#i really wanted to go for dreamy vibes

[chelchelchel]

who do necromancers dream of?

[schnaf]

24 days until jungsu's 24th birthday

day 4 - overload

[joonberriess]

t h e b o y i s m i n e

⋆ TAGS — mean!jk, heavy degradation, sub!oc vibes, fingering, creampiess, pussy eating, oc is super sensitive hehe, cock warming in the car, ass play(?), intense cow girl moment, dirty talk, mentions of squirting(?), messy sex, oc is cunty (CUNT CUNT CUNT), RED MF FLAGS, jk ain’t shit and neither is oc, mentions of cheating, possessive!oc don’t play about her bestie, joon n oc moment bc why not, she’s lowkey a bimbo, jk likes mocking oc, nasty sex, jk’s a simp for his bestie, oc whines a lot lol, 4liferrrsssss, oc messy asf but jk is too

⋆ WORD COUNT — 6.2 k

‘Something’s not right.’ Is what Sujin begins to think right off the bat when her boyfriend brings her to meet his “best friend”. Sujin already knew that Jungkook had a “girl” best friend wayy before she even talked to the man. All her friends were against it when she told them she was interested in Jungkook.

“No girl, you’re gonna regret it like big time. That man is going to have you looking like a fool.” They’d say but Sujin seemed hard of hearing..

Sujin knew what she was getting into but nothing could have prepared her for the hot piping mess being served in front of her face. For fucks sake her boyfriend couldn’t even fucking sit next to her because he chose to sit with “y/n”. Sujin wants to think it’s a childhood thing, maybe that’s why they’re so unnaturally close.

“Oh.” Sujin says when y/n tells her that no, they in fact met almost two years ago as college freshmans. (Sujin’s beginning to run out of ideas to make up in her head so she doesn’t go insane over the sight of you casually touching her boyfriend and Jungkook letting it happen?) Jungkook even helps separate your perilla leaf with his chopsticks.

What are you a child? Sujin’s NOT liking this so far.

“So,” Sujin smiles as politely as she can muster, “how’d you guys meet?”

You smile softly back at her, “My brother has a frat house and Jungkook happened to join, we only met cause my brother was forcing his frat guys to help me move into my new apartment. He made them do it shirtless which was pretty funny.”

Sujin nods slowly, “Ohh.. how nice. So like you guys started hanging out or what’s the deal?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I saw her manga books and we bonded over that,” he keeps it curt, like he’s not interested in talking to her (his own girlfriend), “we started chilling and yeah.” Sujin fucking hates when he talks to her like he’s bored already.

“He kept saying I reminded him of Bayonetta!” You pipe back in with a dreamy smile.

“Uh-huh, Bayonetta..” Sujin clears her throat and shifts around in her seat, “Uhh well, I think it’s getting a bit late no? Kinda time for me to get going.”

You purse your lips in a soft pout and nod at her, “I see.. I hope to see you again, you’re really nice and pretty.” You coo, “Jungkookie’s super lucky to have you,” Sujin appreciates your sincerity but she’s not so sure if she can look past how close you are with her boyfriend.

“You didn’t bring your car didn’t you?” Jungkook suddenly says, “C’mon I’ll drive you.” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for you take.

Sujin’s jaw nearly drops as HER boyfriend slings your purse over his shoulder and helps you up, guiding you out of the booth by a hand to your back.

“Jungkook.” Sujin snaps, “I think she’s got it don’t you think?” Her boyfriend turns to look at her, and proceeds to give her the meanest fucking mug ever. Like if she had the audacity to ruin whatever the fuck was happening in front her. “What?” Sujin raises a brow.

You look up at Jungkook with those stupid puppy eyes of yours, “I can call an uber no biggie.” You say softly.

“Hey, since our meeting was cut so short, how bout I pay for it, yeah?” Sujin smiles while whipping her phone out and pressing ‘request’, like she didn’t have that ride ready to order.

Jungkook does that thing when he’s pissed where he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, he has the audacity to have a staredown with her but Sujin doesn’t back down. “..Yeah, I’ll walk you out then y/n.”

“It was nice meeting you.” You softly say while hugging Sujin tightly before waltzing out the door with Jungkook’s hand over your hip.

Sujin has to pinch the bridge of her nose, on one hand you’re the sweetest thing ever but c’mon you can’t be THAT dense can you? Sujin would have liked you in another world where you weren’t trying to get with her boyfriend.

Sujin looks out of the window and sees Jungkook leaning against the car door while you slip into the back. He’s telling you something and you’re looking at him like he’s hung the fucking stars or something. Luckily nothing happens and Jungkook closes the door before stepping back to watch the car take off.

“Fucking prick.” Sujin mutters under her breath as she steps out with a pissed look. “What the fuck was that Jungkook, huh? You gonna sit there and lie to my face and tell me not to worry about her? Answer me.” She lightly hits his arm.

Jungkook sighs deeply, “What? Fuck are you on right now, the night was going so good I don’t see the problem here.”

His nonchalant attitude makes her seethe even more, “Jungkook, she has no fucking boundaries and you don’t seem to give a shit about that, I’m the GIRLFRIEND here but this fucking turned into me meeting you two instead of her meeting me. It’s fucking humiliating watching her put hands on my boyfriend and worse that you chose to sit with her.”

���And yet you knew I was friends with her. Literally that’s everything everyone’s been telling you before I brought you here to meet her, be prepared for how close y/n is with me. This isn’t brand new to you Sujin.” Jungkook replies while fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.

Sujin watches in disbelief as he lights it and takes a drag like nothing, “That doesn’t make it okay for her to do that though. Close or not I don’t give a fuck Jungkook, you’re either with me or you’re not.” She snaps, “So tell me now before I waste my fucking time.”

Jungkook takes his sweet time, puffing away as he watches the smoke disappear into the night sky, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Sujin tilts her head, “Okay, what?”

“It’s over.” And just like that Sujin’s jaw drops for real this time, she’s utterly gagged into silence as she watches her (now) ex-boyfriend stomp out the cigarette before turning to her with a sinister look in his eye, “Bye.” He passes without as much as a glance, leaving her silent.

Sujin turns her head and watches him leave, “What the fuck.” She whispers.

.

(Not even an hour later.)

“Okay, this one or this one?” You held up two different babydoll dresses—one white with delicate frills, the other silk but more of a bodycon-type but it had a cute bow on it so why not.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flick up from his phone, he stares at both of the dresses for a cool minute before nodding his head, “The white one.” He leans back with one arm on the bed and both legs spread apart (gosh him and his manspreading).

“I thought so too!” You happily say and carelessly toss it into the pile of clothes lying in your open suitcase, “Okay now help me decide between my sneakers or my ballet flats?” He doesn’t even answer cause he’s busy laughing at something on his phone.

“Jungkooookkk,” you huff irritably but this man does not look up. He just toys with his stupid lip ring while smiling down at his screen.

You let the shoes hit the ground as you quietly saunter over, slipping right into his lap with practiced ease. He doesn’t react because this is an all too familiar scene for him. He hooks his arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder, still scrolling mindlessly. “What’s up? Hm.” He murmurs.

“I needed your help choosing which shoes I should take.” You hide your face in his neck and lay one tiny kiss on it, “You’re mean.”

“Am I?” Jungkook brings you down with him when he slowly lays back on the bed. He tosses his phone somewhere and rests his arm behind his head. His free hand strokes your backside, cheekily stopping right above your ass before repeating.

Your hands settle over his toned stomach where his shirt has ridden up revealing his beautiful physique underneath. His damn Calvin Klein boxers hug him just right too, hanging low over his hips where a small amount of hair leads down…you know where..

“Mm-hm, ‘s not nice to ignore me.” You nod with a dreamy look, pillowy lips pursed (which make them much more alluring in Jungkook’s humble opinion).

Jungkook hums again and runs his hand over your ass, landing small little pats of appreciation here ‘n there, “It isn’t huh,” he trails off quietly while tattooed fingers make work of the bow tied around the front of your shorts.

You shake your head and come down so that you’re chest to chest with Jungkook, face leveled with his as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. “No,” you softly say, nimble fingers creeping under his shirt to trail up his middle with light feathery touches.

“No.” He softly mimics in a high-pitched tone that’s meant to sound like you, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, but you might wanna get a move on though cause the guys are gonna be here any minute now ‘n you don’t want them to come in and see what a desperate little thing you are? No huh,” he mock pouts while tapping your cheek.

“You’re mean! I’m not talking to you for ten whole minutes.” You huff angrily and get off his lap, “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” You’re whining again before you can even stop yourself. It makes him double over in laughter, shoulders shaking and all too.

“My bad, my bad, I didn’t realize you were still upset over the shoes.” He chuckles while sitting back up with messy hair, “C’mere I’ll make it better.” He waves his hand, “C’mere! I’m not joking!” He laughs because you look at him incredulously.

You fold your arms over your chest and turn away, “No, I have to pack remember?” You’re shoving clothes into your suitcase with a quiet huff.

“Yeah, yeah.” You don’t even notice when he comes up behind and hauls you up into his arms. Jungkook tosses you on the bed like nothing causing you to yelp in surprise as your body bounces off the mattress a little, “If I give you a kiss will you quit your fuckin’ pouting?” He smirks.

You nod vigorously, “I want one here, here, and here.” You tap different areas on your face.

“I said one, not fucking five,” he snorts while peppering your face in small smooches regardless because he could never resist a pretty girl like you, “dumb little thing you are.”

“They don’t count as real kisses.” You smugly reply.

Jungkook smirks, “Oh, and what does hm? Give your Jungkookie a kiss and show me.” Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

You’re lips locked, softly moaning as he kisses the fuck out of you. It’s the way his lips glide over yours so smoothly like you’re meant to be kissing. All you can really do is dreamily sigh while his tongue runs over the seam of your lips. Of course you let him in and the kiss gets filthier if possible.

You feel his hand slide up your back slowly until he’s hooking his finger under the strap of your flimsy sleep top. He watches in hunger as your tit slips out from under the top, perky nipple already hard as he leans down to wrap his lips around it. The pleasure is hot when his tongue presses down on the bud, he has you whimpering quietly while burying your fingers through his hair.

“Mmm–Jungkook, wait,” you breathlessly sigh while pushing his face away, “Sujin.” You softly say while playing with his hair, “What ‘bout her?”

Jungkook stares back up at you through hooded eyes, “Who?” He replies to which you grin back, “Hm, just let me enjoy your tits in peace.” He crudely mumbles before taking your nipple back into his hot mouth.

He fondles and squeezes your other tit while sucking on your rather sensitive teat. The heat between your legs is unbearable, Jungkook knew damn well why you hated having your nipples played with yet he carried on without a care. Your poor clit throbbed from neglect and your pussy was slicking up by the second, you fear a glob would slip out if he dared to switch your positions.

“J-Jungkook..!” You huff and press your thighs together hoping to alleviate some of the heat.

He pinches hard causing you to whine, it doesn’t stop him because he’s then using a hint of teeth on your sensitive bud. “Oh..!” Your mouth falls open and your back arches off the bed, thighs shaky and wobbly.

Jungkook pulls away with a string of slick connecting to your nipple, “Turn over baby,” he smacks your ass hard and jiggles your cheek, “arch that pretty back for me, yeahh like that—low.” He darkly comments while watching you turn over with your hips raised high and front flat to the bed.

He shuffles around and gets behind you holding you steady with a hand to your hip. “Pull ‘em to the side,” he says while lazily pushing his sweats down, shoving them low enough till they’re right under his balls, “How desperate are you, hm? How bad do you want this cock baby?” He grins while slapping the tip through your dewy sticky folds.

You bite your lip and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him, “Bad, need it so bad Jungkookie..feel so empty without it.” You pout while pushing back until his cock gets trapped between your thighs, the thick shaft pressing right up against your throbbing little clit.

“Yeah?” Jungkook licks his lips, “Gonna let me have it?” He murmurs as his cock slides through the mess between your thighs, globs of slick coating the shaft.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a rough smack to your ass, “Push me in baby.”

You reach back to rub his cock through your folds, tapping the tip against your needy hole until it catches. Your breath hitches as the tip pops in, he doesn’t make a move to shove himself deeper or anything—he stays perfectly still.

“Jungkook!” You turn to glare back at him, “S-Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not doing anything, if you want it you know what to do.” Jungkook grins while biting his lip, “You know what I wanna see baby, don’t play dumb.”

You grumble under your breath and slowly push your hips back until your ass meets his pelvis. There’s a low squelch as the rest of his cock slips in and as much as you would’ve loved for him to fuck you, this was also good. You pant hotly into the pillow and wiggle around with soft little ‘mm’s as Jungkook rubs his hand over your hip and holds you steady.

“There you go, bring it back for me,” he huskily mumbles while watching the ripple of your cheeks jiggle each time your ass meets his pelvis.

Little clapping noises begin to rise subtly as your pace gets quicker and quicker. You meet him thrust for thrust, there’s a low fopping sound as his balls make contact with your puckered lips, pressing right up against you each time you bottom out.

Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the sight of your pretty pink rim hugging his cock tight each time he backstrokes. His cock is covered in a sheen of slick and he swears every time he pushes back in he comes back out with more.

“So messy,” he lays his thumb over your other puckered hole, “hear that?” He grunts, “Sloppy lil cunt taking me so well, got you creaming for me.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches when his thumb accidentally slips through the tight barrier and into your ass. You loudly mewl and buck your hips in surprise, it doesn’t hurt but it feels weird..weird in a good way though.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He licks his lips, “Baby loves having her holes filled up doesn’t she?”

You moan in response and bury your face in the pillow with muffled cries. The pleasure shoots up your spine and has you curling in on yourself. Your cunt throbs like crazy now and everything somehow feels ten times better than before.

“Answer me.” Jungkook slaps your cheek rather hard.

“Mmph–y-yes..!” You whimper despite the pillow being in your mouth.

“Yea,” he laughs as he suddenly snaps his hips up, “you love it don’t you? Can’t get enough of this cock.” He plows into you with repeated thrusts, each one jostling you up the bed and sending you into a pleasure hazed mind.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Jungkook grips you by the hip with one hand and slams you back onto his cock. Your toes curl from the intensity of his cock slamming into your g-spot while his thumb fills your ass. The heat coiling in your tummy has you squirming and whimpering.

“Too much? Where you goin?” You don’t realize you’re actively moving away from him till his cock threatens to slip out, “You can take it baby, don’t run.” He laughs low while dragging you right back onto his cock.

In fact he follows you down till you’re laying flat on the bed and his thumb slips out of your puckered hole, “Gonna cum? Hm?” He lays flat over your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder, “C’mon, don’t go stupid on me.” He smacks your cheek gently a couple of times.

“Yes..!” You gasp breathily, “S-So, so close..” Your voice sounds wobbly and garbled, and the shaking in your thighs doesn’t stop.

Jungkook coos, “So close,” he buries his face in the side of your neck and leaves marks of his own there, “go on, cum on this dick.”

Your lips part and you let out a high-pitched mewl, your pussy spasms around him with your cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. Your eyes slip shut and you slump against the bed with a whine, the orgasm took the life out of you.

“Fuuckk,” he sighs as he slows down, grinding his cock in and out of the mess between your thighs, “good girl,” he groans softly until he comes to a stop and stills.

His cock throbs and twitches, spurt after spurt of cum filling you to the brim. You can feel some of it slide out with globs of your own slick. Jungkook hums deeply and gives your ass a pat of appreciation, “Shower?” He asks softly.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod still face down in the sheets.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook copies while laughing to himself as he slips out of your cunt with a lewd squelch. You don’t even have the energy to fight with him right now, you’re just ready for bed at this point.

+

You can’t help the little yawn that escapes as you turn your face to tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side. Whose idea was it to take a roadtrip to Busan, you don’t know but you’re barely even awake after that rough fucking.

You and Jungkook had opted to sit in the back away from everyone and enjoy each other’s company instead. Jungkook’s hand came to rest over your thigh like that’s his permanent spot.

So far the ride is peaceful, Yoongi’s managed to successfully get you all out of the city and onto the highway (thanks to Namjoon’s excellent navigation skills). In front of you Jimin’s knocked out while Taehyung watches something on his phone. Namjoon’s talking with Yoongi about something you can’t bring yourself to care for.

You can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the second and it feels like you’re about to slip into the best sleep ever when Jungkook stops you. Not literally, but it still feels like it with the way he slides his hand up your bare thigh.

“Hm?” You sleepily look up wondering what on Earth he was up to now.

Jungkook pats you, “C’mere, want you on my lap baby.” He mutters as quietly as he can.

You rub your eyes and slip yourself on to his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder and squeezing your thighs on either side of him. God bless that you chose to wear your thin sleeping shorts and slutty juicy sweater, Jungkook can just about feel your perky tits through the soft material.

“Shh.. not a peep or else I’m gonna gag you with your panties.” He mumbles low in your ear, stroking over your back to keep you calm.

“Jungkookie–”

“Jungkookie needs you to shut the fuck up, can you do that for me?” He squeezes your ass and kneads both cheeks rather roughly, “Good girl.”

“If they look, I’m not stopping. So if I were you I’d keep quiet baby, unless you want Joon and them to know how much of a cock hungry slut you are.”

He sounds so fucking calm but his words are the complete opposite, you find yourself holding in your desperate whines. “Can you..?”

“Can I what?” He slips his hand under your shorts and tugs it to the side alongside your panties, “Hm?”

You bite your lip and lift your hips, “Want something in me, I feel so empty Kook..” You breathe out and wrap your arms around his neck.

Through the drowsiness you faintly make out his soft curses as he whispers under his breath. Jungkook pokes at your slit and slips his fingers through your messy folds.

“Take my cock out,” he mumbles and you happily reach between the two of you to slip your hand into his sweats.

His cock throbs when your soft hand wraps around it, he has to bite his lip when you dig your thumb into the slit and swipe over the messy head. “Don’t tease..” He grunts with a small sharp smack to your ass.

You lift your hips and with his help manage to slip his cock through your dewy folds. You blindly slap the tip against your slicked up hole, the tip catching on your rim.

“Slow,” he sounds calm and collected but the way he swallows harshly tells you otherwise.

You bite your moans back and push yourself until your ass is meeting his thighs. The heat in your belly pools and your poor clit throbs. Is it you or the car feels hotter?

You hide your face in his neck and suck over old and new hickeys you’ve left these past days. Jungkook relaxes into the seat and sighs, luckily it doesn’t sound like it’s out of the ordinary.

“You can sleep now.” Jungkook off-handedly mumbles while closing his eyes, leaving you utterly speechless. You’re not entirely surprised given his little track record of being mean and shit.

“G’night..” You softly mumble and kiss his cheek, you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if you’re a good girl he’ll make you cum later on..yeah, that sounds amazing, you smile in your sleep and drift off into dreamland with a cunt full of cock.

.

“So hot..” You softly mumble while fanning yourself with a make-shift fan.

Everyone but Namjoon went out today to explore the town and shit. You opted to stay back and wait for the sun to die down to go out later. Namjoon said something about keeping you company so you didn’t mind.

Here you are laying on the ground with your legs thrown up on the couch over Namjoon’s lap. Your pretty babydoll dress rides up your thighs and you occasionally catch Namjoon’s gaze drifting down. What a sight is it to see—veiny big hands plastered over your soft ankles toying with your cherry charm anklet.

“Namjoon, if penguins are related to the bird family, how come they can't fly?” You softly say while looking at him through your lashes.

“I dunno,” He shrugs while stroking over your foot, “environmental and evolutionary reasons maybe?”

You pout and tilt your head back to watch the TV, “I think they’re cute.”

“Why don’t you find one and give it a kiss then?” Namjoon smirks in amusement, “Maybe Jungkookie can save you if it tries to attack you or something.”

“Not funny.” You whine kicking your sock-clad foot at him, but he catches it and tugs on your foot.

You squeal softly as he ends up dragging you upwards just a tiny bit, “Owie let go, you’re squeezing my freaking bone.” You giggle.

Namjoon lets your foot go with a laugh, “My bad, my bad.” He raises his hands in surrender, “You can tell your Jungkookie to kiss it all better when he comes back yeah?” He grins.

“Ugh you’re also mean.” You huff while sitting up feeling light headed cause you were laying on the ground for so long. “You and Jungkook.” You mumble and climb onto the couch with him.

Jungkook finds you two like that. You’re tangled up with Namjoon side by side, legs thrown over his lap as he strokes over your soft thigh. Namjoon’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you’re just you watching some animal documentary on the TV.

“Hey.” Jungkook greets while falling on another sofa.

“Back already,” Namjoon hums, “where’s the others?”

“Out, they went to the beach cause Jimin wanted to go. It was fuckin’ hot so I came back, we didn’t do much but walk around the tour shops and shit.”

You lift a leg in the air to admire your pretty anklet, “Did you bring me anything?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, it’s in the bag.” Jungkook replies calmly as he fishes his phone out and does whatever the hell he usually does on that thing.

With both men preoccupied with their phones you decide to head outside to sunbathe. God bless the airbnb for having a private pool. “Where you going?” Jungkook mumbles, not looking up from his screen.

“Sunbathing.” You curtly reply and head outside through the large patio doors.

It’s hot as hell but you don’t care as you kick your socks off and strip out of your babydoll dress. You happily lay your towel out on the grass and set up a mini umbrella. Once you're happy with your setup you lay on your back and slip your heart shaped glasses on.

You can hear Namjoon and Jungkook talking in the background faintly, something about Sujin but you honestly don’t bring yourself to care much. Along the lines Jungkook mentions Sujin texting him again, Namjoon says “oh shit really” and then Jungkook tells him everything.

“..giving… chance… again..?” You can’t make out the entire convo. You crack a slow smile and turn over on your belly, legs kicked up and your feet in the air as you call out to the boys.

“Can someone bring me my phone?” Your voice soft and velvety, you slip your glasses up on your head and flutter your lashes, “Please?”

Jungkook stops talking and looks over the coffee table before stepping out with your phone in hand. “Look at you all cute and shit, enjoying your sunbathing?” Jungkook asks as he squats down in front of you.

“Yep, it’d be funner if you and Joonie joined me though.” You softly hum while tilting your head up and letting Jungkook lay a kiss over your soft lips.

“Yeah..?” He murmurs low. It’s glaringly obvious you have this man wrapped around your little fingers. It’s like you didn’t even have to try with him.

“I’ll be right back.” He says and disappears into the house.

You roll over on your back with a satisfied smile, slipping your glasses back on as you hum, “The boy is mine, I can’t wait to try him,”

+

Maybe Jungkook’s the one trying you right now. It’s not even nine am yet..

Your thighs encase his head like a pair of soft earmuffs, he’s got his tongue dipped between your messy folds with your pussy stuffed in his face. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care though, he’s got his strong big arms wrapped around your thighs as he holds you down and makes you take it.

Your clit’s just as sensitive as every other part of you, and Jungkook just loves to make you shake. He traces the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with quick strokes. It has your lips parting and your head leaning back from the cloudy pleasure.

“Oh..” You roll your hips upward into his eager mouth, something that greatly pleases Jungkook.

He slips his tongue lower and flicks it upward to get a taste of all that creamy slick gushing from your empty cunt. You slap a hand over your mouth and whimper when he goes back to your poor clit. This time though he wraps his lips around it and gives it a harsh, mean suck.

Jungkook flicks his dark eyes up to look at you, just watching as you lose yourself on his tongue. The way your tummy goes taut and your body stiff when he grazes his teeth over your clit sends a dark thrill down his spine. He wants to see more, so he’s going to get more.

“J-Jungkook!” You cry out as he stuffs his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.

There’s a loud squelch each time he slaps his fingers up into your greedy cunt. Your pussy’s literally leaking as small dribbles of squirt oozes out with each passing second. You’re shaking, thighs struggling to stay open and not clamp down on his head. Your lower half shakes slightly from his rough movements and your pussy makes these nasty wet sounds.

“Wait,” you sob and reach down to grip his hair, “ ‘m so close..! P-Please, please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for—go, stop?

The heat in your tummy builds quickly and you’re teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stops. All at once both his fingers and mouth are gone as he pulls away while harshly panting. You can’t even complain but the intensity has your heart racing with excitement and fear.

“Okay?” He quietly asks while stroking your thigh gently.

You take a couple of seconds to catch your breath, meekly nodding as you bite your lip, “ ‘m okay.” You softly reply.

He climbs up the bed and hovers over you, necklace dangling in your face as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. “Kiss?” You softly say while parting your pillowy soft lips. He’s very much happy to oblige of course..

You lazily make out, your lips feel swollen and they’re glossy from spit. He doesn’t let you pull away, he’s quick to chase after your lips and reel you back in with a hand to the back of your neck. His hand tightly grips your hair and teasingly tugs because he knows you’re a little slut for it.

You moan into his mouth and needily press yourself closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip just so you could press your needy pussy against him. Everything feels hot and you don’t like it, Jungkook’s not helping with the way he drops his other hand down to your ass cheek, gripping it tight and using his grip to yank you even closer.

Body to body, you’re rolling your hips up to feel the tent in his boxers. It’s mouth watering when the curve of his thick cock presses into your inner thigh, so close to where you need him the most..

Jungkook tightens his grip on your hip, it’s bruising even as he presses himself into you and rubs his cock over your soaked pussy. The rough friction has your toes curling and another needy gasp escaping. He pulls away from the kiss with a wild look in his eye, he pants quietly as he shoves his boxers off and tosses them somewhere.

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he holds his heavy cock in his hand, stroking over it slowly as he looks down at your glistening cunt, “just like that..” He mumbles darkly.

You hook your arms around your thighs and pull them up to your chest so that your pussy is laid out bare for him. You bite your lip in anticipation and try your best to stay still when he taps the tip over your swollen clit.

“Look so pretty like this,” he muses as he slips his cock in inch by inch, “prettier down here too.” He grins as he lays his thumb over your clit and rubs it side to side slowly.

You let out a long “mm” as his cock fills you over and over again, filling you in the right places combined with his gentle strokes over your clit. He’s got you dripping even more as his cock re-surfaces covered with your creamy slick.

Jungkook rolls his hips into yours slowly, you can hear the quiet grunts and moans slip from his lips as he remains focused on the spot where you’re connected. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his thumb becomes jerky as he messily swipes over your bud.

You get the urge to ride the fuck out of him, he’s been nothing but doting and now you want to return the favor. Always the giver but never the receiver, and you’re going to change that.

“Jungkookie,” you softly sigh as his eyes snap up to your face, “wanna ride you,” you pout, “can I pretty please?” You purposely squeeze around his cock as he back strokes slowly.

“Yeah,” he softly breathes out and lifts you up into his lap as he switches places with you.

You huff as his cock somehow slips deeper in the new position, “No, you lay back and let me do it.” His eyes widened slightly at your demanding tone, “I wanna make you feel good too..” You pout and wiggle around in his lap.

Jungkook bites his lip and lets his hand fall to your thighs, “Fuck–okay, yeah,” he lays his head back on the pillow and swallows harshly as you smile down at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans when you turn around in his lap to ride him reverse cowgirl. He lays his hands over the fat of your ass and smacks each cheek repeatedly while you grind yourself in his lap.

Your moans spill from your lips as you arch your back and roll your hips back and forth. Behind you Jungkook sounds like he’s having the time of his life as he holds your ass tightly in both hands. The noises he makes only fuel your desire more as you rock yourself in his lap.

“Mm–fills me up so good,” you tilt your head back with a teasing smile, “can feel it so deep in my pussy.”

Jungkook growls low and spanks you harder, “Yeah? You like knowing you’re the only one taking my cock like this huh,” he smirks, “ ‘s all yours baby.”

You huff softly and look at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, “Mine only.” You nod, “Not hers,” you roughly slap your hips back, catching him off guard as he grunts, “Right?”

“Only you.” Jungkook sighs as he tugs you back so that you’re grinding over his cock the way he likes, “Always yours.” He murmurs.

You smile happily and begin bouncing in his lap, your ass claps against his pelvis as low fopping noises build up. The bed creaks a little and your skin smacks together as you get a little wild with it.

Your moans rise in volume alongside his as the two of you lose yourselves in your rough fucking. Your pussy clamps down when the tip of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly. You have to put your hands on the bed for support as you whimper and grind quickly on his lap.

“F-Fuck..” You whimper low as your thighs begin to tremble again.

Jungkook throws his head back with a low groan as he holds your hips tightly, “Fuck keep going baby, almost there,” he whispers breathlessly, “you can do it.”

You let out a cry and slam yourself on his lap until you go still as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. It’s mind blowing as your cunt tightens up and a wave of hot pleasure comes crashing down on you. You shake in his lap and whimper out a garbled version of his name.

Jungkook quietly moans as he holds you still and bucks his hips up a couple of times until he’s filling you with his cum. His cock twitches and pulses through his orgasm, dully reminding you that you’re on planet earth still and you need to come down from your high.

“My pussy hurts.” You softly whine while looking back at him.

“My pussy hurts,” he mocks softly, “but who just got the dicking of their life hm? You did.” He pokes your cheeks and brings you back so that you’re laying with him, “You okay?” He chuckles.

You hide your face in his neck and nod, “Nap now, food later?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” He grins.

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[bbokicidal]

Decadent & Dreamy | Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

Allow him to indulge in that which is your elegance.

BangChan ☼ Smut ☼ Mentions of sex (PinV, oral, anal, etc.), Lingerie/Heels etc, Skinship ☼ The post that started it all

Chan | Lino | Changbin | Hyune | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Hot Fudge - A sexual fantasy of his

... I'm going to be the one to say it, I think he really wants to at least have you call him daddy just ONCE in bed. It doesn't have to be 'daddy dom baby girl' or whatever, he just wants to hear it come out of your mouth because it feeds his need to breed you and make you a mother above all else. He's not going to bring it up, though, out of fear of being incredibly embarrassed at the chance that you might reject the idea and shoot him down hard. He's worried you'll be disgusted by it so just.. be gentle with him, yeah? (Or he might not be so gentle with you.~)

Caramel Sauce - What he watches/listens to/indulges in to get off

Often indulging in videos rather than reading or just using his imagination, he takes the easy route and just uses certain easy-to-access websites. He likes videos that aren't poorly scripted but sometimes does watch those types because they're silly to him; Really though, he's here for the audio. He likes the visual but when he's close to tipping over the edge he just lays his phone against his chest and jerks his hips up into his hand until he makes a mess all over his stomach.

Strawberry Drizzle - Something non-sexual that turns him on

He loves when you touch him. A quick grab of his arm to slip by him, a little tap on his side to get his attention, a hand on his thigh to push his legs away so you have room on the couch. Gentle touches, really, are enough to make him eager to get at you. He just really, really loves the physical affection and even when it's not something suggestive it's still going to be enough to get him wiggly and teasing right away.

Chocolate Chips - If he's interested in threesomes/orgys

He's not too particularly interested to be honest, but if one of the guys asked him about you or if you'd be open to trying something out he probably wouldn't say no - specifically to Felix or Minho. He has had dreams about sharing you with the entire group though. ~

Peanuts - His favorite position

Chan's favorite position, hands down, is hitting it from behind. So doggystyle, I guess. That's the position that really allows him to hit it deep, hit it hard, hit it fast. If he's feeling really nasty then he'll probably put you in a mating press.

Candied Almonds - His favorite location to be intimate

He just prefers the bedroom for simplicity - he's just a simple guy like that. But he will NOT say no to you coming to pay him a visit in the studio. Why would he turn that down?? He'd be an idiot to say no to some head while he works!

Whipped Cream - What he prefers his partner to wear during intimacy

He doesn't really have a preference! Ultimately he wants you to be as comfortable as possible and that's all that matters to him. If you like lace? He loves it. You want to wear a more costume-esque outfit? Period, he'll go with the vibe. You wanna wear nothing? Even better, easy access.

Marshmallow Topping - Where he likes to be touched

Anywhere, he's so touch deprived all the time, which is why he's so clingy towards some of the members who are okay with physical touch. He likes to be held in any way possible, but he does sort of prefer just.. simple physical touch, like little backhugs or holding hands. God, he loves holding hands!! Please hold his hands while y'all have sex. <3333

Cherries - His favorite toys/If he likes using toys

He doesn't like using toys simply because he gets off on the knowledge that his cock, alone, is enough to make you squirt. I said what I said. (Unless it's like.. a cockring, then he might use it.)

Coconut Flakes - How he likes it (soft/rough/etc)

Honestly, he's a softer guy. But if you really, really need him and you've been begging for it or maybe teasing him all day, then he'll be rough. Chris seems like a needy guy but to be honest, if he's really desperate and you aren't around then he'll just jerk it to get off. He likes taking care of you and he likes making sure he's taking his time and hitting as deep as possible just to hear you whine, because then he knows he's doing something right.

Sprinkles - His favorite part of your body

Chris loooooves your thighs because they're perfect to knead when you sit together. He always has to have something on/in/around his hands because he's constantly moving, constantly fidgeting; And your thighs are so perfectly holdable, grabbable, squeezable.

Oreos - His favorite intimate act (oral/vaginal/etc)

He honestly just prefers sex; Vaginal, anal, oral, whatever the Hell you choose for the evening because he will answer your every beck and call. If you tell him to lay down and take it like a good boy he isn't going to argue, but if you ask him to completely ruin you and destroy you until you're shaking and crying - he'll happily do that, too. (He does love oral tho.)

M&Ms - An instant turn on for him

He loves when you wear heels. He knows it's probably not the best for you and you might end up feeling sore at the end of your date because of them - but by God, if you find a pair of platforms or something that you can walk in for hours and not feel horrible after, ugh. He loves a pretty lady who can confidently stride in heels. Don't ask me why, I just make the rules here.

Reeses Pieces - His favorite act of foreplay

Anything related to touching; Running his hands down your sides and feeling over your curves, when you push your fingers through his hair (which he REALLY loves because of how good his hair feels & looks recently) or when you feel over his body and grope at the muscle like it's oh-so-attractive to you. (Because it is, and it should be. Duh.)

Pretzels - What position he oftens takes in bed (top/bottom/vers)

Chan's a pretty verse guy. He's alright doing whatever to please you, to be honest, but he is absolutely a service top at heart. He gets off on knowing he's making you feel good and honestly if you came and he didn't, he'd be fine with it. (But he does, because he's sensitive.)

Graham Crackers - His favorite part of his own body

This pairs well with the strawberry drizzle because his favorite part is most of his body - other than his face. He's been loving his hair lately and has been styling it more up and out or up and back, slicking it, using product when allowed. He likes his arms because now he's strong enough to lift you with ease, he likes his torso because it's defined but not too much so and he still has softer sides that are holdable and warm. He likes his thighs because of the definition after a hard work out and recently, he's also taken a liking to his hands. He loves a lot of his body, which - we can really only be happy about. He's starting to love himself as much as we have loved him for years.

Sea Salt - A roleplay scenario he wants to try

He's not super big on roleplay scenarios but if he had to indulge in one, he'd probably do something related to... a certain video game he really, really likes. He'll just be himself and maybe you can dress up for him as one of his favorite pretty ladies. <3

Popping Pearls - How he sexts/If he sexts

He's honestly way too busy to even think about sexting. The most he's ever given you is a few sexually charged messages while he's out of the country for work and he misses you pretty bad; But he's above sending nudes. He doesn't think they're bad, he just thinks most dick pics are kind of ugly. (And he's right.) But if you ask nicely he will absolutely send you pics of him after working out and that's like.. basically a nude for us, is it not. LMAO

[chenlezip]

drunken love confessions by dreamies

⤷ summary : drunk texts/voicemails/etc you receive.. to see drunk nct dream accidentally (not) confessing their love to you.

warning : a little suggestive for jenos.

𓂃 annas note : i mixed this idea and some prompts i’ve got written down to do this. hopefully you guys enjoy!! :3 it was fun writing.

MARK LEE :

you received 1 new voice message: today, 2:30am.

you open your voicemail and see that mark had left you one. you were a little confused and a bit worried but you put it on speaker as it played. all you could hear was some loud music blasting and marks voice over the top of it, his words slurred. you shake your head, ‘oh god.. i can only imagine what this is going to be.’

“i can’t believe you didn’t pick up ynnie.. missed you so much today, you know? i don’t know, there’s something about the vibe when you’re not here like it’s just not as lively as it usually is. maybe that’s just me. haha. um- uh- i really don’t know what to say because i expected you to pick up but i do realise it’s late so i apologise about that, i lost track of time there haha.. well, me and the boys went out drinking and.. maybe i had a little more than i expected but like, i wanted to relax, you know? wind down a bit. i was going to say something but i forgot-“ he got cut off by another males voice, sounded like jeno, “he was going to admit he likes you~” and then you heard a loud slap. “jeno!!” mark whined. “god anyway, yes i was going to confess to you. i just.. these past couple of months, they’ve been great you know, we’ve been hanging out a lot more and personally i feel we’re growing to be more than friends hahaha.. i really do like you, no scratch that, i think i love you. i like.. love you more than anyone else i’ve ever done before in my life. it’s crazy- haha- you know when you’re in love? you just feel so different like a changed man.. well maybe not a changed man but you know what i mean, right? i just feel like ive become a better person with you by my side and i really-“ dial tone.

and the voicemail was over. you just chuckled to yourself, fanning your cheeks as you felt yourself grinning just a little too much at his cute confession. you’ll text him about it shortly - for now, you need to calm down your racing heart.

HUANG RENJUN :

you received 2 new voice messages: today, 1:27am.

“mmmm… ynnie? ah, you didn’t pick up. it’s okay, i’ll leave you a voicemail. so.. um, it was really nice seeing you before! i’m so sad you had to leave so early though, we were just getting so settled with one another and the others stopped teasing me for a bit.. they’re back to it now because i look like a ‘kicked puppy’ apparently without you here. maybe i feel that way because i miss you.. i miss your company already please come back!~ anyway what i wanted to call about was.. godddd, why are you so stupid? huh? so so stupid and so blind to not see what i was trying to do with you. i thought you’d be able to but you’re so oblivious all the time.. i bet you’re like, huh? with that cute tone of yours and the way you tilt your head.. ahh..~ what i mean is, that.. that i’m so in love with you. with everything about you. from your perfect tone of voice, your beautiful eyes that shine when you see something that you like, the way you look up at me, the way you dress, your personality.. it’s so hard not to fall for someone as perfect as you..”

next voicemail.

“shit i got cut off- but anyway, you know like.. i hope you reciprocate my feelings but- but if you don’t it’s okay, we can just pretend like this never happened and go back to the way things were. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable but i fear i might’ve and oh god— hold on, jisung doesn’t look so good.”

LEE JENO :

LEE HAECHAN :

haechan's voice was the only thing ringing through your ears at this moment in time, the dimly lit room and on goers to the party soon fading into the background. he was out of his mind- flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes and a lazy grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"you live in my head and my heart, can't you see that?" his words are slurred but the desperation in his voice was unmistakable. your breath caught in your throat, "haechan, you're drunk." you claim.

he scoffed and ran a frustrated hand through already messy hair, "yeah? so what. doesn't make it any less true." his gaze locked onto yours, raw and pleading. "you're always here." he tapped his temple. "and here," his hand clutched at his chest. "i don't know how to make you see it."

the weight of his confession pressed between you, heavier than the alcohol in his system. what were you supposed to say?

NA JAEMIN :

ZHONG CHENLE :

you received one new voice message, today at 7:00pm .

"you know.. you should’ve said it earlier, idiot. i love you, can’t you see? i can’t believe you waited until you got out of my car to say that just so you could run off. you’re lucky you’re cute. meet me tomorrow at the restaurant, ‘kay? you know which one i’m on about and dress nicely. i’ll treat you like you deserve alright.” he says to you on the other line. you couldn’t help but fight back a small smile coming onto your lips, of course chenle would say that.

PARK JISUNG :

you and jisung had spent the whole day together, gaming and having a laugh, shared cuddles and looks that were definitely more than platonic. everyone around you guys had told you that there’s no way you’re both just friends, there’s some tension and you didn’t realise that until now. when you look up at jisung after cuddling on his chest, you notice him focusing his gaze on the tv, biting back a smile as he can sense your eyes on him. your heart jumps in your chest. shit. was it just the alcohol you both had drunk 2 hours ago or was it your feelings? maybe the second option. for sure.

“hey, yn, can i say something to you?” jisung mumbled as he finally looked down at you, you just hum in response. he lets out a deep sigh and bites his lip, “um.. well, i’m head over heels for you. you deserve to know and im sorry i’m only telling you this now. i can’t hide it anymore, i really can’t do it. i love you. a lot. and i-“ you didn’t let him finish, pressing a hard kiss to his lips as he melts into it with a groan.

[venerosith]

Y᥆ᥙr ᥎ᥱᥒᥙ᥉ ᥲᥒd ᥡ᥆ᥙr fᥲ᥉hι᥆ᥒ ˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

This is the first time I'm making a post focusing on venusian aspects, and I really want to seek deeper in this. Said that, here are some observations that I made of how your Venus can connect to the way you dress and express yourself through fashion

Venus ♀ in ♈︎ Aries: You like a vibrant, bitchy, bold but sensual style. You want people to be hypnotized, you like when your style is seen. You like to provoke, to be sensual, to be deep and intense in your style, dark colors or those that highlight you are preferred

e.g., Lady Gaga, Rihanna, Mariah Carey

Venus ♀ in ♓︎ Pisces: Chaotic, dreamy.. These people like to express their style in many ways, specially through makeup, which is their biggest highlight. To their clothes, a vivid but mystique pallette is preferred (girly pop if u ask me)

e.g., Karol G, Emma Watson, Emma Roberts

Venus ♀ in ♉︎ Taurus: Romantic, sensual, pure elegance. These people are sofisticated, huge Venus energy, which means a soft taste for clothes and a more refined fashion. Usually, power is demonstrated by their clothes, or a simple but classy way of styling is preferred. (No one can top them)

e.g., Lana Del Rey, Princess Diana, Ariana Grande

Venus ♀ in ♋︎ Cancer: Deep, profound and sensual. Omg this is one of the hottest Venus placements in my opinion, 'cuz like OMFGGG, why r yall people so damn hot?? So, BIG sex appeal, they have a magnetic style but it's deep, in a way that u can sense their energy. Usually, softer but shiny pallettes are used (they go hard with blue too!) with more comfy and light fabrics. Also, they have similarities with scorpio venus but they have a huge difference on their vibe (explanation on scorpio venus!)

e.g., Sabrina Carpenter, Angelina Jolie, Zendaya

Venus ♀ in ♒︎ Aquarius: Technologic, eccentric and alternative. The bold queens ig, they make their own trend, really natural and inspiring. I don't think that there's any preferred color or accessories, maybe something more metallic and shiny, a y2k vibe with popping colors or sum. They really make it their own way so it's hard to dictate yk

e.g., Taylor Swift, Harry Styles, Paris Hilton

Venus ♀ in ♏︎ Scorpio: The edgy queens ig, you really give this darker/sensual vibe. People with venus in scorpio are pretty daring, they have this huge sex appeal. Darker colors specially red, black and blue are preferred, rubies and sapphires really suits them too. Overall, it's a heavy look, and it's raw yk, arguably one of my favorite venus signs along with cancer (they are similar, but scorpio is definitely heavier, darker and sexier, while cancer is softer and even light-looking in this aspect)

e.g., Anne Hathaway, Leonardo DiCaprio, Avril Lavigne

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ Thᥱ ᥱᥒd!’

And remember cuties, those are only tendencies and probabilities! Not everything is 100% accurate!!

Although, if u feel like you should start dressing like your Venus sign then do it! Dressing like our Venus sign can bring attention and even a better confidence! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

That's it!! If this post blows up then I'll be doing a part 2 with the other signs. Byee (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[harmoonix]

𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥🤎

Astro-blog observations

Song for this specific time:

Sun/Saturn/Moon harsh aspects usually indicate hardships related to your parents, and even your relationships with them!

Pluto/Saturn/Neptune in the 5th or 7th house hardly get over the people they loved/had a relationship in the past. Basically, they have a hard time getting over it/breakups

Something that I observed within Saturn or Lilith in the 6th house is that they HATE to do others people work and no dirty work..for nobody!

Chiron in the 1st or 6th house can indicate wounds with the body but can also tell about some insecurity with it

Chiron in the 12th house natives get drained mentally/subconsciously on a daily basis

Planets in the 12th house tend to live in others' shadows (Unless Sun is there), but for example, Venus in the 12th house, they can live in the shadow of their partners

Saturn in the 5th house can indicate having kids later in life (of course, if you want them), but this also works if you have your 5th house in an earth sign

Moon in the 8th house/Moon in Scorpio has a hard time trusting other people (can happen because they were betrayed in the past)

Moon/Jupiter in the 9th house natives like to leave a part of their heart/soul everywhere they go/plan to travel.

Mercury - Mars aspects are not the best when they're in a fight. These aspects can get aggressive verbally

Aries and Libra placements have something very good in common, and that is they hate when people lie to them/in their face instead of speaking the truth

If there was a jail for mercury signs, probably Sagittarius/Scorpio/Aries and Capricorn Mercuries could've gone to jail for speaking too much or too dirty

Life feels so weird nowadays i can't even relate to tarot readings anymore...does someone feel the same? Tarot is becoming unreliable?...

2nd house placements together with 10th house placements can become materialistic overtime..for different reasons of course, but more if Sun or Venus are involved

Neptune and Pluto in the 5th and 7th house can easily get influenced or manipulated by people. And this can mean partners too

Uranus in the 6th house/8th/11th houses are interesting in things that others find weird, they can be interested in eerie, mysterious, outerspace, alien-like things

6th house in water signs can easily empathize with animals, works a lot on the emotional bounding and closure

Taurus and Aries Mars cannot handle being patient. Is something they weren't made to do. They move too fast with their lives

Pisces Venus can have a lot of obsessions and addictions towards different things and they have a hard time to let it down, like smoking, or alcohol and so on

Do you guys with Pluto - Venus aspects get obsessed with your lovers? I can relate. But if i am not on their mind 24/7..is it really worth the obsession?

Pisces Degrees on your Sun/Rising 12° 24° can give you a dreamy/spiritual inpersonality,behavior, etc. The native is in alignment with the universe

Aquarius or Sagittarius Sun/Moon/Rising (big 3) can give the native a more rebellious nature, at the same time their vibe is so chill

Virgo and Cancer placements don't like it when people don't agree with them. These placements tend to be quite critical

Take care 🤎🤎🤎

Harmoonix 🤎

[adhdwannabewriter]

Different sentence structures and the vibes they can achieve

1. Short, choppy sentences

Excellent for creating tension, urgency, or drama because they speed up the pacing and convey intense emotion.

She said no. I didn’t listen. I should have.

2. Long, flowing sentences

These are great for descriptions, adding detail, and explanations. They can create an intellectual or reflective vibe—or even a dreamy one. You can also use them to evoke a sense of being overwhelmed. They slow the pacing, add complexity, and help build tension. But once you're in the thick of a tense moment, it's often better to switch back to short sentences to keep the energy up.

As the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting a golden sheen across the cracked pavement, she stood there, unsure of what she was waiting for—only that something, anything, had to change.

3. Fragmented sentences

These give off a casual, stylized, and emotional tone. They're perfect for internal monologue and mimicking the way we actually think or speak.

Not the way I planned. Not even close. But here we are.

4. Repetitive structure

They add drama, rhythm, and emotional intensity. It's a powerful stylistic tool that can drive a point home.

She wanted peace. She wanted quiet. She wanted to forget.

5. Inverted or unusual word order

If you're aiming for a formal, archaic, or poetic tone, this structure will get you there.

Gone was the light from his eyes.

6. Interruptions (em dashes or parentheses)

If you're going for a conversational, conflicted, or stream-of-consciousness vibe—even something humorous if used right—interruptions are your friend. They mimic how we speak and think in real time.

I was going to tell her—God, I really was—but I couldn’t.

7. Questions

Questions are fantastic for showing uncertainty, anxiety, or inner conflict. They can also give off a philosophical tone and invite reflection from both the character and the reader.

What if I never make it out? What if this is it?

[8housevenus]

beauty in astrology

hii, i wanted to go through some aspects and some general placements that i notice are huge indicators of beauty. this is speaking energy-wise, appearance, and other ways. of course, there is way more placements and dynamics to beauty indicators of astrology, however these ones i feel are most common and striking!

venus in the 1st house/ libra&taurus risings - usually have a very magnetic factor about them, their beauty is oddly comforting, and you are naturally drawn to them. they tend to have a softer look and they might seem like they "have it all," usually with taurus risings. libra risings can often have very elongated features giving them the "model-esque," because libra's are harmonious and balancing, libra risings tend to have a very symmetrical face and charms to reel anyone in. in general, venus being in the 1st house creates a lot of appeal surrounding one's aesthetic.

neptune in the 1st house/ pisces risings - they have a beauty that many people say is far different than the rest, because of your neptune/pisces influence, people tend to fantasize about your looks- or want to look just like you. you have a dreamy profile and parts of you can even seem hypnotic, hard to resist. you tend to have soft skin and soft features and carry yourself sensitively to your environment. you make sure to always style yourself accordingly to the places you are going, and sometimes go over the top. you are visionaries in terms of fashion, arts, and the makeup world. many love this about you because you are experimental and usually pull it off very well. facially, you could also have very narrow cheeks and a pulled look, similar to the pisces fish embodiment.

honorable rising mentions; scorpio & capricorn.

scorpio risings - have this intensity to their looks and bold features making them stand out amongst other people. they do typically have darker hair and almost a "vampire" look to them. these people appear very daring and carry the "intimidating" beauty with them. their dark and offputting vibe attracts most people to them due to curiosity. usually, they don't always receive many compliments regarding their beauty because it is admired from afar. they tend to have very good eyebrows & hair and exude with an unmatchable confidence. people usually fall for them very fastly though and might even feel turned on by them more quickly than others.

capricorn risings - alike with scorpio risings, have an intimidating presence of beauty. people with this placement have prominent cheek bones, jawlines, teeth, and their body movements are super peculiar and unforgettable. just like the leo's, capricorns carry themselves on a pedestal than the rest of people in terms of how they approach others. not in an egotistical way, but more of a "i think therefore i am," type of sense. these people usually take most comments with a grain of salt as their sense of self is through the roof with their beauty. but nonetheless, they age like fine wine and as they get older they only look better.

sun in 2nd/7th - when sun is in either of these, the native can almost always attract people or money towards them. sun in 2nd house finds abundance from their charms and might have people spoil them often or gift them things frequently. usually, the 2nd house sun exhibits an energy that appears sensual, which people are drawn to. the 7th house sun exhibits a friendly energy, which can be flirtatious in some ways. because of this, you usually have such a range of potential partners to choose from, and love is really in your hands as long as you are giving it. in terms of appearance, 2nd house suns have good posture, nice jaw to shoulder proportions, and very clean girl/boy aesthetic. 7th house suns have diplomatic demeanors when talking, strong cores & abdominal area, and also harmonious features.

venus in midheaven - alike with much of what i have said with venus in ascendant, venus in midheaven might be flustered with compliments a lot, and can commit to careers with modeling, influencing, etc, anything which displays your energy/beauty. in your career your most likely will have people telling you to go for something else because of your looks, or people being overly friendly to you, or even copy you depending on the public setting. you have a mimicable flow and create trends without thinking about it.

lilith in the 6th/1st/3rd - lilith in the 1st house exudes a femme fatale-like energy, most people really like them because they are so different meaning they push away from norms and dress exactly how they want wherever they want. they have a lot of free will which many people admire, they also have really captivating eyes. they embody lots of femininity and can also seem stern because of their "above all" attitudes. lilith in the 6th house usually have very notable body, typically people are infatuated by your essence, and you might be somebody who works out a lot, or is highly active, giving you a very eye-catching look. lilith in the 3rd house are also very magnetic and have a way with their words, people love hearing their voice and they have a way with their intelligence.

aspects;

venus sextile/trine ascendant, venus sextile/trine sun, neptune trine/sextile sun/ascendant. lilith conjunct/trine venus/sun/ascendant/midheaven, moon conjunct venus, mars trine/sextile ascendant, chiron square sun/moon/mars/ascendant, moon square mars, uranus trine sun/ascendant, saturn square pluto, neptune oppose lilith/moon, saturn trine ascendant. + many more.

if u have your ascendant at the 2nd, 7th, 14th, 26th, or 19th, you also exude either that libra or taurus energy. you will have that glimpse of the attraction they are noted for. not only the ascendant, but if you have the sun or moon in any of those degrees.

thank u for reading, of course there is more if you would like me to elaborate on any of these let me know below and i will get back to you, otherwise some of these are more opinion based and touch on the standard venusian influence and what that standardly means to natives! <3

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EVERYTHING WITH YOU

A/N: this short little fic was based on one single tag from @harrysblackcoat lol

WORD COUNT: 836

SUMMARY: The wedding vibes have Harry wonder what he wants from the future when it comes to you.

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The Sun has sunk behind the winery, the string lights above the tables and dancefloor are shining along with the stars that are hanging on the clear sky. The band is relentlessly playing song after song, not letting the guests rest even for a minute. The bartenders are eagerly making the orders, not letting anyone stay thirsty. 

Harry is sitting at his seat, nursing his own drink while talking with some guests. It’s your sister’s wedding, so he doesn’t know many people, but most guests obviously have recognized him upon arriving at the ceremony earlier. He’s been patiently and kindly chatting with everyone who is bold enough to come up to him. 

But right now he is having a hard time focusing on the conversation he was pulled into, because his attention keeps wandering towards the dance floor. 

There you are, in your flowy lilac dress that’s been chosen by your sister for all bridesmaids, but there’s no doubt you look the most fantastic in it if you ask Harry. You’ve ditched your heels a while ago, so you’re dancing around barefoot, your hair is a bit dishevelled by now, but still very elegant and dreamy in his opinion. 

He can’t get enough of you. The way you move your hips to the rhythm, how you smile at everyone and he loves it when you get so excited about a song that you start jumping. He feels like he is  watching a movie he never wants to end. 

At one point you’re surrounded by a couple of little girls and you dance with them happily, twirling and lifting them up, making them laugh from excitement, it’s easily the most adorable sight Harry has seen in a while. He loves seeing you with kids, you’re definitely in your element when you get to make them laugh and it always makes Harry wonder…

When you spot him staring at you shamelessly, you dance your way through the dancefloor towards him, making him laugh with your silliest dance moves. 

“Hey handsome, want to dance?” you ask, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“Not turning that down,” he grins as he excuses himself from the table and taking your hand he lets you pull back to the dancefloor.

Once you secure a spot you’re quick to curl your arms around his neck and his hands grab you by your waist as you start moving to the music. Harry didn’t like dancing that much when you started dating a year ago, he would just let you go wild with your girlfriends whenever you were out somewhere while he stayed by the table, but slowly, step by step you made him join you more and more often until he kind of became fond of dancing with you. What you don’t know is that what he loves the most about it is that others are seeing you with him and it fills him with pride, knowing he is seen with the most beautiful woman in the room. 

The band changes up the mood a little with a slower song, mostly couples stay on the dance floor and the newlyweds are swaying in the middle. Harry smiles when you pull him closer and lay your head to his shoulder as he tightens his arms around your figure. He knows the song that’s playing, so he starts humming the melody in your ear and it makes you smile. 

Lifting your head up at one point you steal a quick kiss, then your gaze wanders over to your sister and her husband. She looks so happy and so in love, it’s amazing to see your sister like this and you know her husband will treat her right. 

Harry follows your gaze, but his thoughts are a bit different. 

“I can see us like that,” he tells you.

“Dancing?” you chuckle softly. “We are dancing right now.”

Harry shakes his head with a small smile and then it seems like he hesitates before speaking up again. 

“I mean married. I can see us married.”

His words surprise you. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it before, you have, quite often, but you haven’t really discussed it before. It wasn’t a topic you were avoiding, it just never came up, so his confession came a bit out of the blue. 

Harry, seeing your reaction, thinks he might have said something he shouldn’t have. 

“Do you?” he asks, seemingly flushed and worried he shouldn’t have said that. “It’s okay if you don’t, you don’t have to–”

You cut off his rambling with a kiss and you instantly feel his muscles relax under your touch, his arms tightening around you. When you pull back you give him a bright smile.

“I can see everything with you, Harry.”

The relief is visible on his face as a warm smile stretches across his lips. He doesn’t say a word, just rests his forehead against yours and you keep swaying to the music. 

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Hiiii & congrats on the followers! Can I please request from the fluff #15, Zayne x reader with no gender preference? Your awesome for doing this btw!

Thank you so much, anon ❤️ This is my first time writing for zayne, so I hope I did him justice

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Sweet jealousy

Zayne x gender neutral reader

Prompt: having pet names for each other that no one else is allowed to use

Content: fluff, use of “darling” as a pet name for you, use of “sweetie” as a pet name for zayne, jealous zayne

The quaint dessert shop tucked away in Linkon’s historic district smells like heaven and promises an impending sugar crash. This place is your guilty pleasure, and today you’re sharing your little hideaway with your favorite doctor.

The familiar pastel walls, the hum of soft jazz through tinny speakers, and extravagant display cases lined with glossy domes of mousse and tarts all come together to give the place a dreamy vibe.

Zayne doesn’t care much about aesthetics, though. All he cares about is being with you in this moment of sugary indulgence.

He follows your lead, one hand tucked casually into his coat pocket, the other brushing against yours as you step up to the counter to order for both of you.

After a short internal debate over chocolate lava cake or strawberry macarons—Zayne thinks you look most adorable when you’re indecisive about sweets—you settle on a box of macarons to share.

There’s not much that can distract Zayne from the promise of dessert. But his mood instantly sours when the cheerful waiter behind the counter smiles at you and says, “Good choice, darling. I’ll get that right out for you.”

Zayne doesn’t say anything. Not right away.

He’s quiet while you both grab a seat by the window. And his mouth presses into a thin line when your desserts arrive. He thanks every god above that there’s no more annoying pet names from the waiter this time—but that does little to improve his mood.

You’re used to comfortable silence, especially around Zayne. But this is anything but comfortable.

He picks at his macarons with all the enthusiasm of a man eating military rations. You barely have the heart to watch when he takes one bite and chews it with a look so emotionless it’s like he’s eating cardboard.

You let the silence stretch a little longer, enjoying the soft clink of spoons and the buzz of conversation around you. His blank stare at his plate turns into a glare so harsh, it’s like the macarons personally offended him.

It’s impossible not to stifle a laugh.

“Is it really that bad?” you ask with an amused grin. “You’re looking at it like it’s laced with carrots.”

Zayne doesn’t look up. “It’s alright.” His answer is noncommittal at best. At worst, it’s an insult to your taste in dessert shops.

You tilt your head at him, waiting for further explanation that doesn’t come. Perhaps he wants you to coax it out of him. That’s fine; you like playing games with him.

In your sweetest voice, you ask, “Should I guess what’s bothering you, Doctor Zayne?”

At least your playful tone makes his lips twitch with the beginnings of a smile. “You can try.”

“Okay,” you reply, tapping your chin in contemplation. “You’re mad I didn’t pick the lava cake.”

He exhales, slow and measured. “No.”

“You wanted me to feed you.”

You lift one of the macarons on your plate and gently bring it to Zayne’s mouth. Even when he’s too busy pouting over something unknown, he can’t stay mad for too long when he’s in your presence.

He parts his lips in acquiescence and chews on the macaron, but it leaves a bad taste in his mouth when he glances back at the waiter busying himself around the store.

Zayne's deepening frown doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Just like you weren’t oblivious to the way he’d tensed by your side when the waiter called you that special name.

“Hmm,” you pretend to think some more, “are you upset he called me darling?”

His expression doesn’t change much, but his shoulders drop in that barely-there way that says bingo, you caught him.

You can’t stop yourself from chuckling this time. Jealousy suits Zayne well, even when he tries to be subtle about it. “I can’t believe it,” you tease him. “You’re mad over something so simple?”

“I’m not mad,” he says, finally meeting your eyes. “I’m…mildly perturbed.”

“Sweetie, I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. He probably calls all his customers cute pet names when he greets them.”

Zayne huffs. Like a child. You’d be surprised by the act if it weren’t for how comically serious he looks while doing it.

“You don’t remember, do you?” he asks softer now—almost a mumble for someone who’s usually so well-spoken and precise with his words.

When you look at him in confusion, he continues, “That elderly woman in the park two days ago. The flower seller we passed on the way to our date last weekend.”

You lean forward, elbow on the table, grinning. The memories are clear in your mind, but you’re not sure what the pattern is between them. “Go on,” you coo.

“They all called you darling,” he says simply. “I don’t care if it’s a daily occurrence for them. That name is already taken.”

You let out a soft laugh and reach across the table to intertwine your fingers with his. To anyone else, they’d think the famously stoic Doctor Zayne is being uncharacteristically petulant about this issue.

But you know better.

This is just the new side of him that brazenly wants you all to himself—openly and unapologetically. Greed, he once called it. Apparently, the good doctor is a glutton for more than just sugary treats.

The faint smirk tugging at his lips now confirms it. He just wanted some more of your attention after what the waiter said. And you’re happy to provide it to reassure him that you’re only his darling when it counts.

“You know,” you say with a gentle squeeze of his hand, “we could always slap a trademark symbol on it. Get the legal department involved.”

That seems to perk him up a little. His smirk grows into that full, charming grin you know and love. “I like that idea, Darling,” he replies. “We can sue for infringement. At minimum.”

“Well then,” you say, rising to your feet and offering him your hand, “maybe we should find somewhere else to enjoy dessert. If we’re filing a complaint, it’d be a conflict of interest to stay here.”

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Bubblegum Pink

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Girly girl!Reader

Word count: 1137

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You and Rhea had always been an odd pairing, but one that worked. Her brooding, gothic style was the complete opposite of your sunny, feminine aesthetic, but it never caused any problems between the two of you. In fact, you both liked the contrast. She loved how unapologetically girly you were, while you found her dark and edgy vibe pretty hot. 

But now, with the release of the new Barbie movie, your worlds were about to collide in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

It all started when you saw the trailer. You’d grown up with Barbie, and seeing your childhood icon brought to life on the big screen filled you with pure joy. Naturally, you couldn’t wait to see it. Even more so, you couldn’t wait to share the experience with Rhea.

One night over dinner, as you twirled your fork through your salad, you casually brought it up. “So, the Barbie movie comes out this weekend. Want to come with me?”

Rhea, who had been chewing on a piece of steak, glanced up at you with raised eyebrows. “Barbie?” she repeated, her tone filled with playful disbelief.

You nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yeah! It’s going to be so much fun. I was thinking we could, like, dress up a little for it? You know, something pink and Barbie-like. What do you think?”

Rhea leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Pink and Barbie-like, huh?” Her dark lipstick accentuated her teasing smile. “Babe, I don’t really do… pink. Or Barbie.”

You felt a pang of disappointment in your chest, but you didn’t let it show. You knew Rhea was right—dressing up in something so opposite of her usual style was a big ask. “I know, I know,” you laughed, trying to brush it off. “It’s okay, I was just being silly. You don’t have to. We can just go as ourselves.”

But deep down, you’d been hoping she might at least entertain the idea. Not because you wanted her to change, but because it would’ve been fun to share this experience together, dressing up and embracing the moment.

The rest of the week passed without much mention of the movie. You noticed Rhea hadn’t brought it up again, and you didn’t want to press her about it either. You told yourself it didn’t matter—after all, what was important was that she was coming with you, not what she wore. Still, a tiny part of you couldn’t shake the wish that she might try, just a little, to embrace your world the way you always embraced hers.

The day of the movie finally arrived, and you woke up early, excited to get ready. You’d been planning your outfit for days—a dreamy, pink flowy dress with cute accessories, glittery heels, and even a sparkly headband to tie it all together. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you smiled at your reflection, feeling like you’d just stepped out of a Barbie dreamhouse.

But when you turned around to check your phone, your stomach twisted a little. Rhea hadn’t said anything yet, and you weren’t sure if she was going to dress up at all. Maybe you had been silly to even hope she would.

You tried not to let it get to you as you waited for her in the living room, adjusting your purse strap and fidgeting with your phone. When you finally heard her footsteps, you stood up, ready to go, but bracing yourself for her usual all-black attire.

As expected, Rhea came in wearing her typical style—black jeans, a black band tee, and combat boots. Her dark eyeliner and signature smirk were firmly in place. But something caught your eye, and you blinked, not sure if you were seeing things.

Pink socks.

They were subtle, barely peeking out from the tops of her boots, but they were there. Bright, unmistakable, bubblegum pink socks. You stared for a second, processing the sight, and then your heart swelled.

Rhea shifted on her feet, her smirk faltering just a little as she noticed your reaction. “Don’t say anything,” she grumbled, glancing away with a slight blush rising in her cheeks. “It’s just socks.”

You were speechless for a moment, but then a wide, beaming smile spread across your face. “Rhea…” you whispered, your voice soft with affection. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She shrugged, still trying to play it off. “I know, but I figured, you know, it’s important to you. And they’re just socks. Not like I’m wearing a pink dress or anything.”

Your chest tightened with emotion. It wasn’t about the socks—it was about the gesture. Rhea had seen how much this movie and dressing up meant to you, and while she didn’t go all out, she’d made an effort. She’d stepped out of her comfort zone for you, even if in a small way, and that meant everything.

You rushed forward and threw your arms around her, squeezing her tight. “Thank you,” you murmured against her chest, your eyes stinging with happy tears. “This means more than you know.”

Rhea wrapped her arms around you, chuckling softly as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re lucky I love you,” she teased, though her voice was warm and tender.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her with a playful grin. “I know I am.” You glanced down at her boots again, eyeing the pink socks with a twinkle in your eye. “And for the record, pink looks good on you.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her expression. “Don’t get used to it, alright?”

“Too late,” you teased back, leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek.

With her arm around your waist, the two of you headed out the door. As you walked hand in hand to the car, you couldn’t help but feel like this day was going to be even more special than you’d imagined. Rhea might not be covered head-to-toe in pink, but she’d met you halfway. She’d made the effort, and that was more than enough to make your heart burst with love.

As you drove to the theatre, Rhea glanced over at you, taking in how happy and radiant you looked. “Alright, so what’s this movie actually about? Are we gonna sit through two hours of Barbie just being… Barbie?”

You giggled. “Oh, you’ll see. There’s a lot more to Barbie than you think.”

Rhea smirked, giving your hand a squeeze as she rested her arm over the console. “As long as I get to see you happy, I’ll sit through whatever you want, babe.”

And just like that, with her pink socks slightly hidden under her boots, you knew you had the best girlfriend in the world by your side.

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astro observations MARS edition

-its so easy to spot a earth mars imo. 🧚🏼 They have a no bs energy to them. very practical and level headed they will get their work done and don’t need anyone’s help either!

🧚🏼‍♂️virgo mars=workaholics HEAVY and yeah they just don’t know how to take a break like please take care of yourself more. a bit critical but its comes from them wanting the best for you.

🧚🏼cap mars girlies have such dominant energy it’s very easy for men to be intimidated by these woman. they demand authority without even trying.

🧚🏼I’ve met very little taurus mars in my life which is surprising coming from a taurus rising but they can come off intimidating at first ngl😭 I believe it’s just that nonchalantness they have idk how to explain it but they just dgaf LMAO. they just give a don’t interrupt my work or else😇

🧚🏼‍♀️I have a soft spot for cap mars and scorpio mars it’s no wonder mars exalts in these signs. it’s something admirable coming from a weak mars :,)

🧚🏼‍♀️so many people talk about scorpio mars sexual energy and while yes THEY DO HAVE THAT. i love the determination they put into EVERYTHING. If a scorpio mars wants something they WILL get it.? wether it be work, school, or a relationship. I notice in relationships they tend to study the person b4 initiating and stare often LMAO

🧜🏼‍♀️I attract so many pisces mars in my life, I feel like water mars attract each other way often. they have this easy going dreamy energy to them. they really do go with the flow, kind, a bit head in the clouds but very vulnerable people.

👼🏻as a cancer mars it’s so hard to have motivation when your just not doing well at all. the moon linking with mars makes you think everything emotionally and even thought it’s considered a weakness I believe it’s something beautiful :,) no but seriously I won’t do anything if I don’t feel like it ugh

🧚🏼‍♀️I have a love/hate relationship with aries mars and I believe it’s because they either fall into 11 or 12 house which is not really a good place for synastry but besides that they come off VERY bold. even though mars exalts in this sign I feel like it doesn’t do well in it?😭 now their anger will show real quick but it’s sizzles down just as fast and they have A TON OF ENERGY. can come off insensitive but it really depends on other placements in the chart.

🧚🏼‍♀️leo mars grab people’s attention so quick it’s crazy… they talk and you can just FEEL their energy. I love leo energy and they’re such good souls and funny people. just like other fire mars bold with what they do.

🧚🏼‍♀️I feel like many people water down sag mars anger… my dad has a sag mars and it’s so scary when he gets mad. also the pluto in sag generation can intensify this placement. they have a very philosophical mind and always think about the bigger picture which I like! It’s probably the jupiter influence, really random but I feel like these people would be great teachers LMAO

🧚🏼‍♀️gemini mars are so chaotic and this is coming from someone with a gemini stellium😭 they talk a lot and I love yapping with these people . they have such a fun vocabulary but they can just come off a big wish washy with their energy. It’s like they can just flip a random switch and put a whole diff vibe out. they can really hurt people with their words but their determination is just if they feel quirky that day I feel.

🧚🏼‍♀️now the only libra mars I’ve met is my mom and all I can say is that she avoids confrontation like no other. comes off as passive and it’s kinda ironic me saying this as a cancer mars but yeah. they find beauty in everyday routine which I think is the venusian energy.very kind people and love taking care of themselves

🧚🏼‍♀️never met a aquarius mars so I can’t really say anything but I feel like they would have a eccentric energy! they probably would love hanging out with their friends and find joy in work If there’s something different to do everyday.

QUICK MARS DATING OBSERVATION. 🧚🏼‍♀️

we know that mars energy represents man and that’s usually the first thing I notice in men obv when dating.

-pisces mars men are very shy their cute and lovey but it’s gonna be hard to really know what their feeling cause YOUR gonna have to make the move😭 saying this in the nicest way but they get too in their head about what to do and then they just don’t do it lmao.

- scorpio mars man and I feel like this is one of the few placements that matches my cancer mars. theirs just this underlying feeling of I know ur hella passionate and that’s okay cause I am too.😍they will INITIATE that’s for sure

-sag mars men love:,) this guy was older than me by like 3 years but our chemistry was so good and I think it’s because my venus and his mars made a opposition( good balance). I learned a lot from him

- mars 4th house synastry -I WANNA TAKE CARE OF UUUUU

-mars 7th house synastry - let’s get into a relationship rn even though I’ve talked to you for only a month 😍

-mars 6th house synastry- wow let me take you everywhere with me and let’s basically live together😭

-mars 5th house synastry-“you make me feel like im livin a teenage dream”

-mars 11th house synastry-friends but more than friends? But friends….

THANKS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS YALL 💘

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Let Him In (2)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Summary: On a sweltering southern film set, our young actress discovers that the hardest part of her role isn’t the intimacy written in the script—it’s the desire building between takes. With every lingering touch and look that lasts too long, her co-star Jack pulls her deeper into a dangerous game of blurred lines and buried desires. And when the cameras roll on their most intimate scene yet, she’s left wondering if she ever really had a choice—or if the performance became something far more consuming.

Warnings: Minors DNI. This chapter contains explicit sexual thoughts, masturbation, blurred lines between acting and reality, power imbalance vibes, emotionally intense smut-adjacent scenes, possessiveness, implied breeding kink, Jack being absolutely feral in character (and kinda out of it), and general feelings of wait is this method acting or are we just unhinged? There’s also a brief moment of post-scene vulnerability and anxiety, plus a whisper that may ruin your life. Please read responsibly. Hydrate. Stretch. Try not to scream. And yes, there will be more >:))

The Taste of Pretending

At first, I thought his normal accent would be the death of me, but I quickly learned I also have a thing for Southern men. Jack was kind, too kind sometimes. And whether he liked making me nervous or just cared too much about his craft, the effect was the same: I couldn’t breathe around him. We spent a long time that first night going over our scene for the next day and though I fought my mind from roaming Jack was nothing but respectful—and charming, and dreamy, and distracting. He fell into character in a way that shocked me and for me it was easy to pretend to be infatuated with him because it wasn’t so far from the truth. 

The first scene was on the log with Mary. I didn’t have many lines, Maggie in general doesn’t have many lines after she’s turned. All I had to do was sit there, on his right, his arm possessively around my waist, then later when the scene turned more intense gripped on my thigh. Maggie stares at Mary as if in a love-sick trance, only speaking up when spoken to directly. We filmed that scene many times that day and from many different angles. Hours of close intimate contact, some takes more, some less, but always constant. 

The next few weeks were more of the same. We filmed most of the outdoor scenes and fight sequences—those were tough. One night, we had to cut because of an alligator in the water, and after that, Jack kept very close. Hiding my attraction was incredibly hard especially when the work was already so intimate. I caught myself staring at him—his arms, his chest, his waist, lower. No better than a man. At least I could blame it on method acting, pretend that my lingering stares and flushed cheeks were just part of the role.

When we would wrap for the night he would walk with me to our trailers after we got out of hair and makeup, sometimes asking to come in to work on something and sometimes I think he could tell I was just too tired. The nights were long, and most of our sleep schedules were completely ruined by that point. 

There came a point when I noticed that some of the times I invited him in we talked less and less about whatever we were working on the next day, around this time I also noticed his roaming eyes. I was partial to nightgowns and it wasn’t like I wasn’t already treating him like eye candy, so I didn’t mind. Our scenes were becoming dangerously easy to shoot. I wanted to believe it was just chemistry, but deep down, I knew it was something else, something harder to turn off when the cameras stopped rolling. One particular evening we were sitting across from each other sharing some drinks in my trailer, supposedly giving each other notes, when he let me go off topic. It was so easy to talk to him, and he seemed like he wanted to listen, and my drink had me feeling a little tipsy, so I talked. Rambled, really. He would interject curiously to keep the conversation moving but really I think he just wanted to hear me. That's when it came up that I used to write.

“Oh that’s wicked, a woman of many talents. What’d you write about?” he asked as his lips perked up at the corners. 

“Fanfictions,” I blurted, regretting it the second the word left my mouth. “That was a long time ago though, I stopped when I was sixteen or seventeen maybe.” 

His laugh was low and knowing, not mocking—more like he’d just confirmed a long-held suspicion. “Of course ya did,” he teased, eyes sparkling over the rim of his glass. “Let me guess... scandalous ones?” 

There was no stopping the heat that rushed to my cheeks and my comfortable demeanor immediately fell away as flashes of my stories of him rushed through my mind. Involuntarily I crossed my legs as embarrassment, and slight arousal overtook me. He could see the shift and his eyes and smile widened in a way that reminded me so much of Cook. I tried to take the humility on the nose as I shrugged and we laughed. 

“Who was lucky enough to earn the perverted attention of teenage you?” he asked as our laughs calmed. 

I leaned back into the cushion, his eyes jumping for a split second to the rising hemline of my nightgown. His gaze flicked lower, and I swear I felt the path of it like a physical touch. My skin prickled under the thin fabric. I shifted, suddenly hyperaware of how every small movement seemed like a silent confession. Lifting my drink to my mouth I responded, “That—I’m not sharing,” I shot back, trying to sound confident even as my cheeks burned. “Some things are better left buried in the dark corners of the internet where I left them.” Sure, he could know I was a horny teen—I mean, who wasn’t? The rest stays a secret. 

His smile turned sharp. “Dangerous to leave things buried, love. They’ve got a way of clawing their way back up.” For a beat, the air felt heavier, like the moment just before a storm breaks. He leaned back in his seat, legs stretched out, his eyes dragging over me slow and deliberate. I suddenly became acutely aware of how thin my nightgown really was. He eyed me curiously and smirked before moving back to our scripts.

That was the first night I crossed a line. An imaginary line that only I knew about, but a line nonetheless. By the time Jack retired to his own trailer it was early morning and I was just a little more than tipsy. The alcohol made it harder not to look at him, to think about him, and the time I spent sitting there became incredibly frustrating. As soon as he was gone and I was in my bed alone, I did it. Reading it was bad enough. Finding release to the stories and photos of the man in the trailer next to mine made me feel wrong, and more excited than I had been in a very long time. 

—

I’m proud to say that I’ve held my own as an amateur in this cast of actors by trade. I’m also happy to have built a genuine friendship with my co-stars, especially Jack. We were always together on set of course, but I felt myself gravitating towards him off set as well. An intrusion he did not mind. 

The flirty game of a friendship we had was fun, but the first time I noticed a real shift was when we filmed the scene trying to get into Club Juke. Remmick and Maggie, Joan and Bert, two white couples just trying to sing some music and have a good time. Like always Jack—Remmick’s arm was around my waist and on one particular take Michaels character Stack looked over me in a different way than the previous takes. More intently, with more intrigue. We all tried different stuff many of the takes we did and this was no different than that, just an option to pick later. Completely improvised. 

What was also improvised was the flash of anger that crossed Remmick’s face, just for a split second, blink and you’ll miss it. And the charming smile was back, but not before his grip on my hip tightened to almost an uncomfortable amount. The mood shifted—subtle but sharp, like the snap of a wire pulled too tight. No one else seemed to notice, but I felt it in every nerve under his hand. Still I stayed in character. Still I looked at Jack starry eyed and tried to capture a reason on his face but the character had taken over him again. It was the way his fingers dug into my hips—not enough to hurt, but enough to leave the ghost of pressure behind. His grip said, mine, even if no one else could see it. And the way he looked at me—dark, focused, like he was memorizing every inch—made me feel owned in a way that wasn’t in the script. We finished the scene and that was the end of it, though when our characters walked away slowly I couldn’t help but notice how tense Jack was, how the arm shrugged over my shoulders was not loosely hanging but wrapped possessively. 

Later that evening when I left hair and makeup he was already waiting for me. We walked in near silence this time. The air between us felt heavier than the heat hanging over the set. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his head ducked just enough to make me wonder if he was thinking as hard as I was trying not to. Every few steps, our arms would almost brush. Almost. Neither of us closed the gap. As we approached our trailers I went to ask him if he was alright but before I could he turned and asked, “You know what we’re filming tomorrow, right?”

I racked my mind for a moment before my cheeks flushed, yes, our next scene was the one where he turns me, and during a lustful act to say the least. I had been putting off mentally preparing for that day and for the separation I’d have to manage in my head between my own attraction and Maggies and in doing so the day snuck up on me. His words felt like a warning and a promise all at once. I nodded, but my throat had gone too tight to say anything clever back. And wasn’t that just the problem? I never had the right words around him—not when it mattered. He returned the nod as I began to walk up the steps to my trailer, eager to be out of the uncomfortable situation. 

“Will you ever tell me?” he asked up at me. I turned to look at him, confusion furrowing my brow. “Who you wrote your smut about?” 

I laughed lightly and shook my head, again turning to go into my trailer. I stopped at the top of the steps and turned, just enough to look down at him. He stood there, hands in his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels like he wasn’t sure whether to stay or go. For once, I wasn’t the one squirming under his gaze. He was the one hesitating. Waiting. 

“So, I take it you don’t want to invite me in to practice tonight?” he asked. This time when I turned to look at him he was smiling, but I could tell he was nervous. 

I let my eyes drag over him slowly—deliberately. His jaw tightened. His shoulders tensed like he was bracing for a blow or something much worse: rejection.

“Do you want me to?” I asked, voice light, teasing. But it was the kind of tease that knew exactly how much weight it carried. His mouth parted—no sound. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, and God, it was almost too easy now. I watched the nerves flicker across his face like he wasn’t used to being the one left standing in the heat of his own want. I asked. I don’t think he was expecting that response because his smile fell away and for the first time he was the one looking at me nervously. “Hmm,” I hummed, stepping back toward the door, letting the screen swing half-closed between us. “I think I’m better at improvising that sort of thing.” Then, with a smile just this side of wicked, I added, “Goodnight, Remmick,” and closed the door behind me, leaving him out there in the thick, humid air with nothing but his imagination to keep him company. 

Later that evening in the comfort of my own bed I did it again. Masturbating to someone you know personally will always be weird, and I am not recommending doing it. But there is something about it that gets me very hot and bothered. Especially knowing he’s right next door, and especially after trying to prepare myself for the next day.

—

The next day was a closed set. Only us, the intimacy coordinator, director, and needed techs. We had already filmed the scene leading up to it days ago. Maggie, walking home from her job in town late at night, unknowing of Remmick watching her from the woods. He could smell her blood and it smelled like his own, he liked that—took that as a sign. That’s what the script says at least. Of course they stumble across each other and he offers to walk her home like a gentleman, it’s dangerous on these roads at night for a pretty lady to walk alone. Maggie isn’t used to the attention, especially not from a handsome man. Her fathers protective and the only interaction she usually gets is from customers at her job, customers who do not like her Irish born father. 

It’s a long walk of course and Remmick asks for a drink of water when we reach the porch. Maggie considers for a moment, her father would not approve, but her mother and father were out of town right now. And Remmick was very, very convincing. So she does what any other girl in her position would do. She lets him in. 

We ran through the rough blocking with Ryan and the intimacy coordinator a few times before we started filming for real, and that was intense enough. Starting in the small living room and moving to the kitchen, the counter, the table. I could do this. This is going to be easy. I’m a professional. Before I know it we are on our marks and someone yells action. 

It’s easy to fall into Maggie especially after all this time, easy to remember my lust as I look at him standing in front of me, and equally as easy to anxiously turn and rush into the kitchen to start filling a glass of water. My back is to him but I know he’s approaching. Predator and prey. 

“So, pretty girl like yourself lives out here all alone?” he asks as he enters the kitchen. 

I turn to look at him, his red contacts are in but I pretend like I don’t notice. “No,” I respond as I hand him the glass of water and continue, “My Ma and Pa are usually here but they’re gone right now.”

He nods his head knowingly and drinks the water, a smile spreading across his face as he starts to approach me. My back hits the counter as he enters my space to set his glass behind me and I—Maggie—suck in a breath. He smells like Jack, like cologne and tobacco. I close my eyes at the realization and hope it fits for the scene. How many time had I imagined that scent late at night? He doesn’t move out of my space. Remmick takes space; he doesn't retreat from it. 

His voice is low as he says, “Hmm, don’t they think that’s kinda dangerous? Leaving you out here all by yourself?” He shrugs a little, the distance between us nearly closed as I come to meet his eyes. I can’t tell who I’m looking at. Jack, or Remmick. 

“I can take care of myself,” I say as I turn my head to the side sheepishly. I know he’s hit his cue to stare at my unknowingly exposed neck when I hear him suck in a sharp breath. 

“Oh, I bet you can.” The scene moves at an agonizing pace, and I can feel the tension rising—between us, in the room, in me. It only breaks when I finally look up at him and for that split second I see him, not Remmick but Jack, before the obsession returns and he closes the distance, lips crashing into mine. 

Being kissed like this feels like possession, feels like melting into him, feels like full surrender. It was hard and fast and heated. His hands grabbing and roaming my middle. Suddenly I’m lifted off the ground by strong arms and set firmly on the counter earning a gasp even though I knew it was coming. He’s standing between my legs now, just close enough to be professional and just far enough to be frustrating. Still we devour each other. His hand goes to my hair and nestles for a moment before pulling my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. 

He kisses down my flesh sloppily, nibbling and sucking in all the right spots. A moan escapes me, a real one, but no one will know. I’m an actress, I’m supposed to be acting. Still at this I feel him groan into my skin before continuing his assault. 

He doesn’t bite, not how Remmick is supposed to. Instead after we know they have more than enough film he pulls away and sucks in a deep breath, composing himself. His hand is still rooted in my hair and his eyes lock onto mine as he says, “I want to taste you.” It’s the closest to a question that he was going to get. I nod my head eagerly and he smiles greedily, as far as he’s concerned he already has me. And as far as I’m concerned he does as well. 

He returns to kissing me, gentler this time, hands sliding up my exposed legs and under the hem of my skirt at an agonizing pace. There's lube spread across the inside of my upper thigh and as soon as I feel him run his fingers through it my eyes widen and I throw my head back in a gasp. Remmick smiles and watches me greedily, finding pleasure in knowing he already has this control over me. We act it out for a few more beats before he finally removes his hand and lifts his glistening fingers for me to see. 

“All this for me?” he asks, lifting his finger to his mouth. He sucks on it slowly, eyes closing, brow furrowing like he’s savoring a delicacy. I watch him, hungrily and enthralled, then when his finger finally leaves his mouth he's dead calm as he lifts his pointer and middle to my lips. “Taste,” he orders. So I do. Slowly at first, then more greedily. The lube is strawberry flavored, but I can taste him as well. Sometimes there is no movie magic for these sort of one shot scenes. He just stands there watching me, heavy breathing and eyes blown out. When he finally removes his fingers with a pop he doesn’t hit his line immediately, for a second he just blinks, as if for just a second he forgot. But then he shakes his head. “Not enough,” is the only warning I get before he's kneeling before me and hiking my dress up, head dipping between my thighs. 

Of course it went no further than that but we still had a job to do. He started miming the intimate moment, just inches away from where I wanted him the most. I threw my head back and moaned, brow furrowing, one hand bracing myself on the counter while the other flew to tangle in his hair and I gently began pulling. This earned a growl from him and he moved more feverishly. I felt him rub his lips and chin across the lube and I could have sworn I felt it, soft kisses moving along the inside of my thigh where the lube was placed, a trick of the mind—heat of the moment. It helped me perform either way, helped me be more believable. His hands held my hips firmly in place, legs hiked over his shoulders, if I wanted to move I couldn’t—I didn’t want to. 

I gently squeezed his head twice—just barely. The cue we decided to use when I’d act like I was reaching climax. And boy, was I acting. I’ve never seen him move so quickly, one second on the ground before me and the next he was up again and lifting me off the counter earning a genuine gasp from me. 

“Not yet,” he said, his mouth and chin glistening with more than just the lube on account of the drool-inducing mints. “Not until I say so.” My legs wrapped around his center and arms around his neck as he turned and walked me to the table, holding me with one strong arm as the other brushed everything off of it in one swift motion before setting me down and standing before me. 

My hands moved hastily to grasp at the buttons of his shirt, but he stopped that with one swift motion yanking it over his head and slinging it on the ground. Chest now bared to me I made quick work of curiously roaming and kissing his newly exposed skin. His head dipped back and he let out a moan. I may have been leaving marks, but I didn’t care, and he must not have either because he didn’t stop me. Just left me to make sloppy work across him while they got their shot. 

Then, more calmly than any man should have been, he grabbed either side of my shirt collar and ripped my blouse open, loosely sewn buttons flying everywhere, leaving me in just the bra. He moved fast on the newly exposed skin, kissing and sucking, nibbling and—biting. There was only one place to go from here and we were fastly approaching that cue. 

His hands hiked my skirt up before fiddling with his buckle. My arms wrapped around his neck, our brows pushed together, eyes locked as we acted out passing that final precipice. We both let out groans of satisfaction before he started to move his hips, hands gripped on my waist. Of course there was fabric between us, but every few thrusts he got just a little too close, brushed up against where I wanted him the most ever so slightly, earning real moans and groans from me—but they were frustration not pleasure. I hope the camera can’t tell the difference. 

I had to move or I was going to explode, so I did. I improvised, laying back on the table, arms stretched above my head, body revealed and vulnerable before him. He didn’t miss a beat, and when I opened my eyes to glance up at him, his brow was sweaty and furrowed with pleasure, mouth hanging open, letting out lewd noises I’d only dreamed of. His chest still glistened, blooming with fresh marks just how I’d left it. His eyes locked on mine, and we shared a few glorious, intimate beats holding that eye contact. It almost felt real. Almost.

Then they yelled cut.

He stopped and backed away immediately, eyes darting anywhere but me. The sudden lack of warmth felt wrong. I felt vulnerable. I sat up and pulled my blouse closed with both hands.

“Was that good?” I called out toward the lights and cameras. The response was an enthusiastic yes. They just had to put in his prosthetic teeth for the final shot. No blood this time- leave that to the viewers’ imagination. I was told to stay put while they got him ready. He didn’t look at me as he walked away. Didn’t look at me when he came back, either. Eyes red, sharp teeth now put in.

He got into position between my legs again, and we waited a minute while they reset the shot. Even this close, inches away, he avoided my gaze. Anxiety twisted low in my stomach and climbed, cold and tight, into my chest. Sitting bare and exposed in front of him, and he wouldn’t even look at me. He’d had no problem looking at me a few minutes ago when he was pretending to fuck my brains out.

“Did I do something wrong?” I whispered, the space between us so small no one else could hear.

His head snapped toward me, eyes wide. “No, no,” he said quickly, in his regular accent. “Just trying to stay in the right headspace is all.” He offered a weak smile. It didn’t make me feel any better. But it didn’t matter. They called for us to get back into position.

I laid back again, and before I knew it, Jack was gone—once again replaced with Remmick’s hungry gaze. So I tried to do the same, to put on the mask that was Maggie just as easily as he did. We picked up right where we’d left off—just a few seconds while they captured the transition. But my mind wandered, anxiety still lodged in my chest.

“Come here,” he commanded, loud enough for the boom mics to catch. I saw his eyes, his teeth, but Maggie’s lust had blinded her, or maybe made her unafraid of the man in front of her. So I rose to meet him.

His arms wrapped firmly around my bare waist, mine went around his neck once again—but that was all I could manage. I was struggling to find the rhythm again, to pull myself back into the aroused state I’d been in just minutes before.

He didn’t falter. He just gripped me tighter and whispered in my ear, low enough that no one else could hear:

“What’d you write about me?”

I gripped his neck harder, and a moan escaped my mouth as images flashed through my head. The stories I had written. The ones I had only imagined. The heat I felt each night in bed, thinking of him—him, the man in front of me.

I was back—lost in it. Moaning, head thrown back, eyes rolling. Then my brow pressed against his again as the camera moved behind him, angling for the final shot. While his face was still out of frame, he whispered:

“I knew it.”

He smiled, sinister with the teeth and contacts, and it only made me act harder.

The camera captured the shot of us, hungry, locked in each other’s gaze. We both began to speed up, reaching our fake climaxes. It was so easy to pretend. That’s when she does it—when I do it. I tilt my head to the side, baring my throat to him, offering myself without hesitation, without fear.

The last thing the cameras catch is him going in for the bite. The last part I feel is his breath—hot, deliberate—right where my pulse hammers loudest. And I don't know where Maggie starts and I begin anymore.

[enchanted-moura]

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[mrsvante]

A Gentle Kind of Forever: Epilogue

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: ceo au, established relationship, soft yandere

summary: tucked in the hills, there’s a home built from quiet mornings and whispered promises, where yoongi keeps you hidden like a secret the world isn’t worthy of. years have folded gently into one another—marked by lullabies, candlelight, and the warmth of tiny hands reaching for yours.

life here is soft. slow. full of him.

and even when the quiet feels too perfect, you find peace in the illusion… because love like this doesn’t let go—it only grows.

warnings: soft yandere yoongi, obsessive love, dark romance, psychological manipulation, domestic isolation, soft horror undertones, implied surveillance, possessive behavior, gentle coercion, unreliable reality, cult vibes (but make it romantic 😜), hidden wife trope, pregnancy, parenthood, yoongi builds you a dream you don’t want to wake up from

a message from our sponsors 💁🏽‍♀️ i wrote a short little epilogue last night because soft yandere yoongi is just SO unsettlingly dreamy to me 🫠 just another reason why i’m single

word count: 2,241

There’s a house on the hill that isn’t marked on any map.

It’s tucked far enough outside of Seoul that the city lights fade before you reach it, but close enough that deliveries still come on time. The air is cleaner here—sweeter, full of pine and soft fog and jasmine vines that grow unchecked along the stone fence.

Yoongi rebuilt the house for you.

Every corner, every tile, every light switch. His name isn’t on the deed. No paper trail. But his fingerprints are in the grains of the wooden floors, the curve of the staircase, the deep bathtub that cradles your body when he washes your hair with a touch more tenderness than the moment warrants.

This house is everything he ever wanted: quiet, private, and full of you.

And soon—it’ll be full with more of your love.

::::::::::

Your daughter is six now.

She looks like you—Yoongi insists she does, even though her sharp eyes and deadpan humor are all him. She has your laugh, though. And when she presses her tiny hand into your belly to talk to the baby growing inside you, she does it with the same instinctual care he’s always had for you.

You’re almost twenty weeks along. The bump shows when you wear anything tight, and Yoongi encourages you to.

He likes seeing it. Likes knowing what he put there is claiming space. Growing.

Some mornings, you catch him watching you from the doorway as you brush your teeth or stretch by the window, his gaze dark and unreadable. You don’t ask what he’s thinking.

But you feel it. All of it.

He’s never looked at you like you were his wife.

He looks at you like you’re his home.

His prize.

His perfect, permanent proof.

::::::::::

It’s a Tuesday morning when it really hits him.

You’re in the garden, barefoot in the dew damp grass, your sundress fluttering around your legs. The sun hasn’t fully crested the trees yet, and the world is still blue and quiet. He watches you from the kitchen window while the kettle whistles behind him.

You’re humming.

He doesn’t recognize the song, and maybe you don’t either, but the sound carries across the yard like a memory from another life.

You twirl once.

Just a little spin in the early light, like your body forgot itself and remembered joy.

And Yoongi’s chest aches.

Because he built this world from ash and want, from fear and hunger and desperation.

And you… you look like peace.

::::::::::

He brings you tea in a mug with a chipped handle—the one you’ve used since you found him again after Florence. You take it without looking at him and sip like it’s a ritual. He watches the steam curl around your lashes.

You’re always softer in the mornings.

Softer now than you’ve been in years.

Pregnancy makes you slower, warmer, easier to keep.

“Do you feel okay?” he asks, crouching beside the chair to lay a hand on your thigh.

You nod. “Tired. But good.”

He runs his thumb over the swell of your belly, then presses a kiss there, closing his eyes for a beat too long.

You brush your fingers through his hair.

He wonders if you know what you’re doing.

::::::::::

Later, when your daughter wakes, Yoongi helps her brush her teeth and packs her lunch in little animal shaped containers. She tells him she wants to bring an extra rice ball for the baby, “just in case they get hungry too.”

He smiles.

“Appa, do babies eat food in your tummy?”

“No,” he tells her gently. “They eat whatever Eomma eats.”

She pauses. “So if Eomma eats spicy food… will the baby be spicy?”

Yoongi laughs softly, gently tugging her braid. “Maybe.”

You’re already at the table when they come in, tapping away at the digital tablet he gave you last Christmas. You use it to draw sometimes. To journal. You tell him it helps keep your thoughts in order, and he nods even though he knows every entry is backed up automatically to his server.

He doesn’t read everything.

But he could.

And that’s enough.

::::::::::

You used to resist him.

In small ways—quiet ones. You’d flinch when he mentioned more children. Ask when you’d be able to see your friends again. You once left the gate open just to see how far you could get before he noticed.

He never punished you.

He didn’t have to.

Yoongi believes in patience.

He believes in shaping the world so well you choose to stay.

So he gave you time. Space. Love. Obsession, hidden under silk and soft linen sheets. He made the idea of leaving so abstract, so unnecessary, that one day you simply stopped thinking about it.

And now?

Now you wake up in his bed and kiss him good morning before your eyes are fully open.

Now you walk the house like it was always yours.

Now you carry his second child without fear.

Even if something inside you occasionally whispers—This life is too still. This man is too careful. This door is never locked for you, but never open to anyone else.

You hush the voice. You don’t ask questions.

You pour more tea.

::::::::::

On your daughter’s seventh birthday, Yoongi throws a garden party.

It’s bigger than anything you expected.

Colorful streamers twist between the trees. Ribbons flutter from the wrought iron fence. Long tables are draped in linen and covered in trays of tiny cakes, fruit shaped like stars, and handmade gifts wrapped in tissue paper. A woman with kind eyes and a fake laugh paints flowers on children’s faces while a man juggles balloons just off to the side.

You blink.

You hadn’t known there were this many families nearby.

Your life in the hills has always been quiet. Still. Barely a hint of another home beyond the forest. And yet—today, the garden is full of children. Smiling, running, giggling in packs. Their parents linger at the edges, sipping sparkling juice and making polite conversation as if they’ve all known each other for years.

They wave at you. Introducing themselves like this is a neighborhood potluck. And for a moment, you feel dizzy.

Because something feels… off.

Too perfect. Too polished. Too orchestrated.

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You step aside, fingers brushing over your pregnant belly, and scan the crowd.

Each child is neat—perfectly dressed, not a shoe out of place. Their hair is freshly combed. Their hands stay remarkably clean, even with cake nearby.

They don’t whine. They don’t cry. They smile on cue.

You recognize none of the parents. And somehow, despite the dozens of faces, no one ever asks you how long you’ve lived here. No one comments on the lack of a school drop off. No one mentions birthday parties past.

It’s as if today is the first, and only, day these families exist.

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You glance toward Yoongi.

He’s crouched beside your daughter, helping her open a gift. His expression is soft, full of adoration, lit by the gold of the afternoon sun.

He glances up, meets your gaze and smiles.

Warm. Reassuring.

Like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. You smile back. Because what else can you do? And you feel it settle inside you—that warmth. That wonder. That truth you’ve come to live by:

You are loved. Utterly. Deeply. Without condition.

The families might be strangers. The children might be part of a story Yoongi wrote without telling you. But the picture is perfect.

And the life you live inside it is real.

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By sunset, the families are already dispersing.

Their goodbyes are brief. Their cars disappear one by one down the gravel road that seems longer than you remember. You stand with your arm around your daughter, watching until the last silhouette fades into the trees.

The quiet settles again. Like the world exhaled. And the illusion folds neatly back into place.

Yoongi kisses your cheek. “Perfect day, wasn’t it?”

You nod. But your fingers press into your belly with a little more pressure than necessary.

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When you give birth to your son, it rains for three days.

You give birth in the house. Not at a hospital. Not with a full team of strangers poking and prodding. No, Yoongi plans it all. Hires a private midwife who signs enough NDAs to make a lawyer sweat.

The bedroom becomes a sanctuary. The windows covered. The lights low. Jazz humming through the air like a lullaby.

When you scream, he’s the only one who stays calm. He holds your hand while you labor.

Strokes your damp hair.

Keeps his breathing steady even as yours unravels.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers, over and over, like a spell. You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine.

And when the child cries, he breaks.

He sobs—not loudly, not wildly, but with his entire body trembling against yours.

You’re too exhausted to speak.

Too spent to process the piety in his touch as he takes the baby from your arms and kisses his brow like a priest blessing a king.

“He looks like you,” you whisper, eyes fluttering closed.

Yoongi nods.

But he’s looking at you.

At the sweat on your collarbone, the raw edge of your voice, the slack in your limbs after the fight.

And all he sees is his future.

Tangible.

Complete.

Eternal.

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The house is quieter after that. You’re tired. All the time. But Yoongi never falters. He does everything.

Cooks.

Cleans.

Tends to the baby while your body recovers.

He worships you like the temple where you first met. Like he’s still waiting for a god to strike him down for taking you away from the world.

But nothing ever does.

You’re his reward.

And he’s earned you.

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The years blur after that.

You learn to live slower.

You don’t ask to go into the city anymore.

He brings the city to you in curated slices—art books, imported wine, custom tailored clothing that hugs your figure like worship. He keeps the world small and quiet and beautiful, and you stop trying to make it bigger.

He teaches your daughter the piano.

Teaches your son how to press flowers between the pages of your old notebooks.

You think about your old life sometimes, but not often.

Just enough to wonder if the version of you who once existed would even recognize the woman you’ve become.

Would she scream?

Would she run?

Or would she fall to her knees and weep, overwhelmed by the softness of it all?

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Some nights, when the world is sleeping and the air outside the windows smells like damp moss and cut jasmine, Yoongi lies awake with you curled beside him and your children sleeping down the hall, and he thinks:

This is all I ever wanted.

A life no one else could take.

A love no one else could see.

And every breath you take beside him is a victory.

A vow.

A possession.

He touches your belly in the dark—flat again, for now.

And smiles.

Because he can have more.

He has all the time in the world.

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One night, when the children are asleep, Yoongi pulls you into his lap on the living room floor. You’re in nothing but one of his oversized shirts, the collar askew on your shoulder. His hand slides beneath the hem.

You tremble—but not from fear.

Never from fear.

“You’re too good to me,” you murmur.

His fingers curl along your inner thigh.

“You’re mine,” he replies, as if it’s the answer for everything.

You nod.

And then he says it.

“I want another.”

Your breath catches.

He leans in.

“I want to keep you like this. Swollen. Soft. Full of me.”

You close your eyes.

The fire crackles beside you.

His breath is warm on your cheek.

“Say yes, my love.”

You don’t answer right away.

You don’t have to.

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Weeks pass before you say anything.

You’re folding laundry in the living room while the children nap and Yoongi’s finishing a call in the studio downstairs.

You stare at a pair of socks—tiny, pink, soft—and something in your chest twists.

You think of that night in Florence, of the rain, of the man who watched you like you were something fleeting.

Now, he holds you like you’ll never slip through his fingers again.

You don’t know which version scares you more.

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That night, you crawl into his lap without a word.

He looks up from the notebook in his hands, eyebrows raised in quiet surprise.

“Baby?” he says, cautious.

You kiss him.

Soft. Intentional.

He doesn’t move at first. Then his hands find your thighs, your hips, the nape of your neck. His mouth parts like it’s muscle memory, like this has been waiting for weeks to bloom.

“I want to try,” you whisper.

He stiffens.

“You’re sure?”

You nod, throat thick. “I want to see more of our love.”

His grip tightens—just barely.

He exhales through his nose.

Then—

“Good girl.”

And when he lifts you in his arms and carries you to bed, you know exactly what’s waiting.

The same thing that’s always been waiting.

Devotion.

Obsession.

Forever.

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You’re pregnant within a month.

Of course you are.

He times your cycles. Tracks your symptoms. Has been prepping your body with subtle shifts in your diet for over a year now.

You don’t know that.

You think it’s fate.

He lets you believe it.

Because if this house is a dream, you’re the soul inside it.

And now, he gets to live it all over again.

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