indescribable feelings

seven signs

Summary: Bucky feels like he’s falling in love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none - pure fluff!

Word Count: 2.1k [yikes, sorry]

A/N: Here’s my submission for the ever lovely Gen’s @bucky-plums-barnes 8k celebration - congrats again, sweetheart! My prompt was: “You know I only have eyes for you.” - hope you all enjoy :) || masterlist


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Lachesism! Lance

sooooo this is something me and @moppingleshitoutofyou came up with a while ago, hope yall enjoy!!

you can check out some of my other mini fics here


Lance didn’t really know when it started. There were too many incidents to pinpoint its exact origins. It could have began when he tried to jump out the window when he was six to prove that he could totally fly Marcos. Or when he was nine and ate a bee when Lily said they were dangerous, because how dangerous can a chubby little bumblebee be? It was like it was always there, this little voice urging him to prove his worth through dangerous tasks.

it wasn’t until he was fifteen when the real trouble began. 

Once again, the origins of the power he was given was unknown to him. He sorta just woke up one day and bam, he felt the emotions of everyone in the house. To say it was overwhelming would be an understatement. He could practically taste his mother’s worry and his sister’s sadness and he just wanted to help them you know? Ease their pain, because no one deserved to feel those emotions. Perhaps it was then that he became aware of the feelings his felt since he was a kid. He had a form of lachesism, or at least that’s what the therapist his parents forced him to go to told him.

It took countless hours of research to figure out what the hell lachesism even was, since it wasn’t something that simply popped up in everyday conversations. And the whole emotions things? Yeah, it took a while to figure out how that fit into this mess. 

In fact, he was still trying to figure it all out when he went to the Garrison, which was yet another mess because he could feel all of the students’ emotions too. His family’s emotions were barely a sliver of what he had to endure every day. There was just, just so much sadness here. It was like a new wave hit him every time he moved, encasing him in this bubble of hurt. It was too much at times, causing him to spiral into anxiety attacks when Hunk was asleep. 

Yet, he thrived in the pain he was forced to endure everyday. Maybe it was the fact he was given this power to know what everyone was feeling, but he finally felt like he was worth something. Who else could stand feeling other’s emotions constantly thrown at them, if they were not at least worth something. Call it middle child syndrome, but Lance finally felt like he could make a difference. He could help these people! All he had to do was try to keep them happy and their sadness would begin to melt away. 

Thus, class-clown Lance was born at the age of 16, who was always there to crack a joke. He learned to talk more to make others feel comfortable and laugh loud enough for everyone to feel included. Finally, Lance felt clarity in his mind for the first time in years, and he was able to truly believe he had worth.

However this only solved the problem for a bit, as smiles can only go so far. Soon the sadness returned, albeit weaker than before, but it was still there. This unsettled Lance more than he thought it would. How could he help now? How could he prove he was more than just a cargo pilot? He was already struggling to keep up with Keith and now this? 

It was when Lance was comforting Hunk after a panic attack did he realize just how far his powers could reach. 

The two had been cuddling when Lance felt this pull, this tug towards Hunk’s emotions that he never felt before. He followed it of course and the feeling was indescribable. It was like he drowning in Hunk’s emotions, each feeling circling around him, urging him to touch, to feel. Shakily, he mentally reached out for the anxiety that kept bubbling up and it was like he sinking in this void of emotions that was endless. It wormed itself inside of Lance until it was gone, residing within him rather than Hunk. It was terrifying.

But Hunk’s smile after it was over, his slight laughter as he stated he felt better than he had in years, made it all worth it.


After being swept up in the whirlwind that was Voltron, Lance knew once again that he had worth. It wasn’t in his shooting capabilities or in his powerful bond with his lion or even in the persona he still continued. No, it was in the way he took away Pidge’s worry and soothed it with reassurance, how he slipped into Shiro’s room at night and removed the terror that plagued him to allow him a decent night of rest, and in the way he harbored Allura and Coran’s homesickness for the world they lost and offered them the feeling of family instead. This was his purpose, his way of showing his worth in subtle ways.

It took a toll on Lance though, the emotions he took away finding a home in his chest, weighing him down. He could feel the anxiety in his fingertips, the fear in his bones, and the never ending sadness in his mind. But it was worth it wasn’t it? He was protecting his teammates from the pain of these awful emotions, keeping up the spirits of Voltron through his pain. It was worth it. 

Blue didn’t think so. She’d often lecture Lance on overdoing it and how it truly wasn’t worth it, but couldn’t she see that it was? By him feeling this, surviving through this, he was able to see Pidge laugh freely and Hunk grow into his role as a paladin. Watch as Keith became more open to the group, his previous doubts now backed up with trust in his team. 

Oh cub, can’t you see how it weighs you down, how it tears you apart? She had asked one morning, specifically after a nasty panic attack. Can’t you see you’re worth more than this? That you’re more than just Lance, that you’re my paladin who doesn’t deserve this? Can’t you see?

But in the grand scheme of things, his wellbeing doesn’t matter, only that Voltron can still form. He was simply helping the process and he would be there for his team no matter what.

Despite this, Lance began to close in on himself. He spent hours upon hours with Blue, strengthening his powers so he could become more. He learned to manipulate the emotions, how to expel them onto others, making them feel the pain he suffered through each and everyday. He still went through his daily cleaning, helping each Paladin in whatever form they needed before heading back to his hangar and remaining there till night. The persona Lance built back at the Garrison had begun to crack, but it was fine because he was becoming stronger right? Now he could truly protect his team. He was no longer an emotional dump. He could send those emotions to whoever he pleased. He had worth.

The team began to get worried, however. They noticed how Lance began to close up, disappearing for hours on end. They knew they had to do something about it, but how?

“Maybe we could corner him?” Keith suggested, shrugging. 

“No, no, he wouldn’t tell us what was wrong if we did that. How about we call him up to the bridge?” Hunk replied, glancing at Shiro, who was pacing. 

“I don’t think that’ll work Hunk, you’ve seen Lance. Our best bet might be to go down to his hangar and speak to him there, the Blue Lion might help back us up,” Shiro sighed, looking down the hallway to where the hangars were,”I know he might freeze up but it’s the only option that gives us the backup of a lion.” 

The team nodded, Hunk simply turning silently, before beginning their dissent towards the hangars, nervousness tickling the back of their necks. It wasn’t long until they all stood before the door of the Blue Lion’s hangar. With a quick glance at the team Shiro was about to open it when it opened on its own silently, shocking the team slightly. Blue hummed quietly in the back of their minds before disappearing, allowing the paladins to enter her hangar. 

Hunk almost fainted at what awaited them, the rest gasping at the sight before them. 

There in the middle of the hangar, sat Lance surrounded by a hurricane of black that swirled faster with each passing second. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the paladins, yet they all felt like he just knew. It was when he opened his eyes that all hell broke loose.


Here’s Part Two !

Love comes with indescribable feelings.
Like the feeling you get when he laughs at your jokes or holds your hand. The feeling you get when we wraps his arms around you or kisses your forehead. The feeling you get when he tells you he loves you. It’s like your a kid again, and the world is painted in vibrant colors and there’s no darkness. You’re just a naive little girl who still believes in magic, and still believes in love.
Then there comes the pain. The pain so sharp it cuts into you at night, the type of pain that leaves you breathless and empty. You’re panicking, because you feel like your losing sight of the vibrant colors you once saw and it’s all turning to grey, it keeps getting darker and you can’t paint another picture.
All your left with is grey, a grey world without color.
But you need that color to survive, so you inhale the smoke and the red returns to your eyes, and the colors back again, in neons and as bright as ever. He’s not the only source of color.
—  v.m

Y/N‘s teased Harry all night, and he wants her to pay for it (she secretly wants it too, really badly).

i.

Y/N felt like a proper, scandalous tease tonight.

The sweetest smile was rested on her lips as she talked to their friends, she wasn’t paying half a mind to the conversation if she’s honest, she was too giddy and distracted. Under the dining table, her fingertips were brushing back and forth on Harry’s crotch, lightly tracing the outline of his cock through his floral print trousers. He hadn’t payed much mind to it at first, other than a flinch of his eyebrows in surprise, and a questioning look pointed her way. As the evening led on, however, the light traces and dances of her fingertips against his thigh had quickly escalated to something much more. Her palm was planted right on top of him, squeezing and palming his noticeably enlarged length now.

His efforts to warn her through panicked glances when she got him almost right on the edge— nearly too far to be able to gulp down his moans with his water but not quite on the brink for him to come in his pants— went past her with just a simple shrug and a smug perk of her lips.

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Indescribable Feeling’s

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  • Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
  • Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
  • Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
  • Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
  • Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
  • Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
  • Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
  • Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
  • Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
  • Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
  • Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
  • Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
  • Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
  • Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
  • Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
  • Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
  • Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
  • Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
  • Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
  • Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

*I probably wont be doing these in order - and I may not do them all - and I don’t know how long it will take me to post - you’re probably regretting your dissension’s - sorry - but you wont be disappointed - writing takes time - and like - feels - all the feels - also bear with me I only know like two people in winner - I’m still learning* 

There are certain songs you only listen to because they make you feel a certain kind of way. For a while, you are addicted to how the songs are able to stir up the indescribable feelings inside you. But then one day, you turn on that song, and it doesn’t seem to touch you the way it used to. It no longer reaches you anymore.
My Soldier

Here we go! My first Alex imagine! Hope you like it as much I enjoyed writing it! Leave your comments behind, I’d appreciate it very much! (Picture doesn’t belong to me! I found it on google pictures!)


“(Y/N) my dear, can you hang up the laundry outside, please? I’m quite busy with preparing lunch.”

“Of course, Anne.”  The young woman responded to her future mother-in-law, making her way towards the bathroom. She took a hold of the laundry basket where the freshly washed laundry was neatly folded and put in, then carrying it to the backyard. The weather was beautiful, a perfect summer day and the sun was shining warmly on the sky, not even a single cloud was to be seen.  (Y/N) loved days like this. It changed her mood to a better one. And now that war had taken place, she needed a little distraction even more.

She walked through a sea of different flowers, feeling them brushing her uncovered legs and the touch left a comfortable sensation behind. When she arrived to the hanger, she placed the basket to the ground, bent down and grabbed the first piece of clothes and hung them up, attaching it with two clothes pegs. As she continued doing her task, her mind easily drifted to the young man that she loved with all her heart.

It was not a long time ago that he left off for war but for (Y/N) it felt like a whole eternity. Living without him for a special amount of time was a deep agony. She missed him being around her. His smile, his eyes, his hugs and even his terrible jokes. When Alex told her and his family that he was going to fight against the Germans, it crushed (Y/N)’s heart. She knew letting him go was a huge risk, he might never come back to her, safe and sound. And they were very close to marrying each other. (Y/N) had been so excited to finally settling down with him, living a live as a married couple. But Alex was needed, she was aware of it, every young man in the village they’d been living in was needed there to help their French brothers. And (Y/N) could do nothing against it. She knew pretty damn well that if Alex wouldn’t leave, people would talk about them behind their backs, even shaming them that their children had to fight but Alex was not.

Anne took the news for more badly than (Y/N). She fainted right after Alex made the announcement and when she woke up again, it took all of their strength to calm her down. (Y/N) couldn’t blame her for it, she raised her son after all and if (Y/N) was a mother, she would have probably reacted the same way. She promised Alex that she would stay with his family as long as she could to take care of them and support them, but he had to promise her that he would come home back to her.

“You have to.” She forced out crying, clinging onto his body. “You have to come back to me. Otherwise I wouldn’t know how to live without you.” He kissed her deeply as a promise for his return.

“I’ll see you hopefully soon.” He told her before he went out of the house.

Not a long time ago she had received his last letter. He told her that he was alright and a heavy stone fell from her heart. He described about the hard times he went through and how many times he had faced death but still was alive. “For you.” He wrote. “I’m alive for you, my love.”

(Y/N) couldn’t remember how many times she read all of his letters with tears in her eyes. Reading his own words felt like he was still there with her, whispering them into her ear. This was the only way she could calm down for a while. Plenty of times she had raised her hands up to the sky, praying to god that he would send Alex back to her. She knew Alex was strong and willing to fight. He had the heart of a lion.

She had read in the newspaper that three hundred thousand soldiers were saved and made their way home to their families. If Alex was among them, she couldn’t know. They had fortunately not received any bad message of his death. So she hoped whole-heartedly that he was in one of those trains that carried him back to her.

(Y/N) pitied the fallen soldiers. Their families were waiting for them like she did, but the only thing they would be confronted with would be an announcement that their son couldn’t make it. She respected their braveness, and she would always keep them in her prayers.

While (Y/N) was still doing her task and being deep in thoughts, a young soldier was sneaking his way toward her, paying attention to not making any sounds that would reveal his position. He held a large bouquet of her favorite flowers in his hands. Seeing her again in real after countless nights of dreaming about her made his heart jump in his chest and he was more in love with her than ever. The last steps were always the agonizing ones but he also crossed this obstacle.

(Y/N) suddenly felt a pair of hands covering her eyes, preventing her from doing her work.

“What the hell?” She exclaimed, as she saw nothing but darkness, her body stiffening immediately from the touch.  “Who in god’s name is that?”

“You can guess three times.” She heard someone whisper into her ear delicately. A wave of different emotions was overwhelming every part, every cell and every fiber of her body. Happiness, excitement, love, relief. Everything at once. She knew exactly who was right behind her.

“A-Alex?” She whimpered, tears flooding down her cheeks. The hands released her eyes and she was able to turn around. And as she looked into two familiar green eyes that she longed to see so terribly, she could finally breathe again.

“Oh my goodness!” She gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. Heavy sobs left her mouth and before the young man in front of him could respond, she threw herself at him, crying on his shoulder. Alex wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, pulling her towards him. Having her in arms again after all the horror he went through was an indescribable feeling. Both clung onto each other like their lives depended on the other one. Once (Y/N) back away slightly, she took his handsome face between her hands.

“You came back. You really came back. Dear god, I can’t believe it!” She peppered every centimeter of his face with affectionate kisses before she captured her lips with his. “Oh my god! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you so so much!” She hugged him again tightly.

“Love, easy!” Alex laughed. “Let me breathe.”

“I’ve been worried sick about you.” (Y/N) admitted, easing her grab on him. “You didn’t send any letters anymore and I thought I lost you. Oh my god!”

“It’s over now, darling. I’m here. I’m back and I’m not planning on leaving any time soon.” He kissed her lightly. “I kept my promise, didn’t I?” He handed her over the bouquet of flowers which created a smile on (Y/N)’s lips.

“I love you, Alex. So much.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He said. “Where is mother? I missed her terribly.”

“She’s inside, preparing lunch. Jesus, she will be out of her shoes when she sees you again.” She intertwined their fingers and dragged him into the house. “Come on, let’s go surprise her. She’ll love this one.”

When they entered the house, (Y/N) called after her second mother. “Anne? Are you still in the kitchen?”

“Yes, love! Lunch is almost ready. If you could help me laying the table that would be very lovely, my dear.”  

Alex’ eyes shone brightly as he heard the sound of his mother’s voice again. It was not only (Y/N)’s but her voice in his head that encouraged him during the battles. He indicated (Y/N) to be quiet whereas she nodded with her head.

He slowly stepped into the kitchen where his lovely mother was doing the last preparations for the meal. Anne hadn’t noticed him yet. She was quite busy with running back and forth, looking for spices for the salad.

“What smells so good in here?” He asked innocently, making his mother freeze in her position. She thought first that she misheard his voice but when she looked up to the door where the young man stood, she couldn’t believe what she saw. Her whole body began to tremble.

“Jesus Christ!” Anne exclaimed, running towards her son. “My boy, my baby!” She cried.

“Hello, mother.” Alex mumbled, hugging her and kissing her head gently.

“Oh my baby boy, you’re here! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She was looking for any bruises on his skin.

“Mum, I’m fine, don’t you worry.”

“Alex.” The older woman sighed. “I missed you so much, my son.”

“I missed you, too mother.”

(Y/N) was gazing at this mother-son moment with new tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

“You won’t leave again, will you? You’ll stay here?” Anne asked worried.

“No mum, I’ll stay here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Anne sighed in relief and led her hands to her face to wipe away all the tears that ran down her cheeks.

“Oh my, you’re surely hungry, aren’t you? Where is (Y/N)? (Y/N)?! “ She looked at her.

“Yes?” She asked.

“The table. The table is waiting for you!”

“Your wish is my command , madam!” She saluted with a laugh and with Alex she prepared the dining table where afterwards they had a very nice time together.

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She felt him stir again in his sleep. This happened very often since he came back home. Every night he would fidget back and forth in his position, crying out for help because he was tormented by nightmares. (Y/N) knew that war had changed him a lot no matter how much he tried to cover it. Nothing would be the same anymore. His body twitched at every tiny little sound but he tried to pretend like it wouldn’t bother him. He tried to be the man that he was before he left, but (Y/N) knew by heart that this man was not there anymore. She was willing to help him. To help him fight against the bad memories that he made.

She supported herself on her elbows, glancing at Alex. Turning on the night lamp beside her, she noticed that his whole body was covered with sweat.

“No, don’t shoot… Please…” She heard him whimpering in his sleep. “Please, don’t shoot… no.. no..” His expression showed a hint of distress and fear. “Help… help me… please…”

“Alex?” (Y/N) shook his shoulder slightly to wake him up, to save him from this agony. “Alex, darling wake up.”

“Help…Help… please help me…” Alex kept whining over and over again.

Seeing him in a state like this, all vulnerable and terrified, tore her heart apart. She couldn’t bear to see him hurt and in pain.

“Wake up, Alex. It’s only a dream. Wake up.” She shook much harder and harsher, causing him to finally open his eyes. Alex panted heavily, looking at her with fright.

“(Y/N)?” His chest lifted and fell heavily, while he tried to regain his breath.

“It’s okay, my dear.” She brought him to an embrace. “It was only a nightmare. You’re safe, my love. You’re safe.” She ran her fingers through his hair, a gesture that would calm him down. “It’s okay, Alex. Everything is fine. You’re home. You’re safe.”

“I thought I was back there. I really thought I was going to die.” He sniffled.

“No, darling. Look at me.” She laid her hands on his cheeks. “Everything is okay, Alex. You’re home, not back there. You’re home with me, your mother and your father.”

Her words made him calm down for a little bit. His tensed body relaxed.

“You made it alive out there, my hero.” (Y/N) said.

“I’m not a hero.” Alex mumbled.

“Yes, you are. You did everything that you could to defeat the enemy Alex. You kept fighting for justice and safety. I really desire you bravery and your strength , my dear. You faced death so many times but yet you’re alive. You never gave up. You just went on and on. And I don’t know anyone who is as selfless and willing as you are. I admire you.”

She offered him a soothing smile.

“You may not have won this war, but you gave everything that you have, my love. War does not always mean winning but also losing. One side always loses. But I’m sure the Germans soon will be defeated and the deaths of the fallen ones will be revenged.”

She put kiss on his temple.

“You’re going to heal, my love. I promise. You may not forget what you went through and I don’t expect you to do so but you will be better after a time. Not today, not tomorrow and the day after. But you will heal. And until then I’m going to support you, hold you, trying to do everything you want me to.”

Alex nodded his head, feeling far more better from the words that she spoke.

“We’re going to beat every nightmare that you have. I’m always there, lying next to you and keeping you safe.”

“I love you, (Y/N). I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you too and I can’t wait to marry you.” She responded. In a few weeks, they would be bonded forever and both of them were looking forward to it. With (Y/N) on his side, Alex knew that he was complete. She was his life safer. His light that guided him through darkness.

They laid down again, talking about their wedding, future children and everything that their heart desired until they fell to a deep slumber. With (Y/N) in his arms, Alex was finally at peace.

i’ve been dissociating almost nonstop for my entire life that moments where i’m not tend to fill my chest with this indescribable almost overwhelming feeling. it used to happen more when i was younger, like after walking out of the movie theater with the movie still fresh on my mind the air just felt crisper the ground felt solider my head felt clearer and i just felt rooted in a place for once. and aware of it. idk if it’s like that for anyone else.

He Leaves You Breathless [Eggsy Unwin Imagine - Request].

A/N: Hello, my lovelies! Here’s some Eggsy smut for you, as requested the other day. I hope you like it anon! 

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader. 

Warnings: Smut, swearing. NSFW! ONLY READ IF YOU’RE AN ADULT. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Eggsy and you belong to you. 

P.S: This has been edited, but if there are any mistakes then please forgive me! Oh and enjoy! <3


Eggsy was everything you thought he would be.

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Untouched

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, smut

TAGS: @jjlevin @starstar1012 @stephvera @styleswift1989 @amf71010 @heismyhunter  @a-small-independent-princess @bxckytrxsh @incadinkadoo @annadier

Summary: the whole team is surprised to find out you’re still a virgin, and the news seems to make you more allegeable to some of the men around the compound. Bucky is no less surprised than the rest of the team, and finds it even harder to keep his eyes off you as he nurses a secret of his own, which he feels obliged to reveal to you after an incident in the training room. 

Diving right into this one! For every man/woman/boy/girl out there who is a virgin, and maybe embarrassed about it; don’t be. It’s better to wait until it feels right, than to rush yourself and regret it later. 

Originally posted by enochianess

‘You’re a virgin?!’ Natasha called out, looking at her friend like she had suddenly grown a second head.

‘Yeah’ you answered nonchalantly.

‘B-but, you.. uh’ Natasha didn’t really know where tot take it from here.

‘But you’re so sexual sometimes’ Steve suddenly blurted out.

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Put Money Where Your Mouth Is (M)

Originally posted by buylosecontrol-moved


Jongin x You (ft. Jongdae)
Summary -
 Your friend Jongdae drags you to a casino, where you pique the interest of the most feared lucky bastard in the entire country.
A/N - Yeah.. just enjoy it. Want to thank my friend for doing the smut part (<3 amy).


Casinos have never been your thing. That’s why it took your friends a lot of convincing for you to join them. It’s not that you didn’t like gambling. In fact, you really enjoyed watching people go rich or go broke but testing your own luck was just a lost cause in your case.

“I don’t wanna go because I suck.” you rolled your eyes when one of your close friends was standing in front of your house, “I’m pretty sure I have told you countless times before, Jongdae.”

He groaned in frustration, “Once, come us with just this one time. Play one game, I swear you’ll think it’s fun!” He clasped his hands together and whined. Giving his best cute face. “Besides… what’s not fun about watching me win money? I’m on a streak!”

“First of all, you know I’m pretty much the goddess of misfortune so why would I play when knowing I’m going to lose my money? Second, you’re a cocky asshole.” You smiled. He has been going on about being a good gambler for a while now, and yes, he has won a ton of money ever since he started but that doesn’t mean it’s meant for everyone.

You hate it that your friends have become regulars at casino’s and you can’t join them. You don’t have the need to get addicted to something that is clearly not put away for you. In all honesty, you call yourself lucky if you don’t have a coffee stained shirt when you arrive at work.

“Fine, while you are going to watch Netflix in your sweats I’m going to become rich..” He crosses his arms and huffs in frustration when you stare at him with little interest. “I’ll be going..” he takes slowly takes a step away from you, hoping to still be able to tempt you. “I’m reaaally going..”

“Goodbye. Good luck.” You wave to bid your farewell.

Jongdae whines again. If you haven’t caught on; he does this quite a lot. “The least you could do is hug me after rejecting me!”

Oh god, talk about needy.

You roll your eyes for maybe the tenth time this day and close the space between you and your friend. You are ready to let go but Jongdae, as the stubborn little bastard he is, has other plans. He crushes you into his hug and lifts you up so you can’t escape. You can’t move out of his embrace because of shock and the fact that he started working out made him a lot stronger.

Then you hear it. A click. That smirk on his face confirms your suspicion. “You locked me out!”

“Now you have no other choice but to come along!” He seems to enjoy this whole thing very much.

“What the hell, Kim Jongdae?! You locked me out! What am I supposed to do now?!” You scream. It’s too late to ask your landlord for a spare key, you will be locked out of your apartment until next morning. Thanks, Jongdae.

He grabs your arm and drags you outside, “Oh boohoo, seems like you have nowhere to go~ you can stay at my place! I’ll be your savior!”

“Are you being funny? It’s because of you that I’m locked out! How am I supposed to even go to a casino?! I’m not even wearing any shoes!” You are fuming. Only Kim Jongdae can pull something like this.

“I have everything you need!”

So there you are. In a, quite fancy, casino wearing shoes that are way too big because you had to borrow Jongdae’s soccer shoes.

Your blue socks with polka dots are sticking out, you feel very self-conscious about your track shorts. Plus, you have gotten quite some unwanted looks for wearing a university tee.

You look stupid. Very stupid.

A few snickers of neatly dressed women passed by. “I hate my life,” you whined as you lowered your head in shame.

“Geez, stop moaning. Minseok is coming as soon as he can. I’m sorry for what I did but hey I’m paying for drinks tonight, okay?” He pats your back.

You raise an eyebrow. “Well, first of all, I don’t have any money on me since you pulled me out of my apartment and then locked the door. Second, you’re not sorry.”

“I totally am not.” Kim Jongdae is officially the devil.

You notice everyone staring at you. Especially this man on the other side of the bar seems to be enjoying the embarrassing sight.

He enjoys it so much that he isn’t even paying any attention to the girls flocking around him. He looks rich and hot so it’s not really such a surprise that he has many followers.

Maybe you’d make a shot if you weren’t dressed so ridiculous.

If only you could leave this place.

“I’m here!” You see Minseok, your lifesaver, with clothing in a plastic bag and extends his arm out to you so you can take it. You assume it’s your dress.

“I really want to ask why you own a dress, but I feel like I’ll regret it. Thank you anyway.” You take the bag and open it. It’s a black dress.

He laughs. “It’s my little sisters’ and please keep it. I hate it when she wears it. She’s at that age, you know? Boys and stuff.”

You quickly get into the restroom to change and you can definitely understand why he hates this dress on his little sister. The v cut of the dress is extremely low and the stretchy fabric makes the dress form fitting. Hugging and accentuating your body shape, but also making it look curvier.

It’s kinda sad that when you look down you still see those sneakers with mismatching polka dot socks but whatever. At least you don’t look like you came here in your pajamas.

All the women here are wearing beautiful dresses paired with Jimmy Choo’s or some shoe brand you can’t afford.

“Damn,” you hear Jongdae a curse and Minseok coughs.

And like this began your first time at a casino. The first hour you spent sticking to the bar, determined to drink until Kim Jongdae is broke. But in the end, you got dragged to the tables anyway.

“Miss, are you going to pick a number or not?” You don’t even notice that you have been standing there for that long, thinking about a number.

“It’s her first time at a casino,” Minseok explains to the impatient dealer.

It’s so hard. There are too many numbers.

“Yeah, well. Minseok and I are going to try our luck at the slot machines. We’re giving you a hundred bucks okay? Don’t use all of it immediately. Also, you know how to exchange them for chips, right?”

“We?!” Minseok, not quite happy that Jongdae is dragging him in.

Even though Minseok is Jongdae’s hyung he doesn’t really seem to care and places a hand over his mouth while dragging him away.

Now you are left with the roulette table. Well, and the impatient dealer but whatever. Are you going for 7? The lucky number? Or should you go with your birthday…

“Place everything on 13.” Someone whispers softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You look to your right and you see that handsome guy from back when you were sitting at the bar. He seems to have ditched his fans.

You kind of mumble in the surprise of him talking to you. He subtly places a hand on your hip. “Isn’t that an unlucky number?” You ask.

He laughs, and man does it sound cute. Never in your life did you expect someone to look like a million dollar playboy, which for all you know he might be. He is wearing this dark maroon colored suit with a dark dress shirt. His hair is styled back and he has a shiny Rolex watch around his wrist. “Just trust me.”

Should you listen to him? The payoff is 35-1 and you have nothing to lose. That would mean that if he is right you’ll win 35 times what you have bet on it..

“Trust me.” He eggs you on and you do feel a bit of pressure. You barely know the guy. For all you know he could work here and is now trying to make you lose your money. “What about this? If you lose.. I’ll give you your hundred back.”

If that’s true..

“And if you win.. I’ll take you out..” he moves your hair away and his lips trace your ear gently.

“Straight bet on 13, please.”

You don’t know what or why but somehow he has you in the palm of his hands.

The dealer is definitely making fun of you as you are about to waste a lot of money on one number and the guy who told you to go for 13 is gone. However you don’t even notice, all you are focused on is the ball after the dealer spins it.

And it lands on..

..13

An indescribable feeling of joy washes over you. You actually won money! No way. You have never been this lucky ever in your life before. The dealer pays you out in chips and you went from 100 bucks to 3500!

You run to Minseok and Jongdae as soon as you can to tell them the news and to give them their money back. “I can’t believe it! I thought you were going to just flush my money down the toilet but you actually won a shit ton!”

“I got help.” The two boys stare at each other.

“From who?” Minseok asks.

You turn around to scan the crowd in order to find his face. One of the tables looks to he unusually crowded compared to the other tables, full of cheers and howling. While motioning the two to follow, you head over to the table.

Just like you thought, it’s that guy that everyone is making a fuss over. Once again he is surrounded by females and men are almost kissing his feet.

“That guy,” you point to the same maroon suited man that helped you earlier.

Minseok slaps Jongdae in excitement and you don’t understand why. The older boy holds a hand in front of his hand while the other is on his hip. “Do you even know who that is?”

Jongdae hisses in annoyance, “Don’t overhype the guy he is already over appreciated and I’m sure he is just a big hustler.” He says to his hyung but Minseok ignores him.

“That is Kim Jongin. Kim Jong-freaking-in!” Minseok tells and Jongdae rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “He is a master in gambling - no! A god. I’ve never seen that guy lose, like casino’s hate him. And he helped you! Oh my god!”

“Calm down, hyung.” Jongdae pushed him off of him. “He is a total fraud, a hustler. I can see it on his face. All of his opponents are just too busy with ogling at his face to notice it. He’s just trying to get into your pants.” Jongdae warns you.

“Woah, is someone jealous?” You poke in his side and he hisses in annoyance.

He steps away so your finger doesn’t reach him anymore and glares at the one he was badmouthing. “I bet I could win from him if he played fair.”

“Okay, okay. You’re a really really tough guy.” Minseok mocked him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “But let’s face it. You against him? Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Jongdae shrugged it off, clearly not happy with the little confidence his friends had in him. “I’ll prove it. Watch me.”

And then he did something both you and Minseok were very shocked to see.

A furious Kim Jongdae stepped with his not-so-tall frame to the infamous King of Gambling with great confidence. He then slammed his hand on the table in front of him for everyone to see.

The Jongin guy looked up when he noticed everyone becoming silent, even the girls who gave him consistent attention stopped for a second to see what was going on.

Oh god no..

“You against me. Whatever game you prefer.” He said after the whole room went silent. Only he wasn’t as cool and manly as he thought. His plan turned out different than he had in mind.

Because Jongin started to stare the boy up and down with a laugh stifled. He was able to keep it in, but when he scanned him again he couldn’t help but cackle a loud laughter. Leading the people around to follow his laughing. “Sorry, kid. I only play with the big boys.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I bet I’m even older than you. Just because your suit is Prada or whatever doesn’t mean you’re better than I am.” Jongdae spat back at him. He is quite well known as the one who can’t take a joke in your circle.

“Woah, woa.. we don’t want any trouble.” Jongin raises his hands as if he were protecting himself from Jongdae, but everyone could hear exaggeration in his voice. He was mocking him, and you didn’t feel like this was going to end well for your friend. “Fine, if you really want to play with me. My only condition is that you play with chips no lower than 50 dollars.”

Once again everyone started cackling. They were mocking him, knowing he would never be able to bet that much money. He was wearing his worn out black skinny jeans and a big red hoodie, that didn’t scream ‘Ferrari owner’, or anything like that, at all.

You had to step in. Not only because this was extremely embarrassing but also because he was your friend, and you had to help him when he makes himself look like a total fool. “Come on, Dae. It’s not worth it. Let’s just go home.”

“But that bastard is making fun of me,” he gritted his teeth, “I want to punch him in the face!”

Rolling your eyes, you tugged on his arm in an attempt to get him to leave.

“Wait!”

The tree of you turned around when a voice called you, only to see that Jongin guy calling you. “Big two. We’ll play big two.”

Jongdae knitted his eyebrows in confusion, “I don’t have the money-”

“No need,” he wore a smug look on his face.

The three of you exchanged looks. What did this guy have in mind? Was he going to make you look even more like losers? “What made you change your mind?” Jongdae asks as he slides into one of the chairs without negotiating, and Jongin waves over someone to give him a deck of cards.

“I know something you can bet instead of money,” Jongin whispered for only Jongdae to hear.

Jongdae became a little suspicious. “What..?”

“Your girl.”

People started murmuring. The girl in pajamas and oversized shoes? Really?

Jongdae followed to where Jongin was pointing his finger. It was directed to you, who was very busy talking and huffing with Minseok. This was a bad idea, so he quickly shook his head. “First of all, she isn’t ‘my girl’. She would kill me if anyone referred to her like that and she’d hear. Second, I can’t do that. That’s my friend, besides.. the whole ‘women’s right’ is very active so I’d rather not bet a woman.”

Jongin leaned back in his chair. “Are you sure?” He shoved a whole tower casino chips his way. Jongdae’s eyes dilated in awe. Were those really poker chips of 5000 dollars?! “Just one night.”

You’ll be so mad at him..

The man across from him dangled a pair of keys right in front of his face, then dropped them without much care. Jongdae swallowed, this was so tough for him. There’s a tower of poker chips that could pay off his student loan debt, and there’s a key of a Maserati lying right before his eyes.

“Okay..” he hesitated but agreed, “on the condition that you remove that blazer. I know you got stuff up your sleeve.”

Jongin raised his eyebrows and his mouth pursed, “I feel insulted, but as you please. Well then, follow me.”

You watch the both of them walk to a more secluded place. It’s an odd sight seeing that man in suit and Jongdae in his skinny jeans competing. Suddenly you hear them call for you and Minseok. “What are you two waiting for? You play this with four.”

A few minutes later you’re facing all the man and next to you are your two friends. You have quite decent cards. Two aces.. three sixes and a clover two. Also, you are the one to start the game. You hold the lowest four, so you dump it together as a flush. The game continues and Jongdae and Minseok seemed to get rid of five cards as well, only Jongin passed.

I have two cards left, a King and a 10. Not bad but considering all of them are throwing doubles, I can’t continue. Jongdae throws a smug look and I can see why. Two aces.. I wish I had mine left, I could have overthrown him. Jongin chuckles but I wonder why. He has 7 cards left, Minseok has 3 like Jongdae. Jongin places two two’s down and everyone gasps. Bold move. Quite risky.

However, he had it all planned out because no one can overthrow him and all of a sudden he pulls a flush out that he didn’t take out the first round.

He won.

“Shit. Jongdae, did you just lose all your money?” I ask him and he looks up from his lap, guilt displays in his eyes.

He seems hesitant. “I-I’m sorry but I.. I..”

“What?” I ask in confusion.

“Oh no. Jongdae, what the hell did you do?” Minseok asks him, trying hard not to get violent - knowing his friend messed up.

“I didn’t bet with money.”

Minseok looks at me and I look him back at him in the eye. We turn to Jongdae at the same time, searching for answers when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I turn around and its that Jongin guy.

“Are you ready?” He asks me.

And suddenly it all clicks together. He sold me. Kim Jongdae used me.

I can’t even kill Jongdae as I get pulled away. Two large men are close behind me as I follow Jongin to another room upstairs. He must be staying at the hotel above.

A nervous chill shoots through my body. I don’t want this. Don’t I get a say in this? What is going to happen to me?

A large door opens and my eyes almost fall out of my casket. Never have I ever seen a suite so beautiful, it looks as if royalty lives here. I make a turn to take everything in and the door shuts with a loud bang.

I feel hands on my shoulders and I know it is Jongin as he whispers into my ear. “I know you are nervous and worried but I will have you for tonight only.”

I turn around and he smiles in a gentle manner, nothing like the man back down at the casino. This man is.. different. Not out for money… but for something else.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” He assures me, but the way he talks and looks at me makes me melt right into his arms.

His voice is alluring yet sweet. “I..” With a slick touch, he moves my hair from my face.

“You are so beautiful.” He says and I snort. He looks at me like I did something weird and starts laughing too. “What’s so funny?”

He really doesn’t know? He had beautiful women surrounding him just a couple of minutes ago. Women with makeup, high heels and designer dresses.

Yet he chose the worst dressed person to spend his time with. And he thinks you’re beautiful like this?

“Have you seen me?” I ask him and though I am laughing he doesn’t laugh along.

“I am, right now.” He replies.

“I look hideous like this, yet you want me?” I pull the ugly fabric I am wearing and look up at him. I probably have a pimple above my eyebrow, I look like a hobo and my friend was rude to him. What in the world would make him want me? “You should have picked one of those models.”

He shakes his head. “What I see is beyond superficialness. I like you for what is under your clothes and foundation.”

“What is it exactly that you like?” I ask him.

“Your body. You.” He then leans in and I am overwhelmed by such a passionate and breathtaking kiss. His lips and soft and fine against mine. My body feels like it’s under heath when he touches me more and more.

I don’t even notice he has been leading me to the bed until my legs hit the bed.

“Can I?” He asks between the kissed while tugging my shirt. I nod too eagerly and he chuckles.

My clothing is long gone and so is his shirt. I am only in lingerie and he steps back to look me up and down. “Fuck.” He curses.

The undressing slash make-out session continues when I am pulled onto the bed. His fingers dance up my thigh as I feel his bulge press into my other leg.

My breath hitches as his fingers slip into my folds and spread the wetness for better access. He slips in a finger slowly while his thumb is softly flickering my clit. I break the kiss and close my eyes to preserve the moment. This feels incredible.

He moves away from me and sits up straight, then undoes his belt and with one hard pull he removes his belt. Then he does something I did not expect. I was too focused on his caramel muscles flexing that I didn’t notice him strapping my wrists. A 500 dollar Valetino belt.. just like that.

Then he moves into his pocket. I expected him to pull out a condom of some sort but instead its a wad of money. “Open your mouth.” He commands, and I comply. The wad of money is being pressed right between my teeth and I look at him. “Holy shit. What a sight.”

He quickly removes his pants and moves back up on me. His lips trace the lines of my body and his lips slowly and dangerously near my private area. He bites my hip one time before digging into my most desperate body part. The lewd sounds turn me on when he sucks slowly and licks gently. I can’t keep my eyes open to see his mop of hair between my lips, giving me joyful pleasure.

My entire body feels paralyzed by the blissful feeling. My shaking thighs, loud screams and arching back tell him I am drawing close.

So he stops.

Leaving me unsatisfied.

He flips me over and puts his hands on my hips, lifting my ass up in the air. “Ready?” He bends over me and asks me in my ear. I nod and he smiles. “Oh. So bad.”

His hands are on my hips again and he aligns himself. His boxer is long gone and I feel him slip inside of me very very slowly. It’s almost painful how bad he is trying to tease me.

With every thrust, he cranks up the speed until he has me screaming from how erratic he is going. If he keeps his up I’m going to pass out. “Fuck, yes.” He curses. “How can you be so fucking wet?!”

He gives one very deep thrust and I gasp. He notices how much I like it and does it again.

“You like that?” He smiles.

I nod shamelessly. And he does it again. My heart is going erratic from this.

“Close?” He asks and I nod. My legs are going to give any moment. “Me too, sexy.”

A few moments later he comes in spurs and pulls out of me slowly. My vagina is leaking his and mine combined liquid and I can feel it between my thighs as we both lie down after that intense session. He removes the belt and the money he throws it out, sending it flying over the room. Then kisses me again.

“Goodnight.” And you fall asleep.

The next day, he was gone.

And so was the room you were in.

A/N: Haven’t updated in forever so I decided to finish this old thing I had in my drafts!