#okay i need to wrap these tags up. just pls. someone help

[silvermeww]

will someone ever tell me why cilan is afraid of purrloin???

[mischievousmoony]

Omg I love ur James fics. You think you could do one where reader finally feels comfortable getting drunk while going out with their group because she knows James is there to take care of her. Ur drunk reader x James interactions are too cute. I feel like I always have a hard time letting go cause I’m afraid I’ll need to take care of my other friends haha. Love your work!

thank u love! i have fun writing them, i just know james would be so caring! ps thank you for being patient ik this request came in a while ago

𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.0k ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication (i think that’s it but lmk if i missed any pls)

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"But what if Sirius tries to get a new tattoo again?" you ask, twisting back and forth with a steady squeak, squeak, squeak of your barstool.

James clasps his hand on your shoulder, turning you one last time to face him. "Remus is watching him."

"What if Marlene tries to go on another one of her adventures?"

Marlene has a knack for getting herself into precarious situations when she gets drunk, which she likes to call her “little adventures.” Usually, this means going home with a stranger, whether it’s for a hookup or to steal their lightbulbs because they looked at her wrong.

"Lily’s got her.”

"What if I do something stupid?" you ask, now swinging your legs. The nerves eating away at you just won’t let you sit still.

James puts his other hand on your knee, soothing you with a gentle squeeze. "I'm watching you," he says. After thinking it over for a moment, he adds, “And I don't think you'll do anything stupid. Even if you do, I'll do something more stupid so that nobody notices."

This earns him a giggle from you, and he’s happy to see you smiling. He picks up your glass, which is now covered in beads of water, plenty of time having passed for condensation to run its course. He dries what he can with a napkin because he knows you hate when the droplets land in your lap.

You once asked him why it happened, even though you knew the answer. He simply told you it was science.

“Science is stupid,” you had said, eyes fixating on several small spots of water soaking into your jeans.

Now, James wraps your glasses with napkins. He holds out your drink, a black napkin enveloped around it, as he asks, “You want to do this, right?”

You peek into the glass and watch the dwindling ice cubes swirl around in a vodka cran; a drink that James had called “beginner friendly.”

“Yeah,” you answer shyly.

James frowns. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

You chew your bottom lip, thinking it over. A part of you wants to forget it, but another part of you knows you’d be disappointed in yourself for chickening out again.

You wrap your hand around the glass, cringing at the squish of the soggy napkin beneath your fingertips. You don’t know what’s worse: this feeling or the water dripping all over you. But James’ attempts to help make you feel warm inside, so you don’t complain.

“No, I still want to do this.”

“Then I’m here for you. Promise.” James gives your knee another squeeze.

You cast a look toward your friends. For years, you've nominated yourself as the designated driver. Or you've claimed to have early morning obligations. You've always felt better knowing someone sober was around to deliver plenty of water and carb-rich snacks to your incapacitated friends.

That was your excuse, anyway. Not that it isn't one of your concerns, but truthfully, something about drinking makes you feel uneasy. You always knew your friends were safe because you've been there, ready to hold back anyone's hair or stray them away from bad decisions. If you drank too, how could you be sure your friends would have someone to depend on? How could you be sure you would have someone to depend on?

Then, you started dating James, and you found a level of trust you never knew was possible. You know you can depend on him for anything.

When you admitted to him why you never drink when you go out, he swore up and down that he would be there for you.

Remembering his promise summons a wave of courage. You shoot James a nervous smile, and take your first sip, scrunching your nose as it burns your tongue.

"This is kind of gross."

James barks a laugh, "We can try to find something you'd like better next round. That is, if you decide to have another."

Feeling brave, you do have another. That's when you discovered something called the Cosmic Lemon Fizz; a drink that sparkles with edible glitter and manages to be blue, green, and yellow all at once. You laughed when you saw it, not knowing how in for it you were.

"Jamie!" you exclaim after taking a sip of your third Cosmic Lemon Fizz. "This tastes like happy feels!" you gasp as if the thought had just occurred to you, despite this being the fourth time you tell him.

"I bet it does!" James cheers. His eyes wrinkle in the corners as he beams at you.

"You should try one!" you declare, and immediately try to flag over the bartender.

James smoothly takes your hand, stopping you as he says, "No can do. Made a promise to a pretty girl that I wouldn't have a drop tonight."

You whip your head around. "Who!?" you ask, eyes wide.

"Who do you think, pretty girl," he says, poking you in the side.

Giggles escape you and you swat his hand away. He doesn't go far, lifting his arm to brush some stray hairs out of your face. His hand lingers on the side of your face, soothing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

You lean into his touch, gazing up at him with an affectionate glaze in your eyes; a look that gives him butterflies.

"Wowww," you say dreamily. "You're handsome."

James feels his heart flip in his chest. "Thank you, love," he says, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Hey," Sirius says, appearing out of nowhere as he lazily throws an arm over your shoulders, "How's it going over here?"

While you're distracted with Sirius, James waves over the bartender and replaces your drink with water. The next time you reach for your glass, you hesitate.

"Where's my cosmo magic fizzy thingy?" you ask, an eyebrow raised as you glance at James.

"You must've finished it," he shrugs, acting clueless.

"That's like the oldest trick in the book. You replaced it with water and now you're trying to be sneaky!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," James feigns innocence.

You giggle, bringing the straw to your lips. "I knew you'd take care of me. I love you," you say, happily sipping your water.

James feels another eye-wrinkling smile break out on his face. "I love you too, pretty girl."

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[seangelfish]

Hello there, how are you? :)

My mind has been thinking about HiMERU finding cold-hearted&toughfem!reader drinking alone, and takes her alcohol away, suggesting to do something else.

I leave the rest to you.

NSFW pls.

Ignore if you want. Thank you 😁

A/N: Hello there! I’ve been doing well, thanks for asking! ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ This is my first ever NSFW request so I’m pretty excited. HiMERU is my fave member from Crazy:B, so I hope this goes well... (I keep forgetting he refers to himself in 3rd person lol). Anyways, enjoy!! (´ ε ` )♡ This was actually kind of hard to write, so I'm sorry if it's bad! I also decided to change the theme to my NSFW works! I hope you all like it!

Stress reliever

HiMERU x Reader ♡ Genres/tags: Smut (NSFW) ♡ Content warnings: fem!AFAB reader, oral (receiving), missionary, vanilla sex, not proofread! ♡ Word count: 2,710 ♡ Summary: HiMERU has always cared about your well-being, even to a point he’d try to meet you everyday to ask how you were. Unluckily for him though, you were one of the coldest producers at Cos Pro who would constantly shake his advances off.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! NSFW below the cut. Please proceed with caution.

It wasn't love at first sight.

On HiMERU's first day at Cos Pro as a new idol, you were rather unwelcoming. He had greeted you, bowed too, but you merely nodded at him and walked away. He didn't mind it though, he already knew what he was getting into when he decided to become an idol. It was inevitable to encounter someone like you in the industry.

However, despite that encounter, whenever HiMERU would bump into you, he still made the effort to greet you a good morning or afternoon. Because you were still one of his producers, he wanted to be polite and respectful.

“Good morning, Miss (Y/N).”

However, you continued to give him the cold shoulder. He didn’t understand this until another producer informed him that you were like that with everyone.

“You should just leave her be, okay? I don’t think (Y/N) even cares for socialising.”

But HiMERU couldn’t leave you be. He wanted to talk to you all the time. He wanted to know about your well-being. Even when you’ve only exchanged a few words with him, he was completely smitten with you.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself or the way you did your work. You were so focused with work that you were able to finish it in a day or so. Even when your personality was as cold as ice, you were seen as the most reliable producer in the agency.

Not only that, but you were beautiful. HiMERU’s eyes would light up whenever he caught a glimpse of you. He’d never miss the opportunity to say hello.

Fortunately for him, you were assigned as one of Crazy:B’s producers. Unfortunately for you, Crazy:B was the last unit you’d ever think of working with.

“I guess it can’t be helped,” you said. “Nice to meet you all. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). From today on, I’m your producer. I’ll be helping you with all your work.”

Rinne immediately tried to woo you, but you completely ignored him. Niki tried thanking you for your time, but you blankly replied with, “No need to thank me. It’s my job.” Kohaku could understand that you didn’t want to be a part of this group, so he merely bowed and left you be. HiMERU, however…

“It’s nice to see you again,” he said. “HiMERU hopes we can get along better now, Miss (Y/N).”

You stared at him for a moment before replying with, “Keep hoping.” You then picked up your belongings and walked away. He watched your figure speed off, your heels clanking sharply at the floor.

However, by time, you did warm up a little to the group. You were still cold and tough as ever which showed a lot in the work you set them, but you smiled a bit more. HiMERU liked seeing this progress.

His relationship with you has also seen some progress too. Whenever he’d greet you, you actually stopped to greet him back. Of course, you were still cold with it, but you were getting there.

“Alright, that’s it for today,” you said, wrapping things up. “Now go home and rest. I’ll see you all tomorrow morning.”

Before the idols could say anything, you had already left. As the rest of Crazy:B talked about what they needed to improve on, HiMERU caught sight of your planner. You had forgotten it.

HiMERU picked up your planner and dashed out of the room, leaving the other members confused. It was 7pm by the time Crazy:B was finished with rehearsals, so that meant you were heading home.

HiMERU hoped he’d be able to catch you, but you were way too fast. Thankfully, you had informed them of your address and phone number if they ever had anything important to talk to you about.

He tried calling you, but you wouldn’t pick up. Ah, that’s right. It’s after work hours now, so of course you wouldn’t pick up. The last resort was to visit you on the way home.

Now, how was he supposed to get there?

It was 9pm by the time HiMERU finally reached your place. He was held up by other idols in the agency who tried talking to him. As polite as he ever was, he joined in the conversations. He didn’t want to make himself look bad after all.

But he was finally here. He knew how important your planner was since you brought it with you everywhere. He knocked on your door and waited.

After a few seconds, it opened up.

“Eh, HiMERU…?” you groaned. “Why are you here at this hour? …Did something happen?”

“I… uh…”

HiMERU couldn’t look away from the outfit you were wearing, but he knew that he should. You were wearing nothing else but a silky nightgown that accentuated your curves. He could tell why you wouldn’t care about your appearance because gripped in your hand was a bottle of alcohol.

“Well then, what is it?” you asked, kind of irritated. You took another long sip of the alcohol and sighed.

He avoided your gaze as he handed you over your planner.

“You left this in the rehearsal room,” he said.

But before you could take it from him, he snatched the bottle away from you.

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “That’s mine!”

“Miss (Y/N), you’re a producer at Cos Pro, HiMERU doesn't think you should be drinking the night before work tomorrow,” HiMERU stated blankly.

“Ugh, this sucks! You seriously don’t understand how much anxiety and stress I’ve incurred during my days at Cos Pro! This is the only way I can cope! So, give me back the bottle now, and leave me alone!”

HiMERU never really thought about how you might of felt. He always thought you were well kept and organised, but seeing you in front of him now said otherwise.

“Give… it… back!” you cried, trying to reach for the bottle, but HiMERU merely lifted it higher in the air.

“Miss (Y/N), there are many other ways to deal with stress,” he said. “Alcohol shouldn’t be one of them.”

“Ugh, whatever! It’s not like you have better ideas!”

“In fact, HiMERU does,” he replied, sighing. He couldn’t believe that his crush was an alcoholic.

“Alright then, tell me,” you challenged.

“HiMERU just needs your consent first.”

“Nghh... ah~!" you gasped.

You were spread out on the sofa, your nightgown pulled up to bare your nakedness as HiMERU's tongue licked your soaked folds slowly.

This wasn't what you expected when HiMERU told you he had a better idea. What you expected from him was a mature suggestion, something such as exercising to calm down your nerves, but THIS? You would have never guessed he was going to go down on you?! No wonder why he asked you for your consent and the levels of your alcohol tolerance.

And it's a good thing you had such high alcohol tolerance because the feeling of being eaten out like this felt so good. You'd hate to miss out on this.

Wait, what on earth are you thinking?!

“Ah~ mhmm…”

You couldn't believe that you're just letting him eat you out like this! Out of all people as well? HiMERU?! ...Well, it's not like you ever hated him. Sure, you've treated him coldly, but that's because you're at work to do work, not to make friends. All you ever cared about was surviving. You were only working in Cos Pro to earn money to live. So, keeping up a cold, tough act was one way to do it. Unfortunately, work at Cos Pro was absolutely aggravating and depressing. That's why you had resorted to alcohol.

But this... this seems to be more pleasurable.

His hands kept your legs secured and spread out as he continued to lick and suck on your pussy, leaving trails of kisses here and there across the inner parts of your thighs.

"Ahhh~ feels... so... good~"

He smirked. He liked the sounds you were making because of him, and he was happy that you were enjoying yourself too. He knew that sex was a good way to reduce negative emotions, and it's a lot more healthier than taking in alcohol. However, he also knew that this was something he would never think of doing with his producer let alone his crush. Was he perhaps... breaking out of character...?

He was only planning on making you feel good, so you were able to get a good night's rest before tomorrow morning, but a tent formed in his pants too. He wanted you so bad, but he knew he shouldn't. He vowed that once you came, he was going to leave. He was only doing this for you and you only, it wasn't about himself.

Out of the blue, you grabbed his blue locks and shoved him closer to your pussy.

"Ahh~! More...! Please give me more...!" you pleaded. "Ngh~!"

He gagged a bit, but obeyed. The flicking of his tongue inside your pussy sped up, causing your moans to build up too. As he looked at your face from below, you made eye contact with him. His gleaming yellow eyes looked particularly sexy from down there, it made your face even more hotter than it was before.

"Mmm~" you went. Something within you wanted even more than this.

Your pretty figure arched at his touch.

"HiMERU, I'm... I'm going to c-come...!"

"Hah..." he groaned, lifting his head up from between your legs. "Then come..."

You did as you were told. He watched you squirt all over the sofa, soaking it in the process. You panted in exhaustion, but you couldn't help but smile at how good that felt.

"You came... that's great..." he muttered, panting. "HiMERU will get you cleaned up now. Have a good night, okay? HiMERU will taking your alcohol away too."

He stood up, but you immediately grabbed his hand, yanking him back down. He caught himself before he fell right on top of you, his arms on each side of you as he looked down at you from below.

"Please stay..." you whispered, reaching for his neck. "I want more of you... I want you inside me..."

HiMERU's cheeks instantly turned pink. He couldn't believe the words that came out of your mouth. "(Y/N), I can't..." he said, dropping the honourifics and looking away.

"Please, HiMERU... you want me too, right?" you said, eyeing his boner. "I'll let you have all of me."

He was silent for a bit, but then looked back at you. You looked desperate and extremely needy. Sweat rolled down your flushed face, your eyes begging him to completely rail you.

He sighed and leaned down a bit so that your lips touched his ever so slightly.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered. "I won't hold back."

"Yes... I'm sure... I want you to fuck me..."

"...Alright."

Your arms wrapped around his neck once he completely laid his body weight on yours. He kissed your lips tenderly, but on the other hand, you bit his. You kissed him roughly which he didn't seem to mind, so he returned the action. Saliva started to form between your tongues as you parted, a thin string swung.

"Hah..." he moaned. He still couldn't believe that he was doing this with his producer, someone in a higher position than him in the industry. He couldn't believe that he was doing it with you, his crush in the industry, the beautiful yet cold woman he had fallen in love with. He was rather lucky if he thought about it.

He unbuckled his belt as you waited for him excitedly. He pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung out. It was big and hard, precum had already seeped out of the tip. It was such a pretty cock that even you would love it if he shoved it down your throat.

His tip brushed against your flaps causing you to moan. He did this several times as if he was teasing you, but he just loved the sight of his dick just stroking your pussy, and the sight of you being irritated that you hadn't put it in yet.

"HiMERU!" you cried. "Just put it in alr–"

HiMERU shoved his dick into your hole before you could finish your sentence. He began to ram into you as fast as he could.

"Gyah~!" you cried. "Ahh~ ahh~!"

"Hah... you're... tight..." he mumbled. "Ugh... fuck... this feels... good...!"

Thrusting his dick in and out of you, HiMERU pulled your nightgown even higher to expose your breasts. He nibbled at your nipples which were hard from how aroused you were.

"Ahh~! H-HiMERU...!"

"(Y/N)... fuck..."

His tongue swirled around your nipple as he began to suck on it roughly, another hand caressing the other boob slowly.

"H-HiMERU..." you moaned. "I can't... believe that we're doing this... haha... I can't believe I'm doing this..."

"Neither does HiMERU," he replied, thrusting into you with no intentions of stopping. "HiMERU doesn't understand why you're okay with this... when... you never wanted to look his way..."

You were silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

"I just hope... you don't hate 'me'..." he mumbled. "'I' like you a lot, (Y/N)..."

"I don't necessarily 'hate' you..." you said slowly, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I never hated you."

You smiled at him, a genuine, pretty smile that he has never seen you pull at work ever. This was new to him, this emotion that you were portraying. You looked like a completely different person now from the producer he had fallen in love with.

He was in awe, he was in love. He wanted to see you smile like that all the time. Still, he loved the cold, tough woman you were at work too, but this version of you was something he could adore as well.

He smiled at you sadly. "You really are beautiful," he stated, kissing your forehead softly. "I hope you can smile like that more..."

Your hand made its way to cup HiMERU's cheek. "You're so nice to me even when I haven't been as nice to you... don't do that to yourself..." you whispered, eyes beginning to water. You couldn't believe how kind he was to you, a woman who was seen as cold-hearted.

His pace slowed down. He held your hand and shook his head, "No matter what you say, or anyone for that fact, I won't ever stop being kind to you. As I've stated before..." he continued to his cock deep into you. "I love you, (Y/N)."

"Ah... ah... H-HiMERU..."

And as on cue, you came right on his dick. He kissed your cheek as you panted uncontrollably. Pulling himself out of you, he rubbed his dick a little bit before coming onto your naked body. Warm cum dripped onto your chest, coating it in a white finish. HiMERU would like to admit that he liked the sight in front of him, having you covered in his cum.

"H-HiMERU... thank you..."

"Of course."

He helped you clean up before he left. Once he was outside your door, you called after him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Um... would you... be able to help me out again?" you said sheepishly. "Uh... with my anxiety and stuff..."

He snickered. Holding your cheek gently, he nodded. "If you ever need me, I'll be there for you... no matter what you need me to do, I'll do it."

You watched him walk down the hallway and down the steps of your apartment. You closed the door with a sigh. A smile crept up your face.

"Heh... that was a good stress reliever~"

After that one night, the two of you began to relieve each other's stress with even more sex. Whenever you were stressed out at work, HiMERU was willing to give you a quick fingering in your office... or whether he was having a bad day due to Rinne, you would reciprocate with a quick blowjob in the bathrooms. Although the two of you kept it professional within the workplace, you just couldn't help but touch each other and help the other out. As the days progressed, perhaps the two of you would turn this little playdate thing into a more established relationship where you're able to fuck HiMERU to your heart's content.

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[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 8: Nighttime Bonding (NSFW)

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

Guys have some plot building and then absolute filthhhhhh. I hope you enjoy 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @eveymay @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 7

Cross Posted on AO3 here

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Someone’s screaming. Why is someone screaming? Why is it so loud? You finally feel less on edge, well you could if whoever was screaming would just shut up.

You’re biting on something. Something raw and bloody and moving. It tastes so fucking good. Your headache is finally gone, and you’re feeling better by the second. The blood you’re drinking is hea-

You’re yanked back by someone, your eyes snapping open. They’re yelling at you. There’s blood everywhere. When you can finally make sense of your surroundings you notice there’s someone on the floor. And they’re covered in blood. Oh god, there’s so much blood. They’re not moving. They should be moving, shouldn’t they?

Oh gods what have you done?

What have you done?

You wake with a start, gasping and clutching at your chest. You’re sweating and your heart is racing.

Fuck you hate these nightmares.

“Darling? You’re alright, deep breaths for me okay? It’s okay, it was just a dream.” Larissa soothes.

That’s right, you’re in Larissa’s bed, with the goddess in question. She’s sitting up next to you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You manage to take a deep breath, finally calming down and coming to your senses. She presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Nightmare again?” She murmurs, earning a shaky nod from you. “The same one?”

You nod again and she hums. you don’t notice the nervous glance she gives you, more focused on getting your heart to chill out.

“It just- it feels so real you know? Like-like I’m really. Like it really-“ you ramble.

“It’s alright darling, it’s just a dream. Is there anything I can do? Take your mind off of it?” She asks, draping herself over your back.

And suddenly your brain stops functioning altogether at the feeling of her bare body pressed against yours. She chuckles at your lack of response and blazing cheeks, pressing another much less innocent kiss to your neck.

“Do you want mommy to make that pretty head of yours empty baby?” She purrs.

You whine rather pathetically at that, leaning back into your girlfriend's sinfully beautiful body.

“I need you to use your words, baby.” She says, wrapping one arm around your stomach and palming at your breast.

“Ye-yes please-“ you manage.

“That’s my good girl.” She grins, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

“On your hands and knees for me baby,” she instructs letting you go and getting up from the bed. “Do you want me to use the strap?”

“Please…” you all but beg, moving into position.

She grabs the harness from her closet, securing it around her waist before making her way back to the bed. She spreads a generous amour of lube on the purple strap, and goddamn does the sight make your cunt clench in anticipation.

“Such a pretty thing…” she murmurs, climbing onto the bed behind you.

You feel her hand tracing a path down your back before squeezing your ass. You whimper at the contact, pushing your ass back into her hand. She tuts at that before swatting at the supple flesh. You let out a gasp, jerking forward slightly.

“Oh? Does my sweet girl like it a bit rough?” She grins.

“I-I uhm yes.” You squeak, slightly embarrassed.

“Nothing to be ashamed of darling,” she soothes before delivering another smack, this one much firmer.

She chuckles at the cry you let out, gently squeezing the reddening skin. She swats your ass a few more times, relishing in the way you jerk forward and cry out with each blow.

She suddenly brings her hands to your heat, sipping her fingers into your now soaked folds.

“Oh, baby is this all for me?”

“Mmm y-yes” you breathe.

She plunged her fingers into your core, pumping them in and out a few times before pulling her hand away. You hear her pop her fingers into her mouth and moan at the taste, causing your cunt to clench around nothing.

She then grips your hips, lifting your ass further into the air. You feel her line the false cock up with your entrance, the tip teasing your opening. She doesn’t move, simply stays there admiring the red skin of your ass.

You wriggle around, hoping to get her to fuck you. She tuts at that, warning you to behave but you really aren’t thinking much about behaving. You really can’t be blamed for the way you push yourself back into her, sheathing the strap inside you and letting out a moan.

Larissa wraps one hand around your neck before pulling you up onto your knees, flush against her. You feel her breath against your ear and a shiver runs down your spine.

“It would seem someone’s being a bit of a brat today…”

“I-I just- I’m sorry I-“

“Oh no baby, you wanted me to fuck you? I’ll do just that.” She chuckles, and fuck it’s so hot.

She squeezes your throat, planting a kiss to your cheek before letting you go and pushing your chest into the bed. She then readjusts her grip on your hips before pulling out of you. She pauses for a few seconds before thrusting back into you, her hips slapping against your ass. She sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with reckless abandon. The room is filled with the lewd sounds of slapping skin and your wanton moans.

“Oh my poor little slut, you look so lovely with my cock buried in your needy cunt.” Larissa groans.

You can’t manage any semblance of coherent thought, too caught up in the sensation of her pounding into you, her filthy words only adding to the building tension in your belly.

You're so close, teetering on the edge but it’s not enough to send you over. Larissa knows this leaning over you and reaching one hand between your legs to press against your clit.

“Do you wanna cum for me, darling?” She purrs into your ear.

“Mmh- yes yes please please. Please can I- can I-“ you beg, the sensation of her fingers on your clit making it nearly impossible to keep yourself from climaxing.

“Cum for me pretty girl.” She hums.

It takes a few more flicks to your bundle of nerves before the coil in your abdomen snaps, sending you crashing into ecstasy. You cry out, your back arching and thighs tensing as you cum.

Larissa doesn’t slow down, if anything she seems to double down on her efforts. You whine, wriggling in her grasp as she keeps thrusting into you.

“Mm- ah- Rissa I’m-“

“Hm? Isn’t this what you wanted baby? For mommy to fuck you nice and rough?” She teases.

Your second orgasm crashes over you suddenly leaving you screaming into the mattress. You can’t tell whether you’re trying to push into her or pull away, your head fuzzy. All you do know is Larissa’s ministrations are relentless and show no signs of stopping.

“Just one more for me baby. Can you do that for me?” She asks, reaching her other hand to grasp one of yours.

“Mmm…” you manage, nodding your head.

She flips you over onto your back, lifting one of your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to thrust deeper into you. You’re letting out the filthiest sounds and would be mortified if you currently had any coherent thoughts in your brain.

Larissa leans over you, reaching with her free hand to grasp one of your, intertwining your fingers.

“You’re doing so well for me baby, you look so pretty cumming around my cock.” She murmurs.

She continues whispering words of praise as you rapidly approach the edge once more. Larissa takes one of your nipples into her mouth gently biting down on it and sending you over the edge one final time. You feel your whole body shudder, your mouth opening in a silent cry. Larissa slows her pace, easing you down from your high while peppering your chest and neck with kisses.

When your body eventually falls limp, Larissa gently pulls out of you, earning a whine from you which she gently hushes. She presses a kiss to your lips before getting up from the bed. Your head is still a little fuzzy and Larissa’s bed really is so comfy, you find yourself barely able to fight sleep when she returns from the bathroom.

“C’mere darling,” she murmurs, using a damp cloth to clean you up.

She coaxes you to sit up, making you drink a glass of water before pulling you into her arms. She settles the two of you back against the pillows, pulling the covers up over you.

“Darling? Are you alright? That wasn’t too much?” Larissa asks, combing her finger through your hair.

“Mmm,” you hum, snuggling further into the tall blonde's embrace. “Was perfect. Thank you Mommy.”

Larissa Weems truly was a gift, whether you needed a heartfelt talk or a good fucking. She was more than happy to help.

[pfhwrittes]

hi p!

can i ask a dumb question? on your last post you said in the tags that it's possible to have "rough" sex without it being rough-rough and idk i was just wondering if i could get some advice for how to actually have "rough" sex that ISNT rough-rough? i'm asking bcus i've got hEDS and my bf is VERY careful but i don't always want careful yknow??

pls don't feel like you have to answer!

love shy anon ♥️

hi shy anon!

first and foremost, none of this is actual medical advice by an actual genuine doctor. i'm just a guy who has weird joints and sex.

if you're able to, i recommend talking to your doctor about things you can do to help make sex more comfortable BUT i also recognise that doctors are particularly useless when it comes to helping people with hEDS so i also recommend hitting up some websites for general advice too.

with that out of the way, let's get into it.

some general stuff first:

know your limitations!

so, it's a fact of life that everyone's body is different. some stimuli feels good, some stimuli feels bad. when you have funky joints (or hEDS in your case) you have to be more mindful about what positions are just a complete no go for you or what you can do with some extra support.

i seriously recommend that if you don't have one already, get a body wedge pillow that you can use to support yourself! they're great!

communication!

please talk to your partner(s) when something feels uncomfortable. they want sex to be good for you (and by extension them)! so keeping it to yourself when something hurts (in the wrong way) sucks. no one wants to hurt their partner(s) unintentionally (sometimes they want to hurt their partner intentionally but that's sadism and that's a different conversation).

trust me when i say, they really aren't going to mind if you go "hey, this position is making my arm/leg/neck ache, can we switch it up?" and if they do mind then they're a dick.

p's tips for having "rough" sex.

work out what pressure errs on the side of "hard" rather than "soft" before having sex. don't be afraid to say "more", "just like that" or "that's too much" during sex.

put pressure on the meatier parts of your/their body. for example, instead of holding someone's wrists - hold onto their forearms. instead of ankles, hold their calves. and before you go "oh but my partner can't wrap their entire hand around my calf/forearm!", trust me when i say it's not about being fully restrained, it's about the potential of being restrained.

if you or your partner do want to be restrained, i recommend padded cuffs. the wider surface area is generally* (*your mileage may vary) more comfortable than thinner material (like rope).

alternating firm vs soft pressure and alternating slower versus faster movements is usually the key for things feeling "rougher" than they are. don't start at an 11 (super firm pressure and fast movements) and stay there. variation!

you don't have to be thrown/throw your partner around for sex to be rough. that's dumb. you can guide/be guided with an arm around the waist/hand on wrist to where you/they want to go.

do not wrench someone's head back. grip at their hair (if they're cool with that) close to the root/their scalp and maintain the pressure before releasing* (*talk to your partner before doing this!) or alternatively, hold the back of their neck. again, do not wrench their head.

if you/your partner bruise or mark easily have a discussion before having sex about if you/they are comfortable with having bruises/marks on your/their body and where they should be.

you can bite gently. you don't have to latch on like you're a hagfish on a whale fall okay? just the combination of teeth + heat + wet is enough for some people without needing to actually bite down.

you don't have to bite at all.

consider dirty talk. it's not for everyone but it can add a little something if you're that way inclined.

and to follow up: after having "rough" sex, aftercare!

if you're the receiving partner, please tell your partner what felt good. be specific! check in with them about where their head is afterwards and get cuddly if they're a cuddle person. do not treat them like a sex toy (by which i mean after they get cleaned up you basically ignore them until you want sex again. that's a shitty move.). check in physically as well! check for strains, marks, bruises and bites and apply a little bit of first care/physical aftercare (anti-septic for bites, arnica for bruises). make sure they're hydrated, clean, comfortable and fed.

if you're the providing partner, please tell your partner what felt good. if the dirty talk strayed into the more degrading end of the spectrum (i'll assume you already talked about what are acceptable terms to use), reassure your partner that they aren't a "nasty little slut" for example. check in physically as well! check for strains, marks, bruises and bites and apply a little bit of first care/physical aftercare (anti-septic for bites, arnica for bruises). make sure they're hydrated, clean, comfortable and fed.

[acradelius]

Soldier with a transmasc s/o pls-

I need soldier comforting his partner over gender dysphoria and aggressively correcting people.

"I'll Make Sure That They Get It Right."

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Soldier: 76 ("Jack Morrison") x Transmasc! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Transmasculine! Reader, Male Pronouns Used For Reader, Jack Isn't Necessarily Familiar With Transmasculinity - But He's Trying, Mentions Of Gender Dysphoria, Jack's Supportive Of Reader, Jack Accidentally Uses Wrong Pronouns, Jack Gets Agressive Whenever Correcting Others About Reader.

Word Count: 624 Words

Notes: Forgive me if any part of this, or even if all of it, happens to be incorrect or misinforming in any way, shape, or form. I'm not Trans myself, nor know of anyone who happens to be Trans, so I wrote this based on what I could find on the internet. Please let me know what I can do to correct it!

If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!

“Transmasculine?” Jack can't state that he's familiar with the exact word or its definition. He's definitely aware that there are other gender identities, gender expressions, or both, besides cisgender, but it's not exactly a topic that he keeps himself up-to-date with when it comes to the terminology and information. Ultimately, it takes (Y/N) sitting Jack down and explaining transmasculine for him to be able to wrap his mind around this new information. “It sounds quite.. simple.. to understand?” It still might take him some time to completely come to understand, as besides his partner explaining it to him Jack then takes it upon himself to do some more research on it, but he's trying! He's realizing that it's quite crucial that he's informed about this information, not only for the well-being of (Y/N), but for their success and well-being of their relationship as well.

While gender dysphoria is something else that’s also probably going to have to be explained to him, it’s definitely something that he could come up with ways to ease those thoughts that make (Y/N) upset at times, or even have days of being upset. Maybe trying on some of Jack’s clothes would help? Or even going and buying a wardrobe of clothes that would enhance (Y/N)’s masculine features? “Lookin’ handsome as always, love.” Are you needing assistance with chest binding perhaps? Don’t worry, Jack is definitely your guy. Well, it’ll probably take him a couple of times of hands-on experience before he manages to get the hang of it. “Which one would you prefer this time? Would you prefer the kinetic tape? Or just the actual binder?” He’s also on top of consistently asking if (Y/N)’s comfortable and if there’s any health concerns from using the binders. “Are you able to breathe well? Would you like me to tighten or loosen it? ..It’s not irritating your skin is it? If so, we could look into getting you some of this moisturizing cream that I typically use..” Jack would also be completely fine with (Y/N) using some of his products that have that masculine fragrance if that makes him feel better as well.

There happens to be some times that Jack accidentally slips up and accidentally uses the wrong pronouns when it comes to talking to (Y/N) or even talking about (Y/N) to someone else. If it happens, he’ll apologize and correct himself, also making sure that (Y/N) is okay and explain that it wasn’t his intention to accidentally misgender or misidentify him. His voice will be soft and reassuring, making sure to bring (Y/N) into his arms and hold them close to him. Yet, if it was someone else that was someone else that ends up misgendering (Y/N).. If it happens to be someone that’s unaware that (Y/N) is transmasculine, then Jack would loudly clear his throat, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes through his visor, speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. “If you’re NOT AWARE, (Y/N) typically goes by HE/HIM pronouns, but it’s best to ask just in case (Y/N) has decided differently for the time being.” Yet, if the person happens to be aware and is just being an asshole by purposely misgendering and misidentifying (Y/N), then expect Jack to get aggressive, He won’t hesitate to become physical, getting a tight grip upon their arms and roughly slamming them up against the wall, glaring intensely. “If you don’t quit your shit, I will make sure that as long as you’re amongst the ranks of Overwatch, I WILL make your life an absolute hell. Therefore, consider this your only warning to respect (Y/N)’s identity and pronouns.”

[dreams-and-honor]

B-Word

ship: the reveries of my mind (adri x akingreaux), (pl: adri and mallory [oc]) source: original content word count: 947

uhhh UHHHHHHH

you know >_>;

Also introducing an old oc of mine, Mal. She's super goth, and a trans woman who changed her name to Mallory Practice because she's a badass that does burlesque and thought her stage name would be cool to have legally. Her gimmick is sexy nurse. I love her to pieces.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess

"I'm gonna go take a smoke break, actually maybe watch the counter for me?"

Adri's head abruptly lifted from the surface of the checkout counter, unflatteringly disoriented.

"Wha? Oh shit, yeah okay, Mal."

Mallory regarded him behind raven-colored bangs, her ever-crimson lips pursing into a line.

Then she huffed.

"Not that it matters, your boyfriend has been chatting up the clientele the whole time you were dreaming about him."

The comment was brazen, and Adri's face went red.

"D-don't say that word, Mal!" he hiss-whispered.

He could FEEL Mallory's eyebrow raise despite being unable to see it.

"Say what? Boyfriend? That's like, what he is, right?"

Silence.

"Stop denying the boyfriend allegations. Doesn't he like, live with you? I told you how fucked that is, right? Because that's kinda fucked. You met him like what, a few weeks ago? A month tops?" Mallory's tone wasn't judgmental so much as blunt.

Technically, and he would never tell Mallory this, Akingraeux had moved in only a couple DAYS after they had met. Per their… Arrangement. But he couldn't exactly say, 'Hey, he's an old god that's starved for faith and I'm stupid and gay, so I said I'd give it to him.'

"Well he's… It wasn't in a gay way, he just needed a place to stay. He was… Inbetween homes? A-And he works from home, so how is he supposed to do his job if he's homeless!" Adri realized he had descended into frantic rambling, which was never a good look in Mal's eyes.

"Right," was all she said and this time, there WAS a tint of judgment to her words. Then she sighed, pulling out a box of menthols and shaking one out. "Well, if slash when he turns out to be a jackass, I'll totes drag him out of there by his hair if I need to. Though he kinda looks like the type of guy that'd like that."

"MAL!"

"ADRI!"

Adri's pout incited a Mallory smirk before she made her grand exit towards the back of the gallery. He made sure the clicking of her heels was out of hearing range before he came from behind the counter and made his way to the front of the shop.

Aki was there, his arms folded over his chest as the bell over the door rang, signifying that someone had just left.

"Stop scaring off the customers," Adri commented, crossing his own arms and craning his neck to look up at Aki as he stood beside him.

"I'm NOT! It's so hurtful that you would say that, have you considered people might actually want to come talk to me?" Aki mock-pouted, contrastingly wrapping an arm around Adri's shoulders and giving him a little shake as he was wont to do.

Adri couldn't help but crack a small smile, his cheeks heating up.

"Was that Kylar, then?"

"Del, actually. Birthday shopping and all that jazz."

Adri blinked.

"Oh shit, is Kylar's birthday coming up or something?"

Nodding, Aki screwed his mouth to the side thoughtfully.

"Yeah, wondering if we should get him something and/or what."

Adri mimicked the expression, finding himself leaning into Aki's side. He was always so warm. And he smelled nice. And-

"Uhhh, we could cut out the semantics and let him have first pick next market? No charge, obvs," he managed to keep himself from sounding flustered, though his face had reddened marginally.

"COOL, SO GLAD I ASKED YOU TO DO YOUR JOB, YOU'RE THE BEST, ADRI!" came Mal's voice from the back of the shop.

At the sudden scolding, Adri winced but smiled all the same.

"She's not being cruel, that's just her brand of affection. Buuut I'm sure you're acquainted enough to know that by now."

"Oh yeah, totally. You introduced me to your friends, biiig step. We'll be wed in no time," Aki squinted with an instigative grin, and Adri knew that he could feel the way his heart thumped wildly at the comment.

"N- Y- I-"

"Shhhh, don't talk. You're just so sexy when you speak eloquently to me," Aki mercilessly continued his onslaught of teasing.

"S-Stop it! You're so mean to me!" Adri ultimately pouted, ducking out from under his arm and standing with his back facing Aki.

Aki laughed, returning his arms to their position over his chest.

"Don't say that so loud, Mal might drag me out of here by my hair."

"She said she thinks you'd be into that."

"Oh, I am."

Checkmate, Adri's face burned again.

"I'm gonna goooo back to the gallery, I think some of the prints need restocked," he half-muttered.

"You want me to stay out of your way?" Aki inquired with a tilt of his head.

Silence.

"Ohhh, you want my company. How veeeerrry scandalous, being on the clock and all."

"D-Do whatever you want!" Adri whirled around now, biting his lower lip in embarrassment.

"Hah! What I want," Aki approached, his torturous advances continuing as he tilted Adri's head up, "is to spend a little quality time while you do what you love."

Adri hadn't expected something so romantic, his wide eyes blinking. He was unaware of how those eyelashes fluttering affected Aki, whose smirk widened further only slightly.

"O-Okay… Thanks," was all he could bring himself to say, turning his head to the side, as was the only way he could escape eye contact.

Aki let out another 'hah!', releasing Adri's chin to ruffle his hair.

"Of course," he replied, passing Adri as he began to make his way to the gallery. He paused, turning his head around enough that Adri could make out a pleased squint through a gap in his hair. "That's what boyfriends are for, right?"

[littleroaes]

OMGGVV tmi but i felt so discouraged last night, of my writing of math of i don’t even know…. Short said, i needed a juyeon emotional support fic lol ( even when I usually don’t read when it’s stressful ) and the tags seemed right up my alley! And that i was excited for this series.

This had me swinging my arms up in the air! It’s literally perfect! 10/10 I could sleep happily last night because of this lol

Moments to save ( there’s so many help ):

"Also, why are you calling me that?" "Calling you what?" his smile only grows and you huff. "Pretty girl." "Because you are a pretty girl."

Fitfhofoyfyitidutdtifyiciitgk

"No, I'm—" You catch yourself in the sentence when he leans forward onto the tips of his toes, ready to stop you. "You know what, fuck you. I know that was a dirty little trick and I'm not gonna fall for it just so you can swoop in and say something like oh nooo, don't say that about yourself! You're so pretty! And then you'll tuck my hair behind my ear and you'll try to kiss me and then—" You stop yourself again. Juyeon's smile is almost scary at this point, stretching all the way across his face as if this had been his plan all along and you walked right into it. "And then….?" He teases. "..fuck you and your frat, stripper boy. God, you guys are such try-hards."

Gotta love yn ( or me?? you yeah you get it )

Stripper boy is such a great nickname and plsss

"Who was that?" Sunwoo slings an arm over Juyeon's shoulder, both men watching you walk away with the flier held tightly in your hand. Juyeon smiles. "Just someone I know." "Didn't look like she was too happy to see you." Sunwoo snickers and drops his arm down to stand straight. Juyeon turns to the younger man, the smile he had when standing with you now gone and replaced with a permanent scowl. "Who even asked you, Sunwoo?"

Ultimate guilty pleasure: sunwoo being the silly little brother

The younger raises his hands in defense. "I'm just saying! It looked like she hated you. Oooh, maybe you're finally gonna get that enemies-to-lovers arc that Eric is always— WHOA, HEY-" Sunwoo nearly trips over himself trying to get away from Juyeon as the older frat brother swings his arm out in his direction. "Don't hurt this pretty face! How else is the soccer team gonna get their funds?" A hand in the shape of a finger gun finds its way under Sunwoo's chin, and the star soccer player smirks. "I think they'll manage," Juyeon swings his arm out again, wincing when Sunwoo lets out an ear- piercing squeal.

This interaction is so good I can’t

It's like you're seeing him everywhere. Every class you go to, it's like he's always there handing out fliers or chatting with his friends. And, unfortunately, every time you see him, he sees you too. He animatedly waves at you, calling your name or running over to you. Every time, you somehow end up with another flier to add to your collection.

Pls this is so cute why can’t I imagine him running up to you like this

Your lips twist into a deep frown when he approaches you, his eyebrows knit together and his lips pursed at the sight of you. His mouth opens to say something, and you hold your hand up to stop him. "Save it, stripper boy. I don't want your fucking spiel right now." His shoulders slump a little. "I was just going to ask if you wanted an umbrella." He holds one out, the last one on his arm. "You have to be freezing right now, and you're absolutely soaked." Your hand wraps around the umbrella, your eyes still narrowed with suspicion. "Thanks..." he smiles and backs up

Noooooooo😭😭😭😭

"Are you okay?" You look up at him, sniff, and shrug. "I mean, my home is currently flooding which leaves me homeless for at least a few days. It's piss-pouring rain out here, I'm in my pajamas with all my clothing inside the flooded building, and now here you are probably trying to get me to buy from your stupid fundraiser thing." You take a deep breath, finally looking him in the eye. "So no, I don't think I'm okay, Juyeon. Thanks for asking."

I love yn lol

"So no, I don't think I'm okay, Juyeon. Thanks for asking." He's quiet for a moment, and then a small smile breaks onto his face. "I think that's the first time you've called me Juyeon." You bite your tongue and turn to walk away from him. "Wait. fuck Y/N it was a joke.

Ygitctudyrxutcutcutcttucutc

"Do you have anywhere that you go?" You shake your head. "Nah, none of my friends have space for another person in their apartment or dorm." "You could stay with me." He says it so fast, so suddenly, that you thought you misheard him at first. "Excuse me?" Juyeon clears his throat, his cheeks and ears flushing and you can't tell if it's from the cold or embarrassment. "I— I mean you — I'm just—" he stumbles over his words and you smile. "Is the Lee Juyeon embarrassed right now? In front of little ol' me, nonetheless?" "I'm not embarrassed," he snaps, pressing the back of one of his hands to his neck in a poor attempt to cool himself down. "I'm just—I—" "Juyeon," your hand comes up to his arm and he flinches. You let your arm drop down to your side. "Are you trying to ask me to stay with you while the building is being repaired?"

This whole section I-

You're smiling at him, and it's like that tiny action brings back all of his previous confidence. He's smirking again, leaning down under the tiny umbrella he gave you. It's your turn to blush now, but your eyes don't leave his. "Because," your voice nearly betrays you. "That would be a little...odd...wouldn't it? A girl living with, what, ten men? People would talk." He hums. "But they would also find it odd if I just...left you to live in your car for god knows how long, wouldn't they?" His hand is on your waist, and the breath in your lungs hitches. "That's true..." you hum and pull away from him. "I don't have any clothes, though. I'd need to find some before doing anything." Juyeon clicks his tongue and leans back, a thoughtful look taking over the previous..you don't even know what to call what you were doing. Was he flirting with you? Were you flirting with him?

Marking this entire fic its so good h jfxutxufxutxtug

"We can grab some from the store tomorrow? And for now, you can borrow some of my stuff—I mean, if you're comfortable with that." He stumbles over his words again, and you can't help but laugh. "Kevin's clothes might fit you better but— you're laughing. Why are— why are you laughing at me." "You're just—" You break into another fit of giggles, covering your mouth with your hand to try and muffle the noise. "God, you're so dumb." "How am I dumb?" Juyeon pouts at you, and you know he just wants you to be comfortable.

Falling for juyeon all over again because of this ( like I wasn’t down bad before )

"Never mind," you wave him off, "let's just get going. I'm tired and wet." Juyeon raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes. "Not like that, stripper boy?" "I know," he grins at you and tugs you by the sleeve to get you to start walking. "I just wanted to mess with you a little bit." "Seems like that's all you do." You roll your eyes.

AHHHHHHHHH

The bed. The one bed in the room.

Never gets old

"Where— where should I set up a spot to sleep?" You wring your hands behind your back. "What?" Juyeon stares at you dumbly, his eyes blank and jaw dropped slightly. If you look closely, you swear you can see a puddle of drool on the floor in front of him. Unintentionally, you snort and immediately slap a hand over your mouth. "I just—I mean this is your room, stripper boy."

JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY

"Where should I set up camp for the next three days?" "You are not sleeping on the floor." Juyeon shakes his head and pushes off the edge of his bed. "Then where am I gonna sleep?" "The bed?" He says it as if it's obvious. "The fuck? You really thought I was gonna make you sleep on the floor?"

Camp I can’t?!?!?? Like it’s the trenches or something

Juyeon too I -

"Stripper boy, I am not sleeping in your bed." You click your tongue. "Yes, you are, pretty girl." He takes a step toward you. "I'm not gonna let you sleep on the floor! First of all, you're a guest. Second of all, I'm a gentleman. Third of all, I'm-" he cuts himself short again and you raise an eyebrow. "Well, then I'll sleep on the couch downstairs. That'll solve it." You move to the door, but he grabs your upper arm and pulls you toward him. "Dude, you have got to stop grabbing me like that. It's kind of annoying." "Sorry?" He exhales and lets go of your arm, brushing his hand across the skin he grabbed as if to soothe it. It sends sparks of heat through your arm, and you fight back a shiver. "I just— what if we share my bed?"

About to die

You stare at him for a moment. Then another. And then another. And then Juyeon is wincing and stepping away from you. "I was just — that was stupid. I'm sorry."

Juyeon cringing at himself is so real😔

"Stripper boy, if you thought I was gonna kick you out of your bed, then you have a whole new thing coming." He rolls his eyes. "We can just...I dunno. Put pillows between us?"

Yn carrying this with one finger I love her

He knows it when all he thought about was you. You and your pretty face. You who calls him stripper boy, who hasn't hesitated to shoot him down every chance you get. You who he's pretty damn sure is into him in the same way he's into you.

OMBGFJTUFG

There's a boy— a man, really— standing at the counter when you and Juyeon walk into the kitchen in the morning. The man is holding a ceramic Garfield mug that you assume is filled with coffee, and he's got his phone in his free hand. You give him a short wave, and he nods back at you.

Pffft

"Y/N, this is Sangyeon. He's the Tau Beta Zeta president. Sangyeon, this is Y/N. She's gonna be staying with us for the next couple of days." Sangyeon squints at you

Can’t believe sangyeon is the president of “Tau Beta Zeta” and if I asked him I don’t he would do either

"And you guys are...what? Friends? Lovers? Fuck buddies?" You scoff and Juyeon whips his head around, nearly spilling coffee onto his hand. "None of the above," you wave your hand and almost miss the flash of emotion in Juyeon's eyes. "Just someone who needed a hand, and strip- Juyeon happened to be there."

The mug he slides over to you is shaped like a ladybug, and you can't help the laugh that escapes you at the sight of his mug. Normal, compared to yours. Just plain white with text that says 'Stupid people shouldn't breed!. "What's so funny?" "Just the...interesting arrangement of mugs you all have here." You smile at Juyeon, but he just scoffs. Sangyeon excuses himself and pats Juyeon on the shoulder before making his exit up the stairs. "I'll have you know that I picked these all out." He defends, but you can see the embarrassment in the flush of his cheeks, the dark color spreading to the tips of his ears.

This section is so funny I can’t

"You got a problem with them?" "No, no," you smile into your mug and take a sip. It's bitter, and a bit watered down, but you're grateful for the caffeine boost. "It's cute, really. You made some great choices, stripper boy." "That sounded sarcastic," Juyeon pouts at you and you shake your head. "It wasn't!" You reassure him, leaning your torso onto the counter. Juyeon stands near you now, on the shorter edge of the counter and he scoffs.

Juyeon has never as relatable as he is in this fic lol

"Juyooo," your voice is sing-song in tone and Juyeon fights every instinct inside of him that screams to pin you to the counter and fuck you senseless. "Are you mad at me?" "Of course I am," he rolls his eyes and tilts his chin up when you come to stand in front of him. "Why?" You frown, but the corners of your lips fight to turn up. "You made fun of me!" "Yeah, but it was all in good fun!" You protest. "I think your choice of mugs was cute!" "No you don't," he scoffs and crosses his arms. "You think they're stupid." "No," you shake your head. "I think they're adorable." "Bullshit," Juyeon says. "You think they're stupid." "I do not." You groan. "You do!" "Do not!" "Do too!" "Do no-"

He’s so sulky I absolutely adore him

Apparently, to your complete dismay, this snaps Juyeon back into reality and he pulls away from you. He pulls away quickly, almost stumbling back and into some of the bar stools. You're standing there, almost in a daze, and both of you just stare at each other for a moment. He doesn't say anything, and neither do you, and Juyeon can tell that you're regretting what the two of you just did. And it hurts. It really hurts when you open your mouth, going to speak and nothing comes out.

Nooo juyeon you little loser!!!!

"Juyeon, wait—" You reach for him, but he just shakes his head. "It's fine, pretty girl." He reassures you, but his voice breaks and betrays him. "No hard feelings. Let's just forget it happened." "I don't want to forget that!"

Oh~ how I love it and I hate it at the same time😔🥹

"What if he hates me, Chanhee?" "Trust me, Y/N," Chanhee exhales heavily, "that man does not hate you." "But how do you know that?" You ask. "If he told you that, he could be lying to you!" "Girl," Chanhee throws his phone down onto your mattress and sits up straight. "If a man hates you, he is not going to jack off at 3 in the goddamn morning — with his frat brothers in the other room that connects to his bathroom, mind you— to the thought of you. Trust me. He doesn't hate you." "You don't— I'm sorry, what?"

Never get tired of bestie Chanhee

Though why did you say that bro?!?!

"Oops..." "What do you mean he— Chanhee, what are you talking about?" Chanhee is already rising from your bed, grabbing his laptop, and sliding his shoes on. "I think it's time for me to get out of here," he tells you with a tight smile on his face. He comes toward you though, holding the flier in his hand. "But, I really think you should call this number. Could really help you both, I think."

Fleeing the scene chanhee 😭😭

"Is this—" Juyeon's voice cracks a little bit, and he turns to face you but he doesn't look you in the eye. "Is this everything?" "Yeah," you nod, "yeah it is. Needed to get rid of some stuff after the building flooded, you know?" You laugh, but he doesn't and you're quick to shut your mouth. Say something, dammit. Anything. Your mind is screaming, whether at you or Juyeon you aren't entirely sure. "Juyeon, can we ta—" "I should get started then," he cuts you off and you grimace. "Got a couple of appointments today, so I can't linger for long." "Right.." your voice trails off. "Yeah, I'll get out of your way then." Plan A is a bust, then

Juyeon you little

Talk to yn 😭

"Hi," he gives you a tight smile. "I just— I brought out the last bag so I guess— I guess I should go, huh?" Don't, you want to tell him, don't leave yet. "Yeah, I guess so." You stand up and clear your throat. "Here, what's your Venmo? I can send you some money." Juyeon shakes his head. "I already told you that you don't have to pay me." "Yeah, you did," you agree. "But I'd feel bad if I let you leave empty-handed." "I'm not leaving emptyhanded, though!" He argues. "I have your junk! Which, surprisingly, all fit into the trunk of my car." "Go you," you cheer halfheartedly.

The cheer😭

"That's not gonna stop me from paying you." "Pretty girl," he warns. "I'm not gonna let you pay me." "Then I'll get Chanhee to tell me your Venmo." You grin and Juyeon rolls his eyes. "You're not gonna let this go, will you?" "Nope," you let the sound of the p pop when you say it and Juyeon lets out a dry laugh. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that right?" "That's the plan." you look at him, and this time he's looking right back at you. The awkward air has cleared, and it almost feels normal. Like it was prior to the kiss. God, please let Plan B work.

USHXH IT SHI JJVFG IM NOT READY

"Are you gonna tell me what your account is, or am I gonna have to find some other way to pay you?" There's a spark of something in Juyeon's eyes, and his eyebrows knit together. Please get it, please get it, please get it. C'mon Juyeon, don't be dense. "Some other way?"

Please this is so funny

Get it juyeon I know you can do it!!!!!

"Mhm!" You bob your head. "Like you said, there are other ways to pay you, aren't there?" He's right in front of you now, and you swear you see him start to reach for you before he's forcing his hands back down to his sides. "You're not—" he inhales and squeezes his eyes shut. "Please tell me I'm not misinterpreting this." "Depends on what you think I'm saying." You smirk, and Juyeon starts to lean down, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips. "What I think you're offering," he speaks slowly and you can feel his breath on your lips. "Is not exactly...appropriate, pretty girl."

Yes get it juyeon chi gdyhdghjv

He just keeps smiling. "What, stripper boy." Follow "You know what all this means, right?" You shrug. "That I have to go to all your parties now or you're gonna hunt me down?" He laughs and you smile a bit. "That, and I get to call you my girlfriend." "I never agreed to that." You deny, turning on your side and facing him fully. "Sure you did! It was at the very bottom of the flier I gave you."

This little??!?!?

I completely died when I read this ckdyfrighj

"Yeah, it was!" He sits up, reaching for the second flier he gave you that had been placed on your bedside table. "See? Right there at the bottom in tiny font that I knew you wouldn't pay attention to!" You squint at the words he's pointing at and let out a scoff. "Seriously, stripper boy? If your name is Y/N L/N and you redeem this offer, you are legally obligated to become Lee Juyeon's boyfriend, whether you like it or not. Xoxo." You push the paper back into his hands. "When did you even put this on there? We hardly knew each other when you gave me this flier."

BREATHE he’s so-

"You're my girlfriend now." Follow "Cute, but that doesn't answer my question, stripper boy." He digs his fingers into your side, pulling you closer to him, and grins. "Does it matter?" "I mean...I guess not?" "Exactly." "Does this mean that when we break up, I get half of all your assets?" He glares at you playfully. "Fuck, no." "Damn.." you sigh and lay down with your head on his chest. "I guess I'll have to put up with you for life then, huh?" "Mhm." He cards his hands through your hair, gently combing through the knots. "You excited to spend the next 75 years with me, girlfriend?" "Not at all, boyfriend." "Yes, you are." "..Try-hard."

AHHHHHH pretty girl x stripper boy

That’s my new otp I don’t care!

TRY HARD

SUMMARY: Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

GENRE: smut, crack, fluff, minimal angst

PAIRING: Lee Juyeon x afab!reader (ft. sangyeon, sunwoo, and chanhee)

WC: 8.7k (oops)

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: name calling (reader calls Juyeon stripper boy, baby, and pretty boy. Juyeon calls reader pretty girl), swearing, mentions of college parties, Y/N roasts Juyeon like a lot, Juyeon stops a door with his foot, one bed trope (for like two seconds), sunwoo slander (learning from Fawn <3) Juyeon is not god's strongest soldier, masturbation (m and kinda f), p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, restraints are used, dom!reader kinda, bratty!Juyo kinda, really poor attempts at humor, i think there's more but that covers the big stuff

A/N: This was NOT supposed to be almost 9k. It was supposed to be 3k at MOST but i will not lie i will prolly end up doing this again for most of the fics I'm putting out for this collab oops. Anywayyyyy let's kick off the collab with arguably my funniest fic.

The first time you meet Lee Juyeon, you’re dressed in sleep shorts and the biggest sweatshirt in your closet. He’s standing at your door, and for a moment you can’t help but be confused by the fact that yes, there is a hot man in a white tank top and cargo pants leaning against your doorframe. And yes, he is, in fact, there for you and not the girls living down the hall from you. 

And, to be fair, it wasn’t your fault that you thought he was a stripper. Really, it wasn’t. It’s not every day that you see a guy with a body to die for and the face of an angel. 

“Are you some sort of stripper?” For a moment, the two of you are quiet. There’s a look of pure astonishment on his face that eventually turns into him fighting back a grin. 

“Do you want me to be?” His tongue brushes over his lower lip while he scans you up and down and you scoff. 

“No. The girls you’re probably looking for are down the hall, the last door on the right.” You begin to shut the door. “Have fun.” 

“Wait!” His foot catches in the door before you can slam it shut and you hear him swear loudly. “Shit, that did not feel good.” 

“Are you fucking stupid?” You swing the door open again, scowling at him. “Why would you try to catch this heavy ass door with your foot?” 

“I thought it would look cool!” He winces, one hand gripping your door frame and the other cradling his aching foot. “Like in the movies!”

“I don’t know if you know this…” you trail off, squinting at him and realizing you have no idea who this man is. “Stripper boy,—”

“Juyeon,” you can practically hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. You hum.

“Stripper boy,” you bob your head. “That’s what I’m gonna call you.”

“Please don’t—”

“Anyway,” you interrupt again. “I don’t know if you know this, but romance movies are fictional. Of course, it’s not gonna look like the prop door and they’re gonna catch it like it’s nothing. This, however,” you hit your fist against your door, “is solid metal. Not gonna feel good when you catch this shit, dumbass.”

“Whatever,” Juyeon rolls his eyes and straightens his body out. “I was just making my rounds across campus, wanted to see if you’d be interested in supporting your local fraternity.”

You raise an eyebrow, reaching your hand out to take the flier from his hand. 

College Hunks Hauling Junk!

Need to get rid of some junk? Well, these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited-time offer)

Scan HERE to book your appointment!

“College hunks hauling junk,” you can’t help but laugh at the name and take the flier from Juyeon’s hands. He grins at you. “People are actually paying you guys to haul their shit away?” 

He shrugs. “It’s free, technically. You’re allowed to donate, but we’re really just doing it for free. You know, help out fellow students and spread the word.” 

“You sure it wouldn’t be easier to just do some stripping if you can’t pay the rent?” You ask. “Also, what do you mean spread the word?” 

“I’m glad you asked.” Juyeon points a finger at the bottom of the flier, completely disregarding the first part of your sentence. Fuck, his hands are big.

This ad also doubles as your invitation to Tau Beta Zeta’s parties for the rest of the semester. Cash this in at any time and get into ANY parties for free! (Code word will be given at the time of flier being cashed in) (Girls get in for free, Guys $5 @ the door)

“We’re having a little competition with the sorority down the road from us,” Juyeon explains. “Whoever has more people by the end of the semester gets to host the end-of-the-year party and the other frat or sorority has to buy food and drinks.” 

You stare at the paper for a second, pondering your options. Then you smile, look up at the man that you are still pretty damn sure is a stripper, and hand back the flier. 

“I’m good, thanks.”

The door shuts, and you turn to go back to bed. The sound of paper sliding across the ground stops you, and you can see in the faint light that streams under your door that Juyeon slipped the flier into your room. 

Fucking try hard.

The second time you see Lee Juyeon, he’s handing out fliers again. Only he isn’t walking around random apartment buildings with a weird seductive look that you honestly don’t doubt was working. This time, he’s in a hoodie and jeans and walking around the center of campus with people that you can only assume are his frat brothers. 

At first, you almost don’t recognize him, but then his eyes meet yours, and you can see the corners wrinkle when he smiles. Again, you’re confused. Is he smiling at you? 

Your head whips around, trying to find someone around you that he might be looking at, and when you turn around again, Juyeon is approaching you.

“Have you thought about it, pretty girl?” He asked and you stared at him dumbly for a moment. Did he just call you pretty girl? 

“Thought about what?” He holds up that flier again, placing it in your hands similarly to the other night. “Oh.”

“Did you think I was kidding?” He leans down slightly, keeping eye contact. Your free hand places itself on his chest— which you hadn’t realized before was very solid— and pushes him back. He barely moves. In fact, you are the one who gets pushed back. 

“Listen, stripper boy—”

“Juyeon—” 

“Stripper boy,” you mimic the exasperated tone he uses with you. “If I wanted an invitation to a stereotypical frat party with a bunch of drunk 20-somethings and cheap beer and bad pizza and try-hard men like yourself, I would’ve gone by now.” You fold up the flier, smoothing out the edges before holding it out to him. He doesn’t take it, and you can see the gears turning in his brain. 

“So what you’re saying,” he starts to smile and steps toward you again.”

“Stripper boy,” you warn.

“…is that there’s a chance?”

“Absolutely not, there is not a chance in hell that I’m gonna call some college hunks to haul junk out of my college apartment that I can barely afford to live in let alone pay you to take things out of.” Juyeon shrugs.

“Like I said, payment is optional and can come in…” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, “many different forms, pretty girl.”

“That’s gross, stripper boy.” You scrunch up your nose and he laughs. “Also, why are you calling me that?”

“Calling you what?” his smile only grows and you huff. 

“Pretty girl.”

“Because you are a pretty girl.” 

“No, I’m—” You catch yourself in the sentence when he leans forward onto the tips of his toes, ready to stop you. “You know what, fuck you. I know that was a dirty little trick and I’m not gonna fall for it just so you can swoop in and say something like oh nooo, don’t say that about yourself! You’re so pretty! And then you’ll tuck my hair behind my ear and you’ll try to kiss me and then—” You stop yourself again. Juyeon’s smile is almost scary at this point, stretching all the way across his face as if this had been his plan all along and you walked right into it. 

“And then…?” He teases. 

“…fuck you and your frat, stripper boy. God, you guys are such try-hards.”

You hold onto the flier this time, whether too embarrassed to give it back or genuine curiosity, you aren’t sure. You do know that you can’t stop the pounding in your chest, or the heat rising in your cheeks. 

“Who was that?” Sunwoo slings an arm over Juyeon’s shoulder, both men watching you walk away with the flier held tightly in your hand. Juyeon smiles. 

“Just someone I know.” 

“Didn’t look like she was too happy to see you.” Sunwoo snickers and drops his arm down to stand straight. Juyeon turns to the younger man, the smile he had when standing with you now gone and replaced with a permanent scowl. 

“Who even asked you, Sunwoo?”

The younger raises his hands in defense. “I’m just saying! It looked like she hated you. Oooh, maybe you’re finally gonna get that enemies-to-lovers arc that Eric is always— WHOA, HEY—” Sunwoo nearly trips over himself trying to get away from Juyeon as the older frat brother swings his arm out in his direction. “Don’t hurt this pretty face! How else is the soccer team gonna get their funds?” A hand in the shape of a finger gun finds its way under Sunwoo’s chin, and the star soccer player smirks. 

“I think they’ll manage,” Juyeon swings his arm out again, wincing when Sunwoo lets out an ear-piercing squeal. 

It’s like you’re seeing him everywhere. Every class you go to, it’s like he’s always there handing out fliers or chatting with his friends. And, unfortunately, every time you see him, he sees you too. He animatedly waves at you, calling your name or running over to you. Every time, you somehow end up with another flier to add to your collection.

For weeks you’ve been seeing him in places that you swear you’d never seen him in before. You swear that he’s not in your environmental course. You swear that he’s not in your sociology course. He just has to be following you. 

That, or you just have shitty luck with Lee Juyeon.

It must be bad luck, you think as you watch the fire department evacuate your flooded building. It must be, you tell yourself as you stand there in the pouring rain in pajama shorts and a sweater, sans an umbrella. There’s nothing else it could be.

Your eyes narrow at the sight of Juyeon standing near a group of girls with those damned fliers in one hand and some umbrellas around the wrist of the other. Your hands tighten around your arms, body shaking from the cold of the rain. Your lips twist into a deep frown when he approaches you, his eyebrows knit together and his lips pursed at the sight of you. His mouth opens to say something, and you hold your hand up to stop him. 

“Save it, stripper boy. I don’t want your fucking spiel right now.” His shoulders slump a little.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted an umbrella.” He holds one out, the last one on his arm. “You have to be freezing right now, and you’re absolutely soaked.” Your hand wraps around the umbrella, your eyes still narrowed with suspicion.

“Thanks…” he smiles and backs up to give you space to open it. You would never admit to his face that he was right. That you were freezing your ass off in this godforsaken weather. 

“Are you okay?” You look up at him, sniff, and shrug.

“I mean, my home is currently flooding which leaves me homeless for at least a few days. It’s piss-pouring rain out here, I’m in my pajamas with all my clothing inside the flooded building, and now here you are probably trying to get me to buy from your stupid fundraiser thing.” You take a deep breath, finally looking him in the eye. “So no, I don’t think I’m okay, Juyeon. Thanks for asking.” He’s quiet for a moment, and then a small smile breaks onto his face.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve called me Juyeon.” You bite your tongue and turn to walk away from him. “Wait, fuck, Y/N it was a joke. I’m sorry.” He grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. You can see a little bit of panic in his gaze. 

“Yeah, well it was a shitty joke.” You scoff. 

“I know, poor taste, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” He pulls his hand from your arm, and you almost feel bad. It’s quiet between you two, and you think that this is the first time it’s ever been completely silent. Well, save for the chatter of other tenants and incoming sirens and the yells of officers. 

“This fucking sucks,” you grumble, and Juyeon huffs out a laugh.

“Do you have anywhere that you go?” 

You shake your head. “Nah, none of my friends have space for another person in their apartment or dorm.” 

“You could stay with me.” He says it so fast, so suddenly, that you thought you misheard him at first. 

“Excuse me?” Juyeon clears his throat, his cheeks and ears flushing and you can’t tell if it’s from the cold or embarrassment. 

“I— I mean you— I’m just—” he stumbles over his words and you smile. 

“Is the Lee Juyeon embarrassed right now? In front of little ol’ me, nonetheless?” 

“I’m not embarrassed,” he snaps, pressing the back of one of his hands to his neck in a poor attempt to cool himself down. “I’m just— I—”

“Juyeon,” your hand comes up to his arm and he flinches. You let your arm drop down to your side. “Are you trying to ask me to stay with you while the building is being repaired?” 

You’re smiling at him, and it’s like that tiny action brings back all of his previous confidence. He’s smirking again, leaning down under the tiny umbrella he gave you. It’s your turn to blush now, but your eyes don’t leave his.

“Because,” your voice nearly betrays you. “That would be a little…odd…wouldn’t it? A girl living with, what, ten men? People would talk.” He hums.

“But they would also find it odd if I just…left you to live in your car for god knows how long, wouldn’t they?” His hand is on your waist, and the breath in your lungs hitches. 

“That’s true…” you hum and pull away from him. “I don’t have any clothes, though. I’d need to find some before doing anything.” Juyeon clicks his tongue and leans back, a thoughtful look taking over the previous…you don’t even know what to call what you were doing. Was he flirting with you? Were you flirting with him?

“That’s true,” he nods his head. “We can grab some from the store tomorrow? And for now, you can borrow some of my stuff— I mean, if you’re comfortable with that.” He stumbles over his words again, and you can’t help but laugh. “Kevin’s clothes might fit you better but— you’re laughing. Why are— why are you laughing at me.”

“You’re just—” You break into another fit of giggles, covering your mouth with your hand to try and muffle the noise. “God, you’re so dumb.”

“How am I dumb?” Juyeon pouts at you, and you know he just wants you to be comfortable. 

“Never mind,” you wave him off, “let’s just get going. I’m tired and wet.” Juyeon raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes. “Not like that, stripper boy.” 

“I know,” he grins at you and tugs you by the sleeve to get you to start walking. “I just wanted to mess with you a little bit.”

“Seems like that’s all you do.” You roll your eyes. “And please tell me you drove here. I am not walking to the house in shorts and slippers.” Juyeon clicks his tongue. 

“As if I would walk anywhere in this weather.” He reaches into his pocket and you hear the click of a button, and then the lights of a car in front of you light up. He jogs forward, grabbing the handle of the passenger side door for you with a bright smile on his face. “After you, m’lady.”

“What a gentleman,” you shut the umbrella and duck into the vehicle. 

“Only for you, pretty girl.” He winks at you and shuts the door.

Juyeon is quiet when you exit his bathroom. Your hair is wrapped in a towel, your body swamped in Juyeon’s clothes. He’s lying flat on his back on his mattress, his legs dangling off the edge and his fingers drumming on his stomach. Your feet shuffle against the ground, the fabric of his sweatpants covering your feet entirely and dragging behind you. His t-shirt is almost like a dress on you, hanging down to your thighs and the sleeves baggy along your arms where it would be formfitting on him. 

“Where should I put these?” Juyeon lifts his head, and you hear a sharp inhale. He’s staring at you, and the gaze is heavy with something you can’t place. 

“You—” his voice cracks and he sits up fully, resting his elbows on his knees. “You can just toss them in the basket next to you. I’ll— I’ll wash it tomorrow.” You hum, doing as he says and tossing your clothing into the basket. 

His room is…weirdly clean. At least, it’s cleaner than you expected it to be for a frat boy. There’s a bit of laundry scattered across the room, sure, but you don’t feel gross just standing there. The floor is clean, the bed is made. 

The bed.

The one bed in the room. 

“Where— where should I set up a spot to sleep?” You wring your hands behind your back.

“What?” Juyeon stares at you dumbly, his eyes blank and jaw dropped slightly. If you look closely, you swear you can see a puddle of drool on the floor in front of him. Unintentionally, you snort and immediately slap a hand over your mouth. 

“I just— I mean this is your room, stripper boy.” You shrug, trying to keep the air as light as possible. “Where should I set up camp for the next three days?”

“You are not sleeping on the floor.” Juyeon shakes his head and pushes off the edge of his bed.

“Then where am I gonna sleep?” 

“The bed?” He says it as if it’s obvious. “The fuck? You really thought I was gonna make you sleep on the floor?” 

“Stripper boy, I am not sleeping in your bed.” You click your tongue.

“Yes, you are, pretty girl.” He takes a step toward you. “I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor! First of all, you’re a guest. Second of all, I’m a gentleman. Third of all, I’m—” he cuts himself short again and you raise an eyebrow.

“Well, then I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs. That’ll solve it.” You move to the door, but he grabs your upper arm and pulls you toward him. “Dude, you have got to stop grabbing me like that. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Sorry.” He exhales and lets go of your arm, brushing his hand across the skin he grabbed as if to soothe it. It sends sparks of heat through your arm, and you fight back a shiver. “I just— what if we share my bed?” 

You stare at him for a moment.

Then another.

And then another.

And then Juyeon is wincing and stepping away from you. 

“I was just— that was stupid. I’m sorry.”

“I mean…” you purse your lips. “If it solves the problem, then sure.” 

“Wait seriously?” His eyes bug out of his head and you laugh. “You’re comfortable with that?” 

“Stripper boy, if you thought I was gonna kick you out of your bed, then you have a whole new thing coming.” He rolls his eyes. “We can just…I dunno. Put pillows between us?” 

“Yeah, that works. That works just fine.” He sighs heavily. Just fine. He’s gonna be just fine these next few days.

Juyeon realizes very quickly that it will not, in fact, be fine. He realizes this when he wakes up in the middle of the night, the pillows between the two of you thrown to the edge of the bed and your body wrapped around his like a vice. One of your legs is hooked around his, the other strewn across his hip to lock him down. You have one arm tucked under his, holding his shoulder while your free arm has slipped around his waist, under his shirt so your fingers are splayed across his abdomen. Your head is seemingly strategically placed on his chest, and he can feel every breath you release. He can feel every pulse of your heartbeat against his leg—

Wait.

…

Oh, this arrangement is not going to be good for his heart. 

He tries desperately to shift away from you, to gently pry you off of him, anything to get the pounding in his chest to go away. Anything to stop the blood from rushing to his dick like some goddamn virgin. It’s a normal thing. It’s not something to get fucking hard over, Lee Juyeon. Pull yourself together.

It feels like ages before he’s able to pull himself free, nearly falling out of his bed to get away from you. He freezes in place when he hears you shift, a quiet moan leaving you when your sleeping self finds the spot Juyeon once lay frozen is now empty. His heart is pounding, his feet padding quickly against the floor to get to his bathroom. He’s quick to shut the door, cringing at the squeak of the hinges. Gotta get those fixed, he notes. For future reference, of course.

He’s hard in his sweats, his dick straining against the fabric, and his body feels like it’s on fire. Juyeon leans against the counter, tapping his foot anxiously while he stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, and his pupils are blown out. He grips the marble counter, squeezing his eyes shut and praying to god that he softens soon because he cannot and will not jerk off to you. Not when you’re right there, one thin wall over. 

Thinking that was a mistake. His dick twitches in his pants at the thought of you waking up and finding him in the bathroom, cock in hand, and frantically trying to rub one out. 

Oh, he’s so fucked, he squeezes his eyes shut as he shoves his sweatpants down just enough to be able to grab himself. Just enough for him to spring free and let the cold air wash over him. 

Juyeon is completely, royally fucked, and he knows it as he spits on his hand. He knows it when he wraps his hand around his cock. Juyeon knows it when his body shudders from the first pump of his hand, the brush of his thumb across his tip. He knows it when he fights the whine trying to erupt from his throat. 

He knows it when he cums in his hand, ropes of white covering his palm when he places his hand over his tip to minimize the mess. He knows it when all he thought about was you. You and your pretty face. You who calls him stripper boy, who hasn't hesitated to shoot him down every chance you get. You who he’s pretty damn sure is into him in the same way he’s into you.

It’s hard for Juyeon to get back in his bed and lie down next to you knowing that just a few minutes ago he came in his hand to the thought of you. It’s even harder for him to fall back to sleep when you wrap yourself around him again, relaxing against his body and releasing a contented sigh. He tries so, so hard to relax with you, to steady his pounding heart. 

God, he’s so fucked.

"When did you get here?” There’s a boy— a man, really— standing at the counter when you and Juyeon walk into the kitchen in the morning. The man is holding a ceramic Garfield mug that you assume is filled with coffee, and he’s got his phone in his free hand. You give him a short wave, and he nods back at you. 

Juyeon had been odd the whole morning. Or, at least, the two hours you had been awake and the one hour since he’d woken up and immediately rolled to his feet to get away from you. Something about morning wood. Since then, he’d been keeping a healthy distance from you, flinching away from your touch and giving short responses to your questions and statements. It makes you nervous. Were you intruding? Did he regret asking you to stay? 

“Last night,” Juyeon answers for you, leading you to the bar counter and pulling out a chair for you to sit in. “Y/N, this is Sangyeon. He’s the Tau Beta Zeta president. Sangyeon, this is Y/N. She’s gonna be staying with us for the next couple of days.” 

Sangyeon squints at you, gnawing at his lip in thought. 

“And you guys are…what? Friends? Lovers? Fuck buddies?” You scoff and Juyeon whips his head around, nearly spilling coffee onto his hand. 

“None of the above,” you wave your hand and almost miss the flash of emotion in Juyeon’s eyes. “Just someone who needed a hand, and strip- Juyeon happened to be there.” Sangyeon turns to Juyeon with an inquisitive look on his face. Juyeon shakes his head and turns back to you with two mugs in his hand. 

“I didn’t know how you take your coffee so I just threw some cream and a bit of sugar in there.” The mug he slides over to you is shaped like a ladybug, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at the sight of his mug. Normal, compared to yours. Just plain white with text that says ‘Stupid people shouldn’t breed!’. “What’s so funny?”

“Just the…interesting arrangement of mugs you all have here.” You smile at Juyeon, but he just scoffs. Sangyeon excuses himself and pats Juyeon on the shoulder before making his exit up the stairs.

“I’ll have you know that I picked these all out.” He defends, but you can see the embarrassment in the flush of his cheeks, the dark color spreading to the tips of his ears. “You got a problem with them?”

“No, no,” you smile into your mug and take a sip. It’s bitter, and a bit watered down, but you’re grateful for the caffeine boost. “It’s cute, really. You made some great choices, stripper boy.” 

“That sounded sarcastic,” Juyeon pouts at you and you shake your head.

“It wasn’t!” You reassure him, leaning your torso onto the counter. Juyeon stands near you now, on the shorter edge of the counter and he scoffs. 

“Sure it wasn’t. Because you’re the most supportive person in the world of my decisions.” He turns away from you, staring at the magnetic words on the refrigerator instead of at you and you rise from your seat to stand by his side. 

“Juyooo,” your voice is sing-song in tone and Juyeon fights every instinct inside of him that screams to pin you to the counter and fuck you senseless. “Are you mad at me?” 

“Of course I am,” he rolls his eyes and tilts his chin up when you come to stand in front of him. 

“Why?” You frown, but the corners of your lips fight to turn up.

“You made fun of me!” 

“Yeah, but it was all in good fun!” You protest. “I think your choice of mugs was cute!”

“No you don’t,” he scoffs and crosses his arms. “You think they’re stupid.” 

“No,” you shake your head. “I think they’re adorable.”

“Bullshit,” Juyeon says. “You think they’re stupid.”

“I do not.” You groan. 

“You do!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Do no—” 

Juyeon’s lips are on yours, and you let out a startled gasp, your hand flying up and finding purchase on his chest. 

You try to push him off, you really do! You think about it, you tell your body to push him off, and then somehow you end up pulling him closer, allowing your eyes to slip closed. Isn’t it so weird how that happens?

Your hand is holding his shirt tightly, keeping him close to you while your lips mesh in a sloppy kiss. His lips are rough against yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip and then his tongue slips out and soothes the bites. The repeated actions have your legs trembling, your breathing becoming shaky, and your hand that isn’t in his shirt rises to the back of his neck to tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly closer to you.

His hands are all over you. They run up and down your waist, brushing under the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you, pushing into your back to keep you close to him. They run under your shirt, grazing the underside of your shirt, and he smiles when he feels you exhale shakily against him. 

You hesitantly, and ever so slowly, push your tongue out, letting it run across his lower lip and you’re a bit too pleased when he opens up for you immediately. He lets you push your tongue into his mouth, lets you explore, and is ever so patient with your hesitance. 

Gently, oh so gently, he sucks on your tongue while you try to pull it back into your mouth and you release the tiniest, almost inaudible whine. 

Apparently, to your complete dismay, this snaps Juyeon back into reality and he pulls away from you. He pulls away quickly, almost stumbling back and into some of the bar stools. You’re standing there, almost in a daze, and both of you just stare at each other for a moment. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you, and Juyeon can tell that you’re regretting what the two of you just did. 

And it hurts. It really hurts when you open your mouth, going to speak and nothing comes out. He smiles sadly. 

“I should find a way to get to the store. You’re gonna need some clothes for the next few days.”

“Juyeon, wait—” You reach for him, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s fine, pretty girl.” He reassures you, but his voice breaks and betrays him. “No hard feelings. Let’s just forget it happened.”

“I don’t want to forget that!” You protest, but Juyeon just shakes his head.

“Like I said, pretty girl,” He grabs his mug and smiles at you. There’s no emotion behind it, at least not one that you want to recognize. “We gotta get you some clothes for the next three days.”

It’s infuriating how quickly he seems to move on. Three days pass by, and not once has he even hinted about talking about what happened. It was almost like he’d forgotten about it entirely.

Which, to your dismay, was exactly what he wanted you to do. It wasn’t as if you regretted the kiss, at least not in the way he thought. The regret that you knew you had let slip was from pulling away in the first place. You had only meant to come up for air, knowing that you would likely drown in him had you given yourself the chance. Now, due to your own stupid mistakes, the tables have turned for you. 

He’d been avoiding you since you moved back into your apartment two days ago. He’d avoided you in the classes you were now all too aware that you shared. It stung that he no longer sought you out, no longer yelled your name from across the room, and drew unwanted attention to you. He no longer pressured you to call the number on that damn flier that sat untouched on your desk.

“You could always just, I dunno,” Chanhee is lying on your bed, scrolling on his phone while you rant about his frat brother. “Call the number? I’m pretty sure it’s his number anyway.” 

“Wait seriously?” You spin around in your desk chair, turning away from the project you two are supposed to be working on together. 

“Yeah, it just happened to be really convenient that the last four digits of his phone number spelled junk. What do you think of this?” He flips his phone around to show you a coat. A black trench coat, nothing too fancy about it. 

“Eh. You have plenty of those, don’t you?”

“True.” He nods and lays back down.

“Should I really call him?” You lean your head back on your chair, lacing your fingers together on your lap. “What if he hates me, Chanhee?”

“Trust me, Y/N,” Chanhee exhales heavily, “that man does not hate you.”

“But how do you know that?” You ask. “If he told you that, he could be lying to you!”

“Girl,” Chanhee throws his phone down onto your mattress and sits up straight. “If a man hates you, he is not going to jack off at 3 in the goddamn morning— with his frat brothers in the other room that connects to his bathroom, mind you— to the thought of you. Trust me. He doesn’t hate you.”

“You don’t— I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes are bugging out of your head and Chanhee grimaces in a way that tells you that he was not supposed to tell you that. 

“Oops…” 

“What do you mean he— Chanhee, what are you talking about?” Chanhee is already rising from your bed, grabbing his laptop, and sliding his shoes on.

“I think it’s time for me to get out of here,” he tells you with a tight smile on his face. He comes toward you though, holding the flier in his hand. “But, I really think you should call this number. Could really help you both, I think.” 

When the door shuts behind your classmate, you sit in silence for a moment. A few moments, really, just holding the first flier that Juyeon ever gave you in your hand. There’s a little bit of water damage from the flooding, but the number in the middle of the page is still there. It’s almost ironic that Juyeon’s phone number is the only part of the advertisement that isn’t ruined, like something was telling you that you needed to call Juyeon. 

Your phone rings once, then twice, and you hear the line click on the other side.

“Thank you for calling College Hunks, what junk can we haul for you today?”

It takes Juyeon a little over an hour to get to your apartment. By that point, you’d gathered anything that you didn’t want into trash bags and set them in your living room. Each bag is organized to an extent. Things to be recycled, to be donated, or just thrown away. Most of the items that needed to be thrown away were damaged when your apartment building flooded, each damaged beyond repair. Almost like fate, isn’t it?

There’s a knock on your door. One, two, three. Your hands are shaking a bit when you grab the door handle. One, two, th—

You practically rip the door open before Juyeon can finish knocking. He’s standing there, wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. The outfit he’s wearing is the same as the day he first showed up at your door. White tank top, cargo pants, and some worn-out sneakers. For once, his hair isn’t styled. He’s parted it down the middle, a little bit of gel used to keep it from falling into his face too much. 

“Hi,” you breathe out. It’s like Juyeon is stuck in a trance, his hand still frozen mid-knock and his mouth opening and closing like a damn fish. “You— do you want to come in?” Juyeon blinks. 

“Uh…yeah, yeah sure.” You step to the side, allowing him to walk into your apartment. It’s awkward, to say the least. When you shut your door, the click makes both of you flinch and suddenly you’ve forgotten everything that you wanted to say to him. 

“Is this—” Juyeon’s voice cracks a little bit, and he turns to face you but he doesn’t look you in the eye. “Is this everything?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “yeah it is. Needed to get rid of some stuff after the building flooded, you know?” You laugh, but he doesn’t and you’re quick to shut your mouth. Say something, dammit. Anything. Your mind is screaming, whether at you or Juyeon you aren’t entirely sure. “Juyeon, can we ta—” 

“I should get started then,” he cuts you off and you grimace. “Got a couple of appointments today, so I can’t linger for long.”

“Right…” your voice trails off. “Yeah, I’ll get out of your way then.”

Plan A is a bust, then. 

Juyeon moves quickly. You don’t know if it’s work ethic or if he wants to get away from you as fast as possible, but it stings. You don’t say anything to each other the whole time, not that you staying in your bedroom the whole time did anything to help the situation. You can hear him moving around, carrying bag after bag down to his car, but not once does he come to talk to you. Not even about the junk he’s carrying out. 

Your forehead is against your desk, your eyes shut tightly as you try to block out the noise, knowing that he’ll be carrying out the last bag soon. The sound of your feet tapping on the ground is almost enough to drown out Juyeon, but not quite enough to drown out the knocking at your bedroom door. 

Your head snaps up, and you spin around to face Juyeon. 

“Hi,” he gives you a tight smile. “I just— I brought out the last bag so I guess— I guess I should go, huh?” 

Don’t, you want to tell him, don’t leave yet.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You stand up and clear your throat. “Here, what’s your Venmo? I can send you some money.”

Juyeon shakes his head. “I already told you that you don’t have to pay me.” 

“Yeah, you did,” you agree. “But I’d feel bad if I let you leave empty-handed.” 

“I’m not leaving emptyhanded, though!” He argues. “I have your junk! Which, surprisingly, all fit into the trunk of my car.”

“Go you,” you cheer halfheartedly. “That’s not gonna stop me from paying you.”

“Pretty girl,” he warns. “I’m not gonna let you pay me.”

“Then I’ll get Chanhee to tell me your Venmo.” You grin and Juyeon rolls his eyes. 

“You’re not gonna let this go, will you?”

“Nope,” you let the sound of the p pop when you say it and Juyeon lets out a dry laugh.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that right?” 

“That’s the plan.” you look at him, and this time he’s looking right back at you. The awkward air has cleared, and it almost feels normal. Like it was prior to the kiss. God, please let Plan B work. “Are you gonna tell me what your account is, or am I gonna have to find some other way to pay you?” 

There’s a spark of something in Juyeon’s eyes, and his eyebrows knit together. Please get it, please get it, please get it. C’mon Juyeon, don’t be dense.

“Some other way?” He echoes, and you mentally cheer when he steps toward you. 

“Mhm!” You bob your head. “Like you said, there are other ways to pay you, aren’t there?” 

He’s right in front of you now, and you swear you see him start to reach for you before he’s forcing his hands back down to his sides. 

“You’re not—” he inhales and squeezes his eyes shut. “Please tell me I’m not misinterpreting this.” 

“Depends on what you think I’m saying.” You smirk, and Juyeon starts to lean down, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips. 

“What I think you’re offering,” he speaks slowly and you can feel his breath on your lips. “Is not exactly…appropriate, pretty girl.”

“And I think you’re right.” You’re practically whispering, every movement from your mouth causes your lips to brush against his and you’re so close to caving and just yanking him down to crush his lips against yours. 

Thankfully, Juyeon moves fast and he’s grabbing you by the waist to yank you to him and your hands are in his hair by the time his lips are on your. 

This kiss is heavier than the first. It’s messier and sloppier and his tongue is in your mouth, pushing at yours and licking at every nook and cranny that he can reach. You walk him backward to your bed. You don’t separate your mouths, not when you push him down onto your mattress, not when you sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little crescents indented into his skin. 

Juyeon groans at the stinging feeling, sliding his hands under your shirt and gently pushing it up. He does it slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you get impatient and shove him back until he’s lying down. His hands are still on your waist, and he’s watching with a hazy gaze as you lift your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere across the room. 

“Shit, pretty girl,” he breathes out and tries to slide his hands up to your chest. You’re smirking when you slap his hands away. 

“No touching yet,” you tell him and he groans in response. 

“You can’t just do this and not let me touch you!” He whines. “It’s not fair!” 

“You should’ve thought about that before you ignored me for a week,” you retort and he falls silent. “It’s fine, though. I’ll just get you back with this.” Your hands reach behind your back and you swiftly unclip your bra and throw that in the direction you’d thrown your shirt in. Juyeon’s hands lurch up to touch you again but you’re faster, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to his sides with a click of your tongue.

“Y/N please,” Juyeon begs, his breath hitching in his throat when you leave him completely, and he can only watch as you unbutton your jeans and tug the rest of your clothing off. He’s practically drooling as he sits up, watching you undress for him. He watches you walk to your dresser, digging through your drawers for a moment before returning with a long piece of silk. “Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking joking.” 

You laugh at his reaction and toss the silk onto the mattress behind him. 

“Why would I be joking, Juyeon?” You stand between his legs, and you grin when he doesn’t even try to touch you this time. You can see the tent in his cargo pants and let your hands trace up and down his thighs. “Take off your shirt for me?” 

There’s a dangerous look in your eye, one that Juyeon can’t find himself wanting to disobey and he’s lifting his shirt over his head without a second thought. Your eyes widen ever so slightly and Juyeon can’t help but smirk. He knows he’s attractive, knows that his body catches people’s attention and he’s proud of that. 

With you, however, there’s something different about how you look at him. Something primal, like a predator looking at her prey and he shifts in his spot. 

“Pants too.” He nods and rises to his feet again, tensing when you raise your hands. “What are you stopping for? Get moving, don’t you have other appointments to get to?” Your hands are tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the way he flinches at your touch. You continue to trace his body as he bends down to lower his pants and boxers to the ground. Your hands raise to the backs of his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and let them slip down to his pecs when he stands straight again. 

You almost let yourself falter when you see his cock for the first time. It’s big, bigger than any you’ve taken in the past, and you can’t help but imagine what he’d looked like when he was thinking of you. Did he look as messy as he does now, eyes practically crazed, his breathing labored as he fisted himself? Did he watch himself in the mirror, imagining it was your hand instead of his own? 

“So pretty, baby.” You breathe out, letting your hand drop down to wrap around his cock. He sucks in a breath, letting it out when he whines at the feeling of you running your hand up and down, squeezing at the base, and rubbing your thumb along the tip. “So pretty.” 

You push him back again, releasing him from your grasp and following him as he slides up your bed. You take the silk in your hand, gesturing for him to put his hands above his head, tying the silk tightly around his wrists so he can’t get loose. Juyeon lets out another broken whine when you straddle him, running your fingers over your core and gathering the wetness on your fingers. You allow yourself to moan quietly, gauging Juyeon’s reaction to you touching yourself. He’s staring with his mouth hanging open, his cock twitching against his abdomen as he watches you sink two fingers into your core. He whines when your body shudders against him, when you curl your fingers up into you. 

“Is this what you think about, Juyeon?” You try your best to keep your voice steady when you speak. “Do you think about this when you touch yourself? When you lock yourself in the bathroom, jacking off to the thought of me like some little virgin?” He doesn’t respond, too lost in the sight of you riding your own hand. 

He doesn’t see you reach your free hand up, gasping when he feels you squeeze your fingers around his throat. Not too tightly, but enough to get his attention back on you. 

“I asked you a question, baby.” You pull your fingers out of your dripping pussy, gazing at the arousal covering your hand and humming in thought. “I guess I should give a reason to not answer, shouldn’t I?”

“Please,” Juyeon whispers out, and you smile when you raise your fingers to his mouth. 

“Go on then,” you tell him, “suck.” 

His head lurches forward, taking your fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. He runs his tongue along your fingers, and you inhale sharply, your eyelids drooping when he tries to open his eyes, trying to watch and gauge your reaction. 

“Cleanin’ me up good, hm?” You pull your fingers from his mouth and Juyeon takes this time to catch his breath, to gather himself. You don’t give him long though, no more than a few moments before you’re grabbing his cock in your dainty hand and lining it up with your pussy. 

“Fuck,” Juyeon throws his head back, his hands curling into fists, and groaning as you sink down on him. Your walls are squeezing so tightly around him, and he knows it has to be a stretch for you but you act as if it was nothing for you, as if he didn’t hit that sweet spot inside of you just by you sinking down on him. You let your eyes drift shut, fighting back the urge to start riding him until he has nothing left to give you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, knowing that he’s close just from your warm walls squeezing around him. “Fuck, pretty girl, please.”

“Please what, baby?” You coo, the hand on his throat squeezing gently. He whines and you grin. “Use those words, pretty boy. You can do it.”

“Let me fuck you,” he gasps out and you let out a yelp when he thrusts his hips up and sends you falling over his body. 

Your breasts are in his face now, and he doesn’t give you the chance to do anything before he’s bringing his arms down and trapping you against him as best he can. He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into you at a pace that you couldn’t keep up with if you tried. He reaches his head up, his teeth latching onto one of your nipples and practically forcing you to follow him as he brings his head back down. Juyeon sucks at your breast, pinning your chest against his face with his arms that he’s brought to rest between your shoulder blades. Every one of his thrusts sends you up his body, but he does his damn best to keep you in place, sucking and licking and biting at both of your tits, groaning every time your cunt clenches around him. 

You feel like you can’t breathe, the air being punched out of you in broken moans and pitched whines. Juyeon is in about the same state as you, the noises he’s letting out are louder than yours, more frequent, and it brings a fresh wave of arousal washing over you. 

“Are you close, pretty boy?” You gasp out. “Gonna— gonna cum for me?” 

“Fuck, yes,” He throws his head back, his hips stuttering against yours. You bring one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing furious circles into it, letting your walls flutter around him and drawing both of you closer to your orgasms. 

When you cum, it has you seeing stars. Your orgasm has you crying out his name, has you clenching around him so tightly that he’s finishing not long after you. You sink your body back, rolling your hips gently over his and placing a firm kiss on his lips. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, swallowing the sounds he makes as he pumps white hot cum into your core. It’s less of a kiss this time, though, and more teeth gnashing together and biting at each other’s lips. 

His hips slow down after a minute or two, and you let your body relax against his, reaching up to untie the silk around his wrists. 

“Fucking finally,” he groans and lets his hands roam your sweaty body. “Thought I was gonna die if you kept me tied up any longer.” You laugh, letting your head drop to his chest. 

“That’s what you get for making me wait.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes at you. “And you called me a try-hard.”

“Because you are, Juyeon.” You roll off of him, staring at your ceiling while you lay next to him on your mattress.

“Whatever you say, pretty girl,” he rolls his head to look at you with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Why are you smiling like that?” Your eyebrows knit together. He just keeps smiling. “What, stripper boy.”

“You know what all this means, right?” You shrug.

“That I have to go to all your parties now or you’re gonna hunt me down?” He laughs and you smile a bit.

“That, and I get to call you my girlfriend.”

“I never agreed to that.” You deny, turning on your side and facing him fully. 

“Sure you did! It was at the very bottom of the flier I gave you.” He tells you.

“No, it wasn’t.” You frown.

“Yeah, it was!” He sits up, reaching for the second flier he gave you that had been placed on your bedside table. “See? Right there at the bottom in tiny font that I knew you wouldn’t pay attention to!” You squint at the words he’s pointing at and let out a scoff.

“Seriously, stripper boy? If your name is Y/N L/N and you redeem this offer, you are legally obligated to become Lee Juyeon’s boyfriend, whether you like it or not. Xoxo.” You push the paper back into his hands. "When did you even put this on there? We hardly knew each other when you gave me this flier."

“I told you!” He beams and lays back down. “You’re my girlfriend now.”

"Cute, but that doesn't answer my question, stripper boy." He digs his fingers into your side, pulling you closer to him, and grins.

"Does it matter?"

"I mean...I guess not?"

"Exactly."

“Does this mean that when we break up, I get half of all your assets?” He glares at you playfully.

“Fuck, no.”

“Damn…” you sigh and lay down with your head on his chest. “I guess I’ll have to put up with you for life then, huh?”

“Mhm.” He cards his hands through your hair, gently combing through the knots. “You excited to spend the next 75 years with me, girlfriend?”

“Not at all, boyfriend.”

“Yes, you are.”

“…Try-hard.”

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[pantoneyoongi]

the sun & the stars | 05 | kth

title ; the sun & the star pairing ; taehyung x you

word count ; 5.7k

masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

description ; 

taehyung’s known you almost his whole life - his sister’s best friend, the girl who invades his home and his life on the daily. you’re the one who gave his sister the nickname ‘sky’ to begin with - and also the one who relented when he whined about it at age five and said okay, you can be the stars, then.  it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention.  sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else. 

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

notes ; 

i cannot believe i still didn't manage to finish this out woops but here is part five, pls enjoy :) the next part will probably be just a short epilogue !

tags ; college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff, mentions of absent parents and financial instability, insecurity, brief mentions of infidelity, sun is a words of affirmation girlie, yoongi cameo!!

you don’t make it a habit to think about seokjin. but sometimes he sneaks in, slips past your defenses, and he floods you. 

the moment he first smiled at you, you knew it was game over. seokjin had you wrapped around his finger and you were too willing to let him play you like a puppet on strings. 

you suppose a dog on a leash would be a more accurate metaphor. you’d convinced yourself you’d follow him to the ends of the world and back, just to see that smile. you wanted a white picket fence home badly enough to settle for being the family pet. 

seokjin made you laugh, effortlessly. he never once looked at you the way others whispered about you, the beginnings of your reputation and the wildfire rumors that you didn’t care enough to put out. he treated you only as the way he saw you: defiant, childish, even a little bit shy. 

the truth is that if hoseok hadn’t told you what was happening between seokjin and sky, you never would’ve even noticed, so wrapped up in his pretty eyes and pretty smile and pretty words. 

you loved him. you did. 

you were just never going to choose him over sky, no matter how you loved him. 

whatever damage he left you with, you’ve refused to acknowledge. you admit to the hurt, but you don’t admit to its depth. how far it’s sunk into you, how the poison spreads to all the other wounds you have, slowly burning you to ash. 

because seokjin is a reminder that every possibility of the home you dream of is a lie. you don’t ever get to come home to someone. all those nights he fell asleep with you on the phone, the pseudo-concept of someone tucking you into bed, all of it was a mirage. 

you don’t get to have a family that’s there when you need them. you don’t get to have a family that hangs up holiday lights with you, or goes on vacations together, or helps you unpack at your freshman year college dorm. you know your parents work hard and try their best, but there’s no stepping around the fact that they weren’t there for you. they aren’t. they’re absent and you have no choice but to be grateful even if you feel resentful, too. you have to sit with the guilt of that resentment, knowing you don’t get to have what all the other kids around you have - you’re the outlier. you’re the one whose parents you can never find in the crowd. whose parents are never home. 

you used to think seokjin could sort of be like home. 

he wasn’t. turns out, what you knew all along was true: sky is your home. 

taehyung is your home. 

yet, even knowing this, they felt so far away. maybe it’s your fault, for watching too many shows and too many commercials about happy families with kids who get to live carefree childhoods. who don’t jump from one shift to another to class then back to work, who spend their afternoons in front of frozen yogurt counters, talking and laughing, instead of behind them, handing out change and cleaning up after they’ve gone. you’ve been working since before you were legally allowed to, paid under the counter just to stock up spare change. 

when you were younger, it was easier. kids don’t know any better. can’t tell the differences as easily. but the older you got, the more obvious it became. and the less you wanted anyone to notice. 

the jealousy doesn’t sit well with you. but it is there, and you never wanted sky and taehyung to know. you don’t think it’s fair. sky and taehyung are lucky to be so loved and protected, and you would never wish them any worse off kind of life, but the days add up and the nights pass and sometimes, when you were younger, you’d stare outside your window towards their house, and feel so, terribly, far away. 

envy is the monster living under your bed. loneliness is the one that sleeps next to you. 

.

.

.

it’s only been a couple days. but every time another sunset passes, taehyung feels himself grow more and more on edge, the anxiety gnawing away at him. 

he camps out by his window, trying to catch sight of you coming home from your shifts, but somehow you still manage to elude him. the fight lingers in his mind and it feels brutal, replays on a loop, taehyung’s own personal torture mechanism. 

sky can tell something’s shifted in taehyung’s mood. something larger than the fact that you still haven’t stopped by, with enough time passed that even their parents are asking about you. sky doesn’t push, though, only asks on occasion if he wants to join her whenever yoongi drops by to pick her up to visit hoseok. 

taehyung doesn’t join. the guilt is eating away at him, knowing that the reason you won’t come over now includes him and the careless things he said that night. 

you don’t pick up his calls. you don’t answer his texts. taehyung considers leaving a voicemail but knows it’d too quickly deteriorate and you don’t deserve taehyung’s messiness in your inbox. you continue to put up a front in the group chat instead, where it’s easy for you to not acknowledge him there, letting the conversation die or move on. 

you’ve never been angry with him before. maybe annoyed, but never angry. he can’t unsee the hurt in your expression, the shame and the utter anguish, the sense that you’re just… alone. taehyung made you feel alone. 

because he doesn’t understand you. you’re right. he has no idea what it’s like. everything he thought he was so clever for seeing and noticing about you - it was all surface level, the very peaks of the mountains you kept hidden behind the way that you chose to love your friends. 

taehyung buries his face in his hands. jimin had smacked him over the head and told him to apologize, but that would require being able to find you, and you’re not interested in being found. for someone who literally lives across the street, you do an excellent job dodging your neighbors. 

“look,” jimin had sighed when taehyung admitted what he’d said to his friend. “i know she doesn’t talk about the hard things with us, but none of us are stupid, right? it is hard on her, whether or not she says it. and she’s trying so hard to hide it, trying so hard to protect us, it feels wrong to not at least let her pretend we don’t know. to just let her have it. but that’s because that’s the kind of relationship i have with her. i don’t want to push her. but you, of all people -” jimin had cut off then, rubbing his head frustratedly. “just - go find her and apologize.”

taehyung sighs, staring out at your dark house across the street. every attempt he makes to find you is fruitless, and it looks like you have no intention of coming home to him. 

his heart aches in his chest, and he hates that he knows this feeling. 

he’s lost at sea, with no idea how to get home. 

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“fucking finally.” 

you back snaps straight at the sound, mouth open to greet whoever came through, but you slump back down into your godawful posture when you realize it’s just yoongi. you probably should’ve known it was him based on the drawl in his voice, but hey, you’re tired. sue you. 

“how can i help you,” you say dryly, flinching back when yoongi tries to flick at the ridiculous cap that comes part and parcel with your froyo uniform. he smirks when you throw him an unamused look. 

“you’ve been mia,” he says, placing his hands on the counter and leaning forward slightly. you give a charming, sarcastic smile and gesture around the store. 

“i’ve been busy.” 

yoongi matches your sardonic smile. “you’ve also been ignoring my texts.”

“don’t take it personal,” you smile sweetly. “or do, actually. since when were you a double texter anyway?” 

yoongi exhales loudly. “well i have this friend,” he starts off, and you roll your eyes, knowing he’s about to get dramatic. “and i’ve been trying to get ahold of her for weeks now, because someone else told me that she’s been an avoidant little shit lately, so me, being the good friend i am, have been trying to figure out what’s going on. you’d think that my friend would text me back at least once, but instead, even though out of the goodness of my heart, i used to go out of my way to drive her to and from school, she seems to have completely forgotten how generous i am and forced me to go on this wild goose hunt bullshit to track her down so we can have one conversation-” 

“give it a rest, yoongi,” you groan, lolling your head back. yoongi grins. 

“and now i’m here,” he finally finishes. “waiting for an explanation. why are you giving sky a hard time?” 

you narrow your eyes at him. “why do i always feel like you like sky better than me?” 

“because i do. why are you giving sky a hard time?” 

you suck your teeth in annoyance but yoongi persists, staring you down, one eyebrow raising expectantly. 

“i’m not giving her a hard time, yoongi.” 

yoongi stares at you. you stare back. he stares harder. 

you resist the urge to toss your cap at him. when you don’t relent, he exhales a long sigh, running one hand through his hair. “why are you being so stubborn?” 

something anxious curls in your stomach, but you ignore it. “i’m just busy, yoongi.” 

“can you stop giving me bullshit answers, y/n?” he snaps back, patience waning, and you lower your head. you’re no longer talking to regular yoongi. you’re talking to protective yoongi, the same one who drove you back and forth from school just so you could avoid sky when you were in high school. this version of yoongi is no longer taking your side, though. 

he softens a little at the sight of your ducked head, the way your fingers curl against the countertops. “look,” he says, gentler this time. “whatever’s happening, you can’t keep running from it every time. i let you hide when you were in high school because you needed the time to process the shit seokjin put you through. but we’re not kids anymore, sun, and sky and taehyung are your best friends. they worry about you. everyone worries about you, because they care about you, and they want you around. so get that through your thick skull, would you?” 

you look up at him a bit petulantly when you hear his last sentence, but he just gives you a half-smile, eyes kind in spite of the somewhat rough way he delivers his words. he leans forward again, waiting for your answer. you lower your eyes. 

when you still fail to respond to him, yoongi sighs quietly. “y/n,” he says, and you return your gaze to him, a little more vulnerable than before. “let your friends in, kid. they can handle it. just give them a chance to.”

he lets you mull over what he’s said, watching you turn the words over in your head. they feel so much like a foreign concept, but you know he’s right. you can’t keep running from your friends. you can’t keep locking them out of your head just because you’re scared. 

you need to break your own worst habits, and trust that your friends will be there to catch you. 

when you finally look back up at him, a little teary-eyed, he lets out a scoff, but there’s no malice behind it, just fondness. he taps the top of your cap, then drags a chair over to sit across you at the counter, propping his chin against his hand. 

“now tell me,” he prompts. “what’s been going on in the life of sun?” 

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despite yoongi’s intervention, you still haven’t stopped by sky and taehyung’s house. part of you is embarrassed, but another part of you simply isn’t ready. 

you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do, honestly. do you just show up, act like you haven’t been missing for like two weeks straight, or…? what does the handbook say about dodging your friends without explanation and then suddenly reappearing in their lives? 

you contemplate this as you sit in your driveway, staring at your dark house. it’s cold outside, but you don’t want to go in. your head feels too messy, too many things jumbled up that you can’t untangle. 

with a sigh, you heave yourself out of your car and lock it behind you, turning away from your house to walk down the street instead of through your front door. it’s dark, but the other houses on the street have their lights on, and combined with the street lamps, you can see well enough as you trudge down the sidewalk with your hands shoved into your pockets. 

you grew up on this street. the winding sidewalk is familiar to you, having talked off sky’s ears for a decade straight every morning and every afternoon on the way to and from the bus stop. you take pause only at the neighborhood park, smiling a little at the memory of a younger version of you and sky running around it, dangling from monkey bars and barreling down slides, screaming happily. 

you step onto the wood chips, running a hand over one of the spring riders. there’s two of them, a little dinosaur and a seahorse. sky always wondered who picked the creatures - “they don’t make any sense, sun,” - and you always countered that, “it’s not supposed to make sense, sky, it’s just supposed to be fun.”

you lean against the dinosaur, feeling it sway a little. you shift to slightly sit on it sideways, one hand on the handlebar but both feet still largely on the ground, so it takes most of your weight but doesn’t bounce forwards and back. 

when you were kids, the dinosaur was always yours, and the seahorse was sky’s. if you close your eyes and think for long enough, you can probably still hear sky laughing at your ridiculous explanation for why the dinosaur and the seahorse are best friends at the playground. 

you smile wryly. it makes you nostalgic. things were simpler back then. you don’t know when things started to get complicated. you don’t know when you learned to run away, instead of running straight to sky and taehyung. 

you suppose you just didn’t want to be the reason their lives were anything less than picture perfect. 

you feel like a stain in their lives. like someone filmed their movie and forgot to take you out of the scene, a misplaced prop left behind and memorialized in their reel. but maybe if you try hard enough, no one will notice that you were mistakenly left in view. maybe you’ll blend in enough and the audience will think it was intentional. 

you just don’t want to be the reason two adored and unconditionally loved kids, who have been shielded their whole lives, have to learn and understand what it means to be hurt. 

even if that means you have to bleed out alone. 

a scuffling noise has your head snapping in the direction of the sound, body tensing in preparation to either fight or (more likely) run for your life. but you relax at the sight of a familiar face, taehyung’s embarrassed expression as he rights himself, having just narrowly avoided letting his face meet the sidewalk when he tripped over… air, probably. 

you try to hide your amusement. you really do. 

but then it hits you that taehyung’s here, and it hits taehyung that you’re here, and now both of you are stiff again, staring at each other, unsure what to do or say. 

taehyung shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another. “i was just… on a walk,” he mumbles. 

you bite your lip. “...me too.” 

neither of you seem capable of looking at each other, instead staring at aimless spots further away, lingering in each other’s presence in silence. it’s painfully awkward, and you can’t stand how quiet it is, so with a shaky breath, you try, “why are you out so late?” 

taehyung’s eyes immediately fall to you, and you despise how easily your heart rate jolts up. taehyung always looks at you like you really are the sun. the center of his universe. 

he shrugs one shoulder, letting it rise and then fall. “just wanted some fresh air, i guess.” 

you eyes shift to the side as you think this over, brows drawing in. “...in the dead of winter?” 

he clears his throat. “well…” he trails off, then frowns. “why do you always question it when i’m out and about?” 

you stare at him. “because you’re always out and about at the weirdest times!” 

you watch him straighten a little, affronted. “you’re out too.” 

you sputter. this is ridiculous. you’re sitting on a dinosaur toy at a children’s playground arguing with taehyung about nonsense. you feel silly having this discussion while literally still perched on top of a wobbly spring rider so you clumsily slide off it, pushing back for leverage to stand up straight again. 

but taehyung takes this as you exiting the conversation, uninterested in even bickering with him about nothing. he panics. he’s not ready for you to leave. he just got here, just found a chance to talk to you again, and he’s wasting it squabbling over - over curfew, more or less. 

no. he can’t let you go like this. not without having the conversation he meant to have with you, the one you’ve been trying to avoid that he doesn’t want to avoid, no matter how hard it might get. 

but whatever eloquent bid for you to stay with him is exchanged in favor of the fear that’s been building in him for days, maybe even weeks. he blurts it out without thinking, “why are you always hiding from me?” 

it was supposed to come out frustrated but instead it came out desperate, begging to understand why you’re always running, why you won’t ever let all parts of you show, why there’s always one side hidden away, never once all of you standing in front of him. there’s always some part of you shadowed, like you don’t trust anyone enough to let them see all of you. 

he can’t read you. he’s realized he’s never been able to; you do so well putting up masks, like it comes naturally to you. maybe it does. maybe years of pretending like nothing’s wrong makes you feel like it could be possible, that everything is okay. 

but the longer he waits for your answer, the more the cracks begin to show. you can’t laugh this off, or distract him with something else. you weren’t trying to leave in the first place, but when he asks you so bluntly, you can only stand there, frozen in place. everything in you says to run, but your feet won’t move. your eyes shift away from him, and your jaw sets tight, like you’re trying not to cry. slowly, it dawns on him that maybe the front you spent years putting up is exactly what you need. for everything to be okay. 

he takes a cautious step closer. you don’t move away, but you do flinch a little, and it breaks his heart. he makes his way to you, slowly, carefully, and with every step, more and more of you reveals yourself to him. the slight tremble in your bottom lip, the tears that start to blur your vision, but they don’t fall, you just blink them away, out of habit. 

when he’s in front of you, you still don’t look up to meet his gaze. it’s like you’re paralyzed. 

gently, he places his hands on your arms, rubbing slow, soothing circles. he ducks down a little to look you in the eye, and finally your eyes flick to his. he hates how wounded you look. how completely helpless. 

your breaths are shaky, and your lips part to say something, but then you glance away from him again. he squeezes your arms a little, reassuring. “sun,” he murmurs, and when you look at him, everything falls apart. 

taehyung makes you feel a lot of things. things you’re not used to, things you don’t know if you could ever get used to. all the years growing up with him, he’s made you worry, he’s made you laugh, he’s made you feel shy. hell, he’s made your heart flutter a couple times, too. those are all still things you can handle, whisk away into a locked box in the corner of your mind. 

but he also makes you feel safe. he so easily takes away the weight on your shoulders, just by being near you, and that’s the part that you can’t stand. that’s the part you’re always running away from. 

because what if one day, the home you found in taehyung, isn’t there anymore, either? 

it’s so much easier to run away than it is to be left behind. 

he dismantles you, sheds off every layer of armor and distance you keep between you and the world. he does it quietly, delicately, with so much love. you can’t fight him. you don’t know how to. 

he lifts a hand to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, his touch soft and familiar. your eyes close from the soothing action, and when you open them again, taehyung has a small, yearning smile on his face. he’s still patiently waiting for you to let him in. 

your words come out as a whisper. if he wasn’t standing so close, you don’t think he would’ve heard them, “i’m sorry.” 

he shakes his head. “you don’t have to be sorry, sun.” just come back to me. 

the tears spill over silently, and he wipes them away with so much care, like you’re beloved. you stare up at him, wishing it wasn’t always so hard for you to just say what you’re thinking. but with every caress, the words feel less like sharp scrapes coming up your throat and more like deeply buried childhood kept secrets that can finally touch the air. 

“i only know how to be alone, taehyung,” you admit, and he nods, listening, eyes a bit sad as he brushes away your tears. “so it’s what i default to when i get scared. it’s what i know. so even when it hurts, it feels like protection. i’m used to it, so i just…” you trail off for a minute, and he uses the hand that’s not wiping your tears to thread through your hair, combing it back. the feel of his fingers through your hair is so comforting, a fresh set of tears rises up, but taehyung wipes those away, too. 

“i guess i just figured it was easier to cope with what i know, than the possibility of something that could be worse.” 

he hums, knuckles brushing against your skin. he’s so warm, and you lean into his touch. “what are you so afraid of, sun?” he asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut. before you can say it out loud, he promises, “i’m not going anywhere. not without you.” 

your eyes flash open to look at him. he means it; you know he does, you’ve always known this, but your insecurities and your fears have always trampled over the promise taehyung makes in every action he takes, every moment in which he chooses to stand by you, search for you, ask to be by your side, so long as you let him. but hearing him say it out loud feels different, and you let the words sink into you, slowly. 

taehyung watches it all happen, and before he can second guess himself, he tugs you to him, pulling you flush against his chest. you’re so surprised you squeak a little, and taehyung has to hide a smile that probably isn’t appropriate for the serious conversation you’re having right now. your ears flush a little so he knows you saw his smile anyway, but your hands still hesitantly wrap around his middle, glassy eyes peering up at him. 

his hand is warm on your back, and he tucks his head over yours, feeling you relax into his arms. you shift to rest your head against his shoulder, letting your eyes close. 

they say love isn’t really about butterflies in your stomach. it’s more about comfort, and steadiness, feeling safe with someone. 

you feel safe, here. 

you can feel the rumble in taehyung’s chest when he speaks, voice low and familiar. “sun,” he plays with the ends of your hair absently as he speaks. “there’s a lot that i don’t know. i admit to that. jimin says you keep me and sky and the rest of us from really knowing because… because, like always, you want to protect us. but,” he draws away slightly to look at you. “it goes both ways, sun. i’m your friend. we’re your friends. if you can’t lean on us, then what’s the point?” 

he brings one hand up to your cheek, cradling it. “i don’t want to be the kind of friend that’s only here when things are good.” 

i don’t want to be the kind of friend that’s only here when things are good.

taehyung shatters you. your lips part but all that leaves you is a gasp and the tears that have been silently trailing down your cheeks, brushed away so tenderly by taehyung, erupt into sobs, your hands clutching at him as taehyung murmurs comfort into your ears, holding you close to him. he lets you cry into his chest, rocks you back and forth soothingly, makes promises and reminds you of all the things you’ve been scared to ask of him - of anyone - to love you even when things aren’t good. to love you for all of you, and not just the brightest parts of you. to love you and to stay. 

you crumble like this, in his arms, because it finally feels safe to. 

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the walk back home is awkward. you’re still sniffling here and there, taehyung’s jacket tugged warm around you. but there’s no amount of layers to hide the embarrassment, of how loud and how long you just cried against him.

god, and he’s younger than you. get it together, y/n. 

but still, your heart feels steady. like someone’s cradling it, keeping it safe. you know that someone is taehyung, who’d held you so close, like you were precious, even if he was pretending like he wasn’t crying a little, too. 

(taehyung’s always been a bit of a crybaby.)

he drops you off at your front door, and you try to hide the reluctance in giving back his jacket. you also try to offer his scarf back, too, but he stops you, instead tugging it so it’s snug around your neck. “it’s yours now,” he says simply, but when he looks at you, you don’t think he’s just talking about the scarf. 

when he smiles, all remaining thoughts fly out the window. you love that smile; you’ve spent almost every day trying to put it on his face. but then his thoughts begin to show on his face, smile fading as he carefully forms the words he wants to say. 

your quiet, sincere taehyung, whose words have always been far and few between, because he wants every one of them to count. 

you probably should’ve expected the apology. but you don’t, already overwhelmed by the gentle way taehyung takes care of you, and your expression instantly changes in protest, but he places one hand against your cheek, immediately disintegrating anything you would’ve said into nothing. 

you guess if nothing else, he figured out what it takes to shut you up. 

“listen,” he persists. “just for a minute. please don’t tell me i don’t have to be sorry. i said a lot of things i shouldn’t have. not just that night, but especially that night. i panicked, and it’s not an excuse, and it doesn’t change the fact that i hurt you because i didn’t think about what it might mean, especially when it comes from someone like me, who’s never had to worry about even my tuition to pay. and i knew you were tired that night. i knew you didn’t want to talk, and i pushed you, because i needed it. and that’s not fair, sun.” 

his thumb brushes over your cheek, gaze steady on you. “it was careless. i was wrong. i’m sorry.” 

you stare up at him. he’s resolute, serious, and when he sees you give in, fold to him; when he feels you relax against his touch, he smiles gently. with a voice barely above a whisper, he murmurs, “can you try and trust me? with even just a little bit. whatever you need - whatever you want, sun. i want to be here for all of it.” 

you move from your spot so quickly it catches taehyung by surprise, his hand dropping away from your face. you feel him jump a bit when you wrap your arms around his waist, tilting your head back to look up at him. 

he blinks wide eyes back down at you, color rushing to his cheeks that you suspect has nothing to do with the cold. even though you’ve both been outside for awhile now, and you’ve had his jacket for the entire walk home, taehyung feels warm, the kind that seeps into you, and makes you feel warm, too. 

you don’t say anything. for once, you don’t think you have to. you study every inch of his familiar face, let yourself feel the race of his heart against yours. you let yourself sink into the feeling of not needing to run. not needing to protect yourself, or someone else. 

of just being here, safe and loved. by someone as kind as kim taehyung. 

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when you show up on sky’s doorstep for the first time in over two weeks since winter break started, you don’t barge in like nothing’s wrong. you stand there with an apology on the tip of your tongue, only to be tackled by sky instead, wrapped in a tight hug. 

despite your physical affections with taehyung, you and sky on the other hand don’t actually hug that much. neither of you tend to notice this fact, up until one of you is wrapped around the other. 

despite this, both of you relax immediately. the relief is palpable, that you’re standing here, at her home. with her, your home. 

when she pulls away, you both give each other small, meaningful smiles. you step into her house, kicking your shoes off, the both of you going to lay on her living room floor to stare up at the ceiling together. like old times. 

you don’t say anything, letting the house hum around you. the heater running, the fish tank filter, the rumble of the laundry. it’s calming, to just lay here next to sky, surrounded by idle noise. 

sky speaks up first. “sun,” she calls for you, softly. you don’t turn to her, and it’s not until she continues that you realize you’re holding your breath. “you know there’s no one i’ll ever choose over you, right?” 

you inhale slowly. on your exhale, you breathe out, “i know.” 

“you told me you would never choose anyone over me,” her voice grows impossibly quieter. you both know. you both remember. the aftermath of seokjin, the topics you never touch on. the sensitive things you try to skim over, so you don’t disturb the waters. “it was easy for me to believe you, because it was obvious to me. i always knew that, because you always made sure i knew.” she turns to you. “i should’ve done the same. i should’ve made sure you always knew.” 

you can’t look at her. you don’t want to cry, not again. even when sky is trying to tell you that it’s okay to lower your walls, to show her the parts of your life that aren’t shiny and pretty, your habits stick to you. even after all of taehyung’s efforts. 

but you know what she’s trying to say. you feel it in the way the comfort starts to settle into you, a sense of belonging. 

“i promise, sun,” she whispers. “i will never choose anyone over you. and i’m sorry. i’m sorry i never asked about the things that were hurting you. i didn’t want to hurt you more by asking you about them, and instead i let you deal with it all on your own. and that was wrong. and before you tell me it’s not my fault, it is. you spend every day making every effort to be there for me. to protect me. i can say that because it’s obvious not only to me, but to a literal entire college campus, sun. it was obvious to everyone in high school, and it’s obvious to everyone in college, now, too. every year that you’ve stood by me, i felt it. that you’re my best friend, and i’m - i’m lucky that it’s you who moved in across the street, and not someone else. that it’s me you chose to stand by.”

the tears are welling up in your eyes now, the words you didn’t realize you’ve been waiting so long to hear. you thought it was enough to just know. but you hadn’t felt any of it, not until she said it out loud. 

“sun,” her hand grabs yours, and you squeeze back. “i promise. no matter how good or how bad. however far you’re willing to go for me, i would do for you, too. to the ends of the earth and back.” 

when you cry, sky cries with you. you must look like a couple idiots, just sobbing on her living room floor together, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter because sky is your best friend. it doesn’t matter because you would do anything for sky. it doesn’t matter because sky would do anything for you. 

it doesn’t matter. 

you’re home. 

masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

[insomniacaesthetic]

Hello! Would you be able to write Severus with an autistic reader?

YES! I’m so glad somebody asked me for this.

Disclaimer: although I am not formally diagnosed, my therapist and I both believe I am somewhere on the spectrum so I hope I can do this prompt justice. But it will mostly be based on my experience. Feel free to tag me in or reblog with your own headcanons with this prompt too pls.

Headcanons of Severus Snape with an autistic partner.

Gender neutral

Enjoy this gif of Snape stimming

Severus would do really well with an autistic partner. Especially since I headcanon that he’s neurodivergent as well.

He loves to hear you talk about your special interest. Whatever it may be, he’ll listen to you discuss it for hours. He’ll even do his own research so he can bring it up with you.

Feeling overstimulated? He’ll wrap you up in his cloak and hold you. His cloak has the most soothing texture that calms you instantly. Severus also naturally smells good without the use overwhelming colognes or fragrances so his hugs are always welcome.

If you take medication, he’d be the one to remind you especially if you had the tendency to forget. He’d do this with water and food. Not in a controlling or overbearing way. He just wants to make sure you’re okay.

Severus is no stranger to fidgeting or stimming so there’s no need to worry about him asking you “what are you doing?” In fact, he quite enjoys when you mess with the buttons on his frock coat.

You got a safety food? Best believe he’s stocking up on that. Perfect for those times you show up in the great hall and there’s nothing there that makes you want to eat. Or those days when the executive dysfunction is high and you can’t see yourself leaving bed for a meal.

If you had small little preferences or had a strict routine in place, he would be sure to memorize these. Prefer a small spoon or smooth fork? Can only drink out of particular cups? He’ll be sure to have those ready for you. If something was apart of your morning routine, he’d help make sure nothing threw it off. If he was buying you clothes, he’d make sure it was a fabric you liked and would cut out any tags if there was any. Considering I HC his love language as acts of service, I think he’d quite enjoy doing these things for you.

“Is this okay?” “is that too loud?” He’d ask in most situations. Knowing that sometimes it’s hard to voice those opinions. If you both were somewhere and someone was making unneeded noise he’d immediately ask them to quiet it down.

If your social battery dies or you can feel a meltdown coming, it only takes one look and Severus will be there at your side to get you out of a situation and help you feel safe.

If you aren’t a fan of physical touch, that’s fine. He’s happy to be there for when you need him.

He would always be very specific about what he meant when speaking so there’s no confusion or misinterpretation of his words/feelings. Expect reassurance from him too that he understood what you were trying to convey and there’s no need to repeat or reword it.

No need to force eye contact, he would tell you it’s not necessary if you’re not comfortable with it.

In terms of less wizarding world stuff, here’s things that bring me comfort to think about / imagine. This part is hella self indulgent I’m sorry

Sev becoming obsessed with your fidget toys and even getting a few of his own. He loves a good tangle and the small dimple pops. They stop him from picking at his nails.

You wearing your noise cancelling headphones around him for the first time and being hella nervous about it and you’re like “is this ok?” And he’s like “why wouldn’t it be?” 😩

Him loving said headphones and getting himself a pair. You catch him wearing them while he’s in his office, working on some potions or grading papers.

Feeling comfortable enough to unmask in front of him.

When doing your vocal stims he doesn’t look at you weird.

Snuggling with him under a weighted blanket

Finally, just him being there for you on those days where you have a breakdown and keep asking “what’s wrong with me?” after a particularly bad meltdown bc of overstimulation or a disruption to your routine or something else, and he’s just there whispering how there’s nothing wrong with you, and you’re perfect just the way you are.

[grievedeeply]

how about some hcs of ryan (the quarry) as a bf! pls i need

okay yes absolutely. i see so much ryan slander and i do not get it but i love him so here we go

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tws: none

dating ryan erzahler headcanons (the quarry)

i have to mention this first. sharing. headphones. he is very strict on who he shares them with but he always offers them to you. he gets super flustered if you rest your head on his shoulder while you're listening to something with him

he's awkward and a bit shy at first, but he definitely opens up as he gets to know you. he sees how similar you are and he becomes more comfortable with you

you end up falling first, but he falls harder

you're helping one of the kids patch up their knee after they fell and ryan is just staring at you. his body tenses up and he's so confused as to why his heart is beating so fast, but he soon realizes that it's because he likes you

you walk over to him afterwards and notice how flustered he looks, but he just brushes off all of your questions because of the crisis he's going through

he confesses first. he doesn't even mean to, it just slips out during a conversation. you're so happy to know he feels the same way and you drop everything to give him a hug

as your relationship continues, he becomes more comfortable with the thought of pda. he'll hold your hand and wrap his arm around you in public but he doubts it'll ever go farther than that

he's very affectionate in private. he loves to cuddle with you, no matter how the two of you might be laying or sitting. it doesn't matter to him, as long as you're in his arms (or vice versa)

he'll listen to whatever you want. he takes your music recommendations very seriously and always gives you his thoughts and opinions on the songs and albums you send him (this also goes for books)

he'll infodump about the podcasts he listens to if you show any interest in any way. he's so into the paranormal/supernatural and loves knowing that you're happy to listen to him

he's a great listener. he's always there as a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent to. he wants you to know that he cares about you and that it's okay for you to say anything you need to around him. he adores you and he cares so much about you

he tries so hard to cheer you up if you're feeling sad. he'll lay there with you and watch whatever you want, he'll read you your favorite books and talk to you about whatever you want to hear. he's always trying his best to make you happy

he's your number one fan. if you do a sport, he's always at your games or competitions even if he doesn't really like sports. he's your boyfriend and he'll always support you no matter what

if you ever mention how talkative ryan is in front of the other counselors they'll think you're lying. it makes you think about how special you must be in his eyes, and it flusters you a lot

he likes doing anything and everything with you. he's not too picky, as long as he gets to spend some time with you he won't complain. it doesn't matter what you're doing, but he's happy

he's a great kisser. i do not make the rules! i just state the facts. he makes you weak at the knees whenever he kisses you

he always knows where to put his hands and holds you just right that it makes your face so flushed. you always look flustered after he pulls away and he has a little smirk on his face like 'i really just did that'

he's very cute. he has a lot of habits that he doesn't even realize he's doing. he twirls pencils and pens around his fingers if he's writing something, he tilts his head whenever he's thinking. it's all things you've noticed but never pointed out

he's such a sweet person and he loves every single thing about you. he loves everything you might think of as an imperfection and he won't ever hesitate to tell you that, especially if you're feeling down or insecure

he's never loved anyone or anything as much as he loves you, and it scares him a little. he doesn't want to mess anything up with you

he can actually see a meaningful future with you, and he never wants to let you go <3

[hischiercore]

—enha hyung line when you start crying during sex

warnings: smut, kinda dom/sub dynamics in some, liiiittle bit of corruption kink in jake’s, i think that’s it?

note: repost bc tumblr was a bitch and didn’t put it in the tags last time :/

—heeseung

“fuck, heeseung!” you dug your nails into his back at a particularly rough thrust.

“yeah, baby? fuck, you feel so good.” he groaned, ducking down to suck marks onto your neck.

you weren’t sure what had gotten into your boyfriend, but he had been extra needy and desperate all day, and now, when he finally had you in his bed and could have you all for himself, he seemed to be going harder than ever before.

“hee-heeseungie,” you sniffed, your eyes beginning to well up wither tears. “so good, please, pl-please.”

heeseung finally pulled away from your neck, now thoroughly covered in his marks, and the sight of your teary eyes made him let out an even louder moan.

“fuck, baby. are-are you okay?” he asked, his thrusts never ceasing. he couldn’t bare to make home self stop unless you used your safe word.

“yeah, yeah. don’t stop don’t stop.” you begged.

“don’t worry honey, i don’t plan to.” he leaned down and kissed your lips softly. “not until you cry all those pretty tears out for me.”

—jay

“shit, sweetheart.” jay’s voice was deep and breathy, his eyes unable to stop looking back and forth from your face and where the two of you were connected, with you bouncing up and down in his lap as best you could in his gaming chair.

“jay, jay, fuck, oh my-“ you cut yourself off as his dick hit an especially good spot, pausing your thrusts to grind down on him and keep the pressure on it. “fuck, i love your cock so much.”

jay couldn’t stop the snort that escaped him. “if i didn’t know any better i’d think you only want me for what’s in pants.”

“maybe i do- oh fuck.” you couldn’t help but clench around him as his fingers slipped down to start rubbing your clit harshly, shuddering as a single tear streamed down your face.

“yeah?” he kissed the tear away before moving up to your ear and biting on the lobe. “i don’t blame you if it’s so good you’re crying for it.”

—jake

jake seemed to be louder than ever tonight. moans, whines, and curses escaping his lips with every thrust.

and it was almost as if the two of you were feeding off each other’s desperation, everything feeling more and more intense by the second.

so it was no surprise to either of you when you started to cry, quiet sniffs and hiccups while tears fell freely down your face.

“fuck, angel, is it that good? huh?”

“y-yes jakey. so, so good.” you cried, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“my innocent little crybaby,” he cooed, pressing kisses all over your cheek. “well, not so innocent now, are you? my baby’s so desperate now, can’t go a day without my cock.”

“jake, jake, fuck i’m gonna cum, gonna-“

he began to pick up the pace, fucking you even harder. “come on, baby. cum for me. maybe i’ll take a picture next time, yeah? but just for me, just for me to see your pretty little face when i’m-fuck-when i’m making you feel so good.”

—sunghoon

“mm, sunghoonie…” you bit your lip to hold back what you were sure would’ve been an embarrassingly high pitched moan. “love fucking myself on your cock...it’s so good”

sunghoon threw his head back against the back of the couch with a loud groan. “fuck, don’t say shit like that or i’ll cum.”

“aww, is my poor baby so overwhelmed already?” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning close to peck his lips. “does he need a break? hm? pussy so good he can’t hold himself back?”

he looked up at you with a glare, hands tightening on your hips. “sounds like someone needs to be put back in their place.”

“by who? you?” you scoffed. “if you can’t handle me complimenting your dick while i’m riding it, i’m not sure how you think you’ll be able to ‘put me in my place’, sweetheart.”

the determined glint in his eye was the last thing you remembered before suddenly being on your back, legs pushed up to your chest, and your boyfriend fucking you harder than he’s ever done before.

as tears began streaming down your face, sunghoon smirked. “better luck staying in control next time, babydoll.”

[cyborg-franky]

Hello! This is my first time requesting and uhm can i get a oneshot of marco or shanks' reacting to their fem partner saying the safeword while doing it, preferably n/sfw pls.. Have Fun!!

I made this gender neutral sorry aaah the way I wanted to do this didn't lend well to pronouns.

N/SFW undercut!

Shanks

- Shanks could go from soft, gentle, loving too hard, heavy, and completely driven into a frenzy by the sounds he caused you to make.

- Sometimes he got carried away and didn’t know his own strength.

- He was pretty good at reading the situation but sometimes, maybe after a drink or two [or ten] he got a little complacent about how he was fucking a regular person and not someone as strong as himself.

- He was fucking you while sitting in his captain’s chair.

- How he was able to move you up and down on his dick with one arm always baffled and amazed you, that was some sort of skill you mused as you moaned louder with each passing second.

- He was getting harder, faster and you couldn’t keep up any longer.

- Your poor abused hole was singing with pleasure but also aching from the way he brought you down on him hard and how he even lifted his hips to meet his own downward motion.

- You cried out and the safe word tumbled from your lips.

- He winced and stopped mid-thrust.

- Shanks pulled you off his cock and let you sit there on his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder as you panted, whimpered.

- He kissed behind your ear, arm around your waist as he cooed softly, comfortingly in your ear.

- “I’m sorry, are you okay darling?” he asked as he kissed your neck, hearing you pant and could sense how your heartbeat fast.

- “Yes, sorry, I just… too much.” You mumbled between heavy breathing.

- “Never be sorry, I’m sorry I was rough, we’ll take it slow yeah? Want to be in control?”

- You nodded and leaned back against him, enjoying the attention and soft words.

Marco

- This was far from the first time you’d been fucked by the phoenix, but it was the first time you needed to call out the safe word.

- Sometimes you wondered if being a zoan meant he got more ‘animal’ impulses with how rough he could get.

- Right now, as he fucked you over his desk he was gripping your hips so tightly.

- His cock was deeper in you than you’d everfelt and as nice as it felt it also hurt.

- You tried to withstand it, wanting the pleasure to outway the other aspect but he was railing you so hard the desk was rocking, sending things flying and fluttering across the floor.

- You cried out the safe word, it took a moment for Marco to register the word over the sound of slapping skin, moaning and the desk grinding against the wooden floor.

- The second time you called it he blinked and realised what was said, stopping and looking down at you.

- He was breathing heavy, letting go of the bruising grip on your hips.

- “I’m sorry little bird, fuck, sorry yoi.” He ran his hands over your back, soft and soothing.

- “Do I need to pull out?” You nodded and he did so, with care. He helped you up, placing a hand where he had just been fucking you, using his healing flames in case he’d damaged anything, if nothing else it would at least ease any pain he caused.

- You brushed his messy mop of hair back and kissed the bridge of his nose to let him know you weren’t mad or upset.

- “It’s okay, I just need a moment.” You stood between his legs as he wrapped arms around you, his half-lidded eyes gazing up at you as he sat on the edge of the desk. Hands still running up and down your sides.

- “I’m sorry I didn’t stop sooner yoi.” Marco mumbles as he rests his forehead on yours.

- “It’s okay, I’m fine, I promise. I’ll be ready again in a second,” you smile when he seems to perk up.

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@iloveportgasdace @bepoprotectionsquad @ace-no-isha

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@strawhat-bast @rae-vynn @missbeckman

[duckymcdoorknob]

hey so i was kind of scrolling thru emergency request tags hoping someone would be open and i think you are? but pls don’t worry if not. anyway i’ve been job hunting for months and am running out of money and have been dealing with anxiety from hell over a potential super early morning job bc the anxiety of even applying has been giving me panic attacks and not eating or sleeping so, im trying to distract myself in anyway way i can wondered if maybe you could right something about osamu and atsumu comforting/helping their gender neutral s/o during such a stressful time??? thank u anyway if not tho

Of course I can help you!!

I hope you’re feeling a little better. Anxiety is a tough one to get over, so I’m proud of you for coming to me.

Please ask for help if you need!!

CW UNDER THE CUT: Severe Anxiety, panic attacks

𝑂𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑢 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎

While mainly stoic, Osamu loves with his whole heart.

So, when you hadn’t been as upbeat and happy to see him as per usual, he was instantly concerned for your well-being.

‘Samu noticed that you seemed to have a crushing weight on your shoulders, as you carried on with your days.

Despite your reassuring him that you were okay, he still had his doubts.

So, he took it upon himself to ensure that he did what he could to make you feel better.

Every morning, he’d text you to tell you he was thinking about you. Then, he’d offer to bring you something for lunch. If you said no, he told you he’d bring you something for dinner.

This man would offer to come over so many freaking times. He wouldn’t even have a plan, he just wanted to spend time with you.

Eventually, when the stress got super bad, you couldn’t hide the physical effects. You were sick to your stomach, sluggish and tired all of the time.

All was going well, until Osamu was over to watch a movie. The two of you were sitting side by side on the couch when your boyfriend suddenly spoke.

“Say, (Y/N), are you sure you’re feeling okay my love?” Osamu asked, hand sliding into yours.

While you wanted to lie, you just didn’t have it in you to do so. Instead, you simply fell sideways into your lover’s chest and burst into tears.

“Oh! Oh honey it’s okay, I’ve got you.” The silver haired boy shushed you as he instantly wrapped his arms around you.

He rubbed your back gently as your tears flowed out. Weeks of pent up stress, lack of sleep and sustenance came out in the form of lamenting sobs.

“Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to listen.” Osamu whispered as he kissed the crown of your head.

Your lover held onto you as if it would be the last time he did so. He gently rubbed the spot where your shoulder blades met with his thumb, worried that he hadn’t checked in on you in time.

“M’just so stressed, ‘Samu.” You finally whimpered out, “I’m running out of time and money and I have no idea when I’ll find a job.”

“Oh my darling why didn’t you tell me before?” He asked with a tinge of sweetness in his voice. “My dad is opening up a restaurant soon. I will talk to him and see if I can get you a job there, even if it’s only temporary.”

“This isn’t your fault, please believe me on that. Life comes in phases and we never know what may happen next. Currently, you’re just in a phase that isn’t the best. Time always moves forward, so you’re never stuck in a negative space forever.”

“Whenever the going gets tough, just remember to find a clock. Look at the seconds ticking away and remember that time doesn’t stop, no matter how bad the situation is.”

You smiled as you looked up and kissed your boyfriend’s cheek. “Thank you, ‘Samu. I love you.” You whispered.

“And I love you. Please don’t ever hesitate to reach out when you’re stressed and in need of some love.” the silver-haired boy replied. “Now, why don’t we find something interesting to do.”

“I’m in the mood to make some cookies.” You replied in a tiny voice.

The buzzing feeling of Osamu’s chest when he laughed was one you never wanted to forget. You hugged him tighter and never planned on letting go.

𝐴𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑢 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎

Like Osamu, Atsumu loves so deeply and wears his heart on his sleeve.

He just isn’t as attentive as his more sympathetic brother. It took him a while to notice your stress.

Days went on and you felt as if the world would implode if you made the wrong step.

Atsumu, though unknowing, always managed to give you a little bit of temporary relief.

His way of greeting you was to hug you from behind and blow a raspberry on your neck. His main goal was to hear your giggling, since he swore it made his mornings better.

He also had a habit of bringing you extra treats that his brother made. Though you knew Osamu always made an extra for you, Atsumu swore he was sacrificing his own treat to bring you one.

You loved these gestures, always falling more in love with your boyfriend after they occurred. Unfortunately, they weren’t enough to completely melt away the stress that was in your life.

The day Atsumu found out, he was proving to Osamu that he could cook. You and ‘Tsumu had planned a date at his house on that night.

You held your head high and forced a smile on your face. You figured that your anxiety would calm itself for a two hour date, then you could be anxious at home.

Oh how wrong you were…

As soon as you sat down at the table, the pent up anxiety inside you made you feel nauseous and gave you the familiar feeling of suffocation. You barely managed to choke out that you were excusing yourself to the restroom.

You left the table in such a hurry that the two Miya twins stared at each other, and Atsumu followed close in pursuit. When he reached the door, he heard your desperate gasps and sobs through it. He knocked gently and asked for you to at least unlock the door.

“Please, I don’t want you to suffer alone.” He said in a pleading tone.

When the door opened, he rushed inside and sat on the bathroom floor. He enveloped you in his arms and held you as you loudly cried. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

Eventually, you dumped out all that was bothering you. You told him about the stress of not having money and no source of income, you told him about the time that seemed to be ticking away by the second.

The faux blonde rocked you back and forth as you sputtered out your story. He nodded along to show he was taking in every word you said. Eventually, he spoke softly.

“You don’t have to worry about it anymore. I will help you find a job even if I have to apply myself. You better have your social security number on hand.” He teased, hoping to elicit a reaction, “But regardless, I can help you more than you think.”

“My dad is opening a restaurant soon. I can see if he can give you the host job. Even if it’s only temporary, I want to help put you back on your feet. This is something that isn’t worth worrying about. You have every right to be upset and worried, but I don’t want something that can be fixed to be tearing you down this badly.”

“We can worry about other stuff, like whether or not I cooked a decent meal for us. You have to understand that life carries on, and that we can’t spend our time worrying that the clock will stop ticking by. Because as awful as this moment is, the hours will pass and we will be in a better one!” your lover ended his last sentence with a beaming smile.

You eventually did calm, and found the energy to release yourself from Atsumu’s embrace. The two of you left the bathroom to be met with Osamu at the stove, trying to keep the food from burning.

“You didn’t take your pan off the heat, idiot.” the silver-haired twin noted.

“Hey! I had a bigger priority thank you very much!” Your boyfriend barked in reply.

As you rested your cheek on your hand with a smile, you knew that this chaotic family was truly one you’d want to be a member of forever.

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[chippedaxe]

Title: Loyalty To The Egg

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, sub reader, tentacles, weird slime shit, rope bunny content, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Pronouns: They/Them, non specific anatomy

Synopsis: The reader gets fucked by the Egg’s tentacles.

Pairing: c! The egg X Sub! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Note: unedited*

- if you’re not a dsmp fan and you see “egg fucks reader with tentacles” I’m rlly fucking sorry

- There’s a good chance that I’ll take this down since it’s like rlly weird but I’ll leave it up for now ig

- This was also not my original idea! I literally tried to look for who came up w this idea so I could tag them but I just couldn’t find them ??? If anyone knows who came up w the idea than pls tell me or tag them or smth ^^

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Tentacles curled around your legs and pulled you to the ground, you winced as you hit the floor. Your body curled up on itself as you tried to get away, another tendril reaching out to softly pat you and calm you down.

Your heart was racing and you weren’t too sure what was going on, the egg’s voice spoke to you and informed you of what was going on which was not only scary but disturbing. “Calm down, don’t you want to pledge your loyalty to me?” The egg asked in a kind of unintelligible voice.

It hurt your head and your ears to be listening to such a harsh voice, it pained you with how the sound rang and echoed around in your brain. You were starting to feel sick, you reached to hold onto your stomach.

Your head was heating up and you were starting to feel intensely dizzy, the feel of a slimy tentacle creeping up your leg bought you back to your senses. You slapped the tendril away and backed up against the wall, the egg hissed a bit at you but then quickly calmed down.

“Don’t you want to join me? Have all of your deepest wishes granted?” You shook your head, you knew the egg had a great influence on the people it came into contact with so you were trying to hold on to the last bit of sanity.

The tentacles slowly crept back up to you but you refused to move from your spot, shaking gently as they approached you and started to wrap around your feet. “Come on, I know what you really want..”

You sighed and lowered your head to stare at the ground, your eyes glancing up at the egg pitifully “and that is?” You asked “power.” The egg’s voice had distorted more as it answered your question.

It wasn’t wrong. You’ve had nothing but utter disrespect given to you since the moment you came to the Dream Smp, it’d be nice to gain some power and show these lambs who’s really in charge.

You crooked your head and glared at the egg “sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?” You were truly considering your options here. You could try to run and ultimately fail, running back to the world of people who hurt you or…

You could flee to the care of the egg, the thing that is promising you greatness. Looking at the two choices in front of you like this, seems like it’s not such a hard decision after all!

Your lips curled up into a slight smile “Fine. I’ll join you, what do you want from me?” You allowed the tentacles to fully wrap around the lower half of your body, your legs unable to move apart from each other.

The egg gently pulled you closer, dragging you across the floor until you’re sitting just beneath it. “I just need you to prove your loyalty” it didn’t sound like such a difficult task at first, you believed that you’d just be instructed to kill someone or recruit others but this task was a bit more complicated than that.

“Let me inside you..”

Your eyes widened “what??” You weren’t sure what you heard, you thought hoped it may have been a misunderstanding. “You need to willingly accept me into you..” the tentacles squeezed your legs tightly.

You gulled nervously and nodded “o- okay” you didn’t know what you were thinking at the time but you hoped this was a good choice. The egg seemed thrilled by your decision as it spawned my tentacles to engulf your body.

Your armour was tossed to the floor, a loud clacking noise echoing the halls. Your clothes were torn as well, most of the fabric still being attached to your body apart from the large holes that were created to expose your sensitive bits.

Your pants were ripped at and torn off, the thread loosening and falling to the ground along with the destroyed fabric. You whines when you started to feel the tentacles’ suction cups sucking on the soft skin on your thighs.

You moved your arms to push the sticky tentacles off your thighs but that only encouraged the egg to tie your hands behind your back, you gasped and tried to get them out of the egg’s grasp but to no avail.

“Let my hands go!” You complained, the egg ignoring you as it’s tentacles slid up your torso and started to gently toy around with your nipples. Your face grew hotter and a large lump appeared in your throat that you couldn’t swallow down in that moment.

The suction cups returned, pinching your nipples and suckling on them like a regular human would be able to. You cringed at the feeling of the tentacles starting to lactate a sticky slimy consistency, lathering your body in it as it touched you.

You had in fact agreed to this but it was still so weird to you!

Another pair of tentacles lunged at you and tore off your underwear, rubbing your crotch gently just to lather it up with the slimy lubricant before pushing into your hole gently “fuck!” You cursed out loud. You arched your back and clenched your eyes shut as you felt it penetrate you, it felt weird and you hated the feeling of the slime inside you.

You growled out loud “do you recruit all your followers like this?!” You shouted, getting no response in return. A gasp leaving your mouth as the tentacle dug a little deeper into your body, suction cups clinging to your tight fleshy walls.

You couldn’t help but start to enjoy the feeling of the tentacles fucking you, your face scrunched up and you tried to focus on your climax. The egg started to enter a second tentacle inside of you, both of the tentacles being quite the tight fit.

You screamed in pleasure and went to cover your mouth with your hand until you remembered your restraints, feeling embarrassed as your pleasurable noises left your mouth.

Your walls tightened around the tendrils, the pressure from your stomach bursting and leaving you a panting mess on the ground. Sweat dripped from your forehead onto the ground, a weird smell emitting from you now that you had just came.

The egg seemed satisfied as it pulled its tentacles out of you, a small but deep rumbling coming from the egg which shook the floor gently. You moved now that you were released, legs a bit too weak to be able to walk so you just stayed kneeling in front of the egg.

“You have proven your loyalty to me, thank you” you bowed your head down “what now, boss?” You asked.

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*wrote this in my notes (copied and pasted) so it might be formatted/look different!

- also if no one could tell, I don’t rlly know the egg? I’m not 100% caught up with the dsmp so I got a lot of the info off the internet.

[catch-the-wind]

when reader is sick hc's

finally posting writing here so true

n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh

ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them

okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah

tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours

diluc

is not working or traveling when his partner is sick

absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks

he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help

absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO

was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3

absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed

“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie

diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted

he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3

gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep

also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3

cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD

kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while

n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health

kaeya

like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick

wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place

but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer

he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3

he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich

asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried

he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3

refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day

brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too

jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead

and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3

many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3

jean

absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better

panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix

wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her

kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner

her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes

she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh

she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas

jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work

absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3

albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought

if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu

lisa

works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o

probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there

“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)

makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep

also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek

she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad

jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such

klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better

purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers

reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies

worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-

albedo

cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick

immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery

he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do

also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating

kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them

klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL

many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too

domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with

tartaglia

takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh

brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3

he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise

also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while

absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem

rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3

his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such

zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-

many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep

also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them

he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick

dainsleif

the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh

he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks

he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”

is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone

cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten

reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name

ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh

but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway

dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep

dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”

he got sick

but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end

ohm ambros

the doctor with his ill lover oh my god

he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL

kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them

diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3

sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay

ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected

barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books

ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting

he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye

ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺

n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS

sulien ambros

when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue

man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3

sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-

like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3

sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO

reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head

tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes

scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL

sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3

Edit: a link to part 2