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Bound to Them

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 1

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔.𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍/𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔), 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (18+)

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖—𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉—𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1. 𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒕 2𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅—𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 🩷 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 50 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆—𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍—𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚. 🥺

—𝑬𝒎𝒓𝒚𝒔 🩷

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After what happened yesterday… you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.

You tried to be rational about it. You told yourself you’d always thought about the Saja Boys a little more than you should—who didn’t? But after yesterday they had been all you could think about.

You fell asleep with the memory of their voices wrapped around you—dark and teasing. Hands that had never truly touched you haunted every corner of your mind, ghosting through your hair, skimming over your throat, resting low on your hips like they belonged there.

They weren’t real.

They weren’t here.

But they didn’t need to be.

Sleep didn’t come softly. It pulled you under like velvet shackles, thick and consuming.

And the dream? It didn’t feel like a dream at all.

You dreamed of breath against your neck, of lips brushing along your jaw. Fingers woving through your hair, down your thighs, coaxing your head back with a touch that was firm but reverent. Like you were something fragile, treasured, owned. The weight of someone behind you, voice low and dark against your skin, whispering promises—claiming you as theirs.

You lower your hand and squeeze your eyes shut, gather your drifting thoughts, put the odd feelings down as aftereffects from the strange interview—and try to ignore the part of your brain that’s whispering things trying to tell you you’d rather feel their lips against yours.

You shiver and rub your arms. It's not the air that’s cold—it’s you. Empty. Shaken. You remember the way they looked at you. The way they spoke. The way Romance leaned his mouth, hovering just inches from yours, like he was about to ruin you with a single breath. You wanted them, you wanted them more than you have ever wanted anything.

It’s not real

You try to believe it.

You try to reason with yourself—you don’t even know them. They’re idols. You’re just another girl. Another interview. They probably do this to other people all the time. They probably flirt with everyone. Whisper beautiful lies. Play with hearts for fun. It was all part of the illusion, wasn’t it?

You nod slowly, bile rising in your throat. Shame burns through your veins like acid.

Of course you weren’t special.

Of course it meant nothing.

You remember what they said during the interview… words like connection, belonging, theirs. You clung to those words like they were lifelines.

But maybe that was the cruelest part. They knew exactly what to say.

You bite your lip and force out a bitter laugh, but it trembles at the edges.

You were such a fool.

“It’s fine,” you whisper, even though it doesn’t feel fine at all. “I’m fine.”

You’ll move on. You’ll forget. You’ll shove this feeling down until it suffocates you. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?

Pretend that everything is fine.

Pretend you're not already mourning something you never even had.

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They haven’t seen you in weeks.

They could feel you slipping.

Not away—no. The bond wouldn’t allow that. Not truly.

But you were pulling back. Doubting. Spiraling with questions.

And it was driving them mad.

Romance was the first to crack.

“She’s doubting herself,” he murmured, staring at the untouched tea in front of him. “I can feel it. She thinks it wasn’t real.

“She needs time, Romance. She is human. She probably doesn’t understand the bond like we do.” Jinu voices, as always, he’s the one holding the line. The voice of reason. But even now, it trembles beneath the weight of longing. He too held the desire to look for you, to mark you as his then and there. If you needed proof of their love and bond with you, then he would give it to you.

“She probably thinks she imagined it.” Abby’s jaw clenched, his golden eyes dark with frustration. “That we were just messing with her. Playing some games.” He shifted in his seat, frustrated. If only she knew what she does to me. I want to drag her back here, press her to the nearest wall, and taste her. I want her trembling on my tongue, whispering my name when I get down on her—

“We need to fix it,” Mystery said quietly. His voice was calm, but his hands curled into fists at his sides. “She’s slipping away.”

Jinu hadn’t spoken yet. He stood at the window, eyes locked on the distant city skyline. His voice, when it came, was soft. Measured. Final.

“Then we court her.”

They all turned.

“She needs proof,” Jinu said, his gaze still fixed outward. “She needs to know we meant it. That she’s not just another girl.”

“So we show her,” Romance said, rising slowly to his feet. The fire in his chest had been building for weeks, and now it burned just beneath his skin. His gaze turned sharp. Focused. Wild.

“We give her what she wants. She won’t know what hit her,” he said, voice low and dark. “And I know she’ll melt the second we touch her again. Any hint of possession and she’ll go soft for us.”

He could still taste the memory of her breath catching when his hand brushed her waist, the way her lashes fluttered when he leaned in too close. The scent of her arousal had hit him like a drug. Addictive. Dangerous. She didn’t even know what she did to them.

Baby leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, but the heat in his eyes betrayed the casual stance. A slow smirk curved his lips, dangerous and knowing.

“Oh, she will.” Baby smirked, remembering the way you acted between his members.

He licked his lips slowly, remembering the way her eyes flicked between them—nervous, curious, needy.

He pushed off the wall, slow and feline. “She wants to be seen. To be claimed. To be taken.” His voice turned to a near growl. “So let’s take her. Properly. Let her know exactly who she belongs to.”

Jinu’s knuckles were white, his jaw tense with restraint. The need to protect you was primal, insistent. You would never lift a finger again. Knowing their mate was out there, doubting herself? It was unbearable.

You were theirs.

“We find her,” Jinu continued. “Then we show her what it means to be ours.”

Mystery’s voice rumbled from the corner, deep and taut with frustration. “She thinks she’s just some girl,” he growled, fangs flashing, frustration radiating from his every breath. “ Like we’d ever touch anyone the way we touched her. Like we’d ever look at anyone else like that.”

Romance sank into the couch again, legs spread, fingers drumming along his thigh. “So first flowers,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with desire. “Something soft. Something that smells like her.” He smiled, eyes dark. “Then something sweet. Something she'll taste and remember us with every bite.”

Their instincts thrummed just beneath their skin—ancient, aching, and impossible to ignore. It wasn’t about the chase. It was about claiming. About devotion. About providing. They didn’t want to hunt you down like prey.

No, they wanted to spoil you. To wrap you in silk and the scent of them. To press reverent kisses to your lips until the insecurity melted from your breath. To cradle you in every way the world has failed to.

To make you feel it

know it

that you were never meant to be anything less than worshipped.

They will find you.

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Your apartment feels like it’s breathing.

Every shadow stretches too long. Every sound seems louder. But it’s not the noise that keeps you on edge—it’s the silence.

It’s them.

You haven’t stopped thinking about them since the interview. Haven’t stopped feeling them. Their gazes linger behind your eyes, their voices curling into your bones like smoke.

You twist on your couch, thighs pressed tight, trying to exhale the heat that’s settled under your skin. But no matter how many times you shake your head, pace your room, press cold fingers to your burning face—they’re still there.

Your mind betrays you, again and again. Flashing with images you swore weren’t real. Phantom touches that make your breath hitch. Golden eyes. Velvet voices. Soft laughter that still echoes between your legs.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

This is insane.

You are not the kind of girl who loses sleep over five impossibly beautiful men.

Then your phone vibrates.

You blink at the screen.

Unknown Number

Your thumb hovers, hesitation pulsing. But before you can talk yourself out of it, you answer.

“��Hello?”

A pause.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N. I'm calling on behalf of the Saja Boys.”

You freeze.

The voice continues, polite. Controlled. But something about it makes your stomach twist.

“I’m reaching out to confirm that you’ve been accepted as their full-time manager. Congratulations!”

Your pulse stumbles. “What? I didn’t agree to that. I think there’s been a mistake, I didn’t—”

“Yes, well, that’s the wonderful part. You don’t have to accept it. You’ve been chosen. The contract’s already processed. We’ll send a car for you this evening—”

“No.” Your voice cuts sharper than you expect. “I never agreed to that.”

“Well, the boys were very clear—”

“I said no.” You’re standing now, pacing. “You can’t just assign me to them. I didn’t sign anything—”

Then silence.

“Hey baby.”

You freeze.

The voice has changed.

It’s not hers anymore.

“J-Jinu?” Your voice trembles. Your skin goes tight. Your eyes dart around the room, instinctively scanning for something—someone. He’s not there. But you feel him. A low hum in the air, like heat lightning crawling up your walls. The shift in atmosphere is intense, electric.

“How are you?” Jinu’s voice is smooth, low, and drenched in warmth. A honeyed tone that slips under your defenses like silk over bare skin.

Your knees nearly buckle. You sink back onto the couch.

“I—uh—I’m good.” You grip the edge of your couch too tightly. “How did you even—Never mind. Can I help you with something?”

He chuckles, and it’s deep and rich and the sound slides down your spine, making you shiver. The buzz against your skin deepens, tingling with awareness. You glance around again, pulse quickening… but he’s still nowhere in sight.

“I missed you.”

It’s not fair.

Just three words, but they slide into you like a key turning a lock. You clench your eyes shut, as if that will slow the heat crawling up your chest.

“I was hoping we could talk.” He adds, gentle. Careful. But each word is weighted, tethered with something that wraps around your spine.

“We’re talking right now.”

He hums again. Slower this time. Like he’s savoring the sound of your voice.

“I meant in person.”

His tone is warm and gentle, but thick with desire. There’s no pressure. Only pull.

“No pressure,” he murmurs. “Just coffee. A quiet spot. Just you and me.”

Your throat tightens. You blink, and suddenly the room feels smaller. Warmer. Like the sound of his voice alone is wrapping around your ribs, holding you still.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” you murmur, but it comes out weaker than you mean.

He’s quiet.

“That's okay,”

Still soft. Still warm. Not pushy. But beneath the words… something deeper. A thread of something that reaches for you without forcing.

“You don’t have to decide now. I’ll wait”

You shouldn’t even be considering it. Not after what happened. Not after the way you’d felt in that room.

He doesn’t say anything else.

He just waits.

And somehow that’s worse. Because it leaves you sitting there, breath caught, heart pounding, mind spiraling with the memory of golden eyes, warm hands, and heat.

You bite your lip.

You should hang up.You should say no....“When should we meet?”

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You arrived earlier than planned.

The coffee shop was warm and quiet, tucked between rustling trees and the soft hum of traffic. You’d chosen the far corner, hoping the shadows might soothe the nerves crawling beneath your skin.

But nothing could settle the storm rolling in your chest.

You were going to see him.

Jinu.

The sound of his name in your head was enough to make your spine tingle. You told yourself this was just a meeting. Just a conversation. Nothing more.

Then the air shifted.

You felt it before you saw him—an almost electric buzz crawling over your skin. Your breath caught as something invisible curled around your ribs and tightened.

He’s here.

You looked up.

And there he was.

Jinu walked in. The door chime rang softly behind him, but it was his presence that made everything around you fall away. The café might as well have emptied. Your vision tunneled. All you could see was him.

He looked impossibly beautiful—sunlight catching in his soft hair, the curve of his mouth as devastating as ever. But it was his eyes that undid you. Warm. Dark. Fixed entirely on you. Like he hadn’t stopped thinking about you either.

But he’s not alone.

Trailing just behind him was another body, languid and feline, oozing quiet confidence. Baby. His gaze slid across the café like he was bored but when it landed on you, it sharpened, darkened. A smirk ghosted his lips. He was effortlessly alluring, a contrast to Jinu’s soft intensity.

You barely had time to blink before they were in front of you.

“Sorry,” Jinu said, voice like low velvet. “He insisted on coming.”

Baby offered a shrug like it didn’t matter. He slid into the booth beside Jinu, his knees brushing yours with casual familiarity, and your pulse jumped.

You nodded faintly, suddenly too aware of the heat crawling up your spine.

“Do you want anything, baby?” Jinu asks, voice low and warm, the word wrapping around you like silk.

You open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.

Baby leans forward just slightly, head tilted, gaze heavy as it slides down your body with no shame at all. “Anything you’re craving for, sweetheart?” he purred, lips twitching around the word. “We'll take care of it.”

Their very presence consumes you.

The waitress arrives just in time. Or too soon. You’re not sure. Jinu turns to her, but his gaze flicks back to you as he speaks, every word like a kiss pressed against your skin. The waitress nearly drops her pen. You nearly drop your sanity. She stammers out a response and hurries away.

You exhaled in relief—until you looked back at them.

Baby stretched his arms across the back of the booth, fingers idly tapping the cushion, but there’s nothing casual about the way his gaze drags down your neck to your chest, slow and unbearably steady. Jinu doesn’t look away either. You feel pinned in place, your body reacting like you’ve been physically touched, your skin heating beneath the weight of it.

You shake your head, trying to clear it, to breathe.

“I—uh, I was just wondering if…”

Their eyes flashed at the same time. Something dark. Hungry

And the heat in them was so sharp, so focused, that your body trembled from the inside out. You close your eyes for a second, trying to breathe, but it doesn’t help.

When you opened them again, their faces were soft. Friendly. Innocent.

Like nothing happened.

Like you imagined it all.

You almost believe it until Baby’s lips twitch into something that might be a smirk.

Thankfully, the waitress returns with the drinks, offering you a brief, blessed distraction. You lift the glass to your lips quickly, if only to keep your hands from shaking. The coffee is sweet, just the way you like it.

You could do this.

You should try again.

“Wh-what did you want to talk about?” you asked.

Jinu leaned forward, mouth parting to answer.

But the words never came.

Because in the very next second, the moment was shattered.

It happened too fast to stop.

A clatter—loud and sharp—snapped through the soft hum of the café. You barely had time to turn your head before the tray slipped from a passing server’s hands, the drinks tumbling, tipping, and splashing over the edge of the table.

Iced coffee. Sticky syrup. Cold liquid splattering across your lap and down your thighs.

Your gasp caught sharp in your throat as you jerked back in surprise, the chill shocking your senses. The spill hit you more than anyone else, seeping through the fabric of your skirt, clinging to your skin.

They moved faster than the panic.

“Shit,” Baby growled, the word rough and low. He shoved back from the booth, the sudden movement drawing startled glances but he didn’t care. In a blink, he was at your side, eyes blazing. His gaze slid to the offender with something lethal in it, but all his energy shifted instantly back to you. One hand went immediately to your back, the other pulling his jacket off in one fluid motion to shield you from the stares now aimed at your table.

Jinu was already out of his seat, his body crouched at your side with a speed that made the room blur. His hands hovered at your waist, trembling with the restraint not to touch, not to pull you close. His gaze swept over you—sharp, assessing, furious—before softening in the next breath as his focus landed fully on your face.

“Are you hurt?” His voice was velvet and cracked fire, intimate and frantic all at once. His hand reached for a napkin on the table, but his eyes never left yours. “Where did it get you, baby? Did any of it burn?”

“I’m okay,” you stammered, breathless, blinking up at them. “It’s just—cold. It surprised me.”

But they didn’t relax.

“You’re soaked,” Jinu whispered, gaze flicking down to where the wet fabric clung to your thighs. His throat bobbed, and for a moment, something darker flashed behind his eyes—need.

His voice dropped low, coaxing and sinful as his hand hovered just above your thigh. “You’re so wet, baby. Let us help you.”

The sound of it cracked straight down your spine.

He guided your leg toward him with quiet ease, adjusting you just enough so he could reach where the spill is.

The cloth touched your skin in slow, dragging strokes. Each pass was deliberate, lingering like he couldn’t bring himself to stop. The cold drink had soaked through, but all you could feel was heat—his fingers, his palm, his breath when he leaned in slightly to see what he was doing.

His other hand smoothed along your thigh, gentle but firm, moving in slow, steady lines that made your breath catch. His thumb drew soft circles near your knee, easing upward, trailing heat as it moved.

The fabric of your skirt clung to your damp skin, and when he reached the edge of it, he paused. His fingers grazed beneath, the lightest brush against the inside of your thigh. You swore he trembled. His other hand rose to your waist, grounding you with the softest squeeze, pulling you closer. Closer than you already were.

He didn’t look at you right away. His focus stayed on your leg, as if watching his own hands kept him in control. But when his gaze finally lifted, it was heavy and dark. For the briefest moment, gold flickered in his eyes—slit and sharp—before he blinked it away.

“Cold baby?” he asked, voice low and rough. His thumb stroked once more, just under the hem of your skirt. “Let me warm you up.”

You forced a breath, looking at him.

“You okay sweetheart?” Baby’s voice came from beside your ear, deep and honey-slicked, and your skin prickled beneath the sound of it. He leaned over, draping his jacket across your lap, shielding you with something warm and masculine, something that smelled like him. “Some people are just clumsy, huh?”

The server stammered an apology, cheeks flushed with panic, but the boys didn’t even blink. Their focus never left you. Even when they sat down again, the atmosphere didn’t settle—it only thickened.

Jinu leaned forward, arms resting on the table, voice softer now. “The staff told us you weren’t going to accept the offer,”

You nodded slowly, eyes locked on the napkin twisting in your fingers. You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t.

“I’m sorry.”

Your breath caught.

“For how we acted,” he added, the words spoken with such care, it made your heart ache. “At the interview. I know it might’ve been overwhelming. I just… I need to know. Was it because of that? Is that why you don’t want the job?”

You shook your head quickly, grasping for the nearest excuse. “No, I… I just didn’t think I was the right fit,” you lied gently. “I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way.”

Baby leaned forward now too, resting his chin on his hand as he studied you. There was no smirk this time, no teasing flicker in his eye. Just quiet intensity, like he was waiting to catch something slipping between your words.

Something passed between them. A silent exchange.

“Still…” Baby drawled, his voice low and lazy, his eyes tracing every inch of your face, “we were hoping we could change your mind.”

“Convince you,” Jinu added, smiling now, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Not fully. “To give us a chance.”

The word us lingered longer than it should have.

“We don’t want to pressure you,” Baby said, his tone quieter than usual. “But we’re not letting you walk away without trying.”

Jinu leaned forward again, so close now that his scent brushed your skin—warm musk and something rich. And then his eyes dropped to your lips. Just for a second. Barely long enough to notice. But you caught it.

“Just try it,” he murmured. “The job. Us.” His voice was velvet and smoke, threading around your spine. “All we’re asking for is a chance.”

A pause.

Baby leaned in too. “One day,” he whispered, voice brushing your ear like heat. “Just one. Try us.”

The buzzing in your chest returned, fierce and electric, spilling like wildfire through every inch of your body. It pulsed beneath your skin and curled hot in your belly. And even as your rational mind clawed desperately at the reasons you came here to say no—your heart… your body… were already leaning in.

Suddenly, the idea of saying no felt impossible.

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“So wet for me baby”

Jinu’s lips were the first thing you felt.

Soft. Searching. Devouring in the slowest way possible.

He kissed down the slope of your neck like he was tracing a path he already knew by heart, pressing his mouth to every inch of exposed skin like he needed to memorize the taste. His hand cradled your jaw, tilting your head for better access as his tongue flicked just beneath your ear, dragging a whimper from your throat.

“You feel this baby?” he murmured against your skin, voice like molten velvet. “It's for me. Isn’t it?”

You couldn’t breathe. Your hands curled into the sheets, knuckles white, chest heaving with the effort to stay grounded. But there was nothing grounding about Jinu not when he kissed lower, down to your collarbone, your shoulder, the top of your chest, teeth grazing now and then like he was claiming as much as he was worshipping.

Then you felt it.

Movement beneath you. A shift. A second warmth.

Fingers sliding along the backs of your thighs. Strong, unhurried.

His hands slid beneath you, one gripping your hips, the other spreading along your inner thigh like he was easing you open just for him.

“Mmh…” Baby’s voice came from below, deep and husky. “You’re always so responsive. Such a good girl when we touch you.”

His hands slid higher, smoothing over your skin like he had all the time in the world. “That’s it angel,” he whispered, lips brushing the inside of your thigh. “Let us take care of you.”

Baby’s mouth replaced his hands. His hands pinned your thighs apart with gentle force, fingers digging into your skin just enough to remind you who was in control. His tongue licked into you with devastating precision, and every groan he made sent aftershocks up your core.

The moment his tongue dragged along you, your back arched, a soft cry slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

Your fingers tangled in his hair before you even realized it. The moment your hips bucked toward his mouth, your hand dove down, curling into those soft dark strands. You weren’t pulling him closer. You were holding on, like he was the only thing tethering you to earth. And he groaned when you did—low and wrecked—like the act of you clinging to him drove him wild.

Jinu chuckled behind you, his voice smooth and dark beside your ear. “So sensitive baby,” he whispered, brushing your hair back. “Look at you…” His fingers trailed down your arm, slow and affectionate, before tipping your chin down.

You whimpered, hips jerking slightly against Baby’s mouth.

He bit lightly at your neck, then soothed the spot with his tongue. “You should thank him, baby. He’s being so good for you.”

Your voice was broken when it came out. Barely a whisper. But it made Baby moan against you, his tongue flattening, then curling just right—and your fingers gripped his hair tighter.

“Look at him,” Jinu murmured, his hand slipping under your jaw. “Let him see how good he’s making you feel.”

Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy—and then you looked down.

Baby stared up at you from between your thighs.

Your breath caught.

His golden eyes gleamed—inhuman and slitted like a predator’s, glowing beneath the dim light. Violet markings laced across his pale skin, curling along his cheekbones and neck, as if his body couldn’t help revealing what he really was when he touched you like this. And his lips… glistened with your slick, mouth parted as he panted against your heat.

You should’ve been afraid.

But you weren’t.

You moaned at the sight of him, body reacting before your mind could catch up. Something deep inside you snapped, unraveling under the sheer possessive hunger in his gaze.

Baby smirked, the look dark and reverent at once. “That’s it sweetheart,” he murmured, licking his lips slowly and shamelessly. “Look at you. All spread out for me. You were made for this. For us.”

Your hips jerked as he dipped lower again, tongue moving with unrelenting purpose.

“Good girl,” Jinu murmured, smiling against your skin as you arched into them both. "So obedient. So good.” He pressed his mouth to your collarbone, then your shoulder, sucking gently until your skin burned. “Ours to touch. Ours to taste. Say it, baby. Let us hear you.”

You could barely form the words, your voice broken and high as Baby’s tongue dragged another cry from your throat.

“That's it baby,” Jinu breathed, kissing the edge of your lips. “So good for us. Let go...cum for us.”

“I can feel you shaking,” Baby growled from below, his grip on your thighs tightening. "You close, babygirl? Hmm? Let me taste it. Let go. Give it to me."

“That’s ittt,” Jinu whispered, his thumb brushing your lips as you gasped. “Such a good girl for us. Just like that… let it all go.”

And you were close—so close—body trembling, vision going hazy as you clung to the sheets, surrounded by their voices, their touch, their hunger.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

You gasped—eyes snapping open, chest heaving.

You were in bed. Alone.

You woke with a damp skin and thighs still clenched. Your hand was fisted in the sheets, your mouth parted—every nerve still buzzing like Jinu’s lips were at your throat and Baby’s mouth still between your legs.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The doorbell wouldn’t stop.

You blinked hard, disoriented, pulse racing as you sat up. You scrambled off the bed and rushed to the mirror. Your lips were swollen. Your neck was flushed, tinged faintly red, like marks had almost been left behind. You ran your fingers through your hair, tried to fix the way your nightshirt clung to your damp skin. You couldn’t look at yourself too long—you still felt like you were being watched.

Like their eyes were still on you.

Another chime of the doorbell.

You opened the door, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.

A delivery man stood there, silent, holding out a neatly tied paper bag and a wrapped bouquet of flowers. You blinked.

The scent hits you before anything else—warm, soft, and dizzyingly familiar.

“Delivery,” he said, handing them over without a smile.

No sender listed.

You thanked him, voice barely working.

You shut the door gently, clutching both in your arms like they might vanish if you breathed too hard. You set them down and unfolded the bouquet—then froze.

You knew these flowers.

The pale blue and white blossoms, the violet accents tucked between the green. They weren’t common. Not at all. You had studied them once, years ago, when you used to obsess over the secret meanings in petals and colors.

Loyalty.

Longing.

Hidden devotion.

Love deeper than words.

Your stomach flipped.

They were the kind of flowers one sent when words weren’t enough. The kind meant for soul-deep connections. Eternal bonds. Unspoken promises.

Inside the bag is your favorite food but it was the folded note tucked beneath it that made your breath catch.

You opened it slowly. Handwritten.

“Eat up, baby girl. You’ll need your strength back.”

Your stomach fluttered.

No signature. No mark.

But your soul knew.

You didn’t know if it was a dream.

But your legs still trembled.

And your heart knew exactly who sent it.

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The lights were low in the studio lounge, casting golden shadows across the leather couches.

The air wasn’t calm—it was pulsing.

Thrumming.

Tense with something unspoken and thick as smoke.

Jinu lounged back on the couch, sleeves rolled up, collar open, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips. Beside him was Baby sprawled like a sin, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, chest rising slowly, eyes hooded and gleaming. He hadn’t fully come down. Not from her.

“You bastards,” Romance muttered first, tossing a cushion toward Baby’s head. “You actually did it.”

Baby caught it mid-air without flinching, didn’t even blink. “Define did it.”

“You know exactly what we mean,” Mystery drawled, narrowed eyes flicking from Baby to Jinu. “We all felt it. The bond flared.”

“You invaded her dream,” Romance said with a low groan. “Not just one of you—both of you. Together. Do you know how unfair that is?”

“She wanted it,” Baby said simply. “Every sound she made. The way she clung to me—gods, I can still feel her fingers fisting my hair.”

Romance groaned, throwing his head back against the couch dramatically. “Fucking hell. I knew it. The bond spiked so hard last night I thought I was going to lose my damn mind.”

“I felt it too,” Abby muttered, pacing. “My head was burning. My chest wouldn’t stop aching. You two were practically feeding off her.”

Jinu just smiled. “She offered herself to us.”

“Did she agree?” Mystery cut in, eyes sharp now. “To be our manager?”

Baby’s tongue darted across his teeth, golden eyes gleaming faintly. “Not with words. But her body already has. Her soul’s nearly there. She’s teetering.”

“How did it feel?” Abby asked, quietly this time.

Jinu’s eyes went half-lidded. “Like we were sinking into something we’ve been starving for. Like her soul opened to us.”

Baby gave a sharp, low exhale, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “It was better than feeding. Better than killing. I’d starve for a hundred years if it meant tasting her like that again.”

“You two are so fucking lucky,” Abby muttered.

They couldn’t wait to see her again.

Couldn’t wait to have her.

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joaeriz · 2 months ago

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you should write uconn!azzi surprising wnba!paige after one of her games!

📎 you always find me

🏷 pairing: azzi fudd x paige bueckers (uconn!azzi / wnba!paige)

📝 summary: after weeks apart, azzi surprises paige after one of her games — and reminds her what home really feels like.

⚠️ warnings: heavy fluff, minor angst (loneliness mentions), kissing, sleep cuddles, domestic softness, food mentions, extreme sapphiness, general yearning vibes (THE MOST FLUFFIEST FLUFF EVER)

📎 word count: ~1.4K

🧸 author’s note: hi anon! i love u for this req. this one made me so emotional to write because i love the thought of azzi being the kind of person who would fly across the country just to make sure paige feels loved 🥺😭 this is just full of hugs, soft kisses, and them being each other’s safe place. pls let me know if you liked it!!! my inbox is always open for screaming about them 💌💌

The late March air outside the Dallas arena was heavy and warm, the city humming under a velvet sky. Inside, the stadium buzzed with fading energy, fans lingering by the court to get one last glimpse of the night's stars.

Paige Bueckers barely registered any of it.

The game was a blur behind her — the points, the assists, even the standing ovation she got after a no-look pass that made the highlight reel. She smiled, she waved, she answered reporters’ questions like she was supposed to. It was automatic now — a mask she slipped on and off depending on who was watching.

But inside, she was lonely.

Bone-deep lonely.

The kind that made her chest feel hollow no matter how loud the crowd screamed her name.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love her life — the WNBA had always been the dream. She loved the grind, the speed, the stage of it all. She loved her team, her coaches, the fans. She even loved Dallas, most days.

But none of it was enough when she went home at night to a cold, empty apartment.

Home.

That word barely meant anything without Azzi.

God, she missed her.

She missed her laugh, the one that bubbled up from her chest and made Paige feel weightless. She missed the smell of her shampoo. She missed the way Azzi would curl into her side, stealing all the covers, mumbling nonsense in her sleep.

She missed having someone to come home to.

And tonight, after another long game, another exhausting performance, she felt the ache sharper than ever.

Paige trudged off the court, towel slung around her neck, ignoring the lingering flashes of cameras. She just wanted to shower, crawl into bed, and maybe FaceTime Azzi until she passed out.

She wasn’t ready for what was waiting just around the corner.

Paige slowed instinctively as she rounded the hallway into the players' tunnel. Something — she didn’t know what — made her glance up.

And froze.

There, leaning against the wall in her beat-up sneakers and her UConn hoodie, clutching a bouquet of half-crushed sunflowers, was Azzi Fudd.

Paige’s brain short-circuited.

It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real.

Azzi.

Her Azzi.

Her best friend, her favorite person, the girl who still showed up in every one of Paige's dreams no matter how far apart they were.

Azzi’s eyes found hers across the distance — wide, shining, nervous — and for a second, neither of them moved.

Paige’s heart slammed against her ribs, wild and desperate.

And then she ran.

The gym bag hit the ground with a heavy thud as she sprinted across the hallway, crashing into Azzi with so much force that the flowers went flying.

Azzi let out a soft "oof," but she caught her easily, wrapping her arms around Paige like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment.

Paige buried her face in the curve of Azzi’s neck, breathing her in — warm skin, vanilla shampoo, the faintest trace of airplane air. It was so Azzi it hurt.

"I thought I was dreaming," Paige whispered, voice breaking.

Azzi laughed, shaky and close to tears. "I’m really here."

Paige pulled back enough to see her face — flushed cheeks, shining eyes, that perfect crooked smile.

She cupped Azzi’s cheeks in her hands, thumbing away a tear she didn’t realize she was crying. "You didn’t tell me."

Azzi shrugged, ducking her head, suddenly shy. "I wanted to surprise you. We got a break after the tournament, so... I booked a flight. Almost missed my connection. The Uber driver almost killed me on the freeway. But—" She smiled, tilting her head. "Worth it."

Paige laughed wetly, the sound half-sob, half-joy. She shook her head, overwhelmed, and leaned in.

Their kiss was slow and tender, a thousand I-missed-yous poured into a single touch. Azzi melted into her like she always did, like they were two pieces of the same whole finally slotting back together.

Around them, the stadium noise faded into a distant hum. It was just them. It had always been just them.

They barely made it back to Paige’s car, hands tangled together like lifelines.

The drive to her apartment was a series of stolen glances and half-finished sentences. Paige kept reaching over to brush her fingers against Azzi’s thigh, like she couldn’t bear not touching her.

Azzi was still in her travel clothes — oversized hoodie, leggings, hair messily knotted — and Paige thought she looked like the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

"You’re really here," Paige whispered again at a red light.

Azzi smiled at her, sleepy and radiant. "I’m really here."

Paige wanted to cry all over again.

Inside the apartment, Paige dropped everything at the door.

Azzi wandered through the small space, taking it all in — the framed photos of Paige’s first WNBA season, the pair of sneakers abandoned by the couch, the lone sunflower stuck into a water glass on the kitchen counter.

Paige stood in the doorway, watching her nervously.

"It’s not much," she said, rubbing the back of her neck.

Azzi turned around, her smile soft. "It’s perfect. It’s yours."

Paige crossed the room in three steps and kissed her again, fierce and grateful and aching all at once.

They stumbled to the couch, laughing breathlessly. Azzi straddled Paige’s lap, her hands bracketing her face, her forehead pressed to Paige’s.

"I missed you so much it physically hurt," Paige whispered.

Azzi nodded, eyes glassy. "Me too."

They stayed there for a long time, tangled together, whispering nonsense and trading kisses so soft they barely felt like touches.

Paige traced lazy patterns on Azzi’s back, feeling the way her breathing slowed, the way she relaxed fully for the first time in months.

At some point, they drifted into the bedroom, barely managing to peel off their hoodies and jeans before collapsing onto the bed, wrapped around each other like ivy.

Paige fell asleep with her nose buried in Azzi’s hair, Azzi’s fingers tangled with hers under the covers.

She woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, birds chattering somewhere outside.

And Azzi.

Still there.

Still real.

Paige watched her sleep for a long time, memorizing every little detail — the way her nose scrunched slightly, the faint smudges of eyeliner still clinging to her lashes, the slow, even rise and fall of her chest.

Azzi shifted, mumbling something incoherent, and tucked herself closer to Paige’s side, throwing a leg over her hip.

Paige smiled so wide her face hurt.

Eventually, Azzi blinked awake, bleary-eyed and adorable.

"Mornin’," she mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

Paige kissed her forehead. "Best morning ever."

Azzi giggled and buried her face in Paige’s neck. "You’re clingy."

"You showed up across the country," Paige said. "You’re stuck with clingy."

Azzi just smiled, pressing a sleepy kiss to her collarbone.

They stayed like that for a while, cocooned in each other, until Paige’s stomach growled loudly enough to make Azzi snort with laughter.

"Food?" Azzi offered, grinning.

Paige groaned. "I don’t wanna move."

"I’ll cook," Azzi teased. "You just sit there and look pretty."

Paige perked up instantly. "Marry me?"

Azzi laughed, shoving her playfully before dragging herself out of bed.

Paige watched her pad into the kitchen, stealing one of her oversized shirts to wear, her hair a sleepy halo around her head.

And for the first time in months — maybe longer — Paige felt whole.

Not because of the wins or the trophies or the fans.

Because of this.

Because Azzi had found her, across miles and airports and chaos, and she wasn’t letting go.

Paige grabbed her phone and snapped a quick, blurry picture of Azzi at the stove, flipping pancakes with her tongue sticking out in concentration.

My favorite view, she captioned it, sending it to Azzi with a heart emoji.

Azzi looked up, caught her, and winked.

Paige laughed out loud, heart so full she thought it might burst.

She didn’t know where the season would take her. She didn’t know what challenges were waiting. But right now — messy apartment, burnt pancakes, sunflowers wilting in a glass on the counter — this was home.

This was everything.

And she wasn’t letting it go.

Not now.

Not ever.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #uconn wbb #dallas wings #uconn #pazzi #paige and azzi #paige bueckers and azzi fudd #fluff #anon request #joaeriz #college wbb #wnba #wlw

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httpsserene · 10 days ago

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˖♡ - ̗̀ ⇢ it took way too long for me to empty my inbox, but the day has finally come. i am accepting requests again 🤗🤗🤗

feel free to browse through my table of contents to see the works i've written so far. and, check my glossary to see the drivers i write for—it's a surprisingly long list! the glossary also talks about my request guidelines if you want to skip my info dumping down below.

after that, you are totally welcome to send me an ask with your request 💌 🤲🏽

if you've never come across my blog before, i’m serene :)

i write f1 x reader oneshots and smaus. i made this blog to write black & poc fem!readers, because i'm a black woman lol and i wanted to bring more diverse readers to f1 rpf content—but i will happily write for a reader that's another race/ethnicity if you specify that in your request. i also write for gender neutral readers if you ask! you are welcome to send a faceclaim, too. i write poly!f1 fics as well (drivers x reader). i'm comfortable writing fluff, angst, smut and suggestive content; i DO NOT write noncon or dark content.

once again, thank you all for reading my silly little fanfics and i am so eager to see all the ideas y'all have for me !!! i appreciate y’all so much, and i can't wait to see what you send my way xoxo 🤍

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cannibal-alien · 2 months ago

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꒰ 💌 ꒱ what’s that? a love letter? ❤︎

yup, that’s right!! even though my inbox isn’t exactly empty yetttttt,, i wanted to try this out after seeing an oomf do it… (^_^) , hope u guys are interested!! …so, what does that mean?

forsaken & regretevator matchups are closed! ❤️

❔what IS a matchup? shoot me an ask with a detailed breakdown about yourself and i’ll pair you up with a character i see romantically fitting for you! (i will not be doing platonic or familial matchups at this time </3)

‼️ rules & guidelines:

i will not be pairing anyone with minors (c00lkidd, gnarpy, you get the idea)

you get what you get & you don’t get upset! i will not be personally excluding characters from my roster. this is my own opinion just for fun, and a surprise! ^w^

please choose 1 fandom only! i am limiting these to 0/4 because this is only the trial run!!

don’t be upset if yours doesn’t get finished. there will be plenty of opportunities in the future!!! 🫶🏻

🎀 important, necessary information: a brief description of your personality, hobbies/interests, pronouns, likes & dislikes, love language, & gender preference!

🎀 optional information i’d still love to use: your mbti, dealbreakers/pet peeves, what you look for in a partner, as well as anything else you’d like me to know! :3

please note that i do not want any personal information!!! your age & name are not required.

#forsaken #forsaken x reader #regretevator x reader #regretevator #don’t be afraid to ask any questions!!#i will answer any and all of them<3

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tobeholyistobeempty · 3 days ago

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PLEASE TAKE YOUR EFFING TIME WITH THE SMUT WE KNOW IT WILL BE GLORIOUS DONT FEEL RUSHED LET YOUR CREATIVE BRAIN FLOOOOOOW

THANK YOU IM GONNA KISS U THRU THE SCREEN

this part is going to have the filthiest dialogue i’ve probably ever conjured so i promise it will be worth the wait. simon has a lot of pent up energy y’feel

#like i’ve had to put my phone down atleast 8 times #it doesn’t help that i’m writing this whole thing in fucking tumblr drafts #rip me and my fingers #anything for ghost dick tho #SMOOCH #ily #empty’s inbox 💌

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mistydeyes · 2 years ago

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suppressed feelings of hatred

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summary: With the 141 gone and transferred to somewhere unknown, your life should've returned back to normal but you still find your self haunted by a singular man.

part i - behind closed doors part ii - hollow apologies and avoiding glances part iii - half empty glasses with unchanging perspectives

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader (but like not even a pairing at this point lol)

okay real talk here and same psa as before but please do not read if you are not comfortable with ANY OF THIS! it is upsetting in all aspects!!

warnings: mentions of torture/violence/cuts/scars, swearing, blood, abusive language, ANGST GALORE

a/n: AS PROMISED here we have part iv! not as heavy as the previous ones but trust me it sets up the next part of their story. i also have a few asks in my inbox with some amazing ideas and thoughts on the story so be sure to look for a q+a coming up!

💌 @nadinesabre @casualunknownrunaway @originaldeerhottub @justpasssingby @missroro @josieguts @miss-i-ship-it @sicknasty03 @jojoblossom @azwong @shadofireshinobi @caramlizedtomatoes @deltottoro @kenz-ee @teehee-47 @tiredmetalenthusiast @hollowmasque @strawberrychita @capricorn-anon @rapture2009 @studioghiblijiji @bitchoftoji @mikeswifie

and for @lirikonjaa mmmmm just gotta be searching for that happy ending bc HAHa DARK TIMES ARE BACK FOR ECLIPSE

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“Love, it’s time to wake up,” you could hear a voice reassure you as you stretched your tired limbs in the warm sheets. You lazily moved the hair out of your eyes as you adapted to the stream of morning light. The room was warmly aglow and smelled vaguely of cinnamon and pancakes. Despite the unknown location, you felt comforted by the figure by your side. “Did you sleep well?” the voice asked as you turned over. In your bed, lay Simon with a boyish smile on his rested face. His torso was exposed and revealed a soft web of silvery scars.“Well enough,” you replied as you put a hand on his turned side. He moved an arm to caress your form. His touch was soft as he ran his fingers along your naked body. As you embraced the radiant sun and his smile, you could feel his arm move up to your shoulder and neck. “What are you doing?” was all you could muster out before you felt his hands tighten ever so slowly around your neck. “I’ll make sure to do the job right this time.”

“GET OFF OF ME!” you screamed as you jerked forward. Your forehead was slick with sweat as you gripped the cold sheets. You tore them off, exposing yourself to the night air of your quarters. You couldn’t help but throw the bottle of Trazadone that was mockingly sitting on your nightstand. It was added to your hefty regiment after you complained of insomnia and the inability to relax. Now you were blessed with horrifying dreams and the image of a singular masked individual.

Mere hours later you made the quick jog to your workstation. You could see your reflection on the shined letters of the wing. THE EDUCATIONAL & TRAINING SERVICES SECTOR it read and you couldn't help but scoff. Rather than a decorated and experienced sergeant, you were relinquished to be a glorified teacher's assistant. As you entered the bright desk space, you greeted your commanding officer with a monotone, "Good morning." He followed you as you sunk down at the sturdy wooden desk with the current files of the newest recruits. "Fresh from Pirbright," he commented before patting your shoulder and walking away. Even at the slight, platonic touch, you could feel shivers envelop your body. You dug your fingernails into the woven fabric of your khaki trousers as you tried to slow your breathing. "Everything alright?" your colleague asked as she looked around her stack of the newest training programmes and manuals. You gave her a slight wave of the hand and returned to the files. "Someone needs their coffee," she commented under her breath and it took everything in you not to throw the stack at her bun.

The day dragged on painstakingly slowly as you flipped through the confidential files of young teenagers, so full of life and energy. You envied their excitement in the photos as through their stoic smiles, you could see light within their eyes. You were like that once, 16 and ready to serve your country. Emphasis on once. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into," you could feel yourself repeating internally. When it came to the next file, you immediately slammed it closed, cutting your index finger in the process. You held your finger to your mouth, feeling nauseous at the taste of iron on your tongue. You could feel the pressure mount as you felt the piercing gaze of the office center on your hunched-over figure. Before anyone could rush over with fake sympathies, you slowly opened the file as it lay mockingly on your desk.

You held in all emotions as you looked at the singular picture of the newest recruit. The name and details of the potential soldier grew hazy in your eyes but that wasn't what you found yourself focusing on. The boy's eyes were brown, almost black in the darkened lighting of the Pirbright intake center. The darkness dissipated into his deep eye bags which conveyed sleepless nights and perpetual insomnia. However, what made your throat rise in anxiety and ears ring with white noise was the way the deep-set eyes and feathery lashes stared into your soul. For those weren't the eyes of this random recruit, they were the eyes of a pre-mature killer. The eyes of a future torturer who coincidentally resembled the singular man who haunted your every dream. They contained the aura of a cold-hearted man, the eyes of Ghost.

As you felt exposed under the strong gaze, you could hear someone clear their throat behind you. "Something the matter, Sergeant?" your commanding officer said, a hint of kindness and concern in his voice. You struggled to keep your cool as you turned back to him. "Just a little tired, Captain," you replied to the best of your ability, "you know the eye strain and all." As you covered your lie with a hollow laugh, he shook his head. "Take the rest of the day off," he instructed, "Pirbright isn't bussing them over until next week." With that, you got up from your desk and pocketed your few belongings. You could feel your fingernails pierce into the thin flesh of your palms as you exited. You wanted to scream the minute you entered back into the hallway to the barracks. You hated the way people looked at you like a kicked puppy or the sympathetic tones that laced every conversation. Hell, ever since last month, you should've been ecstatic.

"We're transferring," Gaz said after a surprise visit to your side of the base. You were enraged at the bold gesture as he stood there in his stupid cap. He was in your safe space, the only place you could run away from it all and not have to have any reminder of them. To his "farewell", you nodded as you gritted your teeth. It was a thoughtless gesture that he saw through. A pitiful attempt to keep up appearances to the gazes of the office. "That's great news," you said, fake enthusiasm coating your voice. His smile faltered as he stuck out a hand to you. Staring back at it, you let your facade fall and put your hands back behind your back. "Goodbye, Gaz." you simply remarked before retreating out of his pitiful sight.

Yet as you returned back to your dim room, you felt like you were drowning in a sea of emotions. You kicked the closed door before turning on the lights to reveal a small manila folder on the ground. You cautiously approached it before picking it up gingerly and laying it on your desk. As you opened the folder up, you were distracted by a singular bold color in your periphery. A red post-it note. You found yourself grinning at the sight of it as you held it in your trembling hands. The file's contents were the least of your concerns as you smiled at the words scribbled in black ink. It practically looked like a calling card that answered your frustrations, as if someone knew and shared in your deep hatred for the 141. “Heard you needed someone, contact P.G. You know where to find him, Eclipse.”

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phoebehalliwell · 5 months ago

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but i take your cole/daryl couple and raise you a cole/daryl/sheila throuple.

darryl being like i can't do this man i have a wife and cole's like okay and then at the next social gathering or whatever he's totally seducing shiela and darryl's like noooooo why am i so into this.

#later that night sheila's like applying her face lotion getting ready for bad and asks like it's an unpromted question:#what do you think about threesomes? and darryl's head almost explodes #charmed #cole x darryl x sheila #💌#margarets inbox emptying spree

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dont even worry like i just finished uni and i get u. no pressure to update but i am here waiting ❤️ i too would fold for jeno sorry i am NO better than yn. i am yn.

HAHAHA LITERALLY LIKE i would not stand up i could NOT fumble him. BUT I DO RLY WANNA GET MORE UPDATES OUT BC I HAVE ALOT OF DRAMA PLANNED like the last chapter was just the beginning i have a big lore drop soon but i do also know finals are gonna GET ME

#mrkified inbox .ᐟ 💌#fic: empty promises 𓈒 ⊹

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littlespacereader · 1 year ago

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hi!! i just found ur account n love ur fics ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა could you do a matt murdock fic? (completely ok if not!!) no specific prompts in mind, just something including alot of comfort !! also preferably for a masc or gn reader💌 ty!!

I was looking through my inbox for a cute prompt so I could make a Valentine’s Day fic when I came across this adorable idea!!! Ahhhhh!!! Thank you so much for asking for a Daredevil fic!! Matt Murdock lives in my heart rent free! He would be such a cute CG!! I hope you don’t mind me making the reader GN so everyone could enjoy it as a Valentine’s Day fic. Please feel free to sent me another request! I love the daredevil show and would die to write another one like this! Please enjoy the fic everyone!

Happy late Valentine’s Day!💞 -Clara :)

Caregiver Little Day🧺💘

Caregiver! Matt Murdock & GN Little! Reader

Tags - hurt and comfort, tickling, surprises, picnic day, cuddling, hand holding

Nicknames - little navigator, munchkin & Dadee for Matt

Another rough day in New York City. It wasn’t really the City’s fault, nor was it my own. It just felt like life was getting harder and harder.

I’ve been working longer more exhausting shift at my job. Adding onto a long subway ride and long walk home to Hell’s Kitchen.

Sometimes Matt would be home but working on his next court case. So it would result in having a late dinner, small conversations here and there, then watching tv by myself while he went out to his second job.

Sometimes I would get home so late that Matt would already be out at his second job. I would just walk into an empty house with no one to talk to.

I can’t even remember the last time I regressed but did I need to now more than ever today. Everyone at my job was talking about their elaborate Valentine’s Day plans and what they think their spouse or partner was getting them.

With how busy things have been…I don’t know if Matt even remembers. I don’t blame him of course, he has two busy jobs! One saving lives in a court room and the other saving lives in Hell’s Kitchen. I just wish he could save me from my life.

Ding, ding. The subway arrived at my station in Hell’s Kitchen. I quickly get off and start the trek to mine and Matt’s house. The air is still chilly despite the ground hog saying spring was just around the corner.

I made my way up the stairs of my house and unlocked the door. I just wished and wished that maybe I wasn’t too late, maybe he was home and I could actually talk to him before he rushed out to be Daredevil. Maybe I would be able to tell him about my horrible day.

But my hopes were crushed when I returned to an empty house. Tears brimmed my eyes but there was no one to cry to, no one to be upset at except for the walls of the house.

I threw my stuff down by the door and just stormed off to our bedroom. I could feel myself getting upset by the second and in turn regressing without realizing it.

I grabbed my pillow, grabbed my blanket, then finally my little family of stuffies and threw it all onto the couch. I didn’t feel like sleeping but I also didn’t feel like being totally awake either, so it was a movie night with the stuffies on the couch type of night.

I quickly changed and grabbed my sippy cup from the kitchen before plopping down on the couch for the night.

I kept switching from show to show, trying to find one that helped me to relax. Stupid Valentine’s Day making me feel horrible!

Eventually when the clock hit somewhere between 2am and 3, I fell asleep while watching Blues Clues. Hoping that maybe when I woke up, Matt would be there to say good morning too.

~~~

I woke up to the smell of something amazing! Was someone cooking? I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was still on the couch. But then I was met with a smile and..a balloon!?!

Matt looked over the couch and smiled seeing me awake. He grabbed the heart shaped balloon and brought it over to where I was sleeping.

“Good morning my Valentine! Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N!”

I just stared at him, both in shock and because…well…I just woke up…so I’m like half asleep here.

“You remembered?”

“I never forgot,” he smiled back.

He rounded the couch and took a seat next to me as I sat up. He handed me the red balloon as he began to talk. “Y/N, I know I haven’t been here as much as I’ve wanted to be for you, and I want to apologize for that.”

“It’s-.” I began to say before getting cut off.

“It’s not okay. I know you don’t want to hurt my feelings but it’s not okay that you’ve been alone as much as you have been. Coming home last night to you sleeping on the couch regressed and alone finally woke it up to me that there is something wrong in our lives. Between my two jobs I haven’t been home as much when you come home and I’m sorry for that. I’m especially sorry I haven’t been here a lot for Little you.”

“But that all changes after today. I’m making sure I’m home and by your side ever night. Especially if a certain someone comes home and is feeling a bit younger,” he added poking my stomach and making me giggle.

“Sound good munchkin?” He asked. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“No more Uncle Foggy keeping you at the office?” I asked.

Matt smiled and shook his head, “No more. If he want to keep talking to me about another case he can come home and join me. But I’m sure the moment he sees little old you, he’s going to have a change of heart.”

“No more Daredevil?” I asked worried. As much as I worried about him at night, I knew Hell’s Kitchen still needed him.

“Not as often anymore. And especially not if you regress. At the end of the day you’re my first priority. Then the city.” He explained.

I took in all the information then nodded, “Sounds good.” I smiled.

“Now,” Matt clapped, “I have a big day planned for us. I overheard someone talking about a Daddy-Daughter or a Mommy-Son day for Valentine’s Day and it got me thinking. What about a Caregiver-Little Day for our Valentine’s Day?”

I gasped and smiled, “That would be amazing!”

“I’ve got our whole day planned for us, nothing too spectacular or fancy but a fun day nonetheless!”

“Dadee?”

“Yes?”

“What’s burning in the kitchen?”

“Shit!”

Matt jumped up from the couch and ran over to the stove. I jumped up and followed and there, burning on top of it was an attempt at a pancake.

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed.” Matt chuckled. I laughed too.

“We both know Claire is the best cook out of all of us.”

“Karen too, I just hate to admit it.” Matt joked.

“Want some fruits instead?” He asked as he threw out the burnt pancake.

“Yes please!”

And so that’s how our morning started. Matt and I sat on the couch enjoy our non-burnt breakfast, a nice fruit salad.

Then came the first surprise. Matt went to the bedroom and grabbed a red gift bag with another balloon attached to it. I started laughing and Matt immediately smiled hearing my giggles.

“You haven’t even seen what’s inside the bag and you’re already laughing?”

“Dadee…the balloon has writing on it.”

Matt sighed as he sat down beside me once more. He couldn’t help but smile as he turned his head towards me, “What does it say?”

“It says happy 50th anniversary.” I giggled.

All at once the two of us started laughing like crazy together. It was such an honest mistake, after all how would Matt know, but a mistake that just made everything even more funny. Plus it wasn’t the first time he’s made that mistake. Last year for my birthday it was get well soon.

After the two of us caught our breaths from the laughter, he handed me the tiny gift bag. “Here, it’s just a little something to start our day off with.”

Before I ripped the tissue paper away, I paused and looked back up at Matt, “But I didn’t get you anything.” I said disappointed.

“That’s okay, you didn’t know I was going to surprise you.” He explained but I wasn’t so satisfied. Maybe I could find something on our adventures today.

After much delay I ripped the tissue paper away and pulled out the gift. It was a beautiful and soft blanket! But not the normal type of blanket…this is a picnic blanket!

“It’s a picnic blanket!” I smiled as all the possibilities of what we could do ran through my head.

“So what do you think that means for us today?” Matt smirked.

I gasped and smiled back, “WE’RE GOING ON A PICNIC?!”

“That’s right munchkin, we’re going to have a picnic today.”

I couldn’t help but lean over and hug him. All the stresses and all the dread of the day before washing away with this amazing day that has really just begun.

We both got changed out of our pjs and then spent the rest of the morning getting our picnic supplies together. After all, you can’t really burn a sandwich…or can you?

Well with our picnic supplies, new blanket, and basket full of food, we departed our house and made our way to our favorite park.

Once Matt locked the door, he turned to me and held my hand in his, “I need my little navigator to help us get to the park.”

The compliment always brought a blush to my face. I always loved walking with him through the city. I always told him what was happening around us and the crazy sights I was sadly witnessing.

But eventually we made it to the park! Matt helped lay the picnic blanket and I started to help set out our little lunch together. Then the two of us relaxed.

Matt draped one arm around me and I leaned into his side. The air was so calm with a little breeze here and there. It wasn’t sunny, a bit overcast. But I loved the overcast weather, it wasn’t as harsh on the eyes like a sunny day was. Everything was just right.

After eating our sandwiches we started to eat a little treat Matt bought for our day as well, a small box of candies. “No more than two.” He said sternly, but he didn’t have any heat behind it.

With our sandwiches and some candies eaten, the two of us relaxed on our blanket and just felt as the breeze swept over us occasionally.

I loved to watch the clouds go by. So as each one rolled by I would tell Matt what I thought each one looked like.

“This one…looks like an elephant fishing!”

“An elephant fishing? Why would they be fishing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s their hobby.” I giggled.

“This onnnneeeeeee looks like a…a…banana with a sun hat!” I explained.

“What? What kind of sky are you looking at?” He laughed as well.

“Oh! Oh! This next one looks like-.” It looked like a flower wearing a dress. But the dress didn’t matter. What mattered was I had a brilliant idea.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back!” I jumped up.

“Don’t go too far okay?” Matt said before I took off. I ran around the sides of the park picking flowers that had already fallen. (I wouldn’t pick and kill them!)

With my tiny collection I returned to Matt. I sat beside him and took his hand in mine. “Ta-da! Happy Valentine’s Day Dadee! It’s a bouquet of flowers! I’ll describe each one for you.”

He lead his hand and had him feel each of the flowers I grabbed. Telling him how tall I thought they were and what color the flower was. All with Matt having the biggest smile on his face.

“They all sound beautiful. But it’s the thought that means the most to me. Thank you so much Y/N. I love them.” Matt pulled me into a nice tight hug. I rest my head against his shoulder and sighed happily.

Once we broke apart we just laid together, hand in hand on our picnic blanket. I rest my head against his chest and he rested his head on top of mine. The two of us just took comfort in being with the other.

“Maybe we should bring Aunt Karen and Uncle Foggy to this park? What do you think?” Matt suggested.

“No we gotta bring them to the park on Riverside!”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I wanna show Uncle Foggy the big slide there!”

“You think he’d go down it?”

“What do you think?” I laughed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Matt laughed as well.

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