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increasinglygeeky · 2 years

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Special Delivery | Alma

fandom: gokurakugai

pairing: alma x gn!reader

genre: fluff / tooth-rooting fluff / a hint of angst but not too much so don't worry

notes: ooc I guess (there's not a lot of chapters), lesbian!tao cause I know that woman has sex with other women, I refer to tao and alma as brother and sister cause that's what they are to me, a lot of this are my own headcanons so I can connect some dots, spoilers for the series so far

summary: uh-oh! looks like our favorite troubleshooter has a crush on the person who delivers his food.

(08/05/2023: Good news! As of this note, we're getting serialized Gokurakugai in Shonen Jump! I'm so happy!)

"It's almost time. Do you think they got stuck in traffic? Do you think they forgot our address?" Alma mutters nervously as he paces near the front door of their office/apartment.

Tao sighs in annoyance. Her cigarette leaves her mouth and smoke billows out from her lips. Once again, her little brother is getting worked up for such an uncouth reason. So once again, she has to make sure he doesn't exhaust himself.

"Alma."

"Oh crap! What if a Maga got to them cause it smelled our food!? Aaahhh!" Alma shrieks as he grips the red strands of his hair tightly.

"Alma!" Tao stands and slams a book on her desk, making her partner in crime jump and turn towards her.

"Y-Yes, Tao?" He asks, now a bit more anxious thanks to the noise.

"It's only been thirty minutes since you ordered. So if you don't calm down, I'm sticking you with cleaning up the bathroom until I'm finished eating." Tao reminds him as the taller one nonchalantly sits back down and opens up the book that rocked the room.

Alma stares in a deadpan as his sister then takes a hit from her cigarette. The redhead was very aware that he shouldn't be acting this way. He fights monsters that crawl up from the pits of hell on a daily basis so what's getting him so worked up? Over a food delivery no less?

You see, ever since that new diner a few blocks away from the Troubleshooters opened up, where you could just about order anything from cheeseburgers to an entire salmon entree, Alma found himself infatuated.

Not just with the varieties of food on display, but with the pretty delivery person he saw in the window getting ready to head out.

The delivery person in question? That was you.

On that day, time seemed to stop as Alma watched you pack the edible items into your insulated bag. Or was it some type of cooler?

The point was, the second his baby blue eyes landed on you, the half Maga boy was frozen. His palms felt clammy, a knot churned in his gut, he could see his breath fog on the glass, and his face flushed red.

Behind him, Tao stopped her brisk walk and saw that her brother seemed to be stuck in place. Being the inquisitive person she was she headed back over to the display window, took in Alma's awestruck expression, and followed his line of sight. To where you just about finished packing signaled by the swipe of your brow.

The gunslinger grinned.

As you hefted your bag and left the back way, Tao shook Alma by the shoulder, "Wake up, Al".

The redhead rapidly shakes his head and meets his sister's glassy gaze, "Tao? What just happened?"

"I should be asking you the same thing. You okay? Your whole face is red."

"It is?" Alma placed a hand over his chest. He could feel his heart thump wildly and his Solution thrum in time with it. "My chest is beating like crazy. Oh no! I'm not coming down with something am I?!"

Tao just chuckled softly. God, the kid's innocence was downright adorable. But that didn't mean she could let him in on it right now. Not before she got the answers herself.

"You're probably just hungry again. Why don't we order something from here?" She thumbed to the diner and he seemed to like that idea.

"Yeah! You're right! I'm gonna get myself a triple cheeseburger with curly fries!" Alma happily dashed into the building with his sister following behind.

Once the overhead bell jingled, Tao had to stop herself from breaking into laughter once she noticed how her brother at the booth was swinging his legs back and forth like a five year old at an ice cream bar. "Over here, Tao!" He boomed merrily despite being a millimeter away.

It was crazy, she thought. How seeing you made the redhead's day much brighter. After all, they were almost killed during a mission earlier for the umpteenth time. It's amazing to know how resilient one person can be. Even if they needed an extra pick me up.

"In a second, Al." The silver haired woman turned to the hostess next to her, "Excuse me..." She gave your description and asked for your name. Once she got the information, she took out at least a thousand in cash and her business card.

"From now on, we'll only accept deliveries from them."

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"What do you think they'll be wearing?" Alma asks in a dreamy voice while looking through the peephole.

"If I had to guess, the same things from the last time they were here." Tao replied, just thankful her brother wasn't roaming in a panic anymore.

"Right, the uniform." Alma leaves the door and sprawls his body over the couch. Clutching a pillow to his chest, he let his thoughts wander to something else. He calls for his sister.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think it's weird we somehow get them every single time we order?"

Tao breathes in her cigarette and exhales, "I think I remember hearing them say they're always understaffed or something."

Alma doesn't respond. He turns his body away, palm covering his ear.

Tao can't help but believe that he might figure it out. Finally. After like, weeks of this. "Do you wanna talk about anything?

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Whatever you want. Just to pass the time, I know you're getting antsy."

Alma's gulp echoes through the office. He reverses his sides so his sister can see the light dusting of pink on his cheeks. Slowly, he gets up and goes over to the chair in front of Tao's desk and sits. With his head lowered, Tao waits to see what he does next.

"I don't want them to come here!" Alma blurts out and lifts his head, tears of frustration pricking his eyes.

Tao stares in bewilderment, "Who are you talking about? You don't mean..." They both say your name at the same time.

When finally questioned, Alma breaks down and explains that he feels like he has a heart attack and straight up dies every time he opens the door for the exchange. Where he has to make eye contact with you and those few seconds feel like an humiliating eternity. He knows at that moment he has to speak, but he feels his lips are glued shut. He dances a stupid jiggly dance as the money leaves his hands and are replaced with his curly fries. Then, he can't recognize his handwriting on the receipt.

What's incredulous is that by now, you aren't scared away from his behavior. How you couldn't care less if it's Tao who answers instead of him.

He also doesn't know why the spell seems to always break when he shuts the door on your retreating form. The only things he could think of for the rest of the day is either your bright smile, your bell like voice, the way your uniform shows off your figure, or how his hands still buzz after they connect with yours.

Tao sighs deeply once he finishes the rant.

She understands completely. Now she knows why Alma seemed a bit too distracted when working jobs sometimes these past few days. Each time, they would've said goodbye to you again just before.

But hey, at least her gut feeling was right on the money earning her another win.

Speaking of distractions, The redhead looks to be off in another world.

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"Ah! Somebody help me!" You scream as you attempt to escape the Maga that was chasing you.

When the creature's claws come down, you manage to duck and weave into a nearby alleyway. Only to stop when you realize you've reached a dreaded dead end.

You look up at the monster, it's mouth opening up; primed and ready to swallow you as their next meal. You whimper and attempt to shield yourself when... you hear your name being called from the heavens.

"Get away from them!" Alma rages from on top of a building in his Maga form.

You catch a glimpse of him despite the creature in your way, "Alma, please save me!" You cry out.

He jumps and flies down. He's able to slice the monstrosity in half with his sword. You're in shock as the Maga dissipates to reveal the Troubleshooter, looking as dashing and unbothered as ever.

"Sorry I'm late, babe." He cheekily replies as he moves his sword to his shoulder and flips his short hair.

"My hero!" You praise and rush into his awaiting arms. Once the two of you embrace, you pepper his face with grateful kisses.

"Heh, what do you say we get out of here and grab a bite?" He suggests pridefully.

You nod your head with great enthusiasm and with his hand on your waist, the two of you leave the dingy place only to come face to face with... Tao.

She is certainly not happy.

"Oh. Hey-"

"ALMA!" She roars.

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The redhead yelps and falls back in his seat onto the wood floor. He winces in pain a little as Tao looks on in exasperation.

"You okay?" She asks.

"Yeah." Alma lifts up his chair and returns to a sitting position. "Sorry about that. I know you hate it when I drift off in the middle of something."

"You bet your ass I do." Tao grumbles through her cigarette.

"Tao, do you think I'm allergic to them? Is that even possible?" Alma wonders.

The smoker blinks a few times, before she lets out a hearty laugh. Making Alma fume in embarrassment.

"What's so freaking funny?" He demands.

Tao wipes a few tears, "No, you're not allergic, dumbass! You have a crush on them!" She reveals.

Oh.

"Oh."

A puzzle piece clicked in place in that big brain of his.

HOLY SHIT! SHE'S RIGHT I TOTALLY LOVE THEM! Alma yelled in his head as he felt coughs of surprise escape his throat.

"Jesus, dude. Here." Tao hands him a water bottle which he opened and downed eagerly.

Once he finished, he gave his sister a pissed off look. "Dammit! You knew about it this whole time, didn't you!?" He exclaimed.

Tao responded by giving a sly grin and tapping the end of her cigarette butt on her ashtray, "I may have. Sorry, but I just have to see where some things lead to." She remarks. The mischievous glint on her glasses tells Alma all he needed to know.

"Oh, you freaking-!"

Alma was cut off by the sound of their doorbell ringing.

"MOTHER FUDGE! THEY'RE HERE!" He cried and raced to his bedroom. Tao couldn't even finish calling his name when his door slammed shut.

The doorbell rang again as Tao leaned back in her seat and felt a headache forming.

You in the meantime, were waiting ever so patiently when the door to the Troubleshooter's finally opened. Which gave way to Tao's tall stature. You flashed your brightest smile at her.

"Hello again, Sister T-"

"He'll be out in a sec." She interrupts before she shuts the door with a bang.

Another one opened, behind it was Alma hiding under his bed covers. Tao just let her eyes roam over in slight concern. For him or was it the fact that when she agreed to take him in all those years ago she never once thought she had to deal with hormones? And she thought Alma in his Maga form was bad enough when he went berserk. In hindsight, this is actually much more complicated.

So what else could she do but light up again and take a seat next to him.

"Why didn't you bring in the food?" He mumbles.

"Because you're going to have to face them at some point. Might as well be now." She suggests.

Alma moved the blankets enough for his sister to see his eyes. "Could you put that out? I don't want the smell to get on my stuff." He says.

"Sorry." Tao drops it and snuffs it out with her shoe. "I don't get it. I've never seen you act this way before. Do you really feel like it's the end of the world if you... confess to them or something?"

Confess.

That word made Alma's head spin, "No. But now that I know what this is, I'm scared that they may not like me back. Not to mention I'm gonna have to let them in on my little secret. What if they... think I'm a monster?"

Tao isn't exactly an expert when it comes to romance either. Every woman she's dated either broke it off with her or the relationship fell apart on it's own. Okay, maybe she's the one who dumped them as well. Hell, it means she has learned a few things from all that.

She lays a hand on Alma's covered stomach, "It's the hardest thing to do. Airing it all out for someone you want to take a chance with."

"Yeah. Man, I forgot you would know how it feels." Alma reminds the both of them.

Tao solemnly nods.

Then, slowly, the blue eyed boy sits up, leaning against a higher pillow.

"If you ask me, those ladies missed out on someone as awesometacular as you."

His sister felt light headed all of a sudden. She turned away to cover her face as she saw the corners of her glass covered eyes become blurry with the smallest of tears.

"You good?" Her brother asks.

Immediately, Tao turns back to him, a nice smile as a greeting.

"Yeah." She takes off her glasses.

Alma concentrated hard on her next words. Tao may be 'hard at work saving the world' kind of serious most of the time, but it's only when the glasses come off that she's about to get vulnerable.

"Listen, the last thing I want to happen is for you is to grow cold and bitter from heartbreak like me. But I'd be damned if I'm gonna let you ruin a friendship just because you end up repressing shit you can't afford to keep in already. You're young and you may not think so, but you fucking deserve to be happy Alma. Even if it doesn't last." She proclaims.

Her partner in crime seemed to take this to heart. With the way his face keeps contorting, it looks like he has found his answer.

"What would I do without your kick in the pants?" He smiles gratefully.

"Probably be in some government lab."

"Oh, ha-ha."

The twosome leans over and hug each other with a warmth only they were familiar with.

Once they pulled back, Alma speaks, "But there's still a problem with me not being able to look them in the eye."

Tao thinks for a minute then leaves the bedroom. She returns with a pair of darkened sunglasses which she puts on her brother.

"You're kidding me." Alma is stupefied.

"Not really. Now get your ass moving; they've been waiting this whole time." Tao glares and shoves him a bit.

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"Dang it!" You mutter as you miss a critical moment on this particular level of Candy Crush.

You hear the door open. Locking your phone, you look up and see your cru - I mean - your good friend, Alma. Wait, why is he wearing those sunglasses?

"Hi, Alma! Finally, I thought you were never going to show up! Then I was going to have to eat all of this by myself!" You chuckle sheepishly. Stupid, this is his house. You turn away and shove your fist in your mouth.

"Sup?"

"What?"

"I said sup?"

"Oh... I'm good. Why are you wearing those glasses? We're indoors, silly." You ask, a matter of factually.

The redhead leaned against the doorframe, an obvious attempt at a 'chill, cool guy' pose. "Oh, me and Tao were trying on new accessories, no big whoop. Wanted to look nice before I came to see you."

You made a motion indicating you believed him but on the inside, the half Maga boy was freaking the heck out. Somehow, the glasses worked but that didn't stop him from feeling unworthy to once again, be blessed by your angelic beauty and presence. Especially to a lowly monster like him.

You on the other hand wore rose colored glasses, not Alma's sunglasses, mind you. But the way he presented himself made your stomach's butterflies flutter. Why were you here again? Oh, yeah. To give them their dinner... and a special surprise.

You sneaked a glance at the pink box hidden under the Troubleshooter's meals. You wondered if Alma would like it, cause that would have to mean he liked you, right?

When you first saw him staring at you from your work's window, you thought he was the cutest boy in the world. It sucked you had to be away from the diner most of the time when he and his sister came to stay for a bite. When you weren't peering over at their booth every couple of seconds, you managed to get a few words over to him. You didn't catch a lot of what he said mostly because you were entranced by the sound of his voice.

Then when you heard about his and Tao's exploits, you were stunned. It really made you admire him more... the way he put his life on the line and looked good doing it. Until the admiration turned into something much deeper. Oh god, you liked liked him. A crush as regular people called it.

He was a superhero basically. Why would he ever give you the time of day when all the action you got was taking in how people decorated their hallways or living rooms?

But you were not so easily swayed. Despite your worries, you had to shoot your shot before someone else swept him off his feet.

What's that old saying? The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Luckily, you were in position to deliver just that. That's why the pink box holds the key to unlocking the next chapter of your love life.

Now let's hope Alma isn't as oblivious as he seems.

"Here, you guys must be starving." You held up the hot bag and presented their boxes with their desired dishes.

"Sweet! Come to Papa!" Alma took the box that always had his name on it.

Which you wrote... and never once forgot to bust out your fanciest cursive.

"I can always count on you. Making sure my burger and curly fries are safe from dumb goons who might want to steal them."

You giggled at his remark.

He saw your cheeks twinge pink.

His did too.

It was cute. You are so freaking cute. He thought.

Then, pressure fell over you two. It wasn't comfortable, far from it. It was so tense because there was one reason why.

You both were contemplating on making the first move.

With a few quick gulps here, eyes darting this way and that, lips pursed with elation, and sweat pouring down from your foreheads there...

"Well, I'll see you later! Enjoy!" You squeak out and started dashing down the hallway.

What was I thinking?! I can't do this! Guess your nerves got the better of you. Better luck next time.

Alma called your name and the next time you blinked, he was in front of you. Oh right, he has superpowers.

"What is it!?" You questioned, a bit more nervous now that the sunglasses were gone and you were looking him dead in his beautiful baby blues.

The redhead merely presented the payment.

"You forgot the money." His smile showed off his sharp canines. Making him look more adorable to the point where your heart went pitter patter.

You could've collapsed to your knees right then and there as you stared at the dollars and coins. "Sorry, I don't know where my head is today."

"I know that feeling."

Once the receipt was signed and the change was given out, Alma blocked you once you attempted to walk around him.

"Is something wrong?" You asked.

"Yeah..." He replied.

In the short time you've known him, you never saw him looking so damn serious.

Dear lord, was it hot the way he stared you down.

That stopped your jitters in its tracks cause it was replaced with... longing.

Then, he puffed up straight as a board and swiftly bowed down to you.

"Huh?" Needless to say, you were confused by this.

"I'velikedyousincethemomentwemet! Wouldyoudomethehonorofgoingonandate withme!?" The way he was saying this is like his keyboard was smashed in.

You processed what he said...

HOLY CRAP!

DID HE JUST ASK YOU OUT FIRST!?

You let out a gasp, a sigh, and a relived chuckle.

Alma lifted his head up to you laughing at him.

Oh no, laughing at him?

He left his bowing position and frowned.

"I guess this means no?"

You quickly stopped and took in his saddest expression.

You knew how to remedy this. Your crush just did you a huge favor.

"Alma, I have something I want to give you. Here." You reached in the bag and took out the pink box.

Thankfully, he accepted it. He took out the note from the envelope attached to the box. In the same cursive he recognized from his dinner boxes, it said:

"Dear Alma,

I want to get to know you better because I think you're really cool. I'm so lucky for our visits at work and at your home. I appreciate what you do to protect our town and I can see us being more than friends.

I can't deny it anymore. The truth is, I like you a lot.

I hope you accept what I have in the box. So I can take it as a sign that you feel the same way about me.

Would you maybe like to see a movie together one day?"

He read the "Love" ending out loud and opened the box right after.

Inside it, was cookies in the shape and decorated of you and himself. They may be a bit crude but the little figures were holding hands.

He took out his and met your gaze. You were twiddling your fingers with a face as red as his hair.

"Go on, you can say it. I'm so corny. I wasn't planning on being here when you opened it." You giggled again.

His stern focus on you never wavered as he placed the cookie back in the box and set them both down.

He didn't want to know what would happen if he looked away for even a second.

"Alma?" You were a little worried since he wasn't talking.

He stands back up, closes the gap between the two of you, gently grabs you by the shoulders... and kisses you.

It's soft and tender as hoped by you both.

Small and meager you were since he overshadows in height. He smells like everything the sun would be if it weren't lethal. Alma thinks you smell like the embodiment of everything that's sugary and pure.

The only sound was both of your heartbeats drumming in your ears.

It feels like an eternity passed in the empty hallway when you finally broke apart.

Trembling breaths were exhaled.

Now you were locked onto each other for real, minds slowly coming in for a landing from being on cloud nine.

"You free tomorrow? Seven?" Alma asked, panting a bit.

"Yeah, I am." You responded, trying to catch up as your body was still shaking from this giddy feeling.

Alma is gleefully laughing before he picked you up with those strong arms of his and twirled you around. He let you go safely and grabbed the cookie box.

"Great! I'll pick you up!" He waved goodbye and went back into his apartment.

When you heard the door shut, that's when you dropped to you knees.

You touched your lips which were still tingling from the kiss.

Guess there was nothing to worry about after all.

You silently squealed to yourself. You felt like anything was possible.

Now that your friendly neighborhood Troubleshooter has agreed to go out with you.

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"HELL YEAH!"

The second he got back, Alma went straight to the couch in order to have a one man jumping party on it.

He was ecstatic! You liked him! You really liked him enough to make sweets with his face on it! He was never going to forget this moment. He didn't know what came over him when decided to go for it and outright kiss you, but he sure as hell enjoyed it! All his troubles seem to go up in the flames of first love now that he was going on his first date with you.

What about the part where he'll have to tell you his Maga secret? Well, that's a problem for future him. Right now he needs to bask in this high for as long as possible.

"Pinch me! I must be dreaming-- OW!" he stopped jumping to rub his side in which Tao earned a glare from him.

"My bad, thought you were serious."

She sat at her desk and started working on her bowl of tomato basil soup.

"Aren't you going to ask me how it went?" The redhead tapped his foot impatiently.

The silver haired woman lets out a sigh, "I take it went well?"

"More than well! We kissed! They made me cookies and we're going to the movies tomorrow!" The happy boy resumed his jumping and cheering.

"Congrats, you picking them up?"

"Yeah!"

"So you know where they live?"

That's when Alma remembered he didn't. Plus, he didn't have your phone number nor that you had a shift tomorrow either. Did you even agree on a movie? Verbally?

"Aw, crap..."

As she watched her brother sink into the couch cushions, Tao groaned and opened her phone to call the diner for your number.

Ah, young love.

Really does make fools of us, doesn't it?

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mhathotfic · 2 years

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When I said I’m uselessly horny did you expect anything else from me? It’s just a short piece to get back into writing my monster fucking fics

Warnings: monster fucking, breeding kink, outdoor sex in the woods, knotting, primal play, fem afab reader, vaginal sex described, reader thinks of herself as Kiri’s breeding bitch, written with plus size reader in mind

Pairing: werewolf! Eijirou Kirishima x reader

Well past midnight wasn’t the smartest time for pretty twenty something to go running in the woods, really was there any safe time for young woman to go running? There were lot’s of scary things in the woods after all.

Wildlife that could potential kill, plants filled with toxins and poisons. All sorts of nasty things really, so why did (Yn) find herself running in the pale glow of the full moon’s light? Heart pounding in her ears, making them ring like some sort of alarm only she knew of; adrenaline rushing in her veins and swears slipping past her plump lips every time root or rock tripped her up?

Simple her circumstances were unique.

Her pursuer, happened to be her lover who was quite an insatiable beast of a man when he was in this state. She didn’t mind though, she was more than happy to play the helpless damsel for him.

After all, how often do you get to be pinned against a tree and fucked until you blacked out? Who else could say that they’ve happily become their beloved’s breeding bitch? That a literal werewolf, practically straight out of a questionably at best adult novel, was the one doing so?

Hell, even the way they fucked looked like a scene out a novel.

Her hands tangled in thick luscious black fur tinted red at the tips from his last dye job; his mouth on her neck, teeth as sharp as knives sinking in and marking her permanently as his mate. Legs pushed as far apart as he needed to fit his monstrous frame between her thick thighs.

He had tried to be gentle like his more human side wanted but the more she cried his name begging him not to hold back he just couldn’t disappoint her. Fucking into her like he was trying to change the shape of her warm little cunt and growling into her neck every time she babbled about how close she was getting before crying his name out again and again.

Taking his knot so well he swore she was meant for this, to be the bitch she claimed to be no matter how dirty it felt to agree with her on it.

“F-fuck, oh fuck! Gonna cum, gonna cum again, Eiji please!” he snapped out of his thoughts, focussing instead on cramming his knot deep into her one last time for the night.

Carefully dragging her down and pinning her to the ground, legs pushed back with her knees to her chest. Mesmerized by the sight of her tight little pussy clenching around nothing, just waiting to be stuffed full.

He howled in pleasure, burying himself in her and setting a desperate pace. His head teetering back as he indulged in the way her body was practically sucking him in. He was just as close, just as desperate for release as she was.

“God yes!” she monad into his ear feeling his knot slap against her, trying to plug her up “fuck please, Eijirou fuckin’ knot me! B-breed me! Want it so bad please!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, with a loud growl he forced his knot in. Felt her shake in pleasure before going limp against him, babbling incoherently about the little family they’d have soon and falling asleep not long after. He knew he’d be mad at himself later for giving in and going so far, but that was future him’s problem. All he to do was enjoy being knotted with his mate a little while longer.

#eijirou kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader smut #eijirou x reader #eijirou x reader smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader smut #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader smut #monster thirst

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years

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this kingdom v, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is thinking about giving his noona a break. She's been grinding League of Legends games for weeks. A change of pace was good, right? (Jungkook definitely wasn't pressured by Kim Taehyung to serve a little romance for once in his life instead of constant horny). They go camping by the sea. They still fuck. Jungkook is predictable. He wouldn't say he was though. Not out loud. Maybe under duress.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; Jungkook is low-key high-key? a brat; some technical LoL talk; fluff, tbh; intense smut (fem reader, spit kink, pet name (for JK), gagged + cuffed JK, edging, pain kink, handjob, begging, m-receiving oral / face-fucking, mentions of ball-squeezing, semi-public groping, indecent exposure(?), multiple orgasms, doggy, scratching, spanking, fingering); non-idol!BTS; long black-haired, tsundere softsub!Jungkook x self-assured, cocky, power-bottom/softdom noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and your POV; ft Kim Seokjin yelling at you to touch grass

yup, JK is still obsessed with her booty. happy JK day!

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

“Little bunny, I know you want to scream, but the neighbors said we’re too loud, so I’ll have to silence you for now.”

Crack!

Yeah, okay, like that wasn’t loud.

“I know you like that.”

Jeon Jungkook really wanted to tell himself that he didn’t. He was a simple guy. Food, games, girls, in that order… obviously. His friends liked to tell him he was a total simp for his woman, but Jungkook begged to differ. He was a sensible man. He wasn’t going to get all starry-eyed over some pretty girl. That was all cosmetic shit anyway. It was the stats that mattered.

She stuck her tongue out and spit slid off the pink tip, splattering onto his crotch, onto her hand around his rock-hard dick.

Okay.

He could explain.

Jungkook bit down hard and tried not to let his eyes roll back into his head as she started jacking him off again.

She cocked her head at him, stroking her thigh with his belt, tracing the red mark at the inner part as she pushed him to the brink, again, with her spit and her hand. She wasn’t just a pretty face. No, his noona was drop-dead gorgeous. That dangerous smile, that messy hair that was usually in a defined ponytail, that sexy body that was a knockout in clothes, but even better naked. Perky tits and lovely waist that fit just right in his hands and flared out into that perfectly shaped ass that was now planted on his tense leg as he slammed his handcuffed hands into the headboard and chomped down on the ball gag, electricity all over his nerves as she adjusted her grip, now slightly higher, slick, sensitive, tight, please don’t, please don’t, he kept telling his head and his head whispered back, please do, just one more time, just–

She stopped and dropped down, wrapping her lips around the wet head and soaking it with saliva, cutting off his orgasm with softness and making him scream into the plastic.

He tried to jerk his hips up but her knee came down and pinned him, still leisurely sucking on his dick like he wasn’t thrashing on her bed and making the whole bedframe clatter against the wall. Staring at him to make him self-conscious, so he glared back, his long black hair a mess over his eyes, feeling the stinging strain all over his body and he hated it.

He didn’t like it one bit.

She stared into his eyes.

Okay, okay, okay, it was a fucking lie, it was all a fucking lie, he loved every agonizing second, fuck, so fucking stupid that he loved it so fucking much, stop looking at me like that, shit, getting harder, seeing peeks of her little pink tongue slipping out from her full lips, caressing his shaft with the utmost care, saliva dripping down and pooling onto his crotch, I’m gonna go insane, her hands sliding down, smearing it everywhere, two fingers slipping around his balls and stroking the space just under him and Jungkook was done for.

His eyes rolled back into his head, feelings her nails drag over his skin.

She popped her mouth off him and kissed up his tense abs, his shaking chest, past his racing heartbeat, and he couldn’t look, couldn’t bear her smirk of triumph as she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the plastic ball gag that he was drooling around.

Fuck me.

His brain, annoyingly, reminded him.

She is.

Jungkook growled and snapped his head back to that wolfish, smug grin that was hovering above him.

“Why are your hands up here?” she purred, her fingers sliding up his arms, massaging his flexed forearms, fingers stroking his clenched fists above his head. She tapping her fingertips against his white knuckles.

She licked his face.

Hot, slick, possessive.

“Don’t you wanna fuck my pretty face?”

He was breathing very hard.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.

But this was her kingdom.

Her head moved to the side, tucking into the crook of his shoulder, Jungkook groaned, seeing her raised ass in the air. Round, perky, so delicious he wanted to sink his teeth into it. She placed her weight into his chest and he felt her hard nipples against his skin as she threw his belt over her back, using both hands to readjust the placement.

She let the leather cut into that curve, bouncing lightly to let him see it sink into her flesh.

Loosened her grip a little and snapped it down onto her ass, moaning lightly into his ear.

Probably didn’t even hurt that much but Jungkook was too horny to give a single fuck. Pride? What pride? Fuck pride, his arms came down and desperate, gurgled whimpers were emitting from his throat, pushing down on her shoulders with his forearms, and she laughed, he didn’t even care. Begging? Sure, why the fuck not, call it begging, he didn’t care anymore, shoving her down his torso, handcuffed hands awkward and jerky, but she moved like liquid, sliding down his body, placing her hands on the bed.

Lifted her head.

Hovered above his embarrassingly hard dick and grinned, letting her tongue hang out.

Jungkook grabbed the top of her head and pushed her hair away from her face, ticking his chin down.

Fucking start!

She looked down and licked the dark red tip lightly.

He should have pulled on her hair, but he forgot. Jungkook just found himself whining, holding her hair back, shifting his hips impatiently.

“Don’t hold back, little bunny.”

Her tongue curled around the head of his cock and collected it into her lips in one swift motion.

Damn, those flawless mechanics.

Jungkook pushed her head down and she swallowed his length. Hot, wet, tight. He wanted to say he controlled the pace. He really did. He pushed down, but there was a split second of hesitation on pulling up – he was still holding onto her hair – but she got the hint, pushing back against him as if to defy him, so he pushed down again, she pulled back, a tug of war all of a sudden, her lips so soft, her throat so tight, her tongue all over him, all around the head when she ascended and underneath the head when she descended, him shoving her down, her jerking back up. The increased speed and roughness she used in resisting his hands, he returned in the force of his palms, and now they had created a furious, intense rhythm, his eyes squeezing shut, warm wet sleeve around his throbbing cock, so good, I hate it, I hate that you’re so fucking good, hate it so fucking much that I love you, fuck, but the words were muffled and trapped in his throat, his teeth sinking into the ball gag, thrusting his hips up and hitting the back of her throat, the muscles back there tightening, immobile, didn’t even gag.

He was scared he was going to fuck it up with his frenzied desperation, and he opened his eyes, seeing her shoulders lock, her hands bracing herself, and she glanced at him.

Unafraid.

Unbothered.

Hell, maybe borderline bored.

His cock jerked and Jungkook gasped behind the gag, snapping his head back into the pillows and forcing his hips up, sliding into the deepest, tightest part of her throat, and his orgasm shot out, his tense body violently flinching with each throb. Seeing white and moaning messily, wretched, wrecked, losing grip, ricocheting pleasure piercing through him, feeling her head retreat slightly, swallowing noisily around his cock, the vibration strumming through his veins, compounding the already overwhelming sensations.

Holy shit.

Her tongue, so soft, pressing to the base of the head, teasing the thin skin there.

His body collapsed into the mattress and her mouth followed, sinking down and licking all around.

Fine.

His woman was always number one in his head and he was a total simp.

Not that Jungkook was going to say that out loud.

Willingly.

“How’s your wrists?”

“Fine.”

“Ah. Cool.”

You turned away and rubbed your throat, swallowing lightly. The soreness was mostly in your jaw. You locked it for too long. Should have relaxed it in the tiny increments of ascending. You isolated the muscles and flexed it as you put the handcuffs in the nightstand. You picked up the ball gag beside you and chuckled, seeing the teeth marks. This was going to be expensive, trying to keep Jungkook silent.

You tossed it in the trash, shrugging.

“Are you okay?”

You stood up, plucking Jungkook’s white t-shirt off your gaming chair. “Hm?”

“I asked if you were okay,” your boyfriend snapped from behind you as you slid his shirt on, covering your naked body. He cleared his throat as you popped your head out, turning your head to look at him while you pulled your hair out of the neck hole.

“I… I didn’t want to be too rough on you.”

He was chewing on his lip, voice softened.

You smirked.

“You’re never rough on me, little bunny.”

You sat down and swiveled around, tapping your keyboard to wake your computer up. Jungkook was sitting on your bed, wearing only his black boxer briefs, loosely holding his phone. There were small marks by the sides of his lip, including a dent from his lip ring. You had massaged the sides of his mouth after removing the gag. Jungkook had tried to push you away, but you slapped his hand away and checked his piercing, ignoring his protests.

You let him wipe the drool off his own mouth, though. He wasn’t a kid.

“Shouldn’t you go to sleep?”

“I gotta play one more game,” you replied, logging into League of Legends. “Ten points from completing this mission. Probably just an ARAM. A Summoner’s Rift game will take too long.”

You heard rustling and seconds later Jungkook was behind you.

“Noona.”

Your mouse hovered over the ‘Find Match’ button but you didn’t click it.

Instead, you sensed a shift in Jungkook’s tone and faced him, seeing him standing behind you.

“What up?”

His eyes shifted from the screen, to you, and for a split second you braced yourself, feeling as if the unpleasant conversation was coming. The you-game-too-much conversation. It always came, especially with the older guys you had fucked. When are you going to grow up? It’s nice to have hobbies, but you should focus on your career and starting a family instead of video games. Blah, blah, blah. They yapped like annoying dogs and you’d tell them to fuck off and then ghost them. It was a pain in ass dating someone who didn’t understand something as simple as your love for games, and you had no problem cutting out those kinds of people.

Except.

Except this was Jungkook and, in this moment, you realized how much it would really hurt if he asked you to stop gaming.

Fuck, I love this guy.

Jungkook ran his hand though his long black hair and shifted his eyes, darting his gaze to your face, to the wall, to your neck, to your computer, to your face, and so on.

Huh?

“Do you have tea?” he mumbled.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“Tea.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Not every drink in this place is an energy drink or soda, right?”

You frowned. “Uh… I think my mom got me a box of lemon tea when I was sick, yeah…” You stood up, wandering off to the kitchen, trying to remember which cabinet it was. Opening random ones and reaching to the back. It was in the third one you opened, a little box with tubular packets of instant lemon-flavored black tea that could be made cold or hot. Your mom knew how lazy you were. “You want tea?”

“I want to make you some hot tea, yeah.”

You popped up from the ground, clutching the box of tea. You were behind the peninsula of the kitchen counter and Jungkook was on the other side, peering over to watch you search.

“What?”

He jerked back, eyes getting all shifty again.

An awkward silence.

You stared at him as he shuffled around the counter, pointedly not looking at you as he neared. Snatched the box from your hands and scuttled sideways like a river crab, reaching into one of the lower cabinets for a pot.

“I have an electric kettle.”

Jungkook flinched as you reached around him and brought it out from an upper cabinet, placing it on the counter. You glanced at his face. He turned away.

His ears were red.

“Go start your game,” he barked gruffly.

A weird tingle danced through your chest and you reached up reflexively, touching your cheek.

It was warm.

Am I blushing?!

You yanked your hand away from your face and spoke up. “I… I can just make it myself, you kno–”

Jungkook’s head whipped around so fast that you backed up, hitting the counter as he pushed you into it, crowding you with his larger frame. Dark brown eyes flashing, brows furrowed, lips twisted into a frown, and his cheeks were bright pink.

“I’ll do it,” he gritted out.

You blinked at him.

He cleared his throat, leaning in closer. “I mean, I’ll do it, because if I don’t, you’ll think I can’t. I can make tea better than you can anyway.”

“It’s, uh, just the powder packets…” you pointed out, poking the box in his hand, not looking away from his face.

Jungkook looked down and saw the packaging. “Oh.” His head lifted and there was no more anger. You always knew he had some big peepers, but they were extra noticeable today. Just… stunning. Jungkook was always stunning, no question. Even your parents overlooked the tattoos and piercings because Jungkook had such a handsome face. He was always polite around them too.

You really are the perfect guy, Jungkook.

You opened your mouth to tell him that, but he closed the distance between you and him and placed a light kiss on your lips, his clean scent filling your nose.

“Go win, noona,” he murmured, kissing you again and nudging you with his nose, pushing you away from him, back towards the direction of your computer. “If you play too late, all the degenerates wake up.”

You chuckled, scooting away from him.

Then, before you forgot, you pressed your lips to his ear, whispering softly.

Delicately.

Fondly.

“I love you.”

You slipped past him and went to your computer, clicking the ‘Find Match’ button.

“What champion are you playing?”

“Renata.”

Renata Glasc, the Chem-Baroness, the calculated bloodthirsty Zaun enchanter support that could turn opponents against each other with her ultimate, causing them to attack each other once her dark pink cloud of chemicals possessed them for a few seconds. You pioneered her with confidence, dancing the line of too close and just out of reach. Paired with Amumu, the Sad Mummy, whose ultimate stunned everyone within the giant area-of-effect circle, you two could provide great setup for your last three teammates to kill the entire enemy team.

The problem was, your other three teammates weren’t being patient.

“Fucking shit…”

The Amumu was great. They even communicated when they had their ult even though you could see the cooldown by the mummy’s portrait on the right. They were definitely following your lead. Your other three teammates were playing stupid now though. A couple won teamfights and those idiots thought they were invincible, not waiting for your and Amumu’s setup.

“What the fuck, why didn’t your Diana wait?” Jungkook complained as your screen went gray.

You rubbed your forehead. “Didn’t wait for Amumu to engage.”

“He had two seconds until his ult was up! Come on!”

You stifled your laugh, reaching over to the tea Jungkook had set on the side of your desk. His tattooed hand shot out and flicked you away from it, putting your hand back on the mouse.

“You revived.”

“I was going to take a sip of your hard work.”

He gave you the side eye. “It’s too hot right now. Don’t you know the concept of boiled water? Come on, Sett is gonna go in again like a fucking dumbass.”

You cocked an eyebrow as you bought your items and right-clicked your way back to the center of the map. “You wanna play for me?”

“Hell no. I don’t know how to play Renata.”

He was sitting on the edge of your bed, watching your game from behind. Surprisingly, not backseat gaming, only commenting and getting angry for you even though he wasn’t even in the game. Sometimes it really bothered you when someone watched, but this game was going to end soon… hopefully.

“It’s pretty easy,” you said as you played, right clicking and making sure to keep Renata out of arm’s reach from your opponents. “The Q is a hook to yank an enemy around, the W is an attack speed steroid and revival if your teammate’s health hits zero and kills someone before it runs out, the E is a shield that slows when you throw it out. And the R–”

“Is that nasty pink cloud that makes everyone go berserk, I see that,” Jungkook finished for you, his pitch hiking excitedly. “Shit! Nice!”

You had mashed R the second you saw Amumu throw himself into the fray and the enemy team pile on top of him. Killed four of the enemies and were now chasing down the last to ace them.

“This Amumu is actually really good,” you hummed, keeping an eye out as you attacked the tower. Everyone else had ended up dying after killing the enemy Maokai. Damn tree was unkillable. “I don’t know if we can win though. My Draven can’t kill Maokai and he won’t build fuckin’ lifesteal to survive either.”

There was silence as you focused, suddenly pulled into the game. Huh. You weren’t one to give up easily, but it hadn’t been going well and you could see your teammates weren’t really thinking about how to win fights, and yet, slowly but surely, you could see the tides were turning. The cooldowns were getting shorter, Amumu was getting tankier, and you focused on staying alive, because even if your inhibitor was down and your teammates were being dumb, you didn’t die, keeping them alive and winning the latest fight by the slimmest of margins, hooking the enemy Jinx and pulling her towards you, dying from her rocket as your teammates closed in and killed her.

Hm.

You could see the angle now.

You had enough movement speed now to get close and bait the damage dealers into going for you, since they were avoiding the tanky Amumu. Now the fights were different. The enemy team was getting impatient, chasing after you a little too much, not thinking that you would have the gall to turn and fight, using your ult to buy that crucial second of time for your teammates to capitalize.

You could feel it.

The best feeling you could get when you were playing games, that kind of floating elation when you knew you were doing everything right, completely absorbed and moving by instinct, timing your movements to both start the fight and make up for your teammates’ weaknesses. Sometimes you had to accept the ones playing with you weren’t the best, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t win. You just had to predict what the opponents would do, how your teammates would react, and keep them alive for as long as you could, pushing forward bit by bit, grinning as you spied the enemy Jinx stepping a little too close.

A primary damage dealer seeking to kill the low-damage support. What could go wrong for her?

Q, W your Diana as she jumped in, R, E to shield at the last second and–

“Holy shit.”

Aced the enemy team.

“They can’t win now,” you declared.

You almost forgot Jungkook was there. Your mouth responded to him but your head was in the game, mapping out the path for victory. You died one more time, yet everything was falling into place. Finally, your teammates realized to simply follow your lead with Amumu’s engage, and that was all you needed, to control the pace, and you did so flawlessly.

“Shurelya’s was definitely the best choice here, we needed that speed up,” you muttered as the enemy nexus exploded, sitting back as the VICTORY screen popped up. “I’m glad I built that instead of Imperial Mandate,” you went on under your breath, peering at the ending statistics as you reached over to the mug of tea waiting for you, sipping the piping hot liquid.

Oh! Perfect temperature.

“That was crazy,” Jungkook sighed in awe behind you.

You almost splashed the entire mug onto your face in surprise. Oh, shit, that’s right! You swallowed hard, wincing at the amount, sudden pain and heat.

“Ack, uh... yeah…”

“Is it too hot?”

You waved hurriedly as you heard him scramble to his feet, choppily jerking your head as you tried not to cough. Not you choking on tea and not his dick. “Guk, fine… I’m fine…”

You caught his eye and froze.

Jungkook also froze, realizing his expression and stance of concern, torn between showing it and not showing it, but then it was too long of a timeframe and now he was just staring at you and you were staring at him, wheezing silently for a moment. You weakly took another sip of tea. He wiggled backward and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed again.

“You… You’re good, right?” he finally asked.

You nodded slowly. “Y… Yep.”

Silence.

You drank some tea.

Jungkook’s long hair was tied up in ponytail, exposing his awkward face. “Cool. Cool.”

You breathed out. You weren’t usually awkward around Jungkook. It was kind of hard to be, because he was so funny. His behavior was probably infuriating to some, but it mostly made you laugh. Maybe some thought that you were enduring his childish behavior a little too much. You didn’t really see it that way though. Jungkook always had good intentions, and he tried not to show too much of his kind nature by pretending to be harsh. It was just…

Well, when you thought he might ask you to stop gaming, you realized that you might actually consider it if it really did bother him.

And that was made you embarrassed.

That would mean you loved him that much.

Yes, you knew you loved Jungkook, more than any other guy you ever dated, of course. The sex was incredible, he was fun to be around, you liked all his little quirks and his predictably stubborn reactions to your behavior. You would be sad if he gave up on his pretend fighting-for-dominance schtick. But enough to rethink your gaming habits? Whoa. That was a little insane, no? And he was right here. You weren’t exactly alone to process this new revelation. Plus, he made you hot tea because he was worried that he had hurt you. It didn’t matter if you said you were okay; you always said you were okay.

There was no reason to worry him.

You found yourself gazing into his eyes and he was gazing back, silent and entranced.

Maybe.

Maybe he knew that you would always say that you were okay, that you would always stay strong in front of him, that you never wanted him to feel guilty for being himself, especially when you asked for it.

You smiled at him from behind your Poro-printed mug.

Jungkook smiled back, probably instinctively.

Oh, God, we’re so gross.

You hastily took another sip and did not choke this time.

You heard him clearing his throat and scratching his head, reaching over the bed to pick up his phone.

“Hey, noona…”

“Mhm?”

“Have you ever been in a camping caravan?”

You scrunched up your face in thought. “Uh… think my dad took me camping a couple times when I was young. We rented one of those camping trailers, yeah. Went to go fishing and stuff. I never caught anything,” you added with a laugh. “Mostly he toasted a billion marshmallows and I would chow down until I felt sick,” you snickered, remembering those nights in the woods under the starry sky. “Mom never came. She thought it was horrible being away from a comfy bed. Why live like cavemen when we’re civilized human beings? So, it was only Dad and I, until I got a computer and then we kinda stopped…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling rueful as you remembered.

“Let’s go next weekend.”

You sat up, blinking rapidly, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. You could call you dad later. “Huh?”

“The LoL event will be over by then,” Jungkook mumbled as he poked around on his phone. “I’ll rent one and we’ll go.”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Jungkook, you’re not gonna want me out in nature. I barely touch grass as it is, let alone know anything about camping. My dad did everything.”

“S’fine. I know stuff.”

He looked up.

“I’ll do everything. You won’t rest your wrists unless you’re nowhere near your computer.”

You felt your face burn. “What! I–”

“Will just switch to a phone game or a console game when the event is over,” he finished for you with a roll of his eyes, going back to his phone. “I’ll rent it, pick the camping site, and we’ll go next weekend.”

“You’re not even gonna let me exp–”

“No.”

“I won’t–”

“Yes, you will. Let’s go camping, like you and your dad used to do.”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You wanted to say, I’m not addicted to gaming, or, you’re not the boss of me, or some equally dumb shit, but then your recalled sitting by the sea with your father, a little cold, your child self snuggling by his arm, and he was asking you, did you have fun? You told him you did. You wanna go home now and watch TV, don’t you? Heh, I guess you put up with your old man long enough, kiddo. You had thought that was weird for him to say. I like hanging out with you. He had laughed. It’s the marshmallows, huh? You had punched his hard bicep with your tiny fist. No, you stupid dummy, I love you, Dad.

And then your father did a weird thing.

He started crying.

You were startled, because nothing sad was happening, as far as you knew.

He had hugged you super tight and you had wriggled around, confused, and now older you remembered this moment that child you thought was weird as fuck. He had stopped pretty quickly and started tickling you, making you forget all about it, but you remembered now, his warm hug and him patiently teaching you how to fish despite how fucking terrible you were at it, lighting sparklers at night, carrying you on his shoulders as he hiked along the path you were supposed to do together, scolding you to stop tugging at his ears but you kept doing so.

You were a rebellious little shit.

You heard Jungkook call your name and you snapped back to present time, seeing your boyfriend raising an eyebrow at you.

“You spaced out.”

You blinked slowly, clearing your blurry vision. “Ah, sorry.” You stood up, taking your now empty mug with you. “Okay. Let’s go next weekend.”

“Let me wash that.”

“Jungkook, I can wash dishes.”

“Not like how I can wash dishes.”

“What, did you spend ten thousand hours doing dishes and now you’re a master at it or something?”

“Give me the cup.”

“Never met a man so aggressive about clean dishes, sheesh…”

Jungkook could not believe he was the one trying to convince his girlfriend that they should eat a damn vegetable.

“I’m fine with getting a fourth pack of pork belly,” he was hearing himself saying and still not quite believing it. “But we should bring some kimchi to sauté in the pork fat.” He never thought he be advocating for cabbage, but here he was, forcefully adding the packets of kimchi into the shopping cart. Shouldn’t this situation be reversed?

She frowned at him, dropping in the packs of instant noodles. “Are you sure that’s good?”

“Of course, it’s good. You think I don’t know what good food is?”

“You’ll eat anything, Jungkook.”

“I just hate wasting food,” he grumbled, seeing a small pot on a lower shelf. Oh shit. He forgot to pack one. That would be bad if she wanted noodles. He quickly picked it up and added it to the cart. “Did you get rice?”

“Ah, I’ll go get it.”

“I can follow you, you know.”

She turned and, right in the middle of the grocery store, flipped up the bottom of her oversized red and black T1 hoodie, exposing her slinky black leggings molded to her perky, plump ass. The most perfect shape he had ever seen, and those juicy, squeezable thighs.

Fuck.

“Oh. I know.”

His dick immediately shot up.

“Noona!” he hissed, but she was already walking off, causing him to hurry along awkwardly with his now very inconvenient tent in his pants while they were in this very convenient grocery store. Great. Just great. He wasn’t planning on pitching a tent in the store, but here he was. Ugh, her perfect ass though. Damnit. He fuckin’ loved it when she made it bounce as he jacked off on her command and had her roughly squeeze his balls like they owned her money. A whole fucking lot of it too. Love it when he begged her to smack her ass and knead it and sink her fingers into those juicy cheeks as he roughly pumped his dick and felt the violent pressure of her inescapable grip borderline destroying his poor, helpless balls.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, nearly flinging himself into the aisle of snacks as the subject of all his horny fantasies pressed up against him and nuzzled his neck.

“Do you wanna get some drinks?” that wolfish smile asked innocently as she not-so-innocently palmed his rock-hard dick through his sweatpants, sinful fingers curling around the length, lightly rubbing his balls underneath at the same time.

“S… Stop…” he breathed, feeling his cock throb and jerk happily from her touch. Stop, his mouth said, keep going, his dick said, you’re in public, his brain reminded him, and his dick agreed, hell yeah, I am, if only it was a little more public–

Jungkook forced his hand to shoot forward and wrap around her fingers, squeezing them and himself hard enough so his dick was choked into submission to avoid jail time for indecent exposure. He was two seconds away from dropping his pants and humping her right here in the goddamn grocery store. Would be a cool headline, but Park Jimin would never stop teasing him about it if it happened, so…

Not worth it.

He shoved his forehead against hers, glaring as piercingly as he could, which, admittedly, was probably not that intimidating, but he had to fucking try, didn’t he? One of them had to be sensible in this relationship! Not that he wanted to be, hell no, he wanted to be her sex slave, what, no he didn’t, well, I do but now is not the time to think stuff like that, he scolded himself, clenching his jaw as he fiercely stared into those gorgeous, mischievous, daring eyes. She was so damn pretty. Everything about her, especially like this, no makeup, just glowing under him, smirk and all.

Beautiful.

It nearly made him sick.

“Stop,” he growled, low and dangerous.

Her smirk turned into a pleased, stunning smile as she strongly pulsed her palm around his length.

His eyes almost rolled back into his head.

“Okay.”

Kissed his nose and let go of him, breaking out of his grip easily.

Jungkook had to bite his tongue to avoid screaming.

“Shit. I forgot something.”

“What is it? I’ll go back in since I’m paying for groceries.”

Jungkook shoved you back into the passenger’s seat before you could stand up. “Stay here.”

You cocked in eyebrow, resisting his grip. “Why?”

His hold tightened, his hand sliding down the front of your hoodie, pressing down on your thigh. That would stop a lot of women. Men too, probably. Would stop anyone, really, Jungkook’s tattooed fingers sinking into the inside of your thigh, squeezing hard and powerfully, but it didn’t stop you, too used to his type and his antics.

You crossed your legs and squashed his fingers in between your soft thighs, leaning towards him slyly.

You loved his eyes. Those big peepers gave him away every time, no matter how tough he was acting. His lips could be set in annoyance, his brows could be furrowed angrily, and he could try to hide under his large, charcoal dray bucket hat, but you saw the sparks within those large dark brown orbs. Fear and desire, mixed together. An expression you knew well.

You were the main perpetrator of both emotions for Jeon Jungkook.

“What do you think you’re doing, little bunny?” you whispered, hot and heavy.

He set his jaw, tugging at his hand. Trying to pull away, but not really, the pads of his fingers curling in, his breathing shallowing. You lurched your hips forward and the side of his hand pressed against your clothed pussy, crushing him from three sides.

Jungkook leaned in too.

Growling low, all bark and no bite.

“Can you listen to me for once–”

You licked the side of his lip, outlining his lip ring.

Stared into his eyes.

“S… Stop…”

His eyelashes lowered. Your head tilted. You flexed your legs, constricting his fingers between your thighs, inhaling the breath he let out with effort. You dismantled his defenses, one by one, and Jungkook refused to look at you, refused to lose until he could refuse no longer, because you were so close, centimeters from his lips, and his gaze lifted, knowing you would take what was yours the second he made eye contact, even right out here in the public parking lot, anywhere, always forcing him to walk the line of decency and desperation.

You knew he liked it.

He wouldn’t say, but those eyes willingly surrendering, pleading to be taken, were enough.

Your phone vibrated in your bag.

Both Jungkook and you jerked, squinting at the tiny black backpack that demanded your attention with a thrilling buzz. You reached over and he took the chance to yank his hand out, his breath catching, biting back a sound and forcing it back down his throat. Sounded suspiciously like a whimper, but he mumbled, I’ll be back, and stumbled out of the car, hastily adjusting his crotch before sprinting back to the store.

You watched him go, the corner of your lips quirking up.

Glanced at the phone screen and answered.

“What?”

“Yah!” Kim Seokjin shouted. He did not know the meaning of a normal volume. “You are supposed to say hello! Where are your manners?” Well, maybe that habit was restricted to you, considering you answered with what instead of a pleasant greeting.

“Are you in jail?” you asked nonchalantly. “Otherwise, I can’t imagine why you are calling.”

“I am not in jail. I am a good boy,” Seokjin snapped, and you imagined his facial expression twisted into hamster-like fury, glaring at the phone even though you couldn’t see. “Also, are you implying you wouldn’t bail me out? Yah! I’d help you, you ungrateful–”

“After I figure out why you’re there and taking out the appropriate party, yeah, I’d come get you and your broad shoulders.”

You heard Seokjin mumble your ominous usage of taking out the appropriate party, and he was very aware you didn’t mean a nice date. “Anyway,” he pivoted, getting to the point of his call. “Since I know you never touch grass, I’m inviting you to my parents’ summer party this weekend, along with Jungkook, where you two will behave like normal human beings,” he added warningly. “There will be lots of meat barbecue and I’m inviting the other guys so you better come.”

You raised your eyebrows.

Apparently, Seokjin didn’t like what happened last time when you snuck off to the bathroom of his parents’ house to make out with Jungkook’s neck, leaving bite marks under his collar as you stroked your boyfriend's chest through his shirt, forcing him to look into the mirror as you pressed your chest to his back and watched him try to stifle his moans as you reached down, down… Only for Seokjin to stumble in and yank your hands off the younger man, scolding you in the corner, you insatiable animal, I knew it, I can’t take the two of you anywhere, and you grinned at his skittish panic, shifting your gaze to Jungkook and licking your teeth, teasing that deepening blush on those cheeks.

Still, Seokjin was inviting you again.

Probably would glare at you and Jungkook every two seconds, but that could be a fun game.

“Oi, stop plotting!” Seokjin barked. “Where’s Jungkook? Tell him.”

“Ah, Seokjin, you’re too late. Jungkook is actually taking me to touch grass. We’re going camping.”

You heard a gasp. “Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook, the friend I haven’t seen in months because he’s lost his mind over your fat ass.” He was trying insult you but you hummed approvingly, and Seokjin snorted. “Is taking you camping? You, who can’t live without games and internet?”

You imagined him squinting suspiciously.

“Who are you and what did you do to my friend?”

You checked your nails. “Sorry I can’t come. Tell your mom I miss her cooking.”

“What did he do? Is he threatening you? Should I fight him?”

A laugh burst out from your lungs. “You really think Jungkook can threaten me?”

Seokjin made a high-pitched confused noise. “I can’t imagine why you would willingly go camping.”

“Do you think you can fight Jungkook?” you teased.

“Well, no, but I can throw Jimin in front of him and I’m sure Taehyung will show up–”

The trunk opened and you whipped your head around to see Jungkook shoving something into the back hurriedly. He jerked up and spied you peeking at him from the front. You tilted your head at him and spoke into the phone.

“My piece of meat is here. You won’t be able to call me this weekend but we can chat later, Seokjin.”

“Ew, don’t call him a piece of meat, that’s disgusting, don’t ever speak to me aga–”

Your boyfriend glared at you from the back.

You stuck your tongue out and licked the air.

He slammed the truck closed.

You crouched by Jungkook’s side as he attempted to attach the caravan to the car.

“Should we ask the employee again?”

“I got it,” he mumbled under his breath, doing who-knows-what. In his big bucket hat, oversized sweatshirt, and loose pants, all charcoal gray, he looked like big boulder against the ground. You were tempted to sit on him, but you didn’t want him to get distracted and later have to chase a runaway trailer because it detached, so you let him work on it.

Okay, a small part of you considered the risk.

The other part of you was enjoying his focus on making sure everything was secure. There was something attractive about it. You almost wandered off to ask for help again, but you realized your need to do that was your unease in depending on someone else. You didn’t want anyone to think you couldn’t do something if you set your mind to it. Especially a man. Being interested in video games jaded you – a woman taking on a hobby that was primarily male-dominant got you plenty of sexist comments over the years, and now you were forever nagged by the constant feeling of, I shouldn’t rely on a man for anything.

Of course, this was different. Jungkook was your boyfriend. You could and should rely on him. He wasn’t doing this to try to one-up you and hold it over your head. He was just doing it because this was his suggestion and he was following though. It wasn’t that deep.

Still…

You stood up and took a step back.

“Got it.”

Jungkook straightened, taking off the gloves he was wearing. “Wanna check? It’s super secure.” He turned and held out the gloves, glancing at you. “I don’t want it to roll away after spending all that money.”

Well, since he asked…

You reached out and took the gloves from him, giving him a small smile. “I liked the blue caravan, though.”

Those big brown eyes narrowed into slits. “We didn’t get to pick. They gave me this one. You want me to go back and complain after I just attached it?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine, fine.”

A quick swipe and you grabbed his forearm, squeezing it with a chuckle, pulling him back towards you.

“I’m kidding. This silver one is good.”

He frowned, the slight upturn of his lips exposing the tiny mole underneath. “Just good? You want the blue one or not? You think I can’t exchange it? I’m sure I can get whatever you want–”

“Jungkook.”

You held his forearm, pressing it to your chest. Hard muscle against your breasts, and he blinked at you, looking down in bunny-like curious confusion. So close, and it usually meant something else, something usually as intriguing as it was indecent, but this was a different kind of tension, a moment where you held him and hugged his forearm. You smiled, and it wasn’t meant to tease him or throw him off.

“Let’s not waste any more time,” you said to him. “I want to be with you. Only you.”

His lips parted, stunned to silence.

Alright, you were teasing him a little bit without him knowing. You knew he liked these cheesy lines. He often watched dramas on your bed while you played games. Propped himself up with all your pillows and plushies, set up a table of snacks as you crushed kids in League of Legends. He would get so invested in the storylines that his mouth would be open while watching.

It was actually low-key hilarious.

Jungkook’s expression morphed into a stern stare.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Oops, your amusement was showing on your face. Better change the subject.

“What the first thing you wanna do when we get set up at the campsite?”

Jeon Jungkook would never, ever say that he was predictable.

“P-Please…”

He was but he would never say that.

What was he supposed to do when his girlfriend was the hottest woman that walked the planet and knew all the things that drove him crazy? He could have staked down the awning on his own but she wanted to try at least once and, well, that required bending over in those leggings of hers, borderline indecent with how perfectly shaped her ass was, the seams molding and framing her hips.

What was he supposed to do?

Not stare?

He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t.

Jungkook would have preferred to do everything for her, but he knew she would hate that. So, he did what any good boyfriend would do – stare pointedly at her butt until she was finished, then stare at her face when she straightened and checked her work with that almost smug, proud smile she had when she did something successful on the first try.

Fuck, he loved her smile.

She was so fuckin’ pretty.

And then she turned and that smile was directed at him and Jungkook probably would have melted into a puddle if he wasn’t completely rigid – in more ways than one – and forgot how to speak. So knowing, so calm, so stunningly out of place surrounded by the beach and the forest. There was a sense of comfortable ease when she was absorbed in her games and her computer; camping was completely out of her element and yet it was always so damn sexy when she faced challenges head on.

Jungkook would know.

She faced him head on.

And ruined his whole life.

“Who’s the best, little bunny?”

“You are, you always will be, noona – o-oh, fuck!”

He was really hoping no one was going to notice the indecent exposure he was committing right now with his pants at his ankles and his cock down her throat, but in Jungkook’s defense, he couldn’t do anything when she squatted down in front of his pants and stuck her tongue out. He forgot about pride, about resisting, about playing hard-to-get, just went straight to whining her name as she wiggled that glossy pink muscle and teased him, say please.

Jungkook took in that nimble tongue, those juicy thighs, the curve of her plump ass and put on his best begging tone.

So now she was sucking his dick right there at the campsite. They lasted about five minutes before this moment. No hands, for she was still wearing the gloves. It amazed him every time, the control of her lips, tongue, throat, fitting around him with light pressure, swiping strokes, and tight suction. Jungkook wouldn’t say that he was predictable, and maybe he was, but he sure as hell didn’t care, so warm, so soft, the tip of her tongue darting out and lapping at his balls, he was going to go crazy feeling the cool air against his saliva-covered balls and the hot tightness of her throat choking the swollen head of his cock, pulsing around his throbbing length every time she swallowed him.

He was moaning far too loud.

There was no one to hear but her and the sea.

“Gonna cum, please, please let me cum–”

In hindsight, Jungkook realized that she was giving him no indication that she wasn’t going to let him cum. He was simply used to being edged. Alright, maybe he hoped for it, just to last a little longer, but no, not this time, and he wasn’t prepared for the sudden rise without the cutoff, throwing his head back and gasping and the pleasure rocketed up from his core and shocked every cell in his body, forgetting anything else but the pure, unadulterated nirvana that was the height of orgasm, his cock jammed down her tight throat and shuddering as she swallowed. Wet, squishy, warm all around, lustfully moaning to the open sky as his spine shook, shoulders lurching, heart racing.

There was no one like his noona.

The whole package.

The right body and the right mind.

Shit.

Ten minutes into being on the camp site and Jungkook already had his first orgasm.

Hopefully no one heard.

“Your bucket hat fell off,” she commented, licking her lips after detaching from his crotch.

“Wut?’

Jungkook twisted and nearly fell over due to his pants being around his ankles. Spit was running down his thighs. Her arm hooked around his knees and held him still, her laugh against his still-wet cock.

“I’ll get it. Sort yourself out, my love.”

“Sort – you did this to me!” He barked, then froze, heart aflutter.

No way.

She didn’t just.

Jungkook did not sort himself out.

He just stood there as she stood up and collected his bucket hat from behind him and continued standing there when she came back, his pants untouched, crotch still a bit wet but drying off from the air, mouth open, her voice ringing in his head.

My love.

No way such a simple pet name would cause such malfunction.

“If you wanna stay naked, you can stay naked, but I’m going to look for wood to start a fire and if your nuts roast in the sun, don’t blame me.”

Jungkook wasn’t a simp.

Right?

This was probably the most sun you've seen in ten years.

Alright, maybe a slight exaggeration. Still, if you asked your past self, say, a month ago, if you would be putting on the one T1 baseball cap you owned and standing ankle-deep in cold water from the literal ocean, past you would have scoffed and said that wasn't your style. Yet, here you were - stunningly clear blue sky, cooking in the sun's rays, cooled off by salty ocean breeze with dense sand under your bare feet as the water came in a calm rush, white foam waves framing tumultuous blue.

Weird.

Wasn't too bad, actually. Nature was kinda nice. Who would have guessed?

You caught yourself smiling as you heard wild splashing of barreling activity beside you.

"Found my shorts."

"Nobody's here," you chuckled.

It took him a second to realize and up his volume by several notches.

"Noona, where are your pants?!"

"My hoodie is long enough."

Before Jungkook could sprint away to snatch up your leggings from the chair beside the caravan, you spun around and grabbed his arm, squeezing his hard forearm tightly and yanking him against you. The ocean laughed and danced upwards, leaving splatters of droplets all over your legs and his, but you were preoccupied with looking up into those big peepers, round like dinner plates when your body molded to his, as if he was completely and utterly shocked that you would pick him over anyone else in this world to press your thighs against.

“Hey,” you whispered with all the slyness of a big bad wolf coaxing a poor little bunny.

Your favorite expression of Jungkook’s was his wide eyes and slightly open mouth, such an amusing contrast to his colorfully dark tattoos, hard muscles, pierced lip, and heavily adorned ears. The juxtaposition of cute and rough was too perfect.

You leaned in and kissed him, slow and soft and with every intention to turn it to anything but.

Every intention.

This is love.

You breathed in his scent, clean with a little hint of fresh sweetness. He always used the nicer laundry products with the gentle fragrances. You always told him you would do your laundry later, and yet you still caught him folding and sorting your suddenly clean laundry after a night of gaming. You would catch him setting up the takeout like it was a gourmet meal, always your food first and his after. Heating it up if it was cold, never forgetting the chopsticks or the napkin. You half-considered telling him, it’s no big deal, you don’t have to do that, but then you saw Jungkook’s face after, hiding his embarrassment and acting as if he hadn’t just done all that, so instead of telling him he didn’t have to do it, you always remembered to say.

Thank you.

The ocean laughed and danced under you two.

You drew away, adjusting your cap with a smile.

Jungkook blinked quickly, bewildered. Likely expecting something else, and now he didn’t know how to react to rather chaste action, his cheeks flushing pink under his bucket hat.

“A… Ah…”

You turned your head to hide your smirk. Kept your grip on his arm and rubbed your thumb against the soft fabric of his gray shirt. Looked back out to the water and it waved back at you, sending a breeze your way.

“Jungkook?” you asked, calm and serene. Maybe more serious than you meant for it to be.

He stumbled over his words.

“H-Hm? Yeah?”

You remembered, years and years ago, standing at a similar spot with your father, holding his hand and watching the synchronization of the sea. The sun had been sinking down then too, just like now. You were much shorter then. Asked too many questions, of course, like any other kid.

“Why did you bring me here?”

The zephyr pranced around you and him, playful and daring, sending your hair aflutter around your shoulders. Good thing you were wearing the hat.

You felt Jungkook’s arm slide up and he wrapped his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles.

“Taehyungie said I should…” He coughed and swallowed his mumbles, standing a little closer, his larger frame framing you, never covering or shadowing all you were. “I wanted to make a good memory. Just you and me.”

You looked away from the shimmering waves and faced him, the one with too much fire, or so the fortune teller said. A brightness in those dark brown eyes, perhaps a slight awkwardness, yet the eye contact remained, a tiny smile creeping onto his expression.

You hoped you could always feed that fire, never let it die out under your watch.

“It’s always just you and me,” you teased, light like the cool droplets clinging to your skin.

A little unease.

“Are you…”

His fingers tightened around yours.

“Happy, noona?”

His face tried to remain neutral, maybe even borderline playful, but his hold on you gave him away, gripping too tight in his nervousness. You stared into his eyes. You never lied to Jungkook about things like this. You couldn’t.

Dad, why didn’t Mom come with us? Doesn’t she love you?

Of course, she does. Your father chuckled. She can’t love anyone else. That’s why we’re got married.

Then why didn’t she come?

Because she’s a princess. He broke out into a full-on laugh then, the sound melding with the mirthful waves and calls of nature, a world rich with sound and color. You splashed water onto his legs and he yelped, pretending to run away as you chased after him, kicking up sand and tumbling too fast, falling headfirst into his strong arms.

If Mom’s a princess, what am I then, Dad?

He grinned at you, mischievous and wolflike, an expression you could match in the mirror.

Don’t tell her, but you’re my queen, forever and always.

“I’m always happy with you, Jungkook.”

You squeezed his hand, tighter than he held you, making him inhale sharply.

“That’s why you’re my king, forever and always.”

You tilted your head and leaned in to kiss him again. Let your tongue graze his lip ring and sucked in his gasp. Pressure of lips to lips, sliding your tongue into the wet warmth, into his soft sound and whispers of love. A deep breath, and his scent mixed with the salt of the sea, you arm slipping around his waist and bringing him closer, blocking out the sun with your passion, feeling the contours of his body against yours, drinking in his kisses as you let go of his hand and lifted your cap, freeing your hair to the whims of the wind, causing it to curl against your cheek and his.

Jungkook yelped as the ocean splashed up his legs and soaked his shorts. You laughed and stepped back, dragged along by his hand on your arm.

The water seemed to be scolding you. Get a room!

You yanked your hat back on and grinned at your boyfriend who as glaring at the ocean angrily as if this had been a personal attack. He looked ready to throw hands with dihydrogen monoxide. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wasn’t going to win that one. Better distract him.

“Let’s eat. The sun is going down already.”

Dinner was an alarming amount of samgyeopsal. You and Jungkook probably weren’t going to survive on a deserted island. You would probably need the help of six big heads to avoid being hopelessly addicted to carbs on your first day. Thankfully, this was a campsite with access to water, an outhouse, and an hour’s drive away from civilization. You grilled the meat as Jungkook hunted for the tableware. Right before the meat was fully cooked, Jungkook asked you to scoot the meat to the edges and dumped a packet of kimchi onto the hot pan covered in pork fat, cutting it up to make it crispy.

“Did we get rice?”

“What do we need rice for?”

“We didn’t get rice?!”

“I’m just kidding; here it is, little bunny.”

Jungkook squinted warningly and you smiled back, unperturbed.

“Let me go get the surprise.”

“What surprise?”

She had been shoving sparklers into the fire and watching the chaos of sparks snap, crackle, and pop out dangerously. Jungkook had warned her not to do it. Fruitlessly, of course, because she did it anyway and he knew she would.

His older girlfriend wasn’t good at listening.

“Don’t put any more in.”

She pouted at him and he jerked back at the unexpected cuteness. Shit, what was with her today? Endless attack after attack, hitting him right in the uwus. He could only take so much before he couldn’t hide his swooning anymore. He quickly raced back into the caravan and found what he was looking for, gently but swiftly picking up the package and the wooden skewers.

He bounded back to her inappropriately poking the fire with another sparkler.

“Ey! Stop!”

She turned her head and was about to chuck it in to be a complete butt. Instead, she froze, eyes growing wide as she spied what was in his hands.

“You… You got marshmallows?”

Fuck, what was this gaming hermit with the fantastic beast of an ass so damn cute for?! Those damn sparkly eyes for fluffy white confectionary and the instant bounce up to hurry over to him were melting him faster than ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Y-Yeah, I got marshmallows,” he announced as if he wasn’t clearly holding them already. “You have to toast marshmallows when you go camping. That’s the rule.”

She stuck close to him as they sat back down, holding the skewers as he opened the bag.

“Heh, true, true.”

It was a little ritual, her taking a skewer and carefully spearing the large marshmallow right at the center, handing it to him and then doing the same for herself, setting the materials aside so they could lean over the fire, slowly turning them in the dancing flames to avoid burning them. It was dark now, colder by the open sea where the humidity wasn’t trapped by the urban jungle. Crickets and cicadas conducting their symphony in the forest, adding to the Bluetooth speaker Jungkook had set up to play some tunes on low.

Under the stars, wrapped int their jackets now, roasting sweet fluffs together.

She had looked so happy talking about toasting marshmallows with her father and he had that happiness now, complete with a pleased hum and the lively little dance of her shoulders.

“I don’t think I’ve had marshmallows in forever,” she laughed, tongue between her teeth.

Jungkook was frighteningly close to passing out from her cute charm. “How do you eat them? Do you–”

But he had no chance to finish as she raised her golden-brown marshmallow and pressed the flat of her tongue against it, presumably checking the temperature, then proceeded to open her mouth as wide as she could and shoved the whole ooey-gooey whiteness into her lips to devour it. Her eyes closed and did a little squeeze of joy, wrapping her tongue around the skewer to get off whatever clung on, covering her mouth as she struggled to swallow the mess with a laugh.

Holy shit.

Was he allowed to be horny after seeing that?

Not allowed or not, Jungkook was horny now.

His marshmallow would have burned if she hadn’t retrieved it from his limp hand and shoved it into his open mouth.

“Mmmphf! Hot!”

He fanned his mouth in panic and snatched the water bottle, chugging a fat gulp as the burning thick stickiness coated his mouth, pure sugar and heat bursting onto his tongue, quickly cooled down by bottled water.

“Hey!”

“You have to eat it right away when it’s done,” she was saying in between snickers, taking the water from him so she could drink too. “Otherwise it doesn’t taste good.”

“You tried to kill me!”

“You won’t die from a marshmallow.” Devious sparkle in her eye and that smirk that made his dick jump up in interest. “You’ll die from old age after getting a heart attack from too many orgasms.”

“No, I won’t,” he snapped, jamming a poor marshmallow onto a new skewer and waving it at his demon of a girlfriend like a rosary. “The heart health of my family is excellent. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

The glint in her eye was evil.

Evil.

“Counting on it.”

“S… Should have bought more condoms… o-ooh, fuck meee…”

“Sure.”

Jungkook growled in irritation that quickly morphed into a drawn-out groan as you slammed back into him, on all fours like an animal and fucking him just as ferally. Got a little lower to get more leverage and had him clutching your ass for dear life as your bodies shook the entire bed built into the silver caravan, making the whole thing shake. Pretty obvious what was happening, if the continuous slapping of hips and Jungkook’s uncontrollable moans through the open windows didn’t give it away already. You felt him squeeze and drag his fingernails over the curve of your ass, softness under his strength, falling apart once again to your tight heat and pulsing constriction for the third time.

Back-to-back… to back.

You slowed and focused on tightening around his girth in rapid throbs. Hummed approvingly at the increased hardness, savoring his whining shudder.

“P-Please, move again, please…”

“Helping you last longer, little bunny.”

“Fuck you,” he snarled with no malice whatsoever.

“Good idea, you could work a little harder and at least meet me halfway.”

Far too calm, of course. It was unfair, it was chipping at his ego, it was fueling the fire, and Jungkook growled again, grabbing your hips and sinking his fingers in punishingly, immediately loosening as you started up again, meeting your ass with a harsh smack of his crotch, loud and wet and obscene. It only took a moment to get the rhythm and it was there, fuck, yes, right there. So hard, so deep, your body angled just right to feel all of him, even his balls slapping against your clit, slippery and slick. The air was heavy with sex and salty ocean air from the open windows, so good, so intense that it was perfect, your fingers curling into the sheets, overloaded with pleasure. His cock, slamming into you and your pussy clenching around it to feel it all. His sound, desperate and loud and on the brink. His hands on you, possessive and hungry, telling you I love you, I love you, I love you, maybe more than his mouth was, considering that he was currently a moaning mess.

Jungkook slid his hand back and smacked your ass, gasping as you kept up the pace, half-losing his mind as you took over him. Again, harsh slap and you tightened around him, punishing him further, his fingers sinking into your waist, whimpering your name.

“I can’t, fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna c-cum, fuck!”

You had the audacity to snicker as you rammed back into him and sank all the way down to the base as he threw his head back and cried out, cock jerking and hips flinching as he rutted into you, trying to get impossibly deeper, trying to feel more, whining as you came around the sudden sensitivity. You let a contained exhale, letting the release wash over you, feeling it saturate your senses, nerves tingling with ecstasy, lost in the euphoria that was Jeon Jungkook.

His hand detached for your waist and he clawed at your back, groaning and delirious, sending slicing stings of pain through your bliss, amplifying it with his rough touch.

“F… Fuck… fuck…”

Captain America would not be impressed with his language.

Jungkook was falling over, swaty chest against your back, reaching up to cup your breasts, squeezing them. Running his fingertips over your hard nipples and shuddering, hot breath on your skin, panting hard like he had run a marathon.

Couldn’t do this all day, it seemed.

“Seems like you had fun,” you teased, keeping your voice even as your heartbeat thundered in your chest.

“F-Fuck you, why… why are you so… damn… s-smug…?”

His hips were not moving. You pulsed your muscles around his semi-hard length and Jungkook moaned, low and loud, burying his face into your hair and neck, flicking your nipples. You stayed on your elbows, resting your chin on your forearm, highly amused.

“Again?”

“As… A-As soon as he wakes up again…”

“Are you sure you’re not going to pass out?”

“Even if I do, I’ll wake you up in the middle of night.”

Predictably, you were roused by a dick trying to spear you in the thigh in the middle of the night, Jungkook’s lips whispering your name by your ear. No, nibbling at the curve of your ear as you rose from the dead, blinking hard at the lack of light, hearing the ocean and the cicadas singing in harmony.

“Horny.”

“You’re always horny,” was your half-asleep response.

He was feverishly kissing your shoulders and the space right under your ear, the place you enjoyed the most. “Can I put my dick in your mouth? I washed off.”

You could say no, but this was very nice, the kissing and the soft kneading of your titties, gently pulling at your nipples and sending shivers through your torso. You hated being woken up in the middle of the night. At least, you had thought so… before Jungkook. You let him play around a little longer, enjoying the building arousal and his lips working your skin.

Hm.

Maybe you were weak for Jeon Jungkook.

Maybe.

“Well, I’m not moving, so you’ll have to get up here.”

That did not deter Jungkook in the slightest.

The second you turned around, Jungkook put his knee down by your shoulder and shoved his rock-hard dick into your half-open mouth.

“O-Ooh, fuck, yes…”

You wrapped your tongue around it and rubbed against the slit, hearing him whine and gasp. You expected him to fuck your throat roughly, and he would have if he was slightly less horny, but he surprised you by feeling around for your hand and hooking it around his thigh, pressing your fingers into his skin until you dug your nails into his tense muscle. He moaned approvingly, slowly thrusting his hips forward as your tongue slipped around his balls and the base of his cock, then up to the head, rubbing against the underside, all the while keeping your throat tight, lips along the length, eventually retracting your tongue to give him that perfect pressure all around, pressing the head to the roof of your mouth.

You pressed down, sinking him in deeper.

Some would choke at this point, but you wouldn’t do that to your king.

Instead, you tipped your head back to give yourself the smallest sliver of breathing room and deep-throated him, not going as fast as you would if you had more breathing space, but steady, controlling the pace with your nails embedded into his thigh. You reached up with your free hand, running your fingers over the base of his wet balls, massaging them as your own saliva was running down your chin.

Sacrifices must be made.

Jungkook was gripping the windowsill above the bed so tightly that his knuckles were white, gasping your name pathetically, then biting his lip once he realized what he was doing.

You smacked his thigh hard, narrowing your eyes when he looked down.

“W-What…? N-No, don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” he rambled, the mole underneath his lower lip trembling in fear. “What d-do you want? Do you want me to beg? To tell you how good you are? God, you’re so fucking good, I don’t want anyone else, I never be satisfied with anyone else…”

You cocked an eyebrow but tipped your head back again, taking him deep as he continued. You couldn’t exactly instruct him with your mouth full of his dick, so you focused on tonguing him from tip to base, rubbing along the length and cupping the girth as you drew back, listening to his stream of horny consciousnesses.

“Ooh, yeees, noona, y-you’re the best, so soft, so tight, so much control, so much skill, you’ll a-always b-be my queen, thank you so m-much, oh, f-fuck…”

You could tell he was getting close because he was falling silent, focusing only on breathing, hard and heavy, trying not to cum too fast, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching the windowsill, fucking your face at the same pace, building and building, a little tighter, throat closing in around the throbbing head, and his shoulders shook, tattoos standing out in the moonlight, arms flexed and tense as he tipped his head back, groaning wanton and lewd, burying so deep into your throat that you could barely taste the cum as it shot out. It probably didn’t taste great at this point anyway. You swallowed around him, small gulps that stimulated him. His hips jerked, aftershocks making his eyelids flutter, jaw clenching, the muscles of his neck glistening in the low light.

You calmly laid there, barely breathing, lazily licking around his cock as he didn’t move for at least thirty seconds.

Did he pass out from the good nut or what?

“S… So good… I d-don’t wanna leave…”

You tapped his thigh and waved your thumb in the air to mime out, I’m dying here.

He peered down at you and didn’t move.

You poked at his balls.

“Ow!”

He got off you.

“I’m going back to sleep.”

“But… what about her?”

And Jungkook moved your panties to one side and shoved two fingers into your wet pussy.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good in here…”

You kept your expression neutral as you stared up at him, deadpan. You did love sucking dick. There was no question about that. However, sleepy or not, you weren’t going to make things easy for your little bunny.

You clenched around his fingers so tight that he had to force them in.

His face was right next to yours, his shudder washing over your cheek as he felt it. You adjusted your hips to perfect the angle you liked and cocked your head at him, catching his eye.

“That’s it? You’re not that strong, huh?”

You pressed his buttons, and, predictably, Jungkook flared up, sliding his other hand under your head and grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging far too lightly to be cruel. His brows furrowed, dark eyes flashing.

“Watch what you say, noona.”

You opened your mouth and licked his cheek, hot and wet.

“Give me all you got, little bunny.”

You saw his teeth sink into his lower lip, silver ring gleaming at the edge, and he clenched his jaw, shoving his fingers all the way up to the knuckles, rougher, faster, deeper, accelerating until you loosened your grip. Slick, sweet, sparks all over your skin, yes, like that, good boy, and Jungkook bit back his moan, forearm muscles bulging with his rapid movement. You reached down to wrap your fingers around his tattoos and felt him flex at your touch, his breathing erratic against your cheek, trying to maintain the fast speed and consistent depth, because too slow would be boring and too deep would be painful, no, he wanted you to sigh against his lips and shiver around his fingers, wave after wave of euphoria sinking into your core and spreading out in harsh throbs against the pads of his fingertips, dragging his face to yours to kiss him, thrusting your tongue into his mouth as he thrust his fingers into your pussy, humming into his garbled moans interrupted by your tongue. One taste was not enough. Never enough when it was Jungkook, and you felt it coming, succumbing to the bliss with a satisfied hiss, and his tongue took your place, thrusting messily into your mouth as you came around his fingers, soaking theme even more with viscous sweet-sour stickiness, coating him with your taste.

He gasped, moaning into your mouth.

You inhaled it, exhaling back into his lips, lustful smoke exchanged between you and him.

“Jungkook, my love…”

He murmured your name, the queen of this kingdom.

Different background, same scene.

“This is the most walking I’ve done in the past five years.”

“Come on, the viewpoint is up here.”

“Jungkook, you might have to carry me down or I might just end up rolling instead.”

“I’ll carry you, now come on, let’s take a picture here.”

Hm, well, there were some distinct differences in between this climb and climbing the ranked ladder of League of Legends. They say exercise is all mental fortitude, but you were pretty sure what was being tested here was your calves and not your strong mental.

“Ugh, you always look so pretty in every photo.”

“You’re welcome,” was your grump response as you drank a fat gulp of water, staring out into the lush green forest. It was nice. Not as nice as your bed, but nothing was as nice was your bed.

Well.

Maybe Jungkook.

He leaned his chin on your shoulder, looking out with you.

“It’s nice,” you commented. “Seokjin isn’t going to believe that I touched grass, let alone did a hike.”

“Hmph.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing himself against you.

“You can do anything, noona.”

You smirked. “Yeah?”

“Uh huh. And I can do it if you can’t, but I bet you could if you really wanted to.”

“Well, I really don’t want to walk back down.”

Mysteriously, Jungkook’s large hands migrated to your ass.

“I’ll carry you.”

“Uh huh.”

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x noona #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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you would know me

For the last day of #BG3FicFeb, the prompt is "AU of your choice," and I absolutely cannot resist an AU prompt.

Please enjoy this preposterously self-indulgent urban fantasy drabble, in which my bard Tav Lia and several members of the Tadgang are in a band that sings my favorite songs with no regard for genre or time period. Lyrics borrowed from The Gin Blossoms and Dar Williams.

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Astarion realizes he’s made a mistake the moment he takes a seat at the bar. From the outside, the Faerie’s Fire looks like his usual sort of place, dark and anonymous, the kind of spot where sad souls drink themselves into oblivion and go home with any stranger who flashes them a smile and feigns sympathy for their woes.

Inside, however, he can feel anticipation in the air. Merriment. Happiness. There’s a stage in the corner, just a little raised area held up on splintering feet, and a band setting up on it, five people in torn t-shirts propping a keyboard onto a stand and arranging a set of drums just so.

Live music. Gods. As if my life needed more suffering in it.

But Astarion knows just how to turn this to his advantage. After the first song or two, there will be someone who makes a face and leaves, unable to tolerate the bad acoustics and general mediocrity. He’ll catch up to them on the streets, agree that the music was terrible. And from there he’ll draw them to their death.

It’s not fair, of course, that good taste in music might be the reason someone dies tonight. But it’s been centuries since Astarion has been permitted to think about things like “fair.”

The bartender is a man nearing forty, with shoulder-length brown hair and a circular tattoo just below his throat. Astarion catches his eye. “Whiskey, neat. Whatever’s most expensive.”

“A man of taste!” the bartender says cheerfully, reaching for a bottle below the counter.

He says a few more things, about this particular bottle and the distiller and how he normally drinks wine himself but enjoys this whiskey from time to time. Astarion hums in assent but isn’t really listening; bartenders always want to finish their shift, which makes them poor targets. He hands over a few bills without comment and shoves the change into the tip jar.

As Astarion sips his drink, the shriek of a microphone alerts the patrons that things are about to begin. The murmur in the bar dies down as a man steps forward, and Astarion blinks with sudden surprise and interest. The man is a devil bearing a crown of heavy horns, with deep brown skin, dreadlocks, and eyes that are visibly two different colors even in the dim light of the bar. He wears a dark red shirt with the sleeves torn off and a leather cuff around one wrist, and his smile is pure charm as he looks out over the small crowd.

“Hey. I’m Wyll, and we’re Wyll and the Ravens. We’re here every Thursday. If you don’t know us yet, that’s Karlach on drums—”

A tall red tiefling woman with one horn bashes a cymbal enthusiastically.

“Shadowheart on keys—”

A pale half-elf wearing her hair in a long white braid nods to the crowd.

“Lae'zel on bass–”

A githyanki in dark eye makeup stares out at the audience, and does nothing save blink once.

“And Lia on vocals and guitar.”

A pretty silver-blue tiefling with purple hair and no horns gives a little wave.

“Thanks for joining us tonight.” Wyll grins. “Let’s get started.”

He nods to Lia; the guitarist taps her foot as she begins playing. Karlach and Shadowheart and Lae’zel join a measure later, and a few measures after that, Wyll begins to sing.

And to Astarion’s shock, the music is good.

It’s not saccharine pop or self-important metal, the two main genres that he seems to encounter when he’s out hunting. It’s rock with an edge of folk, energetic and rich, bittersweet lyrics accompanied by skillful riffs on the guitar. It’s the kind of music that, in another life, Astarion could imagine himself playing on the highway, singing under his breath until he can’t resist belting the chorus as he drives.

“Is there a line that I could write, sad enough to make you cry? ” the devil sings as the guitarist harmonizes behind him. “All the lines you wrote to me were lies.”

Near the back of the bar, Astarion sees someone stand up to leave. He knows he ought to follow—but the guitarist is changing keys, moving into a new song, and suddenly the thought of not knowing what they’ll play next is unbearable.

Astarion sits there through five songs, watching the patrons in the bar sway and dance and exchange squealing observations about how hot the lead singer is. He does not enjoy himself, exactly; he knows what he still must do tonight, what is waiting for him back home, and that knowledge precludes true enjoyment of anything. But he allows himself to appreciate. To pretend, for a minute, that he’s an ordinary elf who happened to find some decent music while wandering the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

And then Wyll steps away from the microphone and reaches for a water bottle, and the guitarist is stepping forward, a slightly shy grin on her lips.

“So. This is the part in the evening where I give Wyll a break for a song or two, and you all indulge me in whatever sad-girl guitar music I’ve been working on,” she tells the audience, winking as she strums the strings of her instrument. “This one is called ‘If I Wrote You.’”

Now would be a good moment to hunt, Astarion thinks. He can sense the bar’s restlessness, their skepticism about the promised sad-girl guitar music. Someone is about to stand up and walk out that door; he can feel it. But a ripple of notes sounds from the guitar, and the tiefling begins singing, and once again he finds himself in no mood to leave.

The song is about a letter from someone the singer once loved—a boyfriend or girlfriend, Astarion supposes, though that detail is never filled in—and loves still. The singer does not know what to write back. It is a simple story, but there is a longing to it that pulls at something in Astarion’s chest. Longing for things he can’t have, after all, is an emotion he knows well.

“And if I wrote you,” the tiefling sings, her voice rich and sweet, “You would know me, and you would not write me again.”

Bass and keyboard join in, filling out the spaces around the guitar’s plucked notes; a gentle rhythm from the drums feels like the beat of a breaking heart. Wyll steps to Lia’s abandoned microphone and sings a soft, deep harmony. The bar is silent as the tiefling weaves her story, as the song’s subject decides how to answer the letter.

“And I’m so happy,” she sings,

“I had to tell you. And I love you. And you will not write me again. No, you will not write me again.”

The applause is warm and sincere. Astarion joins it half unconsciously. He tries to tell himself he is only doing it to blend in, but even as the thought forms he knows it’s a lie. Wyll is a spectacular front man, all charm and raw charisma—but there is something about the tiefling that holds him almost captive when she sings.

Lia grins and begins playing another song, this one faster and more upbeat. Astarion allows himself to listen to its opening notes before he forces himself to push back from the bar. He begins to make his way to the exit, trying not to look over his shoulder as he does so.

He never hunts in the same spot twice, not without a year or more in between successful trips. He tries to take those who will not be missed, but he knows that his activities will occasionally lead to investigations, and questions, and to someone remembering a white-haired elf who is mysteriously absent from the security tape.

And so, even though he still has to bring prey to Cazador tonight, he will not take anyone from the Faerie’s Fire.

Wyll said they play every Thursday, and he would very much like to come back.

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54154693

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion pov #bg3 fanfiction #bg3ficfeb #bg3 AU #band AU #my writing

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8 April 2000 -Telegraph Magazine

Disturbed and disturbing, Katie Jane Garside fronted the band Daisy Chainsaw, prophesied the end of the world - and then disappeared. Seven years later she’s back, ready to shock again.

QUEEN ADREENA were on stage for only half an hour or so. The audience at London’s Hammersmith Palais had come to see Bush and the collected youths did not know what to make of this support act. It’s lead singer, Katie Jane Garside, is thin, provocative and confrontational. She has uncut Miss Havisham hair and wears pervy Victorian underwear. Twisting and squirming in the dark, often screaming, often prostrate, often turning her back to the audience, she is a performance artist rather than some chart-lipsticked Everywoman. Sexual in a very weird way, she looks as if she is lap-dancing in a gas-chamber. The blokes stare in disbelief. They shuffle about. Then, as the mike goes between her legs, they jump up and down.

Backstage afterwards the band squash into one of those huddles of Marlboro Lights and flushed analysis. There is a sign saying that CCTV is in operation and anyone taking drugs will be handed over to the police immediately. Orson, the bass guitarist, is wearing a long burgundy evening dress and complaining that his shoulder hurts because he fell off his horse. In Surrey. Very rock'n'roll. An individual wearing a jacket which looks as if it was made out of Wombles turns out to be Katie Jane’s boyfriend. She points to a huge man wearing black lipstick.

“That’s Billy Freedom,” she says. “He’s one of the weirdest people I have ever met.”

The lead guitarist, Crispin Gray, turns up. All eye-shadowed and Glam, Gray is from Islington and both his parents were West End actors. He understands theatre and has worn make-up for years, though not so much when he was signing on because he couldn’t face the hassle in the dole office.

“Quite a lot of girls seem to be attracted to the band and I’m sure it is because of Katie rather than me,” he says modestly. “Most guitar bands are still fronted by tough rock chicks trying to beat men at their own game, but Katie is not trying to be tough and I think girls like that.”

Katie Jane, ripped stocking, long lace bloomers, shoes that she has dyed herself, drinks quite a lot of red wine from the bottle and agrees that yes, she has come a long way since the days that she drilled babies’ heads

She used to shave her head. In 1992 she went around as Daisy Chainsaw, a short-lived, explosive act distinguished by the dramatic theatre of self-battery. In seizure to a megaphonic fuzz of electric guitar, she sang I Feel Insane and other loud angry songs coloured by dervish dancing and props - a doll, red paint, stained wedding dresses, wigs and dead flowers.

Those who went to see her perform in Deptford pubs described a grimy child-woman convulsing to ‘grandcore punk riffs’, and quoted scenes of fury. “I hit Crispin and he beats the shit out of me,” she said at the time. “Once he smashed me against a wall and I played a gig with blood running down my face.”

Daisy Chainsaw were managed by an ex-punk named Jason and they did pretty much as they pleased, turning down Glastonbury, Top of the Pops and advances from Madonna’s label, Maverick. “I think Katie is psychotic,” the bassist once said. “She lives through her emotions rather than her brain.”

She was accused of manufacturing her madness in order to merchandise pain, a useful pop trick subsequently deployed by Alanis Morissette et al. But Alanis is acceptable: she likes lipstick, takes a bath and conforms to the dreadful truth that a haircut can make you happy. Katie Jane is more unfathomable than this; she has no labels.

Pressed to explain herself she came up with a range of disparate theories founded on a basic witchy eccentricity that deviated into an offbeat belief system. She took on everything from white magic to David Icke, the former spokesman of the Green Party who announced that he was the Son of God.

“People can laugh,” she said at the time. “But I always realised the insignificance of role-playing and he gave me the courage to stand up for my convictions.”

In essence, she wanted to break down conditioning and communicate some of the terror and disillusion that we all feel. She enacted ugly sadness. Most of all, though, she was a fatalist. She did not think about where she would be when she was 30 because, she said in 1992, the world was due to end in 1998.

Daisy Chainsaw were not commercial and in 1993 they split up. The world did not end and now Katie is 30. She went away for five years, had a nervous breakdown, and now she’s back.

“I had worked really hard for a long time and given too much away. When I look back, Daisy Chainsaw represented a bottleneck of desperation and that is why it came out in such violence.”

The climate is different now. In 1992 the queens of the scene were L7, Babes in Toyland and Courtney Love’s Hole. They were linked by defiant unprettiness, crashing guitars and a Riot Grrrl wildness. But the backdrop was middle-class. Some of them had been high-school cheerleaders; Courtney Love arrived from suburban America.

The contradictions between the rockstar on stage and the real person who created the image caused insoluble tension, and one which arguably destroyed this genre. L7 disappeared; Hole simply sold out. There are no wild women now. No one dares to be odd or to flout the diktats of traditional beauty because they know it won’t get them on magazine covers. That is why Katie Jane is important. She is difficult to manipulate and difficult to package and thus encourages healthy deviance from the universal definitions of 'normality’.

In 1992, Katie Jane signed on, drove her 'patchwork’ Mini on a ley line from Cornwall to Norfolk, recorded the wind on DAT, mucked about with a musician from Test Department (a cutting-edge industrial band), stayed in a haunted house, did some group therapy, had visions, nearly went mad, but avoided prescription drugs.

“The doctor told me that, emotionally, some people have a football pitch and some people have a rocky landscape. I chose to stay with the rocky landscape. It was what I was born with.”

You have to trust nature, she believes. “I don’t think psychotherapy works. It simply creates a new set of crutches.”

She laughs and tells a story about the afternoon she was sitting in the hollow of a tree and all these blue tits flew around her in a huge flock. Very strange things have always happened to her. “I do hear voices,” she admits. “But it’s not a regular thing.”

Her life is full of entities and strange synchronicity. There is a Zulu warrior that watches out for her - “I have seen his face,” she says. She could be psychic or she could simply be someone who looks at a lot of different ideas, feels everything and understands empathy.

One day, a year or so ago, she was walking down a street in Belsize Park and ran into Crispin Gray. They had not seen or spoken to each other since the Daisy Chainsaw days. He had tried to run the band without her and it had not worked. They needed a singer. “It did not end properly,” he says. “And I knew it wasn’t over.”

Katie Jane re-entered the music business in her own inimitable way. One meeting with a record company executive was staged on Hampstead Heath.

“There is a beautiful undergrowth bit,” she says. “My friend Louise led him to this clearing. Then we stood there and did a cappella. I said nothing and he gave me a big lump of money.”

So now they are back with a manager, an agent and a public relations company. Their name, Queen Adreena, arose from Katie’s dream about a warrior queen. Later, looking in a book by Annie Sprinkle (a porn star/performance artist) she noticed that 'Queen Adrena’ was the name of a legendary Californian dominatrix.

There is a new album, Taxidermy, and a CD-ROM of their new songs played to complement a black and white film made by Martina Hoogland-Ivanow, a 25-year-old photographer/director.

Katie Jane Garside grew up in Salisbury, the child of an army background. When she was 12 her father announced that the family were going to live on a 33ft yacht. The sailed around the world for four years. As teenage girls, Katie Jane and her younger sister, Mel, saw deserted islands, ate meals out of tins and disappeared into the realms of imagination.

Finally, they ended up near Poole where Katie attended a rough state school. She was beaten up for many things, but mostly because she had very small bosoms, a memory which transmuted (as these things do) to become a part of her work.

At 17 she arrived in London, penniless but determined. Then she met Crispin Gray when she answered an advertisement in a music paper, and her professional life, from then on, was about working with him.

The voyage around the world had left her feeling different and displaced. She was left with a love of the ocean, and indeed all places that allow a person to be alone. She is still displaced. When you ask her where she lives she says she doesn’t really know. She has lived in a lot of places. She wanders around in her thrift-store chic, with a battered brown leather suitcase containing all her possessions, her pale flesh bruised from falling around on stage. There is an atmosphere of acceptance around her. She will end up where she ends up.

“You might become a major rock icon,” I say, thinking this would be a good thing.

She smiles. “That would be a funny place to be.”

Jessica Berens

#queen adreena #interview #2000 #taxidermy

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hiiii!!! i wanted to do the ship thing because i am a HOPELESS romantic and that just rocked my world tbh. ALSO CONGRATS!!!!! 🎊 🥳👏🏻🎉🙌🏻

pairing: romantic

star sign: aries

personality: i think im a pretty fun gal. from what i know im somewhat of a comedy genius but i don’t want to start flattering myself TOO much here! honestly im just down to have a good time with whoever, whenever, and wherever (if that makes sense?) i am a theatre MANIAC. i spend pretty much all my free time in theatre and dare i say im quite good. i also ended myself up on the tennis team even though its been a couple months since ive played (we will just see where that goes) I LOVE photography (it’s in my BLOOOD.) i have a whole insta account for it and sports photography really became my passion (or one of them I’m a woman of many talents) im also on yearbook and i love that, im in choir, and for some reason im on the debate team. other hobbies are really making bracelets for my friends, watching movies (letterboxd warrior), TALKING to friends (I spent 8 hours FaceTiming my friends yesterday and I didn’t even realize), and i would say im a Spotify legend.

as for the rest of my personality, I would say I’m a pretty happy person. I have been through some very rough friendships with people who are pessimistic, so I try my best to keep AWAY from that at all costs. I’m also pretty mature/ an old soul. From the ripe age of like 5 I’ve been told that I am an old soul (honestly I don’t know how you can tell at THAT age but cool!) I feel things very deeply, but I also rely on logic more so than feeling sometimes. (Unless we are involving some sort of romance I will lose control of logic and immediately make the best decision for my emotions) other music artists I like besides BTS are the beatles, tame impala, red velvet, and Taylor swift. (Music is just a big part of my personality I thought you should know.)

Appearance: I’m blonde and I’m 5’5 with green eyes. I would say I am about medium or average sized? (I’ve dealt with chronic illness and the body changes that come with that so it’s fluctuated over time.) I also have PALE skin (Edward Cullen core). I am all around quite the looker. I am sorry. I do not want to flatter myself but I am just going with the information I have been given. I feel narcissistic and TRUST that is not me. Anyways, I’m always wearing athletic shorts and a shirt with the BEST shoes (my school has a uniform so the shoe game has to be on POINT so besides that my style is really casual and basic)

I think that about sums up who I am. I am ITCHING to know which bulletproof Boy Scout would like me (but absolutely no pressure I just DEVOUR your work LMAO) have an awesome day 💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

I would ship you with Hobi, Yoongi, and a bit with Jin!

You share a lot of qualities with Hobi and Jin that I think would make you a pretty good match with either of them. I feel like they would really love your energy and enthusiasm(also Aquarius and Saggitarius are a good balance to your Aries energy)

Yoongi’s also an old soul with a deep passion for music, and I think he would also appreciate your energy(similar to his friendship with Hobi)

Hope this was okay💜

#ship game #7ndipity 2k celebration

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Light smut in this chapter you can skip passed it if you don't feel comfortable reading it

Chapter 3

MCs POV

I dreamed of Jake last night. He came back to me a free man, he was no longer a wanted man. I was so happy that he had come back for me. Everything was so perfect. We got married and had children but then he slowly started to fade away. I tried reaching out for him but I couldn't save him. It's always the same dream night after night no matter what I try to do I always end up losing him. It's been a couple of months since I came back to duskwood. I'm back in my own apartment now Jessy and dad have been amazing looking out for me the way they did.

I'm meeting up with the others later at the aurora. I can't wait to just have a little fun, I've been so focused on Jake that I've forgotten what it's like to just let go and forget everything for one night. I've even bought a new dress that Jessy said I looked smoking hot in and insisted that I get it. It was a tightly fitted red strapless dress that hugged my curves so well. After a few hours I am finally ready to go out. I match my dress with a pair of black heels and purse. I don't bother to take a jacket as it's quite warm out. I arrive at the bar and I see the others sitting in a booth before going over. I go over to the bar to get a drink. I see Phil flirting with a woman when the woman walks away. Phil turns and sees me sitting at the bar.

"Hey beautiful, how are you? Haven't seen you here in a while" Phil took my hand and placed a small kiss on it. "A lot has happened. I've come to have fun tonight" Phil smiles at me with that fire in his eyes. "What can I get you to drink?" I sit and think for a moment deciding on what I want to drink. "I'll have a double whiskey on the rocks" Phil goes to make my drink and I feel someone touching my shoulder. I turn around and for a second I think it's Jake tapping me on the shoulder. I have this smile on my face and when I see who it is the smile fades.

"Hey MC, you okay?" The small blonde stood in front of me trying to figure out what's wrong "oh Lilly, im okay I'll be over in a second" I turned myself back round and down my drink in one slamming it back onto the bar. "Can I have another please Phil" Phil looks at me with wide eyes but he doesn't question it he just gets me the drink and I go and join the others.

"Hey MC it's so good to see you" Cleo stands up and hugs me. I haven't seen Cleo much since I got back after Cleo sits down and another pair of arms wrap around my body Jessy is holding onto me. "Hey MC, I'm so glad you came, sit down next to me" everyone shuffled around the table making some more room for me to sit down. I sit and talk to Jessy and Lilly most of the night while Thomas and Hannah are too loved up to care about anything or anyone around them. Dan is sitting talking with Cleo. It's good to be out, it's good that I came here.

After a few more hours I start to feel pretty good. I've been drinking whiskey most of the night. I'm sitting at the bar waiting to be served. I can't keep my eyes off Phil. I want him to come over to me so badly this is definitely the whiskey making me think all these things about Phil. I see him go into his office so I decide to go and follow him when I get there he's bent over picking something up off the floor. I can't keep my eyes off his arse "you know that is a really good view" my eyes widened at what I just said. Did I really just say that out loud? I decided to brush it off and just go with it. I want to have some fun tonight and if that means it's with Phil then I'm okay with that.

Phil looks up at me with that hot grin on his face. I make my way over to him and push him against the wall kissing him. He doesn't seem shocked by my actions, he just goes with it. My hands roam all around his body. It's like I am craving every inch of him. I need to have him right here and now I pull away from Phil walking back towards the door and locking it. Phil knows what I am doing. It's not the first time he's been here and done this with some random women only this time in no random hookup. Our clothes start to fly off across the room. We both fall to the floor, our hands exploring every inch of the other's body as moans escape my mouth.

The next thing I know more moans are coming out of my mouth as Phil is fucking me on his office floor. Now I know why all the women love hooking up with Phil. He's so good at what he does and as for his size he fills me up so much. I can feel myself wanting to cum all over his cock with a few more pushes I cum all over him as I feel him filling me up. I climbed off Phil and lay next to him. After a few minutes we get up and put our clothes back on. "Any time you wanna hook up baby just let me know" Phil winked at me as he left his office. I thought about what he had just said and decided that I would definitely want to do this again.

I walk back over to the table where my friends are and sit down, I can see Jessy looking at me with a confused look on her face. "What were you just doing MC?" A smirk laced my face as I looked at Jessy. "Oh I just went to have a little fun that's all" Jessy still looked at me with confusion then it but her. "Did you and Phil just sleep together?" I sat back with my drink in hand and smiled. "Yes and it was the best sex I've ever had" I could see Jessy's eyes widen at what I just told her. "I don't want you getting hurt again MC you know what Phil is like" the smile still lacing my face as I took a sip of my drink. "It's okay Jessy it was just a hookup nothing serious"

I could see Jessy starting to relax a little at my words, she moved closer to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Please just be careful MC" I looked at Jessy and smiled softly back at her. "I will Jessy I promise" I had an amazing time at the aurora. I asked Phil if I could hang back while he closed the bar. That look he gives me drives me crazy "sure thing gorgeous I won't be long" it didn't take long for Phil to get things done. Watching him made my heart feel like it was beating a million times. This was going to be the best fun I have ever had. I walked over to Phil and took his hand. His apartment was above the bar which had its advantages.

We just make it up the stairs before our clothes start to come off, I can't wait to get him undressed so I can see his super hot, sexy body. We make it into the bedroom both falling into the bed. I can't wait to feel Phil inside me. He's like an addiction that I can't get enough of. The next morning I wake up to an empty bed Phil nowhere to be seen. I get up out of his bed and put on my panties and one of Phil's t-shirts. Walking into the living room I see Phil standing in the kitchen making some breakfast. A smile spreads across my face as I walk over to him wrapping my arm around his waist.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm making bacon and eggs. Why don't you sit down and I'll be over in a minute "I kiss Phil on the cheek and walk over to the table picking up the coffee pot and pouring some coffee into a mug. I can feel Phil's eyes on me. I can tell he's loving the face I'm wearing his t-shirt after a few minutes Phil comes over with breakfast. It all smells so good Phil is looking so hot without his shirt on his muscles so super hot. After eating breakfast I go to get changed so i can get home and get out of this dress. "why don't I came with you then we can hang out before I open the bar"

Me and Phil head back to my place. He offers to make some coffee while I go shower and freshen up. Spending the day with Phil has been amazing. We haven't been able to keep our hands off each other. We spent most of the day making out on the sofa with my hands roaming all over his body. "I want you so badly Phil" I bite my lip as I look into Phil's eyes. I unzipped his jeans and freed his erection. I slowly grind against him as a moan leaves his mouth. I lowered myself into him. That feeling of him deep inside me feels so good.

I've been seeing Phil for a few months now. We have grown closer, our relationship isn't just about sex anymore. I have finally moved on from Jake. I will not waste anymore tears on that man. I feel like I am finally in a place where I can be happy. I can't wait to go and see Phil later. He's taking me out on a date. He won't tell me where we are going as he wants it to be a surprise.

I've finally decided on an outfit for my date with Phil. I've got a pair of black skinny jeans that have rips going down each leg. I matched them with a red vest top and my favorite black boots. I look out of the window and see Phil pull up in his motorbike. I quickly grab my leather jacket and keys. "So where are you taking me?" I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He's so cute. "It's still a surprise gorgeous" I climbed on the back of Phil's bike and held onto him. After half an hour we arrived at this beautiful spot overlooking duskwood. Phil had a basket and blanket already laid out.

We sat down on the blanket talking and eating all the amazing food Phil had brought. "thank you Phil, today has been amazing" I turn to look at Phil and smile "your welcome gorgeous" I lean in and kiss Phil on the lips his lips taste so sweet. "MC, I've never said this to anyone before I love you" I looked at Phil and my eyes widened. I wasn't expecting to hear this but I think I felt the same way "I love you to Phil"

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #duskwood phil #my heart belongs to you #heartbroken

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pathetic-sapphic · 9 months

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I friggin' love the idea of Arcane matchups?

If it's alright with you, can I get one? :0

I'm really interested in seeing what you come up with!

-I'm a bisexual trans woman, I am 5'6" (168.5 cm) tall, I have curly hair, glasses and I mostly wear punk outfits.

-I tend to be described as a reserved, overtly-nervous person, though I tend to be a lot more outgoing if im near people I feel safe around.

-My hobbies are mainly animal husbandry and writing! I am especially a fan of arachnids and avians.

-Some other random fact about me! I find a lot of comfort in little trinkets and toys, like rocks, bracelets, and ESPECIALLY plushies expect me to be carrying one or more of these around often and being really protective of them.

I would match you up with:

JINX

The first thing that came to mind was the way your styles would match perfectly. Jinx would definitely draw some doodles all over your arms which match your overall outfits and color scheme. Also please let her do your makeup and nails, she loves the idea of it. In turn, she will let you style her hair! She loves hanging out with you this way, indulging in relaxing activities that also entail her being close to you and looking at your pretty face as long as she wants!

Your personalities are what help you to balance each other out, with Jinx helping you get out of your comfort zone and you helping her find her peace of mind.

Please tell her all about your favorite animals, it makes her feel giddy to see you so passionate and happy. Also, let her read your works sometimes, she will be kicking her feet up and down while reading your works out loud and teasing you for your red face.

Oh, you two definitely share a trinket collection, especially since Jinx loves adorning her inventions with little things that remind her of you. Thinks your plushies are adorable and you bet she's gonna make them cute little outfits and talk to you through your plushies.

#arcane match up

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cheeyathebard · 2 years

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Master of Puppets

Hi Friends, this one was inspired by Dead Silence (2007), the original Twilight Zone series and of course, Chuckie!

Chloe Beale considered herself pretty much a nobody in the Conrad Traveling Circus hierarchy. She was standing firmly on the lowest rung of the ladder, spending her days running errands, doing manual chores, and cleaning out the animal cages. She was also pretty sure the ringmistress, Stacie Conrad, didn’t even remember her real name. But Chloe Beale was happy... well, as happy as she COULD be.

It was nineteen-forty, and World War Two was in full swing. So many men had gone overseas, that even the circus was being largely held together by the female performers, along with chewing gum and grit. Part of Chloe loved it. A bigger part of her was terrified that the circus would fold, and she’d lose her job. She couldn’t go back to her hometown; couldn’t go back to her family... not after she’d been caught in a compromised position with her best friend by her overbearingly religious father. He’d kicked her out with nothing but the clothes on her back at age nineteen, stating that having a queer as a daughter meant he had no daughter at all.

In essence, Chloe had been a nomad since, and that made the job at the circus perfect for her. She got to travel, to see the United States and she was part of the circus family. What more could an independent woman ask for at twenty-two years old? She was musing on that when a voice startled her out of her rhythmic hay raking.

“RED!”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“C’mere.”

Chloe set her rake down and stepped out of the lion cage, wiping her sweaty face and neck with a handkerchief, and running her hand through her red hair to somewhat order the thick strands. Ringmistress Conrad beckoned impatiently to her, and she hurried over.

“How can I help?”

“This is Puppet. She’s joining us with a new act.” Stacie stepped aside to reveal a petite brunette, dressed in dark leather pants and a black silk shirt. The woman had what seemed like hundreds of ear piercings, and a tattoo of musical notes peaked out from the V of the open buttons of her shirt. Chloe was stunned speechless. The woman was the most beautiful person she’d ever seen.

She swallowed hard as the woman held out her hand and smiled. “Hi... Red, is it?”

“Uh... it’s Chloe actually,” the redhead replied, returning the smile. “Chloe Beale.”

“Nice to meet you, Chloe Beale,” the brunette said. “I’m Beca Mitchell.”

“Good to meet you too,” Chloe nodded as she shook the newcomer’s hand.

“Ok, enough chit-chat,” Stacie stated. “Puppet’s going to be sharing with you for now, Red. Show her where she can sleep and show her the ropes.”

“Uh...” Chloe blinked. She already had the tiniest space of everyone in the circus and her bed was basically a single cot. “But I don’t have...”

“Make it work! And make sure Puppet feels at home,” the ringmistress instructed, then strode away, already barking her next set of orders.

“Well then,” Beca said sheepishly as she rocked on her heels. “I guess we’re going to be roomies?”

Chloe nibbled on her bottom lip. “Yeah, but... unfortunately... I don’t actually have a room as such. I have a tiny space with a cot in one of the equipment caravans.”

The brunette nodded slowly, then grinned self-deprecatingly. “Unexpected, but ok. As you can see, I’m small so I don’t take up much space.”

“Follow me then,” the redhead chuckled. “Is that the only bag you have?”

Beca looked down at the suitcase by her feet. “For me, yeah... but I have a trunk too that has Charlie’s stuff in it.”

“Charlie?” Chloe repeated.

“Oh... right. Yeah, I’m a ventriloquist. Charlie is my dummy. My act is called Puppet & Charlie. People find it funny when it turns out that I’m not Charlie.”

The redhead was immediately intrigued, and a grin rose to her face. “I’ve never met a ventriloquist before,” she said. “That’s really interesting.” She picked up Beca’s suitcase. “This way please. We can get Charlie later.” She led Beca through the small ring of caravans. “Over there is the bathing caravan. It has a couple of baths and two latrines, separated by curtains. Keeping them clean is part of my job.”

Beca made a little face. “How many people actually work for this circus?”

“About thirty currently,” Chloe said. “I recommend using the bath late at night, if you can. I clean them last thing in the evening when the last show is on, but each person is supposed to clean their bath out after they use it too. There’s also a fifteen-minute time limit during the day.”

“Sounds like you and I may be bathing together,” Beca chuckled. “Assuming you follow your own advice.”

Chloe didn’t say anything for a moment as her mind derailed at that suggestion, but then she nodded, clearing her throat. “Yeah... yes... I guess we may.” She stopped outside the door of a colorfully painted caravan then and pulled it open. “Welcome home, Beca.” She climbed up the steps and ducked inside, glad she kept her space neat as a routine. Stacie required cleanliness and she’d been known to heavily fine staff who didn’t keep themselves and their spaces clean. It was dim inside and she quickly lit a kerosene lantern to brighten the interior.

“Huh,” Beca said, perching her fists on her hips as she looked around. “You weren't kidding about the space being tiny.”

Chloe’s cot was in one corner along with a small table and two chairs. There was a trunk next to the table with neatly folded shirts and pants sitting on its lid. The redhead kept her more personal items inside the trunk, including the music and lyrics she wrote each night in a small notebook.

“Sorry,” Chloe sighed as she set Beca’s suitcase down. “I don’t think Stacie’s ever been in here. Either that or she has a warped sense of space.”

“Hey,” the brunette smiled. “Not your fault. You’re very kind to let me stay here. Besides, I’ve slept in much worse places than this. At least it’s warm and dry...” She paused as her smile morphed into a smirk. “Plus, my new roommate is so much prettier than my last one.”

Chloe blinked as a blush colored her cheeks. “I can only imagine that your last roommate was an ogre then,” she replied modestly, unconsciously straightening her tan blouse.

Beca shrugged. “Nope,” she replied cryptically. Then she looked around the room again, giving the redhead a reprieve from the intensity of her dark blue eyes. “I think we can work with this if we just make a little better use of the space. What’s all this stuff anyway?”

“I’m not sure,” the redhead replied uncertainly. “I guess I never asked.”

The younger woman rolled up her sleeves efficiently, revealing defined biceps and another more floral tattoo meandering up her forearm. “Help me look? Maybe we can consolidate this stuff into fewer boxes and give us more space.”

“Um... I’d love to,” Chloe replied. “But I have to finish cleaning out the lion’s cage before they bring him back from training. How about you get started and I’ll be back in about twenty minutes?”

“That’s a plan,” Beca grinned. “See you shortly.”

The redhead ducked out and the brunette cracked her knuckles as she eyed the space. “Let’s see what we have here.”

It was thirty minutes later before Chloe was able to get back and, as she approached the caravan, she laughed a little as she heard muffled swearing come from inside. Then she ducked as an empty cardboard box sailed out through the doorway, narrowly missing her head.

“Uh... Beca? I’d really like to NOT get a head injury during this process,” she teased as she slowly climbed the steps, holding her hands up as protection.

“Oh, sorry,” Beca chuckled as she came to the door. “I was totally focused. Come see how it looks.”

The redhead came inside, realizing that the space was much brighter since her new roommate had managed to uncover another window. “Wow,” she said, awestruck. “This looks amazing, Beca!”

The smaller woman had made a significant dent in the stack of boxes, having looked inside them all, finding them a half or quarter full and consolidating the contents into fewer containers. Then she’d moved them to the opposite side of the caravan, making space on the opposite wall to Chloe’s, while making sure the vehicle was still balanced. There was room for Charlie’s trunk, on which she could stack her own clothes, and her suitcase to hold her more personal items. She’d also pushed the table and chairs over slightly and Chloe realized another cot would fit right next to her own.

“No big deal,” Beca shrugged. “Can we go get Charlie now? He doesn’t like when he’s left alone for too long.”

Red eyebrows shot up. “He... doesn't?”

“He gets cranky,” the brunette deadpanned, making Chloe grin and nod.

“I see,” she said. “Ok, let’s go get him. And let’s see if we can find a bed for you.”

A few minutes later, they were back, carrying the large trunk between them with a folding cot balanced on top, and settling it into the new space Beca had cleared. Then the redhead unfolded Beca’s new bed and set it next to her own, reminding herself that she’d have to look for clean sheets and a blanket later too.

The ventriloquist knelt then and took Chloe’s hand, gently pulling her down to kneel next to her. “Meet Charlie. He’s a bit of an asshole but he’ll warm up.” She unlatched the trunk and lifted the lid, revealing an expensive looking wooden dummy, dressed in a tuxedo and with a wide smile on his face. Underneath him, other outfits were folded along with a smattering of small props. Chloe shivered a little. It was her first time seeing a ventriloquist's dummy up close and it looked a little creepy. “Hey, Charlie,” Beca said softly. “Come on out and meet our new friend, Chloe.”

“Wow, she’s a babe,” a voice replied from inside the trunk, even though Charlie’s mouth didn’t move. “Never seen blue eyes like those before.”

The redhead startled a little and looked at Beca, who was smirking.

“Uh...” Chloe was blushing again, and she rubbed her fingertips against her cheeks. “Thanks?”

The brunette reverently lifted Charlie out of the trunk and positioned him in her lap, checking him for any damage. “You ok, Buddy?” she asked, straightening the lapels of his jacket, then getting her hand settled on his controls.

“I hate that goddamn trunk,” Charlie replied, mouth and head moving with every word. “It smells like ass in there.”

Chloe watched her new friend carefully, marveling at her skill. Beca’s lips were totally still, and her throat was barely bobbing but the words were clearly enunciated.

“Get over it, Dummy,” the brunette said then. “It smells like ass in there because YOU smell like ass.”

“Not as much as YOU do,” the dummy accused indignantly. Chloe laughed and reached out to run her fingers down his varnished cheek. “Keep doing that and I’ll show you what REAL wood looks like,” Charlie stated with a waggle of his mechanical eyebrows.

Beca held up her little finger and waggled it. “Don’t listen to him. He has a tiny dick so he would in no way satisfy you.”

The redhead was red-faced and grinning. “Jesus, Beca, is this what your act is like?”

“Oh... no.” the ventriloquist chuckled. “It’s a lot more kid friendly. But I’ve done adult-only shows in nightclubs in Paris before. Those were downright dirty.”

The older woman nodded. “Sounds... fun,” she mused.

“You know, I’m glad you’re not a prude, Chloe Beale,” Beca smiled. “Because I’m not exactly what you’d call... a lady.”

Chloe swallowed and looked down. “I don’t have much use for ladies,” she said softly. “I... appreciate... strong women.”

Beca’s eyebrow slowly arched. “You do, huh?” She reached out and pushed the redhead’s hair back from her eyes, tucking some errant strands behind her ear. “Me too.”

Chloe suspected they were deliberately keeping things ambiguous. She suspected that Beca was... different... too.

Time... and trust... would tell.

Beca was so tired, she was willing to just sleep on the cot with no bedding, but Chloe shook her head and insisted she wait ten minutes until she was back from one of the other storage caravans. They’d finished clearing up their space and the brunette had finished unpacking. Then they’d shared a meal at the communal campfire where the redhead had introduced Beca to the circus family.

The younger woman was sitting at the small table in their caravan when Chloe came back. “I found some clean stuff. This blanket is actually nice.” She spent a few moments making the cot up before looking back to Beca, to find her staring. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No,” the ventriloquist said, keeping eye contact. “Just... thank you. For everything. For making me feel welcome and for showing me around and getting me settled.”

“We’re going to be really fast friends,” the redhead replied with a grin. “It’s kinda nice to have some company in here actually.”

“Keep your paws to yourself, Kitten,” a voice suddenly exclaimed from across the space. Beca and Chloe looked at Charlie’s trunk. Then Chloe looked at Beca with raised eyebrows.

“Uh...” the brunette swallowed. “Sorry... I...” She frowned and lifted a hand. “Sorry you had to hear that.”

The redhead’s eyebrow drew together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Beca rubbed her eyes. “I think I’m...” Then her voice grew softer. “Maybe I’m going crazy.”

Chloe grew a little concerned. “I don’t understand.”

But Beca just shook her head. “Never mind. Just ignore him. He’s an asshole.”

“Alright,” the older woman nodded. “I know you’re tired, Bec. Why don’t you go to sleep while I take a bath. I assume you’ll want to start rehearsing tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Beca agreed. “I need to check the tent out to find the right spot to set up. Is it wired for microphones?”

“It is,” Chloe confirmed. “We normally tap into a power line.”

“Ok, good,” the ventriloquist nodded. “That makes things easier. I can sit center-ring then.”

Chloe gathered her towel, toiletries and pajamas and headed for the door. “Sleep well.”

“Thanks, goodnight,” Beca replied with a little grin. She waited for the door to close before getting changed into her pajamas and curling up under the clean-smelling sheets. Then she looked over at Charlie’s trunk. “Don’t mess this up for us,” she said. “We need this.”

“Shut up,” Charlie replied. “I won’t mess things up if you keep up your end of the bargain.”

Beca sighed and closed her eyes. “I will.”

Chloe shivered a little as she climbed the steps to her caravan and slipped inside. The Fall had brought cool winds and she was glad when she was finally able to slip into bed and relax. She chuckled softly as she realized that Beca was starfishing in her cot, arms and legs practically hanging over the edge of the narrow bed. It was one of the cutest things she’d ever seen, next to the brunette herself of course.

Chloe was self-aware enough to know she was attracted to the ventriloquist, and it had been a long time since she’d been <I>touched</i> by a woman, so as her eyes moved over the sprawled body... over the lines of her muscles, the curve of her breasts and the soft plains of her face... her own body responded, and she had to look away before she couldn’t help but take matters into her own hands. She muffled a groan as she rolled over and curled into a ball, screwing her eyes tightly shut and breathing through the wave of arousal.

“Don’t even think about it,” Charlie muttered from across the room and Chloe gasped in surprise. She sat up and looked at Beca, but the woman was obviously fast asleep, and the redhead shook her head, wiping a trembling hand over her face.

“Jesus, I’m hearing things,” she murmured. “Maybe I’m going crazy too.”

She felt uneasy but she finally just lay back and gave in to the sleep she was craving, knowing that another day would start again super early for her and wanting to be rested as much as possible.

“Well, boy and girls,” Charlie said cheerfully, looking back and forth with his lifeless eyes. “I love coming to the circus and now I’m so happy to be performing for you all at the best circus in the world. Are you happy to be here, Puppet?”

“I’m so happy,” Beca replied with a smile as she looked at her wooden friend. “We’ve already made good friends here.”

Chloe smiled as she leaned against a pole, watching from the empty audience seats. Beca had been rehearsing for a couple of weeks; had been integrated into the main show, and now she felt ready to do her first live one. “Sound is good here, Bec!” she called out. “I’m going to move back further!”

Beca nodded and gave her a thumbs up, so the redhead climbed the tiered seating, heading for the back row. “She has a great ass,” Charlie said, microphone echoing his voice.

Chloe looked back over her shoulder with an exasperated roll of her eyes as Beca slapped Charlie’s shoulder. “You know...!” she called back. “If you want to ask me on a date, you could just do it, Bec!” she teased. “Charlie doesn’t have to be involved!”

“Wouldn’t want to step on his toes,” the ventriloquist replied. “He fancies you.”

“Never would have guessed!” the redhead reached the back row and straightened, holding up her hand.

“How does this sound,” Beca asked. “Is it clear enough?”

“Yeah! Sounds good!”

“Thanks, Chloe.” Beca turned off the mic, got up and set Charlie down on her seat, then came to meet the redhead as she trotted back down to the ring. She paused awkwardly as Chloe smiled at her. “Listen, I know I’ve been teasing you and... um... I know we just met a couple weeks ago, but I kinda feel like we’re...” She swallowed, screwing her bravery into place. “The same... but if I’m wrong...” She stopped again, lifting her hands and dropping them.

“Beca,” the older woman said softly. “Just so there’s no misunderstanding... I like women.” The look of relief on the brunette's face made her chuckle. “So, like I said... Charlie doesn’t have to be involved.”

Bec’s smile fell a little, but she nodded. “He... um... he gets jealous... of me... dating.”

Chloe tilted her head in question. “What do you mean? He’s not real...”

“He is,” the ventriloquist interrupted, keeping her voice low. “He has a mind of his own, Chlo.”

“Beca.” The redhead barked out a laugh. “Stop fooling around.”

For a long span of heartbeats, Beca stared at her. Then she sighed and nodded. “Ok, sorry.”

Chloe felt bad though and she reached out to take the younger woman’s hand, caressing her thumb over the soft skin. “But I bet he feels real to you,” she added. “You two have been together a while, right?”

“Yeah,” Beca replied. “He’s been in my life for a long time. Years.”

The redhead nodded in return and then stepped a little closer. “Well, now that he’s out of earshot, maybe you could ask me on that date? I know a great picnic spot within walking distance.”

Beca tugged a little on their joined hands, easing Chloe closer to her. “Sounds like you just asked ME,” she teased gently.

“I guess I did,” the older woman grinned. “What do you say?”

“I say my afternoon is free now that I’ve finished rehearsal.”

“I have some stuff to do but... how about we meet back at the caravan at three?”

The ventriloquist nodded happily. “Three it is.” She squeezed Chloe’s hand before leaving with a smile, heading back into the ring to collect Charlie and carry him away with her.

The redhead couldn’t stop the beaming smile from lighting her face as she grabbed her rake and headed toward the elephant enclosure.

“Whore!”

“Charlie stop!” Beca exclaimed as she changed into a fresh shirt and slipped a leather jacket on over it. “My personal life is none of your business.”

“She’ll take you away from me!”

“Come on!” the brunette rolled her eyes, looking over at the dummy who was perched on top of his trunk. “I’m still here. After all these FUCKING years, Charles. I’m still here.”

“You like her, I can tell.”

The ventriloquist brushed out her hair, leaving it flowing freely around her shoulders. “I do like her. She’s beautiful and kind and smart.”

“You want to fuck her!”

Beca didn’t dignify that with an answer and just dabbed some perfume at her pulse points. “It’s just a picnic,” she said then. “And you’re staying here.”

Beca froze as a knife sailed past her head and embedded itself in the wall next to Chloe’s mirror. “I’ll kill her.”

The brunette was about to reach out and grab the knife when the door opened and Chloe came inside, immediately smiling when she saw her friend. “Hey, you look gorgeous.”

“She cleans up well,” Charlie said sweetly. Beca blinked but didn’t say anything.

“She sure does,” the redhead agreed. She moved quickly to her trunk and grabbed a fresh blouse off the pile, but she froze when she saw the knife sticking out of the wall. “Uh... Bec...?”

“Oh, sorry about that,” the younger woman replied. “I was thinking of adding knife throwing to my act and wanted to see how it felt.” Beca almost winced at the ridiculous excuse, but Chloe shrugged, having no reason to think she was lying.

“Oh... interesting. A knife-throwing ventriloquist. I’m pretty sure there aren’t many of THOSE in the world.”

“Probably not,” the brunette agreed.

“Well, give me ten minutes to wash up and change,” Chloe grinned. “I made some chicken sandwiches and bartered for some lemonade. We're eating like queens this afternoon.” And then she was gone again, towel and toiletries in her hand.

Fifteen minutes later, they were strolling out of the camp, carrying their picnic supplies and heading for a spot the older woman had found during one of her many solitary walks. It didn’t take long for Beca’s hand to find hers and lace their fingers together. “Is this alright?” she asked, a little shyly.

Chloe tucked her other hand around Beca’s elbow, pressing closer to her. “It’s more than ok,” she replied.

“I feel very honored to be going on this date with you, Chloe.”

“Awwwww,” Chloe grinned. “You’re very sweet, Bec. And I feel the same way.”

It didn’t take them much longer to find a nice spot of grass and Beca laid out their blanket and basket before settling down on her back, gazing up at the sky. Chloe joined her, their upper arms pressed together.

“That cloud looks like a duck,” the brunette said after a moment of quiet, pointing at the white formation.

“Oh yeah?” Chloe replied, tilting her head. “Looks like a rabbit to me.”

Beca tried again. “How about just a bird?”

“Yeah, I can see a bird.” The redhead turned her head to look at her date, only then realizing how close they actually were. Beca’s dark blue eyes were almost stormy, and it made her suck in a breath. But then the younger woman smiled and looked away shyly. “Um...” Chloe swallowed and looked back at the sky too. “It’s a blackbird.”

“How can you tell?” Beca asked. “I mean, it’s all white, right?”

“I dunno. It just feels like it,” Chloe murmured. Their eyes met again, the brunette marveling at how her light blue irises were sparkling in the sunlight. “Sometimes things just feel... right.”

“Yeah,” the younger woman breathed. “Chloe... I want...” she began, then stopped and swallowed at the hunger in the older woman’s expression. After two weeks of sleeping in the same room, changing in front of each other and bathing at the same time, the redhead’s desire was more than she could handle. She hoped Beca felt the same way.

“I need to kiss you,” she said huskily. She rolled onto her hip and one forearm and leaned over her date. “May I?”

“God yes,” the brunette replied, voice slightly raspy too. She reached one hand up and threaded her fingers into soft, red hair, easing the older woman’s face closer. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Chloe whimpered softly and leaned in closer, her hair forming a curtain around them to keep the world out. “You too,” she whispered.

Beca lifted her head to meet her and when their lips finally connected, she couldn’t help but moan into it. Chloe’s lips were so incredibly soft and supple, and Beca drew her closer, resting her head back on the blanket as she brought her free arm around the older woman’s neck. She felt Chloe shift a tad and their chests came together as she deepened the kiss, tongue flicking out to beg for entrance. Beca moaned again, parting her lips and meeting the redhead’s tongue with a strong stroke of her own. She heard Chloe inhale shakily through her nose and settle a little more weight on her as the kiss went on and Beca just deepened it further wanting to taste every inch of her date’s mouth.

Chloe had never been kissed like this before; had never felt so much need and longing from a partner and she returned it all and then some. Kissing Beca felt like sunlight on a dark day... like drinking from a cool well after being thirsty for years... like coming home to something so familiar she would know it even with her eyes closed.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she separated their lips for just a moment to suck in some air. Then she went back for more, letting her hand wander a little down the younger woman’s body. Beca held her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer as her hips bucked up and Chloe knew that the younger woman needed her as much as she needed Beca. “I want you,” she murmured into a slightly pink ear as she captured its lobe between her teeth and nibbled softly on it. She was aware that they were technically in public, that a car could roll by at any point, but she didn’t really care. She wanted to taste Beca’s skin, to feel her come around her fingers.

“Chloe,” Beca shuddered. “Holy shit.” She captured the hand that was about to settle on her breast and held it, feeling it still under her touch. “Wait...”

The redhead drew back a little, touching their foreheads together gently. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” she breathed, chest heaving.

“No... I... I want this too,” the brunette replied. “But we can’t here.”

Chloe lifted her head again, grinning a little. “Plus, this is our first date. We probably should wait until...”

“We get back to the caravan?” Beca impishly finished for her.

The redhead laughed this time. “I was going to say our second date... but that works too.” She rolled back onto her back, trying to catch her breath. “That was... Phew!”

“Sure was,” the ventriloquist agreed with a little chuckle. “Damn, Chloe.” She couldn’t help but roll onto her side to steal another gentle kiss, feeling Chloe smile into it. “You’re a terrible kisser.”

“You too,” the redhead deadpanned. “Let’s never do that again.”

“’Til the next time,” Beca added.

“’Til the next time,” Chloe agreed. She sat up then and pulled the basket a little closer. “Let’s eat before I decide I’m hungrier for something else.”

“Oh, I’ve already decided,” the brunette teased, running her hand up her date’s thigh. She just left it there as the redhead passed her a plate with two sandwiches and a bottle of lemonade that was a little too tart to be enjoyable. It all hit the spot though and when they were finished, they lay back down, Beca cuddled against Chloe with her head pillowed her on shoulder.

“This may be the best day of my nineteen year long life,” Beca said softly as Chloe’s fingers gently sorted through her dark hair.

“Why?” the older woman asked, wondering if her date was about to admit that she was a virgin.

“I almost got to homebase on a first date,” the brunette grinned, dispelling THAT thought. “That’s never happened before. Normally it’s third or fourth.”

“But the date’s not over yet,” the redhead replied with a little wink. “There’s still time to make that dream come true.”

They were quiet for another moment, then Beca smiled. “Tell me everything about you?” she requested.

Chloe closed her eyes and took a breath. “Well... I was born in Portland, Oregon...”

Chloe and Beca had made out more that afternoon, savoring each other and barely able to hold back, so, when they’d reached their caravan and slipped inside, Chloe had unceremoniously dropped the picnic supplies and was already kissing Beca when the door of the caravan closed behind them. She pushed the brunette gently against it, letting her hands wander down her chest, fingertips teasing over her collarbones and lower to cup ample breasts and caress stiff nipples that were clearly visible through her silk shirt. The redhead eased her thigh between the ventriloquist’s and pressed into her.

“Chloe,” Beca moaned. “God...”

“This is ok, right?” Chloe asked around the earlobe between her lips. “I mean... if you want to stop...”

Beca’s response was to flip them and shove the older woman hard against the door, making her groan with arousal. Then her hand was wasting no time in making its way down the front of the redhead’s pants.

“SLUTS!” Charlie said loudly from across the room. “DYKES!”

Chloe frowned. “Beca... what...?”

“Charlie... shut the hell up!” the ventriloquist exclaimed.

“I knew you wanted to fuck her!”

Chloe was annoyed now, and she pushed the younger woman away. “Beca, that’s enough!”

“Chloe, it’s not me, I swear. I tried to tell you. He has a mind of his own.”

“She doesn’t believe you. No one ever believes you,” the dummy said cruelly. “Everyone just thinks you’re crazy. You ARE crazy!”

Tears spilled down Beca’s cheeks. “Please stop. Please.”

“Beca, hey,” the redhead said softly, taking her friend’s face between her palms. “Talk to me.”

“He’s right,” Beca said. “No one ever believes me.”

“She's a slut,” Charlie said, drowning out the younger woman’s voice.

Chloe gasped then as she realized Charlie and Beca had spoken at the same time. “Wait...” she said, frowning in confusion. “What the hell?” She released the ventriloquist and strode across the room to pick the dummy up and look at him closely.

“Scared yet?” Charlie asked in a menacing tone and Chloe watched as his eyebrows, eyes and mouth moved of their own accord.

“Beca, where the hell did you get this thing?” she asked.

“It’s an old family heirloom. Every generation, one of the female family members is tasked with taking care of him. My mother gave him to me. We can’t get away from him.”

The redhead scoffed. “That’s some Boris Karloff shit,” she said incredulously. “Let’s just destroy this asshole.”

But then she gasped and looked down as pain shot through her. A bloodstain was spreading across the front of her blouse and the handle of a knife was protruding from her side. “Oh shit,” she said as her knees gave out and she dropped onto the floor, dropping the dummy too in the process.

“Chloe!” Beca screamed, running to her and catching her before her upper body hit the wooden planking.

“Asshole stabbed me,” the redhead said indignantly, pulling the small knife out and tossing it on the floor next to her.

“Told you I’d kill her,” Charlie said as he sashayed nearer, brandishing another much larger knife. His cheek and tuxedo were blood stained and he had a maniacal grin on his face that Beca had never seen before. “This is YOUR fault, Mitchell. You didn’t keep up your end of the deal.”

The ventriloquist held her friend in her lap, keeping pressure on the wound. “You’re going to be ok, Chlo, I’m promise,” she whispered. “You have to be. You promised me a second date.”

A small smile lifted the redhead’s lips. “I’m pretty sure I promised you more than that.” She coughed and shook her head. “I’m ok. I think it’s just a flesh wound.”

“I can fix that,” Charlie growled, moving closer and trying his best to be menacing at not quite three feet tall.

“Fuck you,” Beca growled right back. She gently lay Chloe on the floor and got up, dodging the knife the dummy was swiping at her legs. He took a flying leap at her chest then, but she caught him mid-air, falling backwards over one of the cots and landing on her back with Charlie on top of her. “Get off me!” The knife was dangerously close to her throat and the dummy was superhumanly strong as he pressed down. “Fuck!”

“Fuck fuck fuckity fuck,” Charlie gleefully sing-songed as he pressed down harder against Beca’s hold. “Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.”

“Hey, Charlie!” Chloe exclaimed.

The dummy’s head slowly swiveled a hundred and eighty degrees to look at her behind him. “Yeeeees?” But then his eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell into a grimace as he realized the gorgeous human female was holding a baseball bat in a practiced stance.

“Shut the hell up, Dummy!”

“Oh shit,” Charlie sighed as the redhead swung the bat, taking his head clean off his neck and sending it rolling away behind some boxes.

“Asshole,” Chloe muttered then, wincing with pain and pressing her hand against her wound as the dummy’s body collapsed bonelessly on her date.

“Jesus Christ, are you ok?” Beca asked as she shoved the wooden parts off her and scrambled to her feet. She helped her friend to a chair to sit down.

“Find the head, Bec,” the older woman said. “We need to burn it.”

“Ok,” the ventriloquist said and quickly located Charlie’s head behind some dumbbells, juggling it in her hands and dropping it again as it tried to bite her. “Jesus, Dude! Stop!”

“I’ll never st...” Charlie’s voice was choked off as Chloe hit the head with the bat again, separating the jaw from the hinges.

“This guy just doesn’t know when to shut up.” She said as she painfully bent over to pick up the pieces. “Grab the body, Beca. Let’s take it out to the campfire.”

“Gladly,” the younger woman replied as she retrieved Charlie’s body. “But just let me get a bandage on that wound first.” She ripped some strips off one of the sheets on her cot and made a pad, which she pressed against Chloe’s wound and secured with another strip tied around her slender waist. Then they carried Charlie-pieces out of the caravan and brought them to the communal campfire.

“What are you going to do now?” the redhead asked. “A ventriloquist needs her dummy.”

Beca shrugged. “I can get another one,” she said. “Or make one? Out of a sock maybe? And sing too? Sockapella?”

Chloe laughed and made a mouth with her hand. “Aca-Genius,” she said, making it speak for her.

“Ok.” Beca took a deep breath and then tossed all the wooden pieces of Charlie into the fire. For a moment there was silence but then the pieces started screaming unintelligibly, making them both wince.

“Jesus,” Chloe complained, rubbing her ears. “That wasn’t pleasant. How long was it in your family anyway?”

“I’m not sure. It’s been there for as long as our family tree has been recorded.”

“And no one thought to throw it in a fire, Becs?” the older woman asked incredulously.

The ventriloquist swallowed. “Uh...”

Chloe's face fell. “Did we just make a big mistake, Baby? Did we just release a terrible evil into the world from its container?”

“That’s a tad overdramatic, don’t you think?” the brunette said with a shrug. Then they both shivered as an evil sounding cackle echoed around them. “On second thoughts, maybe not.”

The redhead sighed and bent a little as her wound hurt more intensely. “I think I need a doctor,” she said.

Beca nodded. “Let’s go into town and see if there’s a hospital. You probably need stitches.”

“Yeah,” Chloe replied as she suddenly felt faint. “We should go now before I keel over.”

“You got it, Doll.”

A year later, it felt like a lifetime had passed since Beca had been freed from Charlie’s curse. She’d gotten herself a new, well-behaved dummy and was happily living life with Chloe under the Big Top they both loved. They also loved each other, and their relationship had just gotten stronger over the course of the year. They’d had to take their time in the end, going on low key dates together as Chloe’s wound had healed, but it had been absolutely amazing when they’d finally been able to physically express their feelings for each other.

It had been the best night of both their lives, making love for the first time in the quiet dimness of their caravan, lit only by candles and their single kerosene lamp. Stacie, when the gossip had gotten to her that they were lovers, had arranged better quarters for them and they had a perfect home together now with an actual bed big enough for them both. The circus was the one place they could be different together without being afraid, and they each gave thanks for it every single day.

Despite the hold Charlie had had on her family for generations, Beca couldn’t regret it, because it had brought her to Chloe. They were soulmates; the person the other loved most in the world.

And what more could independent, twenty and twenty-three-year-old women want? Chloe mulled that over as she raked the lion’s cage.

“Hey, Bec,” she said as she watched her lover amble out of the ring toward her. “How do you feel about having kids?”

Beca just grinned.

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