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to build a home | chapter nine

Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.

Word count: 9.7k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol. best dad koo worried about the future 🥺, explicit protected sex!, oh boy here we go – edging, orgasm denial, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), spanking, dom!jk, sub!oc, they both have potty mouths so a lot of dirty talk, they’re so cute, jimin and lucy have no chill. i think that’s all!

Author’s note: i was in such a soft mood when i was writing this so i’m sorry if it gets very poetic whenever its their inner monologues and i’m sorry there’s a lot of inner monologue in this one lol – a lot of feelings are being felt! and explored! and the two of them are realizing things!! but i hope u enjoyed! thank u for being so patient with me and my god awful time management! i love every single one of you. thank u for the love u always send my way <33 i’m sending it right back! xx

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter Nine

Jungkook bounces Soori in his arms, cooing at her excitedly, trying to coax her into showing her grandparents her most recent milestone.

“Come on, baby. Say daaa,” he begins, laughing slightly at her nonchalant expression. “Hey, let’s show grandma and grandpa, come on. Daaa,” he tickles her belly for good measure.

Her loud baby giggles fill the room, putting near stars in the eyes of her grandparents. “Da-da,” she finally gives, closing her chubby fists on her dad’s hand, attempting to push them away. When he ceases the tickles, she looks up at him, tentatively bringing his hand back on her round tummy and staring into his eyes as she waits for him to do it again. He does, emitting those sweet sounds from her once over.

“Oh! Ggukie.” His mother’s voice is soft, a rare occurrence that Jungkook doesn’t miss. “She is so smart. So, so smart.”

“She’s not even one, yet! She’s advanced.” His dad’s words shock him – never having been one for premature praise.

He looks at Soori, a proud smile on his face. She can break even the toughest of men. She’s magic.

“Right? She’s going to be walking in no time, too.” He brags.

“All before one, as well! You didn’t walk until one and a half.” His mother points out, the glass of red wine in her hand swaying a bit at her exaggerated motions.

“Honey, did you tell him about our birthday gift for Soori?” His dad asks, tone suddenly stern as he composes himself from swooning over his grandchild.

“No, honey. I was going to wait until her birthday next week. But since you haven’t practiced patience since 1973, I guess we can tell him now.”

Jungkook laughs at their harmless bickering. “You guys didn’t have to get her anything.”

“No, son. Trust me – this benefits you as well.”

“We have made a rather generous donation to the Saint Edgard School for Young Ladies. In your name, of course. Which consequently guarantees her a spot in their challenging day-care program and pre-school. Once inside she can look forward to a life filled with the nation’s finest academic curriculum.” Jungkook looks at Soori when he hears the world curriculum. His mother simply smiles, taking a sip from her wine.

“The nation’s? The world’s! Ggukie, it’s the education you received and I have to say, son…,” his father hesitates for a while, eyes fixated on the wall. “You have proven to be nothing but a gifted entrepreneur. It’s in your blood, of course. But it’s in the education that was provided to you from a young age, too.”

“It’s what landed you a safe spot in the Ivy Leagues, darling. We want the same for Soori. She has so much potential.” His mother adds.

Jungkook looks down at his daughter. She smiles at him, shining that bright smile his way – her tongue peeking from between her four tiny teeth. It’s a new habit she’s picked up and by far his favourite. He doesn’t doubt it, her potential. When he pictures her growing up, he sees her shining that light wherever she goes. He tries not to think about it much – far too melancholic of a thought for his own good, yet inevitable. All parents see the best in their kids, he knows. But he sees her in bright lights, full of passion and a world of talents.

That’s as far as it goes, though. He’s never gotten specific about them – ultimately believing that they were going to bloom on their own, not coaxed by him or the nation’s finest academic curriculum. Scratch that. The world’s.

It takes him by surprise, really. The approach a little too gentle for what his beliefs are. Or at least what he thought his beliefs were. He winces when he contemplates the possibility of Soori not wanting to pursue higher education – a bit dumbfounded at how not terrified he feels by the thought alone.

He realizes his thoughts are stretching into the future in astronomical lengths. Before this moment, he’d never even considered day-care. Didn’t even know it could be challenging.

He also realizes that when he pictured her in pre-school, he didn’t imagine her in plaid uniforms and grey walls. The image resembled something quite similar to what he’s seen when he’s picked up Dae from the library on Saturdays. A colorful space, screaming children, crayons scattered all over the floors. Someone loving and patient guiding her and teaching her – telling her stories.

“Thank you,” he says, deciding it’s better to not voice his thoughts. “I mean, she hasn’t even turned one. I don’t know how I feel about day-care just yet and ___-”

“Ah! That young lady is fascinating. But soft. This is Jeon blood right here son – pure and supple. She needs firm hands guiding her path.” His father speaks, raising from his seat on the couch and walking over to Soori, patting her head.

“It’s never too early to think about the future, darling. I would love to see a woman taking on the reins of our legacy.”

“The West End was always meant for great success, son. So were you. And so is she.” His father nods once, short and curt, before he proceeds to walk over to their dining space.

Jungkook’s mother walks over to him, handing him her glass before taking Soori from his arms. She falls into them seamlessly but not without looking back at her dad, that toothy grin adorning her chubby baby face.

It tugs at his heart – for reasons far beyond melancholy.

Too tiny of a person for too big of a future.

Too big of a soul, too.

“Baby, baby, baby! You’re doing it all wrong.” Lucy’s mock scolding is hidden by the giggles that fall past her lips as she attempts to teach Jimin how to perfectly plate pasta – scooped and swirled into a hypnotizing spiral he seems to butcher every time.

“Baby.” He feigns exasperation but his laughter fills the room, too.

“Hey! I was more than fine with eating it out of a bowl. You were the one that demanded I teach you my ways.” She defends.

Jimin looks at her, all attention lost from the plating and full focused on his girlfriend. “I always want to know your ways,” his voice is sultry and low.

You stare at them from your place, seated on top of the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in one hand, a piece of bread in the other. You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you process sexual remark of the night number twelve.

“Do you ever rest?”

“Yeah. That’s how we re-charge.” Jimin answers your question with a wag of the brows.

“Jimin- ew.”

“Hey, don’t be mean to baby.” Lucy says, wrapping her arms around his middle as she goes back to supervising his scooping and swirling.

“Could never. You guys are cute.” You tell them.

Jimin looks up at you, a sweet smile adorning his lips that’s laced with pride and endearment. He treats Lucy as if he couldn’t believe she’s his and the sight alone restores your faith in humanity and all that is holy. Their love is pure – sincere and straightforward.

Their love is theirs but it makes you yearn. And long and crave.

Like watching a movie or reading your favourite book at late hours of the night – a world filled with comfort characters and an alternate universe where adversity is simply a road taken to fall into the arms of a lover.

You saw him today but you didn’t feel him. You couldn’t touch him, kiss him, speak to him in a softer, gentler voice. You couldn’t tell him how much you loved his new short hair – you couldn’t reach out and snake your fingers through it, caress his forehead, bask in the way his head leans into your touch. You missed him as he stood in front of you and you couldn’t even tell him.

His essence is normally enough but today you want nothing more than to have his body tangled in yours – than to share a world that consists of four walls and a bed, graced with love and soft whispers that fall from his lips at the beat of his touch.

Yearning for Jungkook makes you poetic but the feeling stems from something as elemental as wanting to wrap your arms around him as he scoops and swirls.

You can’t escape it, the longing. The way one person makes you crave for ten thousand feelings, all powered by a simple action that could conduct the most complex of reactions inside of you at the thought alone.

“What should we watch, lovers?”

You’re not Lucy’s only lover anymore. It makes you smile.

“Are you guys going to make me watch softcore 1960s porn again?”

“Hey. La Piscine is a cinematic masterpiece, Jiminie. You should’ve left it at thank you.” You retort.

“Thank you, ___,” he starts, making you smile proudly before he says, “for introducing me to the world of cinematic softcore porn from the 1960s.”

“Lucy!” You whine, but it’s harmless, making the three of you break out in laughter.

“Baby, why are you complaining? You enjoyed that.”

“When did I complain?” He asks, shooting a crooked smirk her way.

“Whatever. I get to pick the movie because all you guys do is kiss like- three minutes in.” You say.

“Fair enough. We trust you. Make it sexy so it sets the mood.” Jimin tells you.

“My pleasure, you weirdos.”

Laughter fills the room again, followed by loud cheers from the three of you as Jimin successfully perfects his scoop, swirl, plate!

The city lights illuminate the road, adding to the overall atmosphere Jungkook has settled upon the vehicle as Nirvana plays softly in the background. It wasn’t intentional but he lets it linger, finding comfort in how oddly out of reality it all feels – like he’s stuck in a dream, living a life that isn’t his.

Soori is staying the night at his parent’s house and as much as he prolonged his stay and extended his goodbyes, it was time to go. He will admit he sat in their driveway for a total of fifteen minutes, no aimed purpose in mind, just simply wanting to be there – just in case. She’s in good hands, he knows that. But they’re not his arms.

Or yours.

After a while he decided it was best to get on his way – go do something other than be a dad. But he also realized he was way too tired to be anything other than just that. In the end, it’s heavy duty and you don’t quite realize how much energy it takes from you until you’re sat in a red light all by yourself, no one depending on you or demanding your attention.

And perhaps this would all be enjoyable if his head wasn’t swimming in intrusive thoughts of a future, one he’s not even sure belongs to him just yet. He knows he’s responsible for providing for her, making sure she gets a good education and all the tools she needs to excel and develop but how much say does he have in the long run.

Jungkook knows that what anguishes him isn’t really her education – more so, who she will become. The values she will take on when she begins to think for herself, the decisions she’ll make – what will power them. Will it be kindness or greed? Passion or societal norms? Who will inspire her? Move her, shape her into being someone good enough to be thrown into the world and fend for herself. He knows parents have only so much say at a certain point – he is living and breathing proof of just that.

Will she see the world beyond her privilege? Have friends that expose her to every kind of circumstance there is? Who will Soori be when she’s not his baby anymore, but when she’s just Soori. Her own person.

The light turns green and he revs the engine, driving his car into a parking spot in the middle of the empty street. Once the car has come to a halt, he lets himself melt into the seat, head falling over his shoulders as he closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh.

He knows that ultimately; he plays a big role into who she will grow up to be.

Jungkook is not one to shy away from advice when it comes to parenting. After all, being a single parent is not as easy as one would think it is. All responsibility lands on him and that is great pressure that he oftentimes feels. He knows she’s still little, that there’s not that much actual parenting he can do but she won’t be little forever. She’ll need guidance and discipline – comfort and understanding. Decisions on decisions to be made, all which fall on him. On him and him only. It’s hard. And in times like these, when he’s hit with so much future all at once, it’s borderline terrifying.

She scares him sometimes – all that she could be. He thinks of her now, all plump proportions and sloppy kisses and it makes him laugh, how someone so little and naïve can produce such fear in him.

He wants her wonderous forever. Light-hearted and weightless. Mighty the way she is before she’s about to do something that lands him in what could very well be the early stages of a heart attack.

For some reason he’s not willing to dive into, this thought takes a turn and lands on you. It’s your face first. Then it’s your voice. Then it has less to do with you and more to do with how much he misses you.

He has half a mind, for anything but you.

He pulls his phone from his pocket – hand gripping onto the steering wheel as he presses onto your contact number and brings his phone to his ear. It rings for a while, his thoughts spiralling in that short time alone. What if you’re out with your friends? Having fun? Maybe you’re in a loud place and that’s why you can’t hear his call. Maybe you’ve seen it but you won’t pick up. What was he doing on a Friday night when he was twenty-three? The memories alone make him wince and cringe slightly. He’s about to give up when,

“Hello?”

Your voice is a whisper and he frowns, slightly confused. Nonetheless, it’s comforting.

“Hey – did I catch you in the middle of something?”

“No, no. Not at all. Just cleaning up. It was pasta night. Jimin’s here, by the way.”

He smiles, feeling foolish over thinking you’d be doing anything but. “Sounds nice.”

“Yeah, it was. We’re gonna watch a movie now…,” your voice lilts at the end, sentence bordering on a question.

“What movie?” He only asks because he wants to hear your voice for a little longer before he has to let you go.

“Purple Noon. Hey, where are you?”

“Um,” he looks around, taking in his surroundings. “56th and 9th.”

“Oh. Why?”

He knows you’re asking more for Soori than for him and the realization tugs at his heartstrings. “Was just at my parent’s. Left Soo there.”

“Oh- you’re all alone?” Your voice grows softer all of a sudden and Jungkook let’s himself bask in it.

“Mhm,” he says.

“Well- um… you could- come over? We’re just going to watch a movie and crash, maybe have some wine. Just the three of us, nothing fancy-”

“That’d be nice.”

“Really?” Your question makes him laugh.

“Really, really. If they don’t mind, of course.”

“Duh. It’s your literal best friend taking up sofa space and eating all my snacks. Come, Koo. Don’t spend a Friday night all alone.”

You don’t know this but he needed to hear those words. Hell, he probably didn’t know it either but the comfort you provide is immediate – settling into his heart, making him feel safe in places he didn’t know felt unsound.

“Okay,” he says, voice airy and you can already feel him less tense.

“Koo?”

“Yeah?”

“Should I- should I heat you some pasta?”

“No, baby. I just ate. But thank you.”

“Always.”

Comfort.

You’re fidgeting and you know your face gives it away. Lucy looks at you, piercing eyes over her glass of wine, raising a brow in your direction. You shake your head slightly and divert your gaze from hers.

Jimin is trying to find Purple Noon on the web – illegally, of course.

“This is going to put like- at least three viruses into your computer, baby.”

“No, it won’t,” Lucy defends. “Keep looking.”

“I can just log into my Amazon-” Jimin starts but halts his words quickly when he sees the way Lucy scowls at him. “No Amazon on your watch, got it.”

“I’m making Jimin an anti-capitalist.” She tells you.

“I’m not a capitalist!”

“You went to boarding school – it’s internalized, baby. It’s not your fault.” She strokes his cheek gently and even though he wants to defend himself again you can see the way her soft hands distract him. He gives into her and she gives into him. They’re perfect for one another, you think.

“How was that,” you ask, curiously. Aside from what you’ve seen in movies, you don’t know much about it and it sounds enticing for some reason.

“Eh can be fun, can be hell. It made me extremely homesick, though. Thankfully I had Gguk. But he was homesick, too so it was like the blind leading the blind.” He says. “Found it!”

“Yay,” Lucy claps her hands and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

Just in time, the doorbell rings.

“Did someone order something?” Lucy says, slightly confused.

Me, you think but don’t quite voice your thoughts. You simply get up from the couch, walking the couple of steps until you’re unlocking your front door and swinging it open. It’s unconscious, but a sigh of relief passes your lips and he smiles when he makes out the sound. It turns into a grin when yours widens.

You hug him – hesitant at first since you can feel Jimin’s and Lucy’s piercing stares from behind you but it’s hard to focus on anything but him for two seconds too long. He feels warm in your arms. Safe.

“Come in,” you say, taking a step backwards so he can enter your home.

“Hey,” he greets his best friend and yours, giving a little wave.

“Heeeey, nice to see you, Ggukie,” Jimin, ever so lovingly, can’t help it but wrap Jungkook in his embrace, ruffling his hair a bit in the process.

He pushes him away playfully but gives up easily, chuckling and returning the action. “You too. Now get off.”

“Where’s Soo Soo?”

“Over at my parent’s,” he responds.

“Ah, oof. Hope she doesn’t leave there with table manners and new philosophical beliefs.” Jimin jokes but it only sends Jungkook spiralling – mind too vulnerable from his previous mental back and forth.

He shoots his friend a half-hearted smile and nods, a quiet huff leaving his mouth. “Hey, Lucy.” He says.

Lucy’s an easy-hearted person – takes her a lot to even reach the point of distrust or suspicion. But you are, to no one’s surprise, let alone Jungkook’s, her weak spot. You’re family to her and her instincts scream protect. When she’d first seen Jungkook standing in her doorway a week ago, an uneasiness settled upon her – mostly powered by uncertainty. Not knowing, not being able to be part of this secret that you two keep. The same feeling had sparked her just now when you’d open the door and he’d appeared – seemingly out of nowhere, even though she knows you knew he was coming.

All of her instincts tumble down the minute she sees Jungkook’s strained smile. Perceptive as ever, she sees something in him that perhaps not even his best friend does. The way his gaze is fallen, movements faltering before they reach the expressions he seems to mimic as opposed to sincerely mirror from a feeling. He seems lost.

“Hi Ggukie!” She greets back.

The pet name throws him by surprise – and even though it takes him a while to process it, he smiles at her. A genuine, kind smile that Lucy doesn’t miss, making her feel more at ease. Like she can let her guard down.

Call it emotional intelligence or gut feeling, but there’s a lot that Lucy comes to understand about Jungkook in the first five minutes he spends in her home.

“Movie’s all ready – shall we? Gguk, wine?” Jimin says as he heads to the kitchen to top up his own glass.

“No, thanks. Driving,” he reminds him.

“Ever-the-father.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes but it’s matched up with a big smile. You can sense it, the way his guard comes down – the way he softens and goes back to that very root of being that you’ve learned characterizes him so well. The one that made you realize how much of a weightless soul he is. Yet, you can’t help but see the disdain in his eyes. You haven’t had much one-on-one time with him as aforementioned and as hectic as you know work has been, you’re also aware something else plagues his thoughts.

In the middle of your worry something shines through, though. A realization that has your heart skipping a beat.

He didn’t run.

Whatever weighs heavy in his heart he seems to be gatekeeping it but he came to you.

You don’t know how aware he is of his own actions but you also can’t help but acknowledge them. You might be in the dark about a lot of things still but it’s an easier road to take if you walk it with him. Side by side in your little couch that’s too small to fit four people. Lucy and Jimin might as well count as one considering how tangled in each other they are – all this to your advantage.

You sit down next to Jungkook, taking the middle of the couch – careful not to tip over your glass of wine. He looks over at you, a small smile adorning his lips. His gaze travels down to your hand and raises a brow when he sees the chocolate covered pastry you’re holding. An éclair, a family favourite in this house, courtesy of Lucy. You bring your hand up, offering him the sweet treat. You gasp a little when all he does is bring his face forward some and proceeds to take a big bite out of it, leaving you with a little less than half.

“This is what I get for being kind.”

He laughs at your remark, further melting into the couch and opening his arm to welcome you in it. You hesitate for a second but it doesn’t take a lot of mental back and forth for you to comply. He feels warm to the touch – another thing that characterizes him. The room is dark, a soft, chilly breeze creeping in from the open window that has the thin blinds dancing in the air, casting random shadows upon everything the light touches. You take advantage of this, shivering slightly before your body grows closer to his. His grip around you tightens and he squeezes a little. It’s reassuring – having him in your close proximity, basking in the intimacy of touch. Your most vulnerable side tells you his presence was a prayer answered. A reminder that when a feeling is this pure, it’s only a matter of asking and you shall receive.

The plot of the movie unfolds, your TV screen filled with dreamy sights of the Italian coast and sultry scenes between the attractive leads. You’re drunk on visuals, white wine and the way your every sense is powered by Jungkook. He smells fresh and clean. Feels warm and soft as your body melts into his, yet firm as your hand rests on his toned stomach. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing and when you let the moment consume you, you can hear it, too. You want to kiss him but you’ll count your blessings – reminding yourself this closeness is enough for now. Going off on muscle memory of what it’s like to feel his lips on yours.

Jungkook’s attempts to keep his attention on the storyline is futile. His mind fails him. His heart, too. There’s something so simple yet heart wrenching about spending a Friday night in your cozy apartment on a summer night – an old French film that requires his eyes shift from the moving images to the subtitles playing on your small TV. You sigh every once in a while, and he’s come to draw a pattern of the way your body unconsciously reacts to anything mildly romantic on the film. You’d probably have a million words to describe how he feels about you right now yet he can’t seem to find one.

Jimin and Lucy don’t hold back on their loving, shamelessly lost in each other – movie long forgotten. He can’t see much, the two of them safely tucked inside a big blanket in a makeshift cocoon. But he can hear it.

It’s ridiculous – the scene that unfolds around him. One he would’ve scoffed at if someone would’ve made the offer a couple of months back. Here, I’ll give you a Friday night full of slow burn romance in foreign films with a side of raging hormones. But right now, a feeling brews inside of him at a rapid pace. He smiles when he finds the word for it. He smiles because it’s one you taught him. Elation.

You’re snuggled against him and he looks at you, shiny eyes glued to the screen. He kisses your forehead – a chaste kiss that takes you by surprise, making you jump a little. However, he doesn’t pull back; lips pressed to the soft skin as his fingers play with your hair.

Your moment of bliss is broken by the lewd sounds of what you hope is only tongues coming together. You gasp and Jungkook laughs against your forehead, chest shaking a little from the giggles that escape him.

“Why does it sound wet in there?” You ask without an ounce of remorse.

Lucy throws a pillow your way, which Jungkook swiftly catches with his free hand.

“Damn, this movie’s long.” Jimin says, detaching his body from Lucy’s and leaning back on the couch. His hair is a mess and even in the dark room you can make out his swollen lips. Lucy doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping her arms around him and humming in agreement.

“You two may be excused. I’m well aware no one is paying attention to the bit of culture I’m attempting to bestow upon you guys.” Your tone is playfully dramatic.

“I’m paying attention,” Jungkook lies.

“And that’s on you.” Jimin says.

Lucy giggles and all you can make out is a soft whisper as she nuzzles her face into Jimin’s neck.

“Sheesh, these two.” Jungkook whispers, audibly enough for you to hear.

“Tell me about it. The quieter they are now, the louder they’ll get later.”

He laughs. “Hey, wanna come over to mine? I can drop you off at the library tomorrow after I pick Soori up from my parent’s.”

You look up at him, big hopeful eyes that make his insides run like honey. “You sure?”

“Very.” He looks over at your friends who’ve resumed their prior activities. “Don’t wanna leave you yet. But don’t wanna witness Jimin out in the wild.”

“Strong point, Sir. Let me just get a change of clothes for tomorrow. And PJs.”

He pulls you back into his arms as you begin to get up, your faces inches apart. He pouts, brows furrowing. “No PJs.”

You stare at him for a second, breaking out in soft giggles. “Fine. No PJs.”

Jungkook opens the passenger door for you and the simple act makes you feel all tingly and warm on the inside.

“Thank you,” you tell him, closing the space between the two of you and pressing your lips to his cheek softly.

“Always,” he mimics your words from before and you only smile – afraid you’ll let out an endless stream of words and secret confessions that bottle up inside of you.

You see as he rounds the car from the windshield and when he catches you staring, he shoots you a smile. You make a mental note to tame your feelings, afraid that if you let them, they’ll start pouring out of you at an unstoppable rate.

“Your car has too many buttons.”

Your sincere observation makes him let out a loud chuckle. “Mm, yeah. I’ll give you that one.”

“Jungkook,” you say, about to fail the first attempt.

“Yeah?”

“I missed you.”

He looks at you, hand coming up to caress your cheek. For a couple of seconds, he just lets himself stare at you. You realize the way him not immediately returning the feeling doesn’t make you feel uneasy. In fact, his silence only allows for you to get lost in his gaze – his eyes telling you more than his words could, even if he tried. You smile.

“I missed you, too.” His words fall from his mouth, straight to your lips as he kisses you for the first time in what feels like an eternity. You both let out a long sigh, smiling against clinked teeth when you sync.

When he pulls away, he points a finger up, eyes following, as if remembering something. He reaches to the backseat of his car, retrieving a little box. He opens it, fingers reaching inside until he’s handing you an envelope.

“Miss Soori Blue kindly requested I pass along this invitation,” he says.

You smile, opening the white envelope and pulling out the card that rests inside. it’s white, too – the borders a pastel pink. His address, the date and the words I’m looking forward to celebrating with you! Adorning the top half. At the bottom of the page sits a pretty picture, made of what seems to be watercolours. Different animals painted on it – a lion, a giraffe, a koala, an elephant and a zebra, with comical smiling faces and birthday hats.

“Koo,” you say, nearly cooing at him. “This is so cute, oh my God.”

“She has good taste,” he says, rather sheepishly.

“Is it- animal themed?”

“Safari.”

“Did you paint this?” You ask, fingers running over the animals.

“Kinda. I did it on my iPad. Hope she doesn’t resent me for it when she’s older.”

“Are you kidding? You’re like- the coolest dad. And, I’d love to be there.”

“We want you there. No office hours. Just you.”

You look at him, pondering on what he’s trying to say. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“But- your friends are going to be there. Your parents-”

Jungkook is aware of everything you’re saying. Perhaps these are all things he would consider more than once before asking you to be there. For Soori. For him. For the first celebration of her life he’s going to walk into as a single parent. For when he wants to double the love she gets, just so she doesn’t lack. He wants you there and life feels too heavy to deprive himself of you.

“It’s okay. I don’t owe anyone an explanation. Plus, you’re- a very important person in Soori’s life. I want you there.”

“Okay,” you say, looking at the invitation again. “How cool!”

He smiles, starting the engine. “I hope it all goes smoothly. I probably should’ve hired someone to help organize it but I think I’ve got it under control.”

There’s something about Jeon Jungkook, the CEO, organizing a Safari themed, all pink, birthday party that just plays with your heart.

“It’s going to be epic. I can sense it. I have an excellent radar for fun times. This one won’t miss, trust me.” He laughs, reaching for you hand and intwining his fingers in yours. “God, I can’t believe she’s turning one already. Time is flying by.”

He’s been hearing that a lot. From his friends, his parents, family – even Mrs. Chae. But tonight, hearing it gives him a wave of something other than the nostalgia he usually feels whenever he’s reminded his baby is growing up. Tonight, time flies feels rather literal.

“What did you want to be when you grew up?”

You don’t hesitate for a second. “A mom.” He looks over at you for a second before diverting his eyes back on the road. “Four-year-old me didn’t know girls could do things other than being moms or teachers. So, I wanted to be a mom. I would convince my parents to get me dolls with the, very honest mind you, excuse that I was practicing for when I grew up and became a mom.”

He swiftly stops the car at a red light, looking at you with big, curious eyes – already enthralled in your story.

“Then I grew up a little more and was hit with the infamous, you can be whatever you want! And in-between maybe five and ten I truly went through all the phases. I wanted to be a nurse. A veterinarian. There was this one summer where all I wanted to do was grow up so I could be a lifeguard. I heard my parents talk about my college fund once and I asked them if I could use the money to go to lifeguard school.” Jungkook laughs, head thrown back and nose scrunched, your recollection of the events so vivid he can almost picture it.

“Then I wanted to be a firefighter. At this point my parents were getting used to my hyper fixation with whatever new line of work I discovered next. The very last one I had before deciding I wanted to be a writer was probably the most shocking. I was walking through the park with my mom one day and saw this group of men in neon suits picking up litter from the street. I thought it was so noble of them – having just learned about pollution in school and the importance of recycling. I ask my mom what ‘those’ were called. She saw the police patrol supervising the inmates doing community work and simply asked me why I wanted to know. I told her that I wanted to do just that when I grew up. She nearly had a heart attack.”

Jungkook’s chuckles fill the closed space of the car and yours follow not too long after you’ve finished your story. His whole demeanour seems to change in a matter of seconds – expression softer and gaze gentler.

“I’m glad you pursued literature,” he tells you.

“Me too,” you say, smiling. “I was quite young. My parents thought it was another phase but I stuck to it. Now I’ve grown up and I don’t really know what I am? But… I think ten-year-old me would be proud.”

Your words settle into him – the realization hitting him at once. The beginning of an answer to the question that has been swarming his thoughts all night. Your words are comfort, once again. But more than comfort, they’re hope. They let him know it’ll be okay. You make trusting time feel easier. He looks at you, hears the stories of what makes you – of what formed you, and he feels at ease.

He then realizes that he doesn’t know what Soori will be. But that it doesn’t quite matter as long as she’s happy. As long as she’s able to look back at the road that made her and say she’s proud of herself. Of where she’s been.

Just like you.

“What did you want to be when you grew up?” You ask, fingers lacing around his neck and caressing softly. He leans into your touch, eyes fighting to stay open at the blissful feeling.

“The blue Power Ranger.”

The night took a turn you weren’t necessarily expecting, yet you welcome it. Both your body and mind had been craving him in equal parts – not having felt his skin on yours since last Sunday. It’d been a rollercoaster of emotions of a day that the two of you wrapped up by seeking that physical closeness you’ve become addicted to. It did just that. Closeness. A moment so overwhelming as the two of you asked for more. Begged for more, as if you’d have the power to deny him. As if your body wouldn’t muster the strength needed to take him one more time, only to feel the euphoria of whatever his body flushed to yours did to your heart.

It was intense and afterwards it’d found you both quiet – two heaving bodies deciphering a world of feelings that took over the confined space of your room. Suddenly your bed felt too small, the walls too narrow, everything suffocating yet the feeling didn’t stop you from letting his arms wrap around yours, pull you closer – his breathing lull you into a deep, peaceful sleep. And when you dreamt, you dreamt of him. And even in faraway realities you could feel his touch on yours; the warmth.

In that reality you didn’t hold back the truth.

Amidst a forest of tall, green trees and white butterflies you spoke softly into his ear.

I love you. Once, simple. The truth untold.

He’d placed a kiss on your lips as he said his goodbyes – shushing you softly so you didn’t fully rouse from your peaceful slumber. You smiled, lips forming a pout as you lazily returned the kiss. It made Jungkook linger for a moment, eyes closed, lips locked in yours until he felt you fall back, resuming your sleep.

The week that followed came as fast as it ended, but only in retrospective. Only from the eyes that hold his right now, finally back in his atmosphere.

“What are you thinking about?” He nudges your calf with his foot – the two of you laying down at opposites ends of the sofa, glasses of wine in both your hands and the remainder of Purple Moon playing on the TV of his living room.

“I want you,” you speak your mind.

“Hm?” His foot travels upwards, running from your calves until they’re reaching your lower thigh before it's pushing it open slightly.

“Mhm,” you answer, shivers running down your spine as you give into his touch, your leg left leaning to the side. His head follows its movements, eyes shortly traveling to your center – the soft lace of your white panties catching his eyes. Your dress is short and it hikes up your thighs as you adjust your position.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

You ponder on it for a minute, suddenly shy. “I dunno. What do you want to do to me?”

“Don’t be shy now, angel.”

“I want you to make me feel good. Without holding back.”

“Yeah? Would you let me, baby?”

You nod your head slowly, eyes fixed on his that darken by the second. “Y-Yeah.”

“Come here,” he says, propping his glass on the coffee table before he’s settling back into the couch comfortably, legs stretching onto the long of the L-Shaped sofa.

You follow his movements, setting you glass down before you walk towards him, hovering for a second as to receive his next queue.

His arm reaches for your hand and you take it, letting him pull you into the sofa until you’re sitting down. You let him guide your body, arms softly turning you and pulling you to him until you’re sitting between his legs, back leaning against his front.

“Open up for me, baby.” He says as one of his hands traces a road downwards, until the tip of his fingers run down your inner thigh, tentatively close to where you need him the most. His other hand travels up, wrapping gently around your throat, fingers gripping onto your jaw, turning your face to his until his lips find yours.

You whimper into the kiss, a shiver running down your legs, goosebumps forming at his every touch. You give into him – parting your mouth until your tongues are licking at one another’s. He draws your bottom lip in-between his teeth, biting with a bit more force than usual. Your legs close around his hand and he squeezes at the soft flesh of your thigh, revelling in how responsive you are to his touch. Pliant and a little impatient as your hips begin to circle on their own, unconsciously drawing him closer, craving his touch.

When his hand travels up your legs fall open once again, melting into his body as the anticipation settles into you, the excitement growing, a build-up of days making you needy for that high, that explosion of feelings you know he can coax out of you in a matter of minutes. And when the touch comes, you sigh into his mouth, cunt pulsing at the feeling of his middle finger pressing on your clit over your panties. The buckle of your hips lets him know he’s got you right where he wants you and its signal enough for him to start drawing tiny circles against your little nub – his touch is light, barely there as the tip of his finger toys with the sensitive bundle of nerves. But as placid as his touch is, it builds up quickly and to your surprise, you can already feel the pressure building up at your lower belly; knees starting to shake and breathing picking up a puffy, erratic pace.

“You wanna feel good baby?” His voice is deep, a soft growl right in your ear that you feel right in your gut.

“Yes, p-please,” your voice is airy, almost delirious as his light touch begins to tip you over the edge.

“Then you have to be good. Can you do that?” Your mind is hazy, body following the feeling too and when you don’t reply his teeth nip at your earlobe, hips rutting against his finger.

“Y-Yes, I c-can,” you give.

“Are you close, baby?”

“Yes- fuck. I’m so close, Koo- please don’t stop.”

He lets you fall into the feeling, ever so close to reaching the ultimate pleasure he knows he’s able to grant you with just one determined touch. Your body so receptive, so fucking good for him as he’s come to know it so well – to read you so well, even in just a couple of weeks. Those instances are enough to let him know you’re dangerously close to fully breaking for him, letting go and falling completely. It’s right then that he stops, hand cupping your mound as you let out a loud cry. He can feel the unevenness in your breathing right against his chest.

“N-No- why, please-” your voice borders on a plead and it sends a jolt of electricity down Jungkook’s body.

“You’ll cum when I say so.”

His breath fans over your neck, hand pushing away stray hairs that have fallen onto your forehead, already sweaty as you begin to come down from the pleasure. You’ve never played this game. Never put your pleasure in someone else’s hands so willingly, entirely. It makes you feel slightly on edge – and quite literally. The nerves pooling in your tummy; the anticipation bittersweet.

“O-Okay.”

“Have you ever done this?”

“No. I just- never understood it. Always too i-impatient.”

A low chuckle resonates down his chest and you can feel it in yours. “That’s okay, baby. You’ll be good for me and I’ll let you feel good. You’ll understand it.”

“I want to be good for you, Jungkook.”

“Yeah? My good girl?” His words get lost inside your mind as his fingers hook inside the hem of your panties, pushing them to the side. You close your eyes, both relieved and anxious to feel his touch again.

“Yes, fuck- I’m your good girl.”

At your words he gives in, fingers coating in your slick before they’re traveling upwards again, resuming the torturous pace on your clit. Your mouth parts in pleasure – the feeling ecstatic, moans lilting at the end until you’re whining at the feeling.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He teases your entrance, middle and ring finger pressing into your opening until you’re begin, a loose string of pleases falling past your lips. “What do you want? Use your words.”

“Your fingers- I want you to fuck me with your fingers,” your sentence morphs into a moan, a cry of pleasure as his two fingers thrust inside of you, immediately hooking up until they’re pressing onto your g-spot for a second too short, not letting you bask in it fully as he begins the push and pull – pressing every time they’re nestled in.

You grab a hold of his wrist, opening your legs further as you force him to still his movements – wanting to feel his fingers pressed into that spot for a little longer.

His laughter borders on mean and it only makes you pulse around his fingers. The hand that holds onto your throat travels up, fingers harshly gripping your jaw, making you look at him.

“You’re greedy, huh?” His question is rhetoric and perhaps you only nod your head to piss him off further. “My greedy little slut?” You nod again and his grip tightens, fingers hooking up inside of you – the pressure so intense it has your eyes rolling to the back of your neck. “Baby wants to learn the hard way.”

His last statement sets something off inside of you and before you can let out a faint response his fingers pick up force and pace inside of you – short little thrusts as he focuses on that spot, thumb adding to the pleasure as he circles your clit with it. Your wanton moans are laced with pleads, begin him to go faster, harder – more. He can feel your walls contract around his fingers, pussy getting tighter, voice raspier, chants of his name sounding borderline delirious as you begin to get lost in the feeling again.

“I’m gonna cum- fuck I’m gonna-”

But your words fall stranded into the air – body closing around yourself as he pulls his fingers away from your cunt, placing his hand on your lower belly as your body jerks in what feels like it’s walking a thin line between pain and pleasure. You cry out a string of no’s and he shushes you softly.

“Close your legs, baby.”

You do and like magic, you begin to come down from it yet once again.

Your body falls into his arms, falling slightly to the side as you try to stop your legs from shaking, a half-hearted attempt to ease your breathing back to normal. It’s impossible to settle down all the way but when you begin to regain consciousness you look up at him again, opening your eyes and meeting his dark ones.

“Please,” you beg.

“Shh. Lay down, baby.”

You do, with little body strength, you let yourself fall into the soft cushions of the couch. Jungkook hovers over you, sitting on his feet as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Your arms reach out, wanting to touch him but you feel too weak. He holds onto your hand instead, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on your open palm.

“You gonna be good for me, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes- please just- fuck me, Koo.”

“Mm, not yet. I want to taste you first.”

He begins to lower his body, making himself comfortable between your thighs as he hooks his fingers on the hem of your panties. He pulls them off your legs, pushing your thighs open with his big hands. The sight of him between your legs alone has your mind falling back into that pleasure – your body quickly following.

“I’ll cum- I can’t,” you cry.

“Yes, you can. You’re so good for me, baby. So pretty like this.”

He places a kiss against your slit that has you unconsciously bucking your hips into his face. His arm circles around your thigh until his hand is resting at your pelvis. He pushes down, making you press your ass against the sofa once again. He narrows his eyes at you, a stern and deep stay leaving his lips.

His head lowers, tongue parting your folds with a thick lick of his tongue that starts at your entrance, all the way to your clit. He minimizes the stimulation where he knows it’ll set you off just yet, instead using his tongue to tease around them – soft little kitten licks before he suctions slightly, your juices coating his chin in an almost pornographic way but he loves it. He loves every tell-tale sign of your desire – could hear your soft little moans grow louder with every circle of his tongue around your entrance, could feel every tug at his hair with every gentle flick of the tip of his tongue against your clit. He could bask on the warmth of your pussy – how wet and tight you feel around his fingers, his tongue, his cock. He throbs at the mere thought of knowing you’ll have him inside of you in a matter of minutes.

“Oh my fucking God- don’t stop, baby- please don’t stop.”

Your cries are so sweet, the skin of your thigh so soft around his hand that keeps it open. Your pussy so wet, filling the room with lewd sounds as he unabashedly eats you out. Devours you until all he can feel, taste, smell is you. How much you want him – need him. How much you unravel just for him.

He almost considers to give you just what you need the most. Too tempted by having you shaking and squirming under him – him too craving to feel you let go, fall into your release, hear every single moan he knows he can emit from you.

But he doesn’t.

He pulls away and looks up at you. His lips are shiny with your juices, tongue running over them to gather every last drop, licking them clean.

The come down is less abrupt this time – your body growing accustomed to being so close to tipping over, rapidly adjusting to the come down, though not sending you into any less of an agony. This time, though, it makes you hungrier.

You look up at him. That look on his face that doesn’t hold an ounce of fear when it comes to ruining you whole. Not an ounce of remorse over doing things to you that he knows won’t allow you to go back to whatever point it is you were since in before you came into his atmosphere – basked in the pleasure, revelled in the desire that has a first and last name.

Him.

When you speak, your voice is but a whisper.

“Please- fuck me. Do whatever you want with me.”

It takes him a second to process your words but when they finally dawn upon him his movements are determined – quick. His hands come to rest at the buckle of his belt, swiftly undoing it. He motions to your dress – “Off, baby.” You comply, with shaky hands, mustering every bit of strength you have left. Throwing his pants to the side, your dress follows the pile that forms at the floor. In perfect sync, your bra and his boxer briefs come off, too.

His cock throbs in his hand as he releases some pressure with a couple of languid pumps. He follows your movements with his eyes as you reach for your bag that sits on top of the coffee table and pull out a condom. He smiles.

“Was this your plan all along?”

“You said no PJs.” You bite back, bringing the foil package to your lips and tearing it open.

Jungkook walks closer to you, coming to stand between your legs, fingers lazily running down your slit, before he’s coating his cock with your juices. He thinks about what it’d feel like to feel you raw – take you like this, feel your tightness and warmth without a barrier. The thought alone has him rolling his head over his shoulders, a moan escaping his lips as he feels your small hand wrap around his cock – pumping a couple of times before rolling the condom on.

His hands grab a hold of your legs, pushing them onto the couch. His come to rest at either side of yours, pushing them closer until they’re completely closed. He grabs hold of your waist and flips you over in one swift movement. You gasp, the faint sound quickly turning into a whimper as you feel his lips dusting feathery kisses all over your back. He places one on each little dimple that forms at the curve of your ass and when he pulls away slightly, he lands a loud smack against the round flesh. You let out a loud moan.

“Is this okay, baby?”

“Y-Yes,” you reply.

He lands another one, this one with more force and you’re sure it’s bound to leave a handprint. The sting makes you close your fists around a pillow, whining in pleasure at the pain. You’ve never experienced anything like it before and giving into the feeling feels dangerous so it’s with a shaky voice that you say, “m-more.”

“Yeah?” Another slap, on the same cheek, the pain sending tingles down your body.

He wraps a hand around his cock, lowering his body until his front is flushed to your back. He lines himself against your entrance and when you nod, he pushes in, thrusting his hips into yours. You’re so wet you take him in one swift movement, hissing at the fullness when he bottoms out.

“Fuck- the tightest little pussy.”

“Your tight little pussy,” you say in-between laboured breaths.

“Yeah, baby. My tight little pussy- fuck. All mine.”

He pulls back, circling his hips as your cunt swallows his tip back in – short little pulses that send shivers down his spine as he can feel just how close you are. How much you’re holding back, how good you’re being for him. He pushes back in, the force of his thrust sending you further into the couch as a feral groan ricochets past his chest – throaty and deep. Everything about him – the way he feels, the way he sounds just adds to the pleasure. He fills you up so well, the angle just right making him hit repeatedly against that spot that has your toes curling and legs begin to grow shaky, right along with the cries you let out with every push and pull.

“That feels s-so good, Koo. I love your fat cock, please fuck me harder.”

He groans, body straightening, grabbing a tight hold of your hips before he’s landing another loud slap against your ass. He can feel your pussy clench around his cock at the contact, making him hiss in pleasure at the feeling.

“You like that, baby? You like it when I rough you up?”

“Y-Yes, f-fuck I love it, Jungkook. I fucking love it- harder, please.”

Your filthy mouth is all it takes for him to piston his hips into yours, the loud slapping of your ass against his thighs filling the room – mixed with your sweet moans and his deep growls as you begin to grow impossibly tighter around him. He squeezes your ass, hard grip on his hand before it comes up and slaps at it once again.

“Oh- oh fuck, Koo, fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m- can I cum, please- let me cum.”

“Cum for me, baby. Cream my cock, let me feel you. Let me hear you.”

You tense up for a second, body hesitant to let go after being teased to exertion. But his movements never falter, hitting repeatedly right where he feels the best and it takes you a second to get there. You let go and the feeling throws you aback so abruptly it blocks your vision for a bit, tiny silver dots all you see as your lips part in a silent moan as your whole body begins to shake. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and when your voice finds you – it’s loud. Cries of pleasure and muffled chants of his name as your breathing grows erratic. You feel like you’re going to pass out, fisting at the pillows to ground yourself.

“Fuck, baby- yes.”

Your words are barely there but you manage to say, “please don’t stop fucking me, please don’t- I think I’m gonna-”

Jungkook doesn’t think he can last a second longer, his body growing weak as he falls on top of you, forearms holding him from crushing you as his thrusts grow sloppier. But he can feel the way your pussy pulses around his cock, signalling another orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Again baby, cum for me again- cum with me, ___.”

And you do. You let go, hand reaching for him, pulling his face flushed to yours, fingers tangling in his hair – feeling so overwhelmed it has you tugging at the strands with force. He hisses against your cheek, the airy little sound turning into a moan as he releases into the condom, cock throbbing as he buries himself deep inside of you, wanting to feel every last pulse of your cunt in perfect sync with his own.

He stays there for a minute – collecting himself and his breathing, dusting open mouthed kisses on every inch of skin his lips can find as you begin to come down, too.

You don’t move when he pulls away, too fucked out and exhausted – body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasms. The intensity of waiting until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Baby,” Jungkook coos, “let’s go shower.”

“Jungkook,” you call out his name, rolling over and onto your back.

“Tell me, angel.”

You simply outstretch your arms towards him. He smiles, cocking his head to the side before he’s picking you up – bridal style.

“That good, huh?” He asks, a smirk lacing his features.

“You always get so cocky after sex,” you say, nuzzling your face on the soft, warm skin of his chest.

“Well, I just made you cum twice so-”

“Shhh,” you tell him, a lazy, trembling finger pushing onto his lips.

He bites it slightly and you gasp, making him smile.

Your eyes stay closed as he walks the two of you up the stairs.

You look angelic – so soft.

You look like everything that he’s known to resemble love.

HI! i don’t even know what to say. they’re so soft, they’re so sexy. i really came for violence by making jungkook organize soori’s birthday party all by himself? AND HE DREW HER BIRTHDAY PARTY NVITATIONS TOO? lol i have no chill like that actually got me fucked up. ANYWAYS I TRULY HOPE U ENJOYED! if u did lemme know – you guys know i love speaking to u guys about my lil story and just chit chatting in general. i’m sending a million kisses ur way <3333 xx

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More Than Meets the Eye #33: In Which I Write the Word ‘Quantum‘ 19 Times

Dang, I forgot what happened at the end of the last issue. It was pretty important, too, but I don’t have time to reread. Maybe the establishing shot can help me out?

Oh, that’s right, Rewind happened!

Everyone’s pretty jazzed that Rewind is here, non-exploded, and supposedly alive. Megatron carries this ridiculously small man over to a table, while Skids is busy admonishing Nightbeat for trying to put the pieces of this mystery together.

That’s one of the two first canonically, openly gay Transformers, Megatron. You bet your ass he’s important.

Nightbeat’s dragged Nautica over to look at that poster for Crosscut’s play they saw last issue. Together, they discover something interesting, and it’s not that Nightbeat’s chin has elongated to the point of absurdity. On this future ship, the play was completed and produced a mere few weeks after the initial launch of the Lost Light.

While this is going on, Rewind wakes up and asks Skids what the hell is going on. Skids, likely not wanting to poke at farm-fresh trauma, glosses over the fact that everyone on this ship was violently murdered, and that they found Rewind blacked out inside the hollowed torso of his brother-in-law.

…This is a dark story line.

You see, the joke here is that “Dark Cybertron” sucked major chrome.

Megatron reminds everyone that they’re still in grave danger every moment they stay aboard this ship, but Skids is more concerned with Rewind’s mental health. Which is sweet, but maybe not the thing to prioritize in such a precarious situation.

Rewind takes the fact that Megatron is an Autobot now pretty friggin’ well, as well as the introduction of gender into his species. That is, until Nightbeat, the king of social graces, saunters up to the scene to ask Rewind what the hell happened to the ship. He does get his answers, despite Rewind being horrified to the point of speechlessness.

Over at the hole in the wall, Nautica and Riptide are taking a gander at the quantum drums, which house the quantum foam for the quantum engines so quantum jumps can happen.

As Nautica explains the process by which quantum travel works, she realizes that the answer to what happened to everyone who disappeared was right in front of them this whole time.

Quantum, quantum, quantum- doesn’t even sound like a word anymore, does it?

The data slug Rewind made corroborates this theory, showing a series of events that definitely didn’t happen to the Lost Light we’ve been following throughout this story so far. The data slug contains this Rewind’s version of dead Rewind’s “Little Victories”, the travelogue that was never completed, where the question “are you happy?” revealed just how emotionally unhealthy most of the crew is. I’d like to imagine this Rewind’s film is called “Small Achievements”, or perhaps “Dear Fucking Lord, We’ve Been on this Trip for Three Hours and the Captain Has Been Killed by a Goddamned Soul-Vampire”, or maybe even “Where the FUCK is Our Therapist”.

The DJD came into the equation by way of someone having led them to the Lost Light. We get a flashback panel of the gorefest, in which Tarn appears to have learned how to fly, given the angle he’s coming from.

Because Rewind’s big thing in this series is being the guy who records stuff, the DJD take the opportunity to make some movies of their visit to the space yacht.

James, why do you keep getting Rewind involved with snuff films? I’m starting to get concerned.

Now, the thing about Rewind is that he’s almost always accompanied by his other half. Where is Chromedome, anyway?

He’s dead, that’s where.

Turns out, when you tell the DJD that you won’t do the thing they want you to do, they have a habit of doing nasty things in retaliation. Chromedome got stabbed in the friggin’ visor with his own finger needles, because Vos enjoys ironic deaths, I suppose. There’s some other stuff that’s implied to have happened, but we’ll get to that once we learn a little more about the DJD themselves.

While Rewind recounts the grisly tale of his husband’s demise, Riptide notes that the quantum foam has begun to spread at a remarkable rate. This is a bad thing, because that shit can and will explode, given half the chance, and this wreck is floating right above a potentially-inhabited planet.

Though I could have sworn we established that this planet was a Smartplanet, and therefore very much populated by students and staff. I don’t know. Maybe we conveniently forgot that, so we could make this a learning moment for Megatron.

Jiminy Christmas, Megs, do you even listen to yourself?

Skids, who has had a very long day of finding corpses and learning about quantum theory, snaps at Megatron, telling him that in order to actually be an Autobot, you have to have a little frickin’ compassion for those outside of your peer group.

Which is sort of contradictory to the Aequitas trials, the Killswitch debacle, the POW situation back on Cybertron, and whatever the fuck Prowl’s whole deal is, but maybe Skids is speaking about his own, personal relationship with being an Autobot. Hopefully so, otherwise he needs a class on critical thinking, STAT.

Never mind all of that though, because the problem just got a lot worse- the quantum foam has expanded to a point where any holes in the stuff are too small for the Rod Pod to get through. We’re going to have to get creative if we want to save the day.

Luckily, we’ve got a quantum duplicate of just about the tiniest little dude in the franchise here to do the job. Now we just need another, equally tiny little man, so the quantum drums can be shut off at the same time. Nautica commits more microaggressions, and this gives Getaway inspiration for a witty quip, which in turn gives Skids a brilliant idea.

The gang heads down to Brainstorm’s lab, to look for the mass displacement gun that was used for treating Ultra Magnus’s nanocon infestation back in the 2012 Annual. While they search, Nautica explains just why the hell the Lost Light disappeared in the first place. You see, quantum duplication acts on the Cain Instinct— it’s fine, as long as the duplicates don’t perceive each other. However, the moment contact is made, it says “oh man, guess I’m gonna have to end you” to one of the duplicates. The contact in this case happened when the Coffin Rodimus was brought aboard the ship.

Anything that wasn’t aboard the Lost Light at the point of the takeoff/explosion was never duplicated, and thus wasn’t erased from reality once shit started going to hell. This is why the Rod Pod is still around, and why the remaining cast are— well, the remaining cast.

While this conversation is going on, Nautica and Nightbeat uncover yet another dead body; it’s Brainstorm, and he’s a little underdressed.

…Someone run a paternity test, I think Cyclonus might be the father.

Also, Brainstorm’s a double agent.

Fucked up.

Getaway is furious that a Decepticon has been living on the same ship as him for the last six months, right under his proverbial nose. Even Megatron’s surprised, stating that Brainstorm isn’t usually who the recruiters aim for.

So, no mass displacement gun, and now they’re aware of the fact that there’s a traitor on the ship who’s had access to a LOT of weapon tech. It’s at this point that Megatron decides to stop lying by omission and tells everyone that he can mass-displace, since he used to turn into a handgun.

Smashcut to Megatron and Rewind floating out in space, the former now not much taller than the latter, as they traverse the web of quantum foam to get to the drums. Nautica instructs them from the Rod Pod. If this works, anything produced or connected to the quantum engine will be neutralized, and maybe we’ll even get the other Lost Light back! YAAAAAY!!!

Y’all really let this man go out there to fuckin’ kill himself for the greater good, didn’t you?

Rewind is honestly pretty chill with ceasing to be, seeing as he watched 200/+ people die today, including his long-time spouse.

Jesus. I’d say get him a therapist, but in order to do that, we’re going to have to wipe him off the map anyway.

Rewind asks Megatron if the Chromedome that isn’t his and his duplicate are still together. And I mean…

Luckily, Megatron has the good sense to lie.

With that, they flip the switches, and deactivate the drums.

And that’s a series wrap on Rewind! Congrats to Mr. James Roberts for the esteemed honor of burying the same gay twice!

Later on, everyone is back inside the Rod Pod, as their disappeared shipmates return from being nonexistent. Chromedome pops back in, and Skids is on him like a shark, telling him to go on the roof. Skids doesn’t even try to explain why. Which, fair. How the hell do you explain to someone that their dead husband’s quantum duplicate survived both a terrorist splinter cell attack, and the laws of quantum sci-fi bullshit crashing down on his tiny, tiny body, and that he’s right there on the roof waiting for them?

Welp, there goes the Chromedome/Dominus endgame. Shame, that.

Looks like Chromedome finally hit the threshold for having earned Roberts’ pity, and won’t be directly targeted by the plot for a little while. This isn’t something you see very often, so let’s really soak this in.

…Someone had to have told Rewind what happened to the other Rewind, right? I wonder what that conversation was like.

Back inside the ship, Blaster gets word that the Lost Light has reappeared. As they navigate towards it, Megatron requests that an encrypted call be made to Rodimus, to discuss the Brainstorm problem.

In the interim, Ravage is offered the opportunity to be a part of the crew, so he doesn’t have to keep skulking around in the shadows. We don’t get an answer from him, as our focus shifts over to Nightbeat and Nautica.

Nightbeaaaaaaaaaat, stop stating the themes of the comic verbatim! People are going to start thinking you’re a shonen anime protagonist!

Nightbeat’s somehow managed to keep ahold of the briefcase that they found on the other Lost Light. Unless Brainstorm’s boyfriend is in there, I don’t think this one was the work of Huey Lewis and the News’ hit single from the Back to the Future soundtrack.

Over on the Lost Light, specifically in Swerve’s, Brainstorm’s making his way through the crowd, briefcase held gentle like hamburger as he goes. He makes it to the bar, where Atomizer tells him he can’t have his briefcase in here. Brainstorm has what most would accept to be a healthy response to being told “no.”

It’s what I would do.

#transformers #jro #MTMTE #slaughterhouse #issue 33 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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'MY DREAM WEDDING'

Chapter 1: 'You're serious?"

Author's note: Heya! I’m writing a new Hinny fic, all the way from the proposal to the wedding. It will have 10-15 chapters I think! Let me know if you like it and if I should continue!! <33

It was 1 am. Harry and Ginny had just had sex. They both lay on top of each other in a heap of limbs, panting. “I love you Gin,” Harry said as he stole a soft kiss from Ginny. “Me too,” she let out a satisfied sigh. “Set the alarm, we’ll go running tomorrow. 7 am, sharp! I have practice from 9:30 and your training starts at 10,” she instructed. “Aye aye captain.” Harry replied in a lost but wonderful tone. He picked up the alarm clock and twisted a few knobs. “Mmmm… I’ve set the alarm baby,” he said as he pulled Ginny back onto the bed while she was trying to put on her robe. The half-untied robe fell off her shoulders and she lay completely naked on top of Harry. “No Harry! We just finished,” she whined in an explanatory attitude, she tried to pull away but his grip was too tight, “Harry! We have an early day tomorrow, no!” she whined even more. “Okay, I’ll let you go but we both sleep just like this tonight? Deal?” he grinned cockily. “Like this? What do you mean?” she thought for a second and her mouth rounded in shock, “Completely naked?!” she gave him a questioning look and shouted. “You heard me right! Just. like. This.” his grin spread to both his ears. “Fine!” she gave up and muttered, “prat.” Harry had heard her, he pulled her down onto his lips in a greedy kiss, full of hunger. As soon as he felt her getting lost in the kiss, he pulled away. “Not fair!” she cried. He laughed and pulled her onto the bed beside him, spooning her, one hand on her breast, the other on her thigh. She gave out a satisfied sigh. Both of them were utterly spent, every ounce of their body was ready to give in, to sleep, but somehow neither of them could give in to the temptation. They lay there silently feeling each other's presence, it was enough, they were happy, complete. “Gin, will you marry me?” Harry broke the ice. Ginny turned her head and looked into his beautiful bespectacled green eyes, in utter panic, “Gin, would you like to have another round of sex? Or Gin, do you want to organise a party at Grimmauld Place? Or Gin, do you want to go to dinner? Or Gin, do you want to go on vacation, would’ve been- acceptable! It's 3 in the morning, Harry James Potter! You want to marry me?” she blurted out. “I’m sorry Gin- I- Please don’t leave me, I was just wondering if you would- I saw a future, I’m sorry if I’m going too fast! I’m such a git we’ve only been dating for 2 years- sorry. I’ll wait for as long as you want… sorry Gin, what can I do to make it up to you?” he stammered. Ginny instantly regretted her panic, truth be told, she was waiting for him to talk about marriage, what had she done!? “Shit.” she muttered, “Harry, Bubba, I’m so sorry-” she said as she felt tears well up in both his and her eyes. She immediately engulfed him in a hug. Still tightly embraced, she said softly into his ear, “I’ll marry you, I’ve always wanted that,” she snorted softly and pulled away, “I love you,” she said into the kiss. He pulled away and looked deep into her chocolate eyes as if he was looking at her soul, “Gin, you are the most incredible, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, everything with you is so much better than it could’ve been with anyone else in the entire world. When I'm with you I- I feel complete. The passion we share, the amount we love each other, and care for each other, I don’t think it's possible to do that with anyone else. I realise, this isn’t any girl's dream proposal, hell, I don’t even have a ring for you, and we’re naked, in bed! And, 'm sorry to just blurt it out like that, but if you’re serious about marrying me, I’m the happiest man in the world.” he said. “Oh, Harry! My sweet, sweet Harry! I love you so much, I don’t think it’s possible to love anyone as much as I love you! Yes, I’m serious, I want to marry you, love!” she replied with a large smile on her pink face. “You’re serious?” he muttered again. “Yes I’m serious, and honestly, I’ve kinda imagined my boyfriend asking me to marry him after we had hot steamy sex.” she winked. “Oh, one more thing before we finally sleep, can we not tell the family until we

have rings and also can we give them a different version of the story, because if your brothers find out this is when I proposed, they might kill me.” he chuckled. They both laughed and as soon as their heads fell to the bed, both of them fell asleep, now feeling much more complete than they ever had before.

***

The alarm rang all of a sudden and Harry opened his eyes slowly, taking in the sight of the gorgeous redhead lying naked beside him on his bed. “Morning baby,” he hummed softly. “Morning to you too, Fiancee dearest,” she muttered, still half-asleep. They both laughed and Ginny gave Harry a quick and sloppy kiss. “Would you like to go running with me Ms Weasley?” Harry grinned. “Let’s see? Would you like to marry me, Mr Potter?” She tried hard not to laugh and played along. “Why, of course!” he chuckled, “Then, I shall go running with you.” she laughed and bowed down gracefully putting her hand near his mouth. He took it in his hand, gave a slight bow and brushed his lips against it. Ginny changed into an exercise set, leggings which made her arse look hot and a cropped sweatshirt, in a very light beige colour. Harry wore a pair of loose basketball shorts and a large hoodie on top. This hoodie was his, but it was generally worn by Ginny on movie nights with Harry. Both of them loved it. It was monsoon and they were worried it would rain, but they didn’t pay much attention to it. They stepped out to the pavement outside Grimmauld Place feeling a gust of cool, humid monsoon air blow in their hair. They began running, they talked and laughed. The roads were rather crowded, it was rare to see a couple so randy for each other, even after 2 years. It was visible as both of them ran, how much in love they were, stealing kisses, giving playful nudges, saying that they loved the other every 20 seconds in a way that they thought the other might forget, but the truth being said, the love they felt for each other could never lessen, forgetting was a far way forth. “Gin, do you wanna get some coffee?” Harry panted as they took a brief halt. “Hmm… yes, let’s get coffee,” she caught her breath and hummed. “Let’s go to that muggle cafe you like?” Harry smiled. Ginny nodded and they made their way to a secluded corner and apparated a little away from the cafe. It was called ‘Episode’ and it looked gorgeous. The early morning sunlight fell on its entrance which was green, full of plants. There were tables outside with umbrellas above them and there was a gazebo as well. The signboard of the cafe was covered with vines. They both took a seat in a corner outside. “So, when do you want to go ring shopping?” Harry asked expectantly, “I’m free this weekend. We have an offseason, we don’t have a game for another 3 months, today is just a meeting with our trainers to make sure we are all following our diet.” Ginny shrugged. “Done then, this weekend it is!” Harry pecked her lips as the waiter approached them from behind. “Morning to you sir, ma’am! What can I get you today?” the waiter asked politely and handed them a menu with several beverages written on it. They both glanced through and Ginny spoke up, “Good Morning! I will have a thick and frothy Hazelnut Frappuccino, with extra whipped cream.” she spoke to the waiter and winked at Harry. He grunted and spoke, “I’ll have a shot of espresso, extra hard.” he grinned back at Ginny. The waiter looked lost for words, he cleared his throat and said, “Will that be all?” They nodded and he left. “What was that about Harry?” Ginny asked in a concerned voice, “the waiter was right there!” she whispered in his ear. “Hey! You started it, and just for your information, I’m kind of turned on!” he replied in a panicky voice, saying the end of his sentence into her ear. “A secret, me too!” she whispered back and bit his earlobe softly. He shifted in his seat a bit. Their foreplay continued for a little while and they both tried not to be too conspicuous. After a few minutes, the waiter appeared with their coffee. “There you are, your coffee’s! Call for me when you’re ready to pay.” he put down their coffee and left again. Ginny seductively took a sip of her coffee and a thick layer of whipped cream settled on her upper lip. She was about to lick it off but Harry lurched forward and darted his tongue to her lip. He licked it off in one swipe and Ginny moaned. “Keep it down baby, someone might hear you,” Harry

whispered in a raspy voice in her ear. She sighed and felt a chill run down her spine. “Harry, home. I need you.” she moaned. He ignored everything else, shoved a 20-pound note on the table, which was much more than their bill, but he didn’t care. He pulled Ginny into a corner that wasn’t visible to anyone around and apparated them to 12, Grimmauld Place. They entered the kitchen, both of them completely lost in lust. Harry picked her up as if she weighed nothing and put her down on the counter. He pulled his hoodie off with urgency and she ran her hand on his perfectly toned abs which glistened with beads of sweat. He caught her lips in an urgent kiss. She pulled her top off as well, separating with Harry’s lips for a brief second. Harry moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled off her hair tie. “Quick Harry! I need you inside!” she muttered into the kiss. Harry’s hand went to Ginny’s waistband and he pulled down her pants and knickers, he slowly inserted a finger and she moaned his name. He pulled down his pants and boxers and withdrew his finger, instead, entering her with his cock a second later. They both moaned with the sensation. He completely withdrew and entered her again after a second. He thrust slowly for a few minutes. “Yes! Ah! That’s the spot! Harder!” she moaned and Harry sped up at once. He went at an unbelievable speed and he felt her contract around him, he knew she was about to come. He twisted his hips in a way that made her scream. “Cum for me Gin!” Harry said loudly. “Fuck. Harry!” she shouted into the kitchen and spilt her juices all over Harry and the kitchen floor. Harry kept thrusting, riding out her orgasm and his was triggered soon too. He didn’t stop and caught her lips in a needy kiss. Just as he was about to pull out, someone walked into their house through the chimney. Shit. It was Ginny’s brother, Harry’s best mate, Ron Weasley. Harry immediately pulled out and bent down to pick up his boxers. Luckily, Ginny was still wearing her bra, she bent down to pick up her underwear but it was too late. For both of them. “HARRY JAMES POTTER! YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!” Ron screamed. “Ron, it’s not what it looks like!” Harry said and pushed Ginny away who had engulfed him in a hug from the side as soon as they had heard someone come in through floo. “Do you realise what this looks like Potter?!” he said with widened eyes, “Merlin! Put on some clothes, you two!” he said and walked away to the living room as if calling Harry to sit and talk. “Gin-” he grunted. She laughed and pushed him away, signalling to the living room. He put on his clothes quickly. “Ron-” he tried to talk but Ron cut in, “How dare you!” he shouted, “she’s my sister Harry!” he said. “Ron, she’s my fiance and-” he tried to speak but Ron cut in again, “Fiancee?” he shrieked and stood up from the sofa. “I mean- I- I-” he stuttered and he saw Ginny walk into the room. “Yes! Fiance and he proposed after we shagged last night! Just for a count Ron, we’ve probably had sex more times this week than you have in your whole life.” she grimaced. “What-?” Harry said in a confused voice and signalled toward Ginny. Ron threw glances at both of them who stood on either side of the room. “No Ron, she’s lying, we- we- we-”he continued stuttering. “Okay, Professor Quirrell!” she grinned at Harry and continued, “Ron! It’s all in front of you! Whatcha gonna do?” she laughed. “Gin-”Harry eyed her to stop. “Oh, and if I am telling you my secrets, we’ve even shagged in your room, Ron! At the burrow!” she finished. “My room!?” Ron said with a terrified expression. Harry rolled his eyes. “Whatever Ron! That’s the truth! We’re both consenting adults, there’s nothing you can do! Plus, we’re in love.” he said. “You two are bloody minxes!” he barfed. Ginny winked at Harry. “Fine! I won’t kill you then Harry!” Ron said his eyes now moving from the ceiling to the floor. “As if you had the balls to do that Ronald!” Ginny laughed and walked toward Harry. She stood in front of him and gave him a little kiss, whispering in his ear, “That was amazing.” They both

grinned and Ron looked at them with an expression of pure disgust. “I’d trusted you, Harry! If you end up getting my sister pregnant or something, I will never forgive you!” he whined and continued, “Anyway, when did you get engaged? And when were you going to tell me and ‘Mione?” he finished. “As Gin already mentioned, I proposed last night after we shagged like, 4 times. She said yes, we are going ring shopping on Saturday and we were supposed to tell you after we got the rings and make a more acceptable story, but there you go!” Harry chuckled. “4 times?! Couldn’t you have skipped the details? Bleugh.” he muttered. “Ron! If you don’t want to get your bits hexed, then you better not tell anyone else, except ‘Mione!” Ginny cut in. Ron rolled his eyes. “I’d originally come to tell you lot that me and ‘Mione are having a hang out session tomorrow, at 8 in the evening, it’s been long since we all met, so, I’d come to invite you two. It would be good if you could go shopping today and come up with a better story before it slips out of your mouths. It’s for your good,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve taken a leave from work today too, to help ‘Mione with party prep, you should too!” Ron finished. “Well, alright, I wanna be officially engaged to you as soon as I can!” Harry said to Ginny, winked and kissed Ginny who he was still holding from around her waist. Ron gagged again. “Shut up! You just ruined the moment!” Ginny shouted and pulled away. “So? Are you going ring shopping?” Ron asked expectantly. “Hmmm… okay, I’ll call in sick,” Ginny shrugged and Harry held her tighter. “I’ll take a leave too!” Harry said and sat down on the settee with Ginny on his lap. “Where’s ‘Mione though?” Ginny said, looking at Ron. “Oh! She’s coming. She was meeting with one of her colleagues from the Ministry. She’ll floo in any minute now!” Ron replied. “Fancy some breakfast Gin? Ron?” Harry said. “Yes, please! I am starving!” Ginny grinned. “I think I’ve lost my appetite!” Ron said looking at the ever-randy couple in front of him who was now making out. Harry reluctantly pulled away and went to the kitchen. About 10 minutes later Harry walked back into the room with two plates, both with two slices of bread, each topped with a sunny side up and three strips of bacon. He handed one to Ron, “You could never lose your appetite!” he laughed and walked back to Ginny who stood up. He sat down and pulled her back on her lap. She picked up one of the pieces of bread and took it near Harry’s mouth. He took a bite and licked his lips. He did the same to Ginny and Ron looked up from his plate of food now to find Ginny licking Harry’s lips. “I think both of you are bloody capable of eating on your own!” he shouted and they heard the sound of someone coming in through the chimney. Of course, it was Hermione, Ron’s wife and Ginny and Harry’s best friend. She walked in and all of them greeted her with a pleasant hug and Ron with a kiss. They all took their places, now Hermione sat beside Ron on the large sofa in the middle of the room. They all ate and chatted, Ron told Hermione what had happened when he came here and the room filled with giggles from everyone except Ron. They talked for about an hour, “I’m going to go home, prepare for the party?” Hermione said as she got up and pulled Ron with her. They said their goodbyes and Ron and Hermione flooed away. “Now, Fiancee dearest, would you fancy making some calls to your office and mine for a holiday?” she asked, smiling. He nodded and they made their calls. “I’m going to take a shower, then we’re going to go get some rings!” Harry said as he walked into the bathroom. He took a quick shower and as soon as he stepped out, completely naked, Ginny walked in. He pulled her toward him and threw her over his shoulder. They both laughed as Harry put on his boxers. He put her down then and put on the rest of his clothes. Ginny stripped quickly and hopped into the shower. Harry tried not to look because he knew that it wouldn’t be too good if he was turned on while at the shop. He walked out and sat on

the sofa waiting for Ginny. A few minutes later, she walked out, completely naked. “Gin- you, you’re- you’re not wearing a robe or a towel?” he stuttered. “I forgot Harry! It doesn’t matter anyway, we’re going to be married soon!” she said and walked toward Harry, holding a tube of lotion in her hand. “Put this on my back,” she said normally. “But- but- Gin- I- okay-” he kept stuttering and took the tube from her. He looked away and squirted some lotion on her back. He started rubbing slowly in circular motions. “Harry! Do not tell me your awkward! We are going to be married for god’s sake! Shut up and rub it properly.” she shouted. “Yeah- yeah of course, god, I’ve done it before so many times!” he said a little more confident. “Oh my god! This reminds me of our first vacation together! In Long Island, our first trip to the US was together!” Ginny reminisced. Truth be told, Harry’s bulge was harder than ever. In long Island, they had sex inside the ocean, in the depths and it was probably one of the best Harry ever had. It really turned him on. He suppressed it and carried on, now using both of his hands to rub her back and massage her shoulders. He moved her hair and rubbed the bottom of her neck, timely whispering into her ear. Soon later Harry faced Ginny and caught her lips in a needy kiss.

#hinny smut #post war hinny #harry x ginny #hp fanfic #hinny fluff #harry potter #ginny weasley #ginny potter #hinny wedding #domestic hinny #hinny au #hinny proposal

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binniedeactivated · 3 years

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txt ideal types™️ || 👾

a/n; just want to say that this is not factual! this is based on my own opinion! if you have questions on why i think this don’t be afraid to send them through ask! hope you enjoy!!

soobin; --- since soobin said he is the type to let his s/o lead the relationship while he sits back, LMAO i honestly think soobin’s ideal type is a girl who is confident. I say confident because someone who is shy isn’t going to be comfortable telling a guy what to do. since he’s laid back and chill most of the time i feel like he wouldn’t mind someone whose the same way. someone who he can have deep conversations with and also act crazy with when they’re both feeling a little hyperactive. I really think someone whose very bubbly and hyper would make him a little flustered because he doesn’t want to bore her by doing the things he likes, and he wouldn’t know how to keep up with her energy. soobin likes to read books, watch tv shows and eat. he likes to eat bread and ice cream all day. he doesn’t like moving. so someone whose moving and doing a whole lot of shit constantly is going to tire him out LMAO. I also think since soobin is a little messy he needs a motherly type of girl that can help him with his habits. with soobin you’ll basically be a mom, leading the relationship and cleaning after him occasionally. I also think soobin would love someone who is romantic and is sensitive when it comes to him. he loves feeling loved and cared about and knowing that there’s someone who got his back through anything and everything. he’s very affectionate and light hearted so he needs someone who isn’t mean lmao!! he doesn’t like a whole lot of roast sessions and things like that and even if he does don’t go overboard with him because he’ll get sensitive asf.

--- as far as body type goes i feel like soobin doesn’t care. honestly. he’s really big so no matter what you’ll always be smaller than him even if you’re a little thick lmao. if you guys would like to know whether or not soob is an ass or boobs type of guy though i think he’s both. some boobs with a little ass would fluster him. all the way. he doesn’t expect much but if you’re well endowed in either, he’s going to be really touchy (with permission of course) and he’ll always make you feel comfortable in your own body.

yeonjun; -- oh god, this boy. nah jk. i honestly think yeonjun needs someone who creative and can introduce him to new things. since he really loves music and stuff I think he would love someone who can introduce him to different types of music. he’d love stuff like his s/o making playlists for him and sending him new songs randomly. i also think since yeonjun is a big foodie he would loooveee a girl with an appetite lmao! he would love her even more if she can cook the food he likes, or cook good food in general. he would really love someone who can introduce him to new kinds of of food and feed him when he’s hungry. whether it’s spoon fed or just dropping by some food to the studio for him when it’s lunch time. despite his stage presence i think he’d love someone who is sweet and easy going. outgoing as well! since he’s very shy and timid around new people he would LOVE if his s/o approaches him first. although he’s more of the lead in the relationship, i think he would love if his s/o knows how to lead as well especially when he’s feeling needy and needs affection. he doesn’t want a girl that let’s him lead ALL the time and let’s him put in 80% while they put in 20%. he wants it to be 50/50 at least. since he’s the oldest in the group it’s likely that he’s always taking care of the members so he needs someone who is willing to take care of him. he would also LOVE a funny girl omg. if you can make him laugh you automatically have his heart. he would love having a girl that’s also his best friend, one whom he can make inside jokes with. he would also love a stylish girl! i think if you dress well it would be easier for him to notice you since he’s very fashionable himself. he’d also never take his eyes off of you and remind you about how good you look everyday. with that being said he would love a girl he can go shopping with! that can buy him cute shirts and clothes that matches his style. he would love it even more if you introduce him to a new kind of style. he would love dressing up and going on random dates and taking lots of pics!

- as far as body type goes i think yeonjun would be attracted to curvier girls. he just gives me that vibe. of course he’d be attracted to any type of body type, but i think curvy is more his thing. if you’re wondering whether he is an ass or boob type of guy i think yeonjun is an ass and thigh type. so if you’re thicker around that area expect yeonjun to be all over you. LMAO (with permission of course).

beomgyu; -- gyuuuuu! okay so in my opinion gyu doesn’t really have an ideal type. he’s the type of guy where it’s like, if he likes you he likes you and if he doesn’t he doesn’t. as long as you know how to treat him and like having fun with him he’d love you! in all honesty i think beomgyu is a free spirit. he likes all types of girls in every size, shape or color. he doesn’t have a preference. just be yourself and don’t try to act too show-offy in front of him. i lowkey think beomgyu would like a motherly type of girl though and someone who is just as hyper as he is. since beomgyu is a mama’s boy he needs a girl that treats him like he’s her son LMAO but also let him be an adult too. like don’t baby him all the way but take care of him and check up on him often. he’d also love a clingy s/o. one who texts him and calls just to tell him how much they miss him. affection is key with gyu! if he can lay on your chest or cuddle with you all the time he will fall in love with you. i repeat HE WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. hold his hand, kiss his cheeks and play wrestle with him. also, build a relationship with his mother! i think gyu would love someone whose close to his mom. of course don’t be a creep but make sure you aren’t a stranger to her. since gyu is family oriented when it comes to his parents i think he would really appreciate if you took the extra mile and got to know his family. he’d love taking you to daegu to spend the holidays with his family and have fun eating and making jokes with them.

-- as far as body type goes beomgyu really doesn’t gaf. like fr. just as long as you’re confident in your body he would love you. and even if you aren’t he’d remind you about how much he likes it. if you’re wondering if beomgyu is an ass or boob type of guy though, gyu definitely loves boobs.

taehyun; -- (my MANNNN- i mean ahem) okay so, tyun is tricky af but I pay special attention to him because of this reason. in all honesty i think tyun LOVES the game of hard to get. he likes feeling like he got it in the bag with you, but he doesn’t at the same time. he would love a girl who is very confident, smart, and can adhere to his mind games. reverse psychology would have him SHOOK lmao! initially i think if tyun saw a girl he likes he would make it known he likes her just by doing little stuff like being nice to her or smiling at her and stuff. he would like it if she does it back too, but not becoming too engaged. i think his whole relationship would be him and his s/o playing hard to get. the both of them know they love one another and are very affectionate but they’re also a little mean to each other as well. cracking jokes every now and again and play wrestling. don’t take it too far though! he wouldn’t like if you gave him so much cold shoulder to the point where he thinks you no longer like him. tease him a bit though, he likes feeling like he’s still trying to win your heart. he would love a girl who is funny too and who is intelligent enough to have educational conversations if it ever came up. he’d love if his s/o does crazy shit just to make him laugh. i think he would also like someone with a slick mouth! lmaoooooo. i’m sorry but he does. tyun has a smart mouth himself so someone who can match his energy would definitely win him over. take care of him though! even though tyun claims he doesn’t love affection but he loves if his s/o kisses him all the time and cuddles him. tyun is lowkey very clingy so he’d hate to be by himself when on tours and things like that. he would love feeling like he’s needed and cared about! he would also like someone whose very thoughtful, like buying him things that reminds you of him.

--- as far as body type goes i think tyun doesn’t care but he’s like yeonjun in way. a fashionable curvier girl would catch his eye faster.

heuning kai; --- kaiiiii<33 in my opinion i don’t think kai has a type either. he goes with the flow really, but if you happen to joke and play with him alot he’d fall in love with you. i think kai is very quick so it doesn’t take much for him to fall in love with someone. he is the type to be a little hesitant about his feelings though. i think kai would love a girl who is just like him. who is hyper at times but knows when to be chill. I think heuning is actually very chill off camera to be honest so he’d love a girl who is the same way. honestly i think kai would like a girl whose on the sexier side. feel me? like not a cutesy type of person but someone who acts and dresses sexy, but has some cutesy traits about them. someone like that would take his heart. he would also love someone with a whole lot of humor but very sweet at the same time. someone he can laugh at anything and everything with because lord knows this boy finds everything funny asf. he would love someone that baby’s him but not too much. let him do things on his own but if he needs help that’s where you come in. he would love someone he can cuddle and kiss all the time. so if you aren’t that affectionate you wouldn’t match well with kai. he would also love a girl with an aesthetic type of fashion style! kai’s style is the epitome of a 90s sitcom teen boy crush with his baggy sweaters, baggy pants and old fashioned sneakers. i think someone who has that old-timey style as well would be really cute for him and he would love for you to dress in his clothes all the time. i think kai also likes play fighting a lot but he wouldn’t be too rough with you. be ready for that lmao! kai would also appreciate if you took time to get to know his sisters since he’s close to them. he’s kind of like beomgyu when it comes to family, he would love inviting you around them all the time so it would be amazing if you built a relationship with them.

--- as far as body type goes kai really wouldn’t care. he’s really big so he’d love anyone smaller than him no matter their size or shape. i think a fashionable girl with a cute smile would catch his eye first though.

#tomorrow by together #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #choi soobin #soobin #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #kang taehyun #taehyun #heuning kai #txt imagines #txt

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kuuderekweenfics · 3 years

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Only Temporary

I really wanted to make Keigo nasty. Like, a real debaucherous fiend who could hardly give a hoot about you (pun intended). Instead he came out of my head ever the gentlemen and oh, so soft.

Like a roll of double-ply toilet paper. (Kidding!)

But I’m not mad about it.

Also, reader, in this fic, you’re a bit cold at the beginning. So if you can’t imagine yourself being stand-offish, this mayyyy not be for you. For those of you who read my first piece, I added a lil Easter egg in there.

Hawks x Female Reader

Explicit Warning: Next stop, Orgasmville (18+)

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“baby, oh fuck...I’m gonna cum...”

An eye roll begins to form and you close your eyes to avoid confrontation. Not that he’s paying attention to anything other than his current orgasm anyway. Eyes clutched and nostrils flared. He looks constipated, you think. You choke down the impending laughter but can’t help the jerk your body makes, so you blanket it with a gaudy, dramatic moan to disguise your exposed apathy.

He’s busy peeling off the condom as you turn over and reach for your phone, dragging a finger under your eye to wipe away any mascara that may flaked during the two minutes of intercourse.

“Did I blow your mind?” He beckons for encouragement like a puppy beckons for attention.

You decide to throw him a bone. A lazy smile flickers in place. “Extraordinary.”

Puppy wags his tail.

You leave his apartment 20 minutes later, after a quick rinse off and against his wishes, feigning a prior engagement that requires the upmost promptness. As you walk along the bustling city sidewalk, neon lights and advertisements flashing cinematic beauty queens, you remind yourself that this, that he, is only temporary.

You met him at an overpriced cafe. You didn’t even remember his damn name. He was flustered, you could immediately tell by his stumbling speech. But you hadn’t been laid in over a year and needed to feel something other than your fingers or the purple silicone vibrator you kept tucked away in your nightstand drawer. Even if he was staler than the cup of coffee you purposely left behind.

But all you ended up doing was counting the seconds between thrusts until it was finally over.

“At least the cobwebs have been swept,” you settle. You thought someone who had a hardening quirk would have more gusto. Apparently the hardness of his boner does very little for the duration of intercourse. Good to know.

The chilled air nipped at you skin, leaving your cheeks and nose red with its kiss. In its wake was a residual sweetness, weak but more exigent the farther you walked. You made use of your quirk, a keen sense of smell, to locate where the comforting aroma came from. You face the bright patisserie, welcoming and quaint and almost entirely unoccupied.

As you walk inside, you’re greeted by a young woman, her swollen belly covered by an apron. She’s attempting to grab a tart from the middle shelf of the display case, squatted with her hand pressed into her lower back as if it were the only thing keeping her from toppling over.

“Do you need help?” You watch with pity.

She blinks at you and sighs, contemplating whether it was a good idea, or if it was even allowed, to ask for a customer’s assistance. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt, she nods and lets out a breathy laugh. “Please. This baby makes it impossible for me to do much nowadays.”

She hands you a glove and the box that had three cakes sitting neatly atop parchment. “How far along are you?”

It’s a weak attempt of small talk. And you don’t really care to know. But it would be awkward carry on in silence. So you manage to sound curious all the same.

“33 weeks.”

You hand her the box, tart acquired, and mumble out a congratulations. She thanks you kindly, although her smile doesn’t entirely reach her eyes. She gives you a slice of strawberry shortcake, perched on the top shelf, as reward for your task, as well as a coin.

“It’s for the gacha,” she points at the machine near the entrance. “I check each capsule to make sure there are no duds.”

You can’t possibly know what she means by that. You hold up the coin to her in thanks and grab your capsule before setting off.

It’s an All Might charm. Throwing it in your pocket, you work on your slice of cake, grabbing it with your hand and taking a bite like it was a slice of pizza. You never understood the logic behind idolizing heroes. While they did save the world from certain demise, and you were very thankful you were not a slave to a demon lord, heroes are simply doing their job. Were you to idolize the teen who whips up your order at McDonaz for feeding you as well? Mouthful of strawberry and cream, you chuckle at the mental image.

Your vision blurs as you’re abruptly yanked out of your reverie.

“What in the actual fuck?” You question angrily.

You turn to see a man, blue face partially covered for anonymity, holding the purse that is still slung to your shoulder. You stare through mirthless eyes as he growls in frustration, obviously intending to make an easier escape. Cake in hand, you slap him hard enough to leave a stinging pain in your palm. He struggles to get the cream from out of his eyes as he dashes away.

You hear a laugh behind you. “I had all intentions of rescuing you, although it doesn’t look like you need much help.”

His arms are crossed and his yellow visor does little to hide his obvious amusement.

“There are bigger evils to be thwarted. I can manage a failed pickpocket,” you respond, shifting your purse strap to sling across your body. “Shouldn’t you be, like, going after that guy?”

He blinks. “I already have.”

Your hair is pushed forward as the crimson feather zips past you and nestles neatly back into his plush wings. The weight of his stare is immobilizing. You’ve been gawked at by men countless times. But his slitted pupils gleams with lascivious intent.

You should look away.

You should tell Hawks goodnight.

You just let some rando fuck you only an hour ago.

Could you count that as a fuck?

That’s beside the point.

Only, you’re not sure what happened in the last ten minutes because now he’s pressed against you in your apartment hall, his lips latched onto yours as his stubble scrapes your chin. You want to put your hands on him anywhere and everywhere, feel the wiry muscles of his arm or test just how soft his wings are. But before you can so much as place a finger on him he seizes your wrists and holds them against the wall above your head, only to immediately trade them for your ass, hauling you up off the floor so that you can straddle him as your kiss deepens like the sea, your tongue sliding across his in waves.

You give him directions to the bedroom through the sloppy, firm kisses, shrugging off your top and hearing it hit the floor behind you. You jerk your hips forward to feel his hard-on, your jeans adding a touch of friction that makes you moan softly into his mouth.

He plops you on the bed, immediately tugging on the button of your pants.

But wait...

Perplexed, you ask, “When did you undress?”

Hawks grins at you and, instead of a response, answers by flapping his wings. The cold air it pushes towards you elicits a shiver. He rips off your jeans and panties in one go, staring at your pussy as if it were his last, god-damned meal. He winds his arms around your thighs and pulls you forward, his hot breath making your cunt twitch. He licks you with fervor, pressing his tongue against your soft, wet flesh. The moan he releases covers you in goosebumps. As he narrows in on your clit, circling it with his tongue before sucking down, your breasts jerks up. The pleasure is palpable as he eats away at your needy pussy vehemently. He releases one leg and inserts a finger into you to test the waters, followed by a second to fill you a bit more, curling his fingers upward in search of the spot that is sure to drive you wild. And it doesn’t take long, because in record timing you’re feeling hot, so very fucking hot, and the pressure that has been building in your head begs for release.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...me,” you drag out, snapping the rubber band that was holding your sanity in place.

You come hard and loud. He chuckles as he lets you drift back down from your high, lapping away at your juices and then wiping what remains on his chin with his thumb. As he sits up he rubs his dick, hard and thick and begging for entry as precum drips from the tip. He strokes his cock against your lips, thick veins greeting your clit to reinvigorate your arousal.

“Please,” you breathe out. It’s so unlike you to beg. You’re stubborn and proud, but in this instant, you would give anything for him to fuck you into oblivion, destroying your soppy cunt like he might destroy a menace.

He grabs your waist and pulls you up, kissing you roughly before falling back, leaving you straddled on top of him. He runs his hands down your body, rubbing you clit haphazardly.

“Show me how much you want it,” he smirks.

You rub his arousal against your lips a few times to continue coating him with your overflowing juices. Then you lean forward, one hand behind you takes hold of his cock and guides him in.

He’s big. Like “bite down on your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes shut while you tremble” big. You’re wetness did little for this intrusion, his cock scraping your walls as it inches in deep. But imagining his dick impaling you in quick succession leaves you breathless and wanting. You begin to move. Bobbing up and down, slowly at first, to get used to his girth. Adding the occasional swirl of your hips to get your pussy to cooperate and suck him up entirely. His eyes are on your cute face, red and focused, before he slides them down to watch where your bodies are conjoined. After a few minutes of pumping, your legs are beginning to tire, and try your best to keep the pace but hope for some intervention or a small reprieve. He must notice this, because he places his hands on your hips and pulls down, sheathing himself completely in one hard thrust. You cry out in ecstasy, throwing your head back as his fat cock punches into your cervix.

You hear him grunt under you. “Shit. F-fuck. You’re clamping around me.”

He thrusts, grinding into your throbbing cunt mercilessly. You cant think, you can breathe, all you can focus is the swift piston that seem to send an electric shock into the pit of your chest. You rub your the bundle of nerves at the apex of your heat with abandon, sending another bolt through your body. He catches your eyes roll to the back of your head. Shit, shit, shit, right there, right there, right...

A scream that had been building up in your stomach explodes from your mouth as your entire body quakes above him, hands gripping onto the anchor that is his hard, muscular abdomen.

He gently places his arm on your lower back, maneuvering the both of you without pulling out. You’re not sure if it’s the residual effect of your last orgasm, but you feel almost weightless.

You wouldn’t find out until later that he had used his wings to reposition.

He lays you on the mattress, kissing your neck and trailing down until his mouth meets your breast. He begins moving again, sucking on your nipple and softly biting just enough to make you moan. His thrusts are calculated: deep and triggering, each one leaving you a drooling mess.

He places his forearms on either side of your head, pressing a kiss to your ear.

“I need to fuck you hard,” he whispers.

All you can do is frantically nod before he starts speeding up, skin slapping skin. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, quick grunts echoing the creak of the springs in the bed beneath you. His dick pushes your organs up, up, up, as your body takes him in obediently, craving the taste. You mewl out quietly, biting your bottom lip and furrowing your brows.

“You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty.”

You cant respond, you just focus on each relentless thrust driving you closer to the breaking point. He sits up, raising your hips to find a better angle. He rams into you, quick and powerful. His cock reduces your mind to mush each time he bottoms out. He is close, you know. Not because his fingers are now digging into the skin of your hips, or the sweat that gleams on his brow. But because you feel his dick twitch repeatedly in your gewy cunt.

He plows into you erratically, filling you up so, very thoroughly. He grits his teeth with one final plunge, shooting his hot, sticky load into you. The feeling of his cum stuffing you to the brim feels almost comforting. You try, desperately, to hold in the sob threatening to escape you. You refuse to get emotional.

Oh lord. Get a grip. You just met the man. You need to keep your cool. Because, just like the one before, regardless of your small, nagging desire, you know the cold truth of the matter.

He’s only temporary.

Even if he has given you the best sex of your life.

Even as his shaky fingers detach from your hips as he releases a whistle.

Even as he asks, “you doing okay?” with an open tenderness that surprises you.

Even as he brings his hand to your face and wipes away the tear that manages to free itself despite your earnest resolve.

Even as you give him the most genuine smile you can offer.

“Extraordinary.”

#hawks x y/n #hawksbnha #hawks x reader #fan fiction #Smut #bnha smut #anime fic #why is it spicy #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami

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onelastbreath-writes · 3 years

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I Spy

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Fem!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Brief mention of bad(abusive/manipulative) parents, general adult topics, swearing.

Summary: You meet a cute guy at a bar, you date, you fall in love, and oops, it turns out you’ve both been lying about your careers. Classified only stays classified until you get assigned a mission together. (SpecOps&Spies, with Young!Frankie)

A/N: Hey guys, I was bad and started another fic. Whoops. This one is for Triple Frontier because I love that soft boi Francisco. The flavour of this fic, the vibe if you will, is basically the spiderman pointing meme. I’ve vaguely set the timeline to like mid-2000s? so I’ll be trying my best to stay true to technology and aesthetic of the era. There was so much denim. Anyways, that means I’m trying to write for about a 27-33 year old Frankie and a similarly aged reader. I don’t see this series being more than a couple chapters at best, so it’ll be short and sweet. Also, like, very little angst if I can help it; I just want this one to be a good, cute, fun read. Hope y’all enjoy! Xoxo

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“So, you’re coming out tonight, right? You’re not busy or anything?”

“Please don’t say it like that, you know how busy work actually is. And I’m a grown woman; if I didn’t want to go to a shady dive bar with you and your very loud friends from the office, I’d say so,” You loved your best friend, and you missed spending time together, but you really couldn’t say the same for her co-workers.

You had nothing against the women she worked with, and you found that they were all perfectly lovely and usually quite fun to be around… it was just that when the alcohol came out, the volume control and verbal filters disappeared.

You wouldn’t say that barhopping was what you’d prefer to be doing tonight, along with more or less babysitting your friend and her friends, but you didn’t know when you’d next be able to squeeze in a night off to just hang out and have fun, so this was happening. You would laugh and smile and keep the drunk secretaries from going home with questionable people, and then you would look back on your ladies’ night with fond memories until you could eventually attend another.

You had known when you picked your career that it would be an around-the-clock, all-day, every-day sort of thing. You never deluded yourself into thinking you would have much of a social life or long-term relationships. Most partners, hell even most friends, would have a problem with you jetting off for weekends, or disappearing for days at a time under mountains of paperwork and appointments.

It just made your best friend that much more important to you. You’d met as kids, went through years of school beside each other, hung out, did stupid teenager things and then stupid young adult things together. You’d cried and laughed and fought and made up a million times, you’d gone to different colleges and still kept in touch, moved away, moved back, and you were still going strong. She was your ride-or-die, your anchor and your parachute and everything in between, so if you could use some of your precious, hoarded, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time off to see her, that’s just what you’d do.

“You should take some of that fire, and direct it at your boss. Tell him no for a change. I’d love to see his face at that!” She meant well, always trying to look out for you and your health when it came to your beyond demanding job. You weren’t even allowed to tell her a fraction of what you were doing in your professional life, and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her from being ready to throw fists at your employer at a moment’s notice.

“One does not simply tell the über-rich that they don’t need to fly to Paris, again. Being a PA is a full-time nannying gig, except your charge is an adult who can argue when you say no, and you cannot put them on timeout when they’re being a brat. Where he goes, I go, and unless something drastic happens, it will probably continue on like that for a while.” She laughed at your jokes, and your heart hurt a little less at her glee. You knew she would never give up on you or blame you for your work being unpredictable, but that didn’t make the sting of last-minute cancels and missed outings hurt any less, for either of you.

“But it must be nice, just getting on a plane and going somewhere amazing at the drop of a hat. Travelling the world like a superstar, meeting people, having amazing adventures with mysterious strangers…”

“Easy there, Mamma Mia, your wanderlust is showing. And I’d take you with me in a heartbeat if I could. You were born to be a jetsetter, not to be stuck in this town with nothing but the office cubicle beside you to stare at. And I still think you should apply for one of those immersive culture grants you keep mooning over. They’d be fools not to fund your writing expedition!” She was an incredible person, three full degrees to her name in the time it took a normal student to get one, and a brain that could run miles around the rest of the professionals in her field. But she was tethered to this quiet backwater town, and she wasn’t free to fly like she deserved.

“You know I can’t just… go, like you can. My mom, it’d just break her heart… I don’t want to leave her alone, not after Dad,” You honestly doubted that you’d ever meet a woman more horrible and undeserving of her own daughter’s kindness. Helen was a parasite full of lies and manipulations and greed, and she had attached herself like a bad rash to your friend after she’d chased away the rest of her family members.

Your friend searched for the good in everyone, but you wished she’d stop looking for it at that home.

“You deserve your own happiness and freedom, and she should be encouraging you to spread your wings if and when you’re ready.” Politicking your friend was never something you enjoyed. She was the last person you wanted to use your negotiating credentials and sly subterfuge tactics against, but you wanted, needed, her safety and health more. You considered it almost bribery; dangling her dream future in front of her in exchange of being rid of the garbage in her life.

“Hey now, we’re getting way too deep into sad-drunk night conversations, and this is strictly a happy-fun-drunk night. Please leave all baggage and woes at the door, thank you!” You admitted your defeat and surrendered your verbal power point on Why Helen Needs to Disappear. You would get her next time for sure, give her the accelerant to burn down that bridge. “Anyways, the reason I called was to remind you of our haunt for the night. One of the girls, Kelly, you remember Kelly, found this adorable little hole in the wall. A total boys’ club apparently: darts, pool, sports games on the TV, but Kelly’s sister’s friend’s brother Tyler said the place was a favourite of the local army guys. So, if nothing else, we’ll at least have some hunks to look at for a while. It’ll be great!”

You jotted down the directions to the bar as she listed them, and the time you were expected to arrive there.

“Oh! And wear that cute little blue number you bought last spring; I know you still have it so don’t you dare lie. It makes your ass and legs look divine, and I think you could stand to make a new acquaintance tonight.” That Little Blue Number was buried in the back of your closet where you had hoped it would remain forever, but luck was not on your side tonight it seemed. But it did make you look, and feel, fantastic. It was just so… breezy. “And heels! Real ones, not your cute little personal assistant kitten heels. Those black strappy ones would work like a dream!” You just sighed dramatically into the receiver and agreed to her demands.

“I’ll let you go now, and yes, I suppose I can be presentable tonight, dress and all. See-ya later!”

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Hole in the wall was right. This place was basically underground it was so on the D.L. It was warm inside though, and in the middle of autumn with so much skin on display, you could not be more pleased to get away from the chilled outside air.

You would describe the interior as comfortable with a hint of rustic; lots of warm dark wood and low lights, mixed with the soft Latin music crooning in the background and the few patrons’ conversations adding to the ambience.

All in all, it was probably the nicest dive bar you’d been to in your hometown.

Your party was easy to spot where they had claimed a group of pushed together tables towards the far side of the establishment, and you carefully made your way over to them in your tricky high heels.

You said your hellos to returning faces and introduced yourself to the new additions, and accepted the chair you were pointed to and the drink pressed into your hand.

And so, the hours rolled.

You had enjoyed two fruity cocktails and a flaming shot before you called it quits on the alcohol for the night. You still had a few hours to sober up enough to drive home safely, and you would be able to help the girls get to their rides and ways home too. You appreciated having a social drink or two, but you didn’t care for hangovers and would happily take slightly tipsy over party-hard drunk anytime. Plus, your contract stated you were on-call, always, and you could be required to navigate high-stress negotiations at the drop of a hat. It was just better to cut yourself off, then reap the consequences of your actions later.

You tapped your friend’s shoulder as you walked past and leaned over to talk into her ear. “I’m getting some water for the table; do you want anything else?”

“Mmmm, no I think we’re good for now, thanks!” She was plastered already, but she had a huge grin on her face and was laughing at her co-workers’ stories, so you considered it a win of a night. You gave her a pat goodbye and swayed your way to the bar.

But you just were not accounting for the uneven floorboards, or how much your heels affected your currently less than steady equilibrium, and before you could blink you were teetering over into a nasty fall.

“Whoa there, easy does it, muñequita” Arms wrapped around you and pulled you back into a warm chest. “Careful now, don’t go twisting an ankle in those fancy shoes.”

You certainly did not account for the man you turned around to face. Wow.

His hands glided respectfully from where he had caught you around the waist to your still bent and held out elbows, steadying you as you swayed dangerously again.

Warm brown eyes, soft brown curls, and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you knew that it wasn’t left over adrenaline from your near wipeout. He was gorgeous and handling you so gently, and you wanted to spend forever in that moment.

“Hey there, palomita, I’m Frankie, can I buy you a drink?”

[Next Part]

#triple frontier #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x you #Pedro Pascal #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader

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markosmate · 4 years

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gorgeous (baby blues ll)

pairings; paul x reader

summary; after waking up in a hotel room alone and beginning to find out what you really are, you go looking for the boys to get some answers. spoiler alert: you get more than you bargained for.

warnings; strong language, use of weed

an:// i’m writing this note before writing this sequel to let y’all know that i for some reason had such a hard time trying to figure out what would happen in this but i finally got this idea so here it is y’all - the long awaited part two!! <33 (also i use babe way too much in this please forgive me,, other pet names make me highkey cringe)

Waking up the next morning was absolute hell. There was no other way to describe it. There was an overwhelming urge to drink something and it filled every vein in your body no matter how many waters you downed, nothing was making it subside. Besides that, there was a god forsaken pain in your chest that felt like it was dragging you towards something else. You couldn’t pin point where exactly it was trying to take you, you just knew you needed to go.

Trying to ignore how shitty you felt, you stood from the cheap motel bed and stumbled your way into the small bathroom. You were hoping a hot shower and some scented shampoo could get your mind off of the pain coursing through your body.

As you stood under the steaming water, you tried hard to think about what happened last night that could’ve caused this pain. The more you dug into your memory, the more came back to you in short flashes. You hadn't actually fallen asleep after David had told you to now that you think about it. It kind of feels like a conscious blackout, where you were still there when it was happening - yet it all happened in what only felt like the blink of an eye.

Flashes of memory came speeding back, almost making you topple over from the pounding headache that came with them. You vaguely remember sitting on the couch, leaning against Paul and drinking from a bedazzled bottle. The boys were all laid back - Marko smoking a joint, Dwayne reading a book, and David scanning through the stations on a radio. The next memory only consisted of you and Paul looking at each other and laughing as a snoring David with a sharpie mustache laid next to you both.

The last memory was short, but sweet. Paul and Dwayne standing with you as you checked into this very motel. "You could just stay with us babe." You remember Paul telling you as he held you close to him, rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek cutely.

As far as you could tell from your memories, nothing too bad had happened. You’d gotten shit-faced with the boys, drew a mustache on David, and checked into this hotel after Paul and Dwayne drove you here. Nothing too shabby.

Until you stepped out of the shower and screamed at the top of your lungs. Why in the fuck could you see through yourself?

You just sort of stood there for a moment staring at the see-through reflection of yourself in the mirror. You could still see the general outline of your body, but it just kind of looked a cloud of mist.

You looked over towards the bathroom sink and spotted a pretty scented candle sitting next to the faucet. Just to make sure you weren’t going insane, you picked it up and held it behind your back, only to find out you could still see it.

"What in the holy hell happened last night?" You whispered to yourself, trying to pull your clothes on as quick as possible. You didn’t bother properly checking out of the hotel, you just wrapped your old clothes in a towel and hurried out to your motorcycle with the keys in hand.

You stuffed the clothes in your backpack strapped under the seat and you were off in an instant. "Are you kidding?" You growled looking at the sky. The sun was almost completely hidden under the skyline. "How is it already this late?"

You didn’t realize that you didn't really know what you were supposed to do until you were already speeding down the road. You didn’t know how to find the boys, you didn’t know who to ask about where to find them, and as far as you could remember you didn’t exactly know how to get to the cave from here.

After minutes of just aimlessly driving up and down roads, you decided that heading to the boardwalk was the smartest course of action. Hopefully you’d be able to spot them there, and if you didn’t then you’d just have to try and remember all the paths through the woods they had taken to get to the bluff.

The boardwalk was just as crowded as the night before, as you expected. The parking lot was almost completely packed and you didn’t really feel up to driving up and down the lines trying to look for a spot, so you took it upon yourself to follow the boys' lead and drive up onto the boardwalk - something with which you were almost sure was completely illegal. You swerved around multiple crowds of people, constantly looking around and over your shoulder to try and spot the boys. There was no sign of them or their bikes anywhere on the entire beach.

"This is fucking ridiculous, this makes no sense." You muttered, throwing your head back in pure frustration. To the woods you go then. You were absolutely livid that you were being forced to try and find this place once again on your own.

Now that you really thought about it, you couldn’t even really figure out why you felt the need to go to the boys about this predicament. Maybe it’s because you trusted them? Nah, it’s because you blame them for everything that has happened to you since you woke up. You sped down the beach, your bike tires kicking sand up in multiple directions as you angrily ranted in your head.

An indescribable thirst that wasn’t calming down, a pounding headache that had lasted a good two and a half hours at this point, a sharp pain in your chest that throbbed everytime you ignored the urges to follow it to where it was trying to take you, and your body was see through. There’s absolutely no way that they didn’t have something to do with it.

After at least an hour and a couple of wrong turns, you finally made it to the bluffs. You huffed out a breath of air that was nothing short of annoyance as you realized the boys bikes weren’t here either.

"Whatever, I’ll just wait here for them then." You spoke aloud to yourself once more as you killed the engine and walked the bike over to a section of sea-plants to hide it from view. You jogged down the stairs that led to the bridge, stopping halfway over to look out into the ocean.

You really wouldn’t mind staying here for good, after all the traveling you've done for so long it really wouldn’t hurt to finally call somewhere home.

However, you wouldn’t even think about making that decision until you found out what the hell had happened the night before. Once you were safely down inside the cave, you tried to cozy yourself up on the couch to ignore the horrible chill going through the place. They lived here, it shouldn’t take long before they arrive right?

Not even a half hour later, you heard the roars of the engines and the voices of the boys echoing down the side of the bluff. "I don’t understand, you guys dropped her off didn’t you? Where could she have gone?" You could vaguely pick up Marko's voice carried on the wind.

"Stop!" Paul's voiced suddenly came in a shout. He laughed giddily before you heard the pounding of footsteps down the stairs. "I can smell her!"

Smell you? How could he smell you from up there? Suddenly he emerged from the webs and drapes hanging around the opening with a large smile on his face. "Babe!" He grinned as he hopped down from the last step, the other three following quickly after him. "We were just out looking for you for like two hours!"

"Wow, wish I knew that before I went out looking for you guys." You rolled your eyes, pulling the blanket on your shoulders tighter around your body.

"How'd you find your way here so easy?" Marko questioned, leaning over to the radio to turn it up a little for some background noise.

"It wasn’t easy, I got lost six times." You replied bluntly as you kept an eye on Paul who was slowly scooting closer to you on the couch.

David snorted at you, moving to sit down in his wheel chair. You looked at him for the first time since they had come in and snorted right back at him once you noticed the fading mustache clumsily drawn on his face.

He immediately realized what you were looking at and shot you a sharp glare. "Don’t even think you’re off the hook for that."

"What?" You whined playfully. "It was Paul's idea." That was a lie, you truly had no idea who’s idea it was to draw it but you weren’t exactly interested in being at the receiving end of David's wrath just a day after meeting him.

"What?" Paul echoed, locking eyes with you with a small pout playing at his lips. "Don’t sell me out like that, babe."

You giggled at him, for a moment completely forgetting that you were supposed to be mad at them as soon as your eyes locked with his. You caught yourself quickly, cutting your laughter short and turning to look at each of them sharply. "I didn’t come here to laugh." Your resolve broke halfway through and you couldn’t stop the smile from coming to your face once you spotted Dwayne hiding his quiet laughs behind the sleeve of his jacket. "I came here for answers." Your whisper came soon after.

"What kind of answers?" David mumbled, inhaling from his cigarette and slowly letting a cloud of smoke out after.

"What happened last night?" This caused the smirk to slowly come back to his face. You continued, not letting yourself become deterred from his standoffish attitude. "I woke up feeling like absolute shit. I mean, some weird thirst that I couldn’t crave, a horrible headache, I can see through myself! What the hell did you guys do?"

"Nothing you didn’t agree to." Came the leader's genius reply.

"I didn’t agree to anything." You snapped. "What did you do?"

"Listen babe, you drank some blood, joked around for a while, we played some pranks, and I drove you to that motel while Dwayne got your motorcycle from the boardwalk. That’s all that happened. Honest." Paul held out his pinky towards you. You looked at him skeptically before raising your pinky to wrap around his.

"Promise?" You mumbled, not shying away from him as he leaned towards you a little more.

"Promise." The smile he sent you was almost enough to have you falling for him instantly, until his previous words clicked in your head. You roughly shoved him away from you, standing and frantically backing away from all four of them.

"What?" You almost screamed looking at them with a building fury hidden in your eyes. "What the fuck do you mean I drank blood?"

"Calm down sweetheart, you’re being kind of over-dramatic." Marko mocked with a lazy smirk on his face. Dwayne shot him a sharp look before turning to try and console you.

"Calm down? Is this some sort of sick joke?" You began hyperventilating. Whose blood did you drink? Why did you willingly let them give you blood? How does that explain anything that’s been happening to you?

"Okay, I know this looks bad. Trust me, baby, I know. Please come sit and we'll explain everything to you alright?" Paul grabbed onto your wrist gently and led you back over to the couch as Dwayne crouched in front of you and began trying to help direct your breathing back to normal.

"Good?" The brunette checked after a few minutes.

You nodded, leaning back against the couch and wrapping your arms around yourself. "Yeah... thanks." He nodded in acknowledgment before pushing himself into a sitting position, waiting for the other two to sit themselves in a circle so they could all explain it to you as much as possible.

"Yeah, you drank blood. My blood." David explained shortly, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray on one of the side tables.

You tried to stop yourself from jumping up and attempting to strangle him, feeling budding frustration build at his lack of explanation.

"Why?" You forced out through gritted teeth, keeping your eyes locked directly onto the platinum blond's.

"To put this shortly, and hopefully get this over with soon, we’re vampires. I'm the head. You drank my blood, now you’re a half vampire. You won’t be a full until you make your first kill. Do with that what you will." And with that, he stood, turned, and made his way into another hallway that stemmed off of the main room.

"I- I just- what... what does that even mean?" You cried out looking in between the three remaining vampires. “Vampires? Y’all are vampires?” Dwayne just shot you a small sympathetic smile before ruffling your hair and making his way into the same hallway David had gone.

"Don’t worry, kitkat. You said you were wandering didn’t you? Have been for a long time? This could be your home, if you want. With us." Marko grinned at you and you slowly felt your resolve fading away.

Okay, yeah, they did turn you without your permission. But, you’d been looking for a place to call home for so long. Yeah, they were vampires. You think? And you were almost a full one like them, so would it be that bad to call these boys, this place your home? You didn’t think so.

"Maybe." You smiled a little, lifting your eyes from your hands to look around the cave for the second time in complete awe. "I do like it here. A lot."

"Yeah, and like Dwayne said last night. You felt a pull to stay here, Santa Carla is where you were meant to be." The curly blond spoke once again, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed against his chest.

"Why though? Surely you must have an answer for that. If you knew about it, then you must know what it is." You tilted your head the tiniest bit, looking between the two boys sitting next to you.

"The mating bond." David's voice echoed in the main room as he came in from the hallway. He held a small box of records in his hands, setting them down next to his wheelchair as he began sorting through them to find the right one.

"The mating what now?" You snorted, moving to lean your head against Paul's shoulder. He tensed for a moment out of surprise but leaned right back onto you once he realized what you were doing.

"That pull you feel. It’s a mating bond, common in vampires - but not all have them. You feel it now, you’ll feel it a hundred times stronger once you become a full." David explained, finally finding the track he was looking for as he grinned in triumph.

"So what you’re saying... is I’m attached to this place? In a mating bond? And I’ll feel it stronger once I turn?" You were completely and utterly confused about the entire thing and it only became more confusing when all the boys began to chuckle.

"Not the place cutie." Paul teased, moving to massage your shoulder a little bit.

"So... one of you?" The question came rolling off your tongue before you could even think about the possibility.

"Bingo." Dwayne came strolling in, shooting a finger gun in Paul's direction. You immediately caught on to the action, turning in your spot to lock eyes with Paul.

"You?" You whispered, gaping at him as he nodded with a happy grin adorning his face, teased hair bouncing with every movement of his head.

"Right on, Y/n." It was the first time that he called you by your actual name, and it dawned on you how important a mating bond must be to a vampire.

"So you can feel it stronger than I can?"

“God, you bet he can. Felt it as soon as we drove onto the boardwalk last night." Marko chuckled, biting at his thumbnail.

"Only reason we went into max's video store." David explained, twirling his bracelet around as he talked.

"Wow, okay. That’s a lot to take in." You mumbled, moving to lean into Paul more as he fully wrapped his arm around your waist - much more comfortable in being physical with you now that you knew the truth.

"But... you’ll stay?" Paul asked.

"And change?" Marko threw in.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I will." You grinned at them all as they all cheered, Paul laughing into your ear as he pulled you into him tightly.

As the other three began celebrating the newest addition to their little family, you turned to look at Paul only to realize he was already looking at you. You mirrored his smile as you looked into his pretty blue eyes, trying to dig deeper and catch a glimpse of what he was feeling. In the end, you just ended up whispering to him.

"Can I kiss you?" His face lit up and his free hand came up to cup the side of your neck, his thumb grazing softly over your jaw.

"Hell yeah, you can." And his lips met yours in the middle. This is where you were meant to be, you finally knew where you were being pulled to all along.

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