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drysuitdivingdrone1950 · 2 years

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BAGGING OLIVER

(Salute to brethlessbiker the original author of this story--The original story blew my mind. I was not able to get any sleep after reading it. Played with it a bit and made some alterations. I will let you read it and see what you think.)

Oliver had been talking to Frank on an encrypted video calling site for a number of months. Frank had first seen his profile on a fetish dating site, but they changed to the encrypted messenger at Franks suggestion when they discovered a shared interest in breath control. Oliver was pray and always on the lookout for predators to do B C play on cam. He was well known amongst guys into breath control and had played online with many of them. Frank was very different from all the other guys Oliver had met. At forty, Frank was fifteen years older than Oliver. He was cool and assertive and Oliver loved the interest Frank showed in him, and he was always ready to talk about his experiences with plastic bagging and bondage. Frank, although controlling was always more reserved. Never judging and always encouraging Oliver to reveal his most secret fantasies.

Then one evening when they'd both had a few whiskies, Oliver disclosed that his ultimate fantasy was to be snuffed. Oliver went on to share how he had often set it up to happen and he dreamed but also, he had misgivings about it and would chicken out at the last possible moments. Frank gave Oliver time to sort it all out and come to terms with his own feelings.

Frank of course already knew all about Oliver. He'd been exchanging information about Oliver with some more serious B C players for a while. He just wanted Oliver to mention it first, which gave him an opportunity to talk about it without Oliver realizing he was being lured into a dangerous game. Oliver found Frank a huge turn on. He was rough, controlling and looked amazing in his camouflage gear and rubber hood. However, the attraction went both ways. Frank had some very dark fantasies about young twinks in rubber. Oliver fit the bill perfectly and Frank had already made up his mind what he was going to do with him.

He decided it was time to make his move and asked Oliver if he was interested in an online suffocation game. Naturally Frank already knew what Oliver’s answer would be. Frank had been planning this for months. He told Oliver to buy some restraints and a roll of duct tape. He also asked for Oliver’s postal address. Oliver was nervous at first about giving his address but Frank was very persuasive saying he wanted to send him something that he would like very much.

The date was set for the following Saturday at 11pm. About two days later a brown padded Jiffy envelope arrived in the post. Inside there were two large thick clear plastic bags and a small brown bottle with about 25ml of liquid inside. Oliver thought it might be poppers but when he removed the top the liquid was slightly oily and had no smell at all. It was accompanied by a printed note telling him not to touch it and to have it with him on Saturday.

Oliver was so excited he couldn't think of anything else. The rest of the week had dragged by but finally Saturday evening arrived. Oliver glanced at his watch, it was almost 10pm. Frank had told him to put on his black rubber suit, rubber gloves and rubber hood and be ready by 11pm. Oliver poured a large whisky and started getting ready. He eased on the already lubed rubber suit. The feel of the lubricated rubber was amazing and a glinting drop of pre cum emerged from his dick. He closed the front zipper up to his neck and ran his gloved hands over the shiny tight-fitting rubber. It was almost ten minutes to eleven before Oliver sat down at his desk and logged on. Frank was not online yet so he poured himself another whisky and wondered what Frank had planned for him. The thought of being manipulated into suffocating on cam was incredibly exciting. He stroked his dick through the rubber suit. Then his thoughts were interrupted by an incoming video call. It was Frank. Oliver’s hands were shaking as he touched the keyboard to accepted the call.

"Good evening Oliver, you're looking very sexy tonight in your rubber outfit." Frank seemed confident and relaxed, unlike Oliver who was shaking with excitement and a little fear.

"Thank you." Said Oliver.

"Are you ready to play." Said Frank.

"Yes" Said Oliver.

" Yes what? I want you to call me Sir from now on when you speak. Do you understand?" Frank had never spoken to Oliver in such a dominant Manor.

"Yes Sir I understand" Oliver replied.

Frank continued, "Also boy tonight you must do everything I say without question. Do you understand that?"

Oliver’s dick responded to Franks aggressive tone. "Yes Sir." He said.

"Now show me the items I told you to buy." Said Frank. Oliver took the ankle cuffs and handcuffs and roll of duct tape he'd bought from the desk draw.

"Good boy, now do you have the small bottle I sent you."

"Yes Sir but excuse me Sir could you tell me what's in the bottle please." Said Oliver.

"Didn't I tell you no questions boy." Said Frank. "Now pick up the bottle and unscrew the cap. Then, so that I can see, I want you to measure a cap full of the liquid and pour it into your whisky glass, then top up the glass with water and drink it."

Oliver continued to protest about the contents of the bottle.

"I've already told you boy, do not question me and do exactly what I tell you. You are spoiling the game Oliver and letting me down. You're just being silly and making me wish I hadn't wasted my time with you. Do you really think I'd hurt you? I have planned everything so you'll be safe and have a good time living out your fantasy and now you’re spoiling everything. The drink isn't going to hurt you. Now are you going to drink it or not?"

Oliver felt embarrassed and humiliated at being spoken to like that. He looked at the glass, the liquid was slightly discolored from the small amount of whisky that had been in it. He lifted it to his lips. He was reluctant, yet the urge to please Frank outweighed all his concerns. He hesitated for a moment and then downed it in one.

"Good boy." Said Frank. " I've just got something to do boy, I'll be back soon.”

Oliver hadn't time to say anything before Franks image disappeared from the screen. He was surprised at Franks sudden disappearance, it seemed strange and he wondered what he was up to. Fifteen minutes or so had passed since Frank closed the link. Oliver relaxed in his comfortable chair and ran his hands over his rubber hooded head, slowly moving them over his body until he reached his dick. He couldn’t remember ever feeling as horny and his earlier anxiety had passed. He had a strange feeling of excitement he'd never experienced before. It was only then that he made the connection between the emotions he was experiencing and the liquid in the bottle. He knew enough about drugs to guess that the liquid he'd had was probably GHB.

Then Frank was back. Oliver clicked on the video call icon. This time the camera position had changed. Frank was in his camouflage pants but had no tee shirt, revealing a hairy muscular chest, and now Oliver was able to see Franks thighs and crotch.

"How are you feeling boy, are you ready to play." Said Frank.

"Yes Sir." Said Oliver.

"Good, but first I have a surprise for you." Frank leaned forward to his keyboard and touched a key. Immediately four thumbnails appeared on the bottom of Oliver’s screen. In each was a guy in some kind of hood or face covering. One was wearing black bike leathers, leather gloves and a leather executioner hood. Another was in army camouflage pants and a leather jacket and wearing a ski mask. The other two seemed to be in the same room as each other but with different cameras on them. They were both wearing heavy rubber gear with rubber hoods. Oliver could see that they were all aroused and were stroking their dicks as they watched him.

"So boy you have an audience, I hope you're going to give them a good show. Now I want you to cuff both ankles to the base of your chair then point your cam at your feet so I can see them." Said Frank.

Oliver closed the ankle cuffs as tight as he could and locked them around the base of his chair.

"Now boy the men watching have all played with you on cam before though you probably don't remember, but you used your trick handcuffs. They wanted you to suffocate for them but you tricked them. So, like me they all want to watch you suffocate tonight. You won't disappoint them will you boy.” Said Frank.

Oliver was almost too excited to speak and whispered. "No Sir."

"Good boy. Now put a handcuff around one wrist leaving the other end of it free and hold your hands up for me to see." Said Frank.

Oliver held up his wrist with a handcuff tightly fastened around it and the other end open and dangling ready to be locked around the chair arms to the other wrist.

"Now peel off two lengths of tape from the roll, each about a meter long and neatly lay them on the desk in front of you." Said Frank.

Oliver obeyed without speaking.

"Good boy, now take both plastic bags and puff some air into them, then pull the first one over your head and seal it around your neck with a length of the tape." Said Frank.

Frank watched as Oliver tightened the tape around his neck making a perfect airtight seal. "Now Oliver, take the second bag and tape it around your neck over the top of the first one. Oliver positioned the second bag carefully and taped it in position. Frank was now deeply aroused and was wanking as he watched Oliver finish off the tape and smoothed it down neatly. Oliver was now rebreathing air trapped inside the bags. His heart was pounding as he waited for Frank's next command.

"Now Oliver, I want you to take the open end of the handcuffs and lock them to your other wrist around the chair arms." Said Frank.

Oliver hesitated for a moment, he was stroking his dick through his rubber suit, he felt so horny. He'd fantasized about this moment all his life but never dared do it. Normally at this point in cam play he would have ended the call leaving the other guy with a blank screen, but this time was different. The GHB he had taken had changed his perception of risk, as Frank knew it would. He just wanted to let Frank push him a little further and prolong the moment. He was seconds from shooting his load. Frank realized he was about to cum and had to stop him. If he let him ejaculate before he cuffed his wrists to the chair the game would be over. He shouted as loud as he could.

"Don't let me down boy lock those handcuffs on now! DO IT NOW!"

Oliver stopped working his dick and looked at his screen. All the men were shouting for him to lock the handcuffs to the chair.

"Listen to them boy, they want you, do it for us now"

“Fuck yes!” Oliver whispered to himself. He knew his fate would eventually lead him to this point. Today was the day! Not fully realizing what he was doing due to the GHB, he released his grip on his dick he snapped the cuffs tightly closed on his wrists with the chain around the chair arm. Simultaneously his dick erupted in the strongest orgasm of his entire lifetime, shooting wads of cum into his rubber gimp suit.

He'd been breathing the air sealed in the bag for over a minute now. He was feeling light headed and was finding breathing increasingly difficult.

"Have you cum yet boy?" Frank asked.

"Yes Sir." Said Oliver, with a slight breathlessness in his voice.

Frank replied, "Perfect, now relax boy and enjoy the rest of the ride, you know it's what you've always wanted." Said Frank. "Isn't it?"

“Yes Sir!” Oliver replied as he sat back in his chair aware of his increasing breathlessness. But as his breathing became more difficult, he started to become distressed. He now started to have regrets about what he had just done.

Condensation had formed on the inside of the plastic bag making it impossible to see the men watching him, but he could hear them jeering and telling him to suffocate. His breathing was becoming very rapid and his chest was gripped by agonizing pain. Suddenly a wave of panic hit him and he started to struggle against the cuffs. He could feel them cutting into his skin as he thrashed about wildly trying to free himself and rip the bags off. As his panic increased the struggle became more violent. But he realized it was too late now, his fate was sealed.

He started shouting and screaming for help, but there was no one to hear except the five men watching from afar, for whom his panic only served to intensify their sadistic enjoyment and bring them closer to their own orgasm.

A sickening and debilitating sensation started in his stomach, and he could feel his strength draining away. He gave up struggling for a moment and attempted to catch his breath, but it was unless. All his strength had gone.

He knew he was about to blackout. He laid back in the chair and stated, “Thanks Frank! I could not have gotten here without you!”

Then the room became silent apart from the sound of him breathing into the plastic bags. The men watching had also become silent as they concentrated on their screens and masturbated to Oliver’s final moments.

Then one by one the thumbnails disappeared from his screen. "Very Nice boy.... Very, very Nice! You manned up and lived out your fantasy!" Said Frank as he ended the call. Minutes later he deleted his current account.

Within a week, Frank opened a new account and began his search for another person in need of a good mentor.

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are-we-really-doing-this · 1 year

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‼️About mE‼️ (tagged by @bl33ditout, wasssssssssssup, you got me like always)

Nickname: Tagz (glad I finally came up with one) and my friends call me Bic (like the lighter)

Sign: Yield, lmao. No, I'm a Cancer. Lil crab bastard.

Height: 5'11" (in my chunkiest sneaks)

Last Google Search: JDevil (fr I'm writing a cyberpunk DnD campaign and I needed a muse, catch me spacing out to some Killbot)

Song Stuck In My Head: Uhhhh, GlitchGang (Remix), hands down. When I heard that Hed (P.E.), Crazy Town, and Twiztid did a collab I think I came in my pants. I've listened to it like twice a day for the past week.

Sleep: I probably need some right now, but fuck that. I took a nap today.

Dream Job: Obligatory pro wrestler or rap metal musician pipe dream, but fr I really want to go into child psychology to become a youth councilor. Or a s//ugar b//aby, lmao.

Wearing: Just my whites and some black basketball shorts.

Favorite Song(s): Right now? Literally anything ICP adjacent but I've been getting very into Crazy Town recently. Yes I am the worst person you know. Also really feeling any track off Significant Other rn.

Favorite Instrument: Bass and turntables.

Aesthetic(s): Hoo bitch, I've been waiting for this one. Carcore saved my life. Y2K will never die in my opinion. My own personal brand of post-modern-southern-gothic-redneck-white-trash-whatever. Does the general concept of trashiness count? Well it does now. Old dead memes and image macros are a vibe on their own. Glittery shit. I'm not into rave or scene myself but I think it's hot. And shiny silver plastic electronics. Oh and juggalo shit, but that's pretty much carcore. (this is like my catch all for striking color combinations, oversized clothes, murdered out cars, facepaint, 90s and 00s hip hop and rnb, -core music, sweets, etc.) Plus the generic metalheadisms.

Favorite Author(s): glitchesaintshit and slapfool on Ao3

Favorite Color(s): Neon Green 💚 Electric Blue 💙 Blood Red ❤️

Last Song: Callout by Attila (sorry but I'm going there)

Last Series: Breaking Bad (I finally started it!!)

Random: I miss watching Minecraft letsplays but they all suck now, I don't even know what the fuck an SMP is.

#not tagging nobody because this post is a mile long but please grab this list and fill it out if you'd like #prolly the last one of these I'll do for a minute #I think I got everything that I wanted to #this is a true glimpse into the soul of Tagz #yell at me in the comments #please oh please do #tag meme

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the-void-writes · 2 years

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Happy Tiny Scene Sunday :3

(don't look at the calendar it's whatever day I want it to be -)

I know we typically send in 3 words as prompts but could I request a stargazing scene with Will and Dante? :3

Potential 3 words: golden, whisper, kiss @bloodlessheirbyjacques ✨(:

🤣 @bloodlessheirbyjacques We ignore calendars here for the sake of Will and Dante content. Funny how you just posted your spicy Elijah stuff, and now you get to see how I can't write that stuff at all 😂😂😂

“Which one is that?”

Will followed Dante’s pointed finger up to the sky. He squinted at the cluster of stars above them, a fiery and tangled mass like dusty yarn. Back in the day, he could have listed every constellation in a matter of minutes, but King Gazali was an artist. He made stars and planets whenever his friends wanted, and he built more stars on the already existing constellations to make them more reminiscent of their names. It was gorgeous, but Will kind of missed having to study the sky for answers. He took a sip of champagne and laid back down on Dante’s shoulder.

“Cassiopea,” he said.

“Something tells me it didn’t look that complicated back home.”

“It was just a squiggly line that people decided resembled a sitting woman.”

Dante hummed and drank some whiskey from his glass. “And that one?”

“I think it’s Cepheus, just much more detailed. He used to look more like a gnome.”

Dante chuckled. “Was he a gnome?”

Will shook his head, smiling softly. “He was a king who had to sacrifice his daughter, Andromeda, as punishment for his wife’s boasting. Perseus saved Andromeda and married her, but another man claimed that she belonged to him, and there was a fight. Perseus used the head of Medusa, and Cepheus didn’t look away in time. Andromeda lost both of her parents.”

Dante whistled. “Leave it to His Majesty to turn stargazing into school.”

“I’m sorry,” Will said, “I guess I still talk too much about stuff.”

“Don’t you dare apologize, baby. I never paid attention to this stuff before.”

“Well, you were busy.”

“Nah, just lazy, but I’m glad I get to learn from you now.” Dante winked. “Cutest astronomy teacher I’ve ever met.”

Will buried his face in Dante’s shirt. He laughed and ran his hands through Will’s hair, so unbelievably happy to be in love with someone so gentle and sweet. He wanted to spoil him, to worship him the way he deserved, the way no one on Earth ever dreamed of doing. It was perhaps a bit excessive, but Dante’s feelings were overwhelming. He shifted a little on the picnic blanket as he determined how to best express his thoughts.

“Hey, if I tell you something slightly inappropriate, will you get mad at me?”

Will looked up at him. “How bad is it?”

Dante shrugged lazily. His hair was all messy, but the stars sparkled in his golden eyes.

“Here,” Will said. “I’ll try not to overreact.”

“Okay… I think about you a lot.”

Will wheezed. “You think that’s inappropriate?”

“I’m not done, baby. I think about how gorgeous you are, how shiny your eyes get whenever I kiss you.”

He took another drink for confidence and looked over at Will, who was waiting patiently for him to continue. Oh, that gorgeous and peaceful smile…

“Then I start thinking about holding you,” he said with a smile, “kissing you all over… seeing your precious face as you melt in my hands, hearing you whisper my name.”

Will held his hands up to his red face. “Dante.”

“Too much?”

“Not at all.” Will sat up. “Honey, you don’t have to hide that from me.”

“But with everything you’ve been through… I just don’t want to scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away, Dee. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

Dante wheezed. “You want to spend your immortality with me?”

“For all eternity, if I can help it.”

Will gave him that beautiful and sincere smile again, and Dante held his face tenderly as he kissed him. The burn of whiskey still lingered on Dante’s lips, but to Will, it felt like home. Hands curled around shoulders and necks, as though they were trying not to float away from each other. Dante had to pull away for a second, his heart pounding in his chest like a marching band drum.

“Not here, baby. You’re getting the luxury treatment.” He stood up and took Will’s hand. “May I escort you, Mister Shapiro?”

Will couldn’t help but giggle. “I’d be honored, Mister Briggs.”

They sprinted back to the club. Patrons waved at them, though they were more abstract blurs than people. After a quick elevator ride, they reached Dante’s suite. The lights of Paradise glowed softly below the windows, even more so in the bedroom. Dante started taking off his tie, but Will took his hands gently.

“May I?”

Dante grinned. “Be my guest.”

His fingers moved delicately as they slid the tie off his shoulders. Still moving down, Will undid the buttons on Dante’s shirt. The gold of his Ichor shimmered under his skin, outlining his body like art. Will ran his hand over Dante’s chest.

“Admiring the view?” Dante asked.

Will laughed shyly. “I’m sorry, I’m probably going to be awkward.”

“Nothing I won’t love, doll.”

Dante grabbed the hem of Will’s shirt and started pulling it upward. The sickly blue growths engulfed his left side like an ocean in a storm. It hurt Dante to see how much worse Vesely’s disease had affected Will. When he removed the shirt fully, he brushed his hand over the discolored area, hoping to show Will that he loved every part of him, no matter what. Will squirmed a little under his touch, and Dante couldn’t hide his amused smile.

“Is it still sensitive, or are you just shy?”

“Do I have to answer that?”

“That just means it’s both.”

Will pinched his arm.

“Ow!” Dante chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Okay, sorry. I’ll be nice.”

“Thank you, Dee.”

Dante sighed. “I love when you call me that.”

With a smirk, Will leaned up to his ear. “Then make me say it again, love.”

For everything Dante had said about making Will melt, he was the one turning into jelly. They fell gently onto the silk sheets of Dante’s bed. The distant lights, the contrasting shadows, it made Will look like a painting. Dante couldn’t stop the words that came out of his mouth.

“I am so in love with you.”

Will smiled and kissed him. “I love you, too.”

#writeblr #writing community #wip: for all eternity #tiny scene sunday

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grimsneverendingfuneral · 4 months

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I do I do! Oh my God I love “British football” so much, I’m using that from now on. I play soccer, but we call it football here! I’m a goalkeep, which is shocking because I’m so short lol. And, I mean, not to brag but I think I’m pretty good for someone my height 😌

Yeah, it was so stupid. Not that I’ve learned my lesson because I’m most definitely going to keep climbing like a little squirrel hunting for acorns, but I’ll just be a liiiiiitle more careful. Ooh, yeah, you definitely gotta be more careful when living alone. Hopefully you’ve been safe and alright til now.

Omg thank you! You’ve reminded me that I need to finish the new Rick and Morty season. I’ve only watched the first two episodes hehe. I haven’t heard of most of these, but I’ll definitely give em a try! Agh, I’ve been meaning to watch Bojack Horseman since the third season came out. Is it really as good as people say it is? Like, is it worth watching all six seasons?

Aw, Grim! That’s so cute! You must have such a wonderful and creative imagination. Wow. I feel you with the nail polish 100%, I love bright and fun colours, all the glitters and metallics, like… If it’s shiny or bright, it is going on my nails.

I’m so happy you had a good time with your friends and that you wrote two chapters!! I cant wait to read it!!

:0 what a plot twist Grim!! I didn’t expect being asked a question in return aaah! I have to think about that… Oh, jeez okay, I had this dream back in high school, but I still remember it so clearly haha. In grade 12 we had this huge project we needed to do for our music final, and I was putting in so many hours towards it that I dreamt about it! I dreamt that all of Guns and Roses and Queen (don’t ask, long story) came to record vocals and guitar for my project and they kept getting it wrong so the girl who was working on the project with me kicked them out and I was like “omg you can’t just do that that’s queen and gnr omg…” lol. So I went and apologised to them and we had tea together. It still haunts me HAHAHA

And now time for your questions! *rubbing hands together evily* Which season is your favourite? Do you have a specific scent you love? Vinyls or CDs? What was your least favourite subject in school and why? 🎤

MIC ANOOOOOONNNNN wazzzaaapppp. GLAD to talk to you!!

yeah you just keep on climbing. youve gotta keep going no matter what. just keep being yourself and active and the best goalkeep your team has ever experienced.

lmfaoooo yes nothings changed. i still daydream just as much as i used to as a kid and its wonderful. i wouldnt wanna be any other way. so glad we share the love for glitter nail polish!!! im actually about to paint them right now. im thinking this iridescent kinda translucent blues gonna look sexy

i haven't watched the new season of Rick And Morty either cause then it'll be finished and im fr a fiend. im in love with Rick its disgusting really. classic daddy issues.

anywayssss about Bojack, honestly its very much worth it, in my humble opinion, but the third and fourth season are kind of the seasons you have to get through to get to the flipside of the show, which starts to get REAL as fuck during seasons five and six. then when its done youre just kinda sitting there like damn...........

GNR AND QUEEN are literally two of my favourite bands of all time. i mean, i have A LOT of favourite bands but i had a severe fixation on GNR in highschool to the point where like i know the band member's grandmothers names and shit. i asked this question because its a question i like to ask people to break the ice in conversations. i was also curious about yours!! EVERYONE has a dream that they remember, for some reason, one that just stuck. and its always from early childhood too.

ok questions time......heeeehehohhoooohhooo.......my favourite season is spring. it used to be autumn but the last two autumns ive been sort of too stressed about the pending doom of winter and halloween has kind of sucked too (even if halloween is every day of the year for me) so i have officially decided that spring is my favourite season. its fall but flipped. love the wetness and the flowers blooming. the smells. the anticipation for the summer. the way the ice melts. its sensual.

a scent i love GOD. my favourite scent of all time is clean laundry. if i go to hug you and you smell like fabric softener i will be so bricked up itll be awkward for the both of us. i sometime seek it out in those cotton scented candles and shit. although i love it so much, i never seem to smell it on myself, even if i rub bounce sheets on my fuckin sweaters. guess its kind of like when you go to someones house. you smell their smell but then you come home and you cant smell your smell.

i have a special place in my heart for CDs cause i grew up with those but i have a lot of vinyls and no CDs cause storing CDs is more annoying than storing vinyls to me...... i know its weird cause vinyls are bigger but the texture of them is better.

aaaanddd my least favourite subject in school was math. no surprises there. not even cause i was bad at it, i was pretty good, when i wanted to be. but i went to an arts school so the teachers in math were always so pissed off lol. no one gave a shit about math class to the point where the teachers would just give up and sit at their desks to do their own thang while we just fucked around

ok question for you...... whats something kind youve done for someone recently?

#mic anon #KISSES KISSES KISSES YOUUUUU

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darudedogestorm · 8 months

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Ok maybe i will make an intro/reference post for some of my primary OCs

doesn't contain their full info as for a few of them that would be a bit Too much... feel free to ask me more about them tho i would be so happy

also now realizing these are like. entirely pokemon ocs. oopsie

sorry if the formatting is strange and offputting its because tumblr doesnt like me that much

avi

guy who found meaning in life thru aminals :) (pokemon) basically struggled a lot, felt pretty worthless, volunteering at the local pokemon center kind of turned his life around

if pokemon werent real he’d be a dog guy. but he’s a cyndaquil guy

projects an image of a casually tough guy

works at a pokemon center :) current vet tech student (or well the equivalent of a vet tech in pokemon)

basically works with the system that rehomes/releases surrendered pokemon. like if you’ve ever ‘released’ a pokemon into the wild, he’s part of the group of people who handles 1. can it even Be released into the wilderness (for example it might be too habituated to life with humans to be rereleased safely), and 2. depending on the answer to question 1, where is that thing going

i have a whole system for this but it’s not entirely finished

2 beautiful babies (his quilava), little red and big bea

they are from a puppy mill situation :( brought into the center as part of aforementioned shelter/release program

^ the reason little red is a shiny

also the reason he found meaning in life <3

#fosterfailures

wurmple kid/skipper

one time i had this dream that i was lance’s (yes the indigo league champion lance) kid who was like super obsessed with wurmples and dgaf about dragon types and he was lowkey disappointed in me about it. and this became my oc

literally like 8 years old

obsessed with wurmples (based off of me in elementary school who was obsessed with dogs)

he likes other bug types by extension but NOTHING will beat wurmple. nothing.

assumes he’ll one day grow up to be a wurmple. it’s his dream

non wurmple related fact: retreats into his beautiful mind palace during times of stress and if he cannot do so he will explode. the wurmple obsession may be a manifestation of this. just like me fr

puzzle enjoyer :)

i wrote up a thing for one of those 50 question ‘tell me about your oc’ things for him but it would be too long to put here LMAO

in a nutshell:

arachne

spawned from my mono bugtype run of pokemon platinum

girl who is basically a bug

views herself as the general of an army of bugs with which she will one day RULE THE WORLD

engages in mithradatism (consumes the poison of her bugs in hopes that she will grow immune)

it has landed her in the hospital once but like that’s whatever. all that hospital trip taught her was that she should be more careful with her doses as opposed to not dosing herself at all

her starter was a spinarak (spinnerrella) who she used to wear on her back, like a backpack

spinnerrella evolved into a ariados so now she just wears one of her shedded exoskeletons from when she was still a spinarak. one day when she’s taller and stronger she’ll let spinnerrella on her back again but for now they must be apart

connie

i dont even know where to start

spawned from a pokemon roleplay with a friend. 10 page google document

works in conservation/ecology

where she got her name (she is #epic transgender) (and #fail bad at names)

current project is dealing with the slowpoke in azalea; after the team rocket poaching incident, there was an increase in naturally tailless slowpoke (“natural” selection, those without tails weren’t poached and were more likely to reproduce before dying). it’s her job to figure out if this is a problem that needs attention, as well as study any other effects the population may be experiencing

being blackmailed out of doing her actual Dream project, which is working to reintroduce the johto starters back into their natural habitats, which they are extinct in

blackmailed by a certain business man for whom this would not bode

has the most insane fucked up family in the world and doesnt even know about it

has a baby teddiursa that she takes care of :) don’t ask her how she got it

if i wrote Everything i had about her here this would be way too long. as it is an introduction rather than a story recap

i have art of her :)

#low pitched finite woofing #oc talk

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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REQUESTS FOR DBH YOU SAY? Any chance I can get a soft affectionate bit of our dearly beloved Ralph? :D

GOD I LOVE YOU FOR THIS <3333 I love Ralph and he needs more love I swear

WORD COUNT: 542

WARNINGS: none <3

RALPH MY BELOVED FR

God please just love him and be patient

Getting close with Ralph would take a bit, especially if you’re not an android. He doesn’t want to get hurt like he has before

But if you’re kind and patient, showing him that you care about him and that you wouldn’t ever dream of being unkind??? He’s putty in your hands!!

He’s gonna bring you little gifts he finds, he kind of like a crow

Shiny thing? Here you go, I thought you might like this :)

GOD please give him gifts!!!! He really loves homemade stuff (or even things you find out and about that you think he may like, knowing you think about him when he’s not there is the way to his heart)

He will follow you around like a lost puppy those first few weeks if not months you're together

He's so scared you'll leave him, it'll genuinely break his heart if you do

“Ralph loves you, he’ll protect you!”

And he will! Anything that could be a threat is getting fucking rocked

He’d also cook you stuff all the time

Yeah it might be roadkill but he really is trying

Ralph is so self conscious about his face. He doesn’t understand why you like him so please please PLEASE just shower him in praise

Kiss him <3

He loves cuddling, he literally could stay there with you in his arms for hours

Ralph also loves listening to you talk, it slows his brain down and lets him calm down

TELL HIM STORIES IDC HE’S PERFECT HE WOULD LOVE IT

He’d even read to you and do funny little voices

When he gets overwhelmed, which is quite often, he doesn’t want you around him

He’s worried he might hurt you accidentally and that would fucking kill him. He’d literally never forgive himself even if you do

He’s super affectionate and would smother you in kisses whenever he could and he’s always touching you in some way

A hand on your arm, grabbing your hand with his, his foot touching you on the couch. He does it without even realizing it, but when he does it it helps ground him, lets him know that he’s not alone and that he’s safe

You’re truly his world

Gets jealous easily, especially if you have to go out and do stuff

He’ll worry all day until you're back home and then he’d grill you about what happened while you were out

“Who is that? Ralph doesn’t like them, Ralph doesn’t trust them. Can’t trust them, Y/N, no way.”

He won't go out and stop you from talking with anyone or anything like that because deep down he trusts you, he just doesn't trust other people

You’re beautiful, of course those people want you! They’re going to try and steal you from ralph, he just knows it

He’s a king idc he loves you so much it’s impossible for him to ignore his feelings

He was 100% the one who said i love you first and it was probably very early on but you can’t blame him, he has a lot of love to give <33

10/10 would recommend being with him, he’d treat you so good i love he

#thirsting4slashers answers #thirsting4slashers writing #thirsting4slashers works #thirsting4slashers masterlist #detroit become human #dbh #ralph dbh #ralph detroit become human #ralph dbh x reader #dbh ralph x reader

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cerealyoam · 2 years

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Hey there! I'm absolutely IN LOVE with your writing, especially bc you also write for trans masc ppl like me! So thank you so, so much for that! I don't know if your requests are open, however, I'd love to request HC's for how Zhongli, Thoma, Diluc and Kaeya, would react to Trans Masc reader wearing full makeup that matches their aesthetic! (For context: I absolutely adore wearing make-up, and make-up is never a gender-specific thing. Hope this makes sense, and doesn't make you, or other's, uncomfortable!)

HE JUST LIKE ME… YOU JUST LIKE ME FR!!!!!!

I added childe

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Tall Genshin Men react to transmasc reader in makeup!

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💧💦Childe 💦💧

Slams his forehead against the door

He’s just walked in through the door to your bedroom and ur on the dressing table working ur makeup magic

He’s just in awe. Like wow. You’re so gorgeous. I’m the luckiest fucking cocksucker on earth to be dating you

What is childe if not for his wallet so of course he’s already bought you expensive high quality makeup imported from snezhnaya who do you take him for

Never gets used to it. Whenever he sees you with makeup something on his body gets hit. He walks into the diner and he sees you and his legs miscalculate and he falls face first. He’s picking you up from wherever the fuck and he sees you and he slams his hand in between the car door. He’s checking you two into a 5 star hotel and he sees you and he walks into a table and his dick gets squashed in a corner

It goes on. Use your imagination anything you think of, it’s happened

Sometimes you question if you’re a hazard. Being with Childe means thinking about that a lot

🥶❄️Kaeya❄️🥶

Look me in the eyes

He wears makeup too look at him

Unsurprised. Unperturbed. Probably does your makeup for you

Going shopping for makeup with him is a dream. He’s so well versed in that shit he takes you to every hidden corner and knows every fucking product like the back of fucking hand

“Oh yeah that lipstick set? Sheesh remember the glove scandal behind that?”

LOVES showing you off. He shows you off anyway but he LOVES showing you off

You’re at a business meeting with him and he’s like swirling his fucking wine and “yes well my husband is quite versed in makeup, and I find it wonderful to come home to someone who shared similar interests”

Loves kissing you when you wear any kind of lipstick or lip gloss. You aren’t allowed to buy the smudge proof shit hon he kisses it off you like crazy

He does it so expertly too. He’s kissed a million people with his own makeup looks so the most damage done is you having to reapply a bit of it

Moral: keep extra lipstick on you. You won’t have it on just your lips for long

❤️‍🔥🔥Diluc🔥❤️‍🔥

A whore

Kind of stares at you for a good 20 seconds before “you’re so beautiful”

He’s just . Like wow

Fucking loves it. Fucking thinks about it a lot. Buys you expensive makeup in hopes you’ll do more

Diluc is a husk without his fat fat pocket of cash so you KNOW gifts are fucking loaded with luxury shit. And that includes makeup

His fave is highlighter. You’re so shiny heheh I wanna kiss u

U have so many highlighters stocked up that it’s kinda crazy

He’s never off too. He has specialists on his ass matching your skin tone and hair colour and

Stop him. Or don’t really because cmon. We all have that one fucking makeup item that we need more of. Because you use it so often it runs out in a month

😍❤️‍🔥Thoma❤️‍🔥😍

Honestly? Has no clue what makeup is and has no special feelings towards it

He still calls you gorgeous and stunning and slay the house down Houston the fuck but really just sees it as a hobby of yours that you enjoy

Type of boyfriend to ask you to do his makeup for him even though he’s never done it before

You probably awaken something in him

Just likes listening to you talk about makeup. He has no fucking idea what you’re saying but hearing you explain all the gists of it is just :) to him man

He’s so sappy I can’t fw

☄️🪨Zhongli🪨☄️

Oh fuck you hes a god

Sit down my guy. He’s about to lecture you

Did you fucking know that makeup (future me write some Waco makeup fact)

He’s a god. He’s done makeup. He’s mastered makeup. He’s no bitch

Gives you actually good makeup advice and ideas on looks you can try

Does your makeup for you in the morning he just likes looking at you in general I mean cmon ur gorgeous

His favourite part is doing your eyeshadow and eyeliner. He’s just perfected the method it ALWAYS comes out flawless and Jeff how does he do it man

Another unbothered but happy specimen

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bratkook · 4 years

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rough hands. (m) jjk

pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)

word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)

genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm

warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex

summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past

The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story.

You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.

In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.

“Y/N! Take a shot.” Hoseok shouts out when you step out of the hallway, his head peeking out by the breakfast bar to see you. He’s wearing a simple white tshirt, his colorful tattooed arms on full display as he holds out a shot glass for you to take. As you step closer to grasp it Jungkook’s eyes bulge out at what you’re wearing, he chooses to throw back his shot, letting the burn of tequila take his mind off how hot you looked. Jungkook has had it bad for you for so long, you and Jungkook have ran in the same circle since high school, not exactly friends but there was always a mutual friend linking you two together.

Jeon Jungkook has always been shameless, even at the young age of 16, when his hair was all bangs and the only thing on his mind was bands, shows, and girls. His debauchery only worsened in college when his muscles bulked up and he started experimenting with tattoos, there is nothing horny college girls love more than a man with long black hair and inked sleeves so of course he embraced it.

The social circle you two shared slowly dwindled away after the first year of college as people dropped out, moved out of state or started a career while you finished your schooling. Because of that, you hadn’t really seen or heard much about Jungkook during your last year of college, not sure if he ever finished, dropped out or took a year off. It wasn’t until fate had you responding to a room mate needed ad that lead you to Jung Hoseok and in turn leading you right back to Jeon Jungkook, full circle.

And in that reunion it was made clear that he had stayed exactly the same, the same 16 year old mentality trapped inside a bulked out tattooed man, his new found goal being getting under your skin because he loved seeing you upset.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you grab the shot glass, standing right beside Hoseok as he pours himself yet another shot. He just smirks at you, noticing your added height with the platform shoes you have on, “If you wear those shoes you can get on all the rides at Disney.”

He hides his smile behind the glass, seeing you roll your eyes as you throw back the shot, glaring at him once you swallow it, “Oh shut up, I’m normal sized, it’s not my fault you’re a fucking Titan.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at your comeback, his shoulders nudging Jungkook and seeing him fighting back a smile at your reaction, “Touché.”

The contents of the tequila bottle start to dry out so Hoseok pushes it away, opting for grabbing a cup to start making drinks to pace himself until his friends show up. You have the beginnings of a buzz warming you up, sliding out your phone to see that Rina texted you to come over, wanting to pregame as well before you went out together.

As you start texting her back your ears tune in to the story Jungkook had decided to start telling, reminiscing on the last time they had all gone out to that dive bar. His hands are animated as he tells Hoseok about the drunk girl he had his eyes on, the both of them ending up in the gross bathroom while she gave him a sloppy blowjob, stopping halfway through to puke all over the floor and how it had absolutely wounded his ego. Him and Hoseok are bent over in hysterics as you lock your phone and roll your eyes, like clockwork Jungkook had to start talking about his sexual escapades, “And that’s my cue to fuck off.”

You shove your phone into your tiny side bag as you start to walk away and Jungkook presses his lips together as he realizes once again he said something he shouldn’t have. Hoseok turns to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’ll be more fun than that fetish club you’re into.”

You laugh at him, acting as if he didn’t frequent that club as well, “Is Iseul joining you?”

He frowns at the mention of his girlfriend, getting a little sad that she would in fact not be joining him, “No, she’s got an early shift tomorrow so she cant.”

“Sorry but if she’s not there I’m not interested.” You tease with a shrug, throwing your arm up in a wave before leaving your apartment, the door slamming behind you.

Jungkook instantly sulks once you’re gone, mentally slapping himself for always managing to say stupid shit around you. He couldn’t help himself, the small crush he had spawned in high school when you were still the timid girl that wore band tees two sizes too big, and now that you had matured into this, all leather and stockings and tattoos that rivaled his, that crush had bloomed and with it came plenty of wet dreams and fantasies.

He knew he stuck his foot in his mouth every time you two ended up in the same vicinity but his usual confident and cocky self became a nervous fucking wreck around you. His brain chose to either rile you up with mean jokes or let his mouth run on autopilot. Unfortunately the only two topics programmed in consisted of shit regarding his job as an audio engineer for video games or his raunchy one night stands. More often than not it was the latter, talking about vulgar things made you walk away, if he talked about technical shit that you didn’t know about, it left room for questions from you and more of a chance for him to embarrass himself.

He uncaps the tequila bottle again and tips it back, taking a swig from the bottle and accepting that he’d have to live with annoying you from afar.

Its not until you come home that night, absolutely hammered, while hes there that he gets the first glimpse that maybe his dreams aren’t so far fetched. He’s stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, the buzz of the night having left him a while ago, a bowl of cheerios in his hand that he’s currently shoveling into his mouth when you stumble in, tripping over the doors threshold as you giggle and attempt to shut it quietly as to not wake up Hoseok.

Jungkook smirks with a mouthful of cereal as you press your forehead against the door and double over in hushed laughter, no doubt remembering something stupid that happened earlier. “You okay?” He finally speaks up, scaring you, you whip around in shock and slam your back against the door, a small whimper of pain leaving you as you slide down until your butt meets the floor.

“Oh shit.” He sets his bowl down and goes over to make sure you’re okay, your body is slumped on the floor with your legs sprawled out and he forces himself to just stare at your face, a small frown on it now that you realize how drunk you are. But thanks to that, the usual dont touch me attitude you normally have is missing, letting Jungkook scoop you up by the arms. He swallows as his fingers go down to tug the hem of your dress since it had rode up from you sliding down, his fingers lingering slightly on your thigh.

Your head lolls over now that he’s holding you up and away from the wall, a small smile on your face as you stare at him, your finger coming up to gently prod at the bar he has in the center of his lip, seeing them curl up as well because fuck are you drunk.

Your eyes are having trouble focusing on him with the dim light and the two shots you took just as you left the bar finally settling into your system but you make him out just fine, the weird orange glow coming from the kitchen illuminating him enough for you to see him. “You’re really cute in this lighting.” You slur out.

Jungkook just blushes, not knowing how to respond to you because you complimenting him was not the norm. When your brain decides that your head is far too heavy to hold up it drops back, showing him the expanse of your neck and the beautiful peony you have at the side of it, just under your ear, leading up to the spot where your neck meets your collarbone and Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking of sucking hickeys into the skin there, the purple splotches coloring the blackwork tattoo.

“Wow, you’re sloshed.” He hauls you up, the muscles on his body clearly not being for show as he carries you to your room. He flicks the light on and gently places you on your mattress, hearing you groan in protest but otherwise not moving. His hands start to unbuckle the straps to your shoes, cute leopard print platform heels with the words doll face adorning the toe strap and it was very much you.

They land on your hardwood floor with a loud thud but you don’t register it, your eyes staying shut as you shove your face into your sheets. He opts for leaving you in your dress, shoes were fine but clothing was uncharted territory so he just unfolds the fluffy throw blanket at the edge of your bed and drapes it over you. His hands turn you over until you’re on your side, a stack of pillows at your back so he knows you won’t run the risk of choking on your puke if the situation arises. When he knows you’re no longer at risk of dying he starts to get up, your hands coming to grasp his and it startles him to see your drunk eyes blinking at him softly.

Your lips are moving but he can’t make out what you’re saying so he inches closer, “Huh?”

When hes about a foot away your hands cup his cheeks and bring him in for a quick kiss, the scent of vodka filling his nose as he feels the softness of your lips, “Thank you Jungkookie.” The phrase slurs together in an almost incomprehensible sentence but he hears it as he pulls back, your eyes shutting and your hands dropping and laying limp beside you as you knock out.

Jungkook just stands at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep for a moment before he scurries out to the living room, forgetting about his cereal and collapsing onto the couch to crash, his hands rubbing his eyes almost as if he’s trying to wake himself up from the dream he swears hes in.

His night had been restless, he couldn’t even blame it on sleeping on a couch, he usually did that when he and Hoseok went out and he had to carry his best friend home. No his dreams had consisted of you and that damned latex dress, the small innocent kiss you gave him spurring him on, so he was thankful when he woke up and no longer had to be scared of you walking in on him saying some shit in his sleep.

Hes currently sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with his grey sweats on, one hand tucked behind his head as the other fiddled with his phone, scrolling through instagram and shamelessly rewatching your story for the millionth time. He just couldn’t stop replaying a video of you speaking into the camera, very drunk with a massive smile as you tried to get your friend who was in the background to face the camera, erupting into a laugh that made him smile along.

His finger presses down on his screen, pausing the video as his ears pick up the sound of a bedroom door opening, either Hoseok was up or you were. He wasn’t sure who he was hoping for but when he sees his friend walk out of his room with bedhead he wishes it was you.

Hoseok smacks his lips together a few times, his squinty eyes looking at Jungkook as he smiles, “How’d those jäger shots treat you?”

Jungkook laughs as he recalls Hoseok egging everyone on to take more of them, sitting up and ruffling his wavy hair, “I can still bounce back as quick as I did when I was 16.”

Hoseok just groans, his palm rubbing his forehead, “Wait until you hit 26.” He waddled into the kitchen and begins rummaging around, the sound of pills shaking in a container being a telltale sign that Hoseok desperately needed advil.

“Hungry?” He calls out and Jungkook hums in response, he was very hungry, he hadn’t wanted to get up and make himself food since last time he did he had mistakenly used up the last of your oat milk and you had been furious, tossing the empty carton at his head when you had tried to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “You cool with pancakes?”

“Dude you could give me a still frozen eggo waffle and I’d be grateful.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at his statement, pots and pans clanking together as he sets up and Jungkook winces, your bedroom shared a wall with the kitchen so it was only a matter of time until the noise woke you up.

It takes roughly 15 minutes of Hoseok chatting and the noise of the mixer to stir you from your sleep. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are pulsing from your headache when you fully awake, pushing yourself up from your bed you’re confused as to how you even got into it. The black dress you wore dug into your skin, the straps leaving deep imprints in your shoulders from the way you slept.

“What the hell.” You moan out, rolling your neck and staring down at the mountain of pillows that were laid out in a specific shape. Had Hoseok hauled your ass to bed last night?

The muffled sounds of chatter start back up, the smell of pancakes slipping under the crack in your door and you grin, hoping Hoseok had added chocolate chips into the mix.

Pancakes were a necessity right now, your stomach felt hollow and from past experiences if you waited too long to eat after drinking all night your hangover would last way longer, so you stand up, your sore feet aching as you shuffle to your drawers and pull out comfortable clothes.

When your door creaks open Jungkook stops talking, his fork staying impaled in the pancakes as the sound of your feet padding on the hardwood floor gets closer. Hes sat on the tall barstool facing the breakfast bar, Hoseok stood on the other side of it, both of them in the middle of eating when you finally show yourself.

Your eyes zero in on Jungkook and you frown, hes sitting shirtless, half of his back and side facing you, letting you see the swirls of black ink that cover the majority of his body. Your eyes follow the dragon that starts on his shoulder, tracing the head all the way down as its body curves and twists until the tail peaks away under the hem of his sweats, but you can’t drool over him, no matter how delicious he looked so you opt for being a brat.

“Don’t you have a home?”

Hoseok chokes on his laughter, seeing Jungkooks cheeks redden as he stares back at his plate. Did you not remember planting one on him last night? You were very drunk but c’mon, could the universe throw him a bone for once.

“Here, your stacks are over there, chocolate chips and all.” Hoseok flicks behind him, your gaze following and seeing the plate of pancakes with your name written all over it. The smile you have contrasts deeply with the look you had just given Jungkook, you were a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes.

You walk into the kitchen space and fix yourself up a plate, scooping out some of the leftover eggs in the pan and choosing to stand next to Hobi instead of sitting beside Jungkook. You’re both crammed on the small counter space beside the sink, the two of you had never gotten around to buying a dining table and always suffered the consequences so you always managed.

You lift up the plate to your nose and inhale, sighing in appreciation, “Hoseok, Iseul is one lucky lady. Why hasn’t she put a ring on it yet?” You tease, setting the plate down and grabbing the syrup bottle to drown your pancakes in the sticky goodness.

Jungkook is blatantly staring at your plate in disgust, his eyes looking between his plate and your own, your pancakes covered in the thick syrup, the excess dripping off and pooling into your eggs.

“Jesus what.” You snap, setting the bottle down rather aggressively, sending him daggers as his face scrunches up at your food.

“Thats fucking disgusting.”

“You like your pancakes bone dry, I don’t fucking judge you so don’t judge me. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re choking on your dry ass food.”

Hoseok just stands there as he eats his eggs, a stupid smirk on his face as you banter like children. It’s always entertaining for him, he wishes he could record every interaction because you and Jungkook were the same person, the same sick sense of humor and quick drags made for some interesting comebacks.

He can see Jungkook getting increasingly flustered as you both continue shooting insults at each other about breakfast food, the dreaded oat milk fiasco being brought up and when you point your fork at Jungkook threateningly thats when Hoseok steps in as referee. “Alright, alright children enough!”

He raises his arms up, silencing you both and forcing you to drop your makeshift weapon, “Jungkook, you know the oat milk scandal is a sensitive subject so minus 10 points for bringing it up.” Jungkook glares when you poke your tongue out at him, “And Y/N, Jungkooks right, you drowning your shit in syrup is disgusting so minus 15 points for that.” And now Jungkook is grinning at you mockingly, enjoying the shock on your face as you look at Hoseok, calling him a traitor and picking up your plate to go eat in your room since no one fucking appreciates me in this stupid house!

When your door slams shut Jungkook chuckles, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he shakes his head and resumes eating his breakfast. Hoseok holds his coffee cup next to his lip as he stares at his friend, “You two fight like a married couple.”

Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, scoffing and rolling his eyes, “She’s just annoying.”

Hoseok hums, nodding along like he believes Jungkook, “Ah, so are we both still pretending you don’t have it bad for her?”

That gets a real reaction from the younger boy, his eyes darting to the wall that you share with the kitchen before glaring back at his friend, “Dude!” He whines, his shoulders sagging, “Do you want her to hear you?” Hoseok just cackles, grabbing his dishes and placing them in the sink to start washing them. Jungkook just continues grumbling to himself, his fork clanking against the plate as he stabs his pancakes aggressively.

“Give yourself some credit Kook, she doesn’t hate you like you think she does.” Jungkook found that hard to believe, your morning greeting of accusing him of being homeless due to him always being at your place showed him how you really felt, but last night was the first time he had felt like maybe deep down you thought he was cute enough to kiss.

“Last night,” he starts off, setting his fork down, “she came home at like 4am totally wasted, I don’t even know how she managed to climb the stairs up to the front door. I carried her to bed and she uh, she kissed me.” He whispers the last part, his eyes glancing at the shared wall again, praying you were listening to music and not hearing this conversation.

Hoseok shuts off the faucet, whipping around with wide eyes, “Huh? Like coherently kissed you with tongue down your throat or like drunk peck kissed you?”

“The second one.”

The expression on Hoseoks face doesn’t comfort Jungkook, he’s pouting in sympathy, “I mean, she kisses Iseul with tongue and everything-”

“Okay but-wait what?” Jungkook stops himself from interrupting further, his interested piqued in hearing about you and Hoseok’s girlfriend making out. It was a regular occurrence, if you both got drunk enough the compliments began and before Hoseok knew it you and his girlfriend were swapping spit and then acting like nothing happened as you entered the dance floor.

His friend rolls his eyes at the look Jungkook throws at him, “Yeah, I think Iseul loves her more than me.”

“Okay well tell her to get in fucking line.” Jungkook jokes, “But no, she kissed me last night and considering she doesn’t like me within her bubble it has to mean something right?”

Hoseok pats his hands dry as he approaches the breakfast bar again, Jungkook looks unsure, his teeth nibbling on his lip piercing as he stares at him. The conversation had switched over drastically from Jungkook pretending he wouldn’t lay his body across a puddle of water for you to cross, now he looked like a nervous teenager that didn’t want to get rejected by his crush.

“I don’t know dude, you’re gonna have to say something to find out.”

Hoseok knew more than he would ever tell Jungkook, you had openly confessed to wanting to climb him like a tree only if he wore a muzzle a few months back so Hoseok knew Jungkook had a chance at least. The only issue was he wasn’t sure just sleeping with you would be enough for his friend, the crush he had been harboring was too strong for a one night stand and he wasn’t convinced you’d want the same so Hoseok kept his mouth shut, letting you two figure it out.

He tried his best to make it so you two would be around each other, always inviting Jungkook over or inviting you out with them but Jungkook never did himself any favors, he needed you guys to hang out in a different environment that didn’t require loud music and other girls so when his girlfriend suggests taking a weekend trip to her family’s lake cabin he doesn’t think twice before inviting you to join.

The weather lately had been miserable, the highs skyrocketing into the 100s so you didn’t hesitate to say yes, on the condition that you could bring your best friend with you just in case the rest of Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

When the day comes you and your friend have to leave a few hours after the rest of the group does, having to wait for Rina to get off her short morning shift before you embark on the 2 hour drive. So walking into the cabin you’re met with some unfamiliar faces staring back at you from their place on the couch. You give a wave, spotting Iseul on a lounger, she smiles widely and hops up, bounding over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“Yay, you made it!” She pulls back and greets Rina, standing beside you both and gesturing to the full room. “Guys this is Y/N and Rina.” They all wave back as she starts to introduce them in order, Jimin had red hair and a nose ring, Yoongi had grey hair and a rose tattoo on his hand, The last one to be introduced is Taehyung, brown hair and a wide smile, giving you and your friend a wave. Jungkook and Hoseok give you a wave as well, no introductions needed for them.

Due to your late arrival all the rooms have already been decided on, Jimin and Yoongi lucking out with securing the master suite but you and Rina had no complaints, grateful to have even been invited.

Now that introductions were out of the way and everyone was here Hoseok announces that hes gonna start up the grill outside to make some food. Everyone gets up to start assisting but you and Rina head back out to haul your bags in along with the alcohol and groceries you bought.

The weather is humid and gross, your skin tacky with sweat so you’re wearing the least amount of clothing you can. Already in a stringy gray bikini, a loose cut up tank top and the shortest shorts Jungkook has ever seen on you. Your tattoos on full display, the florals that cover your entire left arm, reaching your shoulder, he follows them up and over his eyes glued to the bold lines on your back that peek out when your shirt moves.

When you bend over to set down the box of drinks he stares at your ass, trailing down the soft skin of your thighs that were bare compared to the rest of your body. Tae elbows him harshly, “So thats Y/N I’m assuming?”

Jungkook grunts in response, swallowing when he sees you pull your hair up, exposing your neck and that tattoo he desperately wants to mark up, “You ever gonna make a move?”

“I don’t have the balls.”

Tae hums, “Great, well I do so see ya.” He slaps his arm and Jungkook thinks hes joking until Taehyung actually makes his way over to you, offering to help carry your bag to your room upstairs. The grateful smile you give him makes Jungkooks face twitch, you only ever smiled at him like that when you were wasted

Taehyung wasn’t actually going to hit on you, he wasn’t a cruel friend. He was just going to flirt harmlessly, give Jungkook a reason to fucking make a move. Rina is all giggles as she watches you follow Tae up the stairs, pointing towards the room you had been assigned.

As he walks in front of you, making friendly conversation you take the time to stare at him. It seems all of Jung Hoseoks friends were fucking god sent, Tae’s fluffy brown hair and kind eyes were easy to warm up to, his style more toned down than Jungkooks, only a few minimal tattoos scattered on his arms.

He sets your bag down on the bed and turns to you with his hands on his hips, “Thank you.” You mutter out, walking over to the window and shutting the blinds slightly to stop the sun from beating into the room and warming it up further.

“Yeah no problem, have you ever been here before?” He asks, making himself comfy on your bed.

“No, never. Super glad to finally have a friend who can say they have a lake house though.”

He agrees whole heartedly, the both of you making your way back out of the room and into the dining room to try to see what you could help out with.

It only takes less than a hour for everyone to gather around the table, munching on their hamburgers and hotdogs as you listen to Hoseok, Yoongi and Iseul talking about the summers they used to spend here during high school, all of them having grown up together.

“You two went to high school together also right?” Iseul speaks up when the laughter dies down, her fingers pointing between you and Jungkook. She smirks to herself when she sees the look on Jungkook’s face, swatting Hoseoks hand away from her side as he tries to pinch her for putting the two of you on the spot, he knows what shes up to.

“Oh, yeah we did.” You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to high school and all the cringeworthy things that happened. “Had a lot of mutual friends but uh, we didn’t have lake house summer hangouts like you guys did. The closest we got was backyard house shows during the summer that reeked of B.O.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh, nodding along as he remembers the shows your group would end up at. The group you had was a pretty huge on, all of the kids in your grade that liked the same music tended to bunch together and do things as a herd so even though you technically went to shows together it wasn’t one on one.

“Wait, do you remember that show the summer after high school where I dove off the stage–“

“Your dumbass always did that.”

He waves you off, determined to tell the story he sort of remembered, “I know, but this time all I remember was jumping off and then waking up with everyone huddled around me trying to call an ambulance.”

Your eyes widen as you recall the exact day he was talking about, it was a typical backyard show with too many underaged kids getting drunk off beer. Everything was set up like it normally was, a makeshift stage and amps against the brick wall with a small crowd huddled around it. The only difference was this house had a pool, an empty one, and although everyone had been cautioned to stay away, once people got hammered nothing mattered.

The crowd surrounding the stage was teetering close to the edge of the pool so you and your friend at the time chose to watch from the sidelines, and thats when a very drunk 17 year old Jungkook hopped onto the stage, wobbling onto the top of the drum kit and catapulting himself into the crowd. They had managed to catch him and started crowd surfing him back, right into the empty pool. Jungkook had been tossed into the deep end, head first and you had seen it all happen.

“There was so much fucking blood.” You shiver as you recall the group of you running into the pool to make sure he was alive. He had managed to bust his head open and as you saw him with blood dripping down his head you realized then that you really didn’t dislike him as much as you claimed you did because you really didn’t want him to die.

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs loudly, morbidly recalling how his friends had told him to go to the hospital in fear that he had a concussion or needed stitches and even though he said he was fine he was lowkey scared to sleep that night and not wake up the morning after.

Everyone laughs along, enjoying the way Jungkook turns a traumatic story into casual conversation. When Jimin asks what he did after he gained consciousness Jungkook just smirks as he drinks the last of his beer before shrugging, “I drank some more and got back into the crowd.”

You just cover your face in second hand embarrassment at the memory, a few laughs slipping out because yeah it had been slightly traumatic but also kinda funny.

“Have you changed much since high school?” You lift your head and see Taehyung had addressed his question to you and Jungkook chuckles under his breath, remembering your quiet demeanor.

It wasn’t until college that you came out of your shell, gaining confidence and experimenting with your fashion and hair colors, the tattoos covering your body increasing quickly. But Jungkook could say your personality has stayed the same, sure you were no longer timid, quick to bite back now but the personality he had found himself latching onto had stayed the same. Even when you two distanced yourselves he always thought of you, he liked to think it was fate that had you and him both knowing Hoseok.

“Definitely, for the better though.” Jungkook eyes his friend like a hawk, the small smirk on his face as he stares at you from across the table, making eye contact for a second before looking back at you. Jungkook sees the way you lean on the table, your cheeks tinting when you see the way he stares at you.

“I’d love to see photos, ya know, to compare.” The laugh you let out has Jungkook sulking. Taehyung was charming, all the girls flocking to him and usually Jungkook was the same but he turned into a jackass around you.

Hoseok sees his sulking friend and claps his hands to get everyones attention, “Alright I’m sure we’re all still sober enough to not fucking drown, lets go swim. I’m melting.”

Rina heads to the room to change since she was still in her work uniform so you wait for her on the back deck, resting on the porch rail and watching as they haul over fold out chairs and floaties to the water.

If you thought Hoseoks friends were hot fully clothed seeing them all taking their shirts off left you speechless, you stand with a wine cooler in your hand as one by one they start undressing. The only ones missing were Tae and Jungkook, both of them having been put on clean up duty.

“I wish this was a brazzers video and I was getting railed by all of them.” Your friend sighs as she pops up beside you and you just nod along, the two of you wiggling your eyebrows at each other.

“You coming?” Taehyung speaks up behind you, smiling to himself from having heard your friends statement and you two jump, your friend scattering away and saving herself from further embarrassment, she had her eyes set on Yoongi so thats who she was currently warming up to.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, taking in his shirtless body, his toned chest out in the sun like the golden god he was and then out comes Jungkook, his long black hair pushed off his face, fully shirtless in black swim trunks. As he stands next to Taehyung your mouth waters at the sight of both of them, Taehyung’s shoulders were wider than Jungkooks but the black and grey art work spanned across both of his arms and chest, leading to his back is definitely your type.

He catches you staring and smiles to himself, making a show of stretching his arm out to wrap around Taehyungs shoulders, shaking up his body, “Race you in?”

When he looks at you too you gulp down the last bit of your drink, setting down the bottle and slipping out of your clothes, not giving them a second glance as you scream out “Go!” and take off.

The dirt you run on slightly burns your feet and when you hear Jungkook and Taehyung catching up you scream, urging your legs to pick up the pace.

“Loser has to skinny dip!” Taehyung adds on to the rules, enjoying the annoyed look Jungkook sends his way, he knew what Taehyung was doing so he lurches forward until he’s right behind you.

You scream again when large tattooed arms wrap around you and haul you up and over their shoulder in a flash. You register that it’s Jungkook when you peak up and see Taehyung struggling to keep up, how Jungkook was able to carry you while also beating him had him baffled.

Jungkook would be damned if you had to strip in front of his friend so he feels no remorse, a smile stretching across his face when he hears you laughing, his hands are wrapped around your thighs just below your butt and he’s tempted to smack it but the cold water of the lake splashing onto his legs snaps him out of it.

“Fuck!” You screech as Jungkook enters the lake, the freezing water shocking you and he laughs again, sliding you off his shoulder to stand up on the lake bed.

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold.” He shivers next to you, dunking his head into the water before popping back up, his labret piercing glimmering in the sun.

Taehyung makes a show of splashing his way in, the water spraying everywhere and it has you shielding your face with a laugh, “Fucking cheater, is this your plan to see me naked Jungkookie?”

Jungkook smacks the water, the droplets spraying across Taehyungs face but he embraces it, laying back to float on the water with a smile, “No one said anything about getting naked until you spoke up, just say you wanna show off your monster cock and go.” He jokes, hearing Taehyung explode into laughter, choking slightly on the water as his head slips under from laughing.

You roll your eyes at the topic of dicks, “I don’t have a monster cock, unless you’re into that.” Taehyung teases you, trying to get further under Jungkook’s skin

“I could be.” You play along, it was now Jungkooks turn to roll his eyes, sinking further into the water until only his eyes were visible, could he drown himself here? He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come back up for air considering your eyes were glued to his friend. Jungkook was going to fucking strangle Hoseok for inviting him.

His eyes drift over to the right, seeing Hoseok, Iseul, Yoongi & Rina taking turns jumping off of it while Jimin floats on a flamingo floatie a few feet away. He starts to paddle his way over, not hearing any protest from you or his friend just reassures him that he made the right choice.

When Taehyung deems Jungkook is far enough he calls you closer, “Wanna know a secret?” That piques your interest, inching towards him with a curious face, “What if I told you I know someone who has a massive heart on for you.”

“Heart on?”

He laughs again, raking his hair off his face and nodding at you, “Yeah heart on, like a boner but for your heart.”

Note to self, yes all of Jung Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

“I would tell you that I hope the person you say isn’t secretly married with kids.”

He floats onto his back again, his arms lazily paddling him to circle around you, “Oh no, our Jungkookie is definitely single.” He brings one hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to have slipped up.

“So what you’re saying is you don’t wanna fuck me?”

Your response is not one he expects but the way he bursts into laughter makes you smile, you had caught on to Taehyung’s antics, noting how he was friendly when you two were alone and only amped his flirting when Jungkook was present. You weren’t sure why he was using you to irritate Jungkook but if what he said was true it surprised you.

His loud laugh draws everyones attention and he rights himself up as to not choke on water again, “Like a brazzers video was it?” He teases, “He told me about your little smooch a few weeks ago.”

“Im sorry our little what?”

He wipes the water off his face, “Yeah, you came home drunk as fuck and he took you to bed and your predator ass planted one on him, with no consent. Shame on you.”

You splash water onto him, Jungkook sees it from his spot on the pier, a scowl on his face at seeing you acting playful with his friend, blissfully unaware that he was the topic of your discussion.

“Can you please grow a pair and tell her you love her.” Iseul moans out when she sees the look on the youngests face.

“Wait what?” Your friend asks and Jungkook turns around to give Iseul and Hoseok an exasperated look, “Seriously?”

Iseul just shrugs from her spot sat on the wood, not giving a damn about outing his crush in front of your friend and Hoseok just smiles, his foot planting on the center of Iseuls back and giving her a shove until she screams as she gets pushed into the water, beer bottle and all. He gives Jungkook a highfive until Iseul pops back up, her eyes full of rage as she holds up her ruined drink, “Jung Hoseok what the fuck!”

“Sorry babe, you kinda deserved it.”

Rina nudges Jungkook with her knee, her face making it very clear that Jungkook needs to fess up before she very loudly called you over. He sighs and hauls himself up until he’s standing and even though he’s towering over her Rinas face doesn’t soften, “Stop staring at me like that.” He grunts, “I just have a crush on her, its not like I confessed to something despicable.”

She crosses her hands over her chest as she stares at you and Taehyung still talking in the water and she can tell you’re not into him, you were both playful but she knew you very well, your flirting tactics not coming out to play with Taehyung but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice this. She also knew that you’d secretly bend over for Jungkook if he ever asked but he didn’t have to know that right now, “Well you better say something cause it looks like your buddys making more progress in one day than you have the entire time you’ve known her.”

He groans in annoyance again, flicking water droplets at her face and deciding he was over this conversation, walking back to the cabin, not caring that he was dripping water everywhere.

You see him stalking away looking pissed off and Taehyung smirks, after coming to terms with the fact that you had in fact kissed Jeon Jungkook it only took a few more minutes of talking for you to also start confessing to not exactly being opposed to sleeping with him as well. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, “I swear to god if you don’t follow him I will be offended. No ones telling you to bang him, just talk because he swears you hate him.”

When you turn to glare at him he spits water at you until you’re relenting, “Fine, but if this is some sick prank I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”

“Ooh kinky.” He winks at you, laughing and beginning to paddle away when you turn and start wading out of the water. The sun beats on your back as you step out of the cold water, and you’re tempted to just go back and act like your conversation with Taehyung never happened but you’re curious now.

When you reach the back porch you hose yourself down, getting rid of any of the mud you trudged over before patting yourself dry with the towel you laid over the porch railing.

From the pier Iseul is pulling herself back up, announcing that she was about to go inside but Hoseok grabs her, all of them noticing you following Jungkook, “Fuck no, Y/N and Jungkook are the only ones in the house.”

She lets Hoseok keep his arms wrapped around her and smiles, crediting herself for being the one to push you two together and Hoseok groans, attempting to push her back into the water but she latches onto him, making them both tumble in with a splash.

You shut out their screams when you step into the house and close the sliding door, entering the kitchen and spotting Jungkook stood against the island, one of your wine coolers held against his lips. When he sees you staring at it he pulls it away quickly, “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before grabbing one.” The last thing he needed was another oat milk fiasco.

You just shrug as you approach the island, resting your body against the granite across from him, “Nah, help yourself. Whats got your panties in a bunch?”

He sets the bottle down softly as he watches you, your hands clasped together, stretched out in front of you as you bent over the counter innocently. His teeth tug at the bar in the center of his lip, his inky strands covering his eyes but you can see his gaze peeking through, “Did I ever do anything to you for you to dislike me this much?”

You straighten up at his question, a frown tugging at your lips, you didn’t dislike him, you found him immature and he liked to push your buttons on purpose but you knew he was harmless. Obviously Jungkook didn’t know this considering Taehyung had just told you he thinks you hate him. “What, Jungkook I don’t dislike you?”

He scoffs, taking a swig of his drink with his brows raised, not believing you in the slightest, “Then why are you so mean to me when ever I’m around you.”

“Because you’re mean to me! You always say shit to get under my skin.”

Jungkook laughs at that, pushing his hair back and tossing the empty bottle into the paper bag set up on the counter, “Yeah because you’re easy to annoy.”

Your arms stretch out at his statement, “And so are you, you don’t see me moping like a baby. Besides I didn’t do anything to you out there so don’t try to pin your bad attitude on me today.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out a water bottle instead before turning back around and staring at you, “Really, you didn’t do anything?”

You glare right back at him, walking around to meet him and snatch the water bottle out of his hands, call it even for him taking one of your wine coolers. “Please enlighten me on how I managed to ruin your day by not saying a word to you.”

Between you two running into the lake until he paddled away the only exchange you had was a curse word & Jungkook acknowledging the freezing water, where could you have possibly pissed him off.

He chooses on foregoing grabbing another water, his hands crossing over his chest, the muscles bulging out at the action but you force yourself to look away, “You objectifying my friend and talking about his monster cock isn’t you doing anything?”

You freeze from drinking the water, your cheeks ballooning out as you keep it in your mouth because what the fuck. Objectifying? You swallow the liquid, full on laughing now, theres no way he’s being serious. “You were the one that brought up his dick, are you dense?”

Okay, you had him there but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that easy, “Sure and you kept it going.”

You laugh louder at that, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and tossing it at his chest lightly, smirking when you see him scramble to catch it, “The amount of times I’ve had to hear unwarranted stories about your dick in or around someone is fine but me joking with Taehyung is crossing a line?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, his mind repeating what everyone has been telling him all day. Tell her you jackass. “Yes because it fucking sucks hearing that shit from you.” He bites his tongue, stopping himself from blurting out the most important part, but his statement is enough to get you to believe what Taehyung had said earlier. Did Jungkook actually have a heart on for you?

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Yes.” He admits almost immediately, his response catching you both off guard, but the smirk on your face only gets bigger. Jungkook is wary of your reaction, not exactly fond of the way you look like you just caught your prey. When you reach out, your fingers gently touching his shoulders his wariness only deepens.

“Why would you be jealous about me wanting to fuck your friend?” Jungkook says nothing, your fingers continuing to trail up and down his shoulders softly and he likes the feeling of you touching him, wanting to lean into your touch but he’s not sure if you’re fucking with him or not. “Who knew all it would take was one kiss for Jeon Jungkook to get possessive.”

He blanches at your sentence, “Wait you remember?”

“Of course I do,” you lie, not wanting to tell him that Taehyung had been the one to remind you. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he admitted to something. The typical Jungkook you were used to was the one who went to bars and clubs and managed to score a handful of girls numbers before taking one home, the countless stories you’ve heard being proof of that. The Jungkook stood in front of you did not live up to the reputation you had seen.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I mean you were wasted so I just didn’t think you’d remember...” he trails off, unconsciously stepping back until hes pressed against the fridge.

“You wanna refresh my memory?” You’re half teasing him, half serious, enjoying seeing Jungkook looking like he’s about to explode.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the sliding door making you take a big step back before looking over. Jimin had his head peeking through the opening, a small grimace on his face as he realizes he interrupted something, “Sorry, we’re gonna go tubing if you guys wanna join.”

Jungkook hopes you say no because he can’t find the balls to speak up but you nod instead, turning to face Jungkook again, “Maybe later then.” Is all you say before turning around and following Jimin back out to the lake.

He watches you leave, bending over the island and groaning into the granite, where had that come from and why was he kinda into the way you spoke to him? Jungkook stands back up, taking a gulp of his water and following after you and Jimin.

Even when you’re all gathered on the boat, Rina being dragged in a giant circle tube beside Yoongi the both of them screaming, he can’t get your conversation out of him mind. His eyes focused in on seeing you laughing hysterically as you record your friend, a smile spreading across his face because your laugh is contagious.

When you hop onto the tube next, dragging Taehyung with you to further egg Jungkook on, Jimin slides over beside Jungkook and sighs, “Sorry about barging in earlier.” Jungkook just shakes his head, telling him not to worry about it, he didn’t mind it. Your words had spurred him on and all he wanted to do now was rip off that lifejacket you wore and take you in front of his friends but he knew no one would appreciate it.

Later in the night everyone gathers inside and does their own thing, a few people playing board games while you retreat into your room, feeling sluggish from the water and sun so you sleep through the dinner everyone eats.

When you finally emerge from the room, your hair damp from your shower you find the living room dimly lit and empty, the clock above the stove letting you know it was 9 at night. There was two plates left out on the counter, wrapped in foil and you knew it was meant for you. As you near it you see the scrap of paper next to it, Iseul’s handwriting standing out.

Left on a hike to go stargazing, text us when its clear to come back.

You frown at the message, what did she mean by that?

Regardless you peel back the foil and smile at the food she had left for you, popping it into the microwave and picking yourself up to hop onto the counter as you wait.

When you slip your phone out and start to scroll through your socials the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs scares you, your eyes flicking up and seeing Jungkook trudging down, a baggy crew neck on him and his face looking flushed from the sun hitting it.

“You didn’t go on the hike?” You ask as he approaches you slowly, his face looks sleepy and you can tell he also took a nap from the way his eyes blink at you lazily.

“Hike?” He rasps out, his hand ruffling up his already messy hair, a small frown on his face from the foggy feeling he still had from just waking up.

“Yeah,” you hum, pulling out your plate and starting to eat it on the counter, “they left on a hike or something. Theres a plate there if you haven’t already eaten.”

He looks at where you’re pointing and he smiles when he sees it, his eyes also spotting the note left and skimming it. His friends were such instigators.

He lingers behind you, torn between eating or doing something to you. You’re hunched over the counter, your legs rocking you against it as you happily much on some of the roasted potatoes. His eyes lingered on your legs, your skin still exposed in a loose pair of cotton shorts, a baggy tshirt hanging off your shoulder and letting him see the tattoo of a bee hovering over a sunflower.

You can feel him stood behind you and you freeze, looking over your shoulder at him with your brows raised, “Why are you standing like that?”

He shakes his head, relaxing the stiff way he stood and leaning against the counter instead, flicking his hair out of his face as you keep staring at him. “Just thinking about what you said earlier.”

You pop a piece of chicken in your mouth as you hum, “What did I say?” pretending to act confused, a smirk curling up on your lip when you see the deadpan look he give you as he pushes off the counter.

The nervous Jungkook from earlier is gone, the shock from you egging him on earlier had passed and it just solidified that he wanted to have you. “About me refreshing your memory of our little rendezvous.”

You laugh at his term, setting your fork down to fully turn to him, “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

He smirks at you, now standing a foot away from you, your back pressed against the counter as you craned your head up to stare at him, “Among other things.”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to cup under your chin gently, “I’d like to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you’re crying. If you’re into that.” He smiles at the small gasp you let out, your eyes gleaming with desire at his words. You had thought you had the one up on him earlier but his change was a welcomed one, you wanted to experience the Jungkook you had heard about, rough and cocky.

You rest back onto your elbows as you stare at him, letting his thumb rub under your lip, “Oh really? Are you all talk?”

Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands to cage you between him and the counter, his head dropping down a bit until your noses nudged together. “No, I always deliver.”

You don’t get a chance to respond, his head tilting slightly until your lips are together, the cold bar of his piercing pressing against you. Jungkook feels you relax into the kiss, glad that you weren’t pushing him away like he always swore you would. When he tests the water, gently licking his way into your mouth you groan, your hands coming up to clutch onto his sweater to tug him closer until his leg is between yours.

Kissing Jungkook felt natural, maybe it was the pent of sexual frustration you two had apparently had with one another but you just wanted to get to it. You drop one hand to trail down his thigh, palming his growing erection through his sweats.

He groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against your, his soft breaths hitting your face as you continue to stroke him. “Feel that?” He hums softly, “Just wanna fuck you.”

You laugh gently, kissing his neck and feeling him roll his hips into your grasp, “How are you supposed to make me cry when you’re this needy?” Your teeth nip his skin, his hips stuttering when you do.

Jungkook just chuckles, the sound continuing when he trails his own hand down until hes dipping into waistband of your shorts, his fingers coming into contact with the wet spot on your underwear, “Keep it up.” He warns, “I’ll remember that in a bit.”

Your hands tighten their hold on him when he pushes your underwear aside to touch you directly, his fingers teasing your skin softly until he’s rolling your clit in a tantalizing manner. When you drop your head back and glare at him he just smiles, “Who’s needy now?”

“Still not crying.” You bite back.

Jungkook looks at you with his brows raised, new set determination on his face as he nods, stepping back from you and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your legs in a flash.

The cool air inside hits your wet folds and you gasp, kicking your discarded clothing aside on the floor and letting him drop to his knees in front of you. His long hair falls in front of his eyes, his hands grasping the top of your thighs to slide your legs apart with a grin.

He can see you wanting to speak up so he beats you to the punch, his nose nudging into your clit as he teasingly dips his tongue in between your folds to lick a broad stripe up. You let out a shuddered laugh, your hands reaching down to tangle in his head when he spreads you open with his fingers and starts to eat you out like a man starved.

Your eyes shut, your head falling back at a particular hard suck he gives your clit, his tongue going back to circle around your entrance to lap up your wetness. He groans at the taste of you, your hands tugging at his hair when he falls into a rhythm that has you quivering.

He slips two fingers into you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him moan in anticipation of how you would feel around his cock.

Just like Jungkook is in every aspect of his life, he’s shameless in the way he pleasures you, the sounds of him slurping against you in combination with his fingers thrusting into you has you hurdling towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit.

You rest your weight on your elbow behind you, feeling your legs start to tremble and Jungkook notices, his arm wrapping around your thigh to help stabilize you. He can’t even get himself to gloat at having you fall apart this quickly, instead he enjoys you rolling your hips into his face, tugging his hair hard, your inner walls spasming as you reach your climax.

“Oh fuck.” You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body is lit up, Jungkooks tongue continuing to flick your clit as you cum, his fingers slowing down slightly as you come down.

He can hear you breathing harshly, your fingers gently raking through his hair while he gives your pussy one last kiss before hes standing back up. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal, his hand tugs up his shirt to wipe at his face, peeling it off his body and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“You’re not crying but its a start.” He mumbles out, his eyes trailing over your face as you stare at him fucked out. His talk was true, the small tidbits you’ve heard of him being able to make girls cum in record time hadn’t been a lie to boost his ego.

You look between you both, seeing his cock tenting in his sweats and you smile as you reach your hand into them, wrapping around his heavy length. He sees how your eyes widen at his size, you can tell he’s big and you haven’t even properly seen it yet.

When you tug them off you marvel at his size, big dicks would forever be your weakness and of course he’d have one. “I really wanna suck your dick,” you start, a small smile creeping up on your face as you give his cock a small pump, “but I’m not trying to barf my dinner up on the floor. Can’t have two girls puking over your dick in your lifetime right?” You knew his dick would make you choke and if you hadn’t just eaten you wouldn’t care, but barfing was definitely not a kink of yours.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips, “You’re the worst.” He shuts his eyes as you both start to chuckle. Jungkook doesn’t care, he was trying to make you cry, he didn’t need to have his dick sucked to do that.

“Its not just my height thats Titan size huh.” He jokes, laughing harder when you release his dick and groan, your faux annoyance being shown when you let him slide your shirt off of you, his hands coming up to cup your exposed breasts.

“No, I am not calling your dick Titan sized.”

“Oh no?” He asks, stepping closer until his length is pressed between your folds, a slow thrust starting that has you groaning, “This Titan dick can make you feel real good though.” He can barely utter out the sentence until he’s laughing again, burying his head into your neck at how stupid he sounded.

“You’re insufferable, I swear if you have an attack on titan fantasy I am walking away.” He lets out a playful whine, his mouth latching onto that tattoo he always wanted to kiss, his tongue softly licking at the skin as he sucks it, pulling back and humming when he sees the purple splotch in between the petals of the peony.

“I’m not that big of a weeb, can still make you feel good tho.” He mutters giving your lips another kiss, feeling you smile against him, your hands pushing him back by the chest.

You turn around, bending over the counter and shaking your hips slightly, “Show me.”

He bites his lip, his eyes staring at the slick coating your pussy, trailing down your thighs and he feels his dick twitch, not needing to be told twice. Jungkook presses his length against you, rutting between your folds, the both of you sighing as he coats his dick in your wetness.

“Remember, I wanna see you crying.” Is all he says before he’s pushing into you, the tip of him slipping in and he marvels at the way you spread around his girth as he thrusts further into you, a small moan leaving you when he bottoms out.

You wanna tell him that you won’t be crying tonight but the way he fills you up has you seeing stars, his dick nudging all the right spots inside of you so all you can do is tighten your walls around him and gasp for him to move.

Jungkook grasps your hips, his thumb tracing the outline of your back tattoo as he pulls back and starts a slow pace, determined to find the rhythm that has you falling apart.

When your hands grip the counter in front of you, helplessly trying to find purchase, your fingers knock into your dinner plate and swipe it into the sink beside you but you don’t register the noise and Jungkook grins when he hears the loud moan coming from you when he dick hits the back wall of your cervix.

You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, so the feel of his thick cock stretching you open has you keening, your hips rutting back to meet his thrusts that have grown in speed, “Who’s needy now huh?” He grunts out, loving the sound of your skin slapping together, “Trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe you should do all the work then.”

When his hips still you whimper, twisting your head around to see him giving you an evil smirk, “Go on.” He urges, guiding your hips with his hands to get your started.

A heavy sigh fills the air as your hands press firmly onto the counter to ground yourself as you start to rock back onto him, a slow start until your need to cum again takes over and you speed up your movements.

“Good girl.” He praises, his hand reaching forward to push your hair over your shoulder, his hand trailing down your spine until it reaches your ass, his hand palming your flesh as he groans when he locks into the view of his dick, seeing the way you’re creaming on it.

The sweetest moans reach his ears, he can feel the way your velvety walls tighten around him further, “Fuck Jungkook.” You moan out, you can feel the sweat building up on your skin from exertion and he takes sympathy on you, knowing you want to cum again.

He leans over a presses a kiss against your shoulder before he takes over again, resuming the brutal pace he was pounding you with earlier and you sigh in relief, fully slumping forward and letting him have his way with you.

“You feel so good Jungkookie.” You breathe out and he smiles as he lets his hand slip around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again and the contact has you moaning again. His rough hands helping you reach your peek again, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t plan on it, loving the way you’re clamping down on him and mumbling nonsense into the cool granite, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

With a few more thrusts you’re falling apart, pressing your forehead against the counter and moaning his name out louder than you thought was possible. Your friends made a good call vacating the house because there was no way you’d be able to keep quiet.

“Thats it.” He coos, pulling his hand away from your clit without slowing down his pace. Your legs felt like jello, glad you had a place to rest on while he continued to jackhammer into you. The first signs of overstimulation started to prick into you, small whines leaving your lips and Jungkook takes notice.

He pulls out of you slowly, his hands grasping your hips to turn you around. Your body is pliable in his hands, letting him move you and haul you up onto the counter, your feet dangling off the edge and a hazy smile on your face.

He presses another kiss against you, letting your tongues tangle together as he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, coming back down to hook under your thighs as he slides back into you.

The way you groan into his mouth makes his cock throb, your soaking entrance letting him glide right into you, “Hurts.” You whine out softly when he starts to thrust, not sure if you’d be able to handle another orgasm but Jungkook shushes you softly with another kiss.

“You can do one more for me right baby?” He asks, sucking on your lower lip as he rocks into you slowly. His eyes are half lidded and you can feel how hard he is in you, your body still trembling slightly from your last orgasm but you nod anyways, letting him kiss his way down your face until he reaches your neck again, soft praises leaving his lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair again as you slump against him, letting him hold you up. You trail along his tattoos, tracing the giant death moth spanned across his collarbone, the tip of the wing reaching the bottom of his neck.

He’s grunting softly against you, getting lost in the feeling of you, the added touches and kisses you plant on his skin igniting the fire inside him. His arms scoop you closer, his hands spreading against your lower back as he speeds up his thrusts, your legs still wrapped around his arms.

The way his dick curves inside you has you moaning again, the pleasure creeping back up and your head falls back as you feel the pressure building again. You’re not sure you could handle coming again but Jungkook seems determined to get you there, rolling into you, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing your clit is too much. Your hands cling onto his back, your fingers digging into the flames and dragon that occupied the space.

“Fuck I can feel you squeezing me.” He gasps out, “You can cum again sweetheart its okay.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, hearing him grunting into your ear, his voice dropping into a gravel as he nears his edge as well. You’re clinging onto him for your life, gasping loudly when you reach your third orgasm of the night, the force of it making your mind go blank.

You don’t tune into to the small shriek of his name, the growl he lets out when you tighten around him tighter than before, his hips rearing into yours in a sloppier way until he’s cumming, hips surging forward to bury himself deeper into you as his cock twitches.

You come back when he moans your name out, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you mewl against him. He thrusts shallowly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh, letting your legs fall limp over the edge.

His cum drips out of you, slipping through your folds and down your ass until it pools onto the counter beneath you and he smirks, his eyes coming up to look at you and his expression gets bigger when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. His hand cups them, his thumb sliding across your face and wiping them with a laugh, “I told you I’d make you cry.”

You don’t have it in you to be the usual brat you are with him, not after cumming this hard three times in a row so you just pout at him and lean forward to kiss him again, this time being more gentle and slow paced than the last.

“How was that?” He mumbles against your lips, letting you pull him in to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist as you nuzzle into his chest.

Jungkook feels you laughing against his skin, “How was that?” You mock as you give him a squeeze, “Let’s just say I’ll cry over your Titan cock any day.”

The both of you burst into laughter, Jungkook pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you two just stay there. Jungkook and you had officially crossed the line from being bratty friends to sleeping with each other. Neither of you knew what it meant but it seemed like a conversation for tomorrow morning, right now you were content with just holding him.

So when your phone vibrates beside you you’re reluctant to pull away, so Jungkook compromises by reaching it for you and handing it over.

You see its a message from Iseul and you unlock it, your face heating up as you groan and show the message to Jungkook, his face turning just as red as he sees what she sent.

Iseul 10:15pm : Thank you for the show, I hope you two realize we have security cameras in the kitchen and living room you horn dogs.

The two of you peek over at the corner of the room giving a wave and smiling shyly at the blinking security camera staring back at you. Maybe she could send you the footage for keepsake.

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Sunna 1-2 (loki/reader) (stephen strange/reader)

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warnings: canon-typical fighting, including violation of ofc's mind with magic

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Stephen has been having dreams and they seem to be pointing to his soulmate, but when Loki comes along and decides he wants her, does the Sorcerer Supreme stand a chance?

Note: I amended the first chapter and split it in two. Everything will end up being the same, but I wanted to change how the characterization is revealed

Unfortunately, the museum director let me finish my shift early.

Normally, the walk back to the Sanctum was relaxing, but I only made it one block in the direction of home when the weather exploded into a rainstorm. It is the middle of summer and the forecast had predicted the temperatures to stay consistently hellish for at least two weeks, but you would have never guessed from the lightning skittering across the dull sky.

The people around me rushed to get out of the downpour, not a single umbrella amongst them, and traffic was in a deadlock from heavy taxi usage. I keep my gate brisk, passing by a group of unsupervised teenagers kicking water at each other and cackling.

At least they’re having fun, I thought morosely. That is more than I can say for the rest of New York. The thin clothes I had on had been chosen with the intention of keeping me cool in the heat, but the onslaught had fashioned a double-edged sword as a weapon against my outfit.

Thunder crackled, the sound echoing off heavy grey clouds which had dropped particularly low, pressing down on the city claustrophobically, the rain hard and painful on my skin. Rounding the last corner, I burst out into a brisk jog, being careful not to slip as I make my way up the stone steps, the considerable wooden door of the Sanctum opening by itself as though it recognised me.

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It does recognise me, I remind myself, before Stephen’s words echoed in my mind: ‘centuries of having to contain magic has given it some kind of ungodly sentience. This house is alive.’

‘Ungodly’. Sure, there were rooms I couldn’t enter without fear of the house itself trying to consume me or my soul (or just my teeth - that had been an unusual New Year's Eve), but the wall of magically-warmed air that encompassed me as I stepped into the foyer was a nice reminder of the benefits of living at the Sanctum Sanctorum.

I sink to the floor, so preoccupied with coordinating my frozen fingers enough to untie my laces, that I didn’t notice Stephen’s presence until a wave of his magic caused all of the water to vanish. My clothes were instantly bone-dry and the edge of the cold evaporated with the water, but I couldn’t help but shiver at the memory of it.

“I thought you didn't get off work for another hour,” Stephen chuckled. “I would have picked you up if I had known you’d be walking in the rain.” He spoke with the ease of someone talking about driving a car, not creating a portal that connected the museum janitor’s closet to our living room.

“Phone dead.” At least my teeth were no longer chattering.

I manage to slip off my shoes, but it wasn't until after I rose to my feet and shrugged off my satchel that I noticed the tall stranger leaning against the foyer door frame. “I didn’t realise we had guests."

At my words, green eyes snap to mine.

Despite the lack of introduction, I know who he is; all of New York knows who he is. For a brief moment, I am scared, but from where he observes us he appears pointedly bored.

“Oh, I doubt Strange would refer to me as a ‘guest’,” Loki pulls his weight off of the doorframe, stretching slightly in the process, like a cat freshly awoken. “A ‘nuisance’ is more like it.” Feline, that’s how it could be described, the energy he radiated; feline in both menace and allure, a soft shiny coat and sharp claws.

“There are stronger words I would use before that,” Stephen said, stiff-lipped. The sorcerer stands still at my side.

“As for the rain,” Loki ignores Stephen, stepping just close enough to cut my friend completely out of the conversation, emerald eyes sliding down my form as if trying to remember where the weight of the water had caused my clothes to cling to my body, “I think that may have been my brother’s fault, and I apologise."

I do not reply, I'm not sure what to say.

Loki fills the silence expertly, "I have not had the pleasure of your acquaintance; I am Loki of Asgard.” A slender hand extends towards me.

Behind Loki, Stephen’s jaw is clenched hard enough to bite through steel.

My eyes flickered down to where his hand waited to be grasped and back up to his face, disapprovingly. “Once, Stephen briefly mentioned that there are an infinite number of timelines. Just dropped it right into conversation over breakfast, and these other universes house other versions of ourselves, and the differences between those versions of us and us ,” I gestured to the two men, “might be the tiniest, most unimportant details or the very fundamentals of our beings.”

Loki’s eyebrows raised, but he did not interrupt.

“As you can imagine, this concept had been difficult to distract myself from,” I did not move, didn’t step away from Loki. “Incalculable quantities of universes just exist passively inside the multiverse, and within those you can be certain that any and every difference has been explored. And yet… I cannot imagine a single universe in which I tell you my name or share platitudes with you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, Stephen is trying not to laugh.

Loki’s hand dropped from the air, sliding into a silver-threaded pocket nonchalantly. He throws a barb over his shoulder, “I can see why you like her, Strange. Did you make her audition for the role of magician’s apprentice, or was it a happy coincidence that you found such a plain and untalented human to control?”

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I used all of my energy to remain composed. How long has Loki been here? Stephen looks like he’s about to lock Loki in astral form and shut his body inside the mirror dimension.

“With the title of ‘Silvertongue’ I assumed you would be better equipped with witty gibes. Seems such low hanging fruit to resort to insulting my appearance. I’m quite disappointed.”

Loki only raised an eyebrow. “Trust me,” he purred, “I have no complaints about your appearance. I simply cannot wait to see what kind of pedestal Strange sits you on.”

Purple energy flickers at my fingertips, and I watch Stephen’s expression harden, but Loki seemed only bemused.

“It’s time for you to leave,” Stephen’s tone was icy and cutting as he steps closer to the god.

The magic in the room went quiet, as if the house itself was waiting to see if this was going to get ugly.

Loki didn’t even deign to look at Stephen, his studying gaze fixed upon me as he ignored the Sorcerer Supreme.

I refuse to look away.

“Loki. Get out ,” Stephen’s voice no more than a growl.

Finally, Loki broke, a wild grin spreading across his features. “Very well. If you hear anything about my wanted man, let me know. I’m not sure you’re capable of taking him in on your own. I’d hate for you to get hurt.” He swept a hand through his hair dramatically. “Strange it was amusing, as always, and as for you,” Loki’s eyes roamed down my form hungrily, “I’m sure I will be seeing you again soon.”

My sense of self-preservation must not function correctly, because I made sure Loki saw me flip him off as he vanished into thin air with a crack that seemed to echo in the thunderstorm outside.

Beside me, I could feel Stephen seething, but when I turn to face him he has hidden it under a layer of humor. “Sorry for the interruption folks, we will resume our regularly scheduled programming shortly. You wanna go straight into cataloging? Or do you wanna spar first?”

It wasn’t hard to beat Stephen today.

Usually he's much better at getting under my skin, trash talking and looking for weak points in my stance, but the encounter with Loki seemed to disturb him, and after my third time pinning him to the mat, I finally asked about it.

“So, Loki needs help tracking someone down, huh?” I rolled off Stephen, holding out a hand to help him to his feet, which he takes with a grumble.

“Escaped Asgardian prisoner. The leader of some political terrorist sect. Thor, in his bottomless intellect, has decided that his brother was the best person to track this guy down, and Loki has followed him to the city,” Stephen swung at me, but I manage to sidestep the arcing punch.

No part of me wants to address the pedestal comments from Loki, and Stephen seemed just as happy to ignore it. Stephen sees more in me and my limited magical abilities than Loki knows. Stephen sought me out, he wants to help me learn, help me be better; so I why do I always feel so insecure about my powers.

“Must be good at hiding if they can’t find him,” I reply. I think of the storm. “Asgardians seem to like making dramatic entrances.”

Another fist flies towards me, and then another. I duck low to avoid them, but as soon as I find my footing there were two jabs, a cross, and a left hook to contend with.

“Very astute observation.”

The narrowly-escaped hook had left Stephen’s right side undefended, and I take the opportunity to land a kick, drawing my foot up close to my torso and then sending it towards his hip with all my might, but he vanishes without a trace. Stephen ends up saving me from lurching forward when he reappears behind me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, restraining me, one hand finding my throat, fingers pressing into the skin there.

When I struggle, the grip on my neck tightens slightly. “Is that why you’re so distracted?” I manage to choke out through heaving breaths. “Thinking about the escaped prisoner?”

“What else would I be thinking about?”

My stomach knots. I can hear his controlled breathing in my ear, my body was pressed flush against Stephen, the heat between us in stark contrast with the chill of the storm, still raging outdoors. I try to twist my way out of his grip.

"Come on," he chuckles, "you'll never learn to fight properly if you can't shake the monkey off your back."

All I can think to do is to drop to my knees.

The hand at my neck releases immediately, before pairing with the other to stop my descent onto the floor, but the movement from Stephen was all I needed. He hisses when my elbow made contact with his ribs, recoiling at the pain and giving me the opportunity to break away from him.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me choke to death,” I'm smug, I'll admit it. “You are always exercising such caution around me.”

Stephen’s eyes widened a fraction before narrowing. “Don't want to explain to the police why I'm burying your body in the park. Besides, I could say the same about you.”

I hadn't realised he’d noticed. No matter how hard I concentrated, it was like I couldn’t push my body further, like there was some block on my ability to fight. Like something holds me back when I fight him. I didn't have the same problem with Wong, but neither did Wong, I had never won against that sorcerer.

“Yeah well, it’s hard learning to fight," I pout.

"You’re lucky to have a wonderful teacher.” Laughter dances in his eye, grey, so like the clouds.

If I wasn’t so stubborn and filled with adrenaline, I might have enjoyed the playful banter. “It’s not like any other new skill I’ve ever taken on,” I sigh, but bring my fists up to protect my face. “I know what I want to do, but my body won’t let me.” I swing, he ducks. "I'm not used to struggling so much."

“I think you’re just dazzled by me." He punches, I dodge.

“That’s your working theory? I thought you were supposed to be a genius! Colour me surprised.”

Stephen spits a fake laugh at me.

Once again I feel a presence behind me. Turning swiftly, I see Stephen approaching, but before I can even register, two Stephen Stranges are coming at me from opposite directions.

God, one of them is too much for me.

I lunge for the closest Strange. He manages to avoid the arms reaching for him, dropping into a crouch and leaping left, and sending a small burst of orange at my open side, winding me. I twisted hastily, trying to keep him in my line of vision, when-

Stephen, the one that was behind me at least, burst into a run, throwing himself at my feet and I realise too late what is happened and in turn jump too early, and Stephen, like a glorified bowling ball, clips my feet and I stumble sharply. Rotating my hips and shoulders, I tuck my body in and use the momentum to force me onto wobbly feet. Both Stephens vanish from their positions, and after a beat, mercifully only one reappears in front of me, materializing, fist already flying towards my face. My reflexes aren't fast enough and Stephen's fist catches my ear. I reared backwards, loose my footing and it was a simple push from him to take me down. For the first time that day I found my back on the mat.

“I’d rather face Loki, than two of you,” I muttered bitterly.

How does Stephen even know Loki. He had never mentioned the god before, but then again it seemed like every few hours he was dumping some other bucket of knowledge onto me about magic and demons and centering your chakras to avoid soul worms. It easily had never come up. When would Stephen even have the time to even mention that he was acquainted with a terrorist?

“I’ll try not to be insulted.” God, he is pompous when he wins, gloating bastard. “He’ll find his prisoner and then he can wander off back to Asgard or Muspelheim or Florida or wherever he plans to terrorise next.”

I chose to gripe.

Standing above me, Stephen stretches out his muscles before helping me up. “Right, time for some magic practice. How’s that invisibility working?”

I groan, “it’s not.”

My powers had shown themselves on a fateful day at fifteen when I had been confronted by the school bully. The memory was foggy, but if I concentrated hard enough, I could almost remember the look on her face as she was thrown backwards by a wave of purple energy. That was the full extent of my limited power and it had exhausted me. Stephen had explained that some people have a lot of magic at their disposal, and others had just enough to make life fun. It was very evident that I was not destined for greatness, and yet Stephen, the Sorcerer Supreme, for reasons I had never quite grasped, wanted to work with me.

“Tell me how you thought this spell up?” Stephen raised an eyebrow at me. “‘Came to you in a dream’, I believe you said.”

“Laugh all you want, asshole, but it’s true.”

I make a point of ignoring the smirk on Stephen’s face, and try to rally my senses about me. Shutting my eyes, I focused just as I’d been shown in my dream, visualising my physical body retreating into a pocket at my centre, like it was being sucked into a black hole.

One deep breath.

And another and another and then-

A soft sound of appreciation from Stephen. My eyes open and I find my body gone. My own physical form had disappeared from sight, but reaching forward I noted that I could still feel my body; feel where it ended and the air around me began (the air itself oddly cool), feel my limited power bubbling under my skin, wherever that was.

Relishing the look of surprise on Stephen’s face, I push him hard, but instead of surprise or shock he whoops with an aggravating glee, like he's proud of me, or something.

“Try fighting me now,” my voice sounded far away and muted like I was trying to yell underwater. “This is weird.”

Stephen gives no indication that he can hear me. I feel my own heartbeat as my chest pounds with excitement and exertion; the spell had never lasted more than a few seconds before but it had been about half a minute now-

Before I could celebrate my form flickers, the spell shattering and suddenly I am visible again, pulled forcefully from the black hole I had been sucked into.

A wave of dizziness overtook me, and I jolted, swaying dramatically.

Stephen’s shaking hands were on my shoulders in a second, wrapping under my arms and supporting my body until his uneasy face wasn’t swimming in front of me.

“Hey, hey, hey,” his voice sounded tinny, almost like mine had sounded during the spell. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

I mutter my thanks, concentrating on keeping my breathing even. As soon as he was content I wouldn’t pass out he withdrew like I was poisonous, stepping away from me. That was the Stephen I knew. Arm's length, always.

“That was good. The spell I mean,” he still looked concerned. “I didn’t realise the extent of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were gone-”

“Uh-huh, that is what is usually meant when people say ‘invisibility spell’.”

“Ha-ha ,” Stephen rolled his eyes, and began packing up his sparring equipment, “but I, in all my infinite power, couldn't even feel you. Your presence. Your magic. Anything. It was like you popped out of existence.” When I didn’t reply, he added, “Pretty impressive I have to admit, lots of stealth potential.”

If there was something off about him before, there definitely was now. Behind the look of pride there was a kind of nervous strain.

“I wasn’t sure you were capable of being impressed,” the words were hard to form. Maybe I had been gone. My body certainly felt alien now, like I wasn’t used to being in it.

“I’m full of surprises,” he muttered with a grin. He excused himself to go back to his room to shower, but his gaze lingers on me just a second longer than expected.

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A knock on the Sanctum door.

Both our heads snap up from the text we've been translating (or trying to anyway, neither of us had a solid grip on Ancient Sumarian), Stephen’s eyes flicked to the front door, visible through the library arch leading to the foyer.

“Were we expecting-” I started to ask, but was interrupted.

“Nope.” Stephen rose with a flourish, taking his time to answer as another rap echoed on the wood.

There was the creak as the door handle turned, the groan of the heavy wood.

I held my breath. Something was wrong.

“Ah, Loki,” Stephen announced so that I may hear, not bothering to hide his irritation, “what an unexpected annoyance.”

“Strange,” Loki’s voice reverberates in the room slightly, “I’m afraid I will be needing a place to lay low for the evening.”

“I can recommend a few dimensions far away from me,” Stephen retorted.

I can't help but laugh, and although neither even looked in my direction as I tried to stifle it, between a Sorcerer Supreme and a literal god, I had little hope that they hadn’t heard.

My suspicions were confirmed, when after a pause Stephen began speaking again with a little more light to his voice, “so fuck off.”

“Unfortunately I am here on the bequest of Thor,” Loki’s voice was smooth, and unyielding to the insult. “My brother wishes for the opportunity to build better relations with Midgard and, well, I thought, who better than to do that with but the most powerful sorcerer in the realm?”

“You flatter me, Laufeyson.”

“If there is one thing I am proficient at, it is flattery."

"Usually, tricks follow treats from monsters on your doorstep."

"No trick. Besides, all the evidence about my missing prisoner suggests that he is still in the city, and my brother would prefer that I don’t stray too far, in case of emergency. I’ve tried my luck with various hotels, but The Four Seasons was hesitant to give me a room.”

“Because you destroyed half of New York?”

“Between that and the lack of a credit card it’s an impossible job finding a place to stay.”

I knew that Loki had won. As much as Stephen disliked the prince, he wouldn’t risk offending Thor; it is always more helpful to find yourself amongst friends rather than enemies. This concept decidedly unapparent to Loki who found himself asking to stay with the person who probably hated him most on the whole planet, which was saying something. After Loki's last visit, I had managed to gauge something of his and Stephen's relationship. It seemed that no matter what, Loki will always try to disturb the plans of the Sorcerer Supreme. Stephen didn't give details, but I am comfortable saying the Stephen hates the Asgardian, even if he didn't say so expressly.

There was a deep sigh from the adjacent room and the sound of boots stepping onto wooden floorboards. Stephen’s warnings were aired: to leave us to our work, and to not touch anything at promise of death, and to my surprise Loki, the king of distraction in his own right, doesn’t even pop in his head to say ‘hello’ before stalking away down the hall. Stephen must have found it odd also, because he walks back into the library slight frown. Neither of us acknowledge it, instead content to go back to our work, despite the interruption.

The last month had been busy.

Both Stephen and I had thrown ourselves into our respective work. There were days where I would come home from my job at the museum only to find that Stephen had just gone to Hong Kong to study with a travelling master for a few days or popped out to rid a boy from the East Village of Interdimensional Plague. There was an entire week where all I saw of him was at mealtimes (that he only attended to please Wong, despite never eating with us). Wong was beginning to become my best friend.

If I could allow myself to be honest, I missed Stephen’s company around the house, but I didn't miss the look of concern he was sporting lately, like he was worried I would just drop dead on the floor and I decided as always, that I’d rather be busy than honest about my feelings.

Suffice to say, it had been more than a little surprising to find him in the library just after Wong and I had finished cleaning the common areas of the house from top to bottom. Of course, Stephen turns up just in time to miss scrubbing the floors.

“That word is losing something in the translation,” I said pointing to a collection of ancient characters illuminated by the orange glow of Stephen's translation charm. “It says ‘quiet’, but that word specifically refers to an uneasy quiet. Like when you think something is about to go terribly wrong.”

“Who taught you Ancient Sumerian?” Stephen’s voice peaked with curiosity.

“No one, I guess you pick up a word or two when you get your PhD in Anthropology.”

So I sat with him, offering help where I could, which admittedly, wasn’t often.

Stephen was in a cable knit grey sweater, appropriate for a late summer evening, but it hung off of him a little, like he had lost weight. Dark circles deepened the color of his eyes. Being the private person he is, normally, I wouldn’t have asked Stephen what had been keeping him so busy, but heavens above he looked like he could use a power nap.

“I’m worried about you,” I said from my armchair, sipping at the drinks that Wong had brought in for us. I got the impression from Wong’s annoyed face, that he normally wouldn’t have brought Stephen anything as a punishment from skipping out on chores, but Wong, too, seemed troubled by the state of our friend.

“Really,” Stephen took his time meeting my gaze. “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

“You can’t lie to me,” I joked. “I see right through you.”

Stephen gave me a forced smile in reply, but said nothing, and I was hesitant to push the issue.

A few hours later, our work is interrupted again when Wong strides into the library, out of breath. Stephen was already rising, his cloak wrapping around his shoulders as if anticipating the sorcerer’s needs.

“Stephen,” Wong was dressed to fight, “we are getting reports of a monster downtown.”

“I swear to god, if Morpheus is-” Stephen began, but Wong interrupted.

“It’s not Morpheus. Some kind of beast. Hurry, we have to get down there.”

I looked at Stephen, who was downing his cup of coffee. “I’ve got to take this.”

“That’s fine,” I really didn’t mind, a night to myself was welcome and rare. “I have some work to do for the museum anyway. Have fun, don’t get killed.”

Wong summoned a portal, which I admired, with only a reasonable amount of jealousy. Although I had tried, it didn’t seem to be in my magical capabilities to make one.

Stephen was just about to follow Wong through when he hesitated, shoulders noticeably tensing. "I can't leave you alone here with Loki."

I had forgotten, and the reminder was like a shard of ice in my gut.

"Stephen, we need to get moving-" Wong called from the sidewalk.

"A minute- I need to figure something-"

"Really, it's okay, Stephen. I'll be okay."

"But-"

"There it is!" Wong darts out of sight.

"I'll manage."

Stephen relents. “Just stay away from Loki, alright? If something goes wrong, ring me. He’s only trouble and I don’t need you two to burn the house down while I’m gone.” He shot me finger guns and backed through the circle, which began to shrink, his face reflecting a hint of apprehension about leaving me alone in the house with just Loki Laufeyson.

As if on queue, a mellow voice sounds behind me, “well, he certainly doesn’t trust me with his toys.”

I turn. My heart beats a little faster out of nervousness, as I survey the god before me. His ear cocks to one side like he can hear it.

Loki lounges on the brown leather sofa in the corner, lean legs spread wide, his temple resting on his fist with a kind of bored indifference.

“And I should?” It sounded less stupid in my head, but I was resolute that I would not him intimidate me.

“You may treat me however you like,” Loki smiled, seemingly in an attempt to look friendly, but I rise and walk out of the library, without giving it the second glance I desire to check if it's real.

Walking down the hall without the sound of footsteps behind me, I was sure Loki had left me alone. Making my way up the grand staircase, I round corner towards my room and stop dead in my tracks when I find Loki leaning against my bedroom door. I rally my courage and stomped towards my room.

“Taking me to your bedroom so soon after meeting me?” Loki’s eyebrows raise in feigned surprise. “Well, I normally don’t sleep with someone on the first date, but-”

"Move," I demand.

"Fine, I am exactly the type of person to sleep with someone on the first date-"

“Move,” I repeat. It wasn’t loud; I wasn’t important enough to yell at a prince and without Stephen or Wong here I wasn't willing to come off as as rude to him as I had been during our first meeting, but the order came out much bolder than I intended. Hopefully enough to hide my nerves.

“Make me,” his whisper was powerful, eerie and commanding.

The words churn my stomach.

"Move. Please."

He laughed, delighted. "No."

There are more reasonable toddlers. This is not important enough to ring Stephen over, right? Loki is just being a dick. No, I should deal with this on my own. He is definitely more powerful than me, that's not up for debate, but I did have the advantage of surprise.

Before he could say anything else, I will a rope of purple energy to wrap around his shoulders, moving the prince sharply to the left.

To my annoyance, he doesn't even have the sense to look anything but ecstatic at the move, and I had to make myself march through the door and lock it before I punched a god in the face.

There was a chuckle from outside the door, and I watched his shadow disappear as Loki meandered off down the hall. Finally. Finally. I will just wait it out until Stephen gets back and then babysitting Loki can be his problem. He's better equipped at dealing with him than I am, certainly.

I turn to my desk with a sigh and find Loki leaning against it.

My laptop is open in his hands as he attempts to log in.

“What is the password?”

“Get out of my room!” Was he specially trained to be annoying? No wonder Stephen can't stand him.

“Is that all one word?”

I want to scream. I am easily frustrated and Loki is easily frustrating.

“Come on, I know that you can look up information on that device, and I just know that I’ve heard of someone else whose magic reminds me of yours.” Loki wiggles his fingers for emphasis.

“Oh for god’s sake, what do you want?” I won’t punch him, I won’t punch him, I won’t punch him, that would only get me in trouble, I chant in my mind.

That infernal grin makes it's way across Loki's expression and he slips into the blue velvet armchair by the window. The dark suit he is wearing ripples with golds and greens at the movement. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“I swear if you are only going to talk in riddles, I will have you bound in the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak and leave you to rot,” I hiss, refusing to engage him.

“With your power?” Loki sneered.

How did he learn to push buttons so well? We'd talked all of twenty minutes, but even at our last encounter he had made a point of plucking at my insecurities.

It is like we are playing some game that I wasn’t aware I’d joined.

“You wouldn’t have the chance," he continued. "Unless you go crying to the good doctor, but he’s so ham-fisted with his magic. I would be inclined to let you bind me yourself just to avoid having to watch him try.”

I am exercising every bit of self control trying not to look affronted, but his words have a strange effect on me. My fear swirls into the building frustration and leaves me unafraid. “Don’t you have some escaped prisoner to catch?”

“Oh, him?” Loki laughs. “No, I caught him weeks ago. I just wanted an excuse to visit so we could have a little chat."

I have the sense that I should be afraid.

"The magician king would never leave us alone together if he could help it, so I arranged the diversion downtown as a little distraction.” When I looked horrified, Loki added, "what? It's a juvenile, the most it can do is given them a stomach ache."

“What are you talking about?” I ask, exasperated.

He leveled his gaze, green eyes narrowing minutely. “What’s your game here? Obviously, you’re playing Strange, of which he must be suspicious, but what is your end goal? I am all too happy provide assistance if you could find something in it for me-”

Thank goodness I am fast and again all I had going for me was the act of surprise, but closing the few feet between us, I grab Loki by the collar of his suit before I can lose my nerve. My body strains with the effort, but for the first time in my months of training, I allow instinct to take over completely. Without thinking, without processing I control his body’s density and Loki sank into the chair around him, trapping him.

A burst of green light erupts, and I fall onto my ass. Loki is free of the chair and looked inclined to laugh until I kick his legs out from under him. He falls with a yelp on the floor, at my side.

For a moment, we both lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling and breathing hard.

“You’re gonna have to teach me that one day, sunshine.”

“Not a chance in hell,” I muttered.

I had only ever practiced controlling the density of small, inanimate objects. Never had I attempted to make it work on another person, and I definitely hadn’t thought it through when I had… attacked Loki. Oh, shit.

I just signed my death warrant.

As slowly as I could stomach I tried to sit up, hoping that I wouldn’t black out from the dizziness. Head pounding, I barely register Loki’s hand on my arm, presumably in an attempt to steady me and I had been just about to thank him, when I felt a cool palm on my forehead.

The energy of Loki’s power flowed through me. So much stronger than anything I had ever felt and weighted with age. Mentally, I put up a fight, but my anger doesn't even register with the invading force, like trying to sweep back an ocean wave. I am completely, and utterly, helpless. Without a choice memories pop up, like I was watching some stilted version of my life flashing before my eyes.

Is this how I die? I wonder.

If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead, Loki’s voice cascaded around my mind.

If I cannot force him out of my mind, I can try to hurt him physically, anything to break the connection, but in my exhaustion my powers have abandoned me. I try to push him away, but the full force of my strength doesn't even move him. He weighs me down with one hand.

A memory - the first time Stephen hadn’t taken it entirely easy on me during a sparring session. How intense he had seemed, the way his body pressed against mine as he pinned me to the floor.

Another - cuddling with the Cloak of Levitation on the sofa in the living room with a steaming mug of hot chocolate that Wong had boosted was Agamotto’s own recipe, passed down from sorcerer to sorcerer over time.

Watching Wong cook up the poison Stephen passes off as food, and then watching Stephen vomit half of it up twenty minutes later and in such sharp focus it made me nauseous.

The museum where I worked, and the exhibit I had been tending to when I’d realized a tall patron with grey hair at his temples and hands in his pocket was observing me.

Interesting… Loki mused in my head.

I want to fight him, to force him out, but he is too strong. It is a painful reminder of how little magic I have. Shamefully, I give up entirely and allow Loki to take what he wants.

Loki travels back further, the lens of this voyeuristic view of my life getting noticeably fuzzier like it was harder to draw older memories out.

My apartment that I lived in before I had been invited to live in the Sanctum.

My graduation ceremony.

My first date as a teenager with a girl whose name I could not longer remember.

Years of schooling played in reverse and I got younger and younger before my eyes, until I was finally greeted with the image of my parents hovering over my crib, from so long ago that I couldn’t even make out their faces.

Loki’s hand withdrew, his power with it.

I fell back to the floor with a gasp, gaping for air like a fish out of water, “you fucking prick. You asshole! You had no right to go through my life like that, you filthy, mind-invading monster!”

The air of arrogance had dissipated from Loki. “Forgive me,” his voice was no more than a whisper, and he looked so confused when I whirled on him that I almost felt all of the gust of anger blown out of me. “I was mistaken.”

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