burst from the hastily-zipped pants. “I know it’s you in there, but it’s still her body... so it should still be the same, right?”

“I-I’m close,” Steve replied, making Bucky laugh.

“oh, you’re even faster, damn. go ahead and come for me-- don’t you wanna hear how she sounds when she comes?”

“yes.”

“don’t you wanna see that pussy cream all over my fingers?”

“yes.”

“then beg me not to stop,” Bucky demanded, and instinct took over.

“please don’t stop,” you found yourself saying before Steve could answer, making them both turn to you.

“I’ve got you so well-trained,” Bucky grinned before looking back down at Steve beneath him. “just like that, doll,” he repeated his instruction.

“don’t call me ‘doll,’” Steve barely managed to protest between loud moans.

“okay,” Bucky relented, “beg for me just like that, Stevie.”

“please!” Steve shouted instantly. “please... please don’t stop.”

“one more time?”

“damn it, Buck, don’t stop!” he sobbed, and you wondered if you always looked like that when you came or if it was Steve’s expression painted on your own features. Bucky, as always, wasn’t content with just one, and Steve’s eyes shot wide open as he realized that this could just keep going, over and over.

“you’re-- you’re really not gonna stop,” Steve gasped.

“he’s mean like that,” you explained with a little smirk. you were looking forward to getting back in your own body just for the multiple orgasms alone.

“how’s it feel, Stevie?” Bucky asked proudly.

“s-so good,” he answered dutifully, “so good it almost hurts. fuck it hurts... but I want more, I wanna come again.”

“mm, so greedy,” Bucky praised. “just one more, then we need to give our lonely friend some love... I bet she’s ready to make a mess in your pants just from watching me finger you--” he turned to you suddenly-- “isn’t that right?”

“yes,” you answered quickly. “p-please, Bucky, I feel so... I need you.”

“I know, babygirl, it won’t be much longer,” he promised, “I can feel your cunt clenching on me already-- come on over here and feel for yourself.”

you hesitantly stepped closer, hissing a little as Bucky’s free hand grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand closer. “see? just put your finger in beside mine, I want you to know how tight you get when I make you come.”

you took a shaky breath but did as he asked, hearing Steve’s gasp as you inserted his thick finger into your slickened channel. it definitely felt different than when you put your own fingers in yourself-- for him and for you. it was different to feel your pussy around your finger when you couldn’t feel the finger in your pussy... if that made any sense.

“three’s too many,” Steve complained.

“and yet, here we are,” Bucky winked.

“I can’t,” Steve clarified, “it’s too big.”

“aw, she always says that but then she changes her mind... you will too,” Bucky decided. “now just move like this,” he explained to you as you started to move with him, feeling the way your body responded instantly. it built up so fast as you tried to keep up with Bucky’s pace, watching Steve cry out at the same time as your walls tightened around the assortment of fingers-- Steve and Bucky’s, flesh and metal-- inside you.

“you’re close,” Bucky informed both of you. “feel the way that pretty pussy is getting so wet, holding on so tight?”

“y-yes,” you shivered, trying your best to ignore the pangs of need coursing through the cock you still struggled to acknowledge as your own.

“go ahead and come, Stevie,” Bucky encouraged, and that was all it took; Steve cried out as your whole body spasmed-- not just your body, but the body you were in. You were coming, much to your dismay, without even being touched, ropes of hot come creating a wet patch on Steve’s uniform, and you couldn’t bit back the groans of pleasure as your gut flexed with each wave of the orgasm.

“oh, now look at that,” Bucky purred as he looked back and forth between Steve and yourself. “you two both made a mess.”

“aw damn it, my uniform!” Steve protested as he looked at you.

“I think you need to help our girl clean up that mess,” Bucky cooed as Steve shot him a look. “it’s been too long since you got your dick sucked... and I’ve always felt it’s your responsibility to solve your own problems.”

“I... I don’t know how,” Steve protested.

“I’ll show you,” Bucky promised as he guided Steve to kneel in front of you, helping you push down your trousers. “just lick up some of that come first, nice and slow.”

you gasped the second you felt a warm tongue against your skin, your hands reaching out and finding a comfortable place to grip on your own hair-- and Steve moaned when you pulled on it.

“you like the taste of your own come, Stevie?” Bucky purred. “now put it in your mouth-- just the head, you might not be able to fit much else. suck on it like a popsicle.”

you bit back a moan that wouldn’t been embarrassingly loud when you felt a warm, slick mouth wrap around where you were now much too sensitive.

“look down, babygirl,” Bucky whispered to you.

“I-- I can’t,” you denied, “I can’t look.”

“but you look so pretty when you suck cock, doll, haven’t I told you a million times?”

you sighed but obeyed, opening your eyes and looking down at Steve looking up at you, but with your eyes, and with your lips stretch around his thick shaft. “I... I do look pretty,” you agreed nervously.

“did you always wonder what Steve looks like when he’s getting his cock sucked?” Bucky asked you as he knelt down beside your body where Steve was using it for the moment. “The answer is... very confused.”

“that might be unique to this situation,” Steve explained as he pulled away from you.

“keep sucking, whore, I didn’t say you could stop.”

that language made you both moan softly, but Steve obeyed.

“oh, we are going to have so much fun,” Bucky chuckled excitedly, and you already knew that you were in for a very long night.

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yugyummygot7reactions · 4 years

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Behind the Curtain - 7

| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Epilogue |

Updates are Sundays at 5pm PST! Next week is the end!!!

Characters: Jaebeom x You

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Breath Play, Light Name Calling, Size kink? sort of not really

Word Count: 2,248

You were turning the final corner to your room when you slammed face first into a wall of a human. Im Jaebeom.

“I’m sorry!” You said as you stood up and tried to catch your breath. “

My office.” He said as he walked past you, “NOW!!”

Dealing with the situation inside of you would have to wait. It was time to face the fearsome leader.

He’s twice your size. Easily. He’s nearly a head taller than everyone but Yugyeom and is built with the shoulders of a linebacker. You fidget uncomfortably, wondering why your stomach insists on flipping like a gymnast at the Olympics. JB’s eyes settle on you, anger seething from them and for some reason you blush and quickly avert your gaze.

Jaebeom paces around the room while you just awkwardly stand there, waiting for whatever storm was about to come your way and his arms keep brushing yours as he paces. Whether it was accidental or not, it was sending shivers down your spine. He pushes a button on his desk and then finally stops to turn and face you.

“Did you know what was coming and not tell me?” He finally asked, his voice is loud in your ear, his head so close that you are occupying practically the same space in his large office. You have to fight the flush crawling up your neck having him this close. “The raid?” You ask innocently, “Why would I have known before you?” “That is the true question Y/N.” He paces again before pulling his face hairs away from yours, his eyes piercing your soul. “Why did you know before us? Are you involved?” “I didn’t know.” You said firmly, trying not to falter as your heartbeat began to race. He might seem soft to those who know him, but he isn’t the gang leader for nothing. “Ahhh…I thought we didn’t lie in this gang.” He said as he pulled back a little. “I’m not lying.” You try to convince him and a smirk overtakes his lips. “That’s impressive.” he says, taking a sip of the water you just now notice is on his desk. “You must practice a lot.” “Practice?” You asked, confused at the statement. “Yeah,” he says, slyly, “Practice keeping your life story straight, your lies straight, keeping us complacent with your nearly flawless work only to have it all come crashing down in the end.”

You were looking anywhere but him. If you make eye contact, you’ll die. Literally and metaphorically.

“Someone has to work hard to make a good girl out of you.”

His voice has dropped an octave with that comment. You feel it in your core, but have to remain calm and collected on the outside. Does that mean he is letting you live? That he has some kind of plan that will assure his victory?

“Sometimes you need direction to find your way back to where you belong, a heavy hand, maybe?” He asked as he began to come closer again. “Do you like it when someone’s strict with you? You seem to not tremble as much as I thought someone like you would.” “Someone like me?” You asked, swallowing harder than you meant to.

“A traitor.” His hand comes up—hot, searing fingertips ghost against your jaw before carefully sliding back so that his thumb hooks under your chin and the rest of his fingers can put heavy, pressure on your throat. His fingers span the entire width of your neck easily and the pressure on your windpipe quickly hits you. He leans down until his face is directly in front of yours again. You can feel your knees start trembling when you realize that your life is literally in his hand and he knows your secret. “I wish you would look me in the eyes instead of looking away all the time.” He tilts your head up, almost forcing your eyes to lock on to his. You stare fiercely, emboldened by his dare. You look at his lush eyelashes, his moles above his eye, the stubble he missed on his chin, the way his skin creases at his eyes. Most of all, you look down at his mouth—pink, soft lips that he wets with the tip of his tongue before he speaks. If this was the last thing you ever saw, you wouldn’t be too mad.

Jaebeom quickly swapped places with you and pushed you up against his desk. His one hand reaching your waist to hold you still. He squeezes, a fingertip ever so gently gliding under the waistband of your pants. It drives all of your blood south, making your clit throb against the seam of your pants. In the craziness of earlier with Jackson, your underwear had disappeared.

You yelp as JB releases your throat for a moment, grabs you around the middle and completely lifts off the ground with a pair of arms as immovable as iron shackles. You squirm, nearly managing a kick where it hurts the most, but you are pulled back tight against a warm, solid body.

“I kinda like you scared,” he counters, squeezing you. “seeing the look in a traitor’s eyes before death always gives me a rush.

“I’m not a trait-“

His hand is around your throat again in an instant. It makes your whole body dizzy, it makes you feel vulnerable as hell and you can’t help but want to melt into the arms of the man who is about to kill you. The weirdest thing is that you can breathe easily—his fingers only squeeze on the sides, effectively cutting off the blood flow to your brain, instead of your windpipe. He is trying to weaken you for information instead of just outright kill you and you realize just how skilled with his hands this man is. The effect is like a live wire to your cunt.

“Why is it you only listen when you have to be manhandled into it?”

He sets you down on your feet again and you gasp for air, the blood rushing back to your head. It sends a trickle up your spine.

His hand sneaks up your shirt to squeeze your breasts hard enough to make your whimper. “Gonna fucking devour these tits. If you’re going to lie, you’re going to die, and I might as well have some fun first.“

“Jaebeom,” you accidentally moan, sounding pretty needy.

He pulls back, wiping his mouth where spit has practically dribbled onto his chin from his forceful talking. It should be gross, but instead you want to lick him clean.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart.”

He pushes you down on the hard wood. “I always knew you were a little slut,” he mutters, undoing his belt. “Christ, the things I’ve thought about doing to you— and yet you went to everyone else but me for relief over the last few days.“ You watch his zipper with a concentration usually reserved for combat.

His cock springs out, hard and heavy under its own weight. It’s nearly as thick as your wrist.

“Fuck,” you whisper. It’s so much better than anyone else in the gang you had seen. You knew It was your last fuck and you couldn’t be happier it was with this dick.

“You’re going to suck me off until I come in that pretty little throat, right? You have to swallow, okay? Obey one last order before it’s time to go.”

You nod, entranced by the throbbing tip, where he’s leaking pearled drops of pre-cum.

You lean forward and lick the flat of your tongue up his shaft to taste him.

Immediately, he grabs a fistful of your hair, which normally you would break someone’s finger for, but you kind of like being held like this. It just shows his dominance and proves that no matter what, you can’t get away.

Your open your mouth and ease the entire head in as far as you comfortably can on the first try, but when you gag yourself a little, he makes sure to force himself in more, if only a notch deeper.

His cock suddenly jerks to draw your attention, tightening up a bit, as if trying to get harder than he already is. He begins moving your head back and forth and your jaw is already edging on its way to soreness, but somehow feeling the tip hit the back of your tongue, tasting each time more pre-come leaks out of him, feels good.

His breath becomes more labored as you suck on him more. You learned you love the way his chest heaves, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his pectoral muscles. If only you really were on his side, you both would make a great power couple both in and out of the bedroom.

One of his feet slide forward, settling between your thighs. “Good girls get to grind their pussy on my boot while they suck cock,” he growls. “I’m not even that cruel to deny someone release before their death.”

You moan around his length when your clit meets the friction of the shoe through your too thick pants. You roughly hump his leg and leave a clear puddle of evidence. Would he smell it tomorrow, your pussy on his clothes, and think of you on your knees? Crying with a cock between your lips? Would the raid happen as planned and he won’t even make it to tomorrow?

Suddenly his hips find the will to move urgently. His cock fills your throat up enough that you can’t breathe, the hand on the back of your head presses you further into the stretch, and you feel his cock push forward into your gag reflex.

You feel tears leak out of your eyes. It feels like you have been caught in a perpetual choke.

“Good girl,” he groans out. “Swallow. I want to feel it.”

Your mouth quivers. He seems too in control to come. That seems to be the theme with Im Jaebeom though, In control until the last moment.

He groans loudly, hips stuttering. “Feels so fucking good. Knew you could take the whole thing, my messy, drooling slut.”

He slides out and you launch into a coughing fit, doubling over. He gives you a second to catch your breath before tugging at your scalp again, pulling you back up on your knees. “I.. can’t.. take it, please, fucking do it already ...” you begged, not knowing at this point if you wanted him to just fuck you or kill you already. “Do what? “ he said coyly, as he slid your pants down and moved you up onto the desk, pushing his still hard tip slightly into your folds. “Kill you? No. you are too valuable for that. I need more details before you can have this suffering end. I know you aren’t on our side and that your ‘mother’ who you write to is actually your handler. I’m smarter than you clearly give me credit for.” With that, he lined himself up and quickly thrust himself into you. You couldn’t contain your loud gasp as his cock filled you up so quickly. The stretch was painfully blissful. Jaebeom began to pound into you, keeping up a consistent rhythm, hard and quick. He was going to fuck you silly so that he could get all of the information he needed. You were starting to lose focus, but you had to stay coherent. He slowed down as he felt himself come close to climaxing, his breathing becoming heavy again. “Tell me when the raid is.” He said as he slowed his pace, stopping your pleasure in its tracks. “No,” you panted, trying to keep your cool. His hands found your neck this time, cutting off airflow. “Tell. Me. Now.” His teeth were clenched and he was clearly ready for this game to be over. You shook your head as best you could. The lack of airflow and fullness of his cock inside of you was bringing you to your climax without him needing to move at all. You knew you wouldn’t last too much longer. You might even black out first. “TELL ME!!!” he screamed as he grabbed your neck tighter. Your orgasm hit you hard with his rush of anger and much to his surprise, the way you clenched around him caused his focus to slip and an orgasm hit him harder than he thought it could. He grip tightened again as he came, and before you could black out and accept your fate, the door to the office was kicked in and the special forces were there to save you. Jaebeom let go of you out of surprise and you fell to the ground coughing. The agency made it in the nick of time. “Who?” Is all you were asked by the lead; you recognized the voice as your former partner. “I’m glad you got my message to move up the raid. A second later and I would’ve been a goner.” You barely got the words out your throat was so sore.

“We can talk about that later. Who?” He asked again. “Mark, Bam Bam, Yugyeom.” You said, rubbing your neck to rid the feeling of JB’s hand trying to force the life out of you, still working on catching your breath. “What does that mean?” JB asked angrily as two men ran forward and restrained him. “Mark,” you stood up, “Bam Bam,” you fixed your pants, “and Yugyeom.” You took a gun from your former partner put it right between Jaebeom’s eyes. You heard the agency spread the word on who to save while you quickly removed the safety from the weapon. “I’m glad I was able to let you cum one last time before the end.” You smirked. “I’m not even that cruel to deny someone release before their death.”

You pulled the trigger.

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Hello My Lovelies!!

So that was the last smut chapter!!! What did you think??

Were you surprised on who was light or dark?

Let me know!!! Epilogue is coming next week.

Until Next Time,

~LoLo

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calm-me-down-oh · 4 years

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How about all the questions ;)

skdsjf ofc u would get me back for that, under a readmore bc theres a lot!

When was the last time you masturbated? Yesterday! Had a.. very hot convo w my gf

Do you enjoy being fingered/fingering? Uhh the only time Ive had it done to me the person had to stop bc they got uncomfy with it and it was overall just a bit odd,, wait it happened a second time and their nails were too sharp also sdkfhsdh I feel like I could get to like it though? If its like, actually properly done rather than my current experiences sdhfk

How do you feel about food during sex? nno thanks mostly? I guess it can kinda depend on the food though idk, like if my gf suggested somethin I might not mind trying it out depending on what it was yknow

What do you do directly after sex? um.. well afaik just kinda lay/sit in a daze for a moment, mayb have some water, get real clingy, kind of have to be nudged into doing stuff bc i guess my brain just stops working skjdfkj

Cuddle with the tip in? Hell yeah. cuddle with it all in. sounds good.

What’s the nastiest sexual thing you’ve done? I don’t think I’ve really done anything nasty sdjkfsj all the sex ive had has been quite brief and vanilla idk

Name a follower you would fuck. @you-better-make-me!

Name a follower you have fucked. None..

What’s the sexiest part of your body? Idk man I guess my thighs are ok people seem to like them anyway

FuckMarryKill: DJ Khalid, Rick Ross, Fat Joe Am i supposed to know who these people are

Would you ever be with a trans person? i think the real question is would i ever be with a cis person (yes i would be with a trans person i am with 2 trans people and i am trans and i havent dated anyone cis since i was like 15)

Riding dick or doggy style? yes

Ever fucked in a school? Nope

Most random place you’ve had sex? havent really had sex in a random place lmao just beds

Would you ever be part of the mile high club? maybe..? thats having sex on a plane right. idk. maybe

Name three of your spots. what does this mean fkjd

Fuck on the first date? Depends

Do you suck dick? I’m sure gonna try!

Do you eat ass? Idk maybe not skdfjhsjk

Do you eat pussy? Haven’t yet, nearly did, got too nervous sdkjfh

Do you like kissing? So much!!

Is farting during sex sexy? I.. I mean its not sexy but like im also not gonna have a negative reaction. unless its me. that is something im admittedly very nervous about fkjd

Ever fucked in the shower? Nope

How old were you when you lost your virginity? Uh............ good question. 19 or 20 i forget if it was before my birthday but within the last year. unless you only count penetrative sex, then I haven’t yet

Do you prefer sex in the morning, afternoon, or night? Y..yes? I suppose afternoon/night is usually a better time, morning is jsut sleepy and trying to remember how to exist hours

Do you like drunk sex? Haven’t had it but I do get horny when I drink, wouldn’t be against trying it with someone I trust

Do you like high sex? Again never had it! And I haven’t really been high either so Idk

FuckMarryKill: Nicki Minaj; Cardi B; Kash Doll N..none for any

When was your first kiss? I was like 13 I think

How did you meet the person you lost your virginity to? College

Have you ever faked an orgasm? Nope. Wait maybe. Kind of. Idk when I was younger I was with this guy who would try get me to touch myself n I hadn’t figured out how to make it feel good so I’d just lie and say I was when i wasnt bc i didnt wanna do it so maybe at some point i said i came when i hadnt sdfhks

Ever painted/been painted on? Yeah but not in like a horny way, my ex would paint on my hand as kinda their way of flirting with me

You like sex toys? Sure

What’s your favorite sex position? Personally think missionary is underrated bc that closeness and being able to cling just sounds v good but also getting fucked from behind face down ass up also sounds,, v good lately

Sex on a bed, couch, or floor? beddd, maybe couch, floor just seems uncomfortable

Do you like car sex? Never had it, just seems a bit awkward but I guess I’d be open to trying it

You get instantly horny; what happened? My neck got bit!

FuckMarryKill: Trey Songz, Chris Brown, August Alsina. Kill chris brown. idk who the others are

Describe your crush. Don’t have one!

Woukd you ever be with someone with an incurable STD? Uh... Idk? I mean, theres preventative measures for basically all std’s right? So as long as those are taken so i dont also get it I guess it’d be ok

Rate your head game. No clue dkfhdsj

Rate your sex. Awkward!

Would you fuck someone outside of your race? ?? yes. what kind of question is this

Describe the type of freak you are. idk what this means but what first came to mind was ‘pet’ so take that as u will

Ever tasted your own nut/cum? Sure

Into golden showers? Nope

Body count: Under or Over 25? Wayyy under

How do you feel about nipple play? Uh depends! Not into being harsh like clamps etc just seems like itd hurt n not in a good way, but playing w/ them w ur hands and sucking on them. very good

Where do you like to be nutted on? chest/stomach seems good

Which are you better at: topping or bottoming? bottoming

What do you consider “too small?” Idk man dick is dick idc

Is play fighting foreplay? It sure can be!

Do you like angry sex? In concept maybe, in reality itd just kinda scare me

How long should a quickie be? Idk.. quick

How long is “too long” to have sex? Idk sex ends whenever one of u wants to stop, don’t think u can go too long if ur both comfortable with it

How long is “too long” to go without sex? Listen i.. am not the person to be asking this I’ve had sex maybe 3 times spread out over almost a year. i have never regularly had sex

Is “no” relevant in a relationship? Incredibly relevant!! Always!! Unless you’ve discussed beforehand that its ok to ignore it and have a safeword in place instead!! and then that safeword is not to be ignored!!

Do you believe in no-strings-attached sex? Sure but idk if i could do it

Would you have sex in a public bathroom? mmmaybe....

Would you have sex in a changing room? mmmmmmmmaybe

Who was the last person you had sex with? My ex

Describe your type. Idk I have the weirdest type i think they have like nothing in common then theyll all turn around and be into the same stuff or something its v strange

Name 3 turn-ons. Biting, just making out sometimes tbh, skin contact in places usually covered by clothes or under clothes..

Name 3 turn-offs. Umm. i definitely have turn offs but whenever im asked my mind goes blank. I guess being overly rough, hair pulling im undecided on tbh, and oh i usually dont like having my ass smacked but idk if itd change if it were like.. in the middle of sex

Name something that would make you stop in the middle of sex. Bad pain or panicking or it seems like the other person is uncomfortable. or someones knocking on the door for some reason sdkfjs

Would you answer a phone call during sex? no omg

Would you ever pay for sex? Nah.

Would you accept money for sex? Uh. Maybe? Wouldnt ask for it tho

How do you typically feel after sex? Mostly affectionate and good, but w the last person i was with sometimes it seemed like they just wanted it over and done with so i would get kinda nervous and guilty over that,, idk

Do you like your body? Nah

Ever sent nudes? Yep

Have you ever cheated on someone? Yeah he was abusive

Have you ever been cheated on? Idk, maybe, wait i think the guy i cheated on tried saying he cheated on me too but idk if he was just trying to get back at me so

Would you have a threesome? If I trust the people sure

Would you have a foursome? Same as above

Would you take part in an orgy? Uhh idk maybe, same as above applies tho

Would you let’s train be ran on you? Again if I trust the people yeah sure

How often do you masturbate? Idk it really depends sometimes im really horny and its like daily maybe more than once a day and then sometimes i just dont for like. a while

Sex with the lights on or off? on.. how are u meant to see what ur doing otherwise sdjkhfs

Sex with music or tv in the background? Sure, idc really. Though i have a thing if its like.. kids stuff.........dont do that..........

Do you have a cousin you’d fuck if you weren’t related? wtf no

In your last relationships, rate the sex? Uhh... good? I mean, good at the time, though like i said sometimes felt a bit rushed, and that now makes sense and i have very mixed feelings on it but mostly guilt bc the person i was with has since said they werent really into it. so.

Do you sleep naked? Nah I at least have underwear on

How often do you go commando? Never

Are your nipples pierced? If not, would you get them pierced? Nope

Do you dive right into sex, or converse first? Uh, depends? Talking about it beforehand or even during can be good though. But i guess it doesnt have to be Right before it, it can be a bit in advance

After taking your clothes off, what’s the first move? Kiss.. touch,, etc,,

Do you make the first move? Um. w my ex i kinda had to bc as i said, i later found out they werent really into it. other than that i generally dont tho bc im very nervous abt all that, kinda especially after that discovery hdfbghf

Have you ever had sex with more than one person in a day? Nope

Do you like dryhumping ? Sure

Can you twerk or do a split on a dick? Probably not

Have you ever been recorded during sex? No but I’ve had a dream abt being recorded sucking someones dick it was weird

Do you watch porn during sex? W. who does that. how can u focus on that. why would u watch sex when ur having sex skdjfhsjdk

After fucking, do you try becoming friends with a one night stand? Never had a one night stand

What’s your kink? Praise! Marking! Collars!

Would you hook up with the same hook-up again? I don’t think i could have a hook up tbh so no

Ever made a relationship from a one night stand? nope

How romantic are you during sex? uh.. idk havent rly had chance to try being romantic during sex but soft sex sounds v good imo

Describe your sex in 5 words or less. in my experience so far? nervous and kinda awkward

#god rip to my gf when every question i answer abt what its like having sex w me is just 'uh! awkward!'#Anonymous

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crapitskizaru · 5 years

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X Drake the Dino x Fem!Reader

With the recent One Piece chapter showing how much of a shy boy Drake is when it comes to naked women/their bodies; Could I request a wholesome- yet filth- scenario where Drake and his s/o have sex for the first time? Please and thank you!

Warning: idk about u but im deaded

Word Count: 2,6k

“I will be back.”

He smiled warmly when she scooped into his open arms, drowning in the embrace. “How could I not be?”

“For million different reasons,” she mumbled with her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Kaido could grow tired of you. Some samurai would slice you up. Or even that Strawhat boy may realize you don’t fit into his template of a friend and kill you. What help will those tiny, dino claws of yours be then?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, expression overly dramatic. She knew he was trying to turn it all into a joke, as always. “Tiny?”

“That’s the only word you picked up from what I just said?”

“You could call me many things,” he growled quietly and leaned over, nuzzling his head into her neck. The position must have been uncomfortable, due to him being as tall a Mangrove tree - at least in her opinion - but she tangled her fingers in those red locks and pulled him closer nonetheless. “But tiny isn’t one of them.”

“Or is it?” she laughed and turned to look into those blue eyes. They stared at her with the usual amount of softness and trust, as if she was his lifeline, his last resort. He always looked at her like that, whereas with how strong he grew up to be in the recent years, especially after parting away from the Marines, it should be the other way round. “How am I supposed to know?”

A soft mewl was all that left his mouth.

“Darling,” he almost pleaded, touching the crook of her neck with his warm lips. “Don’t say stuff like that. I can’t- I should already be going.”

“Well then, go.”

They were standing in the middle of their shared room, halfway to the door; she couldn’t stop him from leaving even if she tried to.

She scratched his scalp lightly, with affection, sending him a sad smile. How long is it going to be until he comes back? Will he come back at all? She hated those moments. However, admittedly, there were worse. At least he was with her now; his warm hug, his smell - a mix of reptile litter and cologne, which, after all the abnormal occurrences she encountered in the New World, was the weirdest combination by far - his loving gaze and steady grip.”My tiny dino~”

In a few moments, he’s going to leave the so-called safe base to play the role of a puppet under a literal beast, all while receiving no specified tasks or missions beforehand. Anyone would get suspicious - anyone besides him, it seemed.

He hadn’t moved an inch, let alone loosen the grip around her; if anything, it only strengthened when he got lost in the way they kissed.

It took her sometime to understand just why the touch of his lips only could get so emotional and overwhelming. They learned to treat every affection as if it was their last, with how risky his plans seemed, if there were any in the first place. Maybe he was just winging it all the way from the start, that fool.

“Kiss me harder than that,” he breathed during that one second when he pulled away. His face was scrunched in worry and pain - she could almost feel how much he wanted to stay. “I know you can.”

“Oh no, darling, don’t say stuff like that,” she mocked him, eyes sparkling. If she’s going to spend the next few weeks longing after his presence, she could as well enjoy the time they still had left. “I might get horny and die!”

He just snorted and pressed his huge palm to the small of her back, guiding her away from the door.

“You know that’s not the reason for-”

“Shouldn’t you be going already?”

His exaggerated, loud inhale was the only thing she was able to register before he swept her off her feet and wrapped her legs around his waist with unusual fierceness.

“You’re so irritating sometimes,” he said, smirking into the kiss. “It’s unbelievable.”

“But you still fell for me.” Her sigh got muffled against his lips; he started walking forward while holding her tightly and only when her back hit the soft mattress of their bed did she realize this might be going in a new direction - yet unexplored direction when it came to their relationship.

“Hell, yes, I did,” he breathed, letting his hands run all over her body as he kissed her. With one arm he propped himself up to hover above her, yet his weight still pressed her pleasantly into the mattress. It was already overwhelming, but she wasn’t planning on putting an end to it. Not this time.

“So you’re not going?”

His laughter was still at the top of the list of her favorite sounds, not falling lower consequently ever since they got together - outshined only by his quiet humming under the shower.

“Oh, you know I am.” His other hand rested courteously on her waist, a wave of his smell hitting her senses when he moved his lips lower to touch her neck again, red hair tickling her chin.

“Just...a little bit more of this-” He pecked her collarbone, exhaling with satisfaction against her skin. “And this...” The tip of his tongue gave a kitten lick in between her breasts and he immediately looked up to observe her reaction, as if thinking he’s gone too far.

She giggled and scratched the back of his head, just as she knew he liked it.

“Careful, Drake. There is a slight chance of us seeing each other naked at the end of the night, if we’re quick enough. But that’d be too fast, wouldn’t it?”

A low growl answered her mocking tone as he suddenly bit into the soft skin of her cleavage, smiling at her sharp gasp.

“Too fast?”

She had a sarcastic response on the tip of her tongue already - before she felt his groin accidentally rubbing in between her spread legs and causing a heat of pleasure to strike her core. She instantly buckled her hips against his.

“Drake.” Her voice was one of warning; the desire she tried so hard to suppress over the course of months now seemed to be teetering on the edge of burst, getting the better of her self-restraint. “You said you don’t wanna do it yet, so I swear, if you keep teasing me like that, I’ll go insane.”

He just groaned and buried himself deeper into her embrace - his weight was now pushing the air out of her lungs, but it served as nothing other than a total turn-on, one he hadn’t had the pleasure to know about, yet.

“You think I don’t want to do it?” he asked, pressing against her harder. “You really think so? How amazing you are-” His hand gripped the sheets at the side of her head, the other traveling to grab her waist and pin her down to the mattress. “How smart you are, and witty, and- Mmhh~”

The last sound happened through the courtesy of her legs wrapping tighter around him and her nails digging into his scalp. She was already out of breath - whether from the ministrations of his lips against the skin of her neck, or his honest words; with a hint of impatience behind them?

“Then what are you waiting for, you fool?” she almost whined, her tone laced with laughter. He was just so close, so warm and so available against her, it was enough to drive her senses wild.

“That’s how you’re calling me now?” His mouth kept biting and smearing along her neck, producing slick sounds that sounded just as hot as they felt like. “A fool? What happened to your tiny dino?”

“My tiny dino wouldn’t take so long to make up his goddamn-”

She gasped when he started moving his hips again, slowly at first, until they repeatedly rubbed along her heated groin with much more wild enthusiasm than before.

He somehow managed to stifle a moan that threatened to get past his lips as he lifted himself off of her a bit on an outstretched arm, the rapidness of his thrusts reaching its peak and causing his movements to become more ragged.

“Darling, I-” He bit his lip, brows furrowed and face scrunched with painful restraint. “Crap, this feels so good.”

Right in that moment, with his naked chest in front of her eyes, shamelessly twitching abs and his already hardening cock almost buried in between her legs, she decided not to tolerate this kind of teasing for even a second longer.

“That’s it,” she groaned, grabbing a handful of his hair and pressing her nails as hard as she could against his scalp. “You either make me cum right now, or you leave.”

His kiss was passionate, overwhelming, but at least it seemed to let go of the last doubts he had regarding this particular situation. He was always unpredictable during fights, which was one of his main combat assets, but for some reason he didn’t want to transfer this behaviour to their relations - why that was, she had no idea.

“Do it again,” he breathed quietly, finally reaching to the hem of his pants. “Scratch me with those cute nails, please.”

“Stick that dick into me and I might listen. Please,” she mocked him but her tone soon turned to one of surprise when he yanked her against his body - palming his fully erect cock and rubbing the tip with his own precum as a lube.

“I’ll be late to the meeting,” he growled.

“Tragic,” she instantly responded, wiggling her hips while pushing her leggings along with soaked underwear down to give him access to her pussy and to take away the last excuses he might possibly come up with.

He rubbed against her now-bare entrance, lowering his body to nuzzle into her embrace again, his forehead pressed against hers and his ragged breaths ticking her lips.

“Tell me you want this just as much as I do,” she whispered, reaching up to give him a peck. “I have to hear it or else we should st-”

“Of course I want this.” The ticking bolts of electricity roamed around her stomach when his tip dove inside her with a slick, vulgar sound her juices made. “But there’s an unpleasant condition, I’m afraid.”

“Is that so?” she tried to keep her voice all casual and unbothered, when in reality, she was struggling not to push herself on top of him and ride his cock until they both lose their minds. “I’m all ears.”

“Call me that way again,” he pleaded against her neck, his words strained with pleasure as he realized he’s finally fully inside now.

The sweat her body produced already seeped through her shirt and bra, but she didn’t dare to stop and take them off. Not when he started thrusting slowly, his expression as focused as if he was writing a maths test.

“Tiny dino?” she asked, pushing her nails into his scalp and causing him to groan out loud. A weird man he was, that’s for sure. “Just dino?”

His slight nod was all of an answer she got, not like she was going to complain. With the time of his thrusts, his warm thighs pressed against her own and made her want to melt with content.

The pace he set was irregular, messy and uncoordinated - and she absolutely loved it. Finally, they were as close to each other as humanly possible.

“Let’s just stay like this,” she said when he pulled back from a particularly heated kiss. “Don’t ever leave me.”

He didn’t respond for a while, either too lost in the moment as he gripped her hips and pushed himself deeper or not knowing what to say.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m here or hundreds of miles away, darling.” He was drowning inside her arms, his expression varying from pleasured to pained. “What we have-” He kissed her cheek and then behind her ear, his hips stilling for a second in between her legs. “It- it just can’t be broken by distance.”

“Still, I’d rather you were here,” she accented the last word with a slight squeeze around his cock. “Wouldn’t you?”

He smiled and picked up his pace again. “Good point.”

Those sharp, blue eyes landed on her frame - her open mouth, tousled hair, eyes closed shut and clothed chest rising heavily; he couldn’t help but gasp quietly.

“Still think I’m tiny?”

She gave out a sound, something close to a mewl and an accusing groan, but he lost his train of thought completely when she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and urged him to go faster, to make the pleasure burst inside both of them.

Of course, he had to cum early. During their first time, just when he wanted to impress her the most, he had to succumb to her witty charms, the touch of her fingers and the heat of her body. And he was sure he’ll never hear the end of her teasing, but she surprised him again.

“Oh-h, crap,” he finally stuttered out as his legs began to shake from orgasm, his breathing ragged against her ear. “Dear, I’m so s-”

“Shhh,” she cut him off as he pulled out, her hand diving to trace fast circles on her clit, face lit up with pleasure. “Just kiss me.”

So he did, his arms looping around her waist and leather pants rubbing along her bare legs as he parted her lips with his tongue and pinched them with his teeth.

“Fuck-” she gasped against his mouth, her fingers causing a sloppy sound to fill the room. “Fuck, Drake!”

“You look so beautiful like this, you know?”

His words catching her by surprise, but nonetheless being the last impulse she needed to push herself over the edge, moaning out his name again as her hand hecticly roamed around her pussy.

For a short while it was just her heavy breathing in the room, at least before she managed to come down from her peak and get her senses back sharp.

His hands were still clamped around her waist, his expression taken over by pure guilt.

"Please, forgive me.”

“Shouldn’t I be flattered?” she hummed, pushing herself on top of him and getting comfortable on his lap. Her fingers tangling in his hair out of habit.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but his mouth closed dramatically with a surrendering Plop!. And then he sighed, as if a huge burden was lifted off his chest.

“I took so long with this because I was waiting for a perfect timing,” he finally mumbled, his eyes wandering around the room. And then that adorable pout appeared on his lips, and she knew wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him for any reason.

He must have known that too, because right after the pout, his lips bent into a smirk as he caressed her sides with affection.

“There’s never a perfect timing,” she said, smiling back at him. “But this one actually came really close.”

She leaned in and caught his lips again. “Best way to leave the girl waiting for more, huh?”

#x drake #diez drake #one piece scenario #dinofilth #xoxobb #op scenario #op imagines #op imagine #one piece

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softforcal · 5 years

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HC's for Hufflepuff!Ashton and Slytherin!Calum fighting over Hufflepuff!reader ending in poly!Cashton?

-you and Ashton have been best friends since the first day you were sorted into Hufflepuff together

-you have a reputation in the school as the best friends who everyone wants to be a couple

-people have long standing bets on what year he’s finally going to tell you how he feels

-and then one day when you’re walking to class you bump into Slytherin!Cal

-you’ve heard of his reputation. he’s quiet and always hangs out with the kid who’s hair changes colour, Michael you think his name is, you have to admit he’s intimidating but when he bends down to help you gather up your books and flashes you a smile to silence your apologies you’re like damn

-”hey Ashton the weirdest thing happened today, you know that Slytherin guy, Calum? i bumped into him and he actually wasn’t a jerk.”

-Calum knows you told Ashton about the encounter because suddenly Ashton is glaring at Calum from across the great hall at breakfast

-and suddenly Ashton is trying to make you laugh every time your within view of Calum

-”he’s doing it on purpose.” Michael tells Calum one morning when the sound of your laughter ringing through the hall is making Calum’s jaw clench, “Ashton knows you’re competition. he’s just scared.” Michael pats Calum on the back, “you’ve got this buddy.”

-you and Ash go to every Quidditch game together, when Ashton isn’t playing of course, and the two of you go to a match between Slytherin and Gryffindor

-Slytherin wins and as you and Ash are leaving Calum seems to appear out of nowhere, “hey, Y/N, we’re having an after party at the Slytherin common room, want to come?”

-you can’t say no. i mean, this is Calum Hood. notorious gorgeous Slytherin bad boy who just had the match of his life.

-”sure, i’d love to Calum.” “cool, i’ll see you there, just you.” he glares at Ashton then leaves.

-Ashton is grumbling about it the whole way back to the Hufflepuff common room

-”look i just think he’s a nice guy.” you insist, “maybe you just have to get to know him better Ash.”

-”screw it, im walking you to the party.”

-when you get there, Calum’s waiting outside for you and Ashton hugs you before leaving, glaring at Calum over your shoulder

-”has anyone ever told you Yellow suits you?” Calum teases as the two of you go through a corridor and into a sea of green and black

-”Oh my god Calum i’m practically the only non Slytherin here.”

-”its cuz you’re special.” Calum teases, “but if you’re uncomfortable we can go somewhere else. i’d rather be alone with you anyways.”

-”wow, you’re smooth Hood. i heard you don’t talk much and when you do it’s always something charming, you’re living up to your reputation.” ”yeah and you’re living up to yours, your guard dog hates me.” “Ashton’s harmless, we’re just best friends, he doesn’t want me to get hurt.” “yeah, sure, just friends.”

-ending up chilling on a staircase somewhere and talking for a while

-Ash just happens to walk by and ends up sitting down on the other side of you while Calum just rolls his eyes

-Ashton kinda puts his arm over your shoulders because he’s used to that and Calum’s hand goes onto your thigh and you’re just like, “okay what is this.” they both try to act dumb first but you glaring makes them finally give in.

-”we’re both into you.”

-”and you guys figured you’d just fight over me instead of talking to me like adults?” “yeah.” “pretty much.”

-”look, i’ll date both of you and then make a decision.”

-they’re oddly okay with it.

-going on dates with them separately but the other always just ‘happens’ to show up so most dates end up with you hanging out with both and them both holding your hands

-they get to know each other better and although there’s always this background tension of competition they actually seem to be getting along okay

-you go cheer them on for their quidditch matches while in the stands with the other and on their game day where they go against each other, they each give you their scarf to wear

-getting a few odd looks from some Slytherins because you’re wearing Calum Hood’s scarf and Ashton Irwin’s?

-but like what do you even do after the match cuz one is going to win and ones going to be upset

-Hufflepuff ends up winning and as you go onto the pitch to hug them both you notice Cal looks a little down and you’re not sure what to do and then Ashton says, “hey Cal, we’re having an after party at the Hufflepuff common room. you should come with us.”

-you and Cal are #SHOOK

-Ashton actually inviting Cal to come to something? but you are both Hufflepuffs and Ashton is a sweetheart, something you’ve always loved about him

-you and Ashton wait for Cal to show up at the party before going in

-Hufflepuffs are usually hella chill and it’s not like they’re going to be mean to Calum but you do get a few confused looks and hear a few “what’s the Slytherin Seeker doing here?”

-the three of you collapsing on a couch and your house being pretty nice to Calum and lots of people coming by to say he had a great game

-you get up to go grab some drinks and a few girls are just like, “so are you dating Ashton or Calum?” and you’re kinda just like, “seeing both?”

-getting back and they’re actually laughing together

-you’d never seen them without you but they seem to get along great

-being the last three at the party after everyone has gone to bed and you’re all having a great time until Cal says he should go, so you and Ash walk him to the door and you kiss his cheek, Ash gives him a hug?!?!

-”wow, you two seem to get along well.” “Cal’s a nice guy.” “never thought i’d hear you say that.”

-Cal is a pure blood but Ashton is a half blood so Ashton knows about polyamory

-he meets up with Cal without you and discusses the whole thing with Calum.

-they’re buds and they both like you and they’ve realized that they don’t mind sharing, in fact they’re kind of having a great time together too?

-they find you in the hall and pull you to a separate room to tell you about the idea and you’re shook but you agree

-they both give you a kiss on the cheek and so begins a poly relationship between two Hufflepuffs and a Slytherin

-Ashton is friends with Calum’s Slytherin pal Michael so sometimes the three of you sit at the end of the Slytherin table for food but you always get weird looks from Slytherin’s whereas when Cal comes to sit at the Hufflepuff table everyone is super nice and inviting

-Cal feels kinda weird about being so included by the Hufflepuffs but i mean he is dating two of them so….

-they’re both obviously super into you but the more they hang out and get to know each other the more lovey they’re being with each other too

-usually during sex they’re both taking care of you. Ash is the ass man lets be serious, cuz he’s into the spanking and your ass is right there

-but one night in a particularly hot and heavy session they brush past each other a few times and then they’re kissing too

-it’s one of those things where they’re both completely in love with you and they love each other like the highest level of friendship but also friends who make out sometimes

-so much studying together

-teachers start calling you the three musketeers

-Ashton is more into pet names like princess and honey (cuz badgers yo)

-Cal is more into babe or baby

-they each get a designated side of your body for hickies

-Ashton finding a nice Hufflepuff girl who’s into knitting to make a custom slyther-puff scarf for you to wear on game days where they’re playing against each other

-they still fight like rivals on the pitch but it doesn’t continue off the field

-dates where you walk between the two, holding both their hands, to go get butterbeer or just walk around outside

-you and Ash vs Cal during snow ball fights

-cuddles where you have to be pressed against each other because Hogwarts beds are small AF

-they both like to surprise attack you into broom closets which are also hella small

-”Hood, Irwin, you’re both late.” “sorry professor.”

-the room of requirement is hella required yo

-Ash likes to throw you over his shoulder sometime to make you scream, and he makes it seem like he’s going to set you down but you end up in Cal’s arms so he can spin you around a bit

-they’re a great team the two of them

-Cal being a regular in the Hufflepuff common room. he usually has to wait for you or Ash to come let him in but the other Hufflepuffs are so used to him they just let him in

-the Slytherins would not be chill with one Hufflepuff being around all the time, let alone two, so not going there that often

-a bunch of Hufflepuffs gifting Cal with an honorary yellow scarf for Christmas

-this blushing idiot would be so happy about it though

-he never thought he could feel so much love

-you and Ashton pamper the shit out of this boi

-”Cal, you’re acting like a Hufflepuff.” “and what about it?”

-the whole Hufflepuff house ready to kick any Slytherin’s ass who makes fun of Cal for being in a relationship with you and Ashton. Ashton would lead the beat down too

-”hey Cal, where’s your Hufflepuff guard dog?” “Ash? he’s behind you.” “not funny Hood!”

-Calum coming back and telling you and Ash that someone referred to Ash as Cal’s ‘Hufflepuff guard dog’ and you all laughing your asses off because Cal was the original person who coined the expression

-big group hugs that are so calming and perfect

-taking advantage of the prefect’s bathroom’s huge bath tub

-so many sweet kisses

-lots of cheek pecks

-doing that thing where you have an arm over each of their shoulders and they kinda lift you up as you walk, am i being dumb, this is totally a thing right?

-i have a hella massage kink and im going to project this onto you because imagine giving these guys massages after quidditch matches

-okay so i always thought Slytherin reader x Cashton would be my fav but holy shit i have swerved into Hufflepuff reader and the dynamic is giving me life

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xiaojusaur · 5 years

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A/N: Gosh I took forever to write these! But finally here it is! Im going so slowly but surely! Hope you guys enjoy!!

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You were in the art club because you needed an extracurricular to graduate. It was such a happy place with such nice people.

Between the students there was a boy who always was very focused in his work. You won’t ever forget the first day of class. You all were painting and dicussing the first tips when this guy arrived all lost and without breath looking for the classroom. Kim Taehyung was his name.

He was very handsome with his tanned skin and blue hair. He had a deep voice that could make anyone swoon at his feet, but he rarely took advantage of his attributes as he was very humble. Or so you thought. He was always inside his canvas, trying to be the best he could. You could see he was really into art.

Girls around campus would do anything to go out with him and you don’t know how, there were rumors that he was a heartbreaker. You confirmed those rumors one afternoon after going out of class when you saw him pinning a girl against a wall while kissing her passionately. Your best friend couldn’t believe it when you told her.

It was a bummer since you thought there was still nice guys that liked art. You even thought you were starting to have a crush on him, but then you pushed it aside because you weren’t about to have your heart broken.

It was the worst day on the calendar: Valentine’s Day. School was full of lovebirds, flowers, heart-shaped balloons, and red. For you, this day was a nightmare. To top it all, today you had to stay for art club, but maybe that was going to be the only good thing of the day.

The teacher decided to go with the Valentine’s theme and she made you paint what love meant to you. You were thinking so hard on what to paint that you didn’t noticed Taehyung wasn’t in the classroom. Maybe he was on a date with one of his many girls. Poor souls.

You started doodling when suddenly the classroom went silent. You peeped from behind the easel to see Taehyung with a big bouquet of purple roses. Those were beautiful!!! You thought maybe he was waiting to get out of class to give them to someone but then he walked to you and said, “Hey um... Y/N... maybe you haven’t noticed or maybe you don’t want to but I’ve been having the huggest crush on you and yeah... would you go out with me?”

You were shocked. How come you didn’t notice? He never threw signs. In your confusion and while waiting for your response the whole class started to “Awwwwww”. He just said “You don’t have to answer now, you can take your time and think about it. And yeah... these are for you.” He gave you the bouquet and you almost faint! Nobody has given you flowers before, you never thought Kim Taehyung was going to be the first one. You took them carefully while mumbling a thanks. He whispered, “You can answer after we finish.” You just nodded and kept with what were you doing.

Ironically you were painting some purple hearts but hence he gave you purple roses, you painted them too.

After the club hours finished, he was the first one to walk out of the classroom. You didn’t know what to do. He was a player, you’ve seen it with your own eyes.You decided to make him wait a little and texted your best friend:

SOS I’m in a crisis.

She replied almost right away

WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE YOU OKAY?!

I’m fine, it’s just the weirdest thing happened.

What happened? It can’t be good since it’s Valentine’s...

Well, you remember Taehyung? The guy I told you about? He just asked me out. He brought flowers and everything IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CLASS.

Whoa. Since when? Wow, he’s sure full of surprises. But you like him, so you should give him the chance.

But he had his tongue down some other girl’s throat a few days ago... i dont feel safe.

Y/N, my dear, life is about taking risks. What’s the worst that could happen? 😙

You thought about that and she was right. You did like him, so why not?

You picked up your things and walked out of the classroom, he was leaning on the wall, waiting for you. You got all nervous when you saw him there, you never thought this was going to happen

“So?” he said as soon as you stepped in front of him.

“I... would like to go out with you. BUT NO FUNNY BUSSINESS OKAY?” you warned him.

He just laughed and said “Fine by me, nothing you don’t wanna do. How about tomorrow night?”

“Sure,” you said as you nod.

“Text me your adress, I’ll pick you up,” he said winking.

You felt your cheeks burning, “Sure... um... give me your number, maybe?”

“So smooth!” he joked, making you rolled your eyes.

You registered his number and after that, he said “Alright, see you tomorrow, cutie.”

He just walked away and left you there with a blushing face and the dumbest smile.

The next day you spent the day nervous. Your friend was so done with you. After you and Taehyung texted all night long, you couldn’t wait for tonight. You’ve decided to go see a movie and then just walk around. Nothing too special.

At lunch, you were sitting with your friend at the cafeteria when Taehyung appeared out of nowhere and sat by your side, not caring if anyone saw you together. “He cutie, what’s up?” He kissed your cheek in front of everyone!! You were devastated.

“Taehyung! What are you doing?!” You whispered panicking. Your friend just bursted laughing.

“I’m letting people know how happy I am,” he said.

You weren’t used to these things, you felt kinda weird, but were just letting things flow.

You were finishing your makeup when you heard the phone ding.

I’m here, cutie

You always sighed when he called you that. You finished and got out.

There he was, laying on his car, with a green jacket, a stripped shirt, black jeans, and white converse. A total high school cutie. He had an old mini suv, but at least he had a car!

“Hey,” you said greeting him, smiling shyly.

“Hey, you look stunning sweetheart,” he said, embracing you in a tight hug. He was so warm, you could stay there forever. He also smelled so nice, it was something like lavander, really addictive.

“Wow you smell so nice,” you couln’t contain yourself.

“Thanks, it’s just my body wash,” he smiled. “Should we go?” He said as he opened the passenger’s door for you. He was being such a gentleman.

When you were at the movies, he bought you popcorn and soda, he also didn’t let you pay for your ticket. You were in awe with his behaviour.

You chose an action movie because neither of you were so fond of mistery movies, you two were cowards.

In the middle of the movie he threw his arms over your shoulders, the smooth move. You laughed and he just looked at you confused.

“What?” he whispered in your ear.

“Nothing, just a smooth move,” you giggled.

“Sorry, if you want I can just...” he started taking his arm off but you interrupted him.

“No no no, it’s fine,” you smiled.

The rest of the movie was you both looking eyeing at each other when one of you weren’t looking. A few times your eyes would meet and then you both would turn around, blushing of embarassment.

When it was over, he wanted to walk around, just to see the streets at night, super cheesy. You never thought of him like a romantic, but apparently he was full of surprises.

Walking side by side, out of nowhere he took your hand. While his fingers slid between yours, the butterflies in your stomach started flying wildly. He noticed how bubbly you got so he tried to let go, but you just held him tighter.

It was the perfect date, straight out of a drama. You two walking through the streets, hand in hand, laughing, looking at each other.

When he took you back to your house, he evven got off the car to open your door and walk you to the porch. Was he even real?

He took both your hands in his, by then you were already a smiling fool.

He was looking at you tenderly and you couldn’t stop from blushing and giggling. “Stop it Tae! You’re gonna make me faint due to lack of blood in the rest of my body.”

“That’s alright,” he said, “that way I’ll have an excuse to kiss you.”

Breathing? We don’t know her. You felt your lungs going empty, but your mouth was faster than your mind so you just said, “You don’t need any excuse, you can just kiss me.” You were shocked by your own words.

His eyes went wide and in a nano second his big hands were holding your cheeks, and his lips were centimeters away from yours. “You can back out now,” he whispered, but you closed the distance between you two, kissing his lips softly and shyly.

He pressed his lips a little stronger, they were soft, so addictive. When you were decided to deepen the kiss, he pulled back. You felt dizzy, in a bliss.

“I guess I’ll see you at school,” he said trying to say goodbye.

“Yeah...” you said spaced out.

“I- don’t wanna push you but, is there a possibility we can go out again?” he asked insecure. So cute!

“Sure! It was fun, it was perfect. Thanks so much,” you said smiling. He smiled back at you his beautiful boxy smile that drives you insane.

You saw him walk to his car and then leave. After breathing a deep sigh of happiness, you entered your house to jump into bed and fangirl about tonight.

@oddlymnsmh

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pain-somnia · 6 years

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Title: “dronk” Rating: M (no smut but it feels more appropriate than T) Pairing: SasuSaku and TenKarin Day’s Notes: Drunk Team Taka shenanigans but in a Real Life/College AU; I will possibly write more Team Taka College AU interactions (with possible changes to the Karin ships, only SasuSaku will stay the same) because @saradacchi loves SasuSuiKa friendship

She should have stopped him a few drinks ago.

And all of those shots were definitely a mistake.

Sasuke Uchiha was passed out and Karin wasn’t sober enough to worry about the way she was dragging his body as she pulled him by his legs.

Suigetsu was suppose to be holding Sasuke’s arms but he disappeared once they got outside. Karin wouldn’t be surprised if he got himself picked up and taken to the drunk tank.

I should have stayed home and cuddled with Tenten, Karin grumbled inwardly.

She propped Sasuke up so he was leaning against a streetlamp and sat on his other side so his head could roll over onto her shoulder.

“Ah, shit.”

Karin pressed the power button on her phone two more times, hoping it would come to life. No dice. Her battery had drained a while ago as she overzealously added snaps to her story.

She rummaged through the pocket of Sasuke’s utility jacket and pulled out his phone glad that he finally switched to a smartphone instead of the flip phone he used last semester.

“Here we go.”

Karin pressed Sasuke’s thumb on the home button on his iPhone and unlocked it. She was originally going to order an Uber to get them to her place but the feeling of tape on the back of Sasuke’s cell phone case was bugging her.

“What the fuck?”

Karin squinted her eyes and then removed her glasses before putting them back on when she remembered that she couldn’t see without them.

“Return...to...Sa..kura?” Karin frowned trying to remember what she knew about her friend.

They had become part of a group in their first semester when Suigetsu had forced them all to work on a project together. Karin wasn’t friends with anyone in university yet so it helped that Suigetsu dragged Jūgo over to her seat at the lecture hall.

Sasuke had been walking by, probably trying to figure out how to do all of the work on his own, when Suigetsu wrapped an arm around his neck and sat him next to Karin.

They sort of were stuck with each other ever since.

Karin scrolled down Sasuke’s contact list until she found a Sakura with blossom emoticons and a sparkling heart next to the name.

“Cute...”

Karin dialed the number and right before she realized what time it was, “Sakura” answered.

“Can’t sleep?” A sleepy voice giggled.

“No, actually, he’s passed the fuck out.”

“Umm...who’s━”

“Karin. I’m one of his school friends and I was trying to get him home but that asshole Suigetsu ran off on us.”

“And you’re calling me because…?”

“My phone’s dead and I’m too drunk to remember my girlfriend’s phone number and this idiot apparently has ‘Return to Sakura’ taped on his phone so here I am calling Sakura.”

“You sound very coherent for a drunk person.”

“Thanks. It’s a blessing.”

There was a pause and Karin thought maybe Sakura had fallen back to sleep.

“Are you somewhere safe?”

“Yeah, yeah totally.” Karin pushed back her bangs and took a deep breath. “Do you think you could come get us?”

“It would take me an hour possibly but yes. Anywhere you could go for now?”

“University Diner is twenty-four seven I could try and get us there. It’s only a block away.”

“Okay. I’ll try and get there as quickly as possible.”

“I lost my phone.”

Karin jumped, not expecting Suigetsu to say anything since the last time she saw him was in the bar.

“You didn’t have it when we went out. To prevent any regrets.”

“What was ringing in my pocket then?”

“Nothing you nimrod. Where’s Jūgo?”

Suigetsu went silent. If she wasn’t looking at him she would have thought that he passed out too.

“We lost Jūgo.”

“What do you mean we lost Jūgo?”

“I left ‘im in a safe place after he fell asleep but I can’t remember where…”

“You had one job Suigetsu.”

“To be fair.” Suigetsu took a long pause before his next set of words. “I’m drunk as fuck.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what are we doing?”

“We gotta take Sasuke to the diner. Then you’re going to look for Jūgo.”

“Can’t you just drag him there?”

“Grab his arms, stupid!”

. .

It was a total invasion of privacy. She would kill anyone if they did the same with her phone but Karin was one jager bomb too many in to care.

She was feeling wired from the energy drink but also slightly brain foggy and she needed to entertain herself somehow.

Sasuke was the weirdest person she had ever met. He had created folders for everything. Not a single app was allowed to float around on its own unless they were the apps on the toolbar.

She learned a lot about him though. He had one email account for gaming, another for school, and one for social media. Karin rolled her eyes that he even bothered with social media apps considering he rarely went on them.

She slid down the booth so her head rest on the top of the seat and sighed. Suigetsu went off to figure out where they had left Jūgo so she was stuck alone at the diner with a passed out Sasuke.

Karin balled up the wrapper to straw for her milkshake and flicked it at Sasuke’s nose. She was already bored with the games on his phone and although his dog was cute, there was only so much cute she could take before she cried because she was still kind of drunk and there was no puppy around for her to cuddle with.

Opening up the Notes app she thought she would find random class schedules and the like. Karin hadn’t expected to find locked notes.

Why would he lock notes?

Karin attempted to open one but it required a password and she couldn’t use Sasuke’s thumbprint to unlock it.

What would he hide? Photos? Sexts???

Karin gagged and put Sasuke’s phone down on the table. She picked it back up again when she realized she could use the contents of the locked notes for blackmail.

Karin wasn’t fond of scooping out the litterbox of the cat Tenten adopted and she could always get Sasuke to do it for her and a bunch of other errands.

But only if she knew the contents of the locked notes.

“Typical,” Karin huffed, blowing her hair out of her face. Sasuke was the type of person that didn’t need a hint to remind him of his password.

She groaned and stretched out her arms on the table top. Next time she was bringing Tenten along.She was her impulse control. Then maybe she would be at home getting smooches and cuddles instead of babysitting a grown ass man.

No. She would have to drag him back to her place where he would be drooling on the comfy couch she and Tenten coerced a salesman to give them at a discount. And then she would be disgusted. So then she would have to draw on his stupid pretty face with a permanent marker.

In fact, perhaps she could get one from one of the waitresses...

“I got here as quickly as I could!”

A pink haired girl plopped down across from her in the booth and brushed Sasuke’s hair out of his face.

Pink.

Pink!

“Your hair. Is pink.” Karin’s jaw dropped in fascination. She squinted her eyes and then backed away with a soft, “whoaaa..”

“Oh wow, you are drunk.”

The girl that could only be Sakura waved over a waitress and ordered a tomato mozzarella panini and cheese fries and a strawberry milkshake.

“He’s going to be hungry when he wakes up,” Sakura explained. She grabbed some napkins and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Your boyfriend is a hot mess.”

“Well, he doesn’t usually get this drunk. He doesn’t usually drink enough to get drunk.” Sakura’s mouth quirked to the side as she watched Sasuke’s nose wrinkle up when she smoothed his hair away from his face again.

“I should have realized that when after his fourth shot he shouted something about his girlfriend being his impulse control and slammed three more before promptly passing out.”

“Why did you guys go out drinking like this?”

“Well we just finished a paper and this is the first semester we could actually all go to a bar since Sasuke just turned twenty-one. But tell me how you’re his impulse control. He never talks about you outside of the small updates about what he does on breaks and every weekend.”

“How are you this coherent?”

“Like I said, it’s a gift.” Karin propped her chin on her hands and leaned forward on her elbows. “But please tell me more about yourself and Sasuke. I would like to know some embarrassing things about him while you’re here and he can’t stop me.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Boo you whore.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know all of Sasuke’s passwords?”

“We believe in trust in our relationship. Of course I know his passwords. We have nothing to hide from each other.”

Karin pulled out Sasuke’s phone and flipped it around to face Sakura.

“Then do you know the password to his locked notes?”

. .

“What are you doing?”

When Suigetsu returned to the diner━without Jūgo━Karin was scribbling on a napkin and the girl on Sasuke’s lockscreen was sitting across from her sipping at a milkshake. Sasuke was still passed out except now he was propped up against his girlfriend and drooling on her shoulder.

“We’ve tried like every possible password Sasuke could have used but we can’t unlock this folder of notes.”

Suigetsu looked at Sakura and then back at Karin. He looked at Sakura again for a full minute before holding out his hand.

“Give me the phone.”

“Okay but if we can’t figure it out how are you going━”

“Got it.”

Karin’s jaw dropped as Suigetsu slid the phone across the table. Where the gray lock screen was before was a picture of Sakura looking out a car window.

“What was it?” Sakura asked, eyebrows pulled down in frustration. She should have known him best.

“Bro code.”

“You still unlocked it, Sui.”

“Yeah but I’m not telling you what the password was.”

“Whatever.”

Karin started scrolling down and was confused the further she scrolled. They were all just normal candid photos of Sakura. Why would he━

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

All of the patrons of the diner turned to look at the source of the screaming. Karin shot them all a glare.

“What? What did you find?” Suigetsu attempted to grab the phone from her hand but she slapped his hand away.

“Not for your eyes!” She snapped at him.

Karin broke her glare to peek back down at the phone but then looked back up, her cheeks turning a blazing hot pink. She looked over at Sakura and shielded her eyes with a hand.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, handing the phone back to the source of her new discomfort. “The first set of pics looked so normal. I didn’t think he would have those.”

“Sasuke’s got nudes!” Suigetsu gasped, a giant grin spreading on his face. He pointed at Sakura and guffawed. “Her nudes!”

“Will you shut up!” Karin yanked on his shirt hard enough for him to fall into the booth. She looked over to Sakura who had gone paler than she already was.

Sasuke continued to snooze away on her shoulder despite all of the noise.

Karin hadn’t expected to meet so much of Sasuke’s girlfriend on their first meeting.

“I can show you my tits if that would make you feel better,” Karin offered.

“No thank you. I think I should just take you all home now.”

“Sui. Where’s Jūgo?”

“Oh shit! I knew I forgot something.”

#the password was totally powerofthepinkpussy but whatevs #don't worry the eventually found Jugo chilling at the drunk tank #ss fanfiction #sasusaku #day!fics

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dear-jjh · 6 years

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it was different tonight

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requested: yes! “hi omg I love seongwoo too so could i request a scenario for him? maybe something fluffy with a little smut if thats ok:) thank you so much<3” pairing: seongwoo x reader genre: fluff? smut? (light) word count: 2.2k summary: you end up encountering seongwoo in two awkward different situations in one party a/n: This particular scenario has been updated! I removed the “smut” but there was still a “scene” ;). Read it to find out hahaha (this was the first request sent to me and thank you for sending it! I had fun writing it tbh except for the smut part because it was really hard. please let me know how i did and if you liked it or not. its the first scenario i ever wrote so i know its not the best. it was rushed thats why its in point form! please let me know how i did! thank you and have fun reading!) CAN SOMEONE SEND ME LIKE A BETTER TITLE FOR THIS BC I REALLY SUCK AT TITLES, HELP YA GIRL OUT!! :)

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You were busy trying on dresses for the party later at one of your closest friend’s house

You finished all of your exams and needed to let out some steam. You needed this as a “breather” after a long ass stressful semester

You picked this navy blue dress and was about to try it on when your best friend Ahreum slammed open your apartment door crying and sobbing as if someone died??????

“HE BROKE UP WITH ME, HE CHEATED ON ME” she could hardly say it because she was literally sobbing on the floor

“oh my god what did I tell you!!!!!!!! I told you not to date him, you guys haven’t even dated for longer than a month, why are you like this?”

ok like you felt bad about your friend’s break up but you already gave her the warning that she shouldn’t date him because he was a f*ckboy…

“OK GET UP WE’RE GOING TO A PARTY, YOU NEED TO FORGET ABOUT YOUR SADNESS FOR TONIGHT. WHO KNOWS MAYBE YOU’LL FIND SOMEONE BETTER THERE” you exclaimed because it was literally 7 pm and the party will start at 8

she was still on the floor crying but your bestfriend realized that she probably needed to get drunk to forget about her ex so she decided to just go with you

anyways, back to you

you decided to wear the navy blue dress that you picked, it was kind of showy and it highlighted your curves but who cares you have no time anymore

one of the reasons why you were going to this party was because

first: to actually celebrate

maybe second: to see the guy you secretly like for almost a year or so now, you were pretty sure he was invited because your friend (who was throwing the party) knew you like him him so she decided to invite him so that you guys can maybe have some interaction or something

you and seongwoo have always been so awkward and you never really knew why?

you were awkward because, obviously you had a thing for him

but he was awkward for an unknown reason? maybe because he knew that you’ve been crushing on him which sucked if he did

your life would totally be over

in the hallways you would just smile at each other, not really having any other interaction

you had mutual friends and during gatherings you two would not really interact

if you did, it was just casual

just a hi and a hello

after that its awkward

you did actually talk a couple of times because you were in the same math class but that was it

sometimes he would need help to answer an equation

sometimes you’d ask for the notes that you missed

he was a popular guy at school, he was smart, athletic, good-looking, he was all of that, he was really nice too. you were head over heels for him

you were glad he wasn’t one of the fboys tbh because if he was, that would really be the only thing that could ruin his whole existence

ok anyways

when you were almost at your friends house, you felt nervous????? like wtf

“do I look okay”, “is this dress too ugly”, “should we just go back home” “suddenly im allergic to parties”

you had all those thoughts in your mind but you had no choice but to go since your friend already seemed excited about partying

while you were parking your car, you could already hear the screaming and the loud music from the house

you fixed your dress and your hair before you enter

ok theres a lot of people, is there anyway you can just go home??

there were people dancing on top of the tables, some making out, some looked intoxicated, wow people were so wild

you wanted to get some drinks so looked to your left you noticed that there were drinks on table and you were just about to tell your friend to come with you and get some but you lost her from your sight?

she was already holding a cup of beer and dancing with some guys?

wasn’t she just crying about her ex earlier?

ok anyways

you were headed to the table for the drinks

my god, it was a journey to get there

there were literally so much people that it was so hard to get through

when you reached the table, there was only one glass left

you reached for it but you noticed someone was about to reach for it too

you both touched the glass. now touching each other’s hand

you checked to see whose hand was it

it was ONG SEONGWOO

the one and only

the one you’ve secretly liked for a long time now

and the one who will not fall for you

no worries, you hopes weren’t as high

he was having an eye contact and youre basically touching each other’s hand

well this is awkward

but that’s not new because you guys are ALWAYS awkward

you snapped back to reality and said

“uh… you could take it!!”

“oh um NO its okay! you can have it” seongwoo said

“no really, its fine, I can just get another one!” you nervously exclaimed

“no (y/n)! im okay, it wasn’t for me anyways, it was for my friend. it also looks like it was just going to be your first drink so go ahead and take it” he said while handing you the glass with a smile on his face

oh my god did he just say your name

he knew your name!

surprisingly, he didn’t seem very awkward towards you at the moment? like you guys were actually talking

“oh okay uh…. okay um thanks!!!” you were about to turn your back when he held your wrist making you look back at him and he said

“you look…” he looked at you from head to toe checking you out “..hot and beautiful by the way” he continued

maybe he was drunk

but a huge part of you wished that he knew what he was saying and that his actions so far were starting to get your hopes up

really, now you just wanted to go home

I mean, who wouldn’t die if the person you like said youre beautiful and hot

“oh thanks!!! you too! see you around”

he gave you a sweet smile and good lord you were about to faint right there in front of him but you had to stay calm

surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward for the both of your tonight, you thought

maybe he doesn’t realize it because hes drunk or tipsy or something

its been a few hours since you saw seongwoo and honestly you were ready to go home but the alcohol you had earlier was finally hitting you

your friend insisted that you should just stay here and go home in the morning since it was dangerous to drive when youre drunk

her house was big and theres a lot of rooms so she said just choose whichever

you headed upstairs where some of the rooms were located

there were a couple of people upstairs but you noticed that 3 out of 4 rooms’ door were closed so you decided to go to the one near the bathroom at the end of the hallway

you opened the door and you realized that this was one of the rooms where you and your friends would have your sleepovers

your friend also told you to just use the clothes that were located in the closet just in case you wanted to wash up

you noticed that the bedsheets and comforter were a mess as if someone laid there but no one was there?

anyways, you got some clothing, just shorts and a tank top

and since this room did not have any bathroom inside, you decided to go to the one near it because you wanted to take a quick shower

the bathroom was literally just before the entrance of the bedroom so it was fine and by this time, there were basically no guests anymore who stayed upstairs

ok so you were about to open the door and when you opened it you were pulled in because someone from the inside opened it as well

now youre inside the washroom with the person who opened the door

the door was still open tho but the person was now infront of you

you were looking at the person’s lower body and you followed this persons body to see who it was

and right now you really just wanted to go home because this was just too unbelievable

you didn’t expect that he would be here after your encounter with him earlier

it was ong seongwoo

again…

in another awkward situation

this has to be one of the weirdest ways to encounter the person you’ve been eyeing on

in the washroom.

he looked shocked with what happened as his eyes wide open in shock

and tbh, you were too, who wouldn’t bee

“i… uh…. um I think I should just change in the bedroom” you nervously said

you were about to head out to go back to the bedroom when he held your waist with one hand and pulled you back. he closed the bathroom’s door and locked it

what the hell

your back was leaning on the sink but his hand was in your waist allowing you not to fall back and he was in front of you just about 5 inches away

thats too close but he was that close

he was just staring at you with a smirk on his face as his eyes match yours

he looked at you from head to toe, again, for the 2nd time tonight

“I really think I should leave im sorry if I didn’t—“ he didn’t even let you finish

he pulled you again and

he pushed you to the wall, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to keep

you still and in the state of shock

his right hand was in the wall beside you while his left hand is wrapped on your waist

you felt shivers through your spine as he tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you close

his eyes fixed on yours, the look of lust and longing would be seen in his stare

you weakened as you slowly attempt to make eye contact with his burning look

his body was against yours as he pulled you closer not letting go of your waist

he breathes, a hot breath, you smell beer

hes drunk, you thought

he was but, he was still in his right mind as he thrills you like this

he knew what he was doing and he knew that it was slowly driving you crazy

you felt your body tense as he tightened his grip on your waist

his right hand which was recently against the wall was now gently grasping your neck

slowly he close the gap in between you but pulling you in for a kiss

you were confused and surprised by his action

he kept kissing you and you naturally just gave in

the kiss started out to be light then it became really passionate

seongwoo was indeed a good kisser, there was no lie to that

in between your kisses, he sighed and said “god, you don’t know how long ive been wanting to do this to you”

you were stunned for a second but butterflies rushed into your stomach when he said those words and you couldn’t help but smile while kissing him and you noticed that he was smiling as well

you placed your hand around his neck while he was still kissing you

he said “ive liked you for a long time now and I didn’t know I would confess like this”

all you could do was chuckle to yourself

he didn’t give you a chance to talk and respond to what he said

instead, he kissed you with burning passion

his kisses were sweet and gentle

he cupped both of your cheeks

he kissed the left first and then the right

he kissed your forehead, which lasted longer than you thought

his and your eyes were closed cherishing this moment

forehead kisses made you feel important and safe in a way

he kissed your nose and back to your lips

he lovingly marked you

from your neck to your shoulders

this was a sense of symbol and affection that meant he owned you

once, he finished marking you

he gave you a slight nod and smile meaning you could do the same

he allowed you to seal him by leaving a bruised spot on his neck just under his jaw

you held his face with your right hand, cupping it

your thumb traced the three moles on his left cheek as you lightly giggle

your eyes interlock with his as you exchange loving stares

he held you hand left hand and kissed the back of your palm and all you could do was admire him

this wasn’t your typical way of confessing to the person you like but it was definitely a memorable one

his eyes met yours again and he laughed as he said

“so im guessing you like me too?”

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I’ll haunt the shit out of you- Chapter 1.

First of all- ghosts shouldn’t have anxiety.

Of all the fucking things that could have followed him into death- it had to be an ever-impending sense of doom and discomfort? Hadn’t he already reached his doom? Was death not doom enough?

Secondly- Katsuki listened to some god-awful music.

It hadn’t entirely been his decision to haunt Katsuki- though out of all the things that had happened to him since he died he supposed this was the thing that bothered him the least. Probably because it reminded him the most of when he had been alive.

He stood- or uh; floated now he supposed- there and tried to get Katsuki’s attention and either he ignored his existence entirely or he yelled and threw things and told him to go away.

Originally, he had just intended to go back home- because what the hell else was he going to do? And he had for a little bit- but his mother had cried and cried, and he just felt so terrible.

There was no consoling her, she just wept and looked at pictures of him and no matter how hard he tried to hug her; he just couldn’t reach her and it was just torture.

He was going to stick with it though; after all he was here for a reason he supposed and he should probably figure out what that reason was. But then he went to his funeral- and let me tell you that was the weirdest experience- ever.

Staring down at yourself lifeless in a coffin- like he knew he was dead but he was really dead. Like that was his body- laying there. Dead.

That was when he realized that ghosts- fucking have anxiety.

Well maybe not all ghosts- but he did; lets correct that. Ghosts had the capacity for anxiety.

How fucked up is that?

So, there he was- having a panic attack at his own funeral. Staring down at his lifeless green mop of hair and trying to tune out his mother’s high-pitched wails when Katsuki Bakugou looked him dead in the eye.

Now; he could have been looking somewhere else- it is entirely possible.

But Izuku just could not shake the feeling that he saw him.

Saw him.

He looked away quickly and left the funeral as quickly as his legs would take him and Izuku could have just brushed it off and gone home- but it wasn’t like anyone was going to miss him If he wasn’t there to awkwardly float around in the kitchen; or attempt to possess an all might doll.

So, he followed Katsuki home.

That had been a week ago and as it turns out.

Katsuki can see ghosts- or he can see Midoriya anyway. They hadn’t really delved into the seeing other ghosts part of things.

Also, as it turns out; Katsuki did not want to be able to see ghosts.

Which would have been fine if anyone else in then entire world could fucking see him- and believe him he tried. He followed every one of his classmates around the classroom- pulling faces and yelling and nobody so much as looked up from their worksheets or glanced in his direction.

So, they were in a bit of a situation.

“you can’t ignore me forever!” he yelled, positioning himself between Katsuki and his homework.

The boy huffed putting his eyes anywhere but on Izuku and continuing to work.

“I know you can see me” he added taking the liberty to wiggle around a bit on top of Kacchan’s desk.

Still no eye contact.

Of course, not because when had Kacchan ever made anything easy.

Midoriya huffed.

Of all the people in the world that could see him; and he had to get stuck with this surly asshole who won’t even acknowledge his existence. It was stupid. He wished his mother could see him; or Iida they would at least talk to him. They wouldn’t make him feel like maybe he was crazy- maybe he was just a crazy ghost yelling at a teenage boy who couldn’t hear him at all.

He wished-

He wished he wasn’t fucking dead is what he wished.

But that option was long gone so he settled for wishing that Katsuki would just fucking answer him for once. Because he knew- he knew he had to be able to see him.

He caught him staring- when he though he wasn’t looking.

At spots that would just be blank wall- but never the same spot. Spots that only made sense to stare at because Izuku was there.

He caught him whispering things- under his breath.

Soft reassurances that he was fine- that it was the grief talking. That he wasn’t crazy.

Caught him snickering when he had all but flown through Minatas’s head- still half worried he would get stuck in the stupid grape juice balls the dumb kid had attached to him.

But after all this he still hadn’t believed a single word out of Izuku’s mouth and it was driving him mad.

He flung himself across the room, as dramatically as you can when you don’t really have legs- or arms; or body mass at all.

Just a vague outline of where those used to be.

He had been trying and nothing was getting through to this kid and he was about at his wits end.

He didn’t know what to do anymore- what do you do when you’re dead? You’re supposed to pass on- do something but he was stuck here.

He was stuck here, and he didn’t know how to get back and he didn’t know how to cross over, and he was just- stuck.

With this asshole- and his stupid rap goes country- bullshit CDs that Izuku could hardy understand, and it just made him so angry he could explode- he tried to slam his fist into the cd player willing it with all his might to just die.

He surprised himself when the contact his hand made was solid and the cd player crashed onto the floor.

“what the fuck?” Katsuki yelled “what are you doing you stupid nerd?”

“you can see me!” he had yelled back relishing the fact that he finally got Katsuki to speak to him; even if that hadn’t been the original intent; but hey he wasn’t going to complain.

“of course, I can fucking see you!” he hissed back- “you’re here all the fucking time and I can’t manage to get you to go away! You’re in my room, and following me to class, and hovering over me when I try to do my classwork I can’t even threaten to kill you because you’re supposed to already be dead!”

Katsuki sounded angry but his face betrayed him- it was pale, his normally firm unwavering stance was slightly off kilter and his breathing was uneven.

He was scared.

Izuku had scared him.

He didn’t know if he should feel bad, or laugh.

“you could have at least acknowledged I exist.” Izuku huffed.

“yeah and let everyone think I’m insane? No thank you?” Kacchan brushed him off.

Midoriya thought about it for a moment- deciding that it was fair; at least partially that Kacchan was ignoring him after all they didn’t really want Heroes that talked to their ex classmates long after they were buried. That was just on the wrong side of crazy.

But when they were here- when they were alone and nobody else was around. Well he didn’t see why he had to float around aimlessly when Kacchan could see him. Could talk to him even.

“you could just talk to me when we’re here.” He suggested- and Kacchan’s face twisted in annoyance Midoriya rushed to elaborate before he could say no. “because you’re the only one who knows I exist- and I think If I don’t talk to someone soon I’m going to explode.”

Kacchan said nothing.

But he didn’t look away from him either and Izuku couldn’t help but think that this was a point they wouldn’t come back from and he honestly didn’t know if he was happy about it or not.

“fine.” He finally muttered. “but you have to relax a little at school- you’re really distracting im going to fall behind.”

Izuku considered it a minute and then nodded. It seemed like a fair trade- he would get someone to talk to and all he had to do was be a little less distracting in class. That couldn’t be too hard.

“deal.” He replied- and he felt- happy.

He wasn’t sure what he expected would happen when he died; but he was sure it wasn’t this. He didn’t expect to be floating around as a ghost- he didn’t expect to still feel things so vividly. Like he was still- alive. Everything in life had not prepared him for this and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was somehow doing everything wrong

Because leave it to Izuku Midoriya to not even be able to die properly. Honestly- he could have messed it all up because he didn’t quite remember what happened to begin with.

One minute he was walking down the street; and he heard someone screaming for help- and he rushed down the ally to find a woman drenched in her own blood held against a wall by -someone that he couldn’t quite place. He remembers fighting- vaguely; and he remembers it being harder and harder to breath and then he remembers blacknes.

Dark. And cold- and then nothing.

The next thing he remembers is staring down at himself in a hospital bed- wires hooked up to him everywhere; beeping, and screaming and crying and so many doctors clamoring to fix it.

But- it couldn’t be fixed.

He had struggled for a little while- to figure out what was going on. Because his mother was weeping and begging him to come back and he couldn’t because he was right here.

And she just couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him.

He would have screamed his throat raw if he could have- because he just wanted to be there. To help her.

Some fucking hero he was.

but this was his life now; or his death- he supposed.

He didn’t really know what to call it because it felt like he was sill living. He still laughed, and cried, and had panic attacks. He still wanted to learn- he still wanted to live.

It didn’t feel, final like death was supposed to feel.

And he still had Kacchan-

He didn’t know if it made it better or worse.

Because sometimes it made him forget that he was- you know.

And sometimes- sometimes that was good and other times it was terrible because he let himself forget and for a minute everything was the same.

He was still pushing himself into spaces that Kacchan didn’t want him in- still making terrible jokes and assessing everything around him. Kacchan was still calling him a stupid nerd- but was asking his opinion a little bit more; because after all he was there when he was training. Watching- so it would have been stupid not to.

And for a little while it would be beautiful- and then he would remember.

Or- he would stop pretending.

And he would realize that nothing was the same at all.

That he wasn’t a student anymore- even though he sat through the classes in the back of the room- and he wasn’t a son because his mother had lost her son and he was just a-

He was just a ghost.

Of a person who used to be a person but was now just-

He didn’t fucking know.

And that’s when it would always hit him.

The panic-

The overwhelming fear that he had no idea what he was doing- or where he was going and he didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do because ghosts aren’t supposed to be real. And he wasn’t supposed to be one and he just didn’t know how to stop- being.

The worst part about panic attacks when you’re a ghost- is that you cant breathe to calm yourself down. You just have to let it happen- and remind yourself through the haze of emotions coursing through your non corporeal frame that- the worst that could possibly happen to you.

Has already happened.

And you just have to hope it will go away.

Or at least that’s all he had figured out so far.

Except this time it just wasn’t really working- which was fine; great even because why the hell would he need to be doing anything else other than trying to breathe air into lungs that don’t exist.

And this time was worse- because Kacchan had to walk in right in the thick of it and if Midoroya wasn’t already dead he would have wished he was.

“what’s wrong?” Katsuki asked sounding almost concerned- and Midoriya should have seemed more surprised- but he wasn’t really. Because you don’t spend every waking second with someone and not grow at least a little bit attached to them

Even if you hated them before.

But he couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t find words.

And he just- floated there. Probably looking like a dead fish.

And Katsuki looked confused- and worried.

Midoriya wanted to help him but he was wrapped up in his own panic- wrapped in this preassure- tight and unrelenting and he was fucking drowning in it and he couldn’t come up for air no matter how hard he tried.

“breathe.” Kacchan reminded him.

And wasn’t that just rich.

He laughed- sharp and mocking and a little too full of spite for his liking but there Is something about dying that puts a bit of a damper on ones overwhelming optimism and he coudnt help but be a little jaded.

“I cant fucking breathe” he retorted- still laughing like maybe he had gone mad- he felt a little like he had gone mad because one second everything was crashing around him and the next everything was still crashing but he was laughing and- maybe this is what madness felt like. “im dead.” He finally finished after a good bout of laughter.

Katsuki was staring at him- like he was crazy.

Which was fair- because what teenage boy needs a fucking crazy anxiety ridden ghost of his ex classmate in his bedroom.

But then he was laughing too.

And they were both laughing- and Kacchan’s face had this way of just glowing when he laughed- he almost forgot what that looked like but here they were- and he was fucking laughing- and nothing was okay; and he was dead for gods sakes but- for a minute, it felt like it was all going to turn out alright.

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edenfalling · 7 years

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Ooh! Homestuck, Dirk, Roxy, cuddle. It's the post-Sburb world, and there are too many people all the time, and only Dirk and Roxy want to flee screaming to a (pair of) faraway mountains. Bring back the blissful solitude of the post-apocalypse.

Notcompliant with the credits snapchats, because reasons. :) [2,700 words]

---------------------------------------------Some Little Talk aWhile of Me and Thee---------------------------------------------

The stupid part is, up until that one moment, Roxy washaving a really good night. All her friends (except Dirk, who hung grimly onthrough dinner and absconded immediately thereafter) together in one room, enoughdinner for everyone to eat their fill and then dessert on top of that, thepleasant ache of an honest day's work building the infrastructure of their newworld... yeah. A good night.

Except the thing is, as much as she needs people -- and sheneeds people a lot, needs that feedback loop of attention paid and returned --there's a big difference between hanging out online and hanging out with adozen people jammed together in a single room. And she hasn't been gettingalone time during the days either, always busy working with a crew ofcarapacians (who at least are quiet) and consorts (who are emphatically not).

Roxy doesn't notice the slow buildup of stress, but she canpinpoint exactly when the night tips from I-can-manage to oh-god-make-it-stop.

She's been kibitzing on the edges of Rose, John, and Jane'smeal planning session (defusing any baby disagreements before they grow intoanything serious), keeping half an ear on the Pictionary session Callie,Kanaya, and Terezi have going in the far corner, and watching Jade gleefullyannihilate Dave and Karkat at Mario Kart. It's maybe a little bit much to betracking all at once, but the satisfaction outweighs the strain until Davethrows a piece of popcorn at Jade, who teleports it into the tangle of Karkat'shair, who draws breath in preparation for an inside-voice-what-inside-voicerant, and Roxy is abruptly and completely done.Zip, zilch, finito, cutlery shop's closed up and all the merchandise is gone.

She shoves herself up from the warm and squashy armchair shestaked out as her private territory back when they first built this grouphouse, and says to nobody in particular: "I'm gonna go check on Dirk, it'sbeen a while since he noped out and I want to make sure he hasn't broken his neckor started a robot apocalypse in his sleep."

Rose and Jane break off their debate over the relativemerits of fish tacos and sushi to give her a pair of sharp glances. John justlooks adorkably confused.

Roxy dredges up a smile from her last reserves of sociability.

It must not be very convincing, because Rose frowns andtenses like she's going to ask if Roxy needs any help, or maybe even stand upand give her a hug. Her concern is like a warm mug of hot chocolate, but thething about warm mugs of hot chocolate is they're awesome on a frigid winterday after messing around in the snow for a couple hours, but this specific timeand place are more like a metaphorical scorching summer day when you're alreadysugared out and anything sweet makes you want to gag. In other words, amomdaughter's loving attention is nice in theory, but it's not conducive tonoping the fuck out of the room, not to mention if anyone touches her rightnow, Roxy might actually break down and scream.

Fortunately, Jane rescues her.

She does something to Rose -- elbows her? kicks her underthe coffee table? hard to say -- and while Rose is busy trying to regather hertrain of thought, Jane grins at Roxy, somehow managing to make the expressionboth obviously fake and equally obviously made of 24-carat solid goldsincerity.

"That sounds like an excellent plan!" she says."When you find him, tell him that Jade needs to run the latest plans forthe electricity grid past him, particularly the battery storage systems forevening the solar and wind outputs. I think the files are in the civilengineering dropbox account, so he shouldn't need to ask her for anything untilhe's finished reviewing and annotating them."

Roxy nods.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Scram!" Janemakes little shooing motions with her hands.

Rose, apparently catching on to Roxy's actual state of mind,smiles benevolently and waves goodbye. "Au revoir," she says in herperpetually dry tone. "If anyone asks where you are, I'll tell them I sentyou to give daddy dearest my love, perhaps in the form of seagull pie."

Jane rolls her eyes. John snickers and sticks out his tonguein mostly mock-disgust.

"Thanks, guys," Roxy manages to say, and flees.

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After a indeterminate period of time trying not tohyperventilate in her en suite bathroom, she sits cross-legged on her bed andwonders if she ought to make good on her escape excuse.

Dirk's even worse with large groups than Roxy is and doesn'tmake any attempt to pretend otherwise, but he's still human (no matter how muchhe sometimes dislikes that fact) and even the most introverted human is, atbase, a social animal. And not all contact has to be as overwhelming as groupevents.

Roxy pulls out her phone, briefly contemplates calling him,then tosses that plan right the fuck out the window. Voices are bullshit. Textis their mutual mother tongue, and she'd bet at least half a baby universe Dirkisn't up for vocalizing right now.

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering timaeusTestified[TT] --

TG: the thing nobody ever tells you about other people ishow fuckin NOISY they areTG: amiright?TG: i never thought id say this, but i miss ourpost-apocalyptic disaster zoneTG: not like, the looming threat of the batterwitch n shit,but the quietTG: maybe even some of the survivalist stuffTG: rose and the crockerberts gave me the weirdest look wheni said we should make seagull pie for our next movie night extravaganzaTG: there is GOOD EATING on seagullsTG: and they make a nice change from fish you know?TG: i thought id finally gotten away from descaling fishwhen we ditched sea hitlers water hellscape, but nopeTG: here we are back to fish for every meal that doesnt comestraight from our alchemiters and dwindling stocks of gristTG: (its ok you dont have to talk back if you dont want to)TG: (i just wanted to bitch to someone who gets it)TT: It's cool.TT: I know exactlywhat you mean about the quiet.TT: If you're game toendure the ultra minimum of human contact, i.e., breathing within the samecubic meter of air, I'm on the roof by the south chimney.TT: If not, I can seethe dock and it's currently unoccupied.TT: Assuming this isa day when the incessant susurrus of waves will invoke positive memories ratherthan negative ones, that could make a decent temporary retreat.TG: awww, ur a sweetie, sitting watch over our friends likea depressed gargoyleTG: on due consideration im ok with breathing your grosspre-breathed airTG: maybe if we get really daring we can work up to touchingpinky fingers!TG: le gaspTT: Scandalous. What will the neighbors say?TT: But I'm down forperversion if you are, Ms. Lalonde.TG: k hang onto your panties, im coming up

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering timaeusTestified[TT] --

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Roxy scrambles over the edge of the roof (she could justfly, of course, but where's the fun in that?) to find Dirk not just near thesouth chimney but actually curled up in the angle where it meets the solartiles, using the heat radiating from the bricks to counter the early autumnchill. He has his shades off in deference to the darkness, but his eyes are closedinstead of aimed up toward the frankly gorgeous light of the pink and whitemoons, both approaching full tonight.

Roxy flops back against the dark tiles of the roof, armsspread wide, and watches the moons flirt with thin veils of cloud. Her friends'voices drift out of the open windows downstairs, but distance and the ambientsounds of wind and wave blur them into a companionable sort of white noise. Theconsorts' various weekend parties are louder, but further away; noticeable onlywhen a line or two of song finds a favorable breeze or a new branch tossed on abonfire sends a gust of sparks above the trees and roofs of the slowly growingtown.

The carapacians' celebrations, of course, make no sound.

She and Dirk breathe in companionable silence for nearly anhour, while the white moon travels fifteen degrees toward zenith and the pinkmoon nearly twenty degrees in the same direction, edging toward partialeclipse. Roxy's still kind of giddy over the orbital mechanics of a three-bodysystem, and the difference two moons make in the rhythm of the tides. It couldtake years to work the changes into her bones.

She has years tospend on things like that. She spent her whole childhood isolated and trappedunder an incessant, shadowy weight. Now it's gone. She's free. She's not aloneanymore.

It would be nice if she were better at coping with thatchange.

Beside her, Dirk sighs, pulls his legs up to his chest, andrests his face between his knees. Something's gone cockeyed in his head again,and if nobody interrupts him he'll just debate himself into knots and grandiose'for your own good' bullshit stunts.

And hey, an hour of silence isn't enough to get Roxyanywhere near ready to face a crowd, but it's more than enough to talk to heroldest friend.

"The dumbest thing," she says, jumping straight inbecause what's the sense in wasting mouth noises on irrelevancies, "isthat weekend movie nights aren't even party-parties,nothing loud or crazy intense. It's just all our best friends hanging out oncomfy sofas playing goofy sleepover games, but stupid me got so wound up I hadto run screaming into the night. Otherwise I would've lost my shit at them overfish tacos and a popcorn fight, and that's just wrong with a capital R."

"Capital W," Dirk mutters, uncurling slightly andtilting his head until a sliver of orange iris is visible over the edge of hisright knee.

"Pedant," Roxy says, rather than draw attention tohis temporary lack of shades. "I just keep thinking, it shouldn't bug meso much. You've got a perfect excuse to flip out at extended socialinteractions, mister raised-by-robots. I actually had real live neighbors. Ishould be over this by now."

Dirk shrugs, which looks incredibly doofy when he's allcurled up like a pill bug. "As people keep telling me, brains aren'tparticularly logical organs. Besides, there's a pretty big difference betweensign language and a dozen plus people with actual vocal cords, some of whomhave a tragically shaky grasp of appropriate volume control."

"Ha. Yeah. Still."

"Still," Dirk agrees.

Roxy spreads her arms wide, staring up at the moons and theas-yet-unnamed constellations of their new universe, galaxy, solar system.Their new sun's a little brighter than Sol used to be -- a little smaller inthe sky, a little more pure-white than yellow-white -- and more like Alternia'ssun in its position vis-à-vis galactic center, which makes for some amazinglydense and brilliant starscapes. And she's saying this as a person who grew upwith no artificial light to blank out old Earth's night skies.

"Humans made the trolls' signs into constellationswithout any outside influence, just the shape of the universe orsomething," she muses. "I wonder if it's cheating to design ourconstellations ourselves."

Dirk shrugs again, a faint movement of shadow against darkershadow in the corner of her vision. "All our sessions were fucked from thestart; we had to cheat just to get out alive. What's a little more cheatingcompared to that? Ethical qualms aside, I'm pretty sure this planet isn't goingto be the focus of any future Sburb sessions. That dubious honor goes to the billionsof native planets kicking around this universe. If anyone's getting gentlymanipulated into using three-eyed cats and purple horrorterrors as part oftheir star myths, it's all those statistically inevitable aliens out there inthe wild black yonder."

"I bet their myths kick ass," Roxy says.

"I believe that's more or less implicit in thedefinition of the word. I'm not sure what they'll make of a hat or an LPrecord, though," Dirk says.

This time it's Roxy's turn to shrug. "Old-schoolD&D monsters, maybe? Or no, ten gets you one they'll go with crows andseagulls instead." She pauses, reconsiders. "Then again, Terezi'ssymbol is basically a giant lab tool with a shit-ton of cultural baggage, andKarkat's is kind of like, handcuffs, right? Maybe hats wind up as a symbol ofintellect and general badassery -- oh! or artificial life, like Frosty theSnowman's magic hat, 'cause of your robots and puppets thing -- and recordssymbolize creativity and art and stuff."

"Hats as a symbol of hubris and overreach, morelikely," Dirk mutters.

Roxy wriggles sideways until she's just close enough toflick the fingertips of her left hand against the side of his shoe. "Knockit off, dumbass. Nobody gets to badmouth my best friend -- not even my bestfriend."

Dirk unburies his face and meets Roxy's eyes straight on,one eyebrow raised. "I was under the impression that that title belongedto either Jane or Calliope. When did I inherit the position, and why was I notpreviously informed of this change in status? Are you sure you're followingfriend protocol correctly?"

Roxy flicks his shoe again. "Friendship is a bigcategory! You're all, like, different instantiations of the concept of 'bestfriend' -- Callie's my squee and kissing partner, Janey's my partner in crime,Rosie's my sister, Jake's my goofing off friend, Dave's my surrealism feedbackdude, John's my maybe-kinda-sorta other kissing partner, and so on and soforth. You, Dirk Strider, are theperson who knows me best in two and a half entire fucking universes. Okay?You're the one who knows what it's like. If I ever run off to be a hermit on amountaintop, I want you to come be a hermit on the mountain next door. We cansend heliograph messages back and forth, or learn how to yodel and shit, andonce a month we'll get together and have a wild and crazy hermit party, justthe two of us. That's the kind of best friend you are for me."

Dirk is silent for a long moment. Then he unwraps his righthand from his legs and lets it drop downward until his fingertips are justbrushing the soft, ticklish (completely un-carapacian) skin of Roxy's leftwrist, right over the veins carrying blood back to her heart.

"All that, back at you," he says.

Roxy blinks back a sudden rush of tears, and laces theirfingers together. Dirk lets her.

"Jade has some electric grid plans for you to lookover," she says after a minute. "You can do that anywhere,right?"

"Yeah," Dirk says.

"Then come seagull hunting with me tomorrow. Just the twoof us, out on the water. Like old times. I have a harpoon gun I've been wantingto try out, and we can tell anyone who complains that we're taking soundingsand stuff for potential tidal generators. Hell, we can even actually do that.But I miss you. I keep getting tangled up in everyone else and losing sight ofus."

Dirk squeezes her fingers. From him, it's as good as a hug.

"Yeah," he says. "It's a plan."

Roxy looks up at the night sky rather than try to put heremotions into words. There's a patch that looks a bit like a cat with wings, ifshe squints and takes some heavy artistic license. She holds up her phone inher right hand and adjusts the camera settings until she can snap a usefulpicture. She'll photoshop the constellation in later tonight and show it toDirk tomorrow: their friendship, immortalized in stars.

"Cool," she says.

They watch the pink moon overtake the white one in silence,fingers still entwined, the same air pumping in and out of their lungs.

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It's still a little disjointed, I think, but whatever. Iwin. \o/

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I wandered through Google docs and all I found was this...

So slept all damn day... But it was OKAY! Because I had a dream.

And in this dream, My boyfriend and I were living in a post apocalyptic wasteland that was like Diablo 3, Skyrim and Borderlands all in one. And and... he wasn’t actually a human.

He had this mask on most of the dream that covered the lower half of his face. Totes magotes was one of those skull like bike masks. The neat leather ones that are all molded and carved. HE never would tell me why he wore it, and I never saw him take it off for like... ever. Then we get to this one town and he’s all

‘I have to see a person about a curse,” And i just roll with it. And the person trying to break the curse is like “yah gotta take that their mask off so I can see the damage.” AND HE TAKES OF THE MASK HE”S NEVER TAKEN OFF FOR YEARS.

(This was very important to my dream self. Cuz damn did I love the man but I knew something had to be up. Doesn’t eat in front of me, doesn’t give kisses.)

So he gets all flustered cuz this lil old wild west lookin lady is telling him to take his mask off and I’m just sitting there like, yes. take that damn thing off. So he does, and it’s the neatest/weirdest visual my brain has ever given me.

His fucking mouth is literally floating in front of his face like a hologram. All jittery and grainy and just weird. Like there's no hole in his face, it's all smooth. From the side you can see this projected mouth floating but from the front it's flush like a snapchat filter.

He’s all super self conscious and I’m just in awe and like, Oh, this is why you don’t kiss. Western lady just waves me off and i leave them to their task.

Then some other bull shit happens. (mainly me defending his honor when a dick steals his mask, then later having to rescue him and a bunch of other significant others from a psychotic doctor that pissed off all the womenfolk in town. Lots of blood and death, because I can’t ever just have a pleasant dream.)

After I get my man back from the ass hats that kidnapped him we head back to where the old lady had her shop. It’s apparently now an inn of some sort and we chill at the bar. I’m not really feeling it after having to kill the assholes in the murder house/doctors office. I keep asking him if it made me as bad as them. Which according to him I wasn’t. I apparently always went into situations without weapons, because I thought that meant I was performing premeditated murder, so if someone attacked me and I grabbed the closest pointy thing, it was self defence and the protection of others.

As I continue to mope he keeps trying to comfort me- rubbing his hands across my shoulders and up and down my arms, Pulling me into his side trying to hug me while we sat on the stools, nuzzling the top of my head and placing little kisses on my forehead.

Yup, that got my attention and startled me out of the funk. I turn to him with eyes wide and just stare. My brows furrowing as I can’t quite grasps that I’m seeing him without his mask. Or rather that after seeing him earlier with the floaty mouth, that I’m seeing his face looking I suppose, normal. He looks sheepishly at me and rubs the back of his head as I just let my face fall into a glower. I felt stupid for not noticing he was looking ‘normal’ and just couldn’t deal with it.

He got up from his stool and held his hand out to me, mentioning we should go get some rest. I just stared at his hand, then back to his face. My gaze kept falling back to his mouth, and I knew he knew because he just kept giving me this cheeky little grin.

I flung myself from my stool at him and as he caught me, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and kissed him thoroughly. (Somehow he could not only catch me fat ass but could carry me, which in waking world I only weigh like 15-20 lbs less then him lol.) My momentum, and the suddenness of my affectionate assault cause him to step backwards into a wall with a thud, so he just leaned back and kissed me fervently.

Next thing I know we are on the floor making out, the old lady tells us to go to our room, so he scoops me up all bride style and we go upstairs. My mind actually didn’t let me watch my own smutt.

After everything though, I’m laying on his chest as he runs his fingers across teh skin of my back. I’m all sorts of relaxed but I’m curious now. SO I ask him what was up with the curse.

“Well, I apparently pissed off some chick years and years ago and she had her mom curse me with an interdimensional portal for a mouth.” I snorted as he said this and looked up at him, brows arched.

“You’re kidding me, right?” he just shakes his head and leans his face down towards my ear.

“It didn’t work right though.”

“No shit.”

“I’m not exactly human. So it did that floating thing instead of a gaping hole.” Now I look up at him, and due to him being so close we bump noses.

“I had a feeling that was the case. I’ve never seen you eat.” I screwed my face up thought. “What are you then, handsome?”

He chuckles softly, hugging me close. “Close your eyes and I’ll show you.”

I complied and rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the odd rhythm of his heart. “Am I going to freak out in a bad way, or in my normal ‘this is awesome’ way” I asked softly, I could feel his body shift beneath me. COuld feel his body temperature increase then go cold. If suddenly felt like I was too small, my legs wide trying to straddle his waist.

He let out a hiss of breath and low rumble shook me through his chest.

“You can look now.”

I braced myself instead. My hands glided up what had been his chest, but now felt like his waist had elongated. Fingers brushed against taunt muscle, muscles that were much larger than I could recall. Finally my hands grasped his shoulders and I pulled myself slowly up his body, hoping that when I opened my eyes, we’d be at least eye-mouth level.

Fangs in a slightly wider version of that cheeky grin I had only earlier been introduced too. Those were the first thing I saw. I close my eyes again quickly looked back over my shoulder, trying to see what exactly had happened there too. While he was lanky before, he seemed more so now, though all the lank was muscled like a great cat. Taking in a shuddering breath I felt him run his hands down my back, and what felt like claws gently tracing his fingers path. All the way down to my hips, where he let them lay, gently kneading my flesh. I squeezed my eyes shut and turn back forward, my lip caught between my teeth as I prepared myself.

I think it was the way his eyes were glowing, yet pitch black that made my heart flutter. They were like looking at old photos of black holes, and watching in the videos how they consumed their neighbors. I brought a hand up and traced his jawline. All the angles of his face were different- more angled, more sharp. But I still saw the man I’d been with for ages, especially when the corners of his eyes crinkled as he leaned his face down to rest his forehead against mine.

I couldn’t help but swallow hard and blush. I looked at him through my lashes and quirked a brow.

“So, you’re still hot. What the fuck?” He just laughed and leaned back on the pillows. I pulle dmy hands under my chest and pushed up from his.

“And you have horns. That’s not fucking fair.” I crossed my arms against my chest and huffed in mock annoyance. I felt so silly being this enamored with him in this form, but I guess after the time we had been together, one of us getting a style/physical level up was a bit more then I could handle. He laughed again, then ran his now dark blue tongue across his lips, his thumbs pressing into the crook of my hips. I dropped my arms and rested my hands on his, rubbing my fingers across his knuckles. His fingers felt much longer and as I watched him watching me, I give him a slow smile.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I finally asked. He let out a snort and shrugged.

“Honestly, I haven’t been back in this form since before I met you. That curse kinda screwed things up.” He sat up then, pulling me close as we shifted positions. I nuzzled my face into his neck and sighed.

“It’s not fair.” Bringing a hand to my face he shifted me so I was looking at him.

“I’m sorry, pretty lady.” He kissed me softly and I sighed against his lip.

“I want to have a hot, cool form too.” I mumbled as he hugged me to his chest and pulled me back down onto the bed. He buried his nose in my hair and let his fingers wander my body.

“You can go back to the other form, right?” He hummed an affirmative and I snuggled closer. “Good, cuz I might not always be in the mood to be out shone by, whatever it is you are. But considering our entire relationship has only ever been cuddles, and screwing, I’m happy you have a mouth.” I can feel im laughing in his chest and join in. It was ridiculous.

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