#tysm cups... 💜

[fukounaboy]

you said you didn't have an outfit so i speedran making one..

or a few..

Cups........cups................now how am I supposed to choose between all of these...they are all so cute.......

[botanists-little-cookie]

Happy holidays !! Wifey drawing as a gift bc:DD

AAAAAA OMG THEYRE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM!! THE WIVES EVER TYSM!!!!!!!!

happy holidays to you too!

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Strings

Happy 300 of us!! I love you all 💗 This was requested by @hijadeplutao. Tysm, i hope you like it 💜

Word count: 3.8k

No warnings

Alexa, play Strings by Shawn Mendes

It all started with an innocent night out.

He was a second year visual arts student, frustrated with his own creativity. You were a freshman in (your major), still adapting to university life. You were introduced by Jeongin, a mutual friend, at a party Hyunjin hadn't wanted to attend, and you were there by chance.

The atmosphere was warm and noisy, the music blending with loud conversations and scattered laughter throughout the rooms. You hadn’t planned to stay long, but Jeongin grabbed your wrist, excited, saying he wanted to introduce you to someone, ���This is Hyunjin, my friend from the arts department”, he said, patting the shoulder of a boy who looked visibly uncomfortable there.

Hyunjin lifted his gaze to you, looking slightly lost, as if he'd been pulled out of a daydream. His brown hair fell over his forehead, and his lips curved into an expression that was somewhere between grumpy and bored. A red cup rested in his hand, probably filled with something that was already making him slightly tipsy. “Hey”, he murmured, offering his hand.

When your fingers touched his, an unexpected warmth passed through your skin. It wasn’t anything grand or cinematic, just a brief moment, yet a striking one. And when he finally met your eyes, something in his expression softened.

As you sipped your drink, you glanced at Hyunjin, who looked thoroughly unimpressed with the party. With a small smirk, you decided to tease him, "I bet you’re mentally ranking every person in this room from 'tolerable' to 'insufferable' right now”.

Hyunjin blinked, clearly caught off guard. His lips twitched, almost a smirk but he just tilted his head slightly, "And where do you think you rank?" he asked, voice low, curious. You shrugged, meeting his gaze without hesitation, "I’m not sure. But I think I’d like to find out”.

For the first time that night, Hyunjin looked genuinely intrigued.

Hyunjin huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he took a slow sip from his drink, "Confident, aren't you?", he muttered, studying you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. You tilted your head, pretending to consider, "Not really. Just observant”.

He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the bar, "Oh? And what exactly have you observed about me?". You tapped a finger against the rim of your glass, meeting his gaze without hesitation, "That you hate small talk but engage in it anyway. That you'd rather be anywhere else but still haven't left. And that you're trying really hard not to be interested in this conversation”.

Hyunjin exhaled sharply, a sound that wasn't quite a laugh but wasn’t annoyance either. His fingers drummed against his glass as he looked at you, really looked this time, "And what makes you think I’m interested?", he challenged, eyes dark with something unreadable.

You leaned in slightly, just enough to make it clear you weren’t intimidated, "Because if you weren’t, you would’ve already walked away”. For the first time that night, Hyunjin was the one left without a response.  

He swirled his drink absentmindedly, his eyes still on you, "You’re different”. You raised a brow, tilting your head slightly, “You say that like it's a bad thing”.

 He let out a soft scoff, as he studied you, "Not sure yet”. You took a slow sip of your drink, meeting his gaze without hesitation, "Well, let me know when you figure it out".

Something about the way you said it— so calm, so unaffected— made Hyunjin's grip tighten around his glass. He was used to people reacting to him, trying to impress him or push his buttons. But you? You were just standing there, unbothered, as if his presence didn’t tip the balance of the room.

You didn’t know it then, but at that moment, a part of fate had already been set.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The next morning, your head still felt heavy from the exhaustion of the previous night. You weren’t used to going to parties, and that one had been louder and more crowded than you had expected.

The day was calm until you heard the first loud thud coming from the apartment next door. At first, you ignored it. Maybe someone had just dropped something. But then came another. And another. Followed by the sound of furniture being dragged and then loud music echoing through the walls.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You had just moved in and didn’t know your neighbors well yet. But if that noise became a regular problem, you’d have to find a way to talk to whoever was responsible.

With that in mind, you left your room, crossed the small hallway, and knocked a few times on the door next to yours. After a few seconds, the doorknob turned. The door opened, and standing there was none other than Hyunjin.

He blinked a few times, looking just as surprised as you. His hair was a mess, lazily tied up on top of his head, and he was wearing a tank top stained with paint. “You?!”, he asked, frowning.

You crossed your arms, “I should be asking that. Are you my noisy neighbor?”. Hyunjin glanced inside his apartment, as if only now realizing the chaos he had been making. Then he looked back at you, not seeming the least bit apologetic, “I was painting” “ And did you have to bring the whole house down in the process?”.

He let out a dramatic sigh and leaned against the doorframe, “If you've ever tried painting something big, you’d know sometimes you have to move around a lot”. You narrowed your eyes, “I've never tried”. A faint smirk appeared on his lips before he shrugged, “Then I guess you can't judge me”. And without further explanation, he simply closed the door in your face.

You stood there for a moment, incredulous, before letting out a quiet chuckle. Living next to Hyunjin was going to be interesting.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

College life led you to run into Hyunjin more often than you had expected. Sometimes in the dorm hallway, other times on campus paths. He always seemed in a hurry, shoulders tense, his expression heavy as if he were carrying the weight of the world. But every now and then, when he saw you, he would blink lightly or let out a tired smile. And for some reason, you always smiled back.

Time passed like that— quick glances and fleeting smiles amid the rush of daily life. Until exam week arrived.  You were exhausted. You spent hours buried in books, trying to absorb as much as possible, but every time you started to focus, the noise from the other side of the wall yanked you out of your reading. First, it was the sound of furniture being dragged. Then, loud music. Then, loud thuds, as if something was being thrown against the wall.

That was the last straw.

With determined steps, you crossed the hallway and knocked on Hyunjin’s door, expecting yet another trivial argument about his habits. But when the door opened, your complaint died in your throat.

Hyunjin looked completely shaken. His chest was rising and falling too fast, his eyes slightly red, shining with restrained frustration. He looked angry, but at the same time, lost, disoriented. “What?”, he asked, his voice hoarse.

You hesitated, your initial anger replaced by concern, “Are you… okay?”. He blinked, as if your question had caught him off guard. Then, he let out a humorless laugh, “ What do you think?”. A heavy silence stretched between you, heavy, “Have you eaten today?”. Hyunjin frowned, “What?” “You look like you're about to pass out”, you insisted, “Have you eaten anything?”.

He didn’t answer. And the lack of a response was enough. Without thinking much, you went back to your room, grabbed some food, anything that could help, and returned to him. Hyunjin accepted without arguing, which said a lot about his state.

He sat on the couch, holding the package with some hesitation before finally starting to eat. You leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him, “Want to tell me what’s going on?”, you asked gently. Hyunjin sighed, rubbing his temples, “I can't create. Nothing I do is any good”. His voice was raw, full of frustration.

 He threw his head back, staring at the ceiling as if searching for answers there, “Is it something like a creative block?”. He laughed, but it was a bitter sound, “If it were just a block… but I feel like… I don’t know, like I lost something” “But you love art, don’t you?”. He lowered his gaze to you, “More than anything. It’s my reason for living”.

The weight of those words lingered in the air. You could see the sparkle in his eyes as he said them, a light that hadn’t been there before. Even amid all his frustration, there was still passion. “ I paint better at night”, he continued, softly, “That’s when I feel most creative. The silence, the darkness… it feels like the world disappears, and it’s just me and the canvas”.

You nodded, taking in every word. For the first time, you saw beyond the grumpy exterior and the chaos he seemed to carry on his shoulders. Hyunjin wasn’t just an art student struggling with inspiration. He was someone who lived for art. Who breathed it. Who lost and found himself within colors and brushstrokes.

And for the first time, you wanted to know more. The idea came on impulse. Maybe it was because you saw Hyunjin so lost, or maybe, in some way, you just wanted to do something for him. “What if you tried seeing things differently?”, you suggested, sitting on the couch in his apartment while he stared at a blank canvas.

Hyunjin looked at you, exhausted, “ What do you mean?”. You shrugged, “Let’s go out. You need to breathe, see the world outside these four walls”. He scoffed, crossing his arms, “And what exactly am I supposed to see out there?” “Everything”.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

That’s how it started. Small walks around the campus, aimless strolls just to notice details that seemed invisible in the rush of daily life. You made him pay attention to simple things— the golden shade of the light reflecting off windows at sunset, the way shadows danced on the ground between the leaves, how colors shifted when a cloud covered the sun.

“You sound like someone who would study art”, he commented once, half amused. “I’m just trying to remind you of what you already know”, you shot back, poking his shoulder. Hyunjin laughed, a light sound, and something in your chest warmed.

In the following days, you challenged him to try different forms of art. Photography, quick sketches without pressure, even doodling with a pencil on café napkins. He complained, saying it wasn’t good enough, but you saw the light returning to his eyes, little by little.

Then, one day, he looked at you for too long, “What?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Can I draw you?”. The question caught you off guard. You blinked, hesitant, but nodded.

Hyunjin picked up his sketchbook and started drawing. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable— on the contrary, it was filled with careful attention. You could feel his eyes studying you, the pencil gliding over the paper with delicate strokes. 

“You have beautiful hands”, he murmured at some point, not lifting his gaze from the paper. Your heart stumbled in your chest, but you said nothing.

And then, without you realizing it, Hyunjin started looking after you too. On the morning of your exam, he showed up at your door holding a cup of coffee, “You mentioned you had a tough exam today”, he said, handing you the coffee. Thought you might need this".

You stared at him, surprised, “You remembered” “Of course, I did”. He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but something inside you tightened in a new way.

Days passed, and Hyunjin seemed more energized. He painted more, talked more about his art, and every time he created something, you were the first person he showed it to. And the two of you grew closer. More and more.

Small touches started to feel different. When he absentmindedly tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. When your knees touched while sharing a bench on campus, and neither of you moved away. When he laughed at something you said and looked at you for too long.

Your friendship was real, but there was something else there— a spark in your chest. Something neither of you could quite name. Not yet.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The days followed and exams were finally over.  Relief settled within you, but that day, in the midst of that calm, the rain seemed to carry a different meaning. The sound of it against your bedroom window brought an unusual feeling— an omen lingering in the air. Perhaps because it was impossible to ignore what was happening between you and Hyunjin.

You were watching a movie when the doorbell rang, breaking the silence. When you opened the door, a chill ran down your spine. Hyunjin stood there, completely soaked, his hair clinging to his face, his clothes drenched, his expression exhilarated, and his eyes glistening with something electric. 

He looked like a masterpiece painted by the rain itself— drops tracing paths down his skin as if the water was part of his being. “I found… I found something!”. He spoke, his grin wide, as if he had just uncovered the secret of the universe. His excitement was contagious.

Your heart pounded at the sight of him, so alive, so intensely caught up in his emotions. Still a sudden wave of panic hit you. He was clearly unwell— his skin was pale, and he was shivering slightly. “Hyunjin, are you feeling alright?”, you said, stepping closer, your eyes scanning him with growing concern.

He blinked and shook his head, trying to dismiss your worry, “Yes, I just… I was painting. The inspiration hit me all at once, and I… I had to feel it. I had to feel the rain. It was perfect, you have no idea”. He seemed completely enchanted by the experience, but his words came out sluggish, as if he were too exhausted to speak properly. 

His face was wet, his eyes shining with feverish intensity, but there was a weakness in his enthusiasm that you couldn’t ignore. Without thinking twice, you pulled Hyunjin inside, shutting the door behind you, “You’re soaking wet, and you definitely have a fever. We need to take care of this now”.

Before he could protest, you led him to the bathroom, already preparing a warm shower. You helped him remove his drenched clothes, your fingers brushing against his chilled skin, and your heart pounded harder. He was so close, and the warmth between you seemed to grow with every movement. “I don’t want to be a burden, I…”,  he started, but his words were cut off by the hot water cascading over him, steam filling the space.

You helped him wash his hair, your hands moving gently, taking care of him as naturally as possible. Hyunjin stood silent for a moment, his eyes shutting as he let himself relax under your touch.

After the soothing shower, you wrapped him in a towel and went to his place to grab some dry clothes. He seemed calmer now, but the fever still clung to him. You prepared tea and gave him medicine, watching him closely, making sure he was okay.

He looked up at you with a weak smile,  “I’m such a mess, aren’t I?”, he murmured, his voice low and heavy with exhaustion, as if he were being more honest than usual. “But you, Yn… you’re always here, taking care of me. I don’t know what I’d do without you”.

Your chest tightened at his words, and you didn’t respond. Instead, you just held his hand, the warmth of his skin against yours saying more than a thousand words. The space between you was no longer just friendly— it was charged with something more. Something unspoken, but undeniably.

He didn’t take long to fall asleep, his breathing turning softer, his face relaxed in a way that made him look completely at peace. And as he rested, his fingers still intertwined with yours, you realized that, once again, something inside you was changing. Something you didn’t yet understand, but that was slowly taking form.

And in that moment, with him lying there— vulnerable, safe, at ease— you knew that something more had started to grow between you. The spark was there, silent but burning.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Hyunjin woke up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the soft light filling the room. He felt the warmth around him, comforting and safe, something he didn’t want to end.

And then, he realized.

His hand was still entwined with yours. His fingers fit perfectly against yours, as if they were meant to stay that way. He turned his head slightly, finding you lying beside him, your body relaxed in deep sleep.

Your breathing was steady, gentle. He took in the little details— the strand of hair falling across your forehead, the slight parting of your lips, the way your hand rested on the mattress, so close to his. His heart pounded faster, a strange warmth spreading through his chest.

He had never been this close to someone before, never cared so much about how someone looked while they slept. His gaze traced your features, admiring every little expression of peace you wore.

And in that quiet moment, while watching you with an intensity he didn’t fully understand, he knew. The same spark you had felt, the one that had started growing between you both, was now undeniable in his mind. He could feel it in the rhythm of his heartbeat, in every breath he took. A  new feeling was blooming, and he no longer knew how to deny it.

Suddenly, your body stretched slightly, and your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the morning light. The first thing you saw was him, still beside you, still holding your hand.

Shock set in immediately. Your heart jumped, and you shifted slightly, your mind racing at the proximity. "O- oh... hi...", you mumbled, still drowsy, trying to mask your confusion. You sat up, a bit flustered from waking up so close to him, "How are you feeling?"

Hyunjin smiled softly, though he could see how flustered you were. He didn’t tease, but he also didn’t let go of your hand. His eyes, warm and thoughtful, stayed locked on yours,  "Better... now that you’re completely here".  His voice was soft, genuine, "Thank you... for everything, really. You're my guardian angel”.

You bit your lower lip, warmth creeping up your skin. Something about the way he looked at you, with that gratitude and affection, made your heart pound. The embarrassment of waking up next to him faded, replaced by something new. Hyunjin seemed to notice it too cause his gaze softened, and he hesitated only for a second before speaking again.

"I...", he started, but stopped, as if searching for the right words. And then, as if he had made a quiet decision, he leaned in just slightly, his eyes locked onto yours. His hand, still holding yours, remained warm and steady, "I always lose my words around you. But...", he murmured, his smile widening just a little, his gaze shimmering. "I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me”.

His words washed over you like a slow wave. There was no rush, no tension. Just the quiet understanding of a moment shared between the two of you. And then, without hesitation, without second guessing, he, slowly, gently,  leaned forward, and his lips met yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was soft, unhurried, like time could stand still right there. Like nothing else mattered. There was no urgency, just a quiet connection, a tender kiss where every movement seemed designed to last, to make the moment enough.

When your lips parted, neither of you moved away. His heart was still racing, but now, there was no more fear. No more doubt. Because now, something unspoken has settled in the air between you. The spark had become something more. And for the first time, everything felt like it was exactly where it was meant to be.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Time passed, and everything between you changed so naturally that it was hard to remember exactly when it began. What was once just friendship had become more— more deep and impossible to ignore. The way Hyunjin looked at you had shifted or maybe it had always been that way, and only now were you truly seeing it.

And then, on that special night, he asked you to come to his final presentation,  "I want you to be there”. He held your hand tightly, "It’s important to me”. You didn’t hesitate.

It was a big event, with professors, students, and guests walking through the exhibition space, admiring the works of various artists. But you couldn’t focus on anything except the anticipation of what Hyunjin had prepared. 

When his turn came, your heart pounded. You knew about the creative block he had struggled with at the start of the semester. You knew how heavy the burden had been when he couldn’t create the way he wanted. But now, standing before the canvas covered with black cloth, Hyunjin took a deep breath before pulling it away to reveal his work.

And there it was.

You.

The painting was a version of you as only Hyunjin could see. Every brushstroke, every nuance, every play of light and shadow revealed just how deeply he saw you in a way no one else did. Your eyes held depth, your lips carried a serene smile, and every detail of your face was crafted with undeniable devotion.

It wasn’t just an image. It was you— captured with passion, with tenderness, with love in every stroke of his brush.

Your throat tightened, your eyes welling with tears, "Hyunjin...", you whispered, unable to say anything more.

He was already beside you. His warm hands cupped your face gently, his thumbs brushing over your skin as if making sure you were real, as breathtaking as you were on the canvas. "Do you like it?",  his voice was laced with vulnerability, as if this was the most important question he had ever asked to someone.

You smiled, the tears finally spilling over, "I love it”. The light in his eyes grew impossibly brighter. And then, with no concern for the audience around you, he pulled you closer, his lips just inches from yours as he whispered, soft and intimate, a secret meant only for the two of you:

"Loving you is my safe place"

Your heart nearly stopped. But before you could respond, he closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so full of tenderness, of quiet devotion, that it spoke all the words he didn’t need to say.

And there, in his arms, standing before the living proof of the love Hyunjin felt for you, you knew.

You were his art. 

The thing he lived for.

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[helaelaemond]

Hello 💜 Can we please get someone bold enough to sneak into Aemond's chambers (maybe a lady-in-waiting, servant, writer's choice) and smutty shenanigans ensue?? 👀

tysm for the prompt my angel!!

Pairing: Aemond x servant!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: You have had one moment of passion with Prince Aemond before, and you find yourself wanting another. So you go to his chambers, and find him willing. Wanting. - Heterosexual sex, vaginal sex, possessive Aemond

Warnings: none

It's late, too late for you to be anywhere but your own bed. Although the lights outside have faded to black, there is a fire between your thighs, and you seek the one who has sparked it.

It is the elder brother known for depravity. He takes what he wants and doesn't care for the whims of his targets. The young brother isn't like that, though. When he had first taken you roughly by the throat and pinned you to the wall, he had waited for you to say yes before continuing. Soon, he had you not just consenting but begging.

So that's why you slip into the prince's chamber under the guise of a full plate and flagon of wine. It's a sweet pink wine, less strong than the Arbour red his brother seeks oblivion with. Prince Aemond is sat in front of the great fireplace, and he turns his head to watch you slip in. His eye is fixed on you as you set the food down on the table and pour a cup of wine. With your gaze on the floor, you walk over to him and present it to him.

"I did not summon you." His voice is quiet. He looks at the cup, and then back at your face. He doesn't take it.

"No, my prince, you didn't." His voice is like silk over your skin, slipping across it and holding you fast.

"Then why did you come?"

"To serve."

His lips quirk up at that. "Try again."

Your eyes flick up to meet his. His silver hair almost looks gold in the light of the flames. "To take."

"Hmm."

With more boldness than you actually feel, you raise the cup brought for him to your own lips, and take a long sip.

"Is it just my wine you wish to take?" he asks.

You lick your lips. "What else are you willing to give?"

"Well, that's the thing about taking, isn't it? It can't be taken if it's freely given."

You try to hide your grin. Prince Aemond thinks he is far cleverer than he actually is. The folly of those born to high stations is misplaced confidence, you think. They always believe themselves to be the wisest and most intelligent people in any room they occupy. But they don't know anything, not really. "Oh, I don't know about that. I'd say you thoroughly took what was freely given."

Prince Aemond reaches out a hand and touches your skirt. "It matters not whether it was freely given or otherwise. As you said, you come here to serve."

"I am a servant, not a slave," you reply as you take a step back.

He watches you intently. "You think there is a difference?"

"You think there is not?"

"I still have my free will, my prince."

"Is that so?"

You nod.

"So if you wished to leave, you would, even if I commanded you to stay?" He stands up and takes a step towards you.

You have to tilt your chin up to look at him. "Why would you command me to stay?"

"For the same reason you came in the first place."

"What if I've changed my mind?"

He gently grasps your chin and brings his face closer to yours. You hate how being this close to him makes your eyes close. "Then we return to the matter of taking what is not freely given."

"I don't think you'd do that to me," you breathe. "You are not your brother."

"Hmm. Do you wish I was?"

"Do you wish that?"

His touch is rougher. Suddenly, he spins you in his arms and the cup of wine goes flying from your hands and clatters on the floor. Some spills into the fire, and it spits angrily. The prince's arms wrap around you possessively to pull your back against his chest. "You forget yourself, wench."

"I'm no wench," you remind him smugly. "You don't pay me for my cunt."

When he hisses against your ear, you press back against him. "Perhaps I should. Perhaps then you would remember your place."

"And what is my place, my prince?" You cover his hands with your own, and grasp his fingers through yours. It's satisfying how quickly he welcomes the touch.

"To not ask questions."

You laugh breathlessly. Against your backside, you can feel something hard press between you. He's as eager as a virgin. He was like that last time, too. A few exchanged words, one heated embrace, and he was aching. Perhaps he's neglected, touch starved. Ladies of the court are too afraid to approach him, and servants can't even look upon his face. It is lonely, perhaps, to be feared like this. Fear has always made you wet.

"You think I'm funny?" he asks between wet kisses to your neck. One hand moves to press between your legs over your linen uniform. The other tears off the cap you wear, and your hair falls free.

"I think you're needier than any man I've ever had before."

He bites the seam of your neck and shoulder. "You have other men?"

His attentions make your eyes close. "Of course. My favourite is one of the stable hands. He brings me flowers."

"I shall cut off his hands so he can do it no longer."

"Why?" you ask breathlessly. He is grinding hard against you now, rubbing his cock to your backside in steady thrusts that make you clench desperately around nothing. "Are you going to bring me flowers instead?"

"No." With one hand still applying pressure between your legs, the other roughly grabs your jaw and turns you to catch his deep kiss. It's messy, possessive, deep. He can taste the sweet wine on your tongue. You taste the fire on his. He groans between sloppy kisses. "But that doesn't mean someone else can."

Kisses have always been your weakness. You can't come without them. Prince Aemond found that out last time. Now, they're his weapon. Suddenly his hands are gone from you and he clasps them behind his back, and he seems to relish how quickly you turn around to properly face him and grab him. This time, it's your arms that hold him close - one is thrown around his neck to drag him down to you, and the other is around his narrow waist. He's more slender than you, and sharper, too. Last time, he swore how much he liked that you were soft and warm for him.

His breathing is raggedy against your intense kisses. His voice is no louder than a whisper. "Take off your fucking uniform."

Without missing a beat, you reply, "take it off for me."

That makes his head jerk back, and you see him bite his lip. He looks conflicted as he stares down at you with his one good eye. How much you want to see him without his eye patch. But that is the line he has drawn - that is something he will not share with you. Still, after a moment, he obeys you, and pulls off the red overdress, and then the pale shift beneath.

"No undergarments?" he murmurs as you stand bare before him, only your stockings and shoes still on. You wear the stockings that you paid a gold dragon for - there are silk ribbons at the top to keep them clinging to your thighs, and they're blue. Everyone knows a sapphire has replaced Prince Aemond's eye.

"I'd hoped to see my stable man," you lie.

It makes his lip twitch, and he shoves you roughly to the table where the food is long forgotten. "I'll cut off his cock, too."

"You want to be the only one who fucks me, my prince?"

"What did I tell you about questions?" As he gives you another burning kiss, he fumbles with his breeches. You hop onto the table and spread your legs wide for him, and as he sinks into you, you play with yourself.

"Oh, fuck!" you whine. He fits into you like he was made for you.

The mighty Prince Aemond of House Targaryen, lord of the skies, is reduced to a panting mess between your thighs. "You want this?"

"Yes!" The reply is ripped from you before you even have time to think. He holds your hips as he fucks you on the table. In the quiet chamber, the sound of wet skin slapping is obscene, especially mingled with his deep grunts and your high sighs. "Kiss me! Please!"

The prince doesn't. Instead, he wraps one hand around your throat again - how much he loves to do that, you think - and makes you lie back on the table. It's hard and uncomfortable, and you have to arch your spine to be comfortable. The change in angle is good, though. It means he can be faster, harder, deeper. With you where he wants you, he runs his hand to your chest and palms your breast hard. Then, he does kiss you, but not where you want him. His lips find your neck again, and then your shoulder. When he bites your collarbone, you wrap your legs around his hips.

What a sight you must be. How much you'd like to watch this, you think - you completely bare, the prince fully clothed. Even his hair is still worn half-up. Enough is loose to spill onto your chest when he suckles on your breast, though. It'll bruise, no doubt. Prince Aemond will never bring you flowers, but he'll give you blooms under your skin.

He pounds into you relentlessly. When he stands upright, he tries to push away your hand and drive the pleasure himself.

"You don't do it right," you whine, slapping his hand.

"Show me."

"No. Just- shit! Just keep fucking- oh, Gods, just keep fucking me!"

"Show me."

He's so demanding, so determined to learn. So as he pounds his cock into your cunt, you let his hand cover yours over your clit as you rub the flat of your fingers hard and fast. It's not gentle or teasing, not careful - it's hard, pushing yourself between your digits and the bones beneath. A testament to how high he's pushing you.

"I've got it," he grunts.

You fling your arms over your head and let him take over. "Harder," you moan. He obeys. But he's afraid of hurting you. "Harder!"

He glances up at your face with uncertainty in his eye.

"Fucking harder, my prince!" When his fingers are hard enough to bruise, you cry out in approval. "Yes! Yes, just like that! Oh, gods- don't- don't stop!"

The tightness of impeding completion scurries up and down your thighs until they're tight and heavy with it, and your stomach aches. It's coming quickly, but no matter how good he is, how attentive, there's something more you need.

Your body's response to his harsh ministrations pushes him over the edge first. He barely pulls out in time to come across your hip. He pants and groans, his seed as white as his hair. But he's good to you, and even as his orgasm makes his eye roll back and stomach tense and thighs shake, he rubs your cunt fiercely. There's incredible self control in the way he doesn't falter in the rhythm you set together.

"Kiss me!" you beg. The sight and sound of his completion is almost enough to push you over the edge, but you need that pressure, you need that taste, you need-

His mouth takes yours roughly again. It's all lips and tongue and teeth, as hard here as his hand between your legs. It chokes you, steals your breath, blinds you. When you come, you scream for the gods. He rubs you harshly through it, kissing you as you writhe and squirm, as your legs tense and clutch him closer.

"Fuck!" you cry. Tears leak from your eyes. "Stop, stop!"

Prince Aemond stills his hand but keeps it pressed against you. You're glad for the pressure. "I can feel your heart racing here."

You moan softly, and laugh. "Yes, my prince. There's a heartbeat between your thighs, too."

You stretch on the tabletop, and watch as he tucks himself back into his breeches. There's the glisten of seed on his cock still, and you wish he'd let you suck him clean. Instead, you catch his spend on your hip, and trace small patterns with it. He glances at you and sees you lick your finger clean.

"Don't do that."

"Mm. Why not?"

"It is filth."

"It is dragonseed. Is that not sacred?"

He snorts. But still, when you pull him down to kiss warmly, he doesn't protest. "Mmph. It's bitter."

You smile against his lips. "Then eat more fruit. Be sweeter for me."

Prince Aemond is more tender with you this time. Last time, he had seemed ashamed for what you had shared together, and he had sent you quickly from his chambers. This time, though, he enjoys kissing you. He touches the bruises his lips left in moments of passion, and he leaves you only to find a damp cloth to wipe off his spend.

"You would make a fine servant," you giggle as he cleans you. You're still lying back on the table. Maybe when he dines here with his mother and sister tomorrow, he'll think of fucking you again. "So dutiful."

"And you would make a fine lady," he murmurs. "So brazen."

"Do you like your ladies brazen?"

He answers quickly and quietly. "No. But I like you."

Of all the obscene moments you've shared with him, this is the one that makes you blush. "Well then, it is good I was born low, and you were born high. If this is the only way I can have you, so be it."

"You think you have me?" he asks, his brow arched.

You grin up at him, and hold his sweaty hand. "Certainly. I have taken you, after all."

[ladyveronikawrites]

In Your Eyes I See City Lights

Nicholas Ruffilo & Gender Neutral Reader

A little treat for @deathblacksmoke Blurb inspired from this moodboard Just a lot of fluff, please enjoy💛 word count: 667

It’s been one hell of a work week for you, and all you want to do is collapse on the sofa and snuggle up with your boyfriend. You toss your bag on the floor, and just as you are about to slip out of your shoes, Nick hands you your favorite pair of sneakers and his jacket—the same denim jacket he wore on your first date all those years ago. 

“Where are w-” A slender tattooed finger pressed against your lips silences you, but you take his outstretched hand instead. 

“Let me show you.” 

As the cool autumnal air breezes past you, you wrap his jacket tighter around yourself. Hands entwined Nick leads you down the sidewalk into the city. The car lights glow against the remaining puddles on the asphalt. It’s been rainy and cloudy for days now and at times, now more than ever you miss the sun. The dark cold winter days on the east coast are looming. Fresh air in your lungs and your love by your side was just what you needed. Snuggling up against him, he finally breaks the comforting silence. “Almost there, my love.”

Looking over at him, his stunning blue-grey eyes light up and you follow his gaze to the new cafe. There’s an old traffic light lit up green when you walk into the cafe, damp sneakers squeaking along the concrete floor. You take it all the sights, the industrial metal chairs at the counter, road signs decorating the crisp white walls, and the fairy lights hanging from the open glass-paned garage door. “This used to be a motorcycle shop,” Nick says lowly into your ear as your attention returns to him. 

“What did you order us?” you ask as Nick uncurls himself from your embrace. “For you a Vietnamese cold brew and a Thai bubble tea for me.” He grins handing you your drink and clinks your plastic cups together. 

“Dork.”

“I know,” he says proudly. “And you love it.” He leans down to press a tender kiss to your lips. 

“I do.” You smile back at him.

“C’mon.” He links elbows with you and leads you to your next destination. 

Your drinks have long been finished by the time you stroll into the bar. You haven’t been here since the band had their first gig all those years ago. The band has skyrocketed in popularity recently and it makes you dizzy just thinking about it. But Nicky has always stayed the same; the quiet gentleman that opens all your door to the rowdy nerd when his character dies in a video game. He’s always creating and looking at the world around him for inspiration. When he’s home from tour or the tattoo shop he spends his time with you and his cats. 

“Thank you,” you say reaching for his hands across the table. In the dim light of night, his eyes reflect the moon. He looks at your hands before lacing his fingers between yours. 

“Of course, doll. I know you’ve been working a lot these past few weeks and I am so proud of you, but you also need to take care of yourself.” He smiles softly at you as you take in his words, sometimes you feel like you don’t deserve his kindness and generosity especially when you’ve been so worn down.

A gentle squeeze of your hands pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. 

“You know that I love you, right?” His cheeks flush a little and he suddenly gets shy when you look up at him. Like he still needs to pinch himself to remind him that you are real and that he is still the luckiest guy on earth to get to spend every day with you.

“Yeah, I know.” You squeeze him back wishing you could punch him in the arm for getting sappy. But you know it's sincere. And you need the reminder too, that despite how crazy life can get that he still loves you. 

“I love you too.”

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[mymegrokosmos]

hi, could i request a tbz reaction to their s/o being cold? i love your writings btw, tysm!!

ah tysm anon! i'm glad you enjoy! 💜 please let me know if i understood this correctly. my brain is in autumn mode rn so this went a little halloweeny if you squint, i hope that's okay.

bf the boyz reactions when you're cold ❄️

sangyeon will tease you a little bit, just bc he can and he finds it cute when you pout back at him, but will ultimately be a gentleman. slips an arm around your shoulders and tugs you against his side, other hand rubbing your thigh or back as he lets you snuggle in close and steal his body heat. if you make those big doe eyes at him he'll also make you a cup of your favourite hot drink and let you borrow one of his sweaters while you settle in to watch your favourite spooky show together.

jacob is such a sweetheart. he's immediately asking if you need anything and pulling you close. he might be laughing just a little bit but quickly relents when you slide your cold hands under his shirt and splay them on his stomach or back. yelps and insists on wrapping you both in a big fluffy blanket until you warm up. he is so not at happy for the excuse to cuddle you nope that's definitely not it at all.

younghoon is already curled up in his coziest sweater and clinging onto you like your body heat is going to save you both. will suggest a hot bath together or a blanket fort (in bed or on the sofa, whichever you prefer) bc cuddles are always warm right? you end up with candles lit, soft music playing and matching sweatsuits on as you bake cookies together and snuggle up in your fort to make the most of the rainy evening watching your favourite animated films together.

hyunjae is a human space heater. the minute you start shivering he is poking fun and laughing at your whining while you cling to him. secretly loves it please never stop treating him like your very own personal heated blanket. will sulk and complain if you wrap yourself in a blanket or steal a hoodie to keep you warm bc he is literally right there what do you mean you don't want him wrapped around you like a spidermonkey while you go about your daily tasks?

juyeon is already bundling you into matching oversized sweaters bc if he is cold then so are you, guaranteed. back hugging you while you make you both something warm to eat, hands in the front pockets of your jumper and chin on shoulder. nuzzles his nose or cheek against yours while he talks to you as you cook, watching every step and going to grab anything that's out of your reach but not staying away from you too long. definitely sways with you and hums, sliding cold fingers under the hem of your shirt while you're trying to focus bc let's be real he has to be a little bit of a menace.

kevin will absolutely make you repeat yourself 6 times with the biggest smile on your face before he gives in and helps. cue 'i'm sorry love, what was that? can you say it again baby?'. playful but the minute he sees you're actually cold is wrapping you in the fluffiest blanket and bundling you into the kitchen to make you both cups of hot cocoa. keeps rubbing your arms and pressing little butterfly kisses to your nose and cheeks, mumbling about how frozen you are and probably singing the soundtrack just bc that's how his brain works. will 100% run you a hot bath and lay out some of his clothes fresh out of a quick tumble around in the dryer for you to wear.

chanhee will already have coordinating cozy outfits laid out on the radiator warming up for both of you to change into. let's be real this man already has negative body heat, he has none to share with you so he's an expert at tricks for keeping warm. probably has hot packs hidden away all over your apartment just for these kinds of scenarios. he's running the hottest bath possible with your favourite scented soaps and bubbles he's determined to make this a luxurious experience okay and is queuing up your favourite show to watch together while you soak. you will find yourself snuggled into a blanket cocoon in bed afterwards with takeout and snacks littered around. warming up is a very serious activity and chanhee won't spare anything to make sure you're both content and comfortable. and also looking cute in matching pyjama sets while you do it. he's probably made it a couple skincare day since you're laying around anyway.

changmin doesn't hesitate to pull you into his arms, already laughing and teasing you with a big smile on his face. he only razzes you a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead and taking your hands in both of his to rub some warmth into them. will absolutely wear his biggest sweater and insist on sharing so you both end up squished into it, you settled on his lap while he rubs your thigh with one hand and keeps you pressed close with the other. probably blinks at you and innocently suggests kisses will warm you up not just bc he wants some ofc. you will end up with a mug of hot cider, tea or hot chocolate snuggled up on the sofa watching scary movies until he deems you warm enough which honestly will be never bc he is not letting you go you're stuck in his arms for the rest of the night now good luck.

haknyeon probably already turning on the fireplace/heating and bringing you one of his jumpers to snuggle up in. this man is a sweetheart so he definitely makes you a hot beverage but will make little comments every time he walks past and tease you if you complain. despite that sits beside you and pats his lap for you to put your feet up, slipping on some warm socks and rubbing your calves. sits pressed close so you can steal his body heat, thumb stroking your ankle and throw blanket from the back of the sofa draped over your shoulders. he just wants you to be as comfy and cozy as possible at all times honestly.

sunwoo already has the blanket fort started. you are absolutely wearing his sweats and hoodie. he zipped you into them. pouts if you don't drop whatever you're doing to come cuddle under the blankets with him even though he definitely screeches when your cold hands or feet come into contact with his skin. asks you how you got this cold like it's somehow your fault your extremities are blocks of ice and yaps about how you should take better care of yourself so he doesn't come home to you frozen one day. will look into how to improve poor blood circulation and stock up on home remedies & items the internet tells him help. won't tell you about it but the next time you complain about being cold or he catches you shivering you can bet your boyfriend is prepared. beyond prepared. and very proud of himself about it.

eric takes a minute to notice you shivering, caught up in arguing with sunwoo over the video game they're currently losing. once he does he's quick to pause and get you a sweater, make you something hot to drink and order some warm food for you both. fighting with his friends can wait, the teasing will be worth it later, his priority is making sure you get warm. another one who makes a pile of blankets and uses cuddling up with you as an excuse to watch ghibli movies or his favourite anime since you need his body heat and can't escape. somehow falls asleep like fifteen minutes in with his head on your chest, arms still wrapped around your waist and your hands in his hair. yeah that's baby your honour he was probably talking your ear off right up until he zonked out on you. at least he's cute pls let him get away with it he just wanted to make sure you didn't turn into an ice cube. he means well and loves you very much. he's just a big soft puppy really.

[robbiefischer]

I’d love to know 🩹💯 and 💜 for love of my life Julian if you’re able please?

Tysm for asking about my favorite boy ❤️❤️ Julian asks nourish my soul more than anything else.

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

Julian's asthmatic. He has some joint hypermobility issues - he's prone to subluxations, particularly in his ankles and his left shoulder, will get some joint soreness and stiffness during flares, and he bruises incredibly easily - but they don't quite rise to the level of a joint hypermobility syndrome diagnosis. He's been diagnosed with PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder and panic disorder. He's been in therapy since his late teens and is still in it to this day, although at this point he usually does monthly maintenance visits as between medication and coping skills, he usually has things pretty well under control. If he's really stressed or struggling with it, his therapist will fit him in more regularly for a few months until he's feeling more stable and coping better.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

- Julian keeps what's basically a visual gratitude journal on a daily basis - he has sketchbooks full of sketches of his favorite things/people/places and things/moments that make him feel happy and safe. Approximately 85% of the pages are covered in quick portraits of Niko. He had a therapist suggest it as a grounding technique and he's kept up the habit for years.

- Julian loves grey, rainy days more than anything else, specifically grey, rainy late-autumn days. He loves being out in them, but his favorite thing is to have the day in so he can curl up on the couch with his guitar or sketchbook, a cup of tea, a plush blanket and just vibe to the sound of rain pelting on the windows. If there's a fire made, even better. Boy loves to be cozy.

- He'll absolutely melt if you play with his hair. It's so soothing for him; It'll put him to sleep if he's really tired but too keyed up and anxious to fall asleep, or help with the pain if his head hurts. It calms him down if he's not feeling well and is upset and getting teary about it. It helps him feel grounded after a panic attack. Even if there's nothing really wrong, Niko playing with his hair while he rests his head in Niko's lap always lifts his spirits and makes him feel so cared for.

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

Julian's background is mostly Irish, French, English and Scottish, with a twist of Finnish and German in there. He's your pretty classic Western European mix.

[catchingbigfish]

Happy STS! What does your character's morning routine look like? Share a snippet about it if you like 💜

happy STS! tysm for the ask!

i'll answer for Rose and Josephine combined bc they live together for a good chunk of conversion.

whoever wakes up first starts making coffee; Josephine is a coffee snob, so she doesn't have a drip maker and had to teach Rose how to use a french press.

if Josephine wakes up first, she knocks on Rose's door to make sure she's awake before heading to the kitchen. Josephine has a whole game she plays where she starts the timer for the french press and tries to get as much done as she can, like brushing her teeth or getting dressed or setting out coffee mugs, before it goes off.

Rose is much sleepier in the mornings, but sometimes she wakes up and can't get back to sleep, so she'll start the french press and just hover over the coffee station until it's done, sometimes flipping through her news app and other times nodding off while standing until the timer goes off. the smell of coffee is like an alarm clock for Josephine, so she'll pour her a cup and then move on to other morning tasks while she waits for Josephine to join her. Josephine drinks her coffee black and Rose drinks an almost 1:1 ratio of coffee to creamer.

when the coffee is done, they eat breakfast. Rose tends to cook in the mornings and Josephine handles dinner unless they've agreed otherwise in advance. Rose makes scrambled eggs and toast and Josephine usually has fresh cut fruit with it. once Rose finishes eating, she does all her other morning tasks like brushing her teeth or taking her medicine while Josephine cleans up the dishes.

[oraclemoontarot]

Hiii dear just found ur account ur energy feels lovely 💜

I wanted to request a reading:

1 i feel like i lost my spark when it cme do something like i feel like i can do more but i dont find any spark inside me to light up my creativity?

Initial:m thanks dear

hii, tysm and ofc!! here's the reading you requested 💗

requested reading ★

how can I relight my creative spark ୨୧

cards pulled: wheel of fortune, king of pentacles, three of cups, six of cups + seven of pentacles

the nine of swords almost fell out multiple times, so it seems as though this is something you're worried about and likely think about a lot.

it is important that you first acknowledge that creative sparks come and go, like the wheel of fortune, it is a continuous cycle. it's normal for you to not have that creative spark at times, but you should also remain open to any random encounters of inspiration and opportunity. the king of pentacles urges you to approach it with practicality - try setting aside time for yourself to experiment, research, brainstorm or to practice skills surrounding your creative pursuits.

with the three and six of cups, spending time around people and friends could help you a lot, they may inspire your creative side or help you with providing ideas. surrounding yourself with nostalgia may also prove to be beneficial - maybe look at your old art (if that is linked to your creative spark) etc.

overall, with the seven of pentacles, it's important that you remain patient yet set aside goals to practice on your skills. things like those can help inspire you little by little. and remember not to be discouraged, a lot of artists/creative people go through blocks and a lack of inspiration for periods of time, but the fact that you are worried/asking about it means that the spark is not gone completely, it just needs to be relit.

[trivialoveclub]

hii!! 🤓 1, 15, 22, & 35!! 💜💟

💿 1. your favorite song

don't : eAeon ft. rm "what color are waves / white as snow when they break / did you survive the drift okay / still as a pebble, could you stay"

💿 15. a song to listen to on rainy days

forever rain : rm "when it rains i get a little feeling that i do have a friend / keeps knocking on my windows / asks me if i'm doing well"

💿 22. a song by your favorite artist/band

black swan (orchestral ver) : bts "if this can no longer resonate / no longer make my heart vibrate / then like this may be how i die my first death / but what if that moment's right now"

💿 35. a song that motivates you

best part : day6 "everyday that is given to me is gonna be my best part"

✨️send a song ask! ✨️

[base0h]

Hello there 👋. If it's ok with you, may I request for ASL brothers + katakuri ? How would they react upon witnessing their fem s/o who just fall from a flight of stairs just casually get up, not saying anything, dust herself off and walk away as if she didn't just fall from a really high place and injuring her head ? Blood obviously dripping down from her forehead like she just got smashed to the head with a bear bottle but her expression stays nonchalant. Idk why when this scene first play in my head I find it funny 💀 you can ignore this if you want to btw ☺️. No pressure 👌

a/n - pls this idea is so funny 😭 I love it- tysm for this anon!!

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader, modern au, Katakuri needs therapy

- The way he literally just stood there, a handful of potato chips in his mouth, mismatching socks, and only having his boxers on as you fell down the stairs

- he stopped chewing, watching you immediately get up as if nothing happened, blood clearly starting to drip down your nose and forehead from impact

- He kept looking back and forth at you who was now watching tv on the couch as if you didn’t just fall down a long flight of WOODEN stairs…?

- He giggled, running up the stairs and fucking jumping off them like a dumbass

- he took your actions as a “skills of falling down the stairs” challenge which he gladly took

- “WHEEEEEE- OOF-“

- ran straight into the wall, putting a dent, making the lamp above him fall on top of him

- “I’m- fine-! Shishi~” *dies*

- he tried to be like you, didn’t work out very well

- lots of ice packs and kisses followed afterwards tho 💜💜

- also yes he’s still only in his underwear and mismatching socks

- Bold of you to assume you could even fall down the stairs without him being right there to catch you before you fall 🙃

- ok let’s just say he wasn’t payin attention

- You took one wrong step down the stairs, skipping a step as you slid down, flipping forward and slamming your face into the ground rather- harshly

- You could hear boots thudding from the hall, scrambling feet, and in the blink of an eye, Katakuri slid on the wooden floors to find you collapsed on the ground in front of the stairs

- *panic attack starts*

- Literally FREAKING OUT

- You just stood up, wiping your bloody nose and going to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast

- He stood there, blinking however many times before he walked over to you silently

- “…are you ok?”

- you had the absolute audacity to look at him with the most confused expression as if nothing happened at all

- “What do you mean? Yeah I’m fine why?”

- watch him walk out that door right now

- He put those guard rails on the stairs, and non-slip pads on the wooden steps 😭

- he’s doing everything in his power to make sure you don’t fall down again 🥺

- I just know this man has an issue with stairs, going up and going down them

- You were wearing socks! It was pretty much setting up for your demise against the stairway

- You slipped, sliding down on your ass before flipping forward, skidding to a stop on your face, your legs comically flying above your head before you stopped

- Ace was standing there in disbelief with a mouthful of cereal, the spoon still in his mouth

- Everything was silent as you got up, brushing your clothes off before grabbing a cup of water as if blood wasn’t clearly dripping down your face

- Ace rushed over to you, dropping the whole bowl of cereal before grabbing your head with his hands worriedly

- “Are you ok?! Y/n YOU JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!”

- “Do I have to get Marco? Probably- right?! Oh shit.”

- his hands lit on fire from worry, lighting your- hair on fire…

- Started screaming, and you were absolutely clueless as to what was happening

- He grabbed the milk carton and started dunking your head in it, slapping the fire on your head before it could burn any of your hair.

- it ended with ace cleaning up at least a gallon of milk, and a trip to Marco’s 👍

- he’d just be minding his own business, doing some reading as he sipped his cup of tea peacefully

- That was interrupted by you flying down the stairs, hitting your head against the table leg underneath him with a thud

- he swore you’d almost broken the leg in half 💀

- You got up, continuing to hum a tune as you grabbed some breakfast, sitting right next to him as you started scrolling on your phone, blood dripping down your face

- He was scared? Of you? No- for your safety and well-being? How tf did you fall down a whole ass flight of stairs and not start wincing in pain? Was it true? Were you actually a demon?

- you looked over at him to see him staring at you with the most concerned look you had ever seen

- “Morning Sabo!”

- You kissed his cheek, wiping the blood off your bruised face with a paper towel before going back to your phone nonchalantly

- Was he hallucinating? No- you fell down the stairs just now! He wasn’t dreaming or anything!

- He put his hand on your shoulder and took a deep breath, “Y/n… I think we need to see a doctor.”

- man got so serious about it help 💀

- started looking up, “fell down stairs, did not react disease?”

- “high pain tolerance?”

- “can’t feel pain disease”

- “SHOULD I CALL AN EXORCIST?”

- “exorcistdemon.org”

a/n - pls sabo would think you’re possessed 💀

[luveline]

zombie!au - r having intense nightmares after her kidnapping and Steve comforting her through them? There is something about overprotective Steve that just does something to me. Thank you for all your lovely writing 💜💜

tysm your request! I'm sorry the nightmares aren't overly intense but I'm happy to write more for it if you want to see a really bad one, I focused heavy on the comfort! steve zombie!au | fem!reader

Steve strokes the line between your eyebrows. The room is dark beside the moonlight, white and bright and spilling through the closed curtains. It rests over the slope of your cheek, and the eye not hidden by your pillow, dances between the hairs that make up your eyebrows and the softer, thinner ones between them. 

He lets his palm rub down your face, curling it closed behind your neck, and presses his forehead to yours. You've been sleeping for an hour now and have yet to stir. He hopes the nightmare won't happen tonight, that you might finally get a good night's rest. 

"Goodnight," he whispers, barely a sound. 

He's not sure how long he sleeps. What he gets is dreamless and thick, the heavy weight of submersion at the bottom of a swimming pool. He hears your warped voice, his ears popping as he crawls back to the surface of consciousness. 

"Don't," you're saying. It's what you always say. "My hands. Don't tie my hands." 

Steve sits up slowly, not wanting to scare you worse than you already are. By the time he takes your hands into his you've stopped talking, roused by his movements. The after of the nightmares never last. You don't feel the urgency of the memory once you're awake properly, but you do remember. You struggle into a sitting position.

He holds your fingers in his. Curls them over his index fingers, thumbs bumping in sync up and down the small hills of your knuckles. 

"Sorry to wake you up," you say. 

"You're shaking." 

"I think I'm cold." 

He lets go of one trembling hand to reach toward the blanket he'd layered at the end of the bed. He drapes it over your shoulders, tucking it right up to your neck. 

"I don't want you to be sorry for waking me up, okay?" he asks, cupping your cheek briefly before letting his hand fall back to the heap of yours in your lap. 

"It must get annoying." 

He shakes his head, lips pressed together in a firm line. "Never."

You nod like you don't believe him and pull your hands away from his. You start to pick at your short nails, lip wobbling. He doesn't know how to make this better, but he'd made you a promise. 

"You want a drink, honey?" he asks, hoping the pet name will emphasise how loved you are. I'm sorry I'm not doing what I said I would. I said I'd make it okay, he thinks. 

"Yes," you say, and your movement loosens the first fat tear. 

He pinches it off of your cheek gently and leans down in bed, hand feeling blindly across the floor by the bed for the metal water bottle. He unscrews it, offers it to you, and frowns when you take it. 

"What's wrong?" he asks finally. 

He thinks it's better to admit he doesn't know what you need comforting for than to let you think he doesn't care, even if he looks stupid while asking. And obviously he knows you're upset about what happened to you. Being taken as you had been, being zip tied and threatened and made to think you might be hurt or killed, none of that is fair or easy. He understands why you're not coping well in the after. 

You sigh and take a little sip of water and pass the bottle back to him. He puts it on the floor again.

"I know how you must be feeling," he says softly, "but if you could just tell me what's making you so…" scared. "What's making you cry. I'm right here, baby." 

You look up at him with eyes full of shimmering tears, a wobbly smile forcing a second and third to race down to your chin. They've crested the soft line of your jaw and wet the neck of your shirt before he can stop them. 

"I really want a hug," you say thickly.

He puts his arm behind your back. "You don't have to ask," he says, trying for some lightness. "Not now, not ever." 

Perhaps he hadn't been very touchy when you first met, or for some time after that, but he hopes you know how loved you are. Steve is young and he hadn't been all that sure about love before he met you, didn't know if it was something you gave or something you begged for. 

Now he knows it's this. A tight hug in the dark. Whispered assurances. The heat of the person you'd die for seeping into your skin. 

He doesn't know if you know how loved you are, but there's an easy way to fix that.

"Since when do you ask for a hug?" he teases, back twisted uncomfortably to make sure you're as encompassed by his arms as you can possibly be. 

"I wasn't asking," you argue weakly.

"No, and you shouldn't. What kind of guy does that make me? My girl begging for hugs, can you imagine?" He presses his lips lips to the tail of your eyebrow. "No," he murmurs against your skin. "No, you weren't asking, 'cause you don't need to. I'm your personal hug factory." 

You laugh and sniffle, sounding stuffed up. 

"Forever," he threatens. "This is it, bub." 

"Oh no," you drawl, attempting some drama. It warms his heart.

He pulls back from the hug enough to see your face. Your hands play loosely at his waist, shifting and furling into the fabric of his too-big sleep shirt like you're not sure what to do with them. 

"If you want to talk about. If you want to tell me anything, I'll listen. I'll try to say the right thing," he says to you, laying it down one timid word at a time. 

"Stevie, I know." 

He shakes off his hesitance like an ill-fitting costume.

"I know you know." He's more bravado than boy. He loves you. "But I thought I'd give you a reminder, that's all." 

You lick your chapped lips and, in the light, Steve can see the small scabs on your cheeks either side of your mouth. He thinks of how tightly someone would have to squeeze you to leave marks like that, and he clenches his jaw. 

"You want to lie down again?" he asks. 

You answer without talking, pushing your weight into his chest and encouraging him back into the mattress and your blissfully clean sheets. You're stiff for a few minutes, worried you'll fall into another nightmare, but Steve doesn't mind working you down. He kisses the top of your head intermittently, stroking a practised back and forth between your strung shoulders. He whispers a small declaration of love. 

"Thank you for taking care of me," you say, a slurry of sloppy syllables as your breathing evens out. 

"It's what I'm here for." It's the full and absolute truth.

[botanists-little-cookie]

To my little light, It is a great weight that you have been baring as of late, and though I can not hold you at this moment, know that you are all that occupies my mind. Your strength in these times will always amaze me, my dearest. You're doing so well. Thank you for being here, for being mine. Yours, always, Lynette.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[anyamaris]

No One But You

Word Count-11k

Summary- Years of pining for one of your closest friends turned roommate has grown tiring, so you finally decide to give up and start dating.

Pairing- Yeosang x f!Reader

Trope-Roommates to lovers AU

Warnings-Vulgarity, unprotected sex (don't do this irl), marking, biting, bruising, MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @thelargefrye

TYSM to @cafekitsune for banners!

A/N-Ok so I love Yeosang and I had to write this. I HAD TO. It's long, yes I got carried away, as always. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading 🤍💜🤍

Taking your glasses off, you rub your eyes.  Checking the clock, it reads 1:46am, far too late to be still sitting here staring at the screen of your computer.  You yawn and check your coffee cup, realizing it's empty.  Might as well make another, you think, stretching. 

Pulling your sweater around you as you make your way to the kitchen, you notice your roommate's door was open, his light off.  Must still be out, you think.  Sighing, you turn on the kettle to boil some water. 

It had been quite a few months since one of your closest friends had convinced you to let him move in, after his housing situation had changed.  His roommates had moved out of town and he was looking for his own place.  Wooyoung had meddled and casually mentioned that you had an open room.  Against your better judgment, you just couldn't say no to him when his eyes lit up with excitement. 

How could you deny him a place to live?  The issue was, it wasn't a hardship for you, living with Yeosang.  Quite the opposite, in fact.  You'd known him as well as Wooyoung and the others since your college days, years ago.  Your friend group was pretty close knit, and minus a few people who'd moved away over the years, you'd all stayed close and still hung out regularly. 

Yeosang himself was a very kind, sweet person, always smiling and everyone adored him.  He liked to tease sometimes, he could be slightly savage, and he was a little quirky.  And he was so adorable when he got shy.  Shaking your head, you pull the kettle off as it starts to whistle and make some instant coffee. 

No, it wasn't a hardship at all, living with him... unless you counted the massive crush you'd had on him for ages. 

You'd done your best to suppress it, especially around your friend group.  But after more than four years, holding everything in was just starting to be unhealthy for you.  And now, he was living with you. 

Making your way back to your room, you glance once more at the open door to his room before going back to work.

Shooting off an email to your editor, you decide to spend the day taking care of some adulting.  Groceries, cleaning, maybe harass some friends into lunch, you think.  Making your way to the bathroom to shower, you notice that Yeosang's door is closed. 

So he had come home, you think, then shake your head.  He was your roommate, it was none of your business what he did.  Still...you couldn't help but wonder if he'd been out with a girl. 

You take a long, hot shower, keeping your mind on your plans for the day.  You'd texted Yunho earlier, since he was the only one you knew would be up and around at this time and wasn't working. 

Once you finish and dry off, you check your texts and sure enough, he was happy to meet. 

'Meet at 1130a at the place?' send back and smile.  "The place" was the local coffee shop and you really needed some right now.  You'd stayed up far too late writing and you needed your fix. 

'Sure.  Bad night?' his text comes back and you shake your head, smiling slightly at how well he knew you. 

'Bleh, just stayed up late.  See you then.' 

You dry your hair with the towel and then hang it, opening the door to walk out to your room.  But you run straight into Yeosang. 

"Oh, hey! Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." he says, glancing down at your towel clad form.  Blushing, you clear your throat and look away.  "No problem, sorry I forgot my, uh, bathrobe.." you mutter, feeling stupid. 

He puts his hands up, glancing away as well.  "I wouldn't look, don't worry!" he says, laughing a bit.  Instead of responding with your own laugh, you can't help but feel a pang in your chest.  Of course, you knew he was respectful....but dammit you didn't want him to be. 

You just mumble another sorry and run off to your room, leaving him to the bathroom.  Shutting your door behind you, you clutch your fist at how much harder this was living with him.  Angrily, you just toss the stupid towel and find some random clothes to go meet Yunho in. 

"Come on, at least try to smile," Yunho says, leaning back and sipping his drink.  You just frown at him, annoyed that he could tell you were moody. "Tell me what's going on." he says, just giving you his know it all look that you hated so much.

"Shithead.  Fine....just staying up late and writing headaches...not sleeping well.  The norm." you rattle off, then look down into your drink.  "Mhm....." he says and you look at him.  "What?" you ask, irritated. 

"Living with Yeosang getting annoying?" he asks and you shake your head.  "No, not at all.  He's a good roommate." you say and sigh.  "Hmm.." he says and you roll your eyes.  "Shut it, pal, don't act like you know everything.  I'm just frustrated about work and stuff." you huff and he laughs. 

"You're too easy to tease.  Besides, you love me.  We both know it.  Hmm...though I think I know what you need." he says, wiggling his eyebrows.  "Oh this should be good...go ahead." you gesture grandly with your hand, mildly curious as to what his 'fix' is. 

"You know, I've never seen you date anyone after that guy when we all first met.  I think you broke up within the first year or so, yeah?" you just nod, trying to remember.  He was fine, you both just wanted to focus on school instead of dating. 

"So, maybe you need to start dating again." he says, just staring at you.  You snort, giving him a weird look.  "Date? Ugh..." you can't help but think about a certain man living with you before you shake your head. 

"I don't know." you just say, thinking.  "Maybe...I don't know." you groan, putting your head on the table.  "Doesn't hurt to put yourself out there, you know.  Maybe you just need a little...attention..." he smirks, giving you a lewd look and you kick him in the shin. 

"OW! Oh come on, you know it wouldn't hurt to have some human companionship.  Hell, see if Yeosang-" he starts but you cut him off. 

"FINE! I'll...I'll put myself out there....just shut up, alright?" you say, rubbing your head.  Maybe he was right.  Maybe you just needed to get your mind off of the impossible by doing something practical like actually dating.  Pining for someone this long definitely was not healthy. 

"Looking forward to the show." Yunho just taunts and you sigh, already annoyed with the whole idea.

"Ok....how do people do this crap nowadays?" you mutter, staring at your phone for inspiration.  You were sitting on your couch the next day, with a show on in the background while you decided how to go about this whole dating idea. 

That's how you are when Yeosang plops down next to you on the couch, glancing at your phone before you can even react.  "Whatcha doin?" he asks, curious.  You struggle as he leans in close, warring between excitement over his scent and wanting to cry from frustration.  Oh you definitely needed to get out there and do something about this. 

"Just...trying to figure out how people do this...dating stuff." you say, flicking your eyes over at him.  He'd just gotten out of the shower and his dark hair was hanging in his face.  You clench your jaw at the urge to brush his hair back. 

"Dating?" he asks, tilting his head.  "Yeah....Yunho was saying I should get back out there, you know...." you respond, trailing off, feeling silly.  How awkward, you'd basically just admitted how inept you were at even knowing how to deal with dating apps.  Great.

"How do I.. ...Do you use this kind of thing?" you ask, holding up your phone.  "Apps? Uh...no." he says, biting at his lip.  "Oh...yeah you probably don't need those," you say, trying to laugh.  "It's been a long time since I last dated...probably right around when I met you guys." you remind him and he looks like he's thinking.  "Were you dating someone? I don't remember." he says, and you just shrug.  "It wasn't serious, and we both decided to focus on school.  Nothing special." you wave your hand, dismissing it. 

"So...yay.." you say as you start plugging info into the  dating app.  You wince at him dramatically and he laughs, making you actually smile.  The man did not need to be this cute, you think.  Be grateful you are friends, idiot.

"Did you...want to help me?" you ask him, and he looks up at you.  He's sitting so close to you that you inhale sharply before you can stop yourself.  His dark eyes study yours for a moment and you daydream for a split second that there is something there, but then he's looking down at your phone and you stop pretending. 

"Um, I don't know what kind of help I'll be...but if you'd like me to, I'll try." he says, smiling up at you again.  Right...if there was something there, he'd be saying, no don't try to date.  Not sure, I'll help, you think.  This was definitely the right thing, for both of you.

You just do the basics, then you realize how boring this will be for him.  "Yeo, you can go do whatever you were doing.  This is nothing fun for you, but I do appreciate your company and help." you smile at him and he just nods.  "Want some coffee?" he asks and you just sigh heavily, "Yesssssssssss" and he wanders into the kitchen, laughing.

After finishing the profile on your account, you find a picture of yourself and upload it, then toss your phone to the side.  "Mmm coffee." you say, finishing the cup Yeosang had brought you before getting up to go work on some things. 

After working, you'd fallen asleep at your desk, as usual.  Yawning, you berate yourself for sleeping again like that, your neck none too pleased with you. 

You wander out into the living room, noticing that Yeosang must have left.  Shrugging, you make your way to your phone, opening to check for messages.  You had a few from Wooyoung and Yunho, and one from Seonghwa about meeting up with the group the following weekend.  I guess everyone is off, you think, smiling with the thought of seeing everyone together.  That would definitely make your mood better. 

Then you notice that you have a few notifications on your dating app.  Already? you think, opening them.  You wander back to your room, scrolling through the messages and checking profiles.  Hm...maybe this wasn't such a bad thing, you think, some of them were sorta decent....

And that's basically how it goes for the next day or two.  Just checking notifications, working, sleeping, forgetting to eat.  The normal.  You'd messaged a few of the guys back but nothing had stuck.  On the third day on the app, you started messaging someone halfway promising.  He was really nice, his conversation was at least mildly interesting and he was decent looking to top it off. 

By the next day, you found yourself continuing to talk to him.  You'd barely seen Yeosang, which wasn't abnormal during the week.  You tended to stay up til all hours of the night and he was always out, probably in the practice room with the other guys.  Or out with a girl, you think, then smack yourself.  STOP IT.  Date someone that will like you back, stupid. You think.  You open your app again to talk to your potential guy.

Ryan, he said his name was, you remind yourself as you get ready for your date.  You text Yunho to let him know you were actually going through with it.  'Happy?' you send and then put your phone away, checking your lipstick.  You wore makeup occasionally but this was the first time in a while you'd made yourself up for someone else.

Except for Yeos- "Shut upppp" you hiss at yourself. Smiling in the mirror, you decide that's as good as it's gonna get, then you open the door to head out.  You stop as you catch sight of Yeosang in the kitchen.  "Oh, hey, I didn't know you were home." you say as he turns to smile at you.  "Oh hi-wow you're all dressed up...you look nice." he says. 

Trying to keep from blushing too noticeably you just grin.  "Thank you, uh...yeah I didn't get a chance to tell you.." you say, pulling at your skirt.  "I uh...so I met someone on that app."

"Oh." he says, nodding slowly.  "That's good, are you..?" he asks, and you nod, "Yeah! I'm going on a date!" you say, feeling incredibly awkward all of a sudden.  The forced excitement was a bit much, Y/n, you think. 

"Anyhow, um...so I'll be back later, you have the place to yourself for once!" you say, turning to go.  "Oh, yeah...good luck." he says and you wave, heading out the door before you can make more of an ass of yourself. 

You catch a cab to the restaurant Ryan had suggested and walk in at promptly 7p.  You'd worn one of the few dresses you owned, so you hope you looked nice.  Yeosang said I looked nice, you think, your mind wandering to his pretty eyes as he looked- Oh my god...you're not doing this right now! You shake yourself out of the thought of him and walk up to ask if your date was here.

You're directed to a small table out of the way and nervously approach the gentleman seated.  "Uh, hello, Ryan?" you ask.  The man stands and smiles at you, going to shake your hand then stopping, fumbling a bit with his suit jacket before he just gestures to the seat for you. 

You sit down as he awkwardly adjusts his menu and place setting, clearing his throat.  "Yes, um, hi....yes I'm Ryan." You smile at his shyness and feel slightly more comfortable.  It was a little cute how he was so nervous.  "I'm Y/n." you say.  "Yes, oh yes, you look um...very nice this evening..." he says, then glances around, signaling to the server.  While he speaks to the man, your phone buzzes. 

Checking it quickly, you notice that it's from Yeosang. Huh? Yeosang? What ...he almost never texted you without a reason.  "Hey, just letting you know a few of the guys are coming over, hope that's ok with you.  I just wanted to let you know when you came back.  Have fun on your date." it says and you just frown. 

Just having people over.  You grimace, setting your phone to the side, intent on having a good first date.

It was fairly uneventful, Ryan was a nice looking guy, actually fairly tall with short dark hair and dark eyes.  He had a nice smile when he wasn't fumbling awkwardly around with things.  

By the end, you felt like it was a decent time.  You knew your heart lay somewhere else but this was only the first step.  Bidding him a goodnight, he helps you into a cab and promises to call you. 

'Hey, guess who just had a great date?' you text to Yunho, wincing at the overemphasis but not wanting to sound disappointing or lacking in any way.  'oho, did you like him?' he responds and you just sigh, looking out the foggy window for a moment.  You breathe on it and draw a heart on the window.  He wasn't Yeosang...but that wasn't fair to anyone you went out with. 

You had to give others a fair chance.  No one would ever be Yeosang, and that was just something you had to deal with.  It wasn't the fault of anyone else and eventually you'd be able to not feel anything for Yeosang at all.  Then all would be happy in the world!

If only.

You arrive home at your apartment to the sounds of voices in the living room.  You slip out of your heels and grab them, tossing your keys in the basket.

Stopping to watch them all, you take in the scene before you and can't help but smile.  Yeosang and Jongho were playing some video games and laughing, harassing each other from the sounds of it.  Yunho was sitting on the floor to the side, eating something and joining in the ribbing.  Mingi and San looked like they were just watching the fun. 

You turn to go to your room to change, but you notice Seonghwa and Wooyoung in the kitchen area, so you stop to say hello.  "MY BABY!" Wooyoung exclaims as he spots you, then he's racing over to scoop you up and spin you around.  "Look at you, all dressed up and sexy.  You knew I'd be here, didn't you?" he says with a dimpled smirk and you snort, slapping him.  "So...how'd it go?" he asks more quietly, putting an arm around you. "Mm..was good.." you say, trailing off, looking up at him.  His eyes search yours and soften, chucking you under the chin before he drags you into the kitchen with Seonghwa. 

"Hey you," Hwa says as he does some dishes.  "Hwa! You don't need to be doing that," you sigh, pushing him out of the way.  "Huh? Why not? We came over, so we can clean." you just glare at him until he puts his hands up, laughing.  "No, Woo can help me and you can go relax."  you gesture to the other room and Hwa just pats your head, giving you a brief hug then joining the others. 

"Why meeee?" Woo whines and you just roll your eyes.  "Because I know you were just harassing him without helping.  So now you can keep me company and help, cause you love me oh so much." you stick out your tongue and he beams, snuggling up next to you to start helping.  He was so easy, you think, smirking at your win. 

"I do love you oh so much....so tell the one who adores you all about your hot date." he waggles his eyebrows and you elbow him, snorting. 

"Fine, fine..." you say, regaling him with the fairly uninteresting but decent night you'd had.  "So, another date then?" he asks, drying his hands as you finish up. 

"Mmm...maybe...if he asks, I don't see why not." you respond, shrugging.  Eyeing you, he leans back to study you.  "You don't seem all that excited, babe.  You should be wanting to gush..." he squints at you and you just sigh.  "Maybe I'm not a gusher, Woo." you say and he gives you a lewd look before you realize your comment. 

'Ew GET LOST YOU PERVERT!" you yell, chasing him out of the kitchen with a towel.  Shaking your head you go to your room to change.  Throwing on some sweats and washing your face, you go join the group to chat and watch the fun.

Standing behind the couch as you watch them all chat, you can't help but smile.  It was nice to come home to this tonight, you think.  The date was fine but you definitely felt out of your element.  This was comforting.  Seonghwa happens to notice you and he smiles brightly, gesturing for you to come sit with him. 

You go slip in the oversized chair next to him as he raises his arm to let you curl up next to him.  You absolutely loved how cuddly all your guys were with you...well...everyone except Yeosang got cuddly with you.  You glance over at him, watching him laugh and smile, and just turn your face into Hwa's shirt. 

"Aww, what's wrong?" he asks and you take a moment before you look up at him.  His face is filled with concern and you just shake your head.  "Just sleepy," you say and he pinches your nose.  "This guy, was he nice?" he asks and you just shrug.  Staring at you for a long moment, he just looks back at everyone playing and toys with your hair with a "hmm."

"Y/n! I didn't see you come in!" San cries, crawling over to hug your leg.  You pat his head as the rest take notice of you.  "Hwa always gets the cuddles," San is pouting and you just laugh at him.  "You want cuddles, Sannie?" you ask him and he nods, reaching out his arms.  Launching yourself at him as Hwa lets you go, you begin tickling him, eliciting a lot of laughter and squeaks from the man. 

"She went on a date tonight, San!" Woo says, smirking at you.  "What? Why?" San asks and he stops laughing, turning to frown at you.  "What do you mean, why? She hasn't dated since the beginning of college, San." Yunho answers, shaking his head.  "Oh yeah, that one dude...I don't remember his name.  Man, it's been a long time..." Jongho says, and you nod. 

"Yunho convinced me to try to get back out there." you say, sitting up, letting San pull you into his arms.  "But you have us!" San says, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

"You guys are good friends...great friends..." you say, looking at all of them.  Your eyes meet Yeosang's and your heart twinges.  He hasn't said anything yet, and you can't really read his expression.  "It's not like she's going to date one of us, San." Yunho says, snorting.  At his comment, you rip your gaze away from Yeosang, trying to keep a hold of your rampant thoughts.  I totally would- no no no. Clearing your throat, you pet San. 

"What Sannie, you want to marry me?" you ask and Mingi snorts and starts laughing.  "WHAT!? I am a catch!" he exclaims and Wooyoung starts cackling along with Mingi, then the whole room is chaos as everyone just devolves into picking on San. 

Finally, once everything settles down and Mingi and Yunho start a new game, you look around.  "Hongjoong still working?" you ask, finally realizing one of them was missing.  Hwa just nods, not even looking as he says, "Of course, where else?"

"Figures.  Going to make snacks, want food?" you ask and they all yell, so you make your way to the kitchen.  Once there, you start pulling things out then you hear your phone ding.  Pulling it out to check, you notice it's from your date from earlier.

'Hi! It's Ryan, I had a great time earlier.  I was wondering if you'd be available next week for some coffee or something?'

You sigh, reading it, before you realize someone is standing beside you.  "Oh my god-" you yell and Yeosang laughs, putting his hand over his mouth at your reaction.  "Yeo! Shit, you scared me." you put your hand on your chest and sigh at him. 

"Sorry," he says, but he's still laughing.  He glances down at your phone, curious.  "So...you're going out with him again?" he asks and you can't help but feel panic rise up in your throat.  There was no reason to feel that emotion, not one singular reason, but you felt as if you were being untrue as you looked at him.

"I..." you begin, wondering what to say, but you're saved by a knock at the door.  "I'll get it!" you say quickly, rushing to open it.  "Joongie!" you yell, hugging the last to arrive.  "I didn't think you'd make it, I thought you'd sleep at the studio like usual," you say, poking him.

He returns your hug then frowns down at you without releasing you for a moment.  "What?" you ask, frowning at his serious look.  "I heard you went on a date." he states and you sigh.  "Oh my god, you guys are all such gossips, YUNHO!" you throw a glare at the man in question and he just sticks out his tongue at you.

"Hey...seriously.  How did it go? Was he nice to you? What does he do for a living?" Hongjoong shoots out question after question.  You pull back, rolling your eyes.  "Joong, come on, get inside and go play a game with the others.  I'll tell you about him if a second date even happens, ok?" you poke him and he just gives you a stern look for a  moment before sighing and joining the others.

These men were going to drive you nuts, you think, your eyes drifting back to Yeosang.  He'd come back out of the kitchen and had started playing another game.  He looks over at you momentarily and your eyes meet, but then he returns to talking and playing.

After a moment, you pull out your phone and send a text back to Ryan.

'Sure...when would you like to meet? I can make time any day you'd like.  Just let me know so I can work it into my schedule.'

There.  Second date.  Just keep looking forward, Y/n.

The next morning, you are cleaning up the living room as Yeosang emerges from his room, rubbing his sleepy eyes.  You can't help but laugh before you can catch yourself at his cute messy hair that is sticking up.  He stops for a moment and looks at you, then reaches up to touch his head.  Blushing, he runs to the bathroom and shuts the door, followed by more of your laughter.

"Not funny, Y/n!" he calls out and all you can do is laugh harder.  When he finally comes out, you offer him a cup of coffee and he sits with you at the table in the kitchen.

"Much better," you joke and he tries to give you a menacing look but fails as he breaks into a grin.  You stare down into your coffee and tap your nail on the mug.  "So....busy today?" you ask finally, looking up at him.  He was just staring at you and you blink, touching your own hair and face now.  "Is..there something on me?" you ask and he clears his throat, shaking his head.  "No...um..I just have a few things to do later.  What about you?"

"Mmm, probably going to write some this morning, then maybe...." you trail off, feeling awkward looking at him.  "So that guy....Ryan?" you say, glancing at him.  "Oh...yeah....Ryan." he says.  You just nod and continue, "Um so he asked me to go to coffee later and I was thinking about it.  I guess a second date, sorta?" you shrug, biting your lip. 

There is silence as he doesn't say anything for a moment, but when you look at him curiously, he just responds, "Hm..already?  That was quick."  You just nod and try to smile.  "Yeah, I guess so."

I can't wait until I can get over this and just have a normal conversation with him without feeling so ridiculous, you think.

"I guess it was a good date yesterday!" you say cheerfully, hoping your tone doesn't sound too forced.  "Yeah...I'm happy for you. So I have to get going...good luck on your date." he says, putting his cup in the sink and retreating into his room.

"ok...I guess I should get ready." you say to the empty kitchen.

"Dude, what is with you today?" Wooyoung asks, turning to stare at Yeosang.  Yeosang just glares back, tossing his towel and walking out of the room. 

"What's his deal?" San asks, coming up to get some water.  "Not sure... he seemed perfectly fine last night." Woo says, shaking his head.

"Nah he was a little off.  Probably just stressed from trying to get this choreo down.  Don't worry, he'll be fine." Yunho says, patting Woo on the back. 

Yeosang walks outside and stares up at the sky, irritated.  Everything was irritating him today.  "Hey." he hears behind him, and just sighs.  Turning, he goes to say something but then realizes that it's Seonghwa and not Wooyoung. 

"Oh, hey Hwa." he just says, toeing the grass patch in front of him.  "You ok? You seem a bit tense...everything alright?" Hwa asks and looks at his friend, concerned.  "Yeah. Yeah, things are fine." he responds, patting Hwa on the shoulder. 

As Yeosang turns to go inside, Hwa just calls out, "Hey, you know you can talk to me!"

Yeosang just holds up a hand to let him know he heard him and continues on.

You'd written most of the morning after Yeosang left, then had gotten ready for the coffee date.  Deciding to go a little more casual, you grab your keys and make your way to the local place you normally met Yunho. 

Ryan had said he was fine coming over near you since he was near this neighborhood for work.  You walk into the shop, order your normal and make your way to a table.  You'd come early just to get out of the apartment and relax for a bit.  Taking in the surroundings, your eyes stray to a cute young couple across the way, holding hands and smiling at each other while they chat excitedly.

You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, watching them.  For a moment, you picture yourself with Yeosang.  Blinking, you scold yourself, Oh my god, here I am meeting my date and I'm daydreaming about another man who would never look at me like that. Great.

"Y/n!" You hear a voice, then turn to see Ryan coming over, a coffee in hand.  "Oh hey...nice to see you again." He smiles and nods, taking a seat. 

The date is fine, you talk about mundane things, your work, his work, likes and dislikes, fairly normal.  He definitely seems interested, you think, and do your best to engage and give him a chance. 

When he offers to walk you home, you hesitate momentarily, then decide to let him.  "Sure, I live right around the corner." you point and he smiles, placing his hand on your back. 

The touch startles you and you quicken your pace a little, smiling to try to seem natural.  That was a little too intimate for you, for having just met him.  "So, it was nice having coffee," you say, putting a little space between you.  He smiles and looks down at you while you walk, "I had a great time too.  I'd definitely love to see what you do for work." he adds, and you just look up at him.

"Oh, it's not very interesting.  I just edit things for my company and I write a few things of my own on the side that I occasionally publish..." you trail off, noticing you'd arrived at the front door of your apartment building. 

"Well, it was-" you start but he closes the distance again, startling you.  "I'd love to continue our date upstairs and have...some more coffee...or you know..." he suggests, backing you up slightly.  You can't help but feel uncomfortable as you duck your head and suddenly feel really shy.  Yeah this was a bit....

"Y/n! Oh good you're home, I forgot my key for our place..." you hear, then you notice Yeosang standing behind your date.  "Oh! Ha..yeah I have mine....um.." you say, sliding out from in between Ryan and the wall of the building. 

"Ryan..this is Yeosang, my roommate..." you gesture and his eyes get big.  "You live together?" he asks with a shocked look.  "Yes," you just say simply and turn to Yeosang, "Yeosang, this is Ryan."  Ryan just stares at Yeosang for a moment then smiles, holding out his hand. 

You feel some weird awkward tension but assume it's just your nerves and other stupid things in your head as you watch them shake hands.  Just two people meeting, Y/n, why do you have to make everything weird?

"Nice to meet you, Ryan." he says, then lets go of his hand.  Then he slides an arm around your waist and tips his head down at you.  "Let's go up together since I forgot my key." 

You can't help but freeze in momentary surprise at the physical contact.  "Oh-yeah...Ryan, I'll text you later, thanks for meeting!" you say and then Yeosang is steering you towards the doors as you wave to your date.

Ryan just watches you walk away with him, shaking his hand in pain. 

You can't even say anything as you both get into the elevator, as you watch Yeosang push the button for your floor.  He finally looks down at you and notices your expression.

"Huh?" he asks and you just blink at him.  "What was that?" you ask, still reeling from his arm still wrapped around you.  He finally realizes he's still holding you, dropping his arm and backing up abruptly. 

"What was what?" he asks, not meeting your eyes.  "You forgot your key?"  you ask him.  "I did!" he responds and you turn to eye him.  "What?" he asks once more, staring down at you.  You can't help but almost melt at his intense eyes but you frown at him. 

"You never have physical contact with me....what's going on?" you squint at him, wondering if he was sick or something.  Realizing he might be, you reach out to place your palm on his forehead, worried. 

"Are you feeling feverish? Is that why you're home early? What happened? Are you ill?" you ask, totally serious.  His eyes get big as he just looks down at you, confused.  "Everyone else is always touching you and hugging you....am I excluded from that too?" he asks, and you wince.  You always assumed he didn't want to touch you because he wasn't like the others. 

He'd never been touchy with them either so it seemed normal, but it was also just one more thing to add to why you knew he didn't like you back.  You never once thought he might want to be cuddly like the others.  You'd definitely treated him differently and you can't help the pang of guilt at denying him normal friend things because of your dumb crush.

"I-Yeosang...of course you're not excluded." you say, sighing as you take your hand off of his head.  "I'm not?" he asks, and you just shake your head, wondering how the topic had gone so far from your original thoughts about what had just happened. 

"N-no...you just never.." you gesture between you two and huff.  "The others just always initiate, you don't.  I figured you just didn't like that kind of thing...."

"Well...maybe I want to be like that too." He says, leaning back against the wall.  You just stare at him and shrug, wondering why he's being like this out of the blue.  "You can....?" you respond and he smiles and nods, pushing off the wall as the door opens.  You have to grab the doors to stop them from shutting as you catch up to him.  What the hell....?

You make your way into your apartment slowly and shut the door, wondering what had gotten into him. 

"Yeo?" you call, setting down the keys and making your way in after him.  "Yeah?" he calls back from his room, the door open.  You peek your head in to talk and notice him pulling on a shirt. "Oh! Sorry!" you say, immediately retreating to the living room. 

You throw yourself down on the couch, your cheeks flushed from seeing his stomach momentarily.  It was burned into your brain now. 

And it was super sexy.  Fuck...you think, grabbing a pillow and throwing it.  "What were you going to ask me?" he says, picking up the pillow and placing it back on the couch. 

"So...Ryan..." you start and he sighs, sitting down next to you.  He just watches you so you continue.  "....what did you think?" you ask, hoping to get his honest feedback.  You'd liked him so far but he was a little pushy with the touchy stuff today and you wanted to know his thoughts on having met him.

Yeosang's eyes study you for a moment and then he looks away, sighing.  "I didn't talk to him much, so I don't have much of an opinion. Why?" he asks, his gaze back on yours. 

You shrug and bite your lip, thinking.  "Just wondering, that's all." you smile at him, then ask, "How was your day?" changing the subject. 

"It was fine, just-" he starts but then a knock at the door cuts him off.  You look at him curiously as you get up to answer it, but he grabs your arm, halting you.  "I'll get it," he says and goes to open it. 

"Oh hey," you hear and then Seonghwa and Hongjoong step inside.  "Hey!" you exclaim, beaming at the two.  "Hey princess," Hwa says, immediately coming over to you  to hug you and give you a kiss on the head.  "You doing ok?" he asks, looking you over. 

"What's with the sudden concern, Hwa?" you ask, laughing at him.  "Just checking on my friend, why? Can I not?" he asks, pinching your cheek.  You just wrinkle your nose at him and poke him back.  "What brings you both over?" you ask, curious.  It was rare to just see these two, without the others. 

"Oh, we just had to chat with Yeosang about a few things regarding work stuff, nothing special.  I figured I'd come harass you while Hongjoong chats." He pulls you to the couch and sits with you.  "Have a second date planned yet?" he asks, leaning back. 

"Actually...." you start, then glance at Yeosang chatting with Joong.  "I actually met up with him earlier, I was just getting back.  We met for coffee and he walked me back." you say, looking back at Hwa.  "He walked you back? He didn't mess with you at all, did he?" he asks and you just smile at his protectiveness. 

"You're so cute, being all brotherly.  Uh...I mean...not really.." you say, thinking about the odd touching.  "Probably just me being out of the game for so long, so nothing weird." Hwa's smile drops and he sits up.  "What do you mean 'not really'? What happened?" You shake your head at him, pushing him back.  Almost all of them kept questioning you about everything, in text and when you saw them. It'd only been two days and two dates.

"Hwa, he just walked me home.  Really, I mean he asked about my work and wanted to come up but then Yeosang came home, so they met and he left.  Nothing special at all.  I'm just feeling awkward because I've been single forever with just you guys." At your rant, he studies your face. 

"He tried to come up here?" he asks and you laugh at his serious expression.  "Hwa! Really? It's not a big deal, I wasn't going to invite him up anyway that early.  Maybe he just wanted to spend more time with me, is it that hard to believe?" you ask, suddenly feeling defensive. 

"Y/n...that's not what I meant..." he says, but you just get up, suddenly tired and just wanting to curl up in bed.  "I'm just sleepy and it's been a long day, Hwa.  Sorry, but I'm just going to go to bed early.  Feel free to get food or whatever you need." you gesture, then beeline to your room. 

You can feel tears prick at your eyelids as you try to calm yourself.  You definitely needed to get some sleep, you think.  Dealing with all these emotions for Yeosang and trying to get over it, not keeping a regular sleep schedule, deadlines, dating for the first time in years. 

On top of all of that, eight men who were all protective and/or asking questions about your dating life.  Seven, Y/n, seven.  Yeosang wasn't all that interested.  He actually had wished you luck, you think angrily. 

Throwing yourself into your bed and grabbing a plushie to hold, you squeeze out a few tears of pity for yourself. I'm such a douche, you think. I should be happy. My friend wishes me well and wants me to be happy.  So why can't I be?

"Anyhow, now that we've gone over that...." Hongjoong says, finishing up what he'd come for, he glances at Hwa as he walks over.  "I think I upset her." Hwa says, sighing.   "What? How?" Hongjoong asks, glancing over as you shut the door. 

"Yeosang, you met this guy?" he asks and Yeosang nods.  "Oh yeah? What's he like?" Joong asks him and Yeosang just shrugs, looking towards your closed door. 

"When I was coming back, he was talking to her and she looked a little uncomfortable…not entirely sure what was going on but I sort of butted in.” he says, and Hwa pats him on the back.  “I made it clear she didn’t live alone, and she introduced us but that was about it.  I didn’t get too much of a read on him, he seems fairly normal, I suppose.” Yeosang continues, and Hongjoong scratches his head.  “Yeosang, looks like you’re on guard dog duty.” he says, “Sorry, man.”

“I’m fine with that…I’m close since I live here so it makes sense.” Yeosang responds.  Seonghwa just sighs again.  “I definitely upset her…has she been sleeping? I know how she gets…” he says and Yeosang shakes his head.  “I think so but I’m not sure, I’ll pay more attention. She keeps odd hours so I’m not entirely sure.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa just say their goodbyes, with the agreement to keep communication open and then they go on their way.  

Yeosang can’t help but glance over at your door, frowning.

At the sound of the knock, you sit up and wipe your eyes.  Probably Hwa, you think, sighing as you get up.  When you open it, you’re shocked to see Yeosang standing there.  

“Hey, you alright?” he asks, his eyes searching yours.  You just nod, but he sighs.  “Come on, I know you better than that.  You always hug your plushies when you’re upset.” he says, pointing.  You glance down at the big rabbit you were squeezing and frown.  

“Come out here.” he says, pulling your arm.  You let him lead you to the couch, sitting you down as he sits next to you.  He looks at you for a moment, then down at the bunny in your arms.  

“I got you that, do you remember?” he asks, poking its nose.  You just pout and nod, wanting to scream, yes I know you got it for me, it’s my favorite because it’s from you! 

“Talk to me.  What’s going on? Hwa said you got upset with him.” he says, and he reaches out to push a strand of your hair behind your ear.  What the… you think.  Why all of a sudden is he…..duh he wanted to be friendly like the others.  You’d almost forgotten.  “Take your time” he says and you just close your eyes and sigh.  

“I am just tired and stressed out lately, I’ve had myself on a bad schedule.  Plus this whole….” you try to think of how to put it, “The dating stuff, I guess.  It’s….there’s stuff…I just am a little sensitive.  I’m not angry at anyone, so don’t worry.” you say, hoping he will leave it.

“Stuff? What kind of stuff? Is that guy bothering you?” he asks and you can’t help but look up at him, a little shocked.  He was the one who just kept brushing you off and telling you to be happy.  Now he seemed almost concerned?

“I…no he’s not bothering me.  I don’t understand why you guys tell me to go on a date then everyone is getting all bothered about it…” you say, hating how you sounded.  You really didn’t want to whine to him, of all people.

“Well, first, Yunho told you to go on a date.  Noone asked my opinion.” he says, “You told me you were going to date.  Also, as your friend, I can be concerned.  We live together too.” You just nod, understanding all of his points.  It didn’t help the feeling of sadness you were stuck in.  If he knew everything, would he laugh? Would he want to move out?  There was no way you were finding out, so it didn’t matter.

“I’m just…I ….” you say, then you feel your eyes well up again as you look at him.  Trying to swallow it back and smile through it, pushing it down, his eyes go wide as the fat tears roll down your cheeks.  “I’m fine-really-” you start but then he’s grabbing the bunny out of your arms and pulling you to him.  

“Shhh….let it out…it’s ok to cry.” he says, as he pets your hair.  You stop breathing at first, having him pull you to him like that.  You wish he’d hold you like this as a woman and not just a caring friend….

As he strokes your hair and you take in his scent, you feel everything well up and you let out a sob as you start crying for real.  His arms tighten around you as you just let it all out, clutching his shoulders as he rocks you.  The irony of the man holding you being the true source of your heartache isn’t lost on you as you just completely break down. 

“Hey, it’s ok.  I’m here, shhhh….” he repeats soothingly until the crying starts to abate. You can feel a tension headache coming as you begin to quiet down.  You also feel the beginnings of embarrassment as you realize you just wet Yeosang’s shirt with your tears.  “I’m sorry.” you say, muffled against his shoulder.   “Don’t be sorry, seriously.  I hadn’t realized how much pressure you were under.  I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with so much, Y/n.” he whispers, his hand stilling to cup the back of your head.  

“I guess….I guess I didn’t know either.  It’s like…last week I was the same old me and this week, I’m going on dates and feeling so wrong.  I just…it’s a lot.” you say, and he just rocks you a bit as he holds you.  It felt so safe in his arms, you think.  “You feel wrong?” he asks, curiously.  You just sigh against him, then nod.  “Maybe that guy isn’t right for you.” he says, pulling back to look at you.  

You can tell by the look in his eyes just how red and swollen your eyes probably were and you squeeze them shut.  “Ugh don’t look at my ugly face, Yeo.” you say, ashamed.  “Awww, come on, you’re adorable when you’re all puffy.” he says, laughing softly, making you pout.  His laugh tapers off as his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up to your eyes.  His hand comes up and cups your cheek, making you stop breathing for a moment.  

“Yeosang…..?” you whisper, confused until he tugs you forward, his mouth meeting yours.  You freeze in shock for only a split second before you register that Yeosang is…kissing you.  Yeosang is kissing you.  

Your hands immediately tighten on his shoulders, your mouth opening to him.  His gasp at your willingness is followed by a low growl, his arms pulling you closer to him.  His tongue tentatively seeks out yours, then probes into your mouth as he grows more confident.  You whimper, feeling another tear leak out the side of your eye.  

Was this happening? You think as he continues to kiss you, his thumb brushing against your cheek.  He pulls back abruptly, his eyes showing concern as he notices that you’re crying again.  “Oh my god, I’m…I’m so sorry…..” he says, his face is completely stricken with panic.  “Shit…fuck….I….” he goes to pull away but you keep ahold of him.  He refocuses on you, his eyes searching yours.  “Yeosang…don’t be sorry…unless…..you didn’t mean….” you stammer out, still in shock.  “Unless it ….I’m not….” you continue as he’s not saying anything.  

“You’re not….? Y/n….fuck….” he says, then he’s yanking you back to him, his breath hitting your lips as he reconnects with them.   “Fuck…” he growls into your mouth, and you can’t help but moan into his.  “Y/n….I don’t want to make you cry…” he says, pulling back again, his thumbs wiping away the tears.  

“Then don’t stop.” you say and his eyes grow big before they darken and his hand delves into your hair, his fingers rubbing against the nape of your neck on the way up, drawing out a whimper from you.  He watches your response and he bites his lip.  

“You…want me?” he asks, his arm sliding around your waist.  You stare at him with heavily lidded eyes, your lips parted as your breath hitches with his touch.  He watches in fascination as you just nod, and his fingers slip under your shirt to run along the skin of your waist.  You gasp at his touch again and he is pushing you down, his mouth meeting yours again.  You let his body cover yours as you lay back, as he adjusts your legs so he’s between them.  

“Yeosang…” you murmur as he settles himself and his lips trail down to your jawline, kissing a path downwards to your neck.  His hand is slipping further up your bare skin under your shirt, tracing your side as he breathes against your neck.  “Fuck…fuck….” he just keeps repeating as he kisses and licks, his hips finally pressing down against you.  You feel his bulge straining against his pants and you let out a loud whimper that turns into a moan as he rubs against your clothed core.  

“Oh fuck….I…I fucking want you so much….” he says, his tone so deep that you can feel your panties soak from just the vibration of his chest against yours when he speaks.  To say nothing about the words he’s saying, words you’d only heard in your fantasies and dreams….

“Please…please….” you whine out, pulling at his shirt as he slides his fingers under the side of your bra.  He leans up momentarily to let you yank his shirt off, helping you toss it to the side.  He looks back down at you and your eyes go wide at the sight of his naked chest, your hands immediately reaching up to touch him, sliding up from his toned stomach to his sculpted chest muscles.  Your palm rubs against his nipple and he gasps, holding himself up to let you explore.  You bring your eyes up to his and swallow heavily, then you unbutton your shirt as he watches, his eyes fluttering as you slowly let it fall open to expose your bra.  

You praise past you for putting on a sexy lace bra earlier as his eyes take in your breasts.  His arm slides underneath your back as he pulls you up slightly, dipping his head to press his lips against the swell of your breast above the material, then to the valley between them, to the other.  His tongue darts out to taste your skin, then he’s nipping the lace, his mouth wetting the fabric as he finally gets to your nipple.  The taut bud tightens more as he sucks on it through the bra and you cry out.  

He pulls you to the side, so he’s got his back to the inside of the couch.  Then he’s pulling off your shirt completely, his hands tugging the lace down and he’s tonguing your bare nipple.  He moans against it as it pebbles under his licking and sucking, pulling the strap of your bra down.  You reach behind you to unhook it and he’s tearing it off, throwing it wildly as he grasps your tit in his hand.  “Fuck…Y/n….” he is saying between nips, your nipple popping out of his mouth with a fleshy sound.  “Is this…fuck…is this what you want?” he asks, his dark hair hanging into his eyes as he studies you.  You take in his shirtless form, his lust filled eyes and you nod frantically.  

“Yeosang….I’ve never wanted anything more….” you whisper, brushing his hair back.  “Do you…?” you ask, feeling momentarily wary, your brain beginning to make excuses why he doesn’t actually-

“Yes, yes, yes, I want you so fucking much.  You have no fucking idea, day after day, watching you– I fucking hate you dating, I fucking hate it more than anything.  I want you, I want you to want me, fuck I just….everyone is going to fucking kill me but I want you, I’ve only ever wanted you….” he is ranting, his mouth and hands everywhere on your chest, his eyes watching you.   Then his hands are on your pants, tugging them down, his hand seeking out your core, his fingers pressing against your damp panties.  

At his words, your heart surges up into your chest, and you cry out as his fingers work against your underwear, his fingers pulling them to the side.  “Yeosang!” you cry out as he slides his fingertips against your sopping wet folds.  “I….me too….always you….don’t care about them…..please don’t stop!” you are crying out and he mimics your cries as he slips his forefinger into your pussy.  His eyes are going back and forth from your face, to your chest as he sporadically kisses and sucks on your tits, to his fingers rubbing against you and in you.  

“Me?” he asks, his finger pressing deep within you.  His eyes meet yours, searching, as you quiver.  “Yes, you-you idiot….” you say, “There’s no one but you….oh my god….” you whine as he uses his thumb to rub against your clit as he watches you.  “Then you’re mine.  Mine.  No one else.  Only me.” he says, and your eyes flutter closed as he fucks you with his finger, slipping another inside of you.  “Noone …. Noone else…..yours….yours…” you whisper, gasping as he pumps into your pussy, wet squelching bringing a flush to your cheeks.   “Yeo!”  you cry out, your abdomen tightening with every thrust of his fingers inside of you.  “Yeo…I can’t—-please!” your words are shaking along with your body and he starts whispering encouragement as he curls his fingers to enhance the feeling.  

“OH FUCK! OH MY GOD!” you cry out, suddenly unable to stop the flood gushing over his fingers as you cum around them, your throat going dry from the screaming that escapes it.  You can barely hear him murmuring out your name as the ringing in your ears dies down, his fingers slowing down but still working at you.   Your trembles continue as he sucks your nipple back into his mouth as you come down from your high.  

“Yeosang….” you moan out, then he’s sliding his fingers out of you, his mouth parting from your chest and you cry out for him.  “Your room or mine?” he asks as he scoops you up, pulling your pants the rest of the way off.  You grab his shoulders as he holds you and you bite your lip, feeling absolutely insane that you’re in his arms, almost naked.  “I don’t care, I just want you right now…” you say and his eyes get big, then he just turns and heads for the nearest door to his room.  

He tosses you gently onto the bed, then he’s between your legs once again.  You reach between you and tug at his pants, trying to unbutton them urgently.  “I want you…” you moan out and then he’s helping you, pulling back to unzip and tug them down, pulling them off.  Your hand immediately seeks him, needing to touch his bare flesh.  The noise he makes can’t even be described as you grip him, immediately stroking him, admiring the silkyness of his skin with the steely muscle, the thick veins, the wetness at the tip as you let your hand glide over it.  Your breathing becomes audible as he twitches in your hand, his cock pulsing as he cries out your name. 

As you stroke him, he grips your thigh, his hand sliding up the back of your leg to grip behind your knee.  He presses it to the side, opening you up to him as you lick your lips, using your other hand to cup his balls gently.  “Oh my god….fuck-” he pants, his eyes shutting as his head tips back, savoring your touch.  

“Yeosang….I need you right now.  Right now…inside of me….please…” you beg, and his eyes fly open, his body immediately covering yours.  You whine and grip his shoulder, your other hand gripping his back as he guides himself to your eager entrance.  “PLEASE!” you cry out and he watches as he presses the head against you, sinking in slowly.  “YEOSANG PLEASE!” His moans mix with your cries as you lift your hips, pulling at his shoulder and back.  His head snaps up to watch your face as he thrusts forward, burying himself within you.   Groaning at your reaction and the sensations, he pulls back to thrust forward again, alternating between watching the two of your bodies meeting, to your face.  “So fucking tight….” he moans, his hips beginning to keep time with yours, your face watching his as he struggles to keep his eyes open.  

“Y/n….I’ve…I’ve wanted you…for so long…” he murmurs, collapsing on top of you, his lips crashing into yours, his mouth absorbing your cries.  “So fucking long….oh my…god…” he gasps out, your walls trembling around him as you listen to his words.  “Yeosang, please….please….you feel so good…your voice…tell me…..” you moan as he pistons his hips against you.  “You like when I …when I talk to you?” he asks, his hand going into your hair.  His other arm props himself up a bit so he can look down at you.  

“Yes, I love it! I love your….v-voice…you just…talk and I….I get so…w-wet….” you manage and he moans as you wrap your legs around him.  “Yeah? Did you….touch yourself…thinking of me??” he asks, his hips picking up the tempo, and you nod frantically.  “Every night!” you cry and he gasps, his mouth on yours again, his tongue swirling against yours.  

As he kisses down your neck, his thrusts become more intense, and you can feel an ache in your inner thighs and your pelvis as you realize you’re going to bruise.  The sensation has your walls clenching around him, and you cry out his name as his mouth latches onto the hollow of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.  

He whimpers as your body bucks underneath him, your orgasm ripping across your body unexpectedly.  His mouth leaves your neck as he leans back, his hands gripping your arms and holding them over your head.  “Jesus….fuck….your pussy is so fucking good, so tight…..fuck…” he rumbles out, his voice husky and low.  He watches your tits shake as he fucks you harder, his motions shaking your whole body. 

“I-me too-I thought of you too—-” he chokes out, and you just keep moaning his name.  “Always….you…wanting you…like-this-” “Yeosang!” you scream as he presses down harder against you, your wrists secured with his hands, completely at his mercy.  “So-much…better…than I thought…fuck!” he is moaning, and you start building again, the flood of juices soaking him, but still coming with every word and touch.   His body is rubbing your sensitive clit as he presses down and his cock is hitting exactly the right spot inside of you.  

You feel tears seeping out of your eyes at the overstimulation and the intensity of being with him.  With Yeosang.  “Yeosang…..” you whine out, opening your eyes to look up at him.  His face was contorted with lust, his jaw clenched, sweat dripping down onto you as he fucks you frantically.  His hair is hanging down, damp with his exertion.  

“Yeosang…” you sob and he takes you in, your body under him, your tears, your breasts shaking with his movements and he chokes on a cry.  ‘Fuck….shit….I’m -I-I- m-...” “CUM!” you scream out, your head snapping back as you lift your hips, tipping up to take him deeper.  He releases a string of unintelligible words and curses, as his hips stutter, his hands tightening on your wrists as you clamp around him yet again.  

“Cum inside-cum in me—--please I want to feel you fill me….please!” you cry over and over and he complies, collapsing on you and pressing you into the bed as he unloads everything he has within you.  His face  is buried in your neck, the sweat pooling between you.  The flutters and trembles within you slowly quiet down as he pumps himself into you, shallow thrusts from his body making sure he’s emptied completely.  

“Mmmmmmm…..” is all you can manage as he just breathes into your neck.  He rumbles back the same in response, his breathing slowing.  His hands had relaxed on your wrists, so you extract them and bring your hands down to pet his hair and wrap around his shoulders.  “Yeosang…” you whisper, kissing his forehead.  You close your eyes to just bask in the moment.  

Opening your eyes, you have to reorient yourself.  The soft breath on your collarbone reminds you of where you are and what happened.  Oh my god… you think, this really happened….

Your naked bodies were tangled and he was sleeping on you.  You try to move a little to adjust without waking him, but as you do, his arms slide under you, his face nuzzling against you.  

“Yeo?” you whisper and he murmurs something against you.  His lips press gently along your collarbone, making you smile. You play with his hair as he smiles against your skin.  You realize he’s still inside of you as you feel him growing hard once more.  “Oh…oh my god…Yeosang…” you whisper, his hips sliding back a little before he slides back into you.  He moans, feeling the cum seeping out of you, then he’s panting, starting to fuck you once more.  

“Holy-oh mygodddddd” you cry out, and he is definitely awake as he starts in on you all over again.

Many hours later, and many orgasms leaving you almost weak, you finally emerge from his room.   He’d finally passed out enough for you to slip out without waking him.  

You slap your cheeks lightly, unable to stop the grin spreading across your lips.  Yeosang….he wanted me too! You keep thinking over and over.  Am I dreaming? Will I wake up?  

Definitely not a dream, you smile, your core aching, as well as your wrists.  You notice that it’s already morning as you groggily make your way out of the bathroom, having done your best to clean up the mess he’d left in you.  Shower…you think but then there’s a knock on the door.  

“One second!” you call out, feeling a panic as you realize you’re naked.  You run to your room to grab your robe, throwing it on as you go to the door.  Trying to act calm, you throw it open to reveal Wooyoung….and San…and Yunho….

Fuck… you think, giving them a weak smile.

“Y/n!” San cries, scooping you up and spinning you around, your eyes wide.  Wooyoung just walks in with Yunho, greeting you and tossing bags on the counter.   “You’re up, good, you can have breakfast with us.  Is Yeosang around yet?” Woo asks, looking towards his door.  

“Hmm….” Yunho says, turning to look at you.  “What?” you ask, trying to smile.  “Hmmm???” Yunho says louder walking towards you.  Woo was unloading the bags so he wasn’t paying attention, but San had caught notice of the clothing in the living room, scattered around.  

“Y/n?” he asks, turning to look at you.  Yunho is towering above you as he squints his eyes, finally looking you over.  You go to run away but he grabs you by the wrist, drawing out a cry.  Oh shit, you think, wincing at the sound and the pain.  Yunho’s face goes from quizzical to angry as he looks down at your arms, then to your neck, where red marks were.  He pulls up your arm, growling at you.  “Who is he? What is his name and what the fuck did he do to you?” he questions and you can’t even speak at the fury emanating from him.   

San is immediately beside him, his eyes taking in your body.  “STOP!” you cry out, trying to pull away but Yunho holds you tight.  “I will NOT stop….who the fuck-” “Ill kill him!” San bites out, grabbing your other arm to inspect the damage.  “Stop, really, it’s fine!” you say and then Woo is there too, all of them looming over you.  “Woo, we’re hunting this fucker down and I’m going to tear him apart.” San is saying and you realize they aren’t even listening to you.  

“PLEASE! STOP!” you yell but they aren’t paying attention.  You start to panic but then you hear a door slam and you’re being yanked away from Yunho.  Yeosang pulls you to him, his arms around you.  “ENOUGH,” he says and all the talking dies down.  Yeosang pets your hair as he kisses your head, looking down at you.  “It’s ok.” he whispers, then looks back at the others.

Yunho is the first to go from wide eyed shock to a knowing look, pulling his lips in to bite them.  Woo and San are slightly slower, San pointing at Yeosang, “Don’t tell me you don’t want to kill whoever-” he starts but then Yeosang is saying calmly, “Then kill me, because I did it.” San continues for a split second more before confusion crosses his face.  “What?” Woo finally gets it and his eyes go wide, darting from you to Yeosang and back.  

“I did this.  She’s fine. Stop scaring her.” Yeosang says and San just goes quiet.  You all just stand there, Yeosang murmuring things to you and you bury your face into his chest in embarrassment.  “Uh, so Yeo ... .how about you go put on some clothes and then…we can have breakfast…” Yunho finally says, his eyes looking away from you both.  

“Oh…yeah….um…” he says, then darts off to go get dressed after checking you once more.  You keep your back to them until Wooyoung says your name, clearing his throat.  “So….would you care to explain?” Yunho says, trying not to laugh.

“No, I don’t care to explain.  Thank you,” you say, turning back to them, lifting your chin and going to the food they’d brought.  You bite into a danish and smile at the three astounded men.  

Yeosang comes back out, wearing a pair of pajama pants, immediately going to you and wrapping an arm around your waist.  

“Well, I’m not telling Hongjoong and Seonghwa, but I definitely want to be there when you do, Yeosang.” Yunho says, snorting.

[hongcherry]

Hii! I hope you're doing well! Can you please write something based on this? I was thinking about the reader feeling jealous and wanting Jungkook's attention and he finds it cute, but the reader feels even more sad thinking JK is "laughing at their feelings" and not taking them seriously (happy ending, please 😀). I literally love your works and you were the first blog who came to my mind when I had this idea. 💖 English is not my first language and this is my first time requesting, so I'm sorry if there is any mistakes. Tysm in advance, take caree! 💕

my type || jjk

"For some, having a whiny, needy partner may be annoying. For Jungkook, you're just his type."

💗 Pairing: nonIdol!Jungkook x Reader (f)

💗 Rating/Genre/AUs: NC-17; Fluff; established relationship, non idol au

💗 Warnings: Pet names (princess, babe/baby, angel), a lil suggestive at the end if you use your imagination

💗 Word Count: 793

💗 Author's Note: Apologies for how late this is! Tysm for sending in your ask!!! So glad to have you here. I'm very honored that you thought of me first (no one has told me that before omfg 😭) and love my works D: And don't worry about mistakes, there's no judgment on my blog 💜 English is hard 😭 (and you wrote so well!). I hope you enjoy!

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Jungkook’s not supposed to be this invested in the movie.

You had put on a random film as an excuse to cuddle him since he’s been nose-deep in his music. You get it. He has a show he has to prepare for, but he’s been so focused on his performance that he’s been neglecting you.

Jungkook sits with his eyes glued to the TV, enraptured as the main character fights their enemy. His hand was rubbing your side earlier but stopped as his interest grew. You wait patiently for him to continue his light touches, but he never does.

You shift slightly in your spot in hopes to encourage him to pay attention to you. He remains still. You trace his tattoos. He doesn’t spare you a glance.

A small whine leaves your mouth.

“Kookie,” you say, peering at him to see if he looks at you. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to hear you over the screaming from the screen.

After your third attempt, you take matters into your own hands.

You climb into his lap and grab his handsome face.

“Please stop ignoring me, Koo,” you pout.

Jungkook’s gaze slowly moves from the TV behind you to your eyes. His eyes begin to crinkle at your expression.

“Have you been trying to get my attention, Princess?” he asks, hands coming up to massage your hips.

You huff, but it’s not from anger. More from anguish and eagerness. “Yes! For the past like… five minutes!”

Jungkook laughs. “Oh? Sorry, babe. The movie’s almost over, okay? Then I’ll give you what you want.”

Before you can reply, he pulls you closer so you’re forced to hug him. He’s quiet as he goes back to his movie, hands languidly rubbing you. However, like before, they eventually still.

You don’t want to be that needy partner who needs affection 24/7, but you’re starting to feel desperate. You’ve been deprived of his attention for weeks, and now a stupid movie has captured your boyfriend’s focus instead.

To make matters worse, he laughed at you. Laughed! As if he thought this is amusing to him, but you’re not amused.

You’re tempted to get up and leave, announcing something about how if he won’t give you interest then you don’t need to be there, but you’re tired of not getting what you want.

You’ve been wanting his attention for so long, and you’re going to get it.

Now.

You push against his chest as you sit up before cupping his face again. This time, you don’t give him time to say much before you capture his lips with yours.

“Wha-Hmph!”

You press your mouth harder against his when you feel him trying to pull away.

His lips stretch in a wide smile into the kiss, chest vibrating from his silent laughter. Finally, after a few more seconds, you pull away.

“You’re ignoring me,” you state matter-of-factly.

Jungkook laughs again, which causes your frown to deepen.

“And you’re laughing at my feelings! Do you not care that you’re in a relationship?” you whine.

Jungkook’s laughter eases as he becomes serious. “Awh, my poor baby. I’m sorry,” he says softly.

He guides you down to kiss you once more. It’s shorter this time.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you. You know how I get when I’m focused,” he explains. You’re aware it’s easy for him to zero in on whatever he’s doing.

“I know,” you sigh, “but I wish you would find some time for me, too.”

He nods in understanding. “I’ll try better.”

Your lips still linger in a pout as you stare at him.

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook chuckles. “My needy princess.”

“I’m not cute,” you argue with a huff. Sadly, you can’t argue the “needy” part.

“You’re very cute,” he insists. He brings a hand up and rubs your cheek softly.

“I just want you to stop ignoring me.” Your voice is quiet. Sad almost.

Jungkook smiles. “You have my attention. That’s all my baby wants, right? You don’t want me to look at anyone or anything else unless it’s you, hm?”

He sounds a little taunting, a little too cocky, but you don’t care. You don’t care if you’re boosting his silly ego or if you’re being selfish. You deserve to feel loved, and you know Jungkook loves you. He’s just been distracted.

You nod repeatedly.

Jungkook repositions you both on the couch, so you’re laying down. He hovers over you, strong arms resting on either side of your face. His long hair dangles down toward you.

“You can have it all, angel,” he murmurs. “You can have all of me. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a dream,” you say, hands rising to play with his hair and earning you a cheeky smile from Jungkook.

Thank you again! I need cheeky Jungkook 🫠 im needy, jungkook, we'd be perfect together.

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[lunarshadow04]

Introducing Sammy Citrus! 💛

First image was drawn and designed by @whosectype ! AGAIN TYSM FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS LIL GUY 💜💜 please go check them out. Their art and designs are stunning as you can see ^^^

The sketches on the bottom were drawn by me!

SO this is Sammy Citrus! A new cup that has been added to Lav's story. Some info is in the first image. All I'll say for right now regarding him and Lav is... and they were roommates 👀

I'll be drawing more of him and Lav very soon >:)

Would people be interested in little stories of my cuphead ocs here? I do a lot of creative writing in my free time tbh