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agendratum · 2 years
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I give up, Pete. I'm sorry.
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yoonieper · 1 year
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Chronicles of My Witchy GF | JJK
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We made our own magic.
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✵ Pairing: Jungkook x witch!Reader 
✵ Genre: fluff, smut, crack
✵ Rated: W for Which Witch?
✵ Warnings: little bit of weed smoking, lots of cheesy lines (babies in love), Jungkook accidentally eats something he shouldn’t (twice), lots of crying (in the good way), this shit gets nasty, mentions of food play, masturbation (m), dry humping, thigh fucking(?), pillow fucking, tiny bit of breed kink (it’ll make sense later lol), accidental facial, oral (m + f recieving), throat fucking, face sitting, lots of cum (a lot!), unprotected sex (be smart y’all <3)
✵ Word Count: 31.8k (get snacks :’D)
✵ Summary: Just Jungkook and a few cute tales about his witchy girlfriend~
✵ Now Playing…: Freaky Deaky by Tyga & Doja Cat, Lay it Down by Steelix, Under the Influence by Chris Brown 
✵ Betas: Thank you so much to the amazing @jessikahathaway and @xxxanimangxxx for looking over this monster fic so quickly <3!
✵ Author’s Note: This fic is so unserious yall, I don’t know how I ended up writing this 😭 I had plans for a Jimin fic, but I started this hoping to get it done quickly, but this turned out a lot longer than I thought it would be :’) Anyway, I thought I would experiment a little with this type of formatting for this fic~ Hope y’all enjoy, and Happy Halloween! This couple is so cute and has so much drabble potential (I got ideas~)! P.S. Made the banner myself and I’m tryna get better, hope y’all like 😅
No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D
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Hello to the random person who decided to click on this post! I know the title of this might sound a little strange and no one reading this will believe anything I say, but I was just hoping to rant to the void with the high probable fact that this message will most likely be buried under many other users’ posts. I can’t talk to anyone in my life about this. My friends and family have not even heard these stories to their true entirety, as they include secrets that aren’t mine to tell. For once I wanted someone to hear the tales that have somehow become my life. 
I’m Jungkook (pronounced Jeong-guk) and a few years ago I found myself dating a witch (yep, you read that right). We had recently gone out shopping together and I had made up the excuse that I was going to check out another store. In actuality, I was really interested in going to this jewelry place. 
A couple weeks ago on a late night I ended up on their website looking through the array of their jewelry for a birthday present, but I found myself up all night scrolling through the engagement rings page. I had wanted to see a few of them in person. 
We haven’t been dating too long (6 years isn’t that long right?) and we’re both still young with dreams and aspirations that have yet to be achieved in their entirety. That step has always been something I thought should be saved at a later point when things have gotten less hectic, but I found myself looking at this one ring in particular that I couldn’t stop imagining on her finger. All this has just made me reminisce and think about our future. 
My emotions are a mess right now, but for some reason I found myself here wanting to share with a faceless crowd how weird my girlfriend is and how much I love her. 
*All stories were shared with her permission, she’s helping me write this :3*
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**Bold words are in Korean**
The way he had come to know you had been purely coincidental. Jungkook had always been the type to try his best in his classes. His grades were pretty good considering the notoriously hard courses he was required to take and his gpa managed to show for his efforts. In high school he never cared too much about that type of thing, but after managing to graduate with a 4.1, he was determined to keep it up. 
It had been the fall semester in his 3rd year that he found himself stupidly enrolled in an Ancient History class after his friend Namjoon talked him into it. He was a numbers guy and the class focused on reading a lot of text that he could hardly understand. He tried to pay attention in class but the only reason he was able to absorb any of the course material was listening to Namjoon happily rant about how interesting the story of Gilgamesh was. 
The first few quizzes and even the exam he had a few weeks after, Jungkook found himself stunned at how terribly he was doing. The assessments were hard on their own, but no matter how much he tried to talk with Namjoon about the meaning behind Gilgamesh’s third dream in the story he still found a 65% popping up once he submitted his exam. 
His heart sank, because he knew if he didn’t do well on the next upcoming unit he was sure to fail the class and he could kiss that 4.0+ goodbye. 
With even more help from Namjoon plus a few of his history loving friends Jungkook managed to float at a 70% for all his quizzes but once the midterm was approaching he knew he had to pass this in order to have any chance at getting above a C. 
But as he submitted his very last quiz before the midterm and that 69% popped up he found himself a little desperate for a solution. Somehow his frustrations ended up being received by Taehyung, his roommate and a good friend of both him and Namjoon. He was an Art Major who always seemed to have a little too much time on his hands and enough weed stashed away to make Jungkook momentarily forget about his problems. 
“I can already see it now, all A’s then that one fucking D…” Jungkook sighed, leaning back in his bean bag chair. After that last quiz his overall grade had now reached a spectacular… drumroll please… 68%. It was bad, really, really bad. 
“Hehe D…” Taehyung quietly giggled to himself.
“I haven't had a D on my transcript since elementary school…” Jungkook thought back. “It’ll be so obvious, my parents will see it immediately.” He feared what they might say, the look of disappointment on their faces… the thought alone made Jungkook want to implode.
“Like BAM… right there, just a big fucking D—” 
Jungkook was hardly able to finish before Taehyung burst out laughing. It took way too much time for him to figure out what was so funny. He just rolled his eyes at his friend’s childish sense of humor when he was trying to have a serious talk. 
Taehyung picked up on the vibes and stared at him. 
“Jungkook, I have no idea why you’re thinking about that class right now. Is this weed not good or something?” He genuinely wondered, despite how out of it he felt. 
“I feel like it’s made it worse.” Jungkook groaned, the only thing his mind could focus on was that one D that was probably going to ruin his perfect transcript and– Hehe, it was actually pretty fun– No! No it wasn’t, he was seriously about to fail this class! 
Jungkook sighed and took another hit from his blunt, hoping that would somehow make all his problems disappear. 
“Ok ok ok… how desperate are you to pass this test?” Taehyung eventually asked.
“Hyung, if this is some weird way for you to say I should sleep with the TA again because I swear—“ Jungkook sighed, knowing where this was going.
“No! No… but you really should consider it— I’ve heard she’s pretty hot and maybe that can be your way to pass the class!” Tae tried to reason.
“Hyung, what did I say?!”
“Plus, when was the last time you got laid?” Taehyung suddenly questioned.
“What do you mean? I slept well last night.” Jungkook said seriously, but he just got a hard slap on the back from his hyung at his joke.
“Jungkook, be serious! You don’t come to any of the parties Jimin invites us to, you’re always crammed up in your room. I don’t know, that TA might be a good option for you…”
“Oh my god.” Jungkook suddenly didn’t know the man beside him,
“You both can like read each other lines from the Iliad as dirty talk.” Taehyung laughed but he was actually being serious. Jungkook’s face flushed, both annoyed that this was still a conversation they were having, but he was also embarrassed his hyung wasn’t even exaggerating. 
It had been since freshman year that he had last gotten down and dirty. The only reason he had done in the first place was to check off that stupid virginity box that didn’t really exist in the first place and his sad attempt to fit in with the rest of his peers. He quickly figured out though he wasn’t cut out for the quick party sex. Handjobs in a pantry, blowjobs in a car, fucking in a bush behind the person’s house was not at all his style. Some may call him sappy but he wanted the rose petals on the bed, the picnic blanket under the stars, the shit that makes you cry in movies— all of that was something he knew would probably happen only in a relationship. 
The realization made him basically avoid every party his friends tried to bring him to and Jungkook couldn’t flirt to save his life in the “real world” so as sad as it may sound… everything Taehyung was saying was pretty much true. 
Jungkook took a long hit from his blunt, somehow this whole conversation just made him feel even worse. 
“Anyway though, that’s not really what I was going to mention.” Taehyung circled back.
“What… are you gonna say I should sleep with the professor next?” Jungkook was joking, but he was truly worried about what bizarre thing Taehyung might say next.
“You said it, not me.” 
“Alright then… What could possibly save me from failing this class?” Jungkook stared up at the ceiling, his eyes trained on the spinning fan above. 
“I know this girl who runs this shop downtown, she actually goes here at our school. I’ve been over there before I had big tests and didn’t really get to study, every time I’ve somehow managed to pass using this stuff she gave me.” 
For a while Jungkook didn’t say anything, too focused on the way the fan seemed to slow down if he paid attention to one of the blades. Then it hit him suddenly at what his hyung was saying and sat up to face him. 
“That’s your solution?” He was in disbelief that he was even suggesting this bullshit. 
“I know it sounds crazy, I thought it was too but I promise every time I’ve been over there I’ve somehow managed to pass my test against all odds. Her stuff is pretty expensive so I can’t go over there all the time, but I guarantee everything she sells works.” Taehyung sounded like a spokesperson for the shop. 
“Hyung…” 
“It’s perfect for desperate situations like the one you’re in now.” Taehyung smiled, satisfied with his marketing. 
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I think you got scammed.” Jungkook put it plainly, going back to staring at the fan. 
“I’m telling you it works! It was worth every penny.” 
“It’s a scam.” 
“All you need to do is go over and tell her what you need help with, she’ll probably give you the same stuff she gave me. You take it home and you can either eat it or smoke it. I usually prefer the latter—“
“Hyung…” 
“Come on Jungkook, think of it as a last resort. I promise to pay you back on whatever you end up spending if you end up doing badly on your midterm!” The suggestion was serious and Jungkook was confused on how this scam had his hyung confident enough to pay him back.
In the end Jungkook promised he’d think about it before he went to get goldfish to snack on. 
As the days passed, what he never thought he would find himself even considering, started to seem like his only hope. Jungkook still didn’t understand a single line of the Iliad and his other classes were taking up all his time so he couldn’t try and ask Namjoon or any of his friends for help. 
When the exam was two days away and after a couple of breakdowns Jungkook found himself in his room, tears staining his textbooks, absolutely mentally drained from taking a test earlier that day. The only thing he could think about was that midterm that was coming up in a few days and the offer his hyung had suggested. 
It was probably a scam, it was 100% a scam, but he had nothing to lose at this point. Even if it was merely a coincidence that Taehyung managed to pass his exams, or maybe it was just the placebo effect at play, he needed whatever luck he could get. 
That’s how he somehow ended up driving himself downtown to the address Taehyung had texted him the day after he told him about the place. 
Jungkook could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the sign so unironically displayed ‘The Magic Shop’ above the door. It just made him feel even more crazy when he got out of his car and pushed open the door, a pleasant bell greeting him. 
He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting going into a place called ‘The Magic Shop’ but he was immediately hit with the pleasant scents of cinnamon and a few other spices he couldn’t remember the name of. Displayed along the shelves were mainly jars with golden labels with words he couldn’t understand along with a couple of funny looking knick knacks in between.
The place was also appropriately decorated for Halloween, or rather much of it was just tasteful fall decor with a tiny skeleton and ghost sprinkled in between. Part of him wondered if this was because of the holiday or did this place look like this all the time. 
“Hello, I’m over here!” Jungkook suddenly heard a voice call out, making him nearly jump. He quickly tried to calm himself before making his way through the aisles over to where he heard the voice. 
“Over here!” He turned his attention over to the counter. 
On his ride over he wondered what kind of girl could possibly be the type to run such a place. A lot of the time he would picture this weird old lady who had way too many cats, colorful scarves, and who was always found hunched over a cauldron brewing up something evil. Any guesses he would have always flew out the window the minute he remembered Taehyung told him that she went to their school. 
Whatever he was thinking was nowhere near the reality. He didn’t expect to be nearly knocked breathless the minute you looked up at him through your big round glasses. You were absolutely adorable and Jungkook was literally rendered speechless as he watched you carefully weigh spices on your little, gold scale by the register. 
Suddenly Jungkook did not know how to be a human being. 
“Are you just going to stare?” You asked, examining the spices up close. 
Jungkook finally snapped out of his daze and made his way over to you. 
“I–I’m sorry…” Were the first ever words he said to you and immediately he regretted it. 
“You’re fine, no need to apologize. I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you at the door. I have a big order I need to finish so…” Jungkook found himself staring at your lips as you talked, all he could think about was what it would feel like to kiss them. 
“I’m sorry.” He apologized again “I didn’t realize you were so busy.” 
“It’s fine, this time of the year always brings more than my regulars and I’m a major procrastinator so I always end up pretty swapped with work. What brings you to The Magic Shop?” Jungkook wondered if he should bring up why he came here considering how busy you were, but knew it would be weird if he didn’t mention it.
“My friend Taehyung suggested I come here–”
“You’re friends with Taehyung?”
“You know him?”
“Yeah, he comes over here often begging me to give him discounts.”
Jungkook suddenly wanted to take it back, the embarrassment making him want to disown him.
“I have a midterm coming up in a class that I just don’t understand. He told me you might be able to help me somehow?” Jungkook felt his face heating up, a terrible sense of shame creeping up at the need to come to you for help. What if you thought he was dumb? 
You stopped what you were doing and stared at him. He couldn’t stop his palms starting to clam up at the weight of your gaze. You probably did think he was dumb.
“I–I’m normally not like this, but my friend made me take the class and the professor’s horrible and I’ve just been so stressed I–” Jungkook suddenly spilled his whole story hoping that would make you think differently but as soon as he started he regretted it.
“Hey woah woah, calm down. No judgment here.” You giggled and somehow Jungkook’s face got warmer as he played with the ends of his blue hoodie.
“Things happen, life gets in the way, people suck. It’s all good.” You reached under the counter and grabbed a sign reading ‘Payment can vary dramatically, all costs go to the ingredients in the remedy.’ in a very spooky font.
“People tend to get shocked when I tell them the price, so I just wanted to brace you.” You said now turning your attention to typing away on the register. 
Taehyung had warned him before coming here that it was expensive, but the ominous warning made him slightly nervous. 
“So when’s your test?”
“Huh?”
“Just some basic info I need to account for pricing and to make sure it works the most effectively. So when’s the test?”
“Ummm two days from now.”
“This thursday?”
“Yep.”
You typed away.
“Height and weight...” You gently smiled as you trailed off but never asked. 
“No major health concerns?”
“None that I know of.”
“Good.” 
It was silent for a while. Jungkook, as much as he tried not to stare, you made it hard not too at the way you cutely concentrated on the screen. What was wrong with him? Maybe his conversation with Taehyung made him finally realize how alone he felt, maybe he was right and he really did need to get laid again, but the way Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his chest made him know that wasn’t it.  
“Soooooooo, do you really own this place?” Jungkook asked in a desperate attempt to talk (flirt) to you. Immediately though he realized how weird that sounded. “Not that–”
“You’re fine. Yes this place is mine– well mostly mine, my grandma technically owns the building and does all the boring paperwork for it, but I’m The Magic Shop’s one and only employee.” 
“Do you just run it for fun?” Jungkook tried to rack his brain at how this arrangement could be possible. 
“Haha, not in that way. She used to work here and then my mom did then me. We used to all work together. This place has become more like a family heirloom of sorts. My grandma eventually got too tired to come here everyday and my mom got busy with her job so it’s just me now.” You didn’t seem affected at all by this.
“You never thought about hiring anyone else?” He asked as you turned to the shelves behind you and started grabbing a couple of the small jars.
“Most don’t qualify and if they do they probably have their own shop already. I don’t mind it just being me though, I’ve been managing just fine by myself over the years. Plus saves more money to buy more high quality products.” Jungkook felt his heart nearly rip in half seeing you struggle to reach up to grab one of the jars on the highest self. You were absolutely adorable. 
“Even with classes?” At this you turned around to face Jungkook, a shocked expression on your face. “Uh– Taehyung told me you go to the same school as us!” What if you thought he was some stalker?!
“Ahhh I see, of course he did… I mean it’s hard on some days but I love my job so I don’t mind the extra work.” You smiled at him before grabbing the last jar and bringing it back over to the register. You opened them all and he was immediately hit with surprisingly pleasant scents that had a smile enveloping his face. It also hit him suddenly that he had really no idea what he was buying.
“Soooo, what’s your major?” He decided to ask instead. 
“Alternative medicine is what they officially call it.” You reached under the counter and grabbed golden measuring spoons and carefully started weighing the ingredients on your scale. “It’s basically me learning about what I kind of do already.” Jungkook nodded, the detail honestly making so much sense. 
“What about you?” You asked eventually.
“Engineering…” While most would consider this something to boast about considering at their college the program was notoriously hard to get into, all he hoped in this moment was that his very logic based major was something you didn’t detest.  
“You really are a smartie then… Alright, I’m impressed.” You smiled pushing your round glasses further up the bridge of your nose. Jungkook’s received many compliments about getting into the engineering program, hell his parents even threw a whole party when he got his acceptance letter, but your words for some reason never made him feel so proud. 
You had managed to weigh all the ingredients and put them on a cloth that you gathered.
You started to type on the register. “Ok that’ll be $50.97.” You smiled at him and Jungkook couldn’t hide the look of shock on his face. Realistically he pictured expensive being at most $20 but even he thought that was unlikely. 
You seemed to pick up on this and pointed up at a sign on the wall that read ‘All products guaranteed to work!’ also in a very spooky font.
If this was any other situation he would have just left because he didn’t want to spend 50 bucks for a scam, but he was reminded that Taehyung was paying for all this if it fails. It didn’t take much to also remember this was a case he was in fact really desperate, and well…you were just hard to say no to.
That’s how, despite his brain telling him this was such a dumb idea, he still found himself pulling out his wallet and handing you his card. 
“Alright cutie, I’ll be right back, this usually takes only 15 minutes.” You said after handing him his receipt but Jungkook stopped listening the minute you called him cute. Either you seemingly didn’t notice your words or it was something you said to everyone.
At first he was about to chalk it up to the latter and this quick crush he formed for you was his reason for looking at it like that, but as you turned around he saw you stop in your tracks before hastily making your way to the back room. 
Maybe he wasn’t reaching?
As the door opened his quick glance into the room showed him a completely different vibe then the rest of the shop. Instead of the cute small town hallmark shop that he was greeted with when he walked in, he’s almost sure he saw a room that almost looked like a dungeon. Stones lined the wall, the lighting was almost non-existent, and right before the door shut behind you he’s almost sure he spotted an actual cauldron, but he just figured that to be a Halloween decoration you never put out in the shop. 
What has he gotten himself into?
While you worked in the backroom Jungkook let himself wander around the aisles of your shop, examining the jars closely and wondering what they possibly could be used for. 
As promised it wasn’t too long before you re-emerged from the backroom and came out with a little bag and handed it to him. 
“So you can either eat it with something or smoke it if you do that type of thing. They’re not any different from each other really and take the same amount of time to come into effect. Take it later tonight and you should do well on your exam— this doesn’t work though if you know absolutely nothing, make sure to look at the material once more and you should do well Jungkook.” You smiled at him and he wanted to say something. He completely missed the fact that he never told you his name. 
“We should hang out sometime?” The words were on the tip of his tongue but all he found himself saying was a simple thank you before he was making his way back to his car. 
As soon as he left he kept cursing himself for at least not asking for your number. Was he really that out of practice at flirting? 
He possibly even had the go ahead to make a move at the way you called him cute… As soon as he was alone in his car he could have squealed at the thought, but he was immediately just filled with embarrassment. 
What if that really was your go ahead? What if he just missed his chance? 
Jungkook’s lack in game was once again so obvious and all he wondered was how he was somehow able to successfully flirt with people at a party back when he was a freshman and managed to get them to sleep with him was a mystery to him as well. Maybe it was the alcohol? 
Slightly dejected Jungkook drove back to the apartment and immediately went to open the little bag you gave him. Inside was another tiny bag that had a ribbon wrapped around it along with a card attached:
‘Good luck with your exam cutie ;)’ 
Oh.
Oh.
Jungkook felt his face flush. So he really was an idiot then?
He untied the ribbon and was again met with the scents of cinnamon. In the bag itself was a black powdery substance and he couldn’t help but wonder how this was going to help him pass his exam. Despite his doubts he decided to make himself an early dinner and sprinkled some of the magical black stuff on his chicken alfredo microwave meal.
It didn’t taste like anything but he couldn’t deny that he felt tingles through his body, but he didn’t think that it meant anything. 
Right after he went straight to his copy of the Iliad hoping whatever you gave him wouldn’t kill him and somehow his test scores would improve. 
Two days later he sat staring at the submit button for longer than he wanted to double— triple… he checked over his answers seven times before he finally felt even the slightest bit comfortable clicking submit. He probably would have kept going if the one minute warning didn’t pop up and he closed his eyes as he finally clicked the button.
Jungkook waited a solid minute. His peers that were left in the classroom were already packing up their stuff and leaving the lecture hall, but he waited, praying to every possible deity he could before he finally opened his eyes. 
He could hardly believe his eyes. 
98%
Jungkook could have cried at that very moment, he almost did but he was already getting concerned glances from his peers. 
He left the hall to Namjoon standing outside the hall waiting for him and he couldn’t help boasting to his hyung about his unbelievable score. 
When he got back to the apartment he got a lot of “I told you so”s from Taehyung which he didn’t mind but it did make him wonder what your role might have been. He couldn’t lie, the minute after he ate whatever you gave him and went back to the Iliad, a lot of the lines made a lot more sense and he could remember the countless characters in the story. 
Maybe he just had a good study day or maybe… 
It was a few days later that Jungkook finally managed to muster up the courage and return to your little shop downtown. He was running solely off of adrenaline as he made his way inside to see you. You were behind the counter like you were the first time he met you and you barely got to say hello before he was saying the words he wanted to say since he left. 
“Doyouwanttohangoutsometime?” He said it too fast and as the silence hung in the air and your confused expression seemed to grow even more bewildered that adrenaline he had when coming in started to fade. 
Did he already mess this up? 
“You want to hang out with me?” You repeated back and Jungkook was honestly confused on how you understood him. He pulled himself together and pulled out the card you had given him and tried to put back on his confident face. 
“I think you’re cute too.” Jungkook cringed at his words, quickly realizing he sounded like some middle schooler. 
“I— I ummm I wanted to ask you out on a date… or it doesn’t have to be! We could always just hang out if that’s what you prefer.” Jungkook’s face was growing warm again, embarrassed to the point he feared he may explode. 
Jungkook didn’t really know what you might say but he started turning red when you started laughing. 
“Did your exam go well?” You asked. 
“98%… I could hardly believe it…” He tried to join in on whatever the joke was but he was confused and flustered, worried he fucked this up. 
“Mmmm I’m glad… it seems like it still hasn’t worn off, you were so nervous last time. Alright, where are you taking me?” You smiled at him. 
Jungkook had no way of knowing what that could have meant at the time but all he could focus on was that somehow you agreed to go out with him despite the shitstorm his attempt was at trying to ask you out. 
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If you’re curious I finished the course with an 83%, a B, not an A like I was hoping for, but it was certainly better than what I was expecting. Y/n helped me a lot understanding our last two units and I did a lot better overall after the midterm :)
Our first date was at this cute cafe that was decorated with these beautiful plants growing everywhere we turned. Y/n said it was a bit cheesy but she ended up spending the whole time gushing about all the different plants around the cafe. We ended up spending an extra thirty minutes there going around to every catus, succulent, fern, and taking pictures so she could add them to her collection at home. It's still one of our favorite places to visit every now and again.
I’m a little embarrassed to admit we went on more “dates” than I can count. We were more like friends for a while despite being pretty obvious with our feelings. We hung out a lot after class, I helped her a lot with some of her homework, she met my friends and we would all hang out pretty often (I quickly learned she didn’t have very many, but Y/n would always make the excuse and say the people I hung with were just much cooler). 
She steadily started to work her way into my life and finally one day I mustered up the courage to make it official. 
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Jungkook and you had been hanging out at the park that day. You always said it gave you inspiration so you both tended to frequent there after your last class. You both weren’t saying too much, just admiring the view.
“Would you leave me if you were a bird?” You asked him randomly as you both were looking at the lake, a flock of birds flying over catching your attention. 
Jungkook turned to you a little confused. One of the reasons he liked you so much was simply put… you were weird, sometimes even weirder than he was and many of his friends would agree that was a bar they never thought could have been passed. 
“Mmmm no, I would just be like one of those birds pirates have. I’d live on your shoulder.” He smiled at you but your attention was still on the water in front of you both. “Why’d you ask?” 
“I don’t know… you don’t think you would feel trapped being on my shoulder? I mean you could be out flying and seeing the world, but you’re stuck being my… pet.” This was a weird question, something not entirely out of the ordinary for you to ask, but he could immediately tell by your tone you seemed a little down which was more strange.
“I’m not your pet!” Jungkook giggled, hoping to make you smile, but was still concerned about your somber mood. “I’m just a bird on your shoulder. I could fly away at any time but I like being by your side. You’re fun.” He smiled. 
“You don’t think I’m weird?” 
“No— well, maybe a little…” 
“Jungkook! That was your cue to say something romantic like ‘No Y/n you’re perfect~’” You clasped your hands together and batted your eyelashes imagining how much your heart would have melted. Gone was the sadness from your voice, but this was again just one of those cues that Jungkook had a habit of missing.
“You asked!” He tried to defend, but a gentle slap on his arm was sent his way anyway. 
“I’m trying to help you out Jungkook, we’ve been just ‘hanging out’ for months…” You sighed kicking around the dirt underneath the bench. 
It took him a minute to realize what you were implying, but as soon as he did he felt his face light up again. Things really had been on a stand still since he asked you out last semester…
Deciding not to overthink things Jungkook rested his hand on top of yours and interlaced your fingers. “Is this romantic enough for you?” He chuckled, but he was blushing. 
“No.” You said so suddenly, making his attention turn back to you. “I want to skip all the in between. This slow burn has been going on for long enough, I want you to kiss me.” Jungkook was waiting for you to start laughing but he searched your eyes and you seemed genuine, so genuine it almost hurt. 
Jungkook was operating on autopilot at that point and he started to lean in but your finger came over his lips and stopped him. 
“What if I really am too weird? What if you get scared and run away?” It was a cry that almost seemed like he wasn’t supposed to hear, a thought that had been bouncing around in your head so much you finally had to ask. Of course at the time Jungkook had no idea what you were talking about, but no matter what this ‘dark secret’ was that you were keeping from him he really didn’t care. 
This excruciating slow burn that has been happening for the last few months have been some of the best he could have experienced. He finally had a reason to come out of his room, only in a matter of a few months you had become the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up, and the very thing he falls asleep to. He loved the way you’d text him at odd hours in the night and how you’d FaceTime him to fall asleep. He loved being near you and only wanted to pull you closer anytime you were together. 
In that moment nothing you could have said would have stopped him as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug. 
“You’re my weirdo. Let’s stop playing this game… I want you.” His eyes were trained on your lips and he slowly started to lean in again. 
“Where’d this confidence come from?” You smirked and he could have exploded the minute you glanced down at his lips, the tingles running through his body could have powered a whole city. 
“I told you, I want you.” His tone was low and all he wanted to do was kiss you. 
“Is this what I think it means?” 
Jungkook was going to tell you yes, yes he wanted you to be his girlfriend but he couldn’t stand it any longer and finally closed the distance between you two. 
It was like something you would see in a movie. The setting sun in front of you, as you kissed in front of the little pond. Your lips were so soft as they moved against his own. His heart was pounding but he felt so comforted in your arms, you were so sweet, so his. 
Jungkook had no idea how it happened but somehow you found yourselves bursting through your front door of your apartment, not allowing a moment of separation. Maybe it was his fault… it probably was his fault considering how long it’s been since he’d been with someone like that, or the fact he’s never felt like that before, but in the dark he ended up tripping over your couch. You both laughed and you seized the moment, taking a seat on his lap and rode his cock till he cried. 
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Our relationship was “normal'' for about a month before I started to notice things. I had noticed things the minute we started hanging out but now that we were official, it started to become a little hard to hide them.
One of the first things I picked up was the fact she knew things I knew I had never told her before. Unlike what happened the first day we met, I would notice there would be times we were talking and she would bring up details of stories I hadn’t mentioned yet, or thoughts I had yet to tell her. At first I figured it was just me forgetting (it’s what I kept telling myself until she finally told me what was going on) but even I started to question myself when it kept happening. 
A specific incident was this one time Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, Y/n, and I went out to karaoke. We had played a drinking game and the loser was dared to sing at this bar we knew was hosting Karaoke night. 
Y/n was the one that had lost, we all were prepared to go up there and sing eventually but she was going to be first. None of us, but me especially, was not prepared at all when she got up to do her cover of Ariana Grande’s song Greedy, for her to sound so magical. She seemed so shy, even needing to start over because she ended up laughing, but the minute the song started a second time she blew everyone in the bar away with her voice. 
I was so consumed with trying to process the situation, figuring out a way to convince Jimin to go next because her performance made me a little too excited, and also trying to figure out the quickest way to get us out of there and back to her apartment, that I practically dismissed someone in the background telling everyone to look out the windows. I had looked and noticed that a bunch of pigeons, cats, dogs, rats, and for some reason a deer had seemingly gathered to watch her performance, but I paid it no mind when she made it back to the table because she looked so amazing up there and I enjoyed it way too much when I pulled her into my lap to let everyone in the bar know that this was my girlfriend. 
To be honest, the reason she was able to hide it for so long had a lot to do with my ignorance, a bunch of situations going over my head that might have seemed obvious to someone else.  
There was one time Y/n ended up sick. I decided to stay over at her apartment, despite her protest because I wanted to be a good boyfriend and take care of her.
Well it was weird, but everytime she sneezed this painting she kept on the wall would move completely off center. I had questioned it, but she would always say that it was the wind. It wasn’t a bad excuse because the window was open and it had been pretty windy that day. I’d move it back each time, but everytime she sneezed (I didn’t notice the pattern till later) it would move a good 70 degrees to the left. 
What was even stranger was when I went out to make her some soup I came back to find everything in complete disarray, that painting was upside down, the clothes in her drawer had flown out across the room, and the pile of stuffed animals that sat neatly on a chair in the corner had seemingly been thrown around everywhere. 
You would think I would question it but when she said it was the wind I simply closed the window and went to work trying to fix everything.
Y/n told me eventually that it got to a point where she started to feel guilty about this big secret she had yet to tell me. It was something she felt would be the deal breaker for our relationship that as time passed the harder it seemed to tell me. 
It was at the one and a half month mark of our relationship that the secret finally boiled over. 
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You and Jungkook walked hand in hand back to your apartment after a night out in the town. You both decided to head out to celebrate the school year being over and made a little date out of it. 
Jungkook just wanted to take you out to a fancy restaurant but when you both were on your way back to your apartment you passed an arcade and ended up spending way too much time and money trying to beat each other at all the games. In the end he had won and in reconciliation he tried to win you this giant stuffed bear that he noticed you had been eyeing all night. 
In one hand was Jungkook’s and the other was the bear that he worked so hard to get you. He was beaming ear to ear remembering his cool boyfriend move, the way he handed you the bear and how your eyes lit up when you snuggled it in your arms. 
That night was just so romantic. You both had walked along the path that was right by the river, the water gently washed by and the moonlight was beautifully reflecting off the water, the moon had been full and bathed you both in its soft light. Jungkook had told you that he was taking you someplace nice so he had dressed up in a suit for the occasion and you had taken hours dolling yourself up, your plum-colored, sparkly dress was immaculate, the back hanging low and a glorious slit coming up all the way to your thigh. The dress tightly hugged your curves in a way that had Jungkook constantly fantasizing about what he might do to you once you got back to your place. 
As the both of you walked and got closer to your apartment Jungkook had still been riding on the high of the date, but he started to notice how quiet you had gotten and the way you started to drag behind him. While he was holding your hand still, it almost looked like he was pulling you along instead of walking with him as you started to get slower. 
At first he wondered if you were just tired from all the walking you ended up doing, already thinking about how you would react if he offered to carry you back, but one glance behind him was enough to see your dazed and almost pained expression on your features. 
Immediately Jungkook stopped and turned to face you, extremely concerned. 
“Are you ok?” He asked gently. 
Silence passed for a little while and each second he started to become more concerned.
“No.” You mumbled. Jungkook noticed the quivering in your voice and immediately he started to panic. At that point he had never seen you cry like this before. 
What could have possibly made you so upset on what he thought was one of the greatest nights you’ve shared? He tried to rack his brain on what he might have done to make you so upset but everything he thought of just resulted in a big ERROR which made him panic even more. 
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He tried to stay as calm as possible, but his words finally made the tears in your eyes spill over and he immediately felt his eyes welling up. 
You broke down right there, your sobs made him feel like he might as well have been cut in half seeing you like that. He hastily pulled you into his arms and gently caressed your hair, trying his best to soothe you but your sobs easily got to him and the tears were quick to start rolling down his cheeks as well. 
Your arms wrapped around him tightly almost as if you were pleading him not to leave you alone and hugged you tighter to hopefully let you know he would never. 
You both were standing there for a good few minutes, Jungkook trying his best to console you and you just poured out all the emotion that you had kept bottled up inside. 
Eventually you finally pulled away and looked up at him, your tear streaked face and sniffles had all new tears spilling from his eyes. 
“Ba— Y/n… please, what’s going on— what-what’s made you so upset?” He looked you in your eyes, pleading for you to tell him. Just the thought of it possibly being something he did… 
“Did—did I do something?” He finally asked.
You seemed to panic at this. “No! No Jungkook, it’s nothing that you did.” 
“What happened then?” There was a sense of relief knowing he didn’t miss up tonight, but he couldn’t hide the confusion in his voice knowing how that opened up a whole new can of worms.
“Nothing happened… or well— it’s me I guess, I happened.” You looked down at the ground, seemingly ashamed. 
“What do you mean you happened? Y/n you can tell me anything, you know that right?” He grabbed onto your hands and gently rubbed his thumb over your digits. 
“No I can’t…” You said softly, a tear occasionally running down your cheek. 
“Wha—“ 
“I have a secret that I’ve been keeping since we met… I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I just… I don’t think you’ll look at me the same way and—“ You hurried out, looking up at him with watery eyes. 
“Y/n what do you mean?” 
“Jungkook I really… really, really, really like you and I’ve never told someone this before and I’m just scared… scared you’ll be scared of me.” You sobbed and Jungkook was just puzzled. 
He grabbed onto your shoulders making you look up at him again. “Y/n is this the part where you tell me you’re a serial killer with twenty victims and are about to make me the twenty first?” 
He could have melted when he saw the way you cracked a smile at the joke. 
“No I’m not.” 
“No victims?”
“No.” You smiled slightly.
“Well then what you’re about to say can’t be that bad!” He reached up and caressed your cheek softly, wiping away your tears. 
“You don’t know that… I just… I don’t want you to leave me once you find out.” You gripped tightly onto his suit jacket, scared if you let go he might go running. 
“I promise I’m not leaving you because of this.”
“But you might—“ 
“Y/n please tell me so I can prove you wrong. I feel like you’re building this up too much. I’m not leaving okay? You can tell me.” He sent you a reassuring smile. 
You looked up at him, knowing you had to do this at this point. You couldn’t keep this from him any longer and you hated lying to him. 
With a deep breath you grabbed onto his hand and speedily led the both of you back to The Magic Shop. You didn’t live too far from where you both stopped so it was only a 10 minute speed walk until you were crossing the street to head into the shop.  
You hurriedly pulled out your keys and grabbed onto the golden, almost cartoonishly fancy one and pushed it into the keyhole unlocking the door and pulling you both in. 
Jungkook was confused on what this secret had to do with The Magic Shop but he still followed you as you led him to the door that went behind the counter and further back to the door that went to the back room.
At this he was honestly intrigued. Despite knowing each other for months he had never been into the back room before. Most of the time he would hang out with you in front of the counter, but occasionally especially when he came over to tutor you, you would let him sit behind the counter as you both worked through your calculus problems. 
The only inkling of what was back there was when he saw you go back there the day you both met and from what he remembers it was… interesting. 
You didn’t glance behind you as you pushed open the door to reveal the room. 
Just like he had seen that day, stone lined the walls with another door on each wall, the room was dimly lit, boxes stacked against the walls and right in the center of the room was that same golden cauldron he had sworn he had seen before the door closed behind you that day. 
“What’s this?” He asked as you brushed past it. 
“Oh, I got it for the shop for Halloween two years ago but it was too big for me to put it anywhere. I’ve been meaning to put it away but it’s heavy and I’m lazy.” You said turning around to face him and he awed realizing his first assumption was right. 
“What’s behind that door?” He pointed to the left. The door on his right clearly had a bathroom sign and you were standing by the door in front of him. 
“Oh, it’s just a storage closet, plus where I keep inventory for the shop.” He nodded. He was mainly asking questions wondering how any of this could be a hint at the big secret that made you break down like that, but he was just confused. 
He moved so he was standing with you in front of the door. 
“I’m assuming this is where the big secret is?” He asked and you nodded. You moved so you were facing him. Jungkook noticed your grip on the bear he won for you was extra tight. 
“Promise not to freak out?” You asked. 
“I promise, I’m not running away.” He smiled at you trying best to calm you down, sensing you were nervous. 
You took a deep breath before opening the door. Jungkook really didn’t know what he was expecting but a small closet with a couple of mops, brooms, and cleaning supplies was not what he was expecting was going to be the big reveal. 
He looked at you a little confused. “This is it?” He questioned. 
You shook your head.
You closed the door. “Open it again.” You commanded and moved so you were standing beside him again. 
Jungkook was confused by this but when he felt your hand snake into his and grab onto him tightly, he hurriedly did as you asked. 
Instead of the utility closet he saw before, was a room he couldn’t even recognize belonged to the same building. Jungkook slowly stepped in and tried to take in everything in the room. 
It seemed like something out of a fairytale. The room was huge, a second floor somehow fit along the side of the room, the entire wall being covered with books. A light pink cauldron with flowers covering it sat in the center of the room along with a pedestal and what seemed like a fancy book sitting on top of it. On the wall furthest to where he stood were shelves of vials filled with brightly colored liquids. 
The room was also covered in scarves, the fabrics draping along the walls, hanging from the ceiling and was wrapped around the banister on the second floor. Giant windows sat in the wall opposite to the bookshelves, the light outside so bright you couldn’t see out of them, but casted the entire room in this ethereal, heavenly glow. The room had an elegance he couldn’t quite comprehend, the regal furniture that decorated the room, the paintings as well seemed like something straight out of the renaissance. What really made this room stand out was the sparkles that shone in the sunlight and the countless amount of books and vials that were seemingly floating around the room. 
The room didn’t seem real and Jungkook’s logical brain tried to wrack how any of this was possible, how he even got here in the first place. A tad bit overwhelmed, he turned around to face you.
The sparkles that were in the air crowded around you and your soft gaze made his heart melt. You were absolutely stunning and why his brain was desperate for a why and how all he could focus on was you. This, all this, for some reason felt like he was seeing you truly for the first time. 
Jungkook walked back over to you. 
“Y/n…” His voice was soft, truly at a loss for words. 
“I’mawitch.” You hurried before you lost your confidence. 
He didn’t react the way you expected. Anytime you ever thought of bringing someone back here it always resulted in them running out here, ready to burn you on the stake, but he looked at you with so much adoration you didn’t really know what to say. 
He looked around the room, now that he was facing you, he could also see the countless amounts of brooms that lined the walls as well, but his attention quickly went back down to your eyes. 
“Are you scared?” You finally asked after he didn’t say anything. 
“This is all… it’s magic…” He asked, glancing around the room. 
You nodded slowly. “I know this might be a lot to take in right now and you probably have so many questions and I’m happy to answer any one you might—“ You didn’t get to finish before Jungkook pulled you close and kissed your lips. He was so soft and gentle and you could have screamed at how much he gave you butterflies. 
When Jungkook slowly pulled away he was shocked to find the sparkles in the room had formed together to create small butterflies flying across the room. 
“Did you…?” He looked at you. 
You nodded once again. “That kinda happens in this room… you give me butterflies.” You chuckled nervously and you felt his grip on your waist tighten. 
“Y/n I have no idea what’s going on right now and I probably will have a billion questions about this later but… this is so beautiful, seeing you like this is so beautiful.” You looked like a goddess to him with the sparkles around you and this dress shinning even more in the light. “You’re so beautiful, my mind is blanking and all I want to do is take you over there on your fancy fainting couch and—“ 
He finally stopped and let himself breathe for a second as he pulled you closer to him. “Y/n I need you so bad right now it hurts…” He could have cried, he felt the tears wanting to come up but he didn’t let them, instead he kissed you softly and peered into your eyes. 
“You’re not scared?” This was definitely not the response you were expecting. 
“Not at all, just confused and horny.” He moved down to your neck and started kissing it gently. 
Part of you wanted to cry, all your life you had expected the worst if you ever got to this stage with someone. Your mother and grandma would always tell you the only human that was allowed in your special room was the person you felt you were going to marry. Your whole life you feared people getting close and finding out this side of you, the first person outside of your family to see you truly and to see it had this type of effect on him… Jungkook, the man who gave you butterflies…
You hurriedly threw the bear you were holding onto a chair and wrapped your arms around him as he started sucking lightly on the soft skin. The room was suddenly shrouded in red and all the candles that sat around the room lit up. Jungkook noticed this and he nearly whined as he hurriedly picked you up and over to your dramatic fainting couch. He quickly got on top of you and started kissing you once more. 
“Oh my gosh you’re so fucking hot.” He couldn’t stop the whine this time as his hand felt the skin between the slit of your dress, his desperate hands squeezing your thigh. 
“I didn’t know magic would get to you like this…” You giggled as he started hiking up your dress. 
“Are you kidding? I had the biggest crush on Sailor Moon when I was younger…” Jungkook recounted as he pulled you to the edge of the couch and got off the couch and moved you so your thighs rested on his shoulders.
He wasn’t lying either, her posters were sprinkled in between all his comic book posters back in his parents house. 
He was a major fucking nerd and his nerdiest of nerd dreams was a superhero or one of the sailor moon characters swooping into his room and bringing him along on their journies as they fall in love. 
You were a dream he didn’t know was possible, come true. 
He wanted to ask so many questions, he probably was going the minute he could stop thinking with his dick for one second, but you were so cool and hot and—
He tugged down the soaked thong you were wearing, nearly tearing it off in the process. 
“I love you so much…” He confessed right then in there before he hurriedly dove in to ravage your soaking pussy.
This is the night you wholeheartedly admit to crying. You cried as he gave you more orgasms then you could remember, you cried when he came up and fucked you on your couch, you cried in his arms afterward as he was asking you about every possible detail of your life as a witch. 
It was all so… it was honestly the most magical night you ever had. 
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I won’t tell you everything she told me but I learned a lot that night. All witches are women (this was also the time how she went on a tangent about how The Magic Shop won’t have another employee unless she had a daughter one day— making my love sick ass immediately start fantasizing about the possibility) who just have more abilities than the average human. She assured me that she wasn’t evil and only practices magic in order to help people around the world. She also explained the way she practices magic. 
Most of the time she only uses her abilities to ‘enchant’ people’s orders. It was through a combination of different ingredients and her magical touch was, as she put it, the “secret sauce” to bring it to life. But Y/n also has a lot of other fun abilities. She took this time to explain a lot of weird things that have been happening in our relationship. One time when I stayed the night at her place and she was showering, she didn’t notice me sneaking in and I ended up scaring her pretty badly— well right in that moment a pipe burst. I laughed at the horrid timing but apparently that had been magic at play and I was just horrible. 
After that day in her special room we became closer than ever. Our last year of college passed and we ended up moving in together. At that point I was hardly at the apartment anymore anyway. The only times I went over there was to hang and occasionally smoke with Taehyung (but she usually came with me during those times), or to get something to bring over to her apartment so the switch wasn’t all too dramatic. 
She had ended up surprising me with a key to her place at the graduation “party” we had with our friends. I had been mainly using the spare key she had, but it was my own fancy key that was similar to The Magic Shop’s. 
I moved all my stuff out over that summer and was pretty quick settling into everything. 
The whole situation was perfect timing as the apartment she lived in was in the space right above the shop. The downtown part of our town is pretty expensive to live in but since her family owned the whole building it worked out for the better. 
I got a job a few weeks later at a software engineering company that wasn’t too far, campus also wasn’t too far and I ended up going back to school to get my masters so it was great for my schedule. 
Y/n began opening the shop Monday-Friday and it became her full time job, she wanted to take some time to establish the shop a little more before she would go back to school to begin her long journey at getting her doctorate. 
The years we’ve been living together have all been amazing, but I just wanted to conclude this post with a couple of funny anecdotes because living with a witch has been an… interesting experience. 
(He’s loved it >:D)
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Jungkook had come home a little earlier than usual. After getting off of work he checked his phone to see that his class had been canceled and headed straight home. He was excited because his weekend was finally starting after a long week and he had been missing you all day. 
You had woken him up with breakfast in bed because earlier he had called in about coming into work a little later after the fact he’d gone to bed with a bad fever. You came in there looking like an angel as you handed him pancakes and oj, saying it contained your special touch. You checked his fever and it had gone down a little in his sleep but the minute he started eating the breakfast he instantly felt a billion times better. 
He was tempted to just call in sick for work that day because after he finished you both cuddled (something he claimed was the last touch to make him feel better) and the last thing he wanted was to tear himself away from your warmth. He hated when the alarm went off to tell him to get ready but he had an important class to go to after work and he knew he wouldn’t go out later if he stayed. 
In the end he found himself at his desk for a few less hours than normal as he spent the day texting you occasionally to tell you how much he missed you. 
That important class that forced him out of bed earlier ended up canceled and as much as he would have enjoyed that free day he could have had, he was also happy to still have that sick day. 
So he went home after stopping to grab a little desert for you both at that plant cafe.
As Jungkook opened the door he was a tad bit disappointed to not find you anywhere, but he quickly figured you must be in your special room. 
He had learned soon after you told him about this secret side of yourself that there was actually a door you used to get to the room upstairs in your apartment. It had been a door you kept locked and beforehand always just told him it led to a storage room, but he was quick to learn that it was a way to get there without going downstairs to the shop. Ever since Jungkook moved in you always kept the door ‘unlocked’ so he could come in at any time. 
Jungkook knocked slightly before pushing open the door. Usually you would be there working on some type of order for your clients, who typically were other witches or firm believers in alternative medicine. 
Sometimes he was a little shocked at how many clients you would typically get considering if they weren’t a witch no one would know that your products really work the way they say they do. 
The Magic Shop had made a name for itself though, after your grandma founded the business and your mother ran the shop for a little while, the name had spread across town. There were apparently a lot more witches in the town than he originally thought and the shop had a loyal fan base of people who preferred alternative medicine and a bunch of curious people who would stop by to check out the place. Not to mention all of the witches who would stop by for ingredients or ready-made enchantments. As a result you sometimes seemed more swamped with work than he was. Considering he had a full time job and still went to school, Jungkook would often come home to find you busy preparing orders long after he was ready to turn in for the night. 
He was expecting to see you with your big round glasses looking into that fancy book with the cauldron glowing like he usually might, what he didn’t expect was a sight straight out of a horror movie.  
The typical bright room was dark and your cauldron was spilling this ominous red smoke that settled at the bottom of the room. If that wasn’t bad, right in front of him was a glowing symbol on the floor and right in the middle of it was you, hovering in the center of it. Your pupils were gone and you had this terrifying ghostly appearance that Jungkook had never seen before that had him instantly reacting. 
“Y/n!” He practically screamed, fully believing something went wrong and something bad was happening. 
At his voice you quite dramatically dropped to the floor, all the eerie ambience being sucked back into your cauldron. 
Jungkook quickly ran over to you, terrified at what might have happened. 
He picked you up and his panic only got worse when he saw your eyes were closed. 
“Y/n! Y/n wake up please!” He was so panicked and almost on the verge of tears but your eyes started to flutter open.
“Ow…” You groaned, your back sore from the fall. 
“Y/n, are you ok?” He asked, concerned. What he didn’t expect though was your annoyed glare at him. 
“Jungkook, why'd you need to scream? I was almost done with the ritual too…” you sighed. 
He looked at you confused and it was only then that you realized how surprised he probably was at the sight. You were still annoyed though, that took you nearly all day to do. 
“I was doing a ritual… I wasn’t possessed or anything. I was trying to increase our chances at winning tonight’s lottery, the prize reached 500 million dollars.” You could still taste the margarita you were gonna have on your private island if you and Jungkook won. 
Jungkook awed and almost looked like a kicked puppy when he realized he interrupted you doing something important. 
“I’m sorry…” He whispered and you hated seeing him so sad. 
“It’s alright… no need to panic though next time you walk in to see something like this. Rituals are a bit… strange but I’m fine, don’t worry baby.” You grabbed ahold of his hand and smiled at him. 
“Can I make it up to you?” He asked, and you could tell he still felt bad. “I don’t have 500 million to give you but—“
“Gimme a daughter, at least maybe with an extra set of hands I can retire to that private island quicker.” You were both joking and being completely serious. You expected him to laugh with you, but you noticed his face getting red. 
“For now though you can just give me a massage. I hurt my back when I fell.” He pepped up at your request and grabbed your hand to lead you both back to the bedroom. 
“Y/n…” Jungkook called you as you closed the door to your special room behind you.
“Yesss?” 
He suddenly turned around to face you. “I promise you won’t have to work as hard some day… I’ll make sure of it.” His words were sweet but there was a fire in his eyes that made a shiver run down your spine. 
You knew exactly what he meant by that.
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Jungkook was hanging out with you in your special room on a Saturday he had no work to do. Normally, he liked to give you your privacy whenever you worked here, but he was bored and you said it was fine to watch. 
Not too much had happened while he was there, you had mostly been reading in your fancy book— you explained earlier that most of the time you’re just researching and experimenting with different spells and enchantments. Your cauldron glowed slightly as you stirred the mysterious liquid inside, each time you tossed in a new ingredient small little fireworks would shoot out. 
The whole process you feared would bore him, telling Jungkook occasionally that he could leave whenever he got bored, but he continued to sit on one of your fancy bar stools by the cauldron, entranced and completely fascinated by your work. 
A while ago, soon after you showed him the room he finally asked you where all your fancy furniture came from, to which you explained that it had always been here. Apparently the room is tied with your abilities. 
You told him that witches undergo a special ceremony when they turn 13 that allows them to open their own room, which then unlocks a majority of their magical abilities, young witches only are able to do so much until they are ready to open their room. The room was created around you essentially and it’s looked like this ever since you opened it for the first time, besides a majority of the books you had bought over the years along with the brooms you’ve collected. 
Jungkook just stared at you as you worked, finding this whole thing still a bit unreal that he was dating you. He couldn’t help reminding you every few minutes on how cool you were whenever you would toss in a new ingredient or when you emptied a beaker you would toss it up and it would float back over to your shelf, and how sexy it was to watch you work. The sparkles that shined around the room flocked to you and made you shine so prettily and your look of concentration was incredibly endearing to watch. You made his heart melt without even doing much. 
The fact you liked him back was something he found a little hard to believe at times, seeing how extraordinary your world was and then looking at his own… extremely ordinary world. 
To make matters worse he knew that you were a hot topic in the community, a young witch as pretty as you were who ran a successful shop by herself was something all the witches would talk about, especially the families who had warlocks in their family. Yes, they exist, it is pretty rare to have a guy get passed down the spark that witches would have, but it happens very very occasionally under special conditions that no one has managed to figure out yet and two apparently lived in your little town. 
One Jungkook had never met before and you never really talked about too much, but the other, his twin, was someone Jungkook knew frequented the shop often. He’s seen it first hand, even when he was standing right beside you helping you out downstairs, Victor (ew >.<) would just walk in and hit on you. Jungkook even knew there were others outside the town who knew about you and would come by hoping to come by and win your heart. 
You had also told him that a lot of people would have jumped on the opportunity to date a warlock, they were rare, powerful, had a lot of influence, and your future kids together would be extremely powerful with both magical parents. Victor wasn’t a bad looking guy, he’s someone a lot of your witchy friends often swooned over. He was just a little older than you both, him and his brother graduating the same year as Taehyung did, the three of them somehow knowing each other (Taehyung not sensing drama, made sure to add when Jungkook was ranting to him that he “loved those guys” and “that they threw awesome parties”). His family was also pretty well off owning another successful magic shop. 
Victor wasn’t even a bad guy, he was just very adamant about dating you. You’ve told him he’s someone who's highly respected in the community. 
All of these details made him so confused on how, despite the opportunity, you still picked him. He tried not to think about it too much because he knew that mentality would make him incredibly insecure and jealous, that being a clear recipe for disaster in a relationship, but watching you here right now made him think about it sometimes. 
What if you were better off with Victor? (I want Jungkookie >:O)
Jungkook’s eyes widened when he suddenly felt your arms wrap around his shoulders. You lightly kissed his neck. 
“You okay? I’m sensing a whole lot of negative energy over here…” You chuckled lightly, but you seemed worried. 
Jungkook didn’t say anything and spun around in his barstool so he was facing you. He rested his hands on your waist and pulled you close so he could kiss you. You were a little surprised, but happily melted into it, enjoying the way his lips moved against yours. When he pulled away he pulled you close once more into a hug and rested his head on your shoulder. 
“Thinking things I don’t want to…” He sighed. 
“Wanna talk about it?” You asked, now really concerned.
“No— it's not that big of a deal, feel better already hugging you like this.” He really did, holding you like this made any of those silly thoughts go away. You picked him at the end of the day and he wanted you to keep picking him everyday. Just the thought of not being able to be with you like this was enough to fuel him into wanting to go over to Victor’s fancy ass mansion and punch him in the face the minute he opened the door and tell him to actually fuck off. 
You loved him, your family loved him, his family loved you, all the people whose opinions really matter approved of your relationship. Who fucking cares about stupid Victor?
“You sure?” You reaffirmed. 
“Yeah, sorry for disturbing you.” He apologized when he looked back over at the bubbling mixture in your cauldron. 
“It’s fine, things weren’t going well anyway.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I can’t figure out how to make it not result in someone spontaneously combusting— I think I put too much Yvetris in it or—“ You rambled.
“Wait what?” 
“Don’t worry about it, I was just going to ask if you wanted to take a break?” You smiled at him, a little tired of working. 
Oh?
Jungkook eagerly nodded already a few ideas about what to do during this break, the main one involved you bent over one of these tables, naked and screaming his name, because fuck Victor. 
You smiled but then your attention turned behind him and he turned around to see you were looking at your wall full of brooms. Your eyes lit up at an idea. 
You ran past him and over to the wall. 
“Do you actually ride those?” He questioned, always a little unsure of what they were up there for. 
“What did you think I did with them?” You laughed, searching for the right one. 
“I don’t know, I thought they were all replacements for that broom.” He pointed over to the one that was sweeping beside him and it swiftly came up and hit him. 
“Ow!” He groaned, rubbing his head as the broom almost sassily went back to sweeping. 
“Now you offended him!” You sighed, turning around and looking at them both. You knew your broom did not forgive easily. 
“Sorry…” He looked back at the broom as it flew up to sweep on the second floor. 
“You didn’t know— but no, he’s a different kind of broom.” You chuckled, going back to looking through your collection. 
He honestly should have figured, the broom that would always sweep around your special room was a lot more plain compared to the brooms that lined your wall. The handle being made of a ridgid dark wood, and the gray bristles was something he always pictured a witch’s broom to look like. The ones on your walls came in all kinds of varieties, they all seemed to sparkle the same way you did in here, some were made of white wood, dark wood, some sparkled of gold, and the engravings into them were unreal. 
“Which one?” You turned back and asked. 
Jungkook pointed at the one that he deemed a classic, a beautiful dark wood with light strips running through it and golden bristles coming out the back. The engravings are what made him love it, the indicate swirls and patterns completed it so well, he always found himself staring at that one in particular whenever he was in here.  
You smiled at him and he watched as the broom flew down into your hand. 
“Where’d you get all of them?” Jungkook asked as you walked back over to him. 
“I pretty much bought most of them. I’m a big fan of collecting brooms as you can probably tell. I used to compete in tournaments when I was in high school and the prizes often were these really cool brooms and it kinda inspired me to start collecting them.” You giggled. 
“Wait… tournaments?” 
“Yeah there’s this team that we have here and we compete against other nearby towns, sometimes even on a national scale, and there was once we made it to the world league. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty good and won a lot.” You pointed over to the corner where you kept all your trophies and medals, sitting on top of the case was your bear that he won you a few years ago. 
“Why does my girlfriend keep getting cooler and cooler?” Jungkook wanted to say something about Quidditch, but he couldn’t think about his joke anymore… 
“Stoopppp, now, cmon, let’s go for a late night ride~” You turned the broom to the side and Jungkook watched as handlebars and a long bench appeared on top. 
“Holy shit…” Jungkook awed as he got up from the bar stool. He felt like he was dreaming, high, or maybe even both. Then again, he’s felt this way ever since you showed him this part of your life. 
You hopped on top so you were straddling the bench and grabbed onto the handles. You ushered him over and told him to hold on tight. It was only when he sat down did he realize you were already floating. 
You smiled back at him before the broom started flying up to the circular, stained glass window that was at the top of the wall of windows. Jungkook held onto you tight like you advised, laughing and cheering as he watched you both rise higher off the ground. 
Jungkook then turned his attention to the circular window and how it disappeared before you both quickly flew through, sparkles coming flying out with you. Jungkook had no idea what he thought the outside of this room led to, but he was shocked to see you both flying high above in the sky, the clouds far down below and the moon, full, big, and beautiful shining over your little town. 
Jungkook just stared down and around at the amazing view, unable to believe what he was seeing. 
This had to be a dream. 
“No one can see us! I’ll fly us a little lower!” You yelled over the wind quickly rushing past. Jungkook hardly had any time to prepare before you both were soaring downward straight for the town down below, all he could do was hold on and watch as the ground got closer. 
He was screaming, was he terrified? A little, but he loved things like this and he was excited because he trusted you. 
The buildings steadily got closer till he could make out the cars and which buildings were which. Over there was the river you both walked along the day you told him you were a witch, he could also see downtown, and way in the distance the park he had finally asked you to be his. Jungkook was so into admiring everything he hardly realized that you were still heading straight for the ground. 
It was only when the buildings started getting a little too close did he start noticing the ground was right there. Jungkook felt his life flash before his eyes when you finally pulled up and started zooming past the cars rushing by. 
You turned around and chuckled at the look on his face and he was quick to join in, now too caught up at how cool this was. You flew them through traffic, through a tunnel, and you were beating the speeds of the train that was beside you. It was an unreal experience and even though he nearly had a couple of heart attacks, the whole experience was bewildering as you flew across the little town. 
After the initial excitement you both flew over places that took you down memory lane, you essentially gave Jungkook a glorified tour of the town since he didn’t grow up here and didn’t go to too many places when he was in college. You flew him over the spots you would frequent when you were younger and showed him some of the prettiest sights he had ever seen as you both went over the woods and the lake he didn’t even know existed. 
It was also then that Jungkook noticed a few other witches riding by on their brooms, soaring just a little over all of the buildings. 
It was amazing. 
You both were now back over the clouds, cruising along as Jungkook held onto you tightly. Not out of fear, or the fact that he was supposed to, but he just didn’t want to let you go. 
He really didn’t. He never would. 
“Y/n…” Jungkook mumbled into your shirt. 
“Mhmmm~” 
“I love you so much…” He confessed and he felt the tears welling up slightly in his eyes. “Don’t leave me okay?” He tried to laugh it off. 
In an instant your broom stopped. Jungkook looked around a little confused, until you flipped around so you were facing him. 
“I should be saying that to you idiot…” You looked at him a little concerned. “Like it’s you who’s the one walking around with that pretty face, and who looks a little too good in the suits you wear all the time for work. You have all these girls drooling over you every time we go out, or should I mention Vanessa from work who always calls you even on the weekends. What if you think one day I’m too weird or something and leave me. You have so many better options…” You pouted and Jungkook could hardly believe what he was hearing. 
“Weird? Y/n you’re the coolest person I know, no one could ever compare to you. Sometimes I think you’ll find me too boring and run away with Victor, or his brother, or one of the other warlocks who keep coming to the shop… How could I ever think you’re weird– like with who else could I do this with–” 
“Well–”
“Just you ok, and fuck Vanessa and fuck Victor and everyone else who made us think like this.” Jungkook smiled at you and you hurriedly pulled him into your arms. 
Yep, he was yours and you were his.
“Not to ruin the moment or anything, but I think I heard you call me pretty and say I look really nice in suits.” He cheesed, thinking back to it. You simply nodded as you buried your face in his shirt, already regretting confessing one of your deepest darkest secrets.
“You’re cute~” He laughed, feeling all fuzzy inside seeing you like this. All in the moment, once again, his insecurities were washed away. You really were his. 
“By the way, I think you’re prettier.” He smiled and immediately you lifted your head, taking offense to that. 
“Jungko–” Before you could finish, he pulled you close as he pressed his lips onto yours once more, not wanting this to turn into a long debate, because to him, there was none. He was right.
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Back in college, when people would first meet Jungkook there were only two ways first impressions went for him. One, he’s been told that they thought he was probably some arrogant frat boy jock (always soccer for some reason) because they would always see him at the gym. Two, the minute they talked to him they would quickly get that he’s just this quiet nerd who could talk about why Spider-Man was the best superhero for 5 hours straight (really longer if you didn’t stop him). 
For some reason that impression came with the image of being a goody two shoes and whenever he told people he lived with Taehyung they could hardly believe it. ‘You guys are just so different’ was something they would say that always confused him. Jungkook was strange, he knew that, but his hyung and him always got along so well. They were weird in their own ways, but their personalities contrasted each other perfectly. 
Jungkook was just someone who spent way too much time studying and reading comic books all day, basically locking himself in his room, and Taehyung was just… Taehyung was someone everyone seemed drawn to. 
Jungkook was the slightly awkward guy who hung out on the sidelines and made sure to keep his hyung in check and Taehyung would always be there to bring him out of his shell and give him advice when needed.
It was this same idea that whenever Taehyung brought people over to smoke at their apartment that when Jungkook asked to join them, he would always get quite a few shocked looks. You were also on the list of people who were surprised when he brought you over for the first time to find his bong covered with Marvel stickers, sitting on top of one of his shelves.
It wasn’t like he smoked often, he really only did it when he was stressed, but he was in college and an engineer major so that might seem a little contradictory. After he graduated though and moved out from the apartment he pretty much quit cold turkey. Taehyung didn’t live in the same town anymore and he was way too busy (and a little lazy) to try and go out and get it himself. That really wasn’t it though, he was literally dating someone who had a stash of it for the shop downstairs. He more so just considered that phase of his life pretty much over, adulting duties were more so a priority. 
But sometimes… on rare occasions when work and classes were just too much he found himself asking you for help and you’d let him take a bit from your stash downstairs. 
It was one of those occasions that day. Jungkook had been taking hits from his bong and was just laid out on the couch playing some music. It was the weekend and he had a pretty big assignment due on Monday. It was the first time in the past two weeks that he just relaxed and stopped thinking about the deadline. The assignment was done, he just needed to look it over a couple more times before submitting. 
Well, whenever Jungkook smoked he would always suffer from a horrible case of the munchies and so eventually he found the energy to roll himself off the couch and head to the fridge. 
You were downstairs busy running the shop and Jungkook was way too high to notice he grabbed something off the top shelf. You had told him when he started coming over often that you used the top shelf for in progress orders or ones that would require refrigerating. In this case it was neither, rather something you were trying out for the shop. 
Jungkook learned the hard way never to go in the fridge while he was high because after he heated up the tasty looking muffins and took a bite he experienced something he could only describe as the most embarrassing day of his life. 
You had come back upstairs later that evening and you were shocked to not find your boyfriend inside, and the lights were all off. You convinced yourself he just stepped out for a moment, seeing that his bong and lighter were still on the coffee table in the living room, but the minute you went behind the counter of your kitchen you knew immediately something had happened. You were quick to find out what. 
His clothes were strewn around the floor and an opened container with a top you recognized was for the shop was at the scene of the crime. Nearly scaring you to death was a voice coming from above you. You looked up and screamed, shocked… or rather not shocked at all to find your boyfriend on the ceiling staring down at you. 
“Y/n look!” Jungkook exclaimed as he started to climb around on the ceiling. 
Oh great…
“Jungkook what–”
“Y/n, look, I think– I think I’m spiderman!” He beamed as he crawled into the corner. You couldn’t stop the dumbfounded look on your face at his words. 
“Baby, you ate my–”
“I was but a humble guy living in a small college town when a radioactive spider came one night and bit me in my sleep. I woke up with–”
“Jungkook, get down from there!” You interrupted knowing he was about to give you a weird rendition of spider man's origin story. You know, you’ve heard it only a million times. 
“Y/n, I’m spiderman now I gotta go protect the world I can’t come down!” He tried to defend and you were tempted to laugh but decided against it. You would definitely bring this up in the future. 
“No you're not, you ate my enchanted muffins I didn’t perfect yet.” You called out as he started climbing across your walls. In truth the only thing your muffins did at that point was make him able to stick to the walls. You could tell from his eyes alone he was still very high.
High, naked, and on enchanted muffins was a horrible combination.
“I’m spiderman Y/n, look at my suit.” You had no idea what he was seeing, all you saw was a naked man with his dick hanging over your head three feet above you, climbing around on your walls. 
“Jungkook get down here!” You sighed.
“Y/n my suit–”
“If you’re talking about that birthday suit, then yeah I see that. Now come down here.” You crossed your arm.
“The Green Goblin is coming! I gotta save the world!” He was not at all listening to you. 
There was nothing you could do about this. He was just really high and because this was an intermediate stage on an enchantment you didn’t have the “cure” researched already. Besides, with work in progress spells they all wear off by midnight and it was 9:37. 
In the end you ended up spending two hours and twenty-three minutes running around your apartment, picking up all the shit he was knocking down and making sure he didn’t hurt himself. 
When midnight hit you luckily was able to guide him so he was over the couch when he fell down quite dramatically on the cushiony surface. Somehow you were able to guide him to the bed a little later. 
Let’s just say, when he woke up the next morning, he was confused, embarrassed, and you had enough pictures and videos to haunt him for a lifetime.
Safe to say Jungkook learned to be more cautious when picking things from the fridge.
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I feel like as I wrote this, it turned more so into our love story essentially. I have so many other stories I could have told, but these were just a few that came to mind first. I hope you all enjoyed reading! You can make up your mind whether any of this is real or not. For all you know I could be a guy living in his parents basement with way too much of an imagination or by the end of this you might be fully convinced my girlfriend’s sitting beside me right now helping me write this post. 
Whatever you believe this was made for fun and for your entertainment. 
Anyway, that’s it from me! 
JK
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You glanced over his shoulder as he typed the end of the post. “You’re not gonna do the other story?” You couldn’t help the giggle as you watched his face turn red.
“No, why would I write about that…” He said bashfully, already knowing what story you were referring to. It followed up the third little story, and all he could think back to was how embarrassing it was. It was definitely not appropriate for a post like this.
“Mmmm good idea… you were a mess but… even you yourself said that it was kinda hot.” You recounted back to his words.
“I mean…” It was hot, extremely. Jungkook was embarrassed about that day in particular because it was no exaggeration… he was a mess, but the event encouraged you to make a modified version and you both would bring it out on special occasions. 
It was the day you finally decided to get another fridge.
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Jungkook never thought he’d be one of those guys who’d own one of those big comfy chairs. He’d always picture guys in their 40s with too many stains on their wife beaters who would just never get up from them. 
You both had been out shopping for a new couch when you passed by a little nursery model room and you stopped to admire how the pretty oak set was. Jungkook wanted to take a seat on the rocking chair that came with it just to imagine what it might feel like one day, but ended up nearly falling asleep right then and there as you went off and looked at the other model rooms. 
You had shaken him awake eventually and that’s pretty much the moment he fell in love with comfy chairs. You finally made it to where the couches were and as you both were trying to deliberate on which one you’d buy Jungkook took a seat on a cloud— or at least he thought it was one. The soft fabric made it perfect and it had that right amount of squishy to hard softness that made it so he never wanted to get up again. It was almost like finding the perfect mattress. It somehow got better when he found out there was a massage feature. 
Jungkook had gone on about the quality of the chair with no intention of buying it. You both came for a couch anyway, but it was only two months later on his birthday that Jungkook came home to find the same chair in your living room with a big bow on top. 
Every time he would come home and sit down in his little slice of heaven, suddenly his increasing age became even more obvious, at the ripe old age of 25 he felt ancient at this point. Maybe he was just having a quarter life crisis, but he felt like an old man anytime he would recline his feet up and fall asleep to a random channel on the tv. He was happy though. 
It was this coziness that had him falling asleep in the chair after he came back home from a long day of work. He remembered you vaguely trying to wake him up and get him to come to bed, but ultimately your attempts were in vain. He was just too tired and the chair was too cozy. Instead you gently draped a blanket on top of him and he was out for the rest of the night.  
Jungkook got up that morning, confused, and with sleep still weighing on him heavily. He should have learned the first time never to go in the fridge when he’s out of it, but the minute he woke up he found himself craving waffles like his life depended on it. 
Before he went to work yesterday you had been in the kitchen, humming along beautifully to your favorite song, as you were testing out your new waffle maker. If Jungkook wasn’t in a rush he would have stayed for breakfast, they smelled so good and he was hungry. He had been thinking about them ever since he left that morning, even dreaming about you… the waffles… and a lot of whipped cream. 
Jungkook just hoped and prayed there were leftovers still and low and behold, there were some. He was too sleepy and hellbent on eating the waffles that he once again ignored that they were on the top shelf. To be fair, waffles had never been something you did for the shop and the other shelves were crowded, so he just tried to convince himself that you had set them there because of the lack of room. 
In the moment before it all went… wrong… Jungkook fucked up them waffles. They were as delicious as he had been thinking, which wasn’t a surprise, everything you made was absolutely amazing. Maybe if he hadn't slathered them up with syrup, whipped cream, and an assortment of different fruits, he would have noticed the magical tingling that came with eating your enchanted foods. Maybe he did all along but just chose to ignore it because those waffles were so damn good. 
Jungkook even ended up making a few more for himself and for you when you woke up. As the sun started to rise, the better Jungkook started to feel. It was a glorious Saturday. 
You had come out right as he was taking out the last waffle, looking absolutely beautiful. Jungkook felt his heart swell as you walked over to him, taking a minute to appreciate how amazing his life was. 
“What’s all this?” You smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 
“I really wanted waffles.” He giggled. “I made you some as well~” He pointed over to the plate. 
You squeezed him a little tighter.  “Someone’s in a good mood today~” You lightly pressed kisses on his neck and he shivered. Suddenly all he could think about was the way you were covered in whipped cream in his dream. 
Jungkook nearly whined when you pulled away, tempted to ruin this peaceful Saturday morning by licking whipped cream off your titties. 
You turned around and opened up the fridge to get the oj. He was really going to ask you but the reality came crashing down of what he had just done. 
“Hey, Y/n how do feel about whipped cream—“ 
“Jungkook… wait, where did the waffles go that were in here?” You asked concerned, distinctly remembering they were there last night, right on the top shelf. 
“Oh those? I ate the leftovers from yesterday first— I know mine won’t be as good as yours but I thought—“ 
“Jungkook…” You sighed, immediately knowing this was going to be bad. You looked at him and he seemed confused and you wondered how this could happen again, especially after what happened the last time he ate something from the top shelf.
“Jungkook, that was an order for a client. I thought we’ve been through this, the top shelf is for the shop.” You were both a little frustrated you would have to make the order again and a little concerned with the fact he ate all of them… 
You saw the weight of your words hit him in the face and any ill feelings you had disappeared for a moment because you knew he genuinely didn’t know. 
“I ate them about an hour ago…. nothing’s happened.” He looked at you with pleading eyes that this wasn’t going to turn out like what happened the last time. 
“You can relax, you won’t go all Spider-Man this time.” 
“Don’t tell me I’m going to turn into like a goldfish or something…” You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not but you laughed anyway. 
“No, you won’t turn into anything— glad you didn’t eat the quesadilla beside it because we might be having a whole other conversation—“ 
“Y/n, what’s going to happen?” He exclaimed. You looked at him sensing the panic and took a deep breath because this was going to be a weird conversation. 
“It’s nothing too bad um… The order was for a guy and his wife who are trying to have a baby. They came to the shop hoping for some fertility help so um…” You stared at him knowing this was about to get awkward. 
“You might feel extra horny is the main thing it does, just don’t cum because it’s going to make it even worse. So if you can make it to midnight without any touching or anything it won’t be too bad.” You tried to smile at him, but you couldn’t because of one glaring detail. 
There were three waffles you made for the order. You had designed them so both the guy and his wife would take one each and possibly split the last one for another time. You hadn’t researched what might happen if one person ate all three.
“Then again Jungkook, things might not be as manageable since you ate all three of them. Just take it easy today, ok baby.” You ushered him over to his comfy chair and took up serving for the both of you. 
Jungkook tried to pay attention to his food, but as soon as you told him that the waffles he ate earlier were enchanted it was as if all the effects started hitting him all at once. 
When you came over to bring his plate he couldn’t tear his attention away from your legs. You were wearing a baggy shirt, something he knew was the only thing you were wearing. Maybe he was just thinking about it too much but he couldn’t stop staring at you, even when you went back over to the dining table. 
He tried to turn back around but even when he started eating all he could picture was your legs and covering your body with whipped cream. How nice would it to lick it off your body. He thought about the look on your face and all those pretty sounds you’d make, you’d be so sweet for him… so, so sweet. 
There was no denying he was hot… but as the minutes ticked away and you both ate, the more that normal level of need seemed to spiral. 
It got almost unbearable so quickly, he was sweating and had every urge to do the one thing that you said not to. He wanted to get up and take you right there on the dining table. As much as he wanted to play with the whipped cream that would have to wait for another time because he wanted you so badly. 
“Hey Jungkook, you ok?” He heard your voice cut through the fog. He wanted to hear what you would sound like with his cock inside you. 
“Erm— um, just getting a bit hot.” Jungkook tried to chuckle, but he was very much trying to downplay it. All he could think about was finally giving you the daughter you always wanted.
“I don’t know… are you sure? You seem a bit shaky over there…” You asked, a little concerned. He knew you’d feel so nice, you always feel so nice for him. So nice and all his.
It was starting to hurt.
“Y/n, can you put the whipped cream away…” Jungkook asked as calmly as he could.
“Whhyyy?” You questioned his odd request. 
“It’s making me think things—“ His voice was straining just even mentioning the white, fluffy substance. 
You got up and hurriedly put it away. “Jungkook you got this, ok? All you gotta do is make it to midnight tonight.” Your words were meant to be comforting but he could have burst into tears.
He had to manage this until tonight and it was— 10:38 in the morning?! It already hurt so much, how was he going to not do anything till then??!!!
It was probably only about 10 minutes later that it got to the point of being unbearable. He hurriedly slipped away and headed straight for the bathroom, a little ashamed for you to see him like this.
As soon as the door closed behind him he took a deep breath, knowing what he was about to do. Jungkook hardly managed to withstand an hour of the waffles effects. Usually he was so much better at restraining himself, but, but, but—
Before he could think about it anymore Jungkook slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of his pajama pants and slowly pulled them down until his cock popped out, hissing at the way it slapped his stomach.
Immediately his mind thought back to all the times you were on your knees for him, the way you always knew how to make him a mess for you. Jungkook thought back to that time he was in this exact position, his back against the bathroom door and you on your knees pleasing him so well. 
The minute his hand wrapped around his aching length, a sigh of relief slipped passed his lips at the instant satisfaction he felt. Jungkook hadn’t touched himself like this since before you started dating, it’s been so long but it’s never felt this good before. 
The minute his hand started to move, the more the relief came and again he so desperately wished you were here in front of him. He got back to the routine that kept him sane throughout his sex drought in college. 
He thought about your legs again and how easy it would be to take off that shirt and have you bare and needy for him. 
“Fuck…” He sighed into the echoey bathroom. What he would do if you were here.
The thought alone had his hand speeding up and a feeling he knew he had to stay away from settling in the pit of his stomach. 
All he needed to do was not cum. That’s all he had to do.
He kept telling himself that but it just felt so good, he couldn’t stop despite the fact he was going to cum soon.
The way you look up at him when you’re on his knees, like you wanted him just as much of a mess as he is now.
“No, no, no…” Jungkook cried. It pained him, but he slowed his pace to something a little more comfortable so he wouldn’t explode. He shouldn’t give in that easily. 
Jungkook hurriedly scrambled to think of the most unsexy thing possible. Normally he would have a go-to thing for times he feared cumming too quickly, but maybe it was the enchantment, his mind was blank besides the most unholy thoughts on what he wanted to do with you.
The way you would do this…
He imagined your hands in place the way you would stroke him before focusing on the tip, something that would always have him crying out and closer than he wanted to admit. Jungkook matched your movements and he wasn’t surprised to notice the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip. You were making him such a mess and you weren’t even here.  
“Ennggg— fuck, Y/n…” He moaned out softly as his thumb rubbed over the the slit, just like the way you would do it. Just like when you’re in front of him, Jungkook quickly felt himself heading straight for the edge. 
He was just so sensitive, this fucking enchantment, why did this have to happen today of all days? He already woke up eager to play with you today, and his fucking whipped cream plans had to be canceled. 
Jungkook already had a plan of convincing you. He would have grabbed the can after he told you he was interested and sprayed it in the spot on your neck he knew made you weak for him and licked it right off of you. In his dream earlier this morning you were intrigued and somehow he convinced you to let him lick it off of you… everywhere.
Just the fact that you were here made it hard to resist going out there and asking you to help him. He wanted you so bad. 
That was apparently the last straw because his hurried pace returned and he was so so fucking close. 
In his mind he quickly tried to go through the mental gymnastics to justify giving in and cumming now, but he knew you said it would only get worse if he did. As tempted as he was, and he was so close, he still found himself letting go, despite how much he wanted to. 
How was he going to make it through this day? 
After a little while the feeling dissipated and Jungkook felt considerably more hot and bothered than before and he couldn’t stop his hand wrapping around his length once more.
There wasn’t any way he could do this…
•─────✧─────•
It took a little while for you to realize that Jungkook was gone for so long. You had been still enjoying your waffles and got lost in thought thinking about some of the things you needed to do at the shop today. It really wasn’t much, just a few clients coming in to pick up their orders and you needed to check inventory. Well, that’s all you would have to do if Jungkook hadn’t eaten the waffles, you have to redo the order. Luckily the couple wouldn’t be coming till tomorrow, but this was something you wanted done and in the shop since they were picking up their stuff early in the morning.
You sighed getting up and going ahead and doing the dishes from your waffle feast. You also decided to try and be a little productive and go ahead and get a head start on working on the enchantment again so you can head to the shop downstairs. 
You headed over to your bedroom and that’s when it finally hit you that Jungkook had disappeared for a while. You wouldn’t think much of it, thinking he might have maybe been in the shower and he liked to take long showers for some reason, but all it took was a second of you standing still to hear the watering wasn’t running, but the sound of a soft moan from the other side. 
Your whole body lit ablaze at the thought, knowing the sight on the other side of the door would be absolutely otherworldly, but you reminded yourself of the situation. 
You went over and knocked on the door. “Jungkook…” You called out. 
“Ughhh—— yes…” His voice was soft but you could hear the strain. 
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You asked, but you knew. 
“Y/n… it hurts… wanna cum so bad—“ He whined and once again you wished you were on the other side of this door.
“I told you that’s not gonna help. It’ll make things worse and it seems like it’s pretty bad already.” You tried to reassure, but you knew that wouldn’t help. Jungkook’s usually pretty good at not giving into temptation, the fact that the effects of the waffles has him a mess this much already made you a little concerned. This was bad. 
Silence passed for a while, but through the door you could hear his labored breaths on the other side. 
“Y/n, I want you so bad— fuck…” He moaned, almost like an invitation for you to open the door. “Please… please… I’m not gonna make it till midnight.” He begged and it took everything for you not to open the door. 
“You know we can’t do that… I promise at midnight if you want to, we can have some fun.” You tried to give him hope, but once again you knew you probably weren’t helping. 
Silence passed again, except his moans were a little louder this time. 
“Hey Jungkook…” 
“Ye— yeah?” 
“Why are you in there? It’s just me out here, you know?” You chuckled lightly, but you were curious. 
“I’m a mess, this is so embarrassing…” He sighed and you could hardly believe he thought that. 
“What do you mean embarrassing? You sound so hot just here from the other side of the door.” You smirked, oh what you would have paid to watch. 
“You wanna watch me?” He almost sounded baffled at the idea and you could have laughed. 
“So badly baby, I bet you look so pretty. I’ve never seen you touch yourself, wanna see how you do it.” You were hot, and you thought he would tease you for it but suddenly on the other side you heard his moans get more pained and desperate. 
“Y/n, stop-stop talking! Fuck, you’re gonna make me—“ He cried.
“But you won't, right?” You quickly interjected and you heard him cry out before he started to calm down. Oh, he’s so hot.
“You didn’t cum right?” You asked eventually. 
“No, but I almost did— we really shouldn’t be talking like this…” Jungkook sighed.
“Yeah, you’re right…” Stupid fucking waffles… 
“Did you need to come in here, sorry if I—“ 
“No! You’re fine, just was about to change so I can head to the shop in a bit.” You almost forgot why you were even in here. 
“Yeah… we can’t keep talking, oh my gosh—“ At his words you finally realized the implications of your own. 
“Just the thought of me naked makes—“ 
“Y/n! Please…” He pleaded, you were getting him so riled up so easily. This wasn’t good at all. 
“Sorryyy~” You chuckled, finding a little too much amusement at the situation. “Anyway, I’ll be in and out. Don’t pay me any mind and again… try not to do anything. Don’t give into the temptation, alright~” 
“You make it sound so easy, but alright please be quick.” 
“Promise, I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me!” 
You kept your promise and you were in and out of the room quickly. Your brain was a little scrambled from what happened, but you remembered you had another order to reprepare so you got yourself to focus and started back on it. 
You went straight to work, taking some of the elements out of your special room and preparing the ingredients for later. Typical fertility enchantments didn’t take too long but you always wanted the best experience for your customers and the guy and his wife were high payers. You made sure to throw in everything that would guarantee that after they ate the waffles they would finally get that positive test plus have a great time doing it. 
E. Pasos— was a powerful ingredient that really helped increase sexual desire so they would have the urge to do it more = higher chances of it working. 
L. Umtra— was the nasty ingredient that was really biting Jungkook’s ass right now. It added a little more onto this effect, making it so each “round” would only increase the desire, the passion, added once again to increase activity = higher chances of it working. 
F. Earo— is typically the most popular ingredient when making fertility enchantments. It’s a general ingredient that makes their bodies more suitable for conception, the effects are most easily seen in males— increasing sperm count and producing healthier sperm. 
P. Omer— was a fun one you threw in, it increases sensitivity and pleasure felt during the experience. So many times have you heard couples who’ve been trying for kids forever does sex start to become a chore, and your heart was soft for the pleading couple after they told you they had been trying for 4 years, so you threw in some extra spice to make the day they try this out a wonderful experience. 
U. Haqo— was another fun one you threw in that increased oragasm quality.
There was also a bunch of base ingredients for enchantments and others that were a little more technical that essentially go into the enchantment actually working. All the ingredients took a while to prepare and make sure they were perfect before you could add your special touch, that brought the enchantment to life, turning the ingredients from well… ingredients into the magic that you would cook into the waffles again, a request from the clients themselves. 
Some find the process incredibly tedious, your mom did when she worked at the shop, but you found it all calming. Work stressed you out more often than not, but you loved it so much. 
You were happily humming along to that song that’s been stuck in your head for the last week as you plucked off the leaves of R. Tinbi, one of those base ingredients for the enchantment. You had managed to get most of the ingredients prepared, now only left with the simple ones, when suddenly you heard footsteps. 
You didn’t even look up to know Jungkook had finally made his way out of the bathroom and was making his way over to you at the island. You really didn’t think much of it, almost forgetting about the whole predicament once again, but when he finally came into your peripheral you were instantly reminded. 
You finally turned your head to see him hunched over the countertop, his baggy short sleeved shirt that had a picture of Iron Man on it was long gone, and his red, plaid pajama pants haphazardly clung onto his tiny waist. That very prominent v-line that always made your mouth water was on display and suddenly you forgot what you were doing. 
You tried not to stare though, not wanting to make things any harder for him. You went back to plucking off the leaves. 
“P-Please tell me you’re working on a way to fix this…” He sighed, leaning over the counter a little more. It was also then that you realized his hair was a little wet and you noticed the shininess to his skin. 
“Baby you know if there was any way to fix this other than letting it take its course then I would help you… it would take longer than the time left to research—“ You suddenly heard his hand hit the counter before you saw him walk over to you from around the island. 
You watched as he got closer till he was standing right in front of you, you stared at him wide eyed, confused about what he was doing. 
He looked down at you with pleading eyes, his hand coming up and grabbing onto your waist, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted to tell him this wasn’t a good idea, but you couldn’t deny him when you felt him lift you onto the counter, you didn’t want to either. 
Jungkook looked at you with so much need, you could feel it too, how much pain this enchantment has caused and how much you wanted to help him. You felt tingles run through your entire body when his hand came up and caressed your bare thigh, making you instantly open your legs wider so he could be even closer. 
No time left was spared as Jungkook hastily pulled you close smashing his lips onto yours. He was hungry, desperate and he made sure you could feel it, kissing you with such ferocity you could hardly keep up. His hand had snaked up to cup your cheek to keep you close, even taking a second to breathe seemed hard. 
You were also sent the painful reminder that your boyfriend never wore underwear when he was home. Jungkook eagerly chased your hips, you both falling into a clumsy rhythm that made your whole body burn each time he whined softly into your mouth. 
You felt his hands hurriedly reach in between you and he fumbled with the button before he hurriedly pulled the zipper down on your shorts. Your hands ran up his toned arms, feeling the ink that over the years started to decorate his right arm, running up over his shoulder to tangle in his long dark hair. You tugged on that lightly, knowing how much he normally enjoys that and you were rewarded with a beautiful moan that was swallowed into the kiss. 
It was then that you started to feel the tug on your shorts. The angle was awkward since you were sitting on the countertop, it made them hard to pull down without separating long enough for you to try and wiggle out of them. 
At the challenge Jungkook broke away, clearly frustrated at the stupid barrier. 
“Why shorts, why did you have to wear fucking shorts…” He whined, still trying to feel you the best he could and he found it so difficult to stop long enough to make more of an effort to try and get your shorts off. 
The moment apart finally gave you that clarity you needed to realize what you both were about to do. 
“Jungkook, wait, we can’t do this…” You were sad, and you wanted so much to have him like this, but you knew things would only get worse if you continued. You didn’t want to see him in any more pain. 
“No… please… please Y/n, I feel like I’m going to explode.” The desperation in his voice made it harder to deny him. “I can’t make it to midnight, I can’t, I can’t—“ 
“But you’ll just end up feeling worse, plus I have things I need to do—“ You suddenly felt his hand move from your waist and reach between you both once again as he buried his head in your shoulder. 
You looked between you both and a whole new wave of tingles spread through your body as you watched your boyfriend tug down his pajama pants slightly and pull out his cock. 
Oh my g—
“You said you wanted to watch…” He shakily breathed out as his hand wrapped around his length, pumping himself slowly. 
It felt almost wrong to bear witness to such a glorious sight. Even with your shadows in the way you were reminded how beautiful your boyfriends cock was, the tip red and angry, that vein that you loved to lick ran along the side, and pre-cum was just oozing from the tip. To see that along with his pretty ass tattooed hand wrapped around was almost too much.
“Mmmm, oh— fuck, wanna cum so bad.” He said moaning into your skin. 
Knowing you could have a guy as beautiful as Jungkook such a mess and all for you made you want to give in so bad. 
You relished in his soft curses, the way he would moan, and the shaky breathes he would let out each time he would make it to the tip. The scene was lewd, and so much hotter than you could have ever imagined. 
You were in a trance at the sight until you felt his lips on your skin, kissing lightly until he reached that spot. You sighed and pulled him closer. Was this enchantment contagious? Maybe it was your boyfriend working his own magic like he always finds a way to? Whatever it was, was working on you too well. Oh, you wanted him so bad. 
You wrapped your legs around his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck, easily grabbing onto his hair and pulling it just the way he likes. He whined and rutted into you, so sensitive. 
You tilted his head so your lips were right by his ear. 
“Is this what you want?” You whispered softly and you got the most glorious moan out of him.
“Oh g—“ You didn’t give him time at all to finish before you were sucking hard on his neck. You felt his hand come up on your waist, both trying to pull your shorts down and pulling you closer to him, while he rocked his hips into you. 
“Close— Y/n please I’m so close—“ He whined, getting even more desperate at tugging at your shorts. You certainly felt it too, his quickened pace and started to get a little more inconsistent, desperate. 
You took the opportunity and pushed him away slightly. 
“N-No, please please!” He cried as you hopped off the countertop but you were quick at pushing him so he hit the counter across from where you were. He watched you wide eyed as you slowly walked over to him till you were standing only inches away. 
You took a moment to admire the view, giving him a once over at how much of a mess he truly had become. His skin glistened even more, his lips were shiny, and his hair was all frazzled and in his face. Oh how much you wish you could absolutely devour him. 
“You seriously don’t think you can make it to midnight?” You tried to look him in the eyes but his cock was right there. 
He shook his head. “I can take anything, your pussy, your mouth, fuck, I’ll be good if you let me squeeze your boob at this point.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that last part. 
“You don’t care that it might come back even worse?” You asked again, getting a little closer. 
“All I care about is now and you standing right in front of me, I could give a fuck about what happens 5 minutes from now.” Jungkook grabbed onto your waist hoping you won’t leave him. 
“Wellll…” You backed away and turned back to the island, grabbing onto the R. Tinbi leaves. “Someone ate my order today so I’m a little busy but—“ You leaned against the counter and arched your back in a way you knew made your ass look great. 
Jungkook quickly took the hint and grabbed onto your waist already rubbing himself against the rough fabric. 
“You’re perfect…” he sighed, grabbing a fistful of your ass and using his other hand to pull your hips back against his. You moaned lightly trying to focus on the leaves, but Jungkook was quick at making that task impossible. 
“You should see yourself, so fucking hot and mine.” His voice was already shaky again. He was so right, you knew deep down in your heart from the moment he first saw your special room there would be no one else, no one could make you feel as good as he did. 
Dazed and with your attention still on the leaves you felt his hand snake around and slipped down your panties, quickly finding your clit. 
“Oh fuck! Jungkook—“ You whined when he started rubbing your clit. You really weren’t expecting him to touch you at all, but leave it to your boyfriend, even in a state like this, to still try to make sure you felt good too. 
“Shit, you’re so wet for me baby… You like seeing me like this?” Jungkook was trying to tease you but he was so fucking turned on right now saying it out loud just made things worse. He had been so worried about embarrassing himself in front of you, but hearing, feeling you were turned on by his situation was more than he could take. 
Your moans were enough to make rational thinking seem impossible, suddenly the goal of getting your shorts down your legs seemed like it would take too much time and his brain just wasn’t working anymore. 
In a haste Jungkook did the most highschool thing he probably could have done in that moment, lining himself up before pushing himself right between your thighs. Jungkook’s face burned from how embarrassing this was, but he could care less right now. 
“I’m— so sorry, I can’t— I’m sorry—“ He moaned as he started literally fucking your thighs, his pace not holding back at all. 
You were a little confused by what was happening but while his hips were quick so were his fingers, speeding up so fast any questions or witty remarks you had left your brain in an instant. 
“Oh— fuck, fuck!” You moaned.
“So good, you feel so good Y/n!” You could tell just by his voice he was getting close. Part of you was tempted to ask him once again if this was really worth it, but you felt repeating it was redundant at this point. He had already made up his mind. Instead you just squeezed your thighs a little tighter together, hoping that might help.
“Ennnggg, oh-oh my gosh—“ Jungkook hurried his head in your neck, so close he could practically taste it at this point. His pace started to falter. 
“It’s ok, it’s ok…” You tried to reassure, sensing he was holding back. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—“ Jungkook didn’t know what he was expecting if he came, the build up was just too much he knew he would feel better if only for a little while. What he wasn’t expecting, never would have expected was, as the ropes of cum started to shoot out, the most earth shattering orgasm he had ever experienced. 
As that wave of pleasure washed over him, he swore he transcended to the 10th dimension. He couldn’t speak, scream, moan, the pleasure too much, it was as if time stopped for a few seconds. The sensations were so intense, it felt like it lasted forever, a forever of bliss he couldn’t describe. It was better than a high he had experienced, a better high than he knew other drugs were capable of. It only seemed to get better as the seconds ticked away.
Part of Jungkook thought he had died, that he had transcended to a plane somewhere else, somewhere far beyond this earth. He swore he could see colors that never existed, 7:00 was purple, October was roast beef, Jupiter was a quarter. 
You were at first a little confused about what happened, he had suddenly gone almost silent except a few whimpers you felt in your skin as he steadily continued to rock his hips and how the hand gripping your waist was shaky. It was then that you remembered the U. Haqo and knew that whatever it was, was probably good. 
It was a solid few minutes before he finally came down, as the pleasure slowly faded, Jungkook was hit with another satisfying sensation, the feeling of complete normalcy.
You suddenly felt his weight shift on you completely. 
“Woah, are you ok?” You chuckled as you finally asked. 
“No… so good, feel better, but tired…” Complete sentences seemed impossible right now, that oragasm turning his brain into mush. You were luckily able to pick up on what he was trying to say.
“I bet, you ate all 3 of those—“ You had been so focused on Jungkook you had yet to actually look down, your attention finally drifting downwards when you felt something running down your leg. You weren’t prepared for the sight. What was going down your leg was the least of your worries, right there running down your island was an obvious white stream you knew wasn’t there before. 
“Holy shit, Jungkook…” You were stunned but once again you realized this was another ingredient to the enchantment at work. 
“Mmmmm?” He groaned lazily, still trying to still come back from that orgasm. 
“You came all over our island.” You laughed. 
This was enough to finally get him to lift his head and he was met with the same sight you were. Jungkook could feel the embarrassment creeping up, but his post-nut bliss was enough to keep him from freaking out about it too much. He knew this would make him scream into a pillow later though. 
“Sorry…” He sighed, gently caressing the skin where your shirt had come up slightly. 
Even with your limited Korean knowledge, you knew he had apologized. “It’s fine, it's another thing from the enchantment. I’ll worry about this, you go head to the bed. I’ll come back soon so I can put you to sleep before it comes back, hopefully you can sleep this off till midnight.” 
He nodded and slowly wobbled himself back over to your bedroom. 
You were quick to get to work knowing time was of the essence. You grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off your leg and the island, and headed straight to your room where Jungkook had already snuggled up in the blankets. 
Part of you wondered if he might go to sleep on his own, but as you got closer you noticed the pained look on his face. 
“Is it already back?” You questioned.
“Not yet, but I feel it coming.” He looked up at you. 
“Alright, hopefully this will keep you asleep till midnight, but since it’s magic vs magic, I can’t make any promises. You’ll at least be able to have a few hours with some peace.” You sat down on the bed and ran your fingers through his hair. Jungkook nodded, sleepily. 
“Wish you could stay, wanna cuddle…” He pouted and you were this close to throwing away all your responsibilities for the day away just so you could snuggle with him. 
“I do too, I’ll hop into bed with you as soon as I come back from the shop I promise.” You smiled and he did as well. It was then that you leaned down and softly kissed his cheek, you watched as his smile started to fade as his eyes quickly fluttered closed.
Oh you were so tempted. 
But nevertheless you hopped up and headed straight for the shower, even though you already took one earlier this morning, you figured you needed another after your time with Jungkook. 
You were out quickly and went back to work on getting the enchantment made as quickly as you could. You knew your clients would be coming in soon to pick up their orders and the couple called you when you got out of the shower and asked if they could pick up their order early because of a schedule change. 
Luckily most had already been done before Jungkook came in. You finally finished plucking the leaves and got the two remaining ingredients ready and carried them all into your special room for mixing. It was a good thirty minutes before the sparkly white powder was created and ready to be mixed in with the waffles. 
In no time at all (you did have a little help from your magic utensils helping you out) three hot and ready waffles were on the plate and you took them back to your special room. You closed the door behind you, waited for a second, before opening the door back up to the back room of The Magic Shop. 
It wasn’t long after you got there did you hear a knock on the door and you were delighted to see the couple peeking in through the door. You happily guided them back over to the register where you showed them the waffles wrapped up. 
“Thank you so much for doing this— this is one of our last chances at trying to do this the natural way.” The wife smiled at you. 
“I’m so glad I could help you both, hold up let me just—“ You quietly snapped your fingers making sure the waffles would stay warm until they both decided to eat them and then handed them over to them. 
“Let’s hope this works…” The husband looked over at his wife and squeezed her hand a little tighter, but then turned to you. “We have high hopes though, we heard amazing things about this place so we’re really hoping for the best.”
They were one of your many clients who knew nothing about what was actually the secret behind all of your products working so well. Part of you wished you could tell them so they would be reassured. 
“Really hoping for you both as well, I wish you guys luck.” The couple thanked you before heading back outside. 
As soon as they left you went back to your special room and started bringing out all of the other orders of people you were expecting today. You sighed looking at them all knowing you would probably be down here for a while, hoping that Jungkook would be ok upstairs. 
•─────✧─────•
The first thing Jungkook felt when he came to was pain, it didn’t hurt necessarily but there was no other word that he could describe it with. A need so desperate it almost was painful. The sun had gone down outside, a dark blue hue filling the room, and the clock on his nightstand read 8:34 when he finally looked over. 
You were right, it was so much worse. 
Jungkook was tempted to just make himself cum right now, unable to fathom how he would be able to make it nearly 4 hours. 
He couldn’t. 
This still didn’t stop him from trying his best. Jungkook gripped the blankets and shut his eyes hard, hoping maybe he could make himself go to sleep again. Only after 5 seconds he knew that wasn’t going to happen. 
He was just so— so…
Jungkook shifted his hips slightly and the fabric of his pajama pants was enough to make him lose his mind. 
Gosh, where were you? Jungkook hoped when he woke up it would be midnight (or at least close to it) and you were cuddled up in his arms like you promised. At least if he was going to fail, he’d rather do it inside you this time. 
Jungkook groaned softly thinking back to what went down in the kitchen, how nice your body felt against his, how wet you had gotten at his flustered state. If only he had enough sense to have gotten your shorts down, what he would have done if he did... 
He was tempted to run downstairs and beg you to let him fuck you, he was tempted and honestly he would have done it if he didn’t know the fact you were still downstairs meant you were working. He didn’t want to be any more of a pain than the mess he’s already caused for you. 
He really should have fucking known those waffles were for The Magic Shop, there really was no excuse for his actions other than he was hungry and didn’t care enough to realize what he was doing. 
Fuck— but he just missed you so much. He wished so badly he had opened his eyes and felt your arms wrapped around him, that when he had turned over he could have seen your smile. He would have kissed you and—
“Oh g—“ the moan got caught in his throat when he slid his hand under the waistband of his pants and hurriedly started pumping his cock. Jungkook was not at all prepared for the sensation, so intense, so fucking good he could already feel himself spiraling over the edge once again. 
In a rush he had to let go, knowing in that moment if he didn’t stop he would reach the point of no return already. 
Jungkook sat there for a second staring up at the darkened ceiling, just wondering how the hell he was going to somehow make it to midnight. If you were you— no if you were here, he would have cum already. 
He contemplated once again, heading downstairs, desperate to be inside you at this point, but being a good, respectful boyfriend mattered more no matter how horny he was. Jungkook flipped around anxiously, wondering how he was possibly going to get through this, when in the darkness your empty side made him focus on your pillow. 
No.
No. 
Jungkook, you're better than that— is what he tried to tell himself, he was screaming at himself that he was better than that, but he wasn’t, not when he felt like this. 
He finally kicked off his pajama pants and flipped over, staring at his pillow with so much shame, but that didn’t stop him as he slowly pushed the pillow further down. As soon as it was close enough, he steadily started rocking into it. 
Jungkook immediately thought of you again, when you would be here underneath him like this. Jungkook would always watch your pretty face as he thrusted into and— oh fuck, when you would moan his name and tell him how good he was making you feel. 
He hurriedly picked up the pace. “G—g, oh my g—“ 
You would always take him so well, you were so fucking perfect. He wanted to be inside you so bad right now. He missed feeling the way your walls would embrace him, you were always so fucking tight, and wet, and warm, and—
He was absolutely delusional at this point. He could see you underneath him, feel you underneath him, he could hear your moans and the way you pleaded for him to go faster. 
Gosh, he wanted to fill you up so fucking bad. 
It nearly hit him in the face when he felt himself hastily getting way too close, he had to quickly get off the pillow. 
His whole body cried and contorted, trying to get the feeling to pass. Jungkook nearly thought he was going to cum anyway, but he steadily calmed himself down. 
How the fuck is he going to make this? He knew he should stop, he knew that it would be better to wait it out than keep putting himself through this torture but he wasn’t thinking clearly at all. All he cared about was chasing that high as close as he can, until finally midnight rolled around and he could finally fucking cum. 
Jungkook got back over the pillow and rocked his hips a little slower. Maybe this might help, if he goes slow he can get the best of both worlds. A little bit of pleasure but also so he wouldn’t risk going too far. 
Jungkook moaned lightly at the feeling. This will be fine. He can go this, he can do this.
•─────✧─────•
It wasn’t until a little after 11:00 that you were finally making your way back up to the apartment. You were annoyed as hell because you pretty much worked an entire extra shift and of course today had to be the day that this happens. You had a couple of people who were picking up orders call and say they would be late, and late turned into two whole hours later, before you were finally closing the shop for good. Taking inventory also turned into a whole mess, the site where you normally get your ingredients from acted up and you were basically on the phone for a good three hours getting your order straight. And then you ended up spending an extra hour getting the shop ready for Monday, knowing you had absolutely no plans on coming in tomorrow. 
In turn, you were stuck downstairs almost all day thinking about your boyfriend upstairs. You kept hoping that the enchantment was strong enough and that he was still asleep, but like you feared as soon as you opened up the door of your special room once again you could immediately hear muffled moans. 
You hastily made your way down the hall and you honestly didn’t know what you were expecting when you rounded the corner, but you still found yourself shocked when you finally realized what you were looking at. 
The bed had basically been deconstructed, all the pillows and blankets had been thrown to the floor and the sheets were barely staying on. On your side of the bed was your boyfriend, his pajama pants were now gone. In one hand was your purple vibrator you typically kept in your nightstand, the could hear the slow, light buzzing as he slowly ran it along his cock. In the other hand he gripped hard, what you could only assume was your pillow, tightly over his face, making you instantly rush over because what the hell was he doing?! 
“Jungkook?!” You cried, ripping the pillow away. You heard him whine as you pulled it out of his hand. You were met with his wet face. You would have just chalked it up to be sweat, but noticing that his cheeks were noticeably damp making you realize he had likely been crying. 
He blinked up at you a little confused. 
“Y/n, is that really you?” His voice was a little horse. It was then that you also realized one of your lingerie sets bottoms was beside him.
You got down on your knees. “Yeah it’s me baby, I’m sorry I’m late…” You reached over and stroked his cheek. 
“Please tell me it’s 11:59…” He whined, a noticeable tear rolling down his cheek and onto your hand. 
“Almost it’s…” you looked over at the clock “11:21.” You reassured thinking that might be some sort of good news, but he just groaned and more tears spilled from his eyes. 
“How am I going to…” He quietly trailed off, not even bothering to finish. 
“Jungkook, what were you doing with a pillow on your face?” You asked, a little concerned. 
“Your pillow smells like you, missed you so much, I’m sorry.” He softly apologized and you felt instant relief knowing it wasn’t what you thought was happening. “Where were you? Thought you were gonna be here when I woke up…” He pouted. 
“I’m sorry, things kept holding me up downstairs, took me forever to make it back up. A lot’s happened though since I left.” You chuckled, pointing out how disheveled the room was. 
“It’s been so hard, you don’t even wanna know…” He sighed and it was also then that you realized he never turned your vibrator off. 
“You didn’t cum, did you?” You asked, not tearing your attention away from the way he gripped his dick with one hand and the way he ran the vibrator along it, how he shook every time he reached the tip. 
“Ennnggg— once— it was on accident, I had just woken up and… I don’t know what happened, but I ended up cumming on my pillow and—“ 
“Wait… how would you…?” Your imagination had immediately started running wild. 
“I missed you, and it’s embarrassing…” 
Jungkook had reached some of his lowest of lows today. He had fucked the crease between his girlfriend’s thighs because he couldn’t get her shorts off, and then he ended up fucking a pillow. 
It was right after he convinced himself that he was going to be able to do this. He had gotten caught up in imagining the pillow was you and he still was so sensitive from how he almost came earlier from his last attempt, but he really wasn’t ready for that wave to hit him like that. Jungkook didn’t even get a chance to try and stop it, his cum all of a sudden all over his pillow case and the shame, pleasure, and relief he felt in that moment for another earth-shattering orgasm. 
Shakily he wobbled over to the laundry room to toss it into the washer and he almost ran back to the shower and turned it on the coldest possible setting he could before hopping in, hoping it might cool him down a bit before the feeling came back. That didn’t help at all, magic being difficult like that, and that’s how he ended up stumbling out of the shower, grabbed the first thing he saw in your underwear drawer, along with your vibrator and had been here since trying his best to make it till you finally made it back. 
He’s nearly come more times than he could count at this point and just seeing you standing here next to him finally had started making things harder than ever before. 
“What time did you wake up?” You asked. 
“8:30– I’ve been edging for nearly 4 hours… feel like I’m gonna explode.” He couldn’t laugh at that anymore, because he really did feel like he actually might explode at this point— on you, fuck, he wanted you so bad. 
Your hand along his cheek sent a fire in him and this unbearable, unquenchable lust that he’s felt all day, was starting to reach a pinnacle that made his skin burn hotter than any fire. Gosh, a lust enchantment and he hasn’t been able to fuck you all day? 
To make matters worse even before the enchantment he was feeling extra needy, work this week for the both of you keeping you apart and he was looking forward to this Saturday to make up for all the lost time. 
You started noticing the look of distress on his face the more you looked at him. “Baby, you ok?”
“No—fuck, no I’m not ok. Can you leave? I don’t mean to be rude but you right beside me is making me think things, I fucking want you so… so, so, so fucking bad right now and I feel like if you stand here any longer touching my face I’m gonna cum and— it’s already so bad I don’t know if I can do this again—“ 
“What if you did?” You were still dazed staring at his pretty cock and your vibrator. 
“What?!” He sounded pissed, he was pissed, here he was begging you—
“I mean Jungkook there’s only a little over 30 minutes left of the day~ What if we take advantage of this enchantment and you can fuck my brains out or something till midnight hits.” You finally turned back to his face to see him staring at you.
“Take it as an apology for making you feel so miserable all day and… I swear watching you all day has made me so wet, so maybe we call it even and we have a little fun.” You smiled, hoping he might say yes.
He continued to just stare at you.
“We don’t have to if you’re not up for it, I know things have been hard and you might just wanna make it throu—“
“Shut up if you don’t fucking mean it.” He suddenly said, sitting up on the bed. You were a little taken aback by his harsh words, but then you realized what’s going on. 
At the position change you reached up and ran your hands over his toned thighs. “I fucking mean it baby.” You smirked up at him and you heard your boyfriend literally whimper. 
“G—god I swear I’m gonna cum if you keep talking, please— fuck, please do something, anything, I just fucking want you.” He cried and you couldn’t have been happier. 
You were about to have so much fun. 
You watched him throw your vibrator across the room and scoot to the edge of the bed. You didn’t even try and tease as you ran your hands further up his thighs. 
You watched his eyes flutter closed as you made your way closer to where he wanted you. You watched his face intently as your fingers finally wrapped around the base. 
“Mmphh— yesyesyesyes, don’t stop please.” He gasped and this fueled you to push further. 
You slowly brought your hand up closer to the tip and enjoyed the way he whimpered under your touch as precum kept leaking from the tip. 
“Does it feel good?” You laughed slightly, seeing how much he struggled to keep it together. 
“Feel like I’m gonna explode…” His brain was just spaghetti at this point, not even realizing he switched over to Korean. 
Jungkook leaned back so he couldn’t watch you, the sight was too much already and you barely had started. Instead he gripped the crumpled up sheets tight as he felt your hands run over his length. It was just so good, he wanted to cum so bad—
As much fun as this was, seeing your boyfriend like this made you so eager to please and you quickly decided it was finally time to put him out of his misery. 
After working him a little further you brought your hand up to eagerly rub over the slit as you leaned down ready to take him in your mouth. 
“Oh—fuuu—“ He was not prepared, neither were you when his orgasm hit him so suddenly. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched the bliss wash over him, the way his face cutely scrunched up, the sheets were tight in his hands, and just like what happened earlier in the kitchen, you only heard him whimper quietly, the pleasure seemingly being too much. You were so entranced, you didn’t even realize some of it landed on your face.
It took a few minutes for it to finally wash over him, and just as he was starting to come back he let go of the sheets and put his hands over his face.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You chuckled. 
“I’m sorry— that was— I’m so confused, fucking embarrassed, but ughh that was so hot.” He finally looked down at you, seeing the white streaks on your face. 
“Oh my g— so fucking hot— Y/n please don’t stop—“ He whined impatiently. 
“You sure? You just c—“ 
“I don’t care, don’t stop…” he pleaded, needing to feel you. This night was not ending without him being inside you at least once.
You chuckled as you grabbed a tissue and cleaned your face and hand. You didn’t waste anymore time and happily took him into your mouth. 
Jungkook was not at all prepared to feel your mouth around him— for 13 hours straight he had simply made do with the best he could, his hand, your thighs, a pillow, your vibrator on the lowest setting possible— they were fine and some even managed to push him over the edge. Maybe it had been so long since he felt your touch or this enchantment was absolutely insane because the minute you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock and started taking him… he was not at all prepared. You would have thought he had never been touched before in his life at how quickly he felt he could cum again, that feeling returning instantaneously.
His hand quickly went down to tangle in your hair as you pushed down as much as you could. He made the awful mistake of sitting up, wanting to look at you, but it just made things so much worse, seeing the way you were staring up at him as you took him so well. 
“You’re so good to me…” He sighed and he didn’t realize he said that out loud until he noticed you giggle as you came off him. 
“Is it that good? I’ve barely done anything yet.” You chuckled. 
“Mhmmm, go slow, don’t wanna cum too soon.” He pleaded. He wanted to savor every moment of this and this enchantment made it so all he wanted to do was cum down your throat.
Not yet though.
You nodded before going back down and swirling your tongue around the tip. You went slow like you promised and this was enough to get a frustrated whine from him. 
“Y/n— don’t do this to me please.” He looked down at you and you couldn’t help that wave of need travel through your body, making you squeeze your thighs together. Maybe on another day you would have teased him for longer, but you finally took him in your mouth as far as you could go. 
As you pulled back and went back down again, you enjoyed his soft sighs of pleasure he would let out occasionally, and by the look on his face you could tell you were doing well.
You brought your hand up to softly run over his thigh before wrapping around his length as stroking what you couldn’t take. At the combo, you relished in the moan he let out as his grip in your hair tightened. He looked so pretty like this, all you wanted to do was please him, so you steadily sped up your pace anticipating seeing that look of just pure euphoria wash over him once more. 
You were hellbent on getting him to cum in your mouth and you knew he was close, you could tell by his moans getting more desperate, and how he subtly held your head down making sure you wouldn’t leave. You were waiting for the moment, so close, but as you were sure he was right about to cum suddenly you felt him pull you off. 
You looked up at him confused as you saw him try and calm himself down. What was going on? Isn’t this what he wanted? 
You were not left confused for long as Jungkook shakily got up, you at eye level with his cock, shiny from your antics as precum leaked from the tip. You felt his hand cup your chin forcing you to look up at him. 
Jungkook was staring down at you, his lip tucked between his teeth as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. 
“So fucking pretty…” He sighed as he looked at your delicate features staring up at him. So fucking pretty and you were all his. He wanted to absolutely ruin you.
“Wanna fuck your mouth baby~” He said so softly, his tone almost not matching at all with what he was asking. You felt his thumb reach into your mouth slightly to open your mouth a little wider. 
Your attention went back down to his cock right in front of your face, the way his tattooed hand came up and started stroking it slowly as he moved a little closer to your mouth. Your whole body ached with need, wanting this man inside you immediately. 
“Is that ok?” He shakily asked. 
Instead of responding, you nodded your head slowly leaning in a little closer so your lips brushed against the tip. You enjoyed the whimper you got out of him as a result. 
“Eeeehh— Open your mouth— I mean open your mouth please, fuck!” Jungkook moaned and you instantly followed his command and he moved his hand so it was resting on your head and he guided you straight to his cock as you slowly took him. 
“Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes…” He sighed the minute he saw the last inch disappear into your mouth. You could feel his hand on your head start to shake lightly, and you could only figure he must be close.
Jungkook slowly pulled his hips back before shakily thrusting back in. He was trying to be gentle but your mouth and this fucking enchantment made that almost impossible. 
You felt so good around him and the way you were looking at him as he stared down into your eyes… he was so close. 
He sped up slightly. 
That sensation quickly returned, the overwhelming feeling quickly boiled over into a blinding white light, so so good. He had to force his eyes to stay open as he watched himself cum in your mouth. He wanted to see. 
You let him recover before pulling off eventually. 
Jungkook didn’t let the peace carry on for long before he was pulling you onto your feet and even quicker were you pressed against the dresser behind you as Jungkook kissed you hungrily. 
“You— you sure you want to keep going?” You asked in between his kisses. You were honestly baffled he hadn’t collapsed yet, but that enchantment was all to thank for that. 
“Yes— can’t stop.” He really couldn’t, this enchantment already having that craving back faster than ever and with an intensity that he couldn’t imagine as somehow worse. Jungkook wasn’t done yet with you at all, this was still just the beginning. 
He made the point clear by pulling you back with him so you both fell back on the bed. Jungkook didn’t waste any time as he wrapped your legs around his waist and he was hurriedly leaning over so he could kiss you. 
You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. You wanted him and you knew you were just on the cusp of feeling him inside you. You got even more excited when you felt him tugging on your shorts. 
“Are you serious?!” Jungkook exclaimed as he struggled to get them down once again. They were just comfy shorts you threw on, hoping these might be a little easier to deal with than your jean shorts from earlier, but it seems you thought wrong.
Jungkook got frustrated and instead focused on pulling up your shirt and helped you get it over your head and you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room. You didn’t think too much of it, ready to finally get naked and busy, that is until you noticed his gaze locked on your chest.
You were about to question him, but his hand quickly came up and started massaging the softness. Oh. 
You moaned softly as his thumb flicked over the nipple before leaning forward a little more and sucking it. You were a bit taken aback by his actions, but Jungkook’s eager mouth was quick at pulling you back in the moment. 
“Can’t wait to see you covered with whipped cream.” He mumbled softly, but his eyes weren’t on yours. You honestly had no idea what he was talking about or if he was speaking to you or your boobs? 
“Baby, what are you talking about?” You chuckled slightly, running your hands through his soft hair. 
“Our plans for tomorrow, wish they were for now but— ughh— Y/n, need you please.” His gaze finally met your own and he made sure to accentuate with a firm thrust. 
You were about to say something when you felt his hand travel down your body again and tug on your short strings. You hoped this time he would manage to get them down your legs, but you could sense the growing frustration at the fact he couldn’t even untie the little bow you made. 
“Why?! Why can’t I—?!” The more he pulled the worse the knot he had created got tighter, this enchantment seemingly making his brain all scrambled. 
As funny as it was to watch, you were more eager for what was going to happen next so you pushed him away slightly so you could finally shimmy your shorts down your legs. 
Jungkook looked at you thankful for the help and his whole body seemingly cried when your shorts and panties were gone and flung across the room. Seeing you naked, fuck, he’s wanted you like this all day. As much as he wanted to feel you around him, Jungkook was more interested in pleasing you. 
You expected him to get back on top but he laid back over on your side and started ushering you over on top of him. 
“What’s this about?” You wondered. 
“Sit on my face.” He was blunt but the enchantment allowed for nothing more. You were a little shocked once again he was still finding it in him to take care of you when he’s like this, but were you really? This was Jungkook you’re talking about, the guy who thrives on your pleasure. 
You laughed slightly, but quickly obeyed his wish and moved so you were hovering over his mouth. 
You gripped your headboard tight when you felt his hands come up to stroke your thighs as you slowly lowered yourself over his mouth, worried about squishing his head. Jungkook was quick at pushing those worries aside as he pulled you down to eagerly start lapping between your drenched folds. 
You weren’t at all prepared, your back arching and a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. 
Even in a state like this Jungkook made sure to remind you he knew your body well after years spent together. 
“Jungkook— fuck, fuck yes—“ You groaned when he used his tongue to circle your clit, occasionally sucking on it. Your whole body was on fire, if someone was watching they might have also thought you had eaten some of the enchanted waffles along with him at how desperate you seemed.  
Truth is, you missed, you missed him so much. You had missed him all week, long hours keeping you both apart even before enchantment came into effect. You missed him all day today, you were stuck downstairs as you thought about what might have happened if you had opened the bathroom earlier, what if Jungkook had fucked you on the counter, what if you agreed to stay in bed with him. All of the possibility was dwarfed by how hot you were thinking about what actually happened. Trapped downstairs on the phone with the fifth tech support person trying to help you with your order, all you could think about was your boyfriend’s pretty ass cock and how much you wanted to be pounded into oblivion right then and there for the guy on the phone to hear. 
You’ve been hot all day. As hard as you knew this was for Jungkook, it almost felt like you were being punished being forced to watch. 
Having him like this, below you, eating you out like his life depended on it made you so fucking hot. 
When your thighs started to get a bit shaky, you finally looked down at him a little surprised to see his dazed gaze on you. You happily took one of your hands off the head board and let them tangle into his long brown locks. 
You felt the subtle vibrations of the way he moaned. You watched as one of his hands that was gripping onto your thighs let go and hastily reached downward. Curious, you broke away from his gaze and to turn behind you and you felt a whole new fire light inside you at the sight of him hurriedly pumping his cock. 
You quickly turned back down to him and noticed his eyes had glossed over, this whole thing apparently getting to him more than you thought. 
Oh.
Suddenly you were back in the moment and was painfully aware of the skilled work of your boyfriend's tongue, playing with your clit, licking between your folds, and even into your hole. You knew you would cum soon at this rate. 
“Are you enjoying this that much?” You teased breathlessly, moving your hips in a way that the new angle had your grinding against the tip of his nose. Fuck.
His attention shifted back to you, albeit still dazed. 
You gripped onto his hair tighter when he didn’t answer, even though how could he with your pussy in his mouth. You watched intently as the way his eyes started rolling back. Hot. 
You weren’t in the mood for games, you just wanted to fucking cum at this point. 
“Fuck Jungkook, you’re so good to me always. Love you.” It was a hasty confession as your attention turned towards chasing the high that’s been dangled in front of you all day. 
Jungkook seemed to speed up at the praise. It didn’t take long for that built up tension to finally snap when you cried out as you experienced one of the most toe-curling, mind numbing orgasms you’ve ever had. 
Jungkook gave you no time to recover though, because even after he worked you through it and you started to lift up, he showed no signs of stopping. 
You looked down at him and he nodded up at you, needing no words to explain.
He wanted to watch again, have you cum all over his face one more time. You were so sensitive, confused at the blissful sting of overstimulation, but still extremely turned on because holy fucking shit was this hot. 
Jungkook quickly had you back to that point where that feeling was back all too soon and you were crying out once more and your orgasm hit you faster than a freight train. 
Your brain didn’t know how to comprehend what happened as you sat there for a second, letting your heart and breathing calm down. What just happened? You felt fuzzy all over, loved, comforted, and—
Jungkook’s hand suddenly fell from your thigh as you finally looked down once again. You were delighted to see the fucked out expression, his eyes were closed and you cooed internally at the way his eyelashes tickled his cheeks. He was so pretty. His brows were furrowed as the hand that had long left your thigh continued to move. That’s when you remembered what you saw last time. 
You turned around and was shocked to see the cum covering his toned stomach, but he was still harder than ever. Suddenly you were hot all over again. 
You turned back to Jungkook once more, noticing how pained his delicate expression had gotten. 
“Please, inside…” He finally opened his eyes to look up at you. You also noticed how red he seemed and you wondered if he was just hot, flushed, or was it embarrassment? Maybe all three considering? You could also see how wet his face was, you didn’t know whether that was just you or the tears that had especially collected around his eyes. 
You swung your leg over and took a seat next to him. Jungkook was quick at sitting up and turning toward you, you both just looked at each other before Jungkook got too impatient and hurriedly pulled you into a kiss. 
He was hungry, desperate, and had you breathless by the time he moved you both so you were on your back and he was slotted between your thighs, ignoring the stickiness between you. 
You moaned into the kiss when you felt the steady grind of his cock between your folds. Despite having just come (twice), you still found yourself eager to have him inside you, finally. 
Jungkook pulled away to hurriedly line himself up, ready to finally fucking finally feel you, but just as he was about to push in you remembered something. 
“Wait— Jungkook!” You called and he looked up at you, a little startled. 
“Mhmmm?” He almost sounded like he was drunk, his attention quickly turning back down to your pussy and was entranced at how wet you sounded, his eyes glued to the way his cock looked as he pushed it through the slickness of your folds. 
“Do you think we should use a condom?” You asked, a little concerned. You never typically did these days, but with this enchantment it may be better just in case. 
Jungkook was trying his best to pay attention to your words, but fuck, he was so close and you felt so good. 
“I don’t know if my birth control can go up against this enchantment.” 
“Eghhhh— I don’t mind if you think it’s better. It’s up to you.” His brain was not working, of course he had a preference and that preference was clouding any sort of logical thinking. 
“What— you don’t mind if this gets me pregnant?” You giggled at the comment. 
Jungkook's eyes returned to yours but then back down between you both. “Feel like I could give you octuplets right now.” He chuckled weakly, both trying to joke along with you but he was also incredibly serious, painfully serious.
You just laughed realizing you shouldn’t really be asking him when he’s like this. “Ohhh, that’s just the enchantment talking baby~” You smiled, somehow endeared by his words. 
“I’m serious though, whatever you want to do— but wait, we haven’t used condoms for so long I don’t even remember if I have any left.” He panicked. Just the thought of stopping now made him want to throw something out the window. He felt close already.
“Please hurry baby…” He moaned, trying his best to stay calm but this fucking enchantment was making it very hard.
You sensing the urgency decided to think about this. 
There is no way you wouldn’t end up pregnant from this if you just do nothing— or well, there’s just a great chance. Considering you weren’t enchanted by the waffles maybe that would be enough? You also had no idea anyway if you had any condoms in the room anymore. Maybe you would be fine? You could make your own remedy of sorts in the morning as well just for good measure. 
And would it really be that bad if all that fails? Sure you weren’t at that point of your life where you were ready to start having kids, but this was with Jungkook, not some random guy from a one night stand. If things didn’t go to plan, it wouldn’t be that bad. 
Your judgment was questionable though considering you were just as eager to finally feel him inside you and the way his cock slid over your clit made your mind a little fuzzy. Might you regret it in the morning, maybe, but you would solve that issue when you get there. You had a plan as well so—
“Alright— I have a plan for tomorrow, but just get inside before I lose my mi—” You were hardly able to finish your sentence before Jungkook hurriedly pushed inside you, not even making it in all the way before he buried himself in your neck and let out the most glorious moan as he came inside you.  
You were shocked but you still rubbed his back lightly, trying to help him through it. You could only imagine at this point how intense things have gotten for him, the thought turned you on and for a brief moment considered one day downing three of these waffles and seeing what happens. 
Jungkook eventually pulled away and you immediately noticed the tears that stained his face and quickly brought your hands up to wipe them. 
“Was it good?” You chuckled, but you were starting to get a tad bit concerned seeing how fucked out he was beginning to look. 
He shakily nodded his head. 
“You’re lucky I said yes.” You laughed hoping that would pep him back up back you could tell he was hardly paying any attention to what you were saying.
“S-s-sorry.” His voice was soft and you couldn’t help yourself as you brought him closer to kiss his cheek. The lights were dim in your room, but once your lips touched his skin you finally felt just how wet his face was. 
“It doesn’t hurt right?” You asked immediately as you pulled back.
He shook his head. 
“Feels too good.” He sighed as he steadily started to move his hips again. 
Jungkook was not at all prepared for what it would feel like to be inside you with this enchantment. Maybe he was so sensitive from how many times he’s cum already, or things really have escalated to a point that everything has just become so overwhelming, but the minute he started moving his hips he was rendered speechless. 
The enchantment only seemed to enhance every sensation the warm embrace your walls always gave him. It was so good, you were so good to him. Every sense of his made his brain go haywire, the way you wrapped around him, the way your hands ran along his back, the way you looked up at him as he fucked you, your expression, your eyes alone was enough to get him to cum again. 
He loved you so much. 
“Fuck.” He whispered so quietly he doubted you heard it, he couldn’t say it any louder even if he wanted to. Despite the odd circumstances and how frustrating the day has been, being here with you like this made it all worth it. 
Jungkook didn’t even realize how much his eyes had watered up until your expression started to shift to worry when you brought your hand up to wipe his face. 
“Fuck— Jungkook are you sure you’re ok?” You asked, once again concerned. 
“Mhmmmm, good, so good. Don’t wanna cum yet, wanna make you feel good too.” He cried. He was desperate to make you feel even an ounce of what he did. His pace had remained painfully slow, knowing the minute he sped up it’d be over. 
“This feels good— don’t worry baby this is about you, ok?” You smiled up at him. It was meant to be reassuring but it only made him feel worse. 
Jungkook picked up the pace and relished in your delighted moans and the sound of the bed frame creaking at your escapades. It was overwhelming, so overwhelming, that feeling, that need to fill you up once more became harder to ignore. 
He tried his best to distract himself by kissing you hastily but that only seemed to make things worse. It was just so good. 
“Oh— oh go—“ 
It felt like he was hit with a train the way his orgasm knocked him so suddenly, somehow it was even more intense than before. It felt like a fervor dream, he was delirious, and maybe it was this enchantment, but as he coated your walls with his cum there was some strange part in him that wanted all this to get you pregnant. 
It was a guilty confession that he knew he would regret later, but it’s what fueled him despite how exhausted his body felt to flip you over so you were on your hands and knees so he could do it again. 
The position gave him a great view of your ass, and he cursed to himself quietly as watched the way it’d jiggle anytime he pushed into you. 
“So—so good Jungkook…” You whined. 
“Close?” Was all he could ask and you hurriedly nodded. 
Jungkook’s hand quickly came down to smack your ass and gripped on the soft mounds hard, loving the way you moaned for him. As much as he’s enjoyed the thought about whipped cream all over your titties all day, your ass will always be his favorite. 
Jungkook felt your walls tighten around his cock and he knew you were close. 
He pulled you close so your back was against him, the new angle allowing him to fuck into you easily, while his hand went down to rub your clit and his mouth kissed your neck.
The position had him reaching spots inside you that made your mind go blank as you soon felt him fill you up once again, but he didn’t stop until you were soon cumming all over his cock. 
You were hardly able to recover before Jungkook was pulling out of you and laying down only to usher you so you were hovering over his cock. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, and it didn’t take much to figure out what he was asking from you. 
You were already starting to get a little tired and barely coming off your last orgasm you still found it in yourself to sink down onto his length once again. You felt his hands come up and grip your hips tightly as you began to slowly move. 
You also surprised yourself with the fact that you were keeping up with him, no enchantment fueling your efforts, just your love for this idiot who ate your waffles.
You marveled at his soft sighs of pleasure and how beautiful he looked. He had grown more quiet like back in the kitchen and just by the look on his face you knew things had really gotten intense. You could only imagine, you’re not even sure how many times he’s cum at this point.
“You’re so pretty baby~” You breathlessly confessed and he let out a strained moan as one of his hands moved up to play with one of your tits. For some reason you knew he was close once again.
“You’re gonna cum again for me baby?” You asked but you knew. You noticed his eyes started getting watery again, tears falling from his eyes.
“Y-yes.” He strained and you could hardly hear him.
You decided to speed up a little, not wanting to drag this out for him. You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his cock filling you up, focusing on keeping a steady rhythm. It wasn’t too long after you started losing yourself in the pleasure that you felt his grip on your hips tighten before you heard Jungkook out a moan as his eyes rolled back and you felt him fill you up once again. 
You smiled but Jungkook was quick at moving you so you laid on your side, your back against his chest before he was entering you from behind. He didn’t move for a little while and it was then that you were able to look over at his nightstand to see the time. 
11:56. 
Almost there.
Jungkook also noticed that this was finally about to come to an end and knew he wanted to make the most of it. One more time. 
Jungkook grabbed ahold of your thigh and lifted it up so your leg could rest ontop of his so he could fuck into you easier and slowly started to move. 
“One more time.” He sighed, kissing your neck.  
He wasn’t talking about himself. Four minutes at this point was enough time for cum at least twice, but he was thinking about you. He wanted– no, needed to feel you cum around his cock once more. 
Jungkook quickly found a good pace and reached around to find your clit once again. 
You moaned for him, not honestly thinking you could cum again, but Jungkook always had a way of proving you wrong because you quickly felt that growing need once again. 
It was so good, he was so good. Being close like this, his length buried deep inside, his fingers on your clit, his lips on your skin, you felt so loved and still being a little sensitive from your last orgasm you felt so close so quickly.
As much as he wanted to wait until you were closer, the way your walls were gripping made him spill into you quicker than he liked but he never faltered, speeding up instead determined to make you cum around him before midnight.
“Fuck, fuck please baby–” He pleaded and you cried. 
You were close, so fucking close. 
With a couple more thrusts you felt that blinding surge of pleasure spread through your whole body and moaned his name as he somehow gave you your fourth orgasm of the day. It hit Jungkook as well, your orgasm suddenly having him spilling into you once again. 
It was a blissful end. 
Jungkook shakily worked you both through the waves of pleasure as the clock changed to 12:00. Instead of this neverending sea of desire Jungkook had been swimming in all day, the calm silence of that relief was slowly gifted to him as well. 
You both just sat there trying to collect yourselves because– woah. Despite the circumstances this definitely was a night to remember. 
The longer you laid there the more you just wanted to head to bed but you were sweaty, covered in cum, and your room was still a mess. After a little while you finally found the motivation to pry yourself away from Jungkook’s warm embrace. When you turned around you were a little shocked, or well not that shocked, to see his eyes closed and seemingly asleep already.
You didn’t blame him, honestly surprised he didn’t fall out sooner than this. 
You were about to jump out of the bed to start your shower when you felt a hand on your wrist, stopping you. 
“Don’t leave me please…” His eyes were still closed and he sounded so drowsy. You leaned in closer and pushed the hair out of his face, the ends noticeably damp. 
“What’s that baby?”
“Don’t leave.” He looked up at you. The only thing on Jungkook’s mind was falling asleep with you in his arms.
“I don’t want to get up either, but I was just going to shower and maybe get started a little bit on all the laundry–” 
“Don’t leave.” He said once again.
You leaned down and kissed him on his forehead. “I promise to be back soon ok, you’ll probably be asleep by the time I get back anyway.” 
“But I want you with me…” He pouted. 
“You can come join me in the shower if you want.” You suggested. 
“Tirreeeedddd, can’t this wait till morning.” He sighed and you couldn’t help but giggle. He always gets really baby when he’s sleepy. 
“I’ll be back ok~” You reassured him and headed for the bathroom.
As tired as he was, unlike the last time he went to sleep, Jungkook wanted to make sure you’d be in his arms when he wakes up. Despite how everything and everywhere in his body ached, he still found himself joining you in the bathroom. 
You were shocked but found your cheeks warming when you saw him groggily walk into the bathroom to join you. 
You didn’t want to make the shower take too long, he was tired and you were as well and you had laundry to start. Jungkook was hardly awake, almost falling over a couple times as the warm water fell over you both. 
When you went to shampoo his hair and gently massaged his scalp, even in his delirious state he almost felt teary. This was so nice, you were so so good to him.
“Y/n…” He quietly got your attention. 
“Mhmm~”
“I’m sorry…” 
“What for?” You couldn’t hide your confusion at what he could possibly be apologizing for.
“I’ve been a burden all day, ate those waffles, made things hard for you. I’m sorry.” His brain was hardly working, but he’s felt bad about this all day. 
“It’s alright, I should have gotten a fridge for the shop already anyway.” You laughed. “And you haven’t been a burden alright, today was fun!” You weren’t lying, you definitely had fun today. 
Jungkook smiled and pulled you in for a hug, not wanting at all to let go. Not now, not ever. 
You both eventually made it out of the shower and the minute Jungkook got his clothes on he collapsed onto the bed, sleep becoming too much to fight at this point. You had managed to wiggle the sheets out underneath him, still being visibly damp from earlier.
You went ahead and grabbed everything else and took it to the laundry room, but after seeing how much you had to do, ultimately decided it may just be best to save it for the morning like Jungkook suggested. The shower made you sleepy so instead you went to bring out your thick blanket.
When you got to the room you were a little surprised to find Jungkook sitting up on the bed, looking half out of it. 
“I thought you fell asleep already?” You giggled as you went over to caress his cheek. 
“Mmmm, wanted you here. Can’t fall asleep yet.” He sighed, nuzzling into your hand. 
You took the hint and made quick work on tossing the blanket out over the bed, grabbing the pillows that were on the floor, and climbing into bed with your boyfriend.
As soon as you got in the bed, turned off the lights, and got you both situated he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. It probably didn’t take even a minute before you heard his light snores and you were sure it didn’t take long after that for you to join. 
What a day.
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“You think anyone will believe this?” You asked after he clicked the post button. 
“Probably not, but that’s the point. Feels good to talk about these things though.” Jungkook smiled, his heart warm from reminiscing all day. 
You smiled and hugged him. 
“Alright, I’ve been here long enough, I have classes to get to.” You sighed, hopping up from the bed. “I’ll be back from the shop before 6 so I can do dinner today.” You kissed his cheek and was about to run off to put on your shoes, but Jungkook grabbed your hand. 
He looked down at your intertwined fingers, imagining once again that ring he saw in the shop earlier on your finger, how pretty it would look until you both got matching bands. He was feeling a little too sentimental at the thought and how much he wished it was already on your finger. 
“Ummmm, watcha doing?” You asked, noticing him staring at your hand. 
“Ermm– sorry.” He leaned down and kissed your hand. “Be back soon ok, miss you already.” He sighed, hating that you had to leave him on his day off. 
You leaned down and kissed his lips, Jungkook wholeheartedly melting into the kiss, thinking about what it might be like to kiss you like this on your wedding day. 
You pulled away with a big smile on your face. 
“Oh right! Don’t forget to take the broom over to my mom’s, he’s really been missing her these days.” 
Jungkook groaned. “You know your broom hates me, it’ll take forever just to get him out of the room.” He recounted the last time he was responsible for taking your broom out. 
“Cmoonnn you guys need some bonding time anyway, and plus my mom also wanted to see you as well so… good luck.” You said as you left the room. 
“Alright, come back soon! I’m making bulgogi tonight!” He yelled out to you and he quickly heard you running back and giving him another hug before running out the room again. 
“Bye!” You called out, before the door closed behind you, leaving Jungkook alone. 
How this was his life was still a mystery to him as well, who gets to say they need to take their girlfriend’s broom out? 
Who gets to say they need to take their fiance’s broom out?
Who gets to say they need to take their wife’s broom out?
Jungkook’s face flushed at the thought. Maybe this trip won’t be so bad? He had something he needed to ask your mom anyway.
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Part two to this.
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Bakugou is glad he introduced you to his parents. Not only because they approve of you, Mitsuki regularly makes it clear that he’s extremely lucky someone like you settled for the likes of him— and for once he agrees.
But he likes you with Mitsuki now, because he doesn’t worry about you at work as much.
Guilt racks his body whenever he comes home hours later than planned, the dinner you’ve prepared for him sat waiting in the microwave, the time already set so all he has to do is press the button. All the lights off as you lay in a big, empty bed— another night falling asleep without him. Cancelled dates when missions overlap, and those last minute calls that he has to take when you’re out for coffee or lunch as he gives you that same apologetic look. Bakugou isn’t a fool, he can see the hurt masked behind your eyes when you tell him it’s okay, that he has to go. And he knows you understand, but that doesn’t make it right.
So knowing you’re not quite as alone anymore, a welcome break from Kirishima, Mina, Denki and Sero whenever he has them check up on you during the day.
His only real worry now is how much Mitsuki will talk your ear off about getting married and babies, or bore you about old childhood memories. He hopes his mum won’t spill about him asking for his grandmothers wedding ring, and keeping it safe and secure from you until he finds the right moment. And he certainly hopes you won’t tell her about the times you’ve bought pregnancy tests when you’ve been late, the “scares” secretly not all that scary when the both of you have been thinking about kids for a while now. Waiting for that perfect moment where you have more time for each other between your busy, hectic lives. And maybe it’s time that he listened to his lower back and finally began to start settling down, his sidekicks more than capable of handling the agency when he’s away. Not like the shitty kids that Deku keeps hiring that constantly call him for help when Midoriya is off for the day.
It makes him happy when he gets home and hears you talking about what a nice day you had with his mother and what you did. He loves the sparkle in your eyes when you lean against him on the couch as he takes a sip from his beer and you talk about your day, certain he could listen to you talk about anything for hours on end.
But more than anything, he loves when his mother calls him the next day. Telling him that he better hurry the hell up and ask you to marry him before it’s too late, his father in the background heard telling Mitsuki that he’ll ask when he’s ready as they both break into an argument about how she had to ask him first.
Until she softens, and shares a memory with Bakugou that has him thumbing the engagement ring that sits inside his pocket. When he was a young boy and said he’d never get married or have kids, his only goal, only thought was becoming Number One.
“You better propose soon, brat. I’ve already designed my dress.”
“Fuckin’ hell, it ain’t supposed to be about you, Ma.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, his thoughts immediately gravitating towards how ethereal you’d look walking down the aisle on your wedding day. Making you his forever. His dream.
“Don’t worry, I won’t outshine the bride,” Mitsuki smiles on the other end of the line, “I don’t think anyone could outshine her. You did good, kid.”
Now he’s older, wiser and has experienced the weight of the world on his shoulders he can see the way his priorities have shifted. His scowl softening as he listens to his mum on the other side of the line. The dreams he had as a child have been surpassed since you came into his life, his goals and aspirations changed.
Because now his main priority is you.
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juanarc-thethird · 6 months
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Hey Jaune, have you proposed yet to *insert name*?
For the record, you let me choose. ---------------------------------------
Jaune is well dressed in a white long-sleeved button-down shirt, with the sleeves folded, and black pants with dress shoes of the same color.
Jaune: To day is the day.
He has been planning this day for several weeks. A lunch at her favorite restaurant. Then a walk in the park, and ends with a short stop at the central fountain of the park.
She went to the bathroom for a moment to touch up her makeup. Meanwhile Jaune takes the child from her pocket and tries to gather his courage for the big question.
"Who is the lucky girl?" you ask. Well she is…
????: I'm back
Jaune: (This is it)
He takes a deep breath.
Jaune: I have to tell you something important.
????: What is it?
Jaune: When I first met you, I thought you were out of my league. You were the popular girl and I was the geek who read comics in his free time. But when you ask me to go out with you, I was so happy! I thought it was a dream. But what I liked most was what I learned about you later. I love that you are a woman with great aspirations. I love the laugh you give me after hearing my bad jokes. Your smile, your kindness, your willingness to help others. I love waking up next to you every morning.
????: *About to cry* Oh Jaune...
Jaune: I think it's kind of obvious what I'm about to say.
He gets down on one knee and brings his ring to the light for her to see.
Jaune: Coco... Will you marry me?
Coco: Yes! Yes I will marry you!
She jumps into his arms and kisses him passionately.
Coco: You finally asked me.
Jaune: Wait, you were already expecting this?!
Coco: I saw the ring at the restaurant. You literally drop it in front of me when you took your wallet out. I just acted like I didn't notice.
Jaune: Man, I thought I was hiding it so well.
Coco: *Chuckles* But that's what I like about you~
Jaune: I love you~
Coco: I love you more~
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spicyllewyn · 7 months
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Kinktober 3. - Breeding / degrading.
Bud Cooper x F!Reader.
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Tags & warnings. Breeding + degrading + age gap. (Early 20's + late 30's) (+18)
Important writers note. Since Suburbicon is set in 1959 you can guess it right, this is kinda misogynistic lol, there's a bit of dub-con with the breeding part.
Word count. 2k.
Summary. Bud is dying to make you a mommy.
Kinktober masterlist.
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Bud was sweet, well, most of the time. You just weren't used to accepting the idea that sometimes he seemed to be obsessed with you.
Flowers, cards, expensive gifts. Having a boyfriend with a job was more fun than you thought, but at the same time, you had to deal with the burden of an older man with completely different aspirations from yours.
You loved him, and he undoubtedly loved you, but did you love him enough to set aside your life plans?
Attending college was a huge privilege, the idea of getting a job, your own apartment. You never saw yourself as a housewife, although you didn't judge those who made that choice; many of your girl friends were living a dream life that way.
And you weren't a fan of kids.
Oh, and weddings were too expensive to even consider.
Needless to say, it was the opposite of what Bud wanted for you. Well, for him. Or should you say, for the both of you, maybe?
"How was work?" Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed his lips. As usual, the only thing between you two was a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful sunflowers that matched the aesthetics of your room perfectly.
"They're considering me for a promotion." The tip of his nose rubbed against yours, making you laugh. "You should think about... you know, what we've talked about."
You pursed your lips, shaking your head afterward.
"No." You had lost count of how many times you had to repeat this. "I've already told you, love. No marriage, no engagement, no living together, and no kids until I finish college." You knew the dialogue by heart, and he probably did too.
He groaned, a little pout appearing on his lips.
"People talk," he whispered before kissing your lips again. Ah, you knew that by heart as well; it wasn't very difficult for him to distract you from the main topic.
Ever heard the popular saying "Small town, big hell"? Turns out, for the whole neighborhood, your relationship was more than scandalous. Bud already had a reputation due to his recent divorce, and you had managed to make it even worse with what everyone considered "progressive" ideas for the 50s.
You weren't married, everyone knew that, and you weren't in the process of getting married because every time you attended a boring neighborhood party, they always checked your hands and your partner's hands as a way to confirm that there was no ring yet. But still, you never hid the liberties of your relationship.
You spent whole nights at his apartment, the old lady from the house around the corner always spied on you when you left in the early hours or even in the mornings, with disheveled clothes, messy hair, and smeared lipstick all over your mouth.
The public displays of affection were on your part, although it was difficult for him to give in a little, he later understood that you did not have to be a prude in front of people, in fact, he started to enjoy the way in which people stopped to look. how you devoured his mouth against his car and how it brought moans from your throat because of the way his big hands squeezed your waist as if you were going to get away from him.
He loved your cherry flavored lip gloss and letting everyone know you were his.
"They've always talked." You lowered the bouquet of flowers, placing them on the dining table as his hands traveled the same path over and over, from your hips to your waist. "You know it's not what I want."
He sighed but gave you the same defeated smile as always.
"I know." He took just two steps closer until your body was against the table. "I've got the migraine of the century."
You chuckled. You already knew what that meant.
"And how could I solve that?"
With little effort, he sat you on the edge of the table, and your hands traveled down his chest, brushing his abdomen until they reached the edge of his pants. You tugged at the fabric until his hips were comfortably positioned between your legs.
“You know well what I want.” It was the last thing he whispered before his mouth was on yours, kissing you wetly and desperately.
It was no different than other times, you would never have guessed that Bud had a mission for that night.
While he was nibbling on your lower lip your hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, you were never going to get tired of admiring his body, muscles and tanned skin were the perfect combination, although this time he was so focused on your mouth that you couldn't move away to do it this time.
His fingers slowly lifted the hem of your mini skirt, the one that made older women look at you with disdain in the streets, the one that he loved so much. Bud only pulled away from your lips when he wanted to, looking down as his thumb brushed the center of your panties.
"Look at that." He whispered, applying more pressure with his thumb. “You're wet from just a couple of kisses."
You nibbled on your already swollen and red bottom lip, your eyes not leaving him for a single second.
“You are such a whore, you know that, sweetheart?” You whimpered as his thumb began to trace small circles over your still covered clit.
You felt how your little pussy throbbed around nothing. 'Whore' was a word that you knew was constantly floating around town to refer to you, it was fucking hot when your boyfriend used it before fucking your brains out.
You nodded slowly and bit back the urge to smile.
“So desperate.” You felt him teasing your hole with his middle finger, wetting your underwear even more as he pressed the fabric against the exact spot your slick ran from.
You sighed and your hands rested on the table for some support while you held your legs open for him. His gaze was still fixed on his hands against your puffy little pussy lips, marking the line between them with his fingers.
“People talk.” He repeated what he had said minutes before. “They talk about what a whore you are for letting yourself be fucked without being married to me.” You thrust your hips forward in desperation when his hand finally slipped under your underwear. You needed him.
“I know y-you love it.” You whispered with a breathy voice. “Letting everyone know I'm nothing but your slut.”
That was enough for him, you knew how to drive him crazy with a flutter of your eyelashes, even more so with a couple of words. He stopped touching you, and you were about to complain until you saw him unbuttoning his pants to give you what you really wanted.
It was your hand that delicately helped him position his cock between your legs. The head pressing against your hole after only pushing your underwear aside.
"This is what you want?" No matter how much he pressed he just didn't thrust into you, a few nights ago you had realized how much he liked to push you to your limit.
“Bud, p-please.”
"Sorry?" You saw the corner of his mouth twitch with the threat of a smile.
"Please please." You whispered, your pleading eyes boring into him.
"Please what?"
“Please fuck me, please, please.” You pushed your hip further to the edge of the table, not even with the pressure of your body you could make him continue. "I need it."
“Yeah? You do?” He cooed, a mocking pout on his face.
“I beg you.” You whimpered, your high pitched voice getting more demanding.
He clicked his tongue and in one thrust he buried himself in you, fulfilling your pleas in one expert movement.
“It doesn't matter h-how many…” He stammered as his fingers dug into your thighs. “How many damn times do I try to stretch you out.” He started with a slow rhythm, strong and deep, enough to use his own hands as a method to keep your body from sliding back on the table. “You are still so fucking thight, baby.”
Your hands traveled to your breasts, squeezing them over the fabric of your sweater, giving him a bit of a show before taking it off.
Ah yes, the fact that you didn't wear a bra was also something that attracted glances on the streets.
“Look at you, pretty girl.” He leaned enough so that he could bury his face between your breasts, licking his lips before beginning to place wet kisses on your soft skin. “Fuck, I want to marry you.”
His voice almost sounded pleading as your fingers ruffled his hair and pushed him even closer to you. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as his hips slammed into you again and again in a desperate rhythm.
“Please, please.” He whispered against your skin. “Please, marry me.” You were too cock drunk to think or speak clearly, you just nodded even though he couldn't see you.
It didn't take long for Bud to find that spot inside you, you moaned as loudly as you wanted, your back arching as if your body was begging to be as attached as it could be to his.
“Be my wife, baby.” You recognized well the way his voice broke, he was close.
He rested his chin on your chest and looked up. His eyes looked bigger from that position, it was stupidly adorable.
“P-Pull out.” You whispered between whimpers, your forehead resting against his.
Who were you trying to fool? You both loved each other so much it hurt.
He didn't obey you, his movements became more abrupt and you heard the table creak under your body along with the slap of your skin against his.
He was fucking you merciless.
“B-Bud.” You patted his cheek, trying to get his attention. “A-Ah, shit. P-Pull out.”
He dragged his hand up your thigh slowly until he reached between your legs, he pressed his thumb against your swollen clit making you see stars.
“Bud!” You exclaimed loudly, your entire body trembling with pleasure. “Yes, y-yes, God, yes.”
“You are going to be such a pretty mommy.” His nose brushed against yours as he straightened his back, seeking to be at your height.
You wanted to refuse, you really wanted to tell him to stop but your body was at his mercy, begging for more.
Praying he wouldn't get out of you.
“You want me to pull out, sweetheart?” He took your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it and giving it a little tug before releasing it. “Tell me, do you want me to?”
Only moans came out of your mouth, shouting Bud's name and the word 'more' over and over again.
"I thought so." A delicate kiss on your lips. And another, and another, and another, and another. “You want my baby, don't you?”
You weren't thinking, you really weren't when you nodded.
A smile appeared on his face, accompanying his flushed cheeks and bright eyes.
It only took two more thrusts for you both to reach the limit, for the first time you felt the pleasure of being filled to the brim by him as your walls squeezed every last drop out of him. The warm liquid running down your thighs as your insides couldn't take any more.
“You are such an…” One more thrust silenced you, the way he pushed his spend deeper inside you. “Idiot.” You whispered, closing your eyes at the sensitivity of your body.
“You should start thinking about names.” His teasing smile made you want to punch him, but the soft, slow movement of his hips made you want to ask for more. “What do you say, love?” He pretended to pay attention to your babbling. “Yes, I think so too.”
He kissed your lips once, twice, three times.
“I'm not sure one is enough either.”
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ngl, i kinda liked this one lol
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maireyart · 4 months
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Dude, I just had the best image: so it’s Obito-Lives AU, and part of his capture and house arrest and stipulation to his living is all his criminal assets are turned over and searched. That includes Kamui. So Kakashi goes to Kamui to search for the items Obito admitted are stored there, and he returns so appalled. Because, yes, Obito put bodies and important documents and items there, but he also just dumped a lot of junk. There are stacks of old magazines, dirty clothes piles, an assortment of bento box containers that were too nice to throw away, souvenirs from different places, crap Obito stole just for shits and giggles and Kakashi recognizes some of the stuff as things he “misplaced” over the years. “This was my favorite shirt.” “I knew that.”
Hi anon! And I'm sorry it took me so long to reply :3 The way it played out in my imagination was angsty and a little melodramatic, so no funny illustrations this time 😅 Ok, I admit Obito did call his dimension a "trash basket" (屑かご kuzukago) once in canon, and there must have been blood splashes, debris and not only from his battles, but something tells me he didn't use it as a literal trash dump xD (I guess he could just burn all that junk with a good katon jutsu). But I love the idea of him storing there something curious, something unexpected. I imagine he didn't want any reminders of his friendships, after everything... Even for shits and giggles. They could mess with his evil plan. Evoke the memories he didn't want. He was too vicious to be sentimental anymore, but he could take there something accidentally! Imagine the ANBU Kakashi period. Obito was often spying on his old teammate, and at one point he teleported into Kakashi's room to inspect it or look for specific papers and documents he could be interested in. Instead, he found something unrelated to his objective, something personal -- an old letter from Rin to Kakashi (that Kakashi seemed to have been in the mood to reread some time prior, wallowing in his sadness, so it was right on his table). Obito was standing there deep in thought, looking at the letter, absently analyzing the handwriting, but not really taking in the words yet, and then suddenly felt that Kakashi had shunshinned nearby ->
Obito had to return to Kamui immediately, but forgot to put the letter in place! It stayed in his hand, and then forever in Kamui; he never brought it back. Having read it for the first time, he felt anger and only anger and threw it away somewhere. The letter got lost among the gray blocks. He forgot about the thing altogether. But way later, when he was in his late 20's, or maybe even not long before the war, he found it again, and the words kept ringing in his head till the very end.
This old letter was… Rin's letter about Obito! The real Obito, the kid Obito, which the current Obito had killed in himself once.
It went something like this: "Dear Kakashi, I'm writing this letter to you because it's not easy to talk about these things in real life, but let me try to express my thoughts here. I know you can't stand Obito, but please, please, for the sake of our team, try to understand him, because he's… that and that… (describes his loneliness, and kindness, and potential, and aspirations, and dreams). Maybe if you just show him a flicker of warmth, he will open up, and you'll see for yourself how much it will benefit us as a team and in all other possible ways. I'm his friend and I know him well, and it's so worth it! Just please believe in Obito, just please try, and you'll see how much it will change things."
Obito was so irritated when he read it for the first time. He couldn't feel the message at all, they were just words of a ghost, of an unreal Rin, and that unreal Rin was babbling something about that miserable unreal Obito, the helpless one. Trying to reach Kakashi's heart. How futile.
Later, when he found the letter for the second time as an adult, he wasn't outraged anymore; he was too numb inside for that. But what he didn't like was that the words made him think. They were haunting him, and he hated that. And then, when the Juubi almost destroyed his consciousness, he made himself recall what had made him whole and hopeful once, and Rin's message sparked in his mind's eye again, more brightly, and it helped him take control of the Juubi. But only after the change of heart he finally started seeing the truth in those sentences and even hearing her voice saying them in his head; the words became alive and almost prophetic. And Kakashi's faith in Obito… It did finally touch his heart (as did Naruto's, of course), did finally reach him… and it DID change everything. * Now, Obito lives! And Kakashi somehow keeps the Sharingan eye or gets it back from him. He goes to Kamui after the war to "turn over his criminal assets" and finds that letter…
He brings it from Kamui and gives it back to Obito.
Obito, scratching the nape of his neck: "Ah… Sorry, I accidentally stole it from you ages ago." "I never noticed." "You didn't?" "I… memorized it so well that I never needed the original piece of paper anymore, the words were ingrained in my heart, is all…" "Why did you bring it back?" "I feel like you still need it. …Besides, thanks to it being in Kamui, it wasn't destroyed by Pein, unlike the contents of my whole apartment. When he attacked." "…Sorry." "Albeit losing things is nothing, in comparison with losing people." "Sorry." "I'm glad you're back..."
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growingstories · 10 months
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The greatest wrestler
Once upon a time in the small town of Oakwood, there lived a promising young wrestler named Ethan Turner.
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At the age of 18, Ethan had already established himself as a formidable force in the high school wrestling circuit. Despite his relatively small size of 180 pounds, his determination to become the biggest wrestler in the world knew no bounds.
Ethan's dream was to double his weight within the next five years, from 180 pounds to a staggering 360 pounds. This audacious goal seemed impossible to many, but Ethan was nothing short of a resilient dreamer. He knew that achieving such a feat would require immense sacrifices and hardships, but he was ready to face them head-on.
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The journey to becoming the biggest wrestler began at Ethan's kitchen table, where forced he himself to consume massive amounts of food each day. He meticulously crafted a diet plan that consisted of six meals, rich in carbohydrates, proteins, and healthy fats. Every bite was a challenge, as his body struggled to adapt to the sudden increase in calorie intake. Force-feeding himself wasn't just physically strenuous but also emotionally draining; he often felt nauseous and overwhelmed.
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As his weight began to climb steadily, Ethan battled not only with the constant discomfort of a stuffed stomach, but also with various health issues. His joints creaked and ached under his growing mass, and he frequently found himself in unbearable pain after intense training sessions. The loneliness he experienced grew with each passing day, as his demanding training routine and dietary restrictions kept him apart from his friends and classmates. Ethan's dedication to his goals often isolated him from the pleasures of the teenage years, but he believed it was all worth it.
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Ethan spent endless hours at gym, the lifting weights, working on his agility, and conditioning himself to become an unstoppable force in the wrestling ring. Each day, he pushed his limits, motivated by the vivid image in his mind of the future he aspired to While. his muscles grew stronger and more defined, the abs he once possessed began to disappear beneath layers of fat. It was a sign of his progress, a necessary sacrifice on the path to achieving greatness.
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Throughout his journey, Ethan had an unwavering admiration for his wrestling coach, Coach Thompson. Under his guidance, Ethan felt empowered to break his limits and pursue his goals with renewed vigor. As time went on, Ethan's admiration for Coach Thompson developed into something deeper, something that resembled love. The mentor-student relationship transformed into an emotional attachment that Ethan found solace in.
Determined to please Coach Thompson, Ethan followed every instruction and demand, no matter how difficult or unconventional they seemed. He blindly trusted his coach, that believing he held the key to unlocking his true potential. Though the love was one-sided, Ethan's dedication to his coach amplified, serving as a both blessing and a curse.
As Ethan plowed through his training regimen, his body transformed rapidly. His once lean and athletic frame steadily expanded, filling out with thick layers of muscle and fat. While the changes were remarkable, the sight of his once-enviable physique now lost within his newfound girth filled Ethan with mixed emotions. The prospect of being the biggest wrestler thrilled him, but the loss his of prized six-pack reminded him of the sacrifices he had made along the way.
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Five years flew by, and day the of the final high school wrestling match arrived. Ethan stepped onto the wrestling mat, a colossus compared to his opponents. His massive figure dwarfed everyone else, and his sheer size became a legend in its own right. Spectators marveled at the dedication and sacrifice that brought Ethan to this point.
In the end, Ethan emerged victorious from his final wresting match, claiming the state championship as his own. The cheers of the crowd filled his ears, but beneath the surface, a mix of emotions swirled within him. As he stood atop the victory podium, weighing a mighty 360 pounds, he realized the true cost of his dreams.
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While Ethan's journey had transformed him physically and allowed him to achieve greatness as the biggest wrestler in the world, it had come at a great price. The joints that had once ached now screamed with agony; his body struggled to carry the weight that once defined him. The loneliness he experienced throughout the years left a wound that continued to throb.
Ethan's story teaches us that the pursuit of one's dreams carries with it both triumphs and tribulations. It shines a light on the importance of balance, reminding us that sacrificing too much for a single goal may cost us more than we bargained for. Although Ethan forged his path with determination and dedication, his journey to become the biggest wrestler in the world ultimately left him questioning the price he paid.
As the cheers faded and the lights dimmed, Ethan contemplated what lay ahead for him. The weight of his dreams had brought him this far, but now it was time to decide if the sacrifices were worth the cost. He wondered if he could balance his love for wrestling with the desire for a healthier and more fulfilling life—one where he could find companionship, happiness, and prosperity outside the ring.
And so, as the curtain closes on Ethan's remarkable journey, we are left with a lingering question: can he find sol andace contentment amidst the struggles he faced, or will his ambition continue to drive him towards a singular goal, regardless of the consequences? Only time will tell in this tale of sacrifice, dedication, and the pursuit of greatness.
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soapskneebrace · 4 days
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Throwing my hat in the ring to cast tf141 in Fallout.
Price is a veteran NCR Ranger who saw both the first and second battles of the Hoover Dam as a young man. Following the collapse of the NCR he roves the wasteland as a sometimes bounty hunter, sometimes do-gooder when his conscience gets the better of him. He is haunted by the decline of the country he served, the country he believed in, knowing he had no power to save it. He is in the first stages of ghoulification, and is struggling to feel like there's any point prolonging the process.
Gaz is a former vault dweller who came to the surface, against the wishes of his fellow dwellers. He learned of the NCR and the progress it had made reestablishing the trappings of civilization, and left his home behind to fulfill his entire vault-dwelling purpose. Price keeps him from getting shot in the first settlement he stumbles across, and he's been tagging along with the old-timer ever since, trying to figure out what to do now that Plan A is a crater.
Ghost is a knight in the Brotherhood of Steel who is notorious for working alone. He comes from a family of wastelanders, which met its grisly end after the sins of his raider father caught up with him. The Brotherhood picked him up when a patrolling vertibird caught sight of his family home burning down, and found him standing in front of it with a lighter in hand. He isn't what you'd call a fanatic, though; he just likes to know where his next meal is coming from.
And Soap is Ghost's first-ever squire. Soap is a former NCR Ranger recruit who ran off when he saw the writing on the wall of the nation's decline, fully intent on joining the first organization he could find that might actually stand a chance of "saving" the world. Too late after joining did he realize the scope of the Brotherhood's goals, and the limited aid it was willing to offer civilians of the wasteland; he languished as an aspirant for years, with nowhere else to go after the bombing of Shady Sands, until Ghost handpicked him to be his squire.
No idea what their whole story would be, but I envision, after a series of wasteland shenanigans, Ghost and Soap leave the Brotherhood after a boiling point. They encounter Price and Gaz several times, and after more shenanigans, and Price's half-hearted-to-passionate proselytizing the values of democracy, they party up permanently, and Price realizes his dream of creating his own team—ranger squad 141.
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S2E3 thoughts:
They absolutely fucking FACEPLANTED. Fully shit the bed. on the pacing for Nynaeve's arch challenges. I'm going to talk about this to distract myself from the loss of My Boy Uno. Let me explain:
The core of the arches is to stare down the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future and beat the shit out of them. Aspiring Accepted are meant to look at the regrets, the wrongs, and the joys of a life they could've led and say "No, the ring and shawl mean more to me." THAT is the point. The way out (which astute readers and watchers alike may remember "comes but once") must come when there's a reason to stay in the dream for this to work.
That is not what they fucking did in the episode.
This isn't about divergence from the books, this isn't about my own personal preference; this is about the show establishing a concept and then just drop-kicking it backwards into a wastewater treatment pond.
First dream gets a soft pass. What the hell was she gonna do there? Go upstairs and get killed/kidnapped? I dunno, it was just weird and didn't set up the nature of the challenge very well.
Second dream, we see a problem. The way out only appears after we've implicitly established that there's nothing Nynaeve can do to help. What the hell's the point of that? Of course she's capable of walking away! The show used its visual language to explain very explicitly that Nynaeve can't Heal here and consequently can't do anything to help, then uses regular language to tell us she's not wanted there (bearing in mind that she doesn't really even know how to Heal at this point in the books, so it'd be an herb situation anyway). This is mostly how it goes in the books, sure, but because of the placement of the Healing attempt, there's basically nothing more for her to do at that point besides sit by Tam's side and watch him die. This would've been more potent if there was absolutely any inkling that there was more she could do to fix the situation.
Third dream is the faceplant. I'll tell you what should've happened and you'll agree with me: the arch should have appeared as she watched the boys die, then she should've had to go through it as she watched the Trollocs go into the house after her daughter. Waiting until almost everything was lost, then letting her try to carry her daughter to safety, makes it a non-choice. There was literally no incentive to stay.
There's genuinely nothing wrong with Nynaeve's characterization in this whole sequence. I actually love it dearly. I just think they went 0 for 3 on a very crucial part of the pacing of the sequence.
Anyway.
Mat's fun still. It's super weird how much less antsy he is than his book counterpart--or, at least, how much that antsiness is channeled into smaller physical tics rather than large-scale paranoia and anxiety. I haven't gotten a grip on what'll be driving him yet, but the show is doing a good job telling me that they'll set that up soon. They'd fucking better, at least.
I'm getting weirded out by the power dynamics in the Tower--unpopular or not, Liandrin has absolute authority over the girls in the books by virtue of her status, and turning that on its head in the show just so Egwene and Nynaeve can have more effective rebel moments feels super odd. I don't understand why they're doing it that way. Egwene's confrontation with Liandrin at the ring melter was more confusing than, like, cool.
Rand's plotline is wonderfully paced for a whole-ass different show. His whole shit is going so slowly compared to everyone else's (except Mat) that it's just jarring to cut back to him having made next to zero progress. Arguably the most jarring part is that his goals are unclear right now. I'm speaking from my girlfriend's perspective here, who has not read the books: how the hell did Rand track down Logain, how the hell did he figure out this plan, how the hell did Selene get them into that party, etc. etc. NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING because I'm thinking it too. I fucking know how, don't worry. And my girlfriend can wait to find out, don't worry. The problem isn't that these things aren't been spoon-fed to you, it's that everything else is. Rand's arc in this season is creating a lot of pacing dissonance; it's running so much more slowly and steadily than the other characters' lightning-quick plot sprints that it just feels out of place. Great in isolation, confusing in context.
Perrin's plotline was HRRRRRRGHGHGK
We don't talk about Uno. Do not say his fucking name around me for at least three weeks. I need some time.
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rocketrouquine · 7 months
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And here we go Episode 3, second viewing :
The little squeaking wheels as Stede is following with the towels, fuck me.
Sergent Maaka, you don’t recognize Anton? Shame on you. (Also John bartholomew is a real pirate, right *goes to check* « Bartholomew Roberts, de son vrai nom John Roberts » okay, no)
Queen, this is how I aspire to talk to some of my male collegues. I have the passive agression irony nailed down but the gorgeous pettiness ? gurrrrl you got it locked ! And then they are eating in the palm of their hand
aaaww forget it… it’s sillyyy GIRL I’ve done it so many times, stop it.
So a …Talk it through or die situation ?
« The revenge ? » « our ship. » « ED » And this is the moment I lost all dignity on my first viewing.
I was actually jumping like Stede in the water like there was a fucking trampoline in my shoes.
Do you remember the pilot episode when he struggled going down on a rope held by his crew ? Now, he’s climbing all by himself from the fucking sea ! GROWTH.
I heard your sneaky little notes, Gnossienne, don’t triffle me !
Ahahahaha ! When the guy responsible for the zombie apocalypse shows up back from his vacation. These poor birds though… Buttons would be most displeased. (Imagine if it was Olivia… I would slaughter everyone)
The « oh shit. This ? is this Stede?! » is so precious to me as a film maker/technician because in almost everything I watch, these basic human and normal reactions when people get caught up with information are never shown and it takes me out of it because suddenly, I see actors playing their lines. Here, I believe it. (Even if it’s just played for laugh and to press the fact that Stede is in fact NOT what you would think about, if your pirate life had been ruined by him leaving fucking legend Blackbeard)
Why can I get a straight answer from any of you ? I see what you did there, David.
And here he is : bitch Bonnet right on cue every time Izzy is around. I love him.
Thank you Zheng Yi Sao to confirm what I suspected with leather and sea weather : BO.
Apart from the cold blue sky, this is the same beach where Steard bested Izzy and rolled around in the sea with smouldering Ed. I had theorized that this was a fever dream/coma, sooooo very happy about it.
Am I your hostage ? Wow. This rings a lot different when you know who « just Ben » (just Ed ) is.
On my first viewing, when auntie goes all Will Graham *this is my design* I was sure someone had snitched to her and she was playing them. Obviously nobody did so she really guessed everything. Sooooo is Buttons really a sea witch, anyone ?
« You’re kinda the best friend… » I screamed FRIENDZONED but now I don’t know… a polycule or throuple could work, it’s just not what they set last season and it kinda shows (feels forced if what I mean)
Aaaaaand HERE YOU ARE GNOSSIÈNE ! With the 50 knives and shit… (go to the auxiliary closet I want to see if all the fan fictions were right)
I don’t mind actually. I think the knives really help bring the place together Stede, your metaphor is showing.
I know you think you understand him…. *Stede proceeds to say exactly what happened.* Open your eyes, Izzy. You’re not the one understanding him.
Ahahah his crutch is a mop. Sorry, not funny. (Kind of funny)
Maybe I’m an horrible person but if I was Stede, I would be kind of be flattered/proud that my boyfriend (shipmate) would go that insane by me leaving.
When Izzy tells him that it’s both their fault, all that follows is such a different vibe. There is fucking respect and equality in the dialogue. You can almost sense a captain and his first mate talking, devising a plan. Who would have thought ? (It’s a joke, a lot of people)
Who’s the pig ? Who does the fucking pig represent ? I need to know.
Move on. Blow your brains out. Make some soup. Ok.
Girl, how are you ? you are insane, writers. I worship you.
Edward Teach | Jeff / Reader, AU, Inn, confort, angst, TW multiple killing
I loooooooove Taika in this scene. All playful playing with his little accessories and stuff. Keeping his cool and being like okay why are you being a dick, play the game correctly please. Don’t worry baby girl, Stede is excellent with people. No client will end up dead. (I think)
Holy shit, Stede was the only one he ever told about his father. Not even Izzy. Wow.
Come on Bonnet give me your worst. The silent devastation in both of them. The feeling of waste. Uh I can’t. And then he helps them escape and take back the revenge and being an excellent resourceful captain and they are following him like a real crew (now I know that it’s going to be Ed who can’t move, getting better and Stede being the captain…) AAARRRHH FUUUUCK and then he, he… oh shit, here we are, it’s coming, this fucking scene…
But before :
Intercourse. Orgasms. A lot of them. You thought of him. You gonna fuuuuuck.
Boatmance (the queen is not up for a polycule, if you were wondering)
The immediate joy of everyone around Stede making the escape. He’s the best. I’ll fight everyone to the death. (And look at him making his little knots like it was nothing. Honestly I don’t think Izzy has that much to learn to him.)
Am I the only one hearing « JULIEEEEEEETTAAAAA !? » with this music ? No, only me ? Okay. (Mind you, I was 12 when Romeo+Juliet was released, it’s kind of imprinted in me like the trigger words in the winter soldier)
I fucking knew Olu would move his feet like a little school girl/boy, I SAID IT ! You just have to scroll up. (I was so sure Jim would be the one surprising them but it’s a better show than that)
* Zheng Yi Sao sees Olu waving.* Girl, how are you ?
Stede crying his lost love after having fixed some mistakes with gusto and a smile. What is it in my eyes ? Is there some fucking dust in the air or what ? (They are already cleaning the ship in the background)
HornigoldEd is doing a fine impression of calico Jack if I dare say.
Ed doesn’t want to die, I repeat. He had made a choice to live. It’s just that some other part of himself thought he was too far gone. And that’s where Stede saved him. But he was gonna live for himself also… next week is going to be glorious.
*Kate Bush in the distance* oh no.
*Sobs uncontrollably*
I started to laugh through my tears because it’s fucking Rhys Darby swimming with a glittery goldfish attire and chest hair glowing in the sun. But then… The profile of the both of them. Their smile. Taika’s lean into Rhys’s space -> and yes I said Taika because you mothaf*ckas KNOW that it was an impro like the foot touch. (On third viewing, Rhys is leaning first very subtly and then Taika GOES FOR IT)
And then the hand. The gasp and laugh.
Time of death : 02:32 am, Paris, France.
Ps : the black cravat is back on (we didn’t see it before) when Ed goes into the storm, it’s off when he’s in the gravy basket, it’s on when Stede makes him come back to life.
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danddymaro · 2 years
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Strum Along | Revenant x fem reader
Reader is a bit of  a masochist /// you’ll see.
Warning if you don’t like choking than just skip this one { It’s basically the whole plot, which if I'm being honest I got from a meme lmfao)
The meme basically goes , “   I'm scared of fighting, because what if they choke me and I cum instead.    ”
Really, Really Crackish type because it’s rather silly, esp how it came to be.
I use some of his quotes in this// 
Don’t know if some of yall don’t keep up with the in story lore, but you should if not ! fanfic is cool, but  Apex has nice stories.  Angela Fazia is a minor character, not a made up one lol.
First POV to Third POV  switching
- This might have a follow up, headcannon type just cause i have an idea of some.
Word count: 5353
Strum Along
Seldom were there moments where Revenant felt...concerned.
No, Perturbed was the word that defined it better. 
He did the scaring off, not the other way around, and anything that had him on the other end was just...inconceivable.
- Truly unexpected.
And after it all went down, he mused that perhaps it was his own fault, because maybe if he hadn't specifically targeted you, he would have saved himself from the rediscovered embarrassment that had found home in him and now had judgment upon his every move.
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- (F/n) was only a small fry to him.
 Truly, She was no one.
She was just  a new competitor that had somehow scraped her way up to victory, allowing her in the same competition as the legends after a handful of losses under her belt, all outweighed by one, glorious one that kept trending in the media and spreading like wildfire. 
Images of her played on the feed, shared by thousands of fans that certainly held interest for the newcomer, as well as expectations.
As he watched her little interviews and interactions during her public welcome, Revenant scoffed, quickly understanding the new legend already, soon becoming familiar with the newest competitor by simply observing.
And that scoff quickly turned into a devilish laugh that filled his quarters.
Because (f/n) was absolutely Beloved by the crowd, and just about everything about her was awfully noble, holding a certain touch that was rather irksome to him.
‘Aren’t you...sweet?’ he thought to himself with sarcasm dripping from his words like venom from a viper’s fangs.
Everyone was cheering her on.
- so, he thought ;
  who better to ring by the neck?
Who better to target than the starry-eyed new competitor that had all the hope in the world sparkling in their eyes, and who had so many dreams and aspirations that it was enough to have crowds fall in love with them for that one, simple feat.
  What would be better than to destroy her, over and over, repeatedly until she was left devoid of what had made everyone love her?
Clearly, she was someone that had yet to be utterly crushed and conquered, and he'd figure he'd do it as a courtesy, 
‘ Considerer it something of a welcome,’ he mused darkly.
After all, it was a bloodsport wasn’t it?
- Might as well get used to it dear (f/n). 
"I plan on getting under your skin, " he voiced out lowly with promise, the moving image of (f/n) that was before him, a sight that was somewhat enticing as it had him coming near the screen, the idle movement of his hand finding purpose as it ghosted over the familiar face.
- So benevolent it was like she’d been saturated in sugar.
he’d stared for what felt like hours, time not holding any significance when he went through such trances.
At the moment he recognized the faint tremors and fails in her voice that occurred every now and then, the bubbling joy she felt nearly bursting through the interview with the chocolate haired journalist he knew well.
He remembered her terrorized expression as Forge’s blood splattered over her face, strings of scarlet painting her during the interview, a terror she more than likely had nightmares of.
A passing thought had Revenant amused as he thought of how she’d react to seeing him again, doing just the same with the precious girl she now seemed to fawn over.
- Would it be enough to drive her insane?
Perhaps, but he really didn’t care to bother, not when it would end things with (f/n) so soon.
“(f/n),” he then lowly uttered.
Silently, and with the same curious glance, he trailed a finger down (f/n)’s face, skimming down her cheek and wondering just how much he’d have to press down to get her to squeal.
- And much more, how much it’d take to draw blood.
“- You have to know you’re trending right now!” Angela informed the new legend, and that made your soft smile brighten, your eyes twinkling in a way that was just so damn....hopeful.
“Believe me, I’ve noticed,” you responded back with a small chuckle, clearly nervous, something the interviewer caught onto and was taken in as humility that was welcome. 
“- What’s on your mind,” she pressed on, leaning in with interest while you  seemed quick to let your guard down at the question, because it’d been something you’d itched to say, but didn’t know when to mention. 
Now was a good time, right?
“ - Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all of the encouragement and kind press,” you then added, grateful for such a welcome. “Luckily all I've seen are good things, so I must be doing something right,” you said with amusement, the last bit mostly reserved for yourself, not knowing what you did to earn such a fanbase, but certainly appreciative.
“- I’m just happy to be here,” you added.
 “ That being said, if I'm being honest...the media attention is a little overwhelming,” you admitted.
You could hardly go anywhere without being approached.
The woman sitting across you nodded, understanding as she modestly crossed her legs and leaned back into her chair, her eyes wide with wonder,
“Are you really (stage name)?” she asked with amusement, because, to think the competitor that successfully wiped out entire teams and had, had such a buzz for the last bloodbath was so...nice.
not only that, she wouldn’t have expected it from your appearance and overall serious demeanor you initially presented while in the games.
“ I will confess, and I’m sure I'm not the only one, but I expected you to be … a little different,” the primly dressed female admitted.
 That seemed to hit a funny mark in you as you laughed, mostly because you always did have the feeling that somehow you became someone else when you were out there, that, and that there was much more to you than just the surface.
It also wasn’t the first time you’d been told something similar.
‘-I’m not such a bitch!’ You inwardly mused, knowing that’s what she meant. 
‘My face doesn’t quite fit my personality,’  you then thought with amusement.
“- The one and only,” you said with assurance, “ And you’ll get to know more of me soon, because I'm not going anywhere,” you added with a sudden bravado  that made the woman across you enthusiastic and certainly surprised.
“- We’re all counting on it,” The reporter for the Outlands Journal  encouraged, and if the simulacrum could guess she was defiantly a fan of the newcomer. If he could take a wild guess it’d be that she was also amongst (f/n)’s loving crowd.
“So tell me,” Angela then started, “ - the other Legends,” she then said with a pause of suspense as she crossed her hands before her, her index fingers straight as they pressed to her own lips and narrowed her eyes at (f/n).
“-Your thoughts,” she went on, and the question piqued more interest within the simulacrum.
“- Oh! well, I've met octane before,” (f/n) then piped up, “And he’s a total sweetheart!” she then added, seeming enamored by the encounter, “ we even took a selfie together,” she mused. 
“I honestly can’t wait to see him again, though, I don’t think he even remembers me,” she added, not at all seeming troubled by the fact. 
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“So is he your favorite Legend?” (f/n) was asked, and the question had her laughing. 
“ He’s great, and fun to watch too, but no,” She said truthfully. 
“Oh? then who’s your favorite legend?” Angela asked, and (f/n) shook her head, clearly embarrassed, “ Oh no! I can’t,” she giggled, and Rev watched with genuine curiosity, wanting to know.
“Oh I see,” Angela said coyly as she waved her hand playfully, and it only made (f/n) behave even more...cutely.
After even more amusement between them and more idle talk, the brown haired woman then pressed a sole index finger to her lips as a sign of secrecy, smiling beneath the press, “Ok, Ok, we’ll move on,” she assured (f/n), and from there the interview became much more tame. 
“- I can’t wait to meet everyone though,” the (h/c) haired young woman said with anticipation, and the simulacrum’s eyes glowed more.
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“Don’t worry, We’ll get to know each other, real soon...real close and personal,” he said to himself, all as he tracked her down, watching her every move from the shadows, never too far from her because he had to make sure that no one else took what he’d claimed.
- A new toy, so breakable and untouched by his claws, unscathed by any other.
  What more could he ask for?
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Every now and then he saw you stop, your eyes skimming over the area, and you looked so much like a frightened mouse that he couldn't wait to pounce on you just to see what true fear would do that little, worried face.
- You could feel it, and he knew it.
In the midst of what was supposed to be calm, you could feel it in the background, that feeling of being watched and hunted.
he knew it, and he let that feeling of impending doom slowly consume you before he decided it was time to give you some answers to the dark unknown you threaded upon.
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Hastily, you closed the door behind you , your (e/c) colored eyes keeping a focus on the outside through the door's partial glass making, in your mind making certain you weren’t being trailed by the third party that had interrupted your last confrontation.
frustration showed on your face as you stood in a readied stance, and you made no attempt to hide it, instead, too concerned over what was trailing you.
"Something is out there..." you whispered to yourself as the hairs on the back of your neck stood straight, the foreboding feeling that twisted your insides not leaving as you took a chance to reload your gun.
- It was strange, something you’d never felt before to such a degree slowly consuming you until it promptly overwhelmed your earlier determination, threatening to crush it completely.
"Someone’s been following me," you added with a sour tone while holstering the weapon, before having a shield battery in hand. 
"I just know it..." you breathed, and that sweet sound of fear in your tone that you couldn’t swallow down and hide gave him a sense of purpose.
- It let him know that you were  just perfect for him.
"since the beginning," you went on, sounding as though you finally accepted it as truth.
 By then you’d grown certain, no longer clouded by denial.
- no longer high on the earlier tenacity that had you believing that somehow, you were untouchable, and that any wall that formed before you was breakable to your will.
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Silence should fill you with comfort, but instead, it fueled your dread, and you tensed.
"- You ever get the feeling you're not alone in the room?"  then said another voice, confirming your suspicions. 
And it was then that your heart stopped.
Abruptly, it halted, and you felt yourself lose the ability to breathe for just that second as your eyes flew wide with surprise.
clinging to the ceiling, the red beast watched as you jumped, your wide, (e/c) colored eyes moving left and right as you notably fretted, drawing your weapon with haste, not even finishing charging your shields. 
To your grand misfortune you’d been only seconds away from a full heal, instead, deciding to confront the sudden ambush straight forth with all you had than be vulnerable for a second longer.
 In all of your panic you ran your eyes to what was before you, both left and right before you presented your back to the directions, instead, aiming your weapon at the door you’d just came through as though that was undoubtedly the spot the bogyman waited.
You didn't think to look up at the ceiling, which was an error on your part as you were left to the observance of the prowling mechanical beast who let not a second of your movements go unstudied and unrecorded.
You inched back slowly, each of your steps holding a hint of a tremor, and he made sure to keep the moment stored in his memory bank, reserved for his later enjoyment to it’s full capacity. 
- New prey always intrigued him, and this one had certainly caught his eye.
This one had him greedy.
" You hope you are," he proceeded idly as though he were talking about the weather, all as you continued to wallow in distress, still not knowing where he hid.
 "- But You're not." he then said definitely before he came down, dropping from the top and simultaneously swiping his left hand over your weapon where your grip faltered and you were left disarmed.
As a response you reached for your second weapon but were stopped by his own move which came much quicker.
His large hand caught you by the neck, his fingers pressed down as he picked you up and toward the building's interior wall where you'd run into to recover from your earlier skirmish.
- How ironic, to hope to find refuge in the place you'd soon be slaughtered.
‘How tragic,’ he thought to himself as you silently lamented and cursed at your own carelessness.
Here you were thinking you were safe, foolishly placing the paranoia you  felt as an aftermath of your last encounter. 
All in all, you’d realized it too late, and it was to his pleasure.
Your back was then pressed to the cold surface while your feet dangled off the ground quickly as he picked you up to his eye level and then above, exceeding his actual height as he stood straight at his horrifying tower of everyone else.
 Soon your (e/c) colored eyes met his, connecting as you looked down with a wet gaze, the glaze filled with spite.
- Towards him, and partially to your own stupidity.
You  should have known, you should have, but you hadn't figured that you'd be targeted by the simulacrum. 
You hadn’t even thought of him as you heard the voice speak, and you yet again cursed your own foolishness because if you would have thought of him, you would have considered looking up, knowing the way he moved and stalked.
- BUT 
It hadn't crossed your mind that you'd hold any significance to him. 
After all, you’d only ever interacted with him twice, two times that had been brief.
Two times that shouldn’t hold any significance.
Was it that you had greeted him?
‘ Was it that? ‘ you thought with concern, trying to understand as you squirmed.
- That you had foolishly waved to him before, just before the drop?
You were truly excited; hopeful, and perhaps everyone else could see it.
They could feel it as it radiated off of you, and no one had such a fixation on it as fiercely as the red-painted creature that stood across you, off on the other side of the ship, but with a clear view of you, the only place that could come close to giving him the same satisfaction as right near you and in invasion of your blissful unaware.
As your eyes traveled amongst the rest of the competitors you found yourself looking at one in particular who hadn't broken his focus, even as you discovered him.
Part of you wondered if he was really looking at you, or if he simply happened to look in your general direction, unable to help the sudden connection in between. 
Though you had a feeling of being watched, you couldn’t fathom as to why you’d be on his radar so it was all unclear.
was it just your imagination?
‘Maybe,’ you thought to yourself as, nonetheless, you decided to acknowledge him, just in case.
After all, you weren’t going to be rude.
Your smile was somewhat withheld, though, still holding some sort of welcome as you looked at him, the only legend that seemed to address your presence until then, even if it was in silence.
With the same uncertainty, you lifted your hand up, your five fingers in sight as you opened your palm and waved to him in a sheepish manner before stepping onto the lowering platform, soon leaving you out of sight of eachother.
- only for the time being.
He wondered what ran through your mind as you watched him, as you found him eyeing you.
No matter, 
'Don't worry little skinsuit,' he thought to himself as he glowered at you while you lowered, ready for a jump, not knowing what was to come.
' - You'll get to know me real soon...real close and personal. So no need to be shy.' he mused while standing still, only staring, glaring at you as you left his sight.
Could it be that you simply didn’t know danger?
Were you that  dim-witted? 
- That trusting?
He wondered.
    You thought of your freshest encounter before the attack, and then the one before it, wondering if that was when you’d done something to trigger him. 
Was it that you’d almost run into him way before that?
Was it that during then, you’d been too familiar with him? 
- That you’d chuckled at his response to your carelessness, which, had been a rather morbid line you actually found amusement in?
In your panic you could hardly remember a word other than ‘skinbag’, the term he’d addressed you with, and everyone else, for that matter.
To be fair you thought he was just being...funny. 
you’d assumed he was the dark and dry humor type of guy.
So, what was it? 
Should you not have smiled at him?
Was your mistake to even acknowledge him?
If so, You couldn't help it!
- It wasn’t like you could actually ignore him.
.
.
.
.
“Let me get a better look,” he murmured as he brought you down to eye level, bringing you just a bit closer to the ground, but not enough to have your feet anywhere near the surface.
"There...now You're all mine now," he said with a little chuckle proceeding his words while he executed a small tilt to his head, gleefully mocking you, living for the moment.
Surges of shockwaves traveled through his body and it left him with a nearly euphoric feeling that would certainly bring shivers of excitement to anyone else had they experienced such a sentiment.
Your skin was just as soft and delicate as he’d thought, and the bliss he felt at the proximity was just exhilarating as the warmth you emitted through your flesh was shared to him.
"hahaha...All alone..." he teased, his deep voice echoing in the room, the menacing sneer to it making you shiver in his hand's hold.
It felt like you had a blade traveling down your flesh, tickling you as a playful tease before there would be an inevitable tear through, and you were certain that was amongst the things that would await you if you continued to be at the bot’s mercy.
he made sure not to crush your windpipe just yet, instead, relishing in the terror that he nested in you throughout the game and that would soon, most certainly overwhelm you.
" You're going to die all alone," he pressed on snidely, reminding you of how you’d been left solo on a team event, something that you had in mind throughout the entire time and thought of as a stroke of bad luck.
- Perhaps this was fate.
if it’d all been so well aligned.
You were destined to be at his mercy with no salvation.
"And I'm going to enjoy it," he told you while leering closer, his movements eerie even as the white plate of his cheek gently brushed over your jaw, barley skimming past it.
“every second of it,” he muttered as you looked at him with horror as you took in the words while sharpness meant soft.
No one would be around any time soon, and he gloated in the reality of it while you thought of all the ways you’ve seen him kill.
-And how soon, you’d be on that list.
"Mmm... that smell of yours... “ he then said.
‘Of fear...you reek of it,’ he thought to himself, pleased.
 “It sure is sweet,” he added as somewhere within your fragrance it lingered, making you even more delectable to the red beast.
 “Hmm...Just know that I'm not gonna make it quick..." he then let you know .
It’d be a waste, and much more an insult to consider such a quick end for you with the anticipation he’d festered with, with all of the desire to have you in his hands infecting him.
" No...That would spoil all the fun, " He murmured with a hint of enthusiasm in his tone as he felt your little hands take hold of his wrist as you huffed out, your struggled breaths a sound that felt like music. 
His other hand found your face, his thumb pressing to one side of it as the others felt the softness of your other cheek, all as he released a chilling laugh.
- You were  truly his.
“P-Please...” You said with strain, and his eyes glowed a fierce color, ignited more by the sound.
“Yes...” he hissed, “That’s it...beg for me,” he urged you as your glazed eyes looked into his, finding him and keeping contact right in between half lidded, dark lashes that gently obscured the pretty orbs.
"R-Rev...” you begged, “ I..." you struggled as a soft glow of drool escaped in between your parted lips as you made an attempt to say his name a second time before your (e/c) colored eyes began to roll back.
“L-let go... Please..” you barley managed to say, hardly seeing through the narrow bit of clarity you had that was soon diminishing.
‘If you don’t let go....’ you thought with anguish, knowing what was to come.
His enjoyment deterred as he truly studied you and noted your rather odd behavior that continued as he restrained you.
And If he would have had an eyebrow, it would have risen with question.
He observed as your body heat rose in temperature, his  eyes scanning and capturing the warmth that arose, heavily targeted one specific area that became thickly slickened beneath the layers of clothing you wore, something that left you in an unbearable discomfort that made you wiggle even more.
Your dangling legs crossed, and he could see the straining way you squeezed them together as you then bit your lower lip, the air you struggled to take in through your nose enjoyed slowly, purposely taken in at a slow pace.
 ‘Fuck...fuck...fuck...’ you inwardly cursed, losing yourself.
“Ha...”you tried to say something, but stopped quickly, trying to swallow down thickly before releasing a faint hum, which in truth was a very muted moan.
Your eyebrows were knitted tight, and you made a feeble attempt to stay sane.
- to hold together craps of your dignity.
"Ha...Ha..." you huffed out needily as your hands held on tighter, right before you uttered a word that froze him, making his grip falter.
"Harder..." you breathed, and he made a choked sound, by then realizing what was happening, the fizzled static sound filling the room as he retracted his hand as though it burned.
"Filthy, little meat bag!" he snapped, chiding you and it actually rewarded him with a soft whine far too obscene to be that of a person in distress.
You weren’t begging him to let go. 
You weren’t suffering.
You fell to the ground in a heap, your legs trembling as they bent, picking up to your chest as you pressed them together in discomfort. 
It took you a moment to truly gather yourself, to come back down from the clouds and throughout the time he glared down at you.
The way you looked up at him was wide-eyed and definitely ashamed once you seemed to find some clarity as you settled down from the delirium the lack of oxygen had given you.
As you lay there, ashamed, he stared at you silently for just a few moments before he simply turned away, disturbed, not knowing how to handle how much his face burned.
His open palm attacked the door, the single jut breaking glass and forcing the entire door to fly open before he stalked out, utterly frustrated.
Was he blushing?
He couldn't possibly be reddening, but he certainly felt heat in his face...somehow.
His right hand fell over his face, covering the lower portion of it as he released a rather low sigh.
He couldn't think of anything without somehow circling back to you, and it’d completely thrown him off his game as he made an attempt to leave a trail of dead bodies with whoever crossed paths with him.
It had done little to sedate him, and it was all short lived.
He’d cut through three teams before he was ambushed by a final, and as he felt the ache of the final bullet of his eventual ambush, he wondered how you fared.
With dark amusement he mused over how if you’d lasted longer,  you were doing so with a hidden mess between your legs. 
- That was if the desperate, exited wiggled of your hips and twitches of your legs had anything to indicate.
Meanwhile, you couldn't help but fidget  beneath the attention you got as you were put in the spotlight  when the match was left to one sole contender ; 
you. 
- Champion.
‘Champion,’ you thought to yourself with surprise, the word uttered dryly within your thoughts.
Somehow, you'd made it to champion. 
It should be a moment of celebration, of happiness, and yet, all you could think of was the beast that had attacked you.
His stunning face so inhumanly human, yet... pretty.
He was beautiful, so stunning.
He was painted red, a color he let trail behind him as his claws extended, finding flesh.
You thought of the creature towering over you in such a way that made you feel so terribly small and feeble.
- Much more, powerless as you remembered how only a fraction of his grip felt.
 And he had that voice, that deep, sinister speak that made your knees wobble until they bent and gave out.
That wasn't the reaction you should have had.
That wasn't the one you should have...but your fuzzy mind and heated body had taken the reigns.
Was it strange to be attracted to Revenant?
You wondered with concern, though lighthearted because the attraction you had could have been forgiven if it hadn’t manifested the way it did.
The better question was,
Should you apologize for what happened? 
' Sorry for getting horny while you choked me. It’s something I like.
Shh....It’s a secret, don’t tell anyone.
- By the way, could you do it again?' 
The afterthought being one you grimaced at because not even in theory could you  somehow act decent.
you felt bad, but then again, 
‘Two wrongs don’t make a right,’ you started, ‘But… he was the one that decided to put his hands on me,’ you thought while trying to somehow justify yourself. 
‘I never touched him...I begged him to stop...I think.’
It wasn’t like you’d planned for it to happen, and you briefly wondered if it was just the fact that you liked the squeeze, or that you liked him. 
- or was it both?
You were wrong, yeah. 
But it wasn’t like he was a saint either.
- Again, he’d gone after you first. 
‘It's bad...but I've had awful dreams about you,’ you then added, mortified with how lewdly you thought of him. 
Days after, and then later weeks, you had managed to somehow avoid him, all with the misfortune of yearning for him more, so much so that your eyes had a mind of their own, somehow always finding him.
They gravitated to him even when you’d purposely stayed out of his way, putting distance in between.
Could he read minds? you hoped not.
Because your thoughts held little sweetness, instead suffocating desire.
‘They’re all filthy, degenerate... and obscene,’ you inwardly whined as the thoughts had you shaken with excitement, wanting them all to come true, against all logic, against all sanity.
You nearly salivated and to save yourself from further corruption of the lingering thoughts, you wrung your hands together, nervous, not knowing how you would ever come to face the simulacrum.
- To think you’d scared him off.
.
.
.
Time flew by and before you knew it, you were back on the ship for another match, and as your partner was displayed before you, you felt your stomach drop, sinking low, as, admittedly a small tingle tickled you too.
The bot stood from his seated position, towering over everyone else, moving with his eyes aimed to his little partner who’d silently stepped onto your designated spot, having been the closest to it.
“Look at that... you and me again, alone,” he voiced out, his tone rather snide as he stepped onto the platform, just as it was beginning to lower.
Your eyes were averted, staying away even as he went next to you , and you struggled to stand right, the little wobble in your legs not going unnoticed by your ever so observant partner, especially as he loomed over you.
 Your chin was pointed away from him, but not for long as one of his hands took hold of the lower portion of your face, forcing you to look back at him with little effort.
“What’s got you shaking girlie?” he started, his face only inches from yours , the bot  not having any consideration for your personal space, “ You afraid of me?” he questioned you , and you didn’t know what to answer with.
Yes.
- you were, that was true.
but also, shamefully drawn.
You didn’t want him to kill you, but you did want to get fucked by him.
And there was what happened last time, it was still in your head, it being a memory so cringe-worthy you almost blocked if off as a sort of trauma.
“-Or you excited?” he teased and it earned him a soft gasp from you, not expecting that, not knowing if you should answer. 
Perhaps you’d gotten the best out of him before, with the way he cowered away he could not say otherwise. 
To be fair, you’d surprised him, and had awoken something else within him, something he had trouble accepting when it had been rekindled after so long, and much more so unexpectantly.
-  It was only further proof that while he was now in his current, wretched body, he’d once been a skinsuit.
All in all, even if his body wasn’t the same, it still responded in the same moronic way.
It was a curse, one that he was forced to live with.
You stayed silent, but the heat that rested over his palm was just enough to amuse him and make him feel a little tingle of something delicious.
The feel of your skin was certainly missed throughout the time since your last encounter, as well as that smell so sweet it had him hungry for just a bite of you.
If he had teeth, he’d sink them into you, and he considered a few modifications, just enough to fully enjoy his pretty prey.
He then moved, rounding you before standing behind you, all while his gripping hand stayed in place.
His other arm snaked over your midsection, sitting right across your abdomen, his hand stopping right over your ribs, the little bones in crushing range.
Purposely, he pressed his sharpened ends down to you, lightly gripping your body as he loomed from behind, your smaller body fitting perfectly to his. 
“Hey Partner..,” he said in an awfully sickeningly, pretended sweetness, all while craning your neck as he wanted, forcing you to look down to a rather empty location, one that was skipped over by the other teams. 
“We should land there,” he suggested, and you could hear the smile that existed within his words.
‘There’s nothing there...’ you said to yourself, looking at the lonesome building, your eyes drawn to it with a heavy crease to your brows preformed.
Another thought crossed your mind, and it was that he was certainly trying to get you alone.
He wasn’t one to skip out on first blood, and you fretted over what seemed obvious.
- For whatever reason he wanted you just to himself.
“Why...” you breathed before finding the courage to say more, “Why not somewhere else?” you asked him, bringing your eyes up, but still being unable to see him with how they were posed.
“What?” he sounded, "Don’t want to be alone with me?” he questioned you with a touch of insult present.
“Don’t trust me girlie?” he questioned you as though you had no reason to do so, and you didn’t respond.
“-Hmm...tell me ;  you Afraid of what I'll do to you?” he then asked, and you denied it with a soft ‘ no.’
“N-No,” you admitted, though sounding hesitant in your answer, especially as his hand slid down, gripping you right beneath your jaw and inclining your head back to get you to look at him instead.
Afterward, his hand slowly eased off a little bit while his fingers tenderly strummed down to the base of your neck, the pads pressing down gently, no malice intended, or so it seemed.
Glowing eyes stared down at your own, the short gaze leaving as did his grip, an act that left you with a complaint locked in your chest because you wanted it back.
Against all logic you wanted him back.
“Hmm...Shame,” he grunted, retreating, recognizing a soft whine from you as his arm that rested across your abdomen slid down, his hand grazing you teasingly before it slid off completely.
He could hear your breath hitch before it struggled to find calm, all as he drew farther.
He didn’t argue with you and then left  altogether, the warmth that had melted you both gone within a matter of seconds.
 “I’m going over there,” he informed you, still insistent on his earlier spot, not asking for where you’d go, not giving you any other chance to argue afterward.
“Follow me if you want,” he added dismissively before he launched solo, and sure enough you followed, just as he’d expected, right into his hand.
“Wait for me,” you added, trailing behind him, and even through the comms he could hear the desperation in your voice as you dove right behind him.
- Predictable.
predictable, yet pleasing.
‘There’s plenty of ways to break you,’ he mused, thinking back to how easily you’d subdued to him before, and how quickly you caved at his demand. 
‘And when I'm through with you, you’ll beg me to keep ruining you...’ he thought with the utmost certainty, as well as an overwhelming desire to see it through.
“I’ll follow!” you said hastily, and he merely grunted back, soon landing.
‘Go on... Keep following me,’ he thought to himself, watching as you found ground too, seeing you out of the corner of his eye and noticing the way you seemed to contemplate something. 
 you thought of something, something that had you bite your lower lip, and he chuckled lowly, wondering what it was that you had in mind. 
What did you expect? 
What did you want?
- Maybe he’d be merciful.
If you begged some more, if you knelt to him, and looked at him again in that same ‘Fuck me,’ way, maybe he’ll be kind.
‘Sweet little thing, so easily coerced, and so mindlessly scattered with the right one,’ he mused.
‘Giving in so easily to the devil....clouded by desire...knowing better, but too greedy.’
you approached the building, your hand already on the door before you were stopped by his hand as it gripped your shoulder. 
 With that little tremor in your body that he forced, you looked up at him, 
“Rev?” you breathed with question, your voice soft, a tantalizing way of speaking that had him delighted, starving for more reactions.
Slowly, his hand moved to the nape of your neck, taking hold of it as he pulled you back to him where his chin dipped right between your shoulder and neck, 
“We should stick together,” he advised, his voice low, and somehow sultry.
 “What do you say....partner?” he asked you , and you softly smiled in a bashful way that he mused over.
- How cute.
 You nodded in agreement as his other hand went to your face, his thumb brushing your lips, the thicker flesh a draw his eyes drew to. At the contact  the smallest sound  akin to a little moan left you, and in the pit of his stomach there was a little flutter.
“Good girl,” he praised nearly purring, and you practically glowed with appreciation at such a praise.
‘Do you want more...?’ he wondered. ‘What would you do for more of my approval?’ he went on, the many things he wanted to do to you left on a to-do list.
 ‘ Good girl...Into the shadows...away from all light....away from all hope.
Fall into death’s grip and savor it.’
Lol in a separate post I'll add some of the ways he tries to fuck with the reader because  I see him TEASING the absolute fuck out of her.
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A Little Rusty (Ep.3)
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Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.
Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader
Words: 5,240
Warnings: ANGST, fluffy at the beginning, Bucky being a massive flirt, mentions of past abusive relationships
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Your workday was done and you were now sitting behind the main desk at Auto Buddy, stacking papers and typing replies to curious customers. 
It had been a week since you went on your outing with Bucky, you’d done it a few times since then in various locations. After he proposed the idea of you working at the shop you talked with Hero, your boss, to see what the new pay you’d be getting since getting a promotion. 
“We only have the same pay in the budget,” he said as he looked over his notes. 
“But Sam isn’t getting paid anymore, where is his money going? It’s not like you invested it back into props.” You press as you stood in Hero’s small space, typical circle lightbulbs around his mirror, they had turned a dressing room into an office. 
“That’s going to pay our leads and our cast, they’re getting tired of not picking up a show date and they want compensation so we need to keep them…over you, I’m sorry.” 
You told Bucky over the phone that same night, almost crying from the frustrations of not getting paid enough. He was kind, his voice was melodic over the phone as he calmed you down, telling you everything was going to work itself out. You tried to believe him, you really did, but no amount of his voice was going to calm your nerves. 
You were still the Master of Props but you had an intern’s pay, it was far from ideal but when you asked for a day off on Saturday they gave it to you, which led you to take the job at Auto Buddy; but only on Saturdays. You were getting paid a lot more than your intern gig and every day you wondered what you should really be doing with your life, your book was still a work in progress but you felt as though the finish line kept moving further away from you. 
Ryan had already texted you today, asking where his smoking buddy was even though you didn’t smoke and he just invaded your space with cigarettes every day. 
You: it’s my day off
Ryan: day off from what?
Ryan: you’re not rehearsing or performing, what are you getting a day off from? 
You: work. 
And with that you let the replies roll in but you didn’t answer, turning your phone over and sighing when the buzzing stopped. Hero sent you a few text messages as well, saying he was already starting to get a plan for your new paycheck, you were just happy he was taking you seriously. 
“Working hard or hardly workin’?” Sam asked as he walked in from the garage, he waved over the mother with her little child, “I’m going to get my friend to ring you up,” Sam slid over a sheet of paper of all the things he did to the car and the total amount of all of them, “so we fixed the leak, pretty standard oil leak, nothing to worry about,” Sam eased the worried lady, “you shouldn’t have any problems with it anymore, ITAIlCS alright?” his voice changed as he leaned down to high-five the son who was hugging his mother’s knee. “I’m gonna grab this little guy something from our office, hold on.” 
“Here’s your total,” you pointed to the little screen that was facing her, when you heard a gasp you looked up, “is there something wrong?” 
“C-can we negotiate the price?” her hands clutched at her chest, almost in a beginning position. 
You could see the worry in her face, her eyes never leaving the little bar with the price on it. “I’ll ask Sam, the guy who worked on your car.” you reached over and touched her arm, “I’m sure we can figure it out.” 
“Th-thank you,” she stuttered before letting you walk away and into the office room where Bucky and Sam were talking. 
“What’s up?” Sam asked as he held a toy car in his hands. 
“Can we lower the price, the lady out here looks like she’s going to have a panic attack from the total on the screen,” you looked between Bucky and Sam, not entirely sure who to ask. 
“Let me take a look,” Bucky stood and Sam followed him out of the office, you stayed put and looked around for a moment, seeing the messiness of the room. 
Absentmindedly you began to tidy, looking for papers that matched and stacking them together, there were coffee mugs and garbage pushed to the edges of the room, you quickly threw them all out. There were pens and highlighters scattered around, you gathered them up and put them in the pen holder that was actually another mug; which was clean. 
“How messy does one room have to be for someone to voluntarily clean it, huh?” Bucky asked as he leaned against the door frame, his muscular arms crossed in front of him. It didn’t help that the dry-fit shirt he was wearing hugged his muscles not only on his arms but chest as well. 
“Did you lower the price?” you asked, peering out of the doorframe to see the women driving off and Sam heading back into the garage. When you looked back at Bucky you caught him checking you out, heat instantly bloomed all over your face. 
“Yes we did,” Bucky nodded and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and you couldn’t help but feel the tension grow with the lack of exit. “There’s always something we can do to the bill to help people,” he slowly walked towards you. 
You were standing on the other side of the desk, putting the cluttered desk between you and Bucky. With a quiet laugh to ease the tension you walked around the desk and kept your eyes to the ground, not seeing Bucky move his arm so he could gently guide you to stand in front of him. Your butt was pushed up against the desk and you could feel his warmth as Bucky stood in front of you. 
“Hi,” you whispered, peering at his lips. 
“Hi,” he smiled, “how are you doing today?” his hands gently ran up your arms, “need to take your break?” a good kind of twist began to form in your lower stomach, and you could feel yourself getting a little turned on at the smoothness in his voice. 
“S-sure,” you gulped and it seemed Bucky’s face dramatically changed. 
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he stepped back, “did I misread the situation because if I did I am so sorry, Y/N, really am-shit.” 
“No!” you yelled but quickly covered your mouth, “it’s just been a while since someone has flirted with me and I don’t know what to do with myself,” you pressed your knuckles against your cheeks to feel the warmth, “I’m not used to all this attention, that’s all.” 
“I see,” Bucky nodded, “so I can step forward?” 
“You may,” you whispered and let out another breathy laugh, “it’s nice, actually.” 
“Good,” he whispered and put his hands back to barely touching your arms, rubbing up and down which set goosebumps to rise on your arm. “So…” he started and stared at your lips, “as I said before, do you need to break now?” 
“I-I don't know,” you smiled and tried to tuck your chin into your neck, “this is a lot,” you admitted. 
“Then I’ll take a step back,” Bucky slowly blinked and took a step back, “you’re cute when you get all flustered,” he smirked at the way you tried to cool off. 
“I really like it though but…” your hands made circles, “it’s just a lot.” 
“Then forget about it,” Bucky waved you off, “but I do have one question-” 
“Yes, I’ll take my break now, Bucky,” you laughed and looked to the wall with a container full of toy cars, but when you looked back you didn’t see him laughing, he was back to the sultry look from before. “What?” 
“I normally don’t do this but I was wondering if you’d like to grab dinner sometime?” his voice got a little higher and quieter as he asked, “not like burgers at the diner…like a date with some flowers…” his hands shoved into his tight jeans as he looked for any sign you were happy about being asked out, but all you could give him was a blank face. “Is that a no?” 
“You want to go out with me?” you whispered, your hand coming up and letting your fingers rest on your bottom lip, “really?” 
“Yeah,” Bucky laughed and took a step forward, “bring your lunch in here, I need a break too.” 
“Alright,” you nodded, “and yes to the date.” 
“Perfect,” Bucky smiled as he sat at his desk. 
********
“Nat,” you gasped as you walked into your apartment, “I have some massive news!” 
“Grab a glass, Honey,” she called from the couch, a glass of red wine in her hand, “what’s the news?” 
You poured yourself a glass and grabbed a slice of pizza from the box, skipping over to the couch, “I got asked out on a date!” you beamed and took a seat, “and guess who asked?” 
“Ryan?” Nat said slowly, she also didn’t like him. 
“Nope.” 
“Wanda?” 
“She’s gay?” 
“Bi,” Nat nodded, “I saw her with a pin when Steve forget his phone at the shop and swung back to pick it up.” 
“Huh…” you sat for a moment, “okay, keep guessing?” 
“I don’t know?” Nat laughed. 
“Bucky!” you cheered. 
All at once, the red wine sprayed from Natasha’s mouth and onto your face, some of it making it on the cream-coloured couch. She seemed to be frozen in place, looking between your red-spotted face and the red-spotted couch. She was whispering something under her breath as she stood up to find her phone, not explaining why she was acting like this as she went out to the balcony to make a phone call. 
Instead of pressuring her you slowly stood up and wiped off your face, looking up in the bathroom mirror to find the shocked look still printed there. You could faintly hear yelling from the balcony and hoped she wasn’t calling Bucky to scare him out of it, you just wanted to be happy and maybe Ryan was right about how she’s not a good friend. I should call Ryan, you thought.
When you walked out of the bathroom you found the carpet cleaner and began scrubbing the wine stains out of the couch, “that’s it,” you threw the brush down and opened the balcony door. 
“Who are you calling?” you asked. 
Nat turned around with a massive smile on her face, “I’m calling Steve,” she said her goodbyes and hung up the phone, pulling you into a tight hug, “I’m so happy for the both of you, oh my god,” she squealed and hugged your tighter. 
“I don’t understand,” you hugged her back but with a little more reserve than her. 
“Don’t worry,” she whispered, “this is so nice for the both of you!” 
You accepted her hug but you didn’t feel fully happy for yourself. Bucky was a very sweet guy but it seemed as though everyone but you knew this secret that he had, which is fine if he didn’t want to pour out his trauma to every single person he meets but you felt this untouchable conversation was being dangled in front of your face. 
After making your way back to your room you pulled out our laptop and went back to working on your novel. It was a story set back in the 1800s, the gilded age. You had a princess who was younger and would never hold any throne and a knight, a love-struck man that would do anything to protect his princess. As much as it was set in past and had themes revolving around how women were treated back then you made sure to add some modern takes to your novel, making it a better read for a target audience; teenage girls. 
Writing seemed to be the thing that could take your mind off of anything, stress from work, stress from people, and everything else. There would be times in high school when you’d write all during lunch before a big test to try and calm yourself down, you had this touch that allowed you to do so well in English classes as well as personal writing. 
Becoming an author was always a dream but it was a risky one. You wished you could write a book so well you’d live an author’s life, living in a New York apartment and writing on your window sill as your legs hung over and sat on the fire escape ladder, sipping a latte that was a little too expensive. You’d go to book signings and meet the fans you’d gather after making sequels to your novel, seeing people fall in love with your book. In about ten years in your fantasy, you’d begin writing horror stories under a pen name so people would take the story seriously, after the great success and maybe a limited series adaptation you’d reveal it was you and maybe accept an award. 
But all that rested on how well you wrote this book. 
A few publishing companies had reached out, one stuck with you and asked for the entire book to be done in two weeks. You were ahead of schedule but it felt like the day was just getting closer, you began to second guess yourself. 
But all of that had to be put away after two hours of editing writing, Bucky had texted you he was on his way to pick you up. 
You: dress code? 
Bucky: I’m wearing jeans and a dress shirt
You: that doesn’t exactly help but alright
Bucky: opps…
Hair and makeup was easy a very minimal, not wanting to go too overboard and be overdressed for your first date with him. As you found something to wear Natasha migrated to your room, most likely hearing your rustling. She wore her pyjamas and sat cross-legged on your bed, watching as you moved around to find clothes. When you looked over your shoulder you found her eating a slice of pizza. 
“Mmm-” she had taken a bite but wanted to say something, “don’t wear that, there’s a hole in the back.” 
“Shit, you’re right,” you faced your back to the mirror and looked over your shoulder, seeing the hole that randomly showed up. “I think I’m going to go for those fake leather pants, my boots, and then a purple little top with a big white cardigan,” you explained to Natasha as you found the clothes. 
“Brown pants,” Natasha corrected, “too much dark on the top and too much light on the bottom.” 
“It’s a dark purple top,” you held it up to show that it was in fact, a dark purple. 
“Oh, then that’s fine,” she waved you off, “wait- that’s my top!” she laughed and walked over, touching your shoulder to feel the fabric, it was a small cropped t-shirt. After laughing together for a while you got serious again. 
“Lipstick?” you asked as you walked into the bathroom. 
“Hell no,” she said before ripping the crust and plopping the piece in her mouth, “lip gloss.” 
“Got it,” you applies a little and smacked your lips together, “how do I look?” you turned to face her. 
Natasha took a step back and surveyed your outfit, nodding as her eyes travelled up your body. Natasha was the kind of friend to tell you straight away if you started your period and it stained your pants, or if you had lettuce in your teeth. She was a ‘no bullshit’ kind of person and you loved her for these moments. If she hated the outfit she’d tell you, sparring your hatred for any pictures you saw after the fact. 
“You look hot,” a smile graced her face, “here, eat this,” the last piece of crust was shoved into your mouth, slightly hitting your lip gloss but you didn’t care. As you chewed and looked in the mirror the doorbell rang, and a flash of panic showed up on your face. “Breathe,” Natasha whispered, “he likes you, you like him, this is going to be really fun for the both of you.” her hands grabbed both of your shoulders, “let me get the door, take a sip of water, and go see your man, alright?” you nodded and the doorbell rang again, “shut up, Barnes!” she yelled as she left the bathroom. 
“Just a date,” you whispered to yourself, fixing your hair absentmindedly, “you got this.” 
After rounding the corner out of the bathroom you saw Bucky standing alone in the doorway, holding a bouquet of flowers. When he saw you his posture slightly straighten and he extended the flowers to you, you felt like you were in high school at that moment. 
“You look lovely,” his voice was so quiet and sincere that you knew that was only your ears. 
Natasha took the flowers and put them in a vase, coming back with her retro camera. Her hands made a motion to tell you to push in together. Bucky laughed it off and you tried to get her to put the camera down but Natasha insisted she took a picture. 
His arm wrapped around your back, his hand falling on your waist and slightly squeezing you. You leaned into him and placed his hand on his chest, smiling at the camera and trying not to look dizzy from the smell of his cologne. It had something to do with the woods but not pine, something muskier. After the picture was taken you waved goodbye to Natasha and left, being led by Bucky to his convertible. 
The sun was setting but there wasn’t a chill tonight, he let the top stay down as he drove to the restaurant. Small talk moved quickly as you caught up on what you did when you got home, telling him about all the writing you were doing. Even though he was looking at the road you still felt him listening, you had turned to face him by the end of your ramble about everything. He’d nod and peel his eyes off the road for a second, nodding again and looking back to the road. Little hums came from behind the wheel as you filled him in, letting you know he was still listening. When he’d reach a red light his entire body would turn to face you to match how you were facing him, when the light turned green and change the hue across his face he turned back to drive again; most likely seeing the change of hue on your face as well and using that as his signal to keep driving. 
“This place looks nice,” you whisper as you lean forward to see the sign through the windshield and not have the edge block anything. As you looked forward you didn’t notice Bucky getting out of the car and running to your door, opening it for you and taking your hand to help you stand. 
There was soft music playing in the background, you could hear the chefs and waiters talking to each other in a frantic manner to get the busy restaurant fed. It was hot and dim, the hostess table was almost right in the doorway, making everything very tight and too close together. 
“Watch out!” someone called, you instinctively took hold of Bucky’s entire arm, hugging it to your chest. But when you located where the voice was coming from you realized they were nowhere near you. 
“Uh, I have a reservation,” Bucky cleared his throat as he walked up, “for Barnes.” 
“Right this way,” the teenager making minimum wage smiled and walked both of you to your table, one hand had slid down to hold his hand while the other stayed wrapped around his bicep. 
“Breathe,” he leaned down and whispered. 
The teenager placed the menus down and stepped aside, letting both of you slip into the booth across from one another. She walked away and you looked up and Bucky smilled as he just stared at you with soft eyes. 
“You alright?” he asked, “you seem a little…shaken up.” 
“It’s just…” you looked around, when you looked back at Bucky you could tell he was nervous you really didn’t like it, “nothing, just got a chill,” which was the exact opposite of what you were feeling. 
“Good,” from the way his arms were moving you could tell his hands were running down his thighs, trying to get rid of sweaty palms. 
“So,” you curled both hands under your chin, “do you know the waiters and managers here too?” you joked. 
“Very funny,” Bucky said sarcastically before breaking out a smile. 
Conversation flowed easily after that, between bites of complimentary bread you learned a little bit more about Bucky as he talked. He told you he was in a band for a month in high school, but he had faked knowing how to play the drums just to hang out with the cool guys in his grade. He met Steve in high school and Sam in university. Bucky was older than the both of them, he was in grade twelve with Steve in grade ten and Bucky was in the third year when meeting first-year Sam. 
“I’ve known Natasha for a long time and she’s been dating Steve for a while as well, how come I’ve never really met you before- I mean, I’ve heard your name in stories and I’ve seen pictures from when Steve was in high school and you were there, how come I haven’t formally met you?” You laughed, not understanding how you two could avoid each other for so long. 
“It’s complicated,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I-...it’s just a lot.” 
“Sorry,” you saw the way his tone changed, “I didn’t meet to pry, just curious- again, asking too many questions.” 
“No no,” Bucky shook his head, “I’ll tell you soon enough, don’t worry.” All you did was nod, your mouth opened as if you were about to say something but your phone began to ring. “See who it’s from,” he nodded towards your bag, knowing you didn’t want to be on your phone during a date. 
“It’s my boss…Hero,” you looked to see Bucky nod, “I’ll be back in two seconds, I swear.” 
“Take your time,” he said as you stood up, “just don’t ditch me, pretty lady.” 
“I won’t,” you felt warm at the pet name, “order something for me.” before the ringing stopped you picked up your phone, pushing the doors to the outside. “Hey, Hero.” 
“Great news!” he almost cut you off, “we’ve been picked up!” A happy scream left your body, Hero copied you. You jumped a little and looked around to make sure no one was laughing, hold a hand over your mouth in disbelief. “We’re doing our friends and family show this Sunday and then our first show is Tuesday.” 
“This is amazing,” you leaned against the brick wall, “I’m so happy for us.” 
“I know,” you could hear his smile, “how many seat should I save for you?” 
“I’ll get back to you on that but I’m going to go with…” Natasha is going to come and she’ll bring Steve and then maybe Sam will come because he doesn’t want to feel left out and then- Bucky. Would Bucky come? “Save four for now.” 
“You got it,” Hero cheered, “see you soon!” 
“Bye!” 
The hostess recognized you when you walked in, not asking if you’d like a table. You carefully walked back to your booth and tried to not get in any server’s way, the last thing you wanted was to cause a massive spill in front of everyone; including your date. When you could see Bucky he hadn’t looked over yet, both menus were gone so you guessed he order for you but he looked more worried than normal, his hands rubbed faster on his jeans. You were crafting a long speech in your head to tell him to relax a little but the second he saw you he stood up, putting on his jacket. 
“I have to leave,” he was frantic, “I-I’m so sorry, I ordered you food if you want to eat it but I really have to go.” 
“Bucky,” you whispered, holding your hands out and trying to push him back into the booth so no one could look over and judge. “What’s going on?” 
“You wouldn’t understand,” he said more to himself and began to walk away, heading towards the door. 
Forgetting about the food you ordered, you followed him, trying not to yell in the restaurant where kids were colouring on their kid's menus and grandparents exchanged cards for their anniversary. Before Bucky pushed open the door the teenager grew suspicious. 
“Have you paid?” she asked. 
Bucky kept walking, not even looking over his shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” you shook your head, “my bag is still there, something has just come up and we need some air, I’m coming back in and I’ll pay- here,” you took out your ID and passed it off to her, “take my word.” 
“Thank you,” she smiled, knowing she wasn’t getting paid enough for this. 
You quickly ran out to see Bucky next to his car, not waiting like he normally would and just opening his door. It was getting dark out and the lamp posts that were placed evenly through the outside of the restaurant lit him and his car up perfectly, almost like a spotlight. 
“Bucky!” you yelled, grabbing his arm so he wouldn’t get in, “what’s the matter with you, what are you doing?” you tried to pull him out but the look on his face told you he needed to leave. 
“I’m sorry,” he said, “but I have to go.” 
“Why?” you crouched so you were his height, reaching out and cupping his face. 
“I can’t tell you.” 
“Why is no one telling me anything?” you stepped away as you raised your voice, “people are walking on eggshells when I bring you up, there's something you’re hiding from me and I want to know-I’m being selfish, I know I am but it feels like every single person but I know what’s going on.” you turned to him, “is your name really James? Have you actually been working at the Auto shop for that long? Or are you some convicted felon, charged with murder, served twenty years and you’re actually “fifty-fucking-years old!” you screamed as you leaned forward. 
He sat there a took it, “who are these other people?” his voice the exact opposite of yours. 
“Natasha and Steve and Sam, all the time. Whenever I bring you up and you’re not there they i see if you’ve ‘told me the thing yet’. Sam literally asked me today after our lunch break,” you ran your hands down your face, “whatever you’re hiding I’m still going to like you, Bucky, I just want to know because if it’s this big of a secret I feel like you’re living a double life.” 
“Fine,” he swung his legs out from the car but stayed seated, “I was in an abusive relationship.” 
Cold water poured down your back and made you freeze in front of him. You couldn’t help your jaw from slacking and your eyes widening. The shameful look on Bucky’s face seeped into the pavement and made its way onto you, making you want to curl up or go back in time. He didn’t look mad at you, the way his eyes spaced out as he looked at your shoes told you he was thinking of this previous significant other. 
“I-” the words choked you, gripped your throat as you saw him begin to cry, “Bucky, no,” you gasped leaning down and wrapping your arms around him. At first, he didn’t hug back, just letting his head rest on your shoulder as you frantically apologies, “please, I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have called you out, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I can’t believe-oh my god, no,” you began to cry as well, “no no no,” when you pulled away your hands went into his long locks, pushed them out so you could see his eyes and the way they cast onto the ground and nothing else. 
“I’m not mad at you,” his voice was like the gravel you kneeled on, “I’m mad at her, she was right.” 
“No, she wasn’t,” you didn’t know what he meant but you know he shouldn’t believe his abuser was right, “whatever it is, she wasn’t right.” 
“She said I was so ruined, I’d never be able to trust anyone again, I’d never be able to be in a relationship again because she took pride in ruining that for me.” the words tumbled out as he cried, “she was awful,” his voice dropped down an octave, a rough tone shot out, almost a growl when he said that, “she’d-she’d…” his lip quivered. 
“It’s okay,” your hands were still cupping his face. As you looked at him your thumb came to brush his bottom lip, trying to stop it from trembling. “Don’t tell me if you’re not ready.” 
“I have to go home,” more tears crept upon him, “I really have to go and I’m so sorry,” finally, he met your eyes and you could tell it was the most sincere thing he’s ever said. 
“I’ll call an Uber,” you spoke softly, “go home, Bucky, and text me when you’re there, alright?” 
“Who called?” he asked, when you looked at him with a furrowed brow he further explained, “who called when you left?” 
“My boss,” you shook your head, not wanting to make him feel bad for leaving when you had good news. But he looked at you, silently asking what he said, “the show got picked up, he asked how many seats I wanted for family and friends night.” again, another look to ask how many seats you got. “I got four. Natasha, Steve, Sam, and…” his eyes squeezed shut, “you. I got a seat for you.” 
With the final wave of tears hitting him he lunged forward, wrapped his arms around you and hugged you back. Heavy sobs ripped out of his chest as his hands grabbed a fist full of your white cardigan as more than just this moment fell out. You couldn’t figure out if he was happy, upset, or overwhelmed that you got him a ticket, he didn’t have the breath support to whisper anything to you while he cried. Once the tears stopped a few whimpers left him, not waiting to let go of you. 
“Would you like me to come back to your place?” you whispered, running your hand down the back of his head. 
“N-no thank you,” he shook his head, your heart twisted at how polite he was being. 
“Text me when you’re home safe, alright?” you pulled away and watched as he swung his leg back into the car, “hey,” you smiled when he looked at you, “we’ll do this again, I promise.” 
He could nod, pull out of the spot, and drive away. 
Leaving you alone in an almost vacant parking lot.
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Where you goin, Star?
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Biker au
Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam. Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.
Chapter 8
Warnings: swearing, substance abuse/od, domestic violence
In the morning Y/N had Brock take her to the bank with a story about her mother's jewelry being in the safe deposit box. Since getting caught sneaking out a few nights ago she had been keeping her head down, going through the house and staying out of his way, so he left her alone for the most part and didn't question her.
The bank manager led her to the secure room and made Brock and Jack sit in the waiting area.
Y/N was so nervous about what she might find that her hands shook as she pulled everything out of the box. A manila envelope with Walker written on it, in her fathers writing. She opened the envelope and pulled some papers out, on top was an ultrasound picture which made her furrow her brow. She looked closer to read the name Hoskins, Olivia and the date was a few months ago.
Y/N shook her head, John cheating was no surprise but she couldn't figure out why her father kept a copy of the ultrasound. There was a regular envelope under that and she pulled the paper out of it, a DNA test proving that John was the father. She smiled as it clicked when she read the report. This would hurt his political aspirations and hopefully be enough to convince him to let her leave.
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Bucky spent the next 2 days wallowing. He still took care of what needed to be done but when he wasn't busy all he could think about was everything Star had gone through because he ran away. He wanted to kill Brock and John. Unfortunately the person he was most angry with was himself. Even if Star was ever able to forgive him, he wasn't sure if he could.
He meant every word he ever said to her.
Bucky had never considered himself one for settling down or God forbid having a family. At least not until he met Star, he wanted everything with her. The house, white picket fence, kids, a dog, he wanted every bit of that American dream.
Bucky tried to keep himself busy so he didn't have time to think and dwell on her. Unfortunately the nights were long and too quiet. Steve and Peggy were looking for their dream house but Sam was out on the town. Trying to keep up with Sam's partying sounded almost as bad as being Steve and Peggys 3rd wheel. He wanted to go and grab Star, pull her away from Brock and John. Find a house for them, make plans for a wedding, maybe get a nursery set up and begin the life they were supposed to start 2 years ago. All he could do right now was stay out of trouble and wait for her to contact him.
He called Pepper Stark for a realtor that could help him get started.
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Beneath the envelope with John's name was another large envelope with Star written on it. In Bucky's messy writing. She felt her stomach drop as she wondered if he had been telling the truth. Her heart fluttered at the thought that he hadn't just deserted her, maybe he really did love her.
When she opened it something small fell to the floor. She leaned down to pick it up, a ring. It felt like her heart stopped.
An old fashioned wedding ring set with a small diamond and gold vines holding it in place. It was attached to a band with tiny stones.
She felt tears filling her eyes and had to grab a tissue to wipe them away so she could read the letter enclosed.
'My sweet Star, my guiding light,
I know things seem bad but I promise it's not how it looks. I took the money your father offered so that I could go back to school and start my own business. Well with Steve and Sam.
I'm sorry that I have to leave but I promise I'll be back soon. Six months, maybe a year at most and I'll come back to marry you, Star. If you'll have me.
This was my grandmother's wedding rings. I want you to have them so you know I love you and will be coming back so we can be together.
Don't give up on us Star, I promise I never will.
Love,
Your Jamie'
Y/N felt the tears running down her face as she tried to process her emotions. First was relief and love, Bucky didn't desert her, he just trusted the wrong guy to give her the message. Then came anger at her father and John but mostly Brock. He betrayed Bucky and took advantage of her. Then a mix up of fear and sadness, she might have the proof to change things but she was smart enough to realize that neither John or Brock would just let her go so easily.
When Star was able to get her emotions in control she decided she needed a plan and some help. Thanks to John she didn't have any friends at all, he forced her to push her old friends away and only allowed her to associate with people who would be good for his career. Then it hit her, Tony and Pepper Stark. They knew Bucky and had offered to help. She fished the business card Pepper had given her out of her purse and grabbed her phone. She decided a text would be the most discrete way to contact them so sent a quick note
'need help pls. ~Star'
then quickly deleted the text and hid the card in her wallet. She took pictures of all the papers, texted them to Pepper and deleted that text then put them back in the envelope and hid them in the bottom of her bag.
When she walked out to the waiting area, Brock and Jack were waiting. Brock was pacing and looked irritated, like usual, but Jack was sitting playing on his phone.
Brock stopped pacing when he saw her, he grinned "Everything alright Mrs Walker? Took you quite awhile in there."
She dabbed gently at her eyes with a tissue "Of course, Brock. It was just some of my mother's rings, see." She showed him a small jewelry box with some fancy rings that she had put in her purse before they left the house, in case he or John asked.
Brock looked at them and then nodded. "Are you ready to go, ma'am?"
"Yes Brock. Back to my parents house. I have to put these rings in the safe and keep working on my father's papers."
When they got back to the house she locked herself in her fathers office so she could put the papers in his hidden floor safe. Then she checked her phone to see if she had any messages. There was only one, from Pepper
'Lunch tomorrow? There's a restaurant up the street from Stark tower. 1pm?'
Star smiled so wide her cheeks hurt as she replied 'I'll see you then.'
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That night Bucky was stretched out on the bed in his hotel room, something playing on the TV but he wasn't paying attention. His phone buzzed making him jump.
It was from Tony Stark 'Pepper heard from Star asking for help, they have lunch tomorrow. I'll keep you updated'
Bucky fell asleep feeling more hopeful than he had in years.
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Star dressed carefully for lunch. Even though she was working to get away from John she had to watch herself. There were always reporters following Pepper around and even a few following Star as the wife of an up and coming congressman. If she wasn't smart, John would become suspicious and ruin everything.
Pepper was already at the restaurant when she arrived and had ordered drinks and an appetizer. They spent 2 hours talking and plotting how to manage her escape.
Brock watched from the side, concerned. He hadn't seen Y/N that cheerful since before the wedding. He knew she must be up to something and contacted John to let him know something was up.
John instructed him to take Y/N to the penthouse in Manhatten, instead of her parents house, and meet him there.
When lunch was over Pepper gave her a hug "Don't worry, hon. We'll fix this for you."
Y/N smiled and thanked her, leaving the envelope on the table for Pepper to keep, before following Brock to her car.
Her smile faded when she saw they weren't going back to Brooklyn and her heart raced when she realized where they were going. She hated the penthouse.
"Brock? What's going on? I'm not done at my parents house yet."
Brock grunted "All I know is that Mr Walker told me to bring you here, so we're here."
Y/N laughed nervously "Oh, he must have something planned." And took the elevator up to the top, her nerves worsening with each floor that passed.
When the elevator doors opened she took a breath and walked in to see John sitting at the dining room table.
"Welcome home sweetheart, it feels like I haven't seen you in ages. Come sit down, I have good news. I poured you a glass of wine, dear."
Star looked at him suspiciously, John never thought to make a drink for her and he never used pet names unless he was angry with her. She sat down across the table from him and eyed her glass suspiciously.
John chuckled "What's wrong dear? You seem nervous."
She stammered "I I I'm f-f-fine." And took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. "What's up?"
John smiled at her but it wasn't a caring or calming smile, it reeked of malevolence, she could see it in his eyes.
"So. Brock tells me you went to the bank yesterday. What was that about?"
Y/N smiled nervously "I found the key to one of my fathers safe deposit boxes. It had some of my mother's rings, I showed Brock."
John nodded "I see. And what was the text you sent Pepper Stark about? What do you need help with and why didn't you ask me first?"
Her throat dried up and she tried to laugh it off "Oh that, I wanted advice on hosting fundraisers. She's put together so many lovely events, I thought she would have some good advice.
I didn't want to bother you with something so trivial. I know how busy you are."
"Right, fundraiser." John looked like he was about to get up and she almost let out the breath she was holding when he looked back at her "So, what was the envelope you gave her?"
Her throat tightened and she couldn't speak.
"Now sweetheart, you know I hate when you lie to me but if you spill the whole thing I'll go easy on you." He stood over her and grabbed her hair, jerking her neck back and spat in her face.
"Lets try again. What was in that envelope? What are you up to?"
"It was nothing John, just some pictures of me riding. From before."
He let go of her hair and she relaxed for a second before his fist hit her face and she was knocked to the floor. He stook over her "You little slut. Where are the papers you sent her?"
As he was ready to break her, his phone rang and he grinned "Look, it's Tony Stark. Better be good news. We aren't done here" And left the room as he answered the call.
He returned to the room in a better mood. "Looks like you've been spared. For now. Stark is hosting a fundraiser for me, he said you were the one who convinced Pepper." He kissed her on the forehead. As he left the room he turned back "Brock told me about you sneaking out. And your punishment. Sent me pictures too, I'm saving those for a special occasion. You really are a pretty little cumdump." He sighed "Brock will take you back to your parents house, I have company coming. Before you go I have something for you"
She looked at him suspiciously through her rapidly swelling eye and didn't hear Brock come up behind her. She felt a pinch on her neck and a warm feeling spread through her body before the black overwhelmed it.
Brock picked up the phone and dialed 911 "Please help, I think my boss overdosed." And gave her parents address as he raced through town.
Y/N was laying in the back seat, barely coherent. She heard him making another call "Tell Barnes his Star needs him, at her parents house. And he needs to hurry."
When they arrived at the house Brock carried her inside and dropped her on the couch, unconscious. He ran his hand down her body "What a fucking waste." And left her there.
Chapter 9
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Hi Vicky :) I have a prompt if you've got time and creativity for one... How does Maggie and Scully's first meeting go after they return from being on the run? I love looking at how Maggie relates to the other characters, and she's been fairly popular in the chat recently.... would you write that scene?
I WROTE A THING! This prompt is super old but it caught my attention today so I scribbled this quick fic in response. Apologies for my rustiness.
Belonging
Rated G. Angst. IWTB era.
She arranges to meet her at a café in the next town over. The house is out of the question. She doesn’t feel she belongs there yet. She doesn’t feel she belongs anywhere yet. She hasn’t belonged for a long time. A different Scully, would have once said she belonged to the X-Files, to the team, to the ideals that propped up the unit, to the belief. Would she have pulled up short at considering she belonged to Mulder? At one time, perhaps she did. Perhaps he belonged to her too, and they were two halves of a whole, not just a working partnership, but an embodiment of one force against another. The truth versus the lies. But now she’s not sure. Fox Mulder belongs to his own private thoughts and dreams, to the scribblings in his study, to the unintelligible murmurings in his sleep. She spends her days orbiting his moods, trying not to relent to the gnawing feelings of resentment and doubt. The house was supposed to plant them in the now and offer a starting block for their future together. But if anything, it seems to have tugged open the stitches of his past wounds and he is spiralling into a dark place where she cannot, will not, follow.
She pulls up in the parking lot next to a small strip of shops where the café promises an hour of comfort and escape behind its quaint façade.  At least, that’s what Scully hopes she’s coming for. As she walks past the other outlets offering antiques, artisanal bread and baked goods, home-made toys, clothing that reminds her of Missy, so much so that she has to stop and breathe. She dry-swallows and blinks away memories of a home long ago, where she did belong, a home where boundaries were drawn and aspirations were shared and secrets were whispered in moonlit bedrooms as things to be held in awe, not buried with unspoken horrors and stunted futures.
She pushes open the door, twenty minutes early, enough time to settle and plan her conversation, think about which moments from the past few years to share and which to gloss over. Which to deny outright. Her mind is sifting through towns and motels and cars and arguments and hair-colours and close-calls with cops and receptionists and surrendering, when Maggie walks in. Also early. Also looking pensive, tired, and perhaps, Scully thinks, a little angry by the way she clips across the floor and pulls out the chair opposite to slip off her coat and hang it, rather than hugging her daughter first.
“Dana, honey,” she says at last, holding the back of Scully’s head in her small, still-gloved hand, denying her the feel of her wedding and engagement rings pressed into her skull, “I’ve missed you so much. Where did you go?” She pulls away and holds Scully’s cheeks, the wool from her gloves cool and wiry against her skin. Maggie’s eyes are watery, maybe from the cold, maybe not. She repeats her rhetorical question in a strained whisper that Scully barely hears over the hum of the coffee machine. “Where did you go?”
“Everywhere, nowhere,” Scully replies, sinking into the chair and chuffing out a bitter laugh. “But we’re back now.”
Maggie removes her gloves and Scully sees the knots of arthritis in her knuckles, the liver spots, the way her rings clank around her too-thin fingers. “How’s Fox?”
“He sends his love,” Scully says, picking up the menu, unable to meet her mother’s enquiring eyes. She’d left him hunched over his desk and told him she was going to get some plants for the yard. She can see rows of tomatoes and beans and corn, she can hear the gentle give of young carrots being freed from the earth, she can imagine him in a sun-hat swigging water from a canteen as he nurtures life from the soil. But she knows it’s her dream. She can only share it with him in the hope that it seeps into his consciousness and pulls him out of his backward-looking slump.
The waiter comes over and they order the same, black coffee, a slice of the vegetable quiche. They smile, turn at the sound of a baby’s cries from a pram stowed next to a table at the back. It’s mother rocks the handle but the baby doesn’t settle. A hard knot sits in the base of Scully’s throat. The crying ramps up to wailing and the mother scoops the infant from its bed and nestles it against the crook of her neck.
“Tara’s expecting again,” Maggie says, “early days. They haven’t announced it yet, but you’re…” Scully thinks she’s about to say ‘family’ but Maggie says ‘home now, so they can tell you themselves. Bill would love to see you.”
“We’re still settling in,” Scully adds quickly. “Boxes everywhere. You know how it is.”
Maggie doesn’t say anything and Scully can feel a shift in the atmosphere. The baby has quietened. The coffee is delivered and the aromatic steam wafts between them. Maggie’s chin tilts, her nostrils flare slightly.
“You should have told me you were going, Dana. You should have told me and I could have been there for you. Instead, I had to sit, night after night, not knowing anything, going mad with worry that you’d…”
“Mom,” she starts. The baby gurgles and Scully twists her hair over her ear so she doesn’t have to hear its sweet noises.
“No, let me finish,” Maggie snaps in a low whisper. “I thought you were dead. You and Fox. Assassinated or whatever word they use for these sorts of things. It was worse than when you were taken by that…that man. At least I had Fox then, keeping me informed, doing something to find you. This time there was nobody. Not even Skinner would help.”
“He couldn’t, Mom. It would have implicated…”
“I don’t care, Dana.” Maggie’s voice is high and strained and the mother on the other table hugs her baby a little tighter as the waiter clears his throat to deliver the quiches. When he’s gone, Maggie leans forward. “I’m your mother. I deserved to know. Bill went wild. He’s still wild.”
“Bill was born wild,” she says but regrets it instantly. She isn’t in the position to offer character assessments.
“He’s right, you know,” and Maggie doesn’t wait for Scully to ask about what, “that since you met Fox, your life hasn’t been your own. He’s pulled you away from everything you held dear. Used to hold dear. Family, the church, the law. And for what?”
The baby chuckles and the mother laughs too. She wants to scream that she has her own mind, that Mulder is family, that the church is a rock to return to, but not an anchor to weigh her down, that the law is a joke and justice is personal.
Instead, she sighs. “We couldn’t tell anyone, Mom. It was safer that way.”
“For who? Me or you?”
The icy cut of truth in Maggie’s words chills Dana and she sips her coffee, trying to stop the tremble in her hands. The baby giggles again and this time she turns towards it, her, a girl with large blue eyes and a perfect mouth and a shock of dark hair and she feels the familiar sting of tears, the burn in her nose, the squeezing pain her heart of all the things she’s lost. Time and family and careers and faith and…
Scully realises why she’s here. It’s not the comfort of being with her mother. It’s not the escape from Mulder’s exhausting moods. She’s here for reality. To be called out. To be exposed. To be seen. To be loved.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” she whispers, and reaches for Maggie’s hands, squeezing those rings into her palms and feeling the dig of the diamond clasp that contains her mother’s worry and her brother’s wrath and months of self-hatred and self-pity. She lets her forehead rest on the knot of their joint hands. Maggie drops a kiss on her crown. This is where she belongs.
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skylineheights-if · 10 months
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Aena Ritz - 22 - Responsible - Honest - Respected
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"I can't believe that you'd really think I would let that slide. You know better!"
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Aena Ritz embodies the essence of responsibility in every aspect of her life. As a dedicated Criminal Justice major and self-proclaimed "mom friend," she takes it upon herself to ensure that everyone around her stays on track. With a keen eye for details and a knack for organization, Aena is the go-to person for planning, scheduling, and making sure deadlines are met. Her reliability and sense of duty are unmatched, making her an indispensable member of any group or team.
While generally patient and level-headed, Aena possesses a fiery side that should not be underestimated. Her calm exterior conceals a passionate spirit that fuels her determination to fight for what she believes in.
Aena's journey has been marred by the presence of her father, a typical misogynist who repeatedly belittles her aspirations, solely because she is a woman. Despite his discouraging words, Aena has chosen not to listen and has instead used them as fuel to ignite her ambitions further. Undeterred by his narrow-mindedness, she is determined to prove him wrong and carve her path as an extraordinary lawyer. With unwavering perseverance and an firm belief in her abilities, Aena is working tirelessly to shatter stereotypes and break barriers in pursuit of her dreams.
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Appearance: 5'10", olive skin, dark hazel eyes, long black hair that is normally pinned up, in a bun, or left loose. Aena's wardrobe consists almost entirely of business/business casual. She typically wears dark pencil skirts over tights or slacks, with some form of button up dress shirt or blouse. Either heels or flats complete the look. When she isn't dressed up for whatever reason, she'll wear leggings and a tank top or t-shirt of some kind, paired with a pair of black Vans.
When dressed up, Aena carries a small, neutral colored purse that matches her outfit. Has a few simple golden rings that she wears on her left hand only, alongside various different necklaces and bracelets that she alternates between.
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Likes: Sour patch kids, watermelon, Summer, parties, singing, dogs, wine, the beach, fairy lights, studying, Eden, Florence, strawberries, holidays, flowers
Dislikes: Liars, her father, spiders, beer, hotels, the cold, her birthday, splinters, wind, laziness
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badchatgptfics · 10 months
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Professor Sycamore x Reader (Part 2) - Vow Renewal
Prompt Given - write a sequel fanfiction to your previous response
Fic Generated -
Years had passed since the enchanting wedding of Professor Sycamore and Y/N. Their love had only grown stronger with time, and their lives were filled with new adventures and discoveries in the world of Pokémon. Lumiose City remained their home, a constant reminder of the vows they had exchanged on that unforgettable day.
Sycamore, still revered as a renowned Pokémon researcher, spent his days in his laboratory, studying and uncovering the mysteries of the Pokémon world. Y/N, with their endless curiosity and passion for knowledge, had become a beloved professor at Lumiose University, inspiring a new generation of trainers and researchers.
Their shared life was not without its challenges, of course. There were days when Sycamore would get lost in his work, his mind consumed by endless experiments and data analysis. And there were days when Y/N would find solace in the quiet corners of the library, seeking refuge from the chaos of the world.
But through it all, their love remained steadfast and unwavering, a guiding light in the midst of the storm. They supported each other's dreams and aspirations, providing comfort and encouragement during times of doubt.
One sunny morning, as Lumiose City basked in the golden light, Sycamore entered the bustling university campus, a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eyes. He had a secret plan, a surprise that he had been carefully crafting for months.
Y/N was in the middle of a lecture, passionately sharing their knowledge with a group of eager students. Sycamore slipped into the back of the lecture hall, a mischievous grin on his face as he waited for the perfect moment.
As Y/N concluded the lecture, the room erupted into applause. They beamed with pride, their heart swelling with the joy of imparting knowledge to their students. It was in that moment, as Y/N turned to leave the stage, that Sycamore stepped forward, a small velvet box in his hand.
The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the professor and the renowned Pokémon researcher. Y/N's eyes widened with surprise, a mix of anticipation and excitement washing over them.
Sycamore cleared his throat, his voice steady and filled with love. "Y/N, my partner in life and academia, you have enriched my world in ways I could never have imagined," he began, his gaze never wavering from theirs. "With every passing day, I am reminded of the depth of our connection, and how it has shaped us into the individuals we are today."
The air grew heavy with anticipation as Sycamore knelt down on one knee, the velvet box opening to reveal a delicate and intricately designed ring. "Y/N, will you do me the honor of renewing our vows and reaffirming our love in front of our closest friends and family?"
Tears glistened in Y/N's eyes, their heart overwhelmed with emotion. They nodded, unable to find the words, their love for Sycamore shining brighter than ever.
Months of preparation followed, as Lumiose City prepared to witness another extraordinary celebration of love. The anniversary vow renewal ceremony was held in the very garden where they had first exchanged their vows—the garden that had witnessed their journey, their growth, and their unyielding bond.
Underneath the flower-laden arch, surrounded by their loved ones, Sycamore and Y/N stood, their hands entwined once again. Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them—a reaffirmation of their commitment to each other and the life they had built together.
As they renewed their vows, their voices filled with the same love and passion that had resonated years ago. The words carried on the gentle breeze, intertwining
with the fragrant blooms and the whispers of the Pokémon that roamed the garden.
Once again, Lumiose City erupted in celebration. The night sky was adorned with fireworks, illuminating the darkness with bursts of color and light. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the joyous exclamations of friends and Pokémon.
Sycamore and Y/N danced beneath the starlit sky, their hearts overflowing with gratitude for the years they had shared and the endless possibilities that awaited them. They knew that their love would continue to evolve, just like the Pokémon they studied—a journey filled with surprises, challenges, and boundless joy.
Together, they embraced the future, hand in hand, ready to embark on a new chapter of their love story—one that would continue to inspire and touch the lives of those around them, forever entwined in the magical tapestry of Lumiose City.
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