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in your orbit ꔛ armin arlert x reader

a/n: made the banner in 2 seconds on picsart myb 🫡👍 i usually dont fw the modern/college au for aot but nerdmin has so much potential :3 read part two here !!

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cw: nerd!armin, college au, she/her pronouns and fem anatomy for reader, somewhat inexperienced armin #idk, armin is actually a nice person in this au, frat boy eren makes an appearance (obvi), armin gets drunk, reader gets drunk, SMUT!!, so drunk sex, mutual attraction, blowjobs, p in v sex, doggystyle, dirty talk, he whines and whimpers 😦‼️, MDNI !!

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The rec center was lively, as it usually was this time of day. You checked your phone to look at the time—3:56 P.M. Would it be weird to go in 4 minutes early? You wondered to yourself, anxiety getting the best of you. Especially when you couldn't hear even the smallest sound come from the small study room, though you told yourself maybe it was a soundproof design.

Armin Arlert, one of your classmates and now a member of the group project you had been assigned, was the one to set this meeting up. The group project from your astronomy class was a semester-long task, given to you during syllabus week and not to be turned in until finals. Half of the semester had passed and you hadn't even really met the rest of your group members—aside from Armin.

The two of you hadn't really talked, though. You followed each other on Instagram now and you sat at the same table as him in class (along with a few other people you didn't really know). Aside from that, the guy was practically a stranger to you. But you couldn't deny how you admired him. He always raised his hand in class, never sounding too full of himself or annoying like other people typically sounded to you in lecture. He was also helpful if you ever had a question, especially because you hated going to office hours with professors you hardly knew.

Armin had texted the group chat he made with all the group members a week ago asking if everyone had availability that Friday. A couple people said yes while others just put a thumbs up emoji to react to his message. He didn't mind if they didn't show to the first meeting, really. It was individually graded and if they didn't have availability to meet Friday they could have said so.

You took a deep breath, trying your best to compose yourself before you knocked once and then entered the tiny study room. It contained one table with 6 chairs around it, a TV you could connect your laptop to, and a trash can off in the corner.

And it also contained only one person—Armin.

"Hey," you greeted with a smile, shutting the door behind you and seating yourself down in a chair across from him.

"Hi, you made it," Armin smiled, looking up from his laptop as you entered. "I was just setting things up so we all have access to the slides, just in case anyone wants to make changes."

You nodded, putting your bag on the chair next to you and taking out your notebook and your own laptop. Armin turned his screen slightly so you could see the Google Slides presentation he'd already started.

“So,” he began, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “the project is basically split into three parts. We each pick a topic from the syllabus—we're focusing on one planetary system or celestial phenomenon—and then tie it back to a central question or theme. I thought we could go with, like… how different environments in space might support life? It leaves a lot of room for interpretation.”

“That actually sounds really cool,” you said, surprised by how easily the conversation was flowing. Armin was easy to talk to—calm, thoughtful, never pushing too hard. “I was kind of thinking about Europa. Like, that moon of Jupiter? There’s been speculation that it could have an ocean under the ice.”

Armin’s eyes lit up. “That would be perfect for your section. I was thinking of doing something about Titan, Saturn’s moon. We could compare how the chemical compositions of each moon might influence the potential for life—or even just how scientists are studying them.”

The hour passed quicker than you expected. Armin’s presence, though quiet, was reassuring. The two of you bounced ideas back and forth, shared articles, and even got a little distracted googling strange facts about different moons. At one point, Armin laughed quietly at a meme someone had edited into one of Titan's photos, and you felt your shoulders finally relax.

“No one else showing up kinda worked out,” you said as you started packing up your things.

“Yeah,” Armin replied, unplugging his laptop from the monitor. “Honestly, I don’t mind. We got a lot done. I’ll just post our outline in the chat and if they don’t contribute by the next meeting, I’ll talk to the professor. He said we could document that stuff.”

You both walked out into the early evening sunlight, your backpacks slung over your shoulders as the automatic doors of the rec center whooshed open.

As you and Armin stepped outside, the soft warmth of the sun casting long shadows on the pavement, he glanced over at you with a relaxed expression.

“Got any plans this weekend?” he asked, shifting his backpack on his shoulder.

You sighed, a little amused. “My friend’s been begging me to go to this frat party Saturday night. I haven't been to one since my first week of freshman year."

Armin raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at his lips. “At Delta Sig?”

You blinked in surprise. “Yeah. Are you in that frat?”

He laughed—soft, a little disbelieving. “God, no. Not even close. But my friend Eren is. Our friend Mikasa and I usually end up at those parties to keep him from doing something insane.”

You tilted your head curiously. “So… you do go sometimes?”

“Sometimes,” Armin admitted, his tone casual. “Delta Sig almost got shut down, actually. They had, like, a ton of hazing violations documented over the past decade. I tried convincing Eren not to rush, but he did anyway. Even after I showed him an article about it online.”

You laughed. “Wow. That makes me feel so great about possibly going.”

He smiled, nudging your arm lightly with his elbow. “If you do end up there, try to find me, alright?”

“Yeah?” you asked, a little surprised by the offer.

“I’m not a big drinker or anything,” Armin said with a small shrug, “but I’ll probably be hanging around Eren and Mikasa, keeping them out of trouble. If you go, say hi.”

You nodded, a little smile growing on your face and a flutter in your heart at the idea. “Okay. I will.”

ꔛ

"I look like an idiot," you whined, eyeing yourself in the mirror as you looked over your outfit. As a freshman, you might've worn something like this to these types of parties, but now you weren't sure anyone should wear this kind of outfit. The top was so low cut and the jeans were just simply not it, you weren't sure if you were going for slutty or casual.

"Come on, you look great," your friend, Hitch, said. Her dirty blonde hair was neatly styled and she wore an outfit combination similar to yours—tiny top with jeans.

"We look like we're matching," you replied, but with no malice. That could be cute, you thought.

"Ugh, you're right. Be right back."

You glared at the back of her head as she turned to presumably go get changed. Your hair looked nice, and so did your makeup. The outfit felt dumb but it wasn't terrible. So why did you feel like throwing up?

"Armin really said to come find you?" Hitch asked when she returned with a grin and different outfit, bringing up the conversation you had in her car when she picked you up. Hitch seemed to be a frequent partygoer to this specific frat, and had met Armin a few times at these functions. When you brought it up in the car, she confirmed that Armin hardly ever drank and mostly stayed near Eren and Mikasa.

"Yeah. He's really sweet, so I didn't expect him to even go to these," you replied honestly, applying more lip gloss. "It wasn't a surprise when he said he doesn't drink, though."

"I'm sure you guys will really hit it off then. You even turned down my 'getting ready shots'."

You rolled your eyes, and soon you were on your way, taking the short walk towards Greek row where the party was presumably already in full swing—Hitch insisting on being late so you two didn't look lame waiting for people to show up.

ꔛ

Armin was a mess.

He didn't know why, or how, but in the hours leading up to the party he convinced himself he was awkward and weird for telling you to come see him. He even went to Jean and Eren and begged for advice.

He had so much trouble reading you, but he knew you were kind. And pretty. What he didn't really know was—well, everything else. Did you drink? What kind of clothes would you wear? Would you care that he didn't like dancing?

None of the questions made sense, but neithed did anything in his mind. Why was he this stressed over a party? He was practically the babysitter when attending, and it's not like he personally invited you. He just said you should come see him. God, was that even more weird?

Somehow, some way, Jean and Eren convinced Armin to take some shots. Three shots, actually. To "ease his mind" and to "calm his nerves" apparently.

Now, there Armin was in the back of Eren's car, finding the way the streetlights passed the window and the bass of the music electrifying. Everything was warm and fuzzy, and he felt his head spin the entire drive.

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The music hit you before anything else—thick, throbbing bass that vibrated through the concrete steps leading up to the frat house. Red cups were already scattered across the yard, and the dim porch light revealed clusters of people smoking and laughing.

"This is going to be fun," Hitch said, linking her arm through yours. "Come on, let's find your astronomy boy."

You felt heat rise to your face at the nickname. "He's not my—"

"Yeah, yeah," Hitch interrupted with a knowing smile.

As you squeezed your way through the packed living room, the scent of cheap beer and cologne made your nose scrunch. Bodies were pressed together everywhere, dancing and swaying to music that was way too loud for any actual conversation. You were starting to regret coming when Hitch suddenly squealed and pointed toward the kitchen.

"There he is! Armin's over there with Eren and Jean."

You followed her gaze, and sure enough, there was Armin—but not the Armin you expected. His normally neat blond hair was slightly mussed, cheeks flushed pink, and he was... laughing? Not the reserved, thoughtful chuckle you'd heard in the study room, but a full, uninhibited laugh that made his whole face light up.

"Is he..." you trailed off, not quite believing what you were seeing.

Hitch's eyes widened with delight. "Oh my god, I think he's drunk! This is amazing. I've literally never seen Armin anything but sober."

You made your way over to the kitchen, Hitch practically dragging you. Armin was leaning against the counter, talking animatedly with two guys you assumed were Eren and Jean. He was gesturing with his hands, something about... constellations? It was hard to hear over the music.

When he spotted you, his eyes widened almost comically.

"You came!" Armin said with such genuine excitement that it made your heart do a strange flip. He pushed himself off the counter—a bit unsteadily—and made his way over. "I wasn't sure if you would. But you did!"

"I said I would," you replied with a smile, surprised by how endearing his enthusiasm was.

"Hey, Armin," Hitch said, giving him a little wave. "Looking good tonight! Where's Marlowe at?"

"Marlowe? Oh! He's out back, I think. By the beer pong tables." Armin seemed to remember his friends then, turning back to the two guys watching with amused expressions. "Oh! This is (Y/N)," he said your name with such care it made your cheeks warm again. "She's in my astronomy group. We're doing Europa and Titan and life possibilities and it's really cool. And she's friends with Hitch."

The shorter of the two guys—brown hair, intense eyes—reached out a hand. "I'm Eren. This is Jean." He nodded toward a guy with an undercut and a smirk.

"Nice to meet you," you said, shaking hands with both of them.

"You're in Armin's class? Good luck with that. He's been talking about space for the past hour," Jean said, but there was affection in his voice.

Hitch was already scanning the room. "I'm going to find Marlowe. You good here?" she asked you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured her, secretly relieved to have an out from being around her boyfriend. Marlowe was nice enough, but he was so serious it made conversations feel like job interviews.

"Don't wait up," she winked, then disappeared into the crowd.

Armin was staring at you with an expression of pure fascination. "Your hair looks really nice," he said, the filter between his thoughts and words clearly compromised. "Like—like starlight. Did you know some stars have different colors? Red giants, blue dwarfs—"

"You're such a nerd," Eren cut him off, but ruffled Armin's hair affectionately. "Even drunk you're giving astronomy lectures."

"How much did you drink?" you asked Armin, unable to keep the amusement from your voice.

"Three shots!" Armin held up only two fingers, then frowned and corrected himself. "Only three. They said it would help with nerves. I don't usually drink." He leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice but still speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. "I feel weird. Like my brain is swimming."

Jean snorted. "Lightweight."

Eren reached into a nearby cooler and pulled out a beer, offering it to you. "Want one? Fair warning, I think we've corrupted your study buddy."

You hesitated. You weren't planning on drinking much tonight, but Armin was looking at you with such hopeful eyes.

"Please?" Armin said, swaying slightly. "I feel like an alien right now. Everyone's having fun and I'm just... vibrating on a different frequency."

The way he said it made you laugh. "Okay, fine. One beer. Maybe three, eventually."

Armin's face lit up again as you accepted the beer from Eren. You popped the tab and took a small sip, grimacing at the taste. Cheap beer was still cheap beer.

"Well, now that Armin's in good hands," Eren said with an exaggerated stretch, "Jean and I are gonna go find Mikasa. She texted that she just got here."

"Wait, you're leaving?" Armin asked, a flash of panic crossing his face.

"Relax, we'll be back," Jean said, already backing away. "Besides, you've got your project partner now."

Before Armin could protest further, they disappeared into the crowd, leaving you alone with a slightly swaying Armin Arlert.

"They always do that," Armin said, leaning back against the counter for stability. "Leave me places."

"Looks like I'm on babysitting duty," you teased, taking another small sip of your beer.

"No, no," Armin protested, reaching out and nearly missing as he tried to touch your arm. "You should have fun too. Not just—just watch me being weird."

"Who says watching you being weird isn't fun?" you replied, finding yourself genuinely enjoying this uninhibited version of him.

Armin stared at you for a moment, then broke into a wide smile. "You're really nice, you know that? And smart. Your Europa idea was so good. I went home and read, like, three papers about it."

"After our meeting? I thought you said you were going to meet Eren and Mikasa."

"I did! But after. I couldn't stop thinking about the project. And..." he trailed off, that flush on his cheeks deepening.

"And what?" you prompted, suddenly curious.

Armin took a sip from his cup—soda, you noticed—and looked around at the party as if gathering courage. "And I was kind of hoping you'd come tonight. I don't know why. I just... wanted to see you outside of class."

Your heart did that strange flip again. "Well, here I am," you said softly, not sure what else to say.

"Here you are," Armin echoed, his eyes meeting yours with surprising clarity despite his intoxication. "Want to go somewhere quieter? I can't hear myself think in here, and I have so many thoughts right now."

You laughed, finding his honesty refreshing. "Lead the way."

Armin grinned and pushed himself off the counter, taking your hand with a boldness you suspected was alcohol-induced, pulling you through the crowded living room toward the staircase.

As you followed him, fingers intertwined with his, you found yourself thinking that this was definitely not how you expected your Friday night to go—but somehow, it was exactly what you needed.

Armin led you up the stairs, his hand still holding yours as you weaved through small clusters of people gathered on the steps. You were glad for his guidance—the house was a maze of narrow hallways, dimly lit and pulsing with the bass from downstairs. Finally, he stopped in front of a door and turned the handle, peeking in before ushering you inside.

"Jean's room," he explained, closing the door behind you both. The music instantly became muffled, a distant thumping rather than the overwhelming roar from downstairs.

The room was surprisingly clean for a frat house bedroom—minimal clutter, a neatly made bed, and even a small bookshelf in the corner. You glanced around, suddenly feeling like you were intruding.

"Should we be in here? I feel bad taking his room," you said, hovering awkwardly near the door.

Armin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "He won't even need it until like 4 AM. Trust me. He's either going to be downstairs until everyone leaves or..." He trailed off, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Got it," you laughed, understanding the implication. You took another sip of your beer, feeling the pleasant warmth spreading through your limbs as you made your way to sit on the edge of the bed.

Armin joined you, leaving a respectful few inches between you. "Better, right? I can actually hear you now."

"Much better," you agreed, finding it easier to relax now that you weren't surrounded by sweaty strangers. "So... you really went home and read scientific papers after our meeting?"

His face lit up immediately. "Yeah! There was this one about the chemical composition of Europa's ocean and how it might compare to Earth's deep-sea hydrothermal vents. Did you know there are organisms on Earth that don't need sunlight at all? They just use chemical energy from the vents."

You watched him as he spoke, his hands gesturing enthusiastically, eyes bright with genuine passion. The alcohol had lowered his usual reserve, but it was still Armin—brilliant, thoughtful Armin—just with his thoughts flowing more freely. You found yourself drawn to this version of him, the slight flush on his cheeks and the way his hair fell across his forehead when he leaned forward.

"That's actually fascinating," you said, taking another long sip of your beer. You were starting to feel it now, that pleasant buzz that made everything seem warmer, more immediate. "So you think there could be something like that on Europa?"

"It's possible! That's what makes it so exciting," he said, shifting to face you more directly. "We're just beginning to understand how diverse life can be. The universe is so much stranger than we imagine."

You nodded, feeling a pleasant heaviness in your limbs as you leaned back on your elbows. "I need to catch up to your level of intoxication if we're going to have deep space conversations all night."

Armin laughed, the sound soft and genuine. "Trust me, you don't. I feel like my brain is both racing and moving through molasses at the same time."

"That actually sounds kind of nice right now," you admitted, finishing the last of your beer. The room had taken on a gentle, swaying quality, and you found yourself increasingly aware of how close Armin was sitting.

"Here," he said, reaching over to take your empty can and placing it on Jean's desk. As he moved, his shoulder brushed against yours, and you felt a small jolt at the contact.

When he settled back beside you, he seemed to hesitate for a moment before lying back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You joined him, both of you lying side by side, shoulders almost touching.

"There are glow-in-the-dark stars up there," Armin pointed out quietly. Sure enough, faint green stars were stuck to the ceiling in no particular pattern. "Jean would die if he knew I told anyone. He says they were there when he moved in."

You laughed softly, still tipsy but feeling more sober now.

The dim glow from the ceiling stars cast a soft, ethereal light over Armin’s face as you lay beside him. The alcohol had settled warmly in your veins, making every sensation just a little more intense—the softness of the bed beneath you, the muffled bass of the music downstairs, the way Armin’s breathing had slowed into something deep and steady beside you.

You turned your head slightly to look at him, studying the delicate slope of his button nose, the way his eyelashes fluttered when he blinked behind his glasses. His cheeks were still flushed pink from the drinks, and his lips—soft, slightly parted—were just inches from yours. His hair, usually so neat, was tousled from the night’s chaos, falling in golden strands across his forehead. You had the sudden, overwhelming urge to run your fingers through it, to see if it was as silky as it looked.

Armin must have noticed you staring, because his eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, the air between you stilled. His gaze was warm, hazy with alcohol but still so Armin, so full of quiet intensity.

Then, without a word, he shifted onto his elbow, leaning over you. His free hand came up, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a tenderness that made your pulse jump.

You barely had time to process it before he was kissing you.

His lips were warm, slightly chapped, and tasted faintly of cheap beer and something sweet—maybe the soda he’d been drinking earlier. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if he was still unsure if this was okay. But when you sighed against his mouth, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer, he deepened it with a quiet urgency that sent heat spiraling through your stomach.

His hand slid from your hair to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate. You could feel the warmth of his body pressing into yours, the way his breath hitched when you nipped lightly at his lower lip.

“Is this okay?” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough.

You answered by tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him back down to you. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your lips, and suddenly his weight was pressing you into the mattress, his hips slotting between your thighs in a way that made your breath catch.

The kiss turned hotter, messier—his tongue sliding against yours, his hands roaming your sides, tracing the curve of your waist before settling on your hips. You could feel the heat of his skin through your clothes, the way his fingers flexed against you like he was holding back from touching you everywhere.

Armin’s breath was hot against your lips as he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, filthy drag that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands were everywhere—tangling in your hair, skimming down your sides, gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. You could feel the heat of him pressed against you, the way his body trembled slightly with restraint, like he was holding himself back from just taking what he wanted.

You arched up into him, grinding your hips against his, and he let out a broken groan against your mouth.

“Fuck,” he panted, pulling back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide with want. His lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his voice was rough when he spoke again. “I—I wanna fuck you. So bad.”

The words sent a jolt of heat straight between your legs. You could feel how hard he was already, the thick line of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh through his jeans.

“Yeah?” you breathed, your own voice shaky.

Armin nodded, biting his lower lip as his hands slid under the hem of your top, fingers brushing against the bare skin of your stomach. “Yeah. God, you feel—you feel so good. Can I—?”

You didn’t let him finish. Instead, you unzipped your jeans and grabbed his wrist to guide his hand lower, past the waistband of your jeans, letting him feel the damp heat of your panties. His breath hitched, fingers twitching against you.

“Fuck,” he whispered again, voice wrecked. “You’re—you’re already—”

You cut him off with another kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth as your own hands wandered lower, palming the hard bulge in his jeans. He jerked against your touch, hips bucking forward with a desperate little noise.

“You too,” you murmured against his lips, squeezing him through the fabric.

Armin shuddered, his forehead dropping against yours as he let out a shaky exhale. “Shit—shit—keep doing that—”

You did, rubbing him slowly, feeling him throb under your fingers. His breath came in ragged gasps, his hips rocking into your hand, chasing the friction.

“You’re so hard,” you whispered, biting at his jaw.

Armin whined, his fingers digging into your hips. “Because of you—fuck, I—I wanna fuck you—”

His hand slid back down, slipping beneath your panties this time, fingers brushing through your slick folds. You gasped, arching into his touch, and he groaned against your neck.

Armin’s breath hitched when you suddenly switched positions and pushed him back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you straddled his thighs. His cock strained against his jeans, the fabric damp with pre-cum, and his fingers twitched at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should touch you or not.

“You—you don’t have to—” he started, voice already wrecked.

You silenced him with a smirk, taking his glasses off which were slightly fogged up and folding them to put on the nearby nightstand, then popping the button of his jeans and dragging the zipper down agonizingly slow. His hips jerked up, chasing your touch, and you could see the way his cock twitched under his boxers, desperate for relief.

“I want to,” you murmured, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down just enough to free him.

Armin gasped as the cool air hit his flushed skin, his cock springing free—hard, leaking, and so fucking pretty. You licked your lips, watching the way his stomach clenched as you wrapped your fingers around him, giving him a slow stroke.

“Fuck,” he whined, his head falling back against the pillow.

You didn’t tease him any longer. Leaning down, you dragged your tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum beading at the tip. Armin’s hips jerked, a broken noise tearing from his throat as you took him into your mouth.

It was messy—you were both still a little drunk, your movements sloppy and uncoordinated—but that just made it hotter. You sucked him deep, your tongue swirling around his shaft as you bobbed your head, spit dripping down your chin.

Armin was losing it. His fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding on for dear life as he whimpered above you. “Oh—oh God—your mouth—fuck—”

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, and his thighs trembled under you. His cock pulsed against your tongue, and you could tell he was already close—his breath was coming in ragged gasps, his hips twitching like he was trying not to thrust up into your throat.

“I—I’m gonna—” he choked out, his voice high and desperate.

You didn’t let up. Instead, you took him deeper, your nose brushing the coarse blond curls at the base of his cock, and that was all it took.

Armin came with a broken cry, his back arching off the bed as he spilled hot and thick down your throat. You swallowed around him, milking him through it until he was squirming from oversensitivity, his hands weakly tugging at your hair.

“Too much—too much—” he whined, his whole body trembling.

You pulled off with a wet pop, licking your lips as you looked up at him. His face was flushed, his lips parted as he panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Armin’s chest heaved as he blinked up at you, dazed and wrecked, his cock still twitching against his stomach. His cheeks burned even redder as he stammered,

“S-Sorry—I didn’t mean to—fuck, I just—”

You cut him off with a kiss, licking into his mouth so he could taste himself on your tongue. He moaned, his hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d pull away.

“Don’t apologize,” you murmured against his lips, grinding down against his thigh, letting him feel how soaked you still were. “Just fuck me.”

Armin’s breath hitched, his cock already stiffening again at the words. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing greedily as he nodded, his voice rough.

“Yeah—yeah, okay—turn around—”

Armin's hands trembled as he helped you turn around, his breath coming in ragged gasps against the back of your neck. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he knelt behind you, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans.

"Fuck," he groaned, dragging the denim down your thighs inch by inch, his voice thick with want. "Look at you—fuck—your ass is so perfect—"

The cool air hit your bare skin as he peeled your jeans off completely, leaving you in just your soaked panties. His fingers traced the curve of your ass, squeezing lightly before sliding between your thighs, rubbing over the damp fabric.

"So wet," he murmured, his voice wrecked. He hooked his fingers into your panties next, pulling them down slowly, his breath hitching as your pussy was finally exposed to him. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."

His thumbs spread you open, and you could feel his hot gaze raking over every inch of you—your swollen lips, the way you dripped for him, the way your ass arched back, begging for him.

"Hang on, okay?" He said quietly, and you felt the bed shift with his weight. Then you heard the unmistakeable sound of a wrapper being opened. "Don't ask why I know where Jean keeps his condoms. He... likes to brag," Armin said sheepishly, making you giggle as you heard him whimper slightly as he presumably rolled the condom on.

Armin’s fingers dug into your hips as he lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance. He hesitated just for a second, his voice shaky with drunken lust and nerves.

“Fuck—I—I might not last, I’m sorry—”

But you barely heard him, because then he was pushing in, slow, that perfect curve of his cock hitting every sweet spot on the way. Your breath stuttered as he filled you, thick and throbbing, and a greedy moan tore from your throat before you could stop it.

“Oh fuck—” Your hands fisted the sheets, your back arching deeper, chest pressing into the mattress. “Yes—just like that, Armin.”

Armin groaned behind you, his hips stuttering as he bottomed out, his grip on you tightening like he was afraid you’d disappear. “You feel—fuck—you feel so good."

You clenched around him, and he whimpered, his cock twitching inside you like he was already fighting not to spill. But you didn’t care—not when he fit this perfectly, not when every ragged breath he took sent sparks through your veins.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white, as you rolled your hips back to meet his shallow thrusts. The new angle let you feel him even deeper, and you gasped, your back bowing as a shiver ran down your spine.

Armin choked out a whimper, his hands scrambling for purchase on your hips as he bottomed out, his thighs trembling against yours. “Y-You feel—fuck—so tight—”

You grinned into the mattress, rolling your hips to take him deeper, and he let out a broken noise, his nails biting into your skin. He was already unraveling, his cock pulsing inside you, and you loved it—the way he couldn’t hold back, the way he was falling apart just for you.

Armin’s hips snapped forward with a desperate, sloppy thrust, his cock sinking deep into your dripping cunt as a broken moan tore from his throat. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you wider as he watched, his dick glistening with your slick as it disappeared inside you again and again.

“Fuck—look at you—” he panted, his voice wrecked, pupils blown black with lust. “Taking me so good—your pussy’s sucking me in.”

You whimpered, your fingers clawing at the sheets as his cock dragged against your walls, the curve of him hitting that sweet spot with every rough snap of his hips. Your vision blurred, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach as he fucked into you with unsteady, frantic strokes—like he was already on the edge, but needed to make you feel it too.

“You’re—ngh—you’re so tight—” Armin groaned, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold back. His cock twitched inside you, swollen and throbbing, his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna—gonna cum—shit—but I wanna make you feel it first—”

His hand slid around your hip, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing rough, frantic circles as he fucked you harder. You gasped, your back arching, your cunt clenching around him as pleasure sparked white-hot under your skin.

“There—right there—” you babbled, your voice shaking. “Armin—fuck—don’t stop—”

He whined, his thrusts turning erratic, his cock pulsing inside you as he teetered on the edge. “You—you like that? Like how I fuck you?” he slurred, his words dripping with filthy praise. “God, your pussy’s gripping me—squeezing my cock—fuck, I can’t—can’t—”

His hips jerked, his rhythm faltering as his orgasm ripped through him. He buried himself to the hilt with a choked-off moan, his cum flooding the inside of the condom.

You felt it—every twitch, every throb of his cock as he emptied himself inside you, his fingers still working your clit desperately, like he couldn’t stop even as he came.

“Fuck—fuck—” he gasped, his voice wrecked, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

You weren’t far behind. The filthy sound of him filling you, the way his cock kept twitching inside you as he panted against your back—it pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt clenching around him as you cried out, your thighs shaking, your nails digging into the mattress.

Armin groaned, his hips grinding weakly against your ass as he milked his own pleasure.

“Shit—” he mumbled, dazed, his voice slurred with booze and bliss. “You—you just came on my dick..." He pulled out, discarding the condom into a nearby trashcan.

You laughed breathlessly, your body still thrumming with pleasure as you collapsed onto the mattress beneath you. Armin followed, his chest pressing against your back as he nuzzled into your neck.

“You’re… really good at that,” you murmured, your voice hazy.

Armin huffed a drunken laugh against your skin, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah," you sighed, grinning as you felt his dick twitch against the skin of your ass.

He kissed your shoulder, his lips soft and sweet despite the filth that had just spilled from them. “...Wanna go again?”

You turned your head just enough to catch his gaze—his flushed cheeks, his messy hair, his stupidly pretty eyes—and grinned.

“Obviously.”

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inthelittlewood · 3 months ago

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Questions about Eyes And Ears AU

I had somebody ask for a brief interview regarding my storytelling for their university project and thought I'd lend a hand.

I thought those of you that follow the story might like the insight too, so here ya go:

When you first introduced the Listeners in Evo SMP, did you have a broader narrative or concept in mind, or were they more of an atmospheric element at that point?

The honest answer is that I didn't want to write too much about somebody else's character(s), that being Grian's Watchers. If I could write the conflict from the side of the Listeners then we could continue the narrative with a pre-designed opposing force but have them be relatively mute for the most part. Partly to build anticipation of when they might act or retaliate but it also worked for behind the scenes purposes too. If the series hadn't slowed/stopped as suddenly as it did, I definitely would have poked Grian to pick his brain about what story elements fit his original imagining of the Watchers. So it was mostly narrative reasoning but they also served a mechanical behind the scenes purpose of transporting us to a new area which was necessary due to bugs we'd encountered with world gen etc.

What inspired you to flesh out the Eyes and Ears AU more in recent years? Was that mostly a personal creative decision, or was it influenced by fan interest?

Honestly I hadn't premeditated too much their reintroduction into anything that I was working on. Sure I'd seen a little chattering here and there about the Watchers but I honestly just wanted to write an individual story beat (albeit a tropey one) of c!Martyn snapping and turning on Ren but that never came to fruition due to Scar taking us out. The plan was always to backstab Ren then say a cool line like "Red Winter is over, Red Spring has begun" or something else punny. Seeing the fevered reaction of the audience though gave me some confidence that I could try my hand at some layered or entirely post-production storytelling, so heading into Last Life I was all guns blazing.

The Eyes and Ears AU is quite open-ended — do you intentionally approach it with the idea of leaving narrative space for fan interpretation?

It really is right? Yes, it's a very mindful decision to leave it open-ended but not so much for the audience's benefit or interpretations, but to give myself creative freedom to take the story wherever I'd like to. Committing to too many power scale, multiverse or narrative shackles early can really strangle stories I've noticed (from reading comics and manga) meaning back pedalling or aggressive retcons are required to explore certain paths, which is rarely a good experience for the reader. I do enjoy their versatility and capability to be applied to any Minecraft or adjacent story too. Some might call it too broad, I call it malleable.

How do you feel about fans expanding the lore through headcanons and theories? Have any fan interpretations stood out or surprised you?

I think it's brilliant! People inundate my inbox on Tumblr seeking permission to write stories or create characters / AUs but I've literally no authority on that. I suppose it might be a different conversation if they were profiting off of those works, but 99% of people simply want to write for fun which I highly encourage!! I'll be honest that I haven't read a great deal of AUs or headcanons, my exposure to them is mostly via chat messages during lore talk streams or questions that come through regarding the Eyes And Ears AU. As a general rule I try to avoid reading too much of other people's works on the topic because I worry I'll accidentally regurgitate it in some way then stumble into plagiarism, you know? It's why I focus more on digesting stories outside the fandom whether it's manga, Sanderson books, reading old Japanese folk tales and the like. I can source inspiration from those on how to weave narrative and execute plot twists without having to glance in my front yard.

Has fan content (art, theories, animatics, etc.) ever influenced how you think about or approach the AU?

Oh for sure they have. It's literally why after every season we'll do a sit down stream and talk about the lore in detail. Figure out the puzzle and potential trip wires of plot points from the episodes and how we can neatly pack them into the pre-existing story. A lot of people wouldn't do that as they'd be precious about their work and believe their opinion is th only correct one, but I looooove soundboarding with the audience on it. I also take that mindset in game and sometimes think about the scenery of an impactful moment whenever I'm able to control / design it. I'll have little quips or quotes cooked in my mind for how I'd ideally deliver a blow or plot twist, buuuuut given the nature of the Life series you very rarely get to execute things how you'd like haha! I definitely wouldn't have done as many of the poems had their not been such a positive reaction to those. I often see individual lines or entire passages make their way into art pieces as typography or highlighted in animatics which is really gratifying. It's why I also put such an emphasis and priority on audio production in my editing. If I can craft something that feels atmospheric, driving and punctuating with music, staggering vocals or sound effects then the auditory portion is already done, they can focus solely on the visual aspect of things. I try and be as cinematic / TV like as my skillset allows for that reason.

You’ve mentioned trying not to fully canonise the AU, but still referencing it consistently — how do you balance telling your own story effectively, while trying not to involve other creators, particularly on the Life Series, when a lot of your time is spent in a group?

The easiest way to do this, is to not do it. For the most part the only storytelling done with the AU is done in post-production. I never name drop the Watchers or Listeners in world (believe me, I was as surprised as all of you when I saw that Secret Keeper statue in Secret Life!!) and in recent seasons they haven't even reared their head as an influence whatsoever. They're on holiday, they deserve it. But when they do whisper in my ear, they're motivated decisions that I would likely make as a player/character anyway because the win objective is always the thing I'm striving towards. I can just pepper angst around it to make things seem more manipulated rather than selfish ha. I think that's why the open ended nature of the Watchers has served me well because as much as they have a singular motive which is to feed on negative emotions, that can be achieved in so many ways ranging from bloodlust to deception, heartbreak to panic. It's versatile for storytelling. It can be in your face, or a slow burn.

What do the Watchers and Listeners represent to you, symbolically or narratively? Do they serve a specific function in the stories you tell?

The Watchers used to represent the audience when Grian first introduced them, but after departing EVO I've definitely breathed more of an egotistical and sinister air into them. They're very much a unique entity / faction now, they in some ways represent gluttony, selfishness and neglect in achieving their goals. The Listeners on the other hand, are a lot of the opposite traits, but I'm still wanting to explore how being the hard end of most conflicts can be dangerous. I want to explore that at some point, whether it be with infighting or failures. They shouldn't be seen as simply bad/good, they're just, different. It shouldn't be too hard navigating that nuance but I want it to reflect elements and motives that we find in our own lives.

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mrsjjongstby · 2 months ago

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To be yours, by force - Y.JW

Pairings: Yandere!CEO!husband!Jungwon x Secretery!wife!reader Synopsis: Jungwon was the perfect boss, never raised voice at you and never pressured you. He was everything any girl would ever want, but after the vows, you find something you were never meant to see. And you doubt if all the people you are close to go out of touch for a reason. Warnings: Yandere, obsessive behaviour, stalking, mentions of killing, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, skinship, etc. WordCount: 1,792

When you first joined Yang corporation as the CEO Jungwon’s secretary you’ve always heard people talking about your boss, Jungwon being serious, cold- short tempered even.

Which is why everyone feared him, but you never did, and you never understood why everyone feared him, because to you, he was always... gentle, patient and oddly considerate.

You heard stories of how he fired employees for reasons as simple as crossing the deadline, making minute mistakes in the project or simply because he did not like the look of the project designs.

But all of it didn’t make sense to you, it was as if they were narrating a story of someone who is totally different than the Jungwon you know. A Jungwon who was cruel, angry, loud, serious and impatient, all of which doesn't fit your perspective of Jungwon because Jungwon never once raised his voice at you.

He overlooked the multiple times you came into work late, he made sure you get yourself a cup of coffee along with his while ordering- with his card of course, he ignored the times when you zoned out telling you to take rest, he made you get off of work earlier, he always initiated small talk with you and he never stressed you out.

You didn't know if you were the one in wrong or all the multiple number of people who are working under him are, but you just decided to end the topic into believing you somehow got lucky.

But that wasn't the case, because Jungwon liked you- no, he loved you.

The day he saw you at the interview, he knew you were the one. Somehow over the time being, his love turned into something more deep, something more dangerous.

At first, he fired the people who were trying to get close to you, but that wasn't enough- not to him. Whenever a guy stared too long at you in a board meeting, whenever someone threw a passing comment about how attractive his secretary is, whenever someone tried to get your number, he didn't like it, he hated it. So, he did what he thought was right, kill them.

How could someone ever think of even batting an eye at you, the love of his life? They didn't deserve to breathe near you, they didn't deserve to be in your presence and they most definitely didn't deserve to talk to you- not like he did.

He was the only worthy person to be near you, to be with you.

He eliminated every single person who he felt like was getting close to you with his own hands. He made things easy for you, his precious little girl.

You were so oblivious, so naive, so his. He wanted-no, needed you. So, he got close to you, made sure you were only paying attention to him and him only, he remembered your coffee order, he came to know your likes and dislikes.

He did whatever it took to be with you and soon proposed you to be his wife. You agreed. Of course you did. Who wouldn't want a man who is willing to take care of you, protect you and love you with his whole heart? Definitely not you.

The marriage was perfect, everything you ever wanted to be and more.

Even after marriage, Jungwon has been nothing but a gentleman towards you. Making you meals, cuddling you, showering you with love, taking you out on dates, giving you car rides all the time and overall being a perfect husband.

But what changed was his possessiveness, he got more possessive and he wasn't afraid to visually show it this time. He was always right by your side no matter what, a hand on your waist claiming you and a look on his face which gave a clear sign not to mess with him.

You didn't doubt it, you just thought it was him being a little protective over you, nothing much. And continued about your life.

You wake up, the sun filtering through the windows hitting softly on your face as you turn wanting to wrap your arm around your husband but your hand hit the soft mattress you are laying on.

Frowning at the loss of his warmth, you open your eyes to see only the wrinkly covers of the bedsheet- the only remnants of his presence.

Your feet pad down the stairs as you rub your eyes still heavy from sleep as you hear sounds and light humming from the kitchen.

It was as if Jungwon has Y/N instincts, because he can feel your presence anytime without even you speaking and you tease him all time saying he’s so down bad and he just laughs along agreeing while saying how he’s a Y/n-man.

“Did I wake you up, my angel?” He asks genuinely concerned while looking at you.

You walk to him and hug him while resting the side of your face to his chest. “Didn't find you beside me.”

He quickly turns of the stove and wraps one arm around your waist caressing it and keeps the other on the side of your head, pushing it more into his chest.

“Sorry my baby, wanted to make you breakfast.”

You pat his back as you hum and ask, “What are you making?”

He runs his hand through your hair and hums content, feeling you against him, “Just avocado toast with fruits.”

You close your eyes as he sways you guys' slightly side to side. Mornings with him go by like this, soft, gentle and smooth.

Your life went by calmly, with Jungwon by your side until now.

You were arranging the books in your shared home office when you notice a leather-bound journal tucked behind a row of corporate manuals. You don't remember seeing that book anywhere so, you take it and flip through it. Your blood runs cold as you read it.

Inside the book, were detailed records of your life, what time you wake up, what time you usually get hungry, what time you feel like sleeping, your google search history, what you said in meetings, who you talk to, the movies you like, your friends’ names.

There were also notes like,

“She smiled at Manager Kim today. Don't like that.”

“Scheduled lunch with Yeri again. Remove from calendar.”

“Said she felt tired. Might be low iron — adjust meals.”

“Too cocky. Needs to go.”

“Fired from job. Good.”

“Might propose soon. Remove him.”

And on top of every page, “🖤 Day _ of making her mine.” was written.

The most chilling part though, was your photos, photos of your casual days-when you were walking in your neighbourhood, when you were just reading a book in your favourite café, when you were peacefully sleeping in your bed. And many more photos of you in your private space.

The realization hits you like ice. He’s been watching you all this time, even before he proposed you, even before you were his. Manipulating everything — your job, your health, your friends — long before you fell in love.

You sit on the edge of the couch. You’ve read enough to know it isn’t fiction. Every entry, every detail — it’s all real. Too real.

The front door clicks open.

His footsteps are calm. Measured.

“Hey, my love,” Jungwon calls softly, setting down his blazer. “You’re up late. Everything alright?”

You don’t answer. Just look at him.

His eyes drift to the coffee table.

And stop.

The journal is sitting open — pages splayed like a wound.

For a brief second, his mask falters. A blink too long. A jaw twitch. Then he smooths it away.

“Oh, you found it,” he says simply.

Your voice is low. Hoarse. “What is this?”

“A journal.”

“Don’t do that,” you snap. “Don’t play this down like it’s nothing. You wrote about me. Every move I made. Even before I knew you.”

Silence.

"I just... needed to protect what was mine."

"I'm not yours."

He blinks, as if confused by your words. "You're my wife."

"You manipulated me into marrying you.”

“I loved you. And I still do,” he says, a little too quickly. “I waited. I watched. I made sure you were safe. I was patient, more than anyone would’ve been.”

You rise from the chair, the journal still in hand.

“This isn’t love,” you whisper, backing away from him. “You took my life and rewrote it without telling me.”

He follows, but doesn’t touch you. Not yet.

“I gave you everything,” he murmurs. “The job, the home, the life you dreamed of. I listened. I learned. I made it perfect for you.”

You stop walking. Look him dead in the eye.

“That’s the problem,” you say quietly. “I never got to choose any of it.”

“I just helped guide you.”

Your voice breaks. “Guide me? You watched me. Controlled me. You made me fall for you—”

“I didn’t make you love me,” he cuts in, voice calm but harder now. “I just… cleared the way.”

You stand. “Cleared the way? You made sure you were the only one left.”

He finally stops pretending.

His eyes meet yours — sharp, dark, unreadable.

“Because no one else was good enough for you,” he says. “And they never will be.”

You back away as he steps forward.

“Do you remember how happy you were when you got the job? When you told me it felt like fate?” He smiles softly. “It was. I made sure of it. I studied you. I knew you’d shine in that office. I gave you everything you ever wanted.”

“I didn’t want this,” you whisper, voice cracking.

“Yes, you did, my darling,” he says, tilting his head. “You just don’t realize it yet.”

Your handshakes as you hold the journal up. “This is sick, Jungwon.”

He walks over slowly, takes the journal from your hands with care — like it’s sacred. Closes it and keeps it on the coffee table gently as if it’d hurt the journal if he kept it any other way.

“I wrote every word because I loved you before you even saw me. That doesn’t make it sick. It makes it inevitable.”

You’re silent.

Jungwon leans down, kisses your forehead tenderly with his arm wrapped around your waist — like you’re not standing in a cage you just realized exists.

“C’mon my love, don't think too much yea? You are mine and you can't escape me, you know that too. So, don't fight by wasting your energy and time alright?”

He says while caressing your waist and after that, leans down to kiss you, his other hand going up to cup your cheek.

And you don't pull away, don't push him, you can't, you can't escape him and deep down you know, he truly made you his.

©mrsjjongstby all writing belong to me. do not copy, modify or repost my works.

A/N: Soooooo sorry, @wonenonly for uploading this soo late, i was working on other fics nd i didnt have time! hope u understand! tysm for this very cool request!!! i lovedddd writing this. Hope u like it love!!!!!!!!! do let me know how it is in the comments!!!!!!! love uuuuuuu!!!! also stay hydrated guysssss!!!!!!!!

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starsinthesky5 · 5 months ago

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I think about this more than a healthy amount for some reason, so I gotta get it out there.

Joe really doesn’t like being called “Joey”. It’s just a childhood name that he feels he’s grown out of. BUT I think he’d have such a soft spot for his girl calling him Joey 🥹 maybe it catches him off guard the first time she lets it slip, but he likes it a lot more than he thought he would. And from then on he only wants to be her Joey and he gets all pouty when she just calls him Joe.

Soft cuddly little Joey bear is my favorite (grumpy irritated Joe is a very close second)

say it, please || joe burrow x reader

description: the ask pretty much sums it up!!

a/n: wow? another blurb? who am i?? this might be how i get back on track with YBWM and I'm not complaining!! again, rushed, written in a few hours, so please don't tell me if you hate it

word count: 1.9 k

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff

taglist: (ask to be added): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeyburrrow @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid @lovelyburrow @yelenasbraid @starkeyswomen @grittysbiggestfan @definitelynotdomanique @lilfreakjez @fourburrow

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oh joe absolutely despises it when people call him joey. no matter who it is, his mom, his dad, his closest childhood friends, even his nana. he just hates it. he’d complain about how it was too “babyish” and “embarrassing”, and that joe was more adult and manly. joey didn’t fit that stone-cold, joe cool persona he had going on…joey was more like “oh, here’s our soft, cuddly, teddy bear QB1” and he grimaced every time he thought about it.

until you came around.

you knew that he didn’t like the cute little nickname, it was one of the first things robin had warned you about when you had your first one-on-one talk with her. you never really understood why he hated it, because his reasoning seemed pretty dumb. it was just a nickname, right? and it perfectly matched how he’d get when he had those adorable puppy dog eyes and rosy cheeks. it was just so right.

but you loved joe, so naturally you respected his wishes just as he respected yours. you dropped the idea of the nickname and carried on.

until one lazy sunday afternoon in the middle of february.

you were doing your best attempt at shielding yourself from the bitter winter cold, curled up on the couch with your oversized plush bengals blanket and wearing one of joe’s old LSU hoodies. in your lap was your tablet, and the app opened up was your sketchpad. you worked in graphic design, so you were naturally always found with your apple pencil between your fingers and with this app on the screen in front of you. the latest project you had was not the usual kind—this one was a favor called in by a local cafe, a hidden gem in the heart of the queen city which happened to be one of joe’s favorite spots since he came to cincy. it was quiet, hidden, intimate, and the perfect spot to have a normal conversation with normal people; just how joe liked it. so when he had leisurely strolled into the cafe as usual one day after practice, he found himself caught up in a conversation with the owner (more so his newest best friend considering he went to the cafe every single day after practice) and the topic at hand was their recent obsessions. it was silly, but it was a good conversation to have over smoothies & muffins after a grueling day as star quarterback joe burrow. sometimes he just wanted to be joe again, especially with his friends, and this cafe was a great place to do so.

anyway, for steve, his obsession was the latest addition to his cafe. a shiny new espresso machine with too many settings and advancements to count.

for joe, it honestly should’ve been obvious to anyone with working eyes considering every time he thought about it out loud or in his mind—which was a lot—his cheeks turned pink and his eyes softened like he was a stick of melting butter. there was only one thing that could make joe feel and look like that, and everyone in town knew what it was. i mean, it was the hottest topic once you showed up on the sidelines wearing that initial around your neck before the wild card game against the ravens.

his recent obsession was none other than his lovely, adorable, larger than life…future wife.

his precious girlfriend.

you.

he was going on and on about you with that goofy boyish smile to the point where steve was questioning if joe was drunk, high, delirious, or all of the above and just deeply unwell. and honestly, he was.

he was completely, totally, and utterly lovesick.

joe rambled on about anything and everything related to you. from your unique hobbies like forging & pressing flowers into journals and resin molds, to your interests that didn’t involve sitting in the stands and cursing out referees for bullshit penalties, and even your cute little habits such as spraying joe’s cologne on your hoodies while he was at an away game so that you could still be close to him. he just loved to talk about you, to tell people how you and everything about you had been such a breath of fresh air in his suffocating life. you were the change of pace he so desperately needed, and he was going to make sure the entire world knew of that.

then, he started telling steve about your passion for graphic design. you worked full-time at a PR firm for it, but that didn’t stop you from dabbling into side projects in which you had complete control. you’ve designed things like wedding invitations, baby announcements, birthday cards, and even a few shirt designs for your old high school. you were extremely talented, so obviously he’d show you off in that sense too. he loved how hardworking, independent, and creative you were.

that conversation joe had with steve was how you now ended up re-designing steve’s cafe’s logo for him. you really didn’t mind doing it, not that you could say no if you did mind anyway. you knew steve was joe’s friend so if you said no for a good reason, he’d understand, but if word got out that joe burrow’s girlfriend refused to help out a local cafe with something like this…whew. bad bad PR. so, it was a good thing that you loved designing and sketching in your free time because there was no reason for you to say no. everyone would be happy :)

as you twirled your pencil in your hand, gliding the tip along the screen to perfect the border of the design, you felt a weight press down on your shoulder—warm, soft, and familiar.

joe.

he really loved watching you do your thing, bonus points if he got to cuddle with you while you were doing your thing, so this was a natural place for him to be found now. you were completely focused on the task at hand, that you didn’t realize when he started talking to you. your ears picked up on bits and pieces of what he was saying, but most of it was drowned out by your own inner thoughts as you contemplated over which shade of green to use in the logo.

“...so, is it okay if we order in from gloria’s tonight instead of going out in the storm?” he asked, his warm breath tickling your skin as he pushed himself further into the crook of your neck. he’d hide in there if he could, maybe even nestle himself inside your pocket to be as close to you as humanly possible.

you heard him, and you thought you responded, but that must’ve been in your imagination because then you felt him gently poke your thigh to get your attention. “oh, hm?” you hummed, slightly tilting your head down to see him but keeping your gaze fixed on the screen in front of you. “...yeah, that’s fine joey,” you mumbled, not aware of what you were saying, and what name you just said.

his heart stuttered in his chest, skipping a beat before picking up again, softer this time—like it was melting right into his ribs. that name, the one that usually made him cringe, that usually made him irritated, suddenly felt…warm. safe. like something sacred.

because it came from you.

you weren’t teasing him. you weren’t babying him. you just said it, all soft and dreamy, like it was the most natural thing in the world. like it belonged to him, to you—to both of you.

joe blinked, his lips parting slightly, his body no longer tense against you but loose, relaxed in a way he didn’t even know he could be. his fingers twitched against his lap, itching to reach for you, to pull you close, to hear you say it again.

“yeah?” he murmured, voice quieter now, hesitant almost.

you finally peeled your eyes away from the screen, meeting his gaze, and that’s when it really hit him. the warmth in your expression, the way your lips curled ever so slightly, the way you looked at him like he was your favorite person in the entire world.

god.

and from then on, he only wanted to be your joey. not joe. not burrow. not anything else. just your joey.

and he made it painfully obvious.

the first time you called him just joe after that, it was like you stole the sun right out of his sky. his face fell so fast it was almost humorous—eyebrows knitted together, lips pressed into the softest little pout as he stared at you like you’d just broken his heart.

“what?” you blinked, confused at his odd expression.

he huffed, shifting closer to you on the couch, arms crossing over his chest in the most dramatic sulk you’d ever seen. “nothing,” he mumbled, but it was so very much something.

you tilted your head, studying him, before realization hit you.”oh my god,” you gasped, a slow grin creeping onto your face. “are you pouting because i called you joe?”.

he stayed silent. just pouted harder.

you laughed, reaching over to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his warm, slightly flushed cheeks. “baby, do you wanna be my little joey again?”.

his lashes fluttered, shoulders dropping as he leaned into your touch like it was the only thing tethering him to the earth. and then, so quiet, so needy, it almost made your heart burst—

“say it, please.”

your breath hitched.

oh.

his voice was barely above a whisper, but you could feel it—the weight of his words, the way he needed to hear it from you, how it felt different when it came from your lips. he didn’t just want the name. he wanted you saying it, holding it close like it was something precious. like he was something precious.

you softened, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then his temple, then the corner of his mouth. “okay, joey,” you whispered against his lips, the name dripping in warmth, in love, in everything he ever wanted to hear from you.

he melted instantly, arms wrapping tight around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck like he never wanted to leave. and god, he didn’t. he wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in you, basking in the way you said his name like it belonged to you and you alone.

because it did.

no one else could say it like you. no one else could make his chest ache in the best way, could make his heart stutter and swell all at once. no one else could make him love the name he once hated.

only you.

his girl. his love. his everything.

your joey.

only yours. always.

–the end–

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deadpanjisung · 2 months ago

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✧ the collective muse ✧

⟢ pairing: graphic designer!lee know x journalist!afab!reader x graphic designer!han

⟢ MDNI!!!!! (please make sure you have your age in your bio)

⟢ wc: 11.5k

⟢ genre: smut, angst, a lil fluff, colleagues to friends to strangers to lovers (you'll see when you read it)

⟢ warnings: unconventional relationship dynamics, talks of depression/ antidepressants, jealousy, kind of cheating-ish, mentions of pubic hair, threesome, boys kissing <3, breast play, fingering, oral, unpr0tected sex, creampies (lmk if i missed any).

⟢epilogue

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Co-founding a digital magazine was not in your plans when you started studying a B.A. in Journalism. During your last semester, you were assigned to create a digital magazine for one of your core courses. The magazine was your only assignment for that particular course. The difficult part was that it would be a group project. For that, you were thankful to have met Jisung earlier.

Despite being younger than you, Jisung was also coursing his last semester at university, majoring in Graphic Design with a minor in Journalism, hence the common courses. You had met him on your second year of studying when he started taking some of your core courses with you. It wasn’t until you were forced to work with him on another group project that you got to know him.

To know Jisung was to love Jisung. You quickly became good friends. Knowing Jisung also meant inevitably meeting Minho, another Graphic Design major getting a minor in Journalism. When assigned this particular project, Jisung recruited both you and Minho to be a part of his group. You didn’t know Minho as well as you did Jisung since Minho usually went to class and left to his apartment almost immediately while Jisung walked you to your car and occasionally invited you to eat dinner or watch a movie.

“So…” Jisung started, as you and Minho walked with him towards your car. “Any ideas for the magazine?” You nodded, Minho just stared at whoever talked.

“I think we should focus on art.”

“Like paintings art?” Minho asked.

“Yeah, like, we can visit a few galleries and write about them. We could write a column about classic artists too.”

“I like it.” Jisung commented, grinning widely. “But, I think we should write about music too. Maybe a multi-media art magazine would be cool.”

“That could work. Do you have any ideas, Minho?”

“Ah, I kind of wanted to write about the cuisine.”

“Food is art too.” Jisung said. “So, a magazine about food, art and music? Think anyone would want to read that?” He chuckled. You mindlessly continued walking, in an attempt to spot your white Hyundai SUV.

“I’d probably read it.”

“Yeah, me too.” You added, finally identifying your car amongst the sea of similar vehicles. “So, meet up at my place tomorrow at noon to strategize?” Minho and Jisung both nodded.

What had started as a uni assignment, became acclaimed by professors and classmates alike. You, Minho and Jisung put in the extra mile for this magazine. Your bond strengthened amongst the frequent reunions, visits to museums, galleries, restaurants, concerts, and album listening parties. Your magazine, The Collective Muse, became a popular topic around the university. Your mentor was the first person to recommend the pursuit of making the magazine a job. Writing and designing felt like second nature to all of you. You were required to present three issues but you submitted eight of them.

“I can see that you’re passionate about it. It’s very current, very relevant. The students love it, too. You could publish a few of them, as a test run.” Your professor motivated you.

The test run went as well as had been expected by your classmates. Soon enough Minho and Jisung went from being your friends to being your colleagues.

Once you graduated, you rented an office space. Initially, The Collective Muse was a side-job. You wrote the occasional article for a newspaper and worked at a call-center so you could pay the bills. Minho and Jisung worked as independent graphic designers, making more use of your office space than you did. Nonetheless, every afternoon you met at your office to brainstorm and design the new issues for The Collective Muse.

The magazine became your sole work-flow within six months of graduating. You and Jisung had the initiative to translate the issues to other languages, and The Collective Muse became an international success in record time.

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The magazine was still going strong. The diversity of the topics mixed with your individual sets of skills were the essence that kept the magazine relevant amongst pop culture; especially for teenagers and young adults.

“Hey.” Minho came into your office.

“Hi. I thought you’d be home by now. What’s up?” You asked, concerned at his worried expression.

“I need to talk to you… and Jisung…” He started, “Can you come to my office when you’re done?”

“I’ll go now.” You said. “Are you okay, Minho?” He looked away from you. You met Jisung as he entered Minho’s office just before you.

“So… I don’t know where to start.” Minho sighed. You and Jisung looked at each other and you could feel your hearts simultaneously sink. “I was offered a job… a full-time position… with another magazine a few months ago…They called me again today….” Minho gulped as he looked from you to Jisung for the first time since he started talking. “I’m taking the job. I’m sorry.”

“Hold on. Are they offering you more money or something?” You asked coldly.

“I don’t care about the money, Y/N. I think I outgrew this company. That’s all. I want to write for a magazine that focuses on food and dining.” He answered. “Don’t worry. I have all you need until summer. You can find someone to replace me by then.”

“But, Min. It’s not the same without you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. You’ll do well. I know you will. Excuse me.”

Minho left you and Jisung confused that night and he never returned to the office. Maybe if you and Jisung hadn’t been so disoriented with the news, you would’ve noticed that something else was going on with Minho. After he left, he stopped answering your calls, and your texts, and your letters. You went to his apartment a few times, only to be told that he moved an hour away, back to his parent’s house.

Losing an essential part of your team was the only the first incident that led to The Collective Muse’s downfall. When summer was over, and Seo Changbin took over the cuisine section of the magazine, your readers weren’t too keen on it. Changbin was a great storyteller but they, understandably, missed the prose that Minho provided them. The Collective Muse’s subscribers reduced significantly after Minho left. You and Jisung, as the heads of the company, had to make the difficult choice to close the office and continue publishing virtually.

Thus, Jisung became your housemate in order to save money on rent. Changbin worked from his house. And you inevitably regressed to having a second job in order to fund your lives. You considered putting an end to The Collective Muse once and for all. Yet, it felt like the only thing in your life that was worth fighting for. Your nine to five job only brought money to the table but no real sense of motivation to create, to express and to be yourself. Jisung, on the other hand, joined a graphic design company that only allowed him to make plain menus and banners for local coffee shops. Changbin worked as a car salesman during the day. Needless to say, you all needed The Collective Muse in order to keep a part of yourselves alive. So you, and Jisung and Changbin worked long nights in order to fund the magazine and its ever declining ratings.

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“Okay. We’ll just go over to him and make him take back his boxes and his desk.” You reassured Jisung.

“We’ll just go over to him and make him take back his boxes and his desk.”Jisung repeated. You had been hoarding Minho’s belongings since he left and you closed the office. With both of you living together, the space that Minho’s things occupied was desperately needed.

“If he doesn’t want them, we’ll give the desk to your brother and, I don’t know, burn his other things or something.” You affirmed. Minho and Jisung’s families lived relatively close to each other. When Jisung’s nephew was born, you decided that the road trip was necessary both to see the baby and to let go of the things Minho left to haunt you for a year.

“This is it.” Jisung pointed to a house and you parked in front of it. You sighed. It had been a whole year since you had seen Minho. The only indicator that he was alive, were the articles that he wrote for his new job and the occasional social media post promoting them. Jisung looked even more nervous than you did. He was sweating profusely.

“Hey, Ji.” You put your hand on his cheek. “We’ve got this. It’s just Minho. We can handle Minho.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

Your relationship with Jisung was… complicated. You weren’t just colleagues or friends but you weren’t quite anything else either. You were aware that Minho had feelings for Jisung; he didn’t have to tell you. You also knew that Jisung had feelings for you. You and Jisung hadn’t crossed the ambiguous and imaginary friendship line because you respected Minho too much. You wanted Minho to feel comfortable with you despite the feelings that were involved. You thought it would work out. You and Jisung grieved together; you and Jisung found comfort in each other, too. Living together facilitated the process, and it made being just friends quite more complicated.

You found yourself next to Jisung, in front of Minho’s door. Jisung rang the doorbell, you didn’t fail to notice how his hands had a slight tremble as he did. The door opened to reveal a sleepy-looking Minho. His hair was disheveled, he had dark circles under his eyes, he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. And, despite that, he still looked as mesmerizing as ever. His eyes widened upon seeing you, shifting from you to Jisung.

“Hey.” You greeted as casually as possible. Seeing Minho again, to you, felt like seeing an ex-boyfriend. You were so angry at him, yet you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and ask him to get back together.

“Hey, Min. We’re sorry to pop up randomly. You weren’t answering our calls. So we couldn’t really let you know that we were coming by.” Jisung chuckled nervously.

“Uh. Okay. Come in.” Minho replied as he made his way inside. “Close the door or the babies will run away, okay?” You nodded as you stepped inside, closing the door after yourself.

“So, um, it’s good to see you. We’ll be quick. Your desk and some boxes are in the van and we were just wondering if you still wanted them?” You asked, trying to concentrate on Minho rather than on searching for one of the cats.

“Oh, you could’ve just kept it in the office or something. I have a desk here already…” Minho answered. “Want some water?” You shook your head. Jisung nodded.

“That’s the thing though. When you left, we kinda… closed down the office. So your desk’s just been living in the workspace at our apartment…” Jisung added.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Are you still publishing or…?” Minho asked, his expression was genuine, still you couldn’t help but felt pissed off at him. He didn’t even check if you were still running. What a friend…

“Yeah. It’s been hard to, though. People really miss your columns…” You replied.

“I bet that’s not it…”

“It’s part of it…” Jisung countered.

“You two are finally living together?” Minho was quick to change the subject.

“We couldn’t really afford rent ourselves either. We compromised by me moving to her apartment.” Jisung cleared up.

“Yeah, it’s only until we have some financial stability.” You said.

“Oh. That must be nice.”

“It is!” Jisung confirmed. “It’s been pretty healing, to live with your best friend, collaborating with other people too. It hasn’t been all bad….”

“Ji…” You interrupted. “We kind of have to get going.” You directed your attention to Minho, who was playing with the strings of his sweats. “Are you sure you don’t need your desk?” Minho shook his head.

“No. If you know anyone that needs it, feel free to gift it forward.” Minho answered, you and Jisung nodded as you stood up. “Jisung-ah, Y/N-ah… Seeing you has been nice… I really meant to call you back. I’ll give you the home phone number, okay?” Jisung nodded, with no intentions of actually using it for anything. Minho handed him a piece of paper with the number written on it.

“Nice to see you too, Min. Good luck.” Jisung said whilst putting on his shoes.

“I’m sorry about what happened…” Minho apologized with a sigh.

“That’s water under the bridge.”

“See you. Take care. Get some rest, okay?” You said.

“Thanks… Good luck. Stay healthy.” Minho bowed as you and Jisung exited his house. He stood in the doorway for a few seconds, staring at you and Jisung. His heart dropped when you kept walking without even glancing back at him.

Jisung sighed as he entered the van. His eyes met yours and he leaned into you and pressed his lips on yours. The kiss took you by surprise. It, of course, wasn’t the first time that he kissed you. But, kisses with Jisung were intimate; you never kissed in public. His lips were familiar, they were chapped despite him doing his best efforts to moisturize them.

“Sorry.” He chuckled nervously as he pulled away from you. “Seeing Minho was too much like seeing an ex. I kinda needed the reassurance that I still have you.” You chuckled at him.

“Loser.” You grinned. “I get it, though. The vibe was so… weird. It really felt like seeing an ex after a hard breakup.” Jisung grabbed a hold of your hand. You started the van again and drove past Minho’s house, failing to notice that Minho was still standing outside, looking over at you.

“It was nerve-wrecking for me.” Jisung added. “Minho looks tired. More tired than he looked when he was writing for The Muse. I hope he’s not working himself to the bone.” You nodded.

“Then again, I bet we look just as exhausted to him as he does to us now.” You noted.

You looked at Jisung next to you. He was beautiful, of course he was, big round eyes to match his round cheeks, his gummy smile, you never missed the way he cocked his eyebrows or the way they furrowed when he was anxious or frustrated. You had his face memorized, etched in your soul. It was so easy to fall in love with him. He had dark circles under his eyes too, his bright blue hair was a faded baby blue now and he had a stubble from not shaving. Jisung examined you too; you had dark circles under your eyes, your natural hair color had begun to show in your roots, you didn’t wear too much makeup anymore (he loved your bare face just as much), you had removed your piercings… you were everything to him, but you did look tired.

“We’ve been overworking ourselves, huh?” He pointed out. “It’s easy to recognize on another person, not so much on yourself.” You nodded, keeping your eyes on the road; the sun had already set.

Mrs. Han welcomed you with open arms every time you went to visit them. She invited you inside but you denied, guilt-ridden. You didn’t want his family to get the impression that you were a couple, you didn’t want to get their hopes up.

“Oh, don’t drive home this late, Y/N. Please stay here.” Mrs. Han said as she packed you a bowl of rice.

“Don’t worry. If I leave now, I’ll be home soon. Thank you so much for the offer, though.” You replied, taking the bento she served you. Jisung accompanied you outside.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to stay?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I’m good. I was sick last week, remember? I need to have work done by tomorrow afternoon.” You answered, it was an excuse and he knew it, yet he didn’t fight you on it.

“Give me a call when you get home, okay?” Jisung added, giving you a peck on your lips. “I love you. Drive safely.”

“I love you too, Ji. Have fun tomorrow.” You blushed and gave him another kiss.

“Thanks. Bye, Y/N!” He waved you off.

The drive was only about an hour and a half long. You had left Minho’s desk at Jisung’s parents’ house and took the forgotten boxes with you back. About ten minutes into the drive, your phone rang. Minho. A name you hadn’t seen in your phone in a long while. You debated answering him, but you did.

“Minho? What’s up?”

“Hey, Y/N. Sorry to bother you. I called Jisung but he didn’t answer… I wanted to ask about the boxes you said I left…”

“Oh, sorry about that. I forgot to give them to you. I’m on my way home. Can I drop them off at yours?” You asked.

“Yeah. That’ll be perfect, actually.”

“I’ll be there in, like, five minutes.”

“Okay. Bye.”

You hung up.

You cursed at your forgetfulness. Seeing Minho once was tough, seeing him twice and being alone would be harder. You tried not to bad mouth him in front of Jisung, but you couldn’t help to resent him. Minho took a part of your dream when he left. A part that you would never get back. You felt angry and betrayed and disappointed. When everything spiraled, you cried and cursed at Minho when you were alone. You knew it wasn’t fair to blame him. Still, it’s difficult to go from relative success to barely eating to be able to sustain yourself and your passion.

When you pulled up at Minho’s, he was already outside. He smoked a cigarette and put it out as soon as he saw your car. You saw his figure walking up to you; a familiar sight, just like when you used to pick him and Jisung up to work on your magazine a few summers ago. His hair was cut shorter now, he put on a bit of weight too, which didn’t surprise you. But, when did he start smoking?

“Hey. Sorry again.” Minho apologized. “It’s really humid outside tonight. You’re alone?” You nodded. “Do you want to come in?”

“Ah, I shouldn’t stay long. It’s late already.” You answered.

“That’s the thing. I kind of ordered a lot of food and my parents are traveling so…” Minho said and looked at you expectantly, “I was wondering if you wanted some.” You stared at him blankly, this wasn’t like Minho. Minho was direct and blunt, he didn’t make mistakes. He was always so detail-oriented. “Please.” A year had passed and you still couldn’t resist his charm.

“Fine.” You answered as you turned the car off. You walked alongside Minho, the faint smell of cigarettes plaguing your nostrils. “Since when do you smoke? Weren’t you all about health?”

“Ah, you caught that? I don’t do it often, only when I’m really anxious.” He replied, looking at you. “I know the smell makes you nauseous, I shouldn’t have done it.”

“It’s okay.”

“You still like bibimbap, right?” He asked you whilst taking off his shoes.

“Yeah, it’s still my favorite.” You answered as you took off yours. “Are the babies here?” He nodded.

“It’s been a while since you haven’t seen them. Dori has put on a lot of weight. He’s healthy though.”

“Ah! You know I love when kitties have a big primordial pouch!” You noted when you saw Dori at the top of the stairs. “He looks so adorable.” Minho chuckled at your reaction. You walked up the stairs and sat next to Dori. He took his time sniffing you but still cuddled into you. Unbeknownst to you, Minho was fondly staring at the interaction from behind the kitchen threshold.

“Sorry to break this up but bibimbap isn’t quite as good when it’s cold.” Minho said, and walked back to the kitchen. You gave Dori a last pet and walked to the kitchen.

The colorful bibimbap that was served illuminated the original dullness of the kitchen. Minho’s kitchen was beige but still Minho-esque, adorned with cat towels and little kitten salt and pepper shakers. You sat down next to Minho and started eating. It felt weird to be back at Minho’s house after your college days. It felt even stranger to eat bibimbap with your ex-colleague, who had been ghosting you for a year, at 9pm in his childhood home. Soonie stepped into the room, followed by Doongie and jumped up on the table. Minho stood up and took out a cat food can from the fridge and served their plates next to the table.

“Sorry about that. They get feisty when they’re hungry. Eomma has them on a tight feeding schedule but I’m a bit more lenient.” He commented. “Do you want a beer?” You shook your head.

“As tempting as it sound, I’m driving so water is fine, thanks.” You replied. Minho placed the glass of water next to you.

“I guess we’ll have to see each other again over some beers, then.”

“Ah, I’m not much of a drinker these days.” You clarified. “I’m on mood stabilizers and alcohol kind of reverses their effects.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. You couldn’t have known. A lot of things have changed since you left.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve been beating myself up for that all this time. I didn’t answer you because I was embarrassed…”

“Min. It’s fine. What’s done is done. We’re working with what we have and that’s enough for now.” You cut him off. His eyes were glossy. You had never seen Minho cry before. “It’s okay, Min, really. I understand your decision. At first, I was frustrated but I understand why you did it and that it doesn’t mean that you hate us or that we did anything to make you feel weird or out of place….right?”

Minho looked at you and bit the inside of his cheek. Something Minho tended to do when he was embarrassed or about to lie.

“Oh, shit. What did we do?” You asked.

“Well, um…It wasn’t necessarily something that you did… but, my feelings getting in the way… a-and you and Jisung…” He replied, staring at the carpet under the table, avoiding your eyes at all cost.

“Min… I’m sorry…”

“No. It’s not your fault.” He affirmed. “I couldn’t separate my personal feelings for Jisung from my professional life. And then I saw… forget it…”

“You saw what?” You questioned and he looked up at you and sighed.

“At our New Year’s Eve Party last year… Jisung walked you out, and then I decided that I wanted to see you out too… and I saw you… kissing…”

“Fuck. Min, I’m so so so sorry about that.” You pleaded. “I didn’t mean to get in the middle of you two. I held back, that was the first time and last time that we kissed until we moved in together….”

“Y/N, it’s not your fault. Jisung obviously has feelings for you and I can see that you like him too. You two are my best friends. A part of me thinks it’s wonderful that you love each other in that way. But, it wasn’t so easy to see it.”

“It’s complicated.” You said. “I didn’t want anything to happen with Jisung because I didn’t want to hurt you, but also because it makes working together harder. I wanted to avoid a situation where someone left The Muse…”

“Y/N, I-I’m so sorry about that. Could you please not tell Jisung?” You nodded.

“We both have things to be sorry for, I guess. I know that Jisung’s sorry too.” You added. “For what it's worth, we’re not together together.” He took a sip of his beer and you finished the rest of your meal in silence. A little awkwardly at first, but it became a comfortable silence.

“Thanks for the meal.” You broke the silence. “I should really get going. I hate driving when it’s super dark out.”

“You can stay here, if you want.” Minho offered as he took your plate. He walked over to the sink and washed the dishes.

“I have some things to do at home tonight.” You replied after you answered a text from Jisung. “Thanks for offering, though.” You grabbed your purse and stood behind Minho as he dried his hands.

“Are you sure?” He asked, scanning your face for any indicator. You nodded. Minho walked with you to his front door. You laced up your shoes while Minho curiously stared at you. “I missed you.” That took you by surprise, making you halt your movements.

“Me too.” You smiled at him.

He stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. Minho’s embrace was unusual, he hadn’t hugged you much in the past. He nuzzled his head into your shoulder and sniffled, you then understood what the hug really meant. You wrapped your arms around him. You stayed silent, your eyes betraying you as they watered against Minho’s shoulder. In that moment, you forgot all of the anger and frustration you had felt towards him. Once he pulled away, you cupped his cheek. His eyes were teary, his lashes were wet, his nose was a pink color from his sniffling.

“I love you, Min. I hope you know that what happened during the last year doesn’t change that…” You said. He smiled at you.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You pondered about what had just happened during the rest of your drive. Seeing Minho almost a year after he left was gut-wrenching and knowing that you had a part on him leaving was even worse. You couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if you and Jisung hadn’t kissed or if Minho hadn’t seen you two. Would you still be working together? Or were you always meant to part ways?

You texted Jisung to let him know that you arrived to your apartment. The night was silent where you lived. When Jisung was there with you, the apartment felt small yet when you’re alone it appeared so empty. You cried yourself to sleep that night and you dreamt of a world where you hadn’t made stupid mistakes.

You didn’t regret kissing Jisung per say, but you did regret hurting Minho, especially when you had been so careful to not act upon your lingering feelings for Jisung or for Minho. Before you knew that Minho had feelings for Jisung or that Jisung had feelings for you, you were drawn to Minho. Deep down you knew that that was probably the main reason why you resented him for leaving. Though, you were also aware that Minho was the reason that you couldn’t make your relationship with Jisung official. A part of you felt that you were betraying him for being with Jisung already.

A call from Jisung woke you up the next day.

“Good morning.” His voice rang.

“Hi, Ji. What’s up?” You asked, followed by a yawn.

“Nothing, I think I’m heading home soon. You got there late, are you okay?”

“Weren’t you staying for a while?” You asked. “I’m fine, I just dropped Minho’s things off at his.”

“I have a lot of stuff to do for work. I saw my nephew earlier anyways. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“See you. Bye.”

After hanging up, you were surprised to see a text message notification from Minho that read: ‘Thank you for last night again. I’m going to be in the city this week. Do you want to have dinner with me?’ . You stared at the message, pondering what to respond. Did he ask Jisung the same thing? Would it be just us two? You replied: ‘sure, just let me know when’.

You ate greek yogurt with honey and strawberries, a minimal effort breakfast that kept you full enough until you finished writing the column that you were writing for the magazine. You had visited a charming intimate art exhibit in Seoul from a local artist last weekend. You offered to write a piece on it and the artist was very receptive, asking for your number and for you to promise to text him when the new issue was available. It took you a while to get into your writing zone, scanning the pictures of the exhibit once again for some inspiration. You barely even noticed when Jisung arrived, only his bad habit of slamming the door shut giving it away.

“Hey.” He popped his head in from your room’s doorway. “My mom made us lunch before I left. Take a break.” You nodded in defeat as you had been stuck on the closing paragraph for a while. You followed Jisung to the kitchen, sitting on your somewhat designated seat as Jisung served the food.

“You look peppy, sleep well?” You asked. He handed you your plate.

“Kind of. It’s a bit refreshing being home but I kinda missed being here.” He chuckled. “So, you went back to Minho’s?” You nodded.

“Yeah. He asked if I could bring his boxes back.” You answered. “He fed me bibimbap too.” Jisung’s eyes widened at that.

“For real?” He asked with a mouthful of rice.

“Yeah. Weird, right?” You answered. “It was nice, though. I felt his humanity again.”

“Did he tell you why he left?”

“Kind of…” You replied, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Aish. I know that look. What did we do?”

“Nothing. I just think it’s a conversation that you and Minho should have alone. I don’t want to be Hermes for you two.” You replied and kept eating.

“Are you really doing this to me?” He pleaded.

“I am, sorry.” He rolled his eyes and resumed eating. “Are you pissed at me?”

“No. You’re right. It is a conversation that should happen between me and Minho.” He answered calmly. He stood up and placed his place and glass cup in the sink. “I have to do a few things for tomorrow and I might as well start now. We can go out for dinner.” You looked at him. “Or we could stay in and order food, watch a movie or something?”

“I’d like that a lot.” You replied. He smiled widely.

After you finished eating, you resumed attempting to redact the conclusion to your article. You checked your phone, Minho had answered and you had a new text message from the artist of the exhibit. ‘Hi, Y/N. I’m looking forward to reading your article. Would you like to talk it over dinner this week?’ You contemplated not answering him either for no fault of his own. Ultimately, you did reply that you’d love to have dinner with him. A half-lie. He was a sweet and interesting guy so in any other life you would love to have dinner with him; but, in this life, you had become a kind of hermit. You worked from home and rarely left the apartment if you didn’t absolutely have to. Jisung worked from home on occasions too so you weren’t exactly always alone. You grew to love the quiet coziness of your home. For a while, it was the only non-turbulent aspect of your life.

Truth be told, you had your own desk and workspace but you still preferred to work on your bed. After an hour, Jisung entered your room and sat next to you with his computer on his lap. This was the other reason why you didn’t usually work in your office. Jisung was clingy and distracting and so were you. You realized you couldn’t work next to each other. Occasionally Jisung would sit on the bed next to you, but only if he was nearly done with his project.

“Soooo, Whatcha writing?” He asked, leaning on your shoulder to take a peek at your computer.

“My piece for the art exhibit I attended last week, remember?” You said, he still leaned into you. “I just finished writing it. Do you want to read it over?” Jisung nodded and took your computer from your hands, pushing his own to the side of the bed. You got up and walked away, it still made you uncomfortable when people read your work. You washed the dishes while Jisung read your article, then you swept the floor.

“Y/N!” Jisung exclaimed from the other room. “You’re here? Weird. There were a few grammatical errors but I edited them. It was great, as always. I wish I could’ve gone with you now…” You chuckled.

“The artist asked to read my article before the magazine came out. Do you think it’s ready to send?” You asked.

“Send away.” He replied as he grabbed a snack from the refrigerator. “So, can we watch One Piece now that you’re done?”

“Sure. Can we order pizza or something unhealthy?”

“Of course!”

Artist: Hwang Hyunjin Exhibit: Timeless “His pieces spoke to me in a tantalizing melody. Piece by piece and then, all at once. An exhibit worth a lifetime. A captivating tune of brushstrokes and oils. Mr. Hwang expresses himself like music, like a dance, he conveys emotion like a pirouette. The movement in his paintings is compelling. It calls to you, and you listen. A visual definition of timelessness.”

“Minho? What are you doing here?” You asked as you opened the door, expecting to see Hyunjin instead.

“Oh. I told you that I was coming around this week.” He replied. “You look nice, are you ready for dinner?”

“Ah, Min. I told you to let me know. I have plans today.” You said, gesturing for Minho to come in. He slipped off his shoes and entered your apartment.

“You have plans? My bad. Is Jisung here, then?” He asked. You rolled your eyes but nodded. You knew that during the last few days Minho and Jisung had been communicating but the casualness of Minho arriving at your door made you feel weird. Nostalgic even.

“Ji!” You called out to him and he immediately entered the living room with a scowl on his face.

“Do you have to go to dinner with him?” Jisung asked, ignoring Minho’s presence. “Oh, hey.”

“Is it a date?” Minho inquired looking from you to Jisung.

“It’s not a date. I’m going to dinner with an artist whose exhibit I reviewed.” You answered.

“You don’t go to dinner with other artists, though.” Jisung pointed out. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. You heard someone clearing his throat behind you and looked back to see the familiar blonde buzzcut sported by Hyunjin. He was handsome, there was no denying it. He stood so elegantly, even if he wasn’t dressed in his finest clothes.

“Oh! Hi, Hyunjin!” You greeted as you walked over to him. He smiled at you. “This is my roommate, Jisung and our co-, uh, friend, Minho.” You signaled to each of them as you introduced them.

“Nice to meet you.” Minho said and shook Hyunjin’s hand. Jisung hesitantly followed.

“You too.” Hyunjin added. “Shall we go? The reservation’s in 20.” You nodded.

“Have fun, boys!” You said whilst grabbing your coat and purse. “I’ll see you two later.” You stepped out of the apartment, followed by Hyunjin as he closed the door after himself.

Jisung and Minho stepped closer to the door and faintly heard Hyunjin say something along the lines of “Y/N, you look great, by the way”. Jisung scoffed when he heard that. He plopped down on the couch, Minho sat down beside him. Jisung turned on his PS5 and continued his latest loaded game of Spider-Man: Miles Morales.

“You want to have a go?” He asked in realization of his rude welcoming. Minho nodded and Jisung handed him his controller. Jisung sighed. “I just don’t get why she’s going to dinner with him. Like, is he really that interesting? You know, handsome people are usually very superficial, right? Excluding you, of course.” Minho blushed at his comment, but Jisung didn’t take notice, being too focused on watching Minho play.

“Do you think he’s interested in her?”

“Um…” Minho looked at Jisung, who was looking at Minho expectantly. It was a bit strange to him that you were having dinner with one of the artists too. “She’s Y/N, so probably. But, that doesn’t mean that she’s interested in him, right?”

“Yeah. He’s not really her type, I think. But…” Jisung whined. “What if he is? I read the way she talked about him in her article.”

“Dude, calm down.”

“I can’t!” Jisung complained. “What if it is a date?”

“I don’t think she would’ve agreed to a date with him when she knows that you’re here. Trust her a little.”

“I trust Y/N with my heart.” Jisung asserted. “It’s the artist that I don’t trust, Hyunjin or whatever his stupid name is…” They stared at the gameplay whilst Jisung gave Minho some tips.

“Can I read the article?” Minho suddenly asked.

“Duh. Let me pull it up.” Jisung searched for the article on his phone and handed it to Minho.

Jisung scanned Minho’s expression as he read the article. Minho furrowed his brows, he didn’t understand if you were being biased throughout the article because you really liked the pieces or because Jisung was right and you and Hyunjin were flirting. He felt strange while reading your praises towards Hyunjin and his art, he missed when you complimented him. Those feelings confused him even more, why did he feel this particular way? It’s just you. His friend. His everlasting crush’s situationship, right?

“So, what did you think? Absurd, right? Not the writing itself, but the way she expressed her admiration for him isn’t normal.” Jisung complained, Minho gave him his phone back.

“She usually doesn’t give out this flattery to just anyone.” Minho pointed out. “So, in that sense, it is strange. But, I don’t think she’d write such a piece if she were, uh, romantically interested in him.” Jisung rolled his eyes.

“Hyung!” He whined. “She said I was her roommate. Just her roommate.”

“And what are you to her, then…?”

“Uh… Well… we have been, you know, intimate… a few times.” He answered while looking down.

“I know, I saw you kissing.” Minho snickered. “But you aren’t her partner, right?”

“Shit, I’m not… She’s totally going to fall in love him, Minho. I’m going to die.”

“Jisung, chill, please. She won’t. She respects you enough to, at least, talk to you first. I know that.” Minho remarked, his heart sinking as he said that, confused at his own feelings. “Plus, you are not going to die if Y/N gets a boyfriend that’s not you.”

“Agh! I hate this.” Jisung protested. “Do you want to play It Takes Two?” Minho nodded. Jisung handed him a purple controller that Minho knew was yours.

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Meanwhile, you were having a great dinner at a nice, Italian restaurant with Hyunjin. Hyunjin was a perfect mix of intriguing, funny and charming. He listened to your stories intently and always had a thoughtful response.

“I felt really honored when I read the article, by the way.” Hyunjin remarked. “You can ask my assistant, I blushed non-stop for, like, an hour.”

“Ah, it was nothing that you didn’t deserve. Your exhibit meant a lot to me.” You replied, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t usually go out… I’m really busy with work. But, I felt that we had a connection when we met. I think you understand me.”

“I really enjoyed our conversation that day too.” You agreed. “I’d love to review other collections of yours if you have other exhibits.” Hyunjin blushed at that and smiled in a way that his eyes crinkled.

“I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.” He started, “It’s still relatively early but I’m planning on opening a gallery soon… and I’d love to start a magazine like yours but just about art. I don’t have a huge budget yet but I’d love to have you on my team…” You stayed silent, taking in what he had just expressed to you.

“Sorry if it was too much… I just… ah, I feel like a creep… I kind of stalked your other articles and I really liked your style.” He added. “I know you’re really busy right now. But, I also know that you’d bring so much knowledge to the team. I just had to take a chance..” You chuckled.

“Hyunjin, you’re flattering me too much.” You said. “I’d love to write some pieces for your magazine when the time comes. You don’t have to be so anxious.” He gave a sigh of relief.

“Ah, Y/N. I practiced telling you like a million times.” He recounted. “My heart is beating so fast and my palms are crazy sweaty.”

“Please, I think you’d be helping me more than I’d be helping you.” You remarked.

“Are you kidding? You’re amazing. I’m enamored by your columns. I wish I could write like you do.”

“I mean, I have a whole degree on journalism so it’s not really talent, just something that I developed through the years…” You joked, he giggled.

“I’m so happy you said yes. Once I have everything confirmed, I’ll send you a contract. I hope to have a bit more budget by then.”

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. I’m always happy to help out a friend.” You reassured. “It’s my pleasure, always.”

He smiled at you, genuinely. You enjoyed Hyunjin’s company, he had made a hell of an impression inside and outside of a professional environment. Your ultimate goal was to revive The Collective Muse, but it didn’t hurt to get extra income and work on something that you truly love and, consequently, enjoy. Plus, you had a mind full of ideas that would work best in an art-centered magazine instead of a multi-media one.

Hyunjin insisted on paying for dinner and wine, which you drank a lot of after the work-related conversation. He walked you to your front door with promises of another dinner soon to talk about the gallery and the magazine. Hyunjin hugged you goodbye, his warmth felt nice against your tipsiness. You waved goodbye as you entered the apartment, locking the front door behind you.

You encountered Minho and Jisung pausing their game to stare blankly at you. Their expressions were judgy, like they were examining you. You noticed that there were several empty glasses of beer and soju bottles on the table in front of the sofa. Minho and Jisung giggled when they saw you, you rolled your eyes but smiled at the two drunk dorks in front of you.

“It seems like you had a lot of fun, huh?” You asked, while leaning down to unbuckle the straps of your heels.

“Yeah! You could’ve been here.” Jisung said in between laughs. Minho leaned into him and laughed some more.

“I have to go.” Minho said, almost seriously if it weren’t for his sheepish smile.

“There’s no way that you’re leaving in this state…” You said, “you’re staying here tonight..”

“My mom’s waiting up.” Minho said, giggling. You sat in-between them on the spacious sofa.

“Text her that you’re staying here, then.”

“Yeah, Minho. Do it.” Jisung agreed. “It’s been ages since you’ve slept over.” Your own tipsiness made you giggle at that. “You can borrow my clothes too.”

“Okay!” Minho said without hesitation. After that, you knew for a fact that Minho was drunk. You weren’t strangers to sleeping in the same place, having to do it on multiple occasions for business trips, but otherwise, Minho would always deny to stay at anyone’s house.

“Sooooo, how was your date with Yonjun?” Jisung asked with a scoff.

“It's Hyunjin; and, for the last time, it wasn’t a date. We’re just getting to know each other in a professional manner…”

“What? Like you and Jisung?” Minho snarked. Jisung laughed and high-fived Minho.

“No! He wants me to write for a magazine that he’s planning to debut soon.” You replied. Jisung’s expression changed.

“What? Are you going to leave me alone like Minho hyung did?” He slurred his words.

“Hey! I left you alone because you kissed Y/N!” Minho argued. “Wait, that sounds wrong. You and Y/N kissed. I saw you…” He made a silly face when he said the last part so you knew he wasn’t actually angry at that moment. Minho and Jisung, in their drunk state, were wondering why Minho phrased it like that.

“Okay, I’m cutting you guys off before you actually start fighting.” You said. You reached to Minho and grabbed the beer from his hands.

“Hey, hyung. What if we go for a drive now? Can we go get food?” Jisung giggled, Minho nodded enthusiastically.

“God, please, don’t.” You said. “Take a shower. You both reek of alcohol.” You looked over at Minho.

“Fine.” They said in unison.

You sat on the sofa and texted Hyunjin your gratitude for the dinner. You waited for them to finish showering because you were concerned that they could really go for a drive in this state. Minho was the first to join you, he was wearing Jisung’s clothes, which were a little too tight on him. His muscles bulged through the shirt and sweats that he was wearing. You almost blushed when he sat next to you, putting an arm around you and cuddling close to you. Jisung joined you not long after, you were used to seeing Jisung like this; he wore a matching plaid pajama set, he switched his contacts for glasses.

You made sure take all of the car keys to the bathroom when you showered. The hot water almost made you sober up. You exited the bathroom, wearing a light purple sleeping shirt and silk matching shorts. You became conscious of the fact that you no longer owned more conservative pajamas.

“Okay, guys. You can go to Jisung’s room.” You said. They stared back at you, and you placed your hands on your hips. “What now?”

“Can we sleep in your room?” Jisung asked. You sighed and rolled your eyes. You had a huge bed and you took pride in it; Jisung, on the other hand, had a single twin-sized bed. To his defense, Jisung slept on your bed during most nights.

“Do you absolutely have to?” You asked, they nodded in unison. “Fine, but no snoring or you’re out.” You turned your heel and walked towards your room.

The room was messy, but you couldn’t bother to clean it up before they invaded your space. Still, it made you more comfortable knowing that they couldn’t get up and do anything their drunk hearts desired without waking you up. You ultimately agreed for the latter reason.

Minho entered the room first, he had never been inside your room before. It looked like you: messy, artistic but cozy. The walls were painted a dark magenta color, that was almost nauseating to Minho’s minimalistic preferences. Your walls were covered in framed k-pop posters and other framed art pieces and prints that you had collected throughout the years.

You had plushies all over your room: on your vanity, on your night stand, on the bed, even on the floor. Next to the door, he noticed a half-full bookshelf, he briefly stared at it to see both art and literature books (as well as some of your old university textbooks). The room had a very characteristic scent, it smelled of lavender and the musty scent of your old books. He smiled at upon analyzing the room, it was so you.

You stared at Minho, who had spent a few minutes just scanning your room. Weird behavior, but not entirely unexpected from a drunk person. Jisung walked in a few minutes later like he owned the place, contrasting Minho’s own reaction upon entering the room. Jisung felt more at home in your room than he did in his, while Minho felt like he was invading your temple. Jisung basked in the familiar smell, he greeted your favorite plushie and helped you remove the rest of them from the bed.

He turned on your TV without asking and put on your (collective) favorite show that you had rewatched together for the nth time. None of you actually intended to watch the show, but Jisung knew that you couldn’t fall asleep in complete silence; not even the sounds of the nightlife outside would get you to slumber. He turned off the lights, only leaving a small Pochacco nightlight on in the corner of the room, aside from the television.

“Okay, what about the sleeping arrangements?” You asked. Jisung was already laying down on the left side of the bed.

“You sleep in the middle!” Jisung replied and he patted the spot next to him.

“Are you okay with that?” You asked Minho, he nodded and yawned in response.

You laid down next to Jisung, his familiar warmth and scent engulfing your senses. Minho took a while but eventually laid down next to you, the dip he made on the bed was foreign to you, his warmth was unknown. You laid on your side facing Jisung instead of Minho, Jisung was facing you too.

On the other hand, Minho faced the wall, his deep breaths suggested that he had already fallen asleep. Jisung took that as an opportunity to press his lips on your. You, who had your eyes closed, were taken aback from that because Jisung was always discrete when he kissed you, never doing it directly in front of anyone. He pressed his lips against yours a bit harder. You parted your lips and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His kisses were always messy, his lips chapped, his tongue tasted minty against yours. Jisung pulled away from the kiss and smiled sheepishly.

“Y/N… Please.” He groaned as he pressed his hips to your stomach, making you feel his growing bulge. You looked back at Minho, it seemed that he was unsuspectingly asleep and you felt guilty to have even considered being intimate with Jisung next to him.

“Minho’s asleep, Ji.” You whispered. “We can do it in the morning when he leaves…”

“I need you, Y/N. I don’t care if Minho’s here… Hell, he can join in if he wants to.” Jisung raised his voice a little, only to be shushed by you. He answered you by kissing your neck. “Seeing you with Hyunjin made me, ugh, so frustrated. You looked so good tonight. It almost makes me mad that he didn’t even try to make a move on you.” Jisung talked in between sucking hickeys into your neck. “But, you’re ours, ri- You’re mine, right?” You nodded, letting the feeling of Jisung’s lips against your sweet spots take over you.

“Ji, we have to stop, okay?” You moaned into his ear, “it’s not fair to Minho. I’m yours, I’ll be here in the morning. I’ll call in sick, we can have sex all day, okay?” Jisung scoffed but eventually nodded, separating from your neck with a pop. He placed a kiss upon your lips.

“Deal.” He said and smiled dreamily, his eyes were heavy with lust and sleep. “I love you. I love you so much, you know that, right? I’d do anything for you.”

“I know, baby. I love you too. I love you.” You replied and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Goodnight.” He already had his eyes closed, you smiled at him. Jisung always looked so angelic when he slept, his lips were slightly parted, his long lashes fell upon his cheeks. He was always so sleepy when he drank, it made your heart warm.

Unbeknownst to you and Jisung, Minho was wide awake; his heart was beating at a mile a minute. He felt his sweats tighten the second he heard the sound of you and Jisung making out. He felt his cock leaking pre cum as soon as he heard your moans, begging Jisung to stop before it escalated.

His heart nearly leaped out of his chest when Jisung said that he could join if he wanted. He so desperately wanted to. Minho swore that he could’ve cum untouched if you kept going at it with how much his cock was throbbing. He wanted to call out to you both, he wanted to join but he couldn’t get himself to make a sound. He tried his best to fall asleep, but how could he? Was this even real life? His mind was hazy with the remaining alcohol in his system, he could’ve swore that he was dreaming. Eventually he did drift off to sleep.

Your eyes shot open in the middle of the night. You had a bad habit of sleeping with your phone and were able to check the time: 3:28 am. You were still facing Jisung who had turned to face away from you but you could faintly hear his light snores. In your sleepy haze, you didn’t even notice that there was an arm draped against your stomach. Even worse, once you noticed that, you also noticed something poking your backside and Minho’s breath against the back of your neck. Goosebumps appeared all over your body and you quickly tried to escape Minho’s iron grip on you. Since you couldn’t, you shifted to face Minho. And, what a mistake that was.

Minho’s beauty was just ethereal and everlasting. His lips were parted, revealing a bit of his two front teeth, his lashes were long and curled against his prominent cheekbones, his hair was disheveled, covering part of his eyes. You couldn’t believe that Minho was a real, natural human being and not a creation of artificial intelligence. You stared at his lips, rosy pink with a prominent cupid’s bow, tempted to taste them. A feeling that you had hidden deep down inside of you when your godforsaken or god-given love triangle started to unravel.

You quickly remembered Jisung’s earlier words: Hell, he can join in if he wants. You closed your eyes at an ill attempt to fall asleep. Did Jisung want Minho too? You knew that Minho had a crush on Jisung, but did he even find you attractive? Did Jisung know something you didn’t? Was he aware that once upon a time you had feelings for Minho? Was Minho even sexually attracted to women? All of these questions raced through your mind, stopping as you felt a warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes shot open once again and looked directly at Minho. Your heart was beating rapidly, your skin again adorned with goosebumps. Minho caressed your cheek. He leaned closer to you, looking at your lips and into your eyes for approval.

“Min…” You whispered, none of you closed the distance.

“Am I wrong for wanting to kiss you?” He asked in a hushed voice, you felt his breath against your mouth.

“You like Jisung… not me. It’s him that you want to kiss…”

“I want to you too. I've wanted you since we met..." He paused, “let me taste him off you.” He said and that was all it took for you to press your lips against him. The feeling of his lips on yours was very… new. He felt different, like when you buy a new perfume after having used the same one for many years. His lips weren’t all that chapped, he tasted like as if he applied lip balm recently. He was smooth against you- so uncannily smooth. From the moment that you kissed him, you knew that this would be a vice too difficult to overcome. And, of course, you didn’t really want to overcome it either. You had thought about kissing Minho many times since you met him. When you learned that he had feelings for Jisung, you tried to repress your attraction for Minho.

Minho licked your bottom lip, making you part them in response. You slipped your tongue inside his mouth, something he didn’t expect. You, kissing him with such fervor, the way he knew that you kissed Jisung earlier. Minho couldn’t taste Jisung, not when he was too busy tasting you. Deep inside, he prayed that Jisung would kiss him when he woke up, he prayed that your relationship didn’t get damaged because of this. Especially after Jisung’s jealousy with Hyunjin. Why was he any different? Minho pulled away to look at you.

You looked divine to him, like one of the work of arts you were so obsessed with. Beautiful and raw and real. He moved so he could lay on top of you, you parted your legs to grant him some space. He pressed his lips onto yours once again but soon started peppering your neck with kisses as well, tracing over the darkened bruises Jisung left earlier. He stopped when he reached your sleep shirt and looked at you for permission. You raised your arms, Minho pulled your shirt up.

Once the shirt was off, you felt the cool breeze of the room on your skin; your nipples pebbled at the new feeling. Minho stared at you in awe. He continued kissing down your chest until he reached your breasts; he, then, took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you squirm in the process. Minho moaned when he heard you, he ground his hips into your thighs, too close but too far from where you needed him the most.

He continued to suck and pull at your nipple, occasionally looking towards Jisung to make sure that he was still asleep. You wouldn’t tell Minho, but you knew that Jisung had woken up because he stopped snoring. If Jisung didn’t complain, then it was okay to keep going. Minho’s hands roamed from your breasts to your waist to your hips and back. His small, dainty hands had such a strong hold on you. Minho suddenly stopped and sat up to look at Jisung for a moment.

“Min…” You moaned.

“Don’t stop on my account.” Jisung interrupted while turning to face you with a shit-eating grin. “It’s seriously hot as fuck.”

“Ji…” You moaned as Minho pressed his knee onto your core.

“You’re enjoying yourself, baby?” Jisung asked, you desperately nodded. Minho smirked and kissed down your stomach. “Yeah, hyung. You better please my girl or you won’t get her again.” Minho moaned against your stomach at that. You reached to grab Jisung’s arm but he pulled away from you. Minho stopped to see his next move. “I think I’d prefer watching for now.”

He continued kissing down your tummy until he reached the waistline of your sleeping shorts. He looked at you for approval and then at Jisung. You both nodded. Minho lowered your shorts and underwear alongside, revealing your wet pussy to both him and Jisung. Minho stared once again in awe, your folds were soaked, matting the hair on your pussy.

“A bush? How cute.” Minho remarked as he gathered some of your slick on his fingers. You moaned at the foreign feeling of his fingers on your pussy. He slipped one finger in and started to drag it inside and out of you.

“Add one more. And curl it. She likes that.” Jisung commented. You snapped your head towards him to see him sitting at the end of the bed with his long, pretty cock in his hand, in all his glory. Minho followed Jisung’s suggestion, you moaned at the feeling of another finger inside of you. Minho took that opportunity to rub your clit, making you see stars. His hands were soft —softer than Jisung’s calloused ones from playing guitar and working out— they were smaller too, almost gentle inside of you. Your vision shifted from Minho to Jisung and you could barely register your nearing orgasm until Minho removed his fingers.

“I would’ve added another finger but I don’t think your tight little pussy could fit it.” He said as he brought a finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste of your fluids. “I’d rather have you cum on my tongue, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh yeah, she tastes so good, hyung. You’re going to love her.” Jisung said and he sped up his strokes. Minho lowered his head down to meet your core. He gave your clit a few experimental licks, making your squirm beneath him. You suppressed your moans but a whimper came out of you instead. Jisung moved from the end of the bed to your side. He cradled your face with his free hand.

“Ji… can I?” You asked, he shook his head.

“Focus on hyung now.” He answered. “You can have me later, baby.” He held your hand, lowering his face to kiss it. Minho sucked your clit and then, swirled his tongue around it. You knew Minho liked to eat and if he tasted his meals like he tasted you, you prayed to be his meal everyday. He ate you out as if he were starving. He occasionally groaned against your cunt, making your whole body jerk. Your orgasm creeped up to you. You almost saw heaven when it washed over you. Your body convulsed against Minho and Jisung held you down as Minho ate you out through your orgasm. Jisung stopped jerking off, or he would cum from that glorious sight.

When Minho sat up, Jisung slid over to him, pressing his lips upon Minho’s. Jisung moaned at the unfamiliar familiarity of your taste against Minho’s unknown mouth. Minho opened his mouth so Jisung could slip his tongue inside of his. Minho’s longest awaited kiss was everything he dreamed of. He still tasted you, your sweetness mixed with Jisung’s was worth a starved man’s last meal.

Minho knew that there was no going back from this. That he was equally in love with with you and Jisung and he begged the Universe to let you both be in love with him too. To get you to forgive him for being a coward instead of staying with you both. Minho’s eyes watered. No other feeling in this world would compare to what he was feeling now.

He was sobered up on alcohol but oh, so drunk in love, lust and, hopefully, not limerence. Jisung was the one who pulled away from Minho. Both of their faces were flushed and messy with saliva. They looked over at you; you were staring at them, hazy with lust, rubbing your clit. They looked at each other, in silent agreement, Minho lowered his pants to reveal his member. His size was impressive by all means, more in girth than in length; whereas Jisung’s was longer rather than thicker. Both of their cocks were adorned with unruly pubic hair. You almost let out a moan when Minho pumped his cock.

Minho looked at you and at Jisung, once again asking for permission; Jisung nodded, and you did too. He shifted himself to his knees and places his tip against your entrance. A tight fit. He rubbed his tip through your folds and coated it with the remains of your release. He experimentally pressed his cock against your entrance. You moaned at the size of his tip entering you. He lightly thrusted his tip in and out of you. Fitting him was a stretch but pleasure is best when it’s mixed with pain, in your honest opinion.

“Min… you can keep going. I can take it.” You pleaded. Jisung took his place, once again, next to you. Minho nodded and sunk his cock inside of you, inch by inch. Your body felt ablaze, you had to hold on to Jisung as Minho bottomed inside of you.

“Fuck! This feeling… I’ve never felt something like this.” He whimpered, leaning down to kiss you, but keeping his hips still. You felt Jisung’s free hand caress your hair. You clenched at the feeling of both Minho and Jisung in such close proximity to you. Minho had his eyes shut, furrowed brows making him look more unbelievably beautiful. You looked up to see Jisung smiling at you ever so dearly. You lifted yourself up, pressing your chest against Minho’s; Jisung slipped behind you. Your head fell upon his chest and you felt this naked member against your back, slick and wet. Jisung ground his hips against your back as Minho started thrusting inside of you.

“You feel so good inside me, Min.” Your voice was breathy, his lips ghosted against yours. What a beautiful place to be, in between the two people you love the most in this lifetime. He smiled against your lips when he heard you. He kept thrusting at a slow pace, he wanted to take his time with you; because he wasn’t sure if things would play out in his favor tomorrow, when all is said and done. He thrusted a bit harder, reaching the deepest crevices of your sex. You involuntarily clenched against him, cursing.

“Baby, if you keep doing that I’ll cum. I want to pleasure you. I want you to love it. I want you to love me.” He said in between pants, whispering the last part in a way that you couldn’t tell if it actually happened. You clenched around him again, his broken, whiny voice taking the feeling to another level. You could feel Jisung’s pre-cum stain your back as he rutted against it, keeping up with Minho’s pace.

“Min… faster, please. I want you to come so badly, my love, please.” You whimpered. Minho obliged without a second thought. He quickened his pace, thrusting hard and fast, his cock shifting inside and outside of you. The friction of being inside you was almost unbearable to him. His face was gorgeous, even when erratic. You moaned his name. That was his last straw. His orgasm, much like yours, took him by surprise, not being able to pull out of you. He spilled ropes of his cum into you. He gave you everything he had: mind, body and soul. Minho swore that this had been the longest orgasm of his life, taking a few minutes to compose himself.

“I love you.” He confessed followed by a kiss to your lips in such an earnest manner. With that kiss, he wanted you to know that he was yours. Irrevocably so. Jisung placed a kiss on your head, to let you know that everything was okay. You were flushed and panted against Minho’s mouth. You kissed him back. Minho had never said he loved you before, not as a friend or anything else. You knew that he did love you, but hearing it from him meant a lot to you. Minho mustered up the strength to pull out of you, hissing at the feeling. He took a second to gawk at your spent cunt, looking so delicious drenched in white.

“Nuh-uh. I can see what you’re thinking. It’s my turn now.” Jisung snarked, lightly pushing Minho to the side. “Is this okay, baby?” He rubbed the tip of his cock on your already soaked folds. You nodded. Then, he pressed into you. Minho’s cum felt hot inside of you and Jisung’s throbbing cock felt familiar, even with the unfamiliar feeling of someone else’s cum inside of you. Having Jisung’s cock inside of you elevated the feeling. Jisung started thrusting in and out of you, with every thrust a bit of Minho’s cum trickled down your ass. Minho sat back and enjoyed the moment, the two loves of his life making love. His now-clothed cock slightly swelling up at the sight.

“Baby, I’ve been waiting so long to cum… I’m not going to last. I’ll make it up to you.” Jisung moaned against your chest as he sucked hickeys into your breasts.

“Ji, I want to make you feel good. You’ve made me feel so good…” You moaned as Jisung sped up his thrusts. You were sure that you couldn’t cum again, but that didn’t matter. Jisung’s hips stilled not long after, his own ropes of cum joining Minho’s in the depths of your sex. Jisung panted into you, dropping his head on your shoulder. He kissed it before kissing your lips.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He said. He looked over at Minho, who had the most enamored expression that you have ever seen. “I love you too, Minho.” He leaned into Minho and pressed a kiss into his lips.

“I love you both.” You added. “Thank you for this.” Jisung pulled out of you swiftly and you hissed at the feeling. He and Minho stared at your cunt, it was so full.

You felt so full. Full of them, full of experience, full of love. Without the need to contemplate if limerence was in place or not. You now knew, that it was love coating your insides. You felt love when you looked at the two people next to you and you knew they felt it too, when they looked at each other and when they looked at you.

Jisung disappeared into the hall, coming back with some wipes and water. After they cleaned you up, Minho and Jisung cuddled to each of your sides. Minho’s previous iron grip on you softened and Jisung peppered your shoulder with kisses as he whispered sweet-nothings to you as you drifted off to sleep.

What a beautiful place to be, in between the two people you love most in the world. What a beautiful feeling it is, to be loved by them in return.

To be continued...

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freshstitches · 2 years ago

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One of my posts keeps getting reblogged with hashtags like

It's funny because a while ago, I made a few KNITTING patterns that purposefully look like CROCHET.

I call it faux-chet.

Off the hook shawl - yes, it's knit.

Some of you may find these patterns interesting, they're all I cord based stitches. I know that most of these would be basic projects to crochet, but not everybody knows how. I designed these for people who want the look but don't have time or the desire to learn a new craft.

Loaded Taco Shawl

Another advantage of these faux-chet patterns is that they use a lot less yarn than crochet. The taco above uses i cord like chain stitch, it only weighs 85 g. The boardwalk wrap and top below mimics fillet crochet openwork.

All of these faux-chet patterns are made with a technique that I call the lattice stitch. I made a YouTube playlist of the basics and sometimes teach classes on this topic.

I named this pattern Definitely a Knit Shawl to avoid Ravelry mods relabeling it AND included photos of it on the needles to prove that is actually knitted. I have had arguments with people who think that I just crochet poorly and that's why my stitches look funny.

If you think the stitch is interesting, you should definitely check it out. The YouTube videos are free and I have plenty more patterns on my Ravelry page that use this technique.

#knitting #textile #yarn #crafts #faux-chet #fauxcrochet #knit boldly #can't crochet

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writtenbyan-aries · 5 months ago

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It can live here until you’re ready to write it. I just don’t want to forget it 😘

Reader helps design and sell xplr merch for the guys. They are a long time friend that Sam has been into for years (reader is into him too) but for whatever reason Colby and reader are closer. Sam gets jealous/angry even though Colby is with Malia and will ignore or be rude to reader until Colby outs their feelings for each other. Reader and Malia can be super close too since she helps with merch a lot as well ☺️

Basically jealous Sam over readers friendship with Colby bc he looovvveeeeessss them 😆

Summary: I think @thesarahn summed it up perfectly!

Warnings: smut, swearing, friends to lovers, tension, unprotected sex, angsty fluff

Word Count: 2.8k | unedited

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“Yeah, I think of we move this down to here, and then add something in that area it would look cute. Like the words on the bottom of the ghost and maybe some flowers or something?” You look at Colby and he nods slowly as he studies the design in front of him, “You know what, I actually like that idea.”

He points, “Have like the, x, p, l, r, here.” He drags his finger, “And then have the ghost in front of the flowers. Yeah.” He nods, giving you a smile, “I like that.”

You hear the front door open and you glance back, “That Sam or Malia?”

He shrugs, “Could be either.”

Malia walks through the door and you smile, “Hey girl hey.”

She laughs, walking up, “Hey.” She gasps, “Oh this is so cute!” She studies the design, “This is going to be the first one to sell out.”

“You think so?” Colby spins his chair towards her and she nods, “Yeah, you have quite the designer.” She smiles at you and you shrug, “I try.”

“Where’s Sam?” She looks around and you shrug, “No idea.”

“He said he had some errands to run.” Colby shrugs, “I’m not sure. He’s been weird lately.”

“Huh, okay.” You shake your head, “Okay so for the color-“ you swipe through, “I did a pink flower version, a blue, white, and green. And clearly on the white shirts they’ll have to be black and so on.”

“I like the pink one.” Malia nods, “That little ghost is just adorable, I can’t get over it.”

Sam walks in, “What do we have?” He walks around to stand by Malia, “Oh I like this. Are we-“

“Yeah, she’s going to move the lettering down bellow and she added a flower print.” Colby swipes through, “I think it’s good.”

“I have another design I’m working on, too.” You pick up your iPad and go to it, “I was thinking something along the lines of crew necks with a little design on the left chest area.”

You lay the iPad down and all three of them agree.

You smile, “Thank you, thank you.” You pick up your iPad again, “oh, Colby. I can finish these tonight and then I can come by tomorrow for you to okay them and then we can send them to the team?”

Colby nods, “Yeah, what time did you say again?”

“Ten. After that I have a meeting at noon with the marketing team to get your stuff into hot topic and then I have a dinner with my mom.”

“You’ll be okay if I just okay them, right?” Colby looks at Sam, “You have that meeting at ten with the Faulkner’s about that hotel at nine thirty.”

You can see Sam looks a little upset, but he brushes it off, “Yeah, dude. I trust you.”

Sam glances at you then to the door, “Oh, Colby.” He looks down at him, “I have to call The Stanley here in a few to get the dates we want to go straightened out if you want to join.”

He nods, “Yeah, I’ll be down.”

You watch as Sam walks away and you let out a sigh, “Alright. I’m going to head home, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

They bid their goodbyes and as you’re walking down the steps, Sam glances over at you, “You’re leaving?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’m going to go home so I can work on these. I can send you the final projects once I’m done?”

He shakes his head, “Just bring them tomorrow and let Colby okay them.” You furrow your brows, “Um, okay? Are you okay? Colby said you’ve been acting weird.” You walk over to him and he laughs slightly, “I’m fine. Just stressed.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“No.”

The speed of which he answered makes you feel like it’s something deeper than just being stressed. You’ve known sam for years. You can read him like a book normally, and right now, the pages are all sticking together.

“Ah, okay. Well if you-“

His phone rings and he nods, “Yeah, thanks.” He put the phone to his ear, “Hello? Yeah, let me go grab Colby.” He walks away and you head to the door. Your mind swirling with possibilities as to what could be bothering Sam.

You liked Sam, a lot, but with how he was acting, it made it seem like he didn’t want that. Like he picked up on it and decided that instead of just talking to you like an adult, he was just going to be an asshole, which also was very unlike Sam.

Later on that night, you decided to just call Colby with you exciting idea, “Hey.”

“What’s up?” Colby answers, and you sigh, “Is Sam there? I have an idea that I think you both need to hear.”

You heard Sam in the background, “Who is it?”

“It’s y/n. She said she has an idea.” Colby pauses and lets out a sigh, “I’ll tell him then, what’s your idea?”

“Did he leave the room?”

Colby’s silence is enough of an answer, so you force yourself to perk up, “Anyway. My idea. I was thinking we could print a hundred, maybe two, just plain black and white xplr hoodies and have you and Sam personally sign them. I think they’d sell out fast.”

“That’s actually a really good idea.” Colby agrees, “I think they’d sell out fast, too. Do you have a design made up, because now that I’m thinking about it, I’m actually really excited about that.”

“Yeah, I can send it the group chat. Hold on.” You put your phone on speaker and grab your iPad, “It’s just a white logo, and I was thinking you guys could just sign the X part of it.” You send it and wait for Colby’s reaction.

“It’s such a simple design, but I feel like our signatures make it more genuine. You know?” He sighs, “I love this idea.”

You laugh, chewing on your cheek, “Am I on speaker?”

“Not anymore. What’s up?”

“Today. When I was leaving, Sam was weird towards me.”

“Weird how?” He asks, “Was he in a mood? He was in one after we got off the call with the Stanley.” You nod to yourself, “I asked him if he was good and he said he was stressed and then walked away.”

“Hmm.” Colby sighs, “I think I know what’s going on with him. But only he can do something about it.”

“What do you-“

“Gotta go. Great idea. See you tomorrow.” Colby hangs up and you scoff, “Uh, alright.”

A few days later, you get the first shipment of sweatshirts in. Within those few days, Colby was really the only person you talked to about anything. Sam would be there, but he wouldn’t be there.

It almost felt like he was ignoring you, or trying to at least.

“What’s up with Sam?” Malia asks, and you look at her, “I have no idea. I wish he would just talk to me. He’s been avoiding me for days is what it feels like.” You open the box and start pulling sweatshirts out, “He acts like I can’t tell when something is bothering him. I’ve known him for years, like.” You sigh and look up at Malia, “Sorry. I’m just-“

“Do you like him?” She smiles and you try to play it off, “No, we’re just friends.”

“Mm.” She raises her brows, “That’s not what Colby said, but.. okay.” She looks up and you tilt your head, “what did he say exactly.”

As she goes to speak, Colby walks in, “Were done with those sweatshirts. I think Sam is going live here in a few, so if you just want to bring us in more hoodies that would be great.” He walks up to Malia and kisses her head.

“we’ll be right in.” You smile at Colby and watch as he walks away before looking at Malia, “As you were about to say.”

She laughs, “The other day, I asked Colby if you two secretly hated each other.”

“I don’t hate Sam.” You shake your head and she nods, “No, I know that. But the reason I asked if you liked him, is because Colby said you both are so in love with each other, yet you both are choosing to do nothing about it.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up, making because you knew Colby was right.

She smirks, walking around, “Just tell him. I can tell Sam likes you, too.”

She grabs an arm full of hoodies, “Come on.”

You grab hoodies and walk into the room behind them. You smile as you see Sam and Colby talking to the fans on live, mainly complaining about their hand’s are cramping up from signing so much.

“This is all for you guys.” Sam points his sharpie at the phone, “We’re signing as fast as we can sign.” He turns, his eyes meeting yours before he looks down to sign a sweatshirt.

Him and Colby trade places, “Malia and y/n just brought more hoodies in for us to sign.” He turns the phone towards you and her, “Say hi!”

You and Malia wave, “Hiiii!”

He turns it back, “We’ll be on the lookout for people tagging us in their posts with them, wearing or whatever with these hoodies.”

Sam nods, “We’re excited to see it!”

“Catch you in a little bit, guys.” Colby smiles and ends the live, “You brought more?”

Malia nods, “Sure did.” She pats the pile with her hand and you look up, “Are you guys taking a break or are you going to keep signing?”

Sam ignores you, flipping through the hoodies and signing each one. Colby looks from Sam to you, “I think we’re just going to keep signing them.” He looks at Malia and she nods, “Come on, let’s go get more.”

You walk out with her following to get more. Eventually, after grabbing some downtime, you sit on one of the offices, working on some more designs.

You perk up a little when the sound of Colby yelling for Sam outside the door catches your attention.

“Yo, Sam, where ya going?”

You look over at Malia and you both were up, moving as quick and quietly to the door as you could.

“Colby.” Sam sighs, “Just go back and sign the hoodies. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Not until you tell me what has been up your ass.”

You raise your brows and put your hand over your mouth, Malia doing the same as you go back to listening.”

“Nothing. Just like I said a few days ago, I’m stressin’ out with all the filming we have to do within the next few weeks.” Sam replies, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something, dude.” Colby is persistent, “I want to help you out. It seems like it’s more than just stress.”

You furrow your brows as you wait for Sam to answer.

He doesn’t, and Colby picks up, “Dude, if you’re in love with her, just say that.” Sam scoffs, “What good would that do? She seems to like hanging out and talking to you more than she does with me.”

“Why do you think she’s been hanging out with me and Malia more? Calling me instead of you? Because you’re being an asshole.” Colby pauses, “I’m telling you right now, Sam. That girl is head over heels for you, if you don’t believe me, ask Malia.”

Malia presses her finger to her lips and opens the door to walk out, “Ask Malia what?” The door closes behind her and you can’t help but feel a little more thankful for the two of them.

“Nothing.” Sam mumbles, and Colby laughs, “That y/n and Sam don’t hate each other and that they are infact in love with each other, but yet either of them refuse to do anything about it.”

Sam lets out a sigh, “Just-“ you see the handle on the door go down and you back up, pressing your back against the wall, “Go.. sign the hoodies, I’ll be back out in a sec.”

The door pushes open and Sam walks in. The door closes behind him and you stand there, eyes on him as he faces away from you. He turns around, freezing when he sees you, “I-I, um.” He runs a hand through his hair, “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it.”

He nods, “Um, I guess..” He takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry for treating you the way I have.” He steps towards you, “I didn’t know what came over me. I just seen you being close with Colby, even though I know he’s with Malia, I just-“

“Sam.”

“Yeah?” He sighs, looking up at you. You step towards him, “Do you love me?”

He nods, “For as long and more than you can ever imagine.” You walk over, hands on his neck to pull him into you for a kiss. His hands grip your waist, pulling you as close as possible.

“I love you, too.” You whisper, reconnecting your lips.

The kiss was deepened and next thing you know you’re on his lap , straddling his hips on the couch.

He rolls you over, laying you down as gently as he could, “Think you can take a break?” He kisses down your neck as you nod, “Yeah.” He kisses back up, holding himself up with one hand while he slips his hand under your sweatshirt with his other.

You gasp as his fingers pinch your nipple, moaning out quietly as he grips and kneads at your boob, “Don’t make me wait any longer, Sam.”

He pecks your lips, “You have a point.” He smiles as he sits up, working on pushing his own jeans down as he watches you get rid of your own. He leans forward, holding himself up as he slowly slips into you.

Your hands grab his shoulders and your legs wrap around his waist, “Fuck.” You gasp, feeling yourself stretch around him.

Sam reaches down, brushing hair from your face before connecting his lips with yours. He swallows your moans as he begins to thrust, slow and deep.

A few of his own moans slip out, “Fuck, baby.”

“Feels so good.”

His lips move with yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. His hand tightens its grip on your thigh as his pace picks up.

You tilt your head back, letting out a moan as your walls squeeze his cock, “F-fuck, Sam.” You look up at him, brows knitted together with pleasure, “Keep going.”

His eyes stay on yours as he keeps his pace steady. He watches as your eyes flutter closed before smashing his lips onto yours. They move in a heated passion, your hands exploring each others bodies as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“I love you.” You whimper, “So fucking much, Sam.”

“I love you, sweetheart.” He peppers kisses all over your face, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groans against your lips, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as his forehead rests on yours, “You’re perfect in every way.”

You moan as your back lifts from the couch, “So close.”

Sam kisses back your jaw, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You whine as your legs tighten, “F-fuck, yes, yes.” Your lips part as moans flow through them. Your thighs twitch around his hips as you come undone within his hold.

He kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at yours skin as he guides you through orgasm, “That’s it, baby. There you go.”

“You sound so pretty.”

“Makin’ me feel so good.” He groans, thrusts picking up, “You have me so close.”

You slide your hand into his hair, biting your lip as his moans fill your ears, “I like making you sound like this.” You whisper, “Fuck, Sam.”

“Anytime you want, baby. M’all yours.” He kisses your neck, burying his face in it as his thrusts grow sloppy.

He pulls your sweatshirt up before pulling out. He groans lowly as his cum shoots out to land on your waist. He lifts his head, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I’m sorry for being a jealous asshole.”

You smile, pressing your hands to his cheeks, “Apology accepted, baby.” You pull him in for a kiss, “Now get me something to clean up with, we have work to do.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you so much! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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invincibledc · 2 months ago

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⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS, BOY

. ݁ ˖꩜ KOLE ANDERS (OC) X BATSIB!READER

ᯓ★SYNOPSIS: yknow how Starfire was back in teen titans 2003 when Kitty asked robin for a date to her prom and she got jealous badly? Well, you have to go on a date with a son of a drug lord to find out what his father does only for Kole to not hold his jealousy in well.

ᯓ★GENRE: fluff + silly

ᯓ★INFO: takes place in the dcamu universe. this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the adoptive son of Kori/Starfire. Full HUMAN name, Kole Anders. His Tamaranean name is Koldond'r. Reader is the twin sibling of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically, plus freakishly tall like a Tamaranean should be.

ᯓ★WC: 1,131

“You are what?!” Kole exclaims incredulously as you receive your assignment to go undercover and meet the son of a drug lord.

“I’m going undercover to go on a date with a—” you begin, but Kole interrupts you, his surprise palpable.

“That’s absurd! My mother cannot seriously think this is a good idea! Why not send your twin brother, Damian?” He rushes over, gripping your shoulders, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern.

“Because Damian has made it clear he refuses to take on this mission, and frankly, he’d probably mess it up anyway with his liking for Raven,” you reply calmly. Kole's glowing green eyes narrow, and with a flash, he takes off, carrying you with him.

Before you know it, you're standing in front of the team and Kory, who is already aware of the chaos unfolding. Kole releases you, striding over to his adoptive mother, sharing her fiery curly mane of red hair.

“Mother, you must find a better candidate for this mission!” he implores, his voice filled with urgency. Kory anticipated his reaction but understands how critical your involvement is for gathering information about the upcoming ambush.

“I’m sorry, my little Bumgorf, but you know Y/N is the only one capable of handling this successfully,” Kory asserts, crossing her arms.

“He’s a manipulative gremplork, unworthy of Y/N's time!” Kole retorts, pacing furiously behind you. “Language,” Kory interjects, her tone firm as she frowns at him. Kole's frustration intensifies as the realization sinks in that the person he deeply admires is going on a ‘date’ with someone he views as a threat.

“I need to know more about this person,” he demands, his voice steady. Everyone around him—Raven, Garfield, and Jaime—watches in stunned silence as Kole, typically the soft-spoken one, displays an intensity fueled by concern.

“His name is Seth. He’s connected to Miguel, possibly his son. Y/N must approach this mission alone,” Kory explains, presenting the details to Kole.

“Hmph!” he huffs in frustration, floating beside you, his gaze burning a hole through you as he processes everything.

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You sit across from a guy attempting to project a tough image; a skull tattoo sprawls across his left hand, dominating its appearance. His table manners reek of disrespect, and his posture screams laziness. Honestly, you find yourself scolding him in your mind, channeling the voice of Damian as he would at the dinner table back home.

“So, what do you do, sweet thang?” he drawls, putting on a fake accent that’s painful to hear. You mentally cringe but choose to don your father’s persona— a player.

“Oh! I love computer science and mostly enjoy creating designs,” you reply, infusing your voice with cheerful enthusiasm. You use hand gestures to emphasize your points, feigning deep consideration over trivial topics.

The conversation rolls on smoothly until he starts to invade your personal space, attempting to touch your hand. Yikes. You pull back and feign fixing your hair, humming to distract him. The server has just delivered your drinks, so you pivot the discussion to his profession. He hesitates at first, but he eventually can’t resist showing off how "cool" he is. You suppress a smirk, realizing you’ve finally got him to divulge details about his father’s shady dealings.

Men are often easier than you expect; they wear their ignorance like a badge. Just as he dives into tales of his father's crimes, your attention shifts as you catch a glimpse of fiery red hair approaching.

No. Way.

You can't believe it when you see the tall, handsome boy with shimmering golden skin walking toward you. His wild curls are styled in a low ponytail, he’s rocking a green jersey with a purple top, ripped jeans, and Jordans. For someone still figuring out Earth culture, he’s mastered streetwear effortlessly.

“Excuse me! I need to use the restroom!” you state, making a beeline for the tall teen who seems to be scanning the area for you. Spotting you, he raises an eyebrow.

“Kole?!” you exclaim, quickly moving him away from the table you just vacated. “What are you doing here?!”

“My mother’s orders to investigate this boy. I intend to conduct a thorough investigation. Plus, I believe you might need saving. This Seth appears to be a monster in disguise,” he says, glaring at the guy who’s currently picking at his teeth.

“Kole, PLEASE don’t do this,” you implore, fully aware that you can't calm this towering alien.

“I am doing this,” he insists, his soft voice hardening.

“No, you’re not.” You gently cup his face, knowing he melts at your touch. “I absolutely am,” he retorts, grabbing your hands away from his face.

This is a disaster. You understand Kole's jealousy issue, and his stalker-like behavior is far from ideal. He starts walking towards Seth, but you tug at his hair, successfully arresting his attention.

“Kole. Listen, I’ll finish this up quickly, and we can watch those cartoons you love. Okay?” you negotiate, hoping to pacify him. When he turns to fully face you, you release his hair.

“Fine. But if he dares to touch you, I will step in,” he declares, settling back down with his arms crossed. You nod quickly and return to your booth. Kole doesn’t take a seat until a waiter guides him to a table. However, his gaze remains fixed on you as you feign naivety to play the part. This infuriates him, but what ignites his anger is when Seth dramatically wipes something from your lips.

“Here you go, sir—” the waiter starts, but the glass in his hand shatters under the sheer force of Kole’s grip.

The waiter scampers off, clearly spooked by the display of strength. Kole seethes, his glare locked on Seth. Each moment in the booth is torture for him. But as Seth leans in for what he intends to be a kiss, Kole is suddenly up, his hands radiating a green glow, ready to unleash a starbolt, when he finds himself encased in a swirling black ball of magic with purple lines, whisked away to where the team is gathered.

They’ve been keeping watch over you, especially since Damian, the overprotective brother he is, won’t let anyone take their eyes off you.

“Kole, calm down,” Raven advises, releasing him from her hold. He scoffs in disbelief. “How can I calm down when Y/N is being all overrun by some Zarbnof?” Jaime quickly covers his mouth, but that only makes things worse, as Kole thrashes against him, desperate to act.

“Seriously, never let us assign Y/N to these kinds of missions,” Jaime quips, and the others nod in agreement.

After the mission, you find yourself confined to Kole’s room in the Titans' tower, wrapped in his strong arms as he plants soft kisses all over you.

Never again it seems.

Kole Anders tag: @no-bishes @darkfaethedestroyer @dead-ry-walking @chalkadow @eclecticeaglebluebird @mistake34 @dandelion-delusion

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gimmick-blog-reviewer · 9 months ago

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WARNING: GIMMICK BLOG REVIEW AHEAD

Gimmick Blog: @hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard

Gimmick: Posting pictures of hazard symbols, accepts submissions.

Gimmick Rating: 9/10, while it does definitely appeal to myself and many tumblr users, I'm sure there are many who would be largely unimpressed. However, within its niche I think this gimmick is excellent. With how fragile our lives are, I imagine there's no end to the hazard symbols one could find. Many of them, in an attempt to shock meaning into the viewer, come across as "hard as fuck" or "fucking hard". A gimmick to capture these symbols is a unique and interesting idea. As of time of writing, it is tied for the highest rating given to a gimmick.

Blog Rating: 8/10, largely dedicated to the gimmick but occasionally features non gimmick posts. Even among the non gimmick posts, many are related to the gimmick, though there's enough that aren't for me to care. For instance, HSTFH's tarot and poker decks. If someone were posting about their tarot and poker decks on a gimmick blog you might assume they're just shilling a personal project but HSTFH is much more reputable than that. Hazard Tarot and Hazard Poker are not only impressive art, but also topical to the blog. Even the... porn (which I will not link directly to for obvious reasons), featured on the blog is tangentially related to hazard symbols. However, HSTFH posted some stuff about the election and telling people to vote. While I imagine we have similar politics, and I would normally support such things, I don't believe politics should feature on gimmick blogs.

Overall Rating: 8.5/10, the highest score ever awarded as of time of writing. Hazard Symbols That Fuck Hard is in my opinion an account someone could only run on tumblr. It's unique, it's cool, I've been a fan for a while and I have been considering buying its hazard tarot and poker deck designs as those are things that fascinate me. I always keep an eye out for interesting hazard symbols so I have something to submit someday. Until then, I will wait with anticipation for the account's next post.

#gimmick blog reviewed #8.5/10 #high rating #blog reviews that fuck hard #gimmick blogs that fuck hard tbh like damn

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dailynnt · 8 months ago

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.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ Welcome to my creative world! .˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅

This is a collection of everything I’ve worked on so far. It’s a space where I can share my passion, creativity, and the stories I love to tell. Whether you’re here for my writing, I hope you enjoy the journey. Thank you for being here, and feel free to take a look around!

I only write fanfiction about Jungkook.

I don't accept writing on request, but if you have an interesting topic we could write to me and we'll think together whether I can write it or not.

All works are 18+

— Symbols: ⊂🌶️⊃ - smut, ⊂🖤⊃ - angst, ⊂❤️‍🩹⊃ - hurt/comfort , ⊂⚡️⊃ - action, ⊂🫧⊃ - fluff

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✎ᝰ “A SOBER DRIVER FOR JEON JUNGKOOK”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧 | everyday life, male-female friendship, childhood friends, unrequited feelings (only the main character thinks so), alcohol, drunkenness, night club, professional boxer Jungkook, journalist, virgin main character, first time, obscenity, dirty talk, penetration , passionate kisses, drunken sex, unprotected sex.

𓈃⌇Summary: You and Jungkook were childhood friends. You studied at the same school and spent a lot of time together. But when you both went to university, you lost touch for a while. One day, on the eve of Choseok, Jungkook offers to meet. After this meeting, you realize that you have fallen in love with your best friend. Because after several years of no communication, Jungkook has changed and become very attractive in every way. The plot will tell about the case when Jungkook and his friends go to a night club to relax, he calls you drunk and offers to join them. This is a very tempting offer for you.

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✎ᝰ “AGAINST THE RULES”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧, ❤️‍🩹 | from friends to lovers, alcohol, drunkenness, Jeonguk idol, reader girl, disreputable, dirty talk, smut, passionate kissing, drunken sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, refusing to orgasm, pussy eating, finger orgasm, "daddy kink".

𓈃⌇Summary: Controlling yourself and not getting feelings for any of the memebers was the number one task. Besides, you're not allowed to do that. The company rules strictly forbid it. But it was with Jungkook that you had the hardest time. Because he always showed special feelings for you, and you stubbornly thought that he was just being caring. You thought that right up until this moment.

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✎ᝰ “FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: series

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🖤, ❤️‍🩹, ⚡️| best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words.

𓈃⌇ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

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✎ᝰ “CAPTIVE OF HIS ATTENTION”

𓈃⌇Status: frozen | Size: series

𓈃⌇🌶️, ❤️‍🩹, 🫧 | university life, students, from enemies to lovers, everyday life, mild longing, sex, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, smoking, profanity.

𓈃⌇ Summary: You're an art and design student at Seoul National University, trying to maintain your independence and focus on your studies. Your peaceful life is shattered when you meet Jungkook , a charismatic, stubborn, and unpredictable guy who pairs up with you for a group project. He starts to annoy you by challenging your principles. Jungkook, who loves to be the center of attention, uses his charming and playful nature to play with your feelings and control the situation. You are constantly trying not to succumb to his manipulations, but gradually you find that his influence on you is becoming stronger and stronger. The relationship between you is a game of power, desire, and sensation, where each tries to leave their mark without letting the other take over completely. But will you be able to maintain your independence, or will Jungkook eventually make you his?

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✎ᝰ “AURORAᴺᵒʳᵗʰᵉʳⁿ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, ❤️‍🩹, 🖤 | ex to lovers, longing, smurt, cursing, sex, unprotected sex, detailed description of explicit scenes, alcohol

𓈃⌇Summary: A relationship that survived a breakup but could not be forgotten. Like the northern lights that appear only at certain moments, their feelings had their peaks and troughs, but always remained on the horizon. You meet your ex at some event. The feelings are still alive.

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✎ᝰ “BETWEEN FEIGNED HATRED AND REAL DESIRE”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, ❤️‍🩹, 🫧 | best friend brother, school au, y/n Hoseok sister, from enemies to lovers, sexual tension, unprotected sex, detailed description of sexual scenes, swear words, slightly domJK.

𓈃⌇ Summary: You can't stand Jungkook, your brother's arrogant, cocky friend who is just waiting for an opportunity to annoy you. He always finds a way to get under your skin, and you were sure that what you hated more than him was the idea of having any feelings for him. But one accident changes everything. Left with him in a locked, cramped room, where every breath is a fire between you two, you realizes that you hatred has always been hidden behind something deeper. Something that cannot be denied, cannot be ignored.

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✎ᝰ “A QUARREL, ALCOHOL AND YOU... “

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧, ❤️‍🩹 | from friends to lovers, sex, unprotected sex, sex while drunk, swearing, sexual tension, detailed description of intimate scenes

𓈃⌇ Summary: You furious. The fight at the party still reverberates in your head, but instead of forgetting about him, you stands at his door at five in the morning, drunk, stubborn, and still hurt.

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✎ᝰ “TRUTH OR DARE: KISS A FRIEND”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧, ❤️‍🩹 | friends to lovers, possessive!jungkook, truth or dare, jealousy, heated moments, intense attraction, slowburn but not really, confused feelings, denial but not for long, unspoken desires, spicy tension, one kiss changes everything, unprotected sex

𓈃⌇ Summary: During the game of Truth or Dare, Jungkook kisses you so hard that you can't think of anyone else but him. But it doesn't seem to mean anything to him. To forget about him, you start talking to someone else, but Jungkook won't let anyone take his place.

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✎ᝰ “ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST”

𓈃⌇Status: ongoing | Size: series

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧, ❤️‍🩹 | enemies-to-neighbors, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope, undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension

𓈃⌇ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Chunguk reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

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✎ᝰ “DIRTY BIKE REPAIR”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧 | established relationships, Jungkook!biker, passion, sexual tension, love, unexpected twist, tshirt, hot moment, intimacy, extreme relationships, unprotected sex

𓈃⌇ Summary: In the garage, amidst the sounds of rock music and metal clatter, Jungkook is repairing his bike, absorbed in his work. You enter quietly, dressed only in his T-shirt, and he senses your presence even before you approach. You ignite his desire with your eyes and words, and he cannot help himself.

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✎ᝰ “NOT THEIR WEDDING CAR”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧 , ❤️‍🩹 | from enemies to lovers (but not quite), wedding atmosphere, school years (mention), internal conflict, jealousy, sexual tension, detailed description of intimate scenes, swearing, dom!Jungkook, sex, unprotected sex, refusal to orgasm, happy ending?

𓈃⌇Summary: At your sister Ma Ri’s wedding, as her maid of honor, you stand next to Jungkook, the groom Jimin's chauffeur his best friend. Jungkook’s presence brings you back to the past, when he used to bully you at school, despite your secret feelings for him. The evening takes an unexpected turn when you try to avoid the dance and run away, and Jungkook follows you. He offers you sex without obligation, and instead of refusing and walking away, you take him up on his offer. And he can't think of a better place to do it as the wedding car of the newlyweds. Not their wedding car becomes a place to release your long-hidden feelings and passion.

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✎ᝰ “RISK TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES AND THUNDER”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧 , 🖤 | Jungkook!biker, friend's best brother, alcohol, nightclub, angst elements, forbidden feeling, sexual tension, swear words, illegal weapons, JK breaks the law? smut, explicit content, detailed description intimate scenes, dom!jk/sub!oc, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare

𓈃⌇Summary: After a too-loud party and a few too many cocktails, you calls brother to take you home. But instead of Yoongi, his friend Jungkook arrives, with a dangerous look, double piercings, and a voice that makes everything inside you burn. Your've known each other for a long time, but have always kept their distance, due to your brother's tacit prohibition. But the forbidden feelings between you two collides when Jungkook kiss you to avoid the attention of the police. And when they drive away you two can't stop.

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✎ᝰ “NO MERCY”

𓈃⌇Status: ongoing | Size: mini series

𓈃⌇🌶️, ❤️‍🩹 , 🖤, ⚡️| enemies to lovers, mafia au, domJungkook/subReader, stockholm syndrome, dark romance, kidnapping, emotional tension, obsession, possessive behaviour, dangerous love, protectiveness, forced proximity, broken characters, betrayal, manipulation, slow burn, angst with a hint of love, toxic romance, redemption arc, intense connection, forbidden feelings, survival, rough tenderness, detailed smut, sex, unprotected sex, table sex, mirror sex, possessiveness, defiance

𓈃⌇Summary: You are a strong and intelligent, a princess of a mafia clan who has been fighting for years against Jungkook, a dangerous and powerful enemy. Your enmity is mixed with tension and mutual desire. After you ruin an important deal for him, Jungkook kidnaps you to settle the score. An emotional confrontation erupts between you, where the power play borders on a dangerous attraction. But you both know that the first one to give in is the loser.

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✎ᝰ “COME ON, A FEW KISSES WON’T RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🫧 | fluff, smut, from friends to lovers, best friends, romance, kissing, alcohol, support, tension, reciprocity, tenderness, first kiss, intimacy, mutual liking, night together, sex, unprotected sex, sex while intoxicated

𓈃⌇Summary: After a terrible day, you run away from everything - to the only person who can bring you back to peace - Jungkook. In a cozy, semi-dark apartment filled with the scent of coffee candles and the warmth of whiskey, the boundaries between the two best friends are blurred. A friendly evening turns into something else: as you two talk about kisses, first touches, laughter, and memories, something that has long been hidden between words comes to light. One kiss and the night is no longer just a night.

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✎ᝰ “TWENTY MINUTES TO FREEDOM

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🖤, ⚡️| established relationship, criminal au, Jungkook!prisoner, actions, angst, description of violent scenes, murder, weapons, foul language, smut, sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, blowjob, throat strangulation, refusal to orgasm

𓈃⌇Summary: In a city where the law is only an illusion and the real game is played by those who are not afraid to get their hands dirty, Jungkook is a shadow king. The murder of a deputy in broad daylight is not a mistake, but a demonstration of power. A quick trial. Solitary confinement. Two weeks of silence. But he knows you will come. His fearless, loyal to the point of madness woman. When you releases him, you and Jungkook hide in the security room, waiting for the car. But Jungkook doesn't wait - he can't. He really wants to show his girlfriend how much he missed you.

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✎ᝰ “LOVE ME, EVEN IF I DON’T DESERVE IT”

𓈃⌇Status: finished | Size: one shot

𓈃⌇🌶️, ❤️‍🩹, 🫧 | established relationship, toxic relationship, breakup, from ex to…lover?, makeup sex, possessive jungkook, emotional smut, second chance romance, nsfw, smut, heartbreak, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, soft moments, he falls first, he falls harder, dom jungkook, passionate sex, emotional reunion

𓈃⌇Summary: He didn’t believe in love. You wasn’t looking for a one-night stand. But sex became a trap. Feelings a mistake. Jungkook thought he could keep you, even when he kept disappearing whenever he wanted. You stayed, until got tired of waiting. And when you left — he finally understood what losing truly means. He wants you back. Not just your body — your heart. This is a story about passion, pain, and a second chance…

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✎ᝰ “QUARTER PAST FOUR”

𓈃⌇Status: ongoing | Size: mini series

𓈃⌇🌶️, 🖤 | ex situationship, smut, angst, toxic relationship, dom!Jungkook, emotionally vulnerable!Reader, crime, mention murder, emotional damage, pining, obsession, mutual desire, hot and cold dynamic, fwb turned heartbreak, slow burn (kind of), breakup aftermath, late night regrets, he comes back, still not over you, you can’t resist him, painfully in love, emotional manipulation, denial of feelings, he knows what he’s doing, dominant jungkook, rough sex, public teasing, car sex, dirty talk, jealous sex, praise kink, possessive jungkook, desperate need, wet panties, he ghosted you, you fell first, he fell later, reader has self-respect but also horny, he always finds his way back, you said it was the last time (but it wasn’t)

𓈃⌇Summary: You haven’t seen him in two months. Not since that night you told him you wanted more — and he vanished. But tonight, while you’re trying to move on, laughing beside another man in a crowded nightclub… you see him. Those same dark eyes. That same smirk that undresses you with a glance. He used to come to you at 4:15 AM. No calls. No words. Just him, and your body, and that dangerous kind of love that leaves you bleeding. Now he’s back. And you’re about to find out if your heart can survive him a second time.

#bts #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x f!reader #jungkook smut

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emo-batboy · 2 years ago

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Battinson Guest Starring on TV Shows

For someone who holds the title of Richest Man in the World, Bruce doesn’t do a lot of traveling.

Which is to say he does a LOT of traveling, but he always tries to find a way out of it.

(Are there bat-related reasons for this? Are there people-related reasons for this? Are there anxiety-related reasons for this? Who knows?)

But partners and sponsors aren’t always going to tolerate his hermit-like tendencies. So once every month or so, Alfred wrangles Bruce into a private jet and sends him off to who knows where so he can represent the company.

Usually, it’s somewhere close on the East Coast, maybe it’s across the pond, even Asia isn’t off the table, but the rarest place to spot Bruce Wayne is actually the West Coast of the US.

One day, it is announced that Bruce Wayne will be spending two (count ‘em, 2) consecutive weeks in California with his kids for some grand business convention.

The West Coast media goes feral with the news, ESPECIALLY interviewers. And because Bruce kicks up such a fuss this time, Alfred has the gall to sign him up for FOUR TV appearances.

Here are these appearances :)

RuPaul’s Drag Race

Drag Queens, especially Drag Race all-stars, contribute to a wide variety of charities

So on a new episode, the queens are challenged to design and shoot a promotional ad for their own charity

And who better to act as a guest judge for this episode than the show’s largest benefactor, CEO of the Wayne Foundation, Bruce Wayne?!

Physically? He’s older than half of the contestants. But spiritually? He screams Baby Gay.

Fifteen minutes into the episode, Bruce is welcomed into the werkroom where he gives them pointers on their campaign. He’s in his cute little three-piece suit (Alfred’s idea) with the intention of looking put-together and knowledgeable. But that’s not the only outcome.

They all flirt with him. Everyone, single or taken. The confessionals are so thirsty.

“He’s lucky the cameras are on. Otherwise, I’d eat him up faster than a bachelorette party in a buffet line.”

“My celebrity crush is talking to me, and all I can focus on are his gorgeous eyes. How am I supposed to know what he's saying?”

Of course, they shoot their shot, but most of it is joking since they don't know he's bi yet.

“Are you single, honey?” Bruce blushes. “It’s complicated.” “Well, I’ll make it simple for you.”

We all know this man can't handle being flirted with. We saw how he froze when Selina did it. It’s like he mentally bluescreens when someone calls him a pet name.

Only THEN do they learn he's bi

One of the queens jokingly asks him, “Ever been with a man before?” thinking it would be a firm no, but Bruce says, “Actually, yes.” “Oh shit, really?” And to Bruce’s embarrassment, the whole room hears him.

The flirting is thus taken up a notch.

On the main stage, Bruce has a lot of great constructive criticism. He talks about how to find the right audience, the importance of a good slogan, and even goes on a little rant about logo design.

(You cannot convince me that Bruce hasn’t hyperfixated on the business of charity work before. Or the science of marketing. They’re his favorite business topics.)

After about three minutes of him complimenting one contestant for their Drag Library pitch, he stops himself mid-sentence and says, “Oh sorry, am I talking too much?” “No, please! Keep talking, sweetheart.” Bruce covers his face to hide his blush. “Why is everyone flirting with me?” “Baby, have you seen yourself?”

While the judges deliberate, RuPaul mentions Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve, and Talent. Bruce nods along for a while then suddenly just blurts out, “Wait, does it spell ****?”

The judges pause then burst out laughing. “Oh no, we’ve traumatized him!" Bruce is blushing up a storm. “I just never thought about it like that!” “Sweet, innocent Bruce. We’re so sorry.”

It’s later revealed that Bruce offered to help some of the queens launch their charity projects through the Wayne Foundation.

It’s v cute 🥰

Nailed It!

I love Nicole Byer.

She is Mother.

In all seriousness, she’s so fucking funny and she’s personable enough to pull Bruce out of his shell a bit.

The theme for this episode is Found Family. Three pairs of family members compete together—a gay father and his adopted son, an aunt who adopted her niece, and a stepfather and stepdaughter.

Because Bruce Wayne famously adopted two children, he is invited to guest judge.

So Nicole opens the episode with a zinger, the contestants are introduced, and Bruce is welcomed onto the judge’s panel beside Nicole and Jacques.

(Yes, Bruce does speak French. Yes, Nicole makes a joke about it being hot.)

Nicole: “We were surprised you accepted our invitation, Mr. Wayne. You’re notorious for staying on the East Coast. What brought you to the Nailed It! Studio?” Bruce: “My children love this show. They always tell me I should be on it since I’m so bad at baking.” Nicole: “Really? Maybe we should do a celebrity season of Nailed It! and have you compete.” Bruce: “No, you should not.”

Nicole: “So, Bruce, I know you have a butler at home who bakes for you. But what’s the grossest thing you’ve eaten? Escargot? Bad caviar?” Bruce: “I drank olive oil straight from the bottle once.” Nicole: “…What?”

The problem for Bruce is he can’t say anything bad. It just feels mean :(

(And he would rather jump into oncoming traffic than gamble with a social interaction)

For the first challenge, the contestants make cake pops. But when Bruce tries the first one, there is a sickening crunch. Bruce’s eyes widen for a second and he slowly chews.

Nicole: “What was that? Bruce, are you okay?” Bruce, clearly struggling: “It’s…good.”

“Bruce, you can spit it out. It’s okay.” “I already swallowed it.” “Oh, you poor thing.” Bruce chokes for a second, and Nicole pats his back. “Please don’t die. We can’t afford it.”

For the big challenge, production has a surprise in store for Bruce.

Dick (9) and Jason (7) run onto the set and smother Bruce with a hug.

It’s adorable. Bruce no longer cares about paying attention, okay? His kids are here :D

The two boys read from cue cards to announce the second challenge: a three-tiered Gotcha Day cake. And as per tradition, the winner of the first challenge gets a leg-up.

This time, it’s a Helping Hands Button. When they hit the button, Dick and Jason will run over and help them for three minutes. (While being supervised, of course.)

As the contestants bake, Nicole says hello to Dick and Jason, who are clambering all over Bruce like a jungle gym. They both shake her hand and talk about how they love the show.

Nicole looks pointedly at the two empty chairs beside Bruce. “You know, we brought these chairs for you two to sit in.” Dick, on Bruce’s shoulders: “We’re fine, Ms. Byer!” Nicole: “Ms. Byer? Oh, you’re a cutie, aren’t you?”

Just ten minutes before the challenge is over, the Helping Hands button is pressed, and Dick and Jason are given stools so they can help the aunt and niece stack their cake tiers.

Two minutes in, the aunt instructs them to let go of the cake. But the moment Jason pulls his hands away, the cake topples over and covers him in frosting. Jason, whispering: “Oh f*ck.” Bruce: “Jason!” Jason: “I didn’t say that! Dick did!” Nicole: *cackling as Bruce buried his face in his hands*

Jason gets cleaned up, and Dick helps them stack what can still be salvaged.

When Wes brings out the trophy, he’s dressed as Batman. Dick and Jason gets a kick out of that.

Celebrity Family Feud

Bruce was invited to the show after his SNL skit went viral a few months ago

This episode, the teams are split up by cities they grew up in. Gotham v. Star City. Naturally, his team is playing for the Wayne Foundation.

It’s a pretty odd cast of people, most of them having moved to LA or Hollywood. Bruce is the only one to still live in Gotham.

They have fun, though, despite their limited common ground. The audience has a few good laughs.

(Some at Bruce's expense)

Harvey: You're a very wealthy man, Mr. Wayne. What do you really do in that tower all day? Bruce: I, uh…business? Harvey: …You business. Bruce: ……Wait-

All in good fun. Bruce just vibes in his little corner until he needs to answer a question. It's pretty chill.

For exactly half of the episode.

Then it happens.

Steve Harvey takes two people from each team up to the buzzer and says, “We asked 100 people: Name something your parents always told you as a kid.”

What the production failed to consider is how this particular question might be a sensitive topic for some contestants.

Bruce’s team gets the question, and Steve saunters up to Bruce, completely oblivious.

“Alright, Bruce Wayne!” Bruce nods awkwardly. “Hi, Steve.” “Bruce, what’s wrong? You’re looking a bit uncomfortable.” “…I don’t like this question, Steve.” “Why not?” Bruce just gives him a desperate look, and it clicks. “Oh! Oh my gosh!”

Let’s be real. Bruce is awkward enough, but Steve Harvey cannot save an awkward moment for his life either.

But he tries his best anyway and asks, “Are you okay with answering this question, or would you like to pass?” Bruce nods frantically. “I can answer. ‘I love you.’” “I love you too, Mr. Wayne.” “No, uh, my answer is ‘I love you.’” “Oh! That’s a good one.”

Thankfully, the audience erupts in laughter. That little interaction cuts the tension, and Bruce’s answer ends up on the board.

And by god, the memes

“I love you too, Mr. Wayne” is the new “Enjoy your meal.” “You too.”

The audio clip of “I don’t like this question, Steve” goes viral on TikTok

Someone gets a pic of Bruce and Steve looking at each other with palpable fear in their eyes, and it makes its rounds all over Twitter

10/10 never again

Running Wild with Bear Grylls

Now this is the most challenging. Not because it’s difficult, of course. But because Bruce has to look stupid enough to maintain his Brucie Wayne persona but smart enough to keep himself safe.

For this episode, Bear takes Bruce to the California desert.

“How much do you know about survival, Bruce?” Bear asks. Bruce nods carefully. “I did some survival training once with a friend from boarding school.” “Oh really, how did you do?” “Fine, I think.”

This is, of course, his way of saying I trained with a league of assassins for years, but Bear can’t know that! And that’s how most of the episode goes.

Thank god Bruce's fear of being caught is mistaken for being scared of the physical challenge because every time Bear points out how well he’s doing, he breaks into a sweat.

Bear: For a businessman, you’re surprisingly fit. Bruce, sweating bullets: Oh, this is all just for show.

Bear: Wow, you’re a natural. Are you sure you’ve never set up a zip-line before? Bruce, gripping his equipment so tight he gets rope burn: I think it’s just the survival instincts.

Of course, he pretends to be out of breath a few times. The Drama.

Bruce, pretending to slip and fall: Ouch! Who knew the outdoors were so dangerous? Bear, you are crazy. Bruce, internally: How much longer are we doing this?

Bruce being a vegetarian is actually a point of contention. You see, Bear always makes their celebrity guests do something crazy for food like skin a snake or eat a mouse. Scavenging for berries just doesn’t grab the audience’s attention.

But do you know what is vegetarian?

Bear: Now, in extreme cases of survival, it’s not rare for humans to resort to drinking their own pee. That’s what we’ll be doing in a moment. Are you up for it? Bruce, visibly repulsed: I’ve had Gotham tap water. I’ll be fine.

How on God’s Green Earth did Alfred convince him to do this?

To get to the extraction point, Bear takes Bruce down a cliffside.

Bear shows Bruce the meticulous process of properly belaying from the top of a cliff, and Bruce, who has done this over 100 times is like, “Wow that’s so dangerous :( Will we be okay?”

He really tries to ramp up his acting skills this time.

(Little does he know that’s not necessary.)

Bruce goes down first as Bear belays with a cameraman filming from the top. Halfway down, Bruce hears a scuffle, and the cameraman yells, “F*ck!”

Bruce looks up, arms already out for protection, and he sees a small disk falling towards him. It’s the lens cap. He catches it on instinct.

For a second, he thinks, “Shit, was that too skilled? That’s not enough to make people think I’m Batman, right? I just caught it in midair while dangling from a cliff. That’s totally not weird and suspicious. Normal people do that—“

Then Bear yells, “Bruce, drop it!” Bruce looks up at Bear, confused. “Why?” “There's a scorpion!” That’s when Bruce looks at the lens cap and sees a black scorpion perched on top with its tail ready to strike.

They don’t have those in Gotham.

Bruce jumps in his harness and flings the cap at the rocky cliffside. He hears a crunch, and the scorpion and cap tumble to the ground. Bruce frowns. Can a scorpion survive that drop?

“You just killed a scorpion, mate!” Bear cries. Bruce looks up in horror. “I killed it?!” “Hell yeah!” Bruce’s face falls. “No!”

Because oh. shit.

Bruce just killed something. The sad, orphaned vegetarian just killed a scorpion.

Bruce has a meltdown.

He didn’t mean to kill it!!!! Oh no, he just killed an innocent little creature. Yeah, he punches people for fun sometimes, and he definitely put a few violent criminals in the hospital, but he’s never committed MURDER!!

This poor little scorpion died due to his own negligence, and he feels so so so bad about it.

Bruce is a mess as he climbs the rest of the way down.

Bruce, cradling the scorpion’s body: I don’t know how to perform CPR on a scorpion! Bear: Bruce, you took its head clean off. Bruce: *sad noises*

Legit inconsolable. To him, it’s like he just murdered a puppy

Once they're out, Bear is trying to cheer him up. Bless him.

Bear: We’ve conquered the wild! Haven’t we, Bruce? Bruce, head between his legs, still mourning the scorpion: I’m never going outside again.

Yeah, no one’s going to think he’s Batman after that.

And that's all four of Bruce's TV appearances from the West Coast :) Dick and Jason never let him live any of it down. Alfred is almost sorry. (He is not sorry.)

Let me know your thoughts! What other TV shows do you think Battinson would appear on as a guest?

Okie dokie :D Love y'all! Have a good day <3

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